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crimsonophelia · 3 years

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I came across this blog by pure chance and to say I’m in love with your work would be a COMPLETE understatement <3 If you don’t mind, could I request an imagine involving Diluc and a femme maid reader? The reader has feelings for Diluc, but knowing the consequences of what would happen if she were to even try anything with him, she instead devotes all of her love and care into her work—cooking him extra hearty breakfasts, staying up late well into the night to welcome Diluc home after his duties as the Darknight Hero and to help patch up any wounds he might have acquired, etcetera—entirely unaware of Diluc subconsciously picking up her signs and slowly growing fond of her for it.

It all comes to light when the reader makes a passing comment about being excited to take care of Diluc’s children someday. (“Well, who wouldn’t be excited to take care of their own children?” “...My own children? I was talking about your children, Master Diluc.”) And Diluc promptly ends up struck with the realization that he can see no one else take care of him and his future family better than the reader herself (as his wife, perhaps? 😉)

I apologize if my request was a little specific, feel free to absolutely take any creative liberty with it—just the honor of you writing it would be MORE than enough. Thank you, and I hope you have a truly wonderful day! <3

featuring: diluc x fem!reader

warnings: none

published: april 23 2021

form: imagine

a/n: anon you’re so nice i’m gonna cry TTTT but really, you flatter me, and i also love this request. diluc deserves soft domesticity. i hope you like it, my dear! <3

mondstadt around windblume festival was always quite busy. the knights were busy setting up the decorations around the favonius headquarters, and all the local businesses were preparing for extra-heavy business during the season.

dawn winery was no exception. the ragnvindr family, led by young master diluc, made lucrative incomes during this time of the year, what with all the young lovers courting one another left and right, feeding the city’s wine, restaurant, and flower businesses. the winery also leveraged its monopoly on mondstadt’s most diverse selection of wines and spirits, and hosted numerous winery and vineyard tours throughout the course of the windblume festival.

needless to say, the staff and owners of the dawn winery were not short of chores and tasks that needed to be completed in order to prepare for incoming business. you were certainly no exception, as a maid of the winery, and by extension, the ragnvindr estate.

you were tasked with decorating the interior of the winery with various floral arrangements of what they liked to call “windblumes”, but in reality were just a number of other flowers that vaguely fit the description. the rest of the maids were outdoors, preparing the vineyard for the wine tours and marking which barrels of wine would be made available to visitors on the wine tours.

though you were rather abashed, you hoped that this would be an opportunity to find some time to be alone with master diluc. you would never openly admit to yourself your painful longing you felt for the master of the estate, the beautiful man with the flaming hair. regardless, it was unbecoming of a maid to think such things about her employer. having a roof over your head and a stable income was already more than you could ever ask for.

but you couldn’t help but to feel a certain way whenever the young man occupied the same room as you, his presence so large yet so humble, always conscious of those around him. ever since he was a boy, when you had first met him, he had nothing to offer but kindness.

it was years of him returning to the estate in the ungodly hours of the night, covered in cuts and bruises, in which you patched him up, never asking more than “where does it hurt the most”, during which you fell for him as fast as his bandages turned as bloody red as his silken hair.

it was years of you two sneaking glances at eachother, summers in which you and the maids were out under the sun, counting the season’s harvests, where you would catch diluc’s eyes roaming you and only. and when you met his gaze, he would turn away, bashful as a naughty child, and cheeks dusting a rosy pink, almost as dark as the grapes he so loved to walk amongst.

leaving your memories and returning to your duties, you continued to string up the lanyards of cecilias and lilies across the darkwood of the winery foyer. the flora was indeed, quite pretty, although their lightness did clash a little with the dark and brooding mahogany bookshelves you were pinning them onto. reaching up to try and place some cecilias onto the top shelf, you realized that your fingers could only reach a few inches short of the top. dammit. you would have to go fetch the stepladder from the storage closet.

as you were about to turn around, you noticed an arm from your peripheral vision reach up and place the flower up onto the upoer shelf with ease.

“good afternoon, [y/n]. these decorations look lovely. good work.” flashing you his uncharacteristically warm, familiar grin that he seemed to save only for you, diluc finished stringing up the rest of the lanyard across the parts of the bookshelf he know you would be too short to reach.

“good day, master diluc. you flatter me.” you turned away, ashamed at your own girlish excitement. “i hope your work is going well?” the formalities exchanged between you and diluc had become almost like a secret language, one always being able to effectively distinguish the other’s true feelings, beneath the saccharine emptiness of upper-class etiquette. yet this time you hoped he wouldn’t be able to read the fluttering of your heart through your words.

“hm. quite well, indeed.” the man stepped back from where you were working, and looked at the room, as if assessing every nook and cranny with his usual, critical glare. he wasn’t wearing his usual leather suit and fur jacket. today, the young master donned a sharp, three-piece suit, always neat and pressed. perhaps he was ready to go into the city to take care of winery business.

he looked around the foyer, squinting as if looking for something he couldn’t quite put his finger on.

“is something the matter, master diluc?” you questioned. did you place the flowers asymmetrically? or perhaps there was too much space between the shelves and the potted cecilias.

“[y/n], do you ever feel like the winery is too empty?”

confused, you shook your head. perhaps now wasnt the time to bring up the emptiness left behind after master ragnvindr, senior, passed away. you always felt for diluc, and master kaeya as well, after their shining light of a father left the world. diluc had never been the same since then—you had caught him looking through childhood photos in the estate library when he thought nobody else was present.

“well”, you started, choosing your words carefully, “when the time comes for master diluc to have a family of his own, the estate might feel a little livelier then. and i would be very excited to nanny the future generation of ragnvindrs as well, if you’ll excuse my preposterousness.”

the man blinked, as if trying to make sense of what you just said. “nanny? dont you mean-“

oh. diluc sensed that he might have made a mistake. but yet, it made such perfect sense. in what universe could he accept [y/n] not being the mother of his children, the pillar keeping both himself and this entire estate afloat? certainly not this one.

the realization dawned upon him, as well as the regrets from years of inaction in his past. he wasn’t about to let someone else slip through his fingers. not again.

“say, [y/n], my dear. how do you feel about going into the city with me tonight? i have some business i need to run and i’d be much obliged if you accompanied me.”

a/n: aaaaah im pretty happy with how this turned out, and i hope you like it too! i wasnt able to go with your prompt word for word, which i hope is okay. the whole time i was literally imagining scenes from downton abbey lolol

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morizoras-cave · 4 years

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Expectations (Request)

Tom Hiddleston x Teen!Co-star!Reader

Genre: Angst, fluff

Request Description: Tom hiddleston x teen!reader,where the reader lives up to her expeditions,nobody knows about her parents,But one day they got a phone call by their parents and the parents were saying hurtful things like for example "you ain't doing it good enough".The reader just explode. And told them you don't own me or tell me what to do,tom was listening and he saw the reader cried,he ask what's wrong and reader told him,tom comfort them. Hope is okay❤❤❤❤❤

Warnings: Rude uncaring and irresponsible parents, depression, not feeling good enough

(A/N): this is my first request!!!! i wasnt sure whether to respond to the ask as an actual “response” but i landed on copying and pasting the request into here. if you all think i should do it differently in the future then please let me know :)) also its occurring to me that a lot of you guys have shitty parents, hang in there!!

“Lose weight, Y/n. Raise your grades, Y/n. Do it better. Do it less. Do it more. You can do better than that. You’re lazy. You’re my daughter, you should be better than this. You’re not good enough.”

That was the way it seemed. No matter what you did, to your parents you were never good enough. No mater how hard you worked to raise your grades, to stay fit, to be a famous role model. No matter how little you slept. No matter how much you hated yourself. You would never be enough.

You always felt on the verge of cracking. You’d kept it up for so many years, always obeying and working yourself to the bone. You gave up your childhood so you could make your parents proud, but they never were. There was never an ounce of admiration in their voices.

But now you felt it. All day long, the glass that held in all of your feelings and exhaustion was cracking. You were walking around shaking, raising eyebrows among your cast mates. You felt like you couldn’t breathe, and you knew that the solution would be to go to your trailer and sleep it off, wake up and forget about it, but you couldn’t when you had so many responsibilities to keep up with. The movie, school, online presentation, your body. It was all so much.

“Y/n?” Tom’s voice broke you out of your trance. Your body was tensed, and you awkwardly unclenched your hands and your jaw, focusing back on reality, and on Tom. He was watching you with those big, concerned eyes, a frown on his lips. “Uh, your phone is ringing.”

It was. “Oh, hahahaha,” you giggled brightly, “I’m so sorry! I didn’t even notice. Gosh, I really need to catch up on some sleep!” You grabbed the phone from your pocket. Your heart sunk when you saw the name displayed on your screen.

Mom.

“Oh, I feel you,” Hemsworth joked, pointing to his dark under eye bags. The others giggled and continued into a conversation about their own sleep deprived souls. Tom smiled at you softly, when you got up to take the call and you smiled back.

You quickly jogged into an unoccupied hallway out of ears shot of the other cast members you had been eating lunch with. Shakily, you picked up your phone and pressed it to your ear. You closed your eyes and braced yourself, hoping that your own expectations would be enough to keep the glass from cracking.

“Hi, mom! What’s up-”

“Y/n L/n. I honestly can’t believe you. I can’t believe that you continue to disappoint us.” Tears already pricked your eyes. Your moms voice was hoarse and disgusted.

“I-I don’t know what you’re talking about, Mom,” your breath shook, heart caught in your throat.

“Your grades are slipping again. I thought we went over this?”

“I’m- I’m sorry, mom!”

“Are you lazy, Y/n? Tell me, are you lazy?”

“No, I’m trying my hardest!”

“Your grades are slipping, you’re gaining weight, I bet your acting is nothing but mediocre. Worse, probably. Have you been reading? Have you been practicing your singing?”

“I have! I have, mom!” Tears were now flowing freely from your face. You sniffled, hoping your mom wouldn’t call you disgusting for it. Your moms voice was so loud, you had to pull the phone away from your ear, her voice booming so loud that you could hear it down the hallway.

“You’re lazy and untalented! You’re not good enough! You need to do better!”

Crack.

Something inside you flipped. From sorrow and desperate desire to please your parents, your emotions were painted red and fiery. You were filled a fury double the size of your body. You needed to get it out of you, desperately.

“I’m not! I’m not lazy! I’m not untalented! I can barely rest. All I do is work, work, work to please you, and I get nothing from it. Nothing! All you do is drag me down and scream at me. You don’t own me, okay? Do you hear me? Call me if you decide to be a better mother!”

You hung up the phone and threw it away from you, the device burning guiltily into your hand. You were sobbing, and you stepped back until your back hit the wall, and then slid down miserably, until you sat on the floor.

Meanwhile, Tom was standing at the end of the hallway in shock. He had originally gone because he had a meeting with someone, and had simply entered the hallway in an attempt to get to the meeting. Then he’d heard your crying, shaking voice, pleading to your mother.

His heart had simply broken. And then you snapped. You snapped in a way that adults snapped when they had been pushed to their limit. The way people snap when they have nothing to lose. When they have nothing but negativity left, and Tom had finally understood what you had been going through.

You, the nicest, sweetest, cutest little actor he’d ever had the pleasure of working with. Now you were crying on the floor, soaking your shirt sleeves. The way you hugged yourself hurt Tom very deeply.

“Y/n..” his voice came from the end of the hallway. You snapped your head up, cheeks burning red and eyes puffy. You sniffled and wiped your tears in embarrassment. “Hey, no, it’s okay. What’s wrong?” He motioned for you to stay on the floor.

“My parents are dicks.” your voice was groggy and ruined from screaming. Tom slid down the wall beside you and looked at you. You just put your head back in your sleeves, too self-conscious to let him see you like that.

Tom said nothing, but you felt his hand on your shoulder pushing you, and then his arm under your legs, and then he lifted you into him in a hug. There you cried harder. Because that was what your parents were supposed to do. Comfort you and be there for you. But here you were with some actor you’d only met six months ago.

Tom understood though, he’d heard it all, and he knew not to try and convince you to make it right with your parents. He just held you there, letting you cry and shake in his embrace, hoping that your parents hadn’t ruined you. Hoping that your life wouldn’t be defined by their selfishness.

“It’s okay,” he whispered, stroking your back, “you’re good enough. You’re doing so good. You’re talented and beautiful. You’re sweet and you’re smart.”

Tom told you things no one had ever told you. And you sat there for however long, and Tom missed his meeting, and you missed lunch. But it was okay, because all that mattered in that moment was that you would be okay.

At some point he pulled your face from his chest, so that he could look into your eyes.

“I mean it,” he said, “I mean every word.”

Looking into his eyes, you couldn’t keep yourself from smiling, and you giggled softly, hugging him again. Tom grinned too, just at the little smile and the giggle that had escaped your lips. In that moment you both knew.

You would be okay.

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shhhlikeme · 4 years

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“Losty Aone” / “Losty Mountain Man🏔” Series:

Outtake Collection #16:

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A/N: hiiiiiiiiiiiiiii babies!!!!!!!!!! Let’s fucking goooooooooooooo! I’m excited for y’all to read this juicy marathon. As of right now, I am unsure of how many collections it will be but it’s going to be one of the longest marathons ii. Check back every 20 minutes or so if you caught this immediately. Oh and I will be trying again to put my post under a read more but if it fucks up an deletes half the chapter again I am DONE and I TRIED okay??? xo

***ALSO I did not add my taglist to the last marathon so you guys might have missed collections 13-15!!!!***

TABLE OF CONTENTS

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Your Losty Heartbreak and Your Spy Kids Debut 😎🖊📚

Sigh. The curse of being a young adult, I tell ya.

You are annoyed.

Yes, two months after the breakup you are still completely heartbroken, even though, yes, it was your genius idea to break up with the love of your life: a man that girls only dream about having as a S/O….

but it was a selfless decision.

Aone Takanobu deserved more, better… than you. That was your rationale.

It’s not fair of you to just accept the perfect man because he was lost enough to lock onto you and not someone on his level.

While it was a selfless decision , it was still a decision you selfishly regretted because …you were so in love with that man at the time that you did it….

You are….

But you will stifle those emotions so that he can get over you and hopefully see his own worth.

But that didn’t mean you couldn’t be annoyed. Because you were. And at what, exactly? Well:

After dating and breaking up with him, Aone had females constantly approaching him. A/N: Not constantly but it felt that way for you ofc lol

You guess it’s nice that the females of Date Teko gave him the courtesy of one month to get over you but STILL!

Kusa and Katana said that Takanobu’s admirers shot up because everyone witnessed how he treated you, how amazing he was to you, and they fell for that along with his looks.

Your ex’s new admirers are hoping they can get a man that just as inwardly beautiful as he is outwardly and hopefully he will like them, too

In other words: They want what you had.

And what did you want?

Well:

You wanted to rip some hair out. Yours or theirs? You’ll leave that up to subjective interpretation.

EVERY TIME you walked past your ex—that you still love—’s locker there was some brat or another staring up at him in admiration like he was Mount fucking Everest.

You wanted to scream.

but isn’t this what you wanted, Y/N? Your Mountain man to find someone else? Your conscience would ask.

Shut the hell up, conscience. You’d bark back.

You heard from Katana who was keeping tags on his every admirer that he denied them all dates (which defeats the purpose of your break-up, but you smiled nonetheless) but that Aone did agree to host a study session with a group of girls that apparently begged/needed his help in all subjects before finals.

give me a fucking break, you and your conscious agreed.

“Ugh. He’s too kind for his own good. Can’t he see those girls just want an excuse to be near him?!?!” You raged about the study session as you peered closely through the passenger side window to make sure that Kusa got inside her house safely. It was 6pm, and you had just heard the news while on the way home from dinner at your favourite restaurant. Katana drove. From her doorstep, Kusa waved at you before closing her door.

This Saturday, your best friends forced you on your first outing since the breakup, dressing you and even doing your makeup despite your complaining about leaving the house. You had to admit that the food that you did order at the restaurant was decent enough, but really—you would much prefer to still be in bed, flipping through pictures of Aone and Perdu and having a good cry.

Katana rolled her eyes as she stopped at a red light, responding to your initial question. “Ugh. Yeah, they are smarter than we thought. But you’re okay with this, right? I mean this is what you said you wanted when you broke up with him. You said you want him to find a new girl,”” Katana fished for your true feelings, sounding a lot like your annoying conscience.

You sulked, picturing other females near the man you are in love with. It made you sick. But, instead, you said, “Of course I am Okay with it. I want him to be the happiest he can be.”

Katana fixed her eyes on the road and bit her tongue so that she wouldn’t laugh.

You had no idea why you weren’t being fully honest with your friends, but perhaps it made you believe it more the more you said it aloud. “I know Kusa had that assignment to do tonight… and you have that one with Kenji tomorrow, right? so do you want to come over? My mom got me another tub of cookie dough ice cream, and we can rewatch Bad Girls Club again.” You asked Katana in that voice that meant you didn’t want to be alone tonight.

Katana smirked. It was an evil smirk. “I’ll do you one better.”

“Uhhh… Katana….you missed my turn.” Your eyes widened when the cheer captain passed your street, and then passed her own street a few seconds later. “Katana!”

“Word on the cheer team is that Aone-san’s first study session ends in 20 at the local library. I wanna check it out.”

“What?! No you will not—!” You yelled, but you couldn’t help the surge of excitement that flew through your body thinking about seeing that man again. It was always like this.

“—Oh, lighten up— it’s not like I will be joining the damn study session.”

“You won’t?” You asked, surprised.

“Obviously not! Muri is studying something else there, so I need to give her back her notes anyway. It’s only a plus that I’ll get to see how desperate those girls are being with my besties ex. Incognito, kay? I was going to drop you off first and go, but it looks like you don’t wanna be alone. Right?”

Your pretty best friend waited a few seconds for a response, and when she didn’t get one, she nodded. “Exactly.” She turned into the school’s practically empty parking lot, finding her favourite spot. “So, you can stay in the car. No prob. And I won’t tell you anything about it.”

You frowned, watching as Katana reached in the backseat for her purse so that she could take out the notes she had for Muri.

“Okay,” you whispered anxiously.

“I’ll be like, 10 minutes.” The brunette removed her keys from the ignition and stepped outside of her car.

You stayed where you were as Katana’s figure disappeared into the one of the Date Teko’s many entrances. You began to think about what your friend was going to see in there: Aone leaning over the shoulder of pretty Date Teko girls? Helping them with their homework the way he would help you? These girls smelling his fresh icy mountain scent, and leaning in closer, the way you would to him?

Naturally, you began to panic internally.

You pictured the girls twirling their hair flirtatiously and telling him that they didn’t understand when they did, just to keep him hovering over them longer. The same way you used to.

😤😤😤

Your foot started tapping on its own inside Katana’s car, thinking about how your lost ex-boyfriend wouldn’t even pick up any of it as flirting, ugh.

Your imagination created even more concerning visuals: more giggling, more oblivious Aone, more shoulder brushing, more oblivious Aone, and then some more….. yeah. Should it really have come as no surprise that you soon found yourself hidden behind a dusty bookshelf in the anatomy section of your school’s library on a Saturday, squatted down and peeping through the slits between books to catch glimpses of your ex boyfriend hosting a study session?!

You blamed your active imagination.

Behind the dusty shelves, you whimpered because the obstructed vision due to the books covered the white haired beauty perfectly. You held a disgusting book to the right a bit.

“Oh,” your stomach flipped. “He looks so cute.” You put on a 🥺 face when you noticed how utterly adorable a standing Takanobu looked decked out in forest green sweatpants and a matching hoodie with the hood on, and his white hair barely visible.

Your stomach flips were quickly bumped away by sheer annoyance as you saw him then do exactly what brought you up here, just as you thought: innocently leaning down to help a blonde third-year girl you knew by the name of Sutairu Elyts with a question she was asking. She was smiling way too much for someone doing boring ass school work on Saturday, you noted. Flipping her hair, giggling, and obnoxiously putting her cleavage in Aone’s line of sight. You picked up the dusty library book that was obstructing your view and stopped yourself from tossing it at Sutairu— instead choosing to toss it to the side without a care in the world, trying to get a closer look at how close the girl was going to get while Aone answered her question.

You were close to literally poking your head through the bookshelf hole completely, when someone to the left of your hiding spot cleared their throat very loudly. You jumped, bumping your head and hissing in pain.

You removed your head from the bookshelf and looked up at the cause of your newfound migraine.

There stood Katana, her arms crossed and a knowing smile on her face. “You got here faster than I thought,” She reached down to help you up. “Now, come on. None of this amateur shit. You know my style. When it comes to cute boys: make it obvious, and make it count.”

***

Aone was in the middle of teaching Algebra to a group of students (he doesn’t register the fact that they are all conveniently female and all too well dressed for a study session) who had desperately begged him for his help, to the point where the teacher just asked Aone to do it.

He didn’t mind, the teacher offered him extra credit and everyone he was teaching was nice, they didn’t mind him being pretty silent, plus Kenji fully supported it. So why not? Aone mainly supported it because it was a great distraction from his broken heart and his plan….

Or so he thought it would be—before he spotted you in the library.

His heart skipped a beat because he absolutely was not expecting to see you today. His plan wasnt supposed to be put into action until Monday! Trying not to freak out, Aone watched you enter from a side that wasnt the entry way—which is pretty odd—but he shoved the thought to the side anyway because there you were, looking busy.

“Wow.” Takanobu couldn’t stop himself from mouthing when his eyes found you. He mouthed it to himself, of course, but it caused the observant participants in his study group to whip around to see what he was looking at.

you were dressed pretty casually, coming from dinner with the girls, but Aone hadn’t seen you dressed in anything other than your school or cheer uniforms since your breakup, so it took him by surprise

Not to mention you looked really, really, really good:

Aone watched you scan the bookshelves with Katana—which, if Takanobu was thinking straight— he would realistically call bs on you ever coming to the library for no reason, ESPECIALLY on a Saturday— but you looked too gorgeous to him to care

Now that he is working alongside you in a project, he has been able to crawl out of depression a bit, simply because your mere presence made him feel whole again, so he basked in the delight he felt any time he was able to see you.

Aone realized that even though he struck out the first time and failed to make you want to be with him, he had nothing to lose if he tried again.

The premise of Aone’s plan presides on the idea that you are the only girl he wants. Therefore, he just has to prove that to you. Silently. Strategically.

So that’s the only reason why Aone was able to to shift his focus right now and look away from you, effectively returning to helping his study group and making them forget you even walked in.

Aone’s mission is to become the man that you want and need, naturally. He will exude more confidence: which is a testament to the fact that he was here right now: tutoring a bunch of girls who have asked him out and he has rejected before because of you,

He wants word to get back to you that your ex is the type of guy who knows how to be just friends with people who had feelings for him. Just in case you wanted to start there with him.

He wants to be your friend. Aone wants to be anything to you but a stranger. It’s the only way his heart stops aching and if that’s all you can give him is a friendship after this project is over, then that is what he would willingly accept!

Aone forced himself to look back down, getting up to step around the circular table to help with the other girls’ study guides.

He was able to keep his cool for the most part, but almost lost it twice...

Once when you dropped a book and bent down to pick it up, showcasing how amazing your butt looked in those jeans.

Aone cleared his throat to get his own attention back and turned away quickly when he felt a familiar stir under his sweatpants. He stuffed his hands deep in his sweatpants pockets and directed his energy back to the paper in front of him. He erased an answer for one of his students and plugged in the correct one.

The second time Takanobu almost lost his cool was when he heard you make a cute noise and his eyes flicked back up to you. You were trying to reach a book that was too high for you but probably met the height of his ear, your hand above your head, your bodyweight on your toes which gravitationally rose your top up as well, exposing the naked skin on your lower back.

Aone’s throat went dry and he bit back a groan because the last time he’d stared at that lower back of yours so intensely: you were in a perfect arch, naked, using his dick to pleasure yourself when he told he was on the phone.

Cue hands in pockets again.

He recalled how that section of your back had a light layer of sweat on it back then, making it glisten as he bit his lip, trying not to moan to the feeling of your tight and juicy walls running up and down his length. Holy, shit, that feel good.

Aone began thinking about helping you get that book and then fucking you against that bookshelf you were leaning on: holding you up in his arm, the other hand used to place it behind your head as a cushion so that you did not harm yourself when he sheathed his big dick inside your absolutely perfect box, so hot and so delicious, and soo hard not to cum inside within the first minute…..

👁👅👁 Aone’s eyes glazed over to the point where one of his tutor-ies had to snap their fingers in front of his face.

Highly embarrassed, Takanobu pulled it together ASAP, muttering a quick and sincere apology and thinking only of his plan. Trusting in his plan, he refused to look up in your general direction again. He didn’t trust himself to.

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“He barely looked my way….” You sobbed into your cookie dough ice cream later that night, Katana rubbing your back and removing your hair out the tub.

“Please, Y/N,” Katana begged, absolutely gutted seeing her best friend like this. “Please be honest with yourself and make sure you truly stand by the decision you made.”

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A New Aone and a Perfect Plan? ✅🤩

Mountain Man put absolutely all of his energy into his plan to get you back. His understanding is that you broke up with him because he wasn’t good enough for you, so that means he would just have to make himself good enough for you. While Kenji was completely against Aone trying to get back the girl who broke his heart, Kenji found himself agreeing with the plan since it meant that his best friend would be speaking, playing volleyball, and overall living life again while it was in action. The plan was to essentially fake it till you make it—show you that Takanobu could be the man you deserved.

The gist of the plan was for Aone to disallow himself to be zombie-like anymore, because you probably didn’t like that. He started spending more time with his friends again, and he was eating again. He was banking on this plan, and if it didn’t work—sure, he’d be crushed for the rest of his life—but at least he’d have no regrets. It wouldn’t be easy, he’d have to speak back to other females kindly letting them down when all he wanted to do was speak to you. He’d have to ignore you when you walked by which meant going against his every instinct, and he’d have to speak to you confidently in class when you two were working on the project and small talk about your lives, when all he wanted to do was lean in and kiss you until he could taste you even when he pulled away.

Thoughts of you consumed him, still, but they were now hopeful thoughts. He was not going to let his dream girl walk away that easily.

A/N: GO BABY GOOOOO

You, on the other hand, took this new and confident Aone as a sign that he was getting over you. He didn’t seem very sad anymore, you didn’t see that same dejected and lost eyes you saw when he pushed his best friend away from you. You saw intensity there, like he was now focused on a new task in his life. It confused you, and it hurt like a bitch, because deep down you knew he’d move on soon and you wouldn’t.

But this is what you wanted, right? 🙄🙄Repeated your conscience, again. You really wanted to fight her.

“Y/N, you seem out of it today.” Mountain Man stopped writing the outline of the content analysis in class to stare down at you. You could see the concern in his eyes, but you refused to believe it was anything more than the concern anyone would feel for an ex turned friend, and nothing more.

Embarrassed, you realized that you must have zoned-out, and now this gorgeous man that you wanted to jump was calling you out on your odd behaviour. “W-was I?’ You shook your head then looked down in your lap. “Sorry.”

Aone placed his pencil down, heart pounding because he wanted that frown of yours to disappear so badly. “Is it about your University Cheerleading tryouts?” He asked kindly, too kindly—if you had any hope of getting over him in the next 5 years.

You looked up at him, confused as to why he’d even mention that.

The white haired beauty blushed. “Kogane—he, uh, well…” Aone took a second to look away and collect his thoughts because your big beautiful eyes were making him lose his train of thought. He reminded himself of his plan and collected himself, returning to your gaze. “Kogane-san mentioned to Kenji and I this morning that Kusa needed someone to film her audition tape, because that is the only way cheerleaders are able to send in your tryouts for schools that are too far away, correct?”

“Oh,” You nodded. “Ya—“

Aone continued without missing a beat. “I know Kogane is helping film Kusa’s, and you mentioned yesterday that Katana is out of town for a camp… so, and feel free to say no: but I’d love to offer you my help, Y/N. With filming and editing.”

There was a pause in which you just looked at Aone with those big beautiful eyes that he thinks about 24/7.

Afraid that he might be coming onto way too strong, which goes against his super slow plan, Takanobu adds: “As friends. Offer you my help as friend.”

Your heart sunk, but he looked so sweet asking, not to mention you really did need to get on that tryout instead of pushing it off until you miss it completely and don’t end up going to University—

If you didn’t get a cheer scholarship you were screwed; Aone knew this. Not to mention you would love to see him more; Aone did not know this.

“I’ve taken photography as my elective for the past three years and do pretty well in that class in terms of grades, so I just thought…” Mountain Man was scared shitless, nervously listing off his accomplishments like this was an interview…. mostly due to the fact that you hadn’t answered him yet. Too fast, she can tell you want her back—now she’ll never give you another chance. Failure. Aone opened his mouth to retract his offer, but you interrupted him before he could get the first word out.

“Um, yes. Sure. I’d love your help, Aone-san. I promise it won’t take long. Thank you so much.”

Aone nodded even though he was bursting at the seams inside. Mountain Man couldn’t believe it. After being broken up with because your feelings weren’t there, you agreed to spend non-school related time with him?! The middle blocker couldn’t help but think that you wouldn’t have said yes, had he still been acting like a zombie. Actually, he wouldn’t even have dared asked, if he was still acting like a zombie. Now he gets to help you and see you more than he has since the breakup, and he considers this like a gift! Yes!

“Great. Just tell me where and when you would like to have your audition, and I will be there.” A very cool reply.

You even rewarded him even more with a smile. “How about next Tuesday? Here on the field since it’s getting warm out again? I need to rehearse a lot and that gives me enough time.”

“Understood.” A cool second later, Takanobu had to excuse himself to the washroom so that he could celebrate in silence. He texted his friends and took a deep breath.

Selfishly, Aone also wanted to help you with this particular audition because he wanted you to go to the same University as he and Kenji. He wanted to help you with your future assignments and he wanted to see you everyday. How great would that be? A little torturous, too. But if you were on a cheer team and happy, then: mostly great.

Baby steps, Mountain Man sighed contentedly. He would get you back in baby steps, and this was the first one.

He just had to keep following the plan.

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sleepii-moth · 3 years

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(ok so here is my fic its part of my hl2ai au you dont have to look over all that stuff to read this but i recommend it)

Capter 1

Time Goes on Even When You're Dead

summery:

Full of headcrab zombies and other dangerous creatures, the Quarantine Zone is the most dangerous part of city 17, and it just gained its newest member, who has no idea what the fuck is going on.

Benrey was dead.

There was nothing. He couldn't hear, he couldn't see, all he could feel was the suffocating silence of nothingness.

And he ultimately decided that this fucking sucked.

His conscious was still there, at least he could still think, however most of his memories didn't seem to exist anymore.

Benrey would be fine with that, if he hadn't forgotten everything but the one thing thing he so desperately wanted to forget. His friends. Benrey didn't blame them for killing him, it was justified at least.. but it still hurt.

And now he's stuck here, in this endless unfeeling void, alone.

He groaned and opened his eyes, above him was a broken light fixture attached to an even more broken ceiling. Sunlight flooded in through a nearby window, illuminating the room.

Benrey slowly stood up and looked around. He seemed to be in a house, or at least what was left of one. The walls were practically falling apart, the few peices of furniture in the room were torn to shreds, and the floor near the window was littered with broken glass.

He walked over to the broken window, stepping over fallen shards of glass, and looked outside. Benrey wasnt in Black Mesa anymore, he knew that for sure. In front of him was the remains of a city, pretty much every building seemed to be falling apart in some way. Giant cables were strewn about haphazardly, at if whatever put them there didnt give a shit about preserving the buildings around it.

Benrey tried to comprehend what he was seeing, was this a product of the resonance cascade? Where is he?? He backed away from the window, stepping over the broken glass. None of this made any sense, how long had he been dead for? It couldn't have been that long.. could it?

Benrey gripped his stomach, his heart was pounding, something felt wrong. Suddenly the floor creaked from behind him, and he turned around to hear an all too familiar wail, a headcrab zombie.

He staggered back, unsure of what to do. He didnt have any way of defending himself now, no one was even here to save him. The zombie stumbled forward and swung at Benrey who somehow managed dodge. He looked around for an exit before sprinting out of an open door and into a stairwell.

He stumbled down the stairs, avoiding a few barnacles, and making his way out of the building and into a wrecked plaza. He seemed to have evaded the zombie for now, but that didn't make him any less uneasy.

Tall, ruined buildings loomed over him, casting permanent shadows on the cracked pavement.

Was this really all that was left? Was he.. the only one left..?

Was everyone- everything.. dead?

Benrey shivered, maybe he should just take things one step at a time. He looked down at his tattered security gaurd uniform and took a deep breath, trying to calm himself down.

'Okay.. one step at a time' He thought, making a mental to-do list in his head.

'First, get some new clothes. Second, find something to eat. Third, find somewhere safe to stay… seems simple enough.. right?'

He looked around, at least one of theese buildings has to have some clothes somewhere in them. Finally his eyes fell apon a brick building a lot taller than the rest. Some hope swelled inside Benrey, maybe he could find some clothes- or at least food in there?

The headcrab zombie from before wailed in the distance. He looked back before deciding that he had nowhere else to go, and made his way into the building.

Apon entering the building, Benrey quickly learned that this was in fact, a vodka distillery. Vodka bottles lined every shelf in sight, and natural light poured in through tall windows. Orange Xen growth had completely infected some areas of the building, making it almost impossible to tell what this place used to be.

Benrey groaned and stepped over a dead headcrab that had been incased in xen growth.

"gross.." He mumbled under his breath before accidentally stepping into a cloud of spores.

Before he knew it he had fallen over onto the ground, coughing. His lungs burned as he desperately tried to catch his breath and cover his mouth at the same time. After a few seconds he managed to crawl out of the way of the cloud and into fresh air, before collapsing up against a wall.

After regaining his strength Benrey slowly got up and silently made a mental note in his head, 'Okay.. so orange clouds of dust can kill you. got it.'

He was glad that the spores seemed to be the only threat at the moment, he could at least evade those more easily than a headcrab. He still kept his gaurd up though, he wasn't sure if xen growth alone could kill a headcrab..

Benrey carried on through the building, this time making sure to avoid the toxic orange spores, or at least cover his mouth when he encountered them. The further he went the more dense the xen flora got, in some places it didn't look like he was even on earth anymore.

Something about this felt wrong to Benrey, he wasn't sure what though. He just had this encroaching feeling that something was here with him, something he didn't want to see.

Eventually he made his way to a room where all the xen growth seemed to just.. stop. A container full of some sort of bright orange liquid sat in the corner of the room, the little xen growth that surrounded it seemed to be covered in a strange orange plasticy substance.

There was big black text printed on the front of the container that read: "INFESTATION CONTROL"

Light flooded in through a window, shedding onto a few empty vodka bottles laying on a nearby table, along with some miscellaneous tools. Benrey could see bloodstains on the almost broken window, and broken glass from vodka bottles littered the floor.

There were signs of people rushing out of the room. People were here, and they definitely left in a hurry. Benrey had a feeling that whatever was here definitely wasnt friendly.

He picked up a broken off chair leg and slowly made his way over to a door at the other end of the room. Raising his new weapon defensively, he peeked outside the doorway. The tension in his shoulders eased and he took a breath of relief, nothing.

'Whatever was here mustve moved on' Benrey thought to himself, before turning around and bumping into a shelf, causing a bottle of vodka to fall to the floor and shatter. He sighed and moved the shattered glass out of the way of his foot when suddenly he heard a loud thump behind him, and the sound of large, heavy footprints.

Benrey turned around to see what appeared to be a headcrab zombie covered in xen growth with a large, gaping mouth, and it was barreling right towards him.

His legs moved before he could even think and the next thing he knew he was sprinting through the doorway as fast as he could.

The zombie seemed to be slower than Benrey, but he doubted it would take long for the monster to catch up. He recklessly weaved through shelves of vodka, knocking down bottles left and right. He didnt care about making a mess, only priority was to leave as fast as possible.

That however, was his downfall.

It wasnt long before he reached a dead end. He gripped the chair leg in his hand and waited for the zombie to inevitably find him. His only option now was to fight. And sure enough, the zombie came stumbling towards him at full speed. It was even more terrifying up close, the xen growth on its back had melded into its skin, and was spewing out orange clouds of spores.

Benrey covered his mouth and raised his weapon preparing to fight- but the monster just.. stood there.

Its mouth was wide open, it was looking right at him and could attack at any time- but it just.. stood there. Staring.

Benrey froze, was it.. toying with him?

After a few seconds the zombie seemed to loose interest and wandered away. Why didn't it attack him? Was it not able to see? He looked over at the bottles of vodka on the shelves, remembering what had caused the monster to appear in the first place. He quietly grabbed a bottle off the shelf and threw it in the other direction of the zombie, and watched as it immediately ran to where the bottle was thrown.

'Noise..' Benrey thought to himself 'so its attracted to noise.'

He grabbed another bottle and slowly started to sneak past the zombie. He quickly and quietly made his was over to a doorway, and threw the vodka bottle as her as he could in the other direction, leading the monster away from him.

As soon as he was sure the zombie had been led away, he immediately sprinted into the doorway, closing it behind him as quietly as possible and blocking the door.

Still holding his chair leg, he made his way through the rest of the distillery. This time making sure to avoid making noise.

Eventually Benrey reached an exit, and grabbed a bottle of vodka to take with him. He wasnt sure when he'd see any sort of clean water again. He wandered into an abandoned hotel and found a mostly in tact room. It wasn't much, but as least he managed to find some less destroyed clothes and a bed.

As he layed down to rest in a broken hotel, in an even more broken city, he couldn't help but think about how much he wanted things to go back to normal, about how much he wanted to go home.

But there was nothing left of normal, or his home. This was it.

I guess time really does go on, even when you're dead.

#cw: mild gore blood and body horror #(a lot of its just the stuff you see in hla)#ask to tag #hlvrai #nhlvrai #hlvrai au #hlvrai benrey #hlvrai benry #hl2ai

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feeling-uncomfy · 4 years

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SO.

I'm blaming @mindless-monochrome and @trademarked-but-not-really for this but also thank you for the angst :))

I tried to keep as close to cannon as I could for the most part, but I indulged in a little towards middle/end because Tokoyami needs some love dammit >://

Brb I'm gonna go sleep for 24hrs

Let's go!

Tokoyami looked at Mina as explosions rang out from above the surface. Mina seemed to be hiding any anxieties she had well, and Tokoyami was grateful. The last thing they needed was Dark Shadow going bonkers in the dark. Mina sent a grin his way before a woman came falling down.

Mina shot some acid her way. Tokoyami told her to stay back. This was his territory after all. Tokoyami couldn't help the fear that built up when the woman had called him cocky, though. Mainly because she was correct. He wasnt as skilled as she was.

Tokoyami quickly got to work, either way. He had to deal with the threat quickly, otherwise Mina and the others may be put in danger. He couldn't stand for that. The woman knew what she was doing, however. Tokoyami found himself covered in gashes and cuts in minutes, trying to get a solid hit in was a no go. He barely dodged well aimed swipes.

A flash of red, and Tokoyami was jumping back, his collar bone getting sliced. He fell backwards, swearing loudly. He just needed a little more time, just a little more...

Finally, the woman's hair was reduced to short spikes. They had gotten rid of her weapon. Now Dark Shadow could get in close and restrain her, and they could join the others and assist in stopping the main villain, even if Tokoyami found it hard to walk. He was fine.

He didnt take into account that the woman would still use what remained of her hair, and Dark Shadow was sent backwards, hissing in pain. The shards were sent around wildly.

Tokoyami's eyes widened as he heard Mina scream in pain. He turned quickly to see her falling, hitting each and every stop along the way. He was frozen in pure fear for a hot minute, until he forced himself to run over, images of the summer camp flashing through his mind. He'd let enough classmate suffer already for his sake, and now Mina was hurt.

Tokoyami checked her over. 'Please dont be dead, please be okay...' Mina was breathing, she was injured, but alive. It was his fault. He felt anger and shame rising up, Dark Shadow pulling on his control like a dog would a leash. Tokoyami let loose. 'I hope the others are having an easier time than us...' was his last coherent thought before it went black.

It hurt just as much as last time, being wrapped up in shadow to the point where Tokoyami couldn't breathe properly. Hawks had taught him breathing exercises for when things like this happened. He prayed they would be enough.

Sunlight crashed through suddenly, and Tokoyami saw the woman disappearing. He turned to Mina, feeling numb and tired. He dragged himself over, and tried to cover her as the rocks fell and crushed them both instinctively. A particularly large rock smacked down on his head, and Tokoyami groaned in pain as his conscious faded quickly.

Hawks stood in the hospital room, restless. Normally around now, he would be annoying his intern and trying to teach him something. Now, he was stuck investigating a case while his bird bro was off on an island.

That reminded him, Hawks needed to call his intern. Hawks had jokingly promised he would fly over and embarrass Tokoyami if he didnt answer his texts, but now that it had been a solid seventy two hours scince his intern had clocked in, Hawks found himself getting worried. His phone buzzed, and he excused himself.

"The island of Nabu is being attacked by villains!" Hawks's eyes widened. His intern was on that island. Without thinking, he took off down the hallway, kicked the door open and started flying. "Notify U.A! Class 1A has been assigned to that island for a government project."

Hawks flew faster, getting worried. His intern could be in danger. Hell, knowing Tsukuyomi, he had risked his life and was already dying. He let out a huff of exasperation, but sped up again. Hawks could only hope he'd get there in time to find him.

Tokoyami was shaken awake. His head was pounding, and every bit of him told him to go back asleep. Mina hissed in pain, and Tokoyami was awake. He stare upwards at the rocks around them. Mina did too. "No one will be able to find us down here... what'll we do?" Tokoyami went to shrug, looking down at Mina. She hadn't sat up, looking ready to slip off again.

"Rest, Mina. You're hurt. I'll take care of this." Tokoyami hoped he sounded more confident than he felt. Mina slurred out something along the lines of "Are you sure...?" And despite the fact that Tokoyami wanted anything but to be left alone, he nodded and the cave fell silent.

Tokoyami moved slightly, and bit down a whimper of pain. Everything felt like it was on fire. Tokoyami begged for it to stop as he pushed through some rocks. Dark Shadow helped a lot, and soon enough they could see daylight again. Tokoyami's body was in excruciating pain, though he forced himself to move forward.

There was a sudden mini avalanche to his left, and his leg was crushed under the rubble. Tokoyami couldn't stop the scream of pain that escaped him. Fuck, it hurt so much. He begged it to stop. His conscious was fading in and out again. He looked down at Mina, another wave of pain and exhaustion hitting him so hard he slipped and fell back. He couldn't move, the adrenaline from the fight had gone.

Trying his hardest to keep his fist above the rock, he closed his eyes. Someone had to find them, Tokoyami begged for someone to find them. Mina had to get to a doctor, and fast. Tokoyami tried moving again. Nothing.

Hawks flew in, scanning the area. He could see the destruction from a mile away. It's probably the problem-children Eraserhead warned him about. Hawks huffed and flew around the island. He saw two kids falling. "Oh shit..." Hawks processed what he just saw as he watched them get closer to the ground.

It clicked. "Wait, fuck!" He sent feathers out to break their fall. Yeah, definitely the problem-children. Hawks continued to search. Where would his kid be if there was a large-scale battle like this... Hawks stopped. He flew towards a cave-in on the ground.

He saw lots and lots of rubble. He heard helicopters fly overhead as he spotted it. A hand. Hawks panicked as it fell back under. Hawks flew down to where he had seen it. "Kid?! Kid, are you down there?" There wasnt a response. Hawks swore and started digging.

It took a while. Hawks got more and more worried. What if he didnt get down to his student in time? What if that hand falling was the last of his strength leaving him...? No, no, Hawks couldn't afford to think like that. His student was strong. His kid would get through this.

His kid...

Hawks said the words over again. He shook his head and continued digging, his arms tired slightly, his hands not used to the labour. He heard a cough from close by. "Tokoyami? Kid, that you?" He couldn't help the relief that washed over him as he saw his kid again. He was covered in light injuries, but he seemed okay.

Hawks spoke too soon. He winced as he noticed the teens eyes wouldnt stay open all the way, continuously closing and the student seemed to try stay conscious. Tokoyami looked up at him, coughing again. "...Hawks? What are you doing here...?" Hawks breathed a sigh of relief, smiling to himself. "I'm here to help. I brought assistance, too." He looked down at Mina, only noticing her now.

"Is she alright?" Though Hawks didnt find himself as concerned, he thought he should ask anyways. Tokoyami jumped a little, and manoeuvred to pick her up. Hawks noticed Tokoyami hissing in pain and clenching his teeth. "She hit her head, and might have a concussion? Anyway, she needs a doctor as soon as possible." Tokoyami was pale— well, paler than usual, and he tried to stand up.

Hawks had to catch the two kids as Tokoyami's leg gave out. Hawks heard a small gasp of pain leave his student, and he got worried. "Kid, you both need doctors. We'll get you both out of here, okay?" Tokoyami shook his head and tried to stand again. "Mina needs it more than I, sir. We cant afford to—" Hawks noticed something coming towards them. "Tokoyami—!"

He didnt finish his sentence as his kid was sent crashing down again with a cry of pain. There were red spikes piercing his shoulders and back. Hawks sent feathers down the cave without thinking. He moved Mina behind him and held onto Tokoyami securely as whoever attacked them yelled in agony. 'Good.' Hawks thought bitterly. Tokoyami was shaking, still trying to will himself to move.

Hawks placed a hand on his shoulder to stop him. "Hey, hey, it's fine..." Comforting people had never been Hawks's strong suit, but he had to try for his kid. Tokoyami shook his head, rapidly losing consciousness and blood. "Gotta....keep...Mina....safe....c...cant..."

Hawks blinked down at his kid. He turned back to Mina, who was still out. "She's okay, you did good." Hawks rubbed circles into Tokoyami's shoulder. Tokoyami's eyes were glazed over. Hawks sighed again. This kid wasnt going to give in until his friend was safe, huh?

Hawks shifted and showed him Mina. "See? She's safe, and we're going to get you both medical help. Okay?" Hawks reassured his kid. Tokoyami seemed to want to argue, but had to bite back another noise of pain. Hawks simply ran a hand through his kids feathers.

Tokoyami let out a series of noises that weren't human sounding. Hawks paused. "Did you just..." Hawks looked down at his kid in amazement. Tokoyami let out more chirps of distress. Hawks sighed. He chirps back, and was amazed by the immediate affect it had. Damn, he should've tried this earlier. Tokoyami was put at ease by the sounds and stopped struggling to move.

Hawks watched the kid for a little while longer. Tokoyami tenses as another wave of pain floods him, more pained chirps leaving him. "Hey, it's okay. You can go to sleep now. You're both safe." Hawks is right there, and Tokoyami let's his eyes shut. 'Its only for a few moments.' He tells himself.

Hawks watches his kid fall under, going slack in his grip. He let's out a breath. Damn, this kid was exactly like him. And part of Hawks wanted to yell at him for it. Guess he knew why Edgeshot and Best Jenist yelled at him now. He turned towards where the spikes had come from. Speaking of the others...

"Hawks!" Endeavor and some other hero is calling down to him. He looks up and grins. "Heya, I got two here. And one of the villains." He called up. Endeavor nods. "Is Shouto down there?" Hawks shakes his head, and Endeavor frowns. Hawks sets Mina into a stretcher and waits until Mina is halfway up to start flying up, Tokoyami held tight in his arms. Hawks doesn't like how light he is, but that's a question for another day.

Mina is awake as Hawks gets to the top, and she smiles at Tokoyami in Hawks arms. Hawks gives her a thumbs up and starts walking towards a doctor. Tokoyami shifts again, eyes opening. Hawks groans. Tokoyami had barely closed his eyes. "Kid, go back to sleep." Tokoyami shakes his head and goes to move, wincing in pain. "I can walk."

Hawks raised an eyebrow. "Really? I'm not even sure you can stand." Tokoyami huffs, and shifts out of Hawks's arms. There's definitely pain shooting up Tokoyami's legs, but the pain is the only thing keeping him conscious right now. Tokoyami shuts his eyes tight, feeling nauseous and sore. He wont give in, though. Hawks nods as Tokoyami shoots him a smug look.

Hawks doesn't budge. "Let go of my jacket, and if you can still stand, I'll let you try walk." Tokoyami stops. His grip on Hawks's jacket if the only thing keeping his upright. And they both knew that. Tokoyami reluctantly let's go, and his leg screams in agony. Tokoyami almost does too. But even though his whole being is shaking in pain, he's standing.

Hawks swears quietly, but backs off. "Fine, you can walk the rest of the way." He doesnt want him to, though. Tokoyami doesn't even get a step in. He puts his weight on his bad leg, and pain shoots through him, and Tokoyami's whole world turns upside down, bile rising in his throat. Hawks doesnt hesitate, catching him as his kid falls with a yell. Hawks is cursing himself for letting him try, obviously hes too hurt for something like this, Hawks isnt going to let him go again.

Hawks picks him up again. Tokoyami goes quietly, other than a few weak noises of pain. His eyes are already dropping, closing as he drifts off again. Hawks just holds him slightly closer. He approaches the doctor, who goes to take Tokoyami off of him to examine his wounds. Hawks surprises both himself and the doctor by pulling back, not letting him near. The doctor tries again. Hawks steps back on instinct.

"Sir, I need to see him to heal him." The doctor said, reading for him. Hawks takes another step back. "Sir, please!" Recovery Girl hobbles over, and pokes Hawks's shin. "Set him down on the bed, Hawks." She points over at the bed, and Hawks moves over, setting him down.

The doctor goes to touch Tokoyami, and Hawks slaps his hand away. Jesus, what's wrong with him? Recovery Girl shakes her head and shoves the doctor off. She moves closer to Tokoyami, and swats Hawks hand away when he reaches to stop her.

Eventually, Recovery Girl uses her quirk. Tokoyami was completely out now, breathing even and light. Hawks had practically scrambled to pick Tokoyami up when another doctor came in. They apologised, and quickly left.

Hawks carried his kid to the rest of the class, which expressed their panic over another unconscious classmate. Hawks stepped back and gripped tighter when they get closer. Jeeze, he really needed to stop. But alas, he stayed the whole day, keeping a constant grip on Tokoyami.

The class turned in for the night, all exhausted and sore from the days battle. Hawks stayed up, telling himself he was watching the whole class. Tokoyami moved halfway through the night, groaning as he woke up. Hawks jumped up. Tokoyami looked around for a second before jumping up, wincing in pain.

Hawks had a hand on his shoulder, pushing him down gently. Tokoyami didnt go easily, and Hawks tried to calm him down. "Kid, hey. Its alright, you're alright..." Hawks's heart may have shattered when Tokoyami let out a sound of pure fear.

Hawks watched his intern curl into a ball. Tokoyami's breathing was off, and he was shaking. Hawks reached out to help, to do something, anything. Tokoyami let out a sob and Hawks's could've cried himself. He shushed his kid and sat up on the bed, wrapping his wings around Tokoyami. Once his wings were effectively covering Tokoyami, Hawks brought his arms gently around his back.

Tokoyami was tense, his hands trembled as tears flowed down his cheeks. Hawks let out a series of chirps, rubbing up and down Tokoyami's back, who responded with shaky chirps of his own. They went back and forth like this for a while, until eventually Tokoyami's breathing returned to normal. He was leaning heavily on Hawks's side, eyes closing.

Hawks smiled, and ran his hand up and down Tokoyami's back in circles. "Its fine, you're allowed to sleep. I'll be here when you wake up." Hawks voice was barely above a whisper. Tokoyami blinked sleepily up at him. "Promise?" Hawks was taken aback by how quite and... childlike his voice was. Tokoyami sounded like someone his own age, for once. Hawks smiled again, and squeezed his shoulder softly.

"I promise."

Hawks wasnt sure when he had drifted off, but when Bakugo got up because Kirishima and Denki were freaking out and caught them snoozing, Tokoyami completely hidden, he said nothing.

When Yayorozu calmly walked over to Jirou, who was clutching her ears in pain and saw, she didn't wake them. When Iida practically hurled himself over to Midoryia and Uraraka in fear, no one stopped them.

Aziawa came in around six thirty to check on them, and by that time they had all joined together on the couch. Aziawa let himself smile at the sight. He saw Hawks conked out, no sign of Tokoyami. He saw the wing move and it clicked. He sighed and fixed some blanked on the kids. He heard the door open and turned around.

Katsuma and Mahoro were standing at the door. Aziawa said nothing, and let them in. He was surprised to find that Katsuma was holding Edgeshot's hand, but then he saw the badge on his bag and understood. He left them alone, and resumed his spot outside the front door, acting as their bodyguard.

The next morning was slightly chaotic, as the class freaked out, thinking that Shouji had disappeared overnight, only to remember he wasnt able to move properly yet so he had stayed in bed. He was still grateful they checked on him, though.

Hawks woke up to Bakugo and Iida arguing, and moved to get up, but stopped. He still had a snoozing Tokoyami wrapped in his arms. He looked a lot better, Hawks noted. Hawks smiled. His kid had gotten some decent rest in the end. Mina came over, rubbing the sleep from her eyes.

Hawks grinned at her. "Um, I just wanted to say, well, Todoroki reminded me..." she pointed over her shoulder to Todoroki, who was listening to Denki explain something. Hawks nodded. "Thank you for saving us. I got really worried for a second there." She looked at Tokoyami, and smiled. Hawks noticed it seemed a lot more genuine than the ones she had given out earlier.

Tokoyami yawned and opened and eye, immediately closing it again. Mina laughed and turned to walk away. "I heard from Shouji he gets cranky in the mornings, so good luck!" Hawks waved her off. Tokoyami's simply pillowed his head in Hawks side, ready to back to sleep.

Hawks laughed softly and poked his interns head. "Hey now, you're gonna miss breakfast." Hawks heard Tokoyami mumble something, shaking his head. Hawks laughed again. "I'll pick you up and bring you over, I mean it!" Tokoyami pulled his head out and stared up at him, his expression was hard to read.

"Thanks for not leaving." The words were spoken quietly, but they were genuine. Hawks melted on the spot. "Aww, kiddo. I promised I wouldnt leave ya. I dont break promises if I can help it." Tokoyami shrugged, and hugged Hawks. Hawks froze, Tokoyami was never this affectionate. Hawks smiled and returned the hug.

"Now let me sleep." Tokoyami buried his head back in Hawks's side, and pulled the blankets over himself. Hawks let out a loud laugh, gaining the others attention. "You were right, Ashido." He grinned at the girl. "He really is moody in the mornings." Denki snorted, and Mina burst out laughing.

Soon, everyone was laughing and chatting like normal fucking kids. 'As they should' Hawks thought to himself. He hefted Tokoyami over his shoulder, holding him in one arm. Tokoyami gave a shout of alarm and complained the whole way over, but was silenced by Bakugo's pancakes.

Hawks grinned and laughed along with the kids, a wing subtly draped over Tokoyami, who seemed grateful. Hawks sighed, content for the first time since he received that phone call.

This was nice.

Well, it was until he had to leave. Hawks really didn't want to, afraid that of he turns away, Tokoyami and his class might get hurt again. Tokoyami assures him they'll be fine, even though Recovery Girl told Tokoyami to go back to bed as he was still concussed. In fact, many of the kids were left concussed. Hawks was worried about how wrong this could've gone....

Tokoyami was dragged back to bed by Mina, who promised Hawks she'd keep an eye on him. "After all, I owe him for taking care of me! Did you know he took the brute of the rocks collapsing?" Hawks stopped, and so did Tokoyami. "Ashido, wait—" Tokoyami tried to stop her, but she was on a roll now. She explained the fight in detail, and how they messed up.

"Yeah! The whole cave was coming down on top of us, but he still protected me! When I woke up..." Mina trailed off, looking unsure. She squeezed Tokoyami's hand tighter. "What? What happened?" Hawks was going to kill his intern either way, might as well hear the whole thing.

"...I honestly wasnt sure if he was alive or not. If Dark Shadow hadn't come out, I would've been convinced he was... yaknow...." Mina trailed off, staring at Tokoyami. Hawks raised his eyebrows in surprise. Mina continued.

"Man, I feel bad. After all that, he told me I was hurt and needed to rest. He ended up clearing us a mini path to safety." Tokoyami shifted uncomfortably, eyes on them. Hawks looked at his kid, who avoided eye contact. Hawks shook his head.

"So not only did you fight a villan head-on in you're own, get crushed by rocks, you then had the audacity to try tell me you were fine. Tokoyami I—" Hawks begun his lecture, only to be cut off.

"Tokoyami Fumikage get your ass to a bed right now before I make you!" Aziawa had come in at one point, Midoryia in tow. He already had one self-sacrificing child trying to help. Now there were two. Hawks watched in astonishment as Tokoyami stuttered.

"Wait— Mr. Aziawa, I'm fine— I swear—" Aziawa just grabbed Tokoyami's uninjured arm and dragged him upstairs. "First Midoryia, now you? Wait, where's Bakugo?" His voice trailed off as the three disappeared upstairs. Hawks laughed as he heard Bakugo curse from the balcony.

Mina laughed with him. "I'll make sure he stays in bed, promise!" She smiled up at the hero. Hawks grinned back. "Dont forget to take care of yourself too." Mina nodded. "Obviously, I'm not stupid like those guys—"

"Shouji, I swear to god! I said dont move! And what did you do? One job, kid, you had one job!" Aziawa shouted from upstairs.

Denki and Sero howled with laughter, though it dissolved into groans as their wounds were bothering them. Jirou simply buried her head sleepily into Yayorozu's sweater. Iida was dragged into a pillow fort made by Uraraka and Asui.

"Hawks!" Endeavor called from the front door. He, like Hawks, hadn't been able to let go of Shouto, who seemed uncomfortable, and a little frustrated. Hawks sighed and looked at Mina. "A hero's job is never done. Take care of Tsukuyomi for me, will ya?" Mina nodded as Hawks left the building.

Mina watched over Tokoyami like a hawk (according to Mina the pun was intended) and in no time at all they were returning to U.A, and classes begun again.

Tokoyami walked into his dormitory room and flopped onto his bed. He heard Bakugo yelling, and Midoryia laughing nervously. Tokoyami sighed and melted into his bed.

Yeah, it was good to be back home.

Jesus this took forever...

I ended up not sleeping for 24hrs and adding to this so it's got more words (22608) so hdhdjdhd I'm sorry

I'm gonna go eat my body weight in food and try sleep more but I regret nothing!!

#boku no hero academia #tokoyami #bnha hawks #aizawa shouta #bnha mina ashido #gonna go now byeee

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myheroaizawashota · 5 years

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I'd totally die if you could write aizawa x reader something really wholesome. Like the reader confessing their love and saying that he is a good man And it ending in cuddles and just some fluff stuff. (Sorry if it's not very specific/sucks)

[Ugh I actually LIVE for this kind of thing so, aha no shame in asking for it lol. Honestly just thinking about writing this one made me tear up and gag becusse it’s disgusting how much love I can actually write about this man...(plus I think sometimes aizawa needs to hear these things from time to time) ]

Your heart pounded in your chest as the heels of your shoes clicked with each step you took down the halls of U.A. Normally you didn’t feel such a jittering in your chest when walking around the building, but today was a little different. This would be the first time since the USJ incident you’d be seeing Aizawa. It was crazy to think that stubborn emotionally detached grump of a man made your heart accelerate this much just in anticipation. Shouta wasn’t typically the kind of man one warmed up to. He was distant and the brunt force of his words could be taken as some by vicious and cruel, even uncaring....but you saw another man behind that facade. You knew there was a caring, more kind nature to him that not many were blessed with the knowledge of.

That’s why when you had heard about the attack on the USJ, it broke your heart to pieces to know what had gone down. The more in-depth details of the incident had been kept on low and low as per requested by the principal, but from the details you had gathered from your fellow colleagues Aizawa among was one of the few severely hurt. You didn’t know much of his condition, all you knew was that he had went down fighting for the safety of his students.

You could just remember when Yamada first told you the details of the fight. Your body stood there numb as a laugh shook through your chest. Though you were laughing, tears had began to gush from your the ducts of your eyes, the laughter becoming sobs as your viciously rubbed the ball of your palm into your eyes “that sounds like Shouta...” You couldn’t hold yourself together in that moment. While you wanted to be mad and upset, your body’s natural reflex was to laugh. As much as the man would complain about his students, and complain about their irrational tendencies and over enthusiastic voices, you knew he cared for them as if they were his own children.

You shook your head, clearing the thought from your mind as approached closer to his class room. You had texted him earlier to make sure it was fine you were stopping by. You knew being out for a day or two after the incident really pushed his lesson plans back a bit, and you didn’t want to get in the way and cause any further detrimental effects on his students learning. Even though he has responded with a very ambiguous consent, you still couldn’t help but maybe think you should just come back another time. What did you really plan to say to the man? Sorry you got your ass kicked, but I’m glad your okay.

You stopped in front of the door of classroom 1-A hand hovering on the door knob as you debated over weither or not knock first. Your brain always tended to go a bit goofy when you were around Shouta...it was sad to say the least. Yamada would constantly jab jokes at the soft spots you held for the solemn teacher of the first year hero students. Often times he’d just chant very juvenile things whenever Aizawa was in an ears shot, though for Yamada, an ears shot could be half way across the building. “Y/LN AND AIZAWA SITTING IN A TREE-“ “if you so much as finish that sentence I swear your a dead man walking” “Oooooh relax, im just joshing you around y/n! Besides killing me doesn’t seem very plus ultra of you.”

It wasnt just apparent to Yamada however, apparent most of the staff knew you held an unusual fondness for Aizawa. Some thought it was sweet you were able to find something to love about the other, most thought you were just wasting your time. It was sad just how obvious you were about your feelings and yet it seemed as if the other still couldn’t pick up on your feelings. With a trembling hand, you took a step back from the door hoping to escape unnoticed...but that ship was soon to sail. As you moved to turn around, your heart clenched as you heard his voice on the other side of the door, almost sounding agitated with your indecisiveness. “Are you coming in or not? When you said you’d stop by I didn’t think it would be just to stare at my door.”

Wildly your heart began to thrash around your chest in panic as you tried to formulate a response, any response, though the best you could muster up was the strength to crack the door open. With a heavy chest you pushed the door just enough to slither into the room, eyes freezing as you fixated on his body....you’d never seen him look so...vulnerable. You couldn’t help when the tears began to freely stream down your cheeks as you moved closer into the room. “Aren’t you just a sight for sore eyes, huh?” You couldn’t help the soft smile that tugged at the corners of your lips as your eyes made contact with his body. You weren’t happy to see him like this, not in the slightest, but for some reason you couldn’t help but smile. Maybe it was the knowledge of seeing him alive or maybe the fact that you always smiled when you were anxious, and especially when you were around him.

The sound of your tears settled in the under tones of your voice, but if anyone could pick up on them, of course it would have to be him. “Why are you crying?” He asked in his typically monotone voice, you immediately becoming self conscious of your actions.

Frantically your hands began to wipe at your face sniffling softly as you gave a nervous laugh “how do you know if I’m crying or not you jerk...you can’t even see my face”

His body stiffened in his chair, and simultaneously you began to feel worse. “I can hear it in your voice y/n...plus I can still see past my bandages. It wouldn’t be very practical if I couldn’t now would it...”

You couldn’t help but snort after his retort, you moving closer to your friend sitting yourself on the edge of his desk. “I’m sorry...it’s just...when i was told what happened, I didn’t think to prepare myself to see you in this bad of shape. I knew the injuries you sustained were pretty bad but....” you paused your hand trembling as you moved to push the bangs that fell in his face just far enough back to clear the view of his eyes . “I-I didn’t think it’d be this bad” you whimper the tears once more falling. The smile you’d been holding onto dropped at the same time your hand did, your body shaking as you cried. The sight of him like this hurt your heart and you couldn’t bare to look at him.

This time, it wasn’t as subtle that you were crying. He may not have shown it but most certainly he didn’t care to hear you in so much agony. “I asked you before and you didn’t answer me, I’m going to ask you again. This time please answer me.” His tone was a bit more pressing, the edge in it making you flinch backwards. You knew he wouldn’t hurt you, it was just...he sounded so aggravated with you, and that wasn’t what you wanted at all. “Why are you crying Y/N”

It took a minute for you to answer the question...honestly you didn’t know how to at first. The only thing you could think to do was ramble, ramble endlessly and quickly. “B-because...I was so worried for you Shouta! When Yamada told me what happened, I just couldn’t help myself. I cried uncontrollably like a giant toddler... I was so scared that the last time i saw you would be the last time i saw you.” Your words were coming out uneven as you frantically sobbed, your body shaking. “You’re always so quick to think logically in every situation, but how come in the one situation you should have been the most logical about, you decided to act like a giant bone head!”

Aizawa was taken aback by your tone, his body language changing as he listened to you sob. If you could only see his face under those bandages you’d see the grimace spreading across his lips. It pained him to see you so upset....he wanted to interject but before he could you were already back to spouting nonsense his way. “I know you had students to defend and i know you’re not the type of person to just stand by when the stakes are high, but you could have died out there! And I wouldn’t have been able to tell you any of the things I’ve been so afraid to say!” You your sobs mixing in with laughter. “I w-wouldn’t have gotten the chance to tell you how much you infuriate me sometimes when you act like you don’t know I care about you! I wouldn’t have gotten the chance to tell you that I adore the way your lips pull into a pout when you fall asleep while your grading papers in the lounge! I wouldn’t have gotten the chance to tell you that I love the feeling I get when I’m standing next to you and you casually let your pinky brush against mine and act like it was an accident, even though I swear every time you do it I can see you smiling.”

You were a nonstop mechine of tears and nonsense in this moment. The whole reason you were so devistaed by the entire thing was because you loved this man, and the thought of your entire world being ripped away from you without giving you the chance to even let him know he was your world ate away at you. You worked to steady your breathing as you moved to rub your face into your elbow, also attempting to muffle the sobs that were coming out far to quickly for you to stop. “I-it’s selfish of me to worry about all the things I wouldn’t have been able to say to you over the safety of your students, but what was I going to do if you would have died out there before I was able to tell you how much I love you Shouta.”

There was a silence in the air as you both sat there. Neither of you knew what to say in this moment and it was evident. You just sat there mortified, that this was how you finally confessed your feelings to the other, and that he had no response towards any of it. Finally it came time that one of you broke the thick silence that settled between you two. “You talk to much...” shouta responded standing to his feet. Your heart broken into pieces as he said those four words, crushing the hopes that their would be just a minor bit of reciprocation to your feelings. Your head hung as you whimpered out the remainder of your tears. “I was going to say all of that in under five words.” He hummed.

Your head whipped around, watching as the other gently wiggled his arm free of their sling, you cringing as he hissed out in pain. “What are you doing you silly man? You’re going to hurt yourself...” you sniffled.

With a low grunt his arm dangled, he struggling to rest it against yours. You couldn’t see his hands through the casts, but you knew exactly what he was doing. The edge of his bandages gently carcasses your pinky, as he let out a sigh. It was different then most of his other sighs, this one sounded relieved. Rubbing your eyes you watched as he let his head rest against yours, nuzzling himself as close as he could without causing himself any more physical pain. “I guess since you went first I’ll have to sum this up in under six words then...I love you too y/n.”

#aizawa x reader #aizawa shouta #my hero academia #bnha #bnha requests #one shot #bnha fanfiction #toshinori x reader #hizashi x reader #bnha x reader #requested

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gradianvivian · 4 years

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Plot Twist | Alastair, Tobias & Vivian

Tagging: Vivian @gradianalastair @txbiwilde

When: Monday, April 13th

Where: Behind the Red Lion Pub, Field outside of Gradian Village

Warnings: Violence, Blood, Death, Murder, Guns

Notes: Alastiarr is bolded, Vivian is italic, Tobias is regular

He shook his head at Vivian’s question. His head was still clouded and he was coming down from an adrenaline high. He wasn’t in a state to be thinking. “My phone,” he said suddenly. “Tobias needs to know.” His hands still shook as he took out the device and typed out his message.

“Take a deep breath, Alastair.” Vivian assured as she watched his hands shake. But her eyebrows rose at what he said next. “Of course.” She answered, hell it was his pub, he did need to know. But it shocked her that this was his first reaction. Although that didn’t really matter, “What can I do to help?” Vivian asked after a moment. Suddenly feeling like she needed to take the turn to help him like he helped her.

Tobias didn't want to wake the nanny, but he had no choice. Something bad had clearly happened, and he was the thinker, which meant he had to figure out how to deal with whatever situation Alastair was in. He headed outside to find them, and when he did, his stomach dropped at the sight of the man on the floor, and the sight of Vivian standing there with him. "Fucking hell, Alastair. What the fuck have you done?"

Alastair shook his head at the woman again and then looked up when he heard his brother join them. "Something stupid as usual, brother." He wiped a splash of blood away from his eyebrow and groaned. "Didnt mean for Viv to see." He glanced over at the mentioned woman with a guilty expression.

“He was trying to help me, to defend me. That wasn’t stupid.” Vivian said, looking at Alastair for a moment before looking back at Tobias. “The same asshole who spilled his drink on me last week thought he could come back and push me against the bar and manhandle me. I could barely breathe or grab a glass to smash over his head before he came downstairs.” She finally explained, letting out a sigh as she adjusted in her spot. “He took him outside and I closed up. I didn’t think he would still be here but I wanted to thank him for helping me.”

Tobias sighed, running his hands over his face. He didn't care about what Alastair had done, he cared about where. This was risky, especially with his children upstairs. "I understand, Vivian", he started, looking over at the woman, though his gaze kept moving between them. "But Alastair, you can't be doing this hear. We went to the site for a reason, to keep this business out of the village. And now I have to figure out how we're going to handle this. We can't take him to the hospital, he'll tell the doctors what happened before we have a chance to get to him. We can't leave him here for someone to find. We have to finish him off."

Alastair closed his eyes and nodded. He knew he'd fucked up, put the business at risk: put the family at risk. "I know." He sighed. "Didnt mean for it to go down like that, not here. Tried to get him to go on his merry way, wouldnt stop shooting off his fucking mouth though." He glanced over at the broken body. "Lost control," he admitted as if it wasnt obvious.

All of this was a lot to take in. They were talking like this had all happened before. She stood up from her spot, groaning softly as she did. Almost forgetting of the bruises she must have in the midst of all the the injuries she saw between the two men. She leaned against the wall where Alastair was sitting. “The fucker loves to run his mouth so I can guarantee he would try to tell anyone who would listen.”

He nodded as he listened, feeling as though Vivian understood the need to do what he had said, it was the only way they'd get away with it. "It's what we need to do, Alastair. Otherwise this could end badly for us, and we can't see that happen." He walked over to his brother, glancing at Vivian as he crouched down, placing his hands on Alastair's cheek. "So I need you to pull yourself together so we can do it."

Alastair opened his eyes to hold his brother's gaze. He clenched his jaw and nodded firmly. "I'm here," he said after taking a breath. "I'm with us." He got himself to his feet and shook his hands out. "Viv, could you run inside get me a towel?" He gestured towards his hands and face. "Need to fucking clean myself up." Then he turned back to Tobias with a sigh. "Drive him offsite then?"

Seeing the two of them interact with each other was an interesting sight. It was like the understood each other on a deeper level or been through hell and back together. Regardless she admired it. When he spoke she nodded, “Of course. I’ll get a couple.” She said before heading inside to grab a few of them. Taking another deep breath once she got inside the bar again. Still trying to understand all of this, but there wasn’t time. So she went to where the towels were kept. One was dampened with water and the other dry.

Tobias watched as Vivian walked away, and once out of earshot, he turned back to Alastair. "Are you okay?", he asked quietly — Alastair had already been in a vulnerable state in front of Vivian, and he had wanted to ask his brother that question when they were alone. "Once this is over, we need to talk to Vivian, okay? Not a threatening one, but we all need to be on the same page if anyone asks questions."

"Not really," he said with a look down at his shaky hands. "But I will be." He looked up at his brother with determination. "She's taking everything pretty well so far considering. Seems promising."

Vivian finally headed back outside with the towels, "I grabbed a couple, just in case. One is wet and one is dry, just in case the blood wants to be stubborn." She knew a few things from fights she had witnessed and countless times that she had defended herself before.

Tobias nodded. "You talked about bringing someone in. If Vivian can deal with all of this, we can test her, work out how far she'll go." When Vivian came out, Tobias stood back up, nodding again. "Get cleaned up, I need to go upstairs and grab some things", he said quietly, his keys were in his pocket, but that all he had. Pulling his keys out, he held them out to woman. "Vivian, pull my car around, reverse in. Then help Alastair pick him up and put him in the boot, i'll be back in a moment", he said nonchalantly, before turning and heading back inside.

"Thanks, Viv," he said while grabbing the towels. He nodded to Tobias as he began with wiping his face and neck. Once his brother headed back into the building he turned to Vivian. "Sorry to drag you into this," he addressed her. "Holding up alright?"

"No problem at all." Vivian said before she turned her attention to Tobias, taking in all his instructions, nodding at them. "You got it." She replied before watching him walk inside. He really did have quite the head on his shoulders, being able to handle all of this with ease. One of her hands moving to go through her hair again once Alastair spoke to her. "Its okay, I trust you guys. Whatever you guys think is best, I'll do what I can to help." Although his next question she shrugged, "I'm doing fine. Sore from the asshole trying to bend me over the bar....but it isn't the first time it has happened to me."

Heading upstairs, Tobias headed straight for his office. The only thing he really needed was one of the guns stashed away in a drawer, and he grabbed it quickly, putting in the waistband of his trousers behind his bad and telling the nanny he'd be back soon, wasting no time in going back downstairs so they could get away from the scene as soon as possible. Getting to the door, he looked to see where they'd gotten to. "We need to do this as quickly as possible."

"Viv was just leaving to get the car," he said with a motion towards the woman. "She says she trusts us," he said to Tobias once she'd gone. He was nearly done wiping the blood from his hands.

Vivian was already heading towards the car once Tobias was heading out. Quickly making her way to the parking lot, glad to find that it was empty. At least they had it going for them that the town was quiet tonight. She got in the car and followed his instructions of backing it in the area behind the pub. Once she got out of the car she headed back towards the two men. Hitting the button on the keys to open the back of the car. "Do you need any cover at all? He is quite...messy." She said looking over at the half conscious man on the pavement.

"The hardest part has not yet passed", he said quietly once Vivian had walked away to get the car, eyes focused on the man laying on the floor, hoping he wouldn't wake up fully before he did what he had to do. "She's about to witness a bullet being put through his skull, let's see how that goes first." As the car pulled around, Tobias simply observed, wanting to see how Vivian handled all of this, including having to put a man into a car trunk to send him to his death. "I'll take care of that later."

Alastair didn't waste anymore time, immediately moving to pick the man up once the car was ready. He ignored the pain in his hands and the soft groans from the body.

Vivian watched as Alastair wasted no time picking up the other man. She couldn't help but worry though, wouldn't he be in pain lifting him up? Regardless she shook her head and looked between the two of them. "You probably need this back." She said handing Tobias the keys, "What next?"

Tobias watched, walking over to get the keys back and reaching up to close the trunk on the man without a second thought. “Get in”, he said firmly to Vivian, knowing that Alastair would know what to do. “Get in the back seat. We’re going for a drive.”

Alastair took up the passenger seat and winced at his left hand. "Fucked up your set," he complained in reference to the sprain Tobias had set for him just a few days earlier. He glanced back at Vivian and flashed her a small smile that didn't quite reach his eyes.

Hearing his firm voice made her raise one of her eyebrows, but she didn't question it at all. She got into the back of the car, closing the door behind her. Her eyes wandering between the two of them. Crossing one leg over the other she was wondering what this evening would have in store. Her eyes landed on Alastair and she noticed his smile, she gave him a small one in return. Wanting him to know she was alright, but she also hoped he was as well.

“Be prepared for the out come of this”, Tobias said to Alastair before getting into the car. Once they were all inside, he turned on the engine and pulled out of the car park to head in the direction of somewhere discreet. “The police have only just cleared up the two bodies days ago, we need to take care of this one ourselves” he said mostly to Alastair, though kept his voice loud enough for Vivian to hear.

He tapped his fingers on the dash and nodded in thought. "Pig farm would be better than burying," he tossed the idea out. "They'd take care of him down to the bone. Just have to burn the clothes and get rid of the bullet." It was ultimately Tobias's decision of course. He glanced back at Vivian again. He hoped to god that she could handle it.

Vivian took in everything they were both saying, shocking would be an understatement. Although she really wasn't sure what else she thought they would do. And the police knew about all of this too? It was an information overload for her but for some reason she knew she could trust them. She was going to let them handle it and do what she could to help. But she did know some things that she thought could help, "I'm also pretty sure he doesn't have any family. He spent almost all his time in the pub or hitting on women around town.”

Tobias picked up speed as they got to the main road, looking at Vivian in the rearview mirror to check if she was okay. "You can't predict when workers are around at farms, they work some crazy hours, we can't risk being seen", he said when he moved his gaze back to the road. "Let's cross that bridge when we come to it", he picked up more speed, wanting to get out of town as quickly as possible. The village was small, and it didn't take long to get out of it's boundaries.

"Might be worth it to get one on payroll," he said, more just thinking aloud than making an actual business suggestion. Once they were out of the village he turned to his brother to get a better idea of what he was thinking. "Burial it is then? By land or by sea?"

She nodded, he was right that probably wasn't something that needed to be worried about now. Vivian leaned back in her seat, still looking between the two of them. It was interesting to watch the both of them. They seemed to have some sort of system and she didn't want to try to interrupt any of that.

Tobias nodded in agreement — that could come in handy. “I’ll ask the police chief to arrange a meeting. I think it’ll be better to have them there. The speed got them to the site he’d chosen quickly, and he drove straight through the car park and onto the field, turning the engine off. “Vivian, I need you to use your phone as a flashlight. Alastair, help me get him out.”

Alastair raised an eyebrow, surprised he'd actually made a suggestion that his brother found worth while. He wasn't about to dwell on it though, not the time. He got out of the car swiftly and made his away to the trunk. Getting him out was a lot easier with Tobias's help and soon enough they had the man a safe distance from the car.

Vivian got out of the car once they parked, taking her phone out of her pocket as she did. "You got it." She swiped up then turned on the light, holding it up and staying close enough to help them. Even though she felt a lot of questions in the back of her mind, she was still set on helping them.

Once they had the man out of the car and laying down on the ground, Tobias stood over him with a sigh. He didn't want to freak Vivian out with what he was about to do, but it had to be done, and they could keep her quiet if they needed, but his mind told him that wouldn't be necessary. He reached behind himself and pulled the gun out of his waistband, checking the chamber. "We'll have to come up with a story of where we went tonight in case anyone recognised us driving out of the village."

"I'm sure we'll think of something. Maybe the lovely Vivian wanted to take us for a beautiful midnight stroll through the countryside," he joked. "Or we could be on our way to check out a pub in the next town over, something like that." He shrugged and then gestured to Vivian's ear. "You may want to cover up."

She tried her best to keep her eyes from growing when she saw the gun. Vivian rose one of her eyebrows at Alastairs suggestion, honestly it was almost refreshing, glad to have the distraction even for a second. "Don't go stealing my ideas for the future." She joked in return before clearing her throat. "If its to check out a new pub you could have brought me for another opinion." She added on, keeping her phone up for the light. Looking between the two again and finally snapping back to reality. "Thank you." Vivian moved her hands, taking his suggestion.

Though the other two joked between themselves, Tobias remained serious, thinking of ways to handle this situation as he always did. "People would question why we were out at this time. Something along the lines of taking Vivian home after her shift but an emergency came up." Once he'd checked the chamber, he held the gun up, pointing it straight at the other man. He'd have to be close to aim accurately in the dark which meant bloody would splatter back on him, but he'd have to deal with that.

Alastair crossed his arms and looked down at the man. It never sat well with him to watch Tobias get his hands dirty. As far as he was concerned, he did the killing so his brother didn't have to. If Tobias still had to be the one to pull the trigger was fucking good was he to him?

Vivian never thought she would see Tobias holding up a gun to someone. It was a sight to take in, her eyes went to Alastair again. Wondering how the two of them were so calm and collected. "Maybe we can use my injuries that I fell at work, slipped. You guys took me to get checked up." She offered, she wasn't a klutz but not many others knew that." She watched him aim at the other man again. "Do you need more light?" Vivian asked softly, imagining it couldn't be easy to work in the dark.

Tobias looked over at Alastair — he'd been concerned about him from the moment he'd walked out behind the pub, and that feeling hadn't gone anywhere. "Alastair", he said quietly, "This'll be alright, okay?". He turned to Vivian next, nodding. "Yes, that will work, though there will need to be some record of you being there. We can figure that part out. No, i'm fine on light." With that, he turned back to the man, taking the safety off, and with a blank expression, pulled the trigger — he didn't even flinch when blood splattered back at him, he was too used to it.

"I know," he spoke more quietly than he had almost all night. The shot rang out. "Got you here to fix all my mistakes." It came out bitter, aimed at himself rather than his brother. With a sigh he went back to the car and fetched one of towels Vivian had provided him with. He tossed it to Tobias and then turned to Vivian to see how she was managing.

"It was on the schedule that I worked tonight on my own. It was close to closing I could have spilled some water and slipped." She offered, trying her best to try to cover any bases. Although she knew she didn't know as much as the two of them. Vivian almost noticed a change in Alastair, she wanted to ask if he was alright but she knew it wasn't the time. Plus she was more distracted the moment Tobias shot the man, seeming to have no problem with it at all. Her eyebrows furrowed as she tried to wrap her mind around it, taking a deep breath. Finally taking a deep breath after a few moments.

Tobias just stood there for a few moments, putting his gun back in his waistband. It was a few seconds until he turned around, looking at Vivian with a blood splattered face. "It'll probably be better to say that we took you home, came over with you to make sure you were alright", he said, grabbing the towel as it came towards him and wiping his face. It just smeared some of it, but it was better than it was. Second time in a week he'd have a shirt to deep clean. He turned to Alastair, wrapping an arm around his neck and pulling him against him to whisper in his ear. "You did what you did to protect someone. That is not a mistake, you did not make a mistake."

Alastair closed his eyes and nodded his head against his brother's, willing himself to believe the words. He wasn't sure if he could, but the fact that Tobias believed it lifted a weight from his shoulders. He nodded again and stood up straight. "Yeah, alright. We haven't got all night then. Got to get rid of this body."

"The only thing is I live close to the pub, we would be going the opposite way." Vivian tried her best to clear her mind, moving her phone back but still keeping the light on. She wasn't sure how to react or what to say. It took another few moments to speak again. "We can figure that out later..." She mumbled before looking between the two of them, looking for any further instructions or suggestions.

He walked over to Vivian with a calm manor, putting his hands on her arms as he looked into her eyes. "Vivian", he said softly, making sure his voice was calming. "Tell me that you're okay. I need to know if you're going to handle this. We'll say that we went to the store first because you can't carry shopping on your bike, but the store didn't have what you needed so we drove you back home. I need you to be calm when we get back, you have to be as convincing as possible." His gaze lingered on her for a second before he turned back to Alastair. "There's a shovel in the boot. Grab it while I check he doesn't have any ID on him."

Alastair watched the interaction between the two. He had high hopes that Vivian was going to be able to handle the situation. She was already fairing far better than many others would have in her shoes. He nodded at Tobias's order and grabbed the shovel to begin digging.

Vivian finally let a breath that she was holding in escape her once Tobias's hands moved to her shoulders. She looked up at him and met his eyes, nodding what he said, taking in all of his words before replying. "I'm okay...I'm okay." The second time she said it more confidently. "Convincing is something I can do. I promise." She assured.

Tobias nodded, satisfied with Vivian's response. "We'll discuss certain things, but they can wait until tomorrow, when we've all had a chance to reflect on tonight's events." When Alastair went to get the shovel out, Tobias leaned over the body, searching his pockets and finding the man's phone and wallet. He slid the items into his back pocket and stood back up. "We'll carry him over to the trees, it's better than in the middle of the field. Animals may dig him up to eat him and that'll be in our favour."

Alastair nodded in agreement and headed over to the treeline as directed. He couldn't help but be relieved as he began to dig. It seemed as though Vivian was going to make it through this little incident and be brought into the business.

Vivian nodded again at what he said, thank god because she needed quite a few drinks to be able to relax tonight. Her eyes moved between the two of them before picking her phone back up again for light. "Do you need help carrying him or digging?" She asked, feeling like she wasn't doing enough just providing a source of light for them.

"It'll be difficult for you to carry and hold him at the same time", Tobias said, but it wasn't to deny her help, but to made sure she understand it would be a challenge. "If you can manage to do both, then help me carry him." With that, Tobias put his arms under the man's shoulders, ready to lift him when Vivian had his feet, or to drag him along the ground.

Alastair continued to dig, glancing up at them every few minutes but not stopping his work. For once the pain in his hands was enough that they were actually bothering him. The quicker they got this done, the sooner he'd be back at the pub with some ice.

"It won't be a problem, I promise." Vivian assured, after working out and carrying shipments of alcohol over the years she gained a lot of strength. She easily lifted the mans feet, wrapping on of her arms around so they were still able to have some light to help them. Of course it made her body ache but it wasn't anything she couldn't handle.

Once they got over to Alastair, Tobias slowly started lowering the man to the ground so that Vivian could follow suit. "This will all be taken care of and over soon and we can all go home", he assured them both, looking over at the grave Alastair was digging. "Ready to put him in?"

By the time they'd carried the body over Aastair was just about done with the hole. A few more shovels and he stopped to wipe the sweat from his eyes. "Yeah, it's good. Toss him in."

Vivian set the man down for a moment, glancing over at Alastair. It was still surprising her how quickly the two of them were making this happen. But she didn't question it, not that she wanted to anyways. "Ready?" She asked Tobias before she lifted up the mans feet again.

Tobias nodded at Alastair, before turning back to Vivian and picking the man back up. "Ready", he replied, swinging the man slightly to use momentum before throwing him down into the hole in ground, assuming Vivian would follow suit. He could tell Alastair was suffering, so he gestured to him to hand over the shovel. "I'll finish the rest, take Vivian back to the car and rest your hand."

Alastair hesitated before handing the shovel over. Once again, he felt he was supposed to be the one that did this sort of thing. But he knew that his hands were slowing him down, Tobias would be able to get it done quicker. With a glance down at his bleeding hands, now both the palms and the knuckles, he gave his brother a nod and handed him the shovel. He stepped away from the grave and over to Vivian. "Come on then, Viv."

Vivian helped swing him into the whole, looking down at him once they did. She knew this was one of the many images from this evening she wouldn't be able to get rid of easily. Finally snapping back to reality once she heard Tobias ask Alastair to take her to the car. She felt like she could do more and by the pause of the other man she knew she wasn't the only one. But she nodded, "Of course." She walked with him to the car before glancing back over at his hands. "Are you alright? You're bleeding."

Tobias waited until they had walked away before he started shovelling the dirt over the body laying in the hole. Though he knew that he could always get out of a situation, that didn't mean he wanted them to happen. The chief of police would ensure it didn't come back to them should the body be found after their previous incident, he didn't want to appear as though this would be a regular occurrence. Once done, he followed the others back to the car and threw the shovel into the trunk. "Are we ready to go?"

Alastair gave Vivian a grin. "Yeah, fine," he said to dismiss her question. "Just gotta clean them up a bit. Looks worse than it is. And they've been worse, trust me. This is nothing." He winced a bit as he closed the door after getting inside the car. He looked back at her with a softer expression. "What about you though? Exciting night. How are you holding up, really?"

How he was able to grin after this was beyond her but she appreciated it. She gave him a small smile in return. “Okay if you say so.” One of her eyebrows raising when she saw him wince, closing her own door as well. “I am not quite sure yet.” Vivian said quietly, it’s probably the first time in awhile that her expressions and voice have been so soft in awhile. “It’s a lot. But I’ll be okay, I always try to make sure of that.” When Tobias got into the car she nodded and leaned back against the seat.

Tobias looked over at his brother, before looking at Vivian in the rearview mirror, observing their demeanours to figure out if he needed to offer assurance. "Let's go", he said quietly, turning on the engine and turning the car around to drive back to the village. "So our story is straight, yes? My brother and I took you out of the village to find a store than was open, and we drove you home because they didn't stock what you needed. That's all you need to say. Sure it with assurance, and no one will asked questions."

Alastair nodded at his brother in response, an unspoken understanding. He looked back at Vivian while Tobias laid out the story for them. He was confident she was going to do just fine. If she hadn't broken while seeing a man shot close range in front of her, he doubted having to lie to cover it up would be what did her in.

”It is,” she answered when he asked about their story. Vivian nodded as he continued to speak. “Of course, I can do that.” She assured, “Pretty straight forward and easy if you ask me. It wouldnt be out of the ordinary for me.” It was true, she had almost always been straight to the point. Even more so when she moved to Gradian.

Tobias nodded, satisfied with their answers. He picked up speed as they drove off, though not as much as usual, wanting to get back quietly but without drawing attention to them. After all, they were covered in blood with a muddy shovel in the trunk, not exactly a good luck. "Get cleaned up as soon as you get home. Have a shower, wash your clothes, and get to bed, you're going to need your sleep, you might feel different about all of this tomorrow", he said to Vivian, knowing Alastair would know the usual protocol.

"You alright if I get cleaned up at yours then?" he asked Tobias, already knowing the answer. "Don't want to risk letting anyone see me walk into the inn like this." He lifted his hands. "I'll get blood all over the doorknobs," he joked.

As tempting as it was to just go straight to bed after this she made note of all the instructions Tobias gave her. She nodded, "Regardless of what I feel tomorrow though, I want you guys to know you can trust me." She assured before looking back at Alastair as he spoke. Not being able to help but shake her head, but she appreciated how he was always able to joke around.

Tobias nodded in response to Alastair. He was picking up more speed, getting impatient with the desire to just get home. "Of course", he said, handing him a gold tin from the door pocket. "Light us all a cigarette each, please", he said quietly, glancing at Vivian every so often. "Let's leave that conversation until tomorrow, Vivian. It's better you sleep on it despite how you feel tonight."

Alastair took the tin and began lighting as instructed. He handed one first to Vivian, then Tobias, and finally himself before pocketing the tin to return when they arrived back home. He took a drag and let it out with a deep sigh. He didn't smoke nearly so much as his brother, but he'd never turn it down either. "Been a long night," he said in cooperation with his brother's suggestion of sleep.

Vivian nodded, Tobias was right. Sleep first, gathering thoughts later. Even though she knew she would have the same frame of mind the next day it was still smart to get a nights rest. "Thank you." She said once he handed her the cigarette. Gladly taking a deep breath and pausing for a moment before letting the smoke out. Leaning her head back on the head rest. "I hope we are all able to get decent sleep tonight."

He took the cigarette, thanking Alastair quietly before he took a long drag, using the buttons on his door to put the front windows down as he blew out the smoke. "You'll have to use one of our windows", he said, looking at Vivian in the mirror, "The back ones don't go down." He was silent for a few minutes, not really feeling the need to respond, but after a while, he chose to speak. "I'll be fine, i'm sure Alastair will be too.. If you're having trouble, you can call or text one of us."

A few more minutes of driving and they found themselves back in the village and nearly to Vivian's. He agreed with Tobias's assessment and nodded back to the woman.

Vivian nodded leaning forward to tap out some of ash before taking another drag. It didn't relax her enough but it was a start. "I appreciate it. Really." She gave a small smile in their direction before leaning back again.

It wasn't long at all until they reached Vivian's place, and Tobias turned off the engine, just sitting for a moment, hands still gripping the steering wheel. Though his mind mostly believed they could trust Vivian, there was always doubt at the back of his mind. "We'll speak tomorrow, Vivian", he said, looking at her in the mirror again. "Discuss some things."

When they parked at her house it didn’t register until a moment later that they arrived at her place. She took one last drag of the cigarette letting it out slowly. Looking back up at Tobias. “Okay, sounds good. I work later in the afternoon.” She offered before opening the door to the car. “See you guys later then...” she paused before getting out of the car. “And thank you again, Alastair for helping me. Really.”

He nodded. "I'll get in touch with you in the later morning, it's not a conversation we should be having at work. If you have any problems, get in touch. We've been here enough times to know how to help". He kept the window down to allow Vivian to speak to his brother.

Alastair nodded at her with a little nod. "Any time, Viv," he replied. "Though, hopefully with a less dramatic outcome next time." He waved her goodbye and turned back to his brother.

Vivian waved back at him and took one more glance at Tobias before she stepped back towards building for her flat. Tossing the cigarette down before stomping it out. Once she stepped in she let out a deep breath she felt like she was holding in most of the evening. She knew this was the start to a whole knew chapter in her life.

#murder tw #death tw #guns tw #violence tw #blood tw #smoking tw #para:plot twist #alastair #tobias #para

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hi-its-namjin-anon · 5 years

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Get Some Rest

Jin woke up early in the morning to a pounding headache and nausea practically overwhelming him. He clambered out of his bed and hurried into the bathroom, every step making his head throb. He’d barely dropped to his knees in front of the toilet when a thick, foul-tasting wave of bile forced its way up his throat. He gagged and retched, cringing at the sound of vomit splashing into the water. It was all he could do to keep the sounds he made fairly quiet so he didn’t wake the other boys. He kept throwing up, unable to stop no matter how hard he tried to hold it back, and he desperately hoped nobody else was awake. He had to be strong for them. He couldn’t be sick. Finally, after what felt like forever, it was over, and Jin drew a shaky breath and rested his forehead on the toilet seat. Tears were running down his face and his whole body was shaky and weak and his throat was burning and he just felt awful. After a moment, he pushed himself to his feet, nearly threw up again when he saw how utterly disgusting all the vomit looked, and then, after taking a moment to steady himself, he cleaned up and shuffled back to bed. His head still hurt, but he managed to fall asleep. “Jin-hyung,” a voice said, dragging him out of his slumber a few hours later. Jin groaned and blinked his eyes open to see Yoongi standing over him. He still felt like shit, but at least his headache had gone away. “Hi, Yoon,” Jin mumbled. “Go away. I wanna sleep more.” “No, hyung, you have to get up,” Yoongi said. “Busy day today, remember? We have dance practice and then-” “Oh, yeah.” Jin really didn’t want to do anything active, especially not first thing in the morning, but he didn’t have a choice. The group’s schedule was busy whether he liked it or not. He decided to just tough it out. He’d be okay. “Yeah. Come on, time to get up.” “Okay, okay.” Yoongi left the room, and Jin tried to muster up the strength to get out of bed. He ended up closing his eyes again, and the next thing he knew Namjoon was there, shaking him awake. “Jinnie,” the younger man said. “Come on, you need to get up. We’re gonna be late. Wake up.” He tugged Jin’s covers off and pulled him up into a sitting position. Jin groaned and wrapped his arms around Namjoon’s waist, burying his face in his boyfriend’s stomach. “I don’t wanna do stuff,” he mumbled. “I didn’t sleep well last night. What time did I go to sleep? One? I’m not sure. And then I woke up again and-” He broke off, remembering that he didn’t want to mention that he was sick. “Yeah. I’m tired.” “Aw, baby, were you practicing late again?” “Yeah.” “Well, there’s nothing you can do about it now, but tonight I’ll be sure to hold you and make sure you get enough sleep. You’ll feel better once you’re up and moving around, too. And then when we get home we can take a nap, alright?” He ruffled Jin’s hair affectionately. “For now you’ve gotta get up, though.” “Alright. I’ll get up.” And he actually did get up that time. The sick feeling in his stomach didn’t go away, and neither did the exhaustion that had settled itself over him like a weighted blanket. But he got ready and didn’t complain, even though the car ride was hell and he felt awful. If Jin thought the car ride was bad, dance practice was even worse. Every motion made his stomach churn and he was still so exhausted. He had gotten away with skipping breakfast by just pretending he’d had something, but he still felt sick. “Can we pause?” He asked after what felt like hours but was really only around thirty minutes. “I need to go to the bathroom.” “Yeah,” the instructor replied. “Go ahead.” Jin thanked him and left the room, and as soon as he was out he ran down the hall to the bathroom. He felt like he needed to throw up again. He collapsed halfway there, though, crumpling to the floor as his legs gave out. He stayed there for a minute, savoring the cool tile, and then he got up again and made his way - walking this time - into the bathroom. He locked the door and sat down in front of the toilet wanting to just get it over with, but nothing came up. He heaved a few times, but nothing happened. He just felt nauseous, he realized. He splashed some water from the sink on his face and returned to the practice room, and they resumed their rigorous dancing. After an hour, they had another break, and not a moment too soon, because Jin could already feel the nausea rising again. He hurried off to the bathroom, but Yoongi beat him to it. Desperate, he raced off and found an empty room, where he threw up in a trash can. Then he leaned back, gasping for breath, and wiped away his tears. He couldn’t get rid of the horrible taste in his mouth, but at least he looked okay and wasn’t about to puke in the middle of whatever choreography they’d be going over next. With a sigh, he hauled himself to his feet and returned to the practice room. “Jin,” Taehyung said. “Here, have some water. You look thirsty.” He held out a bottle of water, and Jin realized just how dehydrated he was, especially after vomiting twice. He hadn’t had anything to drink since the first round of sickness that morning. He gratefully accepted the water and downed it all at once. It made his stomach churn and gurgle unhappily, but he needed to stay hydrated. He made it through another hour of dance practice, although he felt like his legs would give out at any moment and the headache from that night was starting to return alongside the ever-present queasiness. As soon as they had another break, he headed for the bathroom again, but as he approached the door of the practice room he started to feel even weaker than before. Dizziness took over, and it took all his strength to keep from stumbling too obviously as he left the room. Once he was out in the hall, though, the dizziness suddenly increased tenfold, and the next thing Jin knew he was laying facedown on the floor. His head was spinning and when he tried to push himself up into a sitting position his arms gave out. Behind him, the door to the practice room opened again and someone stepped out into the hall. “Oh my god,” he heard Namjoon gasp. “Seokjin! Seokjinnie!” The rapper was suddenly kneeling by his side, looking horrified. “Namjoon,” Jin replied weakly. Namjoon rested a hand on his forehead but then pulled it back when he realized that Jin was still hot and sweaty from dancing so it would be hard to see if he had a fever. “Jinnie, sweetie, what happened? Are you okay? Why are you on the floor?” “I was walking and then suddenly I was on the floor and now I don’t feel strong enough to get up. I’m not feeling so good today,” he admitted, swallowing his pride and ignoring his desire to not be a burden. “Can you elaborate?” Namjoon asked desperately. “Uh, yeah,” Jin replied. “It started really early this morning when I threw up the first time, and then I went to sleep and then when I woke up I still felt bad and I threw up again during our last break and I still felt bad and now here we are.” “And you didn’t tell anyone?” “I didn’t want to be a burden…” “Jinnie, you gotta tell us when you’re not feeling good,” Namjoon said. “We’ve told you, you’re not a burden. Everyone gets sick. You just need to let us know.” He ran a hand through Jin’s sweat-drenched hair. “Here, let me get you some water. I’ll be right back.” He stood and hurried back into the practice room. “Guys, Jin’s sick,” Jin heard him say. “I found him in the hall on the floor.” “Is he conscious?” Jimin asked. “Yeah. He told me this started early this morning and he’s thrown up twice. I don’t know what’s wrong but it sounds like he fainted just now.” Namjoon returned with a bottle of water in his hand. The other members and their dance instructor were following him, and they all knelt beside him. “Jungkook-ah,” Namjoon said, “run and get him a damp paper towel or something for his face. Instructor-nim, can you grab a fan? Hoseok, go let someone else know, okay? Jimin and Tae, stay here. Yoongi, go grab some more water.” Everyone hurried off to do as they were told, and Namjoon lifted the water he was holding to Jin’s lips. Jin gladly drank it, savoring the feeling of the cold liquid in his mouth. Taehyung ran a gentle hand through his hair and Jimin rubbed his back. Yoongi returned with two more bottles of water, and then he rested a cool hand on Jin’s forehead. The dance instructor came back with an electric fan. Tears started to roll down Jin’s cheeks, dripping onto the floor. “Oh, Jinnie, don’t cry,” Namjoon murmured. He gently wiped the tears away with his thumbs. “You’ll be okay.” “I’m just causing problems for y-” Jin cut himself off with a violent gag, and the next thing he knew he was coughing and practically choking on bile and water. Taehyung and Yoongi helped him prop himself up on his arms, holding him up as he heaved and retched and vomited on the floor. The dance instructor hurried off to grab a trash can, but by the time he returned Jin had already gotten everything out of his stomach. Jungkook returned with a handful of damp paper towels, and Namjoon took a couple and used them to wipe up Jin’s lips and chin. “We should get him to a hospital,” Yoongi said. “He doesn’t look so good.” “Yeah,” Namjoon agreed. “Let’s wait for Hoseok to get back and then we’ll figure everything out. Hey, hey, Jinnie, don’t cry. It’s okay. I’m here. I’ve got you.” Hoseok returned, followed by Bang PD-nim and a pair of young women Jin recognized as some of the medical staff members. Namjoon explained the situation and they quickly looked over Jin. When they couldn’t find what was wrong, they advised the group to take him to the hospital. Jin ended up sitting in the back of PD-nim’s car, cradled in Namjoon’s arms. Namjoon had him drink a few sips of water periodically so he would stay hydrated, and eventually they made it to the hospital, where it was determined that Jin was just seriously overworked, that he was so exhausted his body couldn’t function right, and that he’d be okay as long as he got some rest as soon as possible. Namjoon texted the other boys, who had stayed at the studio on the orders of the staff, and told them that everything was fine and he’d be going home with Jin. Thirty minutes later, Jin was curled up in his bed, cuddled up against Namjoon. The younger man’s arms were warm and comforting, making Jin realize just how tired he really was. His bones suddenly felt like lead, but Namjoon was there. Namjoon was helping him to feel better. “You gonna be okay, baby?” Namjoon asked, running a hand down Jin’s spine. “Yeah, I think so,” Jin replied. “I hope so.” “Good. Get some sleep now, okay? And try to limit your late-night dance practice sessions in the future.” He pulled Jin closer and started humming, and despite the fact that Jin still felt sick and tired and all-around awful, he finally drifted off into blissful unconsciousness.

#emeto #emetophilia #vomiting #fainting #sick seokjin #i'm a sucker for sick jinnie okay i'm sorry #fic uwu #namjin #exhaustion #poor jinnie

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colorfullfalls · 6 years

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Helpful Parkers

Peter Parker x Reader

Summary: Reader gets self conscious and Peter and May help her.

Peter Parker loves swimming. Sometimes you tease him by calling him tadpole rather than Spider-Man. That being said, he has been begging you to go jump in a pool with him. You have wanted to, but you couldn't. Your body grew from last summer, some in a good way and some not.

Your boobs had moved at least another cup size up and your butt had become larger as well. Those were the main reasons why you needed a new bathing suit. Your boobs practically exploded of all of your old ones. When you had told Peter the dilemma, he had been eager to go with you. He wanted to impress you by picking out really cute suits. That boy is nothing but a pleaser.

He had grabbed a lot of cute suits and threw them hectically into your arms as he shoved you into one of the many dressing rooms. You were laughing at how eager he was to see which ones you liked. After all, he did try to get the best possible ones.

You stript yourself out of your clothes and looked at the assortment before mentally making a try on plan. You seperated the two peices from the one suits and decided that the two peices would have to be the first contestant. Excitment ran through your veins as you took the first one off of the hanger and started putting it on. It was your favorite one.

Yellow was your favorite color and peter nailed it. This suit was yellow with white and blue flowers all over the top and the bottoms were just blue. You were grinning from ear to ear but that grin turned into a look of confusion as you stared in the mirror. The sight made your stomach drop. You did not look very good in this one, you thought as you turned.

The bottoms looked fine but the top not so much. Your boobs were too big even though Peter swore that it was the biggest size they had. And not only that, your stomach was not as flat as you thought it was. The soft rolls made you bite your lips in complete and utter disappointment. You sighed as you shook your head.

Some bathing suits just don't fit certain bodies, you were encouraged by that and decided to move on to the next one.

Yet again you were upset as you stared at yourself in the mirror. The top was actually the right size and so were the bottoms, but you did not want to get it. You were embarrassed by your stomach and you didn't want anyone to see you like this.

Maybe two pieces just weren't for you. You knew that other girls with a stomach could rock these easily and you thought they were beautiful. You just couldn't see yourself that way, it was your number one insecurity. The one peice were really cute too and you were excited to try them on. You prayed that they would look good, or at least better than the previous ones had looked.

Peter stood outside the stall as he scrolled aimlessly through his phone. He was surprised that you hadnt come out to show him any of them yet but he wasnt worried at all. You were gorgeous and you were probably just staring at yourself in them. He would do that if he were you.

You were staring at yourself, but not in the way Peter assumed. You were mad, upset, embarrased, and done with trying the bathing suits on. Even the one peices somehow managed to make you look really bad. You let out a shaky sigh as you put your clothes back on and sat on the bench. How were you going to explain to Peter that you loved those suits, they just looked awful on your body?

Peter slipped his phone in his back pocket as he heard your shaky sigh. You were on the verge of crying and he knew it. He knew it because he knew you like the back of his hand and the spidey senses did help a bit. He raised his hand and gently knocked.

"Y/n, baby, are you okay?" He got no reply, only a sniffle, "What's wrong? Was my fashion sense so bad that it made you cry?"

"No." You cried out from inside the stall. Peter's heart clenched at the sound. His girl was upset and there was a wall seperating him from helping you.

"Bub, let me in, open the door." He said softly as he put his head against the door. When you didn't he decided to take actions into his own hands. He looked around and saw that no workers or shoppers were around. He easily put his hands at the top of the stall and lifted himself up, moving over the wall and jumping down so that he was standing in front of you. You refused to look at him as you stared at the cement floor.

"What's wrong? Are you hurt?" He panickly asked as he knelt down in front of you. Your watery eyes avoided his soft and caring brown ones as you shrugged. He sighed in frustration as he ran a hand through his brown curls.

"I can't help you if you dont tell me anything, Y/n."

"I'm fat. I looked so bad in each of those suits. I was so excited to try them on and it ended up being a disaster." You croaked out as the tears freed themselves from your eyes and ran down your face.

Peter was at a loss of words. You were singlehandely the most beautiful girl he had ever seen and seeing you so upset about your body made him angry. Society made girls think that if they werent as skinny as a twig, that they were fat and ugly. Peter was not having it.

"I bet you that you were glowing in those bathing suits, you just let your mind get ahead of yourself," He sweetly said as he picked you up and sat down so that you were sitting on his lap. You stubbornly shook your head against his shoulder.

"My mind could clearly process what it saw and it was not a nice sight, Peter. Can we please just go home? I dont want to be here anymore."

Peter sighed as he placed a sweet kiss to your cheek, "Okay, lets go."

On the walk home you were uncharacteristically quiet and that worried Peter. He hoped that you would soon forget the dressing room and that you were return to his happy go lucky gal. Apparently the suits bothered you more than he thought. He was determined to make you feel better.

"Hey, there is a pet store around the block, why don't we go and look around?" He asked as he swung your hands back and forth. You smiled and gave him a nod.

"Let's do it."

You two walked in and you instantly felt the weight lift off of your shoulders. Why were you so upset in the store? You loved yourself and you were slightly ashamed that you let your insecurities get the best of you like that. You basically dragged Peter over to the cat room as you two slipped in. You had a big grin on your face as you kneeled down and began to pet the little fur balls. You let out a loud laugh as one even juped right onto Peter's lap.

"Can we take seven home? I want them all." You cooed as you ran your hand down a grey cat's back and up its fluffy tail.

"Aunt May would kill me. She isn't really a big cat person like you, love."

"How can you not be a cat person? They are just so lovable and god, I need them to live with me right now." You scopped the grey cat on you lap and hugged it tightly.

Peter looked at his watch and saw that it was almost time for dinner and his aunt would not be happy if you two were late yet again. You said goodbye to your new furry friends as Peter gently led you out of the store. Peter was glad that he made you feel better. Your mood had changed since the dressing room and for that he was glad. He hated seeing you upset and insecure like that. It hurt his little spider boy heart.

When you stepped into the Parker's apartment you were met with the lovely smell of expertly made meat loaf. May burns things sometimes, but boy can she cook. She offered you two a sweet smile as she grabbed the oven mits and got the pan out. Peter grabbed two glasses as you grabbed the chocolate syrup and milk out of the fridge. It was a tradition for you two to drink chocolate milk for dinner. It was your thing.

"How was shopping, get anything cute?" May asked as she sliced the meatloaf. Peter's eyes widened at the question as he saw your cute little face drop slightly.

"Um, no. I didnt see anything I really liked. Just have to keep looking." You said. Peter's heart hurt at the tone of your voice. The bathing suit still hurt you, meaning it hurt him too.

"That's too bad. After dinner we can go on to amazon and look because the bathing suits at stores are always aimed at the model type girls anyway." May offered as she set the food on the table and pulled her chair out.

Her saying that made you feel better, because what she said was true. There had to be a bathing suit out there somewhere that would make you look really good. Stores in New York barley ever had cute clothes with sizes larger than a medium which was very aggravating. May did most of her shopping online too.

"That sounds perfect May, thank you." You gratefully say as Peter ushers you towards the table.

A week later the whole bathing suit ordeal was long forgotten. Peter constantly showered you with love and adoration that it was hard to think bad of yourself. You two were bored on the rainy late June day and were lying on his couch as you watched reruns of cartoons. You two were a bit childish but at least you could act that way around eachother.

You laughed into Peter's chest as Wiley Coyote fell off the cliff and smashed right into the dirt. You and Peter were a tangled mess on the couch, not that either of you cared. Your legs were intertwined and Peter laid on his back as you rested on top of him, it was the go to cuddle positon. Peter had his arm wrapped around your back as the other lazily twirled a section of your hair between his fingers.

May walked in, complaining to herslef about the box that she tripped on while trying to enter the apartment. She picked it up as she read it and then held it out towards you.

"Hey, Y/n, this package is yours. Go try it on, sister." She encouragingly said. You grinned as you clumsily got up. Peter was being a little shit and wouldnt let go of you.

"No, stop, try it on later. I want to cuddle." He whined as you finally made it out of his spidey grip. You playfully rolled your eyes at him as you walked towards the bathroom with the box in hand. You were nervous as you slipped it on. Would this one look bad too?

Not at all. The yellow and grey bathingsuit looked great on you. The bottoms were high wasted so it covered up the rolls that you were self concious about. You happily covered your face with your hands as you continued to look at yourself. For once you thought you looked great in a bathing suit. You ran out of the bathroom and into the living room to show Peter and May, only May wasnt there.

Peter was on the couch still watching cartoons, his back to you.

"Where is May?"

Peter sat up as he stuggled to get the blanket off himself. He stood up and turned towards you, mouth going agape as you took you in. God, you were stunning. His cheeks and ears got red as he realized that he was just staring at you instead of answering the question.

"She went to grab milk because we used it all last night." He stumbled out the words as you walked closer to him. You were taking his breath away.

"Oh, well I like this, I mean I think it looks really good.. What do-"

Peter interrupted by pulling you in for a kiss. His hand went to your chin to nudge your head a bit for more access as the other one grabbed your hip to pull you closer to him. You were driving him crazy and he just loved you so much and there you were, looking fine as hell in his living room. You melted as he moved his lips from yours and began peppering kisses all over your face.

"You look like a snacc." He whispered as his forehead rested against yours. His brown eyes looked deeply into your e/c ones.

"Peter, stop, thats the worst." You laughed as you playfully shoved him away. Peter was not having it though and he pulled you right back to him.

"Seriously though, you look stunning. And as happy I am about you finding a suit that you love, I am reconsidering wanting to go swimming now."

You frowned, "Pete, why don't you want to go swimming?"

He picked you up over his shoulder and ran into his room, shutting the door. May wouldnt be home for a few minuets and she really didnt care that the door was shut. She trusted you two. She once even had a talk with you two that she as okay with you two doing it, you just had to promise to be safe and wise about it.

He threw you on his bed and jumped after you as he threw the blankets over you.

"Someone might see how gorgeous you are and then take you, can't let that happen. Now we have to hide in here for the rest of our lives." He explained as he left sloppy kisses all over your exposed skin.

You laughed as you attempted to crawl away from him but yet again he drug you back, making you squeal, which only made Peter even happier. The two of you stared at each other as Peter held you tight against him. It was peaceful until you felt the bathing suit top come undone. You accusingly looked at your boyfriend.

"Did you just untie my top?"

#peter parker imagine

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metal-requiem · 4 years

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i think cats are a lot smarter than we give them credit for, and i feel like i need to talk about mine. its just that kind of night. i used to have two, along with two dogs and a lizard.

i had a really good relationship with the our older cat, fuzzy wuzzy (we got her when i was very young), who was a black longhair with some orange and white speckles on her. like, she wouldnt let anyone other than me touch her, let alone pick her up. fuzzy was a street cat, and we got her when she still lived in new york. my parents let her get in the habit of going in and out of the house. well, that didnt go so well when we moved to pennsylvania. she liked the woods, but yknow. ticks. after my little brother got lyme disease twice, my parents made the call that she had to stay outside, because we didnt want to risk him getting it a third time. it was a hard decision, and i do feel constant guilt about it. i had to choose between a cat i had a strong bond with, and my baby brother. i kept her as well cared for as i could. fuzzy used to always walk me to my school bus, every morning. and shed be waiting for me to get home every afternoon, once she figured out the timing. she never missed a day, from sixth grade on. she kept it up even after we stopped letting her in the house. as she got older though, i dont think she could make the whole trip to my bus stop, so shed wait by the street lamp at the top of the hill, which was closer to the house. she still had a vantage point though, and shed sit and watch until i was gone, and she was there every afternoon. this year is the end of my senior year. fuzzy wuzzy was my constant friend through all of the shit i went through middle and high school. i knew she was getting old, and she was weak, but i had hoped shed be able to see me graduate. she died a week before my senior year started. i believe a coyote got her, from how the scene looked. even though she was declawed, fuzzy was one hell of a hunter. if she wasnt so sick, and old, i honestly believe she could have held her ground against it. it was a really, really slow death, one that she didnt deserve. i found her shortly after it happened, on the driveway, at like eight in the morning. she was still conscious, and even though she was just a cat, she looked scared. like she did when she was just a kitten that we had just brought home. i used to sing to her when she was still allowed in the house, so i sang those songs and pet her until she stopped breathing. she calmed down when i started singing. it took so long for her to die; she was a noble cat that didnt deserve that, and i do blame myself.

my other cat, zuko, is white and grey, and a few years younger than her. hes sweet, albeit a bit dumb sometimes. he really just wants pets. i was close to him when he was a kitten, but that stopped. i dont really remember why. i know its probably my fault. hes more bonded to my mother, i think. hes the polar opposite of fuzzy wuzzy though, and as long as you pet him continuously, hes good with you. now, i havent been dealing with quarantine well. lots of things have happened on top of it, the worst being that my beared dragon died a couple of weeks ago. cole meant an indescribable amount to me, and it fucking crushed me. he was really young, only five. also from petsmart. dont buy animals from petsmart. i do love our dogs (well, one of them. the other is my brothers, and i REALLY dont get along with it. i tolerate it for his sake), but im very much not a dog person. i dont get them, and they overwhelm me. i love maggie (the Real Dog) a lot, but ive been really lonely. ive really been feeling the void left by coles death. i noticed that ive been spending more time with zuko, since hes been seeking me out more since then. tonight, everything was just too much, and i wound up breaking down. he found his way into my room and jumped up on the bed, making me pet him. i cried, and talked to him, and hugged and pet him, and he let me do my thing, making sure i paid full attention to him. eventually i calmed down, and he let me pet him some more, then went to sit at the foot of my bed. didnt leave, though. he just sat there and kept looking between the door to my room and the window i have open. occasionally hes been sparing a glance back at me. if i sit up, he turns around and meows until i respond to him. i think hes checking if im okay. i also think hes noticed ive been lonely, and hes been lurking around me on purpose.

the moral of the story is, appreciate cats. theyre smart, and contrary to what many people seem to believe, they love humans. or some of them, at least. make sure your cats know you love them too.

#long post #sorry haha #im just In A Mood #cat #cats #not the movie #please god not the movie #anyway #look at this fucking cat

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ella-the-vamp-blog · 7 years

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Dan and Phil

Dan walked around the cafeteria in his worn out converse and ripped jeans, trying to spot which table his friends were at today. As usual they were in the very corner of the cafeteria, all huddled together and laughing. Dan sat between Byrony and Phil as soon as he reached the table. Once he placed his school lunch down on the sticky table Phil instinctively wrapped a protective arm around his best friend’s waist. Phil didn’t know it, but Dan had a huge crush on him, anyone who met them definitely knew. Thats why their friends made fun of them constantly, because Dan had told them his obvious secret. “Tone down the PDA mate,” PJ laughed from the other side of the table. “Oh shut up PJ, you’re just jealous because you don’t have someone you can do this with,” Phil shot back. PJ just scoffed and Dan giggled, leaning into his friends touch. “As if, Chris clearly wants PJ to fuck him,” Dan said without thinking. “Dan! You said you could keep a secret you dick head!” Chris blushed violently and hid behind his own hands. “Wait what?!” PJ exclaimed as if it wasn’t obvious. Everyone laughed except for Chris, who was still hiding. PJ took Chris’s hand from his face and held it while whispering something that no one else could hear. “Oi, tone down the PDA mate,” Phil mocked. “Oh shut up Phil,” Byrony but in, “So how long have you and Dan been together Phil?” Dan blushed and hid in Phil’s side. If they kept making jokes like this Phil would find out soon, and he couldn’t have that, it would ruin his friendship with Phil. “Come on ass hat. You all know were not together and never will be,” Dan remarked. “Mhm sure honey,” ~~ Later that day they were all going out to a movie, Dan had a backpack with a blanket and “secret” snacks to sneak in for him and Phil. Knowing them, they’d end up putting away the arm rest in the theater and cuddling while wrapped in the blanket, no matter what movie it was. Dan found it as his own personal heaven and suggested movie nights each week months ago. It was his only way to get the physical affection he craves and not be teased by Peej. “Hey Phil, do you want to come over tonight? My mums not home, we could stay up all night.” Chris asked waiting in line for their tickets. “Sorry mate I’m already going to Dan’s tonight.” “Yeah to fuck!” Peej laughed at his own dumb adolescent joke. Byrony giggled and nodded her head. “You aren’t funny dick, we’re just friends!” Dan defended. “You literally sat in Phil’s lap on the way over here,” Byrony said while giggling more, “And he played with your hair!” “Thats what friends do!” “Uh huh sure” ~~ During the movie Dan had somehow migrated into Phils lap again. Phil was playing with his hair with one hand and rubbing agonizingly slow circles on Dan’s hip with the other. Dan had no clue how Phil did this and still somehow payed attention to the movie. The entire time he buried his head in Phils neck and he was imagining fucking Phil. He knows its wrong to think about these things while he’s in his best friends lap but he cant help it. Slowly Dan started to grow hard, he shook his head and tried to think about anything else. grandma grandma grandma. “You okay babe?” oh yeah, another thing, they always called each other babe and baby, but they’re just friends mind you. “Mhm just tired,” Dan faked a yawn and snuggled farther into Phil’s neck. “Go to sleep then, I’ll carry you out to the car later and wake you up when we get back to your house.” “Mmk darlin, night.” Although Dan was faking the yawn he was quite tired, and he wanted to stay up late tonight. He decided it was best to just stick with the lie and go to sleep on Phils chest. ~~ Dan was currently snoring lightly on Phil’s chest and muttering something incomprehensible while being carried out to the car. “Oi, wake princess up,” Chris snickered. “I’ll just sit him on my lap and buckle him in with me. Let him sleep asshole.” “You know he likes you right?” Byrony stated matter of factly. “Yeah right, stop joking guys, you know I like him, theres no need to get my hopes up,” Phil scoffed and sped up towards the car. Their three friends shook their heads behind him. Dan and Phil would find out eventually. Right? ~~ “P-Phil,” Dan said lightly while tightening his grip on him. Phil thought that Dan had woken up so he responded with a small “hm?” but got no response. They had just dropped off Byrony and now were heading towards Dan’s house. Since Phil didn’t get an answer he just assumed Byrony slamming the door woke up Dan for a split second. That was until Dan grinded against Phil’s thigh. Phil felt a surge of arousal shoot through his body. Dan did it again and Phil gasped. Dan opened his mouth to moan again but Phil quickly covered his mouth. He couldn’t believe this. His best friend, not to mention his crush, was having a wet dream. In his lap. In the back of their friends car. Moaning Phil’s name! Phil debated waking him up, or just waiting until they got home and ignoring the whole situation. His awkwardness decided the second option was best. Only seconds later Dan was grinding again and panting against Phil’s hand which was still covering his mouth. Phil prayed to every god he could think of that this car ride would be over soon because he was starting to get hard under his sleeping friend. He knew that he shouldve moved his hands from where they were on Dan’s hips because he didnt want to invade his friends space during a dream like this. Phil’s self conscious had a different idea though and moved his hands somewhere worse. Dan’s plump ass. He knew it wasnt right but he couldnt fight his instincts. Dans grinding slowed, but only so that he could push back into Phil’s hands. Phil squeezed hard and Dan’s eyes shot open. “Oh no,” Phil whispered almost completely silent. “Ph-” “Okay guys, we’re here.” Peej announced from the front seat, “See you guys Monday. Have a good weekend.” Dan slowly and cautiously crawled out of Phils lap, careful to hide his hard on from his friends as they said goodbye. When Chris and PJ pulled out of Dan’s drive way Dans mouth failed to make a sound even though he opened it. “I’m so sorry Dan! I dont know what i was thinking but you were grinding on me- and- an- and you moan- moaned my name! My body was just reacting I’m so so so sorry!!” Phil spat out quickly. “Hey, ba-Phil, don’t worry, its okay, I lik-” Dan paused and didnt finish his thought, “Lets just go inside. We dont have to talk about it if you dont want to okay babe- Phil.” “Oh god I’m so sorry for making things awkward I didnt mean to but you kept going and oh god im so sorry-” “Has anyone ever told you that sometimes you need to shut up Philly?” “Make me,” Phil shot back but instantly regretted it. “Oh my god I didnt mean t-” He was cut off by Dan’s lips against his. “Do you really think you touching my ass bothered me? You even said yourself that i was moaning your name idiot.” “Shh,” Phil joked and grabbed Dans hand. The kiss had boosted Phil’s self confidence, and he thought back to what his friends said about Dan having a crush on him. “How about we go up to your room baby? We can handle the little problem I have and sort our relationship out afterwards.” “O-okay,” Dans usually dominating voice was small and timid now. He led Phil into the house and tugged his hands up the stairs. He wasnt leading because Phil didnt know where to go, of course he did, but because Phil was going at the slowest pce possible so that Dan would have to wait. “Please Phil, come onnn~” he whined. Once they reached Dans room he flung the door open. “Calm down baby, you’ll get what you want if you wait.” “But I want you now-” Dan was going to continue complaining like a child but he was cut off by a kiss. Phil pulled away and smirked,“Thats pay back for cutting me off earlier dick.” “Philly! No cussing!”, he playfully hit him on the chest. He was glad that his crush changed nothing. Hell, him grinding on his friend while having a wet dream changed nothing. They were still best friends and this moment made that clear to Dan. Phil smiled goofily at him and leaned in again, only to end up kissing Dan’s cheek though because Dan moved at last minute. Dan giggled and did it again when Phil attempted another kiss. “Oh whatever babe, now come on, I wanna kiss you more.” “Hmm- Nope.” Dan slid out of Phil’s grip and giggled as he ran across the room and leapt onto his bed. Phil chased after him, laughing also. He sat down next to Dan and just gazed at his friends eyes. “You’re so gorgeous Dan,” he said as he reached out and cupped his face, “Can I kiss you again?” “I dunno can you?” Dan teased. Phil rolled his eyes and leaned in slowly. Their lips collided and Dan swore he could feel his heart beating out of his chest. It all seemed so real, Phil’s hand in his hair, Phil’s lips on his own. Quickly he became paranoid. Even though they had this moment of goofing around would their friendship change after tonight? Would they end badly? Apparently Phil could hear him thinking because he pulled back. “Dan, baby calm down. We can stop if you want, we dont have to do anything. We can even pretend this never happened if thats what you want. I would never do anything to hurt you love.” “I’m just scared- I want you though, now come here again,” They kissed at Dans pace and soon Dan leaned back and rested his head against the pillows. “Will you touch me? Please? I dont care what you do. Just please-” “Of course princess. Can I straddle you?” Dan nodded and Phil climbed into his lap. He lowered his hands down to Dan’s sides and looked up for consent before putting his hands under Dan’s shirt. It was all so intimate, Dan couldnt help but moan at the light little touches running up and down his chest. “Please- just give me more please baby I’ll do anything.” “We’re gonna go slow okay? Just wait and you’ll get what you want.” Phil took Dans shirt off after asking if it was okay and slowly started to kiss over his chest. “You’re so pretty, have such a nice chest and a lovely stomach.” He pinched Dan’s side in a joking manor and smiled up at the giggling boy. Dan blushed and looked away,“Oh come on youre just saying that,” “I know you just found out I fancy you, but ever since we met I have thought that. Youre truly breathtaking Dan, and if youll let me I’d really really like to touch you right now.” He kissed down Dans stomach, closer and closer to his pant line. “Plea-” His plead was cut off by a loud moan as Phil kissed his dick through his skinny jeans. “More. More More More Please!” Phil unzipped Dans skinny jeans and started to pull them off. They got stuck at mid thigh and Dan burst out laughing. “Stop laughing you dick!” That only made him laugh more. Phil silenced him though by mouthing over Dan’s briefs. Dan gasped as soon as he felt the warm sensation through his underwear and Phil could feel his friends cock twitch. “How far do you wanna go love?” “Can- I- um-” Phil was sliding Dans skinny jeans off fully as Dan was attempting to speak. “Mhmm?” “Can you fuck me?” Dan said in one breath. Phil smiled up at him while he took his own shirt off. “How about you ride me? That way you can control the pace baby. Does that sound nice?” Dan glanced at Phil’s exposed chest and was only half listening when he nodded. “Have you ever prepped before? If you know what im trying to say…” Phil stared down at his feet and blushed as he was saying this. Dans confidence had shot through the roof with all of the compliments Phil was giving him so he decided to go with his cocky response. “Of course I have, I did this morning in the shower. Thinking about your nice thick cock. I want it everywhere. In my hand, in my mouth, in my ass.” Phil groaned and hurried to take off his own skinny jeans while Dan kept going. “I even did after school too, before the movie. I was thinking about you touching me the whole time. Thinking about your fingers trailing all up and down my chest. Thinking about your lips nipping at my neck-” he was cut off by Phil doing just that. He left a love bite right above his shoulder and then carried on with more all over Dan’s neck. He left one right below his jaw, one on his collarbone. Anywhere he could reach. “So I dont have to stretch you then?” Phil laughed in a teasing way and asked Dan where he kept the lube. “Be-bed side table-” Dan blushed as Phil pulled Dan’s boxers down. “Hm? Why are you so nervous? What else am i going to find?” He said casually as he slipped off his own boxers and reached for the drawer. When Phil opened the bed side table he expected pornos, or the pair of joke hand cuffs PJ got Dan last christmas. But not all of these. No. He would never guess that dan would have these. Lets just have a run down of what exactly Phil was looking at. A drawer full of bright pink and purple dildos. And vibrators. And lacy panties. Black ones to be specific. And two bottles of empty lube and one fairly empty bottle of lube. His jaw dropped as his picked up a huge vibrator. Phil would say that hes a pretty big guy down there but this fucking vibrator was at least ten inches. Dan hid behind his hands as Phil examined all of the different vibes and such. “Hm.. maybe we’ll have fun with those later, but for right now I think I’ll just have you ride me.” He smirked again cheekily and Dan just rolled his eyes and grabbed the last bottle of lube and a condom. “Shut up and turn over so I can ride you, you dick,” he said as he rolled the condom onto Phils dick. “Oh look at Mr.dominant coming out. Who wouldve guess you’re dominant with all of those toys in there?” Phil snickered at his own joke but Dan just hit his chest and shut him up with a kiss. Since Dan was acting so needy Phil decided it was best to just get on with it. So he had Dan straddle him and positioned his cock right at Dan’s entrance. As Dan slowly sunk down onto the tip of Phil’s dick they both groaned. Phil had to try with all his might to keep his needy teenage body from bucking up into Dan. “Oh god- can I go further?” Dan asked. “Of course you can doofus.” Dan tweaked his nipple for that comment; which was simultaneously causing pain and pleasure for Phil. He began to go further, taking in an inch at a time and pausing to groan and take a breath. It was pure agony for Phil to just sit there completely still so he tried to distract himself with praises for Dan. “Good job baby boy, you take me so well, look so good like that.” While Phil let these praises out Dan had nothing to do but gasp and moan. When he finally got all of Phil’s cock inside him Phil stopped with the praises and instead bit all over Dan’s neck again. The love bites from earlier were already starting to fade since they were nothing more than a little nip, but Phil was determined to leave a mark this time. He sucked and pulled at the skin with his teeth, pulling away only a couple times to kiss over the freshly bruised skin. When he was done leaving a bright red mark Dan was panting and pleading him to let him move. Of course Phil immediately told him to go whenever he was ready so Dan began bouncing up and down. Even though Phil knew Dan was a virgin he guessed by all of the sex toys that Dan was used to having something up his ass. “Please Phil, its not enough, I need you to fuck up into me~” Phil listened and started to thrust up at the same time that Dan was coming down. He knew he found Dans prostate because Dan gasped and went even faster at the same angle. “God baby you look so good, fucking yourself so good. Can’t wait to see your pretty face when you cum.” These little comments only seemed to spur Dan on more, but soon it was too much and he was completely wrecked. He lifted himself up off of Phils cock and laid next to him. “Phiw- is too much- need you to fuck me, m’ legs are too tired…” “Of course they are you lazy oaf,” after his remark Phil got right to it. He slid his cock right back into Dan and started to thrust back and forth. He could see Dan getting needier by the second, begging for more and blushing and gasping. Phil was entirely blissed out by all of the sounds Dan was making and by how good it felt. “Do you think you can cum untouched baby?” Dan nodded fiercely and moaned at the though of it. He reached behind Phil and pulled him down closer by his neck. “Fuck- Phil I’m getting close-” “You look so good baby, I bet you’ll look stunning when you cum. Begging for more, youll look so perfect.” Dan moaned at his words and started to grind back against Phil movements. Phil found Dans prostate again and pounded into it relentlessly, still letting little praises come out. “Such a good boy. Take me so well. You feel so good.” Dan writhed on the sheets beneath Phil and clenched his sheets tight with both fists. “I need you Phil- need to kiss you.” Phil obliged and leaned down to kiss the needy boy beneath him while keeping the same speed. “Are you going to come baby boy?” Dan groaned and released as a response. He felt as if he was floating for a second. His vision got blurry as he released white streaks all over him and his best friend. When Phil saw the completely blissed out face of Dan he locked eyes with him and released inside the condom. As Phil pulled out Dan found himself feeling empty. Even though some of his toys were huge, none of them felt that good. Phil reached over to Dan’s bedside table and grabbed some tissues that were obviously there for this reason. “So..” “No- no talking now please. Jus’ some cuddles please?” Dan looked up with a pleading, almost innocent look and Phil just couldnt resist. He threw out the tissues and the condom and laid next to Dan. Dan instantly wrapped his legs around Phil’s waist and arms around his neck and kissed him swiftly on the cheek. “Night cutie, we’ll talk in the morning over some pancakes and tea okay?” “Sounds great love, goodnight.”

#dan and phil phandom #dan howell #dan and phil #dil howlter #phil lester #danisnotonfire #danisnotinteresting #amazingphil #phandom #phanfiction #phanfic #phanfic au

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thetragicescape · 7 years

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I know no one asked for it buttttttt

This is my blog and I feel like venting. So here we go. More spun thoughts. I feel... hmm. I feel bittersweet. I miss my old roommate. She is honestly not a friend to me, she's a sister. That's how close we were. We hung out 24/7 during our freshman and sophomore years of college. Well, the half of sophomore year before I left. We knew everything about each other and made so many unforgettable memories. Her friendship has been invaluable to me, and we spent so much time together that she was more family than my blood family. She did have strong opinions about certain things, and that's why I hid my drug addiction from her. Her twin sister is addicted to the same drug. I constantly heard her talking shit on not just her sister but meth addicts in general. She was always saying how nasty it was and how bad tweakers were and stuff. I stayed silent the whole time or joined in on her shit talking to cover my ass, never wanting her to know that I was the very thing she despised. I thought that if she knew she would be angry, yell at me or say horrible things to me, or- worst of all- stop being my friend. And I absolutely could not lose her; she was a sister to me. I was confident that I could hide it well enough that she would never need to know, but we can't all be so lucky. The day before I left school, my ex (the one who would rob me the next day) ratted me out to her. I was both furious with him and scared that I was going to lose one of the best friends I ever had. What happened next was miraculous. Something I never would have expected in a million years. She didn't hate me, she didn't stop being my friend, didn't even say one rude word or remark. She was a little upset that I had hidden it from her for so long, but once I explained that it was because I valued our friendship so much and was terrified to lose her she seemed to understand. She even gave me a hug! I was so touched I was near the edge of tears- she knew the worst thing about me, that I was addicted to meth, yet she loved me all the same and was still like my sister. I was about 90 percent sure she would hate me for this, yet she accepted me fully for who I was, faults and all, when for so long I was terrified she would hate me if she knew. I only felt luckier by the second that she had reacted completely opposite of what I thought and that I had her. That night was the last time I saw her. I left college to run away with my ex, he ended up robbing me and my amazing best friend and his wife took me in and let me stay with them. I think of her a lot every day though and miss her. I felt bad leaving her alone there cause we were all each other had. At the time though I thought she would be okay. I mean, for as long as I've known her ive been secretly jealous as fuck of her. She was perfect in every way, and I wish I could say I was exaggerating. She was seriously perfect and I wanted to be her so bad. Honest to god I still do, and if you knew her you'd wanna be her too. She's skinny and absolutely drop dead gorgeous, not to mention amazing with make up. Guys were practically tripping over themselves for a chance to get at her when I was lucky if a guy so much as glanced my way. Getting love or sex or any male attention to her was as effortless as breathing. That wasn't even what I was the most jealous of though. I envy the fuck out of her magic social powers. I can think of another way to put it. It has to be magic cuz I sure as hell couldn't do it. She has some insane power of getting people to take interest in her without trying, and friends flock to her like a moth to a flame. Especially in her home town (when I went to visit her over the summer)- she was popular as fuck. Without even trying, she had more friends than she knew what to do with. All my life id been a near complete loner and desperate for friends, for connections and relationships. No matter what I did, my peers still hated me and I remained a loner. I went straight home every day after school and didn't leave my room cause I had no friends. She, on the other hand, never had to be lonely for a single second- hell, I didn't think she even knew what loneliness MEANT! Without even trying, she had what id wanted so desperately all my life- tons of friends, no loneliness, popularity and guys drooling over her. Over breaks when we went home, shed be having a total blast partying with tons of different people, while I sat alone in my room on the verge of tears because I was so damn lonely and wanted so bad just to have someone to hang out with. Sometimes it was hard not to snap out of pure envy- once she complained to me that she got invited to too many parties. Inside me I was ripping my hair out- like why the fuck are you complaining?! Hers was a "problem" I could only dream of having. Of course if she asked I said I hung out with friends over break because I was embarrassed to let her know how truly pathetic I was. I felt for so long that something was wrong with me and I didn't fit in with humanity because I was so fucking lonely, but she could get everyone in the world to be her friend by fuckin blinking at them. Also her parents were incredibly chill and not strict or controlling at all, the exact opposite of my dad. They cared about her, more than just her grades, they brought her self esteem up instead of crushing it, and they talked to her as an equal human. Which I couldnt pay my dad to do; to this day he talks to me as though Im an idiotic young child or an extension of himself. Never an equal. Hell, I was jealous of her for having grown up with her mom still alive- I lost mine when I was 7. Anyway. At school we hung out only with each other, so I felt very close to her. We tried many times to make friends with other people at the school, but everyone at that school was an ultra religious Jesus freak prude, so not our usual type. Still we tried. We learned pretty early on that people didn't like us for some reason. They got weirded out by us after hanging out with us once or twice and then magically disappeared, never talking to us again. Now i dont know if this is just a paranoid tweaky thought, but I think the word "us" isnt exactly accurate when placing the blame on why nobody wanted to hang out with us. I think the us is actually me. I was what chased everyone away. She has such an incredible talent at making friends that there was no way they didn't like her. I was what they didn't like, and I was always hanging out with her, so if they were chilling with her they were chilling with me. I dont know what about me did it- I seemed to have the opposite abilities of what she did. I suspected that I was the reason since last year, but what's happened in the last couple weeks only makes me think more and more that I was the reason we were so lonely. Since I have left the school, she has instantly made a whole group of friends. She's getting a house with them her senior year and everything. Without me to get in the way, her natural charms were uninterrupted and she found friends almost instantaneously. Nothing like that ever happened when I was around her. Im really happy that she has moved on and found friends so she Wont be lonely, on the other hand it made me sad she moved on so fast. I know that's not fair of me- I cant just expect her to never chill with anyone ever again because I was gone- but still i feel it. That tiny heart ache. Im quite replaceable I think, and Im glad she found her people and not loneliness. I mean it with all my heart, I want her to be happy because she deserved it. Ive experienced more than my fair share of loneliness and I wouldn't wish it on my worst enemy. But love is about appreciation not possession, and what matters is she is happy and has people to support and love her, whether i am included in that or not. Just like you trim weeds to make the garden flourish, my absence has helped her become the socialite she always wad again. I am sad that we are separated (and honestly jealous of her ability to attract people to her without conscious effort) but happy that she is happy. She's quickly moved on and Im sure that in time she will forget me completely. The thought hurts but I need to accept that it might be a possibility. I chased friends away from us, why would she want to remember that. I miss her to death but without my weirdness chasing her social life off, she is much better off. She's in her element again, a social butterfly spreading her wings and flying out into the world. I wish I knew her secret on getting people to want to be her friend or boyfriend or whatever , but ill just have to accept I never will. Even she doesnt know, its an instinct to her. I never was lucky enough to have that gift but oh well. That's life. It is what it is. I really hope that this is just the drugs and the paranoia talkin, that it wasnt my fault we had no friends and she also played a part in chasing them away. I hope with all my heart it isnt true, but deep in my heart I worry that it is. I guess ill never know the truth and Im honestly kind of glad, cause Im not sure I could stand to hear it if it had been my fault. I accept that ill never know. I still miss her though. Even if she forgets my name, ill remember her and her friendship and cherish the memories we made for my whole life. If she wants to continue being my friend, which there's a decent chance of because she still hits me up on Facebook occasionally to check on me, I will be ecstatic. Shes like my sister that came out of a different vagina 😂😂😂. Whatever choice she makes is hers though and I will have to accept it no matter what. Her happiness means so much to me that if she slowly forgot about me, id know at least she is doing well, uninhibited by my weirdness and free to put her social talents to use again. If our friendship does end (which is painful to think) I will hold onto the good times. Ill try not to cry because its over but smile because it happened. I would appreciate that I had such a close bond with her that saying goodbye was sk hard. If saying bye is hard you know it was a good friendship and a blessing that I had it..... Okay, rant over Holy fuck I sound like a weirdo. Tina makes me rambly. Then again this was so long Im sure most of u got bored and didbt make it all the way to the end 😂 I dont blame you its pretty long. This is probably mostly for me to read when I sober up and laugh at myself. If you did stick thru to the end, thanks ❤ weird tweaky rant over!!

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Neighbour - part 4

(Marleys POV)

I shut the door to my bedroom and offered him a seat on my bed beside me. I took a deep breath calming the nerves in my belly and let out a sigh. He looked up at me opening his mouth and closing it several times trying to come up with the right words to say. “I’m sorry I didn’t tell you and Im sorry that you found out the way you did. I was meaning to tell you…I really was. Every opportunity I got, you talked of us spending the summer together and I felt that I was going to crush you if I told you.” He said distraughtly looking away. “Then why didn’t you answer my texts or calls? Why didn’t you run after me and apologize before you left?” I blurted out with slight anger. “Hey! I did answer your texts but you never responded…” He stated, throwing his face in his hands and laying back on my bed in frustration. I stood up digging through my bedside table and dropped my old, still leaky phone on his chest making him sit upright quickly. He chuckled shaking his head in disbelief. “It fell in the pool the day you sent me a message..” I whispered shyly, scooting closer to him. “I was so stupid…. ” he barley whispered looking down at the waterlogged phone in his large hands. “I thought you would need some space the first few days.. I didn’t think of it as a bad thing until I realized that you needed me, like I needed you when me I broke up with Vicky.“ I took his shakey hand in mine and gave it a small squeeze. “I realized how hurt you were by it later and what I would feel like if it was the other way round.” He spoke sadly. “I wish I could have a do over…I wish I could do over this whole summer. I just have so many regrets. I felt so awful after I thought you gave up and started ignoring me.” His voice began to shake, becoming more choked up as he spoke. “I felt sick and just horrible that I could have just lost my best friend…” he began. I suddenly sensed my heart drop at those words and I could see his eyes were beginning to water which made it even worse. I gave up holding back my true feelings and wrapped my arms around his waist pulling him in. He instantly buried his head into the crook of my neck letting out a small sob. “Hey..Lu.. it’s okay, I’m here.” I whispered into his ear.

I rubbed his back trying to calm him down. He held me closer as if he was going to lose me if I let go. I was surprised by how his feelings were so wound up in this and realized how much he must care for me. He’s usually not the type of person to talk about or begin to think of articulating his feelings. I rarely ever saw him cry like this when we were growing up so I was in a state of shock. He pulled away looking into my eyes. “I’m so sorry Lee…” he whispered genuinely. My stomach did flips; mainly because of the name he had called me. No one ever called me that besides him and I haven’t heard him use it in years. He wrapped his arms around my body again pulling me in for comfort. We sat like that for a while and I rubbed his back again. I wanted to grab his face and kiss him so badly but I decided it wasn’t the right moment to dump all my feelings on him. I took his hand in mine giving it a reasuring squeeze. “You know I forgive you no matter what happens. Your my best friend Lu..” He shook his head. “I dont deserve to be forgiven-” he grunted pulling away and plopping on the floor, leaning his back against the bed frame. He began mumbling incoherant sentences as he began to cry into his hands. I slid down beside him, wraping my arms around his shoulder pulling him closer as he cried into my chest. “Listen to me. Please Luke. The people who surround us, help shape us into the people we are. I may sound crazy right now.. ” My breath hitched as I began to feel tears brimming. “..but thank you for making me struggle and for giving me a hard time this summer.” He looked up at me as if I had three heads. “So..your not mad at me? And your letting me off the hook? -why?” He asked curiously. “I’ve had a lot of time to myself this summer and I found that without you leaving, I wouldn’t have been able to find true happiness within myself.. ” I gave him a light peck on the cheek. “Try to focus on the here and now and try not to dwell so much on what has happened.” I whispered only loud enough for him to hear as I played with the hair at the nape of his neck. “Lu..are you okay to go out there again?” I asked curiously. He looked up at me and quickly gained composure, nodding. “Better than ever!” He smirked, eyes still red and puffy. “Not so believable.. lets give it a few more minutes.. yeah?” I joked giving his shoulder a nudge.

When we came outside, our dads were standing at the bbq, grilling up burgers and hotdogs. My mouth salivated at the smell. “Hey you two! We’ll be eating in under an hour!” My dad said. We nodded and walked towards the pool, jokingly complaining about our hunger. I squinted up at the giant that stood beside me who was just blocking the sun. “Wanna swim?” I asked curiously, noticing the other boys had left. He threw his shirt off and waddled over to the pool. "It’s freezing!“ He whined dramatically dipping his toe in. I giggled pulling my oversized t shirt off and went to the pool ledge to dip my toe in the water. "You liar-” I felt his arms wrap around my waist as he threw us into the pool making a giant splash.

I saw him push off the bottom as I gulped down water and flailed my arms. I watched him swim toward me. He grabbed my waist and pulled us up to the surface. I coughed trying to clear my airway. My nose burned from once being filled with water and I felt my bikini top was loose. “Marley, are you okay?” He asked concerned while carrying me to the shallow end so I could stand. I nodded through my cough attack. His eyes widened, and immediately took the strings of my top turned me around to tie back up my bathing suit that was slowly falling down. My cheeks started to burn with embarrassment. “It’s okay Marley, I don’t think anyone saw your nip slip.” He whispered smirking.

I crossed my arms over my chest and started to get out of the pool, not feeling in the mood for any more swimming. He tugged my arm and dragged me back to him. I turned around to see our parents faced toward the house at the bbq and sitting on the patio. I let out a sigh of relief and doggy paddled over to Luke. My cheeks turned rosey when I looked at him and I hid my face. “Marley, quit hiding, I can see you…” he spoke softly. “I’m not hiding, I’m embarrassed Lu…” I mumbled through my hands. He let out a sigh. “Lee, look at me.” He whispered. I slowly took my hands away from my face and looked up at him into his blue pools. “Look… You saw me bawling my eyes out not even a half hour ago. I think were even. You can even see my man boobs if itll make you feel better.” He said squishing them together. “I’m self conscious about them..” he said jokingly. I giggled. “They are a little perky…” I joked back, flicking his nipple. His face fell and he sunk deeper into the water. “Luuuuuke..! You don’t have man boobs. I honestly like your chest.” I spoke trying to compromise with him. A small smile crept up on his face. “Wish I could say the same without sounding like a perve…” I thought I heard him quietly mumble to himself as I began to swim away. My heart did a small flip. I drifted off to the other side and grabbed a beach ball in the pool and threw it towards him. We played catch and goofed around until dinner was called.

Luke’s pov

After dinner I went home to shower and get changed before going back over to Marley’s. While I was in the shower, I thought about how awesome it was to see her and sort things out today even though I cried infront of her. It felt like a weight had been lifted off my chest. The way she handled everything today was way better than I had expected. She also told me not to dwell on my past mistakes which I will take note of for later. But now we’re back to talking and being friends and I have hope that someday she might be mine. I guess I never thought of her that way until I couldn’t hug or hold her anymore because it would be considered cheating by my crazy, controlling ex girlfriend. I realized she wasn’t mine and could become somebody else’s and I took note of it.

Maybe im maturing myself. I was able to open up and tell her how legitamaltey feel without having to hide certian feelings to protect my masculinity. With her I can just be me. Before I left, my mom commented on my mood and said I looked better. I told her I felt better as well.

Marley came to the front hallway, after hearing her dog Finn blowing my cover by whinning for me to play with him. She was wearing a familliar sweatshirt and pajama shorts. She looked so effortlessly beautiful without makeup and her wavy long mop of hair cascading down her shoulders. She said she was rushed a little and I looked really nice. We watched cartoons on the sofa in her basement and played a few card games. I let her win a round becuase she wasnt the best at crazy 8s. Her happy dance was too fricken cute. I think she caught me staring once or twice. Woops. We do flirt a little sometimes, but nothing serious in my opinion. She left to go to the bathroom and came back swaddled up in a blanket with her teeth chattering, complaining that the basement was freezing. I wanted to cuddle with her so badly and hold her in my arms. I noticed her inch closer and closer to me every few minutes until we quit playing card games all together and she was resting her head on my lap, tucked up in the fettle position. After all she was really cold. I mean I think she was doing this in a friendly way. We are just best friends.. right?

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HOLD ME ((JAMILTON)) CAN ALSO BE FOUND ON WATTPAD Hamilton strode into the office with a smile. It was 4:24 and if he hurried he could grab some more coffee from the lounge and then hurry off to his office. His office and not Jefferson's. Recently, Hamilton had been promoted to one of the main 6 people in the board room. No more sitting in a small cubicle typing away. Now he was at a round table talking until somebody forced his mouth shut with a stapler. He got to move into Jefferson's old office. Nice and not for all of his work to fit into. Although, he didnt appreciate the macaroni stains on the wheely chair, so he burned it and replaced it immediately without a second thought. For the next two hours he typed away at his upcoming story. Revisions and edits to it and eventually in time he would pitch it and it would obviously be published, why would it not? With a smile, he finished up his editing and shut his laptop, checking the time with a gasp. It was 10 minutes before the meeting started and he wanted to be the first once in there. Hurrying through the hall more people were showing up to work, including the asshole(tm) Thomas Jefferson. He was leaning on the wall while flirting with the intern, Maria Reynolds. Hamilton rolled his eyes and walked to the board room, sitting down next to Washington, the only other person in the room. "Hamilton. 10 minutes early as usual." Washington smiled, putting some paperwork into a folder and setting it aside. "I need to talk to you about Jefferson." "What about him? Do I need to fix a problem he caused?" "No, no," Washington let out a tired sigh. "I was hoping you could be a bit more... kind. Just for today." "The man is an asshole, Mr.Washington why should I?" "He's looked a bit distant lately and a heart from James that he almost didn't come in today. I was hoping you could be the professional I know you can be and lay off him... James said it might have been about his soulmate mark." Hamilton instinctively reached around to his neck and played it off as scratching. His mark was behind his neck, a beautiful sairly pattern that seemed to have curves in some parts and edges in others. He had to get Laurens to sketch it out for him so he could know what it looked like. But, Hamilton was very self conscious about his mark. A soulmate mark wasn't usually something you showed to the world unless there was no option. Washington's was just under his left ear, a nice fierce looking arrangement of spike and curve near the middle. Hamilton took every chance to admire it. Soulmate marks always seemed beautiful and amazing to him, but he hated his own mark more than anything. "Alright, sir, I'll try." Hamilton smiled just as everybody else was walking into the room. Jefferson was still absent in the meeting so they waited a little while. "Hamilton!" Aaron Burr smiled, grinning like he just won the lottery. "Aaron burr, how are you?" Hamilton asked, a bit nervous at Aaron's rate excitement and grin. Aaron was not the type of man to smile and be happy about things. Then again, he never really showed how he felt ever. "I met my soulmate yesterday!" He mouthed across the table. Once again, he was hiding his life and thoughts from the world. Hamilton smiled, once again scratching behind his neck. "That's great! Why whisper about it?" "She's married... To the enemy company's manager." Hamilton cringed, shaking his head. "Well I hope all ends well for you Aaron Burr, sir." "Stop rhyming my name with Burr it's a very simple thing." "Force of habit." "Force the habit to Stop." Jefferson slammed the door to the board room open and rushed to his desk with his papers and coffee. Apologies flew from his mouth so fast that it took Washington a second to even realize he was speaking english. "Woah woah woah, calm down, Jefferson you're not late you're actually earlier than usual! You're fine just get settled ok?" Washington smiled, rubbing his arm reassuringly. Jefferson nodded, getting his papers organized a bit and sipping his coffee as a sign that he was ready. Hamilton looked at his laptop, typing down every important thing that Washington said. Which, to hamilton, was everything including sneezes and coughs. But, he couldn't help but notice that Jefferson was glancing up at him from across the table. James Madison was sitting very close to Jefferson, occasionally mumbling some things to him. Hamilton assumed they were words of reassurance. The two businessmen were dating after all. They had been dating for awhile and were trying desperately to keep it a secret. But Hamilton knew love when he saw it and they had that every single time they saw each other in the halls. In his stomach, Hamilton felt queasy. Quickly turning back to his laptop, he continued typing up what Washington was saying. He was catching up in seconds even though he was zoned out for a minute or so. That was part of the reason he was Washington's right hand man. With a smile, they all began talking about business together and other things involving the company. But, Jefferson was still glancing at Hamilton with curious and worried eyes. Both describing words that, when applied to Jefferson, were a bit confusing and confounding to him. ~~~~~~ Jefferson quickly went to the restroom once the meeting was over. His stomach felt uneasy like he was emotionally distressed over something. He could feel his nerves starting to act up and he quickly started counting. "One, two, three, four, five, six, seven eight, nine, ten, ten, nine, eight, seven, six, five, four, three, two, one." He whispered, cracking every body part he could. Looking in the mirror he saw his eyes. The same eyes that James Madison complimented every time he was upset like this. His breathing and heartbeat evened out and he sighed, turning around and leaning on the bathroom counter. Why was my stomach acting up? It's not like I ate a whole lot or did anything that could lead to it... Jefferson's thoughts were cut off when the bathroom door opened to reveal Hamilton. He stopped and then slowly let go of the door, considering if he could awkwardly leave the restroom. But, it was too late because they had made too much eye contact. "Jefferson." Hamilton said feeling suddenly warm. The bathroom was never this warm, the heating was busted out ever since Charles Lee got drunk before work and showed up with a kangaroo. That kangaroo did not like the bathroom... at all... "Hamilton." Jefferson mumbled, looking away. The room felt hot as he wiped sweat from the back of his neck. Why is the bathroom this hot it is the end of November for Christ's sake. Hamilton walked to the mirror and checked the bags under his eyes. Then, he began washing coffee and ink stains off his hands. "I accidentally spilled coffee and ink on my desk. I'm just here to wash it off... What about you?" Hamiton asked, very curious to why Jefferson was simply standing in the men's bathroom. Jefferson looked away and tried to find an answer but he sadly had nothing. "I um... I wasn't feeling too well." Jefferson mumbled, turning to the sink and washing his hands so it wasn't so quiet. It helped a bit but the tension in the room was so thicc you could cut it with a knife. They both stayed in silence until Jefferson spoke up. "What kind of clutz spills their coffee on their hands, Spamilton?" Hamilton rolled his eyes at Jefferson and stood in front of him. "For your information," Hamilton scowled, "I was trying to organize my work station. You know, the one that I have and you don't." Jefferson got closer. "Oh really?" "Yeah!" "You wanna fight, Hamilton, because we can fight like no tomorrow." "I'ma punch out your crooked teeth Jefferson!" "Can you even reach that high, shorty?" They were touching chests and glaring at each other. Jefferson with his hands in his pockets and Hamilton with his fists at his side. They waited for an attack like a cobra does to a mouse. Still and calm but ready to pounce in half a second for its prey. "Let's fight, Jefferson. Unless you're chicken." They continued glaring until Jefferson smirked and leaned down a bit to Hamilton's level. "I could hear you up and leave you on this bathroom floor in tears in seconds, Hamilton. You really wanna go?" "YEAH I DO LET'S DO THIS!" "Okay..." Hamilton shoved his hands in his pockets and they continued staring at each other. Finally, Hamilton broke eye contact and walked away. He grabbed his phone from the sink counter and turned back around. Jefferson couldn't help but study Hamilton's features, noticing every part of him. From his long straight hair to his baggy eyed face he took it in. Hamilton wasnt that had looking. Sure, he wasn't a 6 pack, athletic, beautiful, fashionista like Jefferson but damn he was hot. Peach fuzz that was pretty cute and a plus to his physic. he wasn't that bad Hamilton turned back to Jefferson. "So are we-" Jefferson, in a sudden fit of passion, pinned Hamilton to the counter and smashed their lips together, challenging him to a face batte. Hamilton almost immediately accepted the challenge and kissed back, leaning closer into Jefferson. Jefferson's lips were soft and experienced. They moved with Hamilton's and almost guided him in a way, helping him move smoothly with Jefferson's movements. Hamilton, unlike Jefferson, wasn't completely experienced with kissing like this. He had only been this way with his ex girlfriend Eliza and they never got far anyway. But, Hamilton could tell where this was going and damn did he want it. Jefferson ran his hand through Hamilton's hair, playing with the slight curls at the end of the strands. With the other hand he held his waist. He was almost massaging in a way while trailing it down to his thigh. Hamilton still had both hands on the back counter, unsure of where to put them and what to do. Jefferson picked Hamilton up a bit, having him sit on the counter. He began kissing down his neck and sucking on every spot that made Hamilton tremble. Hamilton was in fact shaking and whimpering at the feeling. Sure, he was bisexual, but he had never done it with a guy. He dated John Laurens for awhile but they just held hands until they decided to stop. "Hamilton, should we take this back to my place or yours~" Jefferson asked, nibbling on his ear. That was when Hamilton remembered James Madison. Thomas Jefferson's boyfriend. Hesitantly, Hamilton stuttered out, "M-Mine. My friends are all busy they won't barge i-in." Before they knew it they were at Jefferson's place, stripping down and heading to the bedroom.

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