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kiribaku-queen · 3 years

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Could we please have an insecure!reader x Bokuto! (Also Todoroki x reader but separately if that’s okay?) where she starts to slowly starts to compare herself to all the fangirls and the girls that confess to them? So she slowly starts to distance herself, then meets up with then to break up. But when she says she wants to break up the boys are like “do you not love me anymore, what happened” then she basically goes on a spiel about how much better he would be with one the fangirls and just straight up says she looks like the trash but of course she still loves him. So then the boys reassure her that she’s the only one he wants and that she is perfect and blah blah blah and it’s just a nice happy ending basically :)

It’s Always Been You

Pairing: Bokuto x reader

Angst, Fluff

Word count: 3.1K

A/N: I’M BACK! I’m starting to get back into the groove of things while juggling my work but hopefully, I’ll be able to start that new series soon! Let me tell yall, when I finished plotting out and detailing everything I want to happen in this series, it was 11 pages long.... like what?

Anyway, I love love loved this prompt. It actually made me feel sad inside. I hope it wasn’t too rushed. Also, I just wanted to do Bokuto since I have a lot on my plate, writing wise so i hope that is okay! Thank you to whoever sent this in and I hope you are satisfied with this! Happy reading! (if you want to know more about my next series, DM me! I really want to talk about it LOL)

“Kotarou-kun!” you bellowed your boyfriend’s name from the stands. You would always go to Bokuto’s volleyball practice whenever you could. You had your own club activities so you couldn’t always be there to cheer him on. But when you would, Bokuto would be jumping with joy, trying new moves just to impress you. You were already impressed with the achievements he made this past year, one being the top 5 spikers in all of Japan. But he somehow still thinks that there’s more wow factor in him for you. When Bokuto hears his name fall from your lips, he automatically whips his head and gives you the widest smile.

“(y/n)!” he sings your name, waving both hands in the air. Bokuto was so distracted by you that he didn’t see that ball coming straight for him. Luckily, it missed him but just a hair. But now his team was upset that they just lost a point thanks to him. Thank god this was just practice and not an actual game. You’d never live that one down. You could see Bokuto rubbing the back of his head, embarrassed, as his team continued to scold him to pay attention.

Spike after spike after spike after spike, you were amazing at how many times Bokuto could spike the ball down without getting tired. If that was you, you would surely break both your ankles. You leaned on the railing, admiring how hardworking and how much effort he put in his sport. You’ve never met anyone more dedicated than the man who was dominating the court by just standing there.

“This one’s for…” Bokuto starts as he jumps in the air with exceptional form. You smile fondly because you know what’s about to happen. “(Y/N)!!!” he dedicates his spike to you, yelling with his whole chest and smacks the ball on the other side of the court. With the widest smile and a big thumbs up, Bokuto faces you after his great feat. His teammates clearly embarrassed with his antics. It’s practice, for crying out loud. But Bokuto didn’t care what anyone else thought. He was going to shower you with love and affection to show everyone just who captured his heart.

You giggle to yourself. You loved this side of Bokuto. In the beginning of your relationship, you admit that it was embarrassing. He was just so extra with his affection that you didn’t know how to take it. But day by day, you learned to accept and love all the things he does for you. His smile, his laugh, his iconic ‘hey, hey, hey’ line, and even when he dedicates certain moves to you. But you weren’t the only one to admired him. No, his fangirls were also in love with that. Speaking of fangirls…

When practice was over, you made your way down the bleachers and over to your boyfriend, but when the team came into sight, Bokuto was already surrounded by a herd of fangirls.

“Bokuto-san, you were super cool today!”

“Can you show me how to play?”

“Are you thirsty? Here, I bought you some water!”

“Do you need a towel?”

“Can we feel your muscles?”

Bokuto looked uncomfortable, to say the least. You stayed behind the crowd of girls, giving him some space with his fans. He sees you immediately and gives you an apologetic look. You shake your head, insinuating that it was okay. Because it honestly was. You can’t be mad at him for having adoring fans. It was natural if he was going to play professionally. And this is nothing if he was to really play on a pro volleyball team. So you could take it. Bokuto continues to interact with the girls while to watch them, waiting until he’s ready to leave.

You could see him trying to make his way through the crowd to get to you, but surprisingly, his fans were pretty strong. They refused to let him leave, no matter how many times he said he had to go. But again, you were willing to be patient.

“Look, ladies. I’d love to stay and talk, but I have someone waiting on me,” Bokuto tried one more time and pointed in your direction. All their heads whipped around to you, not looking too happy. Their stares burned at you, scaring you a bit at how vicious they could look. With them distracted, Bokuto was able to slip out of their circle and by your side.

“Shall we go?” he looked down at you, love back in his eyes. You nod and Bokuto automatically wraps his hand around your shoulders, leading you out of the court.

As you pass by the group of girls who were still staring daggers at you, you heard their whispers. You weren’t sure if they were saying it on purpose or if it was because it was the truth, but they were speaking loud enough for you to overhear.

“What does he see in her?”

“Do you see her bare face? Does she not care that she looks homeless?”

“It’s because her face is bumpy, so if she wore makeup it would look cakey.”

“No, even if she did wear makeup, it would look so bad because she doesn’t know how to put it on.”

“God, she’s so boring!”

“Her hair isn’t even done.”

“It’s like she purposely trying be a loser.”

“And do you see how her rolls are spilling out of her shirt? Embarrassing!”

You tightened your grip on your skirt. Were they really talking about you? The entire time Bokuto was walking you home, you were looking down and thought about all those comments that they made. Mean as they were, maybe they were right? You didn’t wear any jewelry. It would only get in the way. You don’t do your hair, but you didn’t think it was that messy. You liked it the way it was. No, you don’t wear makeup. Not only do you not have time in the morning, but you only use it for special occasions. Fat? Maybe you were putting on a few pounds, but you and Bokuto like to eat. It’s his fault that you look bigger than normal. Is this what people think about you? Is this was people say behind your back? You looked down at your stomach and held it shyly. Thinking about those comments just made you upset. But did Bokuto think that way? You look up at him and he’s all happy like normal. He hasn’t said that you should change anything, but maybe that’s just him being polite. But that was going to change.

After dropping you off, you went straight to your room and dug up everything you could find: makeup, clothes, jewelry, accessories, curling iron, straightener. You put everything on your counter and got to work. You were going to look pretty for once.

First, you applied your makeup. Dramatic or subtle? What do most of the girls wear at school? After a quick search, subtle it is. You admit, you weren’t the best at makeup, but it’s not like you’ve never put it on before. You just needed a little practice and this was a good opportunity. After maybe 30 minutes of applying what you thought looked like good makeup skills, you moved onto the hair. You tried something that you normally never do. Up or down? Curly or straight? Extensions or nah? God, so many options. So again, you looked at what the other girls were doing. Looking back in the mirror, you smiled at yourself. Not too bad, if you do say so yourself! You were going to wake up early tomorrow and do exactly this. Bokuto was in for a big surprise.

A big surprise, he was. Bokuto waited outside your house like he did every day. You were running a little late but he didn’t mind waiting.

“Sorry I’m late. I was doing something real quick!” you announced and presented yourself in front of your boyfriend. As soon as Bokuto laid eyes on you, he felt his heart fly out of his chest and then back again because he had to be alive to see how stunning you looked. His mouth flew open but he couldn’t form any words. His eyes grew as wide as saucers and looked up and down. He didn’t want this picture of you out of his mind.

As shocked as Bokuto was, you didn’t take his reaction the right way. Did he not like it? Why wasn’t he saying anything? You know that your look might be different than normal, but he acts like you’re a totally different person. The longer that he stared at you, the more ridiculous you looked. But what were you going to do now? It was too late to change and you were going to be late to school.

“Let’s go!” you urged, hooking your arms together and pulled him along to walk with you. You acted like his reaction didn’t affect you, but inside you were disappointed.

As the day went on, you couldn’t help but feel subconscious about your new look. Your friends said that they loved the new you, but Bokuto’s opinion mattered the most to you. Because you knew that he would tell you the truth no matter what.

In between classes, you look either go to the bathroom or look at your phone, wherever there was a mirror so that you could look at yourself. Your make up started melting and fading away, your hair wasn’t as kept like this morning. Slowly, your new look made you look like a clown. And the more you looked, the more you started to see your flaws. Now you could understand what those girls were saying. Fuck.

Tears welled in your eyes that you rubbed away the tears. But in the process of doing that, you wiped off the makeup that you forgot you had on, the makeup that took you so long to do. It all smeared across your eyes and that made you cry even more. Now you were forced to take your makeup off. You turned on the tap and rubbed all the foundation, the eye shadow, the blush, and the lipstick away. There, your ugly bare face was back.

Since you were doing that, might as well fix your hair. Pulling your hair all the way back, you put it into a bun. You stared at yourself in the mirror again. Homeless. Ugly. Bare faced. Fat. You could see it all. The realization hit you like a ton of bricks and you began to cry uncontrollably. God, you felt so embarrassed with yourself.

Bokuto immediately saw the difference in appearance when he saw you at the end of the day. Your shoulders were slouched over, your head was hung low, not to mention that your new look disappeared.

“Hey, hey, hey,” Bokuto said softly. “What happened to your new look?”

“Oh,” you jolted up. His concerned gaze made you feel uncomfortable and even more insecure about your looks. “It was bothering me, so I took it off.” You lied. And it was a good lie because he believed it without a second thought.

“If it bothers you, maybe you shouldn’t wear it to school,” Bokuto suggested. Oh, so he’s basically saying that you shouldn’t dress like that because he’s embarrassed by you. Your confidence levels just reached a new low.

“Yeah, I probably won’t,” you say discouraged and quickly walk away from him. Bokuto didn’t know what to say. Why did you look so sad?

The next day, you transitioned back into your normal outfit. You felt more comfortable but your body and the way you looked to other people was always in the back of your mind. You became so distracted by the idea that you began to distance yourself from the volleyball player.

You went to his practices but didn’t make yourself known anymore. Little by little each day, you let the fangirls take over. So he’ll spend most of his time with them instead of you. It was probably better like that anyway. The more you looked at them from afar, the more you could see the difference between you guys. You were just an ordinary student with an ordinary life with ordinary looks. There really wasn’t anything special about you. There wasn’t anything about you that stood out. Compared to these girls that were flocking all around your boyfriend? Beautiful girls. Their looks were out of this world. You could never compare to them. So why was Bokuto with you when he could have anyone he wanted? He was popular, athletic, goofy, strong. Every girl’s dream guy. It doesn’t make sense that you, a plain girl, was his girlfriend. A match that probably wasn’t meant to be.

Bokuto noticed that you were being distant. Eventually, you stopped going to his practices. Every day, he would look for you in the stands but you were never there. Whenever he has free time and wanted to spend it with you, you were also too busy or had some place to be. He never saw you anymore. You didn’t even want to walk to and from school together. He couldn’t fathom what he did wrong. He thought he treated you well. He thought that he did his best to show you that you mean so much to him. So what was going on?

Bokuto stopped by your house one day after practice because does not like how you were avoiding him. He was going to figure out what was wrong whether you continue to avoid him or not.

“Oh, is (y/n) home?” Bokuto asked your mother who opened the door instead of you. Strange, were you not home yet?

“Oh, Kotarou. No, she isn’t home yet. Would you like to wait inside? She should be home any minute now,” your mother informed, opening the door a little wider to let him in. He gladly accepted and stepped into your welcoming home. Your mother let Bokuto make himself at home and that is just what he did. He went to your room and waited for you there.

When you arrived home, you greeted your mother with a kiss on her cheek and headed for your room when your mom stopped you in your tracks.

“Oh, your boyfriend is waiting for you upstairs, dear,” your mother said. You completely froze. Your heart started to race and cold sweat ran down your back. Shit. What was he doing here? After all this time, you thought you were doing well by keeping your distance but now he shows up out of nowhere, catching you off guard. Reluctantly, you opened the door to your bedroom and sure enough, Bokuto was standing there not looking too happy.

“Kotarou,” you say but didn’t have a clue what to say after. What could you say?

“(y/n),” Bokuto sighs and walks to you. But you backup, making Bokuto frustrated. “What is going on with you? First, you don’t come to my practices. Then, you stop talking to me. You don’t even want to walk with me to school anymore. Did I do something wrong? Because if I did, just tell me so I can fix it.”

“No, you didn’t do anything wrong,” you admit, but now Bokuto was confused.

“If I didn’t do anything, then why are you acting like towards me? Are you mad at me?”

“No.”

“Did I say something that hurt your feelings?”

“No.” Question after question, you kept saying no. Everything that he thought he did, you answered no. You weren’t giving him any information to help him understand what was going on. All you did was stand by the door, head down and you fiddled with your fingers. Bokuto was beyond frustrated. He put his hands on his waist and let out a deep sigh.

You couldn’t see him but you could definitely hear him and feel the ambiance in the room. He was upset at you. He had every right to. But now his reaction made you feel even worse about yourself that you just wanted to cuddle up in bed and literally just forget about everything. Maybe today was the today.

“If you’re so frustrated, why don’t you just break up with me?” you opened your mouth to say. Silence.

All of Bokuto’s anger and frustration dissipated and was replaced with hurt and betrayal. The moment those words left your mouth, his stomach dropped and the pain in his heart hit him so deep that he had to take a step back.

“Baby, why are you saying that?” his voice softens in the most pained toned you’ve ever heard. Guilt starts to eat at you for saying that, but cat’s out of the bag now. You don’t answer him and continue to stare down at your feet. He gets closer and you allow him to take your hands in his.

“I’m just trying to understand. Why are avoiding me? Why are you saying that we should break up?” he asks, trying to look you in the eyes. You shrug your shoulders but don’t say anything. But that’s okay because Bokuto was going to give you all the time in the world that you need to answer back. And it took you a long while before you should say anything.

“It’s because… I think you can find someone better,” you mumble in a whisper.

“Why do you think that?” Bokuto matches your tone. You shrug again.

“I don’t know. I see all those girls around you. And they’re all so pretty and thin. I’m nothing compared to them. And then I started thinking, and… you’re way out of my league. You could do so much better if you were with someone like-”

“Do you love me?” Bokuto cuts you off.

“Yeah,” you answer anyway. “But I don’t think we look good as a couple.”

“I don’t care what other people think. I love you and only you. I picked you. Every practice, every game, I’m looking for you. Whenever I see you, my day brightens up. When I see you, I feel like I can play my best. You are my strength and my motivation. You are the only one that sticks out in a crowd full of people. You’re perfect and don’t let those other people tell you otherwise.” Bokuto lifts your chin up so that you could tell that he meant every word. Your lower lip forms a pout and silent tears streaked your cheeks. His face softens at you. Gosh, even when you’re crying and snot is coming out of your nose, you’re still so cute to him.

“You really mean it?” you cry.

“Yes, you cry baby. Now come here,” he scoops you up and lays you on the bed to cuddle. “So don’t you ever say that to me again, or I’ll quit volleyball.” He threatens. Upon hearing that, you freak out and convince that he shouldn’t. He’s laughing out loud and kisses you all over.

“Ah, I love you too much,” he says content and you cuddle for the rest of the evening.

#bokuto imagine #bokuto x reader #bokuto kotartou #haikyuu bokuto #haikyuu imagine #haikyuu fluff #haikyuu angst #bokuto fluff #bokuto angst #haikyuu

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wishingtobeinadifferentuniverse · 3 years

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My Lady (Boromir x Fem!Reader)

Warnings: Fluff, fighting

Word Count: 1719

Requested: @thespiritoflife

A/N I really liked writing this, and I hope you enjoy it! I figure it was about time to write for Boromir. For some reason, my first thought went to the Rohan, I don’t know why, so yeah, enjoy a person from Rohan falling for the captain of Gondor lol. Also, screw canon, Boromir lives y'all.

“So, this is the Captain I’ve been hearing about lately, fighting in all those battles,” I leaned over the counter, handing a mug to the rugged, handsome man across from me. He shook his dirty blond hair out of his face, smiling.

“I suppose that would be me,” He said modestly. “But really, you should see my companion Aragorn in action, he is the best out of everyone.” I was surprised with the way he talked about this other person, rather than talking about himself. Most of the men I have talked to were like that. I looked into his eyes, searching for any hint of malice or dishonesty, but he was being truthful. He meant it. I was surprised, but after all, I should expect nothing less from a man of honor.

I smiled cheekily. “Well, I guess I should then. Tell me, a fine man like yourself must have a sweet lady at home. She’s very lucky to have someone like you,” I blurted out without thinking.

He choked a little on his drink and wiped his mouth before smiling again. “Well my lady, you would be surprised to hear that this is not the case. I wish I had something like that, but not just one that sits at home.” He winked, and I hid a giggle, still embarrassed about what I said.

“Now, go enjoy your drink, Captain.” The minute he turned around, I cursed myself for being so forward. This was one of the reasons I wasn’t married yet, and my mother definitely liked to tease me about it. Very well, I went back to cleaning mugs, as the joyous noise swelled. Everyone was celebrating, for good reason, after all, these men helped to save us from ruin and despair. It was terrifying at Helm’s Deep, all of us women and children were shoved into the caves. Well, most of them...

The night began to draw to a close as the noise dwindled down. But there was still the hint of celebration in the air, and I smiled for the sake of it. A few people came back for their last drinks, and drunken steps followed. One person came back, that I had hoped to not see again. Alas, the Captain of Gondor stopped in front of me, not quite taken by drink and exhaustion.

“Enjoyed the party?” I asked, cleaning up the last of the drinks. He grinned and nodded. “Glad to hear it,” I said, avoiding his gaze. I was still embarrassed about what happened earlier, and I really hoped it wouldn’t come up.

Instead, he brought up something else. “I never got your name,” he said, moving his hand on top of mine. My stomach flipped over, how was his touch so intoxicating? I barely knew him.

I swallowed the butterflies, and replied confidently, “My name is y/n. And I must admit, I have heard so much about you, but I’m not even sure as to what your name might be. It is Boromir, am I correct?”

“Yes, that would be me. Y/n, such a beautiful name.” He spoke thoughtfully, and my breath caught in my throat. We talked a bit more, but I slowed the conversation down.

I withdrew my hand from his and went back to cleaning mugs. I couldn’t get involved with him, he was basically a prince after all. An emotion I couldn’t quite interpret flashed through his face, but he quickly stood up, understanding I wanted to be alone.

“Well, my lady y/n, I do hope we meet again.” He nodded his head and walked away.

As soon as he turned a corner, I slumped down behind the counter. I knew that I could not be with him. I was just a woman of Rohan, nothing else. But there were so few men like him. Far too many would look down upon me, and there were only a few that would be respectful. But he was something completely different. It was such a short conversation, but I already regretted sending him away. At this point, there was nothing left I could do.

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Death. Destruction. The ruins of Gondor loomed over me. Eowyn is missing. So many dead. I whirled around, trying my best to defend myself. Exhaustion wore me down. An orc hit me from behind, sinking its blade into my arm. I cried out, and with the last strength I had, I sliced its throat. I clutched my arm, trying to stop the blood from running down to my hands. I collapsed, curling up. As the world became dark, I could have sworn I heard someone yelling my name.

My head was ringing as I slowly opened my eyes, adjusting them to the light. I moved sluggishly, still trying to figure out what happened. I felt a cloth around my arm, binding it, and my face felt clean. Free of the blood and dirt that had been caked on it. But where was I? I sat up, breathing in the cool air. It looked like a healing ward, and someone else was here.

“Excuse me? Miss?” I called out to the other woman. She walked over briskly and set some pillows behind my back.

She flittered about, changing my dressings, all the while talking. “Oh I’m so sorry dear, I didn’t see that you were awake yet. I was told to give you the best treatment and to get you your own room, so here we are. I wasn’t sure when you were going to wake up, oh dear me. You should probably lay down for longer, you still have circles under your eyes. My you had a bunch of blood on you. I was so surprised to see such a young lady like yourself in such a horrid place. Bad luck I say, bad luck. Although I am so old, I have seen so much, but not something like this!” She babbled on, much to my amusement. She was a mother hen, pecking and poking into other’s business. But she was sweet.

I interrupted her on another spiel, trying to get a straight answer. “I’m sorry, but who gave you these orders, to take care of me and such? I don’t mean to pry, I just want to know. Also, do you know how long this will take? I need to find some people.”

She smiled. “Oh dear, you have a lot in store for you. You’re fine to go walk around and find some people. However, I do suggest you take the path to the gardens, it is quite beautiful.” She winked, and exited the room, leaving the door open. I was slightly stunned, this was a lot to take in. I could not tell what she was hinting at though.

I pulled on some shoes and slowly began my way down. It was a clear path to where I was supposed to go, but I hesitated. What was with all this secrecy? I felt a knot in my stomach as I continued, wary of my surroundings. I knew there were no orcs, but something seemed off.

I turned a corner and heard a voice I did not expect. “I see your injuries have begun healing. I am glad to see it.” Boromir spoke softly, his gaze moving over me.

“Boromir?” I whispered, shocked to see him. “Wh-what is this? What’s going on?” He motioned me to sit next to him on the bench, and I did, a healthy distance away from him.

“I found you. On the field. I didn’t believe it was you at first, I thought my eyes were deceiving me, trying to give me what I wanted most. But it truly was you, and you were lying there, still, bleeding. I assumed the worst. I know we don’t know each other that well, so it must seem odd for me to care so much. But dear, you mean so much to me. More than you know. I’m not mad like the others for you being out there. I admire your bravery and the skills it must’ve taken to slay all the orcs around you. I wasn’t there, but based on the number of bodies around you, I would assume that would be your work. Well, I’m going on and on here, but what I’m really trying to say is, stay. Stay here, with me.” Boromir took a breath, his cheeks full of color.

At this point, my stomach was exploding, I could feel that I was shaking a little. Sure, it wasn’t some love confession, but I didn’t need that from him. The fact that he wanted me to stay was enough.

“I think I will stay, as long as we can visit Rohan often,” I said nervously. His cheeks grew even darker, and he held my hand and pressed the lightest kiss to it. I giggled, and he drew me into a warm hug. I nestled into his chest, hearing his heartbeat. Now, this is what I was missing out on this entire time.

“Wait,” I said, remembering what had happened at Helm’s Deep, what I hadn’t told anyone. “There is something you should know.”

Boromir cocked an eyebrow, obviously confused. “What do you mean?” He asked.

I looked down. “I, uh, might not have been in the caves with everyone else. In fact, do you remember the soldier that you saved from the spear? That might have been me. Possibly.” I smiled, and his face brightened.

“Oh yes, I know exactly who you’re talking abo- wait a minute. That was you? My lady, you are a brilliant warrior. The spear was a minor setback, you did amazing that night.” He gushed, and I grinned at how sweet he was being.

“Boromir, this does not bother you? That I was out fighting? That I, a woman, was part of a battle?” I questioned.

He started laughing, his smile lighting up his eyes. He really was handsome. “No dear, not at all. In fact, it makes things even better. You are an amazing fighter and an amazing person. No, it doesn’t bother me one bit.”

The sun moved through the clouds, the rays hitting us perfectly. We sat and joked in the warmth all afternoon, forgetting the looming war for just a little bit.

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#Boromir x reader #boromir #boromir x you #boromir x y/n #lotr #lotr writing

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megsmulti · 3 years

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Day 2: “If we don’t get out of here-” “We will!”

First off, before I begin, I just want to give a special thank you to @fighterkimburgess for introducing me to this rare, but beautiful, ship. I know you’re going through some things right now, so I hope this puts a smile on your face!

This takes place around s3 of Med, around the time when Sarah Reese’s father comes to Chicago.

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Sarah Reese was not having a good day. Or week as far as she was concerned. Her father came back into town and at first, she was elated to see him, but now that she found out that he’s supposedly a psychopath, how was she supposed to feel about all of this?

She had a patient waiting up in the psych ward, so she decided to take the elevator because she was almost late and she didn’t want to keep them waiting any longer. However, someone else wanted to take the elevator as well.

“Dr. Reese,” Connor said.

“Dr. Rhodes,” Sarah replied.

“How are things with your dad going?” He was the doctor that was working on the man’s heart after all, so it never hurt to check in.

“Oh, same ol, same ol.” A ding sound was heard and the elevator opened. Connor let Sarah go first, being ever the gentleman. There was no one else coming, so it looks like it will be just the two of them heading up to where they needed to go.

The elevator was working fine and dandy for about a minute or so until it started moving frantically and the lights were flickering all over the place, jerking both of them around.

“Whoa!”

“What the hell?” Connor muttered. The elevator suddenly stopped. “Great, just great!” He slammed his hand on one side. “Of course, on the day I have a huge surgery planned!” The lights came back on.

“I’m sorry, Connor.”

“Don’t be. It’s not your fault.” He looked up at the ceiling. “Looks like it’s just the two of us for a while.” Sarah nodded. Boy, did the day just get longer.

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About half an hour passed since Connor and Sarah got trapped in the elevator. They tried everything, including pressing buttons on the panel, (yes, they did call the fire department without a phone signal) to finding weird and obscure ways out. Obviously, they were unsuccessful.

“I swear to god, if we don’t get out of here-” Connor said, patience running way past thin now.

“We will!” Sarah replied. Neither one of them could blame the other for being on edge. Their patients were probably worried sick and it’s all because a damn elevator decided to be stubborn.

Connor leaned on the side wall and sat down. He figured if he was gonna be stuck inside this thing for a while, he might as well rest while doing so.

“Sarah, I’m sorry I’m springing all of my anger onto you.” She didn’t seem worried about it in the slightest. “It’s just that every time a surgery of mine gets canceled for some reason, Dr. Bekker ends up gloating about hers when she gets done with the patient she was working on.” Sarah just looked at him, seeing if he’ll say more. “I’m just tired of it. Tired of needing to prove myself to be validated. I’ve already had enough of that throughout my life as it is.”

“I understand.” Connor looked up. “What you’re going through.” He was confused. “I lied earlier when you asked me how things with my dad were going.”

“Well, how are they going?”

Sarah sighed. Looks like it was her turn to confide in him. “Not that great. Apparently, Dr. Charles received a package that contained newspaper clippings of women that went missing. My dad taught in those exact same cities on the exact same days of those incidents.” Connor widened his eyes, not liking where this was going. “Come to find out he murdered them.” She was in tears at this point and he wasn’t sure what to do. “I didn’t know about all of this until a few days after he got the package.”

“God, Sarah. No one deserves to go through that.” Sarah swears she’s heard that message a million times before. She knew Connor meant well, but that sentence gets old real fast. “How do you feel about all of this?”

“That’s the thing, I don’t know. I don’t know whether to be angry at my dad for killing innocent women and being some kind of deranged lunatic or whether to be mad at Dr. Charles for keeping something this important from me for so long.”

“Just go with your gut.” Connor’s really piling on the wisdom today, isn’t he? “Go with your gut and see where it takes you.” He added on a light smile at the end of his spiel.

“I’m also worried that I’ll end up a psychopath.”

“Sarah, if I know anything about you, it’s that you are super loyal to your patients. I know damn well that you didn’t stop until you got a diagnosis on Robin when she was sick. You were the only person I trusted to be her psychiatrist because I know you would shoot me straight and not give me pity like everyone else would’ve.”

“Really?”

“Yeah. You’re also willing to step up to the plate and help out when needed, even if the patient isn’t yours. That’s the kind of person you are and I am so happy and grateful to be friends with that person.” Connor full well knew what was going on inside Sarah’s head. He was telling her that she won’t end up like her father. It’s the same message that he’s been trying to tell himself for years.

“Thanks, Connor. I know you weren’t planning on being a therapist to a psychiatrist of all people, but I needed that.” He laughed. Leave it to Connor Rhodes to make you feel better even when he’s not in the best of moods himself.

Both of them heard a noise outside the elevator. Tools were being inserted inside and a lieutenant was barking orders at his crew. CFD must have showed up and they weren’t paying attention. Within minutes, the door to the elevator opened and they were able to get out. Everyone in the ED crowded around, worried about their friends.

Connor & Sarah might not have been super close, but it took the two of them being stuck in an elevator to feel like more than that. Not more than platonic, but closer than ever before. Their friendship is not going to be taken for granted again, that’s for sure.

#one chicago #chicago med #sarah reese #connor rhodes #rheese #rheese fanfic #this is not dr bekker bashing i love her #ocweek2021 #megan’s fics

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1kook · 5 years

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skirt chasers

jjk x (f) reader

summary “Baggy clothes are in, but you wouldn’t know that, Miss I Draw Inspiration From Catholic School Girls.” tags f2l, triple texting king kook, ncampus crush kook who is also the weird gamer boy, the skirt aspect is forgotten towards the end tbh, dumbassery is a disease and we are all affected by it, confessions SO CORNY it could be a 2005 teen romcom warnings smut in the form of: unprotected sex, use of mirrors, mostly heavy petting as foreplay I’m sorry, mentions of Jk’s furry ways as a gag kinda, like an unnecessary amount of swearing wc 7.8k

to make a long story short, i saw this nsfw gif and wrote this entire fic between 2 am and 6 am anyway i actually really like how this turned out!! lmk when u think

Part of the ideology behind the pleated skirt was in hopes that buying a new wardrobe would somehow help you rebrand your image around campus. Truthfully, it was kinda too late for that now; you’d been here going on three years, your friends and anyone with eyes could see that the style of clothing you leaned towards favored comfort over fashion. However, someone—it might’ve been Taehyung—had gone on a drunken spiel the other night concerning the importance of presenting oneself via fashion. It wasn’t aimed at you, but it certainly left you wondering.

Which is how you find yourself shivering to the bone now, lingering around the west quad as you wait for Jungkook to come out of an anatomy lab. He’s at that point in the semester where grades mean nothing and everything to him at the same time, so Namjoon’s commissioned you and your other pals to take turns babysitting him once a week to make sure he gets at least some assignments done.

You don’t know where any of you would be without Kim Namjoon.

Anyway, your legs are fucking cold and if this is what it takes to be known as the fashionably cute girl around campus, you’d rather choke. The imaginary sound of your bones rattling is cut off when Jungkook throws the door nearest you open, his big dopey smile engulfing his face the moment he sees you. He barely acknowledges the gaggle of students that follow after him, all calling out a chorus of goodbyes to him, because unlike you Jungkook was the cute, campus boy crush with his suave looks and comfortable fashion. God, if only you could pull off sweats and mustard-stained Venom shirts like him.

“Lets go,” you yawn, hands stuffed deep into the pockets of your long cardigan. Jungkook jogs over, slinging an arm around your shoulders and nearly knocking you into the emergency telephone you’d been brooding by. “You smell sterile again.”Jungkook grins.

“That’s because I was touching dead people again,” he informs you, too giddy for someone who’d probably fingered the fuck out of a gallbladder twenty minutes ago.

“Ew,” you whine, the sudden urge to shove Jungkook and his dead people germs away from you. He cackles in your face, and you wonder again how he single handedly enthralls half the campus population with a laugh like a seagull.

You’ve barely moved ten feet when Jungkook finally notices your vibrating body, and it’s only because you’re nearly convulsing with shivers at this point. “Woah, what are those,” he exclaims, eyes pointedly eyeing your legs.

You know your bare legs are a rare sight when Jungkook has to resolve to overused memes to refer to them.

“They’re my legs, and they’re fucking freezing,” you calmly reply.

Jungkook seems shocked for only a moment longer, and you almost think he’s gotten over it when he suddenly snorts and scares the shit out of you in the middle of the crosswalk. “Why the fuck are you wearing a skirt in this weather, you dinglehead?”

You shove him, and he stumbles over the curb, but you get the feeling he’d do that without you pushing him. Jungkook was clumsier than Namjoon on his bad days. “I’m trying to be fashionable, you hater,” you huff, not even bothering to say thank you when he pulls open the coffee shop door for you. “I shouldn’t have to explain myself to someone who doesn’t even wear the right size shirt.”

Like always, he’s one step ahead of you and hands the cashier his card before you can even reach for your wallet. Next time. “Baggy clothes are in, but you wouldn’t know that, Miss I Draw Inspiration From Catholic School Girls.”

“For your information I bought this from H&M,” you retort, though you can’t hide the flush that warms your cheeks at his comment. “Also, what's the point of working out your hotbod if you’re just gonna hide it under shirts long enough to be a mini-dress, huh? Riddle me that, Jeon.”

You flinch when your bare thigh touches the cold seat of the booth, something Jungkook doesn’t miss. “Your skirt is mad short,” he points out, and you kick his shins.

You’ve already got a Google Doc open on your laptop from last night when you and Jimin had been going ham on a psych essay, but you also have a Fashion Nova cart on another window that’s just begging for you to check out.

“Short skirts are just a concept made by men with lingering eyes to demean and belittle women who don’t submit to their every want and need.”

“Oh my god,” he groans, and you watch him muffle a laugh into his palm as he gets his own work out. “Do you think I’m gonna pull the meninist card out on you and call you a slut or something?”

You fake gasp, eyes wide and shocked as you give him your best disappointed face. “Jeon, how could you? I expected better from you.”

This time he does laugh, a dorky sound unlike his witch cackle from earlier, and you finally let a smile slip. Jungkook was funny, too sweet and kind hearted for his own good. A little dumb, but most cute guys were. He’s one of those guys who thinks girls are nice to him out of their own free will, and not because they’re trying to bag the campus hottie.

“Seriously,” he says once he’s pulled his fat anatomical reference book out, stuffed to the brim with worn scientific essays he’d printed out, and pictures he’d taken at every single one of his visits to the cadaver lab. His voice is earnest and genuine when he speaks again. “You can wear whatever you want, I was just curious about the skirt ‘cause you normally wear things past the knee and elbow.”

When he puts it like that you kinda sound surprisingly conservative.

You shrug, tapping away at your computer as if the sight of you in anything other than what he said isn’t really weird. “Just thought I’d try something new. Why, does it look too weird?” Your voice suddenly feels meek, and you’re not sure if your cheeks are warm from the chill outside or from something else.

Jungkook shakes his head, coconut hair bouncing from side to side. “Nah, you look cute,” he says, and then, as if an afterthought, adds, “weirdly sexy, too. Like you belong in a Brazzers video?”

“What the fuck, Jungkook,” you groan, sinking your head into your palms.

“What! You asked for my opinion and I gave you it,” he defends, too casual for someone spewing their unwarranted porn knowledge at you. You urge him to do his homework, drink his coffee, anything besides embarrass you further.

He does, but you don’t miss the goofy way he glances under the table one more time.

The pleated skirt makes it’s return three weeks later, this time accompanied by her best friend, the sheer pantyhose.

“Oh, who’s this sexy schoolgirl?” Taehyung exclaims the moment you step into the diner. Your cheeks flush red when the family beside you send you and your friends a disapproving look.

“That’s what I said!” Jungkook says as he gets up to let you slide into the booth. He has this incessant need to be sitting at the end of the booth just in case nature calls in the middle of dinner and he can’t usher the rest of you out fast enough.

(It almost happened once, and the sight of Jungkook shoving Hoseok flat on his ass had been too funny to forget.)

“Wait a minute, is that why you stopped using EOS and started using the Dove shaving cream?” Chaeyoung interrogates from across you. “So you could show off your sexy model legs?”

“No, Dove is just cheaper,” you reply, trying to sound as aloof as possible but if anyone at this table knew you like the back of their hand, it was definitely Chaeyoung. “Why can’t you guys let me live my best life?”

Taehyung scoffs. “Who the fuck are you?”

“Who the fuck are you?” You snap back, but your level of sass can never seem to match his.

“We all know your ‘best life’ would be spent in those fuzzy Cookie Monster pajama pants and one of Kook’s big ass shirts,” he points out, and you hide behind your menu much to everyone’s amusement.

You whine, “why can’t you all just be supportive besties and tell me I look cute?”

“You look gorgeous, babe,” Chaeyoung assures you, gesturing for you to pass her the sugar for her coffee. “It’s just weird seeing your legs out. Almost weirder than if you randomly pulled your tits out right now.”

Behind her, you can see the same mom from the family glaring at you guys. You lower your head in shame.

“For the record, I’m team skirt, but I wouldn’t be opposed to the other,” Jungkook adds after being silent for so long. Taehyung fist bumps him as you slap your hand over your eyes. At this rate you’d rather just put a paper bag over your head.

“We’re sitting on the same side of the table, so you’re supposed to be on my side!” You groan, and Jungkook shrugs mid-milkshake sip.

“I am!” He splutters once he’s gulped down the thick substance. “I just said I was team skirt, did I not?” His scandalized pout twists into the same sneaky little smile he has whenever Taehyung has convinced him and Jimin to do something stupid. “But I’m also a man, and therefore, a skirt chaser,” he winks.

From the other side of the table Taehyung’s eyes twinkle. “Bro, your mind,” he says in awe. He reaches over to shake Jungkook’s hand as if he’s just presented the table with some riveting discovery in the medical field, and the fucker has the nerve to look smug about it too.

“You guys are so stupid,” Chaeyoung whispers right before the server sets her pancakes down.

“Hey, have you seen Joon’s book? He said he might’ve left it—oh, Jesus, fuck sorry,” Jungkook says before whirling around to face the wall.

You turn from your bent over position by your bed where you’d been rummaging around for a book you coulda sworn you stuffed there last week. Jungkook’s blazing cheeks don’t register with you until you realize your favorite skirt is draping over your rear, giving him a clear view of your dorky star-printed panties.

“Kook,” you stammer, quickly jumping to your feet and brushing your hands over your skirt. “H-How’d you get in?” You ask for lack of greeting.

“Um, uh,” Jungkook stutters, eyes laser focused on some point on your wall. “Chaeyoung let me in.”

“Oh,” you say, and then silence falls over the two of you.

Holy shit this was awkward.

Despite being friends for going on three years, you don’t ever remember there being any stale moments between you and Jungkook. You were the type of friends that just clicked, never having gone through that awkward phase before. But you’d also never seen each other in any state less than presentable. (Being drunk at parties did NOT count, and even then, you’ve always been pretty collected.)

To know that he’s seen your ass, covered or not, tilted your Golden Friendship with Jungkook scale extremely off center. Your fingers twiddle at your sides, not really sure if you should mention what just happened or… what?

He coughs, and you snap back to reality. “Um,” he drawls, still not looking at you but at the socks you’d thrown off the second you got home. “Sorry about that,” he apologizes, voice soft and earnest in that Jungkook™ way that made all the girls swoon. “I should’ve knocked before coming in all rude.” He finally gathers the balls to look you in the eye, and the dude looks like a kicked puppy.

“No,” you wave him off, hands fluttering in front of you because standing like some Macy’s holiday mannequin certainly isn’t making this situation any easier. “It’s okay, the skirt—y’know this wouldn’t happen if I just wore pants,” you say, tacking on a self-deprecating laugh. It’s your turn to look away in shame.

Jungkook jumps at your words. “The skirt’s cute!” He basically shouts and you flinch at the sudden increase in his tone. Then you’re both left looking at each other wide-eyed again as he scrambles to assure you it isn’t your fault. “I like it, and it makes your legs look really nice, so don’t-“ he stutters, as if realizing the meaning in his words, “don’t stop wearing it...” he trails off, cheeks rosy. Your mind goes blank.

“R-Really?” You stutter, surprised at his compliment. It’s not like Jungkook never complimented you—dude couldn’t go fifteen minutes without telling his friends how much he loved them—but for some reason it feels different now.

“Yeah,” he assures you. “Makes you look nice, and um. Pretty.”

“Jeon Jungkook telling me I look pretty? Someone call TigerBeat magazine,” you joke, trying to ease the tension somehow. Your chuckle sounds awfully robotic to your ears, but it makes Jungkook crack a smile and that’s all that matters.

“Shut up. You know I’m not friends with ugly people.”

“Wooow,” you laugh, real this time. “How noble of you,” you retort, and he gives you his best snobby expression possible.

“Ya, you’re welcome,” he teases, and then suddenly remembers what he came for in the first place. “Give me Joon’s planner, I know you’re holding it hostage.”

You roll your eyes, and point over to the notebook on your desk that’s absolutely overflowing with sticky notes and bookmarks. “As if I’d want his nerd diary ruining the good vibes in here.”

“These good vibes smell a lot like Bath and Body Works perfumes, you cheapskate,” Jungkook says as he snatches the book off the surface. He’s at the door again, narrowing you with another faux uppity look when he adds, “this is a Victoria’s Secret Bombshell household.”

“Bombshe—you don’t even live here!” You huff in laughter, ushering him down the hall to the front door. He’s half a foot out the door when he suddenly whirls around, making you take a step back in surprise.

“The stars are cute, but I prefer hearts.”

He slams the door shut behind him so fast, that you almost don’t catch the smirk tacked on at the end.

You were many things, but a liar was not one of them. You couldn’t lie to your parents when you were younger and wanted to sneak out, to your teacher when she asked where your homework was, or to your friends when they asked you who you liked. You couldn’t even lie to yourself.

You’ll admit it, there was a time your eyes had lingered a little longer on Jungkook. When you would spend moments tracing the slope of his jawline, and memorizing the twinkle in his eyes. He was devastatingly handsome, and you would be blind not to see it.

But that was before you became close friends—before game nights at Hoseok’s became a regular staple in your schedule, before your little makeshift picnics in the quad, before you all became Park Jimin’s dedicated fan club (it’s a rotating unit consisting of whoever’s able to go to Jimin’s showcases).

Those fantasies of kissing Jungkook and going on dates were stuffed to the back as you became pals. As you’ve mentioned a million times now, Jungkook was the campus dream boy. He was hardly the skirt chaser he made himself out to be, too sweet and romantic for his own good. Besides, there was no need to be when the skirts flocked to him.

He’d had flings, and even girlfriends, in the time you’ve known him, but he rarely mentioned them to his friends. And even though you pushed that teensy crush aside, you still wondered how Jungkook acted with girls he was interested in, if it was the same he treated you and Chaeyoung, or special on an intimate level a platonic friendship could never be.

It’s the middle of the night when you first get a glimpse.

[1:21 am] jk wyd

[1:21 am] you sleeping , u?

[1:22 am] jk same anyway I finally beat world 8 in super Mario bros

[1:25 am] you omg the 1 w dry bowser?? [1:26 am] you wait u said u wouldn’t play w/o me :/

[1:27 am] jk u suck at Luigi and u know it

[1:30 am] you fuck u [1:31 am] you ok but seriously what do u want I have a test tmrw morning and am pretending to be asleep

[1:32 am] jk damn ok can’t I just talk to my friend about my successes [1:33 am] jk but if u must know

[1:33 am] you I must

There’s a lull in messages for a while, and you decide you should finally actually go to sleep, dabbing some spot ointment onto your skin before hopping in bed. You turned off the overhead light long ago, so the only light illuminating you now is the lamp by your bedside. You tap your phone once again right as Jungkook sends another message.

[1:40 am] jk you looked really pretty today

Oh. Your entire body pauses for a moment to process the sudden message, cheeks slowly heating up. You roll your lips in to stop the squeal that threatens to rip itself out of your throat, scrambling for something to type. But it’s the first time he’s randomly thrown something like this on you, and your brain feels like that episode of Spongebob when everything’s on fire.

Before you can send the jumbled letters you’d convinced yourself was acceptable, your phone vibrates with another alert.

[1:42 am] jk I know its weird to say that but I gotta make sure someone told u at least once today

Your heart flutters at the explanation, and you have to slap a hand over your face to get rid of the goody smile that overtakes your features. This time, you’re a little less thrown off and quickly tap out a reply before he can say anything else.

[13:43 am] you thanks kook :) was it the red skirt lol

You’d been experimenting with different skirts lately, quickly growing bored of the black pleated skirt you’d originally worn. Your latest trip to the mall had you coming home with a variety of colors and styles, like the dark red denim one you’d worn today.

[1:45 am] jk no!!!! [1:45 am] jk maybe… [1:46 am] jk ok yes you looked gorgeous

The tiny letters blink back at you, and you set your phone down for a second to smile stupidly at your dark ceiling. You only let yourself wildly kick your legs around for five seconds because Chaeyoung was asleep next door.

[1:47 am] you haha well I’ll make sure to wear it again for u :)

It’s only after you’ve sent the message that the last two words have you stuffing your face into your pillow to hide your embarrassment. Girl, what the fuck!!!

Oh my god, he could’ve just been friendly and polite this whole time. Jimin had said the skirt looked cute on you as well, and you hadn’t responded like this. All it took was a few compliments from Jungkook to have you dopily acting like a clown for his affections.

Before you can scold yourself anymore, your phone vibrates and you have to sit up to retrieve it from where you’d tossed it across the bed.

[1:50 am] jk for me? I’m honored :) [1:51 am] jk anyway get some rest before ur exam!!! [1:51 am] jk night cutie

You squeal, and Chaeyoung kicks your shared wall.

You liked to clown Seokjin for being the president of his fraternity. He was already a stereotypical frat boy, so it wasn’t that hard anyway; he came from money, was ridiculously gorgeous, and played on your school’s soccer team. However, behind that facade he liked to put up, he, too, was infected by the dumbass disease.

“Wait, are those your legs?” He says the moment you step into his frat party. Normally, he wasn’t prone to the same stupid questions that regularly plagued Taehyung and Jungkook (sometimes Namjoon, but everyone had their weak moments), so you deduce that he probably had some alcohol in his system to openly be asking you such a question.

“Yes, now give me whatever’s in that cup,” you brush off, not bothering to stick around to watch him not-so-subtly grope Chaeyoung as she enters behind you. You trust him enough to hand you a drink that hasn’t been roofied, but you’re also aware that Jin drinks like he’s trying to die three times over. One sip has your face scrunching up at the sour bitterness of it all.

There’s a loud cackle of a laugh that you’d recognize anywhere, and you turn to find Jungkook leaning against the staircase banister looking like a wet dream. “Someone lost on their way to Weenie Hut Jr?” he sneers, cheeks a nice rosy color. You flick his forehead.

You don’t bother gracing him with a reply, instead shuffling over so you’re stood side by side observing the party before you. Yoongi’s here, which is an even weirder sight than your legs being out, so you wonder why no one is talking about that. But then you see the way he’s trailing after Seokjin’s cat, Jalapeño, and realize he’s only here to make sure no one hurts her (she’s more important than anyone else here). You honor his service with another sip of Jin’s whatever the fuck mix.

“Wow, getting braver every day, huh?” Jungkook teases after giving you a very intense once over. He’s referring to the skirt you’re wearing, a little black circle skirt that flows around you like the first one you’d worn a couple months ago. Call it a tribute to the one that started it all. You’ve definitely experimented with lengths a little more, the one you’re wearing now brushing just barely below your ass. Appropriate for the frat party, but definitely not for your theology elective.

You hum, stepping aside as a couple makes their way up the stairs. You’re tempted to go tattle on them to Seokjin, but decide against it when you feel Jungkook’s fingers brush against your thigh.

He grins at the surprised little gasp you let out. “Pretty,” he chuckles, deep and seductive in a way you’ve never seen before. You were used to giggly Jungkook, and Jungkook who laughs like the stepmom from Cinderella, but you’d never seen this one before, the Jungkook who looked and laughed like he was straight out of a Calvin Klein campaign.

You giggle like a teenager at his compliment, unsure of what else to do so you settle on chugging Jin’s death drink. You only get a good three gulps in before Jungkook’s tugging the plastic cup away from you and setting it down on the nearest flat surface. “Don’t get all drunk on me now,” he jokes, eyes the teensiest bit glassy. He doesn’t look drunk, and he’s certainly not acting drunk. He might be a little tipsy, you think, because a completely sober Jungkook would never have the balls to tug you closer by the waist like this one does.

Your hands fall flat on his chest, warm beneath the material of his shirt. Not one of his super baggy ones today, but still a bit loose where it could hug his build. “What happened to the little red one? You said you’d wear it for me…” he questions, lips playfully pushing out into a pout.

You struggle to meet his gaze, focusing on the mole beneath his lip instead. “I, um, haven’t got around to washing it,” you stutter, absentmindedly shifting your weight from side to side.

“Really?” Jungkook presses, sounding like he doesn’t believe you at all. After a moment in which he ducks down to catch your gaze, he seems to accept. “That’s fine. This one’s cuter anyway.”

His words are emphasized by his fingers, tracing along the edge of your skirt while purposefully making sure to graze your skin. You shiver, unconsciously arching your chest into him. It’s only afterwards that you realize when Jungkook smirks in triumph. “Easy access too,” he murmurs, and your heart leaps in your chest.

“Jeon,” you whisper, hyper aware of all the people in this house right now. You’re standing at a point where everyone walks by, and the idea of Jungkook groping you in front of these people, some of which are friends, seems horrifying. “People can see.”

Jungkook’s Cheshire smile grows even wider, and you muffle a yelp when his hand slips beneath your skirt to grope your ass. “Since when were you shy?” He says, voice soft and lilting over the hum of whatever music is playing now. “Weren’t shy when you had your ass in the air that one day in your room.”

Your cheeks burn at the memory, but your core surges with a newfound heat at his wandering hands and teasing words. “Remember?”

You nod, tucking your head against his neck in a last ditch effort to hide your embarrassment. From here, your senses are bombarded with Jungkook and only Jungkook.

You feel him let out a long sigh. “Been thinking about you since,” he admits. “Nah, even before that. When you wore my shirt that one day after our balloon fight in the west quad.”

Your heart thunders at his sudden confession. The balloon fight in question had been a little over a year ago, a rallying effort from your friend group to cheer Taehyung up after an exam. After soaking each other to the bone with water guns and balloons, Jungkook had let you wear one of his stupidly big shirts home. So you’d ditched your usual jeans and shirt, wearing his shirt like a dress all the way home.

The fact Jungkook’s been thinking about you since then makes the butterflies in your stomach flutter.

“Every time you wear these little skirts, I think of that day. You, in my clothes, looking so soft and warm. Fuck, baby, you don’t know what you do to me.”

You glance around, and your soul almost leaves your body when you make direct eye contact with Yoongi holding Jalapeño across the room. He gives you that Yoongi look, the whatever you’re doing is weird but I won’t say anything because I don’t care look, and that’s your signal to stumble your way upstairs before Seokjin can see you two and scold you.

You’re not sure who’s room you end up, just that it has one and a half bunk beds in it, so you don’t hesitate to push Jungkook down onto the half. He plops down like a little cherub, all sweet smiles until you see the way his pants strain at the crotch. Of fuck, this is happening, you think as you climb onto his lap.

His lips envelope yours the second you’re in his arms. You’re not usually one to give into those John Green cliches, but everything about being in Jungkook’s embrace feels so right. Like you belong there, or whatever.

He’s a good ass kisser, but you shouldn’t be surprised. Jungkook was good at everything he did—such was a known fact. But he still kisses you like he’s trying to prove something, like he wants you to melt into him, and he succeeds. His mouth moves against yours, tongue sneaking it’s way past your lips until it’s inside yours, and you’re swapping spit. His breath hot, but you imagine yours is as well because just making out with Jungkook has your body temperature hotter than the inside of a sauna.

“Jungkook,” you groan when he pulls away, desperate to feel his mouth on yours again. He smiles, lips slick and cherried as he drops his hands to your waist.

“‘M right here,” he assures you, pressing a few pecks to your mouth before trailing his lips down your neck, deliciously licking and kissing every inch. You let out a choked moan, and you can feel his smile press against your skin. “Cute,” he croons.

“More,” you beg, fingers curling themselves into his hair. It’s gonna way longer these last few months, the front pieces almost brushing the tip of his nose. He looks sexy as fuck.

“At least let me stretch you out first,” he teases, face too cute for someone about to fuck your brains out. You huff in annoyance, snatching his hand away from its path to your panties.

“No,” you whine, and then shuffle forward to grind your center onto him. Jungkook groans, jaw tight as he watches you. “Just fuck me, Jungkook.”

His eyes roll back at a particular roll of your hips. “I-It’ll hurt, though,” he tries to reason, but his hands are already hiking up the back of your skirt.

“Make it hurt,” you mumble, so caught up in the moment that your eyes bulge out when he suddenly lifts you to your feet. “What’s wrong?” You huff in dismay, lower lip trembling at the thought of him changing his mind. He lets out an airy chuckle.

“Turn around for me, doll,” he softly demands, and not a single inch of you feels the need to go against him.

You’re met with the sight of your own expression, staring back at you from the closet’s mirrored sliding doors. It’s a little dark in the room, most of the light coming from a desk lamp on the other side of the room that had been on when you first broke in with Jungkook.

“So pretty,” Jungkook praises from behind you, and you watch in the glass as two firm hands snake around your waist, slowly easing you back into his lap. In the seconds you were distracted by yourself, he’d unbuckled the front of his jeans, the cotton fabric of his boxers brushing against your ass. “Gonna fuck yourself on my cock, baby?”

You nod, unsure of what to do with your hands. You needn’t worry any longer, your body naturally guiding you through the motions, until one hand grabs his thigh and the other grapples for the bedside drawer next to you. His fingers trace around your waist, hiking your skirt up to—only to reveal a pair of white undies with red hearts. Jungkook’s chuckle against your ear makes you clench your legs together. “Fuck, it’s like you knew this would happen,” he murmurs, and you can’t take your eyes off the mirror as you watch his fingers trace over your covered mound. “Did you?” He asks, breath fanning over your ear.

“N-no,” you gasp, hips jumping when he presses a lone finger to where your clit would be had your girly panties not obstructed the way. You’re embarrassingly wet just from kissing Jungkook, and his playful fingers only worsen your state. “Please hurry, Kook,” you plead, grinding back against his engorged cock.

“You sure?” He checks, and your bobble head nods have him muffling more laughter into your shoulder. “If you say so, baby.”

He lifts you up just the slightest bit to tug his cock out of its confines, and this is the only instance where you wish you weren’t looking at the mirror. His fingers dance along your skin again, tugging your panties to the side.

Screw it, just do it, you say to yourself before sinking down on his cock in one go. “Oh fuck,” you cry, head lolling back to rest against his shoulder at the sudden intrusion.

“Holy shit,” he sighs into your hair, one hand circling to the front of your waist, while the other creeps upwards to rub at where he knows your nipple is. If he were to pull your shirt and bra away, he’d see how rock hard your nipples were right now. “Relax for me, doll, I promise it’ll feel better if you relax.”

You nod, eyes squeezed shut as your body slowly assimilated to the feeling of being stuffed full. God, he felt good inside you. Fit every crevice of you pussy like he was made for you. “Jungkook,” you moan, and he hums in response. “You feel so f-fuckin good,” you babble, swiveling your hips much to both your pleasures. “Can feel you everywhere.”

He presses a kiss to your scalp. “Can you move for me, baby?” He questions, dropping his hands to your waist before slowly pushing you up so you’re not flopped against him like a rag doll. “Wanna see you bounce on my cock. You can do that for me, can’t you?”

You nod eagerly, desperate to show Jungkook how good you ride dick. You muster up the strength to sit up, one hand right around his thigh again, but this time the other one clamps down over his hand on your waist. “Good girl,” Jungkook praises, giving your hips a tight squeeze.

It’s like you thrive off Jungkook’s compliments, because soon enough you’re riding him like your life depends on it.

It’s a rhythm of pushing yourself over and over, thighs tense from the effort it takes to pull yourself away from his cock until only his tip breaches you, before dropping back down. You can’t entirely take the credit, because Jungkook’s arms are there, lifting you up before pushing you back down. Truthfully, he’s probably still doing most of the work in fucking you with the way you see his arms flexing in the mirror.

“Lemme hear you, doll,” Jungkook huffs, and you don’t hesitate to moan for him. It feels overwhelmingly good, his hands tight on your waist as they move you up and down, the material of your skirt bunched up between his fingers. What you’d give to feel them inside you some day, a day in which you’re not dying to feel his cock inside of you. “That’s it,” he grunts, and doesn’t even complain when your legs begin slowing down.

He picks up the slack for you, thrusting his hips up into you like you’re just some toy for him to use and discard. But the soft praises slipping past his lips assure you you are anything but. “F-fuck,” you whine, forcing yourself above and beyond as you begin to feel that familiar coil of heat grow tighter in your abdomen. “Your cock’s s-so f-fucking big!” You cry, and one look at the mirror let’s you know you look as stupid and fucked-out as you sound.

“Really?” Jungkook smirks, drilling into you like his life depends on it. There’s an embarrassingly growing stain on the front of your panties that you catch sight of in the mirror, and part of you wants to clench your legs shut so he doesn’t see. But it seems to do it for Jungkook, and he starts rambling about that next. “Look at you. Fuck. You’re ruining your cute little panties. Absolutely fucking soaking them with hot wet you are. I get you that wet, doll?”

You squeal at a particular thrust of his hips, feeling his cock so deep in you that your eyes momentarily go cross eyed. “Yes, yes!” You agree, bouncing yourself with a renewed vigor.

The answers please Jungkook, and he rolls forward until he’s pressing his tip faintly against your cervix, and your body damn near leaves your soul. “O-oh fuck!” You scream, body turning into jelly as your orgasm has you spurting hot cum into your panties and over his cock.

“Pretty even when you come,” Jungkook huffs, hips rocking up into yours for a few more minutes until he eventually comes when you roll your hips backwards. “Holy fucking shit,” he moans, finally releasing your skirt from the death grip he had on it.

You watch it flutter back into place around you, and you almost look like two platonic friends sitting together, but then Jungkook shifts inside you and your body convulses from the oversensitivity.

“Wait, you and Jeon finally fucked?!” Chaeyoung exclaims halfway through breakfast, which she had so lovingly prepared at three in the afternoon. “When? Is that why you made us get waxed last week?”

“No!” You flush, shoving another forkful of burnt scrambled eggs into your mouth. “We waxed our coochies before that, but I didn’t know we were gonna fuck.”

Chaeyoung blinks. She’s stupid pretty even with avacado spread on her cheek. “So do you have like a seventh sense on when to get your kitty trimmed?”

“What? No,” You scoff. “Seventh? What’s my sixth?”

“Knowing the exact moment Taehyung’s gonna throw up at a party.”

You accept. “Anyway, we just… I don’t know. It was at Seokjin’s third birthday bash last weekend.” She nods like she remembers anything besides sucking face with him all night. “We were talking and then suddenly we were upstairs and...” you trail off, glancing at your fake collection of succulents lining the kitchen window.

“Was he good?” She interrogates.

You flop back onto your chair dramatically. “Chae. He was so good,” you whine, and she slaps your arm in enthusiasm. “He made me ride him facing a mirror,” you spill.

Chaeyoung squeals. “Bitch!! Here I was thinking Jeon Jungkook was the poster boy of vanilla sex,” she pauses. “I mean, still pretty vanilla compared to the time Seokjin stuck it in my—“

You gag and she rolls her eyes. “Have you been talking since?”

This is the part where things get awkward, and Chaeyoung immediately senses as much. “Oh, honey,” she frowns, eyes furrowed in worry.

“He walked me home,” you mumble, toying with the tablecloth ends. “Kissed me on the doorstep and all, but besides a few texts, I haven’t seen him around,” you lamely finish. It’s been a week.

“Ugh, men are trash,” she spits, turning in her seat to play with your hair. “I swear if I see him on campus I’ll rock his shit. My older brother used to practice WWE moves on me, I could easily smash him through a table.”

“WWE wrestling is staged, Chae,” you point out. Chaeyoung was about ten thousand times more experienced when it came to men and their behaviors. She’s been played but also has played, so her reaction to you telling her about Jungkook is all you need to hear.

In all the scenarios you’ve ever had about Jungkook, him randomly ghosting you had never even been a possibility. The Jungkook from your imaginary universes either just dumped you, or awkwardly friendzoned you. But completely disappearing on you? Now that was some John Greene shit.

You’ve gone long periods of time without seeing him, like your freshman year you saw him one time in March. But even then he’d made sure to keep in contact with you, randomly blowing up your phone with Cup Pong and 8Ball requests.

He sent you two texts this whole week, and both of them had been to cancel your homework sessions.

You almost couldn’t believe you were living this life. The men are trash, love isn’t real, heartbreak can possibly cause death life. Forget John Green, your life had taken an unexpected Shakespearean turn.

“Oh,” you say the moment you step into Taehyung and Jungkook’s apartment, surprised at the fact Jungkook is there despite the fact he, y’know, lives there. In retrospect, you should have seen this coming when Tae had asked you over to help him decorate a poster for Jin’s next game. He’s never been to a single soccer match in his life. “Is Tae here?” You ask, looking every part the stupid bitch.

Jungkook’s cheeks had flushed the moment he opened the door. “No…” he answers, glances at the shoe rack behind the door as if to make sure. “Were you supposed to meet him?” Well no shit.

“Uhh, yeah,” you say, and it’s even more awkward than the time he saw your star undies. Granted, now he’s become very familiar with your underwear and what’s hidden beneath it. You would think such an encounter would bring you two closer. “I’ll just come back another time.”

“Do you wanna come in?” He blurts out before you can even turn away. You flinch at the sudden intensity of his voice, and then both of you are left staring at each other like cringey high schoolers. “I cut some cucumber slices with lime and that one spice you like.”

“Taíjn?” You confirm, and he nods. “I mean...sure, if it’s not a bother.”

Usually when you and Jungkook hung out at his place, you’d throw your bag across the room and flop onto the ugly armchair the moment you stepped in. Now, you’re awkwardly hovering by the armrest of the sofa, like this is your first time here.

Jungkook disappears into the kitchen to, you assume, get the cucumber slices. He comes back empty handed, and with a heavy heart. “I lied. There’s no Tajín,” he confesses, and you rush to tell him it’s okay but he beats you to it. “There’s no cucumber slices either. I just needed to get you inside to talk to you.”

“You act like I needed to be lured in, Jungkook,” you say, forcing a tight smile on your face. Jungkook visibly deflates at your tone.

“No, this isn’t right,” he huffs, dramatically throwing himself onto the couch. You jump at the loud groan he releases from his position, which is face stuffed into the cushion.

“You...okay?” You tentatively ask, clutching your bag even closer to your side. Jungkook shakes his head no against the couch. “Should I call Namjoon over?”

He sits up so fast you worry he’ll get whiplash. “I have a confession to make,” he informs you, doe eyes wide and serious.

Your brain processes for a minute before slowly responding. “Okay…”

At your response he jumps to his feet. “This may come as a shock, but I’m not a womanizer.”

You blink.

“When have you ever been a womanizer, Jeon?!” You nearly exclaim when you mull over his absurd proclamation. “Are there people who actually think that?”

“I think that people think that,” he stresses to you, running a hand through his hair. “Look. I don’t mean to brag, but I’m really nice and cool, and sometimes people think that means I’m flirting with them.” Valid point. “But I’m not, because frankly I’m terrible at shooting my shot.”

The fact he’s actually admitted it out loud leaves him devastated, and you have to stop yourself from rolling your eyes. Finally, something Jeon Jungkook isn’t good at.

“What lead you to that conclusion?” You carefully press on.

“Because,” he sighs, dropping back down onto the couch, except this time he’s sitting like a normal person. You sit beside him, close enough to the edge that you can just spring yourself out the door if need be.

“There’s this girl I like,” your heart pangs, even though the logical side of you can more or less guess where this is going. You’re stupid, but not that stupid. “She’s amazing, like everything about her makes me like her. God, she’s so cool, like everyone wants to be her friend, even though she sucks at Super Smash Bros., and burns her ear on a straightener at least once a month. But she’s funny and sweet, and makes me wanna join a clown troupe just to hear her laugh. And she looks gorgeous in skirts, and the way she rides dic—“

“Alright, that’s enough of that,” you interrupt, glancing at the coffee table decorated with Jungkook’s anatomy books, because you don’t want to look at the big dopey grin on his face as he talks about you and your dick riding abilities.

Jungkook grins, this much you can tell from your peripheral, before it drops into a frown. “Whole point is, she’s cool as fuck. And I… I think I might love her,” he admits, and you whip around to face him. His cheeks are as red as Taehyung’s current hair dye, which is to say they’re as red as a fire truck. You get th feeling you're mirroring his expression.

The silence following his confession seems to drag on an eternity, but truthfully, you and Jungkook both have the patience of a soccer mom of three, so he jumps to fill the spaces between you. “And like, I just wanna kiss her and hold her and watch her eat and cuddle her to sleep and hold her hand and buy her gifts, and I think I would die for her?—”

“Okay chill, Romeo,” you scramble to cut off that train of thought. Jungkook’s looking at you like you were the creative director behind Legend of Zelda: Wind Waker and the trailer released two minutes ago. It’s a weird reference but coming from Jungkook, it means a lot.

You don’t know what to say, but Jungkook beats you to it anyway. “There’s this girl I like,” he repeats, and your heart does nearly implode on itself when he reaches over to clutch your hand in his. Your hands are sweaty and fidgety from his confession, but so are Jungkook’s. “How do I tell her I like her?”

You gulp, before reaching over to smack at his bicep much to both your surprise. “Jeon Jungkook! How’re you gonna give me the best fucking of my life and then ghost me for a week, because you’re too much of a pussy to tell me you like me!” You almost want to cry, and you almost do when he wraps you in his arms with a delighted, warm laugh rumbling through his whole body. “You suck,” you huff, and sniffle once, and only once.

“Thank fuck,” he sighs in relief. “I don’t know what I would’ve done if you friendzoned me.”

“The friendzone—“

“—is a made up concept created by men who feel like they’re entitled to women and their feelings, I know,” he huffs and you laugh. You push yourself away from his chest to meet his gaze, stretching up to capture his lips in a sweet kiss that quickly turns naughty when you feel the flex of muscles beneath your hands.

“Ugh, you beefcake.”

“I wish,” he snorts, tugging you back into his chest as he flops down onto the couch. You snuggle into him, the position all too comfortable in your skirt. The only reason you’re reminded of it is because Jungkook traces his fingers along the edge of the material. “You asked me why I workout out but hide in big clothes, and the truth is its so I can beat up any meninist douchebag that tries to slander my girl in her thot skirts.”

You sputter. “My thot skirts—you asshole! All my skirts are of appropriate length,” you defend, pinching his side and winning a giggle for your efforts. “That doesn’t even explain the baggy clothes part either.”

“Shh, your thot skirt is tempting me.”

“He made you dress up as a what now?!” Chaeyoung exclaims, fork clattering loudly against her plate as everyone in the diner turns to look at you two. You try desperately to quiet her, but the damage is done and even the server whose long since become familiar with your antics looks disgusted.

“Oh my god,” Chaeyoung sighs, her concern on everything but this public humiliation. “I knew it. I told you he got along too well with Jalapeño, remember?”

[ NOW WITH A DRABBLE WOW!!! ]

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storiesforallfandoms · 4 years

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awful ~ dani ardor;midsommar

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request?: yes!

“Dani from Midsommar imagine about the reader being jealous of Christian and hating how bad he treats Dani?”

description: in which she tries to convince her best friend to leave her awful boyfriend, but there’s other motives in her mind for it

pairing: dani ardor x female!reader

warnings: swearing, toxic relationships, mentions of death

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I walked through the door and saw Dani sat on our shared couch, her cheeks pink and tear stained and her eyes puffy. I tried to resist an eye roll as I knew immediately what this was about: Christian.

Christian was Dani’s emotionally distance, mentally abusive, toxic boyfriend that she had been dating for years, but only recently had he began to grow so toxic, and we all - meaning myself and even Christian's friends - knew it was because he didn’t want to have to deal with Dani’s PTSD over the death of her sister and parents.

He was a giant asshole. He constantly dismissed Dani and her emotions, he would berate her for being so emotional sometimes, especially on important days such as the birthdays of her late family members, he would constantly blow her off for his friends, or just because he wanted to. I could never understand why she put up with him, especially when she was so aware of how awful he was.

When she realized I had walked through the door, Dani quickly wiped the tears from her face. “Oh, hey (Y/N). I didn’t know you’d be back so soon.”

“I was let go early. Slow day,” I responded. “Everything alright?”

She nodded, but wouldn’t meet my eye. “Yeah, I’m fine.”

I believed that about as much as I believed in Big Foot, but I couldn’t force Dani to talk to me if she didn’t want to. That would just be more damaging to her, and the last thing she needed was anyone else being damaging.

I moved to my room to change out of my clothes and when I returned to the living room, Dani was staring at the TV intently, as if watching a very interesting show or movie, but it wasn’t on. I knew she was gone somewhere in her head, trying to justify the way Christian was treating her. She was always like this after one of their fights.

I sat myself next to her, causing her to snap out of her thoughts and look at me. “Sorry, (Y/N). I just have a lot on my mind right now.”

“Christian?”

She looked down at her hands, which was enough of an answer for me. “What’s going on this time?”

She winced at the question and I wondered if she realized how often this happened, or how often I noticed. She and Christian always tried to act happy and normal in front of people, especially me since I seemed to be the only one in our friend group with the common sense to try and convince Dani to break up with Christian, but they weren’t that great at acting when Christian really had no idea how to not be such an asshole.

“It’s the one year anniversary of mom, dad, and Terri’s death,” she explained. “My grandparents aren’t exactly talking to me, they say they see too much of my parents or Terri in me to really want to be around me, so I asked Christian if he’d go to the graveyard with me and place flowers on their graves and just be with me while I grieved where I don’t have any other family.”

“And what was his response to that?” I asked, although I already knew fully well what he said.

She wiped her eyes again as new tears began to form. Her voice was shaky as she responded, “He told me he doesn’t want to go because that’s too sad and graveyards make him feel weird. I told him we wouldn’t be there long and then we can go back to his place for the night, and he said he didn’t want me to be over if I was going to be all weepy and emotional. He said he and the guys are supposed to drink and play video games and that me being there would only ruin that if I was going to get emotional.”

She was trying so hard to be strong, and I knew it was just because she didn’t want me to remind her of how awful Christian was and tell her to break up with him again. And truthfully, I didn’t want to remind her anymore. I didn’t want to put her in a tough spot between him and me, even if I didn’t like him.

So, instead of saying my usual spiel, I stood from the couch and extended a hand to her. Dani looked up at me in confusion. “Get your butt up and let’s go to the nearest open floral shop. We’ll get flowers for your parents and Terri and we’ll go to the graveyard together.”

Her eyes widened. “Really? You’ll do that for me?”

“Of course I will. Dani, this is a hard day for you, you deserve to grieve or mourn it however you want, without being made upset by stupid boys. Now, come on, if we wait too long there won’t be any good flowers left.”

After going to two floral shops to get the flowers Dani wanted, we drove to the graveyard where her parents and sister were buried. The whole ride there, Dani’s phone was ringing like crazy. Finally, she sent a quick message to whoever was calling before shutting her phone off.

Dani looked out at the grave of her family and I could see her falling apart. She had been struggling to move on from it all in the past year, and I couldn’t blame her for that at all. She lost her entire family, and it seemed as though no one cared besides me.

She got out of the car first and I followed, carrying the flowers. She stood over their graves before turning and extending a hand to me. I passed her the first bouquet and she placed it next to her mother’s name, then the next to her father, and the final one to Terri.

“I miss you guys,” she said, her voice beginning to shake again. “Everything sucks without you. I hate not having a mom or a sister to talk to about my problems, or having a dad to give me advice or to threaten boys. I miss seeing your faces and hearing your voices every day. I miss you guys so much.”

She buried her head in her hands as she began to sob again. I quickly took her into my arms and cradled her to me. I allowed her to cry on my shoulder and I rubbed her back, soothingly. I tried to hold back my own tears, but it was hard. I hated seeing Dani so sad, but it seemed like that’s the only way she could feel lately.

I wasn’t sure how long we were standing there, to me it felt like just a few minutes, but the sound of a car approaching, and seeing whose car it was, told me it had been much longer than that.

Dani raised her head from my shoulder to watch as Christian put his car in park and got out. I tried to contain my eye roll as I shoved my hands into my pockets and looked at the ground.

“What happened to your phone? I’ve been trying to call you for nearly an hour,” he said as he approached us.

“I told you I was coming here,” Dani defended, her voice still shaky. “Why did you even come look for me?”

“I was worried.”

Yeah, the tone in your voice sounds real worried.

“Worried about what?” Dani asked. “I told you I was coming with (Y/N), I wasn’t going to hurt myself and nothing was going to happen to me.”

Christian shifted, as if he had something more to say on that topic, but instead responded, “I was just worried, okay? You weren’t answering and it worried me. Let’s go home.”

He reached for her but Dani pulled away, which shocked me. She had never done that before. She always followed Christian, no matter what he said or did.

She glared daggers at him as she responded, “No. I’m not going with you Christian.”

Christian’s eyes widened in shock. “Why not?”

“Because I’m so sick of this!” Dani snapped. “I asked you to come with me to mourn my parents and my sister on the one year anniversary of their death, and you blew me off for your friends! You didn’t even need to get out of the car! I just needed some emotional support right now, I’ve needed emotional support for the last year!”

I could tell this was pissing Christian off, but he tried to remain calm. “You know I’m just not good with stuff like this, and I had already had plans with the guys. I didn’t want to ruin them - ”

“That’s the shittiest excuse ever,” Dani hissed. “That does not make the situation better, nor does you not being good with this stuff. I get it, you don’t understand what I’m going through, and I’d never be mad at you for that. You haven’t lost someone close to you, much less your parents, but Christian, saying you don’t want to go with your girlfriend to comfort her on the one year anniversary of her parents and sister’s death because you don’t want to ruin plans with your friends?! I’m not saying the guys a

ren’t important, but you have plenty of nights with the guys! You fucking live with them! I’ll never have a night with my parents ever again, or with Terri! I ask you for this one fucking thing and you can’t even stop being an asshole long enough to do that!”

Her words echoed through the silent graveyard. I felt as though this wasn’t a conversation I should be hearing, but I didn’t want to leave Dani. Even if I just went to sit in the car, I’d still be too far away if Christian tried to do anything to her.

He ran a hand through his hair before extending it to Dani again. “Look, Dani, I’m sorry, okay? I’ve been a shitty boyfriend. I haven’t been trying to understand what you’ve been going through because I’m not good at grief or emotions. That’s not fair to you. I’m so sorry. Just...come home with me and let me make it right.”

I had heard this a million times, and of course he had never changed. It was just a manipulation tactic to try and get Dani to stay around, and I expected it to work this time, just like it did every other time. So to say I was shocked when Dani backed away from him and told him, “No Christian, I’m done with you trying to make it right” is an understatement.

Christian’s shocked face mirrored my own feelings. “What?”

“I’m done,” Dani repeated. “I’m done with you being a shitty boyfriend. You keep telling me you’re going to change but then you never do, and I’m done with it. I’m done with this relationship. We are over. I never want to see you again. I’ll leave whatever you have at my apartment on my doorstep and you can bring my stuff over, and that’s it. That’s the end.”

In a second, Christian’s shock turned to anger as he turned to look at me. “You. This is all your fault! You never liked me, and now you have Dani brainwashed to think the same way!”

I scoffed. “Oh yeah, I brainwashed her to realize you’re a shitty human being. I know it’s hard to believe Christian, but Dani is a big girl and can make big girl decisions all on her own.”

He took a step forward to try and approach me, but Dani quickly got between us and shoved Christian as hard as she could. “Fucking leave Christian!”

“You don’t see what she’s doing to you?” he asked. “She’s trying to manipulate you into breaking up with me so you’ll run into her arms. She’s been in love with you since day one, Dani, and she just can’t take it that you don’t like her back because she has a pussy.”

I tried not to let the hurt show, but it was hard when Christian knew that the one way to target me was through my feelings for Dani. I don’t know how he knew, as I never told anyone and tried not to make my feelings so obvious, but he had been insisted for nearly a year that I was trying to break him and Dani up because I was in love with her. I’d never admit to her that that was part of my intentions, but there was a small voice in the back of my mind that kept convincing me that if Dani and Christian broke up that maybe I’d have a chance with her.

Dani shook her head. “Just go Christian. It’s over, for good.”

Christian glared at us both before going back to his car. He started it and sped past us, tearing up the grass of the graveyard as he went. Dani sighed and pinched the bridge of her nose. I wasn’t quite sure what to say, or if I should say anything at all.

She turned to look at me and decided, “Let’s go home. I want to watch movies and eat junk food.”

I agreed and we made our way back to the car. The drive was silent until we hit our first red light. We were there for some time before Dani finally said, “You know he’s wrong, right?”

I looked over at her, furrowing my eyebrows. “Wrong about what?”

“A lot of things,” she responded, smiling slightly at her own joke, “but also about the fact that I don’t like you cause you’re a girl.”

My grip tightened on the steering wheel, and I hoped she hadn’t noticed. “What do you mean?”

“I mean he’s been brushing aside my sexuality for years,” she said. “I told him when we met that I was bisexual, but he kept telling me that it was just a phase because I started to date him. So his point of me not liking you cause you’re a girl is invalid.”

I was shocked to hear this. Dani had never told me she was bisexual, but maybe she didn’t because of Christian. I knew how hard it was to come out to people who didn’t believe that bisexuality was a thing. Now, I just kept my sexuality to myself until I knew for sure that someone wouldn’t mock me or turn their back on me for it.

“So,” I started, still confused on where this conversation was going, “what are you trying to say?”

Dani looked at me and smiled. “I’m trying to say that I like you as more than a friend or a roommate, and I think I have for some time, but I didn’t want to admit it because I was still with Christian. But now Christian is out of my life, and I’m never getting back with him, so I feel confident enough to tell you that I really like you (Y/N).”

I was so shocked that I hadn’t noticed the light turn green until the car behind me honked. I drove off, trying to focus on the road, but it was hard after that confession.

“Really?” I finally asked when I could manage to get my tongue to work again.

Dani laughed. “Yes, really. Do you actually like me? Or was Christian just making up shit so he didn’t have to take the blame for our breakup?”

I shook my head. “No, he’s right. I...I do like you, too. I have for a while, but I’d never try and break you two up because of that.”

“I know. We were just toxic, we needed to end things.” She reached over and put a hand on one of mine, that was still clutching the steering wheel. “I just...I need some time to get over the breakup, and to properly move on from my parents and Terri. Would it be too much to ask if you’d...wait for me to be ready?”

I looked over at her and smiled warmly. “It’s definitely not too much. Take all the time you need, I’ll be waiting whenever you’re ready.”

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nsheetee · 4 years

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Yangyang x Reader + Strangers to Friends to Lovers + Fluff

Summary: In which a very unhappy Yangyang is forced to pick up his little sister from daycare everyday, and you’re her daycare teacher

yangyang loves his little sister to bits and pieces

from the moment she was born and given to yangyang to hold in his tiny 11 year old arms

her little tufts of black hair sticking up and big doll eyes looking up at her older brother

he knew: he would probably do anything for this little angel

but now, 8 years later...

8 years of crying, nagging, hair-pulling, tattle tailing, and name calling

he thought he would finally be done

he thought his parents would lay off on all the responsibilities they’ve pushed onto him for the past 8 years due to the little angel that they named “joy”

he thought that once he started college, his parents would see how busy he is and finally relax off of him

but alas, yangyang was rewarded with a car of his own for his 19th birthday only under one condition:

pick up joy from daycare at 4pm every weekday

so, a mildly irritated yangyang with a new set of wheels and just one more responsibility on his plate set out to his first day of college in his brand new chapter of life

you had a lot less to worry about, at least compared to yangyang

all you had to do was maintain a high GPA to keep your scholarship and a lot of your money problems were solved

but you still needed extra cash for yourself

which is why you got a job at a daycare

you would be in charge of a small group of 8 year old for around an hour every afternoon

what you did with them for the hour was almost always up to you

so on the first day, your little group of five 8 year olds came into your daycare classroom- the first thing you did was go outside

the kids LOVE you

they boasted about being able to play on the playground when no one else got to- claiming they had “the awesome-est teacher EVER”

and when they got rid of all of their pent up energy from sitting on hard plastic seats at school for several hours, you managed to get them to introduce themselves to you and to one another

soon, the first day of daycare came to a close

parents arrived and greeted you, taking their kids and all their belongings with them as you wave good bye

only one girl from your group was left: joy

she sat under a shady tree, slouching as she picked at the grass next to her legs

“hey, joy. what’s up?” you ask and sit down next to her

“sorry my brother is late.” she looks guilty as she continues to pick at the grass

“it’s okay, joy. I’ll wait with you for however long it takes.” she nods, but you could tell she’s still apologetic.

“do you wanna make a flower crown?” you ask, trying to get the situation off her mind

“I don’t know how”

“well, I'll teach you”

joy’s furrowed eyebrows slowly melts away as you hunt for flowers and a small smile blooms on her cheeks when she finally finishes her crown, gifting it to you

it was 4:47 when yangyang pulls up to the daycare, new wheels crunching on the gravel road and he pants as he gets out of the car

“yangie!” joy shrieks, running to her brother and encircling her tiny arms around his waist

“joy! I'm so sorry I'm late.”

“I'm not the one who needs to hear that.” joy speaks matter of factly, and you don’t think you’ve ever heard an 8 year old sound more mature

as joy walks to the car, her older brother turns to you

you slowly take off the flower crown, eyebrows raised while waiting for the boy in front of you to say something

he’s so boyish it makes your heart melt

with curly hair that falls over his eyes and a smile that you know hides a lot of jokes and pranks for the future

you can’t help but feel a bit giddy at the sight of him

“I'm so sorry about this. I swear it won’t happen again.” he looks down apologetically and it reminds you of an older, boy version of joy

maybe it’s because you think he’s cute or maybe because his little sister is really fun

but you wave a dismissive hand

“it’s alright. joy is a pleasure to be around. I didn’t mind.”

he raises his head to see the sincerity in your eyes and relaxes

“I’m yangyang, joy’s brother.” he finally introduces himself

“I'm y/n, joy’s daycare teacher” you reach forward to shake his hand

“aren’t you too young to be a teacher?” he asks

“I can give CPR and kids don’t hate me, that was enough for them to hire me” you shrug, “I go to the college” you wave your hand in the general direction of your school

“oh,” he looks surprised, “me too. maybe I'll see you around? o-or we can study.” yangyang curses himself at his stutter and feels heat crawl up his cheeks

why is he blushing over an invitation to study?

maybe because he’s never been this straight forward with anyone else before

“yeah, sure” you don’t look affected and it makes yangyang more nervous

“yangie!” joy shouts from his car, looking annoyed and yangyang sighs

“right, we have to go home. I’ll see you... later.”

and you do see him later

he arrives to pick up joy (on time) every weekday

he would gather up joy’s backpack and jacket while intently looking at you as you explain what joy did at daycare that day

and after your spiel, yangyang would ask you how your day went and how your classes are going

yangyang enjoyed your small daily conversations so much that he started coming 5 minutes early to pick up joy to have some extra time to speak to you

and then he started coming 10 minutes earlier

and then 15

and then 20

and then you just decided to invite yangyang to join your class

“w-what?” he laughed nervously when you asked

he thought you were just kidding

why would you want him to join your class of 8 year olds?

“well you’re here for almost half of the time anyway. just join us tomorrow!”

yangyang wasn’t going to- he would tell you that he had other plans:

he needed to study, he had to get his car washed, he had to walk his dog

literally ANY excuse he could think of

but he knew he couldn’t lie to that sweet smile you always gave him when you see him

so that’s how yangyang ended up sitting criss-cross apple sauce in the circle of your group of kids at daycare the next day

he had that light dusting of pink on his cheeks as he tried to fit between joy and another boy in the group on the carpeted floor

but when you introduced him and all the little kids said “hi, yangyang” in unison

he felt more comfortable

having yangyang with the group of kids was fun... really fun

one day he showed the kids his mad soccer skills

another day he played the piano to lull them into nap-time

you think he might steal your position of being “the awesom-est teacher EVER”

and of course, joy had to tell her parents one night over dinner about what was happening at daycare

“yangyang is part of my daycare group now” joy said during a lull in conversation

yangyang kicked her chair under the table and sent her a pointed glare

“yangyang, we asked you to pick up joy from daycare. not join her at daycare” his mother sighs and puts her fork down

“oh no, mom. it’s a lot of fun with yangyang and y/n” joy defends

“y/n...” yangyang’s father ponders, “you know, we should invite them over for dinner.”

“YEAH!”

“absolutely not”

joy and yangyang glare at each other from across the dinner table at each other’s opposing answers

“kids...” their mother warns and looks back at her husband, “I think that’s a good idea. we hear so much about them, why not invite them over?”

and that’s how you end up ringing the Liu’s doorbell promptly at 6pm the next Friday night

you made a batch of cookies to share (you refuse to show up empty handed, especially since it’s yangyang’s parents that you’re meeting) and you wear your nice clothes that you usually keep stored away in the back of your closet

yangyang opens the door and he immediately becomes 1000x more nervous

that smile hits him again, the kind smile that he doesn’t see you give to anyone else but him

it makes his heartbeat speed up and his cheeks tinge with pink no matter how hard he grips the door frame

“y/n, hi”

“hi,” you both stand in your spots, not moving or speaking... just looking at each other, “can I come in or...?”

“right, right. sorry” yangyang moves awkwardly to let you slide past him through the doorway

the smell of your fabric softener is so familiar that yangyang almost calms down in this situation

he’s been stressed this entire week leading up to this dinner

not only are you about to meet his parents, you’re about to witness what his family is actually like

and yangyang is scared that even if you had a small part of you that liked him

it’ll be non-existent by the end of this dinner

but surprisingly

dinner goes better than he expected

it seemed like you fit in perfectly, a fifth chair pulled up to the table made the atmosphere more cozy and your laughter mixing in with the rest of his family’s was something yangyang didn’t know he needed

he had a moment where he had to sit back and wonder when you got to be such an important part of his life

maybe it’s because joy already likes you so much

and yangyang knows that no matter how many times joy tattle tales, nags, or cries at yangyang

he’ll always be her big brother

and it seems just a little too perfect for you to be an element that was added into the mixture that is his crazy life

but yangyang, despite his doubts, decides he’ll take this small but perfect thing that life handed to him and run with it

so after dinner, he walks you to your car in the driveway

the sun has just set and the leftover rays cast a purple hue over the sky and over your skin, making Yangyang fall just a little deeper into his feelings

when you say good night, you really hope he stops you

you really hope he doesn’t let you get into your car

you really hope he doesn’t let you close the door

but he does, and you think you may be receiving mixed signals from him for the past few weeks

until he knocks on the window of your car

you roll it down, confusion apparent on your face

“yangyang, what’s wrong?”

“uh, n-nothing just... don’t move” he says

he grips the frame of the car with all his might to steady himself, physically and mentally, and leans down through the window

he places a gentle kiss on your cheek and pulls back to see your reaction

you’re a bit surprised but you quickly bite your lip to keep yourself from smiling too hard

and you signal at him to come back to you

you return a kiss on his rosy cheek, mumbling a shy goodnight before rolling up your window and driving away

he touches the small part of his cheek where your lips just were, smiling dumbly as he walks back into the house

he’ll have to thank joy for bringing you to him later

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bluesfortheredj · 4 years

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The Sweet Escape Chapter 6.

Thurs 22nd June

Your legs move first as you begin to stir from your slumber, sliding back and expecting to drop off the side of the single bed but instead they bump into something that prevents them from moving any further, and your eyes fly open to see the unfamiliar wallpaper of a different room. You inhale and hold your breath as you turn onto your back, spotting the outline of Gwilym under the covers next to you, and you quickly lift the duvet to see that you were still in your top with a pair of his shorts covering your lower half.

Your brain catches up to the current events and you remember how you agreed to go back to his room for a much needed cup of tea, then drifting off on the bed as you both watched telly; eventually ending with him throwing you some shorts so you didn’t have to move from your very comfortable spot on the bed. Taking a deep breath you turn your head to the side to see Gwil’s peaceful face as he stayed asleep next to you, and even though there was no denying how much you liked him there was still that sinking feeling in the pit of your stomach that reminded you this wasn’t the ideal situation it should have been.

Quietly slipping your legs out of bed, you move the duvet carefully and try not to make any sudden movements to wake him up but as soon as you reach your bag and jeans on the chair in the corner you hear him groan as he comes around, and you quickly gather your belongings in your arms and head for the door, unlocking it and letting yourself out within a few seconds. You fumble around in your bag as you stand outside your own door looking for the key, and Gwilym rushes out of his room as he drags his hand down over his face.

“You didn’t have to go,” he says, standing there in only his pyjama shorts.

“I’ve got to shower and get changed before breakfast!”

“There’s plenty of time for that, come back to bed.”

“Gwilym, just get back in your room, what if Danielle walks in and sees you like that?!” you half laugh, your eyes lingering on his broad torso and the generous scattering of dark hair that covered the top of it.

“I don’t care! I want everyone to know that I think you should come back to my bed!” he grins, his voice a little louder than you’d like it to be.

“Shh! Keep your voice down!”

“There’s no one else in this half of the guest house apart from us! Now please come back to bed.”

“I won’t deny that it’s a very tempting offer, but I really have got to shower,” you say apologetically as you finally find the key and lift it from your bag, “I’ll see you at breakfast anyway.”

He pouts at you as your open your door and you have to disappear inside sharpish before you end up running your hands across his warm and inviting body, because it would only end with your lips on his chest and nothing good would come of that. Well, it would, but he was engaged to someone else less than 48 hours ago, so it would be mad. It was nice having someone to sleep next to though, you can’t deny that, and it was even nicer that it was him. Your mind wanders while you’re in the shower, thinking about how he planned to make everything up to you, and you can’t help but hold out some hope that he’d take you back to the beach house so that you could spend some time alone together, then he could get on his knees, spread yours apart, and truly apologise…

“(Y/N)? (Y/N) are you ready?” you hear him call out as the sound of your door opening makes you jump.

“I’m in the bathroom!” you call back, splashing your face with some water to get the image of his head between your thighs out of your mind.

“Do you mind if I take a seat?” he asks through the door.

“Of course not,” you reply, looking over to see you’d thankfully piled everything you were going to wear on top of the closed loo seat; you really should lock the room door behind you next time.

It’s a few minutes before you emerge from the steamy bathroom with a maxi length strappy dress on and your hair twirled up into a towel on top of your head, and Gwil is sitting on the chair in your room looking up at the telly on the wall while he waits.

“So I was thinking…” he begins, his eyes travelling up and down your body as you pass him his shorts, “thank you… erm, yeah so how do you feel about going to the house again?”

Your lower half twitches at the thought and you give him a smile and a nod in response as you curse inwardly at yourself for the inappropriate images that were racing through your mind, but when you look at him you can see you’re not the only one; maybe he thinks that getting on his knees is the best way to say sorry as well?

“Sounds good,” you exhale, “we can talk properly, and…” you trail off, completely unable to finish your sentence without insinuating something you really shouldn’t.

“...and I can start to make it up to you. Properly. No interruptions,” he finishes, definitely implying something he really shouldn’t.

You go to breakfast together, Danielle keeping a beady eye on the two of you as Gwil sits himself down at your table again, moving his cutlery over while you give Danielle a smile, but she’s wary of the situation and you spend a few minutes after breakfast has finished to explain that he still has a job on his hands to convince you he’s sorry.

“Make him beg,” she grins.

“Oh, I will,” you wink.

There’s an electricity in the air throughout the drive and he’s continually suggestive throughout the whole journey, his hand wandering over to your thigh when it should have been on the gear stick instead, and by the time you arrive at the house you’re both practically panting with the anticipation of what’s to come. As soon as you both cross that threshold into the house it dissipates into the atmosphere and you both calm down as the stark memories of your birthday take over, and how that day ended so badly for both of you.

“So tell me,” you begin, linking your arm through his as he walks to the sliding doors to let some air in, “what was the trigger for you proposing to the wrong person? I’m not trying to make a dig at you, I just genuinely would like to know.”

“It was… all different things that added up to the second biggest mistake of my life.”

“What’s the first?”

“Betraying your trust.”

“Ah,” you say with raised eyebrows as you both turn back to the sofa.

“So, first off her sister got pregnant, then it was baby this and baby that which was fine at first but started to grate when I couldn’t see myself having children with her. Then my best mate got married, I was best man and people wouldn’t stop going on about how it would be me next, and I think the final straw was when my younger brother moved out of our parent’s house to move in with his partner. It just seemed like everyone around us was taking the next step, and I was scared that if I didn’t then I never would,” he explains as you watch him intently as he speaks.

“You settled for something that wasn’t meant for you in a panic,” you nod, “I understand, it makes sense. To be honest I saw warning signs from Russell but chose to ignore them because I thought that it was too late to move on, that I wouldn’t find anyone else. So you went into the engagement thinking that this would be it for you?”

“Pretty much, and I know that was wrong of me, I just didn’t think how it would affect her because I thought I was giving her what she wanted. She knew though, she could tell I didn’t want it. What were the warning signs you saw with Russell?” he questions, turning his body to face you and lifting one bent leg up onto the sofa.

“Ah, just little things,” you sigh, looking down and fiddling with the fabric of your dress as you recall those moments, “I’d walk into a room he was in and he’d be really engrossed in his phone, then when I’d speak he’d jump and get angry as if I’d sneaked up on him on purpose, trying to shift blame onto me sort of thing. Then he said he’d joined the gym so would go there about three or four times a week after work, and when I suggested I go with him he tried to make me feel like I was being paranoid saying things like ‘don’t you trust me?’ ‘are you trying to check up on me?’ when I hadn’t even mentioned anything of the sort. It was… horrible.”

“Oh my god, (Y/N), how long did that go on for?” Gwil gasps as he cups his hands around your restless fingers and caresses them gently.

“Best part of a year I’d say… It only got worse, forever trying to accuse me of spying or being clingy when I hadn’t even questioned him about his behaviour once. But then I guess that’s what you’ll put up with when you think that’s you’re only choice, right?”

“No one should have to put up with that, especially you of all people. You deserve someone who’ll show you just how amazing you are every single day of your life… Someone tall, dark, handsome, maybe his parents own a really nice house on the beach, you know, someone like that, huh?” he grins, lifting your hands to his mouth and kissing your knuckles.

“But what if he decides I’m not for him?” you ask, slipping your hands from his.

“I… What? Why would that ever happen?”

“Why did it happen the first time?”

“That’s completely… That’s nothing to do with this! I wouldn’t… I could never feel like that about you because when you know, you know. And I know that it’s you,” he says earnestly, “when I say I’ve never felt like this about anyone before, I mean it. This isn’t some spiel that I’m reciting because I want to have sex with you, not yet anyway, this is because I desperately need you to know I’m serious about this and whatever there is between us, because you can’t tell me there’s nothing, needs to explored properly. Beyond this holiday.”

“Beyond this holiday?” you ask, cocking an eyebrow at him.

“Way beyond,” he nods.

“Bit disappointed about the sex comment though,” you wink, and suddenly the heavy mood that had filled the space around you both now instantly lightens as he lets out a much needed laugh.

“Good things come to those who wait,” he smirks.

“It’d better be mind blowing then.”

“I won’t disappoint,” he winks.

“Good to hear, now what are we doing for lunch because I’m starving,” you chuckle.

“Do you believe me though?” he asks.

“I do,” you smile, leaning over to him and placing a hand gently on his cheek as you leave a soft kiss on his lips.

“Good,” he exhales as you pull away, “now what do you fancy for lunch?”

“Hmm, I’m easy, what do you want?” you ask, leaning back on the sofa as he stands up and looks down at you with yearning eyes.

“I… Jesus, I can’t answer that right now. I’m going to google the nearest takeaways,” he huffs, tearing his gaze away from you and fishing out his phone from his pocket as you laugh at his comment.

You sit together again at dinner when you finally get back to the guest house a little later than you should have and Danielle notices that the smile on your face doesn’t even fade when you’re eating, making sure to comment on the fact that you both look much happier than you did the previous day, and when you both make your way back to the annex there’s only one question Gwilym wants to ask.

“Will you stay with me again?”

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skz-belle · 4 years

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Forgiveness

Summary: Belle and Minho’s inability to cooperate leads some of their friends to take drastic measures.

Genre: angst to fluff

Warnings: a bit of language

Word Count: 2.1k

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After their rather eventful first meeting, Belle and Minho met many times but it was anything but friendly. Glares and the occasional degrading comment were common between the two. It was a matter of pride for both of them; neither wanted to break the now common tension between them due to past anger and resentment that had built up. Jeongin and Jisung knew of the incident that sparked the feud, and while they empathized with the girl, they thought it was a small reason for such an extensive and intense hatred.

After accepting Chan’s offer to join his group, she learned that Minho was a member as well. She immediately went straight to Chan. She found him in a mostly empty hallway in the company, and immediately began bombarding him with questions.

“Chan, is Lee Minho really in the group?” Belle’s face was scrunched up in concern, and Chan sighed having sensed this conversation coming.

“Yes, he is. He is a great vocalist and an even more amazing dancer.”

“And an asshole.” Belle’s quip didn’t phase Chan at all, and he looked rather disappointed in the girl.

“Belle, can you please work through this? Having both of you on the team would be so amazing. Plus, you two are more similar than you know. If you could put aside your differences and just-”

“If any sort of forgiveness is going to happen, he needs to apologize first.”

“Belle, you-”

“Chan, I adore you but I really don’t want to hear it. Tell him to grow a pair and apologize.”

“He said the same thing. You can step away from the situation and see it from an outside perspective- he can’t. Please just humor me.”

“I’m sorry, Chan. I can’t do that this time. If it is meant to work out, it will, but I am tired of thinking about him.” The conversation changed topic when Chan saw that she was adamant about not speaking about the boy any longer. Belle and Minho’s dischord had placed Chan in a difficult spot and was forcing him to make difficult and rash decisions. He had spoken to Woojin and Changbin prior to his talk with Belle, and they had devised a solution; however, this solution was rather chaotic, unorthodox, and extremely cliche. Thoughts ran through Chan’s head as he sent a simple text to both Changbin and Woojin.

Chan: the plan is on. meet me in thirty minutes and bring minho

With that out of the way, he continued speaking with Belle, mainly about the plans for the group and possible production ideas.

“Oh, 3RACHA is having a brainstorming session soon if you want to join.” Chan hoped his voice wouldn’t fail him under pressure; there was no session scheduled, this was one of the first steps to the plan to bring Belle and Minho to a truce.

Belle’s face lit up at the prospect of accompanying 3RACHA, and she fervently nodded her head, “That sounds great! You should really know my answer by now, Channie.”

“Hey, I just wanted to ask. We are going to meet in a practice room in just a few minutes, so let’s head on up.” Chan’s voice held true, and he sounded perfectly normal to the unsuspecting girl. He felt a bit of remorse for what he was about to do. It wasn’t horrible by any means, but it would still place Belle in a situation she would prefer to avoid.

Chan stops in front of a practice room, and Belle looks at him in confusion. “I left my laptop in my bag. You go on in- I think the boys are in there already.” Belle nods and enters, as Chan seemingly turns away. She enters the nearly vacant room to see Lee Minho sitting against the far wall with an unreadable expression upon his face. Their eyes meet for a second, before a click forces them to look to the door. Chan’s face is visible through the small window embedded in the door and he shoots the two a sorrowful look, almost as if to say sorry for the situation he caused. He looked at his phone and began typing, and a text popped up on both Belle and Minho’s phones.

Chan: I’m sorry we had to do this, but please resolve whatever is happening. We will let you out when you have become civil. We love you both- please make up

Minho scoffed once he read the text and looked to Belle with the same unreadable expression adorning his facial features. “We could have avoided this if you had been kind from the start.” Belle’s eyes darkened with anger at the accusation.

“I apologized the day we met. I am not the one in the wrong here.”

“You have been awful to me ever since that day. Don’t talk about apologies when you make a point to be rude.”

“Like you haven’t made it a point to be rude to me?” Minho’s face softened a bit at the accusation but quickly regained its cold fasade.

“I have only been giving back what I recieved.”

Belle laughed a tired laugh and shook her head in exasperation, “Y’know what? This is pointless. You have no intention of reconciliation and I am not in the mood to argue for hours. They have to let us out eventually.”

“They do, and until then I am done talking.” Minho huffed as he crossed his arms and pouted like a toddler. Belle scoffed at the childishness, even though she had done the same numerous times.

After an hour had passed, with no sign of escape happening anytime soon, Minho groaned out of frustration. The air in the room had been tense for the entirety of their stay and it was beginning to wear on him. It felt as though the room was suffocating him, and Belle wasn’t faring much better. “When are they going to end this?” Minho’s sudden question cut through the air and startled Belle, who had become accustomed to the piercing silence.

“What happened to you being done with talking?” Minho let out an inaudible sigh; he knew that he kind of deserved that one.

“Why are you so mad at me? I wasn’t the only one who messed up when we first met.” Minho’s question was spoken so quietly that Belle almost missed it, but she managed to pick it up. She looked to Minho with disbelief, only to be met with Minho’s large eyes looking back at her with pure curiosity gleaming from them.

“Are you serious?” Minho nodded slowly, and Belle was flabbergasted, “You insulted my mental and physical capabilities, and made me feel like dirt. I know I was late leaving the practice room, but I apologized right then, and you did not. So, sue me for being a bit bitter that one of the best dancers in the company insulted me and called me a fool.” Belle’s admission of his talent did not go unnoticed by the boy.

“One of the best dancers in the company, huh?” His tone was teasing, but he was amazed that anyone thought of him in that light.

“I know you probably hear it all the time- there’s no need to rub it in my face. Plus, out of my whole spiel, that is all you got?” Belle wanted to be mad, but for some reason she struggled to keep the beginnings of a smile off her face. This was frustrating for Belle, as she desperately wanted to stay mad at him; he had insulted her pride and her self-worth, which had him worthy of her spite in Belle’s eyes.

“You know, I thought you were insulting me before we even spoke to each other.” Minho cast his gaze to the ground as he admitted this to the girl. Belle’s eyes widened in confusion and she immediately looked to the boy, who refused to return her gaze. She was puzzled as to why he thought such a thing, but luckily for her, Minho kept talking to explain further, “It is probably stupid, but I thought you refusing to leave meant you thought I wasn’t worthy of even trying to improve?” His statement came off as more of a question than anything else. It was clear that he was questioning himself.

“I never thought that. I was actually going to try to leave early to stay out of your way, but I got caught up. I was kind of scared to meet you. I mean, you’re talented and well known and I didn’t want to embarass myself.”

“You’re talented too. I hear it from everyone. That was partially why I came to that conclusion. I mean, I thought the praise may have gone to your head and you thought you could just stay.”

“I’m sorry I made you think that.” Belle was a bit ashamed. She didn’t take into account his innermost feelings that were driving the feud. He had valid reasons that she inadvertently and confirmed to be true. It broke her heart to know she hurt someone in such a way.

“I’m sorry too. I shouldn’t have talked to you so harshly. And I’m sorry for provoking you as much as I do.”

“I’m just as guilty of that as you, and I am sorry too.” Belle and Minho both had big smiles on their faces.

“Wanna start over, maybe?” Minho shot Belle a hopeful grin and Belle was ecstatic to see an emotion of his directed at her that wasn’t negative.

“I was already planning on it. I’m Belle. It’s nice to meet you.” Belle walked over and pulled the boy up from his sitting position.

“I’m Minho, it is indeed a pleasure m’lady.” Minho did a mock bow similar to how one would centuries ago, and he kept a pure smile on his face to show he meant no harm. “Now, since we are still stuck here, what do you say we learn a dance together?”

“That sounds wonderful.”

Hours later, Chan, Woojin, and Changbin made their way back to the still locked practice room. They had left to give the two the time and privacy they needed, and were anxious to see what awaited them.

“What if Minho escaped and left her there?” Changbin had been listing off various impossible scenarios on the long walk back, which made the other two begin to grow as concerned as he was. “I’m telling you, we should have stayed to make sure nothing got out of control.”

“I’m sure they’re fine. Besides, if anyone could escape it wouldn’t be Minho. Belle is crafty, she would trap him in there if she could.” The trio laughed at Woojin’s remark, knowing Belle’s drive and ambition often led her to do spiteful and crafty things like the proposed scenario.

“She would-” Chan was cut off by a loud thud that reverberated through the halls. The only room it could have come from was the one with their friends trapped inside. They looked to each other with worry-filled features before sprinting to the door. They looked through the window in shock to see Belle sprawled out on the floor with Minho laughing at her. Their concern only grew, and they barged in as soon as they unlocked the door. Minho looked at the three with surprise written on his face. Though, before they could begin questioning him on what happened, Belle, having not heard them yet, began speaking to Minho.

“I swear, if you drop me one more time you’re going to get it. It’s a simple lift! I swear, you’re a mess.” She pounced up and grabbed him by the shoulders before pulling him into a headlock and messing up his hair, as one would do with an annoying sibling.

“Yah, stop that! It is a hard move! And also, we have company sweet-cheeks.” Minho said in between laughs and whilst struggling to breathe through the girl’s harsh, but loving, hold on him. Belle stopped instantly to see the three intruders with dropped jaws and wide eyes. They had not expected the two to be so affectionate in such little time.

Changbin snapped out of the surprised haze first and simply chuckled. “I told you my plan would work. I had no doubts whatsoever.” While they began to playfully argue about whose plan it was, Minho and Belle shot each other a look. They skillfully made their way to the door without catching the attention of the bickering trio. They slipped out and locked the door. Minho pulled out his phone to text them.

Minho: When you three stop arguing, we will let you out ;)

The three had still not noticed their phones, as they were too engrossed in the playful banter, and Belle just sighed.

“It isn’t the best payback, but I guess it works.”

“They’ll notice eventually. That is when it is going to get good.” The two continued to laugh and joke as they walked away from the scene with a new friend and a content smile on both their faces.

#stray kids #skz #lee know #lee minho #minho #skz minho #skz fluff #skz angst #stray kids angst #stray kids fluff #lee minho fluff #lee know fluff #stray kids 9th member #stray kids 10th member #stray kids extra member #skz extra member

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ghost1643 · 4 years

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Headcanons of a tmnt AU I did in middle school

Mainly Venus so be warned. I am so sorry to my followers. Lol

Venus:

Venus’s was born a human boy who’s mother died in a car crash shortly after they were born. Their father went mad trying to find a way to revive her which eventually results in him working with the krang. He experimented on his three children eventually turning his youngest, Venus to a turtle when she was three. He physically abused her along the same time while her aunt..well we’ll mention her later.

Once she’s turned into a turtle he tries to kill her since he find he can no longer mutate her. Her brother helps her escape into an alley way where he tells her to just wait. However he never comes back. Instead his father gets him. While Venus waits some drunk homeless men finds her and demands food her brother snuck her in her tiny backpack. When she refuses to give him any, he almost beats her almost to death. She’s rescued by splinter who promptly adopts her and names her after Galileo which is short lived name.

She grows up close to Mikey. Yet, she’s also an easy child. She’ll do anything anyone asks because she doesn’t want to be abused or abandoned again. However she still plays pranks with Mikey while believing her brother will come back for her one time.

While Mikey is into a human stunt show and Leo is into a star trek show, Venus is into a sailor moon like tv show. She loves sailor moon so much that eventually she asks splinter when she’s gonna be a girl like sailor moon. When splinter asks what she means she explains that since she’s a girl shouldn’t she get to look like sailor moon too. Splinter accepts this and lets her rename herself Venus. As for the boys, they just grew use to her being a girl just around them, so they’re just relived they don’t have to worry around spilenter anymore.

She gets sick a lot after she turns six since her body was experimented on. So she doesn’t train much. In turn she works on her interest in arts came from. This ends with her obtaining an amazing art skill which always has her drawing hyper realalistic objects and people.

Mikey hangs out with her a lot thus creating a strong bond between them. They’re almost like twins. It’s to the point where he begs for a tutu for her at one point.

Donnie admires her art skills and helps her learn math. She’s good at everything up to graphs. She’s got a bone to pick with graphs.

Ralph treats her like a rival until she finally gets in on a training session with them. Once shes training is he smacks her which some how end up with her really hurt. She’s sobbing in pain looking death,y pale memories of her bio father abuse flashing through her head while Ralph rushes off to get their dad. After that point on he’s nicer and more kind to her than his other family members.

Leo thinks she’s a Great artist and funny. They however argue with each other a lot over her not training as much as they do. Despite this theytill love each other.

Splinter treats her like a daddy’s girl since she gets so sick so often and seems to have a form of mental health issues such as ptsd from her past life. He however is more tough on her about everyday things like going to the surface fearfully she’ll be more likely to die. Heck he thinks her mental health issues make her more likely to give in and die at any time.

When the boys meet April in the 2012 version, when she’s sick with the flu stuck in bed with only splinter, tv and Ralph’s pet spike for comfort. However when they bring April to the sewers to meettheie father Venus instantly realizes she’s a legalism. However she ignores her feelings seeing as aprilis obviously straight and Donnie loves her.

She gets worried about these feelings. Sure the bus and her father can accept her as a girl but, what about her liking girls. The boys can like girls, they don’t have to worry about seeming to masculine. They don’t have to worry about their family thinking they’re messed up. Either way she keeps it to herself as she behind to training to keep her anxiety Down. Eventually she breaks and confines herself in spike, Ralph’s pet turtle. She starts sharing everything with him since he’s just a pet and can’t tell anyone. So she begins to calm down and allows herself to get closer to April. They become good friends while all becomes good again.

That is until you know, spike gets mutated into a turtle like them. She started to freak out knowing he’ll tell her secrets. She freaks and is obviously uncomfortable around him. Spike waits until they’re alone before he tells her straight up he’s not going to put her and she should come out as a lesbian when she feels cmoftable too. She just smiled an dhugs him as an instant bond is created. Mikey on the other hand walks in, sees them hug and just jumps a step assuming they’re in love.

Anyways unlike in the 2012 show spike stays around after a fight with Leo. He becomes like a cousin of sorts whom Venus enjoys trying to teach math to. He trains with the male’s and soon begins going on missions with them. Soon he gets an okay and Venus goes on a few minion missions with them. She actually becomes part of a big happy team for a while. Then the shred is introudced

He collapses a building on the team pinning Ralph under some debree. Spike rushes in to save him but, doesn’t come back out. The floor opens up allowing spike to drop to his ‘death’. Venus proves herself by saving Ralph.

As for Ralph, he stays silent all the way home seeing as he just watched his best friend die. He explains this to splinter and Venus sketches a picture to remember spike by. She works late into the night before realizing only her and Ralph are left always. He steps on spikes old toy on his Wha to bed. She joked baoyt the toy being louder than spike ever was. Ralph laughs before breaking down in sobs only to promptly have his sister hug him tightly.

Ralph soon refuses to leave his room suffering from a mild moment of depression. To cheering him up Mikey tries pulling pranks which fails. Leo offers to let Ralph kick his butt which fails. Donnie makes him a robot turtle which almost works. Yet, late at night Venus sneaks into his room and drags him out at night which for the record she’s only ever planne dto Do once before. She takes him out to a place marked to be torn down and lets him go bat shit crazy on it. The week the place before meeting Casey Jones, who’s a trans man in this AU. This ends up with case and Ralph becoming fast friends

They sneak back in undetected and Ralph is bakc this normal self now. Except he won’t go anywhere alone anymore scared he’ll be almost killed again if he is. So he’s a little damaged. Eventually he introduce Casey to the family and he’s accepted into the family more than his own.

Soon Mikey is searching for a friend. This ends up with him sneaking out at night a lot. One night Venus catches him sneaking out. She’s gets concerned and tells Leo what she saw knowing he’s the best at following people. So they both head out with Ralph and Donnie for back up following Mikey.

They follow him to a sewer system with Leather face in it. Leather face attacks ether other until he gets a good look at Venus’s eyes. Once he does he stops attacking and calls Venus by her old human name. As soon as he does her memories come back as the world gets darker around her. She can hear her father screaming as he pops her shoulder routine of place. She cane feels the needles being wedged into her skin. She gpcan hear her sister breathing her for being the ‘favourite’. She can feel her aunts hand on her getting lower and lower until she star5 screaming as loud as she can before fainting.

That my friends is the result of Venus first anxiety attack. She faints in a sewer.

Donnie and Ralph carry her back home where splinter breathes them for sneaking out. Ralph feels guilty. Meanwhile leather face is just confused as to whyvenus fainted and freaked out about being called her dead name. Mikey sits him down and explains about Venus being transgender along with what it means. It take a while but, Leather head comes around still being a little confused. After all it’s the same person/mutant, just a different gender.

When Venus wakes up Leather face apologizes. He just sits there chatting with her making her feel a bit better. Mikey comes with him. Then soon the whole family is getting to know Leather face and they all just talking getting to know the difference between their lives now. As they do leather face just mentioned he was mutated shortly after something happened but that was it. Venus is just to tired to ask.

She dozes off again as her brother head off to bed as spiel goes to the room she’s staying in since her dad’s gone missing. Casey head home when splinter asks what happened to make him like this. Leatherface dances around the issuer before reaching two years after Venus and her brother had tried to run away, one of her father’s experiments killed her brother. As for Venus’s older sister, she grew cold. Cold enough to attempt to kill her father. Her father fought back knocking over Leather faces tank. Leather face rushed off before seeing the outcome but,had heard her scream and seen a gush of blood on the window. He got half way the sewer when the krange, an alien race her father worked with found him.they made him into this before turning him into this.

Splinter decides to wait to tell Venus her biological family is long gone. In the meantime Leather face lives with them and helps them train incase the orang come to the sewers to getthem. Venus becomes a better fighter making Leo proud. Leatherface bond with splinter over both of them having forms of ptsd over watching their loved ones die. He helped ralphchnanel his anger.

Soon he sees t fit to leave and moves into a different sewer system to help other mutants like him. As soon as he’s free, Karai steps into the picture during Venus’s first big mission with Leo. Leo crushes on karai for a bit while Venus justhas to deal with being the on,y sane one when it comes to ideas on Karai during the mission.

Long story short Leo’s maskgets ripped and Venus just gets snippy seeing as Karai literally tried to kill Leo when he spared her. Then it happens again. And again. And again. So needless to say she hates Karai towards the end of it.

Then Donnie gets kidnapped by the foot clan who think he has in formation on how to reverse the mutatagion for a reason I can’t find but I remember being a big deal. I think Shreder had bend slightly exposed to it and wanted a way to reverse the effects. Anyways it comes down to Mickey and Venus being in a control room looking for his cell while Leo and Ralph fight off the soldiers. They begin losing heavily.

Ralph says “well guys if this is it I guess it’s time to admit that I don’t actually hate you all. You’re the bets family I could ask for.” This ends up with last minute admitions.

Leo admits “Mikey I secretly like all of your jokes. I just pretend their childish.”

Mikey’s admits to breaking Venus’s sailor moon doll when they were five that she just loved more than anything.

Venus just is silent before a bulletproof whooshes by her head nearly missing her. She realizes this might acatully be it. It might be the end and she was never true to herself fully abou who she was. Not true about what happened to her. So she just says it. “I’m a lesbian.” Yet, she really Wabtedto admit to something else too.

Needless to say there’s a moment of silence before Ralph spins around yelling what. Thankfully they survive but, there’s a bit of awkward tension as Venus breaks Donnie out of his cell. He didn’t ask what happened until they’re safe on the top of a building. Ralph just chuckles mumbling not to worry about it until Venus tells him. Donnie doesn’t mind but is curious.

Venus waits until two days late retell him in private. Donnie just hugs her instead of distancing himself like Ralph as begun to. Mikey acts like nothing changed. Leo meanwhile just lays in her room waiting until he knows splinter isn’t around before gushing about women with her. It’s the most the two have ever gotten along. After Donnie heals nothing really changes except him joking about building her a robot girlfriend. Ralph meanwhile distance himself which hurts Venus a lot, she puts more focus into training until she gets sick..again.

While she’s laying in bed trying to nap Ralph sneaks in.

“Hey you up?” “Yeah I am now.” “I....I know I’ve been distant but it’s just...well I know it’s still you. I mean you’re still my sister...it’s just you know..” “Ralph it’s fine.” “No, no it’s not fine. I know I’ve probably been hurting you..I realized it this morning..and I...look I figured you needed a lot of things to support you. I would like to be one of them so I did some research and uh...well me and Casey got you something.”

He drops a heart pin that’s split in two. One part is the trans flag and the other is the lesbian pride flag. Needless to say Venus cries and hugs Ralph close who just happily returns it.

Soon she comes out to Casey first about being lesbian. He doesn’t care mush seeing as Ralph let it slip but lets her know he’s here if she ever what’s to talk. As for April, she comes out as bisexual to her at the same time. Long story short Venus finds out she’s not her type but, Casey is. However she hides it from her father.

Anyways soon the turtles find what looks like a mutant lizard named moan Lisa who’s on edge. She tries to gut Leonardo but, is okay with Ralph. Then Venus notices Ralph being nice to her and actually blushing when she looks at him. She puts two and two together joking with him about meeting hsi true love. He just argues back with her as they move Mona in with them until they can get her another safer place to stay. Mona soon finds herself bonding with the turtles while getting really friendly with Ralph.

Venus and Mikey make bets on who will start the first kiss. Donnie finds out and joins saying t will be an accidental kiss. Leo’s bets they will never kiss. Then splinter finds out and bets they will kiss when Mona leaves.

Meanwhile Mona seems on edge. Soon she admits to not being a mutant but an alien who’s species in at war with the Krange. She came here to find help or their secret weapon which she did. It’s the mutangeon which Venus’s dad helped make into a weapon. And she did find help in the form of other Mutants who are in hiding throughout New York. She rushes to get back to her ship to keep her species from invading to find the information out by rove. However before she leaves she kisses Ralph before giving him her contact and rushing off.

Yeah well the turtles each lose a bet to splinter.

From what I can Remember the story continues to follow them as the turtles try to find the other mutants to help Mona’s species. They find mondo gecko who’s nonbianry and low key flirts with Mikey a lot who is to clueless to catch onto this. A bunch of other mutants move in with leather face and train Incas ether are neede dto for the alien war.

Karai gets into a battle with theturtles and ends up stuck in a building with Venus. They are forced to work together and get to know each other better becoming frenamies. Leo confesses his love for Karai whom rejects him but, offers to be friends. He accepts but cries in private...then Splinter regales Karai is his long lost daughter and Leo feels like he dodged a huge bullet.

Mikey also gets a sort a human love interest from April’s school. She’s into video games, anime and loves his jokes. Heck she even has her own cat who loves ice cream kitty.

Casey and April start going out making Donnie a bit upset. In the end he’s just happy if she’s happy. Venus finds out he’s a bit upset and takes him out on a night on the town for fun. Once there they have the time of their lives.

Leo starts to get crushes on male mutants they find and female mutants. He confines these feelings in Venus who supports him fully. Then he comes out and gets more support from everyone. Two days later, with support from Leo, comes out to splinter. Splinter just hugs her tightly before hugging love to just happy they’re being true to themselves.

April sneaks Venus out to a pride march. Once there she’s assumed to be a furry of sorts. She gets embarrassed as a few people crack jokes but, soon discovers they accept her no matter what.

Donnie finds out where Venus’s mom is hurried and takes her there on her birthday. After all she’s always wanted to meet her mom. Venus brings flowers and just cries happy tears talking about how she was so proud to meet her mom at all. Like it’s emotional enough to make Donnie cry. He doesn’t have the heart to make her leave so, he just sits there talking with Venus and her mom for hours when the other brothers show up. They all take to her before heading home by night falls. After that night Venus fists her grave every other month just to talk.

Splinter tells the kids what the shredder did to his family.he gets a lot of hugs from Venus after wards.

Karai finds out the truth and breaks into the sewer to meet her dad. He moves her in without thought and she shares a room with Venus. They bond a bit more since Venus is staying in her room a lot, still constantly sick while Karaiis just being locked in a room for protection for a while. Then she helps all the turtles train. It’s a little awkward between her and Leo but soon it gets to a normal brother sister relationship. She offers to se Venus up too which is awkward before she realizes Venus Is a lesbian. Then it goes more awkward when she apologizes like every five second about not knowing sooner.

Karai gets curious and asks Casey and Venus about dysmorphia. The two a very blunt about how it makes them feel like everything in their body is wrong down to a depressing note. It ends with Karai baking cupcakes to cheer them up which surprisingly works.

Casey comes clean to Ralph about being abused as a child one night. He just gets mad and yells before just breaking down and admitting his mom is sometimes drunk and beats him. Ralph gets worried and asks splinter what he should do. All splinter says is have him move in. As Ralph goes to get his friend Venus just breaks a bit and is a bit more jumpy. Everyone ignores ituntil a week later splinter asks her about it. Genus just break bfeore hinging at her father abusing her.

Shredder gets a hold of Karai again and mutates her into a snake like creature but unlikes in the 2012 show she doesn’t go insane. She can control hersefl a little. Leo calms her down enough to get her to come home. Once there everyone bands together to help her with her new mutant powers. Which goes well for once.

April’s dad is rescued from a krange base. He moves into a farm house with April and brings Casey with him. He also brings a few Mutangs to help April train for what mught happen. Yet, April calls the turtles every night to talk with them.

Leo falls for a certain rabbit samurai, who in this AU is a disowned young teen whom was mutated during a pride celebration turned kidnapping. A rabbit samurai who feelsthe same way.

Mona comes back for a visit. She helps rescue a few more mutants befeore officially going on a date with Ralph...too April’s new house. Either way it works. They start going out.

Karai with her family’s support fists her mother grave. Then fists Venus’s with her.

The krange team up with the foot clan sending an assaying after the turtles. The turtles fight back but Leo is badly injured by a assaying Karai knows to well. The assaying almost behaved her twice by her father orders. However the turtles are able to fight her off and get Leo in a card. The family starts to leave and gets half way gone when the assaying rips down the door. Venus fights her off before she is demasked showing her eyes to the assaying who just freezes. She closes her eyes preparing for an attack when she hear her voice. “Brother?”

Venus looks up seeing her sisters famous blue eyes yet, in a turtle form.one with scars and scratches and bruises. She just is frozen in place before kicking her sister off. Venus starts yelling that she knew what she did. She told her father about them trying to leave. She wrecks dtheir escape. Her sister wa the reason her brother died. All her older sister does is freeze up before being kicked outside onto the road as they escape to a farm house.

Once there Venus what’s until Leo is safe and everyone is asleep to cry. She cries heavily as her sister just is numb knowing she tried to kill her brother, the only family member she has left.

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That was all I came up with in order before the end of season three I think. I had a few other idea but couldn’t fit them in becaus dto he honest it focused on Leo healing from his psychic scaring his fight left behind and Venus healing from the mental scarring her family left behind.

Venus was supported to have a few more run ins with her sister whom never got names, but I know I am now happy to call Jenika. Jenika was supposed to a cold rouyhless killer who hates everyone but has deep rooted sadness.

Venus was also supposed to get a girlfriend who I never decided on a sign for. Mikey’s love interest was supposed to help out more with Leo’s healing process and keeping an eye out for mutangs in new York for them. A certain rabbit samurai vista Leo a lot while he heals falling mode in love with him. Specials father becomes more accepting to mutangs n venal.

I just didn’t know how to write it is all but if this gets a lot of attention I could write more I guess.i mean I have no idea but if anyone had any recommendations for her girlfriend let me know.

#reblogs welcome #tmnt #tmnt 2012 #venus's story #tmnt venus de milo #i need this #part one?#venus tmnt #tmnt venus #venus de milo #tmnt au #nottcest #lgtbtq #lgbtq au #my idea #tmnt fic

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alrightinbed-betterwithapen · 5 years

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i always tell the truth, even when i lie...

{prologue pt two: how Kova is formed}

Mob Boss!David x Reader

A/N: hey guys, so this is just blurbs about how each vlog squad member became real members of David’s gang. I left some people out just cause they don’t fit in the narrative I’m picturing. But I hope you enjoy! Strong violence ahead folks, as well as the rest of the series! A couple deaths too.

•Alex Ernst•

Alex always knew something about David was off. He always thought he saw the charming brunette hiding dead eyes behind feigned excitement. Too calculated for a boy of only nineteen. But Alex saw himself reflected in every move the man made.

Alex could relate to his friend more than anyone else he’d ever met. He instantly respected David and latched onto him. You don’t meet many people in this world who are as uncaring and unconcerned in the way they climb the ladder to the top as David and him were.

David hid behind charm and likability.

Alex hid behind innocence and religion.

Alex doesn’t say anything about it until David comes to him one evening and tells him he’s going to see their friends at the Denny house to offer them... a new business venture.

He offers it to Alex first.

Alex says yes, took you long enough, what do you need me to do, who do you need me to act as? Willing as always to take on any role he had to, to get what he wanted (or in this case what David wanted).

David knows right away Alex will always be on a different level than the rest of the crew. Alex will be more his equal than anyone else he has to corrupt.

Because he doesn’t have to corrupt him. He doesn’t have to convince him. Alex is willing and as ready as he is.

Alex is also good with guns. He talks Tomas into letting them add a large gun running operations revenue to the drug running money they’ve been laundering. (That’s the first fucking nail in the coffin for Tomas, but the large, dumb man has no idea.) The weapon buyers and sellers like Alex way better than they ever like Tomas. It’s a profitable situation for all.

In the car ride back to their apartment, leaving the first meeting with Tomas since Alex established himself with the weapons clientele, Alex says, “Your business needs a name.”

“It has a name, the Brothers’ Circle.”

“That’s the name of the cunts Tomas works for.”

“That we work for, Alex,” David facetiously reprimands, pushing to reveal the true meaning behind his friends words.

“Yeah,” he answers, looking out the window of David’s beat up Corolla, “for now.”

It makes David’s heart fill with love for the man. His best friend is thinking bigger picture just like he is. He feels validated in his internal descision to make this man the de facto co-leader of his future gang.

(Alex comes up with their name, Kova, a throwback to David’s origins and core of who he really is. A boy born in nowheresville Slovakia who’s gonna take over the world.)

•Liza Koshy•

Liza is like a lump of clay when Gabbie introduces her to David. He’s immediately drawn to her soft face and lively personality. He wants to ruin her. (Gabbie pulls him aside at the party they’re at, long before Kova was even a thought, and tells him she’s a gift. For being a good friend. And that he can make the dark skinned girl into whatever he wants her to be. “She’s young and insecure, go play.” Gabbie’s always been a dark minded girl, she used to read David like a book.)

He has fun reeling Liza in with his boyish charms and faked romantic sensibilities. She’s sooo easy. He picks apart her mind, morals and principles in one night, the night he first tells her he loves her.

He’s not lying, not really. He loves who he’s going to twist her to be. His perfect Harley Quinn. He’ll rip the compassion out of her if he has to.

He doesn’t actually have to, the girl is just a sweet little teenager looking for true love. It makes him laugh in hindsight at how simple it actually was. At how much goodness was once in the girl he’s seen curb stomp a drug dealer in the back alleys of LA because they refused to cut profits with Kova. She broke his jaw and David fucked her in his Tesla, giggling out a narrative of how the guys teeth popped out of his head while she rode him.

Liza would burn the world for David when he meets (Y/N).

She gets jealous and insecure by that fact that she needed to be programmed by David with a darkness that (Y/N) wore like skin, comfortable and natural.

You don’t pose a threat, not right away.

And if you send her into a trap, a drug drop off that was being ambushed by a rival amateur gang, that leads to her untimely death...

Well, what were you suppose to do? David would never do it. Too proud of the work that went into the weak girl.

And you wanted the man to yourself.

(He’s impressed, as you are smarter and more conniving than the guinea pig he’d been given as a present by Gabbie would ever be.)

Liza’s there at the beginning of Kova and she plays her part. Until you decide you can play it better.

But that’s a story for later...

•Gabbie Hanna•

Gabbie is easy. She wants money and attention and acceptance. She hands over her merch account info and starts finding leads to other vloggers who have a substance abuse problem. They always have friends who are as addicted as them, Gabbie explains, which is long run profitable. The girl is ruthless and David admires that about her.

She was one of his first close friends when he moved to LA. He’s stoked she’s progressing so nicely in his operation.

David includes her in his plans from the beginning, because she’s loyal and as obsessed with money as he is. But when he takes her to meet Tomas with Alex and Liza the first time, she’s so freaked out. Gabbie doesn’t grasp the severity of the situation until she’s in a warehouse full of drugs and guns.

David meets with her the next day and offers her an out. It’s late at night after the long, winding talk, but Gabbie is relieved and accepting that she can back out, promises not to tell anyone. He respects and genuinely cares about Gabbie and gives her what she wants, like promised. But not before Heath and Zane grab her arm and hold it down while David carves Kova into her upper arm.

Gabbie takes it, she understands.

It’s not two months later when he gets a call from Liza telling him that Gabbie’s trying to talk her into leaving him and helping her go to the cops. (Gabbie mistakenly thinks that because Liza was her friend first that her loyalties wouldn’t lay with David. She’s wrong.)

David brings Scott and Zane to grab her coming home from a late night gym session (that she’s stupidly been Snapchat-ing all evening).

He doesn’t need to torture her, but he thinks it’s a good lesson for Scott and Zane. The word will spread quickly through Kova.

You don’t fuck with David, ever.

The man could have deep love and respect for you, but he’d put a bullet in your head without thinking twice and if you make him angry enough to hurt you before that, well... you’ll be wishing he had just shot you instead.

The boys burn her body in the desert while David waits in the car and finishes editing his next vlog.

What a shame.

She was always reliable as clickbait for a thumbnail.

•Scotty Sire and Kristen McAtee•

Scotty’s chomping at the bit when David first offers the dude a bag full of cash late in the early morning at the Denny house. He can’t help the large, wicked smile on his face the entire time David spiels to the group.

He’s in from the first sentence, desperate to channel the darkness his depression had cursed him with from childhood. He could do this, and much more. Scott’s excited to become apart of something bigger than him. He’d happily worship the gospel of what would later be called Kova.

Kristen is easy to drag along, especially because of her addiction to pills and then later, more heavy drugs. She’ll do whatever she has to keep her man and her fix. She turns a calculated blind eye to their dealings and separates herself as much as possible.

David doesn’t like loose ends.

Word about Gabbie gets to her and she internally freaks out. She doesn’t know why, she doesn’t really care. Gabbie fucked up and got what was coming to her. But it feels like the calm before the storm.

David tells Scott he needs more from Kristen. He wants her to wear the Kova brand, he wants them all to after Gabbie tries to fuck them over. But he wants the curly headed girl to be first. Scott understands, he’s front row to the distance she’s created between her and the Kova family.

She’s partying with them all when Liza lures her to talk in an isolated bedroom, where Scott, Alex and David are waiting.

“Sorry, Kris. It’s just how it is,” David’s telling her when Scott and Alex maneuver her to the desk chair while their leader cleans a knife. “And you should be honored, I want you to be the first. I want you to start the family. Cause that’s what we are. We’re a family above all else. You wouldn’t betray your family, would you? You wouldn’t be Gabbie... Would you?”

Kristen resigns to shaking her head no, allowing Scott to extend her arm as David encroaches and presses the tip of the knife into the sensitive skin of her upper arm. Liza and Alex stand back, watching and blocking the exit. Kristen looks to Scott who only nods his approval before shutting her eyes tight when David begins slicing her arm.

The bass of the music throughout the house muffles her screams.

(Scott feeds her Percocets when it’s over and promises her the world. That’s the night she’s introduced to heroin.)

The rest of them receive the same mark personally from David by the end of the week.

•Zane Hijazi and Heath Hussar•

Zane’s psychotic. Genuinely a mad man, and David loves it as much as it’s a liability. Heath is a good reprieve though, knowing how to wrangle the crazed man.

They’re a fucking pair, that’s for sure. And with Heath’s experience in drug dealing and Zane’s past with beating the shit out of anyone who tried to stop or hassle Heath, they fit into Kova like they’ve been waiting their whole lives to be in the upper echelon of a gang. (They have.)

Heath is the guy David sends out to potential drug suppliers, such a people person and manipulator that David wishes he could bottle the man’s relatability to dose his entire crew with. The man has made him some serious fucking money with his banter.

Zane’s the guy David brings out at night or to see Tomas’ men, to terrify the peasants around him into submission. Zane is his guard dog on a short, but removable leash. The taller man is always just looking for a good time, whether that’s doing shots or breaking someone’s arm.

With the boundaries of what it means to be Kova and family set, etched into his skin, Zane becomes determined to protect his new clan, and his new always changing and addicting life.

David buys him a Porsche after he beats a thug of Tomas’ to death with his bare hands. The man had insulted David, his height and his hair. It rolled off the leaders back, but set something alight in Zane.

David doesn’t call him off until his hands are completely coated in blood.

(Tomas doesn’t say a word except to tell his men to clean up the mess and apologize to David. The fat man slaps Zane on the back on his way out, murmuring, “That’s a man you want around.”)

•Jason Nash•

Jason is his personal sounding board. The man is so much smarter than he lets anyone see. Jay can see from the outside in, how people will preceive them and how to effectively hide in plain sight.

Jason has a family, so it’s a little more difficult to convince him to give David his loyalty. Until the money is presented and David offers his family a clear cut and prosperous future. And to keep them out of all of it. The older man says yes after a couple days of thinking.

David seals the deal by bringing him to Miami, meeting with some drug runners from Belarus. They try to haggle David, get the price higher that what Tomas had offered. Jason laughs at them and follows David when he goes to walk out.

One of the men grabs Jay’s wrist and yanks his hand back to the dinner table they’d been sitting around and stabs his palm through with a steak knife, pinning him to the table in a bloody mess before hissing about disrespecting his boss.

Jason takes the knife out without flinching and stabs the guy in the aortic, blood splattering on his own face and chest.

“Don’t try to fuck with us,” Jason says so calmly to the criminals watching in awe, it’s unnerving, “and keep a leash on your puppy.”

The boss from eastern Europe laughs and apologizes before continuing the transaction with the original offer. He gives Jason the dead man’s Rolex, as a token of good will.

David accepts.

•Todd Smith•

Todd is a guy who wants to be smart, and just fucking isn’t. He’s easy. Money, girls, drugs and Todd is fucking his. It only takes a itty bitty cocaine addiction and Todd’s loyalty is an ever lasting stream of favors and obedience.

Scott takes Todd to kidnap a daughter of one of the Mexican mafias generals. David wants to run a piece of West Hollywood that he currently controls.

David is highly impressed with the lies Todd weaves to the pretty girl, keeping her calm and placated through out the ordeal. He’s even more impressed when Todd follows his orders to cut off her finger to send to her father; the olive skinned man doesn’t think twice. And the girl is still stuck deep in her Stockholm Syndrome, even after she only has nine fingers.

They return her to her family, no worse for wear, when the general gives up his terrority in WeHo.

David rents out a Vegas strip club and penthouse for Todd. He did well.

•Carly Incontro and Erin Gilfoy•

Carly and Erin are too fucking excited about Gabbie’s death. He watches them pick apart the story from Scott and Zane, and laugh manically when David tells them too much detail about the torture she had endured.

They are great to use strategically with their seduction or mask of ignorance used as a weapon. He has them paired up with a couple of guys higher up in Tomas’ operation, waiting like sleeper agents for the day when David will tear apart Tomas and his men. They’ll deliver the first bullets, crippling the obese excuse of a man’s team so that David can go in for the kill.

He had them train with Alex, who reports exactly what he had predicted about the girls: they’re addicted to the perks, the money, the clothes, the power. They love David, they’d do anything for their boss and friend. It makes David so happy.

They’re his favorite little princesses.

•Corinna Kopf•

David’s been working on Corinna since high school. She doesn’t contribute anything but her tits really, he only needs her every once and a while to seduce someone before killing or maiming them. He gives her to Todd to make her happy and keep the overly horny man satisfied.

But she’s loyal, has been since David met her. She tells David the things the vlog squad thinks he doesn’t know. She’s like an internal mole, not needed in most moments, but useful when people start getting too big for their britches.

Like Matt King. Zane vouched for the guy, (Heath tells David privately not to trust his best friend because his judgment is always clouded when it come to new people offering him a good time) and David lets it slide.

Until Corinna comes over one day, leaving Todd at home to fuck David while he edits and Liza is in New York. The blonde is sucking his cock, when she pulls back and says,

“Matt is trying to convince Zane to move to Europe. Says he has friends in Amsterdam doing bigger things than Kova.”

David comes in her mouth and kisses her forehead before sending her off and telling her to round up Scott and Todd and send them his way.

David picks up Heath and Zane, asking if it’s true. Zane says yeah, but he thought the dude was kidding, they were drunk as fuck at Todd’s.

(Zane doesn’t lie, he doesn’t have it in him. Too insane to try to manipulate or spin his words like his best friend.)

Heath is livid when they meet Scott and Todd at one of their hideouts filled with money and weapons. David is tired and thinks this is a good opportunity to release the reigns a little bit. He tells the men what they’re going to do and watches them plan how to end the bleached blond man’s life.

He leaves when they’re loading up one of their nondescript SUVs and Alex is arriving. His best friend is grabbing his arm, halting his steps as he makes his way to the Tesla, leaning in and asking, “Are we gonna make him hurt before we bury him, or nah?”

David gives him what do you think eyes, and replies, “If they come up with the idea themselves, I’ll buy them all fucking Tesla’s.”

The next day he’s purchasing four Tesla coupes and sending Alex an envelope showing the stock he now owns of Elon Musk’s company, valuing upwards of five hundred thousand dollars.

•Jeff Wittek•

Jeff approaches David, which is a first. But David’s well aware of the man’s past before he introduces himself. He’s just as dumb as his new friend Todd and more naive. He fits him to the same role as Todd after watching the man put a bullet between the eyes of a lackey that couldn’t pay up fronted money David gave the guy.

But, Jeff proves way more useful than David ever could have imagined.

Jeff slaps down a duffle bag in front of David one day, oddly symmetrical to the way David had started everything. He says it’s a gift from his uncle in New Jersey. There’s two hundred and fifty thousand dollars in it along with a hard drive of incriminating photos, videos and documents on Tomas and his men.

“My uncle doesn’t like how Tomas runs the most lucrative port on the West Coast. You... you he likes, David,” Jeff tells him, crooked grin on his lips.

And that’s how David finds out that not only is Jeff the nephew of the last Godfather of the Italian mob in the United States, but that the centuries old organization is actively courting him to take over.

He likes Jeff.

David still demands loyalty though, even from a man owned and born into the Italian mob. He doesn’t get Kova carved on his arm, he gets it cut over his heart after he and Alex mentally break Jeff down over the course of a weekend in David’s basement.

“And what do you have now, Jeff?” Alex asks, as David finishes up the A in Kova with his dagger. The modelesque man doesn’t flinch with the cut, he just stares ahead, tears dried on his face from a long weekend of reprogramming.

“A new family.”

David laughs as he wipes away the blood from the man’s chest and disinfects the wounds so they don’t fester.

He’s got international backing and a spy now.

David buys Jeff a nice house and spends an insane amount of money ruining his ex-girlfriends acting career. He likes the malicious look on Jeff’s face when he sees the tweets roll in, exposing Cierra’s MDMA addiction and several crude sex tapes from Jeff and her’s threesomes with a married director.

Jeff thinks he made the right choice.

Family over blood, always.

•••••

That’s how the kids become Kova.

And how David builds his empire to reflect his strength.

•••••

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six impossible things before breakfast

Summary: Emma has GOT to stop ogling the hot dad of Henry's newest classmate. Yeah he owns a bookshop, and yeah he's a ridiculously devoted dad but does it make him that attractive anyway? (Of course it does.)

A/N: Thank you everyone who made this event possible and allowing me to participate! Happy @csjanuaryjoy ! This prompt was very loosely inspired by the thought I had about how it would probably suck to start a new school at the beginning of January. Enjoy!

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“Mom! Mom! Mom!”

Emma hadn’t even opened the door all the way when her ten year old nearly careened into her. “Woah, kid, where’s the--”

“We have to go to the store right now, c’mon!” Henry exclaimed, tugging on Emma’s hand, trying to pull her back down the stairs from the apartment.

“Kid, I just got home--”

“We have a new student in class and she missed the Secret Snowflake because it’s January 2nd now and everyone’s still talking about their holiday gifts and she didn’t get any and we have to go get her one please!”

Emma had to admit, she was impressed by two things in that spiel. The first was that Henry said all of that in one breath. The second was that her kid had the biggest heart of anyone she knew, and even though she was exhausted from a long day of work, she wasn’t going to stop her kid from doing a good deed.

“All right, let’s go,” Emma said. Henry started to race ahead of her and she hollered after him, “But not until you put a hat, a scarf and a coat on, mister!” Chuckling as he darted back into the apartment, Emma let herself be warmed by her son’s enthusiasm, despite the cold, bitter wind outside.

Henry’s father was far out of the picture, and Emma had wondered from the beginning just how she was going to raise this little boy on her own. But she was glad she had made the decision to keep him all those years ago, especially given how much he added to her life.

For all his rushing and sprinting and yelling, Henry hadn’t forgotten to hug her before they headed down the stairs and back out into the cold. She cupped the back of his head, hoping that he’d never outgrow this.

Mother and son trudged through the slushy city streets to Henry’s favorite bookshop. “So how was work today?” Henry asked, kicking up a little slush with his boot.

“Fine,” Emma said with a grimace.

“That doesn’t sound fine,” Henry said worriedly, looking up at her. His eyes began to search for injuries before Emma gently ruffled his hair. He seemed to relax again before adding teasingly, “Mom, don’t tell me you’re behind on your paperwork again!”

“Guilty,” Emma admitted grudgingly and Henry laughed.

“You’d think one of Boston’s top detectives would be better at filling out paperwork,” Henry said despairingly, though the joking element in his voice was as clear as day.

“Yeah, yeah, yeah, Captain Holt,” Emma replied, still grinning from ear to ear. “While making sure things are done correctly is a really important of part of my job, sometimes that little stuff gets lost in the way of the bigger picture.”

“Like catching bad guys?”

“Like being home on time so my son can drag me out into the bookstore to get a gift for a new classmate.”

“Won’t David--I mean, Captain Nolan, be mad?” The note of worry that had once again entered her son’s voice, and she gently squeezed his hand. “No, no, he gets it. He said as long as I have it by the end of the week I won’t have to work overtime. And it’s not that bad, it’s only three or four cases.”

“Or seven,” Henry snorted and Emma nudged him with her shoulder. He opened the door to the bookstore and darted inside before she could get another word in edgewise.

Hook’s Nook was a little Mom and Pop bookshop that recently just changed owners. The couple that had owned it before, Liam and Elsa, were dearly fond of Henry and had probably plied him with more books than they probably could’ve afforded to. Henry and Emma had been glad that the two had gotten married, and then devastated when Liam and Elsa moved. They had yet to meet the new owner, but Liam assured Henry that Hook’s Nook couldn’t be in better hands.

“You’re only getting this book for your friend!” Emma called after him as his little blue beanie disappeared into the many shelves. “I mean it, Henry! My apartment looks like a small library!” She chuckled to herself as his mop of brown hair quickly disappeared, knowing her boy was on the hunt for a book.

“Your lad is a voracious reader then?” A low chuckle caught her attention, and she looked to see a pair of blue eyes glimmering amusedly at her. A man with dark hair and scruff was leaning against the counter, smirking up at her.

Her jaw opened a little and she might’ve blinked once or twice. “You’re not Liam,” is what eloquently spilt out of her mouth.

“No, I am not. Very astute of you,” the man said wryly. He came from around the corner to shake Emma’s hand. “I’m Killian, Liam’s younger brother. Arrived from England a few weeks ago.”

“So that’s what he meant when he said that he was leaving the shop in good hands,” Emma mused, shaking his hand firmly She tried to remember if Liam had mentioned a brother in passing and when she couldn’t think of one, she decided that it might’ve never come up, given that she hated the topic of family all together. Still, she could tell that Liam and Killian had a good relationship, as Killian withdrew his hand and scratched behind his ear, clearly both embarrassed and pleased by his brother’s praise.

“Are you Emma, then?” Killian asked. Her eyes widened with surprise, and he added, “Liam mentioned you and--.”

“I found it!” Henry declared triumphantly, worming between them to put the book on the counter. It was a copy of Alice’s Adventures in Wonderland , a bit tattered and worn but still readable. “This is what I’m going to give her!” he said to his mom.

A moment passed before Henry realized he’d interrupted the two adults. “Oh, I’m sorry,” he said, looking between his mom and Killian.

“It’s all right,” Emma said kindly, ruffling her boy’s hair. “C’mon, I’ll pay Killian and then we’ll go home. I know you: you haven’t eaten dinner yet and you haven’t even begun to start on your homework before I got home.”

Henry smiled sheepishly and Killian laughed, a warm sound that settled in Emma’s chest. “This is Liam’s little brother,” she introduced.

“Younger,” Killian said irately, but there was a playful gleam in his eyes. “I’m Killian’s younger brother, Liam.” Henry looked at the man in confusion and Killian realized his mistake. “I mean, Liam’s younger brother Killian.” It was Killian’s turn to blush now, especially when Emma and Henry both laughed.

Emma just happened to casually check her phone and she gasped when she realized just how late it had gotten. “Oh my god, kid, it’s almost eight o’clock, we have to go home!” she exclaimed. Emma paid for the book and put it in Henry’s backpack, slinging her arm around Henry’s shoulder. “Goodnight, Killian,” she said, all but ushering Henry out of the door.

“I’ll see you around, won’t I?” he called after them. The door clattered behind them, and Emma realized halfway home that they’d never given him an answer. She hoped she’d get to see him again. And soon.

“Starfish,” Killian said gently, walking with Alice to school. A few days had passed since Emma and Henry had visited him in the bookshop, and while he found himself thinking of them from time to time, he couldn’t ignore the problem he had on his own hands. Just a week in a new school and Alice was already being bullied by her peers. He knew it was because Alice was imaginative and was the most creative person he knew, and children were never bound to appreciate that. Besides, it didn’t help matters that they were somewhat poor, and Alice’s clothes weren’t as well kept as her classmates’. Still, there was no reason for the little jabberwockys to pick on his Alice. He had written to the teacher asking her to look into the matter, but the response he received filled him with very little confidence in the matter. While Killian Jones prided himself in being an attentive father, he certainly didn’t think of himself as a helicopter parent and to be called--or even implied so--was quite insulting. Especially when he knew the matter was more serious than he ever could’ve imagined.

His once vivacious and wild girl seemed like a completely different person, now a shadow at his side, clinging to him and hiding away. He prayed that the spring months would come soon, bringing relief to her gloom and hopefully a new friend with it.

“I don’t want to go to school, Papa,” she mumbled.

“Just because you don’t like school doesn’t mean I can’t let you stay home.” He kissed the top of her head and she seemed to curl more into his side and his heart broke. “I’m sure they’re not all bad. All you need is one person to make it less bearable.”

“Well,” Alice started shyly. “There’s this boy--”

“A boy?” Killian spluttered, not sure if he was ready for that.

“No like that , Papa! Boys are gross!” Alice groaned, making a face up at her father. “No, there’s a boy in my class. He gave me a present on my second day, saying that he was my Secret Snowflake...I guess it’s an American gift-giving thing for Christmas.”

“Well that was very kind of him,” Killian murmured, relieved that he didn’t have to worry about dating and preteen hormones on top of everything. Gruffly, he added, “You know you’re not allowed to date until you’re married, right?”

“Papa,” Alice giggled, and he softened, glad he could bring a smile back to her face. The light in her eyes kept on, as she pointed ahead of her. “Look! There he is! Henry!” she called, waving to the boy. “Come meet my Papa!”

The boy weaved through the crowd the same way he weaved through the bookshelves in his store. “Oh, hello, Killian!” Henry said cheerfully, looking up at the man. “I didn’t know you were Alice’s dad!” He looked back at his friend. “I brought it with me! My first Spider-man comic! I thought we could read it together a little bit before class started! You’ll love Spider-man: it’s a classic!”

“Henry! Are you forgetting something?” A tall man, blond and fair held a lunchbox by his head.

“Sorry, David!” Henry called back, running through the crowd.

“He calls his father David?” Killian asked confusedly, watching the boy disappear through the crowd.

“David’s not his father,” Alice said, as if it were obvious and he should’ve known that. “David is his mother’s brother. Henry doesn’t have a father.” If she had any thoughts on the matter, Alice didn’t voice them. She did, however, lean up and kiss her father on the cheek before racing after Henry.

“Huh,” he murmured to himself. “How about that.”

“Emma!” A voice called her from the warm cup of cocoa she was about to sip. Her eyes narrowed: whoever it was better had something good to say. Hot cocoa time was Emma time. Looking around, she saw Killian Jones running toward her.

“Oh,” she said, ignoring the way her traitorous heart began to beat faster at the sight of him. “Hey, Killian. What’s up?”

Killian was fishing through his pockets before handing a few crumpled up bills to her. “This is for the book.”

“Huh?” Emma asked confusedly, wondering if Henry had done something behind her back like sold a book to help her with money or something. She was going to have to have a long talk with that boy one of these days--

“The book your lad bought the other day. Was for my Alice. She’s the new student in his class.”

“Oh,” Emma repeated, deflating a little bit. That meant Killian had a wife. Not that it mattered to Emma in any way, shape or form. She was lucky the cold wind was there to hide the redness of her cheeks or at least gave her a convenient excuse for looking flushed. “No, keep your money. It’s fine. I’m trying to teach Henry the merits of good-deed-doing and that’s definitely a good deed. Trying to make someone not feel left out.”

Killian reached back behind his ear and scratched. Damn it, why was that so adorable?

“Can I buy you lunch then?” he asked hopefully. “Single parent to single parent?”

Emma tried not to perk up at that. So there wasn’t a Mrs. Jones. Well, there was if you counted Elsa as a Mrs. Jones to Liam. The point was that there wasn’t a Mrs. Jones for Killian.

“Yeah, sure,” she said casually, gesturing to a nearby cafe, smiling now. There was something about sharing her favorite place with him that was new and exciting “I know a place that makes some great hot cocoa."

“I’m screwed,” Emma groaned, putting her forehead against her desk. “I’m the worst person that ever existed ever.”

“Why? Because your older brother caught you sneaking back into the precinct with that look on your face?” Mary Margaret, David’s wife, teased.

“Partially,” Emma admitted, sitting up straight. Not looking at Mary, she mumbled, “And because of what put the smile on my face.”

“Emma, did you go for a quickie on your lunch break?” Mary Margaret gasped, sliding her chair in next to Emma. “No judgement, I swear, but that’s so unlike you!”

“No, no,” Emma replied, though maybe her thoughts had drifted toward what kissing Killian could be like while he was talking. “I just...I have a stupid crush on someone I shouldn’t. That’s all.”

Mary Margaret’s hand all but dug into her arm, eyes pleading for the details. Any noise, however, would alert David and Emma wasn’t sure she wanted her brother to know about this yet. Above all, she was grateful for her friend’s discretion.

“It’s the new owner of Hook’s Nook. Killian,” Emma muttered.

“Is he married or something?” Mary Margaret asked lowly.

“I wish it were that,” Emma sighed. “I…” She rest her head against her friend’s briefly. “His daughter, Alice, is the new kid in Henry’s class. And over the past week or so they’ve become really close. And after all Killian said about how much Alice had been struggling to acclimate and how grateful he was that she had a friend in school, and how she was being bullied...I guess I don’t want to put the kids in the middle of it…” She looked at her friend sadly. “I remember being the new kid at the new school. I didn’t have any friends until I was placed with the Nolans. Until you and David..”

Looking down at her lap, she added wryly, “I still think Ruth bribed David to hang out with me until I became less prickly.” She tried to add a brave smile onto that sentence before sighing, “I can’t take Alice’s only friend away from her, no matter how much I want to date her stupidly hot dad.”

“Stupidly hot?” Mary Margaret asked.

“That’s what you got out of all that?” Emma asked exasperatedly.

Mary Margaret squeezed her hand. “I’ve known you a long time, Emma. I know how you feel about friendships, and how much they mean to you. Trust me, I know how lucky I am to be your friend…” She squeezed her hand again. “But if this works, Alice will have a friend for life. Any kid would be lucky to be friends with Henry. That boy is unafraid to give his love and give it all that he’s got.”

With a sad smile, she added, “He’s almost like you in his way.”

“Almost,” Emma agreed. “But Henry’s braver with his love than I ever could be.” Screwing up her face she added with a watery laugh, “Figures. Only you would take things like marriage and love out of a guy that I’ve only brought up once.”

“The fact that you brought him up at all tells me a lot.”

Emma had to admit that her friend was probably right.

“I’m sorry, you’re going to have to repeat that?” Emma asked, her voice rising higher in pitch. “I just need to make sure I’m not having like...a seizure or something. It’s January 10th, 2019 at 11:54 in the morning, and you’re saying my son, Henry David Swan, has been in a fight? I’m hearing that correctly?”

The whole precinct was staring at her now, their eyes wide. Most of them knew Henry the way she did: a bright, enthusiastic but ultimately gentle boy. She’d admittedly taught Henry some self-defense moves just in case he was ever mugged or anything, but she didn’t think it’d ever lead to him fighting anyone.

“Sorry, ma’am, you did hear all of that correctly,” the school principal’s secretary said apologetically. “We’re going to need you to come in for a meeting. The other parents are involved are already on their way.”

“Yeah, sure, I’ll be right there,” Emma groaned, putting the phone down.

Thoughts began to race in her head: What’s going on with Henry? Is he hurt? Have I caused this somehow?

Each thought turned over in her head, causing her heart to beat faster before David put a hand on her shoulder. She looked at her older brother desperately and he hugged her gently, cupping the back of her head.

“Go make sure everything’s okay,” he murmured. “Henry’s a bright kid with a bright future. One fight in the fifth grade is not going to ruin his life.” He squeezed her tightly one more time before adding firmly, “One fight in the fifth grade doesn’t mean you’ve ruined his life either, Emma. You’re an amazing detective and an even better Mom. Now go check on your boy, and that is an order from your Captain.”

“Yes, sir.” Emma saluted halfheartedly with a wide grin on her face before racing to her car. She definitely broke some laws on the way there, but nobody stopped her and even if they had, she probably would’ve flashed her detective badge at them and been on her merry way.

Well maybe not so merry.

Pulling up to the school, she all but threw her yellow bug in park, and looked up at the brick building with apprehension swirling in her stomach. Taking a deep breath, she raised her head and walked into the school.

“Hi, I’m here to see the principal,” she said, trying to keep her voice even and her tone polite. The security guard buzzed her into the building and another escorted her to the principal’s office.

Henry was sitting in one corner with Alice and Killian. Her eyes swept over her boy, relieved that he wasn’t hurt in anyway. Alice’s palms were scuffed up and the holes and dirt in her leggings suggested that her knees might have scrapes on them too. Emma frowned, thinking maybe for a second that maybe had Alice and Henry had somehow fought.

Then she caught the sight of two other boys with their parents on the other side of the room. They looked a little worse for wear, bumped and bruised and spooked, but she knew a bully when she saw one.

Emma stalked over to sit behind Henry, drawing a protective arm around her kid, glowering at the principal. She was pretty sure she could already deduce what happened, based on the state of the two bullies on the other side.

“Good,” the principal said. “We’re all here then.” He looked over at Henry. “Now, young man, flipping people into tables is not any way to solve your problems.”

“I didn’t flip Nelson into the table, I flipped him over it,” Henry muttered. “And then Scut tried to hit me so I flipped him too.”

“Henry, are you kidding me?” Emma burst out, unable to contain it. Of all the moves she’d thought he used, she didn’t think it would be that one. “I only taught you that one to protect yourself, not so that you could use it on other people.”

“You taught him that?” the principal asked, trying to keep his voice from sounding too judgemental. Next to her, Killian looked incredibly impressed and that did funny things to her chest. But that wasn’t the important thing at the moment.

“Yeah, I’m a police detective, I’m sure that’s on a form somewhere,” Emma growled. Seeing the look on Henry’s face--the worry that she wouldn’t back him up or support him--Emma forced herself to soften and take a deep breath. She was all too familiar with parents who wouldn’t have supported her in the past. “Now, I know I taught you better than that. That’s a dangerous move and you could’ve really hurt someone without meaning to. What happened, huh?”

“They pushed Alice,” Henry murmured, just loud enough for everyone to hear but he was mostly looking at Emma. She gave her son an encouraging nod and a gentle smile and he continued. “There was some broken glass near the playground. Alice and I told the recess monitor like we were supposed to, but Scut and Nelson tried to push her into it. They thought it’d be funny if she got hurt on the glass…”

Emma looked up at the principal, lips pursed and eyebrows raised. The parents of Scut and Nelson opened their mouths, but Emma whipped her head around and silenced them with a glare.

“Mom?” Henry asked, drawing her attention back. “I...I know what I did was wrong. But they hurt Alice and I got mad and scared and I just...wanted to keep her safe. I’m sorry I let you down.”

“I’m not thrilled that you went about protecting your friend the way that you did,” Emma said. “And you and I need to talk about other ways you could’ve solved that problem.” She took in a deep breath and added with a smile, “But I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t proud, kid.” She wrapped her arms around her boy tightly.

“And you’re going to allow this?” one of the fathers sputtered to the principal. “This woman is clearly a dangerous influence.

“This woman is one of Boston’s finest!” Killian exclaimed, defending her before she could even open her mouth. “And you shouldn’t be commenting on someone else’s parenting. Your son nearly pushed my daughter into glass because he thought it was funny!”

Alice tugged on Killian’s sleeve and whispered something into his ear. In all the times Emma had known Killian, she’d never seen his face go so dark. He pulled up his phone and all but shoved it into the principal’s face.

“These boys were the ones I’ve been e-mailing her teacher and you about, in which I expressed that I was worried she was being bullied,” he snarled. “And I was told time and time again that the recess monitors would report back, and I shouldn’t be using the word bullying without proof and that Alice was perfectly safe. You’ve ignored my repeated pleas for help for my girl? For what reason? Because she’s new? Because she’s a girl? Oh, rest assured I’m taking this to the school board for your piss poor management of the situation.”

“Do you need a lawyer with your case? Because I know a few,” Emma said with a smirk, gently putting her hand on Killian’s arm. He looked about one second away from punching the principal and while Emma would’ve loved to do that, it was something that was probably best avoided.

“We’ll review the recess reports and I’ll call all of you later with a final decision on the punishment for those instigating violence,” the principal said meekly.

“Oh, I am eager for your call,” Killian growled. “Now, if you’ll all excuse me, I need to go home and tend to my daughter’s scrapes.” He stood up and walked out with Alice.

Emma looked down at her son, who was trying so hard to hide his grin. “C’mon, kid,” she said. “I’m signing you out of school early. Let’s go home.” She closed the door behind her as she heard Nelson and Scut’s parents arguing loudly with the principal for their sons. “Hey, wanna get ice cream?” she asked.

Henry nodded and was about to head to the car before he rushed after Alice and Killian. “Do you wanna get ice cream?” he asked hopefully. He looked over his shoulder back at Emma and she smiled, coming up to stand beside him.

“Yeah, join us, Joneses. I think some victory ice cream over the Jabberwocky is needed,” Emma said.

Killian would later say it was the look in her eyes then that nearly took his breath away.

“So, you taught Henry how to flip someone over a table?” Killian asked curiously. Alice and Henry were standing at the jukebox, occasionally looking over their shoulders at their parents and whispering conspiratorially to one another.”

“I mean...well, yeah. I know its unorthodox parenting but I do it all the time at work,” Emma said with a shrug. “Besides. If anyone came after him, he’d be able to protect himself.”

“What have you needed it for?” Killian asked, leaning in.

“Wouldn’t you like to know?” Emma retorted playfully.

“Perhaps I would.” Killian smiled and gently slipped his hand around hers. “His mother must be one hell of a tough lass. I’d love to get to know her better. Perhaps Saturday night over dinner? Just her and I?”

“Are you really asking me out while our ten year olds are watching us?” Emma asked, a delighted smile coming to her face. Killian laughed, the corner of his eyes crinkling, and the ten year olds by the jukebox giggled too.

“Aye,” Killian murmured softly. “What do you say?”

“Well, I think we made one hell of a good team back there, Jones. I say you can pick me up at six.”

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❛ you broke my trust which is worse than breaking my heart.❜, ❛you shouldn’t have came here.❜, AND ❛don’t say that, you don’t mean it.❜

❛You broke my trust which is worse than breaking my heart.❜

{ v ;; the princess and the moon.

Prince nodded. He couldn’t exactly disagree with anything Luna had said. Not only was she hurt but her hurt was extremely justified. Prince had put her through so much from the very first day they’d met but there was something to be said for the pain he caused since the days they dropped all the pretending and the fighting in favour of falling in love. They eventually became a couple, each others rocks and even each others best friends. Even once they had crossed that line, there were boundaries and rules that Prince had continued to cross and break. He couldn’t take any of that back now, even if it was no longer the person that he felt he was, it didn’t change the effect of it all. He had still done everything she said. He’d made her feel worthless in the weeks building up to the end of their relationship which only worsened when he deemed her and their relationship not good enough to say goodbye to her when he fled town, not even a heads up that he was leaving. But, worst of all, he had had so many opportunities in their years together, when everything was good between them, to tell her the truth about Nick. It was unforgivable that he had let her friendship with Nick carry on, knowing how she would feel if she really knew what he did for a living. Prince had never thought much of Nick’s job, he hadn’t really cared. Nick only really killed people that were trouble, as far as Prince knew, but that didn’t mean he wasn’t still out there ending lives. Just like someone had done to Luna’s mother. Prince took Luna’s hands in his. “I know, Luna. You’re right. You trusted me and I never told you the truth when I knew I should have. I got mad at you for betraying my trust when all the while I was hiding stuff from you.” Prince couldn’t stop thinking about what a wanker Nick was, unable to not put some blame on his friend for this. Prince had already given Luna his spiel about never knowing when the right time would have been, about having been more focused on their relationship than Nick, but now he needed to be real with her. “I broke your trust and I broke your heart and I can’t fucking imagine how that feels. I lost all faith in our relationship when I felt like I couldn’t trust you last year. I’m such a hypocritical piece of shit for doing the exact same thing to you and getting mad.” Prince dropped his head. He hated the sound of his own voice when it came to being serious and he had never predicted getting into such a huge fight about Nick. Prince had almost forgotten that Luna didn’t even know about Nick until it was revealed earlier in the week, also revealing the truth of the secrets they’d been hiding. “I know that I broke your trust, but I won’t do it again. That was the only thing I was ever and will ever keep from you. I’ll never talk to Nick Keller again, if that’s what you want. Just–” He paused, squirming in discomfort. “Please don’t finish this. I know I’m supposed to marry you.”

{ v ;; no reason.

Jason half-wanted to make a quip about how she wouldn’t know what it was like for him to break her heart, like she had done to him. He decided to keep that to himself, not needing to add any fuel to the fames. He wanted to drop all the anger and the distrust and the pain between them. He understood that his actions caused her pain but he just wanted to move on. He had never intended to hurt her and he felt like he was being treated as if he had, as if he had intentionally set out to cause her pain. Jason sighed. As usual, he didn’t know what he could do to make things better. He felt like he was always apologising but that’s because he was always seeming to do something to steer their relationship in the wrong direction. Even little things always seemed to be caused by him. “Babe, I don’t know what to say. I never meant to make you not trust me. You know I would never do that on purpose. I was trying to avoid hurting you.” Jason knew just because he didn’t know the right way about going about things didn’t make up for the fact that he always chose the wrong thing to do. Being clueless wasn’t an excuse for causing pain upon the woman he loved. But, it was the only excuse he had. Jason sighed, crossing the room to kneel in front of Iola who was sat on the bed, avoiding his gaze. He took her hands into his, despite how obviously upset she was with him, brushing his thumb against her wrist. He dipped his head, shaking back and forth. There was always some sense of security inside of Jason when they fought, because he knew that they were meant to be together. Part of him thought nothing could be so big to tear them apart. Then there was the rest of him, the part that argued with that security. She’d left him once and he hadn’t even done anything wrong. What would stop her from doing it again? That thought in particular played on his mind more than anything since she found out about Molly. He smacked his lips, trying to alleviate the dryness of his mouth somehow. He was starting to feel uncomfortable with how scared he was about the consequences of his actions. “I love you. Okay? Simple as that. You can continue to be mad at me and we can fight and fight for weeks until things go back to normal but just don’t ever lose faith in us, please.” He kissed her hands that were still cupped inside of his. “I’ll prove you can trust me.”

{ v ;; july 17th.

Zayn woke with a start, suddenly coming to life from the deep slumber he’d been wrapped up in. He yawned, blinking his eyes open slowly as he took in his surroundings. He looked to his side and chuckled quietly when his eyes met the blue pair gazing down at him. “You watching me sleep?” He rolled over, wrapping an arm around her waist to pull her into him so he could kiss her. He hummed against her lips, his eyes shutting into the movement. He still felt exhausted, his limbs heavy from sleep. “How d’you look so good so early in the morning, huh?” He pondered when his eyes finally fluttered open again, admiring her features. “Morning? Zayn, it’s 5PM.” And just as the words registered with him, and what that meant, Zayn’s gaze flicked past Gigi and to the mirror against the wall there behind her. And he saw her. He caught the look of shock and hurt on Ari’s face as she stood at the door of their bedroom with it slightly poked open. Zayn cursed and turned to actually look at her rather than the reflection. He hadn’t expected to sleep in so late and get caught like this. He knew Ari was due home today. He hadn’t been able to make it to the gyhab reunion because of his shoot with Vogue, but he had planned to greet his wife in better circumstances once she got home from it. He had planned to greet her alone, at that. “Ari!” He called after her as she turned to storm away. “Fuck.” Zayn grumbled over and over again as he shuffled around the room to find some kind of underpants or trousers to put on. He was suddenly wide awake now. Pulling a pair of shorts up to his hips, he tripped and stumbled as he ran after his wife, calling out her name again. He caught up to her just before she reached the front door, wrapping a hand around her wrist to pull her back. Not unexpectedly, she pushed him away. He ran a hand through his hair which he didn’t need to see to know was a mess. “Ari, shit, I–” What? Was he going to say he was sorry? He could see that wasn’t going to mean anything to her. He wasn’t sure if he could say anything that did mean anything to her. She had worried about him staying at home alone especially because of the photoshoot with Gigi, who Ari had previously raised her suspicions about. Time after time, he had insisted Gigi was just a friend and the Vogue shoot had been a favour. And, at the time, it had been true. None of it was lies but, somehow, here they were. Zayn went to take Ari’s hand again. “Ari, let me explain.” Explain what? He wasn’t given a chance. She shook her head at him and the hurt displayed on her face, in her eyes, was almost too much for Zayn to even handle. “Why do you keep hurting me?” She threw back and Zayn didn’t have an answer. She was right, wasn’t she? He did keep hurting her. He always did. He hadn’t done, in a long while, since they’d gotten married. But they couldn’t fool themselves into believing just getting wed meant the past mistakes were erased. He sighed and dropped his face into his hands. “I’m so, so sorry. I never meant to break your heart.” He watched as she freed her hand from his grip, stepping away from him. “You broke my trust which is worse than breaking my heart.” Zayn didn’t know what else he expected, as he watched her walk away from him. Even if he had woken up in time to kick Gigi out without Ari seeing, would he have carried on lying to her? Even if he hadn’t been caught being so flirty and sweet with her just moments ago, and had woken up in a guilty panic, it wouldn’t have changed what he’d done. He had told Ari time, and time again, that Gigi was nothing more than a mate. Maybe he was wrong to expect he could change and be better, no matter how strongly he felt for Ari.

{ v ;; what if.

Ashton rolled his eyes and called Luke and Calum dickheads before chasing after Arianna. They had really dropped him in it, now. He caught up to her out in the corridor, calling her name to get her to stop storming away from him. She stopped, thankfully. Or, not so thankfully, he thought as he saw the expression on her face. “Ari, I’m sorry, okay? I only told the boys that stuff you said about Zayn because--” He paused. Why had he done that? Part of it had been how upset he had been because Ari had said all of that and still somehow carried on going back to him despite how Ashton insisted he was there, but another part of him had told them what she’d said because he knew it undermined Zayn. Though he knew the lads would never say anything to Zayn, it was still somehow a leg up for Ashton to be able to say he had been the one Ari went to questioning her marriage. He knew he could stand in a room with his friends and Zayn and his friends would know that Zayn wasn’t the amazing husband he somehow made himself out to be in front of other people. Ashton could never understand that. In public, him and Ari were all over each other and he was so kind to her and made it difficult for anyone other than her to get a word in edgeways with him. And while Ari insisted he was like that in private too, Ashton had his doubts. “Well, I don’t know why I told them. I guess I was just venting.” A shit apology all the same. He stepped closer to her. “Hey, they’re not going to say anything to Zayn. If I can be in the same room as you two and not say anything when you guys are kissing and hanging out of each other like you’ve got something to prove--” “Ash, please.” He stopped when she interrupted him, knowing his sentence was just going to cause her irritation. He sighed. “I’m sorry. I just think you deserve better, Zayn thinks he can just break your heart and--” Interrupted again. “You broke my trust, Ashton, which is worse than breaking my heart.” Ashton scoffed. That was the stupidest thing he had ever heard come from her and he’d heard a lot. She was just making up excuses along the way now. He rolled his eyes. If she wanted to be mad at him for telling his friends the things Zayn had said to cause Ari to end up at his door at 3AM a few weeks prior, then he would let her. He was tired of apologising for defending her. “Whatever, Arianna. Go back to your husband who doesn’t break your trust. I’ll see you the next time he calls you pathetic.” And it was his turn to storm off.

❛You shouldn’t have come here.❜

{ v ;; the princess and the moon.

Prince glanced over at the crowd of Moon family that were huddled around each other, just waiting for Luna to come back. He felt a little foolish, that he hadn’t even considered the fact that her family would be at her graduation. In fact, Prince hadn’t exactly thought any further than just seeing Luna. If his thought process had any sense involved in it, he wouldn’t have turned up to her graduation at all. They’d been together for more than three years of her college career, Prince knew how much it was going to mean to her to collect her degree. He really should have known better than to surprise her here. But Prince didn’t know any better. Cassie had said she was coming to support her best friend and Prince couldn’t help himself. His gaze returned to Luna, eyes’ searching hers. “Maybe I shouldn’t have, but I just wanted to see you.” He excused with a shrug. He knew his attitude was off-putting. He’d disappeared for ten months and was now suddenly showing up without so much as a warning, and was acting like they hadn’t spent all that time apart. Prince was trying to hold his own, to show her he was serious. He leaned forward, placing a hand on her waist. “I really wanted to see you.” His expression turned into a smirk when she smacked his hand away, shooting him a warning glare. He knew she wasn’t going to let the fact that she was putting on a show for her family allow Prince to take advantage and act like they would have before, especially now that they were out of earshot. He sighed and stepped away, fully aware of why she didn’t want him near her. “I would have waited until I knew we could be alone but I wanted to see you graduate.” He admitted. Prince would be lying if he thought they were going to resolve anything here. He could see just by the look in her eyes alone that she had many emotions built up against him that she couldn’t express here, in front of her family and friends. Especially without giving herself away. He looked around and across the room he could see Matt and Pandora, obviously very much still a couple, to his disdain. They hadn’t spotted him and he re-focused on Luna. “I’ll go. I did just want to see you, today.” He went to turn but then whipped back around to catch her gaze. “You were great up there.” He nodded to the stage. Their eyes met and he couldn’t help the smirk that overtook his lips. He knew he’d hurt her but Prince couldn’t prevent lighting up around her, and he was more than willing to fight for her. “I’ll see you soon, Luna. I won’t give up.”

{ v ;; no reason.

Jason spluttered out a laugh as he crawled through the window, unceremoniously tumbling to the ground. He knocked a plant and a cup that had some sort of liquid in it. “Shit.” He grumbled as he landed on the floor with a thud. He felt Iola’s hands wrap around his arms, pulling him up from the ground. He laughed, again, when she said he wasn’t supposed to be here. “Why? Because it’s bad luck? Sweetie, you’ve fallen in love with me, I don’t think your luck is going to get any worse.” Jason joked, kissing his fiancee hello. He paused, considering if he should confess or not. “And also I accidentally microwaved my tie for tomorrow so maybe God knew I was coming and gave us pre-bad luck so we’ll be fine for now.” He smiled against her lips as he pulled away with his confession. He smiled coyly, hoping she wouldn’t be mad about the tie. He could figure something out in the morning. He gave her a pointed look when she asked if he was drunk. Why wouldn’t he be drunk on the night of his bachelor party? What else would he be? He wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her in close to him. “You’re telling me you’re not drunk the night before your wedding?” He smirked down at Iola. The room was dim, the only light being from the lamp across the other side of the room. It created a shadow of a mix of light and dark on Iola’s features and Jason half considered taking out his phone so he could take a photo so he could later paint just how beautiful she looked. Jason bent down, his hands sliding up the back of her thighs as he caught a grip around them before he was swiping her off her feet, forcing her legs to wrap around his waist as he picked her up. He shushed her reaction by pressing his lips to hers as he carried her over to the bed. “I think it’s stupid that the bride and groom have to spend the night apart.” He mumbled against her lips as he stepped through the room. He knew how keen she was on a wedding so he hoped dissing the traditions didn’t turn her off but the way her hands raked through her curls, he believed there was a certain level of acceptance from her that he was here. As he dropped her to the mattress, falling down with her, he pulled away from kissing her to gaze into her eyes, admiring what he saw. “You really shouldn’t have come here, Jason.” Iola spoke but her lips traced the skin of his neck and he didn’t take her words seriously for a minute. “I promise to leave before anyone finds us.” He chuckled, shifting to bring their lips together again, kissing her more fervently this time than he had done since arriving through the window. Part of him was sure that at least one of Iola’s family members had heard him spluttering and trashing about as he came in through the window but he let that matter rest. “Deal?” He was already pulling his shirt over his head before giving her the chance to agree. He certainly wasn’t going to spend the night away from her. Not a chance.

{ v ;; july 17th.

Zayn banged against the door, quite aggressively. He hadn’t expected Ari to have left the house the way she did while he’d been in the shower. He knew she didn’t want to talk about their conversation the night before when she’d come in drunk, but Zayn couldn’t drop it. All he could think about was everything she said and even the words that he had let slip from his own mouth. He could barely believe that he had actually said ‘you know where the door is’ of his own accord. The thing that played on his mind the most was, obviously, what she had said about bleeding out on the bathroom floor full believing Zayn wouldn’t care. He couldn’t shake that thought from his brain. He was grateful when the door swung open and Fletcher was on the other side, telling him where Ari was. He wouldn’t have received such a warm welcome if Reni had answered, and he knew it. That was only confirmed when he heard Reni calling out to Fletcher not to let Zayn in if it was him. Zayn rolled his eyes and pushed open the door to the spare bedroom, his eyes landing on Ari. She still seemed upset. Zayn approached her, a gentleness in his step. He didn’t want to set her off again or spark another argument. It had been so long since they had managed to just be normal and he was tired of the arguing, but also of the silence. They loved each other, he knew they did. He just didn’t know how they were going to find each other. He knelt down on the ground in front of her, taking her hands in his. “Babe.” His tone was quiet, gentle. Zayn was about to speak again when Reni appeared in the doorway, arms folded over her chest. “You don’t have to listen to a word he says, Ari.” Zayn gritted his teeth, dropping his gaze from Ari to the floor. Why did Reni feel the need to get involved? She started talking again and Zayn turned to her. “Serenity, just fuck off. This is between my wife and me.” He snapped and his tone enticed Reni to do exactly that as she backed away from them. He ignored her comment about them not even being married yet and re-focused on Ari. He wasn’t sure if it was the way he’d spoken to Reni or the issues between them but Ari pulled her hands free. “You shouldn’t have come here, Zayn.” He shook his head, disagreeing with her immediately. He wasn’t really sure what exactly he wanted to say. He wanted to address her issues but he knew how uncomfortable that made her. He wanted to apologise for freaking her out earlier. But most of all, he wanted to take all the time back. All the wasted months of growing apart, he wanted to erase them. But he couldn’t. “I’m sorry, okay? I’m sorry for pressuring you to talk about what’s wrong and for making you feel as if you can’t open up to me about it without me storming off.” He shook his head remembering the times he’d done exactly that. “If you want to open up to me, I won’t do that. I’ll be here.” He went to take her hands in his again, glad when she didn’t push him off. “But you’re right, I shouldn’t have come here. Because you shouldn’t have, either. We've got to stop running away from each other.” He paused. He remembered what she said the prior night about Zayn walking out so often, making her feel like she was being left behind, like she didn’t even matter to him. She may have been drunk but that’s how he knew every word had been true. He dropped his head. “No. I have to stop running away from you.” Zayn felt ashamed of how he’d made the woman he loved felt. It was as if he had a sudden new perspective of what was going on and he was seeing himself from the third person now, seeing him treat her so coldly and make her feel so alone. Maybe last night needed to happen, and it was time to explain and time to move on. He was silent for a bit. “I was so excited when you told me you were pregnant.” He laughed but it was sad, and distant. “I know we we're so young and I should have freaked out but it was just the best news. I couldn’t wait. It was like, I thought all the bad stuff would stop when he got here. And I don’t just mean for me. I guess I thought he would, like, make you happy which would make me feel–” Zayn paused, trying to think of his words carefully. “Make me feel, like, less guilty when I couldn’t do it.” Zayn let out a shaky breath. He had never told Ari any of this, he had never even really talked about their son since that dreaded day. It was difficult for him to even think about it, let alone talk. “And then he didn’t make it and I just felt like the shittest person ever. Why had I put all that expectation on just his, like, presence alone? I felt like I didn’t even deserve to be a dad. It was like I’d focused too much on thinking he would fix everything and then when he didn’t survive and people told us we could move on, I just couldn’t. I didn’t, like, deserve to. Going out with Ant, teetering on the edge of going back to that, like, dark place and always being so fucking afraid— that’s what I felt like I deserved.” Zayn shut his eyes, shaking his head side-to-side. This was his first time owning up to what he’d been experiencing in the last year. “But I’m so fucking selfish, Ari. I’ve been, like, punishing myself all this time and I’ve been so blind that I couldn’t see that I was basically punishing you, too.” Zayn didn’t know when but at some point, tears had started falling down his cheeks, and his voice felt somewhat choked as he spoke. “I love you so much that I didn’t want to lean on you because you’d have made me happy and I didn’t– I guess I didn’t, like, want to be happy. But you didn’t deserve that. I shouldn’t have done to you what I did. We should have been in it together and I took that away from you and that’s not okay. It’s not.” Zayn bit down on his lower lip. The last five minutes he felt he had spoken more to Ari than he had done in the last thirteen months. He dropped his head into his hands. He felt shame, and guilt. All along, part of him had subconsciously been aware of his own actions but he’d never said, and if it ever came into his mind he just pushed it down, took another shot, or started a fight with Ari. All of that had become the only way he could cope. He didn’t want to do that anymore. Last night she had woken him up to the effects his actions were having on her. He shook his head, again. “I’ve hurt you, time and time again. And you shouldn’t forgive me, but I need you to forgive me. Maybe we can’t do it on our own but I think we can get better. I know we can. I just need you to trust me. I’m not going to run away again. Help me, and let me help you. We need to trust that we can fix this.” He took a moment before he stood up then and held his hand out for her. His face was wet, his lips puffed slightly and his eyelashes blinked away stray tears. Zayn hadn’t expected this outburst. He had expected to tell Ari he was sorry, and beg her to come home to which she may or may not have declined. He felt some sort of a relief, like now they’d opened a door, together, that they could start making their own choices to move up rather than continue going downhill. “Can you do that, can you trust me?”

{ v ;; what if.

Ashton was sick of being a fool for Arianna. It wasn’t as if she was to blame, fully. He could at any point be the one to stop the relationship to reduce his pain but he hadn’t been able to find the ability within himself to do that. It was Ashton that was hurting, he wasn’t the tonne who still got to return home to the person he loved at the end off the night, not like Ari got to. But, at the end f the day, she was his best friend and he would do anything to protect her, even if that meant suffering himself. He loved her, and he couldn’t change that. He hated to see her hurt. Which is why when he heard the rumours about Zayn, he had to immediately go and check on her. He wasn’t even sure if Zayn was going to be home with her. As much as he wanted to beat Zayn’s ass, he thought it would probably be better to just see Ari on her own. She would take her husband’s side, anyway and he knew it. To his delight, when Ari answered the front door she was alone bar the few animals following her around. “I just wanted to make sure you were feeling alright.” Ashton offered in his kindest tone when she greeted him. He worried if checking on her was just a reminder of what was being said about her husband in the media but he believed it would be worth it just to know his best friend was okay. Soon after, they were sat on her living room couch as he waited for her to talk. What she had to say shocked him. “Ari, are you serious? You believe him?” He stood up from the sofa. He had expected her to say that she was going to forgive Zayn but she wasn’t happy with him, or that she hadn’t received an excuse good enough but he hadn’t expected her to defend him so instantaneously. “Ashton–” “No, Ari. This is insane. There’s pictures of him all over the internet with that girl. He’s obviously cheating on you and you’re just sitting back and taking it.” His eyes widened at his own words. For starters, Ashton didn’t really know that Zayn was being unfaithful, the pictures were a bit blurry. Secondly, he hadn’t meant to hurtle his shock at her so offensively. He had come here with the see purpose of cheering her up and being a friend. The way she looked at him made him feel so small. “You shouldn’t have come here, Ashton.” She spoke and he frowned. “Maybe you’re right. Next time I’ll think twice about making sure you’re okay.” He stormed out, feeling guilty knowing him showing up just added to her mood but the guilt that really ate him up was the realisation that part of him had hoped Ari did believe Zayn cheated on her. He felt bad for wishing the worst on their relationship despite knowing how unhappy it would make Ari.

❛Don’t say that, you don’t mean it.❜

{ v ;; the princess and the moon.

Prince nodded at Luna as she entered his kitchen, not sparing her much attention other than that as he remained focused on his laptop on the counter. He didn’t mean to but when she came up to him and wrapped her arms around his waist, he went rigid and let out a sigh. He squirmed out of her grasp. “Luna, I’m trying to focus on this. Can you stop?” His voice was snappy as well as his demeanour. She hadn’t done anything to piss him off in particular, considering she’d only been around for a few minutes and hadn’t even said anything yet. He rolled his eyes when she questioned what his problem was. “I leave you alone whenever you need to study for uni, can’t you just give me five minutes of peace when I’m trying to do my shit? Fucksake.” Prince had been attempting to type up this list for hours but the maths wasn’t working out in his head and he’d forgotten what stock he had three times already. Luna being around was having no influence considering he hadn’t been focused from the start. And, usually, seeing her was exactly what he needed when he was stressed but he didn’t feel that need right now. He hadn’t felt it in a while. When he first found out about Matt and his sister, he had sort of leaned on Luna. He knew nobody agreed with his reaction to the relationship but either way, he had somehow managed to lose both his sister and his closest friend and it was nice to know he still had someone he loved who he could trust. The demons in his mind clearly had other plans, though. Him and Luna had been fine for a while but Prince found himself starting arguments over little things like her spending too much time on her phone around him, changing over the radio station every time she didn’t like a song and just small things. That had transitioned their relationship into what it first was, riling each other up just for the angry sex. It then turned into him snapping at her and storming out without the lingering touches and eventual make-up. He found himself distancing from her, convincing himself if he couldn’t trust his best friend that he’d known since he was a child, how could he trust Luna? It then started to play on his mind, the fact that she had not told him about his sister and friend. Isn’t that the kind of thing a girlfriend tells their boyfriend? Which only set off the reminder that he had his secrets, too, which introduced all the doubts he had clouded around their relationship. It was this doubt that made him slam his laptop shut and jump from his seat when she tried to calmly talk to him, pushing her away. “No, Luna. I’m fucking serious. I wish you’d just leave me the fuck alone.” He glared down at her hand when she placed it on his arm. He hated that she seemed concerned about him despite how much of a dick he was being. He shook his arm free. “For good.” He finalised his sentence, storming away from her and into his bedroom. He knew she’d follow. “Don’t say that. You don’t mean it.” Prince scoffed and turned to face her. “I think I know what I do and don’t mean, thanks. What I mean is I don’t want to fucking see you anymore. Get the fuck out of my house.” This time he wrapped a hand around her arm and physically pulled her from his room and back out to the hallway by the front door. He didn’t shove her out of the door but he let his arm fall loose so she could leave and returned to his room, this time locking the door so she couldn’t follow him.

{ v ;; no reason.

Jason had been excited to prepare a homemade meal for Iola so they could have a romantic night-in. He had googled the recipe and even watched a Gordon Ramsay video on YouTube, he couldn’t wait to spoil her. Jason frowned when the sauce on the spoon he’d just lifted from the pot formed a goopy, sticky texture. He was sure tomato sauce was supposed to be more creamy than sticky. How did he even manage that? He went to scrape it from the sides but half of the mix stayed in the pot. He cursed and placed it in the sink before he brought his phone out to just order dinner instead. A little while later, Iola walked through the front door and she just so happened to have their delivery in her hands, announcing she knew the delivery driver outside had been for them since Jason had offered to make dinner. He kissed her hello and took the food from her. “Hey, I made the order so that counts. Now pick a movie, preferably High School Musical one through three.” It was hard to believe they were actual grown ups, in a grown up relationship. Jason ignored the first part of the movie (pausing to sing along to Start of Something New) to focus on Iola, having not seen her for the entire day. He was glad she had the next day off of work, he was feeling particularly clingy. It was one of the upsides of his job; he could completely focus on Iola when she was free but it didn’t mean he was bored and waiting around for her when she wasn’t. “Seriously, I think it’s ridiculous that they got the callback. Like, Ryan did a fucking one-handed cartwheel and Sharpay did a tap-dancing solo.” Jason groaned when the movie reached the point of everyone looking at the roles given out. He looked down to Iola who was wrapped up in his arms, looking somewhat amused by his aggressive take on the politics of High School Musical. “I just think Sharpay deserved better.” He shrugged. He smirked when she kissed him, half-suspecting she just wanted to shut him up. “Babe, no offence but I think if she offered me everything she wants from that asshole Troy, I would leave you in a second.” His gaze met hers when she frowned at him. “Don’t say that, you don’t mean it.” He shook his head with a light chuckle, was she really getting jealous over a fictional movie character from 2006? He ran a hand through her hair before pressing his lips to hers, purposely choosing not to sing along to Stick To The Status Quo in favour of making out with his girlfriend. If that didn’t prove his strong feelings for her, he wasn’t sure what would. He hummed gently as they pulled apart. “Okay, you’re right. I didn’t mean it. Even if Ashley Tisdale herself shows up at our door to beg me to be her on-screen man for HSM4, I would choose you a thousand times over.” He laughed lightly as he shifted to bring her onto his lap to kiss her further. Maybe he could allow for them to make out until the next song.

{ v ;; katie and leo.

Katie shook her head, feeling disappointed by Leo. “I don’t know if this is going to work.” She spoke, feeling moved by her own words. She didn’t want them to be true. “Don’t say that, you don’t mean it.” Leo challenged and she was partly grateful he didn’t agree but also unsure if she needed him to disagree right now. She couldn’t decide if she meant it or not. “Maybe I do mean it, Leo.” Katie shrugged. “I get it, my dad hates you but you just have to be the one to get the fuck over it because being a dickhead to him isn’t going to win you any brownie points with him or me.” Katie hated how much her dad disliked Leo. She didn’t understand it. Not only was Leo her own best friend but he was the son of her dad’s friends. Shouldn’t that mean her dad should automatically like him? She didn't know. Sometimes she wished her mum was around so that she could talk sense into her dad but also because she knew for a fact that she would like Leo. If not just because he was Luna’s son, Katie knew her mum would just love Leo anyway. It sometimes saddens her, imagining what could have been. But, she caught herself and knew she couldn’t change any of that now. Her dad would carry on hating Leo but what she didn’t need was Leo retaliating and making matters worse for both himself and for her. If he tried hard to impress her dad, at least he would have that on his side, he could say he made an effort. He never did. “Like, I understand it must not be easy to listen to him insult you and make snarky remarks all the time but you’re the one that has something to prove considering you want to date his daughter someday or do you not give a shit about that?” She snapped. Part of her wondered if that meant anything to Leo, the fact that Nick wasn’t just Nick he was her dad. Her dad was the most important person in her life and Leo knew that. Why didn't that change his attitude towards him? She honestly couldn’t understand. Katie didn’t get why Leo didn’t have more respect but she also didn’t get why of all his friends children, it was Leo her dad didn’t like and not Matt’s kids. So maybe her grasp on what was going on was just wrong, maybe she just didn’t understand anything. She snatched her hand away when Leo reached out for it, not giving him a chance to explain or defend himself right now. “D’you know what? Just fuck off, go home. I’m seriously not even in the mood to be around you anymore.” With that she stormed away from him and back inside the house. Inside, her dad greeted her with complaints about how rude Leo had been. She rolled her eyes. Despite how she had just defended her father, she was still upset with him that he’d sparked the argument in the first place. She wished he'd be more mature about showing his disdain with Leo. “Leave me alone, dad.” She snapped before she marched up to her room so she could hide away for the rest of the night.

{ v ;; july 17th.

Zayn shrugged. He didn’t need her to believe him. He knew what he was saying was true. It wasn’t as though he was caught up in the moment, or feeling a rush of adrenaline. It wasn’t even the drugs in his system to cause him to switch up all of a sudden; Zayn meant what he was saying. “What makes you think that I don’t mean it, Ari?” His voice was hushed as he stepped closer to her. He was playing a dangerous game and he knew it. He couldn’t help himself, though. Not around her. He reached her, taking her hand into his in a gentle movement, lacing their fingers together. When she didn’t make a move to shove him off or get rid of him, he placed his other hand on her waist. His gaze cast downwards from her eyes to her lips before meeting her eyes again. He bit down on his lip to hold back the smirk. “You’re gorgeous, Arianna.” When he wasn’t corrected for using her full name part of him knew that the feelings weren’t one-sided. “I’ve always thought so.” He let a breathy laugh fall from his lips as he shook his head, almost in disbelief that they were standing here so close to each other. The sound was overtaken by the genuine smile that spread into his features, his eyes, filled with desire, crinkling at the sides. He leaned in further, not so their lips were brushing but almost. “Of course I meant it, Ari. I’ve wanted you for so long, now.” The hand he had resting on her waist snaked around to the small of her back, pressing so he could pull her in closer to him, their bodies pressed up against each other now. Zayn couldn’t tell if Ari was allowing this because she felt the same or because Zayn was doing his part in just being that alluring in the moment but he was going to drink it in all while he could. In a daring moment, feeling confident, he kissed her. Zayn cared little about how wrong it was for him to kiss his brothers’ girlfriend (who just so happened to be his girlfriends sister) because it felt right, when their lips were together. His hands squeezed her waist, feeling himself get more into the kiss. He slowly stepped a foot forward, sort of forcing her to move backwards. It was clumsy as they moved together, shifting in the direction of the bed. As they stumbled, he couldn’t help but chuckle against her lips and something about that small action made this between them feel so natural. When they reached the bed, he turned so he was sitting on it, pulling her onto his lap. He grazed his lips against her neck. “You’ve got no idea know how long I’ve wanted to do that, to kiss you like that,” His lips brushed against her skin, tracing along the underneath of her jawline. “And like this.” His hand pushed a strand of hair from her face as he just about grazed his lips against hers. “Mostly just like this.” He mumbled as their lips brushed together once again.

#Jason and Iola are goalz #also u can totally tell I wrote all the princess and moon ones AFTER becoming triggered #bc the only dedicated one is the angst lol #and alsO was I trying to get u on the trigger board with july 17th #maybe someday ill take all 3 of their memes serious #lmao #{ v ;; the princess and the moon.#{ v ;; no reason.#{ v ;; what if.#{ v ;; katie & leo.#beencaughts #memed

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Cull to Adventure, Chapter 9, Draft 1

Marie brought a third fan, pointing it at the couch she had laid Agent 4 on. He was already getting some consistency back, but she wanted to make sure. She wasn’t worried about any mess on the couch, as the ink would soon evaporate anyway. She set it to “low,” like the others, then turned to pet the Zapfish who was powering all three. She was there for a few moments before going walking over and getting another Lamprede from the cooler she had.

“You did good out there, Agent 4,” she said, handing it to him. With a small smile, she added, “I sure know how to pick ‘em.”

Cull looked over, nodding appreciatively with a still-sloshy head.

“I didn’t think the Octoweapons would be fully operational, though,” she continued. “Gotta hand it to the Octarians; they know how to prepare.”

“So I’m gonna fight m-more ovens?” Cull groaned.

“I don’t know about that,” she replied, “But I do know we’re gonna need the big guns.”

She reached into her kimono, revealing a walkie talkie attached to a cord.

“Hello, Sheldon, can you hear me? Over.”

“Loud and clear, Mar-“ Sheldon started, before correcting himself, “erm, Agent 2. Over!”

Marie had to lean back from her device as Sheldon squealed with excitement, before clearing his throat and continuing.

“Agent 4, you’re in good hands! We at Ammo Knights have over 542 million years of trusted service, and I’m proud to say my weapons can be of help to the New Squidbeak Splatoon! What better place for a test run than the real-world conditions of saving Inkopolis, am I right? You’ll even get to use them once developed, and I think you’ll—”

“Okay,” Marie interjected. “Down, boy. I think Agent 4 gets the point.”

“Right,” Sheldon replied. “Well, come back tomorrow and I’ll get an Ammo Knights Enhancifier for you. It’ll automatically upgrade your weaponry and even make different bombs for you, if you can provide materials and enough energy from Power Eggs.”

“S-sounds good,” Cull said, finally felling solid enough to get onto his feet. “I…I think I need s-some time, anyway. It’s getting late…”

Marie nodded. The sky was already starting to fade from pink to purple, a lovely sight even in a place like Octo Canyon.

“Well, you can stay here for the night,” she said. “I mean, Agent 3 slept at an outpost like this, too, you know.”

“I… I kinda want to go home…” Cull admitted, taking a few semisolid steps to the grate to Inkopolis. “Got a few things t-to take care of…”

“You sure? You might still wanna…”

Marie paused, taking in Agent 4’s expression.

“…Suit yourself,” she finally said, “but the offer stands, okay?”

Cull looked back and gave a thumbs-up that was just a little runny, then disappeared into the grate.

Marie sighed, watching his inky footsteps disappear with mild interest before turning the fans off. Gently, she picked up the Zapfish and prepared to take it somewhere.

***

“Youuu okay?” Flage asked, in her usual sing-song voice. “I know it’s been ho-ot, but you’re not looking so great.”

“Y-yeah, I’ll… I’ll be fine,” Cull said, reflexively pulling his beanie down a little.

“Come now,” Flage said, reaching for the front of his hat, “Wearing a beanie in this he-heat? Don’t be silly!”

Cull leaned back so quickly that he almost fell right over the bench’s armrest.

“Please don’t,” he said.

“Oh, sorryyy,” she said, scooching backwards a little. “Forgot that’s pa-art of your look.”

“Y-yeah,” Cull said, leaning back up, “Guess…guess you could say it is.”

He shook his head; he didn’t have it in him to stay mad at her. She was trying to help, after all, and it’s not like she knew of his haircut.

“A-anyway,” he asked, looking for a change in subject, “what brings you to this bus stop? I-I thought you lived in Inkopolis.”

“Oh, that I dooo,” she replied, “but I hear there’s some goooood stargazing out by Bulrush Lake!”

“Ah,” he nodded. “That sounds nice.”

“Yeah, and you know it’ll be a sight to be-holdwhile the power’s still out! Goootta count my lucky stars!”

“I… I guess…”

“Besides, I need the ref-er-ence for my next piece. My next painting will change the world of art, buh-leave you me!”

“I-I’m sure it will,” Cull said, nodding slowly. “I’d l-like to see it s-sometime, if that’s okay...”

“Of course it is!” Flage beamed. “I would looove a fellow artiste to look at my work!”

“Oh, I’m n-no a-artiste,” Cull said, laughing nervously. “I-I just l-like drawing…”

“C’mon now!” Flage said, lightly patting Cull’s arm. “I’ve seen your graffi-tee, and pop art has a place in the art world!”

Cull’s beanie was almost entirely over his eyes at this point. Enough green ink rushed to his face to make him look sick.

“Y-you saw my stuff…?”

“Pret-ty easy to recognize,” Flage beamed, adjusting her glasses. “I saw your ta-ttoo, remember? You’re always draaawing within it, and you do great stuff!”

It was a horrible time for Cull to realize he left his gloves back at the Outpost. His no-doubt melted doodles were on full display right now, and he was sure the actual tattoo wasn’t looking as clean as it should have.

“I… I think I f-forgot something,” Cull managed, standing up to leave. The Outpost wasn’t sounding so bad right now. Not even Flage’s oddly soothing melodic voice was enough to numb his panic. “I gotta… I gotta go.”

“Was it something I said?” Flage asked, looking up.

He just wished he could ask her to stop patronizing him; who just gave underserved compliments out of nowhere? As it was, though, he didn’t have the nerve, and simply shook his head before heading back to the Outpost.

Once he was a safe distance from being seen by anyone, he stopped worrying about that general shame and finally noticed that unlike last night, some of the streetlights were on. Even as he stayed in the alleyways behind Inkopolis Square, he could see light trying to reach him from the main plaza. He looked over, and could see an Inkling in a gas mask and flippers spray painting the wall of the arcade, easily seeing his duck-based piece.

Cull cringed. He recognized that style; this was the guy who was always one-upping his own pieces whenever he made something he was proud of. To be fair, Cull had taken to doing the same thing, placing his high-effort pop art next to this guy’s detailed paintings, but still.

Anyway, it was getting really late, and if he had bones, they’d be aching from the long day. He quietly continued over to the manhole, and ducked into the Outpost.

He saw Marie sleeping on the couch, humming tunelessly as she snored. Quietly, he crept forward, looking for a different place to sleep, preferably a more private one. He saw his gloves lying on that coffee table, and snatched them up quickly.

As he did so, his foot bumped against something. He looked town to find a handle to a trapdoor. Curious, he gently moved the coffee table aside and lifted the door to find at least fifty plush Zapfish staring at him. It was a bit weird, but Cull could only yawn in response, not being able to question anything anymore. He clambered in, and appreciated how soft the pile was as he slowly closed the door again, listening to Marie’s humming as he slowly drifted off to sleep.

* * *

Marie’s eyes slowly fluttered open, then squinted under the noonday sun. Slowly, she got up, and saw an orange grill-looking thing right in front of her, with Sheldon messing with some wires on a side panel. He seemed to be having some difficulty, though, as Marie could hear some violent banging, and he looked increasingly concerned, practically burying himself into unknowable machinery.

“Tech issues?” she yawned, sitting upright.

“Oh, don’t get me started,” Sheldon said, in a tone that made Marie wish she didn’t. “I checked everythingand there’s still that noise! The pistons are well-lubricated, the automated scan is perfectly calibrated, the motor is fresh off the assembly line—”

“Right, right,” Marie nodded, “you don’t know where it’s coming from. Anything I can do?”

“I… I don’t know,” Sheldon admitted. Marie could see in his goggles as he turned to her that he’d been at this for some time; his eyes were turning pink.

“Here, why don’t you sit down for a bit? You might need less time doing, more time thinking, y’know.”

“But what about what you said—”

“Nevermind that,” Marie said. “You gotta rest. Besides, that thing about inking and thinking…. That’s for squids of action. You don’t even ink, so don’t sweat it!”

“Um, okay,” Sheldon nodded, that spiel taking far more energy than it should have. He walked up and sat at the end of the couch, still having the diligence to close the panel beforehand. He couldn’t even flinch as the Enhancifier continued to bang and make odd wailing noises. Marie, however, wasn’t about to have it while she waited for Agent 4 to come back.

“So how do you turn this thing off?” she asked, standing up to look at the machine.

“That’s the thing,” Sheldon sighed, “it hasn’t been on for two hours! I’ve never seen something like this before, I tell ya…”

Marie hummed. A machine making those noises when off? She was no tech geek, but that sounded weird to her.

She leaned closer, listening to the noises. Now that things were a lot quieter, she realized the noises were coming from belowthe Enhancifier. With a couple of false starts and a lot of grunting, she moved it aside, and was now standing on the trapdoor Sheldon had covered.

Without the giant hunk of metal over the door, it was far easier to make out a familiar panicked voice. Marie wasted no time in stepping aside, and the door burst open. Cull popped out, gasping like his life depended on it.

“Oh Cod, I’m so sorry,” Sheldon said, running over to him. “I don’t know how I didn’t see the door there… I legitimately thought it was an issue with the Enhancifier, and…”

“I…it’s okay,” Cull said, after a moment. “I’m s-sure you didn’t h-hear me…”

“What were you even doing down there?” Marie asked, gently lifting him up onto the proper floor.

“R-ride home wasn’t working out,” Cull said, eyes glued to the floor. “I was… just gonna sleep h-here for one night, s-saw your thing of plushies, and…yeah.”

“I thought you had moved that table to give me space to work,” Sheldon said. “If I’d known he was in there, I wouldn’t have…”

“N-no, it was me. I just… I’m sorry…”

“Here,” Marie finally said, gently pulling Cull aside, “Why don’t you take a break, and then you and Sheldon can move this thing somewhere that makes sense, like… that corner over there. In the meantime, I’m getting myself something to drink. You guys want anything?”

Cull was suddenly aware of how hoarse he was, and nodded.

“C-could use some water.”

“That triage took its toll,” Sheldon admitted, “and I think I need a picker-upper. You got any Seafoam in that shed?”

“Sorry,” Marie said, silently wondering how much he had on a regular basis, “but I got a coffee maker and a few mixes.”

“That’s alright, then. I’ll get it in a bit.”

“That’s fine,” Marie nodded, “but don’t mess with it, okay? It’s Cal…”

Her face fell somewhat, before she coughed and turned to the shed.

“…It’s not mine. So don’t go tinkering with it.”

It was an awkward wait while Marie was heating up tea for herself. Cull had some ice water and had more interest in half-melted ice cubes than any Inkling Sheldon had ever seen.

After what felt like forever, Cull finally looked up, at least in Sheldon’s general direction.

“Um… you s-say this thing can upgrade my Splattershot?”

“Not just that,” Sheldon said, perking up. “It can get you the hottest new kinds of explosives, and even help you conserve your ink through a process I like to call ‘The Hibernation Effect’. Through a careful, multi-layered tubing system, we can safely extract less ink for the same shot, and even make the refilling process more comfortable than ever…”

Sheldon’s more detailed technical explanations started to go into one ear and out the other, but Cull was more interested than ever in the Enhancifier. He got up while Sheldon was still pouring an endless stream of info out of his mouth, and looked to see how this thing worked.

Thankfully, there was already a screen ready, with icons not only representing his Splattershot and Splat Bombs, but also, as Sheldon said, his ink tank, as well as other weapons he had seen on TV sometimes. There were even some of the newer ones, like the umbrella-looking one and the Dualies.

Below each icon, he saw estimates of the materials needed – so many Power Eggs to keep the battery going, and so many kilograms of Sardinium. He’d have to ask where the stuff he found was stored once Marie came back out.

“Cool, right?” Sheldon said, stepping up next to Cull. “Here, I got a bit of Sardinium and a pack of Power Eggs for testing right here. Just pick something and we can watch the magic happen! I’ll even let you get an exclusive sneak peek of how it does it!”

“Oh, um, okay.”

He took a second to look over the choices. Another kind of bomb seemed nice – that homing one was looking tempting. Then again, the machine was promising a faster firing rate and some better accuracy if he went with the Splattershot…

“Ooh, why don’t I show ya the Hibernation Effect?” Sheldon piped up excitedly. “I bet you’ll want more ink in that tank, yeah? Even your Splat Bombs’ll take less fuel to get the same kick!”

“Um…s-sure,” Cull nodded.

It wasn’t his first choice, since he was hoping to not have to shoot as much, but maybe it would help with his no-doubt abysmal shooting. After all, if he was filling the air with ink for longer, he’d be missing less, right? And, yeah, Sheldon probably knew what he needed better than he did; why else would he be so eager to decide for Cull?

While Cull tentatively tapped that upgrade, Sheldon had, in the blink of an eye, fetched the ink tank in question. With a couple of quick taps on a side panel, the orange lid opened to reveal protective glass, allowing Cull a full view of the machinery inside. Lights came on, and some robotic arms whirred to life to wait over a moving conveyor belt. Sheldon had inserted the glass capsule into a door on the side. It was soon drawn to the middle of all the machinery, and Cull was prompted to insert the materials needed. He flinched as a slot jumped out in front of him.

Sheldon, being more ready, was quick to pour a bag of Power Eggs and a couple bricks of Sardinium into it. Power Eggs fell into miniature battery packs, while the Sardinium was melted and converted to a variety of parts. Almost immediately, the arms got to work, disconnecting the tubes and prying the lid off. Cull found it neat to watch, even if he didn’t understand any of what was going on. Sparks flew, wires were added, and even the glass was polished inside and out.

Only about a minute passed before the ink tank was rolled back out the way it came in, landing safely on a tray.

Sheldon watched in anticipation as Cull gingerly picked it up, looking at the shiny new lid and siphon hoses.

“Looks nice,” Marie said from behind, nearly making Cull drop his new tool. “Surprised you went with the ink tank, though.”

“Sh-Sheldon said to get this one…”

“The guy knows his stuff,” Marie said, “but you gotta find what works for you, okay? I know you will.”

Cull nodded.

“Anyway, get yourself suited up, and we can see how that ink-saving whatchamacallit works in action. I bet it’ll still help.”

Marie turned to Sheldon.

“We’ve been keeping the stuff Agent 4 has found in the cupboard, if you wanna go and get paid back.”

Sheldon saluted, walking in and getting the items he used before lifting the manhole cover and disappearing.

“Didn’t even get his coffee,” Marie sighed, shaking her head.

***

“Hey, wait!” Sheldon called out, taking both Marie and Cull by surprise over the radio. “You might wanna try out something different here! I can send you a Roller, and we can see if it works out better for you. Plus, you know, these weapons need a good ol’ field testing…”

“Erm,” Cull said, looking at his Splattershot, “I-I’m kinda already here…”

“Yeah, we’d have to recall Agent 4 if we wanted to—”

“No, no, I can also test my newest delivery system! For the past two years, I’ve gotten a hold of some old tech from my gramps, and found a way to get a remote drone and all its electronics through these grates, and even greatly extended the signal through careful use of the latest—”

“You think you can send it down to him?” Marie asked. “Sure; try the first tower on the left once you get to Suction-Cup lookout. You think your whatchamacallit can fly that far?”

“Well, the battery kinda had to be skimped on to get it to work, but I could drive there! Can you wait a few, Agent 4?”

“I… I guess…?”

“Great! I’ll let you know when I’m there! Try to hang on until then, okay?”

“…Sure…?”

***

The spawner was surprisingly comfortable to sit on, considering it was a large metal plate with ink swirling below glass. Still, it gave Agent 4 a nice place to relax as he looked around the smoggy area. It wasn’t much to look at, apparently being an industrial area with floating steel platforms and a greenish tint to the air. In the distance, there were hanging orange lights to punctuate the gloomy area. The air smelled of motor oil and something like ink blended with iron. Interestingly, there were some yellow traffic signs laid on the right that showed squid icons, and those looked pretty new.

He didn’t have much time to think about that, however, as a low buzzing noise turned his attention upwards. A black and yellow drone descended, carrying a large case. Cull’s gaze followed it as it lowered to eye level and started orbiting him.

“Go ahead and swap your Splattershot out for this bad boy,” Sheldon said. “See how you like it!”

Cull pulled the case off the drone and opened it, revealing an intricately folded lump of yellow plastic and steel. He yelped as, almost immediately, the contraption sprung to life, leaping out towards him as he jumped back, dropping his gun. Within half a second, the machine had stopped, revealing itself to be a massive Roller, not too different from the ones Cull saw in commercials pretty frequently.

“Real beauty, isn’t she?” Sheldon said. “Go ahead and give ‘er a whirl! But first… please put that poor Splattershot in that case. I don’t want it getting scratched…”

Cull nodded, picking his gun up and putting it back into the same case the Roller burst out of. Sending the drone on its way, he turned to his new weapon, testing the handle. Yup, the thing was almost as heavy as it looked, but he was used to paint rollers anyway; he was constantly re-painting the walls at home, after all.

He started to push his Roller forward, and he was astonished at how smoothly his ink coated the floor as he went. He was used to having a rough time, but moving forward with this monstrosity was a breeze!

Well, at least for the first fifteen or so seconds. When he was out of ink, the sheer weight of this thing slowed him to a crawl. Apparently, all that smoothness was just his ink; the mix of metal and foam was not doing his advance after the first Launchpad any favors.

“You gotta lift that up for a bit,” Marie said. “Remember, you only have so much ink, even with that enhanced tank.”

“Um… okay…”

Surprisingly, it was pretty easy to lift the Roller. The challenge was balancing with it; everything above the handle was so massive he found himself tilting every which way. He stumbled around, trying to find some kind of way to keep his weapon upright.

What was worse, he knew Agent 2 and Sheldon were watching this performance, probably snickering to themselves about it.

“Keep it close to your chest,” Marie said, without a hint of humor in her voice, somehow making it worse. “Bend your knees a lil’, keep the Roller straight up… yeah, like that!”

Cull somehow felt sillier now that he had something like the right posture, but at least he could stand, and he could feel his ink tank refilling.

“Just watch for the Rolinium around here!” Sheldon piped up. “I think this is a processing plant for the stuff…”

Up ahead, there was a giant bundle of what looked like Roller sleeves, and an Octotrooper waiting on some kind of large, automated brush. Cull was about to try to rush forward, balance be clammed, but both voices shouting for him to stop landed him right in front of the bundle.

“You can activate that Rolinium with your own,” Sheldon pointed out. “It’ll fly right ahead into the bad guys!”

“Probably a better way of getting a feel for the thing, too,” Marie added. “Don’t have to get up to that Octoslob with a weapon you’re not used to this time.”

Agent 4 nodded, shifting his grip a bit as he looked at the Rolinium. If he could launch this like Sheldon said, he’d have to time it. He was just glad the Octotrooper hadn’t noticed him; he was sure the guy would have had the same idea and just launch the Roller sleeves at him.

He had to slam his weapon down as soon as he tried to lean it forward. A violent splash of ink hit the Rolinium before he could run into it, and it immediately accelerated, barreling right into the unsuspecting Octatrian.

“Nice one!”

Cull knew he didn’t deserve that praise, so he just nodded and literally pressed forward with the Roller.

#cull goes to octo canyon #cull to adventure #chapter 9 #draft 1 #Splatoon #splatoon fic #splatoon 2 #splatoon 2 fic #cull to adventure full chapter

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When I saw this I was immediately triggered and that’s how I knew I had to share it. Other than the fact that it is important as fuck to share something like this. But the second part of that post almost aligns with what had happened to me with my ex Dan. I have issues with sexual dysfunction and tend to lose feeling down there and that leaves me feeling betrayed by my own body. I feel so worthless and pathetic already as it is when it happens because I’m sensitive and it is humiliating when I start to cry. I don’t even get to like fully enjoy something so intimate because I’m a very passionate person and I love all types of deep connection. And he ruined it. It had stopped being such a beautiful thing for me. The second I asked him to stop and that I had mentioned I wasn’t enjoying it, he became the person I didn’t think he could truly ever be. He laid down on me. Like I’m talking all of his weight was on me, and he whined about how good it felt to stay in me and finish. I felt nothing and everything all at the same time, I wasn’t being heard, I was just a body, and I didn’t matter anymore. This was someone who was stronger than me. This was someone who I loved and straight up disrespected me to the point where I myself are in a traumatic position, I had to literally match his thrusts just so he’d come faster because I knew that was the only safe way to get him off of me. And that was humiliating and violating. I had no other choice. And to this day this man still tries to say he didn’t rape me but SIR WHEN YOU DO SHIT LIKE THAT YOU ARE A FUCKING RAPIST. YOU IGNORED MY PLEAS AND MADE ME FEEL SO UNSAFE AND I FELT LIKE MY BODY WASN’T EVEN FUCKING MINE ANYMORE. YOU GAVE ME PTSD FOR ALL THE OTHER FUCKED UP TIMES THAT I HAD LET SLIDE BECAUSE I FELT COERCED INTO IT. YOU KNOW WHAT YOU DID AND I KNOW WHAT YOU DID. And what had haunted me every time I wanted to go somewhere, I had to take my car. It happened in my car. I had to drive myself after that with cum dripping down my legs. I had to see a flashback every time my mind drifted towards the back. I will never EVER let myself be in that position again. Dan broke me. I’m the one who pulled myself out and I’m still healing.

It was from 2016 and trauma tells no time, I’m lucky I don’t feel the weight of your body still pinning me down during intimate times. I saw you in the faces of whoever was on top of me. I would get panic attacks and cry. You fucking ruined me and my trust and I will ruin you if you ever dare try to come into my life again.

The Relationship Aspect:

Not many people know about the sleep fucking, or when you would take my thumb out of my mouth when I was asleep because I still had some hard time sleeping so I would suck my thumb sometimes and you would replace your it with your dick and then ejaculate down my throat and I'd wake up to such a horrible taste. My inner child does scream for she was only 15-17 and I let it slide because you had so much power over me and I did so much to make you happy even though it didn't make me happy myself. Let's not forget when I wasn't in the mood sometimes so you would turn around away from me with no sound nothing and straight up fell asleep because I said no or that I don't want to have sex with you. And then there were times where you would sexualize me, you would look up my skirt or you would look at my pants and tell me about my panty lines and basically scare me and make feel little. You were constantly pointing them out and laughing, conditioning me even to never wear comfy underwear, I have more thongs than any type of other underwear. And now I'm finally getting used to wearing normal underwear again just because I was felt like someone was doing the same shit that you did to me. I felt grimy. And let's not forget when you would steal my panties and you would bring them home and jerk off in them and cum in them and to top it all off you would bring them back to my house and throw them in my dirty laundry so they can be washed so you can repeat that cycle. And the worst part is that you probably took some before we broke up and I never got them back. Fuck you. How about all those times you never asked if you could cum in me but you still did even though I fucking hated it, and you’d get mad at me when your sheets were ruined because of you the mess you made in me and I still fucking hate it it's only such a rare occasion for me to ever let that happen during any intimate moment now. Also let's not forget your greediness for my photos. My naked photos that you kept to get off to even after we broke up and still demanded more and other shit when I was with someone else it was disgusting.

The Party:

Oh here’s a memory that’s gonna be fucking me soon, once late October arrives I’m going to be thinking about that night I decided to try and most past you. That fucking college party was the biggest gray area that was so painful and smoggy. It was grey because I was still figuring my shit out and mentally screwed up from the actions of you. I'll never forget, how are used to feel guilty and how are used to blame myself for all of this. And I got to a point where we had mutual friends and I just wanted to forget all about it and learn to forgive you. As soon as ready, Matt and I went to that party that Anthony was throwing and you were there, and you had no problem laughing off your drunk ass I front of me about rape jokes. If I hadn't been high and Matt being so drunk we would've left and I remember calling my mom in the hallway crying telling her about that little part of what happened that night. And then later that night you got so fucking drunk, made everybody your babysitter and I still fucking hate myself for the side you brought out even though you caused me so much harm. You brought out my fucking maternal side which I hated because like I said in that moment of time it wasn’t black or white for me, it was grey. It was so fucking gray. And I took care of you that night because you were so fucking drunk, I remember you asking me or saying something about how I hated you. And then later that night I ended up sandwiched between you and Matt, and you decided to touch me through my pants even when I was cuddled up to Matt and I thought maybe there would’ve been some change but in the end you were still assaulting me. I didn’t sleep at all that night, and it sent me backwards, I felt like all of the progress that I had made was gone it was dehumanizing and I threw out those sweatpants and they were brand fucking new and they were Calvin Klein my favorite designer which hurt even more because I used my money to get something I really wanted for comfort and you just stumble in cocked off of what 3 beers? And ruin even the smallest things that could’ve made me more comfortable? Heinous and out right disgustingly disrespectful.

Trauma talk aftermath:

I betrayed myself sleeping with you even after the rape, and you knew so much about me so I couldn't even fucking report it even though I had the proof of you admitting to what you did. But Im always scared because my reputation was at stake and it was so easily corrupted by your lies as it is. I had no choice. You could've easily ruined my life and I wasn't about to let you so I ruined mine but little did I know that you were already ruining mine. And you still haven't taken accountability for your actions and I'm still suffering the consequences of those horrible behaviors that you were still using to this day probably. And I can't even imagine how many other girls like me there must be now.

Here's to all the nightmares that circulate in my head at night still in that feeling of fear of having and experiencing that PTSD kick into hyper drive. And all the ones I've yet to have when I have new partners in my life, because I have nightmares of them doing the same thing that you did to me and it's traumatizing. Because even though I know they are not you for that split second I am terrified of them. And I saw another post about how when sexual assault survivors even get a whiff of the scent of their abuser they are in panic; and I honestly don't blame them. I was at school the other day, and in the air I smell whatever type of detergent was used to fill the air with your scent, I was in panic for a couple minutes looking around trying to figure it out where you were. It's so fucked up that you've had such lasting effects on me like why isn’t hating you and going through all of that trauma shit enough. And I'm so tired of the panic and anxiety attacks that you still bring into my life whether it is indirect or direct.

And looking back now after going off of that and emotional spiel about what you did and how I still feel towards these events today. I realize all the ways how I am not gonna be treated in the future. You saw the light inside of me, and when you stepped into my life that light dimmed within each day that passed that I saw who you were. And it took all of my power away; but I am taking all of that power back and you will never ever use it again and you will never have it in your possession because I know I will forever be a better person and not let you win. And I know that I wasn't a good girlfriend at the time as well but you were also I'm manipulative narcissistic asshole. And I blamed myself for all of the times that I was mad at you and thought I deserved it all. And I deserve none of that shit. It was you that didn’t deserve me and all the love I gave you. All of clothes I bought you, all of the stupid ass Pokémon cards i grabbed for you because I knew it was important to you to collect them, all of the silly $7 cards to go with each thing I gave you. All of the handwritten notes. Helping you match your clothes and fold your shit. Fuck you and for all you have taken from me and didn’t even fucking say sorry or be truly appreciative.

More Trauma Talk 2020-2021 edition:

Consent is so important to me, because it was stolen from me as a child, as a teenager, and as an adult. I want to take a moment to also talk about my second ex-boyfriend named Dan as well how ironic I never thought I'd say I love you Dan ever again. But the first night we hooked up, he was so patient with me which in all honestly is sad but it truly took my breath away with the time that he spent on me making sure I knew that I was safe because he knew that I have been raped. And every once in a while he asked me if I was OK and I thought that was the most amazing thing ever little did I know that that's actually what you're supposed to do and that it's not the bare minimum. And after all of that he still had one of those moments where he traumatized me and put me back into the place where you had put me days before Christmas… which is now a tainted holiday as well as Halloween for me. Thanks a lot.

Wow… fuck this is a lot for anyone let alone me to endure and/or read and I just want to say that felt so fucking good to finally write it all down and speak my truth and let others know that not every sexual assault or rape has to be violent (well it’s violence either way, but you know getting the shit beaten out of you stereotypical type) it can be sweet until it turns sour, it can be public, it can be sneaky, it can be with someone you gained the ability to trust who was so good in the beginning. It can be anyone and that’s the real scary part because I don’t know whose intentions are actually true until they read my stuff and reassure me about how they feel about me. It’s the only way and even then I’m still scared of wanting to be intimate with someone new. It’s another strong reason as to why I am practicing celibacy for a bit.

Finished on 9/20/2021

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The Dragon Club: Chapter 27 - Rhaegar and Jon

Link: http://archiveofourown.org/works/12018519/chapters/27872520

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"So, you're the journalist that slandered my sister on your blog" Rhaegar huffed as he sat on a seat next to Jon in the waiting room. Daenerys was currently talking to her mother, they were still crying over the news that her father was stable. She was glance at him every now and then; he hated seeing her cry. He never thought such a strong woman would be able to cry so much as she has the last few hours; of course there was no shame in it but it had just taken Jon by surprise.

Viserys was asleep on one of the chairs in the waiting room, mouth open with his tongue hanging out and snoring quite loudly. And now as he sat wishing there was something he could do, he instead was going to be grilled by her older brother. He was a handsome man in his youth, he looked exactly like Dany it was quite freaky. Violet eyes and silver blonde hair he'd put into a bun, a little bit of scruff on the face which was a little darker.

"Aye, I was wrong in my initial impressions though" Jon meekly spoke. He didn't want to awake the dragon in any of her family members, he'd already done that with Dany he didn't need a shouting match with the rest of them. But he felt a calming sort of aura around Rhaegar, Dany had said he was the polite one of the family, the golden child.

"And now you're bringing her to the hospital, you've been spotted with her out on dates, you're doing this joint cover together. A lot to dissect and think about" Rhaegar huffed as he took a final swig of the coffee in his hands. Jon felt the heat rush to his head, he knew it was coming but he hadn't expected it so soon, while they waited to see if their father was okay.

"I think she's happy with me; I don't really get let in often"

"She's not a very communicative woman at the best of times, she likes to keep herself and her emotions in check"

"I've noticed, although I believe she has opened up to me a little" Jon said coolly. He didn't know how much Rhaegar knew about the whole Doreah fiasco, probably not much, maybe all of it, but he wasn't going to say anything. "She's a very interesting soul"

"She's stubborn, that's what she is" Rhaegar sighed as he threw his empty coffee cup into the bin. Rhaegar smiled sweetly, as if remembering something. "When she was nine she was determined to build a castle in the garden from mud and grass; Father had said that ladies don't do such activities but she defied him and a few hours later she'd got three towers and a courtyard built. It was very impressive, so impressive that even father wasn't mad. She'd soiled her clothes and got mud under her nails and a worm in her hair, but he was impressed nonetheless"

"Sounds like Daenerys" Jon smiled to himself, she was stubborn. Every interaction he'd ever had with her was proof of her stubborn nature. Every time she had tried to dig her claws into him she'd stubbornly rejected his digs in return. Yet of late, she was softening, as their relationship has grown it has blossomed into a beautiful thing. They hadn't argued, they just was in cloud nine over each other. "She's a softie really"

"My sister's anything but" Rhaegar retorted.

"Well she was stubborn to start with, as she had every right to be over the article I wrote, but she has let her guard down" Jon coolly spoke, trying not to push Rhaegar the wrong way. "She's quite extraordinary, how quickly she amassed her company"

"That's father's fault" Rhaegar laughed as he rubbed his temples.

"I know he kicked her out" Jon sat in his seat a little higher up. Rhaegar just snorted.

"Yeah that was a... rough day for our family. She's never seen eye to eye with him since, always trying to prove herself. Of course, she's a far better business owner than father will ever be, the fact she had triple his profits last year is part and parcel of that given her company is thirty years younger than his. I think he's proud of her, but he'd never admit it. I bet even when he comes to he'll moan at her for something"

"Doesn't seem fair" Jon brooded.

"He's always expected more from her. He resigned himself to the fact I did not want to be his heir. I met Elia at college and went into the army not long after that. Since then I have been a retired Veteran raising two kids. Viserys, the sleeping beauty, is his heir, but father says he thinks Viserys will sell the business when he's gone. Which is probably true, he'd use the money to fund his many girlfriends and their expensive hobbies. But Daenerys, he always wanted more from her"

"What happened?" Jon was intrigued, Rhaegar had said enough to whet his appetite for information, he hoped he did not stop.

"Daenerys asked for $2000, that's all. Just to fund the starting of her online blog. She had used the last of her allowance to buy a user domain for online. But she needed products to model and layouts to choose from etc. He refused; he put her clothes in a bag, kicked her out with her car and gave her $2000 to live on instead. He said if she was serious about being a business owner she wasn't to go back to his house until she hit her first million. She came back seven months later with four issues of Valyrian magazine published online and a million dollars in her account from advertisement, membership subscriptions and collections from people in the cafe where she worked"

"Wow" Jon didn't know this part.

"Father offered her to live back home but she refused, she said she'd come back when she'd got 10 million. She came back another seven months later and showed him her bank statement. Again he offered her the room. She refused and said she'd be back when he'd got a financial backer to have it printed into a magazine to go on shelves. She turned up with Tyrion Lannister on her father's door five months later"

"That's incredible" Jon felt inspired once more by the woman he courted. "She's truly something different"

"I'm surprised mother hasn't gone after her over something or other. She has never forgiven her for not coming back home, for not speaking to her very often"

"She said her mother can be... intense" Jon threw in.

"Understatement, even I think she goes too far sometimes. They seem to forget that they were the ones to throw her out initially" Rhaegar mused. Jon noticed how tired he looked, two children must do that to you. Jon felt uneasy as Rhaegar sighed and stared at his sister who was still talking to her mother. "Why are you with her Jon?"

"I'm sorry?" Jon was caught off guard.

"Why are you with her, what is it about my sister you like?" He said with slight authority. "Because she's got badly hurt in the past, and I need to know if you're gonna do the same. I love her very dearly and I can't go through that again, can't watch her go through it"

"You mean Drogo?" Jon felt slightly insulted; he knew what had happened to her, by Drogo, he would never hurt Daenerys in such a way, in anyway. He was falling for her, he enjoyed every minute in her company and craved her when he wasn't around her. Rhaegar nodded, slightly surprised that Jon knew about this. Jon thought about his question carefully before answering.

"I lost someone I loved, I didn't think I'd feel that way about anyone again. For three years i'd never met someone who, inspired me the way i was before. And then I was challenged, by this fiery and stubborn spirit and I was intrigued. Of course she kicked me out of the interview and I wrote what I thought to be the truth at the time. Not the best first impression for either of us to make with each other. A few weeks later, after several chance meetings in a supermarket and other places, I was having dinner with her friends at her apartment"

Jon thought back on the last 10 weeks, it's been mad. And it still amazed him how a quiet and gentle soul such as himself was with the fiery and loud soul of hers. He felt his brow furrow, he was going into brooding mode. "The Dragon Club?"

"I hate that name" Jon laughed, stopping himself from looking too gloomy. "But she insists" Jon sighed as he looked at her, skin red and blotchy from her tears, her eyes wet and her hair sticking to her face. He wanted to soothe her, ease her pain. But it wasn't something he could do; her father had nearly died. "She's managed to get through to me, changed my opinion on her quite dramatically. She attended my sister's wedding with me and with both hinted that we liked each other. But it wasn't until a week after that when we got into a petty argument, my fault, I'll admit it. We went from there, starting a fresh and since then we've been in bliss"

"She's been different the last few weeks" Rhaegar spoke after Jon's spiel. "Happier" Jon just nodded awkwardly. "You're doing something right"

"I hope so; I don't understand how women work really"

Rhaegar almost barked. "Jon, mate. I've been married seventeen years and I still don't know how they work. I don't think we're suppose to know; just treat them right and apologise for everything you do wrong even if you think you're in the right. Elia is not just my wife, she's my best friend. And we're happy as we are; I'd like my siblings to find that happiness one day. I think you're helping"

Jon nodded with smiles. "So, I passed the test then?"

"Well, mine yes"Jon's faced paled. "But I'm sure you'll hear the same spiel from Viserys and my mother"

He winked before getting out of his seat and joining Dany and Rhaella's conversation.

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