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gay-wh0re-slut · 6 months

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Hiii congratulations on 200 followers! could you write something like the reader and Rhea date, and the reader gets very jealous of the interactions between Rhea and Cathy Kelley, ending fluffy or smut or both lol it's up to your preference 💜

thank you so much!!! i’ve noticed you liking and reblogging a bunch of my stuff and i couldn’t thank you, enough it means so much to me 🩷

but this seems like a fun thing to write and we’ll definitely see where this takes me when we get to the ending haha

after writing: this is a bit short :/ but i hope you like it

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rhea x fem!reader

content: a bit of angst, a bit of fluff

“The honorary member of the judgment day,” the group would call you. You were almost always with Rhea at the shows because you loved seeing everything behind the scenes. The crew didn’t mind much because you kept to yourself and didn’t mess anything up, plus they liked seeing Rhea happy.

You were chilling in the Judgment Days locker room with Dom and Rhea before the other two got there. You were talking about random things and how Dom liked the chicken tenders bit the fans had and what was going on for the night.

Rhea got a text, “Cathy needs me, love, I’ll be back soon,” the australian kissed you before she stood.

“Do you know what she needs?” you were worried.

“Just a tiktok,” she cupped your face with both hands, “It won’t take a long, promise,” she smiled. “Dom!” she pointed at him, “tell her about that one thing,” as she laughed her way out of the judgment day’s locker room.

“Oh yeah!” he laughed with her.

“Okay so,” he started, he tried his best to get it out without laughing again, “Cathy said ‘hey come make a tiktok with me later’ to Rhea and but Rey was standing right there and he said ‘me?’ and Cathy said ‘never in a million years old man’ and he was furious!” he laughed again.

You giggled with him, but you didn’t find it as funny as they did because something else was on your mind.

He finally stopped laughing and caught his breath, “so what have you been up to?” he asked.

“Oh, uh nothing much,” you really didn’t have much going on, you were always with Rhea or at work. “I do have a question though.”

“Sure, what’s up?”

“Does… this is so stupid, but does Cathy have a crush on Rhea?” you wrung your hands as you tried not to sound too jealous.

“What? No, never. They’re just good friends and play it up for the fans, Rhea would never leave you or cheat on you or anything, she loves you too much,” he had a sincere tone, he could tell you were upset.

“She’s just always asking to do something with her and- I don’t know it just… I don’t know,” you were picking at the skin around your nails.

He got up and sat next to you, “hey, don’t worry, I promise. Never in a million years would she leave you. She talks about you all the time, I’ve never seen her so happy,” he wrapped his arm around your shoulders and gave a slight squeeze.

You easily gave into it, you let out a big sigh, “okay, thank you,” as you gave him a weak smile.

“You know what,” he stood holding out his hand, “let’s go watch them, maybe she’ll ask us to be in it too.”

You grabbed his hand and he led you out of the locker room.

“Hey Mami!” he shouted as you got closer to them.

“We’re almost done, everything alright?” Rhea seemed worried.

“Yeah! We just wanted to watch you,” he played it off.

You nodded your head in agreement smiling at your girlfriend but shot a look towards the other woman.

“Well, I’m nervous now,” Cathy laughed.

“Oh please,” Rhea laughed with her.

You and Dom sat on some rolling cases that were strewn backstage as you watched them do the same lines over and over to get the right take. You smiled and laughed silently not wanting to mess it up for them. Rhea kept giving you looks of endearment every now and then, but Cathy kept pulling her attention away from you.

They finally finished, “Sorry that took so long, guys,” Cathy said, “you two made me nervous,” she pointed at you and Dom as she playfully leaned on Rhea, giggling.

“All good,” you said smiling but you were a bit upset about this whole interaction.

“C’mon baby,” a familiar tattooed hand reached out to you as her eyes caught yours, she could tell something was up.

You accepted and walked with her, following where ever she went. She led you to the hallway behind the Judgment Day’s locker room, “are you okay?”

You looked at the floor, “yeah,” you didn’t sound too convincing.

She picked your chin up, “no… I can tell something’s up, what’s wrong?”

You started to tear up but you didn’t let them fall, and the lump in your throat was definitely there, “nothing!” You realized how mean you sounded so you fixed your tone, “nothing, I’m okay.”

“You’re lying,” she was trying her best not to get angry at your tone, but her grip was tightening on your chin ever so slowly, “what’s. wrong?”

“I don’t want to talk about it right now,” you said weakly.

She loosened her grip and cupped your cheek, rubbing your face with her thumb, “that’s fine, but we are going to talk about it later. You know I don’t like seeing you upset.”

“I know and we will, just not right now,” you placed your hand on hers, “I have to work it out myself, first.”

“Okay,” she gave you a small smile, “I love you.”

“I love you too.”

She gave you a small kiss, “Damian should be back by now, want to go back in?”

You nodded your head as you followed her in.

The night came and went and you were finally heading back home. You had helped your girlfriend pack her things and put them in the truck before she drove the two of you back.

You rested your head on your hand on the middle console, dozing off so she didn’t bother you much on the ride home. Her free hand was gently placed on your thigh the whole way, sometimes gliding it up and down to make sure you knew she was there.

Once inside and after saying hello to the animals, “I think I’m ready to talk about it,” you said plopping yourself on the couch.

She followed and sat down next to you, “go ahead, baby,” she said as she propped her elbow on the back of the couch facing you.

“Okay,” you took a deep breath, “I don’t like…well, I-” you had all this time but you still couldn’t think of the right words to say.

She let you work it out and placed her hand on your knee as she watched you plan your words.

“I think Cathy likes you a little too much,” you finally say.

“I don’t think so,” she scoffed.

“I do, that’s why I was upset earlier. She’s pulls you away for forever, it seems like, and you barely have time to be around me, or the boys for that matter,” the words spilled out of you. “I feel as though that every time I’m around, she pulls you away for some post or tiktok just to get you away from me.”

“I don’t think that was her intention, love,” her voice was calm.

“And the way she touched you when she knew I was watching, ooh I almost jumped her,” your heart rate spiked as it replayed in you head.

“Woah now, I think you’re overthinking it, she’s a touchy person, she does that with everyone,” she was trying to play devils advocate but it wasn’t going too well.

“Not that I’ve seen!”

“I promise there is absolutely nothing going on between me and her,” both of her hands were now on your legs pushing into you to make her point more believable.

“Promise?” you put your hands on hers as you grimaced.

“One hundred percent,” her icy blue eyes stared into yours, “on Barry’s life.”

“Aw don’t bring him into this,” you watched as his ears perked up.

“Sorry bro,” she said to him, “But seriously I promise,” she smiled back at you.

“Okay,” you sighed with relief, “but the next time she touches you a little too friendly, I’m gonna-”

“Hey there, tough guy,” she held your hands from balling into fists, “don’t worry about her anymore and let’s take this energy out somewhere else, yeah?” she winked at you.

“Oh? What did you have in mind?” you smiled knowing her answer already.

“Why don’t you come and find out?” she stood as she used her finger to tell you to follow her to the bedroom.

#rhea ripley #wwe #rhea ripley x reader

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riririkinzi · 7 months

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GOLDEN HORIZONS AND BOLD TIDES

Hey guys! You remember my update about my Goldenheart Little mermaid fic that's been discontinued because I don't like the summary I made and that I'm gonna rewrite it in a different plot? Well I am while collabing with @long-distance-muse we've come up with some HC/Summary and stuff before the actuall fic cause why not (＾＾)人(＾＾)

HERE ARE SOME HEADCANONS/SUMMARY

• Valerin Adopted Bal when he was 2 years old, since his parents were killed that time and the incident gave him a scar on his face which makes him a prince of the merfolk kingdom

• Bal is a curious mer since forever, quite and shy yet he had an enchanting voice that would make anyone fall for him.

• Valerin would often tell stories of the world above from her point of view cause she knew how curious Bal is, and he loves hearing them.

• Merfolks below 16 are allowed to go above the surface if their acompanied by anyone above 16 which is the age of their adulthood.

• A merfolks life span is up to 300 years but when a human and a mers lips joined together for the first time, a mers lifespan would be cut into 200 and the human's lifespan would be the same.

• Merfolks would began to age really slowly when they reach 20 and so would a human if the 2 would kiss.

• When merfolks die their body dissolves into seafoam after their last breath and left what they last wore during their deaths.

• Bal own a garden where his most colorful flowers are gathered together of a circle like the sun.

• When Bal was 13 the noticed the guards brought home a statue of a young man around his age or maybe a year older and it was a head till it's chest.

• Bal somehow was mesmerized by it's young and handsome face, so he ask Valerin to keep the staue as a display for his garden and placed it in the center of the flowerbed and stare at it all day.

• Bal was also known for staring above, when the seas were calm, he would perch himself on a rock and stare upward for hours, watching the dim and distant star, lost in his own thoughts.

• On his 16th birthday the first thing he saw were the fireworks blasting off with different bright colors and stars in the sky so he sat on the nearest rock to gaze at it all night till the morning.

• A while after that night he found Nimona when she was in their shark form when he was collecting human items and together they would explore shipwrecks for human items.

• Nimona could have been adopted but prefer to be his Ward and Bal just accepts it.

• Nimona's still a shapeshifter and mistreated but the humans so she fled to the sea and decided to have her signature form as a mershark.

• At the age of 20, when Bal and Nimona went to the surface he spotted a ship with so many lights and music playing with the fireworks launching at the sky.

• Bal and Nimona reached the lifeboats to get a closer look, and from Bal's pov, he was amazed from the sight, so much joy, laughter, lanters glowing bright and music playing beautifuly with crafted instruments, and people were celebrating.

• But what caught his attention was him, Ambrosius, a Noble from a long bloodline of Knights, the center of attention and the man from his statue that must have grown.

• His heart was fluttered for he could not take his eyes of Ambrosius not even Nimona's voice can stop him.

• Soon a great big storm came, damaging everything from the ship, people panicked as Bal and Nimona got off the boats cause the humans are about to escape.

• Ambro wasn't able to reach the surface as he was drowning, Bal knew he was gonna die and had to save him and swim as fast as he can.

• The storm had calm while sun rose at it's peak, as Bal place Ambro laying down on the sand.

• For a moment Bal couldn't help but gaze at Ambro, his scaley hand carrassing his strong strucured face.

• He slowly placed a soft kiss in his forehead, breathing as Ambro had slowly opened his heavy eyelids halfway through but closes them again.

• Suddenly Bal heard footsteps of running and some shouting, meaning humans are coming so he heads back to the water as fast as he could and hid himself behind the rock.

• As the humans ran towards Ambro, they immediently carried his unconcoius body as Bal watches over while hiding.

• As he swam back to the sea, he couldn't stop thinking about the night he saved Ambro, how he first caught an eye on him and gaze into him.

• Every night he swims to the same shore where he dropped him off, sat on the rock on the shore, watches over Ambro sitting on the balcony as the moon shines bright, wandering on who saved him.

• He was desperate to tell Ambro that it was Bal who saved him and desperate to become human.

• He had no choice but to seek the sea witch as Nimona carefully and quietly follows him.

• Once he enters it's home, the seawitch didn't show her face but only it's eyes and tentacles.

• Bal asked and begged the witch to become human and so the witch agrees to do so.

• She warns him that if he gains true loves kiss with Ambro, before the morning after a year of being human, he'll have the ability to become human and merman anytime he wants, but if he doesn't he'll die and turns into seafoam.

• She also warns him that every step he takes would feel like he's walking on knives and broken glass.

• The seawitch reminds him that her offer isn't free since he must pay the price and that price would be 2 things he owns: his Arm and his tounge.

• So Bal accepts the offer as he lets the witch cuts his arm off and his tounge with her tentacles.

• After giving his tounge and arm to the seawitch, she immediently gathered everything to make the potion.

• Before handed the bottle to Bal once she's done, she also reminded him that he has to drink it on land before sunrise, and once he drinks it he'll feel the pain as if a swords pierce right through his body.

• Once Bal left the seawitch with the bottle he held onto, Nimona swam towards him begging him not to do this cause she doesn't want to lose him, his kissed her forehead and continues to swam up to the surface.

• Once he reaches the land, while the moon is at it's peak, he instantly drank the potion till it's empty, he groaned as if a knife plunged through him then his body collapsed as everything went to darkness.

• When Bal wakes up, the first thing he saw was Ambro looking at him, asking his name, and if he's alright, but since Bal couldn't speak, he stayed silent.

• Bal is taken in by an enchanted Ambrosius who feels a strange inclination to the mysterious stranger.

• He gets cleaned up and dressed in finery, which is when Nimona sneaks in and chews him out since Queen Valerin is worried and they’re mad that he just left them despite her asking not to leave them too (could be used to set up conflict on a sequel) but they ultimately understand how love can make people do stupid things so she lends her help as long as Bal doesn’t do anything stupid like turn into seafoam.

• In his rooms which Ambro gave Bal to rest in, he was trying to practice walking, it was hard and painful at first due to the seawitch's warning, but he learns to get ignore her and gotten used to walking more.

• Bal haves dinner with Ambs and they get to know each other better. Ambs starts theorizing that Bal might be royal because of his etiquette, wit and hopes so cause he down bad right now.

• The next day, they go on a date in the village, and they accidentally cause a scene where Bal’s feet hurt too much that he collapses and Ambs catches him. But that makes the hood he wears fall down, revealing that the noble was in town with a stranger.

• This makes it to the director, who is a guest who was staying with the insistence of Amb’s parents to help them set him up for a political marriage that would increase their political power while making Ambs happy. But the director just wanted another noble in the palm of her hands.

• For almost a year, the Director starts sabotaging their hangouts and tries to constantly embarrass Bal to the point that he is ‘commoner’, there are rare times that her plan worked but most of them didn't.

• Nimona catches on to her plan and informs Bal, who goes toe to toe with the director in the court.

• Ambs sees Bal in his element, and realizes that it was Bal who saved him from the storm, he wants to marry him whether he’s a noble or a commoner.

• Director realizes that the stranger is more of a threat than she realizes, so she switches tactics and instead of trying to chase him out, resolves to kill him.

• Nim, Bal, and Ambs notice and react differently. Nim tries to find a solution to bring Bal back to the sea where he’s safer. Bal starts second guessing because of one trap where Nimona got hurt in. and Ambrosius realizes that the person he loves is in danger and resolves to confront and stop the director before she kills him.

• Ambs confronts the director and is backed into a corner of either he marries the woman she arranges for him or his lover dies and he agrees to save Bal, and Bal overhears that Ambs agreed to marry another and is heartbroken.

• Looking for Nimona to make sure they go back safely and to turn into seafoam from despair.

• For the afternoon till sunset, he sat on a rock at the shore thinking about his death, and for the first time now as a human, tears from his eyes had shed down through his face from all the pain and suffering he's in, all of those sacrifices for nothing.

• Nimona finds Ballister in tears, learns about what happened, and shows him the dagger that she trades her hair for the seawitch, and tells him that he can return to a merman if he just draws Amb’s blood.

• Bal is conflicted but he doesn’t wanna leave Nimona alone with all the hair they have given up for (cause death is significantly harder to arrange visits for) and hides the dagger under his pillow.

• Ambs bursts in, sees Nimona and Bal, Nimona shifts and hides behind Bal and Ambs is afraid. Now Bal realizes he truly has to pick between the sea and land.

• Bal shields Nimona behind him and approaches Ambs, hugging him sadly before leading him to his bed. He beckons Nimona closer.

• Nimona explains situation, Ambs shares his side, lovers realize they can’t be together and Ambs takes the knife and lightly drags it over his heart, just enough to cause blood to spill on Bal.

• Bal faints from the pain of transforming again then lands on Amb's arms, he carries his body to the sea, where Queen Valerin waits for them after Nimona spilled the beans.

• Bal spent the next few weeks in his room in sadness thinking how he never got to say goodbye to Ambro, that 2 worlds can't be together, and most importantly that he trade his tounge, his arm for nothing, forever will he spent the rest of his 300 years of living in silence, but alteast he'll keep his memories of him.

• Valerin ensuing shovel talk and slight respect for the human who cared enough for her son to agree to a loveless marriage.

• Not only Ambro's parents find out the Director's plan but also that Bal was a merman and it was him that saved Ambro, and gave him their blessings immediently.

• Ambs sets Bal down and kisses him on the lips, magic sparkles, Bal got his voice back and finally can now be human-merman.

• Val is impressed by the power of their love and grants Ambs the power to turn into a merman, his life span would extend into 200 years with Bal and offers them to wed in the oceanic courts.

• They wed, kiss, all the wedding night stuff if you’re into that and officially adopt Nimona.

• Head back to land the next day to a fuming Director, shows off the wedding rings, Queen Val shows up in her ocean queen glory and demands the director’s arrest for threatening her heir.

The redesign of Merman Bal is coming soon along with some art and more. But right now enjoy on this list that me and the amazing @long-distance-muse made together

(This is a mixture of the Hans Christian Anderson, Disney and some little inspiration of @mvjerbs Prince Ballister AU)

#ballister boldheart #nimona #ambrolister #ballister blackheart #ballister x ambrosius #ballsius #goldenheart #little mermaid #au #mermaid #merman

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drabblesandimagines · 1 year

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Congrats on 200 🎉🎉 I got here through Kitty, but I'm staying for everything else. As for the prompt maybe LoZ, Link x reader, 8, dusk? Can't wait to see more of your writing!

Oh, thanks, anon! So glad to see you stick around :) Lil' drabble for you - hope you enjoy! Link x reader (established relationship) 8. "They won’t take you away from me ever again.” -

You don’t know how long you’d been there. You’d had an awareness of the passage of time since the beginning of your captivity, but not in designated segments such as day or night from the confines of your cell. It’s dark and dreary and cold – underground. Food had never been on offer, but once every so often a footsoldier came in with an oilskin full of water, yanking your head back by your hair and forcing it down your throat, doing the bare minimum to keep you alive.

Your wrists ached, chained above your head as if you were ever much of a threat. Your lip had been split in the scuffle and aching ribs from a kick or two… They hadn’t been delicate in their capture of you, despite always having the upper hand. You’d been in your beloved kitchen, brewing tea when there’d came a great thunderous crack as the door had been kicked down and a group of towering figures, dressed in red and black with a horrifying mask adorned with an eye swarmed in, blades raised, hands grabbing for you. You’d tried desperately to keep out of their grip, scrambling up on the counter, ready to hurl yourself out of the window in the hopes of something, but all that had resulted in was your jaw being smashed upon the counter, the blood bright red against the wood…

You hope Link didn’t see the stain, that he just saw the disarray of the place when he got back and knew something was wrong.

Muffled words penetrate the fogginess of your mind – your gaze hazily rests on your lap. At some point, you’d noticed the rusty blood stains upon your white floral embroidered tunic, one of your favourites. It’s been too hard to keep your head upright recently. You’d tried to keep a steely gaze in front of you, waiting for a flash of blonde and blue, but it had become harder. There’s a loud metallic clang and your wrists fall down into your lap – the sensation is odd, like your arms want to float back up. There’s a hand on your chin, gentle, tilting it up. Through blurred vision, you recognise the concerned blue eyes staring intensely at you, his mouth is moving but the words don’t make sense. There’s fresh blood splattered across his face, dark circles under his eyes but a tentative smile on his lips. You lean into his touch, though something doesn’t feel quite right… or maybe it's that you don’t. Is it a hallucination? Are you about to die?

“Link…” your voice hoarse from non-use, seeking confirmation. An arm hooks around your back, another under your legs and as you’re picked up, the world goes black.

Something is being wrapped around your wrist as consciousness returns. You try to roll away, wanting to return to the comfort of sleep but firm hands push down on your shoulders gently to hold you in place.

“Easy. You’re safe now, my love.”

Your eyes snap open – if you weren’t being held down you know you would’ve flung your body upright too. Link is kneeling besides you, still looking weary but the blood is now dried onto his skin, almost like face paint. In what appears to be a makeshift campsite, there are bandages and pots of salve to his side and a fire crackling a few metres away in the early evening light – the air smells of the stewing apples. Whenever you were sick, he’d always make them as a gentle meal in the hopes of getting you to eat something.

“Am I dreaming?”

“No.” He releases your shoulders and shuffles behind before he helps you to sit upright, supporting you with his torso, his legs slipping either side. You’re grateful – the upward motion has sent your head spinning again. He presses a long kiss upon your head and his hands wrap gently around your stomach, grasping the fabric of your tunic. “It has felt like a nightmare to me, though, as I’m sure it has for you.”

“Who were they?” You hadn’t recognised your kidnappers, nor had they ever revealed any information about themselves.

“The Yiga Clan. Despite their dwindling numbers, they held quite a grudge against me.”

“Held?”

He doesn’t hear, or maybe he chooses not to answer. “You trust me, don’t you, my love?” He slides his hand over your own, squeezing it gently.

“Of course.”

“I promise they won’t take you away from me ever again.” There’s finality in his tone and perhaps if you weren’t still a little light-headed, you might’ve noticed that his other hand grips your tunic a little too tight, that he squeezes your hand a little too firm this time, that there’s a dark edge to his voice when he uttered the phrase.

Instead, you sink back into his lap and exhale.

Masterlist . Requests welcome . Ko-fi Details for my event celebrating 200 followers.

#ghostdogwrites #loz fanfic #link x reader #link x you #possessive link

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come-on-shitty-boys · 3 months

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// The Rules of K. Ink. inked 03. //

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*The nature of this series may be not be appropriate for all readers. Content warnings include: vulgarity, heavy swearing, and implications of adult relations. Due to these themes, this series may not be suitable for readers under the age of 16. Reader discretion is advised.*

Kuroo Tetsurou knew he made a mistake when you came waltzing in with that cocky grin plastered on your face. He was hoping that, at the very least, you would have some humility with the situation, but you just proceeded to sidle right up next to him at the counter, eyes trained up at him as if you were the one giving him the opportunity of his dreams.

“Well, well, alley cat. I had a feeling that you wouldn’t be able to resist me,” you say low and smooth, the corner of your mouth twitching up into a teasing smirk.

He could already feel the steady drum of a headache settling in behind his temple and he had a sneaky suspicion that it wouldn’t be going away anytime soon. His bright eyes blinked slowly, almost unamused, before he pushed away from the counter, walking off further into the shop leaving you behind.

“If you’re going to work with me, kid, you better learn to move those damn legs,” he shouts, leaving you to scramble in an effort to catch up to him. This was everything that you’ve been hoping for ever since you first stumbled across his Instagram feed all those years ago. He had just been starting, no more than 200 followers and maybe a dozen likes on his posts, but the talent and the seeming mastery of the craft was all there, even if he was only 20. His page had grown with him as an artist and you had been right there every step of the way, admiring from afar, picking up his techniques and incorporating them into your own work. He was, to put it simply, your biggest inspiration, your push in the right direction.

You clutched the strap of your bag. It had been in the back of your car, waiting patiently for the call that you knew was coming. Sketchbook, pens, pencils, inks of various colors, everything that you could possibly need to make the most out of your tattoo artist apprenticeship. You felt like a kid wandering around a toy store. Frames upon frames of artwork were displayed in the front window of the shop, each piece signed with an extravagant ‘KT’ in the bottom corner. Paintings of various sizes littered the walls depicting various landscapes and buildings, each one seeming to carry an essence of home between the brush strokes. It has you slowing to a stop, leaning in close for a better view at all of the tiny individual shapes that pulled the full picture together.

“Did you make these?”

“Rule number one. Don’t ask pointless questions. You’re here to learn, not uncover my life story.” Kuroo doesn’t even bother to look back at you. He just pushes open a door to a small supply closet, taking something down from a shelf. His smile was almost too kind when he turned back to you, but his eyes didn’t carry that same sentiment. They were almost cruel, narrowed to a point that you could barely make out any color at all. “Welcome to K. Ink. It is K dot Ink and you will call it as such.”

“But your sign says-”

“I know what it says!”

“And your instagr-”

“K.Ink was taken!”

“So you chose k-”

“Rule number two! Do not call my shop or anything associated with it Kink! Now, I have some work to finish, so I can’t deal with you right now. Bokuto took a massive shit earlier and now the bathroom fucking reeks, so I’m going to need you to take care of that for me. Unfortunately, our toilet brush is having some technical difficulties and had to be taken to the repair shop, but luckily for you, we do have this toothbrush. I’ll see you in a few hours, kid!”

“Hours?!”

“I told you. Massive shit. Remember, if you breathe through your mouth it won’t smell as bad!” Kuroo pushed the toilet cleaner and the small plastic toothbrush into your hands. “Gloves are in the cabinet. Have fun, kid.” He gives you a firm pat on your back that has your body lurching forward as he walks by you.

“Wait! Kuroo!” If he heard you, he sure didn’t act like it, because he didn’t even acknowledge you. He just kept moving, black boots tapping rhythmically against the tiles as he disappeared back into his own work space. You stared down at what he had given you, not exactly the materials you were expecting to need for your apprenticeship. Accept defeat or march in there and tell him no? Accept defeat and you’re left on your hands and knees scrubbing a disgusting toilet bowl, nose deep in a smell you could do without. But, telling him now, could just result in him telling you to leave again. He wouldn’t even give you a second chance. Taking on an apprentice was already out of his comfort zone, surely one fuck up would just have him shooing you away with your tail between your legs.

You pushed your sleeves up, reaching for a pair of gloves in the cabinet and letting them snap down against your wrist with a satisfying noise, holding a tight grip on the handle of the toothbrush.

Defeat it was.

Hours seemed to pass and each time you heard a set of footsteps, you could only hope that it was Kuroo coming to finally tell you to stop scrubbing. But he never came. Those bells above the door just kept chiming as clients arrived and left, satisfied with their K. Ink experience.

“You’ve had them scrubbing that bathroom since 2 p.m., Kuroo. I’m pretty sure it’s cleaner than it’s ever been,” Akaashi stated, peering up at Kuroo over his glasses. It was almost 5. With walk-ins unwelcome and only a handful of piercing appointments scattered over the next few hours, the work day was closing down and the other two staff members of K. Ink had to have a proper introduction with the newest member of the team, who apparently was just doubling as their janitor.

“They’ll be fine. It hasn’t been that long. Besides, you smelled that bathroom! It needed a good cleaning.” Kuroo shrugged, leaning against the front counter, typing away the caption to an Instagram post.

“Kuroo, you’re supposed to be teaching them how to be a tattoo artist, not how to clean toilets.”

“I didn’t teach them how to clean, they figured that out themselves.”

“Kuroo-” Akaashi warned.

“What?” There was not another word from the desk clerk. He simply shook his head, pushing his glasses back up his nose, turning his attention back to the computer. “Akaashi!” Kuroo whined, sinking down against the glass countertop.

“I just cleaned that. Don’t get your fingerprints all over the glass or else I’ll make you clean it.”

“Then I’ll just make-” he paused. Akaashi could practically see the gears spinning inside Kuroo’s head. “Do you remember their name? Kid, apprentice, I don’t know, whatever their name is- they can clean it when they’re done in the bathroom!”

Akaashi rubbed his face over his hands, bringing his coffee mug up to his mouth. No amount of caffeine was going to get him through this day, hell, through the span of your time at the shop. “You don’t even remember their name and you have them scrubbing our toilets? You’re absurd, Kuroo.”

“You’re going to give me hell over this forever, aren’t you?”

“I’m going to give you hell about it until you see that this is ridiculous.”

Kuroo just sighed and rolled his eyes, stepping back from the counter with his hands up in surrender. “Everyone has to go through some sort of shit when they get an apprenticeship. It’s just how it is.”

The smack of his palm against the door made you jump, had you scrambling for the toothbrush that had long been forgotten and had been traded for cycling endlessly through the same three apps for nearly two hours now. The door teased open just as you had dipped your hand back into that disgusting toilet bowl to at least pretend like you had been scrubbing away this entire time.

“I’m not going to lie, this is a pretty disgusting thing to watch.”

If you weren’t so determined to keep this damn apprenticeship, you would’ve smacked the absolute shit out of him with that nasty toothbrush. You could just slump down against the wall and look up at him. “It’s not exactly the most glamorous thing to do either.”

He leaned against the door frame, arms tucked over his chest. “Come on, wash up, and let’s go. I got another job for you.”

“What? Am I going to be polishing your tiles with your gym socks?”

“You know, that’s really not a bad idea. Maybe some other day. Just move your ass and get up.” He waited in the doorway just long enough for you to scrub your hands under the running water of the sink before stalking off back towards the front of the shop with you having to almost run to catch up with him.

“Kid, this is Akaashi Keiji, he’s the front desk clerk, you know, the one you blatantly ignored this morning.”

“Hi. Y/N. It’s nice to meet you, Akaashi,” you state, reaching your hand across the counter for a greeting.

He nods, giving your hand a firm shake. “It’s a pleasure.”

“Bokuto!” Kuroo shouts as if he wasn’t ten feet away from the piercer’s room.

“He’s with a client right now. You’ll have to give him a few minutes,” Akaashi says, eyes darting from you to Kuroo and then finally settling on you, studying you like a textbook, steel eyes tracing over every inch of your face before finally nodding in contentment.

Kuroo hummed as he leaned back against the counter. “Well, we have some rules to finish up anyway. Where were we? Four?”

“Three.”

“Right. Rule number three. There’s a shop a few doors down. You know the owner’s name, you’ve almost said it. We don’t talk about him here. You keep that snake-ass bastard’s name out of my shop.”

“Snake ba-? Oh! Do you mean Dai-”

Kuroo raises his index finger up to your lips. “What did I literally just say? Rule number four. Listen. You have ears. You better use them.”

“What’s your problem with him? He’s cool,” you pause, eyeing your new boss up and down, letting a smirk pull at your lips as you watch him start to unravel at the mere discussion of he-who-shall-not-be-named. “Cooler than you.”

His voice is low, almost a growl as he leans into you, stooping down so he’s right in front of your face. “Tell me rule number three, pip squeak.”

“‘Keep that snake-ass bastard’s name out of the shop.’ Yeah, got it, boss. It was just a question, damn. What? You two have some secret romance going on? Are things not good between you two in the bedroom, is that what this is?” You ask, mock sympathy painted over your face. “You know, it’s actually really common for men your age to have perf-”

Kuroo looks at you completely exasperated and utterly baffled that that’s where your mind instantly went. “Do not even finish that sentence.”

You turned to Akaashi and gave him a teasing smile. “That’s a yes.”

“Rule number five. Do as I say. If I want you to rewire the electrical, you’re going to rewire the-”

“No, they aren’t. That’s how you get a fine from the fire department. You already have a health code violation against you. Don’t be stupid,” Akaashi warns.

“Fine! No electrical work! But, rule five still stands. For these next few years, you better be ready to be at my beck and call whenever I need you during business hours. Which brings us to our sixth and final rule. Do not contact me outside of business hours. We are not friends. I do not want to be your friend. This is a strictly work relationship and it will remain that way, are we clear?” Kuroo finishes, raising an expectant eyebrow at you.

“Alright, that should get you all finished! You wanna pay cash or card? Cash? Great, then I can go ahead and take that from you. Remember to just give me a call if you have any questions or concerns.” The big man who had tried to stop you during your desperate attempt at gaining your apprenticeship emerges from a room, a client sporting a nose ring that was still a little red trailing behind him. He smiles brightly and waves as the shop door closes behind them. “Man, you never would’ve believed how much she bled! I mean, I get it, you just got a needle jammed through your nose, but damn! I haven’t seen one bleed like that since I did your eyebrow, bro!” He turned his attention to you. “Had blood dripping down his face like crazy. Looked like someone had beat him real good upside the head. I’d wipe it away and woosh! More blood.” The man paused, finally getting a good look at you. He leaned away from you to look you over. “Do I know you?”

You shake your head, holding your hand out towards him. “Y/N. I’m Kuroo’s apprentice.”

“Oh! You were-” He laughs nervously, rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly. “Sorry about the toilet.”

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morganalatina21 · 1 year

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Manipulating Death: Chapter Five

Series Summary: When Harry discovers he has a twin sister that was hiding for years, he wants to know all about her, specially about her ability to bring people back to life.

A/n: as promised, first out of 3 in less than 24h...

(Also, english isn’t my first language so I’m sorry in advance lol)

Chapter One Two Three Fourth | Masterlist

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She saw a large house with a beautiful garden separating it from the street, small black metal gate at the beginning of the path.

A large orange cat was pacing back and forth into a big bush, his tail up in the air and ears fluttering to the sides. His green eyes barely look in her direction as she made her way to the front door.

Opening it and stepping inside, she saw the happy family that lived there.

Well, part of it actually.

A small boy was sitting in front of a small coffee table at the living room, showing his three uncles the 200 pieces puzzle he just finished the night before. Two of them were kneeling down in his sides to watch as he explained every character present on the print, the other one sat at a chair and smiled at the boy.

From the kitchen, a tall man came with shoes that could only fit the kid.

"Hey Harry, let's doorbell ditch the neighborhood with your uncles?" He asked and threw the pair of shoes to his son.

The two sitting down with him celebrated and started getting up, hyping the experience.

"You guys are almost 40!" Harry mocked, however tying up the sneakers to join them.

"After 25 you start counting backwards, no one told you that kiddo?" The long-haired man asked, racing the shorter one to the door. They past her, not even noticing the girl.

"Uncle Moony isn't coming?"

"Someone needs to be our alibi, son." He answered, cleaning his glasses and offering the boy a hand, to which he took immediately.

"What's an alibi?"

From the same place the man came, a figure with bright red hair appeared, smiling gently and looked at the only one left.

"I swear to God if James teaches my son about committing crimes I'm gonna lose it."

"To be fair, he's going to Hogwarts in a few years so I'm sure he wants to give his son everything he knew about getting away with things." He replied, reclining softly.

"Getting away? You guys were on detention at least once a month when we were there." She questioned, sighing and sitting on the couch.

He shrugged, tired smile on his face. "You ever think about having another child?"

She held her breath and watched the woman, supposedly her mother, think about the question, lips twitching.

"I don't know. I love Harry profusely, but I don't think I can ever go through this again." Lily replied, patting her skirt and taking cat hair out of it. "Besides, two seem like a lot of trouble. Don't want another mini James running around making me go mad. But why do you ask?"

"Sirius and I have been talking about adoption for quite some time, and we visited this orphanage nearby. There are this twins there, I absolutely loved them." He whispered, looking at the door, hoping to see one of his friends barg in.

"Remus, that's awesome!" She complimented. "But to be honest, I wouldn't have twins. They're just a lot of work and they'll tire you in no time. Just see what Molly's been going through with her twins."

"Yeah maybe you're right."

At this point, she couldn't even breathe. The room was spinning and her ears were ringing like crazy, legs feeling numb. It felt like someone had just punched her throat, struggling to keep the tears from touching the cheek.

The doorbells in the distance from the three marauders and the kid punched her in the head, growing and increasing as time went by.

The girl woke up shaking, moving the shirt away from her throat to make sure nothing was stopping her from breathing.

That nightmare. Again.

It was a current dream, thinking her parents -no, scratch that-, that everyone's life would be better without her.

By far wasn't her worst nightmare, however it pinched right her insecurity.

Regulus twitched, feeling she wasn't there anymore. His hands ran through her waist and she sat on the bed to look at her.

"What's wrong?" He asked, raspy and groggy, moving her hair away. She looked at him with teary eyes and buried her face on his neck.

He immediately hugged her, running his fingers through the exposed skin, lying down again and bringing her along.

"Which one was it this time?"

"The house without me." She simply responded. The man had basically an encyclopedia of her nightmares inside his head.

They were living together and he only saw her, for three years now, Regulus knew basically every single piece of her life.

"Come on, you saw their reactions." He said, stroking her hair. "You really think they'd want a life without you?"

It made sense, she had to admit. However her mind was in such a dark place she could only think how it would be way better if her soul never even came to this world.

"Look at me." He asked, stroking her hair. The girl only buried her face even more into his chest.

"Please?"

Sighing deeply, she raised her head a little, staring into his eyes.

"You made my world a thousand times better." Regulus whispered to her face. "I'd still be in so much pain if it weren't for you. Don't let your mind go there. For me."

Spending time like this, breathing deeply in and out, starting to calm herself down, the hand in her hair and those eyes certainly helped. Lying there, she felt at ease.

Like she was floating with her eyes closed in a calm river, having no idea where it'd lead but didn't wanted to know. The water would be filling her ears, stopping the sounds from the outside world to bother her imense peace.

Peace.

That's exactly what she felt.

A small smile took the form of her lips and Regulus mirrored her.

If she was floating on a calm river, this is the time something would cause a light wave, it would make her lift a little and a cold on her belly when falling back, tingling inside her.

Oh, she thought.

Oh, she panicked.

God, no.

This was the last thing she needed right now.

That part was when she realized she had no fucking clue how to swim, and started panicking, wanting to reach shore once again before drowning.

Noticing how her smile faltered, he tilted his head. “What’s wrong?”

“I- uh- nothing. I just- huh- realized I forgot to feed the possessors last night, I’m gonna do it now, just in case.” She said, fumbling to get up.

“Didn’t you give them pie yesterday?”

“Yeah but, you know, there’s a new one, they’ll start to feel weird, it’s better to make sure.” Continued to lie, brushing her hair with her fingers to keep her hands busy and not letting him see she was shaking. “I’ll be back!”

“Y/n is-” But she left before he could finish. “Five in the morning.”

Basically running down the stairs, she sighed deeply.

This wasn’t happening, no, absolutely not. This couldn’t be happening.

Of all the people in the world? Well, she didn’t knew a lot of people, mostly like ten or twelve and they were all really old.

But the guy she had saved? To be fair, their pain made them get really closer.

But right now? War is banging at your door, how longer do you want to wait?

But why him? Why Regulus? Why not?

Shaking her head and stopping her inner conversation, she cut a big piece of pie he made the day before and stomped her way to the basement once again.

“Oh Merlin’s sake, why me?” She grunted, sitting on the floor with two candles throwing light at the entire place. “And why him?”

The possessor only looked at her, bright red eyes of different sizes staring and following her every movement. A few of them, bigger and harder to be domed were on big metal cages with enchantments surrounding them.

She didn’t fear they’d attack her, not at all, but Regulus she wasn’t sure. After all, he shouldn’t be alive.

Others, smaller and gentler, would often be out of the cages, especially those who possessed animals, it wasn’t the same “fun” as possessing humans.

Humans were confusing, filled with emotions who often would go against instincts, it was more feelings for them to digest and explore. And right now, she was the perfect mix of them: anger, sadness and confusion.

There was only a small ray of sunshine, of happiness, but it wasn’t enough.

“I mean, he knew my parents, probably my father made fun of him at some point, everyone knows James Potter wasn’t a saint.” She talked, chewing on the pie. “Hum, this is amazing. I see why I’m in love with him.”

She gasped for herself, choking on the food.

“No!” Said, between swallowing. “I’m not in love with him. Plus, Regulus is like twenty or something. He wouldn’t want this fifteen kid with him. It’s better if I just... ignore it, and it will go away. It will past and I can forget all of this.”

The door to the basement opened up and she jumped, thinking it would be said person, however she was met with her brother’s figure carefully stepping down.

“Harry! What are you doing here?”

He left the stairs, looking around to the amount of red eyes looking at him. They reminded him of Voldemort’s eyes, but even those had something beyond them, some spark, the man’s eyes were just... void.

“I heard you on the stairs.” He said calmly. “Thought you were making breakfast but I didn’t find you in the kitchen so I took a wild guess.”

“And it worked!” She giggled. “Usually Reggie makes breakfast while I’m down here training and learning. He should be out of bed in a couple minutes and we can eat.”

“Some of them are bigger than others.” Harry mentioned, looking up her shoulder.

“Yeah, it depends on the person, the kind of death, how long that person was dead, if they accepted it, these type of things.” Y/n explained. “See that one right there?” She pointed at the only big one without bars locking him up. “It came out of Regulus. He knew his death was coming and it took him quite some time to die, and more than ten years later he didn’t accepted.”

Harry stared at the monster, that’s what it looked like. A giant cloudy figure who was tall enough with its paws lightly curved to be on his chest’s size. If his sister wasn’t speaking to him in such light tone, he’d be freezed.

“That’s their intention.” She said, smiling gently. “They want to paralyze you and understand all of your fears, deepest feelings and how ready you are to die. It’s exactly what they do.”

“This big guy in particular gave me a hell of a headache to capture it.” She went on, caressing the top of the creature like one caresses a puppy. “He escaped the house, I was too busy with Regulus I couldn’t go after him. Long story short, we had to move because in just a few days everyone knew what happened and they wanted answers that we couldn’t provide.”

“Did he... kill... anyone?”

“Well, not quite.” She made a weird face, a mix of cringe and sarcasm. “He sure scared a lot of people and sent them to the hospital, that I won’t deny. But he needed someone with as much trouble on the head as Regulus Black, and we were living in a small town were people’s biggest trouble was a pumpkin contest.”

He laughed at that, kind of sounded like where he lived, how aunt Petunia were always so worried abou the farm market and how she wanted to win the best pie in town.

But they probably lived very far apart, something like a possessor walking freely down the street could never go unnoticed his aunt’s long neck and his uncle’s big ears.

“Where did you lived all these years?” He asked, sitting on the floor and crossing his legs. Her life felt like a thousand times more interesting than his.

“After I left Abby’s house I went west, so I visited Wales, probably jumped to Ireland, I’m pretty sure I saw some leprechauns in my life.” She told, still caressing the possessor’s head, who was now asleep in her lap. “But after I saved Regulus we basically just lived around here. After Voldemort’s return we sealed the house even more and I started training these bad boys to attack if someone invaded;”

So that’s what he meant yesterday with “special moves” if anything happened, the boy thought.

“Where exactly are we?”

“In the very North of London, almost Scotland. There’s a beach just a few minutes away if you want to know.” Hearing the bumps upside her head, she smiled. “I guess it’s breakfast time.”

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kaikamahine · 5 months

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hard read under the cut. tw for death.

things i wish i wouldn't have to remember

the way her eyes bulged.

her tongue, pushing out between her teeth. i tried to pry her jaws apart, to clear her airway, but they were locked tight. i couldn't. her tongue was bleeding.

her eyes bulged. they pointed in different directions. like a ghibli character, enraged.

"i'm a little dizzy," she had said, before she listed to one side. before her eyes did that awful thing.

i grabbed her face. i righted it. i pointed it at me.

"mom!" i called. "yeah?" she said. "MOM!" i called. her eyes slid back to center, on me. "what?" she said. it wasn't speaking, really. her mouth barely moved. her tongue pushed.

these were the last words she said to me.

i was right there, kneeling in front of her. her head in my hands. calling to her.

her color was bad. so so bad.

i saw her eyes go away. i saw her stop breathing.

i hauled her to the floor. you need a hard surface to start cpr. her jaws rigid, couldn't clear her airway. called 911. wailed. mom's not breathing! mom's not breathing!

chest compressions. 911 had to remind me how to place my hands.

my brother told me, later, when i told him i was never going to forget how her eyes went fixed, that he was never going to forget the sight of me, throwing all my weight onto her chest.

he was there, throwing open the front door and hauling furniture out of the way. could hear sirens now. dog barking.

men coming in. man with a braid said, "i'll take over from here, sweetheart." his chest compressions looked a lot different from mine.

lot of men after that. women, too. all in blue. lots of plastic on the floor. they cut her sweatshirt off. the teal one, with the poinsettias. her shirt, her bra. she always tucked kleenex in her bra, for when her pants pockets were too far away. it went everywhere.

a machine. like an engine. they put it over her chest and strapped her wrists to it, so she was holding it up. it did the chest compressions now. hard. her body jerked with each one. she would have liked to see it.

a man, to me: is she allergic to anything? me, to him: everything. but nothing medical.

him, to me: does she have any health problems? me, to him: everything. breast cancer, diabetes, bad kidneys, eczema.

him, to the others: diabetic. get a sugar.

it was 570.

the thought, then, like a blow. like an axe to the head: had /I/ done this?

she just had a bout of diarrhea. i KNEW she tended to slide on her diet when she had the runs, to keep up her salts.

diabetic means no starch. but she needs a high fiber diet, too, her doctor said, and there's fiber in beans, peas, some vegetables. but the most fiber is in grains.

so we compromised. i would give her a high-fiber cereal for breakfast, when she was most likely to take her insulin straight afterward. healthy blood sugars are below 120. she usually ran in the 200s, even fasting.

never 570.

i didn't think about how she'd probably eaten something salty starchy. i didn't think that she probably would have forgotten her nightly insulin. i gave her breakfast as usual.

i didn't know, then, that it had been her heart. i thought it was a diabetic coma.

we were on the floor for half an hour. they stopped the machine twice, to check. i knew what a flatline sounded like.

a man, to me: sometimes in this situation we can call it. but your mother's markers are rising, which tells me her body wants to function. we'll take her to the hospital so they can try.

onto the stretcher. out the door.

it's december. below freezing. they put the blanket under her, to protect her from the stretcher. nothing on top of her. because of the machine, maybe?

my mom is hard to embarrass. but outside with all those men around with her breasts hanging out in the air would have flustered even her, i think.

hospital. there was an underground garage for parking. i was still in my nightdress. i'd grabbed a sweatshirt for my mom, thinking she'd want one since they cut her other one off, but i'd forgotten anything for me. fuck, it was cold.

a room in the lobby with a door that shut.

then a doctor. i don't remember her name. and trista, the chaplain.

it doesn't look good, they said. would you like to see her?

of course i would. what kind of question is that.

it was the first room inside the doors. so many people swarming. i couldn't have gotten to my mom's side even if i wanted.

doctor touched my arm. pointed to the heart monitor. said, surprised, "the situation's turned around. they've got her."

said, "but she was gone for so long. i want to manage your expectations. the brain damage is likely very severe."

i would take care of her no matter what, i said. she's my mom.

i wish

i wish now

with all my heart

i wish i had called out to her. while they had her. while she was there.

i wish i wish i wish

mom don't you dare leave me. mom you're going to be so mad if you miss this. mom. mom mom mama. don't leave me here.

but i didn't want to interrupt. mom was a retired medical professional. she trusted the process implicitly. and so many people were working so hard to save her.

she crashed again. they called it at 11:27am.

do you know the strangeness of a body in a hospital with nothing hooked up to it?

there's no mistaking a corpse for anything else.

her forehead was cold. her hand was cold. i hadn't brushed her hair yet that morning, so it was frizzing out of the braid she'd slept in. they'd closed her eyes.

i think i stroked her forehead so much that my warmth transferred into her, because when my brother got there it was better.

trista said (and signed, to our surprise,) take all the time you need.

but, not long later, and with genuine regret, i'm so sorry, but they need the room.

oh no, i said to my mom, i'm going to steal one more kiss. and did.

a frequent joke. would kiss her head once i'd gotten her comfy on the sofa, and then goblin scuttle back to steal one more. she'd laugh. oh no! she'd echo. not my daughter! not a kiss! her short term memory had been fraying, so it was a new joke every time.

closed the door behind my brother and i.

trista had been right: the er waiting room was packed. standing room only. with us, tear-stained, and trista, it was obvious what kind of procession we were. i hoped it helped someone; no one's ever in the er for anything good, but i hoped someone could look at us and think, at least i'm not them.

home, then.

my brother had tidied. cleaned the plastic up and the remains of mom's clothes, and her pill bottle that i'd knocked to the floor when i'd hauled her off the sofa. he'd adjusted the pillows, straightened the towel. it looked like a sofa in anyone's living room, not like the place my mother had nestled into and lived for the last six years.

her doctor called. emily. we saw her once a month. she's genuinely the best. all those posts warning you about bad faith doctors and to not be afraid to be firm and finding one to take you seriously, and we found her on the first try.

it had just come through on the patient portal, she said. oh my god, oh my god, honey. i'm so sorry.

emily, i said. wailed, really. emily, did i kill her? her blood sugar was 570.

no, she said. no no no. elizabeth, no. it was her heart. it says right here. it was a heart attack.

it was the first i'd heard of it.

how, i said. how? her heart was the only thing that wasn't wrong with her!

but there's no answer to that, of course.

it's so quiet.

it's two days, now. and it's so quiet. no tv, no wheels clattering on the tile as she trundles to the bathroom or into the kitchen to get more iced tea from the fridge. no one calling for me to maybe do that last thing for her, pretty please.

so quiet. my mom's not here.

things i am likely never ever ever to forget

it's the same list

#family death tw #i want to do another post. about all the good things i'm going to remember.#but i think i have to wrestle my way through the gruesome first #and put it in its place

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junkissed · 2 years

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library mischief

member — witch librarian!chan x gn reader genre — fluff, a twinge of humor, strangers to lovers, fantasy (?) word count — 2.6k warnings — reader commits crimes (not really i’m exaggerating), but a library is broken into, chan is a sweetheart, jeonghan makes a cameo and he’s causing trouble again notes — lowercase intended. if you liked this please reblog so i know this kind of writing is something people enjoy!

one reblog = one cup of chan's magic tea

"excuse me, do you have any nonfiction books on witches?”

having worked at the public library for almost eight years now, chan’s used to strange requests. he’s heard patrons ask for everything from bears to basilosaurus, from tutorials on exorcizing demons to how to use a smartphone for dummies. he’s seen it all.

it’s not the most odd request he’s been asked, especially considering the time of year. with halloween right around the corner, fact begins to seem like fiction, and myths and legends begin to seem like fact.

“try the 100s and 200s sections,” he says, pointing towards a tall stack of bookshelves in the corner of the room. “133 for magic, 203 for spells, curses, and charms, 299 for religious witchcraft.”

you tug your book bag up your shoulder. “thanks,” you smile.

he nods, and you start to leave, but something stops you. a gut feeling, some might call it, or maybe just curious intuition. “you seem to know a lot about witches,” you say, pausing.

he gives you a friendly smile. “i’m just a librarian,” he laughs. “it’s in the job title.”

you hesitate, considering. his answer must be good enough, because you turn to walk away. “thanks again,” you call quietly, so as to not disturb the other patrons.

having been a witch working at the public library for almost eight years now, chan’s mastered the art of hiding.

“are those in… latin?” chan asks when you plop down a tall stack of books at the checkout counter.

“yep! it’s for a– um, research project,” you say quickly, letting out a short laugh.

chan eyes you curiously, making a mental note to look into you later to make sure you aren’t digging where you shouldn’t be.

he pulls out a barcode scanner and one of his best smiles. “i didn’t even know we had books in latin,” he chuckles. lie. he knows every book in his library. and he’s read every single one.

you smile nervously, as if you’re guilty of something.

“what’s your research about?” he prods, carefully sliding each book in front of him.

“oh, just… history, for a project,” you say. chan doesn’t let it show, but he knows you’re lying. you couldn’t be more obvious if you tried.

he pauses, reading one of the titles. it’s a centuries old, leather-bound book he keeps locked up at all times. he puts it out on display in a glass case every october to give the seasonal section a little spooky look, but no one is allowed to touch it.

how did you even find this? only he has access to the key. it’s not to be taken out of the library; no matter what, this book cannot leave his sight.

he clears his throat, pushing the book aside. “sorry, i can’t let you check this one out. it’s not for public use.”

“oh.” you frown. “but it was in the 100s section? like you told me?”

chan clears his throat. “it must’ve been misplaced, then. it’s one of our books on display, it’s not usually out year-round.”

he’s gonna have to have a talk with the student volunteers again. this isn’t the first time things have been misplaced, but they should know better than to touch this book. his book.

“can i still read–”

“here’s your receipt,” he interrupts, voice still friendly as he sets the spellbook below the counter, out of reach and out of sight.

you open your mouth, about to protest, but you stop yourself. you may have lost this battle, but you’ll be back for it later, anyway. no use throwing a fuss about it now.

“thanks for visiting. come back soon,” chan says, slipping the receipt in between the pages of one of the books and handing it to you.

you take it from him and plaster a smile on your face, shoving the other books in your bag. “oh, i will!”

it’s the early hours of the night when you slip the copy of chan’s key into the door, twisting gently to avoid making noise.

he’s a good librarian and a nice guy, but not as careful as he thinks he is, you snicker. taking it off his keyring while he was getting an extra dictionary for you from the back room was easy.

you never stopped to consider if maybe it was a little too easy.

the lights flare on and you startle, eyes wide like a child with their hands in places they shouldn’t be. the guilt across your face is evident, and in that moment chan pities you. whatever the reason you felt the need to break into the library at 2am to steal an old book, you must be desperate. for what, he didn’t know.

“when i said to come back soon, i didn’t mean after hours,” chan laughs. “we’re closed.”

“i… i…” you stutter, struggling to find an excuse why you’re rifling through books in the middle of the night.

“you should be glad i’m not calling the police right now.”

“i need that book!” you burst out.

“why?”

“it’s… i know what it is. i know you need it to break curses. i know it’s not just a book.”

chan pauses. “what makes you think it really works?”

“because i’ve done my research. i know magic isn’t just fiction.” there’s a passion in your eyes, a desperation he hasn’t seen in decades.

“and so you thought you could just– steal it?”

you sigh, defeated. “i was gonna bring it back. i… i need it. you wouldn’t understand.”

chan folds his arms over his chest. “what i understand is that i could have you arrested right now for attempted theft and breaking and entering. so you can either tell me or tell it to the police. why do you need this book so bad?”

you stare down at your feet, avoiding his gaze. “you’re gonna think i’m crazy, but… i have to break a curse.”

“what kind of curse?”

your eyes shoot up. “you don’t think i’m crazy?”

“what kind of curse?” chan repeats.

“it’s for my friend,” you start, quickly trying to explain the story. “she got this tattoo, and i guess it was supposed be a symbol for good luck but then all these things started happening to them, their cat went missing and she started having these nightmares.”

he pinches the bridge of his nose and sighs. “of course it’s jeonghan again. i told him to stop doing shit like that.”

you wrinkle your eyebrows. “hey, i never told you his name–”

“i’ll help you,” chan interrupts.

“you will?” you gasp, but your excitement quickly wears off. “wait, but what could you do to help? i mean, no offense, but you’re just a librarian–”

he snorts. “i’m not just a librarian. and trust me, even the normal librarians know a lot more than you think. don’t underestimate us.”

you study him carefully. “what do you mean, ‘normal librarians’?”

“the book you keep trying to steal is mine. my personal spellbook.”

your jaw falls open. “so you’re a…”

“witch? yes. i’ll help you break this curse but i’d appreciate it if you’d stop prying after this.”

“why do you put it on display then, if it’s so important?” you ask.

chan sighs. “because the kids like to look at it. it’s just decoration to them, nobody knows it’s a real book.”

he starts towards the entrance, flicking the lights back off and holding open the door for you. “now come on, i’ll drive you over to my house and we’ll finish this.”

you narrow your eyes at him. “how do i know you won’t murder me or something?”

he rolls his eyes. “who knows, maybe i will. i’m not gonna force you. up to you if you want this curse gone or not.”

you grab your bag and scramble out the door after him. “i’ll take my chances. so, where do you live?”

chan’s car rolls up the driveway, parking neatly in line with rows of cherry blossom trees.

“for a witch, your house looks… normal,” you say, staring up at the basic brown exterior.

“what, you think i live in a castle and stir cauldrons all day? i’m a normal guy, just with magic,” he says, breaking into a wide smile when you start to laugh.

he opens the door and you peek inside.

whatever you were expecting, it wasn’t this. the inside of his house is… cozy, like stepping into a magical place. which, when you think about it, you suppose you are.

“take a seat,” chan says, pointing at a small couch with a table.

instead of lamps, little lights float around the room, making the house seem to glow with soft warm light. you sit carefully, eyes gleaming as you look around in wonder.

the house is warm, a welcome contrast from the harsh night winds outside, and you tug your scarf from around your neck.

as if he’s reading your mind, he says suddenly, “do you want tea or coffee or something? it’s cold out tonight.” you already feel the temperature in the house start to increase as if by magic, whether his doing or something else.

“tea would be nice,” you admit, sinking back into the plush seat.

“any particular kind?” he asks.

“black is fine,” you reply.

he disappears around the corner and returns mere seconds later, a steaming mug in his hands.

you take it from him gratefully, but pause, thinking. “you didn’t put anything in this, right? you’re not gonna put a spell on me?”

he looks almost offended. “if i wanted to, i would’ve by now,” he laughs. “the only thing in there is tea and hot water and a little honey. besides, i’m not that kind of witch. i help people, i don’t curse them.”

you nod, deciding to trust him, and pull the cup to your lips, feeling the hot steam warm your frosty cheeks.

“so who’s jeonghan? i mean, i know who he is, but how do you know him?”

chan takes a seat across from you, setting his book on the table. “he’s not a witch, he’s just a demon that likes to cause trouble. he acts up every few hundred years, usually around hallow’s eve. sorry about your friend.”

you set your mug down, at the opposite table so it doesn’t spill. you don’t know how magic spellbooks work, but you don’t want to risk ruining it if you knock over your drink. “you can fix it, right?”

“mm, sort of,” chan says. he opens the book, turning yellowed pages with delicate fingers. you admire his care for the paper, watching his precise focus. maybe it’s a witch thing, maybe it’s a librarian thing. “i can make a talisman for your friend that’ll remove the curse from their tattoo. but it won’t stop him from doing it again to someone else. my magic isn’t that powerful.”

“oh, okay,” you say. “thank you for helping, anyway.”

“it’s what i do,” he smiles.

“but you didn’t have to help me. i was stealing from you. you could’ve had me arrested.”

“i know.”

you pause. “so why didn’t you?”

he sighs, eyes flitting over the open pages. “you seemed like a good person in a bad situation. you were trying to help a friend in need. so now i’m helping you.”

you reach over for your mug. “thank you,” you say again.

he glances up at you, catching your eye. his eyes are kind, and you start to wonder about what he’s like: not the witch part of him, but the man part. the friendly librarian that helps everyone and puts his own personal books on display because it makes the kids happy. if you didn’t know any better, you’d say he’s the type of guy to bring home to meet your parents, or even–

“here you go,” he says, breaking your trance.

you snap back to the scene in front of you. “huh?”

he drops a small crystal necklace in your hands, perfectly round and smooth. “here you go,” he says again.

“you’re done already?” you ask incredulously.

he looks away, and you swear you see a pink blush start to creep into his cheeks. “yeah. i mean, it’s not too difficult.”

“oh,” you say. you thought it would take longer. “sorry i missed it, i zoned out.”

“‘s alright,” he says, gently shutting the book. he stands up, and you scramble to stand with him, not wanting to stay if you’re no longer welcome. you grab your scarf from the couch, praying he can’t actually read minds and just heard your inner monologue about him.

he stands in front of the door, but doesn’t open it. he seems reluctant, but you can’t imagine why.

“so, uh… let me know how it works with your friend,” he says finally.

“i will,” you rush to say. you’d hoped you’d be able to see him again, but you weren’t sure you’d be welcome after trying to steal something so important to him.

he clears his throat, suddenly remembering something. “oh! sorry, do you need a ride home? i should’ve asked,” he says, the tips of his ears beginning to turn red.

“no, i’m… there’s a bus stop near here, my apartment isn’t too far away,” you laugh awkwardly. “plus, my roommate would ask too many questions if a guy dropped me off at almost three in the morning.”

the house goes quiet, and your face grows hot when you realize what you’ve just implied. “no, not that you– i mean, i don’t–”

“it’s fine, i get it,” he laughs. his laugh is comforting, and it feels like everything’s going to be okay.

“okay,” you whisper. you twist your scarf in your hands, not knowing what else to say.

“you can come see me at the library whenever,” he says shyly. “i’m there every night til 8.”

“i’ll do that,” you say, and you mean it. “i would like to see you again. hopefully not like this, though,” you giggle.

“so… i’ll see you later, maybe?” he says, his eyes hopeful as he opens the door for you.

“i’ll see you later,” you say assuredly.

three weeks later

“hey, chan!” you call, a stack of books under your arm.

he looks up from his computer and grins. “hey! we’re still on for tonight, right?”

“yup! i can’t wait for dinner, i’ve heard this place is really good,” you smile. you drop your last few days of reading material on the desk, and he watches you fondly as he starts checking them back in. “i found some books online i wanna show you, but honestly, you’ve probably read them already.”

he laughs. one thing you’ve learned over many, many library visits the past few weeks is that you love making him laugh.

“i’d love to hear all about it. i’m still picking you up after work?”

“mhm. my roommate said to tell you hi and sorry she won’t get to see you tonight, she’s got a cold.”

he smiles. “i’ll make some stuff to bring over for her.”

you lean across the counter to give him a quick kiss on the cheek. “i’m just dropping these off, i’ve gotta run. i’ll see you later?”

“i’ll see you later,” he confirms.

having been a witch working at the public library for almost eight years now, chan had never met anyone like you, and especially not in the way he met you. but he’s glad he did.

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iameliseposts · 1 year

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hi! i love ur fics and it made me wanna send a request

can i request hcs of “am I enough” with deuce pls?

Awhh tysm for the request! This request ended up taking a while, but its done now. I hope you enjoy!

If you want to request for my 200 followers event, look here

“Am I enough?” Deuce x MC 200 Followers Event

The bedroom rung silent as Deuce laid on the bed

People say Deuce doesn’t think much, but that simply isn’t true

If it was as absent minded as others assumed, he wouldn’t be going through this pain

You’re the strong Prefect of Ramshackle

He’s seen your fortitude up close

After all, he’s been at your side since you’ve come to this world

You’ve taken every issue that came at you with such vigor

You’ve overcome every challenge and tamed the wild beasts of Night Raven College

You symbolized everything the Queen of Hearts stands for

You were you

Then what was he?

He was a past delinquent and even though he swore to change, he still felt like it wasn’t enough

His grades were abysmal, even though he would study throughout the night

He can get mad at the drop of a hat, which you’ve witnessed and prevented countless times

His head spiraled with these thoughts

Dense, stupid, hot headed spinned over and over, like a carousel

He had a test in a few days and normally, he’d be studying day and night

But now, what was the point?

What’s the point of trying so hard now when he was still not succeeded

His whole life was spent differently than the academic struggle he’s facing now

Maybe, if he had listened to his classmates, teachers, friends…

Maybe, if he had listened to his mom he wouldn’t be thinking like this now

Deuce really wanted to talk with his mom now, but how could he?

He wanted to change so much to make her happy, so how could he have the gall to talk to her when he wasn’t the honour student he strived to be?

How could he be with you when he wasn’t what he wished to achieve?

Deuce laid in bed, spread out and completely exhausted. He held his phone in his hand, contemplating. He wanted to call you, he wanted your support. However, did he deserve it? Did he deserve to stay by your side? Did he deserve to love you with such earnesty when he felt so pathetic?

He couldn’t remember how long he had been in his dorm room. He was fortunate none of his dorm mates were here today, especially considering there were four other roommates. He heard a knock at his door, but he didn’t feel inclined to open it. Like hell he’d want someone to see him like this. But then the door opened. …Oh yeah, he gave you his spare key, didn’t he.

“MC? What are you doing here?” He asked, trying to hide his face. He really didn’t want you to see him like this. You sat beside him, while he still tried to cover his face with his blanket. Gently, you pulled his blanket down, revealing his red face and puffy eyes. He calmed himself with a few breaths and asked, “Am I enough?”

And the waterworks spilt as you held the boy who worked so hard, yet never saw his own progress.

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danses-with-dogmeat · 10 months

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Hihi! Caught you just in time to send in one request. Congratulations on your 1.5k followers! You worked hard for it ❤️❤️ Your writing is SO beautiful!

May I request mirelurk queen for MacCready, "c'mere you"?

Ahh, thank you so much! <3 And absolutely, this is just precious with sweet Maccy. 🥺

It turned out more hurt/comfort than just fluff, but still, cute and (eventually) happy and lovely and Mac. What more do you need to know?

Anyways, I hope you enjoy!

The frigid nighttime air felt like a punch in the chest with each heavy inhale, and MacCready's knuckles cracked painfully as he clung to the railing of the porch outside your Sanctuary home.

"This has gotta stop." He whispered, tilting his head back to look up towards the stars. Puffs of his warm breath spilled out into the air, shielding the bright, shimmering speckles from his sight with the haze. The wetness in his eyes only made matters worse, his unshed tears cooling with each moment he spent outdoors, away from his warm place in bed beside you.

He couldn't go back in yet, though. Couldn't wake you when you slept so peacefully. Between the two of you, your pasts, your traumas, your loss... Deep sleep was hard to come by, and he couldn't steal even one precious wink from you, on account of his own nightmares.

Especially when it was the same as always.

There were variations, sure, but this one... This one had left him not only with the overwhelming panic and grief, as his memories of that fateful night with Lucy and Duncan always did, but it left him with a crippling guilt that stuck deep in his gut. It was uncomfortable, churning out memories and wishes, thoughts and hopes all surrounding the son he hadn't seen in... over a year now. If the letters were sound, then Duncan was alright, the cure was beginning to work, but still, he was too weak to travel, they'd said. On the surface, he was getting better, but healing was exhausting work, especially for someone so young.

And what the heck was he doing? It had been over 200 years, and you had seen your son more recently than he had.

That was just sad. It was pitiful.

Mac shook his head as his hands turned numb where they grasped at the wooden railing.

"Poor excuse for a father..." He growled through his teeth, a disgusted look surely hanging from his face as he thought of his priorities, of his actions these past couple months.

Months.

I could've been there and back twice by now, if I'd left right after sending the medication.

What am I doing?

"You okay?" Your sleepy voice sounded from the threshold of the front door as you peeked out at him.

MacCready almost jumped at the sound, too lost in his own thoughts to have noticed your approach.

"Y-yeah." He stammered out, "All fine. Just... Y'know."

"Yeah." You said, your voice sympathetic. Knowing.

He continued looking out into the darkness, towards the rest of Sanctuary. Then he felt your arms around him.

Your chin rested on his bony shoulder as your hands wrapped warmly around his waist, causing a chill to run up his spine from the sudden temperature change.

"Don't wanna talk about it?" You asked him softly.

MacCready shook his head before allowing it to tip sideways, bumping affectionately into yours.

"Mkay. Well, I'm here for you, either way."

His breath released shakily at that, and MacCready closed his eyes, leaning into the feeling of your warmth against him.

"I know, Sole..."

He almost left the next bit unvoiced, the thought that was lingering at the front of his mind, but it slipped through like water between grasping fingers. "But maybe you shouldn't be."

"Hm?" Your head snapped backwards, forcing his own to jerk as it lost the point of contact on which it was resting.

"I don't know..." He continued, "I just... I know you're here for me. You're here for me, and you're there for your son, even after everything, after 200 years and him being older than you now, even with the Institute and all the crappy stuff they've done, you still talk to him, still see him. A-and you're there for Preston, and Cait and Curie and Nick, with all of their own problems, and with all of your own still, too, and just... How the heck do you do it, baby? When I can't even-- I've only got one person, or um, two now, I guess, but even when it was just Duncan..."

His sleep-addled brain could hardly keep up with his mouth as it poured the thoughts from his head unfiltered.

"Woah, Mac, sweetie, just slow down." As if to prove a point, you slowly unraveled your arms from around him, encouraging instead, for his body to face yours as your hands grasped his own. They were icy to the touch, and you rubbed your fingers over them to bring the feeling back.

"Duncan knows how much you're doing for him. He knows that you had to leave in order to help him. And I know, too. I know how much you care about him, I see it every day, hear about him every day, see the way he makes you light up. Even just the mention of him. And me? You wanna know how I help so many others, how I was able to stay strong as I went into the Institute, how I made myself cope with Shaun being so... well, not what I expected?"

MacCready shrugged at your question, ocean-blue eyes still downcast.

You released his hands, moving to hold the sides of his face between your palms, pouring emphasis into the tender caress.

"It was you, Robert. I saw you, struggling for everything out here in the Commonwealth, scraping together caps and false leads on a medication that maybe didn't even exist, all for Duncan's sake. I saw you missing him every day, but still working tirelessly to save him, to see him again one day. And then, even after you mailed the cure out, you put that off."

He flinched at that statement, but your hands stayed glued to his cheeks.

"You put that off to help me, and I... It couldn't mean more to me, okay? I never would've... Seeing the way you always thought about Duncan, with every decision you make, the way your love for him bleeds into everything you do, even with how far away he is, that made me want to be a better parent to Shaun. Whether he was the baby I remembered, or the child I saw in Kellogg's memories, or the older man he turned out to be, I wanted to be there for him the way I saw that you were there for your boy."

You noted the way his lip quivered, the way his eyebrows drew together beneath his sleep-mussed hair, and felt relief flowing through you at the thought that your words were getting through to him.

"You inspire me, Mac." Your thumb wiped away the lone tear that rolled down his cheek. "Every day, you make me want to be better, and you've helped me with... everything, more than you could know."

As though one of you had offered it aloud, both you and MacCready leaned into each other at the very same time, falling into another warm embrace.

"I was so lost out here in this new world, until I found you. I wouldn't be half of who I am now, without you being there for me." You told him with a sniffle, your voice heavy with emotion.

"Okay, okay, lady/man! You can stop now." Your partner chuckled tearily, his chest trembling against yours. "I'm already crying, you don't need to keep droning on."

Your shoulders shook as you returned his laugh, still holding onto him tightly.

"I didn't mean to make you cry, I just wanted to tell you the truth."

"'Didn't mean to make me--' okay, yeah, whatever you say, Sole."

You giggled again, before pulling away.

His eyes were startling, even in the darkness of the late night. The tears brought out their sheer, sapphire vibrance, and you found yourself lost, awash in them as he looked at you with such fondness.

"Thank you, though. It really... I needed to hear it. My dream, just made me feel like shi-- ahem, like crap."

You nodded knowingly at that.

"You miss him. I think you're just trying to compensate it for it when you're asleep."

"Maybe." He shrugged. "I do miss the little rascal... But we'll see him soon, right?"

You smiled sadly, grabbing one of his hands with your own again as you nodded vigorously to him.

"You just say the word, baby. We'll go tomorrow, if you want."

He grinned, broad enough that his crooked teeth peeped out from between his lips.

"Tomorrow, eh?"

"That's what I said, right?"

"Sure is..." With that, Robert leaned forward, pressing a light kiss to you briefly. "I love you, you know that?"

Your eyes shone as you looked into his, seeing his own truth reflected there, and you nodded to him.

"I love you too." You echoed sweetly, "Now, c'mere, you. Let's get back to sleep. Big day tomorrow, after all."

You started pulling him along with you as you stepped through the front door and back into the house.

"Sleep? After all that? You're crazy."

Though he couldn't see it, you rolled your eyes at him playfully.

"Okay, maybe not sleep. But... cuddling, then. At least."

"Oh yeah, I can get on board with that."

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swirlysmile · 2 years

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Hey i see that ur request are open!!! I wanted to request super angsty thing if you’re okay with it. I wanted a rooster x reader, where the reader is bob’s sister and she get badly hurt because she protect rooster in the uranium mission, so the three of them fell to the enemy territory and when mav and roos wanted to stole the f14 she also stole a plane but got shot at a vital part of her body but made it. She got back to the base but didn’t realize she’s hurt and lose a lot of blood to the point of almost dying until rooster was asking her to come down from her plane and rooster was losing his mind when he sees the bloods. Please make it super angsty where they have to resurrect her in front of roos, i wanted that suspense and angst. Thank you sm🤍🤍🤍

a little switched up, but the idea is the same! i’m not super great at writing angst, so let me know what you think of it.

thanks for the request, i hope i did your idea justice. i have some writers block so requests are taking me a bit longer, sorry!

word count: 3.5k

warnings; somewhat graphic mentions of blood and injuries, ends sort of happily

Conversation

“Bradshaw, as I live and breathe.”

You’re off to the side, opting to watch Hangman and Rooster argue while Bob makes a miserable attempt at cleaning up the drink he spilled. They haven’t noticed you yet, and you’re deciding to make a game out of it. You straighten out your service khakis and play a game of rock paper scissors with Bob before they even think to look your way.

Honestly, it’s kind of hilarious.

You’re more outgoing than Bob, you’d have no problem revealing yourself. It’d be pretty funny to see their faces when you tell them you’d been there the whole time tomorrow, though.

“Well, what do we have here? Another Floyd?” Hangman says. He’s poking at your nametag and you smile uncomfortably, opting not to say anything. Bob is practically thrown a cue stick, and you’re trying not to laugh at his slight distress.

“Hands off my sister, Hangman.” Bob says, a little sheepishly, and Hangman drops your nametag that he was fiddling with. The bell rings for the third time tonight, so you’ve sort of caught on.

“Overboard!” The bar chants, and you don’t really have a great view of the man that Hangman and Coyote are throwing out. When the keys begin pounding, you follow your fellow pilots over to the piano.

What a night.

The next morning, you’re glad that Bob stopped you from having that last drink. You quickly do your hair and rush out of the military issued housing to make it on base in time.

You slide into an empty seat in the back, Bob already being next to Phoenix. Rooster strolls up next to you, making it in in the nick of time before they call for attention.

Honestly, you were expecting to see someone more renowned, certainly much less, what’s the word? Notorious. Rooster's friendly grin shifted into more of a hostile scowl, his distaste for Maverick being made known. You glance over at him in confusion, but the dull thud of an instruction manual hitting the wastebasket makes you snap your head back towards the front.

“So does your enemy.” At this point you wish you had been listening because everything coming out of Captain Mitchell’s mouth is concerning.

“Good morning aviators! This is your captain speaking,”

You’re up in the air right now while Maverick explains the rules. If you squinted and tilted your head, maybe you’d have a chance.

Thanks to Payback and Fanboy’s big mouths though, Maverick is going all out when it comes to his already-fancy-flying. You end up back on the tarmac, cursing them for the 200 push-ups you have to do.

“Lucky son of a bitch!” You say, lightly punching Bob’s arm when he and Phoenix get out of the air. They narrowly avoided the punishment because of Roosters pride.

He’s out on the tarmac now, doing his push-ups.

“I’m gonna go try and figure out his problem,” Phoenix says.

You see them talking for a second, or moreso see Rooster sitting while Phoenix awkwardly squats.

“No luck.” She shares when she returns, not giving you the full story, she’s wiping dust onto her pants. You groan.

You’re having a great time getting to know your colleagues over the course of the week, even enjoying some time with Hangman. He’s not so insufferable once you get to know him, and you’re thanking Coyote who begged you to give Jake a second chance.

Then, you move on from dogfighting and onto flying the course and everything falls to pieces again.

“You just don’t get it. Either a man flies like Maverick here, or a man does not come home. No offense.” Hangman grins at Rooster, glancing at you and Phoenix.

“Yet somehow, you always manage.” Bob says, a tight lipped smile gracing his face. You’re about ready to tackle him yourself, and it had all been so good just 5 minutes ago, but Rooster beats you to it the second Hangman mentions his dad. Mavericks old RIO.

Nick ‘Goose’ Bradshaw.

“I’m cool, I’m cool!” Hangman shrugs everyone’s hands off of him, but Rooster still needs to be held back.

Well, that answers a question.

Not by who should have answered it, but it was known now nonetheless. Rooster did not enjoy the looks of sympathy he was receiving, and the second you were dismissed he made a quick escape, avoiding any further conversation. You’re absolutely livid with Hangman, and the rest of the group is pretty upset with him too. You even hear Coyote say “Too far, man.” and murmurs of agreement are thrown out among the group as well.

At first, you think Maverick is crazy. It’s hot, and you feel pretty sweaty, but after a few minutes? You’re having the time of your life. Your hands are shaking while you hold the football. “Where do I run?” You ask, a little too loudly and Bob throws his hand up, pointing to the left. “Thanks, Bob!” Hangman and Rooster come flying towards you, and your legs start to move.

The group erupts in cheers, and Maverick seems even more sane. This team building exercise was doing wonders for you, for Hangman. Hell, even for Rooster and Maverick. Rooster actually helped Maverick up, and the sight makes your heart swell a little.

“Keep it up, Halo!” You call, taking a sip of your water. These are the people you’re starting to see as family. Sure, it’s quick, but being on a team for an incredibly difficult and dangerous mission brings people together. Rooster joins you, twisting off his bottle cap.

“Hey,”

“Hi Rooster.” You say, and with a minute of awkward silence, you set your water bottle down and run back to the game.

A few more minutes and you’re sweating your ass off, and the only thing that would make this a little better is some frolicking in the ocean. One of the many perks of being stationed in California.

You splash Bob, and he makes it his life’s mission to drown you.

“Siblings,” Phoenix sighs. Rooster watches with curiosity. He never had the luxury of a sibling, someone who’d make him feel less alone. He’d always had his mom, and sometimes Maverick, and occasionally Ice and Sarah, and it sounds so weird to say that they didn’t understand him. They tried their hardest to play and entertain him, but it wasn’t the same. He wasn’t exactly the most popular kindergartener, always talking about planes and such, so he missed out on that too. Luckily, it got better as he got older.

“Don’t just stand there, Bradshaw!” He hears from you, a huge splash of water hitting him. He slides his aviators back on and joins the rest of the team in the water, ready to take revenge.

Everything was great for a little while, minus the not so great parts. Like Admiral Kazansky’s funeral, a man who you’d never had the pleasure of personally knowing. The aftermath was crazy, with Maverick stealing a plane. Then, your mission got bumped up, and it was terrible.

Everyone was right back to being at each other’s throats, specifically Hangman and Rooster. Yay team. Since the mission is bumped up, so is training.

“But nobody has successfully completed the course!”

“Nevertheless, we have to move on.”

You had a bad feeling about this settling into your stomach. Like some sort of void that everything your body uses has dropped into, you feel like an empty husk, like you’re spectating yourself. Especially after the climb out. You missed the shot, much to your dismay, but god the force. Maverick wasn’t lying when he said that your lungs would feel compressed. You aren’t even shocked when moments after you get down, Coyote passes out.

Or at least you don’t feel shocked, but you do feign it. Of course you’re concerned, but you almost passed out yourself.

“Shit, I’m going after h-” Maverick says, and the comms cut out. You don’t know what’s going on, your hands are shaking a little bit. So, Rooster grabbed your right hand, on instinct, giving it a little squeeze. He always did that for Carole when he was little, before she started crying, her hands would shake a little bit. Even when he felt like crying himself.

Then, the reality of it all settled. One of his friends was going down, and he didn’t know whether or not he was okay because of a stupid malfunction.

“m’ okay!” Coyote says, comms cutting back in before going out again, and he thinks that it’s an insane stroke of luck.

“Bird strike!” Suddenly the comms are crystal clear, and your head starts to spin. You grip Rooster’s hand tighter than you were before because, Bob. All of Phoenix’s ramblings about emergency protocol are lost in your head because, Bob.

“Phoenix, you can't save it!” Mav says, and that resonated with you. “Eject, eject!”

Your heart is pounding, practically beating your chest, and then Maverick announces that he saw parachutes. There’s still a chance Bob isn’t okay, but you’d take a chance over knowing he most definitely was gone.

Your hand relaxes a little bit, so Rooster lets go. He didn’t know how thankful you were for his gesture, but no way in hell were you going to tell him.

“They’re alright Rooster, just being kept in the hospital overnight for observation.” You hear through the door, and maybe it’s not your place, it’s definitely not your place, but you’re curious.

“Why did you do it?”

“Wha-“

“Why did you stand in my way!”

You can practically feel the wince that Maverick is wearing.

“You weren’t ready.”

“Ready to what? To fly like you?”

“No!” Maverick snaps, and you think that you’ve heard enough. The brisk walk down the hall feels much longer than it actually is due to the shouting.

It’s hard to hear your family fight.

The next day, everything is relatively normal, minus the glares that Rooster shoots Maverick. He hadn’t done that for a whopping week and a half. How do you even bring that up? Hey Rooster, bud, I have to be honest. I was eavesdropping yesterday, you good?

Definitely not.

So, you didn’t. Didn’t ask about it, didn’t think about it, didn’t pay it any attention. “You okay?” Bob asks with worry. Your face is scrunched up in a mixture of confusion and sorrow, and you send him a measly thumbs up in confirmation. Some things you just can’t speak about.

The next day, your head was spinning. Goosebumps adorned your arms, and you weren’t so sure vomit wouldn’t decorate your uniform. Today was the day, would you be picked, would any of your family be left to die? It was terrifying.

“Phoenix and Bob,” Your heart drops a little knowing he’d be out there, “Payback and Fanboy.”

“For my wingmen, Rooster and [callsign]” Bob shoots you a look, and you’re not sure if he's pissed or excited for you. You and Rooster share this glance, one that’s like Holy shit? This is happening? You hadn’t talked to him much since Bob had to eject, nerves getting the better of you.

“Good luck.” Maverick says.

You’re sitting in the common room in the carrier, probably far past the acceptable hours, getting into your own head. Psyching yourself out. Rooster could relate, so he steps out of his room using water as an excuse.

“Hey,”

“Hi Rooster, what are you doing up?”

“I could ask you the same thing.”

“Touché.”

He snorts and grabs a cup, heading towards the tap.

“I’m thinking a bit too much.” You say, twirling the class ring on your finger. “About this mission, I’m actually scared.” He takes his cup of water and comes to plop down next to you on the couch.

“Me too.” It sounds more like a confession than anything, than a comfort.

Then, he does it again. He sees the shake in your hands, puts down his cup, and grabs your hand. The one closest to him.

“We can do this,” He affirms.

“We can do this.” And you go to bed more confident than you’ve been in a while.

You step out of your room, trudging through the narrow halls while you attempt to get to the runway. Everything is basically set up, you’re just being re-briefed and then thrown out there.

“Give ‘em hell,” Hangman says to Rooster. Rooster is surprised that Hangman didn’t come up and harass him for Mavericks' choice, it’s as if they have some unspoken pact now.

“Bob, be safe.”

“You too,”

“Don’t do anything stupid,”

“Tell that to Phoenix.”

“I won’t!” She calls over the wind.

“I love you,” You say to Bob, then it’s like clockwork. You “saddle up” and prepare for possibly the hardest mission of your life.

“Good luck,” Rooster calls out to you just before you climb into the cockpit. You send him a half assed salute, nerves taking over.

You felt like you were on autopilot, doing everything asked of you when it was asked of you. You’re flying behind Payback and Fanboy as a last resort in case Rooster missed. “Speed up!” They say, and when the plane in front of you starts to move, you clutch the yoke a little tighter and follow. It’s underwhelming to hear “We made contact!” and even “Smoke on the air!” On Maverick and Phoenix's end, even if you’re worried for Bob.

“Dammit, this laser isn’t working!”

“That’s it, I’m dropping in blind”

You’re close behind, but not too close, so when the huge explosion happens you’re still climbing. “Success!” You speed up even more, rushing to enter Coffin Corner.

“Smoke in the air!”

Once it’s you being targeted, you become much more aware of your surroundings. You start effectively communicating, the shock of the situation wearing off.

“Shit, I’m out of flares!” Rooster says. Maverick immediately switches course, his plane getting blown up in the process.

“I didn’t see a parachute!” You're still trying to shake some SAMs, but the second that more are on Rooster's tail, you’re rushing to help him. Maybe it’s stupid, it’s definitely stupid, but you cant watch him go down too. “[Callsign] no!” Bob shouts, but it’s too late. You’ve already intercepted, taking the likely fatal blow. “No,”

The last thing you remember is pulling the ejection handles a little too late, winding up too close to the crash and passing out.

The second you wake up, there’s a searing pain in your wrist and ribs -but you conclude that they’re definitely not broken. You’re bleeding through your flight suit, pieces of shrapnel impaling you in various places. God did it hurt, but you’re not a pilot for nothing, so you brush it off as best you can.

“Hello?” You utter, attempting to see if your comms were still working, and when you receive no reply you sigh. It’s likely they won’t send a rescue chopper for another few days, if they even decide to. They lost two pilots already, and Cyclone definitely wouldn’t risk more.

“We can’t circle back,”

“Rooster, they’re gone.” Bob says, holding back some tears. He’s trying to keep a level head, but Rooster won’t say anything. “Rooster!” Payback calls the second Rooster turns his plane around, but his mind is made up.

He’s going back for Mav, he’s going back for you.

Maverick is contemplating his life decisions, two life threatening crashes in the span of two months? Maybe he needs to reevaluate his piloting, but his thoughts are cut short when the whir of an enemy aircraft approaches. He’s dropping all his gear in an attempt to run, his radar, his parachute, everything. Maverick hops over a fallen tree, ducking down to avoid the shots being fired. When the aircraft follows him, he thinks he’s done for. And he didn’t even make up with Bradley.

It’s cold, and it hurts to move. You’re shaking with every step, but if you’re correct and not hallucinating from blood loss, you saw something go down -or up- in flames. It’s dangerous to have hope, but hope may be the only thing saving you now.

“What were you thinking?!” Mav shouts, equal parts annoyance and anger.

“You told me not to think!” Rooster yells back with just as much ferocity. They stand there for a second before he awkwardly clears his throat.

“It’s good to see you.”

“It’s good to see you too,” Rooster chokes out.

There’s a thud in the snow alerting both Maverick and Rooster. They turn their heads to see you fall into the snow, and Rooster is rushing to get to you.

“[Callsign]! Are you okay?”

“Just peachy, Rooster.” You cough a little bit while he pulls you up.

Maverick immediately gets to work, doing his best to temporarily patch the wounds you procured.

“All done, now let’s go.”

You’re still a bit woozy, and definitely need some better patchwork, but that will have to wait until you’re out of this hellhole. You’re sitting on a ledge, staring down at the blown up runway. There are two planes, and Maverick has the bright idea of stealing them.

“Mav, no, this is not a good idea!”

“Best one we got,” He says

“She can’t even fly!”

You sigh and roll up the sleeves of your flight suit. “I’m trained for this Rooster, we’re trained for this. I can do it,” Your voice quivers a little bit, as if you're unsure of yourself. Maverick runs off anyways, leaving Roosters' protests in the dust. You follow at more of a hobble, and that’s when Rooster decides to go.

Before you hop into the plane, you try fiddling with your suit, hoping it will make the comms work again. It doesn’t, so you’re flying with minimal communication.

“See you on the other side,” You nod in appreciation.

It’s harder than you thought it would be, trying to follow Maverick’s lead without the guidance of his voice, but you’re the best of the best. If anyone can do it, it’s you, and the graduates selected for this mission. Even with impaired judgement, you’re following along. Down in the canyon, you’re being shot at. You narrowly avoid any bullets hitting your plane, but Maverick and Rooster aren’t so lucky. When they finally shoot the plane down, the pilot ejects.

Then you race out of there, being met by even more hostile jets. Your consciousness is bordering on loss, but you’re trying your hardest to push through. The sound of shots being fired, at you, is what snaps you out of it. The pain of being shot a few more times doesn’t really register, you’re already aching all over.

Then, Hangman saves the day. You’re assuming he says something cocky, but without working comms, you don’t know. It’s just you, the roar of the engine, and your thoughts.

The second you land your plane, you take notice of the celebration crowding Maverick and Rooster. You hop out, and the second you do the weight of your injuries hits you, and you drop.

“[Callsign]!” Both Bob and Rooster are shouting, Maverick is trying to find a medic, and Phoenix is standing there in shock. Your eyes drift to a close, the world around you fading into nothingness.

Maverick brings a medic back onto the runway, they don’t even try to bring you down to the medical wing. It’s too urgent to wait that much longer, so the man drops down to his knees to make sure you’re still alive.

“She’s not breathing!” He says, and Rooster's head is spinning. He’s pinching himself while they try to save you, like this is all some kind of sick dream that he’s having. One that’s going to mess him up for the real mission, but the pinches aren’t doing anything. It’s real, scarily real.

Blood is literally covering your flight suit, and he wants to say “Great Mav! You did a bang up job!” but he knows it’s not the older pilot's fault. He knows that it’s his fault.

Even Hangman is staring, in a mixture of awe and worry. Phoenix is hugging Bob, having snapped out of her daze while Fanboy is running around trying to help.

“She’s breathing,” The medic says, sounding sorrowful. “but she’s unstable, get a stretcher up here!”

Rooster swears it was the scariest moment in his life, seeing you dragged away on that stretcher before he had the chance to have a real, good, and not awkward conversation with you.

Hours later, and there’s still no news. Rooster wishes it was anything but anxiety swelling within him. Pride? Totally, sign him up. He’s sure Bob is feeling just as bad, if not worse. Poor guy is literally shaking in the corner.

“She’s fine!” Maverick bursts into the room, the loud slam of the door making the group of pilots jump. “She’s out of surgery, and she’s alive. [Callsign] won’t be awake for a few more hours, but she’s alive.” He sounds exasperated and exhausted and excited all at the same time.

You bet that he was in there right as you woke up, second only to Bob.

“Hey,”

“Hi Rooster.”

He’s holding your hand, the same way he did when Bob went down, and the feeling makes your heart race a little bit.

“Can I kiss you?” He says, and the nod he receives is all he needs.

So much for conversation.

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Omgggg

Sksjsks I went onto my insta and saw that someone liked this… old Jolynes from like, 2015-17 or so that I never got to finish (they’re all on my old laptop… I will rescue my files one day… this was my old cartoony style. I’ve revamped it a LOT. It used to be so much more loose… I kind of wish that it still was because it made the style look more simplistic and free? I’ve always been a huge fan of simple art styles!) I remember making an attempt at drawing every canon Jolyne outfit that I could find (at least the official colored drawings, not the ones from the manga since that would’ve been too much for me. I have the Jojoveller (I bought the Jojoveller back when it first came out from Japan and paid like, almost $200 for it orz….. should’ve waited for the price drop lol. I have every JJBA artbook tbh. But that helped me track down most of the official Jolyne stuff. Not all but a lot of it!) I’d drawn up at least 20 outfits at this point. At least I think so? These were just some of them. Hopefully, I’ll be able to retrieve my drawings again… the faces that I used to draw on my old style used to be so ugly, sorry.

Here’s an example of this same style but revamped to now lol…

(Yuki wip…. The bodies have more standard anatomy but the hands are still blocky like??? The faces are prettier tho…. Has it lost a bit of personality? Maybe… I do like my new style tho… But could I still even call it a cartoony style, especially since it looks more anime than before :/…. Uh, I’m thinking too hard on this :(….)

Another example is this Rengoku… it’s a little diff from the Yuki one despite being the same cartoon like style? (Barely cartoon anymore…) I don’t usually draw the nostril slit for this style but I did so for Yuki since it just looked better… idk if I’m gonna start doing that or not, I’ve literally been driving myself insane over deciding if I want to start drawing nostrils or not… for this Rengoku, it’s definitely more accurate to the style that I was pushing for but hm….. Similar to these Makima’s…. I didn’t draw the nostril…

I like to keep the ears very simple in this style as well and again, look at Makima’s hands. They’re supposed to be blocky like this hehe. The Yuki wip is more of an improvement of this same style but I’ve been so all over the place with it… I feel so bad, omg. The most polished example that I could find immediately of the original cartoon style was of these Shinobu’s… see how round and free everything is!?

Don’t even get my started on the chibi styles…. I have a handful… because I’m indecisive. The Sukuna wips are from a new chibi style that I’ve been thinking about and I rly like it… The Kak/Oc chibi was for a commission that I had sm fun drawing for. I still like the style! I’ve always loved when artists left the pupils white for some reason? I wanted to do that, too! I forgot to color the lineart in the girls skirt lol….

This style with Sanemi and Uzui is rly cute to me as well… I will not be retiring it. I kind of hate the old chibi style with Josuyasu tho. Hideous to me. And overly complicated. I don’t really like chibi styles that have TOO much going on, especially if they’re not as cute since chibi’s are supposed to be cute. I said ugly but beauty in art is subjective sjsjs… if they’re pretty and cute than idc. So I technically have three chibi styles that I like.

Ohh actually, I have two other chibi styles….. fuck, I just don’t have any pics of them that I’ve uploaded, only saved as files. One isn’t really a serious style at all tho, they were for fun (experimental) and the chibi that you can see hanging in the corner of Yuki in the wip above is of another simpler style as well…

#whaaaaaaaa #rambling #my art #sorry I’m always yapping!!!#an artistic Journey haha… I hardly ever talk about my artistic thoughts so…

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(R) Blurb: Klaus Mikaelson- Court Me?

You were the most interesting and most infuriating person that Klaus had met and that was saying something for Klaus who had many brothers and sisters.

When you first met it was just a catch of each other eyes. Not something that could possibly draw that must attention, but Klaus had been gazing at you all evening long. From that point on Klaus hadn’t been without looking at you for mere moments.

The eldest of the Mikaelson family had lead Klaus to be rash and rather angry when things did not go his way and it showed when he tired to make an advance and you purposely made it seem as if you were interested.

The game started from that point on.

The two of you danced around each other. Constantly just within reach but forever out of grasp of one another. This went on for what seemed like centuries.

Your first meeting had been in 1492, the gowns were bigger and swayed more under the dancing and moving of your body. The puffy gown made it hard for Klaus to get anywhere near you.

Then your second meeting sent Klaus into a frenzy. It was nearly 200 years later. 1692 a winter ball before the end of the year and new year began. You had yet to see his face but he had seen yours and you hadn’t aged a day since that night in 1492. He grew smitten with you and it was rather dull standing with his youngest sister and younger brother.

It was like that night all over again. Dancing around each other but Klaus never being able to get his hands on you. Yearning and growing tired of playing games Klaus did what Klaus had learned to do in the past. He chased and made the game his own. His own rules, his own everything to just get one thing. You.

The plan fell through though, you had been shuffled off to go gently sway with a young excited man. His face showed all his cards. Cards that told Klaus he’d bore you eventually, or you drink him dry.

200 years had past there was only one thing you were and Klaus was quite okay it. The image of drinking the small man’s blood flashed past his eyes. From that point on he had a hard time standing straight.

Finally he had his chance nearly, 435 years later. The 20’s had been a booming time for Klaus he had practically forgotten about you. He had forgotten about the way your face made him melt, and how all he wanted to do was to finally court you.

He spent him time with his baby sister and his new best friend, Stefan. The bars were loud with dancing music and the more Stefan hung around the more things became rowdy and rambunctious. His sister was falling for the guy and he was more then okay with it.

In you walked, your hair had changed since the last time he saw you. You had yet to age and you glowed under the harsh lights of the bar. It had been nearly to long since Klaus had seen and he was making tonight the night. Two times you had been taken or slipped out of his grasps . He coughed excusing himself from the eye-fucking that was going on between his sister and best friend.

You were all alone and he made sure of that has be quickly. Grabbed your hand zipping both of you out and past the crowd of people. “You?” You said he had heard it. Finally heard your voice. “Klaus.” He said seductively. He had wondered what it would sound like, wondered how soft you would feel under his hand.

Everything was going so well. “You’ve been everywhere?” You said, his fingers on your skin felt heavenly. “I think you’ve seen me all this time and kept me chasing you.” Klaus quipped, arched brow and smirking face he had caught you and now you had given up. “Maybe I did, but I guess you’ll never find out.”

Spending hundreds of years yearning for him and kept him chasing you didn’t hold back anymore as you closed the small distance between the two of you. Lips touching for the first time in forever. Molding to each other, like you had been for each other since the dawn of time.

Completed on 12/02/22

Posted on 12/03/22

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legit9thlunaticwarrior · 1 year

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I got another one! You’ll love it! 😇

I wanna request this one specifically for you! 76. unrequited love that is now requited, and a kiss that proves it from the a hundred different kisses prompts & “i wish i could hate you.” from the 200 random dialogue prompts with Angelo Parker, your true love ❤️

cant get no peace in this dollhouse. yes the title is a dodie clark song

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'Would You Be So Kind?' Angelo Parker (Jeff) x fem!reader

gif from @junglehooks

👔 you were like a lovesick puppy when it came to jeff. some would call it an obsession. it wasn't to you though

👔 the two of you were no strangers; having worked in nxt together in years past, but it was like he never noticed you

👔 kiera couldn't wrap her head around how blind you are. he always asked about you. after all: hogan does know best

👔 what you like to do outside of work. favorite things. how he should approach you

👔 she started to feel caught in the middle so she enlisted the help of one of his stablemates: tay melo. tay was a friend of yours and knew she'd want to assist

👔 tay had tampered with that switchblade comb he carries with him everywhere. you were known as a little tinkerer on the roster so she would direct him to you

👔 "i told you to stop flipping it open and closed when you don't need to." matt scolded. tay piped up to mention you could fix it

👔 "you can ask Y/N. she fixed that stereo for max and anthony, i'm sure she can fix your brush."

👔 "it's a comb, for the millionth time." he corrected her, "where can i find her?" she directed him to catering and texted kiera that the plan was in motion

👔 he found you talking to kiera. whatever it was, you seemed to be passionate about it. he saw your eyes had an even more beautiful shimmer in them as you spoke.

👔 "hey, Y/N, uh, could you maybe," he cleared his throat nervously, "maybe help me with this comb? i don't know what happened to it and i know you're great at fixing things."

👔 you could feel the nerves kicking in and when you turned to kiera, she was gone.

👔 "uh, yeah! sit down and lemme see it?" he quickly took the now vacant seat next to you and handed you the retro hair tool. "how long have you had this? i haven't seen one of these things since my days of going to the barbershop with my nana to pick pop up." you asked as you examined the comb

👔 "i don't remember at this point, couple years now." he put his arm around the back of the chair you were sitting in and leaned closer to you; watching your eyes determine the problem

👔 a moment had passed and "ahha i see! couple screws are a little loose. easy fix." you turned your head and noticed how close he was. "is it something you can do now? it's okay if no-"

👔 he shut his mouth when he saw you remove a pin from your hair and manipulate the shape of it to accommodate the tiny screws. you pulled the loose ones out to check if they were stripped and he couldn't help but watch in awe

👔 how the piece of hair, that was now free from the tiny metal confinement, flowed to frame your pretty face perfectly. your tongue poking out through your teeth and locked in eyes focused on fixing the comb;

👔 truly lost in his own thoughts until your hand waved in front of his face gently "um, jeff? she's all fixed." you handed him the comb but he just sat there after taking it. "can i ask you something?" you nodded your head a bit

👔 "how come, after all the time we spent in nxt, did we not talk?" you thought for a second about answering with a lie. oh i don't know. maybe because you took up half my brain space? almost every other girl we worked with you flirted with but never with me? that for years 'i was completely and irrevocably in love with' you but you never even looked at me? is not what anyone needed to hear... or so you thought

👔 "is that true?" he asked. it had dawned on you that everything just spilled out when it wasn't supposed to. you would have happily taken it to the grave. you sighed, but nodded in defeat. "i thought you didn't like me. or hated me for that matter. i thought there was something wrong with me."

👔 his hand came up to your face and stroked your cheek with his thumb, "hate you? i wish i could hate you. i never thought i had a chance with you. the first day you walked into the performance center i wanted to talk to you." you noticed him looking from your eyes to your lips and back. you couldn't stop yourself from biting your lip nervously

👔 his thumb moved down to pull it from your teeth. he looked in your eyes, silently asking for permission, to which you nodded yes

👔 it was gentle, yet oh so passionate

👔 "i know that one kiss can't make up for all those years lost, but i can try."

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