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amatchinwater · 2 years

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When Trust is Earned

Warnings: sexual content, blood, violence, blow job, facial,

Ch 12/14 (Ch 11)

A Credible Threat/Apotheosis (ao3)

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Turns out while Lydia was catatonic, she had a nice little chat with Meredith. The other banshee helped her get a handle on her powers. Learn what it really means to be a banshee and how it can help her. A few days after being home when Lydia felt healed enough, she showed Stiles and Theo that she could hone her scream, project it like a force field. Lydia splintered a very large tree like it was no more than a miniscule twig. It was fucking incredible.

Honestly, Stiles is just happy that she’s out of Eichen and safe. She’s even going back to school for the one class that she has left to take. The chimera can certainly appreciate her strength and determination. You won’t catch anyone calling Lydia a damsel in distress anymore. Stiles will call them an idiot if they so much as try.

After saving Lydia, the hurt in Scott’s eyes is more and more evident. The Beta is losing grip on his pack. As if it wasn’t clear before, after what happened to Corey, Mason is with Theo now. Seeing an Alpha who was always so hungry for power and looking out for himself take care of and be worried about another person- let alone six, if Stiles includes himself and his dad- really sealed the deal. And according to Hayden, Liam isn’t that big on Scott anymore either.

The young wolf is really all Scott has because the Desert Wolf got what she wanted. Malia died that night at Fort Jewitt. Stiles feels bad only for the simple fact that when it came down to it, the coyote probably didn’t deserve that. Fiercely loyal to Scott or not, having your own mother kill you is pretty fucked up. But aside from that, Stiles doesn’t feel much more of anything in regards to Scott. The wolf made his own bed, now it’s time to lie in it.

“Do you really have to play tonight?” Theo brushes his fingers along Stiles’ arm while they’re curled up in Stiles’ bed.

Right. The charity game against Devenford Prep. The Beast has been a lot more active lately and when has something bad not happened at one of their games? Apparently, Scott even got Finstock back. His goal in mind being to forfeit the game to make sure that no one has to die. Which Stiles can agree with. The Beast is brutal. Having a run in with that thing is a terrible way to go.

“What if the Beast shows up?” The Alpha presses. “I can’t let you get hurt. Just stay here, please.”

“Theo,” Stiles sighs, they’ve been talking around in circles for well over two hours now. It’s part of why he started to dissociate for a minute there. The chimera can only say the same thing before it gets repetitive and tedious. He understands his mate’s concern, but it doesn’t change the fact that several innocent people could be hurt if not killed should the Beast show up and everyone possible isn’t there to try and stop it.

“Please.”

Stiles coos, “aww, are you worried about me?” Mostly just to tease his Alpha rather than needing an actual answer. He knows Theo’s protectiveness for him knows no bounds. The feeling is most certainly mutual. There’s nothing Stiles wouldn’t do to ensure his mate’s safety.

Theo rolls on top of him underneath the sheets, settling himself between the chimera’s hips. “Of course, I am.” The Alpha brushes their noses together, his softness speaking volumes. He really does love when Theo can be incredibly gentle with him, even if he’s trying to use it as a tool. It’s sweet regardless.

Stiles reaches up to rub the arms encasing his body, “what if you came with the talons?” He knows that Theo was going to come regardless. Something about being a supportive boyfriend and mate. It made the Alpha seem ridiculously sweet and Stiles’ heart swelled a good four sizes. “You could keep an eye on me.”

“I’d much rather take you, your dad, the pack, and get the fuck out of Beacon Hills.”

He wasn’t expecting that at all. “Wait, really? I-I figured you wanted to get the Beast’s power, kill it, and then finish Scott for good?” Wasn’t that Theo’s plan from the beginning? Being mated and having the power he so badly wanted is really making his Alpha soft. Personable. Balanced. Stiles would like it if he wasn’t so concerned at how different Theo’s acting. Not that there’s anything wrong with those things, people are allowed to change. Theo just seemed like the type to be set in his ways. Make a decision and then stick to it.

Theo must be really worried about him.

“I did,” he sighs, “I do. But not if it means losing you. You mean too much to me, Stiles. If there’s something that I can do to ensure you won’t be in danger, I have to try. You’re my mate, Stiles, that’s for life. I can’t let anything happen to you.” Theo’s eyes darken and he smirks, “as much as I’d love to see McCall’s blood on my hands,” he nods his head to the side with a cocky flick of his brows, “again.”

“There he is,” Stiles teases, dropping a hand to poke at his mate’s ribs. “Thought I lost you there for a second. That was an awful lot of caring and emotion,” he laughs. Though, it is pretty nice if he’s honest. Balanced Theo, that is.

“You’re the only one who gets to see it, Kitten,” Theo puts a light hold around his throat, grinning when Stiles’ pulse spikes. “You should be grateful,” he licks the chimera’s bottom lip before pulling at it with his teeth.

Stiles moans, staring at stormy blue eyes, “I am,” he says when Theo releases his mouth.

“Prove it,” his Alpha challenges. He knows just the thing. Theo may be stronger, but at times like this, he has no problem letting Stiles use his own strength and win. Flipping them over, the Alpha lets out a laugh. “What did you have in mind, Kitten?”

“You’re a smart boy, Daddy,” Stiles purrs, hooking his fingers into the Alpha’s waistband of his sweats. “I’m sure you can figure it out,” he says, pulling them down his ankles before crawling back up, hooded amber eyes never leaving Theo’s blues. Not even slightly worried about repercussions for what he’s said.

Theo just smiles at him, “take what you want.”

Stiles plans on doing just that. Trailing kisses along Theo’s clavicle, the chimera flattens his tongue, gliding down to one of his nipples before biting it. He’s given a sharp hiss of breath and the Alpha’s back arching off the bed. Stiles gives the other the same treatment, staving the burn of the bite with swirling licks before continuing his way down. Blunt teeth raking across his mate’s abs. Theo has to be painfully hard the way he’s fisting the sheets as his cock is digging into Stiles’ chest.

Mouthing at the dampening spot from Theo’s precum, Stiles rumbles in his chest at the taste, desperate to make more of it come out. Licking the wet spot he’d created, Theo moans, his hands trying so hard to stay on the bed and let Stiles do as he pleases. The chimera can’t take it anymore. The taste of him through his underwear isn’t enough. Stiles needs Theo’s dick in his mouth yesterday.

But he’s also torn with wanting to tease the living hell out of his mate. Deciding to meet halfway, Stiles oh, so slowly pulls the restricting fabric down the Alpha’s legs. Ignoring the beautifully hard cock practically standing at attention for him, Stiles locks eyes with Theo, sticks his tongue out, and licks his balls bottom to top. Loving the way the Alpha’s eyes roll back before pinching closed as he moans. Thighs tightening around the chimera for a moment.

God, Theo’s moans give him fucking life. But when he does this; licks the same pathway as before but doesn’t stop, slides his tongue all the way up Theo’s leaking shaft before taking it in his mouth in its entirety. And Theo practically mewls? That right there. That is the most beautiful sound he’s ever heard. Stiles rumbles in his chest with glee, ever so slowly bobbing his head on Theo’s cock.

When the Alpha hits the back of his throat and the chimera growls, Theo snaps. His hand comes up to grab the short hairs at the back of Stiles’ neck and he bucks his hips. Fucking into Stiles’ mouth like he owns it. Which, he does. It’s amazing. Stiles fucking loves it and he relaxes his throat to make sure he doesn’t gag. Theo likes when he gags, but that just means that his dick would need to leave his mouth and Stiles wants anything but that.

“Look at you,” Theo coos, his free hand coming up to smear the wetness around his chin. “You’re so pretty with my cock down your throat, Kitten.”

Flashing his blue eyes at his mate with a smile on his face, saliva drips from the corners of his mouth. Theo’s eyes glow red in response, staying that way. Even when Stiles reaches up to cradle his balls, he hums. Relishing the sweet sounds from Theo in comparison to the rough treatment of his cock.

The fingers in his hair grip tightly, “I’m close,” Theo pants, trying to hold on. “Am I gonna come in your mouth or will you let me paint that pretty face of yours?”

A wave of heat curls in his gut, Stiles so badly wants that. So when the Alpha’s thrusts get jagged, the chimera taps his cheek, telling Theo it’s more than okay. With a growled moan, Theo doubles his efforts, grunting and moaning before he’s yanking himself out of Stiles’ mouth. The chimera barely has enough time to lean back on his ankles before the Alpha is on his knees jerking himself off. Hot, pearly ropes of come spray Stiles’ face, his mouth open and eyes closed. “Wait here,” Theo instructs.

Not like Stiles can go anywhere if he wanted to. There’s come in his left eyelashes and some starting to drip from his right eyebrow, forcing him to keep his eyes closed. When he hears Theo come back, Stiles wipes a line off his cheek before sucking it clean. Chills run down his spine when his mate growls at his action. A warm, wet towel is carefully rubbed along his face until Stiles no longer feels sticky. Theo’s lips are on him before Stiles can even muster some sarcastic comment about proving it.

“Thank you for that, Kitten,” Theo says against his mouth. “You sure know how to make a guy feel wanted.”

“I’m still playing,” Stiles reiterates. Provided Coach isn’t able to forfeit.

Theo rumbles in his chest, “fine,” though he accepts defeat. “But we’re all coming with you then. Not just me. You can’t concentrate on everything and play your game.”

“Deal.”

“Now come here,” Theo smiles as he growls, yanking Stiles back to the bed to return the favor.

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Regret. Instant fucking regret swirls inside Stiles’ stomach like a virus. He wants to puke, it’s so intense. Why he thought Scott would let it go is beyond him. Foolish hope? Stiles knew they would have to see one another being on the same team and the wolf being captain and all. But he wasn’t prepared to be yanked aside by the Beta after he was wildly unsuccessful at getting Coach to forfeit the game.

The chimera almost felt bad for the wolf. He wanted the game canceled too, only being here as a precaution if it’s not. Finstock looked Scott right in the eyes with a half crazed grin, saying as long as he’s coach, Beacon Hills High will never forfeit. It was the grin that did it for Stiles. Coach has always seemed a little off, but man, that expression was a bit much.

“Stiles,” Scott grips his arm a little too tightly, pulling him away from the bench and the rest of the team. Had Stiles not been a chimera, the wolf would probably be bruising his arm right now. “Please, listen.”

The chimera yanks his arm free, “you can talk without touching me.”

“Sorry,” the Beta mumbles, looking at his feet. “Stiles,” puppy dog brown eyes meet his, “you’re supposed to be my best friend. Things- things aren’t supposed to be like this. We’re a team, always have been. Theo messed with your head,” Scott insists and Stiles scoffs, not bothering to hide his growl. “Whatever he’s forcing you to do, you can still walk away from. You don’t have to be with him. It’s not right. You don’t hurt people like he does.”

Stiles laughs, actually laughs at the stupidity coming out of his once best friend’s mouth. “Oh, but I have hurt people, Scotty,” the chimera deadpans the name. A once term of endearment, now a taunt.

“I can get over the fact that you had to kill Donovan to-”

“I’m not talking about Donovan,” Stiles shakes his head. “Look at my pack, Scott.” Theo growls happily at his words, the chimera smiles, “yeah, you heard me, Theo. Notice anything, Scott? Maybe something missing? Or rather, someone?”

Scott’s eyes scan the crowd until he finds Theo and the rest of their pack. His brows pinch momentarily before widening and the wolf gasps, “Tracy.”

“Yeah,” Stiles draws out the word. “She really pissed me off.”

“But, sh-she’s your pack!” Scott argues. At least he’s willingly admitting that part. A true commodity. “What could she have possibly done to deserve that?”

Stiles faces Theo then, the Alpha’s shoulders are set as he watches their exchange. “She tried to take what’s mine.” Theo winks at him. The chimera turns back to Scott, flashing his blue eyes as he growls again. The wolf’s eyes grow comically large at the color. “It’s not wise to try and take something from me, Scott.”

“No one’s taking me from you, Kitten.”

“You were jealous?” Scott looks at him baffled.

Stiles scoffs, “see, this is one of the reasons why I’m with Theo. I love him, yes. But no matter what I do, good or bad, he won’t judge me for it and will still love me in return. It’s the same for all of us,” he turns to smile at his mate again, who offers him another wink and whispers ‘always’. Looking back at the wolf, he sighs, “so, no Scott. I’m never crawling back to you. When the Beast is dead, we’re done. You’ll back the fuck off and leave me and my pack alone.”

“But what about Malia? Lydia? Liam?”

“Malia and I broke up, first of all. Secondly, she made her bed by going after her mom when we told her it was a bad idea and really fucking dangerous. She chose not to listen and got herself killed.” Stiles rolls his eyes, wanting this exchange to be over. “As far as Lydia is concerned, she’s with us. Said so herself. It was an accident that she ended up in Eichen and Theo and I worked really hard to make it right. But she was a willing participant.” Stiles twists the knife a little deeper, “you probably shouldn’t have attacked Corey like that. She and Mason really didn’t like it.” The chimera finds the young wolf talking to Hayden at the bottom of the stands, “Liam is more than capable of making his own choices.”

“What about me?” Scott asks, sounding incredibly soft, shoulder hauncing to appear small.

“What about you?” Stiles eyebrows rise, somehow surprised that the once Alpha turned this around on himself. It should be expected by now.

“You’re-” Scotts shuffles on his feet, wiggling his arm for a moment, “you’re my best friend. We’re-”

“Stop,” Stiles shoots a gloved hand up. “We haven’t been best friends since a fox demon wearing my face killed Allison. I mean,” the chimera sarcastically laughs, “you didn’t even notice that I was a chimera. You didn’t care that I had almost died. That’s how I was turned, Scott. When Parrish flipped my jeep, I was dying.” The chimera points towards the stands, knowing his mate is still listening. “Theo was there. Theo is the one who saved me. The one who keeps saving me!”

“It was all part of his plan-”

“He’d been looking after and checking on me for weeks! When no one else did! To be honest, Malia and I emotionally broke up long before the words were ever actually said. And it was always Theo who was there when I needed someone. You couldn’t even be bothered to ask me how I was doing when Lydia was attacked. You haven’t paid attention to anyone but yourself! I’m fucking done, Scott. We are done.”

The whistle blows and Scott looks wounded, even more so than his usual kicked puppy look, “Stiles, please. Tell me how to make this right,” the wolf says, mimicking Stiles’ words from the night the once Alpha kicked him out of the pack. Whether Scott realizes that or not, the chimera couldn’t care less.

"There's nothing to make right." Shoving his helmet on his head, Stiles heads towards the field, “I choose Theo.” A massive weight lifts off his chest finally having washed his hands of Scott. He said his piece in full. Anything the wolf does from here on out is of his own stupidity and unwillingness to listen to anyone but himself. Stiles is done.

“That looked fun,” Brett chuckles lightly, kneeling in front of Stiles for the faceoff. “Trouble in paradise?”

“Scott just can’t seem to take a hint,” Stiles sets his stick near the ball, waiting for the second whistle. “Had to be crystal clear this time.” He’s not sure why he’s explaining himself to the wolf. They shared a few pleasantries after Stiles helped save his life during the deadpool. But regardless of how Liam feels about Brett, Satomi’s Beta has never been unkind to him. He can be friendly.

“Fair enough,” Brett grins behind his helmet. “Watch yourself out there.” It’s not a threat, but an actual concern. With Theo’s approval, Stiles had called the wolf to explain everything that’s been going on with the Beast after Brett searched the woods with Liam. He was assured the information would be passed onto Satomi. They’re more than up to date on what could happen tonight.

“You too,” Stiles tries not to let worry seep in, “expect anything.”

The wolf nods curtly.

The shrill sound of the whistle springs them to action and Stiles narrowly manages to win the face off. Getting the ball before Brett and darting across the field. The chimera dodges a blur of a green jersey, only to throw himself in the path of another. He tries to pivot around the massive guy gunning for him but at the last second, Liam barrels into the other player, knocking him to the grass. Clearing the way for Stiles to get closer to the goal, grip his stick, throw the ball and score the first point of the night.

Cheers erupt from their side of the stands. But above all else, everyone’s joyful yells, the only one Stiles cares about is Theo’s. Loud and proud, echoing in his ears. It washes over Stiles like a blanket, spreading warmth all around. He wasn’t trying to show off for his mate, but the chimera feels the need to preen at his Alpha’s approval. Sports doesn’t seem like something Theo would care about, so knowing he’s kind of into it because Stiles is playing warms his heart.

With the help from Liam, they’re able to get one more point in before Devenford quits playing around. Brett, unshockingly so, begins to wipe the field with their faces. He’s pissed, Stiles had hoped his chimera abilities would help him out a bit here; guess it’s true what they said about born wolves being stronger. Liam’s pissed; there was an audible crack of his bone breaking and being reset. Hell, even Kira’s pissed and she never gets angry about things. At least not this badly.

Brett had just knocked her out of his way so hard that she nearly flew before hitting the ground. Hard. Kira is really fucking mad, she hops back up and without a second thought, the kitsune raises her stick and whacks the wolf beside the head. Also very fucking hard. Brett instantly loses his footing and his helmet goes flying as he crashes to the ground.

The referee blows his whistle, “you’re done! Get off the field! Now!”

Yikes.

“What’s going on with her?” Theo asks him from the stands as Stiles watches the kitsune walk to the edge of the bleachers.

Stiles skids to a halt, watching Liam scoop the ball up from a dazed Brett and carry it across the field for a goal. “I have no fucking idea,” the chimera huffs. “Did she just speak Japanese? I heard that, right?”

“Yeah,” Scott comes up beside him. “She’s been doing that lately. Her fox is getting out of control. She didn’t need to be in the game anymore. Kira could’ve really hurt someone. We’re lucky it was just Brett.”

“Just. Brett,” Stiles repeats blankly. Scott purposefully antagonized Kira so she’d get kicked out of the game. Made her set her sights on Brett because he’s a werewolf, so his injury ‘wouldn’t matter’. All because Scott can’t be bothered to figure out how to help his girlfriend. ��You’re a fucking idiot,” the chimera chastises the wolf, rushing to the blonde still flat on his back, picking his helmet up along the way. “You good, man?” Stiles crouches beside the wolf, gently patting his shoulder.

Brett pinches his eyes closed, slowly sitting back up before trying to rapidly shake his head clear. “Yeah,” he blinks hard a few times, rubbing the back of his head, “she hits hard.”

“She’s a pissed off kitsune, did you expect any less?” Stiles huffs his laugh, offering the wolf his helmet.

“Thanks,” Brett replies as Stiles helps him to his feet. Cautiously holding his arms out to make sure the wolf doesn’t fall back down. “Yeah, I suppose you’re right.”

The air shifts. The feeling of fog spilling over a cemetery kind of shift. Anxiety inducing. Dread fueled. What the fuck is going on? Is this his wolf and coyote sensing something close? He takes his helmet off, glancing at Brett. The wolf stands stalk straight, but his nostrils are flared like he’s trying to find a scent. No one has done anything on the field yet. Can everyone feel this?

“Theo,” Stiles’ eyes scan the edge of the woods, trying to find any movement. Even after yanking his helmet off to hear better, the news vans are pretty quiet too. Almost too quiet. “Something’s wrong. Do you feel that?”

“Yeah,” his Alpha’s tone is serious with a dangerous edge to it.

“Brett, do you-” Stiles clamps his mouth shut at the sound of a deep, low growl. Not like any of the weres he’s familiar with. Not even Peter or Deucalion sounded that vicious. “Someone tell me I’m the only one who heard that,” the chimera pleads, the feeling of wanting to throw up coming back to the surface.

“Sorry, Stiles,” Brett’s eyes are glowing gold when he faces the wolf, “I hear it too.”

Liam and Scott come up beside them, all trying to find the source, the latter saying, “we all do.”

“I don’t see anything,” Theo growls from the bleachers.

A violent, loud roar rips through the air, causing screams to erupt from the stands. Chaos quickly ensues as people try to flee the lacrosse field quicker than they can. “Get Mason out of here,” Theo says and is next to him in seconds and the only people left in the area are the supernatural creatures. The air once again getting eerily quiet.

Stiles catches a glimpse of Corey and the human running under the bleachers before they take hands and literally disappear.

Making a mental note of who’s here, Stiles wants to like their odds. Him, Theo, Hayden, and Josh. Scott and Liam. Kira, who’s still muttering in Japanese, but hey, maybe her rage will be useful. Then Brett and Lori. Nine to one. That’s gotta be something, right? Something good?

“Do you have them?” Stiles asks. Theo’s knees are bent, eyes glowing red, ready for anything and he simply nods. “I think you’re going to need them.”

As if his words summoned the Beast, one of the news vans flips, crashing into the other one. The Beast leaps, landing onto the field with a massive thud that shakes the earth, letting out a deafening roar.

“No one said it was that big,” Stiles’ mouth falls open.

Liam shudders beside him, “I did.”

“I got your back,” Theo’s eyes are still a menacing scarlett when they make contact.

“Me too,” Stiles agrees, crashing his mouth to his mate’s for a hasty, good luck kiss. The pair Beta shift, Stiles checks his grip on his lacrosse stick. It may not do much, but with added supernatural strength maybe he can stab one of its legs and at the very least slow it down.

Kira, surprisingly, isn’t the first one to go after the Beast, rather Liam is. The young Beta rushes across the field, earning him a shrill roar from the massive chimera. Everyone is quick to follow, not wanting him to do this alone. Yanking his gloves off along the way, his claws snick out and Liam shoves off the ground, jumping directly on the Beast’s chest. The Beta pierces the smoky flesh before larger claws dig into him and throw him across the field.

“Liam!” Scott and Hayden cry out.

The latter runs back towards the wolf and Stiles and Theo absolutely let her. They can smell his blood already. That can’t be a good sign and she should be as far away from this thing as possible. The once Alpha, powered by his anger over the younger wolf, reaches the Beast first, swiping at its legs only to be kicked away. Flying through the air just as far as the blonde had. And landing just as hard. He’s not getting up either. Shit. This thing is brutal.

Clearly tired of standing around and waiting to be attacked, the Beast moves for them. Kira waves her lacrosse stick around as though it were her kitana, trying to keep the monster’s claws away. She’s successful for half a minute before the Beast has her by the throat and tosses her towards the bleachers. Her body hitting the metal seats echoes the area. Good thing she had her helmet on still. She’s somehow getting on her feet again.

With a single swipe of its arm, the Beast throws Brett so hard that he crashes into Lori. The siblings knock heads on their way down. Also not getting up. Fantastic.

That leaves Stiles and Theo, side by side, staring at the advancing chimera. Breaking the edge of his lacrosse stick so it’s now pointed, Stiles waits until the Beast is too close to avoid it and tosses it like a javelin. It lands in the meaty part of the Beast’s thigh and it lets out a howl of pain. Not too affected by it, the Beast literally backhands him to the ground, hard enough to knock the wind out of him momentarily. Its claws dig into Theo’s chest, lifting him up and slamming him on the ground, claws still buried.

“No!” Stiles yells, adrenaline moving his body for him. Wiping the blood from his lip, the chimera lunges, grabbing the stick and twisting it in the Beast’s leg, earning him another pained cry. “Oh shit.” The Beast whips towards him, stalking closer and Stiles stumbles back to keep their distance. Stiles’ back hits the pole on the edge of one of the goals, he’s trapped. He’s going to die. Fuck, fuck, fuck.

“Stiles!” Theo yells, rolling onto his side, coughing wetly as he digs in his jacket pocket. A small glass jar flies through the air towards him, which Stiles catches effortlessly. Thank you chimera reflexes or he surely wouldn’t have. It’s clearly taking all of Theo’s strength to be able to keep himself lifted to watch what happens.

Quick hands yank the cork out, hastily putting the talons over his own claws. With not a second to spare. Because as soon as the talons begin to glow, the Beast is right there and Stiles shoves them into the massive chimera’s heart. It’s vibrant, almost white eyes flicker. Stiles can feel the life draining through the talons. He doesn’t care about the power, Stiles just wants it dead.

“No!” Scott yells. Guess someone came to. Stiles for half a second wishes that it’s because he’s in danger. But even the chimera isn’t that stupid. Of course the wolf’s pissed off about killing it even after this thing could have easily killed all of them.

The Beast spits up blood and Stiles has half a thought to feel like he’s winning. Until claws dig into his sides and Stiles screams. White hot pain flaring in his ribs and lungs, making him choke. But he refuses to let up, no matter how lightheaded he’s getting. His legs feel like jello. Suddenly, Theo’s head pops up from behind the Beast’s shoulder and his own claws dig into its throat. The crunch of it dislodging is audible to everyone’s ears and Scott shouts again.

Stiles yanks his hand away and the talons shatter off his fingertips, chunks falling into the bloodied grass. Theo just barely manages to land while the Beast is shrinking. A crumpled body of a teenage girl Stiles doesn’t recognize falls to the ground in a heap. Blood staining the grass from the teenage girl's missing trachea. The Beast is dead. Holy shit, the Beast is fucking dead!

It’s over.

They did it!

Clutching his sides, Stiles is ready to keel over himself. He’s healing, he can feel it, but it’s slower than he’d like and a nap sounds beautiful. The Beast’s claws are pretty huge, these wounds are fucking deep. He can mostly breathe, so if they punctured his lungs, his healing is working overtime to allow air in them. Fuck, this hurts. Stiles’ knees give out, the field spinning wildly.

As expected, Theo catches the chimera just as he begins to stumble, taking some of his pain. It’s not much since he has his own wounds to heal, but it’s enough that Stiles isn’t worried about passing out anymore. “I’ve got you,” the Alpha assures him, helping him stay upright. Hayden limps over with Liam, who’s bleeding profusely from his chest. “Get him out of here,” Theo instructs her. “Take him to Deaton, maybe he’ll still help Scott’s Beta.”

The wolf in question races over to them looking positively enraged. “What the fuck did you do?” Scott growls at the pair, eyes flashing gold. “You killed her!”

Standing on his own, Stiles growls right back, “we killed the Beast who had taken over her body. We did what needed to be done!”

“This is all your fault!” Scott shoves at Theo.

Bad fucking move.

Before Stiles even gets the chance to lunge in his defense, Theo’s claws slash Scott across the chest, spraying blood on the ground. The Beta’s knees fall to the damp grass as he groans. Theo kicks the wolf in his wounds to make sure the once Alpha stays down. “Come on, Kitten,” Theo loops Stiles’ arm over his shoulder, “let’s get you home.” Kissing his temple, the Alpha helps him to the truck.

When they get to the tunnels, Corey, Mason, and Josh are waiting for them. Theo sets him down in the medical chair and rushes to grab supplies. Part of Stiles wants to tell the Alpha not to worry about it, but something else tells him that his mate needs to do something. Something that’ll make him feel of use and needed. Stiles is all too familiar with the feeling, so he says nothing.

“You guys look like shit,” the raiju says in way of covering up his worry.

All of their emotions are drowning the room in dread and relief in equal measure. It’s dizzying.

“You’re alive,” Mason grins. “Hayden texted, she said Deaton is helping Liam. He’s going to be okay.”

Corey’s face is just as mixed as the scents in the room. “Are you okay?” He asks in a small voice.

Stiles peels his jersey off, taking in the blood sticking to his skin, the wounds almost healed. “About as okay as I can be,” he says and the Alpha whines, wiping the caked substance with a wet cloth. Stiles hisses in pain, jolting when alcohol replaces the cloth. “Fuck,” his claws pinch into the cushioned arm rests, tearing the material.

“They’re almost healed,” Theo says quietly, “but you should still clean them when they’re this deep. Internal wounds take longer.” His worry is the most pungent of all as he dutifully cleans the chimera. Letting out a whine when Stiles jolts in pain, rumbling softly in his chest when he passes over a larger hole than the last.

“Hey,” the chimera cups his mate’s cheeks, making him look up. Though Theo closes his eyes and sighs. “Theo, look at me.” The Alpha only growls again, pinching his brows and trying to drop his head again. “Daddy, please,” Stiles whispers and sad, blue eyes meet him finally. “I’m okay,” he sees no wounds underneath the shreds of Theo’s shirt, “you’re okay. We’re all okay.”

“She got her claws in you and I-” Theo breaks off in a shudder.

Josh pipes up, “she?”

“The Beast was a chick,” Stiles supplies, not looking away from his mate.

“I almost lost you,” Theo’s eyes get a little bloodshot and wet, voice thick. “I saw her claws go in and I was on her back before I even knew what happened.” The Alpha takes a quaky breath, “I- I thought I- I thought-”

Stiles silences him, covering Theo’s mouth with his own. The Alpha whines deeply in his throat, returning the kiss fiercely. Crushing their mouths together and digging his fingers in Stiles’ hair. “You didn’t. It’s going to be okay,” Stiles repeats, resting their foreheads together. “Let’s clean up, get changed and get some fucking food here. Have a normal ending to a wild fucking day. All right?”

“Yeah,” Theo agrees, sealing their mouths together once more.

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“We have a problem,” Hayden bursts through the doors to the operating theater.

“What’d Liam do now?” Stiles snickers from where he’s curled beside his mate. Not thinking there could be literally any other problem right now. They spent the last two days in the tunnels just to wait until Scott had enough time to cool off. Turns out the reason the Doctors hadn’t disposed of the last body is because when they perfected their Beast, it killed them. They’d found them in a section of the tunnels last night.

“I don’t mean Liam,” she counters, “I mean Scott.”

Theo and Stiles are on their feet quickly, joining the other chimeras in the main room.

“What’s going on?” Theo crosses his arms.

“He’s coming,” Hayden says. “Liam and Kira are with him. Scott is really angry. He’s on his way. Here. Right now.”

“Stay here,” Theo growls at them, stalking out the doors.

Yeah, he’s so not letting the Alpha do this himself. He’s more than capable, but Stiles wanted Scott to leave them alone when this was over. Well, it’s fucking over. He ignores Josh’s, “don’t,” and dashes out to meet his mate.

He catches up with Theo just in time for them to turn the corner and find the three waiting for them. Hayden was right, Scott looks really fucking mad. Liam looks pained, a weird twist to his features like he doesn’t want to be here. “I’m sorry,” the young wolf mutters, barely meeting Stiles’ gaze. Kira is holding her sword beside him.

Well this can’t be good.

“You’re too much of a problem, Theo,” Scott seethes.

What the fuck is that supposed to mean?

“Your sister wants to talk to you,” Kira says before slamming her sword into the ground.

What the fuck is that supposed to mean?

The concrete cracks open, shooting down between the two chimeras and behind them. Turning to follow the break, the cracks glow with a blue light until an actual hole opens in the ground. “What the fuck?” Stiles says in disbelief.

And if it couldn’t get any fucking weirder, a hand pops out from the ground. Stiles and Theo stare at it dumbly as one becomes two and a mess of dark curls emerges. Stiles remembers her; Tara. Theo’s sister. How in the fuck is she here?

“T-Tara?” Theo’s eyes widen and her hand wraps around his ankle.

Stiles’ heart threatens to beat right out of his ribcage watching the sight. He immediately goes to reach for Theo, only to have his arms pulled behind his back by Scott. “No,’ he grinds his teeth, yanking himself free from the former Alpha’s arms. By the time he gets close enough to his mate, Theo’s arms are ready to slip off the edge. Quickly, Stiles grabs his hand before he can fall, “I’ve got you,” he grunts, trying to pull the Alpha back up.

Tara has a firm hold of him.

“Stiles, let go,” Theo says, sweat glossing his forehead. “I won’t let you get hurt too,” he grunts, trying to keep his grip. “It’s okay, Kitten, let me go.”

His tone is so soft it’s bringing tears to the chimera’s eyes. “No,” Stiles’ voice is thick with emotion; it's practically a sob. Scott tries to grab his arm again and rage burns inside him.

“Stiles, this isn’t you,” the wolf grunts with his efforts trying to pull him away.

The chimera snarls, rearing back with his free hand to claw at Scott’s face. He hits his mark beautifully, watching angry, red slashes break the skin and the now Beta stumbles back. The jerkiness of his action to get Scott away, loosened his grip too much on Theo. His mate’s fingers slip through his and Theo falls in. There isn’t even a shred of hesitation or thought.

Stiles dives in after him.

Ch 13

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Time Trial Chapter 14-Brothers

Chapter 13

We bought bags of chips, cheese balls, jelly beans before going to the abandoned hospital. It reminded Albert of when we were teenagers and we bought it to go to the skate park. For me, going to that place was getting away from a house where I felt overwhelmed and of course, because of Alice, harassed. There were people of all ages doing tricks, competitions, and well, maybe I practiced jumping in the air a little while the skaters came towards me. It was a time when bad moments were forgotten with the adrenaline, seeing the world upside down when jumping made me see everything differently. Thinking about it now, it seemed a little ridiculous how that excited me. Now I miss those moments when I did not have so much pressure on me, forgetting my problems for a moment.

We arrived at the building, full of graffiti on the outside and the entrance doors broken. The land is overgrown, full of tall grass and wildflowers. We took the bag out of the glove compartment and put the helmets away, also leaving the backpacks on the floor. The place looked deserted, it does not seem like anyone comes here. At least that is lucky.

"Yes, a perfect place for you to kill me." Albert puts the bag on his shoulder. "Can you let me write one last letter to my parents?"

"Stop talking nonsense and come in now." I give him a little push to avoid knocking him to the ground.

He laughs and starts walking to the door. The interior was full of dust and again, painted over. They all looked old due to the wear and tear on the wall, even the cans on the floor and food papers that I had not seen in years. And is this place where Sally came? Maybe it is because I do not know her well, but it is strange to imagine a girl here with the dirt here.

"Tell me, who told you about this place?" Albert asks me, illuminating the dark areas with his cell phone “I never heard you talk about this sinister place.”

“Sally told me she was coming to this place with her friend.”

“Yeah, with her friend.” he lets out a laugh after dragging out the word ‘friend’. “Our little sister has a boyfriend.”

"I do not know, I am not going to ask her about her private life like that either." I answer, looking for the sign that indicates going up to the roof. "It would be strange if I asked her if she has a boyfriend, do not you think?"

"True, we don't want to scare her either, it's enough that she's involved in all this." he stands at my level and I look at him. "Do you think this will affect her? I mean, how do she handle researching everything you do?”

"At first she was scared about the doll, but she is relieved to be away," I answer, also calm that she is not in the city. I finally manage to see the door and I make a sign to him. “Come on, it is time to go up.”

"Ugh, but have you seen that there are five floors?"

"Do not complain and let us go."

I hear him complain again and our footsteps echo down the stairs. I try to be careful to avoid tripping over all the dirt on the floor. I would not dare run up the stairs in this place.

Several minutes later, we reached the top floor. I check the door and it opens easily. It does not even make a rusty hinge noise or get stuck. It opens completely. I squint a little as the afternoon sun's rays hit my face. I am trying to get used to it after being in the dark for a couple of seconds. I can see the city from afar and the cars pass by on the road. It is not that it is taller than the building I climbed, but it is perfect for a good view.

“Well, the place isn't bad.” Albert comments, with a surprised voice.

“Let us sit.”

“Where? Do you mean the edge?” I make a nodding sound and hear him sigh. “Sometimes your bravery scares me.”

“It is not as scary as it seems.” I comment without much importance.

“Of course, because you're used to climbing all over the city.”

“And you could do it too if you had not given it up for skateboarding.”

“Hey, I also have my risk when riding a skateboard, I have to be careful.”

“And without protection.”

“That’s how I learn.”

I laugh and sit on the edge of the ledge. Albert sits next to me, leaving the bag in the middle. He takes out a drink and throws it to me. I catch him in the air and look at him reluctantly, I am sure he did it to make it fall into the void, but he does not know that I have good reflexes.

As I open one of the small bags, the smell of potato chips forcibly penetrates my nostrils, bringing back those memories of my adolescence because of the familiar environment we are in.

“The only thing missing is people screaming and laughing, rap music in the background and it would be like the old days” Albert sounds like an old man saying those words, which makes me laugh “But I do not think you brought me here to remember old times.” he says with his mouth full.

"We both need to get away from everything that is happening," I answer before eating a potato as well “And after today, you almost gave us away with what we are doing, investigating that website.”

Albert sighs, leaving the bag next to him. He leans back a little, looking ahead.

“They fired me from work when they started accusing me that I could have been Bianca's murderer.” His voice sounds hoarse, like he is about to cry. I stare at him surprised, given that he had always told me that he went to work many times “I tried to find a new job, but everyone rejected me because of those damn accusations. So, most of the time I was late because I was at the skate park after those shitty interviews.” As he speaks, he picks up a small stone and throws it on the ground, in anger “There is also the harassment of my parents by journalists because of me. Everything has been going like shit since Bianca turned up dead... But I don't blame her, but me. Because I am ultimately too trusting with people.”

“Why you did not tell me anything?” I also put the bag aside and rested my arm on one knee, looking at him worried.

“Because you were suffering from Katherine being kidnapped—”

"But you are my best friend, Al." He looks at my face after saying those words “You cannot keep these things to yourself just because you think I am having a bad time. I also suffered from the false accusations they made against you, but knowing that they fired you...”

"It doesn't matter, I'll find something better." he shrugs and drinks his drink. "Look at us, talking about our feelings—”

“Do not try to divert the topic.”

He lets out a weak laugh, turning the can.

Maybe it should not mean anything to him, but my point of view is totally different. Replacing your sister with a copy just because you are no longer lonely is not something I am proud of. But it is true, I am glad to have someone I can call “little sister” again, but that does not fill the void of knowing that I am alone again and without family.

I should finally put these thoughts aside once all this is over. There is no point in licking the wounds of something that is not my fault. And no one can replace my sister.

“We have known each other for years, Albert, if you think I do not care what happens to you, you're wrong.” I reply angrily, squeezing my hand tightly “You were my first real friend and you are also like a brother, although I do not always admit it, you and your family have made me feel a little less alone. So do not think that just because I am fine does not mean I do not worry about everything that is happening around me.”

I see his jaw tighten, looking at me firmly. I do not think I have ever seen him look at me like that.

“Did you know that I was actually jealous of you in high school?” He admits, loosening his gaze a little “Everyone was talking about you even though you weren't paying attention to the rest of the people at school, even the girls couldn't stop talking about you and how ''mysterious'' you were” He laughs, then takes a bit of his drink “At that time, I only wanted attention because it was impossible to live at home, with parents always arguing, I only had to draw attention so that for a moment they would stop arguing or simply so that my father would be less absent.” He looks at me and shrugs his shoulders, indifferent “But you didn't do anything, you had everyone's attention and you didn't realize it because you were stuck in computers all day and I wanted to break that Jake and let everyone see his true nature, which wasn't as cool as everyone thought.”

“So, the day we met you deliberately got me into trouble because you actually hated me, right?” I arch an eyebrow, surprised at his confession.

"Yes, well," he scratches the back of his neck nervously "the truth is, a little, but in the end I never imagined having a brother in the midst of all the chaos that was happening in my life." He gives me a gentle punch on the shoulder, in a friendly way. We both laugh and in the end he ends up sighing “I'm glad to have you as a friend, you always know how to stay calm and what to say at any time, just like before. You end up silencing everyone every time you speak. Yours is a gift.”

“That is what happens when—‘

I close my mouth, then remembering the reason why everything seems so unfair to me. I remain silent, looking at the ground. I do not have vertigo or fear when I see the height we are at, but I know that if I fell I might not survive, even so the intrusive thoughts exist and it is a 'What would happen if I do it?'

<<I have realized that this is how I felt when my mother died...>>

"Okay, now it's my turn to ask," Albert clears his throat and I look at him, waking up from my thoughts "what's going on?"

I look away, thoughtful. Should I tell him? Will you care? Maybe I should not at least name Hannah. I let out a sigh, quite overwhelmed. I have my problems too, I just keep them to myself because I do not think anyone cares. But it is not like that. Albert, my best friend and the person I consider like a brother, is interested.

“All my life I have been called many things,” I answer a little under my breath, feeling a pain in my chest "It may not be like what is happening to you, but when they point at you and talk bad about you, I can understand it." I notice how my voice shakes a little, it is hard for me to talk about this “When I see someone being treated unfairly, hurt or accused, I just cannot sit still, I have to do something.”

“Really?” I nod with a sound “Damn… I didn't know… Why have you never told me?”

I look at him and take a deep breath.

“My mother taught me to ignore people, even though I also hated how they did the same to her,” I respond, a little lost in my thoughts, remembering her words “She did not want me to get into trouble, but when I no longer had family to stay with, I think I decided not to pay attention to those words because I knew that it was not worth it to sit back and do something good.”

"And with all this Katherine stuff, it's happening again, right?"

“Not just with Katherine, but also with Sally.”

“Don’t tell me that…”

I see how he makes a disgusted face and grunts.

“Do you remember Charlotte? The teenager who sometimes helped her do her homework?”

“Yes, she is the girl who ran away from home, right?”

I nod slowly. I cannot talk to him about Hannah, but I can talk about another similar issue that I did not like either. I had completely forgotten that moment, because I did not want to have it in my head. I was disgusted and afraid of that accusation.

"She confessed to me that she was in love with me and of course, I rejected her, I am not that kind of guy." I take a sip of the drink, my throat feeling dry from talking so much. The scene comes to mind “And since I have been talking to Sally about this, I hate that it is added another word to the list of things I have been called out for.”

"Hey, if you think we can finish this investigation without Sally, we can do it." His words sound totally sincere “Explain it to her and why you don't want to continue collaborating, she will understand. At least, she doesn't seem like the type to want to get you into trouble.”

"No, she is not one of those girls, luckily, but I do not think she will be happy if I tell her now that I do not want her to help me; she does not seem like someone who gives up so easily."

“As someone I know,” I smile knowing he means me “What if you are siblings? Imagine that you have a missing sister out there.” I get nervous because I know that is not the case, but I do hide what Hannah is "Well, after all, you always talk about your mother, but never about your father—"

"He died and that is it." I answer quickly, not wanting to bring up the subject of my father now. I know Albert would not judge my mother or me, but this is something I cannot tell. If it gets to Duskwood that Nathan Donfort has a bastard son, that would ruin his family. I would ruin my sisters' lives. And they are what matters most to me.

<<I hope one day to meet Lilly too. From what Hannah told me, she is eight going on nine. It is a shame to miss their lives like this, not being able to be with them..>>

“Sorry, I did not want to make you remember that.” his voice now saddens “I am glad you are finally talking about your life with me, even though it's taken you years.”

I bite my tongue knowing I am lying to my best friend. But it is better this way. It is not that much of reality changes, my father has never been in my life to say that I have a father.

“Speaking of parents,” I look at him a little tired from talking so much, but I have to tell you this. At least only part of it “I went to breakfast with Katherine's father.”

“What?! And you're telling me now?!” makes me jump in place because of his loud question, not expecting that reaction “And? What happened? Is everything okay with your future father-in-law?”

“To be honest, it put more pressure on me than I thought,” I respond as I lie down on the ground, looking at the sky. Little by little it is getting darker “he wants me to take care of his daughter when we find her.”

"Come on, he has offered you her hand, so to speak."

“What if it does not work?” I ask, now doubting a relationship that we had not even started “What do I do? I could not say no. And more so because his daughter is missing.”

"How many times am I going to tell you that nothing's wrong, Jake?" I look at him and see that he shakes his head "Don't worry about that now, okay? Yes, okay, the guy has put pressure on you because you are both worried about the person you love, But if you are now going to think about what you will do in the future with her when you are not even sure, you are only going to end up badly. Find Katherine and help her recover and see what moments you will have with her.”

"I do not know if giving me romance advice is good...’’

“Well, as your adopted brother and mother,” I roll my eyes, with a laugh “it will be his fault because he forces you. The relationship is yours alone, not anyone else's” I nod at his words and sit up “And if it doesn't work, then don't worry, there's surely another girl out there waiting to meet you who really is your destiny.” He extends his arms and makes a theatrical gesture separating them.

"I do not think there is anyone capable of surpassing Katherine," I say with a bit of anger "because well... She is perfect."

“That's the spirit! The girl you like is perfect, there is no other.” he points his finger at me, almost accusatory “Let that stay in your mind. None of them are going to surpass her and you are crazy about her, what more proof do you want? The universe is not going to send a signal to you, only you have your choice.”

I am going to tell him that it is the cheesiest thing I have ever heard from him, but I get a message that makes me stop raising my hand. I am surprised to see the message Sally passed me. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

Sally It’s important, I’ll explain it to you when we can talk We have to talk to Paul immediately Whenever you can Or I do not know! When can he? Damn, why can’t I do it now? ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

She disconnected after that last message. What do we have to talk to Paul about? Is he serious? I do not know what she has found, but surely after Albert's accusation before the director, he is not going to be happy.

"Sally?" he asks me nervously “Did she find something?”

"I think so, but she says we have to talk to Paul." I reply annoyed, rereading the message "Probabilities that he will beat us up after saying he is a criminal?"

"One hundred percent, for sure."

I put my cell phone away and we hear a scream from below calling us. A man was looking up, although we could hardly see him well.

“You two! Get down from there right now!”

“They caught us.” Albert stands up, grabbing the bag.

With ease, I push myself off the edge and follow him toward the door.

Once downstairs, the police officer—since he was wearing the uniform—approaches us as we leave through the door, breathing heavily. He must be only about forty years old, but he almost looks younger.

"Guys..." he tells us between each labored breath "What... What are you doing here? This area is dangerous and also private.”

“I am sorry, we did not know.” I reply worried.

Sally did not tell me anything about this area being private. Did she forget or she just did not want to tell me? I look at the name on the plate. Peter Hammer. It does not look like it is fake, so I think he is a real police.

"Look, if you want to be in an intimate place, I understand," Albert and I looked at each other with a shck look and then back at the police officer “but we have already had problems in the past with other teenagers who sneaked in here to make trouble and set up rituals of those satanists, we do not want strange things to be done around here, do you understand?”

“We understand perfectly, agent.” Albert nods and gives me a light tap on the shoulder “Let's go Jake.”

I nod and we start walking towards the entrance.

“Wait!” We stop and turn again to look at the policeman “Your face sounds familiar to me.” He points to Albert, narrowing his eyes “Aren't you that boy who is being accused of murder?”

I see how Albert squeezes his hands. It is my turn to interact again before he says anything.

“My friend is innocent until proven guilty, Mr. Hammer,” I say quickly and calmly, like other times I have done it “but we trust that the police will manage to catch Katherine's kidnapper and Bianca's murderer.”

The man smiles proudly, as if he had said it exclusively to him.

“We will not be back.” I respond a little coldly.

"Good, good. well, goodbye guys." he passes by us, looking at us badly. Better not to anger him so he takes out the gun.

I take the helmets out of the motorcycle and give his to Albert, who is watching the policeman walk away.

“I bet he was referring to Sally when he mentioned the teenagers.” he finishes putting away the bag of food and gets on the motorcycle, holding his hands behind him “How come he didn't tell you?”

“I do not know, I will have to ask her after reading the information she found.” I get on the motorcycle and put on my helmet “If I had known we could not come here.”

“Well yes, because now they could notify the police that we were here, we have to be careful and not return to this place so that they don't suspect us anymore.”

<<No more problems, please, I do not want to have to end up in jail again for just coming here to eat some chips.>>

I start the motorcycle and we leave the place. I hope Sally will be available when she arrives and we can talk about what she has found.

I turn on the computer and connect the laptop, moving the program back to the main one. Albert has gone to shower, leaving me alone to fix the program. I am glad to have seen him with a good face, since we started university and the topic of murder, I do not think we had really had time among real friends, like we did before. I log on to Facebook in case Sally does too. So far, they have not managed to disrupt my arrangement on the show, which is a relief that they have left me alone and do not know what I am doing. They will think they scared me, but they did not. This only made me want to continue researching with all my might.

"Hey, shall we order pizza?" Albert asks me, looking out the door “I don't feel like making dinner.”

“Alright…”

He enters the room and sits on the bed. As long as you don't turn around, then the better.

“I've tried to contact Alice, but she's not answering.” I make a sound of agreement, not paying much attention “Do you think I'm bothered with something?” I make a negative sound now “Jake!”

“What?” I turn as I continue writing.

"Stop doing that, I hate it." I raise my hands, stopping writing for a moment. I know that writing without looking bothers him because he cannot do it “I have had to listen to your love problems, now it's mine.”

“Love problems? I thought you were not interested in Alice.”

"That's not the point." I see how he blushes, I've never seen him like that “The truth is that she's cool once you get to know her well...”

“Aaalright…” I drawl the words, not knowing much what to say.

"But I don't like her." I let out a laugh and he gave a small grunt “Surely she is still in love with you.”

"No, I do not think so," I continue writing again "she is not interested in me anymore."

“And why don't she answer me?”

"Maybe she is busy or thinks it is better not to rush knowing that your date died, do not you think so?"

"Mhm... Maybe that's it."

Albert is good at giving romantic advice, but when it comes to looking at himself, he is not very smart at all. Even so, I have never seen him excited with a girl, it is the first time, with Bianca he did not come to my room when they had the first date or when I asked him. Maybe he has truly fallen in love.

"Anyway, I'll order the pizza." I hear him get up and leave the room.

<<I can finally focus on the program. At least until dinner time.>>

Just when I think too soon, Facebook chat appears with the notification sound. I place the Facebook window on one side and the program on the other. I cannot stop for a second. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

Sally Well I’m here Alice was at my house She came to see me worried that I had been scared after the doll thing ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

"Al, Alice was with Sally—"

“What?'' He quickly looks out the door “Has she told you? Have she checked my messages?”

"I do not know, she just told me—"

“Ask her if she had seen it and talked about me!”

"I am NOT going to ask Sally about whether Alice has read your messages." I return to the conversation, ignoring him.

“You are very cruel, you may have ruined a great couple.”

“Yes, Al, yes…”

The truth is that I am rather embarrassed to ask her. Of course it would help my friend, but I am not going to ask Sally if she and Alice have talked about boys, it is even weirder. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

Sally Jareth?

Jareth Sorry, Albert was asking me something.

Sally Tell your friend that his girl is fine 😛 That we were just talking about everything that has happened so far She just left a minute ago, I'm sure she'll answer him

Jareth I was not going to ask you about that.

Sally But I'm sure you've talked about it

Jareth How can you know?

Sally Female intuition And you said Albert, which is very similar to what I’ve been seeing on Alice’s phone, hehe ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

Albert will be more embarrassed knowing that a teenager has seen his messages than knowing that Alice saw them. He is not going to recover from this. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

Sally Tell him she thought the bear icon was adorable

JarethI will let he know :)

Sally 😊 Well, time to work!

Jareth What is happening with Paul now?

Sally You will not like it… What’s more, I didn’t like having to read it either… Wait, I'll send you by email what I've managed to read

Jareth Of course.

Sally I want you to know that I am only sending you this part because I still have a lot to read and it is what has caught my attention the most, but I will compile everything I have and we can do something with this

Jareth Sally, calm down. Do not worry, and send it to me. We will look at it together.

Sally Yes, Yes… Sorry… I'll send it to you ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

I do not know why, but her message seemed to convey her nerves. Or maybe it is my imagination. I do not think I have ever noticed her like that. What could she have read in that document?

I enter the email and notice that they are screenshots with underlined areas in specific places. For example, important dates. Apparently, Bianca had tried to help her friend get information from that page after receiving a video of him drugged. Apparently Paul did not remember it and confronted his family, which they did not know what he was talking about when he wanted to show them the video, it disappeared. It came to him like an email. An email that he simply used to write to his friends to talk to each other. He was quite small and that marked him. Nobody believed him, which affected him a lot. After that, Paul had moments when he remembered blurry images, which scared him and caused him to seek help in drugs to calm down. When he told Bianca, she was the only one who believed him, thus deciding to help him. But Paul's condition worsened with alcohol and drugs, leaving him devastated. Bianca was sure that this video had to be from someone close to him and that it must have come because he thought it was fun to send it to him. The website was the name of…

"'The corner of the poor souls'." I say, reading Bianca's words "Did it exist nine years ago? Who was capable of harming a child?''

<<Come on, after reading those comments, it is clear that they are capable of doing anything.>>

A horrible shiver runs down my spine as I think about it. The sooner I had to find them and tear down that website, show the world that it exists. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

Sally You still there?

Jareth Yes. I am surprised that Paul experienced all of this.

Sally I didn’t have time to analyze it because I was angry at how he treated Jeremy If he hadn’t been a jerk, maybe I would have devoted myself to observing him better

Jareth It is not your fault.

Sally You have to talk to him He has to know what Bianca was doing Above all, what she was doing for him

Jareth He will not want to talk to us.

Sally We have to try And more for Katherine If he still care about her and Bianca, maybe we can get information Use that to our advantage, name them and name the video, but without many details And we will surely have him in our favor

Jareth Do you really want to make him remember all that? What happened to him as a child? It may affect him.

Sally He’s a victim, Jareth… He still hasn’t recovered until we put those bastards in jail. Sorry! I didn’t want to talk like that!

Jareth I am also angry, I understand. So… Paul hides what he suffers by making the world suffer.

Sally It is sometimes common I’d love to hear the conversation, but…

Jareth I know. And I would not let you come.

Sally How can we make it easy for you? Without you ending up being arrested again, of course

Jareth What if we use Alice’s cell phone? She calls you and puts it on hands-free so you can hear it.

Sally Yes, it’s a good idea I think we can do a lot with this And have you advanced?

Jareth Do you want the good or the bad?

Sally The good first

Jareth The good thing is that it seems that there are no problems changing the code.

Sally What's bad then?

Jareth I do not understand what I am doing wrong either.

Sally I know we’re in a hurry, but don’t worry… Rescuing your friend is important, but so is your health Don't stress too much, okay?

Jareth Easy to say.

Sally Jareth…

Jareth I will try.

Sally 🙂

Jareth Another thing. Why did not you tell me that the abandoned hospital is a private area?

Sally Oh Did Peter show up?

Jareth Do you know him?

Sally He is a friend and co-worker of my father It’s not really a private place, my friend and I investigated it well He only says it to keep people out He just doesn't know that I know 😛

Jareth Then we can continue going without problems.

Sally Of course, dear friend! You like it?

Jareth It was not bad, very comfortable, if I can say.

Sally I know, naps in that place are great

Jareth Haha. Thank you. It was the perfect place to talk.

Sally You’e welcome I'm good at choosing places to spend a good afternoon with friends

Jareth Yes, next time I will ask you for another new location ;)

Sally Of course! Happy to tell you a few! ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

They ring the doorbell a couple of times, but I do not hear Albert answer it.

“Al! The pizza!”

They continue calling. Maybe he is on the computer with the headphones. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

Jareth I have to go now.

Sally Of course I’ll keep reading and let Alice know about the new plan You try to reconcile with Paul, okay?

Jareth Yes.

Sally Be good

Jareth I will be :)

Sally I’m serious

Jareth I give you my word.

Sally Better Goodbye Jareth

Jareth Goodbye Sally. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

I get up from the chair and leave the room, finding Albert on the couch sleeping with his cell phone in his hand. Apparently today's talk has really worn him out. I sigh and open the door, paying the pizza man. Great, he orders and I pay. Anyway... For this once and because of his situation I will let it pass.

I put the pizza on the kitchen table and hear a noise like a window breaking, which makes me hear Albert scream. I look out and see that he is trying to put out a fire with the curtain.

“What happened?!” I ask nervously, approaching to help.

“They threw it out the window!” He answers me nervously.

I look out and see a guy in a gas mask, raising his hand and waving.

“You bastard.” I say through clenched teeth, running out of the room.

“Jake! Where are you going?!” I hear Albert calling me, but I ignore him going down the stairs.

I can hear a car leaving quickly, so by the time I am on the street, I can only see the lights and the smoke it left behind.

“Ja… Jake…” Al appears behind me, panting. “There was this in the bottle they threw away.” I grab the rag in his hand. There is a necklace wrapped in it. They were two stars united. And he has dry blood.

“Whose is it?”

"It's Bianca's," I look at him surprised, "I remember she was wearing it on the date."

I look at him again with suspicion. I do not think they brought it with good intentions. I look at the cameras on the street, their light appears instantly, as if they had been blocked. I do not know exactly what guys we are trying to stop, but whoever they are, we are going to take them down. We could hear a police car approaching, a neighbor must have called for sure. I look at the necklace again and understand what is happening. If they saw us now with this in our hands, we will be accused and the cameras... Shit, we cannot hide it now because Albert has been recorded.

"Albert listen, do not worry," I place my hands on his shoulders, trying to stay calm, "no matter what happens, everything will be fine, alright?"

"They have set a trap for you," I see how his face pales, scared, "and they are sure to arrest you after seeing the necklace."

Chapter 15

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classic80sand90smovieloves2 · 2 years

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Meeting and Dating Jim Halsey

(Not my gif)(Requested by anonymous)

- Well; as unrealistic as it is that somebody who experienced what Jim experienced would ever pick up another hitchhiker again, you wound up meeting your future boyfriend while traveling cross country carless and alone.

- You were broke and figured you could save some money; and the planet, by carpooling the desert highways between you and your destination instead of driving them yourself. So you packed up your things and found yourself a few nice rides before raising your thumb to a beat up old car that was cruising along the same dusty road that you were currently walking along....

- The first few minutes were strange and you’d started to worry that you’d gotten into that “wrong car” that all your friends and family liked to warn you about. The man was a little too quiet, jittery; as though you’d done something strange, and a little too focused on the road in front of you as he cryptically asked if anyone had ever warned you about how dangerous it was to get into cars with strangers.

- Yet, just as you were about to tell him that he can “drop you off here”; readying your best “I’m not scared” smile, he apologized and laughed awkwardly, his face melting into an apologetic and pleasant expression.

- He took his hand off the wheel and offered it to you, introducing himself as Jim Halsey while your stomach began to settle and your heart began to beat at a normal pace. Jim Halsey …it; for some reason, sounded familiar....

- The man had seemed a lot older when you first got into the car, but now; with his face relaxed and his words coming out like a normal persons, you realize that he can’t be that much older than you; probably a college student or at least the same age as one …even if he didn’t act like any of the ones you’d ever met.

- But, putting aside the occasional odd quirk; like jumping any time you made a sudden movement or asking a bunch of questions about where you were going, he was actually pretty nice.

- Lucky for you, he was heading almost exactly where you were and the two of you made a deal that you’d pay for food and he’d handle gas. It seemed like the best deal you’d ever struck so you gave him a smile and shook on it; still pondering why he seemed like somebody you already knew.

- You did a lot of the talking: answering questions about yourself and making conversation about this and that. You had, at some point, asked him if he was a singer “or something” and he’d laughed it off in the confused way that people do, assuring you that he wasn’t while you mentioned that you could have sworn that you’d seen him somewhere before.

- It took you a few hours before you realized why: sat in the passenger side seat of his car, watching as he filled up the gas tank and shrugged on a faded leather jacket. Jim Halsey: the kid that was on the news a year or so back; the one who killed that serial killer....

- You must have been looking at him like he had two heads when he got back into the car because he laughed a bit awkwardly and asked “what?”, an amused lilt in his voice as he realized you were staring at him.

“Jim Halsey.”

“ Yeahhh?” He swiveled his head a little, urging you to continue before his smile faded; seemingly realizing the realization that you’d come to.

- He sighed and asked if you wanted to get out and you sat still for a minute before you declined, silently settling back in your seat; much to his surprise. You named a town and nodded down the road: giving him the directions he’d asked for prior to getting out of the car and purposefully moving on from the subject while he slowly started the engine.

- You drove in silence for a little while before he brought up the subject himself. You told him that he didn’t have to but he insisted that he wanted to and began to explain what had happened. All of a sudden, his previous actions began to make a lot more sense and you found yourself a lot less nervous; and feeling somewhat guilty for accidentally making him uncomfortable.

“So you just tell me if you wanna get out cause I won’t mind. Now or later …whenever you want, you know? …I won’t take it personal.” He tells you and you contemplate what you should say.

“You know, you really don’t seem all that dangerous to me. Maybe a little dumb but not dangerous,” You respond casually. “I mean, if I went through all of that I wouldn’t even think about picking up another hitchhiker for the rest of my life, but to each their own I guess.”

He went silent for a moment before he began to laugh. “Yeah? Well no offense but you don’t exactly scream ‘danger’ yourself. And you’re the one who got into a car with a stranger so I think we’re just about even in both those departments.”

“Touché.” You responded and gave him a smile; turning to watch out your window as the tension in the car completely melted away.

- Everything seemed to turn back to normal after that and you momentarily forgot that the man sitting beside you had a pretty hefty criminal record. You even found yourself attracted to him; and feeling as though he was attracted to you.

- He wasn’t too upfront about his interest but he certainly wasn’t subtle: asking what you were planning on doing in the city you were heading towards before adding on the “visiting a boyfriend?” question was a pretty sure sign that you weren’t alone in your desires. And his eagerness to deny having a relationship of his own only furthered your beliefs.

- You were so comfortable in your conclusion that it was actually you who ended up making the first move. The two of you had stopped at a motel for the night and as you were getting ready for bed, you’d sidled up to where he was standing and pressed your lips to his.

- For obvious reasons, he was fairly surprised, but it didn’t take him long to respond, clasping his hand around the back of your neck as he began to kiss you back.

- Whether you stopped there or went farther is up to you but the ending remains the same either way. You played Russian roulette in the middle of the desert and found yourself a boyfriend.

- Jim likes Pda but he doesn’t go overboard unless there’s a good reason for it and he just can’t be bothered about other peoples opinions. Most of his touches aren’t sexual but they are intimate and people tend to avert their eyes because they don’t know how to respond to such a vulnerable and loving scene.

- He honestly touches and holds you in the most random ways. Like sure, he gives you normal affection most of the time but then he’ll like clasp his hands on top of your head or nudge you or give you a three second scalp massage while he holds your face and you’ll just be …confused?? He’s strange but you still like him.

- Handholding. He prefers it over trying to fit you under his shoulder or slipping his hand into your back pocket. It also helps to calm him down whenever he’s anxious.

- Cheek caresses; even if he does nothing else. He’ll sometimes just put his hand on your cheek and watch as you lean into the warmth of his palm, his thumb stroking across your skin while your eyes flutter shut. Most people would then kiss their significant other but Jim has a tendency of just dropping his hand and moving on.

- Although, he does occasionally kiss your forehead after doing that. He’ll also just pepper a few kisses to different areas on the side of your face and jaw for no real reason at all.

- Jim loves affection even if he isn’t overly affectionate himself. He loves when you touch him; no matter what you’re doing, and he’ll never complain; even if you’re harassing him more than you’re loving on him.

- Slow, soft kisses.

- He’s honestly not too big on cuddling but he does have this quirk(?) where he needs to feel that you’re there in bed beside him. Feeling your weight there always comforts him and he tends to wake up whenever you move; unless he’s in a deep deep sleep.

- He tends to use your given name first, pet name second. If he is using a pet name, he typically uses honey or gorgeous.

- Considering the fact that you; most likely, met on a trip, the two of you probably do long distance for a little while. You take turns making the long drive up to see each other and communicate over phone or by mail; he has a habit of sending you stupid little letters and postcards that you keep in a box under your bed.

- Little nighttime check ins. He likes to call you and; at least, say goodnight; especially if he wasn’t able to see you during the day.

- Him picking you up from class or work. Most of the time it’s just a fun little surprise but occasionally, he’ll make the trip because he feels as though there’s something wrong; regardless of what that may be.

- He was honestly quite the extrovert before everything happened so if you’d like to think that you met him prior to him meeting John Ryder than get used to sitting in the car while he has a full on conversation with some random dude at the gas station.

- I feel like prior to everything; and after he’s had time to heal, he’d be pretty into traveling and going on different road trips. He just seems like the type of person who enjoys taking trips and seeing new things; especially if they involve you.

- Timed photos out in the middle of nowhere.

- He loves getting you dumb little gifts likes gas station rings and tiny weeds that look like flowers.

- Making mixtapes or shopping for cassettes with each other because you don’t get a lot of radio signals in the middle of the desert.

- He honestly thinks you’re adorable when you sleep. He loves looking over and seeing you dozing off in the passengers seat of his car.

- Diner dates. He pays close attention to what he’s eating.

- Him giving you money for jukeboxes because I feel like the two of you would go to places where you’d see them.

- Him lighting cigarettes for you.

- Fast food. He’s very much so a ‘burger and milkshake’ kind of guy; though he does have a slight aversion to french fries….

- Sitting on your couch or in bed with popcorn while you watch television or a movie.

- Bowling dates. He gets adorably smug and gloats whenever he gets a particularly impressive strike.

- Making up plans as you go.

- Turning random errands into dates. You’ll go somewhere because you need something but you’ll also take the time to make it fun and enjoy yourselves; usually stopping to get some food afterwards.

- He takes notice of all your quirks and the different little things that make you special: your nervous habits, your freckles or birthmarks, the things you do depending on your mood, etc. He likes thinking about how he knows you more intimately than almost everyone else in your life; it’s like he has a special little secret that no one else gets to know about.

- If you name your stuffed animals or have a pet that sort of just sits in it’s cage, he will learn their names and jokingly greet them whenever you leave the room; mainly because he’s alone and they’re “staring” blankly at him.

- Saying nothing or talking for hours.

- Pointing out different inconsequential things to each other. You doubt the other persons actually interested in 90% of what you show them but it’s sweet to see them indulge you and it’s fun to indulge them when it’s their turn.

- Thinking together and bickering about random topics. He has a slight temper and a proclivity towards sass so you’ll be on the receiving end of a few “now what?”’s and “would you let me think?!”’s.

- Considering the fact that his first instinct at the police station was to call his older brother and that said brother didn��t even pick up the phone makes me think that he doesn’t have a very close relationship with his parents. So, with that being said, the two of you probably don’t talk to or about his family very often.

- I’m sorry but we can’t just ignore that Jim kind of developed crazy boy tendencies after the whole hitchhiker ordeal. He’s not a total psycho Yandere but he isn’t a completely innocent and perfectly well adjusted individual and that’s just something you’re going to have to get used to if you want to be with him.

- There are certain little things that “tick him off” and trigger his protectiveness: like he insists that you stay the night whenever you accidentally stay over at his place really late or he’ll be really suspicious whenever he sees you talking to some random guy that you don’t really know. They don’t happen often but they still act as little reminders of what he went through.

- He loves you but he doesn’t want to “take you down with him”; so to speak, so he makes it completely known that you’re free to leave him any time you want and that he won’t hold it against you. He would obviously prefer it if you didn’t but he understands if you don’t want to/aren’t ready to be involved with his “mess of a life”. He just wants to see you happy.

- Every now and again, he’ll say something like “what did I do to deserve you” and look at you like you hung the moon. He sometimes wonders why you’re with him; after all he’s done and been though, and in those moments, you just have to reassure him that you don’t think he’s a bad person and that you love him.

- You’ll probably be dealing with the occasional consequence from his previous actions: like parole officers, court dates, mandated therapy, etc. I doubt that he only got a slap on the wrist for literally killing someone and holding an officer at gun point so sorry but your boyfriends legally considered a criminal.

- People probably recognize him on the street and your parents probably don’t think too highly of him because of all the tabloids they read but who cares, right? He’s infamous but he’s also one of the sweetest guys you’ll ever meet so just ignore all the naysayers.

- Although he’s probably gotten a lot of his “issues” under wraps by the time the two of you get together, there’s no denying that you’ll occasionally experience some of the effects of his ptsd.

- He has certain little “quirks”; for lack of a better word, that have developed from his hitchhiker experience: like him needing you to take showers with him or be in a room where he can hear you, or constantly needing to know what room of the house you’re in. The two of you probably move in together; or you’re urged to do so by him very often, because he doesn’t like having that “barrier of ignorance” between you.

- Occasionally, he’ll wake up in wee hours of the morning and just find himself completely unable to go back to bed. You’ll know it’s been a shitty night for him when you wake up alone to the smell of freshly brewed coffee.

- Jim alternates between getting really jealous to not caring at all. Some of the time, he just can’t help but get jealous, but other times, he reasons that he’s given you enough “ways out” that you’re obviously in love with him enough not to get swayed by some random guys flirting.

- Jim would kill for you; plain and simple.

- He doesn’t really like confrontation but if it comes down to it, he’s perfectly capable of holding his own in an argument; not that the two of you argue all that often.

- He doesn’t like “going to bed angry” so if you’re gonna have a fight, you’re gonna solve it then and there. He understands when he’s done something wrong or if he’s hurt you so when he apologizes, he’s actually apologizing; not just trying to smooth things over.

- He tells you that he loves you pretty often. He’s been forced to confront how quickly life can end and he doesn’t ever want to regret not saying those three little words.

- He certainly won’t be the easiest person to date nor the most approved of boyfriend you’ve ever had but you love him anyway and he loves you even more.

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Modern Scenarios with Genshin Boys

Brainrot time - be glad, today was supposed to be angst but I had a change of heart.

"Hey, pick on someone your own size!" The first time you met Childe was when you were being bullied by some annoying bullies that had nothing to do but want to pick a fight. It was something you can handle really, and you were about to disperse the commotion when this big guy suddenly appeared as if you were his knight in shining armor. "It's the duty of the strong to protect the weak!" Did he just-?! THE AUDACITY!

Spurred on by your annoyance and your want to prove your strength, you joined the Karate club in your school where you heard he is part of. And in under a month you reached the second tier of the yellow belt. But you needed to become stronger, to reach that guy's black belt status so you can spar with him. He was too high to be directly involved with your training after all.

Finally when the fateful day comes, he looks at you with admiration at the other side of the mat, your determination and fast rank up had him enamored. But you had different plans. When the spar session started, you maneuvered around his kicks and finally did what you've always wanted to do— you wiped your dirty, uncovered foot against his face in a kick. Somehow he fell in love more.

You've been his lover for a while now, and restaurant dates are nothing uncommon in your relationship. And you know his habit of leaving behind his wallet even if he offered that tonight's date would be taken care of. After your lovely dinner session, lo and behold, he DID forget his wallet. But as the considerate lover, you took the liberty to bring your wallet with you even if he said you shouldn't-

Only to realize you brought the wrong wallet, only counting spare change for chicken nuggets. As compensation, you two spent the rest of the night forced to pay off your late bill by doing the restaurant dishes. It was not at all part of your itinerary, but as you start singing to alleviate the boredom and with Zhongli singing along, you had the most fun dancing around the kitchen with soapy arms and loose aprons.

You didn't even know that Zhongli could sing and dance that well! Plates were cleaned faster than any of you expected, and after the IOU contract that you're for sure fixing the next day, the two of your walk home hand in hand with the brightest smile you two had ever shared.

Oh, god, more frogs. Welcome to Biology class! You are partnered to be laboratory buddies with the ever enigmatic, science genius Albedo. He was so epic during Chemistry class, and you were praising the gods for finally bringing this ray of hope to raise up your grades effortlessly. You would think this class would flow by ever so nicely as you finish the plant studies, that is until zoology started and the professor starts talking about dissecting kits.

Your first project was to bring a frog to school to prep up for dissection. Okay, very wack, you thought as you turned to Albedo to ask how you two would even get a frog for the project. Until you saw a curious glint in his beautiful, teal eyes. Next thing you know he was over your house and as you two go around the fields in casual wear.

The fact that stores exist for buying frogs SPECIFICALLY for Biology and dissections was something Albedo held back from you, opting to wish to experience the class firsthand and beyond. It was in all honesty to get to know you better, even if most of the time you tripped on your ass over the mud of the fields trying to chase or run away from a frog. In the end he finally suggested to just buy one, to which you were furious, thankful and elated that you at least got to know the genius more.

Heavily inspired by Driver's License. You've just recently broken up with your boyfriend a day before you got your license to drive, something you were so proud of and excited to exercise together with your lover. But yet here you are crying your eyes out as you drove on the long and winding road of... somewhere. A deserted area with the next stop over or town miles and miles away, so when you happened upon a dejected voyager who clearly needs a lift, you offered him to be a hitchhiker. Xiao was thankful, really, but the ride was ever so awkward with the obvious puffy eyes and tear stains on your cheeks.

At one point, you remembered your ex once again and had to pull over before you end up killing the both of you through tear-stained vision. With sympathy, your hitchhiker offers to drive and a listening ear to your burdens, and it indeed lifted your spirits as he offers helpful advice on your pain. You part when you reached his home with a huge thank you for the lift, and you realized that you were just a town away from him.

The next time you saw him was an embarrassing moment you didn't expect to happen or come by so fast. Awkwardly standing by the roadside where your car was supposed to be, towed away because you didn't realize it was illegal to park there, an motorcyclist with a neon decorated bike suddenly pulled over in front of you. And when he takes off his helmet to offer you a ride, the smirk on Xiao's face doubles the embarrassment. You accepted the offer.

You are a secret agent tasked to assassinate a target you've been following and gathering data on for weeks now, the perfect opportunity happens to be a gathering of high class people, a party or ball even. You thought it would be a quick and easy operation until you realized a man named Kaeya seem to be hovering around your target too closely for your taste and ease. It seems the guy has a body guard in hand. Now your focus was on swaying this bluenette, who was thankfully very, very receptive and welcoming to your advances.

When you finally FINALLY managed to let him off your case and successfully separated him from your target, you hurried over to finish the assassination as you realized you've been lingering for far too long— only to see Kaeya about to stab your target before your interruption. It seems that instead of his body guard, Kaeya was actually a hitman hired to kill your target too, and had been dancing around together with you because he thought YOU were the body guard.

"Woah, this your target too?" "Hell yeah." "Yoooooo!" How ironic, you two laughed the coincidence out nonchalantly as your target bleeds to death besides you both. After escaping your almost jail time when the true body guards came to check on their boss, which made a very awesome action sequence as you exchanged bullets next to Kaeya, you learned that your agency had recruited a new fellow under its ranks. You didn't need a name and face to know who the sly bastard was.

You're not really the type of person to be into parties, not since high-school, and still no in college. Things were already a pain to deal with as the midterm examinations rolling in, but your roommate somehow managed to drag you into a popular college organization's midyear party before unceremoniously dipping to drink with the org members. As you cradle your alibi cup in a corner, staring into the raucous party, you realized someone else who's solo is accompanying you in silent brooding.

The two of you awkwardly introduce yourselves to each other before realizing that you've already met once or twice in campus grounds. "I don't really wanna be here." "Me neither." "Wanna dip?" Your relief didn't even need words to confirm your wants as you two slipped away from the mess, growing in intensity that you wouldn't even be suprised if the local authorities were to be called later on.

A little food date in the local 24/7 fast food restaurant nearby and exchange of numbers made your night a little bit better. So when you two found each other in another party you were dragged in again, your hand was held warm and tight within his as you two snickered, skipping out of the venue to have your own little party.

Hello there, welcome to the start of the fluffy days. Figured you're all sad and broken enough to finally enjoy some good ol' flutters.

@sk1nnyangelic @kookieyachi @bunniesrorange @anormalguyreader @scarletroseneko @albaedhoe @xiaophilia @heisenwurst @moaa @dandelion-dreams @witchsungie @lehra @zelos-simp @legionqueensav @snackgod @rxsalinee @cala-ran @wind-wheel @lilydewi22 @yellowflowre @traveler-lumine @nonniechan @creation-magician @hanniejji @gojos-baby @just-some-stars @volleybloop

#genshin impact x reader #exile.Flower #Albedo x Reader #xiao x reader #Zhongli x reader #Diluc x reader #Kaeya x reader #Childe x Reader #imagines #modern au #fluff #gender neutral #Be happy now fuckers #sojourner special

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Barrels, Bets and Balls

pairing: Zoro x Drunk!Reader

word count: 1.9k

summary: The Straw hats are presented with millenary rum from an Ancient Giant Tribe and, well, no one is giving you that anymore.

higlight: ¨And then you said ¨maybe I should wear your underwear.¨

warning: Don´t read and drive.

notes: HOLD MY BEER! Hi, guys! This was a lovely request from @roronoatrash for a drunk s/o! I have to say this is my first time writing a drunk character so I´m a bit nervous hahaha I really really hope you like it! Have fun and drink responsibly! <3 @vemuabhi

𝕷𝖊𝖆𝖛𝖊 𝖈𝖔𝖒𝖒𝖊𝖓𝖙𝖘, 𝖗𝖊𝖖𝖚𝖊𝖘𝖙𝖘, 𝖆𝖓𝖉 𝖑𝖔𝖛𝖊!

¨Agh!¨ you mumbled when you tried to lift your head from the pillow. It felt like the Thousand Sunny had run over you a thousand times.

¨Hm?¨

¨Regret ... mhbeh ... thing...¨ your mouth was so dry that talking became almost impossible.

¨What´s that?¨ Zoro asked, definitely amused by your deplorable state.

¨Hmmm... I don´t... regret... anything.¨

¨Of course you don´t. You don´t remember anything.¨ he shifted on the bed, making it look like a black hole was opening in the mattress. ¨Here, take this.¨ He handed you something.

¨I don´t need your pity... ma-marimo.¨

¨This is not pity, Y/N. This is a painkiller. Come on, you´re gonna feel better.¨

When he helped you to sit on the bed, you noticed something stuck to the window, preventing the sun from entering and blinding you. The greenette removed a few locks of hair that laid plastered across your face before helping you with the herculean task of taking the pill.

¨If the stupid cook is not dead he must have made coffee.¨ he stood up, grabbing your slippers and placing them in front of you.

In the meantime, your mind tried to gather whatever useful information you had to understand what had happened, but everything was a void blank.

¨You ok?¨ he asked, hand on the doorknob. ¨Do you want me to bring it to you?¨

¨No, it´s ok...¨ you pinched the bridge of your nose, making one last effort to remember at least a crumb of the previous hours. You were fast to give up, though. ¨What happened?¨

¨Uhhh, you got drunk and passed out.¨ he said like it was no big deal.

¨Hmm, ok...¨ you took a few seconds to digest his words ¨but when you say ´you´ you mean ´you me´ or ´you guys´?¨

A chuckle left his mouth ¨Come and you´ll see.¨

The sun shone high in the sky, forcing you to wince back into your room like the time you had your shadow stolen. You stumbled and lowered yourself to the floor, crawling away from the light.

¨You go!¨ you said dramatically, covering your eyes ¨Run away and leave me! Tell everyone... that I fought until the last moment!¨

Zoro scoffed at your poorly performed scene, walking closer to you and squatting, back turned to you. ¨Hop, soldier. We don´t leave nakamas behind, right?¨

Your cheeks reddened with his gesture, and you hid your hungover smitten smile on the crook of his neck. ¨Hold tight, Y//N.¨

Oh, I will. Ouch, my head!

As soon as you reached the main deck, your eyes widened, ignoring the bright sun, and your mouth fell in a perfect O.

¨Oh my freaking... what happened here?¨

If it weren't for the countless barrels, you would have easily thought that you had been chewed up by a sea king.

The Straw Hats were scattered across the deck, mixed with garbage, blankets, and rolls of toilet paper. Their unorthodox positions would definitely grant them a stiff neck.

Zoro carried you to the kitchen where you found Usopp and Chopper talking at the kitchen table.

¨... like I fasted in a desert for forty nights, and then I survived... a buster call. And like... all of the battleships were pointed at me. And I was catching fire before that.¨ you heard Usopp whine to the doctor, who wrapped some bandages on him.

¨Oi, who made coffee?¨ Zoro asked purposely loud.

¨SHHHH!¨ you and the sniper hissed at him.

¨Sanji did.¨ Chopper answered ¨Oh, Y/N, how are you feeling?¨

¨Like my heart is beating in my head.¨

¨At least there´s a heartbeat.¨ the swordsman replied, putting you close to a chair so you could take a seat. ¨Hm, Chopper, I saw the cook dead outside.¨

¨Yeah, he made coffee and then passed out again.¨ Chopper discreetly pointed at Usopp´s bandages.

¨He passed out and spilled hot coffee on me!¨ he roared, stopping midway to whine.

¨But you two look pretty good, though.¨ You referred to Chopper and Zoro.

Not Usopp, definitely not Usopp.

¨Night watch. I didn´t drink last night.¨ the doctor sighed, relieved.

¨And I can handle my alcohol.¨ the greenette bragged, placing a steaming cup of coffee in front of you.

¨What happened anyway?¨

¨Oh! You don´t remember too, Y/N? That millenary rum was really strong!¨ Chopper asked, fascinated by the effects of the beverage.

¨Millenary rum?¨

¨Yeah! It was a gift from an Ancient Giant Tribe!¨

¨Giant tribe?¨ you kept repeating every word he said, double-checking to see if you were not hearing things.

¨Y/N, what´s the last thing you remember?¨

¨Hmm, let me see...¨ you rested your elbows on the table, hands covering your eyes. Wow, even thinking hurts.

<~>

¨I swear to God, Tony! When Luffy falls into the water, you can not jump after him!¨ you yelled, panting from climbing back to the ship and soaking wet of salty water.

He pouted and whined. You only called him ¨Tony¨ when you were upset with him.

¨So-Sorry Y/N... AaaAgh...¨ his voice trembled, and you couldn´t help but soften a little.

¨Ugh, forget it.¨ you laid down on the grass and sighed, the reindeer on your belly ¨Are you alright, Chopper?¨

¨Y-Yeah...¨

Zoro emerged a few seconds later, carrying Luffy on his shoulder.

You had engaged in a fight against some bandits who were causing trouble on an island called Gran Brabados. From what you could understand, they were descendants of the Ancient Giant Tribe who emancipated from Elbaf after years of conflict.

¨I don´t wanna be rude, but¨ Usopp spoke to one of them ¨I thought giants were warriors. Like Broggy and Dory. Those guys fought for over 100 years!¨

¨Well, most of us are, but some are not. That's why we left Elbaf.¨ the giant said ¨We're not interested in war, we're interested in rum!¨

All of you stopped for a second, wondering if you heard the same thing.

¨Eh?¨ you spoke.

¨We don´t make war! We make rum!¨ he threw his huge hands in the air, chest puffing out of pride.

¨Oi, really? Give us some!¨ Zoro immediately threw Luffy on the floor and ran towards the giant. Next thing you knew, the giant burst into laughter.

¨Gabababa!¨ he hunched as he laughed ¨Sorry, but tiny people like you can't handle it! Gababababa!¨

You were not sure what offended you the most, he calling you all, who just saved their asses, weak or having to dodge the huge drops of saliva that came out of his mouth.

After insisting a lot, he ended up giving in, presenting the straw hats with barrels and barrels of millenary rum. Yeah, millenary. Rum distilled for one thousand years, or at least that is what he said.

The celebration didn´t take long to begin. Because Luffy had decided to set sail that same day, you would all be bathed with a pleasant sunset as you partied.

¨Wow!¨ you shouted after chugging the first tankard. ¨Oooohh, this is good booze!¨ you shook your head, already feeling the kick.

¨Girl, you should go easy on this. It´s super strong.¨ Franky said, making you scoff at him, possessed by some waspish Viking demon.

¨And here I thought you were hard-boiled.¨

¨What?¨

¨O-Oi, Y/N...¨ Usopp said, worried, sipping his drink.

¨Haven´t you learned anything with Tom-san?¨ you clicked your tongue ¨Meh, I guess I´ll be the one making things with a DON around here!¨ you chugged more of the rum.

The shipwright glared at you with a red beam coming out of his left eye. You remember questioning yourself for a second. Maybe you had said too much, but it was just for a brief second before you insulted someone else.

Back at the kitchen table, flashes of the events from the last night began to pop in your mind. Guilt and embarrassment gushed over you, making you twist and cringe.

¨And then you said ¨maybe I should wear your underwear.¨ Chopper shivered as he quoted your words.

¨Nooo...¨ you cried out.

¨It gets worse, Y/N.¨

¨What?! How?!¨

¨Because after that,¨ Zoro started to speak, and you saw him struggle to stop a smile from cracking. That was not a good sign. ¨you said "your balls are so small Robin could have grabbed them with one hand!¨

The men laughed and slapped the table as you looked for a place to bury your head or a knife to stab yourself in the heart.

¨WHY DIDN´T YOU STOP ME?¨ you yelled, pulling your boyfriend by the collar and shaking him.

He placed a hand on your forehead, a silly thing he did every time you got too nervous. ¨Oi, you´re a big girl. You know what you´re doing.¨

¨Noo, obviously I don´t!¨ He smiled.

He would not be the one to tell you, but he did have to stop Franky from Radical Beam-ing the hell out of you several times. For some reason, you were very keen on insulting the cyborg's masculinity.

Another thing he wouldn´t tell you was that he didn´t touch the rum in the last night. He decided to remain sober and look after you, making sure you would not kill someone or get yourself killed.

However, despite all the trouble you gave him, he recognized your strength. Straw hat after straw hat, you managed to defeat everyone in a stupid drinking contest.

The biggest achievement was to drag Luffy into the game since he dislikes the taste of alcohol. When he denied being part of it, you teased him by saying,¨I think you are just scared, Luffy. You know what, maybe I should be the Captain of this ship! Maybe, I will be the Pirate King!¨

That was about the sixth punch Zoro took for you. Or because of you.

The darker the night fell, the wilder you all got. And then insults began to come from every direction to every direction. You were arguing, then laughing, then crying and apologizing. If it wasn´t for Zoro, Chopper would have had a heart attack.

¨Nami, you thief! Give me back my queen, or I´ll be forced to shoot a Bidori Moshi at you!¨ Usopp yelled, holding a bunch of cards in his hands.

¨Oi, Usopp! How dare you speak with a lady like that?! I´ll kick you in the face!¨

¨Bring it on, Sanji! I eat eggplants like you for breakfast every day! AND IT´S GOD USOPP FOR YOU!¨

¨Zoro...¨ Chopper cried, falling close to where the swordsman was sitting. ¨W-What are we going to do?¨

¨Uh? Ah, sit back and relax. You know these guys, they are ju-¨

¨Y/N-san, may I see your panties?¨

¨Well, too bad for you I´m not weari-¨

¨OI! Y/N!¨ Zoro dashed over, throwing you on his shoulder.

That was about the first punch Brook took for you. Or, again, because of you.

And then, as the number of biological hazards began to decline, managing the situation became easier and easier. Chopper took care of the fallen drunken, and Zoro threw blankets over them.

In the end, it was you and Luffy. You were still arguing about the things you said earlier. Both of you were exhausted but didn´t want to give in. The argument only ended when you withdrew your words, saying that he would be the one to become King of the Pirates.

Luffy fell dead asleep immediately, and Zoro took the cue to approach you. ¨Hey, Y/N. Our time, let´s go?¨

You turned to him and nodded, red cheeks and tired eyes. He had to scoop you up and carry you back to your room since your legs were not part of the equation anymore, and you would let go and fall every time he tried to carry you on his back.

¨Heeey, you´re not drunk!¨ you whined, almost falling asleep. ¨Why aren´t you drunk?¨

¨Cause you drank everything.¨

¨Noo, I can find s´more.¨ you uncovered yourself, trying to get out of bed.

¨I bet you can.¨ he said, covering you again and pulling you closer.

The warmth of his body, altogether with his hand gently rubbing your back, made your system shut down.

¨You know... I can kick your ass... in a drinking contest...¨

¨Yeah,¨ he chuckled ¨I bet you can.¨

That was definitely not true, but for you, well, for you he could pretend it was.

#one piece #oneshot #worst generation #zoro #roronoa zoro #zoro roronoa x reader #zoro x reader #franky #usopp #chopper #luffy #nami #brook #thousand sunny #elbaf #rum #pirate king #opfanfic

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damn-stark · 3 years

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Stories behind scars

Cal Kestis x reader

Requested by anon “perfect! can i request a cal kestis x reader? maybe they go exploring on their own and they find an old jedi temple and they explore it and afterwards fluffy stuff with the reader asking about how scars? xx”

Warning- fluff, violence, talks of blood, slight angst.

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There was always something so peaceful about traveling the galaxy to find Jedi temples. Even if you weren’t a Jedi like Cal, and didn’t have much of an importance to seek them, there was always something great about finding them and exploring them.

Plus usually going to Jedi temples, you avoided not having to fight, or worry about who was out to get either Cal, or you. There was always something so peaceful about them. It made you wish you could have the force to feel what your boyfriend did, but alas you didn’t. You were only left to wonder and imagine what it felt like.

“So where are we?”

Cal lowers the ship into the desert moon, letting you both be greeted by a large walled city that is surrounded by nothing but dry, sandy terrain. While at the edge of the city stood a large triangular tower. At first you thought Cal was going to land in the city but he kept going and traveling about the desert, answering your question a moment later after passing the city.

“The cold moon called Jedha.”

You hum as a response, but then you’re left to wonder. “Didn’t we just pass the Jedi temple?”

Cal shakes his head and smiles slightly. “No, that was the temple of kyber, good eye though, you’re getting better at pointing them out. Or trying to point them out.”

You scoff and shrug. “Well it isn’t hard when they all look the same, ancient, tall and almost broken down.”

Cal chuckles and slightly turns his head to meet your gaze, instantly proving your comment wrong. “Except for this one, look.” He turns his head to look out at the transparisteel, pointing out to you a carving on the desert ground as he flies above it slowly.

You narrow your gaze on what he had pointed to and tried to find what temple he had “pointed to” exactly, but all you saw was a huge carving of cloaked Jedi with a carving of lightsaber in its clutch, and never-ending sand. “I don’t see a temple.”

Cal smirks, “you’ll see.”

He proceeds to land the ship by the carving, still not clarifying your confusion one bit and only making you worry that he was leading you to nothing.

But you trusted Cal, so you followed him to where he lead you through the desert without a question. Feeling surprised as you felt rather cold in a desert, in the middle of the day. Something Cal noticed.

“I told you to wear your jacket.”

“Well,” you remark, “it’s a desert, I didn’t think I’d need it.”

Cal just shakes his head, finally stopping where the tip of the carved out lightsaber stopped, studying the ground beneath his feet carefully. Only looking up to you moments later to wave you to him. “Come on I found a way in.”

You let your eyes study him for a moment, before looking down at the ground with nothing that could lead to a Jedi temple of any kind. Regardless, doing as he asked and walking to stand by his side.

Only being surprised when he uses the force to blow the sand around you away to reveal a carved out circle that he began to lower down slowly. Leading to an underground...temple.

“Told you,” Cal remarks with a knowing smile. “And you were worried that I was leading you to our deaths.”

You chuckle and shake your head to disapprove of his comment. “I never said that.”

“You didn’t have to. I know you.”

You scoff and jump off the platform once it’s safe, looking around you and noticing that it was a pretty small temple, formed out like the Jedi carved above ground. In terms of looks, it looked the same as many others you've been to, old, dusty, made out of stone, abandoned and with one of the circles that cal meditated on.

“I’m going to mediate, and find out what happened, okay? Watch my six?” Cal questioned.

“Of course,” you nod, instinctively pulling out your hand to receive his lightsaber for just in case.

“Be careful.” He reminds you.

“Always am.” You assure him with a wink, turning to leave him be and taking time to explore the temple and see if their was any trouble with BD-1 on your shoulder—“I wonder what stories this temple contains.” You muse as your eyes explore every inch of the temple.

BD-1 chirps and you can’t help but agree. “You’re right, probably old stories.” You smile at him and continue, not noticing the tunnels that were dug and hidden by the shadows. Instead gasping as at the center of the temple, you see something shining by the sun peaking through the small holes above.

You’re hesitant to move towards the shining object, but you’re also entranced and find yourself instinctively moving towards it, feeling your eyes widen in admiration as you notice that it’s a kyber crystal placed above a stone pedestal. You move your hand to grab it and as you do, something suddenly comes out of the hidden tunnel.

A long sepertent with its mouth wide open and moving swiftly towards you. You jump out of the way and notice that it chooses to ignore you, quickly slithering away towards the only other person here; Cal.

Without a second thought and a plan, you run after it, igniting the lightsaber in your hand and puncturing it through its tail, but not expecting its tail moving back and throwing you to the wall.

At the impact you’re left dazed for a few seconds, gasping for air and hearing BD-1’s nervous chirps. It takes you a moment to fully return to your surroundings and your worried state. Not thinking of your pain and jumping to your feet to continue with your improvised plan to help Cal. Finding once you return back to the room you had been at before, that the serpent threw itself towards Cal, biting down on his shoulder and dragging him away, pulling from his meditative state and bringing him back to the room.

You tighten your hold around the hilt and run towards the serpent, once again puncturing it’s skin and cutting it along its side as you run forward to reach Cal, stopping and seeing the serpent drop it’s hold on Cal and fall limp the ground.

“Cal!”

“I’m okay, I’m fine,” Cal assures you once you reach him and pull him to a sitting position. “It just got a good bite out of me, but I’m okay.”

At his words you see blood soaking through his clothes, causing you to pull the pack you owned off your back to open it and get out some patching supplies.

“Could you take off your jacket and shirt please,” you plead Cal.

Cal hesitates but does so, revealing the fresh wound and scars littered across his body.

To distract him from the stinging pain that you were going to cause by patching him up, you point to the scar on his side. “What happened there?”

Cals gaze flickers down to what your fingers trace and he shivers at your touch. “Oh, that I got from when I used to work as a rigger.”

“Hmm,” your eyes flicker to what you’re doing before blinking to briefly glance at the short, round, punctured looking one on his ribs. “What about that one?”

“Oh, that’s one from this sith,” he tells, “you know from the adventure I had with the crew.”

You chuckle and grin. “Oh the one neither of them can ever shut about?”

“Exactly,” Cal agrees, continuing to explain his explanation. “I got the scar when Darth Vader stabbed me.”

Your eyes fly to meet his and you quirk your brow, narrowing your gaze to study his eyes as if trying to read if he was lying. “Really? That’s hard to believe.”

He scoffs, “believe it or not, it’s true.”

“You kill him?” You snicker.

Cal shakes his head. “Almost.”

You laugh and add a patch over his shoulder, moving your hands to clean them on a wipe. “You need to be more careful.”

Cal smiles. “I always am.” He continues to take your hand, placing it on his face, so you could trace the scar on his face with your thumb. “And you know where I got that one.”

“Yep, during the Jedi purge.” You smile softly and press a small kiss on his lips, stroking his cheek before you pressed a kiss on the bridge of his nose where his scar was traced. Only parting away to show him your smile and your relief. “I’m glad you made it out okay from all that.”

Cal mirrors your smile and is quick to respond back in the same soft voice you spoke. “I’m glad you’re here. I don’t know what I’d do without you. It seems like you’re always saving me from something.”

You look away and shrug, trying to avoid feeling the heat rise on your face. “I try my best.” Finally remembering what you had obtained from the temple, you take it out of your pocket and show it to Cal. “Look what I found, a kyber crystal.”

Cal takes it from your hand and examines it for a brief moment before handing it back to you. “Keep it. It’ll be useful when you build your own lightsaber.”

You blink, surprised by his comment. “But I’m not a Jedi.”

Cal stands to his feet and puts his jacket on and folds his bloody shirt. Helping you to your feet and reassuring your doubt. “No necessarily. You don’t have to be a Jedi to have a lightsaber. Plus I’ve seen how you handle mine, you’re great.”

You shake your head, still shocked by what he said. “But—”

“I’ll help you, don’t worry.” Cal cuts you off, beginning to lead you out of the temple.

You grin. “Alright, just don’t complain if I become a better fighter than you.”

#star wars #star wars fanfiction #star wars imagines #star wars imagine #starwars #fanfiction #cal Kestis #cal kestis x reader #cal kestis imagines #cal kestis imagine #cal kestis x you #cal kestis fanfiction #bd-1 #fallen order

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chenziee · 3 years

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Thank you @kerowyn-fr for the cute prompt :D I hope you like it :)

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When Garp handed him the newspaper with a stupid grin on his face, former fleet admiral Sengoku already knew he wouldn't like what was written inside. Taking a deep breath, he slowly unfolded the papers and immediately, the huge, bold headline punched him in the face, making him nearly choke on his tea.

Somehow, he wasn’t even surprised that Morgans found out about Kaido’s defeat faster than the navy but goddamn it, this bunch of kids really did it. Sengoku honestly didn’t think he’s see the day of Kaido’s fall, much less for it to happen thanks to some stupidly young pirates—the words ‘Straw Hat - Heart - Kid Alliance’ seemed almost mocking at this point. Damn brats doing the government’s job for them again.

Although, he did have to admit he would love to see Sakazuki’s face when he found out about this.

Looking at the attached photo of the apparent post-victory celebration, Sengoku’s eyes zeroed in on Trafalgar Law’s blurred figure and despite himself, he smiled. The kid might be a pirate, a member of the worst generation no less, but Sengoku still couldn’t help but feel proud of him, proud of the child Rocinante died to save. When he had talked to him on Dressrosa, he was worried the pirate was going to burn out, or completely lose his way after getting his revenge, but his lively—if annoyed—expression while he ate his rice ball and shoved at an equally annoyed Eustass Kid’s face with his foot… It gave Sengoku the feeling that instead, he had found himself somewhere along the way.

With the ruins of Onigashima behind him, he really looked like he was about to own the seas and Sengoku hoped Roci was watching and was happy about the man his adopted son had grown into, about the great things he had managed to accomplish.

Just then, Garp moved to stand right behind Sengoku, reaching over his shoulder to poke at the photo. “Can you believe these three? They can’t even celebrate beating two of the emperors at once without fighting. I bet you Luffy started this,” he said, before bursting out in loud laughter.

Sengoku had to laugh as well. It really was ridiculous; they were like three little peacocks showing off their tails to see whose is the prettiest.

Wait, three?

He frowned, looking at the photo again. Now that he thought about it, Law really wasn’t the type to shove at someone with his bare foot, judging from how reserved he always acted during warlord meetings—all two of them that he actually bothered to show up for anyway. But he could only see Law and Eustass so where was the little Monkey?

Now that he looked closer, he could see that the foot in Eustass face was twisted at an unnatural angle that could only mean the ankle was either fractured several times over, or it was made of rubber. Following the limb with his eyes, he finally noticed another body splayed on the ground in between Eustass and Law, and soon he also found the arms that held up a plate stacked full of rice balls. It looked like the little Monkey was trying to keep the plate as far away from Eustass as he could and Sengoku was sure those rice balls were the whole reason of this scuffle. Then, he finally reached his head resting against Law’s thigh, clear threat in his eyes as he bared his teeth, looking like he was ready to bite Eustass’ metal arm off.

Sengoku shook his head in disbelief. It was no wonder he didn’t notice him at first; for one, his black hair was blending almost perfectly with Law’s dark coat, and two, who would look for the little Monkey in someone else’s lap? Certainly not Sengoku, and certainly not in Law’s lap.

Suddenly, the reality of what he was seeing downed on him.

Someone had a few questions to answer.

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As the Polar Tang pulled up to the Thousand Sunny one sunny afternoon, Law was surprised to see another small ship already there, swaying gently in the waves next to the Straw Hats’ ship. He didn’t recognise the vessel so at first he assumed maybe Straw Hat’s brother came to visit but then he noticed the navy flag and froze.

Listening carefully, he couldn’t hear any fighting; it was completely quiet, almost eerily so. But Law couldn’t see any damage anywhere, and the navy ship seemed too small to be a threat in the first place. The more he thought about it, the stranger it all seemed. He gripped Kikoku tighter, gesturing to his crew to wait at the Tang for now before he called forth a room and teleported himself onto the Sunny.

His anxiety wasn’t eased when he opened his eyes to see absolutely no one on the ship. Looking around the deserted deck, he tried to at least find some signs to tell him what in the world had happened but there was nothing except something that looked like a half-eaten newspaper page.

He was almost starting to panic when he noticed some movement in the direction of the kitchen and when he looked, he found all the missing Straw Hats in a huddle by the door, the movement he saw apparently being Tony climbing over everyone else to get as close to the door as he could.

Law sighed, rubbing at his forehead. He swore he would murder all these people one day—if they didn’t manage to stress him out enough to kill him first.

“What the hell is going on here?” he asked when he made it up the stairs to stand behind the Straw Hats, making everyone turn around to stare at him.

“Torao, hi!” Tony whisper-shouted from where he was hanging onto Nami’s shoulder, the only one who bothered with a greeting.

A long and heavy silence filled only with the crews judgmental, accusing stares followed. Honestly, this crew was so damn lucky their doctor was so cute or he would have beheaded all of them and stuck them to the mast.

“Well?” he prompted, raising an impatient eyebrow.

Several glances were exchanged until finally, Roronoa looked at him. “We were hoping you would explain why Luffy is getting a lecture.”

Law only gave him a blank look, trying to let his silence speak for itself but before the intended effect could arrive, Usopp interrupted, “Yeah, you could have warned us. Why didn’t you tell us who your grandfather was?”

What?

“For real. I almost had a heart attack when he got on board,” Nami added with a glare at Law as if it was somehow his fault.

“Right? Between Sanji, Luffy, and Torao, I can’t tell whose family is crazier.” Usopp shook his head before continuing in a disappointed tone, “And the fact neither of them bothered to tell us is ridiculous.”

Black Leg clicked his tongue then, lightly kicking Usopp in his shin. “Don’t lump me in with them, my only family is in East Blue.”

What?

“What the fuck are you people on about? My whole family is long dead,” Law snapped, his fingers flexing threateningly as his grip on Kikoku tightened again.

A beat of silence passed. Then Robot slowly raised his hand and pointed at the kitchen with his thumb. “Explain why this guy came here demanding he talks to his ‘grandson’s super boyfriend’, then.”

“And why he then grabbed Luffy and dragged him inside to talk about you. They’ve been in there for about half an hour now. I only hope Luffy isn’t getting squeezed to death,” Nico Robin added oh-so-helpfully.

Law’s head was spinning. First a nonexistent grandfather, now he was suddenly Straw Hat’s boyfriend? Ridiculous. He might have liked being around him, maybe his heart even fluttered when Straw Hat smiled at him in that blinding way of his, and perhaps he's been letting Straw Hat touch him more than strictly necessary, possibly even holding his hand once or twice but they weren't dating. Hell, Law hadn't even confessed yet.

He shook his head to make himself focus on the matter at hand. This 'grandfather' was a more pressing matter than his unaddressed feelings. "I'm going in," he sighed, then paused, looking around the eavesdropping huddle of people. "And get the hell out of here or I'll toss you in the sea."

"Sure you will," Nami muttered with a roll of her eyes, a smirk on her lips.

Law shot her and all the other grinning idiots a glare, which finally made them all shuffle away. Law was sure they’d be back the second he closed the door behind himself, though. With a sigh, Law gripped the handle and pushed the door open.

As soon as he entered the kitchen, two people and a goat turned to look at him and Law did a double take. Straw Hat was one thing. A random, actual, live animal on board was weird, but he’d seen much weirder on this ship. The old man who was sitting opposite of Straw Hat, however, that was a completely different issue.

“What the fuck?” Law muttered, unable to say anything more coherent.

“Hello, Law,” fleet admiral Sengoku said with a nod.

“Torao!” Straw Hat greeted as well, grinning and waving at him before he pulled out the chair next to him. “Come sit, your gramps has really good rice cakes!”

Law slowly turned to stare at Straw Hat instead and, a short moment later, moved forward as if on autopilot, too stunned to do anything but comply. Only when sat down and Sengoku tilted his rice cake packet towards him did Law manage to break out of his trance. “You're not my grandfather," he blurted out, eyeing the rice cakes suspiciously.

Sengoku hummed. "Technically not but you are still Rocinante's boy so I feel responsible for you."

Law blinked; it was true Cora-san was like a father to him and Sengoku did say Cora-san was like a son to him but that seemed a little shaky a connection to warrant the old man going around claiming he was his grandfather.

"We've been chatting about you," Straw Hat said, stretching his hand out to grab a handful of the rice cakes Sengoku was still holding out, then offering a few to Law.

At that, Law finally conceded and accepted the snack. He had to admit they were pretty tasty. "What about me have you talked about?" he asked, doubtful, yet almost afraid of the answer.

Straw Hat pursed his lips and frowned, quite obviously trying to remember the actual contents of the conversation. "Just how cool your powers are and that I shouldn't break your heart or something. It's not like I'm going to do that though, why would anyone do that?"

"Break my—" Law sputtered, his eyes going wide as he stared at the pirate who seemed like he didn't understand the implications of such a statement.

"I was just making sure your boyfriend was aware of the worth certain people place on you and your devil fruit and the danger that puts you in. Also that I will feed his precious hat to Baarbara if he makes Roci cry,” Sengoku explained, pulling out a rice cake of his own.

Ignoring the use of Cora-san’s name over his own, Law took a slow, deep breath before responding curtly, “I can take care of myself—”

“That’s what I said,” Straw Hat next to him announced proudly.

Law paid him no mind, simply continuing— “and he’s not my boyfriend.” He frowned, then added one last question, “Also who the hell is Barbara?”

“Baarbara is my goat,” Sengoku said fondly as he glanced at his pet, who was by his side happily chewing on something that looked suspiciously like one of Nami’s maps—Law really hoped he was wrong about that one. “But are you sure about that?” the former fleet admiral asked with a raised eyebrow, his eyes dropping down’t Law’s body to pointedly stare somewhere just above the tabletop.

Only when he followed his gaze did Law realize the position he was in. Somewhere along the way, Straw Hat had turned to the side in his chair, putting his legs over Law’s lap and, for some reason, Law had apparently put his own hand on his knee without even noticing. It was… yeah, it felt pretty damn intimate and Law felt heat raising to his face.

Slowly, he looked up at Sengoku, who looked like he was trying very hard not to burst out laughing. Then, his gaze slid to the side to glance at Straw Hat.

The other pirate was grinning back at him, looking entirely too amused by Law’s mortification, and Law scowled. “You’re not my boyfriend,” he said quietly, sounding uncertain even to his own eyes.

“I kind of am,” Straw Hat said, his grin widening even more. “Torao, you can be so stupid sometimes.” As soon as he was finished speaking, he started laughing in that cute, contagious, absolutely maddening way of his and Law…

Law has never felt so dumb and mortified in his life.

Yet, he still couldn’t find it in himself to push Straw Hat away when he leaned forward to give Law a messy, loud kiss on the cheek. Somehow, this had turned out to be simultaneously the absolute worst and best day of Law’s life.

He was still not showing his face around the Sunny again for a while though.

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dramatic-squirrel · 3 years

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Damianette December Day 4- Flowers

Mishaps and surprise circumstances might keep the two of them apart for a while, but they’ll always find each other in the end. That’s it, the entire synopsis for the story. I saved you the time of actually reading it right there.

@daminette-december2019-2020

Marinette could barely contain her excitement. Finally she was joining to see Damian again. Sometimes, their relationship was too difficult. He had his duties as Robin in Gotham and she had her duties in Paris as Ladybug. But, it was moments like these that made it worth it. She wasn’t sure that absence made the heart grow fonder but she was sure that any chance to spend time with her boyfriend was worth the wait.

Except there was still something stopping them from meeting. The news reached her while she was making her way to the exit. A t.v. screen with a news channel was playing.

“Breaking new. Poison Ivy and Harley are robbing the Gotham United Bank. They appear to have let the women and children go but are keeping all other individuals as hostages.” It wasn’t too long after when Damian called her.

“I’m so sorry Angel, I need to help with the situation. We’re already short on back up since Cass is in China, Gordon is with Grayson on their vacation and Duke is handling another case with Fox. Where all too busy dealing with this sudden new problem that I don’t think anyone can pick you up from the airport.” She understood, it was a matter of circumstances. So, she wasn’t disappointed, just a bit sad she wouldn’t see him yet. Then a thought occurred to her.

“Do you need any help? I heard Ladybug’s in town.” It would be like killing two birds with one stone, until he brought up a very good point that she had forgotten.

“I would love to have you help us, but we both agreed that Ladybug shouldn’t appear anywhere but in Paris for the time being. Since, if your not in Paris, Hawkmoth might attack while Chat Noir is by himself. I know you said it’s not a problem because you have the horse miraculous but, if you can’t get away while we’re fighting Poison Ivy and Harley then Chat will be all on his own.”

“Yeah…” she couldn’t hold in her sigh of exasperation. “You’re right, I just wish you weren’t.”

“I’ll meet you later at your hotel for dinner. We should be done by then. Alright Angel.”

“Alright, I’ll just grab a taxi. Remember to stay safe Dami.”

“You too Angel.” They hung up and she left to airport into the unusually bright Gotham day. Thankfully she managed to track down a cab in under ten minutes, her ladybug luck always helping her in convenient ways.

While the taxi took her to her hotel, she decided to look up the news on her phone. She knew he’d be alright, he was amazing at what he did still, she worried. 30 minutes later the taxi pulled up by a curb and stopped. “We’re here miss.”

And it was partly her fault, she should have looked more closely to where she was before she paid and got out of the cab but, Marinette had no idea where she had been dropped off. All she knew was that it wasn’t her hotel. Before she could turn around to get back into the taxi, the driver already drove off breaking the speed limit several times over.

It seemed like it was going to be one of those days. One mishap after another. She took out her phone so she could check to see where she was and how to get to her hotel. Marinette managed to get the general direction she needed to walk in before the next mishap happened and her battery died. A long plane ride and obsessively checking your phone was bound to make the battery run out.

Thankfully she knew where to go at least, and she should have plenty of time before she actually met Damian. “Well, Tikki, it looks like we’re going on an unplanned adventure.”

“That’s right Marinette!” the kwami’s positive attitude was always infectious. “There’s always a bright side to things. Maybe you’ll find treasure on your way.” It was hopeful, practically naïve thinking, but sometimes you just needed that kind of thinking in life.

Her energy restored, she set off. For the next twenty minutes things went fairly well. She had travelled light since she was only staying in Gotham for about a week and a half, so there was no heavy suitcase to haul around. The driver had at least dropped her off on the safer side of town, so she didn’t encounter any muggers. And the weather held so there wasn’t any sudden rain storms.

As she passed by a food stand she decided to grab a bit to eat for her an Tikki. Just a simple bagel and nothing up to par to what her papa could make but delicious none the less. It wasn’t until she made it all the way to a desert park that she realized she was lost again. She couldn’t remember the route that she had seen on her phone but she knows she would have remembered a park showing up because it would have been a nice place to take a rest stop for her and Tikki.

In the end, the conclusion was that she was lost, in Gotham, without a phone. If she had the precise coordinates to teleport to she would use Kaalki but only Max would remember obscure details like the geographical coordinates of his hotel.

“I guess my luck is starting to run out finally Tikki.”

“It’s not that bad Marinette. Let’s take a rest first and then ask someone for directions. I’m sure they’ll be willing to help.”

“Maybe, but let’s be a bit picky about who we chose so we have to end up fighting some random kidnapper.” Marinette made her way to a park bench and placed her carry on next to her. “There doesn’t seem to be anyone here Tikki, why don’t you come out of the purse for a but.”

It wasn’t hard to see why the park was empty. Most of the foliage was dead still, winter was still on it’s way out especially in a town like Gotham where it was naturally cooler than other cities. As Tikki enjoyed exploring whatever she could find in the desolate park, Marinette let her mind wander from thought to thought. Physically she was fine but mentally she was exhausted.

So she thought about a lot of things. The newest pastry her parents had made for the bakery, what Alya was probably doing right now, how she was going to solve the tricky part of the next design for Jagged’s outfit that he commissioned.

She became too invested in her thought that she didn’t notice the person coming up from behind her until it was already to late.

“Marinette?”

“Gah!” she fell forwards and subsequently off the bench. Her surprise last only a moment as she soon recognized the voice. “Damian? What’re you doing here? I thought you’d still be dealing with Poison Ivy and Harley?”

He had a sheepish expression on his face. “Turns out they were robbing the bank because the owner was counterfeit money. These situations usually end pretty quickly since they hand themselves in or escape as soon as my father finds the evidence they left out for him. Unfortunately we don’t always know when they’ll do their own brand of vigilant work and when they’re just committing a crime. How did you end up all the way here though? You’re hotel is about 40 minutes from here.”

It was her turn to appear embarrassed. “I must have gone the wrong way at some point while walking to my hotel. You see, my phone died and the taxi dropped me off at the wrong spot and so, I was resting for a few minutes before setting off again. It’s crazy that you managed to find me here of all places those.”

“Crazy or luck? If you aren’t too tired, would you care to join me for a walk through the park?” She was about to suggest they go somewhere with a better view if they were going to go walking when she noticed that they park had changed around her at some point.

Before where it was mostly barren, it had magically grown around her. She could see tulips and daffodils, snowdrops and lily of the valleys, primroses and peonies all throughout the park. “What the- how did the park end up like this all of a sudden?”

“I may have managed to convince Harley to convince Ivy to help me out. It was actually lucky that we managed to find you on the way to your hotel. Apparently this park is between where the robbery took place and where yout hotel is, so when I set off to find you with Harley and Ivy helping me under a “favor for Robin” we didn’t expect to see you so soon. This is just an apology for having to stand you up at the airport.”

She almost started crying. “You don’t need to apologize for that I understood the situation.”

“Then think of it as a thank you for coming all the way here to see me?”

She pulled him forward and before he knew it she kissed him. It was quick and almost too short but sweet nonetheless. “Deal, as long as next time you come to Paris I get to give you something as amazing as this.”

#damianette december 2020 #damianette #maribat

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velvetthunder1999 · 4 years

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All the time on Earth

Part 24 - Pillowtalk

Summary: In times of darkness, fear and worry, you can’t help but dread the future, and be scared for the ones you love. On a sleepy morning, you share your anxious thoughts with George.

Warning: None

Word count: 1.9K

George Weasley x Reader

Masterlist

It had been raining outside — four days in a row, and the windows of your room were covered in vapour to a level that it was impossible to look out at the street, watching the heavy rain fall. You could hear it, though; it was tapping loudly on the windowsill, waking you up from your light dream.

You loved the smell of rain for numerous reasons. Firstly, it had a fresh scent, it always made you feel alive when you were outdoors but cozy and nice when indoors. Secondly, it reminded you of places you had never been at. Thirdly, it reminded you of George. Rain, with fireworks and a forest-like cologne. Those were the things you could die for.

You had been living with George and Fred for a whole month now, helping out with the store during the day, hanging out at night, and you couldn’t deny that it was one of the happiest times of your life. It was like Hogwarts, except the enormous amount of homework and the curfew.

When you first had seen the store, you were blown away. George had been watching you closely, a wide grin on his face, telling you every single detail about every floor in the building. When you had stopped next to a big bowl of pink potions in pretty glasses, you had raised an eyebrow.

“Is this what I think it is?” you had said.

“Well, love,” George had said, grinning and taking a bottle, smelling it. “Tell me, what does it smell like?”

You had shaken your head with a scolding smile on your lips.

“You know very well what does it smell like.”

Then you had wrapped your arms around George’s neck.

“I am so proud of you,” you had said in complete honesty. “Really, George. This is everything. You are amazing. I am so proud.”

And you really had been. Oh, yes… You had been really happy with the twins.

But thoughts had been floating around your mind and you had been too afraid to grasp them.

The rain was falling more heavily as you snuggled deeper into your pillow. The nice clean sheets made you want to continue the dream you just had, though you didn’t really remember it at this point.

Yes, it had been raining for four days now. Yes, you loved the smell of the rain. But this rain… It was different. It started to weigh on you. Everything seemed to be darker these days… The shops, the people, even the air. You knew what it was. You knew but you were too afraid to think about it. You just wished to sleep.

A hand was caressing your cheek, gently running a thumb on your skin. You let out a sleepy sigh, clinging to your fading dream, but deep down you knew you had to wake up. It was time.

“Morning, sweetheart,” said George just as he had said every morning in the last month. You heard pillows and covers rustling, then felt a gentle kiss on your forehead. “Don’t go back to sleep, love.”

You opened your eyes lazily; had it been another voice asking you to wake up, you wouldn’t have done it. You needed a second to focus, then your glance met with a beautiful pair of brown eyes. Your favorite sight to wake up to.

“Five minutes?” you said in a sleepy voice. George smiled.

“Three.”

You nodded and moved closer, burying your face in his chest. You took a deep breath; taking him in was like giving your heart a signal that it can start the daily work; that everything’s okay, he’s here and you can keep going.

George was gently stroking your back, then pressed a small peck on your lips. You smiled into the kiss; you both were in desperate need of a toothbrush, it still seemed a secondary thought behind all the things you wanted to do.

“Twenty minutes?” you asked hopefully and George chuckled.

“Needy, are we?”

“You know we are,” you kissed his neck softly, making him take a small, sudden breath of air. His hands wandered into your hair, playing with your locks.

“Maybe tonight?” he said, whispering into your ears. “When Fred’s leaving to meet that girl?”

“Sure,” you smirked against his skin. “Sounds good to me.”

You stared out the window into the rain. The small smile slowly faded from your lips and you felt the pain coming back into your chest.

“What are you thinking about?” George asked softly. You shook your head.

“Nothing.”

“Mm,” he said, still stroking your hair. “And how interesting this ‘nothing’ could be that you don’t even want to tell me about it?”

“It’s… not important.”

“Oh, it’s ‘not important’ now? I’ve always wanted a few ‘not important nothings’ to myself,” he joked but when you didn’t smile he looked at you with concern.

“Y/N, I know something’s troubling you. You’ve been so quiet for days now. Tell me so I can help.”

“It’s…” you started hazily. “It’s the rain.”

“The rain?” he asked, startled. “I thought you liked the rain.”

“I do. It’s… not normal rain, you see.”

“What do you mean?”

You sighed and moved a bit further to be able to look into his eyes.

“I’ve just… been wondering. About how nice everything is. Us… the store… everything. Life in general.”

“It is nice, isn’t it?” he said with the fondest smile.

“Yes, but… on the contrary… People’ve been disappearing… dying. Ollivander’s missing. A lot of people have been murdered. Muggles as well. My parents. And this rain… Dementors are everywhere and I can’t help but wonder how long is it, till something terrible happens to us?”

You said the last part very quickly, almost as though you were afraid the words will fail you if you let them linger in your mind too long.

“Witty —”

“I’m scared!” you blurted out. “For you, for Fred, for me, for everyone in your family. Things are getting out of hand, Death Eaters are everywhere… I’m… I’m so scared, George!”

You rubbed your face with your palm, trying to hold it together. You barely could.

“Witty, I’m scared, too, do not think I’m not,” he said, and for the first time in the past month he did seem scared. “Of course, I am, how couldn’t I be? But nothing happened so far… We’re careful, and we take care of each ot —”

“Ollivander was taken one block away from here. Don’t tell me that nothing has happened because —”

“I am not saying that we are totally safe, but the Order is with us —.”

“That Vance woman was in the Order, too. But I read the Daily Prophet, she was murdered, and I —”

“Y/N, try to — Hey!”

You sat up and hid your face in your palms. You felt extremely anxious, and the sound of this stupid disgusting rain did not help.

“I don’t know what to do, George. I’m living through every day waiting that someone comes into the store and starts to… Or that I just look outside the window and see dementors or Death Eaters gathering… And in a short time I go back to school and we’ll barely see each other and I’m frightened that something will happen while I’m not here and… and… and I don’t wanna lose you, I think… I think that would seriously kill me.”

You felt George’s soft touch on your shoulder. You shivered, face still buried in your palms. His hand moved to your waist, hugging you from behind. He rested his chin on your shoulder, whispering into you ear.

“Witty… You are the strongest, smartest, most capable person I know. If you happened to loose me —”

“Shut up!” you shook your head, tears filling up your eyes. “Shut it…”

“— then you would be just fine.”

“No… Don’t say that —”

“But I know that you’re not going to loose me. Because I am just as great as any other wizard out there,” he kissed your temple. You chuckled nervously. “Fred and I are doing everything that’s required. We have alarm charms all around the street. We can apparate if something goes wrong. We are prepared… With the DA last year, we know how to stay alert. And you know, too, love. You’re just too anxious to see it.”

“I k-know.”

“Yes,” he whispered, holding you close. “‘Course, you do. And I am telling you that we’re all right. If we do everything how we’re supposed to, than everything will stay all right.”

You nodded; not entirely convinced but feeling a bit better. You raised your head a bit, facing those kind brown eyes that gave you so much to worry for. Your lip trembled before you leaned closer and pressed a soft kiss on George’s cheek. You ran your thumb on the side of his face, feeling stubble under your touch.

“You need to shave,” you said with a voice that made it sound like you had the flu.

“I was thinking about growing a beard, actually,” he said, smoothing his cheek. “First one in the family. What d’you think?”

“I think I don’t like it.”

“Really? It’d be quite nice, if you ask me.”

“Well, I think it’d be a horrific experience for me,” you said, rolling your eyes with a smile.

“We’ll see,” said George with a cheeky smile and a kiss. “Once you see it, you won’t be able to handle how handsome your boyfriend is.”

You smiled weakly and got out of bed. Somehow you felt drawn to the window. You walked over slowly, staring down at Diagon Alley from above. The street was nothing like how it used to be; the chattering and wandering people were gone, instead the street was empty and the shops were deserted. Once or twice a small group of people hurried into the buildings or towards the Leaky Cauldron, all looking nervous and scared. In the distance you saw the corner of Ollivander’s empty shop.

The floor creaked behind you and two arms hugged your stomach from behind. A warm chest was leaning against your back, and soft lips were brushing against your temple as George whispered.

“It’ll drive you crazy if you dwell on it too much.”

“Perhaps it already has.”

“Mm,” he murmured, hugging you closer. “I know it’s horrible. But we cannot live our lives in fear.”

“I can’t eat,” you whispered back. “I have funny dreams.”

“I know, love. You wake me up sometimes.”

“I’m sorry.”

“How about we let mum have us for lunch next week?” he said suddenly. You smiled weakly.

“She’d be delighted. After asking you two for weeks.”

“Yeah. And it’d be nice to get away, just for a couple of hours. Would you like to?”

You absent-mindedly intertwined your fingers with his and nodded.

“I think it’d be nice to visit.”

“All right. I’ll let Fred know, then.”

He pressed a soft kiss on your cheek, then pulled you around so that you were facing him. He took both your cheeks into his hands, examining your face in deep concentration.

“We’re gonna be okay.”

You didn’t answer. He leaned closer, his face serious.

“Say it after me. We’re gonna be okay.”

“We’re… gonna be okay.”

It sounded weak and nervous. George leaned even closer, your noses almost touching.

“Again.”

“We’re gonna be okay,” you said more bravely and George nodded.

“Exactly,” he said, kissing you reassuringly on the lips. “We’re gonna be okay.”

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woogyu · 3 years

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Funny Drabble Game

Drabble Prompts; fluff | angst | funny (when requesting PLEASE add which prompt list it is from)

Can have up to 3 prompts per request + can send multiple requests.

They will all be written for fem reader. I’m very sorry about this, it is just because of what I know/have experience in writing.

Please format requests as follows; funny member prompt # or #s.

ex. funny member #12 + #15

ex. funny florist!member x student!reader #14

Send your requests/asks: here

~ prompts under the cut ~

crossed out = don’t request, usually for when I’ve gotten tired of a specific prompt coming up too often or I don’t like it

Drabble Prompts [credit; https://justforshitsandcackles.tumblr.com ]

“You’re such a fun drunk.”

“Since my dog likes you then i guess i like you.”

“Tell them to fuck off.”

“It’s six o’clock in the morning, you’re not having vodka.”

“I want to strangle you 99% of the time.”

“Could you not suck for five minutes?”

“The ladies love a guy who’s good with kids.”

“You can’t banish me! This is my bed/bedroom too!”

“You’re seriously like a man-child.”

“Well thats tragic.”

“I’m too sober for this.”

“You are actually insane!”

“I think you’re actually satan.”

“It’s like -50 degrees in here.”

“Laugh at my jokes! They’re funny and you know it!”

“Sorry isn’t going to help when i kick your ass!”

“Don’t let one of them electrocute themselves or something.”

“Welcome back. Now fucking help me.”

“Do you find this amusing, fuck face?”

“Holy shit! That thing is huge!”

“Don’t kink shame me.”

“I hope i’m never stuck with you on a deserted island.”

“I just cleaned that!”

“Don’t get sassy with me!”

“What do you have behind your back?”

“If you interrupt me one more time, so help me god.”

“Not to toot my own horn or anything, but the dog loves me more.”

“I’m going to put on some clothes before you say anything else.”

“Bite me.” “If you insist.”

“Im not going to stop poking you until you give me some attention.”

“I need you to be my fake girlfriend/boyfriend.”

“Can you stop playing connect the dots with my freckles?”

“You snuck into my room, at 4am..to cuddle?”

“If we get caught i’m blaming you.”

“What? No! I wasn’t staring..i-i was looking at something behind you!”

“I locked the keys in the car.”

“This is why we can’t have nice things.”

“Wait a minute. Are you jealous?”

“Define normal.”

“Do i get bonus points if i act like i care?”

“Just remember if we get caught, you’re deaf and i don’t speak english.”

“Don’t look for any redeeming qualities. I don’t have any.”

“And you wonder why you’re single.”

“Remind me to kill you. Please.”

“I’m listening to you. I’m just not paying attention.”

“She’s crazy. and just when you think you’ve reached the bottom of her craziness, theres a crazy underground garage.”

“Sorry. I don’t speak skank.”

“My middle finger salutes you.”

“I don’t think i could ever stab someone. I mean, lets be honest, i can barely get the straw in the capri sun.”

“I don’t have enough middle fingers to let you know how i feel.”

“Somebodys cranky.” “Somebody needs to shut up.”

“All due respect but thats a bunch of crap.”

“I am one of the few people in the world who can murder you and leave no forensic evidence behind.”

“Excuse me. I have to go make a scene.”

“What did i tell you about calling him/her the devil?” “That it’s offensive to the devil?”

“I heard that!” “You were supposed to!”

“I’m not weird. I’m limited edition.”

“If history repeats itself, i am so getting a dinosaur.”

“You seem somewhat familiar. have i threatened you before?”

“Even when we were kids, i always kicked your ass!”

“Sarcasm is the body’s natural reaction to stupidity.”

“Don’t look in her eyes, she might steal your soul.”

“She’s hot, but she’s evil.”

“Do i regret it? Yes. Would i do it again? Probably.”

“You’re going to burn in a very special level in hell. A level they reserve for child molesters, animal abusers, and people who talk at the theater.”

“I’m not a damsel in distress. i’m a damsel doing damage.”

“Sometimes i question my sanity. Occasionally it replies.”

“Why should we date?” “Because we’re attracted to each other.” “I am attracted to pie, but i do not feel the need to date pie.”

“Why does everyone assume the worst of me.” “It saves time.”

“You’ve successfully cured him/her of anything interesting about his/her personality.”

“Neither one of us is drunk enough for this conversation.”

“Wow somebody needs a happy meal.”

“I didn’t do it!” “Then why are you laughing?” “Because whoever did it is a freaking genius.”

“Idiots. I’m surrounded by idiots.”

“You couldn’t handle me even if i came with instructions.”

“Obviously you have mistaken me for somebody who gives a shit.”

“I’m so glad you could come.” “Cut the crap. give me a drink.”

“Where have you been all my life?” “Hiding from you.”

“I can tell that you think what you’re saying is funny, but…no.”

“If you pull out my earphones, i will pull out your lungs.”

“Ah, he’s playing hard-to-get. thats cute.”

“I feel like a freakin’ soccer mom.”

“My ex? Yeah id still hit that. Except this time it would be with a car or a baseball bat.”

“Such big evil in such a little thing.”

“For the love of fuck.” “Yep, thats me. i love to fuck.”

“Are you ready to go?” “Yeah. let me grab my machete.” “We’re going to sephora. no machetes needed.”

Clears throat seriously, “Yas bitch.”

“No road trip is complete without the snacks. So go in there and buy everything you can fit in a tiny cart.”

“I’m all for making you miserable by being insufferable, but unfortunately i have things to do today.”

“Come on, you can help me make conspiracy theories. If you make an especially good one, ill pay for dinner.”

“You know what? Why not? I haven’t ruined my life yet this week. Lets go.”

“Do these dark circles under my eyes say nothing to you about how i am doing?”

“If i didn’t know you better, id say you were trying to flirt by giving me books.”

“What are you talking about? Im hilarious!”

“Duct tape? Duct tape is not going to fix this!”

“What did you think? That you were going to fight him?”

“You’re blocking the view.” “I am the view.”

“Why are you on the floor?” “Tying my shoe.” “You’re wearing rain-boots.”

“Cant stop me from slaying!”

“Close your eyes and imagine it, all the dogs in the world.”

“Be careful, he’s so sweet you might get diabetes.”

“Would you reconsider if i was sober?”

“Stop running i’m wearing flip flops!”

“Why are you holding your boobs?”

“I wouldn’t call it stalking, more like far distance admiring.”

“You need to stop making her laugh! you’re ruining her makeup!”

“I’m sure i can get some kind of sexual gratification from just staring at him if i try hard enough.”

“I’m not sure if its a sexual thing or not.”

“I’m either in the mood for french fries or to rip someone’s head off. Hmmm. decisions, decisions.”

“If you’re not out of the shower in the next five minutes, i’m going to cut your fucking hair off to make your life quicker.”

“No, i will not dress up as a chicken.”

“I never told my extended family that we broke up, and now they want to know when you’re coming over for dinner again.”

“I need a date to my relatives wedding, and i’ve already asked literally everyone else i know, so i know you probably hate me, but please say yes. Otherwise they’ll try to set me up with someone, and they have awful taste.”

“One more sound and i swear to-”

“Sometimes when (name) texts me, i just pretend they didn’t so i don’t have to respond.”

“You gave our pigeon boyfriend the wrong beans!”

“If i’m like 50 and still single, ill marry you because tax benefits.”

“Please, never have children.”

“I know its like 11pm, but i’m on my way to your house with nacho fries.”

“Sometimes i wish i was gay so i wouldn’t have to deal with all these dumbass boys.

“You know, would’ve been nice if you told me your whole ass family was coming to this dinner! I look like a troll.”

“Im going to the party to pet the dog, no thanks drugs.”

“I hope in college i get some excuse to deck him. Maybe with a bottle or something, ill wing it and be like “oops, sorry shithead, my hand slipped.”

“What is this shit…i’m just trying to graduate.”

“Ooo, i sense attitude in your tone.”

“Guess who only got two hours of sleep? Me, lol, i’m gonna die.“

“I’m gonna strangle you.” “Is that a threat or a promise?”

“Superheroes aren’t allowed in my house, especially after they’ve destroyed my living room. go away.”

“oh you’re coming. even if i have to drag you through the snow in your pajamas.”

“i swear you’re gonna end up getting like botox in your tits or something.” “well i mean-” “whAT DO YOU MEAN?!”

#seventeen scenarios #seventeen imagines #seventeen drabbles #seventeen drabble game #seventeen funny #seventeen fanfic #seventeen #svt #seventeen requests

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moontheoretist · 3 years

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Notes from tie-in MCU comics:

Part 1:

[DISCLAIMER: I was making those notes without actually writing down from which comic they come from, so now I am... well... confused about the proper placement of them, but I tried to discern them anyway.]

CAPTAIN AMERICA THE FIRST AVENGER:

Lol, Zola was developing exo-skeleton looking like Iron Man suit and Vanko's suit in 1934. I kind of think part of Steve's dislike of Iron Man was because of that exo-suit. Also, Steve just saved the guy in a suit.

"The chain is only as strong as its weakest link" said twice to Steve, once by military doctor and second by Schmidt.

Poor Erskine, his family was taken as hostages.

Howards says "carefully open the casing". Steve does smash instead.

Oh no, Red Skull said that weapon can always be taken from you so you have to become the weapon. It echoes the sentiment behind the creation of Iron Man too closely.

Lol, Roosevelt ASKED for Howard PERSONALLY.

"Car is bulletproof!" "and a convertible!" is a funny joke xD

Lol he has bulletproof car because of cigarette's girls angry boyfriends.

Ok, so Howard joined SSR because he HAD BEST FUN IN MONTHS.

Howard has rockets in car and "leaves best toys for himself".

First Steve saves a Nazi from a tank, now he obliterates them with said tank. Pick a side, Steve. I know guy in the armor was helpless, but c'mon. You either don't kill or kill. You cannot just willy nilly choose. BTW does it echo saving Iron Man or smth?

Call back to floating car by a joke about floating tank.

Aw, no, Erskine's family died in concentration camp from typhus. (Those camps were awful, but are not shown in the comics. You better believe that they weren’t very nice places to live even without being overworked and killed by the Nazis).

Oh no, Bucky was nearly killed by SSman! But Howling Commandos stopped him.

Bucky doesn't like his name lol. Also no Jimmy nickname for this guy.

Ok so Howard Stark was based on Hughes and Tony was based on someone Howard hated - Oppenheimer.

Ok, now Phillips made a foreshadowing for Cradle in the AoU. It even looks similar to Project Rebirth.

Oho my theory that Erskine heard Bucky talk to Steve and that doctor knew Steve lied is proved in this comics. They knew, they had a file on him and Erskine just picked him, saving his stupid ass from consequences.

Cap just threw a knife.

IRON MAN 2:

In the comics it looks more as if Obadiah sold Vanko instead of Howard, because Howard looks so surprised at what Vanko did, that it is impossible to assume that he was the one who sent the agents after Vanko. He looks surprised at the whole incident, Vanko betraying him and agents being there to apprehend him. One agent acts as if it was Howard's idea all along, but that line could be also read as just informing a bystander that they will deal with the issue instead.

Tony projected a drone which could clean whole desert full of mines with 100% accuracy and 0% detonation.

Also comics confirm that Tony cannot even have 12h break without Howard coming at him and demanding him to work when he is just a goddamn teenager.

Tony was just fighting for 19h, got a shower and has to go out again.

"If I hear of another innocent being put in a harm's way just to advance some pointless military agenda... there will be consequences" sounds like call back to Hulk.

Hm, Tony made 12 people work on one job? Also Natasha hates being called Nat and she drugged Samantha (the actual PA which applied for Stark Industries) to take her place.

[As of now those comics confirmed to me that Captain America joined army out of selfish reasons and that Tony was overworking himself as Iron Man and when he wasn't he was either partying, probably to relax in that way, or making new tech which saves lives.]

Lol, Coulson was so excited to look for Captain. Nick even made a joke about finding his fav action figure.

Lol, World Security Council wanted to get Tony's weapons and nearly fired Fury for trying to make Avengers.

Fury is like Tony. He hates his superiors. He will do as they say but won't stop doing what he does.

Lol, Fury got a call Tony will be dead and he jumped out of his goddamn bed asap.

Fury was actively stopping Stern from getting Iron Man by scheduling his meeting with Department of Defense "when Stern is busy" xD

Lol Fury says no to Ross before he hears what he wants. This is so funny.

Ok, so Fury got Lithium Dioxide for Tony, asked if it could be made into permanent cure, how sweet of him, but also learned that it could INSTANTLY KILL HIM instead and still made Natasha basically inject Tony with it WITHOUT CONSENT! So I dunno if he really cared about him when he asked about permanent cure or it was just more optimal for his plans. Also he got the cure during Tony's and Rhodey's battle at the mansion, so we cannot say he had a cure and didn't give it right away when he could.

"Don't blow your cover unless Stark is going to kill himself". Hm. So he wants him alive.

And yeah, he ordered Natasha to stick him with lithium dioxide when he distracted him.

Lol, Fury yelled at Coulson for letting Tony leave the mansion xD

THOR??? (I got lost in my notes, I didn’t write which comic was which)

LOL CLINT CANNOT EVEN TAKE VACATION. Also the speed with which he responded to possible alien crashsite, epic. He jumped and went as if it was Christmas, aww Clint.

Why Clint is giving money back to some store which suffered due to their operation? I mean it was nice and all, but who will give the money back to Clint? Fury?

So it was Hawkeye's idea to let Thor loose.

In the meantime Loki was on scene and tried to get Mjolnir but it didn't respond.

AVENGERS PRELUDE:

Oho, poor Fury, didn't sleep in a few days.

Oho, Fury yelled at Natasha.

"Do not let Ross take Banner, dead or alive". How cute of you, Nick, to confirm that you do not care.

Blonsky is suicidal. Going at Hulk and kicking him in the face? That's a death wish.

Ah so Blonsky is enhanced.

Hahaha, joke about lifting a hammer but applied to the Asgardian sentinel, lol.

Ross literally accessed SHIELD databases.

Natasha was raised in Stalingrad lol.

After seeing Hulk, Abomination and The Leader Natasha finally says it is too much to handle for SHIELD.

Oho, so making Tony finish Howard's project was an objective, not saving his life. He wanted it for Tesseract.

I dunno if he is lying or really was doing this whole shit for the Tesseract. Also points for sticking in WSC's face that Ross nearly destroyed New York thanks to them.

Shield has whiplash suit and it's arc reactor!

THEY ACTIVATED THE SENTINEL AND THEN THEY WANT TO DISMANTLE IT AND MAKE DOZENS SMALL ONES!

Huh, implication that Natasha may beat the whole bunker of SHIELD agents up, because they're men, lol.

So Selvig used the element Stark invented to kick-start the Tesseract after all.

"Good for a laugh from time to time" lol. Clint the comedian.

Why that machine holding a Tesseract looks like Arc Reactor?

Huh so Selvig was Loki and he made a comment about Tony being strange for "badassium".

BLACK WIDOW BACKGROUND IN ONE OF THE COMICS, DUNNO WHICH:

Natasha talks about her cover personalities like vtubers about their avatars.

Fjodorov knows something about stolen bootleg technology of Tony Stark which he managed to acquire?

Natasha really likes narrating her story. Time slows when you have a training? Like roller coaster on first ridge?

"With some small regret, I bid farewell to Tatiana. She's outlived her usefulness" thinks Natasha after she took off her wig and no longer plays Tatiana. "If she were real. She'd be dead". "It's nice though, to pretend while it lasts... that I was ever as innocent as her".

Natasha really likes playing those roles.

Haha, Natasha holds one mission over Coulson's head forever even though he never failed as her control again.

"Part of the reason why I am so good at the undercover work is that I actually like being other people. There is a lot I've done that I regret. When I leave that other identity behind, whether I slip out from underneath it voluntarily or it's ripped away from my grasp, it always hits me like a shock. Like being awakened from a deep sleep, back to who I really am". "It's good to be home". Is she speaking about her slip into Black Widow again as home or is she referring to Russia?

Natasha left a guy dangling from a building and said it could be worse, he could be naked.

"Good man" says Natasha as if she was training guys to obey her will.

Oho, Natasha is interested in someone who wants to be her.

Also she is narrating that police in Russia would not suspect Tatiana to be so resourceful.

Natasha wants to save that girl from herself, because nobody did that for her when she was in the same position.

I mean, Natasha killed some people that day already so I don't get the point of her not killing those guys and saying that she changed, when in the club she killed a few of the goons already and later too. Where is the point of her change if she kills anyway? What is this change about Black Widow - Natasha Romanoff if she kills people but just not always? She cannot claim to change for the better just because she didn't kill two goons. And Sofia should see that not killing all of them doesn't mean she doesn't kill at all. But I guess leaving so many alive still counts for Sofia as Natasha going soft.

Coulson, you idiot, I am happy you came to save Natasha, but Sofia thought those guys were Natasha's back up. It all wouldn't happen if not for you making them appear there. You fucked up everything for Natasha, Coulson.

Uh, Natasha has the same weird shtick Tony does. She blames herself for the decision of her superior? Yeah, she enabled him to make that decision, but it was still his decision to send those men to find Natasha, so their death is on him, not on Natasha.

Huh, so Natasha's model persona Konn feels empty when nobody looks at her, because her whole life was being the centre of attention? It's kind of sexist cover.

She is a hand model and this guy is disgusting. Natasha I agree with those YUCK.

Natasha doing tehee is so weird.

Also playing a "he sent me here so hours would fly by" is so gross, but inner Natasha voice says nothing yet.

Lol the guy just assumed she is stupid, because she made tehee sounds. Like, goddammit, men are so easy to fool. Condescending little creep indeed.

Ok, so Natasha doesn't have any computer knowledge to say what those lines of code are, but she knows Stark can.

Ugh, Natasha, that line about telling his friends that they did something he imagines is so not feminist of you. It just enables creeps like that to objectify women more and treat them like idiots and fucktoys.

Sofia killed the agent even when Natasha gave her what she wanted.

Natasha wants to save lives and often fails at it too.

She jumped off the yacht to save the guy even though she knew he is dead? I mean shot in the head usually means instant death.

She doesn't get lines of code but can upload tracking device on it. Good. Also she wanna kill Sofia now.

"When I go in for the kill, there's no one I'd rather be than who I really am".

Ah so they had a targeting software for the copy of the Jericho missile manufactured by Hammer.

So they were moving Jericho in parts around the world. They should be happy Tony didn't notice. (Because then they would all just go boom and be dead lol).

"Berserk bots a girl's best friends!"

Frampton wants to have space tourism.

Ten Rings again.

Why Frampton wants to strike Korean DMZ?

Aha, global destabilisation for Ten Rings, gotcha.

Oho, so the info about Natasha busting the trafficking ring comes back. It turns out she accidentally trapped the girls inside when she busted the place. She basically says she didn't know they were there but even if she did she wasn't nice back then.

So Natasha says that Sofia was more her than she ever was, meaning the Black Widow, meaning that Natasha always had softness in her which Sofia didn't have and that Sofia got her just reward for wanting to be the perfect Black Widow.

Still sexist move to make a victim of sex trafficking ring become a morally corrupt murderer who would destabilise world for free if she could, but does that for money, because money is nice addition to her new hobby of fucking humanity up.

"Some people are not worth saving" Not so long ago plenty would say that about me".

AVENGERS:

Oho Stark Tower is the first fully clean-energy powered skyscraper.

Pepper thinks inside the box and Tony thinks outside the box.

Oh, so Tony still says that Rhodey had stolen the suit, but then he admits that it could give him heart attack, because it was not calibrated for him, so I wonder if he really wanted Rhodey to have it or never wanted Rhodey to have it at all.

"I got them to agree that all starktech remains proprietary to you as long as War Machine is on loan to the department of defense".

Lol wow, War Machine was an insult? Anyway he means that Rhodey won't be using Mark II because Tony has new suit for him.

"I am not Iron Man" people yell Iron Man at Rhodey "Ah, forget it" xD

How is Tony saying that he couldn't find anything to go after Gulmira when he was literally busting Ten Rings in Iron Man 2 tie-in comic?

Hahaha, Rhodey wanna get a publicist so people would recognise he is War Machine, not Iron Man.

Rhodey is so vicious. "I could have taken your hand with it but not doing it is more fun".

Oho so Tony THREE MONTHS after Tony was putting S on Stark Tower there is Battle of New York and Rhodey is in Hong Kong.

Incoming call: Martini, seriously? You call Tony MARTINI?

Also for some reason this Tony has blue eyes.

Rhodey is so cocky lol. "I haven't seen anything that can take me down".

"When am i gonna learn to keep my mouth shut?" xDDD Rhodey cursed himself.

So after Iron Man 2 Tony realised that he couldn't be iron solder alone anymore and made Rhodey an armor? Still, trust was a huge factor here.

Lol did he just make a joke about being so beat up as after clubbing with Tony to a commanding officer? Rhodey, you vicious little shit lol xD

"Battle tank that's about to make me street pizza! But only if I stand and take it, which I have never done in my life". That's useful info. It gives me some insight into who was protecting who at MIT. Rhodey never was taking a crap of other people, so he probably was used to fighting bullies. And I can imagine him standing up to bullies who targeted a kid - Tony Stark.

Rhodey chooses to fight smarts with smarts.

DID HE JUST MAKE HIS WAY OF LANDING A FRIGGIN MISSILE STYLE? XD

His commander asks if he is crazy. He definitely friggin is lol.

Rhodey just gave his superior a scare when he let a tank run him over. They thought he died.

OMG Ten Rings assumed War Machine is easier target to get tech from and Rhodey feels offended, but happy they know who he is.

Rings had stark tech in that tank, oh no. Tony will be pissed even if those are old black market stuff.

AWWW RHODEY WAS WORRIED ABOUT TONY WHEN HE DIDN'T RESPOND!

"Don't do this to me, man". "Holy...! That was SOME situation" says Rhodey when he saw chitauri flying whale dead. Ok so Avengers met Rhodey in that shawarma place.

Pepper decorates according to feng shui?

So Ten Rings scanned Rhodey's armor with any scanner available and collected a lot of data on the armor anyway.

#mcu critical #mcu #steve rogers critical #mcu comics #tony stark #steve rogers #natasha romanoff #thor #rhodey #hawkeye #avengers

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samanthalightning · 4 years

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She's Got A Date-EoWells X Allen!reader- Part III

*The GIF is not mine. All rights to the owner*

Part II

Summary: You headed out to have a drink with Iris, and after few cold ones, a realization dawned on you.

Warnings: None, besides alcohol. Drink accordingly, kids.

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Iris invited you for some Girls' Night Out. You were reluctant to go out. The prison needs to be done chop-chop, so when 'The Mist' is apprehended, he'll have a place to rot in without harming anyone again.

And if you're being perfectly honest, you do want to go out, and talk and drink, but there are more pressing matters at hand. Much more than Iris' love life, and the game she chose to play.

Everyone left, except for Cisco who is in his own office. And since you don't have an office, shocking as might that sound with this place this big. You decided to stay in the cortex.

You like the solace when it comes to thinking. And dark places, weirdly. You turned off every light inside the deserted cortex, the only light illuminating the room was the display of Barry's suit and some lamps on the desks.

Nibbling on your pen, your feet up on the desk, you have been trying to get him off your mind. You had to leave the pipeline to cool off. It was hard doing something vital to the safety of people of the city and have your mind be plagued by something that revolves around your love life. It was very selfish. But you couldn't lie to yourself that it doesn't bother you; you're so distracted, and it's not the time to be.

You were pulled out of your reviere by a ding from your phone, thinking it's probably Iris, checking in whether you're still coming or not. You ignored it. She's being pretty insistent on going out; it means something happened. And it's Barry she should be pestering. You muted your phone for the sake of your peace of mind.

"Why are you still here?" Your head whirled around, taking your feet off the table. It was Wells behind you. You were startled, but not enough to make you jump or flinch. You didn't even hear him come in, perhaps you were just too caught up in your thoughts… of him.

"Why are you still here?" You were surprised. He disappeared hours ago, you thought he left without saying goodbye, because of what happened earlier. You would've done the same thing, as immature as that sounds.

"I want to see how the prison will turn out," he answered nonchalantly, moving beside you.

You straightened in your seat, clearly uncomfortable with his presence. You cleared your throat. "Well, I have to build it,"

"I think Cisco and I will be able to handle it perfectly fine if you go out for one night." He said, acting a little bit too normal.

"I know," you murmured. They're both adults and definitely much smarter than you, they can more than handle it, but it's hard to leave, but not

"Good. Then go out with Iris. Have fun," he insisted.

You brows furrowed, giving him a confused look. "Dr. Wells, I have to get—"

"It's okay. We'll be fine," he interrupted.

Your lips parted to retort, but he stared at you, eyes didn't even contain a hint of playfulness. You knew his eyes so well. And it made you more confused why he was pushing to go out and act like nothing happened, like you didn't just have the conversation earlier.

"Are you sure?" You questioned. Just to be safe, in case he was playing.

He nodded. He was giving you a seal of approval. You can't really disobey the boss, and besides, it might be well-needed. Just to get over what's been bothering you, and be more focused on work without thinking of Wells. It might be helpful. Or not. It's booze, you're taking it.

You heaved your chest in defeat with a grateful smile. "Okay. Fine." You stood up, and gathered your things and coat.

When you turned back to him, he was looking at you expectantly, you hesitated. You hesitated whether you should kiss him. He's still your boyfriend, and it's not the biggest fight in the world, so you went against every cell in your body that is so annoyed with him right now, leaned into him and gave him a brief peck on the lips.

It felt different, you knew the moment that you pulled away. It's blocked off, plain, just merely lips meeting— no smile after it like last night. You pushed the thought in the back of your mind and exited the cortex, you waved goodbye to Wells, and he waved back.

You sent Iris a text that you were coming, and she was ecstatic. And slightly tipsy.

You arrived at the bar. Hopefully, Iris isn't too drunk or has left. The cab ride price was ridiculous.

You stepped inside the bar, immediately welcomed by it's warm and bright ambience and the amount of large potted plants, and vines hanging off the wall was a refreshing sight. It's not so often you'll see that in a bar.

The stench of wood, bar food and alcohol filled your nostrils. It was loud and crowded; filled with conversation, laughters, and laughters, singing along at whatever the guy on stage was singing. Most of the people were still in their office attire, in their probably in their mid-20s to their late 30s.

You weaved through the crowd, looking around for Iris. You heard a shout, you didn't quite understand it, due to the noise, but you tried to make out of it as you heard it once more. Whipping your head around, you saw Iris by the bar, waving at you.

You walked to her with a smile on your face. She pulled you in, enveloping you into a tight, warm hug. You felt yourself sigh inwardly.

You didn't realize how much you needed it. The sense of comfort that you never had since your mom died. You crave it, but even if it's not as good as your mom's, it really hit the spot right now. Perhaps you were more upset than you thought.

You let go and both took a seat on the stool. You called the bartender and ordered yourself a beer.

She turned to you and asked, "How's your day?"

You exhaled sharply, while Iris looked at you expectantly. You had a hard time answering that. Well, to sum it up: Someone had died, there's crazy meta on the loose, and apparently he turns into a mist; Barry almost died, you have to build a makeshift prison; oh, and there are many things that you have to do, but you can't get your mind off your boyfriend and what he said. And yet, the last thing that you are is what you replied.

"Fine. You?"

"Fine," she replied.

You picked it up right off the bat that you were both lying, not only to each other, but to yourselves as well. After all of what's happening, you felt the need to.

"Cool. What's up?"

She shrugged with a little pout Joe does when he lies. "Nothing. Just wanna catch up,"

So you did. You talked about how work was the latest news in pop culture, whatever Barry was doing. You were two girls with secrets and if any of the topics touched relationships, romance or secrets in particular, you dodged it like how Barry dodges bullets.

The night went on. Hundred songs were sung by random people on the stage, and you start to feel the alcohol you start to kick off in your system. You two started talking about your childhood. About things you did, she did that pissed the hell out of Joe. There were a lot; you were a pain in the poor man's ass.

You faced Iris, head tilted on, as you placed it on the palm of your hand. Your head feels a little lightheaded, but you'll manage.

"Remember when Joe caught us drinking his beer?" You inquired.

A tipsy Iris broke into a grin, nodding. Oh she remembers it too well. "Yup. He was so mad. It was so funny." She giggled uncontrollably.

"Yeah, and we got grounded for a week," you retorted, taking a sip of your beer.

"Well, you helped us sneak it in the room!" She exclaimed, pointing a finger accusingly.

"Only because you said it tasted good!" You retorted.

"And you believed me," she smirked.

You rolled your eyes dramatically, taking a sip of your drink. In your defense, you were 14. Not that they were much older— a year, actually. But you do regret it. Because of being grounded, you missed a date with Logan Garrick, your long time crush. Guess you weren't really one for dates.

As the smiles on your faces faded slowly, the energy you two radiated simmered down. Your voices or stories weren't the only ones that matters; everyone, the noises, the place you forgot you were in started sinking into your senses.

You were both hiding from the truth and someone has to cut the chase, be forthcoming with it tonight or you're both going to go crazy.

It's not gonna be you. At least not yet. As much as you aren't fond of his choice, you just can't.

You might not know Iris like your brother does, but you knew her. You're not stupid. This grab a drink with little sis is just a façade. One of the façade you're both putting up, anyway.

"So, what's up— like really?" You asked.

"What?" Iris eyebrows knitted in faux confusion.

You gave her a sharp look. You're not sober enough to play along with her denial.

She snorted, brushing you off. You maintained your stern expression, she laughed at you for staring at her, testing how far she can push her luck and convince you. Her laughs trailed off and she stared at you for a moment to see if you're gravely serious. You were.

Realizing it. She sighed, defeated. She tore her eyes off you down to her drink.

"Is it Eddie?" You asked.

Her jaws tightened at the mention of his name.

"What happened?" You insisted.

Turmoil in relationships is not something that is easy to talk about, and it can be pretty overwhelming. You know it yourself, which is precisely why you know it's very important to get it off your chest. But you can't go on throwing out your problems without questions, so the closest thing to that is helping Iris.

"He showed at home while Dad was there," she started. You almost spat drink, looking at her with wide eyes, terrified. You worry that Joe may have found out and he did not take it well. "We got away with it, but..." she paused.

"But...?"

She exhaled. "But he said that keeping our relationship is killing our relationship,"

You stiffened. If that didn't hit you so hard. Your chest tightened, as you felt a pang of pain in your heart; you never thought you will relate to someone ever that it will hurt.

You inhaled sharply, struggling to keep it together as all the emotions are raging through you.

"Did you explain why you didn't want Joe to know?"

She nodded. "Yeah. I told him that Dad won't like it and he wouldn't support it, and he'd be very angry. He said he understands— but I know he doesn't, Y/N. I feel it. He isn't okay with it, and it bothers me so much, because it might threaten our relationship." Her eyes glistened with tears welling up in her eyes, under the light. Her voice was starting to strain. It shows how visibly upset she was with the issue, and it pains you so hard how you can easily understand and put yourself in their situation, because you are in the exact position.

"I don't know what to do. Do I keep it from Dad and jeopardize my relationship with Eddie, or jeopardize my relationship with my Dad by telling him about Eddie?"

She turned to you, confused and torn up; it was like a cry for comfort and advice.

You pressed your lips together tightly, as much as you try to keep at bay, the emotions surged, putting a crack on the dam of your tears. You swore to God that this day is a bitch. Barry should be here. He should be comforting the girl he's in love with, not you.

You were okay. You said you were okay. You were gonna get over it and you'll be fine, and now you're just questioning everything you thought you felt.

"You can't keep doing this to you or to him, Iris. You can't dictate who he's going to tell, because he's part of this relationship as much as you are. It must have felt so suffocating, and controlling, and he has to look at your Dad every single day, and it feels as though he's betraying him and—" you paused, realizing you were getting carried away. Your voice almost wavered if you hadn't stopped.

You realized two fundamental truths, and it hit like a freaking wrecking ball and Miley Cyrus was on it—one, Wells was avoiding the elephant in the room earlier. And so were you.

Two, you weren't talking about Eddie anymore. You were talking about yourself.

You felt the warm water pooling in your eyes. You know you have to take it down a notch or you'll burst. So you laughed, not that it helped.

"I guess my point is he's gonna explode, and you don't let it get to that," you told her, looking into her eyes, through her soul to prove your point.

"What am I gonna do then?"

You let out a breath, uncertain. If you knew, you would have a perfect love life right now. "I don't know. Talk to him, I guess. Work this out; compromise,"

Silence befell, the tension was intense and uneasy. You and Iris may never be bound by blood, but you're still sisters. And it became evident how you two have more similarities than being in a secret relationship, when you both turn your heads to side to hide your face. To wipe the tears that spilled and compose yourself.

After that, you both turned back, but still didn't speak. Iris seems to be thinking deeply, maybe considering your insights. While you were occupied with your own mind's thoughts.

"When did you become an expert to all this?" She joked.

You chuckled. "Since I dated Danny in College,"

She groaned upon hearing your college boyfriend's name. "Ugh. I remember that idiot."

He really was an idiot.

Debbie isn't your name, and you sure as hell ain't a downer either. You didn't come out to drink to cry about this. You weren't supposed to at all.

Tonight, you need to distract yourself from whatever you're feeling. Laying eyes on the karaoke, there was an instant ding in your head.

You looked at Iris. "You know what? Let's not think about this tonight. Let's have fun and we can worry about this tomorrow." You got off your stool and grabbed Iris' wrist.

Not having a chance to protest, you half-dragged her to the man in charge of the karaoke. You grabbed the song book and searched for a song. Iris did give you a weird look, obviously confused with sudden mood changes, but you shrugged it off.

That night, you sang, you drank, you laughed, and cheered so hard. You knew it was embarrassing, but you were desperate.

Each time you feel your eyes water, tears threatening to spill, or your heart aching, you distract yourself with another song or drink, or just pretend to pay attention to what's in front of you. You tried to make sure that your mind won't think.

Your emotions are off-limits tonight. You don't want to feel them tonight. Tomorrow, maybe, but tonight, you can't. It's just all too much to bear right now.

***

Damn. Almost cried when I writing this. Anyway, I'd really appreciate it if you share it and give it some love. Thanks!

Part IV

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crimsonbluemoon · 4 years

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Kihorri’s Birthday Present: Daithi De Wildcat

OKAY SO FIRST OF ALL

Happy birthday @kihoori !!!! You are the best Owlbun ever and I’m so happy to have you in my life! And since you drew me pictures that made me cry for my birthday, I wrote you a little drabble to get back at you. Won’t make you cry, but it’s a storyline you wanted me to write so I figured I’d spoil it to you and give it to you.

So again, happy birthday, and please enjoy! ^.^

Kihorri’s Birthday Present

Wildcat hadn’t wanted to know his ‘perfect match’. He was in the competition, yeah, but that was because he needed money. Marcel had urged him to enter the competition on a whim; they were looking for single people in the area, and Tyler definitely fit that part (Marcel’s word’s, not his own, and he’d shown his appreciation by throwing a gatorade at his head). Wildcat hadn’t expected a call back, nevermind an actual place on the show. He’d taken the chance, because it was free money and he wasn’t an idiot. So he had to go on weird dates and let a computer calculate his compatibility with a bunch of guys. He could handle that. A plan was formed; he’d come in, watch guys make complete fools of themselves, and then he’d get the cash money at the end. Maybe even get some entertainment out of it.

But when he actually fell in love? Yeah, that wasn’t a part of the plan.

“It’s just a date, Tyler.” Vanoss rolled his eyes and leaned back on the couch, which was far too large for just the two of them to share. The living room held all twelve men on the show easily, but most of the other contestants were busy getting drunk or falling in love. While Scotty and Marcel (the first perfect match to be discovered by the group) made out in the kitchen over dinner, Smiity, Craig, and Ohm joked around a game of poker and shots. Wildcat was sure the others were scattered all over the home, but it wasn’t any of the people in the house that was causing his pissed off mood.

“Why the fuck did your boyfriend choose Nogla and Moo for the date? Delirious is a fucking idiot, but even this is beyond his stupidity.” Vanoss flushed and kicked the side of his thigh before slumping back on the couch’s armrest. His hands shoved into the front of the sweatshirt, Evan burying his chin and scowl under the collar of the hoodie. Wildcat knew that technically, Jon and Vanoss hadn’t been paired up yet by Panda’s ‘Computer of truth’, but everyone had all but given up on trying to match with either of them. Vanoss was hopeless, Delirious oblivious, and Wildcat wanted to smash their faces together or drown them (depending on how close he was to the pool at that given moment). Some of the couples in the house were dumb, but these two were hopeless.

“He was put on the spot after he won the challenge; you know Del’s mind ain’t good with quick decisions.” Vanoss defended Delirious, because of course he did. Wildcat made his feelings about the reply known by a snort and a roll of his eyes.

“Moo’s got a better chance finding water in the desert than matching Nogla.”

“You know you keep doing that, right?” Vanoss’s tone changed, and Wildcat arched an eyebrow to dare him to continue. Surprisingly, Evan did, even if he sunk lower on the couch and sigh. “Any time any of us put Nogla on a date, you say they won’t match.”

“What? No I don’t.” The loud groan that came out from Vanoss proved that he felt Tyler’s answer was dumb.

“First time, we sent him out with Lui.”

“Have you seen the height difference? And the chaos is too imbalanced, neither keeps the grounded side of their stupid relationship-”

“Which is probably why the computer said they weren’t a match, and we moved on to Nogla and Brian-”

“Why, because they both speak like dumbasses? Neither one of them has a grip on reality, and they’d be spending their money in Las Vegas before the first date ended. I knew before they even got scanned they weren’t gonna be a match.” His critical assessment got a droll stare from Vanoss, who kept his judgement quiet because of the pizza slice he’d stuffed into his mouth. “Wait, when did you get-”

“And now-” Evan cut in, the cheese and dough muffling the voice. “We picked Moo. Who is well grounded, mature, will help Nogla’s impulsive nature.”

“Brock’s softer than a sneaker full of shit; he’s too kind for him to keep a steady leash on Nogla’s chaotic energy. I’m telling you, Moo is Terroriser’s match and y’all are gonna send Brian to jail for murdering the next guy who takes Brock out.” Tyler hated how little their group gave him credit for his intuition. He wasn’t buying the algorithms and stupid shit their host, Panda, had explained on the first episode. But he could pick up on human nature; Brock and Brian’s chemistry was soft, but powerful, except both men were just too hesitant to get rejected by the other to suggest they go on a date. Plus, they were already on two strikes each; one more strike and they’d be sent home without finding their Mr. Right.

“I think Brian’s waiting to win one of the competitions so he can ask Brock.” It was cute, in a dumb kind of way, that Brian wanted to earn his date with Brock. Wildcat could respect that, in a way. He’d only been on one awkward date with Ohm the first week, which he was sure Smiity chose just to get Tyler back for eating his cheerios. Since then, Wildcat had glared at anyone who even looked his way during the ‘date decision’ part of the show, and his name had been kept off the chopping block.

“Is that why Brian asked your soul-dork to a boxing match? To beat the shit out of the guy who beat him out of sheer luck and sent his lover away for the night?” Because Delirious should not have won their challenge that afternoon; since when did Delirious read? Did he even know how to? He couldn’t figure out the word ‘mountain’ on a good day. Yet he’d aced the trivia quiz about literature, stealing the last three points of the competition out of Brian’s hands when knowing the two men who were sent to kill Hamlet were named Rosencrantz and Guildenstern (even Brock hadn’t know that, and he’s the nerd of all nerds). Vanoss had looked impressed, Terroriser pissed, and Wildcat just wanted to yell at Nogla for not knowing who wrote Harry Potter.

“You know,” Vanoss drawled out slowly, tip-toeing around a subject that Wildcat wasn’t aware of. “Remember how we got split into two teams week three for our date challenge?”

“Yeah, I got stuck with the fucking idiots.” He’d lost, because Scotty couldn’t figure out how to change oil for the car they’d had to tune up for the competition. Where Panda and the producers of the show got the stupid ideas of the challenges, Tyler didn’t want to know.

“Panda spun the wheel for the first half of the date, which landed on Nogla. So we had to choose the other person.”

“I was literally right there, why are you-

“Lui wasn’t the group’s first date choice for Nogla.” Vanoss’s words pushed Wildcat away from the back of the couch, fighting with himself for only a moment before he caved.

“Then why the fuck did you pick him?” Wildcat snapped out, crossing his arms over his chest. Evan took time stretching his arms over his head, before letting them dangle over the armrest his head rested against.

“Why is this my job?” Vanoss gripped into the air, but didn’t give Wildcat time to ask what he meant. “We had to choose Lui because the guy he’s meant to be with had made it quite clear he’s not going on another date.”

“You’re saying… wait.” Dumbfounded, Wildcat sat without words to reply with. Vanoss gave him a few seconds to try and rebuild his brain, then finally pushed to sit cross-legged on the sofa.

“We’re on week six, and you haven’t even stopped to think of why you hate Nogla being on dates with people?”

“Because he’s an idiot,” Wildcat answered, uneasy when Vanoss shrugged his shoulders and smiled.

“Or maybe cause he’s your idiot?”

“Wh-what the fuck? Are you stupid? Why would he ever be-”

“Nogla’s on two strikes, too.” The words stalled Tyler’s brain, Vanoss leaning to the side to snag another piece of pizza from the box he’d hidden under the table. “If we test him with Brock, and it’s wrong-”

“It will be wrong.”

“-then he’s gone.” Evan folded the pizza together, but kept his eyes focused on Wildcat. “You okay with that?”

“Course I’m not!” His words came out before he could stop them, and Vanoss nodded like he already knew the answer.

“Wonder why that is.” Both men sat in the silence for different reasons. Evan because his mouth was full of pizza, and Tyler because the bottom was dropping out of his stomach. He couldn’t accept this. Sure, he knew there was a chance, because statistics and algorithms and all of that bullshit. But he’d thought he’d end up with someone softer. Someone who didn’t drive Tyler up the wall with his idiotic nature and weird laugh, his love of dogs and his kind smile whenever he was proud of one of the other guys. Not one who was optimistic about everything in life, made Wildcat’s ragged edges a little smoother, made him wanna just roll his eyes and laugh at all the random thoughts he spouted out at the weirdest time. But he was cute when he got angry at Tyler’s insults and the blush brightened his eyes if he was too tired-

“Oh.” Horror crashed through him, Wildcat slowly rising to his feet. “Oh no.”

“Yup.” Vanoss didn’t even give him the dignity of looking up from his pizza when he finalized Tyler’s mental breakdown.

“Fuck that.” Then Wildcat was gone, his panic pushing him down the stairs of the house. He could hear the cameraman chasing him, trying to keep track of his movements. But Tyler just didn’t care; he needed out of the house.

“Wildcat?” Panda’s voice caught his ear when he pushed out the front door, feet feeling the wet grass because he’d left his shoes in the house.

“Nope.”

“Where are you going?”

“Away.”

“You can’t just leave! Get back here.” The sound of Anthony moving after him made him walk faster, refusing to let his anxiety or feelings catch up with him.

“Nononononono-” Tyler shouted when he was tackled to the ground, his mouth filled with dirt and grass in seconds. He spit it out and flailed his body, trying to buck Panda off his back. But the host held strong as they rolled, garbled shouts and insults thrown back and forth between them. Panda’s elbow met his eye, while his own palm rocked the side of Anthony’s nose. They fought like school kids, Wildcat desperate to get away from the show and Panda refusing to let him budge. In the distance he could hear cheering from his castmates, and he knew Kryoz well enough to assume he was taking bets. If Vanoss didn’t bet on him, he swore to god-

“Woah, woah!” Moo’s voice caught Tyler’s ear, jerking his head up from the grass Panda was pushing it into to look at the new voice. Not because he wanted to see Brock, but because Wildcat knew who he was with.

“Is that Panda? Is the host supposed to fight the contestants?” Nogla glanced between Anthony and Tyler, eyes round with curiosity and excitement. “Is Tyler winning?”

“O-obviously,” Wildcat answered, despite his cheek fully planted into the ground. But he couldn’t really care at the moment; his heart was too busy trying to leap out of his chest to focus. Like a freight train, his emotions finally caught up with his body. Seeing Nogla after Vanoss’s revelation made Tyler realize the idiot wasn’t lying; the tension that’d spun around his spine from the moment Nogla and Moo left on their date finally unraveled. Panda bearing down on his back didn’t affect his breathing anymore; he was able to breathe smooth and easy. The pulse in his neck was going wild, and he’d never felt the desire to kiss and punch someone at the same time so badly.

“Come on, up you go.” Brock helped pull Anthony up with a laugh, finally allowing Wildcat to push up into a seated position. It was second nature to cross his arms and glare at Panda, who showed his maturity by sticking out his tongue. But he looked proud of himself turning to chit chat with the filming the crew, because he had completed his mission. Wildcat was still at the house, stuck with his feelings and emotions and Nogla-

“Aw, jeeze, Tyler. Look at you, buddy.” Nogla’s goofy grin when he crouched down and rubbed his rough palm against Wildcat’s dirty cheek was overwhelming, Tyler frozen in his spot at the touch. Heat rushed his face, fingers twitching in the grass from the urge to touch the beanstalk gazing down at him in obvious amusement. “You’re a mess.”

“Well whose fault is that?” Tyler snapped out, sure his cheek would burn off Nogla’s skin from the heat. Dumb as always, Nogla gave a owlish blink, tilting his head to the side curiously.

“Eh? What’s that supposed to mean?”

“It means you’re my match, you idiot!” His mouth really needed to learn to take a fucking break. His chest heaved from the shout, hating how many eyes and cameras and lights were on them. He wanted to curse himself for making Nogla’s mouth drop open in surprise, proving he hadn’t a clue about their potential match. Which meant the idiot didn’t even see Tyler as a possibility, which was just a kick in the dick-

“Are ya making fun of me because I like you?” The question derailed Wildcat’s thoughts, and he stared at the slight pout that Nogla now wore. “Cause I already told the guys ye wouldn’t want a guy like me, so if this is some sorta bet or something…”

“Since when have you liked me? You never told me shit.” Tyler asked, and Nogla sighed with more annoyance than he should ever be allowed.

“Ya, obviously. Why would I wanna get rejected by my match?”

“Wait, you knew?”

“Yup! First week, it was kind of obvious. I got all these butterflies looking at you, but nobody else. You’re weird and rude, and I like how funny you are when you make fun of the others.” Nogla scratched his temple with his free hand, the other still holding Wildcat’s face. “Don’t like it much when you do it to me, but I think that’s how you flirt so it’s okay cause you do it alot! Made me feel pretty special.”

“Jesus, what is my life?” Tyler’s shoulders deflated, but even with his irritation, he felt his heart lighten. Trying to cover his hint of a smile when noticing the cameras still watching them, Tyler huffed, rolling his eyes. “We’re going into the scan tonight; if we’re a match, the next date is ours.”

“Fuck the rest of us, right?” Brian’s shout from the balcony of the house had the rest of the castmates laughing, and Tyler flipped him off long enough that he knew the editors were going to hate him.

“Yeah! Let’s go on a date.” But when Nogla laughed and dived forward to tackle Tyler (despite Wildcat shouting in protest) onto the grass in a hug, Wildcat forgot the rest of the house. The show, the money, getting revenge of Panda- none of it mattered.

Wildcat hadn’t wanted to find his match, but maybe he was okay that he did.

And there ya go! Thank you very much, let me know what you think, and go say happy birthday to Kihorri! <3

#Daithi De Wildcat #Daithi De Nogla #I Am Wildcat #<3 #Happy birthday Kihorri!#Hope you liked #Probably a mess cause I don't write them often #but you liked them so #Enjoy!

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love-kazin · 4 years

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First Time

Genre: established relationship, smut.

Pairing: Lee Junho x Reader (female).

Warnings: mature content.

Word count: 3.210.

REQUESTED.

The usual movie-date night was going very well and common, until Junho distracted you from the film with a more interesting activity. You felt ready for him.

-x-

The movie you both decided to watch was indeed interesting, but it could never beat Junho's pecks on your shoulder.

"Jun... the movie..."

"I rather focus on you, babe."

This man truly knows how to destabilize you. And it wasn't something you didn't liked. After all, his soft lips always made your body burns and wants more, and he never failed in fulfill your wishes. His hot breath making you squirm on the couch, his open-mouthed kisses climbing to your neck and his hand turning your face to him. His intense gaze was the final part of the combo that got you worked up. Those moments always leads you both to a heated make-out session, and you could live like that.

Ok, so maybe not that much.

You'd be lying if you said you didn't saw the way Junho gets every time you stop the moment. He doesn't show any objections, of course. Junho is a decent guy and respects you all the time. That's why he always excuses himself and goes to the bathroom, returning with a kinda wet and cold face. And even when you don't wanna look, your eyes disobey and sees that he's the one worked up.

Sometimes you could feel how he was prepared. But it never happened like now.

You were laid on the couch with Junho hovering your whole body. His right hand supporting his own weight, while the left one started to caress your waist above the shirt. Your legs were around your boyfriend and you kissed him like he was the last bottle of water on a sand desert. The living room could combust at anytime because of the fire between the couple, and suddenly, just kisses wasn't enough. So your body felt the need to pull Junho closer. More specifically your legs. Doing that, his crotch founds yours, making you both moan with the pleasure wave that rushed through your bodies.

And this was the first time you both moaned in front of each other. About kisses, you could say you were kinda an expert, because you kissed Junho so many times, also trying to fulfill your desire for him. But things stopped there. Always. Knowing that, Junho was the one who stopped the make-out session this time.

"This was... I think we crossed a line..."

He was now realigning himself on the couch. Plump and red lips, breathless, messy, spectacular. And you needed more of that. More of him, entirely. At the same time, you were debating with yourself, because it was visible - at least for you - how much you wanted that man, but you never did anything post-kiss. You never crossed the line. Not with him, not with anyone. But you knew he did. Lots of times. Junho was really easy-going, good looking, charming and flirtatious. He used all his advantages to win your heart. And you see every time you go out how people look at him. It was really easy to fall for him. Or want him.

This always makes you kinda freak-out. You're also very good looking and easy-going, but you tend to be shy with people you don't know. Or situations you never passed before. Just like sex. What if he doesn't like to do it with you? And if you do something wrong? Lord, you turned into a shy armadillo whenever he appears shirtless! How could you ever see him naked? Or worst, he seeing you in your glory! Nothing wrong with your bodies, but you would be so red naked with him. Just like a tomato. But you also never felt connected with someone like you felt with Junho. So if it was to have a first time with someone, this person should be him.

"Excuse me a moment, I need to use the bathroom."

You sit on the couch and held his forearm. It was now or never.

"Jun... I wanna... Keep going..."

His whole face turned into a surprised one. Molding to a concerned right after.

"Are you sure? We don't need to if you don't feel like. I've always respected your choices and I'll keep doing it."

"I really want it. It's just... How can I say that?"

The redness in your cheeks could be felt, and Junho looking at you with penetrating eyes wasn't helping at all.

"Don't be shy, babe. Talk to me."

"Jun... I've never did... That. I never went forward."

He was kinda speechless. Till a shy smile appear.

"So, you're saying that... If we do it, I'm gonna be your first?"

You just nodded and looked at your hands on your lap.

"And... Do you really wanna do it? Like, with me? You want me to be your first one?"

"The only thing I have sure right now is that I want it. I want you."

He let out a brief breath as response. His bright smile and the redness in his cheeks made you giggle.

"So, if you allow me to love you..."

Your heart skipped a beat thinking about what was about to happen while Junho pecked your lips. Holding your hand, he turned off the TV and made the way to the bedroom. Closing the door, he moved till your back was pressed against his chest. His mouth dropped to your shoulder, your hair being moved away to give more allowance. Nipping at your skin and licking it, Junho started to raise your shirt, but so slow that made you impatient. Removing it yourself, you turned to face him. He bite his own lip and pull you closer.

"Don't rush or I might have an heart attack."

You giggled and captured his smile in a kiss. Junho's hands were on your hair while you devoured his lips, your favorite thing to do. Your fingers made their way to the hem of his thin shirt, climbing with the fabric, breaking the contact of your lips to pass it through his head. Now you were the one nipping at your own lip seeing and touching his abdomen and chest. At that moment, you couldn't see his almond eyes closing to enjoy the feeling. Your arms stopped around his neck, making him look at you.

"Hold on, babe."

His strong arms went to the back of you thighs, making you jump and circle his waist with your legs not to fall. Junho walked with you like that till the large bed. Making you both comfortable, his mouth went to your clavicles, setting aside the bra strap, but never taking it off. Kissing your chest above your lingerie, looking at your eyes, made you feel a whole new wave of pleasure. But making you nervous while his kisses went down and down, all over your stomach, until he reached your shorts.

"Can I?"

With a nod, you allowed him to leave you only on your black underwear. The shyness was there, but it became so small when he looked at you with those burning and lustful eyes. Junho raised your leg to his face, beginning a trail of kisses since your shin to your inner thigh, making you feel electric sparkles. Smirking, he climbed all the way to your neck, whispering on your ear.

"You're so beautiful that I wanna frame this image on my mind forever."

That gave you a power you didn't knew you had, and you just turned the positions, climbing in his lap and making him sit with you. With a boost of courage, you took off your own bra, looking expectantly at him. But he was frozen.

"Jun? Did I make something wrong?"

"You could never... I'm just mesmerized..."

Your face looked like a red pepper. He chuckled and you hit his arm.

"Don't say those things... I'm shy..."

"I can't hold it, you look so good... And it feels so right to have you in my arms."

You kissed him, lustfully, inebriating his organism, until there wasn't more oxygen to breath. He then started to mark your neck, lightly, and you grinded yourself on his crotch, making his breath hitch and your waist be squeezed to continue. Your hands were pulling his black and soft hair while he trailed off to your breast, making you moan his name.

"Junho... You're wearing too much clothes."

He chuckled and looked at your face.

"Feeling impatient, huh?"

Seconds later, you were kneeled on the mattress looking at him on the floor, removing slowly his own pants, being covered only by his white boxer, making it possible to see him hard. You couldn't say if the hot sensation in your face was because you were shy or if it was because you'd combust looking at the masterpiece in front of your eyes.

While he climbed again on the grey sheets, you laid so he could lay inside your legs once again. The feeling of his warm body against your own was making you lose your sanity, and his tongue working on your nipple wasn't helping. He's so good that you didn't realize his hand moving to your panties. Oh, but you did felt his fingers pressing your clit.

At that moment, it was a lot of Junho for you to handle, but you could never get enough.

"Hmm, more..."

"All for you, babe."

His hand went inside your panties and he breathed loudly.

"Did I make you this wet, sweetheart?"

But you couldn't answer because a loud moan escaped from your throat when he moved his fingers through your wetness. Junho started to circle your clit making you whimper and close your eyes as a good sensation ran through your whole body. Slowly, he stopped and licked his fingers, tasting you. It was so hot, it only made it worse to control your desire.

"Please, I want you..."

"You're gonna kill me talking like this..."

While he trailed his mouth against your stomach, he removed the last piece of cloth from your body. Finally, you were completely naked in front of the man you love. Vulnerable and horny. It was kinda weird this new sensation, but you wouldn't rather be in any other way.

Those brown and sharped eyes making you squirm in anticipation. Junho's a teaser. He started with simple pecks around but then he moved to your inner thighs, holding them beside his head, kissing closer and closer slowly. You didn't wanted to vocally ask for something, so you just looked at him trying to show it with your pleaded eyes. He smirked and you felt his tongue on your folds.

How could something be so good? You could melt at anytime, just from him licking and kissing you just right. So gentle. Your whimpers and moans only motivating him to proceed. Oh, but you truly didn't expect him to stick his tongue inside you. It was a whole new world this experience and you were seeing stars. Nothing ever felt so good and surreal.

"Oh, sh- Don't stop..."

He didn't until you were shaking underneath him. In that moment, you could feel his digit inside your center. Since you were relaxed, it didn't hurt. Junho didn't rushed because he didn't wanted to hurt you.

"This is good, babe?"

"Y-yes... You can move."

He rolled his finger, pumping in and out in a calm rhythm, sucking at your clit. Looking at your expressions all the time, he started to introduce a second finger, and this time you whined.

"I'm sorry."

"It's okay, just slow your pace."

Since you were a virgin, your walls were very tight. Plus, it was new to feel fingers that weren't yours and had just begin to know your body. But Junho didn't fail in treating you right, at a pace you could handle. Establishing a steady rhythm, you got used to his movements, back to the pleasure he was giving to you. Everything felt unrealistic. Nobody touched you before Junho but you just couldn't believe it was like this.

"Babe, I need to put another one. Okay?"

You nodded to your boyfriend, shutting your eyes as he inserted a third finger. Ached a little more, but he didn't moved. Instead, you rolled your hips, trying this new thing.

"Are you needy already?"

Chuckling to ease the tension, you did it again, feeling his breath in your wet spot. It wasn't so bad, after all. Junho pumped his digits inside out just to put it back again, over and over, until you moved your body against his hand. Yes, you were needy already. How couldn't you be when your man is making you crazy just from his touch?

A hot wave of pleasure begin, and you felt a tight knot on your stomach ready to be undone.

"Jun, I'm gonna... I'm almost... Oh f-".

"Cum for me, babe."

He pumped just a little faster, licking your clit in a way that made you tremble in seconds. You arched your back and your legs fought to close as you released yourself, but he held them after removing his fingers while drank all of your sweetness. You were dizzy and trying to catch your breath as he climbed all the way up till your neck.

"You taste amazing."

Oh, sweet Lord, you could have another orgasm while he looked disheveled like that, red lips, whispering obscenities against your mouth. The personification of heaven and hell at the same time. Impossible to resist.

His wet fingers playing with your breast reminded that it wasn't over, and if you have reached the paradise, so should your man. Not knowing exactly what to do but definitely wanting to give it a shot, you rolled your bodies till his back found the mattress. Following his steps, you kissed all of his neck, including those tiny dots on his shoulder, going down and sucking at some parts, taking his breath away. As your hand started to rub him above the boxer, he let out the most beautiful sound that you have ever heard.

That thought just lasted until he moaned your name as you freed his member, involving with your right hand. He was thick, and that red tip dripping were driving you insane. You licked your lips imagining it inside your mouth, not fully understanding how could you have such needs since you never did anything like that. But you couldn't go forward. It wasn't on Junho's mind you going down on him that night. He just needed you pinned under him, having the best moment of your life.

"Come here, love."

Straddling his lap, you kissed him lovingly, like the first time. Reaching out to the nightstand, he opened the drawer, picking up a condom package and unrolling in his hard on.

"We're going at your rhythm. If you want me to stop, just said it."

Nodding, your back hit the bed once again, the pillows above your head. Aligned, he looked at you one more time, looking for any signs of doubt, but finding just your blinding smile. He begin to enter you so slowly, trying to ease any pain. Junho's stretching your walls for the first time hurt, yes. But since he prepared you so well and made you feel so relaxed, it wasn't absurd. You clenched involuntarily, making him curse under his breath.

"If you do that again, I'm gonna lose my mind."

"Then lose it. Love me, Junho."

The look he gave you was different from any other. It was a mix of lust, love, fire and care. An electricity ran through his body, making him finally move, afraid of closing his eyes and everything fade away. It was so good to be true.

Going in a calm pace, the pleasure didn't took a long time to take over. One of your legs were around his waist, being caressed by his fingers, while he held your hand above your heads. You peppered each others faces with little pecks, too absorbed in the moment to properly kiss. But the lips did brushed a few times, along with the mix of the hot breath being lacked by the moans and whimpers you both let out.

Being close like this with Junho always sounded unreal in your mind. The level of intimacy so delightful made you think that moment would probably be an hallucination, if it wasn't by Junho's warmth attached to yours.

The man who said two bodies doesn't occupy the same espace should be called a liar because Junho and you were almost molding into just one thing. The love and trust fusing into an inexplicable form of art that would only be shown in the exposition of your minds.

Junho's left hand moved from your thigh to your mouth, his thumb caressing your post-nipped lips. You focused your eyes on his as you opened your lips to lick his finger.

"You're dreamlike."

You rolled your tongue against his digit, making it wet so you could suck it easily. Junho's expression showed that you were doing a god job, so you felt proud and motivated to keep going. Suctioning your cheeks to apply pressure, you put his whole finger inside, letting out with a plop sound.

His smirk made you tremble from head to toe, even more because he used that finger to rub your clit. The wetness helping in moving but giving you a hard time to keep your composure.

"Jun, you feel so good..."

Boosting his ego, he accelerated the pace, making you moan his name, close to your second orgasm.

"Do you like it?"

"I love it. Don't stop."

He could feel your walls clenching around him and your body shaking. The droplets of sweat from your bodies making the scene look dirty but oh, so unbelievable good. You tried to hold yourself, but it was impossible with that man whispering against your mouth.

"C'mon, love, let it all go."

If he could only stop the time to enjoy the scene of your open mouth moaning his full name, your teeth slowly biting at your bottom lip, your back arching and your legs closing and locking him between them, he would. It was so much to handle, he couldn't last any longer.

Shutting his eyes and whimpering beautifully, he squeezed your hand, calling you out so many times you've lost count. Junho cumming was the prettiest masterpiece you have ever saw in your entire life.

Holding him closer, trying to catch your breath, you both chuckled.

"That was..."

"Spectacular."

After a while, he removed himself from you to get rid of the condom. You were still smiling at the ceiling when he returned with a towel to clean you up.

"Do you need anything else now, babe?"

"Just you. Come here."

"Wow, already? You're fast to recover."

His fake surprise made you laugh and hit his arm.

"Shut up!"

Covering your naked bodies, you laid your head on his toned chest. His heart was beating loudly, and yours did the same. Your relationship was really based on love and trust. You couldn't be with anyone else, because the best person that has ever walked on this planet was holding you like the precious and unique thing you are. Synchronized and staring at each other, you both let out the most genuine feeling you had towards each other.

"I love you."

And nothing else matters.

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alolowrites · 4 years

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Regret

Summary: You thought sleeping with a stranger would help you cope with your heartbreak. You come to regret this decision months later.

Author’s note: Not sure why I felt the need to write something so angsty, but here we are! Thank you all for the enormous response I received for Hands Off. Y’all made me cry (but it was the good kind). More stories to come!

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You had to end this.

It can’t go on.

You were just asking to be killed if you continued down this path.

Be the mature one and end this madness—

You lost all sense of reasoning the moment Dabi kicked open the door to your hotel room and shoved you inside with him. His hands seized your thighs, hoisting you up and slamming you against the thin wall. His lips devoured you as if he finished a year-long journey trekking through the Sahara desert; you were the only thing that could quench his thirst and you obliged without a second thought.

As Dabi’s mouth ravaged your vulnerable neck, your hands desperately clutched his dark blue coat to hold yourself still. You bit your tongue to hold back a whine and you shut your eyes closed to think about how you ended up here.

Not in the hotel room, per se, but here—in this complicated, chaotic, yet exhilarating relationship with Dabi. He was a creature of the night who roamed the quiet streets without fear. You first crossed paths with him when you went out for drinks with your girlfriends. You were young, lively, and decided to let loose by staying out until the early morning hours.

You might have also caught your boyfriend’s naked body canoodling with some whore underneath the sheets at his apartment. Apparently he had been screwing around with her behind your back for months.

“Not even days, but for months!” You remembered wailing at your friends. You drowned your sorrows with five tequila shots, each sting barely lessening the pain of your broken heart. Your throat was sore, but you didn’t care; it was probably sore from your frenzied screeches thrown at your ex-boyfriend.

‘That slime bastard,’ you mentally growled as you shot up from your seat. The chair shrieked against the floor and you wobbled to the bathroom to quickly freshen up…and to also vomit out the alcohol tainting your bloodstream. As the cool water trickled between your fingers, your eyes blankly stared at your reflection: dirty, drunk and depressed as hell.

Marching out of the bathroom, you harshly bumped into someone and almost fell. Your hand grabbed the person’s gnarled, wrinkled arm—an odd sensation, really, but maybe the alcohol was messing with your head—and stupidly gaped at them. Bright, turquoise eyes gazed right back at you; they appeared to be extremely bored, but hidden between the lines you saw a tiny sign of curiosity.

“Surprised you’re all alone,” a deep, masculine voice drawled. He cocked his head to the right. “Thought you girls went to the bathroom together?”

“I’m a big girl, I can handle myself,” you scoffed as your legs caved in, making you stumble forward.

“You sure about that?” He asked while dangerously leaning his amused face closer to yours. A wolfish grin appeared in your sight, mocking you in every way. Furiously, you pushed him against the wall and feverishly attacked his lips. The man matched your energy before turning it up a notch by groping your ass. You were sexually frustrated, irritated, and distraught about what happened to you hours ago. So you blissfully whined with each touch that enflamed your skin; you wanted to forget about your pathetic life and become drunk with pleasure that this man was generously giving you.

How you two ended up naked in a random hotel room was a mystery. The only thing you did remember was his name, Dabi, and the piece of paper he tossed you with his phone number written on it.

Since that night, you two continued with your lewd affairs for months. He was the embodiment of sin and pleasure. The forbidden fruit that your parents warned you about. The pandora box that should never have been opened by your curious fingers. Yet you ignore all the warning signs because you needed him to recover from the pain. Yes, that was how you justified this wild rollercoaster ride, but is was ride you needed to get off now.

Dabi’s sharp teeth harshly bit your neck and you yelped. “Careful!”

“Sorry,” he apologized without a hint of remorse. There was a cocky smirk on his face and you felt like slapping it away. After months of sleeping together, he knew what buttons to push to provoke you—biting your neck was just one of them. You also knew how to excite him as well, but that was not the point anymore.

As months went by, so did the growing news reports about the League of Villains. Rumors spread about them and your ears perked up on one specific person. A mass murderer who burnt his victims to a crisp and left them rotting in the streets.

He was a villain, a monster, a dangerous man who was currently consuming your mouth right now.

Dabi pulled you away from the wall and tossed your body onto the bed. The mattress creaked as he crawled on top of you, his hands rushing down to your waist. You momentarily lost yourself in the searing kiss, enjoying how his fingers teasingly crawled up underneath your shirt—

No. No, get off now! GET OFF NOW!

“Stop” you muffled between the kiss. Your hands pushed him back to give yourself some space. “Dabi, stop, stop, stop! I’m being serious.”

“What now?” He huffed while looking annoyed that you paused your heavy make-out session. You glared at his reaction. “Seriously, doll face, what’s up with you?”

“I can’t do this anymore,” you confessed and shakily wiggled out of his grasp. You struggled to find your belongings in the darkness as you raked a nervous hand through your hair. Dabi’s lazily sat up on the bed and watched you move around.

“I thought we were having fun here, doll face? I thought you wanted this?”

You scowled, furiously aiming your finger at his direction. “That was before I realized who you were!”

He remained quiet before saying: “You saw the news, huh?”

“Of fucking course I did!” He didn’t even flinch. His eyes blankly stared back at you and it was those very same eyes which have witness the depths of hell. “And here I was screwing around with—with you! A person who murdered people. A person who can kill me at any moment and I slept with you!”

You wanted to vomit and it wasn’t because of the alcohol this time.

“I’m leaving,” you muttered, storming towards the door before he could stop you. Dabi laughed at your withering state and leaned back on the bed.

“You know you can’t leave me.”

“Watch me.”

“You’ll come crawling back,” he taunted at you. Your hand froze against the doorknob and Dabi gleefully smiled at this. “You’ll keep coming back for more. I can see it in your eyes, they reveal so much about you, doll face. You need me. Deny all you want, but you’ll see me again.”

You fought back your tears and escaped from the room, never looking back at him.

Dabi collapsed on the bed with a ghostly smirk on his lips.

“She’ll come back…”

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