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griffin-girl-r · 7 months

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Breathe

Created: 09.10.2023

Finished: 09.10.2023

Edited: 09.10.2023

Age: Newborn

Word count: 1,485

Warnings: Birth complications

Request: Yes (Wattpad user)

Pairing: BlackHill

Summary: Natasha and Maria get ready to welcome their baby into the world but the complicated delivery they experience brings something unexpected for them.

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Maria was lying on the hospital bed with her wife, Natasha, sitting beside her for emotional support.

The couple was about to welcome their miracle baby into the world and they couldn't be happier.

Thanks to the medical advancements that were created by Bruce in his lab, with a little bit of financial support from Tony, the scientist discovered a way for two women to have their own biological child and the first couple that volunteered to be tested on was, obviously, Maria and Natasha.

Needless to say, it was the best decision they took in their entire lives because it offered them the chance to fulfill their dreams of becoming parents.

Sure, they have thought about adoption and alternative methods, like a donor, but it, just, didn't feel right for them.

So that's what brought them to this moment.

The joyous day when Maria, who had been the one to carry the baby, entered in labor, and each passing second brought the couple closer to the moment they would hold their tiny angel in their arms.

"You can do this, baby." Natasha encouraged Maria, her voice filled with anxiety and anticipation "You're so strong."

"It hurts so much, Nat." Maria cried out in pain, squeezing Natasha's hand with such strenght as if she wanted to break it

Maria was already in labor for the past 20 hours and the doctors buzzed around the expectant mother, emanating an air of concern.

They knew all too well that a prolonged labor was nothing but harmful for both the mother and the baby.

"I know, my love." Natasha wiped the sweat away from Maria's forehead with her hand before placing a firm kiss on it "The doctors are here to help you and Bruce will make sure that it won't be long till our baby is here."

"I want this baby out of me!" Maria screamed as a contraction hit her full force

"Call down, Agent." Bruce stormed inside the room, adjusting his medical gloves on his hands "The time for your baby to come is here."

"Thank God." Natasha breathed out reliefed "You heard that, sweetheart? Our baby needs you now more than ever. I'm right beside you. We're in this together."

"You better!" Maria groaned

Bruce walked over to the bed and placed an oxygen mask over Maria's face, carefully helping the pregnant woman to change her position and prepare for the delivery.

"I love you so much, Masha." Natasha whispered into her wife's ear, brushing the wet hair away from Maria's forehead "We'll get through this as a team."

"Alright, Maria." Bruce positioned himself at the foot of the bed "You know what you need to do. Now push."

"I can't do this!" Maria screamed, overwhelmed by the unbearable pain that was cursing through her body

"I can see the head!" Bruce shouted "Just one more push!"

"Tasha..." The brunette breathed out exhausted, her face pale "Please, take care of our baby."

Natasha shook her head as she squeezed Maria's hand reassuringly "I will but you are also going to be there to help me raise our baby."

"You know my mother died to bring me into this world." Maria tearfully said "What if I'm destinated to die during childbirth as well? Is that how she felt? Without any regret to die only for the wellbeing of the baby."

"That won't happen, babe." Natasha reassured with a rushed tone "You just focus on taking deep breaths and don't worry about anything else."

"No one's going to die today." Bruce loudly declared "Not you, not your baby. Not on my watch."

"Ah!" Maria screamed as she gathered the last remains of strenght she had left in her body

Silence settled over the room and Maria let out a deep sigh in relief, relaxation washing over her entire being.

"You did it, love!" Natasha cheered, kissing Maria's dry lips

But something was odd.

Maria weakly lifted her head and scanned the room with her eyes. The relief she felt was quickly replaced by worry as fear gripped her heart.

The deafening silence in the room persisted, casting an eerie veil of dread over everyone.

"Why isn't the baby crying?" Maria mumbled, voicing out the question that was present in her and Natasha's minds

"Shit!" Bruce loudly cussed, turning around to a nearby table, his hands working on auto-pilot

"Bruce?" Natasha swallowed the lump in her throat before slightly standing up to catch a glimpse of what was going on "What's happening? What's wrong with our baby?"

"She's not breathing." Bruce swiftly moved as he carefully placed the newborn baby on the table

"No..." Maria cried out in disbelief "It can't be."

"She's going to be okay." Natasha tried to keep her tears at bay, failing miserably in doing so, her heart tightening in her chest "Our baby is going to be okay."

"Come on, little baby." Bruce huffed as he started performing CPR on the baby "You ain't going anywhere."

"Please, baby." Maria cried as Natasha pulled Maria's head into her chest "Breathe."

"Just breathe, sweetie." Natasha continued, hugging Maria tighter to her chest

Time seemed to stand still in those moments of uncertainty.

They couldn't have fought so fiercely to have a baby only to have their hearts crushed before they even got the chance to hold their baby girl into their arms.

"Please, Y/N." Maria cried

"Come on!" Bruce shouted, a vein on his neck turning green "Your mothers need you here with them!"

"My life for hers!" Maria shouted, her gaze shifting upwards towards the ceiling as tears cascaded uncontrollably down her cheeks "If that's what you want then take it! Just save my baby."

Just then, it was as if the heavens heard Maria's pleading, and a cry pierced through the room, though weak at first.

"She's back!" Bruce laughed in disbelief "We got her back!"

Maria shot her eyes closed tightly, a cry of relief escaping her mouth as the weight of Bruce's words settled in.

Natasha's knees suddenly gave up on her and she dropped back into the chair underneath her as her limbs froze and she couldn't move anymore.

Bruce turned around, holding you in his arms and he gently placed you in Maria's waiting arms.

Your parents instantly noticed how your bluish skin was slowly turning pale and then back to its normal color.

Natasha reached her trembling hand toward your tiny foot and marveled at how small it was, while Maria placed a soft kiss on the soft tufts of brown baby hair that adorned your tiny head.

"Welcome to the world, Y/N." Maria smiled, as she looked into your big, innocent, green eyes

"So what happened then?" Natasha asked Bruce a few hours later while she sat on Maria's bed, her arms wrapped around her girls

"She experienced a nuchal cord that cut the oxygen flow." Bruce looked over the file in his hand

"Bruce..." Natasha sighed "I speak a lot of languages but your medical language ain't one."

"Explain it in terms we can understand, Banner." Maria looked up from your sleeping face to Bruce as she kept slowly rocking you

"She experienced a cord compression which literally means that she was born with the umbilical cord wrapped around her neck too tightly." Bruce explained "It's not an unusual thing to occur during difficult births. It happens in around 20-30% of cases and the long labour Maria had just made everything a little bit more difficult."

Maria looked back down at the baby in her arms and she teared up before voicing her concerns.

"Will she be okay?" Maria's trembling voice choked back tears "Is the lack of oxygen she experienced in the first moments of life going to leave lasting consequences?"

"She's going to be just fine." Bruce smiled reassuringly "I checked her and I can confirm that she will be able to live a completely normal life without any lasting consequences."

Both mothers allowed relief to wash over them and they shifted their attention back to you but not before sharing a quick kiss.

"I told you that everything would be okay." Natasha whispered, your tiny fingers tightly wrapped around the redhead's index finger

"I am so happy to finally have her here with us." Maria chuckled tearfully "She gave us quite the scare."

"That you can say again, love." Natasha laughed

This wasn't the perfect birth Maria and Natasha imagined that they would experience but it had its unique way to ensure that the new mothers would never forget this day.

This day reminded them of the fragility of life and, at the same time, of its beauty and the moments that are worth living for.

Despite everything, all that mattered was that their baby was alive, healthy, and breathing.

Every hardship they faced served as the reminder to appreciate each day and live it to the fullest.

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lone-rhapsodist · 4 months

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I lasted 5 days. The other day, I exploded. I don't regret it. They really deserved it. But it's not good. And it's no use.

I don't want to be here. Not if it has to be like this. And if I'm here again in the future, I don't want to be here for this long. I'm not going to say anything to my family now. I'm going to survive until 7th January and then draw a line.

I feel like this has been the last straw. I already have shit going on in my life. I can't keep having to deal with this family bullshit too.

Something inside of me has broken. I can't do this fake stuff anymore. Recently, I've been working on my values, and one value I've felt strongly about is authenticity. When I picked it, I couldn't tell why I felt so strongly about it. But now, I get it. Authenticity is like, if you've got any values, you're going to want to live by them. And if you're surrounded by people who don't let you live by your values, you're going to want to cut them off.

Now, I don't want to give up on my family. Taken separately, my brothers and my sister, even my parents, they're fine. But together, we're a fucking mess. We can't get organised. We can't make a decision. We can't communicate. It's a fucking disgrace.

I'll still come home and see them. But like, for a week or so at most. 10 days max. I don't care. I can't come here and be in pain for days. I have to take care of myself first.

I already know my dad will tell me to fuck off about this. I don't care. I'll tell him to fuck off right back if needed. With no hatred. No vitriol. Just, sheer annoyance.

That's what it was like the other day, when I was talking to my sister. The fucking exhaustion I was feeling... I wasn't angry at her. I was just, so done with her. So done with my family and their shitty behaviour. So done with their lack of understanding, of thinking, of care.

Honestly, I've tried everything. Everything. I've talked to them one to one. I've tried to understand them. I've tried to help them understand me. No fucking use. So then, what's the point?

I'll come home. We'll spend time together. But, you can't force me to stay here two weeks or more if I don't want to. I'm a fucking adult. And we're old enough to know that we can't stand each other for that long. We're a family, and that's great but, I shouldn't be forced to do things I don't want to do. And that's not just for family, but for everyone. For all relationships.

I feel fear at the thought of how much this mentality shift of mine could shake up my world. My work relations, my friends, my partner... Look, I know myself, I'm good and kind, but if you break my balls, you'll have to expect to be told to fuck off. Like, it's on you. Precisely because I try so hard to be good and kind, all of the time. If I try so hard to be nice, to be caring, to be supportive, to take an interest in you and be helpful... And you're going to be an asshole to me. Then, what the fuck do you want?

It's not even assertiveness. It's not even like I'm trying to win the argument. There's no argument. There's no reason for you to behave like this. I want to do stuff, I want to be myself, I want to feel free to express myself. But if you shit on all that, then... I'm a humble person, but that doesn't mean I don't know my value. That doesn't mean I'm going to let people walk all over me. I don't need to stand my ground. I am the ground. I'll sweep the ground off your fucking feet if I have to, and be done with you, and go and do my own thing.

I don't know. Like I said, I'm afraid. I'm afraid especially for my partner. I don't want to make life difficult for them. But at the same time, if they're going to make it difficult for me, then like, what the fuck? I'm sorry, there's going to be a lot of learning for both of us, and that will start from me telling you to fuck off from time to time, if you deserve it.

I promise you, we're all going to get through this. And we're all going to come out of it better than before. But I'm no longer willing to lose myself to appease others.

What's that thing we say on Tumblr? Entering my villain era? I just feel like I shouldn't have to deal with bullshit from people when I don't give them any and in fact try to be good and kind to them and all of that stuff. I'll keep being nice. I'll keep being helpful. It's just who I am. But if you piss me off and you're not even willing to talk about it, then you can fuck right off.

I'll go away and think about this. Reformulate it in a way that's helpful and set an intention. It may change, for sure. But I think that's about fair. I just hope I won't become an asshole in the process. But if you're an asshole to me, well. Tough. I won't talk back. I won't be cruel. But I won't stand for it either. And I think that's absolutely right.

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dramacide · 1 year

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Owned

[Chapter 2]

Interaction: Kim Gwang-Il & Reader

Genre: Crime

[R13]

Word Count: 1.5K

A/N: Sorry for the wait! This chapter is shorter than the last but I hope you enjoy it regardless.

Summary: You were going to get out of there. Gwang-Il had left you to the boys as he said he would, but to your surprise, they hadn’t touched you yet. But with them on your tail, how will you plot to escape?

"You've got work to do,"

One of the members, which you remembered to be 'Su-Jin', called out to you. You had found the other members in another room, their uninviting, sharp glares on piercing through you as you entered.

"What work?" As you spoke, the wave of goosebumps and your visible, inconsistent shivers awakened your awareness; you were still in your underwear alone. Almost as if on cue, Su-Jin tossed a satin red robe at you, "Before you say anything, it's oversized because it used to be Mr. Kim's."

Turning his back, Su-Jin continued with what he was doing, "As for the work, I'm referring to chores. We need to keep you busy and away from planning to escape, you see. Apart from that, there's a lot of clothes we'll need you to clean up." You flinched at the thought of what those clothes looked like. On top of that, the last thing you intended to do was assist criminals. They were not stupid; it was no surprise they expected you to devise a plan.

But you weren't stupid either, and you weren't going to let anything stop you. You were going to play along for now.

"No funny business," the other member in the room pointed a finger at you as he took a sudden step forward with a slight snarl sharpening his features, "you have a time limit. If you're not done by then, you'll have to face the consequences. Clear?"

Your eyes met with the finger in close proximity with your face, but you weren't intimidated at all. Matter of fact, you had to resist the urge to smile. "Where can I find the clothes?"

The member escorted you to a smaller room, and you followed as he entered. He gestured to a bath tub, gray and matted with age, and filled with bloodied clothing as you imagined, but the sight instantly caused your stomach to plummet. Who were you kidding? How could you play along and wash the blood of Gwang-Il's unfortunate victims?

"C-Can't we just throw these away?"

"Don't be stupid."

Wincing at the guilt gnawing at you, you struggled to form a sentence, "D-Do I really have to...wash blood?" In response, he threw you some gloves as if that would ease the situation for you. "Are you serious? That's not the only issue here. I'm not just gonna clean up the mess of a bunch of heartless criminals!"

"Then talk to Mr. Kim about it. He's the brains of this operation."

"In fact, yes I will."

Immediately after letting those words escape your mouth, you regretted it. There was no way you were in shape to speak with him now. "I'll escort you-"

"Uh, never mind," you cut him off and raised your palm, "I’ll go later. Just leave me be." He briefly glared at you as if he was suggesting to watch your tongue before he left you alone with your thoughts. And you thought this was a perfect opportunity to start devising a plan. You inhaled deeply to feel tranquil, but all that came of it was the pungent odor of old blood. You hated that you had to do this.

But you guessed this wasn’t your decision to make.

As you scrubbed at the blood-soaked clothes, you tried with great effort to hold back your tears. Your hands shook as you worked, your mind racing with thoughts of escape. How were you so unlucky that you ended up here, stuck in this hellhole? How would you escape?

You remembered the moment of your capture so vividly and you couldn't help but grit your teeth furiously at your ridiculous choice to ignore your parents' number one rule. Now, you were paying the price.

But you weren't going to give up. You had survived for this long so you assumed you were lucky enough to survive a little longer. You would find a way out of this mess, no matter what it took. You just had to keep your head down and play along for now, biding your time until the opportunity for escape presented itself.

You scrubbed harder at the clothes, trying to rid them of the stains that seemed to symbolize all of the horrors that you experienced. Maybe, just maybe, if you could wash them clean, you could wash away the guilt that weighed heavy on your conscience. Maybe, just maybe, you weren't beyond redemption.

But how were you going to get out of here? The members of the group were probably supposed to always watch you, their eyes observing your every move. You had to bide your time and wait for the perfect opportunity.

So, with each day that passed, you began to eavesdrop on their conversations, trying to gather any information that could be useful to your escape. You plan from the beginning was coming up again. You did as you were told and played along with it. It wasn't easy to listen in as they were often alert, their voices barely above a whisper. But you were determined.

As you finished up your futile duties and you overheard a hushed conversation between two of the members. They were talking about a job they had planned for the evening - a job that would take them away for hours. You strained to hear their words, trying to piece together their plan.

This was your chance to escape. At least a million thoughts crossed your mind; most were of fear and uncertainty, but truth be told, you didn’t care. You were not going to let an opportunity like this pass, though escape was probably more difficult than it seemed. But you were ready to do whatever it took to get out of there.

You waited impatiently until the members were all away, then gathered your meager belongings and crept out of the bedroom. Your heart pounded in your chest as you made your way through the dingy rooms, your paranoia gnawing at your determination.

As you reached the front door, you hesitated. This was it - your chance to flee and never look back. But what if you were caught? You couldn't shake the fear that Gwang-Il would track you down and punish you for your disobedience. His face was certainly the last thing you wanted to see.

You took a deep breath and stepped out into the night, determined to put as much distance between yourself and the group as possible.

You knew you had to keep moving - there was no telling how long it would take Gwang-Il and the others to realize that you were gone, and you didn't want to be around when they did.

You forced yourself to your feet and kept on walking, the faint glimmer of light on the horizon guiding you forward. You had no idea where you were going, but you knew you had to find a way to get help. You had to find a way to get back home to your parents, who you expected to be devastated.

You had no idea how much time had passed or how much distance you had covered, but you couldn't afford to stop. You had to keep moving, no matter how tired you were. You dragged your feet along the ground as you pushed yourself to the limit, your body aching with each step. Your mind was numb with exhaustion, and all you wanted to do was collapse and rest. But you couldn't give in to that temptation.

You had to keep going, no matter what.

So you kept on walking, your feet pounding the pavement in a relentless rhythm. You didn't know where you were going, but as long as you were far away, that was all that counted.

Out of nowhere, a voice rang out from behind you, sending shivers down your spine. “Where are you going?” Gwang-Il was right on your heels, his presence looming closer than you had expected. Your heart pounded in your chest as you turned to see Gwang-Il standing there, with what seemed like a genuine display of confusion on his face. However, it was quickly replaced with a chilling grin, his eyes glowing with a maniacal light.

Panic took hold and you bolted, your legs pumping beneath you as you fled through the darkness. The fear coursing through your veins acted as a driving force, urging you to move faster. But as you glanced over your shoulder, you saw that Gwang-Il was nowhere to be found. Confused and disoriented, you slowed your pace and scanned the area, searching for any sign of him. But the area was empty, and there was no trace of the menacing figure. Had you really outrun him, or was this just a twisted game? You couldn't be sure, but you knew you had to stay alert. Gwang-Il was a predator, and you were his prey.

As you frantically searched for an escape route, you noticed a shadowy figure lurking in the distance. It was one of Gwang-Il's henchmen, standing sentinel as if waiting for you to make a move. Your heart sank as the realization hit you - there was no way out. Gwang-Il had you completely surrounded, and you were trapped in his web of deceit.

You stood with your eyebrows furrowed and your breath caught in your throat, your mind racing as you tried to come up with a plan. Was this the end for you? You had been foolish to think that you could escape so easily, and now you were probably in an even worse situation than you were before.

Dazed, you turned back to see that Gwang-Il had returned, flashing a wide smile, and slowly but surely, he showed off a coin he had,

“Heads or tails?”

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sad-brunnettee · 2 years

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Game 4

Chishiya x reader

Word count: 2,035

Warning: mention of blood, death and guns

This was way too good to be good, there had to be a twist. So far you haven't played a game that involved some sort of killing. Even Chishiya had his doubts about this game and had no other choice but to pair up with you. At first he was reluctant, he wasn't sure he could live with himself if you died because of him. You were his only friend growing up and even though he didn't show it or express it. You hold a special place in his heart. Due to this mutual feeling, you are now standing beside him waiting for the game to commence.

Glancing around, you see other people standing next to their friends, relatives, and partners. Even though they're all smiling and seem to like the situation they're in. Their bodies say otherwise, the constant fidgeting and shaking, just shows how scared everyone is.

"Hey Chi?" You spoke in a quiet voice while playing with the ends of your shirt.

"Hm?" Was his only response not even bothering to look in your direction. He was observing the remaining players. Trying to figure out their true intentions.

"What kind of game do you think we'll play?" Clapping your hands together to ease your nerves you turned to face him. Forcing him to do the same as well.

"Not sure, maybe we'll play against them… you know, you still have time to switch partners." He no longer had a smug look on his face. "What if we have to compete with one another. I can't do that, no matter how tempting it may be." He finished with a smirk on his face before going back to observing the others.

"Really funny chi, but if you're right then we'll need a good strategy." As you finished your sentence, there was some relief flowing through you. No matter what happens you'll put chishiya before yourself. He was your first crush, of course you never told him. Afraid of what his reaction could be. Now that you have no choice other than to join these stupid games, you were regretting not confessing. Either one of you could die any moment now.

Before he could open his mouth the buzzer went off. Indicating the start of the game. Everyone else followed their partners inside, you were about to step in when a hand stopped you. Turning around you noticed it was Chishiya.

"We don't know what's behind yet, we should wait." Chishiya spoke as he moved to the side allowing others to walk in. Having no other choice, you stood next to him. There were a few who looked skeptical about your decision to go last. It didn't take long for jang deok-su, player 101, to notice you both. Nudging his partner with his elbow he moved his head towards you both. Laughing softly, Kang walked up to Chishiya with a lot of confidence. Regardless of the height difference, Chishiya's stance didn't change. He actually seemed to be amused by this.

"Hey buddy, I can take her off your hands if you want. I can think of many ways she can be useful to me." His gaze never left your eyes, by the time he finished his sentence he was standing right in front of you. Frozen in fear and disgust you hoped that Chishiya would do something, anything, to help you.

"An easy trade eh? Hmm…" His tone was serious. He was going to accept his deal. A scoff was the only thing that could come out of you. Looking at Chishiya he had once again that shit eating grin that made you feel some regret for even thinking of him as more than a friend. It seemed that you weren't the only one with this feeling. Player 278 had a confused and angry look on his face.

"Hey what the hell are you doing? You can't expect me to play with him! He's crazy!" His voice kept on getting louder and louder, hoping that it would knock some sense into him.

Just then a guard walked up, arms on his weapon ready to use it.

"No switching is allowed once the game has started. Now, I'm going to ask you four to walk in and wait for the rules." The masked guy finished his sentence giving player 278 a hard push with his gun. Both players stared down the guard but when he didn't budge they walked in. Leaving you and Chishiya behind. It was then when one of the "staff" walked up to you and Chishiya directed you both to your positions.

"This seems like a good place to play. You know, depending on the game we'll play." He spoke as he sat down. Not even bothering to look in your direction.

"What the fuck was that Chishiya? You were going to throw me under the bus!" You were beyond angry at this point, judging by the raise of his eyebwors he was surprised at your remark.

"I wasn't going to do it dumbass, I had to make him believe I was on his side. To know what his plan is. That's all."

With a shrug of his shoulders he began to look at the houses around. Trying to figure out if this was a clue. Before you could say anything, a woman's voice could be heard.

"Please take one pouch each. There are ten marbles in each pouch. Please check how many there are."

Walking closer to the masked man you took the left pouch and did as told. You made sure to count slowly, in case there was one missing. Looking up to give a nod to the man you turned to Chishiya. He didn't bother confirming the amount of marbles he had.

"Hm, a marbles game. This will be interesting." The only sound that could be heard were the marbles in his pouch as he tossed the bag from hand to hand.

"In this game, use your ten marbles to compete with the partner next to you…"

You could hear your heart pound in your ears, even Chishiya's hand movements stopped.

"The player who takes all ten marbles from their partner wins." You have played enough games to know what happens to the loser. As she repeated the rules, you felt as if somebody dropped a bucket of cold water on you. One of you was going to die, you'll never get to know if a relationship with him would work.

"Should've listened to me." He continued to stay seated, now getting the marbles out from the brown and small pouch. As arrogant as always. Turning to him, you took a seat to his right. This will be the last time either one of you will be next to the other. You couldn't lose your best friend. He had a lot of potential, and you're sure he would make it out alive. It's true that he didn't have any other friends or family that was close to him. Yet, he could become the greatest surgeon. You, on the other hand, have struggled to get a job for the longest time. The family that you thought to be close with hated you. After your parents passed away, they had nobody to take money from. That's when you came to a conclusion, if you had to choose who will survive it should be him.

"What game should we play? We only have 30 minutes to play this game." Your voice aside from being soft seemed to have startled him from his own thoughts. All he did was look at you and then at the marbles, but he couldn't bring himself to form a sentence. You've only seen Chishiya act this way when his father would talk him down. After realizing that he wouldn't respond you decided to choose the game.

"How about this, we get only one turn to throw the marble as far as we can. Just like when we were younger, we'd go down to the lake and throw pebbles. Try to see who could throw it the farthest." A smile came to your lips as you remembered. Every time that either one of you was upset you would go down to the lake and throw pebbles. It slowly became a competition, the only thing you won against him.

"If I didn't know any better, I'd think you just want to play that to win." His lips formed into a smirk but his eyes showed affection.

"Nope, that is not the case. If you're too scared to lose then I guess we can choose another method." You responded with a small laugh. In reality, you were hoping to end this with all the good memories you two shared over the years.

"I think…that's a good idea. It will be nice to take a stroll down memory lane. Who knew you could be so smart." He stood up and took a single marble out, twisting it in his finger admiring the value it now possessed. You also stood up and chose one from the pouch. The man who was in charge of you both kept his distance but his presence was still known.

"I think it would be best if we flick the marble with our thumb. As far as we can. That way if I win, it won't be by cheating. The winner takes the other person's marbles." You tried to sound confident but your voice wavered.

"How should we decide who goes first? We have ten minutes." His eyes flickered from the marbles to the numbers that seemed to go down at a fast pace.

"We always said the loser from the last round goes first. Out of pity." Your hands began to sweat and tried to think of this as something normal. You decided to draw a line on the dirt indicating where your feet will be placed. "Let's pretend this is what divides the sand and the water. We are not allowed to go past it."

Chishiya stood behind the line with the marble he chose on his right hand. He had his pouch of marbles on his other hand. Others may not notice, but you see that his hand was gripping onto the bag for dear life. There was also a slight frown placed on his face that he tried to hide behind his hair. The same hair that you always dreamed of combing as you both slept next to each other. As he took a deep breath, he closed his eyes and opened them after exhaling. Flicking the marble, it seemed as if time had slowed down. You saw as it leaped from his hand and landed farther than it would've at the lake. Without saying anything he moved to the side and looked at your hand. It was then that it dawned on you. You were about to sacrifice yourself for chishiya. You felt tears form in your eyes and tried your best to cover your face with your hair. Lifting up your arm your lip began to quiver, with a flick of your thumb the marble landed in front of the line. You walked up to Chishiya and handed him your pouch and quickly stepped in front of the man with the gun who at that moment loaded it and was ready to shoot. Chishiya finally realized what happened. He was angry, there was no way you were about to sacrifice yourself for him. His eyes also started to tear up and looked at you in a pathetic way as to make you change your mind.

"I'm sorry Chi, win this for us." Closing your eyes you turned to face the man who was now in charge of your death. He didn't bother waiting, he lifted the gun and placed it on your forehead. Before you could let out one last breath he pulled the trigger.

Behind you, Chishiya stayed frozen in place. Even as your blood splatter on him, not only did he regret letting you outsmart him. He also regretted never confessing his feelings to you. As the timer went off he continued to stare at your dead body until he saw them drag you away.

A/n: This was longer than I expected and it wasn't until the end that I noticed I never mentioned "y/n". Let me know what you guys thought of it.

#crossover #sad-brunnettee #aib chishiya #alice in borderland #chishiya x reader #squid game

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heartmeadows · 5 months

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I'm itching to play Sims 2 again aggfhhd! Last time I had it installed I had to give it up because of the dreaded pink soup. Idk how to fix it tbh. But once I have time I will try yet again. Here's hoping it goes well.

Anyway, a lil update on my life.

I'm not moving to the countryside with my mum after all. The biggest reasons being that I need to be able to go to therapy every week, and that my mum can't provide me with the support that I need and I also can't truly trust that I would be safe living with her because of her abusive boyfriend. Instead I'm moving back in with my dad and brothers, mostly because this is where I grew up and I feel safe and happy in our home. I get the support I need to be able to go through everything PTSD and the rest of my illnesses cause. Once I'm more stable I'll try to find my own apartment somewhere near or move in with my mum if things get better. We'll see. Right now I'm quite bitter having a mum that is unable to support me and keep me safe. She failed in both areas in a way that would make most people go no contact. Trauma sucks.

This was such a hard decision to make because it is my dream that I gave up on for now. It does hurt that I can't rely on my mum. I'm not victim blaming but her choosing an abuser over and over again is a conscious choice by now. I tried my best in keeping her safe and supporting her while trying to help her leave. She took him back again anyway. Even after he abused me as well. I know how manipulation and abuse of all kinds affects you and how difficult it is leaving. But I think a mother that doesn't protect her daughter when literally witnessing a partner abusing said daughter... Well, a mother like that is kind of fucked up. I honestly don't know how to even process this. I know this is kind of trauma dumping but I really needed to get this off my chest.

I'm focusing on myself now. I can't be my mum's therapist or savior anymore. I'm struggling with enough myself. PTSD certainly doesn't get easier to deal with when the amount of trauma one goes through since childhood is a number high enough I stopped counting a long time ago. It's embarrassing to be someone who's lived with abuse all her life. It's not right. It's terrifying when you really think about it. One traumatic event is already enough to deal with and does so much damage. Me? I feel like there's something wrong with me for experiencing plenty of traumatic events. I've survived but at what cost? If only I'd gotten the help I needed earlier. Ten years ago, or even earlier. Maybe it's stupid to mourn the loss of a whole different life, a different self. What could've been. What could've beens haunt me still. Nevertheless, I will find a way to make the most of this life and cultivate happiness, and keep growing so that I can be the person I need to be. It's silly, anyway, to regret something you had no control over. I need to learn how to live in the present and remember that while this life has been hard a lot of good has happened as well. There's so much beauty and joy still left all around. Hope lives no matter who believes in it.

#mine #nonsims #personal #domestic abuse mention #no details just a mention

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idrinkteedarling · 1 year

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The light behind your eyes

Song: The Light Behind Your Eyes - My chemical romance

Warnings: Might be sad

A/N: Sorry, this writing is very bad but I really wanted to share. Please listing the song while reading. Will make it better, I promise xD

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She was as nervous as if it was her first performance in front of a big crowd.

To be fair, it's been quite a while since her last appearance on a stage.

She remembered the day as crystal clear as it has just happened yesterday and not a year ago. Just this single thought made her heart (ache) in the most painful way.

So long to all my friends

Every one of them met tragic ends

With every passing day

I'd be lying if I didn't say

That I miss them all tonight

And if they only knew what, I would say

"Y/N" Someone called and kept her from sinking deeper in those unpleasant memories.

Anya, her assistant, approached. A bright smile lit up her face, which disappeared within seconds. Of course, she noticed the look inside Y/N eyes. That look that appeared by the thought of him only.

If I could be with you tonight

I would sing you to sleep

Never let them take the light behind your eyes

One day, I'll lose this fight

As we fade in the dark

Just remember you will always burn as bright

Anya placed her hand on her shoulder and squeezed it gently. "Y/N, remember: You've got this! Now, make them regret every single harsh word they ever said about you!" With that said, she pushed her carefully towards the stage. "Make them speechless!"

Be strong and hold my hand

Time, it comes for us, you'll understand

We'll say goodbye today

And I'm sorry how it ends this way

If you promise not to cry

Then I'll tell you just what I would say

And that's what she did. It was terrifying yet exciting to be back. Good thing the light was so bright, she couldn't see who exactly was her audience.

Since this event was an award ceremony, some very famous people, probably. She didn't care.

If I could be with you tonight

I would sing you to sleep

Never let them take the light behind your eyes

Adrenaline rushed through her veins, making her regret the decision to perform her newest and most personal song here tonight. But it was too late anyway. She took a deep breath.

Little did she know, some very familiar brown eyes were watching her in shock. Those brown eyes she got lost in 1000 times before.

I'll fail and lose this fight

Never fade in the dark

Just remember you will always burn as bright

Music began to play. Firmly, her hand gripped the guitars' neck as she strummed the first accords. Her clear but yet so broken voice filled the air, already making some eyes wet.

The light behind your eyes

The light behind your

Toms gaze was fixed on her. It hit him to see her, even after all this time. She was the one that left him behind without a single word. This was the best moment to be mad at her behavior, but still… he couldn't. Longing filled his heart. All he wanted was her at this moment.

He wanted to understand.

Sometimes we must grow stronger

And you can't be stronger when I'm gone

At the same time, he did already. Sort of. This song wasn't about something in the life, he was no longer a part of. It was about him, about her, about them. About what they were, what they could have been but never would be again.

When I'm here, no longer

You must be stronger and

Still. She was the one who cut him out of her life. Who left a wound in his heart that never seemed to heal completely, but why hadn't he seen? Why didn't she ask for his help instead of pushing him away?

If I could be with you tonight

I would sing you to sleep

Never let them take the light behind your eyes

I failed and lost this fight

Never fade in the dark

Just remember you will always burn as bright

Finishing the last word of the song, she opened her eyes. They met his. A single tear ran down her cheek. She couldn't look away. Neither could he, seeking for that warm light that once sparkled in them. It was gone.

The light behind your eyes

#tom holland #tom holland fanfic #tom holland oneshot #tom holland x reader #marvel #fanfiction #peterparker #tom holland fandom #tom holland fanfiction

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kraekat29 · 2 years

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Epilogue

I came downstairs, JJ had convinced me to go to prom after all, I was in a knee length white off the shoulder dress that had a few ruffles. The clunk of my walking boot was embarrassing but JJ's wide eyed gaze made it all worth it, I didn't miss John B's scowl as JJ came over and put on my corsage.

I nodded once at JJ and he went outside to wait for me, " you look beautiful Ruby.." John B said and I hugged him, " thank you.." I said and he stepped back a bit, " Well uh I have to go get Sage and you probably don't wanna be late " he said and I nodded before giving him one last hug and walking out.

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We arrived at Prom and I desperately tried to stay in the car but JJ helped me out, " I'm gonna go park okay?" He said and kissed the top of my head.

I sat on one of the benches and messed with the hem of my dress but looked up, hearing a rustle in the woods.

My panic went away and I smiled as Rafe came out, " Rafe? What are you doing here? Did you come with a date or are you crashing?" I asked and he chuckled, sitting next to me, " not exactly, my dad paid me to come talk to you, twenty bucks " he said and I raised my eyebrow, " lets hear it then" I said.

He sighed and turned towards me, " he wants you to break up with your boyfriend and said quote ' we'll be watching you' " he said and I scoffed, " tell him thanks for the advice, and to pay up" I said and went to stand up and we went to help me.

JJ came over and Rafe backed away, "I'll see you around Ruby" he said and walked off, JJ put his arm around me as we began to walk, " I leave you alone for five seconds and the wolves descend " he said with a laugh.

He led me over to the arch and I immediately regretted my decision, " smile" he muttered in my ear as our picture was taken.

I felt overwhelmed walking into the prom but relaxed as JJ lifted me and helped me in, I spotted John B with Sage and Sarah was working the music.

I leaned further into to JJ and he looked down at me, " do you wanna get out of here?" He asked and I nodded.

He led me out to a small gazebo as flightless bird, american mouth by Iron and Wine began to play.

I knew he wanted me to dance and I was prepared to embarrass him, but he lifted me so my feet rested on his and began to slow dance with me, " see? You're dancing" he said and I slightly laughed, " JJ why didn't you let the venom spread? I could be like you by now" I asked after a while.

He sighed, " I wasn't going to end your life " he said," I'm already dying, every day I get closer, older " I said and he scoffed, " that's how it's supposed to be " he said, " Kiara said she saw me like you " I said and he stiffened, " her visions change" he muttered, " yeah based on what people decide, I've decided " I said.

JJ stopped dancing with me, " so that's what you dream about? Becoming a monster?" He asked and I shook my head, " I mainly dream about being with you forever "I said," and you're ready right now?" He asked and I nodded, " yes" I said.

He tilted me down and I closed my eyes, ready for him to bite but all I felt was a kiss on my neck and then his laughter as he pulled me back up, " is it not enough just to have a long and happy life with me?" He asked and I sighed, " for now" I said and he shook his head with a laugh.

He cupped my cheek and kissed me slowly and passionately, I didn't hesitate to return the emotion as began to dance once more.

No one would surrender tonight, that much was clear.

#jj maybank #ruby routledge #john b routledge #kiara carrera #pope heyward #jj maybank smut #obx fic #outer banks

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thef1nalb0ss · 8 months

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Faction Rankings: Week of September 4, 2023- September 10, 2023

He's not in a faction so I can't mention it in the rankings, but shoutout to Miz for the Invisible John Cena segment last week.

10. The O.C.

Typically, a win, especially one against one half of the longest reigning Tag Team Championships like AJ got last week against Jimmy, would be great. However, it came on the heels of AJ telling The Good Brothers and Mia that he didn't want him anywhere near his match after he slapped Karl's phone out of his hands. That stemmed from them not helping him when he got attacked by Jimmy backstage, but to be completely fair, that was something AJ started by threatening Paul. It remains to be seen if this was a breakup or just a temporary argument that will be resolved soon.

9. LWO

No appearance this week. Gives them time to celebrate Rey's successful title defense at Payback at least.

8. The Bloodline

Again, I'm not really sure how to write about The Bloodline anymore. Jimmy wants back in it seems. Not sure why since he was calling Roman corrupt a month ago. These are all points I made in the last ranking. He lost to AJ though, so maybe he won't be getting back in. No sign of Roman or mention of when we'll see him again.

Really the only reason The Bloodline is consistently in the top 10 is I take into account championships held in the faction, so it's rare that a faction with a champion isn't ranked. Roman's record breaking reign is kinda the only reason keeping them afloat, but even that seems like a loss when said champion is never around.

7. Meta-Four

Unsurprisingly, Oro lost to Ilja. That's not a slight to Oro, just indicative of how good Ilja is (to the point where I'm really having trouble figuring out why he hasn't been called up yet if he isn't winning the title pretty soon). Noam's next defense is approaching, with Joe Coffey currently in the lead in the Global Hertiage Invitational.

6. Damage CTRL

Iyo's next defense is set. After her and Bayley lost to Shotzi and Charlotte after Asuka took the title from Dakota at ringside, causing a distraction, her and Iyo had a staredown. Later, Iyo said she wanted Asuka in a match for the title, and that's been scheduled for next week. I can't imagine Charlotte is gonna be too happy about that...

5. The Street Profits and Bobby Lashley

After The Judgement Day won against The Brawling Brutes, The Street Profits and Bobby confronted them. Bobby said that Judgement Day thinks they're going to be the next Bloodline, but in reality, it's going to be him and The Street Profits taking over.

4. The Viking Raiders

They got the win against Drew and Matt after Kofi hit Drew on accident.

3. Gallus

Again, I usually don't count Main Event/Lvl Up, but I count the matches that are part of tournaments on the shows I do count. Joe won against Tozawa as part of the Global Hertiage Invitational, putting him at 2-0 in the tournament. At 4 points, he's currently in the lead, with Butch just behind him at 3 points.

2. The Judgement Day

JD may finally be getting in the good graces of The Judgement Day. After giving Damian a custom purple Money in the Bank briefcase, he won against Sami, with some help from Dominik. Damian and Finn also won against The Brawling Brutes on Smackdown. Dominik refereed a match between Dragon and Ali to determine the next challenger for the North American Championship, which was won by Ali after a fast count by Dominik. It seems that Dominik decided who he wanted to face next. We'll see if he ends up regretting that decision.

Rhea, on the other hand, will defend against Raquel this week, with Dominik barred from ringside. In addition to that, she seems a bit...off. She was quiet and seemingly distracted in a backstage segment where she told Dominik to make sure JD won against Sami. Perhaps it has something to do with her upcoming defense?

1. Imperium

Gunther successfully defended against Chad in the main event of Raw last week. With that successful defense, he is now the longest reigning Intercontinental Champion ever.

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gumilac · 2 years

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stubborn as you are, the man in front of you knows that he never made a mistake in choosing you because why should he? why should he regret his decision of loving you when he knows he can handle all your flaws and you've always looked past his as well?

"why are you so mad at me?"

"i'm not mad, love," yūta says calmly, albeit there is a tiny bit of irritation laced in his voice. "you just hurt me with your words, that's why we're arguing."

"i was busy!!" you shout, "i have a lot of stuff on my plate right now, you can't expect me to always give you attention, yūta–"

"i know that but, maybe make a little time for me? i–," he runs a frustrated hand through his hair, the other hand on his waist. "i- haahh, i haven't spoken to you in a while aside from the occasional hellos and good mornings... and while that is fine, i do miss you."

closing your eyes, "i already told you," you take a deep breath. "i can't at the moment with all the load i have, just bare wit–"

"how long is that going to take!?" he cuts you off, voice a little raised. you look up and he holds an expression of pain and frustration, making your heart clench a little. you never liked seeing him this way.

"i've been waiting for so long already," he says your name, desperation seeping in his voice, so different from his usual calm tone. "you can't expect me to not have these feelings."

he presses his lips together as he looks at you, a tear rolls down his eyes and he starts to shake, clenching his fists. "especially," voice shaking, "especially when i don't know what day would be my last."

he hated this. he hated using his profession, and status against you. he disliked pulling this card so he tries not to do it very often but... he's desperate. desperate to keep you because right now he feels you slipping away.

"it hurts me everytime you push me away," he says, taking a small step toward you.

you wrap yourself with your arms, bottom lip trembling, "and you think it doesn't hurt me?"

"it feels like you're not there, even though you are."

you throat closes up, looking away from yūta as tears fall from your eyes again.

"it's not my choice to have this much work..."

he's not giving up on us... on you.

yūta swallows his pride and sighs, walking over to you slowly. stopping when your toes touch before he wraps his arms around you and kisses your head.

"hug me," he says, voice soft as he says your name. "hug me..."

silence.

yūta closes his eyes and whispers, voice starting to crack again, "please..."

he sounds so helpless and it breaks your resolve, making you cave in and give him what he wants... what you both want. he tightens his hold the minute you wrap your arms around his torso, and you clutch the fabric of his shirt.

"i love you," he starts, "i love you so much." closing your eyes, you let him speak.

"we're both too riled up at the moment to see our own flaws," he says, "let's give each other about an hour or more to collect our own thoughts."

he kisses your forehead, resting his cheek on your head after, "consider each ones' side, okay?" you give him a squeeze to let him know you're listening, acknowledging what he said. he sighs and rubs your back soothingly, "and we'll talk again."

"okay," you reply, voice soft.

"i'll stay here outside," he pulls away and rubs your shoulders. "go take the room."

nodding your head, you walk up to your shared bedroom. he watches your back with a soft expression, waiting for you to close the door before he sits on the bar stool of the kitchen.

you're quick to see your faults after sitting for about an hour with yourself in the bedroom— yūta would always give you two time-out whenever you argue and you don't see eye-to-eye. it's something you really loved about him and your relationship— taking a deep breath you stand up from the bed. opening the door slowly, you see yūta sitting on the barstool, a hand rubbing his temples. he hears the creak of the bedroom door because he immediately looks at you, face softening when he sees you walking toward him.

"hey darling," he says with a sad smile, and opens his arms. "you good?"

you slot yourself in between his legs, nodding your head and he loosely wraps his arms around your waist. fidgeting your fingers, you look down, unsure of how to start this but yūta always knew what to do.

"do you want me to go first or...?" he asks, leaning down to meet your eyes. you nod your head and look up again, him following suit, never letting his eyes leave you.

"i'll go," you say quietly and he hums, kissing your forehead, mumbling an okay.

"i'm sorry for snapping at you," you start, "i have no excuse as to why i said those things and i didn't mean to hurt you, so i'm very sorry."

he nods and you continue, "i know me being busy isn't a valid excuse to snap at you, so i'm sorry, love."

you finish, turning quiet and yūta waits if you'll be adding more, but when he sees you aren't going to say anything else, he uses this moment to absorb everything you've said. he then takes a deep breath and starts slowly.

"well, thank you for your apology," he says, voice soft and gentle. "and i forgive you, sweetheart."

you slowly look up, only to find him already looking at you and he gives you a small smile. "and, i'm sorry too," he sighs and closes his eyes, shaking his head. "i'm sorry i used my job against you."

"believe me, i don't like doing that, flower," yūta opens his eyes and he frowns a little. "you know that, and i'm really sorry for it."

you nod and place your hand on his thighs, rubbing soothing circles. your unspoken way of saying that it's okay.

"i'm also sorry for cutting you off, and," yūta pauses and looks down, "for not understanding and only thought about myself and my feelings."

you cup his cheek and he leans in at your touch, eyes closing and relishing your warmth. you both stay this way for a while, basking in each other's presence before you speak up again to finally end this misunderstanding.

"i forgive you as well, okay?" you start and he pulls you a little closer to him, "your reason is valid because it's true."

no matter how sad it may sound, yūta had a point in wanting to spend time together to avoid regrets because you lived in an unfair and cruel world— heck, if he didn't give time-outs and just walked out, not clearing this up, your last words to each other could be very poison that would kill you inside.

you kiss his nose and lean your forehead on his, "i am really sorry for hurting you... it was never my intention."

"it's okay, i just didn't like it when you pushed me away," he mumbles and you frown.

"i know, yūta. so i'm really sorry," you say, "i'll try my best to fix my schedule, alright? i won't push you away anymore."

"and, i won't use my job against you anymore."

you smile and run a hand through his hair, pushing it back. wrapping your arms around him, he tightens his hold on your waist and nuzzles his face at the crook of your neck, inhaling your scent.

"are we good now?" he mumbles after a while, voice small and muffled as you feel his hot breathes against your skin, and you laugh softly.

"yes, my love. we are."

"we are?"

"we are."

he smiles and kisses your neck softly, making you smile. yūta always gave you what you deserved, maybe even more. and, you can't help but wonder why he still stays with you, even when you're a lot to handle. unable to stop yourself, you ask him the question that would linger on your mind sometimes whenever you two fought.

"how am i still with you?"

"because you love me," his voice calm like the breeze that blows over fields of barley or tulips. "and i put up with you. like i always do."

always.

his words make you smile, "i do love you," is all you managed to say, "so much." hugging him tighter, you kiss his temple and closed your eyes, letting the comforting silence embrace you both.

so even when things get too much between you, he'll be patient because... he loves you and he's sure of it for as long as he breathes.

#yuta :(#i want cRIES #okkotsu x reader #okkotsu x you #okkotsu yuta x you #yuta x you #yuta x reader #yuta okkotsu #okkotsu yuuta #jujutsu kaisen #jjk #jjk x reader

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fanficimagery · 3 years

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Misery Business pt. I

Imagine moving in with the Molina's after an incident back home. Instead of being angry, you realize this is your second chance to be truly happy and you really hope it goes better than your first attempt.

Words: 6.1K Author's Note: I'm a sucker for three idiot ghost boys which is why I'm back, only in this imagine everyone is alive. Yes that includes Rose Molina as well :) Soulmate!AU too so have fun with that. FYI, Y/N will be "musically talented" but since I can't write music to save my life then "Y/N's music" will come from a little band that goes by the name of Paramore and by James Arthur.

Julie and three of her best guy friends are in the family studio outside, writing and jamming and just having the time of their life. Alex, Reggie, and Luke are about two years older than Julie, but the boys overlooked the teeny tiny age gap because her killer voice was exactly what their band was missing. The entire high school knew exactly who the boys of Sunset Curve were so they were all surprised when they took sophomore Julie Molina under their wing and rebranded their band.

Julie's family was very supportive of her music, especially her mother Rose, and she let Julie and the boys use her studio whenever they wanted so long as they all kept up their grades. They're usually left alone when Julie and Luke are in writing mode, so it's a bit of a surprise to see Ray and Rose entering the studio.

Alex is the first to notice them, nudging Reggie and gesturing to Mr. and Mrs. Molina, and then Reggie tosses a pillow at Luke's head to get his attention. Luke's rather rude remark is on the tip of his tongue, but his eyes widen upon seeing Julie's parents.

"Jules. Julie!" He hisses. "Your mom and dad are here."

"Hmm. What?" Julie finally looks away from her journal, her eyes widening before a beaming smile breaks out. "Mami! Papi. What brings you two here?"

"Hey mija," Ray says. "Can we talk real quick?"

"Of course!"

She glances at the boys and they're quick to start packing up, but Ray gestures for them to stay put. "It's okay, boys. You can stay for this."

Rose smiles. "After all, you are family too."

Every time Rose or Ray mention that the boys are family, they can't help but smile goofily. None of the boys have the type of relationship with their parents that Julie has with hers, so they're all grateful the Molina's accept them as if they were a Molina as well. Julie smiles as the boys, who are all practically older brothers to her, gather around her and Luke to hear what's going on.

On his way further into the studio, Ray grabs a chair for Rose and she takes a seat while Ray stands behind her, gripping the back of her chair. "Okay," he exhales a little roughly, "so you know the drama your cousin went through a few months ago?"

Julie frowns. "Yeah."

"Well it seems Y/N isn't doing so well," Rose says. "Your tía thinks a change of location is what's best for her."

"Y/N wants to move here?"

"Well not exactly," Ray says. "Y/N doesn't know. If we agree to take her in, then Y/N will be told of her relocation."

Julie nods, looking thoughtful. "Okay."

"Okay?" Ray muses. "What does okay mean?"

"Well I'm assuming you're only telling me because you never make a big decision without seeing what me and Carlos think," Julie says and then smiles brightly. "I love Y/N. Carlos loves Y/N, so I know he already voted yes."

Rose chuckles. "He did. I believe his words were I will throw down for Y/N any day of the week. Bring her home."

Julie snorts. "Of course he did." Then after glancing between her mom and dad, she nods with a gentler smile. "Whatever she needs. I'll even decorate the guest bedroom for her."

"That's nice, mija." Ray then looks over the boys, eyes settling on Reggie. "No flirting."

"I- what?"

"No flirting!"

Luke and Alex snort as Reggie gasps in mock outrage, but everyone knows Reggie is the one to flirt first and ask questions later. Ray and Rose laugh as they ready to leave the studio, Rose walking over to kiss her daughter on the temple before disappearing after her husband.

As soon as the teenagers are left alone, the boys whirl on Julie.

"So who's Y/N?" Alex asks, smiling innocently.

"And what was the drama a few months ago?" Luke wonders.

Julie glances between all three boys before sighing. "I'm only telling you this because it's highly likely she'll be coming soon." She has their full attention. "Y/N is my older cousin. Last year she met her soulmate."

"Aww," Alex coos.

"Or so we thought."

His smile immediately falls. "Oh."

Julie cringes. "Yeah. Apparently some new transfer student at her school liked my cousin so much that he decided he wanted to be her one and only. Really creepy dude," she says. "So somehow he figured out what her words were and made sure those were the first words he spoke to her." Their eyes widen. "When she spoke to him in return, he memorized the words and had them tattooed on. Then he refused to let her see the words, under the guise that they were in a private spot she couldn't see until they got to know each other better, until they healed."

"What the hell," Luke breathes. "That such a-"

"Dick move," Reggie mutters.

Alex nods in agreement. "Yeah. What they said."

Julie smiles sadly at her friends. "She was with him for a year before he met his real soulmate and then he tried to juggle them both. Y/N was really torn up about it."

"Who wouldn't be?" Alex says. "That is so messed up."

"It is. But if there's one thing I know about my cousin it's that she doesn't want people to tiptoe around her." Julie grins then. "So be yourselves like you are with me, just don't flirt with her."

Alex stares down his two guy best friends until they huff and nod in agreement. "I think they can handle that."

Stepping out of the Uber in front of your tío's house, you're grateful you stopped being annoyed with your mom for making you move long enough to accept the money she transferred into your bank account. The ride from the airport to the Molina household wasn't exactly a cheap one and you regretted not letting your family pick you up when you saw what you owed.

But now you're here, one duffel bag hanging from your shoulder and a medium-sized suitcase sitting by your feet. You only have a moment to take it all in before the front door is opening, and your tío and tía are exiting the house to greet you.

"You're here!" Rose smiles and is quick to pull you into a hug. "How was your flight?"

"Decent. Just a little turbulence. I might have barfed. Twice."

Rose and Ray laugh, and then Ray's tugging you into a hug of his own. "We're so glad to have you, mija. Julie and her friends have just about finished with your room. They're really excited to have you here."

"And I'm excited to be here." Pulling out of the hug, you're met with two identical expressions that practically say Are you really?. "Well now I am." All three of you chuckle. "I was a little upset at the short notice, but I'm totally over it. I am a little tired though, so yeah."

"Oh. Of course. Just head on up, mija. You know where the guest bedroom is," Rose says. "Ray and I need to go get some groceries for tonight. Does arroz con pollo sound good?"

You groan quietly. "It sounds fantastic. My mom could never quite make it like you do."

Ray laughs. "Well my sister is not the cook she claims to be. Now go on. Rest up and we'll see you for dinner."

As Ray and Rose take their leave, you grab your suitcase and drag it inside behind you. You can hear laughter coming from upstairs so that's where you head towards, and you're not surprised to see Julie, Flynn, and who appears to be Julie's bandmate Alex tacking up some fairy lights and draping them across your headboard. The bedroom, which was usually bare except for the bed and dresser, has many of your personal things scattered about that had been shipped a little over a week ago now. However the sheer black curtains, the maroon comforter bed set, and the lights they're hanging up are all new.

"A-hem." You clear your throat, smiling when all three teens freeze and turn towards you. "Are you guys seriously having fun without me?" The blonde boy grins as the two girls squeal, you dropping your duffel bag next to your suitcase just as Julie and Flynn launch themselves at you. Your arms are spread wide as they wrap themselves around you and you bring your own arms down around their shoulders to squeeze them in return. "Did you girls miss me?"

"Uh duh!" Flynn is the first to retort.

Julie pulls back just enough to look you in the face. "We're going to have so much fun."

"So much." You can't help but chuckle, your attention then sliding to the quiet blonde. "Alex, right?"

He smiles. "Yeah. Hi. It's nice to meet you."

"You too, man. I keep up with the band on Youtube and can I just say that you absolutely kill it on the drums? I mean holy shit. You're awesome!"

Alex blushes as Julie points at him. "See! Own your awesomeness. My cousin thinks you're cool, therefore you are cool."

Both girls finally release you, Flynn stumbling back to sit on the edge of what is now your bed. Julie stays right where she's at, arm wrapped around your waist as you both stare at her bandmate. You nod and smile at him. "You really are. We definitely need to jam some time."

Alex seems to perk up then. "Y-You're into music too?"

Flynn snorts. "The Molina's are all freakishly talented. I'm almost jealous."

You roll your eyes fondly at Flynn. "Shush. You're talented in other areas." Then looking at Alex, you grin. "I sing and write. Not as amazing as Julie, of course, but I can hold my own. I like to perform-"

"Just not in front of an audience," Julie muses.

"-and just let go. The rush of it all feels good." You turn to pout at your cousin. "And yeah, not in front of an audience of strangers." You stare at Alex once more. "Friends and family is fine, just not like a legit stage. I'll projectile vomit like that one girl in Pitch Perfect." All three teens snort, that movie having been popular with all of them.

Alex then grins. "We'll definitely have to jam then once you're settled in."

A brief moment of silence descends upon the room, but Flynn is not having it. She claps her hands once, garnering everyone's attention. "So before we get comfortable, lets address the elephant in the room." You groan as she smiles broadly. "How are you holding up?"

"I'm fine, guys."

"Really? Your sudden move states otherwise."

"Flynn!" Julie scolds. Alex seems to freeze, his gaze darting between you and Flynn.

Flynn grimaces as she seems to think she's crossed a line, but you merely roll your eyes. "What exactly did my mom tell your dad?" You turn to ask Julie.

"Um," she gulps and fidgets in place. "I was just told that you weren't doing so good after everything that happened."

You snort. "Seriously?" Julie nods and you chuckle, shaking your head. "Guys, I'm fine. Honestly! I got over the heartbreak like a week after it happened and then I was just pissed off. But my friends helped me realize some things and I'm good now."

"But then why did your mom say you weren't?" Julie wonders.

"I love my mom, but she's a moron," you say. You drag Julie over to your bed, kicking off your shoes along the way and crawl to sit against the headboard. Julie does the same and you gesture for Alex to join Flynn at the foot of your bed. He does, smiling to be included. Once everyone's settled, you say, "So Jerry, who was the guy pretending to be my soulmate," you explain for Flynn and Alex, "has been trying to get in contact with me ever since I blocked him on everything I could. A couple weeks ago while I was out partying with some friends, Jerry and his soulmate were at the same party I was at. I didn't notice them, but they noticed me and they somehow managed to come up with the idea that I was stalking them."

"What a bitch," Flynn immediately blurts. Alex nods along with her.

"Anyway, Jerry's soulmate confronted me and I was completely blindsided by how angry she was with me. I mean, Jerry's the one who tricked me! Not the other way around." You shake your head in annoyance. "She made some hella stupid accusations and she threw a punch."

Julie gasps. "She didn't!?"

"She did. Now I'm not stupid, so I let her hit me a couple of times before I took my first swing. Fortunately for me, she clawed me," you pull your shirt down to show them three marks just above your cleavage, "and she was arrested when the cops got there. After giving my statement and getting statements from the witnesses, they determined I acted in self defense and let me go home. Mom took the little altercation as me spiraling and acting out, so she shipped me off."

"Jesus," Julie sighs. "That's messed up."

"It really is. But oh well. What happened, happened, and now I get to live with my favorite people."

All four of you laugh before Alex gestures towards your chest, sobering up some. "I have some cream that you can use so it'll fade the scars. My soulmate likes to skateboard and he gets pretty banged up every now and then so I keep a stash of that stuff for him."

You smile fondly at him. "Yes, please. The first time my real soulmate sees the girls," you shimmy your chest just the slightest, "I don't want him to see my battle wounds."

Julie swats you with the back of your hand and you laugh at her exasperated expression as the other two break down into giggles.

Lounging around in your room, you ask Julie about her other two bandmates but Alex tells you they had family obligations they couldn't get out of. Carlos gets dropped off by his friend's mom and he joyously jumps onto the middle of the bed when he realizes you're finally there. So that's how Ray and Rose find the five of you, laughing and joking in your new room before dinner is ready and making plans to hang out the following day when everyone could meet up.

After explaining to your tío and tía the real reasoning your mother had you sent away, it was like a weight was lifted off their shoulders and they were more at ease in your presence. You laughed at their sheepishness, at how they thought they had a rightfully heartbroken teenager on their hands with no clue how to ease said heartache. But when all was said and done, everyone seemed to be themselves around you.

Alex had shown up that afternoon, soulmate in tow, and immediately you asked to play with Willie's hair. Both boys had laughed, Willie agreed and readily sat on the floor between your knees as Julie and Alex Facetimed Flynn about any upcoming open mic nights they could book. Willie had a box of random hair supplies in his lap and you saw how he kept running his fingers over a feather and some small silver hoops. Without even asking him, you grabbed a couple of silver hoops, a feather, and set them aside. You had him tilt his head and he did so without questions, closing his eyes as you started to part and section the hair on the right side of his head. Alex smiled every time he looked over at the two of you and you happily gave Willie three thin braids about five inches long before letting the rest of his hair hang loose. The two outer braids had the silver hoops clipped in and the braid in the middle held the feather you had braided in with a thin leather cord. When you were finished and then combed out Willie's hair one last time, you told him you were done and had to bite back a laugh at the way Alex gulped. Willie eagerly went to check himself out in the mirror, beaming at his reflection before turning around and pulling you into a hug.

While your tío Ray and tía Rose worked, and Carlos spent time at his friend's house, you and Julie ordered in some pizza for yourselves, Alex, and Willie. They had no plans at all for the day so the four of you went out to Rose's studio garage when Flynn finally showed up.

Flynn has the bright idea to do karaoke, pulling out the equipment and setting up a laptop Julie had in the studio for this occasion.

Flynn killed it on Nicki Minaj's Starships, you and Julie sang Mamma Mia and were joined by a very enthusiastic Alex. Willie absolutely refused to sing, but that was okay because he knew the choreography for Backstreet Boys Everybody and you eagerly pulled him up to dance with yourself and Julie. Tío Ray and Tía Rose showed up with Carlos in tow, and you and Julie laughed joyously as her parents sang through Journey's Don't Stop Believin'.

Everyone was laughing and having a good time, but as the sun was going down the parental figures went inside to talk through dinner ideas and clean up a little.

You ask Julie if she has any originals you have yet to hear, but as she goes to go grab a journal Alex speaks up. "What about you? You said you wrote, right? I need to hear an original."

"I, uh, sure." You shrug. You turn towards Julie, eyeing the laptop. "Are my instrumentals still on there?"

She grins. "Yeah. Can I choose?"

"Go for it." You get up to go see which song of yours she's going to choose, smiling softly when you see her choice. Alex is practically bouncing in his seat, Willie is shaking his head at him in fond amusement, and Flynn looks torn between recording with her phone. When you nod at her, she beams and gets ready to hit record on her phone.

"So before Julie hits play, I just want you guys to know I wrote this song while I was Jerry. He absolutely loathed it when he first heard it because he thought I was singing about someone else." You huff a laugh. "The song was honestly about a couple on a TV show I got fixated on, but he didn't believe me. So anyway, I might be a little rusty, but Julie loves it so here goes nothing.

Julie hits play. The violin starts and you smirk when you see Alex's eyebrows raise. Then the drums, guitar, and bass kick in and his eyes widen just as his jaw drops when your attitude completely changes.

"I'm in the business of misery, let's take it from the top. She's got a body like an hourglass, it's ticking like a clock. It's a matter of time before we all run out. When I thought he was mine, she caught him by the mouth."

You keep singing, singing to Julie, but then it goes silent before the chorus kicks in and you find yourself back to back with your cousin as she joins you. "Woah, it was never my intention to brag. To steal it all away from you now. But God, does it feel so good 'cause I got him where I want him now. And if you could, then you know you would 'cause God, it just feels so.. It just feels so good."

Willie whoops and you laugh your way through the next few lines, rocking your shoulders and even throwing in a couple of head bangs for good measure.

But then the music quiets just so and you face the boys. "I watched his wildest dreams come true and not one of them involving you. Just watch my wildest dreams come true. Not one of them involving.." You head bang now, twisting your head back and forth so your hair wildly flips back and forth. Julie plays the air guitar and you're laughing, having made yourself dizzy in the process. But then as one particular part comes up, you sidle up to Julie's side, your face just inches from the side of her own face as she stares forward. "Woah I never meant to brag, but I got him where I want him now."

Your chest aches from putting your all into your own song, sweat beading at your hairline as you jump around dancing. You're exhausted by the end of the song, but it's well worth it to see Alex's gobsmacked expression.

The studio falls silent, but it's Willie and Flynn who jump to their feet. Their utter amazement and joyfulness makes you a little sheepish, but then Alex is standing to his feet. "Holy shit."

"Right?" Julie cackles. "I've been begging her to play live with us for one song, but she won't."

"Are you frickin' kidding me?!" The new voice has your head snapping in it's direction, the boy in a leather jacket and red flannel wrapped around his waist staring at you in wonder. "What is it with you Molina's and your musical talents?"

Your face flames at his praise, eyes then darting to the boy with shaggy hair and a sleeveless shirt gaping at you. You chuckle nervously and Julie wraps an arm around your shoulders, grinning as she introduces you. "And here we have Reggie and Luke. Guys, this is my cousin Y/N."

"Dude, will you marry me?" Luke's words make everyone laugh out loud, but you freeze.

Julie, having felt you tense up, stares at you. "Y/N? Are you-"

But you cut her off, eyes solely on Luke as you say, "Bro, don't call me dude." Your mocking tone makes Flynn snort.

Not only is it Luke's turn to freeze, but so do Alex and Reggie. Their eyes widen as they stare between you and Luke, your heart beating triple when you realize just who this is.

"Oh my god," Alex mutters.

"Oh my god!" Reggie exclaims, smile instantly beaming.

"OH MY GOD!" Julie shouts, arm tightening around your shoulder. "Did he just- did you just say.." You nod, your breathing becoming a little erratic. Julie notices and turns you so she grips you by the shoulders and you're staring directly into her face. "Hey, it's okay. You're fine. Luke's one of the good ones."

You gulp. "I- it's not that," you murmur. "But he said.. and I need to see-"

Before you can finish, the presence of said boy is right next to you and Julie. You startle at his appearance, but then he's holding out his arm between you and your cousin and you glance down to see the words that have been stamped into his skin since the day of his birth. There on the space just below the crease of his elbow are the words bro, don't call me dude.

You laugh, a little wetly, but no one dares to call you out on it. Instead, you turn and lift your shirt so he can see his own words stamped on your ribs. A faint touch has you flinching away and giggling, and Julie snorts as you pout at Luke who seems to realize you're ticklish.

"OH MY GOD! YOU GUYS ARE SOULMATES!" Flynn shouts. "THIS IS SO COOL!"

And just like that the tension is broken, everyone laughing and cheering. You're having trouble holding Luke's gaze, his crinkled eyes and swoon-worthy smile making you want to reach out and hug him. So when you see his fingers twitch and tap out a beat against his leg before he clenches his fists closed, you cave and pull him into a hug. He hesitates a moment before he sighs, wrapping his arms tightly around you in return.

"Hey. ¿Qué está pasando? (What's going on?) Rose wonders. Apparently the cheering had caught tía Rose and tío Ray's attention.

You and Luke break apart, but your arms remain touching as you both stare at Julie's parents like you'd been caught doing something wrong. And since the two of you can't seem to form words, Julie giggles before filling them in. "Luke and Y/N are soulmates. They said each other's words."

Ray and Rose immediately look at you in shock, and you can feel your face heating up. Slowly, you smile at your tía's concerned expression and immediately she's beaming as she makes a beeline for you. "Mija! That's wonderful news." You laugh as she hugs you and then laugh even harder when you see your tío Ray clamp a hand down on Luke's shoulder. Then releasing you and turning towards Luke, tía Rose smiles as she opens her arms wide before moving in to hug him. "I'm happy for you too, mijo. Welcome to the family." Then pulling back, she says, "Not that you weren't already part of the family, but you know."

Luke chuckles, ears turning red. "Thanks, Mrs. Molina."

"Well this is a cause for celebration," Ray says. "Anyone feeling up to pasta?" Julie, Flynn, and Reggie all whoop in unison. "You going to join us, Willie?"

Willie, never usually around for long periods of time with Julie's family, is surprised to be invited. Alex beams at his soulmate and Willie knows he can't say no. "Sure, Mr. Molina. Thanks for the invite."

"Great," Rose smiles. "Well now that that's settled, I'm going to go make a reservation so we don't give the hostess a stroke when we all walk in. Everyone has two hours before we leave."

Tía Rose and tío Ray congratulate you and Luke one last time before they take their leave. Everyone follows after them, excitingly talking outfit choices, but Reggie remains by the opened doors smiling between you and Luke. A second later, Alex returns and marches a reluctant Reggie away.

Now that it's just you and Luke, the two of you laugh nervously.

"So.."

"So.." You both laugh nervously again and then you're groaning. "This is so weird, but like I'm also really excited."

Luke loses some of his nerves and his shoulders slump. "Really? You're excited?"

"Yeah. Why wouldn't I be?"

He turns sheepish then, averting his gaze as he shoves his hands into the front of his jean's pockets. "Julie might have explained the shitty thing your ex did and yeah. I would understand if you weren't stoked to meet me on your second day here."

He's so genuine in his explanation that you can't help but mentally swoon at this boy before you. You're not sure where the sudden confidence comes from, but you're grateful for it when you step closer and take his face in the palm of your hands so he's staring right at you. "Okay one, my mother didn't properly explain why she moved me here. I'll fill you in later, but I'm telling you right now it's not because I'm heartbroken or anything. And two, I am stoked to meet you. You wanna know why?" Luke can only nod as he pays close attention and you grin at him. "Because the moment realization sunk in, everything just felt.. it felt-"

"Right?" He asks, voice low.

You nod. "It felt right. There was no uncomfortable feeling in the pit of my stomach, there was just elation. Like I found something I didn't know I was looking for until you uttered the words etched on my ribs."

Luke slowly smiles and you let your hands fall to your sides, leaning in and quickly kissing his cheek. "Now come on. We need to get ready for tonight."

His cheeks turn red almost immediately, but you don't say anything as you grab his arm and drag his hand from his pocket. Then clasping his hand within your own, you drag him out of the studio and up towards the house.

Dinner was quite the affair, everyone pushing you and Luke next to one another at the table and cooing over how adorable you two were. Even his parents, Emily and Mitch, had been invited along and everyone smiled throughout the entire dinner. The table was quite loud, but not a single customer nearby or the waitresses could blame you when Reggie loudly explained that they were celebrating newly found soulmates. There was even applause that had you and Luke turning red in the face and then trying to aim a kick at Reggie's shin under the table. Unfortunately, Alex took the brunt of both kicks.

When the weekend was over, Luke and the boys stood by your side on your first day of school. The band had quite the following and those fangirls of theirs were not impressed to see you and Luke hand-in-hand. It was a bit daunting navigating the hallways with a majority of the school's population looking down their nose at you, but then Julie, Flynn, and surprisingly Carrie Wilson (your cousin's arch-nemesis) came to your aide. You understood Julie and Flynn's protectiveness, but Carrie's was a shock and she merely flipped her hair over her shoulder while giving the excuse that no one should be shit on just because they found their soulmate. The girls were stunned, but shrugged it off and let Carrie do what Carrie wanted to do.

Tía Rose and tío Ray saw a lot more of Luke at their home, but didn't put up any fuss. The only thing they asked was that if they were alone in the room, then the bedroom door was to remain open at all times. And not wanting to disappoint them, you and Luke abided by their rules. Because being with Luke.. it was the complete opposite than being with Jerry. There were no nerves, no second guessing, and no jealousy. You were happy to be with Luke and vice versa, and either of you could go out with friends with no twenty questions about who you were going with and where (Jerry seriously did a number on you).

You became Julie and the Phantoms number one fan, alongside Willie and Flynn, and sat up in the loft with Willie while the band rehearsed downstairs. The times you did go downstairs after rehearsals and Luke bounded over to you like an eager puppy, you had to fight the urge to chuck something at Reggie and Julie when they cooed over how cute you were together.

Luckily for you, Luke wasn't into PDA other than hand holding or hugs. But it still didn't stop your friends from mockingly groaning for you to get a room when Luke would hug you from behind and stay there with his chin hooked over your shoulder.

Today is one of the rare days the band left Luke alone so he could spend the time with you, but you're stuck doing Algebra II homework and Luke is going through one of your old writing journals for abandoned lyrics to give him inspiration.

You've been stuck on the same problem for what feels like twenty minutes when you hear Luke sharply inhale. You glance up at him, watching him read through something that's clearly caught his attention. You can't help but grin at his look of concentration and then his expression falls and your heart suddenly aches.

Luke glances up and you gulp. "What's this?"

"What's what?"

He glances back down at the journal in his hands before looking at you once more. "Something titled Train Wreck. It looks like a completed song."

Your expression completely goes lax then. "Oh. That's, uh, I wrote that a while back when my mom and dad were going through their divorce." You close the math book in your lap and hesitantly meet Luke's gaze. "That was not a fun time for all involved. My mind was kind of.. messed up back then."

Luke gulps. "I don't want to seem inconsiderate of what clearly was a dark time for you, but this- this is really good, Y/N. Do you have a melody for it?"

You huff a laugh, shaking your head in fond amusement. Only Luke would be this invested in a song. "I do. I think it's on the laptop in a password protected file.."

His eyes light up. "Can I hear it? You don't have to, I just-"

"It's fine." You get up, heading over to the laptop and powering it up to find what you need. After a bit of searching, you find it and open it up. Letting the melody play, you look up at Luke. "I won't sing the whole thing, but I'll sing a portion of it."

He eagerly nods. "I'll take anything."

You smile at him, nervously taking a seat on a crate in the middle of the room. He finds another crate and places it close to you, wanting to be as close as possible. You close your eyes, smiling, and let the melody wash over you as the lyrics come back to you in a flash. Your heart beat is beating double, but you inhale deeply and let it out slowly.

Losing yourself to the music, you mouth the lyrics to yourself until letting your voice ring out. "Underneath our bad blood, we've still got a sanctum. Home, still a home, still a home here. It's not too late to build it back 'cause a one in a million chance is still a chance, still a chance and I would take those odds."

You open your eyes, chest aching as all those feelings from so long ago come rushing back and make your voice just that much stronger. "Unbreak the broken, unsay these spoken words. Find hope in the hopeless, pull me out of the train wreck." Luke grabs your hand and you squeeze it for all your worth as you keep looking forward. "Unburn the ashes, unchain the reactions now. I'm not ready to die, not yet. Pull me out of the train wreck. Pull me out, pull me out, pull me out."

You meet Luke's gaze then, a little surprised to see his eyes red rimmed and teary through your own blurry vision. "You can say what you like, don't say I wouldn't die for it. I'm down on my knees and I need you to be my God, be my help, be a Savior who can-"

Your voice cracks on the next word and Luke tugs on your hand, pulling you into a hug. A sob escapes your throat as you cling to Luke, but you quickly stifle it against his shoulder. As the melody plays out, you press your forehead to his shoulder before pushing back and sniffling. "I, uh, I'm sorry about that. Everything came rushing back and I-"

"Don't apologize." Luke catches your face in the palm of his hands, thumbs brushing away your tears before his lips press against your forehead. The action is so soft that your expression crumples momentarily, but you quickly mask it when Luke pulls back to catch your gaze. "That was amazing, Y/N! So amazing. And I'm sorry it brought up bad memories, but.. wow."

You huff a laugh, pulling back so you aren't hunched over. Luke, however, refuses to stop touching you and catches your hands within his own. "I should have guessed you'd be easily impressed."

"For you? Always."

You shake your head, grinning. "You're so freakin' cheesy, Luke Patterson."

He chuckles and again you're hit with a sudden boost of confidence that you lean forward, one hand finding the back of his neck so you can bring him to meet you halfway in a kiss. He smiles against your mouth, but the smile quickly falls the second you tilt your head to deepen the kiss. Unfortunately, just as the tip of your tongue flicks against his bottom lip, you're interrupted.

"Can we come in now?" Reggie's voice rings out. "I really wanna give Y/N a hug after hearing that song."

"Reggie!" Julie scolds.

You and Luke pull apart laughing. You both straighten up and look towards the door just in time to see Reggie rubbing at the back of his head as he walks in with Alex and Julie behind him. Hand in hand, you and Luke stand up and chuckle at Reggie's put out expression.

Had you known that having a soulmate felt exactly as you feel right now, you would have known something was definitely up back home with Jerry. And though you will always hate your ex for tricking you the way he did, there's an ounce of gratefulness for the misery he put you through because had he not then you wouldn't have moved and met your true soulmate.

#julie and the phantoms imagine #julie and the phantoms x reader #jatp x reader #luke patterson x reader #luke patterson #julie molina #reggie peters #alex mercer

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day one: against all odds (we're still here) for @trkstrnd

Carlos will hate himself for it later, but he’s so focused on his task that the screech of tires coming around the corner barely registers as a blip on his radar. He doesn’t notice anything until TK suddenly barrels into him, throwing Carlos to the side just before something else, something heavy, crashes into them with a blinding flash of pain, and then—

Nothing.

a simple trip to the grocery store quickly turns to disaster for tk and carlos

day two: out, damned spot for anon

TK wakes up gasping, choking on air. The sheets are suffocating him and, when he tries to free himself, they only seem to get tighter. The hands reaching out for him, trying to calm him, are the final straw; TK throws himself from bed and sprints to the bathroom, slamming and locking the door behind him as he collapses against the sink.

On some level, he is aware that the hands were Carlos’s, that the sheets were theirs, that his hands are clean, and that the dream was just a dream.

But they weren't always that way.

day three: the meetings for those in my wake for @freddieholic

For years after the divorce, Gwyn came to learn that any call from Owen was almost certainly bad news, and almost always about their son. Things have been better in the three years since her time in Texas, which is why she thinks nothing of it when he calls just after she’s put Isaac to bed for the night.

“Owen, hey,” she greets. “What’s up?”

The silence she’s answered with is the first sign that something’s wrong.

The sob that follows is the second.

“Gwyn, it’s TK. He's... They think we should say goodbye."

day four: a friend in me for 📍 anon

Carlos has come to see Nancy as a force of nature, a woman who will let nothing and no-one stand in her way, whether that’s out on the field or during a game of Monopoly. But, right now, as she sits hunched over in one of the interrogation rooms, shock blanket around her shoulders, he's never seen her look so small.

the story of how nancy and carlos become the new champions of 126 games nights

day five: truth is heavier than fiction for anon

Carlos pauses with his hand on the doorknob, taking a moment to prepare himself before going inside. TK’s shift finished an hour ago and he’d texted to let Carlos know he was home, which means Carlos is going to be walking right into a conversation he’d rather avoid.

Not that he’d have much choice either way; he might be able to cover his cracked and bruised ribs for a little while, but the arm in a sling will tell on him as soon as the door opens. Carlos doesn’t want to hide his injuries—they’ve had enough conversations in reverse on that theme to make him a hypocrite if he did—but he may have made some choices that he doesn’t particularly want to go into right now. Not while he’s tired and aching and just wants to cuddle with his boyfriend.

He blows out a breath, then opens the door, bracing himself for TK’s reaction.

“Hey— Shit!”

day six: slowly, and then all at once for @pragmaticoptimist34

The realisation that he loves Carlos hits him like a bolt out of the blue.

And at the worst possible moment.

We are getting updates on the active shooter situation at the Four Seasons Hotel. Austin Police Department have closed off the area and officers are currently preparing to enter the building to detain the suspect. It is as yet unknown if there have been any civilian casualties, but—

“Paul, turn the damn TV back on.”

“No.”

five times tk can't admit his feelings about carlos, and one time he finally does

day seven: the promise of tomorrow for anon

Up until five minutes ago, Carlos had been terrified of never having TK in his arms again. Now, the thought of letting him go scares him just as much, and TK seems to feel the same, if the way he’s clutching at Carlos’s jacket and pulling it tight across his back is any indication.

Carlos hugs him close, sinking down to his knees as TK falls into the chair behind him, letting the rest of the room fade away to nothing as he realises that they weren’t too late—that TK is here, with him, alive and mostly whole.

day eight: we'll hold each other soon for @221bsunsettowers

“Be careful, please,” TK said, smoothing down the lapels of Carlos’s shirt. “Whatever happens out there, whatever you have to do, just promise me one thing. Promise you’ll come back to me.”

Carlos knew better than to promise something like that, and TK knew better than to ask it. But because it was him, and because it was TK, Carlos just nodded and leaned in to press a kiss to TK’s temple.

“I promise,” he whispered, pulling away.

It's the last good memory Carlos has, and he's going to hold onto it for as long as he has left. If he's going to die, then the last thing he wants to see is TK's smile.

day nine: now i am just but the wayward man for anon

Ben is glaring at him again.

Klaus is very familiar with this specific glare—it’s the one Ben breaks out when Klaus is being ‘stubborn’ and ‘stupid’ and ‘a fucking asshole junkie with no self-respect who only cares about the next high and, really, it’s a fucking miracle you haven’t gotten yourself killed yet, Klaus’.

He has to hand it to him. Ben really does have him down to a tee.

winter is approaching and klaus has nowhere to go. his siblings are his only option—meaning he effectively has no options.

day ten: i can't imagine my life without you for 📍 anon

It had come completely out of left field—one minute everything was fine, the next Carlos had turned to him with guarded eyes and a clenched jaw, and said six words that sent TK’s whole world crashing down.

“I think we need a break.”

nobody likes to be asked 'trouble in paradise?', particularly when the answer is yes.

day eleven: start again from the beginning for anon

Owen trusts his son. He’s watched TK fight his addiction and stay sober for the last six years, and he has faith that he can handle himself.

But when TK doesn’t show up for work the night after proposing to Alex, Owen knows that something is wrong. After all, they've been here before.

day twelve: let me love you when your heart is tired for anon

TK knows it’s going to be a bad day from the moment he opens his eyes. Slowly, slowly, each twitch like he’s moving mountains, he inches his hand blindly across the bed to reach out for Carlos. If he can just feel his boyfriend, if he can just see him—

But, of course. Carlos has a shift today. TK has a vague recollection of him getting out of bed at five this morning, rousing him with a shift to the mattress and a gentle kiss on the forehead.

If this were a normal day, he might smile at the memory.

day thirteen: couldn't utter my love when it counted for 📍 anon

TK takes his time in the bathroom, stopping to stare at his reflection in the mirror for several minutes and trying to talk himself down from any more-than-friendly feelings towards Carlos.

Later, they’ll tell him that this saved his life.

But that won’t be for a long time, until after the smoke has cleared and the dead have been counted and the statements have been taken. For now, TK steels his resolve and nods at himself, then turns to the door, a hand reaching out for the handle.

That’s when the explosion rips through the building.

after the boba date, tk lets carlos go. they're friends, which is working just fine, until a horrific accident threatens to take even that away from them.

day fourteen: if i walk out the door (a thousand eyes) for anon

TK gets this feeling sometimes, a sort of prickling at his back, like someone’s behind him, breathing down his neck. At first, it was only a once-in-a-while situation, so he thinks nothing of it; when it becomes an everyday occurrence, he starts to wonder, but he’s probably just being paranoid. The shooting, kidnapping, firehouse explosion, and the fire at his and Carlos’s house had all taken their toll, and TK’s just generally more on edge these days.

He doesn’t tell anyone about the feeling, not even Carlos. There’s no reason to fuck up everyone else’s peace with something so stupid. It’ll go away eventually; TK’s sure of it.

That is, until one of the lots just down from the firehouse gets occupied.

day fifteen: find you here inside the dark for @fanfic-corner

Yaz has walked this room too many times to count now; she’s traced her fingertips over the walls, searching for any cracks or crevices to indicate where there might be a door.

If the Doctor were here, she’d have her sonic out by now, spitting out words, only half of which Yaz could understand. She’d find a way out in no time. Or, if not, at least she’d be here. Talking a mile a minute, probably annoying the hell out of their captors. Yaz can almost hear her now—

Wait.

She can hear her now.

day sixteen: accidents happen for @ilovemosss

So, Jason reflects, it may not have been the best idea to take Pythagoras out training while they’re all suffering from a severe lack of sleep. Being the more logical of them, Pythagoras, to his credit, had attempted to talk him out of it, but Jason ignored him.

He very much regrets that decision now.

day seventeen: you and me (moving through this world as a two-man team) for @laelipoo

TK does not have a crush on the 126's latest hire.

Carlos Reyes: an Austin local, an incredible firefighter, and—objectively speaking—the most beautiful man TK has ever laid eyes on. Which is, in fact, the entire point; TK has eyes and, yes, he will use them to sneak a look or two when he’s suddenly sharing space with a man who looks like a Greek god.

That does not mean he has a crush, Paul.

(and, sure, maybe he does sometimes dream about how soft Carlos’s lips look and the little blush he gets when he laughs and those little flecks of gold in his eyes, but he’s only human)

(how TK knows about the gold in Carlos’s eyes is none of anybody’s business)

day eighteen: in perfect harmony for @anyotherheartwilldo

Here’s the thing—Carlos doesn’t believe in signs. He used to when he was younger, raised on his abuela’s stories, but as he’d gotten older his father had taught him that what mattered was the choices he made. He’s the only one who has a say in the way his life turns out, and if he wants something, he has to put in the work to get it.

But there comes a point—namely, after his fifth thwarted attempt to propose to TK—when he begins to wonder if the universe really does have something against him.

proposing to tk proves far more complicated than carlos had first thought.

day nineteen: whatever here that's left of me (is yours) for anon

“Are you…” TK leans closer, peering at the hoodie Carlos is wearing, and—yep. “Why are you wearing my hoodie? Was there nothing in your size from the crew? You should have said something. We can fix this, you don’t need to be uncomfortable.”

There’s a beat, and then Carlos, studiously avoiding TK’s gaze, clears his throat. “It smells like you.”

post-2.12, carlos finds comfort in tk's hoodies.

day twenty: can't smile without you for anon

Carlos would be lying to himself if the possibility hadn’t occurred to him before. He has always worried for TK’s safety, and the knowledge that a serial killer is on the loose in Austin has sent that worry skyrocketing. Especially because he’s the lead detective on the case; he’s spent hours poring over horrific crime scenes, examining all the facts until they’re burned into his brain.

Admittedly, the killers seem to be mostly indiscriminate in who they take, meaning the chances of it being TK are slim.

But there’s still a chance.

a before, during, and after of tk's kidnapping in a hole where your memory goes

day twenty-one: lately you've been searching for a darker place to hide for @freddieholic

“Can I ask you something else?”

TK stiffens at the sound of Mateo’s voice, a nervous note to it that wasn’t there last time. Something tells him he knows exactly what Mateo wants to ask; still, he turns to lean against the counter, crossing his arms as casually as he can manage. “Sure.”

“Are you…” Mateo trails off, biting his lip and avoiding TK’s gaze. “I mean, do you… I mean—”

“You can say it, you know,” he interrupts, not unkindly. “If you want to know if I’m thinking about heading out and getting high, then just ask.”

five times tk turns to unhealthy coping mechanisms when he wants to use + one time he finally asks for help

day twenty-two: know me crazy, soothe me daily for anon

It had freaked Carlos out the first time it happened.

“It was a seizure,” TK explained, after Carlos had finished telling him about it. TK had been disoriented and confused for about ten minutes after, and couldn’t even remember half of their earlier conversation. “I… It’s because of the drugs. They fucked something up in my brain, especially after my first overdose, and now I get seizures occasionally."

in which carlos gets a little over-protective and tk is mildly exasperated

day twenty-three: lover, be good to me for anon

Carlos holds his arms out, and TK comes willingly, setting what Carlos now recognises as a tray of food carefully on the bed. “What’s this?”

TK stares as if it’s obvious. “Date night.”

“What?”

TK pauses, then gasps. “You’re right.” He pats himself down frantically, then pulls an object out of his pocket with a dramatic flourish. It’s a little electric tea light—real candles long since banned from the bedroom—and Carlos watches in bemusement as TK flicks it on and sets it down on the tray. “Now it’s date night.”

his fiancé being bed-bound isn't going to keep tk from date night

day twenty-four: bring you in from the cold for anon

As a cop, Carlos has always been uncomfortably aware of his own mortality. He’s considered his own death more than is probably healthy, but when you’re facing down the barrel of a gun almost every single day, it’s kind of forced on you.

He’s imagined himself being shot, stabbed, strangled, and everything in between.

But he’s not sure he ever pictured dying in a walk-in freezer after getting trapped there by mistake.

day twenty-five: heaving through corrupted lungs for anon

TK is itching to go home and check on Carlos, to make sure he’s still breathing and actually resting like he’s supposed to be. On the other hand, Carlos would probably kill him if he left work, illness be damned. It’s just… Carlos had looked so ill that morning, skin ashen and voice all but gone, and it had taken a lot of convincing for TK to still go to his own shift. He’d insisted on making sure Carlos had all the blankets and water and snacks and anything else he could possibly want, but even so, he’s still uneasy.

His gut is telling him that something’s wrong, and TK doesn’t think he can ignore it for much longer.

when carlos falls ill, they think it's just a bad cold. but when tk goes to check on him, he's in for a nasty shock.

day twenty-six: slowly becoming lovers for @pragmaticoptimist34

Things don’t get fixed overnight. They agree to give them a shot, but that doesn’t change the fact that TK is still reeling from his break-up and overdose, nor that Carlos is still hesitant and afraid of pushing too hard at once.

But, slowly, they get to know each other. And, slowly, they start to fall in love.

tk and carlos, getting to know each other and falling in love

day twenty-seven: and curse the gods for @girlwhowasntthere

Jason knows what it is to be cursed.

day twenty-eight: ignoring every warning for @moviegeek03

TK is fine.

He is absolutely, 100% fine.

And, sure, maybe he’s not supposed to be at work right now, and maybe his hand hasn’t fully healed yet, but it’s nothing. His doctor cleared him to go back to work, which means it’s healed enough, and TK is certainly not going to admit defeat no matter how much he's hurting.

day twenty-nine: can you beat back the night? for @girlwhowasntthere

He misses the bard. Geralt won’t admit it, not even to Roach, but he misses him. After months—years—of Jaskier’s constant chatter and the sound of his lute, the silence, once valued above all else, is too much.

It’s been months since the dragon, since Geralt lost both Yennefer and Jaskier in one fell swoop. He’s cursed himself many times over for the words he said—to both of them—and cursed himself more for the mistakes he made to get in this position in the first place.

this is the lot of witchers, to be alone.

day thirty: ease my mind for @silvarafael

Briefly, Carlos considers calling TK and telling him about the accident. But… He only broke two of his fingers and it barely even classifies as a minor injury in his book, so there’s really no reason to bother his fiancé while he’s still on shift himself. He pockets his phone then looks around to figure out where the exit is.

Only, an all-too familiar laugh distracts him from his task, drawing his attention to the nurses station.

Where TK is standing, smiling as a nurse swats at him for stealing one of their lollipops.

Carlos is, beyond doubt, fucked.

day thirty-one: scars turn to memories for anon

Their front door is open. It’s wide open, and the wood of the door frame is broken, splinters littering the driveway and the floor of the front room. TK’s heart stops in his chest as he surveys the scene, his brain going blank, struggling to comprehend what he’s seeing.

Everything is quiet in the front room, not even a table setting out of place. TK creeps further into their home, his every nerve on edge as he barely breathes for fear of alerting whoever’s here of his presence.

And then, he remembers.

Carlos was off shift tonight. He was here. Alone.

#masterlist #holly's august extravaganza #fanfiction #my fanfiction #writing #my writing

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jafndaegur · 3 years

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Things Said and Unsaid

Jumin Han x MC

Mystic Messenger

a/n: now that the zine is long past, here is my story from the Garden of Eden Zine:) Enjoy!

Jumin twisted the flower stem between his fingers as he reclined further against the chair. Waxy pink petals mocked him in a way that he did not appreciate and the bright bloom weighed heavily, leaning forward in his careless grasp. He rested his chin on the back of his free hand, temple twitching at the not-quite perfect amount of wine for a buzz but enough for a headache.

MC's voice still floated in the air as if she'd just called about her final report for the RFA event.

"All of the flower arrangements are ready for the party," her voice was stilted over the phone even as she tried to be chipper.

Jumin wondered if she felt uncomfortable around him with everything said and done. "They'll look beautiful I'm sure." He reassured.

The pause and silence between them felt unnatural and constricting.

"What did you pick? For the bouquets." He finally peeped out, his voice rocking with concern. Had they always struggled with communicating? The memory of being able to freely converse with her, speaking of any little trivial thing that came to mind an easy and amusing way for him to pass the time. Surely he hadn’t ruined things so thoroughly during the time she had spent at the penthouse.

MC’s airy and pitched laugh reached his ears in a painful display of her discomfort. "That'd ruin the surprise."

And what a surprise it'd been.

Jumin had been eager, and even anxious, in awaiting her arrival to the party. Afterall they all owed its renewed existence to her. And he himself owed so much to her too. When they had parted the night before, V rightfully helping her return to the apartment, it had been with a tender apology. She'd embraced him—held him close and promised things would work out the way they should.

He wasn’t sure if it had been a lie or her convincing herself. Perhaps some odd adherration of both to her conviction.

The day of the party came, but MC did not.

It was obvious that Seven had hesitated his journey before finally making the reluctant trek to Jumin with a piece of paper in one hand and a tied bouquet of flowers in the other.

The pink camellia had seemed so bright and vibrant in the light of the ballroom. And even now in Jumin's hand, standing stark and vibrant, the bloom dazzled against the rest of his muted parlor decor. It smiled and flourished, and yet here he sat more dejected and more confused than ever.

Somehow, he managed his way back to the kitchen, where the rest of his bouquet lay abandoned on his dining room table—scattered petals and bulbs strewn across the wood top due to his careless toss of the bunch. He had been angry and frustrated at the time, but now he felt guilt tugging at the span of his ribs when he thought of the disregard he gave to her last gift to him. The note lay innocently next to it, as if trying to appease him with the gentle slope of MC's handwriting.

I've meant everything Jumin. Said and unsaid. I don't regret anything and I hope you won't either. But we both need this to move forward, I think this is what's right...I hope you'll see that. I've left you the best.

-MC

Among the flowers, pink carnations were the easiest to pick out. The petals crimped and wavy, and the blossoms themselves the most commonplace and plain. And yet MC had made sure the flowers had stayed nestled close amongst bushels of goldenrod. Another odd pick for a formal party. His eye for detail made things easy to recognize that beautiful hardworking and problem-solving touch MC made with every deliberate and precise choice. He knew that much. From the sorrel that warmly held everything together, to the pink camellias blushing prettily at the center wrapped in forget-me-nots.

In times such as these Jumin realized he had one consultant he could count on, a source where information passed easily from itself to him. Where he could learn unhindered and without bias about the best that MC left behind for him. Because surely, she did not simply mean the best flowers from the bunch. She was too clever for that.

He found himself at a library, in the area with the farmer's almanacs and horticulture how-tos. It was an aisle he frequented when seeking answers to inquiries about his vineyard.

Heavy and cumbersome, he found an encyclopedic tome titled Whispers from the Flowers. It was an odd name but upon opening it he found satisfaction knowing that his assumption on its topic had been correct. The flower language. Something not in a million years he imagined himself researching. But for MC, he would do anything. And his beloved left behind one very, very important clue. "Things said and unsaid." And he hoped it was more than a mere sentimental way of saying she left him behind regardless of whether or not she was able to relay all she wished to.

Jumin found the index at the back of the book, searching for sorrel first. MC had meticulously ensured that the green and stringy plant entwined itself around the main bouquet like a cradle. It was hardly a flower and yet the vibrancy of it added life and color outside of the thematic pink hues of the other blooms. Affection. Sorrel is the gateway to confessions and the key to unlocking the heart—it lays bare the raw and pure emotion of those who offer it. His fingers danced over the words, tracing the letters with the faintest of smiles. MC's disappearance seemed like a rather large lack of said-affection, but he knew there had to be further explanation. And all answers resided within the little puzzle she had set aside just for him.

Because she knew and understood he had every capability to solve it. He hoped.

Encouragement. Good fortune. Goldenrod offers the same blade with two edges. One of well wishes and the other of outstretched hands. It is an easy flower to convey both farewells and prosperity.

Jumin’s breath curled within his chest and his fingers hovered. “Farewells.” It was a mutter, something that he dare not speak more than a whisper. MC left behind hide nor hair of her existence. The memory of her laugh and gilded eyes were the only proof he could offer. Yet somewhere amongst the agonizing pull in his chest as he read the summary over and over again, he feared that she had truly meant her goodbye hidden within these flowers.

He knew his own faults had greatly weighed upon her decision to leave with Jihyun that day. But had he really ruined things so much that she chose never to see any of them again to escape him? Were all affections between them nullified because of his shortcomings.

Breath hitched and his fists clenched the book. Memories of true love. Forget-me-nots are the staple flower of sweet love. Anyone gifting their sweetheart with these iconic blooms know every moment spent with their true love will be cherished and treasured. Jumin’s brow furrowed. Contradictory. This was all so illogical and contradictory. If he had not just recently gone through a week-long anxiety attack and now the loss of the woman he had planned to propose to, he’d chalk these meanings up to happenstance and throw the book into the closest recycling bin. But everything said had been meant. And everything unsaid had been meant. He needed for his own sanity and for his own comprehension to know if these flowers truly enveloped MC’s feelings for him. Or if he was just a fool trying to pry into a love that was never his to keep.

“I’ll never forget you.”

A shudder. The words flowed past his lips as he read the phrase mechanically. “I’ll never forget you.” Each utterance a tremor to his heart as the walls constricted and shook.

I’ll never forget you. Pink carnations are easily the most misused and the most misunderstood. Believed to be a simpleton’s flower, the meaning behind this bloom is often lost due to being handed out of context. It’s beautiful and pastel color can often be misleading. It is a mournful flower, often handed at the cusp of goodbye. A beautiful tendril to remember a fleeting yet vibrant romance.

The search through the index for the last flower was a trembling one. Jumin’s fingers skimmed the crisp paper gentle against his skin as he tried to account his increasing pulse to apprehension or suspense. He was approaching the last piece of MC’s riddle and good or bad—real or not—he had been able to come to some conclusion about their parting. About their romance. About them.

His vision blurred and he felt the world spin.

A note had been tucked away close to the spine where the pages parted. It was a small envelope, no bigger than an index card. “Jumin” had been scripted neatly on the front, and on the back, there was a little flower drawn over the edge of the opening flap. He recognized MC’s handwriting anywhere. Impulse struck a chord with his nerves and he plucked the note quickly before forcing himself to slow down. He wanted to finish this mission.

Pink camellias. Longing for you.

No more waiting. Jumin dropped the book and tore the envelope open. His heart pitter-pattered and he double took the gentle slope of that oh-so familiar handwriting. The gentle sweep and slant of her penmanship was obvious the moment he gazed upon the ink. There before him, tiny and hopeful, was a phone number. He'd arrived at the end of her puzzle with a growing smile, shaking his head with a fond chuckle. His finger brushed the new note.

"You can be greedy, you know," he whispered reverently. "Around me don't worry. Whatever fears or struggles we may have to face, we'll figure them out together. You don't have to hold back for my sake or for yours."

He pulled two business cards from his wallet, placing one in the forget-me-knots section and the other in the section about pink camellias. Satisfied, he closed the book and walked to the front desk where the head librarian sat typing away on the computer. Noticing his approach, they gave him a warm smile. Holding out their hand, the librarian inclined their head.

"Got everything you need?"

Jumin nodded and handed the book over. "I will soon enough. In the meantime, could you place this on hold? A friend is going to pick it up."

"Of course," the librarian nodded. "Name and number."

"Han MC," Jumin decided with a touch of humor, a welcomed break to his multi-day anxiety high, before reciting the number from the note.

The person assured him that MC would be notified and that the book would be on hold for the next twenty-four hours. He bowed his head slightly and graciously thanked them before heading to the car where Driver Kim awaited. There was so little time to get ready but he wanted to make the most of this anticipation that clung to his lungs with baited breath.

#mystic messenger #mysme #mysme jumin han #jumin han x mc #mysme jumin

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afterglowsw · 3 years

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your first night together, do hanse edition

summary: just as the tittle claims, this is how the first night sleeping together with him would be like.

g: fluff, smut. requested!

warnings/side notes: gender neutral reader x hanse. established relationship. handjob, no proper lubrication, cum eating. the nsfw part is under the cut. i've received requests for all of the members in this specific scenario, and I'm actually excited to write them all. for now, i hope y'all enjoy this. ><

your relationship with him wasn't new, in fact you had been a couple for almost a year, but with his chaotic schedule and your own busy life, it was almost impossible for you two to spend time together outside form his studio and the sporadic coffee or tattoo dates.

that time was one of the very few occasions in which you were both free on the same day and so you offered to watch a movie at your place in hopes of helping him to leave behind his stressful week

of course he had been in your apartment before, not as often as you in his dorm but it wasn't an unfamiliar place for him.

soon enough you were both snuggled on your couch, popcorn on your covered lap and his arms securely attached around your frame.

recently he had been particularly excited about this harry potter movie, and even when you knew it was a bad idea (because you always end bickering and debating about which character is better), you didn't regretted your decision of bring it up one bit.

his hands on your waist holding you close to his body and your intertwined legs under the blanket as the movie unfolded in front of you were a bit too much of your liking, you didn't even complained when he argued about slytherin being the best house.

laughs, gasps and scattered kisses were shared for about three hours. it wouldn't ever stop surprising you but it was amazing how he could watch the movie for the nth time and still be amazed by everything.

after it was over he reached for his phone, and the bright screen made you both cringe in your place since the rest of the lights were off and it hurt your eyes momentarily.

hanse looked at you with pensive eyes at seeing the late hour, wondering how on earth would he get home.

you hesitated for a bit, but then

"you can sleep here, you know?"

he bit his lip, deep in thought because he didn't wanted you to feel forced to invite him or anything but he as well didn't want the boys on his back with questions and complains if he appeared in the middle of the night.

"are you sure? i can always call our manager"

"and having seungwoo scolding me on the phone first thing in the morning? no thanks"

you tried to joke to hide your nervousness, hoping he could get the hint and realize that your offering was sincere

he finally nodded, and you both got up

after tidying up and turning off the tv you headed to your room and he followed, suddenly quiet but happy on the inside because it was the very first time you would sleep together

despite the ease with which you moved around each other, it felt like a big step for him

you shyly handed him a large pair of shorts and a purple shirt and he chuckled, thanking your habit of buying oversized clothes that often were a bit too big for you

you entered the bathroom and after washing your face and changing into something more appropriate for sleeping you went out

hanse was laying on your bed, scrolling through his sns feed when you jumped on the bed and hugged him from behind, head on his shoulder blades

you stayed there for a few minutes, trying to ease your mind and calm your racing heart

despite of being in a relationship with him for quite some time now, he hadn't seen your bare face before so you were kinda nervous, not knowing what to expect or how would he react

your boyfriend was the type of boyfriend to remind you all the time how much of a beautiful person he thinks you are, speaking of both your looks and your soul so it wasn't really an insecurity of yours. however, the bubbly feeling on your stomach persisted

by the time he tried to roll on his back to hug your body, you held onto him tighter and mewled against the soft fabric of the shirt

"what is it, baby?"

"I'm not wearing any makeup"

you cringed at how high pitched your voice sounded, and he chuckled before untangling your arms from his waist and sitting on the bed with his back on the headboard

he attracted you to his lap and even when you tried to snuggle on the crook of his neck, he held your chin with the hand that wasn't busy on your hip and stared at your face

"i can tell"

you mouth fell agape, though you weren't offended. yes, he had a smirk plastered on his handsome face, but he was gazing at you in the most loving way, eyeing back and forth from your eyes to your lips, and his touch on you was just as tender as ever

you smacked playfully his shoulder and he broke into a fit of giggles

you were happy and you could tell by the way he couldn't stop smiling that he was happy too

his thumbs caressed your hip bones, and your hands gently stroked his short, black hair. it was a matter of time before he leaned on to peck on your lips, humming at your warmth

"let's go to sleep, you look tired"

he nodded at your words and dragged you with him until you were both under the covers and your head rested on his arm as a pillow

he insisted on being the big spoon, so you let him, easily falling asleep with his other arm around your torso and a goodnight kiss on top of your head.

alternative ending here.

let's say that when you told him "let's go to sleep, you look tired" he nodded, but instead of actually going to sleep he kissed you one more time

he bit on your bottom lip and your lips parted, giving him access to play with your tongues and deepen the kiss

you melted, sharply inhaling when he squeezed your thighs and ass, and just as your own hands reached his shoulders for support, you could feel the tension still latched on his body

it was true that after the wonderful evening you spent together he was far more relaxed than he would like to admit, but he still felt heaviness on his back. you understood his silent plead, and smiled against his lips

kiss after kiss, you tried to massage his shoulders to help him relax, loosing momentarily your balance though he was there to stabilize you

his lips lingered over yours for a few seconds, a choked gasp escaped his throat when you accidentally grinded on his clothed crotch and you murmured a soft "sorry"

you placed yourself on his thighs instead of his hips, playing with the hem his shorts and waited for him to nod before sliding them down his legs and throwing them aside along with his underwear

soothing caresses landed on his soft skin until your fingers finally wrapped themselves around his shaft and he threw his head back. your thumb rubbed his tip before stroking him, slow and gentle in order not to hurt him

you felt him grow hard in your hand with each minute that passed and as your wrist made all the job controlling the speed, your other hand collected the precum that started to spill

because of the position it wasn't possible, but you could see in his expression just how much he wanted to thrust into your hand and you chuckled, taking advantage of his sensitiveness to pump him faster

he was a mess, whimpering and growling under his breath. knowing of how much he loved when you complimented him, you kissed his lips without stopping your hand

"look at you, you look so pretty this way"

he whined, furrowing his eyebrows when your pace haltered before picking up again and adding pressure around the base with your other hand

he wasn't going to last much longer, and as you felt him on the edge, you lowered yourself to face his crotch with and idea to prevent making a mess on your bed

he moaned loudly, eyes shooting open in half of a second when he felt your lips and warm mouth around his length

your tongue around his head was sloppy because you didn't want to tease him too much, just enough to push his limit and make him cum

you sucked, hollowing your cheeks and not long after he came undone on your mouth

length twitching and heavy pants were all you could hear and see when spurts of white filled your mouth

his fucked out expression made you chuckle, and he tried to playfully glare at you through his heavy eyelids but you couldn't care less, standing up to help him dress up again

you rolled on the bed, giggling when his arms engulfed your figure and attracted you to his chest

"are you okay, love?"

you nodded, turning around to face him with a bright smile on your lips

"yeah, why?"

"you know, it was your turn"

"it's okay, we'll see tomorrow"

"but-"

you knew he wanted to return the favor, but you also knew how tired he was so you dismissed his complaints and kissed his jaw, hugging him back

"goodnight, baby"

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Part 3: Some Combat Training Katsuki Bakugou X Fem!Reader

I need to finish catching up on bnha fast.

I HAVE SO MUCH I WANT TO WRITE.

*cough*

Anyways, here's part 3!

This is meant to be the last part, but I don't know if I'll survive. We'll see~

Since these are essentially snippets of the idea for my fanfic, I'd love to hear what you guys think about this. Is it interesting enough to put into a long-runner?

Did I put too much info in these? The answer is yes. Yes I did.

EDIT: FORGOT TO ADD LINK TO PART 1. YOU CAN READ IT HERE: Part 1

Anyways, enough rambling~

WARNINGS: Mention of friend death, FLUFF, pining? There might be a hint of angst in here, but I'm trying to save that for later. <3

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Katsuki let out a sigh beneath his breath as he sauntered over in front of you. He had to push through this. He had to convince himself things weren't different.

That you weren't important.

You give him a little nod, then turn your back to him again. "Alright, try it out."

Maybe if he can just do it really fast. If he can prove it, just do it, it'll be over--but his eyes are drifting over your shoulder blades. Up the slender nape of your neck, down to were your spine and your hips dip into the fabric of your work-out gear.

Hell… he inwardly grimaces. But he sucks it up; biting his tongue and bracing his jaw as finds the junction of your shoulder. Just get it over with!

And he jabs. A strange 'whap' breaks the silence of the room, and you're sent forward a little from the strength of it--but it's not what you're expecting. You'd expected a perfect hit. But as you straighten back up, your arm is still obeying you, and though there was to be bruise; he had not succeeded.

You shrug off the ache and reposition in front of him.

"Again." You say. You leave out the 'you missed' and 'try' because, the grunt that he emitted sounded like frustration. Like he was angry with himself for not being perfect on the first attempt.

But that was not it.

He was staring at the mark he'd created, the slightest tinting of skin that would eventually look like the imprint of his fingers. In all the times he'd intentionally hit you before, this had not effected him. But, then.. Usually you were in your full hero uniform, which covered you completely in black fabric. He could recall, sickeningly, how he'd refused to look at your face if he'd blemished it. He'd just denied it until now.

And the fact you were asking him to do it again had him wanting to choke the life out of you.

This time, his sigh is audible as its growled through his closed teeth. His tenacity wins over, and he goes for another attempt at immobilizing your arm. He puts more force behind it to spite his emotions, going a little overboard on purpose--this was training after all. A loud noise of effort leaves his lungs, and with his attack you're sent stumbling forward.

He regrets the decision for a moment as he watches you recover--but you took the hit well, like you always did. No noise, not even a gasp. You circle back around on him, holding your shoulder.

"Got it that time." You say, massaging the muscle with your thumb and index finger. "Do you think you're ready to move on?"

Move on? What the hell else was there? He glowers at you openly, teeth a little visible beneath his casual snarl. "Move on to what?" His voice doesn't quite reflect his face as he says it. Instead of impatient, it sounds genuinely like a complaint.

It catches you off guard. Had he not said, 'I'll learn them all' not five minutes ago?

"...Well, you need to be capable of hitting a moving target. I figured we could do a little spar, close quarters style. You go for my shoulder, and I try to avoid you." You continue to massage the area with your opposing arm, bringing life back to the nerve endings. Just another few seconds or so--

"I already took out your arm, don't you think we aught to give it a rest?"

Now it was your turn to glower. This was all getting a little too weird--and it was starting to scare you.

"I can take a hit Bakugou." To prove your point, you fold your arms over your chest. It's stiff, but it complies. "What is it?"

"What is what?" He retorts, ignoring your first point entirely.

"Whatever it is that's making you act differently." Your tone comes out unexpectedly sad, and once you successfully catch his gaze, you hold it. It was an invitation for the truth--one you could predict would only slap you in the face. You might have managed to end up a little bit closer to him than anyone else in the class, but you had never actually heard him spill his guts to you. His acceptance had been the smallest, subtlest, of actions.

"I'm not acting differently, Twinkle Toes. Just, whatever--let's do this then, since you're fine." He bends at the knees, widening his stance like he's ready to fight.

...Since I'm fine? It's actually a little insulting. Maybe he was feeling inferior because you were training him. That must be it. That would explain him not wanting to be here--he was regretting his decision.

Or maybe, Katsuki just wanted some reprieve from the torture you were putting him through. The idea of getting any closer than he was right now made his limbs feel weird. Weak. Tingly.

Ugh, he hated it!

"...Whenever you're ready." You didn't push him further about it--you wouldn't give him the pleasure of it. It'd only end in him blowing you off and storming out.

(You'd be lying if you said you weren't looking forward to blowing off some steam by throwing some jabs in yourself.)

He lunges first, grabbing your wrist to pull you around and open your back to him. You use the momentum of his pull to flip over his arm, landing at his back. Using both hands, you push at him between his shoulder blades--and you're grinning.

He stumbles, surprised you'd made it behind him so fast. "You little shit.." He mutters, before he's whirling around and going at you again. He's grinning too.

There had been a tension building up inside him since entering the gym. And deep down, between the punches and dodges and the sweat building on his brow--it was still there. But for now, all he wanted was for this moment to carry on forever. After breaking the ice, you had recharged him. All the pent up frustration was slowly leaving him in the motions, and he felt comfortable and free and light.

He wondered if you noticed. On the rare occasion that you didn't appear beside him, he would appear beside you. When none of the agencies reached out to you, he made it a point to ask for your help on certain missions with the agency that chose him--which, lead to a letter appearing in Aizawa's inbox.

He'd acted oblivious, and even complained, when you showed up for your first day. Then made sure to exhibit just how well the two of you could work together, so they wouldn't split you two apart for very long.

It wasn't that he felt the need to take care of you. It was how much he trusted you.

It was how light you made him feel when you stood next to him. Like you had silently agreed to take on the weight of the world along side him. You expected nothing, but had endearingly been there through everything--unconditionally. A rival, a comrade, a partner--a friend.

Friend...

The thought pierces through the fog of endorphins--and he finds himself on the floor. The both of you had ditched the original plot and were practically wrestling now; you digging a knee into his back with one of his hands being twisted at the wrist and the other above his head.

He chuckles darkly, "Really? You aught to know better than that Twinkle Toes." He emphasizes the nickname, an endearment given based on your tendency for lightness when you fought--bopping around your enemies, dancing in and out of danger.

With brute strength alone (although its a massive effort not to use his quirk) he pushes up from the ground and knocks you backwards--but he manages to grab you with his calves, and after he's rolled you both forward--he has you pinned to the floor.

"Hah..heh--" He's about to say something about how much stronger he was, how this was easy--but it dies in his throat. That pressure, that feeling from before bubbles back up to the surface as his eyes flicker across your face.

You're laughing.

Like everything about you, it was quiet. He'd heard you snicker before, heard you force a laugh at Denki's jokes, heard you giggle nervously when trying (and failing) to gossip with Ururaka and Tsu and Momo.

But this was melodious. True and unfiltered laughter. And he cursed inwardly, for not having cared to seek it before in the two years he had known you.

You'd never let go before. Ever. Not once, since you had started on your path to end Head Honcho, not since your best friend had died in the hands of his lackeys in front of you--it was like; if you let go of your tight view on reality, you would just fall apart in the chaos.

But when you had made your declaration of war with Katsuki, the fist that held you by the throat let go. You allowed yourself to get lost in the moment and let the world beyond you and him become blurry and obsolete. All of your suppressed child-hood came tumbling out of your lungs at once, as tears pricked your eyes and giddiness made your arms weak.

It's when you notice his expression that you still, and the weight of reality crushes your chest.

His eyes are wide, his mouth just the slightest bit ajar. His hands at your wrists are loose, and his proximity has the tempo of your heart doing the tango. He's not snarling, not grinning, not anything--

Something had changed. The paradigm shifted.

You couldn't focus on the ticking of the clock above the door of the gym. Nor could you see the trees through the windows in your peripheral. You couldn't smell the usually pungent rubber of the floor mats, couldn't taste the humidity of Japan's spring air.

All you could sense was him.

Him.

Your anchor.

The boy who's heart was begging him to move. Just a little bit closer. He wanted to capture your laughter in his mouth. He wanted to know what your skin felt like when he wasn't practicing punches or jabs against it, or pushing it away.

His head dips lower, and he feels the small puffs of your air against his face. His eyelids begin to droop as his dilating pupils fixate on your lips.

His nose touches yours first, and he hears the quietest little gasp escape from your mouth. It causes his chest to quake and his grip on your wrists to tighten. He swallows as the pressure builds to a peak--and he finally gives in.

His eyes close over and he brushes his lips against yours--

The obnoxiously loud standard ring-tone of Kastuki's agency-intern issued smart-phone goes off like a nuclear bomb.

In a rush of adrenaline, the blonde breaks through his drunken stupor to reach for it in his back pocket--still above you, still pinning you to the floor with his other arm.

"Yeah, what is it?" He gruffs into the phone, not bothering with pleasantries. He's staring off into space, towards the window.

"Mm."

You crane your neck a little, trying to listen in. Everything was warm, and it was really hard to concentrate..

The sigh that escapes him sounds so disappointed, you'd dare say he looked cute.

"Don't bother, she's with me. We'll be there in a sec." There's a voice still going on the other side of the call when he pads the End Call button with his thumb. He shoves it back in his pocket, then finally rises up from the ground.

"What--" You start, but you're surprised to find him offering his hand to help you up.

Honestly, the realization that he had just been about to kiss you seemed insignificant compared to this gesture.

"C'mon. They called an emergency meeting."

And like being splashed with cold water, you were back to being wide awake. You take his hand, and opt to leave your jacket on the bench across the room. You would come back for it later.

"Let's go."

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