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Paring: John Murphy x reader

Warnings: Swearing

Chapter: 6.03

You scrunch your nose up as Clarke re-enters the bar wearing a pretty pink dress.

You face the other way and finish the drink in your hand. If Joaquin was the one out there, nobody would be able to stop you from looking for him. The blonde was always better at politics than you, and she probably had some kind of plan in place to save herself, Abby, and Madi. It was just a shame for the rest of you that her loyalty stopped there.

Murphy placed his hand on your back as you listened to Abby comforting her daughter, who once again was paying attention to some bullshit peace talk. “Just be yourself. Don’t tell them more than you have to and don’t lie.”

Murphy scoffs, “Unless they ask about the end of the world. In that case, maybe don’t tell them you fired the first shot.”

“Don't worry, Murphy.” Clarke looked over his shoulder at him. “Hell’s big enough for both of us.”

You spin round fast, anger boiling inside you. “What did you just say to him?”

“Let it go,” Murphy says, shaking his head. You look into his tired eyes and feel nothing but guilt. Maybe he wouldn’t have almost died if you’d come to earth with him. He deserved so much better. Murphy moves his hand from your back to link with your fingers, “I promise I’ll do whatever it takes to make this a safe home for Joaquin.”

—

You sit down across from Emori, frowning as you notice Abby talking to your partner. What the hell could she be saying to him? You didn’t want Griffin near your family.

“Couldn’t convince him to eat?” Miller asks between bites of food.

“No,” you said, sighing.You couldn’t even convince him to drink something other than alcohol. Whatever happened to Murphy when he died scared him, and he was trying to block it out. He looked defeated.

Emori filled you, Jackson, and Miller in on life in space. It made you happy to hear how quickly Emori and Echo were accepted by everyone else on the ring. You smiled until you noticed a worried-looking Clarke coming down the stairs into the tavern. She had changed out of her pretty dress and back into her “murder gear,” as Murphy called it, which wasn’t a good sign.

“Jordan told them everything,” she announced. “Where is he?”

To your surprise, Murphy told her, “on the roof with the barmaid.”

You frowned at him, and took off after Clarke while she went to look for Jordan. When you reached the roof, you were horrified to see Jordan laying on the ground.

“Jordan!” You rushed to kneel beside him. He slowly started to wake up, “Hey, hey, you're okay.”

One of the guards from the sanctum shoved you to the side and lifted Jordan to his feet. “Where is she? Where’s Delilah?”

You shoved him back, “Back off! He’s hurt and just a kid.”

The man lets go when he spots someone running through the garden below. “The children of Gabriel are in the compound. They’ll use the night harvest to try to get her out. You need to follow me, please.”

“We can’t leave him,” Clarke argued.

“You go and I’ll stay with Jordan.”

She gave you a quick nod and left with the guard to look for the missing girl.

—

As you helped Jordan walk into the bar, you smiled when you noticed Bellamy apologising to Murphy for what happened when they were under the influence of the red sun. Your smile grew even wider when you noticed Raven, “Hey Reyes!”

The brunette pulled you in for a hug, “glad to see you're alright.”

“You too.”

Just as you pulled back from the embrace, Russell entered the room. It’s been a long day, so I’ll keep this short. “Sanctum was created to be a sanctuary for the human race. After seeing you save Delilah, we’ve decided that you deserve that too.”

“So we can stay?”

“For now,” Russell’s wife Simone answers. “No more of you.” You tense at her words and share a concerned look with Murphy as she continues. “You will follow our rules and respect our traditions, and we will teach you how to survive here.”

“What my wife is trying to say is, welcome to the sanctum.”

Murphy comes up behind you and wraps his arm around your waist. He whispers into your ear, “Don’t worry about getting our boy here; I’ll figure it out.”

You relaxed at his words. You weren’t sure how he’d do it, but you had every faith he’d figure out a way to get your son into the sanctum safely. You lean your head back slightly and kiss him softly on the lips. “Aww,” Diyoza stops in front of you, smiling, “you two have a kid right?”

You nod, “a son.”

Her hand rested on her stomach, “Is it really as bad as they say it is?”

“Worse than you can even imagine,” you say, chuckling at her expression. “You’ve been through a helluva lot. I’m sure childbirth will be a walk in the park for you.”

She smiles at you both before walking towards Madi. Murphy tightens his grip on you, making you laugh. “You know, I want to hear every detail of what I’ve missed; the pregnancy, childbirth, his first steps.”

Your attention was drawn from Murphy to Russell when he spoke loudly, “Charmaine Diyoza?”

Diyoza looks at him confused. “Yes.”

“Escort this woman past the shield right now!” Russell orders

Bellamy tries to interject as two guards, “Just wait. What is this?”

Diyoza shrugs, “Seems my reputation precedes me.”

You all stand there in shock as Russell has his men forcefully march a pregnant woman out of the sanctum. It’s not until the rooms go quiet that you look around and notice someone is missing. You step out of Murphy's grip and look up at Bellamy. “Where’s Octavia?”

—

You lie on the soft bed, staring up at the ceiling, only shifting your gaze when you feel movement beside you. “Did you get any sleep?” Murphy yawns before pushing himself up onto his elbows.

You sigh, “not really.” With the knowledge that you are currently safe in Sanctum, you should be able to sleep, but your mind can’t stop wondering. “I can’t rest, not while we are here and he’s up there.”

“I know,” he says, kissing your forehead. Murphy sits fully upright and looks around the room. “Do you think they will give us another bed when Joaquin comes down, or do you think we’ll need to steal one from somewhere?”

You swat at his arm playfully, “I don’t think Simone would appreciate you joking about stealing.”

“Ok, okay,” he says, raising his hands. “But do you think they will give us another bed?”

Everyone had been assigned rooms above the tavern, although you weren’t sure how permanent they were. You look up at him, surprised by the question. “Probably, although I’m not sure if he’ll jump with delight at the chance of having his own bed or still want to sleep beside us.” You let out a low laugh, “This one time, I tried to let Joaquin sleep on his own bed in the bunker. He managed to sneak out while I was sleeping. I was so scared when I woke up and discovered he was gone. Luckily, Miller found him.”

Murphy rubs at his face, pretending that he’s just overtired, but you know he’s hurting and is trying to hide how much pain he’s in from you. You shake your head at him, your voice soft, “he loves you.”

“He doesn’t even know me.”

“But he still loves you, we both do,” you roll around and kiss his shoulder.

Murphy tucks your hair behind your ear and changes the subject to, “What are we doing today? I’m not in a naming day celebration mood.”

“I think Emroi is going to guard the ship. We should go with her.”

—

“I’m not sure about this,” you link your fingers with Murphy’s as you walk towards your tavern. “It just doesn’t feel right.”

“I know, but it’ll look like…” he quickly changes what he was going to say when he spots a figure walking towards you. “Hey, Delilah.”

She smiles at you both and says, “Now I’m not one for easy dropping, but I did hear a part of your conversation.”

Shit.

“You most definitely can’t wear that outfit to the party tonight, but not to worry, I have plenty of outfits you can borrow,” she says cheerfully.

“Oh you really don’t need to do that. That’s far too kind and your people have already done so much by letting us stay here.”

“Nonsense, besides Jordan has told me how kind you’ve been to him,” she explains. “He really wants you there, but I understand your people don’t have lots of clothes.”

You try to think of a reason not to, but your mind draws a blank. You and Murphy exchange a look before he smirks. “She’s all yours.”

Delilah smiles and links her arm with yours, leading you away from Murphy and towards her bedroom.

—

Your jaw hung open while you took in the sight of Delilah’s bedroom. “When I lived on the ark and read books with princesses in them, this is what I imagined their rooms looked like. I actually think the whole sanctum looks like something out of a fairytale.”

Delilah gave you a kind smile before sorting through different dresses. So far, none of them really suited you. She held up a pair of white sparkly heels, “Have you ever worn sage green before? I have a dress that will match these and you perfectly.”

You snort out a laugh, “I’ve never even worn heels before.”

“First time for everything!” She squeals excitedly.

—

You walked into the party alone and nervous. You knew Murphy would meet you here, but trying to find him inside the crowded room wouldn’t be as easy as you thought. Truthfully, you didn’t want to be at the party, but you didn’t want to seem disrespectful by not attending.

You mentally curse yourself for letting Delilah talk you into wearing heels, which were painful to walk in. Delilah was a sweet girl, and was so excited for you to dress up that you didn’t want to disappoint her.

You felt a good type of strange. It was the first time you’d felt good in a long time. The dress picked out for you was a light green, with a corset top that flowed into a lace skirt that stopped just at your ankles. She curled your hair and applied light make-up. She must have thought you were crazy when you looked in the mirror and your eyes teared up. You could never make her understand that the person in front of you is how you wanted your son to see you, and not as a murderer in war paint.

You spot Bellamy and Echo facing the other way and make your way towards them. You were about to make your presence known when you overheard them.

“If you’re going to tear yourself apart over leaving her, let’s go get her.”

“No, this isn’t me tearing myself apart, ok? This is me being human. I feel things when people I love are in trouble or die. The echo I knew on the ring did that. Why don’t you?”

“This isn’t about me,” Echo replied, with hurt in her voice.

You try to back away from them, not wanting to hear anymore of their private conversations, but the people around you don’t allow it.

“No? We lost Monty and Harper three days ago. How do you feel about that? Because I have no idea. I lost my sister yesterday. It’s going to take me a little while to feel nothing, like a good azgeda spy. But I’ll keep trying.”

You are in disbelief at how cold Bellamy was towards his girlfriend. As Echo holds her head up high and turns to walk away and spots you, it becomes harder for her to hold her tears back and remain strong.

“Are you okay?”

She nods and quickly walks away, disappearing into the sea of people. You turn back and meet Bellamy’s gaze. “You look beautiful,” he says, tracing his gaze over you.

You give him a harsh look and say, “What you just said to her was cruel.”

Bellamy looks down at the ground, his face racked with guilt. You’d never experienced first-hand being on the opposite end of his deep-cutting comments, but when Bellamy reached that point of frustration, he could be ruthless with his words. With or without meaning to.

“Have you seen anyone else here?” You ask, hoping to ease the tension.

“Just Clarke, but I think she left,” he stepped closer to you, so he didn’t need to yell over the loud music. “Can I ask you something?”

“Sure.”

“Do you remember when we first spoke when you got out of the bunkers? You told me to watch my back in case my sister threw me into the fighting pits. How did you know she would?”

Your body becomes warm and flushed as you think back to your time living in that hell hole. “Octavia threatened mine and my son's lives when he was still just a baby. She constantly threw me into the fighting pit,” you pause as your voice begins to shake. “I did terrible things to survive to make sure I could be around to raise my child because of her. Blodreina would have thrown anyone into the pits without thinking twice.”

He lets out a deep sigh and runs his fingers through his hair. “I shouldn’t have taken that out on Echo, but I just don’t know how to talk to her right now.”

“I can check on her for you.”

“Really?” He asks, “I guess.”

You shrug, “Why not? She means a lot to you and everyone else who was in space. I’d like to get to know her better.”

Bellamy gives you a soft smile and squeezes your arm, “Thank you... and congratulations on getting engaged.”

“How do you know about that?” your face twists in confusion.

“During the red sun, Murphy kept threatening Clarke for hurting his wife. It wasn’t hard to put the pieces together. I wish you guys all the best.”

“Thanks Bell.”

—

You'll find Echo drinking by herself in the tavern. “Hey,” you say as you take a seat across from her. “Bellamy was being a total jackass and taking it out on you. Please don’t let it get to you.”

“I do miss them,” she says tearfully. “Monty and Harper I may not show it, but I do.”

“I know.”

“He was right; I felt myself closing down again.”

You feel bad for her, seeing how upset she is. “You’ve been fighting to survive since the moment you stepped foot on earth.”

“I’ve been fighting to survive all my life,” she says, taking a shot of her drink before letting out a deep sigh. “I was eight when Queen Nia’s army took our land. My father resisted. They killed him while my mother hid with me in the cellar. If you cry, they'll hear you, she told me. So I didn't. The best way to get rats out of their holes is to start a fire. I remember the way it smelled. But...the smoke…” she let out a loud sob. “Her hair...when Nia heard what happened, she executed the men who did it, had me brought to Troy and started my training.”

You reach across the table for her hand, “I’m so sorry, Echo, that’s horrific. I don’t know what to say except that from now on, we look forward, not back.”

“I haven't even told Bellamy about that,” she wiped her nose and nodded. “He thinks I’m just a cold-hearted azgeda spy.”

“Well, you're not Azgeda anymore, just as I'm not Skaikru. We are all family now.”

—

“John!” You called out, seeing Murphy walking towards your assigned room. He unlocked the door and waited for you to reach him. “I’m sorry I didn’t find you sooner. I started talking to Echo, then tried to find you but the party was pretty much over.”

He cut you off by pressing his lips against yours. “Danica, you look beautiful,” he slowly says, studying your face. “If your dress was any whiter, I’d marry you tonight.”

#the 100 #john murphy x reader #John Murphy x you #the 100 fanfiction #the 100 fandom #John Murphy #murphy the 100 #Bellamy Blake #Clarke Griffin #echo the 100 #echo kom spacekru #John Murphy/oc #john murphy/you #john murphy/reader

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Strangeness and Charm - Part Four

Word Count: 2K

Summary: Season 1 AU where Andy and Kyle arrive at Charles Lee Ray’s old house before Tiffany leaves with Junior and Nica and ultimately save them. Set in 2017, two weeks after Cult since that's when the show was originally mentioned to be set and in my opinion, makes the most sense.

Notes: Procrastination is taking charge, so I wrote this instead of working on my University essay. XD Anyway, the chaos cousins make an appearance here and then some BarclayPierce bonding cause I'm a sucker for them interacting. Also their trauma deserves to be addressed. On that note, Nica's attempt in Cult is addressed in this so a warning for that.

Tags: @streets-in-paradise @losersclubisms @cult-of-dollbabies

The boys huddled together trying to peep through the gap to keep an eye on Lexy, and after some pretty excessive insistence from Nica, Caroline as well. Devon was doing his best to stay focused on what the Mayor was saying, in case Lexy needed any help but it was certainly proving difficult with the bickering cousins next to him.

"Junior, will you quit it already? You keep elbowing me!"

"Well maybe if you moved out the way I wouldn't have to keep doing it!"

"You have plenty of room!"

"Not with your bird's nest hair right in front of my face!"

"Shut up. I can't hear what's being said." Devon eventually snapped.

"Yeah, and I can hear you three better than I can hear my mom and she has a damn microphone." Lexy hissed, turning back for a split second.

That got the cousins to stop for a moment, they knew that they couldn't risk messing this plan up. It took practically the entire morning for the teens to convince Kyle, Andy and Nica to let them keep watch on the event and find out Chucky's plan on their own. Nica had known that she couldn't go with them even with the chair Junior found in the basement from when his father had injured himself years ago.

The kids could see that she hated it, not being able to protect them. They had assumed it was to do with losing her family, but Devon knew it was something darker especially once Caroline was mentioned. He remembered the tragic story of her niece that he had read during his research but avoided the subject for the time being, unsure of who else knew.

As for Kyle and Andy, they knew they couldn't risk leaving Nica alone. Not to mention that if Chucky spotted either of them with the kids, the chances were all hell would break loose.

So they settled for waiting for the kids to update them on anything related to Chucky and Tiffany, and once they knew what was happening with the truck they would take control.

The boys' focus was drawn back to the Mayor's speech as it painfully began to come to a close.

"Is it worth calling them yet?" Jake questioned, "I know we don't know anything about where the truck is going but if it's right there maybe we can take care of things whilst everyone is watching the movie?"

"Just wait until we know she's done talking, when she finally stops bullshitting we might actually get some more-"

"Guys listen!" Devon interrupted just in time for them to hear the Mayor's announcement from outside the building.

"- Oscar-nominated actress and professional poker player, Jennifer Tilly!"

"Oh shit! Jake, I hate to admit this but you're right. We should call them." Junior concluded as Lexy whipped her head back to face the boys. He made a quick sign to Lexy to let her know what was going on as Devon continued keeping watch and Lexy thought of a way to get her and Caroline to join the boys without causing suspicion.

Meanwhile, the adults had remained at the Wheeler's, anxiously waiting for any news. Kyle had given Nica some of her clothes earlier in the day for her to change into and that paired with having a chair again, made a world of difference for Nica.

All three were now in the kitchen, sharing their experiences about Chucky to see if there was any kind of pattern or clue about how to stop him this time.

"Wait, so how much does your mom and Mike know about all of this stuff now?"

"Minimal, I can't risk Chucky trying to go after them again."

"And he has a habit of wanting to play the hero." Kyle pitched in, getting herself some more coffee.

"No!"

Kyle turned to Nica in response, and rolled her eyes behind her brother's back. Nica couldn't help but snicker at the siblings' antics as Andy quickly turned to try and catch his sister before his phone rang.

"Shit, the kids." He announced before picking up the phone and putting it on speaker. They soon heard Junior's voice over the phone, "It's Tiffany, she's here as Jennifer Tilly."

Nica's head shot up at that, eyes wide with fear.

"Okay, where are you?"

"Just inside the movie theatre." Jake informed them.

"All of you?"

"Me, Devon and Junior. Lexy and Caroline are just outside but we can see them."

The adults proceeded to listen over the phone as they tried to make out the whispers of conversation that followed.

"They're transporting the dolls from here right after the show, to Teterboro Airport." Devon fed back to the adults.

"Right, okay. What's the deal with Lexy and Caroline right now?"

Just then they were met with the sound of the theatre side door opening as Lexy and Caroline made their way through.

“I want Chucky!”

“Care, remember why we were moving your barbies? We can’t trust Chucky, or any doll. They’re all fucked up.”

“You said a bad word!”

“I know I did, that's how serious this is. Okay?”

“Kids?” Andy spoke again.

“Yeah? Oh, shit, come on.” Junior responded before the sound of multiple footsteps came through the phone. Nica was getting panicked now, continuously biting her nails as the adults listened to the events over the phone, “Are you all, alright?” She questioned once the footsteps stopped.

On the other side Lexy grabbed the phone off the boys, “Yeah we’re okay, Jen- uh Tiffany was looking through the doors so we moved to a different part of the theatre.”

“Did she see you guys?” Kyle pitched in.

"Probably through the door but not where we went."

"Including Junior?" Nica asked, panicked.

"Yeah… Why?"

"Right. Junior, I think you need to head back here. If Tiffany saw you it's only a matter of time before she or Chucky come after you again."

"But surely they would be after all of us?" Junior questioned in return.

"Not Tiffany. Listen, above anything else she is possessive. She was going to leave Devon in that house but she took you with her. In her mind, the others aren't a priority but you are and she will try and 'steal you back' the first chance she gets which is why you need to get away before she finds you."

"How do you know that is what she'll do?"

"I can explain it more later but right now I just need you to trust me." Nica looked back and forth between the two other adults in the room, a silent plea for them to do the same. Which they did, they could see from the panic in Nica's eyes that she was speaking from experience, even if they didn't know the details of it.

"Okay, here's the plan," Kyle began, taking charge. "Kids, are you safe where you are right now?"

"Yeah, we're safe." Devon responded.

"Junior you and Caroline, if possible, I'll pick you up and bring you back to the house now. You other three, stay where you are, Andy and I will come to meet you once Junior and Caroline are back here. Are you okay with that, Nica?"

"Yeah, I'll be okay with that. As long as there's no blood I should be fine."

"Got it, call us again when you're here and we'll meet you outside."

Five minutes had now passed and Kyle had left to meet the kids, leaving Andy and Nica at the Wheeler's house. Andy then turned to Nica to see her lost in thought.

"Hey," he spoke softly, causing her to face him. "Are you feeling alright?"

"Yeah, I'm fine." She sighed before continuing, "I just hate the idea of the kids being on their own. What about you?"

"What?"

"How are you doing? You seemed off after the Chucky incident."

Andy was taken aback, he knew Nica was smart. She would've had to have been to survive Chucky on her own, but how observant she was had already managed to surprise him even in the short time since they had formerly met. Either that or he was just ridiculously transparent.

"I- he didn't try to hurt you or anything did he?" Her voice brought Andy out of his thoughts again.

"No, there was nothing like that. He just liked bringing up Harrogate."

Nica gave a small nod, "I am sorry about that, I know it was Chucky in control but-"

"No, you don't need to apologise. Honestly, I'm the one that owes you an apology."

"I… don't understand."

Andy took a deep breath, preparing to admit the truth. He knew he had to tell her now. The longer it was left, the worse it would seem, or even worse, she would hear it from Chucky. He was terrified that telling her would mean she would never trust him, which he believed he deserved, but he had to do it. She deserved to know.

"I had managed to smuggle a gun into Harrogate and when Chucky got to me I, uh I took a shot at you."

Once again, he couldn't look at her after admitting it, he kept his eyes glued to the floor as Nica remained quiet, slowly processing what she had just been told. "I would have killed you if the gun hadn't jammed. I'm so sorry and I get it if you don't tr-"

"Andy. I'm not mad about it, you were trying to stop Chucky. You didn't know I was still in there too."

"That's the problem, I wasn't thinking about any of that, my only thought was getting rid of another Chucky and I almost killed you because of it!"

"I wouldn't have cared." Nica admitted in a small voice.

Andy looked at her then, prepared to start telling her that she didn't need to say things to spare his feelings but one look at her and he could see she meant it. She now had a hesitant look on her face, as if she contemplated whether to continue or stay quiet before reaching for her left sleeve with a now shaking hand. She took a final deep breath and rolled her sleeve up, revealing the still healing wound that went down her left wrist.

Andy felt his heart sink as he saw it, not even sure of how to respond.

"When…?"

"My first day at Harrogate. Tiffany visited and told me about Alice. Since they had got me thinking Chucky wasn't real, I believed it was my fault." Nica explained, her voice breaking at the end.

Andy kept his eyes focused on her and saw a few tears escape her eyes, which she quickly wiped away.

"It wasn't your fault."

"I know that." She said quickly, continuing to stare straight ahead.

"I know, but I also know that doesn't stop the guilt. Although it can help more if you hear it from someone else?"

With that, Nica sniffed once and dared to look over at him with a small smile. "It does."

"You're gonna be alright now though? You don't…. Feel like that anymore."

Nica thought for a second, having people question how she felt was something she had grown used to but this was the first time in a long time that someone ment it, and she could tell.

"No, not anymore."

"Okay. But if you do, you know you can talk to me? I can't promise I'll know how to help but I'll do my best. Or even if you don't feel like that, just if you want to talk."

Nica couldn't help but smile more, "I do, and I will."

Andy returned her smile with his own, relieved that he may finally be able to help her when the sound of his phone ringing interrupted the moment.

"Yeah?" Andy began, having answered the phone.

"I'm on my way back," Kyle spoke over the phone. "Junior and Caroline are with me, the others are staying hidden till we get there."

"Right, see you soon."

He hung up the phone and turned back to Nica who was now pulling the sleeve back down to cover the wound. She looked up to see him watching before she hesitantly asked. "Um, what I told you. Can we-"

"Keep it between us?"

She nodded.

"Yeah, the same with what I said."

"If anyone asks, the whole conversation never happened. Deal?"

"Deal."

#chucky #chucky 2021 #child's play #chucky syfy #junior wheeler #jake wheeler #devon evans #lexy cross #caroline cross #andy barclay #nica pierce #kyle simpson #tiffany valentine #charles lee ray #barclaypierce #chucky fanfiction #Strangeness and Charm

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Fixing Something

Eric had been gearing himself up for this all day. Finally he knew he couldn't avoid it, so he approached and cleared his throat to get the other soldier's attention. “I need to speak with you, Lieutenant.” Kolchek acknowledged this with a nod and followed Eric over to where they had some semblance of privacy.

“What can I do for you, Colonel?”

“How much experience do you have with cleaning and dressing wounds?”

“Not much,” the lieutenant admitted. “We all got a bit, but Joey knew the most.” Kolchek's expression turned somber as he remembered his fallen comrade. He tilted his head to the side as if listening to something. “I'll do my best,” he promised.

Eric was a little stunned that he didn't have to explain why he was asking. He was grateful, though, and the two found a spot that was out of the way. Eric gave a run-down of what was needed: clean water, soap, gauze or a clean cloth, moisturizer (though he was not very optimistic about that one). While Kolchek was procuring the items, Eric set about removing the prosthesis. The skin where his residual limb fit into the prosthesis didn't look too bad from this angle.

“I got most of it,�� Kolchek announced, setting everything down so Eric could look. “They asked me why I wanted this shit, and I told them to shove it up their ass.”

“They must love you,” Eric commented wryly. That got Kolchek to let out a soft snort. Eric surveyed what the lieutenant brought: no moisturizer, of course, but everything else looked right. “Good job, Lieutenant. Thank you. Can you give me an assessment on the limb?”

“I'd say that after fallin' twenty-somethin' feet down, runnin' all over an ancient temple, climbing through a fuckin' alien ark, and all the other bullshit we did, it looks pretty good. It's irritated and you mighta scraped the skin off in places. The fall might've fucked up your prosthesis so it didn't sit right on ya.”

“I noticed,” Eric assured him. He had to readjust it more than once during their journey. He would have to bring it up to CENTCOM if this quarantine lasted much longer. “Could you do the limb? I'll clean the prosthesis and we can get this done quickly.” Kolchek nodded and the two washed their hands before setting to work.

It was a little strange having someone help him with this; Eric had gotten used to doing it all by himself. Maybe it was a sign of just how done he was with this day that none of the old shame and embarrassment stirred. A year late and a wife short, he thought, heart sinking.

“I hear you thinkin',” Kolchek spoke up suddenly.

“The last person who did this for me was Rachel,” Eric confided.

“But you couldn't ask her or Nicky,” Kolchek continued for him. “Why pick me? Wanted a one-on-one disciplinary meeting?” It took Eric a moment to realize Kolchek was referring to when he disobeyed Eric's orders and gone after the Iraqi soldier.

“I'm not putting anything in your file about that. What you did was brave, worthy of commendation.” Kolchek said nothing, seemingly focused on cleaning Eric's limb. “Is CENTCOM giving you trouble for it?”

“Ever since they picked us up it's been 'why did you team up with an enemy soldier, why did you go back for him?'” Kolchek did a decent imitation of the hazmat suits' voices. “They’re tryin’ to get me to admit somethin’.”

“You had to know how it would look,” Eric reasoned. He had been so shocked at the time that Kolchek would choose to go back down into the vault. If Kolchek had died, he would have done so trying to save the “enemy”; Eric and the others probably would have painted the death as something else to avoid what Kolchek was experiencing now. He had risked his career and his life for Salim without a moment’s hesitation.

“You're all cleaned up,” Kolchek announced. He frowned and gave Eric a look. “Your brain's tickin' away again.”

“Next time CENTCOM brings Salim up, send them to me. I don't take well to the integrity and bravery of my men being questioned.” Kolchek blinked a few times as he processed this.

“Thanks, Eric,” he managed. Eric answered with a little smile. It wasn't much, but at least he could fix something.

#jason kolchek #eric king #house of ashes

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mammonprotectionsquad · 7 months

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It is currently 2am and this is actually something that happened today. So didn't proof read it because it's just a little rambled something to work through it in a way, I guess. Aka this is pretty much a self insert

The past couple of weeks had already been a whirlwind and stressful to no end. But life really had to one up itself all the time, huh?

You had a rather blank expression when you got home, doing everything on autopilot. And of course it didn't go by unnoticed by your boyfriend. He was used to hearing you announce yourself with a "I'm hooome!" so you being quiet, only accompanied by the door closing before shoes got unceremoniously dropped to the floor was uncharacteristic.

It didn't take long until Vanderwood stood in the doorframe, arms crossed and brows furrowed as he took in your appearance.

"What happened?"

You remained quiet for a moment, still trying to sort out your thoughts. Though at the same time you shuffled closer, until you were able to lean into his chest. His embrace comforting you in a way you hadn't noticed you needed up until that point.

"I told you about the friends group I had a falling out with 3 years ago, because of some shit my ex best friend pulled, right?" Vanderwood hummed on confirmation, so you continued. "Well... It seems that one of them died yesterday. Don't know how or any specifics. I only know because the one person from that group I'm still in contact with made a rest in peace post about him."

"... Are you okay?"

"I don't know."

You let out a long sigh, tilting your head back far enough to be able to look up at him and when he reached out to gently brush a strand of hair out of your face and behind your ear, you leaned into the touch.

"If I'm being honest, I don't feel much. He definitely didn't deserve whatever happened, he wasn't a bad guy. I mainly feel bad for his son now, because they were always, really close. Not other than that? I don't know... It's just weird to think he's gone now and also not knowing what happened."

"You weren't in contact for a couple years anymore, so it's not that surprising. Also, no. I know what you're thinking and it doesn't make you a bad person."

"But-"

"No but. It's okay to not be deeply affected by it."

"If you say so..."

For a while the two of you remained standing in the hallway in a comfortable silence. The brunette rubbing soothing circles into your back as you tried to make sense of your scrambled thoughts. Maybe he did have a point. Did you feel bad for him and everyone affected? Of course you did! But that didn't mean you had to cry your eyes out. Especially after distancing yourself so much from those people had significantly helped bettering your mental health again. It was okay to not be overly sad.

"Doing better now?"

"Hmm... Thanks for always listening to my bullshit."

Instead of getting an answer, you got hoisted up over his shoulder, followed by a pinch to your thigh, which made you yelp in surprise.

"Hey! What was that for now?"

"You know what that was for."

The usual playful bickering between you two helped ease the remaining tension out of your body and while you got carried into the kitchen, you couldn't help but think once again just how lucky you were to have that man in your life.

#mystic messenger #mysme #vanderwood #mystic messenger vanderwood #mysme vanderwood #mystic messenger reader insert #mystic messenger fanfic #mystic messenger oneshot #Vanderwood x mc #my writing

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jhsplus · 1 year

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looking out for you

— summary ; an ex lover should always stay an ex lover, but this girl just can’t seem to let him or his present lovers go, and neither can they.

— pairing ; idol!bts x idol!oc

— genre ; fluff, most definitely angst, poly!au, romance, idol!au, exes to friends to lovers!au

— word count ; 3k

— warnings ; subtle mention of alcoholism and drugs addiction, mention of negative past (neglect, self-raising), mention of death of drugs

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WHO IS KANG AERIS?

On June 11th, 2015, Kang Aeris, a female trainee of Linear Enterprises, a company dedicated to shine the spotlight on talented individuals and groups both young and old, debuted with her best friend of three of five of her trainee years.

Kang aspires to be the reason youngsters choose to believe in something they lost hope in. She, alongside Hyun Jang-Mi, “hope to provide a sanctuary, a safe place, for those who need it. We cannot be there in person for them, but we hope to be there for them through our songs, a sort of… communication from one person to another.”

—Quoted from June 27th, 2017 during an interview found here: www.koreaboo

Kang Aeris was found to be battling with her own mental health after confessing to thousands of fans on her Instagram live (from December 12th, 2017) that she faced many hardships growing up. She revealed to have a guardian, and not parents as they refused to take responsibility for their actions and for their children’s childhood. Kang had also said that there were many times when her father would be present and sober, but he would fall victim to drugs and alcohol once again while her mother was diagnosed with Bipolar and Schizophrenia, making her extremely difficult to deal with and therefore she was found to have died by an overdose of heroin. Her father died of liver, heart and kidney failure as his toxic drinking (and drug) habits finally caught up him. That left Kang in a very awkward situation: what would happen to her and her siblings? The order of the siblings from first to last born: Jae-hee (f), Aeris (f), Lilly (f), Hyeon (m), Hye-sook (m) and Iseul (f). The idol was left to fend for herself and her siblings.

Due to Kang’s refusal of the continuation of detail from her childhood, no other confirmed allegations have been brought up since her physical argument with a saesang, who overstepped her boundaries and was put to the floor after making an inappropriate comment to her face. The saesang was announced to have been fine, only being bruised around the eye, a broken nose and a fractured wrist. She herself had a lot to say about the damage done to her, a lot of which we will not be able to disclose due to the inappropriate language used. But, who’s with me when I say I was rooting for Kang? ‘Cause damn! That woman may only be 5’5” but she has some strength.

Kang Aeris was born October 31st, 1997 and, with photographic evidence, was proved to have attended the same school and class as BTS’ Jeon Jungkook, and even dated him before his debut! It was said that the two were very close but when Jeon continued his path to a bright future of an idol career, the two grew apart, petty arguments aroused frequently — whether at school or on a day outisde of school —, they barely showed affection and the cherry on top: Jeon had fallen in love with his older hyungs, who he is now in a happily committed relationship with — yes, all seven of the BTS members are dating!

Kang’s management confirmed in the early days of July that she had not dated anyone since their breakup, causing rumours to arise between the two old lovers.

To read more on our star of the week, the link below will direct you to our main website, where we reveal the juiciest, the thickest secrets of our beloved idols!

—Article 382, IdolFind

Jang-Mi being angry was an understatement. “What absolute bullshit!” She yelled over the phone. “I can’t believe them right now! You’re in Seoul, without me, and the public are gonna start on you, I just know it!”

Aeris stayed quiet for a second before deciding her next words carefully. “I’ll be okay, Mimi. I have security, and it’s only the MAMA’s, so it’ll be packed with idols so fans, saesangs and the public can’t get to me.” She explained. “They won’t even be able to reach me on stage.” Her eyes flickered to the window that displayed a clear, beautiful view of a sunset over the large city of Seoul. “Plus, you’ll be here soon anyways.”

“Mhm.” She replied. “Sure, sure, and why don’t we just throw in the fact that BTS are gonna be there too!” Jang-Mi was protective over her maknae, and refused any type of harm to touch her because they had a sister-type bond, nothing more, nothing less. “Rumours are gonna spread the second you walk in after them, I can guarantee that.” She huffed, “Just like the moment me and Eloise met in France, and suddenly everyone was all over us.”

Aeris chuckled. “But you two are actually dating, and Jungguk… well—”

“Don’t you dare finish that sentence because I know you’re acting in the heat of the moment and rethinking everything. Don’t, cheonsa, please don’t do this to yourself. Not again.” Jang-Mi pleaded, voice stuttering with emotion. She sounded like she was going to cry, and Aeris couldn’t blame her. The last time Aeris thought of Jungkook in that particular way, it wasn’t pretty; she became depressive, rarely responded to her older sister and Jang-Mi alike, until she ended up attempting a threat on her life. That attempt was painful, and Aeris was in mental pain whenever she thought of it, she could still feel certain parts of her body shaking with spilling blood and the pain—

“I have to go, cheonsa.” Jang-Mi said, disappointment clear in her voice. She sighed into the receiver and the two said their goodbyes, both wanting to stay on longer, but Aeris needed to get dressed and ready while Jang-Mi was still on her way from the airport, having to get dressed in the limousine on the way. “I’m on my way, so sit tight, yeah? I’ll be with you soon.”

After her best friend hung up, all the lonely woman could do was gaze and admire the sun setting beneath to buildings in the distance, small rays making their way in between the tall structures. Clouds slowly drifted past as the different light shades of the horizon turned darker with the passing time. Before she knew it, an hour had passed and she had two hours before having to make attendance at the award show.

She stood up from the bed, shaking her head lightly to get rid of her sudden dizziness as the door opened, revealing her two other members, make up and clothing artists and her manager. They clustered into the room with a trolly containing their accessories for the night.

“Okay, girls,” Su-Yeon, their manager, started, gesturing for the the three of them to crowd around her, “tonight will be a bit difficult to comprehend but I’ll make sure to explain it while you get ready and again on the way, yeah?” She looked between the girls and they nodded with determined smiles. “Okay, good plan. Now, go.” She responded with a smile of her own as the girls were ushered to their own small station by their team to get them ready.

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Jang-Mi swiftly closed the door behind her and the car took off almost instantly. “What a call, am I right?” She laughed, and Victoria shook her head at her.

“You’re lucky,” the latter started, “we almost left without you, dodo.”

The former frowned playfully, “I love you too, itty bitty titty vicci.” It was her time to smirk as the woman in question choked on her spit.

Mabel and Aeris shared a look of amusement before chuckling together. The two maknaes were close, but not as close as Aeris was to Jang-Mi as the two of them had trained together for three years. Mabel was closer to Victoria as they shared many interests and factors and enjoyed each other’s company quite frequently, whether it was going for a walk, reading together, dancing, producing or vocal practice, they did it together. Their bond was almost as powerful as Jang-Mi and Aeris’, who instantly hit it off the second they met.

Aeris leaned against Mabel’s shoulder, the older woman softly dropping her head on top. She loved moments like these: Victoria and Jang-Mi playfully arguing while she and Mabel sat back and watched it happen. Moments like those helped her stay calm and relaxed, and she needed all the calming sentiments as possible because MAMA was a big deal for her. Ever since the MAMA’s were created, Aeris was interested. She wanted to do what the artists did, she wanted to sing and dance and perform for thousands, if not millions.

A dream, she called it.

A moneymaker, her parents called it.

She didn’t care about them, though. They did nothing to help her raise herself and her siblings, they didn’t care about any of them because if they did then they wouldn’t have done what they had. She almost felt bad whenever she thinks of the fate they came to be; ashes in an urn, to which no one visits.

Aeris closed her eyes, trying to calm her nerves when the weight of Mabel’s head on her own was lifted and her shoulder suddenly disappeared. She peeped an eye open and there sat Jang-Mi in all her glory, smoothing down her hair before replacing Mabel’s old position. “You okay, bubs?” The elder asked. She received a quiet hum. “Just focus on your breathing.” She whispered, “Suyeon-ssi is going to explain tonight’s plan and I’ll tell you when we’re seated, yeah?” Another quiet, but hesitant hum.

The rapper smiled, before leaning the side of her head on Aeris’, ready to listen to her manager. Victoria and Mabel sat with no spare space between them. They’re like each other’s anchor, Suyeon mused to herself.

The manager cleared her throat. “Now, when we get there, we need big smiles, teeth and even gums if possible. I’m looking at you, Mabel.”

Mabel grinned in response.

“Victoria, you’re the leader, therefore, you’ll be getting out first and it will be absolutely packed — I spoke to Daniel about it, it’s pretty chaotic. You need to make sure these three don’t go wandering, but whatever you do, stick together as much as possible, okay?”

Victoria nodded sternly.

Suyeon turned to Jang-Mi, who immediately perked up, but not enough to disturb her occupied best friend. “Jang-Mi, it is important for you to stay by Aeris’ side all night, okay? If she goes to the bathroom, so do you. If she wants to speak to another group, so do you. If she does absolutely anything, you need to be there as well.” The bleached-blonde shook her head in agreement. “We can’t risk the paparazzi or saesangs getting sight of her. She won’t be able to handle them on her own.”

Jang-Mi smiled, looking down at her maknae. “I’ll make sure of it.”

“Great.” Suyeon turned to stare out the window as car came to a slow stop. The flashing and shuttering of the cameras awoke Aeris as she sat up and prepared herself for the worst, mind still slightly foggy from her short trance. She busied herself with preparation of checking up on her make-up and smoothing down the creases in her clothing.

“Oh, and Jang-Mi?” Suyeon asked, opening the door and allowing Victoria to step out, Mabel following.

“Keep her far away from Jeon.”

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The venue sparkled and shimmered with circling bright lights. Idols from varieties of different groups, and soloists, were crammed into the bottom, near the centre stage as fans of many surrounded the upslope sides, lights sticks raised and waving.

Jang-Mi held tightly onto Aeris’s hand as they walked down the steps, the two girls in sync with the others movements. Victoria led the way, manoeuvring past different people and seatings to find their own space. Luckily, it wasn’t too far from the stage, and therefore, it would be a lot easier access to backstage to get ready before they performed. Aeris scanned the area, a breath of relief escaped her when she realised she was out of the clear and confidence striking her as the coast, she deemed, was clear.

They reached their assigned seating. With twenty or so minutes to spare and the camera’s already rolling, the four of them decided to chatter amongst themselves.

“What… is your biggest flaw?” Mabel dragged out, her chin rested on her open palm as she awaited an answer. Victoria instantly shot up. “Go on.”

Victoria cleared her throat. “Forgetfulness.” She answered proudly. Jang-Mi scoffed. The younger of the two held a sharp look. “What?”

Jang-Mi chuckled. “Don’t worry.”

“No, no. I will worry. Tell me.”

“Share with the group!” Mabel clapped excitedly, a large smile on her lips.

Jang-Mi shared a look with Aeris, who raised an eyebrow with a smirk. The latter turned to Victoria. “Forgetfulness, sure, but you’re forgetting your Egoism.” She leaned back onto the palm of her hands as her best friend placed a hand on her thigh, the placement just above her knee.

Mabel laughed. “My flaw is I have no flaws.” She flipped her long hair back over her shoulder.

“I refuse to believe that.” Jang-Mi scoffed again.

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Jungkook couldn’t keep his eyes off of her. They wandered from her face, to her crossed legs and to her boot-clad feet. She was still as beautiful as the day he left her. Fingers appeared in front of his vision, blocking and blurring Aeris’ figure. It was Jimin. His hyung looked at him in concern.

“What’s wrong, kook?” He asked, his hand coming up to rub Jungkook’s bicep soothingly.

“It’s nothing, hyung.” The maknae’s eyes rotated away from his lover to the woman sitting there, legs still crossed, still leaning on her arms. Her smirk was gone but she was laughing. What he would do just to hear her beautiful laughter again.

Jimin’s eyebrows furrowed, following his eye line to see his younger lover’s first love. His heart dropped. If she was here, then rumours will arise, especially with himself and his partners seated so close to hers. Jimin watched as Aeris threw her head back and laughed at something one of her band mates had said. A smile appeared on her face, and he himself couldn’t help the upward twitch of his own lips. He bit his lips to stop his smile, turning around to the others and leaving Jungkook to stare.

Seokjin, Yoongi and Hoseok were conversing about what take-out they wanted after the group got back to their hotel while Namjoon and Taehyung admired the lights and staging. Jimin’s worry only worsened when he realised Jungkook was still gazing at her, his facial features relaxed and adoring.

What he would do to see him not stare at her like that.

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The dress change had been very quick, along with the make up and hair. Microphones were removed from them the second they finished their routine and disappeared off-stage.

It had been exhilarating.

The four women were released from back stage and made their way back to their seating arrangement. Mabel and Aeris fell behind Victoria and Jang-Mi, who conversed and poked fun at one another, like sisters (just less violent). Aeris smiled unconsciously.

“You did good out there, you know?” Mabel said softly, looking at her maknae with something she wasn’t able to identify.

She nodded slowly, exhaling. “You did too, SB.”

“You didn’t just call me that.” Mabel scoffed in disbelief. They walked past a couple girl groups on their way. “I thought we dropped that.”

Aeris smirked, shaking her head. “Definitely not, it was too good to pass up.” As Mabel went to rant about how she did actually know how to cook smoked bacon properly, and almost burning down the dorms wasn’t entirely her fault, but Jang-Mi’s as well, she locked eyes with brown.

A man. A man she knew all too well.

Min Yoongi, present lover of her past lover.

His feline eyes softened a smidge, before hardening as he stared her down. Her breath had been stolen as she ambled past with Mabel droning on. The second they walked past, she could still feel his eyes on her back, burning through her clothing, through the skin on her back and into her soul.

Aeris inhaled deeply, eyes widened as she moved on. She hadn’t recovered, despite her putting on a mask of calmness, as she sat down. Her eyes scanned the stage, bright lights invading her clear view as another group performed. She dared to glance his way, only to see him leaning forward, elbows rested on his knees, hands lazily clasped between the space, his eyes on her every move. Her eyes averted. Her breath quickened.

“Why is so he so beautiful, but so damn scary.”

“Did you say something, bubs?” Jang-Mi looked over at her, eyebrow raised. Aeris’ eyes met hers as she immediately composed herself. She nodded hurriedly, a sudden yawn escaping her mouth. Her hand moved to cover her action.

“Yeah.” She mumbled, tired, and longing to go back to the hotel and sleep everything off.

Jang-Mi shrugged, nodding. “If you say so.” Yet, her suspicions were hidden, she turned around to continue watching the other two interact, eyes glancing between them and the sight of her frizzled friend.

Hello Hello! :D

I just wanted to quickly say that this is a draft of something I started almost forever ago and I wanted to alter it and work with it as much as possible, so it wouldn’t go to total waste.

If so, I am considering converting it to an ‘x reader’ instead of an original character. Although, I haven’t decided yet and even then it would take a lot to turn a new page and avert everything to something like that. It’s still in considering, though.

I also just wanted to say I have no update schedule and such cause I’m going to be very busy with counselling and personal as such things. I will update whenever can. Hopefully soon though, because I quite like what I’m doing with this work.

But, anyways,

until next time, my loves <3

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ninja-go-to-therapy · 1 year

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Dismantled Chapter 4

AO3

yippee the Slipping stage begins :D

Trigger Warnings: brief mentions of malnourishment, dehydration, and suicidal ideation. Self-deprecation, infantilization, and mentions of violence/gore/injuries. Overall creepy whumper.

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It had been a few days. He didn’t know how many, exactly, but — but it must have been somewhere between five or six. With no window, ergo, no natural light, he had nothing to go off of other than the meals he was provided with.

Despite the somehow persistent emptiness of his stomach, he dreaded meal-time. Exposure did not make it easier to be spoon-fed like a… like an old person on their deathbed, he pointedly decided.

He sighed, shifting slightly in his ever-present prison. His captor had told him this… morning? That if he “continued to be good”, he would be allowed release from it when he returned. Donnie had just stared numbly at the ceiling, wondering if he did so long enough if he would wake up from this living nightmare. He hadn’t answered. It hadn’t been a question.

His body ached from its forced inactivity.

The last thing he could remember before all of this was working at Todd’s place, surrounded by literal puppies and rainbows… and the most delicious ice-cold lemonade he’d ever tasted. What had happened in those missing hours that had landed him here?

God, he missed that lemonade.

Every so often, in between the bouts of silence that made him want to scream (he’d tried, once or twice. It had only resulted in his throat becoming sore), he would hear something, little tricks being played on his ears — likely the house settling, or worse, his mind simply beginning to break — and he’d brace himself for his immediate rescue.

The rescue still hadn’t come. Were they even coming at all? For all he knew, his death could have been faked, or his family’s memory of him could have been magically erased or some shit, or… with mystic mumbo jumbo, the possibilities were literally limitless. If he hadn’t wasted all his tears crying for his father in what he told himself was the dead of night, maybe that fact would have elicited more.

He needed to face the facts. He needed to get through the front door by himself.

If the yokai kept his word (which Donnie found highly unlikely, but it was worth a shot), he’d be totally home free. Then he could lug ass home, probably get VIP treatment for a couple weeks if he milked it, and potentially develop some form of bio-tech he could implant in his brain to ensure he was never violated like this again.

All in a day’s work.

That same light knock that could have been pounds directly against his skull rang on his door. The yokai entered (ever the respect for an answer, this guy), no food to accompany him this time. Donnie was almost a little grateful. If he was spoon-fed one more time, he was going to smite a bitch.

“Alright, let’s get you up, sunshine.” the yokai announced, and holy shit he’d actually be able to move again. “You’re going to be good, right? You know I don’t enjoy punishing you.”

Donnie was pretty sure this guy lived to quote unquote punish him. But, well, bringing that up would be quote unquote backtalk, now wouldn’t it?

“Sure,” he said through gritted teeth.

Miraculously, that seemed to be enough for the guy. Ha, any actual parent would see through that bullshit in half a second flat.

Pops could always tell when he was just saying shit. When they… actually talked, that is. And when the shit he was spouting involved Splinter himself.

Okay, it wasn’t like his father was the best parent in the universe, but he was trying. Plus it didn’t hurt that he, you know, didn’t kidnap his children. For fuck’s sake, God must have had a vendetta against this fucking family.

The yokai, far from the first time, was invading his personal bubble, hands working at the mess of blankets that had ensnared Donnie since he’d first woken up here. He held his breath, gnawing on the inside of his cheek. He could barely stand his own brothers to be too close to him if he wasn’t vibing with it. But he could stand this if he meant he could move again. He just needed to hurry the fuck up.

And then, finally, the bundle came away, and there was a blissful absolutely nothing pressing down on every inch of his body. He wiggled his fingers, giddy to feel them moving through pure, open air instead of that hellish mound of fluff.

The door to his room was open.

He sprang up from the bed, which turned out not to be his wisest decision of the day. His vision blurred, and his legs, out of use, buckled, and he crashed to the carpeted floor. His head spun viciously. How malnourished, how dehydrated was he? That he just lay sprawled across the ground, unable to pick himself up?

Frustration clawed at him, and if he were more in tune with his emotions, he may have started crying. He wasn’t going to, though. Not in front of him. Despite how helpless he felt right now. Despite the fact that he was just a kid, despite him just wanting to go home, to be wrapped in the arms of his family, of his actual father.

Why wouldn’t his legs work? Why couldn’t he stand? If he couldn’t do so much as get through a door by himself, maybe this dude had a point in treating him like an incapable little—

There were hands lifting him, righting his body. He just let it happen, numb to the sensation. Breathing didn’t taste right. Fuck.

His legs were made of pins and needles, and he could do nothing but sit there, waiting for the pain to die. He kind of wanted to die. It should have occurred to him that of course he couldn’t use his legs after such a period of complete and utter inactivity. He should have waited. He should have used his only actual attribute, his goddam brain, and thought about this before he ruined his only chance of escape and—

“—ple? Are you alright?”

He hadn’t even heard the man over the ringing in his ears.

“What?” He asked numbly, unseeing eyes burning with his sudden inability to blink.

“Are you hurt?”

He was dying. “I’m fine.”

His captor sighed. “You nearly hurt yourself. You can’t go over-exerting yourself like that. It’s my fault, really. I should have helped you up.”

They sat in silence for a long time. It was Donnie’s turn to say something, but there was a lump in his throat, blocking the path from his vocal chords to his mouth. He couldn’t find it in him to say another word to this man, whether he wanted to or not. What would be the point? He would just belittle him, maybe give a vague, half-baked answer that told him nothing. Donnie couldn’t find a single ounce of energy in his body that wanted to devote itself to speaking, and so he stayed silent, unsure what exactly his watery eyes were a result of.

In a ridiculous and illogical moment of doubt, he wondered if Splinter had even yet noticed he was gone.

Of course he had. Of course he knew one of his sons was missing. Of course he was putting everything he had into finding him. Of course he was.

Donnie wasn’t thinking about the nine months Splinter had once gone without speaking to him at all. Fuck, that was enough time to have a kid, nevermind bond with the one you were already neglecting.

Shit. Shit. Shit. Not thinking about it.

Pops was so much better than he used to be. He talked to them, he was around, he — he didn’t just — stop thinking about it.

He needed something to distract himself before he spiraled. Ordinarily this was when he would throw himself into his work, or, if he was feeling up to it, initiate some “bro-time” with one of his brothers.

In this case, neither were an option.

“Do you know why I’m taking care of you?” His captor asked unpromptedly, and were Donnie in the talking mood, he would have taken his pick between a plethora of rude, sarcastic responses. It was probably a good thing he wasn’t in the talking mood.

Taking his silence as a prompt to continue, the man settled on the floor next to him, like… like… ugh.

Donnie shifted subtly away from him, allowing himself to lean against the wooden frame of the bed. It pushed against his shell, and he couldn’t help the instinctive hiss that escaped his throat. He’d nearly forgotten about the nearly-healed wounds, gouged deep into his shell by the Shredder.

The reaction didn’t go unnoticed.

“How did you get those wounds?” he asked, “a fight? Something your brothers walked away from without so much as a scratch?”

His brothers had gotten scratches. Shredder had been brutal, a vessel of absolute violence. If Leo hadn’t somehow managed that agreement with Big Mama… he didn’t even want to think about it.

He hadn’t been the only one physically affected by the fight. They just… hadn’t gotten the sort of injuries Donnie had. But it wasn’t because he was weaker than they were. They all had different strengths. He knew that.

“I want you to be safe. Your soft shell makes you fundamentally more of a target than your brothers. They have built in armor on their bodies. And I know, I know, you’re a smart boy — brilliant, really — you built yourself a battle shell,” he said it with an awe that Donnie suspected was somewhat mocking. “But clearly… it doesn’t always work so well. It’s too easy for bad guys to just… slice. Right. Through. Your. Flesh,” he emphasized, demonstratively dragging his claws down Donnie’s arm.

He grit his teeth, breathing heavily through his nose. He didn’t like being touched. He didn’t want to be touched. He wanted to go home and shower in scalding hot water and scrub until every last skin cell on his body hadn’t been present for this nightmare of an experience.

Why me? He wanted to ask, the words never managing to make it past the growing lump lodged in his esophagus.

“You’ll understand when you’re older, little one.”

He wanted to fucking scream. He wasn’t little. He wasn’t little.

He wouldn’t understand, not fucking ever. He didn’t want to. What did it take to make someone think it was okay to just — just illegally adopt a guy? Weren’t most cases of that sort involving women and infants, anyway? It didn’t make sense.

Up until this, the fight with Shredder may well have been the most scared he’d ever felt. It had all seemed hopeless enough when it was only Draxum wielding the armor, practically untouchable and nearly crushing Donnie — and his brothers — on more than one occasion.

And then they’d freed the literal monster within.

The worst fight of their collective lives, undoubtedly. But they’d made it out, gone home, and holed up in front of the TV for the next five to seven business days. Despite his own injuries, Papa had taken care of them for those few days, to the best of his ability at least, and had apologized again and again for everything under the sun.

Splinter was a good dad. This asshole couldn’t take that away, no matter what he did.

Now, if he’d gotten hold of Donnie a mere few months ago… when he had been in a slightly more vulnerable place… when Splinter still didn’t talk to him. When he had to scream for any bit of attention from his father. When he was so, so tired of being shut down by his papa all the time. Maybe, had he been snatched up then, Donnie could have potentially fallen under this guy’s spell. But that was in the past. It’s not like it affected him anymore. It’s not like he mourned that his first real positive parental reinforcement had come from someone that was just using him.

It’s not like he mourned how the first time in his life that Splinter had told him he was proud of him had been so recently. How he had never gotten the relationship he so desperately craved with his dad, even now.

Nearly 15 years old and most of them spent longing for a father that knew his goddamn name.

In a moment of terrifying resentment, Donnie almost wanted to acknowledge this man as his father solely to spite his real one.

The thought immediately made him ill. Why had he thought that? Why had he even considered that? What was wrong with him?

And — and why was this guy still here? Any normal parent would just leave a kid alone when they were clearly exhibiting — whatever it was that was making Donnie want to rip his nonexistent hair out.

He wanted to be alone. He wanted to go home. He wanted a dad that gave him the time of fucking day. He wanted to be alone. But the thought of this room being empty, dead silent save for his own inconsistent, shaky breathing, only served to bring further dread to him.

He dug his fingers into the carpet, desperately trying to ground himself.

He was spiraling. He knew he was spiraling. But god fucking dammit, he couldn’t find a way to stop.

His brothers were coming for him. They were. Eventually. He would psychoanaluze his daddy issues when he was back home and not at the mercy of some guy who treated him like a mutt he’d saved from off the street. Who seemed to genuinely want him. Safe.

Jesus Christ, this was why he was the science guy. Emotions were stupid and conflicting and complicated, and they were going to fuck—screw—him over if he focused on them.

He needed to bury his — eugh — emotions deep down, somewhere he could dig them up later, when he could afford to. He wished he could bury himself down in his shell, like his brothers could. But he couldn’t. Because he wasn’t quite like them.

He dug his fingers further into the carpet.

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28, 35

28. Are they jealous/possessive of each other?

Eric, moreso than Donna. It stems from his insecurities about his self-worth and deserving her.

In S1xE20 "A New Hope", Eric is possessive of Donna when she starts spending more time with their old friend David Milbank. He ends up confronting David about this, upsetting Donna. Even though it is ultimately revealed that David did have romantic interest in Donna, Donna was hurt and disappointed in Eric's jealous actions and says,

"You know what Eric? You don't trust me and you don't respect me,"

before storming off. That was intended to be the S1 finale - which explains the weird cliffhanger we got with Eric and Donna. How that storyline would have ultimately been resolved, we will never know. But this is a conflict that continues to crop up for Eric and Donna throughout the show - Eric being possessive, and Donna needing to push back or assert her boundaries with him. To Eric's credit, after he screws up, he mostly listens to her and learns from his mistakes.

In S2xE26 "Moon Over Point Place", Eric doesn't like that Donna's shown her ass in the yearbook. It's a whole thing. He's worried that "once the guys with the firebirds see it, they're gonna totally want you". Donna assured him that other people finding her attractive won’t change her loyalty to him.

In S3xE14 "Radio Daze", Donna gets a new job at the radio station and he's bothered that it cuts into her "Eric time". He's also (rightfully) hurt that she announces on the radio that she doesn't have a boyfriend. Donna has to have a conversation with him reminding him about her priorities, and that she has things that are important to her outside of their relationship.

Eric's behavior contributed a lot to their break-up in the season 3 finale, and that was a catalyst for change for the character in many ways. He's better, moving forward. But even in the second half of the series, Eric's possessive behavior slips through at times. Like during the Mitch storyline in season 6 when he forbids Donna from going to the wedding with Mitch as friends, and then shows up at the wedding to "make sure Mitch keeps his tiny little doll hands to himself".

Donna isn't really possessive. Like in S3xE15 "Donna's Panties", she didn't mind Eric and Shelly being lab partners and working together. She trusts Eric.

Although, when she thought Shelly had messed around with her boyfriend at the end of that episode she was ready to throw hands in the middle of The Hub. 🤣 She also called the girl Eric danced with at the Pricemart Ball (Connie) a "Skank", and called the girl who sells Slurpees who Eric went on a date with "the Slurpee Slut". So I guess she does have a history of being hostile towards other woman who have made advances towards Eric.

35. How do they deal with being away from each other for a long time?

I think season 8/Africa was really hard for both of them but they dealt with it in different ways. Eric like... buried it.

Donna knew it was going to be hard. In S7xE23 "Take It Or Leave It", she tells him

"I don't care - I don't want you to go. I mean you've always been like 20 steps away from me for my entire life. What am I supposed to do without you?"

She tells him again that she doesn't want him to go in the next episode. Eric just deflects with humor in both instances. 😬

So Eric leaves - even though Donna asked him not to. And we can see how she misses him during season 8 - she's sending letters and voice recordings with his mom, she's waiting up all night for his calls. But Eric starts avoiding her. He's calling Kitty but not her, he's making excuses to get off the phone when he talks to her. And then the letter comes. 😢

This is some season 8 bullshit, because obviously Eric didn't fall out of love with Donna. But his way of dealing with being away and getting through this year must have been to just block everything out. Like, 'every time I talk to you on the phone it's just harder to say goodbye'. That's a rather... selfish way of dealing with the distance when you're in a relationship, however.

But in true Eric Forman fashion, he comes back in the series finale to apologize for his dumbass ways one more time. He's seen the err of his ways. When he sees Donna on the driveway they have this exchange:

Eric: "When I left, I was so sure I was doing the right thing. But now I've been gone so long - "

Donna: "Eric, things are a lot different now."

Eric: "I know. It's just, Donna I thought about you like every day."

[She nods]

Eric: "And you know what? It turns out Red was right. I am a dumbass."

[She laughs]

Eric: "Donna... I'm sorry."

[She kisses him]

He's apologizing for... going to Africa in the first place when she made it clear she didn't want him to? His lack of communication once he was over there? The still-unexplained decision to break her heart via a letter? Who knows? 🤣

And then he goes and gets her pregnant like :30 seconds later, so that's super helpful. 🤣

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#thanks for the ask!#whew this was a long one!#thats what she said #That 70s Show #That '70s Show #That 90s Show #That '90s Show #Eric and Donna #Eric x Donna #Eric Forman #Donna Pinciotti #Donna Forman #otp: mom and dad #ask #answered #anon #otp ask game #my essays

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wackybuddiemewbs · 2 years

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WIP Wednesday

Hello there, folks. It's that time of the week again. So that means I'm back on my bullshit. And as per usual, I make it everyone's problem.

Working title: Buck, the Wedding Planner

Basic idea: Buck is set on giving his sister the wedding of her dreams after she and Chim finally sealed the deal. Which means clipboard!Buck is back with full swing - and with a mission. Oh, and of course, there is the small inconvenience of some (not) unrequited feelings for a certain best friend. But that's just the details...

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“Tulips with the other flowers in the arrangement? Are you trying to kill me, Vanessa? Peonies. I will only accept peonies. Write it down again if you have to… It is the season and I know the colors are available… because I have internet access and can research things… Yes, I checked… And since I checked, I stick with peonies until you give me a proper reason why I have to change my mind… So talk to the purveyors another time… I will pay extra if they have to ship them from another state, I don’t care. Just get on with it and don’t come me with tulips again, thank you very much…”

“This is like watching a horror movie where you finally get to the big reveal that someone snatched the protagonist’s body and is just about to murder the family,” Hen mutters, stuffing popcorn into her mouth.

“Tell me about it. You only have to suffer through that when we’re not on call at work,” Chim scoffs, hugging his arms. “He is over at ours to continue making phone calls the whole damn time. I haven’t seen the surface of our dinner table in weeks.”

Hen scrutinizes him. “You are aware that he is planning your wedding?”

“And you are aware just how messed-up that is? I mean, look at him!” Chim whines, pointing at Buck, perfectly absorbed into the task at hand, which is to roast Vanessa the florist over the tulips, it’d seem.

“I didn’t even know he knew the difference between peonies and tulips,” Eddie snorts, sitting down with a mug of coffee in hand. He can’t say Buck struck him as someone who was particularly interested in gardening or flowers in general. Sure, he has quite a few plants on the balcony, and there are the occasional succulents and cacti on the table. But Eddie can’t say he ever saw blooming or difficult to maintain around Buck’s loft

Though then again, it’s as Buck told Vanessa – he will research. Thoroughly. So it’s very well possible Buck knew nothing about peonies until it sparked his interest. Be it as it may, Eddie feels almost a bit bad for poor Vanessa. Because he knows Buck does not take no for an answer once he set his mind to it. And that much Eddie can tell, Buck set his mind to this task.

As per usual, 180%. At least.

“Well, say what you want, but our Buckaroo is always a bag full of surprises,” Hen sighs.

“Will you share any of that popcorn for the rest of the show?” Chim asks, eyeing her, then bow of popcorn resting in her lap.

Hen clutches the bowl tighter against herself with a snort. “You make your own or you help him.”

“Not the body snatcher!”

“Then you gotta snatch your own popcorn.” She shrugs, stuffing more into her mouth with a triumphant grin, leaving Chim to pout beside her.

Eddie shakes his head. This has been going on for some time now. While he is not sold on the body snatcher theory by any means, Eddie will agree that this is all rather strange even by Buck’s standards. Ever since Maddie and Chim announced the happy news that they’d seal the deal, Buck has been… different.

Because yeah, Eddie didn’t know Buck could tell flowers apart. Just like he didn’t know Buck knew how to plan a wedding venue, schedule dress fittings, book locations, talk about color schemes, send out “save the date” and actual invitation cards – or know the difference between them in the first place – or select a font and a paper weight… the list is probably much longer than the papers on his clipboard and his notebook would lead one to assume.

Because yes, we are now at a stage where we have clipboard and notebook combined. Which can never be a good sign.

But here they are, watching in awe and sheer anxiety as Evan Buckley uses every free minute to sieve through his sister’s wedding folder, working on lists and arrangements and appointments, and, apparently, peonies.

Not tulips, though, got it.

“Eds?”

Eddie whips his head around to look at his partner. “Hm?”

“Do you think Chris could be interested in coming along to visit a location after the shift? I’d also pay for dinner to reimburse for changing plans at the last minute,” Buck asks, not even looking at him as his fingers fiddle over his phone, typing message after message. “It’s the only available time slot for the next couple of weeks, and it’s highest on the priority list. See? Right up here.”

He points at the clipboard for emphasis, something Eddie can’t help but smile at.

“That’s very high on the list,” Hen chuckles softly.

Buck beams at her, then nods at the circled area on the clipboard again. “It’s definitely in the Top 5.”

“Uhm, sure, we can go together,” Eddie answers, his frown deepening as he considers the actual implications of that. “I mean, it’s the Top 5. Then you gotta set priorities.”

“Awesome!” Buck chirps happily, ticking something off his long, long list. “That’s another point off the list.”

“Out of curiosity, how many points are there still on that list?” Hen wants to know, amused by all this above all else.

“Too many, but if all pans out, it should get done well before Maddie walks down the aisle,” Buck sighs with a content smile tugging at his lips. “Like, five minutes before that.”

“Piece of cake, huh?” she chuckles.

“Totally. Which reminds me… cake!” He lets his fingers dance over the papers to find what he’s looking for. “If not for the time constraint, we probably should’ve gone for something off-season. Because everyone wants to get married about the time. But that’s what the quitters say, and we ain’t no quitters… So let’s see where we have that list of bakeries… because that color scheme is fixed. Vanessa can eat her heart out. Don’t care.”

And back to the list he goes.

“You may need something stronger than popcorn after that,” Chim laughs, nudging Eddie in the side.

“I reiterate: You’re aware that he’s planning your wedding?” Hen scoffs.

“Well, now Eddie got dragged into it, so I will thoroughly enjoy having my apartment to myself for a while,” Chim snorts, then gives Eddie a mild look. “Sorry about that, dude, but better you than me.”

“Brighten up, Chim, if someone can get Buck out of his strange ways, it’s gotta be Eddie,” Hen ponders.

“Are you implying that I’m the spoilsport?” he huffs.

Hen cocks an eyebrow at him. “Out of the two of you… definitely.”

“Gee thanks.”

“It’s the curse of parenting, I assume,” she ponders. “Buck still enjoys the freedom of being the fun uncle on many occasions.”

Eddie tilts his head to the side, choosing not to comment. Because it hasn’t been that long ago that he saw Buck acting the spoilsport to Christopher just about perfectly. He only walked in on it as Buck settled a small argument between them. Buck had come over to watch him while Eddie was running some errands. Christopher tried to stretch out video game time beyond the agreed time slot. But Buck sternly yet calmly put an end to it. At least that is the scene he walked in on as Buck reasoned with him almost exactly like Eddie would have done it.

He hadn’t even paid it any mind as he put away the groceries until Buck saw him and nearly freaked out. Buck fussed and tried to apologize to him for acting the “parent part”. While Buck is aware that Eddie made him Christopher’s legal guardian by now, Eddie still catches him being sheepish about it. About taking up that spot in Christopher’s life. Because he feels like he is overstepping.

It is moments like this that make Eddie rest a lot easier these days. It assures him that he made the best choice possible for his son. Because yes, Buck will spoil that boy rotten, given the chance. But he is also there to raise him, which also means discipline at times. Funny enough that he can easily see that where most others, very much including Buck, just can’t.

“… Yes, I know that fondant is great for covering cakes, but my sister will hurl on her own wedding cake if she has to take as much as a bite off of this sweet window putty. So, what alternatives do you have? And please don’t tell me a cake made out of cupcakes, that’s so 2016… Oh, and what colors can you do with anything but fondant? I need them to go with the flower arrangements. I can send you the exact colors, but right now the spectrum goes from soft apricot over daffodil to periwinkle, so…”

Hen claps Eddie on the shoulder. “This will be a long day.”

“Just don’t let the body snatchers get you. Even if they are periwinkle,” Chim snickers.

Eddie just shakes his head, his eyes still focused on Buck.

This day is sure to get… interesting.

#buddie #buck x eddie #eddie x buck #evan buckley #eddie diaz #evan buckley x eddie diaz #eddie diaz x evan buckley #wip wednesday #buddie fanfic #fanfic

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magicalgirlmel · 1 year

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Anime Finished this year 8: Kaina of the Great Snow Sea

4/10

Transcript under the cut

If there was a word that I had to pick to describe this show, it would be either disappointing or underwhelming. You see, I'm not someone that gets annoyed by full CGI anime unless it's done incredibly poorly and while this might not be the best example I have ever seen, it's not like it was the worst either. When I watched the first episode or two, it had my interest. The world that it was trying to construct seemed interesting and there was some clear Nausicaa inspiration happening in the world design, which I really appreciated.

However, for all the ways that the world was interesting, the characters weren't. The world was a place that seemed serious, dangerous, and fascinating, but at times, it could feel like characters weren't rising to match that world. Most of the time they were just fairly bland, but at others, they could delve into some real "anime bullshit" type of moments. Like, what was the point of having Ririha's top fall down in the sauna? It was so out of keeping with the tone of the rest of the series that if felt like someone had broken into the studio and slipped a scene from a different show into this one.

The biggest problem facing this series, though, was that the pacing was just plain bad. There were times where we could go entire episodes feeling like nothing was happening, only for a whole bunch to suddenly happen all at once before things slowed right back down again. It would be one thing if this were to allow us to breathe in the world and sit with the ambiance, but many episodes contained conversations that felt like they were repetitive, even if they technically weren't.

I had my worries about the series ending in any way that felt satisfying when it was announced that a followup movie would continue the story, but I didn't expect the ending to be fumbled so badly. The war plotline was a story that the series didn't really need, the search for the great spire tree could have made up the entire plot of the show, been more concise, and likely been a stronger adventure story. The war plotline was dragged out, though, only to end with a big deus ex machina moment where (spoilers) a teeny tiny laser cutter turned into a massive energy beam that obliterates anything in its path and effectively ends the whole war plot. This is followed up by a montage to end the series and lead into the movie that flashes through moments that easily could have been at least three episodes on their own that were far more interesting than anything that had happened in the last two.

At this point, I don't know if I'll bother seeing the movie, to be honest. This is one of those series that burned me and I can't be sure of what quality the movie will be after seeing this series vary so wildly in quality over the course of its run.

#anime #kaina of the great snow sea #finished 2023 #2023 #finished #ooyukiumi no kaina

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Okay so like for starterssssss, I love getting represented as a chubby gal 🥺🥺 so I love you for writing that last Oikawa imagineeeee 😩😩😩

Soooo, I was wondering if I could request a plus size reader that really likes Kuroo, (and he’s like a super cliché bad boy🤰🏽) but he’s too embarrassed to be seen with Y/n. So she starts to hit on his friend or try to make him jealous. (I want you to add your own little idea here! But likeee, make her a baddie 😘😘)

Thanks baby 😚

HE’S A SCUMBAG DON’T YOU KNOW

KUROO X CHUBBY F!READER

Angsty?? kinda, a pinch of suggestive stuff

masterlist

post girlboss was referring to

a/n:i decided to go for emo / anger issues / definitely has punched a hole in his wall kuroo, just cuz i love writing losers, and i love seeing grown men cry. reader is like 20/21 just like college age yk, kuroo is 23 as stated in fic. p.s where my artic monkey hoes at

warnings: swearing, mentions of sex n specific sexual acts, suggestive stuff, uhhh bad boy but he’s not a (bad boy) he’s just a (bad) (boy) he’s just no good, like no fr never date guys like this, he may SEEM COOL and give you the dick but girl you will be so embarrassed once u realised u gave up the kitty for a man that genuinely believes tame impala and mac demarco are unheard of and calls himself an empath even though he’s mean to his mum every time she comes over to help with the laundry and has manipulated every girl he’s ever been in the vicinity of but i digress! on with the story!

“Kuroo-!” you yelped in surprised, bed bouncing beneath you. The second he had thrown you down, he ripped off his shirt and made a noise of frustration when he couldn’t shed his skinny jeans fast enough. Brows furrowed, he began hopping furiously to yank them off.

You laughed, much to his annoyance.

“You’re gonna hurt yourself if you keep up with that. What’s the rush?”

He sighed, and carefully pulled them off his ankles. Standing up straight, he seemed to have composed himself, with that cocky smirk on his rugged face. Your eyes trailed down his lean, long body. It was all you could do not to scream, he was so gorgeous. He took a few sweeping steps to where you lay, and got right on top of you, hands either side of your head. His eyes bore into you, it made you squirm internally, not that you would ever admit it.

“Just want you so bad, kitten.”

You barked out a laugh as if your heart didn’t jolt at his stupid pet name. It was such a stupid name, but coming from him it made you melt. Again, not like you’d ever admit it.

“Ew, Tetsu don’t call me kitten, it’s cr-“

He cut you off by leaning down and kissing you, you could feel his snake bites against your bottom lip. He groaned softly, shoving his tongue down your throat. He tasted like his sour apple vape, and his hair was soft when you ran your fingers through it. You could barely contain your butterflies, eyes squeezed closed.

“Come on babe, you know you like it.”

No matter how many times you and Kuroo hung out, it always felt so fresh. Maybe it was because he was exciting, or because he was a little bit wild, you didn’t know.

He leaned down closer to you, getting on his elbows, deepening the kiss. He pulled away and smirked at your breathlessness. With a slender, ring adorned hand, he reached beneath your top and cupped your tits over your bra. He gave them a sharp squeeze and started placing chaste kisses on your neck. He was considerate like that, didn’t leave hickeys because he knew they’d be hard to cover for you. He groaned as he jiggled the fat of your boobs in his hands,

“God, you have the nicest tits, babe.”

You had been dating for nearly 3 months now, if that was what it was. To be honest, you weren’t really sure what you were. You hang out all the time at his or your place, there was rarely a time when you didn’t have an ache between your legs, one way or another. He didn’t really take you on ‘dates’ but chatting to him was fun in itself, you didn’t need to go out to do that. He didn’t necessarily say romantic stuff either... but he didn’t not say romantic stuff either? He beat up your ex at a party one time! That had to mean something right? He exactly wouldn’t tell you how he felt but he showed you, kissing your cheek or tilting your chin up to look at him or kissing your neck or feeling you up. But that usually led to sex, so you couldn’t be certain. It wasn’t like you only screwed though, you watched your favourite movies together... although the last couple times he just started fingering you. You showed him your playlists? No no, he showed you his playlists, his sex playlists. There seemed to be a common theme here. But... there were times, afterwards, when he would pull in you so tight, tell you how good you were for him, how well you did, how pretty you looked. Any doubts you had were gone after a few hushed words on his tobacco reeking rickety old bed. You’d never really had a relationship like this before, but you assumed it was just because Kuroo was so chill. You were probably boyfriend and girlfriend, he just didn’t feel the need to announce it, he was laidback like that. So what if you guys had a lot of sex? Weren’t you a new couple? Wasn’t this just the honeymoon stage were you can’t get your hands off each other? You didn’t want to seem high maintenance and nag, so you let it be. He was sweet enough to you, right now everything was good.

Until it wasn’t.

A clatter sounded downstairs, the door slamming open against the hallway wall.

“Kuroo! Hey man, I brought some California!”, a voice called from bellow.

Kuroo broke away immediately, spit trailing from your neck to his pink lips.

“Shit, shit, shit, shit,” Kuroo mumbled, pushing off the bed and scrambling the pick up his discarded clothes and shove them back on.

You sat up, disgruntled, rearranging your bra strap from were he’d kneaded at it.

“What’s wrong? Who is that?”

He shot you a glance before continuing to yank back on his jeans.

“Uh, so change of plan, I can’t do tonight. I need you to go home. Discreetly.”

What?

“What? Tetsu, I’m already here,” you scoffed.

What was going on?

Why was he acting like this?

You had never seen him so... frantic.

“I know babe, and I’m really sorry about that, but my friends are here early than I said.”

“So? Can’t I meet your friends?”

He didn’t reply for a moment, just let out an exasperated breath, zipping up his fly.

“Well, yeah you can meet them, just not with me. I don’t want them knowing that I-“

He cut himself off, but you had heard enough to understand.

There was a beat of silence, only disturbed by Kuroo’s friends calling for him.

Your mouth hung open, and you scoffed in shock.

You shouldn’t be surprised really. It’s so obvious now that you think about it. So that’s what this was. That explains everything. He didn’t really like you, he was just using you. That’s why he didn’t take you anywhere, or why he didn’t show you he cared. It was because he didn’t. He wasn’t “afraid of getting close to people” or “emotionally distant”, he was just upfront about not giving two shits about you aside from your vagina. I guess he didn’t want his friends to know he was furiously screwing a fat girl any chance he got. He was embarrassed of you. You were something to be ashamed of. Your stomach jerked as you got to your feet. You were pissed, but that didn’t mean it didn’t really hurt. You had liked him. A lot.

“What the fuck is that supposed to mean?”

You could see the panic in his eyes, it was quite funny actually. Of course you new what it meant, but it still made you feel a little better to watch his eyes widen like that, to hold a shred of power over him.

“I mean- well I didn’t- come on babe you know I didn’t mean it like that-“ he laughed nervously, not noticing the footsteps in the landing. You rolled your eyes. You may have been naive, but you certainly weren’t going to fall for his shit again. Whatever he spouted.

“Don’t give me that bullshit. Just say it, your embarrassed of me.”

“Y/N, please, don’t you think-“

Two men burst through the door, one with spiked grey hair and one with fluffy black hair.

“Kuroo! What the hell are you doing up here we’ve been-“ the grey haired one, stopped when his eyes went from a shirtless Kuroo to you.

Your eyes flickered to Kuroo, he looked mortified.

“Ah. I see. Well, Akaashi, we better give these two some time, we can just-“

“Oh no, I was just leaving,” you grabbed your jacket from on top of his chest of drawers and turned back to the two men, putting on a big smile, adrenaline and fury spurring you on.

“I’m Y/N, by the way.”

Your eyes shot to Kuroo, who looking like get was about to shit himself.

“You probably haven’t heard of me, me and Kuroo have actually been having sex for three months. He kept it a secret because he’s embarrassed of me. We should hang out soon though!”

“Y/N-!” Kuroo yelled, exasperation clear in his tone, but you were already descending the stairs.

He came into the hall, hands rubbing his temples.

“Y/N just come talk for a second, I can-“

But he was cut off by the door slamming.

You got in your car parked outside and sped away.

The whir of the engine and the monotony of the roads cleared your mind a bit, a mist of anger still remaining.

You can’t believe you let yourself be tricked. you were a fully grown woman, but you had been reeled in hook, line and sinker. Not only had you been reeled in, you have been reeled in by a man that still had tik tok LED lights in his room and a fucking monster can collection at the age of 24 fucking years old. The more you thought about him, the more you realised how much of an emo loser he was. Of course you were still hurting, but it was more of the angry hurt you feel when it turns out your crush is homophobic or something (been there done that, don’t ask). He was a waste of oxygen, you had decided by the time you made it back to your apartment. A waste of perfectly good space that could most definitely not get the kitty anymore. You got inside your house, pulled on some comfies and got on facetime with your friends.You told them all about what happened, and they passionately bitched about him with you, confirming your suspicion that they never liked him in the first place. They also told you to forget about his existence, he wasn’t worth a slither of your brain power, he was dirt compared to you. All in all, you felt marginally better, saying goodbye to your friends while they still giggled about how stupid Kuroo’s hair was.

This was just a speed bump, you thought as you tucked yourself into bed, you would get over this.

Fast.

“Who’s Bokuto been talking to all night?” Yamamoto leaned over to ask Lev, shouting over the blaring music.

It was a week after you had thrown Kuroo to the curb, and he was out with a couple of volleyball friends, some from Nekoma, but there was also Bokuto with them.

“I’m not sure. I think it’s Y/N something? She’s in class. She’s pretty chill.”

Kuroo’s ears perked up, and he turned around to face his friends up against the bar.

“Bokuto’s talking to who?” he said through gritted teeth.

“Y/N. She goes to my-“

“I know who Y/N is,” kuroo snapped, taking a swig of the beer in his hand and scanning the dance floor for either one of you. He found bokuto first, shoulder against the wall, holding a drink as he leant down to have you whisper something in his ear. That’s when Kuroo paid attention to you. You looked... you looked gorgeous. He felt jealousy creep up inside him. How many times had you been out looking like that since you broke things off? How many guys had you slept with since? How dare Bokuto chat you up when he knew you two had been a thing? Wasn’t he meant to be Kuroo’s friend? As Kuroo wound himself up, you and bokuto continued your extremely pleasant conversation.

“I just wanna say, sorry about Kuroo. He’s a real bonehead, but we’ve been friends since high school so I can’t ditch him.”

You snorted into your cocktail.

“What?”

“Bonehead?”

He frowned and straightened up indignantly.

“Yeah, and? What’s wrong with bonehead?”

“No no, nothing, it’s just very Legally Blonde.”

He beamed down at you.

“I love Legally Blonde!”

“You do? Me too!”

This big beefy man was very cute, you had been talking for nearly three hours now, but you never ran out of things to say. And, aside from the obligatory introduction compliments, he had not made any move to try and get you into a wendy’s bathroom as quick as possible, which you couldn’t say of yours and kuroo’s first meeting.

He had dreamy eyes, you noted as he smiled for the nth time that night.

“Whose your favourite-?”

“What the fuck are you doing man?”

You glanced scathingly over to the familiar face of your old fling.

“What?” Bokuto asked back, clearly done with his friends bad boy shtick.

“Why are you talking to her when... when you know?”

“What’s there to know? I’m talking to her because I want to, and she wants to.”

He looked over to you for approval.

“Right?”

You nodded, a little nervous. You hated Kuroo’s guts, but you knew how weirdly possessive he was, you didn’t wanna cause trouble for Bokuto.

“See? Now I don’t think she wants to see you, right?”

He looked at you again. You nodded again.

“Ok? You guys are over, now are we done?”

Kuroo huffed. His eyes flitted from Bokuto to you, remembering you were there most likely, and he scowled.

“No, we aren’t done, what are you trying to pull anyway? Trying to piss me off by talking to someone I know? Are you really that petty? Well, your little plan is working, so just-just stop, ok?”

You felt like screaming. You had just come out here to have a nice time, not listen to Kuroo’s narcissistic whining.

“Can you just fuck off? Was I not clear enough or something? You’re dead to me, Kuroo. I’m just trying to have a nice night.”

Kuroo’s mouth gaped open. He had never been spoken to like that, never. He clenched his fists at his sides and his glare intensified.

“You’re lucky I gave you the time of day, fat ugly slut.”

He grabbed Bokuto’s shoulder roughly, turning him to face him completely.

“Hey man, thanks for clearing up my sloppy seconds, really good of you. Good to know I’ve got great friends like you.”

Those were the last things out of Kuroo’s mouth before bokuto landed a punch on his cheek, knocking him to the ground.

“You’re a fucking asshole man,” Bokuto grunted.

He stepped over where Kuroo lay, and held out a hand for you to step over too. You took it quietly and trailed along behind him to the door, fingers still locked. His hands were warm, and big. Kuroo’s face must hurt right now. The thought made you smile. He held the door open for you before sighing, resting his back against the wall. You stood in front of him, twiddling with your fingers.

“I am so sorry about that,” You apologised, embarrassed and shaken by the scene Kuroo had made, “I shouldn’t have wound him up, and I shouldn’t have talked to you after I knew you guys were friends, I promise I didn’t mean to start anything.”

“Don’t be, if anything I’m sorry for not making him leave right away. And either way,” he gently reached for your hand again, and you let him take it,”I’m glad you talked to me. I’d like it if you talked to me even more.”

DISCLAIMER FOR KUROO STANS!!!! I DONT THINK HIS HAIR IS STUPID!!! it’s just when ur bestie is going thru a break up or anything entailing a male you shit talk everything about him to high hell, doesn’t matter if he’s the most beautiful man you’ve ever seen. also i have no ill will towards kuroo nor any of the characters i write shit bag fan fics about i just like to complain any way i hope you enjoyed! reblogs and replies always appreciated!!!

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lassov3rse · 2 years

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## SMART COOKIE

REQUEST :: Hey! Could I request a Ted x reader where she is like a super smart american who lives in london

WORD COUNT :: 1.0k

NOTE :: It kind of turned into a trivia based thing, so I’m sorry if it’s not exactly what you were looking for!

Ted loves to pick your brain, like all of the time.

Sometimes it’s football based things, other times it’s about England, and other times it’s so out of left field.

He also loves that you’re American. That’s not to say he wouldn’t be with someone who was British! But he does enjoy having the same home country background. It’s nice to have another person who usually understands his metaphors or his dad jokes.

OBVIOUSLY he calls you his smart cookie. By far Ted's pet name for you at this point.

Literally anytime you mention a fact that is out of his wheelhouse of knowledge, expect a "Hear that? That's my smart cookie rattlin' off her facts again~ I'm amazed how she crams all that stuff in her noggin. Couldn't be me!"

You honestly rival Beard in knowledge.

That created a friendly rivalry in the arena of trivia night at The Crown & Anchor.

Trivia night was something that you instated and had been traditionally held once a month for the past two or so years.

That's actually where you met Ted and Beard.

Most of the patrons at The Crown & Anchor avoided the designated trivia section. Rarely were there ever more than five or six playing for a free round of beer. If anyone else had introduced trivia night and let it fail, Mae would have nixed it in a second. But her soft-spot for you was the sole reason she kept it around. Mae knew it would crush you if it was to end.

You pushed through the front doors of the pub, nearly smashing yourself into people at every turn. You were late for that night's trivia game. It wasn't entirely your fault. When you went to leave your job--a boring office one in finance of all things--your supervisor began talking your ear off. Soon an hour had passed and trivia was already fifteen minutes in. You faked an emergency and ran out of the building as quickly as possible. You quite literally ran the entire way to the pub.

"You alright, Y/n?" Inquired Mae, sliding a pint your way.

"Never better," you heaved, continuing to make your way back to the trivia corner.

"Bullshit!”

Shaking your head you sat yourself down at a table.

They were already ten questions in and you were rearing to get going. The announcer--another trivia nut that frequented the pub--gave you a nod and wrote your name on the big white board, with a big fat zero next to it. God, how you hated seeing that zero next to your name.

There were four other names written on the board. The one with the highest amount was someone named Beard with exactly seven, Lynn with two, a Ted with one, and Chester with zero.

You scanned the area, looking for the winner. However, you did not know what "Beard" looked like. The owner of the name was foreign to you.

The announcer, a lovely older woman named Pippa, sat up in her seat and cleared her throat. "Which snooker player was fined 20,000 for assaulting an official in 1996?”

“Ronnie O’Sullivan!” You and another voice shouted at the same time.

From the same direction as the yelling voice, some guy let out a laugh. “Looks like you go yourself some competition there, Beard.”

Your head whipped over and you stared at the bearded man sat beside the one with the mustache. You squinted at him, more determined than ever to win.

“Ooo she has a fire in her eyes! You better watch yourself, buddy.”

You were more determined than ever to beat a man.

After that fateful day, you began to see the two men (who you learned were Coach Beard and Ted) everywhere. Soon you were able to spot them in the pub, the supermarket, and even just walking down the street.

At first it was mainly Beard and Ted, then slowly it just became Ted.

His face would just light up anytime he saw you.

Ted began this thing where he would ask the most obscure question--sometime he didn’t even know the answer and would have to Google it after you would say something--and see if you knew the answer. He would then hold onto that knowledge and get a little braggy about “my friend Y/n who is probably a robot but that’s besides the point” and pass the knowledge off onto his players.

He never really participated much in trivia night, rather he really only went to drink and watch you and Beard narrowly avoid screaming at each other.

Then the AFC Richmond players started coming to trivia night. First it just started off with Sam and Dani wanting to be nice and accept Ted’s offer to join him, and then it became a team-wide thing.

Bets would be placed in the locker room regarding who would win on the team. They never did win, because you always played, so there is still a big pool with around £6,000 (give or take) on Ted’s desk (in one of those boxes Nate help his niece create).

Because some of the players get mopey about losing, they become rotating announcers. It’s great fun! Especially when Roy is forced into it. God is it fun

Oi Keeley, please come fucking read this, my eyes work like shit in here.

Never fails to make you giggle!

It probably took seven trivia nights and surprise meetings (so, literally seven months) for Ted to get the courage to ask you out. He was just so intimidated by how secure you were in your person (as well as the knowledge you possessed).

One of the nights Dani was mcing, he had the question tossed into the deck of cards. The only people who knew of it were the Diamond Dogs and it was so cute and well executed.

Dani just stared at you with his mouth open after he read, “What is your ideal date setting, Y/n? - TED.”

Poor Isaac didn’t hear your name and actually answered the question. He got clowned in the locker room for a solid week before threatening to take away hair cuts for good.

You, of course, answered with something very stereotypical and Ted was more than happy doing anything you enjoyed.

And you two have been together ever since!

#⚽️ : ted !#⚽️ : bullet points !#ted lasso x reader #ted lasso imagines #ted lasso #afc richmond #hope you enjoyed!

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jackie5656 · 3 years

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Truth or Dare

With; Stiles Stilinski

IMPORTANT A/N:I’m officially down bad folks. But I wanted to say there’s a song I need you to play during a specific part of this story. It really only lasts a minute, and you’ll know when to play it. ALSO do not skip over this fic just because the song is by 1D I promise it’s fitting and not fangirl cringe. But this is tumblr an app practically made for that...@ me. Anyways I appreciate all the recent love on my work, and I hope you enjoy!

Warnings: Teen drinking

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“Y/n”

“Mmm.”

“Do you have a crush on anyone?” Of course Isaac, shit-eating smirk and all would be stirring the pot. Knowing damn well you’ve made eyes at Stiles for as long as he’d known you. You stare him down with a knowing smile, taking a slow sip of your drink before answering.

“Yeah”

Stiles raises his brows in surprise at your nonchalant response. If you did have a crush, wouldn’t you have told him? All he did was rant about Lydia to you. Though, he hadn’t talked about her in a while. Seeing as his feelings for her had seemingly fizzled away earlier this year. It was odd, one day he was madly in love with the girl and the next he wasn’t. Either way, he’s surprised at the twinge of anger he feels at your words. Jealousy

The realization scares him, what was he jealous for?

“Interesting y/n/n, who’s grabbed your attention?” Isaac presses, the two of you not breaking contact as you take another challenging gulp of your drinks. A couple of the pack members exchange worried glances. The two of you always have a habit of teasingly pushing each other’s buttons, but issac seems to be pressing a little too much. As if he knows something the others don’t.

The twinging heat in Stile’s stomach ignited, burining much brighter than before as his eyes dart between the two of you. What the hell was this? When had you and Isaac become so close? Close enough to confess each other’s crushes. He grips the solo cup in hand harder, having ignored the bubbling beverage until now.

“You’re only allowed one question Isaac. And you just used it.” You counter matter of factly, leaning back into your chair simultaneously with the blonde. The others watch your interaction intently, all having noticed the tension grow.

“I’m gonna go grab a drink.” Stiles announces suddenly, weaving between the various patio chairs as the attention turns to him.

“Aren’t you driving?” Scott interjects worriedly, not letting the change in his friends demeanor go unnoticed. Stiles pauses, turning on his heel and facing the group of you with a mischievous, somewhat forced smile .

“We can sleep here. Right Lydia? Your mom said you had the cabin for the weekend?”

“Uh, yeah. I only had a few of the guest rooms prepared. But there’s definitely enough room for everyone.” She replies, tone hesitant due to the shift energy.

“Everyone down to stay the night?” Stiles inquires, practically challenging the group to say no.

“Fun!” Lydia interjects before any of you can protest “I’ll set up the rest of the rooms. It’ll be like one big sleepover! Allison, help me grab some pillows and blankets from the basement?” She pulls the raven-haired teen along before she can answer. Shooting you a ‘what the hell just happened’ look before tugging Allison past Stiles and into the house. Leaving you, Scott, Isaac, and Stiles to deal with the lingering tension.

“Back in a sec.” stiles raises his cup in a sort of salute before making his way through the sliding glass door and towards the kitchen.

“Is someone gonna tell me what I’m missing here?” Scott inquires confusedly, looking just as astonished as the girls at how odd the three of you were acting. Scott was your other best friend, and of course knew you’d been crushing on Stiles for ages. But nothing had stemmed from it until now.

“Looks like everyone knows y/n’s crushing except the one she’s crushing on.” Issac offers with a smirk. Laughing when you get out of your seat to playfully shove his head to the side.

“You’re such an ass. I’m going to check on him.” You head towards the kitchen with what little pride you have left, shooting up your middle finger behind your back when you hear the two boys having a laughing fit at something Scott mumbles.

Usually, you’re the one drinking when the lot of you hang out. Lydia and Allison sip on something most times, but of course Isaac and Scott can only do it for taste. Even then, Isaac only takes shots with you to see who won’t make a face at the bitter beverage (bastard always wins). That’s why it’s such a surprise when you walk in the kitchen to see Stiles adding a significant amount of liquor to a fresh cup of soda, eyes boring into the liquid as if it’s just insulted him. Your eyes subtly trace over the way he clenches his jaw, pushing away the butterflies you feel when you observe his veiny hands gripping the cup. Jesus you need to touch some grass

“Easy there. Trying to out-drink me Stilinski?” You push your cup towards him gingerly, putting up your hand to signal him when to stop pouring.

“Something like that.” Stiles mumbles with a tight lipped smile, taking a gulp from the cup and making an insanely dramatic grimace. Shivering and shaking his head violently at the shock of the taste.

“You’re usually not one to drink.” You let it come out as more of a question than a statement, laughing amusedly at his spurratic reactions.

“Yeah, well...” Is all he replies, shrugging before taking another sip. This time only blinking hard to withstand the flavor. Your head cocks to the side in curiosity, holding your tongue before trying to ask what’s up with him. His eyes narrow at your actions, the fiery feeling before burning once more as he takes in your cute expression. Damn you, it’s like you’re trying to get him riled up. Maybe it’s the alcohol, but whatever feelings the brunettes been harboring are starting to bubble over. He figures he’s always had eyes for you, but it wasn’t exactly a convenient time to come to the realization he’d fallen for you. It’d been a long time coming admittedly, but it’s not like he could act on it. Well, maybe he could. He shakes away the lustful thoughts when you lean against the counter beside him. Wearing one of your more revealing tops tonight. He swears you’re doing this shit on purpose.

“Ready to go back out?” You suggest with raised brows, hoping the liquor will brighten his mood. He nods, following you back through the living room and towards the back patio. Surveying the newly placed pillows and blankets beside the couch as he steps out towards the fire pit.

“You’re back, finally! Stiles, it’s your turn to ask someone.” Lydia claps her hands to get your attention. You and Stiles sitting next to each other on one of the couches amongst the undoubtably expensive outdoor furniture.

“Alright. Isaac, truth or dare?” Stiles challenges the blonde from across the fire pit. Isaac smirks, adjusting himself on the couch opposite you.

“You guys know me, I’m mostly an open book. But with they way you’re staring me down, I’ll go with truth and skip out on whatever dare you’re fantasizing about in that big brain of yours.”

Stiles scoffs with a forced smile, just slightly moving closer to you when he sees you and Isaac make what contact.

“Do you have a crush on anyone?”

“Can we do repeat questions?”

“Don’t bullshit me Lahey, answer me.” Stiles isn’t necessarily rude, but doesn’t show any signs of breaking his serious expression when Isaac raises his brows with an amused laugh. He looks over at you, before letting his eyes fall on Allison. You don’t let their intense eye contact go unnoticed, despite it only being for a split second.

“Yeah, I do.” He mutters simply, sitting back in his seat with an uncaring smile. You can tell he is in fact shitting himself internally, being one of the few people able to see through his cocky facade.

Without a juicy enough answer, Lydia begins to give a dare. “Alright Scott, truth or-”

“Can I go again?” Issac interjects, your stomach dropping when you can practically see the gears turning in that mischievous mind of his.

“Well, it’s Scott’s turn to be asked.”

“No worries, the question is for him.”

“Well, alright.” Lydia looks between you and Allison with another ‘what the hell’ expression. Neither of you can think of an answer.

“Okay Scott. Truth or dare?”

“Uh, dare. I guess.” The tanned boy replies, not as amused when the attention turns to him.

“Kiss y/n.” Stiles chokes on his drink before the rest can even react, wiping his mouth with the sleeve of his flannel sheepishly when the rest of you have your eyes on him. Scott gets up from his chair reluctantly, moving towards the couch where you’re sitting and offering you a hand up. You take it with a nervous chuckle, smile brightening when the taller boy grabs the sides of you head a plants a quick peck to your forehead. Each of you giving a respectful bow and courtesy as the group claps.

“What was that?” Isaac teases, amused expression adorning his features at the cute interaction.

“You weren’t specific about it, you just said to kiss her.” Scott explains with a prideful smile, happy to have found a loophole in his dare. He’s always been like a big brother to you, even though you never let him forget you’re a month older.

“I thought it was sweet.” Allison muses, having found the interaction between her ex boyfriend and you simply cute. Of course her and Lydia never fail to point out the way you longingly stare at your sarcastic best friend just about every minute of every day.

“Thank you, thank you. We try our best.” You give another curtsy before sitting back down, tucking your legs under yourself and letting the tops of your knees lean against Stiles’ thigh. His tense shoulders seem to ease at the contact, despite wanting to shoot out across the fire pit and pumble Isaac.

“Okay Allison, truth or dare?” Lydia turns her attention to the brunnette beside her, eager to continue the game.

“Dare.”

“Chug your drink.”

Allison groans, pursing her lips in a small pout and raising her drink to you in suggestion. Seeing as you often participate in chugging contests at Lydia’s infamous parties, you’re not one to step down from the offer.

“Fine, I’ll be your moral support. Stiles, you wanna join?” You’re happy he’s finally trying to let loose, and you’re honestly eager to see a drunk Stiles. He leans over you to see how much liquid is in your cup and Allison’s, nodding when he observes that they all have just about the same amount.

“Why not, don’t expect to win though.” You scoff at his cocky remark, scrambling up from your sitting position and moving over to the speaker playing some pop song quietly.

“I need some motivation, not that this’ll be much of a challenge.” You counter playfully, confidence brightening when your three friends that aren’t participating start placing bills down to bet. With the increase of volume, you can feel the base of the music vibrate beneath your feet as you sit back down beside Stiles.

“Ready? 3, 2 ,1 go!” You’re a bit surprised at Scott’s enthusiasm, but figure he’s just as eager as the others to win his money. Immediately, you Stiles and Allison start gulping down the bitter liquid. You open your eyes for a split second, observing how far your opponents have gotten. Stiles shoots his arm out towards you, playfully trying to knock the cup out of your hand whilst chugging. You do the same, hitting his arm away and tilting your head even farther back to finish. You’re done only a split second before the other two, who finish at the same time, grimacing not only from defeat but by the foreign bitter taste. You raise your empty cup as playful whoops erupt from the spectators.

“That’s my girl.” Isaac cheers idly, bumping the sides of his fist with your own as he happily collects his earnings.

“Don’t I get a percentage? I did all the work!”

“y/l/n, they don’t pay the race horses. All the money goes to the lucky better.”

“I should have put my money on you.” Scott groans, laughing when Stiles playfully shoves him.

“I was close, she cheated!” Stiles excitedly argues, and you’re glad his mood has improved since before.

“Like hell we were, she killed us. And I for one will not be participating. I’m definitely placing a bet though.” Allison retorts, reaching into her wallet for cash.

“Do you really want to be embarrassed again Stiles? I’m not going easy on you.”

“Bring it on y/n/n.”

*****

“Okay, we’re officially turning in. Will you guys be okay?” Lydia yawns as she finishes, Scott and Allison getting up as well.

“What? The party was just getting st-started!” Stiles hiccups with raised arms.

“Sti, it’s 2 in the morning. We all need to get some rest for the drive tomorrow.” Scott explains, ruffling his drunken best friends hair and chuckling when he slowly swats his hands away.

“Whatever dad. You’ll stay up with me?” Stiles turns to you with a hopeful expression, eyebrows furrowing when Scott distracts you with a kiss to the top of your head.

“You’re okay to get him to bed?” He asks whilst ignoring Stiles’ offended expression at the notion, turning to head inside when you nod.

“I would stay, but then I’d be a third wheel so...Night!” Isaac chimes with a charming grin, dodging your attempt at hitting him and planting a quick kiss to your temple before rushing inside.You and Stiles mumble reluctant replies when the rest of the pack shouts their good-nights, their absence bumming you out.

“Lame.” You simultaneously deadpan, giggling into your cups at the jinx. The fire’s only embers by now, a chill running down your spine at the sudden,cool summer night air.

“Mmm.” Stiles hums through the his cup, attempting to shrug off his flannel whilst holding the plastic between his teeth. “Take this, it’s cold.” You shake your head quickly, dizzying at the movement.

“I’m fine, if I took it you’d be cold.” You giggle when he rolls his eyes, cup in his mouth slashing a little bit of liquid down his chin when he continues to try and maneuver out of the fabric. “You’re such a lightweight.”

“Am n-not!” He hiccups between words, mumbling due to the plastic still clenched between his teeth. You laugh again, shuffling across the couch to help him out of the shirt. You know he’ll only persist if you refuse again, deciding to give in to his stubborn behavior instead of arguing. You get his arm that’s closest the you out of the first sleeve, reaching across his lap to help remove the other.

Stiles is instantly overwhelmed with the scent of that sweet perfume you’re always wearing. The heat emanating from your body disorienting him for moment before he remembers the cup still in his mouth. You finally get his other arm free, sitting back on your legs only to meet his droopy brown eyes. He looks a little stunned, and you realize the alcohol’s made you a bit more bold than usual. His face is only inches away, close enough for you to smell the alcohol on his tongue. Slowly, he removes the cup from his mouth, eyes never leaving yours. You take a sharp intake of breath, the air between ou tingling with some sort of buzz as your eyes avert down to his now visible lips. His eyes go down too, and you’re reminded of the wrap shirt Lydia had forced you to borrow, exposing a bit more chest than you’re used to. He clears his throat shuffling mere centimetres closer to you as his hands move towards your neck. This is it, he’s finally going to-

“You’re necklace, it’s messed up.” His voice cracks as he speaks, and you try not to completely deflate when he clears his throat gain as he clumsily drags the chain so the charm is back against the soft skin between your collarbones.

“Oh, thanks.” You internally cringe at how disappointed you sound, shrugging on the warm fabric of his flannel and leaning back against the couch.

******

You’re sitting on the counter and watching amusedly as Stiles clumsily searches the cabinets for something to eat.

“These people eat like hamsters, where’s the junk food?” He whines, exasperated from his mere 30 second search.

“Sti?”

“Hmm?”

“Truth or drink.” He let’s out another whine at your words, giving up on his search and leaning against the counter across you expectantly. Admittedly, he’s pretty tipsy and nearing drunk, not to mention pretty pissed that he chickened out earlier. He feigns annoyance when you nibble on your thumb to think of a question, heart melting when he observes how your feet kick in the air as the dangle off the counter top.

“Kiss marry kill. Isaac, Derek, and Scott.” He groans at your words, lips upturning to a smirk when you giggle into your cup.

“Can’t I just marry Scott, then kill Isaac and Derek?” He tries to argue but you immediately shake your head, expectant of a complete answer. “Fine. Kiss Derek, marry Scott, and kill Isaac.”

“Why Isaac?”

“Because he’s an ass, and he wears scarves in the summer. My turn.” You roll your eyes at his words, awaiting his question.

“Do you have a crush on Isaac?” Your eyebrows furrow in shock, shaking your head and laughing loudly at the notion. Sure, Isaac was hot, but you’d never had that sort of feelings for each other. He was more like a brother if anything, just like Scott. Stiles seems surprised at your answer, persisting the moment you quiet down. “Then who was he talking about before?”

“It’s actually my turn, no double questions. What were you so mad about before?” If he wanted to get personal, you might as well match the energy. He rolls his shoulders at the question, bringing the cup to his lips to hide his smile when you throw your hands up in defeat.

“Coward.” you grimace playfully, pouting when he only shrugs at your insult.

He jumps, startled when you gasp suddenly and reach over the counter. Turning up the volume on the stereo from before you’d brought inside. ‘Wolves’ by one direction, plays much louder now that you’ve turned the notch on the device.

“Oh my god, why?” Stiles dramatically looks up to the ceiling when you hop off the counter in excitement. Of course, he recalls the first time he’d heard the song. You’d forced him and Scott to listen to it in the jeep one night, saying it was just too ironic to not make it ‘your song.’ And whether him or Scott want to admit it or not, they’d belted out the lyrics with you a few times before.

You’re grabbing his hands before he can protest farther, rolling up the baggy sleeves of his flannel for the umpteenth time that evening as you begin to move to the opening notes, pulling him along with you. You thank the alcohol for your surge of confidence and the easy sway of your hips, grateful for the liquid courage.

“You totally love this song!” You shout over the music, too drunk to care if the others are awoken by your antics.

“Totally don’t!” Stiles retorts just as loud, laughing when you raise his arm so you can spin under it. Beginning to bob his head and mumbling the lyrics you’re currently shouting.

In the middle of the night when the wolves come out, headed straight for your heart like a bullet in the dark.

One by one, I gotta take them down,

We can run and hide, ain’t going down without a fight

You both howl obnoxiously with the music, jumping and spinning as it booms through the speakers. The alcohols hitting now, effectively loosening his muscles and making the both of you laugh obnoxiously at how stupid you probably look. Despite the silliness of it all, it’s the most at ease Stiles has felt in a while. There’s a certain energy you bring, a type of way you make him feel that’s always drawn you so close.You stumble over to the stereo when the third verse comes on, grin not leaving your lips when you feel his reluctance to let go of your hand. You turn the music down, not familiar enough with the remaining verses to be able to sing it. Besides, you were lucky enough Lydia hadn’t come down there, slippers and all, to scold you both to bed.

“That’s it? There’s more to the song!”

“I thought you didn’t like it?” You pant out, both out breath as you move beside him to lean against the counter once more.

“I-I don’t, just like dancing with you.” He blurts out, too intoxicated to care to filter his words. You study the spacey look in his eyes, cheeks flushed from the alcohol and exhilaration. It’s funny, a few months ago this would’ve just been any other sleepover with your best friend. But it’s different now, you can only assume he too has noticed the shift in energy between you. The electricity

“Sti?”

“Hmm?”

“Truth or dare.”

“Wh-what?” He turns to face you, brows furrowing at your hopeful eyes.

“Truth or dare.”

“We’re still doing this?”

“Just say dare!” You persist, hitting his chest in annoyance. The alcohol’s coursing through your veins, giving you too much confidence for your own good.

“Fine, dare.” He’s confused at your change in behavior, not recognizing the mischievous expression on your face.

“Kiss me.”

And that’s when Stiles Stilinski, Romeo himself, pukes into the kitchen sink.

*********

“I am not th-that drunk.” He stops mid sentences, clutching his chest and pausing to suppress a particularly violent hiccup.

“Sure Sti, tell that to the vomit on your shirt.” You huff out, half listening to the belligerent boy towering over you as you guide him towards the bathroom. He’s gotten significantly drunker while you were cleaning the sink, all the alcohol finally catching up to his inexperienced self. And sure, the slurred words and tousled hair was cute at first, but now he was a much too heavy toddler you were practically dragging to the bathroom.

“I wan’ sleep.” You fumble out a laugh at his childish demeanor, shuffling into the guest bathroom and flipping on the switch to illuminate the area, much to the drunk boy’s distaste as his droopy eyes adjust to the light. Admittedly, your’re also significantly intoxicated, thought process definitely a little slower than usual. Luckily, you’ve had enough experience to know when to cut yourself off.

“You can sleep after I get you to stop reeking of vomit, now arms up.” You order sternly, heart melting when his lips puff into a small pout at your words. He does as told, lanky arms high up in the air as you hastily pull the fabric up and over his head, careful not to get the throw up anywhere else on him. You run the cotton under the sink, wreching at the smell. The things you do for your friends

When his shirt is thoroughly washed, you diligently wring it out and hang it on the rack with the hand towels beside the counter. Crouching down to inspect the cabinet under the sink for anything to clean yourselves up with. You grab a small washcloth and a spare bottle of mouthwash, placing the items on the counter and meeting Stiles’ gaze. He’s a bit zoned out, but he’s smiling sweetly down at you as he watches you work.

“You’re like, really pretty.”

“And you totally can’t handle you’re liquor.” You retort with a roll of your eyes, pushing away the butterflies his words release. “Now swish and spit, your breath stinks.” Without as much of a fuss, he takes the bottle and does as instructed, letting out a dramatic ‘aah’ and giggling when you meet eyes in the mirror. You follow after him, figuring that’d have to be the maximum dental hygeine for the night considering the time crunch. You grab the rag from the counter, running it under the water and lathering soap into it before lifting it towards the boy beside you.

“Can I wash you off real quick?” You wait for his nod of approval, chuckling at the hilarity of the situation s you run the warm rag across his upper chest. “This’ll be one hell of a story.”

“Mmm.” He only hums in response, looking down at you intently, serious expression making your head tilt to the side in question.

“What?”

“Nothin, just sorry I didn’t kiss you.” Your movements halt at his words, continuing when you turn your attention back down to your task instead of his eyes.

“Told you I could out drink you. Next time don’t challenge me to shots.”

“N-noted.”

******

“Shhhh!” Your eyes are wide in warning as you make your way down the hall, arms wrapped around Stiles in support as he stumbles along with you.

“Shhh-shhh.” He mimics your actions, bringing a clumsy finger to his lips as you hold back a laugh. Finally, you set him down on the bed, turning towards the guest room dresser and tossing the sweats and t shirt Lydia must have left there to him. He groans, quickly undressing and tugging on the new clothes. Laying back down on the bed and throwing his forearm to cover his eyes as you change into Lydia’s spare shorts, figuring the shirt and flannel you still had on were sufficient enough as pjs.

You and Scott had fallen asleep during late nights at Stiles’ house numerous times whilst investigating Beacon Hills latest supernatural threat. So it’s not surprising when Stiles clumsily shuffles under the silky duvet with a satisfied sigh, lifting the covers so you can climb in next to him. It’s a queen sized bed, much bigger than the creaky twin you’ve shared before. Still, Stiles moves even closer, you’re well aware he’ll only fall asleep if he’s in the very middle of the mattress. It’s quiet, and you happily settle into the covers as sleep tugs at your eyelids. Only opening one eye when the boy beside you turns onto his side to face you.

“You know y/n, I miss when we were little. L-like when we used to dress up in our moms clothes, and then I twisted my ankle wearing my moms heels.” You chuckle fondly at his slurred retelling of the memory, images flashing by of when you were kids. He studies you, trying to commit the sweet laugh to memory before continuing. “I mean, I like where we are now. I do, because we’re still best friends and I still love you.”

“I love you too Sti.”

“N-no, no you don’t get it.” He shakes his head vigorously, drunken state dramatizing his movements as he argues. Sounding almost solemn at your response. “I mean I love you, and it’s terrifying. A pretty new revaluation might I add, so I thought getting drunk might help. Am I drunk?”

“Yes, very much so. And you should sleep before you say something-”

“No! I meas you have to know this. What if like, I never told you and then...Well I never would have told you! That’s like, Shakespeare tragedy bullshit and we’re definitely better than that. So, I love you. And not in the ‘we took baths together and played dress up in our moms clothes’ type love. It’s the ‘I’m always confused because you give me this...Weird tingly feeling and I never know how to go about it and it makes me want to kiss you’ type of love...I guess. Am I like, really drunk?” You’re to say the least stunned with his confession, though the various hiccups in between sentences didn’t call for the most romantic ambiance.

“Yeah, you’re pretty wasted.” You smooth out his messy hair, too exhausted (and tipsy) to want to accept any of this is actually happening.

“Sorry I didn’t kiss you. The vomiting was unrelated to you making a move on me, just so we’re clear.” He croaks out, voice rasped from the lull of oncoming slumber.

“And here I was thinking I made you nauseous.”

“No, you do give me butterflies though. Too pretty.” He muses, chuckling when you push away his face, nose having booped yours to accentuate his point. It can’t be legal to be this cute while intoxicated.

“You gotta close your eyes Sti, have to sleep off all this alcohol.”

“M’kay. You’ll stay with me the whole night?”

“Always.”

**********

It’s fairly early when you finally wake, sunlight seeping into the room from the early morning light. You want more than anything to go back to bed, figuring another hour would help ware off the pounding headache tormenting your skull. Only assuming Stiles must feel even worse. It’s then, when you try to shuffle closer into his body warmth, that you realize the bed is empty. The space where he’s laid beside you is still warm, and you reluctantly sit up with the harsh reality that everyone else must be awake too.

You follow the scent of bacon to the kitchen, immediately met with a very grumpy looking Stiles hunched over a cup of coffee. He’s wearing Scott’s lacrosse hoodie, sunglasses covering his eyes and hood pulled over his head to shield himself from any intruding light. You sit down on the stool of the island he’s leaning against, offering a sympathetic smile when he pushes the steaming mug towards you with a grunt.

“Morning everyone!” Isaac chimes with a bright smile, slapping the two of you on the back as you simultaneously groan.

“Late night?”

“You know, I’m usually appreciative of the cheeky sarcasm Scott. But if you don’t wipe that smirk off your face right now, I will seriously consider castrating you.” You stare down the alpha, not even phasing his cheerful demeanor.

“Well before you do that, have some breakfast.” Allison only laughs when the two of you gladly pull the plates she’s placed in front you closer with a genuine murmur of ‘thank yous’. Eager to have the food soak up the alcohol and rid you of the awful hangover.

“And this is why I don’t drink.” Lydia retorts, placing down a bottle of Advil between you with a playful roll of her eyes.

“Speaking of, what was that music last night? Scared me half to death.” Allison inquires, looking to the others with a knowing smile when you and Stiles laugh through a forkful of hash browns, eyes on each other and avoiding the others. The two of you might not see it, but you’re practically married with how in sync you are. Always giving each other side eye when approached by someone you both hate, finishing each others sentences. You make a perfect pair, if only one of you had the balls to act on it.

“Flannel looks good on you y/n.” Isaac snickers, tugging on your elongated sleeve with a grin. Only more amused when you flip him off in silence.

“You know, none of the guys I’ve hooked up with have never offered me their shirts.” Lydia pouts while pushing around the eggs on her plate, shocked when you and Stiles simultaneously choke on your (now individual) coffees.

“We, we didn’t hook up!” Stiles defends, now unable to meet your mortified gaze.

“Well, I know that I just mean-”

“Hold on. Am I missing something here? You two have seriously never...I mean never?” Isaac looks genuinely bewildered as he rambles on, Allison and Scott not so discreetly giggling into their mugs as the conversation continues.

“No!”

“Seriously? I’m always teasing because I figured it was all just unspoken knowledge.” The blonde’s genuinely intrigued, not noticing Lydia’s persistent signals to stop talking. “Scott, you’re telling me you can’t smell the sexual ten-”

“OKAY, we’ll be leaving now. Lydia, thank you for having us-”

“And thank you for the liquor we’re seriously regretting right now.” You finish the farewell for Stiles, grabbing your things and headed out the door before any of them can protest.

“See you at home!” Scott yells out, still finding the situation between his best friends hilarious.

“And always use protect-” Isaac’s voice is cut off when Stiles slams the front door behind him, the both of you trudging towards the jeep. The boy letting out another groan and pinching his nose when you pull the door shut a little too hard, loud noise ringing in his ears.

You fumble through the glove compartment when he pulls out of the long driveway and towards the road, satisfied when you find a spare pair of sunglasses under a pile of crumpled papers.

“You keep this up and I won’t have any more clothes.”

“To be fair, you insisted I put this on.” You argue, referring to the cotton shirt wrapped around you. “How much do you remember of last night anyway?” He chuckles at your question, rubbing his hand over his jaw in contemplation.

“Geez, well there was truth or dare with everyone. They turned in early and you and I hung outside a bit longer. I was...Looking for food in the kitchen and there was dnacing? And I’m pretty sure there was a bathroom involved.”

“You may or may not have puked in Lydia’s sink.” Stiles slaps a hand over his face at your words, laughing along with you when he sees your amusement in his new-found knowledge.

“I’m so sorry, was I a total pain?”

Of course not! You only confessed your love to me like you were expressing a new hobby in which you now have no recollection of.

“Nah, I helped you clean up and then we went to bed. Besides, you’ve taken care of my drunk ass plenty of times.” He observes you in small glances he can get between looking at the road. You seem as though you’re holding back.

To be honest, you were a bit frustrated. On one hand, you could just be honest with him and explain hat he’d said. But he was wasted, and it felt wrong to confess for him. Besides, if he wanted to act on his feelings he would have. And that definitely hurt, but it probably meant he had the same concerns as you. Being best friends made this shit complicated. With everything going on in this town, you had a lot of responsibilities to withhold. You couldn’t afford to lose each other. Ironically, you loved each other too much to risk starting a relationship.

“Sti, you just passed my neighborhood.”

“Yeah. It’s still early and I’m not waiting for this hangover to pass alone. We’re going to my place.”

“Star Wars and pizza?”

“Star Wars and pizza.”

*********

“I’m just saying, the amount of accidental incest in medi is actually uncanny.”

“You bring this up every time we watch A New Hope.”

“I know, but seriously!” He shuffles on his bed, pushing away the pizza box with only a few pieces of crust remaining inside. “Just like that movie you’re always making me watch. The one with the girl and her step-brother.”

“Hey! I told you, Clueless is so much better when you pretend Josh is just a family friend!”

“But we shouldn’t have to pretend it wasn’t originally written about two step siblings falling in love. I mean, what kind of trope is that?”

“Fair enough, I guess old rich white men all have a thing for their siblings.”

“Gross, I’m officially grossed out.” When your laughter settles down, Stiles starts to mess with his fingers. Looking between you and his lap as if debating with his next words.

“Listen, are you sure I didn’t...Say anything last night?” You shift uncomfortably under his gaze, figuring you could at least tell your own truth without completely exposing his.

“Stiles, we were both pretty drunk. I don’t know, I guess something could have happened?”

“How do you mean?” You’re unsettled with how awkward this has all become. But it’s not like this could keep going unsaid. It was too much of a weight to be concealing all of this from him. Stiles was the person you went to for a good vent, and you can’t really vent to your best friend about...Well, being in love with your best friend.

“I may have possibly, maybe asked you to kiss me. And you might have thrown up right after the offer.” His eyes bulge in surprise, and you cover your face with a strained cry at the confession. “It’s your fault for asking!” You whine, instantly regretting saying anything in the first place. This was dumb, you were totally dumb, and no you looked like a complete fool, all because of stupid Stiles.

“Hey.” His voice is soft when he pulls your hands down, mischievous smirk utterly confusing you. “Truth or dare?”

“You do remember! You asshole!” You shout instantly, slapping at his chest as he laughs.

“Woah, woah wait. I may have remembered a bit more than I mentioned in the car. But how was I supposed to know you actually wanted to kiss me or if it was the tequila talking? I figured maybe if you told me the truth, then I’d know if you really meant it.” You stare at him blankly, not nearly as amused as he is.

“If it’s any consolation, you look really cute when you’re pissed at me.”

“Charming, Stilinksi. Do you happen to remember the part where your blacked out ass gave an entire monologue about how in love with me you are? And how sorry you were that you didn't kiss-” With that, he takes hod of the side of your face and connects your lips to his Finally releasing whatever tension that’s been building for agonizing months. It’s nice, really nice, but he’s not getting away that easy. You smack his chest again, fighting the urge to pull him back into you when you observe how flushed he looks.

“Ow, stop hitting me! I had to do something, you were embarrassing me!”

“Good! I’m glad you feel a smidge of what I do, Romeo. You’re just gonna kiss me?”

“I’m sorry, should I not have? Did I totally just misread that?”

“N-no. I mean, I wanted to kiss you. But I figured the only reason you hadn’t said something sooner...Or sober, was because you were afraid of what I was afraid of. With all the shit we go through, I wouldn’t ever want to jeopardize our friendship.” He’s silent at that, trying to find a way in which to convey his thoughts.

“Y/n, we’re a part of the pack. Nothing can break that bond. No matter what, you’re my best friend first. Whatever shit come our way next, we’ll know how to handle it together, like we always do. Besides, if I ever hurt you Scott and Isaac would make sure I never saw the light of day again.” You chuckle softly at his words, feeling a weight you hadn’t known was there lifted off your shoulders.

“I think this is the part where you ask the final truth or dare.”

“Well, I would dare you to kiss me, but you have to promise you wont puke again.”

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Psychic Wedding Time!

Art by @/cowboyologist

After months of holding back, we finally tied the ole knot! Me and the conman are officially hitched today September 10, 2021!

This silly little blonde anime man means an awful lot to me and its really more than I can say. These months with him have been a great help.

When I went through some of the roughest things I've ever gone through, I had him to think about for comfort. He is a little part in what keeps me going and I wish I could thank him for everything. He sparks a lot of joy so I think I'm gonna keep him!

I've never been happier and I'm so lucky to call him husband! He's had such a positive impact and I love him so, so much.

Special thank you to my friends and of course our son Mob who carried the rings!

Under the cut is a little fic about getting ready for the wedding. Thanks everyone for your support!

Reigen squinted at his reflection, dark eyes hauntingly focused on a strand of hair that didn't take to the product he put in it. A grunt of dismay rumbled low in his throat.

"Um…Reigen?"

"Just a second, Serizawa. Almost got it."

The taller man's voice wavered but he managed to hold fast and keep his confidence. Reigen could almost hear his hands wringing.

"Er...Well. Its just...you've been staring at yourself for a little over 20 minutes now and you haven't moved and…"

Reigen sucked his teeth and pressed his palm firmly to the side of his head. Damned strand of hair! Slick like the rest of it! Don't you know know day it is?!

"What I mean is..! Are you alright?" Serizawa finally asked, his voice heavy with concern. "Since it's your wedding and all I figured you'd be nervous but you seem really on edge. Is something bothering you?"

The blonde twitched.

"W...what are you talking about? Of course not! I'm calm and-" He stopped abruptly and slammed his hands flat on either side of the mirror, his eyes wide and bloodshot upon inspection of his suit. A fleck of black thread pervaded his white vest and he looked around frantically for the lint roller. "You thought you could hide but you can't best Reigen Arataka." He muttered as he furiously went over his all but pristine wedding attire.

His best man scratched his own cheek nervously and looked on with clear uncertainty. "If you're sure."

Once he was satisfied after a thorough inspection and having Serizawa scrutinize the back, he dropped into a chair. Nearby was a table decorated in what was probably a thousand congratulatory flowers from clients. He exhaled and stared a hole into the arrangement of colors. His heart was pounding. His brow, coupled with his hands, were visibly slick with chilled sweat. His stomach was full of stones.

He met his own gaze in the mirror again. He looked well kept and yet...disheveled at the same time. Come to think of it, his face was flushed the shade of his usual pink tie. The last 3 days without sleep also hollowed out dark circles under his eyes. His shirt collar began to feel more and more constricting as time went on no matter how much he tugged on it.

Maybe he really was scared.

He didn't doubt that he loved Mitty. In fact, he wanted to be with him more than anyone. A case of cold feet wouldn't change that. It was himself he was wrestling with here.

Spirits, monsters, and deadly espers. He'd faced them all and came out on top. But they were nothing compared to these looming expectations to be a person to rely on. This wasn't something he could bullshit his way through. This was marriage. Mitty was going to see the warted underbelly of when he was Reigen the man instead of Reigen the psychic. His fiancé was going to experience sides of him he only revealed when he was alone. Would he still like him even then?

Reigen was good at a lot of things but this had to be the one that counted most. Could he really be a good partner forever?

Was he really going to cut it as a husband?

"Hey, Serizawa?" Reigen asked, not looking at him.

The man's shoulders lurched at his name suddenly being called. He straightened his back. "Oh! Yes sir?"

"Do you think we'll be good together?"

Silence sat heavily for a moment. Every second felt longer than the last.

His friend seemed taken aback by the question but nonetheless looked at the ceiling as though collecting the right words to answer. "Well…"

Another moment passed and Reigen waited with his hands clasped and breath baited.

"I've never been with anyone so I can't say for certain what a good relationship is but," A compassionate smile spread across the esper's face before he continued, visibly more sure of his words. "I think you and Mr. Mitty understand each other. You always seem to know what the other is thinking. You motivate each other to be better and you seem happy when you're together. And...and you trust each other too. And I think that's whats important."

Reigen looked at the velveted floor. "Then…"

"You've become more honest by being with him and he talks like you're really important to him. So please...get married if it makes you both happy! I think you can really be something!" His friend was beaming with

what Reigen could only say was genuine assurance.

"I really believe you'll take care of each other."

His co-worker actually really was resourceful. Maybe someday he ought to pay him more. The uncomfortable feelings waned slightly and his shoulders slowly slacked. Mitty was waiting for him so now wasn't the time to lose it.

After a few seconds of letting his feelings iron themselves out, he stood and smoothed his hands over his suit jacket. "Well alright then. If thats what you think then I guess there's no backing out of this one."

Serizawa pressed his hands together in delight. "YES! I've got your back, Reigen!"

The door into the hallway opened and a set of black eyes peered into the room. "Master, It's starting. Are you coming?"

The jarring announcement had him scrambling to fix the piece of hair he'd been fussing with.

"OF COURSE." He jabbed his thumb into his own chest to feign total confidence. "Right behind you, Mob!"

He held his breath. Alright, let's do this.

Mitty POV

Teal eyes darted around the room carefully.

"Hey...Dimple? You there?"

The whizzing of the spirit materializing buzzed next to his ear.

"Yeah whaddya want? You're on soon, aren't you?"

Mitty jabbed his right hook into the air where the voice was coming from. "AGH WHAT THE HELL?"

A swift flash of green dodged his reach.

"HEY, why are you hitting me?! You asked for ME, remember?" The ghost clucked his tongue in disapproval and floated a few inches away for safety.

"WELL MATERIALIZE WHERE I CAN SEE YOU, YOU BIG BOOGER! I'm on edge!"

"On edge? What for? You're the one who wanted this, right?"

"W..well….yeah, sorry." He looked at his clenched fist and opened it. "...sorry." He said again more thoughtfully this time.

Dimple raised a spectral eyebrow. "Whats wrong? Having second thoughts? I mean it's Reigen so who can blame ya."

Mitty scowled while straightening his tie in the mirror. "Hey! REIGEN'S…." His voice softened closer to a whisper. "A pretty good guy. Get off my case. Aren't you supposed to be my support? You're being kinda harsh!"

"Well kid, something is obviously on your mind so let's hear it. Wedding starts soon right? Yeesh. Once you do all this he's your problem forever."

"I'm not worried about him!! I'm more worried about...me."

"About you? What're you talkin' about?! You're too good for him!"

"Thanks for the flattery. You still can't have my body though."

"Well I didn't want it anyways, ya bastard. You're weak compared to Shigeo. I'm just being honest here!"

Silence.

"So? Out with it, What did you want anyways? You're talking nonsense here!"

Mitty wrinkled his nose in discomfort. "I just needed to ask something. But you can't run your mouth off like you always do, you old gossip. You're like a knitting circle."

"TCH. like I'd blabber your business to someone. It's all so boring."

"Yeah, yeah just listen, alright?!"

Another few seconds passed. "So? Say it. We don't have all day, you know."

He was looking at his hands again like he was somewhere far off. "Well. D...D'you think I'll be good at this?"

"Good at what, exactly?"

"Being married."

Dimple's form rippled with thought. "You're seriously worried about that?"

Mitty was going to make a sharp remark but his head dropped and his face buried into his knuckles. "Yeah."

Dimple deflated slightly in exasperated defeat. Humans could be so ignorant.

"Listen. That fraud never shuts up about you. You think you're not good enough? You should hear him talk. It's annoying how you both don't realize things."

"Realize things?"

He sighed and shrugged his tiny arms. "I hear everything whether you like it or not. You two idiots never stop talking and moaning about the other is too good for the other. It's getting old, really."

"HUH? He says that? No way! But he's always beaten me at everything! I always thought he was way out of my league."

"Kinda the opposite actually but...sure. What I'm saying is…! You're both seeing the best parts of each other. Keep doing that and it'll be smooth sailing."

"Yeah but...what if he stops seeing the best in me?'

"You planning on making things hard?"

"Not really. I just know I can be difficult to deal with."

"So is he. You really think you got this far because Reigen's all roses and sunshine? 'Course not. You've seen all the stuff he does and you still like him, right?"

He certainly was flawed, that was for sure. Mitty spent most of Reigen's antics with his eyes rolled up in his head but that didn't mean he wasn't enjoying the moment either.

"Right."

"Then it's the same for him. Sure it won't always be fun but that phoney won't give up on you just because you're annoying. He's way too persistent. It kind of ticks me off."

I'm annoying??? That stung but he shook it off.

Reigen was going to have to deal with him for the rest of his life once they said the right words. But if Dimple was right...would it be so bad to annoy each other for the rest of their lives if the other was willing to put up with it?

Reigen seemed okay with it so far. Mitty would just have to listen to him make a fuss about his coffee table clutter until he died. But really, he wouldn't have that any other way. His voice was kind of cute when he hit that inhuman octave he had when he was in disbelief.

The door from the hall swung open and a blond clad in what was perhaps the most blinding and loud suit he had ever seen poked his head in.

"Oh, You're still in here? It's bad luck to be late on your wedding day! Master Reigen is waiting. " He cocked his head to the side. "Or did you need some help with your suit? Its looking a little plain."

Hanazawa. This kid would try to accessorize his suit in the worst way possible. He put up his hands to wave him off.

"N-nah, kiddo that's alright. I'll be right there."

Hanazawa, after a few more attempts to get Mitty to let him help retreated back into the hallway. When it was quiet again he eyed Dimple. He was abrasive and unpleasant. He always had a motive for everything and rarely had something nice to say.

But he came through when it mattered.

"Hey Dimple?"

"Yeah? What is it?"

"Thanks."

Dimple wouldn't meet his eyes and levitated towards the hall. He didn't want to acknowledge he was helping, he supposed. It was in character for that tsundere blob.

"You ought to get out of here now if you wanna make it on time."

He stood and dusted himself off.

"Welp. Here goes everything."

#i only have access to mobile so the format for everything is so ugly but HIIII ITS MARRIAGE TIME #i wanna write a fic of the actual wedding or what it entails later.#thanks for letting me be cringe #to any non selfship blogs that might be seeing this i am so sorry #I'll show the rings i had made later!!!#wedding mentions

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