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mikobeautifulheart · 2 months

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JJK men when you think they would hurt you (But they wouldn't) Part 2

TW: Unestablised past where someone hurt you physicaly enough to leave a mental scar

INCLUDING: YUTA AND GOJOOOOOO

Unedited and reblogs r 👍

♡Yuta♡

"Ah-" you said feeling a wound open on your side, you had just fought to the last ounce of your strength in Shiburyia making it out alive but not unscaved. You almost believe to death and it not been for Yuta, who was currently out getting you some more supplies. You lied on the bed feeling guilty and helpless. You watched people die, you got injured and Yuta is stuck looking after you until you heal, he could be saving people right now he's so much stronger then you. If only you had been stronger, and knew it was impossible in that moment but you didn't want to burden everyone, especially not Yuta.

"God. Curse this world." You heard angery muttering at the door. Yuta must have returned.

You jear him throw something hard at a wall making a thump. You swallowed, your the reason he felt irritated right? Your the one holding him back aren't you?

The next sound you hear is something smaching, shatter pieces of the object bouncing across the ground and more angery muttering.

"Yuta...are you okay?" You said steadily getting up and walking toward the noise.

"DOSE IT SOUND LIKE IM OKAY Y/N??" He yelled throwing the pieces he picked up back onto the ground.

"I WORKED MY BUTT OF IN AFROCA TO GET STRONGER AND HERE I AM, HES CUBED, HE GOT DAM CUNED AND I CAMT DO ANYTHI G ABOUT IT!" He yells looking at you.

You shut your eyes trying to keep your mind sound. It's okay it's okay it's okay it will blow over.

Before you knew it Yuta walked over to you frustrated going to pick up the broken pieces that landed near you, only making you freeze before he suddenly got to close making you flinch.

He stoped.

Did you...just flinch? Did you flinch because of him? Did you think he was going to hurt you?

"I-" his mouth kept opening but nothing came out .

Feeling helpless he tried to communicate though hand signals, raing his hand at eye level making you step back quickly against the wall.

"No Y/N it's not-its not like that, I would never hurt you." He said with his own tears welling.

You broke down.

"I know Yuta, I know you would never but it's just, I can't help it!" Your eyes looked at him spill out all the tears you felt build up the whole week.

He searches your face desperately for any sort of forgiveness, anything that would let him wipe your tears away. You let your head slump over into your hands when you felt his hand gently touch your waist, making you hiss in pain.

His hand flinched back seeing your blood stain through your shirt, how did he not see this beofre, it was just a big red patch that he was to angery to notice.

"Look Y/N I'm going to use my reverse curse technique on you okay? Can I just touch your waist?" He asked desperate for you answer.

You nodded through tears, he gently touched you like you would break under his hand, and slowly you felt your side healing up.

"'M sorry.." my mumbled falling onot his arms out of exhaustion.

"No, I'm sorry" he said pressing a kiss to your head.

▪︎Gojo▪︎

You sat in his apartment waiting g for him, dinner on the stove turning cold. You noticed that Gojo had been more stressed lately being put on more mission and preventing Yutas execution. As a result his funny demior began to diminish.

You heard the door slowly creak open and a tall body walked into the kitchen slumped over.

"Satoru? Are you okay? I made dinner if you want me to heat that up for you or I could-"

"JUST SHUT UP FOR A MOMENT Y/N"

The room was silent. Your hands trembled as you got up.

"Okay, I'll be in our room if you need anythjng" you said about to walk of when

"I NEED A GODAMN BREAK, I DONT SEE YOU GOING ON MISSIONS ANYMORE? WHAT HAPPENED HUH? GET WITH ONE OF THE ELDERS OR SOMETHING BECAHSE NOW ALL YOUR WORK IS GOING TO ME, BUT IM THE STRONGEST, I CAN LIVE WITH THAT RIGHT!?" He yelled ripping his blind fold off and slaming his hand into the kitchen counter.

You flinched, ripping at the ends of your sleves you tried to say something but nothing would come out.

He noticed you flinch with his 6 eyes making him feel guilty immediately. He had just put you in the most uncomfortable position and practically acused you of cheating, yet you didn't defend your self or even talk back.

He turned around facing to taking fast steps toward you before his hand reached out to take a strand of your hair when he heard you whimper

"no, please, no" your eyes screwed shut and face turning to the side, away from Gojo.

He stoped pulling his hand back.

"Did someone hurt yoy before." He asked trying to get your eyes back onto him.

"It was along time ago...in sorry I can't help it..." You sighed tears slowly falling as you stared at the floor, your hands now angry ripping at the hemm of your shirt.

"I'm sorry." He sighed again reaching his hand out to you, but you flinched back again, realising you were now cornered.

"I-i know you won't hurt me it's just, I can't help it anymore Satoru, I want to forget about it, I want to be normal and love you like a normal person, I'm sorry, please just forgive me." you slid down the wall pulling your knees to your chest and burring you head into them.

Gojo was taken aback. He was the one who should be apologiseing right now, he should be the one begging you for your forgiveness, it wasn't right.

"Y/N" He said slowly going down to your level.

"I'm so sorry, I should be asking for your forgiveness, you love me more then I could ever imagine anyone else, you love me more then a normal person would ok a relationship, your to good for me, please forgive me. " He said.

You turned to him with the most decimated expressin Gojo thought the was going to find the person who hurt you and kill them, but you came first.

"Satoru, I'm tired" you say.

"So am I" he gets up only to pick you up bridal style carrying you into into bed room as he softly cried, face nestled into his neck.

"I love you more then you could ever imagen" He chokes out feeling guilty for everything he had done.

"I-I love you to" you say still crying slightly arms wrapped around his neck.

THANK YOU FOR READING ♡

AUTHORS NOTE: idk I might make another part but I got 1 more fic to finish...the Angst Gojo fic haunts me right now. Any ways that's for reading.

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literaryavenger · 5 months

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Hiii, I saw you asked for one-shot suggestions and I was thinking of something domestic and fuffly, a lazy morning with them not wanting to wake up and get up, things like that.

Sorry the request wasn't good, it's the first time I've made suggestions, but I appreciate your work 💕

I wrote this so quickly that I'm surprised my fingers could keep up with my brain, lol. Thank you for the request! I always appreciate some inspiration, and thank you for reading my stories!❤️

Also keep in mind it's like 2:30 am, so I'm sorry if there are any mistakes, I did my best to catch them all.

Mornings Like This

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Female Reader

Warnings: Minimal use of YN. Language. Nothing more, just fluff. My poor attempts at being funny.

Word Count: 1.4K

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One thing Bucky never thought he'd have was a chance at a normal life.

Before even the war, Hydra and everything that followed he didn’t think he’d be lucky enough to find a girl that loved him enough to build a life with him.

Now in the 21st century, the super soldier felt more out of place than ever.

Going from one fight after the other was exhausting, even if he was fighting with the people he came to think of as family, Tony included.

It still didn’t change the fact that he was tired, the kind of tired sleep can’t fix.

That’s why, right now, he can’t help but be grateful as he wakes up with you in his arms.

For Bucky, you’re everything. You’re his best friend, his most trusted teammate, you’re his hope, his dream, his angel sent by God himself.

You’re the person he trusts with every part of himself, he knows you’d never judge him, you always believe in him and you’re not afraid to call him out.

He can always trust you to be honest.

You’re the love of his life, his future. You’re the calm he’s been looking for his whole life. He still considers the day he met you the happiest of his life, and there’s not a day that goes by where he doesn’t remind you all of this.

Bucky opens his eyes slowly, still fighting to sleep a little longer, but as soon as he sees your face inches away from his he knows it's a losing fight.

He can’t help but smile as he watches your face in the most relaxed state, trying to commit every inch of it to memory just like he does every morning.

Today is one of those rare days where neither of you have anything to do; no training, no missions, no briefings, no outings.

A normal day where you can just be lazy like normal people do. Bucky lives for days like these, starting with one of his favorite activities: shamelessly staring at you.

"Are you watching me sleep, you little creep?" you say, not opening your eyes with a smile starting to form on your face.

"You bet your ass I am." He says proudly.

"Careful or I’ll tell Steve you used a bad word." At the sound of his laugh you can't help but open your eyes and the sight in front of you was nothing short of glorious.

Your super soldier boyfriend, shirtless, with a smile that could light up all of the stars in the sky looking at you like you hung up those stars just for him.

At this point you’ve woken up next to him more times than you can count, hundreds, maybe thousands, but this sight right in front of you never fails to knock the breath out of your lungs.

"Who’s the little creep staring now, huh?" he teases with a goofy grin.

"Can you blame me when my boyfriend is so pretty?" you see his cheeks getting pink and decide to tease him a little bit more.

"Awwe, my pretty baby’s blushing!" he groans as his face gets redder and he hides his face in the crook of your neck, while you keep cooing at him.

"Stooop." he says, his voice muffled. You’re laughing when suddenly he’s on top of you, tickling your sides.

"Say you’re sorry!" he says over and over while laughing, never relenting on his vicious attack.

"Never!" you're practically squealing at this point, tears coming down your eyes because of how much you're laughing.

"I can do this all day, doll!" and you know he could, so you finally give in.

"I’m sorry, I’m sorry, okay, just stop!" that seems to satisfy him as he stops tickling you but doesn't move away from on top of you.

Instead he starts peppering kisses all over your face, barely giving you enough time to catch your breath. "Bucky!" you can do nothing more than laugh, and the melodic sound is just an incentive for him to keep going.

Finally he starts slowing down, giving you one last kiss on the lips. But before he could pull away, you wrap your arms around his neck, bringing him closer to you and deepening the kiss. He hummed into the kiss and after a few moments you let go of each other.

"Good morning, angel." he says while looking down at you with the sweetest smile.

"Good morning, handsome." you answer with a smile matching his.

He rolls off of you, but doesn't go very far as he pulls you basically on top of him and wraps his arms tightly around you. "Buck, I can barely breathe."

He shrugs. "You don’t need to breathe."

"Trust me, I do." you giggle while he loosen his hold on you. You feel him sight under you, so you raise your head to look him in the eye "Everything okay, baby?"

His eyes meet yours as he answers "Everything’s perfect, bunny. I wish we could stay like this forever…"

You can't help but smile at him. "Me too, honey…" but your smile falters a little when you glance at the clock on the bedside table.

"I hate to ruin the moment, but I have to get up." you try to get out of his arms, but he just holds onto you tighter, his eyebrows furrowing.

"Where are you going?" He gives you an adorable pout and you almost give up on your attempts to get up, not that they were going anywhere in any case.

"I might’ve told Tony I’d help him test his new gadgets." you say with a sheepish smile.

"C’mon sweets, you can do that any day, just stay here with me a little longer." he almost whines, shuffling a little so you're on your sides and he buries his face in your neck, yet again.

"Buck, I promised him! I can’t just not show up." you chuckle at his almost childish behavior, glad that he feels comfortable enough around you to act like this.

"There’s no way I’m gonna let you get up to go test Tony’s death traps." His muffled words only make you laugh more.

"And what are you gonna do to keep me here, huh?" you challenge, as if you had any other choice with his tight grip on you.

He took his head away from your neck and looked at you for a few seconds before almost yelling "Hey Friday, can you let Tony know that miss YLN won’t be joining him today? Thank you." he has a victorious look on his face while the AI said "Certainly, Sergeant Barnes."

You groan and this time it's your turn to bury your face in his chest. "I knew teaching you to use Friday would come back to bite me in the ass." you can feel his laughter from deep in his chest and the kiss he plants on the top of your head makes you smile against his skin.

"C’mon angel, let me see your pretty face." you can feel your face heating up but you look at him nonetheless. "There she is."

Bucky kisses the tip of your nose and laughs when you make a face at him that's supposed to be annoyed but he thinks it's just adorable.

"I love you, doll" He says after a few moments of silence. "I know I tell you everyday, but I can’t help it. I’m the luckiest man in the world to get to hold you and kiss you and love you and I’ll never stop doing it for as long as you allow me to."

You're about to cry, so, obviously, you have to ruin the moment "Fine! I’ll stay in bed with you, just stop being so damn sweet." he laughs at your joke, but you're melting inside so you decide to give him a serious answer.

You put both your hands on his cheeks and kiss him. "I love you too, Bucky. I appreciate everything you do for me and I’ll never not want you in my life. You’re the love of my life, my soulmate. You’re it for me. I’m sorry but you’re stuck with me."

He smiles and kisses you again. "I can live with that."

You're about to kiss him again when suddenly there's a loud knock at the door. You and Bucky look at each other, confused, until you hear a voice yelling behind the door.

"YN YLN WHAT DOES IT MEAN YOU’RE NOT GONNA HELP ME?! YOU PROMISED!" Tony keeps whining through the door as Bucky groans and throws his head back into the pillow in frustration, while you laugh at both the men’s antics.

You give Bucky a quick kiss before getting up. "This is your fault, you know." you tell him as you move towards the door, but before you can answer you get hit by a pillow on your back.

You look back to see Bucky laughing his ass off at the shocked look on your face.

God, he’s lucky you love him.

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novankenn · 4 months

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The Fundraiser

Jaune was a little nervous. It had been four months since he had seen his twin sister Joan. He knew she had taken his running off... extremely badly, so he was worried about how she was going to react when she saw him. As the bullhead landed, Jaune swallowed nervously. His knees actually started to quiver as the hatch opened.

????: JAUNE!

Jaune was bowled over by a blond haired missile, and when his head stopped swimming he found himself looking into the blue eyes of his twin sister, who was firmly seated upon his chest.

Jaune: Hi Joan.

Joan: You stupid, ignorance, disloyal, jerk! How dare you!

Jaune: I'm sorry?

Joan: Sorry? You WILL be sorry! You left me alone... with them, how could you?

Jaune: I'm sorry... but Belle and Bella really like you! They couldn't have been...

Joan: I'm talking about mom and dad! Dad was convinced you had been eaten by grimm, and mom spent four weeks crying about how she lost her baby boy to some cradle robbing skank!

Jaune: Well... neither of those things happened, so...

Joan: And you NEVER did once write me! I had to reach out to Auntie to find you!

Jaune: You didn't... please say you didn't!

????: She did.

A ominous shadow fell over the two siblings. Who both looked up to see the grinning face of Glynda Goodwitch... their mom's twin sister.

Jaune: What have you done...

Glynda: So as you can see Joan, Jaune is fine, I've been keeping him safe.

Joan: Thank you Auntie.

Glynda: You are welcome. Now... you BOTH owe me a favor and tonight I am cashing it in.

Joan/ Jaune: And the favor is?

Glynda: You are going to help me with the Annual Beacon Charity Auction. I have your... uniforms in my apartment.

Joan: That doesn't sound so bad.

Jaune: Don't jinx it!

Joan and Jaune were hot and exhausted. Neither was happy with the Holiday elf outfits they were having to wear, that included bell topped pointy hats, and curly shoes. Though the short skirt that Joan had to wear was a little better than the nearly pained on shorts Jaune had on.

Joan: I'm tired. Is this almost over?

Jaune: Yeah, I think so. That was the last lot we had to move.

Joan: Good. I want a shower and to cuddle you, like we used to.

Jaune: Soon, Joan. Soon.

Glynda: Thank you all for your support of the Vale Orphanage and Food Bank!

Crowd clapping politely.

Glynda: Now for our last special client only lot... lot double J.

Joan: I though you said... ?

Jaune: It was.

Joan: Then where is this Double J lot?

Jaune: I... HEY!

Joan: EEP!

The Pair felt themselves lifted into the air and pulled through the curtains, finding themselves in front of the several of their friends and strangers.

Glynda: Now before I start the bidding, here are some of the details. Lot Double J is of a set of Arc twins. Jaune and Joan. They are and I quote "Perfect House-Husband and House-Wife material".

Joan/ Jaune: Mom SOLD US OUT!

Glynda: While their combat ratings is at E rank, that is of little concern. They both have Baking Skills at Rank A. Rank B Housekeeping. Rank B Laundry. Rank S Cooking. Rank A+ Child rearing...

The room was filled with polite clapping.

Glynda: AND Rank SSS Stamina... you know what that means...

Once again the room filled with clapping... very loud and aggressive clapping.

Glynda: This lot is to be sold as a set, and yes the marriage documentation is ready for signature. So do I have an opening bid of...

???? 30,000!

Jaune: Weiss? What the hell?

Joan: Whose Weiss?

???? 45,000

Jaune: PYRRHA!

Joan: Was that you're partner?

Weiss: Back off Nikos! Those blond angels are mine! 55,000!

Jaune: So you want him now? Pathetic Schnee. 75,000!

Weiss: Pathetic? Who was too much of a coward to admit her feelings? 85,000!

Jaune: Feelings?

Joan: I think she likes you.

Jaune: Great, but right now she's trying to buy OUR hands in marriage!

Joan: Oh, yeah right.

Pyrrha: I was scared! I didn't want to drive him away... but I can't not take this chance! I LOVE YOU JAUNE and I'll LOVE JOAN just as equally! 100,000!

Joan: Awe, that's sweet.

Jaune: Joan their trying to BUY us!

Joan: You trying to tell me, you don't want someone who is interested in us, who can provide for us, and all we have to do... is the shit mom and dad had us do all the time?

Jaune: Well...

Joan: Plus... you do know what Husbands and Wives get to do... and do a lot right?

Jaune: Oh...

Weiss: The Arc and Schnee name must be joined! With those two at my side I will fix the SDC and with their loving support, I'll make reparations to all the people my father has hurt! 250,000!

Joan: Arc-Schnee?

Jaune: Schnee-Arc? Nah. Arc-Schnee, sounds better.

Joan: Right?

Pyrrha: No... I will NOT lose to some spoiled princess, using her daddy's money! 500,000, and I'll sign over the Royalty Rights for Pumpkin Pete's to Beacon for administration to local Vale charities! That's another 200,000 per year!

Glynda: Um...

Looks over to the lawyers, administrator and observers.

Glynda: Can we accept that?

The lawyers, administrator, and observers all shrug their shoulders.

Joan: Pyrrha seems nice.

Jaune: Oh she is. She saved my life at initation.

Joan: Really?

Glynda: Okay... 500,000 upfront, pl;us 200,000 per annum... going once!

Murmurs from the crowd.

Glynda: Going twice!

Weiss just crosses her arms over her chest, and shoots Glynda a wink.

Glynda: SOLD!

BANG BANG BANG

Joan: Wow... that's a lot of money to help the needy.

Jaune: It is. But are you okay with this? I mean we're going to end up jointly married to the same person...

Joan: It was bound to happen... considering mom and auntie.

Jaune: True. Ture.

Glynda: Lot Double J goes to Pyrrha Nikos for the sum of 500,000 lien and an annual contribution of a further 200,000. Congratulations! To everyone, thank you for attending, and your support.

Joan: Jaune... why am I feeling scared now?

Jaune: I don't know... but I'm feeling it too.

#rwby #jaune arc #joan arc #pyrrha nikos #arkos x2 #weiss schnee #glynda goodwitch #happy holidays #jaune and joan are twins

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faeryarchives · 2 years

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everything's going to be all right

alternate title: there would be times you just feel so exhausted and overwhelmed by not being able to keep up with the things happening around, and they are there to help you along the way

⚘ silent company; you tend to distance yourself from everything during burnouts - the things you used to love, work and social life. having someone to accompany you in silence can make you feel that it is okay to feel tired and not to be okay all the time and that it is valid to take a rest from the busy world. they would just lay by your side doing their own thing like reading, sleeping or surfing the net + definitely the type to hold your hand time to time and keep you close to them ❤️

— riddle rosehearts, leona kingscholar, jade leech, idia shroud, silver, malleus draconia

⚘ adventure time; if you feel so unproductive even by doing your favorite hobbies, why not discover new things you can possibly enjoy? 100% sure they would try to do even the most random things with you just like knitting, painting by numbers, swimming and many more. every once in a while, going out and being enthusiastic on the things you never taken up before with someone you love might lit a spark again inside 💛

— ace trappola, deuce spade, floyd leech, kalim al asim, epel felmier, sebek zigvolt

⚘ me time; its time for you to focus more on yourself, and there is absolutely no way for you to disagree. they want to make you feel that sometimes it is okay to spoil yourself after reaching an achievement and not to overwork thy self. baking together, having skin care routines, pranking people and mini concerts in the comfort of your room - what could be a better feeling than having the best time feeling goofy with your lover right? 😉

— trey clover, cater diamond, ruggie bucchi, azul ashengrotto, vil schoenheit (1), rook hunt, lilia vanrouge

⚘ learning about boundaries; don't get me wrong, they would listen when you open up to them on how you are feeling and tell that you are also just human - it is normal to feel that way. but sometimes you need to put boundaries to not biting off more than you can chew and that it is okay to say no. it maybe hard but by letting you pushing the pause button first and spending your time with them away from the stressors in your life makes you feel more at ease. when you are ready to jump back in - they would assist you to by regularly keeping an eye on your activity routine to lessen the possibility of you being overwhelmed 🥺

—jack howl, jamil viper, vil schoenheit (2)

I DON'T EVEN KNOW IF U GUYS STILL RECOGNIZE ME 😭 but still um hi aerie here sorry for disappearing without any notice 😖 its just for a month i feel like i can't keep up with the things i love before including writing and i really don't want to just post stories or fics without giving my all so i went on a break

it actually went great~ i am still adjusting to my college life and i found friends i can really trust and very glad for! now i am currently fixing my schedule so i can write small drafts about the future stories on my list <3 + i haven't open my inbox for a month sorry about that 😭

so that's it for now and as usual i hope you enjoy the update and love you all mwah 💕

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lawrites · 1 year

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Chrome & Chemises Part II

Din Djarin x Gender Neutral Plus Size Reader

You find yourself invited to Bingley’s mansion through a strange set of circumstances. With Mando’s impertinence and Caroline’s insistence upon his attention, you fear that you may end up in worse health than Jane.

Part 1

This chapter got away from me, sorry! I cannot take credit for much of the dialogue or story, as it comes from Jane Austen and the writers of P&P 2005. I just add descriptions and the space bits :) I realize that this will be a slow burn but that is pride and prejudice babey

This chapter is safe for all ages. CW: mentions of fatphobic internal thoughts, some self-deprecation, Mando being very blunt, sickness

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The last few stragglers, including your family and surprisingly the entire party of one Mr. Bingley, were ushered out of the Lucas residence thankfully before 1 AM. Bigger celebrations, while exciting, can also sometimes go into the early dawn.

While you all load into your landspeeders, you and Jane use the opportunity to lean against each other. You close your eyes and she does as well, comfortable and ready to nap a bit on the way back. It paints a picture of the trust the two of you share as siblings.

This fact isn't lost on Caroline, who is situated next to Mando in their own speeder. She scoffs and gestures towards the two of you. "Well, that is just so indicative of this little port, is it not? Unable to keep propriety. I cannot believe that the two of them cannot keep their posture for the short ride back to their residence." Bingley looks behind him at the two of you and his eyes soften as he sees Jane again. "I think sh-they both look lovely." Caroline rolls her eyes and looks to Mando, "And with how this ball went, I bet I can guess what you are thinking right now, Mandalorian." Her eyes glimmer with what she most likely intends to be mirth, but instead appears more to be desperation.

Bingley tries to insert himself into the conversation again, no doubt ready to defend the ball, but Mando holds up one gloved hand instead. "What am I thinking?"

Caroline smirks. "You must be thinking how terrible it might be to spend even one more evening with such tedious company."

Mando answers her own expression with a smirk of his own, hidden under his helmet. "Oh, you are incorrect. My mind was more agreeably engaged." Mando turns from Caroline and looks directly at you across from him, safe and comfortable in your family's landspeeder. "I've been meditating on the great pleasure which a pair of fine eyes on the face of a pretty person can bestow."

Caroline scoffs, rolling her eyes at what she assumes MUST be a joke, though the worry in her eyes is palpable. Mando stares straight ahead, his helmet betraying nothing to Caroline to further affirm her thoughts as your landspeeder sets out towards home.

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The ball seemed to leave you energized and exhausted all at once. You feel entirely ready to collapse as soon as your landspeeder brings you back to Longbourn, but after you fall prone across your carefully made bed and position yourself, you find that your mind will not stop thinking.

A gentle knock at the door has you sit up slightly, and you hear the door click open and closed. Jane's hushed voice spears through the darkness, "May I join you? I'm all nerves tonight." You pat the bed next to you, realize she can't see, and respond, "Of course."

Only a few minutes later, a small nightlight has been turned on and adjusted to its dimmest setting, casting a slight glow over you and Jane under the covers. Though you are grown beyond childhood at this point, you feel young again as you both giggle and kick your feet, reminiscing on the night.

"Mr. Bingley is just what a man ought to be." Jane's eyes sparkle even in the low light. "Sensible, good-natured..."

You cut in, "...charming, conveniently rich..."

Jane gives you not even a half-hearted push, "You know perfectly well that I don't think considerations in marriage should be focused only on money."

You nod, you mouth set in a straight line to show your seriousness even as your eyes continue to hold a glint of humor, "Oh I agree entirely. Only the deepest love could persuade me to matrimony, and with my body and the way society is...I will end an old maid." You make sure to insert a laugh at the end of your sentence that was less than convincing to anyone who knows you well, and Jane knows you better than anyone.

You disguise your own insecurities with humor, as usual. You may be comfortable in your own body, but you've built armor against the worst voices in the world. If you acknowledge what they say about you first, it takes the moment away from them. Your self-confidence is usually great, but since you have to see yourself at your worst to predict what others will say, you can never forget what you consider to be flaws.

Jane bristles, as she usually does at your worst comments about yourself, and gently grips your arm, "Y/N, do not say that about yourself. While I agree that you need not settle for anything besides the deepest love, I want you to consider that there is someone out there who will love you for your heart, mind, and body."

You scoff and roll your eyes. "Well that is much easier for you to say, dear sister. Every person who looks at you falls in love with you."

Jane grips harder, and you can almost feel her impatience at you. "Y/N. Do not patronize me, I see the world for what it is just as you do. But I've also grown up with you as a wonderful sibling for all these years. Do you think that I do not see the best in you as you do in me?"

You try to search for an answer, and finding none, you instead make an attempt to change the subject. "Well, I certainly know who sees the best in you..."

Jane rolls her eyes, but sensing your discomfort, she continues along your train of thought. Thoughts of Bingley cause her eyes and grip to soften as she sighs. "Do you really think he liked me?"

"Jane, he danced with you at every opportunity propriety could give."

Jane releases your arm entirely, her hands occupied with curling a strand of her hair repeatedly. "I cannot say I expected such a compliment."

You try to break the awkward moment from before entirely by using your humor once more. Teasingly, you remark, "Well, Mr. Bingley certainly IS very amiable, so I give you leave to like him. You've liked many a stupider person."

Jane pushes you once more. "Y/N!"

You laugh quietly and continue. "You're a great deal too apt to like people in general, you know. All-" you pause and think on her previous statements, "-most of the world is good and agreeable in your eyes."

Jane turns to you, "Not his friend! Oh! I can't even believe what he said about you!"

You are reminded, painfully, of what Mando had said about you earlier. You take a deep breath and smile, "Oh? Mando? Well...I could more easily forgive his vanity had he not wounded mine, of course." You look to the nightlight and feel a tiredness fall over you all of a sudden. As you reach for it, you continue. "It's no matter, I doubt we shall even speak again." And with a click, you are plunged into darkness, the both of you finally ready to sleep.

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At breakfast the next morning, you are blearily trying to butter some toast while your mother prattles on and on about the ball.

"...and then he could not dance the second with Jane and had to find another, but then the third dance was with Jane. Then a fourth with Miss King of little standing, returning again to Jane for the fifth."

Your mother appears ready to continue until your father interjects, "If he had any compassion for me he would have sprained his ankle on the first."

Your mother's eyes become hard, meeting your father's across the table. "Oh Mr. Bennet, the way you go on it seems like you expect our children to have a grand inheritance."

Your father ignores her and asks you to pass the butter, but she continues anyway. "As you very well know, Mr. Bennet. When you die, which could be any day, our children will be left without a roof overhead or a penny to their name. You know that you do not make enough to keep us all in this house, and it will pass to whoever along the line DOES at the first sign of our misfortune."

You roll your eyes and step in, "Mama, my goodness, it's ten in the morning!"

Your mother turns to you, appearing ready to continue her lecture, whether it would be focused on your duties as heirs to Longbourn or your own insolence, you cannot predict. Luckily you are saved from a lecture about insolence from your mother by an entrance from Mrs. Hill. "A message, Ma'am, on the communicator. Addressed to Miss Jane Bennet from Netherfield Hall."

Your mother and Jane both light up, and Jane reaches for the communicating tablet as your Mother squeals. "Oh thank the Lord, we are saved!"

Your sister hurries to click through the screen and open the message, the entire room falling in a hush as her eyes quickly scan over it. "It is from Miss Bingley, Caroline." She pauses as she reads more. "She has invited me to dine with her!" Her smile drops a bit as she scrolls and sees the rest. "Oh, her brother will be dining out."

Your mother retreats into herself, her face appearing introspective as she thinks. "Well...that certainly won't do..."

Lydia chimes in. "I didn't think he was that handsome anyway."

You elbow her sharply, making her cry out and glare at you as she rubs her arm.

Jane speaks up, "May I take the landspeeder? To Netherfield?"

Your mother continues to mumble to herself, looking up at the sky.

You interrupt her thoughts. "Mama! The landspeeder! For Jane??"

Your mother looks lost in thought. "Oh...certainly not. She will go on our Kybuck."

You and Jane both yell "Kybuck??" in sync, in disbelief at your mother's decision. She just smiles slightly as she hears slight thunder from outside.

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You are trying to help Mrs. Hill bring in the clothes that were set to dry as a downpour is starting around you. As you run in, your mother is staring at the window, pleased.

"Just as I predicted. She will have to stay the night now."

You are at this point amused by your mother's actions. "I don't know if you can take credit for making it rain, Mama. Let us hope that Jane is safe."

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A knock on Netherfield's door causes a servant to leave the lunch set up and open it. Outside, dressed in blue and looking beautiful, if not soaked due to the thunderstorm, is Jane. She smiles at the servant and starts a greeting, but instead she turns a bit to sneeze. The servant looks worried and gestures for her to come in, the door sliding shut automatically behind her.

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You are clutching a communication from Jane in your hands, the family tablet seeming to give far too little information for your tastes. "...and my kind friends will not hear of me returning until I am better. But do not be alarmed. Excepting a sore throat, fever, and headache, I am fine."

As you finish reading it aloud you glare at your mother. "This is ridiculous."

Your father agrees. "Well, my dear, if your daughter dies let it be a comfort that it was in the house of Mr. Bingley."

You mother brushes off his comment easily. "People do not die of colds."

You roll your eyes. "But she might well perish from the shame of having such a mother." You try to reason with her. "We are isolated! What if it worsens? We would have to wait days to receive the shipment of medication we might need from other ports!" You stop, considering your options. "I must go see her."

You mother turns to you suddenly. "You cannot! The Kybuck is with Jane and I cannot spare the landspeeder." You look outside, "No matter, the rain has stopped and I can walk now."

She strictly replies, almost yelling now "You will be covered in mud from your walk! You won't be fit to see anyone!"

You respond as you leave the room to prepare, "I will be fit enough to see Jane, which is all that matters."

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You've always enjoyed a nice brisk walk. Mr. Bingley's estate is further out of your settlement than seems reasonable, but the slight breeze causing the leaves on the trees to rustle makes you smile. At the insistence of your mother, you did end up wearing a dress, though you covered it with an old, heavier cloak of your father's that would keep you warm. You feel a blaster in the pocket hitting your hip every once in a while, his own insistence that you protect yourself in the country fresh in your mind.

A smile covers your face as you continue to march, needing this quiet moment of solitude before you enter the lion's den. Just at the moment when you consider the true ramifications of showing up as you are, a step leads you directly into a puddle of soft mud. You see your shoe almost entirely covered and the hem of your dress sinking into it as well.

Shrugging, you pull your foot and dress out and laugh as the breeze picks up again. The only thing now on your mind is Jane, even though you do dread the reactions of the Bingley's and Mando when they see your haggard appearance.

You initially walk up the steps to Bingley's Manor in confidence. Knocking soundly, you take the time to do a last minute check. Dress? Dirty. Hair? Frazzled. Shoes? Covered entirely in mud. You try to run your hands over your garments but the door opens. You tell yourself it would have been useless anyway as you inform the doorman about your purpose.

Hoping that you are just brought up to see Jane, you instead have the displeasure of being told to wait outside a room until you are announced. You hear your title and step into the room with as much grace as you can manage given your appearance.

You see Mando and Caroline sitting down for what is most likely their lunch, looking as pretty as a painting. Caroline is in a silky, stylish dress with her hair perfectly managed, and her eyes widen at the vision of you against the white stone of their home. Yes, you feel quite out of place in a home that was lavish enough to be carved out of stone instead of assembled by metal.

You hear a scraping sound and look over to see Mando has stood up straight, presumably in welcome, his posture seeming very awkward and stiff. He bows to you slightly, and you return that with a slight curtsey.

The tense silence is broken by Caroline's voice, "Good lord, did you really walk all the way here?"

You nod tersely, your mind now primarily focused on getting out of this room and to Jane. "I'm so sorry, but how is my sister?"

Mando, surprisingly, is the one to interject. It is difficult to tell with his vocal modulation, but you believe he sounds a bit softer, "She is upstairs."

To the point as usual, then. You nod in thanks and turn to the steward, who brings you out of the room.

As soon as you are out of earshot, Caroline sputters as Mando carefully sits down again. "Goodness! Did you see their petticoat? Six inches deep in mud. Dreadfully incapable of..."

She is cut off by Mando. "I thought their concern for their sister does them credit."

Caroline blinks, but recovers quickly. "Well, their hair certainly does not. I wonder if their appearance after this has..." She glances pointedly at Mando, "...possibly lessened your enjoyment of their 'fine eyes?"

Mando casually responds as he continues reading the paper in front of him, "Not at all, they were brightened by the exercise." He tries to read the words in front of him, but only can truly focus on the fact that his helmet informed him of the presence of your blaster. Could you truly use it?

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You first know that you are approaching Jane's room by the vision of Mr. Bingley sitting in a chair outside of a set of doors, looking worried. He brightens when he sees you.

"Mx. Bennet! Oh I am so glad to see you. The doctor is tending to your sister now."

Your heart melts a bit. "It is nice to see you as well Mr. Bingley. Thank you for fetching a doctor for my sister."

The doctor exits the room just a few moments later, and during your discussion she mentions that your sister has a nasty cold, but should recover nicely in a few days. With the news that she will be okay, you rush into the room to see your sister.

You almost feel like rolling your eyes upon seeing her. While you are worried about her looking feverish, languid, and exhausted, of course her complexion and hair is still perfect. In fact, her rosy cheeks and the slight glow of sweat make her glow. It honestly just makes you smile as you see her, your beautiful sister cannot be taken down even by this.

"Jane!"

She turns to you, "Oh! Y/N!" You approach and give her forehead a kiss, trying to tell her temperature with your lips. It is still slightly high, as the doctor said. "Oh, your face is cold!" She laughs a bit and then leans away from you to cough, her face hidden in the crook of her arm.

She collapses a bit after, looking slightly past you to the hallway where Mr. Bingley is discussing something with the doctor. "Oh I just feel awful. They are being so kind to me and I feel like such a terrible imposition."

You shake your head and smile, wanting to give her some better news. "Oh do not worry. I don't know who is more pleased at you being here, Mama or Mr. Bingley."

Jane chuckles and coughs a bit more as Mr. Bingley finishes up his conversation with the doctor. You turn to him, "I cannot thank you enough for taking such diligent care of Jane. I am ashamed to say she may actually be more comfortable here than in our own home."

Bingley smiles and his eyes look to Jane, not even slightly fazed by her appearance. In fact, his eyes shine as they take her in. "It is a pleasure to have her here." He pauses. "Well...not a pleasure to see her so ill...rather it is a pleasure that she is here...being ill." He trails off slightly awkwardly, unable to express that he is glad to see Jane in his house no matter the circumstances. He straightens up a bit and continues, "But you must join us as a guest, at least until your sister recovers."

You try to argue but he won't hear it. "We shall send a speeder for some things for you, it is no worry. I wouldn't have you separated from her during this time."

As he leaves, you are nervous at the thought of staying, but relieved that Bingley is truly one of the kindest suitors your sister has had. Truly, he is well suited to her. You smile at Jane and wiggle your eyebrows a bit, and though her slight push has less force behind it, you cannot help but see the absolute joy in her eyes as well.

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Jane has made wonderful progress on her recovery. You have spent nearly every second you can in this unfamiliar house with her, your discomfort only second to your devotion to your sister. But, as she is getting better she is able to rest without as many coughing fits as before, and has asked you to leave her be for the time being.

Therefore, you find yourself in a sprawling room in Bingley's home. There are rows upon rows of shelves lined with actual books, desks and chairs, and a lounge area that sits in front of a chrome fireplace. More than often you find yourself settling on a comfortable couch to read, trying not to think about how much everything in the room costs as the fire crackles in front of you. You cannot keep yourself from bringing the books up and sniffing them every few minutes, the smell of old pages mixed with the burning fire making you feel content.

You are so absorbed in your current book outlining a few lesser known stories about the Jedi that you almost fail to hear the voices and footsteps approaching the room. Having only a few moments, you sit up straight, brush your outfit a bit, and place your book in your lap, leaning over it and appearing to be lost in thought.

The doors slide open, causing you to look up in their direction and see Caroline, Bingley, and Mando. Bingley smiles upon seeing you, exclaiming that it is so good to see you out of your sister's room. He approaches and you stand up to greet him as he further mentions that he is impressed at your fortitude and love for your sister. You smile and thank him, seeing that Mando has settled at a desk near you and Caroline has decided to sit in a chair between. She is purposefully not glancing in your way at all, a fact that you are glad to allow.

Mando touches the glass top of the desk and it lights up, surprising you. He pulls up something and begins to type. The low sounding keystrokes aren't enough to keep you from reading, and so you return to your stories. Unfortunately, Caroline, who had been looking casually at her own personal communicator, decides that the sounds are enough to distract her. "You type so quickly, Mandalorian."

Mando responds, rather bluntly, "You are mistaken, I type rather slowly."

Caroline, determined as ever, decides to lean over and spy on what the Mandalorian is writing. "Oh, I cannot imagine how many terrible communications your people must need to send." You look up in shock at her tone. "To talk of violence so often...it makes me ill."

You cannot possibly consider what angle she was using to gain Mando's interest, but it seems that there was no matter. She fails as Mando soon replies, "It is fortunate that they fall to my lot instead of yours, then." His final tone makes you assume that she would end their conversation there, so you return once more to the pages in front of you.

"Oh! You must be writing to your ward or his keeper. Tell him that he is just...the most talented little thing." Caroline tries to take on a jovial tone, but the slight desperation once again seeps through. Ward? The Mandalorian has a ward?

The Mandalorian makes the tab he was working on disappear and turns to Caroline. "He is to be protected and kept a secret as a foundling, Miss Bingley." His tone sends ice into your veins. But your are surprised to learn of his foundling. They are usually children taken into Mandalorian protection...so Mando has enough of a heart to care about a child? He honestly could have made you into a fool for thinking the opposite.

He turns to you. "I trust you can keep him a secret, Mx. Bennet." You nod. "Of course. I have read of foundlings before. They are to be protected as you have said." You smile softly in reassurance. "I would never put a child at risk, you have my word."

The Mandalorian seems to loosen a bit, "You have my gratitude." He moves to turn back to his communicator desk once more, but instead brings the T of his visor back to face you. "You have read of Mandalorian culture? Our foundlings?"

You force yourself not to shrink under his gaze and nod. "Only a little, admittedly." You glance to the shelves of books off to your right, trying to escape his focus. "My father has many books in our communicator, and a few in print. But as the communicator is shared...I have not had as much of an opportunity to research more."

You turn back to see that he is still staring straight at you. Or at least you think he is. Trying to appease him and find some middle ground with which you might start a friendship, you continue. "Though I would of course be happy to learn of anything through your own stories, if you would be willing to speak of them."

Mando pauses for a moment, but instead of telling a story he instead asks, "So, you and your siblings...you are not as accomplished due to your lack of resources?" It is difficult to interpret his tone due to his modulator, but you insist that you can tell his intent from his words alone. You have to keep your mouth from dropping open.

You decided to extend an olive branch and he decides to rudely comment on your family's lack of resources. It may have been true but it was certainly not polite to say. Mr. Bingley seems to sense this, and he cuts in quickly. "I would not say that Mando."

He smiles at you agreeably. "I would say from what we have seen of Mx. Bennet and their sister that both are accomplished in my book." His face scrunches a bit in confusion. "Though...the word accomplished does confuse me a bit. I have heard of many of marriageable age being touted as accomplished with little understanding of the word."

Caroline snorts, surprising herself, but seems to recover quickly. Mando turns to Bingley. "The word is applied too liberally, I agree. I only know around a dozen whom I would say are accomplished."

Caroline adds little, agreeing with Mando as usual. "Yes, I agree as well."

You must look astonished as you respond. "Goodness. You must comprehend a great deal in the idea."

Mando turns back to you. "I do."

Caroline cuts in, "Absolutely. One must have knowledge of planetary music, multiple languages, dances, and art, along with that same knowledge of the major planetary systems beyond" She gets up and walks, trying her best to glide. "And something needs to be present in the way they present themselves."

Mando adds, "My own requirements are the ability to shoot well and..." His visor looks to the book in your lap, "...read on Mandalorian culture."

You snap the book shut and look directly at him. "I am no longer surprised at you knowing only a dozen who are accomplished. I know none who hold all of the qualities you both require."

Mando meets your gaze. "Are you so severe on those who you consider competition?"

You roll your eyes, "I have never met a person who knows everything you have described. Even off-world visitors do not hold such knowledge. That person would be fearsome to behold."

Mando nods after a tense moment, almost in agreement, as Bingley chuckles a bit. He gazes at you with eyes full of mirth. You smile back at him before returning to your own stories once more.

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Some time passes, and Caroline approaches you. “Let us take a turn about the room.” You are not fond of her after your interactions, but you agree that walking after sitting for so long might do you some good. As you stand, Caroline forces your arm to link with hers, and starts to guide you about. “It is refreshing, after sitting so long in one place, is it not?”

You hesitantly reply, “It is a small kind of accomplishment I suppose.” Mando looks up from his typing, and the T of his visor looks squarely at you for a brief moment before focusing once more on his communication. Caronline interupts his focus by interjecting, “Oh Mando, won’t you join us?”

Mando shakes his head and responds, “You can have only two motives for arranging this, and I will not interfere with either.”

Caroline arranges her face to appear confused, looking to you. “Now what can he mean?”

You want to roll your eyes but refrain. “Our best way of disappointing him would be to ask nothing about it.”

Caroline leans towards Mando, ignoring you. “Please, tell us!”

Mando forgoes typing entirely and sighs a bit before looking up. “Either you are in each other’s confidence and have secret plots to discuss, or you are aware that your figures appear to the best advantage by walking.” Caroline giggles and you, again, refrain from rolling your eyes. He continues, “If the first, I would get in your way. If the second...I can admire you both much better from here.”

You pause. Both? Mando would admire your figure? No. It must be a jest, one of his more cruel taunts once more. Caroline almost poses as she stops directly in front of Mando. “Oh, shocking! How shall we punish him for such a speech?”

Looking at the serious Mandalorian, his T looking directly back at you, you bring one hand under your chin in feigned concentration. The best way to get back at a man like him would be to undermime his pride. “We could always tease him, of course.” You smile widely and slightly mockingly.

Caroline opposes, “Oh no! Mando is not to be laughed at.”

You snort, almost feeling sorry for Caroline as she took you so seriously. “Oh! Are you too proud, Mandalorian? I wonder if you consider that to be a fault or a virtue.”

Mando looks back down at his work. “That I could not say.”

You do your best to smile sweetly, making sure your words appear as a jest, “Well, we are trying to find a fault in you.”

The Mandalorian looks up suddenly, his visage directed towards you once more, and he says in a rather serious manner, “Maybe it is that I find it hard to forgive those that have done me and the ones that I love wrong. My good opinion, once lost, is lost forever.”

You hold his gaze, your smile never waning. “Oh...dear. Well, I cannot tease you for that reasonable answer. What a shame...for I do dearly love to laugh.”

Caroline’s eyes shine as she cuts in, “Silliness does seem to be a family trait.”

Continuing to smile sweetly to show Caroline that she cannot get to you, you nod to the Mandalorian and return to your couch. Picking up the book, you curtsy slightly to the room. “If you do not mind, I would like to check on my sister and spend some time with her.”

As you leave, you of course cannot see that the Mandalorian has not resumed his work. In fact, his helmet seems to follow your retreating form and then stay glued to the door from which you left. Eventually, with a small sigh, he looks down to the datapad and keystrokes can be heard as he sends out another communication.

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Once more, I apologize for the length and possibly dry-ness of this chapter. I just love the dialogue in these scenes and didn’t find a good cut-off point. I hope to get the next part out sooner! :)

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mimisempai · 10 months

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Bad habits die hard, but I want to break them all for you.

Summary

To compensate, Hank has replaced alcohol with work and forgets to take care of himself, but luckily a certain android is there to remind him.

5 times when Connor has to intervene to keep Hank from exhausting himself, and once when Hank has finally learned to take care of himself.

Notes

For @pupmkincake2000

“I can never say ‘no’ to you, can I?”

“I love that grumpy face of yours.”

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2179 words - Rating G

Hank sighed as he stretched before continuing to read the report of their latest investigation. He hated paperwork so much.

Immersed in his reading, it took him a moment to realize that someone was present behind him.

"You're overdoing it again."

Hank shrugged and turned to Connor's scolding face. "I'm not overdoing it, I'm doing my job."

Connor chuckled as he replied, " When you're doing your job, you're always overdoing it. It's no good replacing one addiction with another, Lieutenant Anderson."

Hank knew Connor was probably right - since he'd been sober, he'd tended to compensate with work. That didn't stop him from reaching for the next form. But this time he was stopped by Connor's hand.

"Hank, I'm serious."

Hank stopped reluctantly, and at his scowling face, Connor's tone softened as he crouched down to look Hank in the eye, "You need a break, you've been piling up the hours between the investigation and the report."

Connor glanced over his shoulder to make sure the office area was empty before raising his hand to Hank's cheek. Hank leaned into Connor's hand and sighed, "I can never say 'no' to you, can I?"

Connor replied with a smile, "You can always try."

Hank chuckled, after all, Connor's stubbornness when he set his mind to something was legendary around the precinct.

Connor stood up, held out his hand and said, "At least come have coffee with me for ten minutes, the report won't disappear. I promise, after ten minutes you can come back and finish it."

Hank relented, the call of coffee and Connor's presence far more appealing than the sheets and photos strewn across his desk. He took Connor's hand and Connor said quietly, "Hank, I'm not asking you to give up your work, but I am asking you to take better care of yourself."

Hank nodded, "I promise I'll try. But bad habits die hard."

Connor replied, laughing softly, "I managed to get you to lose one, I could get you to lose another."

As Hank had said, bad habits die hard, but Connor was stubborn.

"You've worked harder than anyone, again Hank, you need a break," Connor said without preamble, leaning against the doorframe. Hank barely looked up and continued what he was doing, replying, "I just need to finish this.... Connor!"

He couldn't finish his sentence, Connor had walked over, taken his pen from him, closed it, closed all the open files in front of him and stacked them neatly to one side.

"Damn it, Connor! My work..."

"Can wait," Connor finished in a low voice. "You think I didn't see you fall asleep at your desk? Reed and Nines are long gone themselves."

"But..."

"There are no buts," Connor said, his tone soft but firm. "Sumo's miserable because he can't see you, and even I can't make it up to him."

Hank knew when he couldn't defend himself, so he gave in.

"Come on," Connor coaxed him. "If you come home with me, the program includes pizza, beer, even if it's non-alcoholic, one of your weird movies, and... me."

This enticing program finally convinced him, even if the last element was the most compelling. Connor was right, work could wait, he now had someone to go home to besides Sumo.

A moment later Connor pushed Hank into the living room and, under the man's affectionate gaze, hovered around him like a mother hen.

He helped him sit down on the sofa, brought him the pizza that had just been delivered, a beer and the remote control.

Sumo, having asked for his quota of caresses, sat down at his feet while Connor sat on the couch and leaned against Hank.

Hank, touched, murmured, "I'm not sure I deserve all this..."

Connor gave him a little nudge on the shoulder, "Of course you do, you deserve all of this and more."

"And what do I have to do to deserve a kiss?" asked Hank, a playful smile on his lips.

Connor, the same smile on his face, replied, "Lieutenant, you know my kisses will always be free for you."

He pressed his lips gently on Hank's before nuzzling him.

Hank still wasn't convinced that he deserved all this.

That night, Connor had gotten home late from work and Hank had sent him a message saying he was already home. But Connor had no illusions. If Connor wasn't home, he was sure that Hank had probably taken one of his files home with him.

Connor never regretted helping Hank kick his drinking habit, but he never thought the man would become a workaholic instead. In fact, Connor felt a little guilty and wondered if he wasn't responsible. If Hank wasn't doing this for Connor, to prove to him that he could be committed.

Opening the door, Connor headed straight for the desk, knowing he'd find Hank there. But he hadn't expected to see what he had in front of him and couldn't hold back an amused smile. Hank was sitting at his desk, his head in his arms, sleeping so soundly that he hadn't even reacted to Connor's arrival.

Connor didn't have the heart to wake him. He moved the files around, being careful not to disturb him. Then he went into the living room, took the blanket from the sofa and returned to Hank. He covered his shoulders and the man didn't move. Connor stood there for a few seconds watching him, kissed his hair very lightly and left the room as quietly as possible.

He prepared dinner and after half an hour, as he finished setting the table, he felt two arms wrapped around him and turned to face a Hank with crinkled cheeks from sleeping on his crossed arms.

Connor asked gently, "Hank, did you sleep well?"

Hank nodded, "Though I regret the time I lost, I admit I needed it." He leaned over to kiss Connor on the temple before adding, "Thanks for the blanket."

"You were sleeping so peacefully, I didn't want to wake you."

He invited him to the table with a wave of his hand and they shared their meal, chatting happily.

Hank let out a long yawn, but continued to read his files, which he found to be endless this evening. The only light he had was the one on his desk, which wasn't very bright.

Connor turned on the light and Hank barely reacted, not even looking up. Connor told himself that tonight he would have to be much more convincing than usual.

He made a first attempt and asked, "Hank, don't you think you should go to bed?

Hank turned the page of the file he was reading and replied without looking up, "I'll go to bed when I'm done, I promise.

Connor frowned and knew he had to insist, Hank was very stubborn about everything when it came to investigating Red Ice trafficking. Knowing what the drug had done to Hank's life, no one could blame him. But Connor didn't want him to lose any sleep over it either.

So with what he knew were his puppy dog eyes, he said in a plaintive voice, "I'm worried about you. You wouldn't want me to lose sleep over it, would you? "

Hank stopped and Connor thought he might have won. But Hank sneered, "Like you need to sleep."

Fail this time, Connor thought.

He sighed, "Okay. But you'd better join me soon."

Half an hour later, Connor was still alone in their bed. This time he'd had enough.

He got up, stomped over to Hank's desk, didn't even give him time to react, pulled Hank's chair back, spun him around and grabbed his hands, forcing him to get up and follow him into their bedroom.

Hank, who had been surprised at first, asked, a little miffed at being manhandled like this, "Connor, what the fuck are you doing?"

"You need to sleep, Hank, and obviously you're not capable of making that decision on your own, so I'm taking you to bed."

Hank pulls a sulky face and replies, "Connor, I'm almost done, just a few more minutes..."

"No, no and no, you need to sleep. No begging this time."

Connor continued to walk at a steady pace towards the bedroom.

Hank sighed, "You really decided to help me break my bad habits. But you really won't let me keep working? Not even if I tell you that you're incredibly sexy when you're pissed off?"

Connor almost tripped in shock as he walked through the bedroom door, "Hank, that's cheating!"

Hank laughed and Connor unceremoniously pushed him onto the bed.

Later, they had settled down to sleep and Connor had wrapped himself around Hank, who took his hand resting on his chest, kissed it and said, "But I meant it, you really are incredibly sexy when you're angry."

Connor tightened his hug and whispered in his ear, "If I didn't think it was more important for you to get some sleep, I'd show you how sexy I can be."

Hank chuckled softly before falling asleep.

Considering the number of times he had to force Hank to take breaks, Connor could walk blindfolded through the maze of open desks to Hank's one.

Arriving near him, he sighed, "Hank... "

Hank looked up and Connor thought once again that he'd come at just the right time; Hank looked exhausted.

Connor leaned against his desk and looked at Hank without saying a word.

Hank, knowing what his lover was thinking, said quietly, "I'm fine."

"As much as I love that grumpy face of yours, I don't think you're fine," Connor replied, running his fingertips over the dark circles under Hank's eyes.

"Connor, I promise I'm fine," Hank replied without shying away from the caress, and Connor took this as half a victory.

"Just a little break," he argued.

"Connor, I have so much..."

"Hank, you always have a lot of work to do, that's your lot, that's mine, but if you're too tired, you won't be efficient, so what's better, to come back monday after you've rested, or to go on until you're exhausted and risk making mistakes? Why do we always have to have the same discussion? When will you understand that you have to take care of yourself? If you won't do it for yourself, do it for me."

He grabbed his hand, trying to talk some sense into him.

Hank stared at their intertwined hands before looking up at Connor. His tense expression wavered and he asked, "Is it that important to you?

"Of course Hank, I love you, it's only natural that I want you to be okay."

"I told you... bad habits..."

Connor put a finger to his mouth, "It's worse than bad habits, it's your modus operandi, but that's got to change. Now you listen to me, you close those files, it's Friday, it's the weekend, those files stay there until Monday."

Hank realized that yes, everything was different now, before he was alone, he had no one to tell him to sleep, to eat, not to work too hard, to take care of himself.

He caught Connor's finger on his mouth, kissed it and said with a smile, "Fate is sometimes strange, it sent me an incredibly stubborn android to straighten out my bad habits."

That evening, for the first time under his lover's encouraging gaze, Hank left his office without a hint of regret and didn't actually see those files again until Monday morning.

Tonight Hank came home late, but much earlier than usual. Even though he'd decided to work overtime, the prospect of spending an evening in his uncomfortable office instead of at home didn't appeal to him.

He'd shut everything down. Crime could wait, Connor couldn't.

He'd finally figured it out. Maybe he had.

Since it was late, he didn't make a sound. He kicked off his shoes and coat and went straight to their bedroom.

Sumo came to meet him for his share of pampering before returning to his cot.

"Hank?" Connor's voice whispered from the bed.

"It's me, I'm finally here."

Hank began to undress without bothering to fold his clothes. The lure of the warm bed and his lover inside was too strong. Connor opened his arms and Hank came to snuggle against him.

"You're home early."

"I wanted to see you, and as you keep telling me, work can wait." He added, "You can't."

"I missed you tonight..." Connor whispered, pulling him closer before curling up against his chest.

"That's why I didn't bring any work home. This weekend is all about us."

They both fell asleep, and when Connor woke up much later, Hank was looking at him, a gentle smile on his lips.

"I opened my eyes this morning to this incredible view, really, what can stacks of files do against this? "

He leaned in to capture Connor's lips in a lingering good morning kiss.

He told himself that while bad habits died hard, he was ready to shed his own and replace them with moments like this, over and over again.

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Still not beta'd

Still not my native language

Still hoping you'll enjoy this story 🥰

Still thanking you for bearing with me 😝

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ox1-lovesick · 1 year

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📨 incoming ask game !

post a snippet of your drafts (atleast 5 if you have more) and let your readers guess what it's about !

This ask really found me at the worst time i literally have 96 drafts 💀 wips list maybe 🙀🙀🙀 there's only a handful of them but here you go, i may scrap these or completely change them so just keep that in mind y'know 💀 I HAVE MORE ENHYPEN STUFF BUT I WAS PLANNING TO DO SOMETHING ELSE SO I CAN'T SPOIL THEM YET

✧ REACTIONS

( i didn't include snippets in these cause it doesn't make sense without context 😭💀)

001: tubatu - you forget their pet's birthday

002: enhypen - you are taller than them

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003: introducing tubatu to your family

✧ HEADCANNONS

001: txt as cliché romance tropes

── "you always cheat off me but you don't know my name?" you smiled at him, his eyes almost dissapearing as a guilty smile beamed back at you. "no wonder we're both taking the make-up test," he chuckled softly "do you maybe want to study together? i have no idea what i'm doing" his eyes trained on the marbled tiles below you "i don't have a clue either, i'm sure we'll figure it out though"

002: txt as tragic romance tropes

── maybe your mother was right, kai was indeed so perfect he didn't seem real. maybe her tears every time you mentioned him were off happiness—happy that her child had found someone who loves and appreciates them despite their circumstances. he was real, you felt it. the way he talked to you, touched you, kissed you. you could see his love clear as day—but schizophrenics who haven't taken their meds in weeks don't always see the truth, do they?

003: txt and how they show their love for you

── he takes care of you; throwing an extra jacket over his shoulder when you go out on a particularly cold day, scolding you as you shiver — with love of course, for not listening to him when he told you to cover up.

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✧ TIMESTAMPS

001: [4:27 am] - c.bg

── any normal person would be sound asleep asleep right now, after all, 4 in the morning was an unusual hour to be up at when you had work in the morning. you, like a normal person, did have work in the morning, however sitting next to you, was the most abnormal person you've ever known. he too, like a normal person had a full schedule that would start in about an hour; instead opting to keep you and himself up throughout the night rather than getting the sleep he'd need to function throughout the day.

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✧ FICS

(starting off with the tyun fic cause @yv17 will bite my head off 🫶)

001: Cash Or Card? - K.TH

002: Bookworm - C.BG

── be it early in the morning when he thought the others were still sleeping, or late at night when his eyes are struggling to stay open, he would always show up infront of you. it had become a force of habit at this point, never fully conscious or aware of his thoughts when he made the decision to grab another drink or pass by, his feet just carried him back to you sooner or later. dimples poking out of his cheeks, face dusted in red as he smiled, a smile he wore only when he knew he would see you. the same smile you searched for everyday without fail, your own lips curling at the sight

── "you can barely keep your eyes open y/n." beomgyu placed a gentle hand on your back, his gaze softening seeing your droopy eyelids. as adorable as you looked to him right now, he could see you were exhausted, anyone could— the way your head hung low enough to practically fall off your neck, your eyes red and bloodshot from the hours of forcing them awake to read one last paragraph, and your sleep schedule practically non existent due to you devouring one book after the other to store the information somewhere there in your brain.

003: Strings - C.BG

── "can a best friend not call another best friend over to sing them love songs anymore?" he smiled, his eyebrows furrowed.

004: Mistletoe - K.TH

── "this is all my fault, i'm so sorry" taehyun took your hand in his, caressing it softly "if i knew you were allergic i never would have hung the mistletoe, i wanted to kiss you, not send you to the hospital"

005: Gingerbread - Y.JW

── "maybe if you actually followed the recipe you wouldn't make a disaster every time" jungwon snickered, the piping bag clutched tightly in his hand—skillfully swirling buttercream roses onto the side of your gingerbread house

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super-unpredictable98 · 2 years

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Aftercare | The Umbrella Academy AU

Pairing: Klaus x Vicky (OC - The Eighth Child’ Verse)

Word Count: 1 k

Warning: Strong language, mention of trauma and torture

(Masterlist)

"Can I go now, father?" I panted, sweat running down my forehead and my burning red cheeks.

"Yes, Number Eight, now you may go."

I had just spent the last five hours in resistance training. Dad's twisted ways of enhancing my power included keeping me under a hydraulic press, shooting me repeatedly, locking me up in chambers with bombs, bending me in positions that should break my bones, holding my head underwater, pushing me off buildings, stabbing me with all sorts of instruments and many other practices that might as well be torture.

I dragged myself from underneath the press and slowly made my way outside. Klaus was sitting on the floor waiting, he lifted his eyes when the door opened.

"Vicky, I thought it would never end, this took forever."

"You think? Try to spend that time with a thousand pounds on your back," my voice was a fragile whisper, I felt like I could crumble if someone simply blew in my general direction.

"A thousand? Last time he said he would only go up to 600."

"He said now that I'm older I can handle it."

"Aww, Schnucki... I wanna kill that asshole!"

My body soon gave out and I thought I would faint, Klaus had to hold me so I wouldn't fall. My room was downstairs, there was no way I would be able to walk.

"Can we sit down for a bit? I don't think I'm gonna make it," I sighed.

"Put your arms around my neck," he asked, giving me a worried frown.

I did as he told me, he placed one arm on my back and one behind my knees, lifting me up. I let my head fall on his shoulder as he went down the stairs with me. Klaus could be a huge slacker during our fight training, but when it came down to it, he was surprisingly strong.

"Thank you, Klausie," I muttered when we got to my room and he put me in bed.

"No problem," he sat by my side. "Here, let me help you."

He got me out of my blazer and used it to dry my sweaty forehead. He then opened the drawer on my nightstand, where I kept my post-training kit.

"Here we go," Klaus handed me a Gatorade bottle half full and a protein bar.

"No, I'm not hungry, I feel sick," I shook my head.

"Vicky... You have to eat, your body went through a lot, you need the energy."

"But I don't want it," I probably sounded like a whiny kid, but I think I had the right to after everything our dad had just made me do.

"Am I gonna have to feed you?" Klaus held the protein bar in front of my mouth, rubbing it against my lips with a smirk. "Mom said if you don't eat this you'll have to drink that nasty supplement that you hate."

"Fine!" I finally accepted my fate and took a bite.

"Good girl!" he cooed playfully.

"Miss Victoria," Pogo said after knocking briefly on the door with his cane. "Your father asked me to make sure you are all right."

"Did he? Did he really, Pogo?" Klaus cocked an eyebrow.

"Yes, Master Klaus, he wants to make sure she will be able to carry her training tomorrow."

"Oh, that makes more sense..." I scoffed. "I will, I'm just exhausted right now."

"Very well, is there anything you need, Miss?"

"No, thanks, Pogo."

He politely nodded before leaving and closing the door. Of course I loved him, but his loyalty to our father never really allowed me to trust Pogo completely. In the back of my head, I always knew he would do anything for the old man and if it came down to it, he would take his side over us in a heartbeat.

"Can you believe that? He doesn't see us as human beings, we're just crime-fighting robots he likes to play with," Klaus grumbled bitterly.

"Yeah, but soon we can get the fuck away from here, just a few more years and we can move out."

"I can't wait!" he carefully undid my ponytail and ran his fingers through my hair while I kept eating. "We should share an apartment when we get out."

"Like roommates?"

"Yeah, we could have so much fun, right?"

"I guess... It sounds like a plan. Run away and never look back."

"Sometimes I wonder if that's what Five did, you know? Maybe he's having a blast somewhere in time and we are the stupid ones for worrying," Klaus joked. When this conversation happened, it had only been two years since our brother disappeared. I can still remember how our dad made an example out of him.

We waited for Five to come back for a few months, but he never did. Half a year passed and dad had that painting made to hang over the mantelpiece, whenever one of us dared to misbehave or act in any way different from what he expected, Mister Monocle would point at it as if saying: 'Continue like this and you will end up like Number Five'.

"Maybe, if that's the case, he's a huge asshole for not coming back to get the rest of us," I frowned, imagining what could've happened to him.

"Well, you know Five..."

"I miss him so much, he was a dick sometimes, but he's our brother."

"Yeah, me too," Klaus mindlessly fidgeted with the hemline of my skirt. "You would never leave me like that, would you?"

I stared at those emerald eyes while I slowly chewed, I don't think I've ever seen someone as beautiful.

"What would I ever do without you?" I smiled, knowing he knew I meant it.

"I hope we never find out... Now come on, let's get you in the tub, I'll wash your hair."

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phoenixthemenace · 2 years

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Day 30- Endings

I'm not surprised the Chief sent you home early. I am surprised when he wraps one long arm around my shoulder and softly says 'I'm sorry, Son'.

Just when I thought I couldn't feel anything anymore.

I take Chet aside after lunch and tell him. I was going to wait until after shift and tell him over breakfast, but I felt some inexplicable need to bear my soul to him.

He takes it far worse than I thought he would. I grin and tell him it was for the best. A captain can't chase girls with his engineer like he can with a friend. He looked at me oddly, but played along in the end.

The call came in after dinner. It was a huge fire with a huge response. It soon became apparent that in order to prevent a deadly explosion a valve deep in the heart of the beast needed to be shut off. There was a narrow opening through the debris. It was extremely dangerous, a suicide mission in all probability, but necessary. We'd exhausted all other options.

Chief Stanley and us captains had gone round and round trying to find another way. Now the silence spiraled horribly as each man mentally sorted through their crew for a man to send into hell- to almost certain death. And I know with certainty who has to go.

"I'll do it Chief." I said. "I'm small and light enough. And experienced."

And it's true. Out of all the men on scene, I was the best choice. I felt the ripple of shock around me, but no one spoke up. Chief looked at me long and hard.

"Okay, John. Get your gear." He issued orders to the others before following me to the engine, where he put both hands on my shoulders and said low, so only Chet and I heard. "Get in and get back out, Johnny. You hear me? Get back out."

He shakes me slightly and says, in an even quieter voice before letting go.

"Don't make me bury my youngest."

I glanced at Chet, who nodded, eyes bright.

"Same here little brother."

I nod, clap Chief on his shoulder and with my linemen by my side, head toward the fire. I notice one of the other captains is on the engine, and Chet has my line. I grin at him before squeezing through. I carry you with me in my heart.

I get there and shut the valve off, turn and am almost back out when the floor gives way. I think of you, as I fall, and that last night we spent together under the star-strewn vault of heaven.

*****

'I'll do it Chief' will haunt my nightmares for the rest of my life.

So will the irretrievable moment where I looked into those dull eyes and thought that it would probably be doing him a favor if he didn't make it out.

I also wondered briefly if that wasn't his aim. But John Gage would have offered even if he had his happily ever after. But how do you tell a man you're sending into danger that you've come to love him like a son.

I hope he understood, because when the anguished cry of Chet Kelly drowned everything else out, I knew I'd never get the chance again.

But he saved us. He saved us all.

*****

When Captain Gage sat me down after lunch and explained without going into detail that he was transferring and this was his last shift, then made some flip comment about chasing girls, I knew I wasn't talking to my friend Johnny. That man was gone.

And for one brief, irretrievable moment, I hated Roy DeSoto with everything I had.

When the Chief ordered him to come back, I somehow knew he wouldn't. He fought till the end. He was almost out when the floor gave way. They told me later my yell drowned everything out, and that it took four guys, including the chief to keep me from going in after him.

He saved us, so I thought, since he was right there, that we could save him.

But my friend was gone.

*****

It was a bright clear morning. The kind you used to love. But when I saw that dark sedan pull up to the curb and Chief Stanley flanked by a chaplain and an openly weeping Chet Kelly climb out, the sun stopped shining and the LA smog crowded in.

"Come in." I manage.

"He still had you as his next of kin." Hank said gently.

"I know. I was all he had." I barely manage to whisper.

"He saved us all, Roy, " Chet chokes out.

I know Joanne is in the kitchen listening and a cold hatred for her settles in the pit of my stomach. The kids come tumbling into the room calling hello's to the chief and Chet. And for one brief irretrievable moment I hate them too.

But they're smart, and quickly realize what has happened.

"Uncle Johnny?" My son asks, petrified.

I didn't have to say anything, they read it in my face.

"No!" My daughter wails as they throw themselves into my arms.

*****

The kids' cries squeeze my heart. I can't help but regret the loss of Johnny, and the pain he endured before it.

And if Roy felt anything for me before, he certainly hates me now. I doubt I'll see my children again, and if that prevents them from turning into me, who is turning into my mother…. Well. I hope I can stop myself, but I might be too far gone now.

As the sobbing from the living room is joined by one or more of the men, I glance at the rat poison in the open cupboard under the sink and idly wonder.

If they decide to do an autopsy on my mother, how much poison will they find?

*****

Your service was beautiful, with full firefighter honors and a posthumous commendation. I have often wondered if you knew how well respected you were. And well loved.

And I also wondered, just for a moment, if your choice to go into the inferno came from a broken heart. But I know you would have gone in, even if we had been together.

My love would do nothing less.

If you were here, you'd roll your eyes at me for still talking to you in my mind and heart after all these years. But you'd flush with pleasure, and smile that secret, dimpled smile you gave only to me.

I've missed you every day. I've loved you every day. I carry you in my heart always. Some days it's like I can almost see you out of the corner of my eye. Many friends and family members tried to set me up on dates, but I never let them. I gave my life to our kids.

When did I start calling them ours? I can't remember and you can't remind me.

Oh my love. How I wish you could.

Two weeks ago I took our youngest to college. To safety. They're adults now, and if anything happens to me, they will not fall under their mother's control, or that of her family.

I kept what you said about the world needing more good in mind, and never spoke badly about Jo. But they're smart, and figured things out for themselves.

The three of us are close. So close that they both have chosen the same college in the midwest. I am so proud of them. I know you would be too.

It almost broke our hearts to say goodbye to each other. But I know they'll go out into the world as forces for good.

Today my heart gave in to eight years of sorrow, like it knew it was finally safe to do so. I was driving when it happened. I was in the heap I bought to send our oldest to college in. I ended up letting him take the porsche. Our youngest got the Rover.

I managed not to veer into traffic, but ended up wrapped around a bridge support. They took me to Rampart, and between the heart attack and injuries, it was touch and go.

Kel Brackett is still there, a month from retirement. He gets me stabilized but his face tells me before his voice does.

They've called my kids. I can hold on for them. I can almost see you out of the corner of my eyes as I wait.

Oh my love. Come hold my hand!

Their anguished faces when they arrive almost break my heart. I hold them each in turn and tell them how much I love them. How proud of them I am.

Then I tell them that you loved them and would be proud of them too. They glance at each other.

"Dad…" Our son begins. "What happened?"

I give him a confused look.

"That summer we moved in with Grandma and went camping with Uncle Johnny that last time." Our daughter finishes.

"Before you and Joanne divorced."

I give our son the look. He knows I disapprove of his use of her first name. Then I sigh, and close my eyes. They need to know. They deserve to.

"You can hate me if you want, but please don't think poorly of Johnny. He only ever had our best interests at heart."

The nod, their curiosity obviously peaked. I take a deep breath and tell them everything. Including my greatest regret.

That you died thinking you were alone. I wept openly when I told them that.

Oh my love. I wish you had known I was at home, waiting for you.

They were surprised, but all I saw in their eyes was love. Our daughter turns to our son, a lightness to her face that wasn't there before. She grabs his hand and I see relief on his tear streaked face. Then I know. I reach my hand out to him.

"Is he here?" I ask and he smiles softly.

"Nah, there's no one. I'm just glad you're… that you'd still…" He can't say it. So I do.

"I will always love you, son. Both of you."

We're quiet for a while as we try to regain our composure.

"Dad," My daughter begins. "Thank you for.."

She chokes off, unable to speak, but my son picks up where she left off.

"For loving us enough to leave Uncle Johnny."

"I had to keep you safe."

They nod.

"From Joanne."

"And her mother."

"You kids are pretty smart, you know that? You're adults and safe now, if I don't…" Now I can't finish.

"Dad, we want you to live forever…"

"But if he comes for you..."

"It's okay…"

"Go with him…"

"Tell him we love him."

And we hold each other and cry.

Oh my love. I wait only for you now.

Later, in the hushed, shadow filled hospital night, my limbs feel oddly heavy as I drift in and out.

I can almost see you.

I can hear, on the edge of my consciousness, the sound of the heart monitor. As its beeping slows and becomes erratic, I think of you, and our last night together, under the star filled vault of heaven.

#angstpril 2022 #angstprilday30 #emergency!#johnny gage #roy desoto

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darkficsyouneveraskedfor · 16 days

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Once Upon a Time 10

Warnings: non/dubcon and other dark elements. My username actually says you never asked for any of this.

Characters: Andy Barber

Part of the Bookstore AU

My warnings are not exhaustive but be aware this is a dark fic and may include potentially triggering topics. Please use your common sense when consuming content. I am not responsible for your decisions.

As usual, I would appreciate any and all feedback. I’m happy to once more go on this adventure with all of you! Thank you in advance for your comments and for reblogging.

A message pops up on your Instagram. You open it with dread, a blank profile with some generic photo of a bookshelf. You already know it's him.

‘Your aunt is very nice.’

You nearly drop your phone as you glance over at Jo. She sits with a cross stitch as she watches a rerun of Cold Case. You shudder and look back down at the screen.

‘Why r u doing this?’

You hit the arrow as your sweaty hands stick to the silicon case.

‘Why am I being nice?’ He replies.

You can't. You stand up with your phone and your Aunt Jo peeks over with an arched brow. You give an apologetic smile.

“Sorry, I'll be right back.”

You cross the room and pass the kitchen doorway. You lock yourself in the bathroom and look at your phone. You see three dots then they disappear.

‘You followed me.’

He sends a rolling eye emoji. You nearly scream. What the hell? He's rolling his eyes at what? Stalking you?

‘More than once.’

He sends a laughing emoji with tears. You huff. He's so confusing. Then a photo pops up, buffering before finally loading.

It's Chelsea, well, the top of her head and she's…

You want to puke. You can't believe he'd send you that. Does she know he took that? Even if she's a bitch, you feel bad.

‘Looks like I'm all taken care of.’ He texts.

‘Looks like you are.’

You turn your phone to do not disturb and lock it. He's disgusting. You don't even get what he wants from you. If he has Chelsea doing all that, why the heck is he texting you?

You take your phone to the spare room, what was once your room, and leave it there. You don’t want to be bothered by him, even if you can’t shake the uneasiness stirring your nerves. You go back to the living room and sit down on the couch. You stare unseeingly at the television as the syndicated legal series drones on.

“What was that, honey?” Jo asks, poking her needle up then pulling it through.

“Work,” you lie, “um, they keep moving around the schedule or whatever. It’s... frustrating.”

“Ah, that’s too bad,” she tug the thread to its limit, “you’re stressed. Maybe you should take a day off.”

“Maybe,” you rub your forehead, “or get a different job.”

“Could do,” she shrugs, “you know I’ll support whatever you do.”

“Yeah,” you drop your hands into your lap and look at her, “I know.”

You turn back to screen and try to hide your despair. Should you try to tell her about Andy? The thought’s crossed your mind a dozen times over. Your Aunt Jo is fierce and loving, she might just believe you but it’s not her holding you back. It’s him. He’s dangerous and he hasn’t yet shown you how dangerous.

It’s better she doesn’t know. Not right now. You’ll have to deal with Andy. Just not tonight.

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You grumble around the last mouthful of coffee. Another day, another shift. While Jo’s suggestion was tempting, you really can’t give up the hours. Nonetheless, you haven’t sat on your hands. Several applications were forward late into the night as sleep eluded you. Now you can barely hold your head up.

It shouldn’t be very busy at opening. You can survive on an instant coffee packet from the breakroom. You yawn and grab your coat and bag. The snow puffs up around your boots as you step outside, shivering as you tuck your scarf into the top of your jacket. You pull your hood up against the frigid wind and tamp down the fresh powder as you come down the walk.

As you get to the sidewalk, you stop and look both ways. Before you can cross and head for the bus stop, a horn honks, jarring you. You step back as a familiar car rolls up. You cross your arms, heart racing, and peek back over your shoulder at the safe hold of your aunt’s house.

“Buses are behind,” Andy calls through the window as it slides down, “you’ll be late...”

“I’m fine,” you sidestep to walk around the rear bumper and he shifts into reverse, blocking your escape.

“I know your aunt didn’t teach you to be so ungrateful--”

“Don’t talk about my aunt,” you snap as you turn back the other way and he rolls forward. You stop short and stomp your foot, “why are you doing this? Why are you bugging me? Chelsea--”

“I don’t want Chelsea, she’s a slut. She’s easy. She gets the job done,” he sneers.

You shake your head and blow out a cloud of warmth into the crisp air, “I’m sure there are other--”

“You,” he says tersely, “that’s it. No one else.”

You close your eyes and shudder, “I... I’m not interested... like that, Andy. I just was being friendly because it’s my job. Can’t you understand?”

“I don’t understand,” he snarls, “I’m a lawyer, I’m good-looking, I take good care of myself and I could do the same for you. You wouldn’t have to work in some shitty bookstore.”

You flutter your lashes and shake your head, “I...”

“What? Why don’t you want me?” He leans over the seat further, glaring at you.

“How old are you?” You blurt out, immediately sealing your lips in regret.

He scoffs, “and how old are you? Bit over the hill to be in retail, huh? I know you’re not some college kid getting a few extra bucks. You’re a grown woman, your life is a mess. You need someone like me.”

You huff, “I need you to leave me alone.”

He clucks and sits up. The car idles in front of you as he sits silently. He grips the real and clears his throat, “I’ll be seeing you for dinner. Aunt Jo sure is sweet, maybe you could learn a thing or two from her.”

The window rolls up before you can spit back a retort. The mention of your aunt flares in your chest. How dare he. You know it’s more than a snipe at you, he’s not saying her name for nothing. It’s a threat.

He steers away down the snowy road, the snow packing beneath the weight of the car. You watch his headlights stop at the corner before you kick through the snow. Fuck.

#andy barber #dark andy barber #dark!andy barber #andy barber x reader #drabble #once upon a time #defending jacob #au #bookstore au #series

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lisacatara-actress · 1 year

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Almost Lisa: Pt 13, “Almost in one piece”

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Welcome back Earth (?) people! I’ve been having a hard time writing lately. I can't find positive or inspirational things to write about. But I realized today that if I'm going to be honest, I have to be honest about my feelings as well. It’s challenging to maintain a positive disposition in these uncertain/ disturbing times. Everything is not okay. I am not, in fact, okay. Anyone else out there overwhelmed in this eye-opening, mind-numbing, post-pandemic nightmare of a time in our history? We’ve lost sight of some things.

“Wokeness isn't how you dress, how you identify, or who you Love.

Woke is Aware”

Sometimes I see videos like one from tik tok recently of an elderly man on his balcony. The building he’s in is clearly on fire all around him, and the look on his face says it all: There's nowhere for him to go. There's nothing he can do to help himself. He's too old to jump, can't hold his breath to run through the fire, can't see well. He takes a big breath then lets it out, crosses his arms, and leans on the banister, looking down. Waiting. Thinking.

I can't not watch these videos. Even though the end result was Good Samaritans coming to his rescue, my heart dropped witnessing the moment of helplessness and "coming-to-terms” this man dealt with, alone. I saw/ felt my own fragility in him. No one should feel alone.

More and more, I'm reminded that I'm very much on my own. There's no one in my life who knows my habits or schedule. No one knows where I might be at any given moment of the day. Where- exactly- I live. My favorite things. I am just on my own. All responsibilities are mine. Every decision. Every idea. Every move I make. I am my Checks & Balances. It’s exhausting and boring. And it’s been this way for nearly two decades. I have these lucid dreams where I'm stuck on a balcony in a building that's on fire. Or underground in a place no one can hear me call from. And I realize, quite distinctly, that no one's coming for me.

No one is coming.

Tomorrow is February 8th. My birth date. Per usual, the date crept up quickly and I made no plans to do anything or include anyone. My mind has been preoccupied with getting taxes straightened out, finding work, figuring out a plan for continued (endless) medical care. In a perfect world (one where I had a healthy group of friends and my body didn't hurt 24/7), there would be dancing and celebration. I’d probably buy a pretty frock, do up my hair and face, and hit the town with my people (I would definitely have quality People). There would be smiles, laughter, and I’d feel safe to let my hair down. Instead, I spend birthdays alone, on my laptop, in a busy cafe somewhere, listening to others. And there will likely be a sign on the back on my laptop which reads:

It’s my Birthday. Say Hello! Tell me a Story.

Things which are challenging when you live in Hollywood and work in the Entertainment industry:

* Making Appointments * Real Friendships * Dating * Vacations

* Planning Social Stuff * Classes * Laundry * Groceries

I haven't been in control of my schedule for more than 20 years. The BIZ has a way of holding you hostage, in anticipation of that next audition, that next gig, that potential opportunity just around the corner. And they are always coming! If you're not careful, you lose great gaps of your life “on hold” (not only to earn and further your career, but to keep those health benefits, after all). There is one surefire way to get a booking (entertainers, all in unison now...) BOOK A TRIP. It never fails! Just be unavailable and the Universe will provide. Like I keep saying, this business ain’t for everyone.

For so many reasons, it’s impossible to have a “normal life” as an Entertainment professional. I marvel at those who manage! Many who are determined to make it later wind up leaving the industry for a healthier Human experience. And because of this, those who remain often have transient relationships/ friendships. People come. People go. And global pandemics happen, scattering everyone all over the country and the globe.

Caught a clear reflection of my face in the glass while pumping gas today. Almost didn't recognize myself. There's an absence in the eyes. The corners of my mouth turn down. I look heavy, tired. And I know it's been this way for quite some time.

I honestly can't remember the last time I felt safe. Truly happy. Filled with energy. I've been fighting this uphill battle with my health for over a decade, without progress. Spend so much of my time, energy and money doing so. Doesn't seem to be a solution for my situation (yet). It's definitely changed my physical appearance: my skin (never had acne, until recently), my hair (it’s whitening, fast), my energy (what energy?), my weight (I’m 11 pounds thicker than before). Lol, no one notices. Most of my community “knows” me from social media posts, throwback photos, and they communicate via texts or DMs. When you’ve traditionally been a physically beautiful woman, the world (in passing, and through it’s vantage point from The Cloud) refuses to accept you any other way. So I handle it all quietly, alone. Every challenge. Every loss. Every obstacle. Who better?

I miss spontaneity and going dancing all night, and meeting up with friends for dinner, and being in a relationship. I couldn't fathom being in a relationship with anyone in the condition I'm in. Simply going out to eat is just too much of a challenge alone, but to add someone else... And intimacy? Forget about it. With how often I don't feel well, and how often I have to change plans because I'm feeling bloated (not sexy), a relationship is doomed for arguments and disappointments.

I was a physically beautiful, healthy woman for a while. The outside matched the inside (the part I value). My diet was clean, I never drank, smoked or did drugs. I meditated often, exercised regularly, ate organic food and had energy for days! In fact, my energy was infectious. Simply by walking in the room, I could shift it. That's how powerful I was! And I knew it. But I haven't been Her (me) for a while. And I miss Her so much.

Here’s a secret: I don't like living in Georgia. Love the people, like the seasons. But the food hurts me, the weather makes me ache more, I don't meet people I really connect with or have conversations I'm interested in which help me to grow. Not working due to pandemic conditions has been painfully isolating and cost me entire years of income as my industry shut down and still struggles to regain it’s momentum. I’ve worked hard for my money. So I can travel. So I can fix my health. Two things which can't happen currently.

It seems the best years of my life are flying by with little substance or joy. That’s counterintuitive to who I am! But it’s what I see on my face. I want to go Home, wherever that is. I want to go back to California. But this was a one-way ticket. I can't afford to return as the rents have only increased and my income has not. Last year was one of the worst in 20 years for me, financially. Now, we are preparing for yet another Writers strike which will shut things down again. It’s scary. But hardly my first rodeo.

Who likes roller coasters?!!! Okay. Enough of all that.

(To be continued...)

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falling in love with a single mom hcs

INCLUDES: nishinoya, tsukishima, yaku

you spent a good part of your childhood with nishinoya, chasing away the dogs that had a penchant of scaring your best friend shitless, climbing trees and playing treasure hunt

it was funny, to say the least, seeing how he grew from such a scaredy-cat to the energetic and confident noya everyone knows

throughout highschool you watched him chase girl after girl and he watched you turn down guy after guy

the dynamic you two had was that of a feral gremlin child and its chill owner holding the leash and everyone, including you two, thought you would always be together

everyday was fun with nishinoya's energy hanging around you, no doubt

but when he asked you to travel the world with him right after graduation, he was met with a hesitant refusal

"i'm planning to go to college, yuu"

"it'll be fun, y/n! like going on an adventure!!"

"visit me once in a while"

his heart clenched at the way you smiled at him with teary eyes, "i can't change your mind can i?"

with a soft shake of your head, he sighed

he leaves in three days

the first few months of him being away were filled with calls and pictures of his trips, smile seemingly wider and brighter than before and a part of you regretted not coming with him

but college starts in a week, and with that came missed calls and ignored messages

at some point, neither of you just remembered to hit the other up, caught up with the stresses of your own life and before either of you knew it, 5 years have passed

he came to visit home for the first time in years, no longer the boyish noya you knew but he still had that warm aura around him

you were the first thought to come to mind the moment he step foot in town, his whole body buzzing with excitement at the mere thought of seeing you again

so of course he went straight to your house, feet taking step after memorized step and hands clutching bags of things he got from his travels

"Y/N!!!!!", he calls out as he enters your house which was answered with a harsh shushing

turning a corner he saw you in the living room, lovely as ever-- he thought, and with a baby sleeping soundly in your arms, "the baby's sleeping, yuu"

"whose...?"

you laughed at the cracking in his voice, "mine, who else's?"

man, he looked like he was about to cry

he quietly approached you, careful as to not wake the baby

"for you", he mumbled while handing you the bag of snacks and stuff

the room was filled with silence after you hummed a short thanks

he was looking at the child's face, it looked like you, he thinks

he asked when you got married, "you didn't tell me, didn't even invite your best friend to your wedding", he whined

"i didn't, i'm not married"

his eyes were wide as they looked at you

you told him about getting pregnant shortly after college graduation and getting ditched

he thought of himself selfish as he heaved a sigh of relief

"it's fine though, my parents are helping me a lot", he notes how you looked at your baby with such fond eyes and his heart swelled, he felt like crying

you chuckled at the look on his face, "hey don't look so sorry for me, can't be happier to have her"

"what's her name?"

you looked at your daughter's face and pet at her cheek with a finger, "yui"

nishinoya couldn't hold it in anymore and so he let himself cry and pulled you close

and for the nth time since the day of your college graduation he asked you again, "come with me, y/n, let's travel the world" but you have a child "i'll stay with you here until she's old enough", he said while kissing the tears that slipped down your cheeks

"then we can all go travel the world together"

he liked working at the museum, he really does

at least that's what he tries to tell himself as he led the group of preschoolers through the sendai museum

they were cute, yeah, but also very chatty

especially this one little boy with the frog hat

"what's this called?"

"it's a fossilized remain of--"

"how about this one?"

"it's--", and before he could answer, the child was already running to the other side of the exhibit

he just sighs

the tour ended and he was getting ready for his lunch break, proceeding to the cafe by the entrance as he always does

his eyes almost caught the flurry of green that passed beside him but he chose to ignore it

but of course it wasn't long after he sat down with his order when he heard a familiar bubbly voice

"mama that's the dinosaur guy!", he heard the little boy whisper loudly, "he's so tall, like a brachiosaurus!"

he couldn't supress the chuckle at the child's remark and he turned in his seat, "so you were listening, i thought you were just bouncing all around the place"

"oh sorry, did he give you a hard time?"

your voice drew his attention and he smiled at the sight of your worried face, something that surprised even him, "not really, no"

he invited you two to sit and eat with him and he listened to your son ramble all about dinosaurs and prehistoric animals

"a smart one, i like him"

your son really liked him too and asked you to take him to the museum again and see tsukishima

and so it became a habit for you to visit the museum every friday with the little boy, waiting for the tall blonde to get off work so you three could grab something to eat

and every time he sees you in the little cafe by the entrancne with your son, tsukishima couldn't help but smile a little and pat at his chest to calm the subtle fluttering as he push the door open

it was a weird feeling he never knew would come so naturally at the mere sight of you two

he bought your son picture books and and figurines and copies of the "walking with dinosaurs" documentary

"we should watch it this weekend..." his eyebrows shot up for a moment at your meek suggestion

of course the little boy was elated, excited to have him over at your house "yes! let's go now! i wanna watch it with tsukki now!!!"

tsukishima returned his gaze on you, "if it's not too much trouble then i'd love to go now"

and so the rest of the friday night was spent on your couch with all the lights turned off and a narration of al the allosaurus' life

you looked over at the other side of the couch to see your son laying on tsukishima, eyes fluttering shut with the man passed out and lightly snoring

he must've been tired

you draped a blanket over the two of them and waited for sleep to visit you too and it soon did

morning came and you woke up to the smell of coffee

"i borrowed your coffee maker, i hope you don't mind", his voice was still low, trying not to wake the little boy

"yeah, sorry i didn't wake you up last night... you looked tired"

he chuckled as you walked over to the kitchen to take out two mugs and prepared some toast, "i don't mind, it was the best sleep i've gotten in a while. i hope it wasn't too much of a bother for you though"

you leaned on the kitchen counter as you took in his appearance; hair ruffled and eyes puffy with sleep, "i don't mind it one bit"

he huffed a laugh and looked over to the sofa where your son still laid

"he likes you a lot"

"so it seems, i hope you do too", his face was smug but you didn't miss the red that tinted his cheeks when you told him "of course i do, in fact i was thinking maybe we should do this more often"

his smirk grew, "just say you want to wake up everyday to the sight of me and leave it at that"

you rolled your eyes at his comment but smiled nonetheless, "oh shut up"

he had just come back from the nekoma volleyball team reunion, head lightly buzzing from the few bottles of alcohol kuroo forced down his throat

making his way through the carpeted hotel hall, he could barely make out the sound of little feet hurriedly padding on the floor and quiet sniffles

taking out the keycard to his room with the blissful thoughts of finally sinking into the soft mattress was interrupted by a soft bump on his thigh, a muffled thud and a small "ow..."

it took a few moments before the sight of the little boy on the hotel floor registered properly in his brain

it was well past 2 am... why the hell is there a child running around the halls

"uh... hi?"

big bright eyes looked up at him and he can't help but sigh at the sniffles increasingly growing louder

"where's your mama, little guy?", yaku crouched to the little boy's level, careful to keep his balance as the booze and exhaustion was catching up to him

however, at the mention of his mother, the little boy's eye filled up with more tears and was ready to burst anytime, "mama..."

"oh no no no no"

yaku's too tired for this

so with a sigh and a groan, he took the boy in his arms and entered his room

"let's look for her in the morning, okay? i think i still have some cookies in my room, would like some?"

the little boy nods his head, earning a relieved sigh from yaku

the rest of the night was spent with cartoons playing on the large hotel room tv, yaku leaning against the headboard with the little boy snoozing away while being tucked in his arm, cookie on his hand and crumbs all around

morning came and panic surged through your body the moment you realized your 3 year-old son was nowhere inside your hotel room

your hurried to the security desk to report and hopefully make an announcement, head reeling and aching with the sudden rush of adrenaline first thing in the morning

with your head in your hands, you let out a groan while trying not to cry at all the possibilites flashing through your mind

your wallowing was cut short with an "excuse me, i found this child last night"

turning your head back to the security desk, you see a man in his pajamas and slippers, hair ruffled from sleep and a sleepy little boy laying on his shoulder

"oh my god"

the whole conlict ended when you came up to them and introduced yourself, the little boy quickly recognizing your voice and whipped his head over to you, "mama!"

your son reached out for you and yaku couldn't help but notice how pretty your glossy eyes were despite how disheveled you looked

"mama, yakkun gave me cookies and we watched cartoons aaaaall night!"

yaku's eyes widened at the little boy's words and let out a nervous chuckle, "you make me sound so suspicious"

he turned to you and explained how your son bumped into him at 2 am and he was just too tired to bring him down to the security desk

"my tired tipsy brain thought it was a better idea to just let him sleep in my room and look for mama in the morning", he ended with the tips of his ears tinged red

you laughed at his nervousness, "well we can talk more about it over breakfast, what do you say yakkun? my treat"

with the way you were smiling at him, how could he even refuse?

the rest of the morning was spent with coffee and waffles, juice and fruits and chatter

he learned you and your son were in town for a few days, "i wanted to go see the fishies in the aquarium!", the little boy quips

with the new volleyball season just around the corner, yaku knew he'd have practices but he offered to tour you two around tokyo

he wanted to see you two again

briefly taking care of the toddler last night and having breakfast with you, he realized, were very much a welcomed change of pace in his hectic pro volleyball life

"are you my dad? mama told me daddy was working in tokyo" he remembered your son quietly mumbling last night, "i haven't seen him though, not ever"

the rest of your stay in tokyo was spent hanging out with yaku, your son growing more and more attached to him and slept over at his room every night

as promised, he took you and your son on a tokyo tour and even brought you to practice, introducing you to the national team and teaching your child receives

of course your trip eventually reached its end, promises of meeting again drowned in the little boy's tears as he tried to reach out to yaku

"we'll meet again, little guy", he says while ruffling the boy's hair, "i'll even go visit you and we'll play lots, okay?

of course he made a point of contacting you frequently, often video chatting during meal times and bedtime and a few more hours after, relishing in the time he could spend talking alone with you

"i can't wait to see you two again", he always says right after "good night"

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