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#i am so tired and kind of still recovering from burn out even after vacation
diathadevil · 3 years
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first legitimate FE3H fan art I make and of COURSE it's a meme redraw.
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ramp-it-up · 3 years
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...And Forever
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Pairing: Steve Rogers x Enhanced!Reader; Bucky Barnes x Enhanced!Reader
AU: MCU A/U, after TFATWS
Warnings: 18+ Only, Minors DNI. SMUT! Read at your own risk. Alternate MCU facts/timeline, lies, cursing, angst,  oral, (F, M receiving) fingering, spit play rank kink, size kink, unprotected sex (wrap it up!), sex on a pool table, semi-public sex, a special surprise, stalker-ish behavior, almost Dark!Steve? Not Beta’d. All errors my own.
A/N: I am an MCU nerd but not a timeline detail gal. Please forgive me if the timeline is off. This is an alternate universe and a work of fiction. Please have fun with it! This is the second part to Always.  Enjoy!
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You opened your eyes to see that you were in what looked like a break room. There was a coffee machine, a round table with five chairs, a row of lockers, two Captain Americas, and a Winter Soldier.
There was some strange conversation going on.
“Then who gave me the shield at the lake…?”  
Sam was questioning Steve, but he stopped talking when you started moving around.  You must have still been in the wedding venue, because you saw the name of the historic building on various items in the room. 
You scowled up at Sam, Bucky and Steve.
You moved to sit up and Steve was at your side. “Easy…”
“Sweetheart, are you okay?”
You squinted at Steve. His hair was shorter and he was clean shaven, but he was still gorgeous. Those blue eyes were full of concern. 
You raised your hand, and he held it, holding it and caressing it as you raised it to his face.
“Is it really you?”
Steve smiled ruefully at you. “Yeah, it’s me.”
You held his cheek and looked at him, bringing your other hand up to the other side of his face. He smiled at you. 
You grabbed him and hugged him hard, and then pulled back again as he held you in his arms. He moved back and pursed those ruby red lips. 
You had this irresistible urge to...slap the shit out of him. And so you did.
The sound reverberated in the room. Steve just stared up at you, with that fucking beautiful face, and then smiled, rubbing his jaw as if it hurt. 
But you knew it didn’t. And you were tired of the bullshit.
Sam and Bucky moved to calm you down, but you were too quick for them, pacing to the other side of the room. 
“All of you can stay the hell away from me. Y’all have some fuckin nerve. Especially you, Steven.”  
Your Houston accent was shining through with your anger.
“Wow, Sweetheart, that was harsh. But I wouldn’t expect anything less.”
You pointed at Steve.
“Fuck you.” 
You were seething, especially when he raised his eyebrow at your comment. But he quickly fixed his face when he saw the rage on yours. You looked at Sam, who just looked down, and at Bucky, who looked like he was in pain.  
Fuck thier feelings.
“I deserve your anger. I didn't tell…” Steve tried it. 
“You don’t deserve a got damn thing. Not even my anger.” 
Steve was stone faced at your vitriol. You were shaking, trying to control your emotions and not cry.  You were so hot. You fought to keep your voice steady.
“I thought you were dead.” It came out as a ragged whisper. But you knew everyone heard you.
Your voice was low, even, and scary. Bucky looked at you with wide eyes. Your own were brimming with tears.
“I thought you were dead and that they didn’t want to tell me.” 
You waved your hand at Bucky and Sam. And you waited until Steve looked you in the eyes again. 
“I thought you were in prison, that someone, on some alien star, forced you to play some sick gladiator games. Or that HYDRA was still around and they turned you into an agent for them. Or that you lost your memory in the blip. So many scenarios played in my mind, Steven.”
Steve knew better than to talk. This was his time to listen.
“But I never ever once thought that you chose this. Never thought it was your choice to leave and to stay away.”
“Listen…” Sam started speaking.
“Shut the fuck UP, Samuel.” 
If you had Bucky’s knives, all of them would be seriously injured right now.  
“You knew that he was alive and you didn’t tell me. Despite me begging for any kind of information.”  
Sam just pursed his lips and returned your glare.  You were right.
You went and stood in front of Bucky.
“James…” 
He looked at you, those pained eyes making your stomach flip.  
“How could you?  You knew?”
He just stared at you. Retreating into not speaking.
Steve spoke up.
“Yes, I left. Yes, it was my choice.  I thought I could… Well, let’s just say that hindsight is 20/20 and you can’t ever go back. I swore Sam and Buck to secrecy and I asked them to take care of you.  This all just got out of hand.  Didn’t it Buck?”
You watched Steve in disbelief and you swiveled your head toward Bucky and Sam again.
“You both lied to me. And Sam. Did you tell Steve to come back and ruin my life?”
Sam scoffed, offended. “No. I didn’t. S.H.I.E.L.D gave Steve quarterly updates.  You and Bucky happened so fast…” 
You ignored his explanation.
“But you knew exactly where he’d gone.”
“Yes.” Sam was cornered.
You turned back to Bucky. 
“I asked you a question earlier. Did you know?”
He nodded, imperceptibly.  “Doll… I…”
“James Buchanan Barnes. You knew?” Your heart was breaking even more than it was.
“Yes, but it’s complicated. He didn’t come back, at least not the way he left, and I thought it was a done deal. I thought he found…”
You interrupted him. 
“What. Happiness?” 
You turned back to Steve. “Is that what you were looking for, Steve? Happiness?”
“Sweetheart, you made me happy, I just had the chance to finally settle some unfinished business.”
You nodded.
“So James here took advantage of your little vacation to get with his best friend's girl while you explored your other options. Cool.”
It was not cool.
“Do you remember when you asked me if you could trust me, Steve?”  
He just gave a little smile and came to stand before you, looking down at you in that way of his.  He was trying to shake you. You were unshakeable. You raised your chin and looked right in his eyes.
“What you don’t understand is that you can’t pick and choose the pieces of life that you want, Steven.” 
You moved away from all of them. Steve stepped toward you, but stopped when you held up your hand.
“I’ve lived my life for everyone else, for this country, for as long as I can remember.  I deserve a little piece of life, Sweetheart.”  
Steve really believed what he was saying.
“What about me? Do I get a choice?”
Steve looked around at his two best friends, who were now best friends, and his best girl.
“You’re right. I think you should. You should choose.”
Your mouth hinged open. You spoke at the wall, then looked at Bucky.
“What about you, James? Do I need to choose?”
Bucky walked in front of you
“No Doll. You don’t have to choose.”  
You looked up into his eyes.  Damn, he looked so handsome in his bespoke grey suit that he chose for the wedding. And the tie that you gave him set off his eyes.  
“I just….  I just wanted a piece of happiness too. I knew you were Steve’s girl.”  He took both of your hands in his. 
“I don’t deserve you. When Steve didn’t come back, and you and I connected, I couldn’t help it. I was just going to keep an eye out, but…”
He gave you that cute little side smile of his.  And then he kissed you. It was short and sweet and oh so hot. You looked up at him, shook to the core. And then he ruined it all.
“I love you Doll. It was nice while it lasted.” 
Bucky was giving up. 
You nodded and backed away. Not believing this situation. 
“Ok. I’m making my choice.” 
You raised your chin and looked at Steve and Bucky.
“I’m not some fucking marble that you pass around, play with, and trade with your friend.” 
You took a deep breath.  “I choose me.”
You were gone in a flash, before they could even register it.  And although they ran, they couldn’t catch you before you were out of reach.
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Three months later, you walked through the late August soup of Houston heat to the bar, pausing when you thought you heard footfalls behind you. You used your speed to zip along to Willy’s; you were safe there.
You were back sharking with the best of them.  But your training was put to good use.  You never got burned and you never got caught.  You were making a good living.  
There were a jumble of misfit super humans who had gathered there with you.  You were a leader now. And you were doing well on your own. It was a life.
You already knew he was coming, and maybe that’s why you moved to the back room to play.
You were prepared, but when you felt him, you still lost your breath.  But you recovered quickly, straightening your spine, despite the fact that he was standing so close to you.
You looked at the dartboard on the wall across from you and chalked your cue.
“Don’t you have other things to take care of? Other wheres? Other whens maybe?”
You learned more about time travel since you’d left New York, and you understood more of what happened. 
The Avengers had access to time travel.  If only you could go back… but no. You were stronger than those men.  You could live with your decisions. And move forward.
“No. What I need to take care of is right here. Right now.”  
His deep growl stirred something inside you, and you fought your body, which was becoming moist at his proximity.
You bent over the table, super soldier dick poking you in the ass before you drew your pool cue back sharply into his stomach.  Abs of steel met the cue and nearly broke it.  He just stepped aside and shook his head at you.
You turned your head to look into his aqua blue eyes and you fell in love all over again.  Shit.
You gave up and turned around, leaning back against the pool table, because he wasn’t giving an inch, not moving from your space.
You scanned the room and your people were watching, but keeping your distance. They all knew who he was, and your history. They gave you space, but wouldn’t let you be hurt without a fight. You nodded at them and they all went to the front, giving you more privacy.
He nodded in their direction. 
“People fall under your spell fast, I know that all too well. They trust you.”
You lifted your head. “I’ve never done anything to make them not trust me.”
He sighed.  “Point taken.”
“Why did you come here?  I know that you’ve known where I was. Sam must have told you.” 
“I’ve known where you were. How could I not? I didn’t need Sam to tell me. It’s not like you were trying to hide.”  
He cocked his head at you.
“But the reason that I’m here, now, is that I’ve always been slow at math. And I just put two and two together.”
You smirked up at him. “You’re right. This is home. A leopard doesn’t change her stripes.”
He just chuckled at your evasion.
“You wanna play a game?” 
His eyes followed you, undeterred by your challenge.
You walked around to the other side of the table, leaned over and gathered the balls to be racked. 
You held two in one hand and looked at him.  He smiled and the electricity at the small of your back was everything. He slowly walked around to you as you racked them.
He took in your form (including your ample cleavage) as you bent over the table and your mouth as you said the word, “Break.”
“I’m tired of playing games, Doll. I’m just here to win you back.”
You turned around and faced him, looking up at him, now aware of his smell.  You closed your eyes and inhaled leather and metal. You opened them again and his eyes were blazing.
“James.. I”  
Bucky grabbed your face, hands gently cradling your head, and cut you off with a kiss, his lips gentle at first. Then his hands moved to your hips and lifted you onto the table. He slotted himself in between your thighs, your bodies separated by the same brand of black denim. 
His lips and tongue seemed determined to possess you. Bucky kissed and felt your body like he hadn’t in a lifetime. His hands roamed you like they were starved from touching you. 
Your hands were on his neck and in his hair, relishing the feel of him. You’d  missed him so fucking much. You drew apart, and his breath fanned your face as you two panted together, his forehead resting on yours.
“I am never going to let you go again.”
“James…”
“Hold on Doll, I’ve got to say this.” 
He smiled and gave you another quick peck.  You nodded, solemn.
“I said the wrong thing back in Brooklyn. I don’t care that you were with him first. I don’t care if you think that you might want to be with him. When I fell for you, I fell harder than I ever have. Even from the train.”  
He was whispering the words you wanted to hear months ago, causing you to cry.  But a lot of things caused you to cry lately. 
Bucky smiled at you, his eyes crinkling in that adorable way that you loved. You opened your mouth to speak and he kissed you, silencing you again. You responded with a smile. He continued.
“I know that you think that I folded and just gave up on you on our wedding day. I was just thinking that I don’t deserve you. Especially next to Steve.  I mean, you won’t find a better man.  But in the time since, I’ve realized, even though it’s hard. I’m a good man too.”
“You are, James…”
“You helped me come to terms with everything that’s happened. Sam has helped me deal with everything I did...and I’m not perfect, and neither are you, but we can be perfect for each other.”  
You nodded, smiling a little.
“I’m in love with you and I deserve you. You deserve me. We deserve each other.  And I’m not saying this because I think you saved me. But you are the strongest woman I know, enough to be with me when I am weak. I figured out that I can be strong for you too. I have to be now. I am so sorry that I let you walk away. But I’m not going to let you out of my sight now, even if you don’t want to be with me.  But I am asking you, again. Be my family. Make one with me. Choose me.”
You shook your head as tears fell from your eyes.
“James Barnes, there was never ever any choice. It’s you. It will be you. Forever.”
Bucky let out a sigh of relief and started kissing you all over your face, down your neck and into your cleavage.
“I was scared shitless, Doll! I love you so much,…”
You kissed him now, your hands under his jacket, slipping it off his shoulders. Next, you went under his shirt, feeling his nipples, playing with them as he shuddered. Then your hands went up to one cold shoulder and one warm, grasping them as he ground his hard jeans covered crotch into yours.
“Too many clothes.”
You ended up helping him pull his shirt over his head. You trailed your hand back down his abs to the button on his jeans.
“I missed you James. My hormones are going crazy, Baby…”  
His eyes got wide as you popped the top button and bit your lip.  Bucky moaned.  He was about to explode just being near you.
“Th-that’s what we need to talk about…”
“Talk later. Fuck. Now.”
Bucky looked over your shoulder to the other room. To his surprise, the door was now closed.
“Wow, they…”
You hopped down from the table and got on your knees in front of him.
“You gonna let me suck your dick or not James?”
He looked down at you smirking up at him and could feel himself leaking in his jeans.  Three months of his hand had been torture, thinking of you.  
It seemed as if he unfastened and pulled himself out without knowing.  For a moment he feared mind control. 
But it was just love and lust.
You grasped him, testing his girth and admiring how your fingers did not meet around his cock.  
“Mmmmmmmm,” you moaned while you thumbed his tip, collecting the pre-cum and lubricating him as you pumped.
He stared at you, slack jawed and sexy as he watched you.  He reached down and put his hand in your hair, massaging your scalp.
You commanded him. “Eyes on me, Sergeant.”
Bucky locked eyes with you and watched as you licked your lips, opened your mouth, and spit on his cock.
“Fuck.”
You pumped him a couple of times before you opened wide and took him as deep as you could, relishing the feel of his wide, smooth, hard unit in your mouth.  You pulled off of him with a pop.
“Damn I missed this dick.” 
Then you deep throated him again, making Bucky have to hold on to the side of the pool table as he held your head while you spluttered around him.
“And I missed your pretty little mouth, Doll. Damn.”  He watched as you did it a few more times.
When you looked up and  he saw your ruined face, Bucky went feral.
He pulled you up by your shirt, pulling it over your head and wiping your face with it.  Then he kissed you.
“Fucking love how you do that, Doll.”  
He started kissing down your chest, pulling your breasts out of your bra, pinching and rolling your nipples gently, a little more carefully than usual. He looked at you knowingly as you squirmed in pleasure.
“I’ve been doing my research.”  
Then, he leaned down and suckled them with that mouth until you almost came, writhing in his arms. Bucky unbuttoned your pants and pulled them down, kneeling, and staring up at you as you leaned against the green felt table.
You stepped out of your jeans and panties and watched as his flesh hand glided from your ankle to your ass, palming it and then sliding back down as he lifted your thigh on his shoulder.  You shuddered as you could feel his breath on your cunt.
“I’ve been dreaming of this.”  
His eyes held yours as he leaned in for a kiss, then a long wet lick of your cunt.  You grabbed his brown hair as his blue eyes hypnotized you and as he ate you out. When his metal fingers came up, whirring, you started begging.
“Please, James…please…please…..”
He laughed, mouth still fucking your pussy. He pulled away, chin glistening with your juices. His fingers began pumping inside you, the vibration driving you up the wall.
“Are you begging me to stop, or to continue, Doll? Talk to me.”
“Unnnh, unnnnh, oooohhh shittttt. Don’t ever stop.” 
And then you came all over his face,  Bucky slurping it up happily.  He stood up, taking you with him and maneuvering you so that you could feel his thick tip at your hole before it breached you. 
Bucky’s cock stretched you out and made you see stars as you slid down his thick pole while he was standing up, pumping inside you as he deposited you on the table.
You wrapped around him like a vine as he held you, cock pounding from the feeling of being inside you again. He pulled back to kiss you again.  He was grunting in his throat as he tried to speak.
“Fuck you feel so good...Fair warning, Doll. I’m not going to last. Been too long.”
You let go of him, and leaned back on the felt, arms braced behind you as you replied, “Just fuck me James.”
Bucky took in your body, from where you were connected up your torso to your breasts and the beautiful fucked out look on your face and started moving.
“Fuck, fuck, fuckkk.”  You took him, looking down to see the impossible stretch.
“Yeah, look at that. Looks and feels so damn good, doesn’t it, Doll? How the fuck are you so… so… fucking… tight….?”
“Yes, fuck, James, FUCKKKKK.”
All nerves were in your cunt as you went down to your elbows, and then to your back flat on the slate table, pool balls going everywhere.
Bucky pulled your hips off the table and really started digging in, hips snapping at a frenzied pace as his metal hand slid down your body. You could tell that he was almost there.
“Cum with me Doll.” 
When that metal thumb touched your clit, it was over.  You came as soon as you felt his white hot ropes of cum drench your walls. You closed your eyes for just a second, and then opened your eyes wide.
‘Why am I curled up on a pool table after being fucked by my 106 year old fiance? What is life?”
Bucky laughed as he pulled his shirt over his head and helped you off the table. He looked around, going to get you a bottle of water from the vending machine.
“You good?” 
Bucky eyed you as you got your clothes together.  He leaned next to you as he watched you drink the water.
“Baby okay?”
You ducked your head, smiled and grabbed his hand, putting it on your slightly rounded stomach.
“Yeah. I can feel him moving around.  Can you feel that?”  
Bucky just stared at his hand, then at your face.
“Not really… Him?”  He was astounded.
“That’s normal. I’m gonna be able to feel him before you can, And yeah, Him.”  
You turned more fully toward Bucky and he took you in his arms.  
“I had all kinds of tests, to make sure that he was okay.  I wanted to know if… if what they did to me would affect…. “ 
You shook your head, then smiled up at Bucky.
“He’s healthy.  I’m 20 weeks. I figured we’d call him Jamie?”  
Bucky beamed at you and nodded. 
“How did you know?”
“Well, I figured out that you didn’t faint at the wedding just because of Steve. Why didn’t you tell me, Doll?”
You rolled your eyes.
“Are you really asking me that question?”  
Bucky blanched and you decided not to be salty. 
“Well, At first, I didn’t want you to feel trapped. I was so happy that you asked me and didn’t know.”  You beamed at him. “ But then…” Your smile faded.
“I’m an idiot, Doll. Forgive me.  It’s me and you. And Jamie. Forever.”  
You two shared the kiss you missed at the altar. It was going to be okay.
“Now, let’s go get some food. I know you’re hungry.”
You laughed as you punched his arm. 
“Ass. But you’re right.” 
You two walked down the street to Ninfa’s Restaurant hand in hand. Bucky turned his head and gave an imperceptible nod as you two passed by an alley/
Steve returned the greeting as he stepped out and watched you and Bucky make your way down the street.
“That’s okay Sweetheart,” he whispered. “Buck’s a good man. But I know you’ll choose me. In another time.”
He walked to the quinjet, which was pointed toward New York.
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vintunnavaa · 3 years
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Its a weird request but can you write a Thomas x Reader where after the story it will motivate me to focus on my work? Like reader is ambitious, goal oriented or something?
I need a fic like that so I can start studying, but I'll give it a try. This was a spontaneous one, and I wrote it after watching The Big Short. I hope you like this...because I'm not too sure about it.
Tommy Shelby x fem!Reader
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Working as a Fund Manager for Shelby Company Limited.
After meeting you the first time, Polly hires you without wasting a second. She is actually stumped that no one is listening to your ideas at your old Company.
Tommy, on the other hand thinks you are a man until he meets you in person. And that meeting might as well had been your toughest interview ever.
But you didn't bow down, replying every question thrown in your direction with complete confidence.
"I plan to earn a lot of money. Money I'll use to vacation in Seychelles and buy an obscene amount of diamonds with." You had finally told Tommy before leaving his office, certain you had the job.
Your intention was clear; earn money while you could, then live the rest of your life like a voluptuary. Presently, Shelby Company was one of the biggest companies in the country, and the biggest in Birmingham. Until you were there, you planned to take the company to such heights that the whole America begged you to work for it.
At your workplace, you really admired your boss Tommy Shelby, and regarded his success story be a perfect blend of opportunity and determination. His shady undertakings barely concerned you, for you believed that as long as there was money and you were safe, it's source didn't matter.
While working with him in the office, you would get so invested in your work that you would unconsciously pick up his burning cigarettes from the tray or take a sip from his whisky glass. If he noticed, he didn't object.
"You're married?" He asked one night while you both were on a cigarette break.
"No. And possibly won't be for a long time."
"No one in Birmingham is man enough for you?" He asked sardonically.
You blew out smoke and smiled, "It isn't that simple."
He furrowed his brows in question. You looked at him to explain your no-marriage stance, the lit cigarette carefully held between your fingers.
"No matter how intellectual a man is, he'll never be comfortable with his wife working late nights with other men. He'll always think I'm doing it for money, when I'm actually doing it for myself."
Taking a drag of the cigarette, you said, unabashed and impenitent. "I know I am smart, perhaps the smartest. But after I get married, it won't be of any use. I'll have to look after my house and family for the rest of my life."
"And what's wrong with that?" He asked.
"Nothing. But I don't want that kind of life. Unless, of course, the man is modern enough to let me work and stay at home himself."
He chuckled dryly. "Congratulations on your freedom."
"What the fuck is this?" Tommy demanded one day while you were typing in the portfolio of records and documentation related to the investments and transactions of the Company. You looked at the document he had slammed on your desk and leaned back on your chair to smile complacently at him.
"This is your golden ticket. While your business advisor was too busy doing whatever he does, I realised your company still has a lot of money in the New York Stock Exchange. So, I decided to short against the market."
He raised his eyebrows as he flipped the pages of the file. "You're certain it will crash?"
"It's overvalued. Presently, 350 dollars per share against the 50 dollars in 1922. Betting against the market will make you lot of money, Mr. Shelby."
He sighed, but didn't admit you were right. Neither did his eyes shine with pride. "All right. I'll tell Michael."
"I may be overstepping, but your cousin-" You began hesitatingly.
"Do your work, and let me deal with the family matters. All right?" He said curtly, and you nodded in agreement. "Of course."
"And send me a copy of your notes." His retreating back told you, and you smiled to yourself.
But despite your warnings, and much to your consternation, he held on and consequentially lost close to a million in the crash.
You wanted to shout and curse, even wanted to quit, but instead channeled your energy into something useful and decided to work out a way to get the company out of the problem.
You spent hours going through the company ledger, kept in touch with the brokers through international calls, drew up possible ideas to keep the company from sinking. One would think you were working for your own company.
A part of you wanted to stop working so hard. It was almost a lost cause, because the company had lost all the legitimate money and building it up without any externally help would be very difficult. But over time, the barely legitimate, backstreet razor gang had formed a place for itself in your list of goals. Perhaps a certain man had too...but you didn't let that bother you too much.
Meanwhile, the owner worked late too. But you soon realised he was conjuring up extremely dangerous ideas to recover his losses, a move which encouraged you to strive harder at building up a plan.
One night, after you had finally prepared your documents, you almost barged inside Tommy's office, bristling with energy.
"You're doing illegal business, aren't you?" The reproachful words left your mouth before you could stop yourself and he narrowed his eyes at you.
"Don't worry. Your job is safe." He said flatly.
Ignoring the jibe, you continued with your original speech. "Mr. Shelby, after the crash, lots of people are selling stocks at much lower prices. I think you should use this opportunity to invest in oil and real estate. Both of them are a necessity, required by the commonest of men. I can promise you it will be a profitable deal."
He stared at you for a moment, then rubbed the space between his eyes. "All the legitimate money is lost, (Y/N)." He sounded defeated, and your heart went out for him.
Smiling brightly, you said, 'What am I here for, then? I can make it appear legitimate. That way you won't have to-" work with dangerous people. You thought but didn't say.
He looked momentarily interested. "What?"
"Be stingy in giving me my salary." You said finally. Sighing, you said, "Look, you chose to ignore my advice once. Now you don't have anything to lose. Give me a chance."
In response, he got up from his chair and picked up his coat from the back of the chair.
"Come with me. I need to talk to you." He said as he shrugged on his coat.
"Sure. But won't you look at it once?" You asked, your eyes pleading.
He looked at you, and you saw the grudging respect you had always wanted to see in his eyes. "I trust you, (Y/N)." His voice was tired and soft.
You swallowed, and asked, "Mr. Shelby, are you all right?"
But instead of answering you, he rested his hands on the sides of your waist, and pulled you closer. You stiffened, confused. But when he bend closer in your direction, you turned away from the surprise kiss.
"No. Please." You said stiffly.
He sighed, and moved away from you, his jaw clenched.
"Don't take this the wrong way. It's just that you're my boss, and I really want this job." You rushed to explain, feeling bad about rejecting an advance for the first time.
"Yeah." He muttered.
Inhaling deeply, you said, "You're good. And I like you. But considering the fact that I work for you, I cannot do this."
"Don't make me want to fire you." Was all he said before exiting his office, leaving you with a shy, but wide grin on your face.
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↳ right on tide | seokjin x reader | 16.5k | oneshot | 18+  genre: smut, crack, angst & a little fluff, e2l, coworker au warnings: near death experiance (drowning), oral sex (m+f), fingering, swearing, praise 
❝ as a passionate surfer instructor at one of the most glamour’s vacation resorts there were two things you hated. bad weather and kim seokjin. jin always steals your summer hook ups, leaving you in a dry spell for the whole summer each year the two of you work on the resort. this time, you decided things would be different, this time, you would get revenge. ❞
note: this is my late bangtan boardwalk fanfic finally seeing the light. I want to thank everyone who encouraged me and a speciall thank you to @spicykoreantatertots​, Hannah, who helped me beta read it. without you, this would have been a hot mess. enjoy! 
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Laying on the beach, you listen as the waves hit the shore, the sound comforting as you try to relax. Kim f-ing Seokjin was arriving at the island today, two weeks after everyone else because, why not? As far as you're concerned, this just meant two weeks of not having to deal with his ass.
Being passionate about surfing, you were blessed to be able to have a job as a surfing instructor during the summer. A nice break from the rest of the year that was spent at university. The summer was the highlight of every year because you were able to share your passion with others. Teaching beginners how to surf as well as giving more experienced surfers tips. Your workplace was a famous vacation resort set by the beach, surrounded by small islands. Attracting all kinds of people, but mostly middle aged singles looking for a good time. 
These first two weeks of your summer, however, had been a little different. With Jin gone, you had to step in and cover some of his shifts, which you honestly didn’t mind. Diving had always been something you’d find relaxing. You loved to be able to watch the ocean underneath the waves as well as on top of them. Seeing entire ecosystems flourish and live peacefully, even if there was a storm raging on the surface. It always seemed to be quiet down in the sea.
That’s why you didn’t mind taking some of Jin’s shifts. Having missed diving and seeing the ocean from below, it was a win. Well, besides all the extra workouts you got from working double shifts. Your body, that was happy whenever you walked instead of taking the bus, was untrained and not ready for such intense exercise. Your muscles were sore, and you thanked God for the waves being too high to ride today. Giving you a day to rest and recover. To let go of your worries. 
This year, you wouldn’t let Kim Seokjin ruin your summer. That you were sure of. You had packed all of your most daring outfits. Swallowing all of your insecurities, this year would be the year that Jin wouldn’t get in the way of your hook ups.
He was always so shameless about it, stealing them right in front of your eyes. The first few times he had done it, you were convinced the boy was gay. So, you went after a girl that, just like the guys, eventually left your side to go with him.
What was annoying about it though, was that he always waited until the end of the evening before making his move. Stealing them at the very last minute. Not giving you a chance to find someone else.
This year, however, you had a plan. A plan to ruin your enemy’s mischiefs for good. This year, your dry summer spell will end. This year, you will get revenge.  
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Jin’s first week back, things are as usual. He flirts with and gets together with everyone, leaving you to feel like a plastic bag that’s just floating in the air while nobody cares about the environment. So, you just keep on floating, never getting picked up.
In all fairness, you barely tried. Too tired after work and your mood was instantly brought down at the sight of Jin. Why did someone so handsome have to be so cruel to you? 
You were even convinced that one time he brought you a drink at the last party was some kind of apology for being dick. Only for him to scare away the cute girl you were talking to.
“What? She obviously had a boyfriend. I really did you a favour.” Was his response when you confronted him about it. What a dick. 
“Please don’t ever come near me again. I don’t even want to breathe the same air as you right now!” You angrily shouted as you stomped your foot before walking away from him. 
Jin chuckled as you walked away. God his crush was a maniac. He could have chosen to like literally anybody else. Yet, every summer he came back, he couldn't help but to be drawn towards you. More and more so for every time you annoyingly rolled your eyes at him. He couldn't help but to think you were adorable.
After the first month of the summer had passed, your boss gathered around all team leaders for a quick meeting. Wanting to check the progress of each department. Making sure things were going smoothly. Your boss was not at any fault for having these meetings, but it did mean you had to spend time with Jin. Which… you weren’t excited about it, considering how mad you were at him for his behaviour at the last party. 
“Y/n! how is it going for our new guests?” Your boss asks, all eyes shifting towards you. You glance over at Jin. A coy smile on his lips. You wanted to gag at the sight, turning your attention towards your boss. 
Jin was probably really happy about being in the same room as you. Especially when last time you spoke to him, you said you didn’t want to breathe the same air as him. Only to be forced to be in the same room as him four days later. 
“Good. Most of them really have a talent for it. I’m fully booked for the next two weeks.” 
“I’m glad to hear. Jin,” the focus shifts to Jin and as you look at him, your eyes meet. His eyes had never seemed to shift their focus from you. Not until your boss spoke again and he turned towards him. “How is it going for our new recruit?”
Had the diving team gotten another employee? While you and Taehyung were on your knees with how overbooked you were? This had to have been Jin’s doing. He probably knew about your department's situation and got another recruit for the laughs of it.
“It’s going well but it is going to take some time until he can swim out with a team of his own. Together we can keep track of two more people so that’s been a relief.” He speaks and you scoff., rolling your eyes at his words. So their new recruit couldn’t even handle a team on his own? Useless to hire him in the first place, you thought.   
“Something you wanna say y/n?” Jin asks and suddenly all eyes are on you again. That fucker. A smirk on his lips. His prolonged plan to make your boss hate you going really well right now you thought. If looks could kill, Jin would’ve dropped dead on the floor.
“Nothing.” You quietly said, the kind warming smile on your bosses’ face turned towards you. You turned towards him, your face softening. The glares you had been sending Jin gone the moment you turned your eyes away from his. 
Your boss could be, at times, hard to read. He wanted to hear improvements that could be made to the resort. Well... as long as he didn’t have to put any time or money into it. Complaining about your work hours would probably not make a difference. Your boss milked out as much as he could from your department each year. 
“Come on y/n, you know you can speak your mind freely here. We want everyone to be a part of the meeting and voice their concerns.” Your boss tried and you thought, well… When he puts it like that…
“We could really use another person on my team.” You begin hesitantly. “As I said, I am fully booked for the coming two weeks and Taehyung is as well. In between that, I somehow need to find time for my paperwork. And also time to clean all the equipment.” You explained, seeing the cogs turn in your bosses’ head at your words. “We could just really use some help…”
A silence was left in the room as your boss was thinking. Jin still had a smile on his face. You thought it was because he was taunting you, but really, he was proud to see you standing up for yourself. Speaking up about the issues you so loved to talk about with your colleagues. He actually wanted for you to have some free time, to not have to work overtime everyday. 
“You’re right,” Your boss suddenly says. Surprised to hear him say those words, you looked at him confused, “since Jace can’t dive on his own with tourists yet, he can help out with cleaning and organizing all the surfboards at the end of the day. Gives you more time with the paperwork, sounds fair?”
You nod, never having expected to get anywhere with your comment. Happy that finally, you might not have to stress everyday to make sure everything stays afloat. Your boss was probably pleased with the solution, not having to hire another worker and just moving around the ones he has. Like he usually does in any situation ever. You wouldn’t be surprised if he threw you around the departments this summer as well, despite your busy schedule. Oh well, you guess you’ll just have to wait and see.
The meeting went on as usual. You looked at Jin a final time before you ignored him for the rest of the meeting. He still had that stupid smile on his face. In a way, it was his push that led you to get some extra help in your department. Never in your life would you admit that though. You would never give credit to Jin.
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As the end of the day slowly approached, you decided to sit down and look over your paperwork. There was much more paperwork to your job than you initially thought. Having to look over the next day's bookings, plan out lessons, keep track of the weather and make sure everyone paid.
Yesterday’s meeting was forgotten, the stress of today’s work wearing heavy on you. Your shoulders tense, legs sore and skin almost burning. Of course you wore sunscreen when you were outside but sadly, that didn’t always help. Today was one of those days.
You didn’t even notice when the door to your little hut opened. Jin stepped in, looking around the place. This was where it all began for him. He started his career as a surfing instructor before it got boring and he moved on to diving.
He knew the passion you held for the sport, always looking so happy out on the waves. He knew you held some kind of grudge against him, and he kind of knew why. Jin honestly just liked to deny it. Stealing your crush’s dates maybe wasn’t the best way to get them to like you, but it sure got their attention.
Also, you looked super cute mad. Brows furrowed together, jaw clenched, eyes piercing through him with rage. Often placing your hands on your hips as you scold him. In all honesty, Jin didn’t even listen to half the things you were saying while you were shouting at him. He was just happy to be able to see you eye to eye. You couldn’t ignore him when you were mad at him.
Jin had already sent off Jace to help Taehyung, he really didn’t have to go inside the hut but he wanted to see you. Concentrating on your work, you huffed the strand of hair that had fallen down onto your face. Trying your best to piece together the schedule. A new family booking three lessons last minute, screwing over your entire schedule.
It wasn’t until Jin started walking towards you that you noticed his presence, sighing in annoyance. Looking at him as he stood in front of you. A white t-shirt clinging slightly to his chest, dirty blond hair still a little wet, beige shorts going down just above his knees. He had probably just ended his shift while yours was on for at least another hour. Yet another petty thing you could be mad at him about.
“I cannot deal with you today.” You tell him, rolling your eyes and he laughs. Showing off his white teeth as he smiles brightly.
“In all fairness, you say that to me everyday.”
“And I mean it every time.” You snapped back and Jin sighed. Well, he wasn’t getting anywhere closer to you with this conversation. Looking at the papers splayed out around the table. Your work computer open with the booking tab, Jin sensed there was something more to your attitude today.
“Tell me what’s really bugging you,” Jin said, a seriousness and caring tone to his voice, “I know there is more to this.”
“Well…” You began, contemplating whether to open up to Jin or not. Looking up at him through your tired eyelids, you decide what the hell. You had no problem complaining to all the other employees, why not to your arch nemesis. “There’s just this family who booked some lessons last minute, screwing up my plans completely.”
“I see...” Jin said, looking like he was thinking. Holding his chin between his thumb and pointer finger. “Have you tried seeing if the family has any previous surfing experience?” He asks and you sigh. Of course Jin wouldn’t be of any help, just mock you with the most basic questions.
“It’s the first thing I check, they haven’t written anything in their booking.”
“Not that, but the database that stores all bookings. So… you can check those made a long time ago.” There was a database for it? Wow, you thought, this really showed how poorly your boss had educated you before throwing you into the job. You had almost been completely independent already on day one.
“Should I have?” You ask, feeling suddenly small and not so bold against Jin anymore. There was just something about his relaxing nature, never stressing about things, knowing quite a lot about the resort and how it works. Yes, you were willing to bury the hatchet for a little while if that meant your job would get easier.
“I mean… I could show you if you want?” Jin quietly suggested and you nodded, sliding your chair to the right so Jin would have space to work on the computer. He walked over. Even though you had moved your chair, Jin still had to bend down over your shoulder. His chin almost resting on your shoulder as he began typing something on the computer.
You closed your eyes for a moment, Jin’s scent completely taking over you. His perfume was sweet, but with a hint of musk in it. The warmth of his body makes your cheeks heat up. Suddenly, you felt like a highschool girl about to get her first kiss.
“Y/n.” Jin said your name, snapping you out of your thoughts. As he turned his head towards you, you were suddenly painfully aware of how close his lips were to yours. Ears red, you answered him, “yes?”
“The family that’s coming are pro surfers, they just don’t know how to book the surfing boards without adding the lessons.” He speaks and you look at him, stunned. Hypnotized by his beauty, never seen him this up close.
Tilting your head to the side, you allow yourself to be drawn to him as you ask. “How do you know that?”
“I taught them how to surf many years ago, they are pro surfers and friends with one of the managers.” Jin’s words were what got you out of your trance. No way would you play into his little games.
“What do you mean you taught them?” For as long as you could remember, the four years you had been working at the resort you hadn’t seen Jin surf, not even once. He was probably just playing with you right now, as usual. Jin sensed your change of tone, realizing you were probably going to be annoyed with him in a few seconds again.
“I started out as a surfing instructor, before I moved on to diving.” Jin explained and you scoffed.
“Why? Was loch ness calling you back to your home?” Jin was a bit taken aback by your words. For some reason they sounded harsher than usual. He shook his head, exhaling a deep breath as he stood up. Disappointed in himself for thinking he had the smallest of chance with you. 
“What?” You questioned, confused by Jin’s reaction. He wasn’t teasing you back and it made you feel weird. You couldn’t describe it, but it was almost as if you felt bad for him. Jin began walking towards the door, having to intention to stay any longer in your presence.
“And here I thought you would be nice for five minutes.” Jin almost spit out, a clear anger behind the tone of his voice. “Not even a thanks for the help.”
And with that Jin left. Leaving you alone with your paperwork. The room almost felt cold despite the heat that radiated from the sun outside. Your stomach twisting and turning, feeling as if there was a lump in your throat. Jin had just helped you, and you had, what? Been nothing but a dick to him. Your rivalry aside, he wasn’t that bad of a person, and you knew that.
Your colleagues telling stories about how nice and helpful he was would often make you want to gag. But matter of fact, Jin was a nice and helpful person, you were just too caught up to notice it most of the time. Never thanking him when he opened a door for you, made sure you always had water at the meetings. Leaving his leftovers at your door when he knows you're working all the time.
The first few times he’d done it, you thought it was to poison you or something. When you tasted his food for the first time however, you were blown away with how good it tasted. A smile on your lips each time you found a container outside your door. Not sending him a glare the next time you’d see him after he’d left some food. Jin noticed it of course. It was one of the few things he knew wouldn’t get on your nerves. 
Now he was helping you with work, and you did nothing besides be a dick to him. Sighing, you tried to go back to your paperwork. Ignoring the bad feeling that was upsetting your stomach. Your schedule, more or less saved thanks to Jin. Now, you just had to pull through the rest and do some cleaning, then you’re good to go.
“We’re all done!” Taehyung chimed in as you closed your laptop, finally being done with the paperwork after an hour. Confused, you looked at the bright smiling boy who most of the time looked like a lost puppy.
“We?” You question and Taehyung just nodded, smiling brightly.
“Yeah, Jin left Jace with us so he helped me out. Once you’re done with the paperwork we can head back.” Your mood was now drastically lifted, a wide smile on your face as you packed your things. The first day ever since you got here this summer that didn’t end in overtime.
Taehyung packed up his things as well and once the two of you were out the door, you locked it. Feeling the warmth of the sun as you step outside. Even thought the sun was setting,the warmth from it almost burned your feet as you walked over to the apartment complex with Taehyung. 
As you walk down the hall, you glance at Jin’s door, wondering for a second what he was up to. Was he mad at you? Was he sad? You couldn’t exactly go up to his door and ask so you decided to do the next best thing.
After cooking dinner for yourself, you wrapped a box up for Jin as well. You left a note on top of the plastic container, writing ‘thank you’ on it. Would Jin even know it was you? I mean, yes it was your iconic yellow dotted containers he would receive the food in, but how would he know for sure?
Deciding to write your name in the bottom corner, you head outside of your apartment, and take the few strides it takes to walk over to Jin’s door. Placing the container on his doormat. Hopefully, he will accept your apology. Hopefully, you might have a chance to make things right with him.
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There were parties essentially every night at the single resort you were working at. Tonight, however, the resort would host one of their more famous ones. This meant a lot of people would attend it. since the weather would be bad tomorrow, you didn’t have to get to work that early. You had the best conditions that could’ve been given you to get revenge.With your makeup on point. Eyeliner so sharp you hoped it would cut into Jin’s perfect face. You looked at yourself one last time in the mirror before you made your way down to the beach.
Your dress shimmering in the moonlight as you stepped outside. Following the stonepath on the ground, you make your way over to the party tents. What if Jin was still mad at you? You hadn’t really seen him after you tried to apologize to him with your cooking. He must have gotten over it, he usually did when you were rude to him. You’d never know why though, especially when you didn’t deserve it most of the time.   
As you arrived, you thankfully accepted the welcoming drink. Shaking a little as you grabbed it. Most of your friends were not up to the party, meaning, you were on your own. As you sipped on it, you spotted Jin. Talking with two girls, he looked perfect as usual. Laughing at some joke one of the girls probably told him. The feeling that set in your stomach at the sight could only be described as green. Luckily, you were already wearing it on your face, the green makeup showing your true colours unintentionally. 
Jin was dressed as Eric as far as you could see. A dashing prince. The two girls around him looked stunning as well, although, they didn’t put in as much effort as you and him to the masquerade bit. Wearing simple dresses and nude makeup, they didn’t stand out quite as well as the two of you did. You’d overheard Jin telling Taehyung how excited he was for the party because he loved to dress up. Why was he spending his time with people who didn't even put in half the effort he did?  
Jin was wearing Prince Eric’s signature white loose shirt. A red scarf that it seemed like he diy’d into looking like Eric’s belt. Dark blue loose trousers with almost knee high black boots. To top it all off, he’d changed his hair colour into black. Probably spraying it with some wash off colour, same as you with your red. Your green dress that barely covered your butt went well with the green and blue makeup you’d put on your face. Using fishnet stockings to create a fishscale pattern on your face to finish it all off, you were ready for tonight. 
This year, it was time to switch things up. This year, you would take his conquests from him. Not the other way around. You decided to finish your glass of champagne in one go, hoping it would give you a boost of confidence as you started walking towards Jin. You had one goal in mind, ruin Seokjin’s chances with those two girls. 
As you made your way down the beach, Jin noticed you. Eyes locked on yours for a second before they trailed your body up and down. It was most certainly a win on your part. You had checked Jin out as well, but he didn’t know that. Jin’s mouth was slightly open, his reaction more obvious with the three glasses of champagne in his body. He most certainly thought you’d never looked better.
Jin had let go of all the anger he felt towards you when he had gotten your apology meal. You had tried after all, and he couldn’t be mad at you for that. Especially considering this was the first time you had even tried to apologize to him, Jin thought that he might have a chance now. If not at pursuing you, at least at becoming your friend.
“My prince,” you announced as you reached him, and the girls took half a step back. Thinking that the two of you might be a couple of some sort. Well, you did wear matching outfits after all. A smirk on your lips as they did. Your plan was going as planned.
“Princess,” Jin answered, bowing down before you overdramatically. One hand behind his back, one foot in front of the other before he stood up again. His hand reaching forward, you hesitated before you placed your hand in his. Remembering what you’d told yourself earlier. You weren’t going to let him have an affect on you at all. You couldn’t be thrown off by a little hand holding. Besides, it would probably increase the chances of the two girls to leave. 
He took hold of it, never breaking eye contact as he placed a kiss upon it. It shouldn’t affect you at all, but the way he was looking at you got you feeling butterflies in your stomach. You’d forgotten why you walked over in the first place. Forgotten about how this was not supposed to affect you at all. Forgotten how this was all just a chance for you to get revenge.
The girls had left by now, not really understanding what was happening and left for some more drinks. A little sad that the dashing prince was already taken by you.
“You look stunning Ariel.” Jin complimented and you felt your cheeks heat up. Happy that the green makeup probably covered it. Keep it together, you thought to yourself. 
“So do you Eric.” Two could play this game, you thought. Jin looked surprised by your words, well, most often you only called him names and was angry at him. This surely was a nice change.
“Care for a dance?” He asked, knowing he was probably risking it. You could turn at any given moment. Get mad at him. Scold him, as you have done for years but you shrugged your shoulders. A ‘sure’ leaving your lips even though you were far from sure. Your mission was already completed, then why did a tiny voice in your head tell you to dance? 
These were uncertain waters you had never explored before. Sure, Jin had flirted with you a few times before but that was just to annoy you, right? Like that time he’d shamelessly checked you out when you were by the swimming pool the first summer you worked at the resort. Sending a wink your way when your eyes meet. The two of you didn’t know each other back then and as the summer went on, your annoyance for Jin continued to grow. 
At the first party you ever attended at the resort, Jin stole your date for the first time. You’d gathered courage to talk to the cute guy that had brought you ice cream earlier that week. Only to have Jin swoop in and steal him right under your nose, take him to his room and spend the night with him. 
As he led you out to the dancefloor, your coworker started looking at your direction. Ready to call 911 in a second, knowing how heated you could be at times. You got self conscious under their stares. Jin looked at where your eyes were directed. Seeing the hesitant look on your face. How could someone so confident in front of him feel so small in other people’s company? You took half a step closer to him, searching for safety without realizing it. Jin was more than happy to provide it. 
Taking your hand, he placed it on his shoulder, and you took the hint. Placing your other hand on top of his shoulders as well. As you turned your eyes to meet his, your surroundings suddenly seemed to disappear. His hands moved to rest on your hips. Swaying to the music, his eyes almost burning through yours and you feel the need to look away. Flustered at having him so close to you.
“Don’t shy away from me now princess.” Jin chuckled and you thought, how could I not? Besides the fact that you hated him, you couldn’t deny that Jin was handsome. Stunning even. If it wasn’t for the fact that he was infuriating, you would have jumped his bones a long time ago. Whenever Jin wasn't making you mad, he was always making you feel things you couldn’t quite understand. It had always been easier to just hate him.  
But right now, you and Jin were in the situation you were in. For years dancing around each other to finally dance with each other. You had to admit it, it was nice. Not to be angry, not being on your toes around him. Just enjoying his company. Just being.
Jin had a hard time believing this was all real. He knew you hated him. He just didn’t know why. I mean yeah, he teased you a lot, but he didn’t know how else to catch your attention. To have you practically in his arms, flustered, not being able to look him in the eyes was a blessing. He never wanted it to end. 
“This is quite nice,” Jin said and you finally looked at him again. Muttering a ‘what?’ as you had been too deep in your own thoughts to acknowledge what he’d said.
“I said it’s quite nice, dancing like this. Not fighting.” Jin spoke again and as he did, he felt your hands clench, your whole body stiffening. He knew his moment with you was over.
“Well it’s not my fault we began fighting, is it?” You snapped back and Jin couldn’t read your expression one bit. It seemed as if you were in a conflict with your own thoughts and words. Wanting one thing and saying another. 
“So, who started the fighting?” Jin asked, wanting your honest thoughts. Wanted to know what he did to make you hate him so much. You were already looking for your escape by then. You wanted nothing more than to just be alone and swallow your feelings. This was exactly why you didn’t allow yourself to be nice around Jin. Things got messy. 
Spotting Kyle, your colleague that you didn’t exactly get along with either, you made your exit.
“I’m just gonna check on Kyle,” you said letting go of Jin, moving past him. He took hold of your arm before you could move out of his personal space. His eyes pleading as you looked back at him.
“Please just tell me what I did,” he begged, and you harshly pulled your arm from his grasp. Looking in his eyes for one more second before you headed straight towards Kyle. Your feet moved on your own as you moved past him and started walking back to the resort.
You didn’t need this. Not at all. You were supposed to make him feel bad, not the other way around. As you reached the lobby, you were met with a handsome face. The brown haired tall boy looking at you up and down as you walked over to him.
“Wanna be my distraction for the night?” You asked him and he nodded. Taking out his hand so you could shake it.
“I’m Matt,” he introduced himself and you shook his hand, introducing yourself.
“Nice to meet you, what’s a beautiful lady like you doing running from the party like that?” He asked and you shrugged.
“Just avoiding my co-worker really. Care to show me to your room?” Matt nodded and you small talked on your way over. Finally, you had managed to get a hook-up of your own without Jin interrupting.
Spending the night in Matt’s room you were treated to adequate sex. You know the one that’s not bad but doesn’t leave you quite satisfied? Yeah, that one. You woke up in the middle of the night, unable to sleep because of Matt’s snoring, so you decided to head back to your room.
Walking with your heals in your hand down the halls, going to the staff area, you passed Jin’s door. Wondering who had been the lucky lady or guy to follow him back to his room tonight. Could have been you if you weren’t so stubborn. Jin had his eyes set on you.
Walking over to your door that was almost at the end of the hall, you unlock your door. Going inside, you threw your heels to the side and took off your dress. Finally getting to remove your makeup and put on your softest pyjamas. Climbing in under the covers, you fell asleep quickly. Dreaming of dancing with Jin.
You woke up because of loud knocking on your door. Looking at the clock, you realized it was only seven in the morning. Your first day off in what felt like forever as well. What a joke your life suddenly seemed to be.
Grunting, you got up. The lack of sleep gives you a headache that is pulsating, making it feel like your head was about to explode. Your limbs were still asleep as you dragged yourself across the floor to your door.
Opening it, you were met with an equally tired very familiar face.
“What do you want Jin?” You snared, not quite happy about being awoken so early. Jin looked down at your pyjamas, smiling. Finding it cute.
“Boss said we need to dive and check on one of the reefs,” he explained, and you scoffed. A week was all it took before your boss started moving you around as usual. You didn’t expect it to be in Jin’s team, however. It was probably because you covered for Jin those first two weeks that he missed. Where was he those weeks anyway?
Being reminded of his absence, you grew even more annoyed at the situation. “Does he know about the storm-“ 
“Yes he does, and he doesn’t seem to care, he wants us to do it before the storm comes.” Jin interrupted, seeming burdened as the words left his mouth, obviously agreeing with you. It was dangerous to go out on the waters when there is a possibility of a storm. It wasn’t even a possibility today, it was well known along the whole coast that the storm would come.
“It’s a reef close to one of the new living areas that’s opening in a few days. Apparently, some fishers did some damage to it…” You saw the sadness in Jin’s eyes. You knew how much he cares about the ocean, just as much as you. “…and we need to check on it.”
He continues explaining and you nod. Of course, your boss cared the most about his precious resort more than anything. More than his summer employees. But still, you cared about the ocean too, having a deep respect for the waters and the animals living in it. It contributes to you being able to carry out your sport.
So, you agreed to help Jin. You didn’t really have a choice in the matter. You just hoped that you could be done just in time to miss the storm. Scared of what would happen if you didn’t make it back in time. 
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Out on the boat, the waves had already started getting worse since the crew got out on the water. The two old men driving the boat hadn’t said a word to you or Jin since you sat down in the boat. Probably not that happy about being out on the water today and you totally understood that.
Looking over to your right, you focused on Jin for a while. He looked good in the diving suit, you had to admit that. Almost more so than the prince Eric costume if you’re being honest. The wetsuit clinging to his body in the most appealing way it probably could. Showing off his toned body.
“Yah… if you’re going to stare at me, you have to make it a little less obvious.” Jin suddenly spoke, turning to you. Your ears and cheeks turned red as you kept eye contact with him. You were not going to let him make you feel flustered this year, no.
“I was just thinking about if I should throw you off the boat or not… It’s really moving towards ‘yes’ right now.” Jin laughed at your comeback. Muttering a ‘sure’ under his breath as he began to look at the ocean again. The island where the reef was located got closer with every second as the boat traveled across the waters.
“You know all the signals, right?” Jin suddenly asked, mostly just to have a conversation with you, but also as part of his routine. You wouldn’t be able to speak under water of course, you would have to rely on being able to signal things with your hands to one and another.
You scoffed at his question. “Do you even know who took care of your shift while you were gone doing God knows what?” Jin never meant to question your abilities but he quickly realized he hit a sensitive spot. You were probably the most overworked employee. He knew that because you knew the place inside and out. The boss of course loved to use that, throwing you around wherever he needed you.
He sighed, turning his head towards you. Looking at you with a pleading face, asking you to drop the hatchet for just a moment. Just for a bit so you really understood that he meant every single word.
“I’m thankful for that. I know you didn’t really have a choice, but I want you to know that it meant a lot to me.” Jin’s words caught you off guard, his genuine appreciation making you stutter over your next words. Wanting nothing else than for the conversation to be over.
“Wha… Whatever… Let’s just get th-this over with…” You almost mumble, looking down at the bright wooden floor on the boat. Kicking your legs as you sit restlessly for the rest of the ride. Avoiding a conversation with Jin at all cost. The sun was still out. Maybe it wouldn’t be too bad out on the waves today after all?
Jin was smiling the rest of the boat ride, happy to have finally caught you off guard and made you flustered. Maybe things could finally change between the two of you. Maybe, just maybe… you being forced to spend time with him had a positive effect this summer. The last two summers had only drifted you further apart.
This year it seemed like the waves were crashing in, the ocean’s current too strong for you to fight against it. Drawing you closer to Jin, making you see him from a new perspective. And the view was surprisingly nice. When you allowed yourself to look, instead of turning a blind eye to it. Appreciating what had been in front of you this entire time. What had always been there and what you had never noticed. Yeah, maybe the view wasn’t so bad after all?
“Here it is, in you go kids. Don’t stay out too long or we’ll leave your asses here.” The captain of the boat said as he turned off the engine. You wanted to scold him for saying such a thing but Jin beat you to it.
“You’ll stay put here for as long as we want you to. Wouldn’t want the boss finding out his best instructors somehow went missing because of a moron?” You smiled. Best instructors, so Jin did admit you were good at your job? It was a nice feeling, being recognized for your hard work.
The captain muttered a ‘whatever’ waving Jin off. Jin turned to you as he shook his head, scoffing. All that was left for Jin to put on was his goggles. His eyes soften the moment they meet yours.
“You ready?” He asked and you nodded. “Let’s go then.”
You take a sitting position on the edge of the boat, falling backwards into the ocean. Your oxygen tank feelt lighter the second it was submerged into the water. Taking your breather in between your lips, you took a deep breath. Testing so it all works before you dive deeper into the ocean. Your legs made slow kicking motions to keep you close to the surface.
Looking at Jin, you saw his thumbs up and you gave him one back. At the reassuring signal that everything was alright, you and Jin began swimming further down, quickly reaching the ocean floor where the coral reef flourished. You followed Jin’s lead as he knew the area better than you. Enjoying your quiet time in the ocean. Allowing yourself to spend time with Jin without arguing. Yeah… you could actually get used to this.
You and Jin went around and checked on the coral reef for about an hour. Luckily, where the boat had hit the reef it was mostly just big rocks that nothing really lived on. The reef was lucky this time. A while ago, you noticed the light getting darker but didn’t think much of it, too focused on your task at that very moment. It was not until you and Jin began to swim towards the surface that you realized why it had gotten darker.
When you reached the surface, the wind made the waves crash over you. You tried to keep your head above water level, searching for the boat, trying to find your ticket back to safety. As you looked around, you couldn’t see the boat anywhere. You started to panic. Had they really left you and Jin in the middle of the fucking ocean? In the middle of a storm?
Jin was mad, beyond furious but he put all his feelings aside the moment he saw you. Struggling to keep your head afloat, waves crashing over you as the rain poured down. He had to think of something. He had to think of a plan real fast. Otherwise, the two of you could actually die, the realization made Jin sick to his stomach. His body filled with fear as he thought about the options he had.
While you were still panicking, looking around frantically, occasionally screaming your lungs out for help, Jin got an idea. The new living area on the island was close to the coral reef.
Looking around, Jin was able to find the island pretty quickly. A barrier of rocks surrounded it. Of course the fishers had damaged the reef on the opposite side of the beach and pier of the island. It would take too long to swim around the island. The currents were too strong, and you could in worst case die out of exhaustion trying to make it. If only there was some other entrance…
The caves. The underwater caves leading to the lagoon, the island's future main attraction. If he could only navigate the two of you there. He knew the entrance was around here somewhere. He had, after all, been here last week to check on the cave system.
He swam over to you. One hand taking hold of your shoulder to gain your attention. Stopping you right before you were going to scream for help again. Jin’s touch felt comforting, but left you all too soon. Removing his hand once your eyes met, he knew he had your attention.
“Follow me!” He screamed. The wind made so much noise that you could just barely hear him. As Jin made a down motion with his hand, you understood what he meant. Giving him a nod. When Jin dived back into the calm waters below the waves, you followed. He brought out his flashlight to light the path in front of him, and you did the same. 
You swam close to the rock walls and you quickly realized Jin was searching for something. Matter of fact, he found it within a minute. Doing a ‘follow me’ motion with his hand, he started swimming into a hole in the wall. You followed him closely. The cave system was a little too narrow for your taste really, but you didn’t really have a choice in the matter.
Jin swam slowly, following the air bubbles. Air that desperately tried to find the closest way to the surface. In other words, leading to the lagoon. As you took a deep breath, you suddenly heard a beep. Indicating you only had five breaths left before your tank would run out of oxygen. Shit.
You tapped Jin on the foot and he stopped in his tracks. The space in the tunnel was big enough that he could almost stand as he turned around. You took a breath, pointing towards your oxygen mask and then showing him four fingers.
Shit, Jin thought as well. He forgot you weren’t as an experienced diver as him. He nodded. He could give you his air if needed. Pointing towards his tank and then towards you, you got his message. Relieved, you swam after Jin as he began swimming again.
Jin stopped after a little while, taking his mouthpiece towards your mouth and you breathed in. You still had four in yours and was grateful for Jin giving you some of his. He probably had a lot left you thought, he was more experienced after all.
The smile that Jin had as he saw your relieved face when you took a breath of his oxygen died quickly. As he took a breath, he heard the beep. You had four breaths left and Jin was now left with five. The situation got more deadly in a matter of seconds. Jin ignored it. He had to make it, he had to get you two to safety, no matter the cost.
With each breath both you and Jin grew more paranoid. As you took your final breath that was left from the tank, you suddenly saw light. The surface was close and Jin knew this as well. One final breath was left in his tank as he swam out of the cave. Looking behind him once he reached the lagoon, he saw you struggle.
You needed more air, muscles straining and working against you as you looked up towards the surface, desperate to reach it. Your vision started to darken, you felt a mouthpiece being pressed against your lips. You took a deep breath, finally having enough oxygen in your body to swim above the surface. You looked at Jin for a second before you swam as fast as you could.
Reaching the surface, you breathed heavily. Trying to catch your breath, you almost started to cry out of happiness. You made it. You were in some random cave, but you made it. Looking behind you, ready to throw yourself at Jin, you noticed he wasn’t anywhere to be found.
On his way up, Jin inhaled water just before he reached the surface. The lack of oxygen shutting his brain down as his lungs begged him for something. Upon your realization, you quickly dived down, finding Jin’s limp body sinking towards the cave floor. No. You would not allow this. Throwing your thousand dollar equipment off your body as fast as possible.
You reach Jin in a matter of seconds, throwing his tank off him as well. The weight of the metal made the oxygen tank sink as you grabbed hold of him and swam towards the surface as quickly as possible. Your body found an immense amount of strength, propelling you towards the edge of the lagoon. You had done this a few times with your students, swam with them to safety on the beach. It had always ended up well. So why were you worried to death all of the sudden?
Dragging Jin’s body up on the hard rock floor, you checked his breathing. Your mind was completely focused on the task. You had to save him. When you couldn’t feel him breathing, you checked for his pulse. Your middle and pointing finger applying pressure on the artery vein on his neck. He had a pulse. You just needed to get him breathing again.
You pinched his nose, restricting his airflow, and tilted his head upwards. After taking a deep breath, you placed your lips over his, filling Jin’s lungs with air. When nothing happened, you placed your lips over his again. Filling his lungs with air one more time.
Jin finally began coughing and you quickly let go of him. Your worried hands brushed the hair out of his face, watching for the life that was returning to his eyes.. Jin was trying to breathe while also coughing up all the water that he had taken into his lungs. Water was coming up with each cough, but eventually his lungs cleared.
When he started breathing normally, you threw your arms around him. Having no strength left in his body to support the two, Jin fell backwards with you clinging to his chest. He winced as his body hit the cold, rock hard cave floor. He wanted to complain, his head hurting from the fall, but he stopped himself. Your arms squeezing even tighter around him as you start to sob into his chest.
“I thought you were gone…” You choked out and Jin felt a sting of pain in his heart. Hearing you so heartbroken and scared… He placed his arms around you. With one around your body, he brought you closer to him. While the other hand softly petted your head, reassuring you.
“Shh, it’s okay. We’re alright.” Jin whispered and you allowed yourself to relax. Exhaustion quickly overcomes your body. Jin felt you relax, your body going limp as you started falling asleep.
He let you sleep. Allowing himself the moment. To finally have you in his arms. To finally have you look at him with concern and not hate. For you to care about him. Yeah, all Jin could wish for really was to live that moment for a little longer. His body tired, mind empty, he fell asleep as well shortly after you.
You both laid there sleeping for almost two hours before you woke up. Confused, you looked around the cave. Not quite remembering where you were at first. Not until you became aware that you were sleeping on Jin. His chest rising as he takes a deep breath. His mouth was slightly open, eyes effortlessly, beautifully closed.
He looked so peaceful like this, so beautiful. As if he had been sculpted by the God Poseidon himself. His beauty was remarkable. His dirty blond hair was still slightly wet. Skin a little paler than usual, probably from the lack of oxygen. Lips red and puffy.
His lips. You look at them for a while. They looked way too inviting. Your hand moved up to your lips. Two fingers tracing your lips as you were reminded, they had touched Jin’s. Sure, it was because you were trying to save him, and you couldn’t really remember much of it. But you wanted to. Wanted to know how his lips felt. How they tasted.
As Jin let out a slight snore, you were brought back to reality. Almost throwing yourself backwards and away from his body. What were you thinking? This is your arch nemesis. The reason for your dry summer spell. Well, you did break it this year, but Matt barely counted. Not when he couldn’t even fully satisfy you.
Okay focus, you told yourself, you needed to figure out what to do next. So, you went through the facts. You were stuck in a cave with Jin. A cave that was… where exactly? Had Jin just told you to follow him into a random cave? Shivers going down your spine as you felt a slight breeze. Your body instantly started to shake.
Great, you were in a random cave, with Jin, and you were freezing. Your day couldn’t get much better. Looking over at Jin, you realized you had to wake him up. You needed to know where the hell you were.
You approached him, slightly shaking his body. Your hand gripping his arm. He just grunted and you sighed. No way were you just going to let him sleep peacefully while you were freezing. It was his fault anyway that the two of you went out into the ocean in the first place. He should have stood up to your boss, you thought.
You shook his arm more violently, Jin finally opened his eyes. A confused look on his face as he sat up. Looking around the cave slightly before his gaze looked onto yours.
“Where are we?” He asked, still half asleep and very much confused about the situation. You slowly shook your head, scoffing. You slap his arm lightly, trying to get him to focus. Jin whines, confused as to why you’d hit him.
“Oh, but shouldn’t you know that? It was your brilliant plan to take us here, after all.” At your words, Jin is reminded of what had happened. Reminded where you guys were. Reminded that everything was back to the way it was before. 
“Yah… I brought you here, to safety, so you wouldn’t drown… I almost drowned in the process, and this is how you thank me?” He questioned and you were suddenly filled with guilt. Jin was right but you didn’t have a chance to apologize before he spoke again. “We are in the new resort islands lagoon, meaning we can get out of here and spend the night at the new houses built on the Island.”
No words could describe the feeling in your stomach. You were sickened by your behaviour. How selfish of you to think that Jin would do anything but bring the two of you to safety. You wanted to say something, anything that could make the situation better. To let Jin know you were sorry.
“I should have just left you in the ocean.” Jin muttered as he pushed himself up from the cave floor. It wasn’t meant for you to hear. He’d just said it out of anger, but you couldn’t help the sadness that washed over your body. So, as he started walking, clearly familiar with the place, you followed him. Like a stray puppy, looking for someone to bring them in. Anyone to give them shelter.
You didn’t say a single word as Jin led you up towards the surface, the storm still raging on. You could hear it in the caves, more and more so the closer you came to the surface. Nothing could have prepared you for the real deal however.
The rain was lashing down on the island. The water pressure in your shower was like a slow drip compared to this. The force it struck down was enough to make it hurt when it hit your skin. The wind took hold of the trees, making it look like they could snap in half at any second. You needed to find shelter, fast. 
Jin looked to his left, instantly finding what he was looking for. One of the guest houses stood only 10 meters from  the cave. He turned toward you, sighing, and roughly grabbed your hand. He didn’t say anything, still clearly upset with you. He had every reason to be, but still, he didn’t want to risk losing you out in the storm.
He started sprinting, his free hand held over his face, shielding him from the lashing rain and wind. You did the same, covering your face as you followed him closely. 
When you reached the house. Jin lifted the mat in front of the front door to reveal a key laying under it. He unlocked the door, a sigh of relief leaving his lips. He opened the door and waited for you to get in before he closed it. The sound of the storm could still be heard inside the house and you were both thankful to have a roof over your head. Especially with night time approaching. 
While trying to catch your breath, you began looking around at your temporary shelter. The decoration of the house had a modern style mixed with tropical vibes. The white fabric of the couch matched the curtains and the frames on the paintings that covered the walls. The furniture in the living room and adjoining dining space were made of bamboo. The walls of the open concept room had oak paneling, giving the place a rustic island vibe.. Green plants were placed around the house to give it a pop of colour. Your mouth was slightly agape, it was much more beautifully decorated than the guest rooms on the main island. 
While you were busy looking at the house, Jin was busy exploring it. Checking the kitchen for food and water first. Not much there besides a welcoming basket and some food the construction worker must have left behind. The toilet was plain and simple, toilet,sink, and shower. The bedroom only had one double bed. Why couldn’t any of the big family houses have been any closer? Jin let out an annoyed sigh.
He now had to fight you over the bed. There was no way your stubborn ass was just going to hand it over to him. You started walking around the house quietly, looking into the bedroom and Jin braced himself. Ready for an argument that he had to win. No way was he going to sleep on the small couch with his wide shoulders and suffer all night.
“You can take the bed. I’ll take the couch.” You suddenly announced, walking past Jin to get to  the bathroom. You were freezing and you needed to change into something warmer. Dragging your cold soaking wet wetsuit down your body, you placed it on the shower floor. Your bikini following suit. Taking the white kimono that was hanging beside the shower to wrap around your body. The white silk felt expensive and breezy around your body. Probably made for the beach under the hot glazing sun.
While you had been changing, Jin had taken off his wetsuit as well. Going around in his swim trunks as he tried to make sense of you. Almost shaking his head at himself for not having his priorities straight. He needed to eat and drink. His basic human needs that were somehow overthrown by you. He couldn’t help it. He just couldn’t make any sense of you.
One minute, you are screaming at him, telling him that you don’t even want to breathe the same air as him. Next, you are dancing with him, well, you could have been drunk out of your mind that time actually. Arguing again but for some reason agree the next morning to help him? To throw yourself in his arms and later on, shout at him again.
And now, you had just given him the bed. Without a fight, without anything. Jin couldn’t understand anything. He couldn’t understand you at all. So, he decided to do something he did understand and knew how to handle. Cook some dinner for the two of you, well, with whatever he could find in the kitchen. 
It would be an early dinner, but he didn’t think you would complain. You did go out on the waters with him without eating any breakfast, wanting to get out on the water as soon as possible in fear of the storm. And later on, sleeping through lunch in the caves. 
As you walked out of the bathroom, you were blessed with the sight of Jin shirtless in his swimming trunks. Hanging low, so low you could see the beginning of his v-line. You wanted to get closer. Wanted to know what he would feel like against your skin. To have his body move against yours.
He was cooking something on the stove. The faint smell of vegetables reached your nose as you took a deep breath. Your mouth salivated at the thought of finally eating something. Jin hummed as he stirred the two pots. You wanted to know what he was cooking and so, you walked up to him.
He didn’t notice you until you stood next to him. As he looked down on your body, he could see the outline of your boobs through the thin fabric. His cock instantly twitched at the delicious sight that was now in front of him.
Jin was quickly drawn from his thoughts when one of the pot’s contents started to boil, the hot drop of water landing on his arm. He jumped back, his reflexes doing all the work for him. His other hand pressed against the area where he’d burned himself.
“Are you okay?” You hadn’t quite understood what had happened, but your instinct told you to take hold of Jin’s arm. With your small hands compared to Jin’s, you moved his hands away. Examining the area where the water drop had hit. A little red but otherwise than that, it was fine.
At your sudden caring nature, Jin was caught off guard. He was supposed to be mad at you, but how could he be when you held his arm so tenderly? With your fingertips that grazed over his skin so lightly, checking for any bruising.
Pulling his arm back from you he muttered ‘I’m fine’ before he went back to cooking.The house, just like every house on the island, where stored with canned food. In case of an emergency or storm. Canned beans, rice and some sauce was enough for Jin to make a stew for the both of you. 
Jin took the pots of the stove. You blinked a few times, confused at Jin’s sudden outburst before you heard him say- “Dinner’s ready.” 
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The two of you eat in silence. It wasn’t as uncomfortable as you thought it would be. Jin’s cooking skills were really good, given the few ingredients he had, he managed to make something really tasty. For that, you were grateful.  
When you finished eating your dinner, you waited for Jin to finish his. Sitting at the dinner table, you looked out of the big window. Rain poured down, wind catching the trees of the island. Making them sway. Oh, how you were thankful at this very moment to be inside with a roof over your head.
Jin watched you, when your focus was somewhere else, he could admire your beauty. If only that beauty could match your personality. He knew you weren’t as cold as you tried to be towards him. You were one of the most liked workers on the resort, your bright caring personality being behind it. So, why were you so hell bent on hating Jin?
“Why do you hate me?” Jin spoke, breaking the silence. You looked at him confused, not catching what he said at first.
“Why do you hate me?” He repeated. You gulped as you looked down on the floor.
“Why is that important now?” You asked, and he scoffed.
“Don’t I deserve to know after I saved your life? Come one y/n, you always dodge this question whenever I ask you. Just be honest for once.” Jin had a point. You did always avoid the question. Most often, you got mad because he didn’t already know. Well, maybe it was time for you to just tell him.
“The first summer I worked here…” you began, looking away as you could not look him in the eyes. “You stole my date.”
“Your date?” Jin questioned, trying to think about what you could have meant by that. You quickly grew annoyed.
“Yes, my date, the boy I was with all night at the beach party. The boy you stole from me and took back to your room doing God knows what.” At your words, Jin started laughing hysterically.
“What?!” You questioned. The boy shook his head, fighting tears coming out of his eyes from laughing to hard.
"You are not gonna believe me when I tell you. This is so funny.” He said and you waited for him to continue. Wanting to know what he meant by that.
“You flirted with my friend Sam, who happened to have a girlfriend at the time.” He explained and an ‘ohh’ left your lips.
“So yeah… I took him back to my room so he could sleep it off. I knew he had been fighting with his girlfriend that night and didn’t want you to get caught up in anything.” Well, that did explain a lot, you thought. Still, it didn’t explain why Jin started to steal your hook ups after that.
“Okay, I get that…” you started, “but why did you continue to steal my hook ups over the years?”
“Would you believe me if I said I was jealous?” Jin’s sudden honesty surprised you. It would make sense yes, but why would he be jealous? Unless…
“I’m just gonna head to the bathroom, be back soon.” Jin announced as he left the dinner table, leaving you alone with your thoughts. Focus y/n, there is no way Jin liked you, you thought. Standing up from the table as well, you took both yours and Jin’s empty bowls to the kitchen. As you placed them in the sink you quickly realized you needed to do something to distract yourself. Anything to take your mind off the fact that Jin might like you.
You tried to brush your fingers through your hair, fingers instantly getting stuck in it. You sighed. You hadn’t had enough time to brush your hair before getting out in the ocean. Your hair now a mess. In true little mermaid spirit, you opened the first drawer. Taking a fork, you sat down on the couch, trying your best to detangle your hair.  
The sight of you brushing your hair with a fork made Jin chuckle as he opened the bathroom door. His mood instantly lifted. Watching you from afar as you struggled, the fork getting stuck with each stroke.
“You are really taking the Ariel thing to the next level.” He chuckled as he approached you. As you looked towards him, the fork got stuck in your hair. Wincing, you tried pulling it away to no avail.
“Let me help you.” Jin said as he saw how you struggled. He sat down next to you, placing his hand over yours. You removed your hand, allowing him to hold the fork. He sat there for a little while. Removing the hair strands that had gotten stuck around it. 
“What’d you try to do? Brush your hair?” He asked and you muttered a ‘yes’. You felt stupid now. To have Jin baby you like this. When you felt the fork being removed, you tried to stand up. Only to have Jin place his hand on your shoulder, pushing you back down.
“Sit still.” He’d order you, and you’d listen. Feeling your ears turning red as carefully separated your hair into smaller sections with his hands. Working his way through it with his fingers, separating what had gotten tangled up earlier today. Skilful hands that worked quickly, but carefully.  
Eventually, you started to lean into his touch. Jin’s hands moved over to massage your scalp once they were done untangling your hair. You let out a quiet moan as you took a deep breath. The sound made Jin want to bend your over this couch right here, right now.
He stopped massaging your hair, ready to move away from you before he wouldn’t be able to resist those urges. Before he could move, you’d already turned your head. As you looked him in the eyes, head tilted upwards, you wanted nothing more than to have him closer. Jin felt the same as unknown forces pushed you together. No longer able to deny the obvious.
You looked down, staring at his lip. Oh, how you wished you could just taste them. You bit your lip, silencing the whine coming from your mouth at the thought of it. As Jin looked where your focus was, he couldn’t hold himself back any longer.
Grabbing your face with one hand, he roughly placed his lips over yours. You were surprised for a second but quickly melted into the fierce kiss, kissing him back with even more desire. Taking hold of your hair with his other hand, Jin pulled your head to the side. Your lips disconnected as he started working his way down your neck, kissing every part of it.
“This okay?” He’d ask as he placed a sweet kiss just below your ear. You hummed and that was all Jin needed to continue working on his art. He wanted to mark you. To let everyone know you were his. You let out a moan when his lips brushed over your sweet spot. Jin smirked against your neck before he sucked roughly on your sweet spot. Earning yet another moan from you.
“You like it princess? Like it when I mark you up so everyone knows who you belong to?”
“Yes Jin.” You moaned, allowing lust to completely take over your body. As Jin continued to mark you up, leaving hickey’s wherever he pleased, his hands started to trail your body.
“Let me know if you want me to stop.” You trusted him, knowing you could stop at any time. But hearing those words made you feel butterflies in your stomach.  You felt reassured, happy and safe.
Jin’s hands moved to slip under your kimono, your nipples already hard as he began playing with them. Circling, twisting and pulling, Jin took his time with them. You could feel your arousal when you shifted your legs, desperately trying to find any friction that could relieve your aching core.
Jin noticed how you squirmed, and he could barely believe it. He had you all to himself now, squirming under his hands. Your body moved on its own accord. Breathless moans and whines leaving your mouth that only made Jin harder. You could feel him now. As you pressed your backside backwards, you could feel his hard cock against your butt cheek.
He wanted to devour you and he couldn’t wait any longer. You started growing impatient, complaining as Jin started to move away from you.
“What’s taking you so long?” You whined only to hear him scoff. As you turned your head around, you were met with his burning gaze.
“I don’t remember Ariel being able to speak on her vacation to the surface. I think we need to change that.” Jin spoke and you were reminded of the movie, how the princess voice was taken away from her in exchange for her to be able to walk on land. You couldn’t believe he was still referencing it. “On your knees princess.”
You did as you were told. Jin parted his legs, allowing you to sit in between them. You got down on your knees, looking up at him with pleading eyes. You were, however, not short on your snarky comebacks.
“Now what?”  
“Now… we put that mouth to better use. Open up.” Opening your mouth, you waited while Jin took off his swimming trunks. The second his half hard cock springed out, your pussy clenched at the sight. It wasn’t the biggest you’d ever seen but it was definitely above average. Your mouth watering at the thought of having him inside any of your holes. 
His hand grabbing hold of your hair, this time not as roughly as he guided you to his cock. With your lips wrapped around it you teased the tip for a bit before Jin pulled you further down on it. The feeling so heavenly that you closed your eyes. Still holding your hair, Jin bobbed your head up and down his length. Your moans muffled by the cock in your mouth.
“It seems like we solved our little problem. Your voice seems to be gone princess.” You only moaned more at Jin’s dirty talk. Feeling your arousal drip down your thighs at this point as there was no underwear to stop it. The kimono being your only piece of clothing. Your pussy clenched at the thought of being so wet that you were leaking down on the floor. 
“Can’t talk with your mouth stuffed with cock, now can you?” As he mocked you, you swirl your tongue around his tip. A firm grip with your hand around the base, pumping what you couldn't fit in your mouth. Earning a moan from Jin, his head thrown backwards against the couch. His eyes closed as he breathlessly asked you. "Can you take it deeper princess?"
You responded by taking him further down. The tip of his dick resting at the beginning of your throat. Taking a deep breath, you tried taking him further, only for your gag reflex to kick in. 
Gagging on his dick, you pulled him out. Still holding your hand firmly around his dick. Pumping his length as you rested your mouth and throat for a while. Jin sat up, stroking your hair before tilting your head upwards. His hand resting on your chin as he did. 
When you met his eyes, you saw that they were filled with concern. His gaze soft as he looked into your tear filled eyes.
"Hey, hey… You don't have to…" He reassured, but you shook your head. His hand letting go of your face as you did. 
"I want to." You wanted so badly to take his dick down your throat. To watch him fall apart because of you. You weren't even in the mood to tease him. You just wanted to make him cum. 
It just that it had been a while since you… well… had given anyone a blowjob. Too busy studying at university and Jin cockblocking you all summer. He wasn’t exactly small either.
Determined, you tried again. You almost choked at first, suppressing the feeling as you heard Jin groan. This time, you took him down your throat a little further than the first time. Taking a deep breath through your nose, holding it in. The sounds that came out of his mouth were more than enough to encourage you. 
This time, you could almost take all of him down, bobbing your head up and down his length. His cock grazing your throat each time, your cheeks hollow. Wanting Jin to cum, wanting him so desperately to be at your mercy. To be the only one who could pleasure him like this. 
“Oh fuck, just like that…” Jin moaned and you felt his cock twitch as you repeated the action. Sucking in your cheeks as much as you could. Hearing his breathing getting more and more ragged the closer to the edge he got. His hands gripping your hair desperately to hold onto anything as he got right to the edge. 
“So close… gonna cum…” He warned and you backed away a little, focusing on swirling your tongue around his tip as you let your hands take care of the rest of his girth. Jin cumming inside your mouth as you squeeze his dick a little harder, milking his cum into your mouth. Letting him ride out his orgasm as you sloppy kept one of your hands on his dick, moving slowly up and down. Jaw tired from all the work you had to do. 
As Jin slumped down onto the couch, you let go of him completely. Swallowing his cum as you slumped down on the floor as well. Exhausted, you allowed yourself to close your eyes and rest for a bit. 
Well, that’s until you felt Jin take hold of you, his hands firmly placed on the side of your boobs as he lifted you up on the couch. Laying you down on the couch as he climbed on top of you. 
“Don’t you dare think for one second I’m done with you.” He growled as he wrapped his lips around your niple, sucking on it while he played with the other one with his hand. Taken completely by surprise, you moaned at the sensation. Jin switched between sucking and circling your nipples with his tongue. Occasionally, grazing them with his teeth. Always giving attention to the other nipple that he didn't have his mouth on with his hand. 
Your pussy aching to be touched by now, your legs rubbing together to try and create any friction for your neglected clit. Jin noticed it right away, a smirk on his lips as you started to whine. 
“Please Jin…” You pleaded, asking for anything at this point. Taking hold of one of your legs, he hoisted it up on the couch backrest. His other hand taking hold of the other leg, pushing it towards you, spreading you wide open for him. Your pussy clenching and leaking as he kissed your thighs with feather like kisses. 
"Don't worry princess, I'll take care of you." His voice deeper as he cooed you. His eyes looked up only to see your glistering pussy, groaning at the sight. The sweet smell of it made him want to taste you even more and stop teasing you. 
Giving in, he dived in, parting your legs even further. Spreading you out for even more as he put two of his fingers between your folds, separating them. His tongue vibrated against your clit as he moaned when he finally wrapped his lips around it.
You cried out. Throwing your head back as one of your hands desperately took hold of his hair. Any other day Jin would scold you for ruining his hair but today he couldn’t care less. Not when it felt so good everytime you tugged at it every time he would suck a little harsher, lick a little faster on your clit. The sounds you made, God, you sounded like an angel that was brought down from heaven for him and him only. The sound was like music to his ears. 
You truly felt as if you were in heaven. Your orgasm approaching quickly thanks to Jin’s skillful mouth and your general absence from sex. It had been way too long someone had treated you this good. And just when you thought it couldn’t get any better, you felt Jin tease a finger at your entrance. Tracing it with circle motions, but never entering you. 
“Please Jin… just give it to me…” You pleaded and Jin stopped working on your clit. A whine leaving your lips. Bucking your hips into his face in a desperate attempt to get him back where you wanted him. A smirk on his lips as he watched your naked body, the sight of your breasts moving up and down as you breathed heavily. His finger still teased your entrance as you tried to get it, moving your hips. 
“Why? So you can rip my hair out even more?” At Jin’s words, you looked down on him. His hair being a mess with your hand gripping it tightly. His dirty blond strands were all over the place. When did you even grip his hair? You thought as you let go of it. 
“Sorry…” You mumbled, brushing through it with your hand in an attempt to make it better. Jin only smiled sweetly at you. His lips even more plump, glistering with your wetness. Eyes full of mischief and care. 
“It’s okay… You close princess?” The endearing nickname making butterflies fly around in your stomach. You nodded, not trusting your words as Jin was still teasing your entrance. 
“Hmm… What else could I do for my princess to make her feel good?” Jin asked playfully and just as you were about to answer him, he slipped his finger inside you. The unsuspected action making you moan. Moving his finger in and out of you slowly. 
“Oh maybe that?” Jin playfully said, one of his eyebrows raised as he observed you. A smile on his lips as you kissed your thigh harshly, a whine leaving your lips as he did. Looking up again once he was done with leaving another mark. His finger still moving in and out at a slow pace. 
“It’s better where it’s wetter, isn’t it princess?” Jin joked. Of course he would make a fucking ‘the little mermaid’ refrence as he was fingering you, you thought. Wishing he could just stop teasing you and make you cum. 
“Bet I could just slip in two… or even three fingers right now… You’d like that princess, wouldn’t you? To feel full?” Jin spoke as he let another finger enter you. You arched your back at the sensation as Jin continued. “Fuck you’re wet, you’re taking my fingers so well princess. Could you handle another?”
You chanted out ‘yes, yes, yes’ as you wanted was more of Jin. More of him. He added a third finger and you clenched around them, loving how full you felt. Moaning when Jin curled his fingers inside you, finding your g-spot. 
“Does it feel good like this?” He asked and you responded by moaning, a satisfied smile on his lips. Happy with your response. “Just you wait until I finally get to fuck you and you’ll feel my dick inside you. Oh what I would do to be inside you right now.” 
The thought of Jin being inside you was too much, you almost came at the thought of it. How he would probably put you in whatever position he pleased, anywhere and everywhere he wanted. Fucking you so deep and hard you wouldn’t be able to walk for days. 
“Please… Just make me cum… I can’t…” You pleaded, asking Jin to have mercy on you as your legs started to tremble. Feeling as your eyes started to water. The overstimulation was almost too much for you. 
“Shh princess, I got you. You can let go whenever.” He cooed before going down on you again. Speeding up his fingers just a little as he wrapped his lips around your clit. Taking you over the edge the moment he started sucking on it. Slowing down his fingers and kitty licking your clit as you rode down your high quite literally. Bucking your hips as you tried to get away from Jin, your oversensitivity quickly kicking in once you came down. 
Jin pulled out his fingers as he continued eating you. Long strokes with his tongue as he collected all your wetness, savouring the taste of you. Cleaning you up until you started pushing him away due to the slight pain coming with your oversensitivity. 
“Alright, alright.” Jin laughed, getting up from the couch. Standing in front of you, he held out his hand for you to take. 
"Want to join me in the shower?" With the wonderful bliss that you felt after your orgasm still lingering in your body, you nodded. You had just seen him naked and he had seen you. There was no harm in it, right? 
Taking his hand, you followed him into the bathroom. Jin had already turned on the water in the shower as you entered the bathroom. Both of you stepped into the shower once the water was hot enough. The water soothing against your burning skin. Still hot from all your previous activities. You closed your eyes for a moment. 
While you were standing there, content, Jin observed you. Watching as the water dropped down your body. Making your skin look like it glowed. A sigh of relief leaving your lips as you brushed your hand through your detangled hair. Jin thought he was the luckiest man on earth.
“You’re so beautiful.” He whispered, and you opened your eyes. His gaze was soft and you felt safe under it. As if he was some angel sent to watch over you, to make sure you were safe. Despite the near death experience and the storm raging on outside, you did feel safe. Because of him. His presence, caring nature and genuine concern for you. 
Who were you to deserve a man like that? Your thoughts started to spiral, the smile you had on your face faded. A sigh of disappointment leaving your lips, and Jin noticed it. 
“What’s wrong?” 
“I just need some space, some time… I’ll just go to sleep and we’ll talk about it tomorrow?” You quietly said, biting your lip. Holding in the tears that so desperately wanted to roll down your cheeks. Jin didn’t deserve your crap, and you certainly didn’t deserve him. 
“Yeah… of course.” His voice, equally quiet as yours. Jin didn’t know where all of this came from, but he wasn’t going to push you. Much had happened in the last 12 hours after all. Maybe you didn’t have any feelings for him. Maybe he was just imagining it all. A bitter truth that Jin was beginning to accept as you nodded at his response before you left the shower. Leaving him alone with his thoughts.
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As you laid on the couch, covered in a blanket that barely gave you any heat, you waited for Jin to go to bed. He spent more time in the shower than you thought he would. Holding in your tears, hiding underneath the blanket as you waited for Jin to go to sleep. 
When you heard the bedroom door close, you let all of your feelings out. Sobbing into the blanket, your body shaking from all the sadness it had been filled with. You wanted to let it all out. Pouring your heart out as the storm drowned out your cries. 
You didn’t deserve him. The moment he had called you beautiful, you couldn’t help but to think it was all unreal. It was just a dream. A moment the two of you had shared. Nothing more, nothing less. Tomorrow, when the building crew that is working on the island comes to work, you’ll be saved. Everything will go back to the way it was. Right? 
But how were you supposed to hate him when you… No. There was no way you had fallen for Jin. Kim Seokjin who made it his life mission to make your life as difficult as possible. Who always stole your hook-ups for selfish reasons. Yeah, there was no way you were falling for him. 
But if you weren’t, then why did it hurt so much? Why did it hurt so much to see him disappointed in you? See him sad, see him hurt, see him almost dying. Why did your body ache at the thought of not being good enough for him? Why did you feel as if you wanted to throw up when you thought about all the hurtful things you’d told him for years. Jin was right about one thing, he should have left you in the ocean. 
You said you wanted space which was the only reason Jin didn’t leave the bedroom to console you. Hearing your cries made his heart ache, but he began to understand why you’d said you needed space. It was all probably very overwhelming for you. While he might have had a crush on your for years now, this was most likely all new to you. Or so he’d like to think. Why else were you crying on the couch right now instead of joining him on the bed? 
Two sleepless hours of crying later and you admitted defeat. You wouldn’t be able to ever fall asleep, at least not like this. You needed to make things right with Jin. How else were you supposed to be able to wake up tomorrow? To face him? 
You threw off the blanket and got up from the couch. With goosebumps on your skin, just the thin kimono covering your body, you made your way over to the bedroom. You dragged your feet across the floor, head hanging low knocking lightly before opening the door. Jin was laying on his side underneath the covers. His hair splayed out on the pillow, looking like an angel from what you saw in the dark. The occasional flashes from the lightning giving you a glimpse of his features. Almost asleep as you quietly made your way over to the bed. 
He opened his eyes to see you awkwardly standing beside the bed. Looking for the right words to say as you twiddled with your thumbs. Looking down as you took a deep breath, not daring to look Jin in the eyes. 
“I’m sorry…” You begin with, unsure what you were apologizing for really but you knew you had a lot of apologizing to do. “... for the things I’ve said… and done… I just-”
“Shh it’s alright.” Jin interrupts you, taking hold of the covers, pulling them aside. “Just come here, we’ll talk about it tomorrow.” 
He invited you to his bed, despite everything, without hesitation. You really didn’t deserve him, you thought as you climbed into the bed. Laying down next to him, he pulled the covers over the both of you. His arm sneaking around your body to pull you closer to him. You almost let out a yelp out of surprise but quickly relaxed in his embrace. His body flushed against yours. 
“I’m so sorry Jin, for-” 
“I know, I know y/n… You’re forgiven, I promise... Just try and get some sleep okay?” Jin promises and you respond with a quiet ‘okay’. Jin rarely said your name and so, you felt that his promise to you was genuine. Finally, you were able to breath without it feeling as if someone was sitting on your chest. Closing your eyes, you moved your head around a little before finding a comfortable position to sleep in. 
“Good night y/n.” 
“Good night Jin.” 
The following morning, you woke up in Jin’s arms. Hearing him snoring slightly behind you. You chuckled, your chest vibrating, waking Jin up. Groaning, he pulled you even closer to him, almost squeezing you. 
“Don’t even think about leaving the bed for another hour.” He warned, voice hoarse and you snorted. 
“As if, you’re so warm and the rest of the house is so cold.” As the words leave your mouth, Jin let’s go of your body a little. His voice being more steady now as he starts to tease you. 
“Yah… are you using me for my warmth? I’m deeply hurt.” You chuckled and Jin couldn’t help but to smile as he felt your whole body being filled with joy. 
“Maybe…” You teased back. You hadn't felt so happy in several months as you did right in this moment. With Jin beside you, the sun suddenly wasn’t as bright. Jin’s warmth was brighter than anything you had ever felt before. 
“That’s it.” You heard Jin say before he attacked you. Strong arms gripping around your body to give him all the leverage he needed to tickle you. His hands skillfully drawing out high pitched screams from you as he tickled your stomach. Your legs and arms fly everywhere as you try to get away from him. 
“JIN... NO... PLEASE…” You managed to say in between laughs. Being the gentleman he is, he stopped at last. Growing tired of holding you still enough for him to be able to tickle you. 
You weren't convinced that he was done however, thinking you finally somehow escaped his embrace. One idea came to mind. You climbed on top of him. Taking hold of his wrists to either side of his face. His goofy smile shined back at you. 
“Pinning me down first thing in the morning. If you wanted me that bad you should have just told me princess.” He teased, knowing you would be embarrassed. With your ears now red you looked away from him. Letting go of his wrists as you bit your lip. Suddenly thinking of last night's thoughts. 
“Aww… and I thought we were just about to get kinky...” Jin whined and you ignored him, too caught up in your own thoughts. Suddenly painfully aware your core was right above his dick. You needed to have a discussion about this, about what the two of you are before you could do anything else. You needed to focus. 
You turned your head towards him, meeting Jin’s eyes. “Can you have a serious conversation with me, even though I’m sitting on top of you?” 
“Is that even a question?” He snorted and you slapped him lightly on the arm. Offended, Jin rubbed the area where you’d just slapped him with his other hand. Letting out a sigh as he sees you crossing your arms. Ignoring how delightful your boobs looked underneath the thin kimono as you did so. Reminded of last night's events suddenly.
“Yes I can.” He said, knowing you probably had things you wanted to say. Considering he didn’t let you last night. 
You think for a few seconds before you begin. “Jin… You’re so much more than I ever thought. So much better than whatever villain version I was painting up in my head and I’m sorry for the way I treated you. I probably don’t deserve you or this, whatever this is and I’m honestly scared…” You confessed. As you had started speaking, Jin had soothening rubbed circles on your things. Looking into his eyes as you continued. 
“I think I want something… But that’s only of course if you want something... Maybe this was just a one time thing for you…” You started to ramble and Jin takes you by surprise as he sets up.His face being only inches away from yours. Staring deeply into your eyes, he caressed your face.
“Of course I want something with you.” He soothed and you let out a breath of relief. 
“Okay that’s good… Well… I guess what I wanted to say was… Can we take it slow? Figure it all out before we move further?” 
“What’s further than my dick down your throat and my tongue inside your pussy? Me inside you? Assplay?” Jin joked and you shook your head out of disbelief. Though you couldn’t help that the thought of it awoke a certain type of need in you. 
“I seriously can’t with-” Before you could finish your sentence, Jin had already pressed his lips against yours. Softly and playfully kissing you as you giggled into the kiss. Annoyed that you weren’t able to focus on him, only laughing in his face (literally) he moved onto your neck. Pressing feather light kisses to it. Only a man could stop himself for so long when he had a beautiful girl confessing she wanted something with him, half naked on his lap. He wanted you, and he wanted you now.  
You were both interrupted by loud noises coming from the outside. As you tried to listen, you suddenly heard your name being shouted followed by Jin’s. The rescue team was here. You almost threw yourself off the bed in surprise. Jin groaning as you left his lap, his head thrown back. 
“Really? We are about to be saved from being stranded, and you’re complaining?” You questioned and Jin scrunched his face shaking his head lightly. 
“Yah, why do you have to say it like that? I wouldn’t exactly mind if they came an hour later or so. That’s all.” Jin said as he got up from the bed. Stretching his back as he yawned with his arms up in the air. You laughed, shaking your head before you replied to him. 
“Come on now… let’s go home.” 
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The rest of the day was spent in meetings with your boss and other people higher up at the resort. They apologized profusely for what you and Jin had to go through. Offering you a week off to just enjoy your time at the resort. Jin had denied the offer quickly, saying you will work as usual and that they will be contacted by his lawyer regarding the incident. 
You’d left the meeting earlier than Jin, he reassured that he would take care of it. It was enough for your exhausted body to give in and go back to your apartment. You wanted nothing more than to rest for a little while, to let your sore muscles heal.
As you changed into something a little more comfortable, you couldn’t help but to think back to the last 24 hours. You and Jin had almost drowned. You were stranded on an island. Well, inside a fancy hotel resort condo but nonetheless still stranded. You’d spend so much time with Jin. Seeing a different side of him as you finally allowed yourself to open up to him. 
With your mind filled with blissful thoughts of Jin, you fell asleep. Not even bothering to pull down the blinds as the sun shined through your window. Exhausted, you allowed yourself to relax and sleep. To heal from all the bad that came with all the good. 
You were woken up from your nap by a knock on the door. Looking at the clock, you realized several hours had gone by and it was suddenly evening. Your room was dark, the sun had gone down already. You were confused as to who could want something from you at this hour, so you dragged yourself out of bed to look. Opening the door, you were met with Jin. A bright smile on his lips as he held two containers of food in his hands. The beginning of something new. 
From that point on, Jin didn’t leave the containers outside your door. The two of you always ate dinner together. Making new routines, getting acquainted with the idea of being something other than enemies. Something sweeter. Something more joyful. The best part? You had two months left of the summer to spend together. Two more months of just you and Jin. Bound together by tides that just happened to be right on time.
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aromanticchair · 3 years
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Sirius's Summer Holidays
Sirius didn't have a great home life, and that was an established-fact among the marauders, but it was never spoken of. It was something they were all aware of, but unless mentioned by Sirius himself, it was never brought up.
Not even when he got howlers from home. Or when he flinched everytime someone raised their voice. Or when he defended muggleborns and half-bloods from other purebloods. And especially not when he came back from summer vacation, wounds still fresh on his back and face.
The summer after fifth year was particularly bad. Besides the beatings, his parents started insulting him for no reason. Although Sirius hadn't told his parents he was gay, they loved using slurs when referring to him. They either found out about it or just particularly liked being bigoted.
Regulus never joined in, but he never helped in any other way. Maybe he agreed with them or maybe he was just scared.
Sirius was afraid to find out, and sometimes would even stand outside his room, deciding to knock or to just walk away. He never knocked.
Last day before going back to Hogwarts was the usual. His parents were guilting him because of all the textbooks and material they had to buy, calling him ungrateful and other not so kind names. Sirius usually talked back. His mum was satisfied with slapping his face countless times a day, but when his dad heard him he was harsh on his back.
But like every year, he left for Hogwarts. Spent the train ride trying new spells and eating Bertie Bott's Every Flavour Bean. Peter would talk non-stop about where he had been during the summer, James would brag about his quidditch skills and new pickup lines for Lily while Remus laughed with them.
"He looks tired" Sirius thought to himself.
After dinner, his back still ached like crazy. He hadn't healed the wounds himself because he was no good at it, even with magic, and he would ask James for help except Sirius knew he'd be crazy mad and call his parents, asking them to take Sirius in. He couldn't do that to the Potters.
He said goodnight to everyone and waited some time until they were asleep. It hadn't been hard to stay awake; his wounds were burning, he was afraid they were getting an infection.
He sneaked out of bed and into the bathroom, careful to lock the door so nobody would walk in on him.
He removed his shirt and stared at the mess of blood and raw skin and took a deep breath. Cleaning that was going to be a bitch.
Sirius tried some healing spells but he was no good at them. It stung more than it helped. He was constantly moaning at the sharp pain, but tried to keep going.
Suddenly, the door unlocked and the door opened abruptly, showing an afraid Remus, wand in hand. He sighed of relief when he saw Sirius.
Why did they bother building locks when anyone could Alohomora their way in anywhere?
"Merlin's bollocks, you scared me! What are you doing here?" Remus half shouted, careful not to speak too loud.
Sirius was in shock, facing Remus. He tried to think of a quick response.
"I'm uh- flexing to myself in the mirror?" he answered, uncertain if his lie was believable.
Remus frowned "You show off when other people are around to see, not by yourself" he looked at Sirius's torso and pink rose to his cheeks "Sirius, put a bloody shirt on, will you?" his voice was frantic and agitated.
Sirius quickly scrambled to get it and in the process turned his back on Remus. He gasped and Sirius sighed. He thought he could be quick enough so he wouldn't see them.
He was putting his shirt back on "It's no-"
"Don't put the shirt back on, you git," he said quickly, and sighed "you'll get an infection" he spoke with a calmer voice.
Sirius slowly undressed again while Remus went back to the dorm and came back with a small box.
"You can sit. I'm just going to clean your back and then close the lashes with a spell I learned."
Sirius nodded while Remus got to work. It stung a lot and Sirius was fighting tears to keep whimpers from escaping him. Remus did it slowly so he had time to recover, but it didn't help a lot. He would massage his hair a little to give him some momentary relief.
"I learned how to do this after full moons became violent. My parents would help me, of course, but I wanted to know how to do it on my own." Remus told him, breaking the silence.
"The last ones have been rough, right?" Sirius questioned "You look tired."
Remus sighed and kept doing his job "Yes, they always are when I can't be with you, James and Peter."
After the cleaning was done, the wounds were stitched and began their healing process. It would get better with time, but at least there wasn't any raw skin exposed anymore.
When he was finally done, Sirius let out a shaky breath and lied his head on his arms "Thanks, Moony."
Remus stared at the pale boy for a while, clenching his fists.
"What happened?" his voice was low and controlled.
"What do you think?" he snorted and chuckled.
The blond boy rolled his eyes "Be serious."
"I am Sirius."
"Come on, Pads! I just healed whip lashes from your back! Please stop with the jokes, it's worrying."
Sirius stared at Remus's eyes for a few seconds and then turned away "I can't, alright?"
Remus's frowns softened "I don't want to force you into talking, I just want you to be more honest." he sat next to him, without looking in his direction "When you're ready."
Sirius nodded and sucked in a breath. He slipped his hand into Remus's slowly. He was afraid of his reaction, but it felt right.
Remus didn't pull away. He interlocked their fingers and gave him a squeeze. Tears formed in Sirius's eyes while he rested his head on the other boy's shoulder.
He took a deep breath and started drifting off to sleep.
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liv-hart · 3 years
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Continuing from HERE
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EVENT THREAD
April 29, 2021
Charles — 04/29/2021 Charles took note of how she wouldn’t look at him. That pained him. Perhaps she had moved on. The small good part of him hoped she had to find happiness but the other outweighed and would kill anyone that touched her then show her just how she belonged to. His comment struck a nerve. So maybe she wasn’t. He moved over to her and bent to whisper in her ear, “Perhaps I should take you over my knee and show everyone here just who you belong to especially with that sassy mouth.” He hasn’t slept with Sofia and had no plans of doing so, but it was hard going without sex since before Liv, he was sleeping with whoever he could. Then he met Liv and she became his one and only. Now he was feeling pretty miserable and wanted to give into the urges. It was hard for him not to go to the woman that he was supposed to be with intimately.
Olivia — 04/29/2021 It was really hard to not meet his eyes, to be closer to him, to forget everything and be in his arms, but she couldn't, she couldn't do what her mom did. But how could she move on when weeks ago she told him she was in love with him? Did he really think she moved on that fast? One thing she was sure of, he was jealous, which made her feel at ease for a moment. What she didn't expect was that in front of everyone he'd whisper in her ear. The closeness was killing her, her heart was racing at the speed of light and her core sent her a shiver down her spine. There was nothing more that she wanted than to be with him, in every sense.  But they needed to have a talk, because she couldn't allow be the mistress, that's why they went on separate ways. There were things she needed to understand first before she decided to give in to him that night. "Before doing that, we need to talk...in your office" she murmured in his hear.
Charles — 04/29/2021 Charles didn’t want to have a mistress which is often what high powered executives had. The wives agreed to it so they had the power and ranking in society but it was kept to a blind eye. Secret vacations, second homes that were kept up for them- it was something his father indulged in after his mother grew ill. She had encouraged it. At the time it was something Charles couldn’t quite possibly understand. He didn’t want that kind of life for himself. He wanted someone that truly wanted him. That just loved and cared about him back. Hearing her words, he pulled back and nodded. He began to make his way towards the offices. He didn’t care who saw him headed there After all he was part of the business so it was likely some business had come up. The club wasn’t the only thing he kept up with. He went inside, leaving the door open for her to come in as he poured himself another drink this one stronger than what was being served downstairs which is what he wanted. This was a talk he was sure he wouldn’t like.
Olivia — 04/29/2021 Her memories about her mother kept resurfacing since the day he told her he was engaged. Olivia saw her mother cry alone in the middle of the night, her mother's heart broken into pieces until one day she confronted Jake's mom...ended up in a disaster and from that moment she swore something like that would never happen to her. But faith simply had something else ready for her and that was why she was on this situation. When he pulled back and started walking towards his office, she followed him, if someone saw them, so be it, she was tired of pretending, of hiding. Once they got there, she stepped in and walked further. She observed him as he poured a glass of whiskey. That was the man she loved, that was the man she wanted to spend her life with, to have a family, to grow old together, but things weren't easy and that hurt her. It hurt her that she couldn't be with him, that he had a fiancee. But that wasn't what it brought them there on that moment. First she wanted to know something. "Do you really think I fucked Jake? Or that I'm fucking him?" she asked with curiosity.
Charles — 04/29/2021 Charles brought the tumblr to his lips as he let the liquid flow through him, warming him up. He probably shouldn’t be drinking that much tonight and knows that Charlotte would have his ass, but it was often what got him through his days. He moved over and shut the door behind her and handed her the glass knowing they’ve shared worse than a glass of bourbon. “Do I think you’re fucking him no. Have you in the past? I don’t know.” He said honestly as he leaned against his desk with his hands wrapped around the wood as he took her appearance in for the first time that night. God she looked gorgeous. “I haven’t fucked her.” He said looking away from her for a moment before turning his gaze back to her. “I should be because it’s what I’m supposed to do. We’re supposed to be the new power couple in Vegas that’s going to be like royalty.”
Olivia — 04/29/2021 Once he closed the door behind her, Olivia walked further into his office, her mind bringing good old memories of them there. She was coping with this heartbreak with work at her dance studio, exhausting herself to not think and not feel the ache she had been carrying. As he offered her his glass, she gave him a soft smile and then took a sip, the bourbon immediately burning her throat as it slide. "Well we do have a relationship..."she mentioned almost casually. She really wanted to know what was the grade of jealousy that man had. It was almost hilarious but he didn't know what type of relationship Jake and Olivia had, so this was interesting. She took her time to admire his features as he leaned against the desk and oh boy, he was an Adonis. It was a sigh of relief when he said he didn't fuck her, so he had been faithful to Olivia as much as Olivia was faithful to him. But that last comment hurt her. "So you are willing to do that? To fuck her because it's something you should do?" April 30, 2021
Charles — 04/30/2021 Charles laughed humorously, “A relationship?” He shook his head as he fell deep in thought. “Last I heard about him he doesn’t have relationships with women. He is the type to fuck then dump.” He didn’t care to learn about the lawyer since he had one in his pocket that had his well being in mind. Jake was for the club and for that he respected and just stayed out of the way. His grip on the wood tightened as he pondered on her words, “It’s not like it would be a job.” He said with no emotion held in his voice. “If I had to do I could have an heir then yes. That is not something I can ask you to very well do is it?” He asked with a slight incline of his head. While he knew that Liv would likely do and be that for him, he didn’t want to ask her to do that especially given the situation.
Olivia — 04/30/2021 " Don't laugh. I'm being serious, Charles. I do have a relationship with Jake. Not the one you are thinking though."she said softly. It was her time to let him in, even if it wasn't the right place to tell so. Letting out a small sigh, she then placed her gaze into his beautiful eyes. "He is my brother. Half brother to be exact". It was the first time she said that out loud and she didn't feel any hate. "My mom was his father's lover. That is why I don't want to be a lover or mistress." she said to him. "I saw my mom suffer secretly all of my life. And I don't want to go through the same as her. Though where I am now is quite painful and heartbreaking" she admitted out loud. " Remember when you asked what did I want? And my reply was you? I'm here for the long run. I am in love with you. I want a family with you and grow old together with you." She said before finishing her glass of bourbon.(edited) May 3, 2021
Charles — 05/03/2021 Charles’ eyebrows raised at hearing that Jake was her half brother. Now the statement of him asking if she was fucking him was ludicrous. He listened to what she had to say and suddenly everything made sense. “I see.” He finally said as he looked anywhere but at her. “I wouldn’t ever ask you to be my mistress. Even though you would have my heart and my body, you deserve more than that.” He reached out and brushed his knuckles across her cheek. “What if I can’t give you that?” He asked out of curiosity. “What if all I can give you is for you to be my lover?”(edited) May 4, 2021
Olivia — Yesterday at 12:04 AM She started looking everywhere but him, the glass now empty, placed on the desk before she stepped away from being close to him, she couldn't be near the man she loved without feeling her heart broken. She let him in, poured her heart and all she had as a reply was that. Maybe it was time for her to open her eyes and realize she needed someone who wouldn't hurt her, though the process was going to be very painful, but repeating her mother's story, suffer the way her mother did...that wasn't what she wanted and deserved. But it was needed one simple touch, not even a touch, a brush on her cheek and she was completely disarmed against him. "I don't know...I simply don't know..."
Charles — Yesterday at 8:15 PM Charles nodded. Of course he knew he was seemingly cold against her, though he was growing that way with everyone. It was better for people to not be close to him since he tends to hurt those he grows close to. He stepped away from his desk and leaned against the door with his hand on the door knob, “I’m not making my choice, Liv. I’m just asking so I know where your heart is.”
Olivia — Yesterday at 9:01 PM It was hard to be near him and be cold...specially when a simple touch could disarm her but she tried to recover from his touch and grabbed the glass she left on the desk and went to pour another drink, because lord knows she needed it. She took that drink as fast as she could before looking directly into his eyes. "Do you really have to ask where my heart is? Seriously Charles? My heart, no matter what I want or deserve...is with you..."she said trying to stay calm. She couldn't believe he was still asking these type of things after knowing how much she loved him. Maybe she needed a third drink after all.
Charles — Yesterday at 9:12 PM Charles knew he shouldn’t have asked that, but his heart was giving him utter turmoil. His jaw ticked as she spoke. His eyes closed as he thought of what to do. What to say. Nothing he could say would ever be right. He glanced at the clock then back at her. “Sofia is going to be wondering where I am.” He said softly, not trying to hurt her but he had to get back to her so no questions were raised. “I love you, Olivia. Nothing or no one could change that fact. You showed me that maybe I am worth something. Maybe I’m selfish because I want you while I’m promised to another and I wish I could have you both but that is impossible.”
Olivia — Yesterday at 10:31 PM Olivia grabbed the bottle but hardened her grip on it as she heard the name of his fiancee. All she could do was nod, of course...no one knew Olivia was with him. She was trying to listen to him but the pain in her heart was too much to handle. That's how her mother suffered and the story itself was repeating. Hearing him say he loved her, she wondered what kind of love was that one; maybe a selfish and a cruel love, because no pure love could feel like the way both were feeling. "I see...You..."she said before looking back at him, "You should go...your fiancee is waiting for you..." May 5, 2021
Charles — Today at 2:04 AM Charles nodded. He didn’t have the fight left in him currently. How he was wasn’t like him. Opening the door, he was going to let her take the time she needed in his office. Not like it hadn’t been a sanctuary for her between her dances prior. “I’ll be seeing you, Olivia.” He stepped back out where the music was thumping against the walls. It quelled the hammering of his own heart. Had he just made a mistake? Time would tell how that went.
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VII. God That You Deserve
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You want to have it all, you want to be absolved
You got the God that you deserve
Bow down west, kneel to the east
You got the God that you deserve
We’re put upon this earth to help our fellow man
Let’s help him to the chopping block
We can mow them down with a bible in our hand
Shower them with love disguised as rocks
Channel 3, The God That You Deserve
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John does not risk following Jerome and Diana. He’s not that stupid.
He just stands there, thigh-deep in the water; chest heaving in barely contained fury, clenching and unclenching his fists.
He should have put his revolver in his belt. Should have brought a fucking retinue.
He had gotten cocky, vainglorious. After she’d nearly broken down at the threat of the Bliss he thought he’d had her.
He slowly reaches up to wipe her spit-water from his face, clenching his jaw so hard he starts to feel it up inside his head, a little node of pain throbbing somewhere deep. She’d spit it right at him.
Right in his face.
The fucking audacity—the pride.
...The wrath.
He’d seen it flash behind her eyes just before she’d committed the act. The hardening of the brow. The steely grimace that had pursed her sinful little lips, so wont to spit filth and vitriol. He wonders if all that pitiful whimpering and clutching she’d been doing was just an act.
He strikes out at the water, slapping his hand through it in a vicious and futile effort before spinning and sloshing his way back to shore.
John doesn’t drive back to the bunker. He heads for the ranch instead. He wants to go bury himself in the bowels of his Gate and take his fury out on the other one, Hudson; oh, he very badly wants to visit his own wrath upon her.
But he knows he can’t; Hudson is valuable to him. The deputy wants the woman set free, and if she is dead she cannot be used as bait. And if he goes back to the bunker now, he isn’t sure he’d be able to stop himself.
It is Diana Joseph wants. Something seems to hinge upon her, though John hasn’t been graced with the knowledge of what exactly that something is.
Other than his very own entry into their New Eden, of course.
She must reach atonement. That is all he knows. And despite his efforts to make himself think he’s trying so hard for her benefit, it is a thin enough veneer; he wants to save himself.
He knows his own greed. He knows all of the sins, knows them all by heart, for he has embodied every single one, has them etched into his very own flesh for the world to see.
The angry, crossed-out sloth on his chest is a testament to the price he paid all those years ago to gain his brother’s confidence; to become Joseph’s first herald.
It was the first in a long line of tattoos and scarifications, symbolizing the despair and utter disdain he’d carried within his heart ever since he’d been separated from his brothers and spent those years in the Duncan’s home, subjected to and shaped by their twisted dogma. Joseph himself etched the word onto John’s chest with a pen knife in his very own office there in Atlanta.
Not only did he want to watch the world burn, he wanted an active role in its destruction. The void in him was so empty, so vast, there had been nothing of himself when Joseph came to him. His face a grinning death mask placed over a corpse. His words honeyed lies and manipulations; nothing real, nothing genuine. Eyes full of empty sycophantic good-humor.
But Joseph saw him, saw through the empty shell. Joseph told him the only way he could confront it, to show that he had the courage and the fortitude to overcome those desires and turn them into something righteous, was to bear the mark of his own sin without shame. He already bore the scars of forced self-flagellation on his back, but those were nothing more than historic monuments to a false penance. Brought into the light, borne on the flesh itself, his true sins could be owned and accepted and, eventually, overcome.
Joseph filled John with purpose. He recounted the words of the voice that had spoken to him sporadically throughout his own life, both under their parents’ roof and in the years after they’d been separated. And when he had told John about the Collapse, the youngest brother had sworn he’d seen Joseph bathed in some kind of holy light of retribution.
It was everything he wanted. To see the sin burnt out of the world; to be a very perpetrator of such holy cleansing. To be chosen. To be special. To know that what they’d all suffered had only been a test of faith. He had much to atone for, certainly; but for a brief time, he’d felt some kind of hope blooming in the ugly quagmire of his despair.
A white church truck, headlights on, parked haphazardly at the side of the road catches John’s attention and pulls him out of the haze of his own memories.
He slows the van suddenly when he sees legs poking out from behind one of the tires, jamming the gear shift into park and hopping out without bothering to close the door behind him.
It is a member of the Project lying freshly dead in a growing puddle of blood beside the truck, and there is another about ten feet behind her. A tangle of snipped ropes litter the ground between the two bodies, and suddenly John knows exactly what happened.
Deputy Baker and her little friends.
They must have seen one or two of their own being taken, killed two more of his family to let them loose.
Fucking fools.
John feels the rage boiling back up and kicks the woman’s stiffened body in an impulsive display of ire. He should know her name, probably does, but it eludes him currently. He turns from the corpses and throws open the door of the truck, climbing up inside and yanking the radio from its clip on the dashboard.
He switches it to the common channel he knows the little urchin uses and brings the CB up to his lips. “I know your sin, deputy,” he hisses with the talk button depressed.
“It drives you. Every thought, every action.” He pauses for a bit, staring hard at nothing in particular past the windshield. “Your sin is wrath.”
He finds his breath quickening, and suddenly a strangled little laugh makes its way up out of his throat. The irony here is not lost upon him.
It had taken Joseph a few years to realize that John’s penultimate sin was not actually sloth, or any variation thereof.
The more free reign he was given with his duties as inquisitor and baptist, the more his truest, deepest inclinations began to emerge. His anger had festered for years. The more that yawning void within him shrunk, it was only being replaced with the knowledge that he finally had the means to unleash his wrath upon the world and its injustices.
“So, I will indulge you,” he continues. “Become wrath. Let it fill your body and consume your soul, because in the end, you’ll be empty. And I’ll be waiting.”
John slams the radio down and starts backing himself out of the truck’s passenger side. A few seconds later, static fills the interior and gives him pause as Diana’s scratchy voice cuts through over the dashboard speakers.
“You want wrath? I’ll give you wrath, you fucking psycho. I will burn this whole...fucking...valley to ash if you don’t let Joey go. And then I’ll do the same to your siblings.”
John stares at the speakers. The corner of his mouth curls. He reaches out and picks the CB back up, can’t help it.
She’s certainly recovered quickly, nestled back into the arms of her insolent companions. Every time he threatens her she parries. He’d meant to have that little declaration be the final word of the evening, but even as famished and exhausted as she must be, she’s still got the energy to show him her teeth. So he’ll bite. He couldn’t possibly do anything else.
“I may have underestimated your capacity to make friends, but don’t think it’s going to happen again. I can send men out after you any time I want, deputy. And I will—when you’re good and ready. Just know that every pain you inflict on this Project will be visited a thousand times on those friends of yours. And,” he hisses softly, almost managing to sound like there’s a drop of compassion somewhere within him, “I’m really not sure how much more Hudson can endure…”
Silence drags on in the wake of his quietly uttered threats. The only sound for a short time is the combined rumble of both vehicles’ idling engines.
“I didn’t ask to be rescued. I’ll admit, they must need help pretty bad if they keep bothering to save my sorry ass. But I won’t make the same mistake twice, either. Unless you agree to let Joey and the others go, you’re not getting me again.”
“None of them will be released. They will confess and they will atone, or they will be eliminated. You, on the other hand, I have instructed my men to take alive.”
“We both know you won’t kill them, asshole. I’m not as stupid as you think I am. You want me, you need a backup in case your cronies can’t catch me. You need bait. And I need a fucking vacation. So don’t bother sending them out to get me because I won’t be in the valley for much longer.”
John falters momentarily, readjusts his position from where he’d been half-leaned on one knee over the truck’s passenger seat. He slips back down to the tarmac, pulling the radio’s wire taught from where it’s connected to the dashboard panel.
He doesn’t know what to do with the sudden spike of alarm that shoots through him like a lightning bolt. The very thought is an affront.
She can’t leave.
She’s supposed to be his.
“You leave Holland Valley, you leave my protection, Diana. I’ve been treating you with kid gloves because the Father wants you spared...but Jacob and Faith are not so prone to indulgence as I am.”
“Fuck you, John,” she replies after a few beats, voice muffled by increasing static, almost like she’s on her way out as they speak. The venom is still there though, coming through loud and clear.
“I’ll take my chances,” she follows up with a cold air of finality.
“Diana-!”
The stereo plays back nothing but static, empty white noise. He looks down at the radio in his hand. Presses the talk button and says her name again through clenched teeth. Stares at it for a few more seconds before erupting in a furious, incomprehensible growl and launching it back into the truck’s cab. It bangs against the driver’s side door and falls to the floor.
He stalks over to the van, gets back in and slams the door, slams his palms against the steering wheel. He pinches the bridge of his nose, takes a few deep breaths and when that doesn’t help, he peels out in a maneuver far too aggressive for a cargo van and continues on to the ranch.
He marches past the guards who know his moods well enough by now that they don’t speak a word, through the front door, around the bear skin rug and the huge fireplace and up the handcrafted wooden stairs. He retreats to the master bedroom.
And then he proceeds to thoroughly trash the place.
John curses his own stupidity, gnashes his teeth at his own negligence. He’d been so sure. But he hadn’t counted on Jerome and Mary May’s resistance taking a shine to the little cretin.
Those two have been involved in a few too many daring rescue missions in recent months. It is starting to get bothersome.
He wants to send a band of Chosen out to obliterate Fall’s End, wipe it off the map, crush it beneath the heel of the Project once and for all. But he daren’t make a move like that without Joseph’s express permission, and that makes him even more furious.
He swipes a stack of notebooks and paperwork from the top of his desk, sending it all scattering across the floor.
No matter what, he has always been pinned beneath someone else’s whims; first it was Old Man Seed, and then the fucking Duncans, now his own brother doesn’t even trust him to handle things on his own.
The same brother that carved sloth onto his chest, and then crossed it out with John's own tattoo gun years later to write out wrath in even larger, angrier calligraphy across the back of his shoulders, right over those old whipping scars. He’d exposed it, but he’d never quite managed to expel it.
He grabs at the base of a tall and extravagant floor lamp and sends it hurtling across the room, baring his teeth in a mirthless grin as the glass shade and the light bulbs nestled within shatter against the wall.
And now here she is; this impudent, tawdry, absolutely abrasive, godless heathen, and—and—
She’s just like him, isn’t she?
Empty of all but rage.
Harboring secrets.
There’s nothing to outright suggest it, but he can just tell. Her history of disciplinary foibles. Her impulsiveness, her recklessness. She’s too quick to offer herself up in exchange for the others; in exchange for her partner.
John’s quite sure she doesn’t give a single shit about the other people being held in his bunker, but she pretends like she does because she has to. He’d been mostly bluffing with all his chatter back there about knowing she’d fight to save herself; in all honesty, he’d been more convinced she had something of a martyr complex. Or she was just plain suicidal.
Either way, now that he’s sure—he itches to mark her. He just needs to get her back. Just needs her to confess to whatever it is she’s hidden away from the world, whatever seeds have been sown by the wrath that curls inside her.
Even though the marking is a ritual Joseph taught him, he’d taken to it and made it his own with a fervor reserved only for the most devoted…or the most fanatical. It allowed him to take what the Duncans had done and transform it into something real, something that helped people.
And now Joseph criticizes him for his work.
And he will surely be criticized for letting her escape.
He pulls the drawers from his desk, one by one, sends them hurtling off to the sides of the room.
The wrath will come first. He won’t make the same mistake Joseph did. That one will go across the delicate expanse of her collarbones.
He hadn’t made his mind up about her pride until she’d been standing there - practically being held up by her valiant savior - and still had the sheer audacity to show him both middle fucking fingers.
There is a ham radio set up on the desk. Halfway through pulling out the last drawer John stops, heaves out a heavy breath and straightens, smoothing back his unruly hair. He’s just about to reach out for the switch when the telephone downstairs starts ringing.
Joseph is the only person who calls him on the landline. He’d been expecting it. But he’d hoped he could at least put a call in to Jacob before getting his ass handed to him.
“Fuck,” he curses, flexes his fists and turns for the door, stepping wide over one of the desk drawers that came to land upside down on the expensive baroque rug covering the hardwood.
He breezes down the stairs, wet shoes squelching with every step, crosses to the huge mahogany dining table - loaded with gun cases and supplemental copies of the Book of Joseph, and of course the telephone sat haphazardly near one edge, really no room for anyone to actually sit and eat dinner - and picks up the receiver.
“John. Did she at least confess?”
John feels his mouth drying up. He can hear the displeasure oozing in Joseph’s voice despite the low, even tone he takes. “I—no.”
“That is...disappointing to hear, brother. It’s no secret that...well, normally, I find your methods a bit too thorough. What happened?”
John blinks and swipes his palm down over his mouth and the modest growth of his beard; an anxious gesture, to be sure. “I...attempted to cleanse her in the waters again. I thought, perhaps, the influence of the Bliss might-”
“Alone? No witnesses? No protection? John,” he chides, and the younger brother swears he can practically see Joseph shaking his head in shame.
“It was...impulsive, I know, I just—I was sure. I was sure I had her until fucking Jerome-”
“Again?”
John shuts up for a few seconds, uncomfortably aware of the fact that this is not the first time Jerome Jeffries has taken someone out from under him.
Months back, thanks to Will Boyd’s help, the two of them had sprung Mary May Fairgrave and her brother, Drew, right from Joseph’s very own compound. He still didn’t quite know how they’d managed to do it; he’d been deep in a Bliss trip at the time, and not even a voluntary one.
Drew had not betrayed them. He’d died faithful. But Mary May had gone straight back to that fucking bar of hers as if nothing had ever happened. The only difference now is there is an arsenal stashed there along with all the illicit booze she’s still managed to hold onto.
John moved his operation into his own bunker after that little incident. It was supposed to help prevent anything like that from happening again. It had given him more creative freedom, anyway.
“I didn’t know their little resistance had latched onto her already-”
“You should have been prepared. We knew Roosevelt was involved, it was only a matter of time before the pastor insinuated himself.”
He clenches his fist, reaches up to sweep his palm over his hair again. “Has anyone put eyes on her? Where’s she headed?”
There is a pause on the other end of the line. John hears the radio upstairs crackle to life just before Joseph answers and drowns out whatever message might be coming through up there.
“North. Toward the mountains. You...haven’t been informed?”
John feels the blood draining from his face as garbled bits of chatter drift down from upstairs. “Informed of what?”
“She just tore through your operation at U.S. Auto, John. Two of your silos are burning as we speak.”
John freezes. His face contorts with rage, and silently he claws a hand in the air like maybe, if he prays on it hard enough, Deputy fucking Baker will materialize there with her pretty windpipe collapsing beneath his clutching fingers.
“I...had not been informed yet, no,” he manages to croak out without sounding too much like he’s having an aneurysm.
He squeezes his eyes shut and forces himself to inhale deeply. “I will have it taken care of, Joseph. They will not slow down progress on the Revelator. We may have lost some Bliss, but, in the grand scheme, that’s negligible. I can simply put in a call to Jacob—have his hunters pick her up and bring her back-”
“Jacob and Faith have both been given the same instructions. She is to be brought into the flock, or she needs to be eliminated. She is to be rendered harmless to us. If you cannot complete the task, one of them surely will.”
John can’t help a chortle of indignation. “What? You said-”
“Situations change, my brother. We must adapt as best we can. We must focus on protecting what is ours against those who would seek to destroy it. You have to trust me. I think, perhaps, Jacob’s selection program could be the best thing for her.”
“Joseph, I don’t—I can do it. I can convert her, I just need to get my hands back on her. The little fucking wretch is a nihilist, she doesn’t believe in anything except her own incredible capacity for alienation and spite,” he rambles fervently, lost in his own irritation. “You gave me this task and I will not fail again. But I need answers. I need context. I need to know why she’s so important.”
There is a careful silence that hangs between them once again, punctuated only by the static and garbled, frantic voices drifting down from upstairs; no doubt his followers scrambling over what to do about more of their property being taken.
“I cannot give you the answers you seek, John, because I do not have them,” Joseph finally replies, slow and steady. “All I know is that she poses a threat to us, to our family. The longer she is out there, trying to destroy all that we have built, the closer she may very well be drawing us to the Collapse. She needs to be subdued.”
John wets his lips, staring hard at the portrait of Joseph that looms on the wall opposite him. Though little, it is still more information than he’d been made privy to before, and it gnaws at him even deeper that he’d let her get away. “I...if I’d known, I-”
“Your methods of conversion have hurt us, John. Those you scar too deeply, they will heal; they will become carriers of your sin. They will spread that sin to others. Look at the deputy; Mary May Fairgrave, Grace Armstrong, Jerome...they have all evaded you. And because you failed to bring them to heel, they are acting out. They are spreading your sin.”
“But it’s not just-”
“Jacob and Faith already have plans in place to disarm the resistance in their own regions. We always knew there would be holdouts. We always knew there would be those who refuse to hear our message. But you are not Jacob; brute force and erratic, vain displays of dominance and strength are not what you were meant for, John. I know you still preach the words I have taught you, but I fear you have forgotten to practice them.”
“Joseph-”
“Go and tend to the valley. Tend to your flock. And when the Revelator is finished, take Fall’s End. Send your Chosen into the sky and rain fire down on them. And if Deputy Baker makes it back to the valley—you must not lose her again. I love you, brother.”
The line goes dead and John is left standing in the ranch, the telephone receiver clenched so hard in his hand it shakes against the shell of his ear.
Joseph has been singling him out more and more in recent years. Treating him like a liability. Treating him like a child. Meanwhile, Jacob is nestled away up in the mountains performing experiments that would make the perpetrators of MK-Ultra blush while Faith is allowed to wreak havoc across the river with her ever-growing horde of Angels. All sanctioned by Joseph.
John finally slams down the receiver and turns to go back upstairs. He will tend to the valley, have the fires put out. And then he will send out armed convoys to scour for her, for any and all members of the resistance that dare think they can spit in his eye. Hell, he might even send out a few of the Chosen to do some aerial reconnaissance.
Maybe he’ll take Affirmation and join them.
Wrath, indeed.
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Its one of those nights
I don’t even know why I am grieving anymore. Is it because of Taylor? a fictional character who I barely remember? Is it because of whatever happened to me and I also can’t recall? Perhaps is the situation I’m trapped in. This... habitat. It’s too small. We are ten creatures (eleven counting zarya) trapped in a container that has only 4 rooms and one bathroom. Two of those rooms are dedicated for nesting, one is for storage and the last one if the common area that also doubles as food supply.  Worst thing of all, three of us share one nesting site that’s not even big enough for us and 4 of the other sometimes joins us at the nests.
I miss Taylor. I was just crying about them after watching the final episode of Kipo. Hugo died, I’m not tagging spoilers, this is my private yet public diary, I have no idea of how you got here if you’re not me and have no access to my account, by the way. Anyway I was so sentimental over that death. I hate self sacrificing assholes that find someone to die for. I hate that. I hate that they’re redeemed that way. I just. They think they have to fix things. They do, but they had already done it. THEY HAD ALREADY. IT WAS NOT NECESSARY TAYLOR. SO WHAT IF SHE DIES? DO YOU KNOW HOW MANY PEOPLE DIE. I KNOW HOW YOU FEEL! I KNOW YOU THINK THIS IS SOMETHING YOU CAN MAKE RIGHT ON YOUR OWN. THAT YOU CAN UNDO THE INJUSTICE OR AT LEAST AVENGE IT. THAT YOU CAN SAVE EVERYONE EVEN AT THE COST OF YOUR OWN LIFE.
I thought the same. I thought that If I died I would fix everything. I know you might not have been suicidal. But I was. I thought everything was going to be fine because it was my fault and It would be just. I still think I am better off alone and that my loved ones should stay away from me. But I no longer think that I should die. Because I have people that care, Tay. You had a family to go back to, a cat. Friends.  A future.  Loving... you had love. You had a home to return to. One that was not broken. A loving, caring home. They’ll never find out what happened to you. Not really. We both know they’ll cover it up. 
You’re fictional, and never really knew me. Just.... trivial, fake details that I had to choose because it was coded that way. I wanted. I truly thought of it. I knew I was going to die young. Of course I’m still here but we’re less than a blink in scale to the universe’s age so I’ll be dead before it dies, or it will die with me, I’m not sure. Remember that dumb line you did? when I made a self sacrificing joke a heartfelt compliment because of course I would choose that option? That kept me alive. I thought... we’d make it through this. It made me feel hope. I... I love you for it. I am starved of kindness, I had love before, but not tenderness. I didn’t had that warmth, despite my parents burning everything they had so I didn’t had to pass cold nights like they did. I felt wanted. Taylor I felt like my life had a purpose. 
I know you’re not real, and it is an interactive story and that I had no true control over the outcome. I now know that. But in that moment? I needed that. I remember it, I was in vacation, in the hotel room laying in bed. We were a street from the beach. I don’t know if it was night though, it probably was because my parents weren’t looking at me crying my eyes out. They probably were awake though, I have been told i can mask my feelings very well. You know, your dating video said you like long walks in the beach. I know that’s just a cliché thing to say and I did not know that information back then because I just assumed everything I liked was made in a vacuum. But the beach was a street away, Tay. 
I no longer go to the beach. My family is broken and I have the financial problems of being in college and unemployed. I wish I could have share that with you. Sitting on the beach, Maybe just walking. I hate the sand sticking to my skin, but I wouldn’t mind it if It were for you. I write to you like if you were real because you felt like a friend to me and I cannot cope with your death. Because you are dead. The franchise was discontinued, your writer lost the rights to the story and the last entry in the franchise was an utter dishonor to your legacy. It wasn’t you. We never met and yet here I am, five and something years later, still mourning you. 
Maybe I’ll never recover. I have a roleplay with my best friend. She plays you. We pretend you fell in love with me. We pretend that you made it alive. It was before the last game went out, so you left us all guessing after your impulsive decision at the blackhole. I mourned you. God fucking damn it I MOURNED YOU. I SCREAMED AND CRIED AND I WANTED TO DIE. MORE THAN EVER. YOU LEFT ME. YOU LEFT ME YOU WERE ALL I HAD AND YOU RATHER DIE THAN. 
I know what why you did it. You have a moral code. You’re a good person and you cared and were raised on all those stories about heroes and how they always save the day, sometimes giving their life for it. And making a sacrifice for the greater good and all that shit. I am not a good person, Taylor. I’m INCREDIBLY selfish. As one should be. I wanted you alive. I wanted you to go back home and get to your family so we never have to talk again and I could kill myself in peace. You took that away from me. I was so angry that you dared to die on me. YOU DIED ON ME. I KNOW YOU WANTED TO BE HOPEFUL BECAUSE ITS AND ARTIFICIAL BLACKHOLE BUT TAYLOR ITS STILL A FUCKING BLACKHOLE, YOU ARE DEAD. YOU DIED. And I survived. It was supposed to be the other way around. 
I don’t think I deserve what I have. I know I do, its a fundamental right a a human being, I believe in human rights and that everyone is entitled to safety. But me being here. Being at home, this broken, stupid house. I’m here when you’re dead. Your family never saw you again. I don’t know if they ever stopped grieving, I cannot meet them, because none of you are real. But I know I haven’t stopped. 
I want to say that I think every day of you, but I don’t. I continued my life. I didn’t move on, I still have the app in my phone and I continue roleplaying with Holly because we’re friends and I care for the future of those characters and I honestly don’t want to die without finishing it. And i sure as hell don’t want Holly to die. I’m scared for her. I know that she’s fine. She’s probably going to be fine. No one that’s close to me ever dies. They might be hurt but they’re fine eventually. The only one that died I did not care for her. I also did not care for my grandmother. I think is this house. And Twings. Mostly Twings. And I’m grateful for this. 
I got into college, Tay. When I met you I was in a very bad place and in high  school. I was underage and I feel in love with you. I outlived you, Taylor. Eventually I’ll be older than you, very soon actually. I’ll be older than you were. And I don’t think I’ll ever stop loving you. I don’t know if its love, or obsession or... whatever this is. But it hurt so much. Its debilitating sometimes. Like right now. I’m in love with fragments of a person. With conversations that I don’t remember. I pride myself in knowing everything about your story, but to be honest? I am glad I’m forgetting it. Maybe It will go away someday.
I promised you I would remember you. But I’m slipping. All I have is pain and nebulous touches. We never touched.  All I did was read about you and choose. I learned a whole new language because I made a mistake the first time we meet because I couldn’t fully read what I was choosing and I killed you. I didn’t really do it, I know, its just an outcome in an interactive story. Plus it wasn’t my fault I was a kid and I was not supposed to talk someone out of fucking suicide. How would I know? Taylor you wanted to die. To give up and let them infect you. 
Oh god that’s where I got it. you died because i couldn’t convince you. You did this to me. I cannot.  You did this to me, Taylor. At the smallest sign of someone talking about killing themselves I just cry and panic and want to run away but I never do. I never do because I’m afraid they will die because I couldn’t convince them. So now I act as a support. I used to act as a support. I learned how to make people do what I want, It was a skill I was already developing, but I guess that failure messed me up even more.
I suppressed that memory, of your existence for a while because I was a kid. I don’t want to write anymore, Tay.  I’m tired and I am not done talking to you. I fear that I will never be done. I wish I had the opportunity to be your friend. Even if you did not correspond. I miss you. 
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write-my-dreams · 7 years
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Day 5: Island Vacation
Title: It’s Time for a Vacation
Author: write-my-dreams
Pairing: JayTim
Rating: PG
Summary: Policing Gotham is a full time job for Red Hood and Red Robin. With Tim still healing from his broken arm, Jason decides it's time he take Tim out of the city and away from work for a well deserved vacation. The only issue is convincing Tim that they can handle being away for a week.
Note: This one is a direct sequel to Day 1's "Carnival" prompt. You don’t need to read it to understand this one, just know that Tim’s arm was broken before Day 1. 
Read it at Ao3
Tim struggled into one of Jason’s shirts. He was tired of wearing T-shirts and sweatpants or leggings outside of work. He wanted to look presentable even when he didn’t have to be in the office. He was also determined to get dressed without assistance, broken arm be damned. Getting the shirt on had been a challenge. Getting it buttoned was a step up in the difficulty department. At last he had all but the top two buttons done. Now for pants.
Jason entered the bedroom to see Tim trying and failing to pull skinny jeans up with one hand. “Want some help, baby bird? You look good in my shirt. You should wear my clothes more often.”
“If I wear your clothes you’re in a rush to get me out of them.” Tim did a little dance to try to get the pants on. Giving up, he kicked them off and sat down on the bed. “I’m tired of wearing suits or gym clothes. Tired of needing your help to get dressed.” He raked his hair back with a frustrated huff. “I wanted to wear something nice instead of looking like a slob all the time. And I thought it could do it myself.”  
Jason sat down next to him. “You don’t look like a slob. You’re far too pretty to ever manage that.” He wrapped his arm around Tim’s waist. “I know how fucking maddening it is to have an injured arm. Simple things like putting on clothes or eating become a lot harder. I know we Bats are stubborn as all get out, but it’s not a crime to need my help to put on a pair of pants or a shirt.” He kissed Tim’s hair. “Now I’ve got something to take your mind off your arm. And I’m not always in a rush to undress you when you wear something of mine!”
Tim decided he’d let Jason think that. For now. “All right. What do you have?” As frustrating as dealing with a broken arm was, he was blessed to have such a caring and attentive lover.
“Want me to show you now?”
“Please. I need a distraction that isn’t paperwork or security footage.” At least his usual villains seemed to be laying low.
“Close your eyes.” Jason waited until he did so before getting up off the bed. Tim heard Jason opening a desk drawer and closing it again. The surprise had to be something small then. “Quit trying to guess, Timmy. I know that expression. Now keep your eyes closed until I say so.”
Tim waited impatiently for Jason to return to the bed. The mattress dipped beneath his weight. “Can I look now?”
“Wait.” Jason laid something light on his bare thigh. “Okay. You can open your eyes now.”
Tim obeyed. He picked up the white envelope. It was unmarked and unsealed. Inside were two cruise tickets, a pamphlet for the company, two plane tickets, and then a receipt for a three night stay at a luxury resort. Tim’s eyes widened as he scanned the tickets. “You bought us a vacation?” He kissed Jason’s cheek, trying not to let the worry show. “That’s sweet of you, Jay, it really is. Are you sure you can take that time off though? Can we afford to leave? I have the company and computer monitoring as Red Robin until I recover. I know the Red Hood has a lot on his plate.” Both of them had duties they couldn’t simply walk away from for a week in Hawaii.
Jason pulled him onto his lap. “Knew you’d fuss. It’s all going to be fine, Tim. I’ve got everything taken care of. Bruce or Lucius will be in the office while you’re with me. Roy’s covering my usual patrol with Kori’s help. You’ve been working your ass off before and after you broke your arm. The carnival trip helped you relax a little, but this is something that you and I both need.” He rubbed Tim’s side and smirked. “Don’t worry about letting that big brain of yours go to waste. Night two on the cruise involves a murder mystery party. Should be a fun little challenge for us.”
Tim was still worried about leaving his work behind. He couldn’t turn Jason down when he’d gone to so much to prepare everything. And he really did sound excited about going to Hawaii with him. Plus, this was the first real vacation they’d be taking as a couple. “When do we leave?”
“Tomorrow evening. We arrive in Honolulu at 7 AM.”
Tim gaped. Clearly he hadn’t paid enough attention to the tickets! “Tomorrow?” He felt protests and excuses rising. One look at Jason’s expression had him taking a breath to force them down. Bruce had managed Wayne Industries with Lucius’ help before Tim had taken over. The company wouldn’t burn down around their ears in a week simply because Tim wasn’t there to run things. Gotham hadn’t spontaneously combusted during the course of previous injuries either. Their friends and family could handle the city while he and Jason took a much-needed vacation. “You’re trying to give me a heart attack aren’t you.” He sighed and shook his head. “We have to get awful Hawaiian shirts for the whole family.” He could already see Damian’s disgusted expression while Dick would love the shirt, no matter how hideous or tacky it was.
Jason snickered. “Already planned on that. My two favorite redheads are getting hot pink shirts with purple leis as their souvenirs.”
Tim grimaced at the thought of how badly that would clash with Roy and Kori’s hair. “Maybe we should find an ugly green for the family.” He froze, realizing that he was in no way prepared to leave since he hadn’t packed or notified the office or done a dozen other things he needed to have finished. He wasn’t even wearing pants! “Shit, I need to pack!” He jumped off Jason’s lap. There wouldn’t be time tomorrow with a full day at Wayne Industries including a board meeting and then lunch with a potential buyer for their newest water filtration technology. How was he going to –
“Relax, baby bird. I can see you panicking. Your suitcase is packed, Lucius knows I’m taking you to Hawaii as does your secretary. Both of them are excited for you and said you more than deserve a vacation. So we’re going to go on a cruise and enjoy our beach hotel. You can lay out on the beach and drink smoothies if you want, but this is our vacation and a mandatory break from work for you.” Jason took his hand. “No laptops, no iPads. Cell phone use for pictures only. Seven days of rest and relaxation. We both need this, Tim.”
Tim found himself taking a breath again. “You’re going to have to remind me how to relax instead of work.” If it worked he’d have to share some tips with Selina so she could try getting Bruce to take a vacation. She’d probably have to sedate him.
Jason laughed. “I promise I will.”
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Tim settled back into his chair, enjoying the sand beneath his toes. Despite his misgivings about up and leaving Gotham the vacation had been a great idea. The cruise had been the most fun he’d had all year, even though the murder mystery had been embarrassingly easy to solve. Also Jason must have studied some kind of How to Romance Your Boyfriend novel as well because he’d been giving Tim melt into the mattress massages to really get him to relax. The effect had been kind of ruined last night since Tim kept giggling as he thought of the ghost tour they’d gone on as a joke last night.
“What’s on your mind?”
Tim realized he’d started laughing again. “I just pictured us going on a Gotham Ghost Tour with Cass and Dick. With the four of us wearing our new Hawaiian shirts.” He’d texted Kon a picture of Jason modeling the garish, pea green shirt with its oversized pink and purple floral pattern. Kon had responded with an offer to fly to Hawaii and burn the entire supply.
Jason snickered. “We’d have to bring the demon spawn and the redheads too. I think we’d wind up scaring all the ghosts away.”
“Probably. It would be funny though.”
Jason toasted Tim with his smoothie. “It would.”
They lapsed back into silence again. Both were simply content to soak up the sun and surf until they felt like moving on to a new activity.
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chocobroing · 7 years
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Poison and Wine Chapter 4~Regis/OFC NSFW
Tagging: @ridingchocobros, @rubyphilomela, @themissimmortal, @unlimitedthotworks, @itshaejinju, @dirtyffxvconfession, @hypaalicious, @louisvuittontrashbags, @lady-asuka, @cupnoodle-queen, @nifwrites Notes: "Baby, I’m preying on you tonight, Hunt you down, eat you alive, Just like animals, animals, Like animals-mals, Maybe you think that you can hide, I can smell your scent for miles, Just like animals, animals, Like animals-mals, Baby, I’m…" Warnings: sex, language, dirty talk Character Ages: Regis: 43 years old Noctis: 13 years old Calliope: 30 years old Cor: 38 years old Clarus: 48 years old ~~~ Chapter 4: Animals Regis was getting antsy. Calliope could tell. The meeting was running longer than planned and she could tell he was getting exhausted. His beautiful ebony hair was turning gray and he had more lines on his face. She knew why that was. The Crystal was draining his life energy. Just a few days prior, his leg started hurting him. She did everything she could to make him comfortable, but she knew the Crystal would continue draining him of his life energy until death. About five years have passed since the Tenebrae incident but their passion for each other never cooled. Two years after the Tenebrae incident, the little brain-child that the council talked about became known as the Kingsglaive, a group of secret soldiers of refugees that the Lucian kingdom saved when engaging with the Empire. The rising star of group was a boy from Galahd named Nyx Ulric. Calliope thought he was rather charming and knew he was a heartbreaker in his town. The carefree smile said as much and she grew rather fond of him. He was a sweet kid. The meeting ended around two in the morning and Regis and Calliope walked back to the royal apartment, exhausted. Once they were out of sight of the others, Calliope rested her head on Regis’s shoulder and wanted to sleep more than anything before having to be up again. They walked into the royal apartment and collapsed on the bed, asleep as soon as their heads touched the pillows. They didn’t care that they fell asleep in their clothes. To be more accurate, they were too tired to care. They’d worry about it later. … The sunlight poking through the window roused Calliope and she sat up, noticing that she had fallen asleep in her clothes. That would explain the weird indents on her skin. When she looked down, she saw that she still had her shoes on too. Was she so tired last night that she neglected to do the simplest of things? She looked over and saw Regis, who was still asleep, fully-clothed as well. Then, she remembered that another royal meeting had run long into the night and they were absolutely exhausted. They needed a vacation, more specifically Regis. Calliope hated seeing him so worn out and tired. She placed a gentle hand on his knee and noticed that he flinched in his sleep. It broke her heart to see the man that she loved in so much pain because of the Crystal. He started to look much older than his forty-three years. He always felt self-conscious about being with Calliope in bed because he felt that he was a cradle-robber. She still looked beautiful and was aging gracefully. She knew that Regis thought she was throwing her chances away of being a parent and wife by being with him. She would laugh at him and tell him not to be stupid. She was with him because she loved him. Smiling to herself, Calliope went into the bathroom and decided to take a bath. She turned the hot and cold knobs so that the water wouldn’t burn her skin when she went in. Once the tub was full enough, she turned the water off and put some soap in. Then, she undressed and got in, letting out a small sigh at the feel of the water on her tired muscles. She closed her eyes and let her mind drift to a place of peace, a place where the Empire didn’t exist. “May I join you?” asked a familiar deep accented voice and she opened her eyes to see Regis standing there with a small smirk on his face. “Of course, Your Majesty,” she purred playfully, scooting to make some room. “You need not ask.” She watched as Regis undressed and noticed that he flinched when he removed his pants. It seemed that his leg was bothering him more than he let on. She’d have to keep an eye on it. Still, aside from the leg problem, Calliope noticed that Regis was still as handsome as the day they met. He still had his sinew and strength. Even when he was being seeped of his energy, she knew that he would always have that strength until the day he died. She also noticed that his member was already half hard and a small smile grew on her face. Regis saw her staring and he knew what he wanted. “See something of your interest, dear-heart?” he asked teasingly, knowing what the answer would be. “Of course,” she replied in a lustful tone. “My king, you are as naughty as ever, I see.” “Am I to be punished then?” he asked, arching an eyebrow. “Maybe,” she purred, mirroring his eyebrow arch. “But for now, just get in this tub with me. There’s plenty of room and the water’s great.” Taking her up on that, Regis got in the tub, sitting behind her, and encouraged her to sit in between his legs. The hot water did wonders to his sore knee and he made a mental note to soak in hot water more often. He wrapped his arms around Calliope’s waist and started trailing kisses down her neck, reveling in the sounds of her soft hums of joy. He loved the feel of this woman in his arms. He loved her curves and soft skin. He loved how sweet she tasted. He loved how she made him feel young again. He especially loved that she fixed his heart and gave him the chance to love again after Aulea. “Regis.” Her voice roused him from his daydream. “Are you okay?” “How did I get so lucky?” he asked her in turn. “What?” She shifted a bit so she could look him in the eyes. He noticed that her blue eyes were full of confusion. “How did a woman like you fall for a man like me?” he asked, putting himself down. “I don’t deserve you.” Her confusion melted away and turned into anger. “Oh, hush your mouth,” she reproved him, placing a finger on his lips. “I love you, Regis. I’ve always loved you, probably since we met all those years ago. You are a just, kind, and fair ruler, and an even greater man and father. Lucis is lucky to have a strong man like you. Don’t ever think yourself inadequate of me. I love you.” Regis gave her a small smile and tenderly touched her face. “My beautiful woman,” he murmured, leaning to kiss her on the lips. Calliope met him half-way and wrapped her arms around his neck, kissing him deeply. Regis dug his hands into her blonde hair and moved so he was on top of her, covering her form with his. She ran her hands down his back, feeling every muscle and crevice of his skin, and opened her legs to accommodate him. With ease, Regis slid into her with an intoxicating grunt and held her as he moved deeper into her. Her scent intoxicated him and made him drunk. “Regis…” she gasped, arching her back. “Please…” “What is it, Calliope?” he asked in a raspy tone, supporting her shoulder blades with one hand. “Fuck me,” begged Calliope, clinging to him. “Please…” Regis gave her a sultry smirk and began moving into her, splashing some water over the edge of the tub. Neither of them cared because they had other things on their minds. Calliope let out a whimpering sound of bliss and wrapped her sudsy legs around his waist, opening herself up to him. His member hit her sweet spot immediately and she undulated in pleasure. Regis’s smirk became deadly when he heard her letting out noises of joy. He slammed into her, determined to bring her to the edge, and hissed when he felt her tighten around him. “You’re so fucking tight, my flower,” he purred seductively, running his hands over her wet body. “I see that all my attentions have not stretched you out even a little. My sweet little whore…” “I’m not a whore,” she hissed, digging her nails into his back. “You are, though,” he continued seductively. “You’re my little slut. You’re a whore for your king’s cock. We both know that.” “Shut…up…” panted Calliope, her body surging with each thrust. Her words made her feel even more pleasure than before. “Oh, fuck! Please!” When she screamed those words, Regis looked down at her and saw that her face was contorted in bliss. She looked so beautiful and pure despite the current position they were in right now. “Please what, my flower?” he asked her, running his hands down her waist and hips. “What is it you want?” “Let me come, Regis!” she begged shrilly, on the edge and ready to fall. “I need to come!” “You may, sweetheart,” he murmured, stroking some hair out of her face. “Let yourself fall. Come apart around me. Release that sweet nectar that you’re withholding.” At his words, Calliope let out a shuddering cry and clamped around him, strangling his member in her heat. Her body coiled like a spring and her toes curled in a delicious manner. She screamed out her violent orgasm, clawing at Regis’s back, and arched up against him so her chest touched his. Regis smirked when he felt her liquid drench his member and he could feel the stirrings of his own release coming. While Calliope was in the throes, he pulled her so she was on top of him and he was sitting in the tub, splashing water. When she recovered from her orgasm, she impaled herself on him, riding him like a Chocobo, and wrapped her body around him. She didn’t know how many times she impaled herself on him but she was getting so close to coming again that it almost hurt. From his position, Regis dug his hands into her thighs and moved her up and down on him. She had no choice but to hold on for dear life as he rocked her through another orgasm. Incoherent praises fell from her lips as he pistoned into her from below. “Regis!” she screamed his name so loudly that it could have cracked glass. “So good! I’m gonna…AH!” She let out a loud cry that reverberated through the bathroom as an earth-shattering orgasm wracked her body. Regis watched with wonder as she writhed on top of him and clamped down on his member again. He couldn’t help but notice how beautiful and sinful she looked. The sight of her rocking back and forth on him, rubbing her sensitive breasts against his chest, got him on the edge. He pressed sweet kisses to her lips, capturing the noises in his mouth, and let his lips trail down her neck, feeling her shudder all around him. He continued pounding into her from the bottom and she let out moans and cries of pleasure, feeling overstimulated and incredible. A violent orgasm overtook Regis and he roared out his orgasm and she could feel his hot seed pouring into her, despite the fact that they were submerged in water. Most of the hot spurts ended up in her but some came out of her and mingled with the bath water. He moaned loudly and intoxicatingly, his voice raspy and sexy, before he slammed his lips to hers and kissed her roughly. Calliope sighed into the kiss, feeling bliss that she hadn’t felt for quite some time. The meetings have kept them from seeing each other for extracurricular activities and when they ever got together, they were too tired to dance the horizontal tango. “This is so nice,” she whispered against his lips, feeling the corners of his mouth twitch up in a smile. He pulled back from her so they could look each other in the eyes. She could see the love that burned in his eyes. It was love that would always remain there, no matter how old they got. “What’s that?” he asked, running a wet hand down her damp blonde hair. “It’s been awhile since we’ve done this,” she replied, resting her head on his shoulder. “I mean, I don’t need sex to survive and that’s not all what we need, but damn, that was nice.” “I concur,” said Regis, hugging her as she rested against him. “I do fear I have been neglecting you, my love.” He sounded guilty but he had no reason to be. “Love,” she said softly, pulling back to look at his green eyes. “We’ve been exhausted. These meetings are keeping us up and draining our energy. Whenever we do get together, we fall asleep before we can do anything. I think my hair is turning gray.” She gave him a teasing smile that he returned. He playfully inspected her hair but could only see wheat-colored strands. “You’re perfect, my dear,” he purred, bestowing a kiss on the top of her head. Calliope blushed at his compliment and smiled when he kissed her on the cheek. She pulled back, removing him from her, and sat back in the tub, relishing in the warm water. The water began getting cooler because how long it had been sitting. Calliope helped Regis wash his back and they spent a few minutes getting clean before leaving the tub. Once wrapped in robes, Calliope pulled the plug on the tub and walked out of the bathroom with Regis. As they got dressed for their usual day, Clarus came in with a worried look on his face. Luckily, Calliope was fully dressed so he didn’t see anything revealing. “Your Highness,” he spoked to Regis in a rapid tone, “the council waits for you.” “I thought we weren’t supposed to have a meeting today,” interjected Calliope before Regis could speak. “What’s going on?” “Niflheim troops have been spotted near the Wall,” replied Clarus, looking between Calliope and Regis. “On your word, I’ll have Captain Drautos and Marshal Leonis dispatch the Kingsglaive.” “Do it,” said Regis, sounding every bit the king he was. Clarus gave him a nod and ran back to the door. “I’ll see you in the meeting. Your Highness, Calliope.” With that, he bowed and dashed out to give the order. Calliope and Regis exchanged a serious look and the king hurried to finish dressing. He moved faster than usual and hurried in styling his hair. He put his crown on and took Calliope’s hand, rushing out of the bedroom door with her. Usually, he tidied up his room a bit before heading out, but this was an emergency so the maids would have to do it. Calliope let out a little chuckle and Regis looked at her in confusion. “What is it, darling?” he asked breathlessly, his energy draining from running. “Never a dull moment in Insomnia,” she remarked in a humorous tone. Regis allowed himself to laugh with her and they continued running until they reached the council room. Calliope knew that she had nothing to worry about because they would always be together. No matter what would happen, they would always face it and fight it head on. These moments just made them stronger as a couple. Not even Ifrit could tear them apart. Together they were strong and they felt immortal. One day, the war would end and Lucis would arise victorious with Noctis as the new king, just as the prophecy foretold.
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cosmosogler · 7 years
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hi guys. today when i did the pokemon lottery i got the last three prizes in a row. kind of incredible considering they are all five-star lottery stalls and so usually pay out in the middle range with some high and low spots. i also got nothing in the haunted house treasure hunt thing. i’m not annoyed about it, just kind of baffled.
anyway i got up at a decent hour today! i had weird dreams about interacting with family again. i was at a “hospital” although really it was more of an amphitheater, and it took on that function a few minutes later anyway. i was with my family celebrating something but i was real sore from my gallbladder surgery so i didn’t really want to move around much. i didn’t take any painkillers last night so maybe the soreness just translated over.
at the end i guess i was tasked with tracking down a rogue a.i. in like a giant mall? i noticed it wasn’t really doing anything wrong besides acting shifty though. it was a complicated feeling. like, i knew things could easily go south real fast (especially with me physically out of commission), but i also wanted to trust the machine to do the right thing, but i knew that might not be very likely considering the way other people treated it. it was like a weird hope for the best and acceptance of the worst at the same time. i guess that’s pretty relevant to my life right now.
i got a haircut. just a trim. it does feel shorter. but i look like a dweeb with the stuff she put in my hair to make it lay straighter. dad and i brought home takeout chinese food for lunch. that made me... pretty sick, but not painfully i guess.
so after that i basically just waited around for mom to get home. mike squeezed eve in for an appointment today in the afternoon so mom was coming home early to take eve over to his office. since dad wouldn’t be able to drive her all the way out there and back and still have time to finish everything before work. i did some chores in the backyard with dad and my brother - basically just helped my brother with the patio furniture and picked up some stray dog toys laying around the yard. i didn’t do any heavy lifting or anything but i was still pretty sore and tired by the time mom got home. 
i was happy i’d spent a little time giving eve a good rub-down again before we’d gone outside. she burned her feet a little bit on the driveway. i was glad to see she remembered to run straight to the shade of my brother’s car while we waited for mom to unlock her car doors. it’s been a while since she’s needed to do that. i remember when we had to emergency panic-teach her that one time we were hiking in sedona. taylor and i had to take off our socks and i think we used uma’s hair ties? to tie the socks to eve’s feet to give her a little cover. i’d sprint to the next patch of shade and call her over and she caught on that the shade didn’t burn real fast. then when we got to the creek eve jumped in before we could get the socks off. so taylor and i had muddy-red socks after that.
anyway we drove to mike’s office and i tried to bribe eve with the cookies they keep in the waiting room. she wasn’t having any of it though. we got her into one of the patient rooms and i sat with her while mike and his tech did a quick physical examination. 
all things considered we got the best possible news. mike said she was in good health other than cancer leg, and he could fit her in for an amputation in a week. so that would give me a week to take care of her while she recovered before i move to florida. he reminded us that she could, of course, die for unrelated reasons (like a heart attack) at any time, but this would be the natural next step to take either way.
and eve finally ate the cookie when i offered it again. maybe because they didn’t try to take her temperature or update her vaccines or clip her nails. and she wasn’t trembling which is a big accomplishment for her!
when we were trying to get eve out of the car and into the office she got stuck between the backseat and the chair of the front seat. her leg was at a weird angle and she couldn’t move it or bend it enough to get it off the seat. so i shoved the front seat forward as far as i could to get her un-wedged. 
when we got back in the car the first thing eve did was get behind the front seat on the floor and curl right up there. so i couldn’t move the seat back. so i spent the whole car ride home with my knees smashed against the glove box. mom and i discussed the pros and cons of not having an exit to our neighborhood southbound on the freeway. you have to pass our house, drive two miles down to the first exit, turn around and get back on the freeway, drive past our house again, then get on the exit and get on the frontage road and drive past our house again, and then get on the neighborhood road and get to the house. well, there’s a few ways to get through the neighborhood, but they’re all kinda slow.
it adds more than five minutes to any trip where we’re coming in from the north considering the lights on the first exit are the two worst in the city.
one is never green, and then as soon as you can cross the bridge to get back on the freeway the green arrow turns red by the time you reach the light. so you get to DOUBLE WAIT.
anyway after that i gave all the dogs a cookie. and then i wasted the rest of my evening on youtube and junk. honestly i was wiped. knowing there’s something we can do for eve... it felt like i’d been holding a big ball of energy for the last full day and when mike gave a definite recommendation it just kind of escaped and i was dead tired.
i made myself dinner but it wasn’t very good and it also made me feel pretty sick and sore. i’m still reallllllllly stiff all down my chest and side. trying to wear a bra while out in public made everything 861 times worse.
ah dang, i forgot to ask mom or dad to take me to the pharmacy. i think i’ve only got one pill left on my current prescription. the pharmacy’s got a refill ready but i still can’t drive. technically i’m not supposed to drive or lift anything “heavy” (more than 15-ish pounds) until i do the follow-up with the surgeon, but i think at a minimum i should wait ten days. usually follow-ups happen within ten days but my surgeon just went on vacation so i don’t see her for another week and a half.
prescription as in my normal pills. not the painkillers. those don’t have a refill. i’m hoping sleeping will be a little easier tonight now that i’ve gotten through a full night without taking any.
i wouldn’t write about it so much here but interacting with mother has kind of shot my confidence so i am confirming to myself that i am using my prescribed medicine responsibly and as directed. 
interacting with dad... he said a lot of really hurtful things that play real easy into insecurities i have about interacting with other people. i feel like nothing he’s said after that, even after three weeks, has been as important or worth remembering.
i dunno. hearing “you don’t care about anyone but yourself” periodically over the years kinda makes you feel bad i guess? if you care about things like that. or if you’re insecure and worry about coming across as selfish and you do care about other people but you’re not very physically affectionate so they think you’re lying. hearing that kind of thing yelled in your face kind of bums you out. my other favorite is “you’re so egotistical, you think you’re too good to interact with anyone.” that’s stuck with me for a long time. i guess it’s been like 9 years now since i got that one dumped on me.
bullying doesn’t just come from classmates and your parents. other people’s parents and school administration like to get in on the action too sometimes. 
boy do i just love being told what i think. “you’re not really sorry” is another Greatest Hit. 
dad said more than one hurtful thing. i only gave one example here. thinking about what he said, thinking about what my parents must think about me to say things like that, makes me feel honestly kinda sick. it puts all the yelling politics sessions and car lectures in a new light. i used to think they would cast me as the “other side” in an argument because they genuinely thought i always disagreed with them forever. i told myself that was silly, they were probably just getting worked up as they thought more about whatever they were yelling at me about.
but now? i think, at least dad, does genuinely think i’m one of those “filthy idiot liberals.” 
and i mean... i guess he’s right, sort of. not always. but i never told him anything about what i thought. i worry about what made him assume it was ok to decide i was his antagonist in this “argument” (lecture, yelling session) and what made him assume what my opinion on any topic was when i have never, ever told him what those actual opinions are. 
like, i don’t even barely tell my FRIENDS what my political opinions are unless i am completely comfortable. what in god’s name let him know what those opinions were? does my body language give THAT much insight into my thought process? do i just look like a smug asshole all the time or something?
asher said i just look anxious and tired all the time. i don’t know how anxious and tired translates to punchably condescending, but i guess, you can see a lot of whatever you want to see if you believe in it hard enough.
i’m up late... it’s weird how these comments turn into time bombs. like i think about it even when i don’t think i’m thinking about it and then suddenly i have emotions about it? it makes it REALLY hard to figure out what’s bothering me so much i can’t work all the time. is it really just because i feel too sick to eat and that makes me tired? or is there another reason stacking on it that’s making it just too hard to work through? something half-forgotten that i don’t know how to deal with but it’s decided to cause problems anyway? why do subconscious fears make me look (and feel) really lazy all the time? what even is lethargy. 
it’s disheartening to run into boundaries... the physical boundaries of your body, i mean. like i used to think i had an endless well of determination and grit that could get me through any rough situation. even though i was literally crying and angry all the time as a kid? i guess i just figured if i needed the mental/emotional energy, the motivation, i would just look into myself and find it there somewhere. 
but going to college all these years, feeling suicidal some of the time, experiencing my joints locking up just from fear... that motivation isn’t actually there. it’s not hiding under any of the stones i’ve overturned at least. i can’t just keep going and going forever. i can’t just say “i won’t give up!” and then actually not give up. i don’t got the gila monster death grip.
unless... i do, and i’m just too lazy to find it? why can’t i just try harder?? is this the kind of limit that’s all in my head and my *Attitude* will make everything better? because so far when i do that, when i keep going even though my body and brain say stop, my body breaks. 
mom always said i had no pain tolerance. then she found out my pain tolerance is incredible and it was just that no one believed me when i said i had severe chest pains. 
then after my heart surgery was over and done with, and i still had trouble exercising, my mom attributed it to “no pain tolerance” because i was “scared that any pain is bad now that something was wrong once.” 
so i guess no matter what i have no pain tolerance? i dunno.
um... i guess... the reason i put so much stock in what other people say about me, what they say about what i’m thinking or what i’m like, is because i can’t tell what i look like. i don’t have an outside perspective on myself. i depend on feedback from other people to adjust my behavior or whatever. so when i’m told or i realize that i can’t trust the feedback i’m getting from mom, or dad, or the principal, or craig or whoever, i start feeling like there’s no way i’m ever gonna figure out who i am to other people. and if i don’t know who i am to other people, how am i gonna figure out anything about myself? i need other people to tell me what i am doing so i have a name for it. my perspective is pretty bunk and ain’t very reliable. 
that’s probably unhealthy too. but my reality seems to be so dramatically different from other people’s realities that i need to figure out where the overlap is. how i can change myself to act more like the things i want to act like. when i ask “am i kind?” i usually get “not kind ENOUGH.” “am i trying?” “not trying hard ENOUGH.”
i mean how am i supposed to know what i’m REALLY doing? i don’t want to have delusions about myself. i can’t have only my opinion. my opinion sucks and i hate hearing it all the time. without anyone else’s input my head turns into a hellish echo chamber and i can’t figure out how reality works any more.
i wasn’t thinking about that today, not a lot, not more than normal at least. i’m mostly just relieved that there’s something i can do for eve. i’ve never had something i can do to actively make my dog’s life better at the end of their life. bernie had alzheimer’s, or the dog equivalent. she just forgot everything. and when she stopped recognizing me and my sister, and tried to bite us, mom euthanized her basically immediately. we put a lot of time and effort into keeping randi healthy when she had cancer but even after the money we spent and stuff she died on the floor. that was mom’s biggest worry about eve. that the money she spent wouldn’t matter. jake got bloat really suddenly and like two hours later he was dead. there was just... nothing i could do in those situations. but eve might get to live for a few more months. maybe i could see her at christmas. it’s a possibility. i’m afraid to get my hopes up, but knowing the option is there...
so, i guess, i’m sad about my life. but i’m happy about eve’s. and... i’m glad i will be able to help her for that first week. even though it makes me exhausted i’m happy i don’t HAVE to think about death for another short while yet.
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So I was inspired by @bun-bunmuse‘s fic she wrote on Mr. G and decided to write my own reverse take on it. Only problem is... I went over board on it... as usual...  
So please take your time to read the fic as I tried my best to write from Sasster’s perspective. I’m not very good at writing another’s muse so please keep this in mind. If anything is ooc for Sasster, please let know mother @stealthnerd. I enjoyed writing this but was terrified of posting it. This is way out of my comfort zone so hopefully this pays off... 
It had been several months since the strange wolf girl had been living in the underground with the Royal Scientist and his two brother. From the moment he saw her, he knew something was different about her. Not just in her appearance alone. Sure, she looked like a human with wolf ears and a fluffy tail attached to her, that was strange in itself alone. What really caught his eye was her soul...
The size of her soul was small compared to the human souls he's encountered, but that wasn't what stood out the most to him. Her soul was fractured, cracked, something he had never seen or even believed was possible for a human-like soul. You see, her's wasn't 100% human. It was only half. The other half was monster which of course peaked the ghoul's interest in her. It was upright like a human's, however the color of the soul was a faded greenish blue, an obvious mix of two of the seven human soul traits; KINDNESS and INTEGRITY.
If it wasn't for the fact that he listened to his consciousness most of the time, he would of gladly experimented on her to figure out how this was even possible. He would've been lying to himself if he said the thought had never crossed his mind. On the other hand, he could very well deny ever thinking of doing such a horrible thing to her since she was practically family now. Actually, she was more than family to him. She was in a relationship with the Royal Scientist, she was his girl friend.
How this came to be is still a mystery to them and everyone else. Sasster had a reputation anyone in their right mind would label as undateable. He was rude half, if not most of the time, had an ego that transcends time and space, arrogance reincarnated, and the sassiest and most sarcastic monster you'd ever meet. You'd be nuts to think he was anything close to boy friend material and yet here he was, in a close relationship with this small wolf girl. Just like any relationship though, it wasn't perfect. Not in the least.
Fear had crept it's way into the ghoul's withered heart. He kept trying to find every reason to push her away. He knew very well it was hurting her and in all honesty he hated seeing her hurt by his own actions. However, in his mind, he felt it was the best thing for them or to be more accurate, for himself. It wasn't that he didn't trust her. He trusted her just as much as he trusted his brothers. It was the fear of her learning about his dark secrets that was causing him to push her away. If she ever caught wind of some of the things he'd done in his past, he was sure it would only lead to double heartbreak for the both of them.
You might be thinking “if he really trusted her, he would trust she wouldn't judge him for his past actions. Their in the past for a reason. He's not the same person he was back then.” and you would be correct. Fear is a strong negative trait that, once it settles itself in the heart, it only grows more and more with each passing moment. The only thing stronger then fear is love... and that was the very thing he was lacking..
“I don't understand. Why is she still pushing back?” Sasster thought to himself as he made his way through the snow to the front door. He had just returned from the laboratory after spending the whole day there trying to ignore these thoughts he had kept in the back of his mind.
“I mean, for someone who doesn’t even have perseverance as a soul trait, she’s being overly stubborn with me. It’s unheard of to be dealing with this level of stubbornness!” he grumbled to himself, reaching for the door knob. Maybe if he had done this when she was still a shy, nervous wreck, he wouldn't be dealing with this.
The ghoul's hand stiffen to a pause as the thought crossed his mind. No... if he had done it then, she most likely would've broken down into tears and-... He quickly shook his head, bringing himself back to the present. He didn't want to think about what she could have done... He knew exactly what she would have done. That didn't make it any less painful for him to recall.
It took him a few moments to recollect himself from his thoughts before proceeding to open the door. He was a bit surprised to be met with silence when he entered the house, as he was usually greeted by the little wolf girl. Maybe she finally got the message and was sulking in his room somewhere? Hopefully that was the case. The ghoul monster let out a sigh of relief as he walked inside. Finally, he could rest easy on his thoughts. Things won't be the same between them but at least she would still be around. That's all that mattered to him.
However, there was this feeling of dread he couldn't shake from his soul. Something wasn't right. It was too quiet. Not that he didn't mind it being quiet. It was just... odd for it to be this quiet at this hour. Something was telling him to check the living room...
When he turned to face the entrance of the room, Sasster immediately felt his soul drop within himself. Lying in the middle of the floor, passed out and unmoving, was the wolf girl herself.
“G-Gen?!”
Sasster cried as he rushed over to the small girl, kneeling down beside her. He was in shock. What happened to her? Why was she passed out on the floor? She was fine this morning! ...Aside from her making a comment about feeling unsteady and weak, claiming she was just tired. His glowing purple eyes widened in realization as he stared down in horror. Quickly but gently he scooped her up in his arms, holding her close to his chest. She was warm. Too warm. Almost burning. A sinking feeling suddenly came over him. He knew what was wrong with her... and it terrified him.
“so... any idea what it could be?” Sans asked his older as he watched the ghoul tuck the small girl into his bed.
“Pneumonia... She has Pneumonia.” Sasster answered after a long pause of silence. This wasn't the first time Gen had been sick. When he first took her in from finding her in the snow, she was suffering from a minor cold. A few coughs here and there with a runny nose. Nothing serious. She got over it real quick after being fed some warm food and drink. By day 3 she was all better.
This was different though. She wasn't just sick, she was sick with what humans call Pneumonia. This may not cause alarm to most humans in this day and age since the advancement of medical science has made such illnesses like this easily treatable. But for a society of monsters who don't catch the same illnesses humans do, it's much more challenging caring for a human suffering from one. Especially with limited resources and knowledge of these illnesses. He would have to care for her personally if he wanted her to recover. There was a high chance she wouldn't make it if he didn't. That was the last thing he wanted... A repeat from his past.
“that explains the coughing early today. she started up as soon as you left for work. said it was nothing to worry about. shouldn't of trusted her word. Now she's worse off then before.” Sans said as he looked up at his tall ghoul brother. He could sense his brother was extremely anxious.  Although Dings may not express his emotions as well as most, there were always little hints in his body language would drop. Having been raised by his older brother, Sans learned how to identify these 'signals'. He was always aware of how his brother was feeling, even when he tried to hide it from him.
He noticed Dings' right eye was glowing more intensely then normal as he gazed down the young girl. That wasn't a good sign. His right eye would only glow whenever he felt high levels of emotions, especially when he was surprised or excited. This time, it was glowing more intensely then normal. He would have to be careful with his wording if he wanted to put Dings' nerves at ease...
“Sans...”
“hm?”
“...Inform King Asgore I'll be taking a leave of absence for a few weeks. I am uncertain for how long. I estimate about 2 or 3 weeks. Tell him something 'showed up' at home and I need to take a few weeks off. I will not make further contact with anyone until then.”
“are you sure about this, dings? i mean, we're so close to reaching a breakthrough. you said so yourself. do you really think it's wise to stop now?”
“If we continue to focus on the experiment while she's this ill, she will have little chance of surviving. As much as I want to go through with the project, I can not risk her well being over it. She may suffer from permanent damage to her health or worse, she may die from poor health...”
Sasster let a deep sigh escape him as he finished. He wasn't going to take risks when it came to her. It would be irresponsible of him to even try to when she still had that nasty fracture in her soul. That will be something he'll need to fix immediately, once this was over. For too long he's put off trying to find ways to heal it without accidentally shattering her soul in the process. He probably would have continued to put it off, if not for this illness reminding him of her soul's condition.
“dings, i know what you're thinking.” Sans replied as he shortcutted to the doorway, standing between it. “you gotta stay positive when in this kind of situation. as long as she's in your care, she will get better.” When Sasster didn't reply, he knew to drop the subject. His brother was no longer interested in continuing the conversation. Besides, Sans had to deliver that message to the king. He could be lazy and call the king but he knew it would be better to do it in person.
“...i'll, uh, go tell king fluffybuns you'll be taking a little vacation. what should we tell Papy when he gets home?”
“Tell him Gen is very sick and I'll be caring for her myself. If he wishes to help, he can assist me in cooking her meals. He is not to disturb her in any way. She needs to rest as much as possible.”
“you got it dings. i'll be back in a yiffy.”
With a wink and that ever present grin of his, Sans teleported away, leaving his older brother alone with the sick girl. Sasster couldn't help himself from groaning at Sans awful pun. He still managed to make dumb puns despite the seriousness of the situation. And why did it matter to him how he felt over this? What he felt or thought did not matter at the moment. Restoring Gen to her full health was what mattered and that was precisely what he was going to focus on. He wasn't going to have a repeat of what happened to his friend long ago. Not after spending years and years of his time studying to prevent it from ever happening again.
“I promise I'll take care of you. I won't be as arrogant and naive with you as I was with them"
Two weeks pass and Gen wasn't any better than she was two weeks before. Her condition was getting worse with no signs of any recovery. At this point, the scientist was at his wits end. Why wasn't she getting better? Why was she only getting worse? He had been taking care of her exactly like he studied. He knew how to care for this illness, along with many others. So why wasn't she recovering? It wasn't adding up...
“She's not getting any better, Sans!” Sasster exclaimed as her sat on the couch, dragging his hands down his face in frustration. “I don't know that I'm doing wrong. She should be fine but she's only getting worse with each passing day. If this keeps up she'll...-”
“dings, you gotta calm yourself. there's still time to help her.”
“I-I know I just-I'm worried she's not going to make it...”
“dings...”
“I can't sleep. I end up watching her all night, keeping an eye on her. Always checking to make sure she's still breathing...” He felt his emotions stirring deep inside himself as his mind swarmed with negativity. Just last night he laid down next to her and held her close to himself... something he never thought he'd do with anyone willingly, even if it was a close family member. He normally didn't like physical contact and yet he found himself craving it from her... He missed when she would ask to cuddle with him. He missed hearing her voice, seeing her smile... He missed everything about her. He just wanted her to get better...
“dings... has it ever crossed your mind that she doesn't want to get better?”
“What in Asgore's name are you talking about? Why wouldn't she want to get better???”
“because she knows you're going to continue pushing her away and she doesn't want to wake up to that reality. what else could be the reason be? you've been trying so hard to undo the bond you've made with her despite how close you've grown to her. You don't think that would effect someone's will to live? especially someone like her who's been nothing but pushed away by her own family?”
Sasster couldn't find the words to respond. True, it wouldn't be unlike her to respond in such a drastic way... She did have a painful and inhumane life on the surface. The ones she called “mom and dad” did nothing but abuse her after turning 14. She still believes she was a horrible daughter to them and deserved the scars embedded into her back and stomach. A low growl rumbled deep in the ghoul's chest as he remembered looking over them... They looked as if a large animal swiped their claws over her back and stomach. Not enough to cause serious injury but enough to leave a scar. The idea of her own parents abusing her in such a horrific way made his blood boil. 
Wait, why was he even thinking about this? That wasn't the point. The point was Sans was right. Gen wasn't getting better because she didn't want to... She most likely felt it would be better to pass away then to live like their relationship never was. As much as his ego and pride was screaming at him to deny these assumptions, he couldn't bring himself to. He made a mistake. He let his fears and insecurities come between their relationship and now they were both suffering from it as a result. He knew what he had to do. He only prayed it wasn't too late...
Sasster didn't have to say a word to Sans as he got up from the couch and headed towards the steps. Sans understood right away what he was doing. Dings may be an asshole, but he can also admit when he's made a mistake, when it counts at least. This being one of those times.
“good luck, dings. you're going to need it.”
She looked even worse than she did a few hours ago! All color in her skin was drained to a ghost white and her body was sweating up a storm. The sight of her twisted his heart in ways he could not comprehend. Never in his life had he ever thought he'd share such feeling for someone... He always thought he was content with having his brothers' company until she came along.  She was part of his family, his life. She was everything to him... He could see that now.
As he approached the bedside, the ghoul monster began to feel a strong urge to lay down with the wolf girl. Carefully, he positioned himself over top of her and laid down, resting his against her chest as he dug his arms under her small body. Gen's breaths were heavy and weak to his non existent ears. Even her heart beat didn't sound any better. If she really was to pass away this very night, he would stay with her till the end. But not before he said a few things to her...
“...I'm... I'm sorry Gen. I'm sorry for pushing you away. I know now that's why you aren't getting better. Maybe you aren't even aware you're doing this to yourself... I shouldn't of done that to you. I shouldn't of given into my fears. I made a huge mistake and I regret every moment of it.”
Hot tears slowly began to run down his pale white face as he laid there with her. He wasn't ready to lose her. Not like this. She meant too much to him. He... He loved her. He loved her with all his heart, all his soul. He wasn't ready to let go. He wasn't ready to say good bye...
“I... I love you, Gen. Please don't leave me like this...”
The ghoul monster ended up falling asleep on top of the small wolf girl, his head still resting gently on her chest. After so many sleepless nights trying to care for her, he finally pass out from the extra stress he went through that night. He was out cold. What a surprise it was for Gen when she opened her eyes to find his head over her chest. He looked completely exhausted. How long had he been there? And more importantly, how long had she been out? She remembered being really sick for a few days, watching Sasster as he cared for her. Then one day she felt really depressed and decided to try to sleep it off... She must have been extremely sick because she never woke up exactly after that. She had faint memories of waking up to be feed but that was it. There was nothing else to recall.
She didn't really care about any of that though at the moment. All she cared about was right in front of her. He looked so cute sleeping on top of her like this. He must have been really worried about her...
“You don't need to worry about me anymore, Gaster. I'm feeling much better now.  You'll see... Once you wake up that is. Hee hee~.” she said as she placed a kiss oh his forehead, snuggling her head against his like a wolf does with its pack.
“Oh and for the record... I knew you loved me before you even admitted it to me in my dreams. That's why I was being stubborn with you. Cause you're so emotionally constipated, you can't even tell when you're in love with someone. But that's okay. You're lucky I've learned to read you just as well as your brothers. You probably can't hear me but hopefully you do... in your dreams. Hee hee hee~.”
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I had every intention of working on A Chasper Fic, but I was depressed and didn’t wanna bring that into where I am in the Chasper story right now, so we got a Family Danger update instead. I’m sorry, or you’re welcome. I don’t know your life. Lol. 
Hi, Friends. This story is actually coming to an end soon. Thank you so much for the time and energy you've blessed me with on this journey. Hoping that I can wrap up in another chapter or two, since I've gotten everything that I initially outlined whenever I started this story covered except for one major thing and the details surrounding it. So, the next chapter may or may not be the last, but it definitely will be ending shortly. I love throwing y'all a good curveball or two, but I think this chapter has the last BIG curve ball in it. Lol. When you see it, you'll know. Thanks for reading.
We're Getting Old
President of the Hero League was a job that was somehow easier in the position than Charlotte's job of assisting Ray as the president. Of course, the family had to move to Metroburg, and that wasn't very far for them, but she had to hear all of the complaining from the family about how they moved closer just to be near them and now she was moving further away? "You're still closer than you would have been if you had stayed in Swellview," she reminded them. She didn't bring up the fact that they had been able to move out of the shared condo and that she bought her parents and Henry's parents new homes and the condo was still their property. She didn't mention that the move had benefited everyone, considering that she was able to flourish and keep them in her net of protection and provision, as she did. She didn't mention that none of them ever had to work again, if they didn't want to (and none of them seemed to want to, because she was always seeing them be old socialites online, while SHE was working and Henry was risking his life).
"It'll be you one day," Hank said, after she had another argument with Nana Ezmi. She threw him a look. Charlotte didn't like being compared to her mother, even if she was starting to gray in the same place that her mother did, that little streak in the front of her head. Henry kept telling her how he could hardly wait before she went all silver, because he imagined that would be hot. He'd been painting her that way for a couple of years now. Whenever she asked him why in the world his muse seemed to be "old lady" her, he just shrugged, said, "If you get to live to be a silver fox with a full smile, that means that I've done my job as a hero and as a husband," and continued painting. She didn't question him about it again, since painting was one of the things that he did to destress from work, she grew to realize that he'd do paintings of a future her after a particularly bad fight or encountering the most dangerous of villains.
Being a global superhero was not the same as Swellview, or even just Metroburg. Trips were longer, battles were sometimes part of a war, and his body got older, but threats didn't account for that. "You know, heroes retire everyday, Henry. Your body isn't the same. Your spirit doesn't seem to be. You either need a career change or to do something new to keep yourself going. You'll wind up either burned out or washed out and I'm not here for either of those…" He pulled her to himself and rested his head on the top of her hair. "Hen?"
"I'm not retiring. But, sometimes, I do need a little bit of encouragement, to remember why."
"Why?" She wondered, but didn't move from his needful embrace.
"Because, I'm supposed to be a superhero and there are still dangers that I can take on. I don't want our children or you to think that I throw in the towel just because I'm not as good as I used to be, or because I'm tired. Crime and evil don't take any vacations, and they don't take it easy on me for being old."
"You're not that old."
"Too old to be doing everything that I do, and with my body being what it is… I mean, yeah, I recovered from my injuries enough to walk and move again, but I was never back to my old functionality… And now, I'm nearing 40 and naturally things are declining, but I also still have residue of having all these broken bones, paralysis and a coma. Like… I'm not a regular 40 year old dude aging…"
"Then, we would all understand if you had to step down!" She said, finally looking at him, studying him, wondering what she missed for him to be speaking on his bodily health. She took his arm and ran a diagnostic.
"Char…" He said, exhausted.
"Why am I just now seeing this?" She wondered. "Do you know how long this must have been happening for these results?"
"Couple of years," he said and backed away.
"Henry… You need to quit."
"I can't. I'm helping Charlie and I'm still able to save lives."
"You've overextended the usage of those braces. Why didn't Interface TELL me this?"
"She's been with me long enough to override requests for you to get a damage report. Listen…"
"No, YOU listen! I am going to call in a team at Global Page to update your braces and in the meantime, you should get out of them and just use the chair for a while…" She suffered over these results, "You've been using your own leg power at 50% for almost THREE years, Henry!" She covered her mouth with her hand.
"Char… If my legs are declining, at least I know how that works. It's happened before and you were chill about it…"
"I wasn't CHILL about it, I was trying to be strong, because you were the one going through it!" She was ordering in a special team when Hank called in. "Hey, Honey. What is it?"
"A couple of things. One - you're probably gonna get contacted by the academy very soon and two - what is this special team that you're assembling and I didn't get an invite?"
"The academy should be contacting me for what, Hank?" She asked, her eyebrows stuck in worry mode.
"They feel like I've broken some protocol with my experiments for superpower creation and application…" She was now receiving said call. "But, the twins got an alert for this task involving Dad, so I'm not the only one doing something that might be considered shady and I ask that you remember that as you click over to answer…"
Charlotte fumed as she clicked over to see Evelyn, who was currently the Headmaster at the Academy. "Hi…" Charlotte said, "Just… tell me what he did and what I need to do."
"He has crossed the line for the last time and you need to come pick him up."
"I need to what now?"
"Hamilton is expelled, Charlotte. The Board decided that the President of the Hero League's child makes the perfect example. My hands are tied."
"WHAT did he do?"
Evelyn turned the camera to show a room of about 13 teenagers, firing lasers from their eyes, zipping around, crushing things with their bare hands… "Explicitly did not follow our NO EXPERIMENTS ON STUDENTS policy!"
"Put that boy on the phone!" Charlotte snapped.
Evelyn looked over at where she knew Hank was. The 15 year old returned to his mother's view and immediately said, "I promise that I didn't experiment on myself!" He tried to smile, so she knew that he was nervous. He was the least smiling person that she knew. Piper insisted that he picked that up from her, but she wasn't around him enough for that to be true, not these days anyway, with her own kids training for their capes. "They've removed me from my room and packed my so-called essentials, but there's a lot of stuff in there that I need. Is dad coming to get me and can he go pack my room for me?"
"No. I'm coming to get you," Charlotte said. Hank looked terrified. If Charlotte was about to leave the Headquarters in order to collect her expelled son from the Academy, he was likely in trouble for the rest of his young life. She disconnected the call, still wearing her stern face and looked at Henry, who was equal parts relieved that she was more mad at Hank than him, right now, impressed that Hank had gotten so far in his experiments, and curious if he needed to go along and pack the rest of Hank's stuff that he needed. She got up, very calmly grabbed her jacket and threw it on her shoulders, feeling her hair becoming a little more gray. At least Charlie was somewhere acting like she had some goddamn sense…
The phone rang again and she answered, "Hey, Lady Danger, I am actually on my way out…"
"We were in the neighborhood of an alert and…"
Charlotte's Interface alarm went off and she checked her watch, "Hang on, Lady. Charlie's got her bracelet off..."
LD said, "Hey, put your bracelet back on," calmly and Charlotte looked up from her watch at her sister-in-law. "So, as I was saying, was in the neighborhood, a crisis was averted. I have your daughter with me."
"What kind of crisis?" If that girl had let a hero complex kick in…
"Somebody tried to kidnap her, so she took off her bracelet and didn't let them…" Lady Danger sounded awfully proud. "She did what she was supposed to do as far as casting a FaceMask SOS, and I was nearby and answered."
"What the… WHY didn't I get this alert?"
"You weren't nearby," Lady Danger said, as though it was obvious. "Anyway, I'll bring her home. I know that you've got that mess with Hammy." (Piper still called him Hammy, because her father-in-law's name was Hank and she wasn't about to do that "Billy's Hank," "Henry's Hank" foolishness and told Hammy he'd have to just "suck it buttercup, because nobody's ever been able to make me do or not do anything.")
"How do you know about that?"
"You know he's always hanging around the twins. Monalise texted me as soon as her grandmother told him "Come with me and you two, you've got images to rebuild." So… did he get suspended again?"
"Expelled!"
Lady Danger laughed. "My man."
"Lady Danger… I have to go. I've gotta pick him up."
"You? Not Henry? Uh oh," she said and began texting her niece twins.
Charlotte sat back down and asked, "Where is Charlie? I want to check in with her and make sure she's okay. I've been kidnapped and I just want to make sure that she's fine…"
Lady Danger turned the device to show Charlie talking to a reporter, "So then, the one with the monster movie mask said, 'She's got one of those dampening bracelets on, so just keep her in it and we're good. I don't know what she does.' And a light went off in my head! All I had to do was take off my bracelet. I knew what I do!"
"She's fine," Lady Danger told Charlotte.
"And what do you do?" The reporter asked.
"Now, that… I'm not supposed to talk about to nobody. My mommy said not to and she's the President, so…"
"Your mother is the President of the United States?"
"What? What the heck is that? The Hero League…"
Lady Danger took Charlie's hand and said, "No further questions."
"Lady Danger! This is your niece?" When Lady Danger flinched at the reporter, they jumped nearly out of their skin and repeated, "Okay, no further questions… Did anyone get footage of the kidnapping attempt? What does President Page's daughter do?"
"Today is fucked up," Henry said. "Want me to go pick up Charlie and you go get Hank?"
"We're going to go get Charlie, and we're going to go get Hank, then we are going to discuss the regression of your legs." Henry didn't argue with her. He knew that he should have told her whenever they first started bothering him, but that was the entire point of him having braces. They never expected him to even walk again, much less fight crime and whenever he could, it was great, but him starting to not be able to do it so much anymore… it wasn't the end of the world.
It wasn't like before when he didn't know who he was besides Kid Danger and wherever Henry Hart started. It wasn't the same because not only had he changed, but his life had. He had a beautiful, powerful wife who was just about perfect in his eyes. She gave him two amazing kids. One that was so much like her and looked so much like him that it was actually terrifying on both parts, and one that looked like a good blend of both of them, mostly Char though, but was like a miniature him and basically controlled his heart. He had been given another chance when he awoke from his coma. He had been given the love of his life when he got his memory back. He had been blessed to be able to walk again, even if he didn't do it all of the time, and he had many successful years without the need of the braces, some successful ones with their assistance and now, he was having pretty successful ones with the need for them…
They would still work, even if he lost all the power in his legs! Charlotte was mostly upset that he was having a physical condition and he didn't tell her, at least he thought. Truthfully, secretly, she was upset with herself for being so focused on work and stuff that she didn't NOTICE. Now that she was thinking about it, she should have thought to check on things like that. She should have detected if he was in pain, or seemed to be struggling whenever he moved. She should've noticed an increase in him using the chair again…
They pulled up to the Academy and Hank was outside with the Thunderman twins - Monalise and Maxine, aka Take Two. The twins were holding hands, as they usually were whenever interacting with others. Monalise was the provision of Maxine's connection to the outside world - her eyes, ears and mouth, basically. They both looked exactly like their mom, but Maxine's eyes were white and her long, curly, dark hair fell all the way to her calves. Monalise kept hers cut short to her scalp, sometimes drew designs in the side of her fade. Right now, she had two roses.
"Hi, Girls," Charlotte said.
"Madame President," Monalise said.
"Listen… If either of you use your powers to try to make me less angry, your mom's gonna be down here next," Charlotte told them, with a smile.
Maxine's eyebrow raised and Monalise glanced at her then said, "We were just saying goodbye to Hamilton. He'll be missed around here. Maxine would like to scan for details on the upcoming assignment you're interested in." Charlotte nodded her head and Maxine took her free hand and placed it on Charlotte's forehead. "That should be doable for us. We'll talk with the 'rents about bringing us by. Goodbye Hamilton." Monalise and Maxine broke their hand contact to hug their friend. Henry was returning with Hank's additional things that he had sped to the room to collect. "We'll see you soon, Mr. Hart."
Henry came back to Charlotte speaking very angrily to Hank and tried to break the ice with, "Those twins are creepy AF, amirite?"
"They're my best friends." "They're 16 years old!" Hank's declaration was less passionate than Charlotte's but he was in the middle of being chewed out by the president of the Hero League outside of a place that he had just been removed from. Henry loaded the truck and while he drove, Charlotte fussed until she finally let Hank explain himself.
"I knew that things that work in theory are just that. I needed to test it on someone and you made me promise not to test it on myself. I know every non-pow in the Academy, because we're the outcasts here. I explained the risks and got all of their consent."
"Are any of them 18 years old? Because, if you somehow forgot that is the age that nonpows legally become adults!"
"It's 16 in this state," Henry said. Hank was about to say the same thing, but when Charlotte gave his dad the look that she gave him, he was grateful that Henry had said it first. "I am shutting up," Henry said and gave Hank a sympathetic smile.
"What are we even going to do with you now, Hank? Colleges aren't going to want you knowing that you were expelled here!"
"I don't need college anymore. I'm not 10, for heaven's sakes. My mother is Charlotte Page. I'm sure I'll be fine. Especially since Dad saved my research." He smiled into the mirror at Henry. It was a genuine smile, or gratitude! Henry smiled back, proudly. Charlotte sighed and reclined her seat.
"So… Um… Tell me about your research," Henry said.
Hank was DYING to do just that. Charlotte was so busy fussing about the ethics and the consequences that she didn't even ask him about his genius!
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Charlie was eating whenever the Harts met Piper and Billy's family to pick her up. "You owe me like $200.00 in food. What have been doing? Starving the kid?"
Charlotte sat down and put an arm around Charlie, "How do you feel?"
"Hungry and tired," she said.
"That's normal. See, whenever you're training with Daddy, you're basically just practicing lifting and honing your reflexes. That gives you a very high metabolism, but whenever you're in the field and your mind knows that there is impending danger, the chemicals in your brain are different than when you train. And using super strength and hypermotility takes a lot of physical demand, especially when you're experiencing fear."
She scoffed, "I wasn't scared."
"It's okay to be scared. I'm scared every time I go into battle, and I'm sure that your aunt Piper is too," Henry offered.
"Nope," Piper said. "But, I do get nervous whenever Billy has to."
"It's normal to be scared," Billy told Charlie.
"I wasn't. I was worried that I might break my bracelet in the fight and get in trouble, but I wasn't scared of fighting those men. They were bad and needed to be taught that lesson, but I shouldn't have to get in trouble because I protected myself!"
"You're not in trouble. I'm very proud of you for your discernment and quick action. I'm so glad that you're safe," Charlotte said and hugged her tightly.
Charlie returned the hug and asked in a low voice, "Mommy, can we go home? I wanna lay down."
"Yes." Charlotte paid the entire tab before leaving with Charlie in her arms, 10 years old, but teacup sized like her mom, who wasn't much weaker today than she had been when she realized her powers.
The rest of the family was catering to Charlie. It made her feel weird. She was used to a certain amount of babying, being the baby of the family, but they were like seriously tripping, and Hank was home when he should have been at school. "What is happening at this house?" She wondered.
Hank told her, "Everybody's just glad that you're okay, physically and mentally."
"I'm not! I want to sleep for like 4 days. I am so tired! I wanna stop wearing this bracelet. It's gonna make it harder for me to recover if I'm gonna feel this way whenever it's an emergency situation. Can I stop wearing it? I'm 10!" She looked at Charlotte, feeling like it was probably ultimately her decision.
Charlie was right. If she was going to get used to the natural way her body responded to things, she would have to get used to her body, the way she was meant to be. She helped the bracelet off of her and said, "I'll deactivate the alarms and put it in a nice display box, so you can hang on to it."
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Henry rolled outside and sat quietly while Charlotte was looking up at the stars on the patio. "A lot of big changes happened in your life today. Are you okay?" He asked.
"Our daughter was almost taken by someone today, just to try to make me stop being the President of the Hero League. Now, something that extreme, getting a team together and plotting on a 10 year old to try to stop my work would be something that would give me great pride in the job that I'm doing, but how could they have gotten so close to her? How was she almost taken like that? Thank God that she knew what to do. How did I not get alerted the moment that danger came her way? Have I been so caught up in my career that I forgot that I was a mother and a wife, too?"
"Definitely not. You're that stuff first, every day that you wake up, which is saying a lot because so many people expect you to be so much. I know where this is coming from. I purposefully hid this from you. Hank purposefully hid that from you. Charlie is just getting older and more independent. There's nothing that you missed. There's nothing that you should've caught. You're the best Char. You're the best wife, the best mother, the best boss, the best president. They should make a "President of the World" title so that you can have it. She sighed, smiled and sat on his lap. He wrapped his arms around her and kissed her shoulders, "I'll be fine, you know. Even if my legs do lose their usage."
"Never hide something like that from me."
"You have to dispatch superheroes all over the world, everyday. You lead committees. You have political and economic meetings. You run multiple corporations. You're…"
"Your wife! I'm your wife, Henry. I shouldn't have to find this out because I run a check on you because you're being weird."
"What I thought was that if I tell me wife this, she'll drop everything to see about me and she's too important to this world to do that, and I'm not important enough. I fight so hard because you are one of the that make this world a better place. I fight for you and Hank, and Charlie, Jasper, and my family and my fellow hero and fellow man. You first, though. I don't want you to pause your great things to sort through my issues again. So, promise me that you won't."
"I won't have to. I've got partners, proteges and progeny for that. Hank's new job is taking the lead on this repair project. So, to let you know what I've got going on. I have a medical science team working on solutions for your legs, a production team working on revising an update for the braces. I know they're the newest version, but there are some innovative ideas that Hank had that I'm gonna let him try out. I have a substitute resuming your major assignments until further notice and Thunder Twins Take Two will make sure that everyone is honest with each other and with me, INCLUDING you, Mister."
"The Creeper Twins are my surveillance?" He scoffed. "I hate them."
"Henry! They're kids! Only a little bit older than Hank."
"They're a couple of years older and about to be the legal adults that you spoke of."
"They're supers. They got their legal adult certifications already, but still…"
"They're fuckin' weird. And the one with the eyes that looks through your mind… nightmare fuel."
"She's BLIND!" Charlotte fussed. They bickered for a little bit longer, her on his lap.
Hank heard something as he was watching them on the patio. It was Charlie. She grabbed a ham out of the freezer and walked over to him, "Do you have a way to cook this fast?"
He took it from her gently and rolled his eyes, "Why wouldn't I?" He watched their parents for a moment longer and she watched with him.
"What are we waiting for?' Charlie wondered.
"Nothing. This is it. This is everything that matters. Mom had a rough day today, and Dad was her hero, as usual. And, I love to see it. See the love that made us, just working the way that it's supposed to. I hate when she's sad and mad and stuff, so I know whenever she is and Dad goes to see about her, he'll fix it. He always does. Look at them. We come from them. Whenever they're no longer here, that love that you see between them is what we should always remember them by."
"Oh my God, are they dying?"
"No."
"Why do you always make stuff sound like people are dying?"
"I mean, technically, we all are dying, a little bit more everyday…" She screamed really loud and held her heart. Charlotte jumped up to run inside and Henry was rolling in right behind her.
"What? What is it? Why is there ham?" Charlotte wondered.
Charlie went to hug her mother and said, "If we're all slowly dying everyday, I want to make sure that I remember your hugs."
"If what?" Charlotte asked and looked at Hank. "What did...? Why is there ham?"
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Charlotte had to do a lot of maneuvering to gain herself a little vacation. Of course, she would still be able to be contacted, but only in the case of an emergency. "I can't believe that he's doing this to us," Henry said, fixing his tie.
"Aht aht aht!" Charlotte reminded him. "Whose day is it?"
"The happy couple's," Henry groaned.
"Exactly. And who made a masterpiece out of a mess again?"
"We did, with our excellent wedding planning skills." She nodded her head. Henry grabbed the current box of flowers and she grabbed another 3, stacking them on top of each other. "I just don't get how this happened."
"People change and grow up and rediscover themselves and others."
"Why of all the people did it have to be a Bilsky, though?" Henry frowned and looked at the sign that he had painted, on a cloth banner designed to look like a scroll. Jasper and Mitch's Wedding. "And Mitch, at that!"
"Would you prefer it was Jeff?" Charlotte asked.
"Good point…"
Henry dispersed flower decorations, floral crowns, boutonnieres, bouquets, and other floral embellishments, then went to find Jasper. Jasper had a suit that Charlotte had designed and made for him (well, she had it made. She still loved fashion, but her president duties didn't give her the chance to really actually make this herself). It was a half top. It looked sort of like a tuxedo, but if the tuxedo was cropped, and the jacket material was white lace, with burgundy and baby blue accents. Henry looked at the short vest and jacket and asked, "Ready for the bridegroom bouquet?" He asked.
"Yes!" Jasper cheered.
Henry couldn't help but smile as he presented a bouquet of light blue, burgundy(ish), pale pink and light yellow flowers. Jasper gasped and cheered, "Henry, it's BEAUTIFUL!"
"Beautiful flowers for the most beautiful dude on his wedding day." Jasper accepted the bouquet like a baby, but Charlotte readjusted him, because it just looked awkward. Then, she got photos of the two of them and Barfield, who was the ring bearer, carrying the pillow in a burgundy bucket. Jasper had Charlotte as his Matron of Honor and Henry as his Man of Honor. Henry couldn't believe that he was about to be in Mitch Bilsky's wedding. This was more unbelievable than that time that Charlotte was in Bysh's wedding… And this was now the SECOND time that Charlotte was in a Bilsky wedding and… Mitch was still an idiot, as far as Henry could tell, but he'd made amends with Jasper a few years back, because Piper was cool with the Bilskys after having dated Billy… HEY! Henry just noticed that Piper had dated TWO Billys! Henryway… Piper and Jasper lived together for a while and Jasper and Mitch became at least able to tolerate each other. Mitch apologized at some point, especially for homophobic things he'd said to and about Jasper and Henry. Jasper wasn't offended by any of it, but Mitch began to speak about how he was uncertain about himself and that he was projecting, Jasper felt like the conversation was suddenly more important and focused on trying to make sure that Mitch knew that he could be comfortable with his sexuality, if that was something that he was struggling with.
They weren't even friends or into each other, even after that conversation, but like Charlotte said, they crossed paths again, and a few months later, she and Henry were putting together a wedding, in between parenting, hero things, Henry's medical trials, and Charlie's training. But, this was Jasper. They had been waiting for a long time for this, even if this was how it was gonna be. Jasper looked happy, and as the ceremony happened to be one of the most beautiful sights ever, Charlotte and Henry fist bumped at the altar, waiting on Jasper to enter.
Mitch had two sons, who lived with their mothers, but were with him sometimes. Jasper was going to rehire his surrogate shortly before he got engaged, so he put that off. Barfield was 4 and he wanted him to have a sibling or two. He hated growing up an only child. However, step brothers totally was gonna be enough for him.
And Piper definitely vetted the hell out of Mitch, to make sure that he wasn't gonna try to take advantage of her best friend, and warned him on behalf of the Lady Lair that doing so would result in grave consequences. She was a bridesmaid, in a burgundy dress, matching the one that Bysh had on, while Charlotte and Henry were in baby blue suits. Billy had a burgundy suit, and Jeff had a baby blue one that the ladies had to help him put on, because after he got his pants on, he was unsure of what the rest of that stuff was.
Ray sat with the parents, holding Katelyn, who had on a baby blue dress of her own, while he and Schwoz were there in their best complementary suits. The Page and Hart parents were right there, too, because, "We raised Jasper about as much as his parents did," Esmerelda had said whenever Charlotte asked her if she would mind sitting with his family while making the arrangements.
Henry was hoping that they'd be a little bit more turned down than they had been years ago whenever he was at Bysh's wedding, but the Bilskys were simply that type of family. He was grateful that Jasper couldn't actually procreate with this dude, though and he didn't mind telling him that he kinda questioned his taste in dudes. Charlotte quickly remedied that comment, by pointing out that he had originally questioned his choice of a burgundy and baby blue wedding and gestured to the venue around them.
After the wedding, Barfield was going to Piper's house for the honeymoon. Jasper wanted to bring him (he like never left that kid anywhere without him for too long), but Piper told him that he needed that honeymoon trip and besides, he and her youngest son, Flynn were close in age and good friends whenever they saw each other. To her, six years was the perfect spacing. Even though Starlette got pissy about having another kid come into the picture when she was 6, she also began to manifest her powers at that time. It was unfortunate, because she screamed so loud that she injured everybody in the house, including the baby and she never wanted to use that power again, but Piper brought her to the Thundermans for her training and she learned how to direct her voice within a couple of years. Flynn needed a hearing aid after her tantrum and had been living with it for almost 5 years now… but he'd began to manifest powers too. And that scared Jasper for Barfield.
"Dude, my son is not gonna set your son on fire or anything!"
"Maybe not on purpose, but tempers run hot in your family and what if he has a Starlette meltdown and really melts the place down?" Jasper wondered.
"Then Billy would definitely make sure that all of the kids were out first!"
"Billy Bilsky?" Jasper asked, having a Jasper moment. She just led him out of the room and shut the door on him.
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Maxine was seated in the corner of the room, 'observing' like she usually did. At this point, it was no big feat for her to sit in a room and use her mind to tap into the vibrations of others. She could "see" their thoughts and she could feel their intentions. A few years back, Hamilton had spoken to her about "fixing her condition," and she simply gave him a glance at what her mind could do - how she experienced the world, and that voice in a person's mind whenever she tried to tell them something - a haunting chorus of sorts of voices, like the echoes, whispers and innermost background voices that they had, coming together to speak to the host for her, "You think because I have a disability that I need improvement. I may not see, hear, or speak, but I absorb the world in a way that no one else ever may. I'm satisfied with who I am. I'm pleased with how my mind works. I am not my disability, nor am I my ability. But, nobody can convince me that I'm not what I should be." She didn't let a lot of people into her mind.
It ruined their equilibrium. They felt off, had headaches, lost their balance, couldn't find their voices or words for a time afterwards… And none of them had the ability to process those emotions and thoughts in a way that could be communicated to someone else. She only knew because she could venture their minds. So, she avoided inviting others in, but those that let her settle in theirs for a bit, they gave her a peace of sorts. Her twin sister was the very first bond she made, then her parents, aunt Nora, uncle Billy… Eventually Hamilton.
What a stressed out baby he was! She appreciated that he had an early consciousness. Most of the babies that she came around were acutely unaware of what images they were taking in and whenever she peeked into their minds, it was chaos and stimuli. But, Hammy had been different. He was worried, but knew that he was safe and taken care of. He seemed to realize his surroundings and he seemed to recognize when she showed up in his mind. Of course, weird adults like his grandmother on his father's side said that they would "grow up and get married." HA! She wished she could tell that lady, now. HA! We're like family… sort of. They were close enough. Their father worked very closely with his mother in the lab - anytime that she needed a specialist in any field of his. He worked closely with their father on special Danger Force missions. Their mother wasn't as close, but had some level of respect for them, though she oddly told both girls, "Neither of you are under no circumstances to ever date that Page boy." Maxine only knew in that moment that Hamilton wasn't "related" to them. She'd always had more of a familial bond with the boy. Her mom just didn't want them settling down with non-pows. Monalise was the one with the voice, hearing and eyesight, so she was the one that boys usually talked to and stuff anyway. But, she was never interested in Hamilton, or anybody else. She had a twin who lived vicariously through her, but the only place she really felt at ease in their mental fellowship.
By 16, they linked their brains together with a device that they worked on at the Academy. Their dad called it the Mind Meld Machine, because it apparently served a purpose much like the gift of an alien people in an old show. She and Monalise called it the "Merger." It helped Monalise to release her sometimes (she often seemed to feel like she had to care for her twin), and it helped Maxine to experience the world as Monalise did without actually changing who either of them were on a physical level.
Now, she was 'watching' Monalise assist their good friend, Hamilton perform his first bone reinforcement procedure for his father, backed by a skilled team of scientists and supers in order to make it all work out. This was the highest paying job that the twins had ever gotten, but it was such important work to Hamilton - for personal reasons, as well as professional. The President was there, too.
Hamilton had been granted the access to the Gaia genes and used synthetic DNA, combined with the records of the late Dr. Manchester, and samples that Captain Man donated in Henry's name to the cause; and he managed to at least theoretically come up with a way that could make indestructible (or at least highly durable) bones, in the same manner that Dr. Manchester wanted to make indestructible glass. But, Hamilton detected that the process was never meant for humans, and therefore the risks associated with it hadn't been found until later. For one thing - it was difficult for the subject to learn new information and growth could be painful. (The process, if done on humans, needed to be done to a full grown human). Learning more about Ray's irresponsible father, Hamilton had a lot more sympathy for the man. He was essentially a full grown child and had likely been in terrible pain each time he had a growth spurt, hormonal change, or natural bodily functions that developed after age 8.
"And so his mind would have processed these natural and normal things happening to his body as TRAUMA, because he was a kid and kids process trauma differently than adults do. And as his body changed, it became the norm for him, but the trauma was never addressed, just no longer painful. Which means that he still has the trauma inside of him, but can he ever even deal with it? Having a brain that might not expand very much? It's like… we've joked about it before, but he's honestly like an impenetrable overgrown child! His father was torturing and abusing him to make him into a hero and should've been trying to check whether or not he was raising a functional human being!" Hank had been fussing to his mother as he read over the notes. He paused, took a deep breath and said, "But, you peeped this ages ago, I'm sure. THIS is why you're so gentle on him, isn't it?"
"I'm not always gentle on him, but I definitely noticed that he couldn't HELP a lot of the things about him that drove me crazy. I never looked into that work as deeply as you are now, though. You okay?"
"I feel bad for kids that have bad parents. Mine were the best, so seeing that some kids are raised by people who would do this to them and not even really think about what could be happening inside of him… That's sad, Man." Hank blinked away a tear. He was really sensitive about kids. Charlotte wasn't sure if it was because he had a little sister who he'd been protective of for most of her life or because he had to look into children to understand their needs for My Little Ham productions, but he had a soft spot for kids and she loved that he cared so much about them. Because, truth be told, not much won his sympathy. He was very interested in doing what was right by people, but he was also someone who believed in street justice. He probably would send goons after somebody like Dr. Manchester if he'd been around and known what was happening to Ray in his lab. He was still the best big brother and often took Charlie on business tours, because for whatever reason, it was more interesting to hear her brother speak about business stuff and responsibilities than it had ever been to hear Charlotte do it.
She was also allowed to be in the observatory as Henry's procedure was done. They numbed his legs, but kept him conscious while they worked. He told Dad jokes and kept reminding people that he was Hank's dad. He told them stories about how the boy lasering into his flesh used to pee on him when he tried to change his diapers. "Like… without fail! His mom was like, there's literally an alert to tell you when he needs to change and when he needs to go! I think you like being peed on!" I mean, not by the baby, I'd tell her…" Hamilton gave him a serious look. "Sorry, Just trying to lighten the mood. I don't like being peed on, by the way. Now, peeing on…" Hank gestured to Monalise and Henry was more silent. "Did you just mindscrew me, little girl? Because I do not consent…"
"Dad, I actually need concentration, so that I don't hit any veins or nerves, or anything that I could accidentally touch. I'm precise, but… I'd really like to not mess up, okay?"
Henry smiled and nodded once. After a while, there was a lot of blood and even though he couldn't feel anything, he was alarmed enough to close his eyes and rest. He fell asleep and woke up later, when everyone was gone but his family, Ray and Schwoz. He jumped, startled by their man faces in his face.
"Henry's up, Everybody!" Ray cheered.
Hank cleared them away from him and reached for Henry's hand. "How do you feel?"
"Lightheaded."
"Do your legs hurt?"
"Surprisingly, no. All that blood earlier, I would have thought…"
"Can you feel them?" Henry looked down at his legs and they looked fine. He slapped one and nodded his head. Hank then asked, "Can you move them?" Henry moved one, then the other. Hank took both of his hands and helped him to get up. When he was standing and walking, with Hank's hand guiding him, unsure of why Hank WAS guiding him… He could do it himself and he backed up to demonstrate that he could. "Do they hurt now?"
"No. They're fine. They're good. This is the best that they've felt in years."
Charlotte ran a diagnostic check from his bionic arm. "100% functional!"
Hank whispered, "I'm gonna win a motherfucking Nobel Peace Prize," and he looked at Charlotte, winced at his language and covered his mouth.
"You are gonna win a LOT OF motherfucking awards!" She agreed and gave him a fist pump.
"So… I've got invincible legs?" Henry wondered, walking around and looking down.
"I'm not that good. You've got indestructible leg bones, but we're that much closer to invincibility procedures!" Hank cheered.
"So… My leg muscles are…"
"I reinforced the tissue, but it wasn't as easy as the bones, so the muscles are temporarily healed, but not and I repeat, not indestructible. Don't do any test stunts. Where's my sister?" He looked around and Charlie was seated on Maxine's lap, talking to her. "Charlie!" She looked up and came rushing over. (They'd told her to stay out of the way earlier, whenever everyone came into the room, so she kept Maxine company).
"Does Daddy have new legs?"
"Sorta. I fixed his old legs."
"Can you fix the old rest of him?" She genuinely asked and everyone in the room, including Henry laughed. She didn't know why… and nobody had answered her question.
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Unthinkable CH3
Chapter 3/???
Thomas x Reader
Word 3200
Warning Fluff
The first days of vacation passed between laughter, film, great food and relaxation, Rice and Y/N had found the usual harmony and did not need to talk too much to understand each other on the fly,
"Rice did you see my Henry?" the woman asked as lifted the sofa cushions to check underneath,
"I'm sorry Poppy i do not know where it is, i did not take it for sure you know it's not reading for me," Rice said from the kitchen,
Y/N was looking in the hall when Tom entered the garden with her book in hands,
"Here's where it was!" the woman said relieved going to meet the man and taking the book from his hands, "For a second i was afraid of losing it," she said tightening at chest,
"Is that yours?" Tom asked, smiling as usual, "I thought it was from Rice and i got it without asking" he apologized,
"It's all right, it's one of my favorite books, my grandfather gave it to me when i turned 10," she said, smiling,
"Do you like Shakespear?" Tom seemed interested,
"It was my first love, along with Oscar Wilde, it seems to be made on purpose you are here and randomly i read Shakespear" Y/N said, she felt like a student in front of the professor was too strange,
"A lot of fans started to love him after they started following me, it's not that strange," Tom continued. "To see how worn and dated your copy is, i have no doubt that you've loved it for years",
"Actually it's thanks to Shakespear if i started following you," she said, almost in a whisper
"Really?" Tom was amazed, "Now i'm curious, tell me all darling," he said, making her way to the greenhouse,
"Well i have to thank a friend who lives in London for having "discovered", knowing my love for the theater was able to get the Othello shot and sent it to me," Y/N started to tell, "Beautiful show but i have to admit that when you appeared on stage i am stuck, the last i had seen was Branagh and this fluffy blonde hair child was far from my idea of  Cassius.." she said lowering eyes almost to apologize,"..but, since it was a school show, i continued to follow it then the magic, you opened your mouth, declaimed the first bar and i took my breath away, pure poetry in sounds, i fell in love with your voice at the moment.." smiled blushing "..from that moment i started to wait for a movie or TV show with you, my friend sent me your other shows.." she paused to drink,"..finally with the release of Thor they started to come out in Italy too "things" with you, then i discovered amazon and it was the end, i bought all the DVDs i found and i started learning English, nothing to say about Italian dubbers but knowing your voice i just could not listen to the translated films" ended,
Tom had listened in silence moved and stroked her face, "Thanks darling" he said looking at her, Y/N was lost between the eyes and his smile would have liked to kiss him but just hugged him, he squeezed her,
"Would you like it if i read you Henry V?" He whispered in her ear,
"Do you really mean?" She answered euphorically, "Of course i would like it, a dream come true",
"Very well .." Tom went into the house, took the book and went back to sit down, "..I only have two requests before starting",
"Anything you need" the woman siad without thinking,
"The first is crouch with me, and last i need know your favorite part" he said naturally, Y/N stood still for a moment, it did not seem true that he had asked to curl up, moved towards him and got comfortable, she leaned head against his chest and hugged him,
"I love everything about Henry V, you tell him," she replied, her heart blushing with a thousand of joy
Tom began to read stroking her back with free hand, the woman moved her lips at every joke, knew the book by heart but hear it in perfect English and with the voice of Tom was her personal paradise, she was enjoying every second,
Rice's voice reached them, "Here you were over, do not you see for hours" seeing the two embraced was about to retrace his steps, Tom stopped reading while Y/N turned to her friend
"Hey little monster", she greeted him, "come, there's room too" moved slightly to free a corner of the sofa,
"What are you doing?" he asked, sitting down,
"Thomas is reading Henry V, i do not need to tell you how i feel" her face lit with happiness
"There's no need for words," he winked at her, "do you mind if i stay and listen too?"
"Absolutely not," Tom replied, moving to make him comfortable, "Darling come closer so there's room for him," he said as approached her more than before,
"Help, too..too close..i miss the air," Y/N thought trying to stay calm, the familiarity with which he held her tightly confused and agitated but was again comfortable to listen to him.
As Y/N expected Rice collapse after 20 minutes, he always had the boring ruined literature the only thing had liked was a Midsummer Night's Dream and even then had a hard time staying awake, but she did not worry was still hugging Tom who read and did not need anything else for to be at peace, the woman's heart began to beat faster when came to one of her favorite paragraphs..the battle of Agincourt, Henry's monologue before the battle, the emotion always resented in Branagh's mind while was declaiming and now the deep voice of Tom gave her one of the most beautiful theater pieces she'd ever heard, was short of breath,
"Just please, Thomas, i need a break," Y/N said, moving slightly, Tom had just finished reading 'last paragraph,
"Something does not go darling?" the man asked continuing to caress her back,
"No, no, it's okay i just need to take a break," the woman replied, "It's hours read bring you something to drink” and stood up, careful not to wake Rice and went into the kitchen,
"Breathe breathe, breathe" kept repeating while preparing the tray with some cold tea and cake, she was not sure could hold back once got to her second favorite part, Henry meets and courts Catherine, did not want to be a molester and risk ruining a nice afternoon just to get a kiss from Tom, not to mention that the obvious refusal of him would make her feel stupid and would ruin the holidays everyone had to recover the self control before tackling that part.
He went back to the greenhouse where Rice had awakened, put the tray on the table and made a snack,
"Take me out of curiosity" Tom asked, "But you sleep or go to cook?This cake is fabulous" Y/N laughed,
"It's an old recipe, it's ready in a short time, you're greedy you two could not leave without cake"
she said sitting next to Rice, the friend put arm on shoulders and she took a comfortable grate that he understood the situation without needing to explain anything,
"Ready to move on?" Tom asked placing his glass,
"If you're not tired of reading i'm ready to listen to you again"  /N said the legs on the sofa to be more comfortable, Tom picked up the book and went on, the woman noticed something that touched her ankle and saw the hand of the man who caressed as when they were hugging, "He just like the contact physique" Y/N thought before closing eyes to let hermself be lulled by his voice, she almost did not realize that had started saying Caterina's jokes when Tom began to recite the lines of the nurse, the two continued the call and reply, the woman opened eyes and looked at Rice, who was laughing to himself and realized that she was talking aloud, wanted to bury herself for shame, her face burning,
"Do not stop please" Tom looked at her smiling and the thing waved more,
"Sorry i did not want to interrupt you" was justified Y/N,
"Please continue, it's nice to read for someone who knows the jokes, this is one of my favorite points" he looked at her with those intense eyes and the woman could not help nodding, Tom went on giving her the joke and she, like Catherine, responded in her broken English continuing to hold her eyes despite the embarrassment, Rice had resumed giggling distracting and she nudged him, Tom finished reading and put down the book before getting up and stretching,
"Thank you so much Thomas, it was ... well it was beautiful" Y/N getting up with Rice,
"It was a real pleasure darling now i would like my compensation" he answered bypassing thetable, "Your fee?" asked woman with suspicion, "We had not talked about any compensation my lord" "Mmm you're right but the minstrels always expect something in return" declaimed with a bow, Y/N laughed, "And grace what ask how to compensate? "giving herself a tone as grand dame
Tom approached "From you damsel asks only a hug," he said spreading arms, the woman smiled and hugged him with a little 'too much transport but the man did not disappear, rather he squeezed more
"Thanks for this beautiful afternoon i really liked" he whispered before melting the embrace and enter the house, Y/N remained in place still speechless, still with the desire to kiss him,
Rice brought her back to reality by making tickling, "I confess that although it is not my kind of reading to listen to Tom was really nice"
"Yeah .." was the only thing that the woman was able to say,
"Come on sleeping beauty fall back, i help you with dinner" scoffed, Y/N burst out laughing and ran after him.
The woman opened the fridge "Mmm what do you want to eat Rice?" pulled out the vegetables and prawns,
"You decide Poppy" he answered as took out the cutting board and the pans, "Vegetables and ginger prawns? " she proposed,
"I love you do you know it?" Rice came up and hugged her from behind, “Interesting afternoon, how are you?" whispered to the woman,
"Good question, i can not complain was one of the most beautiful afternoons of my life, but hell i wanted to jump on him and kiss at the end, i'm really an idiot.." she replied,
"Nha you're not an idiot, if my idol hugs me and read for me all afternoon i would be in your same condition " Rice said consoling,
"..is not because i'm a fan, now i've passed the stunning at first sight, is that attracts me to go crazy, when he looks at me or smiles i would just throw myself into his arms "  Y/N sighed leaning on her friend,
"Ahahahah well it does not do that effect only to you, quiet with time passes" laughing Rice,
"Need a hand for dinner?" Tom's voice surprised them, luckily they were talking in Italian among them, they looked at accomplices,
"I can not even ask you to help me with dinner, i've used enough for today, get comfortable i'll take care of it" the woman answered putting on apron, "Rice, you'll have to set the table?",
"I'll go right away" kissed her and went into the room,
"Do you mind if i stay to watch you cook?" Tom asked sitting at the kitchen table, " It was one of my favorite things when i was little, watching my mother cooking ",
"Of course if you like, usually Rice watching and tasting everything " she smiled putting to work, lit the stove and began to cut the vegetables into cubes dividing them by type, cleaned the prawns and put them to marinate with lime and ginger,
"Rice how do you turn the mp3 player in the kitchen? You know that i like listening to music while i cook" shouted to her friend while broke eggs,
"There is the start button from the refrigerator" he answered taking the dishes,
"How from the fridge?!" she retorted intrigued,
"Technological kitchen, the refrigerator is combined with the phone and the PC" showed her how to use the front panel, "Here Poppy..let's see a little..mmm..this!!" he said victorious after shaking the playlists, the music left after a few seconds,
"Omg Rice you still have our playlist??" giggled with him and started humming while his friend drew her to dance, the ABBAs had always been their favorites had danced their songs to the nausea of ​​the sea , he made a pirouette and disappeared in the room to lay down while Y/N returned hopping in the stove continuing to sing as if were alone, lit the oven and put in a double chocolate brownies, continued adding the vegetables to the pan as they cooked, she looked for the grill to make bruschette and found it in the tallest cabinet,
"Damn i was born short," said to herself, stretching to take it,
"Wait for me i'll take it darling" Tom got up to help her, Y/N moved to let him pass,
"Thank you hate things so high up i feel dwarf",
"Here," said passing the grill, "And the tiny things is so cute" smiled, the woman returned the smile, was flirting now she was sure it could not be just her imagination, he had flirted with her all day, put the grill on the fire, took the brownies out of the oven spreading all over the house scent of chocolate and raspberries and turned off the cooked vegetables, removed the prawns from the marinade and throw them on the grill with the ginger and the grated lime peel,
"5 minutes and dinner is ready" said taking off apron and bringing the cake to the room,
Rice looked at her, "Are you okay?" asked, taking the cake from her hands,
"Yes..uh..i think Thomas is flirting with me, please make sure i would not be my impression," she answered,
returning to the kitchen, prepared the dishes and the trio sat down to dine, they talked about cinema and of their favorite movies, the fangirl inside Y/N came out, it was very curious to know how everything worked on the set, how it was working with Sir Branagh and the other actors, if he felt in awe by being close to Sir Hopkins , had millions of questions, Tom answered all the questions of the woman without taking his eyes off her, made some imitation that made them laugh a lot and told of the anecdotes that no one knew making her the happiest fan in the world, with naturalness he stretched towards to take away a trace of ice-cream from her lips, as always they took her breath, finished dinner and Y/N followed Rice in the kitchen to wash the dishes,
"Damn i go apnea every time he touches" took a deep breath while pas she sat the dishes at Rice, "It makes me lose my lucidity.."
"I understand you, as i know it was a very normal evening, i'm glad him so relaxed with you" the man replied,
"You say it was all in my head, he is so "sociable" with everyone?" she asked almost disappointed
"I think your fangirl side wants to see something even if you are quiet" Rice replied thoughtfully
"Uff thank heaven it is you who forgive things in the right perspective" the woman smiled,
"I prepare coffee while you organize the evening film", she turned on the coffee machine.
"What are we looking at tonight? " Rice asked with the DVD holder in his hand, "Romantic, comedy, fantasy.."
"I am for the romantic" Y/N replied,
"Ok, let's see a little” turned the pages full of DVDs looking for the right movie,
"Can i make a request? "Y/N asked placing the tray with the coffee on the table.
"Has not the movie Poppy still tired you? Now you know it by heart!"Rise looked at her,
"It's my favorite love movie pleaseeeeee!!" she looked at him with puppy eyes he could not resist, Tom followed the exchange of intrigued jokes,
"And Dracula both " sighed resigned friend, "Tom is fine for you? ",
"Of course, i'm curious to know where the romantic side is" replied the man, Y/N nestled with Rice with a huge bowl of popcorn and handkerchiefs, Tom turned off the light and sat next to them, starting to caress her ankles, the woman had trouble concentrating on the film but the feeling was pleasant, she cried as usual when the princess launched herself into the river and thrilled when the Count disowned the church and damned his soul for her sake, she still did not understand how people did not see romance in that gesture, she loved Dracula, she was very far from the classic love movie, Rice got up to get a drink,
"I pause waiting" Y/N said, stretching out to take the remote control,
"It does not matter Poppy, we've seen it so often that i know the jokes too now" he said laughing while going to the kitchen, "Do you want something to drink?",
"All right for me is enough that it is sweet" the woman getting up, "I take this opportunity to take a cigarette break",
"I take what the lady ordered" Tom answered following her on the terrace, "I never thought of Dracula as a love movie, i'm re-evaluating it",
"When i saw it the first time i was expecting the classic vampire film but it excited me for its romance " Y/N said,"Maybe he's right Rice i'm the one with a strange sense of the romantic" she laughed, shrugging her shoulderst was a pleasant fresh air on the terrace,
"Looking at it from your point of view i understand why you see romanticism, i think people do not see it because it is distracted by impales and rivers of blood" Tom laughed leaning on the wall, given the naturalness with which Y/N treated her head rested on his shoulder, a gust of wind made her tremble,
"You're shaking maybe we should come back," Tom said putting an arm around her,
"One second is so good" the woman answered to eyes closed, went back on the couch, Rice joined them with what looked like a carafe of margarita and 3 glasses sugary, "I hope you like, it's a bit 'i do not prepare," he said pouring the margarita and passing the glasses and toasting, Rice and Y/N leaned their glasses and turned them before drinking,
"Is it an Italian toast?" Tom asked, the two burst out laughing,
"Let's say yes," Rice replied, "More than Italian is a type of toast of our family" and did not add anything else, they ended up drinking and started to watch the film again, Tom took Y/N by the hips and put it close, Rice took the opportunity to put head on her knees, now immobilized the woman got comfortable resting on Tom's chest he put an arm around her shoulders,
"Are you comfortable?" he asked, Y/N smile and nodded focused on the film again.
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It’s always something
8/2/2017
I hate not having anything to do at work. My next meeting is in half an hour, and then I’m running home to take Wilson to the vet. The house had its second fly treatment spray today and I’m still seeing a few in there, but it is much better. Evan is in Pittsburgh and will be home when I get back from Chicago on Sunday, so we’ll have the evening together before he leaves and I go back to work. I leave for Seattle in less than two weeks and can’t wait for a real vacation. My sleep has been awful lately, so it’s harder to push through the days, and I’ve been so stressed with the house and now Wilson and things with Evan (until Monday) that I feel like my body is a giant stress knot. The best part of my week has been tap class with Liz on Monday night. I may just stay home with Wilson tonight after I take him to the vet and go to the gym. I couldn’t get myself to go this morning after tossing and turning for an hour and half with a headache.
I feel like there’s always something. Things with Evan are much better since we really got to talk Sunday and Monday before he left. I feel better focusing more on being there for him and not blaming him, and I can tell that he’s doing what he can to be there for me, too. I don’t like it when he’s away because I like having him around, but knowing he’ll be home a few times helps. It’s not that different from his regular work schedule to be honest.
The house is making me crazy. The fly situation is getting better for now, thanks to Fred, but I don’t know if it will ever be fully eradicated. I hate wanting summer to end so they’ll go away completely, but that may be when it happens. I didn’t have a full work day in me today, especially with essentially nothing to do at work, so I was fine scheduling an earlier vet appointment for Wilson today. I’m worried about my baby. And all of the spraying, in spite of the ventilation, is probably not helping.
I need my trip home this weekend more than I can articulate. I’ve been stressed and dealing with shit for too long. I need a break from adulting. My mind has spiraled back into total worthlessness and misery and is having a kind of pogo-stick relationship with that place in that I’m bouncing in and out of it. I think all that’s keeping me from a total downward spiral into the eating disorder and depression is knowing that it will destroy my relationship with Evan. He gives me something to work for when I don’t care enough to work for myself. When I fall into body hatred and feel completely exhausted from the all-encompassing misery it gives me, I just think that I do want to have a baby in the next few years, and that will change my body. The fact it, my body doesn’t want to be different than it is now. No matter how much I fight, this is where I stay. If I can’t accept that, I’ll spend my entire life miserably fighting a losing battle. That sounds awful, and it’s what I’ve been doing since I was a teenager. I don’t know what it’s going to take for me to say “Enough is enough” and learn how to accept my body. Just like the misery, there are times when I can feel that way. It cycles with my mood and stress level. My body feels tired from the workouts I’ve been doing and the poor sleep leaves me unable to fully recover. It doesn’t help that I’m skipping my rest day this week. I’m glad I slept this morning, but I’m not glad that I’m re-arranging my night to get a workout in.
I wonder what it’s going to take for me to finally find self-acceptance. I’m better than I was, but I think have been better than this before, too. I don’t think going home is going to help with this, but it could. Maybe a little time to decompress and be with my mom will help me feel better about myself overall. My sense of body envy has been heightened recently and it makes everything harder. The Playhouse Concert was fun when I did Lullaby of Broadway, but that was literally all I enjoyed. I felt invisible and ignored and very aware of not being one of the Playhouse favorites. It’s amazing how much of that I didn’t think about when I was away. I loved being in a Richard rehearsal again and being directed by Andrew again, going through the stage door again... but I missed Bryan’s choreography and Marty’s music direction, too. There are things I loved about my life in Chicago that I’ll never have here, and vice versa. Being with Evan made coming back completely worth moving and giving up that life. I haven’t been bored at work in a long time and have been very happy back at ECCM overall, which is an amazing change for me professionally. I like what I do and feel valued and appreciated. My relationship has its ups and downs, but we are always able to talk about them and find the upswing again. I feel bad knowing the down of this past weekend was my fault, but I’ve owned it and am actively making things better. Even knowing that Evan will be off this weekend, I’m glad I’m going home. I need my Mommy.
It’s hard living in a constant state of stress and being overwhelmed. I’m constantly tired and can’t sleep well. I can’t relax. I can’t appreciate slower time at work because I prefer to be busy because I feel needed and the day goes faster. I’m feeling a little burned out by my job and think my trip to Seattle will be exactly the recharge I need. Evan and I are talking about going away for Labor Day weekend to get some quality time together, and I’m really looking forward to that. Between him being away and the flies, I hope this month goes quickly.
I want to go home. I want to take Wilson to the vet, go to gym, then go home and unwind. Actually, what I really want to do is take him to the vet, then go home, order pizza, and get drunk. Oh well. When I’m busy at work, I’m not ruminating over these things. I like not ruminating so much, but that’s not how my mind works. I want to be with my little baby.
I’m so ready for a vacation.
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