#[[ *ouch* he didn't beat around the bush ]]

[countlessrealities]

@evilmcg sent: “Please, Mortimer, I need you.” for E-Morty post revival

A bitter, hollow laugh bubbled in Morty's throat at Meg's words, but he managed to stop the ugly sound from leaving his lips. He didn't want to give her a pretext to play the victim more than she was already doing. He could hardly stand it to this degree.

And yes, he couldn't deny that she had all the rights to act like that, she had died. He knew that and he acknowledged that. However, it didn't mean that he would bend over backwards to please her when she came running to him because she couldn't get the amount of attention she wanted from his counterpart.

He had already told her once. He refused to be used as a backup plan. So, she could take her empty pleas and go back to the one she truly longed for.

"No, you don't. It's not me that you need and we both know that," he stated in a flat tone, but the furrowing of his brows gave away that he wasn't as unaffected as he was trying to appear. "I played my part when you couldn't have him. I got something out of it, as you did, so we're even. Now I have no interest in keep on playing pretend. If other me has no time for you, suck it up and wait."

The "you can't fool me into thinking you're genuine" went unsaid, but it should have been obvious. Or, at least, it was obvious for him.

"If this is all, I must ask you to leave. I still have a lot of work to go through and I'd rather not be forced to delay it."

[nahoney22]

I would be eternally grateful if you would write GN(afab)!reader/tech NSFW with the prompt:

“aren’t you tired?” “i’m fine. don’t worry about me.”

I love your work!!!

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Tech X GN(afab)!Reader

word count: 1.5k

NSFW

prompt:

“Aren’t you tired?” • “I am fine. Don’t worry about me.”

warnings: NSFW. 18+ only. Smut, established relationship, soft sex, Tech is sexually frustrated. They/Them pronouns but female genitalia. Creampie. Praise. Swearing.

authors note: I can only apologist for the delay. Thank you for the support always. @dangraccoon

Times have been incredibly difficult for all of you. The Empire's relentless pressure has forced you to flee and seek safety wherever possible, leading to uncomfortable sleeping arrangements and living situations.

The Marauder, though far from ideal for more than five people to live on, serves as a refuge to keep everyone safe. Amidst all this, you've noticed that Tech, your other half, appears particularly burdened. Fatigue has taken a toll on his once bright eyes, and his demeanor has grown more irritable. While you suspected these changes were due to the challenging circumstances, a part of you suspects something deeper.

You’re about to enter the cockpit when you hear some hushed voices from ahead and upon closer inspection, you realise you were the topic of conversation.

“I don’t want to bother them with my problems.” Tech replies to who you assumed was Wrecker due to his booming voice.

“If you don’t tell them, they will pick up on your issue anyway.”

Curiosity piqued, you decide not to eavesdrop any longer and step into the cockpit, hands on your hips, standing behind the two clones. "What's going on?"

Tech swiftly turns to face you, while Wrecker, clearing his throat, claims he needs to prepare for assisting the others with a task—a half-truth he seizes upon to evade an uncomfortable conversation.

"Oh, darling, you're here," Tech remarks, blinking at you, prompting you to raise an eyebrow and tilt your head to the side.

"Yeah, I've been here for the last nine months," you tease, albeit with a hint of seriousness, as you observe him growing visibly uncomfortable in his seat.

You scrutinise him and fold your arms over your chest. "Tech, are you alright?"

"What makes you think otherwise?" he asks before adjusting his collar and clearing his throat.

You pause, watching him intensely before moving to sit opposite him where Wrecker once sat. "Well, for the past few days, you've been a bit on edge. You look exhausted," you state, cutting to the chase without beating around the bush.

He clears his throat again, tugging at his uniform collar once more. "Lack of sleep seems to be a prevailing issue these days, but I must say I don't feel tense, as you suggest."

"Uh-huh?" you respond skeptically, unconvinced by his answer. "Then what were you and Wrecker talking about?"

"Darling-"

"Tech, tell me," you interject, refusing to listen to his denials that everything is fine when it's evident that something is amiss, and your concern is growing.

He lets out a dejected sigh, knowing you won’t back down from this. So rising from his seat and closing the cockpit door, he turns to you.

"The reason I've been so tense is that I haven't been getting enough sleep, that ouch is true. And neither has anyone else, for that matter," he confesses, shaking his head. Your sympathetic smile encourages him to continue.

"But the main reason for my current state is because I am sexually frustrated."

You blink, taken aback by his admission. Part of you assumes he must be joking, but the seriousness etched on his face tells a different story. As your gaze scans his figure once more, you notice his hand moving lower, revealing his painfully aroused state.

"Oh, honey, why didn't you just say so?" you respond, standing up and slowly approaching him. With your left hand, you gently cup his cheek, looking into his eyes.

"All you had to do was ask. I am yours remember? Always." You say, a light laugh escaping your lips. He chuckles too, reaching up to hold your hand against his cheek, giving it a soft squeeze.

"You're right," he acknowledges matter-of-factly. "We've been too consumed by everything going on and far too preoccupied to engage in any sexual activity anyway."

You still, genuinely unable to recall the last time the two of you were intimate. He's correct; both of you have been exhausted and burdened with worries. Additionally, the cramped confines of the Marauder hardly provide the ideal setting for such… activities.

An idea swiftly enters your mind, and a mischievous spark illuminates your gaze. "When are we all supposed to go on that mission?" you inquire, looking up at him through your lashes, a flirtatious glint in your eyes.

"In approximately thirty-seven minutes," he responds, intrigued by the look in your eyes.

You let out a hum of amusement and slide your hands around the back of his neck, drawing yourself closer to him. "Why don't you and I stay behind? We can claim that we need to...uh...fix something together," you suggest with a suggestive wag of your eyebrows, feeling the heat rise within you at the mere thought of having some intimate time alone with Tech.

He raises an eyebrow, pondering your proposition as he pinches his chin in thought. "I suppose that's something we can arrange. Although I must warn you, Wrecker will undoubtedly figure out what we're up to."

"So what?" you shrug, dismissing any concerns. "Sex shouldn't be considered taboo."

A smile spreads across Tech's face, the weariness in his eyes replaced by a flicker of desire. His arousal intensifies, evident in his pants. "I will talk to Hunter immediately," he asserts, leaning down to plant a tender kiss on your lips before exiting the cockpit. His purpose is clear—to secure some precious alone time with you.

Anticipation bubbles within you as you eagerly await the rendezvous. This intimate encounter is undoubtedly something you are eagerly looking forward to.

Despite the knowing looks from Wrecker as the others left, you and Tech were finally left alone.

Finding yourselves alone in the cozy confines of the cockpit, your bodies are entwined. With you straddling his lap, your legs on either side, the intensity of your passionate kissing leaves both of you breathless, your ragged breaths mingling in the air.

You press your body against his, moving in a tantalising rhythm and grinding down on his crotch which elicits soft moans that blend into the passionate exchange.

Each sound he pours into your mouth fuels the fire within you, igniting a shared desire that has been building up for far too long. Breaking the kiss momentarily, you whisper against his lips, your voice filled with longing, "I can't believe we're finally alone. It's been too long." As his fingers dig into your hips, you melt further into his embrace.

He stands, lifting you at the same time before walking towards the ship's control panel and placing you on top. His lips trace your jaw all the while your hand palms over his pants, rubbing at his throbbing erection that had been hidden away for too long.

“I am going to treat you so right, darling.” He grunts under your touch and a small smirk plays on your lips.

“Aren’t you tired?”

“I am fine, don’t worry about me.” He chuckles, sliding your shift off your shoulders and sighs heavenly at the sight of your nude and beautiful skin. “Like I could ever be too tired for you, anyway.”

You wanted to hit back with a remark but instead you let out a soft moan as his lips latched to one of your stiffening nipples, tongue flicking expertly over it. Your head tilts back, eyes fluttering closed as tingles shoot all over your body.

Soon enough, you’re both naked and Tech wastes no time in spreading your legs, lining his cock up with entrance before slowly pushing inside of you, almost bottoming out immediately at the sensation. “You’re positively soaked, darling.” He rasps, hands holding your thighs apart as he watches his cock slick up with your arousal, slowly moving in and out of you.

You hiss due to it being a while since you last had sex with him and with every slow penetration, you could feel him stretching you. “Tech,” you whimper, legs threatening to close despite how good it felt but he kept them open until he place each leg over his shoulder and rocks his hips back and forth.

“That’s it darling, you’re doing so well. Us having intercourse is much needed to release -ugh fuck - tensions.” He sighs, eyes locked on your eyes until he watches the rise and fall of your chest with every thrust he planted into you.

Your back scraped against every button, switch and lever but you didn’t care. All you wanted was to just love him like you always did. Eventually, your legs slip off from his shoulders and you’re being spun around, bent over and taking his soft thrusts from behind. He leans over your back, kissing along your spine and even planting gentle love bites to your shoulder.

Non-surprisingly, your intimate endeavor was shortened than usual as his grunts became more frequent, thrusts becoming staggered and labored as he whispers words of appraisal into your ear.

Your needy cries of ecstasy spurred him on until he couldn’t last no longer, his climax hitting and releasing his long-awaited pleasure into you until he fell forward, chest to your back.

When he pulls out of you, both of your legs are shaky but he pulls you to him, hugging you close as both of you control your breathing. “I think it is safe to say that I believe I will get a good rest this evening. ” He smiles warmly, cheeks a little warm from finishing earlier than he would usually but you didn’t mind at all.

It was what you both needed. “Me too, sweetheart.”

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[antihibikase2]

Immediately after Hilbert Blackburn continues his challenge, only two more left, Grimsley Slater hears that a challenger is simultaneously challenging the league as he is- except the challenger started out with Caitlin, then Shauntal, then Marshal, and were now heading towards his chambers.

He wonders which between him and Blackburn would claim the throne first, if that peculiar challenger- N, hasn't beaten Alder yet.

He wants to put his bets on Blackburn; that kid was something else.

He hears someone step into his chambers, and Grimsley readies a coin in his fingers to be flipped- if the supposed heroes of Ideals and Truth were on a race against time, then who could this secret third challenger be?

The Heart, maybe.

Grimsley snorts a little.

As if The Heart had any truth or ideals to call his own.

The challenger climbs up the steps to his platform, accompanied by a Liepard. A totebag hangs off their shoulder and a pair of red glasses rest on their face.

The sight of their hair- almost black, but just the same shade as Grimsley's under the light, gives Grimsley enough of a clue on who this challenger is.

Still, they state their name.

"My name is Cheren," They say, shoving one fist into their pocket. "Cheren Slater. I'm your brother."

This one doesn't beat around the bush at all.

Like a Fake Out, they've caught Grimsley off guard and completely stumped on what to say next; the information they had just dropped on him hasn't even fully sunk.

They don't even give him a chance to open his mouth as they speak next. "You know, 'little Cheri'?"

That strange child, that crybaby sibling of his, the one that nearly drowned in- "Little Cheri?"

"Little Cheri," They repeat again, one of their fingers pointing at themselves. "Unless, you really did forget about me?"

Oh.

There was a twinge of bitterness in their tone, the brief look of sadness and resentment in their eyes.

Grimsley supposes such a reaction was fair- he hadn't come home for any of little Cheri's birthdays since they were.. seven? Eight? Nine?

Dragons. He couldn't even remember how long it's been.

He shakes his head, an amused smile finally forming on his face as realization sunk in. "No, no. I didn't. How could I forget about my little Cheri?"

For as off-putting and admittedly creepy Grimsley found them at times, little Cheri was still his baby sibling, one that he had promised himself to look after one way or another- even if he could not be around physically.

Yet, he knows he's failed in that aspect- sending over gifts could not make up for his lack of presence.

Little Cheri no longer stared off into the distance or quietly ran off from their babysitter to get into some trouble.

Little Cheri now had eight badges under their belt, a team of five, and was radiating an aura of an exemplary trainer, one worthy of facing against the champion.

Little Cheri had grown so much.

And with that frown of his in his face, they take out a Pokeball from his totebag, and Grimsley could feel the restlessness of the sea.

"I said my name is Cheren," Though his gaze is icy, he seemed more embarrassed than anything; like a child being doted on by an embarrassing relative. "Cheri is fine, but I'd rather reserve that for close friends and family,"

Ouch!

Well, that too was fair.

Grimsley couldn't be expected to call himself family if he had spent most of his life away-

"And you're Elite Four Grimsley right now, aren't you? Not Giima," There's a slight look of amusement as he says that. "So, get it together."

Somehow, somewhere, little Cheri had learn to become quite a blunt child.

Not that Grimsley complained.

Family reunions and catching up could wait. For now, he takes one of his Pokeballs into his own palm, readying himself and his partners for battle.

He chooses not to do his usual spiel this time, instead, mirroring his brother's almost smug look.

"Very well then. Challenger Cheren, show me if you're still that crybaby from before!"

[scarfwrites]

Hanging out with their Friend ft. Kuroo, Oikawa, Tsukishima

❅Genre : Fluff, Crack, 

❅Pairings: Kuroo x Reader

                    Oikawa x Reader

                    Tsukishima x Reader

❅Warnings: none

❅A/N :  aka the boys being jealous beans

REPOST FROM MY OLD BLOG

Kuroo

You were hanging out with Kenma at the arcade Kenma calling it a reward after the five hours you both spent on your project.

“You're really good at these games I can't win any” you said smiling

“Well I do spend a lot of time in the arcade” Kenma said chuckling

“A lot of time to win every game here?” you chuckled

Meanwhile Kuroo was waiting at your house to spend some time with you for the weekends of course you weren't at home. You kinda forgot to tell him about it and you left your phone at your house so all his texts and calls went to voicemail.

‘Where could she be’ he thought slightly annoyed

He decided to ask your friends if they knew about your whereabouts

“Oh y/n? She told me she was gonna do her project with Kenma” your friend said nonchalantly 

“Alright thanks a lot f/n” he said in a sweet voice

His best friend?!? How could you do this with Kenma and not tell him? A better question: why didn't Kenma tell him about it? He won't admit it but he was jealous that you were hanging out with his best friend without him.

He knew by this time you'd both be done with the stupid project. Where else does Kenma like to go? The arcade he thought so he rushed to the arcade.

“Aww Kenma you didn't have to get me this” you said holding the giant stuffed teddy bear

“Well you kept looking at it like a baby who wants candy” he replied

“Yeah but you could've used the tickets to buy something else” you pouted

“Well we're friends and I've gotten most of the things I want from here” he smiled

“AHA CAUGHT IN 4K” you hear a voice booming through the arcade and the sound of a picture being taken

All you and Kenma said was

“Huh?”

“Don't huh me” the voice turned out to be your boyfriend who looked ticked

“What?” You said very confused

“What are you both doing here?!?” He interrogated

“Playing on the arcade what else do you think” Kenma said as he rolled his eyes

“Don't sass me I'm the cop and interrogator here” Kuroo scowled

“Are you high or something” you asked confused

“No, are you?!?” Kuroo yelled

“Will you stop beating around the bush and just tell us what's wrong” Kenma said annoyed

“Why are you both hanging out with me?? More importantly why didn't you tell me” Kuroo said fuming

“Because you're an ass to deal with and you show way too much PDA” Kenma said nonchalantly

“Well that's one way to put it” you said trying to hide your laugh

“Excuse me?!?” he said angrily

“Well I forgot to tell you… sorry” you said scratching your head

“Hmph I'll forgive you this time” he said as he crossed his arms 

Before you were all about to leave to go home Kuroo noticed something

“Where'd you get that” he said pointing at the teddy bear you were holding

Oh god is what you thought

You looked at Kenma and he signalled you not tell him as you looked back to Kuroo

“I got it myself” you said as sweat dropped down your face

“You're lying you suck at the arcade” Kuroo scowled

“First of all ouch that hurt, second of all I'm not lying why would I lie” you said slightly pissed

“Well it doesn't matter I'm winning you another one” he said 

“Hey you don't need to make such a big deal–” but before you could stop him was already at the machines to get some tickets 

“You can't stop me” he glared 

You and Kenma looked at each other

“You're right I shouldn't have gotten you that” he sighed

“Well looks like it's too late now” you chuckled

You ended up with two of the bears and Kuroo carrying both of them

“Where am I gonna put both of these” you frown

“Well you should've thought of that before asking him to get you one” Kuroo said

“She didn't ask me to get her one I decided to get her one” Kenma said annoyed

“How could you?!? Your own best friend” he gasped

“She's my friend” Kenma defended

You look at both of them and sigh

This is gonna be a long day

Oikawa

You were with Iwaizumi walking home from buying some groceries

“Thanks again Hajime you really didn't have to” you smiled

“Call it a thank you for keeping Shittykawa in check” he smiled back as you giggle

“Are you sure you don't need help with that” you asked

“Yeah I'm fine I'm sure if I left you alone with these bags you'd take hours to get home” he smiled playfully

“It would not!” you pout as he chuckled

Meanwhile your boyfriend Oikawa was looking all over for you to walk you home from school

“Oikawa? Why are you still here?” Mattsun asked as him and Makki walked outside the school gates

“I could ask you the same thing” Oikawa said slightly annoyed as he couldn't find you

“I asked first” Mattsun retorted

“I can't find Y/N-chan” he said crossing his arms pouting

“Oh she went with Iwaizumi home” Mattsun said nonchalantly 

“SHE WHAT?!?” he gasped loudly

“Jeez what are you a megaphone” Makki said annoyed

“Is that really why you've been standing here for so long” Mattsun sighed

“HOW COULD SHE DO THIS TO ME WITH MY OWN BEST FRIEND” Oikawa yelled 

“Looks like he's in his own world again” Matsun groaned

“Let's follow him and see what happens when he sees her with Iwaizumi” Makki grinned

“Thanks for walking me home and bringing the groceries I owe you a lot” you smiled brightly

“It's nothing really” Iwaizumi smiled back

“How bout we get some ice cream tomorrow as a thank you gift” you asked

“Sure after practice” he replied

“HOW DARE YOU” you hear someone yell

You both look at where the sound is coming from to see Oikawa running a hundred miles an hour while Mattsun and Makki were tiredly running after him

“I CAN'T BELIEVE WHAT I'M SEEING AND HEARING” Oikawa yelled angrily but he got smacked hard on the head by Iwaizumi

“Will you shut up” Iwaizumi scowled as Oikawa glared

“Hey hey no fighting” you said getting in between them 

“What's wrong with you” you asked annoyed

“WHAT'S WRONG WITH ME WHAT'S WRONG WITH YOU” he yelled

“Will you stop yelling” you said crossing your arms

“Jeez you ran so fast my bunions grew bunions” Makki said panting

“YOU LEAVE ME AT SCHOOL THEN DECIDE TO HAVE ICE CREAM TOMORROW WITHOUT ME” Oikawa yelled like a child

“You wanna yell some more” Iwaizumi said pissed off as he rolled up his sleeves

“Really? You're throwing a tantrum over that” you deadpan

“What'd you expect it's Oikawa” Mattsun chimed in 

“I was waiting for hours” he whined

“Well sorry I forgot to tell you but if I did you'd just complain the whole walk home about carrying the groceries” you explained

“I would not!” He gasped

“You definitely would” Makki Mattsun and Iwaizumi said in unison

“Shut up” he scowled

“Didn't know you were such a jealous person” you chuckled

“I'm not you should've told me where you went I had to wait for hours” he said pouting like a baby

“Maybe if you weren't surrounded by your fangirls I would've” you rolled your eyes

“Don't you trust me and Hajime” you teased

“W-What no I do” he said

“Clearly you don't” Makki chuckled

“Wow how rude” you said dramatically looking away

“I do trust both of you” he pouted 

“Doesn't seem like it” Mattsun said as Iwaizumi nodded

“Shut up all of you are so mean” he whined

“Alright you big dork how about we head inside I'll cook us some dinner” you smiled

“Y/N's food? Count me in” Makki said as he went inside

“Me too it's been a while” Mattsun followed 

“You better not eat it all” Iwaizumi scowled going inside

“Fine I'll forgive you this time” Oikawa pouted

“Thank you” you pecked his cheek “you're such a dork you know that” you giggle

“A dork you love so much” he said smugly

“Yeah yeah whatever” you said pulling him inside

Tsukishima

You were walking with Yachi to hand out the team's water bottles after a tiresome practice. As you call out to them you failed to see the volleyball flying at you

“Y/N WATCH OUT” you hear Daichi yell

Before you can even react you see the volleyball flying out you only to get blocked and pushed by Kageyama whom which injured his knee

“Oh my gosh I'm so sorry” you said panicking as he winced quietly in pain

“It's nothing Y/N” he tried to give you a reassuring smile

“Get him to the nurses office” Daichi yelled across the room you both nodded

“Wait let me help you” you said worriedly

You both exit and go to the nurse's office

“Guess that spike was a bit too hard sorry” Tanaka said scratching his neck

“A little? You could've hurt Y/N” Tsukishima glared

“C-calm down Tsukki” Yamaguchi said 

“Looks like he's only concerned about Y/N” Daichi sighed

“Pretty typical if you ask me” Sugawara said 

You carefully brought Kageyama to the nurse's office and patched up his knee

“Careful don't move it too much or it might hurt more” you scold lightly

“T-Thank you y/n you really didn't have to do this though” he blushed 

“Well you defended me from that volleyball it's a thank you” you smiled brightly as he continued to blush profusely

“I'm sorry about this you're probably not gonna be able to play for a while” you looked down and frowned

“No no it's ok it doesn't hurt too badly I'm sure I'll get better in a day” he said trying to cheer you up

“Hey don't force yourself though alright?” you said as he nodded

“Jeez what's taking you both so long” Tsukishima walks in and you see an annoyed expression on his face

“Didn't expect to see you here” Kageyama looked over to Tsukishima to see him glaring

“Daichi and the others wanted to know if you're okay” he said annoyed

“I expected them to ask someone like Hinata to come here” you said

“Is there something wrong with me here” he glared

“No it's just weird hearing you accept it especially if it's Kageyama” you teased

“Yeah he'd only care if you were the one who was hurt” Kageyama said

“Doesn't matter will you be able to go on or what” he scowled

“No I'll have to take a break until it gets better” Kageyama replied

“Alright then hurry up and let's get going” Tsukishima said getting more annoyed

“Someone's in a bad mood” you whisper

“What was that” he said as his expression darkened as he looked at you

“Oh nothing” you said innocently

As you three got back to the gym you noticed the tension between Tsukishima and Kageyama

“Tsukishima seems grumpy” Hinata said 

“Well he's always grumpy” you chuckled

“Well doesn't he seem grumpier than usual” Hinata asked

You look over to see Tsukishima glaring at Kageyama intensely 

“I guess you’re right hopefully it doesn't affect practice” you said worriedly

Practice was alright besides Tsukishima glaring at Kageyama from time to time and he was certainly grumpier when responding to people

After practice and everyone left you pulled Tsukishima aside

“What is it now” he scowled

“Is someone jealous” you tease

“No” he said blankly as he put his headset on

“You sure? You're more grumpier after he saved me from getting hurt” you tease as you put it back down

“I'm not grumpy and if I was it's just a coincidence” he said looking away

“No need to be jealous he saved me so of course I'd help him that's all” you said as you pulled him to a tight hug

“Pfft like I'd be jealous that the king would steal MY girlfriend” he said returning the hug as you giggle

“All yours” you pecked his cheeks as he blushed

“Better be that way” he said

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[rayslittlekitten]

I Almost Told You That I Loved You - Ch. 4

Chapter 3 | IATYTILY Masterlist | Chapter 5

A/N: Hey y'all! I’m sorry these chapters are coming out short. I think I’m just overthinking everything while trying to get to where i want it to get to. Hope you enjoy this chapter.

Rating: T

Pairing: Jax Teller x F! Reader

Plot: This takes place shortly after Tara leaves Charming. You start working at Teller-Morrow and an unlikely and messy relationship forms between you and Jax.

Contains: lots of banter and flirting

Mondays are your days off from TM. It’s the slowest day of the week and it gives you time to catch up on homework and time to yourself.  You decide to take a break from doing your math homework after staring at numbers for hours.  Your eyes were starting to get cross eyed.  Your aunt had asked you earlier to pick up a few items at the grocery store so you take the opportunity to do so now. You try to start your car but it's not.  You give it a few more tries, hoping it will eventually start, but it's not having it.  You don't want to but you do the inevitable.

You wait outside by your car and see a TM tow truck coming down the block. As the truck gets closer, you notice Jax is the one driving with no one in the passenger seat. He pulls up in front of your aunt's house and looks at you.

"I heard you're having car trouble," Jax shouts with a smirk on his face. That little shit. 

"Yeah, I am," you respond. 

"Is it this the one?" Jax points to your run down car in the driveway.

"Yeah." You nod.

Jax backs the truck up to align it with your car. He hops out of the truck and walks over to you. He takes a glance at your aunt's house.

"You live here?"

"Yes, I do," you answer.

"It's a nice little house. You live by yourself?"

"No, I live with my aunt. What is this? 20 Questions? Can we please get this car out of here?" You change the subject.

"Did somebody wake up on the wrong side of the bed? Or maybe didn't wake up in bed with somebody next to them?" Jax lick lips. "I'm just trying to get to know you better." Jax shrugs and hooks the car to the rig on the back of the truck and checks to make sure it's secure.

"How do you know I didn't wake up with somebody next to me?" You ask curiously.

"I don't. Just wanted to see your reaction," Jax smirks. He then walks over to the passenger side of the truck and opens the door for you.

"Your carriage awaits, princess," Jax says, his hand gesturing to the truck.

You roll your eyes at him and hop into the car.  He shuts the door and gets into the driver's side and takes off. Great. You're now stuck with Jax alone.

"I know people call you Prince Charming, but you know you're not an actual prince, right?" You ask. "Nor are you that charming,"

"Ouch. You definitely didn't wake up next to anyone this morning." Jax chuckles.

"What's a prince doing towing cars? It's usually one of the other guys, even Ope if he has to who does the car towing while you're doing lube services and cleaning dipsticks," You shoot back at him. "Oh wait, I'm sorry, it's your dipstick that's getting serviced and cleaned."

Jax smirks while he looks over at you.

"Listen, if you want to service and clean my dipstick, just say so. No need to beat around the bush.” Jax takes a sip from his bottle of water.

“Well, according to what you told me on Saturday, you want to beat around my bush.”

Jax chokes on his water and swerves a little, almost sideswiping some parked cars. He pulls up to a red light and coughs. He downs some more water in hopes it’ll help.

“Careful there, prince. You don’t want to ruin your carriage.”

Jax has his coughing under control and clears his throat.

"So uh, what's the deal with you and Frankie? Saw you two getting cozy at Ope's party." Jax says as the light turns green and he starts driving again.

"Why? Did he say something?" You look over at him and ask.

"Why do you want to know? Are you interested in him?" Jax answers her question with another question.

You both are clearly dancing around circles.

"Don't put this on me. You're the one who wants to know," you shoot back at him.

Jax lets out a low chuckle. "What are you doing Friday night?"

"Why do you want to know? Are you interested?" You mock him.

"You know that I'm interested, darlin'." Jax looks you up and down.

You take a moment to decide what you want to say. "What's going on Friday night?" you ask.

"Me and some friends usually hang out at the clubhouse to drink and smoke at the end of the week."

You think about it for a moment before answering. "Will Frankie be there?" you tease.

"Seriously, is there something going on between you and Frank? Because I don't want to tread on his territory if there is," Jax says.

"Okay, first of all, I'm nobody's territory." You chuckle. "Second, I was just teasing you. Are you asking me out on a date, Teller?"

"No, this is not a date. I don't do dates. Just... hanging out," Jax shrugs. "See where the night takes us."

"Is that your usual routine to get into women's pants?"

"What is this? 20 Questions?" He smirks.

"I'm just trying to get to know you better," you shoot back.

"Touché." Jax laughs. "So, Friday night?" Jax asks, avoiding your initial question.

"I'll think about it." You smile at him.

"That's not a no. I"ll take that." Jax smiles back as he pulls into the Teller-Morrow lot.

Chapter 5

[forthechubbies]

Mrs. Jeon Vol 3

Synopsis• One nightstand gone Marriage!? The past catches up with Yn when her head over heels husband finds his lost bride and will keep her by any means necessary.

Category's•Violent Thoughts, Hostel Behavior, Nsfw (Later), and Bratty Jungkook.

Duos• Yandere! Jungkook x Chubby! Reader

Vol 1, 2, 3, 4,

What’s going on down there? It sounds restlessly calm. You could hear muffled voices but nothing more; you aren't too keen on testing your luck and sneak into the corridor to eavesdrop on their conversation. Pretty sure the door is locked anyway.

Instead, You took note of the confined walls surrounding you. A typical master bedroom accessorized an earthy decor, cute mini-plants placed in various room areas, two tiny pet turtles in a tank constructed into a giant wooden bookshelf.

Speaking of books, talk about books galore. The shelved books had little to no wiggle room aside from the one empty slot belonging to the open novel on the nightstand. The owner won’t mind you partaking in one quick gander-

“Ah!” You gasp, fixing your eyes on your newly treated ankle. For a minute, you just about forgot this crazy abducted situation your in. The bedsprings dip as you flop back into the spot where Jimin left you. Jimin was the man you fell on during your first attempt at freedom; he was even generous enough to bandage with utmost care.

A kind gesture a particular bunny wasn’t too thrilled on seeing, Jungkook's face soured while watching Jimin’s filthy little womanizing hands caressing the delicate soft plushy skin of his carrot’s legs.

Son of a bitch trying to cop a feel on his wife, Jimin’s flirtatious persona, led him out to be a well-known heartthrob but often seen as a gigolo through certain people's point of view and, frankly, Jungkook's wife won't be a victim of the Jimin Effect.

Crash!

The smash of a glass object-making contact with the hard marble kitchen floor snatched Jimin’s and your attention giving it to the irritable bunny who’s psychotically enthusiastic about testing his progress in strength by snapping his hyung’s neck-

Oh, no, his carrot looks frightened-He shouldn't do such a brutal act of love with his wife nearby; her poor innocent heart might shatter. No violence...At least for the time being.

Next thing you know, Jungkook's face lightened up, and even when Jimin bit his head off for breaking one of Jin’s fancy dinnerware, his facial expression persisted undaunted. Jungkook kept a serene masquerade, but through closer observation, he clenched his jaw at Jimin’s hand on cradling the small of his wife’s back, guiding her into hiding in the upper part of the house for a reason unknown.

Jungkook let Jimin take you no-fuss included, Hence, Your encaged situation. For all, you know, The men were downstairs plotting a far-flung strategy to murder you making it look like a battle of defense.

Though, You were more occupied by another Crack for the floor down below. ” Ahh!” You cried out, falling back on the bed once again.

Meanwhile, Downstairs.

”Stop! Breaking Hyung’s plates, or we're both as good as dead!” Jimin growled. ”Quit avoiding the question! Who the hell is that woman!? Did you hurt her!? Why-!” Jimin asked Jungkook until his cheeks burned a reddish hue, and his neck veins were dominant.

In one swift breath, Jungkook responded. “ She’s Mrs.Jeon. My wife.”

Jimin knew his maknae had a few loose screws in his head, but this is getting out of hand.

”Wife?! Do you know how old you are!? Kook, You just turn twenty-three-”

”So What.” Jungkook interrupted. ”You want me to wait until I’m an ancient fart like Hyung to get married.”

”Pffft.” Jimin pressed his lips into a thin line suppressing his need to laugh. ”Ahem, respect your elders-You little brat.”

Amidst the brothers at each other's throats, another member of the maknae line awakened from his mid-morning nap; drowsy eyed Kim Taehyung waddled upstairs to check up on his Hyung living in the room above him.

He could have sworn a faint scream is what he heard-Well; there's no harm in checking.

You jumped at the squeaky hinges of the door opening. Wait, it was unlocked!? Expecting the uninvited visitor to be Jungkook, You raised a pillow over your head, ready to be hurled-to your amazement; it was a completely different man.

A long-haired male with long chocolate locks kept at bay by a beige headband; his attire was disarray. His tank top hung off his shoulder, slightly creased in his pajama pant’s waistband.

Adorable, to say the least, the poor thing’s eyes weren’t even fully open yet, the pretty pink pout of his lips nearly forced an” Aw” from yours.

”Who are you?” He grumbled, scratching the back of his neck.

Sweet mother of deep, He stood a few feet away, but the raspiness and depth of his voice caused your insides to start quivering.

”I’m-I’m the sand fairy.” You choked out, fluttering the tips of your fingers as if spreading magic dust. ” I'm here to ensure all your dreams are sweet. ”

You nibbled your lip nervously, hoping he takes the bait. He yawned in response dragging his exhausted body across the room to you; he halts. You gulped, staring up at him; you felt like a mouse about to pounce on by a tiger.

”H-H-I!” You yelped.

The man took no real investment in your fib; instead, he decided to reap the benefits of how soft and plushy you are by laying his head on your bare thighs. He wiggled in place to reach maximum comfort.

”Ah.” He moaned, falling back to sleep.

Oh, dear.

………

The sound of the hyung’s arrival made the two maknae gulp.

First in the door was Hoseok, hands full grocery bags ” Come help! Quick, save the ice cream if it isn't soup by now.”

Namjoon followed behind. ” I told Jin not to get the ice cream first-He knows how he gets with his coupons.”

”The worst part is he got upset when we told him that's enough food then told to stay in the car.” Yoongi stretched out the pins and needles feeling in his limbs.

”You may say that's enough now, but when that brat comes, he's going to eat us out of house and home!” Jin scolded, unconsciously fetching the rest of the bags.

Jin froze, staring at Jungkook, helping put the food in the correct places. He didn't hesitate to smother his baby boy in a hug, but right after, he jabbed Jungkook's gut.

”Oof!” Jungkook doubled over, gripping his chest. ” I missed you too,” He coughed.

Jin stood tall. ” And there's plenty more where that came from once Hoseok gets his hands on you.”

Anyone but Hoseok.

” I heard Jk!” Hoseok rushed Jungkook a bear hug. ” Thank goodness you're alright!” He jabbed in his Jungkook's gut. ” Where the hell have you been?!”

Jungkook groaned. ” Ou-Ouch..I won't be able to tell you if I keep getting hit.” He cleared his throat. ”America.”

”America!” The hyungs blared out.

Namjoon pinched the bridge of his nose. ” What possessed you to go there on your own? Have you forgotten what you are?”

Jungkook sighed. “ I know, I know, but I just envy normal people around my age having the freedom to go wherever they want.”

“ But you’re not," Yoongi brutally minced Jungkook’s sob story. He’s not particularly fond of beating around the bush, especially when dealing with his brothers earlier this afternoon. “ Unlike ‘normal’ twenty-year-olds, you are adored by army who would be upset if anything happened to you.”

Jungkook bowed his head in shame; the thought of army never really crossed his mind.

“And-“ Yoongi continued. “ There are crazies in every country, so what made you think heading off on your own would be alright!?”

“Why America?” Namjoon’s brow jumped as the gears in his head began to turn. “ Out of all the beautiful places we visited-You chose the U.S? What was there that you had to leave without an explanation?”

Namjoon stared at Jungkook’s eyes not in a malicious sense, just a habit when trying to figure out a solution or, in this case, a missing clue to the reason his little brother hopped up and left.

“Twinkats (Twinkies),” Jimin laughed nervously. “ I bet his suitcase is full of them.”

Sadly, Jimin’s fairy charm wouldn’t work this time. Jungkook is drowning in deep waters, and there’s no salvage coming for miles; at this rate, Jungkook had two options: tell the truth, orrrr, run away with his loving wife in his arms.

Not gonna lie; Jungkook leaned towards the second option, but the fates had another plan.

”Hyung! Hyung! Namjoon-Hyungie!!” Taehyung screamed bloody murder, sprinting downstairs minus jumping the last five steps. ” Her ankle is purple!”

Taehyung paused, breathing heavily in front of the kitchen where the interrogation is being held, accompanied by a woman injured cradled in his arms, more worried about him dropping than her throbbing ankle.

Taehyung had the room’s undivided attention, and Jungkook’s enviousness scowl; his wife was clinging on to another man like a baby koala to its mother but had it been him, she would scratch his eyes out.

Let's not mention the fact! It seems like she's only wearing a shirt, and guess who the owner is, not him!

” Who-”

”What-”

”Why”

” How!?”

Before getting into details about the hyung's reaction to their new houseguest, let's first take a detour to Prince Taehyung mini rescue adventure.

A good hour in, Taehyung woke up from the best nap of his life to beautiful damsel sniffles and tears. The sweetheart asked what was wrong and nodded as the damsel explained, coming to realize she was in distress. Prince Taehyung aided the beauty with new clothes and tied a red ribbon into her hair….beacause he thought it would look pretty (Shrugs).

However, her ankle injury required a different source of help, so who else to ask but his favorite Hyung? But he couldn't find Yoongi in his room, so he decided to ask Namjoon instead.

Back to the original story

Taehyung explains the truth unconsciously, throwing his little brother under the bus.

Jin’s eye twitched as he peered at Jungkook, who was attempting to slip out of the kitchen. ” You little sh-!”

Let's just say Jin didn't nearly beat Jungkook almost half to death with a rice paddle while shouting numerous insults to bruise a thousand men’s pride in a second.

It went silent after Jin banished Jungkook to the beach house a few feet from the house until he wanted to see his face again. Namjoon took it upon himself to introduce the gang.

You politely shared a warm hello but wished nothing more to go home.

[bangtanpromptsfics]

acacia.

dialogue prompt #1: “Is this illegal?”

pairing: jungkook x reader

genre: f2l, fluff

word count: 1,590

warnings: alcohol consumption, swearing

summary: jungkook is in love with his best friend who would date anybody but him

a/n: these are meant to be for writing practice. feedback is greatly appreciated. it's really short but I hope you like this!! prompt is inspired from pinterest.

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“Is this illegal?”

Jungkook realises you are dumb, especially with all that alcohol from the party, or more so even without it. 

He takes a sip of his beer and tries to construct a safe sentence which won't come out as rude.

“Bitch”. Well he tried. “You want to rob someone? That too his Balenciaga jacket? ”

You are referring to Namjoon who is busy chatting up girls with his dimples and loads of knowledge, for which he is mostly known. Redefining sexy or something on that line. 

He was hosting this party for reasons you don't remember now anyways, it has something to do with his never ending list of achievements. And he basically invites most of the population of college. I mean free drinks so, whatever. 

“I'm cold Kook, and his jacket looks so warm. He didn't give it when I asked him politely, so let's steal it”, you slur, shifting your body weight around enough to not have your face planted on the floor. 

“You asked him? ”, he squeaks. “You can have mine”, he is removing his denim jacket in the next second, with a look of amuse of course and drapes it over your shoulder, “feeling better?”

“Yes!”, you begin to chime, “It smells like you too!”

Jungkook’s cheeks warm up instinctively. Though sometimes you are a pain in the ass, especially drunk, he had never complained about it. He shoots death glares and unpleasant nose scrunches of course, but nothing more. He'd been your friend for so long, so he should've been used to the random appreciation you give him. He should be immune to your flirty laughs, the way you look absolutely endearing with his hoodie on your small frame and definitely not clench his fist in jealousy when you go out for dates. 

Probably a very cliche best friend in one-sided love story, but he feels so much more complications than that. He was going to confess ages ago, but since you are dumb as I said, would jump around random guys, scare them off with your mouth and wonder why you are single. 

At times he wants to blow a punch to his face, like now, for being so crazy about his best friend, and being limited to only give you some sort of bro love until it's alas the final year of college and he completely misses the chance when you go to Paris for career. 

“Talk something Kookie”, you bump shoulders together to catch the boy's attention who is in deep thought. He was indulgent in walking you to your dorm, and it reaches by ten minutes, and he really just want to fucking kiss you before you go, but he can't. 

He faces you when you rest your face on his shoulder. “What are you thinking about hm?”, you ask. 

“Nothing”. Liar. 

“Well then I have something to say”, you remove your face and gaze on the ground, feeling a little sad already. 

For a second he is hopeful and he doesn't know why. “What about?”

“Yesterday’s date”. Ouch. But as always he is trying his best, “Oh totally forgot about it. How did it go? Any luck? ”

“He stood me up. That asshole didn't even show up. I guess he just wanted sex”, you kick a pebble out of frustration while Jungkook wants to kick his face. It breaks him that he doesn't stand a chance to show you how much you can be loved. That you are more than the body all boys crave and go. 

This time he kicks a pebble, and it jumps fairly up to land on some car’s window. 

“Careful”, you chuckle, “I don't have money for concession”.

“Y/n, why don't you understand when I say someone is playing you? I always warn you, but you choose to do your bullshit anyway”. He is aggressive, but he's just sad; broken. And even though you get it, it sets you off. 

“I am trying to find my soul mate”.

Jungkook couldn't help but laugh out loud, he thinks you are so innocent, so naive to let people run you over because of how soft your heart is. He even bends a little to catch his knees to support himself. 

“What?”, you scoff, crossing your hands across the chest. 

“You want to go on a date?”, he asks. And it takes him off guard too, more than you. But he seemed confident for the first time. Probably because the sober you doesn't remember the drunk you even in the slightest, or perhaps he thinks it'll go right. 

“Date?”, you repeat, “With you?”

“Yeah”

“Like… right now?”

“Yes”, he puts out his hand, waiting for you to join hands. 

What's the worst thing that's going to happen anyways? It's Jungkook, that one person who would give his life to protect you. 

He doesn't say anything for the rest of the walk. It's a bit rushed because he can't simply wait. A whole thunderstorm is rushing inside his veins and he wants to make everything about this just perfect. So perfect that you forget about every date you have ever been too. 

This is surely not the best date he had planned if he ever took you out, but it sounds alright on his mind and wishes it does the same on yours too. 

After a stroll, you're waiting for Jungkook behind some rented building. He returns with a ladder; enough to make it to the first floor. 

He makes sure to stand behind you and assure your safety. The rest of the way up was stairs, several tiring floors and heavy breath. 

He observes your face forms an ‘O’ out of surprise. 

At the rooftop of this building sits the most beautiful view of the city and thankfully starry sky to make things better. 

It's Jungkook’s self-reflection space to be exact. There were things he shared with you of course, you were each other's shoulder to cry on, but ever since he caught feelings for you, he is just afraid he'll end up ranting into a sudden confession and ruin the friendship. 

So he found other ways to cope. You however were convinced that it was some sort of “change” over time. Everyone changes and you believed it was just something of that sorts. 

“It's so beautiful! ”, you grin, “How come you never bring me here you meanie! ”, you smack his arm as you sit down on the ground beside him. 

“I was going too! ”, he fights back,  rubbing his arm. 

“This is a perfect date”, you begin after some moment of silence, “how come you don't go for relationships!? Girls will be so happy to be treated this way! ”

The first part of the sentence makes his chest warm out of pride, but it collapses to where it was before as you end. 

He just knows you'll never know how he feels unless he just says it, without beating around the bush. 

He doesn't say anything and instead gets up to take two cans of beer he had hid somewhere. You are way past your alcohol limit and acting knowingly for once, you reject. 

He opens his and chugs down half of it in one go. 

“Woah… hey Kookie you alright? ”, he flinches when your palm presses against his shoulder. 

“I want to kiss you really bad”.

Bad line of start. 

Your cheeks burn and turn vibrant shades of scarlet, expecting anything but that. But the more you continue to look at him, the more ethereal he looks; attractive, and someone definitely not deserving of petty friend zoning. 

He feels a pair of lips on his cheeks, startling him. He turns around to see your face breathtakingly close. 

He is really slow, studying every clue you give, once he is certain he is doing this with consent, he places both of his palms on your cheek and leans in. 

Jungkook wants to pinch himself because he thinks he is sleeping and it's just another one of his blissful day dreams. But when you nibble on his bottom lip, he thinks maybe not. You are really here, hands on his hair and kissing him. He holds your head more firmly as he begins to dominate the kiss, ambitious to let you know what he had been thinking about you for the past several years. 

His lips are flushed and glossy when you break off of him, but hands still on his body, on his shoulder, taking your time to catch your breath. 

“Y/n...I hope it's clear now. I like you. Like… . I really like you. And it had been killing me for years whenever I see you going behind other guys, sleeping with them just because they agree to take you on a date. Please Y/n, will you give me a…chance”.

Since the author had enough of Y/n’s dumbness as well, the story continues with Y/n accepting him, realising how blind she was. 

You feel already intoxicated by his lips so you give it a peck and hug him, “Yes Koo. And I'm sorry, for all this, and thank you so much for this date, I am looking forward to our second one”, you beam. 

He finds it cute how you think soulmates exist. He doesn't know about all that. He just knows you can make him happy and every heartbreak for you was worth it. So he smiles and nods, nothing conveyed after, until he takes you back to your dorm and kisses you one last time for the day. 

Thank you so much for reading!!

Original Content of ©bangtanpromptsfics

[nakedmossy]

Golden Hour ☼

A Triple Frontier Story - Part 1/?

Word Count: 3.1k

Summary: Molly [reader] has been living on the beaches of Mexico for the last 3 years since being honourably discharged from the army and leaving her fiance back in Texas. Riddled with PTSD, she went on a bender, ending up in a small coastal farming town in the Yucatan. Forced into early retirement despite being the best sniper in her company and all the trauma that came with that responsibility, she has worked hard to obtain peace in her new life. She was closer than ever to fully achieving it, that is, until her ex-crew member and lifelong friend, Will Miller, showed up with a proposition to bring her out of retirement for one last job with the boys. -----------------------------

The sun was hovering around the horizon, beating down on the beach as the water lapped the shore. You rolled the dirty cup around in the dishwater absentmindedly, scrubbing the dried coffee off the sides, letting your hands soak. It had been an easy day, a 5am rise for a morning surf, a bike ride to the market to pick up some fruit, and a mid day Dive to a wreck site with some tourists. All-in you had pocketed around $50, including tips, and a complimentary phone number from the bachelor who had tried to frisk you while you filled the tanks on the dock. It would get you enough food to last through to the weekend, and if it didn't, well, you could always call the bachelor tourist for dinner.

You were caught up in a daydream when you heard something rolling in through the bush, the sounds of the studded tires reverberating off of the rock and palm trees, the sand and jungle brush cracking and moving, the dull hum of the engine. You tipped your head closer to the window over the sink to see a slick black motorbike come to a stop near your hitch, a large muscular figure hooking his helmet on the handlebar before jumping off and walking towards your trailer door. Your hand hovered over the sidearm you kept loaded on your kitchen counter.

“Hey Sweet Cheeks” The voice shouted, the silhouette keeping its arms and hands visible.

Your stomach dropped. No way. The voice belonged to the boy who had pinched your ass as a kid, annoyed your ass as a teen, saved your ass as a new recruit in the army, and more than once grabbed your ass at the bar while you squeezed your ass into a tight dress. You froze for a moment before you looked out your window and saw him standing at your trailer door, waiting.

You opened it abruptly, swinging it hard enough that it hit the side of the trailer with a loud clank. You kept your arm out to keep it wide, surveying the sight in front of you with a shocked expression, your chest rising and falling in shallow, tight breaths of disbelief. He did the same, his eyes travelling up from your bare feet, along your tanned legs, to your jean shorts and your braless tank top, all the way to your shaded eyes.

“Will Miller” You spoke, his name like a muscle memory in your mouth. “What the fuck are you doing here.”

You took three long seconds before you smiled, then you practically jumped out of your trailer and into his arms, your legs wrapping around his waist, laughing uncontrollably in surprise and excitement. He squeezed you tight, one hand around your hips, the other on the back of your head, compressing you into his muscular frame. He let out a low growl of contentment while he nuzzled his head into your hair.

“Good to see you Molly” He mumbled.

You squeezed him with as much strength as you could muster before he let you slide down, your feet hitting the sand below. You brought a hand up to shade your eyes, the sun beaming directly in your eyes from behind his shoulder. You knew his face like the back of your hand, you had grown up with it chasing after you with spiders and nerf guns, then spent 10 years in active service being chased by cockroaches and real guns. You hadn’t seen him since you moved to Mexico.

“What are you doing here, man!” You laughed, you couldn’t stop smiling. He hadn’t changed at all, aside from a few new laugh lines around his mouth. His smile was reserved as usual, but unabashed.

“Oh, you know….I was in the area” He winked and looked around, snickering. Your end of the beach was cut off to tourists and hardly even accessible to locals. You weren’t even sure how they got a trailer there in the first place. It was as visibly remote as you could get in the Yucatan these days.

“How did you…find me here?” You watched him watching you closely, like he was looking for something.

“A local kid working at the market. I asked for directions to the little local Turkey with yellow hair and he practically drove me here himself.” He grinned with mischief and dodged my hand as I smacked him. “He seemed to know who I was, too.” He looked at you expectantly, which made you giggle to yourself.

Your friends son, Erik, was one of the few kids who spoke clean English and visited often. You had helped him with his math tests last year and he had agreed to cut you firewood for a year. He had seen the picture of you and your crew in your trailer and demanded stories around the fire every time he came by. He asked about Will the most.

“I can’t believe you’re here right now.” You said, stricken with shock again and unable to gather yourself. “Whats it been…2, 3 years?”

“2 years and 5 months” Will said quietly, smiling at you. “You look younger somehow”

“Yeah, well, that’s the tequila and the saltwater for ya. Stick me back in Iraq and strap a rifle on my chest, ill age 10 years in front of your very eyes”

Will nodded with a knowing smile and looked around, checking out your decaying trailer and old truck, his eyes settling on the boat overturned on the beach, which you were in the midst of patching and doing engine maintenance on.

You shared a quiet moment together, taking each other in, before he smiled again and open his arms for another hug. “Come’ere kid”

He squeezed you again and this time found your butt, pinching it.

“Fucki-OUCH” You wailed, pulling away and smacking his chest. He laughed like a little boy and bounced away a step, stretching his arms and sighing, relaxed.

“So,” You said after a few moments of silence, before stepping back and pacing in a half circle once. “You want a drink?”

He smiled at you and you felt your head spin. It was the same familiar smile he used to give you when you were kids and you couldn’t reach something or you needed his help lifting something. Not patronizing, just…pleasantly amused.

“Yeah, a drink would be nice.”

“Grab a chair, i’ll be right back” You motioned to the seats surrounding the fire pit that was on the edge of the sand. He turned and walked towards them and you felt your chest tighten. You could never calm down when he was around, staring at you, his physical presence was overwhelming. Even still, after all this time. After everything that had happened in the war, your breath caught when he smiled.

When you came back out with two glasses of bourbon, neat, he had his feet perched toe to heel and was leaning back, enjoying the view of the ocean.

“Pretty okay view to wake up to” You said, handing him his drink. You saluted each others glasses and he smiled, looking back out at the water.

“Unreal. I wouldn’t leave.”

“I don’t” You winked.

“So how did you end up here anyways” He took a drink and savoured it, balancing the glass on the armrest.

You took a long, deep breath and leaned back in your chair before exhaling quickly and looking around.

“I came down after Pete and I.…after I left. He took the house, I took…my shit, and I split.” You laughed bitterly, rubbing your eyebrow. “I don’t know. I went rogue for a bit and woke up here one morning after a bender, just never left.”

Will was quiet for a few moments, considering what you said, before speaking.

“Did things end badly - with Pete?” He was watching you intently.

You held his gaze boldly, amidst your discomfort regarding the topic, your face a blank canvas.

“No” You lied, forcing a smile.

His eyes narrowed slightly but he looked back at the water and took another drink.

“What’re you doing to make money?”

“Lots. Pole dancing, escorting. Selling drugs.”

You were mostly kidding about the last part, but you had sold a couple bags of weed to some of the local teenagers after you found out they were buying it from the cartel - trying to keep their names out of the streets as long as you could before they inevitably got recruited.

He was looking at you again, his face dark now, a shadow of the light hearted kid you had gone to prom with.

“Seriously, Mol. What are you doing down here.”

“Getting interrogated apparently. Calm down, Ironhead. Nothing illegal.” But when he didn’t budge you continued “Im a Dive Master, I take tourists out to some of the reefs every couple of days to pay the rent, and I help out at some of the farms on the off season.”

Half satisfied by your half answers he swirled his drink and took a sip.

“Enough about me, care to explain what you’re doing down here? Turning up at sundown like an old friend?” You watched him closely, observing his posture, noticing the hilt of his sidearm poking out the side of his t-shirt.

“Working” He said bluntly, returning your snarky smile with an equally shaded answer. “Recruiting.”

Your breath caught in your throat and you sat deeper in your chair, unbelieving how crassly he was owning up.

“Unbelievable. Just right down to business eh? You turn up here after 2 years, sorry, 2 years and 5 months and you don’t have the courtesy to wait 10 minutes before you pull this shit? No.” You said firmly. “No. Im retired."

He nodded, then leaned forward and downed the rest of his drink, placing the glass at his feet and resting his elbows on his knees. He watched you with such an intensity that you shifted in your seat and looked away.

“Mol, look at me.”

You sneered and looked at him, your hat shading your eyes from the setting sun, but barely.

“Its a 2 day job at most. 1 day and a single shot if we’re clean-”

“No” You cut him off, leaning forward to stand up.

“Its 5 million USD” He said quickly, stopping you from walking away. “Each.”

You took a deep breath and waited, considering sitting back down. You stayed standing. You tilted your head to the side and lifted your hand to your mouth.

“Who” You said quietly, not wanting to give him the impression you were seriously considering it.

“Juarez.”

You choked you had laughed so hard and so quick. You sat down abruptly on the edge of your chair, looking at him like he had two heads.

“No way. Not a chance. Are you kidding?”

He said nothing, just watched you and raised his eyebrows, the words ‘5 million’ written across his forehead like a banner. When it was clear he wasn’t joking you leaned forward, matching his posture, ducking your head down until you had his eyes squared with yours.

“Listen to me. There’s dangerous, there’s what we did in the army, and then there’s that.” You waited for a reaction that never came. You pressed on. “Will, I have been down here for 3 years. Living, working, fucking with these people. Juarez isn’t just a cartel boss who cuts fingers off and mails them to the victims kids on their birthdays. He systematically brings down monarchies. He beheads children. That man is a fucking monster.”

Will sat firm, his jaw set, not breaking eye contact. He was challenging you, as he had a million times before, only this time neither of you were in uniform and both of you had level playing ground. He wasn’t your superior officer, and you weren’t his sniper.

“We’ve dealt with worse.” He said finally.

You broke eye contact and looked at your bare feet planted in the sand, your tanned skin smooth and warm. No scars, no combat boots, no dust. Freedom. What you had worked for your whole life.

“Its 5 million, Mol. One target, one shot. Nothing more. Freedom for the rest of your life.”

“I already have that. Look around” You put your arms out, the whole of the beach and your paradise encapsulated in them, rage tickling under your skin. “5 million aint worth giving this up, 5 billion wouldn’t even be.”

He looked around and back at your trailer, at the rusting metal and the fraying tarps, before setting his gaze on your arm, on the scar that ran up it, and finally back to your eyes.

“Hows the Physio down here.” He said darkly. “Your off season farm job’s health insurance covering it?”

You flinched like he had hit you, your eye flickering as the memory of the bullet cutting through your arm and shattering the bone blazed like fire in your peripheries.

“Fuck you, Will.” You said finally, your voice cracking when you said his name. You stood up and pushed past him, walking towards your trailer. Subconsciously you held your arm and rubbed it, the phantom pain lingering. The deep and permanent damage had bothered you every day since you obtained the injury 6 years ago, on one of the last missions you had done with Will and the crew before they retired.

“Molly” Will grabbed your arm from behind, pulling you to a stop, and you winced. Not from pain, more from recognition. “Im sorry” He said intently, his eyes searching yours.

“I can’t” You said finally, your posture strong and your eyes set. You were still muscular and built like you were in active duty, but so was Will. “Even if I wanted to - I can’t.”

Will took a step closer, his breath almost on your face now.

“Why not” He pushed.

“Because” You spit back at him “I can’t use a scope. Or Binoculars. My heads fucked up.”

Wills eyebrows knit together and he looked over your head with his gaze, face taught with confusion.

“What’you mean?”

You shrugged and licked your bottom lip, looking away from his prying eyes.

“I had an accident a few years ago. I got a concussion that fucked with my equilibrium, haven’t been able to use binoculars or a scope properly since.”

You took a breath and straightened your back, setting your jaw. If he was going to play hard ass, then so were you. Fuck his intimidation tactics, you had learned how to deal with those in elementary school. He would have to try harder.

“Service?”

You shook your head, your lips pursed.

“After I left”

“What happened?”

Your eye flickered again, the memory of Pete attacking you and knocking you down a flight of stairs, your head cracking off the banister, still as fresh as if it happened yesterday.

“I fell.”

Will, visibly agitated now, shifted his weight to his other foot. “Why didn’t you say anything?”

“I don’t know, probably because I didn’t expect you to come down here and try to recruit me to whack the leader of my neighbourhoods biggest cartel?”

“Mol, im your friend, you shou-“ He started, but you backed up, shaking your head.

“Oh yeah? And where have you been? Last time I checked a prerequisite for friendship was checking in once in a fucking blue moon.”

Will bared his teeth in frustration and took a deep breath, looking down at his feet with his hands on his hips.

“Was it Pete?”

You didn’t answer, which was answer enough. Will’s hands covered his face and he groaned audibly, rubbing them into his hair in frustration.

“Molly. I have like 5 minutes left in me before I pull the fuse line to your propane, light a match, and drag your ass out of here on the back of my fucking bike. Come for drinks. Hear us out. Please.”

“Us?”

“They’re all here, waiting at the bar.”

You shook your head, smiling bitterly. Of course they were.

“There are better soldiers out there. Better snipers out there. Go recruit one of them.”

“Not true. You never missed a shot.”

“I missed once” You started, your voice lowering reflexively. “And you know what shot I missed.”

He held your eyes as the memory lingered in the air between you, the sound of the bullet hitting the body of the child behind your target would be something you took to your grave. It haunted every minute of every day.

“Molly, come on. Look at you. You’re living in a dump trailer with a half broke boat and a fucking peddle bike. You’re better than this and you know it.”

“Im not better than shit. Don't feed me that 'we were warriors' crap. I was a girl who was good with a gun, and I killed people. And now i'm broken. Thats the truth."

“MOL, I NEED YOU-” He yelled now, his hand shaking. The outburst took you off guard and you stepped back, your face slack. Will grabbed his hand and rubbed it, turning around and sighing deeply before facing you again. “Molly, I need you to hear us out. Come have a drink in town, listen to Pope’s plan. Please.”

You were still on guard from his outburst but you closed your mouth, your eyes dropping to his hand, which still shook lightly. PTSD was a tricky motherfucker.

You blinked silently a few times before raising your eyes to his again, a silent moment of recognition passing between you. He wouldn’t be here if he wasn’t seriously asking for help, and the rest of the crew wouldn’t be waiting if there wasn’t already a good plan in place.

“They’re all here? Redfly?”

Will nodded, his jaw tight.

“Fine” You said then, swallowing your pride and knowing you would regret it. “One drink.”

“One drink” Will repeated, his shoulders relaxing slightly.

“But Will,” You interrupted his budding smile and took a step so your faces were close again. “I wasn’t joking. Im not the shot I used to be. If we do the Recon and I tell you I can’t do it, that’s it. Im out. Full stop.”

Will blinked a few times as his eyes drifted down your face to your mouth and back up, his eyebrow twitching.

“I understand, Mol” was all he replied.

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[staycult]

highschool!jisung as your boyfriend

pairing — gender neutral reader x jisung

genre — fluff / bullet scenario / friends to lovers

word count — 1.6k

enjoy!

so

u and jisung had been friends for quite some time now

ever since highschool started probably

u guys were in the same friend group

you were always with him during lunch

and u guys go home together bcs ure practically neighbors

“[y/n]! smile!” he said as he pulled out his favored polaroid camera

as you were about to turn your head around you heard a loud click, coming from the camera

a flash of light blinded your eyes

so you tried to cover it

“hey! i wasnt ready!” you pouted, giving jisung a light slap in the arm

he stuck his tongue out to mock your reaction and pulled out the film from his camera

“you look ugly” jisung snorted, fanning the film

“shut up and start moving!” you rolled your eyes and grabbed his hand to make him walk faster

bcs guys were about to go home

“do you want to stop by at the park first?” jisung offered

ofc u cant resist him

his presence always make u feel at ease

“buy me ice cream then let’s go” you bargained, earning an eye roll from him

“Two ice cream cones please!” you requested, giving the money to the cashier. you tapped your finger on the cold surface while your other armed propped your chin. jisung on the other hand was shuffling through his notebook filled with polaroid pictures that he took with your friends.

“stop staring at my pictures, ji” you laughed while grabbing your cone from the man in front of you and giving the other cone to jisung. “keep staring and you’ll fall for me” you added as you licked your ice cream. he clicked his teeth, “ew, you wish”

both you and jisung walked around the park, still in your school uniforms. the park is the place where you and your friends hang around when you guys have time. the slide and the swing are your most favorite part.

you sat down in the swing and tapped the other seat to motion jisung to sit down as well. “look, the sun is setting!” you pointed as you finished your cone. you looked over to jisung who was his camera pointed at you for the nth time. but this time, you managed to strike a pose in front of his polaroid camera. his cheeks can be seen from behind, obviously smiling at the sight.

days went by

you and jisung had been hanging out in the park swing almost every day

just the both of you

watching the sunsets and taking pictures

you noticed that he only takes random pictures of you but when youre with friends, they need to ask first before jisung would take a picture

he claims that your face is funnier with stolen shots

ofc u believed him

he is your best friend after all

the school year is about to end

and your music and arts teacher is talking about your final project

which was to write a song or poem, draw a portrait or make a poster

with a special meaning behind it

you almost ripped your hair out of frustration when you tried to compose a song or draw

so u went for a simple poster

you and your friends were comparing your final outputs in the cafeteria

“come on, show us yours!” your friends encouraged you

“ahh, it’s really ugly im not even good at these kinds of shit!” you cursed, showing it to them anyway

“seriously? it’s good! youre like jisung. god, both of you say you did bad but it’s not!” you friend said while eyeing your poster

“really? jisung i want to see yours!” you said while grabbing some of your friend’s food

“no” he said, sticking a tongue out to mock you

“why not?” you replied while pouting

both of you bickered for atleast 3 minutes

saying lots of ‘no’s’ and ‘why not’s’

he had enough of your shit

and pulled you out of the cafeteria

holding his notebook, backpack and a ukelele

jisung was grabbing you by your wrist until you arrived at the school’s rooftop. you didn't have the time to respond at his sudden action.

“ouch! what was that about?” you said once he lets go of your wrist. “you want me to show you my output right? well here it is. listen.”

you were taken aback by his words, did he really get annoyed by your previous bickering? and why are we on a roof top anyway????

jisung grabbed his ukelele and opened his notebook, which was filled with polaroid pictures of you that was taken over the school year and years before that.

“it’s called hello stranger,” he spoke and started strumming on his ukelele

“The moment I felt like our eyes met

my body moved all on its own

Movin’, movin’, movin’, movin’, movin’

The closer we get the more I think

about what it is I’m feeling

My mind is filled with question marks

I can’t see anyone

around us anymore, you’re just growing more clear

Everything on this road

is blurred and faded out except for you

I’m filled with nothing but curiosity about who you may be

It’s like I’m approaching you drawn by something I can’t even know

I won’t beat around the bush, my subconscious is pushing straight forward

having me walk as it pleases without a single thought

Ah, a new wind is blowing

Where could it have come from?

It’s strange, but it’s not cold

Before I know it my feet are moving, following the wind

I take my hands out of my pockets

Hello Stranger, I keep being drawn to you

Growing closer

to you without a single thought

I’m curious, more and more and more as time passes,

why am I like this? Who are you to do this to me?

Stranger

Nana nanana nana

Nana nanana nana

Closer

Hello Stranger, who are you to do this to me?

I can see in you the things that I myself am lacking

I try yelling out to you the things I had just yelled into empty space

The things I didn’t have, that I was missing before I met you,

all of these feelings, every moment

my mind is filled with exclamation points

I can’t see anyone

around us anymore, you’re just growing more clear

Everything on this road

is blurred and faded out except for you

Something’s different about you, but I’m not sure what

I think the light approaching me now must be you

Even if I look away I can still see your afterimage,

you never leave my sight, who are you to do this to me?

Ah, my feet are moving, following this new wind

I take my hands out of my pockets

Hello Stranger, I keep being drawn to you

Growing closer

to you without a single thought

I’m curious, more and more and more as time passes,

why am I like this? Who are you to do this to me?

i love you”

it’s been weeks since you and jisung last spoke and since his sudden confession

you were about to tell him how you felt, too

how he makes you happy these past few days

to the point where you were falling for him too

but he ignored you

was it because he felt awkward?

or scared?

confusion was taking over you

and you know damn well youre gonna have to take measures into your own hands

so you came up with a plan to atleast get him to talk to you

“come on! just say i wont be there” you begged your friend. “fine. so roof top it is?” you squealed and gave your friend a hug. plan was to make your friends invite jisung at the same place he confessed on only to see youre the only one there

you grabbed your backpack since you had a vacant class and went to the rooftop to prepare. you knew jisung had a vacant class too, so you were hopeful he’s going to drop by.

“hi, i like you too” you practiced “no, too awkward” you ran your hands through your hair in frustration. “hey jisung! will you vincent van gogh out with me?” you repeated with hand motions this time. “god no” you mentally slapped yourself because of the cringe

“jisung, i like yo-” you repeated. you felt someone hug you from behind, “you do?” his husky voice sent shivers down to your spine as he hugged you even tighter.

“i-i do” you admitted, removing his arms so you can face him properly. “i really really do, i cant stand you not talking to me.” you burried your head to the crook of his neck.

“im sorry, baby. i didnt know how to handle rejection yet” he let out a low laugh, earning a laugh from you too. he snaked his arms around you and swayed you back and forth. humming the tune of the song he composed.

“youre mine now, are you?” he spoke, kissing your forehead as you gave him a nod.

bf jisung would mean

A VERY PLAYFUL RELATIONSHIP

SERIOUSLY

the confession may be soft and cuddly

but after like 2 days

yall are like best friends again

but with a mixture of sweetness

things never really changed

but you were still glad

love letters and songs !!!!!

lots and lots of kisses

cheek, forehead, chin, shoulder kisses

you name it

he would gently cup your face while doing so

he likes teasing you

but u tease him back

ends up with him being all pouty

will help u out with homework

ice cream and park swing dates

would literally take polaroid pictures of both of you

the ones he took before yall got together is displayed in his room

on the back of his phone

and the rest, he keeps it in his notebook

which was filled with songs about you

will sing you to sleep

will hold your hand literally every where

“baby, im the luckiest to have you”

author's note —

just imagine it's the slow version of hello stranger ok ALSO i want jisung to be my bf like ??

[lovee-infected]

♦♥ Paint them red ♠♣

[Yandere!Riddle Rosehearts x reader] [pr 1] [pr 2]

♦♥♠♣

(y/n) was only 9 when she first found her hidden place through the forest . An area covered by tallest of trees and darkest of shadows .

Quiet

(y/n) found herself gazing upon the large table covered with a dirty white table cloth .Two cracked teapots on two sides of it , several small teacups in front of seven wooden chairs set all around .

" W-wow"

As the cold wind started to Howl , she slowly walked closer to be the uninvited guest to this party , admiring the pace and forest's small surprise for her.

She bowed down as a proper apology to the imaginary guests .

" Sorry for being late !"

Taking a seat , she found a hat with multiple bruises and different colorful fabrics on it , having it's sunlight colors turned black and gray as the result of being left out there for days ; dare to say years .

"Mad hatter..!"

She turned around to catch each and every easter egg , waiting there for her to discover them .

A broken chest clock . (Y/n) carefully picked it up , realizing it's cold and wet body while smelling its ringed copper .

"My my , March heir is late again? "

(y/n) giggled as she tries to sound as legit as possible

"Well he'd better be early , or Queen of hearts would be off with his he-"

(y/n) Froze as she heared bushes shaking . She didn't realize how she dropped the chest clock until she sound of broken glass shook her .

'Who was there?'

"Wh...who is there...?"

no anwser came

(y/n) said , trying her best to hide her fear from exploding and voice from shaking . Hearing the bushes shaking wasn't supposed to be any big deal , but things are different when you're all alone into the woods .

" Hello...?"

"C...come out !"

She dared to step forward trying to get a better sight of whatever was going on behind the bushes . Seeing the! shaking again she let out a silent scream .

Once again , silence poured the atmosphere .

(y/n) slowly lowered herself , picking up a rock

"Last chance ; come out ! Or you'll regret it !!"

This was taking too long...

"Okay ! Take it !!"

She angrily threw it to the bushes , just to make making something or better to say , someone, smirk playfully :

" You're really terrible at targeting , aren't you ?"

Hearing the voice , (y/n) first froze . Then want mad again :

" AND YOU'RE ABSOLUTELY TERRIBLE AT MAKING SMALL TALK !" , she shouted angrily , face as red as a tomato now .

"JUST A COWARD WOULD DARE TO STALK ON A YOUNG LADY LIKE THIS !!"

"Me ? stalking ? " , the childish voice continued to tease her : "Then what would you say about entering one's private place uninvitedly . You're lucky it's not with the Queen of hearts ; she would've been off with your head by the time you realized..," the boy giggled sarcastically .

(Y/n) got even redder but now , there was a bit of shame as well . This place ? One's private area ? No way .

She couldn't imagine once in a hundred times that such a mess might actually be owned by someone . At least it could've been kept...cleaner .

" If I were you , I would've considered at least wiping off the dust once in a month ! Also , if you really "own" this messed up tea party , then stop sneaking LIKE A RAT and show yourself !" , it might've been too much to call someone mad at you for stepping into their property 'rat' , but that was no big deal since they were just children .

For the third time , silence granted the atmosphere

"If you don't , then I'll come there myse-"

She was cut off as the red haired kid came out of the shadows , giving her an uninterested look .

" First , I wasn't sneaking ; I was ' watching ' . You've been doing the same for your first 10 minutes here. Also , this isn't a simple tea party , this is a non- birthday party . Tea parties don't have many deserts served and won't usually have more than 6 guests . That's the difference "

(y/n) went speechless , she meant to kick the bastard who's been scaring her and instead , she was given a presentation about differences between tea parties and non-birthday paries . 'Whoever this guy is , he surely has a thing for non-birthday parties' , she thought . Taking her time to analyse the boy more carefully , she realized that he was actually... cute . Short messy red hair with a weird hair cut that shaped a heart upon his head , shiny silver eyes that kinda matched the dirty color of that dirty tablecloth , tidy clothes that proved that he did come from a high class family indeed ...

'Such an ironic attitude is a total contrast to this cute appearance'

"What's your name ? "

"Ah...what?",she was suddenly pulled out of her day dreaming and for a second , didn't get what she was asked.

"Your name , I said," Riddle replied .

"I'm..."

She felt awkward taking for too long to anwser such a childish question so decided to take advantage of it

"Don't you know the appropriate way to ask for a lady's name ? " , she tried to sound as mature as possible

"If it's a "lady" who has stepped into my property , I think this way's appropriate enough, "

He got (y/n) in that point so there was no need to be offended

"It's....(y/n)," she mumbled slowly , giving him a look as an expect of his name .

He smiled at your name and stepped closer to you: " I'm Riddle , pleasure to meet you ,(y/n) "

He patiently brought you his hand to shake it .

" Pleasure to meet you to , Riddle "

The ironic atmosphere now seemed to be gone , even the forest didn't feel as dark and cold as a few seconds ago .

" Well well , (y/n) . I'm not gonna be off with your head but I'm not gonna let you pass like nothing has happened either ," he said holding a smirk .

His was still teasing her , but she were getting used to his cringy attitude . 'Perhaps he isn't that bad after all , ' she thought .

"And now ? What are "you" going to do to me ? Trial me in a court or push me into a rabbit hole ?" you asked with a playful tone , not minding to tease him back a little bit .

Riddle's smile disappeared , making him break eye contact with you . This wasn't the anwser he was expecting .

He took a quick look around before having his eye caught on something .

A small grin appeared upon his lips : " Neither , I've got a better idea,"

"Huh?" she asked , raising an eyebrow

'God , this boy is taking a joke seriously ,maybe I should've explained better...'

"Paint them red , all of them ," he said pointing to rose bushes surrounding them .

"Paint what....?" , she asked , still unsure if it was another joke .

"This area's surrounded by white roses . Queen of hearts would've been really disappointed if she were here , wouldn't she? She probably would've wanted them all...red "

(y/n) Couldn't really get if he was kidding or not but she found not the smallest of sense of humor into his solid tune .

She sighed , asking : " Okay , how should I be coloring them , then ? "

"Use those," Riddle ordered , pointing to back of you .

You returned to see a paint can with a paint brush on it . It took her a few minutes to stop watching since it seemed pretty odd to her. 'They weren't there before...' she thought.

"If I lose my temper , you lose head girl . So be fast." Riddle warned her ; not that (y/n) was taking him seriously though...not yet

(y/n) bowed down to pick the brush and paint can . She trembled a bit when her hand firstly touched thr can's unexpectedly cold fuselage. She pulled it up , trying to open it

" why doesn't it open ?" she mumbled while struggling with the can , trying to open it . 'Just how hard has this thing been sealed ?!' she held it between her thigh dragging it's door with all her power left in her fist .

" Ouch-! "

She managed to catch the can before having all the color spilled , that was close . She sat once again at the dirty , wet ground ; staring at the half empty , opened can . She then realised red color on her finger .

"You had your finger cut by just opening a can? " , Riddle questioned .

'How long has he been standing there ?' she thought , realizing how close he was to her now .

You rose your head to find Riddle staring at you , arms crossed and eyes a little bit widened .

"Here , take my hand," he said offering you his hand . She held his hand , expecting him to pull it and helo her stand up , but he did nothing but to hold her hand , making have to raise using her only one hand . She relied her hand on the earth , feeling the wet soil and small rocks within her fingers. With one push , she stood up , slightly pulling her hand from Riddle's , but he didn't let go . He wasn't looking into her face , yet he was staring at her finger , which was covered in dirt and small sight of blood .

"Can you , let go of my hand?" (y/n) asked uncomfortably , she didn't really enjoy the way he was starting at her finger.

Riddle silently rose his head and locked eyes with her : " Are you gonna waste that ?"

"Waste what...?"

" Your blood ,"

(y/n) stood blank at the anwser , more from how calm and serious it was said . She uncomfortably tried to free her hand from his fist : " What do you mean by wasting my-"

She didn't get to continue as Riddle pulled her hand with him , almost making her fall . He brings himself closer to the rose bushes , pulling (y/n) with him .

"Hey ! what are you-," she protested ; not that Riddle was actually listening.

Riddle pulls her closer to the white bushes , letting go of her hand and holding her finger instead .

"Right there..." he lowly whispered , holding her finger with one hand while putting the other on her waist , slightly making (y/n) bow down , her face too close to touch the thorns.

He gently brings her finger closer to a rose , softly putting it on a petal as if your finger was kissing it . He slowly moves her finger to spread the color , turning the lifeless white to a deep , glossy red . (Y/n) could feel his warm breathes upon her neck , along with the sound of his heart beating at her back :

All so calm and gentle , followed by an organized rhythm coming one after one , never in a hurry....

He continued to paint the roses with your blood ; until your finger gets too dry to be used . He carefully pulls her finger back , makimg sure that it won't be touched by any thorns , then pulling back all her body from the roses .

Riddle suddenly let go of her hand a body , making (y/n) lose balance for a second .

"Fine then , get to your work . They aren't gonna be colored on their own," he mumbled , clearing his throat . (y/n) sighed again . The gentle and calm painter holding her tightly before was now gone . The strict ruler of forest was back . But why did he have to turn away ?As he was turning his head from her , was that , blush she saw upon his pale cheeks ?

"Get to work . We haven't got all day " he ordered .

Well at least , this Riddle made more sense than the one which...which was there a few minutes ago or whatever-

Quickly , (y/n) picked up the brush and can , not wanting Riddle to be mad at her again.

If she were trying to be honest , she must have admitted that it wasn't too bad being ordered around by the redhead . He seemed to have his own childish trends along with his cold, strict personality . Also , she did agree that she found him cute .

It was not only because of his naturally rare hair color together with his chubby cheeks and silver eyes , but she was also attracted to his ,well, dramatical side . She could still feel his slender fingers on her waist ; so soft and gentle , yet strong . (Y/n) wasn't sure why , but she felt attached to those very few seconds . As a child , she might've considered those "moments" as part of her romantic fantasies , until the day she finds her own prince charming holding her close and gentle ; showing her a true happy ending and making her finally believe in fairy tales ; to have a happy ending .

Ah but how wrong she was...

Both about those seductive minutes and fairy tales

♦♦♦♦

"Enough"

(y/n) was unexpectedly stopped . 'What's the matter? There are still half of the bushes left ,' she thoughtv. What was wrong ? Wasn't he satisfied with the color or hadn't she colored them properly ? Could that be her wasting too much color on each rose ? She didn't know-

Hundreds of thoughts scaped her mind in a matter of seconds as she tried to find out what might've dissatisfied Riddle : " Um , anything wrong ?"

"Hm , should it be ?" he replied . A small grin started to appear on his lips as he got closer to rose bushes , checking their each and every detail from petals to leaves. "Well I can't deny it , I'm impressed ," he said , cutting a flower from its bush : " The color's solid and well spreaded , neither too tender nor too thick , it's just like a glacier of ice covering the petals , " He steps toward you , not taking his eyes off the flower for even a second . He brushes his finger upon the petals , careful not to ruin or harm them : " Eventhough it's colored , I can still feel it's softness under my fingers . Most of the flowers turn rough and scaly with color on them..."

He continues to explore each and every detail left on the flower , making (y/n) more and more attached . She could even say that this made her admire Riddle as he was , such a patient and accuracy wasn't something you'd get to see everyday , he did surely have an eye for detail . Each and every reply from him seemed like a million to her , making her want more of it . Before she could've realized , Riddle was now really close to her . With now their breathes meeting , it was just a few inches away . (y/n) moved her eyes from the ground to the rose and then , from the rose to Riddle's eyes . Suddenly she feels butterflies in his stomach , making her gulp and hold her breathe .

"Nice job done , (y/n)"

(y/n) could feel blood rushing to her cheeks again time but it was greater this time , making her face sweat a bit .

Riddle didn't move an eyebrow , he simply kept watching ; again . (y/n) Found his gaze a bit uncomfortable , deciding to bring on a subject to wreck this unsettling silence : " Shall I paint these last ones as well?" she said , pointing to the roses behind your back with your paintbrush ; still wet in red .

"Indeed , " Riddle nodded .

"But not today"

Once again , he turns to بوته ها , slowly moving his hand above the roses as he walked , giving his movement a soft , yet organized , rhythm .

"It's starting to get dark already , it would be such a pitty if you lost your way through the woods , wouldn't it ?"

His words made (y/n) recognize how fast time had passed : She'd got there a while after the sunrise and now it was... What time was it ? 6 ? 7 ? She couldn't tell .

She looked up to the grayish sky ; now all covered in dark clouds . She couldn't quite keep her eyes open as wind started to blew , getting soil and dust into her eyes and making all trees and bushes shake heavily . She could hear crows cawing as they all flew away , filling the sky with portraits of wandering shadows .

Riddle came to you , not being the least affected by the unsettling atmosphere :

"30 days "

You thought that you must have misheard him through that thunder of sounds , but there was no mistake . He was speaking loud and clear

"You'll be returning herr in 30 days , one month . I'd be waiting here . Don't be late , miss (y/n) ,"

(y/n) didn't know how to reply , so wasn't she going to paint the rest till then ? Was he trying to tease her even more by making this game last for another month or... she was being invited to an actual tea party ?

(y/n) didn't get to anwser as a flash of lightning brightened the sky , making her let out a silent scream . She just quickly shook her head as an okay and started to run out of the place. At the moment , (y/n) didn't get why she agreed to such a nonsense. But soon it came clear that it wasn't a request ;

it was an order.

And all she could do was showing her obedience toward the redhead , even if it didn't make any sense.

As she was panting heavily trying to find her way within endless trees and wild winds , her minb was running toward the silver eyed boy . His words , his gaze , his eyes , he surely was much of a riddle after all... a complicated one of course .

But...

There was something about him that busied her mind :

~"You'll be returning to me in 30 days , one month . I'd be waiting here for you to come . Don't be late for the non-birthday party , miss (y/n)"~

His voice echoed through her head , making her smile . She couldn't deny being hyped for the next time they met and getting to know this new friend of her better . There were hundreds of questions popping in her mind already , giving her a sense of curiosity and excitement .

♥♥♥♥

Days flew away and before she could've imagined , (y/n) was standing again within the treeless area , but not quite the same as the last time :

(y/n) Could feel the smell of steamed tea combined with softness of sweet vanilla , then having it even better with a mild scent of fresh flowers through the air .

Table looked... different now . Broken teapots were replaced with classic , florid ones and previously dirty , gray tablecloth was white and tiddy . Empty plates and dishes were filled with colorful shortcakes , sandwiches , marshmallows and other eye-catching desserts .

She couldn't help but to hold tip of her dress bowing down in respect of her host's hospitality , who has been watching her for minutes now .

" 2 minutes late , any excuses ?" , Riddle said coming out of the shadows, holding a clock in his hand .

"Almost lost my way though the woods , that's why ," (y/n) said . Trying to seem as polite as possible ; in contrast to her last time .

Riddle sighed , definitely not even a bit satisfied with the anwser . But he wasn't really fascinated either since it was (y/n) they were talking about .

"Anyways , let's not delay the party anymore . May I ? " , he said , genty holding his hand to her with a soft smile . ' He can really be much of a gentleman sometimes ' , she thought . Riddle patiently leads her to the other side of table , pulling the chair for hair to sit . " What a gentleman ," (y/n) smirked , taking her seat . Riddle sat at the other side of table , locking eyes with her . " And now , let the non-birthday party begin ! Happy non-birthday to you (y/n) ! " Riddle says cheerfully , rising his tea cup . (y/n) giggled softly , taking her own tea cup , this was going to be long day...

" Happy non-birthday to you too , Riddle !"

♪♪♪♪

"Enough for today "

'Again..?', (y/n) thought . She stood up to see the amount of roses done with coloring : a quarter of them were still left... she'd just painted half of what was left from the other time . "Um...I can finish them toda-"

"No," Riddle cut her off : "It's already pretty late . I don't want you getting lost ."

"It's not that la-" she recognized how late it really was by looking at the sky . How did it pass so fast ? Perhaps it was because of how much they talked while having a... non-birthday party. She couldn't feel time passing at all .

" So...when should I be back for...the rest of them ?"

Riddle smiled at your question , more because of seeing you willing for a next time .

"30 days , one month . Don't be late..."

(y/n) smiled slowly taking her way to the woods . Just before getting to far from Riddle to see , she turned back gently bowing down : " Thanks for the tea , Riddle "

Riddle just shook a head as a you're welcome , but that was enough for (y/n) . She'd never expected him to be this hospitable with her , and that was already more than enough for her .

On her way back , something was stock in her mind again : Was she really going to finish the roses next time or would it end up with one eighth of them left ? Or was the redhead afraid of not seeing her again if this little game of him didn't continue ? Come to think of it , they all seemed cute to young , naive (y/n) , cheerful about her new friend.

But there were other consequences as well she didn't notice at the time

The new roses growing after their monthly duration was just one of them...

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Tagging : @yandere-romanticaa @roaringyouth @tsuisute @yandere-wishes @yandere-of-your-dreams @ghostiebabey @twst-soul @kanaverni @twistedlymad ♥

[eevvvaa]

he invited you to his room to see some episodes of Dr. Sexy M.D with him but you both fell asleep in the middle of the fourth one.

Sounds like a good plan to me

“I’m… i’m fine, go back to sleep.” He murmured but it seemed like he was having a hard time slowing down his breathing.

Na-ah. You’re having trouble breathing because you had a nightmare, you’re gonna talk to me

You asked taking one of his hands in yours, placing his palm in the center of your chest. 

This move🥺🥺

That night you slept with your back pressed to Dean’s chest, his arm around your waist, as if he wanted to make sure you were not going to leave him.

That’s so adorable..

Sometimes they kept falling even when he woke up.

Ouch…

 he was terribly missing the one person who could make him feel better at a time like this.

But why aren’t you with her then ?!

He had made a mistake in letting you go, now he was starting to understand it.

Oooooh, I see, you’ve been an idiot :|

He remembered that your hug felt like home.

Aaaaw

The little flour fight was so cuuute !

“Yeah.” He said looking at you smiling. “That’s not true.”

I’m understanding what I’m understanding here, right ?

Ahah oh Sam, I hope you weren’t the one cleaning their mess !

Oh no, the way Ally turned down his offer… it’s definitely important to do something fun together other than sex, I'm sad for him that she didn't want to bake a pie

You were hoping that one day it might have a different meaning,

It already has a different meaning, he just doesn’t know it himself !

I loove that she is a part of his home !

“Ally, we’re done.” Dean announced as he came out of the bathroom.

Wow. Well at least he doesn’t beat around the bush 😅

“It was nice the first few weeks but I can’t keep being with you pretending you are her. I can’t keep saying I love you and pretend I’m telling her.”

Yeah, you’re right, you can’t do that so go back to heeeeer !

“I hope she still wants me.”

I’m sure she does ! I hope she tells him she loved him all along too and that they are happy together now 🥰

I really liked the parallels you made between his relationship with the reader and the one with Ally, showing how different both women are, especially with him. And the way he tried to find again what he had with the reader, how he felt, the things they did together. And I’m happy it actually opened his eyes that he couldn’t have those things with Ally, making him realize his feelings 😊

Memories

Summary: Dean moved in with his new girlfriend, but all he does is think about you.

Pairing: Dean × Reader, Dean × OC

Warnings: Angst, a bit of fluff, nightmares, hint of panic attack, blood

Word count: 1974

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Four months ago

That night, you were sleeping in Dean's bed. You didn't do it on purpose, he invited you to his room to see some episodes of Dr. Sexy M.D with him but you both fell asleep in the middle of the fourth one.

When you heard Dean suddenly sit on the bed, you woke up, noticing that the TV had gone off and the bunker room was completely dark.

You turned on a lamp on Dean's bedside table, which let you to see Dean's chest rise and fall fast, too fast.

"Hey, what's up? Are you okay?" You asked sitting in front of him with your legs crossed and gently placing your hand on his shoulder.

When his gaze met yours, he stared at you for a few seconds before speaking.

"I'm... i'm fine, go back to sleep." He murmured but it seemed like he was having a hard time slowing down his breathing.

"That's not true." You said, starting to get worried.

"I need you to take some deep breaths, can you do that for me?" You asked taking one of his hands in yours, placing his palm in the center of your chest. His touch made you feel butterflies in your stomach, but you tried not to think about it too much.

After a few tries, he started following your breaths and a bit later, Dean's breathing returned to normal.

Slowly, he moved his hand away from you.

"Thank you." He muttered.

"Dean, what happened?" You asked as you already began to miss the warmth of his hand that you felt through the fabric of your t-shirt.

"I saw you die, whatever happened was because I saw you die." He whispered.

Only then you realized he had a nightmare.

"Was it the first time?" You asked. Dean just shook his head.

"I'm so sorry, De." You said. "I'm alive, if it makes you feel better." You added.

Dean's low laugh filled the room.

"Come here dumbass." He said as he opened his arms for a hug.

You giggled as you wrapped your arms around his neck and felt one of his hands brush your back.

"I'm here you know, you can talk to me or not talk to me, but I'm here." You whispered to his ear.

"I know." Dean said with a little smile as you left a quick, soft kiss on his cheek.

That night you slept with your back pressed to Dean's chest, his arm around your waist, as if he wanted to make sure you were not going to leave him.

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Now

Dean woke up in the middle of the night with a start, sitting abruptly on his bed. A nightmare, it was just a nightmare, so why was his heart pounding in his chest and he kept seeing those images pass him by?

He saw you dying again, even though it had been months since he had last seen you in real life.

In his nightmares, he could never save you, he tried, he screamed your name and asked you not to leave him, he begged you not to close your eyes. But in the end you always closed them, you always died in his arms, sometimes in a pool of your own blood, as tears began to fall on Dean's face.

Sometimes they kept falling even when he woke up.

He felt Ally move in bed, turning to him.

"Are you okay?" She asked in a sleepy voice, raising her head slightly from the pillow.

Dean stared ahead of him at an imprecise point in the dark room, almost expecting to see one of the many monsters that had killed you in his nightmares pop up.

Was he okay? What should he answer? No, he wasn't okay. He had just seen one of the people he cared about most in his entire life die, his hands were shaking incredibly and his breathing quickened.

He wasn't okay, he was tired, he was empty and he was terribly missing the one person who could make him feel better at a time like this.

He had made a mistake in letting you go, now he was starting to understand it.

"I'm fine, go back to sleep." He whispered, realizing that his voice was also shaking incredibly.

Dean remembered another time he had said those words, the time he had a nightmare, when you fell asleep in his bed. He remembered you hugged him and almost made him believe that everything would be okay. He remembered that your hug felt like home.

Glancing at his hands he almost winced when he saw blood on them, he quickly rubbed them on the grey sweatpants he was wearing. They didn't get dirty, there was nothing on his hands, he realized.

The problem wasn't in his hands, it was in his head, that was starting to play tricks on him.

God, it was one of those nights. A few words of comfort would have been really nice in that moment, even if he would never have admitted it.

Ally didn't answer and Dean turned around, trying to look at her through the darkness.

She had already fallen asleep.

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Four months ago

"Why did you even agree to help me make a pie?" You asked Dean as your laughter filled the bunker kitchen.

"Because I thought you knew how to do it!" He replied pretending to be mad at you.

"You eat it all the time, I thought you knew how to do it!" You exclaimed without stopping smiling and looking at a page of the cookbook open on the counter.

Dean rolled his eyes, shoving a spoon into the jam jar, bringing it to his mouth.

"You can't eat it! We need it later!" You said.

"And when do we need this?" Dean asked pointing to the open package of flour.

"We need this now but first ..." You started saying before being interrupted by Dean who, plunging his hand into the flour, threw a handful at you.

"Dean!" You yelled as he burst into laughter.

You ran a hand through your hair, shaking off the flour, which was also on your face and most of your clothes.

"Aw, you look cute in white." He laughed.

"Okay, you wanted that." You said as you grabbed the package and emptied it on him, without giving him time to run away.

You laughed heartily looking at Dean's completely white face, the flour was all his hair and all over the kitchen floor now.

"Oh come on!" Dean laughed, shaking off the flour off him like a dog in the rain.

"You look cute in white." You said, quoting him.

"I hate you." He laughed.

"That's not true!" You exclaimed.

"Yeah." He said looking at you smiling. "That's not true."

"Guys, what the hell?" Sam asked looking at you in shock as he entered the bunker kitchen, which had become a complete mess.

You and Dean glanced at each other before bursting out laughing as Sam left the room shaking his head in resignation.

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Now

A happy memory hit Dean as he was on the couch watching a movie with his ... his girlfriend.

"Hey, Ally, do you know how to make pie?" He asked the girl sitting next to him.

"I have no idea, why?" She said without taking her eyes off the TV.

"Do you think we could try to make one?" Dean asked as a nostalgic smile formed involuntarily on his lips.

"Dean, there's a supermarket a block from here." She replied.

"I know, I mean... it might be a good idea to do ... something fun together. Other than sex." Dean said, feeling the need to specify that, since most of the time they spent together was in the bedroom lately.

"Dean, you know I'm bad at cooking, I ..." she started saying before he interrupted her.

"You're right. It was a stupid idea. Forget it." He answered turning his gaze back to the TV.

It was never a stupid idea when he did something with you.

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Four months ago

"God, you have to start being more careful." You said as you wrapped Dean's arm with a bandage, after you finished disinfecting a still bleeding cut on his forehead.

"Believe me, I'm careful. Or you wouldn't be alive right now." Dean replied, sitting on the edge of the motel bed where you were staying for the night.

"I didn't ask you to save me. And I would have been able to handle it." You replied.

Dean shook his head without saying anything as you finished with his arm and placed the bandages you hadn't used on the nightstand.

You sat next to Dean and after a few moments of silence you spoke.

"Don't do it again, please." You said.

Dean looked at you with furrowed eyebrows.

"Don't risk your life for me, if something happens to you because of me I..." You froze without knowing how to continue the sentence, you couldn't even imagine that something bad could happen to Dean.

"Hey, I'm fine, you're fine. That's the important thing." He said surrounding you with his uninjured arm and pushing you closer to him. You rested your head on his shoulder.

"I love you." You murmured. It wasn't the first time you told him, he was your best friend after all.

You were hoping that one day it might have a different meaning, but for the moment it was okay like that.

"I love you too." He answered leaving a kiss between your hair.

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Now

Dean grunted as he stitched up a cut on his shoulder in the bathroom of what he started to call home some months before.

But then, was that really his home?

He had never had a real home in his life, he had had one that burned down, when he was a kid, he had Baby, he had the bunker, he had had you.

And now, at two in the morning, just back from a hunt with Sam, in the bathroom, he realized that he missed your gentle touch from when you bandaged his wounds, your fingers brushing his skin as you stitched him up, he missed the fact that you really cared for him.

And only now, staring at his face full of blood and bruises in the mirror, he realized that of the four houses he had, you were the one he missed the most and it was time to let you know, to make up for his mistake.

"Ally, we're done." Dean announced as he came out of the bathroom.

She stared at him for a moment in silence.

"Are you coming home in the middle of the night to tell me you're breaking up with me?" She asked, almost dramatically.

Dean stared at her. "Yup."

"I'm sorry?!" She blurted out as she jumped up from the couch she'd been sitting on for a good half hour when Dean came back covered in blood.

"There's nothing wrong with you, we are not meant to be together, you... you are not her, you are not Y/N." Dean said, putting on his jacket, ready to leave.

"Who is this Y/N now?" She yelled at him, following him out of the house as Dean walked into the garden.

"An important person. A very, very important person, and I should have told her that before." Dean replied reaching the impala.

"It was nice the first few weeks but I can't keep being with you pretending you are her. I can't keep saying I love you and pretend I'm telling her." Dean said as Ally looked at him, surprised.

Surprised, not hurt. They were never meant to be together.

"Because I... I think I love her." Dean said, more to himself than to Ally. He loved you and he let you go, he really was a fool.

"Now I really need to go." Dean said as he got into the Impala.

Only one thing was on Dean's mind as he started the engine and drove away.

"I hope she still wants me."

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Tags: @eevvvaa @spn730015 @supernatural111222 @youcancallmelily @clairenovakanddeanwinchester @dads-on-a-hunting-trip @3amstillawake @supernaturalmess @marvelandsupernatural @agirlwatchingalotoftvshows @candy-coated-misery0731 @impalaslytherin @rudy-the-winged-wolf

[liviavanrouge]

For my Brother(Livia Laboratory Card)

Livia walked to Crewels class, her hair swaying behind her wanting to ask him something. Before she stepped into the class, Silver stepped out looking ashamed. "Big brother, what's wrong?"Livia asked. "I forgot the flowers I needed, if I don't get them I'm gonna fail this class...there's so much work I gotta get caught up on already I won't be able to go and search for them"Silver sighed shaking his head. "What flowers do you need..."Livia asked. "Gentian flowers"Silver replied. "They're for a rebirth potion..."Silver sighed. "The potion allows you to enchant an item able to bring someone back for a week.."Silver informed. "I see.."Livia nodded. "I better go do some work that'll at least help me have a chance at passing"Silver sighed shaking his head.

He walked away, Livia staring after him. She walked away, going to see Rook, a frown on her face. She needed to find those flowers for her big brother, no matter if she needed to leave the island to find them, she needed to make sure he passed...she wasn't gonna let her big brothers dream of being a knight go to waste because he was held back. She spotted Rook and snuck up on him, lowering herself closer to the ground. "Excellent stance Mademoiselle Thorn Cub, but not enough to sneak up on me"Rook chuckled turning around, looking directly at her hiding spot. He kept his smile then frowned, wondering if he imagined it. He stood up, and walked closer, finding nobody there. "Guess I imagined it, I'm too used to having her around"Rook muttered. Livia tackled him down, Rook yelping in shock.

He chuckled, smiling at her. "Nice job, you managed to evade me!"Rook praised. "I am so proud of you!"Rook says hugging her tight. Livia laughed, beaming at him. "Oh Rook, I want to ask you something!"Livia says. "Yes, what is it?"Rook asked curiously. "Do you know where I can find some Gentian flowers?"Livia asked. "Yeah, I saw some the other day around the cliff side"Rook nodded. "Thanks!"Livia beamed bounding away. "Wait, do you know where the cliff is little one!"Rook called. "NOPE, BUT I KNOW SOMEONE WHO DOES"Livia called. He sighed shaking his head amused, Livia hurrying towards the school grounds. She crashed into someone, their arms wrapping around her. "Livia?" She looked up and beamed, finding Jack there. "Hey Jack, do you know where a cliff is"Livia asked.

"Cliff, yeah, I pass by one sometimes when I wanna take a longer route for my morning jog"Jack nodded. "Can you point me in that direction!"Livia beamed causing Jack to blush. "Northeast from here...you can't miss it, it has a large oak tree at the top"Jack replied. Livia nodded and hurried away, Jack staring after her. She passed by Sean and Amber, startling her two friends with how quick she was going. "Hi Azul, Kalim! Bye Azul, Kalim!"Livia says. "Hi Livia! Bye Livia!"Kalim laughed Azul looking amused by how fast she was going. Livia took off into the air, beating her wings. "Wait my goggles!"Livia gasped. She crashed into a tree and fell to the ground. "Ouch..."Livia sighed. She walked and bandaged her wing up, looking ashamed for forgetting her goggles.

"And Silver got them for me...I never forget them how'd I forget them today"Livia whined her ears flattened back as she walked. She tripped over a root, tumbling until she landed into some bushes. "Ouchie!"Livia cried. She got up, and tried to shake the pain away. "Cliff..."Livia gasped looking up. She spotted purple flowers growing on a ledge and stepped closer to the cliff side, frowning as she analyzed the rocky wall. She hissed and sharpened her nails, climbing up the wall, scanning for any weak points so she didn't fall. "Those flowers are for big brother...I'm not leaving here without them!"Livia growled climbing higher. She reached for the flowers, her ears twitching angrily when she couldn't reach them. She leaped forward, sinking her claws into the edge, nearly slipping.

Livia grabbed almost all the flowers, leaving four behind, twelve in her arms. She slipped, her eyes widening as she fell. "LITTLE SISTER!!" Something broke her fall, bouncing her back up. She landed back down on a water bubble, sliding down. "ARE YOU ALRIGHT! ROOK TOLD ME YOU WERE UP TO SOMETHING!"Silver yelled running over. "I got you the flowers big brother"Livia smiled holding them out to him. "You..went through all this trouble to get me the flowers..."Silver says touched. Livia nodded, beaming at him. "Thanks Liv, but don't worry me like that again, I almost had a heart attack seeing you fall so fast"Silver chuckled. "Okay!"Livia giggled. "Lets go get you all bandaged up"Silver smiled. She walked beside him, holding the bundle of flowers in her arms as they headed back to the school.