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omg omg omg... what if jk sees yn WALKING TAE HOME?? like it looks like that but they’re just passing by his place or something and he’s actually walking yn home ?? and to make matters worse jk THOUGHT it wasn’t like that but someone told him “oh yeah she’s walking him home, she’s always done that with him” sorry if it’s not an original idea

cold senior!y/n x stem major!koo masterlist :D

it’s raining at a party and jungkook gets the wrong idea

“good evening.”

yoongi sQUAWKS at the shock that’s mere inches away from his face, having only woken up from his afternoon nap that ended up with him waking right before dinner

why were you all up in his face

what the fuck was that for ://

“god, never do that to me again,” he grumbles at the abrupt awakening even if it’s his system that told him to, only a convenience that you happen to be there when he was starting to shift in his now-shallow slumber

“guess what!!!”

oh you’re squealinG??? alright that must be good

it’s nice to hear you excited anyways because you haven’t been for a long time ever since j*ngkook lol

“just show me,” yoongi sits up fully from his position on the couch, rubbing the remaining sleep off his eyes

normally, you would be pissed instantly because him not guessing just spoils your whole excitement

but tHIS time you don’t look bothered at the slightest, proceeding to take his faux disinterest in stride

the door clicks open and seokjin strides in like he owns the place, trying to immerse himself in the situation he’s walked on as fast as possible

you squeal in regard, eyes now switching between him and yoongi before you whip out something from behind your back

“i got a lunchbox!!!!”

you thrust the lunchbox (you recreated it in the way you receiver it) to yoongi’s face and he flinches momentarily, eyes focusing on the lunchbox first before his mind processes your words

“that is a really shiny scarf it’s — wait what??”

you,,, gOT A LUNCHBOX????

..... and it’s not from him??

yoongi looks at seokjin and the way he looks perplex but definitely sure confirms that it isn’t him either

“so someone — you received a lunchbox. huh.”

WOOOOOOW

you nod earnestly, admiring the shiny scarf and the handiwork of an embroidery that’s your name on it

“yup! i was with taehyung when i noticed it on the corner of the room.”

oh god

seokjin scratches the back of his head and it’s a dead giveaway that yoongi notices, something sketchy definitely up in the air that shouldn’t be there

“yoongi! come here for a sec. i have a uh, question about weed :-)”

jin is nOT good when it comes to segues

he takes the liberty to pull aside a yoongi who has question marks knitted on his eyebrows, his gaze immediately trained on him once they’re far enough away from you

“long story but!!!!! that jungkook kid gave y/n the lunchbox. taehyung just happened to be there.”

you see

yoongi could only digest multiple things from a single sentence at once

but the problem is, he’s digesting EVERYTHING from jin’s sentence and he didn’t want to

he’s just gonna omit the parts he hates the most :D

“y/n. taehyung gave you that lunchbox. say thank you to him tomorrow morning.”

NO??????

jin sputters because that is clearly not the truth he’s just said

and apparently, you seem to think so to because you just laughed at his cutthroat statement

“no he didn’t,” you heartily laugh, putting down the lunchbox before crossing your arms across his chest

no way

both jin and yoongs freeze this time because does that mean you already know who gave the lunchbox to you??

and if you know who, and if you’re laughing right now,,,, does that mean you’ve already forgiven jungkook????

pls say no

“i already thanked taehyung, yoongs,” you smile at the fresh memory, “but two seconds later, he told me that he WASN’T the one who made it for me. he said he’s good at baking, but horrendous at cooking!!!!”

...

.....

“....... so you really don’t know who it is?”

“nope! not a clue :D”

whew

yoongi thinks you should never get to know who it is

jin thinks you shouldn’t know who it is tHIS early

yoongi dodges the topic easily to refrain from dwelling on it any longer, about to send an angry text full of queries to jin later on

“mmm. what was the lunch?”

“my favorite!!!” you beam and even whip out your phone to show them the picture of the food you ravaged hours ago

you turn your eyes to jin, giddy in excitement while yoongi’s holding your phone-holding hand to zoom into the picture

“and it’s just like your recipe!!!”

.. hehe

..... that’s because it his

goddamn jungkook managed to recreate it like his recipe???? hmm commendable

alright yoongi’s angrily looking at him rn

maybe he’ll send an angry paragraph text this time >:(

“weren’t you concerned like... since you don’t know the person? what if they poisoned your lunch?”

yoongi suggests in an attempt to make you think rationally, away from his insistence that you should nEVER know that jungkook made you your favorite

“then i got a good meal out of it.”

that’s not,,,, that’s not a good answer

b-bestie ??????

both yoongi and jin are speechless and the former takes the lead once more, clearing his throat because the conflict of this lunchbox thing is presenting makes his head ache

“anyways, there’s another party tonight.”

you raise your hand quick in the prospect of unwinding for free

“i’m in!!”

“you should be. hoseok’s the host.”

that makes it even better!!!

it apparently doesn’t for mr. student affairs because jin groans in annoyance, not really digging his school official position because he’d need to sit this one out forcibly :///

“goddamn it. jung’s throwing it? his parties are sO good that it even reached our radar when i was still a senior!”

it it reaches senior-level status of approval then that’s like,,,, the only seal of approval you’d ever need

“no way,” you’re awed at the newfound fact, not expecting that hoseok was already an A+ party-thrower even before he became a senior this year

“even namjoon liked his parties.”

namjoon THEE student registrar??? the same namjoon as in your friend by extension because he’s sort of a friend to seokjin???? :O

“really? even namjoon found his parties great??? BUT HE’S LIKE-“ yoongi finds the right substitute words to a stick up his ass in the most respectful way possible because he’s sort of friends with the guy too, “he’s like namjoon,, he’s the antithesis to hoseok.”

jin shrugs because everyone knows the saying at this point

there’s something for everyone at jung’s

“wear a face mask?” yoongi suggests to jin so he wouldn’t be recognized, knowing he’s a lil upset that he can’t come to this party because the face he boasts about is known by everybody

“no. i’m gonna look like a fucking narc, yoongi.”

alright that makes sense

he bounces back from that, waving his hand to shoo you and yoongi off

“sucks. yeah whatever. i’ll hold the fort down, just don’t do anything stupid enough for me to pick you up.”

you’re not gonna do anything stupid!! :)

jungkook’s too down to even focus at the moment

he’s at his desk and he’s supposed to study for a test tomorrow, and all the material needed for it is engraved in his mind already, but well

yeah his mind’s only fixed on you right now and not chemistry

“she thought it was someone else who gave her the lunchbox.”

jin flinches as his door bursts open, his lunch break sign posted rIGHT outside the door to avoid things like these happening

oh it’s jungkook

oh. it’s jungkook ://

“i keep telling you that counseling’s right next door, kid.”

jin himself digs the running joke but jungkook apparently doesn’t, a sorrowed look to his face that can’t be fixed by some teasing

jin ignored that obviously because it’s not like he’s on jeon’s side!! he’s just here to be as neutral and realistic as much as possible

“and besides, it’s not like you put your name on it, right?? wasn’t that your whole purpose? do it to her like she did to you?

”m-my name...,. i’ll put my name...?”

WAIT HOLD ON

jungkook jolts from his desk, an epiphany forming in his mind

he may not have understood the interaction he had with mr. kim hours ago, but after replaying it in his head for hours now (along with that part of you mistaking taehyung to be the giver), he fINALLY gets an idea

he rushes out of his room and right to the couch where jimin’s sprawled out and watching a movie

“hi jimin!!! is there a party tonight?”

jimin almost falls out of his seat from the surprise of seeing jungkook altogether, gripping his chest

“f-fuck! — yeah. yeah dude, there’s a party tonight...?”

wait why is he asking

“o-okay!! take me with you.”

WHAT

jimin’s surprised that jungkook wants to come with, let alone even ask in the first place

buuuut jimin’s a good friend and he’ll say his assurances first before he gets to asking the why aspect to this

“alright. by the way about last time, kook — i swear i won’t leave you alone this time!! i’m gonna hold my alcohol in and-“

“no, no!” jungkook interrupts and shakes his head strongly, spooking jimin for a second with how determined he looks

“you can leave me alone at the party!! i-i’ll be there on my own.”

this is his idea

he’s a man with a plan!!! he’s also a man who has your eyedrops and the various containers he made with it inside his gigantic hoodie pocket

he’s more comfortable now than he was the first time he came around at a party

he knows you’re here somewhere along the crowd and that alone brings him comfort :-)

“i’m gonna go outside. these vape juices are annoying.”

you huff the moment you get a whiff of sriracha-flavored vape juice one more time, the whole area where you happen to sit in being the most annoyingly-scented room in the whole house

who does that!!!!! who gets condiments as their fucking vape juice!!!!!

yoongi waves you off as he’s also nearing his limit too, his peeve being mint chocolate juice and he’s gonna dip as sOON as this dude at the corner tries blowing it into laughable smoke rings again

yeah that’s what fresh air smells like alright

.... and rain??

it’s raining???

wow you haven’t even noticed and practically no one else did

hoseok’s sound system must be too good for none of you to notice that it’s raining outside!! a light shower that looks like it’s gonna turn into buckets within a matter of minutes

“Y/N!!!”

a voice yells into the street and your eyes widen with how loud it is, squinting your eyes hard to try and see the source

is that-

“TAEHYUNG?!?!”

is he running towards you??

wait why is he running towards you

(tae actually found out about this party through yoongi and he heard that there were non-alcoholic jello shots and mini cake hors d’oeuvres which are his favorites so he’s sprinting)

the way that he’s running towards you and the water that puddles when he steps gives you anxiety, a worried lilt to your yell

“TAE?? BE CAREFUL IT’S-“

taehyung can’t register what you just yelled out because before he knows it, he slips

he slips suddenly in the rain and there’s a harsh twist to his ankle in doing so that makes him choke out

“WHAT DID YOU — FUCK!!^]%{^]”

oh my god

you grab the nearest umbrella in the rack from your right, speed-walking to where taehyung’s fallen on the ground

he’s visibly startled, blubbering when you get to him

“i-i’m not crying. it’s the rain.”

of course :-)

you lift taehyung without much help from him since it’s hard for him to shift his body weight into one foot, putting yourself underneath his arm

“yeah, i believe you,” you smile as to comfort him and he returns it in relief, knocking the side of his head to the top of yours because his adrenaline’s through the roof

“i’ll walk you home. or to the emergency room. your call.”

“ER please??? god, m-my roommate’s into crystals and i don’t think amethyst can help me with this.”

yeah lmao that’s your cue to start walking

you text seokjin to meet you at the hospital instead of here, having to consider the fact that an official from student affairs is picking you up and is indeed your best friend being enough of a shock for poor taehyung at the moment

jungkook’s been looking for you for the past minute ever since you stood up from the couch, following you out the door but uh,,, you’re not here??

who is here?

oh wait!!! that’s vernon at the bench by the front foor!!! he’s from his stem class :D

“was that y/n? a-and taehyung?”

jungkook doesn’t beat around the bush because he’s sort of friends with the guy too, the same guy who’s a lil giggly with the daiquiris at the moment

“hey jimin!! what’s up dude? yeah, that was y/n and taehyung.”

uhm what

jimin’s BLONDE!! how could he get mistaken for jimin?

jungkook ignores the mistaken identity, eyes anxiously pointing towards the road again

“she’s walking him home?”

“totally. she’s always done that with him.”

what

..... what

he’s trying to trust it on good faith that vernon absolutely doesn’t know what he’s talking about

jungkook’s hurt but god does that pain shoot through him instantly, getting out of the porch wistlessly

wAIT

that’s you!!! that’s still you!!!!

and you’re-

????

you’re holding up taehyung and he’s limping

your ears pick up on the sudden running behind you and that pANICS you and in turn panics tae

but that doesn’t matter

it shouldn’t.

the cabs are atleast three more blocks away and neither of you brought a car because the dorms are walking-distance

everyone that’s left at the party has got to be too intoxicated to even put a key in the ignition

the weight on your shoulder eases and it makes you stop in your tracks to see if tae’s suddenly regrouped

is that —

jungkook lifts taehyung by his other arm, the light shower of rain making his hair damp without an umbrella like yours

“taehyung’s hurt.”

it only registers now that you’re seeing jungkook and he’s right here, surprising you as a whole

jungkook’s as startled as you are, swallowing the nervousness upon seeing you to get his words out

“a-and i wanna talk to you.”

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maybe-theres-hope · 3 years

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Tarlos Fic - Dinner Date

3.2k | T | Warnings: Blood, Injuries (mostly minor) | Contains: Judd/Carlos friendship, Tarlos being perfect, blue Camaro (rip)

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“So, what are your plans for the night?” Nancy asked as they exited the ambulance, their shift nearly over as long as the bell didn’t go off in the next ten minutes.

TK smiled to himself for a moment before he spoke. “Well, Carlos is taking me to Jeffrey’s, so…”

“Holy mother,” Nancy breathed, looking at him with obvious envy. “Do you guys have a ten year anniversary or something coming up? Did he get some kind of commendation at work? Because I know your last one was like a month ago, so.”

“No, no anniversary, that’s in a couple of months. And its three years, Nance.” He chose to ignore her muttering about their mushiness ‘aging me ten years’. “And nothing from work that I know of. Maybe he just loves me?” TK couldn’t stop grinning while they stocked the bus and readied for the handover.

“He loves you crap ton! Their wagyu strip steak is a hundred and twenty-five dollars!” Nancy had her phone out, obviously googling the menu.

“Well at least we’ll save money on wine,” TK said with a chuckle.

“I’ve heard of the place by reputation but like, dude, who ever gets the chance to actually go there?”

“TK it seems,” Tommy cut in. “Why don’t you go on? We got it here and you’re gonna need at least an hour to pick out an outfit.”

“And gel your hair. You and your dad are way more alike than you want to admit,” Nancy added with a roll of her eyes.

“Yeah, yeah. You sure, Cap? I can stay and help?”

“I’m sure, kiddo. Go get dolled up for your man. Eat a few bites for us, yeah?” Tommy yelled at his retreating figure. She and Nancy looked at each other with grins as they caught the little skip in his step.

“So, what do you think the occasion is?”

Tommy looked back at Nancy with a gleam in her eye. “I can wager a guess, but I don’t want to jinx it.” Nancy just gave her a look and went back to restocking.

Around 8 p.m., Owen was sitting in his office toying with his phone in his hand, smiling at his last text exchange.

we’re just leaving the house now, wish me luck!

you’re not gonna need it, kid :)

“Not if I know my son anyway,” Owen said aloud to the empty room. He wondered if it’d happened yet. No incoherent string of emoji’s from TK yet, so he doubted it.

He was shoving the phone back into his pocket with the bell went off.

“Alright guys,” Owen said into the mic from the Captain’s chair. “Dispatch says three vehicles involved, two still on the road and one went over the side into the ravine. Police are on their way but we’ll probably beat ‘em there. Strickland, Marwani, soon as we get there I want you to harness up and get down in that ravine. Judd, you too. You’ll be in command down there and I’ll stay up top with the other two vehicles. Everybody else you’re with me, got it?”

A chorus of “Copy that, Cap,” and suddenly they were on the scene.

“Marjan, Paul, we’re goin’ down!” Judd called to them as the rest of the crew went over to the silver Prius and black Mazda that were crumpled in the middle of the two-lane highway. Judd wasn’t a prayin’ man, but he sent up a little something to the man upstairs that this went their way. It looked bad.

Paul arrived at his side first, strapped into his gear. “Marjan’s grabbing the bag from the truck, she’s coming.”

“Alright. We’ll go down this way,” Judd said, pointing to a safe-ish stretch of hillside. “Can’t see the other car from here but dispatch said bystanders saw it go over. Probably just hidden in the trees.”

“Okay guys, let’s do this!” Marjan called, harnessed and carrying the medical bag and a backboard. “TK’s gonna be sad he missed this. Medical doesn’t get to harness up a lot and I know he loved it. He coulda helped.”

“Nah, he’s got better things tonight. Carlos was takin’ him to Jeffrey’s,” Paul said with a waggle of his eyebrows.

“Ohh, fancy,” Marjan said with a smile. “What’s the occasion?”

They’d reached the bottom and were starting to look through the brush and low-hanging trees for a vehicle.

“Don’t know,” Paul answered. “But I think Cap’s in on it somehow.”

“What?”

“Yeah,” Judd cut in as he whacked a few branches out of his way. “Carlos came by the station a few weeks ago, and they sat up in Cap’s office for an hour before he left grinnin’ like a possum eatin’ a sweet tater.”

“I have no idea what that means,” Paul said with a laugh.

“Hey guys, look!” Marjan called from a few yards to the left. The other two went to her position and saw what she’d found. A track in the underbrush where it had been torn at and flattened. “Think this is the place.”

“Let’s go,” said Judd. They followed the path through the brush for a couple of yards before they caught sight of it: taillights. “Alright, Marjan you go on the passenger side, I got the driver. Paul you see if you can clear some of that brush off the back in case the doors are jammed and we gotta get ‘em out that’a way.”

Visibility was still low despite the lights of the car and their flashlights, but as they approached they saw the car wrapped around the trunk of a tree on the passenger side. “I don’t know if I can get in there, Judd, but I’ll try,” Marjan said as she broke out into a jog.

“Wait!” Paul cried. Judd looked over at him, and he would have said such a thing couldn’t happen to a calm and collected person like Paul, but his face had gone ashen. “That’s Carlos’s car,” he said on a breath.

“What?” In the dark, now that he was really looking, he could see they were coming up on—what used to be—a blue Camaro.

“I’m sure of it. TK bullied him into putting that sticker on the back because he said it was too pristine and it needed personality.” He shone his flashlight at the rear bumper and sure enough, there was a SXSW sticker half ripped off from the path the car had taken to get there.

“Come on,” Judd said, heart rate kicking up.

“Should we call Cap?” Paul asked.

“No, we stay down here and do our jobs, and he stays up there and does his. We’ll get ‘em.” His voice sounded numb even to his own ears, but he was determined.

“They were on their way to dinner,” Paul said lowly.

“Yeah, probably takin’ the backroads to avoid traffic,” Judd said, shaking his head. Fate was hell sometimes.

When they reached the car, Marjan was yelling. “TK! TK can you hear me?” She turned to Judd. “I can’t get in there. The tree trunk is halfway into the car, probably pinning him to the console. He’s unresponsive.” Her face was also pale, but determined.

Judd went to the driver’s side and saw Carlos, head hanging to the side facing the broken window. He tried the door as he called out. “Carlos? Hey Carlos, come on buddy. Can you hear me?” The door wouldn’t budge; Judd figured the car had rolled a couple of times coming down the hill, crumpling it like a tin can. Then he heard a soft groan.

He looked up, and one of Carlos’s eyes was trying to open. The other was swollen shut, where he’d probably hit his head on the steering wheel before the airbag deployed. Half his face had burn marks from it.

“Hey, hey Carlos, look at me, that’s it.” That one eye tracked around before it landed on Judd, drawn to the light of the flashlight on his helmet. “Hey man. We’re gonna get you out okay? Now, can you move your fingers and toes for me?” Judd stuck his head into the window to see down in the floor boards. “Alright, likely no spinal damage. How’s your head?”

“Hurts. Shoulder, too.” His voice was barely audible.

“Okay, it looks like you dislocated it,” Judd said as he prodded his left shoulder. “I don’t see anything broken but we’ll have to get you out to determine that.”

“TK—“ a wheeze, “TK…first. Been out…a while.”

Judd peered over to the passenger side, where TK was shoved almost fully into the center console, head laid back on the headrest and his face covered in blood. Marjan and Paul were still hard at work outside trying to clear a path into the car.

“We can’t get to his side just yet, but we can get you out first and then we’ll be able to pull him out this way, okay? We wanna focus on you right now.”

“Alive.”

“Yeah, you’re alive, Carlos. You’re not gonna leave us yet,” he said as he assessed the door panels where they could cut through with the saws they brought.

“No. TK. Weak, but…alive,” Carlos breathed out, coughing through the end.

“We’ll make sure he’s alive, okay?” Judd said, trying not to lose his professionalism at this whole messed up situation.

“He is.” Judd stopped looking around and looked back at Carlos. The man raised his right hand just as much as he was able, showing where he had two fingers on TK’s radial pulse.

“Good, that’s good Carlos,” Judd assured him. That meant Carlos had had some minutes of consciousness after the accident before they showed up. “Was he talking at all? After you hit the tree?”

“Little. Minutes, maybe.”

“That’s good, that’ll help. Alright Carlos, we’re gonna get this door off so I’m gonna cover you with this while we do okay?” Judd waited for a small nod before he covered Carlos’s face and torso with his own turnout coat.

After an agonizing four minutes, the door popped off in a shower of metal and broken glass. Judd removed the coat and went back in to assess. “Carlos? How you doin’?”

“Tired. But won’t…sleep. Promise. That’s bad.”

“You learn a few things from your Paramedic boyfriend?” Judd said with a watery smile.

“Mmm.”

“Judd, I got the back cleared. Maybe we can get in there to at least check TK’s vitals,” Paul informed them.

“Get on it, I’ma try to get Carlos here out onto this backboard. Marjan, radio for another backboard and have two RA’s ready to go topside!”

“Copy that!” Judd had to admire those two. They never let their professionalism slip too far, though he could see they were worried sick. He could relate. He wouldn’t relax until both of the boys were back up the hill and on the way to the hospital.

From the looks of things, maybe not even then. But he had hope.

“Alright, Carlos, I’m gonna grab your legs and behind your shoulders here and pull you out, okay? It’s gonna hurt like hell, but it’ll be quick.”

“Wait.”

Judd stopped cold.

“Left…pocket. Please.”

“You want me to get at your left pocket?” A nod. “Alright, hang on.”

Judd carefully shifted Carlos’s leg so he could reach into his slacks, which had probably been part of a very nice suit at the beginning of the night. His fingers searched until they hit a small bump, an object no bigger than a baseball, soft velvet over a hard shell. He sucked his lips between his teeth and squeezed his eyes shut for a moment as he pulled it free in his hand.

“Keep it…safe…for me?”

Judd looked down at the little black box for a moment, then clutched it tight in his hand before transferring it one of the innermost pockets of his turnout.

“Of course, man. I will guard this with my life.” He looked up and saw Marjan coming back with another backboard. “Alright, buddy. It’s go time.”

Carlos gave a weak nod and winced when Judd started to pull.

“Welcome back, man. You had us worried there for a bit.”

Carlos opened his good eye to see Judd sitting at his bedside, smiling softly. It took a moment to remember where he was. Hospital. Accident. Tree.

“TK—“

“Is fine. Banged up and will need crutches for a few weeks, not to mention a killer headache with no meds, but he’s fine. All things considered.”

“Where is he?”

“On his way, so you just stay put, okay? You’re pretty banged up, too, ya’know.”

Carlos shifted a bit and winced. His left arm was in a sling, his head bandaged over his left eye, and his right side hurt like hell.

“Broken rib when the tree went into TK’s door, door went into TK, TK went into the console, then the console went into you. He’s got a femoral fracture in his right leg but like I said, all things considered, you’re both pretty well off for how far you fell and probably rolled.”

“Yeah, he said his leg had gone numb but he could still move his toes. He made sense for about five minutes, then started talking all jumbled, then went quiet. I uh…freaked out a bit after that. I thought he had…” Carlos trailed off, looking haunted.

“Yeah, and you kept your fingers on his pulse that whole time. What you were able to tell us at the scene helped us treat him. You did good, Carlos.”

“Not good enough to swerve in time,” he said.

“Not your fault. And don’t you dare go thinkin’ it is. I don’t wanna hear it, Carlos,” Judd said in what TK called his Dad Voice. Stern and no room for argument. Carlos just nodded.

“And uh, hey. I been waitin’ to give this back to you.” Judd stood and walked over to the bed, holding out a tiny black box. Carlos took it and cradled it against his chest. “It better be a nice one, cuz I about had a heart attack while I was showerin’ thinkin’ someone was gonna come get my pile a’clothes and take ‘em to the laundry while I was gone.”

“You didn’t open it?”

“Nah, I figure the big reveal? TK deserves that all to himself.”

“Owen’s seen it,” Carlos countered, smirking.

“Uh huh. He approve?”

Carlos laughed. “He whistled and said I spent too much.”

“To impress the Cap it must be a lot,” Judd said with a small whistle of his own.

“Well, what was it Michael Scott said? Three years’ salary?”

Judd’s eyes almost popped out of his head, and Carlos laughed harder before wincing again at his broken rib. “I’m kidding, Judd. But I can tell you, no matter the cost, TK deserves the best and that’s what I hope I got.”

“You gonna make another reservation? Soon as y’all get back into fightin’ shape?”

Carlos looked down at the box again for a moment, contemplating. “I…don’t think so.”

Judd had a confused expression on his face but at that moment, a nurse was wheeling TK into the room, followed by most of the 126. Carlos’s face lit up like starlight at the sight of him.

“Hey, babe,” TK said with a smile. His leg was in a full cast, so the nurse was careful in maneuvering him around to Carlos’s bedside.

“Hey, I feel like you should be the one in bed! Why are you out and about?”

“Because you were still asleep and he’s an absolute menace. We made multiple apologies to the staff on his behalf for the last hour,” Owen said as he walked into the room behind his crew. “He’s a stubborn little shit. Always has been, always will be. You sure you’re up for that?” He asked knowingly. TK was still looking at Carlos, blushing at his dad’s ribbing. Carlos met his eyes and said, “Yes.” He blushed more.

“In fact,” Carlos continued. “I’m ready to get started. I’ve waited too long anyway. I mean, how many times do you and I have to beat death before I get the nerve to do this?” He said, looking into TK’s beautiful eyes which were looking confused.

“What are you talking about, babe?”

“Look, I’m sorry this didn’t go how I planned. And I’m sorry I can’t get down on one knee right now, but. I hope you love me enough not to mind.” He lifted his good arm, his hand holding out the box. “A little help, Judd?”

“It’d be an honor,” the man said before leaning in and opening the box, since Carlos only had one good arm.

At the sight of the contents of the box, TK’s eyes went as big as saucers. Surprise was written clearly over every inch of his features, which were all still beautiful even scarred and stitched up as they were at the moment. God, Carlos loved this man so much.

“Tyler Kennedy Strand, you are the love of my life. I tried so many different scenarios in my head of how this speech would go, before I just said screw it, I’ll speak from the heart. You’re kind, funny, sexy, sweet, and everything in between. You can’t boil water and you absolutely can’t properly separate laundry. I have a dozen pink shirts as proof of that.” At this, the gathered group chuckled and TK went bright red. “Ah, but you also know just how to ease the tension from a long day just by hugging me on the doorstep. And I can always count on you to be there for me when the world gets too much, when what we see out there creeps in too far. And I want you to know, that I want to be that for you too, for the rest of our lives. So, TK. Will you marry me?”

The room was silent, apart from the hum and beeps of the machines. Everyone on the edge of their proverbial seats, but no one having any doubt to the outcome.

“Oh, my God! Of course I’ll marry you! Yes, yes! Yes!” The last was said through TK’s fingers covering his red face, hiding the few tears that had started to fall. He held out his left hand to Carlos, who Judd had kindly helped by removing the ring from its box and handing it back to him. He slid it over TK’s finger, smiling like an idiot the whole time, barely registering the whoops and hollers of the 126 throughout the room.

He only had eyes for TK.

“I love you,” TK breathed through his happy tears.

“I love you too, baby. Always.”

“Oh, my God, dude, were you seriously surprised?” Nancy asked incredulously once the commotion had died down.

“Well…yeah? I didn’t expect this at all,” TK said, looking sheepish.

“TK…my dude…he was taking you to Jeffrey’s! How could you not know?”

Once again, the room erupted in laughter and TK ducked his head again. Carlos reached out and touched his chin, catching his eyes again.

There was nothing but love there.

CLEARLY every Tarlos fic I write has to have a proposal in it *shrug emoji*

Also I wrote this in like an hour after I had a dream so please excuse any typos I didn’t catch!

Please reblog if you liked it! I would really really appreciate it :) Thank you for reading!

#tarlos #tarlos fic #carlos reyes #tk strand #911 lone star #brooke writes

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broadstbroskis · 4 years

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four times your best friend ruined a date + one time he didn’t | mat barzal

a/n: once again, not the fic i set out to write this weekend, but here we have arrived! enjoy💜

the first

Look, no one has ever told you that you have a problem making your voice heard. You’re pretty chatty. Your voice carried. In fact, usually, people were asking you to stop talking, to lower your voice.

Not on this date. Max from Tinder had let you say two things in the amount of time since you sat down at the table outside one of your favorite Mexican restaurants in Brooklyn: hello and your food order.

Your meal is good, as always, and the margs can’t come fast enough to drown out Max across from you. Each time you’ve tried to respond to something he’s said, he just talks louder. You’ve given up on this one. You’ll get a good meal out of this and never talk to this asshole again.

But then, you spot a familiar head of hair walking toward you on the sidewalk and you’re shouting out before you can help yourself. Like you can’t keep words in any longer and if Max from Tinder isn’t going to let you use them, you’ll just throw them out anywhere you can. “Mat!”

You almost laugh at your best friend, a 6’0 giant who often looked even larger, as he does a double take, but he is able to track down the sound. He grins when he realizes it’s you and he’s quickly by your side, wrapping his arm around you as you lean your head against his hip, the body part closest to him, and beam up at him. “What’s up?”

You nod over at Max from Tinder, whose face has soured, as he looks at Mat. “Just out.”

“We’re actually kinda in a thing right now.” Max from Tinder says to him, rather rudely, if you had to say. “So if you don’t mind,” He trails off, very pointedly, looking over at the sidewalk.

Your jaw actually drops at that, but Mat just grins and jumps the railing between the restaurant and the street. “I don’t mind at all, actually! I haven’t seen YN all week.” He yanks the empty chair over from the table next door and sits. “What’s new, babe?”

You can’t help but laugh at the look on Max from Tinder’s face as you answer Mat. “Nothing much, boo.”

“Seriously?” Max from Tinder asks, furiously, looking absolutely livid as he attempts to stare Mat down, who for his part, looks as calm as can be as he asks you how work’s been, what’s new with your family, what dumb shit your brother has got up to in his frat this week- all the usual things he’d ask you when the two of you were trying to catch up.

The final straw comes when Mat orders a marg of his own. Max from Tinder just stands up from the table and walks out the door. “What a douche.” Mat says, mildly, dipping a chip in one of the salsas on the table.

“Look who’s talking!” You laugh.

“Sorry, what was that?” Mat feigns not being able to hear you. “A thank you for not making you sit here with him for any longer?”

You laugh again, pushing his favorite salsa closer to him. “Thank you.”

He beams back at you. “Anytime.”

the second

Ashley lets out a low whistle as you step out of her closet, fuck me heels carefully chosen from her collection to match the little black dress pulled from your own wardrobe. “Damn.” She whistles again and you flashback for a moment to freshman year, when she became your favorite roommate for doing the same thing the first time you went out together. “Where’s Kevin from Finance taking you?” You adjust the straps of the dress in her mirror as you drop the name of the expensive restaurant that your co-worker was taking you to for your third date. “Okay, yeah.” She laughs. “You’re putting out tonight.”

“Ashley!” You laugh, instead of dismissing her entirely.

“I’ll expect a full run-down tomorrow.” She sing-songs at you, as you grab your clutch and walk out the door to meet Kevin from Finance in the lobby downstairs.

The two dates you’ve had with your coworker have been so far enjoyable- one to a beer garden on what has seemed to be the last warm fall day and the second to one of those axe throwing places with some friends- and despite the heightened atmosphere of this one, it starts off just as enjoyable with some easy conversation. Kevin from Finance orders a bottle of wine for you to split, and you commend his choice while you scan the menu for something to order.

For most of the night, you go back and forth, just crossing over what might be an acceptable line for flirting at the dinner table, but you both know where this is headed later. It was pretty clear to you in the way Kevin from Finance looked you up and down when he picked you up, in the way he caught you sneaking the same once over in return, how his eyes follow your tongue as it tries to catch a drip of wine.”

They darken as your cheeks flush and you try to distract yourself from thinking about where the evening is headed by taking another sip of wine, only to be interrupted by a surprise arrival. “YN?”

“Hey!” You greet Mat warmly, smiling up at him. “How are you?” He beams back at you, exchanging pleasantries. “What are you even doing here?” You tease. “Pretty fancy for an off day.”

“We’ve got a team thing.” He waves in the direction of the private room in back, which you had noticed was closed off for a private event, but hadn’t bothered to look into more. Maybe if you hadn’t been so distracted staring at Kevin from Finance’s biceps straining in his dress shirt, you would have noticed a couple of the Islanders starting to file in. “And you must be the guy she’s been talking about.” He sticks his hand out to Kevin from Finance. “What’s up man, I’m Mat.”

But while you’d mentioned that there was maybe a new guy to Mat, you’d never mentioned that you knew Mat to Kevin from Finance, and that becomes clear the second you look over to him. His jaw is dropped, his eyes are huge, he makes no move to shake Mat’s hand; it’s like he’s frozen. “I’m a huge fan.” Kevin from Finance manages, finally, after what feels like forever.

Mat smiles, much more trained in this kind of situation than you are, because you’re looking your date like he’s got three heads. “Always good to hear, man! Make sure you take good care of our girl, here, eh?” He pats you on the shoulder and Kevin from Finance nods, more seriously than you’ve ever seen him do anything. “I have to head in. Stop on over for a drink on your way out if you want, okay?” Again, a nod from Kevin from Finance, even as you just hmm noncommittally.

And then, things get weird. For as nice and chatty as he was before Mat stopped by, now it’s like pulling teeth when trying to get Kevin from Finance to say something. He won’t meet your eyes, instead looking between the plate that sits in front of you and the room Mat disappeared into. “Can I help you with something?” You ask, finally.

“I don’t think I can do this.” He says, shaking his head.

“What?” You snap, annoyed.

“I can’t compete with that-him!”

“I’ll make it easy for you; there’s no competition.” You say flatly.

Kevin from Finance shakes his head again. “I-you-no. There’s competition!” He stands, dropping his napkin onto the table as your jaw drops. “Sorry.”

After being fucking ghosted in the middle of your date and apologizing profusely to the wait staff for having to immediately bag up both meals (that you had to pick up the check for, these better be the best fucking meals of your life), you make your way over to the Islanders’s private room and drape yourself over Mat’s back, as best you can. “You owe me a lot of drinks, sir.”

He’s surrounded by a few teammates and wives, who all immediately burst into laughter at his protests. “How do you figure that?”

“Because my date left me here because of you!”

Mat winces. “I was perfectly pleasant!” He pauses. “Today. To that guy!”

“Sorry,” Grace bites her lip, like she’s holding back a laugh. “There have been others, that you haven’t been?”

“Well yeah, but that guy deserved it!” It’s too late; they’re all laughing again.

“This time it was your general existence.” You tell him, moving off his back, but staying close when his arm immediately reaches to wrap around your waist.

“This seems unreasonable.” Mat pouts. “That I owe you drinks just because you decided to date someone too insecure.”

“Dude, we’re not paying for anything here.” Tito reminds him. “Just give the girl her drinks.”

“I always knew I liked you best.” You smile at Tito, who returns your grin.

“Yeah, yeah, we’ll see if you’re saying that later when I’m the one making sure you don’t fall all over the place in those shoes.” Mat grumbles, flagging down a waiter to take your drink order.

You grin up at him. “If you keep getting me drinks and make sure I get home in these shoes, you can have your Number 1 spot back.”

Mat sighs longsufferingly, like it’s going to be such a hardship for him, even though you both know that you’re the clingiest drunk who does absolutely anything that anyone tells you to and as soon as he drops you off in bed, you’ll be out like a light. “Deal.”

It’s not quite what happens-your clinginess extends to yanking him into bed and not letting him leave- but as soon as he settles next to you and you can curl up into his side, then you’re willing to listen when he whispers, “go to sleep,” as his hand moves to play with the ends of your hair.

the third

Can’t talk now. Have a date!!! You send Mat, after ignoring his FaceTime request, and then walk into the cute little cafe that Jake from College had suggested you meet at.

“Hey!” He grins at you, as you grab a seat at the table. “Did you find the place okay?”

You bust out laughing. New to the city, Jake from College had mentioned that he lived around the corner, and was still figuring his way around. “I’ve been here a few times before actually. I’ve been here long enough to navigate my way around pretty well.” You tease.

He laughs. “Fair enough.”

After placing your orders, you catch each other up on where you’ve been and where you’re at now. You chat about some of your mutual friends, gossip about whether or not you think Jack and Mallory will actually make it down the aisle, and talk a little about your families.

“Yeah, so my brother’s frat has been-”

“Oh no.” Suddenly, Mat’s dropping into the empty chair beside you, throwing an arm around the back of yours, and there’s Tito slipping in across from him, not looking nearly as thrilled to be there. “What’s that kid up to now?”

“What are you doing here?” You ask him, ignoring his question completely.

“We were just grabbing a post-practice meal.” He says and Tito nods his agreement, but when you look across the table at him, studying his face carefully, he won’t meet your eyes.

“Okay.” You tell him, kind of annoyed that he interrupted what had been an otherwise good date. “So you’re going to grab your meals and go?”

“Well now that I know you have this big huge table…” Mat hints, and you’re all ready to tell him absolutely not, when Jake from College jumps in.

“Yeah, of course!” He says, and Mat grins. “I’d love to meet some more of YN’s friends.”

“Would you?” You mutter under your breath, dryly enough that Mat flicks your shoulder.

You don’t know what’s worse- that Mat, Tito, and Jake from College get along like a house on fire, or that after Mat and Tito show up, Jake from College barely says another word to you. Not because he’s so starstruck by their existence.

Because they’re genuinely becoming friends. By the time all four of you finish with your meals, it’s like Jake from College has forgotten you’re even at the table, caught up in discussing tennis with Tito and making plans with both of them to play basketball next weekend with a couple guys they know.

When you part ways, he barely says goodbye to you, which is a slap in the face after the bro hugs Mat and Tito both get. “Don’t be mad.” Mat says immediately, when you round on him.

“Seriously?” You glare at him.

“It was a coincidence.” He says, maybe too pushy to be entirely true, and you remember the way Tito wouldn’t meet your gaze earlier, narrowing your eyes at him further.

“Right.”

“It was!” Mat insists and you really have no way of proving it wasn’t so you just huff back at him and start walking, knowing that they’ll be catching up behind you.

the twelfth

“What happened to I’m never dating another New Yorker again?” Ashley asks, watching you get ready to go out with yet another Tinder date.

You give her a look through the mirror. “Ashley, this one might be my dream man.”

“That’s what you’ve said about them all.” She advises. “And none of them have been,”

“I’ll just die alone then.” You tell her dramatically.

She snickers. “I don’t think that’s the case. I think there’s definitely a Non-New Yorker that is very willing to date you.”

You give her a look. “Oh yeah? Send him my way?”

“Hmm.” She says. “Don’t think I’ll need to. He manages to find his own way.”

“If you’re talking about who I think you’re talking about,” You say, fluffing your hair one last time. “Then I don’t think he’s willing to date me at all.” Not willing to watch you date other people, sure, that trend has become quite clear as Mat has crashed date after date in increasingly creative ways. But never once has he made a move toward you, or tried to ramp up his flirting game to anywhere close to where you’ve seen him bring it to girls he’s interested in bringing home.

For Christ’s sake, you’ve pulled the man into bed on multiple occasions- what more does he want from you to know that you’d be interested, if he was?

Ashley returns your look, through the mirrors. “I’m certain I am talking about who you think I am, and maybe if you would do more than just pull him into bed while drunk, he might do something about it.”

You can agree to disagree on this one. There’s been that, there’s been everytime you pout at him for ruining your dates, there’s been every function or event you’ve agreed to go with him to stand by his side for the entire evening in uncomfortable shoes and an uncomfortable dress, every smile you send his way. But you’ll digress the point for now. “Well maybe tonight I’ll be pulling Graham the Perfect Man into my bed while drunk.” You stick your tongue out at her.

She grins, stepping back from your doorway so you can head out. “Use a condom!”

Upon meeting Graham the Perfect Man in one of your favorite bars (with the best burgers), you quickly realize you might actually have nailed this one. His sense of humor is impeccable and he’s incredibly charming...or at least most of the time. He’s a bit of a one-upper, but you try to be positive about it and tell yourself that he’s just trying to impress you- who isn’t on a first date?

It becomes a bit frustrating because he balances it with his humor so well. Like when you start talking about summers spent at your family’s Jersey shore house, Graham the Perfect Man casually mentions his parent’s summer home in South France, but then instantly cracks a joke about red eye flights that has you actually crying you’re laughing so hard.

“Jesus, I could hear you laughing from all the way outside.” Mat drops an arm around your shoulders and squeezes in greeting.

“Come off it, you could not.” You protest, even as he grins.

“Guess you’ll never know for real.” He teases.

“Wow, are you rude!” You huff.

“Me? You’ve been sitting here, haven’t even introduced us.” You roll your eyes, but make the introductions between Mat and Graham the Perfect Man, which actually doesn’t go terrible until someone stops and asks to take a picture with Mat, which you snap for them politely, but does bring out Graham the Perfect Man’s one-upper.

“Hockey?” He asks, and continues before Mat even has a chance to finish nodding. “Can’t say I’ve got much taste for the sport. I was a baseball player. Starting shortstop for my college.”

“But you’re not anymore.” Mat says, kinda like a dick.

“Mat!” You hiss and he just shrugs, unapologetic.

“Just the history, the nuance.” Graham the Perfect Man continues like Mat hadn’t even said anything, and even you have to fight back a laugh on that one.

Mat just shrugs again. “Yeah, alright. Cool, bro.”

“Cool, bro.” Graham the Perfect Man repeats flatly, and you know what’s going to happen before he even stands up. “Yeah, this has been fun, but…maybe...another time.” And he’s out the door, just like your dreams of this maybe happening again, so you turn to your best friend, who’s just got the biggest shit-eating grin on his face.

“Mathew.” You frown at him.

“What? Come on, that guy was a tool!”

That...is so not the point. “Stop ruining all my dates!”

Mat scoffs. “All these dates with douchy guys that you don’t even like that much?”

“Yes!” You cry, absolutely done with this game. “Because unless you’re going to do something about it yourself, that’s who I’m still going to be dating.”

“What if I want to do something about it?” Mat says, looking down and avoiding your eyes.

You laugh, hollowly. “Sure, Mat. I’ll believe it when I see it.” And then you stand up from the table and walk out without him. If he’s going to ruin your dates, he can at least grab the fucking bill. He can fucking afford it.

+ one

When you don’t hear from Mat for the entire next week, you think that’s it. He talked himself up some big game, realized it’s not what he wants, and now he was trying to back out of it without making things super uncomfortable. You figured you’d hear from him in a couple weeks, when he’d send you a meme he found, and maybe you’d just never mention that thing you said about him dating you again.

Nope.

Exactly a week after you call him out, he shows up at your door with a bouquet of flowers. “Uhh hi?” You look down at your sweatpants and oversized t-shirt.

“Hi.” He presses a kiss to your cheek, as he hands the flowers to you.

“Did um-did we have plans tonight?” If he hadn’t tucked the flowers close to you, you’re pretty sure you would have dropped them, still trying to make sense of this.

Mat grins. “We do now.”

“Um.” You repeat. “Can I...change first?”

He nods. “Yep.”

“Okay.” You take a breath, starting to get your jumbled mass of thoughts together. “Where are we going?

Mat grins again. “You’ll see.”

You eye him skeptically, but he’s not budging on that, so after you find something to put your flowers in (today’s winner is...a wine bottle), you run into your room and start searching through your closet. Mat won’t give you any hints about where you’re going, fine, you’ll just have to take your hints from him.

Moving quickly so as not to keep him waiting too long, you settle on a pair of jeans, booties, and your favorite sweater. A quick brush through your hair and a couple swipes of makeup and you deem it good enough. It’s certainly as good as it’s going to get since someone didn’t give you time to shower.

Mat smiles though, as soon as you walk back in, throwing things into the clutch you plan on carrying with you that night, but he doesn’t say anything or do anything or even move at first. “Are you ready yet?” You tease, standing at the door.

His cheeks flush a little, caught staring, but he jogs over toward you, while nodding. “Yeah, let’s go.” As soon as you lock the door, he’s slipping his hand into yours, merely smiling when you look up at him questioningly.

“Now will you tell me where we’re going?”

“Nope.” Mat grins, tugging your hand to pull you to the right.

“Come on, really?” But he stands firm, instead asking you something about your day, which lasts all the way until he pulls you into your favorite restaurant, laughing when you realize it’s the end point.

Dinner is amazing and the speakeasy he leads you to afterwards for drinks is as well. You spend half the time grinning at the place around you, wondering how he managed to find someplace so cool and then backtracking that thought, because, yeah, of course, he did.

Mat’s smiling at you when you look back at him, eyes never leaving you, it seems, as he swirls his drink around in his glass. “You look happy.”

“I am happy.” You tell him honestly, which only widens his smile.

“So you’d be happy to do this again?”

“Do what again?” You ask, feigning innocence, solely to mess with him. “I don’t actually recall you ever asking me to do this in the first place.”

He throws his head back in a laugh, that big one he’s got that you love. “Can I take you out sometime?”

You nod, smiling as he leans across the table toward you. “I suppose it’s too late to say no.”

“Can I take you out all of the time?” He reaches out for your cheek, brushing his thumb along it.

“Well you do owe me a lot of meals.” You tease. This might better than any date he’s ruined, but you’re not about to let him off that easy.

“I’m sure I can work something out with you.” He mutters, practically right up against your lips, before kissing you completely.

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fishoutofcamelot · 4 years

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Yves Montand's les feuilles mortes is Merwen as Gwen ages and becomes old, memories flitting in and out of her consciousness as Merlin tends to her last moments on her death bed, her hand caressing his cheek as she says the final goodbye. Merlin clutches into her hand tight, his shoulders tremored as he sobs, losing his last friend and lover.

Dude it’s MY job to make people sad about Merwen! If you keep this up, I’ll be out of a job!!! And I can’t afford that in this tragic fandom economy.

Ngl tho, you’re absolutely right about the vibes. Although if I might add, I also kinda get a reincarnation vibe from it too.

The scene: France, 1947. WWII is finally over. Merlin, or Michon Epinette as he goes by now, is walking down a wet cobblestone street. His face is sullen. As he walks, hands stuffed into his pockets and head bowed, flashbacks are interjected into his mind. Brief snippets of his time in Camelot - meeting Arthur, hanging out with the knights, saving the kingdom. But above all, his time with Gwen. All the memories and laughs and tears they shared together.

The flashbacks increase in frequency the further along he comes, only now they’re all focusing on Arthur’s death, Leon and Gaius and Percival’s deaths, until only Merlin and Gwen remain. Until Gwen ages and dies too, until Merlin is left weeping over her dead body. But in none of the memories do any of their faces appear. The faces and appearances of his loved ones are just some of the many things he’s forgotten after all these years, much to his distress.

Merlin shakes his head to force the memories away, and enters a bar. It’s pretty empty. Everyone is fairly quiet aside from the clanking of glasses and occasional murmurs here and there - and on the stage, a slow, morose jazz performance.

He sits down at the bar and gets a drink, watching the performance and trying not to cry over how deeply the mournful lyrics speak to him. It’s the 1400-year anniversary of Gwen’s death, and it stings just as intensely now as it did back then.

The woman singing wears a yellow dress that is elegant yet simple, back exposed and black gloves deftly holding the microphone. Her own eyes are tearful, she herself affected by her own lyrics - Les Feuilles Mortes, now that he thinks about it - and if not for some impressive self-control then her elaborate makeup might have been running.

But looking at her face, her dark, gentle face and deep brown eyes, a most profound sense of deja vu settles into his gut. As if he should know her somehow.

But Merlin has lived for many, many years, and has met many, many people. If he’s met her before, he doesn’t remember, and likely never will. And besides, it was probably nothing important.

Still, the clenching of his heart pulls him to her. As if something terrible will happen, as if he’ll suffer a loss worse than he can ever imagine, if he doesn’t hold her in his arms this very moment.

Instead of sweeping her up and never letting go, Merlin waits for the song to end, politely applauds, and then greets her as she sits down at the bar stool next to him. Another performer walks onto the stage in her place.

They speak in French as she asks if she’s seen him before, a puzzled look creasing her features. He says that he’s just got one of those faces, and reaches out his hand to shake hers. He introduces himself using his current alias, Michon Epinette, but his ribcage screams at him to tell the truth. To tell her that his name is Merlin. He ignores the impulse.

She calls herself Guinevere Laurent, and oh how his heart aches at the familiarity of it. Another Guinevere, just as kind and soft as his own had once been. He commends her performance, admits that it had made him cry, and she tells him it has that effect on people - especially those who have recently suffered a loss.

Ms. Laurent asks him who he’s lost, then gets flustered as she apologizes for being so forward. He instead tells her that he lost a great deal of friends. Everyone he’s ever known and loved is dead now.

“The war?” she surmises.

“Yes,” he says, because while they’re not thinking about the same war it’s still true.

She sips from her cocktail glass. “I lost a great deal of friends to the war as well. My brother Elouan, my best friend Lazare, and my father Thomas. Normandy, all of them.”

He shrugs. “If they had to die at war, at least it was Normandy.” Then, flustering - “Oh no, I’m so sorry! That was so insensitive of me. I didn’t mean -”

Ms. Laurent - Guinevere - shakes her head. “It’s fine. You’re right, though. Normandy is...heroic. As good a place to die as any. I just...I just wish they hadn’t had to die in the first place.”

Merlin has nothing to say to that, so he doesn’t. And the two of them sit there at the bar counter, nursing their cocktails - which are, coincidentally, the exact same - and ruminate over their respective losses. Guinevere Laurent is likely thinking about the second world war, and Merlin is thinking about Camlann. And both of them are thinking about after. What happens next. Where they go from here, when everyone they care about is six feet under.

While the similarity in names is likely a coincidence, Merlin can’t help but feel drawn to this Guinevere too. She speaks and acts and feels so much like the one he lost that his chest burns with sorrow. But also, perhaps, with something else too. Something he hasn’t felt in a long time.

Hope.

Merlin ventures out his broken heart and cracks a joke, trying to lighten her spirits. For the life of him, he will never be able to remember what the joke is, but it does its job in making a tentative smile splash onto her face.

Warily, with an uneven and rough voice, she murmurs out a joke of her own. He won’t ever be able to remember that one, either, but he laughs just as quietly and genuinely as she did.

After an hour their laughter has transformed into something loud and unending, and it fills up the entire bar with an orange, jovial mood. Other people are talking amongst themselves with more liveliness than they had before, and now Merlin and Guinevere are not the only people smiling in here. Even the scrunched-faced bartender is cracking a grin.

It feels familiar. It feels like he’s been in this situation before - laughing with someone as loudly as possible to chase away their mutual pains, until their desperation turns into sincerity and sincerity into passion.

For one glorious evening, Merlin allows himself to exist in a fantasy world where Gwen isn’t dead, but sitting right next to him. It’s weird and wrong, for sure, but he can’t help pretending that Guinevere Laurent and Guinevere Pendragon are the same person.

The crowd raucously, drunkenly cries out to Guinevere for an encore, begging her to give them another song. She shakes her head and says she’s done for the night, and all her songs are too sad anyway, but the crowd remains insistent.

Merlin nudges her shoulder with his own. “You can do this, Gwen.”

And for some reason, just locking eyes with him is enough for her to acquiesce.

She dusts off her dress and reluctantly shuffles onto the stage once more, and the current performer steps aside to let her have the microphone.

Guinevere discusses something with the people manning the instruments, and after a moment they appear to reach an agreement of some kind.

As the music swells to life, she casts one final glance at Merlin. He nods encouragingly, and she nods back, then closes her eyes and begins.

“Je suis seul ce soir,” she sings in a soulful cadence.

He loses himself in the music, lets the medieval nostalgia consume him like a snake devouring a field mouse - and just as the snake’s venom strikes the mouse, so too does a heartbreaking realization strike Merlin.

He called her Gwen. He referred to Guinevere Laurent as Gwen, his Gwen.

But she’s not. She’s not his Gwen.

His Gwen is dead, and she’s not coming back.

Suddenly, the whole world flares harshly at him. The lights are too modern and bright, the music is too loud and lively, the crowd is too busy and young. And Guinevere Laurent stands on the stage, eyes closed as she sings from the heart.

And it’s not Gwen. It’s not Gwen, it’s not Gwen, it’s not Gwen, and the reminder of this truth is a slap to the face. Gwen didn’t dress like that, didn’t speak that language, didn’t sing in French bars or drink cheap cocktails.

Gwen died. She died in pain, and she died gasping for air, and she died pushing him away in fear because her senile mind could not recall who he was. She died afraid, surrounded by faces and places she didn’t recognize, tearfully asking for a brother who had been dead for decades.

But even despite with all the differences, Guinevere Laurent looks so horribly similar to Gwen, back when she was young and innocent. The similarities, the memories, are enough to shatter whatever shaky pieces of his heart he had managed to cobble together.

Merlin presses a trembling fist to his mouth as tears pierce their way through his eyes, clouding his vision and sapping his body of any resolve it might have had.

He fumbles out of the bar to get away from it all, lest the agony bubble out of him like blood. The cold air stings his cheeks, but the bitterness of it provides a momentary distraction from the memories left behind in the bar.

Determined to find some other hole-in-the-wall at which to drink and forget forget forget, Merlin stumbles away, not even bothering to wipe away the curtain of tears shuttering his face.

But back in the bar, Guinevere Laurent begins to remember things. As the melody holds up her heart, as the fondness that ‘Michon’ had born within her chest lifts her ever higher, flashes of a distant life spark in her mind.

A boy with an impish grin, stuck in the stocks but still shaking her hand. A young man with a colourful scarf, sitting on a hill and braiding flowers into her hair. A friend, back pressed to hers as they both hold swords and fight to defend their kingdom. A companion, holding her wrinkled hands and helping her get up the stairs.

The name whispers into her mind. Merlin.

But as the final notes of Seule Ce Soir rumble to an end, as Guinevere opens her eyes in the hopes of soaking in the rays of her old friend’s presence, she finds no sign of Michon - Merlin - and instead a vacancy in his place.

Thanks for the ask! <3

#long post #i shouldve added a read more line huh #well im too lazy to do it now so we'll just have to suffer through it #merwen #mergwen #bbc merlin #merlin bbc #merlin #bbcm #ask #fish post

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maybuds · 3 years

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Okay. I need to tell this to someone. And I hope you'll listen. So I struggle with fatphobia and I think lots of body hair - esp hirsute men - is unattractive. I know where these beauty standards come from. I've read academic essays about it. I know that it's part of indoctrination, of western standards of beauty imposed widely upon colonized people (I'm from India). But I am unable to shake it off. I don't have an issue with fat people or really hairy people. But I draw the line when it comes to romantic partners. Am I allowed to have such preferences? I know I don't, not when it's viewed with distaste. By me. Are you understanding? And I had never told anyone about these prejudices because I know they are wrong and I am trying to correct it. But I told this one guy who I had come to trust and he has issues with his body. But I confessed these prejudices to him forgetting about his issues. And that day was also the last time we spoke because we had a tempestuous relationship. Classic case of anxious attachment style (me) meets avoidant attachment style (him). It's been two weeks or more since then and I've been racked with guilt. I'm afraid what if I aggravated his body issues (he had put on weight since the pandemic and dude suspects that he has undiagnosed depression). I badly want to apologize but we didn't part on good terms. And frankly, I know deep down that it's best we never spoke again. It was a whirlwind relationship that just left me in an emotional mess ( incompatibility in attachment styles). But I keep wondering for whom is this apology. For myself, for him, and what's that going to achieve? Do I want to be forgiven? And will his forgiveness ameliorate this guilt? Probably not. More than anything, having a flawed thinking is dangerous in the age of the unforgiving internet. Along with the worry of having damaged him further, I'm also bothered about revealing this side of me. To be so vulnerable and honest as to say look I have this flawed thinking. It's this revelation of imperfection within that bothers me because I haven't overcome it. Understanding? I have no one to talk about this because the sense of shame is overwhelming. I wish I had never told him this. Like I'd rather grapple with this in private, reason with and unravel the core of these thoughts and preferences, then admit to anyone else that I'm struggling. I don't know, man. Am I making sense? If not, I'll again to elaborate. Thank you for listening.

hi!

so there's a lot to unpack here. i really can't say anything about your relationship with the dude, though i do understand completely the emotions that you're saying-- the shame/guilt of having confided in him something, and feeling that it might have been what caused your relationship to rift-- perhaps it's not the sole and entire reason that you two stopped talking? but yeah, i really feel like it's more personal and i can't assume to know the more complex dynamics of your relationship with him and its nuances.

and though you probably don't need me to say anything on it (since you did say you yourself have read up a lot on it and have already internalized it, etc.), i want to say: the work of trying to unlearn these ways of thinking-- fatphobia and finding body hair unattractive-- it's not at all automatic or quick and easy (esp. when, like u've said, it's beauty standards; everything around us mostly only conspires for us to keep thinking like this) and it's not congratulatory either (fat/hairy people aren't supposed to commend us for finally not disliking or looking at fatness/hairiness with distaste; they don't owe us forgiveness either for our "character development"). it's also more than just finding fat/hairy people attractive. we don't have to be attracted to or even be in love with a fat/hairy person to say that we did it! we no longer have that toxic mindset! if you know what i mean. personally, i often feel like "preferences" or even the initial attraction to a person are useless, and that love is way more complex than that, and that when you love someone, eventually all those preferences and "types" become negligible.

mostly, unlearning toxic mindsets or "decolonizing" as i like to call it, though it can begin with internal personal work, it's also very much a problem that calls for immediate collective action/systemic transformation more than mere individualistic resistance-- tho individualistic "character development" is that essential step forward too. i understand your guilt and it's useful but only to a certain extent-- instead, maybe it will be better to keep in mind that the work of unlearning these ways of thinking is an act of resistance that's bigger than you? and that though you had that problem in the beginning, and might have affected your relationship (specifically with the dude), the work of internally dismantling these toxic mindsets is less to be "forgiven" for it and more to resist something bigger than your immediate sphere of personal experiences.

i hope u don't mind how overbroad and political and kind of preachy this response is to such a personal ask 😖 it's just that, i don't have the entire context like with your immediate environment or, well, basically with who you are, or that guy you were talking about, for a more tailormade response related to this personal issue? such are the limits of social media "interactions" 😞 still, thank you for sharing anyway!! i hope in some way telling me about it unburdens you at least a little.

#personal asks #this is a long response that you probably didn't ask for sorry anon

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scentedsongrebel · 4 years

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Tyohaar (Festival)

Pairings: Steve Rogers x Reader

Summary: Celebrating Dussehra in Delhi with the Soldier Trio.

Warnings: Language, Fluff, Hindu references, mythological stories, Mentions of Violence, minor angst, Hospitals and injuries, tell me if I miss any....

Word Count: 4290

A/N: Sorry for the delay you guys, I was having a rough few days but I finally have it out. Hope you guys like it.

This from the same universe as my stories Homecoming and Bura na Mano Holi hai but can be read as a stand alone.

Hope you guys like it and sorry for any mistake.

Pictures not mine credit to the owners.

Steve runs his right hand through his hair as he looks over at the crowd gathered around him. The constant buzz was voices hangs around in the air as people keep talking over each other and children burst firecrackers with their parents close by, keeping watch.

You stand near the ice cream stall, Bucky and Sam with their Bionic masks on their faces concealing their true identity, check over the huge menu that the ice cream vendor points at. Your figures visible through a street light under which you all stand in the dark that comes with 9pm.

When you had seen the ice cream cart making its way in your direction, you had just screeched in excitement and ran towards it hastily asking what ice creams each of them would like to have.

The cart itself was impressive with a huge refrigerator attached to wheels at the bottom for the guy manning it to propel it in whatever direction he wants. Several pictures of ice cream bar were hanging off the top of the thing attached to the huge half cylinder shaped roof over the cart and one corner of the cart had several menus hanging off it.

After looking at the menu once he had decided on the simple orange bar but after you had exclaimed about this kulfi thing being amazing he decided to try that.

Bucky and Sam were an entire other story. They had to make their own decision and so they had been staring at the god damned thing for the past 5 minutes not reaching any decision.

You had already started licking your kulfi bar and Steve was very close to stop waiting for his friends and just eat the thing himself.

"I really wanna go for this chocolate bar but there are like three of them. Which one do I even go for?"

"The one that you want Sam" Steve grinds his teeth together, having lost all his patience close to 3 minutes ago

"I don't know what I want that's the problem Steve" He sighs and Steve has to take a deep breath as he comes in closer to look at the menu properly

"Well you're allergic to nuts so the fruit and nut option is out"

"What if its the best one?" Bucky pipes in and you nod from beside him, the corner of your lip stained with cream from your kulfi

"It is amazing, the nuts just add perfect crunch to it" Steve closes his eyes in annoyance before opening them again and shooting a glare your way as he wipes the food off your face with a tissue that he picks up from the cart

"Damn it" Sam hits his hand against the pillar supporting the roof of the ice cream cart, winces in pain, shakes his hand, then brings it to his chest to cradle it with the other hand to relieve the pain that punching a metal cart entails

Steve shoots a very very apologetic look the appalled guys way who not so discretely pulls his cart away from the group. With his face heating up, he turns back to his friends, very dedicated to get it over with as fast as he can before he looses all his money in the huge tip he sure is given the guy.

"No ice cream is worth a run to the hospital"

"How do you know it isn't though?" you shoot him a cheeky smile and before he can stop, Steve finds his lips breaking into a curve.

"He would take the chocolate bar" Steve finally decides before there is any more argument and is relieved when Sam seems to accept his decision.

The vendor scrunches his eyebrows together before pointing at the chocolate option on the menu in question and nods his head when Steve gives his confirmation. Steve has to remind himself that not everyone in the world understands English.

"Bucky?"

"I'm gonna go with the butterscotch cornetto"

"Good"

Once the orders are placed and received and Steve has thanked and given extra tip to the vendor for his commendable patience, they head on towards the crowd.

"Its funny how you preach about Sam not eating nuts cause he's allergic but when it comes to you, you don't practice"

"I'm not allergic to anything"

"Oh but you were when you were the small punk" he grins "remember when milk products would give you horrible gas but that didn't stop you" Bucky says through a bite of his ice cream, prompting you to giggle as Steve shoots him a pointed look

"Yeah I grew up and know that's dangerous"

"Oh yeah you grew up alright" Bucky gestures at his body as Steve huffs

You stop a little away from the cluster of people that have gathered in the park and the others follow your lead.

A massive crowd of people has gathered around the park and form a circle around two enormously huge statues of three mustached guys in some kind of robes. They are standing at almost 20 feet tall, one smaller than the other. The statues are tied to the ground by long ropes that keep them erect.

When Sam had curiously asked about the material used to design the appreciable design you had google searched and informed them about how they made use of bamboo sticks to make the frame of the body after which paper and cloth is used to cover it and lastly paint to give the clothes color and add facial features.

The mustache is very important

You had told them after Bucky made a comment about it being his favorite.

"Okay so I just realized this dude in the center has additional heads? On either side" Sam wonders curiously as he looks over at the design

"Those are heads?" Bucky squints as he now watches the statue with a new perspective "Holy shit! Those are heads, I thought that was some jewelry"

Steve scrunches his eyebrows together and looks over at the statue in the middle and there it is. Tiny heads on either side of the face.

"Yeah, why does he have-" Steve points his finger at the subject in question and starts counting "9, no sorry 10. Why does he have 10 heads? And why are they so small?"

You shoot a small grin his way, looking around at the crowd gathered and take his hand in yours

"The heads are supposed to be the same size but I guess it would have messed up the balancing of the statue so they used small sized heads"

"Okay that makes sense but what are we here for" Sam crosses his arms and winces as a screaming child runs by him "And why are we not on the quinjet and half way to New York by now?"

It was a simple reckon mission to check up on the anonymous tip of a possible Hydra base in a small village in North India.

It was just gonna be the Soldier Trio but you gotten really excited when you learned they were going to your home country and decided to join them.

Seeing as it was just a reckon for an anonymous tip that was mailed to Tony and because they really didn't think it would turn out to be anything, Steve had agreed for you to join them on the condition that you stay at the hotel while they finish their job.

The simple mission did turn into a full fledged fight when the base actually did have a fully functioning Hydra facility and one of their guys in civilian clothes recognized Steve and issued a warning. It took hours to take them down with the help from the Indian Army and Thankfully, there were no civilian casualties.

Steve had stopped the rest of the Avengers from getting their as the fight was almost over by the time they got the news and there was no use for them to travel all the way across the world for nothing and so they stayed.

Following that was a stay at an Army hospital where Sam got treated for a broken nose and several severe wounds across his body while Steve and Bucky were pretty much healed completely by the time they got to the hospital.

You had been safe and sound when Steve had rushed to your hotel room in Delhi in panic only to find you watching the news in fear and trying to get in contact. After all this time with the Avengers you knew better than to leave the hotel.

After a teary reunion and you having completely examined him for injuries and kissing the hell out of him, you spent the rest of the week in the hospital, looking over Sam.

Following that was an entire week of diplomatic meetings in New Delhi, explaining to the government officials why a simple reckon turned into the destruction that it did and the presence of Hydra, their aim and all the other stuff that was out of your expertise and so you let it go.

You were the Avengers'' doctor, not an Avenger and sitting alone while the team deals with these things is something you are used to.

So seeing all this you could understand why Sam would be desperate to go home and just sleep for a whole month but when you were on the way to the airport and saw a Rawan statue on the way, there was no way you would have gotten on the plane. Especially when you googled it and realized Dussehra was today.

"We are here because its Dussehra Sam!" You exclaim, your mouth slips in a huge grin as you feel the warmth that always comes with celebrating festivals at home.

"You already said that Y/n" He grits his teeth and you make a face at him

"Its a festival. Don't you think its faith that I'm here and we're free, exactly on Dussehra?"

"I really don't"

"You should" You straighten up the kurta that you had purchased at one of the stores on the way in your festival excitement. Once who had learned you actually were home on Dussehra for the first time in 3 years, there was no stopping you from going all out and buying an Indian outfit from the first store you could find.

It was a dark green 3/4th sleeve Kurta that ran down to just below your knee. It was quiet modest the little fake buttons running down the middle from the closed collar. It was had simple golden design all through it and you had paired it with a designed palazzo that you had honestly fallen in love with.

(I’m really bad at this description. Sorry)

Before Sam can but in with another comment you motion towards a corner of the park and lead Steve by hand, which he does not resist. You know Sam and Bucky will follow close behind.

When you reach a less crowded corner where you are a little away from the crowd and still have a view of the statues you sit down on the grass, pulling Steve's hand to pull him down with you.

"We really need to sit on the ground?" He asks, clearly knowing the answer

"Its grass Steve and I've seen you in proximity of way worse things like Alien blood and and Hydra goons" You chastise and Steve sighs

Bucky quietly sits down in front of you, patting your shoulder with his metal hand that is disguised with some advance SHEILD tech, before settling down and crossing his legs

"I love that you keep Hydra goons and Alien goo at the same level of gross"

You just shrug as Sam sighs and sits down too and Steve is left with no other option but to follow. The four of you sit around in a small circle with your legs crossed.

"Yeah so Dussehra" You rub your hands together "I did not want to have to scream for Sam in all that noise"

You refer to the loud, screaming children that were making it hard to talk at the place that you guys previously stood at.

"What do you mean for Sam?"

"We got super hearing Pal, we can hear her even if she whispers" Steve squeezes his shoulder and Sam swats his hand away, licking quickly at the corner of his ice cream that starts to melt and fall down.

"Yeah so whatever" You pull the attention back to yourself

"Today is Dussehra" You start to explain "It is the Hindu festival that signifies the victory of good over evil.

See years ago Lord Ram was the King of Ayodhya, he is one of the human birth of Lord Vishnu, one of the three major Hindu gods. And he was sent on a 14 year exile because of a promise his father made to his step mother"

"She a villain?" Sam buts in and you shake your head

"She loved him like her own son. Lord Ram had two step mothers Kaikeyi and Sumitra and his birth mother was Kausalya. He was the son of King Dasharath and he had three brothers Laxman, Bharat and Shatrugan. They were a very close knit family"

"Then why did she send him on an exile?"

"She got carried away. My mom always says that it was the part that she had to play to take Lord Ram to his destiny. He was God, he was supposed to accomplish the mission he had for this birth and Kaikeyi was an important part of that. She regretted her choice and tried to make it better but Ram declined. But that is a story for Diwali. I will tell you then."

"Okay" Steve takes your hand in his and prompts you to narrate the story further. Sam and Bucky looking at you in interest

You take long, deep breath and continue

"Yeah so during his exile, his wife Sita ji and his brother Laxman accompanied him through his journey in the forests. One day his brother had an altercation with King Rawan's sister and cut her nose"

"He what?"

"Yeah, she survived, never understood the logistics of it but she survived and returned to her brother and to avenge his sister and because he was evil he decided to kidnap Lord Ram's wife Sita who was the human birth of goddess Laxmi, the wife to lord Vishnu"

"The one Ram is the human form of?" Bucky asks trying to keep up and you nod

"Yes. So he fools Sita, making her think he was an innocent Sadhu asking for food and then abducted her and took her to Lanka and then after a 10 month long hunt and help from several people he found on the way, he finally discovers Lanka and kills Rawan."

"10 months??" Sam exclaims and you nod

"No one knew where Lanka was at the time, Lord Ram had assembled an Army of half humans and half monkeys who helped him in search"

"Half monkeys" A hint of a smile takes over Bucky;s face but you just nod

"Its so interesting because I was talking to my father once and we figured that the descriptions of the Half monkeys or the vanar sena matches that of the primitive man so my father had said that it could mean that was the time we were transitioning from that form to this form and thus there were both forms existing simultaneously"

"Wow. But that is not part of the story?"

"Its not clearly stated but my father and I really did wonder about it a lot and it makes sense."

"Okay?" Bucky nods his head, furrowing his eyebrows together in understanding

"And Lanka meaning Sri Lanka?" Steve asks and you nod

"Yes, he was the King of Lanka, present day Sri Lanka and that may also be the reason it took them so long to find Lanka, it was an island in the south. They did not know anything about it"

"Wow. Okay I think I get it a little bit" Sam nods his head "So one of those dude is Rawan?" You nod "and the others?"

"The middle one is Rawan, the other two are his brother Kumbhkaran and his son Meghnath, they were one of the key helpers of Rawan but that is a story for another time"

The collective nods of all three of their head tells you that their minds have exhausted their capacity and you giggle at the thought and look back at the people that have started to prepare for the ceremony, if you can call it that

"They are gonna burn the statues one by one, the last one being Rawan. This ceremony signifies, Lord Ram's victory of good over evil"

"And the 10 heads?"

"Rawan had 10 heads, it was part of a blessing he had earned from Lord Shiva after years of hard worshiping. When Ram tried to kill Rawan, he tried to shoot arrows at his head but they would just re-emerge until Rawan's other brother, Vibhishan who had decided to support good and had thus betrayed his brother told Lord Ram to aim at his stomach."

"And he died?"

"Yes" you grin "Tale as old as time. Victory of good over evil"

Sam sits up straight from where he was completely crouched, a little stick in his hand, now that he had eaten all the ice cream from it.

"Well okay, nice story" he runs his tongue across his lips and looks up at the big statues and the now busy crowd "When are they gonna- you know?" he wiggles his fingers trying to imitate the gracious dance of the fire

By the time you had finished your story, a the crowd had doubled. From the corner of your eye, you could see the people that were preparing to roll up a newspaper

"You see them" You point at the group of men and three pairs of eyes follow your motion "Those people over there with the rolled up paper? They are gonna light fire on the paper and then place in on the statues that have been filled with inflammables"

"Oh okay"

You guys sit in silence for a while as the announcement that the function is starting is made, from your position in the far end, it is very easy to have a perfect glimpse of the festivities and so you four sit there with Sam and Bucky who were previously facing you have turned their backs on you as they face the other side.

You sit besides Steve, your shoulders touching and your hand in his but still maintaining a respectful distance as is appreciated in this place.

"After everything that the trip brought" Steve whispers in your ear, not taking his eyes off the man that starts to light up the statue of Meghnath, it takes a while before the flame catches up and the statue quickly starts to catch fire and everyone starts moving farther away "I'm glad you could have this"

He squeezes your hand lightly and you turn to look his way

"Thankyou for letting me tag along with you guys"

"I'm always glad to have you around doll" A small curve takes his lips as people scream in joy when the statue starts to completely burn and they start to light up the Kumbhkaran statue "Though I would prefer trips where I'm not worried about Hydra getting to you"

You bite your lower lip as the loud sound of crackers that had been tied inside the statue start to burst

"God its been so long since things have been so loud around me. God I missed it"

Steve throws his head back and laughs before shaking his head

"We can have our house as loud as you want"

You laugh at that

"Yeah, no I think the sound pollution is only good when given in small doses"

"We have have whatever you want in our home"

“okay...?” you shoot him a skeptical look as he grins

"Why are you not getting it?" he asks

A loud cheer comes from in front of you as they start to finally light up Rawan

"Getting what?"

"I'm asking you something"

"There was no question Steven" You are now extremely confused

"Well fine" He huffs and looks around to make sure no one is looking and takes both your hands in his as he takes your attention to him "I'm trying to talk about building our life together"

"We already live together"

"Yeah and that's the best thing that ever happened to me"

You smile

"Okay...?"

The loud noise of crackers booms from the front as people scream in excitement

"Y/n, my love" he starts, staring deep into your eyes "When I was pulled out of that frozen state and been told that I slept for almost 70 years and everyone and everything I knew was gone, I never thought I would have a reason"

He stops to take a deep breath and you feel your heart quicken in its speed

"A reason to want to stay you know? I went through the motions, did what was considered right for the world, fought the fight that needed to be fought but I was just going through the motions. Doing what I thought I needed to do. Doing what may very well be the reason I woke up now right? Because everything happens for a reason right?

And I thought my reason was this. To discover Hydra' presence in SHEILD, fight off freaking Aliens and every Avenger thing that I did and still do. It was all I had except for my friends but even that felt hallow like they were only my co-workers even after I found Bucky, there was something missing. It wasn't until I met you that I started loving life. I have never done that. Even in the forties, I had hated myself, dreaded the next day and that is what I was doing now but Y/n my love, you slammed your way into my life and unknowingly broke down every single wall that I had built. And I love you for that and for the amazing, brilliant, smart, beautiful, kind, lovely person that you are and so so much more my love-"

"Steve" You whisper, tears freely falling down your eyes and even through the explosion of voices around you, you know he hears your whispers just like every other voice around you is muted except for his

"Y/n" he whispers back and you barely make it out on the shape of his lips

"Y/n I have been waiting for the right moment since forever ago and I even went the traditional route and got your mothers' permission and since then I've been waiting and waiting but I just couldn’t find the right moment"

"Steve"

"Right now, in this exact moment, this exact second of time, I think I realize that every moment I have with you is perfect. There is no the perfect moment because everyone I have with you is perfect"

"Steve"

"So Y/n L/n, would you do me the honor of marrying me and making me the happiest man on earth?"

"I- Steve"

A second of stutter in your voice and Steve feels his heart stop. What the hell did he do. You didn’t want this. You were not ready. He should not have done this here. He should not have spoiled this day for you. He should have waited. He should have the ring.

"I'm sorry but the ring is this secret safe in the house and I never thought it would happen like this but I promise to give it to you the moment we land in New York if you say yes that is and its okay if you don’t” He starts blabbering, his fear taking over his tongue “Its okay if you say no. I can live with that. Its fine. No hard feelings. I-”

“Shut up” you scream and he goes silent before looking around, noticing how people move away from the smoke coming off the burning statues and get closer to where the four of you sit

“I would have kissed you right now but I don’t think that would be appropriate in this setting” You tease pointing at the group of kids that are starting at the group of you suspiciously and Steve checks his mask just to make sure its still working

“Are you?”

“Saying yes?” you bite your lip “Maybe? I don’t know. Give me the ring and maybe you’ll get an answer.”

You push yourself up from the ground, patting his shoulder one last time, saying something about checking where you guys could have dinner around here, leaving him dumb founded and confused.

“You know she said yes right?” Bucky asks as he stands up too, offering a hand to Steve to help him stand. He then offers his hand to Sam who takes it but falls on his butt when Bucky pulls him up and then leaves his hand promptly.

“She did?” Steve asks still confused.

“You were the one who said you loved her horrible jokes man” Sam says, massaging his back to relieve some pain he had gotten after his fall, punching Bucky on the shoulder which has zero effect on the super soldier and then he is following after you

“Come on Punk, I was promised food” Bucky follows right behind Sam, leaving behind a very confused Steve with a group of kids that have closed in on him

Before he can understand what is happening, one of the kids blocks his way

“Are you Captain America?”

And now Steve really is speechless.

---- THE END ----

Sorry if this felt like a rushed ending but my brain had stopped working.

@fangirl-swagg Thankyou for encouraging me to just write it. I would have quit half way through if it wasn’t for your enthusiasm.

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ushijimaenthusiast · 3 years

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a smol iwasemi for iwas bday! semi pretends iwa is his bc to make another dude back off but it fails

[ao3]

Hajime considers himself a patient man.

He’s been best friends with Oikawa since they were kids, so he’s used to his flamboyant, eccentric, egotistical personality getting them into all sorts of shit whenever they’re together, but lately, it seems as though something is throwing Oikawa out of whack, and it’s driving Hajime crazy.

Like tonight: instead of serving Hajime the beer he asked for five minutes ago, Oikawa is standing a foot away from a couple further down the bar pretending to polish a glass as he eavesdrops on the sleazy guy spew disgusting pick-up lines on the clearly uninterested girl. He knows Oikawa is paying attention because he’s seen some horrible things happen while working behind the counter, but Hajime can plainly tell that the woman would be able to handle herself no matter what happened. Even Hajime wouldn’t approach her unless prompted.

Normally Hajime wouldn’t mind Oikawa being so observant of something that has the potential to be dangerous; he’d commend his friend instead of criticizing him. But tonight was supposed to be about him.

It’s his birthday! He was supposed to have a fun night out with his best friend while the two did something exciting and chaotic and stupid, not spend the night on his usual barstool watching as his best friend works.

Hajime knows he’s fine with Oikawa working this evening. He’s fine with them not having a weekend off together for the foreseeable future and he’s even fine with the fact that he’s once again at this stupid bar nursing a drink as a single topic of conversation is dragged out over twenty minutes because Oikawa keeps getting pulled away to serve other customers.

It’s fine.

Hajime also knows he’s allowed to be a little bitter over it all, and he’s fine with that, too.

After another handful of minutes have passed and Oikawa still hasn’t moved from his spot despite the woman leaving, Hajime decides to throw caution to the wind and reach over the counter to grab the closest thing he can. He’s not scared about repercussions since Oikawa’s brother is the owner and likes him more than he likes Oikawa.

Just as he stands and plants his chest against the counter to see what he can find, something bumps into him and has the edge digging sharply into his stomach, followed by something wet landing on his shoulder.

“Hey!” he coughs out, pushing off from the counter and spinning around to chew out whoever bumped into him, only to have the words die in his throat.

Hajime’s been around Oikawa too long to really ever be interested in pretty guys, but the man pressed up against him throws everything out the window. From his dip-dyed ashy blond hair curling softly around his ears, his narrowed eyes darkened with smeared eyeliner, his sneering lips glinting with something silver. Hajime is captivated by the expression that’s not directed at him, and it takes a moment for what’s happening to catch up with him.

There’s another man standing next to them, taller and bigger than Hajime and it has him leaning away, wondering what the hell is going on. He’s scowling and wiping liquid off his face, probably the remnants from the glass in Pretty Boy’s hand.

“And I told you it was none of your business! It doesn't matter what’s in my pants, no still means no you dipshit.”

God, even his voice is pretty. Hajime feels himself start to smile a little, wanting to hear more of it despite the hostility, but is forced back when the intruder leans in and Pretty Boy pushes him further into the counter.

He starts to open his mouth, but Pretty Boy interrupts, “If you don’t back off I’ll have my boyfriend kick the shit out of you.”

Hajime’s sure his eyebrows meet his hairline. And then disappear completely when Pretty Boy wraps his arm around Hajime’s waist.

The intruder stares Hajime up and down, sizing him up and thinking if he’d win a fight, but all Hajime can focus on is the warmth now pressed all against his left side, wondering if he should return the gesture and play along or politely back off, not wanting to get in the middle of this feud.

The longer he’s silent, the more the arm around him tightens and the more the intruder starts to sneer and puff out his chest, shoulders squaring back and head tilting him. Hajime suddenly doesn’t remember how to block a punch.

“If you throw one punch at my best friend I’ll shove this bottle so far up your ass they’ll have to break your rib cage to dig it out.”

They all turn to stare at Oikawa who’s brandishing a still-full bottle of Smirnoff as he glares at the intruder, his lips twisted up into a dangerous smirk. It’s a look Hajime has seen too many times to count and knows what’s about to happen.

He spins out of Pretty Boy’s arms and leans across the counter to whisper-shout at Oikawa. “If you get into another fight you’re gonna get fired, brother or not.”

Oikawa doesn’t take his eyes off the intruder, nor does he keep his voice low. “You underestimate my persuasion skills over my brother. Now, Mr. Neanderthal,” he directs at the intruder, “this isn’t the first time I’ve seen you push yourself onto nice people, so I’m only gonna ask you once. Leave my bar, or I’ll kick your ass.”

One glance over his shoulder at the intruder and Hajime knows what’s going to happen next. He knows his best friend enough that he will literally follow up with his threat, and Hajime has a second to decide if he needs to continue to intervene or just steer Pretty Boy out of harm’s way until everything’s over.

What Hajime did not expect was to end up in urgent care, the blond sitting next to him with one hand rubbing circles on his back and the other holding Hajime’s.

The cab ride had been a little blurry, Hajime more focused on the blood seeping from his scalp and the hands pushing him out the bar than what was really going on, Oikawa’s laughter trailing after them like a maniacal echo.

Pretty Boy took charge and Hajime let him, not paying much attention to anything except the tone of the man’s voice.

By the time they get to the urgent care, Hajime’s head is killing him and it seems as if the blood has slowed down, if it was even that bad to begin with. Pretty Boy does most of the paperwork, even going so far as to dig out Hajime’s wallet and search for an insurance card. Hajime keeps a close eye on him then, but Pretty Boy doesn’t even try to touch his cash or credit cards.

He sits with Hajime through the hour-long wait and through the twenty-minute doctor visit, detailing the events leading up to the visit as the doctor pulls shards of glass from Hajime’s scalp. He doesn’t need stitches, which is great, and he doesn’t have a concussion, which is even better. The news has Pretty Boy sighing in relief, throwing Hajime a beautiful tiny smile.

Hajime expects them to part ways after the exam, but Pretty Boy directs him to the nearest diner, and it’s not until they’re collapsing into a booth that Hajime realizes he’s exhausted, but can admit that it was nice being babied for a while.

He even tells Pretty Boy that, and it earns him a small laugh that has Hajime swooning. He wipes at his eyes, smearing his already smudged eyeliner, but it just adds another level of intrigue to him that has Hajime leaning further over the table as they start to talk.

The man’s name is Semi Eita, and by the time their drinks arrive, Hajime thinks he’s a little bit in love.

“It’s not the first night I’ve seen you there, ya know,” Semi says after the waiter brings their meals. He grabs a fry and points it at Hajime before plopping it into his mouth. Hajime’s eyes track the movement, catching another glint of silver on Semi’s tongue that’s quickly hidden behind pink lips. He almost can’t take his eyes off Semi’s lips, following the curve of the cupid’s bow and trailing along the edge until he’s met with the spiral piercing curving at the bottom corner of his mouth. It’s captivating, and Hajime finds it hard to focus whenever it moves.

A fry hits him in the face, startling Hajime back into his seat. Semi gives him a curious look before his lips stretch in a grin that he tries to duck and hide.

His earlier words catch up with Hajime. “Why haven’t you approached me before then?”

Semi shrugs, not meeting Hajime’s eyes. He plops another fry into his mouth and takes a moment to answer. “I kind of thought you were with that bartender since I see you talkin’ with him all the time. Or you were straight since I’ve only seen you with girls hanging off your arm.”

Hajime snorts at that, quickly shaking the image of him and Oikawa out of his head. “I might swing for the right girl, but uh, I’m pretty gay. A lot of them pull a stunt like you did tonight, and I go with it because there are some sleazy assholes out there. And Oikawa’s my best friend. He’s more like an annoying brother I wish I could auction off for all the trouble he’s caused me.”

Semi winces at the jab, but Hajime continues, smiling. “He couldn’t get the night off, so I figured it’d be better to spend my birthday at the bar instead of home alone, even though he still ignored me all night because he was working.” Hajime rubs at his eyes, suddenly realizing how pathetic his idea for the evening was.

Semi hisses, and when Hajime peeks through his fingers at the other man, he catches a look of pity. “And I went and made everything worse for you.”

Hajime shakes his head, lowering his hands and offering a hopefully charming smile.

“I don’t know about you, but I’m pretty happy with how my evening is going.”

Semi’s eyes widen, and the very top of his cheeks flush. Hajime finds it absolutely adorable.

“Even though you got into a bar fight because of a total stranger and ended up in urgent care because someone broke a bottle over your skull?”

Hajime laughs, nods.

“I met a really pretty guy who’s interested in me and took care of me. I’m interested in him too, and I’m hoping this night ends with me getting his number and a plan for a second date.”

Hajime watches as Semi's cheeks darken, and the very tip of his nose starts to pinken. Hajime wants to lean over the table and kiss him.

“Well shit,” Semi coughs, obviously flustered. Hajime grins even wider, finally giving in enough to reach out and gently grasp one of Semi’s hands, tangling their fingers together to reassure him. Hajime’s sure that despite the alt look, Semi might be on the softer side.

Hajime can’t wait to get to know Semi Eita, can’t wait to find out a million mundane things about the man who started a fight just so he could get to know Hajime. Maybe it’s a little weird or unorthodox, but it’s also something new and exciting. It’s the beginning of something that Hajime is actually looking forward to, and if the pleased and longing look in Semi’s eyes is anything to go by, it’s safe to say the other man is excited too.

Hajime’s glad he’s a patient man, because he hopes this will take a while.

#haikyuu!!#iwaizumi hajime #semi eita #oikawa tooru #iwasemi #writing #meet cute

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bichlordstories · 3 years

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5: foreign exchange student and the blue footed booby

“Stop calling me a fucking tsundere.”

The group in front of you chuckled at your response, earning a threatening glare from you. Monoma gave you an innocent smile while putting his hands behind his back and cocking his head to the side, making you want to punch his lights out.

“Why? If it’s not true, then you shouldn’t have to defend yourself unless...” a mischievous smirk formed on the sadistic blonde’s face.

“...you’re secretly all soft on the inside.”

“I’m about to make you all soft on the inside.” You threatened with gritted teeth.

Before the blonde could respond, a hand chopped him on the back of his neck, making him collapse. The culprit, Kendo, smiled apologetically to you, bowing her head before picking up Monoma by the back of the shirt.

Despite the blonde getting his just-desserts, your irritation refused to leave. Seeing that you had enough time before class began, you got up from your seat to head to the bathroom, wanting nothing more than to splash your face.

It took 5 minutes to get most of your negative emotions down before deciding to leave the restroom.

On your way out, you nearly bumped into someone way shorter than you, nearly getting stabbed in the eye by one of their horns.

“Ah! Sorry! I mean- sorry!” The girl switched from English to heavily accented Japanese.

The said girl looked a bit troubled and frightened, shaking like a newborn fawn. You forced yourself to become patient at the clearly nervous girl and responded to her.

“Are you okay?”

“Oh! Yes, I’m trying to look for class 1B.” The girl said shyly.

You never seen this girl before, and judging by her mannerisms, look, and language, she was not from Japan.

“Are you perhaps a foreign exchange student?” You asked.

“Is it that obvious?” The girl sighed in disappointment.

“Yes.” You admitted bluntly. You then turned your body to the side, still looking at the horned girl.

“I’m in class 1B, follow me.” You said and walked toward the class without looking back.

The girl gasped excitedly from behind you and followed you. You could almost hear her skipping behind you.

‘Cute...’ you thought to yourself. You wouldn’t say pointless things like that out loud unless she asked you. What? You were an honest person to people.

You finally arrived to your class, and after hearing a deep, gravelly voice speak behind the door, you knew you would be in trouble. Alas, you opened the door, ready to get scolded by the large man that was your teacher.

“(L/n)-san, you’re late.” Sekijiro said in a slightly disappointed way.

The girl behind you peeked her head from behind you, hiding herself from the intimidating man. The man spotted the girl and a look of realization appeared on his face.

“Oh, we’re you escorting the new foreign exchange student?” He asked.

You shrugged without a care in the world.

“Yeah, she looked lost.” You said simply.

“Alright, well, I commend you for that. I’ll excuse you, but next time I won’t be so lenient.” He said before turning to the shy girl.

“Hello there, I am Sekijiro Kan, and I will be your teacher.” He said.

The girl didn’t seem to understand most of what he said, looking to try and rack her brain for any connections of words to their meanings. You took in her silence before deciding to say something to her.

“He said he’s your teacher.”

Her eyes lit up in recognition and smiled to the intimidating looking man.

“Oh yeah, that’s what ‘sensei’ meant! I got so nervous, I forgot the most basic meanings...” she muttered in an embarrassed tone. She then turned toward the teacher with a shy but polite smile and came out from behind you to your side, avoiding eye contact with the rest of the class.

“My name Pony Tsunotori.” She said in really broken Japaneeds.

You cleared your throat, gaining her attention.

“You’re supposed to say your last name then first name.” You said.

“Oh! S-Sorry, Tsunotori Pony. I come from America. Nice to meet you!” She bowed towards the man, clearly shaking.

Sekijiro nodded to her with a small, understanding smile.

“Welcome to UA, Tsunotori-san. Class, please welcome her with open arms and help her out when needed.” He said to her and the rest of the class.

You walked to your desk while she walked towards hers, but not before earning a hug and thanks from her. You stiffened up but held back any obscenities from leaving your lips. You wouldn’t have meant anything by it if it did slip out, it was just an automatic response that was built into you.

Once you sat down, you realized that there were a few pair of eyes on you, and not just from that Pony girl either. You caught the sight of Monoma’s sly smile and mischievous blue eyes flashing your way, and you knew the bastard was starting to see through the hard shell you put up for so long...

Damn it.

“They call it the blue footed booby!” Kosei said.

“Pffft, really? Let me see!” Another kid, Honenuki, exclaimed.

You sighed before placing your history book down to stare at the immature group in front of you.

“It’s just the name of a blue footed bird, grow up.” You said sternly.

“Okay, but why call it the blue footed booby?” Kosei (dude, my phone autocorrected this to ‘loser’) said in a cheeky tone.

“Tsuburaba-san, you should probably stop, you’re upsetting (L/n)-san...” Shoda said in a shy and quiet tone.

“What? We ain’t insulting their mom or anything, we’re making fun of a bird’s name!” Kosei said.

Your eye lid twitched at this, which didn’t go unnoticed by the blonde sadist, Monoma, who smiled an innocent but very devious smile.

“What’s wrong? Has the fact that you’re a softie really gotten to you? You know there’s no shame in admitting it, after all you helped that poor exchange student.” He said in a light tone.

‘These fucks aren’t gonna let me live this down.’ You seethed to yourself.

“They’re probably just a prude and can’t handle the word booby!” Kosei said to the blonde, earning a few chuckles from the classroom.

Quietly, you closed your book, got up, and walked over to the brown haired boy’s desk. You gripped the two ends of the book, earning a confused look from the Monoma wannabe, and suddenly slammed the book shut on two of his fingers.

Immediately, a girlish scream was heard inside and outside the classroom. You held the book tight on his fingers as he struggled, tears showing up in his eyes.

“Ayayayayay!!!! Please let go! Please! My fingers-“ Kosei said in a shrill tone.

You released his fingers, and luckily for him, they were only bruised.

Meanwhile, next door, a class of teens and a tired hobo teacher were silent, listening to the exclamations of boobies and the shrieks of pain following after...

~~~~~~~~~~

(Y/n) really said ❤️No❤️ to disrespecting the blue footed booby.

Anyways, class 1B is starting to get hints that there is a softer, generous side to (Y/n), and they are loving the new blackmail.

#bnha fanfiction #bnha x y/n #bnha x gender neutral reader #bnha x reader #blood sport

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returnn-of-the-mac · 4 years

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Thanks for the requests @furry-trash-69. These both had some major Good Omens vibes, so I decided to put them together. Please enjoy!😊

FO4 Companions (+Others) React: Sole Being an Angel on Earth/A Demon Banished From Hell

Cait: Bullshite! Quit yankin me chain! [Sole lights up and Cait’s eyes double in size] Yer been serious then? Damn.

Curie: [holding head in hands] But according to zience...zere ees no ‘eaven. Are...are you telling me zenturies of rezearch ‘as been disproven?

Hancock: [skeptical] An angel, huh? Prove it. [Sole lights up like a Christmas tree and Hancock lets out a chuckle] Heh....shiiiiiit.

Piper: [tearing up] It’s reassuring to know that there is a heaven.

Maccready: [rolls eyes] Yeah, and I’m Grognak [Sole starts glowing] S-stop that. [Sole shows stubby wings] Eww! Okay, okay. I’m sorry! Just put them away!

Codsworth: Oooh bother...and to think I had called a dermatologist behind your back about the little stubs...I thought they were cysts!

Ada: I must admit, [sir/ma’am], as a robot, I have no concept of the supernatural or divine.

Nick: The glow, the re-spawning, the miraculous healing...the stubby wings. It all makes sense. I feel like a fool for failing to put it all together...

Longfellow: So heaven’s just as disappointin as real life, huh? [sips alcohol] There at least spirits in heaven? [Sole shakes head and Longfellow slams his whiskey bottle] WHAT! There’s at least wine, then? Right? That Jesus blood? [Sole shakes head and Longfellow shrugs] Ah, who am I kiddin? I’ve gotta one-way ticket to hell anyway. Better company

Strong: Strong no believe human. [Sole starts glowing] Human funny. [Sole shows wings] Ha Ha. Funny stubs.

Preston: That explains why you’re so selfless, General. You were a literal ANGEL!

Sturges: [amused] Well I’ll be! Can’t quite say that surprises me, though!

Deacon: YOU MEAN THOSE LITTLE STUBBY KNOBS ARE WINGS?? [takes out little notepad][frantically scribbles out ‘surgically remove gross stubby back things from [name]’]

Desdemona: Yeah, I’m going to need evidence. I have a funny feeling Deacon put you up to this [Sole lights up] [Des looks at Tom] Are you in on this too, Tom?

Tom: [mesmerized] Nah...Really!? That’s whack!

Glory: Woah! Do you have wings? Can you fly? [Sole shows off stubs. Glory frowns] Oh uh...those are...something...

Danse: Soldier I...I’m not sure how Maxson would react to this. I don’t normally condone withholding important information from superiors but...I don’t want to see you be shamed and executed.

Haylen: Uh-huh. I knew there was something off about your X-Rays...just...just don’t tell Maxson about this if you value your like, okay?

Rhys: Freak! I knew there was something off about you! I’m reporting you to the Elder!

Maxson: “You were the model of perfection, full of wisdom and perfect in beauty... through your widespread trade you were filled with violence, and you sinned.” That’s from the book of Ezekial. How can I be sure, Knight, that you’re not going to turn on the Brotherhood and betray us. That’s a risk I’m not willing to take. You will be stripped of your title, and I will discuss with my associates what will become of this.

X6: I can’t say I’m surprised. Father does have a divine aura, as anyone can plainly see by his position in the Institute.

Father: [shocked] Is [mother/father] an angel too? Can angels conceive!?

Gage: Ya know what boss? That’s fine. As long as ya don’t start hollerin Bible verses at me, we still cool.

Mags: Doesn’t your association to the divine and absolute purity completely contradict the goals of the Raiders? How can we be sure you’re not a spy? I’ve got my eye on you.

Mason: You’re an angel? That means ya ain’t never done anything wrong? That’s very Beta of you.

Nisha: [smirking] I don’t have an angel head in my collection...yet.

Demon

Cait: [unimpressed] Ye mean ye were in Hell— a fuckin demon even— and ye lost it all ta preach some Bible mumbo-jumbo? C’mon!

Curie: Wow! I was not aware zat ze conzepts of ‘eaven and ‘ell were real! Zis is fascinating!

Hancock: Nuh uh....No kiddin? Ya can’t make this shit up!

Piper: You risked it all to convert others to Christianity? Blue, that’s incredible. You’re such an inspiration.

Maccready: But why? Hell seems like I’d have better company.

Codsworth: So that’s why everyone got all up in arms when I served Devil’s Food cupcakes at the “office party” you were hosting!

Ada: I am sorry to hear about your banishment from the underworld, but opening a church is commendable.

Strong: Strong think devil man no like the bible book. Bad idea, human.

Nick: You may be reckless and stubborn, but you got guts. I’ll give you that much.

Longfellow: So the man Satan banished you, huh? [slams whiskey bottle] Ah, tell him to pull the ol stick out of his ass!

Preston: You questioned the devil himself even though he was your overlord? General, that’s unbelievable!

Sturges: That’s got to be onna the darndest things I’ve ever heard! And you hear a lot when ya live in the Commonwealth.

Deacon: [overwhelmed with excitement] WOAH-HO-HO. DUDE! THAT’S AWESOME! Is the Old North Church one of the ones you founded? You’ve gotta tell me about Hell!

Desdemona: I’ve had enough of your insane stories. Between you and Deacon...I need a smoke. And a drink.

Tom: What!? You’re crazy, man! You gotta tell me all about Hell!

Glory: [amused; not fully believing Sole, but playing along] You’ve lived quite the exciting life, haven’t you?

Danse: [rubbing temples] Alright. Let me get this straight: you are a demon...and you got banished from the underworld for betraying Satan and promoting Christianity? There’s a lot to unpack here, soldier. Maxson’s not going to take this lightly.

Haylen: [Beyond confused] Oh...uh, wow. That’s...crazy? [stealithy checks Sole’s medical records for drug use]

Rhys: Demon from hell? Psh. Yeah right. More like clown from the doofus convention.

Maxson: If you were able to betray Satan, overlord of Hell, so easily, how can I be sure you won’t betray the Brotherhood. Knight, I’m going to have to strip you of your title. Additionally, I’ll have to talk about the status of your life with my associates.

X6: If you were anyone else, I wouldn’t believe a word out of your mouth. Sadly, you are not someone else, so I believe this story is one-hundred percent valid.

Father: [annoyed] Of course you’re the one who had to rebel and get banished. I’m not surprised.

Gage: Do ya still have access to Hell!? Can ya bring me with ya? [Sole reminds Gage they were banished] So? Rules are meant to be broken, ain’t that right, boss?

Mags: This, just like all of your stories, is so outlandish, but I somehow unable to doubt your word.

Mason: Hell, huh? What’s the temperature like? Tropical? [pulls out sunglasses and straw hat] Daddy needs a vacation.

Nisha: [raising stake with head on top like a staff] Hail Satan! Hail Satan! [other disciples chanting] Hail Satan! Hail Satan! Ave Satana! Ave Satana! Ave Satana!

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fvrxdrm · 4 years

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City of the Living Dead

Chapter 2

“Damn, already?” Carlos hissed as he furtively took a glance at a long hallway after planting both of your backs on a wall.

It had been thirty minutes since you and Carlos left the locker room and so far, you hadn’t encountered any infected while roaming around the huge-ass lab to find a way to get out of here without attracting any undesired attention from unwanted guests...until now. (You didn’t want to say this out loud because Carlos might think you’re a psycho but you were actually very eager to see what they looked like, even this ‘giant-ass dude’ that Carlos wouldn’t stop talking about while you were walking inside the facility)

“What is it?” You asked as you pulled out the sheathed knife that you found inside one of the lockers while searching for a new set of clothes.

“Zombies. Wait right here. I’ll go clear off the path”, Carlos replied before placing one foot further to where the mindless cannibals could see it.

As Carlos was about to take another step and aim his gun at one of the undead, you tightly gripped on his upper arm and pulled him back a bit too harshly to face you again, the sudden motion causing him to stagger a bit but he managed to keep his balance.

“Let me help. It’ll be much easier if you let me”, you whispered, the starting tips of your eyebrows slightly raised as your eyes held a pleading look, mirroring the way you spoke to him.

“Y/N, I can’t. You might end up like them if I let you”

“Please, Carlos. It’s the least I could do. And besides, you can’t always have my back. What if we get separated?”

And you did have a point. In this chaotic situation you're in, there will be times where one of you gets lost or there’s a need to separate to get things done faster so he guessed you could start off small right now.

“Alright”, he sighed out before taking a spare handgun out of his holster, the metal weapon heavy in his hand as he held it out in front of you.

You reached one of your hands out to grab the gun that laid stiffly on his palm. But before the tip of one of your fingers could even touch the cold and hard surface of the weapon, Carlos pulled it away from your reach and asked you a question, the look on his face becoming more serious than before.

“Carl-”

“Do you know how to handle this thing?”

“Yeah. I’ve been using a gun since I was thirteen”, you replied, your hand still raised up in an attempt to get the gun from his grasp.

“You better do”

Carlos finally handed you the gun, still hesitant but hey, it’s a fucking zombie apocalypse you were in so he really had no choice but to give the gun unless he wanted you to get killed by these stupid...whatever they are.

The two of you got out of your hiding spot, both of your guns trained at the walking rotten corpses of the once compos mentis earthlings that were just living their own lives prior to whatever the hell was happening to the city.

Alright, Y/N/N, this is just like those corny-ass zombie flicks. Aim for the head.

You brought the muzzle of your gun higher to where one of the zombies’ heads was, your forefinger hovering over the trigger, ready to pull it, but for some reason, you couldn’t bring yourself to do it.

You saw how lifeless their grey eyes were, how colorless their pale skin was, but once you saw the depths beneath one of the undead’s eyes, you saw the life they previously had before they turned into these...brainless creatures...and you really had to force yourself to pull the trigger.

You’re doing them a favor, goddammit! They deserve to be somewhere peaceful and calm, not some place where they would just eat people’s guts out. That’s not serene at all.

“Alright, you can do this, Y/N. You’re doing them a favor”, you muttered to yourself. It somehow lowered your hesitancy a bit but that didn’t mean it was completely gone, like, poof! You still felt sorry but you repeatedly reminded yourself that that wasn’t the life they deserved. They deserved to be in their safe place and you were helping them out with bringing themselves up there by, unfortunately, placing a bullet right inside their brains.

You were still standing in the hallway like an idiot with your hand shakily raised and a gun placed inside your hands until one zombie pounced on you. To your panic, you accidentally pulled the trigger, the bullet that came out from the hole situated at the tip of your gun piercing through its head.

“Oh, God”, you breathed out, your voice shaky as you saw the body that scared the shit out of you drop down onto the floor.

“Great job, Y/N. Now, let’s get to some serious work”, you heard Carlos commend what you did, his booming voice that suddenly rang through the eerily hushed air making you jump as you were still in a stupefied daze, staring at the female below you with blood pooling beneath her form.

You raised your head up to see what Carlos meant by ‘some serious work’ and sure enough, a horde of zombies came around the corner; their mouths wide open, exposing their blood-covered teeth that had various gooey liquids dripping from them. Some of them had their arms raised up while the rest had them dangling by their sides like some dead weights or something. So in conclusion, they’re disgusting.

You put your game-face on, the desperation to get out of this city alive finally merging with your whole body as adrenaline began to course through your veins, the hesitation that you were enveloping your brain with earlier impelling itself to the back of your brain.

“Okay, then, let’s fucking do this”

The sounds of gunshots being fired bounced off the walls as you and Carlos worked on killing as much zombies as possible using the ammunition that you both had been finding throughout the areas you’ve covered. On some occasions though, especially when one of them got too close, you would use your knife and stab them in the head. The usual. When one of you got caught off-guard and needed some help, the other would come to their aid and gun the infected down before they could even touch you or Carlos.

“Teamwork”, you spoke with a proud smile as you raised your right hand in front of Carlos after clearing off your path to which he immediately responded by slapping his palm against yours with a shake of his head.

“Yeah”

“Come on, the exit is right ahead”, Carlos stated as his forefinger pointed to a huge metal door just a few feet away from where you were.

“Alright, then, what are we waiting for?”

You began to run off towards where the elevator was until you heard Carlos call your name and turned back around to face him.

“Here. If we ever get separated”, Carlos said as he handed you his extra radio that he had been carrying everywhere for whenever his other one didn’t work properly.

“Thanks”

*****

As soon as the elevator door opened upon arriving at the top, you expected to see the world outside in utter upheaval and mayhem, just like what Carlos had told you. But to your surprise, you were instead greeted by queer silence and nothing else... Well, except for the fact that cars were thrown everywhere and almost all of the buildings were smashed into pieces, but other than that, nothing. It just looked dark and...bland.

“Too quiet, don’t you think?” You said as you faced the the shag-headed man beside you who still held on to his rifle like his life depended on it. Which it does.

“This isn’t the main street so I wouldn’t really expect much in this area”, Carlos replied.

Before you could even open your mouth to respond with a snarky remark, Carlos’ radio began to crackle before a heavy voice finally came out of it.

“Carlos, we found a subway at the main street. We can get out of this city using the train”

“Okay. I got Y/N here with me now. We’ll be there as soon as possible”

“Hurry, Carlos”

And with that, his radio turned off and you were again left fighting off the eerie and deadly silence that had surrounded you both since the time the elevator door opened.

“Come on--watch out!” Carlos yelled out as soon as he saw a truck just swerving along the rainwater-covered pavement as it headed towards you.

You turned around to look at what he was telling you to watch out for and immediately leaped out of the way after seeing the vehicle just a few feet away from you.

“Y/N!” You heard Carlos shout from the other side of the truck subsequent to succeeding in getting out of the way before you could even turn into a(n) Y/N sandwich. (A/N: ;)))) )

“I’m okay!”

You looked at the huge vehicle that was crashed against an ice cream store; oil beginning to pour down from its bottom and tiny flames starting to grow to where the puddles of oil were. You were sure that it was going to explode in a few seconds and if you weren’t going to get your ass up and run away, you’re screwed.

You hurriedly stood up from being sprawled out on the cold and wet ground before running off towards the opposite direction, getting as far as possible from the slightly flame-covered truck to avoid getting killed by the explosion. Soon, you’ve gone far enough from where you previously were and the truck had finally blew up, the flames that were once reaching the half part of the vehicle only now enveloping it completely, just like what you expected.

“Y/N?” You heard Carlos’ worried voice speak through the radio after a minute of just staring at your near death experience.

“Yeah?”

“Oh, thank God!” Carlos sighed out in relief after hearing your voice chime out of his own radio.

The two of you were silent for a moment until Carlos’ deep and very manly voice rang from your device again.

“Y/N, you there? Where are you now?”

“Yeah...” You stopped speaking for a brief moment to check your surroundings until your eyes finally landed on a building with the letters RPD lit up and fixed on top of the doors. Then, you got an idea.

“Carlos, listen, I’m nearby this RPD building and I’m going in to see if I could find any survivors”, you spoke through your radio again, your eyes still curiously lingering on the building that didn’t look like it was disturbed or anything.

“Y/N-”

“Please, Carlos. I can handle myself”

You heard Carlos sigh in defeat from the other line, finally having enough argument for the night as he couldn’t convince you to not do it anyway no matter how much he tried.

“Alright, just be safe”

“You too, C”

The line went dead and for the first time during that night, you became afraid. All of the courage that you once had dissipated and you were now left alone in the dark. Left alone to fight the nightmarish monsters that would surely haunt you for the rest of your life and left alone to keep yourself alive. Nobody but you could keep you safe and you didn’t know how.

Guess you’d have to find out on your own.

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AYYYEE! CHAPTER 2!!! Did you like it or not? Let me know!

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gloomyhearts · 3 years

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Always by your side || Luke Patterson

Chapter twenty~ wish I could be her

2020

“You’re early dear.“

Sabrina rolls her eyes, “didn’t wanted to have another jolt.”

“You’re commendable.”

“Whatever,” she moves past him to the drums.

“I don’t like that attitude,” his hand touches her shoulder, stopping her, “you know I’m old and experienced a lot, including emotions.. well, you must think I don’t have any, yet I was a teenager myself, Sabrina. I loved this woman, she was my assistant and we had quite a fun time, it was exquisite, we were about to marry and then I died, I drowned during my legerdemain. I saw her marrying another guy, they settled down and started a family,” a split second his blue eyes lost their sparkling, tears formed as well, the corner of his lips fell down, “but here there ain’t no misery,” he chuckles and leave her to her thoughts.

The night went by quite fast and Sabrina went to a room Caleb freed for her, to have at least some space to herself.

They’d be a great couple. Alex and Reggie were happy too. They’re all so relieved with her, I‘m just a burden to the band, distract them from the important things. Luke, oh his eyes were so bright, he was so focused on her, he couldn’t get rid of that smile.

Someone knocked on the door, breaking the girl out of her thoughts, “come in!”

Brown eyes observed the blonde girl on the bed, “you good?” he moved further into the room and sat down on the edge.”

She cleared her throat, “yeah, totally..” whipping some tears dry.

“You totally look like it,” he chuckles grabbing her hand, “I know we don’t really talk and you don’t like me but it’s really depressing seeing you like this, you weren’t even pretending to enjoy the show tonight.”

Her eyes trailed off his body down to his hand on her shin, “I was at the gig of Alex and the others and..” she gulped, “well they’re really indulge to the band, to Julie.”

Maybe it was how she said her name or that she even mentioned her name but Willie knew exactly what’s wrong. “Wills..” she shakes her head, “you deserve better than him. There was this young man tonight he couldn’t take his eyes off of you,” he nudges her leg.

“What no, no, no Willie,” she giggles, hiding her face in her hands.

“Why?”

“That’s odd.”

“Then you’ll die alone.”

She knitted her brows, lips pressed to a thin line, “what?” a nervous laughter escaped her lips, “dude, I’m already dead,” she shoves his head a few inches backwards.

“How’s Alex by the way?”

“Fine, I think, didn’t talk to him properly in a few..”

“That’s.. good, good.”

“Huh what’s going on between you two,” she wiggles her brows.

“Nothing. If I’m nearing them, Caleb will kill me.”

“No joke?” the brunette shakes his head, Sabrina decreased the space between them, her lips almost touching his ear, “then we’ve to kill him first.”

Willie froze, in her voice was determent, it was serious, she meant what she’d said.

“What?” he mutters to her.

“We have to kill this arse.”

“You think we could?”

“Of course, with teamwork everything is possible.”

“But we’re just two.”

“Who said we were alone?”

Sabrina promised herself to make up with the guys, well maybe excluding Luke but that wasn’t the point right now.

She approached at the garage door and through the door she could see Luke and Julie alone in there, he had his guitar in front of his body and she sat behind the keyboard, their backs facing the blonde girl.

Step into my world

Bittersweet love story about a girl

Shook me to the core

Voice like an angel, I've never heard before

Here in front of me

Shining so much brighter than I have ever seen

Life can be so mean

But when he goes I know he doesn't leave

They were sharing the microphone which was at her keyboard.

The truth is finally breaking through

Two worlds collide when I'm with you

Our voices rise and soar so high

We come to life when we're

She stands up and Luke places his guitar on the ground, the melody still playing in their heads.

In perfect harmony

Whoa, whoa

Perfect harmony

Whoa, whoa

Perfect harmony

You set me free

You and me together is more than chemistry

Love me as I am

I'll hold your music here inside my hands

We say we're friends, we play pretend

You're more to me, we're everything

Our voices rise and soar so high

We come to life when we're

They were dancing, well more like swaying, close, touching.

In perfect harmony

Whoa, whoa

Perfect harmony

Whoa, whoa

Perfect harmony

Eyes locked, both wearing a radiant smile, letting her heart break into two. Her green eyes flooded with tears, still she couldn't take her eyes off them.

I feel your rhythm in my heart, yeah

You are my brightest, burning star, whoa-whoa

I never knew a love so real (so real)

We're heaven on Earth, melody and words

And when we are together we're In perfect harmony

Whoa, whoa Perfect harmony

Whoa, whoa

We say we're friends

We play pretend

You're more to me

We create a perfect harmony

Some passages were familiar to the blonde, my book! Those are my.. he just.. what the..?! he did not just used them to another girl!

She clenched her hands into fists, feeling her cheeks begin to burn, her nostrils flattering. The girl was ready to break their special moment, their connection, but she couldn’t think straight, she would cry stepping into the room with the pair.

Julie stalked past the blonde, not noticing her; well maybe Sabrina doesn’t want to be seen by her.

Shortly after Luke poofed out of the room, at least so thought Sabrina.

Her fingers sliding over it; she placed her new purple book in front of her on it and hits the cold keys, she hadn’t played it since twenty five years, her voice probably just raspy; although she sang with Caleb but that was just the chorus, nothing like it was before.

Being in love with you seems like a really good idea

But I watched your eyes

as she walks by

Leaving you all tongue tied

But being in love

with you seems

like a really good idea

Does she even realise

what I’d give

for her life

To be mine

But being in love

with you seems

like a really good idea

why would you ever kiss me

when she always looks so pretty

she’ll always be better

how could I ever measure

I try but you’ll never love me like her

her voice gave almost in, she gulped trying to swallow the lump in her throat.

I could usually fight this

And sometimes I'm fine with the pain

I thought I got over this feeling

I hoped that by now I'd forget

And how do I know when you fell out of love?

So when did you fall out of love?

But why did you fall out of love?

But being in love

with you seems

like a really good idea

The song ended and she stared at the wall opposite of her, tears streaming down her cheeks.

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sugarfreecapsicle · 5 years

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old magic

A/N: well it is spooky time, my dudes. although this isn’t all that scary, it’s a little rattling. written for and with lots of support from @moonstruckbucky and her Halloween writing challenge! As always, huge props to @star-spangled-man-with-a-plan for beta-reading and for this gorgeous moodboard!

prince!bucky x reader

warnings: implied sex, manipulation, poor witchery, kinda angsty?

DISCLAIMER: this is in no way a reflection of anyone who identifies, practices or otherwise affiliates with witchcraft. I bastardized some basics and ran with it. Please don’t come for me and correct my poor development of a fake magic system.

Owls, crickets, toads all sing their lullabies, croon their desire in the unseasonal warmth. Even the fish are unsettled, splashing about in the pond on the horizon of your window. Protective warding candles flicker with the larger flame in your hearth - a warning.

Trouble will come knocking on your door.

With a sigh, you open your eyes and absently gaze over your small cup of tea. Steam curls through your vision and blurs the orange light through your small hut. Trouble indeed.

The fire at your hearth crackles hungrily, so you feed it a handful of brittle twigs. If guests should come, preparations should be made.

In the midst of your hot bath, a team of five knights barge through your front door - those wards would need recharging, you note - and clear your long dining table to unload a limp body. All men except one gape at your nonchalance. Steam akin to that of your tea floats upward from the large tub, hot water decorated with herbs and petals of varying shape and color warping your naked form beneath the surface.

“Witch.” The title seethes through his pink lips, but your smirk and nod.

“Well met, Captain.”

“Fix him.”

“He’s the only one of you with any decency,” your words are laced with mischief. “Shield your eyes, men! Save your precious innocence before your eyes burst aflame at the sight of a bare witch!”

Your cackles fill the room, chiming echoes sparking off the walls as you dare to stand at attention from the pool of water. All but the captain turn away - his blue eyes glare murderous at you. A wink over your shoulder before pulling a long, black robe from its nearby perch brings a sneer over the leader’s face.

“By order of the king-”

“Yes, yes,” you interrupt loudly with an exasperated roll of your eyes, your voice lowered to mock that of the looming man. “Perform your rightful duties as a registered hag and fulfill as the royal guard wishes.”

Your bare feet tap across the floor, wet prints left behind intentionally - each dissipates quickly into the air. “Tell me, Steven - how many other witches have you brought to their knees with such a command?”

His right shoulder twitches, but his hand never raises. Your eyebrow quirks up and you nod - how unbecoming of the Captain of the Royal Guard to be accused of lewd behavior in the name of the King. He’d passed your teasing - the icy tingle of a ward at work had not pulled at the back of your neck. The captain willed himself not to strike you. Commendable.

“Fix him,” the Captain grits out, pointing at the pallid body on your table. An inhale on approach allows his spirit to feel welcomed in your home - any chaos or anger in the room would only hinder your work - and you smell chamomile.

Of all the foolish things you’d imagined could happen, resurrecting a martyred prince hadn’t crossed your mind. Your eyes roam over him, assessing. Deep laceration framed by a dark brown bloodstain at his abdomen. Left arm at the shoulder dangling by red, thin threads. Muck and debris spattered over what shreds remained of his tunic and trousers. Even his face, sculpted in beauty, bore minor wounds in comparison to your initial findings.

“Captain, I’m no miracle worker,” you purr. “I’m a witch.”

“I know damn well what you are,” the Captain rushes you and all but pins you against your worktable, looming as a cloud in the sky. “And I know what you’re capable of.”

He can’t disguise the fear, the love, in his eyes. None of it belonging or intended for you - for you, there’s rage and desperation pouring from the sea blue.

“Is this a price you wish to pay?” Your gentle words do nothing to deter his tears that brim and tumble onto his dirty cheeks. “There is a price for all magicks - not all can be purchased with gold and crystals.”

His jaw sets, his body retreats enough to give your feet purchase on the ground.

“Do what you must.”

Sweat beads on your brow, your skin flushes with salty dew as you murmur and call and command, breath swelling in your chest, tingling sparks ignite beneath your skin -

And there’s a clatter of iron by your fire. Shaking hands slam onto your table.

“I need space to continue my work.” Your eyes dart from each knight to their captain who leers.

“Shall we move him-”

“Absolutely not!” The slender knight recoils into the corner at your bark. Your tired eyes wander to the captain. “I need your men outside. I cannot be interrupted.”

“You cannot be trusted,” he spits, arms crossed over his plate armor.

“Trusted enough to bring your prince back from the dead, no?”

Unhappily convinced, he ushers his men outside and gives them orders to stand guard until your work is complete or he commands otherwise. The wooden door creaks and whines as he slams it shut against the stonework threshold. Steven perches his hips against one of your many storage cabinets, his arms folded neatly once again, and you return to your work.

This magic drains. Your focus is split between replenishing your own reservoir of power and awakening the silent body of the prince. Divided attention rarely served any witch, least of all one interrupted while in ritual to prepare herself for the impending trouble. Knees bent against the rotting wood, your body shielding his as your hands spread your spell like paint.

Hours later, you need rest. The Captain demands an explanation before he allows you to sit in your favorite chair. With exhaustion in your voice, you give him the simplest explanation available - the prince is stable, but your powers are not. Without your full attention, he could still die, or worse, lose his soul somewhere between the ethereal plane and the tangible one.

You fall into your seat with a melting sigh of relief. From your position you survey the progress: his skin still lacks color, though your poultices and wards appear to hold fast to your will. The missing left arm troubles you, though your faith in a solution after more work warm your soul.

“His left arm cannot be revived, but the rest of his body...perhaps. I need rest to replenish what I’ve lost. An hour at most.”

“And in that hour-”

“Yes, your prince is safe. When I am ready, I will continue.”

Beginning the ritual from your seat, your eyes close gratefully. For a quarter of an hour you will meditate and ask for guidance. Then, you will submerge yourself naked into the pond to recharge your spirit until full once again.

The hour drags for the captain. Understanding a witch proves impossible - these otherworldly machinations serve nothing in battle. No witch would even consider aiding the armies of the King - though he strictly commanded none of them should die for their obstruction.

After all, he’d said, they’ll just come back to life and kill me for ordering their death.

He shivers, a hand calming his chest. Steven had promised his life for James’ - and he failed. He failed his prince, his king, his country. And the failure stares at a rippling pond where a witch likely drowns herself as he broods.

A bubble floats on the surface then quickly bursts. Then another. And a cluster.

And the moment Steven moves to stand, your head down to your eyes emerges from the water. Your movements are slow, deliberate, intentional. The pond water glistens in the moonlight, translucent pearls over smooth curves. He gulps down a knot of lust in his throat on your approach.

Cold and soaked, you grin devilishly up at him through dripping lashes. “Bring me his armor. I may fashion an arm for him yet.”

The work isn’t easier, but with your renewed strength comes potency. No blacksmith could match the functional metal arm fashioned in hellfire, a marbling of dark gunmetal and gold that pairs in shape with his left. The weight of it couldn’t be helped even by magic.

Finally, almost at sunrise, you can complete your ritual. The captain watches intently, breath hitching with every change in the air, puff of smoke, flicker of candlelight. These spells are extremely delicate, and with good reason - witches who meddle in life and death often end up mangled beyond repair.

His first inhale, chest lifting with a dragged gasp, rattles like a child’s toy with an exhale as rough. His captain eyes you, worried and questioning.

You nod shortly and repeat your charm - another inhale and exhale but smooth. The third repetition eases the tension in the room when he breathes as if in a deep sleep.

“Give him a day,” you sigh, wiping sweat from your brow. “It’s difficult readjusting to this material plane after death.”

The men make camp outside your front door, but never bother you for food or wares. Not that you’d have heard anything - you’d managed to sleep the better part of the day away. A mid-afternoon tea appeals to your weary mind, and as you’re brewing, the body on the table rustles.

You turn, smirking, and wait for his eyes to flutter awake at last.

Blue as the sea on a cloudless day, lashes dark and thick as pitch. No wonder maidens far and near begged you for love potions with him as their target.

How unfortunate that they didn’t have your skill.

A small enchantment in his arm sealed his fate in more ways than one.

“Well met, brave prince.”

Of course his men swarm him with excited congratulations and greetings, eager to have their beloved prince back from the dead. Steven takes his time to communicate the new arm and new life as clearly as possible - even including your contribution to the whole endeavor.

Pupils dilate when the prince kisses your hand in a low bow.

“May I deliver my payment to you in person?” His voice is deliciously low, hungry, raw.

“Whatever pleases His Majesty,” you answer, meeting his eyes in a promise. The troupe clambers out after a short protection spell you’d offered freely.

In a week - that’s all it’ll take for the prince to appear before you again, in the dead of night, pupils blown out.

“Madam, I don’t know what you’ve done to me, but you’re all I think about. I can’t bed my wife, I can’t hold court, I can’t travel without passing by and the urge to stay-“

You’re laughing behind a delicate hand. “Your Royal enchantress should be ashamed, your majesty. What witch cannot detect a love spell?”

The prince’s face twists in confusion. “You...you’ve bewitched me?”

Again, grinning, you recite the simple incantation:

Though a beauty your bride may be

Your heart and soul now belong to me

The prince swallows, can’t stop himself from drinking in your body from toes to head. So full of desire, so wanting, needy, desperate for touch. “You’ve ruined me.”

“I feel I’ve made quite a vast improvement, in fact,” you giggle. “Aren’t I a better vision than your betrothed?”

You let your robe slip from your shoulders and pool at your feet just as the door to your home slams shut behind a wanton man.

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speeding-fox · 3 years

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Sorabon on the Haunt!

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Synopsis: Sorabon gets dared to go inside a creepy abandoned mansion rumored to be haunted to prove his bravery and that he's no chicken, but when his friends end up getting captured by a spirit, he has to summon the courage he needs to rescue them! Along the way, he unviels a surprising secret!

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Author's Note: "~~"'s indicate a scene change, and warning, this fic might be a little too spooky.

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Exiting the cinema after a scary movie, Tosukana, Dot, Shian, and Tiiru were discussing how freaky it was, with Sora stumbling behind them, trembling like a leaf. "That movie was certainly terrifying." Dot said. Shian wrapped her arms behind her head. "Yeah, terrifyingly bad."

"I thought it was pretty scary, Shianbon." Stated Tiiru.

She stares at her with raised brows. "Seriously Ti? Did you not see how fake everything was? You could see the zipper on some of the guys' costumes during multiple scenes."

They all turn to the frightened Sora when they hear him whimpering. "Sorabon, you can't seriously have been scared by that movie." Shian teased.

"B-B-But, e-every looked s-s-so r-re-real." Sora stuttered out shakily.

"Dude, the only thing to be scared of in that movie was how bad it is." Shian assured.

"Have you forgotten about that one particular scene, Shianbon?" Tiiru inquired as they raise a brow.

"What scene?" She asked, playing dumb.

"You know, the scene that scared you so badly that you hugged Dottobon?" Tosukana teased.

Shian's cheeks turn a pinkish-red and snapped back at her sibling and Tosukana. "I wasn't scared! I heard her screaming, and I thought she would need my protection!"

"You sure that wasn't you screaming?" Tiiru questioned, stifling a snicker.

"No! It was just her and Sorabon! I would never scream out of fear! I'm not afraid of anything!" Shian bellowed at the two.

"Uh huh." "Whatever you say, sis." Tosukana and Tiiru said respectively before they begin to laugh at Shian's expense while she huffs, turns away, and crosses her arms, her cheeks maintaining the pinkish-red hue.

"Um, guys, not to interrupt, but where's Porukabon?" Dot asks.

"Didn't he say he had to use the bathroom before meeting us out here?" Tiiru questioned.

"Oh yeah, he did." Dot affirmed.

"He's definitely been taking a little while." Tosukana stated.

"I-I wouldn't worry a-about him. When nature calls, n-nature calls." Sora reassured shakily, unaware of a shadow looming behind him. He flinches and his eyes become dots as he felt a hand suddenly grab his left shoulder. He trembled as he slowly turned his head around to see what grabbed him.

The shadow roared once he met its glowing yellow eye. Sora turned ghost white as he screams like a little girl, then his eyes turn to X's, and he faints. The shadow turned out to just to be Polka fooling around with some party glasses.

Polka laughs heartily at the fainted Sora's expense. "Gotcha'!"

Shian busts out laughing. "Nice one, Porukabon! You scared the color off of him!"

Sora suddenly recovers and is on his feet, though still ghost white. "THAT WASN'T FUNNY, PORUKABON!" He screamed angrily at him.

"Yes it was!" Polka corrected while cackling. "I got you good!"

Sora growls. "No you didn't!" He crossed his arms and huffs. "I wasn't scared!"

Polka chuckles. "Oh really? Why are you still white as a sheet then?"

Sora checked himself, and he was indeed white as a sheet, devoid of color. "Ah!" He grabs a small paint bucket and paint brush from out of nowhere and rapidly paints his colors back onto himself, then crosses his arms once again while still holding the paint brush and bucket in his hands. "Like I said, I wasn't scared! I'm a hero, and heroes don't get scared!"

"Is that so?" Polka inquired. "If you're not as scared as you say..." He gets an evil look. "Then maybe you wouldn't mind going into an abandoned mansion I found on the outskirts of the city while was out for a drive."

"Abandoned..." Sora begins shaking again. "Man...sion...?"

Shian's eye light up. "You found an abandoned mansion?! That's so cool!"

"And going there sounds like a bad idea." Tosukana states.

Polka shrugs. "We don't *have* to go there..." He then glanced to Sora. "-if Sorabon's a such scaredy-cat."

"Porukabon-" Dot tried to interject, but Sora immediately stops shaking and snaps back at him. "I am NOT a scaredy-cat!"

"So you're going?" Polka asked with a smirk.

"Of course I am! I will go over to that abandoned mansion and PROVE that I'm not a scaredy-cat!" Proclaimed Sora.

Polka clapped his hands together. "Alright! It's settled then! Let's go!"

"Wait, huh? Already?" Sora questioned.

"Yeah! It's not like we have anything better to do anyway. C'mon! I'll show where the place is!" Polka went up ahead. "Porukabon, wait up!" Shouts Dot as she tries to catch up.

Sora realizes he just made a mistake. "Oh my Whiter, what did I just agree to?"

"Trouble, I bet." Tucker says as they go catch up.

As that was all unfolding, none of the kids realized they were being watched by the Neo Devil Trio from an alleyway, whom recede into their hiding spot, and begin to discuss. Lucifer rubs his chin. "Abandoned mansion, huh?"

"Sounds like the perfect place to mess with them!~" Sung Dandylion.

"I'll say... Hey, are two down for giving those brats a scare?" Suggested Lucifer.

"Oooh! I'm in!" Dandylion exclaimed. "I especially want to see the look on sky boy's face!"

"So am I, and lucky for us," Hades brings out a hologram projector. "I have just the tech we need give those losers, especially the Sora kid, the scare of their lives!" She cackled.

Lucifer chuckles. "Great! With that, those brats won't stay very long, and for sky boy, he'll stay even less."

The group arrives to the derelict mansion via mech. "Here we are!" Shouts Polka.

Getting out of Sky-Soarer, Sora was already shivering at the sight of the creepy-looking building.

Holding a flashlight under his chin, Polka begins to creepily tells a story. "Let me tell you a little story about this place. From what I heard, the first owner of the place, passed away suddenly over one-hundred years ago, and they say his spirit has haunted this mansion ever since, hunting down for any intruders. If he catches these intruders... he curses their spirits to be bound to this place FOREVER!" This story practically petrifies Sora into a statue, while Polka chuckles.

"Porukabon, you just made up that story to scare Sorabon stiff." Tosukana tells him while staring at him, not at all amused.

"What? No! It's true!" Polka vehemently refuted.

"Then where did you hear this "story" from?" Tucker asks with a raised brow, meanwhile Tiiru is proding at the frozen Sora, trying to get him to budge.

"I- uh-" Polka averts eye contact. "I heard it from people.

Tucker continues to stare at him with a raised brow. "Uh huh..."

"Who cares if the story is fake or not?! I wanna go beat up ghosts!" Shian exclaims with four-pointed stars in her eyes; it seems Polka's story hyped her up.

"Shianbon, just how are you gonna do that?" Tiiru questioned.

Shian pumps a fist. "By punching them until they disappear!"

A sweat-drop appears on the side of Tiiru's head, and they mutter. "Oh sister..."

"So who's gonna go in first!?" Shian exclaimed.

"I don't know, maybe Sorabon should go in first, if he isn't too... chicken." Polka instigated.

That comment snapped Sora out of his statue-like state and swiftly turn to glare at Polka. "I am NOT a chicken!" He bellows.

Polka, somehow now partially dressed as chicken, teases him by acting like a chicken and making chicken noises. Sora flails his arms to boldly and angrily proclaim "I AM ABSOLUTELY NOT A CHICKEN! And I'll prove that right now!" He then barges through the unlocked doors of the old mansion. Polka takes off his chicken get-up and heartily laughs along with Shian.

"Ha! That riled him up good, Polka!" Commended Shian.

"It sure did!" Polka continued to laugh, until Tosukana harshly slaps Polka across the face. "Ow!" He immediately rubs where he got slapped.

"That was not funny, Porukabon." Dot scolded to her brother, then she turned to Shian. "And Shianbon, you should know better."

Shian grumbled quietly. "Sorry."

"Since you riled him up, Porukabon, you're going in there to fetch him and apologize." Tosukana insists.

"Uhhhh." Polka shifts his eye around quickly. "I can't go in there."

Tosukana raises a brow and puts his hands on his hips. "Why not? Don't tell me you're the one that's afraid now."

"Me? Afraid?" Polka laughs nervously. "I have no idea what you're talking about. Ha ha..."

He continued glancing around as everyone is staring at him expectantly. He was hoping someone would back him up, but when he realizes that nobody will, he gives up. "Okay, fine! I'll go in after him, but I'm not going in alone!"

Tosukana sighs. "Even though I was hoping to teach you a lesson, I'll go in with you."

"I will too! I've always wanted to explore a haunted place!" Shian exclaimed.

"Sorabon's my friend too, so I'm coming too!" Tiiru chimed in.

"But what about me..? I can't go in there, not because I'm scared, but I don't want to possibly get stuck in the floorboards. I don't want to be out here on my own either..." Dot says while twirling her fingers and looking aside.

"Well, that's the perfect excuse ta'-" Polka tried to say, but Shian butted in before he finished. "I'll stay out here with you, Dottobon!"

"Shi-Shianbon, I thought you wanted to explore this place!" Polka stammered.

"Of course I do, but Dotto has a point, and we can't just leave her alone!" She gets in a battle ready pose. "Besides, while I am disappointed I can't go exploring with you guys, what if something happens and you guys need to call back-up, huh?"

"I guess it is a good idea for you both to be on stand-by incase we need help. Now as for you, Porukabon," Tosukana grabs Polka's arm. "we're going." He turns to Tiiru, whom is watching a leaf float by on the breeze. "Tiirubon, you coming?"

Tiiru snaps to attention. "Oh! Yeah! Coming!"

Tosukana drags Polka by his arm into the mansion, with Polka groaning.

Now that the trio went inside, Dot and Shian wondered what they should do while they wait for everyone. "Sooo... What should we do now?" Questioned Dot.

"Hmmm..." Shian glances to Dot's half of the mech, then back to her. "Did you bring your Bontendo Switch?"

As the trio stepped inside the old mansion's foyer, the floors creak under their weight as they look around for Sora, Polka shines his flashlight around, trying find him, but he doesn't see him anywhere. "Where the heck he go?" Polka wondered aloud. The three try calling out to him in hopes he responds. "Sorabon! Sorabon!" No answer...

"Where did he go anyway?" Tiiru questioned.

"In a place like this, you'd think he'd bail once he got in here." Polka remarked before Tosukana nudged him. "Ow!"

"Regardless, we have to find him. He couldn't have gotten far." Tosukana states.

"Should we split up and search?" Tiiru suggested.

"Tiirubon, that is a terrible idea." Polka retorts. "You've seen how well that turns out in the cartoons."

"Oh, right." Tiiru muttered.

"How about stay in a group and search the first floor together?" Tosukana suggested.

Polka nods. "That sounds like a better and safer idea." He puts the flashlight under his chin again and speaks in his "creepy voice" while wiggling the fingers on his free hand around. "It would deter the ghost if he was to find usss."

"Stop." Tosukana says flatly.

Polka groaned. "Okay fine." He shines a flashlight down the hallway to the group's left. "Let's check down that way first."

With that, they began their search for Sora. For the next ten or so minutes, they check each room across hallway for their friend, but did not find him, so they decided to search down another hallway, little did they know they were being followed...

"Where IS he??" Polka questions as he peeks into a smaller room and shined his flashlight around to find it was empty of life as well, and groans before closing the door. "This is some game of hide-and-seek he has us playing."

"And this only the first floor." Adds Tosukana as the group continues on.

"I swear, if we find him in a broom closet after spending all this time..." Polka murmurs audibly.

"What makes you think he's hiding in a closet?" Inquired Tiiru.

"If he is in a closet, he would've came out when we've called out his name." Tosukana says, concerned.

"Coming out of the closet isn't easy for most people, Taka." Polka joked, only to receive a beat in response. "Okay, I get it, bad time for a joke."

"I'm the one that's supposed to make the jokes, Porukabon." Claimed Tiiru.

They group freezes in place when they see one of the doors shaking, and whimpering noises coming from behind it. "Wh-Why is that door sh-sh-shaking a-and ma-making noises..?" Tiiru stammers.

"I-I don't know. L-Let's just hope i-it's Sorabon." Polka shakily replies.

Slowly, the three stepped towards the shaking door. Once close enough, Polka reaches for the doorknob, and grabs it. He hesitantly turns the knob, and opens the door, it creaking as it slowly opens, the noises coming from it getting louder, then when the light hits it, something covered in a white sheet shrieks, causing Polka and Tiiru to hug eachother and scream simultaneously. "EEEEEIIIII!!! GHOOOOOOST!!!"

Tosukana, however, was completely unfazed, and sighs. "Guys." He stepped over to the "ghost," and pulls the sheet off, revealing a terrified Sora underneath.

Sora gets startled from having the sheet pulled, then blinks a bit before he realizes what he's seeing. "G-Guys?"

"Sorabon?!" Polka and Tiiru shout in unison, then glance to eachother, and Polka lightly pushes Tiiru away and tries to look like he wasn't at all scared.

"Ahem... Sorabon! What's the big idea?!" Yelled Polka.

""What's the big idea?!" I should be asking you that! You almost gave me a heart-attack!" Sora shouts back.

"I asked first!" Polka fired back. "What were you doing trying to scare us like that?!"

"I wasn't trying to scare you, I was trying to hide from the ghost!" Sora shot back.

"G-Ghost..?" Tiiru shuddered.

Polka rolls his eyes. "Yeah right."

"I'm not kidding!" Sora insists. "The ghost from your story, it's real! As soon as I entered this place, it chased me around until I hid in this closet!"

Polka still wasn't convinced. "Sora, I made that story of the mansion's first owner up to scare you." As if on cue, the aforementioned ghost floats down from the ceiling and hovers behind Polka, and the three onlookers pale and start trembling. "Everyone knows that ghosts are just made up! Heh heh!"

"Uhh-hhh, P-Poruk-kab-bon..." Sora uttered shakily.

"L-L-Look behind y-you-u..." Tosukana stammered as he pointed behind Polka.

"Huh?" He does turn around, and immediately turns white as a sheet once he sees what everyone was staring at. "Oh... so it is real... Ha ha ha..." He laughed nervously.

"Leeeeeaaaave..." The spirit moaned before roaring. "NOOOOOOWWW!!!"

The group scream in shear terror before bolting away, the ghost in hot pursuit behind them, but no matter where they went or where they tried to hide, they were always some how found. Where the heck is the exit?! This only the first floor! Were they running in circles?!

The group then runs upstairs in hopes of finding a better place to hide from the spirit giving them chase, then they run through a series of doors in a hallway in a familiar cartoon-like fashion in an attempt to escape the ghost until they get to one particular hallway. Sora bolts ahead of everyone before tripping over a loose floorboard, which triggers a trapdoor to open, he didn't have time warn his friends of the trapdoor. "GAH!" Polka just barely stops in time to avoid falling in, but Tosukana and Tiiru weren't as quick to notice, they bump right into him, knocking his flashlight out of his hand, it landing next to Sora, Polka loses his balance, and the three of them fall in, screaming out until they fade into the darkness.

"GUUUUUUYYYS!" Sora cried out to them before the trapdoor closes. Seeing the ghost still after him, he scrambles to his feet, and sprints around the corner and finds a conveniently-sized vase big enough for him to hide behind, then remained hidden for some time, even after the spirit wandered off, he is fearful and unsure of his next move. He waited a bit longer before he briefly peeks out of his hiding spot and glances around, the coast seems clear, but he goes back into hiding, he doesn't want to leave his hiding spot yet, he was afraid the ghost will come back and find him if he gets out of his hiding spot.

The poor kid whimpers as he hugs his legs, and he begins murmuring to himself as he softly sobs. "I don't wanna get out, I don't! But I wanna leave, but my friends... the ghost got them! I can't leave them, but I'm afraid of the ghost coming back! I don't wanna get caught too! What do I do? What do I do?!" He sobbed quietly some more, those sobs slowly turn to sniffles, and he begins to put on his "brave face". "I- *sniffle* I can't leave them behind. *sniffle* They're my friends, and... and they need my help."

Sora gains a determined look on his face. "I may be afraid, but it'll be the heroic thing to do!" He peeks out once more to check if the coast was still clear, when he saw that it was, he takes a deep breath, breathes out, then he quietly gets out of the vase, tip-toes the opposite direction the ghostly spirit went, retrieves Polka's flashlight, and carefully begins his search for his friends, hoping they're alright, and murmuring "I'm beginning to feel like that green-hatted guy from that mansion game..."

Meanwhile...

"Dang it, Dottobon!" Shian shouts as she looks up from her Bontendo Switch. "How are you so good at Bontris?!"

Dot gazes up at Shian before rubbing her head bashfully. "I wouldn't say *that* good, Shianbon..."

"You kidding? You beat me AND the 97 CPUs, twice!" Exclaimed Shian. "There's no way you're "not that good!""

Dot turns away, blushing. Her gaze swiftly shifts towards the mansion when she thought she heard screaming. "Shianbon, did you hear that?"

Shian was too focused on her game to notice. "Hear what?"

"It sounded like the others screaming..." Dot clarified. "And they are taking a little while..."

"Oh gosh dang it!" Shian says under her breath as she once again loses, then turns to Dot. "I didn't hear anything. I think you're probly just hearing things. Yeah, they're taking awhile, but they didn't call for help yet, so they must be fine."

"I hope so..." Dot mutters while not taking her eyes off the mansion.

"You down for a 3 out of 5?" Asked Shian.

Dot stares at the place for another couple seconds, she was still concerned about the screaming, but if Shian didn't hear them, then she must've just imagined them out of worry. She then shifts her gaze to Shian. "Sure, I guess I can do another round."

Sora quietly searches around downstairs to see if he could find his friends down there, careful to not draw the ghost's attention and give away where he is. Why did this mansion have to be so big? There's so many rooms and hallways, he feels like he's going in circles and not making much progress, he just wants to find everyone and leave this place already. 'They have to be somewhere down here. The trapdoor has to lead into one of these rooms, right?' He wondered to himself as he quietly opens the door leading into a rather large room.

He enters the aforementioned room and shines the flashlight around for anything out of the ordinary. Nope. Just old and dusty furniture, nothing weird here, except for the coffin resting against the right-most wall. He shudders and whispers to himself. "That's... pretty weird. I really hope there isn't anything, or anyone, in that thing."

He turns to leave when he finds no signs of anyone being in the room, but he freezes in place when hears a noise coming from the coffin. He gulped, cold sweat runs down his head, and he very slowly turns back to the coffin and shines the flashlight to find it opening up, the light illuminates the revealed figure inside, a Bonpire... Sora was too horrified to utter a word. There isn't just a ghost hanging out in this place, monsters too?!

The Bonpire's red eyes shot open and begins cackling as he leaps out of his coffin and lunges for Sora. The kid screams and sprints full-speed out of the room. So much for not drawing attention to himself.

He continued to shriek as the bonpire gave chase. Thinking he could get away if he went back upstairs, he sprints up the nearest staircase, and practically dives into the first room that had a door open, then slams it shut and pushes an old chair infront of it to barricade it. When Sora thought he was safe, he lets out a sigh of relief, and slumps into said chair. "Phew..."

His moment of relief quickly died when he heard something shuffle within the darkest corner of the room. A pair of glowing yellow eyes appear in the darkness, then whatever it was growls, before it leapt into the light of the flashlight. It was a wolf-like Wereron! They howl, then snarled at the kid. Sora screams once more before using the chair he was just using as a barricade as a throwable projectile at the beast, only them to swipe it away with no effort. Well that plan didn't work.

He swiftly opens the door, and yet again screams when turned out the bonpire was standing right in the doorway. Sora manages to sprint passed him and made a beeline for the stairs. Great, now he has a bonpire AND a wereron on his tail! Can it get any worse than this?!

As Sora ran through the hallway his friends found him in earlier, he had the bright idea of hiding in the same closet he used to escape the ghost earlier. The bonpire and wereron wouldn't even think to check there!

Without checking said closet first, he quickly ran in, and shuts the door before those monsters rounded the corner. He panted for bit before letting out another sigh. "Phew..."

He wipes some sweat off his forehead, then slightly grimaced when he realized his head was covered with sweat. "Eugh, running away from those monsters left me all sweaty. I could really use a rag right about now."

Someone from behind him hands him a dry rag. "Oh!" He takes the rag. "Thanks." As he was wiping the sweat off his head, he suddenly freezes when makes a realization. "Wait... who handed me the rag when I'm the only one in here..?" Sora shakily turns to whoever was in the closet with him, and shines Polka's flashlight onto a one-eyed figure covered in rags and bandages, whom groaned lowly and began reaching for Sora.

"Muh... Muhh..." Sora stammered before screaming "MUMMYYYY!", and barged through the closet door and booked it, which caught the attention of the bonpire and wereron at the other end of the hallway, they, now with the mummy alongside them, once again pursue him.

Poor Sora kept on running and running in a vain attempt to get away from the group of monsters, he would've grown exhausted by now, but he was so pumped with adrenaline that he was determined to not get caught by the ghastly trio on his tail, however, this was for naught as he rounds a corner to dead-end. "Oh no!" He turns around to see the bonpire, wereron, and mummy surround him and slowly creep foward. He frantically tries to find a secret button to open a secret escape route. "C'mon c'mon! There has to be a secret button! There's always a secret button somewhere like in that one mystery cartoon!" Unlike the cartoon though, Sora could not find a hidden button, he was really trapped. He presses his back against the wall as the monsters crept closer and closer, his eyes were filled with tears, his head was covered in cold sweat, he was whimpering and shaking violently, he thought this was the end for him, this was how he was gonna go out.

The trio of monsters were now within arms-reach of Sora. As he braced for his doom, something woke up within him, all his fear was suddenly replaced by anger, and his biidama begins glowing brightly. He screamed "That's ENOUGH!" before firing a laser-shot at the monsters, and exploding a hole into the floor, which said monsters fall right through. Thinking he took care of them, Sora leaps over the hole he made and tries to make a run for it yet again, only to stop when he thought he heard his friends groaning. "Huh?"

He peeks into the hole, at first, all he could see was smoke and dust billowing through the air, but once it clears, he could now see the dazed monsters at the bottom- wait a minute, is that Polka, Tosukana, and Tiiru?! "Guys?!" Sora called out in disbelief.

Polka sat up and rubs his head. "Ow, my aching head..." He stops when he sees what is on him. "What the..? Why am I covered in bandages and stuff?"

"Owww... What... happened?" Tiiru dazily asks as they shakily get onto their arms. "Why do I feel all... fuzzy?

"And why are we in costume..?" Tosukana adds as he helps himself up and spits out the fake teeth.

"Guys!" Sora repeats, prompting the three to look up at him. "Sorabon!" They all shout, relieved he is okay.

"You're okay!" Exclaimed Tiiru.

Sora jumps into the biidaman-made hole and lands on the spot near his friends. "Of course I'm okay!" He closes his eyes. "Now, let ask you three this..." His eyes open to reveal flames, he flails his arms about, and his head gets comically large as he bellows at his friends, making them scream because they did not expect this kind of reaction. "WHAT'S THE BIG IDEA!?!? WAS THIS ANOTHER PRANK!?!? YOU ALL ALMOST SCARED ME HALF TO DEATH!!!"

Polka rapidly waves his arms around. "S-Sorabon! Calm down! We can explain!"

That only calmed him a little bit. He then crosses his arms. "Hmph! You three better explain yourselves!"

"Sorabon, we really didn't mean to scare you so badly." Tosukana began.

"We didn't mean to because we don't even remember doing it." Tosukana and Polka nod as Tiiru finished.

That explanation didn't convince Sora. "Likely story."

"Dude, it's true." Polka insisted. "You don't know what happened after we fell through that trapdoor."

Now he was intrigued. "What did happen after you guys fell into that trapdoor anyway?"

"Allow me to explain to give you a clear vision." Polka started. "After falling into it, we fell and got caught in a net trap at the bottom. Apparently, the Neo Devil Trio have set up shop down in one of the basement rooms, and they were watching everything unfold the whole time!"

Sora's eyes got big. "Wait, those three are behind all this?!"

Polka nods. "Yeah, and they also were behind the whole ghost prank! That ghost was nothing but a hologram they set up!"

Sora's eye twitched. "Are you kidding me?!"

Tosukana shook his head. "Nope."

Polka continues. "After they tell us about their prank, they told us that we're gonna be apart of it. You think we wanted in on their prank after that whole ghost trick? Heck no!"

Tiiru chimes in. "That's when Hades got out this weird swirly gun thing, and then... I don't remember what happened after that."

"And the next thing we knew, there was an explosion, and we fall through the floor, we're also in costume for some reason." Tosukana added while pulling at his costume.

"They made you guys think you were monsters and made you all chase me all around this place to scare me! You don't remember any of that?!" Sora exclaimed.

All three shook their head in response. "Not a dang thing." Polka replied.

Knowing now that this was all just a mischievious prank pulled by the Devil siblings, Sora clenched his fists tightly. How dare they pull something like this on him! How dare they play such a cruel joke, not to mention hypnotizing his friends into involuntarily scaring the crud out of him, and above all, possibly giving him a sore throat later from making him scream so much! "Grrrr... Those absolute JERKS! I can't believe them!"

"And I thought I scared ya' bad earlier, but those three took it too far!" Polka growls as he balled his fists. "I want to get back at them for hypnotizing us and covering me in rags!"

"Normally, I would disagree about "getting back" at someone," Tosukana glares his costume. "but I don't very much appreciate getting hypnotized into scaring my friend!"

"And I don't appreciate getting put into such a tacky costume!" Tiiru adds as they're pulling at their urufuron costume.

Sora spent some time thinking about how to get back at the devious trio, then his eyes turn into light-bulbs, and gains an evilish look as he gets a devious idea, an idea to give the Devillish pranksters a taste of their own medicine. "Guys, huddle up, I think I have the perfect way to get back at those three." He huddles everyone together to discuss his plan. "Some of the things we need are white glow-in-the-dark paint, and some chains..."

"Eeee heheheee! They surely scared Sorabon good!" Dandylion laughed.

"Did you see the faces he made when saw our "monsters?" Priceless!" Lucifer cackles. "He even fell for our hologram!"

"I wouldn't be too surprised if he busted out of here out of terror while crying for his friends." Mocked Hades.

"I don't see him on any of the cameras we set up." Dandylion giggled as they flipped through the camera screens from their phone. "So I guess he did flee from terror!"

"Brat said he is a hero?" Lucifer blew a raspberry. "More like a big baby."

The siblings laugh heartily, until they heard moaning. "Uh... what was that?" Dandylion asks.

"Was that you, Lucy?" Hades questioned.

"No, it wasn't me. I thought it was from one of you two." Lucifer answered.

"Then..." Dandylion begins trembling and whimpering. "Who made the noise..?"

The trio begin to hear the sounds of chains being dragged across the floor, getting closer to their place of hiding, all three begin to get nervous. "Please tell me this a prank you two set up." Begged Lucifer.

"L-Lu-Lucy, it-it's not us!" Hades insisted shakily.

The sounds of chains dragging across the floor crept closer and closer, then stop right at the doorway, the three very slowly turn to the doorway's direction, until the trio saw a white glowing shape. Their faces contort in horror, then they shriek at the sight, it was Sorabon, but... he was glowing white, his eyes were glowing red, he had chains on both his wrists, and he looked like a zombie. "S-So-Sorab-bon?!" All three stammered out of fear.

Sora's "ghost" lifted up an arm to point at the three. "Yoooouuu..." He droned on as he crept over to the frightened trio. The siblings all cower to nearest corner.

"S-Sora-b-bon, wha-what happened t-to you?!" Dandylion asked shakily.

"You allll know what happened..." He lifted up an arm to point at them once again. "I died of fright because of your prank..."

"N-No way..." Uttered Lucifer.

"Th-That wasn't supposed to happen!" Shouted Hades.

"It was only meant to scare you, not to death!" Dandylion yelled.

"Wa-Wait, ho-how do you kn-know it was OUR pr-prank?!" Lucifer inquired.

As if on cue their "monsters" emerged from the shadows. "They told me..." The "spirit" replied.

"EH?!" The Devil siblings shout in unison.

"Now because of you, my friends are cursed to be monsters and to be bound to stay at this old mansion with me... forever!" The ghost announced, raising both of his arms.

"You took it too faaaarrrr..." Tiiruwolf growled.

"The four of us are now bound here because of you three..." Tosukanapire spoke lowly.

"We ought to return the faaavvoorrrr..." Mummy Polka droned whilst glaring at the three.

"Great idea, Porukabon..." Sora agreed, and the four tower over the terrified siblings menacingly, gleams appearing their eyes. "They deserve payback by making their last moments... A LIVING NIGHTMARE!" They all cackle as they surround the three.

The Neo Devil Trio all shriek in absolute terror, scream "WE'RE SORRYYYYY!" before jumping up, book it through the doorway, and make a beeline for the entrance they came in through, the kitchen entrance. They bust through the door, slam it shut, barricade it with planks, then take off in their aircraft. The group of four made it to one of the kitchen windows just in time to see the siblings take off, then they all laugh and give eachother high-fives.

"Dude nice! We sure scared the pants off of them!" Polka exclaimed whilst still snickering.

Sora agreed. "We sure did! It's what they get for hypnotizing you guys and scaring me to "death."" He snickered.

"How long do you think it will take until they realized they got pranked?" Tiiru questioned.

"Probably whenever they start causing trouble again." Tosukana answered.

"Y'know, Sorabon, for a biidaman that doesn't like spooky stuff, you surely know how to pull off a scary prank!" Polka commended.

Sora bashfully rubs the back of his head. "Well, I did get some help from you guys. I just came up with the idea."

Polka pats Sora on the back. "I must admit, I honestly thought you would leave us behind after getting so scared like that, yet, you stayed."

"While I'll say I did think about that," Sora proudly puts his hands on his hips. "it would be very unheroic of me to leave my friends behind when they're in trouble, so I bravely trudged forward to find you guys!"

Polka chuckles. "I guess I was wrong about you being a chicken. Sorry about earlier."

"While all this did happen because of you, I forgive you." Sora joked.

"Wha- Hey!" Polka shouts as Sora laughed.

Tiiru happened to glance to the right when they heard something, and something caught their eye. "Not to interrupt you guys, but who's that?" They ask while pointing at a glowing white old-looking biidaman floating behind the group.

The others turn around, and see what Tiiru was talking about. Polka chuckled and nudged Sora's shoulder. "Ha! Nice try, Sorabon!"

Sora was merely bemused by Polka's reaction to seeing this. "Huh?"

"I know this another prank of yours. You turned on the Devil kids' hologram when we weren't looking. Go on, spill the beans!" Polka insisted.

"Uh, no, I thought you turned on the hologram thing." Sora stated.

Polka went quiet. "Nnooo, I didn't turn it on." He turned to Tiiru and Tosukana. "Did one of you two-..?"

Tosukana shook his head. "Nope."

Tiiru shrugged. "I forgot there was a hologram thing."

Sora began. "If it wasn't you guys, then..." A look of grim realization crept onto the four's faces, and they slowly turn to their guest. "Who is that..?"

..."Leave...NOOOOOW!" The spirit bellowed.

All four kids scream and make a beeline for the exit they came through. Shian was about ask Dot to play another round when the four burst through the doors, Sora slamming the doors behind him. Their exit startles Dot. "Ah!"

"About time you guys get out there! What took you all so long, and what's with the costumes?" Shian questioned.

"Are you guys-" Dot tried to say, but was quickly interrupted.

"Can't explain now! Dotto! Shian! Get in your mechs, we need to leave now!" Polka hurriedly answered.

"Why?" Shian inquires. "Why are you all acting like you've seen a ghost?"

"Just get in your mechs NOW!" Polka screamed.

"Alright alright, sheesh! I don't know why you all are in such a hurry." Shian helps Dot get into Lightning-Bug before hopping into Cyan-Sniper. As soon as Dot is in the mech, the four spooked kids swiftly take off ahead of Shian, involuntarily leaving her in the dust.

"HEY!" She yells out angrily as she starts up her tank, and quickly takes off after them. "GET BACK HERE! DON'T YOU DARE LEAVE ME IN THE DUST!"

The ghost of the mansion's first owner watches the kids take off through the foyer's window, takes a sip of ghostly tea from his ghostly teacup, then shakes his head. "Kids these days, they never learn to stay away from creepy abandoned places, don't they?"

#Fox's Writings #One Shot Story #Bomberman #Bakugaiden #Bakugaiden Next Gen.#Sorabon #Tiirubon #Tosukana Akabon #Polka (Porukabon) and Dot (Dottobon)#Neo Devil Trio #Lucifer #Hades #Dandylion #Friend's Character #Shianbon belongs to Groxy. a.k.a. karaoke-bomber #This was meant to be a story for Halloween. but I couldn't finish it on time.

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Cuffing Season

JungkookXReader word count: 4k Warnings: Fluff and alcohol consumption Summary: Usually, drunk people are quite fun to be around, always some cracking humour. Tonight you find out, Jeon Jungkook turned out to be more stupid than funny.

‘Don’t you think we are a little old for these kinds of things?’ You question, turning off the television, knowing you weren’t getting to watch the rest of this documentary. Your friend sat on the floor in front of you, plastering make up on her face. She was beautiful without it; you didn’t see why she had to put this stuff on. Her short dress sat bunched around her waist, both of you far too close at this point to worry about panties on show. Supposing you did go; did you have to dress up too? You didn’t own make up anymore. It wasn’t something you needed nor had much time for anyway.

‘You’re only as old as you feel! Please put something pretty on; for me?’ She pouted, newly painted lips puckering into the only weakness you had. Her puppy dog eyes were something else, truly. Sighing with a grumble attached you stood from your spot on the couch, dragging your feet all the way to your bedroom.

A simple house party, so jeans would be fine right? Some comfortable shoes and of course, a nice top. A hoodie for warmth and comfort too though. Brushing your hair, you look over yourself in the mirror, 5 minutes, a new personal best! You commend yourself, throwing your hoodie over your arm, joining your friend once again in the living room. She looked you up and down, sighing at your appearance before turning back to her mirror.

‘Why are you not capable of dressing like a female?’ She tutted, fluffing up her hair before standing, straightening out her skirt and slipping her heels on. You look her appearance over, and truly, you looked like polar opposites. In your defence though, it’s better than the sweat pants you were planning on wearing all night.

‘You’re lucky I’m even coming, plus; I’m not a little whore like you.’ She dramatically gasped, slapping her hand over her barely covered breast. The skin on skin contact made a clap sound, making her clear her throat. She proved you right and she knows it.

‘I’d be offended, but it’s the truth.’ She sighed, grabbing her jacket, slinging it over her shoulder before following you to the front door.

The second you entered the party, a drink was thrusted into your hand, already showing you the exact way, this party was going to go. Taking the drink, you take a sniff, knowing not to trust these house party fuckers. Deciding to just risk it once, you take a sip, feeling the alcohol burn the back of your throat, Christ who taught these idiots to mix? Following your friend to the main room, you quickly lose her in the mass of gyrating bodies. You took this as your cue to step back, to head to the kitchen, maybe you could dilute this mess of a drink.

‘Jungkook, stand up man!’ He lectured, a couple others giggling behind him. Clearly, they were finding this hilarious, but Jin wasn’t. He sighed, trying to shove the cup of water into his hand, Jungkook protested, slamming his hand onto the ground, trying to stand himself back up. Instead he fell into the counter, slowly sliding back down to the ground.

‘I am perfectly sober Seokjin! I would appreciate it if you could back the fuck up!’ Jin groaned, running his hands through his hair. Snickering continued behind him, his eyebrows knitting together in anger.

‘You.’ He spun on his heel, pointing at the two boys left standing behind him. The giggling and laughing stopped abruptly, the two boys halting, standing closer together for some form of protection.

‘You did this, you deal with him for the rest of the night. This is your fault; you will sort it.’ He spoke, storming off back to the living room, apologising to you as he bumped into you on the way out. You heard a groan from the other end of the kitchen, both boys sinking onto the floor beside the boy you are yet to see.

‘Guysssss, I’m fine!’ He slurs, trying again to stand up, falling into one of the boy’s arms. He laughed with his whole body, slipping back onto the floor.

‘What the fuck are we going to do man?’ The shorter boy asked. The taller of the two groaned, standing and looking around the kitchen for an idea. His eyes landed on you mixing more cola into your drink.

‘Hey, you!’ Your eyes shoot up to look at him, raising your eyebrow at the way he just spoke to you. He cleared his throat, his other friend standing up from the floor. He looked between you and his friend, finally understanding what could be happening. If he could explain, that would be very helpful.

‘Don’t speak to someone like that. Gosh, how rude.’ You tut, putting the cap back on the bottle, placing it back where you got it. Taking a sip from your drink, you nod, finally happy with the balance now.

‘Sorry, sorry, You’re right. My name is Taehyung, this is Jimin and the idiot on the floor is Jungkook. Are you sober?’ You frown even deeper at the question; how did he get to that? How did this go from introductions to sobriety?

‘Oh, nice to meet you Taehyung, and you Jimin! Oh, my name? It’s Y/N, thanks for asking! Oh, I’ve only just arrived, yeah the party is pretty good so far, the drinks are a bit strong though, don’t you think?’ You ramble, Jimin giggled to the side of Taehyung, getting a swift slap on the back.

‘Ohhh, bro she just roasted you!’ Jungkook cackled from the floor, dragging the two boy’s attention back to him. Yours followed also, feeling bad for the dude. Taehyung sighed, walking past you to the doorway, Jimin following closely behind him.

‘Where do you think you two are going? Weren’t you told to help him?’ You motion towards the man now crawling around the corner of the counters.

‘Do me a favour, put him in a bedroom and lock him in. He will sleep it off! OKAY THANKS!’ He shouted running out of the room, into the sea of bodies, never to be seen again. You went to chase them, but they slipped out of your grasp and sight. Sighing you walk back into the kitchen, Jungkook lying face down on the tiled kitchen floor groaning.

‘You good there bud?’ You ask, mildly concerned for his wellbeing. he tilted his head to the side to look at you, drool coating his left cheek, dopey smile plastered on his lips. He let a little giggle slip trying once again to sit himself up. You rushed to help him, not wanting him to crack his head on the flooring.

‘The tile is cold. Feels good.’ He mumbled, eyes closing slightly, he was kind of cute you suppose. Fetching one of the red cups, you fill it with water, putting it into his hand. He looked at the contents of the cup, squinting his eyes at you.

‘I’m not drunk, if that’s what you think.’ He slurs, trying hard to keep himself awake. You slump down across from him on the floor, taking a sip of your slightly less innocent beverage.

‘I know dude, got to stay hydrated, though right?’ The few sips you had before mixing this drink already had your head a little fuzzy, but not so bad that you couldn’t take care of this man child.

‘You’re right, I just wanted you to know. ‘Cos I’m not wasted, I’m totally sober!’ He spoke, tilting the cup to his mouth while he was still talking, spilling the water down his front. You stifled a laugh, watching him wipe his mouth. ‘That wasn’t because I was drunk, I totally do that all the time!’ He protested, taking a gulp of the water. You raise an eyebrow, downing the last of the drink in your cup. About five minutes passed, sitting in silence. He wasn’t a very chatty person when he was kind of sober, which was a shame really.

‘How did you manage to get so wasted? The party only started like 2 hours ago no?’ You question, nursing the second drink you had made yourself, head now a little bit dizzy.

‘I wasn’t drunk remember?’ He smirks, picking at the rim of the plastic cup. He sighed, taking a second to answer your question. ‘I live here, so we started drinking early, I can’t handle my drink like the rest I guess.’ He answered, still slurring slightly. You roll your eyes at the irresponsibility of these idiot friends he has.

‘Okay, let’s go upstairs, shall we?' you question, standing from the ground wobbling slightly. He put his hand out to catch you, climbing up from the floor too. You lead him up the stairs, picking a random room, he didn’t protest therefore, you assume it was his room. It was fairly clean, large bed off to the left, and an organised desk to the right. It seemed like a boy’s room, but far too tidy for men to be living alone together. He lay down on the bed, letting you look around a little bit more. That’s when you noticed the bottles of alcohol lined up on the shelves. You looked at the different kinds, everything from regular vodka to rum and whiskey. If this was his room, you couldn’t understand what he meant by not being able to handle it like the others.

‘Okay, well, I’m going to go now…’ You speak into the silence of the room, turning to walk out the door. Instead you bumped into a hard chest, cold metal linking around your wrist, clicking shut. He giggled like a toddler, lifting your joined wrists up.

‘Dude what the fuck?!’ You scream, shaking your wrist, the clanging of metal and his yelp of pain echoing through the room. The base from the music playing outside, blocked slightly from the door.

‘Please don’t leave, I can’t sleep alone when I’m drunk…’ He whines, but you could feel no pity for him right now.

‘You couldn’t just fucking say that instead of cuffing us you idiot!?’ You sigh, sitting down on the bed, subsequently pulling him with you.

‘I’ll stay but can you take these off please?’ You request, waving them in front of his face. His eyes widened, blush creeping onto his face.

‘Uh, I would, believe me but the thing is… This isn’t my room. It’s Jimin’s and there were no keys in the drawer.’ You groan, falling back, your one arm in the air, unable to relax due to him not moving. You needed to be drunk for this. So fucking drunk.

Standing up from the bed, you grab one of the bottles off the shelf, popping the cap. Jungkook stood beside you, looking at you as if you were going crazy. Honestly, you might be.

‘What are you doing? I told you this isn’t my room, so that isn’t mine!’ He whined, not wanting to get into trouble. You roll your eyes, taking a swig of the whiskey. It burned as it slipped down your throat, the smoky taste left in your mouth. You sighed at the familiar feeling, sucking your teeth.

‘Think about it babe, you were that wasted because of them, cuffed to me because they didn’t want to look after you. Get back at them, even if its just this one bottle we drink.’ You persuade him, wiggling the bottle in front of his face, honey coloured liquid swishing inside the bottle. He bit down on his lip, thinking hard about it for a second. ‘Fuck it.’ He spoke, taking the bottle out of your hand, taking a swig himself. You cheered triumphantly, dragging him back over to the bed.

You woke up, head pounding, light shining through the blinds. Why didn’t you close them? You always close them… This room didn’t smell like you, didn’t feel like your sheets. The bed was at a different angle and honestly, it was disorienting. Opening your eyes, you squint, rubbing the sleep out of them, only to find, you can’t move your left hand. Sitting up from the pillow, you take in your surroundings. The room was definitely not your own, the empty bottle of whiskey beside you was definitely not finished by only you. The boy to your left groaned, slowly waking himself up as you pulled your hand towards your face. The cold metal slipped down your arm, tickling the hair on your arms. Frowning you look down to your chained wrist, connected to the man beside you. A small yelp escaped your mouth, falling off the bed, pulling the man with you. His body weight landed on top of yours, pushing the air right out of your lungs.

‘Shit!’ He shouted, getting off you instantly, patting your back to help you. Regaining your breath, you run your hand through your hair.

‘What the fuck happened last night, why are we cuffed together? Actually, it doesn’t matter, just unlock them.’ He nodded, looking through the drawers, looking for a key. Unable to find them, he sits back on the bed sighing.

‘Wait, let me call Jimin!’ He shouted, fishing his phone out of his pocket. Dialling the number, he waited for him to pick up.

‘Dude do you know what the fucking time is?’ Jimin shouted on the other end of the phone, making Jungkook roll his eyes.

‘I don’t care, you know the handcuffs in your drawer? Is there a key?’ He questioned, while you sat awkwardly beside him on the bed.

‘No dude, pretty sure Taehyung stole them from some chick he fucked around with, why?’

‘No reason, thanks.’ He hurried, hanging up the phone instantly. You groaned, falling back onto the mattress.

‘What now?’ You question him, instead of giving you an answer, he lay down on the mattress beside you, both accepting defeat.

‘I don’t know about you, but I really fucking need the toilet.’ He spoke, making you shoot your head around to him. You sit up from your position, looking towards the joined toilet, realising now that you too; need the bathroom. What the fuck were you meant to do now?

‘How do we… I mean, how can I… how do I… fuck sake.’ You groan, standing from the bed walking towards the bathroom. You both stood looking at the toilet, not knowing what you were supposed to do.

‘Okay, if you turn around, and place your hand here it should be fine…’ He thinks, placing your hand where it had to be. It rested on his stomach, just above the line of his trousers. You could feel the stiffness of his stomach and honestly, it was making you feel a little bit hot. Before you knew it, he was done, and it was your turn.

‘It should be fine if I just turn around right?’ He questioned, you just nod, too nervous to say a word. You tried to pee as quickly as humanly possible. He tried hard not to laugh; he could tell how hard you were pushing to get this over with. Both washing your hands, you leave the room, walking through the streets into town.

‘Where should we go first?’ You question, looking down at the cuffs linking you together. He pulled his sleeve down, linking your hands together. Jerking yours out his grasp quickly, the cold metal cut into your skin, making you wince. He grabbed your arm, inspecting the red mark sure to become a bruise on your wrist.

‘I thought it would seem more natural to hold hands, you know, less like we are handcuffed.’ He spoke, letting your hand fall to your side beside his. Honestly, it made sense, you didn’t really want people to see that you were handcuffed to someone. It looks like a sex adventure gone wrong. Realising he is making perfect sense, you link your fingers with his, pulling him to a nearby café.

‘I don’t know about you but I’m starving.’ You say, sitting down at the nearest table, forcing him to sit beside you. The server gave you a strange look, it wasn’t so normal for couples to sit beside each other. Placing the order, you were left alone once again, forced to think about what you were going to do now.

‘What about a sex shop?’ He spoke, the waitress clearing her throat as she placed down your breakfast food, walking off while rolling her eyes. You couldn’t help but snicker, digging into your food.

‘That would make sense I guess; he did steal them from someone he used to have sex with. I don’t think these are sex shop cuffs, but its worth a shot.’

Your destination took you to your nearest sex store, both walking in looking terribly out of place. You step up to the counter, Jungkook busy looking at the harness to the side of the check out.

‘Afternoon kitten, what can I do for you?’ He purred, making you grip Jungkook’s hand. His attention turned to you instantly, noticing the situation fairly quickly. He put your linked hands on the desk, showing the cuffs holding you close together.

‘Can you unlock these?’ He questioned, having no time for this middle-aged man’s flirting towards you. The man snickered, inspecting the catch and serial number on the metal.

‘Unfortunately not kid. These are the real deal, meaning you’re locked in some police cuffs.’ The man confirmed making you groan, rolling your eyes at the mess you were in. Most importantly though; Taehyung stole police cuffs and didn’t think to steal the keys too!? You thank the man and ignore the shouts he gives saying he will see you soon.

‘Where now?’ You groan, sitting on the bench slightly down from the store. Jungkook rubs his chin for a second before pulling his phone out of his pocket. He dialled a number, drumming his fingers against the palm of your hand while he waited for the person to answer.

‘Tae thank god. Where are you?’

‘At some chicks house, ‘bout to sneak out though don’t worry.’ It seemed a bit late for someone to be doing the walk of shame. regardless, he kept the thought to himself.

‘That doesn’t matter right now, the cuffs in your drawers, are they real police cuffs?’ He spoke, urgency in his tone.

‘Oh yeah bro, cool right? I was fucking around with this officer and-‘

‘Where’s the key?’ Taehyung snickered on the other end of the phone, a door closing in the back. Jungkook could only assume he was sneaking out to head home.

‘Why Kookie? You stuck in a situation right now?’ Jungkook could hear the smirk in his voice, could almost feel himself smacking it off his friend’s face.

‘Just tell me if you have it or not.’ He sighed, meanwhile, you tried to think of a solution. You could always try a locksmith?

‘Na man, she gave me the cuffs as a memory not something to use. I don’t know what you want me to say, maybe you shouldn’t drink so much, then you wouldn’t be in this-‘ He hung up promptly, rolling his neck, frustrated. Of course, he knew he shouldn’t drink this much, but what was he supposed to do? Look like an idiot who didn’t drink because he can’t handle it?

‘Nothing?’

‘Nothing.’

‘Okay, I think I have an idea.’ You speak, standing you both from the bench, linking your hands together once more. You knew where the nearest locksmith was, having to get your key re-cut more times than you care to admit. You walk in, the man behind the counter greeting you like an old friend. A much better experience than the sex shop man.

‘We got ourselves into a bit of a situation and were wondering if you can help?’ The man looked at you confused, a little side eye flying your way. Jungkook raises your connected wrists again, the man laughing heartily as he grabbed your hands, lying them down on the counter in front of him.

‘Cuffing season I see?’ He joked, making you snort.

‘Yeah, something like that I guess.’ He looked over the cuff, examining the lock and checking the number on the sides. After a minute, he sighed, taking his glasses off his face, sitting them down beside him.

‘I can’t unlock these unfortunately, you would have to go to the police station. I know that’s probably the last thing you wanted to hear, but it’s the only option you have.’ Jungkook sighed, thanking the man before walking out the store with you.

‘Station?’ He questioned, already walking towards the direction of it.

‘If it is the only option we have, I guess it’s all we can do.’ You replied, dragging your feet behind him. His phone buzzed in his pocket, frowning he answered it.

‘Race you home kid.’ Tae’s voice came from the device. Jungkook rolled his eyes, stopping in place.

‘I don’t have time for this Taehyung.’

‘I went to the station and got the keys, explained my stupid housemate used them. Now like I said, race you home or stay cuffed to whoever it is for the rest of your life.’ Was the last thing he said before he hung up the phone. Jungkook’s eyes widened, running in the opposite direction instantly, you screamed out in pain, he halted instantly, turning around to check on you.

‘Shit I’m so sorry I forgot! Taehyung has the keys; we have to go.’ He whispered, trying to soften out the pain contorted into your features. You nodded, following him in the direction he was running off to.

‘Man, I am bursting for a pee.’ He tells you, making you laugh out loud. You were too, but you didn’t really feel like sharing the bathroom with him again. Not right now.

Arriving back at the house, you open the door to six boys sitting on the various couches, looking towards the door. Jungkook groaned, linking your hands once again and walking you over to the area.

‘Taehyung unlock us.’ Jungkook spoke instantly, not letting anyone put their two cents in right now.

‘Slow down, how did this happen?’ One of them spoke, you recognised him from last night, finally putting two and two together, you yelped in realisation.

‘HA! You! You told these two to look after Jungkook last night!’ You spoke, stepping forward. The man stood up, holding his hand out to you for you to shake it. Jungkook’s came with you as you shook.

‘Yes, that’s right, I’m Jin. Nice to meet you.’ He spoke before he frowned, still wondering what happened. ‘If you don’t mind me asking, what happened when I left the kitchen?’ He questioned, looking at your cuffed wrist.

‘These two told me to put Jungkook to bed. I did and he slapped the cuffs around my wrist. In conclusion, they are irresponsible, Jungkook can’t sleep when drunk and there is an empty bottle of whiskey in the room, we slept in.’ You replied, Jin held his hand out towards Taehyung, asking him to drop the keys into his hand.

‘We will talk about this later.’ He spoke sternly to them, Jimin pouting about his empty bottle of whiskey. Your wrists were unlocked, Jungkook running instantly off to the bathroom. You rubbed your wrist, hoping the bruises weren’t going to be terribly obvious.

‘Well, I’ll be going. Nice to meet you Jin.’ You smile sweetly at him, turning to glare at the other two you know the names of. They cowered into each other, making you smirk in victory.

‘Wait!’ You heard a familiar voice shout, feet thumping down the stairs behind you. Slowly you turn to face him, raising an eyebrow at him.

‘I was thinking, maybe do you want to go out some time. You know, not handcuffed to me?’ You smile to yourself, shrugging in response.

‘Sure, I know where you live, I’ll pop by one day. See you Jungkook.’ You smirk, turning your back on him, running down the path.

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