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kyufessions · 8 months

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synopsis: you walk in on your daughter giving your fiancé a makeover

genre: fluff, domestic

pairings: fiancé, non-idol! jeno x g.n. reader

word count: 2.2k

a/n: i really went off with this lmao. this is the most inspired i’ve been in a while for a story so hope y’all enjoy!

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Glitter was going to be everywhere in your house for the next two weeks, but you honestly didn’t care much. on any other day you would sigh about it and remind your daughter, aecha, to ask you first before doing so or remind her to use her designated playroom rather than the living room but coming home to see your fiance sitting across from a four year old as she smothers his face with cheap eyeshadow and glitter, you couldn’t help but find yourself amused by the sight. There sat an almost six foot tall man in grey slacks with a light blue button up shirt and a loosened tie in the middle of your living room floor, across from him was a little four year old girl using a barbie eyeshadow palette all over his face- the purple glitter hitting pan as she used it for nearly everything.

“Sit still!” she demanded in her tiny voice as she smeared a green shade across his one eyelid, the other one already light pink with a sparkling shine. The concentration on her face was very evident, her cheeks puffed out as her eyes squinted to get a clearer look.

“Sorry, sorry.” he mumbled, a small chuckle leaving past his lips as they upcurved into a grin. He tried looking up at her to watch what she was doing but she reminded him to keep his eyes down so she could get all the color on him, earning another mumbled ‘sorry’ from the grown man. “What color are you using?”

You stood against the door frame watching in silence, the door still slightly ajar as to not warn anyone of your presence. Instead, you took out your phone to record the moment quietly. When you first started dating jeno, you were scared he wouldn’t accept that you were a parent of a two year old. You had been on countless dates within the past few months, but none of them ever went past the first two because as soon as they found out you had a child they didn’t want anything to progress further. With being in your early twenties, you figured not many people would want to see someone that was already a parent. And you definitely didn't want to date anyone who was a lot older than you, so you were stuck. Well, until you met jeno that is.

You remember the day as if it were yesterday: you were at the local park down the street from your old apartment complex, watching as aecha played in the sandbox with some other children. All the other parents were older and ignored you for the most part, judgemental stares were never not thrown your way when you would explain she was indeed your daughter and not your niece, sister, or cousin. But you always ignored them, not caring much about what people thought about you. Having aecha was something you had never regretted, not even for one second. As you sat there in your thoughts and sipped on your iced coffee, you felt a presence sit next to you on the bench. You glanced at them from the corner of your eye, noticing it was a man in a navy blue plaid shirt and jeans. He seemed to be around your age, maybe younger by not much. Silence hung between the both of you, but it didn’t seem too awkward- just that type of awkwardness you feel when meeting a stranger for the first time.

“Uncle!” you heard a child yell as they ran towards him, his arms up in the air asking to be picked up.

And the stranger did just that, picking up him gracefully and putting him in his lap. “Hajoon!” He greets him with a smile, and when you glance at them for a second you can notice how both of their smiles are practically the same. “What’s up? Are you feeling okay?”

The child nods, his smile turning into a pout. “Yes! But can we stay a little longer? I want to help them finish their sandcastle!” his little finger points towards the small group of children your daughter was sitting with, their little selves working hard at building a sandcastle as tall as the tree next to them- or at least, that was their goal.

As soon as the stranger tells him it's okay, he hops off his lap and runs back towards your daughter and her group of friends she's made. You both sit in silence again for a few moments, watching the children carefully as they get to work. It wasn't until you were mid-sip on your caramel iced coffee when the stranger spoke up.

“Which kid is yours?” the deep voice asked, making you turn your head in his direction as you pointed towards your aecha.

Quickly swallowing your drink, you finally responded. “The one with the pigtails and bows in her hair with the rainbow overalls.”

Jeno watched how you smiled at her when she waved at you, making his lips turn into a shy smile. Through your simple actions he could tell you adored her more than anything, and he admired that right off the bat. “The loud one in the dinosaur shirt is my nephew, hajoon.” you nod, taking another small sip of the remainder of your coffee. Not wanting the conversation to stop, he continues on. “Is she your niece?”

You shake your head, finally turning your head towards him. The way his eyes crinkled when he smiled made your stomach flip for a split second before you brushed it aside, choosing to ignore how handsome this stranger was. “No, she’s my daughter.” The shock on his face was subtle, but the change in his facial expression gave away his surprise. You just smile at his expression, used to it by now. “I had her young, but she’s everything to me.”

For the next half an hour, you both sat there as the kids would knock down and rebuild their sand castles before jeno received a call that it was time to start bringing hajoon back home for dinner. Throughout that time, you both got to know one another. You learned how he was a year younger than you and how he had just started college, how he also enjoyed doing music on the side here and there for extra money at times. And although you were still young, he admired how you still put yourself through school and two part time jobs just to give your daughter what she deserved. When he learned of you being a single parent, he mentally cursed at the person leaving you to care for a child at such a young age. How dare they do such a thing?

“Will you be okay getting home?” he asked as hajoon jumped on his back, his arms wrapping around his shoulders to hold on tight.

Nodding, you fix aecha’s hair quickly before grabbing her hand and standing towards the opposite direction. “I’ll be okay, thank you. I live right down the block.”

From then on, every Saturday you would ‘coincidentally’ bump into each other at that same park, him with hajoon and you with aecha. But what you learned after you both officially started dating for a few months was he would volunteer to hang out with hajoon every saturday. He'd take him out for lunch, sometimes take him shopping or to the arcade, but one thing he never missed was taking him to the park around the same time every weekend. It took jeno a month of that same routine to finally ask for your number, then another month to ask you on a proper date, and then a third month to officially ask you out. It’s now two years later and jeno is nearing the end of his graduation with a job already secured for him, while you had finished your college degree a year ago and was able to work from home most days. The day after your graduation jeno had proposed, but asked to wait until he graduated to move forward with wedding planning. Agreeing, you both divided to just move in together for the time being and secured a three bedroom apartment together closer to where his new job would be located. Everything with jeno seemed like a fairytale you never thought would happen.

“Green!” aecha exclaimed, a proud smile appearing on her face.

For a few moments more you watch them talk about how green would and wouldn’t match his outfit best, and aecha offering jeno one of her princess dresses that would look better than his ‘ugly outfit’. Chuckling lowly to yourself, you stop recording and close the door behind you before walking towards them with a smile.

Aecha automatically runs up to you with a smile, her body clinging to your legs as you bend down to her level and envelope her into a hug. “What's going on here?” you ask her, finally noticing the small specks of glitter on her face as well. You smile at jeno as he looks at you with a playfully defeated look, the lipstick that your daughter chose everywhere except for his lips.

She tugged at your hand, pulling you further to where your fiance sat with his legs crossed. “I made daddy pretty!” you both laughed at her comment, using your pointer finger to turn jeno’s face more towards you for a better view. No words needed to be exchanged, all you did was smile at one another as your eyes said it all. “Do you like it?”

Turning to her, you kiss the top of her head and pat it afterwards. “I love it! Can you do my makeup tomorrow for daddy and i’s date?” as she starts jumping up and down with joy, you stop her quickly by putting your hand on her shoulder. “But only if you can do one thing for me.” she nods eagerly, waiting for the deal. “If you start getting ready for your bath, you can do my makeup tomorrow. I’ll even give you bubbles for tonight, how does that sound?”

Before you know it, she runs down the hall and up the stairs to her room, you both watch as she runs into her room and closes the door behind herself to start changing. When jeno turns around, he sees you kneeling down to his eye-level and smiling at him in an attempt to hold back laughter. Failing as soon as he smiles back at you with a toothy grin, you sit on his lap and wrap your arms around his neck as you press multiple pecked kisses against his lips as you both laugh together.

“How was work?” you ask after smothering him with kisses, bringing your thumb up to his face to smudge away some glitter from the apple of his cheek. “Your day seemed eventful.”

He takes one hand off of your waist and takes your hand in his, placing a kiss on the back of it. “It was good, the internship is promising and I have my last day of classes this Friday before graduation.” jeno starts blinking rapidly as he feels glitter in his eye, quickly rubbing it away and grabbing your hand again afterwards. “Aecha and I made ramen for lunch and then she wanted to do my makeup. I know how you feel about glitter but I, unfortunately, had no say in the matter.”

“It's okay as long as you help me clean it up afterwards.” you say, sneaking your phone out of your pocket and taking a few quick pics of jeno before you get up and drag him towards the bathroom to wipe the makeup off his face. He watches you do so, admiring every move you make. Even though you looked tired from work, you still had a glow that he never got tired of. Alluring couldn’t even begin to describe how he saw you, no synonyms could ever begin to describe. Even though your face was straight, your lips always had an upcurve to them that came across as welcoming and friendly. And when you were concentrating, you bit the inside of your bottom lip ever so slightly as your eyes were slightly squinted.

“Let's have another.”

Giggling, you stop what you're doing and look him in the eyes. “What do you mean, ‘let's have another’?”

He grabs your hands, intertwining your fingers together before kissing your knuckles as he speaks. “I mean, let's have another kid.”

You always knew jeno wanted more kids, and now that aecha is in daycare and has friends who have siblings she keeps asking for a brother or sister more often than not. After your daughter, you always told yourself you wouldn’t have more kids until you were older- maybe early to mid thirties. But with life falling into place, you couldn’t imagine a more perfect time.

“I like that idea.” you confess, smiling from ear to ear as jeno lifts you up by your thighs and kisses you deeply. But the kiss is soon cut short as you hear aecha coming down the stairs towards the bathroom.

You just couldn’t wait to grow your little family even more.

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queen-of-reptiles · 5 months

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description: Lauren runs through the same park everyday, at the same time everyday, but when she is an hour later one day, she finds her routine changing, so she can get one more look at the beauty hidden amongst pages of notes.

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lauren hemp x female reader

disclaimer: this is all fiction! Do not take any of this seriously

warnings: so much fluff omg, so much fluff, fluffffff

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y/n man fuck whoever told me to study law 🤓

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y/f/n1: girl ik, I've just eaten a tub of ice cream, cried and banged out an essay on civil justice in the 80's. 😝

y/n: lmao loved the add on of cried 😌

y/f/n1: felt like it was needed ☺️

y/f/n2: I don't get how you make everything look so aesthetic??? 😩😩

y/n: because I am deffo failing this course so might as well make it look good ! 💙

y/f/n3: Didn't you get an A in our last test? 🤨

y/f/n4: I am a drama kid, and even I know she's fucking dramatic 😭

y/f/n3: Such a drama queen this one!

y/n: I hate both of you stfu 🙄

y/bff/n: That's my best friend, she real bad bitch, she don't got no money, cause at law she's shit... 😏

y/n: how long did that take you? 🤨

y/bff/n: too long honestly...

y/n: 😭😭

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Lauren was running an hour later than usual, they had quite an exhausting game yesterday, so on her day off, she usually slept in until half eight ad was running in the park by nine.

Today it was ten am, and as Lauren jogged through, music pushing her through, she paused in shock. The most beautiful girl she had ever seen was lying on a picnic blanket, basking in the warm summer sun.

Rings littered her thin fingers, as well as several necklaces which hung from her neck and over the notebook she was writing in. Jeans and a sweet flowery top covered her, the mom jeans hanging on her body.

She had wired headphones in, which Lauren found odd, but the girl didn't seem to notice her as she stared, too focused on writing whatever she was writing.

Lauren briefly though about going over, but then she realised she was messy haired, red faced, and sweaty and thought better of it. So instead, she jogged on.

But suddenly Lauren found herself changing her routine, and every day off she had, which changed, she went to the park at 10am, and every time, other than Thursdays and Tuesdays, the girl was there, buried in pages.

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After Lauren's complete fail, the next day off they had, Chloe, Alex and Jill came with her to the park, the four in relaxed outfits and hoping to sit and relax together, as well as help Lauren with this painful crush.

As they got there, the mysterious girl was already there, writing out pages and pages once again, and Jill let out a light whistle, nodding at Lauren in agreement.

The girl was hot. Chloe and Alex both sat down near her, dragging the other two with them, y/n looked up and she waved nicely at Lauren, who waved back with a smile.

Chloe sighed in relief that Lauren had at least reacted normal to that, and as y/n went back to studying the four friends started a conversation as they relaxed in the sun.

Eventually the group got up to play some football, y/n having not moved since the turned up, Chloe had hit the ball slightly hard and Lauren blanched as she ran.

The quick blonde, only manged just to get to y/n, pulling the girl who had stood up to stretch out of the way of the incoming ball the football instead hitting one of her notebooks and sending loose pages everywhere.

"Oh my god." y/n gasps.

"Sorry!" Chloe calls. "I am so sorry!" She adds again, but y/n waves a hand kindly.

"Luckily I have my guardian angel!" y/n calls, smiling at Lauren gratefully, who blushes at the sweet nickname. "Thank you." y/n adds as she bends down to pick at her papers.

Lauren kicks the ball across to Chloe who restarts their game of up, with the other two, but Lauren stays by y/n leaning down to help pick up her scattered papers.

"Oh you don't have to." y/n starts but Lauren smiles and shakes her head.

"I want to." Lauren promises as she hands the girl her papers. "Do you maybe want to get coffee sometime?" Lauren suddenly asks, as if she had been forced to say it.

Truth is, if she hadn't of said it then, she never would have. y/n looked up at her and furrowed her brows slightly, as if trying to figure something out.

"Like a date?" She asks and Lauren nods.

"Unless you don't want to." Lauren adds.

"No I want to, I was just trying to figure out why Lauren Hemp is asking me out." y/n admits and Lauren winces.

"You know who I am?" She asks and y/n shrugs.

"My best friend is a city fan, though I am more partial to Arsenal I must admit." y/n teases and Lauren pretends as she's been shot dragging and heart-breakingly beautiful laugh from the student.

"How could you?" Lauren asks jokingly and y/n laughs again.

"Quite easily, I suppose I will have to make it up to you." y/n hums. "How about a date tomorrow, after coffee today?" She asks and Lauren grins.

"Uh, yeah, yeah that would be great." Lauren smiles, a bright gleam in her eyes.

"Cool, well can I get your number then?" y/n asks and Lauren jerks forward, quickly tapping her number in and sending a message to herself.

"Do you want to go get coffee now?" Lauren asks, y/n sighing in relief and nodding.

"Please, I look at anything else about civil justice proceedings, my brain is going to self-destruct." y/n says and Lauren chuckles and looks up to tell her friends.

However, she finds no one, the three having dispersed with shared grins as Lauren and y/n started talking, finding no reason to interrupt they left.

y/n packed away her notes, throwing her highlighters into her pencil case and standing up, she smoothed out her summer dress, the article stopping just below her knees.

"You're so pretty." Lauren said without thinking, and even though she had just said it aloud, it sounded so calm and meant.

"Charmer." y/n blushed, smiling softly as she held out her hand. "Come on." She smiles and Lauren takes her hand.

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username1: has anyone seen Lauren's story???? 🤨🤨

username2: YES - is she out on a date?

username3: it looks like it !!!! 😏😏

username4: Lauren and a girl have been seen out in Manchester!!!

username5: She is in my class at school!!! 😱😱

username6: her @ is @y/n - She is so pretty! 😊

username7: nahhh she's not 🙄🙄

username8: yeah what if she is just using Lauren??? 😡

username9: stfu it aint our bsuiness! 🖕

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lauren_hemp So proud of you baby <3 you deserve this after all the sleepless night and pages of notes! Also happy one year love - best WAG I could have asked for!

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username2: feels like just yesterday we were hunting her down ...

username3: who would have guessed how much we would love her too! ☺️☺️

leahwilliamsonn: Well done y/n!!

y/n: Thankooooo xxx

y/bff/n: SOOoooooooOO PROUD! 💙

y/n: love youuuuuu 💙

y/f/n1: It seems like only yesterday you were crying with dominoes saying you were going to drop out. 🥹

y/n: what a time, what a time. 😊

username4: This is all just so cute! 🥹

chloekelly: This happened because of me just so everyone knows 👏👏

lauren_hemp: yes lets all thank Chloe for nearly knocking out my girlfriend 🙄

y/n: thanks Chloe! Thought she would never come and talk to me. <3

lauren_hemp: I would have! 😶

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loved this one as it is just cuteness honestly !!

Queenie xx

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bokutooooo · 8 months

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Dream Ride PT- 2 ᰔᩚ

The annoying sounds of my alarm clock going off waking me up almost instantly and I can already feel my head pounding. Last night I ended up going to one of Han's infamous parties and let's just say it was fun. "Morning Cassidy, how'd you sleep?" Cassidy was my aunt, one of the main reasons I came to Japan after mom threw me out. "it was fine, woke up a couple of times but nothing to bad. How's Neela? you girls have fun? being careful I hope". I grab a box of cereal and a bowl "It was fun I mean just regular car stuff.. Neela likes my car so that's good" I laugh thinking about how Neela kept asking me to let her drive it. "I'm glad, just make sure you guys are being careful and staying out of trouble" I give her a nod walking towards the small couch. I haven't really told her anything about Han I don't think she'll like it, which means I probably shouldn't be getting involved with him but can you blame me? his shoulder length jet black hair, his little smile and I mean have you seen the 1997 Mazda RX-7 it's almost to nice. "Hey? you going to start getting ready? Don't want you getting yelled at again."

"Hey Neela whatcha doing?" I say as I'm walking into class. "Nothing too exciting just sketching something knew, you think I should get a Toyota Supra? I mean how cute would that be." I lightly laugh "I think you should get whatever you like, you have the time and money right? so do it." she gives me a small smile and continues sketching away.

I sat down as our professor walked in, all I could ever think about was cars, friends and.. well Han. I know it's stupid, thinking about a guy who pays me little to no attention but I can't stop. My grades were going down, I was starting to care less and stop trying but If I don't start picking them back up my aunt will notice and question me than I would have to tell her something. "Hey! let's go times up" I look up and Neela's waiting for me "class is over? already?" I swear class just started "Yeah??? let's go weirdo."

Me and Neela were out shopping "What about this one? it's cuteee, c'monnnn look at the lace lining" I look up from my phone. She was buying a new skirt.. yet all the ones she's tried on were kind of.. ugly? "No." I look back down "whatever!" she aggressively shuts the the curtains of the change room. "How's Hanny booooo have you texted him? "Why would I be texting him?" she pops her head out "because you like love him? and you always want to talk to him."

"Well I haven't talked to him since the party so." It's true I do love finding an excuse to talk to him but I guess I'm starting to realize that we have like no chance together. "What's up? you suddenly stopped liking him?" "No it's just- It's not going to happen. Like ever, so I'm going to stop being a fangirl and find someone else. Plus Cassidy would ever approve and I won't let her down."

"Oh come on! you guys like.. love each other!! maybe thats to quick.. but! you guys love talking to one another and love hanging out, so who cares what others think? Cassidy you'll talk to when it happens, don't worry about before it even happens."

Neela had a point but I'm not even sure I was ready, I don't even know how Han feels.

Once Neela found an outfit she liked we went to go eat. "Hey Neela I'm gonna go grab something from Starbucks want something?" "mmm.. sure! just an iced coffee please."

"Hey Neela got your ice-" I paused, DK and Morimoto sat on either side of her. "Oh hey DK what are you doing here?" "Just came for something to do, ran into you two." Neela looked a bit uncomfortable, DK practically breathing on her and Morimoto right on the other side "Me and Neela were just about to leave but we'll probably see you guys tonight." "Yeah sorry guys see you later!"

Tonight was one of the biggest Drift events of the year. It would be packed, cars in every spot, people everywhere, music blasting and food. That's why me and Neela went shopping, had to look extra good tonight. "Why was DK like breathing down you're neck? he's pretty clingy for someone your not dating" "I know but we've been best friends for agesss, kind of hard to just stop you know?"

"Eeee! look at it! so cute!!" I was admiring my self In the full body mirror. I had white leg warmers with pompoms on them, and light pink tank top with a dark pink outline and a white headband. "look at you cutie!" "never mind meee look at you beautiful" Neela had on a short denim skirt, black military boots with a heel and half up half down hairstyle with a bow. "ready to go? we should try to get there before it gets to packed, gonna need to park somewhere."

Hope you enjoyed this part!>

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delilahcalicocat · 1 month

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♡~Always Here~♡

{Rating: Is there a circus in town? Cause Holy f*cking sh!t that's alot of fluff!}

{Warnings: Fem!Reader, Falling Asleep on FaceTime, Reader wearing Cody's nightmare factory Hoodie, Crying, Panic}

{Trigger warning: Animal Death}

{Pairing: Cody Rhodes x Fem!reader}

~Summary: Cody was busy on the road, and Y/N was on leave to take care of her sick cat, and she finds herself wanting Cody to be there with her..~

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[Y/N's POV:]

Cody was out on the road, I was back home because C/N (Cat Name) had fallen ill a few weeks ago, and he wasn't doing so good...

C/N was in his pet bed, napping as he would usually be doing at 11:00pm. I went to wake him up for his medicine, I tapped C/N gently to find him not awakening...

No.. this couldn't be happening- C/N....didn't... die... did he?

I kept tapping the cat, he didn't wake up at all. I panicked heavily..

I FaceTimed Cody, a sobby mess..

"What's Wrong Starlight? What happened back home?" He asked me

"C-C/N is... D-Dead... Cody!" I sobbed out

"Oh... Starlight, I'm sorry.." He spoke

"Can.. I borrow your hoodie for the night?" I asked Cody

"Of course starlight" He Said

I had already put the poor kitten in a temporary coffin until y'know we could have him... cremated ⚱.

So I grabbed his hoodie and put it on, I laid down and kept speaking with Cody.

"So what happened with Finn and JD?" I asked

"So, Finn was cracking jokes to everyone backstage. And JD was drinking a water because he just fought in a match, so Finn made the joke, and JD spat water all over himself" He said

"Haha, that's so funny Codes. So like anything else happen while you were backstage?" I spoke

"Roman Cracked a Smile after Jimmy made a funny picture in his head, and Seth was a cackly mess at the end of the night too" he said

Wow, Cody made me so happy.. I had a contagious smile as right after i smiled he smiled, we kept on talking, we talked for over 2 hours, I found myself on almost the third hour.. Falling asleep, I eventually fell asleep.. and Cody Noticed it.

"Haha, talk to you later Starlight.. hope you have a good night of sleep" He smiled and then hung up

I dropped my phone straight on my chest. I think that's how he realized I was out cold, that or it was my light light snoring

[Dream]

I ran around a sugary, Candy like world.. it was pastel colors and candy everywhere, I wandered into a Licorice forest. It was raspberry flavored licorice, I ran through the forest until I ran into a giant lollipop. The beaches were ice cream and caramel syrup, which seemed weird to me, but okay- I walked onto the Sprinkle Covered Ice Cream Sand. It was softer than I thought..

[Y/N's POV:]

I woke up at like 8:30am, a little later than usual, but it was a Friday so It couldn't hurt to get a little extra sleep, but I woke up to Cody coming in the house...

I'm so happy he's back home now...

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go6jo · 8 months

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i imagine suguru to be a mama’s boy until around the age of seven when his cursed technique starts to manifest itself. hes the example of a perfect child, all of his mom’s friends praising him and showering him with compliments, her dearest son which she flaunts with so much pride - hes polite, and he’s kind, he says please and thank you and rarely ever speaks unless spoken to - quiet, examplary. faultless. until one day shes startled out of sleep with a loud scream echoing throughout the whole house and she immediately jumps out of bed to check on suguru and she swings the door of his bedroom open only to find her son curled up in a corner, hugging his knees to his chest, trembling while staring with tremendous fear into the window on the wall directly across from him, and she runs to him, crouches down to his level to hush him and ask him what’s wrong. he can barely speak through the heavy sobbing, hiding his face in her chest, little fingers fisting her nightgown “there’s something outside the window, mama.” she looks outside clutching suguru to her chest still but - “there’s nothing outside, ‘ru” she figures it must have been a nightmare so she lifts him up into her arms and starts walking towards the window despite all of his protests, he’s thrashing and he’s trying to escape from her grasp but still she insists there is nothing outside, mama promises, alright?. just look. and when he does, she feels his skin run ice cold under her hands, muscles tense and breath hitching. hes frozen in place, unmoving while staring with wide eyes into nothingness. it becomes a reoccurring event. she takes him to all these different specialists, she’s desperate - psychologists, neurologists, - mediums even - and still no answer as to why her otherwise calm and perfect boy has turned out this way, difficult and inconsolable. he sees things, it must be some kind of illness, there’s no other plausible explanation, she thinks. he’s not crazy, he can’t be crazy, she’s in denial— eventually it turns into something out of her control, and she starts to believe he must, in fact, be crazy because it becomes a problem. one she has grown tired trying to find a solution for. he refuses to leave the house, saying there are monsters lurking everywhere he goes. his friends at school start to think he’s weird. he refuses to eat and he becomes more difficult to deal with each passing day. his mom starts to grow more and more distant every day. what did she do to deserve this, to deserve a problematic child. he’d been so perfect and he’d ruined everything. suguru can see it in her eyes, she doesn’t know what to do anymore, she does’t think she can handle this anymore. she doesn’t want to — he can see the disappointment in her eyes.

so when her son arrives home one day saying he’s moving to tokyo, i found some people who can help me, ‘ma. she thinks nothing of it. he is 15 years old now, he’s gone back to his old quiet self, has settled down for the most part, yet, still, his mother asks no questions, because it’s a burden she can finally get rid of. (he meets a blue eyed boy on the street one day, white hair, around the same age as him while he’s paralized in the middle of the sidewalk, a scary figure blocking his path as he’s returning home from school, tormenting him. he’s stuck in place looking at the monstrous thing until, in the bat of an eye it is gone and standing in it’s place is a boy with a smug smile on his face “easy. see? gone.” he joins suguru on his way back and eventually reveals that he ran away and it mustn’t be long until someone comes looking for him.) he packs and he leaves on a summer day after kissing his mother’s cheek goodbye, his figure towering over hers already, she’s at the kitchen counter, preparing lunch, chopping some vegetable and barely even spares him a glance when he walks through the front door. he still visits her every so often. even brings you home to her once and she thinks you must be a saint. she treats you well, sits down on the couch with you and flips through an old album full of pictures of him, there are only baby pictures, though. no record of suguru from the age of eight onwards. looking at you both, suguru feels a semblance of normality, something he hasn’t felt in a while. not ever since he was a kid. you’d been nervous to meet her, had known very little about her for suguru rarely ever mentions her, much less his father. “she loves you” he mouths while sitting on the couch opposite to you when his mother gets up to check the pot on the stove. more than she loves him, he thinks, but he’s happy - he’s happy that she does, he knew that she would - and he’s smiling at you but there is a hint of sorrow in the gesture. his mother doesn’t resent him as much nowadays - out of sight out of mind, he’s not a weight in her life anymore. until he stops coming over as often, a whole year goes by before she gets to see him again, standing on the porch of his old childhood home he’s grown a lot ever since the last time she saw him, he’d always been a handsome boy, she thinks, but he has grown into his features, looks more comfortable in his skin, less awkward, more mature, his hair a lot longer than ever before and he has blood on his clothes. for the first time in years she’s striken with the most profound feeling of worry towards him, towards her own son, the little boy she had raised with her own two hands and who had suffered so much at the hands of the world is that his blood? is he going to die? she grabs him by the arms and begins pulling him inside the house but he resists, whispering his last words to her. “im sorry, ‘ma.” (about this post.)

#geto x reader #very briefly but idk how else to tag this. im not putting this on the main tags and definitely not tagging this as meta #mother mention #geto angst

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thatsmzbitchtoyou · 11 days

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Norsemen & Anglo-Saxons Chapter 4

Any Viking/Norse words and customs were found on Google, so if it's incorrect please educate me!!

Summary: Princess Y/N has a secret that her parents are ashamed of. A conquering Viking chief recognizes the gift she has. Will they be able to bring peace between warring people, and maybe find love along the way?

Viking!Bucky Warnings: eventual smut, abuse, violence, animal attack, blood

Y/N and Bucky learned more about their now shared power together as the months went on. She was able to teach him what she already knew, and with the help of Winnifred and the other Seer woman who married them, Wanda, they were able to learn how to use their powers more effectively. They were moved into their own longhouse, where Y/N got into the swing of being a wife. Since she had lived the privileged life of a princess she was not used to cooking or taking care of a house on her own, but had immense help from her neighbors and Bucky. She practiced their language and was coming along with it nicely, although she had trouble with some words and phrases. Bucky also taught her how to use a sword and a bow and arrow, both for fighting and for hunting.

She killed her first deer within a few months of learning and was able to skin and prepare it all on her own. Bucky was extremely proud of her for working so hard to become accustomed to this new life. Y/N was quick to make friends and get along well with the people. She was a born diplomat, and he caught himself smiling while watching her constantly.

The next winter was fast approaching. The village had been able to stock up on meats and other foods for the cold, but the season came raging in without warning. The snow seemed constant, temperatures dropping to levels unseen in decades, freezing the water and making it hard to travel with hardened snow and ice everywhere. Bigger animals were becoming more desperate for food as the weeks went on, with wolf prints getting increasingly closer to the village.

Y/N was helping one of her neighbors, Laura Barton, bring in some kindling and wood that they chopped up. Laura had three children, all of them under the age of 10, rowdy, rambunctious and forgetful. She and her husband Clint tried their best but were outnumbered. As they finished near nightfall Y/N turned back to the wooded area where they had been and saw the youngest, Nathaniel, toddling back towards their longhouse holding a big stick. Y/N’s eyes widened as she saw a large, black wolf less than 50 yards away from Nathaniel, the hairs on its back standing and its teeth bared.

“NO!” Y/N took off towards Nathaniel without a second thought. Laura looked towards Y/N and started screaming when she saw the wolf. Clint and Bucky, who weren’t far off, heard the screams and came running towards the commotion. When Bucky saw what Y/N was doing he roared, trying to catch up and run after her.

The wolf started running towards Nathaniel, a menacing growl ripping through the air as it hunted. Nathaniel looked back and saw the wolf, then started running towards Y/N. She reached him first, grabbing him and throwing him backwards into a snowbank. As she faced the wolf she unsheathed the sword Bucky gave her that she had on her hip at all times. The wolf sped up, undeterred that the easier prey was gone. She ran towards the wolf, raising the sword and screaming. Bucky was running but knew he wasn’t going to make it. “Y/N! Don’t!”

The wolf leaped at her, the loud bark and her screaming mixing in a horrific ring as they collided. Bucky couldn't see what happened as the wolf and Y/N fell to the ground, a flurry of fur, her dress and the snow picking up around them. He bounded up to them, sword drawn, but slowed when he saw the wolf on top of her lifeless. Her sword was sticking up through its neck, keeping it lifted.

“Y/N? My star, please,” Bucky cried as he fell to his knees next to the wolf. “Please,” he said as he tried to look under the wolf’s body. There was a long pause, then he heard a sputtering sound, her leg poking out from underneath it and trying to push the body off of her. “Oh, thank the Gods,” Bucky sighed as he stood up and pulled the wolf’s body up off her sword and pushed it away. It thudded onto the snow, its blood seeping into the white, as Y/N panted next to it. She was covered in its blood, spitting it out of her mouth as she struggled to sit up since it crushed her deep into the snow. “You scared the shit out of me, Y/N,” he pulled her up to her feet then grabbed her shoulders. He shook her, “What were you thinking?!” he yelled, his eyes overflowing with tears. “You could have died! What would I have done without you, Asynja?”

Y/N stared at him as she tried to regain her breath. She looked at the wolf, a bewildered look on her face, then wiped the blood away from her mouth and eyes as she looked behind Bucky. Laura was holding Nathaniel, kneeling in the snow crying as Clint prayed to the sky next to them. “I…I couldn’t just watch him die,” Y/N breathed, her eyes finding him again. Bucky shook his head then pulled her into his embrace. He shook as he pet her hair, hugging her too tight and kissing the top of her head.

“You crazy woman,” he sighed as he pulled back. He looked down at the wolf. “You just survived your first battle. My little Valkyrie,” he smirked at her.

Y/N snorted at him. Bucky pulled the wolf by its leg with his metal hand and wound his flesh arm around her, guiding her back to the village. By this point a crowd had gathered and seen the aftermath of what had happened. Laura ran up to Y/N, still holding Nathaniel. “Thank you, Drottning!” she cried, hugging Y/N with one arm and kissing her forehead. Y/N checked on Nathaniel, who was crying but overall physically unharmed. Winnifred came forward from the crowd and raised her hands towards the sky.

“Our warrior queen!” she shouted, and the people behind her cheered. Y/N ducked her head, feeling overwhelmed by the attention and still reeling from the near death experience. “You have done well, my child,” Winnifred walked over to them. “We will have it skinned and its body used as your adornment. Then you are ready to receive your first marking.”

“Marking?” Y/N asked.

“Like mine,” Bucky reminded her.

Y/N nodded, still in a daze. “Will it hurt?”

“Probably,” Bucky tightened his hold on her. “But you just survived a wolf, I think you can handle a sharp point.”

Y/N sighed heavily. “I just need to wash,” she quietly whined so only he could hear.

Bucky gave her a knowing smile and nodded. He let his mother and a few others take the wolf’s body and led her through the people to their longhouse. As he prepared some water over the fire to warm up for the bath Y/N was outside using snow to get as much of the blood off as possible. Her hands shook, both from the cold and from the shock. She hadn’t even thought through what she was doing when she saw the wolf hunting Nathaniel. She knew it was dangerous, had maybe a flash of a moment of self-preservation, but her feet had moved faster than her mind. She walked back into the longhouse once she got most of it off then stripped out of her clothes as Bucky filled the bath with warm water.

He helped her ease into the water and reached for the washing bar. He helped lather her, cleaning her body and her hair, making sure to help her get any remaining blood off. The warm water helped her muscles ease and she felt like she could breathe normally again. As Bucky washed her back she brought her legs up to her chest. Her body shook with sobs as the events unfolded in her mind, replaying the fear over and over, the feeling of the wolf’s heavy body tackling her, the screams, the growling, but most of all, the feeling of rage that licked through her veins as she had run towards the wolf. She had scared herself in that moment, not knowing what had come over her.

“My Asynja,” Bucky leaned forward and kissed her back. “It’s alright. The first battle is always the hardest to recover from.”

“I wasn’t scared of the wolf,” Y/N whispered. Bucky moved so he could look at her. “I was scared of me,” she looked at him. “The…anger, I felt. The rage. It was blinding. Overpowering. I didn’t…recognize myself,” she sniffled as her hold tightened around her legs.

“Hm, the berserker,” Bucky nodded. “You really are learning our ways quickly.” His metal fingers caressed her arm. “It’s something I’ve only ever felt a few times. It is…like a trance. I didn’t feel like myself for a while,” he leaned forward and kissed her shoulder. “But you used it to save someone and protect your people. Just for that you’ll be welcomed into the halls of Valhalla, as the Valkyrie, the shield maiden, that you are.” His eyes became sad again. “But…I can’t lose you my Drottning,” he said quietly.

Y/N watched him. They had been married for almost a year now, had shared their bodies with each other frequently, and became good friends. Love had never crossed Y/N’s mind growing up because as nice as that would be, it was rare when she knew she would be married off to a man she didn’t get to choose for the sake of an advantageous match, or like in this case, a kind of peace treaty. Love was few and far between for arranged marriages. But she had been feeling something blooming between them, even from their first meeting when he had recognized her as the one with real power. It was deeper, encompassing, and after her power had been shared with him, at times it felt like she could feel him in her mind, even when he wasn’t nearby.

She reached a hand out and cupped his cheek. He nuzzled her palm, his eyes closing at her touch. Her power slipped into his mind. His thoughts were replaying the wolf attacking her, his fear and worry etched into the lines of his face. What surprised her was the deep despair she felt from him when he thought she was dead, the sound of his cry resounding in her head.

“Bucky,” she breathed. Her fingers scratched his beard softly as he met her gaze. “I love you.”

Bucky froze, his eyes widened and his breathing stopped. Y/N waited for him to process. His eyes fluttered shut and he suddenly grabbed her and hauled her out of the tub. She yelped as he carried her over to their bed. He sat her on the edge of the bed, dripping all over the furs and blankets, looking at him questioningly.

He kneeled in front of her and lifted up her feet. He kissed the top of each foot before kissing a line up one leg and then the other. His hands softly skimmed her skin following his lips as he traveled up her body. He reached her hands and kissed the tip of each finger, something he did often as a display of affection and respect for her power. By the time he reached her neck she was panting, her hands clenching the wooden frame of the bed. “To be loved by a goddess,” he whispered against her neck, “is one of the highest honors I could only ever hope to achieve.”

“I’m not a goddess, Bucky,” Y/N said as he kissed her jaw.

“You are, daughter of Freya,” he kissed her cheeks. “My Drottning,” he kissed her nose, “my Asynja,” he kissed her forehead, “Astrid, my star,” he tipped her head down to kiss the top of her head. He skimmed his lips back down to the corner of her mouth. “My love,” he whispered, his eyes looking between hers. “I love you.”

Y/N rushed forward and kissed him. He returned it passionately as he pushed her back onto the bed. He quickly rid himself of his clothes as he crawled on top of her. As much as they had been together before, none of it seemed to compare to this time. The love encircling them was making it feel like this was fated from the beginning of time. Bucky made love to her over and over, holding off his own pleasure until he had her begging for him to fill her.

For the first time Y/N found herself on top of him, gripping his shoulders as she rolled her hips on him. “That’s right, my love, take what you need,” Bucky groaned.

“Buck…” Y/N whined, her pace staggered as he reached even deeper. He flicked her little spot with his metal thumb, the cool metal against her heated core making her see stars. “You were made to be inside me…”

“Gods yes,” Bucky held her hips tightly as he thrust upwards into her. Y/N shuddered.

“My sun, my moon and stars,” she leaned down and kissed his chest as he kept thrusting into her. His eyes rolled in his head as the pleasure was rapidly becoming too much. “You were destined for me, and I for you,” she gasped. Her fingertips started glowing green as her hands were keeping her upright on his chest. Bucky’s flesh hand started to glow as well as his thrusts hurried. “My love, my life…”

With a few more quick flicks to her spot Y/N was cumming, her body shaking over him as her pussy squeezed him, a low whine passing her lips. Bucky groaned, his back arching as he finished and filled her. There was a low rumble from the earth underneath them, the wind whipping what sounded like a cheer through the longhouse. Y/N felt a strange tingling sensation inside her as Bucky’s cock pulsed inside her and looked down. A light glow was shining at the bottom of her stomach. She stiffened as she looked at it. Bucky followed her eye line and saw it before it vanished, his eyes widening. They looked back at each other.

”Do you think—“ Bucky started.

”Maybe,” Y/N whispered.

Bucky laughed, his hands squeezing her hips lightly. He rolled over so she was laying on her back with him still inside her. He started kissing her all over her face. “My wife, my love, carrying my baby,” he said breathlessly.

”We don’t know for sure, love,” Y/N giggled as he continued kissing down her jaw and her neck.

”My baby,” Bucky’s metal hand slid down to her stomach, resting where he was deep inside her. He smiled, his eyes meeting hers.

Y/N smiled back at him, knowing he was probably right. “Our child.”

**picture is A.I. from Pinterest, unknown original "artist" or "creator"**

One more chapter after this!

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renjunniex · 10 months

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Thank You, For Being You

Isaac Lahey x Fem!Reader Series

Shape Shifted

Prompt: Lydia has been found but just when things were starting to look up, of course, new information appears to suggest other wise.

a/n: Hey guys! This is the next chapter and i think i found a name for this series, let me know what you think! Also how do you guys feel about this new chapter set up? If you guys like it, I’ll probably go back to the other two chapters and change it to this as well!

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“So wait, what happened?” Scott was trying to explain to you what exactly happened after he ran off to find Lydia the night before. “I’ve already explained to you twice now,” Scott sighed packing his bag for school. You were leaning against his bedroom door, “Yes, I know, I know. I’m just- I’m just trying to process this whole thing.” You two made your way through the hallway, you weren’t concerned about Melissa hearing you two since she was already on her shift for the day.

“Okay, let me get this straight,” You began, “Allison’s grandfather, took a sword and sliced through a lone wolf, an omega, then proceeded to make some speech about killing all werewolves even though they’re supposed to go by a code?”

“Yes.”

“AND THEN to top everything off, Derek was with you?”

Scott sighed once more, “Yeah.” Opening the front door, you stopped on the porch, “What was Derek doing there?” His eyebrows scrunched together and he raised his hands, “How am I supposed to know?”

You rocked your head to the side, “Okay, okay, fair enough. I’m done, I promise I won’t bring it up anymore.” Just as the topic was dropped, Stiles pulled in front of the house. ‘What a weekend we had,’ you thought getting into the back seat. The whole ride consisted of Scott trying to convince Stiles that he would be okay during the full moon. You zoned out for most of the argument, up until you three made it to the boy’s locker room and it was still the current topic.

“Okay, we get it, you think you’ll be able to make it through the full moon. Can we please just drop it?” You grumbled since the whole debate was taking place with you in the middle, literally. “I’m serious,” Scott began which earned a huff from you and shake of Stiles’ head, “It’s not like the last full moon. I don’t feel the same.”

“Oh, does that include the urge to maim and kill people like us,” rebutted Stiles.

“I swear I don’t have the urge to maim and kill you.”

You scoffed, “Oh yeah, that’s super reassuring, thanks buddy.” Stiles pointed to you in agreement, “You know, you say that now but then the full moon goes up and the claws and fangs come out and there’s a lot of howling and screaming and running everywhere, okay?” The anxious boy didn’t even give himself time to take a full breath before his ramble continued, “And it’s very stressful on us and so yes, we’re still locking you up.”

Scott looked at you for support but only got a shrug from you, “Don’t look at me, I’m with him.”

“Okay, fine. But I do think I’m in more control now.” Scott conceited, “Especially since things are good with Allison.”

You and Stiles shared an unimpressed look, “Okay, we’re aware of how good things are with Allison.”

“They’re really good.”

“I- thank you, I know,” Stiles commented

“I mean, like, really good.”

“Alright I get it!” Stiles cut him off, “Please shut the hell up before I have the urge to maim and kill myself.”

“Why did my two best friends have to be boys,” you whined in complaint as Stiles wrapped his arm around you with a small laugh. Scott nudged your side before asking, “All right, did you get something better than handcuffs this time?”

“Yeah, much better,” Stiles took his arm off your shoulder to set his bag down and opened his locker but nothing could have prepared you for what came crashing out. Chains. Chains immediately came slithering out, getting the attention of not only the rest of the team but Coach as well.

“Kinky,” you muttered before Coach reached you. Both boys lightly smacked your shoulder as they stood silently and awkwardly, staring at the chains in panic while getting a judgmental look from Coach. “Part of me wants to ask, the other part says knowing will be more disturbing than anything I could ever imagine, so I’m gonna walk away. Y/N meet me on the field in a few minutes.” You chuckled, “yes sir, I’ll be right there.”

“That’s good. That’s a wise choice, Coach,” called Stiles.

Both boys lent down to start collecting the chains, Stiles pulling you down as well. Not a moment later, Scott’s head raised and his eyes glowed catching your attention. “What- what is it,” you placed your hand on his shoulder, your concern catching the sarcastic boy’s attention as well. Scott didn’t answer you right away, instead his head moved in every direction looking at everyone in the locker room.

“You okay?” questioned Stiles, “Scott.”

His focus was finally broken, “There’s another. In here, right now.” Your eyebrows furrowed, “Another what,” Stiles and you asked. “Another werewolf.” That sure perked your attention, your eyes quickly scanned the room with no success of finding what you were looking for. You reached for your bag and stood up, “We’ll worry about that when we’re on the field, I’ll meet you guys out there.” Both of them nodded and continued to pick up the chains as you made your way outside.

You were discussing line up for the next game with Coach when the team, including Scott and Stiles, came jogging out. “So what if we set Jackson up here for the first half so-.”

“Hey Coach! Scott wants to be in goal today!” Stiles jogged up next to you, you looked at the boy in confusion. Scott hated playing goal, since when would he ever volunteer to be in goal? Coach said nothing but waved it off and nodded his head as he took your clipboard and walked off to review your placement suggestions. You turned to Stiles when you knew Coach was out of hearing range, “What are you two up to?”

“Scott needs to be close to someone to catch their scent, so if he switches with Danny-.”

“It’ll allow him to be one on one.” You nodded and Stiles gave you that goofy proud smile he has. You reached over the bleachers and gave him the goalie gear, “I’ll let Danny know.” Stiles gave you a thumbs up, “Great, awesome, you’re the best,” he gave you a surprise kiss on the cheek before dashing off with the gear. You laughed in disbelief before turning to find Danny in the crowd, instead you ended up making eye contact with the tall boy that never failed to make you smile. Raising your hand up, you gave him a wave and he returned the favor with what looked to be a nervous grin. Before you could question it to yourself, the whistle blew signaling practice was starting.

“Let’s go! Line it up! Faster!”

Everyone took their positions and Coach blew the whistle one more time, throwing the ball in the air. What occurred next, physically hurt you to have to see. Scott sprinted past defense and slammed the runner down. You felt your whole body wince as you watch him visibly sniff the kid before pulling him up. Unsurprisingly, Coach said something about the situation. Of course it did nothing to stop the supernatural boy, he slammed the next kid down, and the next. Each time Coach commented on it, but it never stopped Scott.

Coach grabbed Stiles’ helmet and gestured for you to come over, “Stilinski, Y/N, what the hell is wrong with your friend?”

“He’s failing two classes,” you started.

“He’s a little socially awkward,” Stiles listed, “and if you look close enough-.”

“His jaw line is kind of uneven,” you both finished. Coach glanced at you before pushing the boy away and turning back to the field, “That’s interesting,” he mumbled, walking away. Danny was the next one on the chopping block and you turned your head away because this time around it was just a little too rough for you to bare. Stiles placed his hand on your back to give you some slight comfort, “That’s gonna hurt in the morning.” You nodded in agreement.

“McCall! You come out of that goal one more time and you’ll be doing suicide runs till you die! It’ll be the first ever suicide run that actually ends in a suicide. Got it?”

“Yes, Coach.”

You pinched the bridge of your nose, “This is so embarrassing.” Stiles hummed in agreement.

“Uh, Coach, my shoulders hurting. I’m gonna- I’m gonna sit this one out,” Jackson said making his way to the bench. When he walked away you had finally realized who was in front of you and Stiles. Isaac. He was breathing really hard but not out of exhaustion, it almost sounded animalistic. Stiles tried to see in front of him before looking at you in concern. The whistle blew once more and Isaac began running.

“I don’t like the look of this,” you whispered to Stiles.

“Me neither.”

You couldn’t believe it, Scott dashed once more and when the two collided they both went so far in the air before both landed on their hands and knees. When they landed you felt like something in you was different, you realized your were correct when Stiles broke you out of your trance. “Hey, look down hurry,” he pushed your head down before you could even respond.

“What the hell, Stiles!”

“Y/N, stop. Your eyes.”

“My eyes? What about my eyes?”

“Y/N. Your eyes are glowing purple.”

“His father’s dead.”

The three of you stood watching Stiles’ dad, two other policemen, Coach and Isaac talk as Scott listened in, “They think he was murdered.” You had barely come to terms that Isaac was a werewolf and now you have to process the fact that his dad was murdered? You guys can seriously never catch a break.

Stiles leaned in closer to you two, “Are they saying he’s a suspect?”

“I’m not sure, why?”

“Because they can lock him in a holding cell for 24 hours,” you answered.

“Like, over night?” Stiles nodded, “During the full moon.” Scott looked at you two, “How good are these holding cells at holding people?” You sighed and closed your eyes, you couldn’t bare the stress anymore.

“People, good. Werewolves, probably not that good.” Stiles concluded while looking at you, his hand was back to its position on your back but this time it was to get your attention. You glanced up to meet his eyes and you saw exactly what he was thinking, what he was asking. ‘Are you gonna tell Scott about what happened?’ You shook your head lightly and gripped his arm, slightly squeezing so he would understand to let it go. He sighed before looking back at Scott.

“Guys, remember when I said I don’t have the urge to maim and kill?”

“Yeah,” you both replied.

“He does.”

The group of policemen, Sheriff and Isaac began to walk away, but not without Isaac turning his head back to look at you three. While you know he was just looking at you guys in general, you couldn’t help but feel like his gaze was for you. Rubbing your hand down your face, you gave Isaac one last look before grabbing Scott and Stiles’ hands, “Come on, we better go if we want to make it to Harris' in time. You guys can’t afford to be late, he hates your guts.” They both nodded before letting you lead them back towards to school. For the first time since maybe you three were born, you guys walked together to class silent. There’s was not a sound created between you three until you made it to chemistry, the only class where you sat in front of them rather than between them or next to at least one of them.

“Why would Derek choose Isaac?” You heard Scott ask.

“Peter told me that if the bite doesn’t turn you it could kill you.” You were grateful that your desk partner was Isaac right now, because if it wasn’t, you were positive who ever would’ve been placed next to you would hear everything, instead the seat is currently empty. “And maybe teenagers have a better chance of surviving.”

“Does being a teenager mean your dad can’t hold him?”

“Well, not unless they have solid evidence or a witness. Wait.” You could hear Stiles turn in his chair, “Danny, where’s Jackson?”

“Principal’s office, talking to your dad.”

“What? Why?”

“Maybe because he lives across the street from Isaac.” You felt yourself freeze. God damn it. Jackson is the last person you would want to be talking to Sheriff right now. You quickly put your pencil down and raised your hand, “Um, Mr. Harris, do you mind if I run to my locker quickly? I forgot my notes in there after practice.”

“Hurry.”

You heard the chairs of your best friends squeak as they turned towards you quickly, “Y/N what are you doing?” Scott whisper yelled but you ignored them, you had to get to the office, you couldn’t let that weasel make it seem like Isaac could have done this, especially when there’s the issue of the full moon tonight as well.

“Thank you, sir, sorry about that,” you said rushing out the door quickly and making your way to the office as fast as possible. Just before you made it too far you heard Mr. Harris, “Who in the hell did that?” You laughed and shook your head, you could always count on those bone heads to never let you do anything alone. You made it to the office and could see Jackson already talking to Stiles’ dad, you huffed and sat down in the chair outside, your leg bouncing as soon as you hit the cushion of the chair. Not even a minute later, the boys joined you, sitting on either side of you like usual.

“You guys are such dumbasses, you know that? I could’ve handled this.”

“Absolutely not,” they synced.

You kept quiet deciding it was better to just listen to the conversation going on inside the room rather than argue. “Wait, so are you telling me that you knew Isaac’s father was hitting him?”

“Hitting him? He was kicking the crap out of him.”

“Did you ever say anything to anyone? A teacher, parents, anyone?”

“Nope, it’s not my problem.”

You felt every ounce of rage boil up inside you. Jackson knew? Jackson fucking knew everything and never told ANYONE. You closed your eyes and clenched your fists so hard you swear you could draw blood at any moment.

“Y/N? Hey Y/N, calm down. Scott.” You felt what you assumed to be Stiles’ hands then felt another pair, which had to be Scott’s on your shoulders.

“Hey, I know you’re angry but you have to find a way to calm down, you’re making the papers on the board almost fly off,” Scott tried to rationalize. You tried to take deep breaths but nothing was working, you finally felt your hands being grabbed and intertwined with theirs. You took a moment to focus on them and it started to work, squeezing their hands you dropped your head, a few silent tears escaping your closed eyes.

“I’m sorry,” you whispered.

“You don’t have to be sorry,” Scott reassured.

The office door opened, and you three parted, you took the opportunity to wipe your tears away as fast as you could. Scott looked in another direction and Stiles grabbed a magazine to try (and unsuccessfully) hide from his dad. When you were sure that all moisture was wiped away you met Sheriff’s eyes.

“Hi, Scott, Y/N.” You both waved before he cocked an eyebrow at his son and started to walk away. You touched both of their shoulders, “I’ll meet you guys later.”

They both looked at you, “What are you gonna do?”

“What I probably should’ve done a while ago,” you sighed earning you confused nods before you walked away.

“Sheriff.”

He turned around surprised to see you walking towards him, he waved to his deputy to let him know to keep walking before he gave you his full attention. “I need to talk to you.”

“I’m sorry kiddo but it might have to wait.”

“It’s about Isaac.” That got his attention, he kept your gaze for a moment before directing you to the side, “Okay what’s going on?” You opened your mouth to say something but no sound came out, you couldn’t bring yourself to say it. You took a deep breath before speaking once more.

“I knew.”

He didn’t say anything, almost as if he couldn’t believe what he just heard. “Well, to be more accurate, I was pretty sure. Pretty sure that Isaac’s dad was hurting him.”

“Well, that’s a lot to process. Did you ever say something, why didn’t you tell me?”

“I didn’t, Isaac wouldn’t let me. He kept denying it, saying ‘it was an accident’ or ‘I fell off my bike’ stuff like that. And I never had any solid proof so I didn’t say anything because if I couldn’t prove anything I would be saying, I didn’t want to chance Isaac getting seriously injured.”

You finally let yourself meet his eyes when you finished talking, he took a breath before nodded and placing a hand on your upper arm, “I understand but why are you telling me this now?”

“Because I may not know him like I do Scott and Stiles but I know he wouldn’t do something like this. I know you have to follow the path you're given but you have to look at other options, please, Sheriff. He would never do this.”

Sheriff gave you a slight smile, “Okay kiddo, I believe you, I still have to do my job but just know I believe you.” You let out a breath you didn’t realize you were holding, “Thank you, I’ve gotta get back to class.”

“Okay I’ll see you later.”

“Yeah, bye.”

You parted ways, making your way back to the office, to see the boys come out. Scott grabbed your arm and began rushing you towards the doors, “Come on.” You try to look back at Stiles to question what was going on but Scott had pulled you down the stairs and around the corner before you even had the chance.

“What the hell is going on?”

“I’ll tell you later but for right now just forget about it and come on!”

You matched his pace as best as you could, reaching the heavy blue doors and when you pushed them open you saw a cop car. Inside was Isaac, you guys must have caught his attention because he turned back when you had slammed the doors open. Scott went forward more while you just stood and looked at Isaac, you didn’t know what to do. You couldn’t help him from here anyways since the car had already taken off and left the parking lot. You grunted out of frustration, “Great, what are we gonna do now?”

Scott never gave you an answer because Derek pulled up to the curb, “Get in.”

You scoffed, “Are you serious?”

“You did that, that’s your fault,” Scott finished for you.

“I know that. Now get in the car and help me.”

“Why should we,” you challenged, “You know, I’m starting to get real sick and tired of your demanding ass tone.”

Scott put his arm in front of you, stopping your advancing figure before you could make it to the car. “I’ve got a better idea. I’m gonna call a lawyer because a lawyer might actually have a chance at getting him out before the moon goes up.”

“Not when they do a real search of the house.”

“What do you mean?” Scott had now made it to the window of the car. “Whatever Jackson said to the cops, what’s in the house is worse. A lot worse,” Derek popped his passenger door open, Scott looked at you and you huffed gesturing towards the door, you got in.

“If Isaac didn’t kill his father, then who did?”

“I don’t know yet,” Derek replied.

“Then how do you know he’s telling the truth?”

“Because I trust my senses. And it’s a combination of them, not just your sense of smell.” You smiled ever so slightly at the sentence.

“You saw the lacrosse thing today,” Scott stated embarrassed.

“Yeah.”

“Did it look that bad?”

“Yeah,” you spoke up, catching their attention.

You continued your way through the house, until Derek had directed you two to the basement, “You wanna learn,” he pointed down the stairs, “then start now.”

Scott made his way down the stairs and you just stared, you were scared if you were being honest. Scared to find something that would tell you that Isaac really did kill his father. Because if that was true, there wasn’t anyway you could help him even with the pleading you had done to Sheriff. Derek gave you a pointed look, “You need to come down here as well,” you raised your eyebrows, “Why?” you questioned him.

“He wouldn’t want you to see what’s down here but I think it’s important that you do.”

You nodded slightly at his statement, if Derek thought that then it had to be a big deal, the only person he really trusted was Scott and now probably Isaac. It only took you a moment to decide as you started your way down the stairs as well with even more caution than Scott had possessed. “What am I looking for?” Scott had interrupted your train of thought, “Follow your senses,” answered Derek. You guys made it down the stairs, you looked around until you came face to face with a mirror propped up on the ground. You couldn’t stop staring at your eyes, you knew you needed to tell Scott as soon as possible but it had to wait. Until Isaac was safe, until you could provide some answers to keep Scott from worrying about you. Derek had just finished talking to Scott, when he had stayed behind and just in front of you.

“Derek.”

He turned, giving you the go ahead to talk. You made sure that Scott was occupied with looking around before going on, “I know trust between us is below zero but can I ask you something?” The dark haired man hesitated before nodding slightly, “On the field today, when Scott was, well you know...my eyes.. Stiles said they glowed purple.” The man gave you a confused look before his eyes relaxed slightly, “Are you asking if I know what you are?” You shrugged, “I guess, I don’t know, this isn’t the first time something like this has happened.”

“What do you mean?”

“I mean that, I’ve made my locker slam shut on its own and almost made papers go flying across the room.”

He thought for a moment, looking at you up and down almost as if he was doing some kind of analysis of you in his brain, “I’m sorry but I don’t know what you are.” You sighed and shrugged once more, “It was a long shot I guess.” Derek took another moment to pondered and turned his head to you once more, “Did those things happen when your emotions were at a peak?” You slowly nodded, a little bit embarrassed to admit that the things occurring were due to you not keeping your emotions in check.

“Well while I can’t tell you what you are, it sounds like whatever you possess is carried out mostly by emotions so using them to your advantage is going to be what helps you keep it under control.”

You took some time to process what he said, it seemed so simple and yet you had a feeling that it was gonna be far from that. Instead of pushing your luck you just nodded along to show that you understood, “Thanks.”

“One more thing, Derek.”

“What is it?”

“Is Isaac gonna be okay?”

“I’m going to get him out of there, however, even if he gets out of this situation, he’s gonna forever have to deal with what he went through in this room,” Derek pointed to across the room. You turned to see an ice box with chains next to it, you looked back at Derek and he nodded for you to go over to it. You met Scott over there, both of you grazing your hands over it, a light flashed in your eyes.

“Open it.”

Scott and you turned to each other, nodding you both grabbed the lid and opened it. You gasped when you saw it, scratches, scratches all through out the sides of the freezer. “He was locked in here,” you said, your hand covering your mouth. You backed away from the box shaking your head, “I need some fresh air.” Scott didn’t get a chance to say anything as you sprinted up the stairs, placing your back against the wall you heaved to catch your breath. Tears slipped down your face, you couldn’t believe the sweet boy you knew was going through something so horrific. You had to get him out of there. You took your phone out of your pocket and made your way to your contacts, it was pointless though because the person you were planning to call had beaten you to it.

“Hey, I was just about to call you.”

“Yeah, I’m gonna need your help, Allison said that- hey are you okay, have you been crying?”

You sniffled slightly before clearing your throat, “It’s fine, doesn’t matter, what about Allison?”

“She said that one of her dad’s guys went out, Y/N, he had wolfsbane with him.”

“They’re gonna kill him.”

“Yeah, I’m on my way to come pick you up, just hang tight.” You nodded even though you knew he couldn’t see it, “Yeah, okay, see you soon,” with that he hung up. After you had told Scott and Derek what was going on, Stiles had arrived to pick you up. Scott decided to stay since it wouldn’t be safe with the full moon out tonight. Stiles phone rang while he was speeding down the road as fast as he could, you took it from his cup holder and answered it, putting it on speaker, “Hey, did you slow him down?”

“You could say that.”

“Alright well, we’re heading to the station right now.”

“Where’s Scott?”

“Isaac’s,” you answered, “you should probably get over there as well.”

“Does he have a plan?”

Stiles side glanced you, “Yeah, but not a very good one. And unfortunately we don’t have time to come up with anything better.”

“Hence the ‘you should get over there too’,” you tried to joke. You ended the call as both of you looked through his dash board window at the moon. You were running out of time. “He’s gonna be okay,” Stiles tried to convince you.

“I really hope so.”

You finally made it to the station, when you felt the nerves getting to you, “Hey.” You looked at Stiles, he placed his hand on your head, “We’re gonna save him.”

“Let’s just go before I have a panic attack,” your attempt to be funny was interrupted by Derek showing up at the window. Stiles rolled down the window to explain the plan, “Okay, now the keys to every cell are in a password protected lockbox in my father’s office.”

“The problem is getting past the front desk,” you continued.

“I’ll distract her,” Derek concluded

You raised your eyebrows in disbelief as Stiles kept him from walking away, “Woah, woah, woah, you- you’re not going in there.” Derek said nothing but glanced at the hand currently on his shoulder, “I’m taking my hand off,” Stiles released his grip.

“I was exonerated.”

You scoffed, “I was exonerated,” you mocked the werewolf, “Like that matters at all you dumbass.”

“You’re still a person of interest,” the boy next to you explained.

“An innocent person.”

You both let out a sarcastic laugh, “You?” You synced, “Yeah, right!” He continued to stare at you both before Stiles sighed, “Okay, fine. What’s your plan?”

“To distract her,” Derek dragged.

“Uh-huh,” you mocked once more.

“How,” Stiles expressed, “by punching her in the face?”

“By talking to her.”

“Okay, alright, give me a sample. What are you gonna open with?”

Silence.

“Dead silence,” the boy concluded, “that should work beautifully, got any other ideas?”

“I’m thinking about punching you in the face.”

You groaned, “Oh my god, can we just go, please,” the attention was now on you, “You both can argue later.”

There was a silent agreement before Derek made his way inside, allowing you and Stiles to both slip past the lady and into the Sheriff’s office. While you acted as look out, he punched in the code to get the key, “It’s gone.” Your head snapped towards him, “It’s gone? What do you mean it’s gone,” his hands slapped to his side, “I mean the key is not in the box, the guy must have beaten us to it.”

“Well, then let’s go, there may still be time.” Both of you rushed down the hallway, bumping into what appeared to be an officer, only for you to both realize there was blood. “Ah, sh-,” the man grabbed Stiles before you both could get away, “Hey! Let him go, you bastard!” You tried to pry the guy’s hand that was holding the syringe away from Stiles’ neck but it was no use you didn’t have the strength to overpower him. You could at least keep him from getting any closer though. Stiles had pulled the fire alarm and you made it to the holding cells, still struggling against the man when you all realized that one of the doors had been ripped off, Isaac’s door.

The guy had been pried off of you two as you both dropped to the floor. It was Isaac, fully transformed, you both scrambled behind the desk as he fought off the man. He left him unconscious and his attention was now on you, he began his advance but was very quickly interrupted by Derek’s roar. You shook off the shock, got back on your feet and rushed over to the now cowering Isaac.

“Hey, hey, it’s okay you’re safe.” He glanced at you, “You came,” you nodded with a soft smile, “Yeah, yeah I did.” His head landed on your shoulder lightly, clearly exhausted you let him be, raking your hand through his hair lightly.

“How did you do that,” questioned Stiles.

“I’m the alpha.”

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a/n: GUYS I WROTE THIS WHOLE THING IN A DAY! Am i gonna proof read it?? Probably not lol. Anyways let me know what you think, do you prefer the whole episode in one chapter or them broken up into two parts?? Also if you want to be added to the taglist, let me know!

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luvreyn · 1 year

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SEEK

SUKUNA X READER X MEGUMI ?

Warning: obsessive behavior, mention of death, kinda manga spoiler

part ii

Right from the moment that you got separated from Megumi and your friends, you already had a bad feeling, especially when you noticed Tsumiki’s behavior and Yuji not quite acting like himself before going back to being Yuji.

And so, against your senpai-tachi’s wish, you decided to search for them. You’re already out of breath, but you didn’t stop until you caught sight of the familiar back you’re so used to hugging.

"Megumi!" you called, halting as you tried to catch your breath. "Megumi, I’m so glad I found you! Have you caught up with Tsumiki? She was acting we-"

You stopped when you noticed the two people lying on the ground. Yuji and Angel are both bleeding beneath him, and he doesn’t seem to care.

When he looked back at you, eyes and mouth smiling, you knew.

"Where have you been? I’ve been looking everywhere for you. I found them in this stat-"

It’s Megumi’s voice, but you know it’s not him.

"You’re not Megumi..." you say, your throat tight as you slowly take a step back. "Wh-who are you?"

The thing inside him grins, and you’re overcome with dread and horror as you realize who’s in front of you. As you realized who exactly possessed your beloved.

"Sukuna-"

The fear you’re feeling is familiar. It’s the same fear you felt when he dropped Megumi by your side during the Shibuya incident. Sukuna’s words as he healed Megumi during that moment still ring in your mind even after weeks. The plan he alluded to involves Megumi, which gives you chills. And didn’t that moment leave you sleepless and scared for days, to the point where you couldn’t look Yuuji in the eyes for fear you'd see Sukuna and the way he looked at you?

"You’re really smart, aren’t you?" Megumi Sukuna laughs. "I can see why he likes you."

"Wha-" your eyes go back to your bleeding friends. "What did you do to them? What did you do to Megumi?!"

"Nothing." he shrugs, nonchalant. "Just taking my investment, so to speak."

"Investment?" you ask incredulously. "What do you mean by that?"

"You’re a smart girl; why don’t you guess?"

You immediately thought of his plan. Was this part of his plan all along? To possess Megumi?!

Sukuna takes a long look at you. From your tattered clothes to your slightly warm cheeks after all that running to the slight biting of your lower lip while you concentrate, it’s fascinating that your eyes are blazing instead of cool despite your technique.

He smiles when he feels the body inching to touch you. You really like her, don’t you, Megumi?

You took a step back when he came near you. You held out your palm, and the breeze turned to ice as you panicked. "Don’t come near me!"

"You’re his most precious person, do you know that?" He remains calm in the face of your horror and power. He takes a step closer to you. "You’re our most precious person."

Angel lunges at him before he can touch you. And you would’ve hugged her in glee because she’s alive! But stopped when you saw her frantic face.

"Run!" Angel yells at you as she attacks Sukuna. "What are you waiting for?! Run! Warn the others and escape!"

You’re torn between staying to fight alongside her and running to warn the others. Ultimately, there’s only one thing you can do, so you closed your eyes tightly and ran. "Don’t die!"

You ran frantically while searching for your senpais. You don’t know what to do. Megumi... Megumi... what’s happened to him? Is he still alive? And how can you stop Sukuna? Can you even stop him when he’s possessing Megumi like that?

There was a gush of wind and a shadow looming over you—over the place that made you still. You couldn’t believe your eyes when you saw Nue, but it isn’t the Nue you’re used to.

Before Nue’s eyes spotted you, you immediately went inside the abandoned building to hide. What is Sukuna planning? Does he intend to use Nue to track down every sorcerer in the game and eliminate them?

"You’re not a very fast runner, aren’t you?" You screamed and immediately turned around to come face-to-face with Sukuna.

But Angel... she’s strong! How come she's been defeated so easily? Angel... is Angel gone? What did he do? Did he kill her? Your tears threaten to spill as your thoughts scatter.

You’re next. He’s going to kill you. You’re sure of that.

"This won’t do. Don’t cry." he sighs when he sees your tears. "Your tears make me happy, but they make him anxious. He’s already hard to control as it is, I don’t want you to give him anymore reasons to fight me."

Megumi... is still alive? That gave you hope. Megumi is fighting him! It means that Sukuna doesn’t have full control!

You froze him before he could blink and ran as fast as you could to hide. You know you can’t defeat him in your current state. You can’t even defeat Megumi; how could you defeat Sukuna in his body?

You just need to run and strategize. To put some distance between you two and gather your senpais to create a counter attack.

You hid inside the janitor’s closet. There’s no light, just the way it’s supposed to be. As long as you’re quiet, he won’t hear you or find you.

Yuta-senpai can definitely match Sukuna’s strength. He doesn’t need to defeat or kill Sukuna; you just need him restrained. Megumi’s fighting back to gain control over his body, and you trust him enough to know he can do it. Yuji can take over his body even with Sukuna in it; Megumi can too, right?

You bit your lip. You don’t know. You honestly have no idea how you can come out victorious from this one without your sensei and Megumi alive and well. You don’t even know if your senpai-tachi and friends are alive!

There are so many unknown variables that scare you. Sukuna scares you.

Especially when he’s taking his sweet time walking down the hallway.

"I admire your courage in attempting to stop me, but frankly, your ice is nothing compared to Uraume’s. Maybe I can ask her to mentor you so you can get stronger."

His voice echoes in the silent hallway, and you’re pretty sure he’s gonna pass by where you’re hiding soon.

"Aren’t you worried about your friends? They’re still alive, but bleeding to death," he asked with fake concern. "Although I think the brat is already dead by now."

Yuji... he’s talking about Yuji, isn’t he? Your eyes widened, and you covered your mouth as you fought back a whimper.

"Who should I kill next? You can pick. Should I start with the green haired girl or the black haired boy?"

His shadow stops at the room's door. You stepped backward, your hand still covering your mouth. Only you couldn’t step backward because you’re not alone.

His hands were on your shaking shoulders as he leaned in to whisper.

"Found you."

my first completed work for 2023 and it’s sukuna’s fic! it’s been so long!! apologies for the errors will fix them asap after i get some sleep TT___TT

#reynwrites #reynwrites.jjk #sukuna x reader #ryomen sukuna #jjk x reader #sukuna x you #sukuna x y/n #still have so much stories in the drafts #also inspired by the song hide and seek #and the recent manga chaps #im ded

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natashaslesbian · 5 months

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Best Friend Crush

Summary:

Word count: 835

Parings: (Kate Bishop x Reader)

Warnings: none :))

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You met Kate when you were just 5 years old. You spent every second together, you walked everywhere together. If Kate was at the park, then you were too. If you were eating ice cream, Kate was too. You spent your childhood alongside each other, you experienced all the highs and lows together. You held her hand the day of her fathers funeral, and she held yours in return when you came out to your family. Kate cried for hours the day you left for college, for the first time ever you were going to be apart. Those few years went by in a flash and before you knew it, the pair of you were running havoc in the avengers compound. You were thrilled that not only had Kate managed to meet her hero but she now fought beside Clint, with you not too far behind. You have Yelena to thank for your entry into S.H.I.E.L.D, she found you outside the compound tackling photographers. Yelena managed to convince Natasha that the team needed you and after 2 years of training, you and Kate were finally official members of the team.

Tonight you were celebrating a successful mission, Tony decided that a big party was well overdue and went completely overboard inviting everyone he could think of. You had spent most of the evening attached to Kate’s hip but when an agent from S.H.I.E.L.D HQ asked to buy you a drink you scurried away with excitement at a possible new relationship. You had been single for almost a year now after your ex girlfriend cheated on you at college. Although you were heartbroken, you were excited that you would have more time to spend with Kate. Every time she was around you got butterflies, but you pushed them to one side as Kate defiantly didn’t feel the same way. You danced freely for most of the night with Amanda, she was fun and great at making you laugh. Her golden hair fell delicately across her shoulders, but your mind couldn’t help but think of Kate. How much you wished to be dancing with her, holding her.

On the other side of the room, Kate was close to crushing the glass in her hand. Watching someone throw their hands all over you, the way she was looking at you like you were hers. The archer had been wanting to tell you how she feels for weeks now but she just couldn’t pull the words together, now she was watching you dance with someone who wasn’t her. She figured she should be sad, sad that you were interested in someone else but instead her blood was boiling. This blonde didn’t deserve you, she didn’t know how you liked your coffee or what your favourite season was. Kate couldn’t watch this anymore, she wouldn’t. “Y/n I need you” you heard as you were pulled away from Amanda, you missed the daggers Kate had shot at her “Kate I’m dancing with Amanda” you said “well why aren’t you dancing with me?” Kate said, her mouth moving to quick for her brain “what?” Kate wanted you to dance with her? “I, um” she stumbled over her words as she realised her mistake, this wasn’t how she wanted to tell you. Kate pulled away and headed towards the exit. Looking back for Amanda, you found her already eyeing up another agent, holding her the way she had been holding you just a moment ago. ‘Such a flirt’ you thought

“Kate!” You called out into the empty bedroom. You had been searching for her since she ran from the party. You fell to your final idea and pulled out your phone, a small buzzing noise took your feet to the kitchen. “Kate” you said as you hung up the call “are you okay?” You asked “y/n I’m sorry” She said, her back still facing you “sorry for what?” She pulled her focus towards you followed by her shoulders and the rest of her body “I wanted it to be special, I didn’t mean to just blurt something out” Kate sniffled “what are you talking about?” You walked towards your best friend, silent wishing this was going the way you were hoping it would “I like you y/n” she said “in fact I love you” she paused again “as more than a friend” your heart felt full, she felt the same way, there was a chance this could happen. “Kate I-“ you stumbled over your words, making the archer extremely nervous “I love you too” she pulled you into her arms and the pair of you shared the most loving embrace. When she pulled back, Kates gaze met your lips, you nodded your consent. Her soft warm lips collided with yours and you could taste the lasting layer of her strawberry lipgloss. The need for air soon came and you pulled back with Kates face still in your hands. “Can I take you on a date?” She asked “tomorrow?” You suggested “tomorrow.” She confirmed.

#marvel #marvel fic #kate bishop #hawkeye #jelous #friends to lovers #crushes #pizza dog

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rose-pearls · 2 years

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Childhood infatuation - epilogue

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4

He hadn’t been able to sleep much last night, the stress of today had hit him hard and he had to sleep without her for the first time in far too long. His sister had taken his phone to make sure that he couldn’t call Thunder and even after pouting and pleading she didn’t give in, she was a cold-hearted woman that one.

His mother came to see him to tell him to prepare and he starts to feel nervous, tons of questions running through his minds. What if she doesn’t come, what if she found someone better than him, what if she decided to go to Rooster.

Jake shakes his head at that thought, Rooster had talked about it with him and her, that he had had feelings for her but that she was happier with Jake and that was all he could ask for. He had never felt lighter that day as he held her closer to him that night, making sure that she was there. Plus, there seemed to be something between Rooster and Bob since the end of the mission, the Dagger squad had a bet going on for when these two would get their heads out of their asses.

Coyote barges in and starts to talk far too fast for him to understand anything but the bright grin reassures him, and he lets Coyote haul him out of bed to get ready. The morning goes by quickly and he wishes could see her already, but he knows that everyone would kill him if he did, even sweet old Bob. Even if they have spent the last five years together and have had a dangerous mission together where they met their found family, he still feels nervous and takes a moment to sit down in the garden.

He is surprised when someone sits down and the person is Bob, the WSO is looking at the garden with a soft smile and Jake feels himself relax. The quiet WSO always seemed to calm everyone down and Jake was grateful that he wasn’t talking his ear off, he was just there in support.

“You know it is normal to feel nervous, but she is going to say yes.”, Jake lets out a laugh and feels lighter at Bob’s teasing words. He bumps their shoulders together and Bob grins.

“Thank you for the reassurance, Baby on Board.”, Bob lets out a groan and rolls his eyes, but a grin appears on his lips.

“I knew I should have joined Thunder’s wedding party.”, Jake scoffs at that and Bob’s teasing grin gets wider.

“Please, you love me.”, the both of them laugh and Jake realizes that he isn’t stressed anymore.

“Unfortunately, I do, but don’t tell anyone else.”, he can’t help but bring Bob close in a half hug and the WSO pats him on the back.

“There is five minutes left before we need to go, I’ll let you have them in peace.”, Bob has a knowing smile on his face and Jake releases a sigh.

After five calm minutes he hears his mother call him and he feels the stress get higher but knowing that in just one hour he will marry the woman he loves makes him calm down.

The place is hectic when they arrive, guests are arriving everyone is trying to get ready. He can see Viper coming down looking like he has cried with an equally teary Ice and Maverick. The three men get closer to him before giving him a pat on the shoulder.

“Ready son?”, he nods confidently and Viper smiles at him content.

“Good, I’m going to get her then.”, Jake feels stressful and giddy at the same time.

“How is she?”, the three men share a look before chuckling softly.

“Stressed, running around bossing everyone, even Rooster has been keeping a low profile.”, Jake has to keep himself from laughing because Rooster usually doesn’t keep a low profile.

“That is because he gave her an opinion on her flower arrangement last night and she told him that if he knew so much about it, he should get his head out of his ass and ask Bob to marry him.”, the three are snickering at the memory and Jake has never felt prouder to call this woman his fiancé, and in less than an hour his wife.

“Jake! There you are, we have been looking everywhere.”, Bob looks breathless as he arrives, clearly having ran everywhere.

“Coyote went to get the rings, the others are at the altar already so the only thing we need is the groom and the bride of course.”, the WSO says with a big grin, quickly saying hello at the other men who have large grins at the sight of him.

“There you three are Phoenix is ready to strangle you, Thunder is asking for you to come.”, Rooster looks breathless too and Jake is finding it really weird that these two just arrived breathless and judging by the others unimpressed looks they are thinking the same thing.

“Bob, hey. You look good – I mean you always look good but the suit – wow.”, Jake wants to groan at Rooster’s failure in flirting or just simply giving a compliment, but he knows that Thunder will love to hear it. Maverick and Ice are shaking their heads looking like they want to shake him out of his misery.

“Thanks, you look handsome.”, Jake is surprised to hear Bob say that without stuttering before smirking at the WSO; that is his groomsman. Rooster gets as red as the red roses around them before Viper, who is looking tired of these two, drags Rooster back to his daughter and Bob quickly leaves to help Payback with flowers while telling Jake to go to the altar.

“So, you two want to join the bet?”, Ice and Maverick look at each other before smirking and nodding, they are at 300 dollars right know so whoever wins the pot is lucky.

Everything looks perfect just like Thunder and him had planned, she had wanted it to be with family and friends and as he looks around, he feels grateful for that decision. The song starts to play, and Jake knows it’s finally time.

He knows she is a gorgeous woman, but he wasn’t ready to see her in the beautiful white dress. She looks even more radiant with her bright smile and sparkling eyes. He just wants to go down the aisle and kiss her senseless and tell her how goddamn beautiful she looks. The minute she sees him she flashes him a bright smile and he feels tears in his eyes at seeing her in her wedding dress, looking at him with utter love in her eyes. Coyote clasps a hand on his shoulder, trying to steady him as a few tears leaves his eyes.

Viper doesn’t look better than him as he whispers a few words to her before giving her hand to Jake.

“You look stunning, I don’t even have the words.”, she lets out a wet chuckle and quickly takes his hands in hers.

“You look handsome, I missed you.”, Jake feels the stress leaves his body as he looks at her, he can only feel love.

The ceremony starts and before he knows it the vows are exchanged, and the rings are given to each other. He just wants to kiss her and make her his wife already, but he knows he has to wait another few minutes for it.

“I declare you husband and wife. You can kiss the bride.”, you don’t have to tell him that twice as he brings her closer and kisses her passionately, having missed her and wanting to show her just how much he loves her. He hears the cheering, but he can only focus on her and the feeling of having her close to him again, the feeling of her lips on his that are addicting and the feeling of her hands in his hair.

The pictures are as chaotic as expected with the Dagger squad taking pictures together while the Jake and his now wife, it feels so good to say it, are making out somewhere. When they do finally arrive, they take the family pictures and wedding party pictures.

The evening goes by quickly and Jake has to stop himself from pinching himself to know it this is real but as he watches Ice scold Maverick for shoving food into his mouth or Phoenix arguing with Fanboy about which Harry Potter movie the best is or hearing his wife’s laughter next to him, he know it’s real and he has never felt happier. That happiness is slightly ruined with the speeches, but he knows it’s going to be in all good fun.

Viper’s speech makes Thunder and himself cry, that man is one of the best pilots and somehow manages to all make them cry like babies. Coyote’s speech makes him want to throw his napkin at him as he retells the story of how the mighty Hangman fell for Thunder but as he hears his wife’s laughter, he decides to let it slide. Lucy gives a speech and recalls how Thunder used to talk all the time about him and Jake can’t help the smirk.

Their first dance is probably far too romantic for the others, but Jake doesn’t care, he has his wife in his arms, and he wants to spend the rest of his life making her happy. There are cheers and whistles when they kiss, multiple times, and the both of them can’t stop smiling at each other. The dance floor opens for everyone after Viper and Thunder share a dance and that brings chaos. Phoenix dragged Bob for some dancing and the rest of the squad follows them, dancing like idiots.

At one point in the evening, he doesn’t see Rooster or Bob and starts to get suspicions.

“The two love birds are gone.”, Thunder looks at him with wide eyes before looking around to see for herself and looks back with a smirk.

“Maybe they finally confessed their feelings.”, Jake snorts at the thought but hopes that it is in fact happening.

Half an hour later he sees Bob returning looking red and his costume slightly askew and Rooster following with the biggest smirk on his face. The whole Dagger squad groans at the sight and start to get their money out for Ice and Maverick who are smirking.

“Did you just bet on us?”, Bob is looking at them like a disapproving mother and Rooster chuckles before bringing Bob closer to him.

“Of course, they did, what did you expect Bobby.”, the WSO grumbles under his breath but leans into Rooster’s touch.

“What they don’t know is that no one has won.”, this time Bob smirks, and Jake starts to feel uneasy, the rest of the table is looking at each other with the same looks.

“That is bullshit, we said that you were going to get together today and look.”, Maverick makes big gestures towards them while Ice rolls his eyes at Maverick’s dramatics.

“That would have been correct if Bradley and I weren’t already together.”, the whole table starts to explode in chatter and the two lovers’ smirk at the chaos in front of them.

“Robert Floyd, you didn’t tell me?”, Phoenix seems outraged, and Bob looks a bit guilty.

“I wanted to but then we heard there was a bet, so we decided to keep it to ourselves and win the money for ourselves.”, Rooster looks so damn proud of his boyfriend and Jake has never felt prouder of Bob.

“Well, you heard the man, give them your money.”, Thunder is laughing as she says it, and everyone grumbles before giving the money.

“We will tell you all about it but after the wedding, tonight is about these two.”, Jake smiles gratefully at Bob who shrugs before taking Rooster to the dance floor.

“It’s always the shy ones.”, Viper grumbles under his breath and Jake can’t help but laugh, the rest joining him.

The rest of the night is spend laughing, dancing, kissing his wife and making her laugh. They finally leave the reception, and he can’t wait to spend the rest of his life with her by his side.

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Now He's Sad, And Wants His First Love Back

Summary:

The ice pack by his head was upheld by one arm as the other tipped the ice-cold water into his mouth. He’d thanked you, then promptly dropped his head onto the counter, passing out again. You think that’s when you looked at him and decided he was it for you - that and also the bird’s nest of a hair he donned.

Pairings:

Mark Sloan x Male Reader

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Flashbacks | Past Fluff | Angst

Words: 4028

Author's Note:

I apologize that this took a long ass time, but here it is.

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“You think we’ll be like the hottest doctors when we graduate?”

You turn to Mark; the books in between you are a mess, notes strew about as you study for your finals. His head’s on his arms, and the page he’d been staring at for the past hour is long forgotten as he’s been spewing out question after ridiculous question. “What?”

“I mean, you’re hot, I’m hot,” he says.

“Mark, we’ve got out final papers in two weeks, and you’ve barely made it past the first chapter.”

“Yeah, but it’s so hard to concentrate,” he pouts, “I might do better with….an incentive….”

You push his lips away with your pencil, “Not this time, hon; we already lost the weekend because of that.”

“Yeah, but it was a good weekend,” he waggles his eyebrows, and you snort, laughter filling the library, much to the detriment of the librarians.

“Hey.”

George has found you in various hiding spots all over the hospital; as is often the case, you’re sat on the floor, blinds were drawn, knees hugged to your chest. On the door - though George isn’t sure how - you’ve placed a biohazard sign, giving you the privacy you need. He sits down beside you, legs crossed as he picks at his pants, “So…” he starts, “wanna talk about it?”

“Not really,” you respond.

“You sure, 'cause hiding isn’t going to make the problem go away,” he says.

“Maybe if Addison moved, the problem would follow.” He winces, “Sorry, it’s just that…Mark, he apologized…he said he was sorry,” you tell him.

“What did you say?”

“Nothing,” you respond, “I ran off. Is that bad? Should I go find him?”

“Find him? No, absolutely not,” George shakes his head.

You huff, leaning back against the wall, the tear streaks drying on your face, George offers a side hug, and you lean in, resting your head against his shoulder. The door opens, and Izzie peeks her head in, “Oh, thank god, it’s just you two.” She joins you on the floor, lying starfish and sighing in relief. “Sorry,” she says, “just needed somewhere to decompress.”

“It’s alright,” you assure her. “We were just talking.”

“About Dr. Sloan?” she asked. George glared at her, and she shrugged, “What?

“Yeah, he apologized, and I ran away.”

“Well, I’m not sure what to say to that.” Izzie wants to say more, but George is dragging his hand across his throat, expression grim as he attempts to signal her to keep it to herself. You note the tension between them and ask; Izzie sighs, “George doesn’t think you should get back together with Dr. Sloan.”

“And you do?” you raise an eyebrow.

She nods, eyes cast up to the ceiling, “Alex cheated on me, you know, and I took him back.”

“Well….I wasn’t expecting that,” you admit.

“I don’t think anyone would.” She gazes back at you, “Can I ask you something?” You shrug, “How’d you meet him?”

The study group is just four people - you, Derek, Addison, and Mark - you’re not even sure you’d ever seen the three of them before today. They might have been in the same lectures, but you’d never paid much mind to anything aside from the professor. The compulsory study group was meant to help, but really, all it was doing was proving how shit icebreakers were.

You sat in a circle of chairs, and each of you looked everywhere but at each other - Addison across from you, Derek to your right, and Mark to your left - the other groups were deep in conversation, buzzing off each other’s discussions while your group remained silent. Derek, ever the friendliest, started the discussion, something on medical histories; he and Mark seemed to have some sort of competitive streak going on - Addison shook her head, rolling her eyes as they went off.

“Are they always like this?” you ask.

“Derek, not really,” Addison replied, “Him, I’m not sure; it’s my first time meeting him and you.” She introduced herself, and you did the same, beginning your own discussion, albeit off-topic.

“...handsome over here will agree with me,” Mark said, hand placed on the back of your chair. You turned to him, a questioning look on your face, “tell him,” he gestured to Derek.

“I’m very lost right now,” you say.

“Who isn’t?” Addison asked. There’s a moment of silence, then chuckles as all four of you find merriment in your mutual confusion.

“So you slept with him after?”

George elbows Izzie hard, and she grimaces; you shake your head with a slight chuckled, “No, it took a couple more classes before we actually started hanging out outside class,” you tell them, “even then, it was…” you wave your hand around, looking for the right word, “...weird? I found out about Mark’s less than stellar reputation.”

“He wasn’t hitting on me,” you recount, “we were barely even friends, but you know, we got there,” you smile a little, “I remember this one time, I found him hungover on the dorm’s front lawn.” They snicker, “I helped him get back to his room and kinda just dumped him on his bedroom floor.”

It had taken some effort, but once done, Mark had just laid on the floor, arms spread out and legs bent funny - you’d left him there and returned after your elective to find him nursing a headache. The ice pack by his head was upheld by one arm as the other tipped the ice-cold water into his mouth. He’d thanked you, then promptly dropped his head onto the counter, passing out again. You think that’s when you looked at him and decided he was it for you - that and also the bird’s nest of a hair he donned.

“Was that like a good kiss or a bad kiss?”

“What do you think?” you ask Mark; his face is dazed, eyes wide as he stares at you. He doesn’t say anything else, eyes darting around; you remember it - end of your third year, one of the worst exams you’d done so far, though there were more to come, it felt that way at the time. “Ok, Mark, you’re scaring me; say something.”

He just smiles, “Good kiss…very, very good kiss.”

You grin, holding out your hand, and he takes it; after three days of cramming and no sleep, you find yourself back at your dorms, under the covers. Mark curls around you, head on your chest, his legs tangled with yours, as you fall into slumber.

Addison had been so happy, jumping for joy for the both of you, though now that image didn’t have the same sense of glee as it once did. You smiled sadly, “There’s not much else to say, really,” you look away, “he proposed sometime after we graduated, and the rest is history.”

“Wow,” they say simultaneously.

“Yeah, also, he apologized.”

George rubs your back, and you lean against him for comfort as Izzie sits up from her position on the floor. Outside the room, there’s not much noise; it’s a slow day today - patient-wise - drama-wise; however, things are rather busy; you’d been detached from the rest of the hospital, though, as your mind processed the apology and Mark in general.

“So,” Izzie voices, “what’s gonna happen now?”

“Now,” you reply, “now I’m going to stay here until I’m needed or until I have another breakdown.”

You do just that, the day passes in slow increments, and you’re one of the first to leave once your shift is over. Home is still as inviting as ever; Atlas and Gumdrop practically swamp you as soon as your through the door, begging for attention; they follow you closely, already familiar with your distress, and they snuggle up to you when you sit down - paws over your legs as they occupy your personal space. Your phone chimes, another distraction, if not that, it’s the TV, then whatever you can find to occupy you in the apartment. You still haven't thought about Mark; you don’t want to, having wrapped that little issue in a box and shoved it in the very back of your mind.

Of course, that type of solution doesn’t last long; by decree of the universe and the drama-induced nightmare that is Seattle Grace, you find yourself in Mark’s presence once more. He seems hesitant to speak, and you spend some painful moments in silence as you work alongside him.

“You haven’t said anything,” Mark points out in the elevator; he’s leaning against the wall opposite you; your arms are folded, and you can’t bear to look at each other.

“I don’t know what to say,” you admit, “I was just going to avoid you.” He tilts his head up, gazing at the ceiling. “I mean, where do we even go from here?”

“Couple’s counseling?” he suggests, and you scoff.

“We’d have to be a couple to do that.”

“It’s something, Derek and Addison did it, and they figured out they weren’t gonna make it in the long run,” he clarifies, “we —we could try that.”

You run a hand over your face; god, this elevator ride was long, “And then what? We hold hands and sing kumbayah.” you grimace.

“You don’t —just think about it; if it doesn’t work, you could just deck me in the face,” he attempts to jest, and you respond with a snort, turning away with nothing else to say.

You seek out Derek, and he confirms what Mark told you, then he backtracks, dots connecting as he realizes why you’re asking. “He didn’t.”

“He did, even offered a free hit if it fails.”

Derek groans, and you hold your face in your hands, shaking your head as you ponder the options - punching Mark in the face is a tempting offer, a really really tempting offer. “Jesus Christ, what are you gonna do?” You shrug, picking at nothing in particular.

“How was it for you?” you ask him.

“Weird,” he answers, “see, at first, I only went cause Addison and I had been friends for a long time, and I wanted to see that again, and a really, really stupid part of me just wanted to forget finding them in our bed.”

“I know, I’ll probably never get over it; some people, they cheat and work it out, some don’t, and honestly, I don’t know why or how they manage to get back together again,” he elaborates his thoughts, “a part of me was terrified I’d find her cheating again, or that I’d do it, just to hurt her back.” You’re wringing your hands together anxiously, and Derek places his hands on them, “I mean, I had Meredith, and you had Gabriel - however short that was,” he says, “All I can say is, the counseling helped me realize that I could have gone either way, but I made a choice not to. I can’t tell you what to do, but I highly encourage you to kick him in the face.”

You snicker, nodding, “Thanks, Derek.”

The counselor’s office is nice; you and Mark sit on opposite ends of a couch across from the counselor - Dr. Saltzman - he’d been Addison and Derek’s counselor, and you’d thought it easier since he already knew one-half of the disaster.

“So, I know about the relationship before, but I want to know, what are you looking for out of this?”

“I don’t know,” you confess, “I only came because Derek said it helped him put things together; I can’t even look at him or Addison without just…” you gesture in the air, hands forming claw-shapes as you mimic strangling.

He turns to Mark, “I —I —friends?”

“Are you asking?” Dr. Saltzman asks, “You don’t sound too sure, Mark.” Mark flops back on the couch, looks at you, then back at him, “Let’s start with something simpler then; how do you both feel about the other person?”

“I feel bad….” Mark answers, and you have to resist the urge to scoff, Mark speaks, and you listen to some of it, but you don’t pay as much attention - maybe it’s the setting or just the leftover pent-up emotion - but you just feel hostile. A part of you just wants to raze him to the ground, tear into him until your voice grows hoarse and your eyes are stinging; when he’s finished, Dr. Saltzman turns to you.

Your eyes dart to Mark; oh, it’s definitely the pent-up anger; you’d never talked about this; most of it had been scraped underneath crates of liquor, followed by hyper-focusing on Atlas and Gumdrop. “I hate you,” you confess, “I hate you so fucking much. I look at Addison, and I want to crawl in a hole; I look at you, and I just want to —” you purse your lips, blinking away the hot tears, you can’t put it into words. You don’t want to put it into words. “ —on the anniversary of our engagement,” you mumble, turning away.

“I’m sorry —”

“Stop saying that,” you hiss.

“I —”

Your hand over your mouth, your lips wobble, and it’s getting harder to blink the tears away. Dr. Saltzman passes you a box of tissues, and you wipe furiously at your eyes, scrunching them in your hand; you stare down at them. “Why?” you ask. You’d never sat on the question for too long; it sent you spiraling so far and so fast into self-depreciation you’d have to drown it out.

Mark’s mouth flaps open and closes a few times, “Was I not good enough for you?” you ask, “Or did you suddenly have a reverse gay panic?” A wet, broken laugh sounds from you, it sort of breaks into hysterical, as you just laugh disparagingly at yourself. “Come on, I know why Addison did it; she was lonely,” you say the word with malice, “but why did you?” you press.

“I mean, I thought things were good,” you continue, “we were going to get married, right? Or was the sex just not good enough for you?” You sneer. His mouth is slightly open, but he doesn’t speak; you forcefully exhale; there’s another question, the one you’d asked yourself over and over as you stared at the ceiling at night. “Did you really love me,” you inquire shakily, “or was I just plan B after Addison?”

“Wh —what?”

“Don’t make me say it again.”

“No….of course, I loved –I love you,” he responds.

“Do you? You left Mark; you took everything and didn’t tell me shit; I thought you’d gotten cold feet and ran off,” you cry, “but, no, no, no, no, no. It was so much worse. It didn’t even cross my mind until I heard it.” The tears are falling free now, and you’re stuck between laughing and crying, “Did I even cross your mind? Do you know what that did to me?!”

“I’m sorry, I —”

“STOP SAYING THAT!” you shout, “Stop it. Stop it. Stop it….” Your head falls into your hands, and you’re fully sobbing, words incoherent as thoughts race around your mind.

“Roses are overrated,” Mark proudly claims.

“Mark, you’re allergic to roses; get over it,” you tell him, “I don’t need roses; you can just get me chocolate.”

“You mean the same kind you never share,” he snarks, and you stick out your tongue.

Stop it.

The graduation ceremony is quiet as the announcer reads out the names, “We are definitely the hottest doctors,” Mark whispers, and you snort so violently all eyes turn to the both of you, cackling on stage as you clutch to the other.

Stop it.

“You know he sleeps around, right?” You brush your sister, Zoe, away, and she shakes her head, “I know you’re going to ignore me on this one, but don’t do anything stupid.” Stupid turned out to be one date turning into more. Stupid was falling in love, holding hands, moving in together, adopting dogs, and getting engaged. Stupid was Mark Sloan dancing with you in the middle of the night, hot chocolate cooling as the rain poured outside.

Stop it.

“Good morning, future Mr. Sloan.”

“Good morning, Mr. Sloan,” you kiss his cheek; he hides his face away in your neck, beard grazing your skin as he places open-mouthed kisses there. The euphoria of being engaged hasn’t died down, last night had been a whirlwind, and Mark had pecked you repeatedly, muttering your names together. He stared down at the ring and kissed your hand again and again until he could confirm that, yes, this was, in fact, real.

Stop it.

“You don’t know?”

“Know what?” The other end goes silent, and you almost hear the sound of something snapping when you process the words. The phone drops, and your eyes go vacant; the ring on your finger mocks you, as do the photos and trinkets around your shared - well, not anymore - bedroom. There’s another sound, and you realize it’s you, crying or maybe screaming - who knows - but it echoes around you.

Stop it.

“I told you this was going to happen; I warned you, didn’t I?”

You ignore Zoe, place your phone face down on the table, and roll over - most of the photos were in storage, the others you burnt, used them for kindling a fire while you tore apart shit in a drunken rage. The ring’s still on your finger; the stupid, hopeful part of you often stares at the door every day, praying Mark will walk through, maybe even crawl on his hands and knees, begging to come back - Estelle tells you he’s doing fine apparently. Derek said he and Addison are trying to work things out again; he doesn’t talk about Mark when he calls; then again, you think he’s calling to make sure you’re still breathing.

Suffice it to say; the session doesn’t end on a happy note. Dr. Saltzman asks to see you individually next time; Derek’s waiting for you when you get back home - beside him is George, and with him comes Izzie, and Meredith, and Christina, and Karev. The latter three stand stiff and uncertain, watching as Derek gathers you in his arms. You don’t tune in to anything, your mind hollow and emotions at an all-time low, and you mostly curl on the couch.

You’re a zombie at work; actions are automated, things just fly by, and you barely have the energy to keep up with much - balling out your eyes at the counselors had emotionally drained you; Mark looks haunted, for lack of a better word. Your individual session with Dr. Saltzman is a lot harder; for starters, there’s no Mark to use as a buffer, “I keep the ring in my nightstand,” you mutter, “wrapped up and stuffed in a box. I was going to sell it, but then I couldn’t….”

“Every time I look at it, I remember the night I got it….I remember how happy I’d been and then….I break down….”

“My ring?” Mark pulls it out, the chain resting in his pocket; he’d thrown it in the garbage once, then dived back in to retrieve it, “I carry it with me; I told everyone else I threw it out.”

“Do you do that out of guilt?”

“Maybe.”

“You don’t seem to have any answers for your actions, Mark,” he points out, “and when you do, they vary between maybe and I don’t know.” Dr. Saltzman, “Usually, there’s something to work out, but with you, there seems to be no real motive behind your cheating. You say the relationship had been fine, the happiest you’d ever felt in a long time, so why then? Why do it?”

Mark’d never been able to answer the question to himself, on the off chance he’s found himself thinking back to it, the vivid moments of clarity when the glint of the engagement ring shone back in his face. And like a coward, he decided the best way to deal with it was to run, take what he could, and just run. He wanted to convince Addison to come back; if both their relationships were in the gutter, why not settle with the other? But then the guilt never left. And when Addison, he, and Derek somehow built back a bridge, it weighed on him - the what if? What if he’d gone to you first and confessed what he’d done? Would you have sat in a counselor’s office like this and worked it out? Would you have thrown the ring in his face? What if you’d forgiven him? What if you’d thrown him out? What if he hadn’t been a coward and just faced the music back then?

Dr. Saltzman clears his throat, “I believe you engaged in what is referred to as Opportunistic Infidelity, the guilt of which may have driven you to run. Whether it stemmed from your own personal feelings of inadequacy, the need for more than just your fiance’s attention.” He explains, “You cheated on the anniversary of your engagement, and I’m not defending you but had you any drinks; I’d hazard a guess; your inhibitions flew out the window. Or pettily, you may have had a fight or minor squabble with Derek, and Addison presented an opportunity to get back at him.”

“Do you still love Mark?”

You huff, exhaling, “I rebounded with a friend. He was familiar. It was nice. But every time he’d hold me; I’d just —” Gabriel looked nothing like Mark, thank god, but then he’d do something, and suddenly he did; it was like in the beginning, when you’d think Mark was calling you somewhere in the apartment, or when you’d hope every phone call was the closure you’d finally receive. “ —I don’t want to,” you answer his original question.

“Does the outcome of romantic reconciliation terrify you?”

You nod, biting your lip and trying to settle the slight tremble in your hands. “Sometimes I think about getting back with him, just so I can do the same, pack up the apartment and disappear without a word,” you scowl. “I hate that I still love him.”

“Do you want him back in your life?”

“Should I want him back in my life?”

“Do you think you’d be able to look past the infidelity? You mentioned how Addison and Mark bring it up simply by existing.”

“I don’t know if I’d be able to,” you reply, “I mean, yes, I do miss him, but I don’t know if I’d be able to handle it a second time if it happened.”

“If you did take him back, would you set any new boundaries and conditions?”

“Possibly, he and Addison don’t talk much from what I’ve seen; I’d want to wade the waters first, see if this feeling is real or if I’m just latching onto him out of habit.”

“Do you want a romantic reconciliation? Or are you just chasing after familiarity?” Mark doesn’t answer; he holds his head in his hands, tugging at his hair.

“I think I miss him,” Mark answers, “even if I don’t get a second chance, I just want him back in my life.”

“Well, I’ll admit, aside from the cheating, there’s also the lack of trust, and I won’t sugarcoat it, Mark; even people who’ve managed to come back after something like this haven’t always done so easily.”

“I know.”

“What if he had conditions? Would you jump through hoops to meet them?”

He nods, “At this point, I’d do anything to have him back in my life.”

Your next joint session starts off with Dr. Saltman speaking, “How are you both feeling? I imagine pouring your hearts out has been exhausting.” You both nod, “My suggestion would be for both of you to test the waters; the familiarity between you could be what draws you together, with no actual subsistence.”

“I advise a 30-day trial run if you will; we continue these individual and joint sessions, and the two of you attend an ice breaker of sorts, somewhere neutral and calming - here in my office, or a park or cafe.” He suggests, eyes darting between the both of you. “At the end of 30 days, we reassess —”

“What if it’s more hostile?” Mark inquires.

“Then we reassess, until then if anything happens in between, we can restart the clock.” He says, “Any questions?”

End Note:

Side Note: I'm not a marriage counselor or a therapist, so please don't take this as the gospel or anything. Anyway, here's the fourth chapter, hope you enjoyed it, sorry for the long wait. Stay Hydrated.

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stranger-marauders · 2 years

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two: summer lovin'

chapter summary: Kate waits for someone to come home, more specifically through her window.

chapter warnings: language, making out

word count: 2.6k

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THAT NIGHT WHENEVER Kate had gone home, she kept frantically checking her watch.

Ten o'clock.

She always found herself to be such a hypocrite at times like this one.

Even though Kate criticized Mike and El for being inseparable and for making out all the time, she and Steve definitely weren't any better. In fact, they were probably worse than the two kids. They both, whenever possible, tried to make themselves available after Steve got off from work at nine-thirty every night (or at least, that was when he was supposed to get off).

Kate, since the beginning of the summer, had helped the situation slightly. The bookstore she used to work at had to close once the mall opened, just like most of the other storefronts in downtown Hawkins. Because of that, her father had let her work at the police station whenever Flo needed filling in for, just like she had that day (during the summer, of course, Flo had been out much more than she usually was during the year because she would go out of town to visit her children and grandchildren in the city, so Kate was more than happy to fill in for her whenever she wasn't there). Even though Kate had much more time on her hands now, Steve still always had work.

Steve's place of work had been something of a sensitive topic for him. He originally was going to go back to being a lifeguard for the third summer in a row, but whenever he walked in on his first day and saw Billy Hargrove, he quit within five minutes of being there. Because his dad was forcing him to get a job (while his father hadn't "forced" him, he did completely cut him off from any financial funds, so whenever they weren't home, he was absolutely screwed on money, which was most of the time, and he refused to have anyone else pay for him), he'd had to look for work anywhere and everywhere. The mall had been around for a couple of weeks at that point, but most of the stores had already been fully hired with teenagers who needed summer jobs, all except for one.

Scoops Ahoy, apparently, was a national chain of ice cream stores. While Kate had never heard of it, Steve seemed sold on the fact that if it was the only place he could get a job where he wasn't stuck with Billy Hargrove all day long, he figured it would have to do. He'd sailed through the interview just fine, earning him a job. He quickly found out, however, that the reason he'd gotten the job so quickly was that only two people had applied. He and Robin worked practically every single shift at the ice cream parlor, and no one had applied, especially since Steve and Robin had gotten their uniforms.

That was what killed him. It was the sailor outfit and the little hat to match. It wasn't like he got a decent-looking t-shirt, maybe a weird vest he got to put over a polo. He got an entire uniform that was undeniably degrading for him. With that being said, it didn't help that it literally was only him and Robin that worked there. Even if he didn't need the full-time hours, he still would've been scheduled for them. The only thing he could be grateful for was the fact that he was making any money at all. He needed it just to function at this point.

That being said, around ten o'clock after Steve's shift, they'd either be at his place or hers, enjoying their time together. Alone.

At two after ten, Kate heard a light tap at her window. Before the three taps could even finish, she ran over to her window, quickly opening it to find Steve waiting for her.

"Hey, beautiful."

"Hey, sailor man."

She snickered at her own comment as Steve pursed his lips together.

While Kate loved his hat, Steve hated it with a passion. The hat itself, with, according to company policy, was a required uniform accessory. Of course, immediately after his shift finished and he had stopped getting paid to wear it, the hat was thrown into his car to be forgotten about until the next day. The rest of his uniform, however, stayed until he had arrived at Kate's home or his own.

"You're late."

"By two minutes," Steve countered, climbing through the window. "Does it really matter?"

"No," she said, pulling him closer to her and pressing her lips to his.

Steve had one hand on her waist, the other on her chin to tilt it in his direction. Whenever he moaned, a soft, low noise that made her stomach twist into knots when the kiss lingered, she stifled a laugh through the kiss, bringing her hands to his face to pull him down closer to her.

When Steve pulled back, chest heaving, he quickly pulled his uniform shirt over his head, showing the mound of hair that had grown on his chest since they'd started dating. "I hate that stupid uniform."

"Oh yeah?" Kate asked whenever he kissed her jawline, throwing his shirt to the floor.

He closed the space between them again, their lips melting together as he moaned. He grasped at her hip, the material of her shorts bunched under his hand, making the linen hitch higher up her thighs.

She pushed him toward the bed, just so she could sit on top of him. She sat a little higher than him, thighs shifting apart to cage him underneath her. One of his hands was on her jaw, thumb rubbing against her jaw as he kissed her deeply, the other clasped at the back of her thigh, skin on skin. She could feel him hard underneath him and it made her head feel fuzzy, her body pleading with her to drag herself along the length of him, hips rolling, chest heaving.

Whenever things began to truly get heated between the two of them, however, her father knocked at the door. "Hey, Katie?"

Kate quickly broke away from Steve, and they stared at each other frantically. "Can I come in?"

"Oh, uh, hold on, I'm changing. I'll be out in a minute," Kate said, motioning for Steve to either put a shirt on or climb out of the window. She threw a cardigan over her shoulders, and whenever Steve had moved out of the sightline from the door, she slipped out of her room, walking out to find her father, who looked as if he'd had a stroke.

"Is Steve here?" he asked, looking to the door, which she had promptly shut behind her.

"Oh, uh, no," she replied quickly. "He, uh… He might be coming soon, though."

Steve and Kate had become professionals at hiding him inside of the cabin. Hiding Kate had never been a problem at his house, considering his parents were never home, but Steve, especially because of his days of sneaking into other girls' houses (at one point, he'd even become good at sneaking into the trailer when she had moved to Hawkins), had never failed to hide away from Hopper whenever he wasn't supposed to be at the cabin. Steve would either hide until Hopper and Kate had finished their conversation, or he would go out the window and walk around the house and meet them at the front door.

Hopper, however, wasn't that stupid.

It was times like this that he recalled the night she'd gotten so hurt. He remembered it so clearly it was like it was yesterday. That night, Hopper had been glad he hadn't made any promises to his daughter about keeping her out of the hospital.

The doctors had cleared Steve to leave after about an hour or two, but, of course, they had wanted to keep Kate for at least a day to make sure everything was working properly. With the wounds she'd had, it was almost impressive that she hadn't bled out and died before they got there. She'd been promised by the hospital staff that they'd try their best to get her out by Tuesday morning, but for now, she had to stay.

Until then, she had Steve and Hopper to keep her company.

Steve had been told he wasn't allowed to sleep for another twenty-four hours. Because of it, he'd already decided that whenever the sun came up, he'd have to drink something with caffeine in it, even though doctors had recommended avoiding it. He knew he wouldn't be able to last that long without it, and he knew that was better than going to sleep.

"You okay, kid?" Hopper had asked, pulling him out of his thoughts.

"As okay as I can be, I guess," he'd replied, looking to Kate again. She had already fallen asleep; they'd found her own concussion to be much less severe than his own, meaning she could go to sleep for two hours at a time before being woken up again. He hadn't been upset about it, but glad—she'd been awake since she'd left his house Saturday morning.

"You didn't want to call your parents?"

"No," he replied quickly. The more he'd thought about it, he'd been glad he was eighteen—the hospital wasn't required to call his parents. "I'd rather keep them out of it. Makes it a lot less confusing."

Hopper had nodded, looking at his daughter in the hospital bed. Since she'd been cleaned up, Kate had looked much more peaceful than she had been before. As she'd slept, the marks of stress had disappeared from her face, her worried stature melting away. Neither Steve nor Hopper could remember a time she'd seemed so at peace, but it still hadn't comforted either of them.

"You know, I don't think she realized how hurt she was," Steve had said after a minute of silence. "I mean, she was trying so hard to convince everyone she was okay."

"Yeah, that's because she's stubborn."

Both of them had laughed, looking back at her again.

"Yeah. Yeah, that's for sure."

Hopper had sighed. "I wish she would've just stayed with you yesterday."

Steve had turned to him sharply. "What?"

"I'm not stupid, kid. I know she went to your place after our fight."

He'd scratched the back of his neck. "Oh, yeah… I'm sorry she stayed so long, tha–that's kinda my fault. I mean, I convinced her to stay an extra night, and that morning whenever I woke up, she was gone. She left a note for me saying she was gonna try to make things better with you."

Hopper had nodded in response. "I'm glad you were there for her, kid. I shouldn't have been so rough on her."

Steve had stifled a laugh. "You know, I think in a weird way, I… I think it was a good thing. She would've done it for me. She has done it for me."

When Hopper hadn't replied to him, they both only watched Kate in silence, hoping that somehow, all of this would go away tomorrow.

Whenever he thought of it now, Hopper only thought about how far his daughter had come, even if she still had her downfalls. That's why the "ask no questions, hear no lies" policy they'd adopted a while back extended to her and Steve, too—he knew it was better not to know what they did.

"Ah." Hopper knew there was a very high chance that Steve had already been in his house that night, but he wasn't going to ask about it.

He had found Steve countless times in her room well after a boy should've been in his home, especially in his daughter's room, her bed, but he had never had the will to bring it up to either of them. He knew it seemed insane, especially because of how strict he was toward El and Mike, but when he thought about it, it immediately brought him back to the first few weeks after that night—the night he'd almost lost Kate for real. She'd wake up in the middle of the night, out of breath, screaming and crying because of those things tearing at her flesh. But one day, those nightmares had stopped coming, or, at least, they didn't happen near as often. He imagined that was when the boy had started sneaking in through her window. Hopper hadn't ever had the heart to say anything to them because Steve had helped her get through them, held her, told her everything was going to be okay, and he wouldn't let her go until Kate had fallen asleep again, hopefully not to be haunted by them anymore.

He'd never said anything about it because Steve had kept his daughter safe, just like he'd made him promise that night.

"So, what's up?"

"It's El. And Mike."

Kate sighed. "Dad, I know it's annoying, but—"

"It's constant!" Hopper said, cutting Kate off. "Can you try talking to her or something? I mean, you and Steve don't act that way."

"If it comes from me, it isn't as effective," Kate reasoned. "You know that. We've tried that." Before Hopper could reply, a knock sounded from the front door. She quickly walked over to the door, opening it to find Steve again. "Hey, sailor man."

He sighed, motioning down to himself. He'd put on a different shirt and had changed into a pair of shorts he'd left at Kate's house before. "Can't make the joke when I'm not in the uniform."

"Maybe Steve can talk to them? Both of you?"

"Wait, what's going on?" Steve asked.

Kate sighed. "You really don't want to be pulled into this. It's just… El and Mike are really… affectionate."

"Constantly," Hopper added.

"Oh," was all Steve could say. El and Mike? They were fourteen! Granted, he was doing the same exact thing at their age, probably even worse, but he conveniently didn't remember it that way. "I mean, I don't know."

Kaet shook her head. "I've talked to Mike and El about it before and nothing's changed. It has to be from you, Dad."

"Yeah, that should work," Steve said, nodding. "I mean, what are they doing? Just kissing?"

"All the time," Hopper said, putting his hands to his head. "I mean, you two don't do that, right?"

They both looked at each other shaking their heads. "No, uh, we just… eat a lot of ice cream."

Hopper nodded, sighing. "Figures."

"Ask Joyce about it tomorrow, okay? She'll know a lot better than either of us," Kate said. "Besides, it gives you an excuse to see her."

When his face grew angrier, she stifled a laugh, taking Steve's hand and walking toward her bedroom door. Before her father could argue, she said, "Don't worry, I haven't forgotten. Three inches."

Hopper gave a small smile and waved. "Night."

As she kept a small crack in the door, Hopper wasn't so worried about them as he heard the two talk, laugh. With them, he never felt like implementing the "three-inch" rule, even if they followed it strictly for Mike and El's sake (at least, when they knew he was there), because he trusted them more. That, and he definitely liked Steve a lot more than he liked Mike. At least he didn't antagonize him.

Even though he knew he probably shouldn't have, he trusted them, and, more importantly, trusted Steve with his daughter.

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squishablesunbeam · 2 years

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The Palette Pt. 15: The Fire

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No animals are harmed!!

TW: dehumanization, whumpee as an object, arson, drugging, kidnapping

Mark was sleeping fitfully until the sound of a dog barking shot like an alarm blaring through his subconscious. He felt ice water chill down his spine as he shot out of bed. It was all of the dogs. They were all barking.

Jesse.

Mark ran to Jesse's room and found him still shockingly sound asleep.

He moved to the side of the bed and laid a hand on his shoulder, shaking gently.

“Jesse, hey you need to wake up.”

His eyes slowly opened and then he sat up fast, hearing the commotion from all the dogs. His eyes darted around until he finally registered Mark holding his shoulders and looked right at him.

“You with me?” Jesse nodded firmly, “Okay, we need to go. Right now.”

Mark helped Jesse climb out of bed and they went out to the living room. Some of the dogs had already gone out the dog door, all the others were pacing nervously and sniffing at the door. Mark drew the curtain back and looked out the window.

“Oh my god, the garage is on fire.”

Mark's heart slammed in his chest. He quickly pulled on his boots and told Jesse to do the same.

“Listen, I don't know what's happening but I need you to stay right by my side okay. Can you do that?”

Mark could smell smoke now. Jesse nodded, his eyes wide, as Mark pulled out his phone and called 911.

“911 dispatch. What's your emergency?”

“Yeah, I'm at 3976 Cedar Brook Lane. My garage is on fire.”

He dropped the phone on the counter, grabbed Jesse by the hand and ran outside. Mark scanned the property. The dogs were frantic. He knew this was Drew Pike. It had to be. He couldn't risk leaving Jesse in the house with the fire already engulfing the garage. He needed to try and stop the fire before it moved over to the house but it wouldn't be long before that happened. And what if that was Drew's plan? Draw him out so he could break in and take him. Bringing him out in the open didn't feel right either but he'd rather have Jesse by his side than not.

They went to the hose and turned it on full blast. Mark did his best to soak the top and sides of the garage but there was no way it would be enough. The fire was strong and quickly eating up the old wood. He could feel Jesse pressed in against his back, his forehead against his shoulder and his fists holding onto the back of his shirt. As long as he could feel him, he was safe.

Something popped loudly and they both flinched back from the garage, smoke billowing from the old rafters.

Suddenly, Jesse gasped.

“Lyra!”

He yelled out and started running towards the garage before Mark caught him by the waist and dragged him back.

“No! Please! I have to get Lyra!”

Jesse knew the old barn cat usually slept in the garage. Mark could hear her meowing. He knew Jesse could too.

“Jesse, I can't leave you.”

“PLEASE!” Tears were streaming down his face and he struggled to pull himself from Mark's grip, “She'll die! Mark please! You have to help her!”

He looked to the garage. The left side of the structure was filled with smoke but hadn't caught fire yet. They could still hear her.

Shit.

Mark scanned the property again. He couldn't see anyone. The dogs were everywhere.

He pressed his forehead to Jesse's and squeezed his shoulders tight.

“Okay,” Jesse looked at him with hope and so much fear in his eyes, “You stay right here, okay. Listen to me. If you see anyone but me, you scream, as loud as you can. If anyone tries to take you, you have my permission to fight. Do you understand?”

He wasn't sure if he really did, confusion crossing Jesse's face, but he nodded anyway.

Mark kissed his forehead and ran into the garage.

It couldn't have taken him more than three minutes to find Lyra. The smoke was thick and stung at his eyes, burning its way into his lungs. He grabbed her up from under the boxes she had decided to hide under and ran back outside. His eyes searching for Jesse immediately.

No.

Mark dropped the cat. He couldn't breathe.

“JESSE?”

He heard an engine behind the house just as he heard sirens coming from the other direction.

He took off running.

“No!”

Careening around the corner, he caught site of Cali running through the woods. She was an old dog and couldn't run very fast but she still had so much spirit in her. He caught up to her and called for her to stop, hooking a finger in her collar. She had blood smeared on her face. He quickly looked her over and it didn't seem like the blood was hers.

“Good girl! You're such a good girl! Go back home.” She whined and watched him as he ran into a full sprint down the trail. He could still hear the engine but it was getting farther and farther away. He stopped short at the top of a hill. An ATV was already speeding up the other side of the valley, a big box attached to the back.

“You mother fucker! JESSE!!”

The man looked back and gunned it.

Mark ran. He ran until the ATV disappeared. He ran until the sound no longer reached his ears. He ran until he couldn't anymore.

The world around the edges of his vision started to darken, his lungs heaving in air he swore no longer existed.

He dropped to his knees, his fingers digging into the dirt under his hands as he gripped the earth. He was panicking. Mark could barely drag in enough air to clear his vision. He shook his head hard and screamed.

Jesse was gone.

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Well fuck.

Drew wrapped a towel around his bloody hand and tried to concentrate on steering the van down the highway with all the adrenaline pumping through his veins. He'd planned on preventing a dog bite, even wore these hideous canvas pants and jacket to prevent just that. It was a good thing too. That damn old dog had gotten a hold of his arm and about dragged him off of the moving ATV.

He wasn't planning on the fucking palette biting him!

He lifted up his throbbing hand, seeing blood trickle down his forearm. Little shit.

Drew looked in the back of the van through his rear view mirror and grinned. He got it though. The thing was easy enough to subdue once he stuck the needle into its neck. The palette was out cold in seconds and now sleeping soundly in its box. Where it belonged.

He'd seen the fucking bedroom that man had made up for it. Who does that!? A thing needed to understand its place. It was a disservice to treat an object other than what it was. Cruel even.

This disaster was a direct result of such blatant negligence.

It was nothing Drew couldn't fix though.

He would keep it in the box long enough for the thing to remember what it truly was.

Drew's heart was thrumming with excitement. He gripped the steering wheel and sped off the exit that would take him back into the city.

I wouldn't be long now.

Soon enough, the palette would finally take up its proper place.

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angiezidler205 · 3 months

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Dinner Date

Valentine's Day Rockbert Special fanfic

Rocko just got home fast and ran up the stairs to shower. Heffer just told him at work that Melba is single now and she's going to the diner alone. This is his chance to walk in unexpectedly, sit next to her, start a conversation, and ask her out!! He grew excited as he can finally be with the girl of his dreams! He finished showering and rushed to the mirror and fixed his hair. He had to look perfect! He must be perfect!! He grabbed a grocery bag and pulled out some mints and cologne. He sprayed himself everywhere and made sure nothing was left out. He shoved at least five breath mints in his mouth and felt his mouth freeze. He rushed out of the restroom and got in his room to put on a nice suit. He then rushed downstairs to feed Spunky and give him water, then left the door. He got into his car and drove off in speed, melting the ice in his mouth.

Meanwhile a certain Beaver was at a restaurant across from the diner. Norbert was sitting in the booth for about an hour, waiting for his blind date to come by. He was wearing a nice suit with his hair combed nicely. Yet.. Waiting for an hour in the booth is driving him nuts to where he fiddled with his hair and messed it up. The embarrassment was slowly kicking in due to everyone staring at him with sympathy. The waitress soon came by, “Are you ready to order sir?”. Norbert shook his head, “Not yet. Still waiting for my date to come in. I hope nothing happened to him.”. The waitress nodded sadly and left the beaver alone. Norbert rested his face on his hand and decided to never make a dating account again. He was supposed to meet up with a tall handsome kangaroo, but he guessed that the guy had Other things to do..

Rocko finally made it to the diner and looked to see Melba sitting there reading the menu. He grew excited and looked around hoping to find something to give to her. He found a happy flower shop and parked at the parking lot and walked inside. He looked around and noticed the old couple looking out the window. “Uhhh excuse me? I was hoping I could buy some flowers for someone!”, Rocko politely asked. The woman looked at him and smiled, “Ohh what a handsome gentleman you are. We have all sorts of flowers here for any guy to buy for the lovely partner.”. Rocko smiled and noticed a bouquet of lavender roses. “How much for those roses?”, Rocko asked while pulling out the bouquet. The color reminds him of those amethyst eyes he had. His heart stopped at this. Melba doesn't have amethyst eyes… He then realized that he was thinking about Norbert's eyes. The lady smiled at this, “Thinking of someone dearie? My husband makes the exact expression when he thinks of me. Or his favorite food.”. The old man chuckled, “Mostly you darling. I can't help but remember the day I laid my eyes on you.”. Rocko watched as the couple giggled at each other.

Norbert sighed as he looked at his watch and noticed it's been over an hour since he got here. It was already getting late and the restaurant closed soon. He looked at the diner and thought about going there instead. Yet he remembered that the diner closes at the same time as the restaurant. He felt eyes on him and noticed some couples talking about that he deserves better. Of course he does!! He has to get out of his comfort zone and try to move on. Try to find a different partner to be with. Someone kind, loving, understanding, sweet, shy, chubby, and with sapphire eyes. Just like Rocko.. His eyes widened and face grew red as he thought about his best friend. Well… More of a crush. He's been falling for him almost every time Rocko does something silly or super sweet.

He'd honestly wanted to ask him out before, but was afraid that he wasn't interested. He always talked about Melba and just yesterday he was talking about how Melba came back to town to visit her family. He sounded in love and kept complimenting her. His heart shattered at this and knew that he'd never be like her. Normally he'd fight but he didn't want to go through the same tango again with TreeFlower… That always ended with his heart breaking bit by bit. So it's useless to fight for the Wallaby.. He needs to find another Wallaby. I mean. Another partner!!!

Rocko left the shop holding a bouquet of roses and walked towards his car. He got inside and began to drive towards the diner. All of a sudden something catches his eye. A familiar blonde hair in a booth at the fancy restaurant. He parked his car in a large parking lot that can be used for Both the diner and restaurant. He rushed towards the window and saw Norbert there looking so.. Sad.. Why is he sitting at a restaurant alone and dressed up? He then looked at the candle and noticed how it was already burnt out at the bottom. He's been in there for too long… Was he supposed to meet someone?! Why is he finding a new date? Is he tired of hanging out with him?? He had the sudden urge to go in there and pretend to be his date yet he looked behind him to see Melba already eating. His heart clenched and his mind raced. Why is this so hard?! Norbert is already going on a date! But he's been stood up! Melba is single now! But she doesn't love him!

Rocko's eyes widened at this. Melba doesn't even love him at all. She only saw him as a friend and nothing more. Last time Melba saw his confession, she ran off… Norbert though… He loved talking to him, laughing at his jokes, making silly nicknames for him, and how he was himself. Rocko felt his heart flutter at Norbert's smile everytime he talks about a funny memory. He rushed inside his car and drove back to the flower shop and ran inside. He placed the bouquet down on the counter, “I need a bouquet that compliments amethysts please.”.

Norbert grew tired of waiting and checked the time. Two hours before closing… He's been here for two hours already and if he keeps waiting it'll be four hours instead. He was just about to get up until the door slammed open and he turned around to see a bouquet of beautiful flowers in front of him. “I'm so sorry for being late!! My boss had me stay for another two hours and my phone was shut off! I hope these flowers can make up for the time you've waited here!”, Rocko panted while looking down. Norbert's eyes widened and his face flushed red, “R-Rocko?? What are you doing here??”. Rocko leaned close and whispered gently, “Just go with it. I'll explain later on.”. Norbert nodded and took the bouquet, “It's ok Rocko. I had a feeling that your boss was behind this scenario.”. Rocko smiled and sat in front of him, “I uhhh. T-Those flowers.. I-I got the ones that compliment your beautiful eyes. I mean! Your amethyst eyes!”.

Norbert stifled a laugh and heard a few couples awe at this. The waitress finally came back and smiled wide, “Are you two ready to order?”. Norbert nodded, “The special please with red wine.”. The waitress nodded and rushed to the kitchen. Rocko then looked at him and tilted his head in concern, “How long were you here?”. Norbert shrugged, “About two hours. My date was supposed to be here but I guess he bailed on me.. It's fine tho… Gives me a good reason to not use a dating site.”. Rocko felt anger take over but calmed himself, “Well he is not a gentleman at all. He should be ashamed of himself for treating a beautiful beaver like yourself. You honestly deserve better Norbert. Not that hunk of garbage! Oh my! S-Sorry I don't know what got over me.”. Rocko looked down embarrassed and ashamed for saying these things. Norbert on the other hand was blushing up a storm. He felt his heart race at how Rocko called him beautiful. He shook the thought out of his head. He's just doing this out of pity, or to probably get free food.. No! Rocko wouldn't use him for that!

“Appreciate the awful defini-shion of Roderick, but you didn't have to replace him. I was going to leave myself and go home.”, Norbert calmly said. Rocko shook his head, “I wanted to Norb.”. Norbert chuckled and looked out the window, “Listen Rocky Road. You didn't need to do this. By the look of your outfit, you were about to do something before me being stood up changed your mind. Why not just go do what you were going to do and I'll take the food to go.”. Rocko felt a bit hurt by this but he had a feeling Norb would act that way. He was stood up, of course he'd be depressed about it. He sighed and slid to the side to get up. Norbert felt his heart slowly begin to break but he felt him sit next to him and pull him into a hug.

“To be honest, I was going to go to the diner to meet Melba and try to win her heart. I thought that I'll have a chance to be with her and maybe just be her new partner. Yet.. I realized now that I was. I wasn't in love with her anymore.”, Rocko said softly as he felt his heart race. Norbert stiffed at this a bit and his heart raced. Rocko continued, “It was a lost cause because she'll never love me as I did for her a long time ago. So I went to you instead because I realized something..”. Rocko felt his heart racing and his palms grew sweaty. Ok here goes. He's going to confess then try to ask him out! Norbert felt his heart racing even faster and he turned around looking at the Wallaby full of hope.

“Here's your meals and red wine! Oh! Sorry, are we interrupting??”, The waitress said, a bit embarrassed. Rocko immediately shook his head, “N-No no it's ok! Uhhh N-Norbert are you ready to eat?”. Norbert was a bit frustrated that they were interrupted but he was starving. He nodded as he got ready to eat and noticed the large spaghetti, with garlic rolls on the side, and red wine poured into their glasses. Norbert saw the candle getting replaced and lit up. As the waiters left them alone, Rocko held up a glass in front of Norbert. Norbert smiled and grabbed his glass and lifted it up. “I.. I wanted to thank you for accepting me for who I am. When I'm with you Norb. I don't feel so alone or walking on eggshells. I can be myself and talk about my modern life with you without any judgment. I feel more myself when I'm with you and I.. Wanted to thank you for that.”, Rocko said while smiling softly at him. Norbert felt his heart melt and looked into his eyes, “I wanted to thank you too, Rocko. You are the most caring, sweetest, gentle Wallaby I ever met since the bar. To be honest.. After the break-up with TreeFlower I was lost. I couldn't find a way out of the dark room until. You came into my life and opened the door to freedom. I never felt so happy before and I can finally let go of that past and focus on myself for once. And it's all thanks to you.”.

Rocko felt his face flush a bit and smiled warmly, “Well. To us then. For helping each other with difficult situations.”. Norbert chuckled and tapped his glass against his, “To us. For understanding and making each other laugh like there's no tomorrow.”. They both drank the wine and began to eat the large plate of spaghetti. They both had a blast at the restaurant. Rocko tried to feed Norbert the meatball, but immediately Norbert said something about “You would give me your balls”. Immediately Rocko ate it and looked away red, while Norbert laughed while trying to take it back. Norbert tried to make a sandwich out of the rolls but it failed miserably, earning a loud laugh from the Wallaby. Then they were eating the spaghetti and nearly met in a kiss but Rocko had to slurp up the remaining noodle, taking the one in Norbert's mouth as well. Norbert had to bring that up and laughed how Rocko grew more red at that.

“Hey it's not that bad! I can give you a real quick kiss if you want Rock-a-Noodle!”, Norbert laughed and made kissing noises to him. Rocko pushed him away softly and laughed, “Not in here Norbert!”. They both froze at this and Norbert felt his face flush. Did he just say that he'll give him a real kiss?! Rocko felt his face flush more red. Did he just say not in here?! They looked at each other and then looked away embarrassed. Rocko slowly looked at Norbert and noticed the way the candle light made his hair glow brighter than before. He wanted to kiss him yet they weren't even dating yet! He wanted to ask him out, but he didn't want to be pushy! Norbert felt his heart skip a few beats and his face burning. He wanted to just grab him by the shirt and kiss him already! Yet he didn't want to be demanding or pushy about it. But it wouldn't hurt to ask him out right? Norbert took a deep breath and turned to face him.

Rocko's heart stuttered as the light made his eyes shine a bit brighter and the flowers behind him made them look more beautiful. He felt himself get closer to him. Norbert stared into those lovely sapphire eyes to where he hadn't even noticed the Wallaby getting closer to him. Rocko felt his eyes grow lower as he was about to pucker his lips but. Their noses bonked each other a bit and their faces grew more red at this. Rocko backed away quickly and covered his nose, “S-Sorry!”. Norbert was surprised at this and rubbed his nose softly. Was Rocko about to? Rocko looked away embarrassed, “I apologize for uhh b-bonking our noses together! Uhhh I was. I mean. I was trying to. Not to be demanding or pushy I just!”.

The waitress came back and smiled, “Here's your bill! And the restaurant will be closing in about five minutes. Would you like for me to give you a box to go?”. Norbert nodded, “Maybe a red wine to go as well please?”. He was about to give the waitress the cash but Rocko gave her his card. The waitress smiled and left with his card and Norbert looked at him shocked, “I was going to get that Rocko!”. Rocko looked at him, “I uhh. A-As your date I insist t-that I pay for our meals.”. Norbert felt his heart flutter at his silly shenanigans and smiled, “You are such a gentleman. But I'm placing the tip down. I owe that waitress a lot after everything.”. Rocko nodded and looked down. He nearly kissed his lips. He was about to kiss his lips!! That was too forward! The waitress and back with his card, boxes, and a new wine bottle. Norbert gave her twenty for being very patient and as the waitress left happy they got ready to leave.

Norbert smiled as they exited, “Thank you for a wonderful time Rocko. I hope you make it home safe.”. Rocko tilted his head, “You're leaving already?”. Norbert looked at him confused, “You had more plans?”. Rocko felt his face flush and looked down, “I-I was wondering if you.. Wanted to come over to my house and uhh. S-Share some wine together!”. Norbert was even more confused and thought about it. His eyes then widened and his face flushed more red. He smiled a bit and walked up to him, “I'd like that.”. He kissed Rocko's cheek, the same spot he kissed when they first met, and walked towards the parking lot. Rocko felt his cheek and smiled. He then followed him, not noticing the two old couples stared at them smiling. “What a lovely couple. I told you that he loved that beaver.”, The wife said as she kissed her husband's head. Her husband chuckled, “You really are a love match professional.”.

#crackship #rocko's modern life #angry beavers #rockbert #headcanon #valentines day

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Chapter Six

The world’s worst first kiss

A Heart of Ice - Jack Frost x fem!Reader

Chapter Five, masterpost

Word count: 2084

Summary: as is wont of high-adrenaline activities, the race to collect the most teeth ends in a very impulsive decision on Jack’s part.

Notes: prepare for like, an avalanche of cringey-ness and awkwardness and second hand embarrassment. You have been warned (also I apologise for my writing ability of action scenes, or in this case, lack thereof).

“Quickly, quickly!” North laughed, leaping from roof to roof.

“Hop to it rabbit, I’m five teeth ahead!” Jack shouted, sliding down the side of a roof and past Bunny.

“And I’m two ahead of you,” you laughed, flashing into view beside him. You disappeared almost immediately, but you were there just long enough for him to catch your smile. It had been a while since he’d seen you look like that, so bright and happy. Nothing weighing you down, just pure joy. But while he wanted to just watch you, to focus on the gleam in your eyes and -- for lack of a better phrase -- the spring in your step, he couldn’t help but notice the eerie similarity between your movements and Pitch Black’s.

You knew each other, that much was clear, but how closely? There were things that you didn’t talk about with him, things that he now knew better than to ask about, and the time before you’d met him was one of them. “The only important bits are after I found you,” you liked to say, and while the words sent a thrill through him every time, he wished you’d just drop the veil you kept pulled over your past. “You didn’t find me, I found you,” he’d say in return -- prodding you for more information never worked, he’d found that out the hard way -- and the two of you would be back to the easy banter and joking that tied you together like... well, like two things that were tied together.

“Keep up, Jack!” you called from ahead, laughing back at him. With a start, Jack realised he’d frozen in place. He shook his head, taking off after you again.

“Look, I’d tell you to stay out of my way,” Bunny said as Jack drew up beside him, “but really, what’s the point ‘cause you won’t be able to keep up anyway! You’re way too busy watching her, mate.”

“Is that a challenge, cotton tail?” he asked, ignoring the part about you.

��Oho, you don’t wanna race a rabbit, mate.” The rabbit leaped sideways onto another building, darting a head a few paces.

“Wait since when was it a race?” you shouted, appearing in front of Jack.

“About a second ago,” he called back, grinning. You shrugged, then disappeared again.

“A race? Is it a race?” North asked, popping up from a chimney. “This is going to be epic!” With each word, he sent a plume of soot into the air as he jumped through the chimneys.

“Four bicuspids over there,” Tooth babbled, zooming along beneath Jack. “An incisor two blocks east! Is that a molar? They’re everywhere! Oh—” She broke off, slamming into a billboard.

“Are you ok?” he asked, pausing to check on her.

“I’m fine,” she laughed, rubbing her nose. “Sorry, it’s been a really long time since I’ve been out in the field.”

“How long is a long time?”

She grinned sheepishly, running a hand over her arm. “440 years, give or take.” She gasped, then zoomed past him, heading straight for a window.

Jack stared after her, not sure how to take that. He knew you’d become Cupid 500 years ago, but if Tooth was the tooth fairy before she became an actual Guardian then… He shook his head, he was falling behind.

“You wanna get a wriggle on?” A voice came from beside him, and he jumped. You were crouched on the top of the billboard, a sack held in one hand, your hair floating about your face and your skin shining bright silvery-gold. You smiled, raising an eyebrow at him. “I’m gonna beat you.”

“No you’re—” Jack stopped, sighing. You were already gone. “Not.” He glanced at the baby tooth fairy beside him, and it chittered, shrugging. “Let’s go get some teeth, eh?”

It ended up being a full-on war. Jack ran into the others a few times, wrestling for teeth with them (though not literally) and sabotaging everyone at every move. Except you, but he didn’t know how he would have done that even if he’d wanted to. How did you trick someone who can literally teleport?

“Wow,” Tooth said when she was finally presented with the sacks of teeth. “You guys collect teeth and leave gifts almost as fast as my fairies!”

“Wait, gifts?” you asked, your arm sagging. “Since when are we supposed to leave a fucking gift?”

“You guys… didn’t leave gifts?” Tooth asked, looking aghast. At your cussing or at the lack of gifts, Jack wasn’t sure.

“Uh, we… didn’t realise?” he ventured, cringing.

“Coin laundry down the road,” you shrugged, swinging your sack over your shoulder. “I bet I can beat you guys leaving gifts too.”

“You didn’t beat—” he started, but you were gone.

“Does that get annoying?” North asked, staring at the spot you had been standing in.

“Yeah,” Jack muttered, stepping into the air and riding the breeze down to where he could make out a figure crouched by the door, lit up like a beacon.

“Shh!” you said before he could even open his mouth, hunching over the door handle. “Almost got it.”

“Huh?” he frowned, stepping closer. “Are you picking the lock?”

“Mhm,” you mumbled, then grunted in satisfaction as the handle clicked, swinging open. You stood back, turning around and shoving something into your pocket. “Whoo!” you grinned, “what a night, huh?”

“Yeah,” he agreed, but he was only half listening. God, seeing you like this was almost worth being kidnapped by Yetis and facing off Pitch Black.

“Hey, hello, Earth to Jack?” you laughed, waving a hand in front of his face. God, he hoped you didn't do that psychic thing on him. That would be so embarrassing.

“Jack to Earth,” he replied.

“So, we gonna get a head start on those losers or what?” You bit your lip, pushing the door further open.

“Are you seriously robbing a coin laundry?”

You shrugged. “Yep, sure looks like it.”

Jack didn’t say anything else, just rolled his eyes and followed you inside. You knelt at the machine, your brow furrowed in concentration as you reached your arm up inside it. You wriggled around a bit, then grinned and withdrew your arm. There was a clatter, then a handful of coins fell onto the tray. You scooped them up, handing them to him.

“Wait for me, yeah?” You shoved your arm back up the slot, the tip of your tongue protruding between your lips.

“Of course,” Jack said, dropping the coins into his pocket.

“Alright.” You stood up with another handful of coins. “Ready Freddy?”

“Who’s Freddy?”

“I dunno.” You pushed the door open, holding it for him. “So are you ready or not?”

“Did you rob coin laundry?” North’s voice interrupted, coming up behind you.

You sighed. “I liberated some petty cash, it should thank me.”

“Sounds like something a robber’d say,” Bunny grunted.

“I opened the door,” you protested, “now you can get some cash too. Anyways, Jack?” You held out your arm, and he took it, stepping with you up onto a cool night breeze.

“Later!” he grinned, waving down at the other Guardians.

“I’ll see you round then,” you winked as soon as you were out of their sight.

“Wait, what?”

“I’m not helping you,” you snorted. “I still gotta whoop your ass as well as everyone else’s.” You gave a mock salute, then you were gone.

“(Y/N),” Jack growled in frustration. He delivered the gifts quickly, but soon he only had one left. It seemed fitting that he visited Jamie to give it to him, so that was where he went. He crept through the window, but froze as soon as he got in there. Tooth was standing by the bed, Jamie’s tooth held carefully between her fingers.

“Left central incisor,” she whispered, looking up at him. “Knocked out in a freak sledding accident. I wonder how that could have happened, Jack.”

“Kids, huh?” he laughed, inspecting Jamie’s drawing of him flying through the air on the sleigh, his friends beneath him.

“This was always the part I liked most,” Tooth continued, slipping a coin under his pillow. “Seeing the kids. Why did I ever stop doing this?”

Jack glanced between her and Jamie’s sleeping face, unsure what to say. “It’s a little different up close, huh?”

“Thanks for being here, Jack.” The fairy smiled, resting a hand on his shoulder. “I wish I’d known about your memory, and (Y/N)’s. I could have helped you.”

“Yeah well…” he shifted, painfully aware of your absence now that she’d mentioned it. “Let’s just get you taken care of. Then it’s Pitch’s turn.”

“Hey are you guys…?” As if summoned by his thoughts, you materialised just inside the window. You stopped mid-sentence, glancing between him and Tooth, at her hand still on his shoulder, then at the sleeping child between them. “Am I interrupting something?”

“No,” Tooth smiled, “but I got the feeling Jack wanted to talk to you.”

“Wait what--?” Jack started, at the same time as you said;

“Huh?” tilting your head to the side. “What’s up?”

“Nothing’s up,” he answered, “the sky is up. The moon is up, the stars are up—”

“Yeah, ok, I get it.” You rolled your eyes, stepping back towards the window sill. “I’m up now, too. On the roof.” With that you disappeared, presumably to the roof.

Jack stumbled forwards as Tooth gave his shoulder a push, almost knocking one of Jamie’s toys off the shelf. “What was that for?” he hissed, jerking his head to indicate where you had been.

“I think you have some things to tell her, don’t you?” she asked, raising an eyebrow.

Was he really that obvious? He knew he looked at you sometimes, he couldn’t help it really, but he’d just assumed that everyone would put it down to either your friendship, or the fact that you literally glowed. You kind of tended to draw the eye. And yeah, maybe he’d had… thoughts about you, when he woke up with you pressed against him, or when you were dancing alone in the corner of a crowded club, but what person wouldn’t have? He snorted. “Last I checked, she was Cupid, not you.”

“Just go,” she urged, shooing him towards the window.

It was clear outside, and cold. Perfect to see the moon in all its glory. You were waiting for him, the stubby end of a mostly smoked joint between your fingers. You glanced down at it, then sighed and flicked it into the gutter.

“That’s not very environmentally conscious of you,” Jack pointed out, coming to stand beside you.

“It’ll biodegrade,” you shrugged, staring up at the moon. “What was Tooth on about?”

“I… don’t know,” he lied, his stomach swirling with butterflies. You were so gorgeous standing there, still glowing, with the night air making tiny puffs of steam whenever you exhaled. The moonlight made your usual goldenness appear silver.

“Yeah you do, what’s up?” You turned to face him, a tiny wrinkle creasing your brow. “You know you can tell me, right?”

“Yeah, I know, I just…” Jack stopped, sighing.

“Is everything alright?” your hand came to rest on his arm, your eyes searching his face. He could feel the warmth of your skin though his jacket, and suddenly he wanted nothing more than to touch you. To run his hands through your hair, feel your skin against his, hear your laugh in his ear.

“(Y/N)—” he started, but his voice came out hoarse and barely a whisper. You tilted your head to the side again, like you were listening for something only you could hear. And then, before he really knew what was happening, he was leaning forwards and pressing his lips against yours, his hand sliding around your waist and pulling you closer to him.

You stiffened, and for a second he thought you were going to kiss him back. But you didn’t, you just kind of stood there completely rigid. He let go, drawing back, his cheeks flaming. He thought he might spontaneously combust, right then, right there.

You bit your lip, looking away.

“Sorry,” Jack muttered, turning away. He had to get out of there, had to get away from you.

“Jack I—” you reached a hand out after him, but he ignored it. He didn’t think he’d ever been so embarrassed in his life.

“Sorry, (Y/N).” He said again, walking quickly away from you.

Chapter Seven

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