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paterson-blue · 3 years

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Summary: Sackler's working on his impulse control. No, really--he is, he swears. It's just a lot harder when it comes to you.

Word Count: 8,432

Warnings: fem!AFAB!reader, angst with a happy ending, fluff, sexual tension, friends to lovers (but moves into established relationship), domestic shit, the regularly scheduled Sackler chaos, Sackler is soft, an anxious boy; a nervous boy, excessive gatorade drinking (it's his brand), classic Sackler banter, hair braiding, teasing, handjobs, fingering (f receiving), oral sex (f receiving), slight nose action, unprotected PIV sex (no chance of pregnancy), cock warming, praise kink, breeding kink (if you squint) — let me know if I need to add anything else!

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You’d entered his life slowly, inch by inch, sneaking into his consciousness until suddenly you were all he thought about. When he’d decided to wave at you across the aisle of the bodega all those months ago he’d had no idea of what the future would hold. All he knew was that he’d been seeing you there every day like clockwork; same time, same aisle.

He always grabbed a red Gatorade and you always grabbed some sort of sugary drink of your own. Occasionally the two of you seemed to move in sync, opening the fridge, reaching up, grabbing your item, and slamming the door all in one motion together. Adam thought it was kinda funny, two strangers' lives lining up in such a way, being part of each other’s daily routine. So one day he waves, a goofy grin on his face as he points to his signature bottle of red goodness.

You blink at him in surprise before almost shyly smiling back, your eyes bright, and oh—Adam’s stomach does a dangerous little flip-flop.

He waves at you for two weeks straight until it’s not enough anymore. He comes into the bodega one day determined to talk to you but with no concrete plan of how to do it. He’s a little early in his excitement, and he finds himself having to aimlessly browse the little store like a fuckin’ idiot before the familiar bell dings and he sees you come through the door. He half-trips over to the drink aisle, trying not to come across like he’s following you around, even though he definitely is.

You’re studying the various beverages in the fridge, mouth scrunched up as you consider them. He only allows himself a moment to admire you, not wanting you to catch him staring. He steps closer, boots thudding on the floor, making you look up at him. Now’s your chance, Sackler, a voice echoes in his head.

“What’s today’s flavor?” he hears himself say, and he feels relief wash over him when you give him that pretty smile.

“Oh, I’m not sure.” You sigh, settling your hands on your hips. “Maybe just water.”

“What?! Bullshit! You never get water!” Oh, so he’s just gonna double down on being a creep, huh? Saying he knows exactly what you get every day? Adam wants to smack the palm of his hand against his forehead.

But then you’re letting out a laugh, shaking your head at him. “Well maybe sometimes I like to change things up. We can’t all stick to red gatorade every damn day.”

Your comeback makes Adam feel half-giddy, both from the easy banter and from the acknowledgement that you’ve been paying just as much attention to him as he has to you.

“Well, I’ll have you know that red flavored Gatorade has special health benefits that others just don’t.” He states, leaning against the cool glass of the fridge. You’ve gone back to browsing, but you keep shooting him amused little looks; his ego crows at your attention.

“Is that so?” you ask, humoring him as you indeed select a bottle of water from the bottom shelf.

He’s nodding when you straighten back up, and points accusingly at the bottle of water. “Can’t believe you’re going for the boring shit.”

“Well,” you shrug, holding the bottle to your chest, “I’m feeling pretty boring today. But I dunno, tomorrow might be different. You’ll just have to wait and see.”

She doesn’t mean anything, Adam tries to tell himself. The two of you had been there together every day for the past two months. It’s not abnormal for you to assume he’ll show up again the next day. But still, your words, the between-the-lines invitation for him to see you again, makes his heart leap.

“I guess I will,” he responds firmly before grabbing his regular gatorade from the shelf. This time the two of you walk up to the register together, and before Adam can stop himself he’s digging into his jeans pocket, tugging out a couple crumpled bills. “Hey kid, lemme pay for that.”

You hesitate, but nod, chirping out a “thank you” in that sweet voice of yours. Adam slaps down the money, throwing in a pack of sunflower seeds along with the drinks. If it’s just to make the transaction last two seconds longer—to make him standing there with you two seconds longer—then he’ll keep it to himself. Soon, you’ve got your water and you're waving a goodbye as you step out of the store and onto the busy sidewalk.

Adam follows at a distance; watches you walk away, your purse slung over your shoulder, water already open and pressed to your lips. He watches until you disappear into the crowd, and then he’s sighing, looking down at his feet. It’s not until he’s trudging back home that he realizes he never even got your fuckin’ name.

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It’s another day before he gets your name. A week before the two of you leave together, leaning against the wall outside and sipping your respective drinks; two before he’s asking for your number. For some reason, you actually give it to him.

He’s nervous to text you first, which is unlike him. Sure, in the past he would get a little anxious, not wanting to make a complete fool out of himself, but he still went through with it. But it takes him an entire day to shoot you a message, asking if you wanted to go sit in the nearby park after the bodega stop. Your answer is an immediate yes, and suddenly Adam is eying the hole in the collar of his green t-shirt, wondering if he should change.

It’s not a date. The bodega isn’t a date, the park isn’t a date—the walks and lunches, coffee shops and movie nights in the weeks following aren’t dates either. So what if he cleaned the absolute shit out of his apartment before you came over for dinner? So what if he wore his nice jeans and black dress shirt, sleeves all rolled up to show off his forearms? So fuckin’ what?

It’s not a date.

It’s not a date until, a month into all your not-date’s, you’re standing at the sink with him as the two of you tag-team-clean the dishes. He’s washing, you’re drying, and there’s an easy rhythm flowing until a soapy plate slips from your grasp as he hands it to you. The dish smacks into the water-filled sink, creating a splash that soaks the both of you. You inhale a loud gasp, laughter already in your voice.

He seems to get the brunt of it, the front of his green plaid shirt darkening as warm, sudsy water bathes the fabric. His shoulders hunch up in surprise, and you’re giggling, covering your mouth with your hand. “Shit, I’m so sorry, that was an accident I swear.”

“Oh I call bullshit,” he growls, a grin spreading over his face. He yanks his arms up high, wriggling his fingers over your head so that water and suds drip onto you. “Pay back!” He crows, stalking towards you. You can easily duck under his arm to sideswipe him, to escape his grasp, but you don’t.

Instead, you swat at him with the dish towel in your hands, laughing as you shuffle backwards. “You better fuckin’ not, Sackler! I’ll scream!” You make idle threats at him but he doesn’t listen. He steps forward, forward, forward, hands dripping water all over your hair and shoulders as you shriek.

“I’mmmmm gonna getcha!” he sing-songs, jumping towards you, the wood floor creaking under his big feet. He’s got you cornered now, your back against the wall—ha! His arms swoop down in an attempt to engulf you, aiming to press his wet hands and shirtfront against you, but your hands fly out to grasp his wrists to halt him.

“I just bought this shirt!”

“It’s soapy water, it’s just gonna get more clean!”

“Adam!” You laugh, your voice betraying a tone of fond exasperation. And oh, you’re all smiley and breathless, eyes shining up at him—you’re so fuckin’ pretty. Most gorgeous thing he’s ever seen, lighting up his kitchen and his heart and his whole fuckin’ life with the brightest, warmest sunshine he’s ever felt. He stares at you, admiring you freely, not able to help it. You don’t seem to mind; you’re looking straight back at him, thumbs rubbing little circles on his wrists where water was trickling down to his forearms.

Adam’s never really been one for impulse control. That shit’s just never appealed to him. What was the point? If you’re gonna do something, just fuckin’ do it—get it out there in the open and see what happens. Yeah, sometimes things don’t go well, or—okay, they go really fuckin’ bad—but sometimes things turn out for the better! And the sweet feeling of elation whenever his bet, whenever trusting his gut, pays off? It was worth the risk.

So he lunges down, capturing your face in his wet palms as he presses his lips to yours. And shit, by some strange miraculous twist of fate you’re actually kissing him back. It makes him press forward, shoulders scrunched up and back curved towards you, angling himself for you to take. He thinks he could die happy, finally having your mouth against his, finally holding you the way he’s needed since the first fuckin’ day he saw you.

You sigh into his mouth and he gobbles it up greedily, sucking at your bottom lip, full on moaning when your tongue swipes against his cupid’s bow. When you insist on pulling away to get some air he stays close to share your breath, brushing his nose against yours. You hum out a pleased little noise and he wants to melt into the floor. He thinks about doing it—about sinking to his knees and pressing his face into your stomach, holding you tight, tight, tight.

He thinks he might have, if you hadn’t reached up to card your fingers through his hair, fingertips massaging deliciously at his scalp. He presses a needy little kiss to the corner of your mouth; your lips quirk upwards at his touch. When you break the silence it’s in a hushed tone, your hands sliding over his biceps. “That was nice.”

Adam grins, rubbing the tip of his nose over your cheekbone just because he can. “I can do better,” he promises cheekily, “Just gotta let me show you.”

You laugh, saying oh really? in a way that has him preening.

“Hell yeah. I’m a very well rounded individual.” He finally straightens back up, watching you with hopeful eyes, painfully shoving back the urge to ask you if you wanted to kiss him again.

“… I’ve got work tomorrow,” you finally say, and Adam nods, because he knows you do. You took your shit seriously. But oh, you’re reaching for his hand, and the relief he feels when you touch him is immediate. “But I'm free tomorrow night,” you tell him, your own eyes bright, waiting for him to take your offering—and there’s no way in hell he’s going to pass it up.

“Well good, because we’re having dinner. That back alley Thai place. And then I’ll take you out to that gross ice cream shop down the street you like so fuckin’ much.”

You nod, bouncing on your toes a little, and it’s so goddamn cute that Adam almost dips down to kiss you again. The most he lets himself do is rub the back of your hand with his thumb, watching you intently. “And I’m fuckin’ paying, don’t even think about bringing any money.”

You offer him a grin. “Alright. It’s a date.”

Adam nods, so fast he thinks he probably looks unhinged, but hey—that’s nothing new. “You bet your ass it’s a date, kid.”

An actual date. With you. It only took three months.

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So yeah. Impulse control.

Never been Adam’s thing.

It’s not that he doesn’t think about his actions. Okay, well, sure, sometimes he doesn’t. Sometimes he just goes with his gut and throws caution to the wind, like when he’d kissed you. He’d just known it was what he should do, and so he did it. He likes to think most of his impulsive decisions are perfectly logical and sound, even the ones that don’t work out. It’s not his fault if other people don’t always agree with what he does. This is how he’s lived his life all these years, and it’s worked out more often than not. Why change something that isn’t broken, or whatever the saying is.

Except. He meets you. And fuck, suddenly he’s overthinking every little urge, every little snap judgement—tight-rope walking the thread of fate. He’s on edge for the best of reasons; you’re the most wonderful thing he thinks has ever fuckin’ happened to him and there’s no goddamn way he’s going to jeopardize what the two of you have. He has to do this right, has to do things properly. He’s going to date the absolute shit outta you and there’s nothing you can do about it.

He likes it, really—hopping each little stepping stone that leads to more of you. Taking things slower than he has in ages, maybe ever. He knows, in the back of his mind, that if he flew into you at his usual gale force chaos, you’d accept him all the same. Because you’re good. You’re soft and sweet, and have turned his life into something golden and warm.

But you deserve more than his chaos. You were so gentle and vulnerable with him, and Adam—he wants to be the same way with you. For you. So he grapples with his impulses, shoving them down when they rear their ugly heads. He’s not gonna fuck this up, no matter how much his brain tries. And oh, does it try.

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For example, he almost tells you he loves you not two weeks into the course of dating you.

It’s not his fault, honest—or that’s what he tells himself. His feelings just like to…. overwhelm him. Endlessly.

See, he’d had a show—a play; one he’d been working on since before he’d waved at you in the bodega those months ago. You knew about it, sure. He’d talked about it (ranted about it) plenty of times. You always listened even if you had no clue what he was going on about, always gave him whatever he needed—whether that was being alone, or extra rehearsal time, or allowing him to flop into your couch and scream into the pillows.

Still, he hadn’t invited you to the opening night. Or any nights, actually. He was too nervous, as much as he hated to admit it—mostly about fucking things up if you were there. Honestly, the thought of you sitting, watching him, made his insides all… wriggly. And even if it was the good kind of wriggly, he’d be too hyper-aware of it, too distracted by it.

He feels guilty even if you don’t seem upset. You have brunch with him—yeah, he was doing fuckin’ brunch now. That shit was good—and then give him a goodbye kiss, telling him to “break a leg.” It makes him smile, and he insists on a couple more kisses, just for luck. And then he’s off to the final rehearsal before opening.

It goes off without a hitch, and Adam’s beyond elated—and relieved, and proud. As he scrubs off his sweat and makeup backstage, he can’t help but wish he had someone there to share his pride with. But he doesn’t have time to get into his head; there’s stupid fuckin’ rich people to schmooze outside, and the director had told him under no uncertain terms would he be in attendance.

Adam yanks on his tie as he makes his way through the theater’s halls towards the ballroom, not looking forward to the boring conversation and unnecessarily tiny food he had ahead of him. He tries to sneak his way through the crowded lobby area but it’s kind of difficult to be discreet with his sheer size—something that shouldn’t surprise him by now and yet does every single time. He forces out gentle smiles and humble “thank you’s” at the praise his performance receives, attempting to make his long legs work double time.

But then he spots something in his periphery. He’s not even sure what it is at first, really--just that it means something to him. It’s important. A flash of fabric as someone exits the large revolving doors, and there it is, that nagging in his head, that impulse. He veers off course without even thinking about it; fuck the schmoozing. Following that flutter of fabric, he shoves his way through the door and people, stumbling out onto the sidewalk. His dark eyes scan the busy street before landing on what his subconscious had been so attracted to.

You.

It stuns him at first, shocks him to silence--and not much can do that, if he’s being honest. You were here. Had you been here the whole time? Did you watch the whole thing? Were you just gonna leave? Adam thinks all these things at once, his mind a cacophony of noise, and suddenly he’s bellowing your name over the bustle of the crowd. He watches you jump, acknowledges the head turns he’s getting--he doesn’t give a fuck. You’re turning to look at him and he’s all but bounding over, zeroed in on you. You looked so goddamn gorgeous, the lights of the city casting multicolored glows over your skin.

“You’re here.” He says when he gets close enough, gaze bouncing all over you, not able to keep to one spot.

You give him a sheepish look, extending him just half a smile. “I… Yeah, I’m sorry. I wanted to come. I know you didn’t ask me to, but this show is so important to you and I--” You let out a small laugh, “--I wanted to support you, even if it was a secret?”

Adam’s chest fills with warmth, and his voice is noticeably quieter when he speaks again. “And you were just gonna leave without saying goodbye? What the fuck, kid?”

You shrug, but in a bashful way, not in a way where you’re blowing off his question. “Well, it wasn’t about me, you know? I wanted to be here for you, but until you were ready for me to be here, be here… I wasn’t wanting to, I don’t know--force your hand, or anything.”

And shit, if that doesn’t give Adam pause. He doesn’t think he’s ever had someone do something like this for him--support him without wanting something in return, without wanting recognition for their ‘good deed.’ You were giving him yourself even when he wasn’t around to acknowledge it or thank you for it. The words almost slip out of his mouth right then and there. I love you. It would be so simple.

They’re on the tip of his tongue, ready to tumble out in the open area between the two of you at a moment’s notice; he does the only thing he can think of to stop it from happening. He lunges forward, half yanking you to him as he slams his mouth down onto yours. It's… not as gentle as he intends, but he’s desperate, because the words are already leaving his lips in a muffled jumble. He’s kissing you on the crowded sidewalk like he’s fuckin’ starving for it, like he can’t breathe without it. Maybe he can’t. He sure isn’t stopping to find out.

“Adam--” you murmur into his mouth, and he grunts at you in response, which earns him a laugh. Your hands slip over his dress shirt, underneath his suit jacket, and he leans into your touch. You pull away from his lips, but press lingering kisses to his jaw, and Adam thinks maybe it’s an okay compromise. He wraps his arms around you, holding you close; says the only (other) thing he can think of--that he knows he has to get off his chest.

“I don’t wanna fuckin’ date anyone else. Don’t wanna kiss anyone else. Just you.” He makes sure to look at you when he says it, not caring how intense he comes across. If he can’t say that he loves you outright, he’ll do it in every other little way he can. “I wanna do boyfriend shit for you. Like—like make you canned soup when you’re sick and—and text you whenever I see a fuckin’ tree that reminds me of you.”

You smile up at him in that way that makes him feel ridiculously small and a million feet tall all at once. “Boyfriend shit, huh? Does that mean I need to start thinking of girlfriend shit to do?”

Adam nods briskly, but then pauses, his hands sliding up and down your back. “Only if you want to.” He tries to school his tone into something soft and neutral, trying to protect himself in case you say no.

But then you’re relaxing into his chest, resting your head over his thrumming heart. “I want to.”

He’s glad you can’t see his grin, and he holds you tighter to him, hoping you wont notice the way he’s literally fuckin’ vibrating with happiness. He wants to shout, wants to yell out at everyone passing by on the street. Hear that, everyone?! She’s my fuckin’ girlfriend now! Mine!! Ha!

“Do you wanna come back inside with me?” He asks instead, trailing his fingertips up and down your arm. “I have to go suck up to a bunch’a idiots so they’ll give the director some money. They might be willing to give more if I bring along some hot eye candy.”

You snort, pulling away from him; his gaze flits over your face, taking in your pleased smile and sparkling eyes. You were happy. He made you happy. It’s all he ever wants, really. You agree to coming with him, and he gives you his arm to hold onto as he escorts you back into the building, head held high with pride.

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Of course, it just makes things harder.

He’s swallowing down “I love you’s” left and fuckin’ right: when you pick him up from an audition and hand him a red gatorade. When you remember his lunch order from the café down the street. When you laugh at something dumb he’s said—a joke he knows isn’t that funny.

When, alternatively, you say Sackler in that exasperated-yet-fond tone whenever he’s said something annoying. When the two of you sit quietly in the living room together, each doing work, comfortable in the silence. When you pass behind him while he’s cooking and brush a gentle hand against his back, casual as can be.

He swallows the words down the first time he stays over at your place. It’d been an accident; he’d fallen asleep on the couch after getting back from an out-of-state visit to see his niece. He’d woken up in the morning to the smell of coffee, finding himself tucked under blankets. You’d come over when you saw that he was awake; brushed his hair out of his bleary eyes, said- “Good morning, sleepy head.”

He starts staying over a lot more after that, in your bed instead of the couch. Each time he wakes up next to you, wrapped around you, one of you half on top of the other—his chest fuckin’ aches. And still, his brain tells him to keep his thoughts to himself, to hold his feelings in his chest until the right moment. What’s the right moment? He asks himself. He never receives an answer.

It’s a torture he’s never experienced before and he doesn’t know what to fuckin’ do with himself. The first time you climb into his lap, tugging his jeans open, wrapping your perfect hands around his cock--all he can do is stare up at you, plush mouth hanging open, barely daring to breathe much less let the usual filth fall from his lips.

Because holy fuck, you’re so fuckin’ gorgeous, so perfect for him, and he’s pretty sure if he tries to say a single thing he’s going to let it slip. So he just yanks you close, biting at your lips, letting you swallow down his grunts and groans. He touches you everywhere--tries to let his hands do the talking for him.

He thinks he should probably tone down just how fervently he’s staring at you as he presses his thick fingers deep inside your pussy, but he has to see, has to know he’s making you feel good. “Tell me.” He manages to say, voice hoarse as he glances down to see your sticky wetness on his fingers before he pushes them back in, thumbing at your clit as he does so. “Tell me how it feels.”

You’re quiet but from your whimpers and whines, and Adam almost adds on a desperate please before you’re suddenly speaking, your words more of a babble as he works you. “F-Feels good, Adam, baby, feels so full. Can--can you--a little faster?”

A little faster? He can do that. He speeds up the motion on your clit, curling his fingers against that special spongy area inside as he pounds them in and out of you, brown eyes nearing black as he stares you down. “Like this?” he growls out, and instead of answering with words you let out a squeal, your hips jerking against him as your eyes roll back in your head.

Adam grins, breathless and feral. “Yeah. Like that, huh? Pretty girl.” The feeling of you cumming on three of his big fingers is enough to drag a long moan out of his chest; you’re so fuckin’ beautiful. “That’s it, doll, ride my fingers—good girl, so fuckin’ needy for me.”

You’re all clingy afterwards, clutching at him; he clutches right back, pressing his face into your shoulder, listening to you breathe. I love you, he thinks. I fuckin’ love you.

When you finally let him press his face between your legs one night, the words echo endlessly in his head. He’s lost in you, in the pressure of your thighs against his ears, your hands clutching at his shaggy hair, the way you clench so sweetly against his tongue. He rubs his face back and forth, smearing your slick all over himself greedily, sliding his nose up and down your clit. You let out an uninhibited, shuddering noise and he smirks, eagerly sucking at your folds.

He lets his eyes flick up to look at you, taking in the softness of your stomach, your heaving tits, the arch of your neck as you toss your head back against the pillows. He can’t see your face like this but he doesn’t fuckin’ care, not when he has the vision of you before him, your soft skin under his palms, the tangy sweetness of you in his mouth.

You cry out his name when you orgasm, your hips bucking against his face and Adam just goes along for the ride, using his hands to ease your frenetic movements. He spells it out with his tongue against your clit as you slowly come back down, blood rushing in his ears.

I - L - O - V - E - Y - O - U.

It’s a warm, early fall night when he fucks you for the first time, slow and deep, the bedroom windows cracked and letting in the nightly noise of the city. He doesn’t hear any of it--hears nothing but you and the sounds your bodies make together. There’s no rushing, no dirty words falling from his lips--there’ll be more than enough time for that later. Right now was about the slick slide of his cock in you, his eyes trained on yours, all wide like he’s surprised by this--shocked that any of its happening. In a way, he is.

Adam reaches out to settle a giant palm on your cheek, holding you, rubbing his nose against yours as he rolls his hips, muscles flexing under his skin as his back arches. He wants closer to you--closer, closer, and closer still--so he shuffles up the bed. It's a little awkward, but he doesn’t care, just as long as he can get deeper. You’ve got your knees hugging his hips, hands grabbing at his shoulder blades, making the prettiest noises in his ear. Adam, you say, and somehow his name has a thousand meanings in this moment. Adam, Adam, Adam.

Hearing it makes his toes curl up, makes him choke out a moan into your neck. “Fuck, I’m--I--” He fumbles for your face, breathing hot and heavy as he mouths over your skin to find your lips, kissing you sloppy to shut himself up. You’re clenching tight around his cock, a hand snuck down to rub quick little circles on your clit as you get close.

He doesn’t watch you as you cum this time, not when you’re pulling his own orgasm out of him, milking him for all he’s worth. He’s drenched in sweat, trembling as he sucks in shaky breaths. No thoughts fill his mind, head completely fuckin’ empty but for the pleasure humming through his veins.

You laugh afterwards, the two of you curled up together, Adam having collapsed to the side in an attempt not to crush you. He gives you a crooked grin of his own, sliding one big palm over your tummy, rubbing it as he slings a massive thigh over your legs. “Good?” He asks, wiggling his eyebrows suggestively as he starts to finger your belly button. You bat his hands away, calling him a fucking weirdo even as you lean in to capture his lips with yours. He nips at your bottom lip happily, smoothing his hand over your side, grabbing whatever part of you he can.

“Yeah,” he concedes, “-but I’m the fuckin’ weirdo you have custody of.” You smirk, and then you’re tugging on his shoulders, trying to haul him closer to you. You both need to shower--to clean up, probably drink some water, more than likely change the sheets. But maybe, he thinks to himself as he curls up half on top of you, nuzzling into your cheek--maybe it can wait for just a little longer.

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“Fuckin’—ow!”

“Adam, stop moving around—“

“Well stop pulling my fuckin’ hair!”

You sigh at him, crossing your arms over your chest and giving him a hard look in the mirror. Adam pouts, slumping on the stool he was sitting on; he knew he was being whiny but his scalp was fuckin’ sensitive!

“You’re the one who asked me to braid your hair, remember?” You point out, grabbing another elastic from the countertop. “You practically begged me.”

“I didn’t beg.” He huffs, making a face at you. You don’t move, and he chances a look at his watch—fuck, he was gonna be late if this took too much longer. “… Fine, I’m sorry, I’ll sit still. Promise.” He chews on his bottom lip, giving you his best puppy dog eyes; he’s heard they were pretty effective. He’s pleased when you finally step forward, reaching up to comb through his hair again, pulling it out of his face and plaiting it across the top of his head.

He’s landed an actual honest-to-fuck movie role. A little indie film, sure, but it was still another stepping stone in his career. He was beyond excited, was putting his all into it—and, apparently, since his character was a boxer, that meant doing early morning training followed by choreography.

It was fine, really. He was enjoying it, and he liked learning a new sport, liked feeling the burn in different muscles of his body. It wasn’t that he was out of shape, it was just fuckin’ intense. Some days absolutely kicked his ass but he was always eager to come back for more. His trainer, Beth, said she liked that about him. It gave Adam a sense of pride about what he was doing.

It’s just that his damn hair kept getting in the way. It would get all sweaty, sticking all over his skin, flying into his eyes at the most inopportune moments. He’d tried to put it up into a ponytail but that hadn’t lasted long at all. Finally last night, after days of his complaining, you’d told him he just needed to braid it. I don’t know how to do that shit, he’d said, and you’d snorted, and here the two of you were.

“M’gonna be late.” He warns, leg bouncing up and down, jittery. He’d been on time—early, even—to every single session so far, and he didn’t want to break that streak.

“You won’t be late,” you murmur, twisting the tiny elastic around the end of the braid, making him wince just a little—he shuts his eyes against the sting. They have to be tight or they won’t hold, you’d said. Your hands sweep his remaining loose hair behind his ears, combing your fingers through it as you give your work a once over.

“I think they’re okay. They shouldn’t fall apart, at least. No more hair getting in your eyes.” You scratch your nails lightly at the back of his neck, a silent apology for the strain on his scalp, before moving to rub the shells of his ears between your thumbs and forefingers. Adam makes a small, pleased noise at the sensations, leaning back into your chest. He wants to stay here like this, with you, but he knows he can’t.

“How do I look?” He questions, eyes still closed. Your hands slide down the sides of his neck to rest on his shoulders, squeezing gently. He feels when you press a soft kiss to the crown of his head.

“Cute.” You tell him, and he can hear the smile in your voice. “Very pretty.”

He opens his eyes to meet your gaze in the mirror, wrinkling up his nose. “Cute?” You nod, and he shakes his head. “I can’t look fuckin’ cute while I’m boxing!” You just shrug, as if to say ‘well, what am I supposed to do about it?’, and then start putting up your supplies. Adam wants to keep on teasing you, but instead he hauls himself to standing, heading into the living room to grab his boots.

You trail in after him as he’s shoving them on his feet and perch on the edge of the couch to watch him. He speaks as he ties the laces, hyper-aware of the time even though the subway was only a couple minute walk from your apartment. “I shouldn’t be home late. Probably be back before you, even.”

Home. It only half registers that he says it, that he refers to your place as his. He doesn’t have time to worry about it now; besides, you only nod at him, like he hadn’t said anything out of the ordinary. He hops up, heavy feet stomping across the floor as goes to grab his trusty backpack. When he passes you on the way to the front door he drops a gentle kiss to your mouth.

“Thanks for my hair.” He says as he slips his arms through the straps of the bag and proceeds to pat his pockets, making sure he had everything he needed.

“Wait!” You’re crying out suddenly, making him freeze in place, looking at you with wide eyes. He watches you rush over to the fridge, digging in it for a moment or two; he gives his watch another nervous glance.

“Kid, what the hell…?” Adam scratches at the back of his neck, bouncing on his toes, ready to get out the door. When you shut the fridge, you’ve got two tupperware containers and a red gatorade in your hands; you hurry over to him, a small smile on your face.

“Here.” You tug him around with surprising strength, maneuvering him until you can unzip his backpack and put the plastic boxes and drink into the large pocket. “I made you lunch and some snacks. Don’t worry, it’s all protein. I know you always pack water but I wanted you to have more than that.”

Adam whips back around the second he’s allowed, his chest feeling warm and fluttery. He steals another kiss, one large hand on your jaw, nudging his nose against your cheek. Knowing he has to keep it short he pulls away, brushing his thumb over your chin as he does so. He opens his mouth to say something, but doesn’t really know how to express what your actions mean to him. When had you even packed that? Last night, while he was asleep?

You give him a gentle smile, nuzzling your face into his palm. “You better get going. You’ll be late.”

Adam exhales. You always gave him an escape route, and he always fuckin’ took it. “Right, yeah. Okay.” He steps back, grabbing his jacket from the coat rack. “Have a good day.” He yanks open the front door; when you speak again, your words are rushed, clearly not wanting to keep him.

“You too! Oh, can you pick up some bread on your way home?

“What? Oh, bread—yeah, sure—“ He’s stepping through the door, mind already focused on the day ahead. His hand finds the doorknob by muscle memory— “Sounds good, I can do that, love you!”—and the door slams shut behind him. He takes the stairs two at a time, his long strides getting him to the subway station sooner than he thought.

It’s not until he’s two stops down, staring blankly out the window as he stands in the crowded subway car, that he realizes what he’s done. Dread settles in his gut, heavy like lead, and his stomach twists. Fuck. Fuck! How could he have done something so stupid?

He wipes his palms on his gym shorts, feeling like they’re all clammy. He’d said ‘I love you’, tossed it to you like it was nothing. It wasn’t nothing! Fuck, what if you didn’t feel the same way? What if he’d ruined everything—pressured you somehow? Jesus Christ, well, guess it was time for him to leave the country. Or at least, move across town. New York was big enough to hide in, right?

He makes his way to the gym in a daze, his chest feeling all tight with anxiety. Getting into his routine is a struggle, and it frustrates him even more. Beth finally tells him to just have at one of the punching bags for a little bit, which does help loosen him up. Adam thinks it’s a tad ironic that imagining punching himself makes him feel better.

It’s not until he’s lumbering to the bodega to grab the bread you asked for, body aching and sticky with sweat, that he remembers you aren’t supposed to be home yet. He could sneak in undetected, plan an escape, or at least formulate some sort of explanation for his morning mistake. Though, he’s pretty sure saying “it was an accident, like when you were a kid and called your teacher ‘mom’” to his girlfriend wouldn’t bode well.

He knows he’s probably overreacting, but he’s never fuckin’ felt like this about someone before! He thought he’d known what love was; he thought he’d been in love in his past relationships. But he’s always said the words too fast, threw himself head first into the deep end. And yeah, he had loved them, in a way—cared about them, wanted them to care for him, too. But this? The all-encompassing affection and support you gave him? Your acceptance of him? He’s never had this before.

He’s never had someone want him fully as he is. And he wanted you the same way, loved every fuckin’ inch of you. He doesn’t think he’ll ever get enough of you; wants you by his side, forever. He feels so much that it scares him. And the thought of you not feeling the same, of you not wanting what he did—of his confession of love being something one-sided.

Adam was fucking terrified.

But he can’t run away. He knows he can’t. He always did, and always came back when it was far too late—when people were done with him. He won’t do that with you.

So he takes the steps up to your apartment one by one, trudging slowly, the loaf of bread held to his chest as if it would protect him somehow. He fumbles with the key in the lock, finally pushing through the door and kicking it closed behind him. Looking up, he freezes, heart leaping into his throat. There you were, sat on the couch.

“… I thought you’d be at work,” he says after a moment, swallowing down the lump in his throat. He forces his body into movement, numbly going to put the bread on the countertop before setting down his backpack and removing the empty containers from his lunch. He can feel your eyes on him even if he isn’t looking at you; it makes him hunch his shoulders up to his ears.

“I had a meeting get canceled,” you inform him, voice holding on to a certain edge even while your tone is light. There’s silence, Adam trying to pretend like he’s busy in the kitchen even though it’s pretty obvious he isn’t. “Sackler.” There’s that stern-yet-fond tone he loves hearing so much, and it’s impossible for him to ignore you. He chances turning around, giving you what he hopes is a blank look.

“Will you please come here?” You’re practically batting your eyelashes at him at this point, and his brain is telling him that you’re definitely up to something. But then, you’re standing up, and he registers you’re wearing his favorite tiny tank top—and nothing else—and he finds his feet tripping over to you before he can help it.

“Fuck, kid, look at you.” He breathes, hands reaching out greedily to grab at your tits, the softness of your hips, your bare ass. You laugh, pushing him down onto the couch, pressing your hand between his legs as you lean in to kiss him. He groans, bucking his hips up, already impatient. Shit, it would be so easy to just slip down the waistband of his shorts, yank you down onto his cock—

“Thank you for getting the bread,” you murmur against his lips, leaning over him, one knee on the couch. Adam lets out a strangled sort of laugh.

“This is because I got bread?” he asks, incredulous. You nod, and he still doesn’t believe you, but fuck, fuck, fuck, you’re pulling his hand between your thighs and his fingers are delving on instinct. You’re wet. Wetter than you normally are starting out like this. He swallows hard as he finds your entrance, as three of his thick fingers slip in easily.

“Fuuuuuhhck,” he groans, dark eyes flicking up to meet your gaze, “-you dirty fuckin’ girl. Did you get yourself all ready for me? Too eager for my big cock to wait?” He can’t help the grin that spreads across his face as you whine, your hands tugging insistently at his shorts. He’s quick to help you pull them down along with his briefs, the both of you scrambling to be connected.

The second you slide down onto his cock he’s throwing his head back, thighs straining as he tries not to thrust into you with abandon. “Always so fuckin’ good,” he bites out, jaw clenched and voice all gravelly. His hands find your hips, fingers digging into your skin as he prepares to guide you at a punishing pace.

But then one of your hands is finding his face, angling him to look at you while your other hand balls itself in his shirt—and fuck, he hadn’t even had time to get his shirt off yet.

“Adam,” you say, all breathless, clenching around his cock in a way that has him grunting in response, almost fuckin’ shaking with need. You say his name again as you tug on his shirt, pulling the fabric up his chest. He reluctantly lets go of your hips in order to help get the offending garment off his torso, but then he’s right back to you, hands squeezing your ass.

“C’mon, baby, need you to move. Need to feel this tight fuckin’ pussy riding me.” His voice is little more than a growl, and he pulls you in to crash his lips to yours before you can respond. He’s overwhelmed, needy, previous anxiety forgotten—he forgot most things when you were so tight and warm and wet around him.

He plants his boot covered feet on the ground and thrusts upwards, a broken moan leaving his chest as you gasp into his mouth. You plant your hands on his shoulders and he thinks finally, you’re going to give him what he so badly needs. But then you’re pulling away from him, settling into his lap like you had all the time in the world, a little smirk on your face.

“We need to talk, Adam.”

He stares at you, gobsmacked; his cock does a little twitch inside of you, like it’s as confused as he is. “Talk? Now?” You nod, resolute, and Adam let’s out a long, hot breath through his nose. “What,” he bites out, palms kneading your ass; he thinks maybe his eye twitches, “—do we need to talk about?”

“Did you mean it this morning?” Your voice is all quiet as you run your fingertips over his french braids, then down to curl his loose hair behind his ears. “When you said you loved me?”

Adam’s mind—so singularly focused on fucking you—grinds to a complete halt. He gapes at you, unable to come up with any sort of excuse, any sort of witty counter to your question. It’s then that he realizes what you’ve done, you little fuckin’ minx—you’ve weaponized sex against him!

You fuckin’ knew he wouldn’t be able to think like this. Maybe he should be mad, but he knows--he knows this is exactly what he needs. So he closes his mouth, swallowing hard and sliding his hands from your ass to the small of your back, holding you close.

“Yes.” It’s shaky, falling from his lips. He tries to make his voice more firm. “I love you.” And then, just to double down on it: “I’m so in love with you it scares the shit outta me. I love fuckin’—everything about you. I never wanna love anyone else ever again, not if it's not you.”

His heart is beating wild in his chest, and the pervy little part of his brain wonders if you can feel it through his dick. You lean in and kiss him all slow, squeezing your perfect fuckin’ pussy around him, and his hands move further up your back to pull you into him. He feels unsteady, like he’s jumped off a precipice into the unknown. He’s dizzy with the relief of his confession, with the worry of your reaction even as you kiss him, with the feeling of such a tight, slick, heat around his cock.

“I love you, too.”

He almost misses it with the way you murmur it into the corner of his mouth and with his head spinning from overstimulation. He blinks at you, giving you those big brown eyes and his jaw works as his mind catches up to speed. You smile, dropping more kisses over his strong features, then laugh when he finally yanks his head back to stare at you, his breath catching in his chest.

“You love me.” It’s not a question, but more of a confirmation; him reassuring himself that what he’d heard was real. You nod, hands smoothing over his broad shoulders, down his biceps. His eyes search yours as his hips shift underneath you, making you sigh happily. Something in him snaps.

He re-positions his feet on the floor, one of his hands gripping your hip and the other wrapped around the back of your neck. Your eyes widen, and you have a split second to balance yourself against his chest before he’s snapping his hips up, fucking into you at a frantic pace. The gasp you make is music to his fuckin’ ears.

“Say it again.” He growls at you, gaze drifting over your body, watching the way your tits bounce with his thrusts. “Say it.”

“I love you.”

Your words make him moan, and he doesn’t care how ridiculous he sounds. “Again,” he demands, voice ragged, and you obey—you say it over and over again until his mind is filled with it, the words a soothing balm for all his insecurities. You cry out, trembling in his lap, his cock deep inside you, and Adam is overcome.

He holds you there, the hand on your neck moving between your legs to rub quick circles on your clit. “I fuckin’ love you too, goddamn, this tight little pussy. You gonna cum for me? Cum all over my big fuckin’ cock?” He’s panting, staring you down, not letting you look away. “Fuckin’—say it when you cum. Please—please.”

You nod quickly, mouth hanging open, squirming so deliciously on his cock as your cunt gets tighter and tighter around him. He isn’t sure he’s even breathing, fingers moving desperately as you sob out his name, hips jerking in his lap. Your hands clutch at him, fingers raking at his chest as you chant I love you, I love you, the words all broken by your cries and whines. It’s fuckin’ beautiful.

“Fuuuuhhhhck.” Adam groans between gritted teeth, eyes rolling back in his head as your pussy squeezes his cock like it’s trying to milk him, like it’s begging for all his fuckin’ cum. He lets out loud, feral, shuddering breaths, trying to hold back—he isn’t done with you yet. “Oh, you feel so fuckin’ good, jeeeezus.” His words sound all strangled, and he has just the smallest bit of sense to wrap his arms around you when you slump into his chest.

Your breaths are short little pants against his neck, and he closes his eyes, savoring the feeling of them—of you in general, the weight of you on top of him, your sticky skin against his, your body heat. “I love you.” He croaks out, saying it again just because he can. You hum in response, nuzzling your face closer; it makes him smile.

He trails the pads of his fingers down your spine and then back up, feeling the texture of your skin. You were his. His to touch, to kiss, to hold, to love.

He was yours.

It’s a heady, hopeful thought that tastes like the future.

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mp100fanworkstranslation · 3 years

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Reigen gets a Smart Phone

Reigen thinks: When did they all switch to smart phones?

So does that mean I’m the only one still using a flip phone?

No... No that cant be, the main purpose of a cell phone is to communicate. In that respect, it does great. More functions are not necessarily useful. Most of it is just entertainment and pointless frills.

The battery drains faster, the screen is a lot easier to break and they’re more expensive.

Haaaaa!! Check it out Losers! Six super rares! Told you I’d get ‘em!

Serizawa: WHOAA!! Ekubo Senpai, you’re amazing! That’s so much grinding, I’m not even close.....

Mob: My mom won’t let me to play on the phone at night, so I never get the chance to grind.

Ekubo: HAHAHAHA That kind of skill is difference between you ordinary people and gods like me! um... not including shigeo’s ???% form that is....

Reigen: Um.... Guys?

Reigen: Aren’t you guys spending too much time playing phone games at work?

Serizawa: Ah! I... I’m sorry.

Mob: But isn’t this our lunch break?

Ekubo: HAHAHAHAHA What, you guys can’t tell? Reigen’s just jealous cuz he doesn't have a smart phone.

Reigen backpedaling: I’m just curious is all. Why did you guys all decide to switch to smart phones all of a sudden?

Serizawa: The GPS app is really helpful, now that I’m no longer at home all the time. The other apps are really useful for work and school.

Mob: My mom got it for me after I did well on midterms.

Ekubo: How should I know. It came with the body.

Some time later, Reigen is outside the phone store looking at the ads.

The phones are free. The plans range from 90 to 100 dollars monthly.

Reigen: It’s almost a hundred dollars a month! Several times more expensive than my flip phone.

This is a money sink that’s not going to contribute meaningfully to my life.

Ugh.. when I really think about it, I don’t need a phone with so many functions. The phone I’ve got now is by no means old, and I’m pretty used to it.

Reigen: I can’t get carried away by vanity. I don’t blindly mirror the choices of others, that’s not who I am and how I want to live.

Little girl: Mom, that basic guy has one of those basic phones.

Mom: Shh! Not out loud! ------

Cashier: Thank you for the purchase!

-Later at Reigen’s apartment-

So this is the cutting edge of communications technology... It feels like opening a treasure chest. - as he opens the box -

WOOOOOW!!

Ah! so this is the user manual. I see... I see. What was the game they were playing?

Found it! Ooooooo! My avatar looks so cool.

Hahaha found Ekubo! What a fitting avatar for an evil spirit!

Ah! Mob’s avatar is adorable. Aww he’s going to sleep now.

-The next morning-

Ugghghhhh can’t keep grinding....

You can’t get past any of the bosses without seriously strong upgrades.

-Gets up stiffly-

Okay time to spin for the powerup bonus.

-He taps to draw a new powerup.-

.....................

NO RARES, ARE YOU KIDDING ME?!?!

-throws phone- -nervously catches it again-

No gems left, no gold left.... is making an in game purchase the only way to get more draws?

No wait Arataka, it’s just an app game... be reasonable!

Calm down... think about this...

-LIMITED TIME ONLY! 100% CHANCE OF RARE ITEM-

Reigen taps “buy” and there is a cash register sound effect.

As the scene zooms out, the sound effect rings several more times. (ie, he makes a bunch more in-app purchases)

Mob: Master’s been working really hard recently. He didn’t even take a lunch break today.

Serizawa: Did something happen?

GODDAMMMMIT I maxed out my funds on in-app purchases. Have to take on more jobs to make up for it.

--For the first time in his life, Reigen Arataka realized the terrifying allure of escapism.--

I’m switching back to my flip phone.

By Tamadango

This is one of my absolute favorite comics. It’s got everything I love about ALL of the characters.

- The spirits and such team just hanging out around the office, not doing any work, just casually sharing something they all enjoy.

- Ekubo having to be THE BEST... Canonically he refers to himself as Ore-sama or “本大人” which is more accurately translated as “Your Majesty, I....” He is clearly better than everyone else and he needs to show it at even trivial things like a phone game.

-Ekubo possessing his host to play for hours and hours just so he can one up his FRIENDS (two of the most powerful psychics in the world)...and justify them as “followers” with “much to learn”.

- Mob is the most powerful esper in the world and can flatten cities effortlessly, The three adults treat him as an equal, and Serizawa even treats him as a superior. Yet he’s still a kid that needs boundaries. His MOM bought him the phone as a reward for good grades and takes it away at night.

- Serizawa stopped being a shut in and his GPS app is allowing him the independence to be out and about for the first time in his life. His smartphone gives him the agency to start living on his own terms, just as Reigen’s flip phone allows him to stay focused on what’s important to him.

- Reigen for all his sweaty conman disasterness is a dilligent, organized, autodidact, that started his own successful business at 25. He doesn’t play games, he’s constantly working on his business, and he understands and is proud of how offbeat and uncommon that is....but he’s not beyond moments of insecurity driven impulsiveness. It’s incredibly consistantly depicted, him being a spoilsport about the game, buying the phone, but also throwing it when he doesn’t get the in game item he wants.

- Reigen isn’t someone that does a half assed job. He gives 110% even on jobs he’s not being paid....so it makes perfect sense that he can’t seem to stop himself from becoming overly dedicated to a phone game.

-But lastly, some culture/language meta. The characters and series is japanese, the artist that drew this comic is chinese, and it’s being translated into english by an american. The little girl at the phone store says “Mom, that basic guy has one of those basic phones.” what she really says, is “Mom look that guy has a flip phone, it’s so provincial/rural.”

China has this interesting divide between the urban and rural population. Where people living in cities view people out in the countryside as dumb rednecks that are decades behind in education, technology, social norms...etc. This is not true, but saying that someone is from the countryside is a massive insult. No one wants to be seen that way.

English lacks this divide between urban vs rural, and the only word that fits even a little is “basic.”

So even if this is a fanart for a japanese series, the context of that line can really only be understood in chinese, and there’s no word that really comes close to that idea in english. From a translation standpoint I find that really interesting, when media hops countries it loses, but also gains things.

God I love this comic so much

#ekubo #serizawa katsuya #shigeo kageyama #reigen arataka #mob psycho 100 #mp100

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mizunetzu · 4 years

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I just skipped school and binge read all of your fanfics- They’re really good gRRRRrrr 🥺🥺 Keep up the good work!! That being said- Can I request a fluffy Hawks x male reader where the reader has a cold and is stuck in bed and Hawks takes care of him? Thank you vv much!!!

HAHHAHA WHY IS ALL MY HAWKS REQUESTS ALWAYS FLUFF (I mean ur like my second one but it’s still flufF) (and not that this wasn’t fun to write cuz it was HAAHA I’m lowkey proud)

(Also gRRRRur so nice but GO TO SCHOOL >:( BARK BARKK BAEKR)

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Hawks x reader - The Sick Fic

⚠️warnings - it’s as the title says. It’s the sick fic.

Pronouns - male, he/him

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(Y/n) coughed up sticky red blood.

“Y-yeah, no. I don’t think I can patrol today, Yusha-san. The villain from yesterday activated their quirk on me-and I’m feeling a bit sick.”

Yusha, the secretary to the (L/n) hero agency, typed something down on his computer. “Is it something we should be concerned about?”

“No.” (Y/n) croaked out with a chuckle. “Their quirk isn’t really dangerous, but it did make me a bit sick. It’ll pass, don’t worry.”

“Ok. I’ll send in one of your sidekicks to patrol with Hawks-san today.” More typing from across the phone. (Y/n) pursed his lips.

“U-uh,”

“Don’t worry. I’m sending a male sidekick.” Yusha practically read his mind. (Y/n) didn’t want any stupid girls hitting on his stupid, popular, pro-hero patrol buddy boyfriend.

“Thank you, Yusha-san.”

“It’s nothing. Get some rest, (H/n). We expect you to show up tomorrow.” Yusha ended up before (Y/n) could even say goodbye. He lazily dropped his phone onto his bedside table, burying himself under his bedsheets as best as he could. Just as he was getting comfy, the urge to cough up more blood kicked him in the stomach.

He flung himself over his bed, practically shoving his head into the small waste bin under his bedside table. He wiped his mouth with his forearm after hacking up more blood, his head suddenly feeling hazy and jumbled.

He groaned, and got under the bedsheets once more. The world seemed to be against him today, as another distraction forced him out from his beauty sleep.

His phone buzzed once. Twice. Then the annoying, overlapping ring of multiple messages being spammed buzzed out his phone, making (Y/n) cover his ears with his pillow.

Annoyed, he patted around the side table til’ his hand landed on his phone, pulling it towards him and under the sheets.

‘Keigo 🍗 - where r u :(‘

‘Keigo 🍗 - who’s this...rando dude patrolling wit me :(((‘

‘Keigo 🍗 - r u asleep or smth’

‘Keigo 🍗 - wake up ur late to patrol and I need my yakitori addiction funded today’

‘Keigo 🍗 - DUDE’

‘Keigo 🍗 - BBBBBBBBBB’

‘Keigo 🍗 - IM NOT GONNA STOP SPAMMING U TILL U ANSWER ME OR SHOW UP AN PATROL WITH ME >:(((‘

(Y/n) sighed. He opened the messages, meaning that Keigo would get the ‘message read’ notification, but he couldn’t care less. Tossing the phone lazily on the table, he muted the messages app.

———

(Y/n) stirred in his sleep when he heard tapping on his bedroom window. (Y/n) opened his sticky eyes, barely open enough to see a blurry red object tapping against the glass frame. Eventually, the object halted, gave up, and swooped down and out of sight. He shrugged.

Just as he closed his eyes, more pelting came from the window, this time louder and heavier. (Y/n) snapped his eyes open, flinging himself out of bed, and getting ready to activate his quirk.

He visibly relaxed when he saw the huge red wings tapping outside the window, with a certain hero crouching down, looking at him sheepishly and trying to pick open the window lock. The man waved with an embarrassed smile, his feathers following suit.

“Keigo Takami. What the fuck are you doing in my house.”

The man, Keigo Takami, chuckled awkwardly while (y/n) undid the clasps on his window. He stepped back, allowing him to worm his way in through the small window.

Keigo paused, half way squeezed in with his wings stuck in the cramped window frame. He was stuck. “Y...you need to buy a bigger window-“

“Are you dumb?” (Y/n) chuckled, the sight of Pro Hero Hawks, man who could pull absolute pussy, bent over his bedroom window, stuck with his wings awkwardly fluttering in place. “Just, I don’t know, send your feathers off until they’re small enough to fit you in.”

Keigo had a wave of realization. This man had no braincells whatsoever. “...oh, haha, you’re so smart~”

One by one, feathers jutted out from his back, each floating either inside (Y/n’s) room or outside the window. Once all of them were off, and his back were relatively empty, he tumbled ever-so-gracefully inside the room. He stood up, his wings rebuilding themselves in seconds, and did an awful curtsy.

“Thank you, thank you, I’ll be here all day to take care of my sick patrol partner who do happens to be my boyfriend,”

“Speaking of patrol -what happened to patrol? A-and the dude you should be patrolling with? You should be out by n-“

A sharp, piercing pain shot through (Y/n’s) head. Now that the adrenaline from Hawks pounding on his window was subsiding, he seemed to remember how much his head was hurting.

He fumbled down, catching himself on the foot of his bed while Keigo lurched forward. “You good?” He mumbled, taking off his black wool glove.

He rested the back of his palm on (Y/n’s) forehead, before signing uncontently and replacing his hand with his lips. Even if he was burning up, (Y/n) froze.

After a while, Keigo drew his head back. “You’re burning up...”

Silence. Hawks awkwardly chuckled and played it off by running his hand through his hair.

“Lips are more sensitive than hands are-so I was just...you need to get to bed!” Keigo quickly stood up, gently ushering the sick hero to his bed. Pulling up the thick-set covers, Keigo hazily tosses his jacket to the corner and discarded his other glove.

“Try and get some rest. Did that dude’s quirk from yesterday do this?” He got a nod in response. “Alright. I’m gonna go change and get you some shit.”

With that and a warm smile, Keigo disappeared through the bedroom door. (Y/n) followed him with his eyes, right before he was out of sight, then let his eyes droop close.

———

“Pssst.”

A finger poked at (Y/n’s) cheek. He grumbled, furrowing his brows and keeping his eyes screwed shut. He heard a sigh from somewhere above him.

Something feathery tickled him from underneath his nose. He scrunched his nose up, expecting the odd feeling to go away, before feeling a sneeze build up. The watery feeling course through his nose before his head shot up every-so-slightly to let out a weak “Achoo!”

Keigo snickered. (Y/n) finally opened his eyes. Keigo was sitting beside him, now in casual clothes, holding a convince store bag and a red feather. The feather flew out of his hand and stuck itself on his back.

“Sorry I was out for so long. You didn’t have jack shit in your house, so I bought some medicine and takeout since I know you won’t eat soup and I can’t cook.”

It was true. The only thing Pro Hero Hawks is allowed to do is heat up a hotdog, and even then he might break the microwave. And (Y/n) won’t eat soup he made if his life depended on it. If he can’t even turn on the stove, what makes you think that he’d drink a whole bowl of soup made by him and not die?

“Whad’ja get?” (Y/n’s) voice came out more gravely and deep than he expected. Under different circumstances, that would’ve been kinda hot. Keigo pulled out things one by one from the bag.

“Ok so, I got painkillers, a cooling pack, a heating pad just in case your stomach starts hurting, a thermometer, and I found these cool matching red bird keychains and I bought them on impulse. One for you and one for me~ I also bought 2 beef bowls”

Keigo layed all the items down either on the bed or on the table beside it, holding up the keychains last. Shaking them around a bit, turns out there was a small bell inside both of them. (Y/n) tried, and failed, to hide his growing smile.

Keigo placed the cooling pack on (Y/n’s) previously burning forehead. The sudden coldness forced an involuntary groan from the bed sick male. He chuckled.

“Sorry. Deal with that for awhile and I’ll feed you~” Hawks saddled up in the spot next to him, holding the two plastic bowls and worming his way underneath the covers. He placed the food down on his lap and switched on the tv.

They sat in silence, the only thing being the sounds of the tv filling the room with the occasional reaction or snicker from the two. Keigo alternated between shoveling a forkful of rice and beef into his mouth, then feeding his boyfriend and carefully making sure none spilled onto his bed. The news reporter droned on onscreen, their voice being tuned out by the two hero’s.

“By the way, Keigo,” (Y/n) started, once he swallowed his food. Keigo gave a hum of acknowledgment, holding up a finger to (y/n), then to his mouth until he finished chewing. Thickly swallowing, Keigo hummed again.

“You were supposed to patrol today. With one of my sidekicks. What happened to that?”

Keigo looked at (Y/n), before looking back at the tv so causally. For a while he said nothing, until he opened his mouth.

“I ditched.”

(Y/n) made a sputtering noise. His shock turned into a long string of hacks and coughs, which Keigo waited ever-so-patiently for him to calm down from. “You ditched?! Keigo, you’re the no. 2 hero! You can’t be caught ditching!”

“Relaaaaax,” Keigo leaned farther into the bed cushions. “I told my agency and your stupid sidekick man that I was gonna check on you. It was a valid excuse.”

“Still!” (Y/n) rubbed at his temples. Hawks shoveled another forkful of food into his mouth. “You’re sitting here watching tv with me instead of working!”

“I needed a break. Plus,” Keigo held up his unfinished bowl of food defensively.

“I can’t believe you.”

“I love you too~”

(Y/n) sighed.

“I hope you get sick.” Hawks chuckled, saying something about being immune to all sicknesses.

Needless to say, (y/n) was patrolling with one of Keigos sidekicks the next day.

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agustdakasuga · 4 years

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You Never Walk Alone | Chapter 8

Genre: Werewolf!AU, Poly!AU?, Mate!AU, romance, fluff

Pairing: OT7 x Reader

Characters: Student!reader, Omega!Seokjin, Alpha!Yoongi, Beta!Hoseok, Alpha!Namjoon, Omega!Jimin, Beta!Taehyung, Alpha!Jungkook

Summary: You live a quiet life in your late grandfather’s cabin in the woods. You go to school just to graduate and get your diploma, not to make friends or stand out from the crowd. That was until one day, you enter your home to see a pack of wolves that need shelter.

As you spend more time with the boys and start to understand each other more, your feelings make you impulsive with your actions. But the boys are afraid that they may have to tell you the truth sooner than they expected.

Chapter warning(s): Reader is called degrading names by bullies, slight violence. Please read at your own discretion.

After that afternoon spent with Suga, you felt like you understood the male a lot more than you think you did. The boys all had their unique personalities that just naturally drew people in. You hummed as you headed down the path to go to the bus stop.

“(y/n)! (y/n)! Save me!” J-Hope ran to you.

“Huh?” You blinked, turning to see the boy running towards you. He immediately ducked behind you, grabbing you to shield him.

“Jungkookie!” J-Hope pointed to the muscular boy with a bunny smile running towards you. He chased J-hope around you, succeeding in jumping on his back to tackle him. J-hope choked.

“Be careful.” RM grabbed your wrist, pulling you away from the two boys that were about to knock you down with their playing.

“Thank you.” You smiled gratefully and he patted your head.

“Seokjin, here. Thanks again for lending it to me.” You took his washed denim jacket out of your bag and handed it to him. He smiled and nodded his head, receiving the folded clothing and putting it into his own backpack. The others looked on at the exchange, even the two that were roughhousing also stopped, to see what was going on.

“I washed it! Don’t worry.” You added.

“It’s alright, (y/n). Thanks.” He chuckled. Meanwhile, you didn’t know that the wolves were having a mental interrogation with their oldest.

“What the hell was that?!” V growled.

“I lent her my jacket and forgot to take it back. So she is returning it to me now. That’s it.” Seokjin scoffed.

“Yeah, hyung. You just casually forgot to take your jacket back from her. So she could wash it and it would smell like her. You sneak! We know what you’re up to!” Jungkook accused.

“You guys are crazy. If you want, maybe try winning the next time we play rock, paper, scissors.” Seokjin teased and the others all growled at him.

“Guys? The bus is here.” Your voice pulled them out of their trance. They shook their heads to break the mind link and nodded, following you up the bus. All of you tapped your cards and took your seats. Jimin took the seat beside you while the rest were kind of spread out.

“So, what did you do during your weekend?” Jimin asked.

“Well, Sunday was spent doing chores and cleaning the house. I worked on Saturday then studied a bit.” You cast a glance over to Suga, who was just staring outside the window.

“What did you guys do?”

“Not much. We stayed in the house as we normally do.” Jimin chuckled.

“Wow, Chim. Way to make us sound like lazy people that just lie around and do nothing.” Suga scowled. Of course, he was hearing the conversation. Everyone else was.

“That’s good. Rest is the most important.” You giggled. When the bus stopped, the boys let you get off first.

Ever since you started being around the boys, the other students stopped messing with you so much, except Kira. The male students that would disturb you stopped, afraid of the wrath from the 7 boys. Kira and her team of girls were just jealous that the 7 boys decided to hang around you instead of them. She prided herself as being the prettiest in school.

“Slut.” Kira rolled her eyes as she watched you enter with the others. You ignored her remarks.

“Someone needs to put that girl in her place.” Jungkook frowned.

“(y/n) wouldn’t like that. We should think of her feelings first.” Jimin stopped the younger alpha from acting irrationally. After what happened last time, the boys made sure to follow you to your locker.

“Are you working today?” J-Hope asked.

“Yeah. But I’m not working tomorrow so I may bake. You guys can come over, if you’d like.” You said as you arranged your locker.

“We would love to.” RM smiled.

“Awesome.” You returned the gesture and shut your locker. When you all entered class, the other students still stared at you like they usually do. As someone they viewed as the ‘loser’ and ‘forever alone’, they all wondered how you got the attention of the 7 new students so easily.

“Does the staring creep you out?” V leaned in to whisper to you.

“Used to. But not anymore. I don’t care.” You shook your head with a chuckle. V smiled fondly at you.

Soon, the conversation was cut when the teacher came in and you focused on the board. The mid year tests were coming up and you wanted to make sure that you had all the resources that you needed.

“Do you have the exam schedule?” V asked.

“I do.” You took your planner out and flipped to the page with all the highlighted dates, sliding it to him.

“Hmm, thanks.” He closed it, handing it back to you. You nodded and put it under your pencil case. V felt like he could watch you study forever. The way you would frown slightly when a problem was too hard or how you would chew on your bottom lip when you were focused. It was the little gestures like these that he found so adorable.

“Class dismissed.” The teacher left when it was lunch time. The boys followed you to the place out back. That had become a regular place for all of you to just talk while you enjoyed your lunches alone.

“Oh, hey. I hope you don’t mind sharing the space.” You froze when you saw Kira and her friends there, in your exact spot, under the tree.

“What...?” Suga frowned.

“Come join us, oppas.” Kira smiled and waved.

“We’re not your oppas. Stop don’t call us that.” Seokjin crossed his arms. You turned around and walked away while the boys were too busy glaring holes into Kira’s head.

“That’s not cool.” Jungkook shook his head. Kira shrugged and sat back down. She turned to her friend and smirked.

“Wait, where’s (y/n)?” Jimin asked. The 7 boys turned around to find you missing. All 7 of them could feel a faint ache in their chest. They knew that it came from you, you were feeling upset. RM grabbed his pack and pulled them away. They had to find you.

You walked through the book shelves. Your uneaten lunch still in your lunch box. After what happened with Kira, you just didn’t have the appetite to eat anymore. You let out a sigh, that girl seriously needed something else to do.

“Hey, new book.” You smiled and grabbed the book down from the shelf. Turning it over, you read the back.

“That’s a good one. You should borrow it.” Someone spoke from beside you, making you jump.

“We were looking for you.” RM whispered. You nodded your head and tucked the book under your arm with the intention of borrowing it on the way out later.

“Sorry about just leaving like that. I just wasn’t in the mood to fight Kira. Anyway, I over reacted. It’s just a lunch place, nothing special. She can have it.” You shook your head. RM surprised you by holding your chin, lifting your head up to face him. You blushed at the contact. His eyes were filled with warmth and understanding.

“You didn’t over react. It’s alright.” He assured.

“It’s just... that has been my quiet place since I’ve come to this school. It’s the only place that I don’t need to deal with students trying to make me their joke.” You sighed.

“I understand.” He let go of your chin and stroke your head. You felt your heart pound against your chest at the contact.

“Thank you, RM.” You smiled.

“I found her. She’s okay.” RM told his brothers.

“Where are you guys? We’re coming!” V asked. For once, RM decided to ignore his brothers, him wanting to spend some alone time with you, talking about things the both of you enjoyed. Books.

“Namjoon! Don’t ignore us!” Seokjin came through.

“He’s hogging her!” J-Hope accused. RM decided to just block his brothers. If they really wanted to find him, they would have tried to track his scent. Besides, the school isn’t that big. He followed you to one of the tables in a corner to sit down. RM took the seat opposite you.

“I know this author but I haven’t read this book. I think the library just brought this one in.” You patted the cover of the book.

“I have all his books. I can lend it to you, if you’d like.” RM offered.

“Really? That would be so cool. I’m guessing you’re the bookworm of the family?” You giggled.

“That, I am. The others don’t really take to reading much. Maybe J-Hope, sometimes? He accompanies me. But most of the books in our home library was bought and collected by me.” He explained.

“Wow.” RM loved the way your eyes sparkled and lit up. When the bell rang, you and RM left the library. But you didn’t borrow the book as RM insisted that he could just lend you the book instead and you wouldn’t have to worry about returning it by the due date.

“I’m sorry you didn’t get to eat because of me.” You frowned.

“It’s not your fault. Don’t apologise, (y/n). I actually enjoyed just hanging out with you in the library.” He confessed.

“I did too.” You smiled.

When you all went into the classroom, you noticed the other 6 boys staring at all of you. You blinked at them and just sat down. Even when you pulled your chair in, V was still staring at you. You cleared your throat awkwardly.

“Y-Yes?”

“So what did you and RM hyung do?” He asked. You nearly choked at his almost accusatory tone. It was almost as if he was implying that you and RM did something scandalous.

“You heard me.” V placed his face close to yours.

“W-We went to t-the library.” You stuttered and gulped. He drew back, sending you an unconvinced look.

“Kim Taehyung. What are you doing to her?!” RM growled.

“Making sure you didn’t feel her up!” V replied, turning to send a glare to the older. When the teacher came back in, you coughed and adjusted your collar, fanning your heated cheeks. You didn’t know what you were so nervous about. The fact that V had his face so close to yours or that he was accusing you of doing something with RM.

When school ended, you were still feeling flustered so you quickly packed up your things and sped off without a goodbye. The boys were all dumbfounded, sending V a glare.

“You did that.” Jin frowned.

“How is that my fault?” V raised his hands.

“You interrogated her and made her feel uncomfortable. We all have to share her, you know? If Namjoon wants to spend time alone with her. He can.” J-Hope lightly hit his brother’s shoulder.

“I’m going to take a walk. You guys go ahead.” V shoved his hands into his pockets and left. He walked around, kicking stones and keeping his head down. Letting out a frustrated sigh, he ran his hands through his hair. His wolf was just feeling so impatient and wanted you to be with them now.

Taehyung also felt bad that he was lying to you. He wanted you to know the truth about everything.

“Apologise to (y/n), Tae.” Jimin told him.

“I know, I will.” Taehyung didn’t know where you worked so he went home to change and put his bag down before heading over to your house. He sat on the log by your front yard to wait for your return.

Taehyung didn’t know that he fell asleep until he heard a gasp, followed by a growl. Turning around, he saw you backing away in fear. You haven’t seemed to notice him yet so he ducked behind a bush to shift into his wolf form. He leapt in front of him.

“T-Taehyung?!” You cried out in relief and fear for your beloved wolf.

*growl*

“Be careful, Tae.” You cautioned. The dark wolf had flashing red eyes as he bared his canines at Taehyung, his back hunched in defence. Taehyung lunged himself at the wolf and they tumbled around. You screamed.

“Taehyung!” You gasped.

“You stay away from her.” Taehyung snapped his jaws at the stranger. You ran into your house, trying to find whatever thing you could to try and help Taehyung. You saw your grandfather’s baseball bat and grabbed it, running back out. It was hard to see in the dark but when you saw the stranger nailing Taehyung down, you took the opportunity to swing.

The wolf let out a yelp as he fell off, giving Taehyung the chance bite into the wolf’s neck, but not enough to kill him. He quickly took off.

“(y/n).” Taehyung turned to you. He would have chased after that intruder but his priority was you.

“T-Tae...” Your legs were wobbly as the bat fell from your hands, hitting the floor. As your vision blurred and you fell to the ground, Taehyung quickly shifted back and caught you in his arms.

“Hyungs, Jungkook.” Taehyung whimpered as he held an unconscious you in his arms. As he waited for the others to come, he brought you into the house.

“Tae.” He heard Namjoon’s voice as he tucked you into bed.

“There was an intruder. His scent is everywhere. I got him in the neck but he ran off.” Taehyung shifted back into a wolf as he joined his pack. The 7 wolves sniffed the ground, indeed, it was the same scent as before. The same one they found while taking a walk.

“Is she hurt?”

“No. She was scared though. She managed to hit it with her bat.” Taehyung used his snout to point at the wooden bat that was left on the dirt.

“Even in fear, she’s still merciless.” Suga snorted.

“Taehyung!” You gasped as you woke up. Quickly, you ran downstairs and burst out the front door to see the 7 boys sitting in the yard, no wolves in sight. They all turned their attention to you.

“You’re awake.” Jimin approached you first. You nodded your head.

“What happened?” You asked.

“V was coming over and saw you passed out on the ground. We carried you back into your house. Are you feeling okay? Light headed or anything?” RM stroked your head. You shook your head, frowning slightly. Had everything just been a dream? But it felt so real. Seeing the look on your face, the boys all shot each other a look.

“Sorry, we didn’t know if we should have brought you to a doctor instead but we felt it wasn’t a good idea for you to go to school.” Jungkook said.

“No, don’t apologise. I should be the sorry one. You guys skipped school because of me.” You scratched your head.

“Don’t sweat it. School’s boring anyway.” J-Hope yawned.

“Thanks, V.” You smiled at the male. He nodded his head and sent you a boxy smile. You were still feeling a little disorientated. You looked down at your hands. Were you really almost attacked last night? Did you or did you not use a bat to beat a fierce wolf last night?

“You should rest more, (y/n). You still look a little shaky.” Seokjin put his arm around you and led you into the house.

“Wait, come over for tea later.” You turned to tell the other boys. They nodded their heads, sending you a thumbs up. Seokjin walked you up the stairs and followed you into the room.

“Everything that happened last night felt so real.” You said.

“What?” Seokjin asked. You shook your head as you laid down and he tucked you in.

“You shouldn’t overwork yourself, (y/n). That’s probably why you passed out. Your health is important. Luckily V found you before anything serious could have happened.” Seokjin sent you a soft smile. You nodded your head.

“I’ll see you later.” He squeezed your hand and left, closing the door behind him. Once he shut the front door behind him, the boys went back to their house.

“Ready?” Namjoon looked at the others.

“Yes.” They all shifted, taking off into the forest. They were going to find that intruder and find out what was his intention with you.

“It’s almost 3. Where are the others?” Namjoon asked Jimin, as he adjusted the watch around his wrist. He realised that it was only him, Jin and Jimin in the living room, ready to go. The two being omegas, they don’t really deal with whatever the alphas and the betas have to do, which was kind of a win situation for them in this case.

“Getting ready. They just came out of the basement.” The smaller replied.

“Guys, we need to go.” Namjoon called. The 4 other wolves came down the stairs, all freshened up and dressed.

“We’ll get back to that later. We wouldn’t want to be late.” He told them and they nodded in agreement. Wearing their shoes, they locked the door and made their way to yours.

“Smell that?” Jungkook asked. They didn’t even need to enter the house to smell what you were baking for their visit. The aroma of butter, chocolate and vanilla filled the air that surrounded the house.

*KNOCK KNOCK*

“Coming~” You replied. The smell only intensified when you opened the door for them. The boys nearly drooled at the sugary scent that mixed with yours. With a welcoming smile, you stepped aside for them to enter. They went to sit in the living room.

“I’ll be done in a second!” You went back to the kitchen. Looking back at how the boys were sitting, it was like you were looking at the wolves.

“Take your time.” J-Hope smiled at you.

“Are you making cookies?!” Jungkook appeared behind you, making you jump and almost drop the plate. But he was quick enough to catch it, wrapping an arm around your waist to support you as well.

“JEON JUNGKOOK!” The elders tensed.

“Are you okay?” He asked lowly. You nodded your head and he grinned, letting you go.

“You scared me.” You put a hand on your chest as you sighed. Jungkook placed the plate down on the counter next to you. Picking up a cookie, you handed it to him to at least satiate him a little. He made sounds of happiness and he ran out of the kitchen to show off to his hyungs that he managed to get a treat from you.

*He’s just like Kookie. Always wanted a treat before dinner.* You thought fondly, a soft smile on your face.

“Here. I’m not sure what you guys would prefer so I made an assortment of cakes and cookies. Can I get anything you guys anything to drink?” You placed the plates down.

“I’ll help.” Suga stood up.

“No, it’s fine. You already served me at your house, it’s my turn now.” You turned down with a small smile and he nodded, sitting back down.

“I’ll have an iced americano.” He ordered. The rest all ordered their own coffee preferences as well, except V, who wanted fruit tea. You made all their orders for them, laying it out on the table as you took a seat on the ground, beside V and J-Hope.

“This is good!” Jungkook said, his mouth stuffed with cake.

“I’m glad you like it. Slow down, Kookie.” You reached out to dust off the crumbs from his face. But quickly, retracted your hand.

“I’m so sorry! I don’t know what’s gotten into me recently. That was totally uncalled for. I mean, Jungkook.” You shook your head. You mentally scolded yourself for thinking it was the wolf, Kookie.

“At least she remembers.” Jungkook thought with a loving smile.

“Don’t worry, (y/n). I’m glad you’re comfortable around us. And you can call me Kookie if you’d like.” He assured.

“No, it’s okay. Kookie was just... the name of someone who was important to me so I mistook your name for it. That’s all.” Your tried to act chill and brush it off. The boys all softened as you said that the wolves were important beings in your life and you wouldn’t want to give their names to anyone else. It just proved how much love you had for them.

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tsuu-mikii · 3 years

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glued

chapter two

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You spent the next two days avoiding Eren. You knew it was childish, but you were scared of saying something stupid and impulsive. You knew you couldn’t keep it up forever, though. The two of you shared an Oceanography class that took up your general education science requirement. The two of you had picked it together, wanting to share at least one class despite your different majors. You weren’t sure if that was a blessing or a curse now.

As you prepared to leave the room, a sudden knock at the door ripped you from your thoughts. You turned to Sasha, who’d just returned from her 9 am class and was now lounging on her bed using her phone, “Are you expecting anyone?”

She shook her head no as she continued to scroll through what you assumed was a social media app. You got up and made your way to the door. To your surprise, Eren was the one standing there.

You blinked, “Eren? What’s up?”

He gave a hopeful smile, “You answered. I thought you were avoiding me.”

“What? What made you think that?” you replied, tensing up slightly.

You heard Sasha let out a snort from her spot on the bed, and you turned back to glare at her. You had given her the rundown of what had happened, and she’d clowned you the past two days over how freaked out you were.

“You didn’t respond to any of my texts or Facetimes,” her frowned, “I thought I did something dumb while I was drunk and upset you.”

Guilt began to build up in your chest at how hurt he looked, “I’m sorry, I was just really busy. I’m not upset with you or anything. I promise.”

It was mostly true, too. You weren’t necessarily upset with him; it was more so at yourself, for being so beat up about him having feelings for someone else.

He breathed a sigh of relief before smiling, “I’m glad. I really thought you hated me now or something.”

You smiled back, “I could never hate you, Eren.”

“I would hope not. You’re my favorite person, y’know?” he said with a grin.

For some reason, the words stung. You knew soon enough the person he was in love with would take that spot. While it was inevitable, it still hurt.

You grinned back, though it didn’t quite reach your eyes, “Yeah, I know.”

“Do you wanna walk to class together? It’s starting soon.” he asked, shifting the topic of conversation.

You simply nodded in response and went to collect your shoes and school bag. As you gathered your things, Sasha gave you a look. You winced, knowing later she’d tease you about your awkwardness.

The two of you walked to class making idle chatter. It was nice, the stress you had built up melting away as you listened to him laugh and crack jokes like he always did.

You entered the lecture hall a bit early, there was a few minutes to spare before the professor arrived. Eren left your side to chat with some fraternity friends while you made your way over to your usual seat.

“Armin, hey!” you slid into the seat next to him, “Good morning!”

He smiled, “Good morning, y/n!”

Armin was a friend to both you and Eren, though he was closer to him than you. He’d been one of Eren’s friends before he transferred schools way back when and had stayed in touch with him ever since. He introduced you to each other when you were in middle school and you’d formed a close bond since then.

“I hate to pry,” he started, face riddled with concern, “but did you and Eren fight or something this weekend? He was all beat up about you not texting him back or responding to his Facetimes.”

You gave a weak smile, “Oh no, of course not! I was just super busy this weekend. We talked it over before we came to class.”

You hated lying to two of your oldest friends, but it wasn’t like you could come out and say ‘ Hey you spilled your guts to me about being in love with someone while you were drunk and now I’m realizing that I might still have feelings for you! ’ or anything.

Armin smiled at your response, “That’s good! He was talking my ear off about it, I swear. He literally had me help him type up an apology in case you were actually mad.”

You laughed at that, you knew how preciously Eren viewed your friendship. Even if he wouldn’t tell you that he liked someone while he was sober.

Suddenly, a thought crossed your mind. Did Armin know? It would make sense, the two of them had been friends since actual diapers, so it was entirely possible he knew something.

“Hey, Armi-” you were cut off by your professor making his way into class and taking his place at the front. You slid down your chair with a sigh. ‘What was I thinking anyway?’ you thought, ‘It was an invasion of privacy. If Eren wanted to tell me, he would. Right?’

And so you tried your hardest to push your thoughts about it away, hoping that he’d talk to you about it without alcohol coursing through his system soon.

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The rest of the week passed quickly, with Saturday night rolling back around in no time. Eren hadn’t brought up that night again, so you kept quiet on it also. It was better to just let it be than to push and end up causing problems.

You scanned your eyes over the paper you’d just finished one last time before submitting. As you put away your laptop, Sasha burst through the door.

“Nic and his friends are having a party tonight, do you wanna come with me? They’re putting my playlist on the aux.” she grinned.

You scrunched your face, “Who’s gonna be there?”

“No one you’re not cool with. Come on, live a little!” she shook your arm up and down as she spoke, “It’s Saturday night and I know you’re done with your work for the day. Plus, I know you’ve been all messed up about the whole Eren fiasco, you need to de-stress.”

You pondered for a second, you had been a bit on edge recently. You sighed, “Fine, but only for a few hours, okay?”

Sasha pumped her fists in the air, “Yes! Now get ready. The party started like thirty minutes ago and sweats aren’t gonna cut it today, sweetheart.”

You rolled her eyes at her antics and grabbed your shower caddy to go freshen up. After returning to your dorm room you slipped on a black dress that you’d bought ages ago before doing a quick face of makeup and styling your hair.

You rummaged through your shoes to find something suitable before turning to face Sasha. “This ready enough for you?”

“You look hot,” she grinned, “who knows, maybe tonight you’ll pull someone that’ll make you forget about the feeling you may or may not have for our dear friend Mr. Jaeger.”

You laughed, “I’ll settle for a few shots and a good dance. Now let’s go, we’re already late. How are you gonna be late to your own boyfriend’s party?”

She rolled her eyes and grabbed her bag, “He’ll live.”

The two of you made your way to the house and got past the person at the door with ease. The party was in full swing, music blared from the speakers and people filled the house with chatter. Sasha’s boyfriend Niccolo was in a different fraternity than Eren, but you still recognized a few guys from the couple of parties you’d been to with him.

Sasha all but bolted when she locked eyes on her boyfriend, leaving you to scan the room for a familiar face. You quickly spotted Connie, Sasha’s best friend, and made your way over to him.

You tapped his shoulder causing him to turn around. When he realized it was you he pulled you into a quick hug before releasing you, “Hey, y/n! Sasha dragged you out the dorm this weekend?”

“She did,” you laughed, “do you know where I can get a drink?”

He pointed to the bar area on the far side of the frat house’s basement, “Over there, see the guy with the blonde hair? He’s playing bartender tonight. He’ll hook you up.”

You thanked him and weaved your way through the crowd, eager to get some alcohol in your system and let loose a little. You shouted for the attention of the bartender as you approached the bar. He turned to face you and smiled. “I take it you’re here for the alcohol?”

“I am indeed,” you returned his smile, “gimme something strong.”

He wasted no time in mixing up some concoction and handing it to you in a cup. You thanked him and turned to leave, ready to drink and dance away some of the stress of the past week. After wandering the dance floor for a bit, you found yet another familiar face.

“Mikasa!” you beamed, tapping the dark haired girl on the shoulder.

“Y/n,” looked back at your voice and smiled, “you got dragged out of your dorm tonight too?”

“Yeah, but I think I’m actually having a good time!” you grabbed her hand, “Dance with me!”

She laughed at your eagerness but complied anyway. Mikasa had known you for just as long as Eren had. She was his next door neighbor when he moved back in elementary, and the two of you had become acquainted when play dates overlapped. She was often the mediator whenever you and Eren would get into it, making sure the two of you got it together at the end of the day.

The two of you danced for a good amount of time, talking idly about your days and laughing. You’d finished your first drink and were on the same track with your second, the fuzzy feeling the alcohol gave you eating away your worries.

“I hate to leave you, but do you know where a bathroom is?” you asked.

She pointed to a hallway a bit past the bar, and you made your way over to it. You approached the door and knocked a few times to prevent walking in on someone. A slew of hushed drunken giggles came from behind the door at your actions and you cringed. You immediately turned to walk away, feeling awkward over disrupting the couple in there’s hookup.

The door opened before you could get away, though.

“How may I help,” a familiar voice started, “...you.”

You locked eyes with the person, the teal green color was one you knew all too well. “Eren. Hey.” you smiled awkwardly. His hair was tousled and there was lip gloss all over his face.

Eren froze, “Y/n, what are you doing here?”

“Sasha invited me. Unless you mean the bathroom, which, well obviously I needed to go inside, but since you clearly have it occupied I’m just gonna go back-” you rambled, face flushed.

You knew of Eren’s playboy reputation, but you’d never seen him in the act before. A dull ache panged in your chest, things feeling a bit too real all of a sudden.

“Eren, baby, what’s going on?” the girl in the bathroom chimed in, you couldn’t see her, but she had a pretty voice, you thought.

“Yeah, I’m gonna go find Sasha. See you later, I guess.” And with that, you sped away, ignoring Eren’s shout of your name as you retreated down the hall.

You found Sasha relatively quickly, she was sitting on a couch in a corner of the room with her boyfriend and some other friends. You saw that Mikasa had also made her way over during your trip.

“Y/n, hey!” Sasha greeted when she saw you, obviously tipsy, “come do shots with us!”

On a normal day, you would’ve refused. You liked drinking, but not getting drunk. But you don’t really see your best friend who you may or may not have feelings for mid-hookup on a normal day.

“Hell yes,” you replied.

It was fun drinking with Sasha and her friends. They were just as funny as her, and you found yourself laughing harder than you had in a long time.

You reached for another shot, only to be stopped by Mikasa. “No, y/n. I think you’ve had enough.”

“Whaaaat?” you exclaimed, “I barely drank, right Annie?”

Annie, a friend of Sasha’s, snorted, “Don’t drag me into this.”

“I think you should head back, y/n.” Sasha chimed.

“You guys are all so mean!” you pouted.

“Yeah, you’re done for.” Mikasa stood, “Come on, let’s go back.”

“I don’t want to.” you crossed your arms, you came out to de stress and have a good time, who cared if you had a bit too much to drink?

“You can come to my dorm?” Mikasa offered.

You hummed in thought, a sleepover would be nice. “Fine.”

You grabbed your things and stood up, waving bye to Sasha and her friends. You followed Mikasa through the crowd as she held your hand. On your way out, you passed Eren. You felt childish in your drunkenness and stuck your tongue out with a laugh. If the look of confusion he gave you was anything to go by, he didn’t think it was funny.

When you got back to Mikasa’s dorm, she immediately helped you out of your dress and into some pajamas. She had been blessed with a room all to herself, so she laid you on the spare bed.

“Sleep.” she said, covering you with a blanket.

Your adrenaline had run out, and being nuzzled under the warm blanket she’d given you made you realize how tired you actually were. Sleep claimed you relatively quickly, and you drifted off to the sounds of Mikasa shuffling around her room.

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a/n: hey besties! not much to say since i’m just trying to catch up on cross posting, but hope y’all enjoyed!

#eren x reader #eren yaeger x reader #eren jaeger x reader #aot fics

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aka-indulgence · 3 years

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Hey, this hasn’t happened in a long time. Stress headache for writing. Guess its time to write a small fluff once again,

Also with my favorite skeletons because I want multiple skeletons shhhhh it’s just pure self-indulgence without any rhyme or reason to why anything happens...

Ice cream. Cookies. Milk. Chips. Chocolate bars.

All things that you shove into your basket as you walk around the convenient store with a scowl on your face, biting your lip so you don’t scream and cause everyone around you to think you’re crazy. You’re just getting everything you think you want, to treat yourself after feeling so... so... much!

You feel your heart speed up just thinking about it and you squeeze the handles of the basket hard enough that it starts to bend.

Ugh, I just wanna go HOME, you cry in your head as you wait in line.

You’re just stopping yourself from tapping your foot restlessly when your eyes spot a surprise near the registers.

Candy cigarettes?

...

Oh what the hell.

You throw them into the basket too. You’ve never tried it, but it looks like something fun to show at home and surprise the guys.

You put up a pleasant face for the cashier (no need to make a retailer’s job even more miserable) and happily decline the plastic bag. One good thing that happened today: you remembered your reusable bag!

It’s certainly something? To cool your temper.

You walk out and you’re back to walking fast to get home as fast as possible, almost checking shoulders with people when you think the ones in front of you are walking too slow for your current mood. You see your home in the distance, thank god, and make a little sprint towards it, half-hoping a little bit of TLC once you’re there.

You peek in the window as you go to the door, and though you don’t see anyone, you shrug and attempt to bowl over the door, only to curse up a storm when you find that it’s locked, of course. After more hissing and quiet yelling at the handle that dare get in the way your angry relaxation time at home, you shuffle your keys out, haphazardly unlock the door and slip inside- slamming the door just a little harder than you should’ve and march towards the sofa.

(After throwing your jacket, your shoes and socks, and your whole bag on the floor next to the door.)

“(y/n)...?” You hear Snow’s voice from the kitchen as you throw yourself into the cushions, bouncing a bit while the contents of your bags jumped with you.

“Hey Snow,” You say while you make a “pbbbff...” noise with your lips, turning on the TV to look for... you don’t know what, just something to take your mind off things.

Just his voice cools your chest.

You take out the bag of chips and rip it clumsily, with some of the chips tumbling out of it and onto the floor. You make another exasperated noise but make no move to clean up the mess, instead choosing to shove a mouthful of chips into your mouth.

(To be honest, you’re not even properly eating the chips. Just... biting it harder than you needed to, making more of an angry mess on your crinkled shirt.)

Maybe you’re doing it to get attention, you don’t know. You just feel so “aaeghegshrg”.

Thankfully, you didn’t have to make even more of a fool out of yourself, and you see a shadow fall over you from behind.

You sigh when your frustrations simmer down at just the idea of him being there for you... you really weren’t the kind to hold onto anger for too long.

“is... something the matter...?” Snow’s gentle voice comes from behind you, soothing you even more.

You make another sigh, but you look up to him with tired eyes. “Yeah. But it’s hard to say... I’m just not in a good mood... sorry.” You apologize bashfully, feeling silly when you see the mess you’ve made. You hear Snow chuckle, his deep voice shaking your core, making you want to drown in it. The big skeleton rounds the sofa and sits beside you (where the bag isn’t), and his weight pulls you a bit towards him.

“don’t be sorry.” He smiles at you, his sockets crinkled. “is there... anything i can do...?”

Feeling his warmth right there, you start leaning into his chest. “You’re already doing plenty. Just having you here makes me sleepy.” You titter. “Uh. Not in the bad way, I just... I feel relaxed already. I think I’m just tired, I don’t wanna feel... I dunno, spiky?”

“isn’t that red’s thing?”

The new voice surprises you enough to blink your eyes open (you really were starting to doze off on Snow’s chest) and sit up. You look to the darkened hallway (as the sun was setting and the lights haven’t been turned on yet), and see a pair of white lights, until you see the blue-clad skeleton that emerges out of the shadows. It’d be a good horror movie scene if he didn’t look so.... like Sans. Relaxed grin, lazy sockets, slouching a bit, pink slippers shuffling against the floor.

“hey...” Sans starts, his eyelights darting to the chips on the floor. “my little shoulder-chip. what’s wrong?”

“she said she feels... spiky,” Snow repeats as you nibble on a big chip, letting his knuckles ghost your cheek. You don’t say a thing, so he keeps on going.

“mind if i make some space?” Sans points to the bag and you make a little nod, and Sans moves it to the coffee table and sits beside you.

“I dunno... i’ve just been feeling like... this,” You say emphatically, pointing to the chip in your hand. “I feel... like a potato. Just... I dunno... stuck? I don’t know, I just feel,” you make vague, aggressive hand gestures in the air, and slump back down. “Like that,”

Sans takes a breath to say something, but you’re all suddenly aware of the sound of a... clang?? Somewhere outside the house, a door being thrown open.... the heavy steps of feet as someone’s running towards you-

“ilikepotatoes.” Red’s voice suddenly breaks into the room, as all three of you turn your heads around to where he is in the hallway, panting and sweating a bit, his grin a bit too wide with his eyelights dilated in his sockets. He’s sweating.

“Red... how,” You breathe, “Did you even hear that?? Also why did you run here?”

“... dramatic effect?” Red shrugs as he saunters easily to the sofa. “anyways, what i’m saying is,” He says as he folds his arm on the back of the sofa behind you, “i like potatoes. in fact i jus’ love to eat ‘em.”

He bounces his brows at you. “what i’m sayin’ is, if yer a potato, i’d love to-”

“oh my god shut up red,” Sans covers his face with both of his hands, apparently blue in the face from embarassment.

“ey i’m tryna make the girl blush what’re ya-?”

“that’s so stupid i’m getting second hand embarrassment,”

“oh fuck you.”

The exchange gets a giggle out of you, and all three skeletons get a spark in their eyelights.

“Ok, so I’ve been feeling pretty... ehhh today, but this is turning things around,” You smile, looking at the dumbasses while you lean on Snow.

“that’s good to know,”

“i aim t’ please, sweetheart.”

Snow sits up a bit more, bringing you with him, and points to the plastic bag on the table. “so... what’s all that?”

“Oh,” you blush a little, feeling a bit embarrassed for all the things you’ve bought. “It was... an impulse thing. i wasn’t feeling so great, so I wanted to buy everything I wanted to eat. There’s ice cream, candy, chips, just... a bunch of snacks. Oh, I also found candy cigarettes in the store,”

“what,” Red immediately sounds behind you, his smug expression now just a baffled huh???

“the fuck’s candy cigarettes? d’ya... smoke candy ‘r some shit?” Red asks incredulously, prompting a hearty laugh from you. “aw c’mon doll i gotta know!”

“Well,” you start to explain-

“humans’re weird.” Sans says plainly, fishing out said snack from the bag.

He gives it a shake, and you see Red’s eyelights dilate at the sound.

“I mean, don’t pretend like monsters aren’t,” you say as you take the box out of Sans’ hands, “this aren’t like actual cigarettes, Red. They’re just candies that look like cigarettes, so when you put them in your mouth to eat it it looks like you’ve got a cigarette in your mouth. They also have powders inside of them you can inhale and exhale so it looks like smoke... I read kids used to love them exactly for that reason? i don’t know what they taste like,”

You took one more look at the packing and tilt your head. “Oh... it’s chocolate cigarettes, so this one’s just... milk chocolate in the shape of a cigarette,”

“c’mon open ‘em, i’ve never seen ya with a cig darlin’,” Red chuckles, a playful expression on his skull.

You take out the old-timey box and open it. Inside as about 12 “cigarettes” all wrapped in paper. The chocolate sticking out of the ends does make it look like a cigarette. You pull it out and look at the three skeletons, expectations on their faces...

And you stick it into your mouth, moving away from Snow to sit back on the couch and put on your most stereotypical “criminal look” as you put your arms on the back of the couch and fold your leg over the other.

...

“Ey...” you say with a hint of confusion, taking out the chocolate to blow nothing into the air.

“HAH-” Red barks out behind you, slapping his teeth with his bony hand with a clack, doubling over behind the sofa while his shoulders bounced erratically, wheezing as he tries to hold in his laugh.

His absolute giddiness at seeing you with a “cigarette” in your mouth only makes the rest of you giggle and chortle, unrestrained, and the cigarette almost pokes into your throat when you accidentally breathed the whole stick into your mouth.

“Pweh-” You spit out the cigarette (it still had the paper on!) and laugh when you see Red, still unable to pull himself together as he looks like he’s actually struggling to breathe. “It wasn’t that funny!” You tell him, but your own chest is shaking when you see how Red looks like he’s dying.

“i... ha, i don’t fuck’n know!” Red unfolds himself and puts a hand on his chest as he tries to control himself. “i didn’t expect ya t’ say ‘ey...’ heheh... hehahah!”

You unwrap the chocolate from its papery confines and pop it in your mouth, biting it in two so you could chew on it. You take deep breaths before you swallow to make sure you don’t choke on it.

“gimme one of those,” Red reaches over you and takes a cigarette, propping it in between his teeth. He then proceeds to take a few steps back, leaning against the wall. He closes his sockets as he takes a “hit” and makes... the weirdest shape with his mouth (like he was trying to close his ‘lips’ while he was trying to withhold a smile) and makes a pout to exaggerate him “blowing smoke out”. He then keeps that weird mouth shape as he lids his sockets (one was lower than the other what the fuck,) and you watch the edges of his grin bend upwards.

“eyyyYYyyYy.” Red says, mimicking you.

You practically end up crying from how stupid everything is (why are you even laughing? It’s not supposed to be funny!) and the four of you end up on the couch poking fun at each other while eating all the snacks you’ve bought, until eventually Snow stands up to make a real meal for the lot of you.

You forget all about your stresses for the rest of the night, and even fall asleep with a smile on your face.

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poisonously-alluring-sev · 3 years

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Snape One Shots ~ Gothic Lust {Continued}

Summary: Emily is one of the more popular students at Hogwarts, who also happens to be a goth, and even though most people like to obsess over her and want to date her, she has never let any of the students at Hogwarts date her. Children of all ages she didn’t like so when a dark and mysterious MAN who matches her grumpy and dark aesthetic comes along she can’t help, but be curious.

Pairing: Snape x Female OC

Warnings: Swearing

Time: Two years before Harry graduates

Word Count: 5100

Recommended Song: My Oh My by Camilla Cabello

Main Character: Emily Jones; 20; DOB: Dec 16th, 1969 (Sagittarius); American; Caucasian; Slytherin; Pure Blood; 5'5; light skin; dark brown hair with green tips; green/gray eyes

Being in my dorm alone for a while was starting to make me feel hyper lonely and was really starting to get to me so I decided that maybe if I went to the common room and read a book, it might be better. With all of the thoughts running through my head of the past day, my mind was very clouded. I took down just a basic muggle fantasy book and thought maybe reading something that wasn't about spells or potions would calm my head. After a while listening to the fire crackling and hearing the faint voices of other students in the nearby dorms was a very nice environment to focus in and now I was annoyed that I didn't grab a spellbook instead. While reading my mind wandered a bit remembering Snape's voice in my head when he was asking if I was alright. I remembered his face when he caught me when I fell from the ladder. It was very cheesy and cliche, but I truly was kind of lost in thought about him. The feeling of his hands against my skin, this is something I've never experienced before considering I refused to get into any relationship. now, however, I feel like maybe I should open myself up and try something new, I was also pretty bitter and seemed to follow in my parent's footsteps. I also didn't want to end up like them in an arranged marriage so I guess I should be trying to get a boyfriend every now and then.

After a little longer, I decided to head back to my dorm and go to bed since I was probably going to sleep a lot after today and I will probably spend most of the day in my dorm or in the dungeon hallways. I went and took a light shower, braided my hair so when I woke up it would be wavy and got into my pj's. Sitting down on my bed about to climb in and heard a ticking on my window, I looked up and saw Snape's owl staring back at me. I smiled at the sight of his bird, but as soon as I went to grab the letter that he held in his feet he bit me. I groaned out in pain, snatched the letter and went to the bathroom to clean my hand. After covering it up and climbing into bed I opened the letter and it read,

Jones,

I feel like it might be time to tell you what was written that the first letter I sent to you before Dumbledore took it. I also would like to talk more to you about what had happened to today along with teaching you more about potions.

Sincerely,

SS.

PS,

I would like my cloak back the next time we meet.

I was happy to be hearing from him again, but without seeing his face or hearing his voice, I wasn't sure if he was being sweet or not, at least until the end. I laughed to myself.

"He's never getting that cloak back." I closed to letter back into the envelope and laid my head down to fall asleep. The next morning I woke up to the sun on my face, making me angry because I didn't feel ready to wake up just yet, but then a figure stepped in front of the window. I hadn't moved or made any noise yet so I could've just pretended to be asleep, but I wasn't that smart. I recoiled back pulling the blanket up to my chest as if it was protecting me. I looked straight at the person and was immediately relaxed when I noticed it was just Snape. He was looking out the window until I freaked out. I sighed and said to him,

"Jesus, can a girl not get any privacy here?' He smiled gently and replied with,

"Hey, I'm not wreaking the place, plus I thought I would be welcome here."

"Oh, yes you are, 100%, I just was not ready to wake up with someone standing around in my room." He took a seat down in one of the chairs in the room as I sat up completely, dropping the blanket and giving him a questioning look before asking,

"What are you doing here, may I ask?" He moved forward in the seat and said,

"You left something of yours in my classroom last night." I tossed the book onto my bed and I gave him a 'well what else was I supposed to do?' face and he just smiled back at me.

"Well," he said as he stood up from the chair, "I should probably get going seeing as you need to get dressed and whatnot." I gave him, yet again, another confused look to which he rolled his eyes and closed the door behind him, but before it shut completely I shouted at him saying,

"Wait!" The door stopped and I stood up from my bed basically prancing to the door. He opened it all the way and said,

"Yes?" I had a bit of momentum at this point and slowing down didn't seem like a good option so I throw myself into his arms wrapping my hands around his neck so he could catch me. He stepped back a little surprised then when I pulled my head out of his shoulder he looked at me for a moment, before I closed the distance between us, smiling as I moved my lips onto his. He didn' smiled back into the kiss, but it did kiss back to he clearly wasn't upset with me or anything or came to yell at me about making out with him earlier so this was a plus. I pulled away after a bit smiling like an idiot and catch Snape admiring my face.

"You know," he rested his hands on my waist as I stopped standing on my toes, "I think tonight would be good to finish another potion." I nodded in response.

"I think so too, Snape."

"Oh, yea and call me Severus, all that professional shit gets boring. I chuckled at his joke which, in return made him grin. After that, he left my side and went on with whatever he was doing before he decided to pay me a visit. I, on the other hand, was reading up a bit more on the book Dumbledore gave me as I wasn't able to learn anything from it before, but maybe now that I knew what was going on inside Severus' head I would be able to focus.

Through the first few hours of being awake, I seemed to put myself into some kind of trance that kept me focused on the task at hand and I was getting pretty good at learning a couple of new skills from Dumbledore's book. However, I was getting bored and decided that I should pick a potion I wanted to learn about later tonight if Severus would give me the option to choose. After reading up on a couple of strange potions I thought it might be a good time to take a walk either around the grounds or maybe find myself at Hogsmeade. I threw on a long black, trench coat and made my rounds through the school until I came up to the main entrance to where I would be going next. It was a little chilly outside and it did look like it was about to rain, so I decided to head to Hogsmeade, I could get some food there at least since I missed breakfast by a long shot, and I could also maybe buy something else in one of the other stores nearby. I went to the three broomsticks and snacked on a sandwich and sipped on some tea until I got bored of listening in on some old people gossip. I hopped out into the street again just slowly making my way through the little town noticing things I didn't before like the new sign outside of Zonko's or the freshly cleaned doorsteps leading up to Honeydukes, I can only imagine how happy the store owners are now that most of the students are gone for the holidays.

I stepped up to the nice little store called Scrivenshaft's Quill Shop to see if they had any cool-looking quills and such. After about 20 minutes of browsing and wondering if the owner was dead or not as he slept in his seat, I decided to buy more ink and a new white quill. At that time I was honestly done staying in the cold and was ready to take the hilly walk back to Hogwarts, but before I could something seemed to pull me towards another shop. Almost immediately I found myself browsing the items on the shelves of Gladrags Wizardwear. I normally get all of my clothes from family, but occasionally I'll go out and buy something they probably would forget about. I found some nice Slytherin style pants and a jacket that was still in my range of style that I think anyone would appreciate along with some nice perfume that smelled like roses and firewood. Weird combination I know, but it was worth it. I also got a little something for Severus, not really because I felt bad that he got me something and I didn't get him anything, but that's totally the reason. It was a nice light cologne that smelled like pine needles and wine, and I honestly was confused by a couple of other kinds too. Like how do they get the smell of old books or the ocean into a bottle? I bought my items, pulled out a small carry bag that I keep shrunk in my pocket in case I impulse buy, and started to make my way back to Hogwarts Where nothing was really interesting.

I told the painting our house password and as soon as I walked in it seemed like everyone that stayed back was in the common room. I was pulled aside by another seventh year who asked me to join their party. It wasn't anything like the party we had before everyone left, but we still had booze and some music. I told them sure as I had nothing better to do and dropped my stuff off at my dorm. Before I left I changed my clothes and remembered that Severus basically threw my potion book at me earlier, making me feel kind of nostalgic even though it happened this morning. I put it back on my shelf and hopped down the stairs to see a couple of boys chugging bottles of booze and everyone else around them chanting and yelling at them to drink faster. I joined in by hopping onto a shelf to get a good view of the chaos that was slowly starting to happen and laughed when someone bumped into a girl who in return pushed back and happened to hit one of the boys downing alcohol causing him to lose and choke up a bit from breathing in some of the subsistence. I got past a glass which I downed pretty quickly but then decided to not get drunk as I would probably find myself alone here in about an hour or running through the halls like an idiot. I wasn't in the mood to be caught drunk, as McGonaggell would tell my parents, so I just sipped on my next drink and enjoyed watching everyone else slowly bring upon the apocalypse.

After a couple of laughs and such to make the day feel less boring I was about to get down from the shelf and maybe sneak into the library and search through the restricted section, but before I could a brawl started with a couple of boys and Murphy. Not surprised as I was I stayed up there and watched the scene play out. The boys that were fighting actually knew what they were doing so things were pretty interesting, mainly the blood that started to flow, until a younger student came into the common room followed by McGonaggell and Severus. I groaned out loud as the fun was over and the kid that got them seemed to be traumatized as if he had never seen a basic brawl before. Severus pulled the boys apart as McGonaggell yelled at them and then turned to everyone else for drinking underage until she turned to me who was trying not to hold in a laugh as the boys looked so guilty.

"What is it you're doing up there Ms. Jones?"

"Oh, nothing, just watching the show." She frowned at me as she walked towards me and everyone was watching us probably thinking I was going to jump at her or something.

"And as a prefect, you are following your jobs are you?"

"On a daily basis ma'am."

"And this 'show' you watched, it wasn't breaking any school rules?" She raised an eyebrow at me as I sighed and told her very calmly.

"Come on professor, a little fight has to happen sometime, how else are we going to get our anger out, turn each other into frogs and then never be able to turn each other back?" She crossed her arms and in her way glared at me, she then turned around and told the boys to go to the hospital wing then immediately go to the kitchens after. Severus stood there as McGonaggell followed them out and before she left she said to me,

"Prefects can also get detention too Ms. Jones." I swore under my breath and hopped down off the shelf and started to mock her after she left. Then Severus filled the room with his voice explaining what kind of stuff we would have to do once classes started again, like cleaning the pots from the kitchens, or sweeping the floor in potions every day after class. Everyone moaned, but he didn't care and before he left he just looked at me for a second which then made me say,

"If you're thinking about making me class the whole class, I won't do it." He scoffed and walked away. I could tell that he wanted to say something back, but obviously it wouldn't be a good time to say anything else right now. I told everyone else that I would steal some potions from Pomfrey for the drunk when the hangover started and they all thanked me. It's funny really, I didn't even do anything and yet that was why I got into trouble. I made my way back up to my room, hopped on my broom and made my way to the windows outside of the hospital wing hoping that when I got there, Pomfrey would be busy with the boys who had black eyes, and cut-up's knuckles.

*** Hours Later ***

I sat at the Slytherin table slowly eating my food with my head in my hand, clearly lost in thought or just not in a good mood. A student next to me was laughing with her friends until she noticed me and asked me,

"Hey, Joney, you alright?" I shrugged my shoulders as I didn't really know what was wrong with me since today wasn't a horrible day, but I was just feeling weird.

"Detention boring you?"

"Probably." She went back to her laughing friends as I just watched my food and slowly raised it to my mouth. I listened to their conversation until it turned into heavy gossip and I thought, maybe if I tried hard enough I could focus my mind onto Severus and chat with him in my head. I thought about him and replied his voice in my head from when he first pushed into my mind and repeated his name over and over again, after about like five minutes of trying different things my mind kind of changed and everything seem to be a lot quieter around me like everything was muffled. I glanced up at the teachers' table to see Severus glance at me. I didn't know if it had worked so I asked,

"Severus?" A couple of seconds passed.

"Yes, Jones?" I tried to hide my smile at the fact that I actually managed to do it and then I heard Severus say something else,

"Is there something you want, I can't keep the connection going forever." My smile dropped, I thought I had managed to reach him, well maybe I did, it might not have been strong, but I got his attention. I told him through my thoughts,

"It's just really boring over here, I wanted to talk to someone who didn't need gossip to be the topic of the day."

"I thought that's what all popular people enjoyed talking about." I chuckled lightly getting a couple of weird looks from a few girls around me. Not really paying any attention to them I responded to him saying,

"I normally like to listen to it, but it gets boring after a while. Plus you're a lot more interesting than them." I glanced back up to him and saw him kind of hiding his face from me. Was he blushing? Oh god, I hope he is. I smiled myself and then said to him,

"Sorry, that was very cliche. We should probably get back to eating, talk to you later." I took my gaze away from him and broke the connection. I focused on my food and tried not to look up at the teachers' table. I had a feeling that even though he seemed to be affected by it, it dawned on me that he definitely doesn't get compliments at all and probably doesn't let people in his life. Once I finished I stood up and walked out of the Great Hall, I decided to just walk around until detention trying to avoid going straight to the potions class. Severus was probably feeling pretty awkward at the moment and was probably going to cut the connection anyway, and I think that since it was me who did it, it might've made it less awkward. Soon I had circled the whole castle a few times and decided I should probably head downstairs to see if Severus was actually going to give me something to do or if we would just lead each other on and make out again, and honestly, I was kind of hoping for the second option. I knocked on the door and heard him tell me to come in. I slowly opened the door and gave him a little smile once he looked up from his papers. I closed the door with my back as I leaned on it and slowly made my way up to him as he went back to the papers covering his desk. I stopped in front of the desk and as I swayed back and forth I asked him,

"Soooo, what are we doing tonight?" Not looking up from his work he told me.

"Well since I didn't give you the detention, you'll be cleaning the desks for me as the first years didn't bother doing it before they left." I looked over at the tables and groaned out loud.

"Oh come on, the mess has hardened by now, it'll be impossible to clean it, unless..." I pulled out my wand and was about to cast a cleaning spell, but Severus knocked it out of my hand with his own spell and told me.

"You'll be doing it by hand."

"What!?" He just kept a straight face as I reacted this way making it hard to tell if he was fucking with me or if he really wanted me to do it. I crossed my arms and told him,

"You're joking, right? Please tell me you're joking."

"It wasn't my idea to give you detention, plus you smelled of alcohol, I bet Mivera wanted to yell at you for that but thought that detention was good enough.

"I guess it's good that she stills thinks I hate you," I grinned at him as he glared at me, I crossed my arms and grabbed the things he had for me on his desk frowning at them and said,

"because I find this very entertaining." Giving him another grin as I walked over to the first desk. He huffed and went back to his work as I tried not to throw myself across the room when I scraped the tables, it was like I was chopping wood with a needle, it wasn't working. After I got one table done, he was still working on stuff and I ended up getting so sick of basically falling over as I put so much pressure on the stupid thing that I said aloud,

"I'm gonna kill McGonaggell for this." Then at the moment where I wasn't paying attention, I moved my hand to maybe make it easier but just ended up cutting my hand open. I cried in pain as it wasn't a cut it was a full-on wound that started to bleed a lot. I sucked in a heavy breath and looked over to Severus who didn't even look up. I walked over to his desk and shoved my hand into his view to which he immediately freaked out and jumped to my side of the desk and put a cloth on it to stop the bleeding. I was being very bold with him as I was pissed he made me do work and now I was injured badly. As he put more pressure on it pain shot through my hand and I cried out saying,

"Jeez stop squeezing it hurts!"

"Do you want it to keep bleeding?"

"I wouldn't be bleeding if you didn't make me do work." He huffed again and got a new cloth as the one he used before was covered in blood. He grabbed me by my shoulder, threw the cloth at me and started to walk away saying,

"Let's get you to Pomfrey." I sighed and wrapped the cloth around my hand slowly which seemed to make him impatient and look like he was going to yell at me to hurry up, but stopped when he remembered I was hurt and probably wanted me to be careful with myself. Walking to the hospital was quiet and hard as Severus basically ran down the halls as I followed and a couple of times I caught myself squeezing too hard making it hurt and bleed more. Once we got there Pomfrey was cleaning are table and sighed when I entered behind Snape. She walked over to me and said, clearly not wanting to give me another potion if I was drunk, but when she saw the bloody cloth her nursing kicked in. She had me unwrap the cloth and she poured some kind of cleaning subsistence on the wound that stung a lot until I couldn't feel any more pain and she said to me,

"I'm going to have to stitch it so you might want to look away." I watched her stop the bleeding and get ready to stitch it shut and honestly I wasn't really scared about watching the stitching it never phased me before. As she weaved the thread through my skin I noticed that Severus was still standing next to me and was watching Pomfrey's every move, like he was waiting for her to hurt me which, honestly, I doubt would ever happen. Then I thought of something, why didn't he just heal my hand like last time? He literally healed my broken wrist in seconds, couldn't he heal a wound? I stopped questioning it when I started to feel really sore and I felt a sharp pain in my hand which made me recoil away from Pomfrey. She stopped and looked up at me, Severus stepped a bit closer to me, but I shooed him away.

"Sorry about that, I guess the potion wore off, here, drink this, it'll keep the pain away for the rest of the day." Downing the potion I noticed Severus staring at me and not the job PomPom was finishing up. I glanced over at him and raised an eyebrow he was acting pretty strange since I showed up in his class and honestly I would say that I shouldn't worry about it since he was probably just making sure he didn't have an accident on his hands that he would have to take care of with Dumbledore. He raised his own eyebrow at me and Pomfrey gave me a couple of things, but before we could leave Pomfrey said to Severus,

"I don't know what you have your students doing in detention, but clearly it's dangerous." He waved her off as we left the room and as we walked through the halls I wasn't sure if I was still going to clean the classroom so I asked,

"So, do I still need you to clean your desks?" He quickly told me no and kept walking, since we were basically going to the same place I followed him through the halls and even though keeping up with him meant me running behind him, I still managed to stay relatively close by. As we walked neither of us said a thing to each other, but it wasn't horrible, I was still curious as to why he reacted the way he did before. Like he was going to protect me from the stitches. Once we reached the hallway I opened the painting and before I went inside I shout at him,

"Goodnight, I guess." He turned around and said back to me,

"Goodnight, Emily." I smiled at him as he walked down the rest of the hallway. Feeling a lot better, and no longer in pain, I jumped up the stairs to my dorm and landed on my bed. Feeling happy that he called me by my first name for the first time, I got ready for bed and as I rid myself of my clothes I realized that I hadn't gotten my wand back from my detention. Knowing that and not wanting to walk all the way to class and or having to search the school for it and the person who knows where it is, I decided to go right now. Not even changing out of my pj's, I ran through the common room jumping over the couches. Sneaking through the dark halls and trying not to get caught wasn't easy with the fear that he wouldn't give me my wand back, so hiding from Flich didn't really work at first, but with my legs carrying me quickly away from him, I managed to getaway. I had made it to his classroom and burst through the door without even knocking making him wonder what the hell is wrong with me. He stood up and crossed his arms as I bent down to rest my hands on my knees to catch my breath.

"Forgot... my wand." I let out a heavy sigh and closed my eyes as I calmed down. Severus picked up my wand from in his desk drawer and came over to hand it to me. As I stood up he was right there in front of me and once I was standing up straight I was basically face to face with him with only a few inches between us. I gently took my wand from his hand but letting it linger on his skin. I kept eye contact with him as I did it and before I could pull my hand away he grabbed it and pulled me into him crashing our lips together. Almost right away my hands wrapped around his neck and pulled on his hair as he grabbed me violently by the hips making me lean against him. I smiled into the kiss as he didn't seem very happy today and now I know that he wasn't upset with me. I pulled on his hair a little more and got a deep growl out of it which honestly turned me on hearing that deep growl coming from his throat. I moaned against his lips and he placed his hand underneath my ass picking me up without any effort. I laughed when our lips broke connection for a second to breathe. He placed me on his desk and pushed his ways through my legs even though I tried to fight it. He pulled me onto the edge of the desk by my waist and put his hands back onto my face bringing me closer to him just by a bit. He then grinds up against me getting another moan out of me and kissing my neck causing me to lose track of time. I placed my hands on his shoulders and after a while of grinding and hair-pulling, we needed to breathe so we pulled apart and mixed our breath together.

I closed my eyes and rested my head on his. Severus placed his hands around my waist and hugged me towards him. We stayed like that for a few seconds without talking until I chimed in and said,

"You really do know how to treat a woman don't you?" He chuckled at my comment and I grinned at him since I never saw him smile before let alone a laugh, so I took it in stride. I hugged my arms around him and let out a long sigh, opening my eyes again and seeing him already admiring me. Blushing like an idiot he kissed my gently not like the heavy make-out section we just had. I moved the stray pieces of hair out of his face and gave him a smile, which in return earned me another kiss. For the rest of the next, we just chatted a bit about some random stuff and I would sometimes complaint him and that would make Severus break eye contact with me. I then thought that it was probably a good idea to head back to my dorm and as to not get in trouble Severus walked me back to the common room where he left me as soon as it opened. Before I walked in I told him t wait and looked around to make sure that nobody else was here. Then I pulled on his shirt bringing his face down to my level to give him one last kiss before I went to bed. Once we pulled apart he said goodbye and for the rest of the night I let my grungy, grumpy facade disappear and wouldn't stop thinking about Severus and how his hands felt on my waist and face.

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stayndays · 3 years

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𝐊𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐄𝐑 𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆'𝐒 𝐀𝐋𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐍𝐀𝐓𝐄 𝐑𝐎𝐔𝐓𝐄𝐒 & 𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒 𝐀𝐍𝐒𝐖𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐃

time to dive into this hellhole of a series once again

if you haven’t read killer king, there are MAJOR spoilers in this post! you have been warned.

So! This was highly requested in the final survey of Killer King: to reveal the other routes if you didn’t choose the Escape Route. To start off, though, I first have to talk about something that was brought up multiple times throughout the voting boxes of Killer King, which is:

“Why is Jisung helping Minho/Is Jisung aware that Minho’s the killer/What is Jisung and Minho’s dynamic?”

Minho and Jisung, to say the least, is probably the most interesting duo in the series. They didn’t met before the party, but rather, at the party before the mansion owner was killed, and quickly formed a strong bond. You could infer that Minho wanted to pull in a party guest that would most likely stay and solve the murder, just so he has a puppet to control if things go haywire. Minho was also inspired by Jisung’s poem, which results in how his killing techniques were put into place.

Because Jisung is kind of naive in this story, he ends up being manipulated by the killer himself, and accidentally becomes Minho’s #1 ally for the entire series. Minho grabbed the key from the mansion owner’s coat, and gave it to Jisung for him to protect, saying something along the lines of “If anybody tries to flee the mansion like a coward, they won’t be able to because you have the key.”

Oh, also, Minho attempted to frame Jisung by leaving the white glove in Jisung’s bag. I’m like.. slowly recovering info from this series because I already forgot most of the plot.. October was a fever dream guys wheeze

But now, this duo leads us to our first route I’ll cover today! The duos all have a certain goal: Hyunin wanted to escape, another group wanted to kill the killer themselves, and another group simply wanted to solve the murder. This duo is different, however, because Minho is literally the killer.

So the route would’ve played out somewhat like this:

You choose to align with Minho and Jisung, regardless of whether you lie or not

When the house fight occurs and everybody is split off into groups, you have the option to stay with Chan, Changbin, and Minho. If you choose this, you would get an additional chapter where you have the decision to come with Minho upstairs, or to stay behind with Chan and Changbin.

If you choose to come with Minho, you would be forced by him to throw a knife at Jeongin, who’s alone on the stairs. (this would’ve been REALLY fun to write)

Even if you chose not to follow Minho, as long as you prove that you’re truly loyal to him, he’ll eventually reveal to both you and Jisung that he’s the killer, and urge the both of you to work with him to eliminate the rest of the house members.

THIS IS THE FUN PART

Basically: Jisung doesn’t want to team up with Minho. Instead, he wants to try and kill Minho (I assume that Jisung has multiple reasons as to why he doesn’t want to tell the other members, probably because he has no evidence). As a result, since Jisung also trusts you, he tells you his plan, and now you have to choose between the two.

And according to my notes, no matter if you team up with Jisung or go solo, if you choose to betray Minho, you will die. It is impossible to succeed in this scenario. You have to team up with a murderer in order to win.

You could also try and convince Jisung to come with you and Minho’s side. Knowing me, I’d probably spin a wheel to see whether Jisung would agree with you or not LOL. If he doesn’t though, he’s gonna die. That’s that.

So if you team up with Minho (regardless if Jisung is still alive or not) and the two/three of you are able to successfully eliminate the rest of the members, you win! And you get the ending “The Killer’s Sidekick” (even better: if you identity as a female and/or use she/her pronouns, you could be “The Killer Queen” :D)

The other two routes don’t have nearly as much info as Minsung’s route, though. One of them wasn’t even planned at all. Let’s talk about them!

Changlix’s Route: Kill the Killer

Basically, if you openly state to either Felix or Changbin that you’re also interested in killing the killer, you’d be put into this route!

In this route, you’ll tend to make more impulsive decisions without thinking straight (aka your choices will be pretty dumb) because you’re after blood, not justice.

If you kill the wrong person, that’s an automatic game over.

If you hesitate to kill Minho, he’ll kill you first, and that’s a game over.

And if you successfully kill Minho, you’ll get one of those “You won.. but at what cost?” endings, kinda like the ending you guys got! (it’s because you killed somebody, that’s why.)

Chanmin’s Route: Catch the Killer

I have nothing written down for this route. It’s pretty self explanatory. Find the killer, and trap him in a room until the police come. That’s pretty much the route, along with trying not to get killed yourself.

If you chose this route, it would probably be even more stressful than the escape route, and would probably be the most boring route to write.

If you have any questions, let me know! But now let’s dive into the questions you guys put in for the survey.

1. Was Hyunjin super suspicious in the beginning as a red herring?

I think they were all super suspicious in the beginning just so the reader jumps into the story completely blind. It wasn’t intended as a red herring, but it definitely could be to you!

2. Why does Felix and Changbin want to kill the murderer?

Simple: bloodlust. I just needed that violent duo, y’know?

3. Were Jisung and Minho conspiring together? If not, was Minho going to pin it on Jisung?

No and yes, that was his intention!

4. Why does Minho have a hankering for murder?

He wants revenge on his step father, the mansion owner, for neglecting him all those years. Also the dude has anger issues. Bad temper.

5. Why could Minho pass the mattress but not 5 guys?

He is immortal. He is god. He is- just kidding. He was probably doing something stupid and unplanned, like using the bathroom on the downstairs floor. That’s the best answer I can give you for now.

6. Why did Jisung decided to team up with Minho? I mean what benefit will he get from it if there is a chance Minho might even kill him too? and also did Jisung know that Minho is the killer king in the first place?

He didn’t realize he was teaming up with the killer, and if Minho did reveal that he was the killer, Jisung would most likely try to turn on him (and fail). Nope!

7. What was Minho's motive (was it just him hating the victim or was there something deeper)?

Both that, and probably bloodlust as well.

8. How did Minho get the white glove to blame Jisung later when he wasn't with us while we were searching the room?

He bought a fresh pair of white gloves before the party started. He also, most likely, placed it in Jisung’s bag before committing the murder without him noticing.

9. If we were to just body search everybody at once, would we find the throwing knives on Minho and just end the whole thing? (this was on my mind the whole time lmao, like why didn't we search OURSELVES too??)

yeah true ngl i can’t argue with that Knowing Minho, he probably has a bunch of knives hidden all around the house, secretly planting them here and there while mingling with party guests.

10. Were really 2 killer kings?

Nope! Only Minho. There would only be more than one killer king if you ended up choosing the Minsung route. However, good idea! I should’ve thought of that.

11. Why in the hell was jisung helping minho like how did they end up as a team?

e x p l a i n e d a l r e a d y. see i told you guys a lot of people were asking this

12. I still don't understand changbins fascination with the blood type.

This was an easter egg I was proud of but nobody caught!! The same blood type mentioned by Changbin (I think it was A?) is the same type Seungmin has! After a google search or two, I learned that blood types were passed down by family members, so if you arrange Seungmin’s family tree correctly, you’d learn that him and the mansion owner shared the same blood type, meaning that Seungmin is related to the mansion owner. Far stretch, I know, but I think it works out! If you figured this out, you would realize how smart Changbin really is as a scientist.

13. Why did jeongin light two matches?

Extra precaution! Also, he’s the youngest. He thinks fire is cool.

14. Was Minsung a team for the ~ Minsung Vibes? ~

It was not intentional at first, but then I realized the rest of the duos were popular ships in SKZ (minus Chanmin) so that was interesting!

15. Just in general why were the teams aligned the way they were?

Minsung - They’re good pals Changlix - For the bloodlust similarity Hyunin - They were both emotional enough in this story to want to escape Chanmin - It’s literally Chan and Seungmin, and Seungmin is close with the mansion owner

16. Which one was your favorite route?

MINSUNG’S ROUTE!! I wanted you guys to choose this one because it would so different from other murder mysteries!! But the escape route was my second choice, thank god.

17. Will you be doing another series similar to this next year?

90% no because of how physically and mentally draining this series was to write, but you can get a sequel if the finale somehow gets 50 notes! That won’t happen for a while. Just FYI.

18. Did the knife in y/n’s hand ever come out or was it just stuck in there the entire time?

It was there the entire time until Hyunjin pulled it out at his house. I actually still don’t know if this is medically accurate or not, I literally had to ask my mom what to do in this situation. Our text messages went something like:

Me: If a knife goes through your hand, should you pull it out or leave it in? Asking because of a TV show Mom: Leave it in and go to the hospital... Me: Ok thanks mom

I think that’s it? I still have a lot I want to talk about, but that information will only come out if people ask me! So come ask me hehe have fun. Thank you, so incredibly much, for following Killer King. It is my pride and joy, literally.

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bokutoez · 4 years

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Wipeout

Mermaid!Bokuto X Fem!Reader

A/N: This is my first fic! Sorry if it sucks, my sister proofread it for me adsfskjet (Gif not mine)

Summary: You decide to try something new, but it doesn’t work out too well. Luckily, Bokuto is to the rescue.

Word Count: 2480

It was a day pretty much like any other day, except you were sick of constantly doing the same repeating schedule. Wake up, shift at the cafe, then come home and try to pass the time. You lived pretty close to a beach, though it was often empty because there were plenty of better beaches not too far away. Although you lived most of your life near the ocean, you never really took a lot of time to go there. You decided it was time to do something new and impulse bought a surfboard at a shop nearby. You didn’t have any prior knowledge of surfing, but what is the worst that could happen, right?

After you got off work, you changed into your swimsuit and set off to teach yourself how to surf. Should you look into some tutorials? Yes, definitely. Are you going to just dive into it without research? Also yes, definitely. You saw some surfing movies, so you’re basically a pro. The beach is deserted, only a field of sand, crashing blue waves, and a long pier in your view. You set down your stuff, grabbed the board, and headed out to sea. Ah, now this isn’t too bad. You were pretty far out and decided to attempt the first wave. Unfortunately, the attempt ended up with you falling, knocking yourself with the board in the process, and being swallowed by the massive wave. With no lifeguard on duty, and how far out you had gotten, you were basically screwed. Well, you thought you were.

Bokuto had been watching you and your attempt to surf. He was probably the most curious of his people, so he would come out to watch the surfers when the beach wasn’t too crowded. When he saw you fall without coming back up, he knew what he had to do. He swam over as fast as he could and pulled you out of the water. You weren’t moving and he was mildly freaking out. Where should he put you? It’s not like he could just walk on the shore, he didn’t have legs. Ok, hmmm. The pier! That's the best place because it was in deep enough water where he could swim and you wouldn’t be re-submerged.

He managed to get you on the pier and stayed to watch you, hopefully you would wake up soon. You did wake up and started coughing your lungs up. You were confused and tried to recall where you were. The beach, surfing, falling, oh yeah, you were basically dead. So how did you get here? You look around the pier and don’t see anyone.

“Hello? Is anyone there?”

No response, but you feel eyes on you. You look towards the ocean and your eyes meet two bright yellow ones barely above the surface. It looks like a man with white and gray hair, but why is he watching you from the water? Suddenly, he's off. Is that… a tail? You decided that you would let it go since it was getting late, but after your shift tomorrow at the cafe, you would be back.

As much as Bokuto wanted to stay and talk to you, he was scared because he had never really been that close to a human, much less talked to one. When he made it to his home, Akaashi was there to question him on his whereabouts. Bokuto hardly listens though, he’s still beaming from meeting a human girl. He thought that humans were cool from a distance, but nothing could have prepared him to be face to face with your beauty. Akaashi is quick to get him to spill the beans on what happened.

“You should have seen her, Akaashi. She was surfing and she fell! She didn’t come back up, so I had to save her! I even got her onto the pier, and she woke up!” Bokuto sounded proud of his heroic act.

“Bokuto, I am glad you were able to help her, but did she see you, what if she tells the others and our people end up being hunted down? You have to be careful,” Akaashi was right.

“I don’t think she saw my tail, she was calling to see if anyone was there, but I didn’t say anything. I just had the top of my head out of the water to make sure she woke up! But just incase, I’ll go back to make sure, and if she did see, I’ll make her promise to keep it a secret”

“That’s not… just be careful, Bokuto. You know what could happen.”

The conversation ended there. Truth was, Bokuto was intrigued and wanted to talk to you. You definitely felt the same way as the next day rolled around. You walked into the cafe and some of your coworkers noticed that you had a couple of scratches, but when they asked you what happened, you just told them you fell. You didn’t want to try and explain something you honestly didn’t fully understand. You shift came to a close, and you decided to bring a brownie from the cafe as you made your way back to the pier. The beach was empty as usual, and you sat down at the edge dangling your toes near the water.

“Hello? I don’t know if you are out there, but I brought you something! I… uh... wanted to thank you…” You started to trail off, not really knowing what you were doing.

You felt a little crazy, yelling into the distance like some magical man was going to pop out. I mean, he did have yellow eyes, and you could have sworn that the tail you saw was attached to the set of eyes you saw. Maybe you didn’t see anything, maybe it was just your near-death delusions.

Bokuto was watching you, unsure of how exactly to approach. What should he say? ‘Hey, I’m the merman that saved you yesterday’ or ‘Oh hey, I was watching you surf.’ Maybe a simple ‘hello’ would be fine. However, it seemed as if you were going to get up so he had to act fast. In a panicked state, he reached up and tickled at your toes to alert his presence. Nice…

You started to scream as you felt something on your dangling foot, but then you heard the voice of a man, and watched those same wide, bright eyes appear before you.

“Hey, hey, hey! It’s just me! Don’t scream! You were calling for me earlier, so I decided to come and see you,” Bokuto tried his best to calm you down.

Wow, he was really attractive. You hadn’t seen his full face last night, but now as you watched him talk, his hair was damp against his face, eyes full of emotion, and not to mention his broad shoulders and toned chest were peaking from beneath the waves. Oh shoot! You need to say something. You’ve been staring.

Bokuto’s cheeks are dusted pink when you finally speak up, “H-hi, Hello, I’m Y/N. Thank you for saving me yesterday. Here!”

You grab the brownie and reach your arm out to hand it to him. He looks confused, but he takes it and sniffs the chocolatey dessert.

“You can call me Bokuto. What’s this?”

He doesn’t know what a brownie is…?

You quickly explain it to him, “It’s called a brownie, you’re supposed to eat it. They’re pretty good, I think.”

He takes a giant bite, his eyes growing wide, he looks almost more excited than before if that’s even possible. You giggle as he spouts praises at you, continuing to chew the dessert until it’s gone. After he thanks you, there’s an awkward pause. You decide to just come out and ask him.

“Soo, are you, like, a mermaid?” Wow that could not have come out worse.

“Actually, I’m a MerMAN, but yeah, pretty much,” He gives you a wide smile, flipping up his golden, shimmery tail.

You laugh at his correction, but can’t help to look at the tail. It’s quite impressive. You want to reach out and touch it, but decide it’s probably better if you don’t for the time being. You guys end up falling into conversation about humans versus mermaids, desserts, and funny stories you both have. It’s getting late though, and of course, you work tomorrow, so you have to go. Bokuto is on the verge of going into emo mode, he wants to keep talking to you, but he doesn’t know what to say, but the next thing you say puts a smile back on his face.

“I’ll see you tomorrow though, right?”

“Yes! I’ll be here, same time as today!” At this point you have a big grin on your face, too.

As you walk back down the pier, and Bokuto swims off, you’re thinking about how much you enjoyed being around each other. Even though this is the first time you guys spoke to each other, it felt like you had been friends forever. The next day, you are rushing through your shift, everyone is looking at you confused. Since when has she had something important to do? As soon as your shift is over, you practically sprint out the door, this time grabbing a cinnamon bun for Bokuto since he liked the brownie so much. Similarly, Bokuto is rushing to get to the pier, but he spots a really beautiful shell, and decides to bring it for you.

Just as you take the last step to the end of the pier, Bokuto pops out of the water, only mildly startling you. You smile and hold up the cinnamon bun, and as you hand it over, he trades you the shell.

“I’ve seen a lot of seashells in my life, but this one is one of the best yet, here!” Your heart melts when his large hand drops the shell into your smaller one. He really is one of the cutest guys you’ve ever seen. You hold onto the shell, looking at the intricate patterns and rich colors as he chows down on the cinnamon bun. Of course, he thoroughly enjoys it, and gives his thanks. Similar meetings go on for about another week, you are constantly learning new things about each other. Honestly, you may have had a hard fall off your surfboard, but you’re definitely falling harder for Bokuto.

One day, you get off your shift, rushing back to the pier, but Bokuto isn’t there. You wait for a while, but it doesn’t seem like he’s going to show up. Did you say something wrong? You start to nibble on the blueberry muffin you brought him as you wait.

Meanwhile, Bokuto is being interrogated harder than a murder suspect. The others in his group are questioning where he’s been. They know how curious he can be, and they fear it will lead to them being caught, they worry for him as well. Bokuto sighs, trying to decide whether to come clean or brush them off. Akaashi gives him a look from behind the other mermen. Bokuto knows Akaashi would keep any secret, so he isn’t too stressed about his friend knowing. Eventually Bokuto is able to dodge enough questions to be left alone, but it’s too late to meet you. He feels pretty bad knowing that you were probably waiting for him, and goes into emo mode. Tomorrow, he’ll make sure he’s early and he's gonna make it up to you. Hopefully, you’ll still come to see him.

You didn’t even think twice about not going back, assuming he got busy and couldn’t make it. Today, you grab some chocolate strawberries because the cafe was running a special. As you walk down the pier, you see the familiar white and grey locks of hair above the water's surface. You can’t help but to get excited even though you only missed a day of seeing him.

Bokuto apologizes several times, telling you something came up and it won’t happen again. You can tell he feels bad, but when you accept his apology, his bright smile once again graces his face.

“Are those for me?” He asks you pointing to the strawberries.

“Yes, Bokuto. They are for you.” You laugh at his giddiness as you hand them over. They were a success, like your desserts always are.

“Hey, do you wanna do something really fun? Here hop in and get on my back,” Bokuto says abruptly.

“I..uh.. Okay sure!” You convince yourself mentally to just get in, even though you don’t have a change of clothes. As you hop in, your foot brushes Bokuto’s tail, it’s kinda weirdly slimy.

“How does your tail even work?” You laugh and Bokuto reminds himself that you, in fact, don’t have a tail, so you wouldn’t know.

“I guess it works like your legs, but it's shiny and makes me swim faster!” That’s a good enough response as he starts to swim far out. You start to get a little nervous, remembering what happened last time you went out this far.

“Uhm, Bokuto, how far are we going?” He can sense the apprehension in your voice.

“Do you trust me?” You don’t have to think twice. He’s a merman that you barely just met, but you trust him wholeheartedly.

“Of course I do, Bo.” That all he needs and swims just a little further. He emits a weird type of whistle, and sea creatures start to appear. Dolphins, turtles, and even some random types of fish. Bokuto turns back at you, smiling proudly.

“You can get on them if you want or pet them, they don’t mind,” Your mind is still processing, but you reach out to the creatures and they start to come up to you. Even though the water is deep, you feel safe. Bokuto splashes you with water, and you look at him, shocked, before you splash him back. The rest of your time together goes great, and as it starts to get dark, Bokuto takes you back to the pier. This time though, he pulls you into a hug and swims with you on his chest. When you get to the pier, he grabs the ladder with one hand and stabilizes so you can climb up. You go to say bye, and realize just how close your face is to his. You notice he’s blushing, he must’ve also noticed. Both of you want a kiss, but will one of you be able to initiate. You decide to bite the bullet and go for it. As soon as your lips meet his, he’s pulling you closer. The awkwardness of it fades away as you pull back. Now, both of you are blushing.

You speak up, “I’ll see you tomorrow then, right?”

“Of course, tomorrow and everyday you'll have me.”

You give him one last peck on the lips and disappear into the night.

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honeybinnies · 4 years

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[2:33pm] the sound of laughter and chattering overpowered the clinks and clashing of cutlery against the ceramic plates of the restaurant, the presence of each person enough to make the entire table lively. it was chan’s birthday today, and the gang decided to throw him a surprise birthday celebration at this fine dining restaurant. it was quite the surprise that minho was the one who suggested it, considering that the man was pretty tight with his finance. chan and the rest could only thank him for having to throw such a lavish birthday celebration from minho’s kindness.

“so, 23, huh?” jeongin flashed the birthday boy a bright grin, one that made chan smile himself. “do we officially have the rights to call you “boomer”, boomer?”

the entire table lit up at jeongin’s teasing, each of the guys chorusing in a chant towards their eldest while the man of the hour could only swat his hand at such the name, as if telling all of them to stop. “i am not a boomer, guys. i’m still as much as a gen z as all you guys are.”

“oh, you are so a boomer!” felix scoffed, nudging chan by the arm. “you literally hold your phone up and ask us “so, what do you click in order to go to my gallery?” or “ah, so this is how the generation of today uses tiktok!”“

chan rolled his eyes at this, trying not to mind the high fives his friends gave each other (and the way jisung choked on his garlic bread). “hey, in my defense, it was a brand new phone! how the hell was i supposed to know how you kids did those stupid dances and whatnot.”

“okay, boomer.”

the laughter boomed across the table once more, and they didn’t care if the people stared. the bunch weren’t really the type to have formal parties such as these nowadays, assuming that all of them had little to earn each week and four weeks a month to completely slack off on takeout and extra nap times. they weren’t exactly the bougie type, in fact seungmin was the most bougie out of all of them. the man had a good monthly pay in his salary anyway, and he was a happy virus at work. the people love him, and his charisma is enough to send restaurants offering discounts on their bill. they can just say that they’re lucky to have a friend like seungmin.

that’s the thing, however. where was seungmin?

“um, guys,” woojin cleared his throat, and gestured towards the missing chair beside hyunjin. “where’s seungmin?”

the laughter died down instantly and veered their train of vision towards the empty seat of their table. stunned to the sudden disappearance of their friend, they all blinked, oblivious as to what happened to the guy. “he’s probably in the bathroom.” hyunjin ventured a guess, probably to state the obvious. the rest bought it, though with hesitation, and just continued on with their conversation as if believing hyunjin’s guess.

hyunjin’s guess was true. seungmin was in the bathroom. the only thing hyunjin didn’t get right was that seungmin was in the bathroom cubicle with a girl pinned against the cubicle door and with his lips smashed passionately against hers, tongues caught in a sloppy frenzy and hands roaming all over each other.

talk about being bougie.

“wow,” you gasped between kisses, your hands slipping to grip seungmin’s arms, “for a guy who’s done this for the first time, you’re amazingly good at making out.” you let out a quiet moan when seungmin grazed his hips closer to yours, and placed his knee between your legs, drawing pressure against your clothed entrance, and that was enough for him to smirk against your bottom lip before sucking on it gently and licking the strawberry gloss of your throbbing lips.

the pleasure sounded from your throat as you whimpered against him, raking his hair out of his face and tugging at his roots, testing to see if he would like such a thing. your ego heightened when he sighed euphorically against your lips, and you let him take his sweet time when his lips traveled against your neck, his hot kisses hitting your sensitive spot instantly. as much as you knew that time was running short, and you both knew that your friends would begin to wonder where you two went, you never wanted this to end. it was the only the time that you both were able to experience a no-strings-attached relationship; just two strangers making out in a public bathroom where their moans could be heard across the cubicle. as much as you two would get caught, none of you minded.

“you look so good right now, you know that?” seungmin husked against your lips, and rose to peck your lips gently before pulling you up against the cubicle door. you didn’t know what to say, as your vision was blurred with lust and your hearing was clouded from the pants you made. all you ever did was whimper against seungmin’s touch when his hand ran up your thigh to replace his knee with his hand, fingers working magically against your entrance, stimulating your arousal. you threw your head against seungmin’s neck to muffle the moans, and spread your legs wider to feel his fingers in your entrance.

“more, minnie.” you muffled against his nape, bringing your body closer to him and gripping his hips to feel some more friction. “please, put them in, for the love of god.”

suddenly, seungmin stopped, as if gaining consciousness from his surroundings around him. his hand immediately left your underwear the moment you said that, and he immediately staggered backwards, eyes wide and innocent, something different prior to the gaze he held earlier. you both stared each other for a good second, trying to catch your breaths, processing what you just did. seungmin was the first to speak up in a while, his voice low and regretful. “god, oh god, what did i just do? i made out with a complete stranger! this--this isn’t me, this is so not me.”

then, he stared at you, and you were beginning to feel guilt pooling when his look seem dejected, as if deciphering all the wrong doings he did in his life. it’s not like you didn’t care either. this isn’t something that you would do. the both of you acted on impulse, but if you were to look on the bright side, you both achieved a no-strings-attached fling. even though, you sighed, shaking your head at him. “you’re right. this isn’t me either. god, we’re both so stupid!”

seungmin watched as you made your way towards the closed toilet and slumped on it, running your hands over your face. the man sighed at your figure, so small, so sad, and fixed himself up a little to save himself some time. “well, if it helps,” he then went over to you and lifted your face, his smile suddenly sweet and comforting. “that was the best makeout session i ever had. you really are something, [first name].”

this brought a smile to your face as you let seungmin fix you up; he adjusted your bra strap, straightened your skirt, and tucked a messy strand over your ear. you weren’t going to lie, but this touches seemed much sweeter than the previous ones that you’ve felt from him, you didn’t know what to make of that. “thanks, seungmin. sex-wise, you seem like a cool guy. i wish we could’ve met on different circumstances.”

“i wish so as well.” seungmin murmured gently, before he rose up and unlocked the cubicle door. “come on, we gotta get out of here. we can’t leave our friends hanging.”

you looked at him for a few moments before rising up yourself, exiting the cubicle per seungmin’s demand. as you both were about to open the bathroom door, you stopped short at the exit, and faced seungmin. “can we...can we start over? what we did back there was amazing, but it isn’t something that we should be known for, if we were to put a label on this thing. i think you’re an amazing guy, seungmin. i feel like i wouldn’t want to waste meeting a man like you.”

seungmin nodded, pressing his lips in an understatement. “of course we can. i’d like to get to more about you, [first name]. say, how about we go out for dinner here? next saturday, probably. my treat, considering i’m the one who came onto you and all that.” his voice went smaller by the word, and it seemed that he was bashful to even have started this whole thing. you thought that it was endearing, seeing him all flustered like that. it was one of the things you decided to add to the list of reasons to fall for seungmin, but you didn’t tell him that. not yet, anyway.

“i would love that.” is all you said, before you both made your separate ways. you could never forget the bright smile that seungmin emitted from your answering, and seungmin could never forget the way you giggled as you said that, making his heart do little somersaults at his happiness.

everybody went on a total interrogation phase when seungmin arrived his seat, each of his friends bombarding him with questions of his disappearance and the suspicions of his wrinkled shirt and slightly unkempt hair. well, each of his friends except for changbin, who only sat there sipping his margarita while staring into a different space. let’s just say he’s heard some stuff while he was at the bathroom and decided not to comment on it to the rest of the bunch. that would just be stealing chan’s thunder anyway.

#stray kids imagines #stray kids scenarios #stray kids smut #ok and a bit of fluff too #stray kids #skz #kim seungmin #kim seungmin smut #honbinnies writes #hi this is my comeback #i honestly think its a lil sloppy but hey #we get chans birthday #seungmin making out w u #AND RE-ACQUAINTANCE AINT THAT COOL #remember: im a vanilla smut writer #and that cockwarming blurb might be posted after new years lmao sorry #cheers!

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yyxgin · 3 years

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dunnae worrae bestie ❣️ life gets in the way sometimes (and responsibilities)

okay so i just liked the kind of air to love alarm? idk it just made me feel like i was somewhere else bc i felt the production quality was that high. some of it was questionable i do agree w that but also song kang is total heart-eyes 😍 and meteor garden was sweet for like a minute each episode and the rest was me groaning in agony just wishing dong shancai would snipe daoming si’s mother. shancai did so much too?? like four episodes in she won a cooking competition against a girl who had literally been professionally training to impress one of the boys ✋ but shancai literally came from almost nothing. also — i’ve never been more frustrated w a drama than meteor garden like sis was literally dirt poor, came close to being evicted twice and her parents moved back to their fisherman hometown leaving her in shanghai (i think?) to make money bc they couldn’t afford the city but she had the newest phone 🛑✋

very early on in my kpop days i had no idea who to bias or however that worked and i was like ‘well i like stray kids i’ll just buy an album’ anyway one of the pc’s i pulled was a polaroid type thing for changbin and i said to my friend wow that’s such a boyfriend picture and that’s the story of how i ulted changbin. im so blasé about so much it’s worrying sometimes 🙀🙄✌️✌️ im not too bad about watching things. i used to struggle a lot but bc i’ve trained myself to read fast enough to see the subs and then flicker to the scene on screen so i don’t get bored. i do feel sometimes as if i am following when i’m looking at my phone but realistically i shouldn’t be this bold 😬

noice!! i’m still new to adulting but i’m p sure ive been at it for longer than i think. when i was fifteen and working in a hotel i was asked if when i was finished for the summer i was going back to uni 🤡 all i keep thinking about is finally having a job again and being able to spend an entire pay check on albums ngl i haven’t impulsively bought anything recently and i’m itching to be irresponsible w my money again 🤠 i know some girls who have preordered all the versions of dream and MAN am i tempted 😭😭😭 this is getting so out of hand at this point i’m going to have to strap myself to my bed until june this is not it ☹️

i have read for nct members certain members are more popular in like eastern us? i imagine it’s to encourage trading or to buy more albums so i could only guess that’s what’s happened to me w mamamoo 😭 theyre thé only gg i am properly into. i didn’t want to be thirsting over boys all the time bc... idk i just wanted some variation so mamamoo it was! twice is too many people for now (don’t even say but nct has 23, ik ik but i was only on my second group and i refused to acknowledge more than one unit for like 7 months bc i was scared) and blackpink has like 2 songs 🤡🤡 i added this bot called zephyr to my discord server and me and my friend roll for collectible kpop cards (it’s p neat and i’ve found groups i wouldn’t have been able to find myself otherwise) and she’s helped me discover so many groups! i think i was enjoying a fromis_9 song earlier <3

i’m always having good days these days 🥺 so i hope yours was good too!! also i don’t expect you to reply to these straight away (bc they’re unnecessarily long) i just try my best to reply straight away otherwise i’ll forget i even sent sumn in the first place! ~🌻

the production quality was definitely very high with love alarm, it looked so nice and aesthetic :(( but like,,the storyline ?? when they kissed in the first ep?? i- that was it for me. i couldnt watch it any longer. my best friend finished it tho and i think she liked it,,so like-- fair.

PLEAAASE METEOR GARDEN SOUNDS SO MESSY i lowkey wanna watch it just for the shits and giggles now,,i can’t,,, like the cooking competition? that sounds like a fucking disney channel plot to a movie. i am all here for it tho

YOU HAVE A CHANGBIN POLAROID OKAY BESTIE I AM ON MY WAY TO ROB YOU NOW. DROP YOUR ADDRESS,,,DEADASS. AAAAH also i am bad at watching things to the point when i forget to turn on the subtitles sometimes and then get surprised when i dont understand a shit anD THATS when i realise somethings wrong.

i am so new to adulting pls,, this is my first part time job and i also didn’t have a bank account until literally today. i am a babie,, i couldn’t even do things by myself like i can’t fucking order for myself in the restaurant because i am socially anxious hihi. bUT i figured working with people might help me get rid of that and i am also fullfiling my childhood dream of working behind the cash register now, so that’s cool. the only thing i need now is to graduate, go to uni and do my driver’s licence and then i’ll be adulting for real imo

i am really good with money surprisingly?? i dont spend much, because i dont have money lmao and when i do i keep it because i just like the thought of having money and not the actual spending. YOUR FRIEND BOUGHT ALL THE VERSIONS OF THE DREAM ALBUM??? LOWKEY ME FDKAJ no but fr i think i’m just gonna order the boring version once i start working because it fits my aesthetic the most and i love the concept photos. also if i pull that one specific renjun photocard i might just cry my eyes out but i’ll be happy with anyone bc i literally ult the entirity of dream at this point.

ooh i dont really enjoy the sound of girlgroups i think ?? i need some noise if you know what i mean :( im not into like chill songs that much. bUT uhh i like itzy and i am gay for them pls. i also havent listened to their comeback yet so i am a fake fan i guess but i’ll fix that soon i prOMISE

i am doing well and i am also glad you are doing well !! <3 your asks make me so happy dfjka i finally dont feel as invisible on this stupid site lmao. also thanks for understanding that i dont reply that quick, but i tend to just uhh leave things be for a while ?? like i get a message and i dont always reply straight away for some reason. but yea. thank you !! <3

#💌ask #🌻 anon

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dammitadolfnomorecake · 4 years

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Once Bitten, Twice Stupid prt.52

Keith couldn’t believe Lance bought him a puppy. An actual puppy. A real life puppy purchased with him in mind. He’d never thought he able to actually have his own pet, let alone a puppy. His boyfriend insisted on paying for, and carrying, everything they’d bought at the pet store, other than his new and very precious little puppy. He’d seen the little puppy trying to get everyone’s attention. None of the other puppies were playing with him, or paying any attention to him. The puppy kind of reminded him a bit of Lance in the way he fell on his back and bottom each time he tried to jump up at the plastic side of his cage. He was clumsy, with big paws and bigger ears, but he was so warm and tiny against him. Shiro wouldn’t approve, but if the puppy was staying at Lance’s then his brother couldn’t really be mad.

Sent to sit in the front of Lance’s car, Lance loaded up the back. His boyfriend seemed to take forever, and Keith was confused that he seemed to be talking to someone. Climbing into the driver’s seat, Keith noticed he was on the phone, which explained the random talking. Thanking whoever was on the other end, his boyfriend grinned at him

“Guess what?”

“What?”

“I called the vet I usually take Blue to. They don’t have an opening today, but they can see our handsome little man tomorrow afternoon”

Keith frowned. What if there was something wrong with him? What if the puppy didn’t like him? What if the vet found something wrong and they had to put the puppy down? He didn’t want to lose his puppy already... but it’d be on par with his life if he did. Reaching over, Lance ruffled his hair when he thought his boyfriend was going to pat the puppy

“Hey. He’s a good doggo. It’s for his needles. We can’t take him to the park until he’s had his injections. The puppies they get are rescues, they all get basic vet checks before hand. You heard what was said, this little dude has been waiting for weeks to meet his human. You’re allowed to be happy right now. You’re allowed to love him already, because he’s goddamn adorable”

“It feels like this is too good to be true... I didn’t... I don’t...”

Shit. He was getting teary. A fish was one thing, but a puppy was another. Lance pulled him to a one armed hug, kissing his hair as he did

“Hey, you deserve good things. And this puppy, he’s going to be your responsibility. Shiro might not be cool with a puppy right now, but once he’s bigger and out of his chewing phase, he’ll be able to stay with you in the apartment. Let yourself have this. Because you’re the one going to be cleaning up all his messes”

Keith snorted wetly, raising his head to look at Lance

“Sorry...”

“Don’t be. People are quick to judge but trauma never really leaves us. You don’t have to hide that side away from me. I’m already a sucker for you and those galaxy eyes. It’s like you’ve got the whole cosmos in there”

He’d spent years bullied for them. They were the only thing Krolia had gifted him other than 40 weeks free rent in her womb... No that wasn’t being fair. She had no idea his dad would die and leave him behind

“People never liked my eyes”

“I do. They’re pretty amazing”

Lance wouldn’t lie, but he couldn’t find it in him to believe him completely

“They called me a freak”

Lance raised his top lip to expose his teeth

“As a freak, I can promise you that you have a long way to go before you’re one of us”

That was kind of true, but Keith didn’t mind Lance’s fangs. His boyfriend better at controlling them so he only cut Keith’s a little bit when they kissed now

“I don’t know...”

“I do. Now, let’s go introduce this little one to Mami. She’s going to love him. But that’s only if you want to. You can totally wait in the car with him and I won’t be offended at all”

Keith didn’t want Luis to see his new puppy. But he kind of wanted to see Miriam happy. She was important to Lance, which made her important to him. Kind of how that elevated Shiro from annoying brother

“I’ll think about it”

“I can always ask the staff and make sure Lisa and Luis aren’t there”

“No... I don’t want to kick them out”

“Zero pressure, babe”

Keith blinked at being called “babe”

“That’s like the third time you’ve called me that”

Lance’s cheeks hinted red

“If it makes you uncomfortable...”

“No. No... it’s... kind of nice. Makes me feel wanted”

That hint of red bloomed, as Lance smiled at him

“Babe. Keith. Other father to our new puppy, I want you. I want you around and in my life. I’ll take as much of you as I can get”

Keith felt awkward under the praise

“I thought you wanted to wait for that?”

It was Lance’s turn to blink

“Did you just... wait... what?”

“You started it”

“And now I’m not going to be able to stop thinking about it. Thanks, babe”

Keith leaned in, pressing a small kiss to Lance’s lips. He wanted to remember this feeling. Him, his puppy, and his boyfriend, all being happy

“You’re welcome”

“Keith, what is that?”

Sitting on the sofa with Curtis, Shiro was the only other person in the house when they finally got home. He’d been carrying his puppy around the whole time, the little pup deciding to pee in his lap as Lance drove them back to Garrison. He’d had a big drink while they visited Miriam, who’d had carefully pats with the excitable pups

“My jeans got wet?”

That wasn’t what Shiro was asking. Keith didn’t want to fight, but his puppy needed food and he needed a shower

“Don’t tell me Lance has turned into a puppy. Actually, tell me Lance turned into a puppy and you two didn’t buy a dog”

Carrying the shopping in behind him, Lance laughed at Shiro

“If you don’t know what a puppy looks like by now, you never will. And he’s not a “that”, he’s a “him””

Walking over to the space in front of the television, Lance dropped the bags from the pet store

“You got a dog?”

Keith shifted his weight. He knew it’d been too good to last. Lance didn’t seem to care, stretching after placing the bags down as he nodded

“Yep, we got a puppy. I mean, Keith’s kind of like a big puppy, but now we’ve got a little puppy”

“How does visiting Miriam result in Keith coming home with a puppy?”

Keith bit his bottom lip. He didn’t want to cry. Not in front of Shiro and Curtis, who were sitting too close to each other. Coming up behind him, Lance wrapped his arms around Keith’s waist

“I think he’s pretty cute, and so’s the puppy. Yeah, he’s Keith’s, but, big but here, until he’s trained and a little older he’ll be living here at the house”

Shiro sighed as pinched the bridge of his nose

“Okay. Okay. But how? Why?”

“This little dudes been waiting weeks to be adopted. He’s the cutest little pupperino, and he does like the biggest pees ever. That reminds me, you need to take a shower. I’ll watch over our little man while you get cleaned up, then you can feed him. And I have to find Blue. I have to tell her about this”

Lance kissed neck, just below his ear, before whispering

“It’s okay. You’ve done nothing wrong”

Then why did it feel like he had. Who was he kidding? He couldn’t just have a puppy out of nowhere. Slipping around him, Lance put himself between him and Shiro

“Now, gimme the puppy. I want cuddles with our resident cutie’s cutie”

When Lance took the tiny puppy, Keith instantly missed him. He didn’t handle things too gracefully as he all but ran from the room and up to Lance’s. Shiro wasn’t happy. He wasn’t happy and Keith had made him that way. A horrible sick feeling set in, because he really didn’t want to have to return the puppy. Those display boxes at the pet store were no place for animals. This little puppy probably had a hard enough life as it was. Lance had said it was okay... so why couldn’t Shiro be okay with it?

Lance waited until he heard the shower turn on upstairs before redirecting his attention from the puppy in his arms to Shiro

“Okay, right. Did you have to scare him off like that?”

Shiro raised an eyebrow at him

“What do you mean?”

“I mean, you upset him and it’s not cool”

“Lance...”

“I get it. A puppy is a big deal. A pet is a big responsibility and you guys work crazy hours. What I don’t get is breaking Keith’s heart like this. He’s certain that he doesn’t deserve a dog. That he’s not allowed to be happy about it. A dog is a serious commitment. They’re not like a cat, even if Blue is a damn princess. But you should have seen him, Shiro. He was so happy. He’s been so happy since he held him the first time”

“We’re barely home with work”

Lance could see both sides here. But Keith was his boyfriend, and the puppy was his idea

“That’s why this little one will stay here. Maybe he was an impulse buy, but Keith deserves this happiness. He was so scared to tell you. He’s been scared since we left Platt. This little dude has been waiting weeks to be adopted. It was like... like they were waiting for each other without knowing it”

Shiro tiredly scrubbed at his face, with a soft sigh

“I’m not trying to be the bad guy. We would have a dog if we’d been in the position. But as you said, they’re a lot of work. I’m scared he’s not going to take things well if something was to happen”

“I get that. I don’t want to hurt Keith. I know it was rash and impulsive, but... His happiness... He was so happy. Out here is safer while he’s growing up. He’s got space to move with no traffic. I’ll work on getting him toilet trained, but Keith will do most of the training. This pup is for him. Even if... we don’t work out, I still want to know he had a friend there for him. No offence but there’s some things you can’t say out loud, so we say them to our pets”

“I guess... He is kind of cute”

“The dog or your brother?”

Shiro rolled his eyes at him

“You really want me to answer that?”

“Nope. Here. Have a cuddle and get him used to you both. I’m going to check on Keith”

Keith felt better for having showered. He didn’t know how to face Shiro, yet he was happy to no longer be covered in puppy pee. Thinking Lance as downstairs, he nearly dropped his towel in surprise when he found Lance sitting on the end of his bed, waiting for him

“Careful, don’t go dropping that towel”

“I... what... where’s the puppy?”

Keith didn’t mean to focus on the puppy, but Shiro wasn’t happy about it and now the puppy wasn’t with Lance

“Uncle Shiro is having cuddles. I’m letting our little dude work his magic on his uncle. Come sit next to me”

Keith did as Lance said, sitting down beside his boyfriend. Taking him by the hand, Lance interlaced their fingers

“Now. I had a talk with Shiro and explained that the puppy would be staying here for now”

“He wasn’t happy”

“No, but, he understands now. And he’s okay. It might have been impulsive, but if you hadn’t adopted him, I would have. Blue was all the company I needed. Well, Pidge and Hunk too, but I think having a dog around might be good thing too”

“You would have got him because of me?”

“Yes and no. Mostly yes, but that puppy, he didn’t ask to be born. He didn’t ask not to find a loving family, or to be surrendered. I know pet shops have rules and regulations but whenever I’m there I just want to take all the animals home. When I saw the way you looked at him, I knew you were seeing yourself, weren’t you?”

Keith didn’t know what to say to that. Yeah. He had. He’d been alone and ignored for years. He’d never been enough, no matter how good he was. He didn’t have his family and he never felt like he belonged at any of his foster families. He’d been a run away when Shiro had found him. So jaded and warped by life that he’d made Shiro’s life as hard as possible trying to drive him away

“Maybe...”

“I know your past is hard to talk about, but you can talk to me. Have you thought of a name yet?”

“No... I mean, every name seems... not right”

“You’re over thinking things. You and your galaxy eyes have the right name in there somewhere. Blue got her name from her Blue eyes. She was vicious as a kitten and that just made her cuter”

Lance was back on about his eyes again. Maybe... maybe they weren’t as weird as he thought? Maybe... he... maybe he was starting to like the colour thanks to his boyfriend. Shiro had reassured him like a million times over them, but this wasn’t his brother feeling obligated

“Do you really think they look like that?”

“What looks like what?”

“My eyes?”

Leaning in Lance kissed him softly, his lips against his as spoke, free hand coming up to cup Keith’s cheek

“I could get lost in them. They’re beautiful, like the rest of you. You’ve got your own little galaxy happening in there”

Keith malfunctioned. Awkwardly replying

“Your eyes are... pretty too... like the ocean and shit”

Lance drew back with a laugh, Keith internally dying that little bit more on the wake of fucking up his compliment

“Like the ocean and shit... shit isn’t pretty”

“Oh shut up”

Way to make him feel embarrassed

“I’m sorry... it was so you I couldn’t help but laugh. Anyway mine are just blue”

“It’s a nice blue, arsehole”

“My arsehole isn’t blue, but Blue is an arsehole”

He couldn’t fucking win

“I give up”

Lance shook his head, laughter dying down

“Sorry. Sorry, I shouldn’t have laughed. As for the puppy, you have nothing to worry about. Shiro and Curtis are bonding over him. I’m not trying to eavesdrop, but they think he’s pretty cute”

“You think he’ll let me have him?”

“Babe, the puppy is already yours. I’d give you the whole cosmo if that meant making you smile like you were today”

Just like that warmth was filling his chest and his heart was doing stupid things

“I don’t want the whole cosmos...”

“I know. Hey, do you like space?”

The question made Keith draw his brow in confusion

“Why?”

“Because I’ve got an idea”

Lance seemed excited about whatever this idea was

“I’m glad you do, because I have no idea what you’re on about”

“I was thinking if you liked space we could give him a space name to go with those eyes of yours. So when you’re with your puppy, you can remember that you have someone in your life that thinks they’re pretty. Like, even if it doesn’t work out between us, I’ll never stop disliking you or your eyes... Man, it sounded much lamer when I say it out loud”

It was lame. Very lame and very Lance

“I... um... don’t know”

“Cosmo. But with a “K”, like for Keith. So it’s K-O-S-M-O”

Lance was way too excited now

“That’s a dumb name. I was kind of waiting for him to tell me his name in his own way”

Lance sighed at him

“I thought I was onto something there. Then I’d have my own galaxy and Kosmo...”

Keith felt himself starting to smile

“I thought the puppy was mine?”

“He is. But I’ve got you... so you know, by default and all that”

Lance was making him stupid with happiness. Lance didn’t judge him, nor had he pushed the topic

“You really like me, don’t you?”

Lance frowned at him, his expression slightly wounded

“Isn’t that obvious?”

“It is... but I wonder if it’s too obvious. Like you’re trying too hard to see anything in me”

Lance sighed at him, leaning in again this time to rest his forehead against Keith’s

“That’s because you don’t see your own worth, idiot. You’re all “Me hunt! Me stab!”, when you wanna be all “cuddle me”. You’re not the tough guy you think you are”

“I’m pretty tough...”

“And very manly. And very sexy. For an idiot hunter who convinced he’d gotten himself turned”

Keith wasn’t about to let Lance win again

“Just how sexy am I?”

“Ummm... like very sexy”

“Like sexy and shit?”

Lance didn’t laugh like he thought his boyfriend would, instead he nodded, practically whispering

“Very sexy and shit”

It felt right to kiss him. Lance responding openly, Keith’s hands finding Lance, pulling on him until his boyfriend was in his lap. The towel wasn’t offering much in the way of modesty, and Lance’s kisses were making him dizzy. Hungry and horny, they kissed less than innocently, Lance starting to grind against Keith’s semi. Holding his boyfriend’s hip, Keith body rocked to meet Lance on instinct, Lance’s sweet moans lost in the kisses. Then Keith was in his back, Lance diving back in for more kisses.

When Lance finally pulled back, his eyes were half lidded, sweetness starting to roll off of him

“We better stop”

Keith didn’t want to stop. Not with Lance in his lap like this

“Why?”

“Because I don’t know if I can hold back”

“Then don’t”

“Keith...”

A trace of warning hung in Lance’s tone. The day had been all over the place but it was one of the best days of Keith’s whole life. Their “not a date but a shopping trip” had felt a lot like he thought a date should feel like

“I’m not saying we have to do anything, but if you want to, I want to do it with you. Not because of your heat, but... because... I really like you”

Lance’s eyes widened

“Keith... I...”

“I really like you too. And today... today is a day I never want to forget”

“I don’t want to rush you. Or pressure you. We don’t have to...”

“No. No. It’s okay... I want to be... with you”

And he did. Sometimes Lance could be an arsehole, sometimes he messed up and made his boyfriend feel shitty, but at the end of the day, he wanted to be with Lance. He wanted to be physical, or try to be physical, with his boyfriend

“Okay”

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Remoras Full Chapter XXIV: Year of the Tiger

For the longest time, all I remembered was that I was eight when it happened. Eight and a few months sounded right. Then came Remora and Ray. Weird boring lady and penguin man. Few months later came Demetria. Silly small person. By then, I must have been nine. Maybe I wasn’t, but I wanted to be so I was. My brain was dumb, though. It totally forgot about birthdays.

Not that it told me what my birthday was. That was also dumb! It just made me not think about it. I still didn’t know when and I was sure if I remembered more things, my birthday would be the number one. It hasn’t been a year since I was nine, but it was almost, so I needed to say something because it was important that everyone knew.

I should get a pot and a stick and bang it so everyone will know to come over to me! That would be smart! Was what the old me would think. I still thought that way, but I was smarter. I was ten. Or I was almost. Ten year olds did smarter things. I will knock on everyone’s doors and tell them one by one. That will be easiest and most polite.

Sunny and Ray didn’t have a door, but they had a thing that opened up in the ceiling. I could knock on that. So I went into the kitchen and grabbed a ladder. Then brought it over to where their little attic room was (it was big actually but it’s little when I can’t see it) and started knocking. Yes, a few knocks in, I remembered that stairs opened up from the little string thing on the ceiling, but it was too late for that. The knocking had begun.

“Attention! Attention! We need to celebrate my birthday!” I yelled while knocking. I tried to yell quietly, since Demetria’s room was real close to where I was, but that was hard to do. Not wanting to be rude, I added, “please and thank you!”

Behind me, the door opened. It was more like a slam as the one who slept there rushed out.

“What’s going on? Why’s there yelling so early in the morning? Is everyone okay?” Demetria asked, sounding all worried.

“Hi, we need to celebrate my birthday,” I turned around and explained in the easiest way possible.

“What?! Today’s your birthday?!” She just about yelled too. I shushed her.

“No, but we need to celebrate it,” I cleared up the confusion for her. That should’ve made her happy but she just closed her mouth and stared at me. Then, she opened her mouth and asked:

“Can I go back to bed?”

“Yeah. Go ahead.”

I waited a little longer and no answer from the adults upstairs. So I decided to go down and go back to bed as well. Or really, the sleeping bag I slept in, since I slept on the floor. Remora was a bed hog. It was better back when I had a room in her house, but I guess that can’t really happen anymore. Gotta make do, even if I also gotta complain about it.

When I walked in, Remora was spread out on the bed with one leg hanging off and one of the many blankets she slept with fallen on the floor.

“Mine now,” I muttered.

Remora also muttered. Sometimes she talked in her sleep. A lot of times she wakes up and wakes me up. I’d just hear a gasp and then a jolt up. I didn’t know a lot of what she said, but I heard something like, “no, a snuggie won’t help, but I do want one” and “no talk. Only snuggie.” Whatever a snuggie was, she sure wanted one. Other greatest sleep talk hits included things like, “you’re like Thumbelina and I’m the snow queen,” or “I want to cry but I can’t.”

She sure liked to call others confusing but she ought to look in the mirror sometime because most of the time she just says and does weird things.

Anyway, I went to sleep pretty fast. It wasn’t hard because I was good at sleeping. I had to be, since Remora’s own habits of waking up also woke me up a lot. Just a little after getting back to sleep, though, I heard something crash and someone yell and I sat up and my eyes were wide.

Remora ran out of the room. I was still too tired for that, but I was smart enough to know what that sound was.

“I forgot to put the ladder away…” I muttered.

Out in the hallway I heard Ray yell. Yes, something I didn’t hear much.

“Who put the ladder there?!” He cried out. He sounded less angry and more like he just hurt himself. He probably did. “Was it you, Demetria?”

“I’ve been in my room this whole time!” Demetria shouted back with her squeaky and also tired voice.

“Indeed, she wouldn’t. Demetria is a good bean. Those are just the facts,” Remora added in with her dull voice.

“Uh, thanks?”

Again with the weird talk. I didn’t know how she was a good or bad bean because she was a person and not a bean. Jelly beans were good beans, but she wasn’t a jelly bean. But jelly beans were sweet, so maybe Remora was calling Demetria sweet! Whatever she meant, it didn’t matter because it made no sense and the ladder thing was the real issue.

I was still in the room in my sleeping bag while they continued to talk. I wanted to tell them that I was the one who got the ladder out, but then they might think I was trying to injure people on purpose. So instead, I thought of a better solution.

I walked out of the room and stood in front of the four (Sunny was there too). None of them seemed to notice me even though I knocked on the ceiling earlier.

“You’re probably wondering why I gathered you here today!” I put my hands on my hips and announced. Everyone then looked at me.

“I wasn’t wondering that at all,” Sunny replied and blinked. Like it was some big surprise to her.

“How cunning. To think Tigershark was the true villain all along,” Remora despite her flat voice also sounded really surprised.

“That’s right! You’re all here to celebrate my birthday!” I told them.

Ray and Sunny looked at each other. Remora looked at the other three. Demetria looked back in her room.

“Can I go back to bed?” She asked.

“No!” I yelled this time. “You haven’t told me happy birthday!”

“But you told me earlier it wasn’t actually your birthday,” she whined.

“That doesn’t matter! We never celebrated my ninth birthday and I’m pretty sure I’m more than nine now! I might even be ten!”

Again, everyone looked at each other and then panicked.

“Did we all just totally forget about her birthday?” Sunny asked.

“I don’t even know when it is,” Ray shrugged and shook his head.

“Your birthday never crossed my mind. I’ve never even celebrated my own birthday,” Remora told me.

“What? We should celebrate your birthday too!” Demetria turned to Remora and said. Then she looked back at me and added, “yeah, I’ll be honest, it never crossed my mind either. Sorry ‘bout that.”

“That’s okay!” I grinned. “We’ll just celebrate it now!”

Ray gave a soft laugh. “That’s a novel idea. I’ll bake a cake for you,” he lifted a finger as if he was really smart.

“Are we doing presents and the whole shebang?” Demetria asked. As if it wasn’t obvious.

“I’ve heard of people having presents on their birthdays before…” Remora sounded like she was lost in thought. “Can’t remember where I heard it, though.”

“Yes! Presents! Cake!” I jumped for joy before dialing it back. “But none of that’s important! Just as long as you acknowledge my birthday and sing happy birthday to me!”

(Even though I said that, I’d still love some cake and presents)

“Cool. Which year we celebrating? Nine or ten?” Demetria asked. Again, I thought it would be obvious but I guess not.

“Ten! Definitely ten! I’m probably almost ten anyway!” That should’ve cleared everything up. Though knowing how dense Demetria could be, it probably cleared nothing.

“Uh, right. Don’t you know when your birthday is?”

“I’ve got a general idea! It’s not important!” It was rather embarrassing that I couldn’t quite remember. If my head wasn’t such a fog when it came to before the whole thing with my...err...I didn’t want to think about it. So maybe that’s why it wasn’t coming to me.

“Later today we’ll do cake and sing happy birthday to you, okay?” Sunny winked at me and grinned. It was hard to say ‘no. Not okay’ to that.

“Yes! Later! We also need a dinner!” I can’t believe I almost forgot such a thing.

“Ooh! What do you want for dinner?” Sunny asked.

“Macaroni!” I decided at random. I couldn’t be bothered to give it a lot of thought and for once I wanted a simple kid type meal. Macaroni was good for that.

Sunny gave a thumbs up and said, “I’ll have Ray make that for you!”

So the day went like normal, except at lunchtime when I had a peanut butter and jelly sandwich, Demetria came over and told me to close my eyes.

“Why?” I asked her.

“Just keep them closed! I’ll be right back!” She told me. So I closed my eyes and heard her run off. When she got back over, something was put on my head.

“Okay now open!” She said and I did so. I felt around on top of my head and pulled down what she put on me. It landed on my lap and it was a big hat.

“It’s a sombrero,” she explained to me. “I sto – er…impulse bought it a while ago. It doesn’t really suit me now, so I think it would fit better on you.”

I grinned and put it back on and shook my head really fast so the strings on it would shake about.

“Thank you!” I reached over and gave her a tight hug around her waist. She started making gagging sounds.

“Too tight!” She gasped for breath. I let go.

“Fine, I guess that free hug can also be your not-birthday present. Jeez, why you gotta be so strong?” She asked, and without waiting for an answer, left while shaking her head.

I finished up my sandwich and then decided to go off into the room to knit something. Ray taught me a while ago but I never really got the hang of it. I got really good at it at first and then got bored of it and learned more cooking.

“I think I’ll knit a snuggie...oh, but I don’t know what a snuggie looks like…” I thought out loud.

Remora must have overheard as she came into the room and showed me a picture on her phone of a snuggie. Her hand shook while she held it up to me.

“Study it,” she told me. “Study it and make it for me. Please.”

“It’s my birthday. I’m making myself something. Maybe I’ll make a cape,” I said right back to her. She looked down and tried to make a pouty face, but I stuck my tongue out. Defeated, she left the room and I was free to make whatever.

...I didn’t make anything. I spent all that time thinking of what I wanted to make and I forgot to get string. In the end, I tied the blanket that fell from Remora’s bed over my shoulders and wore it as a cape. Then I took a nap.

Later at dinner, there was a big bowl of macaroni and I almost ate the whole thing. I think I could have but I needed to save some room for the cake. After I finished eating macaroni, Ray brought the cake out and Sunny brought everyone else out. The cake was chocolate and had a frosting sculpture of a tiger with a shark’s tail. Written on it with green frosting said ‘happy something, Tigershark’.

Ray cut up slices for everyone and of course gave me the biggest slice. There was also a candle on mine.

“Well, not something I had planned for the day, but let’s all sing happy birthday, ‘kay?” Ray told everyone else. They all nodded and began singing. Their voices were bad but I appreciated the effort and Sunny was the loudest. She sounded the most into it and liked she was having fun. After that was done, I clapped and blew out the candle.

“Did you make a wish?” Sunny asked. I looked up at her and was surprised.

“I was supposed to do that?!” I yelled.

She nodded and to make me feel better, said, “It’s not too late. Just don’t say it out loud!”

I thought about what I wanted to wish for. Closing my eyes and thinking about whatever made me think of when I met Astraea and how she taught me about praying.

It would be nice to meet Astraea again. Or someone my own age, too. I guess that’s my wish, I thought to myself, then out loud said, “amen.”

“That last part wasn’t necessary,” Ray did a little laugh to himself and said to me.

“I know! I just felt like it!” I told him right back.

Ray then reached behind him and handed me a cloth and another hat. Both of them were white and the hat looked like a loaf of bread.

“It’s a chef’s hat and apron, since you like to cook,” he told me.

It was true that I liked to cook but I didn’t think about that at first. I was focused on the hat.

“That makes two now!” I announced. “I’m going to be a hat collector!”

Ray laughed. “There you go. Do whatever you wish with your gifts.”

I got down from my seat and went over and hugged Ray.

“Oof!” He went, then patted my head. “Go back and finish your cake, okay?”

I nodded and smiled, then went back and sat down.

Remora then leaned over and picked something up. I didn’t quite make out it was but then she looked at me with her glare like I said or did something wrong.

“Ha...happy...here…” Her hands wobbled like they were going to fall off and it seemed less like she was cold and more just nervous. She then pushed whatever was in her hand onto my lap.

I looked down. It felt soft and fluffy. Black fur and all. It had a smell to it, like what clothes get when they’re wet and sit out too long. But I didn’t mind that. I ran my hand through it and it felt so familiar…

It wasn’t hard to figure out why. Memories of that day showed up in my head. The fact that it looked a little dirty, too, made it hard to not remember. Even if it was a different one than the one I had, I think I would still remember the one I had before. But no, I could just tell that it was the same one.

Just like I did with two other people today, I hugged the thing in my lap. It was a penguin, but not a real one. Just a stuffed animal. But it’s been such a long time and I didn’t think I’d ever see that penguin again. Last time I saw it, I lived with my mom and dad in a research base. They were busy people and they wanted me to go live with my grandma and grandpa so I wouldn’t have to stop going to school, but I didn’t want to do that. I kept yelling at them and telling them I was okay with not going to school, I just wanted to be with them.

They gave up like they often did when I wanted something and I came with them. There was a little room for me there, much like the room I slept in with Remora. It was nice having my own room and I got to run around and watch them research. They were busy a lot though and didn’t want me to interrupt. Even though I called them dumb, they weren’t but I just wished they would pay more attention to me and that I could spend more time with them.

More things came to me, but it was still not very clear. It was all jumbled and there was a lot I still couldn’t seem to remember even though I felt like I was close to. What I could remember was that I was born sometime in the beginning of December, which meant my actual tenth birthday was a few months away. I remembered playing basketball with kids at recess. Then, there was my name. Also started with an ‘R’. But what stood out more was that I was called “Dizzy” a lot, because I ran around a lot.

“Oh no, she’s crying,” I heard Sunny’s voice even though I still had other thoughts I was focused on.

“Rotellina Littlewheel…” I mouthed the name. I also mouthed, “Dizzy.” No one else heard me.

“God damn it, this is all my fault. Well, I’ll just take it back and burn it,” Remora said, sounding like she just lost a game. My face really was all wet and I tried to wipe it off with the penguin’s arms but it didn’t quite work.

“No!” I yelled at her. Tears got in my mouth but I didn’t care. I got quieter because I didn’t want to seem mad. “I love it. Thank you.”

She looked at me and looked a little bit surprised.

“Well, yeah. I know I’m still a bit of a liar. Back when I first met you and I said I’d look for it for you, I said that I couldn’t find anything, but I did find it. I just thought it was better to hide it because it might have been too painful for you to look at. It didn’t mean a thing to me, but it might have meant something to you, so I wasn’t sure what else to do with it but hide it,” Remora explained. Her whole explanation was silly.

“It is painful, but I still like it,” I told her. “And also, you’re dumb. But I love you anyway.”

Remora took a step back and folded her arms.

“Don’t...don’t say things like that,” she said with what sounded like a stutter.

“What? The dumb thing? Sorry.”

“No. The other one. It’s not a good idea.”

Well that made me mad.

“So what! It’s true!” I squeezed my penguin as I yelled at her. My penguin needed a good wash, but first I needed to finish that cake.

“Sorry, Tiger, I didn’t know what to get for you,” Sunny told me while I ate cake. It was pretty yummy cake. I looked up at her and it seemed weird that she didn’t know what to get for me. She always seemed so full of ideas. Sunny was full of fun and she liked to go on adventures! That was well known.

“We can go on an adventure,” I told her while chewing the bits of cake in my mouth.

When I said that, everyone turned to Sunny. It got really awkward fast.

Ray looked like he was about to say no and when he opened his mouth it was pretty much that.

“Are you sure you want to do that? Her adventures aren’t exactly family-friendly.”

Good old Ray and his gibberish. Sunny looked at Ray and it looked like she was going to say something, but then Demetria interrupted.

“One time she took me on what she called a ‘girl’s night out’. Never again.”

“That’s ‘cause you’re chicken,” I stuck my tongue out and replied.

“That’s not it!” She argued with me. Then she turned her head away and added. “Honestly, you’re better suited for a trip with Sunny anyway.”

“Sunny is carefree and reckless and a bit of a loose cannon. Those are just facts,” Remora added.

“Hey! Hey! Stop scaring the kid! I can keep her safe! This is totally fine!” Sunny finally spoke. All it took was Remora stating ‘facts’.

“Got anywhere in mind?” Ray asked her.

Sunny closed her eyes and grinned.

“In fact, I do! We’ll spend the day in Switzerland! There’s talks of an ancient block of Swiss cheese in a cave somewhere. I hear it’s worth a fortune. There shouldn’t be any danger whatsoever and we’ll be back in no time!”

“Yeah!” I agreed. Everyone else was wrong. Sunny had the best ideas. “Let’s go and eat Swiss chocolates and get fat!”

“Yeah!” Both me and Sunny put our arms in the air.

“Oh really? When are you guys leaving?” Ray asked us. It was my birthday celebration, so I got to choose the time! That was so cool!

“Right now!” I told him and was quite loud about it.

“Yeah! Let’s go now! That way we can get there by morning!” Sunny was just as excited as me. It was really nice.

“You really think Cybele’s gonna take you guys out of the blue?” Ray really didn’t want us to go, huh?

“Sure she will! Doesn’t matter the time of day, she’s always ready to fly! She’s my girl!”

Ray put his palm on his forehead and shook his head.

“All right, then. Just...try to make it back without too many injuries. I don’t want to see either of you bleeding on my doorstep.”

“Got it! C’mon, Tigershark!” Sunny was already toward the door, but I didn’t have my parka on or packed or anything.

“Be back first! I need to pack!”

Packing and going to the airport happened but it was all a blur to me. Sunny told me I slept on the plane the whole way through. When I woke up, I was already in a new land: Swiss Land. It was a bright and sunshiny day. Because Sunny was next to me and it was daytime.

“I can’t believe I slept so much!” I looked up and said to her.

“I know! You were out like a light!”

We were at some place called the Old City of Bern. The streets were wide and there wasn’t much traffic. People walked around wherever, anyway, so it must not have mattered. Surrounding us were a lot of brown buildings of various shapes and little tunnels and passageways. It was really neat. We saw big clock towers and fountains and scary statues (though the goblin one was cute) and there was also cute little shops to visit.

Sunny told me we were in the shopping district and I looked through windows and breathed on them and saw cafes. It really was a cool adventure!

“Don’t worry, by the way. I booked us a hotel to stay the night and we can head over there any time today if you start to get tired.”

“Okay!” I smiled and said back to her.

We were about to head into a candy shop when I heard a familiar voice. It was really quiet and seemed far away, but close enough that I could tell what was said.

“Interesting. There’s so many human constructs here,” the floaty and fluttery voice said in kind of a whisper but without the scratchy bits.

I turned around and my heart was making lots of beats. What I saw was a small girl with hair like ashes and slumped over and smiling in a sleepy way. She was wearing a frog costume, or some kind of pajamas with a hood that looked like a frog. Even if it wasn’t what I was used to seeing, I knew who it was and I ran over to her.

“Astraea!” I called over and ran. Behind me I saw Sunny go, “wait up!”

Astraea waved up both arms in the air.

“I am!” She said back to me and then I hugged her tight. It felt like I was hugging a doll, but I knew it was a human, I just didn’t know why, but a doll was what popped in my head.

“Oh my gosh, it’s really you!” I felt like crying on her costume. Or pajamas. Whatever they were.

“Yes. Because I’m not anyone else. Amen,” she said in her little frosty voice.

I let go and my eyes were wide because I was surprised.

“What are you doing here? How did you get here? Also what are you wearing?”

She closed her eyes and did her usual smile.

“I am here because I walked here. I found these clothes because someone offered them to me. It’s but one clothe, but it fits the whole human body. Amen.”

Sunny was next to me again.

“Well, look who it is!” Sunny snapped her fingers and said.

Astraea looked up.

“You are the human named Sunny,” Astraea said to Sunny and I think a “hi” would have been fine but that was okay too!

“Wondering what we’re doing here?” Sunny asked.

“No. I see that you two are walking,” Astraea pointed out and she was right. We were walking. But there was more.

“We’re walking because we’re celebrating my birthday!” I corrected. “We’re going to go eat lots of candy and go on an adventure!”

“How interesting. What is a birthday?”

“Have you never had a birthday?” Sunny asked and sounded really confused.

“Indeed. I have had no birthdays and have no knowledge of them.”

“Well, you should!” I told her.

“Can today be my birthday?” She asked.

“That depends. What day were you born? Birthdays are where you celebrate the day you’re born,” Sunny told her.

“I was never born,” Astraea answered. “For I have always been.”

I didn’t know how that worked. Sunny probably didn’t either. That was okay, though, because silly things like being born didn’t matter to me. It was birthdays that mattered.

“We can celebrate yours today too! Come on, Sunny! Let’s celebrate Astraea’s birthday!”

“Yes. Let’s,” Astraea agreed with me.

“Well...all right! Sure! Why not? Come on, let’s go eat lots of candy!”

We went in a few candy stores and Sunny got us lots of chocolates. There were other shops around too that I wanted to explore.

“Why did Sunny give us chocolates?” Astraea asked me.

“It’s because we’re celebrating our birthday! When someone has a birthday, people give them gifts!” I told her and Astraea nodded, then wandered off.

I tried to look for her and when she returned, she was holding up two pajamas: one of a tiger and one of a shark.

“Would you prefer the tiger? Or shark?” She asked me.

“Maybe the...a...” I began, unsure which I wanted. Both looked cute.

“A?” She sounded curious about my response.

“I was just trying to decide!” I told her. “I like the tiger one a lot!”

“Then here you go,” she handed it to me. I was about to say thank you but then I wasn’t sure about something.

“Did you buy it?” I asked her.

“No. I gave it to you,” she said back to me.

“You have to put it on the counter in the store you went to!” I told her.

“I see. Then I shall do that.”

I followed her into the store she got them from and watched her put it on the counter. There were lots of other clothes in the store too! Cool looking shirts with cartoon pictures and many colored pairs of pants.

“Now that it is on the counter, I will give it to you for your birthday,” she said to me like she was teaching me a recipe.

Before I could tell her that she was missing a step, a large man in a button up shirt wearing sunglasses and a mowhawk appeared behind the counter. I knew it was the shopkeeper.

“That will be 70 Francs,” the shopkeeper told her. I didn’t know if Astraea had money or not.

“No. It is a tiger onesie,” Astraea said back to the shopkeeper like she knew better.

“Yes, and do you have any money to pay for it?” He asked her.

She closed her eyes and smiled. “No. Nor do I know what money is.”

“If you don’t have money, you can’t have it.”

“It’s not for me. It’s for Tigershark’s birthday. Isn’t it a human rule that people must be given things on their birthdays?” She didn’t sound like she was trying to be mean, just a little confused.

“I don’t care who it’s for, it needs to be paid for,” he growled.

“Don’t worry about it, you guys. I’ll pay for it,” Sunny pulled out some money from her pocket and handed it to the shopkeeper.

His mean face turned to a smile.

“Those kids yours?” He asked her.

“Err...not exactly. I’m just taking care of them today!” Sunny sounded surprised by the question.

Once we were out of the shop, Sunny turned to Astraea.

“There’s a lot you don’t know about being human, isn’t there?”

Astraea nodded and said, “yes, it is wonderful.”

As we walked around, I tugged on Sunny’s shirt.

“We need to get Astraea a gift too!” I reminded her.

“Oh yeah, huh?” Sunny said as she dug into her pocket and pulled out a compass. She handed the compass to Astraea and she stared at it.

“What is this?” She asked.

“It’s a compass. Since you like to wander around, you can use it to find your way,” Sunny explained. “N is North. E is East. S is South and W is West.”

“Which one is N, E, S, and W?” Astraea pointed at the letters on the compass.

Sunny pointed to each letter. I think maybe Astraea didn’t know how to read. After Sunny explained, Astraea held it close to her chest and said:

“Thank you. This is an interesting gift. Amen.”

We continued wandering around and checking out shops. Astraea ran off once again, this time she saw some plushies hanging from the ceiling of a stall.

“This one looks like Demetria!” She yelled and pointed to one. It was a plushie of a green haired character with pointy ears. I could see the resemblance. “I once saw her in video games! Her name was Sothis and then she asked mine and I told her it was Astraea but she didn’t listen and there were a bunch of symbols at the bottom that confused me!”

She kept poking the Sothis plushie really hard and was jumping up and down. That might have been the most excited I’ve ever seen her.

“Do you want that for your birthday?” Sunny asked.

Astraea stopped jumping. She lowered her head down, closed her eyes, smiled, hands clasped, and nodded.

Sunny found whoever worked the stall and bought the plushie, then handed it to Astraea. She looked at the plushie and said:

“Sothis! Sothis! My name is Astraea. You know it now.” Then she thanked Sunny and looked at both of us.

“These have been wonderful gifts and I think I would like many birthdays in the future. For now, I think I will walk on wherever my two feet take me.”

“Really? So soon?” I asked.

“There is much about being human that I don’t yet know, and I may learn more if I meet more humans. It was interesting seeing you two again and I pray that we shall meet again. Amen.”

“One more hug?” I asked her.

“Yes. Go ahead. Those are interesting.”

I hugged her really tight and while I hugged her she put her Sothis plushie on my head and bounced it around.

“Doot doot. I am Sothis. What is your name?” She imitated what she must have thought Sothis sounded like. If I had to describe, she sounded like a really bratty fairy or something. Or Demetria. Since I didn’t know the character, I didn’t know any better. For all I knew, that could have been what Sothis sounded like.

“I’m Tigershark!” Then in a quieter voice said. “Or Rotellina. You can even call me Dizzy.”

“Interesting names! Bye-bye now!” She said, still with the Sothis voice.

I let go and when she and her plushie walked away, I wiped away a tear. Somehow it got there without me noticing.

“It was really nice to see her. I hope we see her again,” I said to Sunny.

“I’m sure of it,” she said back. “For now, let’s take a break and have lunch in our hotel room. Sound good?”

“Yeah!”

Back at the hotel I jumped on a really big bed. There was another really big bed where Sunny was going to sleep. We both ate ham and cheese sandwiches on our beds. Swiss cheese wasn’t usually what I put on a ham sandwich but Sunny said I should because of where we were. So I did. It tasted like a ham sandwich with a swiss cheese and was yummy. Also in the sandwich was pickles and tomatoes and lettuce and olives as well as a vinegar dressing instead of mayonnaise.

“It was nice to see Astraea again, but I hope I can meet someone my own age sometime,” I said while eating.

“Hm, yeah. It’s kind of isolating where we live. If you lived in a city, you could go to school and make some friends there. Other than that, there’s my daughter, but –”

I spat out the bits of my sandwich.

“Your daughter!” I gasped. “I wanna meet her now!”

Sunny set her sandwich down on the plate (oh yeah, we had plates. We weren’t getting too many crumbs on the bed!) then got up.

“No, forget I said that. It just slipped out,” Sunny’s words got lower, she sounded more serious. “How about we go to an amusement park in a bit?” She grinned. I was too smart for that though.

“You’re changing the subject! What about your daughter?”

“I shouldn’t have brought her up. She’s at least three years older than you, anyway, so still not really your age,” Sunny explained, as if that was some kind of “gotcha”.

“So? Still younger than everyone else I hang out with!” I argued back at her.

“Your personality and hers wouldn’t match, either. She’s quiet and prefers to keep to herself and you’re energetic,” she added.

“I still wanna meet her!” I crossed my arms. I wasn’t going to budge. “You don’t even talk about her!”

“I haven’t talked to her in years,” Sunny said while she shook her head, then sat next to me on my bed and took out her phone. “Here’s a picture of her from when she was six.”

It was a picture of a little girl with curly dark brown hair wearing a little pink beret and had big, round glasses. Her eyes were a smooth brown and so was the rest of her. She had a little smile on her face and held up a piece of paper and a paintbrush.

“She looks cool,” I told Sunny.

“Yeah. That was taken a little before the accident. For whatever reason, maybe they were feeling daring, but there were a couple of wolves and although we managed to fend them off, they still bit her pretty bad. It’s been six years since then. Her face is a little scarred now. Red streak along her cheek and neck, like a crack.”

“So if I were to play with her, I’d just be careful, right?” I asked.

“No, that’s not it at all. I’ve not seen or talked to her in years, I’ve avoided her. Ray feels bad about it, wishing he could fix it somehow, but I just don’t like to think about serious things like that. I don’t like to think that I’ve made mistakes. She doesn’t even know you exist and if she did, she’d probably not like you because she might feel that she’s been replaced with someone else.”

“What?!” I got real mad. “How is any of that my fault?!”

“It’s not!” Sunny raised her voice, then got up again. “I thought it would be fun to have a kid! Like having a little sidekick to go on adventures with! I didn’t expect anything too serious!”

She walked around and looked all tense and shook, kind of like Remora did whenever I saw her. Her hands made a fist, then unmade one, over and over.

“I thought we were having fun! Why can’t we go back to having fun?” She asked and tears started to fall.

I didn’t know what to say. I felt my eyes sting and then little tears come out of me, too. It felt extra bad that both of us were going to cry.

“We still can. I just got curious,” I told her while crying.

She stopped and turned to me. Her eyes were wide and she walked over, then sat down. On the dresser was a tissue box and she reached over and grabbed one, then wiped my face.

“I’m sorry. I got defensive and I even started to raise my voice,” Sunny’s voice was much more calm and quiet. “It’s all complicated and none of it is your fault, you just got caught up in it. If there’s ever a chance in the future, I’d love it if the two of you could meet.”

I didn’t have any words and I just started crying more. She leaned over and hugged me just as tight as I did when I hugged others earlier. Over her shoulders, I cried more and snot ran down too and got in my mouth and it was gross and made me cry too.

“Would you like to go find some cheese in a cave?” She asked.

I closed my eyes and nodded really fast.

“I’d also love it if you could make more friends your age,” she said too. Then added, “I’m sure it can happen, too. Let’s just take it a day at a time, OK?”

I nodded again. We let go of each other and then I gave her a grin.

“Still got energy?” She asked.

“Yeah!” My face was still a little wet but I think I stopped crying.

She grinned back and gave a thumbs up.

A little bit out of the city we walked in a forest and then found a cave. It was a bit cold and dark, but there were lights on the cave ceiling, so it wasn’t too bad.

“At the end of this cave, there’s going to be some ancient Swiss cheese,” she told me. I was really excited to see it.

It wasn’t a very long way in, but by the time we got to the end, instead of the cheese, we saw a group of guys in suits all packing cheese into big sacks.

None of them noticed us and one of them wasn’t putting any cheese into the sacks and had his back to us and was using a cane.

“Dammit...Jerry Mander’s here,” Sunny said through her teeth.

“Who?” I looked up at Sunny and asked.

Before Sunny answered me, Jerry turned around. He looked startled when he saw us and jumped. He was wearing dark sunglasses and had a short, messy black hair. He wasn’t all that tall, or much taller than the other adults, so he wouldn’t have stood out if not for the sunglasses and cane.

“You!” He just about screeched. His voice was like if a Pterodactyl (what the ‘p’ did there, I wasn’t sure. ‘Terodactyl’ would have worked just fine) had a cold. Or if he had a cold. Maybe he had a cold. “I couldn’t believe you, Sunny! We had a healthy rivalry going on! But I’ve figured it out now...what you’re up to: you’re trying to build up an army of small people to take me down!”

He sounded really sure of himself for what didn’t make much sense.

“Dude, I’m just celebrating this little girl’s birthday,” Sunny told him.

I nodded my head.

That’s right, Sunny! You tell him! I thought, while still nodding and smiling.

“You can’t fool me! I can’t forgive what that Demisexual person did to me.”

I tried to figure out what he said. ‘Demi’...something. In times like these, I’d just have to ask Sunny.

“What’s a sexual?” I asked Sunny.

“It’s someone who doesn’t experience sexual attraction,” Sunny told me, and I felt like I had more questions than answers.

“Do you know how you won’t fool me?” Jerry spoke up again, still that sick voice screech.

“Because your guys have guns?” Sunny guessed, then turned to me and whispered. “In case they start shooting, turn back and run.”

“Not only that, but because we’ve got a small person of our own! Come on out, Hammond Cheese!”

From behind one of the sacks jumped out a kid with a red and yellow striped sweater and was carrying a baseball bat. He had blonde swirly hair and was also kinda chubby.

“Hammond, go beat up that orange haired kid over there!” Jerry ordered.

“Okay, and then after, we get sauerkraut?” Hammond asked in an accent I hadn’t heard before but it was okay because I still got what he said.

“Yeah, whatever,” Jerry groaned.

As Hammond ran toward me, Sunny said, “I’ll protect you.”

“Oh no, you won’t!” Jerry’s sick voice waved a finger at Sunny and then ordered his guys to shoot at her.

Sunny rolled around and I was so distracted that I almost got hit in the head with a baseball bat! But I caught it with my hands instead and even though it really hurt my hands, my head was fine!

“You’re really strong!” He complimented me.

“You too! You hit hard!” I said back.

I then tried to knee him in the stomach but his stomach was really hard and he barely budged. I tightened my grip on the bat so he couldn’t let go. He still tried to pull it back and we both tugged back and forth. While that went on, I looked over and Sunny had taken one of the guys’ guns, beat them over the head with it, then took a sack of cheese and beat the other with it. Then Jerry took a sack of cheese and the two took turns trying to hit each other with them.

“Keep your focus!” Hammond told me and then he pulled so hard that we both fell back.

We both got back up at about the same time and the baseball bat was in the middle of the cave floor, for either of us to grab onto. Just as I was about to reach it, he got up to it and stomped on it and broke it.

“We talk with our fists now,” he ordered. Figuring it was more fun that way anyway, I put my arms up to my head like I was a boxer and we got ready to punch each other out.

I swung my arm forward and Hammond moved his head away to avoid it. Bummer, too, ‘cause I was really hoping to punch him in the face! Then he tried to swing a punch at me in the face, but I leaned back and he just barely missed.

We continued to swing away at each other, and I got a couple jabs in, one of my knuckles even cut his cheek a little. When he punched, I managed to block it every single time, but I just knew that my arms were really hurting and were going to be bruised later.

“What’s your favorite cheese?” He asked, while still trying to beat me up.

“I thought you said we’re talking with our fists!” I yelled at him and tried to swing really hard, but I missed. He looked like even with the few beatings he took, he could take a lot more.

“We can talk with our mouths, too,” he explained.

“Oh! Okay! I really like most cheeses but it’s probably a tie between Edam and Reblochon! What about you?”

“Well...my mom’s name is Brie and my dad’s name is Ricotta, but people call him Ricky for short, so I’d have to say my favorite is Gorgonzola!”

Ooh...that was a good one! Really good for macaroni and cheese!

My arms were getting all wobbly and when I tried to block his next punch he managed to slug me right through the cheek and I fell down.

“Oww,” I moaned, and struggled back up. I looked over and Sunny looked to be in a tight spot now with the other two guys getting up and having to fight both Jerry and his guys. Though she still seemed to be doing a pretty good job and kept knocking them down or taking their weapons from them. I had to step up too!

I got back up and he tried to swing a punch at me again (he was polite enough to wait until I got up, so props there!) and I moved out of the way in time, grabbed his arm, then shoved him back. He didn’t quite fall, but he stumbled a couple of steps back. Then, with all my might, I concentrated on a right hook and socked him right in his cheek as well and he fell.

He huffed and sniffed, but didn’t cry and I was getting short of breath. Then he laughed and I laughed too. I helped him up and he was went, “good job!”

“You were good too!” I told him.

“Wanna call it a tie?” He asked.

I grinned. “Sure!”

He then flexed his arm.

“My parents own an Emmentaler farm so I get lots of practice punching the cheese blocks and rolling them around!” He explained. I could just imagine it already. The tough work that went into farming cheese.

I looked over and Sunny managed to knock all three of the men down at once with the sack of old Swiss cheeses (I was guessing Emmentaler was in the sacks). I felt a little bad for Jerry cause of the cane, but was still happy for Sunny.

“Woo! You did great, Sunny!” I cheered.

She looked over and gave me a thumbs up and a wink, then saw how bruised I was and had a worried look.

Jerry got up with the help of his cane and his legs shook. He looked real mad.

“We’ll get you next time, Sunny! And mark my words, I will have revenge on Demisexual!” He yelled out into the cave and his voice echoed.

“I better get going, too! My parents are expecting me back home before dusk! You should visit our farm sometime! We can all have a raclette dinner!”

“Sure!” I really liked that idea a whole lot.

Sunny took a couple of the sacks of Swiss cheese and carried them off, but let Jerry and his men have one of them. Jerry, his men, and Hammond, all left, and Sunny and I walked back toward the city.

“What are we going to do with all the cheese?” I asked her.

“I dunno, kiddo. Maybe sell it?” She shrugged, something I was amazed by since those sacks must’ve been really heavy.

Indeed, we ended up taking the cheeses to a deli and selling them off, then headed back to the hotel.

“I should really tend to your wounds. It’s gonna sting, but if Ray sees how beat up you got, he’s gonna kill me.”

“I don’t mind!” I assured her.

“What? The kill me part or how beat up you are?!”

We both laughed and then I said to Sunny:

“You know, today really was a fun day. I’m glad we did this.”

“I’m glad to hear that,” she smiled and said in a soft voice. The warm glow of the sun shone on Sunny’s face and really brightened her smile.

Everything was just so amazing and I couldn’t wait to get back to the diner and tell everyone else what a fun time we had.

#remoras full #writing #stories #tigershark #swiss cheese #sothis #astraea #jeez writing as a kid is always so hard #birthdays #technically shes like nine and three quarters #but everyones just gonna consider her ten #also spoiler #original name revealed #sorry this took so long

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Day three of prompt/ask of a story. Today is a story about where the aprons both Mulder and Scully owned, came from. A tweet led to a discussion, which led to this fic. I hope you enjoy it.

Mulder sat on his couch, his stomach rumbling with hunger. He had been off work since he came back from Bermuda. Bruised ribs, a slight concussion, and scrapes and bruises on odd spots of his body kept him home and resting.

Scully had checked in on him, bringing food and staying for a little while every couple of days. Still working on the background checks, she complained about it to him when she came over, rolling her eyes and sighing a lot.

She was out of town for the next few days. Her brothers were both in town and the entire family had made plans to go to Connecticut for Thanksgiving weekend. He was happy for her to get away for awhile and hoped she was having a good time.

His stomach growled again and he sighed as he glanced toward the kitchen, knowing the only thing he would find in there to eat was two cans of chicken noodle soup and some orange juice; which was most likely expired.

The thought of getting up and going out for something made him groan. The hour was far too late anyway and his desire to leave was more than minimal. And ordering in… well, he could only eat so much pizza and Chinese food.

Sighing again, he surfed through the channels, finding nothing of interest, until he landed on a cooking show. Setting the remote down, he rested his hands in his lap.

The woman on the screen was preparing a chicken with roasted potatoes. His mouth began to water as she started to describe the spices she was using and demonstrated how to cut the potatoes.

As the food was set in the oven, she took out ingredients for a strawberry shortcake and he audibly groaned as she whipped cream. He could practically taste the sugar and vanilla on his tongue.

His stomach growled again and he pushed himself from the couch, stumbling heavily into the kitchen and opening the cupboards, hoping some food had magically appeared.

Of course it had not, and he was forced to eat the chicken noodle soup, sighing repeatedly as he did, the meal a poor substitute compared to the one he had seen on TV.

Putting the spoon in his bowl, he sighed. The meal not satisfying, he got up and searched the cupboards in more depth. Finding a box of Pop Tarts way in the back, along with a single bottle of ketchup, he sighed again.

Placing his bowl in the sink, he grabbed a pack of Pop Tarts and headed to bed. Tomorrow morning, he would go to the store before it closed for the holiday, and buy some much needed staples. Perhaps he would even buy some items to make himself an actual meal every now and then.

Standing in a cookware store, he looked around, overwhelmed by the choices in front of him. Pots and pans, different cooking dishes, and types of utensils. Shaking his head, he walked past them and looked through a few cookbooks, finding simple recipes he could follow without screwing them up.

Deciding on one, he tracked down a sales associate. Showing her a few of the recipes and asking what she would recommend for a beginner like him. She laughed and led him back to the cooking dishes and utensils. As she explained how to use them, he listened intently.

Thanking her for her help, he took all of his items and headed to the register. Stopping as he passed some aprons, he doubled back. Laughing as he looked at them, he made an impulse decision, aprons not an item he had planned to purchase. Grabbing both aprons, he continued to the register.

When he arrived at the store, he took the cookbook in with him, to see what he would need to create the recipe. As he walked through the door, he heard Christmas music playing, and he shook his head, the holiday arriving earlier every year.

He pushed the shopping cart around the store, filling it with his regular items before adding chicken, vegetables, and spices he would need for the recipes he planned to try.

Two trips to and from the car, and he had everything sitting on the table. Staring at it all, he sighed. It was more food than he had ever had in the apartment. Ever. Sighing again, he began to put it all away.

Once he was finished, he opened a bag of sunflower seeds and sat down at the table with the cookbook. Reading the step-by-step instructions on how to make the chicken and potato dish, he nodded, ready to try it out. Clearing away the pile of sunflower shells, he stood up and walked into the kitchen.

He washed the potatoes, cut them as directed, and placed them in a bowl. Pouring olive oil on top of them, he added the spices, and mixed them up. He washed the green casserole dish he had purchased, and dried it. Greasing the bottom with a little bit of olive oil, he placed the seasoned chicken breasts in the middle of it, pouring the potatoes around them.

Staring at the dish, he shrugged as he opened the oven door and set the dish inside. Cleaning up the mess he had made, he periodically checked the oven, sure he had done something to make the dish incorrectly. But soon, the apartment was filled with a delicious aroma of spices, and his mouth began to water. When the timer sounded, he picked up his newly purchased oven mitts and pulled the dish from the oven.

It bubbled and sizzled, and he closed his eyes and he took a deep breath, breathing in the delicious smell. Setting it down, he took off the oven mitts and smiled as he stared at the meal he had created.

“Well goddamn,” he said quietly.

Letting it cool, a few minutes later, he filled his plate and took a small bite. Raising his eyebrows, he nodded as he chewed a larger bite of chicken and potato.

“Well goddamn,” he said again with a smile.

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Thanksgiving day, he went for a run and upon returning, he found he had missed a call from Scully. Not wanting to bother her, he did not call back, but smiled as he listened to her greeting, checking in on him and telling him happy Thanksgiving.

Walking into the kitchen for some water, he looked at the apron he bought for her, and the one for himself, and he laughed softly. He was sure she was going to absolutely hate it, but would also get a kick out of it.

He made a decision as he stepped into the shower. When she came back, he was going to surprise her with a home cooked meal and the gift of her apron, an early Christmas gift.

Over the next couple of days, he tried a couple more simple and small recipes, surprising himself with his ability.

As he cleaned up his most recent mess, he looked at his watch. He knew Scully was due to come home that day, but he was not exactly sure of the time. Putting the dishes away, he walked into the living room, intent on calling her.

But then his cell phone rang with information from an unknown informant who worked at area 51. All other thoughts left his mind as excitement coursed through him.

Hanging up, he called Scully, grinning from ear to ear the entire time.

“Scully.”

“Hey Scully, it’s me. How do you feel about taking a little trip?” he said, already walking into his room to grab a bag and pack some clothes. He heard her heavy sigh and he paused, realizing he should have asked how her holiday was and how she was doing, but the chance to go meet the informant had taken precedent.

“Nice to hear from you too, Mulder,” she said and he could practically hear her roll her eyes. “Fine, Mulder. Where are we going?” He smiled, as he continued grabbing some clothes and placing them in his bag.

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The trip to Nevada was a bust, although some strange unexplainable things happened while they were gone. His apartment was clean, like really clean. And his bedroom… the boxes he had been moving around before he was injured, had begun to pile up, leaving only a path to the bathroom, had been cleared and put away.

A new bedroom set had appeared out of nowhere and the mirrors on the ceiling… they had added to some interesting moments when he was alone in bed. No one fessed up to doing it when he asked the Gunmen. He did not mention the mirrors, knowing the questions Frohike would ask.

The strange occurrences aside, they were back to the boring scut work placed on them by Kersh. They were bogged down with background checks, and even flew out to small towns, to talk to people who did not want to speak to them. He understood their irritation, as he himself did not want to be there.

They stayed in crappy motels or took red eye flights back home, both of them tired and annoyed with the assignments. Dragging himself home, he did not have the time to make any food, which eventually was thrown out, as it had collected mildew in the fridge as did the fruit on the counter. He looked longingly at the casserole dish, remembering the taste of the meals he had made.

Christmas was fast approaching and he knew Scully would have plans with her family. He wanted to have her over for dinner before she did, offering a home cooked meal as a thank you for putting up with him the last few months. He knew he was more difficult to be around and she had put up with a lot from him.

A lot.

Plans were made for her to come over on Saturday the 19th. He purchased the food that he would need, the same chicken and potato meal he had made first, along with some wine.

Donning his apron, he put the meal together and placed it in the oven. About 25 minutes in, when it was beginning to fill the apartment with its delicious aroma with the wine open and breathing, he heard her knock at the door.

Stepping over to let her inside, he smiled as he opened the door. Whatever she was going to say died on her lips as she looked at the apron he wore.

“Wh… what?” She said her eyebrows going up.

“Step inside and you’ll see that what the apron says is true; Something Smells GOOD,” he said, extending his arm to bring her inside with a smile. She sighed, but allowed him to pull her in and help remove her coat.

“It does smell good in here,” she said, staring at his apron and then at him. “Have you seriously been cooking? Really?” He grinned with a nod. She stared at him in disbelief and he motioned to the kitchen.

She walked into the kitchen and he followed, wanting to see her expression. As she looked around, at the knives, cutting Board, and oven mitts, she raised her eyebrows, smiling in surprise.

“Impressed?” he asked, and she looked at his apron again and nodded with a smile. “Wine?” He poured them each a glass and they sat at the table as they waited for the food to finish cooking.

“So, you’ve become a chef the past few weeks? Mulder, you just keep opening like a flower,” she teased and he chuckled as he took a drink.

“Not exactly a chef, but I have learned to cook a few dishes.”

“How many have you burned?” she said, her eyebrow up, the wine glass and her lips. He raised his eyebrows and she smiled.

“Agent Scully, you wound me,” he said, a hand on his heart. She laughed and he went to her.

They continued to talk about nothing as they waited for the dinner to be ready. When the timer went off, she followed him into the kitchen to watch him take the dish from the oven.

“Well, well,” she said, crossing her arms. “It actually looks edible.” He looked at her with an expression of mock hurt and she laughed.

When it had cooled down, he served up their meal and brought it to her as she sat at the table. He nervously waited and watched as she took her first bite. Surprise, shock, and happiness crossed her face. She smiled and he nodded as he began to eat.

When they had finished and the last bit of wine was all that remained, she stared at him and he knew a question was formulating in her mind. She sighed as she glanced down at his apron again and then she laughed softly.

“That apron, Mulder…” She looked at him and he looked down at it. “What gives?”

“An impulse purchase and false advertising if I had failed, so I had something to aspire to,” he explained and she raised her eyebrows in appreciation. “Plus, you know, it protects my clothes from the day when I will inevitably spill something on it, as aprons do.” He smiled at her with a wink and she chuckled with a nod as they finished their wine.

When she stood a few minutes later, claiming it was late and she should be going, he stood with her.

“Scully, I know this has been a rough time for us. I wanted to say thanks, and this meal seemed like a great way to do it. So thanks… for putting up with me, going along on the off the book trips, and for just being there.”

“Since when have we been completely “on the books” with our trips?” she asked with a smile, as she grabbed her coat and put it on, buttoning it up and staring at him.

“True. To a point,” he said with a shrug. “Still, thank you.” He touched her shoulder and she nodded.

“Well you’re welcome, Mulder,” she said, opening the door. “Thank you for the meal, which was very good, and especially for the fun that the apron brought to the evening.” She smirked and he laughed as she stepped into the hall and turned around with a smile.

“Good night, Mulder.”

“Night, Scully,” he replied and she chuckled softly, walking to the elevator.

Stepping back inside, he closed the door and took off his apron. He laid it over his arm as he picked up the plates and glasses. He hung up the apron and washed the dishes. Turning off the kitchen light, he grinned as he glanced at the apron.

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“Now, um I know we said we weren’t going to exchange gifts, but, uh… I got you a little something,” he said, holding up her gift.

“Mulder,” she said.

“Merry Christmas.”

“Well, I got you a little something too.” She held up her gift and he happily exchanged with her. They grinned at each other and ran to the couch to open them.

As she untied the bows, meticulous even in how she opened gifts, he paused, wanting to watch her as she opened it. Catching his eye as a ribbon was set down, she raised her eyebrows, silently asking him a question.

“I just… hope you like it,” he said with a smile.

“Now I’m a little nervous,” she said as she ripped off the paper. He smiled as she looked down as the paper fell away.

“What… What is this?” She took the top off the plastic tube and pulled out what was inside. Unrolling it, she turned it around and laughed.

“Mulder…” was all she could say before she stood up, placed it over her head, and turned toward him. “This is hilarious.”

He grinned as she stood wearing the black apron that was similar to his own white one. Except hers was slightly different as it read “Something Smells Goo-ood” in big, white block letters.

“You bought us matching aprons?” she giggled as she looked at him and he shrugged with a smile. “Mulder, this was not at all what I had pictured would be inside of that gift. Oh my God! Open yours!”

She laughed and clapped as she sat down beside him. the apron strings billowing behind her. “Open it!”

He grinned and opened it, tearing the wrapping paper, and throwing it on the coffee table. Flipping it over, he laughed as he looked at the title of the video tape she bought for him.

“Cooking is Easy,” he read out loud and she laughed, grabbing his arm. He looked at her and he laughed again.

“I thought it was funny, but now it’s even better,” she laughed as she gestured to the apron. “I mean, this is either really funny or I’m just super tired.” She pulled the apron out and looked at it, laughing again. She looked at him and he winked as he stood up and walked over to the VCR. He opened the tape she bought, pushed it inside, and turned on the television.

He joined her on the couch as he grabbed the remote. Turning up the volume, they sat together as an overly happy woman began to explain how easy cooking could be.

Scully giggled beside him and he glanced at her with a smile as she wore his silly gift. She moved a little closer to him and put her head on his shoulder, as she mocked the happy tone of the woman on screen.

“This video is so much better than I had imagined,” she laughed. “I’ll have to have you come over for dinner now, Mulder. My apron has something to prove.”

She yawned with a little moan, shifting her head on his shoulder. He smiled as she did, happy that she had not hated the gift at all. In fact, she seemed to enjoy it.

He glanced over at the window and saw that the promise of a white Christmas had arrived. Smiling at the drastically different way the evening could have ended, he rested his head on hers, closing his eyes as he let the happy cheery voice on the video, explaining how to add water to a pot, lull them both to sleep.

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