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powderrblue · 5 days ago

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i missed writing about hadlee heart hands emoji. ghost showfall employees woo

edit i was gonna write more of this but again. it probably wont ever happen this is so old

Hadlee threw her raincoat around her shoulders, fingers combing her long black hair out of the way.

"Honey, it's pouring outside, you'll catch your death," Beau tried once more.

"It's okay, I promise," Hadlee said as calmly as she could manage for the tears that threatened to choke her. "I'll be back and dry before you know it."

Beau's gaze didn't let up.

"Alright," she verbally relented after a few more seconds. Her arms were outstretched for a hug before Hadlee had a chance to look away.

"I don't- I don't need-"

Beau held her arms out still. "I'm the one who's asking."

Hadlee moved close. The older woman's arms were as grounding as ever as they wrapped around Hadlee.

No comment was made as Hadlee struggled to keep her breathing even. Still nothing when she hugged Beau as tightly as her shaking limbs let her.

"I'm sorry," was all Hadlee whispered.

"You did good, baby," Beau said in reply, shaking her head. "Don't be sorry."

"I shoulda listened-"

"There's nothing we could've done. For any of them."

Hadlee hugged Beau tighter. She knew full well the older woman was only talking about this for Hadlee's sake. She also knew Beau wouldn't drop it until she was satisfied with Hadlee's ability to talk herself out of the hole she was digging for herself.

That time was far from coming today.

"Can we stay home just for tonight?" Beau asked.

Hadlee shook her head.

One last resigned sigh from Beau marked the end of her attempt to steer Hadlee back to the house. "Alright. Don't be out too late. Call me if you need me. You know the drill."

The black-haired girl released herself from the hug with an affirmative nod.

Hadlee picked up the keys to her car, starting it and spending a few moments flipping through radio channels before turning it off entirely.

It had been a little over a year and a half since Showfall had been shut down. The mall was always silent now, like it had been before. The government had put in cameras once to make it look like something was being done to prevent Showfall's return.

Hadlee knew they wouldn't come back anyway. Once a location showed any signs of being found, they'd move on without leaving a trace.

The mall itself didn't take much of a drive to get to from Beau's house. Hadlee had only hesitated to go before due to the realization that Beau probably wouldn't view visiting it as a healthy coping mechanism.

Sometimes it still felt like yesterday when she'd sat on the curb, Paislie beside her, Randy and Henrik standing behind her, chaos surrounding her, all of them disoriented and unsure whether they were sharing a dream or worse.

Hadlee and Paislie had done nothing but sign to each other for days afterward.

The actors, Randy's quote unquote family, Paislie, and Hadlee herself were all separated multiple times in attempts to find a combination that would allow for a more permanent housing situation without anyone panicking after two minutes of being separated from each other. Between the constant questioning and legal settlements, it had been a long time in coming.

In the house Hadlee was at long last settled in, death seemed to come in waves. Henrik had been the first, then Paislie not long afterwards. Hardly five months later Maria was next, Randy following her the next morning.

Needless to say, the house got to feeling a lot bigger very quickly.

Ava had asked Hadlee if she was leaving too not long after everything had happened.

Hadlee hadn't answered.

The newly turned twenty-year-old refocused her eyes, waiting for that train of thought to leave, only to find herself standing at the door to the mall.

The cameras there had already gotten hit by rocks, probably because of some kids wanting to go in and see what they could find in that hellhole.

It was cold when Hadlee walked in. The mall usually wasn't warm anyway, even back when it was Showfall.

The sets from the most recent show were strewn around the lobby, signs of a struggle long since forgotten more than obvious.

The makeshift cabin's walls were torn, chipped, and otherwise mangled down to splintered wood. Blood was smeared across the floor.

Someone should've cleaned it, her subconscious whispered. No, she didn't work here anymore, everyone was gone. Things were different. For better or worse.

Hadlee couldn't help but wonder what would happen if she could do it all again. Maybe she could've saved more of them, maybe she could've stopped them from-

Wherever the rest of that probably-not-healthy thought process was going was put to a stop by a chill down Hadlee's back and the sudden feeling of being watched.

She shuddered at the cold, glancing around as quickly as she could without passing out. She only spared a second for a fleeting thought of her thicker jacket at home- or Beau's house, rather.

"Is someone there?"

Hadlee grit her teeth. She still sounded so scared and she hated it.

What felt like the pressure of a freezing hand left a shivery feeling right above her right elbow.

Hadlee frowned. The feeling of being watched was less intense now. Or maybe more? Something about it felt familiar.

She shook her head. Nothing she was thinking made any sense.

"Pey?" she finally called, giving up on trying to think of anything that would give her a more normal explanation.

Hadlee felt another not-really-a-touch against her arm.

Casting another look around the little bit of the mall that was visible, she sighed and let herself fall to her knees on the floor.

She shouldn't have left the house, she should've known something would happen. Probably none of this was real.

Hot tears streaked down Hadlee's face as the chill settled over her shoulders this time in what felt like a hug.

A whispered plea for it to stop was all she could muster.

The touch didn't go away.

Hadlee hadn't really wanted it to.

"Don't do this, just come back," Hadlee told the disembodied pressure against her shoulders.

She registered a light touch above her left elbow.

"I didn't know what to do," she told maybe-Paislie. "You warned me about Maria and I didn't see it in time, why couldn't you stay and do it?"

No answer.

Hadlee swiped at her tears to try to see, but to no avail.

The touch moved to Hadlee's face.

Rain continued to fall outside, barely audible from inside the mall.

"I need you," Hadlee said. She didn't know what this was even accomplishing anymore. "Everyone's leaving and I can't do anything to stop it, I don't know what to do!"

Another presence settled behind Hadlee, but she ignored it in favor of trying to wipe her tears away again.

"Why did you leave me?!" Hadlee screamed at long last, wishing she had any control over the cold beginning to spread numbness around where it had come to rest.

Hadlee flinched at another touch on her already shivery back.

The presence that was probably Paislie signed an 'r' against Hadlee's arm.

So it really was Paislie. And Randy, Hadlee could guess without much doubt.

Hadlee felt tears continue flowing down her cheeks as she vaguely wondered whether she would be able to convince anyone this was real.

#tw everything always and forever #my made up timeline save me #i might delete this later question mark

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sofwrites · 2 years ago

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Oh my god, I am so blown away that you answered my Qs about Welcome to the Digital Age, Babe so beautifully. It is seriously one of the works I reread every few months because of all the feels. And I love that because it’s a text message tale, we only get some of their relationship. It makes me so curious about what’s happening when Colin and Pen actually spend time together.

I love the context you have with all your answers. I can completely see Colin panicking that Pen told Eloise about what he said - not just because he doesn’t want to get whatever is coming to him from Eloise but because he feels really terrible about what happened and doesn’t like to be reminded of it. And I see Pen panicking post-kiss and Colin wanting to just be close to her without really thinking about the long term implications.

About Colin calling someone by a different name in bed, I totally agree that he stopped sleeping around after he caught feelings (and also partially why he’s so thrilled when he’s messaging Michael after he and Pen finally get together - boy is finally getting some). Also it’s the pandemic, and given all his precautions, I don’t see him going out for random hook ups. I like to think that maybe this was a pre-Italy hook up and he did still call someone by Pen’s name, which totally surprised him and also put some thoughts in his head when they were in Italy.

And I just love all the ways Felicity/the Bridgertons could have found out. I didn’t even consider the Michael way and I love that if there’s one thing that gets Fran to reveal she’s with Michael is when he has info about Colin and Pen. Personally, I think it may be a Felicity and Hyacinth thing when they’re both being a little stalker-ish and stumble upon on overnight date.

Okay, last Q for now. When Colin asks Pen to come over and they finally talk, I have been dying to know what happens. I love the time stamps because I think - okay, so Colin told Pen to come over around 8:15, she said she would be there in 15, let’s say 8:30 she’s prompt and scared, upstairs and awkward small talk down by 8:45, what are they talking about for two hours???

Sorry, this may have revealed too much about how much I fangirl about your work but you really are one of my favorite writers. I just think you get them so well and you’re so beautifully descriptive. I completely treat your scene when Colin tells the mamas that the wedding is being moved up as canon. I’m so excited to see what you come up next and really grateful you feed us so well!

Dude, I'm blown away that you took the time out to ask me questions! I don't think I can really express how honored I am by your messages and the fact that you love Digital Age.

I am such a visible person in terms of my writing - I'm the one who's making all the faces and mannerisms while I write it into the characters. Even in digital age, where we clearly don't see any physical stuff, it's really fun to get to explain what I'd imagined! And about how Colin and Pen are when they actually spend time together... I always think of the book scene where he's holding her hand for 5 minutes the night before the church/carriage/proposal scene, and how they're so obvious without even realizing it!! They're definitely like that in my opinion.

njskfansdjkfn "boy is finally getting some" so true and honestly good for them!! I really love that idea for pre-Italy 🥺 it's finally in his head and he's trying to deny it, but it's there!!

Felicity and Hyacinth are absolutely the leaders of #PolinWatch so I absolutely see them using their stalker skills to know.

Oof, okay. What do they do for 2 hours?

You're right that they get past the small talk pretty quickly, because Colin's ready to really get down into it. He wants to know what happened after Italy and why she shut him down. She beats around the bush for a while, there's some silence, and then they start arguing. They can't agree on Italy or their feelings, whether it was real or just the heat. Penelope insists that what they had was a fleeting moment - Colin says that's bullshit. He tells her that he's never felt that way - she asks how he can be sure. She asks him why now, why his feelings have changed after more than a decade. He demands to know why she refuses to give this a chance.

She says she can't "just give it a chance" because with him, it would have to be all or nothing. Because he could break her to the point of no repair if they can't give it their all. Their friendship is too great to risk over something casual, which they both agree on. Colin tells her that she really is his best friend.

Things start to calm down, and they're less heated. Colin offers to make some food and he stands by the stove cooking pasta as Penelope sits at the kitchen table. They talk about their writing, to distract themselves a bit. He asks her the questions he hadn't gotten the chance to ask before: how she'd done her column for so long in secret, how it felt. She asks him how he feels about his own writing, and if he's going to look into publishing it. They say how proud they are of each other.

And then there's a pause, and he's making the sauce while she's staring at the floor. They're wondering how it would really work. She asks whether he's willing to be in town more often - when the pandemic starts clearing - and whether he actually would. He asks if she'd be willing to leave more often, travel, and write a bit there.

It's a standstill. Are they really willing to take the leap? Then the food's done and Colin sets it on the table and looks at her, hard. Neither of them says anything.

And then, just as the tension's gotten to the point where it feels like the entire room is stifling, Penelope gets up and says, "That's that, then. Night, Colin," and leaves. Colin comes to his senses right as the elevator closes.

God, I hope that all made sense! They honestly do have a lot to talk about, because I imagine that even as they're becoming really good friends, they don't spend enough time really talking. They discuss movies and surface-level things, but it really takes until that night for them to open up. Hope that was all worth the wait!

"you really are one of my favorite writers." I really can't tell you how much it meant for me to see that. I'm crying right now just reading that again because I really have dealt with a lot of self-doubt lately. I'm not as active as I once was, and I know it's easy for people to forget about you, so again, I really appreciate it. No pressure to keep replying, but I'm so thankful for you and your fangirling. Please keep being you. (and honestly, if you'd ever like to see a scene from Digital Age written out, don't hesitate to let me know. As I've shown, I don't mind cheating around the epistolary theme, lol!)

Ahhhh, thank you so much again! These are the things that can really help remind you of the love of writing (especially Colin and Penelope, who really will forever be my true loves). skjdngfjkdsfn I would say more if I could think of the words, but you're just so incredible!! <3

#hi I'm so sorry this took me so long to reply to!#I was overwhelmed by your kindess #these asks have been so amazing your thoughtfulness is incredible #and I'm happy to answer these questions!! it's so fun looking back at what I was thinking #and tbh I've always been too scared to reread digital age and this gave me a good reason to go back #<3 #writing asks #my fics #digital age #polin

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oro-e-diamanti · 4 years ago

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The one with Ethan’s suggestion

Description | Ethan suggests something that you had never seen coming - but for how long will you be able to resist him?

Content | smut with a bit of fluff

Pairing | Ethan x fem!Reader

Word Count | 3138

Tagging | @ginny-lily @mywritingonlyfans

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"You did not just ask me that."

Ethan didn't even seem bothered by your shocked reaction. Instead, he simply kept looking at you, waiting, as if he had posed a completely normal question. You were certain it wasn’t though - who the hell just came out and asked one of their best friends to start hooking up? Surely this wasn’t just you thinking this was more than odd. You couldn’t stop looking at him, relaxing on a lounger in the sun, book still open in his hand, and how he didn’t seem to care.

“Oh, come one, Y/n,” Vic interjected from where she was relaxing on a pool float. “Poor Ethan hasn’t been with anyone since the pandemic started. The least you can do is help him get laid.”

“Get laid by me?!”

“Who else?” Victoria laughed. “It’s not like he can go out and pick up someone when we go on a promo tour in a week. We’re barely allowed to meet anyone as a safety measure.”

You shot her a pointed look and Victoria being your friend for the longest got it immediately.

“And no, I’m not gonna hook up with him. So it’s gotta be you.”

You couldn’t believe the conversation you were having. Had everyone simply gone crazy? Surely, Thomas wouldn’t be on their side in this, right? You watched as he lazily strolled towards your loungers, cigarette in hand.

“Thomas!” You shouted over at him. “Ethan wants me to hook up with him!”

“Fucking finally,” Thomas laughed as you stared back in horror. Was everyone in on this madness? “He’s been moping around for ages. About time he gets laid and relaxes.”

“See?” Ethan interjected. “Everyone thinks it’s a good idea.”

“I don’t think it’s a good idea!”

“Fine,” Ethan shrugged. You hated how much he didn’t seem to care - how he had posed a question like that without an ounce of awkwardness and how your rejection didn’t seem to faze him in the least. You knew he was open about sex and sexuality, you’d been part of countless conversations among the band and had seen him pick up people at parties more than once, but this unnerved you. "If you change your mind, I'm available."

And with that Ethan went back to his book, Victoria went back to floating around the pool and Thomas went back to smoking his cigarette. But you weren't going to go back to anything, because whether you liked it or not, Ethan's suggestion would continue playing in your head for the unforeseeable future.

***

Three days. It had been three days since that fateful day at the pool and you could barely stand to look at Ethan. It wasn't because you were embarrassed - you all spoke about such things quite openly - nor were you angry at him having asked in the first place - if anything, it was flattering, a man such as Ethan considering you attractive in that way. It was more of a constant thought in your head whenever you were in the same room with him or he talked to you or you looked at him or he so much as popped into your mind. You kept lying awake at night, intrusive thoughts of Ethan towering over you clouding your brain. You didn't know what it was but you knew you didn't like it.

You were pulled out of your thoughts as Victoria approached you, taking a couple of tomatoes you had spread in front of you and started cutting them up. You had been in charge of making dinner most days, with one or the other coming to join you in your cooking endeavors sooner or later. Today it seemed to be Vic, who was giggling away beside you, quite obviously dying to tell you something.

"And what is up with you?" You asked, a smirk on your face. You were happy your friend seemed so giddy and it had you itching to know why.

"I have a date!" Victoria was never one to keep things like these to herself for long - whenever she was positively excited about something, the world simply had to know. "Her name's Paula, she's on holiday here and we're going to go out for wine."

"Just wine?"

"Well, I'm gonna say, don't expect me back here tonight." She couldn't stop herself from smirking and then breaking out in another round of laughter and you joined freely. Good for her.

"I miss dates," you mused. "Or maybe - I don't know. Maybe I just miss at least staying the night with someone."

"You really need to get laid, babe."

"Who needs to get laid?" Damiano had appeared without warning, sneaking up on the two of you and pinching both of your waists teasingly before hopping on the counter next to where you were working. A slice of tomato was stolen and ended up in his mouth before you could react, only hitting him in the arm when it was much too late.

"Y/n," Victoria answered nonchalantly. You stared at her in annoyance but she didn't even catch your eye.

"So does Ethan! You guys should fuck."

"Not you too," you groaned. All of this seemed like a bad joke. In fact, you were starting to wonder if this was all some weird plot your friends had to get you to sleep with Ethan. But why would they?

"Huh?" Damiano sounded surprised but you didn't put it past him to simply put on a good act.

"Ethan asked her to hook up the other day."

"No way!" Damiano exclaimed. "He actually, fina- I mean, he actually asked you that?"

"Yup, and she shot him down," Victoria explained. You were getting more annoyed by the second. Especially because it felt like your love life (or lack thereof?) was being discussed without you. Plus, you couldn't shake the feeling they knew something you didn't.

"Aw, poor Ethan. You know, you should really give him the chance. Make the most of the fact that you've both got the house to yourselves tonight." Damiano's eyebrow wiggle earned him a tomato slice to the face due to pure irritation on your side. He wasn't bothered, quickly shoving it into his mouth and happily munching away on it.

"Wait, what do you mean? Where are you going?"

You sounded much more panicked than necessary. So what if you were alone in the house with Ethan? You'd survive. Easily. You'd read a bit of your book, maybe watch a movie, go to bed. You didn't even have to spend time with him. Right?

"Going out with my girlfriend, she's in town for work. Not sure where Thomas is off to but he's already left" Damiano shrugged, finally hopping off the counter to hopefully stop being in the way. "So, if there's anything you want to do, do it tonight."

***

So this was it. You were alone with Ethan. No, this was nothing. So what if you were alone with him? Not like it was going to change anything at all.

You had said your goodbyes for the night to the two lovebirds, wishing Victoria the most possible fun on her little date, before pouring yourself a glass of wine and retreating to the patio. You had no idea where Ethan was and you didn't mind.

The sun was setting, the temperature was more than bearable and you had your book lying next to you. Eyes closed trying to enjoy the last rays of sunshine, your hand grasped the stem of the wine glass, and fuck that moth scared the living daylights out of you. And caused you to spill your wine all over your blouse. Red wine. Crap. One was supposed to wash those out immediately, right? Right? You realised you had no idea, as you sprinted towards the upstairs bathroom, already unbuttoning for fast removal.

You threw the door open, feet set to move towards the basin, when you realised you weren't alone in the room. It happened in slow motion, as much as you hated the cliché of it all.

Ethan's back was towards you, strong, hard muscles visible under an array of water droplets that were slowly, slowly making their way downwards, hypnotising you and keeping your gaze locked on them. Your eyes were still travelling lower and lower when he noticed your presence, turning around out of reflex, and you could not help but notice he was not wrapped in a towel, nowhere close, when your eyes fell on-

Oh.

In a rare moment of clarity, you tore your gaze away, looking up at his face instead, just to find him eyeing up your cleavage. Your blouse was halfway undone, putting your white lace bra on full display. Then his eyes snapped away and looked into yours instead. For a second, it felt like the world was standing still. Your brain only worked for another moment before it decided to let your body - or potentially your heart? - take over.

You told yourself 'fuck it' - or maybe you said it out loud, judging by the sudden smirk appearing on Ethan's face - and reached for the man in front of you. He reciprocated without hesitation, pulling you in and meeting your mouth with his, as he walked you backward until you hit the wall. His body felt hot against yours, providing a stark contrast to the cold tiles pressing into you. His hands cradled your face softly, fingers stroking along your cheeks, while he kissed you, open-mouthed, in a way that left you breathless.

If you had ever had doubts that sex with Ethan would not be worth it, they had evaporated into thin air altogether.

His hands had started roaming your body, finally landing on the last buttons of your blouse. You had expected him to slowly open them up, but instead, he tore the fabric apart in one swift movement, buttons flying and hitting the ground with little clacking noises. You wrecked your mouth from him for a moment, staring at him in both surprise and awe.

"Spiacente," he murmured, although he didn't look all that sorry. "I couldn't help myself. I can get them sewn back-"

"Ethan, stop talking and start fucking me."

Your bold words took both of you by surprise but none of you minded, simply relieved that you were on the same page. His hands were now grasping tightly onto your thighs and, and without giving you a warning, he lifted you up, still pressed against the wall. Your legs wrapped around him instinctively and he took a step back, finding his strength and balance, and slowly carrying you into his bedroom.

You couldn't stop staring at him. Ethan's beauty was a sight to behold on any given day, but the way his lips looked kissed after just a short while and his eyes had that kind of shine to them that had never previously been directed at you, it felt like you were looking at something ethereal. Never mind the fact that you knew he was completely naked, not just the toned chest that was pressing into your torse, but everything else. Hell, you were sure you felt a certain something press into the back of your thigh quite shamelessly.

He dropped you on his bed, leaving you to bounce slightly on the mattress as you lied on your back. He looked like he was about to devour you and you just knew you'd bend to his every wish.

Without any further hesitation, Ethan moved onto the bed, immediately grabbing onto the shorts you were wearing and slowly pulling them down your legs. He held eye contact with you the whole time and you were convinced you had never seen anything sexier in your life. Your panties were the next piece to leave your body. Normally, this would be the point you got nervous about, crossing your legs, hiding behind hands, anything to protect what little of your modesty you had left, but this was different. Ethan took all shame away from you.

"Is this okay?" He asked, as he slowly crawled upwards, spreading your legs and leaving hot, wet kisses along your calves. As much as you appreciated him asking for consent, you almost had to laugh - at this point in time, you had lost all willpower to deny him anything. So, with a blissful smile on your face, you eagerly nodded at him, your hand reaching down and tangling itself into his hair. He groaned as you gave a little tug and the sound was more than enough to get you even wetter than you already were.

At least that was what you thought up until Ethan put his mouth on you. You had been expecting a bit more foreplay, maybe his fingers, but instead you felt his tongue lick along the length of you. Your moan loudly echoed through the room and you had never been so glad that Vic, Thomas and Damiano had deserted the two of you in the house.

Your grasp on his hair tightened as he started flicking your clit with the tip of his tongue. The fact that you could feel his hair tickling the inside of your thighs only seemed to make you more sensitive. Suddenly, one of his fingers entered you, quickly to be joined by a second. Your back arched off the bed in an involuntary reaction as your breathing became more and more laboured. You could hear- hell, you could feel him chuckle against you.

With a sharp tug, you pulled his head away from you.

"I'm not going to be able to take much more, Ethan," you confessed. He looked up at you with wide eyes, chin wet from going down on you and fingers still slowly moving in and out, and you momentarily forgot what you meant to say. "So if you wanna fuck me, I suggest you get a move on."

He didn't need to be told twice. You still sighed in disappointment when he actually removed his fingers from you but you were quickly distracted by him moving them to your mouth and slipping them in. You eagerly sucked on them, twirling your tongue around them, tasting your own arousal, and his composure was slipping with every second he looked at you. He quickly pulled his fingers from your mouth to crawl further up your body, his cock moving against your leg. He was so well endowed it would have almost been frightening if you hadn't been so turned on.

Ethan kissed you with a force that was unparalleled. There wasn't even a question about who was in control. As his fingers trailed from your neck down past your collarbones you both suddenly seemed to remember you were still wearing a bra. You made short work of the piece of fabric, carelessly throwing it across the room, and he thanked you by squeezing your soft flesh in the most delicious way. You repaid the favour by letting your hand wander to his cock and giving him a few strokes. He immediately let out the most sinful moan you had ever heard, head collapsing onto your cleavage.

"I don't think you need any more help from me down there," you giggled.

"With you lying under me like this, I sure don't."

Moving your legs around his waist once more, you slowly guided him into you, your walls swallowing him bit by bit, careful not to stretch you out too fast with his size. It felt like heaven on earth. You both moaned in pleasure as Ethan slowly started moving, making sure you were comfortable as he looked into your eyes, while you broke the eye contact time and time again, too overwhelmed to leave your eyes open every time he thrust into you. You kept grabbing onto what you could, the back of his head, his shoulders, his butt, as he increased his speed, hitting you in all the right places every single time.

You knew you weren't going to last long, not with him on and in and all around you, not with his fingers playing with your nipple, not with his lips clumsily attaching themselves to various places around your neck and shoulders, and as you felt his hand between your legs, softly circling your clit once again, you were gone. You came in waves of euphoria, unashamed of the volume of your moans and the strength with which you pulled on his hair. Your actions, combined with you clenching around him and a few more thrust, had him follow you moments later.

He carefully slipped out of you, never once letting go of you, and turning you onto your side with him so you were facing each other. Both of you were still breathing heavily, vision cloudy, but intertwined. You were convinced he had ruined you - there was no way anyone was ever going to live up to how he made you feel.

"So, did it live up to your expectation?" You couldn't help but giggle as you posed the question. "Getting laid again after such a long time?"

Ethan pushed a damp strand of hair from your face. You hadn't expected such softness.

"It wasn't actually about getting laid, you know."

"Huh?"

"It was about you."

"Okay, you've lost me now," you said, brows knitting as your hand searched for his, finger entangling the same way your legs were doing. "What are you talking about?"

"I... I've liked you for a while. And I tried so much, but you never even noticed."

Your mind replayed the last few weeks you had spent with the band in their summer house. Instances of Ethan bringing you food, cocktails, adjusting the shade to make sure you were in it, offering to put sunscreen on your back. Moments of him searching for your company, moving much closer than necessary in the heat, arms constantly touching when you were sitting next to each other. Jokes and teasing from the others, drunken remarks. You hadn't paid attention to any of it. You wondered how you could have been so blind to a man so wonderful.

"Wait, so instead of asking me out like a normal person, you suggested we hook up?" You couldn't keep the laughter in now. The situation was simply too ridiculous and you had not yet stopped riding on your high from the endorphins he had caused.

"It was Vic's idea." He buried his head into the sheets, but you could still see his cheeks turn an adorable shade of pink. "She knew I missed sex and she said you mentioned something similar so she thought this was the way into your..."

"Pants?"

"Heart, actually."

You snuggled closer, arms wrapping around him so that your noses were touching.

"Well, as embarrassing as it is, it somehow worked, didn't it?" You stroked over his head lovingly. "And I'm sure not letting you go any time soon."

#maneskin #maneskin imagine #ethan torchio imagine #ethan torchio x reader #ethan torchio fiction #ethan torchio x you #maneskin fiction #smut #my writings #ethan torchio

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junosaurus · 2 years ago

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It's your angst anon! (Again :P) and I'm back with full of angst: Hu Tao, Beidou, Keqing and Ayaka breaking up with their S/O due to protect them against issue (you can choose the thing that'll make them break up) after sometime, they fix this issue they find S/O back, with the hope of getting back together but when they find their S/O their personality changed far from good, they're fighting recklessly, getting killed almost, angry all the time, ready to fight without giving it a second thought etc. (As for the ending I'm feeling like having fluff but you can choose whether it ends with angst or fluff!)

A horrible change

ft: Hu Tao, Beidou, Keqing, Ayaka x !GN reader (separately)

A/N: hello hellooo angst anon!! This is oddly long because honestly, I had so many thoughts on this scenario. Once again sorry for the late answer ♡

(also this au is like modern au but there's still hilichurls ykyk)

Hu Tao

Hu Tao had just gotten a job opportunity to plan funerals for the sacrificed soldiers in Inazuma. They said it would take her months and months to ever complete the job. She thought that if she left you to go abroad for maybe even over a year, would hurt you. After a night of making up a decision, she knew she had to break up with you. Though, confronting you about it never was easy. She thought to herself everyday 'they seem so happy.. I can't possibly tell them right now.. maybe tomorrow.' she kept procrastinating until the day she had to go. she realised what she did.

She had already loaded all her stuff in the ship, ready to set sail to Inazuma. You had looked everywhere for Hu Tao until you saw her on the docks. "Hu Tao! I've been searching everywhere for you and here you are. What're you doing her anyways?" you asked, running to her. "Y/N? What brings you here? Wait did we plan anything for today but i forg-" she panicked but was soon interrupted by the captain of the ship. "Hey Ms. Hu, we're all set, don't wanna waste too much more time." She pouted. "Y/N I'm sorry. I wanted to tell you but it was too late. I want to break up with you, I think that you'd be better off with someone much better. For now, I have a job to do. I'm terribly sorry." she wiped her tears while running onto the ship. She could no longer face you so she hid somewhere you couldn't see her. You couldn't even process what had happened, you were frozen on the spot, mind blank. You never saw Hu Tao again. Not until..

1.6 years later..

You saw her getting cornered up by 5 large lawachurls. Without a second thought, you ran and attacked the lawachurl that was the most closest to her. "Go" you looked at her, she didnt move a muscle. "I said go! Do you want to get killed or something?" you shouted as a lawachurl attacked you back.

You defeated all 5 of them but your body was severely injured. As you looked closer to Hu Tao, she looked exactly the same except she was taller and her hair was slightly longer. "Hey, come here I'll fix your wounds up." She said, catching you by your wrist. "I can take care of myself. I don't need your help." you slapped her hand off. You walked back to Liyue Harbour as she also followed. "Can you PLEASE not follow me? I've had enou-" you fell to the ground, unconscious.

You squint your eyes, while trying to open them because it was so bright. "Where the hell....am I?" You try to sit up. Hu tao pushed you back down. "Uh-uh-uh you aren't in the state to be even moving a single muscle. Get some rest and recover first."

The room was silent as Hu Tao was on her desk doing some work, and you finally realised where you were, Hu Tao's house. It looked the same, as if somebody was taking care of it while she was away.

"Why'd you go? Without telling me in the fist place." you spoke up. "I kept on procrastinating to ever tell you the truth. You looked too happy everyday for me to ever tell you." she gripped her pen tightly.

It was just silence again. You didn't know what to say so without making a noise, you walked up to her and hugged her from behind. She was shocked but was soon comfortable. She stood up and gave you a tight hug while tearing up. You also did the same.

"I'm so so sorry Y/N"

Beidou

Beidou had realised how she was away from Liyue too often and barely got to meet you. Although she did send you letters from time to time, she thought it was never enough and that a long distance relationship was too painful for you. She had no time to think so she confronted you as soon as she saw you.

"Hey, Y/N. I'm sorry but it has come to my attention that I've been away from Liyue more than often. I just think it's not a really healthy relationship and that you probably deserve more. I'm really sorry but I don't think you'll ever feel happy in this relationship." She stood there for a minute, you couldn't respond back. You couldn't say a single word and she soon sprinted away to her ship.

2 years later

She's finally done with urgent jobs that she needed to do in Inazuma. As soon as she came back to Liyue, she thought of you but she of course didn't know where you were. She had bumped into Xiangling at her restaurant.

"Ah Beidou! It's great to see you again, what would you like to order?"

"Aha, hello Xiangling, its nice seeing you again too. I'd like stir fried filet to go please."

"Alright, here ya go! Enjoy, it's on the house in honour of captain Beidou's comeback!"

"Thanks. Appreciate it. And also.. if it's not too much to ask, do you perhaps know where Y/N is?"

"Hmm last time I heard from them, they ordered some to-go food saying they're training at Jueyun Karst."

"Ah I see then. Thank you so much for the help. See ya." Beidou waved off running to find you. Although it was quite a journey there, she was cornered by some hilichurls that were high leveled. With her not having any weapon in hand, she panicked. That was when you sprinted in front of her and started attacking those hilichurls.

You signaled a 'go' to her but she just doesn't budge. "GO BEFORE YOU GET KILLED TOO." you grunted after an arrow had hit you on your arm. She ran as far as she could. After a few more attacks the fight was over but you ended up being heavily injured. You started limping back to Liyue harbor but you bumped into Beidou once again.

"Oh goodness! What have I lead you to Y/N I'm so sorry.." She grabbed you by the wrist.

"You should be sorry for leaving me 2 years ago. Compared to that, this is nothing." You got your wrist away from her grasp.

"Right. First, let me carry you back and get you healed after." She carried you.

"So tell me, what even was the reason why you broke up with me? Letters would've been fine."

"I just thought that.. You'd get tired of me always leaving Liyue and barely ever spending time with you. And I thought letters were never enough...I'm sorry.."

It went silent and you snuggled to her touch as she carried you back to Liyue Harbor.

"I'd do anything to not leave you anymore."

Keqing

Keqing had a lot of work every single day, but she manages to do it all without failing. Though it had to come to an end. She just got news from Ningguang that there have been a lot more situations around Liyue than usual. Ningguang says that she wouldn't even have time to go home and that tonight would be the last night before much work. As soon as she heard that, she thought of you. What would happen if she doesn't go back home for months and months? How would you feel about this situation? Her walk home was uneasy, her whole mind was conquered by thoughts.

While walking home she pulled out her phone. You were watching a movie waiting for Keqing to come home so you both could have dinner together until you heard your phone vibrate it was from her “Sorry I’m gonna be home late don’t wait up.” the text read “I can’t believe she’s doing this to me again.” you mumbled under your breath. You thought to yourself, 'She’s been doing this a lot lately is she cheating on me?' “Don’t even bother coming home.” You replied as you got up to re-heat your food and cover hers.

You heard your phone vibrate again but this time it was someone calling, you look to see the caller ID only for it to read 'Keqing' You tried ignoring it but she kept calling “What?” You replied with irritation evident in your voice “why did you reply so harshly?” Her soft voice replied which made you feel regretful already “You know you’ve been doing this a lot, I have barely seen you!! I go to sleep before you even come and I wake up after you leave! When are you gonna stop working late and spend time with me?!” You yelled getting frustrated “I-I just can’t you know how my boss is hunny” she replied her voice cracking “That’s not an answer and you know that.” You replied before hanging up, throwing your phone back on the sofa.

1 year has passed

After a few moments you heard your doorbell ring, you open it to see your favourite flowers and a note that read 'I'm sorry Y/N. Tonight was the night where I was supposed to tell you something important, but I'll just write it here. Ningguang says I won't be able to come home for a few months, Liyue has been too chaotic. Let's break this off, I don't want you to suffer this way anymore. I love you.' Tears started tracing your cheeks.

Keqing had finally finished all her work and Ningguang had let her go on break for a month as thanks. On her walk home she was approached by some hilichurls, with her unarmed she panicked. Luckily, you were just around the corner because of training. You sprinted to her with your *choice of weapon*. You attacked the hilichurls though you were very lousy making you getting hit a lot of times too. Keqing was stunned, she stepped away and fell onto the grass.

Finally after the hilichurls were defeated you turned around to see keqing still stunned. "You good?" you asked. "I should be asking you that." she replied back. "You should go n-" you fell. It had seem so that you hadn't slept for days and had fell into keqings lap fast asleep.

Keqing sighed

"I never wanted to leave you but I had no choice at the time, I hope you still love me as much as I still do now."

Kamisato Ayaka

The Kamisato clan is one of the biggest clans in the land of Inazuma. Ayaka, as the eldest daughter of the Kamisato clan, she of course had to come to a point where she had to get engaged to the son of another big clan so the Kamisato clan can stand stable.

Ayaka had finally told you this 2 months before her engagement. "Let's break this off. For the better. I'm sorry Y/N, I can't afford to avoid it. I love you." Your heart broke into a million pieces. Your one and only, finally had to go. You couldn't accept the fact you had to let go of her so soon. Rain still pouring right beside the shade you both were under. Not thinking much of it, you ran like it was the end of the world. Ayaka had reached a hand out but she hesitated. You ran and ran until you reached home. You were soaking wet.

You felt as if you never want to step outside anymore. Ayaka was no longer there for you, whats the point of life if your lover had left you for another man?

8 months later

You had isolated yourself in your home for all those 8 months. You had a friend of yours send rations every week. Other than that, you had a bunch of knocks on the door. It was always aggressive, it was as if that person was determined for all these months. You finally stepped out. Having a stroll around Inazuma was quite fine. But soon, you had spotted Ayaka being cornered by a group of men.

You sprinted, combating the 3 men down while recklessly getting bruised up in the process. Ayaka was dumbfounded. "You ok?" you asked her. "Uhm y-yes I'm fine." she answered. "Alright. I'll get going now." you quickly said.

"Wait!" she grabbed you by the wrist and pulled you into a tight hug. She placed her head on your shoulder. You were flabbergasted. "Don’t you have a husband Lady Ayaka? I don't want people misunderstanding."

"I managed to avoid it. For you. All that knocking on your door, it was all me. I've been waiting for the past 8 months now." she whispered.

You were lost in words. All you could do was bite your lip, and return her hug as tightly as you could.

"I'd do anything, just for you."

#genshin impact #genshin x reader #genshin x y/n #genshin x you #genshin impact modern au #hu tao #hu tao x reader #kamisato ayaka #ayaka x reader #beidou #beidou x reader

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featherfur · 3 years ago

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Jiang Cheng Gets a Farm and Some Zombies

Jiang Cheng has lived a long life, he's become immortal and left his sect behind for peace in the mountains. He's come to terms with the fact that Song Lan and Xiao Xingchen live with him making disgusting affectionate faces at each other day in and day out, and he's fine with that. As long as he has his sheep and goats, his loom, and his monthly arguments with that old bat Madam Chen when he goes into town to sell his fabric then he's perfectly happy. So just why did the gods have to toss two more zombies and their immortal boyfriend at him? Hasn't he suffered enough from other people's love lives?

Warnings: Jiang Cheng's potty mouth, canon-typical violence Length: 5.5k Relationships: Song Lan/ Xiao Xingchen, Lan Xichen/ Nie Mingjue/ Jin Guangyao

This may get a second piece I have like, 80+ ideas for different one-shots including other characters that have become gods or TGCF style ghosts and I have a lot of angst that I'm willing to pile onto Jiang Cheng (affectionate). I guess it depends on how this goes and how much energy i have lol.

“We’re looking for a cultivator with two fierce corpses with him, have you seen anyone suspicious?” A cultivator in green asked, his rough voice carrying over the milling crowd and making the civilians jump in surprise. Behind him, more cultivators were making their way through the crowd and trying to intimidate the truth out of the merchants.

“These Hua sect assholes… I cannot fucking believe we have to deal with them-” A sharp faced man started to snarl only to snap his mouth shut and growl in the back of his throat instead. Purple light glowed around his wrist under his long gray sleeves and with an irate flick, it disappeared.

The two men next to him gave him sympathetic looks, turning away so their faces were hidden more from the market crowd. One pulled a straw hat out of a large blue qiankun sleeve and slipped it on the sharp faced man’s head, tilting it down slightly so he could still see but would be cast in shadow. Neither of the two silent men reacted to his freshly bared teeth, well used to his aggressiveness when provoked, and simply pulled their shoulders in to pretend to be moving the merchandise.

Jiang Cheng was not having a good day. Which wasn’t that strange for a Market Day, but that didn’t make him any more resigned and simply upped his irritation instead.

It was one thing to have to deal with Madam Chen, the old bat, arguing with him over whether or not his wool was good enough to spin. Now he had to deal with the local cultivation sect apparently hunting him and his companions down. Hua Yuxuan was beyond lucky he died almost forty years ago or else Jiang Cheng would be hunting him down.

He flicked his eyes over the crowd of people, trying to figure out whether or not they would be spotted. There was always a chance they could get away free and clear, after all most of the merchants and townspeople knew them by now and they didn’t stick out like a sore thumb. On the other hand, the local cultivators had spotted Song Lan earlier and apparently panicked to the point that they were already calling for a cultivator and two fierce corpses.

“Sect Leader Jiang,” The Song Lan in question signed over to him, making Jiang Cheng turn his head to see better. “I’m sorry to have brought this upon you. If I leave then you and Xingchen will-”

“Enough.” Jiang Cheng snipped the idea in the bud, turning his head away. “We’re not separating. It’s not your fault the bastard pulled down your hood. Anyways, Xingchen radiates ghost energy and you give off demonic. The moment you get too far from Zidian every cultivator with a half-formed core will be able to sense you.”

Almost as if in answer, the purple light came from his wrist again accompanied with the sound of lightning popping.

Jiang Cheng flexed his fingers, using his golden core to soothe the irritated weapon. It had been a while since they’d last had a fight together, but the spiritual weapon seemed to understand that it had a chance of being used if they were spotted and it was ready. Zidian also tended to get hostile if it thought there was a threat to anyone, even if Jiang Cheng himself hadn’t noticed or didn’t think it was worthwhile, which meant the cultivators asking questions were annoying it.

Song Lan’s hands dropped from the corner of his eyes and a soft sigh came from him instead. There was the softest rustle of fabric against fabric and this time a voice came instead.

“Sect Leader Jiang is right, it’s too risky.” Xiao Xingchen’s gentle voice murmured. “But I do think we should get moving, it’ll be a little suspicious but we’re not known for sticking around long after all.”

That’s because we’re usually sold out by now, Jiang Cheng thought to himself, damn Hua sect is chasing away my customers.

It wasn’t like they needed the money, but it was the principle of it. Jiang Cheng sold his woven cloth once a month to drum up business, sell it cheaply and let others either make clothes or sell it for a higher price to the more wealthy patrons outside of their small mountain town. If he couldn’t sell his stuff then it kept building up and then Xingchen would get it into his head that he could sew which never ended well, but Song Lan was too smitten to stop him and Jiang Cheng knew he wouldn’t listen anyway.

Still, his first priority was to protect his companions.

His hand moved up to slip under the chain around his neck, pulling it out to slide down to the ring that hung on it. The energy still left in the ring sparked in response to his touch, warm and curious. Zidian glowed around his wrist and slid down like a snake to wrap around the chain, curling on itself smaller and smaller until the lightning whip lay as a second ring on the chain.

It was only the sudden lack of Zidian’s fierce energy that made Jiang Cheng realize what he was doing and he dropped the chain like it burned. Zidian didn’t move though, simply glinting in the light until he gathered both rings and slipped the chain back under his robe.

He cast another look on the crowd, but the only suspicious person there was Li Tan who was trying to pick someone’s pocket as usual. Really, that kid needed some help.

If it was Yunmeng then Jiang Cheng could have-

He pulled himself away from that train of thought, he hadn’t been Sect Leader in almost a hundred years. Hadn’t even been home to the lakes and rivers of his birth for half that long. There was no point in thinking about what could have beens, he was far too old for that.

“Okay, let’s go.” Jiang Cheng finally sighed, standing up from his chair and turning to help stuff the fabrics into bags. They could use Qiankun pouches, the little dimensional pockets were perfect for things like this, but it would give them away as cultivators and make it suspicious to anyone who saw them walking around without anything on such a busy market day.

Xiao Xingchen was smiling brightly at him, so pale in the sunlight that he managed to look more like a corpse than the actual corpse among them. Despite being a ghost, he managed to have more optimism within his smile than Jiang Cheng had felt in the last hundred and fifty-something years. Just looking at it made Jiang Cheng feel the urge to scowl, so he did and Xingchen just smiled brighter before taking the bags from Song Lan.

Jiang Cheng rolled his eyes and picked up his own bag, tossing it over his shoulder and reaching for his sword on instinct. He let his hand drop a second later, though he could feel Sandu reacting to him through the Qiankun pouch sewed into his robes. It wasn’t worth risking carrying a sword that would mark him as a cultivator, but still it felt strange to not have the familiar weight in his left hand.

Song Lan seemed to understand his unease, reaching out to press a single finger to his shoulder and get his attention.

The fierce corpse started to sign and Jiang Cheng watched the hands move. They were covered in black lines instead of veins, demonic energy thrumming through them rather than blood. When they’d first met, the hands had been clunky and unskilled at delicate work from being dead for so long but now they were dexterously moving through the signs they’d learned together.

“If anything happens, I will wait for your orders.” Song Lan blinked at him, waiting for Jiang Cheng’s confirmation.

“Stay behind me then, if anyone grabs either of you the moment you can, just get behind me.” Jiang Cheng said, glancing over his shoulder. No one seemed to have noticed their movements- except Li Tan.

Jiang Cheng eyed the kid, he could be useful…

Jiang Cheng nodded at the cultivators in green and then held up two pieces of gold. He dropped it into a pouch, a normal one, and stuffed it into a crack in the wall where no one else would look. Li Tan’s eyes lit up and he nodded his head rapidly, already taking off to the other side of the lane.

“I just saw a fierce corpse! Next to lao-Bai’s house!” Li Tan’s voice shrieked over the crowd and the Hua Cultivators bolted after him. In the complete opposite direction.

“That kid’s good.” Jiang Cheng said approvingly, he was smart and fast and Jiang Cheng had no doubt the kid would be back here to collect his payment before the Hua Sect even knew who called them over.

“Don’t go adopting random kids.” Song Lan signed, making Xingchen frown at him.

Jiang Cheng responded on instinct born of sixty years of snapping them playfully.

“I didn’t hire you to tell me what to do Biy-” The words soured and died on his tongue, and he pressed his lips shut. His companions looked at him curiously, Song Lan’s head cocking to the side with a hint of understanding.

The recipient those words had been for was long gone and Jiang Cheng didn’t want to think about that. Maybe in another hundred years, but not now, he was far too good at keeping the pain fresh much longer than he should. He couldn’t focus on that now anyway, he had to focus on here and now.

“I’m not going to adopt any kids, I don’t even want you two hanging around.” He snipped, his voice free of any true venom, and nodded his head down the alley. “Let’s get back to the horses.”

Xiao Xingchen and Song Lan shared a look but neither of them said anything, simply stepping up to follow him.

The alley was quiet, decently clean for a place that was really only used for people to escape the market quickly. Jiang Cheng could see a few curious eyes peeking out of windows but when they realized it wasn’t anything special they disappeared again, occasionally with a wave. He nodded in response to those waves, best to keep up appearances so no one reported them for suspicious behavior.

“There!” An unfamiliar voice shouted when they got to the end of the alley. “I see them! Shixiong!”

Jiang Cheng snapped his head around to Xiao Xingchen and Song Lan, seeing his own panic reflected back. Then he realized that there was no one behind them, and they weren’t visible from the other road yet-

“Fucking-” A voice that was familiar, came from the corner they had yet to turn. Before Jiang Cheng could do more than think up a few of his own curses, they were overtaken by three people coming around the corner.

Zidian reacted faster than Jiang Cheng, snapping violently under his shirt and zapping over the chain to shoot out of the back of his robe. It launched forward, wrapping around two of them and slamming them together, extending itself further until it could wrap around their mouths and keep them from crying out.

A sword flickered in the corner of his vision, slicing down at Jiang Cheng and with a twist of his hand a surge of power pulled Sandu from the qiankun pouch. He wrapped his fingers around the sheath and with a flick of his fingers the sword yanked itself free and caught the blow in mid air, a ringing sound echoing in the alley.

“Sect Leader Jiang!” Xingchen said in warning and Jiang Cheng held back an aggressive growl before he realized just who’s blow he’d blocked.

Lan Xichen, a once-fellow sect leader long retired from the Gusu Lan Sect, was standing before him looking almost as confused as Jiang Cheng felt. Lan Xichen’s sword seemed to vibrate angrily but Sandu didn’t move and the two were locked in a stalemate that was almost more weapon than cultivator.

“Jiang Wanyin…” Lan Xichen said rather awkwardly, looking like a teenager caught by his parent.

Jiang Cheng didn’t answer immediately, just slid his eyes over to Zidian’s victims and-

“I can’t catch a fucking break.” He swore violently, looking at the two.

Nie Mingjue, the fierce corpse of the once Sect Leader of Qinghe Nie, and Jin Guangyao, the absolute fuckhead bastard who destroyed so many lives and made Jin Ling cry also a prior Sect Leader of Lanling Jin, were currently smashed chest to chest. The purple whip was sparking angrily every time they twitched and kept its hold tight around their mouths, almost seeming to growl when Nie Mingjue tried to wrench away.

“Down there!” The voices shouted and Jiang Cheng suddenly felt seventeen and desperate again. Hunted and scared, people he cared about in danger, unable to protect them-

He forced himself to focus and pulled Sandu back into its sheath after flicking Lan Xichen’s sword away, looking at Xiao Xingchen and Song Lan. His first priority was getting those cultivators to fuck off, and he needed to prove there was nothing dangerous here for that.

“Get those two into a building, keep Zidian around them. Sect Leader Lan, compose yourself.” Jiang Cheng ordered, ignoring the two tied up fierce corpses trying their best to shout at him. Song Lan glanced over once, like he wanted to complain, but simply moved over to the two and started to drag them backwards before Xingchen moved over to help.

“Jiang Wanyin-” Lan Xichen said again, this time a warning tone to his voice but Jiang Cheng cut him off.

“Put your sword away. Now unless you’d rather fight the Hua sect. You won’t get out of here without killing them unless you listen to me.” Jiang Cheng’s voice grew short, the authoritative tone of a Sect Leader bleeding through and Lan Xichen was putting his sword away with a half-formed scowl on his lips.

The thunder of feet was loud as Jiang Cheng grabbed Lan Xichen’s wrist and tossed him behind him, doing his best to look like he had been walking down the alley as the cultivators turned the corner.

“What the hell are you doing?” He snapped, purposely pulling his bag closer like he’d nearly lost his goods. “Didn’t anyone teach you brats not to run around corners? Do you know how much you would cost me if you ruined my fabric?”

Lan Xichen choked behind him but the cultivators in front of him didn’t notice. The oldest looking one, presumingly the shixiong that had been called over, stepped up to them.

“Where’s your fierce corpse friends?” He snapped and Jiang Cheng bristeled instantly, flicking his straw hat up to be able to better glare down at him. The one advantage he had was that he did tend to be taller than most people, so even brats like this thought twice.

“Eh? You think I’m hiding fierce corpses?” He snarled, watching the slight panic grow in the cultivator’s eyes. “That’s why you destroyed my chance at business today? You want some fierce corpses go hang around Qinghe Nie, the hell are you going into towns for? What are sects teaching you all these days? Even a merchant like myself knows that fierce corpses don’t live in towns.”

“S-sir, we saw two of them- Ah! The man behind you, the one in blue, we chased him in here with his two corpses, he’s a demonic cultivator.” The cultivator insisted, trying his best not to get overrun but Jiang Cheng had a full deck of moves that the kid didn’t even know existed.

He turned to look at Lan Xichen, raising an eyebrow at the way his face had gone serenely blank. Atleast that was still the same, even it was fucking weird.

“Demonic cultivator? You mean xiao-Chen?” The diminutive fell from his lips and he had to force back a smirk at the aggrieved sound coming from Xichen. Yeah, Jiang Cheng was going to insult him. If someone’s a dumbass, tell them they’re a dumbass, especially when they no longer hold the power to ruin the lives of you and yours.

Jiang Cheng glanced over the other cultivators, taking in the rather young faces and the way they blinked in familiarity to him.

“What’s xiao-Chen have to do with anything? He’s been with me all day selling wares, everyone knows he never leaves my side, how else am I supposed to keep from being robbed?”

“No he hasn’t-”

“Sir, I don’t think he’s lying.” One of the younger kids said, head trying to see over his fellow cultivators. “Everyone knows lao-Yu and his son is always in blue, and that looks like him.”

How fucking old do you think I look? Jiang Cheng thought, feeling quite offended. He hadn’t aged since he was in his thirties at the oldest.

And how blind are the kids these days?

Xiao Xingchen had a rather delicate and soft face, very different from Lan Xichen’s firm and strong looks. Unless you counted that both were considered attractive, they didn’t really look all the same. Maybe it was that both of them had the same ‘smile until everything’s okay’ aura about them.

The original disciple hesitated, scowling over at the one who had spoken before he turned back to Jiang Cheng.

“Let me see your bags.” He snapped, making Jiang Cheng roll his eyes as he thrust it over.

“Don’t ruin a single thing in there.” Jiang Cheng growled, making himself look even more irritated. “If I had known that selling here would cause such a big fiasco I never would have taken Sect Leader Hua’s offer to make his wife something flattering.”

That made them all freeze, looking at each other like someone could confirm or deny it. Nobody said a word. The last person anyone wanted to piss off was Sect Leader Hua and annoying his wife was the quickest way to do that.

Jiang Cheng crossed his arms, eyes narrowing and letting himself steadily look more and more aggravated. The cultivator in front of him suddenly looked incredibly nervous as he passed the bag, unchecked, back to him.

“I uh… I didn’t realize it was you Yu-qianbei, please accept our apologies. My shidi must have been mistaken when he saw someone come down the alley. Please forgive us.” The cultivator said with a deep bow.

Yu-qianbei? I guess so, atleast it’s not as insulting as lao-Yu.

“Just get out of my way, all your fear mongering scared my customers away.” Jiang Cheng snapped, waving the bag in the air to get his point across.

The cultivators shrunk back and nodded, the head one quickly ordering them back out of the alley and then they were left with one. The one who’d said he’d recognized Jiang Cheng from the shops.

Jiang Cheng turned to him, ready to snap at him too, when he recognized the face.

“Lao-Yu? Aren’t you being a little presumptuous you brat?” Jiang Cheng snipped at Li Tan, rolling his eyes at the thief’s bright grin.

“I just saved your life old man, pay up.” The pre-teen bounced closer, hands out greedily.

“Saved my life eh?” Jiang Cheng cuffed the back of his head, messing up his hair. “If you’d done a good job in the first place I wouldn’t have needed it.”

“Lao-Yu,” Li Tan tried to say charmingly, “If it wasn’t for your friends being obvious then my plan would have worked perfectly. So really, you should be paying me for the extra effort.”

Jiang Cheng rolled his eyes again but he couldn’t help but feel fond for another Li he’d known a few decades earlier. She’d been a street rat too, plucked off the street when Jiang Cheng got tired of her picking the pockets of his disciples and decided to just put her to good use killing monsters and putting souls to rest. Li Tan had a good head on his shoulders, maybe he’d actually do something with it.

“You saw where I put the bag, and here.” Jiang Cheng pulled a few pieces of silver out and passed them over. “You fit in, why don’t you join the sect instead of being a menace?”

“Pfft.” Li Tan wheezed as he tucked away the money. “Please lao-Yu, nobody wants an orphan from the streets in their sect. I know you’re old but are you senile too?”

Jiang Cheng swatted him again for good measure, shoving him down the alley.

“It’s happened before… Maybe you should head down south, I hear Yunmeng Jiang is pretty different.”

“Sure, have a good trip home lao-Yu.” The brat said before he was skipping towards the bag Jiang Cheng had hidden for him earlier and left Jiang Cheng alone with Lan Xichen.

Jiang Cheng tapped his fingers against his arm, waiting until he heard Lan Xichen start to move.

“I should be slicing your head from your shoulders for what you’ve done, releasing those two. Letting me catch you, especially with that bastard.” Jiang Cheng growled, his voice low and dangerous, any hint of the levity and affection toward Li Tan gone. In its place was the voice of a man who had spent far too long killing and not long enough knowing peace.

“Jiang Wanyin-” Lan Xichen said, that customer service smile he perfected coming through his voice with just a hint of anger.

“Shut up.” Jiang Cheng snapped, barely taking a second to glance over his shoulder at him. “Knock me out and Zidian will kill your friends, kill me and Zidian will kill them, piss me off and Zidian will kill them.”

The half-glare that was on Lan Xichen’s face was swiped away with shock before barely restrained anger started to boil behind the mask. Jiang Cheng just turned away, tugging his necklace out on purpose this time.

He touched the ring, giving just enough spiritual energy that it woke and warmed under his fingers.

Zidian? He asked with his energy and the ring buzzed happily and tugged at the chain to the left.

Jiang Cheng followed its directions until they were in front of a door, purposely ignoring Lan Xichen. He didn’t know what to do with him, didn’t know what he wanted to do with the mess of fierce corpses. He just wanted to go to his fucking sheep, bitch about Madam Chen, make some dinner for himself and Xingchen, and got to bed.

And yet!

More fucking zombies.

How wonderful his life was, he couldn’t even get zombies of people he liked!

He pushed open the door and took in the sight of Nie Mingjue and Jin Guangyao standing in the middle of a room, still tied up, with Xingchen and Song Lan holding their swords to their necks. Jiang Cheng could appreciate their willingness to kill for no other reason than Zidian decided it didn’t like someone.

“Jiang Wanyin-” Lan Xichen sounded panicked but Jiang Cheng just waved him off.

“Settle down. Zidian, release.” Jiang Cheng ordered. Xingchen and Song Lan both stepped back and lowered their swords before Zidian sparked once, just to say it was annoyed, and then shot back towards him and wrapped tightly around his wrist rather than returning to ring form. Clearly it thought it needed to act on its own whims instead of Jiang Cheng’s but he didn’t have the energy to fight it out.

“You.” Jiang Cheng pointed his finger at Jin Guangyao when he seemed like he was going to speak. “Shut up, open your mouth and I’ll have Song Lan stab you. He wasn’t a big fan of your Xue Yang ploy.”

Song Lan indeed was gripping his sword tightly, recognizing the man in front of him despite the decades that separated them. Jin Guangyao smiled, lips pressed tightly together in a way that usually gave off the impression of levity and gentleness but now just made the annoyance burn a little brighter in Jiang Cheng.

“As for you… I don’t give a fuck.” Jiang Cheng waved his hand, uncaring of the rudeness and Nie Mingjue was so taken aback he didn’t even respond. “Whose house are we in anyways- you.”

“Now xiao-Yu, I was nice, you owe me.” Madam Chen called from where she was in the kitchen. “Your xiao-Chen was so kind as to give me all this nice cloth, so of course I helped him. But I won’t take any foul language.”

“You’re a terrible old bat.” Jiang Cheng spat. “We’re leaving. Everyone, out.”

“See you next month.” Madam Chen said amicably, waving at them.

“Yeah, yeah, I won't forget the blue this time. Calling me xiao-Yu, I’m older than your grandfather.” Jiang Cheng hissed to himself, turning and pushing Lan Xichen into the alley again. Why did everyone he knew have to be so obnoxious? Why did they all have to show up again at the same time? Give him some breathing space fucking please.

Jiang Cheng stepped into the alley and glanced at the group before shaking his head.

“Don’t talk here, bolt if you want to, god knows I don’t want to deal with this shit. Xiao Xingchen, Song Lan, let’s go.” He tilted his head and started walking. A few seconds later he heard footsteps, too many to just be Song Lan and Xiao Xingchen. He held himself back from cursing, because if he started he wasn’t going to stop. He really was going to have to deal with this, wasn't he?

Couldn’t someone have problems with a zombie and not involve him?

Wouldn’t that be a blessing? To be able to look over at someone else’s shit going down and just be able to go “Wonderful I’m not emotionally invested in any of them”?

He was way too old for this, he wanted to go live in his mountain all alone forever. That’s why he left, he didn’t have any family left, he didn’t have any friends, and his sect was long gone from his generation. He wanted to be alone, with his sheep and goats and his horse and maybe maybe! He could deal with Xiao Xingchen and Song Lan staying with him.

Because Song Lan didn’t talk and Xiao Xingchen was too nice to tell Jiang Cheng to shut up when he got upset. Perfect house guests! They occasionally helped kill monsters and they helped shear his animals, great!

Lan Xichen and the two boyfriends everyone pretended not to know about for sixteen years? Not great.

Jiang Cheng only realized they were back to the horses when he got a faceful of horse nose.

“Yeah yeah, I didn’t get you anything. Because you’re a terrible horse, absolutely the worst.” Jiang Cheng hissed into the silver nose, his mood lightening slightly when he got a knicker in response. Dancer simply snorted at his harsh words and lifted her head to gaze curiously at his extra companions.

He took a moment to compose himself, wondering if Xiao Xingchen and Song Lan would be offended if he jumped on Dancer and bolted, before he turned around.

Nie Mingjue looked relatively pissed and Jiang Cheng could feel the vaugest resentful energy starting to come from him even after Zidian had sapped it and did it’s best to block it. Jin Guangyao was taking everything in with a self-assured air, and Jiang Cheng really wanted to stab him, and seemed quite interested in the three horses that Jiang Cheng and his companions now stood beside. Lan Xichen had given up on his smile and just looked exhausted like he was quite ready to simply lay down on the ground.

“Okay, I just… Just fucking… Is it destroyed?” Jiang Cheng sighed, turning to Nie Mingjue. “Just tell me it’s gone.”

“It’s destroyed.” Nie Mingjue rumbled, his voice somehow managing to be deeper than Jiang Cheng remembered. His head lifted to glower at Jiang Cheng, his wild and unkempt hair falling back and revealing a line of stitches holding his head to his body.

Jiang Cheng sucked in a slow breath, nodding to himself. That was one thing off his plate, making sure the Tiger Amulet had been successfully destroyed. Everything else was easy. Anyone Jin Guangyao could hurt was already dead and Lan Xichen wasn’t exactly a vengeful person, so after they left then Jiang Cheng could be left in peace.

“You’re welcome for saving your asses, you might want to take a bath and learn how to hide your demonic energy. You can fuck out of my life now.” Jiang Cheng said, waving his hand dismissively at them and turning to toss his bag onto Dancer’s back.

“You’ve not gotten any better with your words, Jiang Wanyin.” Jin Guangyao’s voice began, so smooth that Jiang Cheng felt like he was twenty three and being admonished for snarling at a Jin disciple back when he gave a damn about Jin Guangyao.

“Song Lan.” Xiao Xingchen’s voice said quietly and Jiang Cheng didn’t need to look to know that Song Lan’s sword was now being pointed at Jin Guangyao.

“Just as loyal as your Yunmeng Jiang, you truly inspire-” Sandu appeared in his hand and he spun, his blow just barely being blocked by Lan Xichen. Yet, Lan Xichen’s sword wavered and Sandu got closer to Jin Guangyao’s head. To his right, Song Lan had reacted with Jiang Cheng and his blade clashed with a terrible shriek against Nie Mingjue’s giant saber, Baxia.

“Don’t talk ill of the dead, or I will send you to join them.” Jiang Cheng snarled, flicking his wrist and in two moves Lan Xichen was disarmed and Sandu was at Jin Guangyao’s throat. “Every member of Jiang is worth a hundred of you.”

“Jiang Wanyin, please.” Lan Xichen said exhaustedly, he hadn’t even moved to pick up his sword. Instead he swayed unsteadily and Baxia ground against Song Lan’s weapon again to shove him back so Nie Mingjue could dash over to Lan Xichen and hold him up with a hand on his back.

“Funny how many people keep asking me for mercy after making my life hell.” But he lowered Sandu and grabbed Xichen’s sword instead. “They’re still looking for you, so wherever you were headed I suggest you get going. I left the world behind, so do whatever you want, just stay out of my village.”

He flicked the pale blue blade around to offer the handle to Jin Guangyao, and after a few curious moments the man finally took Lan Xichen’s sword and held it point down.

Jiang Cheng caught Song Lan’s eye and nodded towards the horses, turning his back on the three. He wasn’t lying, if they wanted to spend eternity fighting monsters then they could, if they wanted to go light the world on fire then whatever just stop dragging him into thi-

“Do you three have a place to go?” Xiao Xingchen’s helpful voice rang out and Jiang Cheng’s eyes met Song Lan's with horror written on both of their faces.

Xiao Xingchen no, no, no, no please-

“Sect Leader Jiang,” Xingchen said in a gentle manner, the one he used when he reminded Jiang Cheng that he had died at barely twenty and in many ways had never actually grown up all these years. “They don’t have anywhere to go.”

“I don’t care.” Jiang Cheng said, and pulled himself up onto Dancer. Xiao Xingchen grabbed ahold of her reins, bright eyes looking up at him hopefully. Jiang Cheng was weak, he knew, he knew he was so annoyingly weak to being pouted at. He blamed Jin Ling, before his brat was born Jiang Cheng was great at being a hardass.

“You took us in.” Xiao Xingchen blinked at him, looking incredibly young. He was young, even after everything he’d been through he was still so kind. He was forty at best now despite his spirit being huddled against Song Lan for ages before that, and yet he looked like the twenty year old he’d died as.

“You were different.” Jiang Cheng growled but his resolve was weakening and when he looked to see Song Lan giving Lan Xichen a pitying look, he broke. “Fine. We’ll take them with us. We don't have enough horses so someone’s going to have to walk to let Master Lan ride.”

Xiao Xingchen was already pulling his palomino around, leading her over to the suspicious three.

“Fuck my life.” Jiang Cheng groaned, letting his head fall back.

Behind him, Song Lan grunted in agreement.

#Jiang Cheng #MDZS #The untamed #Xiao Xingchen #song cover #Lan Xichen #nie mingjue #jin guangyao #meng yao #songxiao #3zun #nielanyao #Ace jiang Cheng #Jiang Cheng will learn to be nice to JGY it's just a matter of breaking down some walls #Jiang Cheng also took one look at a lost Song Lan and doing his best Xiao Xingchen and decided they're his kids despite them technically #being like two years younger than him he doesnt care these are his kids now #He's really going through it guys everyone keeps making out around him and he would like them to Leave #but also don't because he gets lonely #Yes Jin Ling is dead #FOR NOW I PROMISE #Sizhui and Lan Wangji and Wei Wuxian are also dead #FOR NOW #Wei Wuxian might secretly be not dead but I haven't decided yet so you'll find that out when I do #Jingyi is in fact a god and if i write more installments that will come up #ANyone who is dead is dead FOR NOW the intention is 100% to bring them back no one stays dead except the canon dead

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jaedreaminn · 3 years ago

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On The Bridge

Summary

The water under the bridge was luring but no as much as the boy on the bridge.

Or maybe you were just convincing yourself you liked the water because you hadn't met the boy yet...

Pairings: Renjun x fem!reader

Characters: Renjun, Doyoung «mentioned» Chenle, Taeyong.

About: Angst, recovery, comfort, semicolon, light humour, sad, Bitter-Sweet, open ending.

Word Count: 4.6k

WARNINGS

Mentions of suicide! Attempt at suicide! (Nothing graphic) Read with caution it gets heavy.

Toxic family relations.

Mentioned bullying.

Reader suffers from depression.

You sat on the thick railing of the bridge, legs dangling high above the moon lit waters. It was truly a beautiful and calming site, so peaceful and pure, the complete opposite of your thoughts.

Up on this bridge you were lost in a trance, trapped in a void of your own thoughts that were empty but at the same time raging.

You failed to notice a presence besides you so you were quite startled when a voice spoke asking you, "Why are you here?"

You blinked once at the pretty who sat next to you before calmly answering him, "To watch the water."

"You're not here to....umm..."

"Join the water?" You asked a small teasing smile creeping on you face and the boy seemed to curl into himself.

"Y-yea that" he stuttered.

"Yea I'm here to join the water." You said and he frowned, "But not today. I'll do that the moment my birthday ends" you said with a smile and he looked at you in awe.

"Leave this world a day after I arrived, won't that be cool?" You asked and he hesitated before nodding.

"It would be cool..." He said slowly sitting up straight.

"So you're here to jump too?" You asked, your words too bold and unfiltered for him.

"Oh- umm I, Y-yea" he stuttered, panicking and you smiled softly again.

"I don't think you will. You seem too cowardly to actually jump...I mean you couldn't even properly ask me if I was going to jump" you said with a shrug while the boy with blond hair (you just noticed) slowly calmed down.

"I am." He said with a small nod, "But I wasn't always scared it's just...." He trailed, biting his lip not sure whether to tell you or not.

"Just what?" you asked eyes innocently curiously, he held his breath for a minute contemplating whether to tell you or not and then sighed, "I used to sneak out and come here every night but every time my younger brother would know I was gone and would always follow me here" he said eyes glistening and you felt entrapped in his sullen gaze.

"And we'd sit here on this bridge every night talking about anything and everything. He was bubbly and carefree but always held onto my hand tightly as if he knew I would jump if he let go. But I could never tell if he knew or not because the only thing that was bluntly visible on his face was his million dollar smile." the boy said with a small twinkle in his eye.

"Where is he now?" You asked and a sad smile made its way to the boy’s soft features.

"He's shining as the brightest star in the sky" he replied, pointing up at no particular star.

"He was sick. Born a sick child, I always knew he was going to go early." the boy said and you felt sorry for him, the way he smiled sadly to himself holding the weight of losing a loved on his lean shoulders.

"I'm so"

"No don't say sorry, he lived a good life" he cut you off and for a few minutes the two of you just sat on the bridge silently, two broken souls.

"What's your name?" You finally asked and he looked hesitant before he spoke, "Huang Renjun"

"Hi Renjun I'm Kim y/n" you said offering him a smile with an enthusiastic wave.

"Hi y/n" he said with a small laugh at your gesture, which he found cute.

"So why do you still come here Renjun?" You asked and Renjun stilled, breathing slowly he spoke "I want to jump. I can't handle life anymore but every time it feels like someone's holding onto my arm..." He trailed off and you felt your heart sink, he lived only because of the memory of his brother.

"Why are you here y/n?" He asked, changing the topic.

"Me? Well...I recently shifted here with my parents. My brother stayed back but it's not like he lived with us. I hated my old school and my entire experience there. It scared me to the point I have an anxiety attack at the thought of going to any school so I'm being home schooled now. Home school isn't better though considering I'm stuck at home with the constant yelling. I'm invisible now almost as if I was never supposed to exist so that's what I'm here to do. To not exist." you said in one go biting your lip nervously at the thought of over sharing but Renjun smiled at you and you felt your nervous heartbeat calm down. You also noticed that he really was a beautiful boy because one small smile on his face looked so captivating to you.

"That's sad... I wish you didn't feel that way" he said earnestly and you felt something close to genuine happiness at that statement for a brief second.

"And I wish I was never born...it's not fair to me" you said with a sigh eyes fixed on the water again. Jumping into it and being lost in its current seemed like the most peaceful and joyful thing in the world to you. The coldness of the water and the darkness of the night wrapped around you like a blanket as you finally let go. It sounded perfect.

"What if you find a reason to live?" Renjun asked interrupting your thoughts and you frowned. There wasn't a reason, there never was going to be and even if there was one reason to live there were thousand other reasons to leave.

"What was your brother's name?" You asked changing the topic. Renjun smiled and simply answered, "Zhong Chenle" without prying any further.

And so you two bonded talking about anything and everything or nothing at all. And every night, like routine you went to the bridge and he was there. And that's how you made your first and probably your last friend.

It was on one of the more cheerful nights when Renjun was animatedly telling you about his baby brothers dolphin laugh and about how contagious it was that it had delayed his cake cutting by fifteen minutes because he couldn't stop laughing that you told Renjun when your birthday was.

"In two weeks!" Renjun exclaimed shocked, a frown plastered on his face.

"Yes in two weeks" you repeated with a small giggle at how cute his flustered self looked.

"But that's so soon" he subconsciously pouted rather cutely.

"Want to join me?" You asked even though you knew his answer.

"I would if I wasn't a coward" Renjun said with a frown and held your hand. "I'll miss you"

"At least someone will" you said with a dead laugh and Renjun frowned, for some reason he was convinced people knew you existed. And maybe they knew but if you didn't want to live it was your choice not theirs.

"My brother's in town and we used to be so close now it's only awkward small talk as if he hates talking to me" you said with a sarcastic laugh but it only sounded like a strangled cry and Renjun put a comforting hand on your shoulder not saying anything.

"And my parents...well they don't talk they yell" you scoffed, "They probably haven't even noticed I live with them by how occupied they are trying to hurt each other"

"And I never had any friends and I wouldn't call the people at my old school my friends...ever. They broke me and said that's just how they are or that I'm being dramatic. It was always just me. I'm always stuck outside as if I was never meant to be and maybe I'm not..." You said a sob escaping your lips after your outed your demons and Renjuns heart broke as he pulled you towards him and hugged you as you silently sniffed.

"Don’t worry you won't go alone, I'll come and say goodbye to you" he whispered in your ear and a small smile made its way to your face, glad that he understood you.

"I'd try to stop you but I know it's stupid to try to stop you when I myself want to jump so bad" he said as he tightened his hold around you and you lay your head on his chest. Renjun wasn't cold like the waters were but being in his embrace still brought you peace.

"How come you're waiting till after your birthday?" He asked you and a small smile made its way to your face, finally a question you wanted to answer. "Because that's the one day the yelling stops and everyone pretends like everything is fine and the one day they notice me. It's the one day I'm everyone's favourite and I want their last memory of me to be a happy one" you said, recollecting those rare happy memories as you listened to Renjuns heartbeat.

"I'll send you away happy too so you'd have one last happy memory too" he said resting his head on yours.

He was so warm but you didn't hate it as much as you did and suddenly the water looked too cold.

And so two weeks started to go by and your nights with Renjun got weirder and weirder, he would either be really talkative or extremely quiet. And not the comfortable quite you were used to, not when everything about his quite presence screamed THINKING LOUDLY. But it didn't bother you for too long.

The day of your birthday went as you predicted. Everyone was smiling and suddenly you were the center of everyone's attention. With fake smiles and happiness and peace that wouldn't last. At least their last memory of you was you smiling right? Maybe they won't feel guilty for too long because you were never supposed to exist. But at the same time you wanted them to hurt the way you did, to regret not being able to save you.

The day went by cheerful and night came, you kissed your parents good night and hugged your brother properly for the first time after he returned. You were pretty sure you shocked him a bit but it was your last good bye. You needed it. He was the one you cared for the most in your family.

Once night fell and you were sure everyone was too tired to care you creeped out towards the bridge walking there quickly in anticipation of Renjuns good bye so you frowned when you realised he wasn't there.

You looked at your phone, 11:45.

He still had fifteen minutes to arrive maybe he'd say goodbye to you then.

But it was soon 11:59 and no one had come onto the bridge other than a stray cat.

You frowned looking at the screen on your phone as tears made its way to your eyes, you were always meant to be die unnoticed and alone.

The numbers on the clock changed from 11:59 to 12:00 and you placed it down on the railing next to you as you leaned over to look at the water.

Stupid Renjun, his warmth made the cold water which you loved before seem too cold. But at least it was dark.

You placed your arms on both sides of the railings and gave yourself a slight push ready to slip and fall off but just then a hand clasped onto your arm and you turned around to look at a red faced Renjun.

"M-my brother used to...” he panted, out of breath and you looked at his pleading eyes worried. “He used to hold onto me and now I'm going to hold onto you" he said, breathing heavily from his run here.

"B-but you said you understood" you yelled anger bubbling inside of you, a frown making its way to your face, how could he stop you just because he was scared.

"I didn't understand two shits." He said sternly, standing up straight. "At first you inspired me and I thought that I'd finally have to courage to jump if I do it with you but then I didn't want to see you go....I already saw Chenle go without being able to do anything for my baby brother who wanted to live and here I was letting you go and thinking of taking my life, a life which Chenle could have never had. What an insult it would have been to his death if his brother who wasn't forced to die took his own life after his baby brother fought so much to live? And you! How could I just sit by and watch you take your life" he yelled as tears threatened to fall.

"So I decided not to come today but I care too much to not show up. So the only thing I can do right now is hold onto your arm to make sure you won't jump while talking about anything and everything until you forget about wanting to jump. Just like Chenle did for me." Renjun said hurriedly and desperately, face turning red and fresh tears falling out of his shining, determined eyes and you felt your heart sink as realisation of how real this situation was. His goal was to talk to you until you forgot why you were here but you just couldn't.

"B-but" you started to reason and Renjun shook his head. "No I'm holding onto you" he said, red eyes shining with a passion to keep you alive and you almost felt touched. Almost. This was supposed to be your escape but now one small boy with the voice of an angle has got you questioning everything? His eyes pleaded with you and he rambled about something that fell deaf to your ears as you glanced at the waters. It looked too cold and suddenly death seemed a bit scarier than before.

You closed your eyes, taking in a deep breath and you let yourself die away in the darkness. As you pressed each emotion you felt way under an invisible weight of the darkness that comforted you, that excited you, that promised you eternal peace. Maybe the water was too cold but the darkness was pulling you in and all it would take was one little push to let it consume you.

But the darkness was snatched away from you as a sudden bright light blinded your vision, it was someone's torch from their phone but you couldn't see who was holding it and neither could Renjun as he squinted trying to not look directly into the light.

"Y/n?" A voice called out and your eyes widened, in recognition.

"D-Doyoung?"

"WHAT ARE YOU DOING!" he yelled pocketing his phone and running to you, yanking you off the railing and onto the pavement of the bridge.

"Are you mad? Why would you do that! What would I do if I lost you? How could you just think of leaving like that!" He yelled at you, tears shamelessly falling out of his eyes. You noticed he looked defeated but you didn't understand why.

"I-I’m sorry" you mumbled feeling obligated to apologise, looking away biting onto you lip hard, more embarrassed than scared that he caught you.

What you didn't know Doyoung’s mind was a whirlwind of regrets and flashbacks. Of hatred for himself for not noticing sooner for not coming to your aid sooner.

For how noisy his mind was to you it was silent. Too silent. He didn't say anything and now you were scared. Scared of what would happen, scared because no matter how much you tried to predict the outcome your mind remained blank.

"Ohhh what would I do if I lost you" he finally said breaking the silence and holding onto you so tight you were surprised none of your bones broke.

"I'm sorry." He broke into a sob, "I'm sorry I didn't notice sooner. I'm sorry I didn't take you away from there with me, I'm sorry I didn’t protect you at school. I'm so sorry I couldn't do more. But please don't do this y/n" he pleaded with a broken hopeless voice holding onto you tighter, "You're my baby sister and I won't be able to live with myself if I lost you" he sobbed into your hair holding you close to him and for the first time you felt fear, fear of what would happen if you left Doyoung behind.

"I should have protected you and should have just taken you with me not waited until I could prove to our parents I had money oh god" he continued to cry and it hurt your heart, how could you forget your brother's promise to take you away and protect you and how could you forget your promise to love with him. Live with him. You couldn't hold back either, clinging onto him for life as you cried. All the pain inside you finally breaking lose as you sobbed and sobbed in your brother's arms. And suddenly all the emotions that the darkness hid were out in the open and you felt every emotion all at once and it wasn't a burden like you expected but instead freeing.

The pain from the constant bullying, the neglect, having to deal with your parents fighting and then your brother moving out. You were alone and scared and all the emotions you bottled up came pouring out all at once. You felt faint and light headed but you couldn't stop crying your soul out.

You weren't brave but a coward just leaving without really putting up a fight. You felt yourself shift as Doyoung who had stopped crying slowly sat down with you still held tightly in his arms.

You sat on the cold road, head rested on your brother's chest as you listened to his heartbeat and he caressed you head as your sobs slowly died down. You were tired and might have fallen asleep there if it wasn't for your brother's cold voice startling you back into consciousness.

"Who are you?" your brother's asked tone so cold you would have been scared to be on the receiving end of it and that's when you realised- Renjun!

"Oh I'm her.... Friend?" Renjun questioned more than answered and you smiled at the flustered boy as your brother's eyes critically scanned him.

"He's Renjun" you said pulling away from your brother's embrace deciding to end the trembling boys suffering, "He was brave enough to not join me and even braver to stop me" you said smiling at the said brave boy (who was currently trembling under Doyoungs gaze). Doyoung gave Renjun a curt nod and got up to thank him.

You tried your best to hold in your laughter as you watched them awkwardly shake hands. It was definitely a start of a very awkward relationship.

...

You blinked your eyes open, your head was killing you and you felt like you woke up from a drug induced dream. Last night was all messed up for you and you weren't sure if it was real.

You lay there on your bed feeling drained to the core and empty inside. You felt awful. Like you shouldn't have woken up today morning, yet some part of you was secretly glad.

Your thoughts were interrupted by Doyoung who barged into you room and opened your curtains filling the room with bright light, you squinted, your eyes hurting at the sudden surplus of light but for the first time you were glad it was bright rather than dark as you saw your brother standing against the light, smiling at you.

"Get dressed Renjun should be here soon" he said and marched out of your room before you could react. You forced yourself to sit up, brain still not processing a word he had said.

It was a challenge getting ready, especially since all you wanted to do today was lay in bed but you got ready and walked to the kitchen where Doyoung placed a fresh plate of pancakes in front of you.

You smiled at him, sitting yourself down and digging into your breakfast when you stopped and realised how quite it was

"Ummm Doyoung where are..." You started to ask but Doyoung cut you off, "It's like you forgot last night." He scoffed but there was a very obvious smile on his face as if he was happy. You couldn't understand why he was so happy when all you felt was empty and awful after last night.

"They have gone for couples counselling but honestly I think it'll end in a divorce" Doyoung said it so casually that you sat there with your fork hovering in front of your mouth shocked. "Don’t be so surprised. I know it sucks but I'm old enough to take care of you and I'm taking you away with me this time. Let them sort out their own problems and don’t you dare blame yourself for their failed marriage okay." He said sternly walking towards you and feeding you the pancake himself since you just sat there frozen. "And I know they're kind of messed up but they do love us and they have taken care of us, maybe not emotionally but in...other ways" he said placing a hand on your head and you nodded, dumbfounded. You wanted to say something but didn't know what to say or ask so you just sat there watching him, confused. He smiled at that. Everything was happening so quickly it was still taking you time to process it especially after last nights... whirlwind of emotions.

"You can be mad at them y/n. You can be mad at me. You can be mad at whoever okay. Feel things again." He said placing a soft kiss on your forehead as he walked to answer the door.

When did the doorbell ring?

"Oh Renjun you're here!" You heard him happily exclaim and walk back into the kitchen, followed by a shy Renjun. You looked at Renjun confused but he only gave you a shy smile.

"What's going on?" You asked after you swallowed the food that was in your mouth.

"I'm taking you two for therapy" he said so casually as if he didn't forget to mention that to you and by the looks of it he forgot to tell Renjun too.

"But my parents..."

"Renjun I spoke to them and they agreed to it" Doyoung said interrupting Renjun who seemed to have trouble believing Doyoung as he looked at him accusingly.

"Okay I fought with them and they agreed. Plus they can't stop me all the way from China if you consent to this can they?" Doyoung asked with a smug grin and Renjun looked at him in disbelief.

"What why?" You asked still confused "when did all this happen?"

"I got it all arranged last night." Doyoung casually said again as if he didn't forget to tell the two of you all of this and turned to Renjun, "Would you like some pancakes too?"

Renjun flushed in embarrassment at Doyoungs gaze and you frowned.

"But why are you suddenly so invested in all this" you asked, your tone sounding colder than you intended it to be. You regretted your words when you saw hurt flash through Doyoung’s eyes for a second.

Doyoung’s gave you a wary smile before he spoke, "When I left three years ago I wasn't in a good place. But I met good people and I got help. The three years I avoided coming home was because I took that time to heal. And I feel selfish for leaving you but I hope you'll one day understand that I needed to be stronger to take care of you. So that's what I'm doing now."

"Why are you taking me too then?" Renjun asked, eyes downcast, looking disappointed. What you didn't know was that he was disappointed. Someone else was going to take the burden of taking care of him and he didn't like that. He didn't like being a burden. He burdened his parents so much that they left him and now the same thing was going to happen with the only nice people he knew. He was beyond disappointed.

"Because you need help. I have a friend in uni, his name is Lee Taeyong." A small smile made its way to Doyoung’s face, "He helped me out in ways no one else would. He took care of me and he made sure I was okay, he genuinely cared for me even though I wasn't very nice to him. At first I found him annoying but now he's one of the most important people in my life and I don't think I would ever be able to live without him, don't tell him that though. But the thing is he came to me and helped me I didn't go to him, so now I'm going to help you no matter how much you feel like you don't deserve it Renjun. No matter how annoying you think I am." Doyoung said, stubbornness shining in his eyes and Renjun stood there shocked and taken back.

"I also knew your brother" Doyoung said shocking Renjun for the second time in the past five minutes, "He was a child prodigy at SM University, musical talents unlike any other, he was so young and so week but so jovial. His parents loomed over him taking praises given to the kid as their own but that young boy couldn't care less about them. The only thing he would talk about was his brother waiting at home for him, his brother that took care of him, who played with him, who protected him from the monsters in the closet. He spoke about his brother that held his hand when his heart hurt. He spoke about how when he was sick the medicines could never put him to sleep the way his brothers voice would." Tears made their way to Renjuns eyes as memories of everything Doyoung had mentioned came flooding into his mind but he held them back, too stubborn to let them fall.

"Every time he came he would tell us about how handsome his brother was and how talented his brother was. He would brag about how he wanted to spend his whole life being this faceless boys little brother." Renjun sniffed, roughly wiping away his tears before they could leave his eyes as he looked at Doyoung who continued to speak. "I owe it to him, a small kid that really gave me a different view and perspective on life to take care of this amazing brother" Doyoung finished speaking and Renjun broke into a sob, turning away and hiding his face. You got up from where you were seated and walked to him, wrapping your arms around his shoulder from behind, hugging him. Your heart broke every time he shook because of a sob. And that's when you knew, you knew you didn't want to continue like this. This beautiful boy deserved a happy life and so did you. You may feel like shit right now but you were going to change that and you were going to help the blond headed boy who stopped you from taking your life genuinely smile too.

"It's going to be a long journey and I know the two of you feel like it would never get better but it will. And I'll be there for the both of you during that time" Doyoung said sincerely and you looked at Renjun who looked at you through teary but hopeful eyes. You brought your hand up to Renjuns face, wiping a tear away as you felt his fingers interlock with your free hand and smiled. He smiled back at you, eyes still shining with fresh tears and you looked at Doyoung who stood at the side with an unreadable expression (but you could make out the hint of pride on his face) and you gave him a single, sharp nod. "We're going to get better." You looked at Renjun, "We're going to move forward"

"We'll take baby steps"

This is the first time I've written something so heavy so feedback would really be appreciated.

Let me know about your thoughts on this story.

It took a long while to come to a final story line/plot and even longer for me to want to post this.

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catzula · 4 years ago

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(Don't) Let me be the judge of that

a/n: enemies to lovers w Osamu. Nothing more to say.

genre: mostly fluff, enemies to lovers au, fem!reader

warnings: Osamu being an ass in the beginning, swearing, mentions of social anxiety, 5.6k

《Synopsis: Osamu Miya is too judgemental for his own good, never accepting he's simply wrong. You're here to change that.》

Osamu Miya had a habit of judging people. It would take him one look and a few seconds to decide whether he liked someone or not, the answer often being the latter. But the worst part was just how stubborn and maybe a bit self-centered Osamu was. He trusted himself a little too much, and it was impossible to change his opinion of someone after he had made up his mind, and if he didn't like someone, that was it, he would never grow to like them.

Or so everyone -including Osamu himself- thought until you entered his life.

You weren't surprised to feel the brown pair of eyes looking your way when your professor announced the project was in pairs. "Decide on your partners until the end of the hour and give me a list of the groups." He told the class and leaned back in his chair.

"Y/N!" You heard him before you saw him, a mop of bleached blond hair coming into your view right after. "Hi, Atsumu." You offered him a smile as you pocketed your phone, tilting your head when he frowned in response. "I already told you, Y/N, it's 'Tsumu to you!"

"Why?" You sighed annoyedly. Having had the conversation once before, you knew damn well he wouldn't stop until you did what he wanted, but you still chose to resist.

"Because," the boy whined, "it's a sign of our friendship. Only my friends and 'Samu call me that, and I want you to call me by my nickname, too." You chose not to talk about how he excluded his twin from his friends, knowing that would only lead to another argument.

"Who even came up with this stupid name? It doesn't make any sense, it's only one syllable shorter, and it's even harder to say!" Atsumu's warm-brown eyes narrowed. "It's not stupid!" He protested, pouting until you gave up.

"Okay, okay, whatever. 'Tsumu-kun. There, happy?"

"Tsumu." The blond corrected with a grin.

"Kun." You added (to rile him up)

"Only Tsumu, goddammit! We're close enough."

"Are we, though? We only know each other for... what? A week?"

"A month!" Atsumu gasped as he corrected you. "And it doesn't matter how long we know each other, okay? It's a matter of how well we connect." His frown got deeper when you made a face, muttering something about him being cheesy, so he decided to switch strategies.

"But you always call me by my name when we're alone, Y/N-chan." Words spoken as flirtatiously as possible, Atsumu never missed the chance to tease you.

"A-atsumu, what the fuck, don't make it sound weird!" You exclaimed, already aware of the murmurs starting to spread around the room and the eyes turning on you both.

"There we go," Atsumu grinned when he heard his name falling from your lips, "wasn't that hard, was it?"

"You just had to be a little shit." You sighed, and his grin only spread wider. "I am a little shit, aren't I? Thank god I'm handsome. Anyway, I'm writing our names down."

"It feels like we're getting married, seeing our names standing next to each other like this." He sighed, wiping the nonexistent tears from the corner of his eyes as he handed the paper to the person sitting behind you. You heard someone gasp at his words, and you never wanted to hit someone with a chair this much in your life.

"Shut the hell up!" You whisper-yelled, only feeling your anger growing when he sent you an innocent look. "What? I'm just saying-"

"I swear to god," You flared, "I'll tell everyone that one time you ran out of the library screaming when you saw a cockroach if you don't shut up." His grin disappeared as soon as you spoke the words, eyes widening and mouth shutting.

"You promised to never talk about it!" You had to admit that it did feel powerful to see him so panicked, face flushed, the sleazy look that was almost always in his eyes nonexistent and replaced with something similar to fear.

"It's up to you wether I talk about it or not." You shrugged.

~~~

"Woah, you look tired." You heard a familiar voice say as he plopped right next to you on the bench, holding a homemade bento in his hands, wrapped too neatly to be made by him.

"And whose fault is that?" You muttered, trying to conceal your murderous intent towards him. Even just thinking about your day gave you headaches. You groaned when he shrugged, focusing on unwrapping the bento box. "Yours, idiot!"

"What did I d-" You winced when he spoke after taking a big spoon of rice and showing you everything that was in his mouth.

"Your fans wont let me be! Ever since we started hanging out, it's almost like I'm being harassed."

"That's not necesarrily my fault." Atsumu shrugged, proceeding with another bite of his food.

"It is, actually. I know you like to tease me, but if you keep saying shit like 'oh look our names together, feels like we're getting married' or that fucking 'you call me by my name when we're alone' you make it worse! You know how many people came up to me and asked if we were sleeping? One even asked me if we were engaged! We've known each other for two weeks, for god's sake!"

"A month." Atsumu corrected, shutting up when you sent him a look. "That's not even the worst part. Whenever I don't give an answer, or the answer they want to hear from me, people start to-"

They started to get mean. Some even insulted you without batting an eye, speaking of how you weren't even pretty, that you had to be sleeping with Atsumu to be near him, and many fucking more.

"What?" He asked. "People started to what?" You knew he could sense how tense you were starting to get, but you always started to fight with him whenever he asked if people were bothering you, never answering his question, despite the answer being obvious.

"Nothing, its just frustrating." You shrugged, taking a bite out of your meal to stop yourself from talking -or crying-.

"Look, I can guess what's going on." Atsumu sighed, "and the only reason I can think of of you not telling me what's happening is that you don't want me to interfere, but you should tell them to piss off, already." He advised you the same stupid sentence he had been advising the past few days, ever since he noticed how his fans acted towards you.

"Yeah, thanks for the advice, jackass. It would be easier if you stopped being so extra." You muttered into your cup full of coffee, feeling a tinge of guilt, putting the whole blame on him and not admitting you probably should tell people to mind their business already.

But you just weren't the type of person that was comfortable with talking to people you didn't know or know well enough, and you certainly weren't going to tell people to 'piss off' so comfortably.

You gulped when he sighed. "Okay, sorry, you're right, and I went overboard. But I gotta go to training now. It'll end around 5 p.m, so come to my place at 6?" He raised to his feet as he took one last sip of his drink when he finished his food.

"And if anyone asks you if we're married again, you have my permission to say yes." He grinned, patting your hair twice before you rolled your eyes, but couldn't stop a giggle from escaping your lips. "Oh, thank you, gracious lord." You cried out dramatically, scoffing when he pinched your cheek. "Exactly."

~~~

"I'm going into shower." Atsumu announced as Osamu shuffled through the fridge.

"And?" The grey-haired twin asked from the fridge without pulling back, locating the eggs, and taking some out. "Do you want my help or something?

He expected an equally sarcastic comment from his brother, lifting his head as he closed the door of the fridge. "Cook for 3 today, a friend's coming over." He heard him say instead.

"A friend?" Osamu quirked his brow, ready to laugh given the punchline, but it never came.

"Yep." His twin answered instead, popping the p like some idiot middle schooler. "She's nice, you'll like her." He grinned, and Samu was already sure that wouldn't be the case. "Is this the girl ya can't stop talking about?"

Osamu couldn't say he wasn't interested since it was rare to see his brother drawn to anything but himself and volleyball, especially not to a girl. And judging by how Atsumu spoke about you, it was evident he had a particular liking to you.

The smug grin on Atsumu's face gave Osamu his answer, to which he grimaced. "don't wanna hear a fucking sound."

"She's coming over to study, you pervert! We have a project together."

"Yeah, whatever, I said what I said." Osamu shrugged, turning his back to Atsumu and started to chop the vegetables, unable to shake off the unlucky feeling pooling in his stomach.

~~~

"Oi, shit-head, does yer friend have any allergies or somethin'?" Osamu knocked on the bathroom door that had steam coming from the gap beneath it. He waited as Atsumu closed the water. "Eh, I'm not sure."

"Yer not sure? How long do you even know her?"

"A month." Atsumu answered, turning the water back on. A month? It wasn't like Atsumu didn't get close to a girl he knew for such a short time, but Osamu had never, ever seen Atsumu bring a girl home.

"Hurry up, already, what the hell are you even doing in there?!" Osamu shouted, knocking on the bathroom door and holding back an urge to kick down the door when he heard the happy humms of his brothers.

"Oi, idiot, I'm telling you- goddammit." He clenched his teeth when he heard the doorbell.

"Hurry up or you're not eating." Osamu knocked one last time before he rushed to the door to let you in.

He opened the door without thinking of opening the lights as well, and since it was well after the sun had set, he couldn't see what you looked like, but he knew he wasn't expecting- well, you.

You were bent forward, trying to undo the messy knot your shoelaces had formed when the door opened. Sending a glance at the silhouette standing at the door, you turned your attention back to untying the mess your shoes were.

"Hey, Atsumu." You muttered without taking another look, assuming it was Atsumu who had greeted you. You didn't see how Osamu's face soured, dark-grey eyes narrowing at your form with some hostility he couldn't help.

In your defense, the light wasn't on, and you hadn't taken a good look at the boy standing before you, so it wasn't exactly your fault for not realizing it was Osamu, right?

No.

Strike one.

Osamu hated when people mixed him with Atsumu. Did they not see the bright platinum gray hair, clearly different from his twins piss colored one? Osamu hadn't dyed his hair for the sake of looking nice, and he certainly hadn't sat in the hairdresser for hours long just to get mixed up with his twin again.

You had noticed your mistake as soon as you stood up and looked at the tall figure staring at you, leaning on the door frame and his arms tied on his chest almost defensively. "O-oh," Osamu heard you mutter softly, not sure as to why your voice sent goosebumps down his arms. "You're not Atsumu."

The somewhat disappointed tone of your voice made him furrow his brows. The smile you had on your lips dropped as soon as you locked eyes with the grey ones, familiar yet strange, and Osamu could feel himself getting more irked by the second.

The truth was, you weren't exactly disappointed, mostly embarrassed and a little surprised, although the unsatisfied look his eyes held kept making you even more nervous. He waited as your eyes wandered over his face, over the scowl resting on his lips, looking so mean and hostile, you found yourself taking a defensive step away from him.

"I- uh," Osamu's scowl didn't move an inch when you forced a smile at him, and you checked the time on your phone to break the eye contact. "Atsumu told me to come by at 6, and... is he- is he home?"

"Yeah," The boy talked for the first time, and you noticed how his voice was deeper than his twin's. It was nicer, too, you thought. "He's in the shower, though he should be-"

"Y/N, you're here!" You heard the twin you were familiar with speak your name, standing in the entrance, hair still wet and dripping with excess water.

"Don't get cocky, I'm here for the project." You rolled your eyes with fake annoyance, unsuccessful at hiding your smile. Osamu felt something in him shift as he watched the change in your demeanor, feeling- what, jealous?

"You met 'Samu?" Atsumu approached you, not missing the tension hanging in the air. "Y/N, this is the inferior twin, 'Samu, as you can also tell. And 'Samu, this' Y/N." He introduced you, making you laugh awkwardly, but Osamu kept his glower.

"Don't mind him, he can be an asshole sometimes." Atsumu whispered at you, which anyone even passing by outside the house could hear. "Look at who's talking." You told him with a snarky quirk of a brow, making Atsumu frown. "Mean."

The blond pulled you towards the living room, making you settle on the couch and plopping next to you. Osamu caught the glance you sent his way when he didn't sit, leaning against the wall that was across you, instead, and you found he still had that frown that seemed to be imprinted on his face.

Osamu's frown was deepening on his lips at how comfortable you looked next to Atsumu, the friendly banter you had the exact opposite of how uncomfortable you looked next to Osamu. Maybe it was the natural competitiveness that came with having a twin, but Osamu hated this feeling. Why couldn't you smile at him like that, too? Yeah, maybe he was acting like a dick, but wasn't Atsumu also?

"Go dry your hair, idiot, you'll get sick!" Osamu heard you tell his twin, watching you hit him with the nearest pillow. "Hm?" Atsumu turned to you with a grin, leaning towards you for easy access to his hair. "I thought ya could do it for me?"

Osamu watched you with interest as you glared at his twin with annoyance. "I hope you get sick." You narrowed your eyes at him. "If you keep this attitude around other people, I'll kick you."

"Alright, alright, I won't flirt with ya when other people are around." Atsumu grinned, and Osamu felt his appetite vanishing. "I'll just leave." He muttered to himself, closing the door behind him just after hearing your answer to his twin.

"Don't flirt with me, ever?"

You had spoken it with such genuine annoyance that if you had listened closely, you could hear Osamu laughing from the other side of the door.

So, the meeting with his twin was anything but successful.

Osamu was very blunt with how much he hadn't liked you, his glare reminding you of the ones Atsumu had whenever his fans approached him, cold and cruel.

Grey was clearly the superior choice, though, that you found yourself thinking as you gazed at the blond. "What? Lost in my handsomeness?" Atsumu teased you when he noticed you weren't paying attention to the project. You had to hold yourself back physically before you said something along the lines of how his twin was hotter, but you knew he wouldn't talk to you ever again, so you shut your mouth and took the teasing.

Luckily, Osamu was barging through the door before Atsumu could continue, bored-looking eyes finding you two where he had left you. "Dinner's ready." He told you and left the room.

"Food," Atsumu salivated, jumping on his feet the moment he heard his brother, ready to sprint to the kitchen. You shuffled awkwardly in your place when you felt his warm-brown gaze on you, expecting you to stand up, as well, and eat.

"I- uh," you muttered. "I'm not really hungry, and I ate before I came here." Lies. "Can't we just finish this project instead?"

Strike two.

Just as he started to think you weren't horrible, Osamu gasped from the other side of the wall when he heard you (the walls were thin), his teeth clenching in annoyance. Really? Did you prefer doing a fucking project over his food? The food he had cooked?

Osamu was never a forgiving person, but this- this was something he could never forgive, he decided on the spot.

"Oh, come on, stop bein' a baby." Atsumu told you, pulling you by your hand on your legs, he knew you well to understand you were hesitating to go there because of his brother. Or more as he was making you nervous and you would rather not eat than go in his presence. "Osamu's the best cook around, you'll see." He joked so you could relax a little, making you giggle nervously.

Strikeout.

Osamu flinched at the words, eyes narrowing on you as you entered the kitchen. Did you doubt his abilities?

You thanked the boy as he placed your plate in front of you, steaming hot food, smelling so good that you wanted to bury your face in it, but the grey gaze hovering over you was making you so nervous that it made it impossible for you to take even a small bite.

"Do ya like it?" Atsumu asked you, noticing how you were nudging the food with your fork without eating. You flinched in your place, your friends' voice pulling you out of your thoughts and back to reality, to which you mustered a smile and nodded. "Yeah! Yeah, it's- it's delicious. Thank you." You turned back to Osamu, who scoffed at your words, causing you to frown.

You could tell he didn't like you one bit, even though you weren't sure as to why, but you discarded the thought. He was free to like or dislike you, which, in this case, was the latter, though it stung a little since you thought he seemed nice when- well, when he didn't frown at you.

He seemed like the type you would either get along or hate mutually.

He had obviously chosen the latter, and both Atsumu and you could feel the almost hateful air coming from Osamu as he glanced at you with a disinterested, blank face. "Did ya have a bad day or something, 'Samu?" Atsumu broke the silence, and you felt like you could finally take a breath. "You look like someone kicked ya in the nuts."

"Fuck off, 'Tsumu."

"Nah, you've been acting like a dick all day. What's with ya today?"

"I said fuck off!" Osamu warned his twin another time, this time successfully silencing the blonde.

"Thank you," You broke the awful silence that followed Osamu's voice. "The food was delicious." You told him after you finished your food. You could still feel his gaze over you as you placed your plate in the sink and retreated to the living room.

"Your brother didn't like me very much, did he?" Osamu heard you mutter to his brother after he had left, too, feeling a fracture of guilt in his chest as he caught the disappointment in your voice.

"It's just... 'Samu. Don't worry about it." Atsumu told you, closing the door behind you.

Osamu was hesitant to knock on the living room door.

It had been about two hours since you had gone in, and knowing his brother- he couldn't be sure as of what's to happening.

"Oi, 'Tsumu!" He barged in the room, discarding the thoughts before he gave up.

"Shut up." Atsumu whispered, eyes lifting from his phone screen for a second and glancing at you. You, who was lying on the sofa and- sleeping?

"She fell asleep." Atsumu grinned at his brother's questioning gaze. "I'll carry her back to the car. Can you drive her home?"

Osamu didn't hold back his snicker when Atsumu's voice dropped volume as he asked the favor from his brother, still not able to admit to himself the defeat.

"Your hair is still wet, idiot," Osamu mumbled, his eyes wandering over your figure. "And I will not take care of you if you go out and get sick."

"What?" Atsumu grinned mockingly. "Are you gonna carry her then? Be a hero for the girl you've been acting like an ass all day? What the fuck was up with you today?"

"I don't like her." Osamu shrugged.

"She's not the kind of girl you think of her as." Atsumu quickly responded, already aware of what his twin had decided about you. Atsumu knew Osamu too well, his stubbornness even more, so he wasn't exactly surprised when he shrugged.

"Let me be the judge of that, and I don't have to like her."

"Whatever, you do you. But you know, you don't have to dislike her just because she's my friend, too."

Osamu stood silent, eyes falling back on you. He knew Atsumu was partly right, but he had his reasons not to like you, right? Osamu pocketed his car keys, nodding at his twin and lifting you off the couch.

Atsumu grinned at the audible gulp his twin took when you shifted uncomfortably in Osamu's arms, snuggling your body closer to him, your hand fisting his shirt unconsciously.

You woke up with Osamu hovering over you, and it took you a second or two to notice you were in a car and he was tying your seatbelt. He was so close, yet so careful not to touch you, his smell -a different perfume than his brother's- filling your newly awakened senses with him, him, him. Your eyes met his when he tied it and pulled back, a brow quirking up as his frown settled on his lips.

"Did I wake you up?" He muttered as he retreated to his seat, running his fingers through his hair as he fixed his mirror, pushing back the few stray strands back from his face. Osamu turned back to you when you stood quiet, a sarcastic smile quirking his lips upwards, but it fell as soon as you talked.

"Wh- uh, where's Atsumu?"

Osamu clenched his teeth, not knowing why it angered it so much that his twin was the first thing that came to your mind as soon as you woke up.

"Home." Osamu gritted through his teeth. "I'm dropping you home, 'Tsumu gave me the address."

He glanced at you when you stood silent. "He doesn't have a license." Osamu couldn't help but add, a feeling stirring in him when you laughed at that. "So he failed the exam and you passed? That must've been a blow on his ego."

"Oh, you have no idea." Osamu found himself laughing with you.

Silence. He could feel your growing anxiety, and you could tell he was nervous as well, the taps of his fingers on the stirring wheel echoing in the car. His hair reflecting the colors coming from the road, yellow, red, and green, the features of his face illuminated, you thought he looked too handsome to be true.

"Why are you friends with him?" Osamu blurted out after a few seconds of silence, but the question didn't seem to surprise you. "Why is anyone friends with anyone?" You teased.

"Atsumu isn't exactly the type people wanna be friends with."

"Hm," he heard you humm thoughtfully, not answering the question. "If we're asking questions, well, here's one. Why don't you like me?"

He could feel your light gaze on him as he kept his eyes on the road. It wasn't if he liked you or not, but you asked him why. He found himself wondering where that annoying meak girl he had met inside went. "And you don't like me."

"No," you answered honestly, which he found amusing. "You're mean."

"And 'Tsumu isn't?"

He turned to you when you shrugged. "Well, Atsumu is, too. But there is a difference, you know."

"And what is that?"

"He's a naturally mean person." You explained as if it made perfect sense. "He's just mean, he doesn't try to be meaner or nicer. You, on the other hand," you looked at him. "I don't think you're naturally mean, not as much as him, at least. I think you're purposefully being mean, and thats why I don't like you."

You met his eyes when Osamu turned his eyes from the road to you when the car stopped at the red light, grey eyes glistening with reds and yellows from the road. Your eyes followed the small smile that appeared on his lips, and you couldn't help yourself from thinking how soft they looked. How much more handsome he looked with a smile, even with one as cruel as he had now.

"I just don't like you." He told you with as much spite as possible, not sure why he was deliberately trying to hurt you. His brows furrowed when you laughed at his answer, instead.

"You certainly aren't the first."

"What does that mean?" He asked without missing a beat, the tension now almost solidifying in the air. His heart was hammering in his chest, eyes watching your smiling lips as he waited for your next words, your chest heaving in sync with his, and you were so close, so close that if he leaned even just a little-

"You only met me today, Osamu-kun." He felt goosebumps climbing his back as he heard his name from your lips for the first time. "You know me for what, a few hours at most, and here you are telling me you just don't like me." The cynical tone of your voice made him send you a glare, his hands working over the gear when the red illuminating the car turned green.

"People like you do this a lot, you know. Judge people by one or two mistakes they do, not even anything major, but things you don't like, and deem them unworthy of your time. And how much I hate it when they boast about it, too. What, do you think you're so perfect? Don't you ever make any mistake?"

"People like me?" Osamu repeated, uncharasterically silent after all those words you had spat. "Yeah, shallow people." You answered, but you weren't looking at him anymore as you tapped the window instead. "We're here."

You were silent as he stopped the car, pulling to the side, and watched you open the door. "You know," he finally spoke, rolling down his window before you were too far. "You say I judge people so quickly, but you did a full-blown analysis just now, and you say I'm the one to judge quick?"

"Tell me, Osamu." You bent forward a little, leveling your face with his. "If you can promise me that you didn't think, ah, I know this type of girl, even once tonight, I'll take it all back and apologize to you."

You smiled when he stood quiet.

"Goodnight, Osamu. Thank you for the ride." You told him before walking back to your house.

"Ya know, with the amount of time you spend here, you may as well move in." Osamu told you gruffly, eyeing you from his side of the couch. Your eyes followed him as he took a bite out of his food, adam's apple bobbing up and down.

"I'll move in as soon as you leave." You answered with a fake smile, turning your eyes away from his as soon as you realized you were staring, hoping he hadn't noticed, but he had.

"Yer sure ya want me to leave?" He quirked a brow at you, making you grimace. "Never been more sure."

It had been about a month since you met Osamu, and it was like this ever since. Osamu never missed the chance to take a jab at you, or he couldn't sleep. You never backed down from it either, the fights going back and forth until either Atsumu got bored and pulled you away or one of their friends called you out.

You didn't enjoy it like they thought you did. In fact, it was getting tiring and annoying, but you couldn't stop yourself from taking a jab at Osamu whenever he shot you a remark.

He looked at you when you sighed, brows quirking up in a silent question. "When's Atsumu gonna be here?"

Atsumu had told you to come to his place that day, telling you he would be there in a few minutes after you and he had something to do, but as always, he was late at least an hour, and you were now stuck with his brother.

"I'll just go home and meet you up later." You had told the blonde, but he had insisted you stay.

"Have you ever seen 'Tsumu come somewhere not at least two hours late? I bet he won't be here for at least an hour more." Osamu chuckled. "I'm hungry." He added right after, eyes finding yours.

"And? You need me to cook?" You snickered, not expecting him to stay silent, looking at you for a few more seconds and rolling his eyes as he turned around and went to the kitchen.

Your brows furrowed in confusion at the antic. Surely Osamu wasn't- he wasn't asking you if you wanted something, was he?

"At least open a movie or something as we wait." Osamu muttered from the kitchen.

"Do you have something on mind?" You asked, feeling weird at how soft he suddenly was acting. "No, pick one."

"Okay," you muttered to yourself, emphasizing the 'o'. You thought of opening a volleyball match, Atsumu always liked it when you did, and maybe he would- no, why were you even thinking of what he would like? He told you to open whatever, hadn't he?

Still, despite reasoning with yourself, you were jittery as you opened a random comedy show from Netflix. Trying to focus your thoughts on the show playing, you did your best not to think about the silver-haired boy inside, failing miserably by how your mind wandered to him and the odd way he was acting today.

"Say, ya never gave me an answer as to why yer friends with 'Tsumu." He entered the room, carrying a tray with two plates and forks inside. The crooked smile on his lips was making your heart beat twice as fast, even though you didn't want to admit it, and the way he focused on holding the tray on balance, the slight crease between his furrowed brows. Osamu Miya was too handsome for his own good.

"Thanks," you muttered half-heartedly as you took the plate from him, not even aware it was an olive branch he was sticking out. Osamu's face fell when you didn't spare him or his food another look. "You never gave me an answer of why you don't like me, so I guess we're even." You laughed, smile wavering when he didn't laugh along.

He sighed, eyes glancing at you and then back at his hands. It made you antsy, making you feel like something was wrong.

"You chose this to watch?" He turned back to the not answering you. He shifted in his place when you hummed, "I can change it i fyou want." The way he hadn't made fun of your choice of the movie yet, was too uncharacteristic of him.

"No, its okay." He answered instead, ending the conversation -if you could even call this one. You ate in silence, tv playing in the background, though neither of you cared of it, your gaze meeting now and then until you couldn't take it.

"What is wrong with you?" You couldn't help but blurt out, turning the TV off and facing him. You watched him as he quirked his brow up, looking at you questioningly even though he knew what you meant.

"What is wrong with me?" He repeated.

"Why are you being nice?"

He turned back to face the tv after a beat of silence, looking somewhat... shy? What the-

"Wh-what was that?" You asked when he mumbled something, the answer so silent that it was inaudible. "I said," Osamu repeated, eyes still focused on his plate. "You told me you didn't like me because I- uh, I was rude."

His voice was still uncharacteristically quiet, but this time you heard him loud and clear. That didn't mean you understood it, though.

"What do you mean?" He heard you ask, your voice laced with something resembling suspicion, you scoffed when he stood quiet, standing up to your legs and picking your plate off from the table. "If you're trying to tell me you want me to like you, I'm not buying it."

"You're not buying it?" He repeated, mirroring your movements and standing up, making you realize how much taller he was than you. The way he was looking at you- what was it, hurt? No, it couldn't be. Anger would be more like it.

"Is there no way of winning with you?" He asked, following you to the kitchen and placing his plate a little too roughly on the counter. "You say you don't like me because I'm rude. I try to be nice and you fucking ask me what's wrong with me? What do you want me to do, disappear?"

Now, there was no denying that Osamu was, indeed, hurt, as his face soured when you stood quiet, staring at him blankly at his question. "So you hate me this much." He muttered to himself, running his fingers through his hair.

"I don't know why you expected me to like someone who has been nothing but rude to me since the moment we met." You shrugged, but a part of you wanted to tell him it was a lie, and despite everything that you- well, you liked him.

The glare he sent your way was enough to make you choke on the breath you took, taking a step forward to you, close enough for you to feel dizzy with his scent.

"Well, that concludes it, I guess. This was stupid, anyway." Osamu muttered, but he was so close- so close that you could almost feel the heat radiating from him, your eyes fixated on his lips, and if you just leaned forward- a few millimeters was all there was.

"What was- what was stupid?" You whispered, noticing his gaze was also wandering on your lips. Your heart suddenly started thundering in your chest, and you couldn't even ask yourself what's happening? What are you doing?

"This," Osamu breathed against your lips, his gaze so intense over you that it sent chills down your spine. He finally leaned forward, doing what you wanted but couldn't do, the word "apologizing," being the last thing you hear before you felt his lips on yours.

It was a soft kiss, nothing similar to how you thought Osamu would kiss -not that you had thought on it, or so you told yourself-, this kiss was deeper, irrational, amazing.

"Do you always apologize to people by kissing them?" You asked when he pulled back, smirking at the way your chest heave, feeling a tinge of pride at how breathless he had left you.

"Hm?" He hummed, not wiping that damn smirk off of his face, it even grew wider when he noticed you pressing your fingers on your lips, still in shock, "I don't apologize to people."

It was true.

No one had ever seen Osamu Miya change his opinion about something, about someone. He would never admit he was wrong yet apologize.

But here he was, standing before you -just as breathless as you were- apologizing.

"Maybe you should apologize more." You told him with a sly smile, to which he happily complied.

"I wanted to make peace." He told you, sitting on the couch right beside you, refusing to look at you, though. "I've been trying to act nice for a while now, but you seem to- you don't like that."

"A while?" You repeat. "You were never nice to me!"

"I was trying." His brows furrowed at your protest. "But you always had something snarky to say, and I couldn't just stay silent, could I now?"

"But- what? You were always the one who started them!"

"Was I?" He asked, giving you the time to think, watching your face in disbelief fall into a look of 'fuck, he's right.'

It was you who started the fights, despite thinking it was him all this time. Upon recognizing that, you started to see the times he actually was nice to you, which you had always discarded or turned a blind eye.

Biting your lip guiltily, your turned to him. "I might... owe you an apology." You muttered, very aware of how his eyes glinted, gaze falling back on your lips. "Well," he told you, smiling. "I can't disagree."

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tinyboxxtink · 3 years ago

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"Not My Yacht" *Chapter 1?*

So this is interesting:

So "Not My Yacht" was my very first fic. Like, I'm talking VERY VERY first.

So when I started asking around about ideas for a new series, a few of my lovelies went through my one shots and this story and "Doodling" got some good votes.

So, I decided to include the one shot and just added to it for a POTENTIAL new series. We'll see how this chapter goes over.

Also I'll be including Rita Calhoun in this for the FIRST time ever, so I may need assistance from @storiesofsvu to get her voice right. I did my best here. I'll be honest I've never really watched her, just that one where that guy blackmailed her or something.

Also Also, if it wasn't obvious enough this is obviously the beginning of the SVU episode "Her Negations".

I don't want to give anything away because I haven't even really thought that far, but I'm 95% sure this is going to turn in a William Lewis situation fic. So...pretty dark. I'm just warning you NOW.

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And yes, the results are in. There is a part 2!

You breathed in the salty air of the sea of the sunny South Hampton shore; It was a beautiful day for a yacht party.

You walked along the pier as you got closer to your boss’s boat: The Crime Wave. Her husband’s idea of a funny name she claimed as she had invited people from the office to this soiree. You were lucky to even get an invite, just being the assistant to the owner of the law firm. “Who else is going to help me dodge boring conversations with men who just wanted a "free ride” on the bosses boat?“ She had teased you; or at least you hoped she was kidding.

You really wanted to just relax and mingle among the elite lawyers of NYC, seeing as you wanted to be one of them someday.

You saw your boss, Rita Calhoun waving you down as you reached the dock space.

"Ah! There you are, for a minute I thought I’d have to mix my own drinks!” She laughed with a wink. You laugh nervously, unable to discern if she was kidding.

“Calm down sweetie, I’m a big girl. Besides, I like to make them myself, strong,” she laughed again, patting your shoulder. Crap had your face looked that panicked? Keep it cool!

“Go ahead, enjoy yourself. I’ll be here, making sure none of those damn punks tries to sneak on here for free booze,” she scoffed, nodding to a group of highly dressed teens playing chicken on the shoreline.

You nodded with a half laugh, stepping onto the yacht. It was a decent size, a second level deck and a very spacious main level. Not a lot of people had arrived yet, so you decided to pick a spot on the yachts back bench area before all the seating was taken. You began removing your over clothes revealing your swimming wear when you hear Rita greet someone else.

“Ah, Barba. You know we have flare guns on board,”

You turn to see the ADA of New York, Rafael Barba. He’s dressed in a windbreaker and what could be either a dark red or salmon polo. You realize Mrs. Calhoun is referring to the almost neon yellow color of the windbreaker, and you can’t help but giggle. It must have been way too loud because they both turn to you which caused you to immediately shut up and go back to undressing and laying out your towel, but ever so slightly still honed in on the conversation.

“You can never be too careful Rita, who knows how many enemies I’ve made in this town; someone might throw me over,” he smirked.

“And anyone here could make it look like a very convincing accident….even my aspiring protege over there,” Rita nods over to you, knowing full well what you were doing.

Barba turned and looked at you, your body frozen in mid towel thrust. You didn’t know whether to throw it over yourself or just run off the boat right there.

“I know it’s an awful jacket dear, you don’t have to keep staring at him.” She called over to you. God why did she have to be so….her.

“Jesus Rita give the girl a break, or did you invite her just to torture her on unbillable hours?” Barba scoffed with a half smile, walking over to you.

“Is it really worth the minimum wage to put up with her?” He asked.

“Mmm…it’s more for the experience, honestly.” You replied surprisingly smoothly.

“Oh….well I mean I could give you the experience without–” He started but was interrupted by your boss’s loud exclaiming.

“Yeah I’ll BET you’d give her experience Barba! Stop hitting on my intern and mingle with the adults.”

If you could dig a hole straight through the boat into the ocean you would do it right then and there.

“…..Without THAT.” He rolled his eyes, lightly flipping her the bird behind his back. You see her respond with a laugh then turns her attention back to the guests boarding.

“She’s probably been drinking since she got on the boat, yeah?” He asked you.

“I…I don’t know I just got here….” You managed to squeak out as your towel strayed from your hands. Barba grabbed it and helped you reposition it on the bench.

“Kinda windy for a yacht party, but Rita will take any chance to celebrate anything remotely resembling a boost to her ego. Am I right?” He chuckled, before sitting down on your towel.

“Just to keep it from blowing away, do you mind?” He asked, gesturing for you to join him. You nodded a boisterous “NO”, plopping next to him on the bench.

“I’m Rafael Barba,” he extended his hand to you, which you took and shook gently, praying to God he didn’t notice you were literally shaking. You had probably had the biggest crush on him since you started working with Mrs. Calhoun, he was constantly in her office challenging her with warrants and favors.

“Oh yeah I know,” you blurted out, mentally facepalming immediately.

“I see….” He raised an eyebrow. “And you are….?”

You were about to answer when his phone went off. He answered it putting one finger up and mouthing the words “one second.”

“Barba. Yeah….what? Seriously, Olivia? On a Sunday?!” He groaned into his phone with an exaggerated eye roll. He raised his hand and ran it over his face begrudgingly as he talked.

“Yeah….alright, fine. Yeah I’ll be there, give me an hour. I’m in the Hamptons. Because it’s my day off, Liv! Do you think I lock myself in my office over the weekends like a vampire in a coffin? Yeah…I’m sorry, I just…” He glanced at you.

“I was enjoying my Sunday.” He gave you a small sad smile.

“Yeah. Ok. See you soon.” He hung up the phone with an exasperated sigh.

“I’m sorry, I gotta go back to the city. Don’t let Rita push you around too much, okay?” He chuckled, rubbing the top of your head like a puppy. You felt your face scrunch up in annoyance, seriously? He thought of you as a kid?!

He obviously noticed, and quickly held out his hand again very sternly.

“Sorry, future counselor.” He said in an overly serious tone, and you couldn’t stop yourself from giggling. Again. Like an idiot.

Relieved he had fixed his faux paux, he gave you one last beautiful Barba grin as he jogged over to Rita and told her something before nodding to you once again, then walked off the boat and disappearing down the pier.

Your boss sauntered over to you, a shit eating grin across her face.

“Well Cinderella, you sure kept that cool.” She gestured for your phone beside you.

“Be sure to tell him your name this time,” she winked, handing it back to you. You glanced down at it as she walked away; she had added a number to your contacts.

“BHole Barba.” You laughed out loud. Nice. Maybe she wasn’t such a horrible boss after all….

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By Monday you still hadn’t had the balls to text Rafael Barba. You had just stared at the number in your phone, imagining all the possibilities contacting him would lead to. You may have gotten so far as planning your summer wedding in the Hamptons, but nobody needed to know that.

But you had chickened out and left it alone, and now you were sitting at your desk typing up a memo for Rita when you saw him come waltzing through the door.

“Ah, Cinderella!” He smiled at you.

“Hey…” Your mind went blank, you couldn’t think of words. Wait, had he already given you a nickname?

“Cinderella?” You blinked in confusion.

“Well I never caught your name-- But I guess I shouldn’t even push it, you’ve clearly moved on and I must seem like a creep,” His train of thought proceeded out loud as he realized you hadn’t taken his number and here he was still flirting with you. Rita had given it to you, he had seen her type it in your phone. Obviously you weren’t interested, why was he pushing this?

“What? NO!” You said a little louder than you intended, actually a lot louder than you intended. You slapped your hand over your mouth after your little outburst, but to you relief he was still smiling.

“Oh? Well I suppose that’s good…” He was obviously fishing for your excuse as to why you had waited until he popped back in your face to talk to him.

“No, I um--” You racked your brain for an excuse that wasn’t “I was busy planning our lives together”.

“I….couldn’t think of something interesting to say,” You finally admitted with a pitiful sigh. You were not a good liar, and under pressure, forget about it.

Again, he still smiled-- but this time he laughed along with it.

“I mean, ‘Hello’ is always an option,” He chuckled. “Or...your name?”

“Oh!” Idiot. You hadn’t even given him your name, how was he supposed to fall madly in love with you without a name?

“Y/N,” You stuck your hand out awkwardly, Was this a ‘shake hands’ moment? Hadn’t you already met before? You stared at your hand as you moved it slightly back and forth, arguing with yourself whether or not this was necessary. Luckily, Rafael settled the argument by taking your hand and shaking it firmly.

His hands were so soft, his long fingers enveloped yours in them. You lost yourself in the moment, and before you knew it he was making an uncomfortable cough, snapping you back to reality. You dropped his hand and snapped yours back into your body like a zip cord, your face in a horrified stare.

“Oh God, I’m so sorry, that was so weird. I’m weird. I’m--”

“Well I don’t know what you were so worried about Cinderella, you’re clearly a chatterbox,” He gave you a tongued smile, referring to the word vomit you just couldn’t help spill all over him.

“Oh yeah, I’m a total word machine,” You laughed nervously. A word machine? What the fuck was that?

“...Word machine. Right,” He nodded in amusement. “Well word machine, would you mind shooting some words to my phone, or do you just enjoy this face to face thing?”

“With that face? Definitely the latter. But you can have my number anyway,” You typed a quick message and sent it to his number. Damn that was smooth! How did you do that?

Rafael made an impressed face with your line, but when he opened his phone his brows furrowed.

“Hit?” He gave you a curious look as he read the text out loud.

“Fuck it was supposed to be ‘hi’-- stupid autocorrect,” You muttered angrily. Yeah, that was more like you.

“Oh yes, the dreaded autocorrect,” He nodded while saving your number. “Turning fucks into ducks since 2011,”

“Oh I didn’t have a phone in 7th grade but I’ll take your word for it,” You laughed, but stopped when his face twisted into a mix of horror and discomfort when he realized how young you actually were.

Dammit. Why...why would you do this?

“....Right, is Rita in?” He quickly shoved his phone back in his pocket and headed into Rita’s office before you could answer.

“...Idiot!” You yelled at yourself as your hands went over your face and your face planted into your desk.

Well, that was nice while it lasted. All 2.5 seconds of it.

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“Well Barba, about time,” Rita smirked as Rafael abruptly burst into her office trying to get away from you. “Done flirting with the intern are we?”

“Shut up,” He rolled his eyes, though his face was a deep shade of red.

“Oh no, what happened? Did your dentures fall out in front of her?” She smirked.

“I’m younger than you!!” He scoffed.

“Yeah but I’m not the one trying to boff a 25 year old,” She smirked harder, making Rafael angrier.

“Can I just get the warrant I came here for, Rita?” He huffed.

“Oooh, struck a nerve there, did I?” Rita chuckled as she grabbed some papers from her desk and started to hand them to him. “Barba, for the record I’m really not judging you. If I were 20 years younger, I’d hit it too,”

“Excuse me?”

“I had a lot of ‘cats’ in college,” She winked.

“Wow,” Rafael held up his hands. “Rita, we really don’t need to be that personal.”

“Fine, but all I’m saying is if you like the girl, don’t let a stupid thing like age deter you. Don’t tell her I said this, but she’s actually very competent and organized. I would almost prefer her not to graduate, unless she'd come work for me. She’s going to be a hell of a lawyer,” She gestured outside to your desk.

Rafael looked at the ground as he mulled over what she was saying, a small smile crawled across his lips as she complimented your potential.

“I’ll take that under advisement, Mrs. Calhoun,” He nodded as he walked towards the door with the papers in his hand, a huge smile across his face now.

He walked out to find you cursing at yourself and whimpering in embarrassment at your desk. When you heard the door shut you snapped to attention and stared at him, shocked he hadn't sprinted out of the office like Usain Bolt. Even more shocking was that Cheshire cat grin now upon his face.

“I-I’m sorry, I totally meant I was--” You tried doing math trying to make yourself reasonably older.

“It’s fine,” He chuckled as he put a hand over your counting fingers. You blushed at the touch of his skin on yours again, but quickly shoved your hands under the desk nervously as you tried not to look him square in the eye. His eyes were so gorgeous you were positive staring straight into them would actually get you pregnant.

“So does Rita ever unchain you from this desk?” He smirked as he was now very aware and very amused at how nervous he made you. He may be old, but clearly he’s still got it.

“Oh yeah, if I ask very nicely she let’s me--” You tried to think of something witty, but it wasn’t coming with him staring at you with those eyes. “....Yes,” You wanted to put your hands over your face but you didn’t want it to be a ‘thing’.

“Well, maybe if you’re an extra good girl she’ll let you off your leash early tonight,” He winked.

“....Am I a dog or a toddler in that situation?” You were genuinely asking, but Rafael clearly realized how insulting that must have seemed.

“Oh no no no, I just, shit,” He tried to backtrack but if he was being totally honest, you made him nervous. Maybe he didn’t have ‘it’ as much as he thought.

You noticed he was the one blushing now, oh my god were you making him nervous? QUICK, BE SMOOTH. BE SMOOTHER THAN YOU’VE EVER BEEN IN YOUR LIFE.

“Are you asking me out, counselor?” You did your best “sultry “voice with a bat of your eyes. Were you batting them too much? What was too much? Oh god you’ve done it for too long now. STOP BATTING.

“...I don’t know, guess you’ll have to wait for me to text you, future counselor,” He was impressed by the line, and decided to bow out before either of you made idiots of yourselves again. He gave you a wink and sauntered out of the office.

Great. Now he’ll probably make you wait two days for a--

*BEEP*

Your phone went off in your desk. You pulled it out to see a text message:

BHOLE BARBA: Dinner? Tonight?

You really needed to change his contact name. But that wasn’t the point right now. He just asked you out. Rafael Barba just asked you out. You stared at in your hands, unsure of what to do. Then you realized you couldn’t do this again, you couldn’t just sit there and imagine things, this required an immediate response.

You nervously typed a reply and hit SEND:

Sire ;)

“DAMMIT!!!” You cursed your autocorrect. You instantly sent another text.

Sure***

Before you could lecture yourself again, your phone beeped again:

BHOLE BARBA: Play

Play? What did that--

BHOLE: Okay** ;)

You typed the word ‘okay’ into your text reply bubble, ‘play’ came up in the autocorrect word list.

He was joking with you. He was flirting with you. RAFAEL BARBA WAS FLIRTING WITH YOU.

This work day could not end fast enough.

#rafael barba #rafael barba x you #rafael barba x reader #rafael barba fanficton #law and order svu #law and order svu fanfiction #not my yacht #raul esparza

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taxicabinmemphis · 4 years ago

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"It’s really scary for me when you do things like this." either prinxiety or analogical w/Virgil saying that about the other side talking badly about themself/being really destructive (like toward themself) and saying things like 'no one cares about me' or 'thomas doesn't need me' or other similar things. :) I'm really on a roll with the angst :)

hi so choosing which ship took a while sorry...it’s pretty much pre-romantic but I guess you could interpret it as platonic if you really wanted to (but actually maybe not who knows idk) (edit: someone said in tags that it can be interpreted as platonic. sweet.)

(tw swearing, arguing (no yelling but virgil gets pretty upset))

Virgil could only watch with fear and sadness as Logan sunk out.

The conversation between the group was nowhere near over, but Logan took that second as his time to leave.

In truth, the logical side thought that he should have left earlier. Or, maybe he should’ve never attended the meeting. It’s not like they’d listen anyway.

But Virgil was now more anxious than usual. He was scared, even. This discussion no longer had the embodiment of Thomas’ voice of reason. Logan wasn’t even on Virgil’s side in this discussion (at least, not completely), but he still didn’t want Logan to leave. In Virgil’s past experiences, Logan was usually right. And, him leaving normally made things worse.

Virgil couldn’t help but wonder if Logan’s opinion was the one they should have gone with. Obviously, his was safer, but Logan’s....

The anxious side impatiently waited for the end of the conversation.

When it did eventually end, he immediately sunk out with the explanation of needing to take a nap.

He appeared outside Logan’s door, knocking as soon as it came into view. He had been waiting to be able to speak to the logical side for a while at this point and was done with patience.

Virgil heard someone close a book behind the door. Nothing else, though, so Virgil knocked again.

“Open up, Pocket Protector,” he said impatiently.

“I do not wish to be in the presence of others at this time,” Logan spoke softly.

Virgil rolled his eyes despite his heart cooing at the delicacy of Logan’s voice. “Too bad. As long as you're not like, indecent or anything, I’m coming in.”

Virgil didn’t hear a response to his statement so he swung the door open. His eyes scanned the room until they fell on Logan, humbly sitting at his desk with a book in his lap. His arms rested on top of the paperback novel.

Virgil’s eyes narrowed on the smart side and he made his way over to the well-used desk. He leaned against it, crossing his arms across his chest and giving Logan a stern look.

“Why’d you leave?” Virgil asked.

Logan didn’t meet Virgil’s gaze and didn’t answer immediately.

“I haven’t got all day, nerd,” Virgil said. “It may be refreshing to see your face but I still need a damn good explanation for your departure.”

Logan was surprised by the first half of his final statement, but decided to speak. “You know why.”

“Do I?”

“No one in there cares about me or what I say. They don’t listen-”

“Hey-” Virgil was nowhere near surprised by this statement, but that didn’t mean it didn’t concern him.

“And it’s not like Thomas will do what I suggest anyway.”

“Logan...”

Logan met his gaze, a hard glare in his eyes. Virgil nearly flinched at the intensity.

“Don’t say it isn’t true, because you know it is.”

“It isn’t.”

Logan rolled his eyes.

“It isn’t!” Virgil repeated defiantly. “Everyone in that living room today cares about you.”

“No they don’t,” Logan disagreed, crossing his arms like Virgil. “They rarely acknowledged I said anything, and when they did, they insulted me. If they do care, they don’t show it well.”

Virgil nodded. Logan had a point. “We show it terribly, you’re right. But that doesn’t mean we don’t care about you or want you around.”

“No one noticed my departure.”

“I literally tried to stop you.”

“You’re not everyone, V.”

Virgil couldn’t help the small smile tug at his face. Logan had never called him that before. He liked it very much. It went well with Virgil calling Logan ‘L’.

“I-I’m sorry, the nic-”

“I know I’m not,” Virgil interrupted, continuing the conversation so Logan couldn’t denounce the nickname or swear to never use it again. “But if I care for you, you can’t claim no one cares for you.”

“That may be true, however-”

“I know we’re really bad at showing our care and love for you-”

“Wait, who said anything about love-?”

“I did. As I was saying, we need to get better at showing our care and love for you. I need to get better. I’m sorry for that.”

“Virgil...”

“I know I’ve been mean in the past—threatening, even. I apologize. That time where I threatened you when Thomas first met Remus? I was scared. I was really scared about what might happen if you were to continue. I shouldn’t have said that. I’m sorry.”

Logan stared at Virgil for a long second, surprised and in thought. Virgil was the anxious side—a dark side as well. His actions followed in accordance with his function.

“I accept your apology, Virgil.”

Logan figured that Virgil wasn’t as actively focused on not letting Logan speak as often as the other sides. At least, he was making an effort to do better. Accepting his apology made sense to Logan at that moment.

“Also, I’m sorry if I made it seem like I don’t care about what you say, or that I don’t want to listen. You made some very good points today; you always do. What you say often interests me. I don’t mean to make it seem otherwise.”

Logan nodded. “It’s alright, Virgil.”

“No, it’s not.” Virgil disagreed. “It’s gotten so bad that you don’t think we love you.”

Logan shrugged. “You don’t. It’s okay. Thomas doesn’t need me, anyway. He doesn’t listen to me and he’s not dead yet so that’s clear. I...” Logan trailed off, looking back into Virgil’s eyes. He paused for a minute, frowning. “Why did you come here?”

The question threw Virgil off. “What?”

“Why did you come here?” Logan repeated. “I listened in; you said you were going to nap but instead you came here. No one else did. You could have napped. It was just a normal conversation. Why did you pursue this?”

Virgil stated at him for a long second, thinking of a response. “I don’t like it when you leave. It heightens my anxiety.”

“I apologize that that happens, but I can assure you it makes no difference whether I’m there or not. No one cares. It doesn’t matte-”

“See, Logan? Stop,” Virgil interrupted. “It’s really scary for me when you do things like this.”

“Like what?”

“Like leaving!” Virgil exclaimed. “Like saying you don’t matter when you’re Logic; something so crucial to every human being. Like saying we don’t care, that we don’t love you! Why do you think I came here? You fucking scare me, L! That kind of thinking can convince you to do the most terrible things that I shudder to even think about. I don’t want those lies to take hold of you!”

Logan had a pained look in his eye, torn between telling Virgil to dismiss his fears or apologize for causing them.

“I apologize for scaring you, but you shouldn’t care. Thomas doesn’t-”

“I am done with that excuse!” Virgil said strictly, standing straighter. “You don’t get to use it anymore. I don’t care whether Thomas needs you or not. Why? ‘Cause he does. Whether you or he knows it. But it doesn’t matter to me. You know what does matter to me?”

“What?”

“You. So listen here, Teach,” Virgil said sternly, leaning over him. “The others care about you.”

“No, they-”

“And even if they don’t, I do.” He took a deep breath. “Because of that, you can’t say that no one here cares for you or loves you. You’d have to kill me first, and even then, you have the others.”

“But they-”

“All that matters right now is that I want you to stay in our conversations. I want you to know that you matter, goddammit. You not being there scares me. I value your input and I savor your presence. I want you there. I care about you.”

Logan shook his head. “You shouldn’t.”

“Yes I should!” Virgil pulled Logan to his feet by the tie.

He stared into Logan’s eyes intensely, eyes narrowing and body hunching just a little to get closer to Logan’s face.

“But even if it was true that I shouldn’t, I would,” he continued. “I will get it through your thick, determined skull that you are cared for. And, I will listen to you. I will come to your room every night and you’re gonna tell me about some cool thing you learned, hmm?”

Logan hummed in return, but was still somewhat scared by the angry side in front of him.

“Because I am done panicking over your absences! Okay?”

Logan nodded.

“Now turn on the TV and fucking cuddle me, you loveable bitch.”

Logan could only chuckle at the fact that the words Virgil said varied immensely from his tone. He did as instructed, sitting criss-cross on the bed as he scrolled through Netflix.

He smiled at Virgil as the anxious side trudged over to the bed, looking like he was calming himself down. He sat on the bed, leaning back against the pillows lying against the headboard. He pulled the logical side back from where he was sitting and against his chest. Logan almost squeaked.

“I gotta prove I love you somehow, Pocket Protector,” Virgil grumbled, tightening his hold on the now blushing side.

Virgil put his head on Logan’s shoulder as the logical side decided what to watch.

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Haunting Sour Notes

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"Why won't you tell me?" questioned Kaminari, following you around his apartment while you paced with heavy steps. "You've been showing signs lately."

"Signs?" you retorted with a derogatory smirk. "Me being scared of storms is a sign?"

"No, I mean, Mon Ange-"

"Kaminari," you interrupted, your tone stern. "I messed up yesterday. Tell that to the Head Agent."

He watched as you slumped onto one of his armchairs in the large space, looking away from him while you stared out from one of the large windows overlooking part of Endor Docks. The morning was calm while you slept, but as soon as you woke, he found you distant almost immediately. You refused to say a word, not a peep, as if you were still mute.

And then, this argument, empty of reason.

"I'm going to report all that I know from last night," explained Kaminari, soft and calm. "And I know you didn't mess up, but you have to tell me these things about you. Things that I still have no clue about."

"It's better you didn't know," you replied, still with your eyes away from his.

"Why? I can't help you if you keep blocking me out."

"Then take me back to the Commission. Put me under arrest. What good am I if I'm not helping your case?"

"You're a good person, I know you are!" yelled Kaminari in retaliation, his frustration growing.

"How do you know?"

"You took that blow for me back when we first met. Not any villain would do that. You may have your reasons, but that shows me that you are willing to put yourself on the line when it counts. And here I am, trying to understand you outside of the fame and the secrecy, and you-" Kaminari stopped himself, holding his tongue while he stared at your upsetment, seeing the glint of tears that forced their way in the corner of your angry eyes. He could see you holding back before he was about to spill, taking a deep breath to calm his nerves.

"You told me back at that golf range-"

"Putt-putt."

"- that you wanted to make amends. Why won't you let me help you do that?"

You looked into Kaminari's eyes, filled with confusion and anger while the frustration in his voice was evident. Of course, anyone who would be treated this way would have every right to feel these waves of emotions, but this was your life. A life shouldered with the haunting memories of your actions, and of the people you surrounded yourself with. At the time, you thought nothing of it, but now, these memories were not even worthy for someone like Kaminari to hear.

"They're not yours to shoulder," you answered. "And I'm more afraid of you getting involved further in the matter."

"What do you mean? I'm already involved," explained Kaminari. "I know enough to understand that you're trying to stop the Front, and that this General is someone to be feared."

"But you don't know the implications of knowing her. I don't want you to get hurt."

"So, it's a she?" he asked, only earning an exasperated sigh from you.

"I've said too much," you mumbled under your breath, turning your eye away from him once more. You held back the tears that you felt pricked your eyes, spotting the murkiness cloud your vision a little. You rubbed your eyes in an attempt to rid them, but they only continued to spill.

Kaminari hesitated with his next few thoughts, eyeing your expression and the cross look on your face.

"Speaking of which, aside from all of this, there was something else that bothered me," he started, keeping an eye on your reaction. "Last night, you wouldn't say a word. Or, you couldn't. Can you tell me what that was about?"

You bit your lip, hoping the sharp pain would hold off the tears that spilled from your eyes. Every word he spoke felt like a knife in your chest. You recalled last night, almost vividly, innocently writing those words in paper. The fear returned, like it did long ago. You turned your eye away from Kaminari knowing that the overwhelming sadness rippled under your skin.

"Are you sick?" He asked.

"Non" you whispered.

"But last night-"

"Forget last night. I was a kid, I didn't know any better."

"That's not true."

"Will you stop?" You turned to face him, your eyes cross and your anger now swelling inside, replacing the pain and guilt. "Stop the questions."

Kaminari stared into your eyes, fueled by hurt and anger as if he had done an injustice. Confused by your sudden outburst, he slowly approached you, his hand out to reach yours until you violently pulled it away.

"Just go," you ordered. "Leave me under house arrest and go do your job." You turned your back on him, your eyes now staring out towards the docks, watching boats in the distance.

Kaminari said nothing. You heard nothing before the sound of footsteps made their way towards the sliding front door, shutting in the empty apartment. You held onto your arms, trying to comfort yourself before you sank into one of his chairs, head on your lap, silently weeping.

Kaminari made his way to his car, seating himself in the driver's seat before he turned the ignition. He was silent, still processing your reaction and how distressed you were with him. He sighed heavily in exasperation, recalling his treatment of the situation beforehand when he slammed his palms into his driving wheel.

"Dammit," he cursed under his breath.

RING

"Hello?"

"Hey Kaminari, catch you at a bad time?" Asked Sero on the other line.

Kaminari eyed his front door, still his mind on you. "No, was about to head to the Public Hero Commission building."

"I need to talk with you about a few things first. Meet me in the city's park in half an hour?"

Kaminari thought about his request for a moment. He hadn't heard anything from Sero since the mission last night, recalling his sudden leave of absence. Perhaps something had happened during all the mania. Maybe another clue in this mess of a situation.

"I can be there in twenty if you can," advised Kaminari.

"No rush man, but yeah, gotta talk."

Kaminari pulled his car out before taking it off from the docks, heading straight into Musatafu. If he wasn't going to get to the bottom of this one way, he hoped he could find success through other means instead, even if that meant not involving you in the process.

Besides, there was a lot he and Sero needed to talk about, he thought.

——

Hours had passed since the argument and you had filled your time reading books for who knew how many rounds you had given them the light of day. However, none of them took your thoughts away from Kaminari's concern. Yes, you lashed out violently at any mention of your past - a thing you had tried to bury many times before, and thought had succeeded. Yet the events of last night, of your fears, your illness, your childish reactions to everything Kaminari was able, it felt hurtful.

The guilt returned knowing of your spiteful tone. And yet you heard nothing from Kaminari. He only left you alone. The thought of this morning replayed in your mind like a broken record, as cliche as it felt. It only made that knife sink deeper in your chest, one made by your own doing.

You knew Kaminari was right, that you had to tell him one day why you did what you did, with the secrets, the charade, and your insistent need to run away. The pain of knowing how many souls you had harmed along the way seared in your mind, like a branding that had scarred the very nature of your life. You were a thing, a tool to be weaponized, even so that whatever goals and purposes you thought were true, were now a stain.

This bodyguard business wouldn't last forever. The Commission would have their way eventually, leaving you with nothing left. Leaving the warmth and comfort of Kaminari's hospitality, patience, and determination, despite his almost goofy and dorky disposition.

Sunlight had now passed over the docks, casting a small shadow along Kaminari's apartment. The skylight itself created a spotlight of the sun's rays in the centre of his lounge. Everyday you've stayed here, you would often stand in the centre of the skylight, pretending it to be centre stage, twirling in its radiance. However, it burned your eyes today, still sore from the tears that sprung after Kaminari had left.

A moment of clarity cleared your mind, as painful as it felt, before coming to the conclusion you needed for yourself and for the sake of Kaminari; a man who had offered you a home despite it being under the Commission's jurisdiction; a man who had only accepted you for who you were, regardless of the actions you had taken in your dreadful past.

A man who comforted you, who tried every means to understand you.

"Sorry, roi de la fee," you whispered to yourself, swimming in your head from all of the painful thoughts-

SMASH

Glass shattered onto your skin while your arms shielded you from the shards that sprayed from the windows. It happened all so sudden, immediately taking to your feet to flee from the now destroyed windowpane. Outside on the docks, a group of men stomped into the apartment, rushing towards you with open hands.

"Grab them!" Yelled one before you felt their hands clutch onto your clothes and skin, grabbing hold of you while they slowly dragged you outside, fighting against your resistance.

"Let go of me!" You yelled, slapping one in the face, while kicking furiously in the air.

"Quickly before someone spots us!"

Amongst the chaos, you pulled against their strength, your flailing limbs swinging violently in the air hoping they would hit anyone nearby. Mid-swing in your violent resistance, you elbowed your assailant in the gut, enough that winded him to release you from his hold. You didn't think, you just ran, scrambling back into the apartment while being chased by the men behind you. You huffed and panicked, pushing any large object in their way to slow them down, whether it were chairs, lamps, or anything of the sort. You only had eyes for the front sliding doors, crashing into it before you pulled against its weight to slide it open.

The spill of the sunlight caught your eye first, blinding your already sore eyes from your tears until a silhouette painted against it, blocking your exit. The height caught you off guard until you recognized the man's long top hat and soon his mask once your eyes adjusted to the light.

"Long time no see, Sirene," he cooed playfully before a glint of something caught your eye in his fingers. You heard the smirk in his voice, turning around to flee from him. But as if time had slowed, you felt your body pull into a void, sucked into the familiar glass marble before you crashed into its glass surface.

"Let me go!" You yelled, your voice bouncing off from the walls, slamming your fists against the thick panes. "Laisse-moi sortir!"

The large shadows skewed by the glass shifted every so often while you felt the inertia of Compress' movements holding onto the marble you now resided in.

"So Dabi's little pet was right after all," he commented, his voice loud yet muffled by the glass. "I should congratulate them on their deduction skills. It's not often we find defectors."

You still slammed your fist fervently against the glass, hoping that you could break through, though you knew it was futile to try.

"Ne me ramène pas!"

Your cries were ignored when it suddenly went dark. Surrounded by the black, the sound of shifting and crunching glass echoed loudly before the rumble of a car's ignition reverberated through the glass space.

You felt truly lost.

How did they find you? What went wrong? In the dark all of these questions found their way to your head, recalling the few times you had carefully managed to keep yourself under wraps. Hiding in plain sight, behind a moniker and a pre-generated face. Making use of the fame to counter every move the Paranormal Liberation Front would possibly be able to exploit. Yet in turn, you exploited others in order to right your wrongs.

And then, there was Kaminari. The few times he had been warm and welcoming. The times he had shown his vulnerability, and his strength. The times he had trusted in you by sharing a part of his life with his friends, all Pro-Heroes to a degree. Everything about Kaminari was like a home, now only realizing this in the dark.

You felt your tears return, trapped wherever Compress had held you captive. The car ride was a one way trip, back to your past, back to the Front, back to the cold table where the General would examine you again, and again, and again.

"I'm sorry... I'm sorry... Please forgive me, Kaminari."

——

Kaminari stood by his warehouse apartment, staring blankly at the shattered glass and rummaged furniture inside. Police tape surrounded the building while crime scene investigators carefully traversed through the mess, numbering evidence after evidence of the now labeled crime scene.

His meeting with Sero was more a cross-reference of notes on a few topics of discussion - Sero's current predicament with the thief as well as his encounter with Seek, at least before either of them would report it to their agencies and the Commission. However, Kaminari's eyes loosely scanned the floor, eyeing the fallen armchair, the glass and the open front door on the other side across the way, but you were nowhere to be found.

"I'm sorry dude," slowly spoke Sero, eyeing Kaminari sadly and unsure what else to say.

"No, don't say that," he retorted with a shaky voice. "This is my responsibility. I should've put the anklet back on. I didn't think." He stared into the apartment, spotting the device still sitting on the corner of his kitchen counter inside. His body trembled with anger and regret, holding back tears of his own while he recollected the argument this morning.

"Chargebolt, thank you for your cooperation in this matter," spoke a fellow agent, her voice calming. "I'm sorry about-"

"No, what have you found?" Interrupted Kaminari, his eyes straining from spilling tears.

"We've retrieved your surveillance footage for what it was able to capture and came across this during the invasion." The agent held a pad, its screen revealing the front end of Kaminari's apartment while the event played. He watched you run through the floor towards the front door, disappearing out of frame until moments after a familiar silhouette appeared, his top hat clearly recognizable.

"Wait a minute! That's Mr. Compress," he exclaimed, grabbing the pad from the agent, glaring at the screen.

"When did you ever have a surveillance system installed?" Questioned Sero beside him.

"We arranged it when we hired him for his services," answered the agent. "It was... precautionary."

"Right."

"How did the Front find out about this?" Questioned Kaminari, his voice shocked.

"We're trying to determine that now," immediately replied the agent, taking the pad back from Kaminari. "But it would be worth noting that we also spotted this onscreen as well." Taken back by the agent's words, she rewound the digital footage on screen, playing through the end of Kaminari's argument up until the moment the anklet began blinking a light. "Someone switched on the anklet's tracker."

A silence was shared between Kaminari and the agent, however Sero looked between the two, confused on what revelation occurred amidst the conversation. "What's so strange about that?" He asked. "Kaminari would've wanted to know where they were."

"I didn't turn it on," explained Kaminari. "Because that mechanism doesn't work unless the anklet was already attached to the person in question. Why would I turn a tracker on if it wasn't on their ankle?"

A multitude of thoughts ran through his head, his eyes darting while he mulled over possible reasons before-

"Who else knows?" he asked, his eyes stern while he stared at the agent.

"Um... only the three of us," she replied, a little taken back by his forwardness.

"Good, keep it that way. This may be an internal affair. I want you only to report to me about this and no one else, got it?"

"But sir, I can't-"

"Please, just trust me," reasoned Kaminari. "If Red Riot and Persona trust your judgement, then I do too." He held his golden gaze on the agent before she nodded, taking the pad and leaving to continue the investigation. His thoughts mingled about, hoping it wasn't the worst case scenario that he imagined in his head. By instinct, he reached for his phone, searching on speed-dial to immediately bring it to his ear.

"Wait, who're you calling?" Asked Sero, slightly anxious of Kaminari's sudden burst of energy.

"Shinsou, we need to speak with his partner about this. They've been following that guy's trail this whole time, right?" explained Kaminari, still waiting.

"Yeah, but how is that going to help?"

To be frank, Kaminari didn't know how to answer that question, but his anger needed to be redirected somehow. He felt the guilt weigh heavily on his shoulders, imagining all of the scenarios that could have played out if only he had made these seemingly available decisions. But time was now against him.

"What is it, Kaminari?" spoke an exhausted tone on the other line.

"Shinsou, we need to meet up. Sero and I have some information that may be important to your case," explained Kaminari over the phone call, his eyes on Sero only to notice his reaction, slightly fervent to quiet Kaminari's request.

"Really? Which one? I've got my hands full with the Tartarus case, and Kitten..." Shinsou's voice trailed at the thought, leaving the phone silent in Kaminari's ear. "Is it about that guy?"

"Yeah, it's about that guy last night," confirmed Kaminari, his eyes still on Sero who had now resigned to Kaminari's actions. "But something else has come up. I'm sure you're going to have a field day with this."

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blackcherrykiss · 4 years ago

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BLOOD BOUNDARIES - Enhypen OT7 Fanfic (ch.7)

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You fell into a distrustful panic that night now that knew the screams of the woods were also where Jungwon and his friends lived. You weren't sure if you should be scared for those group of boys or be scared of them. You'd be lying to yourself if you tried to believe it was only a coincidence the boys had a place in the forest of violent cries.

You questioned your sanity, were they murderers? Was that their dirty secret?

Your conclusions were endlessly dark, repeating themselves countlessly. You had never wanted to sleep away your thoughts more than ever. Eventually, you got exhausted from your thoughts. It was mentally draining to try and tear apart the possibilities of the situation, you didn't have enough evidence to be so sure. You lay in a cold sweat as you drifted off into a deep but horrible sleep.

You dreamt in full awareness. The boys with blood spilling down their hands and onto their swan white clothes. A red mess everywhere on the cream walls of an orphanage that overflowed with rays of a full moon. Although you were scared of what you were witnessing, you could not wake up even if your life depended on it. It seemed as if the dream had sped up your sleep as you woke in what felt like a few seconds. Calmly, you awoke in the misty autumn morning in a crushed up pile of blankets. You sit up to peel your wispy curtains away from the window to get a good look at the dark forest that steamed with a muddy blue fog. All of the memories of Jungwon yelling at you for just being near the woods flooded your brain as you stared. This time you were determined to search deep into that forest and get to the bottom of its mysteries as it called out to you.

"Y/N I think you're going to be late for your first class." Nana knocked before bursting into your room in full uniform, not a wrinkle on her shirt.

"Y-you're already ready? What time is it?!" You glanced back and forth between your pyjamas and uniform that draped over a random stool as you were too lazy to fold nicely the night before.

"We didn't want to wake you... So we went ahead thinking you'd come down eventually." She yanked you out of bed, gripping your forearms tightly before backing out the door, "Don't be late! We promised we'd keep out of detention this year!"

Within a blink of an eye, you slip into your uniform, slinking your arms through the holes of your blouse and adjusting your legs to be cover by your ashy plaid skirt. With your bag and binder in hand, you sprinted across your campus to the gymnasium where you found yourself arriving, everyone already in the proper athletic attire.

"You're late." Your health teacher grit her teeth in visible disappointment. Your teacher knew how unlike you it was to be late as your classmate's eyes followed your every movement.

"P-pardon me." You clawed your fingers through your bedhead, speeding to the change room, nervous she'd assign you detention.

You let out the deep breath you were holding in as you got into the empty locker room, frustrated at yourself for waking up so late. You can't help but feel upset that you let your thoughts get the best of you and ruin your perfect attendance. Truly you were ashamed but began to see no point in continuing to rush the pace at which your day was running.

The locker room door opens and you see Kyungeun peep herself inside, "Y/N? You alright?"

You pull your boxy shirt flat down, zipping and tying every spot on your tracksuit jacket, "Yeah, sorry rough morning..."

"No worries, I just said that I had to go to the bathroom but I really just wanted to check on you." She had a motherly sound to her voice which comforted your bad start to the day. Perhaps she was in a good enough mood for you to ask her briefly about her relationship with Sunghoon.

"Kyungeun, I think I need to just clear the air... I saw you with Sunghoon in the library." You tilted your head in regret as to whether or not you were starting off the conversation in the right direction.

"Y-you saw us???" Her face drained to an unrealistic hue, "Lord... Sunghoon will kill me if he finds out you know."

"Stop! What do you mean? He'll kill you? Is it because I know that you two are dating?"

"NO! Nevermind then!" She cut you off right after the question mark in your voice. She looked rather relieved at your response which could only mean their relationship was much different than you had presumed. "I just can't tell you about our relationship I'm s-sorry it's between just us two."

"So then it's okay for him to flirt with my roommate?"

"No? Are you serious right now ?!" Kyungeun panicked.

"So you are dating?" You gave a smug smile.

"It's not that..." She was visibly frustrated not being able to describe herself in words, "I'll tell you this, I'm bound to him..." She ran her index finger along the reddened gash on her neck He's blackmailing me."

"So you're like his pet?" You held in your laughter, you knew you should be more serious but you had no other way of trying to help Kyungeun express the gist of her relationship.

"I'll tell you another day... Let's just go before the teacher gets mad at you for taking so long to change."

...

After your class full of advanced leg exercises and mediocrely fun games, you got halted by your gym teacher, "Y/N can we speak about how tardy you were today?"

You got fearful of her sentencing you detention, freezing up from your heel upwards, "I'm so sorry, I just had a lot going on last night..."

"Sweetie, I know this is your first late in my class but unfortunately the school does not tolerate tardiness in the way I believe it should be." She tapped her chin a few times, "I have no other choice but to send you to detention but it'll just be a half-hour at lunch." You felt better that it wasn't for a full hour or two after school but you were still dreading the idea.

"Can't you just let me off the hook? I promise it'll never happen again" You pleaded desperately.

"I'm afraid I cannot... If the other teachers or students knew you didn't get sent to detention I could get into trouble for giving you 'special treatment'. I know you didn't mean to love but I cannot afford to lose my job so I'll see you then." She patted one of your shoulders, giving it a little squeeze to cheer you up.

"I understand..." You nod with your head that already hung low.

"It's in the English room down the hall, there is usually only a few students there. Some familiar faces."

...

That rest of your morning would only pull through faster as you got some weird anxiety over walking into the detention room. You could not concentrate at all in the class you had before lunch. You felt as if you were too good for the detention group of kids, but here you were about to join those you criticized. Karma.

"Make sure to answer the questions 8-16 on page 300, you have the rest of the class to do so. Any questions?" Your physics teacher stood with his hands balled up behind his back.

Realizing you had no physics book in your bag after triple checking, you shot your arm up in distress, "ME! I forgot my textbook today... I was in a rush this morning." You faked a polite laugh with the expectation your teacher would have a spare.

"I'm afraid I don't have an extra, anyone willing to share?" The teacher lifted his head to scan the class.

"I could share." Jaeyun winked making your face recoil

"Perfect! You'll probably have to move your stuff to his seat then." Your teacher suggested.

With a thick coat of disappointment, you pulled a chair up to Jaeyun's desk to which he kneed you annoyingly.

Within just a few seconds of settling down, you complained "How the hell am I supposed to write? There is no space... Desks are made for ONE person."

"Okay then don't use my textbook and fall behind" He sneered.

"Wait wait, I just had the greatest idea Jaeyun." He gave you puppy eyes when you said his name, "What if you look for half the answers I do the other half then exchange?" You whispered so the teacher could hear.

"I can't trust you make good answers though..." He jokingly sighed.

"HEY! Okay or work together for every question to get it done twice as fast? Oh wait but then I'll be the one carrying the team... Bummer..." You stretched the corners of your mouth until your lips disappeared.

"I honestly don't feel like doing work so lose-lose." He pouted and rolled his eyes.

"Same... I can't even focus, I'm having a rough morning..." You openly admitted, "I got sent to detention for being late in my first class."

"Detention? Didn't think you were the type." Jaeyun had an unexpectedly sweet giggle which contrasted with his lower tone voice, "Heeseung and Sunghoon get sent often, surprised they aren't kicked out of the school."

"They get sent often?!" Your voice rose to which you quickly quieted down to avoid trouble, "Will I see them there?"

"Why? Looking forward to going now?" Jaeyun whispered with a grin, causing you to scoff.

"As if..." A sudden idea coming to mind, "Say Jaeyun... About the party... Heard you guys have a place in the woods...?" You became aware that you could pry some information out of him that would help you when searching the woods that night.

"Yeah, we do... We don't normally tell people about it." He said casually yet still with some sort of caution.

"So why tell us then?"

"Haven't had any visitors in a while..." Jaeyun toyed with his mechanical pencil, using the plastic part to trace around his lips, "Awfully interested aren't you?" He seemed to have caught on to your intentions, shifting the mood of the conversation around in a full 180.

Suddenly the dream you had earlier slipped into mind, causing you to sit in growing discomfort, "What do you want from my friends and I?"

"Nothing sweetheart... We're more interested in you than your dormmates. You look like someone we know." He laughed like a psycho and it creeped you out how the two of you were just poking lighthearted jokes to something much darker and mysterious, "I know you're afraid of us, you know far more than most girls." His voice dropped to a whisper as he watched the teacher behind you to make sure he didn't see the both of you slacking.

"Kyungeun knows your secrets too she said she'll tell me."

"She's acting like we don't know her secrets." Jaeyun closed his textbook, "Y/N just remember this, Kyungeun is half as bad as we are and half as pure as you are."

"Alright class, that's it for today's class. This textbook assignment won't be due until Friday have a good lunch." The teacher interrupted, causing your conversation with Jaeyun to end on a hanging note.

"Good luck with detention."Jaeyun hushed in your ear.

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roanniee · 3 years ago

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Maelstrom

🐈Yaku Morisuke x Hinata!GN! Reader

Chapter 13

Warning: fluff.

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"Be my date."

You choked at Yaku's words, the soda you were drinking spilling on the floor of your office.

"I'm sorry? Are you...?"

You could visibly hear Yaku panicking on the other end of the phone. You don't blame him since you were internally panicking yourself.

It's been a couple of months since that phone call with Yaku, and you both found yourselves in a routine.

Every night, Yaku would call you. Sometimes the calls are only five minutes, other times, it lasted a whole night. Sometimes, it was just a voice call, but there are times where it was on face time.

Safe to say, you know that you felt something for Yaku, something beyond the lines of friendship, but not in the romantic area just yet.

"I mean, be my date to the wedding."

You let out a silent sigh of relief, ignoring the slight disappointment that you felt. As much as you wee beginning to like Yaku, you knew that you still had issues to settle before you even begin to think sbout dating the libero.

"You do know that I got invited to the wedding, right?" You asked, glancing at the gorgeous gold and dark blue themed wedding invitation on your table. After spending one lunch at Onigiri Miya, you ended up becoming a regular, and thus became friends with Osamu and his fiancé, Akaashi Keiji. After hearing that you were off on the day of the wedding, they shyly shoved a wedding invitation in your hands, asking if you would like to attend.

You had been ecstatic and honoured enough to say yes immediately, and the way the couple lit up at your agreement made it worth it.

"Well yes... but I'd still like you to be my date if that's okay with you? Assuming that you haven't found one yet. Of course if you did or just didn't want a date, I completely understand and-"

"Yaku. I'd love to be your date to the wedding." You said, cutting off his ranting. "You'll have to come get me and drive me home though."

"Of course. What kind of date would I be if I don't?"

"A terrible one."

And so it was set.

*****

The wedding was beautiful.

It was outdoors, in the gardens of the spacious Miya Ancestral home. Chairs and tables were scattered around, alternating in blue and gold cloths.

From where you sat beside Yaku, you can only smile and shed a tear at the vows that Osamu and Keiji gave each other at the small podium, the local priest in front of them to unify them.

"Hey, Y/n?"

"Yeah, Shou?"

"You think we'd find love like that?"

You looked at him with a raised brow before glancing at Hoshiumi who was chatting with Kageyama. You had no doubt that your brother found it.

"You already did, Shou. Now I just have to find one for myself."

Shouyou smiled at the way you turned your attention to Yaku, and couldn't help but think that you already did. He just has to wait until you both realise it.

*****

"Uhm. What do we do now?" Yaku asked as he looked at the various paparazzi that was waiting for you to step out of Yaku's car.

With the wedding finally over and the couple off to their honeymoon, Yaku had driven you to your studio like you asked him to, wanting to work on a few WIPs in your computer.

You didn't hide the fact that you were in the wedding, posting pictures of congratulations to the newlyweds with their permission. You didn't hide the fact that you were Yaku's date either. You never thought it would bring such talks, but here you were, debating if you should still get off or have Yaku drive you home instead.

After a small internal debate, you chose the latter.

"I'm so sorry for this." You said, scratching your cheek with a sigh as Yaku drove you home. Yaku laughed and waved you off.

"It's completely fine. Don't worry about it. I'm more concerned with whether you go through that all the time or not."

"Only if they find some scoop that would be remotely interesting." You said with a wince. Unfortunately for you, you are a celebrity, and everything you do is a scoop.

Yaku couldn't even begin to know how that would feel like, and he didn't particularly want to. You smiled at him and moved the conversation along, glancing at him every now and then.

By the time he got you into your condominiums, it was too late for him to be driving home.

"Stay the night, Yaku. It's late and it was my fault anyway. I'm not taking no for an answer." You said, giggling when Yaku yawned in the middle of his protests.

It didn't take much for you to convince him, and you led him into the condominium and tossed him some of the clothes that Shouyou had left the last time he was over.

"Wow, Hinata and you must be close if you have this much of his clothes." Yaku absentmindedly commented as he walked out of the bathroom.

"Unfortunately, my brother has the habit of leaving his clothes everywhere in the condo."

"Your brother?"

"...oops. Did I forget to mention that Shouyou is my brother?"

"Yes."

"Oh."

Notes:

I am so so sorry for taking so long to update ksksks

Yaku definitely needed the entire story after that. Shouyou being your brother shocked him awake.

You told him the story and you two went MIA. Literally didn't even bother checking on your phones and such.

Media was going crazy with the theories about you and Yaku lmao

Your couch is very comfy. Plush pillows everywhere and lots of blankets.

You and Yaku fell asleep

And somehow ended up cuddling

Hanamaki and Matsukawa came home and took pictures of the two of you.

He sent it to the gc and everyone freaked out.

Then Shouyou saved the photo and sent it to the two other gcs.

Who also freaked out.

Good luck.

You'll be interrogated to no end come morning time.

But you'll be okay.

Bc you were in a good mood along with Yaku.

You both literally ignored everyone and went to breakfast with him the next morning lmao.

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amane-by-together · 4 years ago

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Blue Hour || Amane Yugi pt. 2/5

(Amane Yugi x Fem!Reader)

genre: romance, drama and a bit of fantasy

summary: [name] and amane start exchanging letters that leads to an accidental phone call.

"I stay up the whole night again"

Writing letters to [name] has been a daily routine for Amane lately. Tsukasa teases his older brother about the letters but was assured (more like scolded) by the latter that it was just a mere project.

A project that he finally liked for once. The dream about a carousel and that girl has been bugging him for days, albeit Amane never dreamt it again after that very day.

Amane reeled away from his study desk with the help of his black leather swivel chair to take a glance of the eloquent moon from the window pane. The pearlescent glowing rock was alluring the young boy to take a break and look at the moon instead.

He did. Amane stood up, walking towards the window, the fact that the moon looked so beautiful right now, he doesn't want to miss a night without looking at it. It was as if the moon is calling him.

Amane opened the windows and was welcomed by the cold night breeze. His face, being hit by the beams of moonlight, highlighting his perfect visuals to make him even more fleeting and unreal. His amber irises traveled towards the night sky that was powdered with shimmering stars.

The young boy leaned against the railings, pulling out the letter that [name]. “Wonder what she's up to right now...” Amane asked to himself while examining the letter.

He opened the letter by peeling off the sticker that was sealed on it. Amane reads the letter, [name]'s handwriting is very neat but it looked like the ball point of her ballpen is forcefully pressed against the paper as she writes.

From the corner of his eye, he noticed a line of numbers at the end of the letter. Amane realizes that [name] wrote her phone number on her letter in case he wanted to call or text her.

The thing is, Amane dislikes taking phone calls, its just making him feel uneasy, perks of being an introvert that is. He fancies texting more than holding a conversation through calling.

Amane stared at [name]'s phone number at hand, contemplating whether he should call her during the night. ‘She might be sleeping,’ he thought. ‘But it wouldn't hurt to try, right?’

Amane lifted his head up towards the night sky to the full moon, a gentle breeze made contact with his skin. He was waiting for an answer, but the moon remained silent as it should be. “I guess I should go try and call her.”

The young boy grabbed his phone from his desk and went back to his balcony. Amane paused, staring at his phone long and hard while his hands are shaking in nervousness. Carefully, he typed in her number on his phone.

Amane inhaled, his chest slightly rising and then it falls as he exhaled. He ran his long slender fingers through the locks of his choppy hair in frustration. “Why am I doing this?” he sighed while looking at his phone.

Then, his finger accidentally slipped to click the call button. Amane's phone started to ring nonstop causing him to panic and jolt backwards. ‘What should I do?! Ack! If only I just stopped myself, why did I even bother trying to call her anyways?!’ he yelled inside his mind.

“Oh my god, damn these fingers of mine!” Amane hissed to himself while holding the phone. He wanted to die and get cut up into little stars for the night in embarrassment.

Unbeknownst to him that [name] already picked up the call.

“[name], I'm really sorry I called you when you're busy!” Amane puts his phone near his ear with anxiety rushing through him, thinking that [name] would be annoyed. “I didn't mean to! My finger just slipped, please forgive me—”

It turned silent, Amane can only hear his panicked breaths. When he calmed down, he sucked up a breath as he lifted his finger to end the call and apologize through a text or maybe a letter perhaps.

Before he taps the end call button, Amane heard something from the other line. He slowly raised his phone near to his ear.

“Hi, Amane-kun.”

Badump.

Amane's heart skipped a beat at the moment he heard [name]'s voice from the first time, especially when she calls him by his first name.

“Amane-kun, is that you?” [name] asked with a grin.

Amane was too speechless to answer, he didn't expect that he will be hearing [name]'s voice too soon. [name]'s voice isn't that high pitched or low, to Amane her voice was lovely. He felt like there’s a wallowing pleasure of milk and honey flowing through his veins. “Amane...?”

“A-Ah!” Amane snapped out from his trance. “Yeah, it’s me Amane, you must be [name] right?”

“Yeah.” [name] chuckled. “You seem startled, are you perhaps doing alright?”

Sweet stars. The flustered young boy cannot say a word, he can hear his beating heart from his chest. “I-I'm doing alright.” Amane stammered while clutching his stomach.

“What are you doing right now?”

“Star gazing.”

“That's nice~” [name] tells Amane, and then she talked in pout. “I'm stuck here doing my homework.”

“And making post cards for you...” she added.

“You should look at the stars right now,” Amane puts his forearm on the railings, looking up to the stars and admiring their twinkle. “They're pretty...”

[name] stood up from her desk while holding her phone to look at the stars from her balcony. She smiled, Amane was indeed right about the stars looking pretty as ever. “You're right, they are pretty...”

“But you're much prettier.”

'Smooth Amane, that's smooth.'

“I'm not that pretty, you haven't seen my face yet...”

“Well I bet you're pretty~” Amane grinned sweetly. “You probably make the stars envious~”

“Aweee, stop it.” [name]'s smile turned bigger, she felt her cheeks grew bright red that could shame those stars on how smooth he is. “I bet you look good than me—”

“We'll see about that when we meet~!”

And so the two of them spent the whole night talking to each other. Who knew an accidental call would lead to this new found longing of meeting each other.

They wanted to see each other.

“Will we really meet face to face?” [name] asked, looking up to the stars and moon. It was the same night sky that Amane was looking, yet those two were far away from each other.

“By yonder blessed moon I swear,” Amane quotes. [name] immediately knew where this was going, she giggled.

“O, swear not by the moon, the inconstant moon,”

“What should I swear by~?” Amane smiled charmingly. “Yeah I know, he swore by himself.”

The two of them broke into giggles. Amane wished that they could do more than calling on the phone, maybe talking to each other while grinning and subtly placing his hand on top of hers—

Amane felt the tips of his ears turn red. He's fallen head over heels for his pen pal just by hearing her voice. “Amane-kun, I need to go now.”

“Already?” His voice sounded sad, he didn't want her to go away, if only time would stop between the two of them. “I mean, it's late at night, you need some sleep.”

“Good night, good night! Parting is such sweet sorrow,” [name] tells him in a soft whisper. “That I shall say good night till it be morrow.”

[name] ended the call, maybe she's in a rush or something, but still the smile didn't leave in Amane's lips. “Sleep dwell upon thine eyes, peace in thy chest. Would I were sleep and peace, so sweet to rest...”

He thanked the stars that something like that. Amane adjusted his shirt before dropping himself to his bed. A smile broke down from his visuals against the pillow.

Amane slowly closes his eyes, drifting to dreamland.

“If I'm getting to get it all wrong anyways, might as well just confess.”

Under the strawberry skies with faint clouds covering the sunset, there stood that unfamiliar girl, gripping on to Amane's hand. They were standing on a green grass. Other than that, the two of them were both wearing white.

Amane expected that he will see a carousel like his previous dream with the unfamiliar girl. Instead, it was a ferris wheel that seems to be circling for eternity.

“You and me of 5:53, we're beautiful.”

#jibaku shounen hanako kun #amane yugi #amane yugi x reader #anime #fluff #hanako x reader #tbhk #yugi amane #yugi amane x reader #amane #blue hour

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mithranqueersmusings · 4 years ago

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I Think I'll Love You Too II

Chapter: 2/?

Rating: U

Summary: George and Ringo have been going out officially for a couple of months. Ringo anticipated that dating a stripper would be complicated, but he didn't understand exactly how complicated it would be.

Tags: Modern AU, Established Relationship

Pairing: George Harrison/Ringo Starr (Background McLennon)

AO3 link here / Fic masterlist here

The following clean-up from their nocturnal experiment was far from easy, the wax seemed to crumble into tiny pieces and was determined to cover each inch of the carpet. George was insistent on doing most of the work, a struggle of manners ensued in which Ringo was adamant that he should help but eventually gave in and took up George's offer to relax in the bath.

Soaking in the warm water, Ringo's mind began to wander to their first official date. It seemed like such a long time ago now, although it had only been a couple of months at the most. Ringo could vividly picture arriving at George's house for the first time and picking him up for dinner, bruises still dotted across George's pale skin from the somewhat embarrassing but retrospectively rather comical fall at the club. Ringo had struggled to figure out the best place to take George, unfortunately the only advice available was John's.

"He's a vegetarian." Ringo emphasised for the fourth time, John had once again offered up a meat-only establishment.

"Oh, well you could've told me sooner." John scoffed, sometimes Ringo couldn't tell whether he was joking or truly that oblivious.

"What about sushi? That can be veggie, right?" Ringo was fiddling with a bouquet of flowers that had been left on John's kitchen counter, a small card had the name 'Paul' written on it, punctuated with a kiss.

"Sure." John offered "You could always, and hear me out, ask where he wants to go."

Ringo rolled his eyes "Great advice John, thanks. What if he doesn't know either?"

"Then you're both helpless and you belong together."

In the end Ringo had settled on sushi, which only calmed his panic somewhat because he still had to find which sushi place was best. He'd forgotten all about how stressful dating could be, and it'd been a long time since he'd been a proper date. Eventually he settled on a fairly affordable place that wasn't too far from his house, he felt rather silly calling up to make a reservation an hour in advance but he didn't want to risk embarrassing himself by not having a table booked.

This struggle with the restaurant left Ringo only an hour to get himself looking presentable for the date, his closet was emptied onto the floor and bed as he rummaged around for something suitable. He felt like making more of an effort than usual, this was one date he didn't want to screw up, especially knowing how fashionable George was likely to look. In the end he settled on a paisley blazer, it had been a gift from John years ago and had hardly been worn, and a black shirt underneath which he experimented with the buttons of.

He left himself just enough time to brush his teeth, sort out his hair and tidy the room as quickly as he possibly could. Hurrying over to George's in the car, he'd almost forgotten to be nervous about the date itself. Almost forgotten, because as soon as he knocked on George's door Ringo felt a wave of dread washing over him. He hadn't even thought of any conversation starters, or what he was going to order at the restaurant. As he waited for an answer, the dread only festered further. Yet once the door finally opened, revealing George draped in a decorative kimono, all fear subsided.

"Hi." Ringo spoke, suddenly sheepish.

"Hey." George replied with a grin, stepping out onto the street and locking the door behind him.

The two of them looked at one another for a few moments, eyes tracing from head to feet with no words being said. George was wearing makeup: his eyes darkened with liner and mascara, his gaunt cheekbones sparkling with highlight and his lips painted a tempting shade of red. Ringo could see that he'd tried to use foundation to cover over the bruises on his face but it wasn't entirely successful, not that it mattered.

"You look great." Ringo managed to get out without stumbling over his words as they walked over to his car.

"Thanks, so do you." George responded but Ringo supposed he was only trying to be polite.

Passing a shop window, Ringo stole a glance at the reflection and found himself presently surprised at how good the two of them looked together. Ringo was even beginning to believe George's compliment, a surge of confidence arising merely from being stood next to George. He'd anticipated that George would only make him look worse, but there was something complimentary in how the two of them were dressed. It was a small boost that Ringo needed to quash his nerves, he was determined to not ruin the night just because he was feeling anxious.

"So... Where are we headed?" George asked, stretching his legs out in front of him.

"Sushi." Ringo replied more curtly than intended "Is that alright?"

"I love sushi." George answered cheerily.

"What a relief." Ringo chuckled "I'm not gonna lie I was struggling to find a place to eat, with you being a vegetarian and all."

George paused for a moment "You remembered that?"

"Of course I did." Ringo panicked for a moment, afraid he'd said the wrong thing and given too much away but the smile that spread across George's painted lips calmed him back down.

It didn't take them long to arrive at the restaurant, it was rather busy but not so much that it would become uncomfortable. Ringo still couldn't believe his luck, that he'd actually been able to get a date with George. Looking back on how their relationship started, it was strange to consider that they'd end up here.

"Is your face alright?" Ringo asked when they'd been seated, it was hard to not notice the swelling on George's lip.

"Oh yeah, it's fine." George provided evidence with a genuine smile "I've had way worse, don't worry."

"You fall over a lot then?" Ringo joked, looking down at the menu and feeling a little intimidated by the amount of choice.

"Only when I know you're there to catch me." George winked "No, I've had my fair share of scraps here and there. That's just life, isn't it?"

Ringo chuckled "Not in my line of work, no."

"Don't be so modest, I haven't forgotten when you beat up that creep in the club." George was studying his menu with far less fear than Ringo "Any idea what you're gonna order?"

"Haven't the faintest." Ringo read the same words over and over again as though it'd help him understand "What about you?"

"Hmm, I think so." George answered with a confidence Ringo envied "Want some help?"

"Please." Ringo smiled sheepishly, laying down his menu and looking to George for assistance.

The date was hardly going as Ringo had anticipated, but while George went through dishes on the menu with a clear expertise Ringo couldn't stop himself from smiling. The intimidating Spike was describing in detail the difference between maki and temaki with such delicacy, it was such a strange moment of realisation for Ringo that made him truly understand how far they'd come. Ringo realised too late that he hadn't been listening to what George had been saying but it didn't matter in the end because George ordered for the both of them.

"So..." George began, drink in hand.

"So." Ringo repeated with a raised eyebrow.

"How long have you been waiting to take me out?" George asked with a knowing smile.

Ringo half expected this line of questioning to begin, he only wished he'd prepared some answers "Does it make a difference?"

"I'm just curious." George leaned in a little closer, a devilish look in his eyes.

Ringo sighed "Now I'm debating whether to lie so you don't think I'm a loser."

"I wouldn't bother with that, I already know you're a loser Ringo." George spoke deadpan, staring without expression then burst into laughter "I'm sorry, I had to."

"And that's meant to encourage me to be honest?" Ringo laughed nervously.

"Come on, tell me." George sounded almost whiny, a tone Ringo had heard before but never in regular conversation.

"Fine, fine." Ringo conceded after drinking his beer "In all honesty it was probably the first time I saw you... Not that I thought you'd ever say yes, of course."

The answer seemed to satisfy whatever itch George had "Really? I'm that good looking am I?"

"Not to sound cliché, but have you seen you? I don't think I've seen anyone more attractive." Ringo spoke somewhat seriously.

George blushed just slightly, having to look away from Ringo's intense gaze "You're sweet. But why were you even in the strip club in the first place? You didn't seem too at home, at least from what I remember."

Ringo felt rather complimented that George even remembered how he'd been acting all that time ago, he'd always supposed he hadn't left much of an impression at all and whatever he did was surely negative.

"John dragged me there. He, uh-" Ringo stopped himself before saying too much "Thought it'd cheer me up."

George squinted his eyes in suspicion "What aren't you telling me?"

Ringo paused, debating the best verbal exit strategy but the good beer and even better food was slowing his thought processes "Uh... Nothing?"

"Oh come on." George kicked Ringo lightly under the table "You think I'm gonna judge you?"

"Well, yes... But fine, I'll tell you." Ringo chuckled, pausing for an anticipatory breath "I'd been going through a bit of a... dry spell, so to speak."

A grin spread across George's face "Seriously?"

"Seriously." Ringo repeated, hiding his shame behind his beer.

"I find it hard to believe that you were having a 'dry spell'." George rested his hand on Ringo's own, his finger tracing around the metal of the rings.

"Well, I'd, er- I'd still be having one if you hadn't come along." Ringo stammered "Shit, that sounds really pathetic, doesn't it?"

"Just a tad." George smiled reassuringly "I'm just glad I could be of service."

"For a while you were making it worse, actually." Ringo had finished his beer and was itching for another "With all my pent up frustration and then I see you undressing on that stage, I nearly lost my mind."

George chuckled, looking rather proud of himself "I can only apologise for being so tempting." He emphasised the word by running his tongue over his top lip onto his sharp canine tooth.

"No need to apologise, it's your job after all." Ringo tried to remain composed "And in the end it all worked out so... No harm done."

"My aching body disagrees." George pouted his still somewhat swollen lip.

"Well... That was your own fault really." Ringo joked, finally catching the waiter's eye so that he could order another beer.

"You're right, you're right." George's hand was still pressed against Ringo's "Hopefully from here on out all the pain will be consensual."

Ringo blushed "Hopefully."

Later that night it was clear that there was no longer any need to be hopeful.

#the beatles fanfic #beatles fanfiction #the beatles fanfiction #the beatles #starrison #george harrison/ringo starr #george harrisonxringo starr #ringo starrxgeorge harrison #ringo starr/george harrison

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