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the beginning | jack hughes

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summary: jack and yns relationship is super lowkey, but what happens when yn starts doubting why their relationship is so private?

warnings: pregnancy

word count: 5.6k

The first time you met Jack Hughes you were job shadowing a colleague of yours. It was your first real week of working at the New York Times, and with how busy the team's schedule was you were sent down with Lewis from the sports column to report on… something hockey related. You weren’t really sure, and Lewis didn’t care to fill you in. 

You had never given hockey two thoughts when you were growing up. Your father wasn’t interested in any sports aside from the usual football game on thanksgiving (which you had a theory he just watched to get out of festive activities and house work). And anyway, there was only one local ice rink where you grew up so you’d never really had the opportunity to learn about the sport. 

All that to say, you had no idea what you were doing. You watched Lewis pin his “The Athletic” reporters badge, and you fiddled with your visitors pass as you waited for the press conference to start. 

When the conference did start, you jotted down notes absentmindedly on your notepad. About halfway through the meeting, your attention is immediately pulled to a side door where a few men stood, snickering and whispering to each other. 

One of the men noticed you though, smirking half-heartedly in your direction as he nodded his head towards you. That small action caused the rest of the boys to look over in your direction. Your face flushed, and before you could look away your eyes connected with those of maybe the cutest guy you’ve ever seen. His hair was brown and overgrown, and his whole face lit up when he laughed. 

“Ow!” you whispered, rubbing your arm to try and alleviate the pain that was Lewis elbow knocking into your side. He pointed to the man speaking at the front of the room, and immediately looked away from you with an annoyed expression etched onto his face. “i’m sorry,” you whispered to Lewis but he shook his head in response. “pay attention.” his harsh tone brought you back to reality, and with one more glance at the cute man in the corner, you return all your attention back to the conference. 

⋆ ★

“Journalists still use notepads?” a teasing voice asks, and when you lift your head up from your notebook you see the same man from earlier staring at you. 

“We use recorders too but I'm just job shadowing so I didn’t think I needed it. Lewis the-” you stop your sentence short, well aware of the fact that this guy probably didn’t care about your writing tools or your coworker. 

The guy surprises you though. He leans against the wall, crossing his arms over his chest and nods at you to continue. 

“Lewis, he works for the athletic paper. anyway, i was assigned to shadow him today because the woman who i was going to shadow had this breaking news story she had to cover,” 

“why didn’t you go with her?” the man asks, genuinely curious. 

“Well it's my first week and the woman is really particular about how she works. She said if I followed her she’d only get distracted,” you finish your story with the shrug of your shoulder. 

the guy nods in understanding before he pushes himself off and away from the wall. He squints a little and points to your name tag.

“Oh, i’m Y/n” you say, adjusting your name tag so he could read it properly. 

“I'm Jack” he smiles at you, and before either of you has time to say anything else, Lewis walks over to you grumbling. 

“It’s time to go,” 

you smile politely at Jack and he reciprocates. 

“See you around, Y/n” he raises his hand in a boyish fashion before retreating out of the hallway. 

⋆ ★

“It's so cold!” you shivered, voice quivering as you try to warm yourself up with the palm of your hands. you decided not to wear a coat tonight, against your better judgements, and now the frigid Manhattan air came to bite you in the ass. 

your friend nodded, teeth chattering as you two ran across the street and down the next block. 

your friends apartment came up first, and so she rushes out a quick goodbye before you set off down the street again. 

“Fuck! Where am I?” you hear a mans voice ask off in the distance. You wouldn’t normally try and investigate, but when you looked up and saw the familiar mop of brown hair, you made the decision to go over and talk to him.

“Jack?” you asked, hands still rubbing up and down your arms to try and provide you some warmth. 

Jack looks up startled, and once he recognizes it's you he relaxes again.

“Y/n right? From work?” he asks, and you nod as you step closer to him. The street lamps illuminate his face perfectly, hues of yellow and orange highlighting his features well.

“Yeah,” you nodded, face twisting in confusion as you watch Jack shrug out of his jacket. 

“I’ll let you wear my coat if you help me get.. here” Jack points to the blue destination point on his phone. 

You weigh your options, you could take his coat and help him out.. Meaning that you got to spend more time with him.. or, you could go home to the warmth of your apartment..

You hold your hand out for his jacket, and Jack smiles as he passes it over to you. 

You peer at his phone, taking a mental note of where he’s trying to go before leading him in the right direction. 

“Have you ever used google maps before?” you laugh teasingly, watching as the direction changes and the walk time gets shorter. “you were going in the complete opposite direction”

Jack chuckles, “my bad” 

The walk is silent for a minute, before Jack starts questioning you. “So… Do you usually take walks with strangers?”

“You're not a stranger, I met you like two days ago” you joke, knowing full well it's probably not wise to walk the streets with a man you've only ever spoken a few sentences to. 

Jack nods, and when you glance in his direction you see the hint of a smile grace his lips. “So, have you lived here long?” Jack asked at a stoplight. 

“I’ve lived in Manhattan for a year now. I did an internship last year for journalism and then they hired me” you explain as the walking light turns on and you both cross the street. “What about you? How long have you been in jersey?”

“I live in Jersey for the hockey season. I've been in Jersey for 4 years now? I think?” Jack speaks, stuffing his hands into the pocket of his NJD hoodie. “I grew up in Canada though, and I live in Michigan during the summers'' he explains.

“I’m from Denver, but I don't go visit much. I went to college here on the east coast and ended up staying through the summers to work” you speak, surprised at how easy it is to talk to Jack.

“I didn’t go to school,” Jack blurts out, and you bring your arm up to try and disguise your giggles as a cough. Jack seems embarrassed by his small outburst and quickly clarifies, “like I was drafted and went straight to the nhl” 

“That must’ve been hard” you hum, and Jack quirks an eyebrow at you. “Like, having to be in the real world so soon”

“you moved on your own at 18”

“Yeah but I moved for school. You were straight into the pros. That must've been a lot of pressure” 

Jack doesn’t respond, but you can tell by the way he’s carrying himself that your words rang true. 

“Anyway,” you pick up the conversation. “I really like living here. Yeah my hours are kind of insane, and rent is beyond… but I really like the city” 

“I think i’d live here,” Jack replies as he surveys the mostly empty streets. “there's always so much to do”

You nod, getting ready to cross the next street. “Uh, where are you going?” you call out, as Jack starts walking down the wrong street.

“There's a pizza place!” he says simply, and you stare at him confusedly before he explains. “I’m going to a bar, I can't drink without eating something” Jack shrugs and you walk to where he paused. He points to the small 24 hour pizza shop he wants to go to, and you both walk inside. 

After you both order, and you're sitting at your table with your food, you start to question things. “So, why were you wandering the streets? How did you get here from Jersey?” you ask, blowing on your steaming pizza before you take a bite. 

Jack mirrors you, taking a bite before he answers. “My friends and I all came together. They went out for dinner first but there was this shop I wanted to check out, they’ve got sick shoes, anyway that's not the point. they dropped me off at the store and so my plan was to just walk and meet up with them after but I… well got lost” 

You and Jack continue talking, time completely slipping by both of your minds as you let the conversation flow. You learnt that Jack did in fact like to read, and you made sure to give him a few recommendations before you both parted ways. 

“Do you want your jacket back?” you ask, already starting to shrug out of the warm material. 

He holds up a hand to stop you, “No you should wear it its cold-”

“I'm just walking back to my apartment I should be fine,” you say, shimmying your shoulder and letting the sleeve fall from your arm.

“Do you want me to walk with you?” Jack's question stuns you. 

“Aren’t you supposed to meet up with your friends?”

Jack only shrugs, “it’s only like 12 i’ve got plenty of time to catch up with them”

You nod slowly as you readjust Jack's coat on your body. 

“Plus, wouldn’t want you to take up any other stranger if they ask for directions” Jack jokes, “might make me jealous” 

You knew his comment was supposed to be a joke but… butterflies. Literal butterflies. 

Fifteen minutes later and you were outside of your apartment building. 

“Thank you” you say, “for the pizza and for letting me wear your jacket” 

Jack smiles at you brightly, and you couldn't help but smile back at him. It was like a natural reaction. 

“Thank you for taking me to where I needed to go,” Jack takes his turn in thanking you.

“But I didn't..” 

“It's the thought that counts” Jack grins as he pulls out his phone. “But, since you didn’t walk me to where i was going… i’ll accept your number as an apology”

“Apology?” you laughed, placing a hand over your heart and pretending to be shocked by his words. “If I recall you were the one who wanted to stop for pizza and to walk me home” 

“You're right, you're right,” Jack says, holding his hands up in mock surrender. 

“But I will give you my number,” you say, holding your hand out to accept Jack's phone. When you pass his phone back, your contact fresh in his list, Jack beams. 

“I’ll call you!” Jack yells out as he starts walking down the street. 

“How about you text me when you make it to the bar!” you shout back. “And by the way! You're going in the wrong direction!” you shout again, and Jack sighs loudly. He dramatically turns around before walking your way again. 

Before he has the time to say anything more, you give him a few directions so he doesn’t get anymore lost. 

Less than 30 minutes later, while finishing up your skincare routine, your phone lights up with a notification. 

Jack H: I made it! Thanks for tonight and for the directions

You went to sleep that night with a smile plastered onto your face.

⋆ ★

After that first “date” you and Jack routinely made plans to hang out. It started off with Jack texting you whenever he happened to be in the city, which then translated to you inviting him to all the new places in town you wanted to try. 

“I don't know how I feel about that,” Jack speaks in between spoonfuls of his ice cream. You two had just gotten out of an exhibit, something about ancient rome. 

“What? You never think about the roman empire?” you retort, thinking about Jack's interview that was posted earlier in the year. Jack rolled his eyes at you, but he smiled nonetheless. 

“Like, how do they even have all that stuff? It's been so long” 

“Yeah.. the armour was cool though,” you respond, shuffling across the crosswalk with Jack trailing after you. 

There’s a brief pause as you walk up White Street towards the little italian restaurant Jack wanted to stop at. 

“So, I was looking online and there’s this new exhibition popping up soon. Something about the elements and sensors… I don't know, it looked cool” Jack breaks the silence, and you have to bite back your smile. He was looking up exhibits for the two of you to go to? Last week he was talking about how much he didn't understand modern art!

“Since when are you interested in the arts?” you tease, knocking your shoulder against Jacks playfully. He looks down at you, eyes crinkled as he smiles. 

“It’s something to do,” Jack shrugs, “plus, let's not lie here! You’d love to hang out with me more,” Jack laughs teasingly, but you can sense the hope that lies beneath his words. 

“I’d love to hang out with you” your hand brushed against Jack without your knowledge. Your hand feels like it's on fire from the small contact. 

“It's a date then!” Jack cheers, grabbing ahold of your hand to steer you in the right direction. You could only hope he meant a real date. 

⋆ ★

The exhibit was great, but your time with Jack was even better. He always found ways to make even the most mundane things light up with colour. By the end of the night, you were positive that if you didn't ask Jack out on an official date, you’d lose your mind. 

Jack, ever the gentlemen, walked you up all 6 floors of your apartment. “I had a lot of fun tonight,” you say as soon as you reach your front door. 

Jack nods, easily agreeing with you. “I think i’m a changed man, that art thing was so cool” 

You laughed lightly, leaning against your door as you watched Jack ruffle his hair with his hand. “My turn to pick the activity next time?” you ask. 

“Yeah but no more ancient rome things” Jack easily jokes. 

“How about something more…” you hedge, unsure of how to ask Jack out. Of course you’ve asked him to go out places before but… this was very different. 

Jack leans against the staircase railing, tilting his head signalling for you to continue.

“Like…” you contine, all words escaping you as your attention is suddenly caught to the sight of his bare arms.

“A date?” Jack prompts, smirking as he catches you staring at him. 

Upon hearing the word date you're immediately crashing back to reality. Your hearts beating wildly, something you hadn’t felt since the early days of university. 

You nod, “yeah, yeah.. Like a date” you shake your head to clear it, and when you meet Jack's eyes he beams. 

“I’ll be waiting for you to text me the location then…” Jack's voice trails as he walks closer to you, leaning in as he presses a quick kiss to your check.

You stand there momentarily stunned, watching as he slowly walks backwards to the top of your floor's staircase. “I’ll see you on our date?” Jack calls out, and you mirror his bright smile. 

“I’ll see you on our date!” you call back, watching as Jack starts walking down the stairs. 

you were falling hard. 

⋆ ★

The big date came and went, and you and Jack continued dating silently. It was nice just being with him, away from all the pressures of his fans and his large social media presence. You had a small private account, so you would post some pictures on there, but you never officially went “public” with your relationship. 

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That didnt mean there weren’t close calls though. With Jack being extremely popular, there were a few times when the two of you were photographed out by fans. 

After the first incident, you thought nothing of it. Of course someone would see you guys eventually. Although you weren’t sure how you felt about being photographed by random people out in public… Jack was always quick to reassure you that people would eventually forget about the photos. 

It wasn’t the forgetting you were worried about though. After being with Jack for a few months, your twitter feed started recommending you hockey content. Which was fine at first, until you saw all the speculations of yours and Jack's relationship.

You muted all the hockey terms you could think of on your twitter account… but that didn’t stop you from thinking of all those accounts words. Was it true that you weren’t Jack's type? Is that why he wasn’t posting you on his social media accounts? Did he actually prefer going to small coffee shops and art exhibitions? Or was he trying to hide you from the outside world? 

Even though you knew you liked your relationship being private… Was there an ulterior motive on Jack's end? Did he not find you pretty enough to post on main? You started to spiral. 

⋆ ★

The bar was much more crowded than you would've liked, but when your boyfriend invited you out you easily agreed. 

You sat in the corner of the booth all night, sipping on your vodka sodas and listening in on the conversation around you. The devils were doing good so far this season, and as a result, Jack had decided it was time to drag you out with him to the bar. You wished he hadn’t.

It’s not like you were an insecure person… (that was somewhat a lie), but when every girl was gorgeous and hitting on your boyfriend… it made you doubt things.

You watched all night as Jack looked at other girls, and your spiralling started to feel a lot more real. 

“Who is she?” you screamed, tears streaming down your face as your boyfriend of two years stared at you in shock.

“Baby, she doesn’t mean anything to me! I swear! It's you who-”

“When was the last time you slept together?” you shouted, your boyfriend winced at your biting words. 

“Last weekend…” your boyfriend finally admitted the truth. You had your suspicions that he was cheating on you for weeks now… and each time you brought it up he convinced you that you were crazy. “But baby!” his voice was frantic as you grabbed your bag and started shoving things into it. 

Your eyes were wild as you stared into the eyes of the boy that you had loved. When he had nothing else to say, you zipped up your bag and left. Your chest arched and your heart burned… you promised that you would never let yourself get cheated on again. 

A blonde touches Jack's arm. You know this because you're watching it happen, right in front of your eyes. You swig your now warm soda, blinking hard to will away the tears. 

You look away from the sight, causing you to miss the way Jack's eyes immediately try to seek yours after he brushes the girl away. 

The drive to your apartment was quiet. 

“Baby, what's wrong?” Jack asks, and despite how much you want to call him out, you feel juvenile about it. 

“Nothing,” you sigh, shifting in your seat so that you can look at Jack. He looks at you tenderly, as if whatever mysterious thing that's hurting you is hurting him too. 

“You can tell me anything, you know that right?” Jack speaks up again a minute later, this time his eyes are trained on the road. 

“I know,” you whisper. “I’m just tired. Work was busy today”

Jack hummed in response, and that was the end of the conversation. As usual, he walked you up to your apartment, and then you kissed him goodbye. 

When he left you stayed up in bed and questioned everything. You knew you were being insecure, but were you paranoid too? You didn’t want to be hurt again and you were fearful that you would be cheated on again. It was irrational, you knew. But your ex was always being hit on and he took one of the girls up on… no. You wouldn’t let that man ruin anything else in your life. 

Everythings fine… you whisper to yourself, and soon enough you fall asleep.

⋆ ★

Things got worse from then on. Whenever Jack was gone on roadies you would read through every comment you could find about Jack’s types, his ex gfs, anything that you could find. You couldn’t help but compare yourself to them. It was like some cruel, sick addiction that you needed to keep up with. 

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“She's just a friend! What are you talking about?” Jack was immediately defensive when you brought up his liking habits.

“Listen, I’m not trying to be some insecure girlfriend but-”

“You are insecure!” Jack's voice is loud and his words slice through you like swords. 

Your eyes immediately start to water, “baby, I didn’t mean it” Jack rushes to your side, hand on your shoulder as he tries to get a good look at you. 

“I’m sorry…” you cry, your hands coming up to shield your face away from him. 

“No, I'm sorry. You're not insecure you’re right” Jack tries to soothe you but your mind goes numb. 

Baby, she doesn’t mean anything to me! But baby! baby, I didn’t mean it…

You let Jack drag you over to the couch, where you spend the rest of the night cuddling and watching some movie that was really just static noise. 

Your chest aches and your heart burns, but you knew that Jack was right. You were insecure. You didn't think you were as pretty as the girls who wanted him, and now you certainly didn’t think you were deserving of an instagram post. 

Baby, she doesn’t mean anything to me! But baby! baby, I didn’t mean it…

Baby, she doesn’t mean anything to me! But baby! baby, I didn’t mean it…

Baby, she doesn’t mean anything to me! But baby! baby, I didn’t mean it…

⋆ ★

After that night, you tried to distance yourself from Jack Hughes. When he was on roadies, you would take extra long to reply to his texts. You were also suddenly picking up more hours at work, volunteering to cover stories nobody wanted to cover. 

On the other side of things, Jack was confused. He had thought after his apologies that everything would be fine? He thought you needed space, so he gave you plenty. But now it seemed like the two of you weren’t even together anymore. 

“Dude, just talk to her” Trevor's voice was somehow still loud over the phone. 

“Yeah but she wants space” Jack sighed, as if Trevor had no idea how girls worked. 

“Okay… and did she tell you that?”

“I can tell” 

Trevor shuffled on the other end of the line. “Okay Jack, listen. You guys have been together what? A year now? You can’t just throw away your whole relationship because she may or may not be a little insecure. Why don't you talk to her? Like actually sit and figure this out” 

For the first time, Jack thought, Trevor was making some sense.

“I want to be with you! Do you want to be with me?” Jack's voice was unintentionally rough and loud as he questioned you. 

“Of course I want to be with you!” your voice is just as loud. 

“Then what's the big deal!” Jack is visibly annoyed as if you're some person that's wasting his time.   

“Well, don’t like other girls' instagram posts and stare at models in public!” you retort, crossing your arms childishly. Jack throws his hands up in the air, sighing loudly. 

“I like you, what don't you understand?” Jack enunciates each word loudly and waves his hands around wildly in some effort to make his point clear.

“Why can't you understand that I just need some reassurance!” you cry out, completely worn out by this conversation. 

“Reassurance? I’m not going to cheat on you! Why do you think so low of me?” Jack pauses, seeming to connect the dots in his head. “Oh. this is about him” Jacks voice turns cold and you feel the oncoming sting in your throat. 

“Just because you’ve been cheated on before doesn’t mean that it's going to happen again.” your cheeks felt wet. Were you crying? 

“I don't think you’re going to cheat on me” you whisper, arms wrapping around yourself in a bad attempt at trying to calm yourself down. 

Jack stands still, staring at you with glaring eyes. 

“I just want… I want…” you can't even finish your sentence. You didn’t know what you wanted. You just felt so bad about yourself. 

Jack stares, nodding his head in exasperation as he watches you cry. “Yeah, well, when you figure that out call me” 

“Jack please,” you call to him through tears, following him down your hallway as you watch him walk away. 

You never called. 

⋆ ★

A month went by, and you felt the breakup in every aspect of your life. Work reminded you of that first day with Jack. Your apartment reminded you of all the times he would walk you home… you missed him. 

“We’re going out tonight! Enough being sad” your coworker, Claudia, exclaimed as she walked into your apartment. She was holding a saks bag, no doubt filled to the brim with outfit options for the night ahead. 

“I’m not feeling it” you mumble, eyes immediately finding focus on your tv screen. 

“It's been a month yn.. If you don't go out now, you're never going to” Claudia's voice is soft. She sets the bag of clothes beside you on the couch, and she silent starts showing you your options. 

“That ones cute” your voice is muffled but Claudia hears you anyway. 

“Perfect!” She smiles, setting your choice to the side and pulling out a plastic bag full of accessories. 

You felt ridiculous. You were wearing heels much too small, and your dress was way too tight. The drinks though… definitely hit the spot. And after a while, you didn’t think of Jack at all. 

“I’m having so  much fun!” your words were slurred as you slung one of your arms around Claudia's shoulder. She smiled happily at you, tipsily swaying your hips so you were both dancing to the beat of the music that was blasting throughout the club. 

“Is that…?” Claudia starts but then abruptly stops, almost as if she had seen a ghost. 

“Is that what!” you shout cheerfully, spinning yourself and Claudia around so that you could see what she saw. 

“Y/n don't!” Claudia tries to reposition you but it is too late. 

In the middle of the dance floor stood Jack Hughes, your Jack Hughes, and some girl that looked oddly familiar. As if sensing your gaze, the girl turned. It was the girl from instagram. 

“I’m going to be sick!” you moaned, hand covering your mouth as Claudia quickly rushes you outside of the club. Luckily, the two of you make it outside rather quickly, and then you're heaving onto the streets of New York. 

“I am so sorry! I had no idea that he’d be here!” Claudia speaks apologetically, holding your hair out of your face as you continue dry heaving. 

“He's with.. Oh my god” you emptied out what must've been everything in your stomach. “Claudia, he's with her!” you cried, drunkenly leaning into your friends side. Claudia grabbed hold of you, walking you down the street so that the two of you could hail a cab. “I know, i’m so sorry”

Once you were situated in the cab, you leaned your head against the window and closed your eyes. You pictured the look on Jack’s face when he saw you. Surprise, then shock, was it regret next? You weren’t sure. Then you imagined the girl he was with. Pretty, and perfect, and you wanted to cry all over again. 

“I'm blocking him!” you slurred, pulling out your phone and heading straight to your contacts. Claudia nodded along, concern etched in every feature on her face. 

Your hand hovers over the block button. “No! I’m deleting him! He's done. I don't ever want to talk to him again!” you cry, ignoring the cab driver's face as he looks on in disapproval.

“Do what will make you feel better hun,” Claudia speaks to you softly, giving you the courage to block and delete Jack from your phone and life. 

⋆ ★

After that night, you were steadily getting sick. You thought nothing of it at first, chalking up all your symptoms to stress and your recent breakup. It wasn’t until you checked your email that your world stopped spinning. 

Amazon: Upcoming Delivery

Hi Yn Ln,

This confirms your purchase from Tampax

Your visa has not been charged yet - we’ll email you when it has been charged.

Thank you for using Amazon Pay.

Your phone fell to the ground with a large thud, and you ran to your kitchen to check your calendar. You flipped through the pages, looking for the little red dots that signified the days that you had gotten your period. You flipped through the months.

February

January

December

You couldn’t think as you stuffed your feet into your ugg boots. You put your jacket on while you half-ran down the stairs, and if it weren’t for the man on the 3rd floor grabbing your arm to steady you, you would've crashed down the remaining flights. 

Your nearest bodega was only one block away, and when you got there a minute later, panting and trying to catch your breath, reality had finally set in. 

Your breathing was laboured and loud as you came to a stop in front of the pregnancy tests. How was this your life? 

You bought one of every kind, and you tried to ignore the burning gaze of the cashier who rang all your items through. 

“That’ll be $65.24” 

It seemed like less than a minute later you were back in your apartment. All of your surroundings blur into nothingness as you pull the tests out of your coat jacket. 

You stumble into your bathroom, slam the door shut behind you, and peel off your leggings. 

You decide to take all the tests at once, leaving only two for backups in case you did something wrong. The last test shook violently in your hand, and only then did you realize that you were crying. 

Positive

Pregnant

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Two lines

⋆ ★

The first thing you had done when you found out you were pregnant last night was block Jack Hughes. He was the only person you had slept with in the past 3 months, and in your frustration you blamed him. Your relationship was over with, he had moved on, and now you were pregnant? Life was cruel. 

After a long debate, a night full of crying, and an afternoon of rest and relaxation… you decided it was best that you told Jack about the pregnancy. 

You type in Jack's contact: a nickname, two white hearts and a sword emoji that represented something you couldn’t quite recall in your panic induced state. When his nickname showed no results, you hit the backspace button and typed in his full name, which you assumed you might have switched to when you saw him out with another girl. 

No result. 

You dropped your phone into the sink with a loud clatter. 

fuck. 

That night's events replayed in your mind like a bad film. You had blocked and deleted Jack's contact. 

You wipe the tears from your eyes with the back of your hand, breathing in deeply as you reach into the sink and pick up your phone. Everythings fine… you have him on instagram. You can just message him there. 

jackhughes

unblock

Life truly was cruel, you thought, sobs racking your body as you let yourself slide onto your bathroom floor. 

You unblocked Jack, only to find that his follow was removed. 

It's fine… you reassured yourself as you hit the unblock button and started drafting your message. He’ll see it. He has too. 

⋆ ★

You checked to see if he had seen the dm the next evening, and to your surprise, you were blocked.

Tears immediately started blurring your vision and you couldn't help but cry out in pain. 

What the fuck were you going to do.

part two

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love confessions in line

Another stupid little thing because I’m in the car and bored. It’s not edited or really anything much beyond just putting these boys in love in situations.

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“Why do we have to be here so early? My dinner hasn’t even digested properly yet,” Robin complained.

And, okay. It was cold and there were a lot of people standing in line outside of the only Walmart carrying the very specific guitar amp Eddie wanted. He’d called every Walmart in Indiana. Multiple times.

But he had to go all out for Christmas this year. Eddie had already said he’d gotten Steve something he’ll never outdo, never even believe. Obviously, that meant Steve had to do better than the Metallica hoodie that was stashed in his closet for the last four months.

“It’ll be worth it. There’s hardly anyone in line ahead of us and if we go straight to the electronics in the back—“

“You mean where everyone is going?” Robin interrupted, folding her arms across her chest.

Steve sighed.

“Yeah, well. I’ll run. It’ll be fine. I doubt anyone else here is interested in a guitar amp.”

As if the words ‘guitar amp’ were magic, someone who looked a lot like Eddie walked up to one of the security officers standing by the front doors.

Robin noticed at the same time as him.

“Is that…?”

“It can’t be. He said he was going fishing with Wayne in the morning and didn’t wanna end up stuck in crowds shopping,” Steve said.

But then the man turned back to the line.

“Steve?” Eddie yelled, eyes going wide when he realized Steve and Robin were there.

“Uh.”

“Um.”

“I thought you guys were going to Indy for this!” Eddie smiled as he walked up to them. “I don’t think this store will have what you’re lookin’ for.”

Steve panicked. There’s only one thing Eddie could be here for. He could go anywhere else. He could have stayed in Hawkins for that matter.

“Uh. Just wanted a change of scenery.”

Eddie’s brows furrowed as his smile fell slightly.

“O…kay. Well, I’ve got an amp to buy so I guess we’re all in this together now.”

Steve ignored Robin’s snort and mumbling.

Eddie glanced over at her with a questioning face.

“You two are unbelievable. Truly.”

“What? Why?” Eddie asked, genuinely curious.

His finger traced along the back of Steve’s hand subtly, out of sight of the people behind them in line.

“I.” Steve sighed.

Oh well. Maybe he could just try to get concert tickets the next time Ozzy came to Chicago.

“I was gonna get the amp for you for Christmas. I’ve been planning it for weeks,” Steve said, looking down at the ground.

Eddie was surprisingly quiet.

Absolutely no response.

After a full minute, Steve made eye contact with him.

He had tears building in his eyes and Steve felt himself start to tear up, too.

“You were?” Eddie choked out. “But this is-“

“The only place selling it on sale in the state, yeah.”

Robin was grumbling to herself again, but neither of them were paying attention anymore.

“How did you even know?” Eddie asked after a deep, calming breath.

“You mentioned it last month after a gig. Said you needed a new one anyways and this was top of the line or something. That a lot of the bands you like were switching to this kind for studio recording or whatever because of the…crisp? Sound? And then when no one else was selling it at all, I had to call around the Walmarts to see who had it on sale because $300 is a lot of money, Eds, and I wish I could afford that, but I don’t really have that lying around after paying for school and rent so when this place finally said they’d have it for $100, I made Robin promise to come with me since you’d be busy. And I guess you’re not that busy, but. I needed to do my best to get it.”

Eddie’s smile grew the longer Steve rambled. Robin was already walking away, probably back to Steve’s car, halfway through his speech.

“I love you.”

Steve’s jaw dropped in shock.

They’d been saying it in every way except this way for months, nearly a year, really.

It started as Steve taking care of Eddie when everyone else was busy taking care of the Upside Down.

It kept going as Steve was the one listening to Eddie slowly pick the guitar back up, working through the crying about his fingers not working right or his arm getting tired too quickly.

And then five months ago, Steve kissed him.

Took the plunge and kissed him.

They’d done everything together since. They’d become boyfriends. They came out to their group, together, always together.

And now, in a Walmart parking lot during the busiest shopping day of the year, Eddie was telling Steve he loved him.

“Because of the amp?” Steve asked, hesitant.

Eddie knew what he was really asking.

Because I’m buying you something nice?

“No, sweetheart. Because you listen to me. You know what makes me happy. You’re doing something for me that no one else would have even bothered to try to do.” Eddie laughed. “I have never wanted to kiss you as much as I want to right now.”

“Not even that time I wore a crop top and your boxers?”

Eddie groaned. “That was an outlier. You know how that affected me.”

“Oh, I sure do,” Steve smirked. “Too bad we’re in public.”

“The doors open in an hour right?” Eddie asked, checking his watch.

“Yep.”

“And then you have to take Robin to her parent’s house?”

“Probably should.”

“And then what?” Eddie asked, already knowing exactly what.

“And then I’ll come to the trailer and I’ll walk right to your room and hopefully-“ Steve cut himself off to whisper the next part. “You’ll be naked.”

Eddie’s brows raised. “You want me naked? What about Wayne being home?”

“Wayne’s been sleeping with ear plugs for months now. Can’t hear a thing,” Steve pats Eddie’s blushing cheek. “Said he didn’t need to hear what his nephew got up to.”

“We really should just move my stuff into your new place,” Eddie suggested for the fifth time in as many days.

Steve wasn’t opposed at all.

In fact, he’d planned on asking him to move in once he got more settled.

But.

“Wayne wanted another Christmas with you at home, baby. He won’t say it, but when I brought up you moving in with me, I thought he was actually gonna cry.”

“Yeah, yeah. With this new amp, he’ll change his mind.”

“What makes you think you get this amp before Christmas?” Steve put his hands on his hips.

“Because now I know you’re getting it!”

“Uh-huh. And it’s getting wrapped with your other gift to be opened on Christmas morning. No early gifts on my watch.”

“Steeeeeeve. Please! I could use it at our show next week!”

Steve shook his head. “Your amp works fine. Christmas is only a month from now.”

“You’re getting revenge on me,” Eddie pouted.

“Revenge for what?” Steve snorted.

“You know what.”

Steve did. He felt his cheeks and neck heat up with a blush.

“Fine. Yes. Maybe it’s a little bit revenge.”

Eddie huffed, but didn’t argue further.

“You know I love you, too, right?” Steve whispered.

And Eddie forgot about everything else except the way Steve was looking at him, like he needed Eddie to understand how much he loved him.

“Yeah, sweetheart. I do.”

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Three days later, Steve set the amp up in the second bedroom of his rented house.

When Eddie came over, he pushed him into the room and wrapped his arms around his waist.

“You can play it here, but I’m still wrapping it up for Christmas and you aren’t allowed to bring it to shows until after. Okay?”

Eddie was bouncing on his toes and squeezing Steve’s hands so hard he was losing feeling.

“Okay! Thank you, thank you! I love you! Thank you!”

Eddie smacked a kiss on Steve’s cheek before pulling away and running to the amp.

“You need your guitar, honey,” Steve laughed.

“Right!” Eddie ran from the room to grab his guitar from his van.

Steve shook his head, but couldn’t help his fond smile as the front door banged open.

#steddie #steve harrington #eddie munson #stranger things #drabble #Black Friday is a curse but if you think I’m not gonna write these idiots in the situation #robin buckley

[stsgluver]

synopsis. gojo satoru always wins.

wc. 880

tags. gojo x reader, fluff, spoilers for 236, possible spelling mistakes I have not proofread this (do I ever?)

a/n. currently clearing out all my old wips. i've already written this in a different version I think but idc bc if i write about him coming home enough times he will eventually do it. my next few works are probs going to be my rich boy!gojo drafts

there was a brief moment when the world stilled. the air was squeezed from your lungs as everything around you slowly began to spin and you weren’t sure the last time you had slept – had it been that long that the hallucinations were finally starting to kick in?

“oh my god.” those were the only words you could utter in your state of disbelief. you couldn’t close your eyes: you couldn’t risk him disappearing. if you were brave enough, you’d reach out to trace the new scars carved into his porcelain skin.

“you can’t say that, you know how my ego is,” gojo looked as gorgeous as ever, arm raised as he leant against the doorframe of his apartment. the same apartment you’d set up camp in nineteen days ago and had only left when yuuji brought you some food. you’d lost too much to process and you were a shell of the person gojo had kissed goodbye to before he left for shibuya. there were deep purple bags under your eyes, your hair was loosely tied back in a messy bun that probably hadn’t been properly washed or brushed in several days and your clothes were probably just gojo’s – you’d been desperate for some sense of familiarity. 

he looked like he hadn’t just been sealed away in another realm. the only evidence of a struggle were his new scars that seemed to decorate every inch of available skin, beyond that he looked excited to be alive, his fitted clothes clinging to him. his cursed energy was terrifyingly immense and you knew him well enough to know he was still riding off of a high that came with fighting for him. 

you were scared to ask who had been the opponent – never would the world’s strongest sorcerer be injured and not cause equal amounts of harm in return. he had a title to uphold after all, something to prove.

“not even a hello?” he shook his head, crossing his arms in front of his chest as he tsked you. he was so casual in his mannerisms, playing it all off as though he hadn’t spent what felt like an eternity counting down the seconds so that he could see you again. “you can’t have forgotten me that quickly.” he was practically whining now, desperate for the love and warmth you gave him but not daring to cross the threshold and smother you. 

you weren’t a sorcerer and though you understood some of his world, there was so much more that you didn’t. gojo would be lying if he said he wasn’t scared that one day it would be too overwhelming for you and you’d leave him like everyone else had. 

so he did what he did best: masked his insecurities with a sarcastic humour that held no bite: “don’t tell me there’s another man in the house.”

you smiled, and blinked, and you were suddenly here again; in the moment with him and not a thousand miles away wondering what the hell he’d been through. a lone tear slipped down your cheek and gojo ached to wipe it away.

“are you… are you real?” your voice was still shaky and if it wasn’t for the complete silence, you doubted that he would’ve been able to hear you. 

but he did, and then his arm is up against the doorframe again and he was gesturing to his physique as he complimented himself, “super powerful, mega rich and dashingly handsome? i know how perfect i may seem but i’m very real.” he winked and suddenly it was like you remembered that you have free will, practically jumping into his arms.

gojo wasn’t phased as he tucked you tightly into his body, his cursed technique completely dropped for the first time in what felt like forever. his body breathed a sigh of relief as his muscles ached.

“you’re such a jackass,” you lifted up your head to rest against his chest, eyes shining with tears that didn't fall.

gojo nodded slowly, brushing back the loose strands of your hair as he stared at you adoringly, “you love me.”

“mhmm,” you hummed, taking a step back from his longing arms to look up at him through your lashes. “y’know,” you traced a finger across the material on his chest, “you could make it up to me by closing your eyes.” his breath hitched ever so slightly under your touch. you leant in so that your lips almost touched his ear, “i need to kick my boytoy out. things could get kinda awkward if you two saw each other.”

it would be easier to list the things gojo wouldn’t do for you. he squeezed his eyes tightly shut, even going as far as to hold a hand over them. “how pretty is he on a scale of 1-10?”

there was a pause before you responded, as you took in every inch of the man that stood before you. a god in a mortal’s body. one that lived and breathed and worshipped you. “he’s gorgeous,” you whispered, breathless simply from his existence alone. and then he’s smiling and laughing and picking you up, spinning you in a circle and telling you how much he loves you and for a few brief seconds he’s just satoru and you’re just his.

#gojo #gojo x reader #gojo satoru #gojo drabbles #jjk gojo #jjk 236 #jjk spoilers #gojo imagines #gojo fluff #satoru

[vodika-vibes]

hi again!! i figured since your follower event is almost over i’d request one more thing from you! i was thinking topaz with wrecker please during the early morning like breakfast time if that makes sense?

the reader is kinda like the opposite personality to wrecker (not like totally mean but like they’re quiet and can come off as intimidating to most people), but wrecker is the only one who can make the reader smile and laugh and stuff like that. and can you please make the reader gender neutral?

Syrupy Kisses

Summary: You’re not much of a breakfast person, the most you do is have some caf as you start your day, but Wrecker is.

Pairing: TBB Wrecker x GN!Reader

Word Count: 616

Prompt: Topaz - Affectionate Love

Warnings: One suggestive comment

Tagging: @trixie2023 @n0vqni @imabeautifulbutterfly

A/N: Thank you for your request! I hope this is close to what you wanted. I personally don't like eating breakfast, something I learned from my mom, so the reader is the same way.

“Morning, Mesh’la!” Wrecker says from where he’s digging around the cabinets as you enter the kitchen. “I didn’t wake ya, did I?”

You shake your head, and then, realizing that he can’t see you, you add, “No, you didn’t. No need to worry, Wreck.”

He turns and beams at you over his shoulder, “Good! I’m making breakfast. Want some?”

“Just some caf, Wrecker. There’s no need to go through all that trouble for me.” You reply as you step around the table and slide your arms around his waist.

“It’s no trouble. I’m happy to do it.” He carefully turns in your arms and rests his strong arms on your shoulders, “I’m making waffles,” He tempts, “With chocolate chips.”

“Mm, tempting, but I’ll stick with the caf.”

His hands drop to your waist, and he effortlessly lifts you to sit you on the counter next to where he’s working, “You’re gonna waste away, mesh’la.”

“With as much as you feed me, I highly doubt that.” You lean against the wall and watch him pour you a mug of caf, and prepare it like you prefer, and then he presses it into your hands.

“One caf,”

You gratefully take the mug and set it next to you, before you reach out and lightly press your hand against his cheek, “You’re too sweet to me, Wrecker.”

He leans his hip against the counter, and leans into your touch, “Well now, I’m sure that’s not possible.” Wrecker replies in a quiet rumble. 

You laugh softly, “I got a comm from my sister last night, after you fell asleep.”

“Oh? What’d she say?” He asks as he taps the inside of your knee to make space for him between your legs.

“That it’s not nice of me to intimidate someone as kind as you into dating me.” You reply blandly.

Wrecker laughs, his forehead falling to rest on your shoulder, “Intimidating? Oh, mesh’la, you’re quiet sure. But not intimidating in the least.” He pulls back and presses a kiss to the tip of your nose, “Omega is more intimidating than you.”

Your lips curl up into a smile as you press your free hand against his chest, “I’m not sure how I feel about being deemed less intimidating than a thirteen year old girl, but-”

He laughs again, and this time leans in to kiss you properly. 

Like everything else in his life, Wrecker kisses with an enthusiasm that would be overwhelming if you weren’t able to match it. “I think your sister just doesn’t know you well, mesh’la.”

“She’s always thought I was a bit scary.” You admit.

“Quiet. Not scary.” Wrecker kisses you again and again. “I don’t think you’re scary in the slightest. I think you’re perfect. My perfect mesh’la.”

Your face heats, and Wrecker grins at you. “I’m hardly-”

“Mm, the most perfect. When you kiss me. When you cuddle with me. When you do that thing with your tongue that I really like-”

You press your hand over his mouth, your face burning a little hotter, “I thought this was breakfast hours, not praise me until I can’t function hours.” You say.

He kisses the palm of  your hand, “I can do both. I’m a very talented man. And you deserve all of the praise.”

“Please don’t.”

He chuckles and kisses you one more time, “I’ll stop, but only because I love you and because you said please.”

“I love you too,” You whisper, “And, thank you.”

He winks at you and kisses you one more time, before he finally pulls back to start making breakfast properly. And you can’t help but think that you want this forever. Or as long as he’ll have you.

#star wars #tbb #vodika-vibes 500 followers celebration #tbb wrecker x reader #wrecker x reader #star wars fanfiction #x reader fanfiction #gn!reader fic #answered asks

[bonny-kookoo]

Jungkook

𝓣𝓪𝓴𝓮 𝓒𝓪𝓻𝓮 : [How To Trust]

Everyday brings new challenges, new miracles, and new faces into his life. And yours, he decides, shouldn't look so scared all the time.

Tags/Warnings: Hospital/Medical AU, Doctor!Jungkook, slightly aged up!Jungkook, Doctor!Yoongi, Nurse!Jimin, Doctor!Namjoon, Surgeon!Hoseok, mentions of Anaesthetist!Taehyung, blood, medical terms, hospital stuff come on this is a medical au, mentions of panic, mentions of vomiting but not descriptive, mentions of suspected abuse, mentions of actual abuse (mental/physical)

Length: 4.4k words

THERE IS NO TAGLIST FOR THIS FIC!

A/N: Please do not come for my throat if some stuff doesn't make sense. I've tried hard, but I'm not a doctor, and so none of this should be taken too seriously. Treat it like a medical drama. Those ain't real either haha also how big do I have to make the warning that there's no taglist for people to realize there is no taglist

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"Do you have a girlfriend, young man?" The elderly hybrid giggles, her owner and husband on a chair sitting close to her bed shaking his head as Jungkook chuckles himself, adjusting the drip for her medication.

"I do not, Miss Yong." He informs her. "With a job like mine, it's a bit difficult." He explains, shrugging. He's got to talk a bit louder so she can hear him properly, but he's positively surprised by her otherwise overall good health. She's way past the typical age where Hybrids are known to decline, after all. A little bit of hearing loss is nothing compared to what he usually sees in hybrids her age.

"Oh that's such a shame." She whines to her husband at her side. "He's such a handsome friend, isn't he? You must go on dates, at least!" She whispers at him, but he just laughs.

"I'm sorry, she can be nosy." Her husband apologizes for her, though Jungkook simply shakes his head.

"No worries. She's completely allowed to be nosy." He charmingly says, making the older woman laugh to herself, her floppy ears just as grey as her hair. "Are you in any pain right now?" He asks her, but she shakes her head, visibly drowsy from the pain medication she's already been given for her fractured ankle. "That's good. I'll go check up with my coworkers on the scans, and then I'll be right back to discuss how we'll proceed from here, is that alright?" He asks, and she nods.

"I've got my company right here." She smiles at her husband who holds her had with an equally warm expression.

When Jungkook walks to the small area for staff to discuss the scans, he can't help but shake his head amazed, Jimin laughing as well. "She's awfully energetic for her age." Jimin grins brightly, clicking away on the computer to find the scans from earlier, Hoseok close by nodding to himself. "To imagine her being almost sixty. Amazing." Jimin smiles to himself.

"The fracture is a bit complicated, and I doubt she'll walk perfectly fine in the future even after surgery-" Hoseok informs, showing Jungkook the scans. "But she'll be fine. I doubt she's going into any sort of competitive sports at her age anyways." He chuckles.

"I've already printed all the forms out for her admission, filled out what I can. I'll just need your signatures and other info I didn't bother to do." Jimin jokes.

"You think she's still high risk surgery?" Hoseok asks, referring to the patient. "Considering her age. I'm a little worried about anesthetics."

"She's got no blood pressure issues or any other health problems we'd usually see in hybrids her age. So no- while I'd love you to stay a bit careful, I don't think she's high risk." He nods. "Taehyung should stand by during the surgery to watch over everything if that makes you more comfortable." He says, and Hoseok nods.

"Right, he's back from break, isn't he?" He chimes up, nodding. "I'll go fetch him then." The surgeon agrees, walking off as Jungkook goes back to the patient as well.

Things like these make him feel proud.

It's not arrogant to assume that he's playing a big part in cases like hers- a 58 year old hybrid in very good shape- things that are becoming more and more common these days. Every new discovery, every new person deciding to study this field, every new medical issue solved, adds to the life expectancy of hybrids. And it's not just them- Jungkook knows that sometimes, discoveries about hybrids' bodies can help humans too.

"Alright Miss Yong, you have indeed fractured your ankle pretty badly." Jungkook nods as he walks into her section in the emergency hall. "We'll schedule you for surgery, but considering your overall wonderful health, I'm not worried." He informs her. "Although I do have to inform you that considering your age there is a basic risk to any surgery present." He says, especially towards the owner and husband, who nods.

"That's only logical." He nods, since his wife seems a bit sleepy. "So how long will she stay here?" He asks, and Jimin sneaks into the room, preparing everything to have her transported to her room.

"It's not clear yet, but it'll definitely be until the end of the week at least." Jungkook informs him. "But Doctor Jung will give you a more detailed insight on what's to come from here on." He tells them both.

"Is he as handsome as you?" The lady asks, and Jimin can't help but snort a laugh.

"Oh, even more so, I'd say." Jungkook jokes, and everyone laughs.

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Jungkook has given an oath to protect life, and he's aware of that- but he hopes whoever's up there above makes an exception for him when he has to commit a murder in the next few minutes.

"You better have a real good reason to ping me out of my bed at 3 in the fucking morning.!" Jungkook growls under his breath, walking into the staff room where Namjoon seems to have already been waiting. "The ER is empty- so is my bed, when I should be in it! Why am I here?" He whines, changing out of his clothes and into his scrubs- his shift is gonna start at 5 anyways, so it won't really be smart to go back home after whatever is going on that needs his attention so badly is done.

"Trust me, I hate ringing you out of your sleep." Namjoon sighs, as he slides a clipboard towards the young doctor, who slips on his shoes before he takes it to read over it. "Take a good look at it, and tell me what's fishy about it." He asks, and Jungkook adjusts his glasses, reading through all the medical jargon written down in handwriting he used to be unable to read.

"Are you trying to test me here?" Jungkook asks annoyed, though he keeps his attention mostly on the clipboard, moving page after page to find what his friend and coworker seems to be hinting at.

"No, I'm serious." Namjoon questions, crossing his arms.

The seriousness in his voice makes Jungkook focus a bit more, looking through everything when he flips a page back and forth. "Wait, that doesn't make sense.." He mumbles to himself, and Namjoon seems relieved that his best friend has seemingly found the issue as well. "How the hell does one get stabbed three times 'on accident'?" Jungkook questions, shaking his head. "On the thigh, too?" He wonders, looking at Namjoon in front of him.

"Owner said the patient had 'moved around' while he tried to remove the butter knife, forcing it back in twice." Namjoon offers, and Jungkook scoffs.

"Come on, stabbing someone with something as dull as a butter knife is already pretty impossible to achieve." The young doctor questions. "But really? And anyone believed him?" He wonders, looking through the vitals once more.

"Read the name again. The owner's, not the patient's." He asks, and Jungkook's eyes widen.

"Jo Dongsun? So that's why they're just gonna shrug it off?" He asks. "Cause he's an actor?"

"Probably." Namjoon sighs, walking back to take a sip from his cold coffee on the table. "But that's not.. entirely why I pinged you." He says, peaking Jungkook's interest as he's finally awake and alert enough, fully back in work-mode. "The patient- poor thing is refusing any up-close treatment, has to be put on local anesthetics, and you know that's not ideal." The young doctor says, walking out the door with his friend at his side, walking back into the ER. "And you've got a hand for things like that. Maybe you can try and make her feel more comfortable so we won't have to medicate her this much?" He asks, and Jungkook nods.

Hybrids are pretty sensitive to most human medications- their bodies still being studied, many side effects still being explored and explained. But until they're understood to the degree that the world understands the human body, they have to work with that they have- and adjust everything else. It's why people like Jungkook are so vital to today's medical system- he's talented in creating solutions for problems no one else would think of, keeps his studies up to date, and is most of all compassionate and kind even to the wildest of patients.

He's also got a certified degree proving his top knowledge when it comes to hybrid care specifically. It's why Namjoon had even proposed the idea to everyone to move you into Jungkook's care instead, though some aren't really on board with it, considering his rather.. wild attitude so to speak. He won't back into whatever the man will try and tell him happened- he will try and get to the bottom of this, no matter how much impact that guy has.

If he has to ruin a career to save a life, he will.

"I'll do my best. If it's a domestic abuse case she's probably pretty terrified." Jungkook mumbles more or less to himself, before he seems to arrive at the corner you're hidden in, curtains giving you some privacy. He doesn't know what to expect, really- even though he's read all of your data, everything he needs to know about your physical and mental state- he still won't know what he's dealing with until he goes behind that curtain.

And nothing in the world could've prepared him for what's behind that said curtain, as he pulls it back and catches his first glimpse of you.

He knows you.

Jimin is currently rushing from left to right with gauze, trying to stop your bleeding when Jungkook shows up. "I assume Namjoon filled you in?" He asks distracted, and Jungkook nods.

"Yeah. How's the bleeding?" He worries, watching how another nurse hangs up a bag of blood to prepare a transfusion to make up for the blood you've lost.

"Those two here-" Jimin points at the ones he's talking about. "Are alright for now, they're deep, but this one right here definitely hit one of the bigger blood vessels." He explains, exchanging the gauze again. "It just won't stop." He hisses to himself.

"Alright we've got the blood here already, which is good because that blood pressure is not making me happy right now." He says, taking control of the situation and nurses standing by for any sort of demand. "I want you to stop any medication you're using to keep her unconscious right now so we don't have her drop any further. Have we got any scans of the wounds yet?" He asks, and Jimin nods.

"She came back from CT a few minutes ago, they should be back soon." He says a bit distracted, hissing to himself when the wound starts bleeding as soon as he takes away the gauze.

"Where's her owner?" Jungkook asks, and Jimin's face shows all he needs to know.

"I'd say too worried about the potential scandal than here." He scoffs. "But trust me I'd rather deal with him than her careworker demon in the waiting room right now." He says.

"Let me guess, elderly woman, sour attitude and dark lipstick?" He asks.

"You know her?" Jimin wonders, fixating a bandage.

"Met them both a week ago I think? Already got a sense something was off.." He wonders. "Gives me a good chance to check on something though. Can you hold her turned a bit, I want to get a look at her tail." He asks the senior nurse, who nods, gently turning you on your side for his friend to look at.

He feels around at the base, all the way down to the tip of your tail, deep in thought.

"What're you looking for?" Jimin wonders, closely paying attention to your vitals as they slowly change, your consciousness returning very slowly.

"Proof." Jungkook simply states. Considering you're above the age of 21, he can't just lean on the help of the law for hybrid abuse- you're too old for that, and your category is too low as well. So the only way he can get you out of this situation, is by providing undisputable proof of present neglect or abuse.

"You think it's abuse?" Jimin wonders. "That's a big claim to make, Jungkook. That guy could ruin your career and future with a snap of his fingers."

"So can I." Jungkook himself simply says. "I want an X-ray of her tail, full side and length." He offers. "And as soon as she's back up, ping me."

"Did she break it?" Jimin wonders, carefully adjusting you back on your backside.

"Not today-" He says, taking his clipboard with him. "-but in the past, at least four times."

"that's not uncommon for canine hybrids." Jimin softly argues. "they knock their tails into things constantly." He claims.

"I'm aware." He nods. "But her tail's ice cold down the sixth vertebra. And that's exactly where she caught it last time I saw her- which means she didn't see anyone for it until now." He mumbles the last part to himself, running off to check with someone else he knows and trusts-

leaving a confused Jimin behind.

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"I could give you options to at least file in for neglect." Yoongi quietly mumbles, looking at the X-rays and scans. "Though if you spin it smart, you could argue about her past medical history being proof of something going on as well." The young man nods, reading the charts on the clipboard. "How do you know her?"

"Met her last week. She'd gotten her tail caught in those automatic glass doors, complained over numbness in her legs right after." He sighs. "Her caretaker was what bothered me most. She wasn't at all interested in her health." Yoongi nods at that, giving the clipboard back.

"Well-" He softly speaks, getting up to adjust something near the patient's bed, before he sits down again. "-I'm not in the position to tell you not to get attached to her." He responds, his gaze on the female feline hybrid in the bed, monitor beeping in a steady rhythm, soothing his mind a bit. Yoongi has been at her bedside ever since she was admitted- no owner to take care of her, instead in government care. No one knows exactly why he of all people is so attached to her, visiting her every day at least once- but it's a well known fact to everyone that he loves her dearly.

Even though, if they have any memories together, she won't remember any of them even if she ever wakes up.

"But I have to remind you that you're playing against a huge name. This will cost you your entire career if you fail." Yoongi says, and Jungkook nods.

He knows this. Going against a name as big as him will put him into the public eye as well- and considering that he doesn't have any foolproof evidence yet, he'd be dumb to actually try and involve authorities at this point in time. No matter what, this isn't as easy and cut-out as he wishes it would be.

"Do what you're paid for, for now." Yoongi reminds him. "Look after her, make sure she recovers, get her back on her feet. As soon as you leave this building, leave her here as well."

Jungkook sighs defeatedly, nodding. "I'll check up here before I go tonight." He says, nodding to the hospital bed behind Yoongi- but he only shrugs, before Jungkook get's pinged back to the emergency room where you're still placed.

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When he arrives, he can already hear the commotion from behind the privacy curtains.

"I have a right to be here, she's just being dramatic!" The familiar voice of the lady calls out, and Jungkook feels like he wants to turn and go the other way. But instead, he listens to Yoongi's advice, and enters the small section where you're being treated. "You! Put your workers in line here, I've been verbally assaulted just for checking up on her-" She argues, Jimin ready to snap at her.

"Miss- okay, let's calm down everyone, this is not helping her at all right now." Jungkok tries to solve the small fight between an angrily glaring Jimin and the older woman currently huffing in anger. "I kindly ask you to move to the side please so I can properly assess her, if you don't mind." He asks, but she crosses her arms.

"You can just squeeze past me, what's the big deal? I thought you've already done that, you've had her here for ages after all!" She huffs. "We've been here four hours almost, for a simple accident! This is ridiculous!" She yells at him, but he's not at all bothered by it.

"Miss I will have to get you removed if you're going to hinder me in doing my job." He calmly responds, noticing how you lean into Jimin's body, something the nurse notices as well as he masks gentle comforting touches as things such as adjusting your gown that you've been given. It's another clue that something's off- the way you're moving away from her, technically a known and familiar and usually comforting person, instead leaning towards a stranger in something scary as a hospital with all its sounds and smells.

"You can't make me do anything." She threatens him. "Who do you think you are? Fresh out of medical school and thinks he's something better! Are you even old enough to work as a doctor?!" She claims, and Jungkook simply sighs, opening the curtains a bit.

"Can I have security here, please?" He calls out, a nurse close by picking up a phone to call for them, while the woman is successfully triggered by his actions.

"Come on, up. We're leaving." She snaps at you, reaching to rip out the delicate tubes connected to your arm- but Jungkook steps in instead, putting his body in front of her so she can't reach you.

"Miss, I can understand this is stressful, but you're being unreasonable." He argues as gently as he can. "I can't let you take her in this condition."

"You're gonna hear about this!" She seethes as security leads her away. "Have fun playing doctor while you can.!" She hisses, being escorted away while still arguing.

Jungkook sighs, and so does Jimin.

"…m' sorry." You mumble quietly, and Jimin immediately looks at you gently.

"You've got nothing to be sorry for, sweetheart." He reassures. "Let's get you properly sorted out now, okay?" He tells you, and you nod.

"How are your legs doing, hm?" Jungkook asks, and now you seem to properly look at him for the first time.

"Oh." You simply say, only realizing now who he is. He looks a lot different than last time- his bangs are brushed back and revealing his forehead, and he's dressed in a more formal-casual style, with black slacks and a light brown button up, the first few undone. It's like he's suddenly aged up five years at least, but he doesn't seem unfriendly or intimidating at all, even though you can see the muscles underneath his skin work as he rolls up his sleeves.

"I look a bit different, don't I?" He chuckles, walking closer. "Are you in a lot of pain right now or is it manageable?" He wonders, and you finally seem to settle down quite a bit.

"Just a bit." You quietly answer him. "And my legs are okay." You explain. "Just.. feel a bit like I'm gonna be sick." You worry towards Jimin who's busied himself with petting one of your ears. When he hears this, he gets a small paper bowl ready just in case, and Jungkook nods as he checks all the vitals.

"Hm, your blood pressure is still a bit low so that might be why you feel a bit nauseous." He reassures. "We'll get some more fluids in for you, you're pretty dehydrated. Do you drink enough water during the day?" He asks you, and you shrug. "Don't know?" He chuckles in sympathy, aware that you might still be a bit dizzy and foggy in the head from everything going on.

"What's too little?" You ask him softly.

"Well, I'd say everything below maybe five glasses in a day?" He says, and your eyes widen.

"That much?" You wonder, looking at Jimin at your side.

"A lot of people forget to drink during the day." The nurse reassures. Jungkook however, can't help but dig deeper.

"Doesn't your owner make sure you drink enough?" He wonders, and you shrug.

"Don't see him much." You mumble. "He's busy. I mostly stay with Miss Hwang, and she doesn't really pay much attention to what I eat or drink." You say, watching how Jungkook steps aside to let a nurse hang up a bag of IV-fluids.

"Hm, I see." He nods to himself.

"Am I in trouble?" You ask suddenly, ears pinned down.

"For what would you get into trouble for?" Jimin wonders next to you.

"Cause I used the phone without asking." You offer them. "I just got scared. I know it's not allowed for me to used it.." You say, and Jungkook exchanges a glance with Jimin.

"No, you're not in trouble." Jungkook reassures. "Who said you can't use the phone?" He wonders, though tries hard not to show his inner worry.

"My owner and Miss Hwang. Cause I'm a hybrid, and I'll go to prison if I do." You say.

"Can you tell me exactly what happened today?" Jungkook asks, pulling a chair closer to sit on it next to where you're laying.

"We had Dinner, Dongsun and uh, miss Hwang and I." You recall, looking at your hands. "I.. we had pizza." You describe, seeing the scene in front of you again. "And I wanted- I asked Dongsun for a piece of his and he said yeah- and usually he doesn't share with me so I got excited." You explain; looking at Jungkook as if to convey that you're sorry about whatever happened. "I knocked over a glass on the table, and it spilled on his phone I think- so he got angry, and I think he just wanted to hit the table, but he- I think he just- he just didn't see that I was sitting too close, probably, maybe- and-" You ramble now. "I don't know, I don't think I remember it right, I think I just got scared and made things up in my head." You stutter, Jimin gently rubbing your shoulder in reassurance.

Jungkook can sense something wrong here.

"Do you do that a lot?" He asks. "Make stuff up in your head when you're scared?" He questions, and you shrug.

"Dongsun says I do. Hybrids do that all the time, he says." You explain to him. "So I- Miss Hwang and Dongsun will know what happened, really. I- you're a doctor right? Why do we do that?" You ask, and Jungkook can't give you an answer.

Because there is none. Whatever world-view and twisted facts you've been fed until now are simply bullshit.

"What.. happened in your mind?" Jungkook carefully asks, as Namjoon enters the small space. "Like, what do you remember happened?" He wonders.

"Dongsun got really angry. He gets angry often, because I'm stupid." You explain casually, making Namjoon's face twist into one of pure confusion. "He was surprised for a second when he accidentally hit my leg with the knife. But then he.. I don't know, it was like he.. snapped. And so he did it again, and another time, until I ran away and hid in the bathroom." You say. "In my mind it looked like he was hurting me on purpose. So I ran off, and- no wait, I didn't run into the bathroom, it was the bedroom. Yeah. I made a mess there- Dongsun has a really pretty white carpet there, I got into trouble once because I accidentally dropped a glass of juice on it.." You drift off.

"Did you call the ambulance there?" Jungkook questions, and you nod.

"That's where I used Miss Hwang's phone that was on the bed." You say, and it confuses everyone for a second why her phone would be there- but they don't think about it for now. "Am I gonna get put into jail now?" You ask, and Jungkook shakes his head.

"No, absolutely not sweetheart." He shakes his head. "You did a great job calling for help. We'll take good care of you, and make sure you'll be alright, okay?" He asks, and you nod.

"I think I might be sick.." You mumble ashamed at Jimin, who quickly reaches for the paper bowl to hold for you, another hand holding your hair away from your face.

"Why is her blood pressure still so low?" Namjoon wonders more quietly to Jungkook, who'd just stood up as well, arms crossed.

"Maybe an underlying issue undiagnosed." Jungkook mumbles, watching you. "Maybe drugs. I'm gonna have them do a urine test for common birth control and hormone blockers. I've not got a good feeling with her whatsoever." He lowly tells his coworker. "I know domestic abuse when I see it, and right there-" He looks back at where you're laying back down with the help of Jimin, another nurse walking in to tell him something, "-is a hybrid who's been conditioned into believing that she can't trust her own judgement, and that she has to abide by everything her owner and caretaker say." He tells Namjoon, walking out of your hearing range for a moment. "Hell- they told her it's illegal for a hybrid to use a fucking phone, Namjoon, that's cult-shit!" He hisses.

"Yoongi has told me you're suspecting something like that." The emergency doctor shakes his head. "Hearing the little that I did, I'm honestly on board with you. But we're not law enforcement. Jungkook, our hands are bound- she's above age and below category for us to use any of the safety laws in this case." He reminds the younger doctor.

"I know." He sighs, defeated. "Fuck, I know."

"Let's make sure she gets the treatment she needs for now, alright? Go one step at a time." Namjoon tries to reassure his friend. "For now, you've got medicine on your side. She can't be taken home in this condition, no matter if her owner wants that or not. Currently, she's legally in our care, until she's deemed healthy enough to go back home." He reminds his friend, who nods.

"I guess that's all the time we get." He worries, watching as everyone walks around, Jimin exiting your little space to talk to another nurse standing by.

And for the first time in a long while, Jungkook knows he'll go against Yoongi's advice, and take his work home tonight.

Your fearful gaze haunting him in his sleep.

#bts imagine #bts fanfic #bts fic #jungkook imagine #hybrid imagine #jeon jungkook x reader #jeon jungkook imagine #bts jungkook fanfic #bts jungkook imagine #bts jungkook x reader #bts jeon jungkook imagine

[slippinmickeys]

Twenty questions for fanfic writers

I was tagged by @agent-troi and @randomfoggytiger Thanks for the tag, guys!

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

53

2. What's your total AO3 word count?

712,000 exactly, which is sort of creepy?

3. What fandoms do you write for?

The X-Files mainly, though a million years ago I wrote two fics for JAG, and technically, I have a His Dark Materials fic (but it's an XF crossover)

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

The Mesas of Deuteronilus Mensae

Prompt Drabble Collection

The Annapolis Grant

Three Part Harmony

A Companion Unobtrusive

5. Do you respond to comments?

I try to! Comments are the only payment fanfic writers get, and it's an incredibly valuable and underrated currency. Fanfiction as a community is one of the most generous you'll find, and I'm incredibly proud to be a part of this particular one.

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

Oh man, probably La Comtesse de Saint-Germain.

7. What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

In this day and age I feel like we deal with enough shit, so I try to end most of my fics happily. I think A Gem-Like Flame probably has the most uplifting happy ending, but then, I'm a sports nerd.

8. Do you get hate on fics?

I haven't yet.

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

Um, probably pretty vanilla het MSR. No shame.

10. Do you write crossovers? What’s the craziest one you’ve written?

I've only written one, but it turned out really well, I thought. It's an X-Files/His Dark Materials novella-length crossover that takes place in Lyra's world, pre-Lyra, called Out of the Little Grove.

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Anyone who steals my fic is going to catch these hands.

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

Yes, a couple of years ago someone asked if they could translate one of my fics to Russian. It's out there somewhere.

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

I jumped in and helped @monikafilefan get Five Years and a Lifetime over the line for a fic exchange a couple of years ago. A fun, collaborative experience, that was like 85% Monika. It's a great fic, check it out if you haven't!

14. What’s your all time favorite ship?

Mulder & Scully are my OTP. Always and forever.

15. What’s a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

I'd love to finish Madam Scully's Spiritual Services, Inc., it's an AU where Scully works for her sister's Psychic Boutique while prepping for med school. Scully ends up being actually psychic and she helps newly minted FBI agent Fox Mulder solve a series of murders. I have it almost completely plotted (except for the nitty-gritty hard stuff), but I don't think I'll ever get it done, sadly. It's just too big a story to tackle with where I am in my life. Though I never say never.

16. What are your writing strengths?

I'm decent at dialogue, have a pretty firm grasp on plotting, and, I hope characterization.

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

My character work is probably my weak spot, which is why I have so much fun writing fanfic--the character work is already done, I just get to play around a world where everybody already knows the characters.

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic?

When I do it, I hope like hell that I'm doing it right. I think it's necessary for some stories and you just hope you're properly respecting a language you don't speak.

19. First fandom you wrote for?

The X-Files, in the year of our lord nineteen hundred and ninety eight.

20. Favorite fic you’ve written?

It's a toss up between Proof of Life, an AU where CNN conflict reporter Dana Scully is kidnapped and imprisoned with fellow kidnap victim and photojournalist Fox Mulder, and they, you know, fall in love. And North of Zero, a post-col novel where Mulder and Scully get William back and have to save the world. The one I totally pantsed (made up as I went along), and it came together like alchemy. I love that story. If you don't like AU, you'd like Proof of Life. If you don't like post-colonization stories, you'd like North of Zero. I don't always like everything I've written after I'm done writing it (a writer's life), but I'm incredibly proud of both of those fics.

Tagging @monikafilefan because she's already tagged, and anyone else who wants to do this!

#fanfic asks #the x-files #the x-files fanfic #slippin mickeys

[naveymoon]

𖤐 With You Part Three (Austin!Elvis x Reader)

Austin!Elvis x Fem!Reader Word Count: 3532

Summary: An unexpected visitor arrives at the hospital to pay you a visit, and the two of you share a moment that you wish could last forever.

Note(s): Sorry for the wait for this part, everyone, it was much harder to write than I anticipated! But I am so so grateful for all of the love and support on my writing, especially for this fic series which is still ongoing (more parts pending haha)! I hope this lives up to your expectations! And I am almost at 100 followers, thank you so much! I am so grateful for every single comment, reblog and like, so never doubt that! As always, all feedback is appreciated, but please be nice! Thank you, El ᵕ̈

Oh, also, I remember you asking for the tag for the next part, so here you are: @amiets2 <3

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"She just stepped out! I ain't even see her, man!"

"Stop being so useless and get a damn ambulance here, now!" His voice is deep, full of rage and grief. His hands are trembling as he pulls your lifeless body into his arms. "Y/N? Y/N? God damn it, baby, open your eyes. I'm sorry, I'm so sorry 'bout what I done. Please come back t'me."

His palm softly smacks your cheek three times, and you can feel his body trembling as he clings to you like the rock of eternity. Hot tears fall onto your pale skin, accompanied by wisps of his hair, as he leans down to hover his ear over your mouth, almost sobbing out in relief as your short and sweet breaths fan the side of his face.

"Thank you, Lord. God, thank you." He murmurs, barely loud enough to be heard above the noise of the crowd. "If you can hear me, baby, just stay with me, okay? You're gonna be just fine. Ambulance'll be here soon and they'll take care of ya, you hear me? God, I hope you can hear me."

Your ears quiver as you come to, the light of day scorching hot on your right cheek as your senses balance themselves with your brain. Muffled words surround you, and you gradually open your eyes to find a crowd of blurry individuals at the end of your bed. You're so drowsy from the medication that you can't keep your eyes open for more than a few seconds, and you groan in pain and perplexity at how messed up you feel. What happened to drugs making you feel better?

Your hand is encompassed by another, "Y/N? Are you in pain, sweetheart?"

"Mm." You respond drowsily.

A worrisome deep voice fills your ears, "Should we get the nurse?"

"Elvis?" You murmur, blinking open your eyes to meet your father's worried gaze. You blink your tired eyes to clear them of the haze and look around the room with all the strength you can summon. Olivia and Gladys are present, but no sight of your raven haired boy. "Is Elvis here?"

Your father sighs, gazing over to the right side of you, which is entirely clouded by black speckled vision in your peripherals, "Yes, but he was just leaving, pumpkin, don't worry about it."

"Elvis." You repeat, your gaze shifting from your father to the right side of your bed. The man who had unexpectedly reappeared in your life, rocking your world all over again, is sitting in a chair entirely pulled up to the side of your hospital bed. He looks at your father before leaning forward and tilting his head to properly look at you. Your subconscious lets a weak smile tremble upon your lips, "You are here."

Elvis looks at you, his eyes twinkling, "Well of course I am, darlin'."

"You..and your Mama." You return your gaze to Gladys, who is approaching the bed to keep an eye on you from beside her son. "Hi, Mrs Presley. Sorry y'have to see me like this."

"Stop that foolishness, you're just as beautiful as the day I met ya," she asserts as she kisses your forehead.

Elvis smiles at your interaction, placing his hand on his mother's arm and looking at you reassuringly. "We were so worried 'bout ya."

"Oh, I'm just fine." You wave him off, a bit uneasy in the presence of your father, who is huffing beside you, plainly irritated by the two interrupting your rest. "It's so nice to see you Mrs Presley, 's been so long."

"Well, honey, the circumstances aren't great, but the same to you," Gladys sighs.

"Alright, alright." Your father coughs, drawing everyone's attention to himself. "I believe that's enough for today."

You throw Gladys a weary grin before returning your focus to your father, who appears to have steam rising from his ears. He expresses his displeasure with the interaction with a scoff before looking at his watch, "Now y've both had chance to see her and lose all ya guilt, you can go. You aren't needed here."

"Daddy!" You and Olivia both exclaim, one stronger than the other. Despite the fact that you both had the same reaction, it was for completely different reasons; Olivia's was that he was simply being rude, and yours was that he was sending away the one person your heart yearned to see, no matter how much your head fought it; seeing him had made you feel almost completely better instantly.

Elvis clears his throat, "With-with all due respect, sir, we ain't here to cause no type of trouble, 'specially not Mama so leave her outta all this. We just wanted to see Y/N, see how she was doin' after the accident. Ain't nothin' wrong with that."

"It's been three days!" Your father answers, his entire body consumed by rage. "Three damn days my daughter been lying here because of you! She was goin' to go on and do so much better after you left her but you had to come back into her life and ruin it all over again, didn't ya? When will you ever stop? She don't need you, she never has, she can do so much better than some wannabe popstar who's just gonna leave her again the second he gets a better deal!"

There is silence, and you wait with bated breath.

You glance at Elvis with pleading eyes, half expecting him to blow up beside you, screaming curses and denouncing your father for every dime he's worth. His gaze, however, is not on you or your father, but on the hospital tag that is tied around your limply rested on the blanket wrist. Glistening tears are evident in his eyes, and the sorrow you feel seeing him like this is worse than the physical damage you sustained in the accident.

"Perhaps he's right, Elvis." Gladys sniffles as she rests an uncomfortable hand on her son's shaking shoulder. "Let's go home and give Y/N a chance to rest, alright?"

You're embarrassingly desperate to keep them from going so soon, so you turn to your father and beg in a nervous tone, "Please, Daddy, don't speak on my behalf. I have the ability to make my own decisions, and 'm happy for them to stay for a little while."

"Y/N.." Your father's tone is a warning, an attempt to prevent you from being hurt again, but you are much too stubborn to let him prevail. "Damn it, I need some air. Twenty minutes. You get twenty minutes, boy, you better make every second count."

He leaves too fast for Elvis to say anything in response, and so the younger boy is left with the weight of the world on his shoulders, knowing not only does he have to win you over, but your father and your sister too.

"Hey, mama, could you give us some time to talk?"

Gladys is quick to oblige, moving to pick up her handbag from the chair in the corner before exiting the room with a polite wave to you.

With an uneasy sigh, Olivia rises from her seat and asks, "Y/N, are you going to be okay here by yourself?"

You're about to remark that you're not alone, but you recognise what she's implying by the way she's not looking at Elvis at all, the disdain present in her eyes.

"I'll be OK." You provide a mild response. "Thank you, Liv."

She gives you a warm smile before following Gladys.

As the door closes behind her, the tension built up between you and Elvis threatens to smother you. He alternates between staring at the blue hospital blanket spread over you, and your face, unsure which is more suitable given the circumstances.

"I thought you'd forgotten about me once again." You joke as you steadily lift yourself into a sitting position by the sides of your bed.

Elvis sits up in his seat, "God, Y/N, no. I haven't stopped thinking about you this whole time. Wanted to come and see you so bad but the media is desperate for getting a story on us right now so..so it was never a safe time. Still ain't, but just had to ignore the inevitable and come see you. Mama knew a way in from her days workin' here and so we had to do it that way, not the safest, but still, we're here."

"I'm grateful you're here." You answer honestly, coughing slightly afterwards. "D'ya think you could grab me some water? My throat's all dry and scratchy."

His eyes are filled with pity and sadness, yet all he says is a calm, "Of course."

You cast your gaze over him as he stands to retrieve the water jug from the table by the window and refill your glass. He's dressed more formally than the last time you met him, but it's still very him, with high-waisted grey trousers and a fully buttoned dark green patterned shirt. You notice the bags under his eyes as he turns around, meeting your gaze and breaking your focus on him. He seems to be exhausted.

"Here y'are, doll." Elvis looks down as he offers you the water, your hands shaking furiously against the glass. His concern for you is evident on his face and in his actions as he wraps your fingers around the glass and keeps his beneath yours for support, his warmth extending to your palm, guiding the glass to your lips. "That enough? Can get you some more if you're still-"

After he lifts the glass away from your lips, you respond, "No thank you, I'm good." His worry remains even when he takes his seat again, so you feel obligated to explain, "Hey, it's..it's okay, it's just a side effect of the pain medication. Nurses say it'll wear off after a few days."

Elvis hums quietly as he leans back in his chair, "There's so much I was gonna say to ya. Went over it all in my head over and over when I was driving me and Mama here, but now 'm here, looking at you, seeing your pretty eyes watchin' me, it's all faded away."

"'s okay, I have stuff I wanna say too."

You smile to reassure him since he appears worried.

"Well..first off 'm sorry 'bout Saturday. When I...When I saw you..all these feelings were hitting me harder than I could've imagined. I dreamt 'bout seeing you again so much but when it really happened, I was in shock." You make an effort to explain, small details of the night bursting like bubbles in your hazy mind. "'m sorry if I said horrible things, I wasn't thinking right. But most of all 'm sorry for stumbling out into the road like that and causin' you all this trouble. I know the media's been hasslin' you like hell recently already."

Elvis is perplexed as he waits for you to finish speaking before interjecting. He anticipated you to still be justifiably angry at him, to have given him a piece of your mind, as he deserved. Instead, you were calm and passive, which left him concerned.

"You ain't got nothing to be sorry for." Elvis expresses himself with obvious emotion in his words. "None of what happened was your fault, 'specially not the accident so don't even say that. Everything ya said to me that night was deserved and true. Hell, I should be the one spillin' my apologies to you, doll. You..you were so upset, I shoulda left you alone, I know, but I just...Seein' you was like my silver linin'; my angel sent from the heavens, you know? I wasn't expectin' you to be so cold to me, but..but I deserved it."

"Elvis..."

He shakes his head, "No, mama, gotta say what I need to say 'fore you go defendin' me like you do."

In defeat, you sigh but remain silent.

"I was stupid for doin' what I did." He speaks this seriously, nodding to himself as though to encourage himself to actually say the words. "All that time ago, when things were just getting started, and I let the Colonel get into my head 'bout you. I was so caught up in finally getting what I wanted, finally makin' a difference in the world and finally getting my family what they always deserved, that I forgot 'bout what truly mattered to me in this world." He struggles for a minute, scratching the back of his neck, while you long for him to just say what he means. "That's…uh, you, doll."

Biting your lower lip, you tilt your head to hear him better, "Me?"

He laughs at your actions but tears well up in his eyes, and his laughter is abruptly interrupted by a sob.

"Elvis." You stretch out your hand to run through his soft hair as he cries into his hands in front of you, helplessly. "Don't cry, please."

He shivers beneath your touch, and you sigh quietly, scooting along the bed's side and pushing down the metal frame before lowering both of your feet to the floor below. As he sobs and sobs and sobs, you tenderly wrap your arms around him, his head buried against your stomach. All of your anger and hurt has vanished in an instant, and all you want to do is make him feel better, no matter what it takes.

You sit on the bed and lift his face to rest in your hands. His eyes are red and puffy, yet they are still their beautiful blue and are full of hope. His cheeks are pale but warm to the touch, and his lips shake as he prepares to let the next sob fall, but w hen you look at him, your heart skips a beat, still hopelessly beating to the rhythm of his love.

"It's okay, honey," you reassure him, leaning in to lay your forehead against his. His eyelashes flutter shut, and he lets out a few whimpers before all that remains is a few ragged breaths as he tries to calm himself. "It's all okay."

He raises his hands to rest on your cheeks, thumbs stroking along your skin in a calming manner that allows him to settle down in a matter of seconds. He slowly draws away to look at you when he is feeling much more composed, watching as you gaze back at him with such an expression that he can't work out what you are genuinely feeling behind your eyes, all he knows is that you look so beautiful.

"Didn't mean to break down like that on ya, doll," he admits, his cheeks shining a gorgeous pink tint that brightens his complexion. "Like-like I was sayin', I didn't realise how lucky I was t'have you there with me all that time when things were first getting started. I know we tried to stay in touch after…but, doll, I hated just being your friend. The 'mount of times I just wanted to touch you, kiss you, and look for you in the crowds at my concerts was just…It..the way I felt 'bout ya..was eatin' me up damn near every time I saw ya."

His confession has you on the threshold of tears, threatening to spill from your overflowing eyes, "Y'never told me. We..we could've worked something out. Y'just left me."

"I know, baby." He murmurs, becoming choked up again. "I wanted to tell ya, I swear to ya, but..but the Colonel said..he said it's best I just..I just move on. Then he just started talkin' 'bout sacrifices again, and I'm…God, I'm so sorry I listened to him, Y/N/N."

"So, y'never hated me?" you exhale heavily after a beat of silence.

"What?" He exclaims, gazing at you as if you've hung the moon and stars just in front of him. "Hated you? How could I ever have hated you, Y/N? I feel so much for you, baby, but hate is not one of them. Hell, you know the stars'll go out before I stop loving you."

"You...you really mean that?"

Elvis sees all the harm his actions have caused you in that one question, from the glints of doubt in your glassy eyes to the way your cheeks are crimson and burning. Your fists are clenched in your lap as you stare at him, the trust issues he implanted shining through.

"God, baby, I.." He pauses, how can he expect you to believe whatever he says when he was the sole reason you couldn't trust anyone in the first place? "You know, darlin', I talk to a hell of a lot of people every single day. All these people tellin' me that they like my music, that they like my voice, hell, that they even like me. I hear all their voices telling me all kinds of stuff, stuff that makes me so damn happy to hear, but the only voice I ever wanna hear saying those words is yours, you know? Your opinion always meant the most t'me. I miss hearing your excitement and all the advice you'd give me when I was struggling to believe in myself. I miss seein' your pretty little face dolled up when we'd go out and I got to hold you on my arm like the luckiest man t'ever lived. My biggest regret's always gonna be letting you go, the best damn thing that ever happened to me."

Your eyes widen as he confesses every one of his thoughts to you, and you delicately pinch yourself to wake yourself up, but you're still perched on the edge of your hospital bed, staring at your old lover, silent tears flowing down your cheeks, unable to fathom the entire situation.

"I ain't expect you to ever forgive me for what I did to you, baby," Elvis says, his hands trembling as they come to rest on your lap. "I know I won't ever forgive myself for the pain I caused ya, as the most special girl I know, but know that if I had a time machine, 'd go back and things would be so much different, I swear to ya. I just need one chance to show ya that you're what I want most in this world from now on, to treat you the way I should've all that time ago."

You almost weep as you brush your thumbs over his knuckles, relieved by his words. You'd waited so long for an apology, so long for an explanation, so long for him to return and make things so much better, and now you'd finally gotten what you deserved after all this time. A huge weight seemed to have been lifted from your shoulders, so you smile at him softly, pupils dilating as your eyes settle on his face.

"What you smilin' at me like that for, doll?"

His soothing chuckle pushes you to giggle, and soon you're both laughing together just like old times.

"'m just so...relieved." He nods, his gaze fixed on you, as though he wants you to continue. "'ve waited for you to say this to me for so long, it's all I've dreamed of for so many months. I'm so..so happy."

Elvis hums, cupping his hand to your cheek and smiling as you nuzzle up to him. "Baby, are you saying you'll give me a chance?"

"You already know how I feel about you, Elvis...you've always known you've got me wrapped around your little finger." You place your hand on your cheek over his. "I can't lose you again, honey, and plus, I forgave you a long time ago. You are all I want, all I need, so yes, this is me saying I'll give you another chance."

His kiss is feather light against your lips, easing you into the intensity you both want to release on each other. 

"How did I ever get so lucky with you?" he muses as he presses another kiss to the corner of your mouth before raising his lips to kiss your forehead.

"It's not luck, honey," you remark, your eyes twinkling with ecstasy. "It's love."

As he peers up at you, he shakes his head, "I ain't never deserved you, not for one second. I promise you that I ain't ever gonna make the same mistake with you twice, I never wanna hurt you like that ever again. You're too damn special to me."

"I always knew you'd come back, just like you said," you assure him. "I trust you more than anything."

Elvis grins, "My girl, my best girl. I wanna show you off to the world, I ain't wanna hide no more. I ain't give a damn what the Colonel says, or anybody else; you are mine and I am yours, and the world will know it."

"Elvis," you are sceptical of his decision, holding his face in your hands as you scan his eyes for any hint of duplicity, but find none. "Are you sure about this?"

"I ain't going to lose you again, Y/N. I always promised myself that if I got you back, I'd do everything better. Everythin' I do now is for you, and for my family, nothing is gonna come between us this time."

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A Player's Aid: Chapter 9

Fandom: Legend of Zelda, Linked Universe

A/N: I haven't properly proof read it because I wanted to get this out as soon as I can, and most of this was written during writer's block so it may be lacking compared to the other chapters BUT IT'S LONGER THIS TIME! I'll read it once I have free time and edit the chapter accordingly if I need to!

Warnings: Foul language, mentions of anxiety (?), arguing, brief mentions of violence (? Wind and Player play fighting again), self doubt/insecurity (? I'm not sure if I would tag this or not, ngl)

The sun had risen over the mountain and the glare of its great light hung over the land, warming the Traveller's skin to a pleasant degree. The morning breeze earlier had been fresh, leading to him to pull his blanket over his shoulders for comfort but with the light came the heat and Hyrule relaxed back onto his log, glancing back to where the two had disappeared earlier. 

It had been an hour now, hadn't it? A long agonising hour to the man that had him the slightest (oh how he lied to himself) bit uneasy. Had what the cook wanted to show really taken an hour? Were you both in trouble? Oh, he knew he shouldn't have let them go alone, perhaps awoken the Sailor and asked for a favour so that he could accompany you both. What if you were fighting for your lives? What if-

So many ‘what if’s but no answers to be given. Tempted to find you both himself, the brunette stood to his full height and shrugged off his blanket, pouring water over the fire as the morning light was finally high over the mountains-

"Link!" 

Hyrule blinked then turned in the direction of the voice, laughing. "Gilda! You have returned to us!" 

Green and glowing in the morning air, Gilda zoomed over to her brother and engulfed his cheek in a hug, the hero’s hand coming to cover her in return. The laughter shared between them was good, lighted the present darkness cast over his heart from worry- his sisters tended to do that, where there was an ounce of distress came the overwhelming glow of love from their presence alone. He missed the comfort of his sisters back within his own time, that was very much apparent, but with Gilda here, it lessened the blow of missing home just enough as well as other shadowing emotions that threatened to ruin his mood.

“The Great Mother hailing from the Village of Kakariko sends her regards!” Pulling back, the fairy whizzed around his head. “I just had to see her, tell her the good news! The return of the Guide! She was so pleased!”

Gilda paused, upon noticing something. Quickly circling the group of still sleeping heroes before her brows furrowed and she tilted her head quizzically. “Where is (Name), anyway?”

Hyrule’s worry was delivered similar to a slap across his face, excitement dropping into fret.

“I-”

The familiar sound of Sheikah magic buzzed lightly through the air, followed by the distinct sound of you and the champion’s voice, jovial and sweet causing him to spin to the direction of its origin- your figures stumbling from Ha Dahamar Shrine, you within the arms of the other hero and laughing as he spun you.

The brunette blinked. “...what?”

What had happened in that span of your disappearance-

Gilda’s voice by his ear made him jump. “He remembers!”

Before the question could leave his lips, Gilda was racing over to where the two were- Wild had carried you over the pond surrounding the shrine, your voice excited as you greeted her. Hyrule made his way over slowly, watching his friend place you back onto your feet, keeping close as you continued to converse with Gilda, hands cupped before you to keep her close. 

"What happened?" 

Oh, what happened indeed. The two of you had known each other for only a short span of time and sure it could be argued that it was the same with the traveller but it also wasn't- your incorporeal form was still you therefore in his heart you had both known each other for way longer than what you both had now- years possibly, but even so, now wasn't the time to reflect back onto the past. 

Now was the time to question what in the hell had happened. 

'He remembers!' 

Could Gilda possibly be talking about-

"Rules!" Your voice was just as excited as it was at Gilda's appearance to see his own, jumping at him to throw arms over his shoulder and squeeze him tightly, whatever expression on his face melting as he leaned into you. "Rules, great news- you weren't the only one I guided!" 

… 

Oh. 

You pulled away in a blur of joy, grasping the shoulder of his brother in spirit and yanking him closer, Wild seemingly just as happy about the news as you. "His memory was triggered while we were watching the sunset of all things- well technically it was because we were both screaming but I think the sunset is a better alternative- ah, who cares about that what's important is that you're not the only one! Isn't that great?"

Hyrule summoned just enough might to share your elation, though it held flaws and a crooked smile. "Wonderful."

Your face hesitated for the briefest moment. "You alright?" 

He hadn't expected that- but then again, you were his guide, he should have expected as much, stumbling over himself quickly to save himself the embarrassment.

"I- um- well-" 

"He's simply in shock."

Hyrule blinked in surprise, your attention turning to Wild who patted your shoulder kindly, sending you a cheeky smile. "He's in shock is all, probably elated by the news, after all, we all take it differently don’t we?”

The look the two shared was certainly something. Hyrule could only describe it as similar to the own emotion he was facing now, mixed with the slightest bit of betrayal. For what exactly? For not telling him sooner? As if he would have believed him, what madness! But then again would the traveller have felt the same way? They were close, they shared a bond so why would he keep something as important as this to himself? The first thought was that of a selfish desire and Hyrule had to hold back a flinch from the idea. He didn’t want it to seem like that at all! But then again, what else could it be seen as?

“Yes, of course.” Hyrule smiled at you, patting your shoulder before moving to hold your cheek.

Your smile returned with vigour and you yanked him closer, holding both boys by the waist with an excited gleam within your eye. “This is perfect! I don’t mean to sound selfish but I’m feeling better already having you both by my side! Feels a little less choked up! I can’t wait to get to properly know you guys- well, know you guys in the physical form!”

You gave them both a hard squeeze, the two sharing another look over your shoulder before Wild looked down at you, carefully calling for your attention.

“Actually, (Name), there’s been something I’ve been meaning to ask you.”

“Oh? And what’s that?”

"Well, I-" 

"What are you doing?" 

The voice cut through like a knife. The sharpened steel aimed towards you amongst all, your trio taking a glance towards a familiar pink-streaked blonde whose eyes were narrowed right onto your figure, more importantly, the arms around the other two which you quickly snatched away, wide eyes trained onto Legend as he stood from his sleep mat, eyes narrowed with a dark glare. 

'Awh shit, here he goes-' 

Wild's stance straightened, almost threateningly as he went to move in front of you, Legend's face shifting quickly to surprise, your own and Hyrule's expression mirroring the brooding blond’s. “Is there a problem, Vet?”

The wild hero wasn’t much taller than his counterpart, a few inches or so but it still seemed enough to make him look towering, the shadow casting over Legend from the position of the sun was something that only added to it. An intimidation tactic, a good one, one which you had been on the other end of and you felt guilt crawl up your spine from the way that Wild was using it to discourage his comrade. You didn’t want this, you didn’t want to create some sort of separation of the group and honestly, Legend’s attitude was warranted if the boys were going to act like this when they finally remembered you.

The hero’s wide eyes stared back up into the eyes of the other and you made the move to tug him behind you, hands up in surrender. “Nothing! We aren’t doing anything isn’t that right, Wild?”

Your face held challenge when you glanced back at the blonde, eyes narrowed with a look of displeasure plastered on your face that made him stumble, glancing between you and his brother, swallowing whatever argument down.

“Nothing.” He corrected, looking at Legend. “Nothing, Vet.”

You nudged your shoulder with his and he ground his teeth. “Sorry,”

Glancing back at the pink-streaked blonde, you smiled something shaky. “Sorry if we woke you, Legend.”

Hyrule shared a look with Gilda before sharing your grin. “Yes, friend, we apologise for waking you.”

One moment, two moments, three- the Hero of Legend stared upon the four of you with a look that was undecipherable. Was he mad? Was he grateful to you for stopping the potential fight? So many questions too little answers, frustrating for some, but you were prepared to stay in blissful ignorance if it meant not having to deal with a fight from the blonde’s side. 

“Is there a problem?” 

What was with these guys suddenly popping up? Was someone wishing for you to shit yourself? You patted yourself on the back in the confines of your mind for only leaping about 2 feet in the air, the group glancing towards Time who sat tall in his bedroll, Twilight and Warriors sat beside him with the same authoritative energy.

It was honestly giving “I just came home from a bender and dad’s been waiting all night for me to return.”

Your heart was going pitter patter pitter patter- and not in the fun way. 

"No, sir." Hyrule was the saviour in this instance, stepping up from his position with a smile as fake as your grandmother's pearls as he did. "Nothing at all, just a little misunderstanding is all." 

Eyes fell to you and you forced yourself to stay strong, standing straighter in your spot. "Yup, just a misunderstanding!" 

A final glance was sent to Legend's direction, still slightly frozen from what had occurred and seemingly festering in his anger when Time called out to him, the pink-streaked blonde sparing him a glance. 

He sighed through grounded teeth. "Everything's fine."

And walked away just like that, leaving your little group to the big dogs. 

"I'll…get started on breakfast." 

Time's eye narrowed. "A good idea." 

The champion began moving away but not without grabbing your wrist, tugging you into the direction of the cooking pot situated outside of the Inn nearby. There was a certain emotion in his eye, softer than earlier, similar to how he looked at you upon that mountain, with a care that had been pushed down for way too long and was now bursting forth from the pressure. 

"I'll cook your favourite." He whispered, just for you to hear. "I still remember it, you always told me how you missed the taste- let me give this to you now." 

Your heart fluttered at the genuine emotion behind his words, strong and untamed from the years it had been since he had last heard your voice. What was he feeling right now? You had a clue, but did your clue even compare to all the emotions that were currently rushing through him? After all, this man had lost everything, his home, his family, his friends- all that he had known and losing his guide after his journey must have been hard, someone else who he cared for and vice versa when he had nothing, staying with him through his entire journey only to disappear without a trace when all was over, leaving him with the all but forgotten Princess by his side, weakly calling his name.

You were surprised he didn’t despise you for leaving, didn’t look at you with rotten anger upon the cliff that sat the shrine. A guess lead you to luck, luck that made him so forgiving, luck that he missed you so and you weren’t going to take that for granted.

Wild’s voice had wobbled when he asked you to join him, his eyes glazed too with held-back tears and you smiled the sweetest smile you could. “Sure, Link, let’s go.”

Hyrule watched the two of you walk off, his heart felt heavy and his skin felt hot, an unknown feeling wriggling within his gut as the scene played out before his eyes.

“Trouble in paradise?” Gilda teased, settling onto his shoulder carefully with an understanding smile.

“I have no idea what paradise you speak of.”

“Oh brother, you humour me- you needn’t feel that way,” Her hand came to rest gently against his cheek, brown eyes glancing at the fairy in his peripheral. “They won’t leave you behind, I know that fear rests within your mind but you mustn’t let it get to you.”

The sigh that left Hyrule was heavy, eyes glued to how you interacted happily with the Champion, smiles on both your faces. You seemed happy, not that he didn’t want to see you that way he much preferred it when it was directed at him, yes, he did, with a smile so bright it blinded him and eyes so kind it made him feel as if he were drowning in care.

“....”

“Oh stop with those puppy eyes!” 

A green flash appeared before his eyes, Gilda’s eyes narrowed as they stared back into his own, hands slapping against each side of his face to keep his focus on her. “Stop letting your fears take hold! For once have faith! If not in yourself, then in them! What would they think if they knew what you were thinking?”

Hyrule hesitated, “I-”

“Don’t even think about it, mister!” With a final soft pat, she pulled away. “You always think about the worst ‘what ifs’ and never let your heart have a break. For once, Link, can you just believe that the world isn’t coming for you?”

An argument was forming in his heart, the urge to rebuttal her plea at the tip of his tongue when a voice called for him, eyes flying to see you waving him over. Inviting and soft, your smile made his heart flutter and his ears flapped excitedly, hands going to cover them in embarrassment at his sister’s knowing glance.

“Go to them.” She disappeared behind him, trying to nudge him in the direction of the pot. “And don’t keep them waiting!”

Gilda’s strength didn’t do much, for she was just a fairy, but Hyrule’s feet began to move without much argument, leaving behind his waking comrades to join your side, sitting himself down on the log beside you and flustering up when you linked their arm comfortably around his own. Wild poured batter into the pot, your eyes focused on the meal as you both chatted, a domestic feeling hanging over his shoulders as he relaxed into them.

The others joined and breakfast was served with smiles.

-----

You did not like getting ready.

Tedious in a way, even though it always ended with good results, you hated having to sort out your belongings into your bag, clean yourself to your best degree and pretend that you were mentally prepared to head out into the world when you were on the verge of dropping from the map and leaving all that you knew to the dust just so you didn’t have to attend some seminar or go to work.

You especially hated waiting for other people to get ready- ready for the day, waiting on the bed with your phone in hand texting your friend a ‘you ready?’ text, getting a response of ‘five more minutes’ only for an hour to go by and still not ready text. Sure, you could entertain yourself with your phone but you had planned this months ago and now you were here sitting like some sort of dickhead-

You digress.

Sitting on the log waiting for the rest to get ready wasn’t the best thing. You offered many a time to help them, but almost everyone waved you off with some gratitude, though Wind gladly accepted your help so once finished, you both decided to explore the area one last time before continuing off to….you had no idea where you guys were going-

“I think we may be a little too far from the camp.”

“We’re fine!” Wind gestured back to the group, still a respectable distance away. “If we’re in trouble they’ll come running! Besides you’re the one who wanted to explore!”

“I’m also the one who I’m pretty sure Time hates so let’s not go too far, yeah?”

“What? He doesn’t hate you!”

“Tell that to the look on his face when I breathe wrong-”

“He always looks like that!”

“Like someone shat in his bedroll?”

The sailor burst into his laughter, holding his stomach with a reddening face while you stood triumphant before him, hands on your hips as you grinned.

“Not-” He giggled, “-funny!”

“I don’t know, I think that’s a grin on your face-”

He went to kick you but you expertly dodged, raising fists for an old-fashioned fist fight which he mimicked, both of you circling each other playfully before he jumped, the two of you wrestling in a messy pile in the grass trying to pin each other. 

"No Old Man to save you this time, shit head!" 

"You're the one who'll need saving!" 

“Oh yeah!?”

“Oh yeah-”

A twig snapped at Wind’s reaction was instant.

You fell to the floor as he jumped into position, pulling his sword from its scabbard as he brandished it towards the direction of the noise, eyes focused and narrowed dangerously. “Who goes there!?”

While it was impressive how fast Wind was able to react…it was also sad. Merely 14, still a child and still very much ready for any real danger. You wondered if it made him sad- while other children lounged about enjoying their childhood, causing fun mayhem to all the adults around while he had the destiny of a hero shoved onto him at the age of 11. From what you could tell, he didn’t seem too upset, but what if that was merely a cover for his true feelings? Did he feel distaste for the goddess that had given him this? Did he regret ever becoming a hero?

You sat up a little as you watched him in awe, slight embarrassment eating away at you also from the fact you were being protected by a child but you weren’t about to fight him about when you knew you wouldn’t even stand a chance against him.

You could hear your friend's voice somewhere in the back of your mind.

“Me, personally? I wouldn’t let that slide.”

JD was always a cunt.

There was another sound in that direction, your eyes falling to the spot behind a tree nearby, watching something quickly dip behind it just a few yards ahead and making your stomach turn, heart pounding against your chest as you slowly backed up.

Tension was a horrible thing- of course, you had to consider the variables around it, after all, not every case was a bad one, but right here right now, your gut had travelled up to your throat, joking you slowly as the world around you seemed to cave in. What was it? Was it the Shadow as the others liked to call it? Or some monster lackey in his ranks, hoping to jump you when you were unprepared? Perhaps a Chuchu? The fear seemed icy cold at that question, memories of the burning pain from the day before sinking into your skin, your arm and leg aching painfully underneath your garments.

Out of all the creatures you knew to fear in this world, you never would have expected something as simple as a Chuchu to be so high up your list of feared creatures.

"Come out." Wind's growl was really that of a hero, even for his age, the sharpened look in his eye unnerving even you as he stepped closer to the tree, sword still raised protectively. "Or these next few moments may be your last!" 

Damn, sometimes you forgot this was the boy that stabbed Ganon in the fucking head. Straight up merked the mother fucker. 

Wind took another step forward and finally did the thing dive out from its cover, wailing and begging for its life as it waddled towards the two of you-

"IS THAT A KOROK?!" 

Your scream probably echoed through the valley, probably alerted the group nearby hell probably alerted the Shadow from whatever dark corner it was brooding in as you saw the magical creature continue to waddle closer, crying into its leafy hands while Wind looked back at you as if you had just the most downright absurd thing ever, embarrassed and ashamed of his friendship with you. 

"Please don't kill me!" They cried, waving their hands. "I'm sorry to have surprised you! I only wanted to see the guide!" 

"The guide?" Wind parroted in confusion but it was cut short when you 'accidentally' pushed him aside, crawling up to the Korok in a wondrous daze. "Hey!" 

A good distraction, you didn't want to have to answer questions you weren't exactly sure of the answers to yet. 

… 

Also because he kinda deserved to be pushed, after all, he was just standing there-

The Korok looked upon you with emotion couldn’t decipher, had it been because it wore a mask or simply because you just couldn’t tell what the magical creature was feeling, you still couldn’t help the muffled squeal from behind your hands as it waggled it’s own towards you in excitement, it’s tears subsided.

“I hope you don’t take this the wrong way,” You started, “But you are the cutest thing to have ever crossed my path, I generally think I could die from the pure unfiltered adorableness of yourself.”

A silence hung over the three of you, Wind and the Korok seemingly staring you down, eyes burning you to your very core and the embarrassment finally started to wash over you. Had you really just said that? Called a being probably 3x times older than your very existence cute? You hadn’t even tried to be subtle, hadn’t whispered it to Wind (who was already judging you terribly) hadn’t thought about keeping the thought purely to yourself, no, you had looked down at the Korok, staring through the eyeholes of it’s mask then stated it to him like it was a known fact.

It was also as if you had just mansplained its whole existence to it.

Knowing that the Goddesses existed was good, you had a way out of this, all you had to do was stand and scream to the heavens how you wished to be smited where you stood.

Someone would hear you, you weren’t sure as to who but you knew someone would answer.

“...I am so sorry-”

“Thank you!” It waved its arms enthusiastically and you once again had to hold back your wail of anguish at the fact you couldn’t even begin to describe in the best detail just how lovable this amazing creature was. “It means so much coming from the hero’s guide!”

Oh no, not again, you really couldn’t have Wind asking questions- this situation was something you couldn’t grasp your head around so how could you explain that to him? What was the guide? Why were they calling you that? Was there something you weren’t telling them? You didn’t want seeds of doubt to start to sprout in the relationship you had begun to form with the youngest Link. He was your friend- you were friends and you didn’t want what you guys had to crumble away because he couldn’t trust you. Sure, with the evidence from Hyrule and Wild, there was the possibility that Wind could also remember was something you would deal with later, not now in Bubinga Forest, with everyone else so close by.

The Korok tilted its head when you motioned for it to stay quiet, mouthing “he doesn’t know.” and jerking your head back subtly to Wind who still seemed confused by the encounter. When another second passed and it nodded it’s head, you heaved a sigh of relief before changing the subject in hopes it would be a distraction.

“What’s your name?”

“Kusa!”

“That’s such a lovely name! I’m (Name).”

The conversation lasted only a few minutes but an amazing few minutes nonetheless, those you had decided would stay close to your heart for lifetimes to come, you would never forget this moment, but then again, you were currently in another universe, so really, would it ever be possible to forget something as earth-shattering as this?

You thought the fuck not.

Wind had been leaning against your crouched back that entire time, moving from his spot in the grass to lazing against you, face in your hair as he waited for your attention. Comical really, it reminded you of your friend Amira’s kitten back home, a hormonal teenager with attention issues who would glare at you across the room until you gave her what she craved, cuddles that was till she had what she wanted and then she was biting down on your hand like some savage beast ready to tear off the flesh from your bone-

Now that you thought about it, Wind did have a catty personality and you tried to subtly move forward, begging the Goddesses he didn’t suddenly have the urge to bite down on your head for ignoring him but with him leaned against you, his body could only follow and now you were bent at an angle with him still laid on you.

“Comfortable?” You asked when Kusa sent you what you guessed was a concerned look.

“Yep.” Was the boy’s response and you merely rolled your eyes when the sound of your names caught your ears, Wind’s hand pushing down on your head to stand back to his full short height.

“Really!?”

He stuck his tongue out and you grabbed his ankle to yank his feet out beneath him, cackling at his cry. “No fair!”

“Your face isn’t fair!”

“That doesn’t make any sense!”

You held back a perfectly timed ‘your mum’ joke, not wanting to deal with the possible consequences that followed. “You don’t make any sense!”

Your names were called again and the two of you glanced back, catching the impatient face of Time that had you both scrambling, pushing at each other playfully when Kusa called out to you desperately, you skidding to a stop in concern.

“Here!” A little cracked Korok seed was presented in his hand, waving towards you before it was placed gently in your awaiting palm, your face soft as you stared down at it. “For good luck!”

You leaned down, engulfing the little creature in a one-armed hug, feeling giddy as his little arms returned the gesture. “Thank you, Kusa- I hope to see you again soon.”

“And I, you! Dear guide!” You finally pulled away, waving goodbye as you chased after Wind, who had stopped to wait for you, the both of you finally gathering with the rest of the group, trying to slink away from Time’s glare.

“Aint no way this guy doesn’t hate me by now, Wind.” You whispered to him but he merely rolled his eyes and you left it at that, saddling up to both Hyrule and Wild who looked over you carefully, Hyrule’s eyes falling to your clenched hand.

“What are you holding?”

“Huh? Oh-” You brought it up happily, opening it to reveal Kusa’s gift. “Korok seed!”

“There was a Korok nearby?” Wild asked, looking over the small cracked seed in interest.

“Yup! He gave it to me for good luck-” You paused, “Actually, he mentioned the guide too…”

“Oh! I was the one to tell the Deku tree!” Gilda circled your head once, settling into your hair as you all began to move, “I told as many as I could! Oh, you should have seen the excitement on people’s faces! They were so elated for your return!”

The three of you paused at the other end of the Big Twin Bridge, sharing a concerned glance when Hyrule looked up at his sister nervously, smile wobbly. “Uh, Gilda, dear sister, how many people have you told?”

“Oh, you know~” She teased, her smile almost malicious in his eyes. “Enough.”

….

You didn’t like those words.

-----

From the comfort of your Switch, Hyrule looked to be much smaller. The map was certainly big there was no argument there, but Link’s leisured jog got you from one spot to the other quite fast, there was also the use of teleportation with the shrines and the towers, so it all seemed quite close together in terms of distance.

The truth was that reality was much different than fiction and you were running on real-world time while playing, the actual time within the game lost to you at the bottom of your screen, too engrossed in fighting that lynel, or chasing that Korok, or climbing that mountain- what you were trying to say was the day seemed to disappear faster than you expected.

It had taken an hour to get past the Dueling Peaks, an hour! It honestly felt surreal when you had finally seen the Sheikah Tower standing tall on the opposite side, eyes wide in awe but slightly downtrodden that you couldn’t experience climbing it for yourself. To see the beauty of Hyrule field at that height. Sure, seeing it up on the mountain top was breathtaking in its own right, however, observing the view from your own hard work would have been just as rewarding.

When it had reached about the four-hour mark you weren’t as chipper as how you started. Everyone else seemed fine, which of course was no surprise but your legs burned with the strain of it all and when Time declared for your first break within the day you collapsed right onto the floor where you had been standing.

Seriously, hadn’t even bothered to walk over to some fallen logs by your feet- as soon as the words had left the eldest’s mouth you had fallen to your knees and face-planted into the floor.

“Are you okay?” Wild had the audacity to ask, leaning down with a hand on your back.

You groaned in response and shifted over to your back with a haunted look within your eyes. “I’ve got a question for you, Link.”

He blinked leaning closer.

“You ever have a Krispy Kreme?”

“...What-”

“Was it crispy?”

“I-”

“Right, right,” You gently patted the side of his face, looking into his eyes. “I think I’ve actually lost whatever sanity I’ve had left.”

“I don’t think so.” Hyrule teased, crouching down opposite the blonde. “You spouted enough nonsense on our journeys, in fact, it seems you’re finally returning to your usual self- glad to know you’re coming back to your senses~”

Your hand landed gently on his face and you pushed him away. “Blocked, blocked- you’re all blocked.”

His laugh was muffled by your hand, joyful and strong before he was grasping your wrist, Wild taking the other and the two of them yanking you to your feet, brushing down your clothes carefully. “How much longer are we going to walk?”

The glance the two shared was not a good thing. You knew it wasn’t a good thing, not at all, your face dropping in horror as Wild gestured you to follow him up the hill you had taken your rest at, Hyrule being called away by Legend leaving the two of you to trudge up through the hollow innard of the giant collapsed tree resting upon the Hills of Baumer, the hero handling you gently as he tugged you onto the stump, leading you to the edge which showcased a large portion of Hyrule field.

“See just before the Central tower?” His hand rested gently upon your shoulder, finger pointed towards a small cluster of trees. “That’s where we will be resting for tonight.”

“There?” You asked breathlessly, a wave of anguish falling over you when he nodded. “No…-”

You walked away from the scene with a mocking sob, collapsing back onto your knees, elbows resting on the floor with hands covering your face. No, no, this was terrible, why were you being punished like this? You could already feel the burn in your calves of an upcoming cramp, the fear hanging over your head- you hated those things, they were the worst and you so didn’t want to experience it.

“Hey, hey,” The hero chuckled, crouched down beside you with his arm gently resting over your shoulder. “You don’t need to worry, it’ll be over before you know it.”

“Easy for you to say.” You huffed, looking back up at him. “You’ve hiked over Hyrule a few hundred times and then some- not to mention climbed a few mountains too.”

“Much easier to do when you have a friend by your side.”

Oh, oh no he was giving you that soft look, the one him and Hyrule seemed to share- was that a hero thing? Making you feel happy and light with just a single expression? No fair, you deemed, trying to ignore that flutter in your chest, they couldn’t go around making you feel special like this just because. You weren’t having it, no you weren’t, but then again you knew trying to fight against it wouldn’t work, there was no way, you just had an inkling in the back of your mind.

So you merely smiled, soft and sweet before gently bumping your shoulder with his. “You’re a softie, you know that?”

“Funny, I could say the same of you, dear guide.”

Standing once again, Wild helped you down the stump, grabbing you carefully to prevent a stumble, your arms linked together when you took a step in the direction leading back to the group, only to pause when Wild tugged you back.

“I have a better idea.”

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“Your insistence isn’t flattering, Vet.”

“Stop avoiding the question and answer me, Traveller-”

“What else is there to say?” Hyrule’s hands flew about in his emphasis, his face a mixture of frustration and sadness. “Vet, my friend, my brother in arms- you have taken all I have to give, what is it that you are so desperately searching for?”

The Hero of Legend was a stubborn man, that was true, persistent in a good way but only now did it seem obsessive, he was always so logical but it seemed to be thrown away in this desperate act to find something that really wasn’t there.

Hyrule knew that Legend didn’t like you- everyone did but this was passing the borders of insanity. He was nitpicking every little detail, every little fault and he wasn’t even giving you the chance! When the Vet had pulled him away earlier to speak with him, he wasn’t surprised, they were close, that was true and so it was to be expected that he would want answers from that morning. But this…this was getting out of hand.

“I want the truth!” The blonde cried, “I want you to tell me what they have done to you-”

“Nothing! They have done nothing!”

“Liar!”

It hurt to see him like this. Hyrule could tell he was struggling, the emotion plastered on his face as clear as day, but what could possibly soothe his troubles? The truth wasn’t optional in that moment, it seemed closer to a lie if anything, but this deceit he was currently giving Legend was no better. The Traveller hated lying to him, hated it down to his very core but it was the only option.

If it meant keeping you safe, he would take it.

“Your desperation makes you blind, Link.”

“Funny, I could say the same about your affection, Link.”

A few moments of silence passed.

“I don’t know what you want from me.”

“As I said, the truth.”

Hyrule turned away from his glare, sighing in defeat. “Well then, I hope you find this truth that you so desperately crave.”

The anger on his face was honestly heartbreaking to see, but the younger man had no idea what else to offer. “Don’t you walk away from me, Traveller-”

“You know this is over, Vet.” The staredown was tense, it was hard and cold and unwelcoming and Hyrule was certain the others could probably feel it from the small distance they had made, some sparing glances their way when their voices had raised just a little too loud. “What else is there to say? That they’re tricking me? They’ve taken over my mind? I’m so hopelessly charmed by their rudimentary humour and choppy wit?”

Legend’s hands clenched and unclenched by his sides but he stayed silent in the face of winding roads, choices on his next words glaring back at him along with the reinforced thread that was their relationship.

Did he dare cause fray or even, he so nervously thought, snap it at that moment?

“Go on, Link, say what you’re holding back.”

“...Have they edified this speech for you?”

“Oh for the Goddesses’ mercy- enough.” Hyrule had finally put his foot down, cutting a line through whatever else dared spilt from his mouth. “Enough of this. You may speak with me once this foolishness leaves your mind.”

Hyrule really did hate this but at this point in time Legend wouldn’t understand. Maybe, when it came the day you spiked a memory relapse upon him, maybe then he would understand but that wasn’t going to happen now, certainly not now with the tension that sparked so strong between the two, glares sharing an equal frustrated fire before Hyrule finally turned.

“Brood here if you must, I will see you back with the others.”

“They are pulling you away, don’t you see-”

Hyrule spun around, still backing up as he threw out his hands. “I’m still here, aren’t I!?”

Legend finally huffed, kicking at a rock by his feet while Hyrule turned back, many turning away from him to pretending to have not watched the two bicker.

The look Time had sent him was a mixture of emotions though, not needing to speak his words out loud for the fairy boy to understand. ‘I will not have infighting within this group.’

Hyrule held back an annoyed huff. ‘Tell that to the Vet-’

A scream echoed and the many jumped into action, Hyrule’s heart dropping as he registered the voice to be yours, hurrying towards the source of the sound, getting increasingly louder and closer until-

“WOAH!” You yelped, narrowingly missing the brunette by a hair, shaking on the shield resting by your feet before stumbling, falling right off your shield and tumbling for a few moments, finally collapsing into a heap in the nearby grass with a loud grunt, laying still on the grass before your hand flew up. “I’m okay!”

A glance was shared with everyone when Wild came flying past Hyrule, almost knocking him, hopping off the shield with a cry of your name as he leaned down and checked over you, Hyrule not too far behind with a look of disapproval. “Did you push them into this?!”

“I-” 

“What were you thinking!?”

Your bore an awkward expression. “Rules-”

Wild’s face soured. “Small accidents come with shield surfing-”

“Wild-”

“But what if this wasn’t small!? They could have been seriously hurt!”

“Traveller-” Sky started but he was glared away, taking a step back with hands raised in an unaggressive manner as Hyrule turned back towards Wild.

Gilda had been resting in Wind’s hair when she had zipped back over, her face creased awkwardly as she tried to pull her brother away, tugging at his hair in an effort to dissuade the upcoming fight that seemed to be brewing, Hyrule and Wild leaning closer with each sentence, faces pinched angrily, fists clenched-

Only to yelp when you grabbed at their ears, pulling them away from each other. “Oi! That’s enough, what are you guys doing!?”

“He got you hurt- Ah!”

“No, he didn’t- and what about you? Why are you encouraging this?!”

“I’m not- ow, ow OW! Don’t tear my ear off!”

“Impressive.” Warriors laughed, arms crossed as he watched you reprimand the two, feeling a familiar weight on his shoulders as he thought back to his rookie days, “Sounds as if they’ve done this before- wouldn’t want to be on the other end of that bite.”

Twilight chuckled, watching the scene with amusement, Time beside him seemingly sharing the emotion as he bite back a smile before he called out to the group. “Enough- this isn’t a circus and we still have ground to cover, the Shadow waits for none of us.”

You finally released the two with a huff, pushing yourself to your feet with Gilda following behind you, shaking her head towards her brother and his friend then zipped up to your shoulder to rest upon it.

Hyrule and Wild shared a glance, the brunette letting out an annoyed huff as he met his friend’s eyes, standing with Wild following not so far behind, catching up to all the while sharing shoves and jabs as they did.

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The further you all walked the worse it seemed to get, Legend’s glaring eyes burning into your skull certainly didn’t help your case either. Having the two boys settled on each of your sides felt constricting and with Legend on your flank you felt as if with one movement you’d be strangled by the weights of their presence. Frustrating, very frustrating, you couldn’t even properly enjoy the sites around you because of how suffocated you felt from it all and it was really getting on your last nerve.

You were kinda thankful when Time stopped the group, gesturing for them all to quiet down from their chatter, slowly and cautiously manoeuvring closer to the eldest to see the small encampment of Bokoblins and Lizalfos, your eyes widening in surprise.

“Those aren’t your monsters.” You whispered to Wild, watching as a lizard hissed towards the pigman that bumped it, “Aren’t those bokoblins from the Great sea? And those Lizalfos are from Sky’s era, what…”

“The Shadow brings them.” He explained gently, “We believe it’s part of its plan but then again, it may just be creating an army with what it can get.”

“For what?”

“I-”

“That still isn’t clear to us.” Hyrule interrupted, Wild sending him a dirty look from over your shoulder. “However, your appearance may be an answer to that.”

“Must you?” Wild growled.

Hyrule went to open his mouth but you interrupted, glancing between the two with a clear irritation that had their mouths snapping shut, attention on you. “Alright, listen I don’t know what’s up with you two but you’ve been acting like brattish children since this morning. I may be oblivious but I could fucking feel those glares earlier.”

When Wild tried to speak you raised your hand “-I’m not done, Link.”

Even with your whispered words, a quiet voice to keep the gaze of the others away from this little spat and to not interrupt the ‘meeting’ between the three eldest, it seemed everyone had felt the venom in your voice, a collective shiver running through the group as you continued, pointing at the two boys to emphasis your point. “This? This needs to stop- now, you’re about to go into battle and this little strop will only cause problems, do you hear me, Link? I won’t have one of you injured because you’re upset with each other so until this little dog fight is over I’m staying with the sailor.” 

A panic gathered over their faces, voices jumping over one another in a mess of apologies and begs but you hardened your gaze. “Don’t apologise to me, apologise to each other- don’t let whatever feelings you’re struggling with get in the way of your friendship, yeah? You both deserve better than that.”

Wind looked nervous at your arrival, glancing back at the two then to you in a way that made you only feel sourer than before, nudging his shoulder playfully with your own in hopes of trying to relax him. 

“What’s with that look?” You joked, smiling with a teasing tint. “You look like a cat who got caught stealing fish from the countertop.”

The audacity in which you seemed to have summoned had him frowning, a familiar fishy frown that had you biting back a laugh. “Oh look, now you’re the fish.”

He managed to land a kick that made you yelp, yanking him by his scuff before he could zoom off to put him in a headlock, ruffling his hair even as he whined and tried to push away from you. “Hey!”

“Don’t hey me- you kicked me-”

“(Name).”

Time’s voice was an enigma, really, completely heavenly, deep and rich, it held authority but also a calming sense whenever he decided to talk- it made you feel safe like everything would be okay and there wasn’t a worry in the world that would bother you.

Time’s voice also sounded like nails on a chalkboard and you meant that in the nicest way possible. It brought pain and a sudden dread, similar to the sound of a gunshot, when it sounded you knew trouble was following- well, you knew that glare, sharp as a knife and as dark as the night sky, would be staring down at you and make you feel like a tiny little Chuchu he was about to squash beneath his boot.

You released Wind carefully as you turned to the eldest, face tilted down so you wouldn’t have to catch his eyes so strong but showing that you were at full attention. “Yes, sir?”

“Ranch-hand will be taking you to our planned camp spot.” You glanced to his side and met Twilight’s eyes, the man sending you a small smile.

But…this didn’t feel right. “I…I uh, I don’t mean to question you, sir, but- are you sure? I mean, you’ll need everyone fighting right-”

When Time’s hand rested upon your shoulder you tensed slightly, an unexpected turn that had your head reeling in confusion as he continued, voice a little…softer than what he had been supporting, a similar tone to your first meeting, soothing and kind. “It’s only a small group, we should be able to handle ourselves with only eight. Besides, Ranch-hand offered after my mistake last time- which I promise you won’t happen again.”

Your heart lightened. “It’s okay-”

“No, it was foolish of me to leave you when you were obviously untrained by your lonesome, even with a weapon, I hope that you can forgive me but we shall leave that till later.” With a pat that made you stand just a little taller, he called for the rest as he walked away to inform them of their plan.

“Come now,” Twilight’s face was soft as he called for you, patient as you glanced back at the other nervously when waddling along. “Have faith, they’ve done this time and time again.”

“I know, I just-” With a sigh, you follow after him. "It's not fair for you to have to babysit me." 

"Nonsense- as the old man said, I offered to keep watch on you- better than leaving you to fend for yourself." He'd whispered the last few words more to himself, but you heard them, looking down at his conflicted look. 

"You seem more upset about that than I am, farm boy." You joked, but his expression didn't change. 

"He knows better than that and I don't understand why he would leave you alone like that." 

You're only mildly surprised by Twilight's disposition. Surprised for his care at such a young stage- you'd barely talked to the man properly from there to now, hell, you had exchanged more words with Legend than the farm boy, but the shock was only mild from your knowledge of how this man was, going from the game alone. Twilight was a caregiver, a babysitter to his village, a hard worker to the families surrounding him- a supposed beast to a man with a heart filled with kindness, that's what Midna had come to learn at least, falling in love with him during their short span together. Well, that's what the manga had suggested anyway and who were you to argue with it? The game was enough proof of their devotion to one another and- you were going off-topic. 

What you knew of Twilight was that he was a kind, selfless man and to show that he cared for you, even in the littlest bit really was a blessing in disguise. 

You glanced over to Epona, then to Gilda still sitting silent on your shoulder, biting at your lip in contemplation before gently resting your hand upon his strong shoulder (oh hell he really did have that muscle- wow-) and giving it a comforting squeeze. "Even wise men make mistakes." 

You caught his eye, pushing on a bright smile at his hesitance. "You can't keep holding on to it or it'll drive you mad, Link- it's fine- I'm fine and he knows what he did was wrong." 

"... You would forgive him so quickly over endangering your life?" 

The frown on your face was telling enough. "You make it sound like he did it on purpose." 

"And what if he did?" 

… The words weren't a comfort, they really, really weren't, your own posture dropping as you both stopped in the middle of the path sharing a look that made your stomach churn. "... What's that supposed to mean?"

Twilight bite his lip for a moment, one moment, two moments, three- and he opened his mouth after a sign. "He told me it was a test- a test for the Shadow- he wanted to see if it was watching us and he believes that those Chuchus were proof but he knows those things will spawn anywhere-" 

"Oh, is that it?" Twilight froze, his expression confused as the worry started to melt from your face. "I thought you were gonna say something like he was trying to get me killed or whatever, you scared me for a second!" 

Your jolly laugh certainly scared him, after all- what was there to laugh about? Did you really find the thought of endangering your life funny, amusing? 

At his expression you paused, making a face before correcting yourself. "Uh, I lemme rephrase that- the reason he put me in danger was for practical reasons, not because, you know, he didn't like me and was trying to get rid of me- which I knew he wouldn't! It's just, it's better knowing that he had a good reason- wish he just told me beforehand so I could prepare myself mentally for getting jumped by an actual Shadow-"

"You should be angry." He insisted, grabbing you by the shoulders, "Furious even, it doesn't matter if his reasoning was for the better good, he put you in danger and I cannot stand by and let you brush your own safety aside just because you don't value your life as you should."

Wow, reading you like a book. You could almost hear the" damnnnn-" across the dimensions from your friends. Never in your life would you ever think you'd be violated like this by an actual medieval hero but here you were standing in the middle of the path in the area known as Hyrule Field you wondered if the right thing to do was walk straight into the nearest monster settlement, arms open wide with a look of acceptance on your face. 

“Ooh, burn.” You muttered awkwardly, rubbing the back of your neck “But, seriously, Link- I am mad, it’s just, well, there’s no point of getting angry and after all, it’s over now-...

“...I’m sorry, I’m letting my own feelings get in the way.” Twilight squeezed your shoulders politely, pulling away after a moment. “I understand that you may have different expectations of us but I still think you shouldn’t allow him to pull such things with you- even if it was for good you don’t deserve to be treated like a testing dog just because we need answers…”

“Thank you, Link.” With a final reassuring smile, you nudged your shoulder against his. “It means a lot that you care, even a little.”

“You’re under our protection, so we must see that you are indeed protected.” Slight panic grew on his face at his words, stumbling “B-But that doesn’t mean I don’t care- this isn’t just a job-”

“I get you.” You began to walk forward, Epona huffing and following after you before you glanced back, raising him a brow at his frozen figure. “Come on- we’re probably going to have to set up the camp right? Let's hurry and get to the area so they can relax once they arrive.”

A few moments passed, his eyes focused on your figure before finally did he move, jogging up to your side with a nod of agreement, grabbing back onto Epona’s reins only to pause, handing them over to you.

“Why don’t you hold her for a while? She certainly likes you enough.”

The bright look on your face was convincing enough for him, the two of you continuing on to your desired location.

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Tag: @nihilistic-wobbufet , @xynnia

#linked universe x reader #player au #linked universe #lu #a player's aid #linked universe imagine

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Day 7-Atsushi/Fukuzawa with kinks Aphrodisiacs and Praise kink

Notes: Really Rare Pair lol. I dunno, it's fun(I'm a multishipper). ALSO DID YOU GUYS KNOW THAT BENTO’S IN JAPAN COST LIKE 3-5 BUCKS? I'M SO JEALOUS THEIR LIKE 15$ HERE!

It was a relatively peaceful evening at the Agency. And that was because he was the only one here. Atsushi doubted that it would be this quiet if they all had not abandoned him alone to do paperwork and went off on missions. Well, besides Dazai. No one knew where he was. They had their guesses. Kunikida had guessed, ‘off somewhere slacking off as usual,’ Ranpo had simply said ‘woman’ and Yosano and Kenji had guessed suicide attempt. Kyouka hadn't weighed in, and neither had Tanzaki and Naomi, but that was because they hadn't been there. Atsushi was sure that if they had been there, they would have had their own opinions.

But anyway, everyone was out and Atsushi was demoted to doing paperwork all day long in his loneliness. It wasn't too bad in all honesty. It was quiet, and the sun was just burning the horizon with orange and yellows. It was peaceful. The wind was gentle and smelled faintly of something sweet, and a street musician was playing faintly in the background. Atsushi was the only one here, as far as he knew. And he had gotten through a substantial amount of the work he had been avoiding, and he had secretly raided Ranpo’s snack drawer(although based on how it wasnt locked like it usually was, Atsushi wouldn't be surprised if the man left it open for him as an apology).

Atsushi leaned back in his chair, stretching. He might as well go to the corner store and get some dinner, maybe replace a few of Ranpo’s snacks while he was at it. The wind caressed his face as he closed the door behind him, tossing his hair gently around, letting the longer strands tickle his cheeks. It was a good temperature, not too cold and not too warm and the sun splashed a pretty sunset over the horizon. Golden hour light highlighted the world, casting it in a brilliant ethereal glow. It was nice to get out of the office for a minute, to walk through the streets, busy with people on their way home from work, and simply stretch for a minute. 

He's turning the corner to the supermarket when he spots it, the cute little bento shop right next door, with a big red ‘buy one get one free!’ sign, and he’s never really been one to resist a good sale. The bell tinkles as he enters the shop, the only other customer, a giggly couple in the corner, barely pay him mind as he walks to the counter. The woman working the register smiles brightly at him. 

“Hi cutie, what can I getcha?” Atsushi can't help the red that scrawled across his cheeks, he’s still not used to compliments. The woman is pretty too, and while these days Atsushi’s type is a little different, he can at least admit she’s pretty. Dazai would probably ask her for double suicide. “Um, I'll take the Katsu Bento please!” The woman, whose name tag reads Akiko nods, tapping away at the register with her long acrylic nails. “Oh yeah!” Akiko looks up. “We're actually offering a discount right now. If you try our new pickles we give 50% off! What do ya think, sweety?” Atsushi’s nodding before he can even think properly. “I'll take it. I also saw you guys have a buy one get one free deal right now?” Akiko nods, smiling. “Yep, so you want two Katsu bento’s with the new pickles. That’ll be 200¥.” Atsushi hands over the coins with a smile, and the woman slides his bentos across the counter. She tosses him a wink as he leaves. “Enjoy baby.” 

The bell tinkles as he leaves, the breeze welcomes him back into the dusk. The sun has sunk a little more, but still peaks over the horizon, as if it longs to stay for one more hour. Birds chirp and leaves spin through the air and a little girl runs past him, chasing a runaway balloon. The afternoon is perfect, but almost two perfect and Atsushi’s almost waiting for Akutagawa to jump out of the shadows and threaten him with a few amputated limbs. But he makes it all the way back to the Agency without any notable accidents. 

The Agency is no longer empty when he gets back, the president is sitting on the brown leather couch by the door, flipping through a book. And Atsushi hates how his heart speeds up a little bit when he sees him. He looks unfairly dignified and attractive as he flips through his book, looking up and meeting Atsushi’s eyes. “There you are, Atsushi, I was wondering where you had gone off two.” Atsushi pointedly ignores his flushed cheeks and speeds up heart rate and holds up the to-go bag. “Went out to grab some dinner. Would you like one sir? I have an extra bento.” The President closes his book with a nod. “I would like one, thank you.” 

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The bento Atsushi hands him is lovely, with one side of rice with a rather generous piece of Katsu sliced across it. There are three different types of sides, including a lovely cucumber salad, a pickled leaf that looks a bit like perilla, and a little mochi for dessert. He gratefully takes the chopsticks Atsushi hands him, giving the boy a grateful smile. The little flush on his face is charming. “This looks delicious, Atsushi. Tell me how much I owe you.” Atsushi unwraps his own chopsticks, a bashful little smile curved across his face. “Oh don't worry about it, it was a buy one get one free deal. They also gave me a 50% off discount if I tried their new pickles.” He uses a chopstick to pick one of the leaves out, taking a bite. “Oh, these are good.” Fukuzawa takes a bite of one and finds he does not care for the taste at all. It has a distinctly mint like flavor, but strangely not and because of the pickling, kind of bitter. He scoops his into Atsushi’s bento. Atsushi sends him a grateful little smile. 

The rest of the Bento is delicious, and Fukuzawa digs in as they talk. “You know Atsushi.” Fukuzawa starts out, “You have been doing exceptionally well with your jobs lately.” The flush that takes his cheeks is adorable, and Fukuzawa can't help the thought, exceptionally cute. The boy has always been susceptible to praise. “You don't have to say that, Sir.” Fukuzawa shakes his head. “No, I mean it. And your suggestion to team up with the mafia proved a very good one.” And, although he won't say this part, he likely would have not thought of it himself, or even if he had, he would have disregarded the thought. He didn't want to think too hard about the reason he even thought properly about it in the first place. The boy smiles bashfully at the praise, his whole body practically singing with joy, his ears and tail flicking happily—

Wait, a tail and ears? Fukuzawa looks again, just in case he hallucinates in his old age. Sure enough, two ears have sprouted on the boy's  head, and a tail flicks behind him, wagging slightly. Fukuzawa frowns. While it's admittedly kind of adorable, and his hands are itching to stroke the soft white fur, he should probably tell him. But he really doesn't want to. Atsushi is sure to put them away then, and they're just so cute! Fukuzawa really, really wants to pet them, maybe run his hands through Atsushi’s soft hair while he’s at it. 

Atsushi still hasn't noticed the ears, and is happily munching away at those new pickles. He seems to really like them, it's almost charming how he chomps away happily, a little smile curved across his face. Those leaves look strangely familiar though, but Fukuzawa just can't place them…

“Um Sir? Is something wrong?” Those eyes are looking at him, and Fukuzawa realizes he's staring. He shakes his head, clearing thoughts of petting Atsushi out of his head. He really should just tell him about the ears, as much as he doesn't want to. He opens his mouth, ready to tell all, but he never gets the chance because suddenly Atsushi is gone, replaced by a huge white tiger. The change is almost instantaneous, and although Fukuzawa should be scared, he really isn't because the tiger looks less fearsome and more just adorable as it pads around the table, pouncing on the couch and laying its head in Fukuzawa’s lap. Fukuzawa almost melts, because his lap is full of giant Atsushi kitty and he just has to stroke him.

The fur is as soft as he imagined, and a deep pur rumbles out of Atsushi Kitty, the vibrations rattling him and the couch. The massive cat nuzzles his hand, almost begging for more pets. With joy, Fukuzawa obliges. 

The ring of his phone cuts through the calm of the room. Atsushi Kitty’s ears flick slightly as Fukuzawa removes one hand to answer. It's Dazai. 

“Yo, Boss? Is Atsushi with you?” 

Fukuzawa chuckles, “Yes, in a manner of speaking.”

“Uh, ok. Well, he’s not picking up his phone.” Dazai sounds like he’s barely holding back laughter. “I forgot to tell him that he should not get the Bento’s from that place down the street.” 

Fukuzawa’s blood runs cold. “Why?”

“You sound panicked.” Dazai sounds far too pleased. “Don't worry, it's nothing bad. They have a few deals and you know how Atsushi can't resist those.” 

Dazai says it's nothing but ice cold panic still runs through Fukuzawa’s veins. 

“Anyway, they have a new pickle that he shouldn't eat.” He hears a commotion on the line, and then Dazai’s voice is replaced by Kunikida. “President? Yes, Dazai was dallying so i'll just tell you.” 

“What's wrong with the pickles?” Fuuzawa tries to steady his voice, but an embarrassing tremor is still there. Fukuzawa can almost hear Kunikida frowning through the phone. “He ate them, didn't he?” 

“Yes”

Fukuzawa can hear giggling in the background, probably Dazai. Kunikida continues. “Don't worry, they aren't poisonous. I talked to the lady down the street and she said it is a new strain of catnip they’ve developed.” 

The panic is gone, replaced by amusement. “I see, well that's not a problem then.” 

“Well, um, you see…” Kunikida sounds almost flustered, and then he's replaced by Dazai again.

“What Kunikida is too flustered to say is that the Catnip acts as a potent aphrodisiac.” Fukuzawa almost chokes, Dazai sounds far too thrilled as he continues. “Apparently, it has no effect on humans, but most cats almost immediately go into a heat of some type.”

“But what effect will it have on Atsushi? He’s technically a tiger.” Fukuzawa is grasping at straws here, desperately trying to tamp down any inappropriate thoughts. Dazai is replaced, but with Ranpo this time.

“Hey boss, did Atsushi eat all my snacks” 

“Ranpo, I don't think that's our priority right now.”

“Yeah yeah, well the aphrodisiac should have an effect on Atsushi, because of the tiger.” Fukuzawa loves his members, but seriously, he just needs information right now. Ranpo continues. “I'd guess there would be like three stages. One, cat ears and tail, two, full tiger form, and three back to human.” Fukuzawa can faintly hear rustling in the background, and a few muffled giggles.

“He’ll probably go all horny when he’s back in human form.” Ranpo chomps on something, probably some chips. “This is good for you, Boss. you can finally stop lying to yourself—

Fukuzawa hears a commotion in the background again and then Dazai is grabbing the phone. “Don't worry Prez, I'd be happy to come back and take care of him, you don't have to do any—” There’s a smack, and then the line goes dead. 

Fukuzawa is frozen for a moment, truly taking in the information. Apparently, the store down the road decided to mutate a new type of Catnip, specifically for pickles? In his old age, Fukuzawa has truly stopped being surprised by most things but this one, this one almost gets him. The massive tiger on his lap purrs, nuzzling into his hand as he resumes his petting, trying to come up with a game plan for when Atsushi returns to his human form and inevitably ‘goes all horny’. He has, to his knowledge, three options. One, he could call Dazai back and have him ‘deal with it’. This option on the surface seems like a good one, but the thought of Dazai’s hands all over Atsushi makes a weird feeling start in his chest.(he knows it's jealousy, but he can't admit it, even just to himself.) Option two is to take care of it himself. And, although it's the most attractive option, that one is out of the question. He has grown much too old to be messing around like that, especially with a much younger employee. 

The third option is quickly looking to be his only option, to simply wait it out and do nothing. And in the end, its the only option he really has.(In the back of his mind, Fuykuzawa prepares himself for the battle of a lifetime, because he’s not sure what's going to happen when Atsushi returns to human form, but he can certainly imagine it. Atsushi’s pretty flushed face, his lips parting in moans and whimpers, his flushed chest covered in pretty hickeys, his voice panting out that stupid appellation the boy likes to use, “Oh, Fukuzawa Sir, it feels so good. Oh oh oh—)

His phone ringtone startles Fukuzawa out of his thoughts. Atsushi’s ears flick in displeasure as Fukuzawa removes his hands, answering the call. 

“Yo Prez.” Dazai sounds thrilled. “We got some info.”

“I see.” The massive tiger in his lap is purring again, and Fukuzawa almost melts into a puddle of sappy joy. Dazai chuckles. 

“Apparently, you have a couple options.” Dazai says. “One, pardon my french, you fuck it out of him.” Fukuzawa clears his throat, hoping to clear his mind of all the images that conjured up. Dazai continues, sounding much too amused. “Two, ask Lucy to do it. Or three, I'm still available to come home and do it for you.”

“Can I not just wait it out?” Fukuzawa hates the green monster of jealousy that rears its ugly head at the mention of Dazai or even Lucy ‘dealing with it’. 

“Nope.” Dazai replies. “Apparently if you let it go he could get seriously injured. I dunno, I wasn't listening to the specifics.”

A small silence descends upon the two men on the phone, before Dazai speaks up once more. “So Prez, can I do it?” Fukuzawa doesn't like how excited he sounds, positively gleeful. “Put Ranpo on please.”

“Yeah, yeah. You know, maybe this is good. You can finally stop lying to yourself and we at the office can stop seeing Atsushi’s abandoned little puppy eyes every time you enter the room—”

A commotion sounds on the other side of the phone, but Fukuzawa doesn't really notice because it's at this moment that the fur on the giant tiger recedes, leaving behind a sleeping boy, head still nestled on Fukuzawa’s lap. 

“Yo, boss? Did Atsushi eat all my snacks? I left to drawer open as an apology for leaving him there, but i only did it because i thought he would be too polite to eat them all—”

“Ranpo, is that really our priority right now?” Fukuzawa isn't proud of how his voice shakes slightly.

“Geez, ok. Did you need something?” Fukuzawa can actively hear Ranpo’s eye roll. “Cause we were just stopping at the store to get a snack refill.”

Fukuzawa is truly tempted to roll his eyes. “Atsushi is asleep right now. How long until the aphrodisiac kicks in.”

“I dunno, maybe ten minutes.” Ranpo says. “You should probably take him back to the dorms.”

“But i don't intend—” “Yeah sure, whatever you say.” And with a beep, the line goes dead. With a sigh, Fukuzawa gently hoists a still sleeping Atsushi into his arms, and starts the trek back to the dorms.

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Dusk has fallen, the sun has all but vanished over the horizon and a thousand stars paint the sky, He only gets a few strange looks on the way home, but it's clear that the people of Yokohama have long since grown used to the strange happenings around the Agency building and he gets back to the dorms, and into Atsushi’s apartment with no problems. It's only once he's stepped inside, when he’s set Atsushi gently on the floor and is rummaging around for the futon when he truly asks himself what he’s planning to do once the boy wakes up. And when he’s settling Atsushi gently on the futon, and is sitting beside it, he tries his best to think of a solution, any solution besides the one that's screaming at him. But he fails, and as he stands, ready to get Dazai and live with the jealousy, he feels a hand on his Yukata, pulling him to a stop, and he meets the hazy eyes of Atsushi Nakajima, awake but not totally lucid.

Truthfully, as soon as he meets those eyes, hazy with lust and slipping, he knows he's done for. But he still holds out hope that he can at least try to resist. He can at least tell himself that he’s going to stand up and leave the boy, and call Dazai. But he’s always been a stubborn man, at least to himself, and he does his best to shake Atsushi’s hand off gently. The younger boy has pulled himself into a sitting position, and is lazily undoing his tie with one hand, the other still hooked on the hem of Fukuzawa’s Yukata. “Sir, I feel so hot.” His voice is a calculated seduction, each movement, from the flick of his wrist as he pulls his tie from his neck, to the low lidded eyes and fluttering eyelashes is precisely calculated to wear down the walls separating his good sense from his dick. 

And yes, Fukuzawa knows that most of this is likely involuntary, but it still works. Too well. Fukuzawa’s green hakama falls to the floor, knocked completely from his shoulders as Atsushi tugs especially hard, and in an effort to twist away, Fukuzawa trips, sprawling to the floor with a crash. He lands on his butt, his hands catching him on the way down, and Atsushi’s on him in a flash, crawling towards him along the floor. Frukuzawa grabs his shoulders, stopping him before he can do anything drastic. And puts up his last line of defense.

“Atsushi, do you, as well as you can, consent to this?” Atsushi is undoing more and more buttons, still gazing at him with those lust blown eyes. He nods, tugging gently on the hem of Fukuzawa’s Yukata. “Yes, Sir.” That address, that darn address makes his dick twitch in his pants, coming to life with a furry. Maybe it's because of the (substantial) age gap, or maybe because it's just Atsushi, but Fukuzawa knows he will never be able to hear it the same way again. 

He wants to kiss him, he wants to press his lips to Atsushi’s own and caress him gently and take his time, but he feels like he doesn't have the right to. He feels, that he already has the privilege of touching Atsushi, because even though the boy seems to hold some affection for him, he’s still his boss, and a much older man, and its natural for Atsushi, a boy who had previously had no one to rely on but himself, to develop a crush on an older source of comfort in his life. And it should be Fukuzawa’s job to gently rebuke the boy's affections, and watch him fall for more suitable people like Lucy(and not Dazai, because that green monster of jealousy is rearing its ugly head once again.) He feels almost like he’s stealing something precious, something he can never return. And so, instead of kissing Atsushi, he flips the shorter boy over, letting him lay lewdly on his stomach, his ass pointed in the air. It's much more raunchy and dirty, and much less intimate, making him much less likely to get overwhelmed by his swiftly growing feelings and say something useless. 

He takes the time to properly undo his Yukata and underlayer, folding them neatly if only to prove how sane and controlled he is right now, and when he looks back, he's greeted by the sight of a mostly naked Atsushi, grinding his hips down against the futon covering. Fukuzawa can feel his dick jump to hardness, because it's quite a pretty sight. The boy is thin, a small waist tapering into surprisingly wide hips and round little butt. Usually, he would take his time, maybe gently caress the boy and press kisses to those shoulders, but he just needs to fuck the Catnip out of his system, and hopefully avoid any awkwardly intimate things like hickeys and i love you’s(if only for his own sanity and integrity as an employer). 

He highly doubts the boy has lube, and so he does the next best thing. He spits in his hand, lubing up his cock the best he can, under the circumstances. He lines his cock head up with Atsushi’s hole, stopping just one more time to check.

“Are you sure Atsushi? I could call Dazai—” Atsushi takes the decision out of his hands by gripping Fukuzawa’s cock, and gently shoving the head into his hole. Atsushi’s back arches, and a whimper exits his mouth, a whimper of Fukuzawa’s name and that stupid, sensual ‘sir’. Fukuzawa isn't proud of how he shoves the rest of the way in, gripping Atsushi’s waist with a groan. It's been a long time, too long, apparently. “Feel good?” He says as he begins to move, pulling out all the way and back in, in long, slow thrusts. “Yes, ohh Sir!” Atsushi’s hands are tangled in the Futon cover, head turned to the side, hair splayed across the blue comforter in a striking contrast. 

He looks heavenly and sinful and Fukuzawa doubts he’ll be able to erase the image of Atsushi beneath him for a long, long time. His moans are pretty, just as pretty as his eyes, that beautiful vertical heterochromia, those gorgeous colores, the color of the sunset sky. A sunset sky overcast with the clouds of lust and devotion. His hole is tight and pulsing, hugging Fukuzawa’s cock in a warm welcome, almost telling him to never leave, to fuck this pretty boy forever, to love this boy forever. Fukuzawa can feel himself getting sappy, because he’s a weak, sappy old man and he can't help it. 

Somehow, all his protests before have vanished all at once. Maybe he’s too far gone, too enamored with the boy and his pretty body to lie to himself anymore. Maybe, he considered as he leaned down, pressing Atsushi’s body into the mattress, letting his strokes speed up as the boy moaned his name once more, maybe this really was a good thing, a blessing in disguise as his colleagues had suggested. 

“Ohh oh sir, I'm cumming!” Fukuzawa gives up on not being sappy, and tangles his hands with Atsushi’s, grinding his hips deep inside the boy as he cums, letting himself go not soon after. And, as he cleans the boy up a little and pulls the futon covers over his sleepy form, he lets himself seriously consider courting Atsushi, and gives the Bento box a five star review.

(And he never did hear Sir the same way again, every time Atsushi uttered the word it reminded him of that night, and made him flush in a business meeting. )

End Notes: Also, did you know that technically, catnip counts as an aphrodisiac when promoting cat mating? Well i didn't, and i learned it when i had to do research for this fic man. Also tigers don't really respond to catnip, but now they do because I said so.(and because i made up a mutation of it)

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[snnbnny]

Hey there. Sad anon again.

I got into a fight with my boyfriend recently, he keeps saying im needy. Could you cheer me up with some fluff of Bakugo and maybe Kirishima cheering up their she/her s/o after a bad day? Thank you

note 4 anon: oh love, I'm so sorry- of course i'll cheer you up the best I can!! I don't know the situation so I can't offer advice but I can say I doubt you are to needy and he's being a jerk!!

Katsuki Bakugou and Eijiro Kirishima Cheering up their S/O after they had a bad day!!

Characters: K.Bakugou x Fem! reader x E. Kirishima

C/W: poly! kiribaku x reader, hurt/comfort, prohero Kiri and Baku, pet names (angel, babe, princess, baby), soft baku.

Tagging: @kiribakuswife @todorollz

『••✎Now loading,,, a little chicken soup for the hurting,,,, ✎••』

It was just one of those fucking days, everything- and you mean everything- was going haywire. It had started as soon as your boyfriend left for hero-work, the door had only just slammed shut with Katsuki's normal aggressive flare when you had violently stubbed your toe on the butcherblock.

The was only the beginning.

One of your newer acrylic nails broke off, one of your normally well behaved pets had peed on the floor, one of your coworkers had cussed you out over text for taking the day off which forced them take over your shift due to being the only one available, you had accidently consumed some soured milk in your cereal which you had decided to be your lunch, your phone charger wasn't working properly, you could go on and on about the relatively small things that caused you to believe the world was against you.

By the time your boyfriends would normally come home you were unraveling on the couch, holding a squishmellow and listening to MCR while waiting expectantly for them to come home- you needed the comfort that their very presence provided for you. In fact it's over an hour past their usual arrival time and there wasn't even a text message saying they were on their way home.

You were stressed out as it is, which caused your mind to go on over time. With the way your day was going, you were worried something utterly terrible had happened. You couldn't bring yourself to actually text them or their colleagues or check the news- instead you sat their for another hour brewing in your own thoughts and already prepared grief.

By the time the rather large apartments front door creaked open, you were so lost within yourself and your music that you didn't even hear it.

...

The two buff heros were beat and worn, covered in dirt and superficial wounds. They trudged threw the door and threw some of their gear and other items around the entry way, uncaring of causing a mess or anything at the moment. The mountainous red head in the rather revealing hero costume nearly toppled over his blonde partner who was covered in more black soot then he was.

"Angel, we're home!" Eijirou called out softly, not wishing to wake you up if you had called it an early night. The thing about hero work is that even though they only work like 4 days a week but those shifts are long and grueling so even if they arrived home on time they normally would, it would still be 10 at night. So it was now midnight, and you (they had thought) had been at work all day so it would only be natural for you to be sleepy enough to go to bed by now.

They both looked at each other when the call got no response, they shrugged it off as reasons stated above, Bakugou couldn't help but vocalize his complaint, "I was looking forward to seeing their little fuckin' face." His speech was slightly slurred with exhaustion. The tanned red riot nodded in agreement as he kicked off his boots and began going further into his home with the aim of checking on his girlfriend- something felt off inside of the man, he was worried about her despite not having a particular reason for it. Katsuki was close behind him, sharing that unnerving feeling in his bones.

They didn't get that far in before they heard it, heard you body shaking sobs echoing threw the halls originating from the living room. They all but ran to the room, fear spiking surging their body with enough adrenaline to get them back to full operational capacity dulling the ache in their muscles.

They couldn't see you over the back of the couch, so they didn't stop behind it- instead Bakugo sped past his boyfriend and jumped over the couch like it was a hurdle. The blonde landed in front of you, it was finally enough to jostle you back to reality, looking up to be met by piercing crimson eyes full of concern.

You scrambled into his arms and cried louder, babbling out their names in the process. Your movements dislodged your earbuds and sent the purple squishmellow flying along the L shaped couch. Katsuki was a little stunned but was quick to wrap his thick arms around you and hold you so tight that if your bones could scream they would.

Eijiro towered over the plush piece of furniture and watched the ordeal, unsure of anything except for his love for the two sat a top the cushions. Instead of jumping over the back, he made his way around the arm and gently sat behind you. He took the opportunity to gently rub your back.

"Princess, what's wrong?" Kirishima coo'd, placing a gentle kiss on your shoulder and hugging you from behind while sharing a look with his other partner whose neck you hid in.

"We're sorry we are so late babe," Bakogu soothed. "There was a small villain attack down town, but everyone is ok-" he felt your grip grow tighter with one arm while your other hand gripped one of the faux red heads. When you finally pulled out of the crook of your blonde lovers neck he pushed his rather greasy forehead against yours, gazing into your eyes in search of any hint of what happened to upset you so badly.

"I-I was so scared," you sobbed, your death grip on the two tightening some how. "Today's been so terrible, I was scared that my bad luck was an omen- When you guys didn't come home-"

You were going to hyperventilating, Kiri noticed that right away and pulled you back into his chest, Katsuki let you fall back into the red headed lover and draped your legs on top of his. Baku rubbed soothing patterns into your thighs over the fabric of your leggings. Kirishima was an unreasonably strong man, which translated physically to having a strong broad chest with the hint of plushness due to his quirk and age.

"Princess, I need you to breathe for me. Can you do that?" You nodded frantically at the tanned man behind you's instructions. Your gasps and exhales audible enough to soothe the men as they listened to you calm. "That's it, angel. We got you, everything is ok now. Alright? We're all ok."

Katsuki kept your eyes on him using his own, they weren't as piercing as normal but instead they were warm and buttery- full of love. It took a moment for you to pull away from that gaze to look at you other partner who, turns out, held the same expression as the blonde. You freed your hand for Eiji's to touch his face, dragging across his jaw feeling the 5'o clock shadow and a couple familiar scars coupled with a newer cut. You learned up and kissed the fresh wound gently. He contorted his head in order to peck a couple kisses on the corner of your mouth as soft as the gentle giant could which made you giggle.

"There's my baby," Kirishima whispered lovingly before kissing your lips slowly, with a warm and tender passion as if he pulled away he would burst into flames but if he was to intense or rough that you would shattered like a vase against a wall. You felt Bakugou get up while you preoccupied, shuffling came from somewhere before he returned.

"Shitty hair, let'er breathe," Kat chastised, tsk'ing as he pulled up but not out of the cherry haired man's arms. "Look at me baby... That's it, no more of this bad day shit, ok? We aren't going to let anything else bad happen."

You nodded, the blonde held a box of tissues one of which he used to dry your face. He had put your legs around him in order to sit as close as possible, his long appendages were around Kirishima's larger sturdy base. Said man used your head as a rest for his as he watched Bakugou kiss you with much more spontaneity then he had applied, teeth clashed as his tongue danced with yours. The blonde pulled back to softly kiss your shared boyfriend.

"Tell us about this bad day of yours," the blonde all but whispered, falling so his side was supported by the backrest of the couch.

"It's dumb, really. You guy probably-" You began before the Pomeranian like man growled only to be cut off by the mountain behind you.

"Baby, don't fight us. We wanna know," he coo'd, using a strong hand to pinch the flesh belonging to your hip.

"Fine, jeez, y'all don' t have to be my rocks all the time." You joked.

"Have you even looked at the cute idiot behind you for one fucking second? He is literally our rock," Katsuki snickered. You couldn't see it, but you knew Kiri's face matched his hair.

The three of you spent the night entangled with each other and venting. Your boyfriends coddled you more then usual, getting you anything and everything that you even mentioned you wished for. They made sure you knew that they were going to make everything better for you, they love you so much how could they not. You had the whole next day waiting for you, and they planned a day of pampering for you- one of which you weren't quite ready for.

But you slept in their arms filled with only ignorance and the chicken soup Bakugou made for you, "chicken soup for the hurting." He had said it was something his mother used to say.

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[reaperlight]

Several Sentence Sunday

I was tagged by @kingofdarkness00

Here, have some crossover...

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Mu Xing looked up from the book she was pretending to read while trying to stall for time but knew that was rapidly dwindling.

The library would close soon, and she was waiting--

"Hey uh, so you're on this thing too, right?" A too loud voice suddenly asked her in English.

"Huh?"

Xing jolted when the man approached her. She'd been on edge for several hours now.

He was a white man in a leather jacket with messy dark blonde hair. He was a bit short but with well defined muscles, like he worked out.

"Oh hi! I don't think we properly met. I'm Eddie Brock with the Daily Globe. We, I mean I was wondering if you could help me? See uh the Globe sent me here but I'm afraid, um, not too great with the language and I wanted to make sure I got this right--" he asked haltingly, going back and forth between English and Mandarin.

Ugh, Americans. They go to another country and expect everyone to accommodate them.

Still it was a welcome distraction considering--

"Did you know you're being followed?" The man asked softly in Mandarin.

She met icy blue eyes that were filled with genuine concern.

"That lady over, no, don't look. She's been staring at you for this entire time we've been here, like at least the last ten minutes--."

No, Xing well knew she was being watched, being followed by the one the man had noticed. It had been hours. But--

"How did you know?"

"Like I said, I saw your press badge, thought I recognized you from the conference. I'm a reporter too. I wanted to look at those same materials that you checked out but I couldn't help but notice--"

Now that he mentioned it, she remembered him--the foreign reporter who came in late to the presser looking lost. He was probably harmless... Or at the very least he probably was not working for THEM.

"...I'm just like getting really bad vibes about all this you know? Did you want us, I mean me to walk with you?"

Xing knew the woman very likely intended to kill her. Because she knew too much. But would they still try something with a potential witness around? It would likely just be delaying the inevitable and get this man killed as well.

She should try and get rid of him, or least give him an out.

"I um... I have a boyfriend."

"Oh uh... me too. I mean, I'm not looking for anything like that here. I just thought as like a professional courtesy. Safety in numbers, right?"

Xing swallowed "...They'll kill you too."

The man's jovial demeanor became serious.

How much was an act and just how much did he know?

Who was this man? Could she even trust him?

But given the situation she didn't really have another option.

"All the more reason not to leave you alone with her then. If it comes to it, I think I can take her..."

That bravado would likely get him killed...

"I believe she's killed before."

"Noted. Shall we?"

Well she tried. And admittedly she would feel better with company.

"Yes, let's."

As he accompanied her to the parking lot her misgivings returned--she sincerely doubted they'd care about one extra body...

"...You really don't want to get mixed up in all this, Mr. Brock, it's dangerous."

Xing couldn't help but notice how often the man often paused at odd intervals as if listening to someone respond before replying to her.

He said he had troubles with the language and true he often stumbled with pronunciation and yet it seemed he rarely stumbled with understanding her. Maybe he had a Bluetooth or a translator in his ear? That seemed likely given his tendency to mutter to himself in English. Either that or the man was disturbed--she hadn't entirely ruled that out either.

"You know they'll target you too..."

"It wouldn't be the first time." The man grinned, was it her imagination or were his teeth just a little too sharp?

"That's how we know we're doing our jobs right, as reporters?"

She liked him, despite herself, despite the warning signs. There was an inkling now. "Bad vibes" as Mr. Brock had called them that perhaps her companion was more dangerous thst the assassin who pursued her. She wasn't sure yet if that was a good thing or not but again she had little options at the moment.

Xing smiled back tightly, "...Your Chinese is truly atrocious."

"I know, I'm sorry. Our foreign correspondent, the really smart lady they usually send for these things, got sick with the flu. My bad for padding my resumé but I guess they really needed a body to send."

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Tagging if you wanna do it...

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[onlinediarythings]

hello can you do the mayor evermore x fem! assistant!reader nsfw?

Oneshot;; Mayor Evermore

" Crazy dreams. "

Pairings ;; Mayor Evermore x FEM!Assistant!Reader Tags ;; Smut, kinda porn with no plot, dream sex, p in v, degration, praise Warnings ;; NSFW PoV ;; 3rd person

It had been a long, boring day. While being the only personal assistant for the mayor had its perks -- the main being the pay -- it was quite uneventful. Not that you minded too much. This entire job boiled down to; sleep when the mayor wasn't around.

And who were you to deny sleep? Even if sometimes, your dreams would be filled with Evermore.

Just as you had nodded to sleep, you felt a hand on your shoulder, causing you to quickly straighten up, head swirling around to see none other than Mr. Evermore. "Ah shi━ mr. Evermore!" You choked out, feeling the air catching up in your throat.

"Is this what you do when I'm not around?" he questioned lowly, an eyebrow arching in curiosity, "Up. Stand up."

Despite the nervousness wracking you, somehow you managed to heave yourself up off the chair you rested on.

Only to find yourself pushed up against the desk behind you, Evermore towering over your with his hands on either side of you on the desk━ caging you in. "Such a bad employee," he tutted dissaprovingly, ignoring the increasing flush in your cheeks, "sleeping on the job? I think you should be taught a lesson."

A shit eating, and cocky grin spread across his face as he lifted you onto the desk and made quick work of undoing your blouse, tossing the fabric away carelessly. He eyes your unclothed midriff and your bra, before skillfully unclipping and taking off the afformentioned bra.

Mr. Evermore leaned down, attaching his mouth to your nipple,

"Fuck-- Mr. Evermore-!" You gasped, arching your back and pushing your chest further against his face. His only response was a groan, his other hand raising to roll the other nipple in his middle finger and thumb, causing a low whine to fall from your lips.

To be honest, you weren't sure how things had gone this far so fast, but you soon found your cheek smushed against the desk, Mr. Evemore pistoning n and out of you at a fast pace. "You like that, little whore? Being used like my fucking-- ngh.. fuckin' fleshlight?" he asked through labored breaths, raising and lowering his hand to slap your ass.

Being unable to even speak properly, let alone think clearly enough to try to, you merely moaned, a loud one, nails digging into the wood beneath them the most they could. "Mr. Evermore! Fuck-!" was all you could muster up.

A feeling like a searing hot tightening coil - or perhaps a string being pulled and pulled thinner - had been building up since the start, feeling as though it'd snap at any moment. Inside of yourself, you could feel Mr. Evermore's cock twitch as his hips snapped forwards and back.

"Y'take me so good, so tight." he cooed, leaning more onto you to properly fuck you. This caused you to squeal in delight, eyes rolling up as far as they could. With his cock buried so deep insie of you, it couldn't be helped you felt so full. You loved it.

Perhaps it was a bit taboo, having your boss fucking you bent over a desk, in a room where anyone could walk in -- as you doubt he'd locked the door before deciding he needed to impale you with himself. Not that you were complaining, far from it in fact. The idea of someone catching such an important man wanting you, made you feel an odd sense of pride.

Mayor Evermore wanted you, and you alone.

"Oh fuck, {Y/N}-!" he gasped, eyes rolling back ever so slightly as his cum shot out inside of you, causing you to reach your own climax as well, body quivering rather violently.

Your head shot up from the esk, body covered in sweat. Feeling slightly dazed you glanced around- then at yourself. You were fully clothed, and the room was empty.

Dammit, you really need to stop having wet dreams about your boss.

#x reader #mayor evermore #spooky month #spooky month x reader #evermore x reader #x reader smut #lemon fic #spooky month evermore #spooky month mayor evermore

[darklydeliciousdesires]

The Dream - Chapter Eleven.

Just in case you didn’t see the last chapter, it’s a double update today, so make sure you read chapter ten first, guys! :)

Previous chapters - Prologue  One  Two  Three  Four  Five  Six  Seven  Eight  Nine  Ten

Tag list - In the comments, please DM to be added/removed (note: those not engaging will be automatically removed from the tag list, FYI)

Words - 2,793

Warnings - 18+ content throughout, minors DNI!

It was with a slight pressure upon his back that Angel woke up at 8am the following morning, shifting, wondering what it was for a few moments as he came around properly, turning to look over his shoulder and see Keri lying there. He smiled, thinking how adorable it was, that she’d shifted to use him as a pillow in her sleep, the steady rhythm of her breathing revealing her to still be deep in slumber.  

That posed somewhat of an issue for him and his full bladder, though, not wanting to wake her. The bedroom door quietly opened, revealing Frankie, who padded out in her sweatshirt and shorts, smiling at him. “Morning! Aww, you guys look comfy.”

“Yeah, but I gotta get up and take a leak,” he revealed, jerking his head back. “Don’t wanna wake her, though.”  

Frankie waved her hand dismissively. “Oh dude, she’d sleep through a hurricane. Just crawl out and she’ll rearrange herself.” He did, managing to slide from beneath her and keep her head under his arm, placing the pillow beneath it before resting her head onto it, getting up and heading to the bathroom, situated just off the kitchen. “Coffee?” she called.

“Yeah, thanks. Black no sugar, please,” he replied, flushing the toilet and washing his hands, thinking to himself how unique the bathroom looked, decorated with dark purple walls, a black and white checkerboard floor, and plants everywhere.  

Coming out of the kitchen, he saw Frankie standing in the doorway to the fire escape, smoking her first cigarette of the morning, offering the pack back over her shoulder as he approached.  

“Thanks,” he spoke, taking it as well as her offered lighter.  

“Aren’t you cold, all bare chested?” she asked, moving to make room for him, the iron cold beneath her sock covered feet. At least it wasn’t under a foot of snow, as it often was in winter.  

“Nah, I run hot.”

She turned, pressing her hand to his chest. “Oh yeah, so you do. No wonder Keri was using you as a pillow. If I was that way inclined, I think I would, too.”  

He laughed softly, taking a long drag on his cigarette. “It’s still so fuckin’ weird, all of this. Shit. I’m glad of it, though. Your friend? Awesome girl, for real. And so damned cute!”

Frankie beamed. “Isn’t she? She doesn’t even see it either, the cuteness.”

Angel had noticed. “Yeah, yeah I get that from her. Was she ever bullied? Because that’s what you find with really pretty girls, if they get bullied by others who feel intimidated by their beauty. It dents their self-confidence, and they doubt themselves, begin to think what those doing the bullying say is true.”

She marvelled at his perceptiveness, beginning to nod. “She did, yes. They used to call her bug, because she’s little with big eyes, these girls who hated her all the way through high school. Rachel, Aaron and I would always make an effort with her, tell her not to listen, hell I even punched one of them out for it one time, but it sank in, sadly. She has a habit of selling herself short with guys, too, through a lack of confidence. And then you came along, literal man of her dreams.”  

He smiled, but stayed silent, Frankie continuing. “If she’s slow to move forward where that’s concerned, just be patient with her. She will literally need you to spell it out for her, that you’re into her. And I know you are, I can see it clearly, but Keri? Her brain will trick her into believing it isn’t so. Between you and I, she already feels like she’s punching above her weight. When she gets over that and her shyness, though, you’ll see. She’ll be bolder and more confident around you.”

He couldn’t help but snort laugh. “Dude, what the fuck? She thinks she’s the one punching? Naw, that’s me right here, having an absolute knockout of a lil’ honey like her even vaguely interested in me! I mean, I know I’m good looking, I got confidence in shades, but shit, Keri’s damned fine.”

“I think it’s normal sometimes, you know?” Frankie confessed, flicking her cigarette away. “I get it when I look at Jaime sometimes, and I’m very confident in myself. There she is, this ethereal, land mermaid looking, absolute babe, and she’s with me?”

“Yeah, but you look like Winnona Ryder when she was younger,” Angel was quick to point out, Frankie waving her hand dismissively. “You’re hella pretty.”

“Aww, thank you. I get told that, but I still can’t see it much, except for the eyes and hair.” Just then, they were joined by the aforementioned ethereal land mermaid, Jaime waving to Angel as she rubbed her eyes, giving Frankie a kiss.  

“God, if I was at all hetero and you weren’t here because of Keri,” she spoke, checking out Angel. “Gimme a flex, big guy.” He obliged. “Jesus, those are some serious arms! How much do you bench?”  

“Eh, about two hundred pounds.”

The girls shared a wide-eyed look. “Love the way he just casually reveals that, like it’s a bag of sugar he’s lifting, and not the rough weight of two Keri’s.”

“I know, right?” Jaime spoke, her eyes widening further as she peeled a banana, taking a huge bite. “I like your energy, by the way. You have a really strong aura.”

Angel was a little perplexed. “I have a what now?”  

“You have a good energy field, but there’s a little darkness here and there. You should let me cleanse you,” she offered, Angel more and more baffled by the second.

“Run now, Angel,” Frankie advised, handing him his coffee, “or she’ll sage you.”  

“Yeah, I ain’t a side of pork. I don’t need no sage adding. I’ll go now.” His joke had them cracking up, Jaime reaching to slap his thick shoulder.

“Nope, you’re a side of beef!” she growled playfully, finishing her banana. He was glad he seemed to be a hit with Keri’s friends, heading back to the lady herself, placing his coffee down and climbing back under the comforter and blankets as she stirred.  

“Oh, it’s cold,” she muttered, immediately wrapping herself around him, kissing his chest a few times, snuggling right into him as she idly stroked his back. “You’re nice and warm.”

“I am, and I gotta say, this is a nice good morning gesture,” he noted, wondering if...

Her eyes flew open, her heard shooting out from beneath his chin. “Oh god, this isn’t a dream, is it?” He shook his head, amusement spreading with his smile. “Can you excuse me a moment?”  

She was out from under the covers before he could even speak, her pyjama swathed form shooting into the kitchen, leaving him chuckling softly. “Fucking adorable.” he muttered picking up his coffee. Meanwhile, in the kitchen...

“You’re very speedy for eight twenty in the morning,” Jaime noted, Keri flapping her hands in panic.  

“Oh god, oh god, oh god!” she hissed, her cheeks turning redder by the second. “I just cuddled up to him and started kissing his chest, thinking I was still asleep and dreaming! I’m so embarrassed!” she went on to whisper, covering her face in her hands.  

“Hey, hey, come on, beets, chill out,” Frankie advised, pouring another coffee and attempting to hand it to her, Keri still frantically flailing. “Right, fire escape, now.” Physically turning her around, she pushed Keri and her fit of conniptions in the direction of the door, getting her outside, closing it after them. “Okay, so that guy in there, before you woke up this morning we were standing here chatting, and right where you stand now, he stood and told me that A- he thinks he’s punching with you and B – you’re a knockout. I believe the words damned fine were used, too. You don’t have anything to be embarrassed about!”

Immediately, she stopped. “Seriously, he said that? I mean, I get that he’s attracted to me, but that much?”  

“Girl,” Frankie began, handing over the coffee mug. “That man would decimate our furniture, banging you all around the lounge, if you went back in there now and jumped on him. For real. He’s so into you!”

Just then, Jaime appeared, brandishing a decent sided piece of amethyst. “Let me help you.”

“No, no crystals in the bra!” Keri spoke, flapping her hand again.  

“You need this! Let me do what I do.” she unbuttoned her top and pushed the amethyst down the front of her bra, moving to stand behind her, her fingers massaging her scalp. Instantly, Keri began to unwind. “Better?”

“Oh, you cosmic goddess,” she sighed, sipping her coffee.  

“How easy it all is in your dreams, it could be like that in reality, too, you know,” she pointed out, her fingertips moving to her temples. “You just have to relax with it, be calm and easy. I know that’s the antithesis of how you can be sometimes, but just be brave, be chill.”

“He’d totally be receptive to any advance you made, I think,” Frankie added, her rapid nodding acting as further affirmation. Maybe it was the strong coffee, maybe the words spoken, or the crystal between her boobs she then removed and turned to place into Jaime’s hand, but suddenly, Keri felt all the bolstering she needed to do exactly as her friends advised. Her heart still thundered rapidly, though.  

Walking back into the lounge, she climbed beneath the blankets again, turning to Angel. “Sorry I ran off.”

He was just about to tell her that it was fine, when she leaned in and kissed him. It was chaste to begin with, deepening steadily, until they were entwined in one another’s arms, kissing with lazy heat, Keri feeling her insides beginning to bloom. Oh, god. Even better in reality. Incredible in reality, so much so that neither came up for air for about ten minutes.

“Hm, wasn’t expecting that at all,” he hummed, kissing the tip of her nose. “Any time you wanna do that again, going forward, I’m fine with it.”

Her smile was as sweet as her entire personality, her nails stroking his beard as she leaned in and kissed him again. She heard the kitchen door open, then swiftly close, the unmistakable squeaks of Jaime’s giggles, a little announcement of, ‘ooooh, there’s kissing in there!’ making them part as they burst into laughter.  

“You two, don’t mind me! I was just coming to say we should be looking to leave at about nine thirty!”  

“Alright.” Keri called back, her mouth landing on Angel’s again. She could rush to get ready, if it meant she had more time enjoying basking in his affection, now she felt comfortable enough to receive it. At 8:45, she finally got up properly, going for a shower while Angel lay there and simmered down again before reconstructing the couch, going to make use of the shower himself once Keri was done.  

Not really wanting to take the cumbersome items such as boots, helmet and a board with him on the plane, upon arriving at the slopes, the first thing he did was head to the hire shop to sort himself with such, arriving back with the girls just as they all began to call out with delight as a red Harley XLCH sportster sped towards them.  

“I’m free!” Ash announced, hugging his friends in turn after hopping off, extending his hand to Angel, not having a clue who he was, but figuring Keri had a date. He was surprised though, since Angel was like no other guy she’d ever gone for in the past. “Hey man, I’m Ash.”

“Angel. Is that the seventy-seven model you got there?” he replied, shaking his hand as he nodded towards the bike.  

“Yeah, man. My dad and I spent about three years doing it up,” he confirmed. “It used to sound like the engine was made of nails, but it’s smooth as hell now.”  

“Yep, the only thing loud in your house again is your mom, when she starts bitching at you both for tracking oil across the kitchen,” Frankie snorted, with obvious affection for Sook, Ash’s mother, who was famed for being the tiniest, mightiest woman any of them had ever met.  

Angel snorted laughing. “When I was in my teens and doing up bikes, my mom was exactly the same. It’s how I learned so many cusses in Spanish, because she’d revert to her mother tongue to yell at me!”

Ash had an instant affinity with him there. “Right? It was the only reason why I learned Korean, my dad too. He’s a white dude from Reno, so he had no fucking clue! We just wanted to understand her when she was going off on an angry tangent. So, do you ride too? Cool, bro.”

“Yeah, I do.” Angel confirmed, the guys then lost to their chatter over all things motorcycle while they waited for Rachel to turn up. Keri got a text about ten minutes later, informing her that she was running late on account of having to go and fetch Aaron, and they’d find them somewhere out on the slopes in about a half hour.

Angel hadn’t boarded on snow for about a year, having to reacquaint himself with the fact that it was quite different to a dry slope. Snow was much smoother, for one, hence less grip and greater speed. In the first fifteen minutes, he fell on his ass twice, but did manage to redeem himself by catching the others again quite quickly.  

He also noticed just how confident Keri was atop a board, moving gracefully, slowing down so she could remain close to him, Ash to his other side. These kids were so lucky, he thought, being able to come and partake in such an awesome sport, the mountains right on their doorstep. The snowy surroundings and stunning views made for a nice change of scenery for him, too, since he came from a place so arid in landscape.  

“Hey Angel! Cut right here and there’s a badass little ramp down here!” Ash called, speeding up as the very obstacle came into view, jumping it with ease. All Angel could think as he approached it was not to make an ass of himself, shooting off of it, landing neatly, breathing a side of relief as he turned side on to watch Keri jump it, doing a little tail grab mid-air.  

“Always gotta be a show off, with the little tail grab antics,” Ash told her, Keri sneering playfully at him, Ash pointing back up the hill. “Oh look, here comes Barbie. That jacket, man.”  

Keri turned to see the bright pink dot that was Rachel, Aaron not far behind her, the group moving on to get out of the way of the ramp, continuing down the run. All the way down, Keri felt nervous at Aaron being a few metres back up the hill, wondering what he’d say once confronted with Angel actually being there in the flesh. She had to hope he wouldn’t start anything. As it turned out, though, Angel handled it all quite perfectly.  

“So, you’re Aaron, right?” he put to him, after Rachel had come over to introduce herself, beaming at Keri that he was actually there.

“Yeah, and you’re...”

Angel cut him off immediately. “The scumbag. Nice to meet you, man.” His words weren’t harshly delivered, but there was enough bite behind them to make Aaron shrink a little bit. Suddenly, no matter how well meaning, he wasn’t quite so brave to be as blunt as he’d been with Keri, not now that the six-foot three object of her desire was right there, towering over him. Seeing him look a little anxious, Angel softened a touch. “At least get to know me, then hate, me, huh?”

Aaron nodded. “I suppose that’s fair.”

“Alright, let’s go.”  

As the guys all headed off, Frankie turned, her mouth open wide. “Oh, I was waiting for knuckles! I was!”  

Keri looked at Angel’s back, pulling her goggles back down. “He’s better than that.” He was, too. Angel was too clever to prove Aaron right, but let him know loud and clear without uttering the actual words that it would be better if he watched his mouth.  

There was only one mouth he was truly focused on, though, and that was the one he leaned down to plant a big kiss upon once they’d reached the bottom of the run.  

“So, how’s your almost first full day in Utah?” she asked him.  

“It’s awesome, but you’re even better.”  

He kissed her again then, and Keri? She could have lit up an entire grid with how much she glowed.

#angel reyes #angel reyes fanfiction #angel reyes smut #angel reyes imagine #angel reyes x ofc #angel reyes fanfic #angel reyes fic #mayans mc #mayans mc fanfiction #mayans mc fanfic #mayans mc smut #mayans mc imagine #mayans mc fic

[algrenion]

that person said you were racist on your wyll post because ppl who dont even bother to properly interact or understand his character will post the worst takes in his tag and then go "oh oops i didnt mean to be racist 🥺 i was just complaining abt the only black character that i didnt bother to learn anything about"

wyll is nothing like a tory hes self sacrificing, unspoiled and the only character who actually stands up for other groups of ppl in game (even having a line saying a disabled character is not worthless for being disabled!!) and even if you meant it as a "rich spoiled kid" way, did you really not think of the other implications of calling the only black man in the group a tory...

i get it you didnt mean to say it in any bad way but it came across that way regardless of intention especially since wyll already gets so much undeserved flack and in his own tag from people who admit they know nothing abt his character, so

Okay, I understand why the post has been received badly and in that case I’ll delete it. I don’t want to actively upset anyone.

That said I would like to add that I’m very aware of Wyll’s background and character traits and in fact I find them insanely relatable; I am also a black (albeit extremely white passing - but my connections with the black community almost entirely stem from racism I’ve experienced merely for the knowledge of me having a black father), disabled woman, and I’ve suffered pretty tremendously at times, under Tory leadership for that. I’ve even got well to do family who I’ve drifted away from — his story is extremely relatable.

I’m also very familiar with the colloquial use of the word “Tory” as a light jab, usually referring to people that sound posh. I get called it all the time by my friends, it’s ironic, we laugh about it. And I think that regardless of Wyll’s extremely positive traits and background as a character, you’d be hard pressed to deny he has the flavour of a rich kid. I think Larian purposely wrote him that way, and that’s not a bad trait, just something I find humour in. I’m not saying he is “like a Tory” in any other sense than speech and body language.

Of course, that is only my experience and my opinion. I just don’t think it’s that serious or that any racist implications were in my post.

Knowing how some people react with real bigotry toward Wyll though, sometimes at a very subconscious level, I think I’ll remove the post to avoid any doubt. Just wanted to make my intentions clear first, though it sounds like you kind of understood them anyway.

I hope I covered that okay, I just woke up and I’ve not had my pain meds yet, so

#also I disagree that Wyll is the only character who stands up for others - I think Karlach and Halsin are also very good examples for this #also I apologise for tagging - I tag posts for later access on my own blog and I sometimes forget it’s how other people find content #i just hop around oh recommended blogs

[sproutwings]

20 Questions for Fic Writers!

The lovely @crestfallercanyon tagged me for this weeks ago, and I haven't been ignoring it - I just didn't get around to it sooner. Sorry!

How many works do you have on AO3? 380 (382, technically, because two are still anon/unrevealed exchange works.)

What’s your total A03 word count? 1,123,214

What fandoms do you write for? Currently, mostly DCU, The Flash and a bunch of tiny fandoms, but I've been writing fanfic for ages, so I went through quite a few fandoms.

What are your top five fics by kudos?

a) cut me open, take my heart (DCU, JayTim, 1744 kudos) b) A Bird in the Hand (DCU, Dickstroke, 1694 kudos) c) Hook(er), Line and Sinker (The Flash, Coldflash, 1586 kudos) d) No Shortage of Blood (Original Works, Starving Vampire/Vampire Hunter Having A Moral Crisis, 1453 kudos) e) Portrait of the Artist as a Middle-Aged Man (Gossip Girl, Dan/Blair/Chuck, 1149 kudos)

Do you respond to comments? Why or why not? I always try to, but sometimes it takes a while to get around to it. /o\

What’s the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

I have no idea. I used to write a lot of angsty stuff back when I was younger but the older I get the more I gravitate towards fics that leave the characters in a... well, maybe not necessarily in a good place exactly, because I tend to ship a lot of dysfunctional ships and write unhealthy relationship dynamics, but I don't want the characters to feel hopeless and unhappy in the end, so even when they're in a bad situation, they're making the best out of it.

A very old, very angsty fic of mine is Too Close To Touch (Harry Potter, various permutations of Draco, Harry and Hermione). I don't know if it's the angstiest overall, but it occasionally still gets comments so it's fresh in my mind despite having been written almost two decades ago.

What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

Oh no, this is similarly hard to answer. Maybe Throw Away the Plan (The Flash, Coldwestallen)? Most of my endings seem to be "the main conflict of the story is dealt with, the ship kisses and things are okay-ish for now". 🙃

Do you get hate on your fic? Maybe once or twice, but nothing dramatic or memorable, luckily enough.

Do you write smut? Sometimes.

Do you write crossovers? No.

Have you ever had a fic stolen? Yes! Someone copied a few of my fics word by word, replaced the names and posted them as Kpop RPS. D: D: D: I got the author to take them down, but they did it with a lot of people's fics and eventually AO3 banned them.

Have you ever had a fic translated? Yes, a few! I blanket allow translations, as long as they're credited properly and not posted anywhere but AO3.

Have you ever co-written a fic? Yes, but it was a really long time ago, and coordinating was pretty stressful. I prefer to work on my own schedule.

What‘s your all-time favourite ship? Noooo, don't make me choose. I love so many ships! If I absolutely had to pick one, it would be Tommy/Bubonic from Eye Candy, but it mostly depends on what I'm in the mood for right in that moment.

What’s the WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will? There's Coldflash BDSM fic based on a long-forgotten Tumblr prompt I would have loved to write one day, but it would be far longer than anything I'm comfortable writing and it's only 'in progress' in so far that I have a few dialogue snippets from it written down yet.

What’s your writing strengths? Character voices and snappy banter, probably.

What’s your writing weaknesses? Plot!!!! As you can see by every fic I've written where the characters get captured or attacked by some nameless villain for nebulous reasons. I always handwave stuff like that because I simply can't bring myself to care about it or put any thought into it. 😅 Sorry!

Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language for a fic? As a reader, It always throws me out of the story. :(

First fandom you wrote for? The X-Files! Mulder/Krycek was teenage Sandrine's first fanfic obsession. (Though technically, I wrote terrible Star Wars and The Three Musketeers fic long before I knew what fanfic was! But I've decided that doesn't count. 😅)

Favourite fic you’ve ever written?

(never been) so much at stake (OW, Vampire Moonlighting As A Barista/Exhausted Vampire Hunter In Search Of Caffeine) is probably the best, but The Biggest Score of All (The Flash, Coldflash) has my heart!

I'm supposed to tag people here, and I'm terrible at this, so @waysheswings, @sunherirai, @moriavis, @zeroducks-2, @hithelleth, @elasticella - if you want to do this, consider yourself tagged and if you want to ignore it, pretend I never mentioned your name. And anyone else who sees this and wants to answer, you're also tagged! Yes, I mean YOU. :D

#memememe #hello ask box #sandrine's favorite things #ao3 #fandom and other kinds of crazy

[holdmytesseract]

Ahh....so happy you're opening requests!!

Magnus Martinsson and 'That first night we were standing at your door fumbling for your keys, then I kissed you.' (Black and White ,Niall Horan)

Keep up the great work!!♥️

Love and hugs

A fan❤️❤️

a/n: Thank you, nonnie for this request and your very sweet words! 🧡 I enjoyed writing for Magnus! I hope you like it! ☺️

Warnings: Nothing, I'd say... This is pure fluff

Word Count: 888

Tagging: @lokisgoodgirl @lovingchoices14 @evelyn-kingsley @jennyggggrrr @acefeather2002 @lulubelle814 @vbecker10 @fictive-sl0th @lady-rose-moon @muddyorbs @kimanne723 @simping-for-marvel @coldnique

Lyric-Drabble-Mania Masterlist

Based on this song:

Memories

The sun hung low over the little Swedish city of Ystad. It was still pleasantly warm outside, with a gentle breeze rustling the wheat on the fields beside the small, cosy house at the edge of Ystad. Crickets were chirping and bees humming. It was beautiful, without a doubt.

Magnus sat in a chair on the little porch, enjoying his home time. It had been, like so often, a long day at work - and on such days was all the young man wanted to do enjoy the remaining evening with his little family. You, his girlfriend of four years, who had given him a little over a year ago his son, Oscar. The little boy with tiny, wild, blonde curls upon his head, just like his father had, was an accident and not planned at all - but Oscar was the best accident which ever happened in the policeman's life... And yours.

"What are you thinking about, Mags?" You asked with a smile on your face, as you could clearly see the gears turning in your boyfriend's head. You had just walked out on the porch as well, after looking for Oscar; finding Magnus staring ahead with a sweet grin on his face. The young man shook his head, baby blue eyes meeting yours, as he reached for your hand and pulled you towards him to sit sideways on his lap. "Just about us, min älskling. About the wonderful life we built together here." You smiled, wrapping an arm around his neck to bury your hand in his luscious curls. Magnus's hands landed on your thigh and waist, keeping you steady. "Mhh, yeah... But we had a bit of a hard time building this life." That was true. Times hadn't been always easy for you and Magnus, starting with your dad not really liking Magnus. Meanwhile he did, but in the beginning... Not really. Then there was Magnus's work, which occupied him a lot and put your relationship to the test. And last but not least, you had to face an unexpected pregnancy, for which you had been everything but ready. Yeah, there had been ups and downs, but your love for each other always won and took the upper hand. "I know, but we are here now, and that's what counts, right?" You nodded, still smiling, before you dipped your head in order to kiss him.

The kiss didn't last long, though, as the pitter-patter of tiny feet approaching urged to both, your and your boyfriend's ears. Seconds later, Oscar appeared beside you, "Mama!" wanting your attention. "Hi, baby!" You quickly shifted in Magnus's lap to face the little boy. "What are you doing out- Oh... What did you find this time?" Oscar didn't come empty handed. Since a few weeks, after properly learning to walk, he found a liking in opening drawers and cupboards and getting his tiny hands on everything that was inside them. This time, he must've opened a drawer in the living room. The way too big object in his hands was something you loved a lot. Something which held a lot of memories. "Ohh, did you find our photo album, lilleman?" Oscar's tiny curls bounced atop his head, as he bridged the last distance between him and you, as fast as his little legs could carry him. You scooped your son up into your arms and sat him on your lap, but Oscar started to squirm immediately, wanted to go to his daddy. "Pappa!" "You want to go to pappa, Oscar?" The boy tried to answer, but only incoherent syllables left his lips. He had just started to 'talk' about two weeks ago, so... "Kom hit, min lilla virvelvind," Magnus said with a smile, taking the boy from your arms into his free arm. You took the photo album. Your boyfriend bestowed a squishy kiss upon the boy's cheek, causing him to giggle. While Magnus fooled a bit around with his son, you opened the album. It had been ages since you looked into it. It was yours and Magnus's photo album.

You flipped through the pages, admiring the different photos - until one photo explicitly caught your eye... It was, of course, a photo of you and Magnus. He looked quite a bit younger than he did now, just like you. Way more youthful. His curls were longer now. He had an arm wrapped around you and you both were smiling brightly in the camera. In the background, you noticed a lot of red chairs and several other people. It looked like... a cinema! Your eyes widened, as you suddenly remembered. "Ohh, Mags! Look! Can you remember?" You lifted the album in order to show him the photo. "Yes, I do. It was our first 'real' date, wasn't it?" You giggled, nodding. "Yes! You were so nervous... It was that first night we were standing at your door. You were fumbling for your keys, then I kissed you," you said, looking lovingly up to your boyfriend, who smiled. "I've never been more nervous in my whole life before, than on that evening, and then you just kissed me and finally broke the spell." "Mhhh," you hummed shifting on his lap again. "And now look at us, three years later. Still a happy couple, with a surprise gift sitting between us."

Translation:

min älskling - my darling

lilleman - little man

Kom hit, min lilla virvelvind. - Come here, my little whirlwind.

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