#saying he was too dam busy and was the only one working today and he would come back if we paid for it

[wetslug]

rural funeral home employees r insane but i think its because many are just the nephew or cousin of the owner and dont know what the fuck they r doing

#rural f home dropped a body off for elective autopsy BUT didnt label him correctly #so we called him requesting that he came back and correctly label him and he got so fucking annoyed it was crazy #saying he was too dam busy and was the only one working today and he would come back if we paid for it #bruh ur the one who illegally transported a body across north alberta 😭 #driving down the highway without the correct paperwork and a mystery body in your car. one step away from a serial killer

[allfandomstan]

After Dark~(Batman x Vigilante Reader), Chapter 4.

Genre: Action, Mystery, Suspense, Noir, Crime.

Setting: Gotham City Hall from ‘The Batman’ 2022..

Warnings: Mentions of Violence, Swearing, Dark themes, descriptions of blood, Cynicism, Psychopathic themes.

Word Count: 1.9K

Hey its me back with another chapter to the series! Finally after an 8 months hiatus or so, I conjured up the will to publish this chapter I’ve been working on. It’s not much but just something to smoothly carry the series forward🫣..

And my apologies if I screw up the movie timeline in upcoming chapters!😫 it’s been a while since I revisited the movie as a whole so you might see some errors here and there🙃.

Hope you enjoy!

***

Here you were, back at in your apartment.. again. Millions of thoughts ran through your mind like a flowing river that won’t stop at any point unless an intentional obstruction to the constant flow of water was put in place. Like a dam of sorts. All you could think of was about the event that unfurled earlier. From your argument with Sam to meeting Bruce Wayne, for the first in your life. Although you weren’t much sure about it..

The way his gaze met yours resembled some kind of shocking recognition and truth. Those deep ocean eyes looked familiar as ever, but you couldn’t quite pin point where you saw them. Yet..

His expression changed from monotone to slightly ‘intrigued’ when he laid his eyes on you. You noticed him scanning your face for something, like trying to read you like an open book. But why?

‘Had he seen you somewhere before?’

It sure looked like he did.

‘But where?’

****

The final touch you needed was your dark crimson coloured lipstick and then you were ready to go. To the Mayor’s funeral to be exact..

Today was the day Mayor Don Mitchell Jr. would be laid to rest six feet under, and you won’t say he will be resting in peace. You don’t think he’ll be resting at all because of the way he was taken from this world.. Brutally hammered to the head by a madman.

In a way you felt bad for the deceased Mayor even though you knew he was a corrupt-to-the-core asshole, but at least he should’ve been given a not-so fucked up death.

He died absolutely humiliated. With the words ‘No more Lies’ written on his taped up head with his very own blood. Not only did the Riddler kill him in the most devastatingly gut-wrenching way, but also tried to expose his deep seated secrets… The ones he feared would soon come to get him. And get him it did..

Bats hadn’t contacted you at all for two days straight. Not that you minded, really. You figured he was just busy getting his knuckles bloody from beating up the average Gotham thug he crosses more than once in the night. The city was crawling with them, especially during the late hour. But not just that, He’s most probably working on the case involving riddler, of course. The average Gotham thug was nothing compared to the chaos Riddler would bring if he’s not taken care of.

You wondered if The Bat had a life beyond crime fighting. Well of course he did. He’s human too, after all..

‘Why the fuck do I even care?’

You snapped out of your daze and tried to focus on the task at hand.. The Mayor’s funeral. Sure enough, you had to be there. Incase something happens.. And you had a tad bit of a gut feeling, that it would. You supposed he might be there too. Watching in the shadows, hidden from view. Of course he wouldn’t miss such a vital event if it means catching Riddler. This could be his right time to strike and evoke chaos among citizens in that town hall. You’d just had to wait and see if you were right. But you hoped the fuck not.

You finally put your trench coat over your self and grabbed your bag which contained your keys, burner phone and of course, your blade. You just had with you whenever you went out. Just in case..

****

The streets surrounding the Gotham Town Hall were packed with eager citizens who wanted to catch a glimpse of their coffin-ridden Mayor one last time. The Press and media were there too, to report and keep updated the curious minds of people who couldn’t make it to the funeral. The crowd was large pushy and suffocating.

You tried to get to the front, pushing past the crowd of people. When you finally got to the front you let out a deep breath. You had to say you were surprised as to why you you weren't smothered to death but you were grateful to make it out of the restless crowd alive.

At your current position you had a clear view of the road and the front of the Town Hall. There you saw police officers, prestigious politicians and a bunch of celebrities standing around, waiting for the venue to open. But your eyes landed on one particular person..

Carmine Falcone.

At the sight of that man, your fists subconsciously clenched inside of your coat pockets.

'What was he doing here?'

Then it made sense. Since the late Mayor himself wasn't the sinless of people, of course it was expected of him to have ties with someone as notorious as Falcone.

As you were focusing in on the Mob Boss, you became distracted by the sudden yelling of the people around you.

"Oh my Lord! It's Bruce Wayne!!"

Your gaze immediately took itself off Falcone and focused on the new subject at hand.

And there he was, The Gotham Prince.

Clad in a dapper black, wool coat and sporting the typical rich-guy look, appeared Wayne from his black Corvette.

Hmm, expensive you had to say. But of course.

You refrained from subconsciously rolling your eyes at the display. Bastard, making poor people eat shit.

You watched as he gave his car keys to an officer so he could park it elsewhere, and then walking off to climb the steps leading to the entrance of the Town Hall. You noticed his slight heaviness in step and the light hunch of his shoulders. And shit the guy looked like he hasn't slept in ages..

He involuntarily talked to the people around him which included Cops, celebrities and the Mayor candidate herself, Bella Real.

You watched as his head slowly turned to acknowledge the ungodly Man standing behind him with a crooked smile etched onto his face. Bruce then too, reluctantly met his gaze and engaged in a not so jolly conversation. Falcone placed a hand on Wayne's shoulder and patted it a few times before returning to talk to his henchman, Penguin.

'The guest list is just fucking incredible', you thought.

First you had the displeasure of finding Carmine Falcone and now, Penguin.

You watched as Penguin laughed, flashing his crooked brown stained teeth at Falcone. You bet whatever the asshole said must have been very funny indeed.

You looked away, disgusted. Men like Penguin had no right to laugh when so many lives had been ruined because of their deeds. Men like Penguin had no right to even breathe.

You would take care of that, soon enough..

****

About 45 minutes had passed and you found yourself pushing past crowds again trying to get into the Town Hall. You somehow managed to get in, all in one piece and stood by the side of the Hall along with the many citizens who already got in before you. After a while, the officers cut off any more citizens trying to come in as it was getting suffocating with the amount of people already inside the buliding. After entrance doors were closed, a metal barrier was put in place to separate second citizens, standing at both sides of the building from the first class. And among the second class citizens were you, of course. And among the first class were Falcone, Penguin, Bella Real and Bruce Wayne.

You sighed at the unlawful segregation, but you came to accept it eventually.

After about fifteen minutes the loud chatter quite down as the speech began. Several people, mainly Mitchell's Family and some politicians came up to deliver their honary speeches to commemorate the life and apreciate the accomplishments and 'good work' of the late Mayor. You scoffed at this. ‘How naïve where these people?’ Believing blindly to whatever Mitchell did was correct and truely for the betterment of Gotham. You doubted the man gave a single shit about this City or it’s citizens. The continuous speeches went on and on and you found yourself zoning out, voices becoming muddled and vision unfocused. Your mind started racing with thoughts consisting of ‘other things’. You couldn’t help but reimagine your first interaction with Vengeance. The way he pushed you against the wall, your chest flush to his abdomen. The way he held his intense gaze on you for longer than you’d wanted.. The way the rough fabric of his glove came to rest on the tender flesh of your neck, bruising it lightly..

All of this reminiscing totally had you off guard. You noticed that things were different now. In that very moment, it felt different.. You suddenly noticed that everything was abruptly called to a halt. Time had entirely stopped for a moment or so. Silence.. Chaos hidden in the element, waiting to strike like a serpent. There was complete silence until..

“Everyone, get the fuck out!”

You heard a man shout, possibly an officer on patrol. Then it all began. You heard multiple screams from behind you and then it all turned to chaos. People started running one by one trying to get away from something coming through the front. You wondered what it was and pushed towards the frantic crowd and towards where you supposed the danger was coming from. And then you saw it. Suddenly a GCPD SUV crashed through the glass doors of the building and skidded towards the Mayor’s casket. It all happened so quick you thought it was all in your head. Only that it wasn’t, unfortunately. You took a quick look around and there you saw Bruce on the floor with the Mayor’s Son in his arms. The boy must’ve been in the car’s way, you thought. And Bruce must’ve ran to get him out of the way before he got hit. Your focus was glued on Bruce and the way he gently helped the boy get back on his feet and tenderly guided him back to his Mother, horror etched onto her worn out features. Before you knew it a hand wrapped around your forearm rather harshly. You whipped your head around to stare at your intruder in the eyes but was met with the ones of a worried-sick to the bone Cop’s. “Mam’ you need to get out of here”, he calmly said trying to keep his cool in spite of all the chaos. You just stared at the officer for a moment or so without emitting any words in his direction. You found your eyes wandering back to Bruce once more. He was also being held by the forearm and being escorted out by some officers trying to get him to leave before the situation gets worse. You noticed his frantic eyes searching the place for something, or more like someone.. And then those Ocean blue eyes you found so mesmerising just a day ago found your own. You almost wanted to look away out of embarrassment because he caught you staring. But you didn’t. You kept your eyes glued onto his and his to yours. You two held a moment of eye-contact before your attention snapped towards the cop shaking your forearm. “Mam’ we don’t have much time. You have to evacuate.. Now!”

You nodded your head hastily and followed him to the evacuation exit. You looked back one last time, trying to catch a glimpse of Bruce, but he was long gone..

***

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shameless ch 3: careless

stray kids 5.1k words female reader insert Reader x Lee Felix NSFW

🖤 warnings: realistic idol!au, questionable power dynamics, idol/fan interactions, unresolved tension, deep/mature themes, one very passive-aggressive bang chan, vague dom/sub dynamics, voyeurism, explicit sexual content! 🖤

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🦋 him 🦋

It doesn't look that bad. Not really.

But in hindsight, looking at his camera roll with fresh eyes a few days later, Felix can see why his manager is so angry. It’s not that bad, but it’s bad enough.

He'd been long overdue for a post on the group's Instagram account, according to the detailed and ruthless social media schedule. And with nothing good from official shoots or appearances waiting in the drafts, Felix had given up and taken a selfie on the spot to throw online with a lukewarm caption and a few emojis, to tide the fans over.  

It's second nature of working with social media to check for personal items or unsavory details in the backgrounds of the pictures, and usually there's a manager around to double-check the draft before it goes up. But Felix was so late for his post, and so done with being asked to do it over and over, so he published the post himself. Check it off the list, get it off his mind.

Usually, that's no big deal. But Felix actually really gets why he's in trouble this time.

The photo is gone now, of course. As soon as someone with the proper authority noticed, it was removed.

Because while Felix made sure he didn't leave any dirty laundry or random brand names in the photo, he failed to remember which side of his throat was work-appropriate. The side that's normal. Not the side with a brand-new, deep purple hickey, admittedly satisfying but absolutely not safe for work as an idol, the perfect size and shape of her mouth.

He didn’t even think about it, since they’ve become so commonplace. The hickies.

It's been nearly three months since Felix met her and finally, as winter peaks, things are heating up.

Not that Felix hasn't been enjoying everything so far. Even the casual dates are exciting and amazing and fun. But after that first kiss, the dam broke, and now some of the more intimate perks of a relationship are coming into play. It's been slow progress, but progress nonetheless, and now they're at a place where innocent movie nights become more, and trips out are more frequently being replaced with evenings in.

He's not the first idol to show evidence of being anything but pristinely celibate, but he's definitely the first one in his group, and that spells big, big trouble. The tone of the texts he's been getting from his managers for the past three days says as much.

it's just a bruise. if anyone asks. and they better not fucking ask. you're so lucky dispatch didn't pick this one up and you're never posting anything without supervision again, understand me?

So, yeah. The photo is gone but the trouble's just begun.

Mostly because from that moment on, Felix can't seem to do anything right. People always seem to be watching him when he's at work, as if they're waiting for him to fuck up on the spot, as if she's going to materialize by Felix's side and wreak havoc on their brand reputation if he's left alone for too long.

Today is a day like that. He comes home after a long day of constant supervision at the company only to be grabbed by one of their newer staff managers on his way out of the dorm. The guy is a little younger, a little less sure of himself, and since he's the lowest ranking one on their management staff, he's been deemed the unofficial bearer of bad news, lately. So Felix is less than thrilled to see him, as mean as it sounds.

"Just the guy I was looking for," he says, with an overfriendly grin.

"Yeah, hyung, what's up?" Felix asks dutifully.

"Hyungnim had something he wanted to tell you, but he's busy, so..."

The manager tilts a paper tag toward Felix, and as Felix peers inside, he's met with a flash of pink and a pair of familiar shoes, a toothbrush-

Oh no.

He seems like he's apologizing, but the words are firm. "There's - there's too much stuff, Felix. Here. There's too much stuff here, it doesn't look super great and hyungnim thinks..."

Too much of her stuff, he means. Felix gets it.

"Look, you know what my personal policy is, in general. If I don't see it, it ain't my problem," he says. "But all this stuff? I can see it. Everyone can. And I can't stick up for you if hyungnim or anyone else really has a problem."

Wryly, Felix wonders if one of the guys complained. The managers don't usually make a habit of digging through their bedrooms, probably too afraid of all the stuff they'll find if they go looking, so Felix can't really think of a reason they'd find the spare clothes she'd stashed in his room, the shoes she'd left last time. And if the guys did complain, Felix wonders who it was. It's not like they have any room to talk, not with the stuff that they get up to. It's not like Felix is the only one.

But what Felix says to their manager is, "No, hyung, I get it. I'll...give the stuff back, I guess, and get it out of the way."

He relaxes, as though he was expecting Felix to put up a fight. "Thanks. Seriously. Just...you know. Out of sight, out of mind, right?"

The manager stares at Felix, a probing gaze that's confusing until Felix realizes he's not-so-subtly trying to get a look at Felix's neck, to see if the infamous hickey is still there. The idea that he might have been tasked to do that, as well, makes Felix irrationally annoyed.

It's been days. It's mostly gone, faded to a pale yellow, but it is there, and Felix slaps a hand over the mark peevishly. The manager seems to realize he's been caught, flushing before he gives the paper bag to Felix.

"Thanks," he says again, "Have a good night, Felix."

"Yeah."

None of their staff trust him and he's being watched all the time like some kind of flight risk. Felix thinks it's gonna be pretty hard to have a good night.

-----

Days later, enough days that the run-in with their manager has faded a bit but not long enough that it doesn't still sting, Felix gets yet another undesired wake-up call. A message drops down over the video that Felix is watching, lounging in bed, and the preview makes him pause it in concern.

Minho doesn't text Felix outside of the groupchat or the dance line groupchat very often, so when he does, Felix pays attention.

This message is only one line long, only a few words.

vlive now, sorry in advance

Minho also doesn't apologize often, especially not preemptively. Something must really be going on, then.

So Felix dutifully opens V Live, finds their channel, and unsurprisingly seeing as it's a Sunday evening without anything on the schedule, gets the notif that Chan is live. Apprehensive, Felix clicks onto the stream, laying on his back on his bed and holding the phone up over himself.

The video stream loads, and Felix tries not to look at how many other people are watching.

"-I'll keep trying," Chan is saying, grinning sheepish and theatrical into the camera, glancing down to one side. "I mean, every member should only do what's best for the group, right? What's best for Stay?"

For a moment, Felix thinks he's talking badly about himself. They all have their moments, of course. All of the members are only human, and sometimes a public sounding board and the immediate gratification that will come after are just too tempting. It's too easy to ask for validation, and sometimes they do. Chan, specifically, has a talent of acting like he's not even asking, of stating complaints and insecurities like facts and redeeming the compliments just the same.

Felix thinks he's being self-deprecating on live again, and he's halfway through a text telling him to knock it off when Chan continues on.

"I mean...we have to be responsible, all the time. We have all of you to take care of."

Responsible, huh?

"And more than anything, our job is about the team, right?" Chan is saying, and there's a tense tic in his jaw that makes Felix feel just a bit queasy. "Even if - even if you're really popular, even if you're a member that everyone loves, you need to keep a good image."

Chan pauses, scrolling on his phone.

"Yeah, exactly. We always have to make good choices. Never wanna upset anyone, yeah?" Chan mutters. "Make good choices."

Another moment on the phone.

Chan's tone is firmer and icier still when he continues, "All kinds of choices. What we say...what we post online...people see everything, you know? Stay sees everything. We know that. You know that. I would never want a member to do something that upsets Stay, especially not on purpose."

Oh.

"Yeah, I mean - 'who's upsetting Stay?'" Chan reads, "Doesn’t matter. It's not just about that, either, it's about respecting the team dynamic, too."

It's a smooth deference, but the fans are never as easily redirected as anyone wants. When Felix sees his own name begin to fill the comments, he closes the app.

It was vague, but Chan is always vague. It wasn't a direct callout, but Chan rarely ever does that, even in real life. He prefers this route. The parental guilt-trip route. The I'm-not-angry-I'm-just-disappointed route.

Felix is shocked to find himself angry. And he is so, so angry. His grip on his phone is tumultuous because his hands are simply shaking too hard to hold the damn thing. He drops the phone to his chest, and brings his hands down to cover his face.

This is the worst.

This is beyond the worst.

Felix isn't the same as Chan.

That was established a long time ago. It was obvious when Chan was the company's golden boy of nearly a decade and Felix was one grammar mistake away from the threat of being cut from the group permanently. And it's obvious now, when Chan is the one who constantly sexiles Felix and Changbin as he chases a cool girl with a precarious career of her own to protect, but Felix is the one who gets monitored by the company and shit-talked by his own leader on V Live.

Sure, Felix isn't as perfect as Chan, with his flawlessly-hidden nighttime endeavors and golden public image, but he’s doing good enough.

He's trying.

🕷 you 🕷

You seem to have become some kind of magnet for trouble, because all at once, you can’t seem to stop running into the one person you never want to see again.

Per usual on a weekend with nothing else planned, you're on your way to meet Felix. It's annoying that the route to the dorm has a transfer in the middle at a big, busy station, but it's a necessary evil, and you're trucking it through the maze of clothing boutiques and drugstores in perhaps the least comfortable slingback mules you've ever worn.

You've almost made it, too. You're approaching the turnstiles when you see her.

She's already inside the barrier, about to head down the stairs to the platform for trains going the other direction, and you're hoping that you can get past unnoticed since she's so far away. It’s not the first time you’ve seen her in public, and the last time it happened you managed to escape.

But today she looks up, as direct and alert as if you've called out to her, and when she sees you, she pauses. She beams, you can see it right up to her eyes. And she waves to you.

Cool Girl waves at you, and you hesitate as you look at her.

She's wearing the same shirt as you.

The same skirt, too, though yours is black and hers is khaki green, and the padding coat wrapped around her shoulders might even be the same brand.

But she's persistent, waving harder as if maybe you didn't recognize her, and so, chagrined, you wave back. She gives you a little nod, and sets off down the stairs and out of sight.

Felix calls her Cool Girl. You'd asked about her, that first time you'd met at the dorm, and he didn't tell you her name then. You get the feeling that he doesn't know it, but you don't need to know it, either. Cool Girl suits her. You'd always envied girls like her, with that effortless vibe.

That's the vibe you're after.

🦋 him 🦋

It's not the most graceful way Felix has ever asked for something, but it does the trick.

She'd arrived a while ago, in one of those outfits that's now become her usual, the little skirt and the fast-fashion dress shoes and the blouse, looking distinctly uncomfortable. Felix had asked what was wrong, but she had no answer for him, and the wisest thing at that point was to let it go.

Besides, Felix is thinking about something different.

"No one is home," he says.

She makes a face. "Good?"

"No, I mean, like. No one. And they won't be. For a while."

"Sounds like you have a plan," she teases.

"Well, I mean. That depends on a couple things," Felix answers, words a lot more confident than he feels.

He's nervous, of course, but that just means that he needs to rely as much as possible on that charisma he knows he has inside, the stuff that he brings out for shoots and stages. Even if it's just a thin veneer of courage, it'll help.

"Like?"

Like if she's ready to put the empty house to good use.

"Whatever you wanna do tonight," he says, instead.

Her smile is slow-spreading and knowing. "Like I said. It sounds like you have a plan."

"Well," Felix says again, "D'you wanna hang out in my room, this time?"

She's still never been into his bedroom, not even now that so much time has passed. It's one line that hasn't been crossed. They go to her place so much more often, where there aren't any roommates or managers or passive-aggressive leaders to worry about.

And she would usually shoot him down right away, anyway, if he offered the relative privacy of the bedroom, even for innocent things like movie nights without disruptions.

Not this time.

"Sure."

"Yeah?" Felix asks, dumbfounded.

"Yeah, sounds good."

"Okay."

He's the one who asked, and he's the one who really wanted it, but Felix can't help but feel like a schoolboy bringing a crush into his room for the first time. With the added embarrassment of it being a room that he shares with older brothers, no less.

But she comes into the room without hesitating, following him right in and sitting down on his bed when he offers it to her.

"Crowded," she teases, as she takes a look around.

"It's three guys in here, less than ideal," Felix replies.

"At least your bed is freestanding."

She's right about that. The bunk bed set that Chan and Changbin share is hanging on by a thread, already a precarious online-order model before it was put through its paces for several years by two men in their twenties. How Chan manages to have so much sex when he's a grown man who sleeps on the top bunk, Felix will never understand.

"Yeah," Felix says. "I mean, it's still kinda just shoved in here, y'know?"

"I think it's fine," she grins.

As if she knows exactly what Felix has in mind tonight - and let's be real, she probably does - she falls lazily back onto the mattress, spreading her arms out to the sides and stretching out. One person almost fills the twin bed, as it is, but Felix is determined to at least try and fill it up more.

"Comfy?" he asks, grinning.

"Not bad," she answers.

"You look pretty comfy."

She folds her arms behind her head, now. "Kind of lonely, though."

That's a suggestion if Felix has ever heard one. He takes a step forward before his nerve abandons him, and stops just shy of her knees. The angle she's at isn't particularly suggestive, since her feet are still on the ground and her skirt falls daintily to cover everything, but Felix's heart is pounding in his chest.

"What are you scared of?" she asks suddenly.

"I'm not scared."

"Don't lie. You don't need to lie," she shrugs, the motion stifled since she's still laying down. "It's just me."

There's something in her face that captivates him. Intensity in her eyes, a glimmer of something beneath it. She's always demanded all of Felix's attention, the way that she talks, the way that she carries herself, but there's an aura in this moment that's completely different. He kind of feels like he's drowning in it.

He's answering her before he's even thought about it. "Getting caught, for one."

She smiles. "You said everyone's out."

"They are, but c'mon. That would be the worst."

"Wouldn't wanna put on a show?"

"Not this time."

"Is that it?" she asks, shifting a bit.

She parts her legs the slightest bit more, and Felix notices. She notices him noticing, too, if the way her smile curves up even more is any indication.

"Because you said everyone's out. I trust you. If we have some time alone, we might as well use it, huh?"

"I've never done anything in this room before," Felix says.

"No?"

"Not with anyone else."

She laughs. "Well, there's a first time for everything."

"I think it would be...you know. Kind of..."

"Weird?" she suggests, but Felix shakes his head.

"No. Hot."

He needs her to just understand, to just let him live this one time. He doesn't really want to explore why he thinks that, but God, does he. It would be so hot to get to mess around with someone in here, to bring something so contrary to work into this place that work pays for, that work maintains for him.

To this room that he shares with his hyungs.

To this room where at least one of his hyungs-

"Hot, huh?" she repeats, like she's tasting it.

Felix takes that last step forward, and tentatively reaches out. Her legs are spread just enough, on either side of his own, bracketing him as he leans in to rest a palm on each of her thighs.

They've done this much before. They've done quite a bit. But Felix wants...he wants...

"Do you just want to fuck me in your dorm, Felix?"

It's like she's pulling the words right out of his brain and throwing them at him, and it wipes away all rational responses. Felix just gapes at her. He didn't know she could talk like that. That she would. That she would want to. It's fucking good, but it's sent him reeling.

The silence stretches on while Felix tries to plug his brain back in, and in the meantime, she sits up, bringing her face right up close to Felix's where he stands, frozen.

"Maybe that's too big of a question," she pouts. "Okay. Felix, do you want me to kiss you?"

Now that, he can handle. "Yes."

She does, and if she was tasting his earlier confession, she's devouring him now. Her arm thrown over his shoulder, her hand in his hair, guiding his lips against hers like she thinks he wouldn't know what to do without her. Or maybe like she knows it.

"Here?" she continues, hot against his mouth. "Is it that different from doing it at my house?"

"So different," he breathes.

"Why?"

The words pour out. "Because at your house I'm just...Felix. Here, with the rest of the members, at the d-dorm, I'm-"

"You are," she agrees.

Slowly, she lowers herself back to the mattress, bringing him with her. Felix lets himself follow, draping himself over her body as she settles. Even from below him, she looms.

"Do you want me to touch you, Just Felix?" she asks.

"So much."

"Where?"

He's blunt. "Everywhere."

She grins. She dazzles.

She snakes a hand to the hem of his oversized tee, and shucks it over his head before he can even feel self-conscious.

"Is this okay?" she asks.

Felix nods.

She's doing everything, she's setting the pace, but Felix thinks he needs that. The last thing he would want is for her to feel rushed, or stifled, or uncomfortable at all with the ways things are going. Felix wants her so badly he can feel his chest aching, and with no way to see inside her head and make sure she feels the same, the least he can do is let things move the way she wants.

"That's kind of dirty, you know," she says.

"What...what is?"

She shrugs again, petting that free hand down Felix's bare chest. "Wanting to fuck in here. You share this room. Kind of naughty."

Her words are careful, like she's testing the waters. Felix appreciates it, but he knows that she can feel the way he's twitching in his joggers, hard against her inner thigh. Far from embarrassed, now, Felix just wants her to keep fucking talking.

"I do want it," he says.

"You want to think about the things that we've done, every time you're in here?" she asks. "When the guys are here, too?"

Felix lets out an undignified whimper, but he's too far gone already to care.

"Or do you just want to think about me?"

"As if I don't already," Felix murmurs.

"Do you?" she asks, amused.

"How could I not?"

How could he not imagine what she feels like under his hands, completely bare and all for him? How could he not want her here, beneath or above him, always?

"Okay, then," she says.

Her eyes are dark, her voice is darker, and Felix is briefly concerned that he's not going to survive if she's like this.

"Come on, Stray Kids Felix, if you wanna fuck me, then fuck me."

🕷 you 🕷

When you come back to Earth, the energy is so surreal that you're not even embarrassed about how you acted.

The things that came out of your mouth...you didn't even know that you were into things like that. Talking like that. You didn't think you'd be into pushing Felix around like that, teasing him and pulling all of those embarrassing (hot...extremely hot...) confessions of intimacy out him. Maybe this counts as a kink of some kind? You're not sure. It wasn't premeditated, that's for sure.

You knew what Felix wanted right away, of course. You've been wondering yourself when that moment was finally going to come, when one of you would finally ask the other to cross the line and finally, finally have sex.

That moment came, and Jesus Christ. Given everything else about Felix, you'd expected a sweet and simple first time together. What you’d gotten was a lot more.

He seems to have enjoyed it, though. You can assume as much from the way he's sprawled on his back beside you, flushed and breathless, one arm over his eyes as he calms down. You certainly enjoyed it.

But for now....

"I'm gonna go use the bathroom," you tell him.

"Sure thing," he mumbles, "Put some clothes on."

"Maybe I will, maybe I won't," you tease.

Felix laughs, deep voice even deeper from wear. "People live here."

You do pull your skirt back on, despite your words, and when a quick glance around doesn't yield your blouse, you pick up a random discarded t-shirt from the floor and put that on, too. Undergarments are too much of a bother just for one quick trip to the bathroom.

"Hurry back," Felix pouts.

He's still not looking at you, eyes half-hidden beneath his arm and a faint smile playing over his mouth, freckles standing out starkly on his pink cheeks. It makes you strangely proud that you did this. His content and his exhaustion, his pretty flushed face and the faint fingernail marks fading on his shoulder, are all because of you.

You blow him a kiss as you sneak out the door.

And you run smack into Bang Chan.

Literally. You turn around, and you collide with a firm chest just inches outside the door. You stumble, and a quick glance confirms it.

“Chan!” you gasp.

"Whoa!" Chan exclaims, catching you by the shoulder as you regain your balance. "(Y/N)! Sorry!"

"No, no, I'm sorry," you sputter, "I should have looked where I was going."

"No, I'm the one who-"

Chan cuts himself off suddenly, and he lets go of your shoulder as if it's burned him. He's looking pointedly at some fixed spot just behind you in the hallway. Something wrestles with the gentle surprise on his face, and after a moment he just smiles blandly.

It's that moment that you become very, very aware of the fact that you have absolutely nothing on under these clothes.

"Sorry, really," he says.

"No...no problem."

His face is flushed. You'd forgotten how good he looks when that pink tone takes over his ears and the high points of his cheeks. Dazed, you move toward the bathroom door, and you're mortified when Chan takes a step in the same direction.

"You - oh. Go ahead," he says.

"It's your house," you reply, "If you need-"

"I insist."

You smile in spite of yourself, in spite of this absolutely ridiculous situation you've found yourself in. Absently, you try to smooth your hair back into place. Your priority should be getting away as fast as you can, but you can't seem to make your feet move. Surely it can't be too much trouble to talk to Chan for just a minute longer...

"I was just gonna shower, anyway. I can wait," Chan says.

You glance over his mussed clothes, the towel thrown over one shoulder.

"Gym?" you guess.

"Ah, I've been trying to get back into the routine, yeah," he says, with a real smile this time, one that makes his dimples pop.

"I can tell."

His ears flame darker pink, and a wave of satisfaction crests in the pit of your stomach, warm vindication. You trudge into the bathroom, determined to leave this social interaction on a high note.

"Hey, (Y/N)?" Chan calls, as you're closing the door.

You freeze.

"Yeah?"

You can't see him, but you can hear his sheepish smile in his voice as he says, "Are you gonna keep borrowing my shirts every time you come over?”

🐝 him 🐝

The things that he's hearing from inside his shared bedroom are stronger than he ever imagined words could be.

Because they're doing actual damage inside his head. They must be. They're ricocheting around his skull, knocking the edges off his judgement and chipping away at his restraint, changing him into a person he barely recognizes in this moment. That must be what's going on.

That's the only possible explanation for why he's still standing here.

And then he hears her voice, low and firm and sensual.

"Come on, Stray Kids Felix, if you wanna fuck me, then fuck me."  

That.

That's the final blow, and he can't even decide what piece is worst.

Maybe it's Felix's name. It's a name that he knows and says and loves, that he shortens and tosses around because that's one of his favorite people in the whole world, and such a wonderful name attached to such a wonderful person shouldn't sound like that-

Maybe it's the profanity, sharp sounds warping the intention and the sound in a way that renders the entire sentiment alien.

Or maybe it's their name. The team’s name. Their title, their distinction, wielded like an insult rather than the badge of belonging that it's meant to be. Their name, thrown into the ring like it's nothing.

The sentence all together is more than he can handle.

He's shocked, and more than a little embarrassed that he's walked into a moment like this, but more than that...

On top of that...

He's. He's hard.

Felix chooses that horrific moment to answer, voice so low that it's almost lost through the buffer of the closed door.

"God, I'm fuckin' gonna."

And his hand flies down to press over the undeniable erection in his loose shorts, equal parts shame and deep intrigue. He should be running away, stopping himself, going in there, fucking anything other than exactly what he's doing. But he can't seem to unfreeze his feet from this very spot.

A gasp.

A moan.

A high-pitched noise that's so breathless and desperate, it could equally be either Felix or her. His Felix, his favorite person, or her. That girl.

He closes his eyes for longer than a blink, steels himself, and just for a moment, just for as long as this lasts, slides a hand into the waistband of his shorts, and indulges.

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After what seems like an eternity, they've finished.

He hasn't. He didn't let it go that far, though he did enjoy himself. He stands, slightly weak-kneed and extremely empty-headed, leaning against the wall just to feel the cool paint against his side.

And then that girl runs right into him.

How he didn't hear the door open, or hear any of the conversation that must have happened on the other side, he'll never know.

She's just there, suddenly, walking straight into him and gasping out his name.

"Chan!"

"Whoa!" he hears himself say, "(Y/N)! Sorry!"

He steadies her with one hand on her shoulder.

"No, no, I'm sorry, I should have looked where I was going."

"No, I'm the one who-"

Chan can feel any chance of getting out of this situation with his dignity intact dying as he looks at her, apprehensive anyway, and notices what she's wearing.

It's a t-shirt. It's his.

This one is nothing special, just like the last one, but Chan's stomach twists unpleasantly as he looks at her. It's another one of their old shirts from album promotions, worn-out to the point that Chan's kept it only out of nostalgia, kept only for sleeping and gym sessions. And apparently, to be borrowed by the girl that Felix is fucking.

No, by the fan that Felix is fucking.

The fan.

He's been silent for much too long by now, just staring. All he can imagine, as he looks at her, is the sound of her voice.

"Come on, Stray Kids Felix, if you wanna fuck me, then fuck me."  

But as the memory echoes, as he looks at her in the borrowed Yellow Wood shirt, some of the ambiguity falls away, leaving the one thread that runs through this entire tryst as he understands it. The thing that makes this girl stand out as a risk, as a red flag dressed in Chan's t-shirt with the faint imprint of Felix's teeth on her throat beneath it.

Stray Kids Felix. Fuck me.

Stray Kids.

#stray kids fanfic #stray kids smut #stray kids felix #stray kids felix fanfic #lee felix fanfic #lee felix x you #lee felix x reader #lee felix #bang chan fanfic #stray kids bang chan fanfic #kpop fanfic

[brokenmusicboxwolfe]

Yesterday I took a quick walk to the swamp because Mom had been too weak to talk long.

The western section of the swamp, the one effected by the “new”** beaver dam, had dropped 2 feet in water level in just two days. That means something has happened dam, and most probably the recent local kill the beavers/clear the swamps has started to hit close to home….

So, I was upset. But, interestingly, it has had a good side.

Today Mom was in a bad way. When I called Mom said nothing and my sister-in-law took the phone. She told me Mom was doing her “fish impression”, gasping for air more than breathing, and it probably wasn’t worth trying today because she couldn’t talk and wouldn’t be listening much. She suggested I just try again tomorrow, but I said I wanted to just talk at her for 5 minutes. Just so she could hear me and know I love her….

The phone was set be her head and I started what I expected to be a short monologue to silence. And it sure seemed to be just that, until I started telling her about the beavers. She was unhappy to hear about it and started talking!

Mom and I not only talked a while about that, but then about stuff I’d been working on, stuff I have planned to do, the news, what I watched last night***, and eventually back to reading to her****. I had gone in expecting to too not hear her say anything, and struggle at five minutes, but we went on for nearly 1 1/2 hrs with her still able to say goodbye!

So, basically, I think getting her emotionally hooked with the drained bit of swamp made her feel she needed to talk about it, which in turn gave her the push she needed. Yes, she is incredibly weak and found breathing hard, but sometimes the right motivation can really help.

Funny though, isn’t it? One day something makes me sad, and the next I am so very glad I had it to talk about.

**There are three beaver dams on the swamp along our place:

The “old” dam. It was created something like twenty or twenty five years ago. I’d go every single day to break a hole in it. That sounds like I had it in for the beavers, but actually I was trying to protect them. I knew if the water level got visibly from high nearby road people would “do” something. Then the government decided after a hurricane to use funds to clear the swamps. They were supposed to leave the beavers be, BUT the idiots doing it couldn’t tell a beaver dam if their lives depended on it. “it wasn’t a beaver dam. It was just mud and sticks!” they told Pop. And that was that for beavers for many years.

The “current” dam. When beavers finally returned they build their new dam down stream. This is the one that you see in photos I post, the one that created the lovely pond and where I has been watching the beavers swimming around. The place with the irises and my favorite tree to flop next to. This dam was safe, too far away to effect the road and with the neighbors, being duck hunters, glad it’s there.

The “new” dam. This one was started a couple years ago down stream, close to the western border to our property. It had been “under construction” before I discovered it. I wondered if it was just the next generation moving on their own home or what. That section is still full of trees because the ponding hasn’t been going on that long and it wasn’t as deep yet.

*** “Flight of the Conchords” is my current tv watching. Movie wise things have been disappointing, but this show has been making up for blah movies.

My movie comments were (to use one example..Movie: Company Business) “I hadn’t noticed Mikhail Baryshnikov is short, and I thought he looked about the same height as David McCallum, and OMG they were they WERE the same height! And I swear that movie script was unfinished, like there was stuff that felt like writer place holders to figure out later only they didn’t…which is weird since the writer was also the director. Pity, as a spy movie set in that very specific period where the cold war was ending and no one knew what would come next, with an American and Russian bonding in a thriller/comedy/buddy picture sounds fun.”

I swear, every movie I’ve seen lately (old, new, prehistoric) has ended up with me saying “pity”.

**** Still Terry Pratchett’s The Truth. Mom has had some bad days lately, so we haven’t finished it yet. There was a chunk today about the public not caring as much as out hero about the news he writes, and how no matter how imperfect the Patrician is, how much worse other leaders had been and very likely could be….well, it felt very relevant!

#my day #rambles #mom #beavers #family #conversations

[millenialfanfictionaddiction]

Alright mom I need all the angst to fluff you can throw at me. My husband left today to Montana for a job a full 2 weeks before the kids and I can join him and I'm a sobbing, anxiety ridden, panic attack holding mess rn lmfao.

Oh no bby 😭😭😭 ok so the Hinata oneshot that's coming tomorrow is fluff to angst to fluff again. I have a Kageyama x reader x Atsumu fic ready that angst to fluff but it's horribly unedited 🥲

Angst to fluff incoming 🖤

Ok but here me out because I'm in a whole ass Hinata mood right now. Picture this, Hinata just got transfered to Brazil and you had to stay behind to wrap up your job.

It wad a particularly bad day at work. Your boss was being an ass, nothing went right at all, you spilled your coffee.

You think things will be better when you get home and all you want to do is relax and watch tv/ read fanfiction/ have a drink. You can't get a seat on the train and then someone proceeds to spill water all over you. Your pants/dress gets caught in the door and rips, and you lost your favorite scrunchie/ claw clip.

It's been a day from hell and all you want to do is cuddle Shoyo but then you remember he's thousands of miles away in Brazil. It's like 7am in Brazil right now and you decide to text him because usually you have can chat for a few hours before he starts practice.

You text him as you grab a beverage and sit down. He texts you and says he can't talk right now because of an early training. You ask if you can talk for a few minutes.

You: can we chat for just a few minutes? I miss you 😔

Shoyo: hey babe! I miss you too. I'm so sorry I can't chat right now because I've got a ridiculously early practice. But hey I'll call you tonight when I get home ok?

You: ok sho

That was the crest that broke the dam as you started to cry uncontrollably. You knew Shoyo didn't know you had a bad day but still, it was killing you that you couldn't talk with him. You sobbed and ugly cried for what seemed like forever until you decided to take a shower. So you took your beverage in the shower, sag on the floor and cried some more. You not only had a shitty day but you missed your boyfriend dearly. You knew in a few weeks you'd be together again but you needed him now.

Getting out of the shower, you dried your body and put on pajamas. You were still upset, sniffing and rubbing your now red eyes when someone knocked on the door.

"Seriously? It's like 8:30pm" you grumbled as you went to the door. When you opened it, there stood your hyper boyfriend practically jumping in place as he waited for you.

"Surprise!! Baby what's wrong-" Shoyo said, dropping his bag and running to hug you

"Sho" you said crying and hugging your boyfriend tight "w-what are you d-doing here?" You said crying in his arms

"I came to surprise you baby! I'm taking you to Brazil with me! Fuck that job, I got you one with the team! You're our new manager" he said as you cried harder into his arms, so emotionally overjoyed and exhausted

"I love you shoyo!" You cried as he rubbed your back and kissed you

"Baby- umm I can't tell if your happy or sad right now..." he said, confused as you laughed.

"Well I'm happy now" you said smiling and kissing him back "I just had a shitty day and I thought you were too busy to talk"

"Well I couldn't let you FaceTime or call me since I was in the middle of the Tokyo Airport just 30 minutes ago" he said "I'm sorry I wasn't here babe"

"It's ok Sho! This more than makes up for it!" You said hugging and kissing him again

"I can't wait to start our lives in Brazil together. I love you YN"- he said

"I can't wait either Sho"

#my lovely bbys #alreadyinsane #hinata angst to fluff #haikyu angst to fluff

[hazbinextgeneration]

Lonely Together

(Warning: Cussing and suggestive themes. If any of Vizviepop's ocs are mentioned they belong to her. Xmas gift for @ynkaliko Prudence belongs to her.)

Tick tock. Tick tock. Tick tock.

The tall skyscraper was quiet this chilly night. Funny how a place that was supposed to be depicted on constant hellfire would be able to get cold this year. But that's to be expected she guessed. But that wasn't the most surprising part of her night, she just hasn't discovered it yet hidden deep within the walls of the empty offices. It was cold despite being inside, staying in late to handle up things, not like she would be spending the holidays with anyone else right now. After all everyone else had plans already. Loona went ...somewhere (partying with that nice hellhound boy if she remembered right). And her other coworkers were off in another ring entirely visiting family so it was only her taking care of a few last things this late at night. Nothing but her, office work, and the ticking clock on the wall.

Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock.

She could even go home after this. All that was left to do was to drop these papers on top of the head honcho's desk for him to do with as he pleased. Easier done than said now as there was no distractions to take her attention away. Although it was too quiet for her tastes. The only noises being the clock and her footsteps walking through the lonely halls. Eventually the creak of the door was opened and she found herself walking past a desk and a giant aquarium of electric eels, the third one to be replaced just that month, The water was hell to get out of the carpet whenever it was eventually destroyed, and over to a secondary door that opened with a louder creak and she just walked right in without a care in the world. The office was big yet simple with posterboards with different business plans pinned to them, a white board with marker and horrible little doodles drawn onto it, and old framed posters hanged on the walls of peeling wallpaper. The old gray desk and worn out office chair was there in the dark room, thanks to all the blinds being shut, and she simply had to walk around the desk in order to place the papers on that...or she would've...if her leg hadn't bumped into something solid making her stumble a bit but thankfully not trip over. And her pink eyes turned to blink at the leg she had stumbled over...and followed it up to a face.

"....Blitz?"

The lump of imp didn't even move for a second but eventually turned his gaze up to her in a weak smile towards her. "Oh Heeeeeeyyyy, Pru-Pru. Pru-Pudding. Sweet little babes! When did you get so tall?~ Not that I'm complaining. Y'know I always thought legs were your best feature." He made a bad attempt of an eyebrow wiggle at her.

She rose a brow back. "Well I could be wrong but aren't you just the one on the floor?"

"Oh fuck the little details will you?" He pouted a frown as big as his horns spread across his face. "If I want to fucking spread my ass on the floor like the aftermath of a train wreck that my own own dam business and yyyyooouuu-" he pointed an accused hand at her unchanging expression. "-stick that nose out of it! Why are YOU here huh!? Stop being so prying of things you shouldn't know!"

"....So what happened while I was gone this time?," she asked instead of commenting on anything he said and just turned to plop the papers on the desk.

He sprung up so comedically fast one would've thought he was a cartoon character. "Oh don't you dare assume anything! I own this fucking establishment and I have my own mod dam right to lay my ass where ever I please. So there!" He shouted which ended with him pouting and crossing his arms as she just calmly stared back.

"...I'll take a wild guess and say you literally have nothing else going on for you today."

She didn't even flinch when the body of said taller imp was suddenly on her. Dropping to his knees, Two arms wrapped around her, and a sad kicked puppy expression was pointed up to her from his face pressed against her stomach.

"Prrruuuudddyyyyyy!!!," he whined pathetically a hand 'dramatically' pressed against his forehead. "I'm already abandoned.~ *insert fake sob* NO ONE WANTS TO BE AROUND ME!! I SHOULD JUST A HORRIBLE AND LONELY DEEEMIIIIIISSE!!!"

"...You want to spend some time together?"

Again he comically sprung up faster than inhumanly possible and both his hands entrapped her between him and the desk. "Oh fucking hell, Pruddy.~ I thought you'd never ask.~" Again another eyebrow wiggle which she amusedly smiled at.

"You knew I'd be working."

"Hey. I am the boss. I make everyone's schedules.~"

"You planned this from the beginning."

"Oh what? No- No, no, no-....Ok, yes. But you can't blame me when I got a gift I don't even have to unwrap is walking right in front of me.~"

"I still don't understand the need to lay on the floor."

"Oh for fucks sake. Gives me a certain...angle on things.~" Translated too it just gave him a perverted view to some things. "Give me an A for being honest-"

A small boop to his nose from her made him give pause long enough for her to chuckle and for him to literally melt in her embrace. Eyes going nearly feral and tail wagging harder behind him as red claws dug harder into the desk.

"The paperwork can wait.~"

[goddessofroyalty]

From my train ride yesterday some domestic Zaun Family verse fluff.

Tags: omegaverse, past-mpreg, nursing (but in a super passing reference way)

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“Come on love, that’s your wakeup call too,” Vander says, pressing a kiss to his mate’s temple.

It’s unfair really. That he can’t instead trace the familiar path up Silco’s long, bare legs; up under Vander’s shirt his mate had taken to sleep in and spend the morning making his omega moan. Some sights an alpha shouldn’t have to control himself at.

But their pups are awake and hungry and neither they nor Zaun will wait for them to take their time exploring each other’s well-leant bodies.

Silco groans as he pulls himself up. The nighttime feeding making even him want to sleep in despite all the work he knows has to be done. Vander’s shirt slipping off his shoulder as he sits up.

“You will take Claggor yes?” Silco asks, his true accent slipping through in his tired state.

“’course.” It made sense to do things that way considering Vander couldn’t exactly feed Mylo for his mate.

“Good,” Silco says, gathering Mylo up from where their youngest is now awake in the middle of the bed as Vander gets Claggor from the cot by the side of the bed. Settling the toddler onto his hip, Claggor gripping onto the collar of his shirt.

“I’ll brew us some coffee as well,” Vander promises, earning him a content hum.

Viktor’s already in the downstairs kitchen waiting for them. Their eldest pup sitting up at the table, cane resting against it and half-finished plate of food forgotten about in front of him as he reads through some book Silco brought him the other week off a scholar that had hitched a ride on a ship that happened to stop-over in the port.

“And how long have you been awake for?” Vander asks, ruffling Viktor’s hair as he passes. Silco settling in the seat opposite their eldest and pushing Vander’s shirt off his shoulder more to let Mylo at his breakfast.

“Not long,” Viktor says, only glancing up for a moment before returning to his book, reaching for a pen to copy something onto the paper beside him. Clearly Silco did well getting it for him. “I put coffee on.”

“And I suppose that means you want a mug too?” Vander asks as he puts Claggor down to organize food for their pup and coffee for apparently Viktor as well as them.

“There is enough for three.”

Vander figures they can’t exactly deny their pup his newfound vice considering the ones his parents have.

Plus, it’s adorable how Viktor makes the exact same content noise as his Dam does when Vander puts the mug in front of him.

With a happy mate and eldest pup Vander turns to the task of getting breakfast into Claggor. A messy one as their middle pup seems to like wearing his food as much as he likes eating it.

“I need you to come down to the docks with me after lunch,” Silco says, clearly awake enough to start planning their business for the day. “I’m tired of giving that old sea captain a bigger cut of our profits than he deserves and I want it settled today.

“I’ll do it after I meet with the representative from Noxus,” Vander says. Said ‘representative’ clearly not an official one if he’d come down to Zaun to meet with them but likely someone they want to impress none-the-less.

“You should probably avoid the Factories with them,” Silco says as he puts Mylo against his shoulder to burp. “Word is the Enforcers are looking for who broke the overseer’s windows.”

That would be them. A little reminder that just because the Piltite owned the building didn’t mean he could cut all his workers’ wages on a whim. And that perhaps he should take up the generous sale offer he had been given.

“Right.”

There’s a knock at the back door of the bar, causing both Silco and Viktor’s heads to shoot up.

“It’ll just be the morning delivery,” Vander says. Not that he doesn’t get his mate and eldest caution. Piltover would love to toss them into Stillwater if they could. “Viktor can you finish feeding your brother for me?”

Viktor puts his book down on the table before grabbing his cane and coming to take over. Claggor not minding at all about his big brother feeding him instead. Grinning up at Viktor as the older pup offers him a spoonful of food.

It’s for moments like this that they are working and fighting for. For everyone in Zaun to wake up in the morning with their family and not have to worry about not having enough food to go around or that someone has been arrested by Enforcers for the crime of being at the wrong place at the wrong time.

The fact their pups already have been opportunities ahead of them than either Vander or Silco did is just an added bonus.

#Zaun Family #Arcane #Arcane omegaverse #Omegaverse #Arcane mpreg #mpreg #Vander Arcane #Silco Arcane #Viktor Arcane #I accidently a ficlet #I feel like this thing almost reads as ominious #I was trying to include details to show what their life was like at this point #but instead it just looks like foreshadowing

[annaphoenix1994]

Ch.121 - Battle Cry

Previous Chapter - Masterlist 1; Masterlist 2 - Next Chapter

Kiera and Robert discuss business strategies at the Bitterroot Club, seeing the perfect opportunity to take down Jenkins after the success of the river damming job; Jenkins has other plans.

The following Monday, Kiera met with Robert at the Bitterroot Club for a business meeting, which was a nice break for Kiera considering it wasn’t at the office in town. It was something different, which she knew Robert had different plans instead of casual drinks. Instead, Robert was staking out the other billionaires that were throughout the club, wondering which ones would eagerly do business with his firm so that he could recruit Kiera to buy up their stocks on local land.

“How’re your kids, Kiera?” Robert asked genuinely. “I noticed you didn’t bring them with you today.”

“Simon wanted to take them to work with him today. He’s back in the office for the rest of the month.” She answered, gently sipping on her ordered martini.

“I see. Growing like a weed, huh?”

“That they are. A part of me is eager to see how they grow up.”

“I’m sure you’ll have a new wrangler and a little barrel racer to haul to rodeos every weekend before you know it.”

“Probably,” She nodded. “Evie keeps trying to say her first word. Every day, she’s getting closer and closer. Simon sent me a video around lunch time of her babbling like she’s trying to say dada. We’re having a competition right now to see what word she says first.”

“And Jacob?”

“Quiet as sin, Rob. It’s quite scary. He murmurs every now and then, but he’s more expressive with his eyes instead of his mouth. I keep trying to get him to say mama, but he’s not as eager as Evie is.”

“Children, for ya,” Robert chuckled. “My daughter took her dear sweet time saying her first word.”

“At this point, I wouldn’t be surprised if her first word was a cuss word.” She scoffed, bringing her glass up to her lips to take another drink.

“Probably,” Robert nodded. “I’ve noticed you’ve cut down on drinking like you used to.”

“I quit for a while before I got pregnant. I didn’t start drinking again until Simon and I went on our honeymoon.”

“That brings me to my next question: how did you drink so much at one time and not seem one bit tipsy?”

“Adderall,” She smirked, watching Robert laugh at her brutally honest answer.

“Then what was the point of drinking anything at all?”

“You’re forgetting what line of work I was in for years before you and I crossed paths, Rob,” She shook her head. “What else was I going to drink? A fuckin’ Fresca?”

“Oh, Kiera. You certainly have your father’s attitude.”

“And mouth.”

“That I’m aware. Are you still enjoying your job?”

“Of course.”

“You know, there’s a lot of work that could be waiting for you up in Montana at my headquarters—”

“I’m staying here, Rob.”

“I know, but you know my offer still stands.”

“I can work from my computer if I need to.”

“You can’t take over companies through Skype, Kiera.”

“Want to bet?” She arched her brow. “Besides, I don’t need to be up north in Montana or Denver to kill companies. Look where you are. The Teton Valley is the Mecca of dumb money. People clawing at each other just to get a half-acre lot of land for their mini home for a quarter of a million dollars just to look at a mountain in the morning. I’m very surprised I haven’t seen trust fund babies walking here on I-90 barefoot, flogging themselves. This is the greatest concentration of wealth in the west. Not L.A., not New York City, right here.”

“Wyoming isn’t the only state, unfortunately. They’re swamping up towards Montana, too.”

“Of course they are,” She scoffed. “Montana is just poverty with a view nowadays. Wyoming is becoming the same. I could throw a boomerang across this room and hit at least three millionaires.”

“Would you run my office here if I went back to Montana?”

“I’d run it like a tight ship, Rob. You know that.”

“That’s why I asked. You know the protocols and you know the job. Everything other than that, you run on your own terms.”

“I like the sound of that,” She smirked, her heart swelling with excitement before a distinct voice in the background caught her attention:

“Welcome!”

“Hello. Reservation for Jenkins.”

“Yes, sir. Right this way.”

“When I do, I know exactly the company I’d kill first.” She said, nodding her head towards Phillip as he and his wife entered the club, confirming their reservation for an evening dinner.

“You know Phil Jenkins?”

“Oh, we’ve met. Is he a friend?”

“Of course, he’s a friend, but this is business. He’s trying to open up a version of this in the valley—”

“The valley bordering my ranch, yes. Believe me, I’m well aware. It’s ripe to fall. So a friend, huh?”

“Like I said, it’s a business. You have to have friends to keep business. If you can kill it, kill it.”

“Want another?” She hummed, holding up her martini glass after she had finished it.

“Bring me a whiskey. I think I’ll need one after what you’re planning to do.”

“For once I agree with you.” She smirked, stalking towards the bar of the club in search of her new victim, except he came toting along a woman next to him. Oh, this’ll be good, the mused.

“Dalton? Two whiskeys, please.”

“Sure thing.”

She nodded, purposely taking a seat next to Phillip at the bar while his wife sat on the opposite side of him. Kiera waited a few moments before putting on a fake smile, “Oh, hi, Phil! Who’s this?”

“I’m his wife.” She smiled.

“Ah. Kiera Riley. I run Mergers and Acquisitions for Jackson Collins Equities.”

“Oh, so you work with Phil?”

“Something like that. Isn’t that right?” She hummed, knowing she was getting under his skin, seeing the anger that was flooding up from the pit of his stomach. I will get you emotional. And when I do, you will become weak. “So, are you two out for an evening cocktail? Long day at the office?”

“It’s always a long day at the office.” He grumbled.

“Oh, I’m sure. Especially when things change unexpectedly, right?”

“Right.” He huffed.

“These are the best cocktails,” His wife commented, oblivion clearly all over her face. A ditz, if you were to call it that. “Where we’re from, the city shuts down at four a.m. Here, it shuts down at four p.m. Isn’t that funny? There’s almost no trouble here and it’s so quiet.”

Kiera smirked, “There’s plenty of trouble if you know where to look. You seem like you like to have some every now and then?”

The woman nearly squealed, “Something tells me that you like trouble. I like that! We could use some!”

“Well, I’m your girl.”

“Oh, my God! Phil, I think I finally found a friend!” She smiled at her husband. “Are you getting ready to leave, by chance?”

“Not on your life, sister.”

“Great. I’ll be right back!”

Kiera vaguely heard Phil growl before leaning towards her in a desperate attempt to look somewhat dominant, knowing he would have no luck with her. “Remember what I said, Phil. Generations.” She snickered.

“You think I’m still not going to fuck you over after that little stunt on the river? Huh?��� He growled.

“Absolutely,” She scoffed. “I told you to watch me fuck up your little plan so you can mark a tally on your scorecard under my name. Besides, I’m not fucking you over, I’m fucking her over – and if she’s got a brother, I’m fucking him over too. I’m chopping your entire family tree down like fucking Paul Bunyon.” She laughed, requesting another glass of whiskey after finishing her first, grasping another glass for Robert as well before standing to her feet. “Send her over when she gets back, would ya? I’d love to talk about business strategies with her.”

“Not a chance.”

“I wasn’t asking.” She giggled, making her way back to the sitting room to offer Robert his requested glass of whiskey.

“Kiera, I advise you to be careful dealing with Phil. He’ll stab you in the back the second you fall down.” Phil warned.

“Please, when I get done with that cocksucker, you’ll have custody of his kids and his grandchildren will be on welfare.” She scoffed, sitting back in her chair and crossing her leg over her opposite knee.

*

Back at the lodge, Eva welcomed Simon and the twins into the house with open arms (and plenty of kisses for Jacob and Evie) as she was beyond happy to see them in the evening. It was a new routine at this point – whether Simon or Kiera had the twins, they made it a point to bring them to the lodge to see their grandmother as both Kiera and Simon felt that it would help Eva with her grieving process after losing Bud, remembering a sad statement Eva had made in the past:

“I don’t care if it’s once a day or four times a day, the more you all are in my home, the fuller it feels. That’s what my heart needs is the family I have left. This house is too big for just me.”

“How are you, sweetheart?” Eva smiled up at Simon, pinching his cheek before going to grasp the first twin that came into her line of sight.

“I’m alright, love,” He smiled. “Been a long day, that’s for sure.”

“You look like you have a headache. Your face is as red as a beet!” Eva frowned, reaching up to place the back of her hand against Simon’s forehead.

“H-How did you know?”

“I’m a mother who just earned her title as Nana, I know when a child is sick, especially an adult.”

“How you figure?”

“Because adults aren’t as good as hiding it,” She smiled. “Go lay down on the couch, sweetheart. I’ll tend to my grandbabies.”

“I can’t let you do that, Eva,” Simon shook his head. “At least let me—”

“Simon Riley, I won’t take no for an answer, now go lay down on the couch and take a nap.”

He breathed a chuckle, “Yes, ma’am.”

“Thank you. There ain’t no room for you being a stubborn mule. I already have to deal with Kiera’s thick hide.” Eva giggled, holding Evie snug against her hip while she held her hand between Simon’s shoulder blades as she escorted him into the living room, keeping a sharp eye on him until he lay on the couch.

“I’m still trying to learn the secret to keeping her in line.” Simon chuckled.

“There is no keeping her in line, sweetheart. You just gotta walk the line with her.”

“Ain’t that the truth.”

“I’ll dim the lights so you can rest your eyes. I have a stew on the stove and it needs to simmer for a while before it’s ready. I’ll take the babies into the other room so you can sit in the quiet. I’ll be right back.” She assured him, bringing him a folded blanket from the opposite couch adjacent to the one he was laying on and splayed it over him.

“Thank you.”

“No need to thank me, sweetheart. Just doing what grandmothers do.” She smiled warmly, leaning her cheek against Evie’s forehead before leaving Simon to hopefully rest in the living room.

“Kiera said she’d be home in an hour.” She heard him chime from the couch.

“Nap, Simon!” Eva reminded, knowing that Kiera would be home soon as Kiera had a habit of calling her mother first before she’d call Simon.

He chuckled to himself, “Yes, ma’am.”

Although his plans didn’t involve actually dozing off, his eyes shot open at the sound of Eva’s distressed voice coming from the kitchen. “What is it?” He asked hastily, rubbing his eyes to focus his vision after his brief nap. “Where are you?”

“I’m in the kitchen, sweetheart,” She replied, her voice low in a whisper as Simon looked at her with a worried expression. “There’s someone in front of the house. They kept peeking in through the windows in the living room and then they disappeared—”

“Stay here. I’ll go look,” He informed, his heart thudding with adrenaline, hoping that it wasn’t a major threat peering along the outside of the lodge. “Stay away from any doors or windows.”

“O-Okay.” She nodded, nearly trembling with nervousness, but thankful that Simon was under the same roof as her as protecting herself was unlikely due to her fragile age.

“It’ll be alright, don’t worry.” He nodded, walking towards the front door and looking through the stained glass, seeing a man in normal attire lurking around, seeming to pace back and forth like a person who was under the influence. Removing the pistol from his waistband, Simon was glad he was still in his uniform as he normally didn’t carry a pistol on him unless he was working or doing ranch work as you could truly never know when you’d need it. “Can I help you?” He asked sternly, the pistol held to his side behind the door as he avoided opening it fully.

“Is Kiera Dutton around?”

As badly as he wanted to correct him, he chose to stay silent, “No. What’s your business with her?”

“I was sent to deliver this to only her.”

“I’m her husband. What you can tell her, you can tell me. What’s behind your back?”

“I-I just need to give this to her—”

“I won’t ask again,” Simon warned, the tone of the man’s voice immediately raising concern. Aside from being in the military, being an official heightened his senses when it came to suspicious body language. With his demand, he then presented his pistol as he opened the door further, revealing his true size compared to his opponent, making the man gulp nervously before revealing a folder that he had kept behind his back. “Now, why was that so hard?”

“I-I don’t know, sir, I—”

“Hand it over.”

He nodded slowly, taking slow and hesitant steps towards Simon, holding his free hand in surrender after he saw the pistol clutched in Simon’s hand. “I’m here to serve her.” He finally spoke, tossing the folder onto the stone porch in front of Simon’s feet.

“Why’d you make a big deal about it in the first place?”

“I-I don’t know.”

“If I ever see you peering in through the windows again, I won’t give you a chance to explain yourself. Understand?”

“Yes, sir.”

“Get out of here.” He scoffed, watching the man do as he was told, more like warned, before he picked up the folder in question, slowly opening it to reveal the contents inside. “Bloody fucking hell.”

“Who was that, Simon?” Eva asked, slowly approaching the front door after he had shut it, standing next to the window as he watched the car leave the driveway.

Don’t lie to her, Simon. Tell her the truth, he scolded himself. Lying won’t protect her. “He was here to serve papers.”

“Papers? For who?”

“Your daughter.” He breathed a chuckle, desperate to lighten the situation.

“Lord, what did she do now?”

“She didn’t do anything. It’s what she’s about to do.”

“That is?”

“To make it short: some businessman from Las Vegas bought the land in the valley that borders the ranch. He was planning to use the river as an organic power source and the part of the river he was planning to use was on the ranch, so Kiera pulled some strings and was able to have the river rerouted to keep him from doing it.”

“Oh, no,” Eva frowned. “Looks like she’s going to fill in her father’s shoes indefinitely.”

“I’m afraid so. They’s putting together a lawsuit against her for having the river rerouted,” He explained, looking over the document. “Something about rerouting the river being a violation of the Endangered Species Act.”

“Simon, that’s a felony.”

“I know,” He sighed. “I’ll have her look at this when she gets home. She’ll know what to do.”

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Follow me inside the wastelands - Chapter 10  -Arthur Maxson x Female Sole Survivor Fanfic

This one will be a long fic with a lot of chapters, I already write the concepts. Since I don’t play as Nora in Fallout 4 because Nate for me is the real protagonist the personalities and ideas are pretty fanbased from another fanfics I read

If you are very very very delighted with one fic and want a continuation I didn’t write or post you can donate me at least $5 bucks, most of this fics have next chapters I don’t finish because lack of motivation but hey a $5 is a $5, I see a few reviews and coments that fics that are abandoned months laters receive coments of wanting to know what happends next. Here it is, I finished my handling with you all, enjoy the fic

Nora was now walking in crutches all around the Prydwen, healing little by little, going to the gym to get adapted but by everyones surprises…Arthur often walked along her, not only to watch her steps or catch her waist if she falls but because he wanted to be at her side, wanted to be and talk to her, he was showing his affection to her in public so free and couldn’t care less…she did care for him and his reputation but if he said that everything was under control…

-You are the only sentinel in this chapter and the one that destroyed the institute and fight many Deathclaws by bare hand, what better match for the elder? –he stated the time she approached the subject.

-Someone will say that im more valuable in the battlefield than in your bed

-Nonsense, im the elder, if im good the brotherhood is doing good, anyone saying that clearly has never share bed with you –at seeing her laugh he went all serious suddenly- of course I prefer it that way

-Relax, no one is going to know I fuck you too good…although you seem more relaxed I must say…less rigid…-Arthur doesn’t agree, he still have his authoritarian temple.

-If we are seen together no one is going to dare to bother you at a reunion –Nora agreed, that was a benefit –no one would try to steal the elders woman

-The elders woman? –she asked challenging him by stopping her walk and oblige him to look at her eyes, Nora bited her lip seeing his throat slurp saliva down on nerviosism –do you want people to see me like that? –he blushed, looking to another side nervous he dammed this man fallen in love words like there was no consequences sometimes- gosh I want you to take me by the waist and kiss me…but that’s too much for today right? Not right here? –she laughted and went on walking again.

The image cross his mind and again slurped saliva out of words. God he wanted to. But it was to soon and they would be going fast by doing that so better don’t, maybe behind the doors in a while. Or in the next door were nobody is inside but them.

Expending time in public  with another soldier so much was…certainly odd to see, even when he was Danse friend and everybody knew about it the elder walking in public with him that much? Not a chance, the elder usually is working at the command deck. But now there he is, fraternizing with the sentinel with injured legs in the gym, that was getting into the soldiers attention, specially the males.

Some will defend the elders honor, stating that even on how it look like he was…still working. Others will say that there was a visible chemistry. Gentlemens will says that its nobody business to talk about the two most powerfull people on the zeppelin and the pleasants…uh they will say that Arthur was a completely henpeck but most of them will agree that the man was completely under her control, totally enconchado. That he falled hard for the prewar woman, killer of Deathclaws and destroyer of the Institute. It was a good catch no one is gonna lie  but seeing him so…reduced to be the woman accessory…feeled wrong, their all capable and strong elder so sticky to her boots…

She must spell him, what if she was taking advantage of controlling him? That cant be right, but all that rumours silenced at seeing Arthur start to help her in the gym, carring her, adjusting her machines and holding her crutches…even giving her water! Like a servant! If he is not spelled  then how? Soldiers refused to believe he became a total enconchado but…

The proof was as visible as the elder taking her to her visits in the nursery.

Of course everybody acknowledge her habilities and achievements but the elder was now setting a different way of behaving that the men of the brotherhood only reserved on the intimacy with their partners…they could be caring and loving with women, of course they weren’t brutes but in public they wont show that level of fraternization for decorum…and Arthur was clearly ignoring that, a lot, he had it burry deep in his mind before and now with the sentinel around he was a loving child with no shame or boundaries.

Never catched them kissing by the way, things like Elder Maxson is currently an enconchado were rumours and just rumours, there was never a confirmation or a gossip about them kissing or holding hands in public, like no confirmations at all that they were together but clearly both are eating the other with the gaze, at least that…and the closeness, fraternization, familiarity...

Arthur picked her by the armpits and put her in the floor from the walking machine  since bending the knees was hurtfull and he was worried she would fall to the ground and hit but damn that was noticeable for everyone, jaw dropped when they see the elder do that. And both were just smiling to each other.

It was dinner time and as always the picky eater woman make him so nervous and anxious.

-Why? Why would you do that? –both were eating in his cuarters, despite she arriving there was quite obvious because of her condition and inhability to stealth…she was the sentinel, she had more reasons than anyone on the damn ship to have a meeting, suspicious or not he was worrying too much, they earned all the right in the world to interact with each other all they wanted.

-You are eating a radiated salad why cant I eat my pink food paste in peace

-It looks awful even for me

-Oh you don’t want to know where did I get this boxes…

-There’s more where that came from? Nononononon, spit that down, your obsession with prewar food has to end

-No way! Finish your rad salad and leave me alone –jeez Arthur was insufferable, unless they were eating prewar food or fresh consumables together they can’t share a table, he would always criticizes her meals- anyway I wanted to talk you about something –Arthur raised an eyebrow, drinking a cup of water- do you realize that people is spreading rumors right?

-Yes –now Nora was confused

-And why aren’t you mad?

-I told you: I realized I don’t care –welp she was worried now.

-But your reputation! You worked so hard! You cant allow them to call you a henpeck, it’s a terrible lack of respect

-I had a lot of time to reflect some things –Nora put down her spoon, to make him feel like she cared-we should spend as much time as possible together inside the safest place in all the Commonwealth, use the opportunity that no many has, and that includes that I will not let anything get in the middle between us, I loose to much time already

Shit he was seriously traumatized.

-Arthur I didn’t mean getting injured like that, I always hate getting in trouble and im not an expert going out of them

-Of course not, life is fragile in the outsides of the zeppelin that’s why I think we should do the most we can out of it, I rooted and believed in you waking up of course, not doubted about it a second but if that become the case…I would regret loosing so much time with you because I was too busy worrying about appearances and consequences –the woman cheeks blushed looking down with an small smile, at noticing this the elder smiled, moving his fork in the rad salad- besides if people realize you are important to me more are going to take care of you to not get the elder angry

-You can’t always save everyone

-I’ll be dammed it something happens to you, so I’ll try everything I have –she can’t say anything, since she proved not be indestructible.

This was a good time for any of them to say I love you, but no one did.

-Still, it annoys me to hear them talk that way about you –she mumbles low.

-And what are you going to do about it? My idea was letting it pass until it wasn’t news anymore

-Im on the edge of beating the next jackass I hear

-Please no fights at my ship, there’s not bar fights because everyone knows that’s two weeks in the coldest prison of the airport and im not going to back up even for you –Nora was actually surprised to hear that but all right- its sweet that you want to back up for me tho

-Of course –she said coming back to her pink paste, disgusting Arthur

The fact that she was willing to defend his image make him extremely happy.

Both expend the night together, sleeping naked in each other arms, the man loved to stretch her before because he can smell the nice perfume on her hair but now she had a bandage with alcohol and medicine were his nose would rest, so he was the one sleeping on her chest hugging completely calm, hearing her  heart beat to reassure that she was okay and by his side.

But out of nothing in the middle of the night he would be knocked to a side and the next thing he sees at opening his eyes is Nora in the ground repetly stabbing with a combat knife a mole rat, a really big one.

-What the hell!?  -he asked, looking down worried inspecting her arms and legs looking for scratches, this animals spread diseases by wounds

-Its one of Nereas experiments, there’s an infestation in the ship! –said Nora giving a last stab on the creature stomach –I noticed it watching and killed it before it bite us, don’t want to get sick by this motherfucker

-Of course not –he said trying to calm down his chest a bit, it all happened so quick and fast he was barely awake- go to wash yourself before the blood dries and gets to difficult to remove, ill put the body in a bag and burn it

-You sure? You can go back to sleep

-No, his body will start smelling, better get rid of it as you bathe –she nodded and went up with the combat knife in hand, his beautiful goddess naked bathed in moonlight and mole rat blood. She was perfect.

Arthur went off the bed and pick up some pants and slippers, looking for a bag around while she placed the combat knife in a table, his head was moving in circles all light head about being wake up so sudden but he was glad to have her support in moments like this.

-Ill wait for you awake in bed, it wont take long

-Theres some rad-x in the drawers if you start to feel sick, ill be back in no time okay? –she noded and went inside the bathroom, Arthur find a bag and sighted.

The safest place in the Commonwealth…yeah…he was the only one safe because everybody care for him…but as any other citizen in the land….she wasn’t…his eyes watered at the thought, he was scared for her, of losing her again, so scared, over any random event.

A little event was thrown on the lower levels again on a friday night, and for some reason Dogmeat was the main guest, everybody was petting and playing with the dog, giving him threats and food to make him happy, Nora was also happy, laughing at seeing the animal act, definitely a dog is always a glow up in social reunions, so sad that the dog brotherhood unit is at the airport down there…

Arthur was around too, they weren’t together walking as a couple, much less hugging or  driking together, she was at her island talking to some people with a bottle in hand and he was playing pocker, gambling with some tokens Nora giften him to step up a little the game, since he liked it so much better have nice things to share with other players.

Still, Nora can heard the conversations around her, and she didn’t like it.

Oh both arrived together.

He looks at her so much.

They probably spend the night together, Nora wasn’t seen in the cafeteria. SHE NEVER IS AT THE CAFETERIA, SHE HATES WHAT IS SERVED.

In a moment, Arthur was summoned by some soldiers who approatched his ear to whisper something, he went up, make an excuse to the other players  she couldn’t hear over the music and leave. But she did hear the comments that not so long after the elder left started to float in the air

-I guess sometimes is the elder who has to work and not the woman with the pants on –Nora heard a trio of men talking with beers on hand

-Shhhhhhh you idiot! You are gonna get us in trouble –said one of them

-Its not like he isn’t right tho –welp at least one of them have the correct thoughts but not so much the other two.

-She is right over there! And I don’t want troubles with the sentinel!

-Gotta admit that you need some skills to manage the elder like a pet –said one of the trio.

-Or turn him into a pet –said the other, the rational one was getting pretty uncomfortable between the pair.

-She did climb fast in ranges tho

-I bet the elder is bewitched by prewar pussy –and then the trio laughted, like any group of men would do over a vagina joke. That’s it, she  wouldn’t tolerate it any longer, her bottle fall into the ground crushing loud and everybody turn their attention to her, included the trio.

-What the hell you said jackass!? –she screamed out and loud to them,  the three stepped back like  scared kittens until one take the lead and put the foot.

Even Dogmeat snapped out in surprise and went off, hiding between some people legs.

-Isn’t nice the elders change of attitude? –the one that was unable to let his pride fall over a yelling woman stepped in front to not loose, after all he didn’t regret what he said- its only natural since he is so young, I bet he is still developing

Ohnonononono Arthur have a lot of years serving as an elder, no one would mock at his honor.

-You little bitch would do good at shutting your cocksucker mouth –said Nora spitting her words  with actual disgust. Everybody was looking at her and not at them actually.

-Whats with that raider language? Do not worry sentinel we understand the elders…needs…-ohyeayeayeah he did a sexual joke and everybody laugh at it, very mature.

-Ill give you a second warning to regret everything you are saying –the cocksucker was really boiling her blood as it accumulated into her fist

Even Dogmeat started to bark at the idiot that was talking, getting on Noras nerve.

-Or what? You are gonna give us advice on how to ride ranks up? –at saying that everybody around shut up, too much, if anyone tried to ask about how the initiate elevate to sentinel so fast they would surely get punished.

-This is a third warning asshole, im being very patient with you –said Nora breaking the group of people she was around to step forward.

Yes, her presence was terrifying, no one wanted to defy the woman who destroyed the institute but theres always assholes trying to mock on women no matter the time, her adolescence, university, marriage choices or even after the bombs droped in a far far away future.

-Should I remind everyone that she was also fraternizing with Paladin Danse? Always high ranks, it didn’t matter to her becoming a synth fucker –that’s it, at hearing that name in his disgusting lips Nora jumped directly to his throat and hang him with her bare hands. The man was huge, gigantic in comparison but she was more than accustomed to hang Deathclaws with her bare hand too.

At seeing red, nothing matters, and by the levels of drugs she often consumes, her chemistry blow ups fast at very little reactions, like, it is possible to trigger high levels of adrenaline by being angery? For Nora it was possible

-Ask me for forgiveness bitch! –she said chunking her teeth while squeezing her hands harder around the man throat.

Nora had a lot of experience hanging people, she knew how to paralyze them to not get hurt and this wasn’t the exception, gigantic and all he was unable to do anything as her legs and boots had his hands far away from her, the man was uncapable to defend himself from the attack, even trying to move and roll away she really have a training on how turn people down.

It wasn’t training, it was well gained experience, to not be consumed, to not be killed, to not be breaked by the Commonwealth cruelty, it was survival.

Even Dogmeat was scared of his master reaction, hiding between some peoples legs to not get in the middle of the beast attack. She didn’t need any help, she was even more than animal than the canine.

-I…I…re…gret…-said the man when he felt the skin on his face turn warm for the lack of blood circulation, he cannot move at all and any attempt was tightening her grip over his hands, never see the woman fight in first person but she was as strong and scary as fighting with a Yao Guai- Im…so…sow…sowrry…-he said low heasiating with the poor sounds that were able to climb his throat over Noras fingers, the words resonated and tremble on her fingers, making the sentinel snap out her anger letting go his neck, but before ending…she put the cherry of the cake, giving him a strong and big punch that break his nose, the crack was a sound that everybody heard even with the music on and at hearing the echo of all the surprised soldiers Nora went up, and spitted at the ground next to were the soldier with the broken nose trying to recover air was, taking big breaths in and out both.

One because it was hanged and with a serious injured, the other one for her levels of adrenaline

-Make this a lesson  to not ever disrespect any of you superiors again –she said after taking a big breath, Nora left the party with two bottles of beer in each hand, disappearing into the darkness, Dogmeat follow her, running behind his master.

The news didn’t take long to reach Arthur, who smiled sarcastic at the soldier who informed about a bar fight.

-Do I look like like a freacking primary school director? I have business to attend! A barfight is something a paladin or even a knight can interfere! –said the elder rolling his eyes, focused on the documents that arrived at his office.

-That’s the thing sir the fight was between a soldier and…the sentinel –Arthur eyes went wide, and looked directly at the soldier face who came to deliver the message- that’s why my knight thought it was necessary to inform you…sir…

He sighted and stayed in silence for an awkward minute for the soldier, the elder was just at his side looking at nothing, thinking, tired, angry he could tell.

-Thanks for the information soldier, ill deal with this.

When the soldier leave, he sighted again take a few minutes, laying his back on the chair. There has to be a good reason, Nora wouldn’t normally ignore his orders and he warned her about this. After some minutes he get up and leave his quarters to find her.

She wasn’t at the party, she had left some people said, some others saids she runned away, a group said she was screaming curses drunk. So Arthur went  to the place were everything started, where she would always be.

It was cold, very very cold, a freezing breeze was blowing up in the skies but she was there sitting, drinking while the dog rested on her legs with the ears down actually trembling. Of course, with that amount of alcohol she wasn’t feeling any climate at all, but the dog was indeed feeling it, but he wouldn’t leave her alone and vulnerable.

-Oh shit…-she mumble before going for a full sip bottle of beer, not wanting to face this situation.

-Oh shit indeed, do you dare to explain me, sentinel? –he waited for her to stop drinking the whole bottle, getting angrier at each slurp at each moment he see her troath move down the liquid

-Don’t sentinel me –she spitted and went up, Dogmeat moved away, going to Arthur side, the man received the dog with a pat on the head not understanding Nora at all- sometimes you don’t appreciate enough a girlfriend with education –the elders cheeks burned at hearing that word, standing still in place, they never clarified anything or have stated their feelings- you see I know what im doing

-I believe you have good reasons –he said completely hipnozed by her movements around him, the word girlfriend sparked something very very deep inside him. Now he desired her.

-I read that bar fights in the Brotherhood are punished with prison –when she was close enough her hands went to open his jacket and place them over his pects, he closed his eyes and groaned he was conquered like everyone said, yes, it was true, totally true, he was under her control and wanted to be that way on every position as possible too- but I also read this and I think we can use it in our advantage…-she climbed over his ear and bite his lobe, before starting to whisper something, clearly taking the man out of his trance to pay attention.

Whisper, whisper, whisper…all right, sounded like a plan, it was logical, correct, and it followed the codex…yes…it would work…it could be worse…

The fact that she get in so much trouble because hearing people talk bad of him trigger something violent in her mind…aroused him, it was hot, so hot, he can’t wait to press her against a wall tonight, all night.

-Are you drunk now? –he said closing his arms around her waist, after all they were on the edge of the abyss, getting close to her face not for a kiss but to smell alcohol in her breath.

-Ill be in a few minutes, 4 beers should be enough, its doesn’t matter the hour by tomorrow morning they will perform exams to check my alcohol levels…ill see you at the party elder…

They have a plan, a good plan, a plan following the games of the brotherhood. A plan to be together.

He left first while she started to dink the bottle number four

Arriving to the party now was…weird, everybody threated him with what he can call…awkwardness and respect, he picked up a bottle of beer and went to chat with a group, it was difficult and he was only hearing for just a couple a minutes until they relaxed again and included him.

Friday parties  were calming, he wasn’t the elder there, he was a soldier, a partner, a brother like everyone else there, he was welcomed despite his range. Growing up almost alone with barely friends and no people of his age was…difficult…but here people didn’t make differences and he can appreciate that. It was a nice gesture they had with him.

Arthur chilled with the soldiers until he saw a black curved figure with red lips at the end of the hallway and  he slurped saliva in expectation, this was the moment he was craving to have courage enough for so long, and she decided to carry on not only to get off troubles but to be together as he was wishing for so long.

-Maxson! –she screamed from the other side of the room, empty bottle of beer in a hand, replacing it with a closed one she picked up from a table, Dogmeat was walking at her side- Elder Maxson! –he flipped to confront her, just like they planned, his heart racing in expectation, this was it.

Everyone was looking at them, including the group that he was chatting a few seconds before, also expecting to see what happens now, not wanting to get their noses crushed by the sentinel fits but…curious to see what will happened between she and the elder.

-Yes? Sentinel? –he said and she went forward, getting real close, pointing a finger to his chest, looking him directly in the eyes, pressing the finger directly to his heart,  oh gosh he was feeling like that organ would fall off his chest, she surely could feel it beat inside.

This was the moment. Their eyes were locked and he couldn’t be more…In love…he wanted to look at her eyes forever.

-Arthur Maxson –she stated, everyone looked at them, so she made a big and full of security smile- be-my-man

Oh my gosh, the entire room went silent, only the music can be heard, some soldiers hide their face behind their drinks, some others were out of words, a group was checking on the people around if what they were living was real

Arthur gasped, but he knew what to do, he would follow the plan and do this woman his in front of anybody who needed to know it. His arms wrapped around her waist, pushing her close to his chest, she raised her head and turned it to a side closing her eyes, he gasped again looking at her red lips, so close and bright –Ill be yours…sentinel –he closed them too and kiss her, deep,  wet, moving their lips together.

Dogmeat started to run in circles around them, and the happiness of the canine was a sing enough to make everyone realize that this was the reality and it was a happy moment, a confusing one, but happy.

An everyone cheered, smiled and wave at the new couple, the most powerfull couple in all the Commonwealth.

If someone wanted to shoot Arthur in the head to kill him, please be in this moment, because this is the happiest he can ever get, this was the happiest moment of his life. The black widow goddess choosed to be a his side.

  https://www.fanfiction.net/s/14242575/10/Follow-me-inside-the-wastelands

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[lulu-tutu]

Hi hi! Can request a c!techno x reader (she/they) fanfic where the reader is on their period and is feeling really crappy about themselves because they feel rlly bloated and don’t like the way they look? Justsome fluffy stuff of techno cuddling the reader and scooping them up into his arms to make them feel better🥺anywho love your work and I hope you’re doing okay:)

Thank you so much for requesting, I’m doing really well and I really hope I can do some justice for this amazing idea 🥺And if any of you ever feel this way, please understand that you’re absolutely amazing in every way and you deserve happiness. I will adopt everyone of you and shower you with love <3

Pairing: Technoblade x Fem!Reader.

Warning(s): Obvious mentions of a period cycle, slight self loathing, didn’t proof read so have fun with that, also first time writing for Techno, let me know what you think!

Sweet Words

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You absolutely hated feeling this way, and you loathed the fact that your body had to suffer and undergo through the same pain every single month. Shuddering through another wave of nausea that passed through you, you shifted against the bed sheets that seemed to cling to your skin like paste with a tired groan, eyes clenched shut with nothing but the urge to sleep through your period behind them.

Digging your fingers into the mattress, you released a soft breath. While Technoblade wasn’t there to comfort you at that moment, promising before he left that morning to the nearest village that he would be as quick as he possibly could, there was still the lingering scent of him on his side of the bed. You suppose that would have to do while he was busy, it was better than nothing and somehow soothed your pain in the slightest of ways.

With the comforting smell of Techno surrounding you, the weight of exhaustion creeped up and tugged at your eyelids until they slipped shut and before you knew it, you were drifting off to the land of dreams, a place where your cramps were forgotten. You weren’t aware with how long you were asleep for, but it didn’t feel like it was long enough. The only reason you weren’t going to break down about it was the fact that you could feel the warmth of a familiar arm gently curl around your waist, ever so slowly pulling you back until you were pressed up against an even warmer chest.

“Sorry,” You peel your eyes open with a small content sigh and tilt your head just far enough back to see the apologetic wince of Techno, pink wisps of his fringe falling over his eyelashes, “Did I wake you?”

“Mm, no, don’t worry about it.” If he hadn’t have woke you up, you knew the cramps would have. You much preferred the idea of being woken up by his warmth and caring hands rather than the stabbing pains that made you want to tear out your own uterus. It was an easy choice, honestly.

Groaning as you shifted to roll onto your back for a more comfortable position, you side eyed Techno with a pursed smile while trying to wiggle up to rest against the headboard, “How’d the trip go? You weren’t out for that long, I thought you would have been at least a few more hours.”

“I promised you I would be back as fast as I could.” He watches your movements for a few seconds, eyeing the way you wince subtly before one of his hands travelled from your waist to your lower stomach, making sure not to put too much pressure on the tender spot. The sudden feeling of heat seeping into your skin was almost enough to have you melt into a puddle of mush. “That, and I only went out to get you something.”

You almost missed his words, lost in the heat that rolled from his gentle touch, fingertips rubbing soothing circles over your skin in a way that had your head spinning. He was your own personal heat pad, a beacon of light that swept away the waves of pain that came trembling through your aching body. Opening your eyes that you didn’t even register had closed, you gave a gentle hum, “You didn’t have to, you know. I’ve got everything I could ever need right here.” Your own hand was quick to envelope the one on your stomach, fingers weaving together.

With a light snort, Techno gave your hand a soft squeeze, “You don’t even know what I got you yet.” Keeping his hand in its place underneath your own, he twists his body around and reaches behind him, rummaging through something he had hidden on his side of the bed. He turns back to face you after a quick search and holds out his hand, “Here, I thought this would soothe some of your pain.”

“You got me chocolate?” The words you spoke came out as a quiet whisper, lips twitching up into a grin after the sudden shock had passed. “Techno…” Of course he wouldn’t tell you about this before he left. Anything to keep his stoic and pride in tact it seemed.

But as you stared down at the chocolate in his hand, you suddenly didn’t feel like it would help you. If anything, it would only bloat your already aching stomach. One bite of it and it would head straight to your hips, as if you needed to gain anymore weight as it was. Taking your bottom lip in between your teeth, you reach over and close Techno’s hand over the chocolate, your stomach already pinching painfully at your rejection of his gift.

“That’s really, really sweet, Tech… But, you can have it.” You watch as his eyebrows furrow in confusion, his eyes shifting from the chocolate that was still in his grip to your small apologetic smile. “I’m not really in the mood for something sweet.” Your uterus disagreed, making you flinch in surprise with a short hiss, both hands flying to your lower abdomen.

“(Y/n), it’ll help with the cramps. Phil told me-“

“Well Phil isn’t a woman, now is he?” You snap, head snapping back to his direction. You instantly regretted your tone, seeing Techno pull back in surprise. “Sorry, I’m sorry.” Sighing, you pull the covers up to your chest, snuggling back into them and turning onto your side, back facing your boyfriend. “I didn’t mean to say it like that, it’s just…”

“I know.” While you weren’t facing him, you could feel the gentle stare of Techno on the back of your head. He shuffles around behind you for a short minute before the warmth of his arms slide back around you, his chin settling nicely between your shoulder and neck. “Phil told me that your emotions would be all over the place too…”

You both sit there in silence, his breathing being the only thing you could really focus on. You hated this, you hated the fact that your own body would betray your actions, your choices and your own words. Its like you had no control, which you suppose was true in some ways.

“You’re beautiful, you know. Even when you’re mad at me.” His words vibrate through his chest and into your back, lips barely touching the shell of your ear as he continues speaking, “I have an idea on why you don’t want the chocolate, but I really think you should eat it. It’ll help your pain.” He places a tender peck to your neck, his fringe brushing past your cheek and tickling your nose.

“I did want it, I did.” You begin softly, hands running up and down one of his arms that hang from over your waist, “I just don’t think my body needs to feel any more sickly. I haven’t eaten all that much today but I feel bloated, I feel sick and I feel like I don’t deserve something that’ll take away the pain. I mean, it only last for a week, maybe a few days at least.”

“You deserve the world.” Your heart hammers painfully in your chest at his sincere spoken words, eyes fluttering closed as his hand moves away from your touch to reach over and gently cup your chin between his fingers, “You might only go through this pain for a few days, but its monthly. If there’s any way I could at least ease some of it, you know for sure I’m going to find a way. And what you said, about feeling bloated and not deserving of something that’ll take some of the pain away. I highly disagree.”

Pushing yourself to turn around and face him, you could barely stop the stinging sensation of tears building up behind your eyes at the tender words he spoke so delicately. It was something different coming from him, something other than the deep rooted and gruff voice of his. With your chin still being held between his fingers, he raised his other hand and caressed your cheek, thumb rubbing soothing circles over the apple of your cheek.

“I wish you could see the you that I see everyday. The woman that I get to wake up and fall asleep beside, she’s a warrior, she’s dependable, patient, deserving, she’s everything I need in my life and I need to keep that smile on her face for as long as I live.” His lip twitches upwards at your own watery grin, a choked laugh escaping you as you shake your head, “It’s true. All of it. You’re perfect, perfect to me.”

“Okay, okay!” You couldn’t hold back the waterworks anymore, the dam having already broken behind your eyes. Sniffling with a chuckle, you leaned happily into Techno’s touch, watching him behind glassy eyes as he wiped at the tears with his thumb, his smile widening at your laughter. “Gosh, you’re so cheesy. I love it.”

“Alright, don’t get ahead of yourself, nerd.” He briefly chuckles, leaning his head down to connect your foreheads together. “I’m only cheesy for you.” He leaves a chaste kiss to your wet lips, your eyes crinkling at the edges as you grin into it.

“Hey, you wanna share the chocolate with me?”

“For you, of course.”

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#Technoblade x reader #Techno x reader #Mcyt x reader #Technoblade x female reader #technoblade x reader fluff #dream smp x reader #Technoblade x you

[imagine-a-life-like-this]

Transferring Hearts (L.MH)

Warnings : gangs, fighting, swearing, drugs, suggestive content (if you squint)

Word Count : 3453

Synopsis : she didn’t only transfer schools, she also found herself transferring hearts.

“You’ll regret choosing them over us.” Her now ex-boyfriend, Choi Hyun Suk, threatened, his hand wrapped around her arm so tight she could feel the bruise forming before he let go. “I’ll make sure of it.”

           “You don’t scare me, Choi Hyun Suk.” She spat, hatred in her eyes that once held so much love for him. A sinister smirk took over the anger on his face as he pushed her up against the wall, holding both her arms above her head, watching as she struggled to get away.

           “I should, princess. I know all your weaknesses.” She stopped trying to get away, meeting Hyun Suk’s eyes. He wouldn’t go that far. He wasn’t that evil. But one look into his eyes and she knew. The boy she fell in love with in high school was gone; there was absolutely no sign of him left.

           “You leave him out of this.” He let out a sinister chuckle before leaning in really close to her face. She could smell the booze and cigarettes on his breath, a smell she definitely won’t miss.

           “I don’t think I will, princess. He’s always been apart of this, and you know that.” He let her go, taking a couple steps back, but she stayed put, knowing he wasn’t finished. “He created this family, he made us who we are today.”

           “You look really out of it today.” Hyunjin said, pulling her out of her thoughts. She broke up with Hyun Suk one month ago now, and he hasn’t made a move. Not on her, not on her friends, and not on her brother. He was planning something big, that’s something she knew for sure.

           “Just some personal things, Jinnie.” She replied, barely able to meet his eyes. When she transferred from YG to JYP, she didn’t expect things to get messy. She promised herself she would always return to her boys; she would always return to Hyun Suk. They were her family, her whole world.

           But Felix was persistent on being in her life. No matter how hard she pushed him away, he always came back. She found it difficult to say no to the freckled face boy, suddenly wanting to be in his life. It’s not betrayal to make new friends.

           “What happened?!” Her hands delicately grabbed Felix’s injured face, inspecting each injury thoroughly before sitting him down and grabbing her first aid kit. “Who did this to you, Lix?” She asked, tears in her eyes every time he winced from the pain.

           “Choi Hyun Suk and his goons.” Her working hands froze at his name, her heart shattering. “It’s okay.” He smiled, grabbing one her hands, pulling her from her thoughts. “It’s not the first time, don’t worry about it.”

           “I’ll take care of it.” She whispered, going back to working on his injuries. “No one will hurt you again, not on my watch.” He chuckled, not realizing how serious she was.

           She knew her boys were no longer her boys the day Felix came in with bruises and cuts littering his body. And she was going to take care of it.

           A couple days after Felix came to school with injuries, it was her turn. Hyunjin was the first to bombarde her with questions as the two of them, along with Seungmin, shared multiple classes together. “I had to take care of business. This is nothing.” She tried to be nonchalant, but she was in pain. She just wanted to talk to them, figure out where they were going wrong. But they labeled her a traitor, attempting to beat her to a pulp like they did others.

           “What do you mean you were taking care of business?” Hyunjin questioned, his brows furrowed.

           “I think you already know.”

           “You were one of them.” The slight nod of her head was all the confirmation Hyunjin needed. “Did they do this to you because you stood up for Felix?” She turned her head to look at Hyunjin. He could see the answer in her eyes, the way she looked so hurt, so betrayed.

           “I made my choice and suffered the consequences.” But Hyun Suk’s words echoed in her mind like a catchy song from the radio. “I just hope I won’t regret it.”

           The class ended and the three of them headed for the cafeteria, meeting their other friends at their normal table. “Hyunjin. Seungmin.” Chan said, his eyes glossing over her completely. “Minho needs us.”

           “Bring me with you.” She spoke up, knowing the familiar look in Chan’s eyes. The same look Hyun Suk would give the boys when business needed to be done.

           “No offence,” Chan tried to speak, but she interrupted him.

           “You’re going to need me. I know those boys better than anyone.” The groups eyes were trained on her, thinking about what her words could mean. But Hyunjin knew. Hyunjin figured it out a month ago but kept it a secret.

           “She’s right, Chan.” Hyunjin spoke up, taking everyone by surprise. “She’s their weakness.” The conversation Felix had with her after his beating started to make more sense. The bruises that littered her body a couple days later made sense. They didn’t want to believe that the girl they befriended, the girl they opened their group to, was apart of the rival gang.

           “Follow us.” Her eyes quickly met Felix’s, giving him an apologetic look, before following Chan with Hyunjin and Seungmin by her side.

           Changbin and Minho were already in the meeting room when they arrived. She held her head up high as she approached Minho. “Why are you here?” He questioned, glancing behind her, and scowling at Chan. “This is an important meeting, and you’re not welcome here.”  

           “She was one of them, hyung. Without her, we don’t know where to start.” Hyunjin spoke, earning a glare from Minho.

           “Listen, I know you don’t like me, and if I’m honest, I’m not fond of you either. But I need you, and frankly, you need me too. Those guys play dirty, but I know all their secrets.” Minho scoffed, crossing his arms across his chest, and sitting back in his chair.

           “How can I trust you?” She took no offence, knowing she would wonder the same thing had the roles been reversed.

           “Because Choi Hyun Suk threatened to kill my brother. And I would do anything to protect my brother.” No one else said anything for a couple of minutes; Minho pondered her statement, wondering if she was telling the truth.

           “She got beat up protecting Felix, hyung.” Hyunjin spoke up again. “She chose us, now we need to choose her.” The anger on Minho’s face softened at the new information. Felix, Jisung, and Jeongin have been friends with the five of them since high school, long before the five of them got into this life. But still, they vowed to protect the three of them. Minho always hated that there was nothing he could do to help Felix, knowing that boy couldn’t hurt a fly even if he tried.

           “You protected Felix?” He asked, his voice no longer had the bite it previously did, allowing her to let her guard down.

           “He’s been nothing but kind and giving since I got here. My loyalty runs deep for those I care about, and that no longer includes Choi Hyun Suk, Kim Junkyu, Yoshi, Yoon Jaehyuk, or Bang Ye-dam. Just as I would do anything to protect my brother, I’ll do anything to protect Felix.”

           “What’s the plan then?” When those words left Minho’s mouth, everyone took a seat and the meeting finally began.

*

         Everything happened so fast; she could barely comprehend everything that just happened. All that could be heard was the heavy breathing of everyone surrounding her, but she didn’t focus on that. She could only focus on the smug look on Hyun Suk’s face as her shoe dug into his chest. “What did you just say?” She tried to keep her voice level, trying not to let anyone know how close she was to breaking.

           “I said, shouldn’t you be protecting your brother instead of fighting with me?” She looked around at the others, all having varying injuries to their bodies, some collapsed on the ground. Slowly, she backed away from her ex, allowing him to come to his feet once again, staring at her like she was the only person that mattered. “This could all end, you know.” Her eyes met his, and she immediately knew what he wanted. He wanted her.

           Minho watched from the other side of the room. He watched as she looked around at everyone, her eyes barely meeting his own, but he could see the pain. This was a difficult decision for her, and he knew in that moment that her brother would come before anyone else, even herself. Minho watched as her tearful eyes met Hyunjin’s, who took her side as quick as he could, protectively standing in front of her, staring directly at Hyun Suk. “She’s not yours anymore.” Choi Hyun Suk scoffed as he crossed his arms across his chest, meeting Hyunjin’s angry eyes.

           “Oh look, her new boyfriend came to her rescue. Fun, isn’t it? Protecting her and having her repay you in her special way.” He stuck his tongue in his cheek and threw his head back while letting out a soft moan. “I miss that the most.” He chuckled while looking right passed Hyunjin, into her eyes. “I know you miss me too, princess.” Minho had heard enough, stalking over to Hyun Suk, and punching him in the face.

           “Get her out of here.” Minho growled to Hyunjin, who promptly grabbed her hand and ran out of the room, Y/N trailing closely behind him.

           “I have to go to the hospital.” She let out, her tears finally streaming down her cheeks. “I have to see my brother.”

           “I’ll drive you.” The drive was quiet; soft music came through the speakers while she tried not to let out her sobs. Hyunjin had barely parked when she was jumping out of the car and running through the doors of the hospital. She had the route to her brother’s room engrained in her mind. Third floor, turn right, sixth room on the left, room 312.

           “Oppa.” She whispered as she took the chair beside his bed, her hand wrapping around his. Her heart started to calm down seeing him calmly laying there, still alive.

           “Miss Kwon, what are you doing here at this hour?” The nurse that normally watched over her brother glanced down at her watch before meeting her eyes once again.

           “I missed him.” She lied, wiping away the tears that wouldn’t stop falling. “Please tell me some good news.”

           “Still no change.” She turned around, facing her brother once more, brushing the hair out of her brother’s closed eyes. The injuries that once adorned his skin had faded, leaving his face in perfect condition, but he still wouldn’t wake up. “You know the chances of him waking up are small.”

           “But there’s still a chance.”

           “Yes, but if he does, he won’t be the same.”

           “He’d still be my brother.” She sobbed, laying her head on the bed while looking up to her brother’s sleeping face. The nurse just patted her shoulder before leaving, taking one last glance at the heartbroken girl crying at her brother’s bedside, silently begging him to wake up. How she wished she could do more for the young girl, but nothing could be done. They could only wait.

           “Excuse me, I’m looking for my friend. She ran in here for her brother but I don’t know her brother’s name.” Hyunjin asked the nurse as she approached the nurses station on the third floor. “Kwon is her last name if that helps.”

           “Sixth door on the left. Room 312.” She said with a soft smile. “Remind her to take care of herself, please.” The nurse pleaded, remembering the first month Ji-yong was admitted, she refused to leave his side. She remembered watching this young girl wither away before slowly getting better with the help of her boyfriend.

           Hyunjin just nodded before walking towards the room he was told she’d be in. Quietly, he slid into the room, listening as she told her brother stories of her time at JYP. “I know that YG was your home, oppa, but I think JYP is mine. I tried following in your footsteps, but they’ve tarnished your name. They even threatened to kill you, oppa. How could I stay when my new friends are so much better? I betrayed them, but I don’t feel guilty about it.”

           “You shouldn’t feel guilty for choosing people who care about you.” Hyunjin spoke up, startling the girl. “So this is your brother?” He walked closer to her, glancing towards her brother that lay there motionless.

           “The one and only.” She smiled. “Kwon Ji-yong, better known as G-Dragon.” She giggled as Hyunjin’s jaw dropped.

           “You mean to tell me you are the notorious G-Dragon’s sister?” She nodded. “Isn’t he-“

           “As you can see he’s not dead, but he’s not far off.” There were no external injuries, having all faded throughout the months he’s been laying here, but Hyunjin knew that must mean there are some extensive internal injuries. Everyone’s heard the story. It’s what started the rivalry between the big three: YG, JYP, and SM. G-Dragon was an underground rapper, the best of the best really. He was an older brother for a lot of younger guys, like Hyunjin. He also was apart of an underground boxing ring; fighting to make money and dealing on the side to make ends meet. Everyone knew G-Dragon had something to fight for, but Hyunjin couldn’t believe it was a little sister.

           “He helped me through a lot. He helped a lot of people.” She nodded, knowing very well the kind of person her brother was. The kind of guy that would do anything he could to protect those he loves. That’s what put him here. Taeyang had been his best friend since childhood. The kind of guy that wouldn’t back down from a fight, even when the odds were stacked against him. Ji-yong had to step in to stop Taeyang from getting beat to death. And now Taeyang is walking around just fine, while Ji-yong lay in this hospital bed, no one knowing if he’d ever wake up.

           “He’s all I have left.” Hyunjin placed his hand on her back, rubbing it lightly to let her know he’s here.

           “We’re your family now. You’re safe with us, I promise.”

*

         She didn’t go to school the next day, instead opting to stay by her brother’s side. Hyunjin tried to stay with her, but she all but pushed him out the door. “Is she okay?” Felix asked when he saw Hyunjin approach their table in the cafeteria. Hyunjin looked at all the concerned faces of his friends as he took his usual seat, shaking his head.

           “I’m not sure she ever was.” He admitted, images of her crying while washing her brother with a warm cloth flashing through his mind. How had he not seen the broken girl she hid behind her tough girl exterior? “Her brother has been in a coma for the last year with no signs of waking up.” Everyone exchanged saddened looks, wondering what they could do for their new friend.

           “Where is she?” Minho asked.

           “Still at the hospital.” Minho stood from the table and stormed out of the cafeteria. He ignored the calls from his friends. He only had one thought in his mind; she would not be alone, not during a time like this.

           He got the room number from Hyunjin who knew exactly where he was heading. Only a week ago he hated this girl with every fibre of his being, not trusting her the way the others did. But when she stood in front of him, ready to fight her ex because of Felix, he opened his heart to her. And now here he stood, watching this girl who seemed so strong, so tough, sobbing while holding her brother’s hand. “You should take care of yourself too.”

           She jumped slightly at the sound of his voice but smiled softly when she saw Minho standing at the door. “He comes first.” Minho walked closer to her, not liking that answer.

           “Then I guess I’ll have to take care of you.” He slid his hand into her free one, pulling her up from the chair she spent all night in. “At least grab food with me.” His grip tightened around her hand when she tried to pull away, tried to deny his request. One look in his eyes and she could tell he wouldn’t back down.

           “Okay.” She finally agreed, reluctantly letting go of her brother’s hand and following Minho to the hospital cafeteria, his hand not leaving hers until they were sitting down. “You didn’t have to come here, you know.” She said as she began to eat.

           “You shouldn’t be alone right now.” She didn’t know why, but her heart picked up at his words. Just a week ago, she couldn’t stand him, thinking he was just an arrogant prick. But now here she was enjoying a meal with him, wondering why things felt so normal with him.

*

         Minho stayed with her at the hospital, taking her to the cafeteria every day to make sure she eats. He even convinced her to allow him to take her home so she could shower and change.

           The more time she spent with him, the more she started to fall for him. Besides her brother, no one has ever taken care of her the way Minho has. He knew she needed to be by her brother’s side, so instead of forcing her away from him, he stayed by her side while she hoped for her brother’s recovery. “Oppa, I think I like him.” She spoke softly to her brother while Minho was gone on a call. “You wouldn’t believe that we hated each other only a month ago.” She giggled, shaking her head at all the memories.

           The way he would roll his eyes every time she joined their table. How he always had something to say when she spoke. Everyone else welcomed her with open arms, but he was hesitant to let her in. He hid his fears behind cocky arrogance, pretending that he was too good to be around her. But they had more in common than they expected.

           “I think you’d like him, oppa. He has the same morals you do, unlike Hyun Suk. I’m sure if you were awake, you’d approve of all my new friends. You’d be okay that I chose a different school. You’d be okay that my heart belongs to someone from a rival school.”

           Minho stood at the door, listening to the words she was telling her brother, unbeknownst to her. He could feel the familiar feeling of butterflies in his stomach, knowing that she was talking about him. He could feel it in his heart that his feelings were returned. He wasn’t quite sure when it happened, his hatred turning to love, but he wasn’t going to hold back. “He’d be happy as long as you’re happy.” He spoke up, startling her much like he did when he showed up a month ago.

           “How long have you been standing there?” She asked, her eyes wide as if she had just been caught doing something illegal. He chuckled to himself, wondering if this is how she looked when she got caught by the dean of YG, a story she told him only a week ago.

           “Long enough.” He smiled, walking towards her with determination in his eyes. Once in front of her, he cupped her face and pressed his lips to hers. It was a kiss so different than the ones she shared with Hyun Suk. And she knew then that though her brother belonged at YG, she belonged at JYP. She belonged with her new found friends. Felix, Hyunjin, Chan, Jeongin, Jisung, Seungmin, Changbin; she belonged with all of them. She belonged with Lee Minho.

           This was the family she was missing. She didn’t have to try to fit in with them, she didn’t have to try to make them like her. She wasn’t walking on eggshells trying not to make them angry. They accepted her just as she was. This was the family that her brother spoke so highly of. He found his at YG, and she found hers at JYP. Because she didn’t just transfer schools all those months ago, she transferred hearts. YG to JYP. Choi Hyun Suk to Lee Minho. It just all made sense.

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[shadyteacup]

Hi! Im the one req 7 for chuuya sorry i didint specified, i just realized it. Can i get angst prompt 7 for chuuya?

Hiya! This pained me to write, so I made it fluffy at the end... sorry if u were looking for pure angst! I can't go to sleep peacefully peacefully after writing angst, I need to clutch my soft toys and cry myself to sleep..

Warnings: Angst to fluff, maybe a swear word at the end.. dw, it's just "bish", but like the actual word.

Word count: 2006 😳yes, I got carried away

Nakahara Chuuya + “Please wake up”

Forewarning

“Don’t move, Chu.”

You grumbled against his chest. It was yet another lazy morning for the two of you. Lazy mornings consisted of waking up late, cuddling on the bed till lunch time, getting dressed and having dinner at some exotic place, going for a long drive, then coming back home. It was a perfect day for a traditional lazy day, except for the fact it was a weekday.

Chuuya sighed. He had to get to work, and so did you. You both couldn’t afford to miss any workdays, considering that you both worked for the same organization, one that didn’t hesitate to punish for untimely work. Chuuya was an executive, and so were you. You both had multiple solo missions planned out for today and one mission wherein you both had to team up. It was going to be quite a busy day, and Chuuya wanted nothing more than to just get it all over with. He was looking forward to some lazy cuddles in the evening, after both of your jobs were done.

“We have to get dressed, dove.”

He tried reasoning with you. You were a workaholic, just like him. It surprised him to see this lazy side of you. But then again, you must be tired, he thought.

“I know. But let’s bunk today!”

You looked up at him with wide eyes, hoping to convince him.

Chuckling, he pet your head affectionately.

“The mafia isn’t some school that you could just bunk. Besides, don’t you love working?”

You frowned at that. You were feeling weird today. It’s like something was forewarning you. But about what?

“I just have a bad feeling about today. I don’t know why, but I feel like something bad is going to happen.”

He sighed. He was never one to believe I such things. That was why you weren’t telling him until now.

“We work in the mafia. How worse can it get?”

“I suppose you’re right.”

You smiled, getting up to get ready.

....

“The target is in the warehouse.”

Chuuya said to you. You both were currently seated in Chuuya’ s car, parked on a hill. Your stakeout point had a clear view of an abandoned warehouse. Apparently, it was the location where a rival gang was coordinating with some members of the mafia and stealing their goods. You both had already executed the moles and had sent in one of your trusted members as a pretend mole. He would send you both a signal when he felt that the security was the weakest at the entrance. You both would then attack. He was supposed to cause a commotion in there, resulting in majority of the guards to rush inside and leave the entrance wide open for you two. Your men had already sealed all exits to ensure no one got out. Now you were both waiting for the signal.

“Yeah, no shit, Sherlock.”

Chuuya pouted at your jab.

“I was just being thorough!”

“By stating the obvious?”

“You’re so mean.”

“Says the angry redhead.”

“What has my hair got to do with anything?!”

“Your hair has got to do with everything! I-”

A sharp sound was heard. Both you and Chuuya were blinded for a second as white filled your vision. You felt your torso pinch a little. It almost felt like someone was sticking a few needles into your tummy. You heard screams. They sounded frantic. A few moments later, your vision cleared, and you saw yourself floating in the air, a frantic Chuuya saying something to you. It all sounded mangled and mixed up. If you could have laughed at the moment, you would have laughed at how funny he sounded.

The screams had turned to cries, now. You were so confused. Who was crying? And why was Chuuya pressing down on your stomach?

Looking down, you saw the blood. There was blood everywhere. It had completely soaked your shirt. Chuuya was using his ability and his hands to keep it in. He seemed hurried. His eyes were watery, and streams of tears were flowing down his cheeks.

Finally understanding the situation, you realised that you were injured. Looking down at your torso, you saw the two bullet wounds. And now, you finally felt them. The pain was overwhelming. It rushed in like water at the breaking of a dam. It completely filled you up. You now realised that those cries of pain were actually your own. You wished to have never woken from your daze. You wanted to remain oblivious. You wanted the pain to go back to mere pinpricks. It was too much. Succumbing to the enormous pain, you let your eyes shut close. You realised that your body was going to sleep. Maybe for the last time.

....

Chuuya sat in a chair next to your sleeping form. You were lying unconscious on the clean white sheets of the hospital bed. Your entire torso was covered in bandages. You had taken two bullets, one in the side and one right next to your belly button. The doctors were able to save you in time, and it was a matter of time till you gained consciousness.

Chuuya held his face in his hands. The memories of just moments prior to visiting the hospital kept running through his head. He kept seeing flashes of your blood oozing out of your body. He kept remembering the way your eyes had glazed over while he tried to apply pressure on your wounds. There was so much blood. His mere two hands were proving to be inefficient. So, he had activated his ability to push the blood back in. He had no clue if that had helped. He remembered activating his ability the moment you had let out a blood curdling scream. He had levitated you both out of the car and high up in the night sky.

He should have listened to you. Your forewarnings were right. Something terrible had ended up happening. The mole he had sent inside was found murdered by the backup team, and the head of the organization had fled. His men had taken up sniping positions all across the hills. Two of them had shot you at once. He remembered going on a mad spree and pelting boulders at all the men in his sight using his ability right before he flew to the hospital with you in his arms.

“Has she gained consciousness?”, the doctor asked as she peeked in. Chuuya had asked all medical personnel to leave him alone with his sweetheart, a little too passionately, after they were done treating you, and hence the poor doctor was a tad bit scared to check up on your vitals.

Chuuya whipped his head up.

“No.”

The doctor scrunched her brows in worry. Rushing in, she did some tests.

“I’m sorry, sir, but if the patient doesn’t wake up in another hour, we will have to declare a coma condition.”

“What?!”

The doctor jumped at his outburst, but answered him, nonetheless.

“The body is behaving as if it is already in coma. This can also be because it is repairing itself. It doesn’t necessarily have to be coma.”

She sighed.

“But, if the patient retains this state of unconsciousness, we will have to rule out a natural healing process. I suggest you try to communicate with the patient. Sit close, hold hands, maintain physical contact. Try speaking. That way, maybe the body will react to a familiar scent, touch or voice, and gain consciousness.”

Chuuya gulped, worried, and nodded.

“I understand.”

He shakily made his way to your face, observing your serene features. He hesitantly put your hair behind your ear, breathing unsteadily. He felt immense guilt and anger. He was guilty of not paying your uneasiness an ear, and he was angry because he couldn’t save you. If only he had been more vigilant, more aware of his surroundings, he would have been able to smell a rat.

“I’m so sorry. I should have listened to you. I should have been able to protect you.”

He gasped inaudibly, trying to keep his sobs in. He couldn’t stop the tears. They flowed freely down his cheeks, a symbol of his immense fear of losing you. He couldn’t bear the idea of loosing you. It might be selfish of him, but he wanted you to live, because God-forbid, if you didn’t, he wouldn’t know what to do with himself. He knew that if such a devastating situation ever occurred, he would lose all sanity and go mad. He would lose his mental balance and completely fall off the edge. He couldn’t bear to be separated from you for two days, forget the rest of his lifetime.

He caressed your cheek, smiling bitterly at your sleeping form. Nuzzling his head into the crook of your neck, he let himself truly cry. He let out all his emotions into your hair. He found comfort in your warmth. He has always felt the safest in your embrace. That’s where he could truly be himself.

He didn’t realise how long it had been when he began talking to you. Telling you how much he loved you and how he couldn’t live without you. He pondered on how he would take his life if you left him.

“I’d have to go to that stupid mackerel for guidance. But then again, he has been unsuccessful in killing himself for 22 years. He’s probably the worst suicidal guy out there.”

He was lying next to you now, cradling your frail form in his arms.

The doctor waltzed in, a serious and sorrowful expression straining her pretty features.

“Nakahara-san, I’m so sorry.”

Chuuya gritted his teeth, holding onto you tighter.

“No! There’s still a chance that-”

“Its hopeless. The patient has already been in this state for 16 hours.”

“16 hours?”

The doctor smiled sympathetically.

“I gave you a lot more time. I thought maybe the constant contact would help. But sadly, it’s out of our hands now.”

Chuuya sat up, holding your face in his large palms.

“Wake up! Wake up, damnit!”

He shook you gently, desperate to get any kind of reaction out of you.

“Nakahara-san! Please get away from the patient! You mustn’t cause any harm! Security?!”

The doctor rushed forward to pull Chuuya off of you, but he held onto you. He grabbed your arms, looping his own around them and pulling you towards him.

“Wake up!”

He rested his face on your chest, sobs escaping him.

“Please... please wake up...”

The doctor reached forward to clasp his shoulder, trying to pry him off of you.

A large gasp followed by couple of coughs were heard.

You took in a large breath, trying to swallow. Your throat was dry and scratchy.

“Y/N!”

Looking up, you saw Chuuya holding you in his arms, a relieved and surprised expression on his elegant features.

“Hey.”

Your voice sounded raspy, but it was music to his ears.

He engulfed you in a hug, one that knocked the air out of your lungs.

“She’s still a patient!”

The doctor reprimanded as the security guards pulled Chuuya off of you.

You smiled at the tiny ginger.

“I’m alive, Chu. Stop being dramatic.”

Chuuya laughed at your carefree attitude. He didn’t resist the men as they pulled him out of the room. He was relieved to see you awake. He didn’t care about anything else. Just as he was about to leave, you spoke up.

“Call Gin and tell her that I’m not dead!”

“You don’t need to call me, idiot. I was waiting right outside.”

You smiled as she walked in, giving you a hug.

“Why does she get to go in but not me?!”

Chuuya whined.

“Hey Gin, guess what?”

Gin smiled at you, sitting at the edge of your bed at the nurses did their check-ups.

“What?”

“I’m alive, bitch!”

Your snickers could be heard till the hallway, where the rest of your friends were seated. Shaking his head, Tachihara snickered.

“Good ol’ Y/N.”

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[be-ready-when-i-say-go]

How about a coffee shop au where the reader gets Cal's order wrong and gives him a matcha latte when he ordered a regular hot coffee with his breakfast sandwich and you can go off form that :)

Taking limited requests. 3 slots left.

Gender Neutral Reader.

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The morning shift--Calum had been told about how chaotic this shift could be. During his closing shift training, it was all they really talked about. How glad they were that they didn't have the opening shift. And of course, closing shift took a lot of heat because maybe not everything got done like it was supposed to. And sometimes even if they did do everything right, one particular manager was a known hard ass and nothing really seemed to appeased them.

And though Calum woke up at the ass crack of dawn, not even the sun hitting the horizons just yet, the start didn't seem so bad. But the second the clock hit six it was as if the dam broke. Being two weeks into the job, he felt like he had a pretty good handle on everything. Though the thing that still made his hands shake was fucking up someone's order.

"Matcha latte with a toasted egg and cheese bagel," he calls out, setting the two out together. Another drink is done and he caps it. "And a regular black coffee."

He doesn't even pay attention to who comes up--vaguely responds to the thanks with a quick 'you're welcome' and goes back to the blender for the next drink on the line.

The frother is a distinct buzz in his ears as Sydney, one of his trainers and now slowly becoming a work best friend, works next to him. But even with that noise, the soft "Excuse me" catches his ear. Calum glances up, grabbing the towel from his apron to clean his hands.

"What can I help you with?"

The smile is still bright in front of him. "I think my drink order got mixed up. I ordered a regular coffee with vanilla syrup. But this is a, uh, green," you laugh.

His heart thunders in his chest. Fuck, he knew he should've double checked that ticket like he was taught. He just assumed. "Oh I'm so sorry about that! Let me fix it. You said regular coffee with vanilla syrup right?"

You nod at the man, his brown eyes blown wide. He apologizes again and before you can tell him not to worry about it--that it happens sometimes, he's spinning on his heels. You watch him, towering over most of the other people behind the counter. His hair tucked up underneath the black dad hat and the gray t-shirt he's wearing hanging loose around his torso but tight over his shoulders.

You've never seen him before--not in the mornings at least. Not that you're a regular, but you do come in consistently. "Hey," Sydney smiles at you, shouting out another order for the customers waiting. "Everything alright?" And maybe you were a regular.

You nod. "Yeah, just a small mix up."

"Shucks, sorry about that. Is someone on it?"

"Yeah, um," you look behind her to the man with a cup of coffee that looks more like your usual. "He's on it," you say, looking back to Sydney."

"Calum--he's new," she says, leaning against the counter for a moment and just in that moment, Calum returns with your correct drink, setting it onto the counter for you.

"Sorry about that again!" he states again.

You shake your head at him. "It's really not a problem. Things happen. We're human and all."

"Oh, ain't you just the sweetest," Sydney teases before walking around Calum to go back to the machines. "Just don't be too sweet on him."

You laugh at her comment, taking hold of the cup in front of you. Something brushes along your fingers and when you look, Calum's holding out a straw for you too. "Thanks. Don't let Sydney be too hard on you."

"Oh--I can handle her," Calum laughs, knowing the glare that's landing him right now from Sydney. "But really, I am sorry about getting that drink mixed up."

You look up to him, noticing the bags that have just started to form and can see he means it. "Calum, it's not the end of the world. And even if it was, at least you were nice."

"God, I really hope it wasn't the end of the world." He's not phased at the sound of his name from your lips. He knows the name tag is pinned to the outside of his apron. But he likes the way it sounds when you curl your tongue around the 'L' in his name.

And the two of you linger in a deep gaze, only for a moment before he hears down the line the shout of needing more clean blenders. "I," he starts, throwing his thumb over his shoulders, "I should probably get back to work."

You nod, "Yeah, yeah. I'll see you around, Calum?"

You say it like it's a question, like you're hoping he says yes. "I'll be here for the foreseeable future," and he pauses, not having caught your name.

You give your name and he tries it over his own lips, then grins when you grin. "Well, good luck with the rest of today," you offer and then take a half step from the counter. Calum does the same, but retreating further into the eye of the storm.

He watches you though, pushing on the side door and then out into the finally morning sunrise. He's grateful for a moment that he works mornings this week straight, clinging to the smallest hope that you step back through the doors again.

Tuesday you don't show, having to leave Monday in the day to out a few towns for a conferences. When Wednesday comes around and the morning's pushing afternoon, Calum's hope wanes, but doesn't completely fade. People live busy lives. He can't fault that. But he just hopes he's not being a fool to watch every person that comes through the door, or even passes by the windows.

And just an hour before shift change, as the day's quieted, Calum's mind fills with the rest of things he needs to do. He has to go to the pharmacy to pick up some toiletries and then try to get home to get a couple readings done before his evening classes.

"Hi, Calum."

He pauses his work on the table he's wiping down to spin around. And there you are, a backpack slug over one shoulder and giving him a small wave. "Hi," he returns, feeling a small flutter in his gut. "Whata-what's on the menu today?" he asks, moving to go back behind the register.

You try to stop him, noticing only a few people in the place sitting with their laptops or books around them. "Oh, no, I-I'm not here to get anything really."

His brows furrow as he spins back around, leaning now up against the part of the counter that finished drinks are served. "Not here to get anything?"

You shake your head. "Well, not right now. I'm on my lunch and came by hoping to catch you, really?"

"Me?" he questions, trying to keep the silly grinning to a minimum.

"Yeah," you nod, and then drop your gaze to the floor. His black Nike's fill up your vision for a moment as you exhale and then look back up to his face.

His cheeks fuller than you remember them being, but maybe it's just because now you're really getting a good look at them. "Well, here I am," he teases with a tuft of laughter.

"So like, I really don't want to ask this while you're working because that just feels awkward. And you totally don't have to answer my next question either. I just wanted to let you know I get it, if you're comfortable with it." And he just watches you rambles, part of it because he likes the way you fiddle with your fingers and use your hands as you talk. Part of it because he's too frozen by fear to respond in any capacity.

So on you continue, "I wanted to know when you got off--so that I could ask you what I really wanted to ask you not when you're working. Because like, that just feels presumptuous and also you're doing service so I don't want to make you feel like you can't say no without it affecting your job. So like, would I be able to talk to you? Once your shift is done?"

"I'm off in about an hour. But if you're on your own lunch break I don't want to impede your work either," he returns.

"I-I can work remotely. I was at our shared office space downtown. But like as long as I have WiFi and my computer I can do my work anywhere."

"As long as you're sure and don't mind having to wait? But also you should probably actually eat on your lunch break?"

You tap the side of your backpack and only now does he see a small lunch box attached. "I packed it assuming I'd eat at the office. But then I realized due to my travel this week, I hadn't been by and I definitely want to drop by."

And it's the way you say definitely, like you're dreaming while looking at him, or breathless. And maybe you are giving the whole spiel you've just given. The doors open again and Calum glances over, to greet the new person, but glances back down to you. And fuck, your eyes are just too pretty not to get lost in. "Well, enjoy your lunch and our free WiFi and when I'm done, we can talk, yeah?"

"Yeah, yeah, sure," you rush out, grinning and then watch him shuffle back to the registers. You turn, capturing your bottom lip between your teeth. And holy fuck, it feels like you're in middle school all over again dealing with your first crush. But there you didn't make any moves, especially not as outlandish as this one.

But you just need it to work out--that's all. Finding a table, you settle down, back facing the window, but able to see Calum at the register if you look up from your computer screen. He smiles whenever you catch his eye. The drink doesn't seem to take him long to make and before you know it, he's back out from the register, making rounds to wipe at tables and make sure no one else needs anything before heading back to you.

And he talks as he works, wiping more tables, putting chairs back where they belong. You find out he's in school, working as he takes night classes for his master's in Literature. He finds out you're working remotely for an agency, and though it's marketing, or that's what he gather he still doesn't quite understand it. But it makes you happy and he loves it when you laugh about your coworkers.

And the hour's flown by when the shift switches, Calum disappears to the back for a few minutes and you start the process of shutting down your laptop. But he's back before you get everything tucked away and he slides into the seat across from you with ease and a bit of a sigh of relief.

"You don't have to pack up unless you want too," he says.

And you pause, your laptop in its sleeve. "You really want to hang around your job after hours."

"It's not so bad. It's just the standing that's killer." You nod, understanding the struggle. "So," he starts. "What was this thing that-that you wanted to ask?"

And you can tell he's nervous, his gaze on the table and not on you. And it shouldn't be so goddamn endearing but it is. "I-I wanted to see if you wanted to go out sometime. With me?"

His head shoots up, his infectious grin lighting up his own face, even causing the skin around his eyes to crinkle. "I'd love too. I'm off next Thursday--if that works."

Thursday is nothing special, well you have your monthly town hall meeting that's just about the growth of the company, but you could take a half day and then make up the hours next week. "Thursday is good. Should we do lunch since you have classes?"

"Yeah, if you're okay with that. I heard about this new place, it's mostly breakfast but they stay open for lunch."

"Anya's?" you question and Calum nods. "Some coworkers say it's good. But I-I haven't gone yet."

"So there then?" he asks.

"Yeah--is it okay if we do it a little early. 11:30?"

His heart is a thunderous roar in his chest and he's really glad today he work a darker colored t-shirt because his pits are dripping right now. "Yeah, that's fine with me," Calum answers.

The two of you exchange numbers and he helps you carry your bag to the car. You insist he doesn't have too, but he does it anyway and up against the side of your car, you're kind of glad you took the leap of faith. The hat comes off and you can see fully now the mass curls on his head.

"Thanks," Calum starts. "For waiting to ask. I would've said yes, like literally either way. But I appreciate it."

"Yeah, no. I worked retail before this. It's hell with people hitting on you while you're on the clock. Don't even worry about it."

The sun is higher now, getting into your eyes just a little until Calum shifts and blocks most of it. "So I'll see you Thursday, for sure, at 11:30. Anya's."

"11:30 next Thursday at Anya's for sure. But I may also need a matcha latte before then," you tease.

"Oh, c'mon," he laughs. "It's barely been three weeks. And I apologized."

"I'm only teasing, Calum," you giggle.

He takes a small step backwards--he parked in the second row as to give customers the spots up front. "I'll have that matcha waiting on you next time then."

"I'd expect nothing less." And the two of you give one last wave before he spins completely around his apron thrown across his shoulder and he pauses for cars before crossing the parking lot. And you know you shouldn't thank the heavens you asked for a lunch date at the sight of his ass in jeans, but you do.

Inside your car, you laugh at your own giddiness. It's only one date. And who the hell knows how it's going to end--but for fuck sake, you did it. The phone rings through the bluetooth of your car as you dial your best friend to tell them the good news.

And unbeknownst to you, Calum sits in his car too, smiling to himself as he texts his housemates about scoring a date with you. And the entire thread rattles his phone from the coffee holder.

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[imonthinice]

The Criminal Psychology Majors, Jason Todd x Fem!Reader Part 2/?

Word Count: 2k

Author’s Note: Y/N - your name, A/N - any name (your best friend’s name)

Warnings: Swearing, no beta bitch we die like Jason Todd

Welcome Back! I have, once again, written more of Jason Todd because he’s a fucking teddy bear and I love him.

(Part 1) (Part 2) (Part 3) (Part 4) (Part 5) (Part 6) (Part 7) (Part 8) (Part 9) (Part 10) (Part 11) (Part 12) (Part 13) (Part 14) (Part 15) (Part 16) (Part 17) (Part 18) (Part 19) (Part 20)

Y/N and Jason both returned from that date feeling all giddy about each other, but trying their dammed-est to not let their hopes get too high about the other. However, that was extremely, extremely hard for Jason to do with family like Dick in his life. It’s like coming home to a hopeless romantic of a shipper as a nosey bitch. Lovingly, of course. No one’s like Dick.

“So, Y/N?” Dick asked Jason immediately as he entered the Manor.

“Yeah, what about her?”

“So, many questions: Was that a date? If no, will there be a date? Is there going to be a second date? Do you like her? Do you think we’ll like her? Does she know you’re Bruce Wayne’s son?” Dick rambled at his little brother.

“Okay hold on god damn, yes it was a date, yes there will be a second, yeah I think she’s cool and I like her, slow your roll Circus Boy, I don’t know when she’ll meet you lot, I don’t think she knows who I am, she’s from Metropolis, so I don’t think she knows the Waynes well.” Jason answered Dick with confidence.

“So you like her!” Steph mocked as she entered the hallway, probably heard her brothers talking about Y/N, so she wanted in on it. Somehow she had evaded Jason’s gaze though, so she startled him immensely.

“Jeez, how many of you will scare me today? And yeah, dumbass, I like her. But I’m doing this magical thing called ‘Not getting my god damn hopes up about her since it’s only the first date’ you hopeless romantic fucks.” Jason barked at them.

“Yeah, but you love us.” Dick said.

“That might be true, but your meddling is only going to cause chaos, Dick and Steph.”

“What about my meddling, Jay?” Bruce asked. Once again, he had heard the talking about Jason’s new crush and decided he’d parent the boy on his girl. Jason jumped out of his skin, because, he had once again, not seen Bruce enter the hallway despite his best efforts to not get startled again.

“You, are going to give me a heart attack.”

“Looks like this girl let your guard down.”

“Can we just go on patrol and stop badgering me?” Jason muttered under his breath.

“Nope!” Barbara exclaimed. Clearly, there’s a pattern with Waynes escaping Jason’s attempts to not get startled today, “We’re still going to badger you, Jay,” Barbara finished.

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When Y/N made her way back to A/N, she couldn’t help but turn her radio as loud as she could and try to take the longer journey back home. Pieces of quiet and tranquility always surprised and drew her in. Like a good book on a Sunday morning before the rest of the bustling city of Gotham or Metropolis awoke itself. If New York never sleeps, she thought, then what the hell do Gotham and Metropolis call themselves. She laughed.

There were a few good things about Gotham, like the people you’d meet on the street at 4am were some of the weirdest but kindest people you’d ever know. It’s like the city radiated off of the energy of the people in it, and in spite of the villains constantly hitting the city with their worst, somehow everyone never let it get to them. It was admirable. Metropolis was the same in that avenue, but it didn’t feel like the cold Gotham streets.

Y/N thought Jason was one of the kinder people she had met in her travels and classes. And she never thought that she’d meet someone she liked this much in her criminal psychology class of all places, but hey, the universe had different pen strokes for her.

She went and parked her car in the driveway of the rental house she and A/N shared. Only the two of them shared it, but if either of them lost their jobs, they’d be looking for another roommate immediately. Pulling out her bag which was full of notes written by Jason, the original notes written by her, and binders upon binders of criminal cases she was looking into at the time, she would get out of her car and begin walking to her door.

Of course, like most people, she would kick off her heels the minute she walked through the doors of the house, to which, A/N paused her music and went to go question Y/N about Jason.

“So, you know how this works, babes, lay it on me, how’s hottie? Is he kind?” A/N pondered.

“He’s so kind, he paid the printing fees for my notes and rewrote all of them, I guess it’s a system for us now. I write the notes in class while he tries to take it all in, we meet up, and he rewrites them all and pays the printing fee.”

“He paid the fee?! At that college?” A/N said, completely shocked.

“Is that shocking?”

“Well, the printing fees are so fucking expensive, hun. Mans must have daddy’s money to do that.”

“Really? Well regardless money doesn’t matter, he’s kind and I can make a name for myself if I graduate at the top of my class.” She said, fully believing this. Smart woman. She knew she could do it.

“I believe in you, do you have homework tonight? I can make dinner for you so you can study.” A/N offered.

“Nah, I’m just going to go file my notes and shower, I’ll come join you and help after.”

“Well, don’t drown.” A/N joked.

“Do you know how much effort that would take?” She laughed as she walked towards her room, once she got there she pulled out her papers and began the slow filing process of them into her desk.

About 2 minutes into this, she got a text:

Hey stranger.

If someone had a heart monitor hooked up to her, they could have bet their last penny on her heart skipping a beat. 

Hey Jason. She sent back.

I had a fun time today with you, do you want to do the same thing tomorrow, I could use your fast writing skills to get by in classes. And I just like talking to you. What do you say?

She thought. Maybe something legit is here, hopefully I’m not just used for notes. She worried about that, since she was just a tad insecure about him. He was pretty. She knew she was a looker, sure. But he was something more.

I would love to go on another budget date with you.

Budget? Actually yeah, I guess it is budget lol. Maybe next time I’ll actually take you out to lunch like I said I would.

I, honestly, completely forgot you said you’d take me to lunch, I was just having fun as we were talking.

Me too. You’re a hoot.

A hoot? That’s a book nerd statement if I’ve ever heard one. She joked. She didn’t actually know if he was a book nerd at this time, but they had been joking the entire time when she was filing her notes. She was no where near done filing her notes, Jason was a distraction from that, it wasn’t that important, she would end up finishing it later. She just liked some semblance of organization so she didn’t have to put it off.

I’ll have you know I’ve probably read more books than you.

Well book nerds are cute.

Eventually the messages from Jason and Y/N started slowing, Y/N assumed he was tired or working so she took her chance to file her notes and start running her shower.

Sorry Y/N, this has been fun but I’m going to get really sparse with replies, I got work to do.

That’s fine! Where do you work, by the way?

And she got into the shower. Halfway through her shower her phone pinged, she assumed Jason was texting back, so when she finished her shower, before she even got her towel on, she decided to answer him:

I work at Wayne Enterprises with my dad. It’s quite fun.  He had said.

Oh! I’ve heard the owner of Wayne Enterprises is a lovely man, have you met him? She asked him back.

And within an instant, he answered.

He’s my dad, so yeah.

You’re the Jason Todd? Heir to the Wayne Manor and Wayne Enterprises? She started thinking back on what A/N had said. Yep, she thought, Daddy’s money indeed. She started to slip into her pajamas, which were literally a mess and not put together, because this is the real world, not every girl has matching sets, when he answered:

I hope that doesn’t change much, Y/N.

Explains the camera I saw but didn’t mention, and that’s about it.

You saw the cameras? Damn it. I tried to shield you, they may have pictured us together, sorry.

Worth it for a lovely date. I’ve seen worse, my mum works with Clark Kent, who I guess you probably know since he’s Bruce’s best friend, and the paparazzi loves to take Clark’s picture.

Oh yeah, Uncle Clark. Yeah, the pap love him. You get used to it. I guess you somewhat know my family lol.

Nah, that’s about all I know. Wasn’t really interested in drama about you lot because it’s just not my business. Probably not a shared ideal with the general public.

She finished getting dressed and went to go cook with A/N, and share the news.

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“Girl! You were right about daddy’s money oh my god,” Y/N said when she entered the kitchen.

“Go on,” A/N urged.

“You know Jason Todd? Guess what. That’s hottie from Crim Psych 101.”

“Are you serious? That’s insane. You’re probably plastered across the internet right now for that date,” A/N laughed, “are you scared to date a famous man?” She asked.

“No, he’s really sweet and if this gets serious, I can just block out the flashes.”

The two of them laughed and started cooking. A/N was Latina, so, of course, she was in charge to cook most nights. But Y/N made killer desserts and pizza. Tonight was fajitas, so Y/N kind of sat bat and let A/N do her thing. Trying to know more so one day A/N wouldn’t have to do all the work, Y/N went onto the internet and the first thing she saw?

Globally Revered Son of a Millionaire, Jason Todd, out on a DATE with a Mystery Girl?

Like clockwork, Jason answered:

I guess I have a lot to teach you, and I hope you haven’t been on the internet recently.

I have. Globally Revered Son of a Millionaire. She texted back.

Fuck those damn tabloids. He said, she couldn’t help but agree, the paparazzi seem like they’re very invested in stories that aren’t theirs to tell.

Can’t agree with you more. We should put on a show for them tomorrow, actually give them something to write about.

I like your thinking.

You’ve opened up a lot today.

Is it your turn now?

What do you want to know? You asked him before turning to A/N.

“Tabloids talk too much,” you sneered at her.

“Cat should get their tongue and choke on it,” she finished, “did you at least look cute in their pics?” she asked.

“Somehow. Wasn’t even posing,” Y/N finished.

“Well, food’s done, are you still hungry?”

“Always.”

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Jason turned to his brother, Dick, Nightwing, and said, 

“She knows now.”

“That you’re rich?” he asked.

“Yeah, I guess I have to be more wary of her now,” he sighed, “I hope she’s not in it for the Wayne fortune.”

“Doubt she is if she agreed the tabloids can suck it, Red Hood.”

“I pray you’re right.”

He then drew his guns and fired at the ground underneath their laest venture into crime-fighting. This was gonna be one hell of a ride Y/N embarked on, not even knowing what she was getting into.

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Forever (Tsukishima Kei x Reader)

Anonymous said:

idk if anyone has done this but, can i request for kei tsukishima. where the reader and him are about to graduate, and she’s scarred that since everything’s gonna change she thought that he’ll lose interest and break up w her. but the ironic part is that they actually end up getting married and having kids lmaoo, pretty pls 🥺

Anonymous said:

Can you write sometimes where reader is pregnant and she’s hesitant to tell tsukki but he finds out anyways and it’s all angsty but ends on a fluffy note! (can this be when they’re in college?) also i LOVED your tsukki stories okay they’re my favorite!

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Word Count: 2,787

Summary: You and Tsukishima have been together since you were kids, after you had given birth to your guys’ first child Tsukishima revisits the past.

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I decided to combine these requests! I hope you guys don’t mind! This gave me all the fucking feels so I hope you guys like it! Again, I’m still shuffling through my inbox, I’m sorry that it took so long for me to write this one anons! Please enjoy and let me know what you think:)

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“I c-can’t! I c-can’t do this without Kei!” You cried, tightening your grip on Yamaguchi’s hand.

 The rising hysteria could no longer be beaten down, genuine fear overtook your body. It overshadowed the overwhelming feeling of pain, the urge to push being bitten down as your eyes scanned around the hospital room frantically.

 He still wasn’t here.

 Could you have a panic attack in the middle of giving birth? You thought so.

 “Y/n-chan.” Yamaguchi soothed, gently smoothing your sweaty hair away from your face. “He’s on his way, there was an accident a couple miles out from the hospital. The roads are blocked, traffic is at a standstill. But Tsukki will be here, I promise. But you need to start pushing now, it’s not safe for you or the baby to keep holding this off.”

 You whimpered softly as you gazed up at your childhood friend, his freckled face was calm and reassuring.

 At least… at least Yamaguchi was here right? You weren’t doing this entirely alone.

 But sadness still gripped at your heart, Tsukishima was going to miss the birth of his first child. He wasn’t here.

 “Mrs. Tsukishima. You have to start pushing now or we will have to do a C-section instead.” The doctor stated firmly.

 Yamaguchi squeezed your hand gently.

 “O-Okay.” You whispered out.

 You started pushing.

 ****

 Hours later, you were asleep in the hospital bed, completely knocked out from pure exhaustion.

 Beside you, your husband cradled your newborn close to his chest, gazing down at the small baby boy with the softest expression.

 Tsukishima had barely made it in time, right before the final push. The fear and guilt that Tsukishima felt was still present in his heart, but… love and complete joy was there as well.

 You and the baby were safe and healthy. That’s all that mattered to him. His eyes glanced over at Yamaguchi, he was asleep in one of the other chairs in the room. He would have to take him out for dinner in thanks for being with you when he couldn’t.

 God, he felt like a terrible husband. 

 The meeting at the museum had run late, and while the both of you knew that the baby was going to be due any day now… he didn’t think that it was going to happen tonight.

 “Mind if I take him?” a nurse asked quietly, Tsukishima looked up at her in surprise and nodded, carefully handing his boy over so they could finish doing their checkups.

 “Get some rest.” She said pointedly before leaving the room.

 Tsukishima sighed softly, removing his glasses and pinching the bridge of his nose. He was tired. But not like you.

 He reached for your hand, the one that was curled close to your face, carefully lifting it up and pressing a soft kiss to your knuckles. 

 His expression was soft as he stared at your sleeping face. Tsukishima had never felt luckier in his entire life.

 The fact that you were still his after all these years, the fact that you brought his beautiful son into the world… he was truly blessed.

 Tsukishima’s lips twitched into a small smile as he thought back to the past.

 ***

 You sat on the gym floor, rolling the volleyball around absentmindedly. It was just you and Tsukishima, the silence between the two of you was comfortable. Tomorrow was graduation day, tomorrow was going to be the start to a new journey.

 Your eyes glanced over at the tall blonde, he was finishing up some last-minute stuff for the volleyball team.

 Biting your lip softly, you turned your attention back to the volleyball that was in front of you.

 The feeling that you had beaten down since the beginning of the year could no longer be buried.

 You had to ask.

 “Kei?” you called out softly.

 “Hmm?” 

 “Are we… do you… do you like me?” 

 He looked over at you, a dumbfounded expression covering his handsome face. “You’re joking right?”

 You huffed at him in annoyance, a soft pout taking over your features.

 He sighed, closing the notebook he was currently writing in, facing you directly. “We’ve liked each other since we were kids Y/n. We started dating in middle school. Why are you asking me something so stupid?”

 “Well do you love me?” you tried again.

 “Yes.” 

 Oh. You looked away from the blonde male, doubt and unease still clouding your heart. This was stupid. Asking him those questions wasn’t truly going to give you the answer you really wanted.

 You heard Tsukishima sighed loudly, hearing the soft squeak of shoes against the floors, and then he was pulling your chin up, forcing you to stare at him.

 He was squatted down in front of you, his lips turned down in a frown. “What is it?”

 “Nothing.” You mumbled, attempting to avert your eyes from his own.

 “Don’t lie. Something is obviously bothering you. Tell me.” he demanded, his grip on your chin tightening only slightly.

 You weren’t sure what it was in his face, but you felt tears begin to cascade down your cheeks. Much to his surprise and yours.

 “Y/n -” 

 “You’re going to break up with me!” you wailed, all of your feelings bursting from you like a broken dam. “You’re not going to want me anymore once you go to college… you’ll find someone better, prettier, more athletic than me! Everything is going to be different after tomorrow, you’re not going to love me the same way and -”

 His hand covered your mouth, stopping the flood of words that were rapidly escaping your quivering lips.

 “Are you stupid?” he asked incredulously, his eyes holding a fiery passion as he stared at you intensely. “Why would you say such ridiculous things? I thought you were smarter than that. You’re acting like Hinata.” he scowled, stretching and pulling at your cheeks.

 “That hurts Kei.” You whimpered out, but at this point you had stopped crying. 

 “Good. It’s punishment.” he said bluntly, pinching your cheeks harder.

 “Ow, ow, ow!”

 He finally released his grips on your cheeks, sitting down in front of you as you rubbed at your sore face, sniffling slightly.

 “Have you calmed down now?” He asked, reaching up to wipe the remaining tears from your eyes.

 You nodded wordlessly.

 “Good. Now listen closely.” he said seriously. “You seriously think that after all the years we’ve been together I’m not going to want you anymore just because we’re going to different colleges? Have you forgotten that I deliberately chose a college that was close to yours so that I could still see you every day?”

 You didn’t say anything, so he continued on. “Do you really think that I would be unfaithful to you, and look at other girls just because you won’t be by my side as often?”

 Again, you were silent.

 “You really think that I’m going to want someone smarter, prettier, more athletic than you? I’m going to be too busy worrying about your stupid ass the entire time that I won’t even have time to think about my classes, much less try to find someone else.” You started getting more nervous as Tsukishima’s voice gradually began increasing.

 “Of course, things are going to be different after tomorrow.” He said, tone sharp and biting. “That’s to be expected, we’re graduating high school Y/n. Nothing can stay the same forever.”

 He was right. Tsukishima was always right.

 “But…” his hand cupped your face, urging you to look at him. You felt your breath catch in your throat, his expression was full of adoration, his gold eyes burning into yours.

 “One thing will never change, and that’s how I feel about you. I love you. I want only you. Don’t you ever question that again dumbass.” he murmured, leaning forward and capturing your lips in a passionate kiss.

 ****

 Tsukishima’s lips twitched at the memory; you were truly a crybaby back then. While it had gotten better over the years, you still cried about everything.

 Tsukishima felt his stomach twist as he thought about when he had truly made you cry. He still felt guilty about that.

 It wasn’t even that long ago when it had happened.

 *****

 “You need to go to the doctors Y/n.” Tsukishima said, frowning as he watched you rinse your mouth at the bathroom sink.

 You had just finished puking your brains out for the third time that day. This has been going on the past couple of days, both of you under the impression that you were coming down with a stomach bug.

 “I made an appointment for later today.” you mumbled, drying your face against the hand towel.

 “Do you want me to take off of work to take you?” he asked, gently wrapping his arms around your waist.

 You shook your head. “The museum needs you Kei. I’ll be fine.” you said quietly, leaning back into your husband’s strong chest.

 He hummed softly, pressing a gentle kiss to the side of your neck. “If you say so… I’ll be leaving first then.” 

 You waved goodbye to him at the door, watching him drive off.

 You sighed softly, heading into your office to finish up some last-minute work. It had been three years since you guys had graduated college, both of you finally getting to work at your dream jobs, Tsukishima at the museum, and you, working at a design firm.

 Things were finally falling into place it seemed. You guys had only gotten married last year, and it was just a couple of months ago that you guys had finally bought your first house.

 Life was good. Really fucking good. 

 The ring on your finger caught your attention as you typed, pausing for a moment to appreciate its beauty.

 Tsukishima had kept his promise. He’s continued to love you unconditionally. He even married your dumbass, something that you hadn’t imagined at all.

 Yes, life was really good.

 Nothing could go wrong at this point.

 Right?

 Wrong.

 Fuck you were so wrong. 

 You inhaled shakily, wringing your hands together nervously as you stared at the doctor in shock.

 “You’re… are you sure? Can we take it again?” you asked, voice shaking.

 “I’m very sure. But we definitely can do the test again.” The doctor said.

 You nodded. Maybe it was defective? Maybe the second time it would…

 No.

 It was still the same.

 It was still positive.

 You were pregnant. You were definitely pregnant.

 It wasn’t a stomach bug. It was morning sickness. You were already six weeks along.

 You were too busy in your life to even realize that your period was late, you had thought it was from the stress of work and moving.

 The rest of the day you were on edge, you couldn’t even focus on your work. 

 What did this mean for you?

 No… what did this mean for your relationship with Tsukishima.

 You guys had never talked about having children, it something that was never brought up. 

 What if… 

 What if Tsukishima didn’t want kids?

 The tears flowed easily down your cheeks at the thought, your hand resting on your stomach unconsciously.

 But this was… this was Tsukishima’s baby. The man you loved the most. You already knew deep in your heart that you loved this baby.

 The thought that Tsukishima wouldn’t, the thought that Tsukishima might not want anything to do with you or baby caused more tears to fall down your cheeks.

 You didn’t say anything to him for three weeks.

 The fear you held ate away at you, you wanted to tell him, but each opportunity that came up, you backed out.

 Until one day when you had come home from the grocery store, Tsukishima was staring blankly at the tv. His hands folded in front of his face; his expression unreadable.

 “Kei are you ok-”

 “How long?” he interrupted you, his eyes holding so many different emotions as he stared at you.

 You frowned in confusion at his statement. “I don’t -” “How long have you been pregnant Y/n?” he cut you off, rising from the couch at full height. He glared down at you.

 You could feel your lips tremble. “You have to understand -”

 “How long?” he repeated again.

 “I’m nine weeks.” You whispered, tears stinging your eyes as you stared at the carpet beneath your feet. 

 You heard his sharp intake of breath, your body flinching hard at the noise.

 “When did you find out?” he asked.

 “Three weeks ago.” You whispered.

 “Why… why didn’t you say anything? Why didn’t you tell me the minute you knew!? Why did I have to find out that my wife is pregnant from a voicemail the doctor left on our phone!?” 

 He’s… Tsukishima has never yelled at you like this. Your head snapped up to see his furious expression as he stared you down with an icy glare.

 “Kei you have to understand I was scared! I didn’t know if you -” you were reaching for him, only for him to jerk his arm back at your touch, stepping further away from you. 

 “Don’t touch me.” he said coldly. “I can’t believe you. I’m leaving.” he walked past your trembling form, grabbing his jacket and his car keys, the door slamming behind him.

 Your heart broke, you collapsed onto the floor. Loud sobs escaping your lips as you hugged yourself. One of your hands clapped tight over your mouth as you desperately tried to quiet the despair that was coming from your lips. 

 ****

 By the time he had gotten home it was incredibly late, Tsukishima had never felt more exhausted in his entire life.

 He quietly closed the door behind him, discarding his coat and keys onto the kitchen table.

 He fucked up.

 He shouldn’t have overreacted like that. He shouldn’t have left you like that.

 He just… he didn’t know how to handle it. He was angry because you kept such an important secret from him. He was shocked because - well - because you were pregnant, something that wasn’t planned at all. He was scared because… what if he wasn’t a good dad?

 He definitely didn’t feel like a good husband right now.

 His heart broke as he took in your form. You had cried yourself to sleep, curled up tightly on the bed, your hand clutching at your stomach protectively.

 He had hurt you so much, he had left you when you needed him the most… you dealt with a large burden on your own, all because you were fearful of how he was going to take it.

 He fucked up.

 He hated himself. 

 Tsukishima had to make it right now. The thought of losing you forever. The thought of losing his child forever, he couldn’t stand it. Carefully he slipped under the blankets, his long arms wrapping protectively around your body as he pulled you tightly against his chest.

 He buried his face into your hair, his grip tight on you. His hand gently pushed yours away, his fingers rubbing carefully against your belly.

 A baby.

 You were carrying a baby in there. You were carrying his baby. 

 He’s never loved you more than this moment.

 “Kei?” you whispered; you woke up when you felt your body being tugged into a familiar chest.

 “I’m so sorry.” he whispered back, kissing the skin behind your ear. “I shouldn’t have acted that way… I just… I’m sorry. I love you. I’ll love you forever Y/n. I’ll love our baby forever. They will want for nothing. I’ll take care of you. I’ll take care of both of you. Don’t leave me.”

 You felt tears sting your eyes once more, your hand gently rested on top of his. “I won’t leave Kei. I love you.”

 He squeezed you tightly to his chest, his fingers tracing patterns into your stomach as you both began to drift off into sleep.

 ****

 “Mmm… Kei?” you mumbled sleepily, eyes gazing at your husband. He was staring off into space, his hand still holding your softly.

 Your soft voice snapped him out of his thoughts, his eyes finding yours immediately.

 “You did so well.” he praised, gently pushing your hair away from your face. “I’m sorry I couldn’t be here sooner.”

 You shook your head, leaning into his touch. “You’re here now. That’s all that matters.”

 He didn’t say anything as he continued staring at you, gently touching your face with soft fingers.

 “He’s beautiful.” he finally said.

 “Takes after his daddy.” you cooed, eyes fluttering back shut in exhaustion. You felt a gentle pressure of cool lips press against the top of your head. 

 “Sleep. I’ll be here when you wake up.” Tsukishima breathed out.

 So you did.

 Tsukishima’s heart has never been more full. 

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The Two of Us. pt 2

authors note; thank you guys for the support, it really means a lot to me! Im glad you guys liking the story so far! Anyways, here’s part two! Also, i’d like to apologize in advance for any errors or if something doesn’t make sense. English isn’t my first language so i’m sorry if there’s something wrong :)

Endgame pairings: Ellie Williams x fem! reader.

Warnings: Violence, marijuana, swearing, ect.

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It really hurt seeing them together.

You felt the disappointment, the hurt and the jealousy as they simply talked. Though you know there was a deeper meaning behind their seemingly innocent conversation. You know more than anyone about them. Being one Ellie’s best friends is both a blessing and a curse.

She smiled, looking slightly flustered after Cat whispered something in her ear, and you couldn’t help but clench your jaw at that.

It was a troubling sight, really it was. Everything seemed so off. Like it wasn’t real. But it was. Ellie was laughing with the cool girl who can do tattoos, one of your friends. God, it really felt like you were getting jabbed in the heart over and over again.

But you had no right to jealous at all. She wasn’t yours to be jealous about.

Cat looked around, making sure nobody was looking- but held eye contact with you for a moment before she leaned in and kissed Ellie on the lips. That’s when you finally looked away, continuing to fix Gemini’s saddle.

Gemini was tied to the fence by the barn and was close to the fence. Other horses lined up beside his right side. Today’s group was getting to leave for the morning. Earlier than usual.

Mondays are rough.

“How long have they been together now?” Jesse asked when he walked over to you as you were packing up for patrol. You turned to look at him so you could have an actual conversation. He looked directly into your eyes, almost as if he was trying to figure you out. Jesse was someone who could see everything with one look. You kinda hated him for knowing so much about how you felt about Ellie without telling him much about it.

“…I wanna say 2 months, but we both know it’s been longer than that.” You replied with a frown, continuing to distract yourself by finishing to prep Gemini for patrol.

“Y/n, could you stop looking so miserable? It’s starting to bum me out.”

You chuckled lightly, finally stepping away from Gemini and decided to lean against the wooden fence beside your horse. Jesse decided to the same, and he leaned against it with you. You looked down at your hands, deciding to pick at your cuticles just so you wouldn’t look at the couple. “Why don’t you look just as miserable as me? Didn’t Dina break up with you? Again.”

“Ouch, you really know how to turn on certain emotions.”

“I’m serious. Like, i haven’t been broke up with, yet here i am…” You paused, you stopped picking at your cuticles just to look across the street, where the couple was. Happily minding their business. Ellie and Cat were talking and laughing sweetly. Again, with that pain in your chest. “Utterly heartbroken.”

Jesse patted you on the back, it was his way of comforting you since he had no idea how else to help. “It won’t get easier. One moment you think you’re stronger than whatever you’re feeling but then… you realize it doesn’t matter how good you hide it. If you keep on hiding it, the pain will get to you before you can express those feelings properly.”

“I’m gonna be honest Jesse… I have no idea what you mean by that.”

“Of course you don’t…” He mumbled with a laugh. Again he patted you on the back and pushed himself off the fence. “Think about it clearly.” He then walked off, somewhere towards Maria and some other adults.

Again, you and Gemini were left alone together.

You couldn’t help but think about what Jesse brought up earlier. What did he mean by that? You’re not sure how to process what he meant. Either you were completely clueless- or Jesse tried to be all wise but failed.

“Y/n! Come over here.” You heard Maria’s voice, which broke you from your trance. You left Gemini tied to the post as you walked over to Maria and some other people. Mila and Benji smirk at you as you walk closer. Mila and Benji are your close friends and have been for a while. Though you haven’t seen them lately because of work. Everyone is extra busy lately. Mostly.

“Look who finally decided to join us.” Benji remarked as he wrapped his arm around you once you were close. He pulled you closer and walked towards Maria’s table that was used for placing maps for patrol.

You pushed him off of you gently and made a grossed out face at him. “You really stink, Benji. When was the last time you took a shower?”

Benji only smiled and raised his left arm up to smell his armpit and his clothes too. “It’s my natural musk, all the ladies love it.”

You and Mila looked at each other simultaneously. It was as if you were on the same wavelength. Both of your rolled your eyes at him. “As a lady, i will be speaking for everyone when i say you smell nasty.” Mila exposed truthfully while crossing her arms on her chest.

“Hold up, you’re not a lady, you’re a brute.”

“Oh, i’m the brute? You haven’t taken a proper shower in weeks. Jumping into lakes and rivers don’t count.”

“Says who? It’s more natural,”

“More like nasty.”

You ignored the two bickering idiots and moved closer to the table where Maria was. “What were you thinking Maria?” You asked, looking down at the map of the area. It stretched out for miles.

She looked up at you. “Have you ever done the urban trails? It leads up to the dam checkpoint.”

You shook your in response. “I haven’t. Do you want me to take that route? You should pair me up with someone who’s done that trail then.”

There’s a lot of trails, so there are at least 10 or 15 trails you’ve never done before. These type of trails are the longer routes. The reason you haven’t done those routes is because Tommy isn’t that confident in you to take on the longer routes.

But now it was different, not only are you older but more capable of handling yourself more than anyone.

“You’re right…” Maria paused, she was thinking, trying to slowly put some pieces together. “But there isn’t anyone on duty right now who knows the trails that i can think of.”

Jesse’s head perked up at what she said, smirking at you from across the table. He was right next to Maria like always. She trusts him a lot because he was also a natural leader. “Actually, Ellie knows that trail.”

You instinctively felt your heartbeat start to speed up, and your face started to warm up at his insinuation. You knew what he was doing. “Ellie and Dina are already planning on running their routes on chestnut drive. I can take a group and we’ll figure it out together.” You intervened, giving Jesse a look that said, ‘shut up’.

“No, Jesse is right. You and Ellie can take the urban trails. It’ll be much faster with you two clearing that area. We can’t send a group to one trail- especially not now when we’ve been getting reports of infected in the southern territories- the opposite direction of urban trails.”

You sighed, knowing that her words were always final. You scratched the back of your neck- feeling an inch. “I’ll go let Ellie know. Jesse talk to Dina.” You give him another glare and just he smiled, sending a wink your way.

You turned around, looking over at where Cat and Ellie were still talking. Lately, things have been awkward between you two. It may have something to do with the fact that you maybe- just maybe that you were avoiding her.

It didn’t really matter, Ellie hasn’t noticed anything differently anyways. Or so you assumed.

“Ellie!” At the sound of your voice she quickly turned away from her girlfriend. She dropped Cats hands and fully turned to face you. Her full attention was now on you. But of course, you didn’t notice that either. “Assignments! Let’s go, kiss your girlfriend goodbye and get your ass on shimmer!”

It was getting easier to hide your feelings, even your distain for the couple and how you felt about Ellie.

“Fuck… Alright, just give me a minute!”

You gave her a thumbs up, and turned away. You walked towards your horse, seeing Jesse waiting there for you. He must have finished talking with Dina. He held out a hunting rifle and a shotgun towards you. He looked between both guns. “Which one do you prefer?” He questioned.

You smiled, looking at both guns. “Quite the tough question, Jes.”

Ellie walked up behind you, looking right over your shoulder. She was so close to you. Your breathe hitched lightly as she observed both guns. “I think you’re more of a rifle girl. It suits you more than a shotgun.”

Jesse grinned, and his eyes sparkled for a moment when you looked at him. He then nodded, agreeing with what Ellie had said. “That settles that then.” He held the rifle for you to take, which you did. Jesse then passed the shotgun to Ellie.

With the help of the sling, you tossed the rifle over your shoulder. Ellie was staring at you, trying desperately to get your attention without having to say anything but you were occupied with Gemini once again. She sighed, and decided to just start the conversation.

“So… Where have you been lately? I haven’t seen you around, not even in the mess hall.” Ellie hesitated but walked over to Gemini’s mane. You were by his saddle, and when you stared into her eyes it felt like it was only you and her. Instinctively, your eyes trailed from her eyes to her lips. You couldn’t help it. She was so close. Ellie shyly looked down at her hands as she continued to mess with Gemini’s mane. “I’ve uh… Missed hanging out with you. We still haven’t finished our halo campaign.”

You bit the inside of you cheek, and decided that laughing nervously would help ease your nerves. “Yeah, i’m sorry about that. I asked Maria for more assignments since… You know, i have nothing better to do.”

Ellie wanted to say something but held her tongue. She wanted to say something to continue your conversation but you interrupted her instead. “Listen, Maria wants you and me to handle the urban trails. Pretty sure we have to replace Danny and Axel at the dam checkpoint …”

“You and i,” Ellie corrected suddenly, making you stare at her in disbelief and confusion. She gave you a smirk. “You said ‘you and me’ but that isn’t proper grammar.”

You rolled your eyes playfully at her. “Fuck off, Williams. Did you even listen to a word i said?”

“So, we’re back to last names? Since when?”

“Since you decided to be a grammar queen, you dick.”

“Woah! Language, there are children around, L/n!”

“The only child i see is you.” You replied with a happy smile on your face. You and Ellie climbed on your horses and waited by the gates. Ellie continue to talk to you like nothing was wrong- well, not like she knew if there was something wrong anyways. You kept stuff to yourself.

You missed this. You missed hanging out with Ellie. You just… Missing having her by your side, kicking the worlds ass together but now… Ellie was with Cat. Her relationship put a wedge on your friendship. You felt farther away to Ellie then ever.

Everything has changed. Which sucked because you weren’t sure how to deal with the changes. It was all going by so fast. You just wished everything was different. It was selfish of you but… You didn’t care.

“Y/n, you with me?” Ellie snapped you out of your thoughts. She looked back at you as the gates opened.

You nodded. “Always.”

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