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wito-chan-bla-bla · 2 years

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Cats and their people

Your cat was annoying. He was big, mean, and always trying to look up your skirt! Sometimes you were afraid to find out what kind of person a huge white animal symbolizes

Au, where there is a cat next to a person from the age of fifteen, which symbolizes soulmate.

Dedicated to the gojo-cat images I've ever seen.

A few cats before you start!

Cats. Do you like cats? In fact, the answer is unimportant, because no one asks you… just like the rest of humanity, to be honest.

The thing was that everyone had a soulmate. It took a lot of effort to find your soulmate. And until that moment, a person is forced to drag a cat next to him.

So how does it work? When a person turns fifteen, a cat appears around him, which symbolizes his soulmate. In fact, the animal is not real, it does not need to eat, sleep or drink. The cat does this only because it copies the habits of the person it symbolizes.

A cat cannot go far away from the person he or she "cares about", just as a person cannot leave a cat. This can only be done when soulmate is found, because in this case lazy lumps of wool can be turned into tattoos.

The morning you turned fifteen, you almost suffocated. When you opened your eyes, you realized that someone heavy was lying on your face. Pushing the creature away, you realized that it was a huge white cat with sky-colored eyes, which was so fluffy that its strong paws were barely visible.

When I say that the cat was huge, I mean the whole meaning of the word huge. If you take the cat by the front paws and stretch it out in length, it will be almost as tall as you. Yes, you've never been a particularly tall person, but this big hulk scared you.

When you started to descend, the cat, as befits his kind, tried to jump on your shoulders, which is why you almost fell down the stairs. Years later, you got used to his weight, which was clearly less than a real cat would have, but the first time you almost broke your back.

So you started living with a big white cat nearby. And your life was absolutely unbearable!

When you were still in school, a harmful animal loved to lie down on your desk, interfering with homework. At such moments, it was impossible to move the cat to the side even by a centimeter, you even used a vacuum cleaner to drive away the fluffy lump, but the animal turned out to be fearless, and in the end you had to lie on the bed until the cat decided to sit on your face.

The animal that you called "Meiwaku", which means "annoying", could not sit still during your lessons, loitering around the classroom and interfering with others to learn. The cat often even jumped on the teacher's desk and meowed loudly and plaintively, and you eventually had to hide the soulmate symbol in a box for the same harmful animals as him. Unfortunately, you couldn't do it for a long time, because Meiwaku looked at you with the most plaintive blue eyes after each lesson, and you had to take him back to your desk.

Meiwaku not only prevented you from studying, but also stole your food! Every time you took out a cookie and didn't put it in your mouth right away, the big cat appeared out of nowhere and ate the sweetness before quickly hiding under the bed. You shouted at the animal and tried to get it out from under a piece of furniture, but eventually gave up and sat sadly in the corner.

(At such moments, Meiwaku would come to you and gently rub against your hands until you started stroking him. His white fur was really soft, and you enjoyed every night when the cat slept with you in an embrace. (True, you almost always suffocated, because the animal just loved to wake up with a belly on your face)).

Meiwaku loved rummaging through your stuff. Did you put the dried things on the bed to put them in the closet later? It's better for you not to turn away, because after a moment the cat will be sitting on the stack and innocently meowing, looking at you with the eyes of a real person. Also, you should not forget to close the cabinet doors, because the animal will be happy to sit in boxes with shoes, on your shelves and even hang on hangers. (You'll never understand how such a whopper could fit into your modest wardrobe).

And the cat wasn't just lying on your things! He also stole them! One day you put all the garbage you want to throw away in a box, including cheap sunglasses from your childhood. Meiwaku didn't waste any time and immediately started rummaging through the junk, until eventually there was an object on his nose to protect him from the sun. You ran after the screaming cat for a good five minutes until you finally gave up, allowing the animal to walk around the house with a satisfied look and sunglasses on his nose.

(Sometimes he took them off, as if he had lost them, but after a while he reappeared with an object that was holding on to his muzzle for no one knows how).

On top of everything else, Meiwaku was a hidden pervert! (Yes, he's a cat, but he still behaves like his human incarnation. Sometimes, however, it still seemed to you that it was your soulmate looking at you through heavenly eyes). Every time you hurried to school in one skirt and socks, the big white cat lay down in the aisle, hugged your leg with two paws and looked with the most innocent look under the skirt, as if your underwear could really interest him.

Of course, Meiwaku was useful not only in the fact that his wool does not fall on every surface in the house, so your clothes are always clean. The cat seemed to sense your mood very well. If something upset you, he stole the phone from your hands, carefully holding it in his fanged mouth, and forced you to run around the house until you can only think about how the animal infuriates. If you were crying in bed, Meiwaku would always lie on top of you and purr so loudly that you couldn't concentrate on your own terrible thoughts. Sometimes the cat licked your face, removing the tears that had managed to roll down your cheeks.

And Meiwaku was also a great scarf! One day you forgot to take something warm with you on a school trip and used the cat as a live collar! The cat surprised meowed a couple of times then, but in the end just closed his eyes, turning into one solid fur. Your friend almost fainted when your "collar" meowed softly and opened his eyes that appeared out of nowhere.

In short, your life with a white cat was filled with madness, stealing your cakes and other sweets, trying to push Meiwaku out of the bathroom when you were washing, and warm hugs with the big ball of wool on winter evenings.

In general... not everything is so bad. Especially when the cat does not fall apart on the floor, becoming like a carpet, and you do not step on it while talking on the phone, which causes a wild squeal of pain.

However, sometimes you looked at the cat and couldn't figure out who your soulmate was, what he looked like. He should have white hair, beautiful eyes, tall stature and be simply unbearable. But are there such people? You weren't sure.

But you kept burying your face in the white fur and sniffing the ever-fading smell of cakes while the cat innocently opened its mouth and meowed. Sometimes they stroked his furry belly with hooting when Meiwaku was lying in the sun and resting with his paws tucked up to him.

What a pity that all these cats are never visible in the photo....

*+*

When Satoru turned fifteen, he did not even immediately realize that now a cat would constantly walk with him. Back then, he was still living in the clan's manor, and therefore woke up in his luxurious room all alone. The maids were waiting outside the door to help the young master get dressed, but Gojo only sent them away.

Satoru wandered around the room, yawning, idly going through his kimono and yukata. His favorite things were already packed in a suitcase, so the sorcerer had to wear traditional clothes.

As a result, he decided not to change clothes at all, staying in his pajamas, and go to breakfast, since his parents would not join the "fun" anyway, and the teenager didn't care about the elders. Satoru was already planning to calmly leave his big room, but realized that the air resists today more. Gojo made a lot of effort and even started looking for a curse when he heard a yawn behind him.

The sorcerer abruptly turned around and sent a paper knife grabbed from the nearest bedside table to his bed. When no one dangerous was found, Satoru began to walk slowly forward until he found a small cat with a coat of color (h/c) in the sheets.

Gojo blinked in surprise a couple of times, putting the "weapon" away. Usually cats, symbolizing soulmate, follow a person, but this animal clearly refused to follow the rules. Satoru smiled and beamed, because his soulmate seems to be very strong, since they can resist his will! The sorcerer grabbed the little cat and put it on his shoulders, the animal did not even wake up. With a big smile, the white-haired teenager hurried to breakfast.

At that time, Gojo did not yet know that the inability to get far away from his cat was not due to the strength of the animal, but to banal laziness. A small creature, not too fluffy, but quite soft to the touch, was constantly sleeping in any accessible place. And the laziness of the cat was so strong that Satoru lost in the battles for dominance.

At first, the sorcerer had to carry the cat on his shoulders, but the lazy ball of wool constantly fell back in his sleep, hitting the floor. And everything would be fine, because the animals could not die and almost did not feel pain, only the non-fluffy creature continued to sleep where it fell, preventing Satoru from continuing to walk!

As a result, Gojo bought a special bag and asked to make a hood in his form so that the cat could sleep there. The animal, by the way, was called "Taida", which means "lazy".

But, of course, Taida was not the ordinary cat. She not only slept and ate constantly. There were days when she was surprisingly active, constantly jumping on Gojo and rushing to gnaw curses with a loud hungry cry. She often crawled under the sorcerer's palms, asking for affection. If someone couldn't find Taida in a hood or a purchased bag, then the cat will definitely be on Satoru's lap!

In general, Taida was affectionate and sweet, lazy and sometimes crazy. This little creature loved to run out in the rain and play in puddles, and Gojo could not forbid the animal to enjoy life, often going out himself to jump in dirty water. The cat also always washed with Satoru and liked to sit on his head, sometimes deliberately lowering her tail so that the sorcerer could not see anything.

Although not everything was always so joyful. Taida hissed at Gojo when he tried to put a beautiful collar, clothes made for cats and other small accessories on the little creature. The cat agreed only to a handkerchief, which Satoru fastened around the neck of a small fluffy lump.

On days when the pressure of the whole world was finishing Satoru, and he did not leave his room, looking at one point, Taida sat on his chest or knees, stretching a thin and elegant paw up. Her soft pads flashed in the lamplight for just a second before Gojo received a light cat slap.

And while the sorcerer touched his cheek in shock, Taida jumped down to the floor and pulled him by the pant leg, like a dog wanting to take a walk. As a result, the animal sat on Satoru's head, meowing loudly, as if performing music for a march, while Gojo strolled in a nearby park, feeling the soft paws move back and forth, massaging the skin of his head.

At the end of the walk, Taida would jump into his arms and meow softly before closing her eyes and going to bed. Satoru smiled looking at the little creature, kissed the animal between the ears and carried it back to school.

In general, his life was calm and quiet, except that it was always necessary to check whether Taida had fallen out of the hood or bag. The only problem was that the cat was similar in appearance and character to many people, so it was very difficult to find who the animal symbolized.

But Satoru was sure that he would easily recognize his soulmate by the white cat next to that one.

In the meantime... he will wait and try to put another bow for paws on Taida.

*+*

You were looking directly at your boss, on whose shoulders lay a beautiful and elegant cat with short hair, which lazily licked its paws. You held Meiwaku tightly in your arms, which made plaintive noises and kicked you with his hind legs, wanting to walk around the office.

–Did you call? – you asked, bending down a little to better intercept the cat.

–Yes, (Y/S)-san, – the man said, not reacting in any way to your actions in relation to the white animal. In fact, having already found his soulmate, he is used to the fact that your cat is practically uncontrollable. – You have been working very well lately, and I would like to give you an important task. A certain ancient family asked us for help in preparing for the wedding. I don't know the reason, but they wanted you to work on this project. They paid a lot of money even before the discussion began, and I hope that you will cope with this task.

–Of course! – you involuntarily straightened up, and the cat fell to the floor with a thud. Meiwaku did not become a shapeless heap for a long time and rushed to study flowers and just green plants in your boss's room. You sighed, casting an angry look at the cat, and went to the man's desk to take the documents.

While you were discussing a large order with your boss, Meiwaku meowed softly, looking at the open shelves on which there were small figurines and compositions of artificial flowers. Noticing something interesting, the cat sat down slightly, meowing softly again, ready to jump.

–Meiwaku, stop!

The next second, you dropped the documents and flew to the floor to pin the naughty cat to the floor. The animal whined plaintively, but you grabbed it tightly and dragged it across the floor, glad that Meiwaku didn't think to use his claws to stop you.

–Sorry, my soulmate is just an idiot, – you said, picking up the cat in your arms again. – Can I pick up the papers and examine them in my office? Meiwaku has already studied everything there, no problems should arise.

–Of course, (Y/S)-san. Despite the fact that I have already agreed to the deal, I am waiting for your response.

–I'll write to you by mail, – you muttered, grabbing the folder with one hand, the other barely holding the cat, which meowed endlessly, looking at the stuffed mouse on the shelf.

You finally looked enviously at the small and calm cat on the shoulders of your boss. The little creature had a large and beautiful bow on its neck, obviously bought by the man's wife, because he was allergic to animals. Fortunately, soulmate incarnations were never "ordinary animals", and therefore did not cause anyone problems.

You bowed and hurried to push Meiwaku out into the corridor, where he began to walk masterfully to your small office. Other cats, meeting him on the way, fearfully moved away to the wall, and the huge white animal arrogantly raised its muzzle up.

–You're even more unbearable as a human being, aren't you? – you asked the cat, who looked at you with innocent blue eyes and immediately began to rub gently against your legs. – Tc, you are such a sycophant, Meiwaku.

You sat down at your small table. The cat immediately took his place in a large box, where your baby blanket and a small bunny toy, with which you often played, were located. The hare ended up between Meiwaku's paws, he rubbed his fluffy cheek against the coarse fabric before calmly lying down and starting to doze.

You've looked at the case. It looked like a wedding for people with taste. It was necessary to choose the right meaning of flowers, make beautiful combinations and create a bouquet for the bride. When you saw the amount that people would pay, you immediately wrote that you agreed to take up this case.

Taking out encyclopedias with the meaning of flowers to take them with you to Tokyo, you involuntarily ran your eyes over the family name. «Gojo». Having blinked in surprise, you decided to find information about them on the Internet.

Unfortunately, it only said something about the fact that this family originates from some era there, that it is quite hidden and honors traditions and other uninteresting and useless information. As a result, you decided to give up and find out about everything on the spot, continuing to put books on the table.

By providing a rough draft of the list of flowers that can be used at a wedding to celebrate two families, you realized that it was already evening. Grabbing things, you hurried home, looking before that to your boss to confirm once again that you agree to work

All this time, for some reason, Meiwaku was meowing anxiously, walking ahead of you and preventing you from accelerating. His long body got tangled in your legs, and as a result, you yelled at the cat, grabbed him in your arms and dragged him to the elevator.

And Meiwaku kept on and on meowing plaintively in your tight embrace…

*+*

Satoru sighed as he strolled along the neat paths leading to the next building on his clan's territory. Taida was especially restless today, constantly peeking out of his hood, putting her paws on his head and stretching out to get a better look at what was happening. As a result, the cat even jumped off and started walking next to the sorcerer, which had never happened before.

Gojo looked at the animal with concern. He sat down, stretching out his big hand, stroking almost half of the cat at once at a time. Taida purred contentedly, but suddenly her (e/c) eyes were filled with human horror, and she ran away from the touch, standing in front of Satoru and starting to hiss wildly and aggressively at the one coming towards her.

–Well done, Taida-chan, my good girl! – Gojo giggled, realizing that the animal was so displeased with the approach of one of the elders of his clan.

–Satoru-sama, you should treat your elders more seriously and respectfully, – the old sorcerer said, but the white-haired man had already started cooing with his cat, which continued to hiss angrily at a distant relative of Satoru, strongly fluffing his tail.

The older man sighed and shook his head, pinching the bridge of his nose. He shifted his gaze to the head of the clan, who was playing with the cat. Clearing his throat, the elder said:

–Satoru-sama, you missed the monthly meeting again, so we decided ourselves that it was time for you to find your soulmate.

–Since when do you decide when I need to find my soulmate? – Gojo asked irritably, raising his cold blue gaze to the elder sorcerer. The old man was already used to it and was not particularly impressed.

–Ever since you don't go to meetings, – the old sorcerer cleared his throat. – Anyway. We found a girl that could be yours…

–It's not interesting, – Satoru immediately said, getting up and hugging the cat to his chest. – Actually, I came to pick up a blanket for Taida-chan. I'm not interested in your stupid decisions.

Gojo walked past the elder of his clan, who allowed himself a smirk at the head of the family. Satoru ignored this, kissing Taida on the muzzle and telling the cat to calm down, because there is no danger nearby.

Heavenly, like Satoru's, eyes looked into the sky. She should be arriving soon.

*+*

You exhaled with relief, yawning, when you finally left the airport. The flight was short, but you slept so well! Yes, all this time some child next to you was crying, but it never prevented you from getting enough sleep. Moreover, you hugged the soft and warm cat, so the flight was more than perfect!

Meiwaku continued to jump anxiously next to you, trying to grab your pant leg and drag you away, back to the airport. Given the weight and strength of this cat, he could have done quite well, so you hurried to pick up the animal and drag it away from the entrance.

Meiwaku is so huge that you always had to call a taxi because he was in everyone's way on the bus. Today was no exception, but you were able to quickly get to the estate of the Gojo clan. The territory belonging to this family seemed huge even from your place in front of the fence, and you now clearly understood why the payment for decorating the wedding with flowers was so great.

You were about to go forward to knock or call, when Meiwaku started to meow furiously and jump in front of your feet, making it difficult to walk. As always, you picked up the annoying cat in your arms and carried it forward. The animal began to meow louder and stronger, now somehow plaintively, while you were looking for any hint of a modern bell.

–Is it really her?

While you were looking at the high fence, Meiwaku was staring with all his eyes at the person sneaking up from behind. The white tail was furiously hitting your legs, paws were kicking the skin, meowing made it difficult to concentrate.

–Yes.

As a result, you turned your head to the cat, opening your mouth to ask what happened, but you couldn't. Everything around you suddenly began to float, and you closed your eyes, falling into someone's hands. The next second you lost consciousness.

*+*

When you opened your eyes, you found yourself in quite a nice room... unless you were tied to a chair. Turning your head, you saw Meiwaku, who was trying to chew through the bars, shouting with displeasure. And how did you not wake up earlier from his wild screeching? After blinking a couple of times, you groaned. Why didn't I immediately realize that the Gojo clan is some kind of mafia family?.. But why would they need me in that case?

You frowned, I then heard footsteps. We decided to pretend to be asleep, but at that moment some grandfathers entered the room, and you felt even more uncomfortable. Meiwaku yelled louder.

–Tc, as unbearable as his human incarnation, – the head of a small group said irritably, looking at the cat, which hissed in response to his words. Then the old man turned his head towards you. – (Y/N) (Y/S)-san? – you didn't know whether to nod or not, so you pretended to be deaf. – You don't have to answer, we know it's you. You see, you are the soulmate of the head of our clan, so we invited you here.

And while you were rushing between "so no one really needs my skills?!", "in what place does this mean "invited"?!" and "if I'm his soulmate, then why DID YOU TIE ME UP?!", the old man began to explain further:

–The fact is that you belong to a slightly different world, so we couldn't find you so easily. In fact, in a sense, we are disappointed that you are not a sorcerer, but perhaps, since fate has decreed so, we have no right to argue with her.

The old man walked towards you, stopping and looking straight into your eyes. You felt uncomfortable.

–Despite the fact that you belong to another world, we cannot let you go so easily. Satoru-sama has been getting married for a long time, and this moment seems to be coming very soon.

–S-so there will still be a wedding? – you asked, looking at the old man in horror.

–Of course,– he nodded. – And it will be yours.

All this incredible dialogue was accompanied by the screams of Meiwaku, which now began to beat the ceiling with his hind legs. You turned your head to the cat, who meowed approvingly at you, and then continued to yell.

–But there are, of course, a few "buts", – you immediately tensed up. – The fact is that the head of our clan is an immature idiot. His decisions contradict the usual traditions that have kept our family together for many years. You are his soulmate, you will have a huge influence on him. I would like to offer you a small deal, (Y/S)-san, thanks to which you will be able to continue your life without conflicts between large clans of sorcerers that will threaten your life. Of course, after your agreement, we will release you. By the way, we apologize for such treatment. We just weren't sure that you wouldn't try to attack us and escape.

You froze, looking at the old man and not knowing what to do. Looks like I'll have to agree. Swallowing, you began to slowly lower your head down for a nod…

*+*

–Taida-chan, stop it! Where are you running to?! Didn't you like your new bag? I can buy another one! Or I will continue to wear you only in a hood! Taida-chan, stop right there!

Satoru was almost sobbing when his dear cat abruptly broke out of his grip and ran somewhere. Yes, Gojo could just stop and the animal started running as if on a treadmill, but could he do that to his cute pet? (Besides, it was still necessary to catch Taida somehow).

The sorcerer turned once again and started down the stairs towards the training halls before running on, following Taida, who was hurrying towards the warehouses and living quarters for the servants. Satoru tried to predict the moment when it is worth flying forward and trying to pin the animal to the floor, but still could not decide on it.

Meanwhile, Taida wrapped up once again and punched the paper at the door with her head, flying into the room. The technique immediately dissipated, and Gojo heard a creepy cat scream.

Satoru opened the door to see some girl surrounded by elders, and his cute Taida starts to beat the lock in the cage where a huge white cat is sitting, paws!

Gojo took a second to realize the situation.

The angry sorcerer walked forward and stood over the elders, who were smiling innocently. "You said yourself that you are not interested." Satoru just sent them all away, slamming the door with such force that it almost broke.

You were trembling in your seat, looking at the tall man, wishing now that the old people would come back. The man, breathing heavily after running, turned to you and walked slowly, squatting to look up from the bottom. You looked at his blindfold and didn't say anything.

Suddenly, the white-haired man pulled off the cloth and put on sunglasses, and you turned your head to Meiwaku, who now looked like cheese that was slowly melting on a plate.

–A-a-a…

–So you are my soulmate who is constantly sleeping, even if the music is practically screaming in your ears in the background?

–So you're my soulmate who steals sweets and constantly tries to look up girls' skirts?

The man opened his mouth, turned his head to the white cat, who continued to snort discontentedly while Taida, who had found a new place to sleep, was sitting on him.

The white-haired man looked at you for a few seconds, and then the ropes fell off, and you exhaled with relief.

–I am Satoru Gojo, – he said, and you hurriedly turned your head when you heard the lock fall to the floor.

–I…

You didn't have time to finish, as Meiwaku knocked you down, almost forcing you to meet your head with the floor. Fortunately, Satoru caught you and picked you up. His own cat, awakened, easily climbed up the man's side and lay down in his hood.

–I…

–How about we chat somewhere else? I need to kill my relatives first, so this place won't be the best for our communication, – Satoru said with a small smile.

–K-kill?!

–Metaphorically speaking, – Gojo said with a sigh, clearly disappointed, carrying you away from the estate.

You pressed against his chest, feeling how a seemingly calm person's heart is beating fast. Smiling, you closed your eyes, lulled by his sweet smell.

By the time Satoru carried you to the gates of the estate, you were already quietly dozing in his arms, just wanting to be in the safety of his embrace longer.

Bonus (?)

You exhaled with relief, because now the big cat will not be constantly on your lap, which is why you often could not get up after sitting for a long time. The seal in the form of Meiwaku appeared on your shoulder. If you are not around your soulmate for a long time, the cat will come back and continue to annoy you.

You sat down on the sofa, enjoying freedom, when suddenly a huge body fell on you, pressing even harder against the soft surface.

–N-now I understand why Meiwaku was exactly like that!

–Hey, I'm not so "annoying"! – Satoru said with pouting lips, pressing his head against your chest.

–Yes, yes, and I'm not so "lazy". Let's face it, Satoru, cats never make mistakes.

You sighed, slapping your hand on his back to hug him, not knowing that in just two months you will be sitting on the same sofa, only now Gojo will hug you from behind, because there will be a huge white cat on his knees, innocently meowing, and a small lazy creature of the same will sleep on your head colors like your hair.

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misasimagines · 2 years

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jjk characters when you’re scared of a bug

included characters: Yuji, Megumi, Maki, Nobara, Gojo, Nanami, Choso rating: sfw warnings: bug mentions but I avoid any concrete details because ya girl is Terrified of Bugs! I use flowery language to refer to them also because again! ya girl is Terrified of Bugs!

Yuji:

will kill bugs for you if you’re scared! But he’s not the best at catching them if they move around. He’ll go and punch the wall and then you look and it’s running away and he’s screaming because it’s coming at him.

He might accidentally put a hole in the drywall because he slapped down on it too hard. Like yes, it’s dead, but he’s also now bleeding and you are not getting your security deposit back.

Slaps gnats/flies/etc out of the air but also ends up knocking things down when he does- basically, Yuji is at 110% power and 2% environmental awareness. You need to stay out of the way.

If seeing a buggie gets you paranoid and freaked, he’ll investigate every corner of the now-quarantined room and will be using DIY bug-repellents until you feel safe. He doesn’t make fun of you for being scared or paranoid. He agrees they’re freaky! He only can be brave because he has you to protect!

Megumi:

He’ll catch and release, he won’t kill, but he will make sure it is deposited far enough way that it won’t be coming back easily.

He thinks you’re a little ridiculous for being so scared but he won’t tease you about it. Maybe at first, but then he sees your eyes are all glossy and your shoulders at all tensed up and he’s like, okay, okay, I got it, don’t worry about it.

He just has you leave the room and then warns you when he’s going to walk by with the horrible beast trapped in a cup. He also, and I gag to say this, would not be afraid of even touching the horrible monsters with his hands if necessary. Could Not Be Me.

Megumi will search around the room at your behest to make sure there are no other creeps lurking about. You probably have to point out all the areas you’re most afraid or else he’ll only look in the more obvious spots. He’ll even go out and get bug-repellent/killer so you stop pacing around and jumping whenever your hair brushes against your bare skin....

Maki:

If she knows you’re freaked by bugs, she kills them before you even know they’re there. She isn’t bothered by them, but she also doesn’t like them in her home. They aren’t paying rent or cooking her dinner, they don’t get to stay.

Keeps a heavy duty bug killing spray on hand and whenever she sees/hears you fleeing from a room because you’ve been ambushed, she’s marching right in there and killing it asap. She prefers spraying them to hitting them with her hand or a shoe or something because it’s just cleaner and she doesn’t want to end up with holes in her walls like Yuji’s place.

If you’re paranoid about it afterwards, she’ll help you replace the sheets, vacuum, dust, etc so you clean up the place rather than just scoot stuff around checking out the place.

She will tease you for being scared, but she’s not mean about it...most of time. She’ll say that, knowing you, your fears are correct and you probably could get your ass beat by a gnat-

Nobara:

She says she’s not scared, she’ll do her duty to protect you, you’re too baby to take care of yourself but that’s okay because she’s there- you never said it could fly!!! She’s screeching and slamming the door shut behind her and announcing that you will never go into that room again.

She has to pull her hair back, suit up, shoe in one hand, spray in the other, and then she’s bursting through the door and you hear the thump of the shoe hitting everything and anything, the spray coating every possible surface, and Nobara’s battle cry. It’s dead! You need a new lamp!

They’re scary, she isn’t so much scared of them as she is afraid of where they are when she can’t see them. It makes sense, totally. She doesn’t tease you so much as she likes holding it over your head as something she does for you. Not in a mean spirited way, she just likes that you rely on her for this!

She’ll help clean up the area and make sure nothing else is hiding around, but ultimately she’s calling someone else over to do the job of exterminator (probably Yuji and Megumi...)

Gojo:

He sees you’re scared and puts on an act like Every Single Time. Honestly, it kind of snaps you out of being freaked. He jumps up and he’s like, where’s the villain who’s scared my darling?? and then he’s grabbing a shoe and stomping into the afflicted room.

He kills it, makes sure you hear the sound of it being beaten to death, and then checks around to make sure there’s nothing else before he lets you back into the room.

It’s in his nature to tease you, but you’re so upset and uncomfortable that he reels it in. He just makes a dramatic speech about saving and protecting you and then gives you a hug and asks if you want to get out of the house for a bit.

Takes you out for ice cream or something so you can relax and then when you go back, he might have called in a maid service to clean up so you could feel comfortable knowing that everything was bug-free.

Nanami:

At first, he kind of thinks you need to get over it and take care of it yourself. But then he realizes that it’s just one of those phobias that isn’t something you can rationalize, and he steps up.

Prefers catching and releasing them, but if you’re freaked out, he’ll just kill it to appease you. It doesn’t bother him that much. What bothers him is that how did this stupid bug get into his impeccably clean apartment?

He doesn’t tease you about it, he doesn’t make a big deal about it at all. The lack of energy he puts into it helps you calm down a lot easier. Just another day, not some cosmic retribution or curse on from a vengeful goddess.

Coincidentally always suggests a cleaning day after an enemy has been spotted, and he always focuses his attention on the room it invaded while letting you take care of other rooms.

Choso:

He doesn’t have a problem with bugs, but he does have a problem with it scaring you and that means it has to be punished. He does feel a little guilt at having to kill the terrible brutish monster on your bathroom ceiling, he thinks about it’s family, but then he kills it and flushes it because it knew the risk it was taking wandering in here... This is the tragic outcome.

It’s not that deep babe-

Cleans the place, like with the heaviest duty cleansers you have, so there are no remnants of it. Like Yuji, he’ll mix together some DIY repellents, but unlike Yuji who would google what to do, Choso just throws together things that he’s certain will kill bugs- and maybe also you guys! Don’t mix bleach with anything!!

If he catches the infiltrator first, he will take the chance to catch and release it. It hasn’t scared you yet so no crimes have been commit.

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jacenbren · 2 years

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Some random facts about some of my favorite characters in Where Is Your Rider because I'm bored and currently wrestling with writer's block:

Tommy is disgustingly flexible for no goddamn reason. Like even for a cybernetically-enhanced super soldier the ways he can contort his body should ABSOLUTELY not be physically possible AND YET-

Phil wears exclusively sandals, boots, and Velcro shoes because he somehow never learned to tie shoelaces in the 50+ years he's been alive and he's too embarrassed to say anything

Gumi keeps an ongoing list of weird shit she's heard Velvet say over the comns and so far her favorite is the time he accidentally left his earpiece on while cleaning his garage and was just screaming in harmony with the vacuum cleaner

At one point Bad found and repaired a Wii but Antfrost vehemently refused to put the remote's wrist strap on and ended up shattering the TV while playing Wii bowling

Wilbur wrote "Your City Gave Me Asthma" during L'Manberg's early days to cope with the fact that his son and family betrayed and abandoned him (that's right YCGMA is canon in the Wormwoodverse)

Because he has abnormally large canines, Antfrost successfully gaslit Punz into believing he's venomous

On that note, Ant is autistic—he struggles with interpreting sarcasm and social cues along with having a lot of sensory issues and special interests; I might be projecting lol—and bites to show affection (everyone who's lived in the Badlands Commune long enough to gain his trust has fallen victim to this)

Velvet is also autistic—which is probably why he and Ant clicked so well—but nobody can really tell at first glance since it manifests through him being really observant, uncannily good at masking/imitating others' behaviors, and being one hell of a social chameleon

Tubbo really admires Velvet and wants him to be his father figure to get to know him better but he always gets too flustered to try and actually hang out with him

Hannah's weed farm caught fire once and accidentally hotboxed the entire Badlands Commune

Tommy likes to scare the shit out of Ranboo and Tubbo by blasting All Star by Smash Mouth over the Community House's PA system if he happens to catch them making out in there via the security cams

While staying with Sapnap at the Badlands Commune after the pickaxe through the face incident, Quackity pretended not to speak English for an entire month to get out of chores

Purpled likes to graffiti the shit out of his armor and weapons (kinda like Sabine from Star Wars: Rebels)

Sapnap and Antfrost had a brotherly relationship before Dream and George came along

Fundy has asthma

Niki and Quackity are the only ones who have ever beaten Wilbur at competitive solitaire

Velvet once ate about half a pound of Hannah's potting soil because he thought it was cereal and then proceeded to not only CONTINUE EATING IT AFTER SHE TOLD HIM WHAT IT WAS, BUT ALSO FORGET AND DO THE EXACT SAME THING THE NEXT DAY.

Ant accidentally called Bad "dad" once and neither of them ever fully recovered

Techno has a scar on his forearm from Tommy biting him like the feral raccoon child he is

Bad routinely wears socks with sandals

That's all for now! PLEASE send me any headcanons y'all have for the Wormwoodverse characters because I think they're very funny :)

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aleksa-sims · 2 years

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My RL Sims-Story (18+)

!CW! addiction, drugs, drug use

After a while, this awkward guy came who brought us this.... particular stuff. I thought he was about to leave, but no, he wanted to hang with us. I think he had a crush on Daniel’s crazy Mother, even though he was really afraid of her.

CW!! Under the cut it’s about drugs.

Daniel and I were waiting for that freak outside. We just wanted to get our drugs and go back inside. D. knew jhm. He was around here, too & his Name’s Tarek. But Daniel didn’t want him to come into the house with us, but T.....didn’t give a shit. 🤷‍♀️

Me: Hey, dude! Don’t you get it? We don’t want you here. We paid you and now you can go, there’s the door!

Daniel: Seriously man, I didn’t invite you. 😦 🤷‍♂️

Tarek: I'm just showing you something. How good this damn dope is! It’s almost pure and we could even smoke it.

Me: How does that work? I didn’t know this was possible.

Tarek: Yo, what’s wrong with you? Of course it is possible! You just need some foil, a good lighter and that’s it!

Daniel: Cut that out! This shit, we will DEFINITELY NOT do!

Tarek: Okay, okay chill dude! Now that you’ve been clean for so long, you think you’re a.... king here, ha?

Daniel: 😒

Tarek: Hey, you! Aleksandra, right? Aren’t you scared here in this place?

Me: Um, no! I like the house! I mean, sure! Some things here are a bit unusual, but it’s nice. Just... Daniel’s Mom is kind of weird.

Tarek: Oh, yeah! She’s a member of a cult.

Me: Really? Hm...

Daniel: Idk if this can really be called a cult? There are only 4 women. But I don’t remember exactly! I was only 5 and she always locked me in the closet when her bloody followers came.

Me: She locked you in a closet? 😧 You haven’t told me this. And I thought, when she left you when you were a Baby, that this was the worst thing she did.....🙁

Tarek: Let’s forget about the creepy lady for a moment. I'll just do a line. After that, I leave.

Me (to D.): What kind of nose does that weirdo have?👃 He’s like a... vacuum cleaner, that nothing is safe from. 🤨 Woe he has left nothing for us.

Daniel: 😄 😄....

After a while we were all pretty high! And this guy Tarek DIDN’T leave. He also had the great idea to sit next to me and Daniel on the couch.

Tarek: I hope your girl doesn’t mind me sitting here, next to her.

Daniel: Get your fucking ass away from her!

Me (to D.): Who you talking to? 😵

Daniel (to me): Babe, just turn to me & don’t look to the left!...This shit is killing me.👽

Me: Like I know where left and where right is, I’m totally high.

Me (to D.): Are you okay? 😕.... And finally, this retard gets up! 😒

Tarek: I didn’t want to cuddle with you two! There’s just something creepy about this place. You two were so quiet and I felt a bit uncomfortable. 😬

And then Daniel’s Mom came! I started giggling because of that idiot Tarek. Idk what he was thinking? This guy is such a mess! 🤦‍♀️ But this woman is also a totally strange Mother! My Mom would have completely freaked out if she caught me so high. But she didn’t give a shit! She just made a silly remark.

D.’s Mom: Daniel! If you want to kill yourself, please don’t do it here in the house!

Tarek: Shit, dude! I hope she won’t let her hellhounds loose on us.

D.’s Mom: Who is this pathetic individual?

Tarek: I’m Tarek, and....hm? 🤔 You’re a pretty hot chick, lady! How about a date? 😏 🥴

Me: 🤭...🤣 🤣

D.’s Mom: Up with you! And follow me! 🤨

Tarek: Yes Ma’am! 😵

Me (to D.): I thought he was afraid of her? Idk which one of them is crazier.

Daniel: At least, we’re about to get rid of him!

As far as I know, she took him to the door and kicked him out. Actually, I didn’t care! I had to keep thinking about how she locked Daniel up in a closet when he was a little boy for hours. This woman is insane! But later I’ll ask her why she did this??? And also this cult shit will clear up.

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tr characters at a sleepover

takemichi: probably the most normal one, which is not a good sign. he’s the type to chomp down aggressively on popcorn during scary movies bc that’s how scared he is. he’s also the first one to pass out, making him the ideal target for pranks (courtesy of mikey, smiley, and kazutora)

mikey: oh god oh fuck. this very violent gremlin will hog all of the snacks, and by all, I mean ALL of them (he’s willing to lend takemichi the popcorn though). nobody can get any sleep bc this little shit snores louder than a vacuum cleaner, much to everyone’s annoyance. oh and the nasty ass creature that’s stealing all of the food in your fridge at night? that’s not your sleep paralysis demon. that’s just mikey with his stupid 3 am snacking.

draken: takes on the role as mikey’s impulse control, but only because no one else will do it. everyone cuddles up toward him during the scary movie because he’s strong and has a very reassuring presence. by the end of the movie, he can’t feel either of his arms or legs. he’ll be willing to buy extra snacks from the local dollar store just so he can get away from mikey.

baji: honestly? just as annoying as mikey. he’s ready to get wild, and constantly squabbles over the snacks with mikey (but he’s willing to share with chifuyu). he lets emma play with his hair while he gets his nails done by chifuyu. before sleeping, everyone has to roll baji up into a blanket burrito because this mf will NOT stop kicking in his sleep. have you ever been strangled in your sleep? oh don’t worry that’s probably just baji dreaming of choking kisaki to death

chifuyu: sneaks peke j in because he can’t sleep without his cat. thankfully, he’s one of the calmer people, probably second to takemichi. he also brings over his nail polish and offers to do everyone’s nails! oh uh, ignore the barfing noises in the background: that’s just chifuyu after he’s eaten one pop tart too many. given up on sleep yet?

mitsuya: he’s willing to be more chill. he loves his sisters, but it’s practically a gift from heaven having one night to himself. he brings all of the snacks, much to mikey’s delight. he’s also probably surprisingly calm during the scary movie, but only because he had a weird but short phase sometime during middle school where he would watch nothing but horror movies. it explains a lot about luna and mana’s upbringing, actually. he’ll try to get inui to model in some clothes for him, much to hakkai’s jealously.

hakkai: slightly bummed because mikey has a super tight grip on the snacks and won’t seem to share (it’s fine, draken is going to get some more). also, mitsuya is asking someone ELSE to model for him, which he seriously can’t stand. luckily, he has someone to rant to (ahem, angry) while he gets his nails done by chifuyu. he’s terrified out of his mind during the movie, screaming really loudly during the jump scares. it’s an odd sight: hakkai’s six foot ass cowering behind mitsuya, who’s calmly munching on some popcorn with takemichi without batting an eye.

pah chin: don’t tell koko, but he somehow managed to sneak his dog, pochi into the fucking house. chifuyu’s not the only one who can’t sleep without his pet. peh-yan is the only one who knows pochi is there. they hide pochi in a closet, occasionally feeding pochi some leftover snacks that mikey hasn’t claimed yet. it’s literally the worst kept secret because these two share a collective brain cell, but somehow no one has noticed yet because there’s too much chaos going on. unfortunately, the closet they hide pochi in just happens to be where koko’s shoes and fancy clothes are stored. don’t worry! koko doesn’t find out until the very next morning, or the morning after THAT, because he’s so exhausted he literally passes out for two days. that’s how much of a headache these dumbasses are

peh yan: nervously helps pah-chin smuggle pochi inside koko’s house. he nearly spills the secret like three times to five different people, but everyone thinks he’s joking. he works off the stress by playing (several) rounds of mario kart with smiley, who is unsurprisingly good at it. after the end of his rage-quit, the TV’s shattered and broken, the consoles are split into two, and koko’s headache turns into a migraine.

smiley (nahoya): whatever you do, do NOT turn your back on this fucking demon. he’s all ready to party and get wild, and by party, he means pranking the shit out of everyone at least once. he’s already got to takemichi literally after he just stepped into the house with the classic bucket prank. takemichi seems to be his favorite target by far, partially because he’s so easy to prank. he reluctantly stops filling the water balloons with boiling hot water only because mitsuya catches him in the act. did I mention that his son of a bitch craves violence?

angry (souya): kind of becomes everyone’s therapist for tonight. he sympathetically listens to his friends’ ranting, purely because he just wants all the tea (keeping a secret? forget it. he’s gonna spill to smiley like ten seconds later anyways). during the water balloon fight, he grabs a giant nerf gun instead, which automatically makes him the winner because everyone’s desperately trying to escape his carnage. after all, he was closest to winning smiley’s paintball party last year.

koko: man I feel so sorry for this guy. everyone chooses his fancy-ass mansion for the location of their sleepover (without permission because permission is for weak ass nerds ofc ). his blood stress and headache is higher than usual, which is saying something. you know that feeling when you’ve had a busy day at school, and your backpack is so fucking heavy it’s practically killing your spine, neck and shoulders? that’s what he’s feeling right now, but worse. don’t worry, everyone trashed his house, but paying for the property damage will barely scratch his bank account.

inui: it’s a little awkward for him because he’s rarely slept over at someone else’s house (other than koko’s), and he isn’t quite close to the others yet. he pointedly avoids other people (mitsuya, who he literally whacked over the head with a baseball bat, hakkai, because he used to be taiju’s subordinate, mikey. because mikey made it very clear that he doesn’t like inui very much, and koko, because fuck you, read the manga). he sticks close to draken’s side and kind of just follows him everywhere until draken tells him to get to know the others better. that leads to him chatting quietly with takemichi, who seems to welcome him. chifuyu’s very eager to paint his nails (red, because it’s the colour of mitsuya’s blood after he got whammied in the head!). mitsuya is determined to make inui his new model project (again, much to hakkai’s envy and distress), and tries to talk to him, which makes inui avoid him because he’s worried that mitsuya’s going to confront him. luckily, it turns out that mitsuya just wants him to try on some clothes, much to inui’s relief. he ends up making some new friends!

kazutora: you thought mikey and baji was bad, huh? well kazutora is (arguably) worse. he’ll keep it civil for the first hour, only making like, 20 snide comments toward chifuyu while chifuyu is doing his nails (the only thing that’s keeping chifuyu from dumping acrylic nail polish all over on kazutora’s stupid egirl banana hair is that the nail polish was expensive as hell ). kazutora’s favorite prank victim also happens to be poor takemichi, which leads to a competition between smiley and kazutora to see who can prank takemichi the most. suffice to say, takemichi had a truly awesome horrible night.

kisaki: i’d like to make one thing clear. this bastard was NOT invited at all. he’d be a mood killer to have around anyways. even if he was, chifuyu would have killed him before he could even take a single step inside the house.

hanma: in a hypothetical turn of events, let’s just say that if hanma WAS at the sleepover (hypothetically, of course), he would be just as chaotic as smiley, except his idea of “fun” is setting something on fire with those stupid cigarettes of his (don’t smoke kids!! protect your lungs). stealing baji’s forte? not cool hanma. :/

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thesewordsareallihavetogive · 3 years

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Roommates - Theo x Reader

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Summary: y/n’s landlord is increasing her rent once her lease is up. She has two options: move out or find a roommate. Theo, coincidentally, is looking for a new apartment.

Word count: 2105

Warnings: cursing, theo being a total house husband

a/n: and they were roommates

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“So then he finds out that Leia is his sister and- y/n, are you even listening?” Stiles cut himself off and looked over to where the y/h/c was nervously bouncing her leg. y/n’s head snapped up when she heard her name, nearly dropping her phone in the process.

“Uh, yeah, of course! I just um, keep going, I’m listening,” she replied unconvincingly. Her odd behavior caught the attention of the rest of the pack - not that they were really paying much attention to Stiles’s retelling of Star Wars: Return of the Jedi - causing the previous conversation to be forgotten.

“Okay, spill. There’s a handful of mostly human polygraphs in here and you’re a terrible liar. What’s up?” Malia grilled, looking at y/n expectantly.

“It’s really nothing, everything’s fine,” y/n squeaked out, her ability to lie getting worse and worse with each word. After receiving another pointed look from Malia, she finally cracked. “Ugh, fine. I just got an email from my landlord that he’s bumping up the rent when my lease is up and I can’t afford to stay there by myself anymore,” y/n ranted. The group, minus y/n, glanced around at each other with frowns. Each and every one of them would drop everything to help y/n, but it just so happened that they were all already stuck in leases or didn’t have any extra rooms at their homes. After a few moments of silence, Theo piped up.

“I could be your roommate and split the rent if you want,” he offered nonchalantly. Stiles looked between Theo and y/n as if they’d both grown two heads. Before y/n could decline the offer, Theo continued. “My lease is almost up and your place is much nicer anyways. It’s a win win,” Theo pointed out casually and leaned back deeper into the cushions.

An awkward silence hung in the air for a moment as y/n mulled it over. It wasn’t a horrible idea. Having a chimera as a roommate was basically like having a top-of-the-line security system. Plus, between being a full-time student and working part-time, y/n was hardly home so it didn’t really matter who her roommate was, just as long as they did their fair share of chores.

“Sure, why not,” y/n replied warmly.

It had been about a month since Theo moved in. Aside from sleeping, y/n had spent very little time at their now shared apartment. If she wasn’t at school or working, she was spending time with the pack, which felt like a full time job in and of itself. Too bad they weren’t getting paid to keep the whole damn city safe. For what felt like the first time in months, y/n finally had an entire weekend off. No looming deadlines from her classes. No long and grueling shifts for work. No supernatural threats.

When she got home that Friday night she dropped her purse by the door, toed her shoes off halfway through the room, and unceremoniously flopped down onto the couch, sighing loudly as she did so.

“Well hello to you too,” Theo called as he entered the room stealthily. y/n jumped, startled by his presence.

“Jesus, I didn’t even know you were home. What are you, a ninja?” y/n asked, chest heaving slightly.

“Something like that,” Theo smirked, earning an unimpressed eye-roll from y/n. Theo moved to sit down on the couch next to her, making sure to leave a respectful distance between their bodies, and kicked his feet up on the coffee table. “So, you’ve been busy,” Theo began, striking up a light conversation. y/n snorted and leaned her head back into the cushions.

“You’ve got that right,” y/n groaned, running a hand through her tousled hair. The last thing y/n expected when Theo moved in was for him to be willing to hear her vent about school and work, but he actually seemed to enjoy the conversation and company. She told him about her lazy group project members and the sleazy old men who came to the diner she waitressed at. She told him how poetic justice had been served when one particularly disgruntled customer slipped and fell on the drink that he’d intentionally spilled when a waitress wouldn’t give him her number. Theo actually laughed in response to that story, his gleeful chuckle brought a warm smile to y/n’s face.

“I didn’t mean to unload on you, thanks for listening though,” y/n finished shyly. Theo brushed off her comment.

“That was entertaining, thank you,” Theo replied with his signature grin. y/n felt heat rise to her cheeks but turned away before Theo could notice.

“Anyways… as much as I’d love to not move from this couch for the next 48 hours, I should probably clean up a bit. I’ve been a pretty shitty roommate,” y/n grimaced as she forced herself off of the couch. Theo gave her a puzzled look and patted the spot next to him on the couch, rolling his eyes when she seemed unwilling to sit back down.

“You’ve hardly been here since I moved in. I don’t think you’ve eaten a meal here, much less made a mess. Except for maybe your shoes in the middle of the floor,” he pointed out, gesturing towards her anti-slip waitressing sneakers. y/n’s face continued to burn as she moved to kick the shoes towards the shoe rack by the door. Naturally, she turned to sarcasm as a defense mechanism.

“What shoes? I don’t see any shoes,” y/n quipped slyly, waltzing back across the room to once again sink into the couch. Theo chuckled wordlessly at her antics and tore his eyes away from her to look at the TV.

“Friends or The Office?”

As luck would have it, y/n’s free weekend was short lived and the following Monday she was back to her never ending stream of school work and back-to-back work shifts. Fortunately, she was able to run home during her lunch break and wisely chose to use the time for a well-deserved nap. As she pulled out her keys to open the apartment door, she heard mechanical humming coming from inside. Truth be told, she had yet to figure out what kind of roommate Theo was, much less come close to understanding the walking enigma, so she had no idea what she was about to walk into. Was he building something? Did he figure out a way to bring the dread doctors back? Was he doing something unspeakable with a lady friend that would surely scar y/n for years to come?

As y/n mentally prepared herself for the horror movie that she was expecting to walk into, she inserted her keys in the lock. I need a fucking nap, whatever weird shit going on behind this door be damned. She pushed the door open with tense shoulders and hesitantly peered into the apartment. There stood Theo. Not holding any tools, not actively in cahoots with the nightmarish scientists that occupied part of their high school days, and (thank God) fully clothed...

But vacuuming.

Her murderous, half-human, former dirt bag roommate was vacuuming. Like a bona fide house husband.

Theo heard the door softly close shut behind y/n and he turned to face her, unplugging the vacuum machine in the process.

“What’s with all of this?” y/n asked hesitantly, gesturing vaguely to the vacuum cleaner and the various cleaning supplies set out on the coffee table. Theo glanced at the area around him, proud of his work.

“I had some time to kill so I figured I’d clean up a bit. I’m pretty much done now so I shouldn’t bother you if you’re studying or…” he trailed off, giving y/n an opportunity to fill in the blank.

“Ha, I probably should, but no. I will be dead asleep for the next thirty minutes and then I have to head to the diner for a double shift,” she groaned and shrugged off her jacket as she made her way towards her room. Considering the fact that it was only noon on a Monday, y/n seemed far too tired. Theo frowned for a moment and genuinely considered going to have nice civilized chats with her manager and professors. That’s probably a bad idea though. Unless...

For some reason unbeknownst to y/n, her professors had begun to show some mercy in the number of papers and projects they assigned. Her manager at the diner even offered to decrease the hours she worked each week if she was feeling overwhelmed. Theo wore a knowing grin when a joyful y/n came home one day and explained this all to him. If y/n caught his mischievous smirk, she certainly didn’t call him out on it. With all of her newfound free time, y/n decided that she wanted to host a pack movie night at their apartment.

“Alright, the pizza is on the way and Scott is bringing snacks. We should probably get the movie set up before Stiles gets here and somehow convinces us all to watch Star Wars again,” y/n rattled off while she paced the apartment to make sure everything was in order. “I washed a bunch of blankets earlier, could you take them out of the dryer and put them on the couch?” y/n requested as she anxiously walked to the kitchen and began pulling out plates and cups. Theo nodded gently as he popped into the kitchen to check things out.

“Don’t stress too much. As long as there’s people and pizza, everyone will be happy,” Theo said, attempting to ease her anxiety. y/n smiled lightly at his words and took a deep breath. Lately he seemed to have some magical ability to calm her down. Theo left the kitchen to take care of the blankets while y/n put together a makeshift snack bar, complete with plates, bowls for snacks, and beer. The pizza and most of the pack arrived just as y/n and Theo were finishing up with their respective jobs. The pizza delivery boy seemed a little scared by the tall, muscled men and tiny but mighty women surrounding him so she gave him a decent tip and rolled her eyes at her friends’ naturally intimidating nature. After y/n ushered them all inside and set the pizza down on the kitchen counter, she joined the rest of the pack in the living room. To her surprise, the blankets had been neatly set out around the room and folded with expert precision. She sent Theo an impressed smile and winked when she thought no one was looking.

Stiles was the last to arrive and much to his disappointment Ghostbusters had already been set up on the TV. It didn’t take long for everyone to grab food and get situated around the living room, so by the time y/n was done buzzing around the apartment like a madwoman to get everything situated there was only one spot left on the couch. y/n knew that her friends - aside from Stiles - weren’t actively trying to hurt Theo’s feelings, but seeing him tucked into the corner of the couch distanced away from everyone pained her more than she’d admit.

So, she did what any good friend would do. Not only did she gladly take the spot on the couch next to him, but she also casually tossed her legs over his and covered the two of them with a blanket. The action definitely earned her a few raised eyebrows, including from Theo, but no one dared to call them out. y/n was able to easily ignore the sideways glances they earned throughout the course of the movie, mostly because she had fallen asleep about 15 minutes in. By the end of the movie her head had fallen to lazily rest on Theo's shoulder and he had subconsciously pulled her in closer to his side.

After the movie finished and they spent some time catching up, the rest of the pack began to trickle out of y/n and Theo’s apartment. Lydia was the last to leave so she offered to lock the door behind her so that Theo wouldn’t have to move and wake y/n. Lydia tossed out a few stray cups on her way out the door, and because she was never one to tell secrets, she definitely didn’t send the girls a picture of Theo and y/n now both passed out and cuddling on the couch.

a/n: this seemed like a great idea in the shower and now i’m not sure i even like it but i hope you enjoyed :)

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nothing-but-dreamy · 3 years

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STUBBORN pt. 4

Pairing: ADAM JENSEN x GENDER NEUTRAL!READER

Words: 1.109

Warnings: none

The next morning, you were singing and dancing through your kitchen while you cleaned your apartment. The pop music had the right tune to cheer your mood for this unpleasant task. You were about to get your vacuum cleaner as suddenly a huge fireball appeared across the city with a loud bang that even your windows were shaking. You stopped in your tracks and looked shocked at the fire and smoke which erupted from one of the highest buildings in Detroit: Sarif Industries.

"Adam...", you whispered, shocked. Your hand covered your mouth while you started to shiver as the fear crept into your mind that he might be in this building at that very moment like he was used to. Pictures of a bleeding Adam, somewhere in the huge building, were flashing in your mind which scared you a lot.

This was worse than the three months where you had no idea where he had been. Now, you knew that Adam had to be in this building. He had called you earlier just to hear your voice like he had said. It was a stressful day with several meetings and the only thing Adam wanted was to get the work done and to meet with you. Now, you knew, these plans were cancelled.

The sudden sound of your phone ringing made you scream in surprise. With your eyes still glued at the pillar of smoke rising to the sky, you hurried to grab your phone.

"YN!"

You weren’t able to classify the voice properly at first because of all the noise in the background, "Yeah. Who's there?", you asked seriously, closing your other ear to hear better.

"It's me, Adam."

"Adam!", you awoke from your shock, "Are you okay? What happened?"

"Yeah, I am fine.", he said but you heard someone screaming in the background. In the far distance, there was another explosion.

"Are you still there, at Sarif Industries?", you asked concerned.

"Yes, I am. Please, YN, listen. Someone will come to your apartment in a few minutes and I want you to follow her. Her name is Malik. You can trust her. She will take you to a VTOL helicopter which will bring you to me.", Adam instructed factually.

"But... Adam-"

"Please, you have to trust me. We have to move quickly. Be ready.", Adam said and ended the call before you could say anything. But you had heard the clear urgency in his voice and the seriousness, so you knew you just had to trust him. You took your purse and got the Glock from its hide. At this moment, the announced knock echoed through the room. You stood there and waited warily unsure if you should open the door blindly no matter what Adam had said.

Then the second knock, more urgent, "YN? It's me, Malik. Jensen sent me to get you."

You opened the door to find a young woman with short, brown hair and dark eyes dressed in a pilot uniform in front of you. She smiled quickly but got serious again, "Come, we don't have much time.", Malik said and guided you through the hallway up to the rooftop where the helicopter was waiting.

You hopped inside and a few seconds later, they were already in the air. Through the window, you watched the city rushing by beneath you like a river. There were lights and cars and after a few more minutes, the air got thick with black smoke. You saw debris everywhere. And fire. You could just imagine how many people were injured or maybe even had died down there. Tears were building in your eyes by the sight of all the chaos on the ground. You wiped them away. The last thing you wanted was that Adam would be worried about you.

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Malik landed the VTOL helicopter on a rooftop next to the destroyed Sarif Industries building. As the door opened, you saw Adam already waiting on the rim of the heliport. You jumped out to meet him. Protectively, he placed his arm around your shoulders to guide you to a darker corner where you would have more privacy.

Malik followed you, too but kept some distance, "What's the plan, Jensen?", Malik asked to get new instructions. Then, you noticed the dirt and dust in Adam’s hair and on his coat. Small scratches were on his neck and you asked yourself where he had been as the explosion had happened.

"Sarif is still somewhere in this building. I have to find him.", Adam answered.

"You want to go back inside? This building is a mess. It is too dangerous.", you said concerned and looked at the smoking ruin which was Sarif Industries.

Adam looked with a loving glance at you. He cupped your face with a gloved hand and looked into your eyes while his thumb drew small circles over your skin to sooth you, "That is my job. I have to do this. But I promise, nothing will happen to me. Here," Adam said and laid a pair of keys in the palm of your hand and closed your fingers around them.

You recognised the key tag as the one you had bought for him several weeks ago. It was a small pendant with a picture of Kubrick, "Your keys?"

"Yes. Malik will bring you to my apartment. You’re safe there. Nothing can happen to you. Wait for me. I will come to you when everything's over.", Adam said determined but softly. He could see that you were about to object. He looked you straight in the eyes while his fingers were carefully tangling with your hair, "Please, do as I say. Believe me. I just want to know you’re safe."

"O-okay.", you said with a nod.

"Just go with Malik. I will follow as soon as I can.", he said softly.

"Alright.", you said because there was no way for any kind of objection.

Adam smiled fondly and kissed you sweetly before he stepped back. He nodded towards Malik who responded with a nod as well. You walked back to the helicopter but not without turning around several times to look at Adam, worried that it could be the last time.

Malik entered the pilot seat but before the doors were closing, Adam jogged over to the heli once again. You leant out of the door for another strong kiss.

"I love you, sweetheart.", he whispered meaningfully and just like that, Adam stepped back and gave the sign to start the engine. With big eyes and tears in them, you watched how Adam became slowly smaller while he kept eye contact with you as long as possible.

#adam jensen #adam jensen x reader #deus ex fanfiction #deus ex mankind divided #deus ex human revolution #deus ex #female reader #male reader #gender neutral reader

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gureishi · 3 years

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day 10: broken down the middle

Here’s day 10 of the Human Again prompts. For the master list of all the ficlets, click here.

SaeyoungXReader, T (see cw), words: 2330.

Cw: Detailed description of a panic attack in this fic. These manifest in lots of different ways for different people! I personally get panic attacks in a very particular way, and so I gave my panic attacks to Saeyoung (sry bb).

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Saeyoung’s face goes numb.

The news has been on all day, a constant drone from the speakers under the big TV in the living room. The face of the man he’s spent most of his life trying to avoid is plastered all over all his screens. Even in the RFA messenger, the discussion is centered around his father’s trial. His friends’ tone is victorious.

In the bunker, the energy is very different.

Saeran has gone for another walk; over the past few days, his walks have gotten longer and longer. Saeyoung envies his brother’s ability to escape the oppressive air in the house, the unending loop of trial footage and condemnation and speculation.

Personally, he can’t can’t bring himself to turn off the news, and he hasn’t left the house in three days.

He’s keeping it together, more or less. You’re as bright as ever, finding things around the house for him to fix, trying to keep his hands and mind busy. He knows it’s been hard on you, too—knows that the role of caretaker is taking a toll. He’s been thinking of ways he can make it up to you, when it’s all over.

Now, you’ve gone to shower (only after repeated assurances from him that he will be fine being left alone for half an hour or so). He hates himself for relying on you so heavily; he’s weak, he thinks—Saeran has figured out how to cope. Why can’t he?

Alone in his huge living room with only the footage of his father’s trial to keep him company, Saeyoung finds himself frozen on the couch, the robot vacuum cleaner he’d been re-wiring forgotten beside him. His vision is hazy—he’s not sure how long he’s been staring at the TV screen without really seeing it.

And his face is numb. This surprises and frightens him a little. He twitches his nose, wiggles his eyebrows—they’re there, but it feels like his nerve endings have been cut off. It reminds him of the times the agency gave him high doses of narcotics when he was injured so he could keep working without having to take a break. Those time, he’d felt like his head was floating a foot above his throat. This time the numbness seeps down into his neck like frigid fingers tracing his veins.

There’s definitely something wrong with his vision, too. It’s a little like his head’s been wrapped in saran wrap—the rest of the room looks far away. This is a familiar sensation, too: he’s had his airflow cut off or severely limited before, and he knows what happens just before losing consciousness.

But he doesn’t feel like he’s going to pass out. He’s been breathing, he thinks—he has! He wiggles his fingers and toes—which, thankfully, still feel warm and alive—and tries to take a deep breath. The strangest part of all this, he thinks, is that he was actually feeling okay, just a moment ago. The sense of overwhelming doom that’s been enveloping him after since the start of the trial has faded into the distance, along with his ability to feel his ears.

Okay. He knows how to do this. He knows what a near-death situation feels like, and it feels like this. And he knows how to cope with that. He tries stretching out his arms, and is unpleasantly surprised to find that the numbness is spreading over his shoulders. He tries again to take a deep breath, but it gets cut off in his throat.

Somewhere very far away, through the persistent buzzing in his ears, he hears his father’s voice booming out of the TV again. Turn down the volume, he thinks frantically. If it gets any louder it’ll kill me.

He reaches for the remote but finds he can’t remember how to turn the volume down. The buttons are blurring together, a confusing blob of colors and shapes that he can’t figure out.

Huh, he thinks, somewhat calmly. Maybe this has nothing to do with the trial. Maybe I’m just having a heart attack.

Pins and needles shoot up and down his arms, which seem to confirm his theory. He can hear his heart now, and he’s surprised by how fast it’s pounding—he’d had no idea. He tries to swallow and finds he can’t can’t; his head is spinning and he lowers it clumsily into his hands, which is when he discovers that he’s crying.

What? He still feels nothing—no grief, no anxiety. Just the vague certainty that he’s dying. He doesn’t understand why is face is wet, as if tears have been pouring out of his eyes for some time. For how long…?

His head continues to spin, and he finds he can’t sit upright anymore. He curls himself into the couch, feeling nauseous—he wonders if he’s been poisoned. He knows it doesn’t make sense, knows he hasn’t seen anyone but you and his brother for days, but…but…

The cold fingers reach his chest, and he thinks, no, not poison, but it’s as if he’s been possessed, like his soul is trying to claw its way out of his body. He wraps his arms around himself and scrunches his eyes shut against the bursting, popping lights filling his vision. He waits.

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You find him like that: curled into the fetal position on the couch, his arms wrapped around his middle, his eyes shut, tears pouring down his cheeks.

Oh no.

“Babe… Hey. Hey. Can you hear me?”

Wrapped in a bathrobe, your hair dripping onto your shoulders, you kneel beside him. You’ve seen Saeyoung at his most scared and his most desperate. You’ve soothed him when he’s woken up screaming, when he’s forgotten where he is, overwhelmed by flashbacks of his past. This is a new one, though; luckily, this time it’s something you understand.

“Saeyoung…honey. Can you hear my voice?”

Careful not to touch him, you crouch by his side, talking softly into his ear. What you’re saying doesn’t matter—you just need him to focus on something that’s not inside his own head.

“Ya…I hear—but…I feel really sick, I…” His voice is slurred, but trying to talk is good. You have to breathe when you’re talking.

“Baby, can you do something for me? Can you lift up your arm?”

He shakes his head. He’s hugging himself so tightly you couldn’t unwrap his arms if you tried.

“Please, babe. Just give me one arm. Trust me.”

He shakes his head again, but at the same time he lifts up one arm for you. Immediately, you see his face relax a little, some of his tense muscles triggered to release by the oxygen that’s forced into his body as he moves.

Gently, you take his arm, and stretch it up, then out. He doesn’t resist, so you try shaking it a bit. You hear him take a breath.

“Honey, I know you feel like you have to lie down, but I need you to try sitting up,” you say softly, slipping a hand under his head. His face is wet with tears and sweat, and his hair sticks to his forehead.

“Can’t,” he mumbles in that same slurred voice.

“If it makes you feel worse you can lay back down right away, I promise,” you coax. You scoop his head up with your arm and he tries to help you, using his other arm to prop himself up. “Good job, baby,” you murmur, guiding him into a sitting position. He opens his eyes a tiny bit, wincing at the light, and you see that his pupils are huge in his pale face. You take his other hand. “We’re just gonna move your arms around, okay?” You pull his arms toward you, away from his body. Then you shake them. He mutters something incoherent, but you see a little color returning to his cheeks. “How does that feel?” you ask him, now stretching out his hands, rotating his wrists.

“Funny,” he says, his voice a little clearer. “My body feels like rubber.”

“I know, babe. Hey, look at me?” You place your hands on his shoulders and rub them, and he blinks as if he’s trying to get you into focus. “Can you feel your arms?” you ask. He wriggles them on his own this time and you feel him take another breath.

“Kind of,” he says. He blinks frantically and his eyes focus on you. “Were numb, but…”

“Yeah. Can you try to take another breath for me?” He takes a slow, stuttering breath. It catches in his throat, and he coughs. “You had a panic attack,” you tell him softly. “The more you breathe, the better you’ll start to feel.”

“Never had a panic attack before,” he mutters, trying another shaky breath. “Thought I got poisoned.”

You almost laugh, shaking your head. “Leave it to you to have more experience with getting poisoned than dealing with your anxiety. Can you take another breath for me?”

You count for him, making him inhale for four counts and exhale for eight. A few more tears leak out of the corner of his eye.

“Take three more breaths like that for me, baby. I’m going to get you something. I’ll be back before you’re done.”

You rest his hands in his lap and dart into the kitchen. You hear him taking two unsteady breaths before you return. This time, you sit beside him on the couch.

“I’m gonna put an ice cube against your cheek,” you tell him. “It’s going to feel cold, but it will help you.” You twist the ice cube tray with both hands and catch a cube in a dish towel. Gently, you press it against his cheek, and a shiver runs through his body. Good. As you move it over his face, you feel his neck muscles relax, just a little bit. He closes his eyes again. “Babe, can you try to stand up?” you ask.

“My legs are still kinda numb,” he admits. He sounds a bit more like himself. “I’ll try, though.”

He stands, a little wobbly on his feet, and you rise with him.

“We’re gonna do some jumping jacks—no, seriously, trust me. We’ll do it together. We can just do five.”

You start jumping and, though he looks skeptical, he follows suit. After five, you have him do ten more. Then another ten.

He looks at you with clearer eyes. You can hear that his breath has deepened.

“Wow, that—really helped,” he says.

“Is your face still numb?” you ask him. He shakes his head.

“I still feel a little nauseous and dizzy. But I can feel my nose again.”

You smile. “Good. Let’s get you some water.”

You go to the kitchen again and you hear him moving around, jogging back and forth. He takes the cup you offer him with sure hands, and he sips it carefully.

“Babe? Do you think we could turn the TV off for a little while? Or at least mute it?” you suggest.

“Let’s mute it,” he says. “At least for now.”

Relieved, you take the remote and mute the TV. The sound that’s been pervading the house for the past three days is finally cut off. You take a deep breath, and Saeyoung does, too.

He sits on the floor, facing away from the TV, and you sit in front of him, taking his hands.

“Sorry,” he mutters. “Apparently I can’t be left alone even for a few minutes.”

You rub his hands, pleased o feel that they are starting to warm up. His blood is flowing again. “You are a very strong and self-sufficient person, Saeyoung,” you tell him firmly. “It’s normal to have anxiety when your father is on trial—even when is is…who he is. Because of all of that. It is normal to need help in this situation.”

He shakes his head. “I wasn’t even feeling bad when it happened,” he says. “I was feeling better and then suddenly—like, my heart stopped working?”

“That’s normal, too,” you say, wiggling his arms again. He relaxes them, letting you.“You’ve been through this with me before. You know it doesn’t always happen when it makes the most sense.”

He takes another long, slow breath. “I thought I was ready to deal with whatever happened,” he says slowly. “Everything’s playing out exactly how I wanted it to, but…I guess I wasn’t as ready to deal with it as I thought.”

You move closer to him and he leans into you, so you wrap up in your arms, cradling his head against your chest.

“Handling it doesn’t have to look like celebrating. Or feeling calm. Or knowing what you’re supposed to feel or think or do. You are handling it.”

“Uggghhhh.” Saeyoung groans and squeezes you tight. “What would I do without you?”

You run a hand up and down his back, along his spine. “You are much stronger than you give yourself credit for,” you tell him. “You would be fine.

He nuzzles his face against your shoulder. “Maybe so,” he says. “But I’m lucky I never have to find out.”

Over his head, on the TV, you see the trial dragging on. The end is inevitable, you think: whether it’s later tonight, or tomorrow, or next week, Saeyoung’s father is going to lose. The twins are going to be safe. They are going to be free.

But right now, that all feels so far away; right now, the figure who has loomed in Saeyoung’s nightmares ever since he learned to recognize him is everywhere, and Saeyoung feels happy and scared and guilty and relieved all at once.

You brush his sweaty hair off his forehead. In the distance, the security system chimes; Saeran is home.

“It’s going to be okay,” you whisper into Saeyoung’s hair, meaning nothing, meaning everything.

“I know,” he says.

#mystic messenger #mysticmessenger #mysme #mm #human again prompts #saeyoung choi #707 #saeyoungxreader #707xreader #fanfiction #fanfic #drabble #ficlet #this stressed me tf out to write tbh #but more smut coming tomorrow so #yyaaayyyy

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a-bts-world · 3 years

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Fake dating II part 4 II Wong Yukhei

see masterlist for part 1-3

fashion designer ! wong yukhei x florist ! reader

It has been a few weeks since your high school reunion when Yukhei texts you without any warning. But since you are at work, you decided to ignore the text for now. You will deal with it later, atleast that was your plan. With every passing minute you get more curious, wondering why he would even text you after three weeks with no contact. With your mind not at your work you cut yourself instead of the flower’s stem. ‘y/n, what happened? You are usually not this clumsy. What is on your mind?’ your boss asks your concerned. Your boss is an older lady who’s love for flowers is almost bigger than the love for her husband. You answer her question it’s nothing and you are just a bit tired. ‘You know what, you can get five minutes of to get a band-aid and ease your mind. So you do as your told, going into the back of the shop to get a band-aid and a glass of water. Your curiosity got the best of you and after aiding your finger you decide to unlock your phone and up the text Yukhei sent you.

Hii,

Lucas here. Do you remember me talking to Kun at the reunion? Well he was willing to invest in my fashion line. But he still thinks we are dating, so he invited the two of us over for dinner. Are you willing to help me out? If not I can just tell him we broke up.

Let me know what you think

Bye

Not knowing what to respond to this you just leave him on read and decide to text him back when you finish work. So after finishing your glass of water you go back in to the shop, helping your boss making a few bouquets.

It has been a long day at work when you arrive home. After finishing the bouquets for the next day, another order came in for four more bouquets. You offered to stay overtime and finish the bouquets, since your boss is a bit older and you don’t want her to overwork herself. So when you finally open te door to your apartment you just want to go to bed. But as you enter the living room you see Da-hee sitting on your couch and as you want to ask her what she’s doing her, you notice Ten walking out the kitchen. ‘Hey y/n, how are you? We thought it was time to have a small get together. We missed you, our hard working girl,’ Ten excitedly explains why they are at your apartment. Setting down the glasses and bottle of water he was carrying. You just sighed and sat down next to Da-hee on the couch. ‘what’s with that sigh, my friend?’ Ten asks you curious.

‘I’m just very tired from working all week,’ you answer, forgetting about the text Lucas send you halfway during the day. You grab the bottle of water and fill your glass, gulping the water down in mere seconds. Da-hee follows your example and also fill her glass with water. Ten however grabs the remote from the television and puts on some show. ‘Do you guys want something to eat as well? I haven’t had dinner yet, so I will just make some ramen. Nothing special,’ you tell them and they shake their heads. They probably had dinner before going to your apartment. You get up from the couch and walk towards the kitchen. While making the ramen your hear some screaming from the couch.

‘y/n! why didn’t you tell me this?’ Ten questions you about something you apparently should have told him. ‘Since when are you and Lucas texting?’ He screams excitedly, and that is when you remember the text you were still supposed to answer. You hurry to the couch making sure you can get your phone back from Ten. You see another text

Okay, I knew this was a onetime thing. But leaving me on read, when I ask a favor back is a bit low y/n. I hope you know that.

‘F*ck!’ you scream not explaining anything to Ten and Da-hee. You sigh and fall down on the couch, your head in Da-hee’s lap. She just starts stroking your hair to calm you down. ‘Guys, I f*cked up,’ You then see and Ten starts laughing. In between his laughs you can make out that he grabbed your phone and saw Yukhei’s text. ‘Ten! Stop laughing,’ you whine, feeling really bad for yourself.

‘I’m sorry, but this is hilarious and such a Lucas thing to do.’

‘Well since you know him so good, why don’t you help me?’ getting a bit angry with Ten for only laughing at you. Atleast Da-hee is trying to comfort you even though she still doesn’t know what happened. ‘now please hand me back my phone.’

‘Okay,’ Ten answers and hands you your phone back. Since you are feeling so bad for yourself you don’t want to explain what happened to Da-hee, so you just hand her your phone. She looks at you confused but your eyes tell her to read the texts.

‘Okay, I think your reaction was a bit too much. You can just tell him you forgot to answer since you were busy at work. I don’t think it’s that bad,’ Da-hee comforts you after reading the texts. She also starts typing immediately. Within a minute she shows you the text she thought out. You read it over.

Hii,

I’m sorry for not replying earlier. I was very busy at work and when I read your text a costumer came in and it stayed busy after that. To answer your first text, I think the least I can do is going to that dinner. How is your fashion line working out so far, do you have any options for me to buy?

Bye

‘Thank you so much girlie!’ you scream at Da-hee and click send. Afterwards you give your friend a tight hug and put your phone away. ‘No it’s time to have fun,’ you tell your friends excitedly and your evening with a lot of laughing and drinking starts.

It’s been almost two weeks since Yukhei had texted you about Kun wanting to meet the both of you again and you have been texting every day since. It started out as getting to know each other more, so nothing weird could happen, but now you actually enjoy it. Right now you are at work, but when you get off in an hour or so, Yukhei will be here to pick you up. You have a change of clothes in your bag, so you can change out of your work clothes at the shop.

Hii, I will be a bit earlier to pick up a bouquet for Kun and his girlfriend. Is that okay?

You read the text Yukhei just send you, you just answer his text with a thumbs up emoji. Then the bell rings announcing there is new costumer in the shop. ‘Hello! How can I help you?’ you question the costumer and start picking out a bouquet. After this costumer a few other costumers also come in. Up until five minutes before closing time it’s pretty busy in the shop. You sigh cleaning everything as fast as possible. Just before it’s closing time your hear the bell again.

‘Hello? y/n?’ you hear Yukhei ask. Relieved it’s not another costumer you answer him that you still need to clean. ‘no problem, take your time. Just know that I still need to have a bouquet, so if you can request anything that would be great,’ Yukhei casually lets you know and sits down on the stairs that are next to the counter.

‘Yeah yeah, I remember. I have them ready in the back. Just need to clean and count the sales and then after I changed we can go. You answer starting the cleaning process. Yukhei walks to you and takes over the vacuum cleaner. Cleaning the floor, you thank him and go to the counter to count the sales you had today. After cleaning and counting you quickly go to the back of the shop and change into your outfit for the night. Nothing special, a white blouse and black jeans. It still looks classy, but it doesn’t look like you tried to hard. When facing Yukhei you notice his eyes on your body. ‘let’s go, before we are too late,’ you say trying to avoid his eyes. Yukhei nods and opens the door for you, since you are holding the bouquet. He follows after you, until you realize you can’t find his car.

‘Hello Yukhei, nice to see you. Good to see you brought your girlfriend along,’ Kun beams at you two. Yukhei enthusiastically hugs him, while you shake his hand respectfully. He is still a older than you, can’t forget to show him respect. ‘how are you guys?’ Kun then continues to ask while looking at you. As if he knows Yukhei’s answer already.

‘we are good. I just finished work so Yukhei picked me up to join the diner. It is nice seeing you again,’ you respond friendly but with manners. Kun just smiles, apparently content with your answer. He does tell you, that his girlfriend Ji-su is going to be late. She got hold up at work, but you don’t mind it. Since was one of the bullies at your high school.

After ordering and some more small talk, Ji-su arrived at the restaurant. She instantly looked shocked, as if she didn’t realize you would join the dinner. ‘Hi baby, how was work?’ Kun asks her as he places a quick kiss on her lips after she sat down at the table. She answered telling it was a lot, but it was also still fun.

‘what do you do for work?’ you decide to ask her, showing her you could be the mature one. Feeling slightly scared by her stare at you, you look down. Your hands fumbling with the ring on your finger. Yukhei notices and grabs your hand under the table. Hoping the other two wouldn’t notice your anxiety.

‘I work as a nurse at the hospital. I hope to become one of the head surgeons some time in the future. But what about you, what kind of work do you do?’ She asks you weirdly curious. You expected her to say something about not getting to know it at the reunion, but somehow she doesn’t.

‘I am a florist, I work at a local flower shop,’ you answer her question.

‘Oh really? That is so amazing! You must see a lot of different people every day. Each of them requesting something different for you. Must be pretty difficult,’ she mocks you and your job. You just sigh and nod your head, being used to it. Yukhei however doesn’t enjoy it and looks at Kun accusingly. Who notices the animosity between the two of the girls as well and tries to minimalize it.

‘She is right. I think it is a hard job y/n, not everybody can do it and a lot of people underestimate it. I mean, I know I couldn’t make a bouquet look pretty,’ he soothes everything down a bit. And everyone let’s out a little chuckle at his remark.

‘So while the girls catch up with each other. Shall we talk about fashion?’ Kun continues his conversation with Yukhei. As if Ji-su heard it as well she ask you a few question about your job and the place you live in. But she also asks about Yukhei and how things are going, if you are living together, or planning on getting married. You surprise yourself and answer all her question without any anger, and most of them even honestly. When she gets to the questions about Yukhei you start doubting your answers, what would someone in love say. But since Ji-su is interested in your answers, you can’t dodge the questions. Which means you got to think about them.

‘you know, that is a good question Ji-su. I don’t immediately know what I would say is Yukhei’s best feature. And do you mean like personality wise or appearance wise?’ you answer Ji-su’s question.

‘You can answer both, and I know it’s a good question. I asked it,’ she answer laughing softly.

‘it’s my humor, of course,’ Yukhei saves you once again laughing at his own joke. You just nod in agreement and look at him. You notices the sparkles in his eyes, it makes it look like he really does enjoy this dinner. Well he should, he is talking about his fashion line. But deep down you know, you hope it is something more. You hope he enjoys your company.

‘you are indeed very funny Lucas.’

‘thank you,’ Yukhei mutters a bit flustered. She seemed to be lowkey flirting with him, even with her boyfriend present. You sigh at her actions. Yukhei turns his head to you. ‘is there something wrong, babe?’ he questions your sigh. You shake your head and tell him you’ve got to use the bathroom.

Dinner with Kun and Ji-su was a success according to Yukhei. He seems over the moon with everything. You guess you would be too, if someone wants to invest in your clothing line. ‘y/n, I don’t want this to end yet. Do you want to come over to my apartment?’ he sing-songs his question to you. He did have a bit too much to drink, so maybe it would be safer for him and you if you would drive him home.

‘Yeah sure, why not. Shall I drive us?’

‘No! I can drive. I didn’t have that much to drink. You see, I can still walk in a straight line,’ he tells you walking in front of you. Indeed he did walk a straight line, without wobbling or stopping in between. Maybe he really didn’t have that much to drink. So you give him the benefit of the doubt, for now.

‘okay, you can drive. Where is your car?’ you ask. Yukhei doesn’t answer, instead he puts his arm around your shoulders. Leading you towards his car. he opens the door for you and you sit down in the car. he jogs around the car to the driver’s side and sits down as well. As he starts the engine, you realize you’re actually going to his apartment. You start to panic a bit, you didn’t think this through, if the both of you drink more alcohol you won’t be able to go home. But you also can’t stay at his place, what are you supposed to do now. Did Yukhei even think this through? Suddenly you feel his hand on your thigh, his thumb rubbing circling in order to try and calm you down. At least, that is what it did. How he knew you were stressed is still a mystery to you, but at least you calmed down. His hand remains on your thigh for the rest of the drive, except for when he needed to switch gears of course.

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Busted, But it’s ok chapter 2 (Power pack)

"JACK YOU CAN'T!" Alex cried out, even as the little sissy was still wetting his diapers, reaching out with his powers and trying to snag the cellphone away. "Ah ah ah, be a good gurl Alex." Jack said, grinning ear to ear. "it's linked to the cloud and saying there. Now I MIGHT think about not uploading..if.." Jack said and paused for dramatic effect. The red faced older brother though not looking the part, that was for sure) slumped his shoulders in defeat, and relaxed his power. "If?" Alex whined. If somebody promises to keep being a good widdle maid and doing alll of my chores. And my homework. Of course to show I'm not a totally heartless monster." Jack said and popped his cellphone in his pocket then walked over and patted Alex's diaper butt, making the sissy squeak. "I'll make sure you can wear your widdle outfit while you d it.~" he said and laughed. "...C-Can I do the chores in my big boy clothes?" Alex mewed. He knew when he was beaten but even then, he had to at least try and save some face..even if the idea of being a little pamper maid had squirming lots. "Of course not! if my -snort- big brother wants to waddle around in his sissy baby maid outfit in private, he can do it in front of me. Heck, I'll sweeten the pot: I'll even change your diapies for you 'sis'" Jack said then paused. "Speaking of, looks like widdle Alex piddled himself." Alex whined and nodded, then looked down at the front of his diapies. the princess had indeed faded from the heavy fear based wetting he'd unleashed. "I um..I.." Alex said and squirmed LOTS while Jack patted his diapered butt, there was just something about getting diaper pats from someone else that was breaking down any form of common sense for poor little Alex. "Yes Little sis?" Jack asked. "I..I set these diapers up for lot's of wettings.. S-So I don't need a change yet...Big brother." Alex said and closed his eyes, his face crimson. "oh I See~ So you LIKE sitting in soggy diapers. Noted." Jack said and took his hand away, then seemed to pause before looking sheepish. "Uh..One little thing though..I mean.. I suppose I'll change them if I have to..but..you don't..you know.." Jack asked and then trailed off. It took Alex a full 10 seconds before it dawned on him what Jack was asking and he let out a cute squeal. "N-NO! I ONLY WET MY DIAPIES!" he Yelped out MUCH louder then he'd meant to them covered his mouth, looking around. "Well thats good to know..though I think half the block knows it now too." Jack laughed. "Finished doing the dishes, I'm gonna go play a few games on your switch..." Jack said and turned to leave. "But..but..I JUST got that and-" Alex started to whine. "I can always go on YouTube instead." Jack called still heading out of the room. "..Try the new Pokemon! it's fun!" Alex called and then turned back to the dishes. Suddenly doing all the chores for everyone didn't seem so fun.

Jack chuckled and sat on the sofa, playing on Alex's switch, which he was going to let the sissy know was now going to be technically HIS, and thought of all the fun he was going to have with his sissy cream puff of a big brother. In hindsight after the shock of just seeing Alex dressed like this, he wasn't actually all that surprised his brother was a little diaper sissy. Alex had always seemed a little well, wussy and had been in good-nites off and on for years. Actually thinking about it, That begged the question was Alex a sometimes bed wetter for real or had been just faking to get his butt diapered and treated like a little boy by their parents. He had been blushing but grinning like a fool when they'd remind him no drinks for a hour before bed after all. Having dealt with the smells of a bed wetting roomie for so long Jack didn't think he'd mind changing the sissies diapers all that much, couldn't be worse then having to take a soggy good-nite to the trash when Alex had leaked and their parents had been calming the sobbing sissy down. That said, he was glad Alex had had such a negative reaction to the thought of crapping his diapers. If it came down to it Jack would do his own damn chores before he'd wipe a poopie butt.

With the dishes done, Alex waddled to the closet and took out the vacuum cleaner then started to head into the living room then paused. the curtains were wide open and while earlier he had loved the thought of being risky he'd had enough thrills for one day. Jack was laying on the couch and from the sounds coming from the switch ('MY switch..' Alex huffed mentally) it was clear he'd taken Alex's advice and was playing Pokemon. "Um, big brother?" Alex called, trying to keep his voice nice and sweet. "Hmm?" Jack sat up and looked over. "Done with the dishes? Oh and ready to clean the living room I see. what's up soggy butt?" Alex squirmed at the name calling but forced a smile on his face. "Um, could you pleasssse close the curtains for me? I..I don't want anyone else to see me." He said. "heh, and I don't think I wanna share your cleaning services yet. though I suppose after the mess I made at Franklin's, I might be able to get back in their good graces by sending you over." Jack teased. "Y-You wouldn't!" Alex yelped and wet his soggy diapers more. "I might." Jack winked then added. "Depends on how well behaved my widdle sister can be for me." He set the switch on the couch and got up, heading over to the curtains and pulling them shut. "oh, by the way, I deleted your file and started a new one. I don't think a little lady like you needs to be playing video games anyways. Don't worry..I'll get you a coloring book of Disney princess to draw in instead.I know, I spoil you." Jack laughed and got back on the couch. Alex fumed, he'd been half way though the elite four and from the sounds of things Jack had basically just claimed the switch that Alex had saved up for for MONTHS as his own. "Is there a problem? don't tell me your gonna be a bad girl and have a fit?" Jack asked, a smirk on his face. "..N-No not at all Big brother." Alex said though clenched teeth. "I bet your SO happy I'm taking your video games away and giving you coloring books instead you wanna thank me don't you?" Jack said, a shit eating grin on his face. 'Son of a BITCH!' Alex thought, fuming and clenching a fist. Instead he took a deep breath and let the fist go and pasted a fake smile on his face. "of course Big brother. Thank you sooo much for taking my video games from me. I'll color you lots of pretty pictures." Alex said. "Your VERY welcome Soggy butt. Oh, before you start cleaning in here, be a dear and go make me a sandwich, and bring me a soda." Jack said and went back to his game. '..I'm gonna murder him.' Alex thought. A wave of submissiveness swept over him though and a little voice in his head reminded him that this is technically a form of what he wanted, and to be a god girl. "Yes big brother, right away." Alex said and did a curtsy as best he could with the swollen diapers around his waist.

Jack swallowed hard as soon as Alex was out of the room. For a second despite how calm and cool he'd looked, Jack had been scared he'd pushed things too far and Alex had been about to throttle him, Video or no video. 'Maybbbe dial it back a little there Jacky boy..and let him play some of his games so he'll think you were just role playing.' He thought to himself. Going back to the game he started to wonder what was taking the little sissy so long in the kitchen when the smell something delicious hit his nose and he sat up. Alex had not only done as ordered, but went about just a cold cut sandwich and had in fact made a bacon and grilled cheese sandwich for Jack and poured him a tall glass of cola with ice in it, carry it in on a tray and setting it on the coffee table and then curtsying again. "Anything else Big brother? Or may I go back to cleaning?" Alex asked. '..Did I fucking break him or something?' Jack wondered in his head then out loud. "Nope, this is good. Good girl soggy butt. Maybe I'll rethink the video game ban after all." Alex's answer caught him off guard however. "That's OK Big brother, little sissies shouldn't play video games." Alex coo'ed and then with anther curtsy went and plugged in the vacuum cleaner, and started to vacuum. '..I fucking broke him.' Jack thought and gulped, then dig into his sandwich worried about his brother.

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My Mind Turns Your Life Into Folklore

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Monday January 18th

song played on mikasa's computer that is sang by mikasa and eren: coney island-taylor swift & the national

the game they are playing is card against humanity and I just googled random card to get that one.

chapter twenty-one: coney island

The video began to play on Mikasa’s laptop.

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They were nineteen in the video.

Far before everything went to hell after Grisha’s death.

In the video, they were in Eren’s bedroom. He was gently strumming a guitar as he sat on his bed.

“Tell your dad to buy a piano over here,” Mikasa called from off screen.

“Shit, this won’t line up right,” Eren grumbled before adjusting the camera.

“Why are you recording this anyway?” Mikasa asked off camera.

“So when you go famous, I can sell it on the internet,” he grinned. “Get in frame.”

“Why? Then no one can confirm it’s me.”

Eren set his guitar down and dragged Mikasa into frame. She was laughing as he pulled her into his lap. He held her there.

“Now there’s proof. Okay, drag your keyboard over here and let’s do this,” he smiled at her.

“Fine,” she grumbled.

The screen went dark.

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There was no more video but the audio continued to play.

Mikasa heard the playing of the piano.

“Is that me?” she asked as she looked over at Eren, taking her eyes away from the screen.

He nodded.

She began to recognize the music.

But this wasn’t the same song that her nineteen year old self had written.

No, this song was much more recent.

It had been the last song she had worked with Eren on.

Her eyes widened at the realization.

“{lyrics redacted due to copyright} ” Mikasa’s voice filled her bedroom from the speaker of the laptop.

Eren looked scared.

Like a deer caught in the headlights of an oncoming truck.

“ {lyrics redacted due to copyright}.”

Mikasa reached across the bed but stopped from taking Eren’s hand again as her own voice cut through her thoughts and feelings.

“ {lyrics redacted due to copyright}. ”

She had been so lost back then.

Maybe that was why she had proposed.

Maybe that was why she thought the only clear answer was to commit more to Eren.

Maybe if she did then he would be okay.

He would understand that he was committed to her.

It was Eren’s voice that sliced through her thought this time.

“ {lyrics redacted due to copyright} ”

He had turned her song into a duet.

That was what he had been nervous about.

He was staring at her.

He was waiting for her reaction.

Her eyes met his.

“ {lyrics redacted due to copyright}.”

Neither of them moved.

Neither of them said anything.

In the audio, Mikasa’s voice joined Eren’s.

“ {lyrics redacted due to copyright}. ”

The chorus began, with both of them singing after that.

Mikasa’s head was swimming.

She had purposely forgotten about this song.

She was sure that somewhere around here she still had the lyrics in a journal.

An unfinished journal for an unfinished song of unfinished relationship.

Another move out of desperation.

If she had made so many moves out of desperation, how many had Eren made?

“ {lyrics redacted due to copyright} ”

Mikasa knew exactly the place Eren was singing about in the song. The place where they had played as children, snuck away to make out as teenagers.

“ {lyrics redacted due to copyright}.”

The DUI.

Her?

He had seen her when he had almost died?

He had still wanted her then?

Of course he had, they had already been through this.

So as the song continued, Mikasa put her hand in Eren’s.

He smiled.

She pulled him towards her and he rested his head on her chest. She hoped he wouldn’t notice that her heart had sped up a little.

They stayed like that, even after the song had ended.

A CRASH came from downstairs.

“I think they’re back,” Eren muttered.

At some point, Mikasa had begun absentmindedly running her fingers through Eren’s long hair.

“Probably. Glad I shut the door.”

“So, do you hate it?” he asked finally.

She shook her head. “I love it. I loved that you were here to listen to it with me. I don’t think it would have been the same without you.”

Eren nodded.

“Why were you so scared?”

“It’s your music...I didn’t want you to think I ruined it or anything.”

“You’re wrong. It’s your music too. I didn’t compose it. You did and I loved it.”

He sat up.

Mikasa was disappointed that he moved away from her.

“If you actually hate it...you can tell me…”

Her hand grabbed his shirt, pulling him towards her.

“I love it.”

Was she going to kiss him now?

Would that be a good idea?

This whole situation was a mess.

“I’m...glad..” He mumbled.

“Eren, I don’t know if we should kiss yet or not. I don’t know how to go about redoing this whole….”

Her sentence was cut off by his lips on hers.

She sighed into the kiss as she kissed him back. Mikasa would have been lying if she said she hadn’t missed this. There was something about kissing Eren Jaeger that just made her feel so drunk and addicted. Maybe it was the way his lips moved on hers or how his hands were always in her hair. Maybe it was the way that no one else could ever make her feel this alive. Her heart was racing and any thoughts or worries seemed miles away as moved her hand from the front of his shirt to wrap around his neck.

When they were kissing, there were no other worries for either of them.

And maybe that was the moment that Eren realized he had been blowing this whole her listening to his song out of proportion. If it had led to this, this feeling of having her back in his arms. This feeling of her soft lips on his.

He was so weak for her.

And he didn’t even care who knew it.

Finally, when they both needed air, they broke apart. He rested his forehead on hers.

“Too soon?” he asked.

She shook her head. “We waited too long to do that again.”

Eren grinned. “I’ve got a lot of time to make up for.”

“Should we go see what they’ve destroyed downstairs?” she asked him.

“Probably or they’ll come looking for us to assume the worst,” Eren sighed as he pulled away from her. He stretched as he stood up.

Mikasa got off the bed and her hand slipped into his as they made their way out of her bedroom and downstairs.

“SQUISH IT AGAIN!” Historia yelled from her perch on the couch.

“I’m trying!” Ymir was chasing something around the couch while she was holding a frying pan.

“Is it dead?” Sasha asked as she poked her head out of the kitchen.

“NO! Ymir, kill it!” Historia cheered.

“What does it look like I’m trying to do over here? Take it on a date?” Ymir asked as she continued her chase.

As Ymir moved to the back of the couch, Mikasa and Eren saw the largest spider either of them had seen.

“Nope!” Eren yelled as he jumped into Mikasa’s arms.

“Where did that come from?” Mikasa asked.

“No idea. I threw my clothes in the laundry and this thing came out,” Ymir explained.

“Yeah, it tried to kill us!” Sasha called while standing in the doorway of the kitchen.

Ymir swung at the spider.

It jumped.

Ymir missed. The frying pan made a CRASH noise as it hit the floor.

The spider ran under the couch.

“MOTHERFUCKER!” Ymir shouted as she stood up.

Levi came down the stairs and passed Mikasa and Eren. Eren was still in Mikasa’s arms with his arms thrown around her neck.

Levi went into the kitchen and pulled out a vacuum cleaner.

“Move,” he said as he came back into the kitchen.

Historia got off of the couch which Levi quickly flipped over.

The spider charged at Levi who pushed the vacuum straight for the spider.

At the last moment, the spider swerved and ran under Levi’s chair.

“See?!” Ymir said as she pointed towards the chair.

Levi was not going to be defeated. He dropped the vacuum to the floor. He picked up one of his steel toed boots and pulled it on. No one laughed as he made his way over to his chair. Levi flipped the chair and immediately stepped on the spider.

The spider was dead.

“You’re my hero, Levi,” Sasha said from the kitchen.

“Clean that up,” he said as he pointed to the remains of the spider left on the floor.

Annie came downstairs. “What did I miss?” she asked as she ran a hand through her hair. She clearly had just woken up from a nap.

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After the carpet and Levi’s boot had been cleaned, they put the furniture back together.

“I think I’ll go shopping for a new couch,” Mikasa said as she flipped the couch over.

“We do need a new one. It’s so small,” Historia agreed.

Sawney and Bean came downstairs.

“Babies! You’re safe!” Ymir said as the dogs ran towards her. “Why was that spider so large?”

“Probably had a good food source if I had to guess,” Sasha shrugged.

“Great. Well, it’s dead now,” Ymir said before sitting down on the couch.

“Should we just order dinner?” Mikasa asked before she sat down on the floor.

“Sounds good to me. I don’t really feel like cooking. A bakery bought all of our eggs today and we had to load them all into the truck,” Sasha collapsed next to Ymir.

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Pieck had another glass of wine and sat down on Zeke’s couch.

“You’re worried about Eren,” she remarked.

“Am I doing the right thing?” Zeke asked her.

“What?”

“Moving him here. Selling his childhood home. Is that the right thing?”

Pieck sipped her wine. “The fact that you’re questioning it says you are. It says you care. I don’t think Grisha sat around and thought about whether or not he did the right thing. From what I know, I think the bastard just did whatever the fuck he wanted. Look at how that went for him.”

“I have a theory we all crave love. I wrote a paper on it. My mother...she loved me. She always made sure I knew she loved me. But my father...he never gave me that.”

“Dina was special. I miss her. How many years has it been?”

“Nine. Ten this year,” Zeke said before he looked down at his hands. “I was twenty-three. I can see her...all those machines hooked up to her.”

Pieck put her hand on Zeke’s shoulder.

“But after she was gone, well, you know how crazy my grandparents were. And then when I found out Grisha was dead….I thought Eren would be looking for a family like I was but...he was not. He already has a family. I feel like I am taking him away from that. I don’t want him to resent me for that.”

“You crave love from family,” Pieck concluded.

Zeke nodded. “I have had my fair share of relationships. They grow old for me, boring. Predictable. But to have someone who loved me and asking for nothing more….that would be good.”

Pieck hauled back and slapped Zeke in the back of the head.

“PIECK!” he yelled at her.

“You dumb fuck! I love you like that. Don’t you dare say we aren’t family. You say Eren and I are fucking stupid but you’re even more so. You think I don’t love you? What about Porco or Marcel? Or Gabi or Reiner? What about Falco, Udo, Zophia? Bertolt? EREN?” she slapped him again.

“Ow!” Zeke said as he rubbed the back of his head.

“I don’t care. Don’t you ever say you don’t have a love of a family, you dumbass!”

“You hit hard,” Zeke said as he continued to rub the back of his head.

“Good. Now bring me a pile of blankets so I can sleep here.”

“I love you too, you know.”

“Fuck off. Too little, too later, Jaeger.”

“But Pieck...you are my best friend,” he teased her.

“Go die in a hole,” she told him before taking another drink of her wine.

“You do not mean that. You would miss me.”

“Unfortunately for everyone involved, that is true.”

“What does Jean think about our friendship?”

“At first he thought you and I were dating,” Pieck replied.

“I know you said that but the idea….”

“Is absolutely ridiculous? I know. Maybe in another life but you know after you ripped my dolls head off and threw it back over the fence, I think our fate was sealed.”

“You kept throwing it at me!”

“I still haven’t forgiven you for that.”

Zeke just sighed.

“Go get my blankets so I can make my nest.”

“Fine….”

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Levi was always the last one to go to bed.

Sawney and Bean followed behind him as he made his way towards his bedroom.

“Oh man! Come on, Ymir!” Eren’s voice came from Mikasa’s room.

“I told you! I own this game!” Ymir’s voice rang out.

Levi couldn’t stop himself from taking a few steps back to look into Mikasa’s room.

There was Ymir, Historia, Sasha, Annie, Eren, and Mikasa playing some sort of card game.

“Okay, you’re not getting the card this time. It says Jar Jar Binks is better than blank but not by much,” Eren read.

“Oh! I’ve got the perfect card for this one!” Sasha exclaimed.

He knew he should probably say something about them having work tomorrow. He couldn’t help but be happy for all of them. They had had it rough, all of them. Sasha’s family almost losing the farm, Historia being Rod’s kid, Annie with the constant pressure from her father, Eren losing Carla and Grisha, Ymir having no family, and Mikasa losing both of her parents.

So let them be young and reckless for a while.

Levi smiled to himself as he made his way into his bedroom.

#mmtylif #my writing

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Home Lives With You-Part 7

Title: Home Lives With You. Pairings: Steve x Tony Part: 7/? Warnings: swearing, fluff, angst, blood, abuse (physical and verbal), ptsd, anxiety, bullying Summary: Peter’s been living with the abusive Thompson family for years, it was the only family in the system that would take him. When Steve and Tony get a phone call from the social worker who introduced them to their daughter Morgan for an emergency placement, they feel like they must pay back the favor. But are Steve and Tony taking on more than they can handle, and will Peter be able to adjust to a warm and welcoming family home? A/N: Sorry for the wait! Next part should be up within the next few days! Hope you enjoy!

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6

When Peter woke up the next morning, the house was a flurry of movement; Morgan played with her dolls, blissfully unaware of what was going on. But downstairs Tony was vacuuming and Steve was preparing something in the kitchen. it took Peter a moment too long to realised that someone was coming over.

“Morning Pete!” Tony called, turning off the vacuum cleaner and grinning.

“Morning sirs, who is coming over?” Peter mumbled, still half asleep. A heartbeat later he realised his slip up and Peter took a step backwards, he shouldn’t have asked. “Sorry sirs, you don’t have to tell me.” Peter stuttered, nervously glancing up at Steve who didn’t look up from the flour he was measuring.

“it’s just some family friends.” Tony said and Peter nodded, keeping his eyes down at the floor. He could feel Tony watching him and it made Peter wish he had the ability to turn invisible, to simply disappear.

“oh, okay.” Peter murmured, starting to back away.

“You alright Pete?” Tony asked and now Peter could feel Steve’s attention on him too, the hair on the back of his neck stood up.

“Fine.” He started to back away, to make his escape when Steve spoke.

“Why don’t you help me make these brownies? They were my mother’s recipe and I know you’ll love them.” Steve said and Peter’s entire body tensed up as anxiety flooded his system.

“Oh uh, okay can I get dressed first sir?” Steve nodded, eyes studying Peter.

“Sure, whenever you’re ready.” Peter nodded before heading back upstairs to change out of his brand new pyjamas into some brand new clothes. Everything in his life was so shiny and pristine and new. He’d heard several kids whispering about it in the hallways and in his classes at school. The new phone, clothes, backpack, shoes, all of it. Flash had glared at him all week, had even tried to provoke Peter into fighting. But his body still ached with every movement and Peter wasn’t stupid enough to take the bait. Peter got dressed, he’d shower later. Peter’s main goal now was to make sure he didn’t piss off Steve and he was pretty sure that Tony had noticed how much he’d pulled back, turned inward. Peter had let his guard down for a minute, let these people in, he was foolish in thinking that they’d be any different from the Thompson’s. they were all the same, violent and cruel. The difference was that the Thompson’s had been honest about it.

“is it just me or is Peter acting different?” Steve asked as soon as he had disappeared back upstairs. Tony rose a brow and made his way over, lifting one of Steve’s hands and pressing his lips against the knuckles.

“he’s been different.” Tony murmured and a shot of guilt flashed through Steve.

“You know I didn’t mean to get violent right?” Steve whispered and Tony nodded.

“He’s not sure what to think of us anymore, and that’s okay. It’ll just take time before he remembers that we aren’t going to hurt him.” Tony murmured but it only made Steve feel worse.

“He was finally starting to adjust and I ruined it, didn’t I?” Tony shook his head.

“No sweetheart, you haven’t done anything wrong. it’s going to be fine.” Tony promised but still the guilt reverberated through Steve, he needed to make things right with Peter.

“what should I say to him? To make things good again?” Tony shook his head and took a step back.

“Stevie he’ll come around eventually but if you try and force it he’ll just pull further away. Just let it happen on his terms alright?” Steve nodded, knowing that Tony was right but hating that that was his only option.

“I hate that I’m the screwup.” Steve whispered and Tony groaned.

It broke Tony’s heart when Steve got like this, he hadn’t seen Steve in this headspace for a while now and it scared Tony to see him like this today.

“you are not the screwup. You are the glue that holds this family together alright?” Tony murmured and Steve nodded but wouldn’t meet his eyes.

“Do you want me to organise an appointment with the therapist?” Tony asked and Steve nodded after a moment.

“Okay.” Steve whispered and Tony nodded as a sense of relief washed through him. Good, therapy was good for Steve. Kept the PTSD and anxiety at bay during the rough times. Tony stood up on his tip toes and pressed his lips against Steve’s wrapping his arms around his husband’s neck. Steve’s hands came to rest on Tony’s waist, pulling him closer. There was a cough behind them and Tony pulled back, turning to see Peter who had gone bright red.

“sir?” he asked, motioning to Steve’s brownie concoction.

“I’ll leave the two of you to it.” Tony said and went upstairs to check up on Morgan, giving Peter and Steve the alone time they needed to repair their relationship.

“You alright Pete?” Steve asked, watching Peter as he mixed the ingredients together. Peter’s stomach clenched at the sound but he nodded his head, pretending like he was perfectly fine.

“I’m fine sir. After this is done I’ll go upstairs while your friends are over. I swear that they won’t even know I’m here.” Peter said and risked a nervous glance to Steve who frowned.

“Why would I want you to hide up in your room?” at that, Peter shrugged. Every time Mr Thompson had told him to hide out in his room, Peter has asked himself that exact question but had never come up with an answer. But it had been necessary for Peter’s survival so he hadn’t argued.

“I’ll just study, it’s fine sir.” Peter lied even though he didn’t want to have to hide out in his room. But maybe it would be safer. Mr Thompson had been more prone to violence when drinking, Steve seemed to be the same. Was he planning on drinking today?

“Pete we want you to be a part of today. I want you there alright? You’re a part of this family now.” Steve murmured, his voice soothing and gentle. Peter wanted to believe it, wanted to relax around Steve. He hated how uncomfortable he felt now, but what was he supposed to do? If he let down his walls he’d just end up hurt again.

“Okay sir.” Peter said because there was nothing else to say. His heart was hammering inside of his chest and his mind racing a million miles an hour. You’re a part of this family now. but then his mind flashed back to Steve’s bloody and swollen fists and a wave of discomfort rolled through Peter again. He couldn’t let his guard down here, he couldn’t trust the Stark-Rogers’ he needed to get out of here before he got hurt.

There was a loud knock at the front door that sent a grin onto Steve’s face. He turned just in time to see Morgan bolting for the front door and swinging it open to reveal Bucky.

“Uncle Bucky!” he immediately bent down and scooped her up into his arms, crushing her against his chest.

“dragă!” Bucky said and she giggled at the familiar nickname. He moved inside the house and his grin grew larger when his eyes landed on Steve.

“Hey Stevie!” he said, his voice light and laced with laughter as Morgan clung to him. It warmed his heart to see his daughter in his best friend’s arms.

“Hey Buck.” Buck wrapped his free arm around Steve in an odd half-hug, and then they separated.

“Tony.” Bucky winked and Tony chuckled.

“How was the drive?”

“Good, long, but totally worth it.” he glanced at Morgan who giggled.

“Can’t believe my daughter stole my best friend.” Steve grumbled and Tony let out a laugh.

“honey you’ve got to let that go.” Steve scoffed and Bucky rose a brow.

“Sorry Stevie, but dragă’s the only one for me.” Bucky shrugged and Tony pursed his lips together.

“You have to meet Peter!” Morgan insisted and Bucky’s head whipped towards Morgan.

“Peter?” he all but shrieked, looking back to Steve.

“Your competition for her affections.” Tony said and Steve saw Bucky’s eyes widen dramatically, sending Morgan into a fit of giggles.

“dragă?” Bucky asked and Morgan giggled.

“Princess why don’t you go get Peter while we talk to your uncle.” Steve said and she nodded. Bucky put her down and she took off back upstairs.

“What’s going on?” Bucky asked and Tony moved beside Steve, taking Steve’s hand.

“The social worker who led us to Morgan made a call asking if we’d take in an emergency placement.” He rose his brows and nodded.

“So you’ve taken in another kid?” he asked and Steve shook his head.

“Peter’s a teenager.” Now Bucky seemed shocked, looking back and forth between Steve and Tony.

“A teenager?” they nodded and Steve tensed up, preparing to defend any objections that Bucky may have to Peter.

“Peter’s lovely.” Tony murmured and Bucky scowled.

“I can’t believe I’ve already lost Morgan to a teenage boy.” Bucky grumbled and Steve laughed. Tipped his head back and let it rumble out of him.

“That’s what that reaction was?” Steve asked and Bucky’s scowl deepened. Then he was laughing and Tony joined them, the laughter subsided and Buck shook his head.

“How is it with a teenager?” Steve and Tony shared a look, it had certainly been a bumpy ride so far-but that was not Peter’s fault.

“It’s not what we expected, but he’s a really good kid.” Tony murmured and Steve nodded in agreement.

“So when are you adopting him?” Bucky asked with a raised brow and Steve shook his head. They’d agreed that they weren’t going to say anything, not until it was official.

“dammit Barnes, as soon as we can get the papers drawn up.” Tony grumbled and Bucky chuckled. Morgan returned moments later, a frown on her face.

“Peter said that his side was hurting again.” The smile’s dropped from Steve and Tony’s faces and they made their way back upstairs, Morgan and Bucky on their heels.

Peter groaned on the bed, his stitches were burning and his body shuddering.

“Pete?” it was Steve who spoke and Peter’s body tensed. Shit.

“I’m fine sir.” Peter murmured and flinched when Steve’s hand came to rest on his shoulder.

“No you’re not, what’s wrong?” Peter shook his head, he didn’t want to upset Steve.

“I’m fine! Seriously!” Peter insisted and Steve pulled back, looking more hurt now.

“Pete?” he asked, voice gentle and soft and Peter squeezed his eyes shut.

“Can I take a look at it?” Tony asked and Peter nodded. When his shirt was lifted someone gasped and Tony sighed.

“have you been taking your antibiotics and using the antibacterial wash?” Peter shook his head.

“Why not?” Steve asked, a hint of irritation in his tone that made Peter cringe.

“I didn’t want to waste it on myself. I thought it would be better if we had it here already in case one of you got injured sirs.” Peter explained and Tony sighed.

“Peter we would have bought more medication in that instance, alright? Please take your medication.” Peter nodded, opening his eyes to see the unfamiliar stranger. The man was built like a brick, solid muscles and oh so very tall.

“this is uncle bucky.” Morgan said and Peter attempted to smile but was intimidated by the man.

“Hello sir.” Peter managed and Bucky’s brows furrowed slightly.

“you can just call me Bucky.” Peter looked down at his hands, it was a trap, a punishment waiting to happen as soon as he was informal towards the guest.

“thank you sir.” Peter said and Bucky scrunched up his nose.

“we should probably get this barbecue started Stevie, Nat’s going to be hungry when she gets in.”

“Aunt Tasha’s coming?” Morgan’s eyes practically popped out of her head and Bucky scrunched up his face.

“I’m guessing that was supposed to be a surprise?” he asked and Steve nodded.

“Way to blow it.” there was an ease in his voice, a lightness that should have been comforting but the words put Peter one edge.

“We’ll meet you downstairs in a minute. “ Tony said as the others exited Peter’s room.

“sir?” Peter asked, sitting upright.

“Please take your medication Peter, and use the antibacterial wash alright?” Peter nodded, not wanting to look at Tony.

“Okay sir.”

“And are things alright with you and Steve?” Peter nodded, his mind flashing back to the night he’d first met Steve and Tony, when he’d seen Steve jab Tony in the elbow.

“Fine sir.” Peter said and Tony frowned.

“you’re not lying to me are you Peter?” Tony asked and Peter hesitated only a moment before shaking his head.

“You do not need to worry about me sir.” Peter assured him and Tony sighed.

“Peter, it’s our job to worry about you now alright?” he nodded but didn’t move, held his breath and counted the seconds before he had to exhale.

“I’m fine sir. I promise.” Peter swore but Tony just rose a brow. But he mercifully didn’t subject Peter to anymore questions, just nodded his head.

“Let’s get you fixed up.”

Eventually Peter and Tony came back downstairs, Peter looking better now.

“When’s aunt Tasha coming?” Morgan asked and as if she’d been summoned, there was a knock at the door. Tony opened it and Natasha strode in wearing black jeans, a leather jacket and high heeled boots. She held a basket in her hands which consisted of exotic chocolates, a teddy bear and a snow globe of the pyramids.

“Tasha!” Morgan cried, running towards Nat who set the basket aside to pull her in.

“Hi baby girl, how are you?” she asked, squeezing Morgan tightly. Steve glanced at Peter who was yet to be noticed by Nat but it was only a heartbeat later when a gasp fell from the woman’s lips.

“And who is this?” she asked as she straightened up, taking in Peter.

“It’s nice to meet you ma’am, I’m Peter.” He held out his hand and she ignored it, pulling him in for a tight hug. To Peter’s credit, he only winced slightly.

“And how do you know the Stark-Rogers family?” Natasha asked and Steve shifted his weight uncomfortably, stomach dropping out of him. Sometimes Nat could be as delicate as a freight train.

“We’re fostering him at the moment.” Tony said and her brows rose.

“I didn’t know you wanted another kid.” Her eyes darted between Tony and Steve, hurt and betrayal written all over her face.

“I was an emergency placement ma’am.” Peter said and her brows rose.

“what am I forty? You can call me aunty Tasha.” Nat told him and he nodded.

“Thank you ma’am.” Nat’s eyes met Bucky’s who simply shrugged, the room awfully quiet.

“if I had known I would have gotten you a present, I’m sorry Peter.” Nat said, filling up the silence that had filled the air. Peter just shook his head, retreating ever so slightly.

“Don’t worry about it ma’am.” Peter murmured, not even looking slightly disappointed.

“You can have the chocolates.” Morgan held the package out to him and Peter squatted down so he was eye-level.

“That’s your chocolate miss, but thank you for offering.” She pouted but didn’t argue, her sweet tooth getting the better of her.

Tony sent the email to Susan White on the PTA informing her that he would be unavailable for the bake sale tomorrow. Truth was that he and Steve had done enough damage to the Thompson’s for a week, Tony would get his own turn eventually.

“Daddy come quick!” Morgan’s voice rang out through the whole house and Tony followed it, finding her in the kitchen, Steve beside her and Bucky just out of Steve’s view with a phone in hand.

“What’s wrong?” Steve asked, eyes assessing her body for any injuries that she could have had.

“the flour is too heavy!” she pointed at the bowl on the counter and Steve rose a brow.

“The flour is too heavy?”

“Uncle Bucky asked if I could get him the flour and it’s too heavy!” her bottom lip quivered and Tony narrowed his eyes, she was good.

“it’s alright princess I can get it.” Steve turned and went to pick up the bowl but it didn’t budge. So he added a second hand and pulled, flour went flying and Tony let out a bark of laughter as Steve’s entire front was covered in flour. Morgan was wildly giggling and Bucky stepped out, shaking with laughter himself. Steve rose an unimpressed brow, shaking his head and stuck his tongue out at Bucky.

“Haha Barnes, you’re hilarious. Turning my own daughter against me, what’s next you’re going to go after Peter?” at that Bucky shrugged, a smirk splayed on his face.

“Might do.” Steve turned and his blue eyes met Tony’s alight with laughter.

“Did you have something to do with this?”

“No your best friend was the only adult corrupting our child, I was just a witness to her crimes.” Tony said and Morgan pouted at the words.

“Crimes?” Bucky asked and Tony nodded somberly, turning to the basket on the table.

“guess daddy and I will just have to eat these chocolates tonight.” Tony teased and Morgan rose a defiant brow.

“No!” she shrieked, rushing over to Tony and wrapping her arms around his leg.

“tell me you love me the most and I wont.” Tony said and Bucky gasped.

“it’s a trap, dragă don’t do it.” Bucky pleaded but she was grinning up at Tony and he felt a smug sense of satisfaction roll through him as he knew he had won.

“I love you the second most daddy.” Tony’s eyes nearly popped out of his head and Bucky, the smug asshole, lost it laughing.

“mmhmm.” Tony said but handed her the chocolates anyway because she was too adorable to resist.

“let’s go see what aunt Tasha’s up to.” Tony said, taking Morgan’s hand and leading her away. He got the feeling that Steve wanted to talk to Bucky today, alone.

As soon as they were gone Steve began to wash the flour off of his face.

“She’s such a cute kid.”

“was this her idea?” Steve asked and Bucky nodded, sitting down on a bar stool.

“Absolutely, she’s so smart that it’s insane!” he shook his head and Steve nodded.

“How are you Buck?” Bucky’s smile slipped away and he shrugged.

“I’m alright, just try to keep busy with my job. How are you?” his eyes dropped down to Steve’s hands, they were still swollen and there were scabs on the knuckles.

“Peter’s last fosters were abusive, I mean you saw him. And last night at Tony’s boss’ birthday the guy was there and I just…”

“lost it?” Bucky asked softly and Steve nodded his head.

“I haven’t been like that since, well you know.” Bucky nodded his head.

“I know.” Steve had known Bucky since he was a teenager, they’d joined the military together and Bucky had seen Steve on his darkest of days. He knew how Steve could get if his mind went to a dark enough place.

“Is that why the kid is so jumpy around you?” Steve nodded, another wave of guilt crashed through him.

“I think so. God that makes me feel sick to think about. We were getting along and then I just blew it.” Steve shook his head, and Bucky pressed his lips together to form a thin and hard line.

“But you’re okay right? last night was just one incident?” Steve nodded, shifting uncomfortably.

“Of course Buck, I’m going to go take a shower now though, get this flour off of me.” and just like that the air was light again and Steve felt like he could breathe.

“Totally Morgan’s idea.” Bucky promised and Steve rolled his eyes.

“sure thing.” but as he started to walk away, his hands began to tremble just a little.

Tony was sitting alone in the living room, just taking a moment to himself when that moment was ruined by Bucky’s entrance.

“Tony can we talk?” No. Tony just wanted a moment of peace, a breath to recalibrate and put on his sociable and bubbly personality.

“what about?” Tony asked instead as Bucky sat down on the couch beside him.

“I’m worried about Steve.” At that, Tony squeezed his eyes shut. Bucky had been there since the beginning of Tony’s and Steve’s relationship, had been Steve’s best man at the wedding and had been in the court room when they adopted Morgan. Usually Tony and Bucky got along just as well as Steve and Bucky did, but there were still times when Bucky acted like a protective best friend who wasn’t sure if Tony was going to break Steve’s heart.

“He tell you about last night?” at that, Bucky nodded.

“mentioned it.”

“I’ve already emailed the therapist, he’s got an appointment on Thursday.” Tony said, staring up at the ceiling.

“He’s been having nightmares and panic attacks again, hasn’t he?”

“Maybe.” He’d had a couple, nowhere near as bad as when Tony had first married Steve. Steve was more in control of his mind now, he knew when the warning signs popped up.

“is it to do with Peter? Because if this is triggering him-“ Tony’s eyes snapped to Bucky and irritation flared in his gut.

“Now you’re overstepping.” He snarled as the anger and defensiveness rolled through him.

“this all started back up when you took Peter in right? he doesn’t look well and don’t tell me you haven’t noticed it, I know you have. And I’m sure Peter’s a good kid but if it’s harming Steve then-“

“That’s enough Bucky.” Tony snapped but Bucky wasn’t about to back down, it was quite the opposite and it was only irritating Tony more.

“don’t forget that I was there when Steve was at his worst, I don’t want to watch him go through with that again.”

“That is why I booked him in with the therapist.” Tony grumbled, a headache forming behind Tony’s eyes.

“are you sure that’s going to be enough?” no, Tony wasn’t sure. But he couldn’t doubt himself, he couldn’t doubt Steve. It had to be enough, Tony wasn’t sure what he’d do if it wasn’t.

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dammitadolfnomorecake · 3 years

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Once Bitten, Twice Stupid prt 103

103

“That’s enough!”

Pausing as went Lotor, Lance felt his knees give out as Coran yelled. Falling down hard, he let his body continue so he was laying on the cool flooring of the gym, chest heaving in exertion. Fucking Lotor. Fucking piece of shit Lotor. His ego wanted the vampire’s blood. Lotor had no right touching him. He had no right being in the same space as him. Clutching his stomach, he groaned. Everything fucking hurt... Everything hurt and he hadn’t even beaten Lotor. It wounded his pride. He wanted to scream in anger, yet he could. He could barely do anything other than lay there and groan. Coran had brought him back. He’d snapped him out his ego, and now Lance was left with a dirty feeling throughout his whole body. He’d been pushed so far in anger, but he’d failed at turning into a bat. The whole purpose of this stupid little farce.

Catching his breath, Lance rolled to his side. Lotor was sitting cross legged, watching on. Lance wanted to get up and punch that smug look off his face... God. What kind of a face must he showing right now? He must be hideous. His monster wearing his skin like it owned it. Clutching at the floor, his nails snapped as he tried to find purchase to pull himself up. Fuck... He was a fucking freak. Lotor had tossed him around like he was trash that refused to stay in the bin. He wasn’t fucking trash. He was someone who... who deserved to live. Someone who had... who had what Lotor never would... his stupid ego flooding him with that feeling. God. Shit. He’d... he’d lost it. His ego growing and growing. He felt trapped in his own mind by its presence. Trapped and left in a dark corner to stay out the mind.

“Lance?”

Coran’s voice shocked him. Lance jolting, whining softly as his hand clutched his side

“He’ll be fine. He is not wounded”

Who was Lotor to answer for him? Ugh. He wanted Keith. Coran didn’t seem happy with Lotor’s answer

“Lance? Are you with us?”

“Ow... I think I’m stuck”

Hurrying over to him, Coran took him by the upper arm, Lance growling as Coran touched him. He wasn’t the one he wanted touching him. Embarrassed, the heat in his cheeks was lost from the solid however long he’d fought with Lotor

“My boy, are you okay?”

“Sorry. Sorry... I’m... is Keith okay?”

Keith wasn’t even there. Keith was safe, but his boyfriend wasn’t where he could see him. Part of his panicking that he couldn’t see him

“He’s quite alright. Are you?”

“I want to see him”

“You need to calm yourself first”

“I look bad, don’t I?”

His face was messed up. His nails hurt as they started retracting. Where was a paper bag when you needed one? Coran chuckled at him

“You’ve looked better. Is your side injured? You have been clutching it for some time now”

Looking down at his hand, Lance tilted his head. He didn’t remember why he started clutching it, but with how everything hurt, he imagined it’d been a stitch... Why didn’t he remember? Lance blinked... He always remembered? Fucking Lotor... His ego must have set Lance’s off

“I... don’t know. Everything kind of hurts. I feel like someone dropped a house on me... Are we still in Kansas, Toto?”

Coran looked alarmed. The reference flying right over his head. Whatever. Dorothy wished she was as glamorous as him. He’d rock those red shoes. Clearing his throat, Coran tugged gently on him

“Let’s get you back to my office. Lotor, will you be alright?”

“I’m perfectly fine, thank you, Coran. Thank you, Lance. It had been some time since my heart beated so fast. Perhaps next time we shall work on your emotions”

Lance nodded, wrinkling his brow at the taste in his mouth. He’d lost a tooth... but... ugh. He remembered what he’d done now

“Shit... I went for your throat... I’m sorry. Thanks... for whatever this was. I’ll be sleeping like the dead tonight”

Lotor chuckled. Damn. Maybe he should be a stand up comedian...

“Nonsense! It was exhilarating! I’m still tingling from the look in your eyes. Positively exhilarating”

Lance wasn’t exhilarated. He was agitated. He wanted to see Keith in one peace. Why were they going to Coran’s office and not to see Keith?! Shaking Coran off, Lance drew his battered form up, stalking towards the door and leaving Coran to jog to catch up.

Keith was coming to find him, Lance rushing his boyfriend in relief. He didn’t know why he’d been stupidly scared. There was nothing around that would have hurt his lover. Too aggressively, he wrapped his arms around Keith, nuzzling into his neck as he mouthful of blood so kissing wasn’t safe

“La-Lance?”

“Thank fuck you’re okay”

“You’re the one... what were you thinking?! Why didn’t you...”

“Boys, perhaps you can wait until Lance has calmed before you get into this?”

Lance shook his head. His human was so soft and warm... and smelt like blood. Drawing back, he gripped Keith by the shoulders

“Who hurt you?”

Keith frowned at him, Lance’s emotions deciding he needed to cry right then

“Babe?”

“I smell your blood! Who hurt you?”

Keith’s confusion grew, jerking his head back, his boyfriend’s gaze flicked to Coran then back to him

“Me? No one. It’s the dressings against the scabs”

Scabs. Right. Fuck. Keith must have opened his wounds. Fuck... The scabs had opened earlier. He’d seen it happen when Keith had dropped down on the end of the bed. His boyfriend hissing as he clutched his leg, then jerking up from hurting his arm

“No one touched you?”

“N-... Babe, what’s going on?”

Lance hugged Keith close again, resting his cheek on Keith’s shoulder

“Thank god. Thank god you’re okay”

“Coran, what’s happening? Did he hit his head too hard?”

Had he hit his head? He’d hit the wall... and the floor... and the floor... being thrown was only fun when Keith was throwing him down on the bed

“I stopped the fight. He’s shaken. He really let his ego go, so you should expect some conceit and unusual comments until he settles”

Rationality? Nope. Lance didn’t know them right now. He just couldn’t calm down over the thought Keith was somehow hiding wounds... Yeah. Zero rationale in those thoughts. His boyfriend patted his back, kissing his cheek and ignoring how stupid Lance was being

“I’m fine. I’m worried about my boyfriend. Is that not allowed? He could have been injured!”

“Babe, Coran’s right. Let’s get him to give you a quick check over...”

“Why? Do you think something’s wrong with me?”

“No. I think you scared me. He threw you at the training dummies... and you’ve clearly hurt your side”

Ah... Yeah. Okay, that hadn’t been fun. Maybe they were why he felt like a house dropped on him? Nope. No. Maybe Lotor hit him there when he’d gotten too close?

“I don’t think I did... I feel weird”

He was cranky, yet not. He was exhausted, yet not. He felt good taking on Lotor, yet absolutely really did not like it at all. Why wasn’t there a word for how he felt? Weird didn’t fit... How was he wordless? Shit. He still needed to drive them home after this... Hopefully Matt wouldn’t start his ego again... How was his face? Was it all messed up still? Was his teeth showing? He’d lost a tooth. He shouldn’t smile with one tooth, it was weird. Kissing his cheek, Keith brought him back from thinking too hard over how to name how he was feeling, Lance nuzzling into him all over again, trying to rid himself of Lotor’s scent, only to realise he was making Keith smell like Lotor and he didn’t like it

“Then let Coran look at you, babe. Please? For me?”

“I... yeah. Maybe that’d be best. I think I got Lotor’s blood down my throat... it’s revolting”

“You did bite him”

He had and he wasn’t sure why he had. He’d acted on instinct. Anything to get Lotor off him and to stay down. Lotor said let go, and to let his ego go. He didn’t feel like he’d done anything right from the moment he’d been thrown down. Something snapped and he just wanted to fight. He wanted Lotor to hurt for throwing him... He’d roughhoused with Matt plenty of times, but he’d never been like that. Even fighting Matt hadn’t felt like this. Maybe Matt and Rieva could help him figure out how to feel? They’d both be happy, only serving to prove how wrong his actions had been. Then again, he hadn’t wanted Coran touching him either. What a confusing mess.

Having friends was hard. Keith decided so as he sat in Lance’s living room. Hunk and Pidge had invited themselves to stay, throwing a small party for him, where Pidge proceeded to drink too much. Their friends had made a banner “Welcome Back, Moron”, hung across the mantle side of the space made from sheets of A4 paper. Hunk had baked a cake, Keith and his bike reduced to being made out of modelling chocolate on the top. He’d gone from having Lance and Shiro to consider with his snappiness to Lance, Curtis, Matt, Rieva, Pidge, and Hunk. With so many people, it was hard to pretend he was on top of things.

The weekend had decided it needed to go far too fast. When he and Lance had gone to bed on Friday night, they’d barely had a chance to talk about how Lance felt his training with Lotor went. Coran had given Lance a quick exam, had him drink some blood, the sent him on his way. Keith kind of felt that Lance maybe needed to talk to Coran, as he wasn’t really acting “right”. His boyfriend pulled himself together for the surprise party in Keith’s honour, only after he’d showered and reappeared wearing one Keith’s shirts and a loose pair of sweats... that Keith also recognised as his.

The following morning Lance was up at dawn. Keith woken to the sound of the vacuum cleaner. He wanted to head downstairs and drag Lance back up to bed, but knew better than to try the stairs as Lance would kill him if he fell down them. He couldn’t make sense of why Lance was so certain he’d crept off and gotten himself secretly hurt. He’d been in the briefing room. Safe and sound. Where neither Lance or Lotor could touch him. Keith had a dreadful feeling. It welled in the bottom of his stomach, refusing to leave. Lotor had called the current state in Platt “a war”. He’d told Lance to stand beside him, and admitted he could have drawn Sendak out sooner.

Pidge and Hunk stayed over Saturday... and Sunday. Keith hugged so many times by accident that he hurt more “relaxing with his friends” than he had trying to find a way to have sex with Lance on the sofa. Coran said no work until the scabbing wasn’t so tight and crunchy. Keith would have pealed and scratched at them if he’d been left alone long enough to. Instead they hung out pretty much from sun up to bedtime in the living room. It soothed him being there. Lance had the whole house. He wasn’t trapped in his tiny apartment listening to the world go by. He felt bad about the apartment not being enough, especially when Shiro tried so hard to make it their home.

No. Keith didn’t get to talk to Lance until Sunday night. There hadn’t been a right time... or if there was, Lance would give him a look and Keith’s heart would go funny. The hunter knew Lance had talked to Matt at some point, because thanks to that, Matt kicked Hunk and Pidge out, then he’d gone out to take Rieva on a date after her shift. Finally they had the house to themselves. Keith dragging his crusty body off the sofa and hobbling into the kitchen where Lance was making dinner

“You’re supposed to be resting”

Lance didn’t look up as he scolded him. Keith shuffling up being him, shaking his arm around Lance’s waist where he rested his hand on his boyfriends belly

“We finally have the house to ourselves”

“We’re not having sex”

His track record might have taken a dip with frustration induced horniness, Lance excuses for jumping to that conclusion

“Nah. I was hoping we could finally talk about Friday. I’ve been trying to talk to you all weekend”

“I know. Pidge and Hunk haven’t made that easy. Honestly, I still don’t know how I feel about what happened”

Keith rubbed at his boyfriend’s belly, the act subconscious as he tried to reassure himself that talking was the right thing to do. He hadn’t been shot down, so that was a good sign

“Do you want to try to tell me?”

Placing the kitchen knife down, Lance twisted in Keith’s hold. His boyfriend hugging him gently

“I feel like that’s the kind of person I don’t want to be. I gave myself a real scare... and I don’t like that I bit Lotor. That’s not okay with me. I get Lotor was baiting me, but I never should have let him in my head. I went all vampirey and that scares me. So I’m still messed up about it, and I think my anxiety didn’t help. If anything it made me paranoid that you’d been injured because I was hurting”

That was an answer and a half. Keith catching himself before he could ask “How does that make you feel?”. Lance was talking, he wanted him to explain more and get it all off his chest

“Yeah...? That’s a lot”

“I want... I want to be stronger, but I want to do it on my own terms. Without my ego clouding my decision making. I don’t want to feel like I won’t be able to protect the people I care about. I don’t want to choke when I’m needed, but I can’t... bury my head in the sand. If this spills into the public, everything Coran has worked for will go up in flames. Families will be torn apart. And though that’s scary, you not coming home... that scares me even more. My reasons might not be the best, but I’m going to meet with Lotor again”

What. What part of the first part of what Lance said led him to think meeting Lotor again was a good idea?!

“I can feel how angry you are. But I want to... if he can bring Sendak in, the Blades could stop this sooner. If I have to fight for what I love, I can’t be a burden”

How stupid could Lance be if he thought going to Lotor was a good idea?!

“You’re not a burden! Lotor is bad news...”

“He is... but I need to know how he controls his emotions. How he can use so much ego and then let it slip back to his usual douchiness. I turn into a bat when I’m emotional or stressing too much. So maybe if I can figure out what exactly pushes me over, I’ll be able to control it. I don’t want to fight like him. I don’t want to throw away my humanity. I just want to be able to handle everything inside me”

Keith felt like he was being tossed aside, his voice low and lost as he asked

“And we can’t work it out together?”

“We are working out together. Anything he tells me, you’re the one I want to talk to about it. Coran and Curtis promised to help but they’re too busy. We’ve been trying to work it out on our own, and I’ve been so up and down, and I’m sick of it. You’re my stability. I feel stable enough in this relationship to touch that side of me I’ve tried for so long and hard to ignore. I think I need this if I’m going to get my life back on track properly... and I know I need you, because you are the single most important and good thing in my life. I love you, and I respect you. I want to find a way to have a safe and stable future with you. I’ve never felt this way about anyone. I love and trust Pidge and Hunk to the moon and million times over, but you... I can’t even put it into words. I treasure absolutely every moment I have with you in my life”

Lance had filled him with doubt, then crushed all of that an instant with his sincerity. He didn’t deserve Lance’s love

“I love you, too. I’m scared of what Lotor will do to you”

“He plays mind games. I’ve realised something too. I’m susceptible to his ego. But if I push, I feel like I can break through it. If I learn how to break through it, I won’t be sent into heat randomly. I only want to go into heat when you’re touching me”

Lance loathed his heat. His boyfriend would never be comfortable if he constantly felt threatened, and Coran and Curtis had both let him down there. If Lance could bring his body under control, they’d be able to date. To like go on dates without worry... he wanted to date the fuck out of his boyfriend

“It still sounds dangerous”

“That’s why I’m relying on you. You call me out on my shit. When you talk, I always listen. I’m weak on my own, but we’re damn near unstoppable together”

“I feel like this is the most optimistic I’ve seen you in a while”

“I feel optimistic because I’m with you”

Keith’s heart was freaking out. He couldn’t process so much love. He wanted Lance and all the parts of him

“What do you say we blow off dinner for now and head up to bed?”

Lance nodded against him

“I think I’d really like that. I’m sorry... Our friends are so clingy and they don’t see you as much as I do”

Keith snorted

“They’re fine. We’ll talk to Coran, but first, we’re going to bed”

#once bitten twice stupid #oncebittentwicestupid #ashratherose

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quietlydiabolic · 4 years

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“Attack of the Killer Robotos” - BassRock short oneshot fanfic

By: Jixie Fandom: Mega Man Classic @bassrockweek: May 15 - Zombie Rating: G Words: 1770

There was always a sort of order amidst the chaos. For all the trouble and destruction Dr. Wily caused, he also had some sort of compulsion to do things a certain way, using certain patterns. Set zones. Defined attacks. Eight Robot Masters. The winding path through Skull Fortress.

Order amid chaos.

Which is what made this so weird.

It was… unpredictable. Haphazard. Disorderly. Mega Man knew Wily's patterns and habits like the back of his hand, but he never truly appreciated just how predictable the mad scientist was until now, when everything was— well— the best way to describe it was 'on fire'. Mostly on account of all the fires.

They had been waiting to hear from Wily, either bragging about his latest plot, or begging and simpering about how he'd lost control over it, but so far it had been radio silence. Mega Man did his best to stop the robots running amok and rescue civilians and put out fires, both literally and figuratively.

The last thing he needed was Bass showing up to brawl. He never knew if Bass was going to be on their side or in Wily's corner— it was 50/50— and their relationship was pretty nebulous, so Mega Man wasn't sure where he stood with Bass at any given time.

Lucky for him, Bass wordlessly went after the berserker robots instead of hassling Mega Man.

They fought separately for a while, until Bass shot down a Potton delivery drone that was in Mega Man's blindspot. He used that as an opening. "Thanks! Let me guess… Dr. Wily's latest scheme got out of hand?"

"Yeah."

"Another virus?"

Roboenza had caused advanced robots to go wild, while less complex ones simply ceased functioning. This time, everything had come to life, from smart blenders to self-driving vehicles (traditional and flying) to robotic vacuum cleaners.

"Nah." Bass hesitated, because it would help if Mega Man actually knew what was going on. But at the same time, Wily was still convinced he could regain control of the situation, in which case it was better if he left his rival in the dark.

He was still on the fence when Mega Man's face scrunched up in amusement, clapping a hand over his mouth, trying not to laugh and failing miserably. "Oh my goodness, is that… is that a commode?"

Blinking in surprise, Bass glanced over his shoulder, then slowly turned around. Shambling down the road was, in fact, a computerized auto-toilet.

"Oh for cryin' out loud!" Built for consumer use, a single shot was all that was needed to dispatch it, but Bass unleashed a series of rapid fire shots until the hapless appliance was reduced to scrap. "Does EVERYTHING need to be a robot? Sheesh!"

***

Everything being a robot was the problem, really. They fought their way through hordes of air conditioners units, portable terminals, coffee makers, automated tellers, electric bikes, water efficient washing machines…

…and robo-pets, unfortunately. Bass was not-so-secretly enjoying the mayhem, but even he seemed ashamed of having to put down the robotic beasts.

He decided not to fill Mega Man in on the details. It wasn't a virus. It was a remote-control satellite, only somehow Wily had bungled the command codes. Instead of making the world's machinery his loyal subjects, it had turned them into mindless attacking zombies.

But hours dragged on and it was obvious Wily hadn't got a handle on the situation. Even more worryingly, he hadn't heard from him since leaving the fortress.

While they fought to restore order, Dr. Light scrambled to figure out what was going on and how to fix it, Roll and Auto offered support, and Proto Man…

Proto Man showed up, having been off doing his own secretive machinations, tossed energy tanks to the other two, and while they refueled, took a moment to appraise the situation. "Why don't you take this fight to Dr. Wily?"

"I don't think Dr. Wily's in control," Mega Man replied, glancing at Bass. "I'm not sure stopping him will stop this," he gestured at the scene of destruction that lay before them.

"Couldn't hurt to try." The tone in Proto Man's voice suggested he knew more than he was letting on.

Chewing at his lip, Mega Man shot Bass another look. "What do you think?"

If nothing else, they could probably force Wily to shut off the satellite signal. On the one hand: mayhem. Bass didn't exactly want to stop. On the other hand: the whole thing was pretty ridiculous, there was no end in sight, and it was weird that Wily hadn't been in touch.

"Fine."

With that Bass teleported, and Mega Man facepalmed. "Darn it, you know I can't just beam directly into Dr. Wily's fort!"

"Hey, listen." Proto Man threw an arm across his back. "I'm sure Bass never mentioned anything, but this whole disaster ruined our plans."

"What? What plans?" He didn't like the sound of this. Particularly the ‘our’ part of it.

"We were going to catch a movie—"

"A movie? ‘We’? As in… the two of you? A movie?" Mega Man made no attempt to hide his disappointment. "Like a— like a date?"

His brother laughed. "No. Like a ‘trying to teach that idiot normal life skills'. It was going to be a group outing."

"Wh— a group— what group?" He was both relieved and increasingly confused. He'd never met any of Blues' friends. Had Bass? Did they have mutual acquaintances?

"Rock," Proto Man said firmly, turning so that they were face-to-face, planting both hands on Mega Man's shoulders. "Rock." He sounded tired. "Invite. Him. To. The. Movies."

There was an unbelievably awkward pause, and Mega Man gulped loudly.

"O-oh. Right."

***

Mega Man was surprised to find Bass loitering outside the fort. Something was wrong— Bass couldn't teleport inside either.

So they fought their way in the old fashioned way. The badniks inside were just as erratic and violent as the household appliances had been. Not knowing the cause of all this, Mega Man started joking around, making wild, increasingly preposterous guesses for what hare-brained plot Wily had this time.

"Is he trying to scare the public by turning their dishwashers and street sweepers against them, terrorizing them into surrendering and begging for mercy?"

"No."

"Let's see… he wanted to ruin Dr. Light's day because he won the Aperture Scientific Achievement award last week, and because he's a super-villain Dr. Wily didn't even qualify."

"No."

"This is an elaborate cover while he builds a third King, even though the last time—"

"Don't mention that name around me."

"Ummm… he's trying to collapse the economy, to start up a corporate conglomerate monopoly for all consumer gadgets?"

Bass groaned. "Please stop talking."

"He just woke up on the wrong side of the bed this morning."

"No."

One of the weirdest things about all this was the complete and utter lack of Robot Masters. They got through the maze pretty quickly and found the massive arena where, under normal circumstances, Wily would attack with a massive war machine.

It was startlingly empty.

"Where is he?"

Mega Man did a double take. "You don't know?"

Gesturing for him to follow, Bass made his way deeper into the fortress. If Wily wasn't around, what was the point of trying to keep his plans secret? He guided Mega Man to one of the main control rooms, explaining the whole satellite hacking scheme along the way. Calling up Roll, Mega Man used the nearest terminal to create a network link that would allow Dr. Light to download everything he needed directly from Wily's computers.

They waited in silence, Mega Man not willing to leave until Dr. Light was good to go, and Bass unwilling to leave his rival unattended in the fortress.

"Sooooo," Mega Man said, trying to sound casual. "Did you catch the latest Revengers movie?"

"Nope." He then mumbled something about how he was supposed to, and scuffed his foot on the floor in frustration.

Weaving his fingers together, Mega Man offered a small, hopeful grin. "I haven't had a chance to see it yet, either. M-maybe after things are wrapped up here, we could go check it out…?"

It earned a derisive snort, but then Bass shrugged. "Sure, whatever. I don't care."

"Cool." Trying to hide the feeling of glee, he clapped his hands behind his head. "I wonder how they're going to resolve the whole Eternity Jewels story. It's been so hard avoiding spoilers!"

They were in the midst of debating if Atoman's screen adaption was better than the comic version when Roll called in with the all-clear.

"I'm going to go back and help Proto Man handle the zombie-bots until Dr. Light can shut off the satellite." Mega Man hesitated. "Did you want to…?"

"Nah, I gotta find out where Wily got to."

They went their separate ways, but in the middle of a surprisingly intense battle with a commercial impingement oven— able to launch projectiles from its conveyor belt with incredible speed— Mega Man received a text with a set of coordinates.

Catching his look, Proto Man nodded in understanding. "Go, I have this."

They led him to the grounds outside of Skull Fortress, where a desperate, shrieking Dr. Wily clung halfway up a tree, feet scrambling against the trunk, surrounded by three small robotic lawn mower units.

Bass stood in the distance, arms crossed, wicked grin on his face. "Hey," he said as Mega Man approached. "You don't think Dr. Light could shut down the signal to everyone except these guys, could he?"

"Maybe…"

Dr. Wily switched tactics from berating and cursing Bass to pleading with Mega Man.

"We really should help him."

Tilting his head, Bass tapped his chin and pretended to be lost in thought. "I dunno, I think he could use another half an hour up there."

Mega Man laughed. He should help Dr. Wily and take him to jail, he really should.

"…I think I'm going to let you two work this out," he said finally. "Uh, Leitersburg Cinema, 7:30?"

Glancing at him out of the corner of his eyes, Bass shrugged. "Assuming the projectors didn't go nuts, too."

"Oh, shoot!" Mega Man hid his face in his hands. "You're probably right."

But with all the attacks Wily had done over the years, most businesses had contingencies and bounced back pretty quickly. "Think they'll be up and running again by next Thursday?"

"I guess?"

"Fine. It's a date."

He knew that Bass didn't mean a date, rather that they had an agreed appointment…

…but he couldn't help wearing a stupid, goofy grin for the rest of the day.

-- -A/N: Special thanks to @s-uranet for suggestions and brainstorming.

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I wasn’t until now that I realized that you just posed this but the Namjoon fic was awesome! I like that you didn’t portray the cliche ending that they end up together fast, placing a more accurate one. This is me having no patience requesting a sort of epilogue into what their friendship (or something more?) has developed to. Reader still owes Joon a proper kiss btw 👀

tysm 🥺 for enjoying the story I’m happy you liked it. I was worried about the development between them and then the length of it but it turned out great it seems. I did write up a follow up and I hope you enjoy that too.

A Con Artist in The Making (HTEYS drabble) 80s!namjoon x reader, 1.2k words

“Oh I wanna dance with somebody, with somebody who loves me!”

You sang to yourself as you pushed the vacuum cleaner across your living room floor. The green carpet moved back and forth as you tried to get up the mess left behind from your cousins. This year it was your households turn to host the family’s annual fourth of july celebration. Which meant your house was jam packed in and outside. Given you had a good time celebrating the holiday with your family, but they just didn’t know how. to. clean. up.

The front door was open as you allowed a breeze to come through. You continued singing to yourself taking advantage of your currently empty house. You had just gotten back from Oakpark about a few weeks ago and while you and Namjoon were supposed to hang out a few times your schedules had been conflicting.

The two of you had only seen each other a few times so far and you expecting him to come over today as long as nothing gets in the way.

Things with Namjoon had been going good. Although you were a little cautious of how fast things seemed to be going you took it in stride. Namjoon was trying to make up for lost time. Often when he arrived to your house he brought a gift with him. More than often it was a flower since big extravagant bouquets were not really your thing although Namjoon wanted to give you something to that degree. Seeing Namjoon in a different light was interesting. He had a love for nature and music. He showed you pictures of the trees and flowers he saw when he went for walks and knew a lot more about the flowers in the pictures than you did. You could listen to him talk about flowers forever.

You clicked the vacuum cleaner off, exhaling as you turned around looking over the floor in front of you. Feeling satisfied you wiped your hands along the bottom of your shirt, turning around to gather the cord to put the vacuum away. You looked up at the door yelped in surprise as you saw Namjoon standing on your porch. You fell back taking the vacuum down with you.

Namjoon held back a laugh. “Are you alright?” He asked in between breaths.

“No thanks to you! How could you scare me like that?” You stood up, walking to the door to open it. As soon as Namjoon was through the threshold you whacked his arm for scaring you.

“I wasn’t trying to scare you I was just admiring you rendition of Whitney Houston. It needs work but if we’re honest” Namjoon paused, pretending to look around before continuing. “I think you could give her a run for her money.”

You chuckled. “Only in my wildest dreams.” You wrapped the cord back up placing the vacuum in the closet. You turned around and instantly got wrapped in a tight hug by Namjoon. You wrapped your arms back around him. The two of you stood there for a moment, enjoying the comfort of being in each other’s arms.

“Namjoon?” you called him softly. He hummed. You didn’t have to look up at him to know he was smiling.

“Don’t you think it’s a bit too warm to be holding each other like this?”

“No.” he wrapped his arms around you tighter.

“Namjooooon, honey please I’m about to start sweating.” you groaned. Namjoon released you from his grip. He rested his hands on your shoulders before cupping the sides of your face. You reached up cupping the sides of his face too. You poked your thumbs at his dimples.

“You having a good time there, tiger?”

“Actually yes. Yes I am.” you laughed. You caved wrapping your arms back around him, you rubbed the side of your face against his chest.

“I thought it was too hot. Thought you wanted me to let you were gonna start sweating.”

“Oh now that I changed my mind it’s a problem? What you don’t want me to mess up your fancy Lacoste shirt?” Namjoon laughed at your statement. You stepped away from him poking at the small embroidered crocodile on his chest. Your lips went down in a small frown.

“What’s wrong?” Namjoon asked. You huffed, you could feel the tears building up in your eyes. You looked up trying to blink them away. You’d just started getting comfortable with him and you’d be lying if you said you weren’t scared of being vulnerable in front of him.

“I’m scared. I feel like I’ve been in my head so much about college. What if I fail?” you said, quietly. Namjoon reached out to hold your hands, he swung them while you looked down at his hands. You didn’t want to meet his gaze in fear of what he’d think of you crying.

“Look at me” you hesitated before tilting your head back to look at him. You looked into his eyes. In a way looking at him you felt comforted. “I’m scared too. You’re not the only one who’s scared. It’s gonna be tough sometimes and it’s gonna seem hard. But you’re strong don’t anticipate failing.”

“It’s so hard. What if I peaked in high school? I get to college and bomb I’m gonna have to pay all those loans back and I don’t even have a degree.”

“Don’t think like that. You got it, tiger. You got the best study buddy in the word. I’m just a phone call away. You’ve got nothing to worry about. You just gotta remember to breathe. I’m gonna be there to catch you if you fall.” Namjoon smiled at you. You rubbed your thumbs over his. You felt a little lighter. Feeling better after hearing words of encouragement. You wiped your eyes against you shoulder, refusing to let go of Namjoon’s hands.

“Pinky promise?” You questioned.

Namjoon let go of your hand, extending his pinky out to you.

“Pinky promise.” He said, as you wrapped your pinky around his. He kissed your intertwined pinkies. As if I lightbulb went off above you head you got an idea.

“How about we kiss each other’s pinkies? On the count of three alright?” you said, holding your laced hands up higher. Namjoon nodded.

“Okay. One… two… three.” on three you pulled your hands down. Meeting Namjoon half way as your lips softly collided. He let your hand go as he reached to you, gently placing the tips of his fingers under your chin pulling you in closer for the kiss. You let out a soft moan as he pulled away.

“You didn’t have to scam me to kissing you.” Namjoon said, you swatted at him.

“Scammed?” you gasped, overdramatically.

“I should report you to the cops. Better yet the FBI they should be aware of a con artist like you.”

“Wow you begged for a kiss and you’re gonna treat me like this is return. I’m never gonna kiss you again.” you joked.

“Never?” Namjoon asked, he gave you big puppy dog eyes.

“My God, Namjoon you are so dramatic. We’re in debt to each other at least a million kisses.”

“Actually I think it’s a million and one.” he smiled.

#namjoon x reader #namjoon x oc #bts imagines #bts fanfiction #bts drabbles #rm x reader #rm x oc #f: how to enjoy your summer and mend a relationship in two weeks #f:hteysamaritw #f:hteys #f:hteys drabble #writer:almostkoo

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