#anyway sorry if you reblogged this earlier but it was suddenly gone

[screechthemighty]

Following up a lengthy post complaining about extreme focus on romance in fandom with the last chapter of my ship fic is extremely funny of me, actually. But also in my defense this is just as much about Marc and Reese as it is Marc and Layla, because Reese is awesome. Anyways, last mini-fic in this collection! I can resume focus on meet me at our spot after this! AO3 link in a reblog and also I hope you enjoy it!

you're the song i sing again and again

ix.

Prompts: brushing against each other, even if there is enough room / leaning into the other person

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Marc was the hardest one to figure out.

Steven was open, chatty, very friendly. Jake liked to be cryptic and vague, but it was mostly a joke, and he was open when it mattered. Reese felt like she knew the both of them about as well as any co-worker. But Marc? Marc was a closed book. He kept his mask on and didn’t talk about himself. She only knew his name was Marc because Steven and Jake called him that. If it weren’t for them, she’d only known him as Moon Knight or Mr. Knight. It was…weird sometimes, but Marc was an all right guy, so she let it slide.

It always threw her off when something did slip through. Especially when it was something like what she saw with him and Layla.

She almost didn’t say anything, because she was pretty sure she wasn’t supposed to see it. She’d heard them talking in one of the Mission’s spookier rooms; when she peeked inside, they were standing in front of a bookshelf talking about a scroll or something. Normal conversion to have.

Except Marc was standing right up in Layla’s personal space with one hand on the small of her back. And Reese got the impression Layla wouldn’t have let him do that if she wasn’t okay with it. That gut feeling was confirmed when Layla faced Marc and touched his cheek (his unmasked cheek, which was a special kind of Pride and Prejudice type scandalous from Reese’s perspective). Reese bailed about then. She was gonna leave it alone, but curiosity ate at her all day. Frenchie showing up just gave her an outlet.

“Okay, don’t tell Mr. Knight I asked this,” she said, “but, uh…is there something going on with him and Scarab?”

“And by Mr. Knight you mean…?”

“Marc.”

Frenchie raised an eyebrow. “Ma sœur, they’re married.”

That hit her like a ton of bricks. “Marc’s married?!” she said a little louder than she meant to.

Of course, after the words left her mouth, she saw movement in the hallway. A figure in white, some shuffling awkward steps. The figure that stepped into the room was Mr. Knight, but he was adjusting his outfit as he came in–pulling down the sleeves, fiddling with the gloves. “Okay, what’re we…” He spotted Frenchie and the mask came off. “Ah, mon meilleur ami, are we flying today?”

“Ask Marc. He called me.”

Yeah, about that, Reese thought, a sinking feeling settling into her gut. I think I might have scared him off.

She had to stew in that thought for a while. Mr. Knight and Frenchie left to kick some ass, leaving Reese alone with the House and the phones. “What do you think?” she said aloud to the empty room. “How do I handle this?”

The house creaked, but Reese couldn’t tell if it was trying to talk back to her. Sometimes, she could swear it did. She knew the house was alive, that it could hear them. But today, she could’ve just been hearing the pipes.

Guess I’m on my own with this one.

She got her chance later, though a bit suddenly. She’d just gone out to Mr. Knight’s office to drop off some phone logs, only to find him in there. She knew that it was Marc–his sleeves were rolled up, he’d taken off the jacket, and, most tellingly, his desk and other work surfaces were nearly pristine. Steven always managed to get the office messy again within minutes; Jake existed somewhere in the middle of that spectrum. “Busy night?” Mr. Knight asked clumsily.

“Not really.” Reese put the papers in their designated spot and took a deep breath. “Hey, I’m sorry about earlier. I didn’t mean anything by it, I just…didn’t realize, you know? I don’t know a lot about you, so it took me off guard.”

Mr. Knight didn’t say anything at first. His hands knotted anxiously on the desk and he wouldn’t look directly at her. “It’s…”

With a sigh, he took the mask off. Reese worried for a second that maybe he’d switched, but it seemed like it was still Marc. Neither Steven nor Jake ever looked that tense. Marc straightened up and smoothed back his hair, but still wouldn’t look directly at her. “I’m not…” he cleared his throat. “...used to people knowing things about me. I’m not really used to any of this. I know it sounds stupid when you know about…” He gestured towards a nearby whiteboard, with three distinct sets of handwriting scattered across it. “...that, but…I’m just adjusting.”

That made sense. Jake had said Marc was shy. “For what it’s worth, you two did a good job hiding it,” she said. “I really had no idea. If you don’t mind me asking…” She had a lot of questions, actually, but only one really burning one. “How do Khonshu and Taweret feel about this?”

Marc snorted. “Khonshu gets bitchy every time I try to have a date night. Taweret loves me for some reason. She found out about Valentine’s day and tried to set something up for us.”

Reese laughed, startled. “No.”

“Yeah, we, uh, told her not to do that again.” Marc buried his face in his hands. He was smiling when he finally let them drop. “Steven said it could’ve been worse. If she was the avatar of Isis, we’d have the goddess of marriage butting in every time we have an argument.”

Reese actually had to sit down from laughter. “Oh, no. That’d be so much worse.”

“Most overbearing mother in law on the planet…” Marc trailed off, made a noise like he’d been punched, and covered his mouth. “Fuck, man. Sorry. Jake…inside joke. Pun not intended.”

Not an inside joke Reese was going to be privy to any time soon, if she had to guess. That was okay. She didn’t have to know everything about Marc.

But she was a little glad she knew this. If nothing else, now she knew any office romances were as HR approved as they could get with their little group.

#moon knight #fic: you're the song i sing again and again

[rubbertig]

caught up w dungeon meshi ooooughhhh hohhh IM GONNA GO OFF ABOUT STUFF SORRY SORRY dungeon meshi spoilers !!

want to say first off thing i wanna ramble is yaad and the rest of the old kingdom..

cause yeah no marcille is prob totally right that they arent turning to dust cos the the dungeon border broke and spilled out.

like remember they turn to dust cos of the crossing the border. before recent events, the dungeon held all the "magic" from the winged lion. it was stuck in there only. so of course they would turn to dust past it.

the flashbacks further clear up things

dungeon was like a space the winged lion existence was trapped within in a sense. before that it seemed their "power" was more unlimited. like they say in this chapter the world became/was an extension.

so yknow. stands to reason breaking the border and having the winged lion all leak out would mean than now the old kingdom should not turn to dust.

HOWEVER HOWEVER

marcile also brings up the point:

like she said earlier we can assume that effects of dungeon arent gonna dissipate right away despite the winged lion being "gone"

like yknow like a side affect

but then why did the dungeon collapse more suddenly. i think i understand why. but im not sure how to word it right now. but i think it important to think about want the dungeon was.

either way. the lion's influence slowly dissipating over time?? hoh??? now that interesting?? how that'll affect the old kingdom ppl and the dungeon monsters. just HRM...

ANYWAY thats that about that.

I ALSO wanted to talk about Laios right now cause. Aheem.

it is no surprise to me that he feels like this.

i mean he did just give into his darkest desires in such a big exposed way. the winged lion was correct in many ways about laios during their big conversation in Winged Lion III

like ive said before, its easy to peg laios as just a silly weirdo with a silly monsters obsession but it was never actually just a silly thing. it was always this open peephole into someone with a very concerning relationship with humanity.

he lived a miserable life alienated from other people. laios was a man who ultimately did not want to deal with humanity anymore. so he latched onto monsters instead in escapism.

a part of laios really did prefer monsters over people.

and THIS has been a major thing in laios' arc throughout the whole manga. this is a manga about desire in many ways. how ppls desires can be selfish, complex, and dark. and laios has been lead by his from the start...

BUT in his journey he has developed genuine connections with others and it has reflected change in that complicated humanity of his. And that has become his conflict.

The part of him still attached to the humanity that has become meaningful to him. His sister. His friends. The vulnerable part that still wants it all.

vs

The part of him that honestly still feels like throwing humanity away. Not bother with all the struggle of it all. Give into the ultimate escapism.

Because isnt that what ultimately the Winged Lion provided to humanity? It is literally the magic being you daydream about that will just poof make u free and fulfilled.

But thats not it works. Blinds you from reality. From actually dealing with things. I think Laios finally realized this.

Laios decided to literally eat his escapism away. Let go.

But to have gotten to that point he still first had given in. And Falin's fate is more uncertain.

Thank god for everyone like "Fuck you! We still care about you!" when they found him... Dude's prob feeling immense guilt.

ANWAY IM DONE IVE WRITTEN THIS IN A HAZE ITS 6AM AND IM EMBARRASSED SO U CANT REBLOG THIS BUT U CAN REPLY OR WHATEVER AA

#tig rambles #dungeon meshi #meshi bloggin

[donutloverxo]

NO BUT LIKE CONCEPT: SMUT HC where mob!steve comes back from a rough night that leaves him very much outta it and ur the only one who can help him ... in more ways than one

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I'm making this a drabble cause I can't work with HCs. Thank you❤ Warmings -explicit sexual content, dom Steve, daddy kink, spanking, blood and wounds, bullets. Dividers by @whimsicalrogers

You put some distance between your poor ear and your phone upon hearing your friends loud screech, excited since she saw your Instagram post of your new engagement ring.

"It is so beautiful! And so unconventional and unique too!"

"Mm-hm," you hummed, applying a second coat of your fiery red nail paint, to make it more intense, you just knew it'd look amazing against Steve's pale skin, he absolutely loved it when you scratched him and were a bit rough with him.

You never gave him any pointers on what kind of engagement ring you'd like, only thing that was a bit too obvious - which you never actually needed to say - was that you loved shiny things. So he has gotten you a ring with a huge sapphire ruby and tiny sparkly diamonds adorning the band. It was everything you needed and more.

"Makes sense because our relationship is anything but conventional." Where he had never directly said that his job involved a few things that were kind of, sort of, illegal but you weren't an idiot, it didn't take you long to figure out.

You knew he was important and rich when he asked you out, not just because he wore fancy clothes, but the way he carried himself, tall and proud and an aura that dominated any room he was in, two bodyguards always around him, and when you both started getting serious he assigned Peter, who was sort of an intern or newbie from what you gathered, to always escort you places and take care of you.

Maybe it wasn't exactly the most rational thing to do - marrying someone who was as feared as he was respected - but all you knew was that he was a good man and you had faith in him, so you stayed away from that part of his life.

"You must be planning the wedding now," she beamed over the phone.

You scoffed, blowing on your fingers, "No, he's always at work these days. It's so annoying, if it doesn't change then I'm leaving and taking the ring with me."

You looked at it sparkling on your finger, it was too beautiful to part with. Besides it became yours as soon as he gave it to you.

"You're late, but there's nothing new about that," you puffed out your cheeks, hands crosses under your chest, as he loosened his tie and worked on taking off his shoes. He had been coming home past midnight for the last month, enough was enough!

"Doll," he groaned, looking at you and ready to tell you off and ask for some space, but then he saw you. In a satin babydoll that barely covered you, with lace trimmings that did nothing to hide your soft nipples, your toes and nails painted just the color he liked, and you were wearing those ridiculous fluffy slippers with bunny ears that he had grown to love.

His mouth opened and then shut like a damn goldfish, forgetting what he was about to tell you.

"Steven," you furrowed your brows.

He knew he was in trouble as soon as you called out his full name. "Yeah?"

"When are we going to discuss the wedding?"

"I'm sorry, doll, work has been hectic these days. But soon."

"Soon? Soon doesn't do it for me," jutting your hip and leaning against the door to your walk in closet, "I need an exact date."

"I can't give it to you right now, puppy," his jaw clenching as you rolled your eyes, "Watch yourself, sweetheart. I had a long day, you don't wanna get on my bad side today."

"You shouldn't have put a rock on it if you didn't intend on marrying me," rolling your eyes extra hard just to get on his nerves.

"I do want to marry you. But right now... you're sort of making me have second thoughts."

He regretted those words as soon as they left his mouth. Because you looked about ready to smack him.

"Fine then. I guess I'll leave and go live with my mother from now on. She would be happy for sure, she isn't too thrilled about our engage - " you stopped your rant as soon as you noticed crimson seeping through his crisp white undershirt as he took off his coat.

Your eyes as wide as saucers, your heart beating fast and hard in your chest and you could feel your eyes getting watery. You weren't handing out empty threats, you were definitely serious about leaving. Just to remind Steve of just how much he loves you.

It wouldn't be the first time. You had done it once before, when you went back to live at your apartment because he yelled at you for going out with your girlfriends without Peter. You didn't need a babysitter, especially not one who was several years younger than you. You had gathered up your things from Steve's penthouse and went home with a heavy heart. You loved him with all your heart, but there was no way you could make it work with someone who was that controlling and mean to you.

But he came to you, literally got on his knees to apologize and to beg for you to take him back. He even made you give up your apartment and got you a bigger house for you both to live in. Just so you couldn't take off ever again.

"Steve... your bleeding..." you said as you held back a sob. Any anger you had towards him was now gone.

"Oh, shit," he looked down to his side, "Must've ruptured the stitch or something..."

You walked over to him, holding onto his waist and looking up at him, trying not to look at his wound. You weren't that squimish around blood, it rarely ever bothered you, but this was your Stevie, and he was hurt. "What happened?"

"Its... It's nothing, doll. It was an accident."

"Yeah, I guess you slipped and fell on a bullet," you huffed.

"No, the bullet barely grazed me. And you know I don't like talking about those things with you."

"Why? I'm not stupid or weak, I have a right to know."

"Of course, not, puppy. You're my sweet, strong, smart girl," he cooed, bending a bit to peck your lips and then groaning. "Gotta, be careful with this," he said as your fingers worked on unbuttoning his shirt.

"If I'm so strong and smart then tell me what happened," you asked as you pushed his shirt off his shoulders. You didn't stop to marvel at his huge and perfect body like you always do, you looked at the fresh batch on stitches right over his hips.

"No, puppy. You're too good for that world, too good for me," he groaned as he sat down on the little pink couch he had put in the closet for you. Since you spent hours trying to pick outfits, he didn't want you standing too long and hurting your feet.

"Fine then don't tell me," you whimpered, rubbing your tears off with the back of your hand.

"Hey, it's okay. I'm okay. I'm right here, not going anywhere," he tried to pull you into his lap, usually he wouldn't even have to ask for you sit on it, but right now you were pulling away and refusing for some reason, "C'mere, doll," he almost whined. Not used to being told no by you anymore than you were by him.

"No, I don't wanna hurt you," you hiccuped, as your sobs started to calm down.

"You wouldn't. You could never hurt me. C'mere I wanna cuddle you and make you feel better," he tried to pull you into him again but you just shook your head.

"I should be the one making you better. Not the other way around. But I don't know how to..." you swayed from side to side, suddenly ashamed of your brash behavior from earlier. "I'm sorry, I was being such a brat earlier."

"It's okay, puppy. I forgive you. You were right, we need to fix a date and find a venue and get you a pretty dress. I wanna see you in one of those poffy gowns, like a princess."

"That's called a ballgown," you said proudly, having done your research now. You knew all about the styles of the gowns, sleeves, necklines, colors and everything. "And you're not going to be involved in dress shopping process. Grooms aren't supposed to see the dress before the wedding it's bad luck."

He hummed at that, a bit disappointed but he would eventually see it, and then take it off, so it wasn't a huge loss. "Yes, you're right. But, let's not forget, you were a bad girl."

You gasped incredulously, "Well, you were being a bad fiance!" Which earned you a swift smack to your backside, making you yelp and fall forward, holding onto his shoulders for support.

"I didn't mind you calling me out for that. I want you to be honest with me and tell me everything. But you threatened to leave me, again."

You pouted. Offended for being called out so blatantly. Yeah you always made empty threats, packed up your bags just for show, whenever you didn't get your way. Never considering his feelings when yours were hurt.

"Sorry," you mumbled.

"I forgive you. I know you didn't mean it. But I'll have to teach you your lesson. Just so you know better next time."

You nodded your head, which made him spank you once more, "Yes, daddy!"

"Good. How many do you think you deserve?"

"Um... Fifteen. Ten for threatening to leave, and five for giving you attitude."

"See, you're so smart. I'll punish you tomorrow though. I'm tired right now," he groaned as he sat back against the couch, squeezing your hips and admiring your figure, showing through the thin material of your nightie.

"Um, daddy?"

"Yes, angel?"

"Is there anyway I can make you feel better right now?"

"Yeah, you can give me a kiss. You didn't give me one this morning when I left, or when I came back."

"Okay, I'll kiss you. But I also wanted to do more..." you murmured, your face burned hot as you realised that Steve was going to make you say what you wanted to do.

"Like what?"

"Like, take your cock down my throat. Would that make you feel better? I'll try and be careful about your stitches." Truth be told you missed being intimate with him, you needed it as much as he did.

"It definitely would make me feel better. But I want to have you close to me," he stroked the inside of your thighs, hands dangerously close to your cunt, "Why don't you, come ride my cock. Just like I taught you, hm?"

"But - what if I hurt you..." you whined. But he wasn't having any of it, rolling your panties down your legs.

"You wouldn't, puppy, come on we'll be careful. Be quick."

You gave him a meek nod, unzipping him with shaky fingers, giving his glorious cock a couple of pumps before straddling his lap. You made sure to not put any pressure on his lap. Lining his cock up to your pussy with your hands wrapped around his neck, you slowly sanked down on him.

First giving him a nice and thorough kiss to make him for not kissing him goodbye or welcome home like you always do. "I feel so full," you say against his lips.

He hummed, squeezing your ass, "I was made for you, angel. As you were for me." He slid the straps of your nightie down your arms, exposing your breasts to him. He made sure to shower them with all his lips, sucking, kissing and biting and pulling with his mouth. You were making the sweetest of noises, trying to keep your moans in as he helped you bounce on his cock by holding onto your hips.

"You're doing so good. Being such a good girl for me. My sweet, best girl," he cooed, kissing your forehead, he knew how you were still vulnerable to be on top.

"Am I making you feel better, daddy?" you sniffled, his cock hiting you in all the right places, making it impossible for you to keep going and hold off your climax.

"I'm all better already, thanks to you, puppy."

#berry answers #steve rogers x reader #mob!steve rogers #steve x reader

[supernaturalgirl20]

Part three

Pairings: Marcus Pike x reader

Warnings: fluff, pretending to be married, mutual pining, smut 18+, explicit, tequila drinking, getting blind drunk.

Summary: you hit a bump in the road on the journey to your sisters wedding, one that ends with you married to Marcus.

A/N: ok so we’re all caught up to the prologue now. There is still way more to come, I gotta give Marcus a happy ending, or do I? 🤔 also thank you so much for all the love on this series, it really means the world to me 🥰

Gif: @doin-stuff

{Comments and reblogs really appreciated}

Less than 24 hours earlier

Two hours out from New Orleans and you’d barely spoken to Marcus. Stunned by his earlier confession, your mind is reeling. Things shouldn’t be complicated at all, you love him, you know you do. He’s the one you could see a future with, but you can’t let go of the hurt you felt when he was with Theresa. You can feel his eyes on you, but you don’t look at him once, your emotions are all over the place, you need to process things.

“Fuck!”

You turn to see what has Marcus so riled up when you see smoke coming from the engine.

“That’s not good.”

The car stutters to a stop at the side of the road and Marcus gets out and lifts the hood. You hop out and walk around to him.

“The car is knackered.”

“Please don’t say that. What are we going to do? Lauren will kill us if we don’t get there on time.”

Marcus looks to you with a sympathetic look. “I’ll walk back to that gas station we saw. See if I can get some help.”

“Marcus that was an hour ago. Oh god we’re not going to make it.” Marcus pulls you into his arms and holds you tight. “We will get there, if I have to carry you there myself, we’re going to make it.”

“Thank you.” Suddenly the sound of an engine in the distance pulls you apart. “Is that what I think it is?”

“Yeah, quick wave them down.”

You run onto the road waving your arms like a crazy person. The bus slows down and pulls in behind the car.

“Yall ok there? Havin’ a little car trouble?”

“Yeah I think the engines gone. There was smoke coming out of it anyway.”

“Y’all need a ride? We’re on our way to New Orleans for a tequila festival, we’re a band ya see and we’ll be playing the whole weekend.”

“That would be amazing. We were actually heading there ourselves.”

“If your wife would like to hop in, I can give you a hand with the luggage.”

“Oh we’re not….we’re not married.”

“Oh!”

“That’s not a problem is it?”

“Well not as long as your engaged, we are a Christian group and if y’all are going to be sharing a bed you need to be married or at least on the way to it.”

“Oh we’re engaged. Haven’t set a date for the wedding yet but hopefully soon.”

“Glad to hear it son.”

Once everything was loaded onto the bus, Marcus comes and sits beside you. Leaning in to whisper, “eh we’re engaged.”

“What.” Your eyes are blown wide in shock. “Well they apparently have a room for us, paid for and all, but they would only let us have it if we were married or at least getting married. Sorry.”

“Eh…I….ugh it’s fine. It’s not going to be that hard to pretend we’re together.”

After arriving to your room, you had a shower and changed, before you headed out for dinner. Marcus was dressed in jeans, white T-shirt and that god damn leather jacket. This man was out to torture you. “Ready to go?”

“Yeah. Where are we meeting them?”

“They said to meet them in the court yard.”

When you arrive there’s lantern lights draped everywhere. Tables are decorated, food table full and tequila everywhere. “Wow, this is amazing. That food looks so good.”

“There you two are. Ok let’s all start on that tequila, shall we.”

“Oh well I was hoping to eat first, I don’t really have a tolerances or alcohol.” You look to Marcus for support but he’s already making his way to the bar. “Ugh.”

“Come now girly, plenty of time for food later.”

You we’re drunk. No…really drunk. Greg..Craig?! No James, had filled you with tequila and you were so happy right now. You we’re dancing with Marcus, his arms around your waist swaying to the music. Or was that the drink. Doesn’t matter he’s holding you, you don’t care. Maria, James’s wife came over to you both, excitement flowing off her.

“We’ve had an amazing idea. James is an officiant and he wants to marry you both. There’s this lively spot down in the gardens under an arch. What do say?”

You smile at her and look towards Marcus, who is nodding his head at her.

“Great, ah I’m so excited! I’ll go tell him now. This is so romantic.”

Standing under the arch way decorated in flowers and fairy lights you look at Marcus. You find him already looking at you, adoration in his eyes.

“I now pronounce you husband and wife. Marcus my boy you may kiss your bride.”

Marcus places his hands on either side of your face before kissing you softly. After the ceremony more drinks are had and you stumble back to your room. Stripping out of your dress Marcus comes up behind you and you can feel his hardens cock on your ass. Is he naked? He nuzzles into the side of your neck, “god I want you so bad baby.”

Turning in his arms you lean up and kiss him. He helps you remove your underwear and bra before laying you back in the bed. He lays in between your thighs and strokes his cock along your wet pussy. With one thrust he sheaths himself within you. You both let out a moan.

“God I forgot how tight you are. So fucking perfect baby.”

You lock your ankles behind his ass pulling him closer. “Just fuck me already.”

He begins pounding into you again and again. It’s rough and hard and your head is spinning. “I’m close, want you to come with me. Can you do that baby?”

“Yeah..yes!”

He lowers his hand between your bodies and rubs circles over your swollen clit. That’s all you needed to send you over the edge. Your whole body tingles as you come, screaming his name like a prayer. He spills inside you and rolls off you, burying his face into the pillow. Within minutes you both succumb to sleep.

Present day

Waking up to the sun shining in through the balcony doors, you turn, burying your face into the pillow with a groan. God your head hurt. What the hell happened last night. You try to go back to sleep, but are pulled from your dreams when you hear a light snore from your left side. Your eyes shoot open and you turn around slowly to be met with a mop of brown hair. Did I sleep with someone last night. Oh god! He begins to stir and you hold your breath hoping not to wake him. When he’s fully facing you, you let out a gasp. No, not him. Your freaking out, trying to recall what happened last night, but nothing is coming to you. When he turned, the duvet fell from his body slightly, revealing an extremely naked Marcus Pike. Oh Jesus, did we have sex? You quickly look under the duvet to reveal that, yes, you are also very naked. No, no this cannot be happening.

You sneak out of bed and dress quickly, trying to leave without having to face rejection. You go to grab your phone when you spot a piece of paper under it. What’s this?

“Fuck.”

Marcus groans as he sits up and rubs the sleep from his eyes.

“What time is it?”

“What…..what happened last night?”

“I thought it was obvious….we had sex. Great sex by the way.”

“No….I got that, thank you Mr. Obvious. I mean this.”

You shove the piece of paper into his face. He takes it off you and begins to read.

“We’re married?”

“That’s what I’m asking you!”

“Well according to this, your the new Mrs. Pike.”

This cannot be happening, I’m married to the love of my life and he doesn’t even know it!

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[twiddle-dee-twiddle-dumb]

HAIKYUU! BOYS WHEN S/O HAVE TO SUDDENLY TRAVEL FOR WORK

A/N: This is long overdue. XD Enjoy!! Again, thank you for your likes, reblogs and follows. I'm eternally grateful. :'))

Toru Oikawa

· Oikawa just got back from an overseas game and the both of you are in your favorite restaurant spending your quality time together. Since Toru was in overseas for months, you applied as a researcher in the university that you work for. You have been waitlisted for weeks and when they finally accepted your application, they can only accommodate you as a substitute researcher/research assistant. Which to you is fine, since you’re just looking for something to pass time as your husband is not around.

· You helped and worked in a research project. The research team is about to gather data for the study. They would need data for each prefecture and that would take weeks to work on. Being only a substitute researcher, you learned the ins and outs of the project but you’re only asked to do something when needed to or when they lack manpower.

· You are enjoying your meal with Toru, listening his tales of his games and life overseas, his bragging about his international fangirls to which you laughed at, and his language learning. He acquired quite few though. You were enjoying the night so far when your phone successively chimed in—means that there are messages coming in.

· You took a peek at your phone screen and saw that it was the research team group messages. They are in a haywire. You haven’t really grasp what was happening with the research team as your attention is divided with Toru and your blown-up phone.

· “Babe, are you listening to me?!” he asked when he noticed that you’re furrowing at your phone.

· “Yes, babe. It’s just that these messages from the university are coming in and blowing up my phone.” You smiled sweetly as you put it on mute before putting it aside. “You were saying, darling?” So Toru continued narrating his and his team mates’ shenanigans overseas. As your husband is in the middle of his story, your phone started to vibrate inside your bag. You tried to ignore it until you couldn’t so you have to tell Toru to hold up and you would just check if everything’s okay with the research team.

· It was the lead researcher who is calling you. They have been messaging you but of course, this is your personal time. They couldn’t blame you for responding late or not responding at all.

· “Hello?” you picked up the phone. “Hello, Oikawa-san. I’m sorry, but are you available?” the one on the other end said. “Honestly, no. I’m somewhere.” you answered truthfully. The person on the other line sighed, “That’s too bad. We need your help, Oikawa-san. Ishii-san’s wife went into labor and he cannot go with us to proceed with the research. You’re our only hope.” You sensed the desperation but you cannot just jump in the waters especially now, that he’s back.

· “Fujihara-san, I cannot answer you right away. My husband just arrived from overseas and I still have to discussed it with him.” You told your senior. You heard a sigh on the other line but Fujihara-san agreed and said that you still have time to decide until tomorrow, hoping that you’ll agree because your name is also credited to the research. Like your actual name is placed as one of the researchers.

· The call ended and Toru was looking at you questioningly. You just said ‘later at home’ as you don’t want to spoil the rest of the evening. But your husband already knows something is up. You went back to where you were a while ago until you finished your time in the resto.

· “Darling-chan, did you enjoy our dinner?” Toru asked you, swaying your held hands as you walk to the next block where your car is park. “Yes, I did.” You beamed at him and then you frowned a little bit, recalling the call earlier. “What’s with your face, Y/N-chan?” you shook your head in response. “Is it about the call you got a while back?” he pressed further. You just nodded in response. Toru pulled you closer to him and kissed your cheek, squeezing your hand after. You continued your walk back to the car in silence, enjoying the nightly breeze caressing your skins.

· The drive to your house was silent. It’s kind of eating you up. You’re having mental practice of how to lay all the cards to Toru when you arrive later. Your husband is a stubborn man and he’s dramatic AF.

· “Okay, I know we’ve been silent the whole ride and that you’ve been dying to know what’s the deal.” You said the moment you got into the living room of your home. “Don’t deny it, Toru. I couldn’t count the times you’ve glanced at me on the rearview mirror.” You said before he could even express his disagreement which made him roll his eyes and mumble ‘fine’ under his breath.

· “Well… babe, I’m needed to travel for the research team.” You smiled sheepishly.

· Toru frowned. “But, I just got back darling-chan.” He’s completely opposed that you have to go away right now—now when he’s back. “Hmmpf! Your research team is ugly. Why did they decided to do your research now that I’m back?!” He continued to whine.

· “Toru, it was an emergency. I’m not supposed to go but one of the researcher’s wife went into labor and that he couldn’t go.” You tried to explain.

· “Don’t you love me anymore?! You’re leaving me when I just got here?! And you’re choosing those stinky research team over me, your pretty husband?!” you laughed at your husband’s childish rants and name-calling. He huffed and continued to whine about how they’re trying to take you time from him, how ugly they are for doing so and how annoying they are doing research.

· “Babe… well… I’ll tell them I wouldn’t go. I guess.” You said as you took pity at your husband. Toru blinked. “Really darling-chan?”

· “I guess? I mean I would be credited if I do it but it’s fine if I won’t be. I’m glad to be spending time with you.” You said. Toru is more important anyway and you miss this human so much.

· “No wait. That’d be good for your career. Just go.” You gaped at him, disbelief is apparent. You never expected this to come out from his mouth. Not when he spent minutes childishly slandering the research team.

· “But I’m getting you pregnant though as a revenge on them. So when you’re all doing another research, you’ll be in labor and they have to find a replacement. ” he supplied before you could react. You narrowed your eyes at him but he just looked at you smugly. “Hah, I’m so cunning, Darling-chan.” More like petty, you thought but you could only shake your head.

· You reassured once again if he is really okay with you going. He said yes and now, he’s pulling you to your bedroom with the agenda of helping you pack and getting you pregnant.

Hajime Iwaizumi

· Iwaizumi just got home from work. He has been working late these days since there are an upcoming overseas game in four months. The players are also in a grind. There is too much pressure in Hajime’s work so you’re being extra considerate with him.

· You’ve been preparing him dinner, baths and massages even though you also came home from work. Because if the situation is reversed, your husband would do that for you.

· “Haji, welcome home.” You greeted him by the door. You heard his car from the outside.

· “Hi, baby.” He answered while giving you a soft peck on your lips. You got his bag from him as he removed his shoes by the door.

· You slowly pulled Hajime towards the kitchen. “I know you haven’t had dinner yet.” You motioned for him to sit as you reheat the dinner your made for him in advance and prepped the plate and the utensils. “Haji, do you want a warm Chamomile tea, tonight?” you asked him while preparing two set of cups.

· You felt two arms snaked on your waist while feeling the weight of his head on your shoulders.

· “Yes, baby. Please.” He mumbled, his head still leaned on your shoulder. You gently turned around to face him. You caressed his hair as you said ‘okay’. He looks so worn out, dark circles started to form on his eye and there’s also a five-day old stubble on his face. You gently pat him for a minute until he lets go and let you do what you have to do.

· You laid out the chamomile tea and the dinner you’ve made for him. Hajime started eating and he asked you about your day. You told him that you had a very long day working from home. Your office was so busy because there are foreign investors coming and that you are rushing to finalize everything from the arrangements to the hired translator since your company offered to hire one yourself.

· Hajime looked at you with amusement and amazement while basking in the pride that he’s also feeling. You’ve come so far with your career and he’s absolutely awed with your success. He’s also successful himself and he’s very grateful to share that success with you.

· You and Haji are cleaning up the dishes when your phone shrilled from the living room. You looked at Haji, bewildered for it is already this late before excusing your self to answer the call.

· Your brows furrowed when you saw it was your boss calling. “Hello, Good Evening Aizawa-san. How may I help you?” you said carefully while wondering what could’ve gone wrong with your thorough preparation.

· “Iwaizumi-san, I’m very sorry to call you this late but the translator we hired cannot come tomorrow. He got into a car accident.” You heard you boss’ sigh. He was so happy that everything was going well and now this happened.

· “Oh, Aizawa-san, that’s terrible. I hope he’s fine now. Do you want me to look for another translator?” you glanced at the clock, it’s already a quarter to twelve. You’re starting to get worried now. You’ve been preparing and pitching this meeting for months, there’s no way that it’s not going to push through because you have no translator for tomorrow.

· “He’s recovering now. No, Iwaizumi-san. I looked up your files again and found out that you know how to speak English.” Your boss said. You suddenly remembered that you include putting it in your additional set of skills when you applied for a job. Luckily, they hired you even though you don’t really have the experience back then. But you persevered and now, a couple of years later, you’re climbing up the top.

· “Yes, sir. I do. I lived in England for about six months for an exchange program. Pardon me if I asked why did you bring it up, sir?”

· “Well, I want you to fill in the translator’s job instead. I’ll be paying you extra since this is another job I asked you to do.” Your boss said with finality. You have no choice but to agree. Your boss bid you goodbye and expects to see you at the venue tomorrow. Not only that, you have to be with them for the duration of the foreigners’ visit.

· You slumped on the couch, feeling the wave of exhaustion again. You thought you can spend your day with Hajime in his work place tomorrow. You were excited for that. You even prepared what to cook for him and the team tomorrow. You also have something to say to him tomorrow which adds up the excitement.

· “What’s with the big sigh, honey?” Hajime asked as he sat beside you on the couch. You pout at him, not really wanting to speak because you’re on the brink of tears.

· You dived unto Haji’s chest while wrapping your hands on his waist. You inhaled his scent.

· “Haj, I’m gonna leave for work tomorrow.” You said in a low, muffled voice.

· “What did you say, babe? I didn’t hear it quite well.” He said as he kissed the top of your head.

· You looked at him and pouted before saying that you have to leave for work. Hajime lets out a small ‘oh’. You saw Haji tried to blink the disappointment away but failed, with a small frown emerging from his lips. Haji was also excited. It’s been so long since you’ve come over to his workplace. You apologized to him because you couldn’t keep your word but he reassures you that it’s fine. He asked why though and you explained to him the conversation you have with your boss.

· “Aww, I’m so proud of you, baby. You’ve come this far. We’re successful in our own ways. Though we sometimes spend time away, I am so thankful to share this success with you.” You melt at Hajime’s words. You never thought that you’ll hear these things from him now. He doesn’t really shower you with affectionate words but rather, actions. You thought that’s all what he has to say but you’re wrong.

· “Tomorrow, I know you’ll do great as you always do. You’re a great employee, a great daughter, a great friend, a great wife and… a great mother.” You gasp at his last statement. You looked at him, surprised.

· “How did you—” Hajime cut you off with a deep kiss.

· “I installed your tracker remember? You also logged in your account. So, whenever you update, my tracker info also gets updated.” You laughed at him sheepishly. So much for the surprise.

You asked him if he was happy. He replied ‘ecstatic’. He pulled you up to go to bed since you’re expecting, he thinks that you should sleep early. You bargained to stay up a little longer since you need to fix your suitcase bringing three-days’ worth of clothes. When you finished, you and Hajime cuddled until you both feel asleep— asleep feeling more devoted and committed to each other and the upcoming little Iwaizumi.

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[sweetjekyll]

25 Kisses — PCY

pairing: Park Chanyeol x Aquarius!OC / Reader (first pov) 

genre: birthday au, fluff, domestic life, established relationship, one shot rating: teen and up  warnings: slightly suggestive towards the end but it’s nothing worth tagging 18+  word count: ~1k 

summary: Birthday morning with one of your my favorite tall man

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A/N: today is my birthday and I’m finally 25! yay! this piece is 1st pov since I’ve been actually struggling to write any 2nd pov fic recently, since it’s also my birthday I thought I’d indulge myself just this once hehe. anyway, I hope you like it! I miss Chanyeol a lot lately, I hope this helps those who miss him too. ps: I’m not a native english speaker, I think I’ve mentioned this before, but there might be some errors, I did not proof read this!

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Mornings with him were my favorite, despite me hating mornings with a burning passion. I love waking up with his arm draped over me, to the warmth of his body pressed against mine and his soft breath tickling the skin on my neck and shoulder. It’s when I feel the most at peace and it makes me smile absentmindedly. Dreamland cannot compare to waking up in Park Chanyeol’s embrace.

The first kiss he gave me was a very sleepy one, pouty lips caressing my shoulder and slowly moving towards my neck, until he attacked with a loud smooch. Chanyeol knew about that spot just below my ear where I’m most ticklish, and he still went for it to watch me squirm and giggle in his arms, trying to get some distance between our bodies but he never lets me. In the end, I’m always pulled back against him under the bedsheets, until I kiss him back and greet him with a good morning.

“Good morning, beautiful.” It should’ve sounded like a whisper, but it was much deeper when he said it as he wore a content smile while looking back at me with those soft, breathtaking, black eyes.

“Had a good night’s sleep?” I nuzzled the tip of my cold nose in the crook of his neck, returning a kiss to his skin, which was much gentler than his.

“I always sleep well with you next to me…” One of his hands reached out from under the sheets to brush back the mess of hair that was covering my face and I looked up at him; my will to sleep was long gone despite having woken up before the alarm went off.

“That’s so cheesy, but I love it.” Huffing a bit ungracefully, I adjusted my position and laid on my belly, partially leaning against him. One arm was folded on top of his toned chest with my chin resting on top of it.

It appeared as if his smile got wider and brighter when our eyes met again. “Do you know what day it is?”

I furrowed my brows and averted my gaze, thinking hard, but my brain was still coming down from dreamland. It took me a long moment before I remembered, but I shook my head instead. “Why don’t you remind me?” A playful grin caught his attention… he knew me too well.

“Okay, close your eyes,” Chanyeol pointed a finger at me as he bit hit bottom lip, eyebrows slightly raised in a warning, “no peeking!” I did as he said and felt his body shift a little, I could hear his hand reaching out towards the nightstand on his side of the bed. I heard him opening a drawer followed by some rummaging a shuffling, his hand was outstretched so far and in an awkward position that I couldn’t help but peek with one eye. “Hey, I said no peeking!” His chest reverberated with a chuckle when he noticed one of my eyes open, looking in the direction of the drawer.

“Sorry!” I sat up on my knees and covered my face with both of my hands, to allow him take whatever he was looking for without being awkwardly twisted onto the bed. “It’s not like I can see a thing without my glasses on anyway!” I whined, yet still felt excited.

“Happy birthday, baby.” I felt his lips press on my forehead and I removed my hands to see what he had been looking for earlier. He held a black velvet jewelry box, but it was too big to hold a ring. Nonetheless, my mouth fell agape as my pupils darted from his eyes to the box he was holding out to me.

“Loey…” I couldn’t help but bring my hands to my chest and pout my lips in disbelief, tears clouded my eyes.

He quickly pouted his lips too at my reaction. “What— you haven’t seen it yet!” He reached out to gently hold one of my hands and brought it to his lips, kissing my knuckles. “Ready?” He opened the little box, making me gasp and giggle at the sight of a gorgeous golden necklace, the pendant had some tiny diamonds encased in an irregular design. “It’s our zodiac signs connected.”

I looked closer at the pendant and noticed that indeed it resembled two constellations, Sagittarius and Aquarius, blending with each other. The sight of such a thoughtful gift made even more tears rush to my eyes. The panicked expression in Chanyeol’s eyes was quickly replaced by a groan, after I threw my arms around his shoulders and held him close in a tight embrace, lulling him left and right gently. “Thank you, Loey, I love it so much!”

“Wait till you get my second gift!” Chanyeol’s words took me off guard and I looked at him with a puzzled expression.

“There’s more?” I shrieked wide eyed.

He swiftly stole a breathless kiss from me thanks to our close proximity and nodded. “Twenty-five kisses for my love turning 25 today…” mischief was back in those dark eyes of his, yet still shining a joyful light, “And so far I believe I’ve only given you six.” He suddenly snaked his arms behind my back and laid me back down in bed, laughter feeling the intimacy of the room at the crack of dawn.

“When did you start counting them?!” Yet the question was long forgotten after his lips found mine once more, but they didn’t stay there for long…

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[roguerogerss]

Hi I loved your Laurie story!!Could I request one?One maybe they meet through Amy when she is in Paris and they fall in love!!You don’t have too it is just an idea !!🥰🥰

that night in paris

pairing: laurie laurence x reader

w/c: 1.5k

warnings: i think there’s some swearing but i can’t be bothered to read over this again so??

(a/n: i’m so slow at writing i’m so sorry. i haven’t read over or edited this at all, but it’s cute ig. i’ve been loving writing about laurie lately, i feel like he just makes my writing so much better?? idk, anyways. if you enjoy, like and reblog pls! requests r open. ily guys <3)

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From the moment that she’d first laid eyes on Laurie, she knew that he was someone who she could love. It had been like, her whole life, she'd been waiting for something to happen and never knowing what that something was, and everything had clicked into place when she realised that he was that something.

They'd met in Paris. Y/N was living there at the time and had become good friends with Amy March, a painter who was travelling and had ended up in the small apartment below Y/N's own. Amy told her that she'd stumbled across an old friend who would be coming for dinner and asked if Y/N would like to join them. Of course, she’d said yes.

"And who is this lovely lady?" She'd been grinning as soon as she walked into Amy's dining room, dress swishing behind her, eyes widened at the sight in front of her. When Amy said she'd met an old friend, she didn't mention that he was quite possibly the most strikingly beautiful man that Y/N had ever seen.

"This is Y/N. She's the lovely lady who lives upstairs." Amy smirked knowingly at Y/N while the boy eyed her with an admiration to his gaze. Big, shining emerald eyes looking her up and down, taking in every detail of her light blue dress, the way that her body looked in the tight corset that she wore, every tiny scar or freckle that adorned her face. She could tell that he was observing every little thing about her, and she suddenly felt exposed to him in all ways, like she was standing naked before his eyes.

"Laurie." Laurie. His name rolled beautifully off of his own tongue and she couldn't wait to get to say it for herself. "Theodore Laurence, but call me Laurie." He gripped her hand in his own and bowed his head to kiss her knuckles gently and with soft lips.

"Y/N L/N. Mon plaisir, Laurie." Laurie couldn't help the grin that crossed his face after hearing his name on her lips. He wasn't sure why her French accent surprised him, they were in France after all, but she spoke so beautifully that he wanted her to speak French to him all of the time.

"Le plaisir est tout à moi, ma chérie." He didn't speak much French, only what his father had taught him during their tutoring sessions, but he planned on using the little that he could to his advantage. Y/N could see that Amy was holding back a smile and she had the sudden and overwhelming urge to flip her off.

"Shall we eat?" She interrupted the obvious tension that was brewing. Laurie could've sworn that he'd seen Y/N roll her eyes at Amy and her smirking back as she sauntered to the kitchen to fix them all a plate.

It was a while before any of the three spoke again, only uttering the occasional, "Amy, this is brilliant!" or, "Would anyone like any more wine?". It was normal for them not to speak at meals, what with Amy and Laurie growing up in wealthy families who taught their children to be polite and to never eat with their mouths full, and Y/N going along with whatever Amy did because her family was never rich and she hadn't learned most of the usual etiquette from them.

"So, Y/N," Laurie broke the silence as he took a sip from the looming glass of red wine before him. "how did you and Amy meet?"

"We paint in the same orchard. Of course, I was there first-" Of course, Laurie had no idea that this statement was to start a feud between the two women sat in front of him.

"Okay, but being there first does not mean that it is your orchard!" Amy would've sounded as though she was being serious if the grin on her face hadn't given her away. Laurie smiled and watched on while Y/N laughed and Amy laughed and the pair jabbed fingers at eachother in mock accusation.

"Ladies, ladies!" Laurie held his wine glass high and clanged his fork against it as though he was about to make a speech at a traditional wedding. Y/N giggled and noticed how adorable he truly was, the youthful and childish grin spread across his face, hair mussed from having his hands run through it, under eyes creased from laughter. Laurie Laurence was a picture that could've and should've been painted. Maybe she could convince him to let her do just that if he would stay in Paris a while.

"The food was great, Amy." The night had passed them by in a blur and the red wine was getting to all of their heads, thoughts going hazy and sight blurry. Y/N wasn't sure why she was mentioning the food again. They'd finished eating hours ago and were getting ready to turn in for the night.

"I have something to confess." Amy's words were slurred and her head lulled back onto the headrest of the armchair she was slumped in. Laurie's arm was drunkenly slung around Y/N's neck, even in her state his touch made her feel warm inside and she was aware of just how close his face was to her neck and couldn't help but wish that he would kiss her there and on her face and her lips and everywhere else in between. "I actually do not have another bed. One for Laurie to sleep in."

Y/N couldn't remember thinking before she said, "He can stay with me! Definitely, he can stay with me.”

Time didn't quite seem to move as it should've for the rest of the time sat on Amy's sofa. Maybe it was the alcohol, the wine getting to their minds. Or maybe it was Amy's constant slurred conversation, or the fact that Laurie was so close and his lips tended to brush ever so slightly over her neck whenever he moved his head.

By the time that they were stumbling out of the door, Amy had already gone to bed and Laurie was half asleep with his arms around Y/N's waist and chin balanced on her shoulder from behind.

"We are not going to be able to get up the staircase like this, Laurie." Y/N chuckled. Her eyes were half-lidded as she lazily reached around to tangle her fingers in his hair and toy with it.

He sighed but obeyed, untangling himself from the French girl and tripping over his own feet. He snorted at his own actions as though what he'd done was the funniest thing in the world, and, at the time, maybe it was. "Hold my hand." Arm outstretched towards Y/N, making it hard for her to resist the urge to entwine their fingers together. And so, she didn't.

Laurie was supposed to sleep on the sofa, that was what had earlier been agreed. But, when they were back at Y/N's apartment they found themselves both laying in her bed, side by side, pinkie fingers and feet bumping. Neither of them slept for a while, neither of them spoke, instead, they were quiet as they enjoyed each other's company.

"I think you are beautiful." They must've been silent for at least an hour by the time Laurie finally spoke. The alcohol was beginning to wear off and Y/N could clearly understand what he meant without a foggy haze loosening her grasp on the words.

"I think you are beautiful too, Laurie."

That was the first time of many times that Laurie's lips would be moulded into her own. He didn't care about the consequences of the kiss, didn't bother to find out whether or not she felt the same. Maybe the wine hadn't worn off as much as he'd expected it had, because his mind wasn't able to quite keep up with his body.

He found that his arms had encircled her waist, that his fingers were travelling towards the hem of her silk nightdress, that she was trying to hold back the little groans that left her lips and settled between them in the nighttime air. This, Laurie was convinced, this was heaven.

That night in Paris had only been the beginning of something wonderful, something so exciting and beautiful. The next day, Y/N had taken him to the orchard and painted him like she told herself she would, laying on the grass, flowers of blue, purple, white, surrounding him. He’d laugh at things that she’d say and she wished to capture him like that, grinning, eyes bright and creasing.

The painting was hung in their home when they moved in, above the fireplace, on the grey stone bricks, there for all to see the beauty that Laurie Laurence truly carried, the beauty that she brought out in him.

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[moved-to-void-kissed]

Secrets in the Springs

Document link: https://docs.google.com/document/d/1WDYCocrod_P7bcyH9DIaacjpIXv9I8r-UEkdmWANdxw/edit?usp=sharing

Sapphire, Pyra, Mythra, Nia and Poppi spend an evening relaxing together in Mor Ardain’s famous hot springs, where a couple of secrets begin to reveal themselves. In the process, Pyra makes an important decision. (1650 words) Replaces the XC2 cutscene “Secret in the Springs” from the start of Chapter 4. Content warning for some description of an old significant physical injury.

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This is a piece I originally posted to my old blog, but I’ve updated it slightly to reflect some changes to the storyline and figured it would be good to post again! Don’t worry, it’s mostly much happier than the previous writing I posted here - especially once you get to the end, hehe~

Reblogs are appreciated, but by no means required! Comments should be on, and there’s also a transcript of the document under the readmore!

The sandstorms from earlier in the day had thankfully settled down - the evening was still very warm, but a soft wind drifting through Alba Cavanich made the heat much more pleasant. Behind the inn that rested on Smùide Mountain, the group had taken the opportunity to relax in the local hot springs - Rex and Tora had gone earlier in the evening and appeared much more refreshed for the experience, but now it was the ladies’ bathing slot, and all of them were eager to spend the evening enjoying a relaxing bath together.

Sapphire in particular was not used to the arid conditions on Mor Ardain’s Titan, given that her homeland within Uraya was a much more subdued and watery kingdom, so she also relished the opportunity to try out the hot springs. By the time she had gotten ready, Poppi was already happily playing about in the springs, while Nia had her back to the entrance and only her head was above the water. Finally, Sapphire tentatively poked her head around the corner of the changing room, so that it was all that could be seen from within the baths themselves.

“It’s just us here, right?”

“Yeah, don’t worry!” Nia turned her head to smile, though Sapphire did think she looked somewhat nervous. “The inn seemed pretty much empty when we first got here, so I don’t reckon anyone else’ll be coming in.”

Poppi nodded in agreement. “Probability of interruption from other people very small. Therefore, is perfect time for all to enjoy springs together. The water very nice temperature, even for Poppi!”

“Hang on.. Should you even be in the bath?” Nia had turned back to face the mechanical girl, and was now looking at her with a tilted head to show confusion. “Won’t you rust or something?”

In response, Poppi shook her head and kept smiling, eyes bright as ever. “There no problem. Poppi made from special alloy. No rust or need for oil!” The faint orange glow of her leg joints was visible even through the water, showing that she was kicking them back and forth in her usual manner.

Sapphire smiled at this, only to then jump when she realised Pyra was standing right behind her. Except it wasn’t Pyra - where she expected to see kind red eyes instead lay cold golden ones, and the familiar short bob of red hair was replaced by flowing blonde strands.

“Wh- Mythra?!”

“Yeah?” She looked unamused.

“Sorry, mate, you really startled me there!”

Wanting to give Mythra some space, Sapphire stepped out from behind the entrance to the changing room into the proper springs area, prompting Poppi to look surprised and Nia to turn around because of that. Although she still had a towel around her body, the other girls could now all see several swathes of what looked like very old grazes on Sapphire’s arms and the backs of her legs. They seemed to have healed, yet still appeared somewhat serious.

“Wait, what happened to you?!” Mythra was first to speak up, sounding more worried than she ever really had. Her usual short temper still shone through, however - she seemed almost annoyed for not noticing the injuries beforehand.

“Oh, these?” Sapphire raised her arms halfheartedly, looking somewhat embarrassed. “Don’t worry. These are just left over from.. how I got to Uraya. Don’t worry, most of it’s all healed up by now. So nothing’s going to mess up the water or anything, I promise.”

There was a silence.

“..I guess I never told you guys about that, huh.”

“No, you didn’t. Not that I was awake for, anyway.” said Mythra.

“You don’t ‘ave to tell us if you don’t want to, though.” Nia added. “Only share what you’re comfortable with.”

Sapphire nodded. “Thanks, Nia. Um.. this isn’t exactly the place to go all in-depth about that kind of thing, so, ah.. I’ll just say that, from what I know, my parents and I were on a ship crossing the Cloud Sea when it capsized and got washed into Uraya’s Titan. A bit like you guys did, I guess, though there was.. a lot more of an impact. Honestly, I don’t even know how I managed to stick around long enough for Dad and his mercs to find me on one of their checkups.”

“Oh.. Are you sure you’re okay? That must have been hard..” continued Mythra, still looking worried. There was a flash of glowing energy, and suddenly Pyra was stood in her place, looking even more concerned.

“I’m so sorry for what happened to you, Sapphire! Nobody should have to go through such a horrible thing..”

“Pyra, please, I’m fine! It’s okay!” Sapphire said, a little too suddenly - quickly realising her mistake, she hastily tried to recover: “I- I really appreciate that you care so much, but, I promise I’m fine. Come on, let’s just enjoy the springs together.”

As she turned around to put her towel on the rocks behind her before lowering herself into the blissfully warm water, the true extent of Sapphire’s injuries became clearer - the old grazes were nothing in comparison to the massive streak of half-healed scar tissue covering most of her back and shoulders. Parts of it seemed to somehow reflect the low light from the torches and the glow of Poppi and Pyra’s Core Crystals, as if there were tiny specks of something shiny in there.

Nia’s worried expression had returned. “Saph, that really doesn’t look good.. You sure you’re alright?”

“Yes!” She still seemed slightly on-edge, but being in the water was clearly very relaxing for her. “I already said, it doesn’t really hurt. I’ve had all this for as long as I can remember; it’s just how I am. Trust me, it was a lot worse when I was little.”

“Poppi worried about Sapphire..” said Poppi, sounding sad. The stillness of the water and the glowing lights visible under its surface showed that she wasn’t playing about anymore.

“Aww, it’s okay, Poppi!” Sapphire turned and smiled at her again. “I’m fine, honestly!”

Pyra still wasn’t convinced. “You’d tell us if you weren’t, though, right..?” She crouched down at the side of the water and reached over to take Sapphire’s hand in her own.

“Of course I would, silly. Come on in, the water is amazing..”

This made Pyra feel more at ease, and she happily took the chance to sit next to Sapphire, who in turn was all the more grateful to be able to enjoy Pyra’s natural warmth in close proximity. Another silence then settled, though this one was much more natural, and the girls were able to take the time to properly enjoy the heat of the water and relax in the hot springs.

Eventually, never the quiet one, Poppi had something to say.

“Poppi has question for Nia.”

“Huh?”

“Why does Nia have-?” The artificial Blade’s inquisitive tone was quickly interrupted by none other than Nia herself, who at this point was almost entirely submerged in the water.

“Oh, I know what you’re gonna say, I think. Don’t- don’t worry about it.”

At this point, Mythra returned, automatically shifting away from Sapphire as she turned to face Nia herself. “I had noticed, too. It’s true, then, that you’re..?” She trailed off, not knowing how to properly word her own question.

“Mmm.. yeah.”

Mythra nodded. “Do you want us to keep it a secret?”

“I was.. a little bit embarrassed about all this, but.. Yeah, if you could, that’d be grand. Not like I could hide it here when it’s this dark, anyway. As long as you guys are all okay with me being here, then-”

“Of course, mate!” “Poppi is fine!” “Why wouldn’t we?”

The chorus of reassuring voices brought her an incredible comfort.

“Thanks, guys.”

==========

Later that evening, once everyone had retired to their rooms for the night, Mythra noticed within herself that Pyra seemed nervous.

“Something wrong?”

“What? No! I mean.. We share memories, so you’d know if something was wrong, surely?”

“I guess that’s true. But, you seemed like you were coming to a decision of some kind. And I mean, I don’t really wanna pry if I don’t have to.”

“Haha, thank you for that.. And, you’re right about the decision. So, um, Mythra - what do you think about Sapphire?”

“Uh.. she seems pretty nice? But she isn’t someone you want to make angry, given how mad she was at Malos and Akhos. I wasn’t awake yet for all that time you two spent journeying through Uraya, so this was kind of the first time I’ve gotten to interact with her properly. I can’t say I was expecting you to get into a relationship, but.. You two make a good fit for each other, even if she is a little more energetic than you tend to be.”

“You really think so?”

“Wouldn’t have said it if I didn’t.”

“Ah, I suppose you’re right.. Sorry!”

“Why’d you ask that, anyway?”

“Well, it’s just, um.. It was so great for me to know that she’d be able to come with us after we left Uraya. I know she’s probably still worried about Vandham, but.. if his injuries have really been patched up as well as they seemed to, then he should recover without too much of a problem, right?”

“Yeah, Nia said Dromarch was able to get him stable once I took Obrona out and the ether came back.”

“Right, that was it. And, um.. Since we’ve been here in Mor Ardain, I’ve been thinking about something, and.. after that time we all spent together tonight, and being around her like that, I think I’ve figured it out. Sapphire is the person I really want to be with, for the rest of my life. ..However much longer that even ends up being.

I have no idea how I’m going to go about it, but..

I think I’m going to ask her to marry me.”

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[mortedeveles]

Wrinkles.

Summary: Life can go by in a blink of an eye, and you couldn't agree more as you stare into the mirror, staring at wrinkles that you didn’t have years ago.

Pairing: Pro Hero! Eijirou Kirishima x gn!reader. [DRABBLE]

Themes: hurt comfort, fluff, reassurance.

TW: body appearance issues, aging, insecurities, slightly suggestive and i think 1 curse word 

WORD COUNT: A little bit over 1K!

A/N: what is this? me actually writing a drabble while still having online school in session? :flushed: shocking, i know. anyway, i was studying earlier today when this idea came to me- as a drabble, and now it’s a little over 1K words :’> 

barely read over this, feel free to point out any errors or typos!! i also haven’t written in a hot minute so i hope this is okay!! 

kiri & reader are into their older years (+30-40 yrs old) in this drabble, and they’re married! hope you guys enjoy huehue, pls remember to reblog, comment and like if you enjoyed <33

Wrinkles. You could spot several of them, engraved into your skin and no matter how much you tried to avoid them, they clung to your skin like powder onto a wet surface. 

You sighed, tracing the marks with a finger, feeling your heart plummet with each stroke. God, you were getting old, weren't you? 

Sunlight streamed into the bedroom as you stared at yourself in the vanity mirror, hands pressed flat on the wooden drawer. Behind you, Eijirou moaned lowly, and you heard the kicking of some blankets before he resumed his loud snoring.

It made you smile softly before you mentally groaned. There they are again! You thought with indignation. The moment you smiled, the wrinkles on your face became even more prominent. 

It's been years since you married Kirishima, and it's no hidden truth that both of you are aging; gaining new scars and experiences every day. Even then, you didn't expect to look at yourself in the mirror one day, and suddenly realize that you looked....old. The type of elderly facial features you saw on your aging parents, on your middle-aged aunt, or your grandparents. 

You frowned. You could still remember your high school days, and although you did not have porcelain skin; free of all blemishes- your skin was at least young and lively. Not anymore, you thought sadly. Gone were the days of your lively smile, childish expressions. Whenever you smiled, it was tainted by the wrinkles of time.

A solemn sigh left your lips as you lowered your gaze to the drawer's surface, eyes trailing over the dentures and swirls of the texture of the wood. Caught up in your storm of insecurities of aging, you didn't hear the floor creaked softly as Kirishima left the mattress, and approached you from behind. It was only until you heard his feet dragging on the floor, and his warm and heavy arms wrapping around your waist that you realized he had awoken. 

''Morning,'' you whispered softly. He mumbled, burying his face in the crook of your neck. You smiled and pressed a kiss on his messy red hair. His black roots were starting peaking out, but you merely smiled fondly. Kirishima had never lost his heartfelt and considerate attitude and his appearance had aged like wine; only growing better with years. You were as much in love with him as you were in your teenage years. 

''What are you doing up?'' He murmured into your neck. ''It's our day off.'' 

You smiled, before raising your gaze to the vanity mirror. Kirishima rose his gaze and meet yours in the mirror, his rubies for eyes making your smile widen. 

''I know, but I couldn't sleep anymore,'' you placed your hand on top of his, locked in front of your abdomen. He squeezed you lightly. 

''Somethin' on your mind?'' You chuckled lightly. Somehow, Eijirou always knew whenever you were feeling insecure or melancholic.

 ''Yeah...'' you sighed wistfully, before shaking your head in regret. ''But it's nothing.'' The redhead frowned.

 ''If it's on your mind, then it's something,'' he pressed a kiss on your cheek. ''Talk to me, babe.'' You swallowed a thick lump in your throat, before slightly craning your neck to meet his gaze. 

''Do you...'' you faltered for a few seconds. ''Do you think I look too old?'' Kirishima's eyebrows furrowed with disapproval and his lips slightly parted open.

 ''Of course not, Y/N- what are you talking about?'' 

You sighed. ''My face is all wrinkly now, it's so different and... I don't like how it looks. I feel so...old. I know we're bound to grow old, but for some reason, it's still hard to stomach. The wrinkles look ugly.'' 

He laughed in disbelief, before turning you around to face his gaze. He smiled fondly, hands cupping your cheeks. A few seconds in silence passed by before he spoke up.

''Baby- they don't make you look old, or ugly. I think they're beautiful. Fascinating to look at. It shows that you have lived,'' his eyes gleamed as he spoke earnestly. '’You’ve experienced many things, and lived to tell the tale. Life has blessed you with happiness, and it shows on your laugh lines.'' He paused and softly kissed both your cheeks before continuing. 

''But you have also endured pain,'' he murmured. ''I can see it in the wrinkles of your forehead, and the bags under your eyes, but that doesn't stop me from making love to you, does it now?'' He smiled mischievously and you felt your face grow warm.

''I love it. Because staring at your face is like admiring a beautiful artwork at a museum. Staring at the lines of your life, the good and the bad, and it makes me remember how much I fucking love you. Baby, you've been through hell and more- you've been thrown off your course so many times. And yet, you've kept moving forward, without a glance to the past. You rose when many others remained with the ashes.''

Tears welled up in your eyes as he continued speaking. The words flowing from his lips were a soothing balm to your aching wounds.

‘’I don't care about your wrinkles because I'm not here just to admire your face, I'm here because I love you. I love you, even with all the hardships that we've faced, my love for you has gotten stronger. Every time I see you, your legs tangled with mine while we're in bed, and you're sleeping peacefully, I feel like we're still in our U.A. years, and I'm still the young boy who’s heart would go into a frenzy whenever you even so looked at me.'' You laughed roughly, feeling your throat clog up from all the emotions. Kirishima simply chuckled, before enveloping your hands in his. 

He pressed his forehead against yours, staring at your face with a serene smile. Then, he pressed a soft kiss on your forehead, and you nearly swore to God that his kiss felt like magic; dissipating years of wrinkles of worry and stress. You preened under his touch, eyes fluttering shut. 

''So no, I don't think your wrinkles make you look old or ugly. You're still as beautiful as ever, sweetheart.'' You smiled silently, and Eijirou's lips met yours. They danced slowly, pleasantly, and washed a sense of comfort and familiarity over your entire being. His lips were warm and soft, as were yours. The kiss slowly ended as you opened your eyes, smiling at your husband.

''I love you, Eijirou.'' Your hands were pressed flat against his chest, and he grinned widely in response, sharp fangs on display. He suddenly grabbed you under your legs, hoisting you upwards and you yelped in surprise, legs tightening around his waist.

He stared at you with gleaming eyes, sporting the same crow feet your eyes bore. A single sentence left his lips before they met yours once again, chasing after each other in everlasting bliss. 

 ''I love you more, my love.'' 

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[adrenaline-roulette]

Four Eighths

Pairing: Four x Eight (Reader) Word Count: 8K+ (She’s a doozy!) Warnings: Language, angst, very basic medical procedures *Disclaimer: Hey again guys, so sorry about the delay with this chapter. But I’ll admit, I actually got this posted a lot sooner than I thought I would! So kudos to me I guess? I just want to say a huge thank you to all of those who have been with this story since the beginning, and those who have joined us along the way. This isn’t the end of this story, but I just want to let you all know how much you all mean to me.  And please remember, if you read this story and you like it, give it a like, a comment and maybe even a reblog if you think your followers may like it? I know there isn’t much happening in the 6 Underground fandom these days, but the only way to keep it alive, is if people keep reading and writing for the characters!

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Probably best if you check out the other chapters first..... One, Two, Three, Four, Five, Six, Seven, Eight, Nine, Ten

Chapter Eleven: Don’t let me fall, at least not alone

“Four? Can you hear me?” Billy felt weak, and highly disoriented. His head was spinning, as if he actually was fighting a migraine, unlike the one he was supposed to be faking…. Faking, why was he faking a migraine again? “Four, stay with us!” The voice continued calling out, though why was this person yelling out a number? A name sure, he could understand that. But calling out random numbers? That just served to confuse him more.

“Four, god dammit! Keep your fucking eyes open!” This was a new voice now, one which sounded just as Billy’s eyes had slowly drifted closed against the harsh fluorescent lights above him. How strange, surely these people weren’t addressing him were they?

“Four, please just stay with us a little longer! Five, how are you going with those injections?” The same voice from before was firing orders, her voice holding an edge of fear and concern. Suddenly a shadow appeared above his closed eyes, and carefully he peeled them open, relieved to not be greeted with bright lights, and instead by a shadowed figure. “Billy, please just keep your eyes open for me. You’re going to be fine, I swear.” She was whispering to him, or at least that’s what it sounded like. Though it was hard to be sure, especially as he struggled to keep his eyes from falling shut once more.

How had things turned out like this? The last thing he could recall, was speaking with a woman dressed in white at a reception desk. Then it had all gone blank for him.

*****

You paced around the small living room of the house you had all been calling base for the past few weeks, sucking in deep breath after deep breath, all the while clutching your arms around yourself in a tight embrace. “Nope, I can’t do it. I cannot do this guys!”

Two looked up at you from her gossip magazine, having taken great pleasure in the abundance of French reading material. She was the only one of you in the group to have settled into your temporary accommodation, and was fitting in with the locals perfectly. Rolling her eyes at your outburst, she returned to her reading. It wasn’t that she was being unsupportive, far from it actually. It was just that she had reached her limit of words of support, forty odd minutes ago, at the beginning of your breakdown.

“Yes, you can. You know you can! We’ve been over the plan hundreds of times now, everything is in place. Weapons are stored in the hospital, the Lushnick’s are there, we’ve seen them! Everything is working out according to plan. Four will be on his way to Emergency within a few hours, then it’s all up to us. We can’t leave him.” It was One’s turn to play reassurer this time around, and he was the first to raise Four as if knowing it would get a rise out of you.

You whirl on the spot, eyes growing wide and pupils blown. “I never suggested we leave Four! I ju– I just don’t know if this mission is a good idea is all?”

One sighed, squaring his shoulders before smoothing his hands down his turquoise scrubs. “Eight, if you had one shot, or one opportunity. To seize everything you ever wanted in one moment, would capture it? Or just let it slip?”

You stare at One, blinking slowly as silence fills the room. “Is – Was that Eminem?” You stammer, shaking your head gently, as if to clear the fog which had settled there. Surely you were mistaken, One couldn’t be quoting Lose yourself, right?....

“Does it make it any better or worse knowing this isn’t the first time he’s used that as a motivational speech?” Seven grins, winking at you impishly.

“I think what makes it worse is knowing that no matter what reaction he got last time, he still decided to try it again!”

“Touché, and dude, get yourself a better speech already!” Seven smirks, patting One on the shoulder as he walks by and towards the kitchen. His uniform shirt half buttoned as he goes.

“Why does everyone know that song straight away?” One groans, looking genuinely confused.

“Because it’s the bloody 2020’s! And not to hate on Slim or anything, but for the love of god, replace your ipod shuffle, and listen to some new music. Please!” You plead, as the startling thought of One thinking lose yourself was a new song creeped its way into your mind, causing you to shudder.

Five steps out of the bathroom, a cloud of steam billowing out behind her. Looking like the absolute goddess she is, with her hair wrapped in a fluffy towel, and a robe concealing her, she fixes you with a strong look. “Eight. You are ready for this. Upon our first mission, we were all terrified. But we pulled through, one way or another we did what needed to be done, and look where we are now. I know what you’re feeling, we all do. We’ve all been there, trust me. But the only way this will work, the only way we will be able to get to the Lushnick’s, is if we stick together and work this mission just as we’ve planned. That means all of us. We can’t be a member short, not this time.” Without waiting for your response, Five walks away, closing a bedroom door behind her.

You have no response, no witty retort. Nothing. Not that it would matter, Five wasn’t there to hear it anyway. Chewing on your bottom lip, you turn back to One, who still looked somewhat put out by your ipod comment. “Has anyone seen my uniform?”

*****  

Just after 11am, Billy made his way to the hospital and into the Emergency department, cradling his head between his palms, and groaning in mock agony. His earpiece was safely tucked in his ear, providing him contact with his team. Contact which he had been severely missing these past few weeks. At first it had been bearable, what with your secret texts on your burner phone. But when One had arrived at the safe house, it had been harder to sneak messages, until finally they had ceased all together. But hearing your voice now, ringing through his ears, he felt like he was home. Despite walking into a hospital.

“Genevieve Lushnick is on the move. Last seen leaving Ward 11A.” You advise everyone.

“She finished her rounds in Paediatrics much earlier, not sure where she’s headed now.” Five recalls, the sounds of crying infants in the background of her voice.

“Usually her roster would have her checking on Geriatrics in Ward 7B next. But She’s already been there. That was her second visit of the day.” Seven advises, though he sounds confused. To be fair, so does everyone else. Genevieve was changing up her routine, something she hadn’t done at all during their surveillance of her. So why now?

“Hold on, let me see if I can track her down through the live camera feeds.” You suggest, the sounds of your fingers flying across a keyboard breaking the silence which followed.

Billy’s concentration on the conversation happening in his ear is cut off by a woman dressed in white sat at the Emergency reception desk. A nurse from the looks of her. “Bonjour, comment puis-je vous aider?” She blinks wide amber eyes up at Billy, who stares back confusedly.

“Uh, En-English?” A part of him wants to chastise himself for not learning French for this mission. But knowing he was playing the part of a tourist he allowed himself some leeway in the preparation department.

The nurse smiles further, though the more teeth she shows the more forced it looks. “Of course. How may I help you today sir?”

“I just flew in a few days ago, and I have an awful headache. I’ve never experienced anything like it before. All lights are too bright, I feel weak, my head is pounding, and I feel nauseas.”

“Has this just begun, or is this an ongoing issue?”

“No, it just started this morning. I took a couple of paracetamol to help when I woke up, but they’ve done nothing.”

The nurse nods her head, looking down at her computer, as Billy adds in a groan for effect. Just as the nurse asks for personal details, One appears from the behind the desk. “Goodness, what’s wrong with this man? He looks like death on two legs!”

Billy repeats what he had just told the nurse, with One nodding along, and playing every part the good doctor. “You need to be seated immediately. Someone, bring me a wheelchair!” One calls in the direction of the wardsmen who are stood around the waiting room. “Jennifer, you need to be more familiar with signs of a migraine. This young man, what was your name sir?”

“James.” Billy moans, falling back into the wheelchair once it appears behind him, laying his head back for added effect.

“Yes, James could have collapsed at any moment. Please be more mindful next time.” One warns, a harsh glare in his eyes directed at the young nurse.

“O-of course Doctor Cleavers. It won’t happen again.”

Billy can barley contain his smirk at the sound of One’s alias, covering his attempted chuckle with a well-timed groan.

“Does anyone have eyes on Gregory?” Two whispers harshly into her earpiece, causing Billy to flinch slightly, just as one does the same. Christ, Two needs to keep her tone down!

It’s Three’s turn to respond first now, who sounds quite proud of himself as he speaks. “He’s up in theatres, doing God knows what to God knows who.” The sound of a trolley filled with rattling dishes being pushed, barely making his mumbled voice audible.

One moves around behind Billy, kicking up the brake on the wheelchair, and pushing him towards the swipe pass activated doors, leading to the Emergency treatment area. The deafening silence flowing through both his and Billy’s earpieces cause the two men to glance at each other nervously.

“How long ago did you see Gregory heading to theatres?” You ask, an edge of worry hinting at your tone.

Yet another long pause, until. “During breakfast rounds… I suppose two hours ago, maybe?” Three no longer sounds sure of himself, which sets in a sinking feeling in all those on the team.

“He was scheduled to finish surgery one hour ago. Has anyone seen him this past hour?” You snap back, perhaps more of a bite in your words than you had intended.

“Negative.” Replies One in a quiet voice, while smiling at fellow doctors as he pushed Billy.

“No.” That was Two.

“Nope.” Five now, who had been awfully quiet so far.

“Neither.” Three mumbles, likely feeling as dejected as he sounded.

“Well you know I haven’t.” Billy smirks. It was a risk him speaking to the group like this, but currently with his head tilted back, and staring up at the ceiling as he was being wheeled down a corridor, no one really paid any attention to him.

“I’ve only seen Genevieve. The two haven’t been together all morning sorry.” Seven whispers.

“Fuck me…” You breathe out, slamming your fists down on the desk. “I can’t see either of them on the live feeds!”

Carefully, Billy lifts his head once again, turning over his shoulder to peer up at One, who was frowning and staring dead ahead.  “Is there a problem Doctor Cleavers?” He mumbles, keeping the act up for anyone who may pass.

“There very well may be.” One mutters, only glancing down at Billy for a brief moment.

The two continue down the corridor for another few minutes, the bright clinical lights beginning to bring on a genuine headache for Billy now. Finally, they come to a stop in a large treatment room, multiple beds lining the walls, all encircled by blue curtains. Some had been drawn for patient’s privacy, while others remained opened. In the centre of the room was a large desk where Nurses and Doctors hurried to and from, collecting and depositing various prescriptions and clinical orders. “James, are you able to stand to bring yourself over to the bed?” One asks, raising his voice enough to somewhat put on a show for those nearby.

The temptation to ask One to pick him up is almost too great to pass up, but knowing that somehow it would come back to haunt him, Billy opts for standing himself. “I think I can manage, thank you Doc.” Standing slowly, Billy pivots on the spot, and shuffles over to the bed, hoisting himself up and laying back.

“We’ll need to bring your fluids up, I’m worried about you becoming dehydrated. We’ll need to cannulate you. Have you ever had a cannula before?”  One asks, waving for a nurse to come and assist him.

“No, I don’t think I have.”  

“Not to worry, it’s relatively quick and painless.”

The nurse hurries over, and listens as One fires orders at him, orders which he had picked up from watching medical shows, mostly scrubs…. “We need James on a drip ASAP, get that started now!”

“Right away Doctor Cleavers.” The nurse agrees, before moving off to grab the necessary equipment.

Billy turns his attention to One, raising his eyebrows in concern. “Are you seriously going to stick a needle in me?” He hisses, emerald eyes flashing in fear.

One shrugs lightly, turning away from Billy to keep an eye out for the nurse. “Well, I’m not going to be injecting you. Can’t say the same for the nurse though.”

Billy wants to scream, at no stage during the briefings had there been any mention of him having a needle jabbed into him! Hell, if there had been any discussions of such a thing, he likely would’ve backed out! Perhaps that was why there was no mention? The nurse reappears, and preps his work station, all the while One, or Doctor Cleavers stays around to supervise the proceedings, occasionally chiming in with his theories as to what the cause for his sudden pain could be.

“Four! One! They’re coming!” Your voice breaks through the stinging sensation of the needle, panic flying through Billy’s veins. “The Lushnick’s! I finally found them on the cameras, they’re headed straight for-” Your voice is broken by puffing breaths, and the sound of your feet pounding on the tiles as you sprint from somewhere else in the hospital.

“Emergency.” Billy finishes, as the two people who he had been staring at photographs of for months now, strut into the treatment room, patients and doctors alike parting like the red sea as the couple head towards Billy and One. Four sets of eyes meet, and no member of either team is willing to break concentration.

“We’ve been expecting you.” Genevieve grins, her canine teeth almost too pointed, like fangs brushing against her ruby painted lips.

“Thank you, Eric, you’ve done a wonderful job here.” Gregory turns to the nurse and nods his head, the nurse returning the gesture and leaving the group.

“Eight for Four, come in Four!” Your voice shouts in his ear, causing Billy to flinch away.

“Ah, that must be the rest of your team I take it? Not to worry, we have our people taking care of them as we speak.” Genevieve shrugs, before turning to One. “Seeing as you’re so good at playing Doctor, you’ll be pushing your friend. He won’t be awake much longer. I would hate for him to collapse.”

At these words, Billy shoots up on the bed, his head spinning as he does so. “What the fuck does that mean?”

Genevieve waves him off, her nails painted the same shimmering ruby as her lips. “Surely you don’t expect me to give away our secrets? That’s not how people like us work.”

One steps behind Billy’s bed, and begins driving it forwards, following behind the Lushnick’s with a scowl. Billy could see the wheels in his mind turning, as he tried to formulate a plan of escape, though from every way he looked at it, they were pretty well fucked. He could feel his body growing tired, and his mind becoming clouded and dazed, whatever they had given him, it was taking over his body quickly, and any minute now he would be useless to the team.

*****

Fuck! The entire team had lost the Lushnick’s! How did that even happen? Seven was supposed to be trailing them, he had been doing so every other day perfectly, but what the fuck had gone wrong today? Your fingers fly across the keyboard, frantically switching between all the cameras in the hospital. Some provided a live feed, while others only offered playback, but at this point in time you would take what you could get. Window after window pops open on your monitor, squinting at the slightly pixelated images to try and identify who was being filmed.

“There!” You practically scream, causing one of the guards walking past your office to jump, turning a concerned look your way. “Sorry, just uh – finally got a fly that’s been harassing me all morning.” You blurt out, though with a shrug, the guard walks on, either having bought the lie or not caring enough to question it further. You gaze back at the image on your screen, it was from one of the playback cameras. Both Gregory and Genevieve were spotted seven minutes ago in one of the staff only corridors, leading between the imaging department and emergency. “Seven minutes…. How long does it take to get there?”

“Three! Come in Three!”

“Bloody hell, no need to yell Eight. What is it?”

“On your delivery route, how long does it usually take to get between X-ray and Emergency?”

Three pauses to think, clicking his tongue against the roof of his mouth as he does so. “Roughly twenty minutes.”

“We’re fucked.”

“What? What does that mean?!”

You ignore the frantic questions streaming from Three, the others shortly joining in with their own confusion. But you didn’t have time to address their concerns, right now there was only one thing on your mind. Beating the Lushnick’s to the Emergency room. With your heart hammering in your chest, and breathing coming out in desperate gasps you turn back to your computer, snaking your way into the hospital power grid.

You know how to do this, it’s just like what you did for your museum heist way back when you had met One. But for some reason, your brain can’t seem to summon the image of what you need to do. You could try a keyboard smash now that you’re in the controls, but that could seriously damage literally everything… “Come on, just think dammit.” You snarl at yourself, clasping your hands into fists, and pressing them against your temples.

Eyes springing open, you fix a harsh glare at the blinking screen before you, asking for a password. “Y’all Lushnick’s are fucked.” The password it simple to guess, trust the Lushnick’s to use their fucking last name as a password. They may be smart in what they do, but they sure as hell know nothing about internet security. The screen turns black, with a 3D model of the hospital slowly building itself on your screen. With each scroll of your mouse, the model shifts, and enlarges to a new section of the hospital.  A blinking blue bar in the top left of the screen offers a text space, and going on a hunch, you type in ‘Geriatrics’ and press enter. The model disintegrates into tiny pixels, before rebuilding just the section you had searched. “Brilliant…” You whisper to yourself.

The geriatrics ward of the hospital consisted of one main power source, with a backup which would boot up and provide energy to the most necessary equipment and lights in the event of the main grid failing. “Five for Eight, come in?”

“Eight here, what’s going on?”

“I’m being followed. There’s security blocking off just about every exit on this floor, and no matter where I go, there’s someone behind me, or waiting for me.”

“Has anyone else got this issue?” You call out, eagerly awaiting replies. There’s a resounding yes in response, with the only discrepancy coming from Seven.

“A couple of guards caught up to me in 11B, they’ve brought me along to help catch the infiltrators.”

“So they don’t know you’re a part of this?”

“Seems like it. And from what I gather, they aren’t onto you either…”

“Perfect, Seven stay with your team. There’s about to be a Code Blue in geriatrics. I’ll put the call through to all security to get to the ward, that should give the rest of you time to escape. Rendezvous in Staff corridor D.”

You don’t wait to hear the replies from your team, once again your body working quicker than your mind. Your hands already working on shutting down the power to the Geriatrics ward. You should feel worse than you do, you were putting innocent people’s lives at risk. But the one thing which had been drilled into you from the begging was, the team comes first wherever possible. It was Seven who insisted on this. But who were you to argue with him?

Your eyes are glued to your screen as you watch a warning light appear over the 3D model you had been working with. ‘WARNING! Main power grid will be turned off. WARNING!’ It was rather polite of the system to warn you of the damage you were about to inflict, however the flashing red image did little to stop you. With one final mouse click, a new pop up appeared on your screen. This one somehow even more urgent, despite no red flashing lights. ‘WARNING! Main power grid for geriatrics has now been turned off. Back up system now operating.’ An alarm was blaring throughout your office, warning you and all security who remained nearby of a system failure. “All units. Repeat, all units to Geriatric ward immediately. Power failure. All units report.” You instruct through the P/A system.” Instantly, you watch as two security guards’ race past your office, down the hall and towards the stairwell.

“Five, have they gone? Can you get out?” You ask carefully, keeping your voice low in case of any security stragglers.

“Yeah, they’ve all gone now. Jesus Eight, what kind of a system failure did you make?” You can hear her laughing now, though you know the doctor side of her is genuinely concerned as to what chaos you had caused.

“Nothing that should cause any real harm, but it’s done the trick.” You smirk, locking your computer and stepping out of the office.

You knew the security alert wouldn’t deter the Lushnick’s, hell even if the building was on fire, you doubt they would stray from their current target. But if your calculations were correct, you still had at least five minutes to warn One and Four of their impending arrival. Your heavy combat boots pound against the tiles, sprinting your way towards corridor D, praying the others would already be there, or at least arriving soon. Pressing your index finger against your earpiece, your voice sounding frantic even to you. “Four! One! They’re coming!”. They had time, they had to have time….. But with no response from either, you try again. “The Lushnick’s! I finally found them on the cameras, they’re headed straight for Emergency!”

Nothing, not a single word from Four or One. This wasn’t right, they were supposed to have time still, plenty of time to get out of Emergency and meet you and the team. But as you round the corner to Staff corridor D, there’s no One, and sure as hell no Billy. “Thank God you got here alright!” Five gasps, running over to you and wrapping her arms around you. You had never known her to be much of a hugger, but you suppose high stakes situations like this could change a person. Checking over her shoulder you spot Three, Seven, and Two all talking amongst themselves. “Where’re Four and One?” You ask timidly, stepping away from Five’s embrace slowly, and looking between her and the rest of the team.

No one seems inclined to answer you, which only serves to send a deep chill down your spine, and for a solid mass to feel as if it had been lodged in your throat. Pressing on your earpiece again, you try calling for the two again. “Eight for Four and One, come in both of you.”

There’s again no reply, and your heart feels like it’s being strangled. “I heard some of the guards talking. There was talk of a couple of intruders being found…” Seven begins, his dark eyes meeting yours, with a look which could only be described as true sympathy.

Sharp, electric static echoes through your teams ears, all earpieces but yours going haywire for five seconds, before silence once more. “What the fuck was that?” Three snarls, ripping the piece out and glaring at it between his large fingers.

An all too familiar voice speaks slowly now in your ear, but as you look around you realise this voice was only speaking to you. No one else could hear her. “Well, who do we have here. You’re not the Doctor, I would recognise her voice anywhere. And you’re obviously not the French one, unless you’ve managed to disguise your accent, which I truly doubt. So who are you…”

“I’m not playing any of your sick little games Genevieve. Where is the rest of my team?” You hiss, causing the others to look up and over to you.

“Eight? What’s going on?” Two asks carefully, stepping towards you slowly.

“Who are you talking to? Three asks, lifting his brows up.

“Ah, see. There’s the French one! I knew you had to be someone else! Eight was it? Oh how interesting. So what, did another one of your team die? Is that why you’re here?”

“You have no idea what you’re talking about! I’m not someone’s replacement.”

“Oh aren’t you? Well that just makes this even more special then doesn’t it? Tell me, which one of these charming young men is Four who you seem so concerned about? Is it this ruggishly handsome tall fellow who keeps glaring at me? Or is it the pretty blonde, with the gorgeous green eyes, who’s having a hard time staying awake right now?” It’s an involuntary reaction, but at the mention of Four, your breath catches in your throat, causing a small gasp to escape your lips. “Ah, the blonde it is..”

“What have you done to him? What can’t he stay awake?”

“My my, so many questions! If you didn’t want anything to happen to him, then maybe you shouldn’t have used him a bait silly little girl!”

“Where the fuck is he?”

“I suppose I could tell you, it would be rather enjoyable to see the look on your face as we operate on him, while there’s nothing you can do about it…”

You don’t wait to hear anymore, ripping the earpiece out and throwing it as far down the corridor as possible. “Theatres. The Lushnick’s have Four and One. They’re about to do something to Four.” You gasp out, barely able to catch your breath, as tears prick the backs of your eyes.

“Shhh, Eight it’s going to be fine, I promise.” Five offers, soothing her palm down your back gently.

“Don’t you dare make empty promises.” You growl, shaking her off and racing down the hall, towards the stairwell.

*****  

“What have you given him?” One growls, glaring between both the Lushnick’s and Four who lay on an operating table, barely moving and occasionally groaning. He rattled his arm against the handcuffs which kept him bound to a side railing. He was completely useless, both to himself and to his teammate.

Genevieve turned to him now, regarding him with a cold stare. “I hardly see why that matters now? You can’t do anything to help him, especially not in your current predicament.” She chuckles darkly, before turning her attention back to Gregory. The man barely spoke a word, but the sick sadistic smile which had been growing across his lips these past few minutes, was enough for One to get a better sense of his character.

“At least tell me what you’re going to do to him!” One tries again. He was running out of questions, and by the looks of things, time too. He had hoped he would be able to keep the Lushnick’s occupied long enough for you and the rest of the team to get here, but ever since Genevieve finished her conversation with you, she seemed all the more eager to get this started.

“Well that’s the fun part. Greg doesn’t know yet! Here’s how this works. Greg cuts the patient open, has a bit of a poke and prod around. Takes out what he wants, and then stitches ‘em back up! You never know what will be taken!” Genevieve grins, pressing a red kiss to Gregory’s cheek, who only grins broader.

One has to fight back to urge to both vomit, and throw punches, instead opting to glare at the duo. “You’re both sick, and you’re going to rot in hell once we’re through with you!”

Genevieve waves him off, turning her attention to Four, who was more unconscious than conscious now. Though he occasionally made a slight jolt, or mumbled a quiet sentence. “Should we wait until he is a bit more under before beginning the procedure?”

Gregory turned to her, lifting a brow in curiosity. “And risk the others getting here, before it’s too late for them to rescue him?”

Just as his words die off, a loud crash against the operating theatre door causes both Doctor’s to glance towards the sound. The crash was quickly followed by another, before a gunshot can be heard echoing throughout the circular room, the sound of a heavy body hitting the ground following. “Greg…..” Genevieve whispers, turning to the Doctor, as the double doors slam open. The metallic hingers screeching under the sudden movement.

“Where the fuck is my boyfriend?” You scream, pistol raised, and aimed directly at Genevieve Lushnick.  Seven and Three stand beside you, each holding a gun of their own, with Three aimed at the nurses in the theatre, and Seven poised to fire upon Gregory. Two and Five stand either side of them, aiming at the guards behind them who were writhing on the ground, though they both remained vigilant for any further arrivals.

Gregory lifts a scalpel and hovers it directly above Four’s abdomen, poised and ready to cut. “Ah, you must be Eight.” Genevieve grins, taking a careful step towards you, as Gregory lowers the scalpel closer to Four’s bare skin.

Seven aims at the wall just above where Gregory stands, the bullet ripping a hole in the sterile room, causing Gregory to jump back almost an entire foot. “Don’t even think about trying that again.” Seven hisses, fixing the Doctor with a glare.

“Now now, there will be no need for violence.” Genevieve begins, before taking a look at the guards who were slowly bleeding out in the entry way. “At least, no more violence that is.” She steps forwards again, fixing you with an interested eye. “My goodness you look familiar. Have we met before?”

“I’m positive I would recall meeting someone as wicked and vile as you.” You spit, keeping your pistol trained on your target, your eyes following her every step.

“Hm, yes I suppose so.” You were now engaged in an odd type of dance, Genevieve was slowly circling around you, and you followed her every move, moving in a circle on the spot. “This is where the negotiations begin, I imagine.”

“There will be no negotiations. You tell us what you gave Four, you let him go, and we take you to the authorities who will make sure you both rot in a prison cell for the rest of your sorry lives.”

Genevieve shakes her head no, still walking in her slow circle around you. From an outside perspective, it was that of a lion circling its prey, though to your perspective, you had the upper hand. Or at least, you had the weapon. “No, you see that doesn’t work for us.”

“Fine. You tell us what you gave Four, you let him go, and we kill you both right here, right now.”

Genevieve shakes her head again, looking over to Gregory who was clutching the scalpel for dear life. “Eight, something’s wrong…” One calls, looking over to Four. The young man was beginning to convulse on the operating table. His skin was flushed in tiny pinprick sized red dots, and his chest was rising and falling in rapid laboured breaths.

You chance a glance over to Four, and your heart stops. Something was horrendously wrong. “Five, go check on him!” You screech, turning your full attention back on Genevieve as Five races past you. In a split second, you pocket your gun in the back of your jeans, and lurch forwards, fists griping into the collar of Genevieve’s shirt. You hold the fabric with such ferocity the seams popping in her shirt is almost audible, but your blood is pumping too loudly in your ears for you to hear. “Tell me what you gave him!” You’re practically screaming now, directly in her face, yet Genevieve doesn’t seem phased at all. She was used to outbursts such as this, granted they were typically from a grieving mother or father, and not someone threatening her life, but none the less, it felt like just another day in the office.

“Not until we strike a deal!”

There’s only one thing running through your mind as your eyes lock onto Genevieve’s, the training fight you had had with Three all those months ago. Only this time, there was no one fighting back, you had the power. Your leg steps behind Genevieve’s left, and you sweep out with your entire weight, releasing her collar just as her knees gives way and buckle beneath her weight, and she crumbles to the ground bellow you, her back smacking the hard tiled floor with a crack. Instantly, you’re on top of her, kneeling down against her stomach and pinning her to the ground.

“You bitch!” She shrieks, coughing as she attempts to regain the breath you had knocked out of her, though with almost your entire weight leaning into her now, it was unlikely she would.

“I’m terribly sorry. I guess I lost my footing.” You smirk, pressing your knee harder against her. Causing Genevieve to cry out in pain.

Gregory races forwards, his scalpel dropping to the ground in his haste. “Get off of her!” He calls, wrapping her palms over your shoulders and attempting to tear you away.

Three steps in, shoulder barging him in the stomach and sending the Doctor crashing to the ground beside his wife.

“Guys! I think Four’s having a severe allergic reaction to whatever concoction he was pumped full of!” Five yells, a stethoscope looped around her neck, as her frantic eyes meet yours. “Is he allergic to anything you know of?”

You stare back at Five, your mind going completely blank, you feel like a deer caught in headlights. Surely Four would’ve told you if he had any allergies, right? And perhaps he had done just that, but standing here now, with all hope resting on your shoulders, you couldn’t think of a single thing which may be useful in this situation. Shaking your head, a growing sense of dread filling you, as the rest of the team remain silent. “I- I don’t know….”

“I can give him an Epipen, but I need to know what he’s either had, or what he’s allergic to so I can get him the proper antidote!”

Tearing your eyes away from Five, you look over to One, who not only felt but looked entirely useless, chained to a handrail on the opposite side of the room. Your eyes searching his for an answer. Your mission was to capture the Lushnick’s, and right now, that was exactly what you had done. But if you kept them as they were now, as prisoners, Four could die….. Was that a sacrifice you were willing to make?

All One could offer was a gentle half smile, shrugging his shoulders slightly in his compromising position. He couldn’t offer you an answer, hell you couldn’t even offer yourself an answer….

Carefully, you release some of the pressure from Genevieve’s stomach, just enough for her to look up at you in surprise, blinking wide eyes up at you. “Tell me what you gave him, and we’ll let you both go.” You mutter, fighting back the urge to swallow back your own words.

A wicked smirk unravels over Genevieve’s lips. The kind of smirk which one would associate with a wicked stepmother, or evil queen from a Disney film. “Deal.” You release more pressure from your hold on her, until she can breathe properly once more, and Three steps away from Gregory, giving the man a swift boot to the hip just to make his point. “We gave him a combination of penicillin, general anaesthetic, codeine…” Genevieve stands, as does Gregory, both stepping backwards towards the door. Your team moving out of their way upon looking at you for clarification. No one wanted to move, that much was obvious in the frantic looks the others were throwing your way. But at the same time, they all knew the price they would have to pay if they kept the Lushnick’s as they were now. A price no one was prepared for.

“There was some paracetamol mixed in too….” Genevieve continues. They were at the doorway now, hand in hand, gazing behind themselves to make sure the way was clear. “Hm, what else?”

“Gosh, I just can’t recall.” Gregory shrugs, an evil smirk crawling its way over his lips. His eyes glowing with malice. “I simply have no idea what ese they’re may have been!” He calls with enthusiasm, before both pivot on the spot, racing from the theatre.

“I’ll fucking kill you!” You shriek, your sight going red as you sprint after them down the corridor, pulling your gun out as you give chase. Genevieve looks at you over her shoulder as they reach the stairwell, regarding you with a look of familiarity.

“Eight! Eight, it’s not worth it!” Two yells from the doorway, watching you with a deep concern. She knew what you were capable of, your whole team did, but not the Lushnick’s. And from the looks of things, they didn’t care either. You stop halfway down the corridor, releasing the safety on your pistol and firing three shots at the door Gregory hand his hand pressed against. He jumps backwards in shock, glaring back at you, pure fury masking his features.

“Yes Eight, listen to your friend. She seems to be the brains of this group. We wouldn’t want you getting hurt now would we?” Genevieve snarls, baring too many teeth to be considered even remotely friendly.

Aiming the pistol once more, you line up your sights, finger hovering over the trigger. One shot, that’s all it would take. A bullet to the middle of Genevieve’s forehead would kill her instantly, and Gregory would have no choice but to surrender. “Are you going to kill me? Shall I say hello to Kellie when I see her?”

You stare at Genevieve, her words ringing through your ears, and sending a jolt of shockwaves straight down your spine. In that moment of hesitation, the Lushnick’s push through the stairwell door, and flee.

You’re paralysed on the spot, staring after where the Lushnick’s had stood moments ago. They recognised you. They knew who you were and why you wanted revenge. But how? It had been years since you last saw them, you had been a child! Surely you looked different now from back then? But they knew you! They remembered Kellie… A gun shot rings down the corridor, the sound of metal clanging to the tiled floor following directly after.

“Eight! What happened?” One yells, now free of his handcuffs, and jogging down the corridor to meet you. You hadn’t moved. Still stood with your arms raised, and gun pointed to where Genevieve had stood.

“They – They knew me.” You gulp, putting the pistol away with shaking hands, and turning to look up at One. Tears were brimming in your eyes, though you refused to let them fall. At least not yet.

“What? But how?”

“I don’t know! That’s the fucking problem.” You hiss, storming away from One back towards the theatre. Once back, chaos surrounded Four, with everyone racing around him handing various different equipment and medications to Five, as she prepped some kind of antidote perhaps. “How’s he doing?”

Five looks up at you, regarding you with a careful mix of sympathy and hope. “The EpiPen gave him enough adrenaline to wake up again, though he’s extraordinarily groggy. Now I’m just tyring to figure out exactly what to give him to counteract the other shit that’s pumping through him.”

You nod your head in thanks, knowing you would find the time to thank Five properly once all of this was over. “What can I do to help?”

“We need to try and keep him awake, he keeps coming in and out of consciousness.” Three replies, as he passes Five a vile of clear liquid.

“Four? Can you hear me?” You ask carefully, stepping over to him and squeezing his hand tightly. His warm fingers curl around yours in reply, before falling limp against your palm.

“He’s out again! Wake him up!” Five yells to those in the room.

“Four, stay with us!” You plead, pressing a soft kiss against his knuckles. To hell with anyone seeing the act of intimacy, if One wanted to give you shit for it, he could do so when you were all in the clear. Though checking the room, you can’t find One or Two for that matter, they must still be in the corridor where you had left them?

Slowly, Four blinked his eyes open, frantic emerald flickering around the room and searching for something, or someone. Just as his eyes landed on yours, they fell shut again, and his body spasmed once more.

“Four, god dammit! Keep your fucking eyes open!” It was Seven yelling this time, his voice booming above all other noises in the vast room.

“Four, please just stay with us a little longer! Five, how are you going with those injections?” You can hear the tears in your voice as you beg for him to open his eyes again, but they remain closed. Turning to look at Five, she looks frazzled. Her hair which had started in a neat, slicked back bun, was now hanging loose down her back, and was wild with frizz. She looks up at you, not quite in a glare, but with enough ferocity behind the look that you know better than to bother her anymore.

Leaning down, you card your fingers through Four’s blonde curls, brushing away a few stray locks which were plastered to his forehead with sweat. Barely more than a slit, his eyes open and stare directly up at you. “Billy, please just keep your eyes open for me. You’re going to be fine, I swear.”

Three looks over at you, his ears perking up at the use of his teammates real name. It was one thing to use names in privacy back home. But during a mission, however failed that mission may be, now that was new. Shaking his head, he spots One and Two heading over, but with grim looks on their faces. “What’s the plan?” Two asks, her eyes locking with Three’s.

“There isn’t one, not really. We just need to keep him awake.” Five sighs. “I think I know what to give him to help, but I want him awake when I administer it. If it works correctly then it should knock him out for a bit. If he’s already unconscious when I give it to him, then I won’t know if it’s doing more harm than good.”

One turns his attention over to you now, lifting one brow as you meet his gaze. “Any idea what will keep him awake?”

You pause, clutching Four’s hand tightly, and staring blankly at One. “Trivia. He loves random trivia facts!” You blurt out after a beat of pause. All eyes turn to you in surprise, no one quite knowing how to respond to this information. You shrug lightly, averting your gaze from One’s. “We play a lot of trivial pursuit back at base.”

Seven is the first to break the silence, though not to mock you as you had thought would be the case. Instead, he looks down at Four. “Hey mate, did you know high heels were originally invented for men. Imagine Three chasing down the Lushnick’s in stilettos.” He laughs, which causes Four to stir slightly, his eyes opening just a tad.

“Fuck, you’re right. That did work.” One blinks in surprise, running a hand through his short hair.

“Of course it did. I know Four, I know what works on him.” You mutter quietly.

Without looking up, Five smirks to herself. “You sure do kid.”

There’s no fighting the embarrassment which claws within you. Perhaps now wasn’t the time to be making suggestive comments… “Alright, keep ‘em coming guys!”

“Um okay…. Uh, Canada has more lakes than anywhere in the world.” Seven offers unsurely.

“Those greedy fucks….” Four moans, causing everyone to pause, before laughing quietly. Good, his sense of humour was still intact, that’s surely a good sign!

Two steps closer, and looks down at Four in deep concentration, before leaning back slightly. “David Bowie, he did not in fact have two different coloured eyes. One of his pupils was permanently dilated after he was punched in the eye during an argument over a girl.”

“Bugger me, really?” Five pipes up, both brows raised in surprise. “I always thought he had one blue and one brown eye.” She shrugs, priming a syringe carefully.

Slowly, Four was waking up. Granted he wasn’t exactly moving very much, but his eyes were opening, and he was grinning somewhat at the facts that were being thrown at him.

Staring down at Billy, something pops into your mind, a fact which you had learnt years ago at school but never shared with anyone else. “Okay, here’s one for you. Madonna’s like a prayer, is actually not about praying, it’s about giving someone a blowjob!”

Silence follows, and you swear you could hear crickets chirping. “Why the fuck is that something you know?” Four groans quietly, his eyes searching all over your face, before finally meeting your own.

“Shit, I don’t know… I also didn’t think that would be the fact that would wake you up the most! I was hoping someone else would say something after me!” You grumble through a grin.

“Nothing could possibly beat that fact.” Four chuckles weakly, squeezing your hand as tightly as he could muster.

Five turns around, holding a full syringe in her right hand, and a sterile swab in the other. “Glad you’re awake. What I’m about to give you however, is going to send you right back to sleep. Sorry about that. But I assure you, next time you wake up, you’re going to feel amazing.” She grins, ripping open the swab, and swiping it over the inside of his elbow.

For the second time that day, Four winces in pain as a needle plunges through his skin. Squeezing his eyes shut against both the sight of the injection, and the stinging pain. Whatever Five had given him was fast acting, and soon enough Four finds it nearly impossible to reopen his eyes now that he’s closed them.

“Move him into the wheelchair there, it’ll be easier than carrying him out of here.” You suggest, pointing to the blue cushioned wheelchair in the corner of the room.

One, Three and Seven all nod their agreement, and move around the operating table, getting into position to lift Four. “Count of three…. One, two, three.” Three instructs, as the men lift Four who simply groans in protest. You watch his limp body be carried across the room, your heart aching at the sight. ‘It could be worse… He’s just asleep.’ You repeat to yourself, once again fighting back the tears which had remained ever present at the corners of your eyes.

Three pushes the wheelchair as you all follow in a daze. Your mind felt as if it were a million miles away from the current situation. For the briefest of moments, you had genuinely considered murdering Genevieve. Never once had you thought yourself capable of doing such a thing. But yet, there you had been. Gun poised, and trigger finger rearing to go. If it hadn’t of been for her words, then she would be dead…

The escape route was an easy one, especially with security still trying to figure out what had gone wrong on the geriatrics ward still. Swiping the keys to an ambulance at the docking bay, you load Four inside the back with Five to monitor him. One drives, Three and Two sitting beside him up the front. While you and Seven sit quietly in the back. Occasionally your focus returns to Four, but mostly you stare out of the back windows, watching as traffic zips around you. You nearly killed someone today… What sort of a person were you becoming? And did you even like the person you were turning into?

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“I Can't Help it if I’m this In Love with You” | A Knight!Denki x Princess!Reader

Summary: Having to keep your forbidden love a secret, every night your knight in shining armor comes and visits you to shower you with love and kisses. Only at nights like these do your statuses and power not matter, both seeing each other as equals. With his embraces filled with love, you don't want to remove yourself from his arms tonight.

Word Count: 1418

Genre: Fluff

Warning: Only a heated make out session

AN: This fan fiction is dedicated to @strwbrry-lia​, hope you love this fan fiction I made for you! And please don't forget to like and reblog this fic, I would appreciate it very much if you guys did, enjoy! ^^

As I lay on my Queen sized bed, the music box plays a relaxing melody while I entertain myself with a book. Since I am unable to fall asleep, amusing myself for a little bit more wouldn't hurt. A loud knock echoes in my bedroom, mostly at times like these my father would check up on me for bedtime, I opened my doors to be faced with my father, already in his night wear.

“Darling, why aren't you asleep yet? It's past your curfew already.” he asked in a softer and quieter tone, aware of others already asleep.“Sorry Father, I can't exactly sleep. Please let me stay up just a bit longer?” I pleaded at him, giving him puppy dog eyes, as per usual he couldn't resist. “Alright alright, but be in bed soon, okay?” he kisses my forehead before resigning to sleep with mother.

I shut the door behind me and rushed back to my bed “Alright, you can come out now, he’s gone.” I laughed as something emerged under my bed, his light giggles making my heart flutter. He rests his head at the end of the bed “He came in earlier than expected. Anyways, you're looking as radiant as ever my sunshine~” with that cheeky grin I threw a pillow at his face “You goof, come here.” I welcomed him into my arms as he pounced immediately like a puppy seeking attention. He snuggled near my neck, breathing in my scent “Hm, your smell always fills me with joy.” he hums in delight.

He’s always so adorable when we’re alone. It surprises me how stoic and confident he acts when he’s on duty but melts like a marshmallow when it’s only us. It makes my heart do back flips when he shows his vulnerable side to only me.

I racked my fingers on his blonde locks, soothing some of his tangled hair. He suddenly sat up and faced me “So, honey. Care to tell me how your day went?” With an adorable yet cheeky grin plastered on his face, I pinched it slightly making him wine, I giggled before replying “It’s been well, for the most part it's just the usual errands I run on the daily.” I said, a frown suddenly appeared on his face, confusing me. “So does that mean you've met another potential suitor?” His voice low and filled with sadness. His head shifts slightly down, furrowing his eyebrows.

“Oh no, Denki, don't be like that. Come here, baby.” With my arms open once more I began to brush though his hair, assuring and comforting him, pulling him closer as I only felt his comforting  warmth. “Yes, I in fact met another potential suitor, and I wish I could have a say on the subject. But alas, Father wouldn't let me reason with him.” His strong arms wrap around my waist, making us even closer, with his face inches close to my ear. We bask in the comforting silence, only the sounds of the wind  making noises. Denki and I share many moments just like these, just enjoying each other's company without a word coming out of our mouths. We know well enough that we have a forbidden love, yet that never stopped us from seeing each other each and every night.

Finally, Denki broke the silence “I fear..” he mumbles out, half of his sentence unclear to me. “I fear losing you, Princess. I love you too much to let you go, and it hurts to see that not everyone knows that you're mine.” removing himself from my neck, he stares back at me with a serious look on his face while clutching my hands and brings them closer to his lips “I’m serious about you, Princess. I wouldn't go down without a fight to be with you, I want you to know that.” he crashes his lips onto the back of my hand, leaving a certain warmth on the spot.

My eyes widen as my heart and stomach begin to flutter to the heavens, with my cheeks burning red he keeps his gaze towards me. I gulped, the atmosphere getting a little heated as my heart is beating profoundly. As he places one hand on my cheek and the other on the bed frame, as if caging me. Even without his hands around me, his gaze is enough to paralyze me in place.

“D-Denki…” I said, breathless. Our intense eyes linger at the other, the urge to touch and caress him was oh so strong, yet why do I persist to hold myself back, when I know full well that the night is only meant for the both of us. Whatever secret or scandalous action we may commit tonight, it will all be sealed under the bright moon light. “Kiss me.” I commanded him under my breath, with his hands lingering on the more intimate places. He smirked, aware of the effect he has on me “Anything for you, my princess.”  

As he finally closed the gap between us, our lips collided in a passionate kiss. I sigh in content, as I melt when his hands caress the back of my head, pushing his lips further with mine. I was startled when I felt his teeth bite my lower lip, adding in an electrifying pleasure throughout my body. A moan escapes suit when he licks my swollen bottom lip, while a low chuckle can be heard from Kaminar ``Enjoying it princess?” He swipes his thumb on my lip seductively as he enchants me further to give in to my desires. Breathless, only a sigh escaped me as I inched my forehead to his, closing my eyes while I catch my breath “How in the world, do you manage to always take my breath away?”

Only silence can be heard at first, then a giggle follows. Cupping both of my cheeks, still resting our foreheads together as we soak in each other’s presence “You think you’re the only one feeling that way? If only words were enough for me to convey what I feel. I swear, you’ve always had that effect on me.” As he swipes away the strands of hair behind my ear, he gives me one final kiss on lips, this time less heated than the last. Oh no, this one was filled with nothing but pure intent and innocence, again, as I lost count, I melted on his lips.

Why is it that whenever I’m with him, the world seems to stop? As if we were the only ones living in that very moment. Is this the effect of truly falling in love? If that’s the case, then I’m more than happy to fall in love with this mischievous yet chivalrous knight.

“Can I stay the night here? I promise I’ll behave and I’ll leave as soon as the sun rises. Don’t want your parents knowing their precious princess is actually a rebel hehe” he teased, I only slapped his shoulder away as I laughed “Even if I said no, I know you’ll find ways to persuade me, my brave knight~” This time, it’s my turn to tease him, with his face slightly pink I felt as if I won at that very moment. He only grumbled, stating how using that nickname wasn’t fair, I only rolled my eyes as I pulled him closer to the bed sheets “Oh shush you, just sleep beside me tonight. You’re better when you aren’t babbling about.” Another grumble came out but then turned to a contented sigh as he snuggled further on my chest.

We both know that at some point, the sun will rise once again. Then, we’ll be back to our normal lives. But who is to say whe should always abide by the rules? Why can’t we live like this, content and happy? Was it so wrong? I will never truly  understand. Whatever we both may face, I will always be right here beside him, beside my knight in shining armor.

#kaminari fluff #bnha kaminari #kaminari x y/n #kaminari x reader #Kaminari denki x reader #AU #bnha fluff #Knight!Kaminari x Princess!Reader #denki x reader

[saeyoungs-sunflower]

Would You Rather... (V’s Birthday!)

HAPPY BIRTHDAY, JIHYUN!💙 This was done in haste, so I know it’s not much and it’s pretty rough haha. Writing has been...difficult lately, but I just wanted to get something out for our favourite mint man’s birthday. I hope you enjoy it anyway!

Tomorrow I’m gonna be reading and reblogging a bunch of Jihyun birthday/Jihyun week fics. I’m behind on my reading hehe, but I’m too tired tonight and I gotta focus on all the wonderful writing. So prepare for the Jihyun spam tomorrow ;)

Word count: ~ 1000

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“Okay okay okay,” MC snorted, the wine in her glass sloshing dangerously close to the rim as she adjusted her position on the couch, “it’s your turn.”

Jihyun chuckled in return, his cheeks starting to ache from grinning. Not that he noticed nor cared in the slightest, “Would you rather...have a cat or a dog?”

“Jihyun, that’s so boring!”

“I don’t know what to ask!”

“Just whatever! What do you wanna know about me?”

He nudged her knee with his, his smile growing wider than he thought possible, “Do I not know everything already?”

“Absolutely not. There’s always more to learn about a person through a game of ‘Would You Rather’.”

“Hmm…” Jihyun sat back, eyeing MC with curiosity. “Okay, would you rather be able to stop time or rewind it?”

“THERE WE GO! GOOD question,” she beamed, sitting up straight and crossing her legs, much like an excited child eager to tell a story, “I think rewind time, because then you can relive all your best moments however many times you like!”

Jihyun sipped his wine, the one Jumin had generously gifted him during their earlier celebrations. He was genuinely intrigued by her response, “Would that not make those moments less special if you go over them again and again?”

“I don’t think so, not if they’re your very best memories. Those never get duller, no matter what.”

“Interesting, I think I would choose the ability to stop time.”

“Oh really? How come?”

Jihyun leant back, wondering how seriously she wanted him to answer. By the chin propped on her palm and her unwavering eye contact, he decided to give her a wholly honest answer. “I find that time often goes too fast, and I just want to pause it every now and then so a moment doesn’t slip away. Like today, where on earth has the time gone? When we were all sitting together, laughing and eating and singing in some cases.”

MC chuckled at the memory of Saeyoung and Yoosung singing ‘happy birthday’ - or screaming, rather -  at the top of their lungs, as Zen and Jaehee watched on in horror. Jumin and MC quietly laughed at their antics, just as she caught Jihyun’s eye. He was glowing, beaming. Not just because it was his birthday, but because he got to be with those he cherished most. His joy was palpable.

“I just didn’t want it to end,” Jihyun continued, “and I’ve been having more of those moments lately...they never used to happen before.”

“Don’t you think that if those moments are becoming more frequent, it’s a sign of many more to come? So really, that sense of joy that you feel in those times aren’t actually slipping through your fingers, but are actually always in your grasp?”

He enveloped her hand with his, giving it a light squeeze as the corners of his mouth lifted, “You’re right. As long as I have you, love, then I don’t have anything to worry about.”

A comfortable silence fell on the room, both of them enjoying the quiet after a wonderful but fatiguing day. Drowsiness started to creep up on Jihyun, caused by both the celebrations and the wine in his hand. His eyelids fell shut and his muscles became heavy as he brought his glass to his lips, savouring the taste of the last drops of Merlot...

“Would you rather have finger-sized nipples or nipple-sized fingers?”

...Only to spit it out again. He was suddenly grateful that the floors weren’t carpet.

The previously soundless home was instantly filled with laughter; full-bellied, unfettered laughter. MC clutched her stomach as tears fell freely down her cheeks, and Jihyun couldn’t help but just watch. Here they both were, all giggly and tipsy, with such a genuine and extreme fondness for life. She was right, he didn’t want time to stop at that moment. He wanted to create a life where moments like this were never short in supply.

“Sorry sorry hold-hold on,” she squeaked, grabbing a tissue from the coffee table and climbing onto her boyfriend, reaching for his face which was currently dripping crimson, “let me get that for you, sir.”

“You’re out of control, you know that?” Though he couldn’t hide his enjoyment. It was written all over his face.

“Absolutely, but you love me for it.”

He scooped her up, the squeal that escaped her lips making his laughter double. Wrapping his arms around her form as her head lay on his chest, Jihyun kissed the top of her head and let out a sigh, appreciating the way she snuggled into him.

“I love you for everything you are. Thank you for making today so special.”

“You’re always welcome, my darling. I love you. Just promise you won’t stop time if given the chance?”

Jihyun chortled and nuzzled her hair, “I would never. I still have so many adventures to go on with you.”

MC lifted her head and planted a soft but enthusiastic kiss on his mouth, letting the taste of red wine and the feel of his plush lips on hers consume her senses. Everything about him was so soft, so warm. As she pulled away, she marvelled at the way his blushed cheeks contrasted his hair. He was a work of art, in both his looks and his soul.

“I can’t wait, Jihyun.” She resumed her place on his torso and let her eyelids flutter shut, “And don’t be afraid of time flying. Fly with it.”

Her words replayed in his head as he drifted into the realm of sleep, the light of his life in his arms and the weight of her on his body acting as the perfect reminder that she was there. No matter how much time seemed to slip by, she was a constant, and that was enough to ease his fretful mind.

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Not my best, I know haha, but I wanted to give Jihyun some birthday love! Thank you for reading, have a wonderful day🦋💙

#jihyun's birthday! #RFA birthdays #jihyun x mc #jihyun kim #v x mc #mm v #my writing

[terrm9]

In My Veins (Ethan Ramsey X MC)

The final chapter of Already Gone series is here! Thank you for everyone who decided to give the series a shot, thank you for all your likes and comments and reblogs! I have two one shot sequels planned already and then bunch of random one shots abour Ethan and Chiara, which might ot might not correspond with Already Gone storyline - but that’s not relevant now. Enjoy the chapter!

I honestly think this can be easily read even without reading previous chapters.

Words count: 3 800

Warnings: slightest hint of angst, but mostly this is just fluff

——– IN MY VEINS ——

Chiara’s day has been downright frustrating so far. She was dealing with two patients – one of them being an absolute pain in the ass and the other, on the other hand, sweet fourteen years old which she had troubles diagnosing – and besides that, Ethan has been to New York for three days and she missed his reassuring smiles while walking down the corridors.

Just get through today and you’ll be fine. He will be back by the evening and you will see him tomorrow morning.

She was tired and angry with the PITA and also angry with herself for not being able to diagnose Leah.

All of those draining emotions and thoughts made her curse under her breath when she was paged by the nurses’ station, which didn’t go unnoticed by Sienna and Jackie which were walking by at the moment.

“Uh-oh, Dr. Ray, such nasty word coming from such pretty mouth?”

“Shut up Sienna or she will find a brand new nasty word for you” Jackie stopped her, grinning. “What made you so irritated, Chiara?”

Chiara sighed, pinching the bridge of her nose as she kept walking to the nurses’ station.

“The day has literally just began and I already feel like punching something. Or someone.”

“You resemble Ramsey too much Chiara,” Jackie chuckled. “You are even grumpier than Zaid today.”

At that, Chiara had to laugh and as she finally approached the station, she felt at least a little bit lighter.

“I’ve been paged,” she said to Danny, noticing that the station was unusually full this morning, crowded with fellow resident, interns and even few attendings.

“Yeah, this came for you. The courier just dropped it off,” he smiled as he reached for a bouquet behind the counter.

Chiara’s mouth fell wide open at the sigh of huge bouquet full of sunflowers. The air was filled with ‘oooh’s’ and ‘wooow’s’ coming from mouths of women around Chiara and there was also one ‘hmm someone’s getting laid tonight’ coming from a surgeon resident Chiara didn’t really know.

“What does the note say?” Sienna couldn’t help but ask curiously, glancing over Chiara’s shoulder.

Cheeks flushed in bright red color, Chiara opened the note with the trembling hands.

‘Vincent Van Gogh once said that he finds comfort in contemplating the sunflowers. I find comfort in contemplating you’ -J

She smiled to herself, knowing very well who the flowers came from – there was only one person knowing about her obsession with Van Gogh, just as there was only one person to sign the note with ‘J’.

Her spirits were immediately lifted, however the hot blush on her cheeks and her neck didn’t seem to be disappearing.

“Do you know who sent them?” Stephanie asked from behind the desk.

“Chiara you never told us you had a boyfriend!” Danny exclaimed brightly.

“Right, Chiara, you never told us! Who could that be?” Jackie grinned, making Chiara blush even deeper, if that was even possible.

She kept staring down at the flowers in her hands, trying to neglect the excited whispers suddenly surrounding her.

How was the whole nurses’ station talking about her secret boyfriend all at once?

“What is going on in here?” The deep voice she knew so well cut through the vibrant buzz.

Chiara’s head snapped to the direction of the voice and it took her all her acting abilities to pretend to be simply surprised and nothing else. Not happy, not excited, just surprised.

Like a deer in a spotlight, she froze on the spot and with wide eyes kept searching the familiar and oh so handsome face she missed so much.

His blue eyes found her face in the middle of the crowd and for the moment so brief she almost missed it, his stare softened the way it always did just for her and there was the tiniest hint of radiant sparks she adored so much. Before anyone else could notice the affectionate exchange of their stares, Ethan’s gaze hardened and he cleared his throat.

“Dr. Ramsey! We didn’t expect to see you until tomorrow,” Stephanie smiled brightly at him.

“My job in New York was done earlier than expected,” he shrugged, oblivious to Stephanie’s attempt of flirting. “I asked what is going on in here?”

“Dr. Ray got this splendid bouquet from a secret admirer,” Sienna smiled all too knowingly at Ethan, which – far better at acting than Chiara – simply raised an eyebrow.

“Congratulations,” he replied dryly. “However the last time I checked this was a hospital, not a high-school corridor. Now quit the gossiping and get back to work.”

Chiara noticed some doctors to roll their eyes and heard one of the nurses to whisper: “And everything is back to normal now.”

She chuckled and turned around to put the flowers into the locker room, entirely aware of the fact that she would be paged into the diagnostics office within the next few minutes.

˜

“You have really outdone yourself with the grand arrival, Dr. Ramsey,” Chiara grinned as she stepped into his office and made sure that they were alone. “How much calculating needed to be done in spite of pulling this trick?”

“Believe it or not, Rookie, it was an absolute coincidence. I have had the flowers delivery arranged even before I left to New York and I didn’t think that I would be able to come back earlier until this morning. But it indeed worked out to my satisfaction,” he laughed softly, standing up from the chair behind this desk. Quickly checking the corridor behind the glass door, he wrapped Chiara in his arms and lightly kissed the top of her head.

“Thank you for the flowers. I would never believe that you are such a romantic soul.”

As they found their way to the grey couch in the corner of the room, Ethan replied with his brows furrowed: “I prefer ‘gentleman’ over ‘romantic soul’, but whatever serves you is okay by me, I suppose.”

“Gentleman, huh?”

“Ever since I was a little kid, my father was very insisting on raising me into polite gentleman. Saying thank you, please, greeting others, that was necessary part of my childhood. And then when I got older, he has taught me everything about being a true gentleman – opening the door, kissing the back of woman’s hand when she introduced herself, bringing flowers, all those things were a natural part of growing up for me.”

“You never kissed the back of my hand when I introduced myself.”

“First, your hands were covered in blood when we introduced ourselves, if I remember it correctly. And second, I don’t do those things anymore. After several experiences when my gentleman behavior has been misread as flirting, I stopped performing it. Unless I am interested in actual flirting with the woman, of course.”

“So you are saying that you want to flirt with me?” Chiara asked with a teasing smirk on her face.

Amused, Ethan simply shook his head and as he was about to ask her if she would like some coffee, her pager’s loud beep broke the comfortable silence surrounding them.

“Oh, Leah’s results. I’ll go pick them up and I’ll be right back, I might need your opinion on this case.”

Without a second glance, she left the room. Ethan stretched his legs and rubbed his tired eyes, cursing himself for going to the hospital straight from the airport when he could be sleeping in his bed now.

But again, Chiara was at the hospital, so how could he be anywhere else?

She brought him much more comfort than his bed could ever provide, anyway.

Not wanting to waste his time, he got back to the chair and started to catch up with all the paperwork that has been loyally waiting on the desk for his return.

He got so consumed by the work that he hardly noticed Chiara’s arrival, if it wasn’t for her furious murmuring as she flipped through the pages of her patient’s file.

“There must be something missing… white cells normal… what am I not seeing… negative, negative, negative, urgh, FUCK ME!” she threw her head back as she all but shouted those last two words.

“Happily,” Ethan replied without missing a beat, now even glancing up from his paperwork. “Although I am afraid that now and here is not the right time nor the place.”

“Seriously, Ramsey?” she turned to him, fire burning in her eyes, her cheeks flushed – was it flush of frustration or the one of lust? “Now you are joking?”

“I am sorry but passing such opportunity would be a sin,” he grinned at her and waved at the file in her hand, gesturing for her to come closer. “Show me what got you so heated.”

˜

Several days later, Chiara and Ethan were walking by the river, enjoying one of those few precious moments when they have both had their day off.

The April weather has been rather nice this year, however the water in the Charles River was still so cold that Ethan couldn’t help but mutter “those crazy idiots” every time he noticed someone in it.

Finding the spot where they could talk hidden from the curious eyes of others, they sat down and for a long moment stared at the sparkles the sun was creating at the water surface.

“I am happy, Chiara. I am happy with you,” Ethan broke the silence and wrapped his arm around Chiara’s waist, pulling her closer to him.

She nodded and smiled gently at his words without saying anything, knowing that Ethan didn’t expect her to say it back.

From time to time, he felt the urge to express how he felt at the moment and all Chiara needed to do was to listen and acknowledge his feelings. He already knew she was happy with him, because unlike him, Chiara has never had problems with expressing how she felt.

After long minutes spent in comfortable, peaceful, pleasant silence, Chiara stood up and grabbing her purse, she said: “I noticed the truck serving coffee just around here, I’ll grab us some, okay?”

“Sure. I’ll be right here.”

As he promised, Ethan didn’t even move from the place they found, waiting for Chiara to return.

However, after more than forty minutes, he became rather worried about her. It was only after he heard the sirens when he grabbed everything from the ground and decided to find her, his steps quicker than they would normally be.

The ambulance was parked near the river and he noticed paramedics examining a little boy, his mother crying next to him. And behind them, Chiara sitting in the ambulance, wrapped in the blanket.

With his breath quicker, his vision blurred and hands trembling, he ran those last few meters.

“What the fuck, Rookie?” he called as he approached her. “What happened?”

“I was about to order when I heard a woman’s scream and when I turned around, I noticed a little kid in the river,” she explained, her lower lip trembling from the cold. “I jumped into the water and pulled him out.”

“Are you crazy? You could’ve drown!”

As she opened her mouth to fight him, he was sure, the paramedic interrupted them, checking Chiara’s pressure again.

“It seems to be okay, miss, but we should still take you to the hospital. Just to be sure you will be completely okay.”

“I said I am fine, thank you. Just focus on the boy.”

“We really should take you.”

“I am a doctor at Edenbrook,” Ethan stepped in. “I will take her there and examine her.”

“I am sorry but who are you, sir? Do you know him, Ms. Ray?”

“Yeah, he is my…uh…well, we are-“

“I am her boyfriend and I am taking her to Edenbrook now. Just take care of the kid,” Ethan said with the tone that left no room for further discussion.

He grabbed Chiara’s hand, not caring about anyone seeing them and pulled her towards his building, thankful that it was so close to the park. Without giving her a chance to tell or do anything, he went straight to the parking garage of the building and into his car.

“You could’ve just checked me at your place,” Chiara shrugged as Ethan switched the engine on.

“I’ll examine you at the hospital,” Ethan replied without as much as glancing at her, his voice cold as ice.

“My boyfriend, yeah?” she smiled, hoping that it would break the tension between them.

“It’s not the right time for teasing, Chiara. What were you even thinking? You could’ve both died!”

“But we didn’t. I can swim, Ethan, I really can. Someone had to help the poor kid.”

“Yes, exactly, someone! Not you. Anyone else could have done that.”

Chiara sighed, wrapping herself tighter into the blanket, the wet, cold clothes causing her to shiver.

Ethan wanted to yell at her, to continue his monologue about how dangerous that was and irresponsible and that there was no need to pull such Aveiro stunts, but noticing how much she kept shivering, all he brought himself to do was switch the heating on.

As they parked outside the hospital, he asked: “Do you have some spare clothes in the locker?”

Chiara nodded, already getting out of the car and he told her to come to his office once she is in dry and warm clothes.

Ethan was pacing through his office when she entered, trying to scatter his anger and fear by some physical activity, which proved to be absolutely worthless when he glanced at her and saw the stubborn expression on her face.

“You acted absolutely recklessly, Chiara.”

“I couldn’t let the four year old kid drown.”

“There were other people!”

“Well, nobody else jumped into the water, so I guess it had to be me. I am absolutely fine, Ethan. This is unnecessary.”

“I will be the one to evaluate if you are or are not fine.”

Letting his emotions go for a while, so that he could do his job, he once again checked Chiara’s pressure, listened to her breathing, measured her temperature and only after he made sure that she, indeed, was absolutely fine, he let out a long breath of relief.

“You will stay at my place tonight, in case something goes wrong. I need to check on you.”

“I would stay with you tonight anyway, Dr. Ramsey. No need to cause such drama for something as stupid as me getting into the cold water.”

“Damnit Chiara,” he muttered but decided not to cause another scene at the hospital ground.

Without saying another word, they both left the office, not giving a damn about their colleagues that wondered why would they both be at work on their day off.

The car ride back to Ethan’s place was quiet and tense and so were the minutes that followed after they’ve gotten into the apartment.

Not wanting to ruin the rest of their day, Chiara approached Ethan – who has been pacing around his living room now – and said: “Okay, Ethan. I think you are overreacting, but still – I am sorry I got you worried today.”

“Worried? Worried? I was scared! When I saw you in the ambulance, I was scared to death, Chiara!”

His voice was raising, which only sparked more flames in Chiara’s eyes. She didn’t want to fight with him, but she would not let anyone shout at her, not even Ethan Ramsey.

“Okay, you really need to calm down-“

“No. No, no, no,” he interrupted her, his voice rising once again. “You don’t get to tell me to calm down, Chiara. Because it was not me in a car accident, it was you. It was not me lying on the operating table, it was you. But it was me who stared at the door to the O.R. for hours and hours, waiting for Emery to come out and tell me that you are dead. It was me who spent 40 hours sitting next to you after the surgery, afraid of closing my eyes for even a second because I believed that you would die and I would have my eyes closed at the moment! It was me who held your hand while you were in come, not the other way around. I was the one calling your mother to tell her that she should fly to Boston because you might not survive this, not you calling my father. You were never close to losing me, Chiara, you have no idea how it feels to look at your motionless body, at your closed eyes and believing that I would never see you moving again! So no, I am sorry but it’s not your place to tell me to calm down, Chiara Ray, because every time you don’t pick up your phone for a longer while, every time you leave the town with your friends, every time you attend a party or a concert now, every single time my chest literally hurts of fear. I am so fucking scared every time we are not together, because when we are not together, I can’t save you and I wouldn’t get through losing you.”

He took a deep breath, trying to calm himself down like Chiara asked him to, but the lump in his throat was too big and the anger mixed with dread made him shout even more.

"I can’t lose you, Chiara, don’t you fucking get it? I can’t live this life without you in it, because I care about you, because I need you, because goddamnit I love you and-“

He stopped abruptly, realizing what he had just said.

The silence that filled the room was heavier than all the shouts before.

Chiara and Ethan stared at each other, their eyes wide, expression shocked, Ethan’s hands trembling by his sides.

“What has just happened?” Chiara whispered at last.

“I don’t… I mean, I never… That was absolutely unintentional,” Ethan breathed out at last.

He fell on the couch behind him and with grave feeling in her chest, Chiara followed and sat down next to him.

“So you didn’t mean it? What you said?”

Ethan’s shocked expression turned into something more than just shock at that question, something resembling guilt and pain.

“No. I mean, yes, I did mean it. But meaning it and expressing it – no, saying it – are two absolutely different things.”

Chiara softly reached for his hand and a wave of relief washed over her when he interlaced their fingers together and squeezed her hand back.

“Do you remember the last time you said those words?” she asked quietly.

“I do. Very well, actually,” he let out a humorless laugh and to Chiara’s surprise decided to tell her.

“One day, I was eleven, I came home from school and my mother was home, which was surprising because usually she would come home in the evening. She hugged me as I stepped in and asked me if I needed any help with my homework. The truth was that I never really needed their help with homework, but if there is one thing I have to admit about my mother, it was the fact that she was – maybe still is – an algebra genius. Real genius, I mean. And ever since I can remember, I have always loved to watch her talk about it or explain something to me, because it would bring those beautiful sparkles into her eyes. You know, those that people only have when they talk about their deepest passions. And so I told her that I actually did need help with algebra and for the next hour, I would just observe her eyes, because they were so full of light. And after we were done with it, she asked me if I would like an ice cream and I was so happy to spend some time with her that I agreed, even though I never really liked ice cream. So we went to get the ice cream and she would tell me all the algebra jokes and we would laugh so hard the tears kept streaming down our faces. On our walk back home, I told her ‘I love you so much, mum’ and she said ‘and I love you, my little E.J., more than you could ever imagine’.”

He tried to subtly hide his face, but Chiara noticed the tears streaming down his cheeks and with all the gentleness she could find, she wiped them away.

Ethan cleared his throat to finish the story.

“The next day, she left us. And for months, maybe even years after that, I kept asking myself if she decided to spend all that time with me because she knew that she would leave us? Or maybe she wanted to spend some time with me to help herself decide if she wanted to stay with us or leave – and it that case, what should I have done better to make her believe that she wanted to stay? Or was the ‘I love you’ too much for her to hear and it scared her so much that she’d rather leave? I never found the answers. But I swore to myself back then that I would never say those words again.”

“And you never did? To anyone? Your dad, Naveen, anyone?” Chiara whispered.

Ethan simply shook his head and pulled her into his lap, wrapping his arms around her more tightly than he ever did.

“Please, tell me you won’t leave me tomorrow, Chiara,” he whispered into her hair.

“I promise I won’t leave you, Ethan.”

They hugged each other, letting their tears stream down their faces, Ethan’s into Chiara’s hair and Chiara’s into Ethan’s shirt.

At the moment, their hearts were shattered and at the same time, they were being healed.

“So you do?” Chiara asked with a light smile after a while. “You know, uhm…you do the L word me?”

“I do love you, Chiara, yes,” he chuckled at her uncertainty of using the word love. “And you? Do you ‘the L word’ me?”

“Of course I love you. I have already told you once.”

He kissed her at those words, pouring all his broken and freshly healed heart into the kiss, brushing her lips with his with such care, such softness it made her feel like if it was the first time they kissed.

“But you don’t get to scare me like this anymore, Rookie. I could’ve gone into cardiac arrest,” he said as they parted.

“You are not that old.”

“Young people can go into cardiac arrests too and I am sure that as a doctor, you know that. Promise me you won’t do anything this stupid.”

“I can promise you to try to avoid such situations, but nothing more,” she shrugged. “However, I can also promise you that you can punish me anyhow you want if I do something stupid,” she added, devilish smirk on her face.

Ethan’s eyes darkened immediately and his breath hitched in his throat before muttering into her ear: “Oh, is that so? Maybe I should start right now then.”

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Do You Understand?

Chapter 6/9 - Link to MasterList in reblog

Summary: One apology down... A very pleasant change of pace

Tw: Unhealthy thinking. This chapter is much lighter.

Connor held Nines’ hand in a grip that was almost afraid that Nines would suddenly let go as if it were the worst thing in the world. Nines never mentioned this. The only thing Nines asked further was for Connor to lead them to his apartment, saying something about how he would like to have this talk with him where he felt safe. Connor didn’t mention that it would no longer be safe with Nines there. In fact, he went back to his self assigned silence. Nines didn’t seem to mind just rambling about what was on his mind as if he was happy to just be there with Connor gently swinging their hands. 

The only moment Connor interrupted was when they got closer to his apartment and tugged on Nines’ hand to have him stop. When he was met with a questioning tilt of Nines’ head, Connor grabbed his beanie from a pocket in his large coat and started putting it on single handedly. Nines misunderstood and tried to let go of Connor’s hand as if he was assuming Connor needed both, but Connor quickly tightened his grip so he wouldn’t leave him. He instead started tapping his finger against his temple where the LED now remained hidden under the dark blue fabric. Having figured it out, Nines maneuvered his way with one hand to take the hood of his jacket and pull it over to try and hide his face as much as possible. (Even though his blinding neon coat would make him the center of attention in seconds anyways). When Connor nodded in satisfaction did they begin moving again towards the building once more. 

They didn’t really run into anyone, thankfully, given it was just past midday, and Connor was returning to his apartment way earlier than usual. Connor was leading this time. He didn’t know why he wasn’t just refusing to take them any further or even why he said his address in the first place. He got the apartment specifically to ignore everyone with. It was supposed to be his hide away spot after all. Maybe he was still in that weird system space from earlier, but he felt pretty self aware right now, his processing running smoothly. Today was just weird and hasn’t made any sense. It wasn’t necessarily bad, but it most certainly is confusing him. 

A quick pocket digging and turning of a key and Connor was pulling Nines into his apartment, closing and locking the door behind out of habit. If Nines took note of the behavior, Connor ignored it as he refused to look at the android next to him since they got to the building. Nines went back to leading and brought them to the dinky IKEA couch, it was one of those weird L bracket types, it was also a nice dull bluish grey, most of the items he got were that color. He would have gotten plain blue but he felt it was too strong compared to the lavender curtains- Focus Connor. He blinked himself out of his thoughts and realized they were already sitting down and Nines was looking at him patiently, he already put his hood back down too. Oh yeah he had to explain whatever the hell happened back there he’s assuming. He removed his own beanie and started fidgeting with it while thinking of what to say and do. He kept his gaze to the side away from emotional blue eyes. It seemed Nines was taking the time to listen to what Connor was going through, but that didn’t mean Connor trusted him in any sense of the word. They still ignored and accused him of various things for months. 

“Please don’t lie to me, Connor,” was spoken to him so quietly. Sure, Connor was planning on lying, but he didn’t like it being noted before he even did it. Why was Nines even being so gentle with him, shouldn’t he be upset with him? Connor dented a table, almost broke a door, and aggressively ignored the other for the past 2 almost 3 months. Maybe Connor was being too defensive. Too guarded. It was showing because Nines smiled at him to his lips.

“You were right, Con,” that definitely caught Connor’s attention, “We never took the time to ask you how you were feeling. We assumed you were doing just fine because we never tried to look deeper into how you expressed your own feelings.” 

Connor intently stared at him looking for any sense of a lie. He guessed there was one benefit to Nines being a far more open book than him.

“I should have known better. I knew that your model had trouble expressing in the first place. I also knew you didn’t like outwardly sharing your emotions and didn’t even try to learn how to interact with you. 

“I hurt you, Con. I hurt you in a way that I can never take back and I am deeply sorry for not having seen it sooner. But I can’t change what I… what we did to you, so I want to make an effort now. I want to be there for you and take the time to… understand… who you are,” Nines hesitated on that word, but it only made Connor tense up this time surprisingly enough. Maybe it was the way Nines looked so genuinely sorry while talking, or how Nines’ hand tightened around his as if to give (comfort) support. 

He seemed serious. Like he genuinely wanted to hear what Connor had to say finally instead of brushing him off. Connor wanted that anger to come back right now, to justify him shutting Nines out again, to throw him out of his apartment and never look back, but he couldn’t. He kept ignoring it but that void inside him lessened a bit hearing Nines’ apology. He didn’t want to admit to himself that even with the anger, he genuinely missed having his friends to talk to. To hang out with that could distract him from his worst thoughts. He wouldn’t forgive the others no. They had to apologize themselves, but Nines.. Nines seemed like a good place to start. He worried Nines would just go back on his word, he always worried about that, but Connor couldn’t ignore this internal ache any longer. He hated having to confront his emotions, quite annoying. 

With a slow nod of acceptance, he felt the cold gaze he’d been sporting for months start to ease up a bit. Only for Nines he knew, but it eased nonetheless. Nines gave him such a blinding smile. It made him realize he also honestly missed seeing him look so happy. Nines had only mustered awkward, sad smiles ever since Connor hard blocked everyone. That jealousy still flickered as always, but he didn’t want it ruining the moment so another ignore was placed.

“May I give you a hug?” was asked, catching Connor again by surprise. He nodded without hesitation, it’s been forever since he got a hug and those were so rare in the first place. Instantly, two arms circled around him and pulled him close to a shirt that had so many colors they gave Hank’s a run for their money. The effect of the hug was instant as he practically slumped against the other. His arms weakly clung to the back of Nines’ shirt as he let himself soak in the embrace. A voice in the back of his head started saying how weak and pitiful he was being, clinging so childishly to another like this, but the comfort of it all washed those words away. He didn’t expect himself to feel so safe here. He hadn’t realized just how desperate he was for some sort of comforting touch after so long. 

They stayed like that, hugging on the couch for some time until Connor awkwardly let go. He didn’t truly want to, but he was sure that he had gone beyond what was socially acceptable in hugging time as is. He didn’t look at Nines for a second or two trying to reel in his thoughts to begin explaining. 

“Yes… What happened today has happened.. Before,” he began going back to fidgeting with his forgotten beanie, “But it’s never happened while I was at work. That was a new development.”

“Do you know why?”

“I’m not fairly certain. It began when I moved into this apartment. Hank had called me asking where I was. He said something that made me react… very negatively and I suddenly found myself almost drifting off and losing time. When it happened then, I was overwhelmed, but I kept finding myself drifting off again even when nothing was actively bothering me,” he wasn’t sure what he should omit in his retelling, Nines most likely needed to know all that he could to help him. Yet, he found himself still hesitating on sharing anything too personal. He knows Nines is making attempts here to help, but he still can’t just trust him. 

Nines seemed to hesitate a bit, “What do you mean by actively bothering you, Con?” 

Connor went back to staying quiet, not ready to admit the depths of his emotional distress especially when it was a bit inflicted from his own actions. If he admitted to that, then he was admitting to being wrong and messing up. He can’t just admit to failure like that. (Not with the blocked garden looming in his systems).

Nines didn’t push, for now he guessed, and instead changed topics. 

-

For the rest of the day they talked about whatever and Connor even chuckled once. He felt significantly lighter while spending time with Nines. He even noticed how Nines was being more almost receptive to him. Before he was always nice but it was stilted, unsure if what he said landed well with Connor. It felt more natural this time, he felt more lively and responded to Connor’s dry jokes and sass. Only Hank knew how to truly conversate with him prior (sometimes Connor didn’t get Hank’s jokes, but Hank never took it to heart nor teased him too harshly about it. It was a nice change of pace). 

Overall, despite how weird the day was, it was.. Good, yes good. After bidding Nines goodnight, he even had the lowest number of recall “nightmares” in months.

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