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anotherrosesthatfell · 9 months

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[E.L.A] everyone opinions on Lily <3

Adults

Dream:

"My daughter is very beautiful like her mother but sometimes I feels her aura is...off. of course, I'm not saying she is creepy, it's just her aura feels like her (Nim)

Ink:

"Lily is soulless like me, I should've seen this coming when her existence clearly cause me discomfort. Anyway, I do hope one day someone will love her and willingly to gave their half soul to Lily.... Just like Error did for me so I can have emotions"

Swap:

"Mweh heh heh, I couldn't be more grateful when she healed my legs. Thanks to her, I can be more helpful to my friends. I sent my gratitude to her by inviting her to my au, she became very happy and lovelier everytime she visited my au!"

Hope:

"Well, isn't she's the little girl who Dream decided to take care of, when it's clearly lady Ink and that bastard octopus responsibilities? Hmm... I do not hold anything opinion of her. I can't say I like her and I can't say I dislike her... But I must say, lady Lily isn't someone want to be close with. They should run if she says her greeting."

Nightmare:

"Hmm, my daughter huh? Well, because of her, Dream and I actually made truce after years... I do want to take care of my little girl but oh well, Error want to kill me because you know Ink is his ex and here I am hooked up with Ink."

Killer:

"I am a little bit grateful the fact the little girl didn't live with us... It's much more safer to stay with Dream."

Horror:

"She's looks very much like Crescent. Almost reminded me of Angst too, especially her intelligent."

Dust:

"I suggest everyone should stay away from her. I don't understand how Dream can tolerates her when she clearly killed couple of people then gawk their eyes and rip off their faces. I seen it and I am glad my face doesn't attracted her that much."

Reaper:

"She doesn't own a candle life... Everyone have it but that child is like Geno..."

Geno:

"Goth says a lot about her. Reaper too. I am curious but Reaper forbid me to come closer to her, even if it a small wave."

Children

Palette:

"at first, I thought I was paranoid until I live through almost over 300 timelines because of her. That thing is no one want it to exist. I remember a couple of timelines, she torture me and turned me into a doll and sometimes stitch my mouth so I can't scream. Mostly, she took my eyes and left me bleeding then die... I am not her only victim but I can say, I am her top target..."

Lux:

"Unclemare used to told me a lot that I have to kill her right away when she was born but I couldn't bring myself to do it... Now, I understand why he said that. He warns me to never interact with Lily ever again... You don't want to know what's in her room, it's just sickening."

Drop:

"I am disappointed to have such sister like her... No, I am ashamed to call her my sister. What she did to Palette and Merciless is just unforgivable... I remember couple of timelines where she take out Merciless organs and stuff cotton in him then dance with him... It's just horrible, it's disgusting. What can't I forget the most is when she beheaded Palette and... Urgh, I cannot say anything anymore. It's too horrible."

Merciless:

"Ah... Honestly she creeps me out and uh... Made me really uncomfortable most of the time. I prefer hanging out with Drop since she respect my boundaries at least and act like a child but Lily.. It made me want to puked when I remember what she did to me... I stop visiting Palette or Lux cause I know Lily will be there, watching us as if we are her dolls."

Goth:

"For the first time, I don't want to have any attentions from anyone. Lily, she... She killed a friend of mine and gawked her eyes. It's not the first time, she killed a lot of influencers but only with pretty faces. After that, I decided that Palette and Drop live with me as I am aware they are beautiful and can be the next victims of Lily...."

Crescent:

"She's definitely a demon in disguise. No child supposed to act like that... Merciless cried at me and told me the horrible things Lily did to him.. It's my first time seeing my little brother cries... Dream, Ink and almost adults found her innocent. May God never forgive her."

Angst (spirit):

"She's a demon. Quetzalcoatl made a mistake by giving her the wrong blessing, especially when she is already soulless. That dumb b-tch... Even grandma are super pissed."

Angst (alive au):

"Oh princess Lily? She is the most loveliest girl I ever know. I don't understand how my brothers hates her to the core."

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fumikomiyasaki · 2 years

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Dear Diary

For our ships as many as you wanna write ❤

Dear Diary

Today was my first gig as Emerald, not ad Echo... I was quite nervous given I didn't know if others would just accept my new and own Style but... Tarak stopping by and giving me some assurance did help out... as well as the boxing session after to calm my nerves... I am glad he is there for me... he is quite a sweetheart and I even would feel that without my career he wouldn't even abandon me.... I... don't know how I can ever thank him. But I can try at least. At least the gig went well and I can be a bit more calm about this.

Diary entry 762

Usually I would only rely on myself but... working together with Lucas I feel like... someone understands my mindset. I am impressed by what he can pick up on and help me improve... I don't trust many with this... I think compared to my progress reports today I felt like giving praise to someone who does work hard for my Sake... at least I think so... I can't express my feelings right.

God damnit... I hate sometimes how much power this Man has over me... its like he always leads me to do more of the things he likes... I hate and love him and its just conflicting... it pisses me off inside... sometimes I just wanna throw a chair at him and other times I just want to kiss him... Urgh... why do I always fall for the worst of the worst... I do hope... eventually I am more determined about what to do. I hope Bethany never finds out about this... that is why I hide this diary very well... cause if this ever goes out I can't keep up my reputation

...

Dear Diary,

My heart is in unrest currently.... since all those flirts Damián left at me my head is spiralling and he doesn't want to go out... its been that bad that often dream of him... and those dreams are... wild let's say it. It makes me barely even able to look at him cause I feel ashamed of being weird to him... but seeing him smile so happily... how endearing he plays with those cats... how he often teases me... my heart can't calm down.

Maybe eventually I will figure out what to do. Till then I will just stay as usual... be kind and try to stay focused...

There was this one book Sable recommended to me that was pretty sweet but... it got me thinking a little... he is often I the monster and human fall in love but... he doesn't have to see himself as one... I often noticed him bringing it up but... to me he is far from it... to me... He is someone fun to spend time with... someone I grew fond off... and I never felt fear once... I wanted to gather my thoughts.... maybe I feel just worried about him...

I hardly got any sleep after what happened... she came out again and if Sin didn't snap me out of it I.... would have hurt him... I know he says it's fine... but seeing his face in worry... I feel horrible... why sister... why must you still be in my mind after all those years... I wish I could have saved you... I wish you were still alive but... you don't have to torture me like this... I... just dont know what to do anymore

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hyperpsychomaniac · 3 years

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The Woodchuck Leader Assessment - Chapter 4

DT17 Fanfiction

Summary: When Launchpad’s ability to supervise children is called into question, Dewey tags along on a Junior Woodchuck trip to support his best friend.

Chapter 1

Also cross-posted on fanfiction.net.

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Dewey slipped into his and Huey’s tent. And found not only Huey, but Violet and at least a half dozen of the other Woodchucks.

“What…”

“Shh!” said Huey.

“Oh yes, I am claiming running through camp in my underpants,” said Doofus as he rubbed his hands together. “Back off; it’s mine!”

No one argued.

“Am I interrupting something?” Dewey snatched his pillow back from one of the other kids.

“We were discussing the implementation of stage 2 Competent Leader Protocols,” said Violet.

Dewey raised an eyebrow. “So what was stage 1?”

“Behaving for Launchpad.”

“And stage 2?”

The faintest smile touched Violet’s beak. “Only behaving for Launchpad.”

“Yeah.” Huey hugged his knees to his chest. “I’m not sure stage 2 is going to be enough, all by itself. I mean, LP’s great, but I don’t know if we can depend on him. If he can’t supervise us… it was like Mr Russell said, there’s nobody else. What am I going to do without my Woodchucks?!” He lunged at Dewey and dragged him towards him.

Dewey extricated his brother’s fingers from his shirt. “Calm down. I don’t care about your Woodchucks. But if what we’re talking about is going to help Launchpad…” Dewey chewed his lip. On the bus, Launchpad had just been, off. What the heck had happened between him and Mr Russell? It had to be something to do with the kid who drowned, but Launchpad didn’t want to talk to him. He was his best friend and Dewey knew if it was something important he’d want to share it with him. The fact he hadn’t… yeah, really off. “So, only behaving for Launchpad…?”

“A combination of multiple children needing walking to the bathroom, Doofus running around in nothing but his underwear…”

“Or, I could ditch the underwear.”

“No. … toilet paper, someone crying for their teddy bear, at least one item of Mr Russell’s clothing hung off a tree, and we make every attempt to respond to his orders with…?”

“Okay, Boomer,” said all the Woodchucks at once.

“Of course, the whole point is if Launchpad comes back we all immediately behave to prove he can control us,” said Huey, “or NO MORE WOODCHUCKS.”

“Boo,” said Dewey. “Huey may actually be right: it’s not enough. Launchpad needs better than that. You don’t just want to behave for him. You’ve got to prove he’s the sort of leader who would do anything to protect you. Here’s what we do: we set up a scenario in which some poor helpless child needs rescuing, because although we know Launchpad sometimes needs help with things, he’d never let anyone he cares about get hurt.”

“Yeah, who…” said Huey.

Dewey stood up and stabbed a finger into the canvas. “And I shall be your damsel in dew-stress!”

***

Launchpad flung the bus door open. “Aw man, LP. What are you doing?” He’d fallen asleep. Outside, the rain had lifted and the morning was wet and cold. “You can’t tell your Woodchucks they gotta sleep out in nature when you spend the night on the nice warm bus.”

He crammed his hat back on his head and jogged back down to the campsite. He slipped in the wet leaves and slid down a short section of the path, which resulted in a rather painful stop courtesy of a medium sized boulder, but at least it bought him a couple extra seconds.

Launchpad skidded into the campsite. It was quiet, too quiet. In his absence, Violet and Huey should have been awake and setting up a campfire for breakfast. But, maybe, he’d avoided the embarrassment of getting caught.

A tent flap opened and Jack emerged, rubbing blearily at his eyes.

Launchpad grabbed up a piece of firewood, then just pulled himself up short of pegging it into the firepit. He didn’t need to pretend to set up the fire.

“Well, there you are,” Jack grumbled. “When you said you wanted me to help I didn’t realise you were going to dump the kids on me for the entire night!”

Even with the realisation he didn’t need to look busy for Jack the man’s words made Launchpad’s heart sink. He’d messed up. He’d ditched his Woodchucks and even though an adult had been there to look after them… he’d left them alone with Jack Russell.

“Where are the kids anyway?” Launchpad lifted the flap to Huey and Dewey’s tent. Empty. Great. At least they knew how to take care of themselves. Nothing would be wrong. This was just something else for Jack to put in his report.

“Hey, don’t look at me,” said Jack. “I was up half the night telling kids to walk themselves to the toilet. And… where is my hat?”

Launchpad spotted it, swinging high up on a tree branch above Jack’s tent. “I think it fell into a tree.”

Huey exploded into the camp. “Launchpad! We went to get firewood… Dewey’s stuck on the bridge over the river!”

Launchpad’s heart caught. “Oh no, Dewey!”

“Wait, stuck on a bridge how?” said Jack. “Shouldn’t you just… go and unstick him?”

“He’s… really stuck,” said Huey, “Launchpad needs to come pull him out because, you know, he’s strong and a good Woodchuck leader, so…”

The other Woodchucks emerged from their tents, rubbing blearily at eyes, wondering what all the ruckus was about. Launchpad gulped. This was all he needed with Jack here. And then he felt bad, because this was about Dewey, not his assessment. He hadn’t been very nice to him on the bus last night. If he’d got hurt or got himself in trouble after how Launchpad had treated him, he’d feel terrible. At least being stuck on a bridge didn’t sound that bad. In fact, he did wonder why Huey hadn’t just pulled his brother off himself.

“Because he’s a good…” Jack slapped a hand to his forehead. “Launchpad, your damn kids are setting you up.”

“Just be quiet, my best friend needs me. Come on Woodchucks, to the river!”

Usually, it took a bit of coaxing to get them moving but they responded immediately. They all followed Huey, Jack trailing behind them and grumbling all the way.

The river was flowing fast after the rain last night and the roar made Launchpad’s guts tighten. This far down from the swimming hole the river cut through a gully with a rope bridge strung across, the water surging and gurgling beneath. Dewey was halfway across the bridge, his leg tangled in a loose rope, his top half hanging upside down from the bridge with his hands swinging. “Oh, help. I have fallen and my foot is stuck. I cannot get up.” At least he didn’t sound particularly panicked.

“This is ridiculous,” said Jack.

“Hang on, Dewey. I’m coming to get you.” Launchpad put a hand on the wooden stake that anchored the bridge.

“Wait.” Jack grabbed Launchpad’s sleeve.

Launchpad yanked his arm back, but slowed.

“Send these two out after them. They’re half your weight put together and their two pairs of hands will probably get that… classic example of a Woodchuck knot around that poor kid’s ankle undone a lot quicker.”

“That’s… a good idea,” said Launchpad, although the rope bridge looked sturdy and wouldn’t be in any danger of snapping under his weight.

Violet and Huey both exchanged glances. “It would be better if Launchpad did it,” said Huey, rubbing at the back of his head.

“Yeah, just as I thought. You cannot control these kids, Launchpad. You should’ve seen the antics they were getting up to last night. Pretty sure they’ve set this whole thing up to try and make you look good.”

“But I’m really stuck… urgh, forget it!” Dewey rolled himself back onto the bridge and tugged at the knot around his ankle.

Wait, he wasn’t really stuck? Oh. It finally sunk in. Launchpad turned to Violet and Huey as his chest tightened. “You two… set me up?”

“Stage 2 Competent Leader Protocols weren’t enough. We went to stage 3. Dewey’s idea… but yes,” Violet mumbled into her chest.

Launchpad squeezed his eyes shut briefly. “Dewey, come on, get off the bridge, its dangerous out there.”

“I’m fine. I just need to get this knot off… hang on…”

“And you two…” His two most senior Woodchucks looked at their feet. And though it hurt they’d pulled one over on him, Launchpad knew they’d only been trying to help. He swallowed, and lowered his voice. “You don’t have to set up something like this to help me, okay? I really thought Dewey was in trouble.”

“But it wasn’t just for you!” Huey burst out. “It was for all the Woodchucks. If they make you quit then no one will want us and we’ll have no more Woodchucks, and I… I can’t live without Woodchucks!” He fell to his knees and put his face in his hands.

“I too would find it quite devastating,” said Violet.

“Wait, who told you that?”

“I did, genius,” Jack snorted. “Along with a few other truths while you were pouting on the bus.”

Launchpad’s fists bunched at his sides. He’d left his Woodchucks alone with Jack. What had he been thinking? “Like what?”

“I explained how failure badges are supposed to work. Apparently you’ve been flashing yours around like some kind of trophy and giving these kids the wrong idea. Just like you did as a kid. It didn’t matter how hard I tried to get you to understand, I never could get the concept through your thick head.”

“Don’t speak to me like that. And how dare you make these kids feel like they should be ashamed of…”

“It’s not about shame! It’s about reality, and realistic expectations, and not setting these kids up for failure. I don’t know how you fluked your way through to a leadership role Launchpad, but when the cards come down you’re just going to get somebody killed! You know, like you did Calvin. At least then you were a kid; you had an excuse. Not anymore.”

Launchpad’s chest heaved, but this time he didn’t feel like running. “You have no idea, do you? We only went down to the river that night because we had something to prove. If you’d encouraged us instead of bullying us in front of the other kids, just because we failed a couple times, we would’ve waited until we had a chance to try for the badge again. We were kids, it was the only way we thought we could get you to stop. But it was never what were were good at or not, it was always you. You were in charge, Jack. You had the power. And you just used it to make us fell like we were never good enough no matter what we did!”

“Wait, Calvin… he was the kid who drowned?” said Huey tentatively.

Launchpad swallowed hard. “Yeah. He jumped in trying to save me.”

“Oh, Launchpad,” said Dewey. “That’s not your fault.”

“Yeah, I know that now.”

“I’m… I’m going to give you a hug.” Dewey picked himself up and rushed back, but tripped as the still tied knot brought him up short. He smacked face first onto the bridge, sending it swinging wildly, then rolled right off the edge.

Launchpad’s heart caught. “Dewey!”

The rope jerked taut and Dewey swung by his ankle above the roaring water below. “Oh, um, now I really do need help?”

Launchpad rushed out onto the bridge. He grabbed at the rope and started hauling it up arm over arm.

“LP, I’m really sorry,” said Dewey as he was slowly raised. “We didn’t think this out at all. I should’ve got stuck up a tree or something.”

Launchpad gritted his teeth and hauled on the rope faster. “Heh. Don’t worry about that, buddy. No harm done.” Come on. Come on. Because despite Dewey’s calm, Launchpad could see the knot he’d been picking at slowly start to unravel.

“Woah, maybe slow down? I’m getting dizzy.”

Huey and Violet must have seen it too. They rushed out onto the bridge and leaned through the ropes, reaching out for Dewey as he neared.

A frown creased Dewey’s beak. “Seriously guys, I’m fine…”

Launchpad yanked up another loop of rope and swiped at Dewey’s ankle. The bridge bucked, and the rope slipped free. Dewey’s eyes widened, arm outstretched, then his back smashed into the water beneath and he disappeared. He was gone for a split second, then he resurfaced. “It’s okay… can… swim…” He choked off as a slosh of water slapped in the face and went down his throat, and then the current pulled him away.

Launchpad’s hands tightened on the bridge. No. Not this time. He slid under the rope.

“Launchpad, you idiot!” Jack yelled. “You’re not going to be able to…”

The rest of his words were lost as Launchpad slammed into the water below. The shock of cold bit at him. The current snatched at him. Yeah. Far stronger than it looked. There was no way he was letting Dewey brave this alone. He spluttered, and surfaced.

“Launchpad! Violet and I are going to get a rope down steam. You got to get out before the waterfall.”

Of course there was a waterfall. Launchpad saw a flash of blue ahead and struck out with strong strokes, not so much moving himself through the water, but keeping his head above it as the current propelled him along.

Jack was right; there wasn’t a swimming badge on Launchpad’s sash. But that didn’t mean he didn’t know how to swim. Six months after everything had happened with Calvin, and after he’d convinced his parents he did in fact want to return to Woodchucks now Mr Russell was gone, he’d earned it. He could still remember Ms H, who was much nicer than Mr Russell, congratulating him and pressing the badge into his palm.

He’d stared at the embroidered circled as tears filled his eyes. “I… I don’t deserve this.”

She’d got down on her knees and put her hands on his trembling shoulders. “Sweetheart, its okay. I get it. You don’t have to put it on if you don’t want to. The badge isn’t the important bit. You’ve still got the skill, and as long as you know that’s there whenever you might need it you don’t have to prove that to anyone else.”

Launchpad choked as a wash of water slapped into his face. Keeping his head above water became harder and harder as the current picked up. He spotted his friend ahead, clinging desperately to a rock. This close to the waterfall, roaring clearly ahead of them now, the water snatched at Dewey and he whimpered as his fingers slipped across the rough surface. Launchpad let a really vicious snarl of water grab him and hurl him towards the rock. He grunted as his shoulder slammed into it and pulled Dewey into his chest just as the boy’s numb fingers lost their grip.

“LP…” Dewey immediately grappled for Launchpad, his fingers digging like claws into his neck.

Launchpad spluttered as he was shoved under. He heaved himself up out of the water with one arm on the rock, and clutched Dewey to his chest with the other. He hauled them both up high enough they were no longer in danger of getting dunked and the force of the water wasn’t strong enough to pull him away. “It’s… it’s okay… I got ya.”

Dewey’s breath came in spluttering gasps. “Sorry… I… trying to make you look good…”

“I know.”

“It’s cold.”

Launchpad started to shiver as the ice water bit into his skin. “Hey, Violet and Huey are working on it. They’re going to get us out. Probably use maths or something. They seem to be good at that.”

“LP, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to do this to you… I didn’t know about your friend…” Dewey sniffed, and pressed his face against Launchpad’s neck.

“Right now I’m only thinking about you.”

A rope, attached to a short fat log, sailed out over them and hit Launchpad in the back. He grabbed it.

“Tie it to Dewey!” Huey yelled from the bank.

Launchpad untied the rope and looped it about Dewey’s waist. “You’re not going to drown,” he said, looking his friend right in the eye as his fingers automatically tied the knots he’d done a million times. “I won’t let that happen.”

“LP, look out!” Huey shouted.

A log spun down the river towards them. Launchpad jerked the knot tight about Dewey’s waist, then shoved him off towards the bank. He pushed his friend clear of the log, but it collected Launchpad across the middle, swept him off the rock, and dragged him under. The quickening torrent grabbed him, and suddenly Launchpad was back in the hell of breathless tumbling terror he’d found himself in as a child.

But at least he’d got Dewey out.

***

A long way below the waterfall, Launchpad pulled himself up onto the bank and heaved out a stomach-full of water. Clear of the torrent he gulped deep breaths, his head resting against his forearms, too heavy to lift.

It had taken every ounce of his strength to reach the bank. His body trembled with cold and exertion. He’d been tossed at the whim of the current, slammed into anything and everything. Even as an adult, as strong as he was, it had been terrifying. He’d thought there was no way he’d be able to save himself, right up until he’d felt the pebbles of the shore beneath his feet. He hadn’t drowned. But all he could think was how much scarier that ordeal would be for a child. How scary had it been for Calvin to fight to save himself in the darkness, and fail? Launchpad shuddered, and as he finally caught his breath his gulps for air became sobs.

“LP!” Huey skidded to his knees at his side. “Thank goodness, you scared us. Are you okay?”

“Dewey?” Was all he had the breath to say.

“It’s okay. We got him out.”

Launchpad whimpered and let his head drop back against his arms.

The pebbles crunched around him as the rest of his Woodchucks caught up with Huey. Launchpad felt small hands squeeze his arms and press against his back.

“Don’t worry, buddy,” said Huey. “Violet and I have everything under control. She’s called for help, and… all you gotta do is catch your breath.”

Chapter 5

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pandoraimperatrix · 3 years

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can you do sunflower for batcat? love your work!

Season 4 in the Hoe!Bruce arc.

And yeah, it’s smut.

Thank you for the request <3

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The night was always ending when a fight blew up. Tabitha and Barbara were nowhere to be found, just great, just perfectly great. Selina marched to where the commotion was centred, and, when she discovered it was a catfight between to wasted bitches over Bruce fucking Wayne, who was just standing there laughing, blood rushed to her head so fast it made her ears ring, anger taking the rest of her body in hot waves. She grabbed her bullwhip and with the help of the staff, ended the fight and declared the bar closed, sending everyone home or to fucking hell, she didn’t care.

But, when she came back, fuming, Bruce was still there, sitting on the bar, serving himself drinks as if he had any right.

“Why are you are doing this?” she teared the tequila cup off his hands and slammed it on the table, spilling most of it.

“Doing what?” he had the nerve to ask. “Partying? You used to tell me I didn’t know how to have fun. I know now, you are just jealous I’m not having fun with you.” He took her wrist and drank the remaining content of the cup.

“Urgh” she rolled her eyes and pulled her arm back. “You should slow down with the dope it’s turning you completely delusional.”

“Truth hurts, doesn’t it?”

“Oh please. Look, I don’t get it. Gotham is huge, why my place? You could be partying in your castle in Italy. You don’t need to be here.”

“Chalet in Sweden,” he smirked and drank directly from the bottle, “what if I want to be here?”

“Whatever, I’m just tired of cleaning up after you and your prissy whores. If you want to keep coming to the Sirens, you’ll have to behave yourself.”

He laughed, it sounded dark, fake, and not at all how she remembered his laugh when they were younger and sillier. When she’d tell him a joke so lame it was barely enough funny to be considered as such, but he would find hilarious and laugh so much she’d think he was laughing at her instead and they would fight. Seeing him there, so different, corrupted, broke her heart, but also made his pull over her grow twofold, curiosity and cats had always been a dangerous combination, and before Selina could stop herself she had stepped in closer.

“Make me,” he said looking down her body.

Selina tried to ignore the goosebumps that spread through her body by rolling her eyes.

“What? God, you are pathetic,” and deciding he didn’t deserve more of her attention, or maybe too afraid of how weird he made her feel now, Selina clicked her heels around, ready to leave him and that stupid conversation behind, maybe get someone to drag his ass out.

“Yeah, leave, that’s what you’re really good at.”

She stopped, grabbing the fabric of her tight skirt to conceal her shaking hands.

“What?” she managed to ask, her voice creaking, higher than the usual.

The air stood still, unusually dry. It felt just like their relationship, the once reliable ocean had disappeared.

“Forget it” he spat in a low voice.

“No,” she turned back, now it wasn’t only her hands, her whole body was shaking, “say it,” she dared him. “You started, now you’ll finish.”

He looked different. Gone was the stranger. The rich playboy that came to her bar night after night to party hard with a bunch of assholes. Who constantly pretended they knew nothing about each other so well she actually doubted. It felt like a weird collage of an old familiar face on a stranger’s body. Reality felt fragile, like time was folding in itself.

“You know what I mean,” his voice cracked, all his artifices dissolving, exposing him exactly how he was. Still very young, and so close, if she just reached, he could be hers again. “You left. Why do you think I-“

“I didn’t leave!” she shouted, months and months of hurt and frustration spilling out, and when she heard her voice she noticed she was crying. “You told me to go!”

He furrowed his brow, and it was so long since last time she saw that confused frown, that particular look of hurt. A wave of loss took her over, she faltered and he came closer, not yet touching her, but she could smell the booze, sweat, the sickling perfume of the girl he had been kissing in front of her just a while ago, past and present mixing, time became an illusion, and everything felt possible.

“So what?! I was hurt, I was…” he paused, covering his eyes with his palms, breathing hard before letting his arms fall and looking at her. “Selina, how many times before I ran after you like a kicked puppy after a fight? How many times have I humiliated myself for your attention? Your respect? And the one time, the only time I needed you to be the one to fight for me you just left.”

Selina didn’t know what to say, she just stood there gobsmacked, suddenly the whole world became this breakable thing and any move rehearsed by her would result in catastrophe.

But he still waited, his eyes begging for an answer, a reaction, anything. After a long while of silence, his shoulders fell, and he swallowed bitterly.

“And now you don’t even have anything to say,” he finally said. “What was I expecting? You are right, you always were, I am pathetic.”

Before she could think twice or plan otherwise, her lips were against his, and, after that, there was no return. Unlike the last time they had been themselves around each other, Bruce didn’t reject her. One hand pulled her flush against him by her waist, the other one went to her face, delicately, pushing her curls away and wiping her tears. She didn’t want to open her eyes never again, things had felt so wrong lately. She had been trying so hard to convince herself that she was better than ever. That she was making something of herself against all odds. But even after learning to apply shimmering makeup on her eyelids, everything around her looked lacklustre. Pointless. And part of herself hated how only on the lips of a asshole that treated her like shit sometimes and like she was his whole world in another, who was just five minutes ago cheering over two poor idiots ruining themselves for his attention, there, right there, she found meaning.

But they had to breathe eventually, and his lips left hers, his hot panting, thick with tequila, fanning on her face.

“Selina, look at me,” he pleaded.

She didn’t, but pushed him against the bar rail and kissed him again, now working to free him from his already half-buttoned shirt. Again, he didn’t deny her, reaching for her face as soon as his arms were free again, cupping it with both of his hands.

“Please,” he said ending the kiss with a peck and when her eyes remained shut, he sucked her earlobe earning a sob that was pleasure and despair in the same measure, “Selina, please.”

She fluttered her eyes open, and he smiled, and it looked so earnest, so relieved, so him, Bruce, her Bruce. Selina tried to kiss him again, and for a moment of terror and confusion she thought he would leave her, but he dove to kiss her neck instead, pushing the straps of her tank top and bra down her shoulder, unafraid of cup her breast as if it wasn’t the first time for them to be like that. She couldn’t help but wonder, if it was just result of practice using other girls’ bodies, or if he had just thought about it, about them, her, for so long it felt natural. She hopped it was the later, but as soon as she remembered about the other girls she was mad at him again, and pushed him away.

“What-“ despite not having a single drop of alcohol, she felt drunk, her brain fuzzy, maybe it was oxygen depletion, maybe her heart was beating too fast “are you think you are doing? I’m not…” she stopped again, sucking air in “if you think you can just-“ god what was wrong with her?! She couldn’t finish a single sentence. “I’m not like them,” she said finally, meaning the girls she had shunned off her club just a while ago. They held each other gazes for a while. Selina felt ashamed, especially because as soon as the last words left her mouth she noticed that she didn’t regret kissing Bruce, not at all, but she didn’t want that night to end like that either, she wasn’t ready to let him go after all he said.

Bruce looked confused, and still Bruce-like how he hadn’t been in such a long time. And that was scarier than if he had reverted completely to his new persona, because she never thought that asshole had anything to do with the meek boy who used to be her friend. But there he was, towering over her, shirtless and half-wasted, with lips swollen by her hungry kisses. Her Bruce. Not the stranger for who she had just second-hand embarrassment and disdain for. But the one whom she feared, for he had reign over her heart.

He approached her, and she didn’t avoid him. Bruce’s hands grabbed her waist, pulling her close again. He kept his gaze fixed on her eyes, and moved slowly when he inserted his hands under the hem of her shirt, sliding them up through her skin and pulling the fabric off her. Selina held her arms up to help him discard the piece of clothing, heat pooling down her navel.

“No, you’re not,” he finally said, and then rested his forehead against hers, sighing, “you… Selina, you have no idea.”

Deciding neither of them was exactly good at talking about feelings, Selina took his lips again, and Bruce seemed to agree they were done talking. His grip lowered and he hoisted her up, pulling her legs around his waist and guided them both back to the bar countertop, lying her down there while he kissed down her throat, sucking and licking her skin in a way she knew she’d have to hide the next day.

He continued his way kissing down her sternum and belly, while one his hands caressed her leg and the other one held hers. And it felt at the same time incredibly sweet having his fingers intertwined with hers, and hot while his large hand slid down her thigh. But then, he started fumbling with her skirt, unsure of how to take it off, Selina was momentarily brought back from her horny induced mind fog to giggle at his annoyance. Bruce looked up from the irritating fashion trap and smiled at her. Selina tuned around on the bar top, exposing her back zipper to him and looking at him over her shoulder. Bruce kissed the small of her back and pulled the zipper down, but before stripping her of her tight vinyl skirt, he used the opportunity to undo her bra too. Just a few moments after that, Selina was lying on her back again, only in her panties and high heels, under the gaze of a very turned on Bruce Wayne who was looking at her as if she was a very tasty meal that he had no idea of what start eating first.

Luckily for her, it didn’t take long before he decided to go straight for the main course.

“Fuck,” Selina moaned when without more wait, Bruce pulled her lacy thong aside and sucked her clit. She felt him smiling against her, and one little part of her wanted to kick him for being so smug, but the thought was fast forgotten when he continued doing miracles with that talented tongue of his. Her heaving and whimpering filled the empty club lounge, and Bruce chuckled when the orgasm hit her so hard, Selina’s involuntary spasms almost threw her off the surface of the bar top, making him hold her there until she calmed herself.

“Are you okay?” he asked her, whipping his mouth with the back of his hand.

Selina took a couple of breaths, before sitting up.

“Peachy.”

She pulled him closer by his belt, and then, looking straight into his eyes, she undid the buckle. He dove to kiss her, but she avoided his lips.

“Shhh,” she made, “I want to see.”

“What?”

“Your face,” and then her warm small hand was around him.

Bruce closed his eyes shut, his mouth opening in a silent moan when she started pumping.

“Does it feel good?” She asked, feeling unsure of what she was doing, he was so smooth and hard, but she was afraid her nails might hurt him.

He swallowed.

“Yeah.”

“Hmmm” she made, her free hand on his neck, thumb rubbing his skin there too. “Tell me what you like.”

He smirked, and reached for her face, pulling her for a kiss, sucking her bottom lip as he let her go.

“I like you.”

She let out a chuckle from the back of her throat.

“Right now, I’m sure you do,” she said, feeling brave enough to pump a little harder, Bruce moaned.

Selina then opened her legs wide and urged him to draw closer.

Bruce replaced her hand with his own and rubbed the tip of his dick on her wet entrance.

Selina’s chest was heaving and he looked up worried.

“Are you ready?”

She bit her lower lip and nodded. In a swift motion, Bruce slid inside. Selina shut her eyes hard, she expected pain but felt none, the sensation was unfamiliar, but not bad, not bad at all. Her nails broke the skin of his shoulders, and she felt Bruce’s breath close. She thought he was about to kiss her again, but he rested his forehead on her temple.

“Are you okay?” he asked, and she could hear the restraint in the tightness of his voice.

“Yeah,” she managed “B,” she called.

“Hm” he made, opening his eyes, they were so dark, she could barely see the blue.

“Kiss me.”

He smiled first, one hand holding her face sweetly, and then he did as asked, kissing her, slowly and meticulously, while his hips started moving. His free hand slid down her waist and went to her clit. The wave of the pleasure due to the double stimulation got Selina surprised making her break the kiss to cry out. Bruce then kissed her chin, and her throat, he was getting momentum, and his rhythm becoming erratic. Selina was holding him by his shoulders for dear life, her head hanging behind while she tried to match his trusts with her own, both of them desperate for release.

She locked her shins behind him and pulled him closer, hugging his neck. Bruce let go of her face and clit to slam his palms on the bar top to stead them both as he went harder against her, thanking his lucky stars when she started trashing again and pulled him with her over the edge of pleasure with another loud curse.

They were breathing hard when the world stopped spinning. Bruce pulled out, feeling like he had just given up something he’d miss badly for the rest of his life. Selina was speechless, her eyes still closed, legs still open, with their mixed fluids dripping from her. He never seen her more beautiful. But he knew well there was something very wrong. That was not how their first time should go. With him half drunk, still smelling like some other girl’s perfume, on a bar after a nasty fight. Well, the fight made sense. Every time he fantasied before about having sex with Selina it had a fight involved before the make up.

But this… This was all wrong. They didn’t make up, they didn’t fix anything. They only made it more complicated and if he had no idea of where they stood in each other’s lives before, now he was too afraid to ask even himself.

They heard noise of someone approaching and Selina opened her eyes wide in alarm, she jumped off the bar top on wobbly legs, looking for her clothing.

“Selina,” he tried, fixing his pants.

“Later,” she said, rapidly putting her top back on without even putting her bra first. “You need to go.”

She couldn’t find her skirt but started pushing Bruce towards the back door.

When they finally reached the back of the service area, and Bruce stepped outside, they notice it was already morning, and they frowned under the aggressive sunlight.

“Selina, plea-“

And to his surprise she pulled him for another kiss, it was hard and fast, and made him a little dizzy.

“Later,” she said, and closed the door on his face.

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if-found-return-to-gusu · 3 years

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Smoke and Soot

Things were tense. I made them tense. After the fire it was just….

I guess I’m just shit at handling stress? I used to think I was pretty good at dealing with stress but I’m starting to realize that I only thought that because I… wasn’t dealing with it.

My biggest problem… Well… One of my biggest problems… I don’t know… That is.

Urgh.

Okay

So my greatest goal in life is to be as small of an inconvenience as possible, apparently. I’ve been thinking about it this past couple weeks and it… informs like 90% of what I do. Especially when I’m stressed I guess. Or… indebted…. And compounding on that, I view every kindness as a debt I should repay. Everything is owed and nothing is free. And while I pay it back I will try not to incur more debt. Don’t be an inconvenience. Don’t take up space.

I… I don’t think it’s all because of how I was raised with the Jiangs because I was like that from the beginning… I don’t know what happened to me before then. As I mentioned before, I don’t remember. But I think sometimes I kinda… remember the feelings?

I mean it’s obvious that there are conditions from before that still affect me now. I have some scars on my leg and my arm - old and faded now. The one on my leg is clearer. Bite marks. At some point an animal attacked me. Dogs. I don’t remember the event but I still have the results. I’m terrified of them. Dogs. I can’t… I freeze and tremble. So I know the bites are from dogs. Even if I can’t remember the attack. But I have the scars. Both mental and physical.

And I wonder how many other scars, ones that I can’t see, really inform why I am the way I am.

Anyway. Not the point. I’m still opening the doors. The doors to my own problems that I kept sealed shut. I’ve had to dig up some keys. Forage through the brush to find them. Some keys have to be re-made. But I’m trying.

Not the point.

But anyway. I don’t know the why but I know the result. And the result is I don’t want to take up space.

And when I started living with Lan Zhan, that instinct kicked into overdrive. Like insane overdrive.

I think part of it was that I didn’t want to be a bother. I wanted it to be as life as usual for Lan Zhan. So I wouldn’t disrupt his life. He was doing so much for me by taking me in. By taking care of me. It felt like the least I could do to pay that back.

I know the flaw in that thinking. You have told me. Lan Zhan has told me. Wen Qing has told me. Everyone has told me. I get it. I get that the way of thinking is wrong. But I can’t help it. It’s how I think.

And I’ve gotten better. Especially where Lan Zhan is concerned.

BUt this was different. It was too much for me to really understand that there is no cost attached to it.

And I did NOT want that cost to be Lan Zhan. I didn’t want to lose him. I DON’T want to lose him. I…

Anyway.

The way this came out was with cleaning. Cleaning everything. I’ve mentioned before that Lan Zhan’s home is spotless. And I know that he prefers cleanliness. On my own I was… not clean. I mean not a pig sty but like my apartment was definitely lived in. There always seemed to be a couple dishes in the sink and some clothes strewn about waiting to be put away. Or art supplies or what have you.

But Lan Zhan… Lan Zhan is clean. He’s tidy. He puts things away when he’s done with them. He has a cleaning schedule. Like dusting and sweeping and mopping and like all that. And… I don’t know… I didn’t want to disrupt that. I didn’t want to make him clean up after me or like ruin his flow or whatever.

That was part of it.

A large part.

But the other part…. Sometimes even now….

I can smell the smoke on my skin. I can smell it on the things I’ve touched. Left behind like a stain. And… And I know it’s in my head. But it… doesn’t make it any less real to me.

I couldn’t stand the smell of the smoke. And I was afraid that… I don’t know that it’d tainted the things I’d touched. That Lan Zhan could smell it. That he’d resent me for it. That he’d want me to leave. To get away. To stop contaminating his home with my smoke.

……

Thinking about it now…. Maybe I’ve felt that way from before the fire… I’m a contaminant. A stain. Tarnish that needs to be buffed and polished away.

Huh….

Well…. Well anyway. Where was I. yeah. Okay.

So the reasons were there. The reasons were complicated. The reasons are STILL there and Still complicated. But the result was simple.

If I didn’t want to spoil things or stain them I just had to clean.

Everything.

Constantly.

I needed to scrub away the smoke. Especially… Especially in that spot.

If I think about it even now I can feel it. Smell it. Taste it. It burns my nose. Burns my eyes. Everywhere. The smoke was worse than the heat even. It was just… I couldn’t breathe. Truly couldn’t breathe. Even as I drew breath.

I… really never want to experience that again.

But I think…. Also the smoke might be a good thing? Because the fact that I can still smell it means I have to face it. I maybe am not dealing with it in the BEST way but at least I’m dealing with it. I’m not hiding from it and running anymore.

Which is new for me.

But… okay enough of my psychoanalyzing myself. That doesn’t really have to do with… the story? I guess?

What happened.

So I was cleaning. You know this. I know this. Lan Zhan DEFINITELY knows this.

At first it was just that spot. But as the smell spread so did my cleaning.

Like… I never left Lan Zhan’s place a mess, but like on our Saturdates I wouldn’t clean up immediately either. Like at the end of the day we’d pick up together. It was like a joint thing.

And when it was just a day or two for a few hours or whatever. Idk… it was fine. It was different. But now that I’m living here, always, 24/7 this is where I legit reside, I don’t know it was just not the same. He was doing me such a huge favor and I KNOW it had to inconvenience him. And it was temporary, but I didn’t want him to hate me at the end of it.

I didn’t want to derail his life. So I just… cleaned everything… right away. Always.

I think I went through a full bottle and a half of cleaner the first few weeks I was there. And soon that smell of smoke was replaced by chemicals.

Not. Better.

But I didn’t know what to do. I tried changing cleaners but that just made it worse.

But like I couldn’t stop. And I guess I didn’t realize how bad it was until Christmas Eve. And that was because Lan Zhan literally told me to stop.

I was home alone. Lan Zhan had gone out to get some supplies for SangSang’s party. And the smell came back. The smoke. From that spot.

It was… Normally it came back at night and it had lessened since I started sleeping in Lan Zhan’s room again. It’s hard to smell smoke when the sandalwood scent of his skin is just right there.

But the smoke always gets worse when I’m alone. Or it did…. Does? Less so now.

Ugh. I’m sorry it’s hard to get my thoughts in order on this. But anyway

The smell came back. Almost as bad as the first time. From the place I’d hid when I arrived after the fire. And so I started to clean it again. My hands were raw and it burned so bad but I couldn’t stop scrubbing. And scrubbing. And scrubbing. And scrubbing. And scrubbing. And---

Okay enough you get the point.

I’d meant to just clean it and move on but… I don’t know. I couldn’t stop or lost track of time or both I guess. But all of a sudden Lan Zhan was there.

I don’t think I’ve felt shame flood through my body quite so quickly as that before. I don’t even know why I was ashamed really. Like I guess on some level I knew I was being ridiculous. That it wasn’t necessary. That I was going too far in an unneeded extreme. I didn’t want Lan Zhan to know, but of course he knew. I’d seen him lighting more incense around the house to cover up the smell I’d left in my wake.

In trying to avoid the problem I had caused the problem I’d been trying to avoid.

Par for the course. Good Job Wei Ying. :/

I didn’t even hear him come home. I didn’t see him approach me. I didn’t realize he was there at all until I heard him call out to me and ask what I was doing.

I panicked then, which of course meant I gave him a big ol’ grin. (these grins never seem to work on him anymore. He knows me too well. Still, can’t help it.)

“Nothing!” I said, sounding WAY too cheerful even to my own ears. “Just cleaning!”

He pointed out that we had both already cleaned the night before. Or like the previous night? I don’t remember. Anyway we had just cleaned. Like normal cleaning. His routine. I helped.

But what could I do? I couldn’t admit I’d been cleaning religiously for weeks. I couldn’t admit that my hands were burned and cracked and not healing from the fire because of the scrubbing and the chemicals and just… everything. I couldn’t say that I felt so ashamed of being a soot mark against his life that I was trying desperately with everything I had to rub it clean. To rub myself clean.

I couldn’t admit even to myself what that really meant. I wasn’t something with soot on it. I was the soot. And if you rub out the soot, there is no more soot. I wanted to rub myself out. I wanted to erase myself.

I’ve wanted to erase myself for a long time, I think.

Not that I wanted to die. I just wanted…

I don’t know what I wanted. To not exist to begin with? Or just not as I am. Do… I want to be someone else? Or do I just want to be a better version of myself.

Because not all of me is bad. Sometimes I’m so arrogant. And cocky. And other times I just want to beat the shit out of myself.

But not all of me is bad.

Ugh…. self-identity and shit is just too complicated. Can we please just become ferrets? Ferrets seem cool. Let’s just be ferrets. When’s the last time a ferret had an identity crisis? Never! Because they’re ferrets.

Anyway.

I been caught. Lan Zhan could see where I was and what I was doing. He’s not stupid.

He took the cleaning stuff out of my hands and asked me what was really going on. Because obviously? Right?

So what could I do but admit to everything I just rambled on about not being able to admit to. Because when push comes to shove I can’t hide anything from this man. Not really.

So I told him… maybe not in so many words. But I told him that I know he cares about being clean. And that I didn’t want him to be upset to not living to that standard. That I didn’t want to inconvenience him.

He told me that he could never be upset with me. (Which isn’t true because he was upset with me trying not to make him upset but that’s dangerously close to a paradox so I’ll let it slide.)

He told me.

He said…..

He told me that he LIKES who I am.

And I could feel the weight of those words. It’s just…. I really believe that he meant to like… like the CORE of me. He LIKES who I am. He likes ME.

He has seen me. He’s seen me at my best and my worst. He’s dealt with it. My family drama. My fire. He’s been dragged into it all. And he has seen to the very depth of my soul.

And he’s decided that he likes it. That me. That core. He still likes me.

I don’t.. I can’t imagine why… but he does. And I believe him.

He took my hands (I had to try VERY hard not to wince because fuck they hurt.) and he pulled me so carefully to the couch.

And he sat down next to me.

And we talked. Well…. He talked. For once I was quiet (mostly) and just listened.

He told me about his uncle and how he was brought up in such a strict way. He told me that while he can’t change his own habits it’s just that- habits. Not expectations. And he very pointedly does NOT want house rules. After growing up with so many strict rules and punishments for breaking them. That isn’t what home should mean, he said. And so in his own home there were no such rules.

And then he said…

He said

That he wants to see the evidence that I was there. That he wants to come home and see traces of me.

And… I mean… Okay so I’d spent so long trying so hard to not leave a trace of myself, that I had never CONSIDERED that maybe he wanted to see those traces.

He mentioned that it was proof that… that the worst hadn’t happened. He… Apparently I really scared him. Or rather the thought of what COULD have happened scared him.

“This is your home too,” he said. “As long as you want it, it will be yours.”

I avoided jokes this time, though the urge was there. I was afraid of what he’d say if I said “Well then I guess you’re stuck with me forever then.”

But I don’t think I could have spoken anyway with the lump that had formed in my throat. So instead I threw myself at him. And he accepted me. He held me so close.

After a moment I managed to swallow that lump to tell him he was too good to me. Because he is. But he said that I deserve all the good.

Which made me laugh… but somehow.. It wasn’t that I didn’t believe him. I just… Hearing those words. From him. It was a release I hadn’t known I needed. So I laughed and just… held on to him.

He let me. He’s so patient. Always waiting for me.

So, I decided to share a bit more. It took a minute. With the words came the smoke. And once I said them he’d have to breathe it in.

But I did. Because… Lan Zhan wanted to share the burden with me. And I’m… I’m starting to be willing to let him.

I told him that I didn’t want to be a burden.

He shook his head, and I think he was going to say something else, but I kept going.

I breathed in deep. Smoke. I breathed out. Smoke. But he let me talk.

I told him about it. THe smoke. The smell. How it follows me. Everywhere I go. Everything I touch. Contaminated by smoke. I told him how it was especially strong in the corner where he’d found me.

And then this jackass absolute angel fucking specimine of a man just said that we should rearrange the room then.

Break away the association.

I tried to tell him that we couldn’t do that! The living room was how he wanted it and rearranging his life was specifically the thing I’d been trying to AVOID.

And so he JUST DEADLIFTED THE END OF THE COUCH WITH ME ON IT AND JUST STARTED MOVING IT!

WHAT THE HELL……..???????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????

FUCK.

I mean I was too devastated at the time to be horny but now??

Okay anyway.

So since it clearly didn’t matter what I had to say about it at that point, I decided I could at least help.

So we moved the room around. It didn’t take that long actually and the end result is actually rather nice. It ended up opening the living room up a bit more. And…

The selfish part of my heart….

It’s ours. Our living room. It’s arranged how WE want it. Because he asked for my input. And we’d try it. And if WE didn’t like it WE moved it again. Until it was how WE liked it.

And oh…. Oh…. We.

I like we.

And… I think we… WE might…. There’s a real chance…

We…

He asked me how it was after we finished. I breathed in deep. And smelled only Sandalwood.

“Better.”

He smiled at me and… The taste of smoke was replaced by the memory of the taste of him. That kiss that never should have happened. I just… I wanted nothing more than to repeat what had happened. I wanted him to press me into that couch and not let me up. I wanted….

You don’t need to hear my sick fantasies. You get the point.

I really really wanted to kiss him. And kiss him. And KISS him.

And… uh… well… turns out that my wish didn’t take TOO long to be granted actually….

Mmm…. maybe I should say this in order though. Because it happened at the party. And it was…. Well….. It wasn’t a KISS really. Like a KISS KISS. but it was still a kiss. And just… The longing hadn’t gone away. It hadn’t even dimmed since that first kiss that never should have happened. But this… this just made it 1000 times stronger. (I’m writing about Christmas now but it’s getting late. So I’ll just post this for now and finish the rest later)

#wei wuxian #lan wangji #wangxian #mo dao zu shi #the untamed #Long Post #(Modern AU!)#fic

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fandom-necromancer · 4 years

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Reluctant Jealousy

This was prompted by a lovely anon! Sorry again for being late, but this was really fun to write!

Fandom: Detroit become human | Ship: Reed900, Allen60

‘Hey, Nines, I’m heading out!’ The android smiled at the man’s call and stopped drying the dishes to go to the door and give Gavin a quick hug. They had just finished dinner and instead of their usual routine of watching a movie and relax from the day, Gavin had decided to spend the evening outside with some friends. ‘Have fun!’, Nines said with a grin. ‘Call me if you need someone to pick you up.’ ‘I will. Sorry to leave you with all this mess.’ ‘Don’t worry. I will enjoy a bit of piece and quiet’, he joked, but pressed a kiss to his forehead before watching his human enter an automated taxi and waving him goodbye.

Nines shook his head, glad that Gavin finally worked on getting to know new people. The Detective had admitted himself Nines had changed his stance at pushing everyone away, although he wouldn’t suddenly be the most social person either. It was a good development and it gave the android the opportunity to get a bit of work done without being distracted by his beautiful human.

It was late at night and Captain Allen wasn’t able to fall asleep. Sixty was lying next to him in motionless stasis. Allen had been able to fake a smile and reassure the android that all was fine, but now his worry didn’t leave him. He shouldn’t think like this. He should trust Sixty. He shouldn’t be jealous of something that could as well have an easy explanation. He should know that Sixty’s love was real and that there was no way he would ever do what Allen thought of. But he was only human. Logic sometimes lost to emotion.

He had watched Sixty drive off and had spent the evening reading and cleaning a bit. At that moment he had realised they were a bit short on groceries and that he could as well use the time to get some shopping done. It was in the parking lot that his heart missed a beat. Sixty was sitting at a small café, drinking coffee-flavoured thirium. Opposite to him, Detective Reed, the biggest asshole the police department could complain about, sat. They were spending time together. They had had fun, laughing and joking. It was normal. That was just a normal thing to do. Sixty could spent time with other people. Allen definitely didn’t want to be one of those partners that kept their significant other away from life if it wasn’t life with them. And… friends hugged sometimes, yes? That had been one of these friendly hugs, not one of… No. Sixty wouldn’t hide something like that from him. And Gavin… Wasn’t he with that new RK over there? RK900? What was his name? Hank had told him after a meeting that Gavin had found someone. Or rather that the new android took to him and stuck to him like fleas to a stray dog. Apparently saved him from loneliness if Hank was to be believed. That wasn’t a small thing to do. Was the infamous man that much of an asshole to throw it away? Was this RK900 fine with it?

No matter what the truth would be, Allen didn’t want to confront Sixty. He felt ashamed for thinking Sixty had betrayed him and he didn’t want the android to know he doubted him if it turned out to be just a friendly interaction. Then and there, he decided to pay the new android in the police side of the building a visit.

Nines looked up as someone approached his desk. It was break time and although most people were taking their breaks relatively flexible, Gavin always liked to be overly correct with his break. So if it wasn’t his partner, who would pay him a visit? Expecting Hank or Connor, he frowned as his scan turned back with a different result. ‘Captain Allen. That’s a surprise. What can I help SWAT with?’ The other looked nervous and Nines guessed they needed help with a risky mission. He knew they had Sixty over there, but well, the RK900 was the soldier unit, not the RK800. ‘Err… Yes… Hello. I don’t think we met before. You are the android that partnered up with Detective Reed?’ ‘Yes’, the android nodded. ‘RK900 unit, Detective Nines.’ ‘I’m sorry, I have to admit I’m here on a personal topic. Has Gavin mentioned Sixty lately?’ That confused Nines even more. ‘No, why should he?’ ‘Listen, I don’t want to ruin anything, I just worry, okay? Sixty and me… Well, we are in a relationship not that different to yours and Gavin’s I suppose, but… I’ve seen him with Gavin and I suppose they met more than just once. I don’t want to imply Gavin or Sixty betrayed us, but… well, I just wanted to ask if you knew anything.’

Nines immediate reaction to that would have been laughter and then a very angry “get lost”, but the Captain really looked concerned and from what he heard about the man he usually had been right with his gut feelings in the past. ‘Well, I don’t know more than you do. I didn’t know he met with Sixty. He just told me he met with friends when leaving and I support that. I don’t think he would lie to me. He knows he can share anything with me and he usually does, even if that means hours of arguing afterwards.’ That had Allen’s shoulders sag in disappointment and Nines’ eyes fell on the two persons coming out of the breakroom, each with one cup of coffee in hand.

Gavin had been surprised to meet Sixty during his break. Usually SWAT stayed on their side of the building except for missions or when their coffee-machine broke. That had been how they initially met, the android cursing heavily trying to figure out how theirs worked. It was an old one that was quite stubborn if you didn’t know how on what side to put some pressure so it would close correctly. Gavin had planned to wait it out amused by what he had thought to be Connor struggling. But those curses were nothing like the occasionally boring “shit” from the puppy-eyed tin-can. No, the creativity of those rivalled his own. So, on his mission to hand the title of having the least friends in the precinct to officer Person, he decided to help out.

After that they got to know each other outside of work and it turned out neat. Although he was an android, Gavin concluded he wasn’t that bad. Especially as the RK800 had been predisposed to become a Connor and ended up being so much more of a Gavin is almost seemed impossible. Sixty even was better, resorting to more intelligent ways to phck people over than he could have ever imagined.

So it had been a pleasant surprise to meet the android here. ‘Coffee-machine broke again?’, Gavin chuckled, seeing Sixty expertly hitting, then pressing the right spot to let the compartment slide in perfectly smooth. ‘Oh, hi Gavin! No, Allen just wanted to speak to someone. Why he didn’t email is beyond me, but hey, got to see the boring side of the building again.’ ‘Heh, as if your side was that different.’ ‘Well, we don’t have you or Connor, so…’ Gavin laughed, elbowing the machine lightly, as there would be no give at all. He had made that mistake once and ended up with a pretty bruise. Never again. The coffee was finished and Sixty began pouring a cup. ‘You want one too?’ ‘The day I don’t want coffee, I’m dead’, Gavin chuckled, but nodded a thanks. ‘Should get back to Nines, he doesn’t take kindly to being left with the boring stuff.’ ‘Yeah, I bet he does. “Hey, Sixty, you are so much faster with that, why don’t you do it?”’ He laughed, shutting down the perfect voice imitation of his partner. ‘Maybe because I want a challenge for once? By the way, where’s he? Can’t take that long to speak with someone.’

They left the breakroom and froze, as they saw both their partners talking to each other, looking… Well, not happy at all. They looked at each other, before continuing walking towards the desks. Meanwhile Allen had turned and under Nines watching eyes, Gavin suddenly felt even smaller.

‘Err… What’s that all about? SWAT need something?’, the human tried to play it down as both of them stayed quite. ‘Gav, I-‘ ‘Sixty,-‘ The two looked at each other, then Nines continued. ‘To be plain, we just wanted to ask what is going on between you two. Because whatever it is, we would like to know.’ ‘What the-‘, Gavin begun, but Sixty didn’t let him speak, his voice sounding surprised an more than just a bit angry: ‘Are you two idiots really thinking we are dating?’

There were a few minutes of silence then, until Allen spoke up hesitantly. ‘Well, I saw you meeting Gavin in a café while shopping and you kind of hugged and-‘ ‘People can hug for fucks sake! Doesn’t mean I end up in bed with… urgh…’ ‘I know! I know, it was just that-‘ ‘Joseph. I love you more than anything on this world. That will never change. Gavin is just a very competent Detective and it’s fun to be around him. We are just friends. I would never betray you. And I am most definitely not dating Gavin.’ He quickly turned to the Detective apologetically. ‘Sorry, man, just… no.’ Gavin lifted his hands in defence. ‘Hey, dude, same. I don’t want anyone but Nines. Just, hey, babe, please understand, my ego can only take so much praise until I have to ground myself around assholes like me. I will always be yours, because I am safe with you and you care. We are just friends, nothing more.’

‘And I am happy for you’, Nines was quick to reassure. ‘It was just that the Captain was worried and normally has a really good take on situations and…’ ‘This has been a huge misunderstanding then’, Allen sighed. ‘Sixty, I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have doubted you.’ ‘Joseph, it’s fine’, Sixty said calmly. ‘I mean I guess I could have told you, just didn’t thought is was that important.’ Although the situation had been resolved and all parties were reasonably relieved now the atmosphere of awkwardness hung over them and Gavin really didn’t want that feeling to linger. So, he took initiative and suggested: ‘Hey, maybe we could just forget this happened and next time, we meet all four? Could be fun?’ Allen was the first to agree, happy to take the attempt of getting back to normal. ‘That’s a great idea. I mean, Nines, we never met before, so this may be a better way to get to know each other instead of overthinking our partners’ life decisions.’ That made the android smile. ‘As long as Sixty isn’t as nerve-wrecking as Connor, I’m in.’ ‘Did you just insult me?’

#detroit become human #dbh #Reed900 #Gavin Reed #RK900 #Allen60 #Captain Allen #Sixty #RK800-60 #Connor from the background: Heard you talkin shit #I'm late because I finally could talk with a friend again isolation sucks #thank fuck for the internet #Also sorry my answer to a love triangle always is OT3 #why so much drama when you can have double the love and fluff?#Look at them awkward boios #Also Gavin seeing Sixty curse and thinking Friend material is super funny to me #stop rambling now

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chuffyfan87 · 4 years

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Growing Pains. Part 2a

Cowritten with @disastrousintention. Trigger warnings for discussion of abuse.

-x-

Luckily for Charlie and Duffy they both got a lie in on Boxing Day. At least until half seven, when the two youngest boys woke up and clambered into their parents' bedroom and under the covers with mum and dad. Laughing that they were both naked and repeatedly shouting boobies and willy.

"Morning boys." Duffy sighed, a blush colouring her cheeks as she tried to grab for her dressing gown without getting out from under the duvet.

Charlie groaned, “Boys, boys. Ssh.” He shook his head fondly. “Can mummy and daddy get dressed first?”

"Can we watch cartoons?" Oli asked.

“Yes. But not for long, ok?”

"Yay!" Paul yelled as he bounced out the bed, knocking the duvet half off the bed in the process.

"Paul!" Duffy gasped.

“Sorry mummy!” He called as him and Oli went back to their room.

Charlie rolled over and kissed Duffy’s ear, “Remind me next time to lock the door.” He whispered.

"You are utterly hopeless sometimes!" She rolled her eyes, her hands on her hips.

“Hmm. I know.” He yawned, “I don’t know about you but I’m exhausted.”

"Actually despite your best efforts to keep me awake with your snoring I had a great night's sleep." She replied smugly.

“Glad...” He yawned again before continuing, “...one of us did.”

"You were asleep before I was." She replied, her eyebrow raised. "You sure you're OK?" The worry was creeping back into her voice again.

“Yes.” He smiled and kissed her tenderly. “I’d tell you if I wasn’t.”

"Promise?"

“Promise.”

"Love you." She smiled, giving him another kiss.

“Love you too.” He smiled against her lips.

"We could just let the boys watch cartoons for a while longer and get back into bed..?"

“Hmm, we could.” He yawned again and cuddled her.

"Get back into bed. I insist!" She giggled.

“Yes boss.”

She stuck her tongue out at him.

He licked her tongue playfully before getting back into bed.

"You're weird!" She giggled, pulling a face at him as she joined him in the bed.

“Maybe.” He laughed gently and stroked her hips.

"You're supposed to be resting!"

“I am.” He laughed gently.

"Hmm..." She replied, not totally convinced.

“I’m just touching.”

"And we both know what touching leads to..." She smirked.

“Fucking?” He smirked.

"Go to sleep!" She was attempting to be stern with him but couldn't stop her body from reacting to his familiar touch.

He smiled, “I will.” He stroked her hips again and rested his head on her shoulder. He went back to sleep easily.

Duffy watched her husband sleep for a while before falling asleep herself.

Forty minutes later, Charlie woke up in a bit of discomfort. He rubbed his chest.

Duffy kept glancing over at Charlie as they began the military style operation to get all the kids ready for the trip to their gran's for the day.

Just as they were leaving, Charlie pulled Duffy to the side. “I don’t want to worry you but...”

"But..?" She asked, the worry clear on her face.

“I’ve been getting niggles in my chest.”

"I knew it! Charlie!"

“I don’t want to worry you. It’s hopefully and probably nothing.”

"You should get it checked out." She insisted.

“I will. I just don’t want you to panic.”

"With your history? Are you going to go now?"

“We’ll go to your mum’s first. I don’t want to worry the kids.”

"Because you keeling over at mum's won't concern them at all..." She replied sarcastically.

“You’re so sarcastic.” He squeezed her bum playfully.

"Charlie..!" She warned, though her voice wasn't as stern as she would've liked.

“I will go once the kids are with your mum.”

"Peter has his car. I'm sure his brothers would happily get in with him. Then I can drive the girls and the youngest boys in my car."

“Are you sure?” Charlie asked. “I don’t mind going to your mum’s and making sure you’re all there.”

"I'd rather you went straight to the hospital if you're not feeling well. Once I've dropped the kids off at mum's I'll head over to join you."

Knowing he wasn’t going to win the argument, Charlie agreed to go straight to the hospital.

It ended up taking Duffy much longer than she anticipated before she joined Charlie at the hospital. Her mum had insisted on asking lots of awkward questions despite the fact that Duffy was trying desperately to downplay the seriousness of the situation in front of the children. So by the time she reached the department she was stressed and deeply concerned.

Charlie was sat in a cubicle, fiddling with his wedding ring. He hadn’t wanted to worry Duffy or the children either. He looked up at the sound of her boots clattering against the floor before the curtain flew open. “Babe, I’m fine.” He told her, attempting to reassure her.

"You sure?" She asked, slightly out of breath, raking one hand through her hair as the other grabbed for his notes that lay on the end of the trolley.

He watched her, “They're private and confidential you know.” He smirked.

"And I'm a nurse so I'm allowed to read them." She shrugged, flashing him a mischievous grin.

He patted the bed space in front of him. “Pulse is a bit high.”

"So I see." She replied as she jumped up to perch on the bed.

“I haven’t told them what happened.” He smiled, rubbing her thigh.

"What do you mean? You're supposed to tell them everything so they can accurately diagnose what's wrong!"

“I can’t tell them,” he blushed.

"Since when were you so shy? Do you want me to tell them instead?"

He looked at Duffy and shook his head, “I’ll tell them...”

"Thank you." She sighed. "I told the kids you'd been called into work and that you needed me to give you a hand too."

“Thank you.”

"What am I going to do with you eh?" She stroked her thumb across his cheek.

“I don’t know."

"Do you want me to go get the doctor so you can tell them the truth this time? Who's treating you? Zoe or Dylan?"

“Dylan.”

"And you were too scared to tell him the truth? I would have understood a bit more if it had been Zoe, but Dylan? Really?"

“It’s embarrassing.”

"Its not the first time its happened."

“I know.” He sighed. “I’ll be honest with him.”

"Thank you. You may just need to adjust your medication. It's nothing to be ashamed of."

“I know.” He squeezed her hand.

She lent back slightly, resting on her other hand. "Not quite how I envisioned spending boxing day..." She mused.

“Me either.” He sighed. “I’m sorry that my dodgy ticker is giving us jip again. At least this time we had sex.”

"True. It could have been worse. The way you were pounding me against that wall I'm surprised I didn't catch my head and end up having a fit." She joked darkly.

“Shit! I never thought of that.” He rubbed the back of his neck. “Sorry.” He said sheepishly.

"I was teasing you. You don't have the force in you for that."

He stroked her cheek. “Right pair we would’ve been. One heart attack and one seizure due to a rough fuck against the bedroom wall.” He began to laugh.

"The kids would have gone ballistic." She replied, joining in his laughter.

“Duffy?”

"Charlie?" She replied with a grin.

“I love you.” He ran his thumb over her lower lip.

She kissed his thumb lightly.

He met her gaze and just held it for a while.

They were eventually interrupted by Dylan clearing his throat awkwardly.

“I need to be honest with you, Dylan.” Charlie began as he looked up.

After giving Duffy a small nod of acknowledgement Dylan placed his fists on his hips and waited for Charlie to continue.

“My chest pain started last night, when Duffy and I were... having sex...”

"I see... And you waited til now to come in?" Dylan asked, his voice remaining neutral, the quirking of his right eyebrow the only clue that he disapproved of Charlie's decision.

“I thought I’d be ok after a sleep. Thought it was because of how rough we were. But the pain's still been there throughout the morning.”

"You have had a previous heart attack and other issues. It would have been prudent to come in sooner."

“I know. I was a bit embarrassed actually.” Charlie admitted.

"You could have attended St James'."

“I could have. But I know I have one of the best departments in Holby.”

"Indeed. I'm going to reassess your test results now I have a more accurate understanding of events. I suggest in the interim that you both consider a more appropriate hobby." Dylan stated before turning and leaving the cubicle.

“But having sex is a fun hobby to have, Dylan.” Charlie replied back.

Dylan just shook his head in response as he walked away.

Duffy couldn't help but giggle. "Well... That went well..!"

“Urgh. I don’t think we’ll find a new hobby to participate in.”

"I wonder what he considers an appropriate hobby..." She mused, still giggling.

“Dog walking, probably.”

"I have always enjoyed the great outdoors..." She smirked.

“Oh I know.” Charlie smirked.

"I doubt that's what he'd have in mind though..."

“Do you remember that stunt we pulled when Paul was about a month old?”

"You mean the time we nearly got caught by the police?"

“Yes.”

"We really have gotten into some scrapes together!" She giggled.

He laughed, “Yes we really have.”

"We bring out each other's naughty side."

“You’ve always brought out my naughty side.”

"Oh I'm to blame am I?"

“My dirty mind is to blame.”

"You've always had a dirty mind." She ran her fingers through his thinning hair. "You feeling any better?"

“Yes, darling, I am.” He smiled.

"That's good. Hopefully they'll let you go home soon."

“I hope so. It’s awfully boring as a patient.”

#chuffy #charlie fairhead #charlie and duffy #lisa duffin

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magioftheseas · 5 years

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Saccharine

Summary: Junko gives Matsuda (poisoned) chocolate and Kamukura eats it. Komaeda is given too much chocolate by his classmates. Matsuda wonders about the three of them. TDP-verse. I guess.

Rating: G

Warnings: Mentions of hospitals/medical stuff. Junko poisoning chocolate in the background. Matsuda’s language.

Notes: I wanted to write something short and sweet for Valentines Day and this is what I came up with. It just kind of...ends so I guess it’s in the style of one of my ficlets, just considerably longer. Still only about 2K tho. I’ve had this idea for a while and it’s cute, they’re cute, so I was just like “eh let’s go for it”.

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“Spit it out.”

“Nnn...”

“FUCKING SPIT IT OUT!!!”

“Nnnnnn.”

“DO YOU WANT TO FUCKING DIE, YOU IDIOT?!”

Matsuda cursed colorfully, squeezing the other’s face harder and still getting nothing more than that impassive expression and a rigid, stubbornly shut mouth. It was definitely, abso-fucking-lutely like dealing with either a stubborn toddler or a dumb, misbehaving animal.

“For fuck’s sake, Kamukura,” he hissed, digging his thumb into the corner of that stupid, stubborn mouth. “Come on. Spit it out or else.”

Kamukura, just to spite him, swallows. Matsuda, actually taken aback, flinched with a sharp gasp. And then, he smacked Kamukura hard upside the head. Kamukura was barely affected, as per usual.

“I do not know why you are so concerned,” Kamukura says simply. “I am immune to most poisons.”

“It’ll still make you SICK, you fucking idiot!” Matsuda screeched. “Also—what kind of fucking dumbass knowingly eats poisoned chocolate anyway?!”

Kamukura hums, rubbing his cheeks, at least.

“I was curious as to what she could concoct.”

“She’s not out of the fucking fire, either,” Matsuda grumbled before spinning Kamukura around and shoving him forward. “Come on. We’re going to the hospital.”

“Matsuda Yasuke, that will be unnecessary.”

“Did I fucking stutter, asshole?” Matsuda gave another harsh shove. “Rather than talking back like the little bitch you are, you’re going to be formulating ten-page apologies to me for the fucking trouble you’ve caused.”

“Mm...” Kamukura moved, at least. “Very well, then.”

Matsuda rolled his eyes and kept on pushing for his own sake, grumbling as he did.

Seriously, what even the fuck was that?

The worst part is that he knows how much of a fucking nightmare it’ll be telling Junko off later.

I usually just toss her chocolates because I know better but the one fucking time I neglected to do so... Dammit, did that bitch plan this or what?!

God, Matsuda was so angry he wanted to scream. But he needed to hurry because the last fucking thing he needed on his head was Ultimate Hope getting sick in the middle of the damn hallway on his watch.

Urgh. This week is already off to such a shit start.

It only makes him feel a little bit better when Kamukura is in a more sullen than usual mood afterwards. He’s only slightly relieved that in the end, Kamukura wasn’t all that affected by whatever the shit Junko cooked up. But he couldn’t take risks and thus, the poison had to be extracted and thoroughly filtered out, which was never a pleasant experience.

It was Kamukura’s own damn fault. Just what the hell was he thinking?

The scientists say that his thinking goes beyond human comprehension, but I can’t help but think he’s just—a fucking idiot.

Still, with how Kamukura was pouting, Matsuda supposed he felt a little bad. But only a little.

“If you wanted chocolate that fucking badly, I could’ve given you one from one of the reserve girls,” he sighed, shaking his head. “And if you were that damn curious about Junko’s then we could’ve gotten it analyzed. You really, really shouldn’t have just eaten it.”

“What would you have done with it if I hadn’t?” Kamukura asked. “Would you have simply tossed it in the trash?”

“Uh... Obviously?” Matsuda made a face. “Did you think I’d eat it out of obligation? Like fucking hell?”

“You have done unreasonable things for her before,” Kamukura pointed out and—ouch. That stung a little.

Probably because it’s true. Urgh. But...

“I wouldn’t let her poison me,” he muttered. “I’d draw a line there.”

“I see...so you do draw lines...”

“Everyone has limits, dipshit. People aren’t absolute in anything.” Yes, people are always capable, but... Seriously? Is that really what he thinks of me? Gross... I feel so gross... “I mean...”

“They say love has no limits,” Kamukura said. “That when someone is important to you that there is nothing you will not do for them.”

“Yeah... That’s a load of bullshit. No one’s actually like that.” A pause. “Oi. Are you seriously curious about that? Love?” Matsuda cringed. “I don’t love Junko. Not like that. I don’t love anyone. Not... Like that.”

Disgustingly, he can’t help but get a little flustered about it.

It’s the fault of this shitty consumerism holiday.

“Boring,” Kamukura said.

“Yeah,” Matsuda agreed lowly, head ducking further. “Super boring.”

But I guess at least I get free chocolate out of it... Even if it’s going to backfire when I refuse to buy anyone candy for White Day.

Kamukura seemed rather quiet, which wasn’t unusual and his expression was unreadable as always. His stride didn’t change, nor his posture—Kamukura Izuru really made for a convincing robot with human skin.

He might as well be that.

And yet, Kamukura just ate up chocolate that he left lying on his office desk like a child. Or a dog. Maybe a cat.

Cats are way cuter, though. But...

“If you weren’t such a weird damn cryptid who only lurked in the shadows, I’m sure you’d be given your own chocolate,” Matsuda said, huffing as he folded his arms back. “But I bet you would’ve stolen mine anyway, huh? Jerk.”

“Boring,” Kamukura repeated. “Obligation or affection—I have no need for such frivolities.”

“It’s consumerism, not necessity,” Matsuda replied. “It’s supposed to be frivolous.”

Although, sometimes there’s good chocolate to be had. Murasame has surprisingly good taste.

“Boring. So boring.”

“Yeah, yeah. Geeeez.” Matsuda groans. “God, what can even be done about you?”

And then, this happened.

“Matsuda-kun! There you are! Oh.” Komaeda’s once bright smile comes crashing down like weights from a snapped cable. “Kamukura-kun.” For what it’s worth, Komaeda does manager another smile, albeit one that’s stiff with unenthusiastic formality. “Greetings to you as well.”

“We don’t have an appointment today,” Matsuda said, unimpressed. “Don’t fucking tell me that your jackass classmates chased you away again.”

Komaeda shook his head with a laugh.

“Oh, no, no.” His shoulders shake and Matsuda realizes that Komaeda is holding something behind his back. “Um. I actually just got embarrassed and before I knew it, I ended up here, aha!”

Embarrassed? Hah?

Before Matsuda could ask, Kamukura speaks up.

“You were mortified by simple obligation chocolate? Is that really all it is?”

Ah. Komaeda flinched as Matsuda’s lashes lowered. So they offered him that, at least. And this guy—was still taken aback.

“U... Um...” Komaeda is still flustered, too, shifting and shuffling awkwardly. “Earlier, the girls got together and made chocolate for the class... And they didn’t forget me... I was so happy but also so ashamed for causing them such trouble...”

“Oi, oi.” Matsuda strides forward, reaching out and pulling at Komaeda’s cheeks. “Just because it’s called obligation chocolate doesn’t mean they were held at fucking gunpoint or whatever. You have no reason to feel bad, dumbass.”

Komaeda whined as he pulled.

“B-But...! Someone like me...!”

“I’ve met your fucking class, Komaeda,” Matsuda hissed. “You’re in the higher tiers, at least.”

“N-No way!”

“Haaaaah? You calling me a liar?”

“N-No!” Komaeda gasped, aghast at the thought. “N-No, no...! I... I-I... Uuu...”

Matsuda let go of him, grumbling and crossing his arms.

“Just fucking accept the damn chocolate. It’s free so what are you complaining for? You’re rich so I doubt money for White Day is even remotely an issue.”

“Aha... Haha... Receiving anything from someone like me might just be...” Komaeda trails off. “Gross...”

“You really are boring,” Kamukura remarked. “Your self-deprecation follows such a predictable and unrelenting cycle. Does it not get exhausting?”

Komaeda twitched, clearly a little irritated with how his brow pinched even as that smile remained.

“...I don’t really like sweets,” he went on, ignoring Kamukura entirely. “And they gave me quite a bit. I was thinking I’d share it with Matsuda-kun.” A pause. “But I guess Kamukura-kun can have some, too. If he wants, of course. Oh, right, Kamukura-kun doesn’t want anything.”

Matsuda snorted. Komaeda turned away with a huff, finally looking like the prissy elite he was.

...it should piss me off, but when it’s Komaeda...

“I will take some, then.”

“E-Eh?!” Komaeda jolted. “W-Wait, seriously?!”

Kamukura just took one of the chocolates from him.

“Thank you, Komaeda Nagito,” he said coolly, to Komaeda’s sputtering face. “It will be boring, I am sure, but I do appreciate it, all the same.”

“B-Buh...!”

“I guess I’ll take some, too,” Matsuda said, shrugging as he plucked up his own. “Did they give you any dark chocolate?”

“Oh, um...” Komaeda hesitates, looking down at what remained. “Actually this is...dark. Yes. I ended up with all three types.”

“Then you can keep that,” Matsuda said before turning to Kamukura. “Oi, if what you grabbed was white chocolate, you have to switch with me, got it?”

“Boring.”

“I’m taking that as an ‘understood’. Dick.”

Komaeda’s lips twisted, but Matsuda pulled him towards the patient bed so that he could sit with them, with Matsuda in-between. Komaeda blushed a little at their shoulders touching but Matsuda and Kamukura, of course, were pretty unaffected.

Externally, at least, Matsuda thought irritably. Internally, on the other hand...

It’s aggravating how he was just a little flustered at how Kamukura nibbled at his chocolate, at how Komaeda ended up chuckling before unwrapping his own.

“It’s nice,” Komaeda said. “Being together like this. It’s almost like we’re a trio of friends! Oh, but someone like me isn’t deserving of someone like Matsuda-kun as a friend.” Pause. “Also I don’t really want to be friends with a false hope like Kamukura-kun.”

“So boring,” Kamukura hummed.

“That poor attitude doesn’t help,” Komaeda huffed. “Matsuda-kun’s prickliness is cute, but you’re so dreary, Kamukura-kun.”

Matsuda nearly fucking choked.

“E-Excuse me?!”

“I didn’t say anything,” Komaeda said innocently.

“Ugh.” To forget about it, Matsuda just began wolfing down chocolate. It was sickeningly sweet. Enough to make him puke. He couldn’t get enough. “This actually isn’t half-bad. Fuck.”

“It is mediocre,” Kamukura said, popping the rest into his mouth. “However... It was made with enthusiasm.”

“Don’t fucking talk with your mouth full,” Matsuda snapped before swallowing. “That’s just rude.”

“Ahahaha...” Komaeda’s smile fades. “This really is nice.”

What’s up with that face?

Komaeda doesn’t elaborate. The one damn time Matsuda is half-itching to hear the other ramble at unnecessary length. It might be a sign of the dementia treatment working wonders in giving Komaeda a sliver of restraint and self-control, but—Matsuda couldn’t help but be seriously annoyed at how clearly deep in thought Komaeda is.

But I could probably figure it out if I really wanted to. And why should I care? I’m this kid’s babysitter, not his best friend. For him and Kamukura both... I really have my hands full...

For not the last time, he wonders if things will really be alright.

Not just for my sake but... For these two, as well. When we all graduate, will we still be together like this? Shit, gross, that’s so...sentimental.

Matsuda shook his head and finished up his chocolate.

“...so sweet it’s sickening,” he mused. “Just how I like it.”

Komaeda giggled.

“Maybe I should make you chocolate... Oh, but if I did that, you’d get food poisoning for sure.”

“Then Kamukura would love it,” Matsuda huffed. “So make some for him if you do.”

Kamukura perked up at that.

“...Komaeda Nagito’s cooking skills are incomprehensible.”

“I-I’ll look up how to make it on the internet, first,” Komaeda grumbled, a little red-faced. “I still don’t approve of your existence, Kamukura-kun, but I would rather not make you sick.”

“If you want to get your stomach pumped again, be my guest,” Matsuda said coolly.

“You really shouldn’t, though!” Komaeda exclaimed. “That’s just an unpleasant experience, Kamukura-kun!”

“...I am aware.”

“Then you really shouldn’t do it!”

After we’re done at Hope’s Peak—I wonder what’s going to happen to us?

“You both,” Matsuda said, rolling his eyes. “Are really fucking noisy.”

I guess I wouldn’t mind continuing to look out for them.

“You both really need me, after all,” he added, with that thought in mind.

Kamukura huffed, but Komaeda jumped at that.

“E-Eh?!”

#MatsuKamuKoma #yasuke matsuda #nagito komaeda #izuru kamukura #MatsuKamu #Magi fics #I actually don't write a lot of stuff in the TDP setting but that's because it's just confusing to me even if I actually really like TDP #for the most part #but anyway my OT3 is a good OT3 #sorry hinut #love you tho

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pnf-lover98 · 5 years

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DBH fanfiction - Cole Anderson

February 5th 2039,

10.00 pm.

“I won” Connor announced, disposing his cards down on the table.

Hank threw his ones away with a groan. “Urgh! You’re just a lucky bastard!”

“This result has nothing to do with luck, Hank”. The robot patiently picked up the cards, forming a tidy pack. “I’m afraid my android memory helps a little too much in this sort of games”

“You cheated!”

“Do you want a rematch?”

Hank took a moment to think. “No. You’d just cheat again. Let’s do something else.”

“Ok. Is there something in particular you’d like to do?” Connor asked, and the other shrugged in reply.

“...We coukld always talk”, the android suggested.

“About what?”

“About all of my questions you’ve been avoiding to answer this week”

The old man crossed his arms at the android’s suggestion, staying silent.

They’d been knowing eachother for a while, now, but Hank’s nature was still protective toward his secrets. Those past days, the lieutenant had fallen into another wave of sadness, and Connor wanted to help. Hence, all of his unanswered questions.

Connor didn’t want to let go, not yet,

“Do you know what happens when androids touch and their hands turn white?” the young detective asked.

Hank was taken aback from this qustion. “What the...?”

“They interface, allowing both of them to see eachother’s memory. They can literally see through eachother’s eyes” Connor answered, explaining. “They can feel exactly what the other felt, and so they know how to help their firends.”

Seeing that Hank was still not replying, sitting there with his arms crossed, the android proceded to explain to him the reason behind his question; “The problem is, Hank, that I am an android and you are a human. We cannot interface, nor see eachother’s memories”

Hank still didn’t reply, but the expression on his face shifted. He could see now where the kid was going.

“I really want to get to know you, but I don’t know how to do that unless you tell me more about your world. For example, I’d like to know what Cole was like as a person, how do you feel, or what’s going on inisde your mind.”

“Why the hell can’t you leave me alone?” Hank replied, annoyed at all those way too personal questions.

“Because we’re friends, and aside from the fact that I want to know you, I really think talking things out would help”, Connor tried to convince him, with his usual patient behaviour.

But hank felt Connor’s insistance as a violation of his personal space, so, after a long silence, the man waved the discussion off declaring that it was time to get some sleep.

His friend, innerly sighing in defeat, prepared his stasis protocols to launch for the night.

That day had been a pretty energy-consuming one, so Connor needed to charge his battery as well. Good thing he’d brought his charging equipment with him.

That night, almost at 4 am, a group of anti-android fanatics broke into the DPD station, managed to neutralize the human agents and to damage the android units.

Connor had intervened, and disbanded the group of intruders. Three of them were now under arrest, the others still on the loose.

Hank offered Connor to live in his house until all that mess would have been solved; the police station was no longer a safe place for him to stay off duty.

Connor attached his charging equipment to the wall plug and then to himself. After he wished Hank goodnight, the android entered his sleep mode.

After a while, Hank entered the room to check up on his friend. The human found himself staring, suddenly reminded of the young man's true nature; Connor was laying down on the couch, eyes closed and a relaxed position, legit looking like he was asleep like any human, but that cable sticking out of him revealed his being a machine.

It felt so odd...

But whatever Connor was, he was still the only one to really care about Hank.

“I really think talking things out would help”

- - - - -

The old lieutenant really did think about the android's words. He thought about it that night and all through his next morning's shift at the DPD.

In the afternoon, the two friends were once again hanging out at Hank's house.

“Hey, connor” Hank called for the android, who immediately turned to face his friend. “I...I thought about what you said yesterday” the man said, then gestured for Connor to follow him as he turned around, walking towards the garage.

The robot tilted his head slightly, and followed Hank without saying a word. He stopped on the doorway and watched as his friend picked up a box, among the many others in the room, and walked back to the living room.

Hank sat on the couch, placing the box on the small coffee table in front of it. Connor sat down next to him, analyzing the frame of the cardboard box.

-Processing Data...-

Processing: complete.

It had a writing on one of its sides.

Font: handwriting.

Realized with a back marker.

It read “Cole”.

Connor's led spinned to yellow.

As Hank carefully opened the box, the other man took a look at the things it contained; toys, a good pile of drawings, a few clothing items, along with other little objects. The lieutenant picked up one of said objects. It was a framed picture of a happy, smiling couple with a small kid.

“We looked like a picture-perfect family, huh?” Hank commented sarcastic, as he handed the frame to his friend.

“You...did” Connor replied. “What happened to your wife?” the robot inquired.

“We divorced shortly after the accident. I feel like Cole was the only reason we were still together anyway...” the old man explained, as Connor put the photo down next to the box.

The next thing Hank showed Connor was a friendly-looking stuffed dinosaur plushie. The android couldn't help a little smile at the plushie's odd colors.

“This was Cole's favourite toy. He won it at one of those toy vending machines. It's the only time we've ever got something out of those!” Hank stroke his thumb on the worn-out fabric of the plushie with a sad, weak smile. “He called it Dave. And I said 'you can't call it like that! Dinos are tough, brave creatures; you can't give it such a friendly name!' ” the lieutenant recalled. “I...I remember one day he couldn't find it anywhere, and he started crying. I had to turn my whole damn house upside down before I found it in the laundry basket! Cole stopped crying only after Dave was back in his arms”

Connor was listening carefully, taking in all the information Hank was giving him.

Putting the little dinosaur back into the box, the old man showed Connor a small baseball cap with a logo sewn on the front. The android scanned the logo, finding the name of the team it belonged to, and frowned a little in confusion; it was a basketball team, but it didn't match the logo he found among hank's things at the DPD office.

“When he was five, Cole declared that he liked that team better that Detroit Gears. That sentence of his nearly caused a war between us!” Hank said. “I mean...it was nothing too serious, because you can't love your family any less just 'cause they don't support your favourite team...” the man corrected himself. He didn't want Connor to misunderstand; the boy took things too literally, sometimes. ��...but it didn't stop Cole from sneaking up on me from behind the couch during the games just to drop playful jokes against my team” Hank's eyes watered.

“Everything that's in this box, every memory connected to this stuff...It's always on my mind. No matter how hard I try to push it away” the old lieutenant's voice faltered.

“All those goodnight kisses, a-all the games we used to play...” the first tears slid down his cheeks.

Seeing his friend breaking down like that, Connor's deviancy produced in him a stinging feeling, and for the first time the android wondered if his species really wasn't able to feel pain.

“...his laughter, his smile, his voice! It never stops! A-and now he's gone, and it's not fair, and...and...”

Connor placed his hand on Hank's shoulder, pulling him into a hug to try to confort him. The man, breathing shakily among his tears, hugged him back tightly, holding on to the robot's shirt.

Connor rubbed his hand up and down Hank's back, his led intermitting fast a yellow light.

The android's hands turned white as an inconscious response to his thoughts. He was exerting one more time the first real emotion he'd ever experienced as a deviant; empathy.

After a while, Hank pulled himself away from the hug. With a snif, the man wiped the tears from his cheeks with the palm of his hand. “Damn it!” the old lieutenant exclaimed, turning away from Connor. The latter now was wearing a pretty confused look on his face.

“Hank...” the android's sensors scanned Hank's body language.

[Hank feels embarrassed]

It was the only time the lieutenant had ever let someone see him like that, see him cry.

“Hey...” Connor leaned over, trying to make eye contact with the man. “There is nothing to be ashamed of. It is perfectly normal and fine to cry, sometimes” the android said, his voice soft and caring.

“When I said I wanted to be your friend, I meant it” he continued. Hank finally turned back. “I want to be there for you, including when it comes to coping with the past”.

Hank pulled out a weak smile.

“Got it?” Connor asked his friend.

The man nodded in reply. “Got it”

The lieutenant's gaze fell back on the box, and on the name written on it. But this time, something changed. Hank could've never ignored Cole's absence, so heavily ever-present in his life, but he couldn't ignore Connor's presence either, and the android's desperate attempts to help him.

“Enough of talking about me and my problems for today” the man decalred, after another snif. “Now I want you to tell me something about yourself. You're not the only one who wants to understand the other, here”.

Connor accepted, with a slight nod.

“Ok”

#my ficts #dbh #detroit become human #dbh connor #dbh hank #dbh cole

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writeyouin · 7 years

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Can you do Greg House x reader. There's literally none of him:( you can make it fluffy or smutty, up to you, I just need me some House😩😅

GregoryHouse X Reader – Stubborn

A/N – This one took me a littlelonger than expected but I hope y’all like it.

Warnings – None.

Rating – T

“OH MY GOD.” You exploded, pacing around your bedroom, closely followed by House. “YOU COULDN’T HAVE JUST BEHAVED FOR ONE NIGHT? I ASKED YOU ONE THING GREG, ONE THING.”

“YES, YOU ASKED ME NOT TO BE MYSELF, HOW WAS THAT GOING TO GO?” He held out his hand, imitating a first meeting, “Hello, I’d say I’m Gregory House but my date’s ashamed of who I really am.”

“That is not fair.” You argued. “I simply asked you to be nice when you met my friends and you couldn’t even do that.”

“I’m not nice.” House answered darkly.

“Don’t give me that, I know the real you but no, you just have to show off to other people, never letting them in. How the hell am I supposed to introduce you to my family if you couldn’t even behave in front of my friends?”

“Who says I even want to meet your family?”

You froze as did House upon realising what he’d just said. “You know what House,” he winced as you used his last name. “I can’t even look at you right now.”

“(Y/N), what’re you saying?” He asked nervously, though not without a sharp edge to his tone.

“Go home. I don’t want you here tonight, and don’t come back until you’re mature enough to be in an adult relationship.”

Greg glowered. “Instead of telling me what to do, maybe you should realise that I’m right and there’s nothing I need to change. If you can’t handle who I am then maybe we shouldn’t be together.”

You marched to the bedroom door, opening it wide for him, shaking with anger. He stormed out, slamming the front door on his way out and chuntering on the way to his car. He pulled out his Vicodin, hastily chewing two pills and relishing in the temporary relief they brought; he had a feeling he’d need a lot more before the night was through.

The following day, House had half a mind not to show up to work; he resented the damn tenure that Cuddy held over him. By this point, it would probably be better if he gave up on the stupidity known as humanity and lived out his life as a hermit. Despite that, he yielded to the daily calling of the hospital, eager to finish maybe one easy case and a few consultations before being free to suffer his misery; he didn’t know if your relationship was over but he was sure he was right; you knew what he was like long before introducing him to your friends.

The second he left the elevator, his rage increased with the appearance of Cameron, Chase and Foreman. All three gabbled senselessly at House, each trying to get their point across first; whatever it was, the sentences were lost in translation as they rushed to talk over each other.

“-couldn’t stop it-”

“-in the office-”

“-with your coat-”

None of it made sense, irritating him further. “If none of you have anything useful to say,” House growled, “Then I suggest you stop darkening my door and go play with Wilson’s medical toys; practice lobotomies on each other or something.”

He threw back some Vicodin, pushing past them, and down the hallways.

Cameron looked to Chase and Foreman.

“Should we try again?” She asked.

“He should really know about this.” Chase answered hesitantly.

“But he’s just gonna shoot the messengers, besides, he’ll know soon enough.” Foreman added.

“Right.” “Let’s go.” Chase and Cameron answered in unison.

Before House headed to his own conference room, he made his way to Wilson’s. Although he’d never admit it, Wilson was usually some form of comfort; at the very least, he would probably offer some advice that House would ignore. Wilson startled when House entered, clearly unsure of where to begin.

“Greg! You uh, you’re here.”

“As opposed to being where?” Greg snarled impatiently.

“So you… you haven’t seen (Y/N) today?”

“Oh God, (s)he told you about last night? I suppose it’s good, you can side with me now and tell me I’m right.”

“You haven’t been to your conference room this morning?”

“Why would I? That would be trading one hell pit for another; you know I’m not hearing much support right now.”

“Well… have you considered that (Y/N) might be right?”

House scowled. “Why would you even say that? Have you been at the medical supplies? Oh God, I bet you’ve been listening to the three stooges.”

“Greg, I think you really need to talk to (Y/N) about this.”

“So much for friendly advice. Urgh, that’s it, I’m going to the maternity ward, they have a T.V. in their office.”

“Wait- you have to go to your conference room first, it’s important.”

“Important? That means more work from Cuddy, or one of my idiots did something wrong. Was it Chase?”

“Just go to the conference room, after that you can slack off all you want but you need to see something there.”

House shot Wilson one more irritated glance before heading out to his conference room, expecting to see some annoying case picked out by Cuddy. Instead, he found himself or rather, a weak imitation. He growled furiously, approaching you; you were dressed in his clothes, using his spare cane, and making notes on the whiteboard that didn’t make any sense, since you weren’t a doctor.

“(Y/N), what the hell do you think you’re doing?” House demanded.

“(Y/N)? What kind of bloody disease makes you so stupid that you think I’m (Y/N)? I’m Doctor House and I’m much too busy scaring people away and being rude to talk to an imbecile below my stature.”

“This isn’t funny.”

“Neither is wasting a doctor’s time but here you are, taking up valuable air-”

“Are you done?”

“Not by a long shot but how about I save us both some time.” You cleared your throat, “Insult, insult, arrogant comment, reasons I’m better than you, insult.”

“Unbelievable, now you’re just being childish.”

“Childish? As childish as a man who yelled at me and then walked out instead of having a serious conversation, explaining exactly what went wrong?”

“I didn’t walk out, you threw me out.”

“Because I wanted you to fight for me.”

“How would I know that?”

“BECAUSE YOU’RE SUPPOSED TO CARE!” You put a shocked hand over your mouth, disbelieving the hellish scream that had come out. House eyed you carefully, stunned by your outburst.

“I… I do care, (Y/N), you may be the only person I care about.”

“No.” You whimpered. “You pretend you’re cut off from everyone and everything but I know you care. You care about Wilson, Cuddy, Chase, Foreman, Cameron, and me. I just- Why can’t you show it?”

“(Y/N), I’ve spent my entire life learning not to show my emotions, I’m sorry, I didn’t realise how damaging that is to you but I can’t change all of that.”

“I’m not asking you to, I just want you to be a little more open sometimes, can you do that?”

House sighed, planting his hands on his hips. “I can try.”

A watery smile reached your face. “Greg I-”

“Come here.” He whispered, bringing you into a warm embrace, resting his head on top of yours. “Who would’ve thought I’d find someone worth changing for?”

You hugged him tighter, wishing for the moment to last forever.

“Alright,” he pulled your arms from him, holding onto you still. “Let’s get out of here, we’ll have an entire day of just lounging in bed together with General Hospital, how’s that?”

You grinned, laughing weakly. “Don’t you have to work?”

“What Cuddy doesn’t know won’t hurt me.”

“Alright, let’s go home.”

#house x redaer #gregory house #gregory house x reader #doctor house #doctor house x reader #house md #house #dr house #dr house x reader #fanfic #fanfiction #reader insert #stubborn #Anonymous

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strongestpersoniknow · 7 years

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92 truths

rules: once you have been tagged you are supposed to write 92 truths about yourself. At the end choose however many people you want to tag!

I was tagged by the lovely @sugdone Thanks babe! I love things like this, even though it takes me ages to do them. 💖

LAST …

[1] drink: water

[2] phone call: unknown number so didn’t answer!

[3] text message: my brother

[4] song you listened to: Skies The Limit - Fleetwood Mac

[5] time you cried: watching the special tribute to Philip Seymour Hoffman on THG: Mockingjay Part One blu-ray.

HAVE YOU EVER…

[6] dated someone twice: no

[7] been cheated on: no

[8] kissed someone and regretted it: yes!

[9] lost someone special: I thought I had, but perspective changes with time. So not yet.

[10] been depressed: yes

[11] gotten drunk and thrown up: oh hell yes and it was awful cos though I was off my tits, the sober part of my subconscious was aware and fully ashamed of the rest of me. It will never happen again.

LIST 3 FAVOURITE COLOURS:

[12] any shade of blue

[13] purple

[14] dark red

IN THE LAST YEAR HAVE YOU…

[15] made new friends: yes

[16] fallen out of love: no

[17] laughed until you cried: listen, I only have to really laugh for a couple of seconds and I’m crying! It’s bad. No joke.

[18] found out someone was talking about you: ohh yes

[19] met someone who changed you: maybe

[20] found out who your true friends are: yes

[21] kissed someone on your Facebook list: not in the last year.

GENERAL…

[22] how many of your tumblr friends do you know in real life: none

[23] do you have any pets: not any more

[24] do you want to change your name: my middle name for sure.

|25] what did you do for your last birthday: the usual - spent it with family

[26] what time did you wake up: today I automatically woke up at 6am, but that’s not when I got up 😁

[27] what were you doing at midnight last night: re-watching Line Of Duty

[28] name something you cannot wait for: Getting final series (series 5) of Ripper Street on blu-ray. Hurry up and come out!!

[29] when was the last time you saw your mother: Er, ten minutes a go 😂

[30] what is one thing you wish you could change about your life: have endless amounts of money

[31] what are you listening to right now: Problematic - Five Star

[32] have you ever talked to a person named tom: several.

[33] something that is getting on your nerves: a lot of work colleagues and new manager. Oh, and certain fandoms.

[34] elementary: ??? I went through primary school, yes. I think I quite liked it.

[35] high school: secondary school as we call it over here wasn’t bad. It had ups and downs of course.

[36] college: I stayed on at my school’s sixth form and got my A Levels. Some good memories.

[37] hair colour: brunette.

[38] long or short hair: long hair, (short never seems to suit my face shape). And it’s really long right now.

[39] do you have a crush on someone: fuck me yes. It’s rare when I don’t.

[40] what do you like about yourself: my eyes; my wit; my ability to attract people as friends; my compassion towards all animals

[41] piercings: one in each earlobe and belly button pierced

[42] nickname: TJ/T/Taz

[43] relationship status: it’s complicated

[44] zodiac sign: Leo

[45] pronouns: she/her

[46] favourite tv show: so many omg. Top ones are Desperate Housewives; Being Human (UK); Elementary; Ripper Street; Ally McBeal

[47] tattoos: none but maybe one day

[48] right or left handed: left

FIRST…

[49] surgery: none

[50] piercing: earlobes

[51] best friend: laura. We made it through primary to six form and into our early 20s. She didn’t make a great first impression and then she disappeared and I haven’t seen or heard from her in over a decade

[52] sport: I have no idea

[53] vacation: somewhere in Ireland visiting family

[54] pair of trainers: urgh they were probably pink (I hate pink)

RIGHT NOW…

[55] eating: nothing

[56] drinking: nothing

[57] I’m about to: fall off to sleep omg

[58] listening to: NCIS blaring from the living room tv (I’m in my bedroom)

[59] waiting for: the want to go to bed

[60] want: so many things. But right now I’ll settle for food.

[61] get married: no thanks

[62] career: never been a career-minded gal. Sorry society

WHICH IS BETTER…

[63] hugs or kisses: hugs

[64] lips or eyes: eyes

[65] shorter or taller: taller

[66] older or younger: Depends

[67] romantic or spontaneous: hmm tough one. I’m not so comfortable with either. Maybe spontaneous, but not too sure.

[68] nice arms or nice stomach: I am a sucker for arms, so yeah gonna say arms

[69] sensitive or loud: sensitive but not in a Bedazzled kind of way lol

[70] hook up or relationship: relationship. The other is so not me

[71] trouble maker or hesitant: hesitant

HAVE YOU EVER…

[72] kissed a stranger: he kissed me. I was just working to work in the morning and he came out of nowhere and kissed me!

[73] drank hard liquor: yes

[74] lost glasses/contact lenses: don’t wear either so no

[75] turned someone down: all the time

[76] sex on first date: no

[77] broken someone’s heart: I doubt it

[78] had your own heart broken: at the time I thought so, but no

[79] been arrested: no

[80] cried when somebody died: yes, my grandmother

[81] fallen for a friend: several times

DO YOU BELIEVE IN…

[82] yourself: hardly ever

[83] miracles: sometimes

[84] love at first sight: no way

[85] santa claus: nope

[86] kiss on the first date: sure, why not? If I want to then I will

[87] angels: not really

OTHER…

[88] current best friend’s name: Z

[89] eye colour: brown

[90] favourite movie: Clue

[91] favourite flower: anything but sunflowers. Fucking HATE sunflowers, you have no idea. I do love cherry blossom a lot. But I really hate sunflowers! Hate them.

[92] favourite season: autumn.

tagging @3ofme, @scrapyardboyfriends, @heartneverliez, @robertssofttouchxaaronssoftlad, @robronforlife, @zetamitchie, and anyone else who wants to have a go.

#this has been in my drafts for a few days so answers based on when i was doing it #it takes me a while to complete then post these things but i love them all the same #also there was a number missing in original post so i had to add a couple to make up 92

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chuffyfan87 · 4 years

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Hiding. Part 56e

"Leave me alone!" Peter screamed as he pulled himself free of his dad's grasp. "Mum is gunna die and it's all your fault!"

“I know you’re upset and angry.” Charlie replied, “You can blame me all you want.”

"Good, coz I do!" Peter ran off again.

Charlie followed him, “Come back. You can’t stay out here on your own!”

"I'm old enough to do what I like."

“You’re still a child.” Charlie sighed, “Your mum wanted another baby, Peter. It was me who didn’t at first.”

"Yeh, blame her! Everyone always blames her."

“I am not blaming your mum! I blame me, ok? Me!!” Charlie sighed sadly.

"If she dies I'll never forgive you!" Peter shouted as he turned to run again. Not looking where he was going he tripped over a low wall and went flying, rolling towards the main road.

He came so close to being hit by a car but Charlie managed to stop him from being hit again. This time, Charlie wouldn’t let Peter go even though he was fighting against him.

Peter momentarily stopped struggling as he noticed a smear of blood on his sleeve from where he'd scraped his arm as he fell. He froze briefly until suddenly the memories of earlier came flooding back and he began to shake uncontrollably.

Charlie noticed the way Peter reacted and sighed sadly. He’d been through such a traumatic experience - it was traumatic for Charlie, never mind his fifteen year old son. “Son, it’s alright.” He reassured.

The driver of the car who had narrowly missed them had stopped and gotten out. "Oh my gosh, is he OK? I swerved as best I could but he came out of nowhere! I thought I'd missed him." She babbled frantically.

Charlie smiled reassuringly to the woman driver, “It’s fine, it’s ok. You didn’t hurt him. He’s— he’s got a lot on his mind at the minute.”

"Do you want me to go get someone to help?" She asked.

“No, no we’ll be ok thank you.”

"If you're sure?"

"Absolutely." Charlie confirmed.

The lady nodded and got back in her car.

Peter stopped shaking and lay blinking slowly in confusion at his dad.

Charlie touched Peter’s cheek, “Did you have a flashback?”

"I don't know. There was blood and screaming." Peter mumbled.

Charlie kissed Peter's forehead. “Sounds like you had a flashback.”

"Please say she won't die!" Peter begged softly.

“I wish I could son but I can’t tell you something I don’t know.”

Peter hissed in pain as he lent on his arm to get up.

Charlie helped him up of the floor. “Let’s go back to the hospital so I can check your arm? Then maybe we can see your mum together?”

Peter nodded, his anger having disapated once more into fear and confusion.

The journey back to the hospital was mostly silent until Charlie said gently, “When you’re angry, I want you to come to me ok? Shout at me. I won’t mind, ok?”

"I don't like feeling angry." Peter mumbled.

“Its not a nice feeling but it’s a perfectly natural emotion.” Charlie reassured.

"Anger hurts people though."

“It depends what you do with the anger. I get angry with your mum but I don’t ever hurt her. And she gets angry with me too. Ask Auntie Megan about your mum’s famous temper. She’ll have a few stories to tell.”

"I will." Peter replied, a small smile forming on his face.

“You’re allowed to be angry Peter. There’s always choices of what to do with that anger.” Charlie smiled, “You’re a bright lad. You’ll know what’s right and what’s wrong.”

They walked back into the department. "You won't tell mum how I hurt my arm will you?" Peter asked.

“No I won’t.” Charlie smiled. He cleaned up Peter’s arm, it needed steri-strips on the small gash but other than that, it wasn’t too bad. They went back to see the baby and all three of them, went to see Duffy in the intensive care unit.

Peter hesitated as they reached the door to Duffy's room.

“I’m just as nervous as you are.” Charlie said gently, the baby in his arms.

"I want to see her but..." Peter swallowed. "I'm scared." He added in a whisper.

“It’s going to be scary. I’m scared too. But we’ve got each other.”

Peter nodded and followed his dad through the door.

With the baby in one arm, Charlie squeezed Peter’s hand.

Peter's eyes widened as he took in the sight of his mum surrounded by so many wires and machines. When he'd previously seen his mum in hospital it had been after she'd been moved to a general ward so although he knew she'd been seriously ill in the past he'd never seen the full extent of things til now.

“If you want to go back to my office, you can.” Charlie squeezed his hand reassuringly.

"No. Can she hear us? Does she know we're here?"

“Your mum can hear us.” Charlie smiled, “Why don’t you talk to her?”

"What should I say?"

“Anything, you can talk to your mum about anything.”

"OK. Um... You were right. The baby was a boy. He's way bigger than the girls were. Um..." Peter looked up at his dad.

“You can hold her hand.”

Peter reached out to do as instructed. He quickly flinched back.

“What’s wrong?”

"Her hand is cold."

“Your mum’s always got cold hands.”

"Yeh. It's been a while since..." Peter's voice trailed off, he looked a little ashamed.

“It’s been a while since what?” Charlie encouraged.

"I'm a bit old to be holding my mum's hand any more." Peter shrugged.

“Usually yes, but in this situation, you can hold your mum’s hand.” Charlie smiled, “Your mum’s hands are always cold. She places them on my body every morning!”

"Urgh, dad!" Peter complained.

Charlie chuckled softly. “Sorry son.”

"Mum, wake up and make him stop. Please!"

“Hey, I’m not that bad! There are worse things I could say.” Charlie moved closer to Duffy and placed the baby on Duffy’s chest, careful of the wires.

The baby nuzzled closer, sleeping contentedly despite his surroundings.

"I think he knows she's his mum." Peter remarked.

“He does.” Charlie smiled.

Peter fidgeted nervously with his mum's hand. "She's not wearing her rings." Peter suddenly realised.

The baby’s cheek was against Duffy’s chest, listening to the sound of his mum’s heartbeat.

"Where are they? She'll be really upset if they're missing."

“She’s not?” Charlie frowned, “I’ll ask the surgeon. I can’t remember if she was wearing them at home.”

"I can't remember either. Maybe Megan will know."

“I’ll ask her in the morning when she’s woken up, ok?”

"I was thinking of using some of my pocket money to treat her to something nice. She's been really great while you've been away."

“Megan?”

"Yeh, she's been amazing."

“She’s been an amazing presence throughout mine and your mum’s life.”

"She and mum don't argue like mum and gran sometimes do. Well, not in the same way. Mum doesn't get so cross when Megan tells her to do stuff."

“Your mum and gran are too similar but don’t tell your mum I said that.”

"I thought you said mum could hear us?"

“Yeah she can but the chances are, she might not remember what we’ve said when she wakes up.” Charlie smiled.

"OK." Peter considered the thought for a moment. "Mum it was me that broke the vase not Jake." He confessed.

Charlie found an extra chair and pulled it up along side Peter’s chair. “Ah, so you’re the one who broke that vase? How did you break it?”

"Threw my bag on the table without looking first." Peter shrugged.

“And your brother got the blame?”

"Yeh... Mum started yelling at Jake thinking it was him and, well, I just didn't correct her."

Charlie shook his head fondly. “That’s naughty!”

"Yeh, I get that but she was yelling and I didn't fancy getting in the shit with her."

Charlie laughed gently. “Peter?”

"Yeh?"

“I’d like you to see a counsellor.”

"What?" Peter pulled a face.

“A counsellor. I’d like you to see one.” Charlie met his son's gaze, “You’ve been through a traumatic experience.”

"One of the girls at school had to see a counsellor coz her mum went mental."

“Did it help her?”

Peter shrugged. "She doesn't come to school much."

“What’s she called?”

"Ella. She lives round the corner from Sarah."

“Are you close to her?”

"Sarah knows her better than I do. There was tons of police there when it happened. Sarah could see them arriving from her room."

“When what happened?”

"Her mum totally lost it."

“She hurt herself?”

"I think so. Everyone at school was talking about it."

“Mental health issues aren’t great. I have depression sometimes as you know.”

"Yeh, but you wouldn't do something like that while we were in the house?"

“No but sometimes you don’t have a choice.” Charlie admitted, “When your head is too loud, sometimes you need to get it to be quiet.”

"I guess that makes sense."

“That’s why I want you to see a counsellor.”

"Coz you think I'm gunna do something like that?"

“No. But I want you to talk to someone about how you’re feeling because I don’t want you to bottle everything up.”

"OK. Can I think about it?"

“I can come with you, if you like?” Charlie suggested and nodded.

"Maybe. I don't want mum getting upset about it."

“Your mum will understand, trust me?”

"I don't want her to feel bad. Like it's her fault coz it's not."

“She won’t feel bad because she’ll understand it’s not her fault. These things happen.” Charlie smiled.

"You say that..."

“Leave your mum to me ok? Please don’t stress.”

"OK." Other than the beeping of the machines there was silence for several minutes. "Its weird seeing mum this quiet."

“I know. She’s never ever been this quiet in the twenty years I’ve known her.”

"Its unnerving."

“I agree.”

"Oli seems to like it though."

“Oli?”

"I heard mum and Megan talking about names. I don't really like Thomas."

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