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[minnieminshi]

Pucking Chemistry

Summary: You never should’ve agreed to tutor the captain of the hockey team. Who shows up a full hour after the agreed meeting time? Choi Seungcheol, apparently as you’ve come to learn. And now you’re stuck tutoring him because for some reason, you're his last hope to pass chemistry so he’s eligible to play in an upcoming tournament. 

Warnings: cursing because I can’t help myself lol, mentions of your father abandoning the family (it's minor and only mentioned like once)

Word Count: 9.9K (I was possessed lol)

Extra info: high school setting, Cheol uses the term "princess" a lot and I'm a sucker for calling people by their last name, mentions of Monsta X’s I.M (aka Changkyun) and Kard’s Somin (but she gets mentioned like once lol), your little brother’s name never gets mentioned but you do call him Frosty lol, and my knowledge of hockey is limited to watching Dr. Mike on yt talk about hockey injuries so there’s not a whole lot of hockey action in this fic lmao.

Author's Note: this fic made me realize my little brother is turning 13 this year and I can’t handle that because what do you mean he’s a teen now he literally turned one the other day and I think that shows in this fic lol. Also if I only count the days I actually sat down to write this fic it only took me 3 days lol, but I had 3 tests this week and had to be productive so that nerfed me. This is also the first fic I'm posting in this app so bare with me lol and in honor of Scoups and Jeonghan getting cleared to return to activities, I present the beginning of this series

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Sitting in the school’s library, all your chemistry notes laid out, you began to rethink agreeing to tutor the school’s hockey captain, Choi Seungcheol. With another glance to your phone, you sighed, ten minutes passed what the two of you agreed to meet at. If you didn’t like your chemistry teacher as much as you do, you would have never agreed to do this. 

He’s a sweet guy, I’m sure he won’t give you any problems!

But it’s only ten minutes and sometimes things come up. Maybe he’d walk in after a few more minutes and then you two could finally start. 

Except those ten minutes slowly morphed into thirty minutes, forty five minutes, and now suddenly it’s an hour and not a single word from Choi Seungcheol about where the hell he’s at.

And while having to wait an hour for someone to show up to something they needed sucked, that’s not what pissed you off. What pissed you off was the fact that after this tutoring session, you had a date with Changkyun, set up by your friend Somin, but thanks to the no show Choi Seungcheol, you’d have to rush home, get your little brother ready for the evening and get ready for your date. And while you could hypothetically get everything done in time, you would prefer it if you didn’t have to rush. Your little brother’s probably gonna complain about his quick dinner of chicken nuggets and macaroni after you promised him yesterday you’d make him what he called an “actual meal.” You reminded him that he was twelve and fully capable of cooking for himself and suddenly the quick meal was the best thing he’s ever eaten. 

So he could survive a rushed meal, however getting ready for your date was a different story. Rushing to get ready in the morning for school was one thing. You could halfass an outfit and get your brother out the door in fifteen minutes flat if your mom was already at work, but you needed a little more time to actually look good enough for someone who wasn’t related to you or hasn’t seen you slumped over your desk with textbooks and notes sprawled all over the floor. 

Now, because of Choi Seungcheol, you’d have to rush, something you wished wouldn’t happen. 

“Sweet guy my ass,” you mutter under your breath as you begin shoving your things into your backpack. Just as you finished shoving the last textbook into your backpack, a deep voice caught you off guard before you rolled your eyes.  

“Where’re you going princess, aren’t you gonna tutor me?” 

Oh? 

Letting out a low chuckle, you turn to face the captain who you wished you could smack that smirk off his face and crossing your arms over your chest, you leaned against the table. “Tutor you? I agreed to tutor you an hour ago, and since that’s passed, I’m heading home to go enjoy my evening.” 

As you turned around to grab your backpack and go home, you felt a hand on your shoulder. You looked up to see him holding onto you, a hesitant look in his eyes. Your brows furrowed as you shook his hand off. 

“Look, I’m sorry about being late, but something came up.” He muttered, his hand falling to his side as he shoved his hands into the front pocket of his hoodie. You scoffed as you shouldered your bag. “Too busy to send a heads up?” 

You look up to see a light blush dust his cheeks as he looks away from you, and if you weren’t so pissed at him, you’d find him kinda cute. 

“I’m sorry.” 

You sighed as you glance at the clock on the wall, and with a sigh, you turn to the hockey player. “Look, I have plans so I can give you 45 minutes.” 

“Forty five minutes? That’s barely any time to learn anything,” he complained with a small pout on his lips as you rolled your eyes. “Take it or leave it Choi, you’re the one who was late.” 

He let out a small huff before agreeing to the terms, pulling out a chair as you pulled out your phone, setting an alarm for exactly 45 minutes. Thankfully tutoring him wasn’t terrible, he actually seemed to listen to you and he even took notes while you explained the most recent lesson to him. Maybe if he was kind enough to send a message earlier you might actually feel bad about leaving, but alas that wasn’t the case. 

With the default alarm ringing, you began packing up your things once again, this time, really just throwing everything with no regard as to how things landed in your bag. With a little speeding you should be able to make it home in about fifteen minutes which gives you about ten minutes to make your brother’s dinner and have about thirty minutes to get ready for your date. Perfect timing as long as you leave right now. 

Just as you begin to walk away, pulling up your little brother’s contact to tell him you’re on your way, Seungcheol calls you out. “Are we still good for next week?” You freeze, slowly turning to look at him as your phone rings. “Next week? Listen Choi, I think it’s best if you find someone else to tutor you.”

Before he can say anything, you cut him off. “Listen, I have things to take care of after school and I can’t wait for over an hour, wondering if you’ll show up. I’ll tell Ms. Park to find someone else and we don’t have to worry about seeing each other again.” With that, you walk out the library, your little brother having finally picked up and making things easier for you as he grabbed all the food you told him to. 

Looks like things will be going back to normal after today, no more having to worry about Choi Seungcheol. 

Or so you thought. 

What you didn’t expect to see when coming to pick up your little brother from his little hockey club practice is Choi Seungcheol out on the ice, with your little brother excitedly talking to him about who knows what. 

You internally groan, why, just why did he have to be the one to coach your little brother’s team. And why did you have to say you’d never see him again, it’s like you were asking for the universe to play a cruel prank on you by making sure this would happen to you. 

Weeks ago, when your little brother asked you if you could start taking him to a hockey club he joined every Saturday, you didn’t see any issue with it initially. As long as he had the proper gear (that your guys’ mom provided) you thought it was great he found a sport he enjoyed after he burned through basketball, soccer, tennis, and baseball in a matter of a few years. Plus it meant you could have Saturday to yourself for a few hours while everyone else was out of the house. So a win-win in your book. 

Or so it was a win before you were left in disbelief, standing off to the side as you watched him talk to Seungcheol. You shook your head, calling out his name as you made your way to the plexiglass wall, wanting to go home. You made the rookie mistake of walking into the rink with no jacket, thinking it would be a quick run of picking him up and going back home. How foolish of you to think things would work out for you. 

You let out a small gasp as you made eye contact with your little brother, holding it for a few seconds, only to have him ignore you and continue to talk to his coach, who you knew was aware of your presence. You groan, grounding the heels of your palms into your eyes. Oh how you wished you were an only child in moments like this. Instead you were cursed to be a big sister to a little brother who made your life oh so difficult. 

Calling out his name one more time, he finally looked over at you and started to make his way off the rink. You sighed, thankful you weren’t going to have to resort to actually going out on the ice to drag him out. 

“Took you long enough, I’m freezing over here,” you said once he was at the wall, carefully stepping onto the non-frozen ground with his skates. “That’s on you for not bringing a jacket into the rink.” 

“And that’s on you when all you get for dinner is a slice of bread,” you say when you hand him his sneakers that he had put on the seats before practice had started, and where his backpack was. “Can’t believe you feed me like I’m some paperboy from the 1900s,” he grumbled, but he took the shoes. 

Before you could shoot back a reply, Seungcheol skates up to the wall, a smirk on his face. You roll your eyes, wishing he’d go back to doing figure eights or whatever the hell he does on the ice. He calls out your name but you choose to pretend you don’t hear him, instead leaning down to grab your brother’s backpack, a small groan leaving your lips from the sheer weight in his bag. It’s like he carries rocks in this thing, you complain as you shoulder the bag. He shoots you a look as if asking why are you carrying my backpack, but he doesn’t question it, you know the whole gift horse saying. 

Just as he finishes tying his shoe, Seungcheol crosses the threshold, leaning against the door as he eyes you. You could feel your eye twitching as you watched him what looked like inspect you, and you fight back a groan when he smirks at you.  

“What happened to never seeing each other again prin-” 

“Don’t finish that sentence,” you grit out, hoping your little brother could help you if he truly cared about you. You glance over at him, and just from the look in his eyes, you know he’s not helping you out. It’s like his eyes are shining with awe just from being near Seungcheol and you wonder what your little brother sees in him. 

He can’t be that great, you still– well hate’s not the word, that’s too strong, it’s more so you greatly dislike him for what he did a week ago. You still think it was shitty of him to not tell you anything about being late. And of course his cocky personality is really starting to get on your nerves, especially when he calls you princess, as if you two are that close. You’ve only spoken to him a handful of times and yet he calls you a petname as if you’ve known each other for ages. It just makes your skin crawl. 

“You know each other?” Your brother asks, poking his head into the conversation as he looks between the two of you. Before you could say anything, Seungcheol butts in, “she tutors me.” 

Your jaw drops as he smiles, as if he didn’t just lie to your little brother. It’s like every time he opens his mouth he finds a new way to piss you off. You dryly chuckle as you grab your brother’s shoulder, trying to guide him away so you can leave. “I don’t, now come on, I gotta start prepping dinner.” 

“But it’s Saturday, we usually eat out today,” he says and you give him a tightlipped smile. “I just feel like cooking today so why don’t we go home now.” 

At that, it seems like your brother finally puts the pieces together, and nods his head. Just as the two of you are about to leave the rink, Seungcheol calls out your name once again. Already knowing what he’s going to ask you shake your head. “I’ll tell Ms. Park on Monday to find someone else to help you.” 

And with that, you’re gone and Seungcheol’s on his own again, wondering how the hell he’s supposed to get his chemistry grade up without your help. 

“Do you hate Scoups hyung?” Your brother asks once you pull out of the parking lot, your car currently playing I’ll Make a Man Out of You as you let out a confused sound. “Scoups? Is that what you guys call him,” you chuckle, finding the nickname a little silly. 

“He said he doesn’t like people calling him his full name,” he explains with a shrug. “Now, do you hate him?” 

Wow, he’s really not letting this go. 

You sigh as you look over to your right. He’s looking at you expectantly, as if there’s this great and terrible backstory to explain why you wanted to leave the rink as soon as the hockey player approached you. When you tell your brother what happened a few days ago between the two of you, he just rolls his eyes. Yes rolls his eyes, as if being forced to wait an hour for someone to show up isn’t a good enough reason to dislike a person. 

“He apologized, what’s the big deal?” He asks, and it’s moments like this when you're reminded your brother is just a boy. “It’s the fact he made me wait an hour with no heads up that I’m still upset about.” Your brother looks over at you, a small smile on his face. “I think he’s a good guy, I’m sure he had a reason why he was late. I don’t think he meant to blow you off like that.” 

You blink, letting his words sink in for a moment before shaking your head, focusing back on the road. “Let’s stop talking about Choi and focus back on planning your essay that you have due on Monday.” 

He groans, throwing his head back onto the headrest, complaining about why his teacher needed them to write about an important person in their life. “I’m going to write about our dog,” he mutters once the two of you pull up into the parking lot of your apartment. You chuckle, locking the car as he holds open the elevator for you. “We don’t even have a dog.” 

“Ms. Kang doesn’t know that.” He shrugs and sometimes you wonder how your brother’s made it this far. “Whatever you say Frosty, but that essay better be done by tomorrow since mom wants us to go out to eat for dinner.”

“Hey Frosty’s a pretty good name for a dog, you think I could use it for a husky?” 

“You know what, go crazy dude.” 

The last thing you expect when you were walking to the parking lot, heading over to the middle school to go pick up your brother, was to be pinned against a wall in the science building, much less to see Choi Seungcheol, on his knees, begging for you to not talk to Ms. Park. 

You could only blink, wondering what the hell has gotten into him. Did he hit his head too hard from a fall on the ice or something? Feeling a little embarrassed, you try getting him back on his feet before anyone walks down the hall. Thankfully he gets up, but unfortunately he keeps you pinned to the wall, towering over you. 

“Choi, what the fuck’s gotten into you,” you mutter, trying to push him slightly away from you, putting some breathing space between the two of you. 

“Please don’t talk to Ms. Park to find a replacement tutor.” He quietly says and you could feel your jaw drop. No fucking way he’s still on this. You put your hands on his shoulders, effectively getting him to look at you. “You can’t be serious.” 

He groans as he closes his eyes, as if he was thinking of what the best thing to say is. One of your eyebrows raise as you wait to see what he says, and what looks like great reluctance from him, he finally confesses his woes.

“There’s a big tournament coming up in a month and if I wanna play, I need to get my chem grade up.” 

You stare at him for a few seconds. That’s it? Why would this concern you? Feeling a little nice, you don’t voice out your thoughts and instead ask, “so what does that have to do with me? You can just find another tutor.” 

He shakes his head and you tilt your head to the side, now intrigued on what he could possibly say. 

“You’re the only person who actually makes chemistry make sense so if I want a chance to pass this class,” he looks up and your breath hitches when you look into his eyes. You never noticed how pretty his eyes are, or how fucking long his eyelashes are. Shaking those thoughts away, you notice what looks like hope in his eyes, and you realize he really thinks you’ll help him. “I need your help.” 

You blink, trying to weigh your options. While you still hold a grudge against him for the first tutoring session, this tournament’s important to him. The two of you are seniors, and depending on his plans for after graduation, this may be the last time he gets to play the sport. Then of course, you can’t stop thinking about what your brother said the other day, and unfortunately for you, you trust your brother’s judgment. And if Seungcheol’s ineligible to play, you really don’t want that to affect your brother’s team. He’s grown to love the sport in the weeks he’s played and you really don’t want him to lose his growing passion. 

You sigh, closing your eyes as you lean your head back against the wall. “Fine, I won’t talk to her.” He smiles and before he could thank you, you cut him off. “But just know I’m doing this for my brother, he really seems to like you and I don’t want you failing to affect your coaching.” 

“I’ll take it as long as you’re agreeing to keep tutoring me,” he smiles and you’re stunned into silence for a few seconds when you see dimples dot his cheeks. You shake out of it and wiggle out of his grasp. “Yeah, just make sure you’re not late without a heads up, Choi.” 

The next few weeks are filled with Choi Seungcheol, and you’re not sure how you feel about that statement just yet. In the beginning, you were still a bit reluctant, still fearing he’d be late with no excuse, but at your first tutoring session, he had arrived at the library before you. You were walking to some of the tables at the back of the library when you heard someone call your name, only to see it was Seungcheol, who had reserved a study room for the two of you and already had all of his notes out. 

You felt a little bad even though you arrived on time. You had to drop your brother at home so you couldn’t meet right after school, but you did your best to get there as soon as possible. 

He was very attentive while you explained everything to him and you wondered how he was failing chemistry in the first place when it seemed like he knew all the topics. It was when the two of you got to the practice problems did you see where the problems were coming from. 

Your teacher, Ms. Park, has the tendency to make half of your homework situational problems, where you had to apply the basic knowledge that, on its own, was quite simple, but once put in a non-laboratory setting became a lot more difficult if one didn’t have a complete grasp on the concept. And that’s what you suspect is happening to Seungcheol, and the reason he was failing the class. Good thing you caught on in the beginning of these sessions and you could plan accordingly. 

It was another tutoring session when your phone started ringing, you grabbed your phone, confused on who was calling you when you excused yourself, leaving him to work on a problem on his own while you stepped out into the study room next door to take the call. 

Your eyes widen when you hear your little brother’s quiet voice on the other end, hoarse as he asks if you could come back home. You tell him you’re on your way before hanging up the call, and rushing into the study room you were just in. 

Seungcheol jumped at your sudden intrusion, but before he could complain about you scaring him, you started to throw your things into your bag, grabbing your keys. “I’m sorry but my little brother’s sick so I gotta go take care of him.” 

You were halfway through the door when you turned to look at him, “I’ll make it up to when he’s all better!” And just like that, you were out the door, apologizing to the little kid you almost bulldozed down in your rush to your car. 

You make it back home in a new record, most definitely going past the speed limits as you skid into the parking spot in the parking garage, haphazardly raising your hand with your keys in hand in the air as you run towards the elevator, not double checking to see if you actually locked your car. If you didn’t live on the fifth floor, you’d actually consider taking the stairs instead of waiting for the elevator, but alas, not even the haze of trying to get to your little brother was enough for you to suddenly have an increase in stamina. 

Thankfully the elevator didn’t take long and you were able to make it to your apartment, throwing open the door as you tossed your backpack down the hallway. You rush into the living room to see your little brother laying across the couch, buried under a pile of blankets. He’s really out of it if he didn’t even bother to look up at all the noise you made trying to get in. You sigh before heading to the bathroom, looking for a thermometer and to check if there was anything you could give him over the counter. 

Tsking at the 100.4° on the small screen, you wiped a damp towel over his forehead, wondering how he got this bad in the span of the 45 minutes that you were gone. He didn’t look too bad when you had picked him up from school, tired sure, but not knocking on death’s door like he is now. You were about to give him the medicine you found when there was a knock at the door. Not knowing who it could be, you quickly gave your brother the medicine and headed to the door. 

You check through the peephole and take a step back, your jaw slacking as you realize who’s on the other side of your door. 

Choi Seungcheol. 

How the fuck did he figure out where you live? You don’t remember telling him and last time you checked, your address wasn’t public knowledge. Shaking off the initial shock, you open the door, now curious as to why he’s here. Before he could explain his sudden visit, you beat him to the punch. “How the hell do you know where I live?” 

He pointed to the floor above you. “Jeonghan told me, plus it was listed on the emergency contacts your brother filled out.” You blinked at him, wondering why your upstairs neighbor would rat you out like that, or how he knew your exact unit number. Whatever, what’s done is done. You point at the convenience store bag in his hand, asking about what he has. 

He brings his free hand to scratch the back on his neck, a nervous chuckle leaving his lips, avoiding eye contact. “I- uh got kinda worried and wanted to check up on you guys.” He brings the bag up, “I don’t know what he’s sick with so I just got the generic stuff and I brought snacks.” 

You stare at him for a few moments before chuckling, thanking him as you take the bag from him and gesture for him to follow you into the apartment. He hesitates for a second before you nod at him, assuring him that it’s okay. He slips his shoes off and sets them down next to yours, following you into the apartment. 

Your little brother looks a little better, actually looking up when the two of you walk into the living room (it’s only a few steps past the little entryway). He looks at the two of you for a second before laying back down. He shoots back up, as if wondering if Seungcheol is actually in your guys’ apartment. 

“Real or am I hallucinating?” 

You laugh as you adjust the towel over his forehead, “as crazy as it looks, he’s real. Now you should lie back down while I make you a porridge to eat.” He nods his head, laying back down as he adjusts the towel to sit over his eyes. You expected Seungcheol to stay in the living room with your brother, you didn’t expect him to follow you into the kitchen, asking if he could help you. Getting over the initial shock, something that keeps happening whenever you’re around him apparently, and start telling him to grab everything that you need. 

It was funny to see him panic everytime you left him on his own to check on your brother, his eyes wide as his head kept snapping from the stove to you. Who knew the tough hockey captain could get so nervous by being left alone in the kitchen? 

Thankfully it didn’t take long for the porridge to be made, and once you confirmed that your brother was able to keep his food down, you went back into the kitchen. “How do you like your ramen Choi?” 

You turn to see him pouting and for some reason you feel the urge to poke his cheeks. Weird. 

“Why do you keep calling me Choi?” He complains, leaning against the counter as he watches you take out another pot and two packages of your favorite ramen brand. You look over your shoulder, closing the cabinet before standing back up. “Would you prefer me calling you by your full name?” You tease, smiling as you see his cheeks turn the softest shade of pink. He stumbles over his words before you hear him mutter a quiet no, and you just laugh. 

“I just don’t get why you call me by my last name instead of what everyone else calls me,” he says, handing you an egg when you ask for one. You shrug, “it started when you blew me off the first tutoring session and it kinda stuck.” 

“What do I have to do for you to call me something other than my last name,” he begs, and you laugh at how serious this is for him. You didn’t think his name would be this sore spot for him, but it is amusing to see him so stressed over something so small. You look over at him while the water’s boiling, biting your lip as you pretend to think it over. “Get over a 90 on our next chem test and I might consider it.” 

His jaw drops as he stands there frozen for a few seconds before groaning. “A 90? Listen, you're a great tutor but our next test is in literally three days and the best I’m getting is probably a mid 70.” 

“Then Choi it is,” you reply, grabbing two bowls. At least he believes he can pass this next test, that’s some progress. Before he can start complaining, you both freeze when you hear your little brother yell out, “can you two stop flirting and get me another bowl of porridge,” and before you can yell at him for even saying that he throws in a little “please” at the end. Wow, how polite of him. 

“We’re not flirting!” You say, walking into the living room to take his bowl, and as much as you want to tackle him to the ground for even suggesting you’re flirting with the hockey player, you decide to take pity on him, this time. He’s lucky his body failed him today. 

Once your sickly brother is content with his second bowl of porridge, you take your and Seuncheol’s bowls to your small dining table. He follows and you go back for utensils, asking what he’d like to drink. Once everything is set on the table, the two of you start eating in a comfortable silence, the show your brother was watching filling the otherwise silent apartment. Your eyes fall to his backpack that was by the door and you swallow what’s in your mouth before motioning to his bag. 

“Wanna continue with where we left off? I really think if we can get past this topic you can definitely score somewhere in the 80s.” His eyes follow at what you’re pointing at, and he nods, finishing his bowl before getting up to grab his backpack, and even getting your backpack that you had thrown earlier. 

The two of you pick up where you left off, occasionally taking breaks when your little brother claims he needs your assistance with what he calls “surviving” when in all actuality it was just him wanting another refill of his water. 

It was nearing 8 o’clock when the two of you were done for the day. As he was gathering his things, your brother got enough strength to get off the couch, heading to his room before waving bye to Seungcheol, telling him he’d definitely be good to go to practice on Saturday. The hockey player laughs as he leans over the table to fist bump him, telling him he better keep his word. You smile at the exchange, happy to see your brother doing better. 

“Come on, I’ll see you down,” you say when he’s gotten all his things. Before he can argue with you about it being unnecessary, you wave him off, saying how it’s the least you could do after he came all the way over to check up on the two of you.

The two of you are in the elevator when he finally speaks again. 

“Is it usually the two of you this late into the evening?” He asks, his eyes hesitantly flitting from your face to the wall next to your head. You hum, leaning against the railing with your eyes closed, “our mom works late at the hospital and…” You trail off, opening your eyes to see Seungcheol watching you, something in his eyes that makes you look away, the floor suddenly a lot more interesting to look at. Why does he look at you with so much care? 

“Our dad left when my brother was a couple of months old so it's just been us three,” you say, not quite believing you're actually telling him this about yourself. Hell, you don’t even know if he has siblings and yet you’re out here telling him your family life. Crazy what some dimples and pretty brown eyes can do to a girl. 

“Oh.” 

Ah, probably should’ve lied about your absent father. Something about him working late should’ve been excuse enough. Well, too late for that you internally groan at. Before you can apologize for making things awkward, he interrupts you. 

“Can we move our tutoring sessions to your place?”

Your jaw drops for a few seconds before you snap out of it, blinking to try to get your brain caught up to speed. “Why?” 

He sighs, turning away to face the elevator doors and you’ve never been more thankful for someone to stop looking at you. “I kinda hate the idea of your little brother waiting at home by himself while you’re tutoring me.” 

“He’s twelve, but as long as you don’t mind coming over here,” you say, glancing over at him, “then okay, we can move to our apartment.” He smiles and you feel this weird pang in your chest. The last time you felt this excited over a person was when you were getting ready for your date with Changkyun the other day. Does that mean you’re starting to actually enjoy Seungcheol’s company? 

Bound to happen considering you spend your Monday and Wednesday afternoons with the guy. It’s just, it feels different than what you felt with Changkyun and part of you just wants to bury that thought away and focus on anything else. Thankfully the elevator ride didn’t last too long and you walked Seungcheol to his car, your chest feeling a little bit tighter as you watched him drive away. 

It’s Saturday and you’re back at the rink to pick up your brother from practice. He’d gotten better and while you were hesitant to drop him off at practice, he insisted that he was all good to practice. You let him go, but not without texting Seungcheol before heading over to practice, asking him to keep an eye on your brother. This was the first time you texted him about something other than about your tutoring sessions and while your hands were shaking just thinking about talking to him about something other than chemistry, thankfully he agreed to keep an eye on your brother. 

You grab a jacket from the backseat, not wanting to freeze while you wait for your brother. He always manages to be the last one out of the rink, always talking to Seungcheol while everyone else skates towards the door to change out of their skates and into their shoes. 

And just like the past couple of weeks, your brother was still out on the ice, except instead of the two standing to the side talking about their practice, the two were skating over across the ice, the small black puck gliding between the two of them as they pass the puck amongst themselves. If you squint, you can see what you assumed is Seungcheol giving your brother tips because soon he nods and adjusts his hold on his stick. 

Then, catching the two of you off guard, he steals the puck from the hockey player, successfully scoring a goal on the unguarded net. Your mouth falls open before cheering for your brother. Sure it wasn't a game changing play, but you were still proud of him. Upon hearing your cheering, your brother skates to the wall where you’re standing, the short wall and the plexiglass the only thing separating the two of you. 

“Did you see that! I totally got him good!” He excitedly told you and you smiled. “Sure did dude, next time I think you should go for his knees, then you’d have no one stopping you,” you joke, smiling as your little brother laughs, complaining how that’s “not very good sportsmanship” but winks at you when Seungcheol skates over to the two of you, wiping off some of the ice shavings off his pants. 

“I can’t believe you’re telling your brother to kill me, princess,” he pouts and you roll your eyes, glad it’s so cold in the rink you can’t tell if your face is burning from the petname or from the freezing temperatures. You roll your eyes, pulling the collar of your jacket higher in an effort to cover your face. “Isn’t that part of the sport Choi, pushing and shoving each other?” 

He shrugs, a smile on his face. “Glad to see you know something about the sport, I see Frosty over has been teaching you.” Your brother groans when he hears his coach use the nickname you gave him once he started hockey. It started off as a small joke that somehow morphed to having the whole team only ever calling him Frosty. Hey, at least he’s already got a marketable name, you told him one day when you were driving back home after practice a few weeks ago.  

You shrug, tugging your jacket tighter. In all actuality your brother hadn’t explained the sport all that much besides the occasional “you don’t do that” or “that’s a good thing” or other vague explanations when you ask him questions. Instead, after a tutoring session with Seungcheol, and as a way to procrastinate an essay you had to work on, you decided to look into the sport. It wasn’t much, just a quick google search about the rules that had you clicking off the site after a few paragraphs and instead watching a couple of matches on youtube. You had half the mind to ask Seungcheol but decided against it. You were just supposed to be tutoring him in chemistry and you thought learning more about the sport he put years in was a little much for you. (And the thought of him in his full uniform was starting to make your heart ache just a little much.) 

“Might as well since I come here once a week,” you say, and Seungcheol smiles, and you wish he didn’t have such a cute smile. His gummy smile is going to be the death of you, you think as you look over to see if your brother’s got his shoes on. 

You don’t know when you started to see Seungcheol in a different light. Probably around the time your brother got sick since that was the first time you got to see him not in a school setting. Or to be more exact, the moment he asked if your tutoring sessions could be moved to your apartment so you could watch over your brother. Whenever it was, you wished it didn’t happen. 

After the results of the chemistry test the two of you have a week, your tutoring sessions would be over since by then you’d know whether or not he’d be good to compete in the tournament. While a part of you was sad to think about not being with him every Monday and Wednesday with him, you’re at least happy about the fact his grade’s would be doing better. And sure, at first you were helping him out reluctantly, but after spending so much time with him, you realized he was nothing like you originally thought he was like. 

Your first meeting really was just a fluke, and he was just a nice guy. You actually had asked him after a few sessions why he was so late to the first tutoring session and you can remember the cute blush that grew on his face as he explained how he was planning the youth hockey team’s practice and lost track of the time. He looked so cute, his cheeks a rosy pink and a small pout on his lips, and that’s when you thought, yeah, he’s not that bad of a guy. 

“Okay, I’m good to go,” your brother says, and you blink, snapping out of your thoughts. You nod, extending your hand to help him carry some of his gear. Noticing your empty motions, Seungcheol takes a step towards you but you shake your head. “I’ll see you on Monday Choi.” 

“Yeah… see you later, princess.” 

You’re really, truly fucked, you come to realize as you stare at your phone. Why, just why did you have to send that text? 

Your friend, who was under the impression you still hated Seungcheol for blowing you off the first tutoring session, asked if there was a way you could set her up with him for a date. And you, still not wanting to admit the fact that you’ve definitely started catching feelings for the captain, agreed to set the two up. And trying to convince yourself that the warm feeling you get in your chest from just seeing him smile meant nothing, you sent a text wondering if he was down to meet with your friend over the weekend. 

And now you’re waiting for a response, hoping that he won’t agree to the date. Hell, you’re on your knees hoping that even if he does say yes, that it goes horrible so they don’t keep meeting. Terrible, yes, but your heart can’t handle the idea of someone who isn’t you by his side. And yet you still won’t admit that you have a crush on him. (Denial is one hell of a drug.) 

When you hear your phone go off from a notification, you push yourself off the floor, where you’ve made home the past couple of minutes. With a shaky hand, you flip your phone over, clicking on the notification. 

Choi 🏒: tell her sorry, I’m not interested in dating right now 🫤

Oh. 

He’s not interested in dating right now? For some reason that hurts more than if he said he is interested in the date. With a shaky inhale you text him back, letting him know you’ll let her know and you toss your phone away, burying your face against your knees. 

Okay so maybe you do have a crush on Seungcheol, big fucking hurray. 

You’re walking back to your car when you hear someone calling out your name. You recognize the voice and freeze, wondering what Seungcheol wants with you and wishing he’d just leave you alone. Despite him doing nothing wrong, you really don’t want to see him right now, especially since you were going to use the drive back home to prepare yourself for your tutoring session with him. 

He runs up to you, a smile on his face as he blocks you from opening the driver’s side. You cross your arms over your chest, raising an eyebrow as you look at him. “What’s up Choi?” 

“I came by to tell you that I can’t make it to today’s session.” He explains and you notice how his cheeks are tinted pink. Just how far was he running from? You give him a look as you lean against your car. “So why didn’t you just text me then?” 

“I wanted to see you.” 

Your eyes widen as you turn to face him fully. You feel your face burn as you try unsuccessfully to say something in return. He smiles and you want nothing more than to wipe his adorable smile off his face. The fact he doesn’t even know the emotional turmoil he’s putting you through is insane and you wish he didn’t have this much power over you. You try coughing, covering your face as you look away from him. “Yeah, whatever, is that all you have to say?” 

He nods and he shoves his hands into the pockets of his sweats and still with that frustratingly cute smile, his stupid dimples on full display, “I’m still good for Wednesday though, I want to celebrate our last session before the test Friday.” You nod, a tight lipped smile on display as you wave him goodbye. 

Once in the comfort of your car, you groan, dropping your head on the steering wheel, wishing you weren’t so crushed over this. Things come up all the time, it’s not a big deal he can’t make it today. If anything you can just use this time to get your homework done for the week so you don’t have to worry about it later. Maybe instead of groveling over a guy you could actually be productive for once. 

Wednesday rolls around and you don’t think you’ve given yourself a chance to think about Seungcheol. How could you when you’ve been busy doing your homework, planning what you’d cover in today’s session, helping your brother with his homework, doing all the chores around the apartment, and if you weren’t busy with all that you had your headphones on, not even giving yourself the chance to think. Who needs to think when you’ve been so busy? 

You pull out of the parking lot of the middle school, your little brother grabbing your phone to change the song that was playing. Sticking to a song that you hoped wouldn’t show up on your spotify wrapped, you keep driving, your thoughts starting to drift off to Seungcheol. Catching yourself, you will yourself to listen to the song your brother chose, and you wonder which was worse for your mental health. 

Once in the comfort of your apartment, your little brother heads off to his room claiming how he doesn’t want to watch his older sister flirt with his hockey coach while he does his homework. At first you’d argue that you weren’t but as of late you knew there was no saving yourself and didn’t even try to fight back anymore, only groaning as you started to set the table. 

A few minutes later you hear someone at the door and you take a deep breath, preparing yourself to get through your last session and as a way to prepare your heart for the inevitable. Seungcheol smiles as he steps inside, slipping off his shoes as he places them next to yours. You turn around and your eyes widen as your face heats up as you take in his appearance. He was just wearing a pair of sweats and a black shirt and yet you could feel your heartbeat race at the sight. You quickly turn around, pretending to adjust your notebook as you try to calm your beating heart. He’s worn that outfit combo tons of times and yet now your heart decides to give you trouble. 

If he notices your internal struggle, he doesn’t say anything. He takes his seat at the table, taking out his things as you finally look at him to start. Hopefully your heart can take the next few hours, if not, thankfully your mom’s a registered nurse. 

“Hey princess,” he starts and you, against your better judgment, smile at the petname, “can I ask you something.” You put your pencil down, turning to face him as he put his pencil down, the problem you had given him to work on an afterthought. “Sure, go ahead.” 

“If I ace this test will you come watch me play in my tournament?” He asks, his eyes sparkling with hope and you find yourself leaning against your hand to cover your mouth so he can’t see the dopey smile on your face. “When you say ace, how high of a score are we talking here,” you tease. You don’t know where this sudden confidence came from but if it helps you from burning away in your seat, you’ll take it. 

He smirks, leaning close to you and your breath hitches, freezing in your seat. “I say at least a mid 90.” You chuckle, leaning in close as you internally scream at yourself to back the fuck away from him. “Sure, you got yourself a deal, but I’m expecting the best from you Choi.” You say, beginning to turn away so he can’t see the dopey smile on your face.

“Of course, can't disappoint my princess, can I?” His pointer finger and thumb gently hold your chin, making you look at him and his stupid smug face that you so desperately want to kiss. 

Oh yeah, your heart’s definitely going to explode. 

You think you mutter something along the lines of “in your dreams Choi” but at this point you’re not even sure you can still rangle up enough brain cells to formulate a coherent thought. Heat floods your cheeks as he still holds your face and you swear you see his eyes fall to your lips, or at least you think they do. You’re too busy staring at his lips to really be too sure. 

Somehow your one brain cell manages to scramble enough thoughts to control your body, except it makes you lean in closer to him, close enough you can feel his breath hover over your lips. Your eyes flutter shut and just when you think everything is going great you hear your little brother yell your name from his room and that’s enough to snap the two of you out of the daze you’re in. You clear your throat, excusing yourself as you push out your chair and head to your brother’s room, wondering what the hell he needs that he just needs you right now.

“What do you want?”  You hiss out, leaning against the doorframe of his room. He looks up from his desk, papers scattered across the wooden surface as he turns his swivel chair to face you. He shrugs, “I felt this weird disturbance in the force and called you over here.” 

It takes everything in you to not throw him across his room. You sigh, “yeah that disturbance was born twelve years ago.” 

“Hey!” He throws a pokemon plushie, piplup if you remember correctly, at you. You duck and the plushie hits your bedroom door behind you. You turn around to pick it up, only to immediately throw it back at him, and successfully manage to hit him in the head with it. He stumbles back in his chair and you laugh at him. He glares at you for a moment before breaking out into laughter as well. “Okay fine good aim, I’ll give it to you,” he acknowledges with a surrender of his hands, the plushie back on his shelves, joining the rest of his collection. “Now go back to tutoring Scoups hyung so you can make dinner.” 

You shake your head, a small smile on your face. “You can always make dinner, you should probably start now since I’ll be going off to coll-” 

“Don’t say the c word!” He interrupts, a new pokemon plushie in hand. His eyes are wide and your smile softens before it’s turning into a small pout. The past year you’ve been trying to teach your brother how to take care of things around the apartment since soon it’ll just be him waiting for your mom to come home, but each time he always changes the subject, or even resorting to throwing his plushies to stop the conversation. In that moment you don’t see your twelve year old brother who loves to get on your nerves, instead you see your baby brother who never left your side for anything. Your other half despite the six year difference between the two of you.

Before you know it, your throat tightens up as you watch him lower the plushie, turned away so he’s not looking at you. “Um… you should probably go back to Scoups hyung.” His voice is small, like if speaks any louder and he might start crying.  

You nod, slowly backing out of his room, “yeah, just let me know if you need anything.” You turn to walk out when you turn back to face him, “I’ll make your favorite for dinner tonight.” His head perks up and you smile at him, to which he returns. 

You make it back to the living room to see Seungcheol working on the problems you had left him. You let out a small chuckle, and he looks up, smiling when he notices your back. “Everything okay?” 

You nod, “he’s fine, he was just a little bored.” He smiles and the two of you get back to your homework. Soon enough, the two of you finish, even with the practice you gave him to really prepare him for your upcoming test, and you relax in your seat, a smile on your face. Seungcheol faces you, his smile growing as he looks from his papers to you. “Thank you, I don’t think I could’ve done this without you.” 

You wave his compliment off, your smile perpetually stuck on your face when you're around him. “Nope, it’s all you Choi, I’m simply here to help you. Now you’ve gotta ace this test so I can go watch you win this tournament.” He smiles and you don’t think you’d ever find dimples this cute on another person in your life. 

“Anything for you, princess.” 

You’re walking out of your last period class when you hear Seungcheol call your name out. You turn around, already smiling since you know what this is going to be about, and judging by his voice, it’s going to be good news. 

He runs up to you, stapled papers in hand and you just know it’s his chemistry test. He makes it infront of you, his hands coming up to hold your shoulders in an effort to stabilize himself, his test pressing against your shoulder. “I got my results back!” 

You laugh, your hands coming up to rest over his, smiling and feeling heat begin to creep up your face at the close proximity. “I can tell, but come on I’m dying to know what you got Choi.” A light blush grows on his face as his smile grows, his hands moving away from your shoulders as he straightens up his test since it had gotten crumpled during everything. 

Once it was straightened out, he flipped it over, handing the test to you. You take the test and your eyes widen when you see the large 100 written next to his name. You look up to see him smiling and in your excitement, you pull him into a hug. “Oh my god! I knew you could do it, this is amazing!” He tightens his hold on you, picking you off the ground to spin you in a hug. You’re laughing as he gently sets you down, you’re smiling so much your cheeks are starting to hurt but you don’t even care right now. You’re just so happy for Seungcheol, happy that this means he gets to play in his tournament. 

He pulls you into another hug, muttering into your hair, “thank you, I wouldn’t have been able to do this without you.” You pull him closer, “of course Cheol.” 

The day of the tournament arrived and you don’t know why you’re so nervous. Seungcheol and the team have been doing great all day, moving farther and farther up the rackets, and yet you’re still nervous. It probably has to deal with the fact neither of you really discussed what happened last week, the whole really intimate hug in the middle of the hallway and all that. You two actually were texting back and forth the past week, and yet neither of you dared to talk about the hallway incident. 

Just like how neither one of you spoke about the almost kiss back in your apartment. 

So your nerves are most definitely tied to whatever you got going on with the captain of the hockey, the very same captain who’s leading his team to victory. This is the first time you’re seeing Seungcheol in his full uniform and damn, he looks good in his uniform. Something about how it makes him look larger just makes your heart beat faster every time he skates by where you’re sitting. 

The first time he skated by, you watched as he did a double-take before smiling his gummy smile, dimples on full display and waving at you and your brother, who insisted on coming along. (You weren’t going to tell him no, of course you’re going to bring him along.) Occasionally, he’d shoot you a look, smiling at you and you’d wave at him, feeling your face burn up every time. 

It’s the final match of the day, and you don’t think you’ve screamed this much in your life. You always make sure to cheer for Seungcheol every time he makes a goal, and halfway through the day, it turns into a competition between you and your brother on who could cheer the loudest for him. And you’re not about to lose against your brother. 

Somehow the match had gone into overtime due to the teams being tied and you’re at the edge of your seat, your little brother in the same position. At some point he grabbed your gloved hand, squeezing tight as they entered the sudden death overtime. (Why the hell is it called that?) You squeeze his hand as you watch Seungcheol go head to head against someone on the other team and you hold your breath watching as the two try to steal the puck from the other. 

Just when it looks like the other guy’s about to steal the puck, Seungcheol finds an opening, sending the puck into the unguarded goal, making the winning shot. 

You and your brother shoot up in your seats, and you pull him into a hug as you both jump in excitement and happiness. Seungcheol gets affectionately tackled by his teammates as they swarm him, and you can hear them chanting their captain’s name as the announcer relays the winning team. You look over once you’ve calmed down a bit and somehow manage to make eye contact with him. You smile and you mouth “I’m so proud of you," hoping he’d be able to understand you. 

It seems like he does because soon enough it looks like he mouths something along the lines of, “all for you, princess.” 

The tournament’s over now and you’re waiting for your little brother to finish in the restroom before you two head back home. A part of you wishes you’d get to see Seungcheol before leaving but he’s probably busy with after game things and celebrating that you’ll just settle with talking to him some other time. 

You’re about to text your brother to ask him where he’s at when you feel someone come up from behind you, spinning you around. You shriek, holding your phone close to your chest, about to curse out whoever it was when you hear the person laughing and you immediately soften, knowing exactly who it is. 

He sets you back down, turning you to face him. You smile and before you can even open your mouth to congratulate him on winning his senior tournament, he cups your face, leaning in to kiss you. Your eyes widen at the contact before they flutter shut, your own hands coming up to rest over his. His hands are freezing but you don’t mind, not when your face is burning up enough you’re sure you could warm up his hands in minutes. Your hands drift from his to rest over his shoulders, pulling him closer as you lean slightly back, with him following. He pulls away from the kiss to catch his breath, causing you to chase after his lips, already missing the pillowy feeling of them on your own. He chuckles before dipping down to kiss you again when someone clears their throat. 

You groan, already knowing who it is, dreading whatever comment he has to say. You look over your shoulder, only to see your little brother smiling. You definitely expected him to be pulling some disgusted face to make fun of you. Instead he was smiling, smiling so big you would think he just won a year’s supply of his favorite food. 

“If you’re done making out with your boyfriend, do you wanna ask him if he wants to join us for dinner?” 

Seungcheol's hand slips into your own, squeezing your gloved hand as you look up at him. His smile is so big and his cheeks are a pretty pink blush. “I really like the sound of that, what do you think princess?” 

You like that a lot, you think, squeezing his hand as you drag him to follow you and your brother, laughing when you hear his teammates cheering for their captain, for finally getting his girl. 

Maybe tutoring the captain wasn’t so bad after all.

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[moremaybank]

HIGH SEX — j.m

pairing jj maybank x fem!reader

warnings marijuana use, high sex, unprotected sex, fingering, creampie, overstimulation, squirting, dirty talk/language

author's note a lil proofread but kinda not (aka i skimmed over it), sorry ily

kinktober masterlist ;; jj masterlist ;; buy me a coffee!

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High sex with JJ was addicting. His hands travelling greedily all over your body as if it’d be the last time he ever got to feel you beneath his calloused fingertips. Pink lips sucking hickies anywhere they wished, and kissing you so deep that he never wanted to come up for air. Deep, slow strokes where he buried himself inside you. Eating you out for hours and tuning the world so far out that all he could hear was your trembling moans. 

There was nothing that compared to it. 

Your heart raced as the THC ran through your veins. Everything was heightened. Every kiss and every brush of JJ’s skin against yours scorched you. Each action went straight to your core, awakening your senses and making you that much more sensitive. 

“Almost done, princess. Finish that joint ‘n I’ll fuck you so good. Know how bad you need it.” His fingers skimmed over your clit and he felt your body tense under his touch. You took another hit, exhaling it shakily when he applied the slightest bit of pressure. “There we go, that’s it.” 

He swapped his middle and ring finger for his thumb, starting to rub slow circles while he slipped his digits into you. You mewled and your toes curled. He nodded at you, encouraging you to finish the joint. You obeyed him as always, wanting nothing more than to feel every inch of him and knowing your wishes wouldn’t be granted until you did so. You inhaled for the last time, letting the smoke swirl into your lungs. Before you could release it, JJ’s free hand grasped your neck, pulling you to his lips so he could steal the smoke for himself. Your stomach did somersaults at the move, and you clenched around his fingers. 

“God, you’re sexy,” he breathed, the puff escaping his mouth as he spoke. His lips trailed down to your neck, sucking at your sensitive skin as his fingers fucked you. Your hand wove into his hair, then slid down to the spot between his shoulder blades. Your nails dug into his flesh when he curled his digits. 

“Get inside me,” you whined. 

He pulled away from your neck, a crooked smile pulling at his lips as he put the joint out on the ashtray. “No please ‘n thank you? Where’re those manners, pretty girl?” 

“Fuck me before I leave you high and dry. Literally.” 

“Yes ma’am.” He shoved his boxers down, letting his cock jump out. It stood tall, waiting to be sunk into your velvety walls. Then his hand found the inside of your thigh, pressing you open and easing himself inside. You gasped, letting your head fall back against the seat. Your mouth was open, providing him with the space to stuff his wet fingers into it. You tasted yourself, lapping at them and moaning. 

JJ cursed when he felt your walls flutter, letting his hand abandon your thigh and wrap around your hip. The other withdrew from your mouth and planted next to your head. “You’re soaking, fuck.” 

He slid in and out of you with abundant ease, his cock not letting a single spot inside you go untouched. He hooked your leg around his hip, using the leverage to go even deeper, and when he angled himself to hit your g-spot, you swore your eyes crossed. Stars, planets, the whole damn universe was all you could see as he fucked you. 

“Oh my god, you’re so fucking deep, J. More. Harder. Fuck, p-please. I’ll do anything,” you said, brows pulled together as you begged him. 

“Pretty girl’s so fuckin’ needy when she’s high, huh?” He listened to your command, rutting into you roughly. You wrapped your limbs around him like a koala, clutching onto him. “‘M needy for you too, baby. This pussy’s so perfect, got me writing my damn vows.” 

“Yeah? Gonna marry me, J? Fuck every load into my pussy forever?” 

He groaned at your words, pressing his lips to yours harshly. You didn’t think his thrusts could grow any more relentless, but damn, they did. They were unforgiving and brutal, but so fucking good. He sucked on your tongue, tasting you as his pleasure started to climb. 

“Yeah, baby. I’ll slap a rock on that finger ‘n breed the fuck out of you. Get you nice ‘n round with my baby so I can cum in you as many times as I want.” His filthy words were music to your ears. He’d always had a dirty mouth, but when he was high, it was like he was just spilling his deepest and truest confessions. 

JJ stared down at you, eyelids heavy and hooded. His blue orbs sparkled, the tint of red surrounding them. He bit down on his lower lip, watching your tits shake with every thrust. “Such a good fuckin’ slut, taking this cock nice ‘n deep. You wanna cum, baby?” 

“Yes,” you called. “Make me cum. Make me cum.” 

His lips came into contact with your throat again, nipping harshly and painting red and purple splatters onto your flesh. One of his hands travelled up your side and grasped your tit. He rolled and pinched your pebbled nipple between his fingers. 

You were hazy, the amazing sensations and the effects of the weed colliding together and putting you on cloud nine. Unintelligible words tumbled from your lips, and you grew dizzy as JJ angled his cock to hit your sweet spot. Your walls started to close in on him, milking him and begging his cock for his cum. 

“Shit. Fuckfuckfuck,” JJ rasped, his grip on you tightening as he panted heavily. His hot breath against your neck gave you goosebumps and you shivered. You let out another cry, dragging your nails down his back, and your sounds pushed him closer. “I love the way you sound, baby. Want you crying for this cock always. I’ll give you whatever you want.”

“Your cum,” you babbled. “Gi-Gimme your cum.” 

He came, hot white spurts spilling into your pussy and mixing with your release. He didn’t stop though. His thrusts remained strong, overstimulating you before you were even done with your first orgasm. 

“J, gonna squirt,” you warned. But he still didn’t falter. He kept fucking you until your release sprayed out of you, drenching him. He pulled out, gripping his cock and slapping it against your clit as he drew more and more of your juices from you. Your loud cries drowned out everything else, and your body shook and trembled below him. “I can’t, JJ, please!” 

“Not stoppin’ ’til you’re fuckin’ empty, baby.” 

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[final-girl96]

STOLE HEARTS CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE

Author's Note: It has been forever since I updated this, and I apologize.

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A WEEK LATER

I sat in the kitchen at my dad's house. After what happened with Eddie I went home and packed as much shit I could get in my car and came straight to my dad's. He wasn't home though; he was on his tour with the rest of the band. So I was here alone. Drowning in my own thoughts; replaying every word Eddie had said to me. I would have stayed in our house but when I told him not to bother coming home it only produced more harsh words from him.

“Well, congratulations, Eddie, you're a free man now. You can go fuck whoever you want and get as drunk and high as you cold icy black heart can handle. I'm done. We're done.” I began to walk towards my car, but stopped and turned back around. “oh, and don't bother coming home. I'll pack your shit and you can go live your life the way you want since I'm such a bitch.”

“Technically, sweetheart, that house is mine. I bought it and it's in my name. So you should be the one to leave.” His words were slurred but still very clear at the same time. “Don't need you anyway. Not when I can have any girl I want. Only used to get where I am now! Stacy is hotter than you and has a better pussy!”

I couldn't stop the tears that fell down my cheeks. He was drunk and didn't mean it. That's what I tried to tell myself. But you know what they say, “drunk words are sober thoughts.” I got in my car, went back to the house, grabbed as much as I could fit in my car, and left. I came to my dad's and the flood of tears I've been holding back that I've been holding in since the hideout. I cried until I fell asleep and when I woke up a few hours later, my eyes were still sore, red, and puffy.

It's been like that on and off for a week. I would cry until I fell asleep, then I'd wake up and force myself to eat something. I haven't gone anywhere or done anything either, just been curled up on the couch or in my bed all day. I didn't bother getting dressed, favoring pajamas or sweatpants and an oversized sweater. I'd slowly make my way into the kitchen and make myself eat something at least once a day.

Today I wore a pair of black sweats and one of my dad's sweatshirts, with a pair of wool socks. I was making my way downstairs when the doorbell chimed through the house. I stopped halfway down the stairs, my heart stopped for a second before picking up and hammering against my ribcage. I haven't heard from Eddie at all since I left that night. I was kind of disappointed and sad he didn't try to reach out, but at the same time I was glad he didn't. I was frozen on the stairs not wanting to check and see who it was; afraid it might be him.

What would I do? What would I say? What would he say? Would he try to apologize? Or would he beg for me to forgive him and give him another chance. Say that he didn't mean everything he said? The doorbell rang again followed by someone pounding on the door. I slowly moved down the stairs and towards the door. The person on the other side pounded on the door again and I moved faster, coming up to the door, and peaking through the peephole. Who I saw was someone I never suspected to be at my doorstep. I unlocked the door and pulled it open.

“You look like shit.” The door was pushed open and they pushed their way into the house. “Excuse you! You can't just barge into my house like you own the fucking place!” I closed the door. “Hargrove!” I walked after him, finding him in the kitchen sitting the bags of food on the counter. “What are you doing here? What the fuck is that?” He started to go through the cabinets. “Hello?”

“It's chinese. Where’re the plates?” I pointed to the cabinet to the left of the stove. “Why are you here?” I asked. He grabbed a couple plates, turned, set them down, and began to pull everything out of the bags. “Thought you'd want company. Also figured you probably haven't been eating much of anything other than ice cream. You women are pathetic after a breakup or any little inconvenience.” I raised my brow at him. “Excuse you? I have eaten more than ice cream, not that it's any of your business and I don't need comp…”

“Honey chicken?” I looked at him confused and he raised his eyebrows at me along with an annoyed look. I nodded my head and he proceeded to put a little over everything on the plates. “Sit and eat.” I sat in one of the stools with a sigh. “I didn't need any company.” Billy stayed standing while he ate and scoffed. “Are you going to tell me that you haven't been curled up in your bed crying all day for a week?” I shoved rice into my mouth and rolled my eyes. “No. Sometimes I lay on the couch,” I said with a small smile forming on my face. Billy scoffed out a laugh. “Oh well, excuse me.”

Silence fell over us for a few minutes while we ate our food. “Why are you really here, Billy?” I asked after a while. He shrugged, “Guess I just thought I'd come check on you. I know you're here all alone and what happened between you and E…” I gave him a look that cut him short. I didn't even want to hear his name. “Look, I know you probably don't want to hear anything about him or what happened at the bar…what he said was fucking…I wanted to knock his ass out for it. But I don't know if what he said is true. And before you bit my fucking head off let me explain why.”

I stood up, going over to the fridge and yanking it open. I pulled a water and a beer out, placing the beer in front of Billy. “Well? Go on. Let's hear why you think he wasn't telling the truth? I mean brink words are sober thoughts, right? That's what they say. But before you do let me tell you something you don't know.” He nodded his head and let me continue. “She was there at his last concert. She was waiting outside. We came back here because things started to get really rocky between us. It was a party every night after a concert…after a while I decided to stop going with him. He continued partying and would be out all night long not getting until sometimes four in the morning.”

I took a sip of water and looked up at him. “I have no doubt that she has been around for a while now. He was just drinking, Billy, and he was also getting high. I know talking about smoking pot either. I'm talking about cocaine. He swore it wasn't all the time and that it wasn't enough for him to get addicted to. It went from just being in the green room with the boys and a few girls the other guys would pick out of the crowd of fans to going out to clubs and being out until four in the morning. Also, It wasn't the first time he said something like that to me.”

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[shuchu]

♥*♡∞:｡.｡ terms of endearment with luxiem + shoto ｡.｡:∞♡*♥

characters: vox akuma ; mysta rias ; luca kaneshiro ; ike eveland ; shu yamino ; shoto

warnings: slightly suggestive w/ vox’s? 

author notes: aaa first post! i hope i did well ..・ヾ(。＞＜)シ writing this made me all blushy hehe, i love them sm ♡ feel free to give me feedback on this post and/or send in ideas for my next posts!! decorative dividers credit to: @/mykaesu on twt  *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

vox

                              “sweet thing”, “darling”, “gorgeous”, “love”, “my love”

vox is very good with his words, well, he is the voice demon after all

vox is such a romantic and i just imagine him being all soft when he’s with you. he’d do anything for you, literally

i feel like vox would absently trace shapes on your thigh when you’re sitting next to him while he’s working on stuff for stream or on projects. if you wanna move somewhere else or just go to the bathroom he’d be like, “where’re you going my love?”

after a night of passion (hehe) he’d definitely hold you close, stroke your hair and say, “you did so well for me today gorgeous. i love you, my sweet thing…” 

mysta

                          “babe”, “baby”, “cutie”, “mommy” (if he’s feeling cheeky)

mysta is so goofy and playful when interacting with others but around you, he quite literally becomes a puddle or even a cat (well he is a fox so…)

if mysta’s feeling frisky he’d call you “mommy” just to see how you’d react. when you reply, calling him a bo’om he’d laugh and tell you to shut up (he secretly likes calling you mommy)

when you’re in the kitchen cooking up dinner for the both of you, he’d pop in after he’s done with streaming and say, “hey cutie, what’s for dinner?” while learning against the counter, looking at you with his adorable smile

luca

                                                     “babe”, “baby”, “honey”

i just have this feeling that luca wouldn’t use as many terms of endearment compared to the others

he likes calling you “babe” most of the time, though the thought of him calling you “honey” the minute he wakes up??? like imagine morning voice luca saying, “good morning honey” and giving that sleepy smile…im gone. hana has ascended (//▽//)

ike

             “babe”, “sweetheart”, “sweetie”, “ älskling” (darling in swedish), “my love”

i imagine that ike would be the type to just stop what he’s doing and admire you. when you catch him, he smiles and says, “i’m just admiring you sweetheart...and thinking about how lucky i am”

now i’m thinking about morning voice ike, he’d pull you close and say, “good morning my love, did you sleep well?” while stroking your cheek and again, admiring you

ike tends to stay up later than you so after you’ve dozed off, he slips into bed quietly, kisses your forehead and whispers, “sleep well älskling, i love you”. 

GAAAAHHH IKE EVELAND, he has me in a chokehold (//ω//)

shu

                               “babe”, “baby”, “darling” (married life shu brainrot aa)

like luca, i feel like shu would mostly call you “babe”

i’d imagine him calling you “baby” with the pien face and it makes you wanna squish his cheeks, he’s so cute i can’t

but also, imagine after both of you get married, you’d come back from work, he’d greet you at the door to give you a peck on the lips and a hug saying, “okaerinasai anata (welcome home darling)”. hana is now deadge (＾་།＾)

                                               “babe”, “baby”, “darling”, “honey”

all these are pretty much canon because he uses them with vox #voxto

but i think, like shu and luca he’d use “babe” the most

shoto is such a massive cuddler

he acts all tough on stream but when he’s with you he gets all soft and mushy, asking for cuddles and kisses from you all the time

you’d be playing a game on your pc, he’d come in and start whining saying, “darling…can we go to bed and cuddle now? please?”

in the morning you’d wake up and hear shoto cooking it up in the kitchen

you walk into the kitchen to see shoto making his favourite breakfast food, pancakes

you walk over to him and wrap your arms around him, he’ll then say, “oh, good morning honey, the pancakes will be done soon okay?” ugh i love shoto, he’s adorable (ღ˘⌣˘ღ) 

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[mmoonwrites]

more hughie please omg 🙏

↷ bathroom stall (part 2)

featuring : hughie campbell

AUTHOR'S NOTE : i decided to go ahead and cont. my first x reader for him! i hope this is okay for your request anon ♡ PART ONE

word count : 2.8k contents : afab!reader, smut (minors DNI), oral (f receiving), p in v, unprotected sex, dirty talking, hughie calls reader "baby" a lot, dubcon, alcohol/drinking, one night stands.. kinda?, hotel sex, proofread this time!!!

it’d been a month – one month since you met the man now known to you as hughie campbell – just one month since your rendezvous point at the bar became the most sought after part of your week. in the beginning of your tumultuous relationship with the man, you spent most of your time together pressed closely in the bar’s bathroom with only short words shared between you.

things started changing after you headed over early one week. you thought maybe you’d get a drink or two and relax a bit before your plans with hughie played out but when you walked in and saw him already sitting at the bar like he’d had the same idea, something clicked.

you grabbed the stool next to him and sat down, maybe catching him a little off-guard at first, sure, but he was happy once he saw it was you. he must’ve only just started drinking himself given the slight glint in his eyes when the two of you started talking. it was different after that. 

not at all bad, but.. more real. it wasn’t just a hookup anymore, it was a real relationship. and yes, sure, it stood on some potentially morally questionable grounds, but hughie was nice to talk to, not to mention the great sex you were having together and you liked him.

and now, back you were again to meet him.

he slid onto the seat next to yours with a smile and ordered the two of you drinks while you caught up from the last time you’d seen each other.

“so.. forgive me for saying it right away, but you look great tonight-” hughie spoke slowly as he propped his elbow up on the counter, keeping his focus drawn to you. “i mean- you always look great but-”

“what, is it bad?” you said, gesturing to yourself with a mildly concerned look as you lifted your drink from the counter and took a sip.

hughie cleared his throat before continuing. “no, no- it’s not bad, it’s good- it’s really, really good. just too good for where we are.”

you laughed. “you wanna get out of here? hugh, we’ve never left the bar together-”

“i know, i know. i just- i feel bad that we keep having to come here to see each other.” deflated, hughie shifted and moved one of his hands to begin tracing the rim of his glass. he was nervous you noted.

pretendedly, you gasped, clutching your chest with one of your hands. “i like this place!”

an unsuppressable smile formed on hughie’s face. he reached over and jokingly shoved your shoulder. “i like it too.. but i also like you-” his attention faded back to the clinking ice in his glass. “-i like what we have going, but i think you deserve to be taken someplace better than this very charming shithole, if that’s okay.”

you placed your drink back down and placed your hand on his shoulder to rub circles in the fabric of his jacket. “hey, look. if you wanna go somewhere else tonight, i don’t mind. you pick the place and we’ll go.” you gave a small smile as he looked at you and met your gaze. “but i don’t like the way you talk about my favorite bar.”

after finishing up the drinks hughie ordered, he threw some money down and you both got up with your things and headed out. it would be a lie to say you weren’t nervous – this felt closer to being a date than anything you’d experienced with hughie so far. he said he thought you deserved better? what the hell?

“so.. where’re we going?” you asked, sounding more timid than intended as you both began walking.

“you’ll like it, i promise.” hughie’s words bounced back off of you so easily, the playful tone of his voice allowing you to relax a little. besides potentially getting some bad food or drinks, there was nothing to be worried about – not that your stomach bundled in nerves knew that much.

a few minutes of walking and talking later, hughie finally stopped in front of a little place on the corner. he rolled back and forth on the heels of his shoes while he looked to you for your response to his proposal of going in to eat.

you stared up at the aged building in front of you: the windows reflected the little bit of the sunset they caught from this spot in the city and from what you could see, were casting a warm orange hue onto the silverware on the tables. and when the door to the restaurant swung open and two people walked out, the smell of fresh dough flooded the air.

“what do you think?” he asked, poking your shoulder and fully pulling you out of whatever place you zoned out to in the glare of light. “‘this ok?”

you smiled at him. “buy me a beer and we’ll see.”

hughie chuckled and walked ahead to open the door for you to go in first, smiling all the while. once you were inside, hughie quietly closed the door behind him and pressed a hand to the side of your arm to motion you as to where to sit.

he’d picked a booth in the back of the seating area, snug underneath small fairy lights they had hanging throughout the building. it didn’t take long for the waiter to come over with menus and silverware – you ordered a bottle for the table to split over dinner since neither of you were driving tonight and somehow in your first taste of it, you’d forgotten how much you loved wine.

over dinner, you’d made various comments under your breath about how easy it would be for you to touch him under the table so hidden away from people like you were and by the time everything was paid for and you were walking back out, you could tell the things you'd said were getting to him.

under the moonlight, you stumbled arm-in-arm with hughie – his frame was warm in comparison to the cold night’s air. abruptly, you stopped, causing hughie to stop with you.

“-you okay?” he asked, his hand finding your shoulder to hold you steady.

“let’s get a room somewhere.” you blurted out, that bad habit of yours. as hughie tried to respond, you looped your arms over his head and moved your body in closer to him. “c’mon hugh. i’m tired of only being able to touch you in that bathroom.”

hughie huffed out a frustrated sigh, unable to look away from you in the minimal light. “fuck. okay-” he straightened himself out and pulled his phone out of his back pocket. “okay.”

he fumbled with his phone for a minute or two before finally looking back at you. you kissed and tasted the wine on his tongue as he deepened the kiss, his hands roaming to the small of your back.

“closest place is a block from here,” hughie said with a pop, pulling your wet mouths away from one another. “think you can make it? or do you need me to carry you?”

you playfully hit his chest and pushed yourself off of him, stumbling slightly as you did so. “keep being a smartass and you'll see where that gets you tonight.”

he looped his arm into yours and guided you in the direction of the hotel. “apparently, my smart-assery is part of what got me you, so i see no problem with it whatsoever.”

you howled out a laugh as you walked. the body heat from hughie comforted you as your hand wrapped around his bicep and squeezed gently. you spoke in small whispers of things you were going to do as you reached your destination: as you walked up, the glass sliding doors swung open and you both walked inside towards the desk. hughie’s hand stayed loosely on your hip as he spoke to the receptionist that checked you both in – his fingers toyed with the hem of your shirt while he spoke.

in the elevator up to the room, you couldn’t wait any longer. as the doors started to close, your fingers were already wound tightly in hughie’s curls. your wet mouths back on each other, impatiently kissing and sucking as the elevator bringing you to the correct floor chimed and forced you to pull away from one another and step out into the hallway.

your hand wrapped around hughie’s frame and groped him through his jeans as he unlocked the door to your room for the night. a quiet moan spilled from his lips as he turned the handle, pulling you inside with him. the door shut and locked behind you and before you could say a word, hughie pressed your body against the wood backing. his lips and tongue roamed your throat, already suckling hickeys into your soft skin while his hands kept your hips in place – you could feel your underwear getting wetter with the chastity of not being able to grind into anything because of how roughly hughie was holding you down.

“hugh- fuck. hughie-” you mewed as he used one of his hands to snake up your shirt and grope your breast.

hughie leaned closer, placing a soft kiss on the shell of your ear as he spoke. “your legs are trembling already and i’ve barely even touched you-” his breath was hot against you as he spoke. “you're such a fucking slut.”

you couldn't help but involuntarily thrust your hips forward at that. hughie just clicked his tongue. “look at this, you're so desperate for my dick and yet you haven't even asked for it properly-”

“-please fuck me. please- i can't wait anymore,” you panted out, so drunk on his touch. “i’ve been thinking about it since before we went to dinner. hughie, please give me your dick.”

“you need it that bad, huh?” hughie said as his hand on your hip relaxed, allowing you to shove yourself away from the door and into him as much as you could at that angle.

“yes, please.”

hughie’s hands slid away from you for just a moment and he began walking backwards towards the bed as he spoke. “c’mon then and let me give it to you, sweetheart.”

you followed him obediently, his expression made you dizzy the longer you stared. you watched as hughie sat back onto the bed, patting the comforter for you to come closer – you obliged, pulling your knee up and onto the mattress beside him to climb up onto his lap. your thighs tensed as your hips slowly began to rock against the bulge in his jeans. you moaned into his mouth – the friction made you crazy, especially when paired with hughie’s hands still wandering your body and starting to pull your clothes off of you.

he pulled away from you to lift up your shirt, quickly taking one of your nipples into his mouth. he swirled his tongue around the bud as your body spasmed in pleasure above him. you moaned wantonly above him and hughie began suckling the skin of your breast, leaving marks to remember before reaching around to grab your ass with his other hand.

“you're so perfect like this.” hughie whispered against you, the only thing between you two now being a string of saliva. “you taste so good for me.”

his hands moved back to your hips, successfully rolling you both over and pressing your back into the bed with him above you. “can i take these off?” he asked, gesturing to your pants.

you nodded and hughie moved himself down to slide them off of you. one movement more and he threw them somewhere behind you on the floor, his attention staying on you all the while.

once your pants were off, hughie could finally see just how wet your underwear had gotten. he leaned back down, this time hovering over the wet patch of fabric that covered your core. “oh baby, i’m gonna take such good care of you tonight.”

you gasped at the sensation. why hadn’t you thought of getting a room like this sooner? you were barely out of your clothes and hughie had you under lock and key – his lips pressed a hot kiss onto your underwear and you groaned out at the familiar feeling forming in your stomach. “fuck, hugh-” was all you could get out.

your arms fell back onto the bed and gripped the sheets around you as hughie continued teasing you through the sticky fabric. you moaned as your back lifted from the bed into an arch and his mouth kept sucking – one of his hands raised to grope and squeeze at your chest while his mouth continued working until you couldn't tell the fabric was still between you from how wet it'd gotten.

eventually hughie’s other hand pried your underwear away from your dripping pussy, tugging them down your legs and throwing them wherever your pants had ended up earlier. now left completely naked, you panted beneath him, impatient for his mouth to be back on you – he didn't make you wait long. a second more and his tongue was swirling around your bud as he hummed against you. the vibration was enough for your thighs to start tensing around his head.

“hughie, baby- i can’t last like this.. it feels too fuckin’ good-”

before you could finish your thought, hughie’s hand disappeared between you. his finger entered your hole without a moment's thought as his mouth kept up with the speed. you groaned out, your eyes fluttering shut as your thighs tensed, squeezing around him once more. he moaned on your clit as you shook from your orgasm, only slowing his pace and pulling his finger out when your legs lazily splayed back open.

his mouth lifted from you with a pop and he grinned. “need a minute?” he asked, sliding his tongue out to lick the finger that’d just been inside of you.

you huffed out a breath. “no, baby- i need it. now.”

hughie stood up quickly to unbuckle his pants following your words. his eyes roamed your body, watching as you reached down between your legs to spread yourself open for him, showing where you needed him with your middle and index fingers. “fuck me properly, hugh. i wanna feel you.”

his hand reached into his jeans and pulled himself out, weakly fisting off a few times at the visual of you on display. he placed his other hand on your thigh as he hovered above you; you could see how painfully hard his dick was and bit your lip at the sight of precum already leaking onto his hand. as soon as his hand stopped moving, hughie started lining himself against your hole. grunts and curses spilled from his lips as he entered, and pressed your foreheads together once he was fully inside.

as hughie began moving, the hotel bed rocked with every thrust, filling the room with the obvious we’re having sex sound you were sure the neighboring rooms would be very fond of.

“oh god- fuck, look how you're taking me-” at some point hughie’s focus shifted downwards, staring in awe at your bodies connecting. he dragged one of his hands down to rub circles into your clit as he fucked you. “fuckin’ made for me, baby.”

“hughie- fuck! don't fucking stop!” you didn't care if anyone could hear you. your fingers clasped at the back of hughie’s shirt as he fucked himself into you – the smell of wine still lingering on his skin made you dizzy. wrapping your legs around his waist, you could feel yourself tighten around him and knew you were close.

“i’m gonna come, shit- keep going!”

after you reached your high, hughie didn't take long to follow, his brows furrowing as the exhaustion and alcohol hit him like a truck once you were both spent. he'd flopped onto you for a few minutes, sighing happily into your skin. “this is so much better than that bathroom.”

you giggled upon noticing hughie’s hair had curled into his face. you reached over and pushed it away, leaning in for a kiss once you felt how close you were.

“take your jeans off and let's sleep already.” you stretched out, making room next to you for him to slide over.

hughie smiled and obliged, taking off his sweaty shirt and jeans and throwing them back where your clothes laid on the floor from before. he shimmied under the covers next to you, cradling you in his arms as your eyes struggled to stay open.

“you'll still be here in the morning?” you asked, comfortably wrapping his arm over you.

“mmhm. we can get breakfast.” hughie replied quietly, already fading.

“if you're planning on us doing any of what we just did again tomorrow, i’m gonna need to call out of work.” hughie weakly chuckled and kissed the top of your head, whispering a quiet goodnight to you before you both drifted into a deep sleep.

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[mooncello]

Kai

One last look in the mirror—swoop the hair, readjust ear cuff—and then I’m flying out of my room and through the front door. Miraculously, Cole isn’t outside yet which gives me a chance to catch my breath and settle into my body. Reservation isn’t until 7:30—we have plenty of time.

Shit, am I nervous?

The front door swings open, and Cole steps outside. All the air whooshes out of my lungs.

Half his hair is pulled up into a knot, the rest kisses his shoulders. He’s wearing a silky, short sleeve buttoned black shirt tucked into gray trousers that make his legs look like they go for miles. And the jacket. It’s a lightweight gold and brown houndstooth bomber jacket, with black and white striped trim.

Cole looks sexy and sporty and classy all at once.

“You look perfect,” I tell him. My voice is weirdly airy. I don’t sound like myself.

He smiles. “Cello clothes okay?”

I close the distance between us and clear my throat so my voice goes back down. “I mean, I want to wreck them later but, yes, they are more than okay for now.”

There’s laughter sparkling in his eyes, and Cole tugs me by my lapel to pull me even closer, kissing me between words. “You look” (kiss) “really good” (kiss) “too” (kiss).

Mm, I could kiss Cole all night (and a part of me wants to take him right back inside) but I also want to take him on a date. Eat good food, talk, laugh, flirt.

Curiosity overwhelms me. What is Cole like on a date?? I need to know.

“Car’s on the street,” I say. I intertwine his fingers with mine and head that direction.

“Where’re we going? Can you tell me yet?”

We arrive at my car, and I look over at Cole. He’s gloriously backlit by the sinking sun, a sweet cool breeze tugging at his hair. It’s a beautiful night—gold light and blue-violet sky and neon pink clouds—and probably one of the last summer nights before the seasons change.

I suddenly don’t want to spend the next two hours in a temperature-controlled restaurant with ridiculously pretentious food.

“Uh, one second,” I tell Cole. I motion for him to get in the car, and I dial the restaurant as I slip into the driver’s seat.

“Hey,” I say to the person who answers the phone. “I’ve got a reservation under Kai. We’re not gonna be able to make it.”

Cole sends me a look, waits for the call to end, and then asks, “Everything okay?”

I pull up directions to the night market Nya mentioned. It’s in a really cool part of town, where the arts district meets all the vintage shops.

“Totally good,” I say to Cole and flash him a grin. “Change of plans.”

“Yeah?”

“I’d rather be outside. You?”

“Kai, I don’t care what we do. I’m with you. The rest doesn’t matter.”

My heart gives off little sparks. “Such a romantic,” I tease.

“Oh, you have no idea,” Cole replies, his voice scorching the air, and I’m lightheaded again.

Is this what swooning feels like? Do I swoon now?

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KITTENS. this is my favorite chapter yet. i'm so excited to share it with you. i hope you enjoy. x

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[1waveshortofashipwreck]

I told you i was gonna be here

Names Alexi, He/Him, INFP-T, love languages are physical affection and words of affirmation, my hobbies include: writing (actually trying to now), drawing, and playing the saxophone, some of my goals are to get into college to become a teacher, some my interests are history, animals and dinosaurs, what i look for in a partner is someone who is funny, can keep up with my chaos and just an all around fun time, but they understand my issues that i deal with (specifically my anger and my self-esteem), and smth that can be taken accounted for, i'm 5'5, and you can use any of the guys idk rlly care, hope this makes sense

Aaaaaaa thank you so much for the ship request Alexi!!!!! You’re amazing 🥺❤️💖 (Also thank you so much for your patience lol)

So this one came to me surprisingly quick but honestly it just fits!!

I ship you with….

Don Malarkey!!

A song from my Liked Songs that reminds me of y’all - Best Day of My Life by American Authors

How y’all met

So picture this - it’s Don and Alton in the motorcycle, living their best lives

You’re walking home from the store just vibing and daydreaming

Until ZOOOM they almost hit you and you get knocked on your ass

Of course they immediately pull over and Don just SPRINTS over to you

Don kneels next to you and makes sure you’re okay but when he makes eye contact with you for the first time he’s just

🥺🥺🥺

Completely and utterly smitten

“Can I walk with you the rest of the way? Let me carry your bag to make up for what just happened!”

Of course how can you say no to Baby Boy so of course you hand your backpack over to him and y’all start walking together and talking

There’s just an instant connection y’all can’t stop laughing and talking about everything under the sun, eventually, he subtly takes your hand in his for the rest of the way

Both of y’all are super sad when you get to your place

Don just looks at you with the sweetest eyes and goes “I’d love to see you again”

Y’all start just taking walks together almost every day and Muck and Penkala are so tired of just HOW MUCH Don talks about you, like sweet boy can’t get you out of his mind

How he knew he loves you

Ok so y’all are out to dinner and you notice fucking soBEL LIKE WTF H O W

But you and Don just look at each other and you both know you’re about to cause some CHAOS

So y’all hatch this perfect prank on Sobel

Long story short Sobel is covered in chocolate sundae and the two of you are running away from the restaurant laughing your asses off

Don just looks at you and… your laugh, your smile, how you two just work so well together

He tells you right then and there how much he loves you

Both of you just feel so overwhelmed with the feeling of like I Found My Person

You share a kiss and it's simultaneously so gentle but so passionate

Everything in that moment is just perfect

A conflict in your relationship and how y’all resolved it

Ok so I see it happening with you and Don are out with Muck and Penkala

The three of them are being themselves and laughing together

You were for a while but then your Social Battery dies

So of course you lean over to Don

“Hey babe, can we please go home?”

“Yeah in a minute love” he quickly replied before getting back to Muck and Penkala

…That's the third time he's said that

So you get frustrated and just walk out on your own and start walking home

Your intrusive thoughts start getting the better of you… did he really wanna spend time with you? Is he tired of you??

You're so swept up in your thoughts you don't hear Don running after you

“Love? What happened? Where’re you going??” poor boy is Genuinely Confused

Which you’re not sure if that makes things better or worse

Either way, you didn’t want him to see that you were hurt, so you turned it into anger

“What do you fucking want?” You turn around and shoot at him

He just has this hurt puppy look as he goes “What happened??”

“Just leave me alone” you try to keep walking but you feel him grab your arm and turn you around

“Please tell me what I did and I’ll do everything I can to make it better” Don just puts a hand on your cheek and his eyes are searching yours, begging for an answer

You see the concern and love in his eyes and you just break

Sobs wrack your body as Don hugs you tight, just being there for you while you let it all out

After a little bit you’re able to get out that you just felt ignored and that he preferred Muck and Penkala to you and he just

He realizes what he did and just places his forehead on yours

“My love, I’m so, so sorry… I should never have done that, we should’ve just gone home the first time you asked… how can I make it up to you??”

You just smile and ask, “...can we go home?”

Don just smiles and sweeps you up, carrying you the rest of the way to your place

… Muck and Penkala stayed waiting for you and Don to come back assuming that y’all just went to the bathroom

Your Happily Ever After

Most wholesome relationship known to man

Like this man will do ANYTHING to see you smile

You mention physical touch is your love language?

He’s making sure to have an arm around you, his hand on your back, giving you kisses ALL THE FREAKING TIME LIKE STOP IT'S GROSS BUT CUTE

He also just feels so comfortable and safe with you

Like the fact that y’all’s chaotic energies just blend so perfectly, he knows he won’t scare you away and it’s the best feeling in the world

Also he will listen to you talk about animals and dinosaurs for HOURS

Not only does he just love the sound of your voice but just how much you know it’s amazing to him

You wind up teaching him so much it’s basically like your first time being a teacher and Don’s the student and it’s the Best

A silly headcanon about your relationship

Y’all prank each other all day every day and it’s too cuTE

(obviously done with tact like if one of you is going through a rough patch of course a truce is declared)

But like

Powder in the hair dryer? Check; plastic wrap in the hallway? Check!

One of the best ones was when you gave Don a homemade candy apple

He took a GIANT bite

‘Twas an onion

He’s still plotting the perfect way to get you back…

Thank you again Alexi!! Hope you like it 🥺💖💕

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[flowerwrites06]

space — ksj

SPACE | KIM SEOKJIN | Requested by Anon.

Plot: Date nights were rare in their relationship but they made it work. Friction begins when Seokjin refuses to have one. Pairing: Businessman!Seokjin x Lecturer!Akira Type: General Fiction | Angst Rating: Mature Word Count: 1.2k+ Warnings: angst, break-up concerns, relationship friction, arguments. Author’s Note: hope you enjoy this drabble! There's only one day left before requests close, send your ideas in!

Busy schedules were a normal part of their lives. Seokjin had to deal multiple conferences, reports, clients and business partners until his brain felt raw from use. Akira had lectures, grading, research papers and meetings until she couldn’t form another sentence by the end of the month.

Except there was always a few days where they were able to make a trip for themselves. Revive the frayed strings of their relationship, be with one another and feel rejuvenated again before the toils of daily work rushed back again.

Akira was particularly excited about this coming trip since it would be the last time she would see Seokjin before he had to go on his own business trip for three weeks. By the time Seokjin would get home, Akira had exam season, leaving her to a solitude that she couldn’t come out of until the holidays. She wanted this trip to be perfect.

Except Seokjin and his business partners had different ideas.

“They want to go on another trip?” Akira asked, gently rubbing hand cream between her palms as they readied for bed. Seokjin already sat on his side, taking off his glasses after skimming through some paperwork. “But we promised to do a few date nights before you left.”

“They’re my friends and business partners.” Seokjin shrugged, shifting under the blankets. The glow of the lamp painted his skin gold. “We can do a date another time, I can’t deny them.” He shook his head.

“Yes you can. Tell them you won’t be able to see me for another two months.” Akira climbed on the bed, lifting her nightdress. Speaking out the time made her heart sink even further. They were so busy in the last four months and a couple of their conversations were too similar to this. Heated arguments. Even her friends were starting to give advice on how to either find professional help or leave.

Akira hated it but a part of her began to think of the latter. Exhaustion set in so deeply these few days that even she started to wonder whether it would be easier for them to split. Especially since even Seokjin seemed to be rescheduling their time without realizing how precious it was. Perhaps it was only precious to her now and an inconvenience to him.

Seokjin scoffed, keeping a smile because he didn’t like fighting but the non-chalance of it hurt her. “I will see you after that month. It’s not necessary for us to rush into a date night.”

“But don’t you want to spend some time with me before you leave?” Akira asked, with less confidence.

“Not when you’re being like this.”

Akira stayed silent, the slight ache forming into a lump in her throat. “Like what?”

“Like this, pushy and clingy, I may as well just hang out with my business partners and feel relaxed.” Seokjin waved his hand.

Akira’s heart dropped, her body curled in on itself when her own fears became realized. She rubbed in between her brows with a sigh, trying to sway away the burning behind her eyes. “I am being pushy because this is getting hard. If you think that I’m being too clingy then maybe you don’t want to keep doing this anymore.”

Seokjin’s stomach lurched, expression softened. “I didn’t mean it like that, Akira.” He tried to let out a small laugh even though panic settled in his belly. He tried to reach out and touch the back of her hand but she moved away. “Hey—”

But Akira already climbed off the bed, grabbed her pillow and laptop and made way to the door.

“Where’re you going?” he asked, softer. Without laughing. “We still need to talk about this.”

“The decision is already made, isn’t it?” Akira asked. “There’s nothing more to talk about.”

“Akira.” Seokjin sighed. Guilt lingered at the back of his mind as he lay down properly on the bed. The urge to go after her immediately was strong but he was the one who implied that space was the option.

Of course, he wasn’t thrilled about bailing on their rare date nights to talk to his business partners but saying no had consequences. Less deals, less opportunities. Seokjin couldn’t pass them up if it did arrive. Akira should’ve known that and understood that he needed to go. But maybe she did understand and this was the best option without anyone getting sidelined.

It wasn’t like Seokjin was giving them a better option. Just keep working and no date nights until the next two or even three months? And then call his girlfriend clingy when she isn’t happy about it?

Seokjin hated that Akira was already on board with leaving because it meant these thoughts were simmering for a while. Did he ever think about it? Even if he didn’t think he did, he must’ve made it seem like it was a thought on his mind. Tonight was nothing to prove it wrong at least. But he didn’t want to leave.

His eyes could barely close without feeling the familiar warmth next to him, the soft breathing when she reached deep sleep. How she kept a hand close to him to hold. The same hand she pulled away because there was no reason to keep letting him hold it. Panic turned to hurt in his chest.

Three hours had passed and Seokjin barely had a wink of sleep. “Fuck,” he whispered and lifted his heavy body off the bed.

The light was off in the living room with a small lamp at the end of the room. Akira slept on the couch, her body curled and her head rested on the pillow and her body covered by a throw blanket. Her hair strands perched over her face, splayed in small waves across the cotton pillowcase.

Seokjin walked closer, crouched in front of her and gently brushed away the strands from her face. Her breathing was soft and slow. The same breathing he was used to listening next to him. Guilt tightened around him. She fell asleep thinking he didn’t want her close to him anymore.

Seokjin leaned in and kissed her forehead. “Baby?” He whispered, fingers softly tracing the edge of her hairline, framing her ear where a small diamond stud glimmered.

Akira hummed faintly in response but didn’t move.

Seokjin squeezed himself on the couch, gently placing his arms around Akira so half her body rested atop him. Her head gently rested on his chest as she squirmed.

“Seokjin,” Akira whined but her body still lay atop of him, head rested on his chest.

Seokjin kissed the edge of her hairline. “I’m sorry. You weren’t being clingy.” He kissed again. “I love you.”

Akira sighed, and then slowly traced her fingers against his jawline. Her heart felt a wave of relief hearing those words again, tears formed, small pearlets forming on the corners of her eyes. “I love you too.”

Seokjin pressed small pecks on the tips of her fingers. “I’ll reschedule the meeting during the business trip,” he said.

Akira lifted her head to look at him. “Are you sure?”

Seokjin leaned again and pressed a kiss on her lips. “I’m sure.” He traced his fingers down her arm, keeping her close and tight to his chest. “I don’t wanna be without you. Always be right here.”

Akira smiled against his chest and snuggled further into his skin. “I won’t go anywhere. I promise.”  

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[the-sand-guardian]

Chapter 3: The Hospital of the Damned

Sneeg has an encounter in the psych ward with a familiar face. Charlie gets paid a visit. Ranboo begs for forgiveness.

This is the third chapter of my ongoing Generation Loss fic, Still Feel. I have the oneshot that sparked this whole thing up on here, Ao3, and Wattpad.

TW/CW// Religious trauma, hospital setting, unprofessional medical staff, intoxicated characters, derealization/dissociation

Word count: 2071 (Minus Author's Note)

Chapter one link: https://www.tumblr.com/the-sand-guardian/724559167319359488/chapter-1-the-survival-of-the-three?source=share

Chapter 3 below the Read More

Sneeg had thought that his own hospital stay had taken ages. Something about the sterile smell and long identical hallways never failed to chill him. The mingling sounds of beeping, computer keys clacking, and phones ringing fogged over his brain. The awful medley made him unable to think properly. Even the fluorescent lights and the glum looks of families gave him the ick. Needless to say, his few weeks in the building had been terrible, though he was thankful he wasn’t in Ranboo’s position. 

His time in the psych ward had been better than when he was receiving physical treatment. He much preferred stringless sweatpants and gripped socks to hospital gowns. He would often ask the doctors and nurses there about Ranboo and Charlie, as oftentimes the stress of worrying about them made his condition much worse. 

One morning, a young man was checked into the ward after moving from the hospital, just like Sneeg had. He couldn’t help but feel a wave of recognition wash over him as he looked at the other. The man was a bit shorter than he was, had bleached white hair, wore glasses, and was referred to by the staff as “Ethan.” Rumours spread amongst the more seasoned patients that eventually made their way down to Sneeg. 

“He was practically torn open when they found him,” One woman had whispered at breakfast. “He’ll show you the scars if you ask.” Sneeg decided very quickly that he wouldn’t ask. 

“His left eye’s fake, he lost it in whatever happened.” Another had chimed in. “He takes it out before bed.” Sneeg made sure to look Ethan in his right eye when he spoke to him. 

Sneeg began to ignore the rumours he heard, or at the very least be respectful of what he ended up catching anyways. He could only wonder what they must be saying about him now. Perhaps Ethan had heard equally heinous rumours about him. He choked down the pounding in his chest and decided to sit down with him one day after therapy. 

“Hey man,” He said quietly. “I’m Sneeg. You seem lonely,” He looked over at Ethan. Both of his eyes moved together. 

“Oh- uh, hey. I’m Ethan, I guess.” He messed with his glasses a bit, refusing to look him in the eye. 

Sneeg waited a moment before speaking again. “So, where’re you from?” 

Ethan opened his mouth a few different times, struggling to speak. “I don’t… quite know. I think- I think I had a fish though.” 

Sneeg tried not to shiver as he tried to remember if he’d had the conversation before. Something about him seemed so painfully familiar, but he couldn’t remember where they had met before. He studied his face for any sort of hint, but none came. In fact, the fresh scars that stretched across his face made him less recognizable. 

“That’s…odd.” He mumbled. “Do I know you from somewhere?” 

“Oh my god, you feel it too,” Ethan covered his mouth with his hands and finally looked at him. “I didn’t wanna be weird but I swear to god I know you.” 

Both men stared at one another for a moment. Sneeg furrowed his brow. 

“Carousel?” He suggested, though the word had very little actual meaning to him. Sneeg had foggy memories of a carousel, but nothing quite tangible at this point. His neck felt heavy, and the room around him began to form a dingy grey wall. Voices mingled around him incoherently, and for a split second he would have sworn there was a camera pointed at him. The ward fell back into place around him and Ethan had put a hand on his shoulder. 

“Hey, hey- you were right,” He shook Sneeg a bit. “Are you good man?” 

“Huh? Oh…oh.” 

“You zoned out pretty hard there for a second. Do you need me to get you someone?” 

Sneeg shook his head. “No- no, I just- I didn’t realize how much that memory would affect me.” He leaned back against the wall. “We both…No, that doesn’t make any sense.” 

Ethan furrowed his brow and cocked his head to the side a bit. “No, continue-” 

“I can’t,” Sneeg shook his head. “There’s no point, I shouldn’t have even brought it up.” 

Ethan leaned in a bit to where only Sneeg could hear him. “I’m not going to tell them.”

Sneeg looked at him for a second before shaking his head. “No, I can’t, I wanna get better.” 

Ethan’s hand tightened around his arm. “Sneegsnag. I want to remember. Tell me.” He demanded, getting a bit louder and almost looking past him.

Sneeg pulled back away from him. “Ethan, stop! Let go of me!” 

Less than a few moments had passed before a few nurses came to collect Ethan and try to calm him. Sneeg brushed himself off and tried to shake the terrible feeling the whole interaction had given him. He wasn’t supposed to indulge in his delusions, that’s what he had been told. He ignored the aching memories of slime, explosives, and moving walls. Those were all false, they must have been. The mall had been completely empty and abandoned when the police arrived. That’s what investigators had told him. 

His gut said otherwise. 

Flashes of what he could only assume were memories flickered through his mind more and more frequently. He remembered waking up on a carousel and hearing a voice speak to him. The voice was oddly familiar, but he could never put a name or face to it. Sometimes, he would hear the voice in his dreams, too. It was always telling him the same thing: “This is all fake, Sneeg. Open your eyes.” He remembered the camera crew, and the awful masks they wore. “Don’t resist.” The voice had said, but he had run. He still couldn’t fathom how those people- those things- saw him through their masks. Those damned masks that still chilled him. 

“Sneeg- Sneeg, are you alright?” A nurse gently shook him. 

He looked up at the nurse, much sweatier than he remembered being and a bit out of breath. “Huh? What?” He looked around frantically before calming a bit. No cameras, just the cold hospital floors and bare white walls. A few nurses were gathered around him after his quick altercation with Ethan, and one looked over the bruise his hold had left on Sneeg. 

“It’s alright, he’s meeting with a doctor now. We won’t let that happen again.” The first nurse assured him. “May I ask what happened?” She leaned in curiously.

The nearly robotic manner the professional spoke in made Sneeg shift uneasily. He took the ice pack another nurse handed him and shook his head. “It’s nothing, dude just freaked.” He fibbed, knowing anything he said would be twisted around by the few other patients listening intently. 

The nurse’s face fell a little but she nodded. “As long as neither party is injured,” She gave a wide smile before dropping it as her eyes fell to his bruise. “At least too badly.” 

“It’s nothing, seriously. Can I please go and see my brothers?” He looked around the room once more, bouncing a bit where he sat. “I really wanna see them. Are they ok?” 

She looked to another nurse before going back to Sneeg. “We can take you to see them. I can’t guarantee they’ll be awake, though.” 

“I just- I need to see them. Please?” 

She nodded again as Sneeg rose to his feet. The nurse called over another who then escorted Sneeg out of the ward and into the rest of the hospital. He explained to Sneeg that both Ranboo and Charlie were in separate areas, and asked which he’d like to see first. Sneeg stopped only a moment to decide, and ended up choosing Charlie, knowing he’d be up or at least in need of some company. The nurse let the two speak in private, though he lingered about outside the room for when Sneeg was to be brought back. 

Charlie was a bit sedated when Sneeg made it to his room, but he was awake. Sneeg pulled a chair up to the side of his bed to be closer while they spoke. 

“Hey there, Chuck,” He smiled at him a bit. “How’re you holdin’ up?” 

Charlie gave a dazed chuckle. “I’m here, what else can I say?” He returned Sneeg’s smile. “They got me all stitched up.” 

“You’ve been stitched up for a little bit now, I thought?”

“Maybe, I dunno what they did this time” He shrugged before shutting his eyes with a wince. “I wish they’d just fix this fuckin’ headache.” 

“Yeah, it sucks, doesn’t it?” Sneeg nodded. “Did they put you under or just numb you?” 

Charlie took a second to process his words. “Oh, I’m all numb, man. It’s pretty fun actually, I feel like I’m asleep.” He giggled a bit as he leaned back more.

The two continued to speak for a bit as Charlie continued to come back out of his sedation. In the other room, however, Ranboo was doing the same, speaking quietly to themself in the dark. 

“Our father-” They would begin, fighting through the stinging pain that spread across their face before trying again. “Our father, who-” They paused again before weakly clasping their hands in front of their chest as their frail body shook. They drew in a wavering breath before giving up and switching their words. “Dear heavenly father,” they began once more, their eyes welling up with tears. “Please, be with everyone I abandoned. I didn’t mean it, Lord, I didn’t want to… Please- Let them have a better fate than me.” 

Tears flowed freely down their face now, and the effort of speaking became much greater. “I don’t care what happens to me, just don’t let them die the way I was supposed to. Let them make it out, they aren’t as terrible as I’ve been. At least let them die in peace, Lord.” A sob pushed its way from him. “I’m so, so sorry…” He fell into the familiar rhythm of apologies before the stinging pain in his face became impossible to ignore and filled him with nausea. 

His chest rose and fell quickly as he clutched his fingers together ever tighter. Their stomach threatened to heave, so they laid back down and hoped no nurse or doctor would come to check on them for the time being. His mind raced from the prayer he tried to stick to back to the room he was found in. There was no way the two had just decided Ranboo was worth saving after all he had done. Hell, he was the reason both of them had died. They clenched their jaw to the point their teeth hurt as their tears flowed over the stitches and scarring over their face. They tried to think of a reason why either would want to come back for them, especially Sneeg. Ranboo hadn’t even gone to look for Sneeg; they had stopped entirely with Charlie. Sneeg must have been terrified, wandering the mall all on his own, surrounded by Showfall employees and completely clueless as to what was really happening. He thanked God for Charlie going back to find Sneeg. 

And what had Charlie been thinking? Maybe Charlie wouldn’t even be in the hospital if Ranboo hadn’t woken him up. Charlie could have lived what he believed was his normal life in peace, without the stress of Knowing looming over him menacingly. They prayed that he would be able to feel normal after everything. They parted their lips as they continued their silent prayer, hoping their Lord would forgive them for apathetically watching their friends’ fight for survival and doing nothing. Perhaps when they finally just died they would be free of the worry. 

They drew in a shaking breath and hovered their thumb over the button that administered another dose of painkillers. Though their nausea and the sting of their wounds refused to die down, they refused to press it. This is what he deserved, he reasoned. To feel the pain that he’d imprinted onto others. To remember it, and savour its taste on his tongue. They moved their hand completely across their waist, not even wanting to be tempted by relief. 

Dizzy laughter from the other room floated down the hall only to be completely squashed by the time it reached Ranboo’s room, but perhaps it was better that way. 

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AN: I had a lot of fun writing this chapter as I think you can tell lol. I love writing characters with familiar traumas as it's kinda therapeutic in a way. I definitely could have kept writing but I really liked the final line of this chapter so I shipped it off to my editor at the length it's presently at. I hope you enjoyed it, comments, likes, and reblogs are much appreciated!

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[jofie-does-things]

hear me out … ‘ you mustn’t tell anyone. he wouldn’t want it. ’ feat pining! Ezio x reader 😋

I was so excited to get this in my inbox! I’m so sorry for the wait and I hope this lives up to your expectations!!

Mistaken Identity

Summary: In which you mistakenly confess your feelings for Ezio to the person who is, in fact, Ezio.

Pairing: Pining!Ezio Auditore x Drunk!Reader (AC: 2)

Word Count: 2.4K

Genre: Fluff

Warnings: None, except reader is absolutely sloshed

Author’s Note: I appreciate the patience while I finished this! School has been killer and I’ve had no free time recently, but I still have many works that I’m excited to share with y’all!

The character mentioned in this (Orazio) is Mario’s right hand man from the ‘Assassin’s Creed: Renaissance” novel by Oliver Bowden that I’ve been reading recently because I wanted to sprinkle a lil lore in there :)

Feel free to drop a request into my inbox and enjoy!!

“You mustn’t tell anyone. He wouldn’t want it.”

The last thing Ezio imagined doing tonight was saving you from jumping off the walls of Monteriggioni.

In all honesty, he was on his way back from San Gimignano after a long mission, dreaming of the soft mattress he was finally going to enjoy. The entire journey was spent daydreaming about what he was going to eat, how he planned on spending no less than two hours bathing, and passing out as soon as he could.

Saving you from the stupidity of your colleagues was not on his list of things to do.

When he walked through the front gates, he was greeted with the sight of a group of people standing on the walls of the city. Each taking turns to see how far they could jump and roll off by the looks of things. He was content to turn away and leave them to it. It wasn’t his business after all and his bed was calling his name. Until he heard the drunken calls for you to go next.

It was no secret to the Auditore family (read: Claudia) that Ezio harbored feelings for you. Ever since he came to be in your presence, the young assassin couldn’t help but be drawn in by you. There was an air about you that captivated him and the way you both interacted felt right to him. Nothing like he’d ever felt with Cristina. In fact, he’d probably say it felt better.

It was such thoughts that made Ezio pause in his steps, gaze snapping to your figure standing, unsteadily, at the top.

You were readying yourself to jump, feeling brave in your drunken haze. Ezio knew that in your state, you’d break a limb, or worse. But before he could shout at you to stop, you’d stumbled off the edge.

For a few heart-stopping seconds, you sailed through the air, angled in a way that would guarantee months of bed rest due to broken bones. Until Ezio swooped in, feeling the warmth of your body meet his as your weight settled into his outstretched arms.

Upon realizing that you were alright, relief settled into his bones, the rush spreading through his limbs, leaving his heart racing and body shaky. He breathed a sigh of relief, ducking his head and closing his eyes. Your arms wound their way around his neck. He could feel your heart racing just as much as his and your breath grazing his neck.

A thought graced his brain that remarked on how he wouldn’t mind staying like this forever.

But because the world seemed to hate him, the whooping and hollering of the crowd of drunkards behind him ruined the moment.

“Alright, you’ve all had your fun. Now return to your homes.” Ezio declared, turning towards the villa with you still in his arms. And your arms still wrapped around his neck, his brain unhelpfully supplied. “I don’t want to see any of you visiting the dottore for broken necks.”

A chorus of groans followed Ezio as he ventured up the stairs, the crowd dispersing and stumbling towards their homes.

“Where’re we going?” Your voice questions from his arms.

“The villa.”

“But my home is-“

“I know, but I don’t feel comfortable leaving you outside the walls with no one to make sure you’re fine.”

His tone left no room for argument and a silence followed his statement, your brain working to process it. Ezio’s pretty sure you’re too drunk to pick up on the underlying sentiment.

“Are you sure it will be fine for me to stay the night?” You’ve since unwound your arms from his neck, fiddling with your fingernails. It seems the confident drunk has disappeared, replaced by a quiet demeanor.

“I don’t see why it wouldn’t be, Signora.” Casting a brief glance down to you as he crossed the threshold of the front doors.

“It’s just that I wouldn’t want to inconvenience Messer Auditore.”

“It wouldn’t be an inconvenience. You’re perfectly welcome to stay when in need.” You gaped up owlishly at him, eyes staring but obviously not truly processing anything in front of you. He followed your gaze back down to your hands, having since bunched in the skirts of your dress, and reveled in the silence that followed his statement.

Though he wasn’t quite sure if the silence that followed was due to the gears in your brain turning or the fact that your eyes were drooping closed. And, by the sound of your soft snores coming from his shoulder, it was the latter.

The villa was dark as he crossed the threshold of the entrance. Shadows cast long trails while he moved to the stairs. And Ezio decided that, despite the grueling climb he had awaiting him, he would let you rest in his room.

Once up the ladder, the young Auditore gingerly placed your sleeping form on the cot in the corner, ensuring you were properly covered with the blanket before turning and stripping himself of his outer coat. Cool air brushed against his skin and a sigh escaped him.

You’d since fallen asleep, snoring lightly and the corners of his lips curled up into a soft smile. Then he turned towards the ladder to retrieve some food from the kitchens, scrubbing at his cheeks as if it would somehow make the blush forming on his face disappear.

He’d spent the next few minutes rummaging through the kitchens, both looking for scraps for himself and something to help balance out the drunken stupor you were in. maneuvering through the dimly lit space proved to be harder than usual, what with his thoughts of you distracting him so much so that he’d knocked over some kitchenware with a muttered swear.

Finally, he’d gathered everything and started toward the ladder, fighting to keep the fruits of his labor falling from his arms.

This concentration was shattered, however, when he peeked over the top of the ladder and halted at the sight of you, wrestling with the strings holding your bodice together. You’ve been somewhat successful, judging by the wilted edges of the leather. Only, you’d gotten stuck on a particularly tight knot.

It wasn’t for a few more, agonizing, seconds that Ezio watched you before he snapped to attention.

You were getting undressed.

In his room.

He scrambled the rest of the way up the ladder, moving to deposit the plate of food on his desk before rounding on you, waving his arms frantically to get your attention.

“Wait, wait!” He hissed frantically, moving to grab your wrists when he saw that waving his arms did nothing to keep you from reaching your goal. “What are you doing?”

There’s a heat to his cheeks and a trembling in his hands. And all the while he’s pointedly looking away from the shoulder of your tunic that’s sliding down to reveal more candlelit skin. You huffed at him, staring at him like he’s the strange one for asking such a ridiculous question.

“What does–” you’re cut off by a quick ‘shh’ as he motioned for you to be quieter, “What does it look like? I’m getting undressed. I’m not going to sleep in this thing.” You motioned to your bodice. Your sleeve dipped even lower now; not that he noticed or anything.

“It’s uncomfortable to sleep in.” There’s a finality to your words and you move to continue picking at the strings.

It’s a split-second decision that he had made before he moved behind you to swat your hands away from what they were doing. The heat in his face had long since traveled past his neck. It didn’t ease up with the warmth of your back seeping through the material of your tunic.

He wordlessly set to work and you muttered a small thank you to him as the bodice loosened.

It wasn’t long before the bodice was completely undone and he’d done his best to help you undress appropriately while trying to look respectfully in the other direction, teeth running across the scar over his mouth as he fumbled with his bottom lip. He’d supplied you with an extra shirt of his for the night, still fidgeting while trying to keep his mind from completely locking in on this fact. He’d since moved to the food and drink he’d brought to keep his hands busy, whilst you completely got changed.

Finally, after having been assisted and coaxed to eat some ginger and drink some water, you stumbled to the cot. Landing with an ‘oomph’, you wrestled with the covers, to no avail.

“Honestly Signorina.” He’d remarked somewhat playfully as he snapped out of his daze, trying to regain what confidence he had before this, and marched over to aid you in your brawl with the sheets. “How you managed to get this far gone and stay alive is beyond me.”

“I do just fine on my own.” Your shoulders droop as you huff, resigning to just let Ezio help you get settled in. “Or, at least, I try to. I don’t like the thought of being a burden to my employers; and especially not Messer Auditore.”

His hands halt as they’re maneuvering the sheets, but only for a minuscule second; then he was back to work. He’d quirked a curious eyebrow, eyes glued to the task while pressing for more information.

“Messer Auditore?” A nod followed his simple question and you took it as a sign to continue.

“Mhm, he’s kind enough to help me when I need it and he can be quite humorous, even when he’s not trying to be.” You stifle a giggle, like there’s an underlying joke to your words that only you understand, “I admire him and consider him to be one of the people I’m closest to. I just want everything to work out perfectly because I know he has a lot resting on his shoulders.”

“Messer Auditore, huh?” A sly look crossed his face at the statement and you were nodding again at his repeated question. Sure, his uncle could really tell a joke and he was kind; kind enough to allow him, Claudia, and his mother to stay in Monteriggioni. He’d heard many a staff member make some of the same comments about Mario’s character, but this seemed a little much. Especially for you.

“I don’t know, Signorina, it might be prudent for you to keep it quiet. Lest Mario himself catches wind of it and it inflates his ego.” A snort escapes you, surprising Ezio with its abruptness, but he couldn’t help the fond smile curling his lips as you lightly swat his arm in a fit of drunken giggles. He stretched for his cup as he settled in at your bedside.

“No, idiota. I’m not talking about him, I’m talking about Ezio.” The breath catches in his throat, his own cup of water pausing in its journey to his mouth.

“What?” Is all the young assassin is able to choke out before you continued on with hurried insistence.

“Go ahead and laugh. It’s taken me so long to realize it when it was right in front of me- and don’t say I told you so—” you waggled a threatening finger in his face, “—he’s just so, so—” your hands flew up, waving in the air as if to give him the statement that you can’t seem to form with your voice— “I admire his strength and how he goes out of his way to help those in need even if he doesn’t know them. I’m hopelessly in love with him.”

It was at that point when you deflate.

“But he doesn’t notice me. I am not completely sure he even knows I exist.” A groan escaped you as you flopped right back down onto the mattress, a finger raised to point in his face once more. Your eyes met his in complete seriousness and he noted how beautiful the pinch of your brows and shine of your eyes looked in the candlelight.

“You musn’t tell anyone. He wouldn’t want it.”

A beat of silence rang through the room. Followed by two more. The rush of blood pounding through his ears and the racing of his heart overwhelmed him.

He couldn’t have heard that right.

You’d just confessed your feelings for him to him. But you begged him to not tell anyone, especially him.

And now this had gotten confusing. But Ezio was so overjoyed by the knowledge that you’d harbored the same feelings for him that he had for you, he couldn’t find it in himself to care all that much. In all honesty, he wanted to kiss you. But he found himself dissolving into a fit of giggles, flopping down unceremoniously on the bed next to you.

Perhaps the world didn’t hate him as much as he thought it did.

Your panicked expression loomed over him, strings of threats falling from your lips only served to make him laugh harder. Hands seized his shoulders as you tried to force him to stop laughing.

“I’m serious, Orazio!” He’s shaken back and forth in your hysteria to get the point across. “You can’t tell a soul.”

Ah, so that’s who you believed to have spilled your greatest secret to. On any other occasion, wherein you were sober enough to tell the difference, he would’ve teased you some more, but he can tell you’re starting to get desperate and he’s never regarded himself as a cruel man. So, he decided to soothe your worries.

“You have nothing to worry about, mia amica. I won’t tell a soul. So please—” his hands pried yours off his shoulders, a gentle grasp that moved up your own arms, “allow yourself to get some rest. I know you will need it, what with the headache that will soon greet you.”

You gave him a suspicious look, searching his face for any sign of dishonesty— although it didn’t seem to be effective considering you still couldn’t piece together who exactly you were with— and returned to the comfort of the cot after seemingly having found none.

With this newfound information held close to his heart, the young Auditore busied himself with getting settled for his own sleeping place in the chair he kept in the corner of the room. Your bout of energy appeared to have dissipated once your head hit the pillow because, within a few minutes, your eyelids had swayed shut and your breathing evened out.

Ezio had never seen you so at peace. With a squeeze of your hand and a gentle peck to your forehead as he brushed a few stray hairs out of the way he decided that the struggle had been worth it after all.

“Goodnight, mia cara. Ti amo anche.”

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[arlestial]

heyyy I absulutely LOVE your writing!

Could you maybe do a part 2 for the recent Nahoya foc? Dont rush yourself and take core plsss

❝you're losing me❞

synopsis : Today is you and Nahoya’s anniversary. You thought he would come back early to celebrate it with you - it was a special occasion after all. But you were wrong.

pairing : Nahoya Kawata (Smiley) x f!reader •—Tokyo Revengers

tw : Part 2 of the previous Nahoya x reader (Part 1 is here), full angst, no comfort.

word count : 1250~ words

author-note : Hi ! You're not the only one who asked a part 2, I'm glad ! So here it is (I made an angst ending, I didn't know if you prefered a good one, if it's the case, tell me, and I'll write an alternative end), I thought it would be better with this end. Sorry for the delay, I hope everyone will like it (especially you @rome-alone !) take care of yourself ♡

He fucked up. And perhaps it was his last chance.

Nahoya wasn’t sure of the date, so he checked. One. Two. Three, four or five times. But he couldn’t even understand himself. Did he really forgot it ? Your couple birthday ? He realized when he saw your figure on the couch, the pillow wet because of your tears. He remembered about the restaurant, the restaurant where you waited for him for hours, the gifts, that you probably bought weeks ago…

He was so sorry. He wanted to wake you up, to apologize deeply, but you seemed tired, cold, and above all, extremely sad. Disappointed. So, he just took a cover, and put it on you, caressing your cheek with his finger. But when he saw your face, your brows furrowed in your sleep, he just left you on the couch, a bit sad of your reaction.

The next morning, you wake-up, sun on your eyelids. You growled, tired, and headed to the bedroom to take some clothes, in order to take a shower in the bathroom. On your way, while you stretched your arms, you met the person you didn’t want to meet at all. Nahoya. You just bumped his shoulder, trying to access to the wardrobe. He scoffed, quite shocked you were doing the cold shoulder now, and coughed for your attention. He was even more shocked to see that you didn’t even glance at him.

« Mornin, baby. The cat got your tongue ? » he said, in a flirty tone.

« I wish he could eat yours. », you responded, taking your clothes from the wardrobe, trying to form a good outfit for an hang-out today.

« No need to be this cold, babe », he looked at the outfit, puzzled, « where’re you going ? »

« Somewhere. Maybe the restaurant where I waited for hours yesterday ? Who knows. »

You walked to the bathroom and locked the door behind you. You didn't want to see him now, or you would definitely punch him in the face. You took your shower, then dressed-up, brushed your teeth and your hair, and exited the bathroom, only to find (again) Nahoya in front of you.

« Where are you going and with who ? »

« I’m not gonna tell you. After all, you don’t need to know. You probably don’t care about me anyway. »

« Y/N, please, stop your childish behavior », he said, sighing, « we can talk this out, like civilized people. »

« My childish behavior ? Are you being serious right now ? You left me alone on our birthday to hang out with your friends, even though you knew I was waiting for you, don’t tell me you’re the civilized person here. »

He reached for your hand, but you slapped it away.

« Don’t you dare fucking touch me now, » and your voice began to shake a little, « after all I have done for you, for us, you ditched me like I was nothing to you, again », and tears left finally your eyes.

« Y/N, I’m so sorry. Please, listen to me. I know I fucked up. Give me a second chance. I shouldn’t have- » 

« It’s too late to apologize, Nahoya. It’s not the first time you left me alone to hang-out with your friends », you sobbed, « I’m not a toy you can play with when you want too. W-Why can’t you just think about me for once ? »

« I always think about you, I promise ! Just give me a second chance, I’m not gonna fuck it up again. Please. »

« I can’t, how can I trust you ? You hurt me-»

« Stop acting like the fucking victim now ! I’m as hurt as you, you act like I’m a fucking monster who treats you like shit ! »

He yelled and firmly grabbed your wrist, hurting you in the process. You stopped sobbing. You were not shocked. You were terrified. You knew Nahoya was a bit violent, he likes fighting, and all that stuff, but he always promised to be affectionate with you, never yell at you or even touch you in a violent way. Another promise he didn’t keep. He realized what he did, and silence filled the room. Tears flowed down your cheeks, your wrist still in in Nahoya’s hand, who was breathing heavily.

« I hope I never met you. »

« Wait, Y/N, I’m sorry- »

« I don’t want to be yours anymore. », you scoffed, « If you considered me as yours in the first place. »

You removed your wrist from his grip, you took your bag, and left the apartment, drying your tears. Nahoya tried to follow you but then, he understand.

You were gone. Forever.

Two months later, Nahoya was with his gang, and he couldn't stop thinking about you, still hoping that one day you would forgive him. He saw you across the street, walking and laughing. His eyes widened when he saw the person you were with; a boy from the opposite gang, walking hand in hand. The boy looked at him, with sharp, hateful eyes. The feeling of jealousy, he didn’t even have the right to feel, rose in his chest. You called out the boy’s name, and he looked back at you, giving you a kind and beautiful smile. You two kissed, and sudden tears left Nahoya's eyes. Now, you were with someone else. Someone who deserved you. It was too late.

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[sortofanobsession]

Will o’ the Wisp - Ch. 5 (Umbrella Academy WIP)

Author’s Note: Still chipping away at this one, I have sooooo much written but there are missing scenes that I end up having to dig through clips, transcripts, and even gif sets, to sort out dialog. So I'm sorry that it takes so long. Also from now on I'm just going to use Viktor. Some pronouns might be wrong, because I'm still sorting through everything, but I'm trying. I have rewritten the first four chapters with hopefully correct pronouns. You can find that here and in the series masterlist. Not that there is really any mention of Viktor in this chapter oddly enough. It's Man on the Moon plot points, so it's looking for Five & Klaus, while Luther & Diego argue. So that's fun. Enjoy. Unbeta'd as always.

Minors DNI

So as it goes, Y/N = your name. Y/N/N = your nickname.  Reader pronouns She/Her.

Tag Requests are Open just message me.

Primary Pairing: Diego Hargreeves x Female!Reader (Slow Burn)

Series/TUA Masterlist

Chapter 2, Chapter 3, Chapter 4, Chapter 6

Word count: 3k+

Content Warning: Death, Blood, drinking, drunk behavior, vomiting, knives, arguing, sibling rivalry, guilt, cussing/swearing, canon typical neglect, manipulation, violence, angst, anger.

Chapter 5: Tough Talk and Touchy Subjects

“Like I said, Master Luther,” Pogo tells Luther as they look around Five’s room. “Number Five hasn't lived in this room since he was a boy.”

“Yeah, I know, but we need to warn him,” Luther explains. “He doesn't even know we were attacked. He doesn't know they're looking for him - he doesn't know -”

“What are you doing here?” Diego asks.

 “Uh,” Luther starts. “Do you know about Mom?”

“Well, It looks like you got what you wanted,” Diego states. “One way or another, right?"

"Wanna tell me what you're doing here?” Luther shifts the topic.

“Looking for Five,” Diego answers.

“Let me guess," Luther continues. "You're gonna save the day.”

“It's what I do," Diego responds. “Asshole.”

“Really?” Luther counters. “Last I checked, you mopped floors.”

“And what do you do? Sit on the moon for four years, waiting for orders?”

Diego is not buying it.“Keep on being a loyal soldier after everything our father did to you.”

“What? You mean save my life?” Luther inquires.

“No, I mean…turn you into a monster.”

“Can’t hide it anymore, champ.”

Luther punches the armoire.  

Pogo shakes his head.

“He had a difficult decision to make, and he made it.”

“Grow up, Luther, we’re not 13 anymore.”

“That’s what leaders do, by the way.”

“He sent you on that mission all alone. Almost got you killed.”

“Yeah, well, at least he was there. Where were you? You and everyone else in this family? You walked out.”

“And thank Christ that I did, or I would have ended up just like you.” 

“Let me ask you a question.” Diego starts. “When you watch one of these nature shows-”

“Diego, please,” Pogo tries.

“Does it turn you on?” Diego finishes his question.

“So what? Is he just an animal to you, too now, Diego, huh?” Luther gestures to Pogo. 

“Don't.”

“Enough! This house was attacked,” Pogo chastises them. “We barely got out with our lives.

And Grace, she wasn't so lucky. Your brother is missing, and this is how you rise to the occasion? Take your nonsense elsewhere. Now.”

“Sorry, Pogo.”

“Yeah, sorry, Pogo.”

"Diego took it too far again?" Y/N asks Pogo when she sees him following her brothers out of Five’s room.

"I am afraid so. Called Master Luther a Monster. Said some dreadful things."

“Do I need to babysit them?” 

“Probably,” he admits.

“I'll make sure they don't kill each other,” she sighs. "Apparently, the one thing they agree on is that I am fragile."

"You are injured, Miss Y/N."

"I will try not to undo your handy work. Luther can do the heavy lifting, and Diego never lets me do anything anyway. I'll behave." 

“Where’re you going?” She asks Luther as she sees him heading out.

He seems to weigh his options. “Looking for Five.”

“You know I can do that easier than anyone else here,” she states.

“Then come on,” he says.

“Good, because I was already going to follow you guys anyway.”

“Then why ask?” 

“Because it’s less rude, duh.” She shakes her head but smiles. “Lead the way, big guy.”

They meet up with Diego.

“This is it.” 

“He's still here.”

“This is Five's van.” 

She tries not to laugh as they both try to go through the van at the same time and get in each other’s way.

“You know it would go faster if you just let me-” she starts.

“No,” both her number one and number two brother say in unison. 

“But-”

“No!” they say again. 

She sulks or at least seems to, as she goes to the other side of the van and leans against it. She pulls the hood of her jacket up and checks to ensure they aren’t paying attention to her. They were too busy both trying to be in control of what was happening. She leans her forehead against the side of the van, so they are less likely to notice her eyes glowing. She sends out a few Wisps to search for her brothers. She finds it odd that she doesn’t find either Five or Klaus initially but doesn’t get to finish her search.

“Seriously?” Diego shakes her good arm, drawing her focus back to herself, and the glow leaves her irises. “We have a lead.”

“Where? I can check it-”

“No, you’re already pushing it as is.”

“I’m fine,” she tells him. 

“Are you?” Diego asks, skepticism clear in his tone.

She shakes her head and changes the topic. "Are we good or…"

He sighs but nods. "Stitches?" he nods at the arm, knowing there is a freshly wrapped wound under her jacket and bandages.

She considered lying. Pogo had helped her when things had calmed down. But if he found out she was lying, Diego would not be happy. “Just a couple,” she admits. “It mainly needed to be cleaned and covered. Stings a bit, but you know how it is. It’s not that bad."

"If you say so," he shrugs. He doesn’t believe her. But he has hope that she’d tell him if it was too much to handle on her own.

"Though Luther did come to check on me since he missed your whole blow-up, and Allison must have filled him in." She nods towards where their brute of a brother is just out of earshot. 

"You two having heart-to-hearts now?"

She laughed. "Maybe, any good I did, you probably undid. A monster? Really? I worked so hard to convince him he isn't a freak. You are lucky. You look like just a crazy dude with a knife kink.”

“Screw you,” he hisses, venom clear in his tone. 

She grins but continues to make her point. “You don't have to live with people constantly looking at you like a freak. If he is a monster, so is the Wisp. So am I. Because I make everyone uncomfortable. People avoid being anywhere near me. Luther and I are what Reginald Hargreeves made us into. We don't have the choice to not be anything else. So take your attitude and shove where the sun don’t shine, pendejo. This is why Pogo agreed you two needed a babysitter."

"We do not. And admit it, this is just how you are. You hover. Sometimes spy. It’s one of the many consistent things about you. That and you broadcast your emotions. Not always a bad thing. Always helpful to have a glaringly obvious tell so I know when I've pushed one too many buttons, but you'd be shit a poker. You couldn't bluff if you tried." 

"Gee, thanks for such a sweet compliment, brother of mine," She couldn't help but laugh. 

"It’s a positive in my book, never have to worry about you lying to me. You always give it to me straight. No bullshit. And you've never pulled your punches anyway. And that's something I've always admired."

"Aww, I kind of like this new Diego, or at least this new to me, still a bit grumpy, but adorable, Diego. Go on, tell me I'm pretty now or that-" He rolls his eyes at her comment but doesn't miss the way the glow of the Wisp warmed ever so slightly at his words. He'd take that for a win. They didn't have many of those these days. 

He shakes his head. "You had to ruin it, you couldn't just let me not be an asshole or a jerk like you always point out."

"I should get shot more often if it gets you guys to be nice," she says.

"Don't even joke," he glares at her. "That's not even remotely funny." 

"Awww, you do care," she grins and nudges his shoulder with her good one.

"Never said I didn't," he states.

"I know," she agrees. 

“We going or what?” Luther shouts at them. 

They follow the lead and end up at the library.

She resists the urge to roll her eyes as her brothers, who usually argue, both take up essentially mirroring stances to keep her shielded behind them. 

"Guys, it's just a library," she points out.

"The past few days, a donut shop, a department store, and our home have all been shot up," Diego states.

"And you got shot at one of those," Luther points out.

"Not taking any chances," Diego tells her. 

"Exactly," Luther agrees.

"I don't know if it is fascinating or infuriating that the two of you agree, and of course, it has to be about my safety," she grumbles. “Which isn’t even in jeopardy right now.”

“Yet,” Diego adds.

"Was bound to happen someday," Luther shrugs.

"Can I just-"

"How often do I have to say no?" Diego says. She looks at Luther, and he shakes his head. It isn't long before the two brothers start arguing. She doesn't stop them because it means they aren't focusing on her.

“You wanna know why I left?” Diego asks Luther. Y/N looked back and forth between her brothers. She remembers they had argued in Five's room. Pogo had stopped it. She figures this had been building all day and, despite being in public, it was probably best to just let them sort it out as she searched the building with her powers. If they got physical. She’d intervene as best she could, but the last thing she wanted to do was accidentally destroy or burn down a library. 

“What? What are you talking about?” Luther is unsure. 

“Why I left the Academy,” Diego clarifies.

“Yeah, ‘cause you couldn’t handle me being Number One,” Luther answers.

“No. Because that’s what you do when you’re 17,” Diego says like it is the most obvious thing in the world. And she thinks it might be for most people. Unfortunately, they aren’t most people. Diego continues, “You move out, become your own person, grow up.”

“Oh yeah. You’re a real grown-up,” Luther quips. 

Y/N snorts a laugh at that but covers it as a cough. 

“At least I make my own decisions.”

“You’ve never had to hold down a job, pay bills. Even Y/N does that, and she glows like a bug zapper.”

“Rude,” she grumbles but shuts up as soon as Diego makes his next point.

“You ever even been with a girl?” Diego asks Luther. “Look, you wanna blame me, blame us for leaving…that’s okay. But maybe you’re asking yourself the wrong question. Maybe it’s not about why we left. Maybe it’s about why you stayed.”

“I stayed because the world needed me,” Luther states.

“You stayed because you couldn’t let go of the way things used to be. The Academy. Dad. With Allison.”

She sighs as the orbs search. Ignoring the shocked looks the lights get from patrons. 

“Dad’s dead. Mom too, now. We’re orphans again, dude." Diego hasn't stopped. "And things are never gonna go back the way they used to be.”

“Do you ever stop talking?” Luther asks. 

She clears her throat. “You two done?” She glares at them as her eyes clear and her glow returns. “Two things, one, I found him. Two, for the record, I left because I refused to constantly spy on everyone after they left. You were right, Luther. It violated everyone’s privacy. I didn't like leaving, but I had to. I couldn’t do it anymore.” She walked off in the direction the orbs had found Five. Trusting them to follow. She ignores the people she knows are talking about them. She rounds the corner and gestures to where Five is passed out in a corner.

“Is he…um…” Luther starts.

“Drunk as a skunk,” Diego grins.

“And here I thought we agreed he wasn’t supposed to do stupid things without me,” she sighs as she gets closer to Five to check on him. “This at least seems more fun than being stuck with you two.”

“Rude. And you make that deal with everyone nowadays,” Diego points out.

“Yeah, well, it seemed necessary. We need to get him out of here because someone was going to call security when I was searching. So let's get going.” She starts to gather up the things around Five. Trusting Luther to do the heavy lifting.

She goes ahead of them and ends up apologizing to the staff. She even uses the dead parents card and assures them it won't happen again. They get away without having the cops called.

“Well, we can't go back to the house. It's not secure,” Luther explains when she catches up with them. “Those psychopaths could come back at any moment.”

“My place is closer,” Diego says. “No one will look for him there.”

Y/N winces as Five belches and holds his stuff tighter to her chest.

“If you vomit on me-” Luther starts to threaten. 

“You know what's funny?”

“What’s funny, Five?” she asks.

“Aah! I'm going through puberty." 

"Not sure funny is the right word," she considers as he continues.

“Twice. And I,” Five chuckles. “I drank that whole bottle, didn't I?” 

"Mhmm." She adds, keeping pace beside Luther.

“That's what you do when the world you love goes bye-bye.”

“Poof, it's gone.”

“I know you’ve been through more than any of us could imagine, but we need to talk to you about something. Something important,” she tries to lead the conversation to what they really need to talk about.”

Her more direct sibling adds, “Two masked intruders attacked the Academy last night. They came looking for you.”

“And they shot Y/N,” Diego, of course, bluntly states, causing her to cringe. “So I need you to focus. What do they want?”

“Hazel and Cha-Cha,” Five states.

“Who?” 

“You know, I hate code names.”

“Of course, I get shot by dumbasses with names like Hazel and Cha-Cha,” she mumbles.

“Ah, the best of the best. Except for me, of course.”

“I like to think you wouldn’t shoot me,” she adds.

“Focus, Luz,” Diego says. 

“The best of what?”

“You know, Delores always said she hated when I drink. You should've made me a Shirley - “Hey!” Diego really tries to get him to focus.

“Hm? Yeah?”

She rolls her eyes and uses the Wisp to try to get his attention. She’d learned a long time ago most inebriated individuals tend to love the lights and colors. Or she’d make him puke. That was also a possibility.   

“Five, hey, listen to me. I need you to focus, okay?” She says, a bit more gentle with her request than her brother.

“What do this Hazel and Cha-Cha want?” 

“We just wanna protect you,” Diego tells him.

“Protect me. I don't need your protection, Diego. Do you have any idea how many people I've killed?"

"No," Diego answers. 

"I'm the Four frickin' Horsemen," Five states. "The apocalypse is coming.”

She moves the Wisp away quickly as Five vomits. 

Luther puts a passed-out Five down on Diego’s bed. Diego sets the mannequin, Delores, as they had gleaned, down on a chair.

“Funny. If I didn’t know he was such a prick,” Diego says. “I’d say he looks almost adorable in his sleep.”

“Well, don’t worry. He’ll sober up eventually,” Luther states. “Be back to his normal, unpleasant self.” 

“Yeah, I can't wait that long,” Diego says. “I need to find out what his connection is with these lunatics before someone else dies.”

“All that stuff he was saying before,” he says. She looks up when she hears thumping overhead. “What do you think he meant by that?” Then they hear footsteps. Al opens the door.

Al says. “You throw another one of those goddamn knives at me. I'm pressin' charges.”

“What do you want, Al?” Diego asks.

“I ain't your secretary,” Al states.

“Yeah,” Diego acknowledges. 

“Some lady called for you, said she needs your help,” Al tells him.

“What lady?”

“I dunno.” Al says. “Some, uh, detective.”

Even Y/N is getting frustrated by now. 

“I think she said her name was, uh, Blotch or somethin',” Al adds.

“Patch? She needs my help.” Diego goes up to see the note Al had.

“She needs you to meet her at that motel, a dump on Calhoun.” 

Y/N is already moving towards the door, half a plan forming since she already has a location. 

“When?” Diego asks. 

“About half an hour ago,” Al continues. “Uh, said she found your brother.”

“Well, that didn't make sense.”

“Klaus,” the siblings all say. 

She sends the Wisp on ahead. 

“Go,” Luther starts.

“Already on it,” she says as she goes to follow Diego. She catches the door before it can slam shut.

“I’ll wait here with…” Luther continues more to himself than anyone else. “Him.” He pats Delores on the head.

The full form of the Wisp hovered over the horrific scene in the motel room. Detective Patch was on the floor in pool of her own blood. She was too still. Too far gone. The Wisp searches the room at near-light speed. Klaus was nowhere to be found. 

She shifted her focus to following Diego up to the room. 

“Diego, wait!” she starts, hoping to at least warn him about what he is about to see, but he ignores her and rushes into the room. He goes to try and help Patch, but she was already gone. He loses his composure and gets angry. 

“I’m sorry, Diego,” she says. To give him a moment to come to terms with Patch dying, she switches to the Wisp to check the area for Klaus. She doesn’t find him but finds that the police are well on their way.

“We have to go, Diego,” she says as she pulls some of herself back to her body, using the Wisp to monitor how close they are. “Cops will be here any minute.”

She isn’t sure he hears her as he looks around the room. Diego finds a receipt for the same donut shop that was attacked a few nights before.

“Diego,” she tugs his arm. He doesn’t fight her as she pulls him out the door. He lets her guide them out of there as the police get closer. He knows she can see more than he can as she uses the Wisp to find the best route. Once out of danger, she drops his arm and looks at him. He might not seem like it, but she knows he’s hurting. She knows his stoic demeanor is masking his grief and his anger.

“I’m not going to ask if you’re okay,” she starts.

“I’m fine,” he grits out.

“You’re not, but that’s understandable,” she corrects. She can tell he is gearing up for a fight by the way his shoulders tense. She sighs. If she tries to get him to talk, he’ll fight her. So she does the only thing she can think of that might help him. She hugs him. He freezes.

“I’m sorry we didn’t get there soon enough. I…I should have used the Wisp sooner. I could have bought her some extra time. I could have-”

“Don’t-” he hisses but doesn’t pull away. He actually accepts the hug. 

“Okay,” she relents. She doesn’t want to fight him, not after what he just went through. She stays there as long as he needs. “I’m sorry.”

#Will o the Wisp TUA Fic #the umbrella academy x reader #diego hargreeves x female!reader #diego hargreeves x y/n #diego hargreeves x reader #diego hargreeves x you #TUA Season 1 fic #tw: blood #tw: death #tw: canon character death #tw: violence #tw: anger #tw: sibling rivalry #tw: arguing #tw: fighting #tw: drinking #tw: drunk #tw: drunk behavior #tw: vomiting #tw: neglect #tw: injury #tw: stitches #tw: cussing #tw: swearing #tw: knives #tw: manipulation #tw: fear #tw: guilt #tw: murder

[foxtricksterwriting]

Writing Dump 2 and Incorrect Quotes

Pairing: None

Media: Interactive Fiction; Emberwood

Tags: @emberwood-if

Author's Note: Just a bunch of random things and conversations I think would happen in Dufner house. And some incorrect quotes. I'm sorry Perry, I've given you my most chaotic MC as a partner 😅

Cass Wants to Garden

“You think I can convince Andrei to get me a bunch of gardening supplies?” Cass asked suddenly. Fera looked up at him from her spot on the couch. “I don’t know, maybe?” She shrugged. “Why?” Alex asked groggily. “If I have to be stuck here, I’m going to do something I enjoy doing.” Cass grumbled, propping a leg up on the table. He stood abruptly. “Where’re you going?” Fera called after him. “To find Perry. I’ll ask him about it,” his voice echoed through the house as he marched away. “You think he’ll get anywhere?” Fera asked Alex. “Nope,” He said through a yawn.

~~~

Adonis: Here's a fun Christmas idea. We hang up mistletoe, but instead of kissing, you have to FIGHT whoever else is under it.

Perry: Adonis, no.

Alex/F: Mistlefoe

Perry: Please stop encouraging him.

~~~

F: What's a word thats a mix between 'sad' and 'mad'?

K: Disgruntled, miserable, desolated-

Baz: Smad :D

K: *shaking their head while questioning their life choices*

~~~

Alex, just waking up: What time is it?

Adonis: I don’t know; pass me that saxophone and we’ll find out

Adonis: *Plays sax loudly and extremely out of tune*

Dani: WHO THE FUCK IS PLAYING THE SAXOPHONE AT TWO IN THE MORNING

Adonis: It’s 2 am

~~~

Perry: Violence isn't the answer.

Adonis: You’re right.

Perry: *sighs in relief*

Adonis: Violence is the question.

Perry: What?

Adonis, bolting away: And the answer is YES!!

Perry, running after them: NO-

#Fox's writing on the wall #Emberwood #Cass Darcy #Writing dump #Fera/Finn #Alex #Kade/Kiera #Perry #Incorrect quotes #Baz Cheshire #Dani

[honeycombstrawberry]

hi hi #17 and #3 for adrian chase please! :))

take of my seeds

pairing: adrian chase x reader (gn pronouns)

rating: gen

word count: 935

prompts: #17: “I want to kiss you.” and #3: “I’ll always be by your side.”

one-sentence synopsis: you say something at the farmers market you maybe shouldn't-- before adrian shows you why you really, really should've.

author's note: i'm so glad i'm getting through these prompt requests because oh my god there are some VERY CUTE COMBINATIONS in here!!! thank you so much for this!!!!

read on ao3!

Adrian studies a pomegranate with way too much intensity for one man.

“This is too ripe,” he decides, and replaces it amongst its brothers. You’re not entirely sure how he can tell, but he picks up another without hesitating, examining that one, too. “So’s this one. It’ll be ready too soon, nobody’s gonna eat them in time.”

“Emilia might,” you point out. He scoffs.

“She says she will,” he disagrees. “She prefers those fucking little cracker things, she’s just embarrassed to say it. She’ll eat those first and these’ll go back in no time.”

He leans in towards the back of the selection at the stand at the farmers market, stretching to reach a pomegranate at the very back. As long as the team’s stuck in this little town on a mission, the two of you are responsible for getting food on the table three times a day. At least you’re not on laundry duty like Chris is.

And at least Adrian is assigned to help cook with you. You wouldn’t mind any of the assigned roles at the safe house— including laundry duty— if Adrian was there with you the entire time.

You watch absently as Adrian examines the pomegranate intently. You have no fucking clue what he’s looking for, or if he even has any idea what he’s looking for. It’s impossibly endearing to witness, this single-minded focus on his task. After a moment, he laughs, then turns to you, holding it up.

“Knock, knock,” he says.

Grinning, you ask, “Who’s there?”

“Pomegranate.”

“Pomegranate wh—”

“No, wait, I fucked it up, go back,” Adrian interrupts you. You laugh.

“That’s not how it works,” you tell him. “You don’t get to go back.”

Sighing, Adrian laments, “You’re no fun,” but he can’t stop smiling, tossing the pomegranate from one hand to the other behind his back, letting it land in his palm with a soft smack. He tries to roll it up his fingers, but he fumbles it and nearly drops it, tripping to the side in his stumbling haste to stop the pomegranates from falling to the ground.

It’s absurd. Everything about him is absurd, most of the time; you’re overwhelmed by how much you love that about him.

You’re overwhelmed by how much you love him, actually. It started out as just a crush, but it’s been getting more— intense, for lack of a better word. You’ve known each other for a few months, now— since you, Emilia, and John were assigned to work with Peacemaker, and eventually became part of the 11th Street Kids— but you think you’ve sincerely fallen in love with Adrian in that time.

Watching him now, laughing as he tries and actually succeeds at juggling two pomegranates, then three, before he nearly lets one fall and the lady running the stand yells at him, you’re just— overwhelmed overall, frankly. You want, more than anything, to kiss him.

Staring at his face, it’s all you can think, over and over. I want to kiss you, I want to kiss you, I want—

“What?” Adrian asks.

“What?” you ask back, caught off-guard. You meet his eyes, and you’re surprised to find his face going pink. “What’s wrong?”

“You— Did you just say you want to kiss me?” Adrian asks.

Your blood runs cold. You can feel your face blanch, all the color draining from it as you say, “Oh, no, I— No, I just— I didn’t—”

“No, I heard you,” Adrian argues. “You were muttering like a weirdo, but I heard you, what’re you— No, wait, what’re you doing? Where’re you going?”

“I’m so sorry,” you tell him in a panicked rush, turning to flee. You’re mortified, and even moreso because you’re running away, but you can’t help it. You can’t stand to look him in the eye right now and be this fucking embarrassed.

You slip away, darting between streams of people to vanish into the crowd. There’s so many people filtering through the farmers market that you’re sure you’ve lost him in seconds, but then there’s a hand around your wrist, jerking you to a stop. Your head snaps around, eyes flying up to meet Adrian’s, and he looks—

—terrified, actually. Maybe even more afraid than you are.

“Where the fuck are you going?” Adrian demands. “I want— I want to kiss you, too. And I would’ve told you that, like, a long fucking time ago if I thought you actually wanted to— You want to kiss me? Like, what is—”

You can barely process what he’s saying, but you can understand one thing: Adrian saying, ‘I want to kiss you, too.’

You cut him off by surging in, tugging him in for a rough kiss. You miss the center, at first, and kiss the corner of his mouth before you tilt your head and drag him in. It’s then that he responds, hands snapping out to tug your hips in before soaring up to grasp either side of your head, smiling into the kiss.

When you separate, you tell him, “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have— I shouldn’t have done that, you didn’t have to come after me like that, that was so—”

“Hey, whoa,” Adrian cuts you off. “None of that, man, c’mon. You know I’ll always be by your side.”

He tugs you in again, knocks his forehead into yours before dragging down into another kiss, unable to stop grinning as he does it, people jostling you and demanding you get out of the goddamn way as you cling to him and share your fifth— sixth— seventh kisses in the middle of the farmers market.

-

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[social-mockingbird]

all american scoundrel

(eleventh doctor x reader)

I could not, for the life of me, come up with a good title for this bad boy. I was watching A Town Called Mercy and I know the scene where Matt whips out his trusty-dusty American accent lasts for literally, like, five seconds, but it was BEAUTIFUL. enjoy this random little established-relationship fic with lots of accent swooning because I’m a hot mess. 

author’s rec: whatever song steams your rice

____________

“Wait, hang on. Why are we in a bar, and why are you dressed like that?” Rory gestures to your Wild West barmaid getup, complete with lipstick and bustle.

“It’s a convention,” Amy explains, tugging her husband out of the TARDIS. “Y/N and the Doctor got spots working the bar so we could have a day out together.”

“I didn’t know you wanted to go to a Wild West convention. And won’t it be hot? I’m not really dressed for this. And it’s 4:30 in the morning!”

“Ah, come on, it’ll be fun! You two can have a date and the Doctor and I can scratch that cosplaying bug.” You straighten the brooch at your neck and flash Rory a dazzling smile. “Please?”

He sighs. “Okay, fine. As long as I don’t have to wear a ten-gallon hat.”

Amy does a little cheer and leans on the bar. “Okay, then, Y/N, let’s see your best barmaid.” She lowers her sculpted eyebrows, bares her teeth, and pulls out a guttural Southern accent. “What’s a pretty girl like you doin’ workin’ such a rough job? Shouldn’t you leave such things to the menfolk?”

“You know what, babe, got a death wish?” You splay your fingers on the bar and tilt your head. “Because you sound like you’re askin’ for a bullet.”

“Ooh, good. Except I don’t know that “babe” is a word they use in Westerns,” Amy says, Scottish once again.

“Um, who’s the American here?”

“Says the girl who turns into a passable Brit when she’s excited,” Amy mumbles.

“Hey, don’t question my loyalty to the good old Stars and Stripes.”

“I think it’s good.”

You smile blithely at Rory. “Thanks, partner.”

“All right, how do I look?”

The Doctor comes striding in, thumbs hooked into his belt loops, sporting an ornate belt, a toy gun and a Stetson. The smile on his face is more cocky than ten gunslingers.

You let him catch you staring and gesture to his shoes. “Where’re your spurs?”

“They didn’t fit. The boots are cool, though.”

He comes up to the bar, putting an elbow down and leaning in. His smirk intensifies.

“Got any drink for this thirsty traveler?”

Wow.

“I think I can rustle something up,” you drawl, turning your back so the Doctor can’t see the look that’s come over your face.

His American accent is something.

Rory glances at his watch. “Okay, so, how long is this supposed to take?”

“It’s a five-hour shift. The saloon opens at five and closes at noon for the reenactment. You and Amy can wander around and meet us back here later.”

“I still don’t know why people get up so early for things like this.”

Amy grabs Rory’s hand, pulling him towards the door. “Don’t be such a spoilsport. Come on, we can watch them set up.”

The door creaks almost as loudly as the floorboards when they leave. The Doctor’s face splits into a wide grin.

“Now, don’t you just look like a dime novel cover,” he praises, taking in your outfit with appreciative eyes. “Will I be fighting off scoundrels all morning?”

“With that cap gun? Not a chance.” You tug at your sleeves. “Your accent is great. Where’d you learn to do that?”

“Ronald Reagan.”

“Really.”

“Okay, fine. Richard Nixon.”

You grant him a derisive snort of laughter.  “That explains why you sound like a scoundrel. Should I be fighting you off?”

“I’d prefer it if you didn’t, doll, seeing as we’re going to be working together,” he says breezily, grabbing a rag and running it over the wooden tables. “Besides, doesn’t every good saloon need a scoundrel?”

“Good point,” you concede. He’s slipped back into the American accent already, mumbling to himself as he arranges chairs and narrowly avoids breaking several glass cases with his elbows. Even with the clumsiness and the ever-present bow tie, he still struck an impressive, roguish figure.

Yeah, this had been a good idea.

***

After four hours and two bar fights, you were wound up and exhausted all at once. The morning had, even with the insanity, been a blast. Quite a few of the patrons were just sightseers, like Amy and Rory, but many were hardcore cosplayers, staying perfectly in character as they ordered and gossiped. One woman had done such a convincing rendition of death by cholera that you’d nearly called an ambulance until she popped up and accepted the applause with a curtsy.

And then there was the Doctor, adding flair to the entire saloon with his wild tales and eccentric outlaw persona. He’d done it all, even letting a few “lawmen” throw him out for a flawless drunken act he’d put on for an hour or so.  

You’d been unable to take your eyes off him, but, with a smile, you’d waved him off every time he tried to pull you into the act. The dark, confident look in his eyes haunted you. Who knew what sort of romantic shenanigans he was going to rope you into acting out? That accent and the outfit were enough to drive you bonkers. You wouldn’t be able to control yourself if he faked a kiss or started some intense flirting.

“Hey, doll, got a whiskey for an old man?”

Speak of the devil.

You raise your eyes and meet the Doctor’s, playfully glaring when he tips his hat and smirks.

“Look, sugar, you gotta wait in line just like everyone else. No special favors.”

“Aw, not even for me? Come on, doll. I thought we were friends.”

You pointedly turn your back on him, taking another patron’s order. When you finish with that, you turn back to see an empty spot where the Doctor had been standing.

Warm hands slide over your shoulders and spin you around. You nearly knock foreheads with the Doctor, locked in place by his kaleidoscope eyes. His voice is back to normal, but lowered so no one heard.

“Y/N, why are you ignoring me?”

When had he hopped the bar?

“I’m not,” you manage, taking a half-step back so his lips weren’t so close.

“Just staying in character.” With more effort than should be required, mister.

“Ah, got it,” he nods. “Barmaids always ignore their hottest patrons. Understood.”

“Wow, when did you earn that title?”

“When my fake accent started to get to you,” he says, smoothly, slipping back into gravelly American tones with ease. “There, look at that, I can feel how tense you are. Your entire body just locked up. And look at those dilated pupils. Wow. You’re bothered, aren’t you?”

“You just love getting under my skin, don’t you?” Your fingers curl around the lapels of his jacket, unable to help yourself.

“Yeah,” he growls, mouth a fraction away from yours.

“Hey! Barkeep! Another round of gin!”

Groaning, you break away from the Doctor, flicking the brim of his hat.

“Another time, scoundrel,” you whisper, loving the disgruntled look on his face.

“We’ve only got an hour left,” you hear him murmur in your ear as you pour the gin. “Then I’ve got you all to myself.”

“Can’t wait,” you grin, and sashay out from behind the bar, putting a little extra swing in your hips with glee.

And if you had to endure teasing from Amy after she found the two of you kissing behind the bar during the reenactment, well...it was totally worth it.  

#vera writes things #eleventh doctor x reader #fanfiction #11th doctor #vera worries this fic is a little spicier than she intended #but writing it was SO FUN #and i wish i had a better title #but i couldn't just name it stetsons are cool #that's cliche #doctor who #self-insert #matt smith #y/n #11th doctor x reader

[ragingbookdragon]

The Brother's Keeper

A Dick Grayson and Batsis One-Shot

Word Count: 2.7K Warnings: Explicit Language, Angst, References to Past Abuse

Author's Note: Another story edited and re-posted! Enjoy! -Thorne

Despite having not lived at the manor for almost a decade, she still knew every hallway and room like the back of her hand, every sound was a familiar net of reassurance she could count on. The hum of the hidden wall closing behind her, the creaking of the third step from the top that they always avoided, the clicking the bats above made. She descended the steps into the cave, balancing the heavy manila files in one hand, the other holding two protein shakes, knowing her father probably hadn’t consumed nutrition in at least a few hours since he called her.

Her eyes fell on him where he sat at the Batcomputer; he’d changed out of his suit and was in a pair of joggers and a long sleeve shirt. She walked over, setting the files down beside the keyboard. “Here’s the files you asked about, dad. I alphabetized them too…and color tabbed ‘em but that’s not important.”

He glanced at her with a warm smile before nodding and turning back to the screen. “Thank you, sweetheart. I appreciate you doing so.”

She leaned an arm on the back of the chair, propping her chin on his shoulder as she stared at the screen. “New antidote for Scarecrow’s toxin?”

“He’s synthesized a new formula, so I need to make a new antidote in case anyone gets gassed,” he replied, tapping at the screen until the numbers were apparently in approval with whatever he was thinking about—who knew.

She hummed, taking note of the lack of noise. “Where’re the chuckle-heads?”

He chuckled and tipped his head towards the locker room. “They put their suits away and went to change.” She nodded again and patted his shoulder before walking off in the direction of the room.

When she got there, she didn’t see them, but she could hear them harking on one another in the locker room, and she moved in that direction. She stepped into the room and took in the image of the four of her brothers standing in front of the mirrors in their underwear, pointing at each other like they were shocked to see the other.

“Do I even want to know?” she asked, unblinkingly.

Their heads shot up and they saw her; Dick greeted, “(Y/N)! What are you doing here? You usually don’t come to the manor.”

(Y/N) shrugged and stepped inside, taking a seat on one of the cool metal benches. “Dad needed some files over a few previous encounters I’ve had with galactic enemies. And me being here brings me back to my original question.” She gestured to them with a wave of a hand, brows furrowed in confusion. “Why are you guys in your tighty-whities?”

They snorted, and Jason turned around. “We’re comparing scars.”

(Y/N) let out a ‘pfft’. “Of course, you are.” She paused for a second and observed them. “Who’s got the gnarliest one?” Immediately, they pointed at Damian who simply motioned to his chest, and she looked at the faded scar that rested over his heart.

A frown instantly drew her lips, and Damian, being ever so vigilant, caught it and shook his head. “It wasn’t your fault, sister. You tried to save me.”

She met his eyes and murmured, “I didn’t try hard enough.” She glanced at Jason, seeing the scars line his chest, her voice just as soft. “For either of you.”

Jason’s lips pulled downwards, and he walked over, sitting on the bench beside her. “The fact that you tried is good enough for us, Queenie.” He reached out, patting her head.

She sighed and shook it off, giving them a smile before she turned to Tim. “Any on you Nerd-bird?”

He grinned and turned around, running his hand along a scar that rested along the left side of his ribs. “When I fought Ra’s, he got me right here.”

(Y/N) looked at it, then leaned back, a curious look in her eye. “Other than dad, aren’t you the only person he’s called ‘detective’?” Tim gave her a firm nod and she pulled a grin, nodding at him. “Look at the Nerd-bird kicking all our asses in the game. I’m proud of you.” He gave her a sheepish smile and she turned to Dick. “We’ve all had brushes with death, but I don’t think you have a lot of noticeable ones. Which is surprising because out of all of us, you’re the most reckless.”

The others laughed while Dick glared at her, then he shrugged and showed his back, and they saw faint white lines that resembled lightning strikes. “When Wally came back out of the speed force, he accidentally shocked me. Of course, it wasn’t enough to damage me severely, but it’s here.”

They looked at him once more, then Tim tipped his head to the side. “What about you, sis? You’ve been doing this longer than we have. Do you have any good ones?” (Y/N) looked at him before pulling off her jacket and pulling off the tank top she had on. She stood up, walking to the mirror and staring into it.

She pointed to one that lined across her left breast. “Even covered by my bra, you can see how badly this one was.” She paused running a hand down it, gaze far. “When Jason died, I got into it with Joker some time after.” (Y/N)’s eyes drifted to Jason’s, who’s were wide with shock. “I beat him worse than dad did, but he left me with this one before I did.”

“I…didn’t know you did that, Queenie.”

“Of course not Jason. I didn’t tell you.” (Y/N) pointed to a patch that rested on her right hip. “Took a bullet for Tim a few years ago.”

“That was when Deadshot was running around, right?”

She nodded, answering his question. “Mhm. They say he never misses. But that day, he did.” Her hand moved and she touched a curved scar that ran down her neck. “After you died, Damian, I found Talia and we had it out.”

“What happened?” he questioned curiously.

(Y/N) met his eyes in the mirror and frowned. “She and I gave each other a fair share of wounds…but I think the ones I gave her hurt more than the ones she gave me.”

“And those were?”

(Y/N) looked back at her reflection and stared at herself. “The infuriated words of a grieving sister.”

Silence enveloped the room and after a few moments, Dick pointed to a particular scar on her back that ran down the length of it. “How in the world did you get that one?”

She looked over her shoulder and reached behind her, fingers brushing over the raised, jagged skin that had sealed unevenly. “On my back?”

Dick snorted and nodded. “The only one on your back sis.”

She went silent for a moment then she admitted, “…Tarantula gave it to me a few years ago.”

No one noticed the way Dick froze for a split second at her admittance, and Jason asked, “Why did you and Tarantula get into it?”

Her eyes met Dick’s for a flash before she looked at Jason. “She killed an informant of mine and I got even with her.”

“Looks like she rocked your shit, Queenie.”

The others laughed, save for her and Dick, then (Y/N) muttered darkly, “I beat Catalina Flores within an inch of her life that night.” Her statement brought their laughter to a grinding halt, and she continued. “Hell, I almost killed her. But I didn’t.”

Damian crossed his arms, raising an eyebrow. “And why not? It would not be the first time you’ve killed someone.”

(Y/N) rolled her shoulders and moved back to her clothes, pulling on the tank top and jacket before turning to him. “Because then she would’ve gotten of scot free, and she wouldn’t have to live knowing what she’s done.”

Jason’s eyebrows furrowed and he followed Damian, crossing his arms and leaning against the lockers. “Not to be nosey, but the way you’re talking about her almost seems like you’ve got a vendetta against her. And I mean like, me to Bruce vendetta.”

(Y/N) met his gaze before reaching down and tossing his muscle tank to him, then passing the others their shirts. “The informant she killed was a good friend of mine. There was…a lot of fury.” She paused, meeting Dick’s gaze once more. “There still is.”

The others simply stared at her before pulling on their shirts, and she looked at them. “I’m gonna get dad to go out and eat somewhere with me. You guys go on out and start working on him, would you?” The three nodded and started towards the door, (Y/N) following.

She was almost out of the door when Dick’s voice reached her quietly. “…(Y/N)?” She paused, turning around, and looking at Dick, who wore an unreadable expression; he glanced up at her, his eyes searching as he inquired, “Was there another reason that you two fought?”

“Me and Catalina?” He nodded and she shrugged. “There might’ve been. But the immediate fight was about my informant.”

Dick stared at her for a few moments before whispering, “…You didn’t start your informant network until I donned Batman.”

(Y/N) tipped her head back and leaned against the door frame, eyes narrowed as she mentally picked his words apart as only an older sister could. “What are you getting at, kid brother?”

He fell silent all at once, but when he finally found it in himself to bring his eyes to hers, she saw such pain in them. “Did you fight her…because of me?”

“No,” she immediately replied, firmly and confidently.

Dick’s eyes widened momentarily, but he looked down and nodded. “I see.”

She kept staring at him, then cleared her throat and turned, grabbing the doorknob. She pulled the door open and stopped, murmuring, “Dick.” He glanced up at her, but she faced forward and said, “I don’t know what happened to you in Blüdhaven all those years ago, and frankly, it’s none of my business.”

Dick’s heart sunk at her words, but then she looked over her shoulder, a solemn tone matching her stance and gaze as she affirmed, “But I am your sister…and I run the best damn informant network this side of the galaxy.” She paused, her words taking on an underlying tone. “There isn’t anything that happens in Gotham and our sister city that I don’t know about.”

Something passed between their eyes and she declared, “I am the family keeper. And I will always be the safety net that catches everyone when they’re in their darkest hours. When there’s something you can’t handle, I will for you.”

Her words made his eyes shine with unshed tears and she gave him a faint smile and a wink before she stepped out of the locker room, leaving him sitting alone, his thoughts drifting back to the rooftop in Blüdhaven.

***

She walked across the floor of the cave to see her father standing there, Jason and Tim hanging off his arms and Damian around his neck; he wore the expression of a tired dad and she couldn’t help but laugh at him. “Having fun, dad?”

He shifted slowly as to not knock one of her brothers off and glared at her. “This is your fault.”

“Guilty as charged father dearest! But it’s food time! Let’s get street tacos.”

Jason grunted at her and shook his head. “No, let’s get gyros!”

“Gyros are disgusting, Jason.”

His features contorted in something only described as an insulted disbelief and he declared, “Just because you don’t like limes and lemons, does not mean gyros are gross, (Y/N).”

“We’re not getting gyros, Jason,” she shot back.

“What about Chinese food?”

(Y/N) looked at Damian and nodded. “I’m down for tacos or Chinese.”

“Can we stop and get some shawarma?”

“Tim, which part of tacos or Chinese sounded like shawarma to you? It’s one or the other. Take your pick.”

“But last night was pizza night! And if I eat Chinese or tacos, I’m going to eat more carbs than I need!”

“You do need more carbs, twig-boy.”

“That was mean, sis.”

“Truthful. I mean how have you not been snapped in half yet? You look like a toothpick.”

The others laughed at her comments, and Bruce looked at her. “Where’s Dick?”

(Y/N) tipped her head back to the lockers. “Still changing.” She motioned to the stairs. “You guys go ahead. I’ll wait on Dickie.” They nodded, and she watched her father trudge past with her three brothers hanging off him.

A smile crossed her lips and a few minutes later, she heard footsteps behind her. “Where’d everybody go?”

She turned around and nodded to the stairs. “Told them to go ahead and get ready.” (Y/N) had barely made it up the first ten steps when she felt Dick stop beside her, and she glanced back at him. “Dick? You good?”

He gazed up at her. “Thank you, (Y/N).”

She gave him a knowing look and said, “I didn’t do anything, Dick.”

“You did.”

“Agree to disagree.” They stared at each other for a second then she tipped her head to the stairs. “Let’s go get some food, kid brother.”

He nodded and started climbing the steps beside her. “I don’t tell you enough, sis…but I love you.”

(Y/N) rolled her eyes and mumbled, “God, you are so sentimental.”

“It’s one of my perks.”

“More like a curse…but yeah…it is.” She paused and he stopped beside her, and she reached over, wrapping her arms around his waist. “I love you too, little brother.” His arms wound around her, and they shared a moment before she patted his back. “Alright. Let go. I’m done being overly affectionate.”

He laughed, letting her go and she walked up ahead of him. He kept his eyes trained to her back, and he remembered something she once told him.

The two of them walked silently down the twisting and turning garden path, following the little white concrete plates that made the trail. Dick looked up from his hands, calling out to the older girl in front of him. “(Y/N)?”

She hummed in response but didn’t look at him. “What is it, Dickie?”

“Why won’t you let me walk beside you?”

(Y/N) glanced over her shoulder. “Because I’m protecting you.”

His head tipped to the side and he stopped walking. “But were at the manor?”

“And something could always happen. I’m in the front, so that if something comes, I can protect you while you run.” She turned around and looked at him. “One day you’ll be old enough to walk beside me instead of behind me.”

Dick’s eyes widened and he jumped excitedly. “When! When do I get to walk beside you instead of behind!”

(Y/N) giggled at her little brother and reached out, holding his shoulders to stop him from jumping up and down. “When you don’t need me to protect you anymore…you can walk beside me.”

“When will that be?”

(Y/N) pulled her hands away and spun back around, continuing her walk. “When it happens…you’ll know.” It was all the answer she gave the young boy, but he continued following her, still behind.

Dick blinked, the memory flashing away as fast as it had come, and he saw her back once more; he called out to her. “When do I get to walk beside you instead of behind?”

(Y/N) halted, mid-step and she glanced over her shoulder, a faint smile playing her lips as she replied, “When you don’t need me to protect you anymore, you can walk beside me.”

“And when will that be?”

She huffed a laugh chuckled at him before she turned back around, though she paused just as she was about to cross the threshold and peered back at him. “Don’t you already know the answer to that?”

“I’m not sure I’ll ever know the answer to that one, sis.”

(Y/N) shrugged and turned back around, declaring, “Then I guess you still need me to protect you.”

Dick watched her disappear into the manor, listening as she got into the argument that her brothers were bickering about with each other, and he smiled faintly. “Yeah…I guess I still do.”

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