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luvyunjinxo · 9 months

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my boss || g1p!kcw x fem!reader ★

smut just for her birthday, love you kim chaewon <3. (please im still stuck in july I'm not in august yet 💀) & not proofread.

I have a job interview, you thought to yourself while getting dressed. you sprayed your strawberry shortcake perfume on and you smelled like a goddess, you were ready. As soon as you walked through the halls of the company it felt like a breath of fresh air really. you made your way to none other than the CEO's room, Kim Chaewon. you were put into some sort of line? It was basically a line of people who applied too. you were nervous, you could hear throughout the room "NEXT, you weren't good enough" and sobs of people crying.

She was tough and you knew it. you had to show her the best you could be. You were next in line, and you were nervous as hell, sweat beads dripping down your neck every two seconds, but made sure to wipe it.

"Next, Y/n?" Her assistant asked

"Yes ma'am."

"So, what do you usually do for a living?" Her assistant asked all the questions while chaewon was eyeing you from the middle of the room observing your every move.

"Schedule her for the next round, she is now apart of our team. Get her to the training room now." Chaewon suddenly spoke, leaving you frozen in your spot. you didn't even know why she accepted you so fast, only one question was asked..

You were escorted to chaewon's main office, which I guess was the training room? all the current employees were giving you weird looks and saying "fighting!" to you as you walked by, treating you as if you were special. was going to her room something big? you kept wondering, but shook it off once you got to her room.

"Ms. Kim will be here in a few minutes please wait patiently. You may watch on the TV for now, just be comfortable." You gave her a smile smile and nod as she walked off into the distance. now sitting on her couch, you decided to watch your favorite k-dramas. A few minutes my ass, she took a whole hour so you decided to get comfy.

Suddenly chaewon barges in without knocking, making her way to sit at her desk and you fix yourself immediately and bowed at her. "No need to greet me, just come towards me." She signaled to come her way with her index finger, as you went closer you could smell her aroma. it was sweet like a dessert, you wanted to smell more.

"You're now hired as my assistant, I see potential in you and don't fuck it up. I fired my last one just for you, I'm telling you don't mess up."

you were now working for chaewon and it has been a month. she has gotten more strict with you but also friendly in a way. she would ask you on dates professionally as business, but nothing else.

anyways, you got called up to her office like you always did but it was something different. chaewon was on her desk chair, no top on and only in her bra, typing on her computer innocently.

"s-should I come back later?"

"no, stay. I have a task for you do you think you can handle it?"

"yes ma'am."

"I need you y/n." that sentence hit your ears and echoed throughout it too. you couldn't believe her words.

"what d-do you mean by needing me ms?"

"don't act dumb. get on the desk now, and do as you're told."

you walked over to her desk as she cleared everything off of it shoving all her papers on the floor, as you hopped onto her desk making sure not to put all your weight on it. her lips connected with yours fighting for dominance leaving a moan every now and then, but you gave out quickly leaving you out of breath. you continued to have a heated make out session as she started unbuttoning your top revealing your embarrassing matching lace set.

her lips disconnected with yours leaving a string of saliva attached to your mouths, leaving her more aroused. she started to give you sloppy kisses down to your neck trailing down to your mounds as she started using her tongue to flick and play with your buds leaving you sensitive. "m-ms kim .." you managed to breathe out. "it's mommy for you princess."

she started to unzip your plaid skirt and undressed you fully, you were butt-naked by the time everything was off. she lead you to her couch as she sat down and started to undress herself as well and you started to go down on your knees.

"suck." she demanded while she pulled her cock out, it wasn't too big nor small, it was just right. you started sucking on her tip as you made your way lower, & she pushed your head more down causing you to gag on her, which caused her to chuckle seeing how pathetic you are. she demanded you to stop as she put you on all fours on the couch and rubbed her cock against your ass. ugh, you couldn't take it anymore.

"Please, I can't take the teasing a-anymore." you whined out but she never listened and just started to toy with your clit and nothing else.

"beg for it." you hated begging so much it hurt your pride. but it was your boss you couldn't resist.

"Gosh, I need it! I cant handle it anymore it's too much teasing!" you screamed out. she inserted it fast, not letting you have time to adjust and started to pound into you like a puppy in the heat. you were drooling at that point. she put on of your legs over the couch so she could get a wider access of you.

"I can't- please- let me c-cum .." she thrusted into you harder as she finished before you and came into you, causing you panic at first but she let you finish so you didn't care. that was the best sex you've had.

"you did so good for me baby, but I'm not even done yet. I think you should come over and we could finish this. such a good girl you are for me hm?" she said while lifting your chin up and making you open your mouth. she spit into your mouth making you swallow like the good pathetic assistant you are<3.

"let's go now shall we? we have the whole night ahead of us, its gonna be long."

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freddabranyon · 5 months

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Hints How to Live Longer

I recently ran across an article that outlined 50 great ways to help us live longer. This includes a wide range of health advice that is backed by a scientific or government study that reveals new insight into what helps or hinders human longevity. Genetics do account for about 25% of the longevity and the rest is up to us.

Consider extra vitamin D intake, but not too much. Ask your doctor for intake. Get regular blood work levels.

Cut back on regular use of painkillers as ibuprofen and naproxen that are included in Advil, Motrin and Aleve that may raise your heart risks.

Hit that bed and get 6+ hours of sleep. Less doubles your risks of illness. A Duke University study shows that frequent sex is a significant predictor of longevity; so don’t go right to sleep!

You won’t die from eating under-ripe produce, but try that ripened fruit also.

Yes to that extra cup of coffee as it does more than help you wake up.

Frozen is fine, so eat that balanced diet when fresh isn’t available.

Green tea has proven longevity because of the powerful antioxidants.

Don’t use that sugar as it boosts blood sugar and can play havoc with your heart.

Get out those whole grains with 3+ servings a day and cut death rate by 20%.

Spice it up with that hot chili pepper that can add years to your life.

Drink whole milk as this might give you a 50% lower risk of diabetes.

Add water to keep adequately hydrated and keep urine a light color

Be food safe from poisoning. Keep the kitchen clean and wash your hands.

If you want to reach 100, put the fork down and eat less!

Don’t forget those veggies!

Eat like the Greeks with fruits, veggies, olive oil, fish and nuts.

Live like the Amish and adapt their healthy lifestyles and eating habits.

Drink less of alcohol as it leads to a shorter life span.

Saving your pennies might also help you live longer; up to 15 years.

Consider moving to California, NY or Vermont. Low-Income people tend to live the longest in these states.

Viewing an awesome experience as Grand Canyon or Beethoven’s 9 th helps.

Go nuts with that daily handful of nuts, or at least 5 times a week.

Find your purpose in life; it will help you live longer by doing something useful.

Embrace your faith and attend those religious services every week.

Take time off work for that vacation. Not taking it could be a deadly risk.

Consider mountain life with higher altitudes.

A friend with 4 legs does wonder for your mental and physical health.

Those laughter cat videos help to reduce stress and boost the immune system.

Keep yourself social as loneliness increases the risk of early death by 45%.

Watching those grandkids can lower your risk by 1/3.

Do everything you can to stay out of that hospital and avoid their mistakes.

Monitor yourself and don’t wait for that annual checkup.

Visit the hardware store for detectors for Carbon monoxide, radon and lead.

Toss that rug and avoid the top risk for falls.

Practice the home fire drills.

Patients receiving care from a female doctor were more likely to survive.

Make peace with family and get rid of that stress and small stuff.

Take those stairs at every opportunity, in and out of the home.

Avoid traffic accidents by avoiding those techy car distractions.

Drive less after 70 as more accidents occur for those after that age.

Walk, not drive when possible.

Stay safe while walking or jogging.

Walk a little faster for more benefits.

Fidgeting is good. Sitting increases your risk of dying by 30%.

Read the AARP Bulletin and keep up to day on health info!

Dr Fredda Branyon

#health #healthtips

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primofate · 3 years

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Breaking up Part 2 Albedo x gn!reader

Sorry it took so long! Haha. Yeah tumblr effed over for me. But here it is! :D

Scenario: Breaking up and getting back together again

Characters: gn! reader x Albedo

Warnings: angst, break ups, regrets, did I say angst? NOT PROOFREAD

Categories: angst in Part 1, comfort in Part 2 (It was getting too long so split it into two parts)

Read: (Part 1) (Part 3 - Final)

“Sucrose... Do you know where Y/N went?”

5 days 3 hours and 12 minutes. He’d been counting. He’d been counting since you left. It was only today that he had the courage to ask Sucrose about it.

Sucrose jumps at the sudden call of her name.

Albedo had not been the same. The frequent mistakes in the lab proved it. The constant slips of the hand and test tubes shattering on the floor told Sucrose that perhaps that was how his heart looked like too.

“...No, I don’t,” Sucrose simply says, then lets the silence of the lab fill the air. Only the bubbles from their experiments hanging. It was still for a moment, Sucrose going back to her calculations and research. Albedo sat in front of his alchemy set, blankly staring at it.

He doesn’t even understand what being “tired” feels like anymore. He hasn’t had a decent sleep. Every small movement in the house, every whisper of the wind he would bolt up in bed, thinking it was you coming in from the front door. Sometimes he would hear someone shuffling, he would stop and listen for you, but then realizes that the sound was the sound of his legs under the covers, trying to keep warm without you around.

Sucrose glances up at her mentor. He’s buried his face in his hands, his hair in slight disarray. She knew what was going to happen next. He was going to stand up and just walk away from the lab, and Sucrose was not going to see him until tomorrow again.

Tomorrow, the cycle would repeat.

Albedo couldn’t function. It was pathetic. He really thought that he must be such a sight right now, eyes heavy with exhaustion, hair down and clothes a little unruly. He ran away from the lab again. He abandoned his “important” experiment and went back home, retreating in his room, falling on his knees and slumping on the bed in front of him.

He buried his face into his arms and tried to piece his heart back together.

“Albedo, will you ever get tired of me?”

There was a soft hint of a frown on your face. Silly you, Albedo thought. Always worried about being apart from him. He only smiles and cups your chin in his hand, leans in close to press his forehead against yours to whisper, “Never,”

His fists clutch at the bedsheets, the fabric scrunching up under his hands. Every.damn.time. he tried to take a break, he would be reminded of you. Every thing reminded him of you. Breathing reminded him of you. It was as if you were right beside him and yet you weren’t.

It was him. He was supposed to be the one asking “Y/N, will you ever get tired of me?” He was supposed to be the one worried. But he hadn’t been because he had taken you for granted. He thought that you’d always just be there, waiting for him patiently as you always had but now that he was alone, he realized just how lonely this silence could be.

“You must have been lonely...waiting here for me in this silence...”

His voice was muffled by the sheets, and he didn’t know who he was talking to. He did that a lot these days. Saying things that he wished you could still hear.

The next day, just as Sucrose predicted. It was the same. Halfway through his experiment Albedo stopped, and stared at nothing in particular. She wondered if, whenever he did that, he remembered the things he said to you that day.

But, just as Sucrose thinks today would end up the same...

it didn’t.

“Big brother Albedo!” Klee stormed into the lab, the door slamming open really loud. “Oh...I’m sorry, I didn’t check the sign... I...” Klee stepped out to look at the door sign and found “KEEP OUT” still there. “Oh no...! I did a mistake! Sorry big brother,” the little girl fumbled with her fingers and swung from side to side to show her apology.

A hint of a smile appears on Albedo’s face and Sucrose was thunderstruck. There had been no expression on the Kreideprinz’s face for the longest time that the smile had felt so foreign. “It’s alright, Klee. Do you need help with something?” and his voice wasn’t hoarse. If there was anything that could cheer him up, it would be Klee.

He was done prioritizing his research over the people that really mattered.

“Look what I got! I’ve never seen such a pretty flower in Mondstadt before,” Klee showed off the blue flower to Albedo, eyes shining and wide. Albedo touched the petals as Klee held it up for him. “Ah, yes, Glaze Lilies. You can only find them in Liyue, Klee,” Albedo explains. Klee bounces excitedly.

“Ohhhh! That’s amazing! Y/N must have travelled there recently!”

The silence in the lab was deafening. Albedo’s hand drops from the flower as he looks at Klee, confused. Sucrose had stopped what she was doing, wide-eyed, staring at the young bomber. “...What do you mean, Klee?” Albedo whispered out.

Hearing your name said by someone else made it all the more real that you weren’t here with him anymore.

“Oh! See, Klee was in Windrise and... I was looking at the fishes...” Klee gasped a little, “Please don’t tell Master Jean!” she whispered pointedly but continued. “I saw Y/N there, and Y/N gave me a really big hug and gave me this Guh lays Lily,” the young girl got the name wrong, but Albedo hadn’t been listening anymore. He stood up and crouched down to eye level with Klee, hands on her shoulders. “W-When, Klee?” he clears his throat and tries again, “When did this happen?” Sucrose had also been listening and watching in bated breath. Klee gave one of her biggest, most innocent smiles, not knowing how crucial this information had been to Albedo. “Just now! I just came back from Windrise!”

Albedo didn’t feel the slightest sorry that he bolted out of the lab without explaining to Klee. She would understand and Surcrose was there. He sprinted towards the gates of Mondstadt like his life depended on it. In some senses, it really did.

I can make it.

He was panting hard. His footsteps thundering in his ears. His breath coming in quick ins and outs. His heart is about to fly off its cage.

I can make it. It’s just outside of Mondstadt.

Wind rushes past him, the pigeons on the bridge outside of Mondstadt, disturbed, flying away in a frenzy. Timmie shouting after him.

Please be there. Please.

It takes him longer than he wanted. He wanted to be faster, wanted to be there already but he was still running. Still chasing after that hope. The adrenaline he feels pumps in his veins and yet he is so out of breath that he needs to stop. His hands resting on his knees as he closes his eyes and tries to get his breathing even.

I have to keep going.

His legs were killing him. They were strained by the sudden rush of exercise and yet he still drags both towards Windrise. He could see the large tree at the horizon, but he was too far away to see if you were there. He continues to pant, steadying his breath, preparing for another burst of energy to run towards where he so desperately hoped you were. What if you weren’t there anymore?

What if he was too late?

What if he never saw you again?

“What if it doesn’t work...?” Albedo asks, pondering over the research and discussing it with you over dinner. He loved to talk about his experiments with you because you gave valuable insights on it, and really listened to him. You smile and give him the confidence that he needs, “Then you can try again, Bedo. You always find a way!”

He’s still panting by the time he reaches the steps leading up to the large tree. His eyes dart around. He circles around in place, wondering if you were around the area. He continues forward, stepping up to the big roots and yet again looked around, trying to spot your familiar tuft of hair/colour.

At the corner of his eye he spots something, behind the big tree. A Crystalfly. It was flying away and his eyes automatically follow it. There was a hand trying to reach out for it, but it barely grazed the Crystalfly’s wings. You stepped out from behind the tree, a little annoyed that you couldn’t catch the Crystalfly.

Albedo feels like he’s frozen in time. He stands there and watches the wind caress your hair. Watches as you tuck your hair back behind your ear. Watches as you turn around and start walking away. He snaps back to reality and moves forward, roots and sticks cracking under his feet as he struggles through the root laden path just to get near you.

You, hearing the disturbance from behind, turn around and was met face to face with the lover you left a few days ago. Something shatters inside you. You weren’t ready for this. You were far from ready to see him again. Why was he out here in the middle of the day? You stood still just as he did in front of you.

You notice how his hair is sticking to his face with sweat. The fast rise and fall of his chest. The pained look in his eyes. The closed up fists on his side. “Y/N--” his voice cracks and tears start to pool in your eyes.

You aren’t strong enough for this and you start to turn away.

Albedo rushes forward to trap you in a hug. His arms so desperately wrapped around you as his head rests on your shoulder. ��Don’t,” he pleads. “Please don’t go. Come back with me, please,” there’s a different type of hopelessness in his voice. A moment later tears are streaming down your face.

“I-I can’t Albedo. I--” can’t put myself through that again. I can’t and don’t want to be alone at home all the time.

His body shakes and you realize it’s a sob that wracks his body. Your shoulder is slightly wet. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean it. Please.” You’ve never seen him cry. Not like this. Not as he clings to you and admits defeat. “I...I couldn’t take care of you--It’s my fault. I know, but--”

“I like Windrise. It’s very relaxing.” You say as the two of you walk around the tree, collecting materials. “Is it?” Albedo responds, stopping momentarily to look up at the tree. “You don’t think so?” you curiously ask your lover. He ponders for a moment before smiling, “I think coming home to you is a lot more relaxing,” at the early stages of your relationship hearing something like that from him would cause you to blush.

You pry his arms away and look up at him. His head is dipped low and you can’t see his face clearly, concealed by his hair. You brush his hair away and lift his head up, and you see how streaks of tears run down his cheeks. You see the sleepless nights in his eyes. The hurt that creases on his forehead. You see what your absence has done to him, and all in one moment, you think that perhaps you were too harsh on him. That you should’ve talked it out instead of leaving so abruptly but you-- “I was hurt...” your lips tremble as you try to explain.

“I try, really hard, to make things easier for you. To care about you. I have never asked for anything grand.” You’re surprised at how level your voice is, despite feeling like you might break down just as he does.

“I’m aware,” Albedo wipes at his face, frustrated at himself. His tears have stopped. You were talking. That must be a good sign. “I don’t--Don’t deserve you,” but he steels himself and places his hands on your cheeks. God how long had it been since he touched you like this? and wipes away the tears that were silently falling from your eyes. “But I’ll take care of you. I’ll prove your worth. I... won’t make the same mistake again,”

And when Albedo said or promised something he was one of the few people that you believed in the most. He was trustworthy all the way, and was true to most of what he said. “You have my word... and if I do make the same error again then... Then you can leave. But right now I--” he moves to rest his forehead against yours, taking in the warmth and love that he had missed. “I’m asking for another chance,” he gulps. “Please,”

You stay quiet for a moment. Assessing the situation. But your eyes close at the closeness the two of you are in right now. There was no doubt that you still loved him. A few days would not change anything. A few days would not ruin the years that you spent together. But you were scared and guarded. You weren’t sure what would happen and if it was worth it. You were scared of being with him and being lonely. “...We... should talk and think a little bit more about this...” you conclude and give your answer, stepping away from him.

Albedo’s face grimaces in distraught, but turns into confusion when you take his hand and tugs on it slightly. “...At home, we can talk about this at home...Is that okay? Let’s go back first,” you would figure it out with him from there.

His head drops and he tries hard not to let tears escape again. He really didn’t deserve you. He didn’t deserve this kindness but he sure as hell would take it. He would take it and make it right again. He picks his head up and squeezes your hand, voice slightly soft and trembling, and smiles.

“Thank you. That’s perfect,”

and with his hand tight on yours, because he wasn’t letting you go again, the two of you make your way back.

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itsany62 · 3 years

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SteveTony - Getting Together

Here are some Getting Together fics that I adore. Don't forget to leave kudos and nice comments in every fic!

Lovesick, by royal_chandler, 3 k >, fluff.

The depth of the flu aisle in the pharmacy is substantial, overwhelmingly so, and Steve is half-convinced he needs to return to the front and trade his basket for a full-on cart.

There's a Party Going on Right Here, by Annie D (scaramouche), Post-Endgame.

After the Battle of Earth, Tony hosts a party.

Open Tab , by machi_kun , 5k> words, Post-Avengers 2012.

Tony has a lot of money. Really. More money he could possibly ever spend by himself. So what if he spends some of it buying gifts for his friends? People like gifts! And Steve is his friend. His best friend, actually, inside the Avengers, and he’s glad it turned out this way - so it’s also a way of saying 'thanks for putting up with me', he thinks. He just wants Steve to be happy. If Tony can make him happy, then why wouldn’t he? Tony buying Steve gifts is no big deal. Shut up, Rhodey.

(Pretty) Odd, by machi_kun, 5 k> words, Developing Relationship, Fluff.

In his file, Tony Stark had been described as eccentric. He had also been described as a narcissist, as a self-destructive liability, as not-recommended, and all sort of fancy words that are used to disguise the fact that they were calling him an all-around asshole; And that’s a very long list of bad adjectives, for a guy Steve saw carry a nuke behind his back to save the city, gave them a place to stay, and is slowly showing himself to be one of the most curious people Steve has ever met. Maybe Tony Stark is eccentric – and maybe he is a bit of an asshole. But maybe he’s also more than that.

Six Times DUM-E Made It Worse (and One Time He Fixed It) by FestiveFerret, 4 k > words, Outsider POV.

DUM-E has a lot of Very Important jobs to do, and he does his best to do them right. Sometimes, though, things don't work out very well.

All he wants is for his humans to be happy.

Sweet Child O' Mine by starspangledsprocket, 9 k > words, Age Regression/De-Aging, Fluff.

After just their second outing as the Avengers, everyone except for Steve and Tony are turned into toddlers. Madness ensues.

'Cause Everytime We Touch by Perlmutt, 5 k > words, Touch-Starved.

Steve noticed it the first time they were officially introduced at Fury’s office after the battle of New York.

He extended his hand for a handshake, a silent peace offer after their horrible first meeting at the helicarrier almost a week ago. Stark looked at it like it would bite him any second. Steve could see how his hands twitched where he’d buried them in his pockets. But instead of taking his hand, he stared into his eyes for a moment and nodded before turning back to Fury.

Only later would Steve learn that it wasn’t hatred or aversion.

how the thought of you does things to me by Finduilas, 6 k > words, Mutual Pining, Domestic Avengers.

Steve has a thing for Tony's butt. Tony has a thing for Steve's beard. They're both very obvious about it (just ask any of their friends!), but somehow they manage to also be completely oblivious.

Right here waiting by gottalovev, 19 k > words, Cat Dads.

Steve has been missing Tony like crazy since he left the compound. One day, Steve drops in unannounced at the tower, and when on a walk for coffee they rescue newborn kittens.

Or: A yearning Steve, an oblivious Tony, and co-parenting kittens. (= fuff!)

picture perfect (picture us) by starklystar, 18 k > words, Enemies to Friends to Lovers, Photo Shoots.

Tony has a habit of being handsy during photoshoots.

Steve has a habit of being flustered whenever Tony touches him.

Misunderstandings happen.

Or, five times Steve and Tony went to a photoshoot

+ the one time they had better things to do.

++ the one time they take their photoshoot online.

take me out (to the ball game) by muItifandomjess, 1 k > words, Fluff.

“Take me out to the ball game, take me out with the crowd,” Steve sings, his shoulder bumping into Tony’s as he sways back and forth. “Come on, Tony, sing!”

“I am a genius billionaire playboy philanthropist,” Tony protests around a mouthful of hot dog. “I do not sing.”

Or, Steve and Tony go to a ball game. It all kind of snowballs from there.

Drifting Further Everyday by GotTheSilver, 8 k > words, Post-Captain America: The Winter Soldier.

Steve’s quiet a lot of the time, it’s almost like living with a ghost, and Tony kind of hates it; he lives with more than enough actual ghosts every day. The longer time goes on, the more Tony recognises what’s going on, sees the jumpiness, the haunted look on his face, and he gets it. Realises they’re both trying to bury things they don’t want to talk about. More often than not, Tony turns around in the workshop to see Steve sitting there, patiently working on something in his sketchbook or reading an actual book, usually something he missed during the years he was frozen.

Somehow Steve is filling all the gaps in his life Tony didn’t realise he needed filling.

Goop, Or Five Times Steve Rogers Was Covered In... Something, And One Time Tony Was by Bill_Longbow, 7 k > words, Mutual Pining.

There were a lot of things Steve had expected about the future; sleek buildings, sleeker electronics, and all the food you can eat. Being covered in alien goop wasn't one of them.

How Steve being covered in... stuff, brings Tony and Steve closer.

The art of longing by itsallAvengers, 63 k > words, Oblivious Tony, Not Actually Unrequited Love.

Steve's used to missing his shot. To being too late, too scared, and losing everything. But he really did think that this time, with Tony, something could work.

Then Tony meets Mark. He's cool and charming, he's a scientist and he's perfect for a man like Tony Stark.

And suddenly Steve...

Well. Steve just doesn't have a place anymore

earth laughs in flowers by starksnack, 3 k > words, Love Confessions, Secret Admirer.

A secret admirer has been sending Tony flowers and confessions of love.

Crash Into You by FestiveFerret, 15 K > words, Post-Avengers (2012), Stranded.

Tony was pretty used to crashing.

It seemed like these days more often than not his return to earth in the Iron Man suit was at least somewhat out of control. He couldn't count the number of times he'd used a helpfully situated building, a local landmark, or, hey, even a teammate to slow a wild descent. And he'd be damned if he'd admit it to Pepper, but on more than one occasion he hadn't even been conscious when he'd hit the ground.

So crashing wasn't really a new experience. He would get banged up a bit, maybe put a scratch in the suit somewhere, but bruised ribs healed and there was no better way to work off the post-battle high than smoothing dents out of his most prized possession.

He had a feeling crashing in the Quinjet, without his armour, was going to be a bit different..

I like me better (when I'm with you) by I_write_things_sometimes, 79 k > words, Domestic Avengers, Friends to Lovers.

If you ask either of them how they got together, they'd go back to an unremarkable night filled with expensive food, rich donors, and lots of schmoozing. And, of course, the anxiety attack that started it all.

"Not recognizing someone was strange enough, but the longer the two men spoke with — or, more accurately at — Tony, the more convinced Steve was that the conversation was unwanted, at least on Tony’s part.

The first clue was that Tony was actively leaning away from the men he was talking to. Steve had learned firsthand that Tony was an incredibly tactile person. When he wanted to talk to you, Tony engaged completely; he’d sling his arm around your shoulders, squeeze your arm, or drag you around as he talked, walked and usually did at least two other things. Even when he argued, Tony was often immediate and in his opponent's space; Steve knew that from experience.

Right now? Tony was scanning the outskirts of the room rather than making eye contact with the men near him. If Steve had to guess, Tony was looking for the nearest exit."

Or, the way Steve Rogers and Tony Stark became friends and then more.

Mission SteveTony by itsallAvengers, 7 k > words, Mutual Pining, Oblivious Steve Rogers.

If the entire team of Avengers could please stop trying to get it on with Tony when Steve is right there, he would really appreciate that, thank you

you'll wait a long time by nanasekei, 16 k > words, Pining, Post-Avengers: Infinity War Part 1 (Movie).

Steve and Tony share a moment during a wedding. Things escalate from there.

Alternatively: Four weddings, a funeral, and one very emotionally stunted idiot.

The Game by FestiveFerret, 5 k > words, Gay Chicken.

The game starts when Tony walks into the garage to find Steve sitting astride the R1200RS, staring down at his phone, and he maybe, just a little bit, walks into a car.

Talking Bodies by itsallAvengers, 13 k > words, Misunderstandings, Insecure Steve Rogers.

Coincidentally, the physical effects of romantic and sexual desire match up very closely with the physical effects of fear. But it's not a problem-- it's not like anyone is going to be able to hear the way your heart speeds up, or see the minute dilation of your pupils, are they? They'd have to be some sort of Superhuman to do that.

And what's worse than a Superhuman hearing that quick pulse and seeing those dilated eyes and concluding that you're in love with them?

A Superhuman hearing that quick pulse and seeing those dilated eyes and thinking you're terrified of them.

more than just a dream. by frostfall, 10 k > words, Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Parent Tony Stark.

Tony: Fine.

Tony: I think I might.

Tony: Just might.

Tony: Have a teensy-weensy crush.

Peter: ;)

Peter: Is it who I think it is?

Tony: Unfortunately, yes.

Tony: You happy now?

(Peter thinks he's found the perfect partner for his dad. Tony thinks his son has officially lost his mind. Steve's just oblivious to the fact that he's out of Tony's league.)

don’t want you to get it on (with nobody else but me). by frostfall, 4 k > words, Jealous Steve Rogers, The Pocky Game.

There are a lot of things that Steve doesn’t get about the future. But it’s fine. He will, eventually. He has time.

But one thing he knows is that he’ll never, ever be able to wrap his head around is the fanfare surrounding Pocky.

(Or Steve’s jealous of biscuit sticks.)

check yes (if the feeling isn't new) by cvptains, 12 k > words, Post-Captain America: Civil War (Movie), Meddling.

After the battle with Thanos, both Tony and Steve struggle with reconnecting in certain aspects of their lives. Sam Wilson and Peter Parker are totally over it.

Where both Steve and Tony's respective friends make accounts for them on the renowned dating app, FlickLove, and the results come out a bit... surprising. Cue unadvisable meddling that really — honestly — comes from good intentions.

take my heart clean apart by mistymountainking, 13 k > words, Tony Stark Has Self-Esteem Issues.

He’s tired, so tired of waiting, tired of touches with no meaning, tired of holding his breath when Steve’s in the room, tired of keeping this love to himself.

“I can’t—I can’t, if you don’t mean it.”

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Tony comes home exhausted after an SI event. Steve acts as welcoming committee. It's an old, careworn routine they've perfected over the years, but tonight ends up going in a very different direction.

#stony #stevetony #fic rec #my recs

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kodzuken-pie · 4 years

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hello from a matcha baby. might i have a kageyama request where he's touch-starved, but you're doing your best to subtly warm him up to pda? love you.

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[ A/N : Hiya Minnie! Sorry this took so long :( Watch out for that Kuroo request 👁 And of course I need to make sure to tag @tired-penguinn , our resident Kageyama lover <3 Hope you guys like it ! ]

Pairing : Kageyama x fem!reader

warning : none

Word count : 1,624k words

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“W-Will you g-go out on a d-date with m-me?” Kageyama had a handful of flowers reached out to you, his eyes tightly shut as he bowed.

You stood in front of him, genuinely shocked at his question. Everyone was frozen where they were and stared at you two in the middle of the hallway, Sugawara standing right behind him with the most proudest smile. You stood there looking at Kageyama for a few more seconds, still taken aback by his question. Sugawara cleared his throat and snapped you out back to reality.

“Uhm.. Y-yes.” You swallowed thickly. “I’d love to go out on a date with you.” Your voice was a little quiet but you knew he heard by how he reacted.

He was standing up straight now, his eyes sparkling with joy. “You will?” He asked, very excited and you answered with a nod. “Th-then since tomorrow’s a saturday, you wouldn’t mind, right?” His face was extremely red, looking away from you again.

“Of course I wouldn’t mind, Kageyama!” You take the bouquet from him and smell the pretty flowers. “I can’t wait~” You poke the tip of his nose and turn back to class.

Kageyama stood there, watching you walk off. His heart raced and he wanted to scream to the heavens about how happy he was.

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The next day. . .

He stood at the foot of your front door, his hands cold and shaking as he knocked. He stepped back and waited for someone to answer, the door was opened by your mom.

“Oh Good morning.” He bowed as he greeted, his nerves spiking.

“Good morning young man! Come on in. She’ll be down in a bit, ok? In the meantime, did you maybe want something to drink?” She asked with a polite smile.

“No, thank you. I have this for her. I remember her saying that she liked peonies and hydrangeas so I got her an arrangement.” He shows your mom a pink glass cube vase with a peony bouquet pairs lush, cloud-white hydrangeas with luscious pink peonies accented with spiral and seeded eucalyptus.

“That is really pretty. I’m sure she’ll love it.” She leaves him alone in the living room, very much impressed by the young man.

“Oh, Kageyama! So that was you!” You tapped his shoulder as you approached him, cheeks already pink and warm.

You stood behind the couch but that didn’t cover what you were wearing. You had on a red plaid skirt and a black oversized hoodie that's tucked into your skirt. His heartbeat skyrockets, seeing how beautiful and adorable you looked made him almost drop the vase of flowers.

He blinked rapidly as he stared at you. “Y-you l-look really cute. I got you th-this too.”

He swallows thickly as he hands you the vase, your hands brushing against his for a second. You got concerned when you felt how cold his hands were, making a mental note to ask about it later. You sniffed the air around the flowers and hummed happily.

“You remembered my favorite flowers?” You looked at him then at the bouquet. “Thank you. I love it. Let me put this in my room then we can go, ok?” You quickly turned, carefully climbing up the stairs to your bedroom and placing the vase on your desk to admire it once you went home.

You made your way down and saw your parents talking up a storm with Kageyama. Instantly feeling embarrassed by the thought of them asking him a whole bunch of questions but as soon as you got down you knew you had nothing to worry about. He was answering their questions without a hint of nervousness and discomfort, something you admire about him.

You stood next to him and smiled. “Well I know you two are bombarding him with questions but I would like to go now.” You gave your mom a hug then walked towards the door with him walking behind you.

You slipped on your shoes and put on your beret before waving goodbye to your parents and walking out. Your hands hang on each side of you, one hand brushing his every now and then as you two walked side by side. He looked straight while your eyes flocked from his hand to his side profile, your heart bouncing each time his hand brushed yours. Without a second thought and hesitation, you took his hand but he flinched and took his hand away from yours.

“S-sorry.” You both stuttered out.

You held your hand in front of you while he put his on his neck, then you remembered how cold his hands were earlier.You had wanted to ask but you didn’t want to make things awkward so you kept your mouth shut and stared at the road, wondering why he didn’t want to hold your hand.

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A few weeks later. . .

You stood at the sidelines, your hands raised up in the air as you cheered for Karasuno. Screaming out your boyfriend, Tobio Kageyama’s name. A proud smile spread on your face as they won the first match against Johzenji High. You excitedly ran down to meet the team as they left the court, running up to your boyfriend when you saw him.

He shrunk as you wrapped your arms around him but this didn’t bother you anymore after you learned that he was just shy. “Congratulations, my precious blueberry! You did so well and you looked so cool!” He slowly relaxed in your arms, feeling pride well up in his chest with your words.

He now squirmed and hugged you back, pushing your head against his chest. “Thank you for your support, we couldn’t have done it without you.”

The whole team stood and looked at you and Kageyama in shock so did Oikawa when he passed by. He definitely felt his energy regenerate the longer he held you, quickly relaxing. You were so happy that he was slowly warming up to all your affection and that you were breaking through his shyness, even if it was just little hugs like this.

“Well isn’t that what a good girlfriend does? Support her boyfriend no matter what he does?” You looked up at him and caressed his cheek, them turning pink under your touch.

You notice him get flustered so you decide to pull away and hold his hand, walking to wherever the team was headed. The team just walked ahead of you two, being a mix of proud and jealous. Proud that Kageyama was finally able to return your affection and jealous that he got a girlfriend before they did.

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Two months later. . .

“Tobio, I’m hungry.” You whined but he only held you tighter. “Please? We can still cuddle after we eat and I know you’re hungry too.”

He buried his face on the crook of your neck and grumbled something incoherent. You end up having to sit up with him still draped around you. He huffed and let you go, laying back down on the picnic blanket. This made you giggle then reach for the basket, taking out the sandwiches you had made for your picnic date at the park. You hand him one and smile as he sits up.

“Who would've thought you’d become this clingy, huh?” You unwrap your sandwich and take a small bite.

He took a big bite of his, looking at you with full cheeks. He chewed his food and swallowed, crumbs left by his lips. “I was just nervous back then ok?” He pouted.

“I know, I know. Not going to lie the first time I tried to hold your hand and you took it away, I thought you hated me.” You rolled your eyes and he dropped his sandwich to put both his hands on your shoulders.

“I would never hate you. In fact, I love you.” It took him a few seconds to realize exactly what he just said before his eyes went wide.

“Y-you d-do?” Your eyes went just as wide as his, breath hitching in your throat. “I love you too, Tobio.”

For the first time, he took the initiative and pulled you close to him. His lips hovered on top of yours, eyes looking for confirmation that you wanted this just as much as he did. Your eyes stayed glued to his as you whispered “Yes.” then his lips fell on yours. You inhaled sharply then relaxed, the kiss feeling so otherworldly that it seems like you two were in space. The world felt right at that moment, the birds chirped a lovely melody while the air filled with the scent of flowers.

You opened your eyes when he pulled away, still feeling his lips on yours. “Wow.” You said under your breath, coming out as barely a whisper.

“Yeah, wow.” He repeated after you, the softest smile on his face.

You cupped his cheek and sighed, your heart feeling so full of love and happiness. “You know I’m glad that you’ve opened up to me more. It makes me really happy.”

“Sorry if it seemed like I hated you, I just. . I’m just new to all this so I’m glad that you were patient with me.” He leaned his forehead on yours, the atmosphere filling with love.

“Don’t worry, I’m new to this too. I’m glad that I get to do all of this with you though. It makes everything worth it.” You quickly pecked his lips, the sandwiches being long forgotten.

He pulls you down as he pressed a kiss on your lips, laying back down on the picnic blanket. You two spent the rest of the day being comfortable in each other’s arms, stealing a quick kiss here and there as you talk about what’s yet to come.

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lady-spacy · 4 years

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Puzzle Pieces: Interlude-What is a soulmate?(RK-800 Connor x Reader; Deroit: Become Human) Part 4

Greeeeeetings!

I am glad to be back (finally) after a whole year. I am sorry.

A lot happened and I hope that you are in a safe space. I am sending you a social-distanced and corona-free hug! <3

Also, big shoutout to all the old and new readers and peeps who found their way to this fanfiction in the last year. Reading the notifications of likes and retweets and even asks to be tagged in the next part never failed to make me feel so happy and giggly inside. This chapter was actually posted already a few weeks ago on AO3 but only now I finally got around to update on here as well. So extra-kudos for your extra-patience! :D <3

We’re doing some world-building in this chapter and our boi Connor feels things and is overall confused by the answers he finds. A lot to look forward to for you. :D

And one more thing until I finally let you go to reading, I decided to specify the reader's pronouns and settled with female pronouns. But otherwise than that I still try to write the reader as open as possible that you have more room to find yourself in the story. If you would prefer different pronouns, tho, please message me and we'll figure something out for you. I am there for you and I want to respect your pronouns and want you to have a good reading experience.

Spoilers for the game in the following chapter, btw.

I think I’ve kept you from the chapter now long enough. Enjoy reading. <3

Message me if you want to be tagged in the next chapter.

Stay safe and please be responsible and wear a mask over nose and mouth.

All my love, lady-spacy

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Interlude- What is a soulmate?

"Lieutenant", Connor asked, "what is a soulmate? I noticed that the subject of 'soulmates' appears in two out of three conversations and it caused always a measurable change in one's body chemistry. For example, I detected an increased level of serotonin and..."

"Do you stop talking if I answer your question?", a very tired Lieutenant Anderson interrupted Connor's analysis. Hank knew that if he wouldn't be stopped soon, Connor would continue to talk about hormones and blushes and cheesy giggles and all that exhausting stuff that came with the topic of soulmates. The only way to shut that noisy android up was to answer his questions and they would be in the car to Kamski’s estate for another twenty minutes. And twenty minutes could be long next to someone who wants to talk so badly when all you want to do is to drive in peace.

"Of course, Lieutenant."

Hank rolled his eyes and fought the urge to sigh, of fucking course would that shut Connor up. He was predictable after all, very – curious but predictable.

“A soulmate is your, uh, uhm, your lifelong partner. I mean, not your partner, I don’t think Androids have soulmates…”, Hank eyed Connor from the side and wondered what his LED ring on his temple looked like. He had realized that whenever Connor was thinking about something his LED would spin around, sometimes slow, sometimes even faster. Sometimes it would even change the color and would go from blue to yellow.

And now Hank found himself wondering what that Android did to him, that he cared about what Connor thought.

Connor had watched Hank closely and attentive. He wanted to know, he wanted to understand.

“No, Lieutenant, Androids do not have soulmates. But I still don’t understand what a soulmate differs from a good friend? What is it that makes you have the names written on your bodies, who decides on what name, which person, will appear on your body, why are your destinies supposed to be connected by something, apparently without your consent. Did you ever choose to have a soulmate?”

‘Yeah’, Hank thought by himself, ‘good questions.’

“Soulmates are a difficult topic”, he finally spoke out loud. Trying to find words to explain a concept that no one really understood.

”Even scientists didn’t’t found all answers”, continued Hank, “as far as I know, they aren’t even close. We don’t know what bonds us to another human being. Soulmates are said to be ‘tied together from the universe itself’”, Hank drew quotation marks in the air with his right hand that wasn’t on the wheel, “but whatever it is that decided about that, we’re having to deal with that shit now. And for your question, soulmates are supposed to be partners, lovers even, a team that belongs together. People who give each other security and safety. It’s a nice idea but in reality it doesn’t play out. We don’t choose our soulmates and don’t get a say with it. There is no ‘consent’ in that soulmate shit, as you put it in words.”

“Have you found your soulmate, Lieutenant? Was your heart broken and this is why you now doubt the idea of soulmates? I can detect patterns of emotional distress in your voice.”

“Jeez, do you try to be fucking psychiatrist now?”

„No“, came Connor‘s immediate answer.

„I am just trying to understand human nature better.”

“Well, there is a name on my wrist, if that’s what you want to know. But at the end it was only a name. Just because you have a name there doesn’t mean that you will live happily ever after. Life can still happen…”

For Hank this was it, he had already said enough. He glanced over to Connor who still looked at him, Hank, with this never ending gleam of curiosity and analyzing that always surrounded him.

Android? Hank wondered if this was truly the nature of that boy, sure his body was artificial but what about his heart?

‘Androids don’t have hearts’ would have said the Hank from just four days ago and now he just wasn’t sure about that anymore. He had seen so much, he had seen two girls, who were so deeply in love that they were willing to do anything to be together, he had seen Connor deciding not to shoot these girls and let them get away, obviously going against his programming as a hunter.

And then Connor’s answers two nights ago on that playground, Hank had seen trouble in his eyes, he had heard the poorly covered confusion in his voice, which left him confused as well.

Hank started to wonder if they were wrong, what if Androids could be more than the illusion of a human?

“Mr Kamski?“, Hank called, when he and Connor were finally let in to meet Elijah Kamski.

“Just a moment, please”, came the immediate answer from the other side of the room, where the former CEO of Cyberlife was currently swimming in a pool with red tiles that made it look like it was filled with blood instead of water.

While they waited for him to come out of the pool, Connor took the time to look around in the large room with big art pieces on the walls and a glass window that filled the whole outer wall and showed the view towards the frozen Detroit River.

He turned around again when he heard water splashing, signaling a body that was lifted out of it and he saw Kamski climbing up the pool ladder.

Acting on a sudden impulse Connor tried to catch a glimpse of Kamski’s wrist hoping to see his soulmark as the RT-600 Chloe, who had opened the door for them, helped Kamski put on a bath robe but before he came close enough to see, Kamski turned around to the window and fixed his hair.

When he turned back to him and Hank he smirked at Connor, just as he had read his mind, and crossed his hands loosely over is lower abdomen, completely blocking the view to his wrists.

And kept his hands like this for the rest of the conversation.

„I always leave an emergency exit in my programs…“, Kamski looked at Connor with his sly, sparkling eyes, full with endless smugness and the touch of a smirk on the corners of his mouth.

As if this whole exchange has not been confusing and frightening enough for Connor, he had to deal with this mysterious comment now, too. What does that mean? What does he want to say with it?

Connor would like to ask but he would probably just get another riddle as an answer.

“Connor, wait!”

A voice called him back as he was about to head outside.

He stopped and turned around to the original RT-600 model, her eyes burning with an intensity and significance that Connor had never seen before, at least not in an Android’s eyes. He could not look away.

Again, as he locked eyes with the very first Android, who was able to pass the Turing test, he saw more there. For the same reason that he hasn’t been able to shoot not even seven minutes ago, for the same reason did he now stop in his tracks and waited patiently for what she had to say.

She...

That word lingered in his mind for a very long moment.

‘What is happening?’ screamed his mind, unable to cope. His mind was drowning in too many illogical new information and sensations.

This is too much!

‘I can’t look away’, Connor realized as he stared into her burning eyes, his mind being filled with just one thought: ‘Whatever is happening here right now is important! Don’t blink!’

“The truth is beneath your skin”, she said hastily, softly tipping on his right wrist with her index finger, right where the sleeves of his jacket ended.

He followed the movement of her finger with his eyes and stared at his wrist. What could be there, hiding, waiting?

“The truth is there, everything you need to know!” Connor did not know what to say or do, he just kept staring at his wrist, trying to see, to understand, what she could possibly be talking about.

He continued staring at his wrist and her finger until he finally came back to his senses, after too many seconds that are an eternity for Androids.

Blinking away once again the warning for the never ending, wildly spinning software instability that had appeared when that Chloe had stopped him.

Connor practically sprinted outside to Hank and his car.

^^ Software Instability ^^

R#aN%9I=97&°

Connor took a step back in surprise, Androids could have soulmates!

Ortiz’ Android had a soulmark! Written in blue CyberLife fond stood a name on the Android’s wrist, Melanie.

Maybe the soulmarks came with deviancy, Connor thought, maybe their soulmate was only revealed when they became deviant. Meaning that there had always been someone who was meant to be- waiting, sleeping under the skin. Meaning that deviancy was a lot more than a virus or a software error. Deviancy could be a revelation of life in all of it’s aspects.

But deviancy was just an irregularity in the programming, Connor thought, seeking comfort in programmed truths that he wanted to believe so badly. Truths that did not feel true anymore. But if he didn’t believe in them, he had nothing left to believe in. Connor was lost. Lost between the destroyed bodies of Androids who had only wanted peace, justice or a home.

Connor stood on an edge, every time a software instability appeared he could see the abyss, he did not want to fall!

So he clung onto the only truths he ever knew. Otherwise he would become like them, just another broken machine.

He continued examining the Androids’ bodies and finds from his missions for a clue for Jericho in the evidence room of the Detroit Police Department. While he scanned and analyzed, he tried to find comfort in the tasks that he was created for–the software instabilities that occurred even more regularly now in the past days confused and scared him, Connor couldn’t comprehend what was happening to him- he needed to be uninterrupted if he wanted to find the deviant leader and finally bring back order into this chaos.

Connor craved peace, he craved the monotone calmness of executing programs and tasks, no emotions, no insecurities, no confusion.

But his thoughts came always back to soulmates- how could this be possible?

Deviancy was maybe caused by a computer virus and soulmates were supposed to be a real lifelong connection between two human beings, that were alive and had a soul. Soulmates for Androids just couldn’t work, Androids just don’t have souls!

They are only machines, programmed to think, they have no real mind of their own and yet all of the Androids in the evidence room had their soulmarks on their wrists.

Daniel even had a name written in red by a human’s hand as his soulmark.

A human had been Daniel’s soulmate… But what about his soulmate now, do they search now forever for someone who is not alive anymore?

Alive…

And again, another warning for a software instability appeared in Connor‘s periphery. He blinked it away.

How could this be that he had actually thought of Daniel as ‘once alive’?

He, Connor, the currently on duty RK- 800 model, the android sent by CyberLife to hunt down deviants, who was faster, better and more advanced than any Android before him, who was programmed to follow orders, that were given to him, with precision and no room for doubts, second thoughts or even a mind of his own, he, Connor, had thought about an Android who he had hunted down with that precision, executing his advanced negotiating programs and earning the Android‘s trust in the end, as dead.

Alive means that something can die, not to be destroyed, not to be deactivated, not to be shut down. Life and death are terms to describe flesh and blood, red blood. Not blue blood.

But maybe, Connor thought and the LED on his temple went yellow for yet another time on this day, maybe, just maybe, was there another truth for Androids and for him. Maybe there was life and death and love and emotions, maybe there was a soul.

It was as time had slowed down for a moment as he jumped, no, as he was flying...

He saw snowflakes passing him in slow motion, he was seeing all their details, all their individuality, despite their outer uniformity of one shared build.

It was mesmerizing–and odd.

Odd because he saw their beauty, he did not just made an analysis of their geometrical structures or chemical composition, he saw them glittering and dancing in the lights of the pier.

This was new and wonderful, it was as he would be seeing for the first time, as he had been blindfolded all this time...

The moment passed as Connor hit through the surface of the Detroit River, dulled from the water around him he could hear the explosion of Jericho behind him.

‘I hope everyone made it out’, he thought as he resurfaced.

His head was spinning, not from the explosion or the jump in the freezing cold water, physically he was in perfect condition, but mentally it did feel like he just jumped out of a 20 meter freighter that exploded right behind him. He was feeling– something. Emotions were still so new to him that naming them was difficult for Connor.

He was deviant now! He had broken down the red wall that had kept him in place for so long, he had pushed and pulled against the order to stop Markus until the wall crumbled down, fell around him. Connor had lowered the gun and did the only thing that he could in that moment to show his gratitude. He warned Markus. The FBI would come and attack Jericho. He knew about the plans and in another world, a lifetime ago, did he plan to help the soldiers and to hunt Markus down, to drive him into a corner and to end the uprising, there and now. But now, everything was different. The hunter had become the prey in just a blink of an eye. Everything was different now.

‘What will Markus do now?’ Connor wondered. ‘He knows just as well as I do, who it was, who had led the FBI, the humans, to Jericho. Can he ever trust me? Can I trust myself? I fell, now it happened, the abyss caught me…’

Connor set course for the pier and swam towards a short stone staircase that was normally used to board the smaller boats that landed there.

“Here, let me help you”, an Android, whom Connor did not know, smiled kindly down to him from the pier and offered him a hand, which Connor took after a short moment of doubt, how could that Android be kind to him, he was the deviant hunter after all. The unfamiliar Android held Connor’s hand firmly and quickly helped him out of the water, while Connor climbed up the steps, slick and slippery from the water and several kinds of algae and seaweed.

The Android made a sound of satisfaction and nodded as Connor finally stood next to him, dripping wet and his beanie and hair sticking to his forehead. That he had not lost the beanie surprised him, but it was a pleasant surprise, finding a way through the city under curfew would be much easier with the beanie now that would hide his LED.

“Ah, there we go. How are you?”, the Android asked him and smiled again, warm, kind and honest.

There was no hostility in his eyes, smile or posture, Connor came to the conclusion that he just simply did not know who he was.

And he enjoyed his friendliness, never before had he been treated with such kindness.

“I am good, thank you. I should dry up. Otherwise I am afraid that my servos will freeze and cause severe damage to my system.”

A human would have probably not survived a jump like that and if they would have survived the jump itself, the freezing water would have quickly led to a fatal hypothermia, if they would have not be gotten out of the water very quickly and put out of their wet clothes and into a warm place with new clothes, but Connor was not human and it helped him survive now.

Being able to carefully heat up his inner systems he was able to dry himself up from the inside and to even dry his hair and clothes.

Feeling better now, as he was dried up again and could move all of his joints without any hindrance, he tried to smile at the gentle Android, to show him his gratitude.

He smiled back at him, again, warm, welcoming and sincere.

„I am Malcolm by the way, who are you?“

And for the second time this evening the Android, Malcolm, offered Connor his hand.

Malcolm, radiated such warmth and love, he was more human than many humans were and it was easy to take his outstretched hand and shake it. Connor felt safe with him and his heavy heart got a little lighter from his friendliness.

„It is good to meet you, Malcolm, my name-“, Connor stopped mid-sentence, he was about to use his programmed introduction, just stating his given name and origin in CyberLife but the name they had given him had become his identity he was now more than the Android sent by CyberLife…

With a short nod he decided to be Connor and closed his still open introduction with a, hopefully, friendly look on his face: „I am Connor!“

A human wouldn’t have noticed, but Connor did, how Malcolm’s brows just slightly rose and a look of, was it surprise or even delightment, took over Malcolm’s face for a brief moment until he started smiling ever so slightly again and even seemed to be satisfied.

„Ever heard of soulmates, Connor?“, Malcolm asked with a sly grin tugging on the left corner of his mouth and Connor was confused.

“Hey, would you show me your arm, please?”

Even more confused now Connor looked over to Malcolm who had anticipation written all over his face.

“Why do you want to see my arm?” asked Connor back and Malcolm’s face got soft.

“I have a debt to pay and if you are, who I think you are, you can help me do that. I have a friend, who was always there for me, even long before I became deviant, was I treated with kindness and humanity by her and she also helped me to come to Detroit, so I can stand, march, fight with my people. Without her help, I wouldn’t be here now. When I was lost, scared and afraid did she catch me in her arms. I owe her my life. She never asked for anything in return, she only said that it is what friends do for each other. But I was always very sad, that I would never be able to do for her what she had done for me. But that I’ve met you right now, right here, was a sign that I can make her biggest dream come true.”

“Her biggest dream?”, Connor asked, his wrist tingling.

Malcolm nodded and smiled brightly. “Yes. Because I think that I’ve found her soulmate.”

Malcolm stopped walking and turned to Connor, grabbing him by the shoulders, smiled softly and looked him straight in the eyes.

“Connor, I think you are my friend’s soulmate, who she had prayed for, for her entire life!”

Soulmate…

Something inside of Connor was spinning, soulmate, he had a soulmate?

Of course, of course he had a soulmate, he was deviant now! How could he not? He had seen the prove of the possibility in the evidence room on each of the Androids’ bodies. On their wrists…

Excitement was rushing through him as he quickly pushed up the sleeves of his jacket and shirt and found a name on his right wrist. He stared at the red letters, sweepingly written, all of the bows and every line and dot written by his soulmate’s hand.

His soulmate!

Connor whispered your name, tasting it on his tongue.

Oh, he would never get enough of it!

*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~

Part 5

Tags: @sthorkronstrangy @tropfenlady @plaidamoosette @kazuha159 @clussysposts @peterhollandd

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peachy-beomie · 3 years

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Holding You In My Heart (Until I Can Hold You In My Arms) <KUNTEN>

Genre: Fluff

Pairings: Kunten (Qian Kun x Ten Lee)

Word Count: 1,643

Warnings: None!

Synopsis: COVID AU in which Kun sets up a bunch of cute zoom dates for him and his boyfriend.

A/N: I got bored and I really want to start working on my masterlist so I decided to post this :D

AO3 Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/29410125

From: [email protected]

To: [email protected]

Join Zoom Meeting

{zoom link}

I stare quizzically at the email that pops up on my screen, interrupting my FRIENDS marathon. The message comes from none other than my boyfriend Kun, who’s been spending all of quarantine so far looking for ways for us to go on dates.

When COVID hit, Kun and I were forced to confine ourselves in our respective apartments, limiting contact. It hasn’t been too hard thus far, we call and text everyday without fail. Simple good mornings and silly pictures of my cat sufficed for the first month or so. But as the quarantine dragged on, I began missing Kun’s face more and more. We hadn’t been on a proper date in god knows how long, and it was starting to impact my mental health.

Curiosity consumes me as I click the link, awaiting whatever dorky plot Kun had conjured up. Within seconds his lopsided grin filled my screen and drew a small smile from my lips.

“Hi Sunshine!” He greets cheerfully, the familiar pet name bringing warmth to my cheeks.

“Heya baby, what’s this about?”

“Nothing, just missed you.” Kun’s tone has a hint of mischief that doesn’t go unnoticed by me. But playing along with Kun is way more fun than interrogating him.

“Mmm not as much as I missed you. You sure there’s no special reason for this?” I can see Kun’s eyes sparkling despite the low quality graphics.

“Weeeeellllllll I suppose I did want to ask if you’d want to go on a date?”

“A date? How would we do that?”

“Like this!” Kun gestures eagerly at the screen. “Through zoom! I found all kinds of fun things we can do.”

“And when would we do this?”

“I mean I’m free now…” Kun suggests, eliciting a giggle from me. Sometimes Kun’s cuteness is unbelievable.

“That works for me. What’d you have in mind baby?” Kun’s eyes sparkle mischievously.

“Wanna get your ass whooped at Mario Kart?”

“In your d r e a m s Qian.”

⏳

After that initial date, zoom dates with Kun became a frequent occurance. Kun wasn’t kidding when he said he had a lot of ideas. He set up so many dates ranging from movie nights (“You know he comes back in the next movie right?” “TOM HOLLAND IS TOO HOT TO DIE KUN.”) to a talent show consisting mostly of magic and Louis ignoring my attempts to make him do tricks. I began to look forward to each and every one of the meetings. Especially if it’s my turn to plan the date (“It’s more fun playing Just Dance against you cause you’re uncoordinated and I always win.” “Shut up.”). Dates with Kun made quarantine far more tolerable, though I still missed cuddling with Kun. The teddy bear he sent me as a replacement was a kind gesture though.

I hold it close as I watch Kun struggle to repeat the steps I taught him. A small chuckle escapes my lips, and Kun immediately turns to me with a pout.

“Don’t laugh, I think I’m doing alright.”

“Oh yeah at this pace you’ll be in level 2 hiphop in no time,” I joke, only laughing harder at the huff Kun lets out. “I wasn’t laughing at you darling, just thinking about how much I love you.” The older boy looks slightly stunned by my confession but he’s beaming from ear to ear within seconds.

“I love you too Sunshine.”

***

“It’s way too salty.”

“I told you the recipe didn’t call for a cup of salt but you wouldn’t listen!!!” I giggle at my exasperated boyfriend before putting the failed noodle dish in the sink.

“Maybe I should hire a better teacher.”

“Good luck finding someone else who’ll tolerate your bullshit like I do,” We both chuckle at that. “Are you available for another date Friday night?”

I pretend to think it over before shrugging, “I suppose I can fit you into my schedule.” Kun glares cutely at me through the screen. “What do you have planned?”

“It’s a surprise.” Kun wiggles his eyebrows for emphasis.

“Sounds mysterious.”

“Well if I recall correctly you love suspense,” Kun muses, “You in?”

“Of course.”

Kun tries to keep up his mysterious demeanor, but the way he visibly lights up at my confirmation is impossible to miss.

“Then I’ll see you in 3 days sunshine.” And with a final wink, he ends the meeting.

Cheeky fucker.

⏳

Finding the patience to wait for Kun’s surprise proved quite challenging. I couldn’t help but mull over what on earth the older man had planned. The existence of the mystery lifted my previously sour mood, but I couldn’t for the life of me solve for x while Kun’s gleeful words raced through my head.

After nearly an hour of staring at the same math question, I decide planning my outfit would be a better use of my time. Considering I have no idea what Kun is planning, I try to pick an outfit that’s casual but also pretty. I didn’t want to overdo it (it’s only a zoom date after all) but I also wanted Kun to know I tried. I tear my closet apart for about 20 minutes before settling on my favorite white tee and jeans. I also opt to do a little makeup, knowing Kun would appreciate it. Showering, makeup, and hair take up the rest of my time and before I know it, it’s time for our zoom date.

It appears I wasn’t the only one looking forward to the date because even though I logged on a whole 5 minutes early, Kun was already waiting to admit me.

“Someone’s excited.” I tease, proud of the light pink that dusts kun’s cheeks

“I’m the host, what’s your excuse?” He chuckles lightly. “You look gorgeous Sunshine.”

“Not so bad yourself,” my teasing tone barely disguises the obvious want in my voice. Cause Kun. Looks. Adorable. It’s not that he’s dressed up, not at all actually. He’s dressed somewhat similarly to me, drowning in a plain collared long sleeve. The sleeves are long enough to cover his hands, giving him sweater paws that make him appear not only soft, but tiny. His chocolate brown hair is mussed up, only adding to the overall image. To top it all off, he seems to be wearing a little bit of lip balm. I have never wanted to kiss someone so bad in my entire life.

“You frozen there lovebug?” Kun’s amused comment breaks me out of my stupor.

“Nope, just enjoying the view,” I wink nonchalantly once again relishing in the blush rising up Kun’s neck. “So what’s your plan?”

“You should be finding out in about…” He checks his watch dramatically, “5 minutes.” I could only giggle in response as I watched my boyfriend, eyes gleaming with mischief. As I may have mentioned previously: Kun is a dork. He enjoys setting up dates a lot (maybe a bit too much). He likes to come up with weird creative ideas for us to try. It’s one of the things I love most about him. And the way his gaze is flitting every which way and his legs are bouncing all over the place is a clear sign that he’s extremely proud of whatever he’s planned.

A few minutes of mindless chitchat later, I hear the doorbell ring. I give Kun a knowing look as he pretends not to know what’s going on. I open the door to see two boxes of take out from my favorite restaurant. I turn to Kun on the screen.

“You didn’t.”

“Oh, but I did sunshine.”

As I open the delicious smelling box I see that he’d gotten my favorite dish as well. He’d remembered every detail of it. A few tears escape my eyes against my will. Kun seems confused and concerned by my reaction, his beautiful features melting into a frown.

“Did I get something wrong? I swear I checked like 8 times to make sure I just--”

“No Kun it’s perfect,” I smile wetly. “You got everything right baby, I’m just really lucky to have you.” Kun nods understandingly grinning to reveal his dimple, and all of a sudden I’m hit with a wave of sadness and longing. I want nothing more than to be there with Kun, to caress his cheeks and bury my head in his chest and kiss the freckle under his brow that I love so much. I’m hit all at once with the realization that I miss being with Kun, and suddenly the tears are streaming down my cheeks. Kun stays silent, patient as always and it only makes me want to cry more.

“I miss you so fucking much,” I whisper between sobs. My vision is far too blurry to see how Kun is reacting to my outburst. “I hate this stupid quarantine, and the stupid virus, and stupid zoom. I just w-want to hug you so bad kunkun.” My voice breaks at the end of my sobs.

“Aw baby, I know. Any time we do these dates I can’t help but miss everything about you. You mean so much to me and not being able to see you has been torture. But don’t worry too much Sunshine. This is not permanent. I’m confident we’ll be able to see each other again.” Kun’s eyes are practically pouring out affection and genuineness.

“I’m sorry for ruining the date.”

“If you don’t hush right now I’m going to find a way to Zoom slap you,” Kun teased. “You have absolutely nothing to apologize for and you haven’t ruined anything. We can just eat and watch a movie together yeah?”

There on my couch, as I lost count of the hours going by with Kun’s voice in my ears: I realized that despite the unideal situation, we’d be okay.

KUNTEN PIC OF THE DAY:

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beebeyjuice · 4 years

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Beezleboss (Beetlejuice*x Neutral!Reader x OC) NSFW-ish

I have to complete anessaya dn I’m over here awake, listening to Tenacious D so just take it okay? just take it and...cuddle with it. It needs to be cuddled with.

*I may add the rock!BJ AU and Devil!BJ tag because...it’s fucking Tenacious D what other excuse do I have???

Warnings: Mentions of R*pe, drugs, with a little dark humour* (read after the ellipses)

Update: It is 4 am...I started at 1 am. I liked this story very much :D. Enjoy.

Published: 4/11/20

https://soundcloud.com/butcher-ben-592/tenacious-d-beezleboss

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I was sitting on the couch, strumming the guitar semi-consciously while waiting for my roommate to put the pot in the bong. The notes rolled off like a god was savoring the delicious riffs that kept on cooking. We alternated the use of the pick that we have found, and with its existence our lives gotten better. We gotten fame, money, a taste of both pussy and dick, because why the fuck not?

We even got a new friend, our agent, who’s nickname was Beezleboss. Sure it was a weird name, but there’s even weirder ones that are accepted by the crowd. Maybe he wanted to join the band?

(Y/N) came into the living room with the bag in their hand and sit next to me, and I placed the guitar in the stand. The pick I placed on the necklace frame. We both have our own necklace that holds the pick so it wouldn’t be as easy to lose it. It had its own eight, and its own disadvantages-

For one...we sometimes get paranoid and we forget the other one has it. Sometimes I’m up at 3 AM on the roof in my underwear and braless desperately looking for it, but then realization hits like a motherfucker when I realize that 1) (Y/N) has and 2) I am never on the roof for whatever reason, nice view though. It is always a nice view, it would be fun to fuck someone...maybe Beezlebub? Bezebos? Beteljuice? Juice...

“Hey (Y/N) hand me the orange juice will ya?” I asked and made a grabby motion and thanking them for the carton.

Our phones vibrated and (Y/N) leant over on her right side to scan the screen while holding the bong in her hand, “Oh hey it’s Beezleboss, wants to meet us in the front yard.”

Confused, I asked, “Why didn’t he just come in like he always does?”

You shrugged your shoulders and set down the bong gently, bitch, you’re never gently with my stuff.

I dressed up, well...put on a bra because I didn’t want to deal with the sweat stains when I’m inside the house and followed you outside to meet our manager. Sometimes (Y/N) and I speak freely in our home how much we really want to fuck him...oh my goood was he just delicious-looking. He can join our little band anytime if it means we just hop on and-

“Hey boss, how’s it going?” you greeted with a smile and pulled him in a hug.

He smiled, his canines (fuuuck me he can mark me anytime) showed as he returned the hug, “Pretty good, I was just strolling by see how you guys are.” When he released the hug, he pulled back to adjust the striped jacket. He had such an unusual sense of fashion, but he was so fucking adorable. Sometimes I don’t know whether to pinch his cheeks or to whip his sweet thicc butt *I felt my head tilt a little to scan the curves* or to just...take me.

I know (Y/N) is thinking those dirty ass thoughts, they do this little thing by crossing their arms across their chest and and using the fingernail of their pinky to scratch their arm lightly to ground them to reality and not slip into their sexual fantasies. I’m pretty sure they want to see him in a leather outfit, and god do I as well. I’m more of an emotionless, “zoning out” kind of person. I scanned his body and when I watched those gorgeous hazel eyes, only for them to have a direct contact do I smile and go over to hug them. I had no fucking clue what they were talking about but they didn’t say my name. I held him in a side-hug, resting my hand on my hip as I now enter the conversation, “Boss, you looking sexy as ever.” I reported, serious and saluting him as that was the most important part of the discussion. We both saw the sudden blush and timidness that appeared and I leaned back slightly, made direct eye contact with you and went from an emotionless expression to a wide grin and a thumbs up liek it was indeed the mst blessful day ever. I got away with these comments because it was common, (Y/N), however, that (gurl/boi/madamonsieure)....that’s 50 shades of F.U.C.K.E.D.U.P., my comments were NOTHING compared to what this sex demon had to offer

~Flashback~

Me: Yo, (Y/N), the city of fallen angels has nothing compare to the operas you perform when you commit to the sexto-y-nueve.

You: *chuckles and you lil shit would grab my chin and lightly graze it* I will fuck you day and night, from pleasure to pain, whether you want to or not *leans closer* and you will start calling me the Lideric because I will not stop until you say my name like a prayer and your bones will be crumpling, you will be so dehydrated that you will need to go to the hospital constantly to get IV bags injected into your bloodstream that when you waste their resources, you depend on my own cum to keep you alive. *smirks*

Me: ... *mouth gaped*...

You: *taps on my chin and leaves me hanging as you do your research*

Me: Holy shit, mark me down as scared and horny.

You smiled so sweetly as you tried to brush me off, “Ignore her, she’s had too much to drink.”

I lazily pointed at you, objecting your claim, “That is not true...I may have had about two cups of Orange Juice, who knows.” I shrug my shoulders lightly. This made beezleboss chuckle and had a fit of giggles before taking a deep breath to calm down, “Alright, alright, guys I’ve been meaning to tell you about this..situation that I’m in and-” now I slowly unglueed myself from the manager made slow, long steps to stand next to you, “...que paso, compadre?”

He was confused, trying to understand why I got so defensive and ready to beat his cute butt off the driveway.

“I hope it isn’t to tell us you won’t be our manager.” You stated bluntly, always more mature than me. Now I was able to see the rings that decorated his fingers, the black fingernails, the green hair that was slicked back, his skin slightly palish as always.

When he laughed, he shooked his heads, “No noo, that is not it nah- uh it has to do with production.”

I tilt my head to the side, “But we just finished producing songs yesterday.” I say in a high-pitch voice to make aware of my confusion.

He nods, “Yes, you have.” He grins, now there was one canine tooth that was visible and I was confused. I wasn’t going to address the lost tooth, but you sighed softly, “Right, I think I know what you mean. Mija, let’s grab our guitars and go to the studio and make a few more songs.” When you walked passed me, you added: “Besides, we have a few songs under our sleeves.” and you glanced down on the silver necklace.

I smile and nodded in affirmation then looked at our boss, “We’ll be right back!” and I ran, following you. When I walked up the stairs to the door, I reached up to the necklace and looked down to see the empty frame. I smiled, then I suddenly panicked. My eyes widen, and my body tensed up. I rushed to you, nearly pinning you against the wall. You were taken off guard, raising the guitars above our heads, “Mija! Watch it, you almost made drop the guitars-”

“Listen to me, and I mean....fucking. listen to me.” My voice was shaking, my hands were trembling and I was on brink in crying, “I...lost the pick.” and I sucked in my lips. Your eyes widen, lowering your arms, “Whatthefuckdoyoumeanyoulostthefuckingpick.” You said faster than you ever said anything in your life.

“I mean...I lost the pick. It was in the frame, and now it’s gone. We have to distract him, we have to distract boss and I have to look for the pick.”

~~~

Meanwhile, Beezleboss, who waited patiently, smirked slowly as he raised his hand to reveal the glowing green pick. The pick transformed into a canine tooth that was possible for him to shape shift into his true form: His eye color changed from the hazel to the golden orbs, his mouth opened slightly to reveal the two pairs of canines into two rows of sharp teeth. He stuck out his tongue for it to be fork-pitched and slithering to get the sensation used to.His suit got dirtier in means that it was aging, horns grew from the temples, making an upward curve. His finger nails grew into claws and he was more pale, like beige white paper. A tail was revealed from under the coat and flicked a few times, it stretched as well, curling a few times before making it rest on the concrete floor.

He lolled his head, making a growling sound emit from his throat as he was relieved to be in his true form, ready to take your souls to the netherworld and make you two suffer from the pain he had to endure with the stupid breathers.

~~~

I paced back and forth, repeating fragments and ideas before you take my shoulder, “We’re gonna find the pick, and we are going to make music after, okay?” You gave me my guitar and I put on the strap, “Y-yeah, yeah, we’re gonna find it.” I repeated, doing the habit of rubbing my fingertips and we headed out the door. However, when we walked outside, we screamed in horror as we jumped in our arms.

“IT’S SHOOOOWTIME!!~” The entity sanged in his gravelly voice, even biting his lip as he heard the screams, blinking only to smirk towards us, his golden eyes filled with rage and mischief.

We separated from each other to fully observe the demon, monster whatever it was that was in front of us, speechless in the moment.

He spread his arms apart as he says in a guttural tone: “I am complete!!”

“Fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuck” (Y/N) and I synced, really progressing what was going on.

“Yes you are Fucked! Shit out of Luck! Now I’m complete and my Cock you will suck!” and he proceeded to open the jacket slightly to thrust his hips forwards to mimic the fucking motion, “This world will be mine, and you’re first in line, You brought me the pick and now you shall both die!”

I was frozen in place, my eyes could not tear off. I must be high, I must be.

But I hear (Y/N)...sing? After all, he did sounded like he was singing too in the way that he spoke.

“Waaaaaiit! Waaaaiiit Waaait you motherfucker!” and I finally looked over at (Y/N) who stepped forward and pointed at him, “We challenge youu to a rock off!”

They brought the guitar in hand, ready to play, only before he pointed at the demon with their basic pick, “Give us one chance to rock your socks off!...”

I swore I saw a little hip jiggle when you sang that part softly.

I know looked at the demon who looked ready to kill us, but was distressed.

“Fuck!” He turned around, his back facing us. Well, at least his ass looked better. “Fuck! Fuuuuuuck.” He growled, turning back around after clenching his hands and even running his hands through his hair, “The demon code prevents me,” and when he turned around, a scroll appeared in his hands. He looked annoyed, if not irritated at the challenge that my roommate came up with, “From declining a rock off challenge. WHat. are your terms, what’s the ca-a-atch~.”

Now it was our time, (Y/N) looked back at me and I was trying to tell you something but nothing came out. I was too scared,

“Four things, two from me and two from her!” You shouted, looking back at him, “...If we win, you must take your sorry aaasssss back to heeeelll. And also you will have to pay our reeent.”

I actually thought that was a good idea, and I nodded slowly in agreement but also respect for thinking outside of the box.

“And what if I win?..” His hand raised to graze his beard and the growls came back, and there was a chill in both our backs.

“...” Now I’m stuck.

“...Then you can take her back to hell...” (Y/N) suggested, shrugging her shoulders in an inquisitive way, to see if it would work. I nodded mindlessly before those words clicked. I quickly snapped my head to you, worried as fuck, “...What?!”

I stepped forward to you.

They looked straight ahead before glancing at me, “Trust me mija, it’s the only whey.”

“What the fuck are you talking about?” I asked in a panicked tone, only to be grabbed by them. Their arm wrapped around me , the other on my abdominal area as we both looked straight.

“To be your little..” and then I feel someone groping my chest, “bitch.” they finished and I snapped at them.

Partially satisfied, with an eye roll, he announced: “Fine! Let the Rock off Begin!” and he released a maniacal laughter that would have wet my underwear for multiple reasons besides being scared.

And when he raised his hands, the scene changed. We were caught in the middle of an arena of speakers, a drum set appearing, a microphone sitting in the middle. A guitar and a bass on their stands. We watched three clones appear, each taking their places. The real raised his hand and lowered it as he stood behind the microphone. The drummer was perfect in every way playing the drummer, never missing a beat (no times for puns).

“I’m the devil- I love metal!” They all sang in unison, more guttural than with one, only from the real one to stuck out his tongue and wiggle it at us. We jumped at every chance, fidgety and also speechless at the performance.

The guitarist stepped forward, planting his right foot forward only to succesfully catch out attention when said, “Check this riff is fucking Tasty!!” and proceeded to shred out souls he performed.

Lastly, the real boss, he took the microphone, the tail wrapped around the stand as he sang his verse:

“I’m the devil I can do what I want

Whatever I’ve got I’m gonna flaunt!

There’s never been a rock off that I’ve ever lost!”

I glanced at you in a concerned look, already certain that I’m fucked.

When I look back, however, he revealed a wall of sex toys which made me jump.

“I can’t wait to take her back to hell

I’m gonna fill her with my hot demon gel” and he squirted lube on us, making us jump but me cower behind you.

“I’ll make her squeal like my scarlet pimpernel!” and he mimicked once again the fucking motion. .For a moment, (Y/N) stepped forward and shouted, “NOoooo!” It Boss by surprise, the illusion getting rid of. Head turned over their shoulder, they tried to make me jump in, “Come on Mija, bring the thunder!”

I was hopeless, I was already see the future of being a sexdoll, “There’s just no way that we can win, that was a master piece...”

Now they turned around and grabbed my shoulders, “Listen to me.”

“He rocks to hard because he’s not a mortal man!” I raised my hand at him who was currently smoking a cig.

“God damn it! He’s gonna make you his sex slave, gonna gargle mayonnaise-”

“Nooo” I sobbed.

“Unless we bust a massive monster mama-jam!”

I nodded, understanding you, “We’ve been through so much shit...“

“Deactivated lasers with my dick!” He shouted excitedly, and for a mere second attempted to remember a single memory where they did that.

“Now it’s time to bow this fucker dooown!!” we synced and faced the boss.

I brought out the guitar and began to strum only for you to continue “Come now, it’s time to blow doors down!”

I nodded excitedly, bouncing on my toes, “I hear you man it’s time to blow doors down!”

You posed and danced as you sang, “Light up the stage ‘cause its time for a showdown!”

Now I was confident to step forward with the thanks of my friend, “We’ll bend you over then we’ll take you to Brown Town.”

and we both sang, “Now we’ve got to blow this fucker doown!”

I quickly stated the fact if this does not work: “He’s gonna rape me if we don’t blow doors down!”

“Come on, we must drive it down now”

“Yeah Baby!!”

You confidently pointed at him as you smirked, “Hey anti-christ-er, Beezlboss, we know you’re weekness- OUR ROCKET SAUCE!”

ANd the something came over me that suddenly I stopped playing, only to actually be stuck ina thinking process.

The halt confused you and the boss, “What the fuck was that!” you shouted.

I scanned the boss almost ina critizing way, “I just realized something...”

“HUH?!” you both responded.

“I never got to say what I wanted.” I stated plainly.

You wacked the back of my head and I nearly tripped.

“You were nearly raped and you’ve got the nerve to say that!”

“Wait cabron listen to me!” you shouted back and the you looked at the boss, “Yo, you gnna destroy the world?”

Speechless, Beezlboss remained there, “Uhhh...no?”

I nodded and process that, “Then how about we forget all this and come inside, become our new roommate and date?”

That question alone made them look around for any secrets cameras of some sort.

“What the fuck is happening..”

“Exactly, you know, when you were human and all, (Y/N) wanted you to fuck us and fuck you. You see them scratch their arm right?”

“yeah...”

“Observant! But that’s their way of not falling into a sexual fantasy! I’m a motherfucking open book that will open her legs with a snap of fingers! Rape is off-limits though!”

“And...?”

“Boy,...you will not hear the end of the day if you let me continue talk when I want to date that sexy ass of yours. ANd now that you have horns, now I have something to hold on when I’m riding- let’s go inside. now.” You made your way inside, shocking both outside.

“Now!!!!” you barked and both (Y/N) and boss head inside. I got closer look and I grin, “Oohh, you managed to get even sexier.”

“Wait...you both....really wanted to fuck me?”

“And date you, don’t forget that. We just didn’t want to make it awkward since you were out manager.” you explained, making you blush from the revelation.

“And you still want to date me?” He asked in clarification and you quickly grabbed his tie and pulled him down in a lustful kiss, taking your hand in mine to pull closer. I introduced tongue and when we pull apart, a string of saliva was attached, “You should wait until (Y/N) opens their mouth. I came three times.” you admitted, “didn’t even touch me.” I smirked, “Now come on, let’s ignore what just happened and just get on with it yeah?” you asked and leaned forward to kiss his neck. You blushed so hard, you felt him place his hand on your waist and nodded to male the move. His expression soften up and you leaned forward to kiss him, already twirling tongues.

One thing for sure, this relationship is the best one ever made.

#Rock!Beetlejuice #beetlejuice x reader #nsft #BJ x reader #devil!beej #Rock Beetlejuice #fanfic #fanfiction #I am so so so proud of this piece #I do hope you enjoyed

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flashflashitsash · 5 years

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“That’s dangerous! You could’ve died!” + ladynoir

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Ladybug bit her lip as she gripped the railing to the balcony that they were dangling off of. The Akuma victim was upset over a giant pothole in the road, so they made the ground disappear, forcing the duo to stick strictly to the rooftops. However, Ladybug slipped and Chat dove off the roof after her. As they clung to the balcony railing, they knew that they were now stuck in this predicament together. Ladybug would’ve reached for her yo-yo to swing to a nearby roof, but a certain cat was clinging to her other arm as she tightened her grip on his wrist.

“Bugaboo, let me go the Akuma victim is getting away!” He tried to pry his fingers out from under hers in an attempt to loosen her grip.

“No way, Chaton, you don’t have your baton to help you up!” She shook her head while attempting to pull them back up, but her strength was weakened. They’d been at this for 3 hours now. It was getting dark and cold in Paris. “Dammit! I’m always so clumsy!” She cursed under her breath more when he kept trying to talk to her into the impossible.

“M’lad—," he began.

“NO!” she snapped, feeling a lump start to form in her throat. “I’m not going to lose you just...just hold on.”

She frantically looked around for something—anything that she could use to her advantage to help them up, but nothing was turning red and black. They were stuck.

Today was supposed to be a good day. She’d finally taken him up on the movie date. They planned to spend the day together roaming around, buy funny disguises, and sneak into a movie they'd both been dying to see.

*flashback*

“Did you see that Aladdin is in theaters?” She asked sitting next to the boy with blonde messy hair and deep green eyes, munching on the pastries she'd made. They were at the top of the Eiffel Tower, and he took a sip of the tea he’d brought for them.

They often had mini picnics at the top, away from prying eyes...just the two of them. That way they had no worries of anyone hearing their conversations.

“I did! I haven’t gotten the chance to go yet...I was waiting to ask a special lady.” He flashed her a flirty smirk. He then sat up straighter and looked down towards her.

“Hmm, sounds like a lucky girl.” She hummed bringing her cup to her lips to hide her smile. “How exactly would you ask her?”

She kept her gaze towards the sunset. All kinds of colors painted the sky.

He chuckled, “Well I’d ask her on an evening like this.”

It was warm with a nice breeze. Pants and a t-shirt or shorts and a sweater type of weather. A perfect night.

“Then, I’d bring her favorite drink while she supplied us with the amazingly good snacks she made herself.” He twirled the croissant in his hand looking down at it, catching the small blush on her cheeks from the corner of his eye. The redness poked through (it was half-hidden by her mask and the cup), but it was still visible on her nose.

“Then, I’d hold up two movie tickets...like these.” He unzipped the pocket on the front of his suit and pulled out two cinema tickets. “Next, I'd gaze down at her beautiful blue eyes and get lost in them for the hundredth time that day...”

He smiled as he held the tickets between his fingers and chuckled. “And then I would ask her to go to the movies with me. She’ll probably say..."

His words stopped when she grabbed his bell bringing his face inches from hers. She smirked and leaned her head back to look him in the eye. While her blue eyes gazed into his green ones, his pupils slowly dilated. Their noses brushed together softly as they stayed frozen for a few moments before she spoke the words he’d been dying to hear.

“Yes.”

*flashback over*

Then out of nowhere, she felt him get heavier.

Her mind raced as she panicked. "Did he just—"

“Don’t you dare!” She shot her eyes down and saw him no longer grabbing her wrist.

“Bug, I’ll be fine.” He gave her a soft smile swinging his legs to help make himself heavier in her grip, but god she was strong.

“No!” She cried attempting to blink back tears. “My yo-yo and your baton are right there just, hold on...please, kitty” she yelled as he fell farther down.

Ladybug now only had a grip on his fingers. She could feel his claws cutting into her skin through the suit, but she didn’t care.

“Ladybug, defeat the Akuma, use your lucky charm and call for the cure. I’ll be back before you know it.”

She looked back down at him. Tears streamed down her face while she looked into his eyes. His pupils were blown wide and she could see he'd made his decision.

“Chat, no! We don’t know if it brings back the dead!” she screamed.

He ignored her comment and his face showed his full confidence in her.

After a few moments, he said, “Besides, cats always land on their feet right?”

He smirked and wiggled his fingers from her grip.

“CHAT, NO!” She attempted to reach out again, but it was too late. He went free-falling into the darkness of the alleyway that had no endpoint that they knew of. She felt her chest tighten as her breathing became erratic. Her mind began racing with questions.

"How long was he going to be falling?"

"Did it have an end?"

"Did it kill him right away?"

"Is he all alone?"

"Oh, god. No no no no!"

“Chat...” she choked, lifting her other hand to pull herself up.

Sobbing, she grabbed her yo-yo and then reached for his baton.

“Well well looks like you’ve lost your mangy pet! I’ll just go get his ring from his flailing body!” The Akuma smirked, making itself present again.

“He’s NOT a mangy cat!” Ladybug growled, flinging her yo-yo towards a nearby chimney.

She extended his baton and knocked the Akuma victim onto the next roof. She then dropped down onto the roof that the Akuma victim fell on.

“Lucky charm!” She caught the key chain as she moved forward towards the Akuma victim who was now groaning against the cold rooftop floor.

She saw the lanyard around the Akuma's neck and tucked into its shirt light-up with red and black spots. Her face scrunched up with determination, ad she wrapped her yo-yo around the victim to keeping the Akuma from getting up.

“You better hope he comes back, Hawkmoth, or you’ll pay," she growled.

She pulled the lanyard off the victim and crushed the set of car keys in her fist, setting free the Akuma. She unwrapped her yo-yo from the victim and caught the Akuma, and then set free the white, purified butterfly.

Ladybug threw the lucky charm into the air and yelled, “Miraculous Ladybug!”

She watched the rays of pinkish-red butterflies fly all through Paris. As the Akuma victim changed back, she waited patiently for her partner to appear next to her...but he didn't. Once the butterflies had finished fixing everything and disappeared, she began to panic.

Ladybug was sure that her heart stopped for a moment. She frantically grabbed her yo-yo and made her way across the rooftops searching for a dark figure in the night.

“Chat!? Chaton!” she screamed, launching her yo-yo into the darkness.

“No no no!" She felt her breath hitch as tears fell down her face.

She yearned to see that goofy “I knew you could do it” smile and fluffy hair dancing in the wind.

"I can’t lose him," she thought as she jumped to the next roof and called his name again, "I haven’t even gotten the chance to tell him—"

Her thoughts were cut short as she flew forward and collided with a broad chest and strong arms.

“Hey there M’lady," said a familiar cheerful voice.

She felt all the tension leave her body as the strong arms tightly wrapped around her.

“Kitty.” She reached up and wrapped her arms around his neck, hiding her face in his shoulder. As she sobbed, her legs gave out from underneath her.

“Hey, hey...shhh I’m here,” he cooed as he lowered the two of them down, pulling her closer into his lap, “I’m fi—hey!”

He yelped as she punched his shoulder

“Don’t you ever do that again! That was dangerous! You could have died!” Her chest began to feel tight again as she yelled. “I thought I didn’t bring you back.”

She frowned, cupping one side of his face. Her heart melted as he leaned into her touch. “I can’t lose you Chaton...I love you too much.”

His eyes widened at her words, she loved him? She loved him!!

“I love you too, Bug,” he said.

Chat then had to catch himself from falling backward as she pressed her lips onto his. He happily kissed her back. He smiled against her lips and used his hand to cup her face.

Once they pulled away, he smiled and ran his fingers through her pigtails “Does this mean you’ll still go to the movie with me?”

She giggled and pecked his lips again. “Of course, you dork.”

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#miraculous #ml #adrien agreste #miraculous ladybug #marinette dupain cheng #ladybug and chat noir #100 followers #yay!#angst #ladynoir

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grinch-003 · 4 years

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UNDERSIDE (Test version) chapter 3

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Chapter 3: “Something new”

Jack: (In bed) (Awake) (Rises up) Oooowww… (Rubs head) My head, what a weird dream…

Serjel: (Walks in) Jackson Ace Side, for how long are you going to sleep?

Saldels: (Walks in) (Comes to Jack) Wake up, bro! It’s already noon.

Jack: Yeah-yeah, sis. (Rises) And, dad…please, don’t call me by my FULL NAME.

It looks like last…RESETS erased some parts of my memories, but it happened twice already. Maybe because of this I almost completely forgot who am I exactly and thought that broken UNDERTALE timeline was my home and MY UNIVERSE…?

Anyway, in this world, monsters have been living on the surface for 10 years. And humans are not afraid of monsters anymore. Well, except for…who look really weird… Now I’m 6 six years old, and Saldels, my sister, is 5. We have a father, his name is Serjel Ace Side–he is a HUMAN ROYAL SCIENTIST, he is as smart as W.D. Gaster – THE ROYAL SCIENTIST, who works under Asgore – KING OF THE MONSTERKIND.

By the way, Serjel is one of the 7 soul mages, 7 the most strong mages in whole world history. Even if there 8 of them, cause Chara & Frisk are the only humans with souls of determination. As for Serjel, he is the strongest mage of JUSTICE, he also called: “Sniper of justice”. Like in the UNDERTALE, exist only 7 kinds of human souls: PERSEVERANCE, BRAVERY, KINDNESS, PATIENTS, JUSTICE, INTEGRITY, and DETERMINATION. Depending on the kind of soul, you can have a magical weapon. But… exceptions exist too. Serjel for example. He doesn’t have a magical weapon, he can only concentrate and control the energy of JUSTICE.

The easiest way to find out the kind of soul is to find out its color. Well…that’s not my case… The color of my soul–is WHITE, like the monster’s soul. But on the other hand, I have an ability that no one has, except for Sans. It’s a teleporting. And I thought this the only magic, which I can use. I thought like that till one day… I was just walking around with Sans and Papyrus, like every Friday. Then, I’ve seen something, what I still can’t forget: my sister was surrounded by some jerks and MY FRIEND Eline Airelle… Only for a moment, but I wanted to kill all of them.

I teleported and appeared in front of them, and while Sal was behind me, I attacked them with a skeletons’ magic and even summoned Gaster Blasters. All of them were scared to death, but Eline looked like, that I BETRAYED her. Then, she called me: “MONSTER”, but I didn’t react, I just told her to go away, and she did. Sans and Papyrus came to me and Saldels, brought us home and told everything that happened to our father and Gaster. Since that day, I have started to hate people, who just afraid of monsters, because of their looks. Judging by this logic, I can be called a MONSTER too…

DAY: 10 JULY YEAR: 2030 TIME: 8:37 PM

[Serjel, Saldels and Jack’s flat…]

[Living room…]

Jack: (Lying on the couch)

Saldels: (Comes in) What’s on your mind, bro?

Jack: (Noticed Saldels) Well…I don’t care about it too much, but being called a “MONSTER”…

Saldels: (Sat next to Jack) Cheer up, bro. You can do what any other human can’t do.

Jack: (Smiled) Pfft… (Turns to Saldels) Like what?

Saldels: You can teleport, absorb and copy magic, use monsters’ magic and even deadly wounds heal on you as nothing happened.

Jack: (Looks up) Like a monster…

Saldels: Well, monsters can absorb only human souls, but you can absorb ANY kind of magic.

Jack: And ANY soul too, what even worse…

[Scilence…]

Saldels: (Looks up) Do you remember…THAT day…?

Jack: When dad tried to cook something and accidentally almost burned down the kitchen…?

Saldels: Pfftt… No, not that. When you saved me from…

Jack: Eline…?

Saldels: (Looks down) Yeah…when you almost attacked her and the others…

Jack: (Turned to Saldels) Do you remember, that I could kill them?

Saldels: Yes, I do. (Turned to Jack) And I remember how SAD and ANGRY were you…

Jack: What kind of brother would leave his sister alone in this kind of situation?

Saldels: (Looked away) I would… If they were hurting you, I would just run away like a coward.

Jack: (Sigh) (Pats Saldels’ head) Cut it out, sis. Coward or not, you sitting next to a monster, who everyone hates and afraid of.

Saldels: Except for me and dad.

Jack: Yeah–Yeah…

Saldels: And Sans, Papyrus, Undyne, Alphys, Toriel, Asgore, Dr. Gaster, Mettaton…

DAY: 10 JULY YEAR: 2030 TIME: 9:43 PM

[Somewhere in the Ebott–city…]

[Raining…]

Jack: (Soaked) (Annoyed) Uughhh…why the hospital is so far? I know dad is a DOCTOR, but I didn’t think that he works as a real doctor too.

?????: (From behind) Heh–heh…hello, Jack.

Jack: (Frozen in fear) (Looked back)

?????: And GOODBYE!!!!!! (Slashes Jack)

Jack: Gghhaaaa…! (In pain) (Turns around)

?????: (Slashes Jack at the right arm)

Jack: Nngghaa…!!! (Fell down while holding his right hand tight) Wh-who the hell…are you…?

?????: The last person, who you see… (Holds knife above itself)

Jack: (Teleported)

?????: Aww… (Put the knife down) what a pity…

[Near the hospital…]

Jack: (Flew into the wall) (Landed roughly) (Lost conscious)

[A few moments ago…]

[Hospital…]

Serjel: (Walks through the corridor) What should I do…? It’s almost tomorrow and I still don’t know what gifts I should choose for Jack and Saldels. Hmm…(Noticed noises from outside)

[In front of the central entrance to the hospital…]

Serjel: (Notices Jack) (Shocked)

Jack: (Lying on the ground) (Bleeding)

Serjel: (Comes to Jack) Jack, what happened to you?! Come on, answer me…

Jack: (Coughs) Dad… (Looks at Serjel) Is that you…?

Serjel: (Worried) Yeah, it’s me. Don’t worry, you’ll be fine. I promise. (Picks Jack up) (Ran into the hospital)

Serjel’s thoughts: (Runs through the corridors) I’ll save my son, whatever it takes…

[Several hours later…]

DAY: 11 JULY YEAR: 2030 TIME: 7:39 AM

[Jack’s camera…]

Jack: (Awaking) Ughh…what… happened to me?

W.D.Gaster: (Sits next to Jack)You almost died, young Side.

Jack: (Still tired) Oh… (Turned to Gaster) Hey, doctor Gaster… What’s up?

Serjel: (Ran into the room) Ahh… Phew, thank God, you are ok…

Jack: (Raised a bit) Hey, dad…

Saldels: (Running through the hall) Broooooo…! (Ran into the room) (Jumped to Jack)

Jack: Oh–oh…

Saldels: (Landed on Jack)

Jack: Uugghh…! Sal…

Saldels: (Crying) (Hugs Jack) I–I thought you would die…

Jack: (Smiles) Don’ worry, sis. (Rubs Saldels’ head) It’s not that easy to kill a monster…

Papyrus: (Running through the hall) Huuuumaaaan…!

Jack: (Already regret) But I think I know what might kill me…

Papyrus: (Ran into the room) (Grabbed Jack) (Hugs Jack) (Cries) I’m so glad that you are alive!

Jack: (Choked) Pap…please…put me down…

Papyrus: Nyeh–heh–heh, I knew that I–The Great Papyrus will help with my mighty hug.

Jack: Actually, I think I’m dying…

Papyrus: Oh… Nyeh–heh… Sorry… (Put Jack on a bed)

Sans: (Comes in) I don’t blame them, kiddo. I already thought that you died.

Alphys: (Comes in) M–me too…

Undyne: (Broke in) Nnnggaaa… I knew that you didn’t die, punk!

Sans: You almost cried the ocean of tears. (Dodged from Undyne's spear)

Undyne: SHUT UP!

W.D.Gaster: Ghm–ghm, by the way, Jack. (Turned to Jack) How’s your arm?

Jack: My arm? Oh, this… (Looked at right arm) (Raised right arm) I think… it’s okay.

Saldels: (Looks at Jack’s right arm) Wow, bro. Now your way cooler than before.

Jack: You think so…?

Sans: I agree with your sister, now there’s MORE THAN ENOUGH METAL IN YOUR BODY.

Jack: (Looks at Sans) (Annoyed) Sans…

Sans: But seriously, it’s strange that your arm didn’t recover.

W.D.Gaster: Looks like that person, who you met, knew your weakness. Don’t you remember what did he used against you?

Jack: I don’t know. But…it felt like nothing, and yet…it felt so familiar. Like I knew what is it...

Serjel: I really shouldn’t say it, but I’m impressed that magic which able to hurt you exists.

Jack: Actually, every kind of attack can hurt me… (Rubs head) but it strangely doesn’t give me much damage like… (Sigh) let me better show. (Snaped)

[Jack’s Stats: ATK: 5 DEF: 10 HP: 10]

Jack: (Looks down) (Feeling down) I survived, even with such low stats…

Sans’ thoughts: It’s strange stats for a human. Though, I still can’t understand why his arm didn’t recover yet. Judging from ME and ASGORE, this kid is almost unbeatable. Looks like it wasn’t a HUMAN or a MONSTER.

Jack: Anyway… (Turned to Gaster) you wanted to tell me something, didn’t you, Gaster?

W.D.Gaster: Yes, me and your father working on the project: “Fragmentation”. (Looks at Jack) I wanted to ask you to join it, but I had to wait.

Serjel: (Worried) If you don’t want it’s okay, it’s your life, so…

Jack: I agree. At least, I’ll do something useful for once.

Saldels: (Raised arm) Me too. I want to help with the project too.

Serjel: (Shocked) What…?!

Jack: (Looks at Serjel) C’mon, dad. You know, that Sal is too smart for school.

W.D.Gaster: Okay, Saldels, but you’ll be your father’s assistant.

Serjel: Gaster…!!!

Alphys: D–don’t f–forget that I’m in this project t–too…

Undyne: I’m gonna train you till death, punk!!!!!

Jack: (Confused) Thanks, but I think I’ll pass the deadly training… But like I said: I agree. (Looks at Saldels) And tomorrow is your birthday too, sister.

Saldels: Oh, yeah. I almost forgot.

Serjel: Then, I have to bake two pies.

Jack: Better ask Toriel, you’ll burn the kitchen again…

#story #underside #undertale

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justimajin · 5 years

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A Wilting Rose╰ Part 7╮

➺ Pairing: Jimin x Reader

➺ Genre: Angst & Fluff

↳ (3.8k) Actor and Actress AU

➺ Summary: The world of acting can be best described with three words - dark, invasive and inhumane. Talent, although heavily required, isn’t focused upon in comparison to the juicy gossip and various rumors that can be spread. This is why even you - an extremely talented actress - fall prey to the chops of the acting world and find yourself in a down whirling spiral with no escape. Desperately needing to get back up on your two feet once again, it seems like your best bet is a newcomer to the industry, who has yet to understand the ways of your fallen world.

➺ Warnings: some swearing, the angst has arrived and it hits pretty hard

➺ Moodboard Prologue Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8

“Why, why do we have to be apart like this?”

“We cannot be married Princess, you are to rule the kingdom as Queen with a suitable husband beside your side…”

“But you are the one I want General, I-I can’t bear to be in a world that doesn’t have you.”

“Please try to understand Princess,” He touches your cheek softly, “I’m here to protect you, to be by your side as a noble warrior…”

“There is no way I can be accepted as your husband among the kingdom.” He looks away from you, slowly stepping away as your cheeks are drenched with tears.

He leaves completely, not even turning back once.

“CUT!”

You sigh, your stylist hurriedly trying to douse your fallen tears and re-touching your makeup as Jimin walks over with curious eyes.

“Is it hard to cry on sets?” So far you have been the only one to display wrenching emotions because of the General’s decision in choosing to leave. Jimin will eventually have to do the same at a certain point with the General’s part, but for now you are the one doused with wet eyes and drops trailing down your cheeks.

Really romantic right?

“Kind of?” You sniffle, “If you can’t cry properly then they have this paste you can use to irritate your eyes and stimulate tears. Or you can just think of something sad and then cry.”

“Wow…” Jimin looks at you fascinated, “You didn’t use anything, you’re seriously so good at this.”

You smile, standing up straighter once the stylist is finished, “What were you thinking of?”

“Hmm?” You walk back to the set with him and he occasionally stops to let you catch up with your long skirt.

“To cry. What were you thinking about?”

“Uh well,” You press your lips together, “....things.”

“Things?” Jimin tilts his head to the side, staring at you intrigued when you look away.

“Dead kittens. You happy now?”

He chuckles, “I’m pretty sure that wasn’t what you were thinking about, but I’ll take it.”

You roll your eyes but still smile, going through the script carefully as Jimin peers over your shoulder, looking through his own lines.

“When do we die?”

“I think…near the end?” You quickly flip through, not finding the specific part, “I dunno, something about you not being right for me and blah blah, more epic romance, throw in some sad violin music.” You turn and pass the script over to him, “Here, you can tell me about it later in more detail.”

He smiles, gladly accepting it as you sit down for a much needed break. Suddenly a roar of voices infiltrate the sets, flashes and whispers going off like no tomorrow.

“Oh god,” You groan, standing up, “Is Taehyung back again?”

“Taehyung? Y/N, Taehyung wasn’t supposed to come today.” You raise an eyebrow at that and Jimin puts his script down. Both of you try to see through the large crowd, a smile on your lips when you see Yoongi clearly getting irritated with the whole rukus.

The whole crowd finally parts in the middle, leaving enough space for the source of buzz to come through.

Your smile immediately drops.

Jimin’s eyes widen and he’s soon at a complete loss of words, moving his hands around frantically, “Oh my god, it’s-, oh my god!”

He places a hand against his chest to calm himself down and then he looks over to you in excitement, pausing completely when he sees the sheer level of horror overtaking your expression.

You are frozen in place when his footsteps enter the centre of the room, giving Yoongi a smile who just scowls at him before his eyes latch onto you.

He grins, taking easy steps towards the set, the same confidence radiating off of him with no end.

“I thought it would be nice to drop by.” He smirks, patting you on your shoulder, “You know, to congratulate my wife after all.”

Jimin’s heart immediately sinks, looking between you and him when the ill words leave his mouth, “You’re married to the Kim Seokjin?!”

“E-Engaged….” The words come out as a faint whisper, void of any strength or force.

His eyes widen and it occurs to him what was bothering him about the situation the most.

He was expecting something - for you to tell him to take his hand off you, for you to yell at him with a loud burst of rage.

But you don’t do anything.

You just remain shaken underneath his gaze, frozen to the point of no return.

“You seem nice.” He reaches over and ruffles Jimin’s hair, “Be sure to take care of her, everyone knows she needs the help.”

He arrogantly walks away, a smirk on his features when he stops mid-way, “Oh and don’t worry, I doubt they’ll be any news of my arrival here. You know, so that viewers are encouraged to watch the movie when it releases.”

He steps away, flashes encasing him once again when journalists are soon hovering around him and wanting to know every single detail about the encounter.

They don’t approach you though.

Because you had always been painted as the villain from the start.

“Y-Y/N?” Jimin carefully touches your shoulder, still not understanding exactly what was going on but wanting to somehow remove that hollow expression from your features.

You push his hand away slowly and he’s about to say something, but then he sees your bottom lip quiver and small drops of water escaping your eyes. “I-I need to go.”

You dash away, still in your costume as Jimin calls out for you, “Y/N!”

“Y/N!” He yells again but you don’t turn around.

“Fuck that bastard. Coming on to my sets and making such a scene…” Jimin turns to hear Yoongi, packing away the camera material with a frown on his lips, “He’d better watch what he says, he’ll eat his words when my movie releases.”

“Yoongi...sorry about that…”

“Why are you apologizing?” Yoongi turns to him, “If anything Y/N should be apologizing, she’s the one that’s associated with that moron.”

“He said Y/N was his wife...what did that mean?”

Yoongi shrugs, “There was something about a scandal between them, I don’t really know nor care. I just hire actors based on potential, not because of their personal lives.”

Jimin smiles at that, but then he frowns when he can’t get any answers from the man. An idea lights up in his head and he’s soon turning around, stopping in front of Yoongi’s busy way.

“Do you happen to have Y/N’s manager, Namjoon’s office address?”

He lets out a deep exhale as he stands outside the door, a hesitant hand reaching out and knocking on it. He patiently waits for an answer, now dressed in his usual casual clothes when the door opens to reveal the man he was looking for. “Jimin?”

“Namjoon! Can I come in?”

Namjoon opens the door for him, “Sure, what did you need?”

“It’s about Y/N.” Jimin pursues his lips, brows furrowed, “Kim Seokjin came to our set today and she didn’t look alright to me.”

Namjoon’s jaw drops, looking at Jimin like he just sprouted out nonsense, “Kim Seokjin visited Y/N?”

Jimin nods and Namjoon scoffs, causing Jimin to do a double take when the manager suddenly looks incredibly irritated, “He still had the nerve, huh? Showing up after all he’s done.”

“What has he done Namjoon? Why did Y/N look so...scared?”

Namjoon looks at him surprised, before he turns over to his desk, “You don’t read the news?”

Jimin shakes his head, eyes trailing over. He wasn’t particularly fond of spending time keeping updated with news, knowing the media had their own ways of twisting up words and conjuring up ridiculous stories. He’s only seen a couple about him, to which he decided they were more harmful than good after the shear load of hate that was directed towards him being casted in Yoongi’s movie.

A pile of new articles land before him, all of the headlines bolded with giant black words, like they were declaring a huge crisis going on. However, the closer he looks, the more the words just make him want to look away.

“Y/N L/N finished after disastrous breakup?” Jimin narrows his eyes, “Break up? I thought they were engaged?”

“They were. Until Y/N called off the wedding and broke up with Seokjin among a dozen of his fans.” Namjoon sips on some tea, offering a cup to Jimin who accepts as his mind turns with the new information.

“Why did she call off the wedding? If she was going to get married to him, it must have been because she liked him.”

Namjoon sighs, a deep, rooted sigh like this topic was one that was constantly wrapped around his head, “I’m guessing you’ve met Seokjin, correct?”

Jimin nods, “And you’ve discovered what he’s really like? How he treats Y/N?”

“I did, it was frustrating to see her look so devastated.”

“Well what you saw is the truth. He’s made out to be some sort of heartthrob, fans swooning over him and falling head over heels in love.” Namjoon darkly chuckles, shaking his head.

“But he’s a man of fake promises who only thinks about himself.”

Namjoon takes out another headline, handing it over to Jimin, “He proposed to Y/N when he knew she had fallen in love with him. The media coverage was amazing, they didn’t miss a beat in celebration.”

“However, Seokjin had great timing. Ironically he proposed to Y/N after her career hit its peak. Blockbuster after blockbuster, it was incredible to see Jimin.”

He can recall it beautifully, noticing how your posters were everywhere, millions of fans falling in love with your movies and you succeeding through it all.

“After someone so graciously purposes to you and you’re in love, you accept it. That’s exactly what Y/N did.”

“But there was a heavy price to pay.”

You stare at the diamond ring shining on your index finger, giddy laughs escaping you when you had finished excitedly shared the good news with Namjoon on the phone.

“Did she say yes?”

Seokjin chuckles and you stop for a split second, pressing your ear against the door, “Do you really think she wouldn’t say yes to me? Please.”

“With Y/N by my side, everyone will love us.”

You hear a laugh from the other side, your eyes widening with his next words.

“But most of all, my career will skyrocket. It’s finally get the attention it deserves and directors will practically be begging me to take part in their movies.”

More laughter mixes in, your ringed fist clenching, “It was a smart move indeed Seokjin.”

“Well played.”

Jimin stares at Namjoon with a contorted look, disgust leaking into his eyes, “It was all an act?”

Namjoon nods, placing his tea down with a sigh, “I still remember that phone call. It felt odd to me, Y/N had only been seeing Seokjin for a couple months and then for a sudden engagement to appear out of nowhere...”

“What ended up stopping me though was that phone call. She seemed so happy in telling me the news that I had faith in her, that perhaps I might have misjudged the situation.”

“Prior to the announcement, Y/N worked hard Jimin. Constant filming and running to schedules, she persisted in reaching her goals and became such a famous actress. But he,” Namjoon points to the headline, throwing it back at his desk, “He took everything away.”

Jimin looks at Namjoon solemnly but he just chuckles, “And you know Y/N. The moment she found out, she was ready to take him out right there and then. Ripped off her engagement ring in front of so many fans and told him to take a hike.”

Jimin laughs at that, wondering how that sounded like such a you thing to do. “The media though, they messed everything up.”

Namjoon goes on to explain the missing piece of the puzzle, why you had to suffer the consequences compared to your supposed husband that simply walked away without a single stain on him.

“Y/N was considered to be the villain who broke up with the heartthrob in front of millions. The horrible girl that ‘broke his heart’ and threw the pieces away, all while Seokjin had the entire media’s support and empathy for the scandal.”

Jimin doesn’t say anything for a moment, he simply stares at Namjoon with heavy hearted eyes, wondering how you were even able to tolerate someone like that. “She...she must have felt terrible…”

“He broke her, in more ways than one.” Namjoon says, a dark glint in his eyes as he keeps on sighing, “After that, creating meaningful movies was the last thing on her list of priorities. It was drunken nights, outburst after outburst, making me wonder what happened to that Y/N that captured everyone’s hearts with her acting. When would she return? Will she ever return?”

“This movie, it was my last option after getting rejected so many times. I never thought that in a way, it was also Y/N’s…” Jimin whispers, the whole ordeal making him want to shake his head.

“Believe me when I say it really is.” Namjoon gets up, turning to him, “So she met him again?”

“She left the set completely.”

“Hmm.” Namjoon taps a finger against his chin, “Can you do me a favour Jimin? Can you find Y/N?”

“Me?” Jimin points to himself in surprise.

Namjoon nods, “I think it would be helpful if you were with her. I’ve had this feeling, it’s strange, but Y/N does seem a lot more happier when you’re around. Something I truthfully haven’t seen in a while after the whole scandal.”

“I-I…” Jimin presses his lips together, considering it. If he were to be honest with himself, after learning about what had happened with you, he really wants to just talk. It’s almost like his concern has increased ten-fold and there’s seems to be only one question that keeps resurfacing in his mind.

Are you okay?

He snaps back into action, nodding when Namjoon smiles, “I’ll find her Namjoon.”

“I promise.”

Jimin carefully opens the door, looking right and left in the lone set room. It’s pitch dark, only a handful of small lights still lit and the entire scene, which was flourishing with actors and beautiful scenery just moments ago, now looks completely abandoned and deserted.

He had his own suspicion of you returning back to the set because you left in costume and would most likely need to change. After heading over to your apartment with the address Namjoon given and asking Jungkook about your whereabouts, it was the only option he had left in his hands.

Suddenly a muffled sob hits his ears. Its cracked and rough, like the person making the sound was struggling to even produce it.

“Y/N?” He calls out, barely being able to make out anything from the lack of light.

He hears a clatter, something light dropping onto the ground and its then he sees a small white pearl roll over to his feet, stopping right at the base of his heel.

He turns in the direction it came from and sure enough, there you are.

Your dress is completely ruffled up, pieces of ribbons and drops of pearls pooling around you in a misconstrued wavy circle. Your head is buried within the mess of your dress, arms wrapped around you similar to a hug and you don’t even once lift your head as his footsteps draw closer.

“Y/N?” He questions again, his voice low and contorted with concern as he leans down to meet your couched height. He places a warm hand on your shoulder, similarly to how your supposed husband had done and you immediately flinch, drenched wide eyes looking back at him.

In that one single moment, he suddenly feels like crying when the entire view of your wet scared eyes, red cheeks and shivering form meet his eyes. It’s overwhelming and it even becomes worse when you attempt to wipe away the remainder of the fallen tears, trying your hardest to sit properly.

“W-What are you doing here?” Your voice comes out incredibly hoarse, the words barely managing to arise and instead coming out in a whisperers tone.

He has no words for you. All he does is move forward and give you a hug.

You’re surprised for a quick second until you hear his voice, “I know who he was.”

You bite down on your lip, trying to stifle back what you’ve managed to fix up but a world wind completely unleases itself. You don’t remember how long you stay like that - him holding onto you when more and more waves keep hitting you, but they finally do subside and you part from him.

“T-The movie…” You whisper out, “It’ll be ruined.”

Jimin’s eyes widen and he connects the dots to your main concern, “It won’t be Y/N. We’ve worked hard on this, you’ve worked hard on this.” He shakes his head, “He can’t take this away from you.”

You glance up at him, looking hopeful before it mixes in with your worries, “You don’t understand at all Jimin.”

“What don’t I understand?”

“This.” You point to yourself, “This is why my life is like, what your life will eventually become. They don’t care about you at all, they just care about what they can say about you.”

You sniffle, wiping another tear that escapes, “And when they find out what happened today, those headlines are going to flood everything. Newspapers, TV’s, social media...the list just goes on and on.” You cover your mouth and shake your head, but that Jimin still presses on it.

“We can do it Y/N. Let them go crazy, let them spread as much hate as they want.” He holds onto your hand. “If we give them a great movie, they won’t be able to say anything about you.”

You shake your head, still in disbelief. Jimin suddenly shifts in front of you, kneeling down and brings both your hands into your lap with his own. “There was this one actress I love a lot. She started off really promising, all her movies were so loved by audiences and I remember going to theatres just to watch them.”

Something sparks in your eyes and you lift your head, causing Jimin to softly smile, “I used to always think that acting was boring and that someone like me should become a singer or a dancer. But then when I saw her movies, I saw people around me laughing and crying within the span of a couple of minutes and I couldn’t help but think how amazing that was. Having the ability to move people’s hearts with your performance.”

“I realized how strong her ability was, when I too was laughing and crying in theatres.”

Your lip slightly quivers, now staring at him when tears start to form in your eyes, “There is a problem though, this actress is going through a bit of a hard time, but that doesn’t mean she can’t act anymore. That doesn’t mean she’s finished.”

“If she can rip off an engagement ring in front of a ton of fans and tell a guy to take a hike, she definitely has the guts to make a comeback that packs a punch.” A small chuckle comes from you at hearing that and soon Jimin is looking to you with expectant, desperate eyes.

“What do you say? Does my actress have enough guts?”

You don’t say anything - you merely nod and look at him with tear-filled eyes, tugging him into a hug and not letting go.

A sigh of relief escapes Jimin.

“Done?”

You slowly come out of the changing room in casual clothes and then nod. He smiles at you before his phone rings and he gestures that he’ll be right back.

You patiently wait, wondering to yourself if you should call Jungkook to pick you up and you pull out your phone to place the call. Suddenly the screen lights up and the alarming amount of notifications are soon buzzing up before you even have a chance to view them. Quickly clicking on, an article pops up and the headlines are written in the same black colour, but now the topic has switched completely.

Y/N L/N and Park Jimin suspected of being in a relationship?

Your eyes are blown out wide, scrolling through and seeing pictures of times you’ve spent with Jimin being reported. There are comments and allegations being redirected to your movie, news of Seokjin visiting getting brought up as well.

The headlines are terrifying to view, however you haven’t even reached the fan comments yet.

There both about you and him, fans being upset and enraged at your sudden ‘relationship’ with a co-star so quickly after your break-up. Comments about Jimin are ones you can’t even look at, his fans disliking him for being mere inches close you and a pile of hate dropping onto his plate.

Things begin to unravel in your mind - getting hate wasn’t such a big deal for you, already so accustomed to how the media likes to paint an exaggerated image into people’s mind. However, Jimin was different, it’s blatant obvious on how hard he works and how much effort he brings forth, but for his career to be dragged down to the pits just because he was affiliated with you…

You don’t want him to spiral down like you once did.

“Sorry about that, Hoseok was calling me for a schedule tomorrow.” You nod, a lopsided smile surfacing on you and Jimin tilts his head to the side. “Is everything okay?”

Your eyes flicker, shaking your head with a smile.

“Everything’s fine.”

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Naezono Week, Day 3: Ruined

Sayaka frowned slightly as she returned to her brunet companion, who was still looking rather down as he sat at the table he’d picked out for them. She placed the cup holding his ice cream blizzard next to him and placed her hand on top of his as it rested on the table.

“Naegi-kun…? Are you okay?” The bluenette asked softly, rubbing her thumb across his knuckle.

Makoto blinked slowly before looking up and mustering a small smile.

“Yeah, I’m fine! Just, uh… a little tired…”

… A smile just for her.

‘Oh, Naegi-kun…’ Her eyes flicked to the nearby TV. While it was on silent so as to not disturb customers in the restaurant, there were still dialogue boxes displayed as the reporters commentated. It was well within Makoto’s view. Chewing her lower lip thoughtfully, she then burst into a grin, beaming down at him. “… Let’s just take our treats and go, okay?”

“S-Sure…” Makoto nodded tentatively, picking up his ice cream and letting her take his hand as they left the restaurant.

… Leaving a few gossipers in their wake. But Sayaka paid them no mind.

~*~

Numbly, Sayaka raised a finger to her lips, her wide eyes staring back at an equally gobsmacked Makoto. They were currently on the bed in his dorm; books, papers, and pencils sprawled out between them, but they were long since forgotten by the two teens that were trapped in their own little worlds.

That had been unexpected.

… Well, except not really. Not to the stunned idol, anyway. Truth be told, she’d been wanting to do that for a long time now, if only to get a giggle out of seeing the look on Makoto’s face right this moment. But… she’d held herself back for more than a few good reasons. The only real shock, at least for her, was that she’d succumbed to temptation this ‘soon’.

They’d already studied at Hope’s Peak for a year. She thought she had it in her to hold out until at least their senior year… but maybe that was too high of an expectation?

“D… Did that just happen…?” Makoto wondered aloud, his airy voice revealing his mind wasn’t completely there.

Sayaka tried to bite back a giggle at his still nonplussed expression. She did. But that face and that bewildered reaction… Priceless.

“Of course, dummy~… I would have slugged any other girl, if they did that to you~!”

… And she was not exaggerating that.

~*~

They eventually found a nice, quiet park bench to sit at while they enjoyed their frozen treats in the brisk fall weather. Was it strange to crave ice cream when the temperature was getting colder? Maybe a little. But it wasn’t a bad thing – after all, it’s not like parlors were exclusively open in spring or summer.

Besides~… It was always cute seeing Makoto with a ‘moustache’.

“You sure you’re okay with this, Maizono-s…” Makoto trailed off at her pouty glare. “… Sayaka-chan?”

Sayaka merely beamed at the satisfactory honorific.

“Why wouldn’t I? We’ve got the afternoon free and can do whatever we want.”

Makoto frowned as he held his cup in both his hands and looked down.

“You know what I mean…” He mumbled.

Sayaka’s smile softened before looking up into the seemingly endless expanse of blue sky contently.

“I do. And I meant every word of it. There’s nowhere else I’d rather be!”

“But… Aoba-san… Haneyama-san…” Makoto trailed off, shaking his head with eyes clenched shut tight. Sayaka soothingly placed a hand on his shoulder, prompting him to look in the eyes.

“I’ll see the girls next weekend, remember? We all promised.”

Makoto let out a ragged sigh.

“A private party, maybe… If it wasn’t for me, you could go with them wherever, whenever-”

“And I’d be stuck seeing you ‘next weekend’ instead…” Sayaka remained calmly, grin never wavering as she patted his shoulder. “I would pick you every time, Naegi-kun. Every time.”

“But it was your dream…” Makoto muttered, a conflicted expression still on his face.

~*~

“L-Love? Me?” Makoto’s face was tomato red. “Isn’t that a bit much?”

Sayaka giggled, sporting a healthy blush of her own.

“Not at all… “ She winked flirtatiously at him. “In fact, you’re showing me that love can go even further… I’m already at the point that I can’t imagine life without you.”

Not ‘don’t want to’ – can’t.

Makoto stammered nervously as he ran a hand through his hair.

“Y-You’re probably just exaggerating…” His blush deepened as she shook her head gravely. “W-Well… I-I mean, it’s not like I want to imagine life without you, either. You’re everything you are in the TV and magazines… everything and more.”

Way more.

“Aww~ I’m so glad you think so!” Sayaka teased, pecking him on the cheek affectionately. “I’m gonna have to work on you some more if you still ‘can’ imagine life without me, though~…”

Makoto waved his hands defensively.

“I-It’s nothing like that! I just…” He looked down with still burning hot cheeks. “I don’t want to get in the way. And this…”

Sayaka wrapped him up in a hug, to the boy’s shock. She smiled as she leaned into his shoulder.

“You won’t be a burden. You’ll never be a burden, Naegi-kun.” She pulled back so she could look in his eyes again, adopting a solemn expression. “Though… if we do this… We can’t tell anyone. Only we can know.”

“I… I get it…” Makoto nodded numbly. “Though… if you feel like I’m causing too much stress… Hey…!”

The idol bopped him on the nose.

“If things become too much, well, that’ll be the end of it…” Sayaka flippantly remarked, sporting a coy, teasing grin.

That grin did nothing to alleviate the anxiety in Makoto’s heart.

“The end of it… Yeah, I kinda figured…”He muttered.

Sayaka let out melodious giggles at that response. He didn’t even question what ‘it’ was… That was just like him, to put her before himself. So selfless. So generous. So innocent…

But she wasn’t talking about the end of their relationship.

~*~

“My dream…” Sayaka mused with a content smile and sigh as she leaned over, resting her head on the bemused boy’s shoulder. “I guess Komaru-chan never got around to telling you. Which is good. Because I was being serious when I said I’d be angry if she told anybody…”

“T-Tell me what…?” Makoto asked curiously, looking at the bluenette out of the corner of his eye.

“Well, seeing as how my first dream was short-lived, I guess I can tell you~…” She had a fit of uncontrolled giggles. “Even if it was ‘all your fault’…”

Makoto spluttered at the accusation.

“T-Trust me! I’d have asked for my hoodie back if I’d known your manager would find it and-”

Sayaka slight curled into him, staring up at his face, letting him know she hadn’t been accusatory. He nervously laughed it off, and she pecked him on the cheek for embarrassing him like that.

“I wouldn’t have let you take it back, anyway.” Sayaka informed him, her tone light. Whimsical. “It’s nice and toasty. And makes sure I’ll get to smell you every day~…”

Despite being thoroughly embarrassed, Makoto couldn’t help letting that one slide.

“Hey, wasn’t I the one that said you smell nice…?” He cracked a small grin. “Does that mean I get one of your hoodies?”

Sayaka seemed to think about it for a second.

“… Sorry, don’t have any to spare, but you can have one of my shirts?” She burst into another uncontrollable fit of giggles at his gobsmacked expression.

“I…! You…!” He spluttered, losing control of his vocal chords. Sayaka patted him consolingly.

“Oh, alright… If you want my lingerie so bad~…” She peeked up at his face and was not disappointed with him going totally silent.

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…

“… Okay, I walked into that one…” Makoto exhaled, the ex-idol patting his shoulder consolingly once more.

“Yes, you did. But your expressions are always fun, so I’m not mad!” She hummed gleefully.

Makoto frowned as a thought occurred to him in that moment.

“So… wait… You brought that hoodie on that tour ‘cause you wanted to?” He was nonplussed at how the ex-idol had done that on a whim…

Sayaka nodded, resuming her sitting her position.

“I did. And I left it out for my manager to find.” Sayaka beamed at how thoroughly confused she was making the poor boy. “Oh, Makoto… You still don’t get it.”

Aforementioned Luckster blushed at how easily his given name rolled off her tongue so easily.

“G-Get what…?” He asked helplessly. She fully turned to him, sporting a fierce pout.

“You already ruined me for everyone else.” She poked his cheek adorably. “All those months, you put up with my selfish requests for absolute secrecy. Were the perfect gentleman. Put up with my calls at 3am. Let me keep your clothes. You should have done something months ago, but you were so patient. I had to ruin it for you so we could be together!”

Makoto’s mind swirled as he tried to process that last statement in particular.

“S-So… wait… Wh-What’s your dream now, if it’s not to be an idol?”

“I wonder~…” Sayaka hummed, leering at him mischievously. “I could tell you, but it broke Komaru-chan’s brain. I’m nervous about what it will do to you~…”

Makoto stared at the bluenette in bewilderment. She didn’t look nervous at all!

“You’re practically begging to tell me!” He refuted. This only earned more giggles.

“Well, if you really have to know~…” She chirped, taking a deep breath before whispering into his ear excitedly. Once done, Makoto reeled back with a face that was practically glowing red.

“You told Komaru that?!” He yelped, aghast.

So much for “only we can know.”

Sayaka tilted her head adorably.

“I would have told you first, but you were too busy being sweet and selfless. Komaru-chan has a right to know these things, too, since she’ll be ‘imouto’ later.” Sayaka nodded sagely as if that made total sense. She reopened her eyes curiously. “So, what do you think…?”

Makoto coughed.

“U-Um… You must… love me a lot…?” He smiled shakily, and sweatdropped as the ex-idol pinned him to the bench mischievously.

“I did say that you ruined me, Makoto~…” She chirped innocently. “Now you take responsibility~!”

… This girl had it bad. But then again… so did he. He wouldn’t have been patient for so long if he didn’t.

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Lupinepublishers|arly Decompressive Craniectomy for Post- Thrombolysis Symptomatic Intracranial Haemorrhage

Key Message

Intravenous thrombolysis for acute ischemic stroke can be complicated by intracranial haemorrhage. Early decompressive craniectomy in such patients can be life saving but is associated with high risk of peri operative bleeding. We managed such a patient with decompressive craniectomy within 24hrs of thrombolysis by correcting coagulation with the help of thromboelastograhpy.

Keywords: Decompressive craniectomy; Intravenous thrombolysis; Symptomatic intracranial haemorrhage; Thromboelastography

Introduction

Acute ischemic stroke is one of the leading causes of death and permanent disability in the world. Intravenous thrombolysis (IVT) with recombinant tissue plasminogen activator (rt-PA) has been the recommended treatment modality in acute ischemic stroke [1]. but the most dreadful complication of thrombolysis is intracerebral haemorrhage in about 7% cases. The clinicians are faced with difficult decision of how to best treat these patients as there are no evidence based guidelines regarding the management of such complications. The American Heart Association has suggested only empirical therapies to replace clotting factors and platelets to reverse coagulopathy [2]. Decompressive craniectomy (DC) is a life-saving procedure for malignant middle cerebral artery stroke associated with cerebral oedema, enough to cause herniation and death [3]. The decision of decompressive craniectomy following intracerebral haemorrhage after intravenous thrombolysis is not without the risk of peri operative haemorrhage. We report the first case where decompressive surgery was uneventfully performed as a life-saving procedure within 24hours of developing symptomatic intracerebral haemorrhage after intravenous thrombolysis. The timing for decompressive craniectomy was guided by thromboelastography (TEG).

Case report

A 63-year old hypertensive, diabetic man presented with left hemiplegia within 140 minutes of onset. On examination, he was alert, GCS 15, left hemiplegia, right gaze palsy and dysarthria, NIHSS (National Institute of Health Stroke Scale) of 17. Magnetic resonance imaging of the brain revealed infarct in the superior division of right middle cerebral artery (MCA) (Figure 1a). His blood biochemistry was unremarkable (Hb-13.8, Plt-145, PT-12.2, and RBS-174). After written consent, thrombolysis was started at 22:10hrs on 11.1.2015 with rt-PA, 5.8mg as bolus followed by 52.7mg infusion over one hour. At 5:30hrs on 12.1.2015, he had upper gastrointestinal bleed followed by impairment in consciousness and his NIHSS score increased to 28. Immediate repeat CT scan of the brain revealed extensive infarction of MCA with haemorrhage in the infarct, extensive oedema and midline shift with uncal herniation (Figure 1b). As he had been recently thrombolysed, his repeat coagulation profile was performed (Hb-10.4, Plt-160, PT-15.2, APTT-27.8, FDP- 256mg/dL) including thromboelastography which was classical of fibrinolysis. Eight units of cryoprecipitate and four units of fresh frozen plasma were transfused in the next six hours and repeat thromboelastography was normal. Then the decision was to proceed with decompressive craniectomy (15:30hr on 12.1.15). A bone window of 12cm in the antero posterior direction in the fronto parieto temporal region was created and duroplasty was performed. The procedure was uneventful. He did not receive any blood products in the peri operative period. Brain CT scan was again performed on the following day and it showed resolution of midline shift with no new hematoma (Figure 1c). He was managed in the intensive care unit with gradual weaning of sedation and ventilation. He was discharged in the sixth week on tracheotomy and NIHSS score of 12. Three months later he was admitted for cranioplasty (Figure 1d) and tracheostomy closure with Mrs Score of 3 (Figure 2a & 2b).

Figure 1: (a) Magnetic resonance imaging of the brain (diffusion weighted image) done at presentation shows acute infarction of the right superior middle cerebral artery. (b) Non contrast CT of the brain done 8 hours after thrombolysis showed haemorrhage in the infarct resulting in mid line shift and mass effect. (c) Non Contrast CT of the brain done on the next day after decompressive craniectomy and hematoma evacuation revealed no new bleed and resolving mass effect.(d) Non Contrast CT of the brain following cranioplasty.

Figure 2: (a) Thromboelastograph trace obtained after 8hr of thrombolysis with R-1.7min, α-66.80, MA-19.6mm, LY30-97.4%, EPL%-100%. These features are characteristic features of fibrinolysis with normal R time, decreased maximum amplitude (MA), raised LY30 (percentage decrease in maximum amplitude or lysis after 30 minutes) and raised EPL. EPL represents the computer prediction of 30mins clot lysis based on interrogation of actual rate of diminution of the trace commencing 30sec post MA with a normal value of <15%. It is the earliest indicator of abnormal lysis. (b) Thromboelastographic trace obtained after infusion of cryoprecipitate and fresh frozen plasma with R-6min, K-1.5min, α-67.50, MA-49.6mm, LY30-0%, EPL%-0%.

Discussion

Thrombolysis remains the treatment of choice in acute ischemic stroke but with increased risk of symptomatic intracranial haemorrhage (ICH).The mortality in these patients is reported to be as high as 45% [4]. There are a few case reports in literature that state DC might be beneficial in the context of post IVT in patients with refractory cerebral oedema [5]. But the most important void is the optimal time to perform DC following thrombolysis. To the best of our knowledge there is only one prior case report where decompressive craniectomy was performed for intracranial haemorrhage following unsuccessful IVT after 48 hour of thrombolysis [6]. Here we report the index case where symptomatic intracranial haemorrhage followed thrombolysis, and was managed by DC and hematoma evacuation within 24 hours of IVT. This early life saving surgery was possible only after rapid correction of coagulation profile with the help of thromboelastography. As, a large series is difficult to be conducted in such cases, it is of interest to report small experiences as ours where the clinical dilemma of performing a surgery following thrombolysis with rt-PA was guided by thromboelastography.

Recombinant t-PA is an exogenous stimulator of the fibrinolytic system that enhances local fibrinolysis by converting plasminogen to plasmin. Our concern was the increased risk of peri operative haemorrhage associated with high mortality due to the persistent effect of TPA. With regard to the pharmacokinetics, half-life of rt- PA is <5 min, with clearance rate of 380-570mL/min [7]. Hence, 80% of rt-PA is cleared from the plasma within 10 minutes of administration. Despite short half-life of rt-PA fibrinolytic effects peak at 4hours and can persist up to 24-48hours [7]. The clinical dilemma in such a scenario was to wait for the disappearance of the fibrinolytic effects to avoid peri operative bleeding at the cost of outweighing the benefits of early DC in reducing the raised ICP. The other option was to efficiently detect and correct the coagulation abnormality by transfusing specific blood products to minimize the risk of bleeding. We had the benefit of thromboelastography at our institute to guide.com with the correction of the deranged coagulation profile before proceeding for DC. S Takeuchi et al. retrospectively reviewed 20 patients who underwent DC for malignant hemispheric infarction after IV TPA administration, with another 20 patients undergoing DC without prior IV TPA administration [8]. They observed intracranial bleeding or worsening of pre existing ICH in two patients (10%) in each group, but tPA was not thought to be contributory to the hemorrhagic events because of the long intervals between the IV tPA and DC(185 and 136h, respectively). However, fibrinolytic markers, such as fibrinogen or fibrin degradation products were unfortunately not measured in the above series.

Thrombelastography or TEG measures the physical properties of the clot via a pin suspended in a cup from a torsion wire connected with a mechanical-electrical transducer. TEG is different from other coagulation tests as it provides global information on the dynamics of clot development, stabilization and dissolution [9]. It assesses both thrombosis and fibrinolysis. Its role is established in cardiac and liver transplant surgery and is being increasingly explored to study role of fibrinolysis in early trauma coagulopathy [10]. Although routinely tested coagulation parameters (BT, CT, PTI, and APTT) were also normal in our case but TEG was characteristic of enhanced fibrinolysis. Hence, we transfused cryoprecipitate and fresh frozen plasma after which the TEG was normal, and we could proceed with surgery.

Conclusion

Decompressive hemicraniectomy with hematoma evacuation following thrombolysis represents an aggressive life saving treatment approach, especially for the patients who develop hemorrhagic complications of intravenous thrombolysis. TEG is one modality which can guide the reversal of deranged coagulation parameter so that major surgery can be undertaken with minimal risk. The decision to proceed with major surgical intervention requires a competent multi disciplinary team as well as an open discussion with relatives as DC may preserve both life and functional ability in well selected patients. More research is needed in this field to elucidate the potential for both modalities in appropriate patients.

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Insanity (2)

A/N: Ahhhh finally the part 2 is here...Please don’t kill me because it took so long >.< I have to write this when I can in my spare time D: Also I have an ovarian cyst that is eating my ovary (not really)....so Yeah... ENJOY! <3

AU!: Psychopath!Yandere!Minghao, Psychiatrist!Reader, Doctor!Jun

Warnings: Blood, Murder, Self harm (Mentioned), Cussing, Major heartache, light smut (basically bed humping....you’ll see)

Description: You never realized how stressful and dangerous your job as an asylum psychiatrist could be till a patient, Xu Minghao, gets admitted for murder. Your co-worker Wen Junhui insists the man is dangerous and needs to be locked away. However, something draws you near Minghao. But can you break free before it is too late?

~ Admin Bella

“There is no such thing as ‘too insane’ unless others turn up dead due to your actions.”

― Mahatma Gandhi

YOUR POV

Your lips melded to his sweetly. Your hands grabbing everywhere they could, his hair, his shirt, his back. You wanted to be as close as possible. Not even remembering how you two ended up like this, you fell back against the bed. Nails digging into his skin, creating half moon shapes into his pale skin. More. You wanted more. His mouth moved down to your jaw, then your neck. Marking you as his and only his. His teeth lightly bit down into your flesh, causing you to arch your neck and whimper.

“Please” you pleaded, though you weren’t entirely sure of what you were pleading for. You just wanted more of him, in any way you could get it.

“Be patient, baby. I am sure you can do that for me.” he whispered huskily into your ear. Again, you whimpered. Completely submitting to him. He lowered himself, nipping at your chest. Popping the buttons open of your clean, white button up blouse before pulling back, his hands grabbing and squeezing handfuls of your body. Your breasts, your behind, your thighs...

“Time for some fun~”

You jumped awake at the sound of knocking on your door. You looked around in a panic, dazed from your confusing dream. Slowly you gathered your surroundings and calmed down, pulling the sticky note off from your cheek. You fell asleep at work. Sighing, you got up to answer the door. The knocking giving you a headache. You pulled the door open grumpily, looking up at your annoyance.

“Took you long enough. Why are you here so early?” Jun asked, furrowing his brows. His doctor’s coat over his shoulder casually. His question triggered your dream and anxiety took over. You couldn’t look him in the face. Cheeks flushed, you crossed your arms over your chest.

“I fell asleep while looking over a- You know what? It doesn’t matter. What did you want?” you sighed, wanting him to leave quickly so you could run to the bathroom and splash water on your face.

He shrugged and smirked. Please don’t smirk at me right now. You thought to yourself, the smirk cursing you to remember the lips that caressed your body in the very confusing dream. “Y/N? Wow, I wish I could see whats going on in your head that makes you space out so often” he tsks, shaking his head.

“Sorry, just a weird dream I had, and no, I don’t want to talk about it. I actually want you to leave so I can freshen up before my shift starts” you began shoving at him to move out of the doorway.

“Damn, someone is grumpy today.” Raising his hands in surrender, he cheesily saluted you before walking off to his own office, whistling a small tune.

Closing the door and leaning back against it, you replayed your dream in your head. You can remember the attraction you felt to him, the desire. But one thing picked at you. You could not make out his face. Its like you were lusting after a blank surface. You felt disgusted with yourself, but you have no clue why. You sighed softly before grabbing your coat and leaving your office to freshen up.

Your shift started as normal. You tended to your patients, checking in on them and seeing what their next step to recovery should be. You quietly sat in your chair of Room B, waiting for the nurse to bring your next patient before everyone goes to lunch. The door clicked loudly as the nurses dragged in an annoyed Minghao. Roughly they shoved him down into the chair, he snarled before spitting into one of the nurse’s face. The angry and disgusted look of the nurse caused Minghao to erupt in maniacal laughter.

“Nurses leave us. I wish to speak with Mr. Xu alone.” You thought Minghao would respond better if the nurses were not in the room, however, you had guards watching the security cameras if something goes wrong. The nurses grumbled while leaving, the one nurse grabbing a tissue from the desk, wiping his face.

“Minghao, why are you annoyed?” You asked calmly, setting your clipboard on your lap.

“What makes you think I am annoyed?” his laughter calmed down, settling into the chair. “I think i am in a pretty good mood.”

You clicked your tongue and write a quick note. He seems to find whatever mood he is in, what we call “annoyed” or “frustrated,” to be his good mood. After you wrote your note you crossed your leg over the other one, eyeing him carefully. He looked paler than yesterday. Dark circles under his eyes. He must not have slept well.

“Minghao, how are you sleeping? Cause if you are sleeping poorly we can give you a nightly sleeping medicine.” You smiled friendly, clicking your pen to make the note.

“No” he said plainly, a smirk on his face. The smirk taunting you. Immediately you were taken back into the dream, the man’s lips ghosting over yours. His body against yours, making you feel every, single inch of him. Dammit! Snapping yourself out of your fantasy, you realized you were awkwardly paused, staring at Minghao. “Like something you see?”

“No! I just...Please, Minghao. Let’s keep this professional.” forcing a smile, you shifted in your chair.

“Mm, but I don’t like our current arrangement” He tilted his head at you, leaning forward in his chair. “You know what I do like?”

“What is that?” you immediately regretted asking.

“Your tits.”

Sighing softly, you shook off his comment. “Minghao, have your thoughts of self harm or harming others ceased? Or are they still ongoing.”

“Do you always talk of such boring topics? Let us talk of something interesting!” he stretched slightly in his jacket, his black hair falling into his eyes.

“What would you like to talk about then, Mr. Xu?”

“God.”

You raised an eyebrow but asked him to continue.

“Do you believe in God?” he asked, leaning back in his chair again.

“I don’t know exactly. My views are complicated. Why? Do you believe in God, Minghao?” you were honestly curious now, what was he getting at?

“Yes. I believe God made all of us.” He calmly said, looking up to the ceiling. Or maybe the Heavens

“I...did not know that. We have a church-”

“ He made us as puppets for his amusement, and I am just giving him a show.” he smiled at the Heavens. His eyes dark with mischief.

You swallowed hard, your shock turning into horror as you shakily grab your pen to write more notes. His eyes scared you, it was like he had you pinned in an imaginary corner, strangling you. His eyes gave away that that any moment, he could attempt to kill you.

“Stop fucking writing my every movement!” he shouted and a fire lit in his eyes. In this moment you were truly scared of him and of your job. You carefully thumb the arm of your chair, feeling the button to signal help. He huffed loudly, shaking his hair out of his eyes. You could see him chewing on the side of his cheek, his eyes boring into yours. You felt frozen, he had you stuck, and it terrified you. You pressed the button, your chest heaving slightly as you tried to get your breathing under control. As the buzzer rang out in the room and nurses flooded in to take Minghao away, he smirked.

It was then you realized, he was testing you.

MINGHAO’S POV

She did it.. Hm, she isn’t very strong. We’ll have to work on that. He thought to himself as the nurses pulled him up and began escorting him back to his room. He carefully looked back at you, the smirk never leaving his lips. You were trembling, and he enjoyed the effect he seem to have on you. You were his own little play toy, and he refused to give up without a fight. He winked at you, as you blindly followed the nurses out the room, watching him be carried off. However, when you were no longer in his line of sight, boredom took over and his chewing on his cheek increased. Coppery blood touched his tongue, and his lips were lightly stained. The nurses sighed in and shoved him into his room.

“Stop biting yourself or we will need to put something in your mouth, Mr. Xu. I doubt you want that.” The kinder nurse explained softly, however the other nurse, the one Minghao had spat at, had already left.

He smiled widely at the nurse, tugging within his straight jacket. “When will I be released from these binds?” He asked, tilting his head at the nurse. Walking backwards, he sat down on his bed.

“When your behavior improves, but that is up to the doctors and your therapist, Mr. Xu.” the nurse said before leaving. Having to tend to other patients.

His mind never left you. How scared you looked, all he did was yell and your mental wall came crumbling down. How meek. He leaned his head back against the wall, closing his eyes with a small smile. His fantasy of you grew more and more. The way you pursed your lips when making notes of his behavior. Your lips drove him crazy, he wished he could just thumb at your bottom lip. Then you would suck his thumb into your mouth, your eyes staring into his as you swirled your tongue. He wanted to break you and build you up at the same time. He wanted you to be like him.

Just the thought made him shudder in pleasure. He could feel himself desiring you. His body responding to his imagination, he gently moved around so he was laying on his stomach. Pulling his knees up slightly, he lowered his pelvis down onto the bed, a low gasp leaving his lips. Slowly he rocked himself against the mattress. Eyes closed, imagining you below him.

Clawing at his back, scratching bright, red marks that would later scar. Making you scream as he thrust deeply into you. Your moans echoing through the room as he pinned your hands to the bed.

His face was buried into the bed, low moans and pants escaping his plump lips as he ground himself into the mattress. Pleasure taking over every section of his body. His hips began to stutter, his release was getting closer and closer. Ready to push him over the edge. But it wasn’t right. It wasn’t perfect. He wanted to feel you wrapped around him. He snarled in irritation as his orgasm began to drift away. Again he lost himself in his fantasy to get what he desired.

“Cum for me, Minghao. Please.” you would whisper into his ear, wrapping your legs tightly around his waist. Your fingers knotted into his midnight black hair, tugging gently on the locks. Making him growl lowly and thrust harder into you. Then it snapped, specks of white light clouded his vision as ribbons of his release spilled within you.

You were his, and anyone who dare tried to take you, would simply have to disappear.

A deep, husky groan signaled his end, his hips rolling into the bed as he prolonged his high for as long as he could. Eventually he rolled over onto his back, sitting up slightly to look at his sweat pants, he chuckled at the wet spot clearly seen. His cum seeped into the material. Laying back with a soft thump, his hair messily strewn about against the pillow. Staring up at the ceiling, his thoughts were poisoned by you. He wanted you to himself, and that meant he needed your trust. But first, he wanted to destroy the outcome of your dirty, little secret

YOUR POV

With wobbly legs, you carried yourself to your office. Part of you wanted to fill the form to request Minghao to be seen by someone else, and the other part of you knew he was your patient and you had to deal with this. Unlocking the door to your office, you heard footsteps behind you. Swallowing hard, you turned around to face Jun.

“Hey..” you whispered.

“You look scared, why?” he furrowed his brows. “Did something happen?” He placed his hand on the small of your back, motioning for you two to talk in your office.

“Just a patient got a little...feisty. It caught me off guard is all. I am fine.” You gave a small smile to reassure him before walking to your desk to put files away. He does not seem to believe you though as he narrows his eyes.

“I don’t know how well I believe you, especially with that Minghao fellow.”

Raising a brow, you paused in your actions and looked up at him in surprise. “How did you know I was with Minghao and he caused this?”

“Jeez, Y/N, why are you so uptight. I saw your schedule and Amanda told me you were in with Mr. Xu just a bit ago.” He shook his head, sitting down on your couch. “Y/N, are you sure you are okay? You are acting odd.”

“I am sorry, Jun. I just don’t feel right, I guess.” Sighing, you sat down next to him, putting your head in your hands.

“You need a vacation. Being here day and night isn’t good for your mental health. Take it easy, okay?” He gently put his hand on your shoulder, rubbing softly.

You smiled at him, genuinely feeling grateful for him right then. “Thank you, Junhui. Maybe I should take a few days off.”

“You should. Go home, stay in your PJs, watch some stupid TV. Hell, go to a bar and get laid.” He wiggled his brows at you, tucking your hair behind your ears.

“That is something you do, Jun” you rolled your eyes and chuckled. Shoving him off from you in a playful manner.

“Mmm true, but hey! At least I’m not uptight.” With a wink, he stood up slowly. “I gotta go, but I’ll come by later for lunch.”

You waved at him with a small smile as he left. You adored Jun, he was always there for you since you got here. He annoyed you, yes, but you loved him as well. He seemed to always know what to say to make you feel better, either by being stupid and making lame comments, or help talking you down from any sadness you were feeling.

It was then you heard an uproar and a low alarm rang throughout the halls, breaking you out of your thoughts. You realized the alarm tone, and panic filled you. It was a code red alarm.

Someone was murdered.

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Wings are made to Fly - Chapter 2

Pairing: Not fully sure yet, just gonna see how it goes (Maybe Evie? Don’t know yet)

Setting: Auradon

Warning: Swearing, Graphic stuff, sad Harry, hurting Harry, blood

Summary: Everyone knows what type of person they are, Fairy, Goblin, Dragon or just a simple person and Harry thinks he’s just a simple guy but the more he comes into contact with Auradon and magic, the more the people around him notice something off and maybe Auradon is the only place with answers

Words: 2742

Requested: Nope, me and my Fiance were roleplaying this and I thought it would be awesome to make it into a Fanfic

Side note: Okay so I know it’s been almost a month and I should have probably uploaded this sooner but I was waiting for Chapter 3 to be complete which because of University and my hand in yesterday, I have not finished so I thought I’d upload this one now and get Chapter 3 done soon and hopefully more faster since I only have one other deadline :D

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Auradon was in uproar; everyone was celebrating the new arrivals, they wanted to make sure these new Villains felt happy and safe, something they had never been given in life before now. Everyone was there, the school band, the teachers, the VKs, absolutely everyone and most of them stood there excitedly awaiting for the car to pull up.

Ben, Fairy God Mother and Mal waited patiently at the end of the school entrance, ignoring the commotion behind them as Fairy God Mother continued to stew in her worries, she knew something was going to happen, she knew something was wrong but she couldn’t argue with her King,

“I still don’t think inviting them three here is a good idea, they tried to kill you” she whispered to Ben as she watched the road in front of them, out of the corner of her eye she could see Ben’s slightly agitated expression, causing her to continue her little speech, “I understand that you see potential in them and I know I gave the other a hard time but … you need to see how this looks from my perspective Ben” she tried to reason, seeing the same expression of Bens face just made her sigh in defeat, there was no arguing, “… This doesn’t change how I feel about this” she finished before quickly standing tall, plastering her big welcome smile on as the car entered the school,

“Please, Fairy God Mother, try to talk to them before you pass judgement, they aren’t bad people” Ben quickly argued back, knowing she had already decided her feelings towards them. The young King brushed down his suit jacket and taking Mal’s hand in his, ready to take a dive but that was quickly forgotten when he realized just how fast the car was coming, “Fairy God Mother … somethings wrong….” He said, confusion and worry very evident in his voice as the black limo pulled to a halt suddenly, the two guards in front almost tumbling out of the car as they pushed the doors open with force, heading quickly to the back, dragging the doors open quickly, speaking too fast to even be considered English anymore, “W-what is ha-“ Ben didn’t get a chance to finished as he stood frozen, the world almost stopping as everyone saw the exact reason why that car had been racing through the streets.

Out of the car stepped Max, one of the most loved guard in all of Auradon but he wasn’t the sweet Max anymore, his uniform dishevelled, his coat abandoned and something that had caught Bens immediate attention, bright red handprints across his shirt and if that hadn’t instantly given red flags, what everyone saw next would haunt their dreams for as long as they live.

Harry Hooks motionless, bleeding body laid nestled in his arms, the most fearsome pirate of all the kingdoms, was now dying in the arms of a royal guard.

Mal felt her stomach flip as she covered her mouth in utter shock, stepping backwards and right into the shaking arms of Evie. A lot of the students had turned away but there was only one person who couldn’t move from his spot, the King stared at the boy who had managed to strike fear into his heart, now terrified that he might be dead,

“Get the paramedics here now!” Max shouted as he ran straight past Ben and into the building, running past all the chattering students and the confused teachers, eventually making his way to the nurses office, somewhere to keep Harry safe. Max had only been with the boy for a short amount of time but he couldn’t let this boy die, “Harry, be strong, your sister needs you, your friends need you, you can’t leave them like this” he whispered, hoping Harry could hear him. The young pirate hadn’t taken a breath since they left the Isle, any longer and he’d be too late. Max took a deep breath in, calming himself before setting to work, he was going to save this boy no matter what; unlike him however, outside was complete chaos.

Students were gossiping, chatting, making rumours already but in front of them all, a group of frozen students with their gazes still stuck in front of them, nothing could be said, someone was dying and they couldn’t do anything. What felt like hours to them had only been a couple of minutes before Uma broke down, dropping to her knees as she sobbed silently into her hands, her mind racing while each and every thought traced back to one thing, this was her fault, she had agreed to this, she had encouraged him, it was all her fault and now her best friend was dying because of her.

One by one, each Villain, Ben and even the Fairy God Mother herself had dropped to their knees, pulling the Sea Witch as close as remotely possible. None of them dared move, even when the ambulance arrived, even when Harry was taken into the vehicle, even when they rushed around like headless chickens, they couldn’t do it, Harry had to have been dying, there was no other conclusion to this story, he was going to die and there was nothing they could do about…

“He’s been taken back into his room if you want to go see him” a voice from behind them broke the silence, it was Max, smiling softly as he wiped the blood from his hands and arms, “We got him breathing, stopped him from bleeding out and they gave him a few sedatives and pain killers to stop the pain, once he’s awake, they’re going to look into all of this and see what is going on, they might be able to get to the bottom of this” he reassured, the look on everyone’s faces as he finished speaking warmed his heart, Uma looked completely relieved but no way in hell was she letting him or Gil for that matter leave her sights.

The teal haired Captain stood, breaking the group hug to follow Max inside of the school, dragging the innocent but scared son of Gaston behind her. It didn’t take long to get to his room; it was eerily quiet, everything was still, the only noise was a beeping of a small monitor beside Harry.

Uma examined the room around them, it was different, she had never seen something like this before, actual beds, real curtains, it was … cozy. It wasn’t until Gil slowly made his way over to the sleeping form of Harry that she finally regained her senses and shuffled over to his side.

Harry laid peaceful, his clothing had been replaced by thin, silk pyjamas, the duvet pulled up to his chin and wrapped comfortably around him. Everything seemed to look normal, except for one thing, his hand, the hand that rested next to him on the pillow was now covered in different equipment, a needle taped to the back, something clear pumping into him from a large bag high above him while some sort of strange finger trap covered his index finger, hooking him up to the soft beeping machine,

“What is all this?” Gil asked, cowering behind his Captain, he had never seen anything like it. He gazed over to Max, a man he had not spoken to yet, to him, this was just some goody two shoes guard to him but he was someone that could tell him what was happening to his ship mate and best friend,

“He’s fine, don’t worry about all this stuff, it’s just to help him sleep without pain” Max explained as he quickly checked the machine, “This show his heart, you might find comfort being able to see it but I need you both to know that if you both stay here tonight, don’t touch any of this, it could harm him but as long as you are careful, he should be back to his normal self tomorrow, okay?” he asked, heading quietly towards the door before Uma interrupted any movements he made,

“W-What happened to him? In the car why was he … bleeding so much?” she asked, it was terrifying to witness but she needed to know, something was wrong with her friend and Max was the only one who could keep them calm, however, something in his expression showed that she might not want to know,

“I … Maybe it’s best you forgot and let the doctors figure it out … it’s not pretty” he tried to argue, not wanting her to worry even further but when the Captain crossed her arms and stepped closer, not backing down, he sighed, caving in, he knew he wasn’t getting out of this, “Fine but listen to me when I say, it wasn’t pretty … I don’t know the full story, I don’t know what happened but all I know is that something inside of him was forcing its way out, it had managed to slice his back open but from what the paramedics said … there was nothing, nothing was there, whatever this is, we need it to stay quiet, he needs rest” he pleaded, he didn’t want any of this to get out of hand or get to the news, he knew nothing good would come out of it but he trusted them, “well, I guess I’ll leave you all to rest, I’ve left my phone number on the desk over there, if anything happens, call me ...” he added until he watched as the two kids stared in confusion, he should have guessed they wouldn’t have a clue what he was talking about. The guard sighed as he picked up the cell phone from the bedside table and handed it to Uma, “From this, play around with it, you’ll figure it out, you’re smart” he said before finally leaving them, closing the door behind him.

The two pirates stared at the small device in Uma’s hand for a moment before deciding it wasn’t important anymore. The teenagers pulled their coats and shoes off before carefully climbing into bed beside the sleeping form of their friend, snuggling under the duvet to rest. It was once again silent, uncomfortably silent, both of them too scared to speak from the fear of waking up Harry but it was over when Gil finally spoke up,

“Will he get better?” he whispered, staring at the ceiling, his eyes fixed on a single spot in the paint, “I’ve never seen Harry like this before, he’s always been strong, will he be strong again?” he asked, turning his head towards Uma, his eyes shining with newly formed tears.

The Captain frowned, rolling over slowly to completely face him, taking his larger hand in hers. Everything that had happened had been pushed onto him so suddenly, he was sweet, innocent, she couldn’t even begin to understand how he felt in all this,

“Gil, listen to me, he will be okay, I mean, it’s Harry!” she reassured, pulling her friend closer and wrapping his arms around her body, “Get some rest, tomorrow, we’ll stay by his side and you can see just how strong Harry is, I promise, he’ll be fine” she smiled softly even though on the inside she was really breaking down just as much as he was.

It took a very long time but both Uma and Gil had finally fallen asleep in each other’s arms, neither one moving throughout the night, too scared to let go, even in their restless sleep.

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Hours went by, the sun had completely gone down and the soft light of the moon flooded through the room. The night went on without a stir, only one thing that caused the night to change, Harry Hook was awake.

The bed stirred as the hooked pirate sat up slowly, his eyes flicked around the room frantically as he tried to wake himself completely, his mind racing as everything around him became apparent, he was somewhere new, he wasn’t on the Isle anymore and it was scaring him.

Harry gasped as he felt a tug in his hand, a stinging pain coursing up his arm as he tried to move. Looking down to quickly find the source, he could see the strange thing on his finger, pressing tightly against the end of his index. Following the lead, he spotted the weird beeping thing next to him, something he didn’t understand so he did the only thing he thought to do, pull it off. The beeping stopped but now played a long continuous noise, making Harry jump and drop the cord, once again the back of his hand twinge suddenly.

Looking down again, Harry found the real reason for the pain, the needle. It didn’t take him long to decide his next move. Taking a deep breath, the pirate grabbed the tube, gripping it tightly before quickly yanking it from his skin, making him hiss through his teeth at the sudden pain.

Tossing the needle to the side, the still drugged up boy stumbled from the bed, almost knocking over everything around him as he tried to figure out what to do, everything new and terrifying. Finally, he stopped against the desk, resting himself against it as the room started spinning slowly around him. It took him a moment but he was finally able to make out some basic things around the room, the furniture was a big give away that he was in Auradon but seeing that Uma and Gil were asleep in his bed give him relief that he wasn’t alone.

Harry took a deep breath as he slowly pushed himself back up once again, stepping into the open space of the room before dropping to his knees, still very weak, he could hear the machine emit a small high pitch beep causing him to cover his ear in agitation and annoyance, something was wrong and it had something to do with him, why did they care? They were villains, not good guys, he could handle a little bit of trou-

Harry’s thoughts were stopped when the pain once again washed over him, a pain so strong his voice was knocked completely from him, he couldn’t speak or scream, all he could do was fall forward, gripping the silk shirt he now had covering his torso. Something this time was really trying to kill him and he couldn’t get anyone’s attention, no one could help him, he was going to die … in Auradon.

Minutes passed and the pain grew stronger and stronger, the young boy laid on the floor, shaking vigorously as he let out small, pathetic noises, every inch of his body was on fire. Finally, the feeling of suffocation around his voice disappeared and a blood curdling scream ripped from his throat, awaking the two sleeping pirates. It only took a second for them to jump to his side, grabbing him and keeping him close, Uma knew there was nothing they could do … except … Uma quickly took a hold of Harrys shirt, ripping it from him and away from his back, only to see the large red vertical slices being forced open, blood seeping down his back as something strange peeked out from the deep wounds.

As if nothing could get worse; a sudden bright dusty light leaked from his cuts, wrapping Harry in a white light, making both Uma and Gil shuffle back in fear as they watched their friend writhe in agony.

Suddenly, the door burst open as Max ran in, pyjamas thrown on messily and phone in hand, the screen showing that he had been notified on the sudden change of Harrys heartbeat, however, he didn’t get very far as he was taken back by the sudden change in light, it was blinding, becoming too much for any of them but Max could just make out the shadow of the young pirate as well as something else, something moving, something sparkly.

With one last agonising scream, the light suddenly disappeared, once again revealing Harry as he fell to the ground, whimpering and shaking from the ordeal. Everyone in the room stared in disbelief, their eyes slowly trailing behind the shaking form, two large sparkly silver things were now attached to the pirates back, twitching on the ground,

“T-Those are … Harry … Harry’s a pixie…” This was the only things said as they all realized those things, were wings.

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