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n3ptoonz · 5 months

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How’d u think earth realm boys would react to their wife telling me there ready for kids 🎤

mk1 hcs: how the earthrealm guys react to their wife being ready for kids

warnings/tags: suggestive, fluff, female reader obv

Liu Kang

The way you brought it up was so subtle and casual. It was during his downtime, which was kinda rare. A simple "Hey...I think I'm ready to have children." and Liu is looking at you with surprised eyes and a full heart.

Being the kind of man Liu is, and how busy his life has become since being appointed as a god, this man set an exact date and time where there would be zero distractions. All his focus and effort was on you. And in you (ba dum tss)

So be prepared for a long night of passion, love, lust, and care. Cause you're not leaving that bed until you've gotten every last drop

Doesn't mind the gender. Boy, girl, he would love them just the same. Hell, even if it was more than one child at once, he wouldn't hesitate to give them the world.

Smoke

You mentioned it while you two were cuddled up on the couch. Little did you know how red his face turned until you felt his heart beat increase in real time, looking up at him with his genuine concern.

At first you thought he was nervous or probably didn't want to, and once he saw your slight frown he immediately countered that thought. He was so excited he froze. Endless reassurance from him until you verbally say you got it.

Did you think he wouldn't nervously suggest you start as soon as possible?? Pish posh, you are sad- happily mistaken. "Why not try right now?" he said, except he's stuttering over his own words and sweating profusely. No matter how many times you've been intimate with one another, he's always nervous around you <3

Gender doesn't matter to him either, however he does lean more on the side of a daughter. Simply because he'd die at the sight of a little girl running around the house that looked like you. If you had a son though, he'd be sure he doesn't meet ol uncle Bi Han bro would prob try to recruit

Johnny Cage

What if I told you he brought the idea to you one day as a "joke" and you're immediately like "That's crazy, I was going to say the same thing!"? You both looked at each other with narrowed eyes before making a run for it to the bedroom

Less talk, more action. It's safe to say y'all were up all night, touchin', lovin', going multiple rounds to the point where you forgot the entire reason for heading straight to bed. But hey, who's complaining? Johnny promised to tap that at the earliest opportunity (yes, i went there)

He SWORE that cowgirl and mating press were the "only efficient ways" to make sure you'd definitely get pregnant. As if going raw wasn't enough already-

Daughter. He wants a daughter. Give the man a daughter. He won't shut up about being a girl dad when you aren't even a month in yet. He's practicing dad jokes. Even coming up with ones that are tailored to daughters. Has a CVS receipt list of girl names and the only one you both decided that was perfect is "Cassandra/Cassie" (wink) He CANNOT wait to have another favorite girl in his life to spoil!

Raiden

It was after training. You finished first and watched him complete his, and the idea came to you while he was helping one of the younger recruits. You just laid it on him without warning: "I think we should have kids." and cue him almost spitting out his water. Was he dreaming?!

Another nervous one who blushed and stuttered a bunch upon trying to conjure up a response. The thought of having a child with you has been on his mind for some time now and it's like you read his mind, he just didn't want to overwhelm you.

Speaking of overwhelming, that was all out the window once you got home. Going from a peaceful walk to a heated make out session on a matter of seconds. Not to mention, you both had a longgg day of training and could use a shower...why not save some money on the water bill!

Raiden is too good with all types of kids to really have a preference. Growing up with his little sister AND kung lao gave him experience on both sides

Kung Lao

After your weekly sparring session, you got to thinking. You're already married, you've seen him handle kids and younger people well, and most of all he looks so damn hot when he's sweaty and out of breath. Not an unfamiliar sight to you at all!

It was when you two went to Madam Bo's for a good after-spar meal when you slyly threw it into the conversation. Mid bite, he couldn't help but back up from his food and look at you with that classic smirk he does and his dimples are fully visible (currently dying at this imagery.) And he'd end up saying something cocky but playful like "You think I'd oppose you carrying the next great Kung Lao?"

Got straight to it when you got home. Luckily you had already showered after the session, otherwise the water bill would've been looking like a traditional Chinese scroll after you were done. Prepare for his teasing, flirtatiousness, and pride to be multiplied by a thousand

I feel like he'd want a boy, and we all know why. He's not at all opposed to the idea of having a daughter. But if your first child was a daughter, you're going back to that king sized mattress once you've fully healed and trying again! (who's complaining 🤨)

Kenshi Takahashi

He had come home from a long day of a series of trips and tasks given by Liu Kang. You were in the kitchen brewing some tea late at night just because when you heard him come in. He wasn't exhausted, but you could tell he just wanted to drop everything and spend all his time with you the way he plopped down at the dining table.

When you offered food he politely declined since he had already eaten earlier. But he could sense something else was on your mind by the slight shift in your tone. Being visually impaired, his auditory has improved considerably since. "Is something on your mind?" he asked. "I think we should have kids." you responded, sitting next to him with your cup of tea.

He was at full attention now, whatever tired him from the day vanished just like that. You took his silence as uncertainty, so as you began to start listing the pros and benefits, he quickly cut you off with a "Let's do it." "Seriously?" you said, just to make sure you heard him. He stood and took your hand in his, "I'm very serious. We can start tonight, tomorrow, next week. The sooner the better." (hey, starting tonight didn't sound like a bad idea 😮‍💨)

He says he doesn't really stress the gender, but he'd like a son. Kenshi would adore your child under any circumstance, but being an only child (idk if that's canon but it's gonna be today XD) who practically raised most of his younger cousins who mostly consisted of girls, he gets a little giddy at the thought of having an older son younger daughter dynamic around the house.

Sub Zero

With how busy he is all the time and how even more tense he's become since the rift, it was a little difficult to find a way to get his undivided attention. However, the whole reason he married you is because you don't take any shit. You voiced your opinions and concerns whenever you deemed fit, and it never got in his way. So, you waltzed into his office on a mission.

It was one of the few times he wasn't running around or training his heart out. He just got done talking to Cyrax when you walked in looking as determined as the day you met. He knows you never interrupt him unless it's something terribly important. At a moment's notice, he gestured for Cyrax to leave so you could speak your peace.

"What is it?" he asked. You made sure the door was securely closed behind you before walking over to sit in his lap. He was quite surprised but also would be lying if he claimed he didn't enjoy it. "Let's have kids." you said. He always told you to be blunt with him about anything, and this was no exception. "Alright." he replied, seldom reason to say no, especially to the love of his life.

Bi Han would for sure want a son. He's set on carrying on tradition, even if he did oppose some of his late father's views. If you had a daughter as your first born, like Kung Lao y'all aren't stopping until you had a son. Though, he knows he will have to learn to raise your kids better than how he was raised. He'd rather die than ever neglect or overwork his children. Plus, you wouldn't have any of that anyway.

Scorpion

Despite being busy a lot as the head of his new clan, he always makes time for you. All his down time was yours unless you said otherwise. You were giving fighting advice to a recruit when Kuai approached you, a gentle warm hand on your shoulder. Earlier in the day, you said you wanted to talk in his free time

After excusing yourself and talking to him on the way to his office, you wasted no time laying it on him. "Kuai...I think we're ready for kids." He stops in his tracks and looks directly into your eyes. "...You're sure about this?" he asks softly, taking your hands in his with the most gentle gaze you've ever seen from him. He's been thinking about this for a while now, but didn't know how to bring it up. Your approving nod with a smile set his heart ablaze with happiness.

Because of his busy schedule, like some of the other kombatants with a lot on their plate, there's a set day and time. And once that time comes...it's tiimmeee (mariah carey voice) That night is gonna be filled with romance and deep love for one another.

Kuai wants a boy. He, like Kenshi, wants the older son and younger daughter dynamic, but for no particular reason. He just likes it. His feelings wouldn't change if your first kid was a girl though, the older daughter younger son dynamic would remind him of how his mother treated Tomas when they were kids before she passed.

a/n: as a mf who doesn't even want kids, this was so fun and cute to write omg😭ty anon for the idea! remember y'all my asks are open and i'd be down to do x or 11 if you want! just clarify pls <3

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jenchann · 2 months

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Angel Baby

(Just a little self indulging soft, fluffy, big boy Husband Simon "Ghost" Riley)

You barely noticed a figure entering the bedroom, your husband’s soft thumping of feet approaching you as you sit with your top unbuttoned focused on a small cocoon nested in your arms. Simon sees you breast feeding your child, looking so angelic and soft as light poured from the windows and into the room, your breath matching with the baby’s. He forgets time as he just takes you in, taking in every single detail of this moment thinking what did a bastard like him do to deserve you, his Angel and the beautiful child you blessed him with.

The little champ was gulping his meal of the day so furiously, tiny fists in the air, fingers moving in sync with each little gulp. You finally looked up to see your husband all silent having this look of adoration, looking at you like this was the moment he was waiting for all his life. He would say he is indeed blessed with a marvellous sight , one he never in a million years he thought would be possible.

“My Lu’ve” his thick accent rolled past his lips as your eyes met, your lips tugging into a exhausted but contented smile.

He comes over to caress the baby’s cheeks with an adoring look glazing all over it's form, finally settling on the expressions the small human did, looking up in awe at his dada, eyes exact shade as his.

“This little attention seeker…” you could see Simon’s eyes soften and his fingers stalling as he leaned in to kiss on the baby's forehead. He was a big man and very strong. So strong that he himself at times didn't even know his to control his own strength and ended up causing accidents, for which he would have this big puppy eyes after along with the sulking, as he gets sad he couldn't control himself. There was definitely something you felt seeing your big husband trying his best to be soft and gentle, especially now of all times.

“Keeps stealing you away from me…and my meals” Simon said as his eyes set on your beautiful full breasts playfully before he kissed your forehead.

You laugh at him turning your head towards him as he sat beside you.

“Just like his dad.. Can't tolerate not having my attention I guess Mister Riley” you lean on his side as his large hand wrapped around your shoulders, steading you against his huge frame.

But your son soon bit you making you hiss lowly in pain, a new habit he has been starting to have from the last few days and it was hurting your sensitive flesh. Simon staggered forward with concern, eyebrows scrunched at your displeasure.

“We really should get that milk pump we saw last time…Or atleast a nip cover Mama” Simon’s pinky finger evaded the babies lips as his son clutched dada’s finger in his tiny hands thinking it was food.

“Oh he's teething good Mama” Simon's face lit up as he looked at you and planted a kiss on your lips, clutching your neck. The sound of your pecks echoed together with your son’s excited sounds seeing his parents together filled with nothing but love. The few quiet moments passed, of you feeding your son, leaning against your husband's chest. You could feel your fatigue melting away by relaxation just by your husband's supportive presence beside you.

“Imma wash the dishes real quick a'right?” He gave a quick peck on your cheek as you laid down on the bed beside the wrapped human burrito, your hands protective around the form.

"Maybe i could help you with second round on the other side, after?” His eyes rested on your chest, his eyes playfully glistening as he looked up at your beautiful face.

“Then the laundry better be finished too mister!”

“A’ye, Mrs.Riley!” he gave a two finger salute with a Cheshire grin before he happily left the room.

It had you thinking if you had just given your husband a vigor filled motivational reason to do stuff around the house faster!

(P.S Please reblog the post cause it helps me reach a lot of people which in turn motivates me to write more! thankyou!)

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sky-kenobye · 3 months

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Fic idea that I've been obsessing over in the last couple of days:

TLDR: Obi-Wan gets dumped on his wedding day, Anakin suggests they get married instead to save Obi-Wan the humiliation (and money), he agrees, they get married and nobody realises the stunt they pulled (except for the few people they told), and they both realise that actually it's great to be married to each other and that they wouldn't have it any other way, and probably get their happily ever after.

(A lot more details under the cut for those who are interested!)

Obi-Wan is getting married to someone (I was thinking Satine at first but I don't want to bash on her just because she's in the way of my ship so let's say an original character 🤷), Anakin is his best man, and it's a kinda big and traditional wedding and they did the 'you can't see your bride until the ceremony' stuff, so Obi-Wan is already at the city hall(?), while the bride will be coming later, just before the start of the ceremony.

It's less than an hour before the start and some early guests are already getting there. One of the bride's guest (Padmé?) is arriving when she gets a phone call from the bride, telling her that the wedding is canceled, sorry for calling at the last minute but she had to call all the guests and she was the last one. At the same time Anakin is coming out of the building for whatever reason and Padmé is like 'wdym it's canceled? The best man is here, and I can see other guests!'. The bride kinda panicks and hangs up, and Padmé flags Anakin down to ask what's going on.

He's also baffled because Obi-Wan didn't say it was cancelled, he's ready to get married and everything and he saw him about 10 seconds ago. They try to call the bride back but she doesn't answer, then they try to call another guest of the bride that Padmé knows. She answers and they learn that apparently the bride called in the morning and said that Obi-Wan had cancelled the wedding and dumped her at the last minute and they were each calling their half of the guests to tell them not to show up (which is clearly a bunch of lies from the bride).

They go and explain all of this to Obi-Wan who's confused and angry and heartbroken. He manages to get on the phone with the bride who properly dumps him, and by that time there's very little time before the ceremony was supposed to start. Most of the (Obi-Wan's) guests are there, and it's kind of (very) humiliating to have to go in front of all these people that he knows and tell them "wedding cancelled, I've been dumped, you can go home", and on top of that it wasn't a super cheap wedding so that sucks, and the catering is already ready so he'll have to throw away a ton of food? Not a great situation.

So Anakin has an idea: what if they get married instead? It's crazy so Obi-Wan tries to argue against it:

We can't get fake married! Then let's get real married!

People will still know I've been dumped and I'm pathetically trying to save face! None of the bride's guests will be there so i doubt it.

It was still her name on the wedding announcement. Okay then, maybe she dumped you like idk a month ago and I took the opportunity to declare my secret love for you!

And we got married less than a month later? It's hard and expensive as shit to cancel a wedding on such a short notice so we took the opportunity! It's not so unrealistic for me and I could probably convince you to do it.

But then we'll be married. Yeah, so? There are worst things in the world.

Obi-Wan is skeptical but not saying no yet, and Padmé is like 'honestly coming from anybody else I'd think they lost it, but from you two? I can see it. Not even sure I'd be all that surprised tbh'.

Obi-Wan's not having a great time and getting married to Anakin sounds a thousand times better than telling people what actually happened so he says fuck it let's do it.

They form a quick battle plan: Obi-Wan will go talk to the officiant to change the bride's name to anakin's (is it legally possible in any country? Probably not but let's pretend it is and that the marriage is still valid), Anakin will find them new best men/women (probably quinlan for obi-wan and ahsoka for anakin? Or padmé since she's already in the loop) and brief them on the situation, and Padmé will find a ring that fits Anakin (she borrows one of the guest's, maybe Owen Lars'?).

Only a few minutes late, they come out in front of all the guests, do a quick speech explaining the unexpected change (with a few lies of course), and the ceremony begins. Everything goes smoothly, Obi-Wan improvises very moving (and actually 100% honest) wedding vows, Anakin is crying and forgot they needed wedding vows but manages to put a few sentences together which are equally as honest as Obi-Wan's and make people cry too (they think he forgot his vows because of the emotion). They put the rings on each other, kiss and all of that, and when they leave the building they're both beaming so wide that it doesn't occur to anybody to be suspicious, the grooms look so happy and in love!

Then it's time for the reception and everybody has a great time, the grooms have a very sweet first dance, and they're all over each other the entire evening, how adorable! And if they disappear for a little while (Obi-Wan may be happy to get married to Anakin but he still just got dumped, so he may want to have a few minutes to breath in a quiet corner and get a good hug) then everybody assumes they're making out in a closet or something. Owen laughs at them for forgetting the rings (which is what he assumes is the reason they needed his ring), and they get a lot of friendly ribbing for 'keeping their wedding a secret' from pretty much everybody.

And maybe after a few drink they do really disappear to make out and decide that marrying your best friend that you've always kind of been into without ever admitting it is pretty amazing actually.

#obikin #obikin wip #my writing #is it full of plot holes? probably #lets pretend it makes sense

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klausinamarink · 4 months

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Sophie Munson’s Best Christmas Gift Ever

rating: G | cw: none | tags: domestic fluff, child POV, transmasc Eddie, Steddie dads, side Buckingham, modern au | wc: 975

written for @steddieholidaydrabbles | Dec 25: Christmas

When Papa tucked Sophie to bed early, she was so excited about Christmas morning that she thought she would never sleep. But at some point while staring at the numbers on her clock, she went ka-poot.

She woke up once, just barely, when she felt Daddy kissing her forehead and saying something she couldn’t make out before she went back to sleep again.

When she woke up again, Sophie was full of excitement. Because it was Christmas!

Except when she ran downstairs, she saw Aunt Robin and Chrissy sitting around the tree instead of her dads.

“Aunt Robs? Aunt Chris?” Sophie tilted her head, confused. Before she could ask where her dads were, they both swooped over and smothered her with so many kisses and “Merry Christmas!” Sophie started giggling and tried to escape from their hugs.

“Your dads are at a very special place right now.” Aunt Robin said with a big smile. Sophie stared at her as the worst thought ever came to her.

“They’re dead!?” She shrieked. Aunt Robin’s smile dropped and her face paled to panic. Aunt Chrissy smacked her on the arm before turning to Sophie with a soft smile, “No, no, of course not! They’re just away to do something real important.”

Sophie looked at them before she crossed her arms with a huff, “Is this a grownup thing where they’re doing last minute Christmas stuff?” Then she gasped with a better thought, “Am I getting a much bigger present?”

Her aunts looked at each other. They’re both trying hard not to smile for some reason. Hmmm, very suspicious. Aunt Chrissy giggled before she said, “In a way, yes!”

Sophie huffed again, “Well, can you-”

“Hey, Soapy Sops, do you want to open your presents?” Aunt Robin interrupted, waving her hands at the tree, “I bet you’re still real excited!”

Sophie was. She hurried to the tree and grabbed the presents. Most of them were from her dads, but she decided to open the ones from her other relatives. Aunt Chrissy recorded her while Sophie let Aunt Robin ‘ooo’d at her presents.

After Sophie fell in love with her new toy dragon from Grandpa Wayne, Aunt Robin’s phone started ringing. She made an ‘eep’ when she saw who was calling. She answered it and mouthed to Sophie, “it’s Daddy.”

Sophie squealed, tried to clamber close to hear her dad, but Aunt Chrissy kept her away. “Shh, let Robin speak to him first.” She whispered and Sophie nodded.

“Steve! How was it!? Oh god, you sound tired. Is Eddie alright?” Aunt Robin’s eyes grew wide and bright at whatever Daddy was telling her. And then she gave out an excited scream and yelled louder, “OH MY GOD, CONGRATS!”

“What is it? Let me hear! Tell me, tell meeeeee!” This time, Aunt Chrissy let her free and Sophie tried again to get Aunt Robin’s phone. Her aunt nearly fell, holding her phone out in the air.

“Wait, Steve-! Your daughter’s a menace, ugh, let me put you on speaker!” She tapped on the screen and then Daddy’s voice filled the room.

“-at you say?”

“Daddy!” Sophie plopped on Aunt Robin’s lap, happy to hear him again. “Where did you and Papa go?”

“Oh, Sophie, I’m so sorry we left but we have amazing news, pumpkin.”

“What is it?” Sophie’s eyes widened. Could this be the bigger last-minute present?

“You remember how we told you that your sibling wouldn’t be born until after the New Year?” He paused as Sophie said ‘uh-huh!’ “Well, I guess they were so excited that they came out of Papa’s belly for Christmas!”

Sophie froze for three seconds. Then she shrieked so loud and happily that Aunt Robin covered her mouth.

Sophie’s legs kicked back and forth on the way to the hospital. Even when she was standing on her two feet, she kept jumping up and down, ready to run to see her dads and brand-new sibling. That was how happy she was!

“Easy, Sophie.” Aunt Chrissy laughed, holding her hand while Aunt Robin held the other. “You don’t wanna trip.”

She almost tripped once they arrived at Papa's room. Daddy was already there to catch her and hoist her up to kiss her head.

“Daddy!” Sophie turned to point accusingly at her aunts. “Aunt Robin almost made me think you and Papa died! I was almost sad!”

Aunt Robin squawked. Aunt Chrissy covered her mouth with a laugh. Daddy just shook his head and tutted at Aunt Robin before he looked back at Sophie, “Now I know you’re excited, but just remember that Papa is very tired and babies can wake up easily. Try not to be super loud.”

Sophie nodded seriously. Then she was led into the room where she saw Papa lying on the bed, his hair tied up in a bun, with a blanketed bundle in his arms. Papa looked up and smiled at her.

“Hey, Sops.” Papa said quietly as he gently rocked the baby. Sophie stared down at her brother. He looked so small and red and ugly. Just like in her own baby photos.

“He looks like Baby Yoda.” Sophie said.

Papa laughed softly, “He sure does.”

“Does that mean his name is Baby Yoda?” Behind her, her aunts cackled as quietly as they could.

Daddy laughed too, his hand on Sophie’s back as he looked at her. “No, we didn’t call your brother Baby Yoda. His name is Hunter.”

Sophie blinked, “Like the Pokémon?”

“Hunter. Without the ‘A’, pumpkin.” Papa corrected.

“Oh.” Sophie looked at her brother - Hunter - for a long time. Then she grinned with a firm nod. “I like it. Very metal.”

It was while she sat next to Papa and was allowed to hold Hunter that Sophie decided that not only she loved her brother, but this was the best Christmas gift ever.

#klaus writes #steddie #buckingham #stranger things #steddieholidaydrabbles

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youre-a-total--poser · 2 years

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A Strange Way To Get Them Back Together

Warnings: Parents separation, brief mention of not eating, mention of passing out, hospital, mention of IV and nasal breathing tube. Anymore let me know

Age: 12

Word Count: 1,592

Requests: Closed

Summary: You're parents split up and you didn't take it very well

Requested by:

Date: 09/09/2022

A/N: Thank you for the request I hope you like it :)

Masterlist

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Steve and Natasha were once a happily married couple... Once

They were on the verge of separation and the only real reason why they were still together was for their daughter.

They didn't want to upset their daughter in any way that's why they decided that staying together was their best option no matter how miserable it made them both.

---⧗---

You noticed that your parents have been acting differently for weeks but you didn't want to mention it.

You saw your dad sleep on the couch many times, they never kiss each other goodbye anymore, your mom was working more and your dad was spending more time at your uncle Bucky's house.

---⧗---

"Jesus, Steve, is that all you care about?" Was the first thing that you heard shouted by your mother when you walked into the house after school. "Go on leave that's all that you're good for."

Your dad walked to the door gave you a sympathetic look and left.

"Dad?" You shouted following your dad out of the house.

"Dad, don't leave," you shouted again you ran after his car to the end of the street but you had to stop since you didn't see the point in continuing to chase the car.

You walked back to your house, tears streaming down your face.

When you walked back into your house your mom was waiting for you.

Natasha cupped your face and wiped away your tears with her thumbs. "it's all going to be okay baby I promise."

"It's not going to be okay. Nothing is going to be okay again." You screamed then ran up to your bedroom.

---⧗---

For the rest of the week, you locked yourself in your bedroom.

There was only one person that you let in your room and that was your aunt Wanda.

She never forced you to talk about your feeling she was more than happy just to sit with you in silence and hug you.

Wanda walked into our bedroom and found you sitting in the corner of the room crying uncontrollably.

She sat down beside you and pulled you into a tight hug. She tried everything she could to calm you down it took you a while but you finally did.

"Are you wanting to talk about it?" Wanda asked as she wiped your cheeks dry.

"Mama and dad have split up and I don't know who to live with I love them both so much. Dad will be sad if I live with mama and mama will be sad if I live with dad."

"Sweetheart I'm sure you will be able to live with both your parents. They won't make you live with just one. They will eventually discuss it with you and who knows maybe they just need a break from each other for a bit and they aren’t separating.”

"I hope that they hurry up and get back together." You rested your head on Wanda's shoulder.

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Throughout the week Natasha tried everything that she possibly could to get you to come out but nothing worked.

She walked past your room multiple times a day and you the same stupid question.

"Baby are you alive in there?" Natasha shouted.

"No." You shouted back

Natasha was getting worried after each day passed and you hadn't left your room once not even to eat.

"Y/N this is getting ridiculous now open the door." She yelled and banged on your door but she got no response.

She wanted to try one last thing before kicking your door in herself.

---⧗---

"Y/N, honey, it's dad please open the door." Steve knocked but he got no response.

"Y/N?" He shouted again but again no response.

"Y/N, step back," he shouted and kicked the door in.

Steve saw you lying unconscious on the floor

"Natasha!" He shouted.

Natasha ran into your room and instantly dropped down on the ground beside you.

Steve placed his two fingers on your neck to try and feel your pulse "I've got a heartbeat but it's faint. we have to get her to the compound now."

He gently picked you up and carried you out to the car. He told Natasha to sit in the back with you and he was the one who was going to drive since he knew that she was in no state to do so.

Steve had never driven so fast in his life and he didn't care about how many traffic violations he broke.

---⧗---

After the longest 20 minutes of their lives, they finally made it to the compound.

Steve got you out of the car and carried you to the med bay.

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While the doctors were working on you Steve and Natasha were waiting in the hall. Natasha was anxiously pacing back and forth.

Steve placed his hands on her shoulders getting her to stop pacing. "Honey our girl is going to be already she's a fighter after all just like her mother."

"But what if she isn't?" Natasha asked tears streaming down her face.

Steve pulled her into a hug. "Don't say that don't even think."

"I'm sorry I can't help it. it's all that I can think about"

Steve hugged his wife tighter there was nothing that he could do or say to make her feel better all that was left to do was wait.

*20 minutes later*

One of the doctors came out and showed Steve and Natasha to your room.

They walked into the room and saw you lying on the bed with an IV in your arm and a breathing tube in your nose.

"She was severely dehydrated that's what caused her to pass out. I've put an IV in her arm which will rehydrate her and she should be fine. If you both have any more questions just come ask me or one of my colleagues." The doctor explained.

"I'll leave you both alone with her." The doctor said then left.

Natasha walked over to your bed and went to touch your cheek but pulled her hand away. "She doesn't look like our daughter she looks so small and she's too quiet she's never this quiet."

"It won't be long till she is up and running around doing everything she possibly can to annoy everyone like always," Steve said as he walked over to Natasha and rested his chin on top of her head. He had to lean down a bit to do so since Natasha was so small compared to him.

Natasha turned around to look at Steve "Can we work out all of our issues when Y/N is better not just for her but for us as well? I've missed you so much."

Steve hugged Natasha so tightly. "You have no idea how much that means to me to hear you say that. I have been wanting to come back at you and Y/N the second I left."

2 Days Later

You were still in the compound medbay. You were feeling so much better and were just waiting on the discharge from the doctor.

Steve walked into the room holding two cups of coffee. He saw you curled up asleep on your mother's lap while she is gently rocking you.

Steve walked over and placed a kiss on Natasha's head. "This reminds me of the day she was born." He quietly said then he looked around the room "I'm pretty sure this is the same room."

"It definitely is the same room." Natasha pointed to one of the corners "That's where Clint nearly dropped her."

"You had to wait two weeks to recover before you could beat him up." He quietly chuckled.

Natasha quietly laughed making sure that she didn't accidentally wake you up "That's not all that happened in this room." She smiled to herself as the memory played in her head.

Steve had to think for a second about what she meant then his eyes lit up and a large smile when he remembered. "our first kiss"

"If you hadn't been so stupid all those years ago risking your own life to save mine you wouldn't have ended up in here, that kiss wouldn't have happened and we wouldn't have had our little miracle." Natasha gently tightened her grip around you and rested her head on top of yours.

"The best decisions I have ever made in my entire life." He smiled at her.

Natasha leaned forward to kiss him but she felt you start to stir.

You did a big stretch and slowly opened your eyes.

"There's my sleepy girl. How was your nap?" Natasha asked then kissed your head.

"It was good." You yawned and did another big stretch.

You turned your head and a large smile grew on your face when you saw who was standing there. "You're here too."

Steve sat down on the bed across from you. "There's nowhere else I would rather be than with my best girls."

You leaned forward and give him a tight hug. "I'm so happy that you're back daddy."

"Me too sweetheart." He kissed the side of your head and then gently laid you down on the bed.

Steve laid down next to you and you snuggled into both of your parents.

"Are you both back together?" You asked.

Steve looked at Natasha for the answer.

"We're working on it, sweetheart," Natasha said.

"That's good I've missed this and you both together so much."

Steve or Natasha didn't say anything else they just wrapped their arms around you and eventually, the three of you fell asleep.

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‘✷’ : CHAPTER TWO “one joshua to rule them all”

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chapter warnings: swearing, alcohol

summary: "lately, seokmin had come to a realisation. joshua hong, seokmin thought, was a little bit of an enigma." - in which seokmin has known joshua for years, but he's always been a bit of a mystery to him. and as the days go by, he finds himself falling further and further for the enigmatic man, wanting to find out who the real Joshua Hong is behind his polite smiles and warm eyes and sweet words.

notes: if gods existed, i think they'd probably like to grant wishes purely to make humans suffer lmao

Seokmin ended up beginning to see a lot more of Joshua.

It was small things, really, but considering the fact that, up until then, Seokmin hadn’t even glimpsed a hint of Joshua’s shadow, it made him wonder if there were any gods up there, listening to his every word.

Because, well, he saw Joshua everywhere.

They bumped into each other while Seokmin was out grocery shopping, or while he was just getting off the bus and Joshua was getting on, or while Seokmin was popping into the gym to see if Soonyoung was escaping his dishwashing duties again (which was an utterly mortifying encounter that he really didn’t want to repeat), or simply while walking down the street as they accidentally made eye contact.

It was safe to say that he was seeing a lot of Joshua.

Soonyoung looked up from where he was spraying water on the cacti out in their hall, frowning when he saw Seokmin walk through the door, coming home after work.

“What’s up with you?” he asked, setting down the spray bottle. "Why do you look like you’ve seen a ghost? And why are you late?”

Seokmin blinked, a rabbit under headlights. Soonyoung tilted his head, the concern melting into something more mischievous in his eyes.

“You did something, didn’t you? Seokmin, why’re you coming back from work late?”

“Uh, no reason,” Seokmin lied lamely, wincing internally. Damn. That hadn't even convinced himself. He made a mental note to get better at lying. “Nothing happened.” And then he ran to his room.

Or, tried to. Soonyoung had fast reflexes, even though he really only chose to use them whenever it most benefited him. Seokmin was often the poor victim of such reflexes, he thought. He made another mental note to get better at dodging Soonyoung's grabby hands.

"I can see it all over your face," Soonyoung said suspiciously. "What did you do this time?"

Seokmin tried to laugh casually. It didn't work. "Would you believe me if I said that absolutely nothing happened at all?"

"Nope."

"Aw, damn. I need to improve my skills of lying to you. Could we make that a daily session?"

"Seokmin, stop avoiding the question," Soonyoung said, shaking his shoulders. His eyes gleamed with the potential of getting embarrassing information out of him. "What did you do?"

Seokmin squirmed, unable to get out of Soonyoung's death grip on his arms.

"One of my students is leaving school today," he said finally. "She gave me these flowers to say thank you. But—"

"Oh! Let me guess, they're the ones you're allergic to?"

Seokmin glared at the interruption. "No."

"You touched them and they immediately died?"

"What? No!"

"There was a roach in them and you screamed and threw it in her face?"

"Huh? Hyung, that's what you did the last time your niece tried to give you flowers," Seokmin said. Soonyoung huffed, and then motioned for him to carry on with his head. He still had that death grip on Seokmin's arms.

"Just get on with it."

"I would if you stopped interrupting me," Seokmin sulked. "You're not letting me finish."

"So keep going!"

It was an incredibly embarrassing encounter, in fact. Seokmin had cherished the flowers, since they'd been given by one of his favourite students, and had happily carried them in his arms on the way home.

Only to turn the corner and run right into Joshua.

"Hello!" Joshua had said in surprise, steadying him with an arm on his shoulder. Then his voice had gone soft, that gentle softness which made Seokmin blink rapidly. "Those are some lovely flowers. Where did you get them?"

Seokmin had stared at him for a long, long moment.

“Seokmin?” Joshua’s voice had turned a little worried, removing his hand from his shoulder to wave it in front of his face. “Are you okay?”

Seokmin blinked at him again. And then—

"They're for you!" he'd blurted, for some reason.

Joshua froze. "What?"

"—and then I pushed the flowers into his arms and ran away," Seokmin finished miserably and Soonyoung cackled.

“You gave Joshua hyung flowers? That weren’t even for him?” Soonyoung said, still laughing. “Oh, wow. What did he say?”

“I don’t know,” Seokmin said, still in that same miserable tone. “I told you. I ran away.”

Soonyoung burst into laughter again, and Seokmin sighed.

If there were gods out there, listening to his wishes and orchestrating these embarrassing encounters, then Seokmin wasn’t sure he liked them that much.

His daily life carried on just like that, with a weird mix of constant Joshua-sightings and his normal, everyday routine. If Seokmin was being honest, it was getting kind of terrifying at this point, just how many times he’d seen Joshua over the past few weeks, when before he’d barely see the man outside of their monthly Game Nights.

It was mildly awkward, in the way that it would be mildly awkward to constantly see your friend’s undeniably attractive and weirdly elusive housemate even though you’ve held probably ten conversations in total with them. While the encounters weren’t necessarily unpleasant, he didn’t know what to do with the fact that his ears constantly reddened and his heart seized up and suddenly he didn’t know how to string two sentences together whenever he caught sight of Joshua’s big eyes and soft smile and shy wave of ‘hello’.

Seokmin was half-worried that he was being stalked, if Joshua didn’t look utterly surprised by their sudden, frequent encounters, just like him.

Well, Seokmin supposed, if the gods were indeed listening in on the lives of mere mortals like them, then this wasn’t exactly the worst wish of his that they could have chosen to grant. At least everyone around him wasn’t talking about Joshua 24/7, because boy would that be weird.

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Every time their favourite dongsaeng came over to talk to Soonyoung and Seokmin, it always had something to do with work.

Seungkwan always had something to complain over, or something to gossip about, or something to relay to his hyungs that would eventually devolve into him telling them how brilliant he was due to how he’d handled the situation. He was a master storyteller, better even than Jeonghan, and while he did get (justifiably) annoyed when Soonyoung and Seokmin interrupted him with constant questions, the way he told a story was almost unsettlingly gripping.

They dedicated entire evenings to these talk sessions, equipped with coffee and hot chocolate and a vast variety of unhealthy snacks, talking and laughing until the wee hours of the morning even though, most of the time, they had work the next day. But while sipping piping hot drinks with pop music blasting through the house and shitting on colleagues and discussing the meaning of life, no one had time to worry about work.

“Seohwa keeps saying that I look like a hamster,” Soonyoung said, squishing his cheeks and frowning, "and everyone keeps agreeing with her. Be honest you guys. Do I really?”

“Yeah,” Seokmin replied instantly, Seungkwan nodding in agreement with him. “You’re, like, the most hamster-looking person ever.”

Soonyoung took his hands away from his cheeks. “I hate you both.”

Seungkwan cackled, crawling through the mess of pillows strewn across the floor to kneel in front of Soonyoung, pinching his cheeks and moving his head around. “But hyung! Come on, you have to agree that you’re literally as adorable as the adorablest hamster in the world. You look just like the pet hamster my cousin used to have. Hey! Don’t bite me, you animal!”

Soonyoung just grinned as Seungkwan ripped his hands away from the elder’s face, shrugging as if he hadn’t just clasped his teeth around Seungkwan’s thumb. “Don’t put your hands next to my face.”

“What happened to your cousin’s hamster?” Seokmin asked, turning Seungkwan’s glare away from Soonyoung. “I didn’t even know she had one.”

“Oh, it died,” Seungkwan said. “Overfeeding.”

Soonyoung, taking a sip of his now-cold hot chocolate, choked.

“It was really sad,” Seungkwan carried on thoughtfully, patting Soonyoung’s back as he coughed. “It was so cute. It used to hoard food in its mouth like this—" He puffed out his cheeks— "with literally the exact same expression that Soonyoung hyung has when he's stuffing his face with food."

Soonyoung glared. "You're literally the worst person in the world. I'm banning you from coming back here."

"You wouldn't," Seungkwan said cheerfully, while Soonyoung rolled his eyes and Seokmin laughed, because they all knew that Seungkwan was right. And besides, even if they did ban him, he'd probably pick their locks and stroll into their apartment anyway.

"Hyung, can you get me more hot chocolate? I ran out," Seokmin asked, waving his empty mug at Soonyoung.

"Oh, hyung, me too!" Seungkwan said, holding his out too. "Make me some more too."

"No hot chocolate for traitors," Soonyoung snipped, but he stood up anyway, taking their mugs. "I hate you both so much."

Seokmin grinned, blowing a dramatic kiss in Soonyoung's direction as he attempted to navigate through the fluffy pillows and blankets that they'd flung across the floor of the living room. Soonyoung gave him the finger in return, and Seungkwan laughed.

"Kwan. Are you still going church-hopping tomorrow?" Seokmin asked, once there was the sound of the microwave whirring as Soonyoung heated the milk.

Seungkwan brightened, leaping at the chance to talk about his work. "Yeah, we are! We're going out of the area tomorrow, and we'll probably go there again the day after because the writers said that they won't have finished finalising the script until at least the end of this week. Ayun noona thinks they're slacking off, which is why it's taking so long."

Seokmin laughed. "Ayun noona thinks terribly of everyone."

"She does, doesn't she? Such a bitch," Seungkwan said, with feeling, and it made Seokmin laugh again as the younger scrunched his nose. "Did I tell you that thing she did the other day? We were in one of the churches in this area, and everyone was in a good mood because, you know, it was a nice day! The sun was out, we were technically getting a day off because who the fuck even does research on research trips, and Hyuwon had paid for literally everyone's lunch. We're on our way to the next church, but this noona just…"

And so the evening carried on. Soonyoung came back with the hot chocolate while Seungkwan was in the middle of his rant and almost spilled the drink all over the television to avoid Seungkwan's flailing hands. There was a scuffle, and melodramatic yelling, but eventually they settled down and Seungkwan carried on telling his story like nothing had happened.

It was chaotic. It was confusing. But it was, above all, normal, and Seokmin's head was buzzing with just how wonderfully, messily ordinary it was. As he laughed at Soonyoung for being slapped on the shoulder for interrupting Seungkwan's story, all he could think of was how good it was to have this day, this evening of ordinary stuff with no Joshua-ness. After all, it was probably the first day since last month's Game Night that he hasn't been reminded of Joshua, either because of his own brain or because he'd been seeing the man across the street at every turn.

Not that he didn't want to see Joshua, of course. But he didn't exactly want to deal with the weird heart palpitations and strange tongue-tiedness every single day, you know?

This evening was simply a good distraction from how startlingly suddenly Joshua had invaded his life.

“—and that choir that Joshua hyung leads was there too! His children were really really good, and it was all stuffy church hymns that they were singing, but that’s expected, since we were researching church stuff, but it was really amazing. Joshua hyung is a great teacher to the kids.”

Seokmin blinked at Seungkwan, astounded.

Great.

He spoke too soon.

Seungkwan kept rambling about his church-hopping events that had happened with his music theatre crew, because apparently they were gathering ‘hands-on’ experience to help with their new upcoming project, or something. Seokmin wasn’t sure how that worked, but they were doing it anyway, and Seungkwan carried on talking about it, his ramblings mostly on Joshua for the moment. Soonyoung was nodding along, practically drowning in a pile of cushions he’d made but still engaging in the conversation all the same.

Seokmin wanted to bash his head against the coffee table and knock himself out. This was insane. Joshua was everywhere, damnit.

When Seokmin said he wanted to see more of Joshua, he didn’t mean he wanted to see him and hear of him 24/7.

“—and I just think it’s so cool he does his day job and still leads the choir of the church, you know? Although, from what Jeonghan hyung said, he’s gonna quit his day job soon and do something else,” Seungkwan was saying. He was still talking about Joshua. How was he still talking about Joshua?

“What’s he gonna do?” Soonyoung asked.

“Work at a school as a music teacher,” Seungkwan replied. “Jeonghan hyung said he was growing tired of his desk job, so he’s doing something he enjoys. Good on him,” he added, “because from the way he worked with the church kids, he really, really loves teaching music.”

That made Seokmin smile, just a little bit. The image of Joshua giving a bunch of little kids his lovely, lovely smiles and clapping good-humouredly as they finished singing made his heart warm.

“Speaking of Joshua hyung, though,” Soonyoung said, and there was a distinctly sly lilt to his voice as he grinned at Seokmin. "Wanna tell Seungkwan what you did?"

Seokmin groaned. "No, actually, I don't."

"What? What? Hyung, what did you do?" Instantly, Seungkwan turned to him, fully intent on dragging the whole story out of him, patting his arm excitedly. "Hyung, tell me, please! I wanna know!"

"It's nothing interesting?" Seokmin tried. "You're not gonna wanna know?"

Soonyoung snorted at the way Seokmin's words had ended with a questioning lilt. Seungkwan just shook his head, eyes wide.

"Of course I want to know!" he insisted. He'd have looked so innocent and sincere if Seokmin didn’t know that he was fully intending to laugh at him once he'd told the tale. "I wanna know everything that my lovely Seokmin hyung gets up to, you know?"

Seokmin cringed. "Okay, okay, I'll tell you. It's really not that interesting."

And so, he relayed the same embarrassing story that he'd told Soonyoung, finishing in the same flustered, miserable tone.

"—pushed the flowers in his direction and ran away," he said, miserably, and Seungkwan burst into laughter. Seokmin crossed his arms, bottom lip jutting out. He had the worst friends ever.

“That’s so—” Seungkwan couldn’t even finish his sentence before dissolving into laughter again, holding onto an uncontrollably giggling Soonyoung for support. “Oh, Seokmin hyung, what are we gonna do with you?”

Seokmin sniffed. “You know what, I agree with Soonyoung hyung’s decision. Seungkwan, you’re banned from coming back here. Ever.”

“You wouldn’t,” Seungkwan said again, through tears of laughter, and he was right, again, but Seokmin huffed and pretended to be mad at him all the same. “You love me too much.”

“Debatable,” Seokmin said, but before Seungkwan could squawk in indignation, he pushed the younger’s mug of hot chocolate back into his hands. “Shh. Drink. Let’s talk about something else, I’m bored.”

“Okay.” Soonyoung opened a bag of chips, chomping thoughtfully. “Wait, Seok, it sounds like a lot of your students are leaving lately.”

Seokmin brightened at the change in topic and then saddened with a sigh. “Yeah, they are. So are the teachers! Everyone’s leaving all of a sudden, and it makes me sad.”

“Teachers too?” Seungkwan asked, putting down his mug again, eyeing Soonyoung’s bag of chips. “Is it one specific department they’re all leaving from?”

Seokmin tapped his lips thoughtfully, thinking through the colleagues who’d told him he was leaving soon. “I dunno. These two guys from the music department are leaving together to create a company, though.”

Seungkwan was still side-eyeing Soonyoung’s the bag of chips, sitting back on his knees. “Huh. Hey, I wonder what kind of company they’re trying to create.” He leaned forward suddenly, managing to snag the entire bag out of Soonyoung’s hands.

Immediately, Soonyoung gave a cry of outrage and lunged towards Seungkwan, arms outstretched while the younger rolled around and adamantly yelled “No! No!” while trying to keep the chips out of Soonyoung’s reach.

“I think it was a company on mental health or something” Seokmin said, half to himself, half to his friends wrestling amongst the fluffy blankets. “I can’t remember what it was about. Oh, and there’s another guy who’s leaving ‘cuz he's retiring, I think.”

Amidst a spray of chip crumbs, Soonyoung emerged victorious, sticking his tongue out incredibly maturely at the static-haired Seungkwan.

“What department was he? Dance history?” he asked, while Seungkwan sat up and tried in vain to calm down his hair.

Seokmin shook his head. “Nope, he taught chemistry. No one teaches dance history at a normal school, hyung,” he pointed out.

“Hey, your school isn't normal. It's fancy as fuck,” Seungkwan said, giving up on his hair and glaring at Soonyoung. “It’s a fucking private school. You have stables. You might very well have dance history lessons too.”

“Well, we don’t,” Seokmin said. “Our music department is pretty big, though. Well, we’re down two now, but there’s still a lot of teachers there. We have an organ tutor and everything.”

Seungkwan threw his hands up in the air while Soonyoung shook his head, and Seokmin blinked.

“What?”

“An organ tutor,” Seungkwan emphasised.

Seokmin thought about it. Shrugged. “Okay yeah, it’s a bit weird.”

“A bit weird,” Soonyoung repeated, grinning. “Oh, dear Seokmin, I have no idea how you managed to get into that school at all.”

“Honestly,” Seokmin said, “Me neither.”

Instantly, Soonyoung cuffed him around the head with a pillow. “Hey, don’t say that about yourself! You are brilliant, Lee Seokmin! You deserve the highest salary ever and for none of your children to hand in half-assed essays for the entirety of your career!”

Seokmin blinked, confused, opening his mouth to protest and receiving a mouthful of cushion in return. “Wh—I was agreeing with you!”

“It was a trick question!” Seungkwan crowed, before his head swung back suddenly as Seokmin threw a cushion in his direction. He fixed his eyes on Seokmin, a dangerous glint appearing in his eyes. “Oh, you are so dead for that.”

Any attempts to carry on the conversation were lost beneath flying upholstery and shrieks of laughter and the sound of the three of them cheering while murdering one another with pillows.

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Someone had decided to bring a bluetooth speaker to their latest Game Night, and Seokmin didn’t know whether he should be congratulating the person or fantasising about wringing their neck.

“Soonyoung, fucking turn down that music before I smash that speaker to bits!” Jihoon yelled over the cacophony of noise, making Mingyu jump from where he was standing in the middle of the room, acting out whatever charade he was meant to try and get them to guess.

“Never!” Soonyoung yelled back, almost tripping over Junhui’s legs to run towards his precious speaker, hugging it as if protecting it from the various profanities that Jihoon was yelling at it.

Minghao rolled his eyes from where he was squished next to Seokmin on the sofa, stuck so close to his side that they were practically sitting in each other’s laps. “If Jihoon hyung doesn’t smash it, then I might,” he muttered, and Seokmin grinned.

“You and those spindly arms?” he said, poking Minghao in the side.

Minghao scowled. “Shut up.”

The music was lowered, eventually, and Mingyu went back to acting out what looked like a rabbit hanging from a branch and dying a painful death.

“I don’t get it,” Jeonghan said eventually, and several voices yelled out their agreement. “Should we play something else?”

“No, guys, this one is really easy,” Mingyu insisted. “Come on, I’m acting out one of you guys.” He did the action again, and the rabbit scrunched its nose and seemed to almost succeed at lifting itself up onto the branch before it fell back down again. “Do you really not get it?”

“Just tell us,” Seokmin yelled out. “No one gets it.”

Mingyu huffed. “It’s Seungcheol trying to do his first pull-ups back when we were in uni.”

Immediately, there was an explosion of noise as Seungcheol cried out at the injustice of the horribly inaccurate depiction while Chan screamed with laughter and various others yelled in recognition. Seokmin laughed, sipping from his mug, marvelling at how quickly Game Night was once again veering away from its main aim of, well, playing games.

Minghao was curled up at his side, drinking water out of a wine glass, and wasn’t it really weird that Seokmin was drinking alcohol in a mug and Minghao was drinking water in a glass?

He pointed this out to Minghao, but the man just shrugged. “Jeonghan never does anything that makes sense. It’s no wonder that the cups he’s assigned to us don’t make sense either.”

Seokmin laughed, draining his mug and stretching out on the sofa, which had rapidly emptied as everyone jumped up to yell at each other. “You’re so right.”

Overall, this month’s Game Night was going really well. They’d already almost murdered each other during five rounds of Uno, one weird round of Chinese Whispers and three of charades, and Seokmin’s brain was entering that floaty state where he felt all loose and happy and everything made him laugh.

And he was, most definitely, not avoiding Joshua.

He wasn't, okay, he really wasn’t. He didn’t even talk to Joshua normally, so it was totally ordinary for them not to interact once during Game Night. Even if he was Jeonghan’s housemate, it wasn’t like Seokmin was best friends with him too. And that wasn’t something that was going to start now, right? So it was totally normal.

It was also totally normal for Seokmin’s eyes to keep drifting to him, of course.

Soonyoung suddenly launched himself into the gap between Minghao and Seokmin, making Seokmin yelp and Minghao hiss. Except, he bounded up to them with too much force, so Soonyoung simply bounced into their laps before sliding off again.

“W—Soonyoung, get off!” Minghao looked down at the man on the floor, who was giggling on the floor and evidently drunk off his ass. “What’s wrong with you now?”

Seokmin tilted his head, poking Soonyoung in the cheek with his foot. The elder didn’t even react, only giggling harder, and Seokmin grinned. “Everything. Hyung’s wasted.”

Minghao wrinkled his nose, tsking. “Already? It’s not even midnight yet.” He stood up from the sofa, stepping over Soonyoung’s body. “I’m gonna go find Junhui,” he said to Seokmin, motioning to the mess that had spread out from the living room and into the hall. “Make sure he’s not puking all over himself again.”

Seokmin gave him a salute. “Good luck, soldier.”

No sooner had Minghao vacated the sofa than Jeonghan flopped down into the space next to Seokmin, leaning into his shoulder and waving down at Soonyoung on the floor at their feet.

“Hi, Soonyoung,” Jeonghan grinned. “How’s the floor?”

Soonyoung muttered something.

“Cool,” Jeonghan said, before whipping his attention round to Seokmin. “Have you seen Jihoon?”

“Uh,” Seokmin blinked, startled by the sudden question. “No?”

Jeonghan sighed, slumping into him again. “Shame. I’m looking for Joshua. I dunno where he’s gone. It’s like he’s disappeared into thin air.”

Seokmin tilted his head, thoroughly confused, because Joshua was standing in the other corner of the living room, looking like he was consoling a teary Seungkwan while trying to hold back his own laughter. He was nowhere near Jihoon. And he was right within their range of vision.

“Are you drunk?” he asked Jeonghan, and the elder threw his head back and laughed.

“Me? No way,” Jeonghan said, grinning, sitting up properly. “You, Minnie, aren’t nearly drunk enough, however. Here.”

And he pushed another mug of alcohol into Seokmin’s hands that he’d seemingly procured out of nowhere, watching him like a hawk until he took a sip. Jeonghan smiled, satisfied, drinking from his own mug as he leaned back into the couch, watching the chaos of the room.

“Joshua hyung’s right there,” Seokmin pointed out helpfully, just in case Jeonghan hadn’t seen him. He wasn’t sure how Jeonghan hadn’t, though, because Seungkwan was making loud wailing noises and Joshua was standing next to him, shoulders shaking with suppressed laughter.

“Right where?” Jeonghan asked, but it was a little absentminded, as if he’d stopped looking for Joshua. “You should make friends with him, you know.”

Seokmin blinked. “I—what?”

“Make friends,” Jeonghan said. “With Joshua.”

Seokmin squinted at him. “I think you are drunk, hyung.”

Jeonghan just laughed. “Maybe. But you should. Just talk to him, you know? I think you’d get on really well. You’ve probably already seen how he’s so much like you.”

“He is?” Seokmin furrowed his brow. At his feet, Soonyoung was wriggling around, trying to sit up. “How do you know that? I don’t know anything about him.”

“Sure you do,” Soonyoung murmured, headbutting Seokmin’s knee. “Like how hyung makes weird design choices.”

Seokmin blinked as Soonyoung dragged himself to his feet, frowning like he was in deep thought before sitting in Seokmin’s lap. “Ugh, get off, you’re heavy. How could you even hear us from down on the floor? Above all this noise?”

“You’re loud,” Soonyoung said, grinning and adjusting himself in Seokmin’s lap. “And comfy. Why are you so comfy?”

Seokmin yelped when Soonyoung kneed him in the crotch. “Ow! What the hell? Jeonghan hyung, help me!” He turned to his side only to find that Jeonghan disappeared. Probably fucked off once he knew that Seokmin would be calling for his help, Seokmin thought grumpily. “Hey, stop wriggling, will you? You’re gonna make me spill beer all over you.”

“Never,” Soonyoung declared, clinging to Seokmin’s shoulders. “I’m never leaving. It’s so comfy here.”

Seokmin looked around exasperatedly, trying to find an escape, before his eyes lit up. “Hey! Hyung, Minghao’s gonna attack your speakers with a baseball bat!”

“He’s gonna do what?” And instantly, Soonyoung leapt off of Seokmin, allowing him to breathe again.

There was the distant sound of yelling and Soonyoung wailing about his speaker, and Seokmin simply laughed as an empty-handed Minghao walked back in the living room only to be tackled to the ground by Soonyoung. Junhui walked into the room a few seconds after and promptly tripped over them, and Seokmin laughed even harder.

“Hello.”

The soft voice in Seokmin’s ear made him jump, and his eyes widened as he turned around to see Joshua sitting next to him on the sofa. The elder nodded his head to the living room doorway, where the impromptu rugby pile had turned into all of them somehow lying face-down on the floor.

“I love the chaos you’ve caused there.”

“You heard what I said to Soonyoung?” Seokmin asked, surprised. Joshua laughed, shaking his head.

“No. But I guessed.” Joshua paused, eyes flitting to Seokmin, eyes warm and yet also tinted with something unfamiliar. “He was all over your lap, after all. It was difficult not to notice.”

“Oh.” Seokmin blinked. Somewhere, someone let out a squawk.

Joshua didn’t say anything, giving a small smile, leaning back into the cushions. He was drinking water, Seokmin noticed. Out of a plastic cup with Winnie the Pooh’s face on it.

Did Joshua ever actually drink at these events?

Seokmin surveyed the room once again, and Junhui was meowing like a cat for some reason and Seungcheol was trying to bodily lift Jihoon off from where he’d been clung to Seungkwan for some reason or other. But he wasn’t really seeing any of it, more focused on Joshua by his side, all silent and thoughtful, the elder’s words ringing in his ears.

“We aren’t like that,” Seokmin suddenly blurted out. “Soonyoung hyung and I. He’s just. Clingy. With everyone.”

Joshua looked over at him, and when he smiled over the rim of his cup at him, there was a little twinkle in his irises, all bright and gentle and sweet. “It’s okay. I know.”

“You know?”

“Yeah.” Joshua’s eyes crinkled. “I know.”

That made Seokmin feel strangely glad.

After a few moments, he nodded to Joshua’s cup. “Not drinking again this time?” he asked.

“Hm? Oh, not tonight,” Joshua said, sipping his water again. “Alcohol always tastes too bitter in my mouth.”

“I get you,” Seokmin said, nodding in understanding. “Way too bitter.” Then he tipped his head back and drained his mug.

Joshua looked over at him and laughed.

Silence descended on them again, but it was a companionable silence. Like it was totally okay for them to inhabit the same space as each other without words having to be exchanged.

It was by no means quiet in the room, not with the inevitable shouting that came with monthly Game Night, but it was… nice. It was kind of nice to sit still with Joshua, Seokmin thought.

“I think you’d get on really well.”

Seokmin frowned thoughtfully, glancing over at Joshua again. The elder caught his eye, and simply raised his eyebrows at the eye contact, a silent question. It had Seokmin shaking his head with a smile before facing forward again.

Jeonghan had known Joshua for years. He’d known Seokmin for years, too. So of course he’d be someone who could tell whether two of his best friends would be able to get along.

“You’ve probably already seen how he’s so much like you.”

But, well. Seokmin hadn’t. And that was the weirdest thing about all of this.

Seokmin might not have known Joshua the longest, but he had known him for long enough. Long enough to probably know at least a few embarrassing or personal stories about him. But, no matter what Joshua said, no matter what Jeonghan said, no matter what anyone said, Seokmin had to say that he didn’t think he knew all that much about him.

But he should at least know some things about Joshua. Right?

Seokmin looked over at Joshua, who was sipping water from that plastic Winnie the Pooh cup, eyes sparkling as he watched Junhui waving his hands while telling the others something. He squinted his eyes, trying to properly scrutinise his hyung, trying to think about what he knew about him.

But Seokmin. Seokmin had to admit he was definitely more than a little drunk, and he had Hansol’s seagull-squawk laugh in his ears, and Jeonghan’s house was always so warm and comforting and it made his already creaky brain practically come to a full stop.

So as Seokmin looked at Joshua’s side profile, all he could think about was the delicate slope of Joshua’s nose, the way his cheeks were flushed due to the warmth of thirteen people squished in one room, the way his eyes crinkled so prettily, the way his laugh sounded like music, the way—

“I think I’m going to go to my room,” Joshua said, and suddenly he was all up in Seokmin’s personal space, lips close to his ear so he could hear him properly. He smelled soft, Seokmin thought faintly. Whatever that meant. “It’s too noisy.”

“R—ight,” Seokmin said, and suddenly he felt like he could feel his pulse pounding in his wrists. His brain was basically nonexistent now, and his tongue felt sticky, bitter alcohol all around his mouth. “Um, rest well, hyung.”

Joshua smiled at him, and it was his soft-cotton smile that made Seokmin’s dizzy head feel a little more grounded. He stood up from the sofa, making his way across the crowded living room and attempting to leave. Seokmin found himself watching him, watching as Joshua was accosted by a mildly tipsy Seungcheol, watching as Joshua smiled teasingly and warmly in a honey-golden kind of way which seemed to satisfy Seungcheol enough to let him go.

Hm.

Seokmin wouldn’t deny that he was just a little bit mesmerised, not just because Joshua’s smile was so pretty, but because he’d smiled… differently. Like he knew exactly how to deal with both Seokmin and Seungcheol, navigating those situations effortlessly.

But what was Joshua like? What was he truly like? Seokmin wasn’t sure he had a clue. Perhaps Joshua smiled softly to him and warmly to Seungcheol and gazed at Jeonghan fondly, but what was Joshua’s real self? How was he when he wasn’t laughing at Soonyoung’s stories or crying over Seungkwan’s skits or making awkwardly endearing mistakes that feel almost like he’d thought them through before he’d enacted them?

Surely there was one true Joshua there. One Joshua that was more Joshua than all the other ones, the Joshua who he was on the inside.

The real Joshua.

But Seokmin didn't think he'd ever seen the real Joshua before. He didn't know who Joshua really was. He’d never thought about it until then, but now he had, and he realised that he really didn’t know.

Joshua didn’t look back as he walked out of the living room and up the stairs, but Seokmin watched him all the same, mind buzzing with alcohol and fuzzy cotton and smiling warmth.

For the rest of the night, Joshua was all that Seokmin could think about.

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nebbychan · 2 months

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Omg yessss can we please have some Modern!Canny Tim?

Forgive me, I did not include an image this time around but this entry will be text heavy, so here we go!

Canny Tim

(31 years old)

Tim is Dan’s childhood best friend, plus his second-in-command during their time in the military. Growing up, he lived in the same neighborhood as Dan — their houses were right next to each other and was one of the few friends Dan had that would beat up any bullies he encountered. He’s earned many nicknames throughout the years; “Olive” from his mother due to his favorite afternoon snack being olives, “Little Sparrow” from a mutual friend (who only goes by his band moniker, “Bloodmonath Skull Cleaver”, no one quite knows his real name), but the one that stuck was, “Canny Tim”, primarily due to his pleasant personality and peppy attitude. Tim does not live with Dan, as he actually has his own place just out into the countryside.

After leaving the military, Tim became a beekeeper and archery instructor, and it’s not uncommon to see him outdoors either tending to the massive garden he has for the bees, or out at the range shooting at targets — visitors are often advised that severe caution be taken when approaching him, as he tends to disassociate with the world around him and it’s difficult to break his concentration. And while he’s quite proud of his work, he’s also not one to boast about it either.

Tim may appear to be the smarter one compared to Dan, but make no mistake, he can be just as reckless and stupid as he is. And he’s not exactly docile either, he has some unchecked rage too, and Dan has to hold him back every time. The one time Dan actually let Tim go, it nearly got both of them arrested.

Tim has a great love of the outdoors, but has struggled trying to convince Dan that camping is a lot of fun. Though to be fair, Dan is more of a “glamper” anyway.

With the bee farm and an archery range, this meant doubling the income and allotting several luxuries which include a custom made crossbow, which he will NOT shut up about

Absolutely LOVES D&D, it’s one of the few things that will keep him indoors for a long period of time, second to bar hopping with friends, plus watching Dan’s livestreams as it reminds him of a childhood pastime they shared, which was playing video games on the PlayStation

Has tried (and failed) to grow a mustache

While in the military, Tim studied and got a master’s degree in Horticulture, he has also worked to get a hunting license after leaving the military, plus a vendor’s license for the bee farm, as he sells the honey the bees produce.

(TW: Transphobia) Tim absolutely does not talk to his father, as far as he’s concerned, his father is dead to him. Reason why stems from when a teenage Tim came out as trans to his parents, and while his mother happily accepted him and supported him in his transition, his father had the opposite reaction, constantly misgendering and deadnaming him which then broke into screaming matches between them. This resulted in his parents getting a divorce and his mother obtaining sole custody, he’d even changed his last name to his mother’s maiden name as a way to cut all ties. Tim heard through the grapevine that his father remarried and that he and his new wife (equally as conservative as he is), have been trying for a baby, which honestly scares him a little

Tim is very close to his mother, even when she was active duty military. As a kid, he didn’t care that she was far away, so long as he got to hear her voice during weekly phone calls, and saw her whenever she had time off. The day she announced she was retiring, Tim was over the moon and had arranged a special Welcome Home dinner for the occasion, all the dishes served consisting of his mother’s absolute favorite foods

Tim knows how to cook, his father taught him how, and Dan had pestered him a bunch of times to prepare his lunches for him when they were teens. He didn’t mind it so long as Dan footed the bill for the ingredients

When it comes to Dan’s love life, Tim has always been Dan’s biggest supporter through every relationship he’s ever been in (Tim bakes honey cakes and serves it with ice cream whenever Dan goes through a breakup), the two even agreed to be each other’s best man for the other’s wedding

His favorite genre of music is Electric Swing, though if you ask him which music artist is his favorite, he will say Lady Gaga without hesitation

Has a severe allergy to celery, which will cause him to break out in hives if he touches it, or if accidentally consumed, will require medical intervention

Can’t stand horror films or games, even as young kids, Tim had to beg Dan not to tell scary stories during sleepovers or else he had to sleep with the lights on all night, nightlights wouldn’t cut it for him

#medievil #medievil resurrection #sir daniel fortesque #canny tim

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queen-of-boops · 1 year

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Summary: Lucas and Dani have been happily coupled up since Lucas entered the villa, but Nope has other plans...

Written for the @litgwritersroom prompt: re-write Operation Nope.

Rated Teen.

Below the cut or on Ao3.

Huge thanks to @ellegreenwxy for betaing!

“Mmm, something smells amazing.”

Dani giggled as he hugged her from behind, resting his chin on her shoulder.

“Oh, did you want some?” she teased, pushing his plate out of his reach.

“You know better than anyone that I worked up quite the appetite last night.”

She flushed immediately, likely replaying last night’s events in her mind. The two of them had been voted into the Hideaway and Lucas had been determined to make sure it was something she wouldn’t forget anytime soon.

Dani playfully shoved him away. “Sit. Eat.”

Obediently, he took his seat, taking a bite of the pancakes she’d sat in front of him.

“I love it when you’re bossy,” he said, smirking at her.

Her grey eyes sparkled with amusement. Even as she feigned annoyance, those eyes told him all he’d ever need to know; she was happy. Happy with him.

From the moment he’d stepped into the villa, Dani had been the one to catch his eye. For five days, he’d sat in his hotel room, bewitched by this artsy, bold girl he saw on his screen. He’d watched the other guys fall over themselves to impress her, watched as she’d skillfully and kindly rejected all of them. If he was being honest, he was so nervous that she’d do the same to him that their whole first date was a happy blur.

But for some reason, she didn’t reject him. Lucas was terrified he’d do something to chase her away, but it hadn’t happened. Her attention seemed firmly fixed on him, never straying as he integrated himself into the villa.

She just made it so easy. From the very first time she’d smiled at him, she’d made him feel relaxed, like he could actually be himself around her. Dani brought out the real him; he shared parts of himself with her that he’d thought he’d locked away for good.

“Babe?” she asked, a nervous crinkle forming between her brows. “Are you okay?”

“Yeah. I’m great.”

“Ugh,” Hope said with an eye roll, watching as Dani and Lucas made eyes at each other across the breakfast bar. “They’re insufferable.”

Noah sighed sadly, while he didn’t necessarily agree with Hope’s statement, he could understand not wanting to watch them together. Dani was the only girl in the villa who seemed completely uninterested in him. Which only made him want her more.

She was funny and gorgeous. And exactly his type on paper. Noah felt like he could talk to her about anything. But while he’d really wanted to kiss her after she spent half an hour debating the best Toto songs with him, she’d made it very clear that Noah was just a friend.

But at least she’d friendzoned everyone.

Then Lucas strode into the villa, dragging Thor Junior in his wake, and Dani had fallen head over heels for him. To say that stung was an understatement.

“He shouldn’t be with her,” Hope spat.

“Maybe you’re right. But what can we do about it?”

Hope got that look in her eye. The look that said she was going to get what she wanted and no one was going to stop her.

“What if one of us tried to turn their heads?”

“Dani isn’t interested in me,” Noah admitted dejectedly.

“For now. But what if her man was suddenly out of the picture? Then she’d have nothing else to do but come cry on your shoulder.”

She let the idea hang in the air, let it take root in Noah’s mind like a weed. The more he thought about it the better it sounded.

“Alright. Let’s do it. You’ll try to graft Lucas then?”

“Oh hun,” Hope said with a feline smile, tossing her braids over her shoulder. “There is no try.”

The feel of Dani’s lips against his was lingering in Lucas’ mind as he strode through the villa. How was it that in less than a week, this girl had imprinted herself on his life? Even when she wasn’t next to him, he could hear her laugh.

“What’s got you grinning like a schoolboy?” Hope asked, pulling him out of his daydreams. “It’s Dani, isn’t it?”

He noticed that her smile didn’t quite reach her eyes.

There was no point in denying it. He, Lucas Koh, the man who put up so many walls, was completely and utterly whipped. And it had only taken Dani five days to do it.

“Yeah, it’s Dani.”

Hope sighed, sliding a little bit closer to him. “You know I love Dani, but do you really think she’s the right person for you? Or is just an infatuation?

“What are you trying to say?” he growled.

“Lucas, come on. Do you really think she’ll fit into your life?” Hope purred, her manicured nail dragging against his chest. “Dani? The girl who doesn’t know when to stay quiet and thinks fifty pounds is a lot to spend on a pair of shoes?”

A small smile formed on his face as he pictured his father’s face when he brought Dani home. No, Dani was not the type of girl Lucas typically dated. But maybe that was exactly why he was so drawn to her.

“You need someone who’ll fit right in. Someone more…high class. Not that there’s anything wrong with Dani!” Hope hastily added, seeing the anger on his face. “It’s just…you live such a posh life, Lucas. Shouldn’t you give someone else a shot? Someone who wants that life?”

“Someone like you?” he asked, lifting his brow.

“It’s just a suggestion, babes.”

God, he would’ve laughed if he wasn’t so damn angry. Hope was exactly the type of girl Lucas had dated in the past. She was cool, calm, and collected; a force to be reckoned with. Objectively, she was perfect for him, a beautiful, ambitious woman who’d challenge him in every facet of life.

But as he looked at her, her lips parted slightly as she tilted her head up towards him, practically begging to be kissed, he felt nothing.

Because she wasn’t Dani.

“No thanks, I’m good,” he said, stepping back quickly.

He strode out of the living room, leaving Hope behind him, gaping like a fish out of water.

“Lucas! I was just looking for you!” Noah said cheerily.

That was weird. Noah wasn’t exactly unfriendly, but of all the guys in the villa, he was the one Lucas had talked to the least.

“Um, hey Noah.”

“Did Hope talk to you?”

“Yeah, I just left her.”

“Oh, well. Listen, she told me when you came in that she really liked you…”

If Lucas didn’t know better, he’d say that Noah was trying to set him up with his partner. “Uh, cool. Listen, have you seen Dani?”

“She’s by the loungers.”

“Great. Thanks mate!”

Shaking his head, Lucas tried to push the conversation out of his mind. Something was nagging at him though. It was odd, two people coming up to him on the same day to talk about Hope’s interest in him.

“Babe!” Dani called, her smiling making Lucas feel about twenty kilos lighter.

He couldn’t resist wrapping a possessive arm around her waist as he sat down next to her. Nor could he fight the urge to plant a row of kisses on her neck.

“Lucas…people can see us…” she murmured, the breathy pant in her voice spurring him on.

“Let them watch.”

Dani lifted his gaze to hers with a single finger under his chin. “Hey. What’s wrong?��

Of course, she knew something was bothering him. It sometimes felt like she knew what he was thinking before he knew it himself.

“Hope pulled me for a chat earlier…”

Tension flooded her body instantly. Instinctively, Lucas’s fingers roamed over her shoulders, soothing every knot he came across.

“Nothing happened,” he continued. “But she made a pass at me…”

Those striking grey eyes that Lucas loved to see light up darkened with anger. “She did what?!?”

“She was flirting with me, but I shut it down. What was really weird was Noah talking to me after.”

“Nope. Not gonna slide out of this one that easily. Hope tried to make a move on my man?”

Lucas couldn’t fight the smile on his face. It really wasn’t the right time to smile, but he really liked seeing how much she cared.

“Why are you smiling?” she demanded.

“Babe, listen to yourself.”

Dani glared at him, crossing her arms stubbornly in front of her. “I’m pissed off Lucas, I don’t want to over-analyze what I’m saying right now.”

“You just called me your man.”

“Is it too soon?” she asked. All that anger suddenly made more sense, she was scared. There was a part of her that was terrified of losing him.

“Not all. I’m yours Dani. Only yours.”

He watched the emotions play across her face: disbelief, shock, and then pure, unbridled joy. The breath was temporarily knocked from his lungs as Dani threw her arms around him. Laughing, the pair of them fell back onto the lounger in an awkward tangle of limbs.

Heat bloomed in his chest as Dani closed the gap between them, kissing him with an intensity that made the blazing Spanish sun feel downright cold.

Love Island was unpredictable. Things happened that no one was expecting, couples broke up and new islanders came in. He and Dani still had a long way to go until the end, and he knew they’d face their own share of obstacles.

But it didn’t matter. Because she was his and he was hers.

#litg #litg fanfics #litg fanfic #litg fanfiction #litg s2 #litg season 2 #litg lucas #litg lucas koh #litg prompts #love island the game #operation nope

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inukag · 2 years

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Hello. I wanted to ask one thing. Why is everyone, including Rumiko, saying that Inuyasha and Kikyo dated? Maybe I'm just TOO stupid and blind, because I only read the manga and didn't watch the anime, but I didn't see anything hint that they were dating... Eh, they hardly even knew each other. How long had they known each other before Naraku's trap? Or the moment where Kikyo asks him to become a human is date? I don’t understand, where is the love and trust that everyone constantly talks about? I saw something like affection for each other, but love...

Honestly when I first read the manga I thought Inuyasha and Kikyo were labeled as “exes” because it was the simplest way to explain their situation, even if it’s hard for me to see them as such since they had so few interactions pre-betrayal. I mean, even during their last conversation when Kikyo dies the only "happy memory" they have of their time "together" is still just them sitting 5ft apart while Kikyo talks about the jewel, which makes it pretty clear to me that they never really had the chance to start a romantic relationship. I think we’re supposed to feel bad that Naraku “prevented them from being happy together” but that falls flat to me when we learn that the jewel is the real villain and Kikyo’s plan to make Inuyasha human most likely would have gotten them both killed.

In the story itself tho, I think it makes sense for most characters (Sango, Miroku, Shippo, Koga, Kagome, etc) to assume Inuyasha and Kikyo were "dating" before the betrayal. They weren't there to see it and Inuyasha never explained anything to them, so they can only guess what his relationship with Kikyo was really like. Also Kagome not knowing anything about Inuyasha and Kikyo’s past is 90% of what drives the “love triangle”. Like in the Mt Azusa arc when she says “Inuyasha has a past with Kikyo that I can’t make him forget, I understand that!” she has no idea what this “past” is, and it’s one of the main sources of her insecurities. If she knew that Kikyo is jealous of how she healed Inuyasha’s heart, and how Inuyasha wasn’t open with Kikyo like he is with her, Kagome would be a lot less insecure and Rumiko wouldn’t have been able to drag out the love triangle drama for as long as she did.

There might be some cultural differences to consider as well. If you remove Miroku groping Sango and his “bear my children” schtick, him and Sango did not have that many genuine romantic interactions before he proposed to her. From what I’ve heard romance is a lot more “subtle” in Japan, especially in that time period.

And finally If you haven't seen the anime anon, there's a 1 hour long special episode that adds a lot of nonsensical "backstory" to Inuyasha and Kikyo that makes it seems like they had this long, hyper-romanticized relationship. Inuyasha gives her his mother's rouge and Kikyo decides not to put the subjugation beads on him, which makes a lot of anime-only fans believe that they did trust each other and would have lived happily ever after if it weren't for Naraku (which also isn't true as I said before, since Kikyo’s plan to make Inuyasha use the jewel is the real reason why their relationship failed). I mean, personally I’m not in the “Inuyasha didn’t actually love Kikyo he was just confused” camp, I think Inuyasha is someone who cares deeply and quickly about people who show him kindness and Kikyo was that for him so I do believe he loved her. I don’t believe Kikyo truly loved Inuyasha tho, but that’s a discussion for another day.

#ask #Anon #inukik-critical

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blackiraven · 9 months

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Surprise with your own version, please!

Wow! Is anyone really interested in this? So, what's in the surprise box? My OC! It's going to be a big story🎁✨

The echo of the hail of shots still sounded in my head. The air was saturated with the smell of gunpowder, metal and blood. The beams of flashlights crawled into every corner in search of our souls, and tall figures with shiny badges loudly ordered us to stop. How useless. I was faster than them. If it weren't for the heavy and important burden on my shoulders, I would happily kill everyone. The shot Nygma, whom I carried further and further away, growled in pain and through clenched teeth threw curses at the police side. I agreed with him and was already thinking about how I would get to each of them and execute them for such impudence. Riddler had just managed to get out of Arkham, put on his new suit and breathed freedom into his lungs, and they crept up like rats.

"We'll be at your place soon. Be patient a little longer." holding the wounded body tightly, I quickly turned into narrow and dark alleys, scaring away real rats with my stomp. Nygma's lair was not so far away, we just need to cover up or confuse our tracks.

“What?.. No… no! Kha! We need… another place." Edward had already started coughing up blood, but for some reason he was against me going to his lair. Is he afraid that we will be noticed after all? But I'm not going to put his life on the line.

"We don't have time! You urgently need surgery!" I shouted sullenly and discontentedly, but Nygma quickly passed out and could not answer me. Silence is a sign of agreement, so I built an approximate short path and followed it with maximum speed.

All the passwords to the doors were carefully stored in my head, copies of the keys Edward once with difficulty, but still gave me. A small protective maze was overcome by me in exactly a minute. The last door swung open, and I ran into an ordinary hallway. For some reason, lights were on in all the rooms, as if someone had lived here during the long absence of Riddler. What a pity that the owner can't open the veil of secrets now. For the first seconds there was dead silence, and then, to my surprise, someone's footsteps rang out. What?! How can this be?!

"Sir! Sir! You're finally back!" a joyful cry rang through the apartment, its source getting closer and closer to me. What should I do?! Who is this?! Why didn't Edward tell me anything?! A boy ran out to meet me. Long dark brown hair, blue pajamas, in his hands was a plush toy. The boy looked to be about six or seven years old. A smile of happiness shone on his face.

"I missed you so much…" the child stopped abruptly and, seeing me, turned pale and numb. The toy fell to the floor. Small hands rested on trembling lips, tearful green eyes examined me from head to toe. My mask and suit only made things worse. We looked at each other in silence and dumbfounded. When he saw the bloody body, he cried out in fright and shook all over.

"Hurry up! Bring the first aid kit here!" I shout rudely and through wild shortness of breath unexpectedly for myself. We can't get distracted, Edward needs urgent help. All questions will be asked later. Need to be patient a little. My head started to split from the flow of thoughts, but I continued to stay on my feet. The boy quickly nodded his head and rushed towards the Riddler's office. Meanwhile, I ran into the kitchen, threw off everything unnecessary from the dining table and laid Nygma on a flat surface. The jacket and the reddened shirt had to be torn to get to the blooming and bleeding wound on the left side of the abdomen. Damn, the bullet is stuck, we'll have to take it out! At that moment, he suddenly woke up and groaned in pain. Turning around, I saw a child frozen in the doorway, holding a large red box with both hands and whimpering.

"What are you standing for?! Hurry up and come here! Or do you want him to die?!" I growled at him in a commanding tone.

"No!" holding back a heart-rending roar, the boy ran up to me and handed me a first aid kit. I take the box and get everything I need for the operation.

"Argh! A… hah? You?.. Damn…" Edward said in a fading and creaking voice, noticing the presence of a child. How long has he been living here? Why did Riddler decide on such an act?..

"Kha-kha! Ngh… don't look at it… kha… Go away, p-p-please. Everything is going to be fine with me… a-a-a… it will be fine." due to the fact that he talked a lot, the bloody cough intensified and frightened the little boy. Edward was worried about him… very much. For some reason, it annoyed me.

"No, let him stay! I could use some help." I insisted stubbornly and pulled the mask off my head. The sobbing child looked first at me, then at Nygma.

"It's still… umgh… too early for him to see this. Kha-kha! Idiot!"

"He should know what it is! If next time I won't be around?! What can he do?!"

"Sir… I…"

"No! Please… umph! Go away…" the last hysterical words squeezed out of his chest with ragged, hoarse sighs. Without any strength, Edward stared at the ceiling with his eyes closed, and tears rolled down his cheeks. What a tragedy! And why am I involved in this?..

"Decide for yourself now. If anything, I can handle it." I take off my rag gloves and treat my hands with alcohol, trying not to look at the child at all. I was infuriated by his innocence, his tears, so I wanted to push him into the harsh reality, but at the same time I understood that he could only get in the way.

"I… I'll stay!" he squeaked, wiping the tears on his cheeks with his sleeves. The boy resolutely clenched his fists and tried not to cry anymore, which surprised me. He showed a desire for new and useful knowledge and an understanding that he really could not help Riddler alone.

"Then give it to him first. One pill at a time." I threw him two packs of painkillers and antibiotics, simultaneously laying out the necessary tools on the edge of the table. Nodding once, the boy ran for a glass of water and, lifting Edward's head a little, gave him medicine.

"Of course, I can see that you are very small. But. Try to hold him down a little bit, okay?" I take a deep breath, preparing myself, and thoroughly moisten a piece of gauze with peroxide. Swallowing a lump of tension, the child grabbed Nygma's shoulders with both hands and pressed him to the table. Well, the operation begins, and the fate of the villain has thrown me a little assistant. With one sharp movement, I tightly apply a fragrant cloth to the wound. The patient instantly revived and screamed at the top of his throat from the burning pain. He was shaking his head furiously, wriggling his whole body and waving his limbs. I immediately threw away the bloody gauze, wrapped my arms around Edward's legs and held him firmly from falling. The boy did not have enough strength, so he leaned his whole body on his chest. The exposed flesh hissed, the blood foamed, but Nygma gradually calmed down. After treating the wound, I wiped the sweat from my forehead and picked up a pair of tweezers.

"Listen, he's got a bullet stuck in his body, and I'm going to get it out now."

"Is it… is it going to hurt?"

"Is it going to fucking hurt… Ready?"

"Yes…" in anticipation of the most terrible boy, he took Edward by the hand and squeezed his eyes shut. The thin silver tweezers slowly sank into the torn meat, from which nasty slimy sounds were heard and children's castles in the air were destroyed. Blood gushed out again, but the tweezers were actively digging and continued to sink into the wound.

"A-a-a!" the patient screamed with unimaginable force. New portions of torment tormented his body in all directions. The crunch of a child's brush, which he was clutching with a trap, was heard. The boy burst into tears, but did not make a sound. Is this the first time you've heard such melodies? This is just the beginning…

"I found this. I'll take it out now." I was in full concentration and tried to ignore most of the agony of Nygma. But my heart still shrank to a shapeless lump. Smoothly, but with all my efforts, I begin to pull out the captured bullet.

"Aahhh! Fuck! Mha-a-aha-a!"

"Hold on, Edward! Be patient! A little more!" after a couple of seconds that seemed like an eternity, the bullet was finally pulled out of the wound. He shook, then abruptly went limp and swallowed his scream, remaining only able to breathe quickly with his head thrown back.

"Here! Good… good. You're doing great, Edward." I whispered with light joy and stroked his sweat-soaked hair. All my hands were covered in blood, the child looked at them with horror, he was numb and panicked breathing. His eyes were glazed, empty, his lips were moving soundlessly, his legs were unsteadily giving way, and his head was heavy and fell on the table.

"Hey? Hey?! Are you sick?" I run up to the boy irritably, pick him up and shake him slightly, removing the strands of hair stuck to his face.

"Hold on, breathe deeply. He still has a wound to sew up." I lightly slapped the child on the cheeks. In response, he shook his head, as if throwing off dizziness and confusion for a while.

"We don't have much time. You agreed to it yourself, so be patient with all your might. Do you understand?" his weak endurance irritated me and I did not want to give any discounts because of his small age. Not at a time like this. By the scruff of the neck, I dragged the boy to the other side of the table, pulled a chair closer with my foot and put the child on it for convenience.

"Here. Wipe off the blood. Carefully. Don't touch the wound." I sternly pointed out to him and shoved a fresh gauze rag into his trembling hands.

"Uh-huh…" he squeaked excitedly and with light movements began to perform this task. The child tried very hard and held his breath, so as not to hurt the sore spot. Fresh blood scared him, he categorically did not want to touch it. Meanwhile, I was opening packages with threads and a special bent needle, but I still carefully monitored the movements of the child. Any mistake he makes will inflame me, I will be very angry and it's not a fact that I can restrain myself. Perhaps he understands this and feels the full weight of my strict attitude with his whole small, flimsy back.

"Am I doing everything right?.."

"You could say that. And now treat your hands, hold the edges of the wound and bring them closer."

"W-w-what?! Hold the wound?!" after a shocked sob, the boy lost the power of speech and stared with open eyes at the rough hole in the flesh.

"Yes, damn it! Hold this, and I'll sew it up. Hurry up!" I push the wayward student in the back and pour cold alcohol on his hands. He began to whimper long, but still rubbed his hands and put twitching fingers on the torn skin. After the first attempts to connect the edges of his hand, Edward's blood quickly covered it. The child sobbed, sniffed, but continued to endure. I loomed over him like a soaring hawk over a defenseless vole.

"Good. Stay in this position." I lean towards the pulsating bud and make the first smooth stitches. The sight of the needle piercing the skin and pulling a black thread through it made the boy close his eyes and turn away. But his hands seemed to freeze. No mistake, although I expected them. Is this Edward's special upbringing? What a pity that he can't tell me anything now because of the strong effect of the pills. Gradually, because of the oppressive silence, the boy began to get nervous again.

"Hush. Don't move. Try to imagine that we're just sewing up a plush toy. Like that. Half is already ready." I use the first association that came to mind, suitable for a child. My rudeness calmed down by itself. The words no longer had such a strong effect on my partner in misfortune, so I put my palm on his, suppressing the trembling and helping the boy cope with an important mission. He shuddered once and looked at me. Something alive flashed in the boy's eyes. He could have smiled, but the situation was not right now, and he knew it perfectly well.

"Look, this way the seam turns out to be smoother, and the probability of its opened up becomes minimal."

"Is it bad if the seam splits?"

"If help is provided in time, it is not critical. But it's unpleasant. Pain again, bleeding, a scar may remain."

"And with sir… does this happen often?"

"Yes…"

"And with you too, yes?"

"Well, yes. This has already become commonplace for us."

"Does sir help you as well?"

"Oh. I think that's enough questions already! That's it, you can take your hands off." the overly curious little boy quickly pressed his hands to his chest, and I finished the last stitch, cut the thread and made a small knot.

"I did it… I did it." with his eyes closed, he whispered encouragement and reassured himself.

"It remains only to bandage everything well. Will you hold him?" the bloody instruments were replaced by snow-white clean bandages and thick napkins. Shaking my hands, I lifted Edward's torso and handed him over to the child. He immediately snuggled up to Nygma and buried his wet face in his shoulder, looking for calm and quietly rejoicing at his return. A barely perceptible plaintive whine tried to wake him up, but to no avail. While the failed surgical assistant held Edward in a sitting position, I quickly bandaged his waist. In some ways, we are still similar. Riddler is so dear to us. Is it good?

The mysterious boy chose to stay in the kitchen while I carried Edward to the bedroom and changed his reddened clothes. He's probably still coming in a state of shock. I know this place well and new details instantly caught my eye, even the semi-darkness could not hide them. A lot of children's things appeared here. Toys, books, and several shelves in the closet were occupied by small-sized clothes. Children's drawings. There were a lot of them. Basically, the child drew either himself or Riddler, or himself together with him. But among these harmless objects there were textbooks, notebooks with mathematical problems, mechanical parts and simple drawings made for children's perception. You're teaching him hard. What for? Is this some new plan of yours? My frown gaze and fell on the peacefully sleeping Nygma. I want to scream, I want to hit him. Why… why didn't you tell me anything?! Who is this boy?! Is he really your son, or do I just think he looks like you? My hands clung to Edward's shoulders with a willingness to brazenly and with maximum selfishness shake all the answers out of him, but at the last moment I was able to stop myself. "Another riddle of yours, Nygma…" I exhale with difficulty and stroke his head and cheeks.

The children's crying growing in the other room did not allow me to collapse next to Riddler, hold him to me and finally relax, forget myself. I had to go back. My body ached from fatigue, my legs were swollen, my hands were shaking, everything was blurred before my eyes from time to time, and my head was spinning. The boy was sitting on a chair and howling loudly, sniffing and wheezing. His reddened face was soaked with new tears, and small hands clutched his chest and buried themselves in his pajamas.

"What's the problem? It's already over." I walk up to him with heavy steps and look down puzzled. In response, he stretched out his arms and showed me his bloodstained palms. It's almost dried out, embedded in the skin and got under the nails. That's what scared the child.

"Do you see blood for the first time?"

"Someone else's and… so much – yes."

"Are you scared?"

"Huh? Y-y-yes…"

"Then listen to me carefully." my voice became quieter, I squatted down in front of the boy and took his hands so that he could see that our palms became the same after the whole operation.

"This fear is your new lesson. And you should remember this for the rest of your life. What has just happened should not remain a painful scar. This is a new stage that cannot be abandoned. Do you understand me?" the pathetic crying stopped abruptly. It became quiet, the child thought and looked at me, then at his hands, then at the table with a large brown spot and a bullet extracted.

"Yes… I get it." with his head bowed, he squeezed my fingers tightly. Under the scarlet layers, I saw something unusual on the back of his right palm. It was a real mark in the form of a question mark. Were you seriously capable of that, Edward?.. I can't even believe that this crybaby could survive such terrible pain.

"Good. Now try to calm down. Think about how all this helped Edward." I free one hand and use my sleeve to wipe the tears from the boy's cheeks. Suddenly, the child jumped off the chair and hugged me, almost knocking me down. I gasped, pursed my lips, but still hugged him back and stroked his head a couple of times. If only it would end quickly. Oh, you little and nimble lamb…

"Sh-h-h. Don't waste your strength on tears. Let's go wash up." I got up to my full height and went towards the bath. The child actively jumped after me and took my hand.

"Is sir going to be okay?"

"If you ask less, then yes."

The two of us stood in front of the sink and thoroughly washed our hands with plenty of soap. The boy enjoyed the voluminous foam and floral aroma. Sometimes we looked at each other, each time about to say something, but changed our minds at the last moment.

"Um… my name is John. Jonathan Crane." I gave out in one breath and then rinsed my face with cool water.

"And my name is Leslie Mcgee." it was also difficult or awkward for him to introduce himself, although in theory it seemed easier than simple. He has a different last name! A heavy boulder has just fallen off my shoulders. When Leslie found out my name, he beamed with happiness and began to smile broadly.

"How old are you?"

"Ten."

"Really? I thought you were younger."

"No, I'm really-really ten!"

"And do you know who Edward is and what he does?"

"Yes. That's how I met sir. And I… often saw him… taken away by the police or… Batman."

"Why do you call him "sir"?"

"Because sir likes it! And I call him "Mr. Riddler" before."

"Well, that's Edward's style."

Leslie repeated after me and also washed his face. His attention completely switched to me, the boy was examining my suit, thinking about something, and his eyes were shining because of the appearance of a new "friend". With children, everything is so simple. All the circumstances of our acquaintance have already gone into the background.

"Mr. Crane, you and sir are friends, right?"

"I don't have an exact answer for you. It's a long and complicated story."

"Oh, sorry…"

"It's all right. If Edward didn't tell you anything about me, then it's too early for you to know."

"Because I'm still small?"

"Because you're still small."

The boy constantly followed me and wouldn't let go of my arm or sleeve. Even when I plopped down on the sofa in the living room, he settled down next to me.

"Mr. Crane! Mr. Crane, can I go to sir?" holding my hand, Leslie looked at me with puppy dog eyes.

"No." I replied dryly and closed my tired eyes.

"Please… I haven't seen him for so long. I'll be very careful!" Leslie was whining insistently under my ear and nuzzling my shoulder.

"Hmm… then tell me what the mark on your hand is." from my exchange offer, the child quieted down for a while, which allowed me to tune in to a nap.

"Um… well… sir did it. But I agreed to it myself!"

"And what does it mean?"

"It's… um…"

"Come on, Mr. Mcgee, I'm not letting you go until you tell me."

"It means that I was able to pass many tests and solve many riddles. And then I started living here. And I'm very happy here! I've never been so happy…"

"I see. You can go."

"Thank you very much, Mr. Crane!"

Through the drowsiness that had fallen on me, I felt Leslie hug me tightly in gratitude, then jumped off the couch and ran away. Now I was left alone, and a small competitor took a comfortable and soft place next to Edward. Where did you pick up this devoted puppy? Does he have parents? What fate have you built for him? When Nygma wakes up, I will immediately squeeze him in some corner so that he can not avoid my questions in any way.

After an indefinite time, an incomprehensible sound was heard. Getting closer to me, the noise gradually became clearer. It was the patter of small feet. Silence, no screaming or crying. Then my back stopped hurting, and my head lay on something soft. It got warmer. Did he bring a blanket for me?

"Here. It will be more convenient for you, Mr. Crane. I hope we are good friends now."

Well, I hope you liked my Leslie. And, as usual, if you want to know more details or get a little story from me, ask is open👀👉👈

#batman oc #scriddler #riddlecrow #scarecrow #riddler #jonathan crane #edward nygma #Blacki's fanfiction #Blacki's ask #bad english #sorry that there have been no posts for a long time I found a job...

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ciucalata · 1 year

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title: and your eyes look like coming home (1/6)

pairing: buckingham; background steddie

rating: G

summary: in which a bad date, getting drunk at brunch and some perfume forces them to finally talk about their feelings.

Closing the door behind her, Chrissy toed off her running shoes and took out her earbuds, smiling as Evie’s meows followed her to her room. Once she set down her phone and earbuds, she finally bent down to pet Evelyn before she could start literally screaming for her attention.

“We already saw each other half an hour ago, baby,” she giggles, scratching the cat under her chin. “And I also gave you food then.”

Evie meowed once again, bumping her forehead into every part of Chrissy she could reach: her knuckles, her knees, her shins. Chrissy rolled her eyes fondly at her while shaking her head. “I am not picking you up. I am still sweaty from running and your fur will stick to my skin. Robin is spoiling you too much.”

“That’s not true.”

Startled, Chrissy lost balance and almost fell over her cat hearing the voice behind her, but she managed to regain her balance quickly thanks to years of cheerleading. With a hand over her chest, she turned towards a smiling Robin.

She was standing in the doorway, her hands playing with the strings of her too big hoodie. It would have all been normal if it weren’t for the face splitting grin she had on her face. Chrissy knew that seven am was too early for Robin to either be awake or have such a big smile on her face. Something wasn’t right. Chrissy just couldn’t understand what.

Evie meowd loudly at Chrissy for not giving her attention anymore and left her for Robin, who happily bent down to pick the cat in her arms. Evelyn immediately started purring, rubbing her cheecks on Robin’s chin.

Traitor, Chrissy thought, trying and failing not to be jealous of her own cat. God, how she wished she could cuddle up with Robin like that. She didn’t let her thoughts wander further than that as she stood up, turning to face her roommate.

“Why are you so happy this morning?”

“No reason,” Robin replied too quickly and Chrissy narrowed her eyes at her. “Maybe I’m just happy to see you?”

Chrissy felt herself flush at Robin’s words, her mind going blank in a second. She opened her mouth to say something, anything, but when no words wanted to get past her useless brain, she turned around and forced out a laugh. She knew Robin wasn’t flirting with her. She had seen too many times the lovesick gaze Robin gave to Vickie at parties, had comforted her too many times when she got her heart broken by other girls and, of recently, had listened too many times to Robin waxing poems about Nancy. She knew this meant nothing but her poor heart still skipped a beat happily.

The silence was stretching out too far for it to still be comfortable, but Chrissy still didn’t know what to say to that. God, she used to be good at flirting, she used to love it, especially when it was playful. But when it came to Robin, she was out of her depth. She couldn’t playfully flirt back, because it would be too real for her. So in the end all she could do was act awkwardly till it was too much for Robin to handle and she took over worh her rambling.

As if on cue, Robin started talking about her plans for today.

“Actually, I woke up this early because Steve called while you were out running. Which made me panic because I thought he was supposed to be running with you. I almost put down the phone and ran out after you to make sure you were safe before he told me that you were out with Lucas, instead.”

Chrissy hummed to let her know she was listening while she was looking through her clothes, trying to pick out the outfit for today. “Yeah, Steve sent me a message last night telling me that he had something to do this morning and he sent Lucas in his place. Which was really nice. Lucas is way more talkative than Steve so we talked almost the whole time. He’s really a sweet kid.”

“I’m glad you had a good time,” Robin said and Chrissy turned to smile at her. It was the worst idea she ever had because while they were talking, Robin somehow made her way towards Chrissy’s bed and laid down on it, surrounded by her pillows and comforter, with Evie happily sitting on her chest. She looked so soft, Chrissy felt almost sick with longing. She turned back to her closet, willing her tears to not make an appearance. She didn’t want to cry about not being able to touch Robin’s hair in front of her.

“Thanks. You should join us next time.” She had no idea if her voice came out normal or not, but Robin didn’t comment on it, so she must have done at least a good job at pretending she was okay.

Robin’s laugh filled the room and, despite the stab of pining it brought, it also made Chrissy smile. “Not a chance, Cunningham. We both know exercising isn’t my forte. You’d have to carry me the whole way in your arm if that ever happened. Anyway, the reason Steve called is because he invited us over at their place for brunch.”

“That’s nice,” Chrissy said, finally deciding on a baby blue dress she hasn’t worn yet this summer. She took it out of the closet and turned around to show it off to Robin.

“Oh! I love this dress. It always looks amazing on you.”

Chrissy flushed once again, but she didn’t try to hide the blush this time. Instead, she smiled at Robin and thanked her.

“But isn’t it too much for bruch with just Steve, Eddie and the others?” Robin asked, smiling down at Evie while she kept purring on her chest.

“Oh, this isn’t for brunch. I already told Steve last night that I can’t come.”

“Oh?”

Chrissy put the dress down on the back of her desk chair and turned towards the shleves with her shoes.

“Yeah, I have a date today. And I wanted to get her some flowers before we met for lunch.” The giddiness Chrissy felt all week for this date was buzzing under her skin but, with Robin so close to her, it almost felt wrong.

“Oh.”

Chrissy waited for Robin to say something more, but when the silence stretched on and on, almost turning back to awkward, Chrissy frowned. She turned to face Robin once again, only this time the other girl was looking away from her. She was looking at the ceiling and biting her lip so hard, it looked painful. While Chrissy was searching her expression trying to understand what made her look like that, Robin suddenly sat up, Evie making her disapproval heard by meowing as she jumped down. Chrissy felt like something wrong happened as she followed Robin with her eyes from the bed fowards her bedroom’s door, where she stopped once again.

“Robin?”

Robin turned slowly towards her and when their eyes finally met, she smiled at Chrissy. This one felt even more wrong than the last, but Chrissy couldn’t figure out why.

“That’s amazing, Chrissy. You’ll have to tell me all about it later, okay?” Chrissy nodded, feeling like she missed something, and Robin nodded back. “I’m going to sleep some more before I’ll have to meet the guys for brunch. Have fun on your date.”

Then she left just as soon as she appeared, leaving behind a very confused Chrissy.

part 2

#ellie scrie #buckingham #robin buckley #chrissy cunningham #sorry if some parts sound weird but I haven’t written in years so it’s all rusty #idk how it turned into this mess when jt was supposed to be just fluff #anyway enjoy!!!#fic: and your eyes look like coming home

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doewhiteauthor · 2 years

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One Last Job

Title: One Last

Fandom: Bullet Train

Pairings: Tangerine X Reader

Summary: No real Plot, only smut

Age Rating: 18+

Word Count: 1,559

You flicked through the pages of your book absentmindedly, paying no attention to the words in front of you.

Where is he?

He should have been here by now. You glanced at your watch and up at the carriage door. He was never late, and Japan was never late either. You gripped the book until your knuckles turned white, waiting for the Bullet Train to depart from the station. As it did, the carriage doors opened and you breathed a sigh of relief. The two men who had taken on the names of fruits for some reason walked into the carriage, the arms of a young man slung over either of their shoulders. The man between them looked unconscious, but that wasn’t unusual with these two. They weren’t paying attention to anyone else as dragged the body through the aisle and dumped him in a corner seat at the table opposite, mumbling to each other. They turned to take the table you were sat and finally realised you were there.

‘Oh for fuck sake.’

‘Lovely to see you too, Tangerine.’ you smiled, placing the book down on the table. Tangerine dropped into the chair opposite you, a clear look of annoyance across his features. You sealed your lips to stop yourself from laughing, his annoyance always could make you smile. Tangerine’s brother turned around and finally noticed you.

‘Y/N’ Lemon greeted you, leaning over to give you half a hug and a kiss on the cheek. You returned the gesture happily. Lemon sat in the seat opposite his brother, a grin across his face.

‘What you doin’ ‘ere?’ he snapped, rubbing his hand across his face. Lemon’s grin dropped.

‘Don’t tell me you two are fighting again?’ he sighed, ‘no way am I being in the middle o that. I’m gonna go deal with this.’ he held up a silver briefcase and quickly headed towards the other end of the carriage. Tangerine moved to the seat directly opposite you, looking down both sides of the aisle, his annoyance turning into concern.

‘I can look after myself, love.’ you turned to him, taking one of his hands and rubbing your thumb across his knuckles. He squeezed your hand in response and you saw his shoulders relax.

‘I didn’t want you ‘ere.’

‘You were happy to have me in Bolivia.’ you chuckled, ‘This is so much easier. Beside’s, I’m not here for you.’ you smirked, his eyes darted up to yours, his brow furrowed.

‘What you on about?’ you gathered your things together, pressing a kiss to his cheek.

‘I have my own job, my love.’ you whispered, heading towards the carriage exit.

Tangerine was close behind you, the door shutting behind you and trapping you in the corridor between carriages.

‘What you mean you got your own job?’ he grilled you, standing in your way of getting to the next carriage.

‘You have your jobs, I have mine.’ you smirked, trying to walk past him, but he quickly pressed the button for the toilet in the corner and dragged you both in. You dropped everything you had when he trapped you between his body and the wall.

‘I thought we agreed you weren’t gonna do no more jobs?’ he whispered, stepping closer to you and grabbing your hips, his body almost pressed against yours. He leaned down, his lips ghosting over yours. Your breath hitched, the last time you were in a position like this you had agreed to anything he wanted, including the no more jobs. But you needed to keep your cool, you had a job to do.

‘We agreed no more dangerous jobs.’ you whispered, letting your eyes fall closed and feeling his breath fan against your face. ‘This one isn’t dangerous, it’s just a grab and go.’ you spoke quietly and quickly, knowing anything louder and he would hear your voice break. But he was too good.

‘You know what we agreed.’ he ran the tip of his nose along your jawline as he spoke, sending shivers down your spine.

‘Don’t do this now, Tangerine.’ you pleaded, you knew you were fighting a losing battle. Tangerine always got his way, he knew you too well. He knew you wouldn’t be able to concentrate on anything with the feeling of his fingers digging into your hips and his lips on your skin.

‘Last job, yeah?’ he asked, but it wasn’t really a question, he placed a light kiss at the top of your jawline and blew cold air over your ear, ‘you can come on jobs with me and Lemon, yeah?’

‘Fuck, Tangerine…’ you breathed, your mind going completely blank. Tangerine chuckled,

‘Well, if you insist.’ he shoved his knee between your legs and pressed his body against yours, moving back to kiss you with enough passion to take your breath away. When he pulled away you finally opened your eyes, looking up at Tangerine and seeing him staring back at you with lust.

‘You got time?’ he asked, showing genuine interest in your job for once. You wrapped your arms around his shoulders, glancing at your watch as you did.

‘For a quickie.’ you smirked, pulling him back down to your lips. Tangerine worked quickly, his fingers pulling at the top of your skirt to pull it further upwards, revealing more and more of your legs until he felt the hem of your panties.

He didn’t break the kiss as he lifted you to sit on the tiny sink, your ass barely perched on the edge but Tangerine’s body keeping you secure. He pushed himself between your legs, his clothed bulge rubbing against your panty-clad pussy. Tangerine began to kiss his way down your neck, his fingers fumbling at his belt. You ran your fingers through his curls, pulling him closer to you, but in the next moment, he was gone. Looking down, you saw him crouched in front of your pussy, one hand pulling his cock from his trousers and pumping it lightly.

‘Tangerine.’ you growled.

‘You said a quickie, so I’ll be quick.’ he smirked, using his free hand to grip your thigh and place light kisses there, his moustache tickled your skin as he inched closer to your pussy.

He slowly pulled your panties to the side, blowing cold air onto your pussy.

‘Already wet?’ he smirked, before you could answer him with some witty retort, he licked a long stripe up your pussy, making your eyes roll back and your mind go blank. He gently sucked on your clit, his hand still pumping his cock below. You wound your fingers into his locks and tugged gently, his movements pushing waves of pleasure through you. He knew your body well enough to know when you were on the edge, pulling away from you just before you were going to cum.

You whined at the loss, but Tangerine was quickly back on his feet, his lips glistening with your juices and his moustache wet. He said nothing as he stepped back between your legs, angling his cock and slowly pushing into you. Your jaw dropped as he stretched you, filling you until he pelvis pressed against your pussy.

‘Fuck…’ you whispered, Tangerine’s hand came up to wrap around your throat, beginning to thrust gently.

‘Fuck you feel so good…’ he whispered, his pace beginning to quicken. Soon the wall was shaking as Tangerine thrust into you, his fingers gripping your throat tightly.

‘Fuck… I’m gonna cum.’ you gasped.

‘That’s right. Fucking cum all over my cock.’ he growled. You came without a second thought, Tangerine’s free hand moving up to cover your mouth to silence any screams.

A few thrusts later he grunted and froze, cumming inside you. You both stayed frozen for a few moments, but Tangerine was the first to move. He slowly pulled out of you, both his hands leaving your neck and mouth to hold you up as he backed away. Tangerine pulled your panties back into position and tucked himself back into his trousers. As you stood you could feel his cum falling into your panties and knew it would eventually be trailing down your leg. You turned to the mirror and grabbed your bag, pulling out a tissue to wipe away the lipstick smears across your face and ran your fingers through your hair to straighten yourself. Behind you, Tangerine pulled your skirt down to its original length. You turned to him and began to wipe away the lipstick smeared across his lips and your juices from his moustache, running your fingers through his hair, you curled his locks around your finger to bring him back to that tussled look you loved.

Tangerine pulled you close, holding you against him for a moment and burying his face into your neck.

‘One last job, yeah?’ he whispered as he pulled away. You smirked at him and kissed his cheek.

‘We’ll see.’ you grabbed your bag and slipped out of the toilet before he could say anything. Glancing over your shoulder you saw Tangerine rubbing the back of his neck as he exited the toilet and watched your hips sway and spotted Lemon in the carriage opposite you and gave him a quick smile and wave before disappearing, chuckling at the knowing look on his face. That was going to be a fun conversation when this was all over.

#tangerine #bullet train #tangerine x reader #bullet train 2022

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killemwithkawaii · 2 years

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Goretober 2022 Day 5: Happily Ever After

I told Mitch everything last night. Well, not everything, but the gist-

“I don’t know if this is real or not. I know that, to you, I’ve been here the whole time, but to me, you died thousands of years ago. I’ve missed you so much, Mitchie. Ever since we parted, I’ve been trying to find you as I traveled through time and space. I promised you I would… I found you five times after this. You’ve been different each time, but I’ve loved you, each of you, all the same. I’ve been living with the sixth version of you I found for three years now. It’s not perfect, but that’s okay. We’re happy and living a pretty normal life together. We’re supposed to be celebrating our anniversary this month. I went to bed with them on the 30th, kissed them goodnight, and then I woke up here, next to you. I don’t know why, or how, or what’s going on with the door, or if this is a dream or the longest glitch I’ve ever had or what. I didn’t want to spoil the mood by telling you all of this until it became obvious something was off. I wanted to enjoy this time with you again while I could, even if it’s all in my head…. I’m so sorry it’s not going how we planned.”

After a few minutes of processing, she started choking up. She said it was the most romantic story she’d ever heard. She started gushing about destiny, soulmates, reincarnation, true love, the thread of fate that must tie us together across the cosmos… She could hardly believe it was all true, but was so, so happy that it was.

“I knew it had to be real… I knew I felt something when I saw you for the first time! I had faith that you were telling the truth when you told everybody about your situation in your interviews, and what you told me in your letters, but seeing a piece of it with my own eyes like this… I really believe now. I believe you. It’s all true! Sally, my sweet little pumpkin… there must be a reason you’ve come back to me now…. Maybe, it’s all been leading to this- It’s got to be destiny! It has to be! I mean, it's us...! I think we just need to figure out the last step together- one more little obstacle, and then we can really start living the life we’ve been dreaming of- the two of us, together forever…!”

I think that maybe, just maybe, shes onto something.... That would explain why this glitch isn't ending. Her guess is as good as any of the others I can come up with. After so many tries, maybe this is my shot at a happy ending with the original- a chance to do it right, really keep my promise to her, have an honest-to-god do-over… if we can figure out how to get out of here together. That, or I’m going to wake up in the sixth Mitchies arms any second, tell them I just had the nicest dream, and then we’ll get our staycation started as planned and keep living our happy lives as usual. Maybe it's both?Either way sounds pretty sweet to me.

…

I don’t really want to consider any other possibilities right now. I don’t want to spoil the mood.

#goretober2022 #the staycation 🏡💙#tw unreality #tw death #tw delusion #tw yandere #tw weapon #sally face #sal fisher #penpal!mitch #meet the fishers

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And if I said re.dcrackle was ma.iko done better?

My kneejerk response is 'how dare you do Carmen and Gray dirty like that 😭😭😭'

BUT I think I know what you mean--if you take maiko back to the bare bones, you come up with 'childhood friends turned enemies turned lovers', and on that score, red crackle did it MUCH better.

I think a big part of it is that Carmen Sandiego started out giving you the sense that these two characters genuinely loved and cared for one another in the 'childhood friends' portion of their past. (Although it wasn't childhood so much as late adolescence, which probably helps at least a bit--CS never tried to convince me that a one-sided crush from 12-year-old kids would last until they were nearly adults and only then become mutual.) The thing about maiko is... it was entirely one-sided from the very beginning. Shippers will sometimes try to sell you on them being 'childhood sweethearts', but they really weren't--Mai had a crush on Zuko, to which he was oblivious, and likely even if he weren't he wouldn't have wanted to even consider the possibility of returning her feelings because she was his sister's friend and Azula terrified him.

(For good reason, as we see in flashbacks when Zuko is convinced by Ursa to play with his sister and her friends, because then the whole 'knocking Mai into the fountain' thing happens--which, according to the comic that actually explained how they got together in the break between books 2 and 3, she apparently blamed Zuko for, even though it was entirely Azula's fault.)

Gray and Carmen, on the other hand, were established as rivals who quickly became best friends over the course of their year in school together. They clearly cared deeply for one another, and Gray was just as upset as she was when Carmen failed their final exams (and he was clearly devastated when she got taken down trying to stop their 'graduate' mission). They didn't see each other for three years (incidentally, the same length of time between Zuko's banishment and meeting Mai again), at which point they were enemies, and yet Gray was clearly upset at the prospect of having to hurt her. (I maintain that this is why Carmen so easily got the drop on him on that train, and why he gave her the chance to tell the whole story to begin with--he really didn't want to fight her, and his heart just wasn't in it when push came to shove.)

Obviously, this is where the two ships diverge dramatically--Gray got his memory wiped, and Carmen saw it as this bizarre sort of second chance; she befriended him and flirted with him and asked him on a date, she tried to stay away to protect him from VILE taking renewed interest, and she tried desperately to save him when they finally did choose to bring him back into the fold. And then Gray let her go, when she tried to save him only to find the brainwashing had been reversed--because he never wanted to hurt her again. And then he went to ACME after Carmen got VILE-ized, because this wasn't who she was and even if it meant going against everything he'd worked for, it was worth it to give Carmen back her mind and her choice. And then they got married and lived happily ever after -cough- sorry I can't help a bit of editorializing, but ANYway.

Where atla went wrong, I think, is failing to establish any real reason for Mai and Zuko to remain in a relationship after the completion of Zuko's character arc. Mai makes sense as a stopgap measure for a Zuko who is trying desperately to fit back in at home, be the 'prodigal son' returning triumphantly to his father's side, worthy of his father's love--something he'd been desperately working towards ever since his exile--and she was also, incidentally, an example of why Zuko didn't fit any longer. He had become a square peg trying very hard to fit himself into a round hole, and Mai was part of that facade, but once he finally stopped trying and instead left to do what he knew was right, even if it wouldn't be easy... Mai stopped making any sense as a part of his life.

Unlike Gray, who came to understand why Carmen fought so hard against VILE and endeavored to free her even if it meant he had no place in her life any longer (giving up his own place in that world in the process, because he knew there was a chance VILE would kill him even if he succeeded), Mai never seemed to care, much less understand why Zuko left in the first place. She saw it as a betrayal--of her and of his country, and there's never any indication that she came to realize the Fire Nation was wrong and needed to lose the war--right up past the point where she saved his life, which she did because she still had a crush on him, not because she cared at all about the cause for which he was fighting.

Carmen and Gray both grew as characters separately and together--Mai never grew at all, being the exact same person in her last appearance as she was in her first, with the same beliefs and no indication that anything about her worldview had changed, and this is especially egregious when she was paired as a love interest with the character who arguably had the most dynamic growth throughout the series.

So yeah, bottom line? As far as 'childhood friends to enemies to lovers', red crackle did it worlds better than maiko (though, admittedly, that particular bar was kinda on the ground already).

#atla #carmen sandiego #anti maiko #maiko salt #red crackle #salt for ts #long post #Anonymous #asked #kitty meta #a bit late to actually start tagging for it but better late than never lol #zuko #mai salt

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Breaking Girl Code

Summary: Girl Code Rule #1: Don’t fall for your best friend’s sibling. Too bad Brittany has already broken it.

Rachel and Santana are sisters but they couldn’t be more opposite in personality. Much to the preppy good girl’s confusion, Rachel’s cheerleader best friend Brittany has a huge crush on the brunette’s badass older sister and will stop at nothing to get her attention.

Pairing: Santana Lopez/Brittany Pierce

Genre: Alternative Universe, Romantic Comedy

Rating: M

Read on AO3

Part I

Rachel, Brittany and Finn were a trio of the most unlikely best friends. At least that was how it seemed to the rest of the McKinley High student population.

Rachel was a complete nerd who always scored at the top of all of her classes but was an outcast when it came to her social life while Brittany was a popular, charming dumb blonde cheerleader with her head perpetually stuck in the clouds who was rumoured to be the sluttiest girl in the school. Meanwhile, Finn was the star quarterback but an innocent boy who had never had a girlfriend before and seemed more interested in food than anything else, despite the many cheerleaders who were throwing themselves at him.

No one understood what the three saw in each other but they had been fast friends ever since the start of senior year when Brittany heard a recording of Rachel’s song “My Headband” on YouTube and begged the bewildered brunette to teach her how to sing it then had introduced her close childhood friend Finn to the short girl. The rest was history.

Finn and Brittany were like two very pale, Viking giants compared to the tiny, olive-skinned brunette girl who was walking between them as the three high school seniors made their way out of class when school ended that day.

“Can we go over to your house again, Rachel?” Brittany pleaded with her as she skipped along happily beside the short girl, wearing a tight skirt that was several inches too short according to the school’s dress code. “I really need help with the chemistry homework again because last time Mrs. Hagberg didn’t believe me when I said I was up all night because Lord Tubbington was fighting a rival cat gang.”

“Sure, fine but I know the real reason why you want to come over.” Rachel pursed her lips and rolled her eyes, while slow-witted Finn strolled along beside them with his typical clueless expression as if he didn’t quite register what was happening - but that was normal for Finn. The gigantic boy just blinked slowly at Rachel but didn’t argue when she grabbed the sleeve of his flannel shirt and pulled him along with them.

“Whatever. Your sister’s really hot so you can’t blame me.” Brittany just shrugged, unfazed by Rachel’s disapproval.

It had all started a few weeks ago when Rachel invited Brittany and Finn over to her house to hang out after school as she had been doing for a while.

The Schuester house was more like a small mansion and the blonde teen girl was in awe as always as Finn pulled into the driveway. She knew the tiny brunette was rich but she hadn’t expected all this. Rachel had explained to Finn and Brittany that when she had been adopted by Will and Emma Schuester as a thirteen year-old, she chose to keep her original first and last name, which was why she had a different surname to her parents.

Rachel was excited to have friends, as she confessed to the two athletic teens that people had never really wanted to get close to her before so they were the first people who had ever accepted her invitation to go over to her house.

The small girl led her two best and only friends over to the kitchen table, pulling out an array of Finn’s favourites: pizza pockets, chips, string cheese and other snacks to share with the two. Finn was instantly delighted at the sight of food and began to chow down without a second thought as Rachel sighed at him stuffing his face.

Brittany was more interested in something else or rather someone else who had suddenly appeared.

“Fuck, Rachel, you seriously couldn’t warn me before you brought your dumb little friends over? I just got back from the gym!”

That was when Brittany first saw her. Her sexy angel - well, maybe demon would be more accurate.

The door to the garage slammed open and a gorgeous, raven-haired Latina swaggered in, wearing nothing but tiny black boyshorts that left barely anything to the imagination and a black sports bra with a towel thrown carelessly over her shoulders. She strutted arrogantly through the kitchen, cursing under her breath.

Her brown skin was shiny with sweat and her body was impressive. Brittany’s eyes were glued on her muscular ass, sculpted abs and the toned arms that were on full display. Her arms looked like they were strong and lightly muscular.

She had full, pouty lips, chiselled high cheekbones and the darkest, most haunting eyes the blonde had ever seen, that flashed dangerously as she turned toward Rachel and the other two, her plump, sexy lips twisting into a scowl.

Brittany’s lips parted and she couldn’t take her eyes away from the stranger. Her heart raced like it never had for anyone before.

The woman swept her long, straight, glossy black hair out of her face and crossed her leanly muscular arms over her chest as she glared in Rachel’s direction.

Though she was small, maybe even a few inches shorter than Brittany herself, her body was perfectly toned and she had a powerful, commanding presence.

“Sorry, Santana,” Rachel mumbled but just rolled her eyes, bristling at Santana’s tone. “Just leave us alone. We’re doing homework. And for goodness sake, put on some clothes!”

Even her name is pretty and sexy… Brittany thought. Finn hadn’t even looked up once, finishing his fifth pizza pocket and downing a glass of milk with his potato chips in the space of a few seconds.

“Hmph. Whatever.” Santana responded, tossing back her silky hair again flippantly.

“Hi…” Brittany husked in her most seductive, breathy tone possible with a little wave, and instinctively leaned forward to display as much cleavage as she could as she stared at Santana brazenly, with the flirty, fox eyes look she had perfected.

She dropped the pen she was holding, pretending it was accidental, bent over slowly to pick it up and then snapped back up quickly, just like Elle Woods had taught her. Legally Blonde was the one film she had memorized by heart and it came in handy at times like these.

It was the same technique Brittany had used to entice the entire football team into getting it on with her and it had always worked like a charm, so she figured it was worth a shot with Santana as well.

The blonde hadn’t been able to resist flirting with the stunning woman, who was probably somewhere in her early twenties if she had to guess her age. She had always had a thing for older men and women.

Judging by the reaction Santana had, Brittany could consider her technique to be a resounding success. Santana finally noticed the blonde and did a double take, seemingly speechless and bewildered. Brittany giggled as the black-haired girl momentarily forgot her tough girl act and walked straight into the nearest wall after seeing the tall blonde then nearly fell over on her own wobbly feet.

Once she had managed to right herself, she became flustered, embarrassed by her own dorky response, then she turned around fast and took off at full speed, slamming another door upstairs rudely.

“What a scoundrel, she is. Sorry guys, that was just my jerk big sister. She’s the worst!” Rachel told them apologetically once Santana had left.

Oh… Brittany thought, Rachel never mentioned having a sister before.

The short brunette noticed that Brittany still had a dreamy expression on her face and she thought that was weird.

“Brittany! Are you even listening?”

“Your sister’s really sexy. I’m going to marry her.” That was all Brittany got out in response, in a dazed voice.

Rachel made a sound of disgust and turned to Brittany with a grimace, as if she couldn’t think of anything more appalling.

“Ew you like Santana ? Why?”

“And you don’t think it’s the least bit inappropriate for you to have fantasies about a college student?”

Rachel frowned at the blonde as she flipped through her math textbook while Brittany lay on her back lazily on the brunette’s bed, staring up at the ceiling in a lovesick daze. Rachel’s parents, Will and Emma, were away on a business trip as they usually were, so the massive house was empty and Brittany had the feeling that Rachel was glad for the company. Rachel kept her voice low just in case anyone other than Finn, who was perched on the edge of the bed silently heard them.

“Far less one who happens to be my older sister who’s a complete beast ?! Goodness, this is so weird!”

“I like beasts. She’s just really hot and I want her.” Brittany said simply, undeterred. She didn’t understand why Rachel was being so dramatic about this. There was nothing more to it.

“No offence, Brittany, but I swear, you only ever think with your…” Rachel coughed and blushed when she remembered that an actual boy was right next to them and Rachel never liked saying inappropriate things. “Lady parts.”

Brittany just giggled, not paying much attention to Rachel and her dramatics. She went back to musing about Santana’s long, dark lashes, gorgeous, flawless caramel skin and those perfectly chiseled abs.

She’d make Santana Lopez hers, no matter what it took, even if the woman herself didn’t know that yet.

“Do you have any more of those pizza pockets?” Finn suddenly spoke up, cutting through the awkward silence. “I’m kinda hungry.”

Rachel sighed and threw down her pen violently in frustration. “Again, Finn? You just ate a full meal! Does anyone here even care about getting this assignment done except me?”

“Probably not,” Brittany replied honestly, twirling a ringlet of her hair that she had curled before coming over to Rachel’s house just to make sure she looked really cute in case Santana was there to see her around her pen. “Can I pay you to do mine?”

“Of course not! For goodness sake, Brittany Susan Pierce!” Rachel sighed in exasperation, throwing up her hands. “What would your mother think?”

“Um Rachel, I’m just gonna go get some snacks from your kitchen if that’s okay…” Finn looked up at the brunette girl sheepishly, holding his stomach as it growled loudly with a guilty look on his face.

“I like snacks. Especially Dots,” Brittany remarked absently. “Do you have Dots?”

“Okay, fine, we’ll take a break since apparently none of us can concentrate, c’mon you two.” Rachel relented, sighing as she gestured to them to follow her like she would two fluffy, very large dogs. Brittany and Finn just smiled goofily at each other as they followed her, both excited at the prospect of food, though more so Finn.

Brittany’s eyes suddenly lit up when she thought about the chance of potentially seeing that sexy woman who lived with Rachel again. “Hey, is your sister home?”

“I don’t know,” Rachel frowned, annoyed at the mention of Santana again. “She’s probably skipping class and partying as usual. ”

“Oh…” Brittany sighed, disappointed.

She was dying to hear the unmistakable hazy, deep voice of Santana again. Rachel rolled her eyes skyward, knowing exactly what Brittany was thinking about.

“Hey Rachel, are these chicken sandwiches still good?” Finn asked, though he was already chewing on a mouthful of bread. “Mm, they’re delicious.”

Rachel didn’t hear him, too busy glaring in the direction of Santana who had just arrived minutes later and was wearing much more clothes than she was last time - how unfortunate Brittany thought - this time in a black leather jacket, high-heeled boots and super tight, black jeans. Still, the clothes were really flattering on her. Brittany’s insides felt like they’d turned to jelly, her cheeks growing hot and she was suddenly a little lightheaded.

“Nice of you to waltz in before four a.m. in the morning for once, Big Sister .” Rachel pursed her lips, crossing her arms.

Santana just narrowed her dark eyes and ignored the younger girl, sticking up her middle finger at her.

Rachel shrieked in annoyance, throwing the nearest item she could find at her sister, which happened to be her heavy chemistry textbook.

Her aim was terrible and the book missed her sister by at least four feet, bouncing off of the kitchen wall instead which made Santana laugh mockingly.

Santana made no attempt to acknowledge the presence of Rachel’s company, as if they were beneath her as she went to the fridge and spent a long time searching for something. Rachel muttered something that sounded very much like, “Big Shot, thinks she’s the queen of the universe…” under her breath.

Then the raven-haired woman whipped around fast, facing the three of them with a confused expression that quickly turned to fury. Her aggressive mannerisms reminded Brittany a lot of the moody, feral black cat she had recently adopted.

“Hey! What do you think you’re doing, Porky?!” She demanded, rounding on a fearful Finn who swallowed nervously, backing away from her slowly. “Are you eating my food?! What the fuck!?”

“He didn’t know! Don’t yell at him!” Rachel jumped up and stood in front of the tall boy defensively, wagging a finger at Santana.

“Why not? Your dumb loser friend ate all my food!” Santana groaned, throwing up her hands dramatically then she lowered her voice threateningly as she rounded on Rachel. “I’m going to kill you for this, Pipsqueak!”

“Stop being so dramatic!” Rachel shouted back at full volume, her voice becoming shrill. “And don’t call him a loser!”

“Dramatic? Look who’s talking. Oh I’m sorry did I insult your boyfriend , Rachie?” Santana taunted with a smirk, using the nickname she always used to annoy Rachel since they were little.

Rachel just blushed and glowered at her. Finn had a petrified expression around the two sisters, collapsing into himself and looking like he was desperate to get away from the tense situation while Brittany just rolled her eyes, studying her painted pink nails in her boredom.

Out of nervousness, Finn who had finished both sandwiches began grabbing handfuls of popcorn and shovelling them into his mouth rapidly. Santana gave the massive high schooler a withering look, shaking her head in disgust. “Jesus Christ, do you ever stop eating, Manboobs?”

“That’s it! If you don’t stop picking on my friends, I’m telling Mom and Dad!” Rachel shouted, completely losing her temper with Santana.

“Tell Will and Emma what? How you’re being a little brat again picking fights with me?” Santana countered, dusting off her shoulder and unfazed by Rachel’s shrieking. “They can’t do anything to me.”

“We’ll just see about that!”

As amusing as this was, Brittany had grown tired listening to them arguing, especially when Santana was wearing way too many clothes, so she decided it was time for her to cut in. What Brittany really wanted to do was score some alone time with the resident sulky bad girl in the Schuester family but she wasn’t sure how she was going to make that happen.

“Hi, I’m Brittany. Brittany S. Pierce,” The blonde purred seductively as she casually slipped in between Rachel and Santana’s bodies, fluttering her eyelashes as she met the taller sister’s gaze and ignoring Rachel who squawked behind her, bewildered by Brittany’s actions. “We met last time.”

Santana immediately became silent and then totally flustered as she noticed Brittany. A look of something like apprehension came over her as she swallowed hard at the way the leggy blonde was looking at her.

She took a step back a foot everytime Brittany came closer, putting plenty of space between them even as her cheeks tinged red.

“Um, hi!” Santana said in a much softer, more hesitant and awkward tone than the harsh, arrogant voice she had while arguing with Rachel. She was evidently alarmed by the way Brittany was looking at her even though the blonde wasn’t actually doing anything other than watching her adoringly. “I um… have to go now!”

Santana took off again quickly just like last time, leaving Brittany pouting while Rachel just shook her head in annoyance.

“She’s so weird!” Rachel groaned, covering her face with her hands. “I just don’t understand her.”

Brittany really wanted to ask Rachel if Santana was dating anyone.

It turned out she didn’t have to as they got their answer the next day when Brittany came over to Rachel’s place after school again.

There was an elegant black Porsche parked outside on the driveway and Rachel groaned when she noticed it. Brittany realized it was probably Santana’s car.

Rachel and Brittany walked closer and gasped, getting an eyeful of something neither of them had expected.

Santana was in the backseat with a tall, curvy woman with long blonde hair sitting on the darker woman’s lap and draped over her. They were making out with Santana’s tan hands running over her back then the dark-haired girl reached down to squeeze the blonde’s ass.

They were barely dressed, Santana just wearing a black bra and unzipped jeans while the woman was completely topless as Santana hitched up her pink mini skirt.

Both of the younger girls reacted at the same time but in opposite ways.

Rachel reeled back, screaming in horror and covering her eyes. Brittany simply let out a soft “Oh” , feeling rather turned on and flushed in the face, covering her mouth with her hand as she watched the scene unfold with great interest, not taking her eyes off of it.

This was much better than even the best porn she had seen.

Once Rachel was done screaming, she kept her eyes hidden with one hand, marched purposely toward the vehicle and knocked on the window loudly. “Excuse me! What on Earth do you think you’re doing on this suburban driveway?!”

As soon as Santana saw them through the car window and heard Rachel’s scream, she pulled apart quickly from the woman and got out of the car, adjusting her clothes. Brittany just gaped at her because…wow. So hot.

“Rude. The fun police have arrived. What do you want, Little Sister?” Santana just sounded annoyed rather but not remotely ashamed.

The tall, buxom blonde college girl she was with quickly fled the scene, awkwardly passing by Brittany and Rachel on her way out of the car, her lipstick completely smudged, hair askew and ignoring the contemptuous look Rachel was sending her way.

Brittany wondered how the woman managed to run so fast in those super high heels. “You’re a total cockblock as usual.”

“Good heavens! Must you be so crude?” Rachel reprimanded Santana and Brittany winced at the shrillness. The tiny girl sounded like she was on the verge of one of her signature Rachel Berry freakouts. “You’re corrupting me and my friend with your indecency! The least you could do is keep your…lady friends to the privacy of your dungeon-like bedroom instead of… fornicating with some hussy in front of innocent school girls like us.”

Santana didn’t seem to be paying any attention to Rachel’s rant. Instead, she looked over at Brittany skeptically, arching an eyebrow at the word “innocent.” Brittany just smiled at her sweetly, not even bothering to hide the fact that she was checking Santana out again blatantly the whole time.

“Yeah whatever, Pipsqueak. Just go play with your dolls or something - I don’t need a lecture.” She muttered, adjusting her jacket and watching Brittany suspiciously with narrowed eyes, as if she knew exactly what kind of inappropriate thoughts were going through the blonde's mind.

From then on, it kept happening whenever Brittany came over, with or without Finn or one of the other girls from their class who wanted to study with them.

Santana was always with some new fling of the week and they all mostly looked the same, tall, femme and blonde. It was never the same girl twice.

To say Rachel didn’t approve would be an understatement. She was beyond fed up with her rebellious older sister and hated that she had no control over her. In fact, the more Rachel made a scene, the more Santana seemed to look for ways to outdo herself in more scandalous ways.

“It’s so wrong. She’s always… cavorting with anything that moves and never settles down with anyone.” The short brunette complained one night after school, while Rachel’s parents Will and Emma were away on some business trip.

She was lying on her stomach on the bed and going over some math equations while Brittany sat at her desk, chewing on the back of her pen as her mind drifted to Santana’s abs again, as it always seemed to instead of paying attention to her homework. “Brittany! Are you even listening to me?”

“Yeah.” Brittany replied absently, twirling a strand of her long hair. “Santana’s really hot. I should be her girlfriend if those girls don’t want to be. I’d be way better for her. I know it.”

Rachel shrieked. “Oh my goodness, have you been listening to anything I’ve been saying? My sister is a total…barbarian! She’s twenty-one years old, she’s uncouth, she smokes, she drinks, she uses foul language and she treats her lady friends like disposable objects!”

“Yeah I know, Rachel. You’re making her more of a turn on the more you talk,” Brittany sighed, biting her lip and crossing her legs as she fanned herself. “You don’t have to convince me anymore because I already like her.”

The short brunette groaned, grimacing in disgust. “I- I’m not trying to…I can’t figure out what goes on in that interesting brain of yours, Brittany. This is highly inappropriate!”

Before the blonde could respond anymore, the girls heard what sounded like a woman’s scream and a series of high-pitched shrieks.

It was late at night and the tiny brunette girl began to panic, jumping up and grabbing the nearest object, which happened to be a giant statue of Barbra Streisand from her desk.

“Oh my, Brittany…” Rachel whispered to her fearfully. “What could that be?”

The girls shivered and huddled close together, leaning up against Rachel’s bedroom door as they heard the weird noises again. It sounded like someone was being murdered.

Actually, Brittany thought it sounded more like…

Rachel took a deep breath, gathering her nerves before pushing open her door and the two girls crept into the hallway hesitantly.

They heard the continued moaning and shrieking which sounded unmistakably female. Rachel frowned when it became obvious that it was coming from Santana’s room.

“This is unbelievable. She better not be watching horror movies again so late at night.” Rachel mumbled, so much fury on her small face that it looked almost comical.

Brittany narrowed her eyes at her short friend in disbelief but she felt her own cheeks flush. Heat crept up her chest and neck to the tips of her ears.

“ Rachel, she’s probably just having sex.” She deadpanned.

“What?! Gross!” Rachel screeched, seeing a trail of bras and panties leading towards Santana’s room. She covered her ears and kicked one of the lacy bras out of her path violently. “No, she can’t be! This is so wrong! I can’t listen to this!”

Brittany couldn’t help but continue to listen in, feeling hot all over as she could easily visualize what Santana was probably up to in her room.

It was abundantly clear that Brittany’s intuition that Santana would be amazing in bed was proven to be right.

“Ugh she is just lucky Mom and Dad aren’t home tonight! Mom is going to ground her forever when she finds out about this!” Rachel fumed, practically stomping her tiny feet in her futile anger.

Brittany was in a complete daze when Rachel finally grabbed her arm, trying to pull her away from the scene after a long moment then pouting in exasperation when the blonde girl didn’t budge. “Brittany, no! Are you just going to stand there and listen in on them all night?!”

Eventually the door slammed open when the short girl continued to screech in impossibly loud tones that only Rachel had the lung capacity to be capable of and an irritated Santana poked her head out, growling. “Rachel Berry, what the fuck are you doing?!”

“I could ask you the same thing, Santana Lopez!” Rachel shrieked back in response, hiding behind Brittany as if the blonde could protect her from Santana’s wrath and indecency. “You seriously brought a woman over? To do… that with?!”

Brittany just turned her head to the side, trying to see if Santana was wearing anything. She could see her bare shoulders but the door was blocking everything else. Damn.

“Yeah and what of it? Scram already, in case you haven’t noticed I’m a little busy with something here,” Santana smirked, putting her hand on Rachel’s head and shoving her out of the way lightly. “It’s past your bedtime, Brat.”

Then Santana noticed Brittany’s presence once again and just gave her that same dumbfounded, wary look she always seemed to get around the teen as the blonde girl never took her eyes off of her, shaking her head in exasperation at her.

Santana cursed loudly when the sheet she was holding around her chest loosened and slipped momentarily. Brittany’s eyes tracked the movement, gasping a little as she saw more of Santana’s body than she had hoped for in her wildest dreams. Brittany wasn’t disappointed in what she saw and licked her lips.

Santana noticed where Brittany was looking and pulled the sheet up quickly to cover herself.

“You- you - both of you smartass little girls - just go!” Santana yelled, slamming her door shut and locking it behind her from the inside. “Don’t fucking bother me again!”

“Language!” Rachel shouted back at her, grabbing a dazed Brittany’s hand and pulling her back towards her bedroom with its bright gold walls and stars as she began ranting to her friend in panicked tones.

“How could she want to make love with someone if she’s not married to them or in love with them?” Rachel shook her head, as if the thought alone was astounding and too depressing to imagine. “I don’t even think she’s dating that girl.”

Brittany lay on the other side of Rachel’s bed, listening to her loud snoring. She hadn’t been able to sleep that night during their sleepover, tossing and turning almost the entire time as her hormones went crazy. She spent the next few weeks fantasizing about the hot older girl.

Two months passed by quickly, with the teenagers being caught up in studying for midterms. Since Brittany and Finn were actually attempting to study for once, they didn’t spend too much time hanging out with Rachel for a long while.

Brittany breathed a sigh of relief when exam time was finally over. Studying just gave her a headache.

“Rachel, can I come over to your house after school again?” Brittany walked up to the small girl who had been having another awkward conversation with Finn, the two of them gazing at each other shyly. “We can hang around by the pool.”

Rachel beamed at her two closest friends, clasping her hands together enthusiastically. “Sure you can! I have an idea, Let’s have a movie night at my place! It’ll be so much fun! We can do a Barbra marathon!”

Brittany frowned, thinking for a moment. “Hmm, well I was supposed to go to this keg party with Quinn and the girls on our squad at some jock’s house but I mean it would probably be boring anyway. This will be way better.”

Plus, your super hot sister might be home…

Though Brittany had hooked up with a few guys since that time, they were quite mediocre and the sounds she had heard that night and the burnished, dark skin of Santana’s sculpted body still replayed themselves in her mind quite frequently whenever she was in that kind of mood. She was already thinking of ways that she could finally seduce the woman of her dreams.

They spent the afternoon relaxing in Rachel’s swimming pool, Finn still wearing a shirt the entire time to hide his pale, massive chest and trying to disguise the fact that he was sneaking glances at Rachel in the new bikini Brittany had bought her while the blonde frolicked around, splashing water at both of them.

That night, the three of them huddled together on a mattress that was set out on the floor of the massive karaoke room in the basement of the Schuester home where Rachel’s mom and dad always held parties. Rachel even had a stage set up to perform impromptu concerts with her parents because they were all into singing so much.

Brittany was in a purple polka dot nightie while Rachel was wearing pink, long sleeved silk pajamas, so it felt just like a slumber party for the girls except for Finn being there in a Power Rangers t-shirt and sweatpants.

Surprisingly, Brittany and Finn had managed to make it through two Barbra Streisand movies without being too bored even though Brittany thought they were way too long. She started braiding Rachel’s hair whenever her mind drifted.

They had switched to Dirty Dancing, another of Rachel’s favourite movies that Brittany also liked surprisingly, considering their taste was so different, when all of a sudden Santana turned up out of nowhere, making a big scene to announce her presence as usual.

She swiped popcorn from Rachel’s bowl without asking and mumbled greetings to the other two for the first time, even though she never usually acknowledged their existence.

“Oh no, what are you doing here?” Rachel hissed in annoyance, pausing the movie as she turned to Santana in anger while Finn looked terrified by Santana's presence and moved behind Rachel, as if he thought Santana was going to really kill him in revenge for the chicken sandwich incident. “I thought you weren’t supposed to be back from your cheerleading thing until Monday!”

Santana shrugged casually and smirked. “The tournament got cancelled. What are you watching?”

Rachel cringed. “You’ll just make fun of me if I tell you. Dirty Dancing.”

“Ha!” Santana snorted derisively, laughing in Rachel’s face while the short girl glared at her, cheeks burning. “Lame!”

“You’re such a bully.”

"You're such a bully!" Santana mimicked her in a high-pitched, nasally voice.

Santana hesitated in the doorway, looking like she was unsure of what to do with herself now that she had taunted Rachel about her movie taste.

Brittany thought it was endearing how the girl seemed rather shy now that she was alone with them, her cocky smirk disappearing when Rachel wasn’t looking and she didn’t walk away even though she could have at any time.

“Did you wanna hang out with us, Santana?” Brittany asked kindly, thinking that maybe Santana was too shy to admit that she wanted to hang out and wanting her to feel welcomed. “You can watch movies with us if you want.”

Santana faltered, scowling but her confident attitude dropped for a moment as she looked stunned that Brittany would talk to directly and so boldly at that. “Why would I want to watch stupid movies with a bunch of high schoolers?”

Brittany just shrugged, grabbing some M&Ms from Finn’s bowl. “Cause it’s fun and you’ll love it.”

The black-haired woman’s lips parted in shock, taken aback but then she switched to that hardened, devil may care attitude she usually kept up all the time around everyone.

“No thanks, hard pass. I have better things to do with my Friday night than hang out with my complete dork of a little sister and her little weirdo friends.” Santana sneered coldly, crossing her arms over her chest.

“Good because we don’t need your bad attitude and ego around here!” Rachel retorted, getting up to point her finger accusingly at Santana.

“Calm down, Rachel…” Finn whispered to her pleadingly, pulling her back before she lunged at her sister and another long argument between the two started.

“As if I care what you think,” Santana scoffed at Rachel. “Your movies suck and let’s face it, I’m way too cool to be here.”

“Okay, if that’s how you feel.” Brittany replied in a noncommittal tone and shrugged. She didn't really care if Santana was going to act arrogant and her harsh words didn't affect her.

The fact that Brittany showed no emotion and refused to argue with her seemed to frustrate her even more. Santana just marched off without a word, huffing in anger and the three teenagers continued to watch the rest of the movie in virtual silence.

Brittany rolled her eyes as Rachel and Finn would accidentally touch hands whenever they reached for the popcorn and then apologize awkwardly everytime.

It was more than obvious that they were into each other but both were way too innocent to ever make a move. It was hopeless and Brittany knew she needed to give Rachel some lessons on how to flirt properly sometime, but at the moment the blonde was too distracted by her own love life.

Ten minutes later, Santana returned to the basement and sat on the couch without explanation just as Brittany expected she was going to.

The older sister was grumbling under her breath the whole time, which Brittany thought made her even cuter and she had to stifle a giggle.

Rachel just shot Santana an infuriated look for a moment, not even bothering to ask what she was doing and just shook her head at her sister’s antics.

Brittany spent more time watching Santana than paying attention to the movie. She saw the way Santana’s dark eyes lit up and she smiled genuinely with the cutest dimples Brittany had ever seen deepening on her cheeks, invested during the dance performances, even though she didn’t squeal and fangirl over the movie like Rachel did. The younger sister constantly shrieked and grabbed a startled Finn whenever anything exciting happened in the movie.

“What?” Santana eventually snapped at Brittany. “Why are you staring at me?”

Finn and Rachel just turned around to see what the commotion was about.

“It’s a good movie, right?” Brittany asked. “You look like you’re enjoying it.”

“It’s old and corny.” Santana stated dismissively, pretending to inspect her nails… though by the looks of it, they were cut super short and practically non-existent.

“You take that back!” Rachel protested with an outraged gasp.

“Just not my thing, I guess,” Santana drawled casually, leaning back and drinking beer. “No need to get all worked up about it, Rachie.”

Rachel wriggled her nose and made a disgusted sound in the back of her throat. “You’re seriously drinking alcohol? You’re not supposed to do that in this house. There are minors here, Santana, in case you haven’t noticed! You’re so irresponsible!”

“So what? I’m older so I make the rules.” Santana muttered, sticking out her tongue at her childishly.

“Mom said you’re not supposed to drink anymore!”

“What Emma doesn’t know won’t hurt her. Jesus, you need to live a little, Rachel.” Santana chuckled. “Do you ever do anything fun at all?”

Brittany jumped up from the mattress as the argument continued, bouncing onto the couch casually and scooting over until she was sitting very close to the older sister who was watching her every move suspiciously.

Santana froze then when she finally composed herself and she began to shrink away a few inches whenever Brittany attempted to lean in closer. She leaned back so far that she practically fell off the side of the couch, completely flustered by Brittany’s actions.

At least she’s not running away from me anymore… that’s progress, Brittany thought proudly.

“What do you want?” Santana eventually demanded and Brittany giggled because she was trying to sound so scary but really wasn’t.

“Can I have some of that?” Brittany asked, pointing at the beer. “I want one.”

“Brittany!” Rachel yelled in outrage. “You can’t do that here!”

“No way…” Santana moved the beer out of Brittany’s reach. “You’re what, seventeen? I’m not gonna be responsible for corrupting Rachel’s little friends.”

“I’ve been eighteen for a few months.” Brittany argued.

“Like that’s any better,” Santana snorted, mockingly. “You’re not getting any.”

“Hmph.” Brittany pouted and rested her chin in her hands as she watched the TV glumly.

Moments later, Santana swaggered upstairs and looked up at Brittany in irritation when she followed her into the kitchen. She yelped and stepped behind the kitchen table, putting plenty of space between the two of them.

“So is this like a game where you hide and then I have to find you or the other way around?” Brittany asked in a flat tone.

“W-what?” Santana sputtered.

“I think you’re hiding something.” Brittany said with a smirk as Santana watched her nervously.

“Oh yeah, what’s that?” Santana muttered, rolling her eyes.

“You’re not really as bad as you try to act and I know you wouldn’t hurt me or Rachel even though you act so tough.”

“Hmph.” Santana grunted, turning away from her.

“You really just wanted to come home and hang out with us, right?” Brittany quipped, glancing at Santana knowingly. “The cheerleading thing was just a lie to Rachel. We can be your friends if you want.”

“What? That’s…ridiculous. As if.” Santana grunted. She turned around and went up to her room, ignoring Rachel and her friends for the rest of the night because she had “better things to do,” even though Brittany knew she was miserable but her pride wouldn’t let her admit that.

To Be Continued

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