#but area around the chair will be a bit harder to get through for awhile I think
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Stream Character Relaxing
Summary: After a stream, Philza and Phil meet up outside of the SMP. Literally.
A head cannon, I have is that Philza will pop out once in awhile to see his Irl self, don’t know why.
Notes:
Irl! Phil will be known as Phil
C!Phil will be known as Philza.
Tickle fic! Click off if you don’t like it!
Relationship is entirely platonic! Don’t tag as ship fic!
T/W: Swearing
“Alright, Chat! I’ll see you all later!” Phil smiled, as the chat expressed their excitement for the next stream. Turning off his stream camera. Stretching in his chair, his back would thank him later, taking off his headphones and setting them on the desk.
“Well that was fun!” A sudden voice nearly made the 34 year old jumped. But he calmed down, relaxing and looked over at the avian hybrid, wearing a green white striped bucket hat and green kimono. The red hardcore heart tied around his neck.
“Apologies didn’t mean to scare you.” Philza stared at Phil with a grin, who smiled back.
“Gods…” Phil stretched and flopped back on the bed Philza was on, yawning. “Do you ever get tired?”
“Phil, I’m the character version of you. Of course I do.” Philza nonchalantly responded. Phil looked up, noticing how his character wings, twitched a bit, and the discomfort of Philza.
“You look erm…stressed, you want me to try and preen a bit?” Phil asked awkwardly. Philza blinked, never thought he would hear that before.
“Uh, just be careful.” Philza opened his wings lightly. Wincing a bit as his left one was twitching and wrapped up in a bandage, clearly a bit old since L’manburgs explosion. Carefully Phil took it off, it unraveled, quickly showing a few broken feathers sticking out, the wing began flapping uncontrollably. But Philza winced and whimpered the more it moved.
Phil’s heart nearly broke, the streamer knew it was his character after all, that he created him to be like that but, he didn’t know that it would hit him that hard, he didn’t want Philza to hurt himself.
“Okay, I’ll take care of you’re right wing then try to fix you’re left one later.” Phil stated as Philza nodded.
“Thanks…”
Phil began picking out a few old feathers from the avians back, before taking his hands and lightly traced around the black feathers. Making sure to be careful as possible.
Philza chirps echoed a bit through the room, despite it being light, giggles squeaked through as well. Phil struggled a bit with certain areas, that came a bit harder when he started at the base of his creation wings.
Philza back arched up, a few giggles slipping out. Phil stopped for a bit, before a small smile appeared on his face.
“Sorry Philza, forgot you are ticklish there.”
Philza rolled his eyes. Trying his hardest to stay still. Phil was done in know time on his wings, but he wasn’t done yet. Phil knew one way to calm him down.
Phil scribbled across Philza’s sides, the avian immediately arched his back.
“Ack! Phihihihil! Nohot therehehehe!” Philza squeaked, thrashing a bit to get out of his grasp.
“Oh no you don’t!” Phil tutted, placing his hands around the crowfather and quickly pulled him back, quickly running his nails into Philza’s stomach, smiling at the giggles he got.
“Ehehehehe!” Philza chirped, squirming. “Shihihihihit!!!”
“Daw! Ticklish much?” Phil cooed.
“Yeheheheah!”
Phil lightly traced his fingers up into his neck. Philza lost it, melting down and resting his head on Phil’s chest.
“Heh, you remind me of my position when Kristen got me on stream.” Phil chuckled to himself. Chuckling at the enduring chirps that he got, eventually Phil stopped, allowing his character to sit up and breath.
“Thanks…I needed that…” Philza smiled, ruffling his wings, Phil luckily managed to fix his left one, his wings just needed a bit more time to heal in order for him to fly again.
For a few minutes it was quiet, the pair just talking. That is until a question sprung upon Philza’s mind.
“Phil?”
“Hm?”
“Are you ticklish?”
Phil perked his head up, butterfly’s in his stomach already. “Why?”
“You got me, mate.” Philza replied. “It’s fair that I get you back.”
Phil, got a bit flustered at that comment. He has been tickled a few times by Kristen before, even on stream. “Y-yeah, only on certain places is where it’s bad.” Phil admitted.
Philza smiled. “May I ask where?”
Damn Phil’s heart for being soft. “Erm, neck, sides…I guess the same spots as you, minus the wings of course…and er…I have a ticklish back…”
Philza stepped a bit closer. Sitting on top of Phil’s legs. “Do you mind?”
Phil blinked a few, if it kept the two of them relaxed, he was okay with it. Plus he’s had a long day. Phil pressed his back against the pillow. “Just stop…the second I ask…”
Philza smiled, putting a hand on Phil’s shoulder. “Of course, mate.”
Philza sat on top of Phil’s legs, the ironic part about all of this is that his IRL self was taller than him by about an inch. So this was gonna be fun.
“Ready?” Philza asked, Phil nodded, a wobbly smile already on his face.
Philza immediately scribbled his nails into Phil’s neck. Phil squeaked and bursted into giggles.
“Awe! You have the cutest laugh, mate!” Philza smiled, scribbling the nails across his creator’s neck.
“Nohohohoho!!! I Dohohohoho! Nahahahahat!!!” Phil giggled, shaking his head side to side, to try and hide from the sensations fluttering over his skin.
“You do, and you’re not afraid to show it!” Philza cooed, placing one of his wings and moving it across his neck.
“Ehehehehe! Nohot the fehehehethers!” Phil squeaked, attempting to swat them away with his hands.
Not working really well as Philza scribbling his nails into Phil’s sides, squeezing the black dress shirt quickly.
“GAHAHAHA! NOHOHOHO!!!” Phil cackled, bringing his hand back on the bed sheets, throwing his head back as he laughed.
Phil’s laughter echoed the room, with him squirming a bit which Philza didn’t allow, due to his neck and side being tickled constantly to make him crash right back down.
Eventually, Philza stopped allowing him to take a breather. Phil taking deep breaths of air, he was a giggly mess already.
“Ready for round two?” Philza asked, sitting down still on Phil’s legs, his hands on the black shirt. Phil nodded. Philza grabbing the shirt and waited for Phil’s approval. Phil nodded and inhaled.
Phil felt something soft stir around his stomach, right near his ribs and began snickering, covering his mouth with his hands, to prevent anything slipping out.
“Naw, come on mate! I wanna see that smile!” Philza teased, moving his wings around Phil’s stomach, poking around his naval. “You gotta let yourself laugh more!”
A few muffled laughter escaped, at least that’s what Philza could hear behind Phil’s hands.
“I think someone is gonna break~” Philza teased, moving the black wings a bit faster. “Awwww is someone feather sensitive~”
Phil kept his hands around his mouth, a small smile on his face. “Nohohoho! Teheheheheasing!” He said muffled from behind his hands.
“Nawww! Come on! I wanna hear you giggle!” Philza smirked and moved his hands towards Phil’s sides. “Hey Phil?”
Phil looked up, a bit confused. But still kept his mouth shut.
Until the skittering of feathers on his ribs.
“Tktktktktktktktktktk!” Philza teased, as Phil immedidly removed his hands to try and get away.
Too late.
Phil bursted out into high pitch squeals as Philza’s wings scribbled across his top ribs. Philza’s hands moving across his lower ribs amplified the sensations.
“NOHOHOHO!!! EHEHEHEHEHAHAHA NOHOT THEREHEHE!!!” Phil’s bubbly hard laughter broke through, as he squirmed around.
“And the dam breaks!” Philza smirked, smiling at the enduring laughter that came out.
“SHUHUHUHUT!” Phil cackled, before feeling a small poke to his naval. “HAHAHAHAHA!”
“EHEHEHEHE! NOHOHOHO ITITS THIHIHICKLY!!!” Phil cackled, a series of snorts bursting out in between as he arched his back up as he layed on the bed.
“Damn, and I thought snorting was Techno’s thing!” Philza cooed, lightly tracing his wings around each bone of Phil’s ribs, wiggling the feathers in between. “You’re really sensitive mate!”
“YOUHOHOHOU! AREHEHE-OHOHONE TOHOHO TAHAHAHALK!!!” Phil wheezed a bit from how much he laughed, attempting to push Philza back didnt help either.
“Rude.” Philza smirked. Pulling out his wings from his ribs and tickling behind Phil’s ears. Phil melting a bit into light high pitched bubbly giggles.
“Ghehehe! Ititititit tichehehekles!”
“It’s supposed to!”
“Hehehehahaha!” Phil giggled, attempting to swat the feathers away, only for them to move faster.
Eventually Philza stopped, removing his wings. Lightly scribbling behind Phil’s ears with his nails to calm him down.
“Gohohohod yohohohour mean!” Phil chuckled, either from the ear tickles or from being tickled was unclear.
“I don’t know, you weren’t saying stop yet.”
“Shuhuhuush you.”
Philza got off of Phil’s legs. Sitting to the right side of him. “You good?”
Phil nodded, sitting up a bit. Philza held down Phil’s legs, placing a hand on his thigh. Given the fact Phil did a sharp inhale. This was gonna be good. Philza scribbled his nails across his thighs.
“NAHAHAHAHA!!!!” Phil squealed. Becoming more with the bed every second, hiccups peppering in.
“Someone has got ticklish legs? How adorable.” Philza cooed, squeezing his thighs a few more times. Noticing how Phil kicked his legs out a bit.
“ShuhUHuhuhut up!” Phil’s laughter went up an octave. “I’ll fuhuhuhucking khihihil yohohohohou fohohor thihihis!!!”
That sentence meant to be a threat, but it was filled with no malice, just bubbly laughter from the streamer.
The thigh tickling lasted much longer than Phil thought, by then he was a giggly mess on the bed, small snorts peppering in.
“Do you mind flipping over Phil?” Philza asked. “Or do you want me to do it for you?”
Phil chuckled a bit. “Yeah, hang on.”
Phil rolled onto his stomach, his face was red at this rate, resting his head on folded arms. His blush turned darker when he felt weight on his lower back. “Gohohds.” He burrows his face into his hands.
“That bad huh?” Philza asked.
“Y’know how bad your wings are?”
“Yeah.”
“Triple it mate.”
“Wow.” Philza smiled, a bit amazed at the information. “You really trust me.”
“Unfortunately.” Phil sarcastically remarked, before giggling as Philza scribbled across behind his neck. “Hehehey! I wahahahahs kihihihiding!!!”
“I know, I just wanted to tease you a bit.”
Philza traced lightly across Phil’s back. Phil squeaked and began lightly giggling, melting to the gentle touch, giggling lightly into his arms, a red blush right on his face.
“Hehehe!!!” Phil chuckled, Philza noticed and smiled.
“Oh wow, you really giggle here.”
“Yeheheah…itit reheheally tihihihickles!”
“Well that be the point mate!” Philza smirked, going back and forth on his upper and lower body.
“Ehehehehahaha!!! I knohohow-thihihickles! It-itit thihihickles!-Hehehe!!! Hahahaha!!!” Phil melted into the light tickling the avian gave him, small snorts escaping his mouth with a small hiccup that would slip out at points.
“You are adorable, no wonder why Kristin married you!” Philza teased, tracing his feathers across his skin, which tensed up in response.
“Shihihihihihit! Yohohou Fuhuhuhuhucking-Hahahaha!”
“Awww! Your so giggly!” Philza cooed, tracing small circles into his upper back, watching as Phil squirmed around, giggling and laughing out curses.
It’s been awhile for Phil since his back has been tickled, Kristin would get into tickle fights with him constantly when they first hanged out. And she would always go to that spot.
Phil thinks it’s a werid one he didn’t know he had, guess sitting on a chair playing Hardcore does something. He could just relax but not prepare for what happened next.
“GAHAHAHA!!! OHOH GOHOHOHOD PHILZA NOHOHOHO!!!!” Phil screamed, as Philza scribbled across his back. Phil squirming around banging his fist onto the bed.
“Jesus, you weren’t kidding.” Philza chuckled, surprised, slowing down a tiny bit.
“GAHAHAHA YAHAHAHA THIHIHINK!!!” Phil squealed, snorts and giggles peppering in.
Philza placed his hands near Phil’s hips squeezing them rapidly, while his wings moved around Phil’s back.
Phil let out a high pitch scream, tears peaking out of his eyes. His laughter came back hard, along with the thrashing. Phil was completely lost in his laughter, from both the squeezing and feathers, he couldn’t handle feathers, and then Philza blew a raspberry right into his spine.
“STOP! STAHP STOPOPOP!!! PHILZA PLEASEHEHEHE!!!” Phil screamed, deep belly laughter and hiccups he couldn’t control escaping from his mouth.
Philza stopped immediately, rubbing Phil’s back as an attempt to soothe the tingling in his system right now. Phil, being a giggly mess on top of the bed.
“Apologies, didn’t know how bad that was for you.” Philza stated, mussing around Phil’s neck and ears while he still can.
“Kristin lohohohoves using it against mehehe during streams.” Phil giggled, relaxing as Philza traced behind his ears. “The chat thinks it’s cute when she does it.”
“Indeed.” Philza smiled, continuing to trace behind the skin, smiling lightly with a small coo at his creators giggling. “You like your ears being tickled huh?”
“Shuhuhut up. Hehehe! Mahahate it tickles!” Phil giggled, leaning his head into Philza’s hand, his fingers lightly tracing across the back of his ears.
“Well, that’s the point.” Philza smiled, Phil practically melting, leaning his head into Philza’s ticklish touch, his giggling being light, bubbly and squeaky. “It feels good though right?”
“Yeheheheheah…Ehehehehehe! Hahahaha!”
It lasted a few more minutes, Phil looked like he was going to fall asleep any minute, as he leaned into Philza’s chest, the hybrid continuing to tickle his ears, even moving to trace his back, Phil’s eyes fluttered closed a bit, giggling.
Philza slowed down, tracing Phil’s neck and his back, moving Phil down to lay down on the bed, covering him up with a blanket, Phil giggling when the avian touched his belly and side.
Philza got up and off the bed, leaving his creator a giggly mess. “Well I better head back to the SMP, see ya around Phil.”
“See ya, mate.” Phil commented in a tired voice and in a poof of smoke, the avian hybrid was gone.
Phil sighed and layed down comfortable on the bed, trying to ignore the tingling on his body. He fell asleep after a stream, feeling relaxed. And was sure hoping, knowing his character was as well, in his own ways.
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NSFW Alphabet
ft. technoblade
concept: a collection of my own personal nsfw headcanons for techno, one for each letter of the alphabet
@saturnsstufff ‘s discord saw it first ;)
A = Aftercare
I like the idea that techno actually gets very clingy after sex. He’ll get up and grab a glass of water or a towel if either of you need it, but if he’s able to, he’ll stay glued to your side the whole time. Even if he won’t admit it, he needs to have that intimacy after sex. He loves the feeling of your body pressed against his as you both cool down. Usually, his hands will be absentmindedly drawing patterns over your skin
B = Body part
Kind of an oddly specific one, but he loves your shoulders. He loves to casually rest his chin on them as he holds you from behind, and bury his face in the crook of your neck as he presses heated kisses on your pulse point. He also considers the way a person carries their shoulders to be an indication of their strength, and how could he see anything but strength in you.
He hadn’t put much thought into his own body before meeting you. He’s learned to love parts of himself because of you. Particularly his scars. They way you gently run your fingers across the rough surface of them, in both intimate and casual settings, made him crave the touch. Now when he looks at them, he thinks of your hands moving across his skin
C = Cum
Fun fact: pigs have 30 minute orgasms
Early on in your sexual relationship, he was very embarrassed by just how much of it there always was. But once you started praising him for it, that became a very different story. He started to take pride in how well he could completely fill you up without even trying
D = Dirty Secret
He would probably never admit it to you, but it’s become a habit of his to think about the last time he had sex with you during battles. He starts to make sure you two always have sex the night before a big fight, so his mind can wander back to it during the haze of battle. He’s not sure if it’s a coping mechanism or what but it certainly helps
E = Experience
You are his first ever sexual partner, but somehow he just.... already knows what he’s doing?? He’s very nervous and considerate the first time, but he does everything perfectly. Once you tell him that, he’s very happy and secretly a bit proud of himself
F = Favourite Position
He loooves to have you in his lap. Either facing him, back to chest, it doesn’t matter. He’ll do everything with you in his lap. Cockwarming, fingering, thigh riding, anything you and him are physically able to do in that position
G = Goofy
He’s usually a bit more on the serious side. Sometimes the two of you will quip at each other during foreplay, but once he gets going, it’s all business. In the moment, he likes to treat is as something special (doesn’t mean he won’t tease you about things after the fact)
H = Hair
He likes to keep himself clean-shaven most of the time. When he’s relaxed and doesn’t have to go to any public events for a long period of time, he’ll let a small amount of stubble grow on his chin. You can always tell when he slacks off on it, cause the stubble on his face brushes roughly against your skin as he kisses down your body...
he doesn’t really shave much below the neck, but he keeps it clean and trims occasionally
I = Intimacy
He’s surprisingly romantic when he wants to be. It’s definitely a side of him only you’re allowed to see. Alone together in his bed, he’ll whisper sweet nothings to you as he slowly draws you to your climax. Even when he’s speaking the most lewd and naughty things to you, he somehow makes them sound affectionate and full of love
J = Jack Off
He loves to watch you masturbate. The first time was a complete accident. He came home late one night to find you curled up with his blankets, breathing heavily as you massaged yourself over your underwear. It wasn’t long before you noticed him in the doorway and jumped, worthlessly attempting to hide what you were doing. He wasn’t sure if it was the blush on your face or the fact that the blanket you chose to cover yourself in was his cape but something urged him to sit on the edge of the bed, still in his armor, and ask you to continue. It was beautiful to simply sit there and watch
K = Kink
He’s a little bit possessive. He loves to mark you in subtle ways so you always remember that you’re his. Especially if you’re going on a trip without him. He’ll drape you in gold jewelry and leave a hickey just out of sight on your neck for good measure. The part that he loves the most about it though, is that you know exactly what he’s doing and show off his signs of possession with pride
L = Location
He prefers to keep most of your sexual acts to the area in and around his cottage. Other than in bed, he loves to press you up against a wall. Sometimes you two get distracted while tending to the farms and end up heatedly making out in the snow. One time, you decide you wanted to lay out some blankets on the floor and do it right in front of the fireplace. He adored the way the firelight danced across your skin. (He’s thought about taking you down to the syndicate room and laying you out across the table. But he came to the unfortunate conclusion that during meetings, he’d never be able to look anyone straight in the eyes ever again. So he’s shelved that idea for the time being. Maybe once the group has disbanded...)
M = Motivation
He loves to be praised by you. During regular day-to-day life, he doesn’t like to accept any compliments from you, usually just brushing them off or responding with a joke. But when you two are alone together and intimate, he drinks that shit up. How can he not believe it when you look up and him with lidded eyes and tell him just how good he makes you feel. Just moaning against his lips as he kisses you is enough to keep him going for a while
N = NO
He will never do anything that involves seeing your own blood. It sets off the voices too much. One day, you randomly got a nosebleed while cooking dinner together. He could smell it before he even saw it. When the voices recognized the deep red color dripping down your face, they wouldn’t stop chanting. He tried to help you clean up, but it became too much to ignore. He had to go out back and slaughter at least a dozen zombies before they shut up. And even then, he was left with a pounding headache. You were extra gentle and sweet with him when you cuddled up in bed together that night
O = Oral
If you’re on the receiving end, be prepared for him to be down there a looooong time. Once he gets his mouth on you, it’s hard for him to pull away. He loves your smell and taste too much. He tries not to get too carried away, but there was one time he made you come 5 times in a row with just his mouth. He was very thorough with his aftercare that night.
He isn’t the one receiving very often. He only really likes it when he’s tired. He loves to sit back in a chair and watch you gently suck him of on your knees in front of him, one hand gently weaving it’s way through your hair
P = Pace
I always imagine him on the slower side. He likes to savor every moment, making sure that every thrust or movement of his hand is intentional and perfectly placed. He takes time to watch you carefully to make sure you’re getting exactly what you need. He’ll go harder before he goes faster
Q = Quickie
As much as he loves to treasure your intimate time together, there are times where he just needs it. Every once and awhile, he’ll be desperate for it and quickly have you against the wall before heading out to run some errands. Sometimes he’ll pull you in, make you cum, and head out the door without saying a single word. He usually feels the need to make up for it when he returns, but you’ve assured him many times that you love sex with him at any pace
R = Risk
Since he’s still fairly inexperienced despite his skills, he’s not super adventurous himself. More often than not, you’re the one bringing new ideas to the relationship. He’s willing to try the new things you suggest. You’ve had a discussion about your limits, and you both understand what goes too far for each other
S = Stamina
He can go multiple times in a row if he wants to, and for a long time. He lowkey loves it when you tire out before him, and you let him keep going while you lie there sleepily in his arms
T = Toy
He doesn’t own any sex toys, but he likes to make sex toys out of everyday objects (as long as they’re safe and properly cleaned of course). He likes the idea of never being able to look at that object the same way again, especially if it’s something either of you use around the house frequently. He would get his hands on some actual toys if you wanted him to. If toys are involved, he prefers them to be used on you, not on him
U = Unfair
He likes to randomly tease you during moments that are absolutely not sexual. Maybe you’re brushing out his hair, complaining about the knots in it. He’ll suddenly respond with “that’s not what you told me in the bedroom last night” leaving you to sit there in shock while he laughs. Or he’ll quote things you said to him during sex completely deadpan and watch as the blush rises to your cheeks
V = Volume
He’s not extremely loud. When he is loud though, he growls. You’ll be able to feels his chest vibrating when you lean into him. Sometimes you can even feel the vibrations through his lips as he pleasures you with his mouth, which is an absolutely crazy and wonderful feeling.
During very domestic moments, he likes to talk a lot during sex. If he comes home from working all day, and he’s missing you greatly, he loves to tell you all about his day while his cock gently rocks inside of you
W = Wild Card
This part is definitely just gonna be me fulfilling one of my personal kinks, but I love the idea of techno going through a heat since he’s part piglin. Maybe it only happens like once a year, but when it’s that time, his senses are kicked into high gear and he’s desperate for you. The two of you have a routine for it by now. You prepare the bedroom by gathering every blanket in the house, and prepping a week’s worth of food & water that can be eaten quickly during the moments when techno’s haze of arousal drops. Once he feels it start to set in, he locks the bedroom door and allows his senses to become completely enveloped by you
X = X-Ray
I like to believe that a lot of the hybrid races are PACKING. It’s one of the many things he’s nervous about on your first time, but seeing the way your able to take him so well every time is such a turn on
Y = Yearning
Both you and him can be too tired to have sex at times, but if he’s able to have you, he’ll take everything he can get. He loves to take care of you if you’ve had a long day, and he knows you’ll do the same for him
Z = ZZZ
If it’s nighttime sex, he can pass out as soon as aftercare is over. But if it’s morning or midday, he can have sex and go about the rest of his day no problem. Since his orgasms are so long, he likes to make you cum more often than he does, and watching you cum invigorates him
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Living With the Turtles Headcanons Again Except Horny (18+ NSFW):
Leo
So Leo snitched on the guys for doing something stupid and now they're all in Hashi without him. And he was meditating and it's super quiet so you kinda don't even realize he's still home. He's done meditating and decides that since he's got quiet free time that he's gonna take out his nice swords (the ones hanging above his bed)
He walks into the bedroom area you all share and your back is turned to him and you're taking your shirt off. You've got your curtain open (for plot).
"Shit sorry." He says as he turns around, "You know this is what the curtain is for."
This has been a problem since you've moved in, mostly with Mikey where he'll try to see your figure through the curtain. Leo tries not to embarrass you, and tries to act like he isn't sexually attracted to you at all.
"They're only tits Leo. Nothing you haven't seen in porn before." You respond as he grabs the katana. He tries to pretend you aren't there and starts cleaning it.
"You can look you know." You say as you slowly start taking off you pants. You're really trying to draw out being naked as long as you can.
"Huh?" He asks super confused.
"You can look. At me? I really don't mind."
"You threw your shoe at Donnie for accidentally opening the curtain while you were in a bra. I really don't believe you're okay with us looking at you shirtless." He retorts, "besides I'm just being respectful. There's no reason for me to look."
"Not all of you guys, just you Leo. And are you saying you don't want me?" You start walking up to him and you sit on his lap. He just sits there wide-eyed at you, "What's wrong I'm not enough for you?" You say as you twirl the tails of his mask.
"No, no. You're more than enough. You're absolutely perfect. But are you sure what you're doing is the best idea. It's coming out of nowhere."
"Leonardo I've been flirting with you since I got here. You're just stupid." You start pulling him closer to you, and now your bare chest is pressed hard against his plastron. By now he's put his katana back in it's sheath and abandoned it.
He puts his hands on your face and pulls you in for a kiss. Once the kiss starts getting more passionate he starts running his hands down all of your body stopping at your ass. He grabs it and starts moving your hips against him.
He puts his thumb at the top of your panties and starts tugging at them before stopping himself. You sigh at his self control and get off of his lap and take them off yourself. He pulls you back in and then flips you over onto your back on his bed.
He starts kissing your neck and starts moving his kisses down. All over you chest, only stopping to squeeze your tits momentarily. He kisses down your stomach until he gets to your pussy. He plants one firm kiss on your clit before moving to your thigh. He sucks on your thigh hard until he leaves a big purple mark.
"What was that for?" You ask.
"Just as proof for when the guys don't believe me."
Because you can reply he shoves his tongue into your entrance hard, forcing a gasp of air out of you. He takes his tongue out before giving one big lick from the bottom to top of your pussy. He grabs your thighs and lifts them high above his head. He starts sucking on the little nub that gets a reaction out of you.
He moves both of your thighs into one hand to hold them up. He takes his empty hand and shoves his pointer finger into your mouth, getting it wet. Before you know it his finger enters your tight pussy. He doesn't waste any time going slow and immediately picks up speed. He's going so hard he has to lift his head from between your legs and his palm starts pounding against your clit.
He's on his knees in front of you now and as you look at him you see his bulge is already protruding out of his shorts. He takes his finger out completely.
"Come on don't stop. I was close." You whine.
"Don't worry, I'll replace it with something better for you baby." He unzips his shorts and starts rubbing his cock, twisting his hand around the tip.
He lifts your hips and enters you. This time he starts out slow. He keeps one hand on your thigh but lowers down closer to you with his forearm keeping him up. He lifts up the one thigh he still has control over and starts moving faster inside of you. He nuzzles into your neck and starts moaning sweet nothings to you as he's moving more sloppily.
He sits up, grabbing your hips, and thrusts into you a few last times. You feel his cum fill you as he pushes as far into you as he can. He gets up and grabs a towel to clean you up. After he's done cleaning you he kisses you on the cheek and grabs your clothes from your nook.
"It took you a long time to get dressed y/n."
Donnie
"I didn't get knocked over that bad Donnie. You don't have to stay here with me. Go on patrol with the guys" You tell him as he holds a stethoscope to your chest. He shushes you louder than how loud you were talking.
"I can't hear if you don't stop talking, I just want to make sure your breathing is okay."
He has you on his desk, since it was the tallest ledge to set you on, and you know . . . he's tall. Mikey had knocked into you a little too hard and you fell over. That's all. But Donnie seemed a bit more concerned that he should be.
"My breathing is just fine. My ribs hurt a little bit from the impact but other than that I'm completely fine." You reply.
"You don't think they could be bruised do you?" He sets the stethoscope down and starts feeling your ribs through your shirt, "Can you take your shirt off so I can feel easier?"
You comply and take your shirt off. Luckily you were wearing a sports bra at least. But it gave you an idea.
"Donnie kiss me if I'm wrong but the moon is a planet right?"
He looks up at you like your crazy before smiling at you. He takes your face in one of his hands and gives you a quick peck.
"Don't say that bullshit again please." He says jokingly to you.
"Pussy."
"Excuse me?" He looks at you hella confused.
"You kiss like a pussy. Kiss me like you mean it. Or else I'm totally putting the moon on my list of favorite planets." You smirk at him.
This time he quickly takes your face in you both of his hands and kisses you rougher and faster. Although he was still kissing you super sweet.
"You got any other shitty pick up lines to use on me." He giggles at you. You pause and think for a moment before replying
"I know you'd usually help me get A's in class but I really think I need some D."
"That was abso-fucking-lutely terrible." He looks around for a moment to make sure Splinter wasn't watching, "Come with me."
He takes you hand and brings you to the shellraiser. He locks all the doors and sits in Mikeys seat. He pats him lap and asks you to hop on. And you do. You start kissing again and for awhile nothing progresses so you start taking things into your own hands. You start grinding on his cock which had already started getting hard. You felt it get harder as Donnie whimpered into your kiss.
You giggled at him and pulled the skirt you were wearing up (Mikey also happened to get you this skirt. So sorry Mikey for both ruining the dignity of your seat and skirt.) Donnie pushed your panties to the side and started rubbing your clit. Suddenly a lightbulb lit up in his head.
"Hey get off for a minute I'm gonna go grab something. You keep playing with yourself princess." You get off of his lap and he closes the back door of the shellraiser behind him. You sit back on the chair and take your bra off. You start playing with your tit in one hand and rub your clit with the other.
After a minute Donnie comes back in. He turns to see you in the chair, biting your lip trying to keep yourself from moaning from your own touch.
"Wow, you're gorgeous. Keeping going I want to see you finish." And you do. You throw your head back and your knees start shaking from pleasure. Once you're down you look down at Donnie, who's stroking himself with one hand and holding a small black object in his hand. He twists one end of the black object and it starts vibrating.
"Wait is that a vibrator? Why do you have that D?"
"Hey, it wasn't really originally supposed to vibrate. It- It's a longgg story. Anyways, can I?" He asks as he tugs at your panties. You nod yes to him. He takes them off your hips and tosses them on the floor of the truck.
He presses the vibrator to your clit, which was already super sensitive and sore from you rubbing it. Donnie smirks at the little moaning coming out of you and lines himself up with your pussy. He pushes himself into you and gasps at the feeling of you tight around him. You giggle at him and pull him deeper into you.
He seems too overwhelmed to start moving at first but eventually he starts thrusting into you. He asks you to hold the vibrator for him after you finish around him a second time. He grabs your legs and spreads them higher. He starts moving in and out sloppier, harder, and faster. He's making cute little squeaks and breathy moans. He slows down and slams himself into you each time as he cums into you. The van shakes at every movement he's making. As he lets go of your legs and starts to exit, that familiar pressure starting building up for you. Donnie moves your hand and the vibrator away from your clit and finishes you with his tongue. After he sucks everything spilling out of you.
You start putting your clothes back on but you realize your shirt is missing and start looking for it.
"Are you looking for your shirt, princess? You left it in my lab." He says as he clips his suspenders back on. "Let's go grab it."
Donnie lifts up the door of the shellraiser with Mikey and Raph chilling at the dining table across from you. They're staring back at you.
"Did you guys have fun?" Mikey asks you, "Because Leo's snitching on you guys right now."
I'll do a part two with Mikey and Raph later because I got attacked by a bug while writing this and I'm emotionally distressed about it.
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that’s daddy!
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last fic of 2020! thank you guys so much for all the love and sweet messages, i’ve only been here for a short time, but you guys have rlly gotten me through being able to post my writing publicly 💕
Summary: another mix up, but this time it’s 10x more embarrassing
Warnings: lil’ smut but not so smut
Pairings: Husband, Dad!Harry x reader
You and Harry had woken up five minutes prior. Your mumbles in both your sleepy, raspy voices of good morning and your morning pecks out of the way. Now the two of you were cuddled up in bed. You were lowered in bed, on your side. Your head under Harry’s arm, one arm by your side, while the other was tracing the butterfly on Harry’s chest absentmindedly.
Harry was on his back; one of his arm’s brought down– his fingers caressing the side of your face.
“Plans for the day?” you ask H, tilting your head back slightly.
He was blissed out and zoned out, his mind running a mile a minute. With that he had hummed, asking you to repeat yourself.
“Plans for the day, H?” you asked again.
“Oh, have to head to the set in a few. Are you and B still meeting me there?”
“Why? Do you want us to?” you tease.
“What do you think” he imitated, pulling on the hand that was once on his stomach to guide you upward and closer to him.
You smiled knowingly down at him, your body hovering over him. While he winds a hand to the back of your neck pulling you down quickly.
“Frisky, huh” you joked, pulling away. But you were hastily pulled down– Harry snakes his arm higher using his bicep now to bring you down all the way– your body now bonded to Harry’s. Your sleeping shirt rubbing against his skin.
Harry kissed you roughly and was rough during the time he rolled the both of you over, so you were encased in him. Your non-stop grinding figure causing the growling he was emitting. And it would’ve gone father if it wasn’t for the pitter-patter of small feet walking past your open door. (You had left open last night for Bia this morning.)
He pulled away, breathless. Looking over his shoulder, using the hand that wasn’t under your neck to hold his body up. Only to see the four-year-old bouncing at the end of the bed, her favorite stuffed animal (an off-white duck) clutched in both her hands in front of her.
“B, remember what we talked about” Harry reminded her sweetly, laying on his back next to her mother.
“Sorry daddy” she pouted, her figure still. “Morning!” she squealed, running till she was laying in between you and Harry. It was always so surreal how crazy her emotions had shifted, but not very surprising.
“Morning bunny” Harry replied, kissing her forehead.
“Morning B” you replied, kissing her cheeks until she was laughed out, begging for mercy.
“What? don’t like mummy’s kiss?” Harry had asked, tickling her side.
“No!” she quipped, a mischievous, a very Harry look on her face.
You gasped in make-believe at her statement, looking up at Harry a plan in your eyes that he had naturally understood. You were each assigned a cheek of B’s and at once attacked her with kisses.
She broke out into a fit of giggles, each of her tiny hands brought up to clutch onto each of your chins, trying with all her might to push the both of you away.
“Okay! Okay!” she yelled, but it took her awhile with all the laughing she was doing.
“You love mummy’s kisses?” you asked her
“Yes!” she screamed, adjusting herself so she was now laying on top of you. Her cheek rested against yours, which she had kissed before settling herself to down– to further persuade you. You wrapped both your arms around her instantly, one of hers coddling the lobe of your ear.
Harry shuffled closer to the two of you. On his side he used an arm to support his head.
“Angel, guess what?” he beamed.
“What Daddy?”
“You and mum are gonna be meeting on set today”
She was confused, and you could tell from the lack of emotion she let out at Harry’s information. She was four, so you couldn’t blame her for not understanding how exciting it would be to see her father live in action.
“B” you started, gaining her attention. “Me and you are gonna meet daddy at work and watch him act and meet everyone else...like Descendants how everyone is at the isle of the lost” you divulged, trying to make this exciting as possible for her.
“We’re going to the Isle of the lost?” she interrupted, her head tilting slightly in confusion.
“No no” you laugh “It’s like– you know what nevermind. Basically, we’re gonna go see daddy at work, but with movies”
“Were going to the movies?”
“Kind of, but instead we’re gonna watch how movies are made”
“Ohh” she dragged, still a bit confused, but she really only understood that she would be meeting her dad at work. Harry laughed at your attempt, knowing you were shit at explaining things and trying to explain something like this to a toddler was only harder for you.
“it’s okay B, you’ll see soon” Harry reassured her. “What do the two of you want for breakfast?”
Peeling off the comforter, he got out of bed stretching his back out. A deep, pleasurable groan leaving his mouth. Causing a giggle between you and Bia.
“Pancakes and strawberries, please” Bia requested.
“Can I have French toasts pleaseee” you beg.
“You got it” Harry replied, making his way out of the room after grabbing a shirt from his dresser.
He could hear the whispering between the two of you, most likely scheming against him. But when he had started making his way to the door, he heard a shrill voice filled with cackles.
“Thank you best daddy in the world!” B had recited. Harry had shook his head a great smile on his face, close to tears. He raised his hands high, making a heart with his hands catching the eye of the two of his best girls, that were still laughing, in his bed.
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Only a few hours earlier you and B had kissed Harry a see you later at the door. Now it was only the two of you in the parking lot of the set, one of the employees from the movie, sent to guide you and B to your location.
You looked down at your little girl, who’s hand was pancaked with yours, skipping behind you. Her pony tails shifting and her shoes lighting up with each bounce.
“You excited miss Styles” you ask.
She hummed an answer, toi immerse into the song she was singing.
“I was requested by Harry to bring some goldfish and strawberries for Bia. Is that okay?” she double checks
“That’s perfect. Thank you so much” you smile as she stops abruptly in front of you, tapping away at her tablet.
“No problem, they’ll be inside” she smiled back, looking up “Here’s his trailer, if you need anything I’m once again Ximena” she waved a goodbye to you and Bia.
You climb up the steps, gently, Bia trailing closely behind you. Opening the door, you walk inside to see the spacious area.
The first thing you see when walking in is the platter of Cut strawberries and packs of B’s favorite varieties of goldfish on the coffee table, catching her attention instantly as she sprints towards the snacks. Getting herself comfortable on the sectional sofa in front of the tv.
You can see a counter, an array of cosmetic products settled on top. One chair sat behind the counter, facing a wall with a large mirror mounted on the wall. You walk farther in the trailer to see on the counter, a framed picture of the three of you on an impromptu picnic, your heart filled as you eyed the picture.
you loved that day
Lastly, all the way in the back you could see a large bed, probably a queen, which you could tell was laid upon earlier.
You walked over to Bia, taking a seat next to her, who shoved yet another strawberry into her mouth. You chuckled lowly, grabbing the remote from the coffee table. Putting something on just for her.
You were getting engrossed in the show when the door to the trailer flung open, Harry walking into his hands on his hips.
Bia had jetted off the sofa, running towards her dad, who had crouched down to pick her up. Spinning her around as she giggled, twinkling.
You paced towards him, flinging yourself softly onto him, as he was still holding B.
“Hi love, missed you” he said softly, bringing his right hand up to secure the back of your head, bringing you into a kiss.
“Why are you so out of breath” you asked, laughing. You could see the glimmer of sweat along his hairline.
“Ran all the way over here. I just finished a scene when they told me you two were here” jostling Bia a bit.
“You’re so cute” you said with a fond look, welcoming him for a quick peck. “And you look so handsome. Love when your hair is parted like this”
One of the first things that you had noticed was how dapper he had looked in the brown suit.
You tell him getting a cocky smirk in response. You take your finger and gently move a strand of his hair that hung in between his eyebrows, moving it so it was flowing to the right– as it should be.
“Thank you lovie, how about I show the two of you around.”
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You were walking down the lines of trailers, The three of you linked together like monkeys in a barrel, Bia walking in the middle. As you walked down Harry showed her all the equipments, teaching her how things worked, helping her pronounce the tough words, and explaining what they were for.
“They’re shooting something right now. You want to watch?”
“Mhm”
You crouch to pick up Bia, her short legs slowing the two of you down if you had to be honest. She sat on your hip, now a bit farther away from Harry. He had been quick to drape his arm over his arm over your shoulder, bringing you both closer.
“Remember you have to be quiet” Harry reminded B, as you both walked closer to a scene that was about to start.
“I remember” she whispered.
It was only a minute or two that went by, when Bia let out a quiet groan. Frustrated to no end.
“Daddy” She had groaned again, her hand in a tiny fist. You looked down at her, face scrunched up.
“What is it baby?” he asked, grabbing her fist. Her hand now enclosed over his finger.
“My eyes. S’ too bright”
You and Harry smiled down at her, You watched as Harry opened one of the jackets. Slipping his hand inside one of the pockets, you assumed, pulling out a pair of sunglasses. He perched them gently on her face. So big they had slid down her nose.
“Better?” you asked, kissing the top of her head
She nodded her head, turning her attention, so she was watching the extras move around and the actors/actresses recite their lines.
The three of you stood there for another ten minutes, but had to go when Harry looked down at his watch. Smile falling not wanting to leave you both.
“I gotta go lovie, but I’m gonna drop off you both at the trailer first” he says grasping your hand, leading you both away from the ongoing scene.
“What?” you pout “I thought I would’ve been able to see you in action” you tease.
“I know, I know” he sighs, walking in front of you so he can clasp your face between his palms. Which were by now ringless, except for the wedding ring prop. His, from your wedding day, sat next to his journal on his night stand.
“But I’d not rather kiss another woman in front of B...Plus you’ll make me nervous”
“I make you nervous” you keen
“Don’t act surprised” he quips “Remember the time I spilled my drink all over your lap on our first date?” he asks, you nod in confirmation. “There you go! Now let’s get you two back to the trailer” he ended the conversation swiftly, grappling both your shoulders gently. Squeezing them lovingly as he guided you back to the trailers.
You and H had been entranced in a conversation when B had squealed letting out excitedly “Puppy!”
The sound of her excitement got both of your attention, looking down to see none other Dodger on a leash held by Chris freaking Evans.
“Hey Chris!” Harry greeted, putting his hands out for a handshake. Harry had let go of your shoulder as Chris pulled Harry in for what you called ‘manly man shoulder tap’. “You’ve met y/n, this” he pointed to B “Is Bia, my daughter” Harry, properly, introduced the squirming girl in your arm, trying so hard to pet the dog, pinching her cheek.
“Hi” you greeted Chris, clearing your throat afterwards.
You met Chris when the cast had got together for a bonding moment at a very fancy restaurant. But god, could you ever get used to the fact that your husband worked with Chris freaking-hot- Jamal Evans and you basically had access to see him whenever? No. Never.
When the news had broke out that Chris would be joining in as a cast member, you were probably more excited than Harry, as you had ran around the room in twirls at the fact that you were going to see two of the most handsomest men in the world in one movie. And you were married to one of them.
Harry could do nothing that day not wanting to burst your bubble with the slight jealousy he had felt as he laid back on the bed, watching your very familiar crazy behavior. A smile on his face.
“Almost as if you were the one acting with him baby” he teased you, making his way hastily towards you, throwing you over his shoulder a quick smack to your ass.
And the dinner was not any easier. Your hand in Harry’s hands, placed over the table. Which you was his way of slight possessiveness, while you sat across from Chris Evans himself, trying so hard not to act like such a fangirl. His eyes were so blue, so bright, it was hard not to get caught in those.
But you were married and had to calm down. Letting Harry know multiple times if this were Jennifer Aniston he would have all the passes he wanted.
“Hey how are you y/-” Chris had started, but the sound of an overly excited toddler had took all three of your attention
“Daddy!” she roared, a smile on her face, pointing towards Chris’ shocked figure.
It was like time stood, still at the tension–– mostly felt on you and Harry’s end. At the way Chris had dropped his jaw, eyes wide, his finger pointing at himself.
Harry was nothing but embarrassed, cheeks and ears heating up. His own daughter called someone who wasn’t Harry her father for christs sakes.
And you were nothing but the same, as all three of you stood there moths dropped.
“O- oh my gosh, Chris, I’m so sorry. I have no idea why she-” you started.
“It’s fine really” he chuckled. “I’m actually supposed to be on set in a few, so I’ll catch you guys later.” he waved, smiling, walking away from the three of you.
“Oh my gosh, Harry! I just embarrassed myself in front of Chris evans” you whined.
“This is your fault” he laughed “Told you I hated that joke, glad to see karma got you where it hurts”
“I hate you” you whine
Harry pays you no mind, a smug look over taking his face.
“Where’s daddy going?” Bia asks, her head turning at Chris’ walking figure.
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Lover, Please Stay
Pairing: Aaron Hotchner x Fem!Reader
Summary: you get shot and Hotch worries about you while trying to keep it together.
Word Count: 5.4k
Warnings: swearing, shooting, blood, injuries, hospitals, some angst and then fluff, mostly just wanted to write some worried!Hotch
A/N: here we go! this is my first fic, so enjoy
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As far as dates go, getting shot in the stomach twice was definitely not the way you wanted the night to end. Especially because you actually cared about the man sitting across from you in the dim lighting of the restaurant and you definitely had something else planned involving him, your clothes hitting the floor, and then the wall, kitchen counter, possibly the sofa, and of course, your bed and maybe the shower—but all that would have to wait as you slump back in your chair, stunned and bleeding. To his credit, however, Aaron Hotchner is not about to let the man who shot you get away with it, and swiftly tackles, disarms, and subdues the shooter, in record time, you think hazily to yourself with a small smile. After making sure the unsub won’t do anything else –not that he could even if he wanted to– Aaron turns to you. Eyes wild, he finds you –rather dramatically if you say so yourself—bleeding out and losing consciousness. So much for after-dinner plans.
“How romantic,” you gasp out and suddenly at your side, Aaron tips you out of your chair and lays you on the ground, immediately shedding his jacket to apply pressure to your abdomen and the growing red spots staining the dark green dress you had worn tonight. Fuck you loved this dress. And his jacket.
“….Sweetheart? You still with me?” Aaron’s voice wavers, and you realize he’s leaning over you and trying to gauge how you’re doing, aside from the obvious, of course.
You huff a laugh out—big mistake—and a small cry tears out of your throat as the pain in your midsection makes you regret your actions. Turning your head with a surprising amount of effort, your eyes float over him, taking in the way his hair sticks up, the frantic gleam to his eyes (tears?) and then down the black button-down he wore to his bloody hands on your body. You try for a reassuring smile—it doesn’t land—and then there’s some sort of commotion on the other side of the restaurant which you belatedly realize is the stampede of patrons out, as the ambulance slams to a halt outside, sirens blaring.
“Love, y’need t’figure this out,” you grit out, knowing that he won’t—can’t—argue with you as you look up at him.
“Y/N...”
“No, Aaron. Get th’ team,” your eyes are closing and breathing is getting harder so you stop, and hope that he figures this out. He has to. You know Aaron will want to protect you and go to the hospital this instant, but you can’t let him do that just yet. Not this time. It’s not everyday a BAU agent gets shot in a crowded restaurant in front of her boyfriend, who is also a BAU agent. It’s too weird to be random and the rest of the team needs to get here now.
The next few moments pass in a blur of shouting and pain, as you are lifted on to a stretcher and poked and prodded. Tiredly, you try to keep your eyes on Aaron, but in the noise you find your head rushing and with a sharp pain in your stomach, you fall into darkness.
Barred from climbing into the ambulance with you, Aaron has never been so scared and enraged. The ambulance screeches towards the hospital as he quickly fires off a text to the team –you’ve been shot, it doesn’t look good, meet him at the restaurant. And then he sits on the sidewalk. And thinks. And seethes.
How could he not have noticed the man advancing toward your table sooner? How could he not have noticed how out of place the man looked and the way that he kept a hand in his jacket pocket? And finally, why didn’t the man shoot him before getting taken down? Head in his hands, Hotch lets out a sigh before clenching his fists and closing his eyes, waiting. There are police officers milling around, taping off the restaurant and the unsub is in a car around here somewhere, or maybe already on his way to the police station, but Aaron can’t shake the fear in his mind. He should be speeding off after the ambulance, keeping you company, and pacing the hospital lobby until he knows you’re okay. You need to be okay. But your words ring in his head, figure this out, and he’ll be damned if he doesn’t at least try. You need him to try. He needs to focus.
A hand claps down on his shoulder and Aaron jerks his head up to find Morgan and Prentiss looking at him with sad eyes. Accepting Morgan’s hand, Hotch stands, and after a beat, straightens up and becomes SSA Aaron Hotchner, BAU Unit Chief, and not Aaron Hotchner, concerned and, quite frankly, terrified boyfriend.
“Garcia is pulling security footage from the restaurant and surrounding area. She’s also keeping tabs on the unsub at the police station and will let us know as soon as the cops figure out who this guy is.” Morgan says as Hotch looks around at the crime scene that’s sprung up around him.
“Unless she figures it out first,” Prentiss adds “which she probably will, it’s Garcia.”
A black SUV pulls up, and Reid, Rossi, and JJ emerge. Rossi immediately takes stock of the blood on Aaron’s hands and the usual chaos of a crime scene. Reid looks shaken to his core, and JJ isn’t much better, although she is valiantly trying to put on a brave face if only for her own sake.
“Aaron, you should be at the hospital. We can handle this,”
“Dave, she told me to figure it out. It was one of the last things she said and if I don’t and she…” Aaron trails off as the rest of the team looks at him, worried.
“I need to do this for her,” he says softly, thinking of how you looked as you were whisked away by the ambulance. How you passed out, face contorted in pain and then still.
“Hotch…” JJ lays a hand on his arm and squeezes.
“We got this. You can run point from the hospital with Garcia,”
That shakes him a bit.
“Garcia is running point from the hospital?” he wants to smile, but he can’t. Not while you’re possibly fatally injured.
“Of course she is,” says Morgan with a small smile.
“She went directly there after you texted us. She said she doesn’t want Y/N to be alone, ” Spencer supplies, and Hotch can’t help but be startled by how much he appreciates the thoughtfulness of his team in this moment.
Looking around the circle, he realizes that he doesn’t have to take on the investigation and your injury alone. No shit, he can hear you say. That’s what they’re here for, dumbass. Teamwork.
Halfheartedly, he tries “but the police need to take my statement and—“
“—and they can do that from the hospital after we’re done here, I’m sure they’ll make an exception for the Unit Chief of the BAU since his girlfriend got shot,” Rossi finishes for him. “Aaron. Go.”
“Come on, Hotch, I’ll drive,” and as JJ pulls him into the SUV, he watches the rest of the team disperse amongst the police and crime scene techs with a determination and focus he wishes he could emulate right now. Instead, he tries to focus on getting to you and how good it’ll feel to hold your hand again.
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The ambulance ride is blurry and the lights are too bright and the noises too loud as you slide in and out of consciousness after initially passing out. Vaguely, you hear something about a perforated something or other and blood loss, but that’s really all you can understand before going back to being unconscious. Again. If only falling asleep was this easy.
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Aaron never particularly liked hospitals, but now, with your life in danger, he hates them. Striding into the lobby, JJ at his side, his eyes find Garcia, furiously typing and wiping away tears as fast as she can. As his feet carry him to the desk, JJ breaks off to comfort Garcia.
“I’m SSA Aaron Hotchner, and I’m here for Agent Y/L/N she should have arrived half an hour ago with two GSWs to the abdomen,” his voice is surprisingly collected, as the nurse looks up at him from her computer.
“She was rushed into emergency surgery almost as soon as she got here. I don’t have an update for you now, Agent Hotchner, and it could be awhile until I know something for sure,” the nurse replies with a sad smile.
With a curt nod, Aaron walks over to Garcia, who now has JJ’s hand firmly in her own. Upon seeing him, Garcia springs up and sets her laptop and JJ’s hand aside to instead throw her arms around her stoic Unit Chief. Stunned but not unwelcome, Hotch reaches around to hold the crying tech analyst. Pulling back from the embrace and sniffling, Garcia looks at Hotch and her eyes widen almost comically.
“Blood. Oh my God, blood,” she states in a hurried breath and it’s only then that Hotch realizes that his arms and torso are covered in your blood still; he hasn’t had a chance to wash it off. Looking down at himself, his vision blurs for a second and the weight of his appearance takes a toll. Stumbling to the bathroom as JJ and Garcia reach for him, he staggers through the door and to the closest sink before throwing up. Leaning heavily on his hands, he hangs his head and catches his breath before turning the tap on. Slowly, methodically, he cleans his hands, then up his arms. Splashing water on his face he looks in the mirror, noting the bags under his eyes, the way his hair sticks up on one side, and the dried blood on his black shirt as it catches the shitty fluorescent lighting.
You’re laughing at him and he can’t help but smile back at you. In the light of the restaurant he loves the way your eyes shine when you look at him. Something catches his attention out of the corner of his eye, but you’re still laughing and he loves the way you look when you laugh. Bang. There’s screaming. Bang. You slump in your chair across from him. His stomach drops and there’s a roaring sound in his ears and years of training take over. The unsub stands still, gun in hand, and Aaron moves. Takedown. Push the gun out of reach. Hold the guy down. Swift punch to the face and the guy is out. You make a sound—a whine? a scream? his name?—and Aaron turns. You. Hands on your stomach, but Aaron can see the blood seeping through your fingers. Gently, as gently as he can, he gets you to lie on the ground and uses his jacket to try and staunch some of the bleeding. Your eyes flutter and he calls your name, asks how you’re doing, something to keep you awake and talking and with him and—
A knock on the door draws him out of his mind and JJ pokes her head in.
“I found a sweatshirt in the back of the SUV and thought you might want to put it on instead of having to stay in your shirt since…” she trails off and gestures to his bloody clothes.
Wordlessly, Hotch takes the sweatshirt from her. It’s one of his, he knows that, but he can’t remember why it’s in the SUV, especially because he hasn’t seen it since—You. You had it last. Inhaling your scent off the piece of clothing almost shatters him again and he holds the sweatshirt to his face as he tries not to cry. Slipping into a stall he slowly undoes his shirt before crumpling it up and dropping it on the ground. Pulling the sweatshirt over his head, he takes a moment to collect himself before stooping down for his shirt and walking out the bathroom door back into the waiting area.
Sitting next to Garcia he can see that there’s a picture of the unsub on her screen, as well as general demographic information and stuff streaming past that’s too fast for him to read.
“Garcia, what have you found.” Business as usual. Except for the part where he doesn’t know how you are or if you’re alive.
“Well, Sir, the bastard who shot Y/N is Parker Harrison and from what I can tell, he’s a creep. Like look-through-your-windows-and-take-photos-while-you-change kind of creep so—“
“—so it’s weird that he came up to you two in a crowded room and shot Y/N when there is nothing that Garcia’s found to suggest that that’s even something Harrison would even consider,” JJ finishes while continuing to glare at the photo on the screen.
Hotch sighs and puts his head in his hands. Again. Rubbing the bridge of his nose, he looks at JJ.
“Call the rest of the team and let them know that we know who the unsub is, but he doesn’t fit the profile for the crime and see if they’ve found anything out of the ordinary.”
With a nod, JJ moves to her feet and goes out the front door to make the call. Garcia makes a noise somewhere between frustration and surprise before renewing her furious typing. Aaron looks towards the nurse at the desk, the same one he had spoken to earlier, and catches her eye. She shakes her head and he tips his head back against the wall behind him, eyes closing.
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You don’t think you’ve died. At least, not yet. Maybe this is some fucked up afterlife precursor, but you really, sincerely, hope you aren’t dead because that would suck for you and for Aaron. And Jack. And the team. Fuck you really hope you aren’t dead, but the fact that you can’t feel your body really isn’t helping you figure out what the hell is going on. There’s pressure building in your chest and as it expands, it feels like you are going to explode. You fight against whatever is happening—it hurts, dammit—and then back to nothingness.
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He waits for hours. Pacing, sitting, standing, silent. Garcia mumbles to herself as she works, and calls the team with possible updates, but Aaron can’t bring himself to focus on anything but you. JJ comes and goes, standing, sitting, pacing, leaning over Garcia’s shoulder. She calls Will and the team a few times to give or get updates and for that, Aaron is grateful. He knows he should be doing more, as Unit Chief and as the person you told to get the unsub, but you you are his focus. He nods when Garcia shows him something and shakes his head when JJ appears with food and coffee. And he waits. At some point a police officer shows up and Hotch mechanically rattles off what happened. There isn’t much he can say since they have the shooter in custody already. Shortly thereafter, the rest of the team show up and all of a sudden Hotch is suffocated by the amount of people in the waiting room. Prentiss moves to JJ’s side and Morgan to Garcia’s, talking quietly. Reid and Rossi trade glances before descending on Hotch.
“Any news?” Rossi asks, but Hotch shakes his head.
“You guys find anything at the scene?” And Hotch is hoping for something anything to make this make sense.
“Well, according to the security cam footage, the unsub was dropped off at the restaurant and then walked inside, bypassing the hostess and making his way to your table. It seems like Harrison knew exactly where you were going to be and when, which is concerning. But after you take him down and he got to the station, he didn’t talk—and still hasn’t which indicates that he may be trying to protect someone which furthers the idea that he really didn’t come up with this on his own given that his previous criminal record didn’t indicate that he would shoot someone that he deemed a target, although Garcia is currently going through the contents of his electronics to see what she can find and—“ Reid is effectively cut off by Rossi, who states “and so we still don’t know enough about this guy to draw any concrete conclusions, but this isn’t an ordinary unsub and if he does have a partner, we need to figure out who that is before someone else gets hurt; possibly someone on this team.”
Aaron frowns to himself at this information. He thought that the team would be able to find something find more about Harrison, but it seems the universe is making him wait not only on you, but the fucker who shot you as well. Collapsing down on to the nearest chair, Aaron tries to come up with a plan, a preliminary profile, something that will help him figure out what exactly you’ve been drawn into. Staring down at his shoes, he fails to notice the way the team looks at each other, and then at him. With a sigh, Prentiss moves from JJ’s side to Hotch’s and sits. He doesn’t look at her, or even acknowledge her presence, but doesn’t shake off the hand that she lays gently on his shoulder as he continues to study his shoes.
It’s well into the early hours of the morning when the team is alerted to a development in your wellbeing by the loud squeak of the swinging door that leads to surgery. Half asleep, Rossi wakes the others from their various levels of slumber as Aaron stumbles to the doctor after he announces your name, eyes wide and hopeful.
“First, Agent Y/L/N is alive. She coded in surgery about two hours ago,” Aaron swears he stops breathing “—but we were able to revive her and finish stitching her up and repairing the internal damage. The bullets entered her abdomen and tore through her large intestine, and she did suffer more blood loss that I had hoped, but in time, she will recover.”
Aaron’s breath rushes out all at once and he almost collapses with the weight of his relief. He hears the gasps and murmurs of the team behind him which confirm their own happiness that you are alive.
“Can I see her?” the words leave him quickly, and he knows you won’t be awake, but he needs to see you. Needs to make sure you’re still here, with him.
“As you can imagine, she won’t be awake for quite some time. Her body has sustained major trauma, and we will be keeping her under watch for at least a week, depending on how long it takes her to wake up and then the rate at which her body’s healing process takes place. However, you may see her, one at a time, and are welcome to be here during official visiting hours tomorrow.”
Without turning to the team, Aaron nods and gestures for the doctor to lead the way, mind spinning with relief and worry, a dizzying rush of feelings at knowing that you’re alive. Stopping outside of a room, the doctor looks at Aaron before opening the door and stepping aside. Making his way to the side of your bed, Aaron can’t help but take stock of your appearance. Eyes tracing your face, fingers lightly following the same path before coming to hold your hand as he sits in the chair next to your bed. Exhaling slowly, he raises your hand to his lips and kisses your knuckles, eyes finding your sleeping face and finally, Aaron allows some tension to leave his body. You’re here you’re here and you’re alive and breathing.
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Your return to actual conscious reality is slow, to say the least. The steady beeping of your heart monitor catches your attention first because it’s just so damn annoying. But hey, it means you’re alive—what a relief—so you really can’t find it in your hazy mind to care too much about the incessant beeping noise as you drift into consciousness. The next thing to draw your focus is the scratchiness of the sheets surrounding your body—are hospital sheets purposely so uncomfortable?—and the way that you can feel someone holding your hand. Aaron. Fighting to open your eyes damn those fluorescents you manage to squint your way awake. Well, as awake as one can be after what you just went through, but it’s an improvement to whatever semi-alive state you had been in even if you are still in a moderate amount of discomfort.
“…Sweetheart?” there he is. You squeeze his hand and turn to see him more fully, eyes raking over his face. Teary-eyed and smiling, you’ve never seen him look more handsome (okay besides when he was wearing his black button-down and black jacket at dinner before you got shot, but that’s obvious).
“Aaron,” his name leaves your lips on a breath and you smile back at him as he kisses your hand before leaning over and kissing your forehead.
“I was so worried, Y/N. So worried about you,” he continues down to your nose, your cheeks, and finally, finally, he presses his lips to yours. Hands intertwined with his other one coming to cup your face, you pull apart just enough to look each other in the eye. And to think you might not have survived to do this ever again. The thought is enough to bring tears to your eyes and as they fall down your cheeks, Aaron kisses your forehead again before leaning his head against yours.
“You’re okay, Sweetheart. You’re here, I’m here, the team is in the waiting room. We’re all okay,” he says gently, stroking your cheek with his thumb. You continue to cry, soft whimpers escaping you as the pain in your midsection sets in and you realize how much you could have lost if you died.
“Th’ team. Need t’see ‘em,” you mumble through your tears, and Aaron nods before reaching for his phone and texting someone, staying by your side the whole time. Your tears continue to fall, but Aaron’s presence and steady reassurance calms you and soon you’re just staring at each other, hands clasped, reveling in your closeness.
A nurse enters the room and checks your vitals on all the machines you’re connected to before remarking on how good it is to see you awake and then she’s gone; Aaron doesn’t leave your side.
A swift knock on the door turns your head, and a smile breaks across your face as the team shuffles into your room and gathers around your bed. You watch them as they come in, looking for injuries or something out of the ordinary. However, they’re all okay, looking at you with sad hopeful eyes, but they’re okay just like Aaron said.
“You’re okay,” you whisper, wide-eyed.
“We’re okay? Mama, we should be checking on you. You’re the one whose been unconscious for a day and a half,” Morgan chuckles.
“’M okay. Good. Great. Sp’tacular,” you assure them with a smirk and a wave at your general hospital-chic appearance. You don’t have to turn to Aaron to know he’s rolling his eyes as the others let out small laughs at your answer.
“Glad you’re awake, Y/N,” Rossi states with a smile as Reid nods behind him.
“We were worried,” JJ adds.
“Don’t you ever do that again! I mean it,” Garcia says, pointedly. You huff out a laugh and grimace as your abdomen twinges in pain. Note to self: don’t do that again. You catch the rest of the room in a collective wince out of the corner of your eye, but your focus is now on Aaron, as he leans impossibly closer to you, gauging your level of pain through his furrowed brow.
“We’ll be back later,” Emily suggests, laying one hand on JJ’s arm and another on Reid’s shoulder. “Get some rest, Y/N.”
“Will do,” you grit out, pain subsiding only slightly in your stomach. Your eyes shut and over the sound of your heavy breathing, you hear footsteps retreating and the closing of the door. Aaron’s hand brushes your hair back off your forehead and comes to rest on your cheek. With your eyes closed, you realize just how fucking tired you are now that you’ve confirmed everyone is fine with your own eyes. You squeeze Aaron’s hand, and as you give in to your exhaustion, you feel him kiss your knuckles with a sigh.
“You’re okay,” he whispers, and then you’re out.
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You wake up to a hushed argument taking place between Morgan and Rossi at the foot of your bed and surprise surprise Aaron’s scowling at both of them.
Fighting through a yawn, you mumble, “G’morning, everyone,” pointedly glaring at Morgan and Rossi who at least have the decency to look sorry for disturbing you.
“Afternoon, princess,” Morgan says with a nod. “Nice to see you awake again.”
You roll your eyes and can’t help but notice the careful way Aaron’s watching your face for any signs of discomfort. Squeezing his hand—has he let go of it since he got here? A thought to pursue at a later time—you turn your attention back to the agents at the end of your bed.
“What have I missed?” Rossi looks at Aaron before taking a breath and facing you.
“We think the guy who shot you has a partner and we’re trying to figure out who it is.”
Well shit. Schooling your face into a somewhat neutral expression, you repeat “…a partner…?” and something akin to fear washes over you. There’s someone out there who wants you dead. Fan-fucking-tastic.
Steeling yourself, you look over at Aaron for confirmation and the hard look in his eyes is all you need. Fuck. Sinking further back into the pillows behind you, you stare at the ceiling and try to fully comprehend what you’ve just learned. Breathing deeply, you try and quell the panic that’s rising in your chest. Shit. Now what happens. Eyes clenched shut, you address the room.
“So, what now? There’s another guy so what do we have on him what do we know has the unsub said anything that might help us? Something? Phone calls at weird times, unusual credit card activity, change in schedule, unexplained absences from work, something has to stick out,” Your words rush out before you can stop them.
“Well—“ Morgan starts but you cut him off, rambling.
“—and what’s the name of the unsub anyway? What’s the name of the fucker who shot me two times?” you ask, eyes flying open at the realization that you only know him as “the unsub” and not his actual name.
“Parker Harrison,” Hotch states with enough contempt for you to stop and squint at him, worried.
“Sounds like an asshole,” you remark, but Hotch doesn’t smile like you thought he would.
It’s at this point that Morgan wisely makes some excuse about seeing if Garcia has found anything new and he herds Rossi out the door before the other man can protest. The click of the door behind them is deafening as you continue to watch Aaron’s face while he stares down at your joined hands on the bed. Tracing your knuckles, he doesn’t elaborate on the unsub and so you wait. You focus on your own breathing, Aaron’s hand in yours, and his presence next to you.
However, there’s only so much silence you can take when you have so many questions that you would like answered. Tugging on his hand, you wait for him to look up at you before speaking.
“Aaron, who is this guy?”
Silence.
You try again.
“Aaron, I can’t help you profile the partner if I don’t know who Harrison is. Let me help you catch this fucker,” and that catches his attention. With a small quirk of his lips, he exhales and leans closer to brush some hair out of your face.
“You shouldn’t be profiling or working at all, Y/N. You got shot. You need to rest,” he says as his hand settles on your cheek.
You snort and roll your eyes. As if.
“I can multi-task, love. Also, I need to work this case. Do you really think I’ll be able to rest and recover knowing there’s someone out there who wants me dead? Harrison is the first step to figuring this out and I can help, Hotch. I’m a profiler and he’s an unsub. This isn’t anything we haven’t faced before and we will catch him. So, once again, I’m asking you to let me help,” you implore. “I’m on bedrest, not dead. I can be semi-useful, even while lying in a hospital bed.”
With that, Hotch sucks in a quick breath and his eyebrows pull together.
“But you did die,” he says lowly. “You died you were dead. The doctor said you coded on the table. I could have lost you,” and with that last admission, his voice breaks. Bowing his head, the slight shake of his shoulders is the only sign you have to know that he’s crying. Crying over you. Oh, Aaron. Carefully sliding over in your bed—ouch—you pull on Aaron’s hand insistently.
“C’mere, love,” you whisper, and Aaron maneuvers his way on to the bed. Has he always been this tall or are hospital beds just smaller than normal ones?
Slowly, mindful of your injuries even in the midst of his own emotional turmoil, he curves himself around you as tears continue to fall. You lift your hand to card through his hair at a steady pace and eventually, just rest your hand on his face, catching tears and brushing them away. You raise your other hand, which is still holding his, to your lips and softly kiss his fingertips.
“I’m here. We’re here and we’re okay, and I love you,” you repeat gently until the shaking in his shoulders subsides and his breathing evens out to match yours. Holding your hand to his face, Hotch gives it the gentlest kiss imaginable before clearing his throat.
“I love you too, Sweetheart. So much. I was scared you weren’t going to make it, and then to find out you almost didn’t?” he trails off with a heavy sigh.
“It’ll take more than a few bullets to take me away from you, Aaron Hotchner,” you say. “I mean it.”
Instead of responding, Aaron nuzzles the top of your head and moves impossibly closer to you on the bed.
“I just—“ he stops. “I waited for hours to hear how you were doing. I was basically useless to the team because all I could think about was you and how you told me to get the guy and figure it out, but I couldn’t. Not without you.”
“Oh, Aaron,” you shift so you can smile at him warmly and then he’s leaning down to you, cradling your face, and kissing you with a desperation that makes your heart ache. You return his kiss with all the reassurance you can offer. I love you. I’m here. I’m alive. I’m sorry. Tilting your head, you move a hand to his chest, over his heart trying to do what you can to get closer to him. I love you I love you I love you.
Breaking for air, Aaron presses one last lingering kiss to your forehead before settling back into your side. Heart racing, you smile contentedly at the man in front of you before trying to get comfortable. Leaning just a little too far forward, your breath leaves you in a whoosh before the pain sets in, letting you know you’ve overdone it just a bit—and just when things were getting good, too. Ever the protector, Hotch readjusts your pillows and presses the call button for the nurse as you let out a whimper. Soon enough, a nurse makes her way into the room and asks you how you are—brilliant—and what level your pain is at—an eight—before giving you a very welcome round of pain meds.
As your body relaxes and your mind starts to drift, you turn your gaze to Aaron, still by your side. He kisses your cheek and then your forehead softly as you close your eyes. Safe for now.
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eavesdropping (bangchan x chubby! reader)
☆ 𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: after accompanying chan in the studio on your day off, you overhear a conversation he has with the other members that isn’t as pleasant as you would like it to be.
☆ 𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐜𝐥𝐚𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐫 + 𝐚/𝐧: this is for a chubby series i am doing for all members, so definitely stick around for updates! this is for my plus size babies so enjoy! also cursing and sensitive topics of weight up ahead.
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Although it was a dream to become an idol and create music much like your boyfriend, you found it would be best to pursue a different career path. Being a foreigner was hard enough in South Korea, so you couldn’t find it in yourself to want to go through more stress. And with that, you kept up your studies and continued on with your major in a nearby university that was still in distance of seeing Chan whenever.
His schedule definitely wasn’t the most flexible, so it was rare to find days in which you both had scheduled off. You always took advantage of any time you had alone, and today was one of those days. With a lazy grin, you bopped your head to the new beat that Chan had been creating, knowing he had a talent for producing. Chan couldn’t help but to laugh at your expression, pulling your chair closer to him so he could be as near to you as possible.
“That’s really good, I’m excited to hear the finished product.” you spoke, setting the headphones down on the table. You couldn’t help but to notice the hands that were placed on top of your thicker thighs, the warmth radiating throughout your body immediately.
“I’m glad you think so.” he murmured. His voice was soft and hushed, his eyes cast down at you in a loving way.
“God, I missed you. I only have a few more things I need to do on this song and then we can leave for a little bit to go do something. I don’t want to be cooped up in here all day.” Chan said as he reached for the headphones you had placed down.
Your heart fluttered at that which caused a large smile to spread on your cheeks. “I’m so touched that you want to spend time with me.” you teased.
“Uh, duh, I want to spend every second with you.” he teased back, and laughed quickly after. Oh how you loved that cheeky laugh.
“I’m going to grab a water, do you want one?” you offered while standing and heading to the door. Chan nodded, then proceeded to work on his laptop. Rolling your eyes playfully, you headed out of the room and to the kitchen to grab some bottles of water.
Along the way, you spotted a familiar face and grinned. “Hey, Felix! How ya doing?”
The younger boy smiled widely and waved, placing his phone back in his pocket. “I’m doing well, I haven’t seen you in awhile.”
You chuckled at that and continued on with some small talk, catching up on anything that happened within the last time you both saw each other. It always made you feel at ease knowing you had another person to talk to fluently, since you were average with speaking Korean. It was refreshing to say the least. After it had been a good five minutes or so, you decided it was time to head back. Chan would probably start looking for you knowing it shouldn’t take this long to get a drink.
“I’ll catch you later!”
Felix nodded and waved you off as you went back on your way. For the first time in awhile, a smile painted your lips. These past few weeks of university had felt like the worst weeks of your life. Tests were growing harder as the middle of the semester had approached, and today had been your only break from the constant studying. Chan always had the ability to make you calm, and it made you realize just how much you needed him in your life.
As you neared his room, you could hear a couple of voices conversing in quieter tones. Growing closer, you could finally make up which voices they were which consisted of Changbin and Minho. Just as you were to enter, you came to a halt as your name popped up.
“I saw (Y/N) earlier today, I didn’t know you two were still dating. I don’t know what you two have in common, it’s a little surprising,” chuckled Minho. You could hear the sound of a swat and you could only imagine it was Chan hitting Minho.
“We actually have a lot in common, and I love (Y/N), why would we not be dating?” Chan stated, and Changbin could only hum in agreement.
Minho sighed momentarily after. “I thought you liked athetlicism in a girl, someone to work out with? It just caught me off guard, I guess.”
Your face scrunched up in discomfort, not knowing how to process this information. Is that really how Minho felt about your relationship? Not like his opinion really mattered, yet it still hurt especially because you always thought you two were friends. What came next really caught you off guard, though.
“She may not be the fittest person, but I love her and her personality. There are days where I wish we could work out together but I don’t know how to bring that up to her without it being insensitive, you know? At first I was unsure about it but I’ve definitely gotten used to her shape.”
“It sounds like you settled for her,” Minho spoke honestly. Changbin chimed in immediately after, disagreeing completely. “I think that’s a bit harsh.”
You hadn’t even taken into account the tears that were forming in your eyes. Those words were hitting you repeatedly in the chest, your breath being held in from fear of releasing a sob. You had always been sensitive to the topic of your weight, and the Korean beauty standards did not help. Every second that passed that you stood there became more and more overwhelming. Without thinking much of it, you quickly began walking to the entrance of the dorms, passing by Felix in the process.
“Whoa, where are you going so fast-”
The sound of the door slamming cut him off, and he stared blankly. What had caused you to storm off so quickly? Felix made his way to Chan’s room, seeing a few other members there. “Chan-hyung, why did (Y/N) leave so fast? Didn’t she just get here?”
Chan became alerted at the sound of this and saw that your bag was still on his sofa. You couldn’t go far without your things, at least that’s what he assumed. He cast a stare at Minho that resembled disappointment and huffed, grabbing your bag with him as he headed out the door. “I won’t be back for awhile, don’t wait up for me.”
Guilt began to settle inside of Chan as he wasn’t stupid. You were bound to hear the conversation whether he wanted you to or not. Never would he ever want to make you feel so worthless, and he honestly felt like a piece of shit. You always expressed to him that you were uncomfortable in your body, and he would instantly fight you on it that you were beautiful the way you were. Why did he even say what he said? He felt like an idiot. He took the elevator down, cussing to himself as it took its dear sweet time going down. Once it reached the bottom and the doors opened, he spotted your body leaving the entrance of the building.
“(Y/N)!” he called out before speeding out the door. Chan picked up the pace and caught a hold of your arm, stepping in front of you so you were blocked in from his body.
“Hey, baby, hey. What’s wrong? What happened?” he asked. His arms went to engulf you in a hug but you stood still, staring at the ground to avoid his gaze.
“I think you know what happened. . . “ you mumbled out.
Chan’s hands reached up to your face, brushing your hair out of your face gently. He could see the tears that were elegantly falling down your cheeks. You were so broken, he could see it very clearly in the way you were ignoring him. It honestly broke his heart at the sight.
“Hey, what I said in there- I do love you, I love you so much. I don’t care what size you are. I’m being fully honest. And who cares what Minho thinks, I don’t and you shouldn’t either.”
You grew a little irritated at that statement, glaring at the ground as you continued to avoid his eyes. “And what about working out with me? Have you ever even asked me if I wanted to work out with you? Or did you assume I couldn’t because I’m too big? Was I not what you originally wanted?”
Chan frowned. “I’m sorry I never asked, I am in the wrong for that. But you’re everything I could ever want and need. I’m sorry, I’m so sorry. Baby, I’m sorry.”
You nodded and leaned into his touch, your head bumping his chest. Chan took his chance and held onto you tightly despite receiving stares from the people on the street. His head reached down, placing innocent and tender kisses on your head. You knew deep down that Chan loved you, and sometimes he said stupid things. Who didn’t? What mattered most was his love for you, and you had to let it go.
“Let’s go out and do something.” he suggested. “I feel bad and I want to treat you to something.”
You smirked as you had a better idea in mind, biting your lip mischievously. You could remember that Chan’s room was the closest to the living area and kitchen, so you knew exactly what to do.
“Oh, I have a better idea.”
( one hour later )
“FOR THE LOVE OF GOD, CAN YOU STOP FUCKING SO LOUDLY?! JEONGIN DOESN’T NEED THOSE IDEAS IN HIS HEAD-” Jisung cried out.
“Nope!” you and Chan recited together. Payback was a bitch.
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Thomas Shelby X Son! Male Reader
Part One | Part Two
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You children asked for a second part so here you go! I hope you enjoy it because I really tried to make it good, I guess??
Summary: Reader has been living in London for two years now, so what happens when he bumps into his father, Thomas Shelby, while he is working for one of the most dangerous men?
Warnings: Angst, slight fluff, AlfiexReader, Thomas still being an ass, gangster reader, Langauge.
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“Just do what I say and get out of my fucking sight, god you all act like children! Who can’t do a fucking thing!”
“Now, now, darling. Take it easy on the boys their still new, don’t want to frighten them in there first day.” Said Alfie who sat behind his desk, reading through some documents and wearing his glasses.
It’s been three years since y/n had moved out of the Shelby family and into London. He remembers the night he was looking for a job only to bump into Alfie Solomon’s. The only thing is that he never knew that Alfie was a gangster as well, he simply acted like a normal man and showed no signs of being dangerous.
Y/n was cautious at first, feel unsafe for awhile but once he got to know Alfie a bit more he trusted him. The two got along very well, a little too well to the point where they would end up in each other’s beds.
The two weren’t exaclty together, they only slept with each other when they were stressed out or angry about a situation that had occurred during work or when a delivery went wrong and they had lost a lot of money for it which would cause them to lose there minds.
He’s been working with Alfie for such a longtime that he’s beginning to pick up a habit. He’s been yelling a lot to his new workers who are slow learners and have a hard time trying to keep up, it only frustrated y/n but Alfie is able to keep him from lashing out.
“Alfie they’ve been here for two weeks now, they should know how we work around here.” He grumbled out in anger as he sits on the chair that was across from the desk. Burying his face in his hands as he groans deeply.
“You’ve been giving yourself trouble, mate.” Alfie removes his glasses and sets them down. “Get some rest y/n, take a day off.”
“I am not resting until I know that our delivery has arrived on schedule.” He muffles out as he removed his hands from his face. Alfie was the man of alcohol and knew his ways to sell them while y/n used his free time to get connections on people for transporting goods.
Y/n was good with words while Alfie was good with business. The two worked together very well and are able to sell enough of there own product without causing any trouble or starting any wars with anyone else they knew.
“Since you won’t be resting then I think you should help me with this next customer or ours.” Said Alfie as he tosses the letters into his drawer, removing his glasses and looking up to stare at y/n who stood apposite of him. “Who?’ He suddenly asks, raising a brow in curiosity as too wondering on who this ‘special’ customer is. “Just someone who can help us with business so you’ll be there to listen and be a witness.”
“What about Ollie? He’s your assiasnte and probably the best one, he can stay here and be a witness.”
“Ollie will be here in case anything starts up but you will be making sure that the deal goes through with no problem.” Said Alfie.
Y/n could only roll his eyes, he hates being here during Alfies business. He always has to listen to the customer complain about their shipping and about what they sell and sometimes he just wants to smash their little heads against the desk for being so annoying. “Fine, ill help but if this customer gets annoying then I won’t hesitate to smash there head against this desk.” He warns him, walking over to grab his booklet that contained every information about the customers and about their deals and contracts.
“Great! Ollie, bring him in!” Alfie waves his hand towards Ollie who simply nods and heads out the double doors to get him. Y/n looks over his shoulder and rolls his eyes, grabbing some pens and more paper as he prepares himself. Once he has everything he doubles checks to make sure that he has enough paper to write down any notes that need to be written down.
“Mr. Shelby! Good to see you again.”
Y/n’s whole body froze in place once he hears that name. No, it can’t be, please not him out of all the people! “Sit, my partner here will be sitting with us and making sure that everything we talk about is written down.” He hears Alfie say, hearing the sound of chairs being pulled out and Mr. Shelby taking a seat. Y/n lets out a deep breath, gripping the booklet close as he straightened himself out.
He slowly turns around and gives Thomas a glance, his father was sitting in the same room as him.
“Thomas this is—“
“Y/n.” Thomas breaths out, eyeing his own son as he tries to read him but of course y/n wasn’t the same y/n that Thomas once knew. He was different, he changed throughout the years. “Mr. Shelby.” Y/n’s says back with a small frown on his face as he walks around the desk and pulls out a chair for hismelf, sitting next to Alfie as he opens the book and ignores his fathers stare. “Alright then, as we can see both Mr. Shelby and Mr. Solomons are here to today to form a contract between both business. Mr Solomons here owns a factory where he brews his own alcohol which would result a large percentage of the company while Mr. Shelby does horse raising and weapons as business. In order to work together Mr. Shelby would have to give us fifty percent of the company—“
“Twenty-five.”
Y/n looks up from his writing and raised a brow. “I’m sorry?”
“Twnety-five.” Thomas repeats himself as the two make eye contact.
Y/n gives him a small glare and sighs through his nose. “Mr. Shelby, if you want our help then you’ll have to negotiate.”
The room is silent as the two stare each other down. Alfie is able to break the silence by clearing his throat, “Listen mate, we said fucking fifty and if you don’t agree then I’ll put a bullet through your fucking head.” Y/n’s lips form a small smirk as he listens to Alfie, leaning back in his seat as he crosses his arms and raises a brow, “So, what’s it going to be Mr. Shelby? The fifty percent or the bullet?” Said y/n with an amused tone in his voice.
Thomas glanced over to Y/n before turning back to look at Alfie. “I’ll give you the fifty percent—“ Y/n smiles in victory as he sits up and grabs his pen again. “But your coppers will work for me.” He stops himself from writing anything down and scoffs. “Really?! You think you can take our own little army? Please, the coppers stay because the only thing you’ll be getting is alcohol shipped around the country with our name on it while half of the pay goes to you!” He exclaims, slamming his hands on the desk.
“Y/n, calm down.” He hears Alfie tell him which only angered him even more. “Alfie I warned you, the next time someone walked through those damn doors who I find very annoying would receive a slam on the face!” He slams his book shut and leaves the room, slamming the doors behind him as he walks to the back of the bakery where he could blow off some steam.
He glared at everyone that got in his way, shouting at them to get back to work as he makes his way to the back where fewer people were working and possibly filled with people that he actually liked. “Tough day Mr. Fox?” Y/n turns to his left to see one of the younger employees giving him a small smile and holding up a cup full of whiskey for him.
Y/n’s body relaxes and takes the drink from the young boy, “Like always.” He mumbles out and takes sip of the drink. “I heard the shouting, probably the loudest one anyone has heard from you.” He teases out, causing y/n to laugh a little as he shakes his head. Y/n has always had a soft spot for the kid, he was the only young one here and was desperate for work. He had a sick mother and two sisters to take care of, at first Alfie wasn’t very kind until y/n had to step in to convince Alfie to hire the boy and that he would be an excellent worker here. So, Alfie ends up agreeing once Y/n convinces him, since that day he’s been keeping a close eye on the kid.
The damn kid worked harder than anyone else in this factory, staying up hours as he brewed and making sure that everything come out well before showing Alfie his progress.,The kid was able to impress Alfie in less than a couple of days.
“You should give yourself a break, you’ve been working none stop.” He tells him as he watches the kid mop out the mess that he had made, shaking his head he hears him chuckle. “If I give myself a break then I’m losing hours,” he says. “My mothers blood cells aren’t going to take a break from rapidly growing and my sisters won’t stop eating.” He grips the mop in his hand and looks down shyly. “I need to keep working.”
Y/n gives him a small weak smile. “I understand.” He holds the empty cup in his hand and sets it down on one of the tables. “It wouldn’t hurt to give yourself a break, kid. You’ll need one eventually.” He reminds him, patting his shoulder as the kid nods in understandment.
“Y/n.”
He flinched from the sudden voice, removing his hand from the kids shoulder he straightens up to see Thomas standing by the entrance of the back part of the factory. “Uh—“
“Go see if you can find somthing to do in the front.” He suddenly says as he watches the kid nod, leaving the area in a hurry as he passes by Thomas.
Y/n crosses his arms over his chest and sighs. “What do you want?”
Thomas turns to look at his son, he can’t help but take him in. The last time he saw him was the night he was leaving to London, he still remembers that night clearly and he’ll never forget it. Thomas has actually tried to send out hsi own men to keep a close eye on y/n but once he stepped foot into London he disappeared forever. He never of him ever again and he’s tired to find ways to see him again but nothing would show up in the records.
“You’ve grown.”
“Your still old.” Y/n shot back.
Thomas chuckles to himself which surpises y/n since he’s never heard his own father laugh before. “What are you doing here?”
“I can ask you the same thing, why are you working for Solomons?”
Y/n shakes his head. “You heard what Alfie said, we’re partners we work together.”
“For how long?”
“Why does it matter?”
“Y/n.” Thomas’s voice goes stern, he wanted answers and he was going to get them wether y/n liked it or not. He watches y/n’s face shift as he glares at him. “Three years.” He whispers out.
Thomas looks away, has it really been three years? He’s been working with Solomons for three years and he never noticed, this whole time he was working for Alfie and he never knew. Maybe he was a horrible father, he never noticed y/n as a kid that he didn’t notice him working here. It wasn’t the first time that he’s stopped by too speaks to alife, maybe he was too caught up in the business talk that he never thought about Alfies people and how y/n was working amongst them.
“How much longer will you be staying in London?”
Y/n’s brows rose in surpise as he laughs. “DO you really think ill be coming back? You’re kidding right?” He continues to laugh, shaking his head in disbelief. “Thomas, I’m never returning to Birmingham and I will never step foot into the fucking town again.” He growls out this time in anger. Did his father really expect him to return, after everything he’s been through? He’s really trying to bring him back.
“Finn misses you.”
“You think that’ll convince me to come back?”
Thomas slowly shakes his head. “No.” He sighs deeply and reaches inside his coat pocket, taking out a cigar and placing it between his lips, lighting it up as he takes in a large inhale of the smoke. Y/n can only stare in disgust, he wasn’t one for smoking and besides it reminded him too much of his father. “The others don’t need me Thomas, I’ve been through enough hell just being under the same roof as you. So, go back to your family and tell them that Y/n Shelby died and will never be coming back.” With that he heads towards the exit, heading back to the main room.
“I’m getting married.”
Y/n froze, his back facing Thomas.
“I want you to be there, I want you to meet Grace and your brother.”
Y/n glanced over his shoulder to give Thomas a deadly look. “I have no brother and I hope your wedding goes well but my answer is no, I won’t be attending it beaucse your son is dead. I hope you can fix your mistakes and give this boy of yours a childhood that he deserves...” he sighs and turns back to look ahead. “Think about what your doing Thomas, are you really ready to become a father or are you only doing this to show your people how ‘good’ of a man you really are?” He doesn’t give Thomas a second glance as he continues forward, heading towards Alfies office to grab his things and to continue on with his own life, pretending that the Shelby family never existed to him and that he’s just a simple man who works for another powerful man that actually understands him.
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Need Someone (Part 3)
Summary: Reader gets into some trouble, and doesn’t know who else to call besides her best friend’s dad, District Attorney Andy Barber.
Warnings: age gap, mentions of kidnapping and attempted sexual assault, mentions of a rape kit, kinda cheating
Pairing: Andy Barber x Reader
Word Count: 1.9k
Note: Lets say reader is 18 and in senior year.
I came to when I realized a strong embrace pulling me against it. I was wrapped in a wool blanket, and sitting on the back of what seemed to be an ambulance. I lifted my head from where it rested on his shoulder, and looked up at Andy. His beautiful blue eyes flickered down to mine, and he gave me a soft smile.
“Hey there, honey. Took you awhile,” his voice was calm and smooth, and his breath smelled like coffee and mint,
“What happened?” I asked him curiously, my voice raspy from screaming. He drew a long breath in.
“Turns out, the perp...” he closed his eyes and shook his head briefly. He’s used to talking about this as a prosecutor. “The man who took you, it wasn’t the first time. I don’t mean to speak ill of the dead, but you were the only one smart enough to get away.”
“Oh,” I said nonchalantly. My brows furrowed as a question struck my mind and slipped out from my tongue. “What happens now?” I asked, keeping my eyes on the ground under the ambulance.
He cleared his throat; “Well, first we get you whatever you need. Then, we’ll go to trial.”
“How? He’s dead. Isn’t he? I killed...” I grimaced. “How?” I questioned, this time looking back up at him. He was staring out at the scene in front of us.
The blue and red lights on the four police cars parked in front of the house cast a glow on the surrounding area, the sun having gone almost all the way down. Yellow DO NOT CROSS! police tape has been put up as a perimeter around the house, and officers and forensic examiners went in and out of it.
“It’s called a Posthumous Trial,” he said, still not looking back down at me. “Happens after the person on trial is dead.”
I gave an obligatory nod and little hum. My eyelids drooped down, until I thought I would fall asleep with his arm wrapped around me once again. I tried staying awake, I did, but the sound of the sirens, and the inaudible babble, and his steady breathing, was almost soothing...
The sound of his rough voice roused me. “I’m not leaving you alone tonight. You can sleep at our house. I called your parents, they couldn’t book a sooner flight but they’ll still be back Monday-”
“I don’t want to stay over tonight, I’m sorry Mr. Barber, but I want to sleep in my own house, in my own bed.”
A sigh escaped his lips. “Okay,” he said, tightening his arm around me and tucking my head under his chin. My cheeks turned rosy as I suppress a smile.
“I thought you were calling me Andy now,” he said from on top of my head. I could feel his jaw move with every word. Now, I allowed the grin to appear on my lips, and even let a chuckle slip passed them.
“Fine. Andy it is,” I laughed.
“Another thing,” he started, “I’m not letting you be alone tonight, under any circumstances. I’ll sleep on your couch. We don’t have t tell Jacob.”
“Alright,” I agreed as a yawn formed in my throat. Pushing it back down, Andy’s eyes flashed towards me.
“Let’s get going,” he said, removing his arm from my shoulder and standing up. I followed, folding the blanket that was around me and tossing it into the ambulance. “We can get Chinese.” He said, holding his hand out for me, which was odd, but I took it anyways. He walked me to his car, and even opened the door for me.
With the brown paper bag filled with my favorite Chinese food on my lap, the cars and streets around us held my attention. Still in shock from the whole experience, I tuned out Andy and just tried to breathe steadily, focused on my chest rising and falling. My fingers drummed on the armrest, and before I knew it, we were back at my place.
Getting out of the car, I walked up to my front door with Andy close behind me, locking his car. I crouched down to fish under the welcome mat for the spare key. My fingers met the cool tip of the keychain, and I stood back up and slid it in the lock. Stepping in, I realized it was oddly cold inside. Kicking my shoes off and setting the food on the counter, I brought my hands up to rub my arms. Andy came in after me and shut the door, kicking his shoes off too, making sure he locked it the door.
“It’s freezing in here. I guess nobody’s been here to turn the heat on for the past three days,” I expressed, which he acknowledged with a hum.
“If you grab a couple blankets, I can make us plates and we can watch a movie?” He said, not making eye contact, leaning against the counter, arms folded over his chest.
“Sure, that sounds perfect,” I said, running up the steps before he could see that I was blushing.
I raided the closet, but I could only find one blanket. Luckily, it was a big, fluffy comforter. Climbing down the steps, I see Andy with his back turned towards me, putting the leftovers in the fridge. He had taken his black overcoat off and hung it on a chair; now he was in his black suit jacket, slacks, dress shirt and tie. He was at work when I called him.
“I could only find one blanket, but it’s big so...” I started, trailing off. He closes the fridge and turns towards me.
“Sounds good. Yours is over there,” He says, nodding over toward my kitchen table where two plates are set up across from each other filled with the delicious food. I made sure to thank him, which he returned with a smile and a “it’s really no problem” sort of wave.
He came to sit in front of me to eat. But first, he took of his suit jacket and hung it on the back of his chair. Then he sat. His hands came up to his tie, pulling it loose, but not completely off. He let out a small groan of relief, or satisfaction. and I almost choked on my food.. I assumed it felt like taking a metal-wired bra off at the end of the day.
I didn’t want to stare and come across rude, so I stared down at my plate, scooping up piles of chicken fried rice with my spoon. What would I say if he caught me? No, Mr. Barber, I wasn’t staring to be rude, you just make me horny?
Yeah. No thanks.
Fifteen minutes filled with awkward eye contact and sexual tension later, Andy had finished and gone to the sink to do his dishes. I was still working on my chicken fried rice. I guess I just didn’t have an appetite, I wonder why.
After deciding that I wasn’t hungry and that even trying to eat would take far too long, I ended up scraping everything into the garbage bin. I walked to the sink and did ran the water under my plate, grabbing the washcloth. Andy had just vacated the sink before me, and was now leaning against the island.
“Let me do that,” He said, moving to take the plate from me.
“Andy, I can still be a functioning member of society. Plus, nothing really even happened,” I said, avoiding his burning gaze.
“Nothing happened? Y/N, you were literally kidnapped. He might not have successfully gone through with anything that you know of, but you were unconscious for anywhere in between forty-eight and seventy-two hours. That’s plenty of time. I’m taking you to the hospital to get a rape kit done tomorrow.” I opened my mouth to protest, but he but a hand over my mouth. “I don’t want to hear it. I’m also taking you to a therapist. I’m not only your...your friend here, but I’m your lawyer now, too. Let me take care of you,” he said, eyes pleading, taking his hands in mine. I gave him a nod, and let him do my dishes, reluctantly.
Ten minutes later, we were seated on my three person sofa, scrolling through Netflix and sharing a blanket. I had changed into an oversized t-shirt and pajama shorts, and I let him borrow some of my dad’s sweat and a shirt. My dad wasn’t as muscular or as broad as him, so the shirts fit tighter on Andy. It was a beautiful sight to see.
After squabbling about what movie to watch for a few minutes, we finally decided on watching the Hunger Games.
About two hours into the movie, my eyelids started drooping and it was getting harder and harder to stay awake. Finally, my eyes shut completely and I could finally get some better rest.
I woke up to see that the screen had gone back to the browsing screen, and I blinked a few times to adjust my eyes to the newfound darkness of the room. The small clock on the TV read 11:34 pm. Shifting my head, I found that I was being held. By Andy.
His strong arms wrapped around me and his head rested atop mine, laying on his chest. His long lashes were a perfect additive to his peaceful expression. His chest moved up and down with me under it, and I couldn’t help but admire his perfection. I nuzzled my head into his neck this time, and fell back asleep.
A bit later, I was awoken by someone gently shaking me and whispering my name. It was Andy. I didn’t open my eyes, feeling like I had zero energy, and just gave a grunt in response, shoving my face further into the couch pillow. I heard him let out a little chuckle, and huff out something about how stubborn I was. I was surprised when he easily picked me up bridal style, but just nudged my head into his neck, breathing in his musky cologne. I hummed into his shoulder, and after I felt him easily carrying me up the flight of stairs that led to the bedroom, I felt him set me down gently in my bed and pull the covers over me, tucking them in around me.
He got on his knees in front of me, and stroked my hair for a few minutes. When he stopped, I opened my eyes. He got up, but not without whispering, “goodnight, Y/N.”
“Wait,” I whispered, causing him to whip around and get back to my level. My tired eyes met his concerned ones.
“I’m here, I’m here,” he said, going back to stroking my hair.
“Can you stay with me?” I whispered shyly, but frankly I was too tired to carry shame.
A moments hesitation, a sigh, and then, “I’m sorry, honey but you’re vulnerable right now and I would be taking advantage of you and that’s not how I want to do this-”
“Please. Please, I need you.” I said softly. This time, no hesitation.
“Okay,” he said simply. Shutting the lamp off, he walked around to the other side of the bed and crawled in beside me. Turning onto my other side to face him, he pulled me into his chest, and wrapped his arm around me. He placed a sweet kiss on my head.
“Goodnight, honey.”
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Attachment (Villain!Midoriya Izuku x Reader)
A/n:This fic was originally meant to be posted July 20th for @birds-have-teeth‘s Izumonth Server Collab! I enjoyed writing for this event and I hope you all enjoy this fic!
Warnings: Somewhat mature themes; reader is a sex worker; gun use; non-consensual touching of naked skin, but not quite groping; Slightly ooc Midoriya Izuku; Reader implied to not be the greatest at defending themselves
There’s a certain loneliness that comes into your mind when you’ve been put down all your life. It’s a form of depression everyone faces once in a while, one that hits some a little harder and hits others a bit less. Then there’s always a trigger and it hits some so low it’s nearly impossible for them to pick themselves back up.
Some have no idea where their sudden upset came from, settling for letting the slump pass over instead of getting to the root and removing that unneeded variable. Others know exactly what set off the feeling and rather hide it from themselves, wearing a facade over their emotions until they finally can’t handle all the turmoil. That usually leads to… unruly situations and one to a few lives get taken in the process.
Midoriya has observed enough to know that this… weak point can be manipulated into getting people tricked up in numerous webs for his own self gain. What point in time varies on the person and the situation, but people usually get pretty desperate once all the pieces finally hit just a little too deep for them to shake off the depressive state of unwantedness. He knows all too well himself what paths unwarranted thoughts lead you down when you’re trapped in desperation.
“Here’s the deal then… I help you if you help me,” However, as time passes and you’ve watched numerous people fall for the same trick from a couple of choice words, the small tug of remorse at the back of your mind eases into a silent plea of muddled feelings. Any struggle is resolved with a simple “for business” before he fast talks his way through another bungled, one-sided proposition that ends up with a once innocent civilian put behind bars for the blood they never had on their hands. Twisting fate in his scarred hands for the sake of his survival, “This whole situation will disappear if you just assist me in this one situation. You even get a cut”
There were a few successful missions here and there, and he always made sure to make his end of the deal rather quickly before anything could get too overly complicated. People would go missing and bank accounts would be filled with stolen money; Police turn their heads with a simple threat or bribe. Then the cycle repeats again and another kid that needs therapy gets sent down a dangerous path. If it was just a little over his jurisdiction, another body is left in the gutter of some busted neighborhood with little trace as to just what happened.
And those that couldn’t wallow in the filth of their crimes usually handled their own punishment.
He learns to lay low, move places, but never forget names or faces. The process can be emotionally tolling on him at times. Certain situations tend to remind him of his times growing up, those hopeless situations that crawl from the depths of your mind and keep you up on late nights. He pushes them away and continues with his day, keeping an eye out for his next victims before he hits the road again.
He passes numerous people on his way up to his apartment, his body swerving and curling in various ways to avoid the rambunctious space up the stairs and through the halls. He’s lucky to only bump into one person when he happens to glance away a moment. They’re also not paying much attention, squeaking out in surprise from the sudden collision and their hoodie falling in the aftermath.
They fall back a bit, catching themself with their back-foot before they can fully trip up while Midoriya manages to hold himself from the impact. He’s forced to take in their features, finding himself gazing upon them a little longer than he intends before tearing his own emerald eyes away from their form before he can embarrass and draw extra attention to himself. It doesn’t help that their seemingly tantalizing, (e/c) eyes curiously stare up at him. His body warms in a way that reminds him of his prepubescent awkwardness and his cheeks light up a rare shade of red he’s normally able to keep composed.
He clears his throat before his feet begin moving again to quickly remove himself from the situation before he can open his mouth. He’s only able to have enough decency to give a half-assed apology in the midst of retreating to his home. His heart beats a little faster and takes awhile to calm.
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He keeps notes on the surrounding tenants, documenting every inconvenience that they face and each unfortunate event that seems to surround their bubbles while he’s there. He tosses darts at possible targets daily as he keeps himself holed up in his small apartment.
It’s a little more than surprising when you get a set of darts as a housewarming gift to accompany the usual “Yoroshiku onegai shimasu”, especially an expensive, name brand set of this caliber, but there are times where you get lucky, I guess? Then again, it came from the person he practically bulldozed his first day of being here and they insisted the incident was their fault, buying them as a “makeup gift” or something? The gift was accompanied with the information of their name as well. He wasn’t opposed and accepted them with open arms (of course, sending the darts in to his associates to check before he properly used them) before coming to the quick decision to distance himself just a little more than he usually does (because there’s something up with the way he finds himself just a little more on the warm side when he talks to them).
His room smells like katsudon from some random takeout restaurant from down the street that he picks up on his way home from those times he goes in and comes home late. He carries a duffel bag to and from his office, filling them with a spare set and replacing them on days things get messier than planned. There are days he finds bloody weapons he forgot to get rid of and days where his neighbors become curious of his occupation. Both are brushed off in the same manor, taken care of and disposed of respectively.
He maps out the surrounding area for his next aim. He notes the various factors in notes, from the Pro heroes in this specific area to important landmarks he’d like to hit up for priceless souvenirs. He only takes a break to check and manage his time “responsibly”, but only the smell from his leftover boxes really distracts him by reminding him that he needs to probably get some food soon. It becomes a last priority each time he manages to push it away, but his body can only handle the denial for so long before he finally forces himself from his seat.
Midoriya steps out of his apartment once he gets everything he needs, pausing at the sight of his neighbor standing in front of their ajar door. He can only really see past it a bit, catching sight of maybe a chair and a stand? Their fingers are rummaging through a small pouch, their eyebrows furrowed and lips upturned in a pout as they search through it. He watches for a moment before releasing a sigh, walking up to them and clearing his throat to garner their attention.
“Are you looking for something?” He speaks up, his hands shoved in his pockets. His eyes catch the way their face lights up a shade or the nervous downturn their (e/c) eyes make. He takes note of the way their hold tightens around the pouch, the way they begin to sweat under his gaze before their eyes shyly glance back up at him.
“No. Not at all” They lie through their teeth, glancing down at their small bag one last time before they close it with a huff. They open their apartment door, sending him a quick smile, “Thanks for asking, though. I-I’ll see you around”
He stops himself from asking further, quickly nodding his own head and heading out the door of the building. He brushes the encounter off and instead focuses on getting himself a nice bowl of beef katsudon from down the street.
The trip doesn’t take him very long as he walks back in his apartment building with three plates stacked in a bag and a stick of pocky between his teeth. He stares ahead rather blankly as he mentally runs over the crap he’d recently gathered in passing. Some guy a few buildings down needs help with rent payment, a dad struggling over custody of his kid, and a washed up businessman needs enough money to get himself off the ground again. He grins to himself as his plans of another successful caper begin to formulate, so lost in his head he almost passes his door.
He pulls his keycard from his pocket, taking the time to swallow the cookie between his teeth before he gets the door opened. He pauses when he hears the door across the hall slam shut, his back straightening in panic and his body contorting to catch what happened. His eyes narrow at the hefty guy beside his neighbor’s door, rolling his eyes as the guy continues to knock at the door.
“Come on, (Y/n). You've gotta let me in. I’ve changed-” Midoriya sighs as he closes his door, his grip on his bag tightening as he fully turns around and walks up to him. He pulls on an old smile he only pulls in situations that are a little more sensitive and he prays it doesn’t seem disingenuous when he steps up to the door.
The guy is just a foot over Midoriya, bulkier and forcefully intimidating. His intimidation is so fake that Midoriya has to hold himself back from laughing. He settles for clearing his throat to garner the guy’s attention, holding the bag up and innocently tilting his head.
“Hey, is, uh, is (Y-Y/n) here? We sort of planned a l-lunch date for today…” He inwardly cringes at his own words, still managing to hold up the act. The idea of even doing something remotely that romantic with anyone was enough to get his cheeks flushing enough and his, as others say, green, doe eyes was enough to help pull off the innocent look for him.
“You don’t seem like much..” The dude looks him over, lip upturned in judging disgust. Midoriya has to hold back a roll of his eyes, his free hand making it to his back pocket and setting itself inside as he waits for the guy to finish sizing him up. The smirk that comes to that guy’s face seems to piss Midoriya off just a little more, his voice now louder and taunting, “You really couldn’t do any better, (Y/n)?!”
“LISTEN HERE, YOU PIECE OF SHI- Midoriya? H-Hey!” The sudden yank of the door causes Midoriya to jump just a little more than he thought it would. Hearing their tone of voice and the sudden rise in volume was a little more than surprising to him, especially considering how quiet and to themselves they tended to be when he was around.
“I said you could call me Izuku, i-if you wanted. We’ve already been through so much as is, (Y/n),” He watches their (e/c) eyes dart between the bag in his hand, him, and the other guy standing next to him. They seemingly calm down a bit, a bit of a nervous smiling coming to their face at the sight of Izuku being there. He lifts the bag a little more, stepping to be more in their peripheral vision and reassuring them of the situation, “I hope you don’t mind katsudon…”
“Come on then, Izuku” They open the door a little wider with a kind smile, turning away from them before walking inside. Midoriya takes a moment before following behind, grinning as he closes the door in the guy’s face.
He doesn’t know what to expect when he walks inside, but the barren apartment was a bit of a surprise. It shouldn’t have been. He’s seen people with gaping holes in their walls and others with cow sized rodents running around. This wasn’t anything new at all, especially in such a cheap apartment complex, but it didn’t connect with the housewarming/apology gift he received from them the first week he moved in. There’s a flyer on a small table conveniently placed near the front door. Green eyes scan over the paper covered in various shades of lustful blues and accentuated pinks, swiping the leaflet with finesse and walking just a little further inside after removing his shoes.
He pushes it to the back of his mind and instead focuses on sharing the katsudon he ordered. It was more than likely a little more lukewarm than either of them would have liked, but that isn't enough to wane his hunger as he pulls the take out bowls out of the bag. He passes (Y/n) some chopsticks, taking his own between his fingers and flipping the top off of his.
The two eat in silence. One believes it to be calming, allowing him to get a look around the room and properly inspect the other without seeming out of place, while the other finds it rather awkward as they search their mind for how to break it. When (y/n) finally does find the right words, they speak up almost meekly. It’s a great contrast from their fussing earlier, yet it was what Midoriya was used to hearing from them, “Sorry that you got involved with all… that”
That was one way to describe that encounter…
“It’s fine. We all deal with crazy people from time to time”
“Yeah…”
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That wouldn’t be the last time Midoriya would find himself stepping into a similar situation for his neighbor across the hall. It seemed every week there was some dick outside waiting on them, trailing them home, or practically trying to force their way into their apartment. It seemed almost non-stop and was very distracting from his job. He had plans he needed to work out and pawns to create to go in his stead, but instead he was playing hero for his resident next door. He could make it easier on himself and ignore the pricks outside, let them have at them however they were looking to. Turn a blindeye to it all and pretend he has no idea when they inevitably go missing.
However, the flyer on his wall above his laptop reminds him that he just can’t do that. He has to watch over them for a reason and to just let that go out of sheer annoyance won’t feign him much luck when he finally sends his next team out to the field. If he has to feed them every night, have his goons keep watch of them on their way to work at the darkest hours of the night as well as their way home at the very crack of dawn, and leave them small gifts for the better fit of their survival then he’ll do just that to ensure that this deal doesn’t just slip away from his fingers. A sex worker is more than essential to the very job spending time with (Y/n) was distracting him from, especially if they knew their way around the underground of this neighborhood.
They were good at their job, very good at their job. He’s visited once or twice, only really making his presence known as of late (how many times he has gone to see them prior to that is really only his concern and a personal choice on his part) so they’d talk more openly about it with him and stop dancing around their profession (pun intended). They had a proficiency to their movements that he’s rarely seen in such low par establishments which, added with their fluidity and attractiveness, made it pretty obvious why so many patrons try to find their way to (Y/n)’s apartment in an attempt to gain just a little more than a bit of lewd teasing.
His mind races with the various places and positions he can place them in for this to work, reminding him just how important it is for him to properly socialize with the tenant across the hall. Getting attached wouldn’t be much of a problem. It’s never been much of a problem to him before and it's not like he had much of a reason to keep up such a facade of caring after. Whatever happened to them after wasn’t much of his concern, even if taking them on for more missions later would make a couple a little easier-
That was the original objective, anyway. There’s no room for truly caring for someone when you’re working underground, no room for getting beside yourself and growing any bonds deeper than respected co-workers. Midoriya’s been doing this job for years, first starting out as an intelligence kid for one of the yakuza groups in his neighborhood. He’s seen what kind of hurt it can lead to by keeping people close and how climbing up the ladder of power adds to the heartbreaks caused.
Midoriya feels himself sigh as he shakes himself from thinking on the subject any longer, going back to his map of the High Cape, an expensive bar upstreet commonly used as a venue for support item bidding. One support item in particular had his and everyone else in the industry’s attention. He knew a couple of villains that would bid ten times the amount of money the device would actually go for and he could definitely use the money for his future projects. With the various vents and ducts in the building (mainly for quirk occurrences rather than heating and cooling the building), he’d need someone with a quirk or some similar ability that would allow them to easily slip by. His eyes move up his table, landing directly on the perfect person: A tenant down the hall, practically a teenager living on her own. She’s small enough for it and she could definitely use a cut of the cash they’d get-
“Hey, Izuku? I’m using your shower again” Midoriya jumps in his seat at the sudden opening of his door, his hands scurrying to put everything out of view. He turns around just as the door closes behind his intruder, towel wrapped around their body and the sparkly new loofa he bought them the other day held tightly in their hand. He’s seen this sight so many times the past month and it still manages to make his cheek tinge a hint of red at the idea of a bare body being there (it doesn’t help he has a very good idea of just what lays under there from the various performances of theirs he’s attended). Times like this make him feel more like their overprotective sugar daddy than an employer trying to get them in a job.
“You sure you don’t want me to pay your water bill? I don’t mind” He reminds as he watches them make their way to his bathroom. His swivel chair moves with his body as he stretches, the satisfying cracks his bones makes causing him to hum out in misplaced pleasure. He doesn’t expect too much of an answer back once the shower water comes on, turning his chair back to his desk and grabbing his planning journal, “I’m pretty close to just doing it against your will!”
He opens it up, reading over it’s contents. He adds a few more spare details as he thinks the plan over, sighing once more as he thinks over his current lab rats. He’s already planted the seeds for a few needed pawns, catching sight of their responses to his anonymous proposal and enjoying the way many of them were quick to send their responses to their designated areas. It makes him chuckle each time he sees those so ready to change their situation “for the better”. Those same people who jump at the deal without hesitation tend to be the ones to fully follow the plan through, do everything they're supposed to and deliver what he needs to his palm, yet they also do the irrational once the deeds they’ve committed really sinks in.
“You’re always writing in that thing when I come over” He hears their wet footsteps on the tiled floor before he realizes the water’s cut off.
“Don’t sit on the bean bag chair until you fully dry off” His jade orbs slowly look up at (Y/n), a knowing look on his face when he looks up to find them loosely dressed in one of his old t-shirts and, hopefully, a pair of underwear. He finds himself frowning seeing the fabric stick to their wet body the way it did, accentuating parts of them that he wished other people didn’t see. He sets his notebook down and trades it’s position for his phone (purposefully bugged in a way to keep out peepers), “Have you eaten today?”
The shrug he receives reminds him that he shouldn’t have bothered asking before he orders them something through one of his subordinates. His eyes gaze over their body again, this time lingering just a little longer. He turns away again, ignoring the way his cheeks warm.
Having them laid out on his bean bag chair, legs spread enough for him to get enough of a view to confirm that they were indeed wearing underwear added another rosy shade. It reminds him why he’s approaching them in such a protective way and why he has to make sure he gets close enough for them to trust him with their life.
“Do you trust me?” It’s a simple question. It should’ve been a straightforward response from here on out. He discretely reaches under his desk as they hesitate, keeping the steel device out of their line of sight as he stands to his feet.
(Y/n) nervously grins as Midoriya slowly approaches and there’s this look in his eyes that they’ve never seen from him. They stand to their feet themselves in a wary manner, glancing around for any indication that this was just a prank that they’d laugh off in a few minutes, “Of course I trust you… You’ve already done so much for me, it’d be kinda crazy for me not to-”
“But with your life?” Their heart stops when he pulls the gun out and aims it their way, his index finger close to the trigger and ready to pull it so easily, “Are you willing to dedicate yourself to my case if your survival depended on it?”
“What the hell are you talking about?!” He shoots once, the bullet just barely missing them and perfectly hitting the center of his dart board on the wall behind them. A sign that that’s not what he wants to hear, “Izuku-”
“Are you going to listen to whatever I say when the time calls for it?” The smirk on his face holds nothing more than amusement as he stares them down, patiently awaiting their answer. His head tilts to the side, eyes narrowing slightly as he speaks again, “We both know I’m the only thing keeping you alive and well… I’m really not asking for much and it really benefits you in the long run”
Another hesitant, painfully awkward silence follows that statement as (Y/n) thinks over their options at the moment. They could either defy his request and die right here in his apartment or they could accept his request and do whatever he says to keep yourself alive and, most probably, be taken care of the way he has been taking care of them. It doesn’t take rocket science to decide which was better at the very moment, “I trust you, Izuku...”
“Call me Deku when you’re working” He takes a step forward, the gun still threateningly being held. He flips it in his hold before getting it in a comfortable position again, enjoying watching the person before him squirm under scrutiny at the possibility of a bullet shooting through them. The whole scene gave him excited goosebumps, his coy smile still on his face as he watches them reveal their nervous ticks before him. All of this because they really thought he’d shoot, “Take my shirt off”
He watches as it comes off, the sight of their bareness almost enough for him to put the gun down and properly take it in. He releases a breath through his nose, stepping forward enough for him to reach out and press his fingertips into their skin. He pulls (Y/n) closer, the gun pressing into their side as he enjoys the feeling of having them flushed to his chest.
“I could kill you so easily and no one would know…” He buries his nose in their neck, the cold metal pressing a little harder into their skin as his hold on them tightens. Deku feels the tremble in their breathing and it almost makes him chuckle as he’s quick to reassure, “A shot here would cause quite a bit of damage, but not an immediate kill-” He digs the barrel more into their skin, almost enough to leave an indent, before he lifts it to their forehead with a degrading laugh, “Here would definitely kill you immediately”
His hand eases down their side, relishing in the soft feeling of their skin and giving weightless squeezes. He stops just above their hip, fingertips brushing over the waistband of their underwear (which he ensures to pull back enough to startle them, but not really harm them), before his fingers slowly ease up with feather-like touches. He pulls back a bit and lifts the gun to their chin to have their (e/c) eyes meet his. The look they gave him seemed vacant, yet submissive in a way he wasn’t used to seeing from them. It causes a small ping in his heart and a soft shade to come to his face once he realizes just how close he was to the very naked (Y/n) in the middle of his apartment.
“Stuff like this would leave you vulnerable during an assignment, y’know? I won’t always be there to protect you from getting taken advantage of…” He’s quick to back away, lifting their hand and setting the gun there. He closes their hand around the trigger, circling around and leading them to hold the gun up properly, “So I might as well teach you how to use it, right? A thank you gift”
He ignores the warm feeling in his chest at having them pressed against his body again (this time with the added bonus of him being more self aware) and continues with his instructing, pulling away to let them try at shooting at the target just above his desk. He throws advice towards them here and there as he grounds himself against, thinking over just how he was going to get through the rest of this without his feelings developing beyond this point.
He reminds himself that he was just trying to warn himself of this very things, his hands reaching over carefully and helping them aim just a little better. It allows him to get a feel for how cold they are, their goosebumps riled up against the skin of his palm enough indication. He tugs his jacket off before he carefully drapes it over their shoulders, lifting the wet shirt from before off the ground, “Go ahead and get comfortable again while I take care of this. The food’s right down the road”
“Hey, Izuku? I meant what I said about trusting you, even if it costs me my life in the long run…” He originally took their nod a bit ago as an okay sign of where they’d just left off and it would’ve been enough confirmation for him to retreat with the wet clothing in his hand. However, he stops once he hears them speak up for the first time since he forcefully interrogated their loyalty to him and their words are enough for his heart to pound in his chest a different way than the original adrenaline he’s used to feeling when having someone swear their allegiance to him, “I’ll do what I’ve got to if it means helping you after everything you’ve helped me with this past month”
Typically, Deku doesn’t find himself too concerned with those he signs contracts with. The process is cut and dry: He helps them and they help back. How they go about their lives after has nothing to do with him as long as they’re not caught snitching. He’s seen various different responses and scenarios play out with these random civilians, situations he’s learned to let happen as they are because they’re out of his jurisdiction. He knows he could probably save a few lives if he wanted with the power he has baking behind him and maybe he could save certain people from prison, even if they put themselves there.
None have managed to make him tear up the way he currently did. He realizes just how attached he’s gotten to (Y/n) in a little over a month (which is really a big jump when compared to the literal months he’s spent with others that were nothing more than irritating) and it’s so hard for him to just accept that they’ve taken the job without much hesitation or question. He knows what that can mentally do to a person, he’s seen it before his own eyes. There have been more than many times someone’s realized they got screwed over after putting everything they had into a job and then for them to take a gun, knife, or maybe even using their own quirk to take that last breath. He’s never been so… concerned over how someone’s life would be majorly fucked from agreeing to his terms.
And all he’s really left to do is mentally reprimand himself for allowing himself to get so attached to some random sex worker he met by chance in the midst of moving into his apartment building. This was going to be a little more than a mess of blood on his hands when he finally gets that support item.
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Lines
Based on some prompts:
“We’re not just friends and you fucking know it”
“Would you just shut up and listen to me for two goddamn seconds?!”
Set in season 8
Lines. A concept Hailey was struggling to grasp in multiple areas of her life. Moral lines. Ethical lines. Personal lines. Friendship lines. They all seemed to be blurring together. Voight had sent her to New York because the lines in the FBI were very clear. And he had been right. The lines in New York were laid out in front of you, shining as bright as the lights in Time Square. Hailey could put on a good show, she could stay well within the lines if she wanted too. The problem was, she didn’t. The lines at work, the moral and ethical ones, those were easier to maintain. Especially with the threat of being fired lingering over your head. Hailey had been back from New York for a few weeks now. Her higher ups while she was there had sent Voight an outstanding report, told him she had passed with flying colors and that they would love to have her back any time. They had even proposed a job offer to her the day before she left. She had scoffed at it then, but now, as she sat on a bar stool in Molly’s with her head swirling, the idea didn’t seem so bad.
The entire time she was in New York, she had been counting the seconds until she was back home in Chicago. Back with her unit, back in her condo, back with Jay....The latter of that list was proving to be an issue. Hailey hadn’t really been surprised when it was Jay who picked her up from the airport when she returned, or when it was Jay who picked her up the next morning for work, coffee and a bagel in hand. It wasn’t surprising when the first thing Jay had wanted to do after they finished her first shift back was to meet for some beers and do ‘their thing’. Hailey had wanted that too, if she was being honest. Talking over the phone, or even face-timing, just wasn’t the same as being in his presence. She couldn’t quite put her finger on what it was that made being with Jay so...special. But then the little voice in her head reminded her that it was because she loved him. She loved Jay. She had known that all along she thought, although it wasn’t something she had really faced until the moment Vanessa said it point blank in the waiting room after he had been shot. Of course she loved him, he was her partner. Those are the words she had told Vanessa, and they were the truth. She loved Jay, as a partner, they had grown extremely close over their years of working together and they just flowed so easily together. Vanessa’s statement had alluded to more though, and it was in the moments that followed, the long and agonizing moments of waiting for Jay to wake back up, that she realized it was more than a platonic love. She didn’t just love Jay, she was in love with Jay. The realization had rocked her to the core. It had shattered her walls that she had so carefully built and then when she was finally able to talk to him, to take him home, she almost blurted them out. She had started the conversation and her heart fluttered when she saw a brief moment of hope spread across Jay’s face, hope for what she wasn’t sure. Jay didn’t feel the same way for her, that much was guaranteed. He was an amazing guy and an even more amazing friend. He listened to all her dark and twisty thoughts, he knew about her past and they way it affected her to this day, and yet, he never ran away. He was there, always. A constant in her life, a rock. His phone had interrupted them in that moment and Hailey was able to have a minute of clarity, a minute to stop herself from ruining their partnership, their friendship. Jay had asked her what she was going to say, but she was able to brush it off easily and he never brought it up again. That alone was proof enough for her that he didn’t feel the same way. She was certain in that moment in his hospital room, that her body was radiating her feelings for him and you would have to be clueless to not pick up on that. Although, Hailey chuckled to herself and took a sip of her beer, Jay could be pretty clueless sometimes. After that moment in the hospital, Hailey had managed to securely push those thoughts down, locking them away and tossing out the key. She was able to work with him, day in and day out, without her true feelings affecting either one of them. These were lines she could stay within easily, Jay was too important to her to risk losing. Having him as her partner and friend, remaining status quo, would be all she needed. That was, until Voight sent her to New York. And then all the lines blurred. The more Hailey focused on staying within the lines of work, the more the lines of her personal life began to disappear. She spent almost every night on the phone with Jay, both of them hashing out their days at work, both admitting they were ready to be partners again because no one got them quite the same way. Hailey had said multiple times that she missed Chicago, missed working with Intelligence, missed the food.....on one particularly rough day she had even admitted to missing him. His tone had been light and teasing as he didn’t let her comment go unnoticed, but she had managed to recover and get off the phone with him before she could let anything else slip out. But now she was back in Chicago, back with Intelligence and back with Jay. Voight was keeping a careful eye on her, waiting for the second she might slip up and that made staying within the lines at work pretty easy. Jay however, was another matter entirely. They had been spending almost every night, either at his place or hers, drinking beers and watching crappy TV, talking over the cases they were working, or the drama of the people they worked with, and consuming way more pizza then she cared to admit. Having him back in her life, having his presence once again be a constant that she could rely on...it was making those lines extremely hard to maintain. He didn’t realize what he was doing of course, the small gestures of coffee in the morning or checking in after a particularly hard chase, the little smiles he would send her way or the jokes he would make when they were bored at work. Or even at home, whomever’s that may be, when he would stretch out on her couch and his feet would brush against her leg, or if she was at his place and they would get to close in his tiny kitchen, both laughing it off. He didn’t know that each of those moments would send her heart racing and make her breathing hard to maintain. He was all around her, even when he wasn’t. When she was alone in her apartment, all she could picture was him there. Or if she was working with a different partner, she would spend the entire time comparing their actions to Jay’s. It had been wearing down the cage she had locked her feelings in to. On multiple occasions she had felt herself ready to break and to tell him the truth. Thankfully, something had stopped her every time. But it was getting harder and harder to control. So that’s why, after they had a rough case today, one they would normally meet and hash out, she had told Jay she didn’t want company tonight. She had paced about her place for awhile, knowing that if she stayed he would inevitably show up. So she had grabbed her keys and headed out the door. Hailey knew it was risky coming to Molly’s, knew that there was a fair chance if Jay didn’t stay home, this is where he would be. But part of her was hoping that would be the case. His look of hurt when she shut him out and crushed her, he had pushed back, stating he knew this case was hard on her and that they should talk it out, but she had just built her walls up higher and kept him out. It wasn’t necessarily an argument between them, but it was certainly a harsher conversation then they normally had. And she knew shutting him out would hurt him.
She sat at her table in the corner of the bar, slowly nursing her second beer, when she glanced up and saw him walk in. His eyes instantly met hers, finding her easily in the crowded bar as if he knew she was here. She followed him as he grabbed his own beer from the bar and then headed her way. She steeled herself in the chair, throwing walls up left and right, and picked at the label on her bottle. He finally reached her table, setting his beer down with a clunk before settling in to the chair across from her. He remained silent as his eyes studied her features. She could feel him staring but kept her eyes glued on the label she was picking at. Suddenly, his hand moved into her line of sight, taking hold of her bottle and setting in down in front of her. Now, empty handed, she had no choice but to look at him. Her eyes met his before quickly darting away. She felt vulnerable and realized that he would be able to see right through her.
“Hailey...” He said her name slowly, his low tone causing her heart to skip a beat. She couldn’t reply, didn’t trust her voice to not give her away. So instead she just met his eyes again. His eyes were filled with concern and it didn’t make this situation any easier. “I thought you didn’t want company tonight.” He challenged her to speak, to say something, anything.
“I didn’t.” She retorted quietly.
“Then why come here?” He asked, not accusingly, just truly curious.
“I was out of beer.” She lied, reaching for her bottle and taking a sip.
“You’re never out of beer.” His response brought a smile to her lips, one she tried to hide behind her bottle.
“My house was too quite.” Hailey mumbled, it wasn’t a lie. Her house had felt deafeningly silent.
“I would have come over...” Jay spoke carefully, not able to get a good read on her.
“I know.” Hailey whispered, taking the final bit of beer into her mouth.
“But you didn’t want me too.” It wasn’t a question, but a statement to confirm he was on the right track. Her eyes met his again and she tried to convey an apology as she stood from her stool and went to leave. His hand gently grasped her upper arm, preventing her from leaving and the slight action made her temper flare. She jerked her arm away, sending him one final look before darting out of the bar. He followed her, of course he would follow her. She was almost to her car before he caught up, hollering her name across the parking lot.
“Hailey!” Jay yelled, jogging to close the gap between them. “Hailey, wait!” He called as she reached for her keys.
“I just want to be alone Jay.” She huffed, feeling tears threaten to form in her eyes. The last thing she wanted was for him to see her cry. She wasn’t even sure why she would cry, but the sudden surge of emotions was a powerful one.
“Hailey, we should talk about today...you should talk about today..” Jay pushed, not ready to give up this easy. Her eyes met his and she saw something there she hadn’t before, something she couldn’t quite name.
“I don’t need you to be my friend tonight Jay.” She lashed out, nostrils flaring and tears brimming.
“We’re not just friends and you fucking know it!” He countered back immediately. His words took Hailey’s breath away and she struggled to comprehend what he just said.
“Yeah Jay, we’re partners Partners don’t need to talk every little thing over. I’m fine!” She finished with a yell, hoping her words weren’t doing permanent damage. All she wanted to do was escape this moment, drive home and then pretend that nothing had happened tomorrow. But she knew Jay wasn’t going to give up that easily.
“Hailey, it’s not every little thing. But this case...I know it got to you..and that’s okay. I just want to make sure you’re okay.” His words were a mix of anger and pleading with her to not shut him out. “We don’t even have to talk about the case, I just want to spend some time with you-” She cut him off before he could continue, her heart couldn’t handle the way he was speaking and she knew she was going to misinterpret his words as something else.
“We talk about everything Jay. I told you I’m fine! We don’t need to be together all the time.” Her words came out harsher than she intended and she saw the hurt flash through his eyes. She knew she had finally pushed him to the point of anger and knew his temper was flaring. She started to speak again, to find a way to back peddle some how and undo some of the damage. “Jay...”
“Hailey....we don’t have to talk about today. That’s fine. But there’s something else I’ve been wanting to ask you..” He trailed off, looking suddenly nervous. Hailey’s heart was racing, not knowing what was going to come next. “I just feel like things have been different between us, like...I don’t know...more? And I keep replaying that day in the hospital...”
“Jay...it’s nothing.” Hailey cut him off, head swirling with a wide range of emotions.
“What were you going to say?” He asked, eyes drilling into hers.
“Nothing.” Hailey’s eyes dropped to the ground, knowing if she kept looking at him she would break.
“It’s not nothing Hailey.” He pushed, seeming to know what she had wanted to say. Or at least that’s what Hailey’s heart was hoping for and she couldn’t let this happen, she couldn’t risk losing him.
“Jay...don’t. Please. It’s nothing. We’re good. We’re partners-” She stammered and Jay finally cut her off, after he had been trying to speak over her the entire time.
“Would you just shut up and listen to me for two goddamn seconds?!” He said loudly, still not quiet a yell. Hailey swallowed hard and stayed silent as she waited for him to continue. “I just...Hailey I know..or at least I hope that I’m not completely crazy here but...I..” He stumbled over his words, not sure how to phrase it right. He gave up and took a step closer to her. Hailey’s eyes widen as she looked up at him quickly closing the gap between them. She had to tilt her head to meet his eyes now, he stood close enough she could feel his warm breath battling against the cool air around them.
“Jay...” She all but whispered his name, her words failing her as he saw his face change. His hand came up slowly and gently cupped her chin. Her heart stopped and the breath hitched in her throat. She knew what was about to happen but she couldn’t stop it, she didn’t want to stop it. He leaned in slowly, eyes never leaving hers and searching for a sign he should stop. She didn’t give him one and he finally closed the gap between them. His warm lips pressed into hers and she felt the world explode around her. It was soft and slow at first, both too timid to make the next move. But his lips continued to work against hers, giving her the confidence to reach her hands up around his neck, pulling him slightly closer. He moved his hands to rest on her waist and she felt the heat grow within her as if his hands were warming her from just a touch. They continued until they both needed to come up for air, their breathing coming out in a matched rapid pace. Jay’s eyes met hers again and she saw a sparkle to them she had never seen before. Her eyes were still wet from her earlier tears but she couldn’t help the small giggle that bubbled up from her chest. He smiled down at her, looking sheepish but ecstatic.
“I hope that was-” He started but she cut him off, using her hands still clasped around his neck to pull him back in.
“Shut up.” She told him with a smile before their lips crashed back in to each other.
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Synopsis: Yn Ln is an environmentalist - Miyagi University’s very own campus ‘Green Thumb.’ One day Hinata Shōyō who happens to be a close friend of Yn, invites them to come to one of his races. The only problem is that this race of his, is illegal. Read the journey of Yn who has been sucked into the world of illegal street racing with the one goal: to create an eco-friendly race car.
TW: street racing, some swearing
WC: 1.2K
Pairings: Oikawa x reader, Iwaizumi x reader, Kiyoko x reader (not poly)
Masterlist
Route Three
Oikawa finds himself racing around the streets of Miyagi at full speed. There is no one insight and the only sounds that can be heard are the boisterous humming of the car and the slow low-fi music playing on the radio. Oikawa has already passed the first checkpoint and he is on his way to the next. He feels the pressure when he sees two cars gaining on him.
‘No, not yet. I haven't caught up to Ushiwaka.’
Oikawa cranks up the gas and takes a risky turn down a dingy alleyway, he knows it is not a dead end - in fact it is his secret shortcut. The other cars don’t follow him down, he thinks they are probably laughing at him. He realises it was risky to go down the alleyway with other drivers watching but surely they wouldn't catch on. And besides, even though they were gaining on him, they were a good kilometre away and the area was littered in alleys, it was easy for someone to get confused.
He skilfully navigates his way through the twists and turns of the narrow alleyway before he comes out into the street - the two races nowhere to be seen, whether that be a good or bad thing he will have to wait to find out. Oikawa decides to stay on track and go as fast as he can to the finish line - the arena. He notices that the screaming is getting louder, he is almost at the third checkpoint now. When Oikawa closes in he realises that the cheers were not all for him, Ushijima Wakatoshi had just driven past and was well on his way to the finish line - to first place.
‘Fuck!’ he says, ‘I'm not too late I can reach him! I can reach him!’ Oikawa continues to race through the streets.
He sees the bright lights of the arena and he pushes his pedal harder - though it is not like that helped as his car was already doing the max speed. Oikawa crosses the finish line at almost record speed. Almost.
The cheering is loud, so loud. But it is not for him. Maybe some of it is. Ushijima cleared his previous record, he came first. Oikawa lets his car slow down as he runs laps around the drag track. Once the car slows enough to come to a halt at the pit stop he leans back into his seat and lets out a frustrated sigh, ‘today wasn't the day, but neither was last time, or the time before that and the time before that-’
‘But your time will come. It won't be easy and it'll take a lot of hard work, but your victory will come and it will be so much more satisfying after all these defeats.’
Oikawa looks up to the man who opened his door, ‘Iwa-pooh,’ he says, ‘thanks.’
Iwaizumi offers a rare soft smile at his best friend, ‘it’s okay.’
When Oikawa steps out of the car he sees his team cheering, Hanamakki runs up and headlocks him; ‘you may have lost the battle but we have won the war!’
‘W- what the hell are you on about?’
‘Look! Seijoh ranked higher than the rest of Shiratorizawa! We came first overall!’
Oikawa stares up at the board, ‘wow,’ he breathes out. It wasn’t often that anyone bet Shiratorizawa overall, but it had happened - Seijoh is the winner. The team runs over to them and together they cheer and celebrate.
‘Nice going, captain!’ Says Mattsukawa
Oikawa looks at his teammate and grins, ‘nice going as well, you raced good.’
♞
‘Better luck next time, Shouyou!’ you say as you pat your friend’s back.
He slumps further down into the chair, ‘next time’ he mutters over and over again.
You remove your hand from his shoulder as you make your way over to Kiyoko. ‘So, I guess I'm willing to speak with you. Let's hear your side of the story.’
She offers you a kind smile, ‘thank you.’
You face away from her, ‘why don't we head over to a convenience store? We can get a drink and talk about it.’
‘I’d like that.’
The two of you say your goodbyes to everyone and you text Oikawa to let him know that you will not be able to make it tonight - though you sort of figured he would not have come either, Seijoh did win after all.
The two of you leave the venue and make your way to your car. The ride to the closest Seven-eleven is deafeningly silent, almost hard to breathe in. You try to focus on your breathing, there is so much to be said and you want to listen and take it all in.
♞
You find yourself sitting next to her facing a playground, the night is quiet and the only sounds you can hear is the soft breathing of Kiyoko and the beating of your heart. ‘I suppose I should start off by saying I'm sorry.’
You sigh and turn to face her, ‘yeah that seems reasonable.’
She smiles a bit and looks down to her lap, ‘I'm so sorry for leaving like that, it wasn't right and I know it's so cruel for me to come back here to you but… it's just- I know we’re meant to be. I go for a few weeks and when I come back you're here, at my workplace- well, night work. We’re going to be around each other for awhile. Maybe, maybe this is actually fate. When we started dating we were so young, can we restart - as adults?’
You draw in a large breath, ‘Kiyoko, I miss you - I really, really do but this is all so sudden. I came into this racing scene because Shouyou asked me to and because I'm able to help build this amazing eco friendly car! Just imagine how much better the climate will get without all these cars, imagine if we can actually do it! Imagine the differences we can make. That car- this car that I will build with Karasuno has the potential to be revolutionary, it takes top place in my mind…’
Kiyoko waits a few seconds to make sure you are finished, ‘I understand, your passion for the environment and this car, and also how overwhelming this all must be for you, maybe… maybe we can just start off as friends for now?’
You smile at her, ‘I’d like that.’
She smiles back, ‘it’s nice to have you back, as a friend of course. So how are you finding this whole racing scene?’
You look up at the sky, carefully calculating your answer; ‘I like it. I like that I've met so many different and interesting people. I like that I've been reunited with two people who used to mean everything to me. I like that it changes pace. I just like it.’
‘Reunited with two people who used to mean everything,’ she quotes, ‘who might these people be?’
‘You side eye her, ‘well you for starters, and Haji - my childhood best friend.’
‘I see,’ she says as she looks down to her lap.
You let out a yawn and stretch your arms; ‘I'm tired, let's get going now.’ She stands up and gives a hum of agreement before the two of you make your way back to your car.
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Come Back - V x GN!Reader
Warning: Angst and depression
V x Gender Neutral Reader
4,857 words
Fanfic Summary: This takes place after Devil May Cry 5. You have been depressed ever since V merged back with Urizen. Today, you feel just that and also sadder but have no idea why. You try to get through work but that doesn't work out too well. You're just grateful your friends help you out.
You were lying in bed debating if you were up to going to work or just call out sick. You weren’t sick per se but you knew you felt off. If you had to describe how you felt, you would say depressed but with more sadness. Something about today intensified the sadness but you had no idea what. It’s been a couple months since V “left” but you already knew that’s why you’re depressed. You just had no idea why you felt sadder than before. Nothing eventful or serious happened recently. So, you kept trying to think of why you felt like this.
You dismissed your alarm as you made your way to the window. You greeted the gloomy view: rain pouring onto the grey world. As you stood there you remembered how your mornings started. V turning towards you trying to reach your alarm. He would purposely push on your head instead of the alarm. You would imitate the alarm until Griffon yelled for you to shut up and shut off the fucking alarm. You would shut it off and lie on V’s chest while running your finger on V’s tattoos. V would be sly and try to initiate morning sex by leading your hand to his lower region. One of your hands would push his head towards you for a kiss. Your other hand would be stroking V’s cock. Before you knew it V would be on top of you and the mind blowing sex would begin. But that’s just a memory. You would never feel his embrace again.
Ever since V “left” your entire world has turned into the view you were looking at: a grey and gloomy blur. At first, you felt angry and sad. You would cry yourself to sleep every night. As time went on, you started to shut down. You did the bare minimum to take care of yourself. You didn’t want to go out as much. Instead you slept most of your free time away. Everyone tried to cheer you up and be there for you but you felt it was futile. Sure Kyrie invited you to hangout with her and Nero but she always does. Everyone always invites you to hangout with them but you never want to. You always assumed you'd ruin everyone’s mood or were just invited out of pity. Before you knew it, you stopped talking to everyone except Kyrie.
You believed that nothing was ever going to make you feel the same as when V was around. V took a part of you and you were never going to get it back. He left a void that only he could fill. The light inside of you was dying. You missed V so much. You missed his voice, his touch, the way he used his cane as a violin, everything. All you wanted was for V to come back but that wasn’t going to happen...not completely. You knew that V and Urizen merged to become Vergil once again but it wasn’t the same.
You didn’t want to continue thinking about the past so you decided to go to work. You stepped away from the window to look for some clothes. As you were searching you felt something familiar. You pulled out a black tank top with a few holes and you knew it was V’s. You took a deep breath and used it to wipe your tears. You don’t know how but it still smelled like him. You fell onto the floor silently crying into the tank top. You missed the times when you and V cuddled while he read poetry to you. Shadow would be lying on the floor. Griffon would be falling asleep or crack a smartass comment about how he already heard the poem V was reading to you. Thinking of those times made you smile but it was bittersweet.
As soon as you got in the office you were told to get multiple documents prepared, signed and mailed before the day ended. You went to your desk and started to mindlessly type the day away. Your subconscious knew what it had to do but you had no idea what you were doing. You just had to do what you could to make today end sooner.
From time to time your mind would torture you by coming up with daydreams of V coming in to go to lunch with you. He would stand in the waiting area until you caught sight of him. You would jump out of your desk and run to him. You would kiss him so hard and hug him so tightly he would have to ask you to let him breathe. He would look down at you with his devious emerald eyes and sincerest smile. You would try to compose yourself but end up burying your face in his chest.
Another was Griffon flying up to your office’s window with a bouquet of flowers. Everyone would be freaked out by the giant blue talking bird but not you. You’d blink multiple times to reassure yourself what you were seeing is real, then go to the window. Griffon would be asking you if you didn’t recognize him and tell you to hurry up. You’d look down to the ground and see V. You’d mouth “wait” to him then race out of the office to see him. You would greet him with your biggest smile then drag him away with you not caring where you went. V would pull you under the umbrella with him while telling you he doesn’t want you to get a cold. You would kiss V and tell him how much you missed and love him.
Now you really wanted nothing more than for this day to be over. You were either torturing yourself with work or the false hope of ever seeing V again. You tried your hardest to focus on work but you kept losing it. Your mind wouldn’t let you stop daydreaming about V coming back. You weren’t sure how much more of this torture you could take.
You looked at the time on your computer hoping you would be able to go home soon. Sadly, your lunch break wasn’t for another hour. You leaned back and listened to the conversations going on around you. You overheard someone mention today’s date. Today was your birthday. V told you he had something special planned for you. You tried to pry your surprise from him but he wouldn’t budge. Every time you asked Griffon snickered.
A co-worker came over to you singing “Happy Birthday” while the rest of the office sang along. Once the song was over she asked if you had any birthday plans for tonight. You tried to keep calm while telling her you had work to do and had no time to converse with her. She wouldn’t budge and kept trying to guess what your plans were. She guessed a party with friends and family but you gave no indication if she was right or wrong. Her next guess was a romantic dinner with your boyfriend. She took your eyes widening as the indicator that she was right. She tried to find out who you were dating while going off about how lucky you are to have a boyfriend.
You couldn’t contain yourself any longer. Of course you knew how lucky you were to have him but that was the problem. V was no longer here; no longer with you. You wanted to scream at your co-worker to shut up but literally bit your tongue. You bolted out of your chair, pushed your co-worker aside and left work. Everyone stepped out of your way. They assumed you were sick so they didn’t stop you from leaving. You didn’t care if you got fired for leaving early without notice. You just wanted to get away from everyone and find a place to cry.
Part of you was driving home with tears running down your face. Part of you was internally screaming and trying to contain it until you got home. Everything merged together creating one giant blur. You honestly didn’t know how fast you were going or which way you chose to go home. As you tried to turn left, you saw something blue. You slammed on your brakes before running anyone over. The blue thing returned the favor by hitting your car bringing you back to reality. He was going to yell how terrible of a driver you are but stopped himself. You both recognized each other.
“(Y/N), are you alright?” You barely heard Nero because of the car horns but couldn’t answer. All you did was shake your head “no”. You gripped the steering wheel tighter and lost it. Every emotion you have been feeling since this morning came out. You couldn’t contain yourself any longer. You screamed so loud that people thought you were injured. Nero reassured everyone that you were okay (physically). He knew how much you missed V. He knew how much it killed you to see him and Kyrie together. He tried his hardest to help you cope with the loss but it was getting harder for him to.
Your tears were flooding out of you. You couldn’t stop. Nero walked over to your car and tried to calm you but to no avail. He knew he was going to have to drive you home. He opened your car door and put your car into “park”. He then unbuckled you and carried you to the passenger side. The entire time you were apologizing to him for ruining his day and bothering him with your mess. Nero kept reassuring you that it was okay for you to feel the way you felt and you had nothing to apologize for. Deep down you knew what Nero told you was true but hearing some assholes yelling at you to hurry up and get the fuck out of the way didn’t help you.
By the time Nero got you home your voice was completely lost. You were trying to silently cry to yourself. You felt so bad for getting Nero involved. (Also for almost running him over.) You gave Nero a hug and reached for your keys. Nero playfully pulled them out of your reach. He opened the car door to get them further away from you causing him to fall into a puddle of mud. You couldn’t help but laugh. Nero gave you a “what the fuck look” but soon laughed with you.
Kyrie greeted the two of you as you two got inside. She gave Nero a kiss as he headed to your bathroom. She gave you a big hug as she led you to your dining room table. All of Devil May Cry was sitting at the table with a big birthday cake sitting in the middle. You couldn’t believe they were here. You thought they would forget about you since you haven’t talked to any of them for awhile. You looked up at them with a big smile. You were happy that everyone came to see you today. In between sobs you said “Thank you.”
Trish was going to ask how you were feeling but your stomach growled. You haven’t eaten anything today and barely anything for the last few days. Dante took your stomach’s growl as the cue to get himself a piece of cake. Lady just hit Dante in the head while lighting the candles. Everyone sang happy birthday and told you to make a wish. Everyone knew the wish but you didn’t care. If you remembered correctly, the wish would come true if you wished hard enough and didn’t tell anyone what it was. With all you could you blew out the candles and wished for V to come back.
Lady gave you the first piece before Dante could steal it. Your eyes widened as you took a bite. You could taste what you were eating. It was a vanilla cake with chocolate mousse topped with strawberries. You actually tasted the cake and frosting. It was like your sense of taste popped out of nowhere.
Before you knew it you opened all your presents and some of you were drunk. You were about to figure out how the present Nico made you worked but she told you she’ll show you later. Wouldn’t want anyone to get hurt. Dante kept trying to convince Nico and Nero that you would be fine but no one was going to listen to him at this point. Patty was on her phone looking up ideas for a new outfit. Kyrie, Lady and Trish were trying to clean up so you wouldn’t have to worry about it later.
Kyrie tried to convince you to let her stay so you wouldn’t be alone for the rest of your birthday but you assured her you were going to bed. You knew she wanted to be there for you but you wanted to be alone. You knew that you overexerted your social battery. You thanked her for cleaning up as you hugged her goodbye. You waved goodbye to everyone else as Nico pulled out of your driveway. You felt bad for everyone when Nico drives. You won’t deny her driving felt like you were on a roller coaster. You just wondered how her van hasn’t broken apart yet and sometimes how she got her license.
As you cleaned up a couple things you pictured Griffon flying around you asking where his food was. Shadow would be trying to pounce you to get to any leftovers. You would more than likely lose your balance but V would be there to make sure you didn’t fall. He would hug you from behind as he kissed your cheek. You would turn your head so he would kiss you then happily go to the kitchen and put the leftovers away. V would be right next to you doing the dishes. Your mind was going to the sexual route but got interrupted.
Someone rang your doorbell. You saw a delivery man through the peephole. You grabbed your gun as you opened the door. You gave the delivery man a confused look as he greeted you. “Good evening. Is (Y/N) here?”
“That’s me but I wasn’t expecting anything.”
“Ah, well it is a delivery for you from…” The delivery man was trying to find out who the sender was. It seemed like his electronic pad was slow. “Well, my thing must be acting up.”
“What do you mean?”
“Well, our records are saying your delivery is from some named ‘V’. I’m guessing it’s a nickname.”
“N-no, that’s his name. I’ll accept whatever he sent me.”
“Sure thing. I have this and one other thing I need to get from the truck.” The delivery man gave you a cardboard box. It looked like it could have contained a book but the weight of it said otherwise. You tried to guess what exactly he would have given you but you saw something red coming towards you. You opened the door wider and had the delivery man follow you to your dining room table.
As soon as he left, you ran to your dining room. Sitting on your table was a cardboard box and a giant bouquet of red roses. A stuffed animal was holding the bouquet and there was a card. You unwrapped the stuffed animal. It was a bat with green eyes. You thought it was the cutest and softest thing in the world. As you were holding him in your arms you read the card. All you could hear was his voice.
“Thou fair hair'd angel of the evening,
Now, while the sun rests on the mountains light,
Thy bright torch of love; Thy radiant crown
Put on, and smile upon our evening bed!
Smile on our loves; and when thou drawest the
Blue curtains, scatter thy silver dew
On every flower that shuts its sweet eyes
In timely sleep. Let thy west wind sleep on
The lake; speak silence with thy glimmering eyes
And wash the dusk with silver. Soon, full, soon,
Dost thou withdraw; Then, the wolf rages wide,
And the lion glares thro' the dun forest.
The fleece of our flocks are covered with
Thy sacred dew; Protect them with thine influence.”
“To the Evening Star” by William Blake
Happy birthday, my little wanderer. I will always love you
-V
You decided to open the cardboard box. Being unable to guess what was in it was getting to you. You carefully opened the box. You took a couple seconds to pop some of the bubble wrap before taking out the present. The box contained what you thought was a silver rectangle, along with an advertisement for the present. As soon as you saw the advertisement you knew it was a picture frame. It was a hinged frame so two pictures could be placed in it. You were trying to think of what pictures to put in it. You thought of the one when Devil May Cry was celebrating a kill so you had everyone in the frame. You also thought about a few from the dates you and V went on but there were a lot of those. V wasn’t a fan of getting his picture taken but he did it for you.
You opened the frame to get a better idea of what would look good in it. You didn’t have to think any harder. V beat you to it. One picture was of you, V, Griffon, Shadow and Nightmare. You remembered that day. You and V were walking through the park trying to get a break from all the chaos going on. V wasn’t too comfortable with you walking around Redgrave City at the time. You kept reassuring V you would be fine as long as you had your weapons and he was with you. You were able to find a swing that was intact so you had V push you. As you were thinking of jumping off V grabbed your waist and pulled you to him for a kiss. Afterwards you found some place to sit and you and V talked about what else you needed to do to complete the mission. To lighten the boredom Griffon pestered you to take pictures of him. You rolled your eyes and did as the little chicken wanted wishing this would shut him up for a few minutes. Griffon tried to get Shadow to join him but she wasn’t in the mood. She went over to you and V hoping Griffon would leave her alone. Nope, he flew to all of you and encouraged you all to get a picture with him. You set your phone to selfie mode but had to get V to take the picture so all four of you could fit in. After you asked V if it was possible to get a picture of all of you including Nightmare. V wasn’t too sure but Nero found you and offered to take the picture if you could make it work. It took a bit of thinking but you figured it out. Nightmare had to lie on the ground with his purple core facing the camera. You and V were sitting on top of him. Griffon and Shadow were at Nightmare’s sides.
The other picture was the Devil May Cry group photo before everyone left to fight Urizen. Nothing too eventful happened for this photo but it was the only one that had everyone in it...except V’s familiars. Patty wasn’t too happy about Dante not coming to her 18th birthday party. So Patty chose to throw herself a surprise party at Dante’s. She decorated the whole place with Kyrie’s help. No one would have believed that was where you go if you were looking for someone to kill a demon or anything. Dante wasn’t thrilled and tried to undecorate the place. That didn’t go well so he relented. Everyone ended up having a good time.
You were happy with the pictures V chose. It was as if part of him read your mind but you knew that he knew you well enough. You put the bouquet in some water, then headed to bed with your new companion. You started to think of what to name the bat as you got ready for bed. You also wondered how V got those pictures. Okay, you knew others had the group photo from Patty’s party but what about the other one? You knew V didn’t have a cell phone. You don’t remember sending the other picture to anyone.
You climbed into bed with your phone trying to figure out how V got the other picture. You saw all the messages from your boss but you decided to deal with it tomorrow. Before you knew it you were looking at the pictures from your first date, when you went to the fair, along with other places even if it was just to get a coffee. You don’t remember how some of the pictures were taken so you tried to remember those days as best you could. As you were going through your pictures you stumbled across a video. You didn’t remember recording it and were going to delete it but thought it couldn’t hurt to watch it first. Hell, it might explain how V got the other pic. You cuddled the bat, pressed play and heard Griffon’s voice.
“Come on. It can’t be that hard to get this thing to record something? You were able to take a fucking picture with it before.” Griffon was taunting Nero as Nero was trying to get your phone to record. You didn’t remember ever leaving your phone with either of them but kept watching. “Now to find V. Do you know where he is?”
“How would I know? I was helping your annoying ass.”
Griffon was able to find V after flying all over Devil May Cry. (Although he basically ran into everyone else before finding him. You could hear Griffon getting more annoyed each time he asked someone where V was.) V was outside reading from the book he always carried with him. Shadow was lying next to him. She growled in annoyance when Griffon approached them. Griffon started to spout smartass comments. V sighed and asked what the familiar wanted. “Well, since I made it so your ‘princess’ could remember your face I thought I’d make it so she can remember your voice and of course mine.”
“What are you talking about?” V closed the book as he talked to Griffon. V was confused. He thought Griffon decided to record a conversation between them for your sake. You were partially hoping that wasn’t the case. So you kept watching. “You want to record me reading a poem for her? I’m starting to think she’s your princess; not mine. You’re treating her so well compared to the others.”
“Watch it, Shakespeare.” Griffon kept flying around V and Shadow. V was going through his book deciding which poem he should read to you. He knew you heard a good chunk of them since you enjoy it so much. He was trying to find one you haven’t heard or one that would express his feelings for you. “Come on, V. We don’t have all day.”
V put his index finger to his lips while looking at Griffon. It looked like V was looking at the camera, looking at you. Even though it was a video you couldn’t help but blush. V showed the poem he was reading. Griffon questioned why he was showing the class a book with no pictures but you knew the reason. V wanted you to know which poem he was reading to you so you wouldn’t have to look it up. He started to read “Love and Harmony” by William Blake.
“Love and harmony combine,
And round our souls entwine
While thy branches mix with mine,
And our roots together join.
Joys upon our branches sit,
Chirping loud and singing sweet;
Like gentle streams beneath our feet
Innocence and virtue meet.
Thou the golden fruit dost bear,
I am clad in flowers fair;
Thy sweet boughs perfume the air,
And the turtle buildeth there.
There she sits and feeds her young,
Sweet I hear her mournful song;
And thy lovely leaves among,
There is love, I hear his tongue.
There his charming nest doth lay,
There he sleeps the night away;
There he sports along the day,
And doth among our branches play.”
When V finished reciting the poem he tried to get your phone back from Griffon. Griffon flew up higher so V couldn’t reach it. You could see V trying to figure out how to get your phone back. You had a feeling V didn’t do anything because he didn’t want to break your phone. V ended up giving Griffon an annoyed look while holding his hand out. Griffon flew down to V and gave him the phone so V could stop the recording.
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You were outside a coffee shop eating a breakfast sandwich when your phone rang. You answered the phone already knowing how the conversation was going to go. You ate your breakfast as your boss yelled through the phone. He yelled about how the whole office is behind because you didn’t do what you were supposed to do and left early. You held the phone a few inches away from your ear because he was so loud. You honestly thought if you had him on speaker the phone’s speakers would break. You didn’t bother to defend yourself because you didn’t care. Your boss was an asshole, he ran the office horribly, you didn’t really get along with anyone, and you didn’t enjoy working there. You debated for months about leaving and just took it as a sign to do so. Before you could squeeze in “I quit”, you heard “You are no longer part of this company” then a click.
You tried to call your boss back to find out when was a good time to get your last paycheck but was sent straight to voicemail. Five times you tried but no luck. You decided to go to the office after your breakfast. You started to look for other jobs you could apply to through your phone. Nothing looked good to you. You started to wonder if Dante would let you work with Devil May Cry again. Sure it’s an unusual job but it was fun. You got along with everyone, it’s a great way to get your anger out and it’s how you met V.
You thought about the times you and V fought side by side. You found it quite amusing when he would twirl his cane around. Fascinating when he pretended his cane was a violin. Intoxicating when he recited William Blake. You had times when you lost focus on what was going on around you because you were watching him. As your mind started to go deeper into thought, someone sat down across from you.
You snapped back to reality and jumped out of your chair. A hand grabbed your wrist as you were turning to leave. You tried to step away but the grip tightened. You turned your head to see who it was as you got ready to throw your coffee at them. You lowered your guard once you realized it was Vergil. You were confused but sat back down. You and Vergil quickly caught up with each other. Vergil just got back from a mission when he saw you sitting by yourself. You told Vergil about the birthday party last night and that you got fired not too long ago. Vergil was a bit shocked since he knows you’re a hard worker and take your work seriously. You then explained that you were okay with it. “Do you think Dante would let me come back to Devil May Cry?”
“More than likely. Your skills are better than some of the people there. Everyone misses you and were sad when you left.” You could tell Vergil genuinely meant what he said. You knew he was (still is?) a hungry power asshole but he had his moments. You thanked Vergil for his company then got up to leave. “Before you go. I found something you may want. Consider it a late birthday present.”
“One day off isn’t too bad.” You stuck out your hand as Vergil placed a small box in your hand. When you opened it you saw a necklace with an animal’s tooth. You looked at Vergil; your eyes asking if it was V’s. Vergil confirmed it was by nodding. After you put it on you hugged Vergil and gave him a kiss on the cheek. You felt him stiffen when you hugged him and thought it was cute. You remembered V did the same thing when you hugged him the first time. With the biggest smile you thanked Vergil then left the table. You didn’t know what would happen next but you knew things were going to get better. V was with you once again even if it’s not physical.
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Rule number four: The roof.
[Fic overview:
This is an AU where things are under more of a realistic take! Niki works at a small bakery in the slowly rising city of L’Manburg, Wilbur makes his living (at this point) working as an underling in a cartel in the city, etc etc. Wilbur also has a horrible habit for adopting random orphans he finds, and his friends, Niki and Eret, are very tired of his antics. The main characters of this fic specifically are Wilbur’s adoptive sons--Fundy, a halfling child Wilbur found in the woods as a baby, also the youngest. Tommy, a rough and tumble orphan from a young age with trust issues and a main character complex. And Tubbo, the oldest, a sweet kid with a secret chaotic streak. Hope you enjoy!! <3]
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“Come on Tommy! Just--Just a little bit further!” Tommy groaned, attempting to stretch himself up onto his tiptoes--but it just resulted in unbalancing him, and the trio cried out as they all sprawled out onto the grass, again. Tommy cursed and Fundy winced, lightly rubbing his shoulder from the pain of hitting the ground.
“You okay, Tubbo? You hit your head pretty hard…” Fundy winced, peering back at him as he sat up. Tubbo blinked hard, clearing his throat after a moment and seemingly shaking off the fog.
“Yeah--I’m okay! Man, we almost had it that time.” He sighed, Fundy nodding despondently.
“Maybe we should give up, Tommy. There’s no way we can reach the roof.” Tommy frowned, brows knitted in frustration. He suddenly gave a wicked grin, both Tubbo and Fundy looking to each other with an expression they both knew well. Tommy had an idea.
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Approximately fifty minutes later, Tubbo was pulling himself up onto the roof with a heave, grunting from the effort as he scurried up. He turned around once he was steady, reaching for Fundy’s open hands--paws? They shook slightly and he winced, the unsteady pile of boxes, pillows, books and more resting on their fathers dining room chair looking incredibly unsteady, but they somehow miraculously hadn’t fallen yet. He managed to drag Fundy up onto the roof, both of them reaching down together to grab Tommy’s outstretched hands. It was more of a struggle, considering Tommy was much larger than them and almost pulled their half dangling bodies off the roof, but they managed to pull him up to the ledge, and now after about two hours of trying, the trio was successfully on the roof. They shared a cheer, laughing uncontrollably at the idea that their stupid plan worked as they settled into sitting next to each other on the slight slope. Tommy relaxed with a grin, arms resting behind his head as he laid down, and his brothers followed suit, Tubbo resting his hands over his stomach and Fundy excitedly patting his thighs.
“We did it, boys. We’re on the roof! Dad can’t stop us from doing ANYTHING!” They cheered again, laughing for a minute before they calmed down.
“So...What do we do now?” They all paused, Fundy’s question hanging in the air. Tommy scoffed awkwardly, laughing it off as if it were a silly question to ask.
“We enjoy it, obviously! We’re on the roof, Fundy! We can do anything! We could like--we could like--” He paused, struggling to think of a good thing to say.
“We could like--become the presidents of L’Manburg!” Both Tubbo and Fundy gasped excitedly, and Tommy grinned, laughing at how excited they were.
“Really? We could?” Tommy laughed again, nodding.
“Yeah! No, not just presidents--We could be kings, boys!” Fundy and Tubbo hooted and cheered as Tommy carried on with the bit, the three of them laughing uncontrollably.
“We could be the kings of L’Manburg and--and I’d make a law so that every Tuesday everyone has to eat Niki’s pie!!!” Tommy snorted, cackling.
“I’d make a law that says that all old people SUCK!” They cackled harder, rolling on the roof.
“I’d make a law that says Dad gets ALL days off work!” The boys all cheered at Fundy’s comment, and after another few minutes of calling out new laws, they eventually settled down.
“Man. Wouldn’t that be nice.” They hummed in agreement, all three of them smiling at the thought.
They laid next to each other, watching the clouds float by for awhile, absentmindedly pointing out shapes in the clouds and giggling over dumb shared jokes. After a bit, they started getting riled up again, laughing and joking as they shoved and nudged each other. Fundy shoved Tubbo, knocking him slightly into Tommy, and he laughed as he jumped up and darted across the roof--it was easier for him, being part fox and all. Tubbo laughed harder, giving a despondent cry as he jumped up and tried to dart after him, laughing. And then his ankle gave way, and he felt himself tumble sideways. The world tilted, he heard Fundy and Tommy cry out in alarm, and then he hit the ground.
The first thing he registered was that his arm hurt. Like, a lot. He choked on a scream, tears springing to his eyes immediately as he cradled his likely broken arm with his free hand, starting to cry. He distantly heard Fundy and Tommy panicking, Tommy screaming his name. He heard a loud thud and Fundy cry out, Tommy cursing, and then Tommy was at his side, mumbling his name and trying to get his attention. Fundy appeared next, limping heavily on his ankle, grabbing Tubbo’s good hand and holding it tight, visibly scared. The next hour or so was a blur of crying and the three of them panicking until he calmed down slightly, hiccuping as he held his arm. It was twisted at an odd angle in the middle of his forearm, an ugly wound. Tommy groaned helplessly, Tubbo’s head in his lap, running his hands through his hair. Fundy was curled up next to him, still tightly holding his hand in both his paws, his leg propped up at an angle on Tommy’s sweater. They were looking at the clouds again, the sky slightly darker as the sun began to set. Tubbo hiccuped, rubbing his nose on the shoulder of his good arm, and Tommy gently wiped his face again, wincing.
“I-I’m sorry, guys. I--I should’ve thought that through better.” He winced, curling in on himself. “Dad is gonna be so mad at me.” Fundy and Tubbo winced as well, but Fundy slipped one of his paws free, reaching up to pet Tommy’s hair the way he often did for them. It relaxed him, slightly, and he sighed, shutting his eyes.
“Dad won’t be mad! He doesn’t get mad, you know that.” Tommy groaned, nervously picking at his cuticles now, the area already red and raw from his nervous habit.
“Y--Yeah but I--I’ve also never broken like--his biggest rule before. And also gotten my brothers bones broke.” He winced, blinking his eyes hard, and Tubbo and Fundy gasped, Fundy dragging him down into the pile so he was curled over them into a hug. Tubbo couldn’t exactly hug back, what with the broken arm and all, but he pet Tommy’s hair with his good hand while Fundy hugged him.
“Dad won’t be mad, Tommy. I promise…” Tommy sniffled, rubbing his nose and sighing.
“Don’t you dare tell Dad I cried. I’ll kick his ass.” Tubbo barked a laugh, and Fundy gasped, feigning shock.
“Why would you kick Dad’s ass for me telling him!” They giggled and Tommy paused, sniffling again before looking down, grunting, cheeks warm.
“Because--Because he’s old. And dumb.” The boys broke into laughter again, tugging Tommy back into the hug, and he smiled, nuzzling them both lightly as they laid out in the grass, watching the sun slowly set.
It was almost completely dark, as usual, when they heard footsteps coming up the gravel towards the house, stars spotting the sky above the waning sunlight. They looked up from their cuddle pile, seeing Wilbur walking up the path, looking tired and haggardly, also as usual. But they smiled excitedly regardless, and Tommy put up his usual grumpy mask, yelling across the yard boldly.
“HEY LOSER! WHERE’S OUR DINNER? YOU’RE HOME LATE!” Wilbur stumbled, dropping his bag, his keys, and a flurry of papers, causing all three boys to start cackling. He looked up frantically, his eyes catching the boys. He paused for a moment, squinting, before his face paled and he screamed in terror.
“OH MY GOD! BOYS!! WHAT DID YOU DO??”
#cloud talks#my writing#my au#:D#dream smp#dream smp au#its fundy#wilbur soot#tubbo#tommyinnit#YEA!!!#<33
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December 17
The rustic twang of country guitar played over the jukebox in the Saloon. Sundays were far from the busiest days for the establishment, but there was always a handful of regulars that would come by, and someone would always plonk a few coins into the machine. The music was never loud enough to make conversation difficult; it was just there as background ambience.
It was a familiar song to Ashe as he stepped in through the door. By this point he’d visited so many times that he knew just about every track on the old machine. And this was one that he remembered fondly; he would often listen to it with his mother. Before the illness.
“Hey, there you are!”
Emily’s smile was a mile wide as she hastened around the counter to greet him. “It’s been forever since you stopped by.”
“Emily!” The hug they shared was mutual. “Sorry, just—I’ve been so busy.”
“No need to apologize. I’m just happy to see you again.” She held him back at arm’s length to study him with a critical eye. “You doing okay now?”
“Ah—” His cheeks flushed, and he looked anywhere but at her. “Yeah. I’m better. Definitely better.”
The smile was half-forced, half-genuine, and 100% embarrassed. It felt so awkward, having so many people ask him how he was doing these last few days. The same kind of awkwardness as standing there while people sang happy birthday.
“I’m glad to hear that. Don’t start pushing yourself too hard again, okay?” She gave his shoulders a squeeze. “You’ve got people you can talk to.”
“I won’t. I promise.”
“Good.” With another smile she let him go. “Well then, let me show you to the back. Shane’s waiting for you.”
The blush deepened. “He is? Am I late or something?”
“No no. He just got here early. Right this way.”
She led Ashe through the short swinging saloon doors to the left of the room. His heart began to flutter in his chest; it wasn’t their first date, but… this felt different to the gridball game. He didn’t know what to expect.
They made their way down the hall and to the private dining room. A ‘reserved’ sign hung from the hook in the center of the door, which sat slightly ajar. A different song was playing through the crack; it was softer, melodic.
‘Oh no—was I supposed to dress fancier?’
A nervous thought raced through Ashe’s mind as they drew near. The music sounded almost classical, and he couldn’t help but feel like maybe he should have dressed up a bit more.
“Hey, Emily?”
She stopped and turned back to him. “Yeah?”
“Um, is my outfit okay?”
“Hmm…” She observed him again. “Do a little spin for me.”
He did, the anxiety rising at the unreadable expression on her face. It wasn’t like he’d come here in his farming best— dark-washed bootcut jeans, his lavender turtleneck beneath a white sleeveless vest, his good boots—but the insecurity was there. He couldn’t help but doubt.
After a moment, Emily’s face split into another smile. “Very cute—Shane’s going to go crazy.”
“Really?” Ashe’s face lit up at the praise and prediction both. It was a relief for a worry that he knew was unfounded. “Whew… Thank you~”
“Hey, there’s that sunshine smile! I was getting worried I wouldn’t get to see it before winter ends.”
The private room was small, and quaint, styled much the same as the bar area. Paintings decorated the walls, and one of Emily’s own hand-woven rugs adorned the floor, upon which an aged oak table rested. The music was coming from a smaller radio resting atop a matching end table in the corner; candle wall sconces cast a warm and gentle glow upon the red hues of wood and fabric both.
Shane was already there, of course—and Ashe’s face turned several shades of tomato red as his eyes fell upon him. Though his back was to the door, it was clear that he’d cleaned up for tonight. His hair, which he’d been letting grow out, was freshly washed and styled; he wore a well-fitted, plain dark sweater tucked into new jeans, with a black leather belt. He turned his head in response to the door opening—he’d even gone so far as to shave.
“Hey, you made it…”
His own voice trailed off as his eyes fell on Ashe, and there was a moment of silence as they both just stared at each other, somewhat slack-jawed.
“Wow,” Emily looked between the two of them, “you really are made for each other. I’ll go and grab some menus and some drinks to get you started.”
She traipsed out, shutting the door quietly behind her. Shane cleared his throat, his face nearly as red as Ashe’s at that point.
“You, uh… you look good, chickadee.”
“Th-thanks.” Rubbing the back of his neck, Ashe shyly added, “you do too.”
Shane grinned self-consciously. “Heh, you think so? Kinda feels like my gut’s gonna bust through this sweater…”
Ashe tip-toed closer until he was completely leaning against him, and his voice trailed off. “You look amazing,” the farmer mumbled, his face hidden in the fabric of Shane’s chest. “I can’t handle it.”
That was enough to silence Shane’s self-doubt—or at least keep him from vocalizing it further. “Yoba, you’re too cute.” He took the opportunity to steal both a hug and a kiss from his boyfriend, lingering perhaps a bit longer thank he intended to upon his lips. “So… d’you wanna sit down?”
“Y-Yes, please.”
It was with only minor reluctance that Shane stepped away from him to pull one of the chairs out from the table. He gestured for Ashe to sit, and pushed the chair back into place when he did. All the while, he had to fight to keep his hands from shaking. It had been at least a decade since he’d been on a fancy dinner date like this before, let alone with someone he cared so deeply about. He wanted it to be perfect.
By the time he’d taken his own seat opposite Ashe, Emily had returned with glasses of ice water—lemon slices included—and two menus. “Here you go,” she said with another smile. “Take your time, and press the buzzer when you’re ready to order.”
“Thanks, Emily.”
She dipped back out the door again, and for a moment there was silence as they both skimmed the menu. “Order whatever you want,” Shane said, glancing up to see the conflicted look on Ashe’s face. “Don’t worry about prices. It’s my treat.”
“But—”
“No buts.” He grinned. “I can afford to splurge on my favorite dweeb every now and then.”
Ashe hid his blushing pout behind the menu. It was hard to focus on choosing, because every few seconds he couldn’t help peeking over the top to get another look at Shane.
“… What?” Shane caught him staring. “Did I nick myself when I was shaving or something?”
“N-No no—It’s just—” He hid behind the menu again, face redder than it had been before. “I-I never realized how good you look with long hair. Sorry, I’ll stop.”
Now it was Shane’s turn to become a tomato head. “Bud, you’re gonna give me an ego with all these compliments.” He looked through the menu a bit more. To be honest, he was in the mood for pizza, but he wanted to impress Ashe—
“Would you judge me if I said I wanted pizza?”
He lowered the menu to look at him again. There was a meek sort of grin on the farmer’s face, which he was quick to hide once more behind his own.
“Nevermind, I’ll—pick something else.”
“Actually, I was literally just thinking the same thing.” Shane dropped the menu onto the table. “Do you just wanna order a large and split it?”
“Oh my Yoba, yes please.”
So much for a romantic dinner. Shane’s expectations went out the door, and with them the hesitant awkwardness that hung in the air. It was like they both settled back into their skins, and once the 16-inch pie was on the table they dug in. No forks, no plates, just greasy slices in hand and a couple of paper napkins.
“Ahh, I’m in heaven~” Ashe practically melted into his chair. “Sssooo good…”
“Yeah, it’s been awhile since I had one of his pizzas.” A long strand of cheese stretched out from Shane’s mouth to the slice he’d taken a bite from. The sign of a quality cheese pie. “This cheese didn’t come from Hanako, did it?” He joked.
“I wish it did! She’s still just a baby though. I was kind of thinking I might see about getting a full-grown cow in the meantime—sometimes I worry that she’s lonely, being in that big barn all by herself at night.”
“What about Silva?”
“Oh, well… Silva kind of picks on her a bit. I had Robin build her a stable.”
Shane sighed. “Bugaboo, I’m not gonna lie—that horse scares me.”
“I’m not giving her up.”
“I wasn’t going to suggest that—” even though he really thought that was the best idea, “—I just want you to be extra careful with her. Please.”
The plea made Ashe deflate a bit. He picked up a strand of cheese that had fallen and nibbled on it before answering. “I will. Don’t worry, I haven’t tried to ride her yet. And I still really believe that she wouldn’t ever actually hurt me.”
“I sure hope that’s the case.”
Shane helped himself to another slice, hesitating only briefly in contemplation—it was going to be more calories to burn in the gym later—and taking a bite when he decided it was worth it.
After a minute, Ashe spoke again. “I, uh… I saw Dr. Vance yesterday.”
“Oh, that’s why you were gone. I was wondering.” Shane licked a bit of sauce from the corner of his mouth. “You don’t have to answer, but how’d it go?”
“It went… good.” The farmer began to gently rock back and forth in his chair. “A lot of talking. It was harder than I thought it would be.”
Shane could see that he was getting nervous. Wiping his hand on one of the napkins, he held it out to Ashe across the table; after a moment, Ashe took hold of it. “Yeah, it can be like that sometimes. But it’ll get better. Might not ever be easy, but better.”
“I hope so.” The warmth of Shane’s hand was comforting, and the rocking ceased after a minute. Ashe even managed to smile as he added, “I’m getting really tired of crying my eyes out already.”
“Hey, there’s nothing wrong with that. It’s part of the process.”
“Did you cry?”
“Oh yeah. More than I’m comfortable admitting, honestly.” He laughed. “So yeah, don’t feel bad about it. It’s different for everyone, and some of us just gotta cry before we can start moving on.”
“Yeah… I guess so.” Ashe shifted in his seat. “… I know I’m the one who brought it up, but… can we talk about something else?”
“Of course. Uhhh…” A stream of air blew past Shane’s lips as he fished around for a different topic. Of course now of all times he was drawing a blank.
“You still haven’t told me what you want for Christmas.”
Shit, that was the one he was hoping to avoid. “Cos I don’t want anything. I’ve already got all that I could ask for.”
“Shane,” Ashe leaned forward a bit, a very serious expression on his face, “I’m gonna get you something. It might as well be something you actually want.”
“Oh! Shit, that reminds me. Would it be okay if Jas hung out at the farm with you tomorrow?”
Ashe blinked. “Uh—of course. Why?”
“Because me and Marnie are gonna get some shopping done in Zuzu. And both Penny and Jodi are gonna be busy, and I feel bad for all the times they babysit her already. We’ll pay you for it, of course.”
“Oh, nonono you won’t.” He shook his head.
“You sure?”
“Yes I’m sure. Use that money to get Jas an extra present.”
“Bud, believe me, she’s gonna have more presents than she knows what to do with.” Shane wiped his hands on his napkin again and took a sip of lemon water. “What about you? You haven’t told me what you want.”
Ashe went quiet. The truth was, what he wanted more than anything was something that he knew he could never get back. But… well, there was one other thing…
“I just don’t want to be alone. That… That’s all…”
This time Shane gently took hold of both hands. “Who says you will be? The Feast lasts all day, and you can hang out at the ranch with us after. Okay? Don’t even worry about that.”
“I-I’ll try.” Ashe drew a shuddering breath. The emotions had utterly blindsided him, but at least he’d managed to keep from crying… again. But he was going to end up with whiplash with how all over the place his emotions were.
“You know, there’s gonna be a big countdown in Zuzu on New Years’ Eve. Would you feel up to going?”
“… Y-Yeah.” He managed a small smile. “Yeah, that sounds nice.”
#taking a break from writing this fic to work on other stuff#sdv#stardew valley#stardew#sdv farmer#stardew valley farmer#stardew farmer#sdv shane#stardew valley shane#stardew shane#sdv fanfiction#sdv fanfic#sdv fic#stardew valley fanfiction#stardew valley fanfic#stardew valley fic#stardew fanfiction#stardew fanfic#stardew fic#enjoy this soft fluff/comfort
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Lost in Time - ch 12
Spring was here; it was still cold but now it was a lot wetter. He missed the snow in a way, since it was essentially a readily available cold pack for sore muscles.
And oh boy, were Arlo's muscles sore.
Eli had started them out easy; a couple weeks of basic work outs with her slowly introducing new techniques and exercises each Monday with the weekend set aside for rest and recuperation. But by the second month of spring she'd started ramping things up: harder, more grueling exercises, longer sessions, diet requirements. He could tell he was starting to put on muscle mass already but all the work left him so stiff and sore that he often got back to his room in the evenings, climbed into bed, and didn't move again until morning came.
He couldn't go straight home tonight though; his day had started bright and early with the group exercises, then he'd spent another afternoon down in the facility, and tonight he was supposed to meet Nora at the Round Table for dinner. It was the first arranged meeting they'd had in...awhile. No amount of sore muscles would have him missing this.
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The Barnarock Black was her Thursday evening drink of choice, and being as it was both a Thursday as well as right on heels of a several-hours-long social meet-up with Carol and Antoine, Eli was ready for a drink.
And food. Being as she hadn't expected the meeting to last as long as it had she'd skipped lunch, and while there were snacks and tea she had to really restrain herself from eating a ton of junk food while trying her best to ignore the rumblings in her stomach. Thankfully the chatter never really let up so she didn't think anyone had heard her gut screeching for sustenance but once they'd all parted ways she'd all but run down the street toward the Round Table.
On her way through the door she was almost knocked over by Nora leaving; the girl had thrown the door wide open and slammed it (accidentally) into Eli's hand as she'd been reaching for the handle to open it herself. As Nora shuffled by with a half-apology and all but ran toward the hill leading toward the church Eli stood there both wondering what the heck had prompted her to rush out of there while also trying to awkwardly pinch shut the fresh cut over her middle knuckle before it started to really bleed.
Inside the Round Table she could see Asher at the long side of the counter, Dawa and Dana at the far end of the counter taking up the pair of stools there, Mars and his daughters in a back booth, and Gale and his family were sitting at the round table in the middle of the room. Sonia was busy buzzing back and forth between tables and the back of the restaurant and Django was nowhere to be seen but based on the number of people in here he was probably up to his ears in food orders.
"Evening," Asher greeted her as she took a seat next to him. He tilted his head and got a look at her hand. "Need something for that?"
"Nah. It's just a scrape. Did Django not have her favorite pie or something?"
"Who?"
"Nora, isn't it? With the church?"
"Oh, yeah - that was Nora. No idea. Didn't even know she was here until she left - I never seem to notice that side room there."
Eli knew what he was talking about; there was what looked like a newer addition on the front of the restaurant - it had a large bookcase stuffed full of books, a radio on a stand alone cabinet, and a single booth with a pair of loveseats (which wasn't so odd considering that instead of benches or chairs at the other booths there were plush couches that seated 3, maybe 4 if you piled in together). It was easy to let your attention slide right passed it since you couldn't really see it or see into it unless you crossed the room to the tables on the back wall.
It looked like just Arlo was sitting-
Ah. Ok then.
Eli inhaled through her teeth - an awkward hiss, of sorts - and sat down at the counter. It took awhile for Sonia to make it over and take her order; the cut on her knuckle kept oozing and she'd resorted to periodically swiping the blood off with a thumb and then sticking said thumb into her mouth.
"You SURE you don't want something to wrap that in?"
"All the napkins here are cloth. I'd rather not stain them with a bodily fluid."
Asher rolled his eyes and pulled a rumpled, dark green handkerchief out of his pocket and offered it. "And before you ask, no, I haven't blown my nose into it. It's clean but stained so don't worry about adding to it."
As he said the handkerchief WAS stained - looked like oil, and blood too - but she wrapped it around and tied it off. "Well, at least I won't drip anywhere. Thanks. I hate how much hands bleed before clotting up."
"I agree - knees and shins too. And no problem. I've actually never, ever needed to blow my nose in one of those - my dad made me carry one around for that purpose and I always end up using it for something else. It's a pretty gross concept, really...stuffing a crud-filled cloth back into my pocket. And I'm supposed to use it several times over a day?" Asher wrinkled his nose at that. "And I say that after having gutted fish and food animals...guts and blood? Totally fine. Snot? No thank you."
Eli chuckled; he had a point, after all. He also still had a noticeable bruise across his cheek from a cross-country jog last week where he'd taken a tree limb right to the face when an end piece had snapped off and slapped the rest of it directly back into him as he'd gone to push passed it. "We usually had bandages and tissue glue on hand for little things like this. I've even stuck industrial tape over cuts to hold it over until I got back to treat it properly. Drove Peter absolutely insane doing that. Was good times..."
"Peter?" Asher repeated.
She leaned forward and braced her elbows on the counter, putting her chin in her hands. "Yeah - he was one of our team medics. Him and Ashley, kept us pieced together and put all the blood and chunks back where they belonged."
Asher nodded slowly at that. "Not a bad idea - having a dedicated medical person. It's not something we typically do unless it's a big expedition. But, we all have some basic first aid training so it's not like we're heading out without anything at all."
"Do you have assigned squads in your Flying Pigs? I'm not even sure what an adventuring guild is."
"Not really," he answered. "We're a sort of grab bag group - we pick and choose who goes where, unless someone was specifically requested for a contract job. As for what we do we inspect old ruins for dangers and clear them out, protect those who need protecting, and we help map out areas that no one's been to in centuries. We've been a bit focused on that lately - eventually we'll make better strides out into the Peripheries and the Great Begeondan and get some settlements in place there too but, no lie, those are some of the most dangerous places on the continent. Full of monsters and rogue AIs, weird weather, extreme temperatures too."
"Sounds like my kind of place."
The look he gave her was somewhere between surprise and suspicion. "You're...joking, right?"
"Not in the slightest. Believe it or not there were a lot of wild, wide open places still left in the world back in my time period. A lot of our training happened out in harsh areas, and sometimes we'd get called in to go track down some idiot tourist or terrorist that had disappeared out there. Rangers had to be ready for just about anything, in any climate or location, for any reason."
Now he looked less like he thought she was joking and more just genuinely surprised. "So - I mean. It just seems weird to me that what survived through the ages were stories of humans living lazy, luxurious lives, with robots doing everything. And then you say there were wild spaces and hard training and having to be ready at the drop of a hat. Why was there any need for soldiers, or rangers? At least, human ones anyway."
Eli shrugged. "Each time I hear 'robots did everything' it surprises ME because it seems like no one actually gives thought to what that means beyond its surface. Would YOU want your life in the hands of something that's one hack or power failure away from shutting off entirely, losing all your files, or turning on you? Most people tended to act honorably and not target the innocent and whatnot but still, there were those who wanted their voices heard or wanted power and control no matter how many people they incidentally or purposely killed. In hindsight the fact that the leaders of the world worked so hard to keep the nasty, dark, and terrible things out of the public eye seems to have...really slapped the rose colored glasses on, to the detriment of accurate historical record. Granted, "accurate records" were a bit of joke anyway - at least to those who knew what was being to told to military and what was sent out to civilians. Oh, a hospital got hacked? A train engine exploded for no reason? Power shut off mysteriously? Nah, nothing serious - just "equipment failures" causing weird quirks and shutdowns," Eli said, raising her hands to stick air quotes around 'equipment failures' and all but oozing sarcasm. "The world was...certainly something, compared to what it is now. But there's no such thing as a utopia. People are always going to be unhappy about something, or slip through the cracks of society and feel they have a justifiable reason to make their displeasure known in violent ways. There's a reason all the nations still had standing armies even though we'd had peace for centuries, before I was even a concept in Fate's outline. They kept us all busy with public works projects, organized war games - think big but friendly skirmishes with harmless paint-based or laser weapons with sensor suits - and, like I mentioned before, the occasional idiot tourist rescue, but it wasn't all sunshine and daisies unless you were a regular citizen."
Asher let out a soft noise - Eli thought it was 'geez' or something similar - and rubbed at his chin, going silent for a bit. Sonia brought out Eli's usual beer then disappeared just as quickly as she'd popped up; Eli had half the bottle downed before Asher spoke again.
"Bet you never thought you'd be correcting history books, huh?"
She sat the bottle down and did a half-assed imitation of jazz hands. "Ta da, I am full of surprises." That rapid shaking movement dislodged the handkerchief around her knuckles a bit so she untied and then re-tied it back into place, using her teeth this time to help tighten the knot a bit better.
Over the chatter and sounds of cutlery on plates Eli made out the sounds of plodding feet, and shifted on her stool just enough to see Arlo slouching his way toward the door; right as he reached it it opened and Remington was framed in the doorway briefly before he stepped aside.
"Oh, hey - how'd it--" Remington was cut off as Arlo slipped passed him and kept going without a word; the man stared after him a moment. "--go..." he finished his sentence with a frown, and a shake of his head. He came inside and up to the counter to take the empty stool on Eli's left. "Evening, guys."
"Evening. How's the knee?" Eli asked.
Remington slid his legs around and flexed his leg a bit. "Not as bad as I thought it'd be, by now. It hurts but no more than it does when the weather is bad."
"Good to hear. I wish flex-gel still existed...that stuff worked wonders."
"Well, we make do," Remington chuckled. "What's tomorrow looking like?"
"Starting with a warm up run, then I have a couple new things to show. They're...hard, so I won't keep you all too long at it, and you'll have the weekend to recover like normal."
"Something to look forward to, then," Remington replied.
Sonia came back with Asher and Eli's orders, took Remington's, and disappeared again.
As she picked up her fork Eli offered the two men a small grin. "I probably should have warned you both to eat light tonight. It's going to be a rough morning."
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"Before today...no idea...what a burpee was," Asher wheezed from where he was laying flat on his back on the grass. "Can't say I care for them....or the reverse ones..."
"A sentiment I can get behind," Sam groaned. She wasn't laying down but she was sitting a couple feet from Asher with her arms around her legs along with her head nearly between her knees.
Remington was off to the side finishing up some additional push ups with a sack of sand on his back for weight; Eli had let him do a few burpees to see how his knee held up and had eventually decided not to risk blowing the joint out. While Sam and Asher did regular and reverse burpees with one-pound sacks of sand in each hand Remington had to do lunges, sit ups, and push ups with a five pound sack.
For whatever reason though Arlo wasn't present.
Earlier, before they'd started on their run, Eli had caught Remington and Sam sharing a knowing look, and when asked neither of them owned up to knowing why Arlo had skipped today. She'd decided not to press the issue and had gone about the morning as she'd planned; being as the burpees had wiped everyone out she was content to not do their cool down jog and was just settling on the top of the fence when she spied Arlo's figure coming toward them from Portia's gates. He was...slouching a bit, and looked a little tired.
"Morning," she called when he was within not-quite-shouting distance.
"Morning. Sorry, didn't mean to miss today."
"No problem. I can do a repeat if you're still up for it."
From his spot still flat on the ground Asher raised a hand. "Run - run while you still can."
Eli snorted. "Well, yeah - running is part of the routine."
"Not what I meant," Asher chuckled. He rolled over and groaned as he got to his feet. "I've got to get back out to the facility...maybe lay down somewhere that isn't wet and muddy for a bit before I get dragged into the depths to watch some old folks fart around in piles of dust."
With a smile Eli slid off the fence. "Remind them to leave things where they found it and to not try turning anything on. Going to be hard enough as it is to unlock personal stations without them tripping the lock out mechanisms."
"They've been fairly good at keeping their hands to themselves now that they have Stewart to entertain them but I'll remind them. See you guys later."
With that Asher headed out of the fence gate and headed toward town; he was walking in a slow, wincing manner, and Eli made a mental note to go a bit easy on them on the next couple of work days. A few moments later and Arlo was standing at the fence - on the outer side - and after a pause he sighed.
"I have something I need to speak to you privately about, if you have time."
"Sure." She hopped off the fence and looked to Sam and Remington. "If you want to do your cool downs that's up to you but otherwise I'll see you guys Monday morning, or whenever I next run into you."
She left through the gate and walked alongside Arlo down the road heading toward the shoreline; by her estimate they were halfway to the harbor before he started speaking.
"I wanted your opinion on something because it technically involves you. But first I need to ask - have you noticed anyone treating you differently, or rudely, lately?"
Eli shook her head. "Not that I've noticed. There's still some people that I think I make nervous but they're also not anyone I speak to or see often." She paused and then let out a small huff of laughter. "I think I'm doing a pretty good job proving I'm harmless to people I see on a day to day basis."
Arlo nodded at that and his pace slowed just a bit. "Have you interacted with Nora or Lee much?"
"Ha, no. Nora runs away from me and I think Lee would walk straight through the side of a building to avoid walking on the same street as me. I do notice he gets a bit louder in his sermons in the plaza if he sees me nearby but he doesn't directly single me out."
"So, you don't think Lee has had too much influence on how others are treating you?"
Eli slowed to a stop; Arlo took a few more steps before stopping but he didn't turn around. "Not that I can tell. But I'm guessing he's got some sort of influence over YOU and I'm at the center of it, right?"
He sighed heavily, sounding annoyed. "Yes, unfortunately." For several moments he stood there silently, then finally turned around to look back at her. "Nora and I were sort of dating. I'm not really sure if we were officially a couple or not. There's...something there, but I don't know what. The thing is, she broke things off with me last night because of my association with you."
Eli raised an eyebrow at that. "Don't tell me she thinks you were cheating?"
"No, nothing like that," he answered quickly. "She's not happy that I'm openly associating with something the Church is so against."
"...the past," Eli sighed; Arlo nodded in response. "You know that's a bit ridiculous, right?"
"The Church has its views, and I have my own regarding technology from the old world. I agree that there's a lot of dangerous things left behind from your time period. But I also agree that not all of it could possibly be bad. If it was ALL bad I feel like there wouldn't BE a past for us to be studying. I know Nora strongly believes we shouldn't be using things from the past but I also know she's changed her mind on a few things once she'd directly experienced it or learned about it. Knowing that, I feel like Lee is responsible for her...stance, I guess, regarding associating with you."
"So confront him about it."
"That's...something I'm considering," he replied after a pause. "But what I wanted to talk to you about was your own personal experience with Portia's townsfolk. Gale was pretty direct about wanting to hear about any sort of trouble that Lee is causing, in the context of it causing YOU trouble. But this doesn't directly affect you in any way, it just affects me. If it's not your life he's interfering with then I don't know if I should tell Gale and risk rocking the boat."
"I think you should," Eli said, crossing her arms and glancing over a shoulder toward the distant and yet somehow looming pinnacle that the Church sat on. "If she wanted to break things off it should be HER decision, not because some crusty evangelizer told her to. No preacher or employer or authority figure should be free to meddle to that degree in someone's personal life. Not to mention that he's just asking for Balance to beckon and Judgement to come reckon..."
Arlo looked briefly confused by that last bit; Eli just shrugged - she could always explain the phrase to him later if he was interested. "-look, even if it's not affecting me directly it's clear I'm being used as a sort of weapon here. I could care less if someone is cursing my name up, down, and sideways, but I really don't like the idea that I'm essentially being used as a political bludgeon. In fact, I think I'LL go talk to Nora and get the real story out of her."
"I'd rather she not know-"
"Do you really think she'd just expect you not to tell anyone?" Eli interrupted. "Or that no one would notice you two split and not have questions?"
"I... I guess not." He sighed heavily again and tilted his head back to stare up into the sky. "I just don't want to cause a rift between anyone."
"Let me see what I can find out and THEN we can decide if we want to rock this particular boat or not. Might be that IF Lee was behind this, and IF he thinks he got away with it, he might try it again with other people and then THAT might actually affect me directly. If anything it's worth it to try and stop that before the metaphorical rocking ends up capsizing instead."
Arlo nodded. "All right, I guess. I'm going to head back to the Corps building. Let me know what you found out."
"Will do."
They walked back to town in silence and at the base of the hill near the plaza Arlo kept going while Eli took a sharp left to head to the path that spiraled up to where the church sat on top of a ruins (and if it was the location she thought it was it had once been several floors of administrative offices, a number of clothing boutiques, and a ground floor restaurant). By the time she got to the top and was looking at the church's doors that familiar feeling of nostalgia had hit her...nostalgia felt like a strange emotion to be having but she supposed it was a step up from the usual soul-crushing gut punch she usually got when she let herself think about something she recognized.
"Knock knock, anyone home," she found herself muttering as she shouldered the door open and stepped into the quiet chapel.
It was nice in here, at least - nothing opulent or over the top. Pews, carpet down the aisle, banners and a chandelier, stained glass windows and murals on the walls. There was a fountain near the back wall behind the pulpit (which was just a small podium with a book sitting open on it), and she thought she could see a piano back there too.
The only thing breaking up the silence was the gurgle of water and the rhythmic sounds of sweeping coming from somewhere to her left; Eli walked up the small ramp into the sanctuary proper and from that spot she spied Nora off in the corner with a broom in hand.
The girl looked up to her and Eli saw her tense up.
"Morning. If you've got a moment I'd like to speak with you," Eli said. Not much of a greeting but the girl already didn't like her so no amount of politeness was probably going to change much.
"I uh...I need to finish sweeping." The girl was gripping her broom like she thought Eli was going to attack her; Eli wondered what exactly Lee had been telling her.
"That's fine. I can wait."
It was clear Nora had been hoping Eli would just leave but instead she watched silently as Eli moved a bit further into the room and sat down on the back pew there. Eli kept looking forward, admiring what she could see of the murals on the nearby wall; eventually she heard the sweeping start up again and could track Nora by sound as the woman finished up in that corner and moved down to the entryway, then back up and across into the corner on the right. She heard the scrape of a metal dust pan and the clatter of what she guessed was the top of a trash can opening and closing, and then silence. Eli let the silence stretch on for a bit before turning around; Nora seemed like she was debating whether she should run out the door or not but froze when she noticed Eli looking at her.
"Good to go?"
"Go...where?"
"I figured we could just step outside so if your minister shows up he can't yell at me for being on church property."
Nora inhaled and exhaled slowly then nodded, and mutely headed out the door; Eli followed along as the girl headed off to the right, to a wooden platform that was similar to the other wooden platforms that made up sections of the path that led up here -- it lined up with the path, in fact, and made it look like whoever had built it had intended to keep going up and around into the sky. She had a slight twinge of discomfort from the fact the platform gave a clear view of the land around Portia which included quite a few destroyed buildings.
Don't think about it.
"All right," she said then, blowing out a breath. "I'll get right to it: Arlo told me. And I want to know if that was YOUR decision or if Lee put you up to it. Because he's not sure and I'm not happy to be in the middle of this."
Nora winced slightly and rubbed at an arm, and at first didn't respond. Eli stuck her hand in her pockets and purposely looked to the left and down into the tree farm while trying to ignore the ruined observatory that she could still see out of the corner of her eye.
"We talked about it...and I agreed, so it was my decision," Nora finally said. "The relics of the past are dangerous, we shouldn't be embracing anything from that time period."
Eli turned her attention back to the girl. "Including me?"
"It's..."
"Look, I get it - you church folk aren't going to like that I exist. I'm a living reminder of how humanity almost wiped themselves out. I'm not asking you to like me. I am asking you if YOU made the decision to break things off with Arlo, on your own, for your own reasons, or if Lee convinced you to do it because in his mind it was the right thing to do because of Arlo's associating with me."
Nora's shoulders slumped a bit and again she was silent for a long period. "...I guess it's a bit of both. Lee's said that-"
"-let me stop you right there. Lee hasn't bothered talking to me, period. Whatever he's said I intend to do or teach is something he pulled directly out of his own ass." At that Nora's eyes widened a bit but Eli didn't know if it was due to the language or because of some possibility that she'd exposed Lee for lying. "Here's the thing. I know a lot about a lot of dangerous things everyone seems afraid of - AIs, weapons, computers, devices. Just because I know how something works, or worked, doesn't mean I can replicate it here. For every one thing I could maybe manage to write up a technical readout for there's fifty others that I can't. I know how to put a plasma pulse rifle together but I couldn't begin to tell you how to make one starting from a raw material base; I could describe step by step how to troubleshoot an anti-grav propulsion unit but hand me every single separate part, down to the nuts and bolts, and I'd have no clue how to assemble it. There's a lot of things that, if it already exists, I could probably get it working again but there's no way I could build it from the ground up because even if I knew everything about everything, the fact remains that your technological level just isn't where it needs to be to MAKE anything."
Nora simply stood and listened silently, and was staring at some indeterminate point on the horizon past the tree farm.
"...so," Eli said into the silence that followed. "Was it Lee, or was it your choice?"
Nora hung her head. "You already know the answer to that."
"I was hoping I was wrong. So, barring Lee's meddling, WOULD you have made that choice?"
To her surprise Nora lifted her head and answered immediately. "Yes. I think so, anyway. Just...not like I did, or when I did."
Eli nodded approvingly at the admission. "All right, we're getting somewhere then. What's the ACTUAL reasoning then?"
"I just... I don't know. I'm attracted to him - he's brave, and handsome, and kind. But I feel so... I love his stories, and love spending time with him, but there's so many times where once he runs out of stories it gets...it's like we run out of things to talk about. We don't have much in common it seems. I try to find things to talk about but its usually the same things each time - the weather, the news. I've even tried telling him about books I like but I feel silly trying to explain an entire book's plot. And..."
Eli raised an eyebrow. "And?" she prompted - she wasn't going to let her clam up now that the proverbial dam had apparently burst.
"-I was only supposed to stay in Portia for two years. I asked to stay longer and was granted an extension to my mission with the Church, and while I love Portia I can't stay here forever. I have schooling to finish in Atara and then I'd like to settle down and start a family, and Arlo wants to join the Flying Pigs and would be traveling all over. I don't think either of us can stay with the other unless someone wants to give up a dream."
"Aha..." Eli muttered. "That I can understand. Mine and my husband's jobs kept us apart quite a bit but neither of us would have ever asked the other one to give up their career."
"How...did it work out, then?"
Eli gave her a small smile. "We enjoyed every moment we got together, when we had the time. Truth be told, my marriage was arranged - I just got super lucky in that I actually fell in love with the person my parents picked." At Nora's shocked look she held up a hand. "I know, it sounds weird - arranged marriages weren't at all popular back then, and were even against the law in a lot of places. But all the men I was around were all soldiers or rangers, and I didn't want to marry another serviceman. My parents picked someone I knew in gradeschool so he wasn't a total stranger, and we ended up fitting together nicely."
"Phyllis ran away from an arranged marriage...I didn't think one could be successful."
"Don't get me wrong - I thought long and hard before I asked my parents to do that for me, AND asked them to make it clear to whoever needed to hear it that I wouldn't be putting my boots away if I got married. It's not something I would ever suggest to another person. But, to get back on track, I'm only mentioning my marriage and circumstance because it's entirely possible you and Arlo could make it work even if you're apart for long periods of time. It just boils down to, do you think that's what you'd want?"
Again Nora fell quiet, and Eli stayed where she was while the other walked over to the edge of the platform and leaned against it with her arms folded across the top plank of the fence. Standing there, in the quiet, Eli could hear footsteps coming up the path and assumed they were about to be interrupted - probably by Lee. She gave Nora a couple more minutes before clearing her throat to grab her attention.
"Give it some thought, and be honest with yourself. And when you have your answer, walk your happy little butt down to the Corps building and be honest with Arlo. You're still welcome to dislike me," Eli added after a moment, smiling slightly. "I hear someone coming though so I should probably make myself scarce."
"All right...I'll do that," Nora replied, voice quiet.
Eli nodded to her and then turned to plod back down the path. As she expected she passed Lee coming up; he gave her a brief sour look then turned his nose up to her and sped up to get by her faster. She managed to keep from rolling her eyes until she had her back to him and once she'd circled around enough to put him entirely out of sight she sped up into a trot -- may as well get her cool down jog done. She would check in with Arlo later this afternoon instead (it made more sense to give Nora time to go talk to him on her own, before Eli went to tell him what she'd said -- it'd also mean a lot more for him to hear it from Nora).
As she passed under Portia's gate she paused at the split in the road; ordinarily she'd jog down to the harbor and back with the others for their cool down run. If she hung a right here she'd go up to the tree farm and she could easily keep going and check in at the facility - today was supposed to be one of her free days to do...whatever she felt like, but she didn't have much in mind to do. Maybe she could get back to rummaging through the spare parts and start the onerous duty of stripping down and re-working the auxiliary power bank to see if they could convert it over to wind power.
Yeah, that would probably be a better use of her time today.
She paused to stretch and then continued on, jogging up the road; there was someone coming down the road toward her - someone she didn't recognize. She offered the man a smile and moved off the road into the grass, and the man returned the smile and offered a little wave as she went by.
As she got to the tree farm's gate it swung open and out came Dawa, and when he saw her he waved at her and gestured for her to pause.
"Hey, Eli!"
"Hello Dawa. You need something?"
"Was Selene home when you left?"
"Uh... I actually have no idea. I usually get up and out of the house before she does and I spent the morning out exercising with the Corps folks."
Dawa nodded and grunted. "Ah, all right. Was hoping to possibly save myself a trip down there. But no big deal - it's not like I'm walking across the continent," he chuckled.
"I'm just out for a jog, I could turn around and see if she's there and then send her your way."
Dawa considered that a moment, then nodded. "If you don't mind. I've got a lot of work I need to get done by tonight and any minute I can save is worth it."
Eli raised an eyebrow. "Yeah? Need a hand with anything?"
"Nah, it's just a lot of chopping and getting things delivered on time. I can manage it...I think."
"Fair enough. I'll go have a look and come back up this way if she's not there."
"Thanks Eli!" he called after her as she turned around and jogged back down the path.
She caught up to that same man from before on the way back; he'd stopped not too far from where she'd first passed him, and was sitting on a bit of broken stone off the side of the road watching her approach. With how he had his feet propped up she could see his brown leather boots were worn and had a few holes in them, and they matched his equally worn duster coat; the man himself also looked weathered and old.
"Hello again," she said as she came up.
"Hey," was the man's response.
When she got back to the house she did in fact find Selene working in her factory and let her know Dawa was looking for her. She got a sort of distracted, non-committal promise to go talk to him and then Eli left the builder to whatever it was she was piecing together and once again jogged up the path toward the tree farm.
The man was still sitting there; he'd taken his coat off and had it draped over the rock beside him. His clothes were baggy but were in considerably better condition than his coat and boots were.
"You stuck in a rut?" was the man's gravelly greeting as she jogged near him for a third time.
She laughed quietly. "Just playing messenger for a bit."
She heard him chuckling behind her as she kept going; it didn't take long to let Dawa know Selene would be along in a bit and then she continued on out to the facility. Down there it was easy to lose track of time and before she knew it it was early evening - far later than she'd actually intended to be down here...she REALLY needed to recreate a damn Hi-Def or, bare minimum, get a pocket watch or something.
At the very least the tourist man wasn't still sitting on his rock when she went by there again; she did spot him sitting at the nearest booth in the Round Table though, and offered him a nod when she thought he was looking her way. He didn't respond but that wasn't a big deal - at least no one could claim she wasn't friendly to strangers.
"Eli!"
She paused, halfway to a stool at the counter, and turned when she heard Arlo. He looked to be in better spirits and was waving her over to the table where he, Remington, Asher, and Petra were sitting together.
As she headed over Arlo slid to the side to make room for her on the end of the couch next to him and Petra shifted around to the other side; in the few seconds it took to cross the room and sit down Sonia had come over to the table for her order. Remington, Petra, and Asher all had half-finished drinks in front of them.
"Did you find that sensor thing you were looking for?" Asher asked as she sat down.
"Nope," she answered. "Granted, I didn't spend too much time looking for it though. Started in on tearing down the aux unit and making a list of what needs replacing. We're going to need an amp converter for sure but I'm fairly confident we can manage to make it work."
"That's good news," Petra said. "We already have the wind generator blueprints and have several up near South Block that are working just fine. If you can give us an idea of the power output that's needed we can see if we need to alter those blueprints."
"I'm still working on that. The main hitch is deciding what numbers to use and how to get them - we won't be using the same amount of power that the facility did in its hey day but I also don't know of any other number to use just yet. I might have to ask Stewart to set aside a week and just run everything from lights to toasters down there to see what consumption level it can even hit, then add some zeroes to account for potential future increases and then see what I get."
Petra nodded. "That makes sense. I just hope the wind coming down from the bluffs would be enough."
"Well, if its not sufficient then my backup plan was water turbines instead. There's that waterfall that's not too far away...biggest hurdle then would be waterproofing all the equipment."
At that Petra rubbed at her chin. "Water turbines and waterproofing... It might work so long as we can avoid altering Portia's water quality."
"Shouldn't be any different from the motorized boats I see out in the harbor with the exception that there won't be any fuel runoff in the equation," Eli replied. "That ought to make it pretty clean."
Further discussion was interrupted as Sonia and Django brought out all of their orders together and they got to eating; when they finished Petra and Asher excused themselves, paid, and headed out. As Remington ordered a second lemonade Eli subtly leaned toward Arlo.
"Did she come find you?" It was barely above a whisper, and neither Sonia nor Remington seemed to have heard it.
Arlo nodded. "She did. We worked it out. Still friends." His voice was equally as quiet.
Eli straightened and flashed him a brief smile - she didn't need details; she was just glad Nora had followed through and Eli wouldn't have to have that conversation in her stead.
"So..." Arlo said then, voice loud and clear. "I hear I missed learning what a burpee is."
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The three of them ended up sitting and chatting for quite awhile, then moved on to the back room for a couple games of darts (Remington won every single game). As they'd stood and headed back Eli again nodded to the old man in the booth and this time got a half wave and smile in response. When they came out of the game room later the man was still there nursing a single coffee. He offered them a quiet good evening and was digging in his coat pocket for gols as they were filing out through the door.
"Any plans for tomorrow?" Arlo asked, as they stood together just beyond the edge of the extended patio roof outside of the Round Table.
"Sleeping, hopefully," Remington chuckled.
Eli shrugged. "Not really. I was thinking of seeing if Selene had a rod and reel I can borrow. I'm determined to see a live frog fish for myself - it's still so hard to wrap my head around the idea of bizarre animal hybrids."
"You should talk to Qiwa - I'm sure he'd be happy to tell you all about the native fish in this region," Remington said. "He's the one who usually wears purple, if that helps."
She considered that a moment, then nodded; on her To Do list was checking with the local school to see if they had books they could lend her on wildlife, geography, and cultures of the current time period but she kept forgetting about it until it was too late in the evening to catch anyone there. "Probably a good idea. I need to start making time to learn about the world as it is, instead of focusing on telling everyone on how it was." She paused for a breath then looked to Arlo. "If you'd like to make up for today I'll have time tomorrow."
"Sounds good. In the morning, as usual?"
"Works for me. See you tomorrow," she said, smiling and heading off.
The lights were still on in Selene's factory - had she ever gone to talk to Dawa? Eli hoped so. Inside the house it was quiet; Eli took a quick bath and tiptoed into her room wrapped in just a towel. Her pajamas were not on the edge of her bed though, which where she swore she'd left them this morning. Maybe she'd overshot the edge when she'd tossed them there? As she came around to the other side of the bed to check she saw a strange pink lump partially sticking out from under the bedskirt, and under it was a single pajama pantleg.
She reached out with one bare foot, grabbed the pantleg fabric with her toes, and pulled; sliding out from under the bed came the biggest, roundest, pinkest cat she'd ever seen. It was lounging on top of her pajamas and seemed not at all disturbed by the fact it had been dragged out of its little hiding spot.
"...excuse me, who are you and also I need those." Eli had to let the towel flap open as she bent down to roll the rather sausage-shaped cat off her clothing; when she had retrieved the pajamas she dropped the towel over the animal and heard a rather confused "mrrp" noise from under it.
Selene hadn't mentioned that she owned a cat, much less a neon pink one.
The world was a very weird place nowadays.
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