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silentglassbreak · 10 months ago

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Noah Sebastian x OFC

Here we go.

Warnings: Alcohol abuse, overall abuse, mild violence (ie. bar fights), smut, swearing, and altogether just a lot of fuckery.

+It goes without saying. This is a work of fiction. My words are mine. Plagiarism is a crime.

Taglist: @flowery-mess @lma1986 @myownthoughts12

Part 10 - The Fountain

My hands shook, as I paced back and forth in front of the building, Nick standing with his head hanging.

"Leena I-"

I put a hand up. "Don't."

Nick huffed. "I was going to tell you."

I rolled my eyes. "Yeah? When? Back at the house?" I threw my hands up. "Fat lot of good that did us, huh?!"

He shrugged. "Leena, he's my best friend. I couldn't just betray his trust like that."

"You're his fucking sponsor, Nick!" I glared at him, my voice at a level I would usually be embarrassed to scream at. Right now, however, I could not give even a half of a fuck less. "You are supposed to keep him straight!"

"Jesus, fuck, Leena! I tried!" I stopped, staring at him. "He was sneaking the fucking drinks! I didn't catch him until I tracked him down at a bar last weekend!"

"What?"

He was standing, his arms held up in defense. "He disappeared one night after a show, and I had to check his location. He was at a bar, kicking back shots. The only reason he agreed to leave was because you called him!"

I thought back. "When was this?"

"Thursday night."

The pieces started forming in my mind. His muffled words, his confrontational attitude. Not calling me as often…

I raised an eyebrow. "He told me you guys were out celebrating someone's birthday."

He shook his head. "He never went with us to those anymore. Him and I would just go back to the hotel." He sighed hard, putting his hands in his sweater pockets. "He admitted to me that he started having a few drinks when he was alone in his room each night, after we left again on tour."

My eyes bulged. "Did he say why?"

He only shook his head. "Said he had it under control, and it wouldn't be like last time."

"Last time?"

Nick sighed. "Look, you should talk to him."

I scoffed. "Oh yeah, cause he's obviously very honest with me!"

Nick looked down. "It's not my story to tell, Leena."

"It is now."

He walked over to the bench, taking a seat and looking up at me. I followed suit.

"He just...he was bad before." He stared off in another direction, looking lost in his head. "Performing drunk, forgetting lyrics, it was getting out of hand. It was getting harder to hide."

I kept quiet, giving him room to speak.

"Then, the pandemic hit, and it only got worse." He looked at me, then. "Noah's got a lot of demons, Leena. And he's been through some shit in his life. His way of coping was drowning it out in a bottle."

"Nick, what happened? What made him finally want to stop?"

He sighed, looking away from me again and staring at his shoes.

"We picked up a gig. Well, he picked up a gig. He didn't tell us until the night of. Me, Jolly, and Folio all tried to talk him out of it. He had been on a 2-week bender, and we figured it couldn't go well."

I stared at him, watching his face change while he recalled the memory.

"He insisted. It was a small venue, small show, what could happen?" He paused, biting his lip. "After the show, we went out to celebrate, as we always did. And Noah, he just, he wouldn't let the fuck up. Shot after shot, beers in between."

He raised an eyebrow at me. "I'm not sure if you know this, but the guy's a real jackass when he drinks."

I nodded. "I've gathered that."

"He's like a whole different dude. Well, there was this guy at the bar. He was shit talking, trying to hit on Lily. Noah snapped, started a brawl. He wasn't going to back out, so we all had to get involved, try to break it up."

"The bartender came over to help break up the fight. She was probably as tall as you."

My heart sunk. This wasn't going anywhere good.

"I'm sure he didn't mean to do it, he was blacked out." He looked straight at me. "She ended up in the hospital, bad concussion, fractured wrist, pretty rough shit."

"He hit her?"

Nick shook his head. "Not intentionally. She just kind of got in the way. He wasn't paying attention. Knocked her out in the process."

I was staring at Nick, seeing the pain on his face.

"I don't want this for him, Leena. I want him to quit drinking. But Noah, he's a different animal entirely. I don't know if I can handle sponsoring him."

I nodded. "I understand, Nick. I'm sorry."

"Hey."

The rasped voice made us both whip our heads around. An absolutely hellish looking Noah stood about fifteen feet away, hood over his head, hands in his pockets. He looked nearly asleep still, eyes squinted in the sunlight.

We both stood, Nick walking over to him first.

“Man, what the fuck did you do?”

Noah was staring at me, eyes boring into my head. I returned with a glare of my own.

“What I had to.”

Pulling into the driveway of their home, I heard Noah groan from the back seat.

“I think my fucking truck got towed.”

Noah had slept the entire ride back to Calabasas. This was the first time we heard his voice since we left OCDC. I had been sitting, stewing, planning all the ways I was going to lash out at him.

Once the wheels came to a stop, however, I lost my nerve and opened the door. I hopped out onto the pavement, and beelined for my own truck. I heard a car door slam behind me, and footsteps chasing.

“Leena, wait!”

I spun on my heel, letting any rage I had come through my eyes, blazing into him. He visibly flinched backward, still at least six feet behind me.

“Don’t you fucking dare, Noah Sebastian!” I pressed my key fob to unlock the doors.

“I did it for you, you know!” This made me freeze, car door half open. I grit my teeth and slammed the it closed.

My feet marched directly in front of him, staring up at his insanely tall form.

“Are you kidding me?! You were arrested, Noah! You got fucking wasted, and beat Sam to a bloody pulp for…what? To save me?!” I threw my hands up, a demented smile twisting my face. I let my hands come together, slow clapping.

“Well! My fucking hero!” I took another step toward him, pressing a finger into his chest. He took a step back in response.

"No, let me tell you what you actually fucking did. You started drinking again, behind Nick's back!" Poke in the chest.

"You fucking drank yourself belligerent and took out some bravado-ass vigilante justice on some dirtbag piece of shit who isn't even fucking worth it!" Poke.

"You got arrested, jeopardized not only your own reputation, but your friends' as well." Poke.

"And on top of all of that, you fucking lied to me about all of it!" That last statement earned him a good, old-fashioned shove to the gut.

"God damn it Noah! I warned you not to fucking lie to me!"

He stood there, absolutely motionless, his face hard but his eyes pleading. He fucked up. And now, thanks to my outburst, he fucking knew it.

I took a hard breath, closing my eyes to re-center my thoughts. I looked back at him, seeing he was trying to take a step forward.

I put my hand up, stopping him. "Noah," I felt the familiar sting in my eyes. "this is over."

That's when I saw the panic flood his face. "No, Leena, wait-"

I shook my head. "I can't, Noah. I just can't."

He reached out, snatching one of my hands, too quick for me to pull away. "Please, Leena. Please, don't do this."

I saw his eyes welling up, making it harder for me to hold back the tears now threatening to spill out of my own.

"I have to go." I looked down, unable to hold back anymore. My voice cracked. "I can't do this."

"Leena, baby, I'm sorry. I don't know what else to say. Tell me what to say? Please, baby." His hand pulled mine, and I caught a glimpse of his knuckles. On top of his tattoos, his skin was broken, bloodied, and mangled. Dried blood covered the skin, and his fingernails were filthy.

I squeezed my eyes closed. "Noah, there's no fixing this."

"Leena," His voice was a whisper. "please. I can't lose you."

I wiped at my face, slipping my hand out of his grasp.

"You already did."

3 Months Later

The packing tape made such an awful sound when it screeched over the top of the box. I sighed, pushing the box to the side and used my Sharpie to label it. 'Bedroom'.

Angel sat next to me, eyeing the men walking in and out of the room.

"Guys, this is the last box." I pushed it toward them and smiled as one of them came over and picked it up.

I stood off the floor, surveying the room. Laura skipped in from the hallway.

"Okay, so all of the furniture, and half the boxes are loaded. I talked to Enzo, and we are right on schedule to have the truck take off by 2PM. After that, I think we should grab lunch?" I nodded at her.

"We can drop Angel at your place first?"

She walked over, petting the top of his head. "Of course."

I grabbed my purse off of the bathroom counter, making sure I had everything I needed.

"You're staying with me until when, again?"

I had to think for a moment. Days were easy to lose track of.

"Sunday. Then I fly out to Seattle."

She nodded. "You sure you can't just move in with me? I don't think I can handle you being away for so long."

I chuckled. "It's only six months, babe. I'll be back before you know it."

"I know, but renting out your house seems a little extreme."

I waved her off, stepping through the threshold, Angel in tow.

"Nah, I'll get an apartment when I get back."

After breaking off my relationship, I had to take a step back and make some changes. Life was just too stressful the way it was. I needed something different.

I promptly drafted my resignation to Kline Home Lending, effective immediately. I then called my Dad, giving him the entire rundown of the prior weeks, telling him I needed to find a way to get away. He told me to take some time off, and go stay with him for a while.

That was about as much convincing as I needed.

Noah had tried to reach out many times, but that feathered out after about a month, my message evidently coming through pretty clearly. I kept in decently close contact with Nick, however. I broke up with him, but I would be lying to myself if I said I didn't still think about him every single day. I worried about Noah.

Nick had told me that thankfully, Sam didn't press charges, and he was given probation for a year, which included required anger management, therapy, and regular sobriety tests. I was glad to hear that. He was complying, and I knew from speaking with Abel, that he was once again attending AA. He had already earned a new 60-day coin. My heart swelled when I heard.

"Leena?" Laura caught my attention, making me realize I hadn't responded to something she said as she drove to the restaurant.

"Sorry, what?"

She shook her head. "Where are you right now?"

I chuckled. "Sorry, my mind was on something else. What did you say?"

She peered at me from the side of her eyes. "I asked if it was okay if Nick joined us for lunch? He mentioned that he wanted see you before you left."

I smiled. "Oh, yeah of course. I haven't seen him in...a while."

I hadn't seen Nick since that day. The last time I saw Noah.

We pulled in to the restaurant about twenty-minutes later, Nick standing outside of his truck, waving at us as we pulled in.

"Hey!" I jumped out of Laura's car, and Nick wrapped me in a hug. I squeezed him tight, genuinely happy to see him.

"How are you doing?"

I sighed, a weak smile on my face. "I'm managing. How about you?"

He nodded and looked to Laura, who rounded the corner. "No complaints."

Laura hugged Nick, and we entered the small cafe.

Lunch was easy, comfortable. I put down a BLT sandwich quickly, chatting with Nick about their upcoming European tour dates.

"Where are you most excited to play?"

He smiled, munching on a fry. "Definitely Germany. The crowds out there are the best!"

"Oooh, I would die to see Paris!" I cooed, sipping my sweet tea.

"We'll be there in February!"

"So jealous." I tossed a straw paper at him, earning a fry tossed back at me in return.

Nick took a bite of his burger, and promptly wiped his face with his napkin. "Mm, Laura?"

She turned her attention to him between bites of salad.

"You're coming to the show tomorrow night, right?"

I eyed her suspiciously. She looked caught, a sheepish grin on her face. "Uhm..."

I raised an eyebrow. "Are you?"

She nodded slowly, and I scoffed. "Uh, did you think about mentioning that, maybe?"

She turned to Nick for help, who averted his eyes.

"I was going to mention it...today?" She smiled, guilty.

I gave her an annoyed whine. "Laura!"

"What? Leena, it's free Bad Omens tickets! Whenever I want! How am I supposed to say no?!"

I shrugged. "Fucking fangirl."

This caused her and Nick to both chuckle.

"Leena, why don't you come?"

I stopped mid-drink and deadpanned at him. "Uh...let me count the reasons?"

He rolled his eyes. "Noah doesn't have to know. You can sit in VIP, where he won't bother to look?"

I shook my head. "Thanks, but no thanks. This has been hard enough without listening to him serenade me." I feigned awe. "Voice of an angel, and all."

Nick snickered. "Alright, well let me know if you change your mind."

Laura had driven us back to her house, where I promptly got into my own vehicle and headed to AA. It would be my last meeting until I got back in July, so I wanted to get my goodbyes in now.

I was running late, five minutes past 6PM, and shuffled quickly into the building. When I entered the door, an explosion of voices hollered at me, causing me to stop, stunned.

"Bon Voyage!" Everyone's voices unanimously cheered. The room was decorated with balloons, banners, streamers, and random party decor. The table was covered in treats ranging from cookies, brownies, donuts, and a massive cake in the middle with 'We'll Miss You' scripted on the top.

"Guys! Oh my gosh! You didn't need to do all of this!"

One by one, all of my group members came up for hugs. Abel, then Roger. Seth and Jackson. Syd squeezed me the tightest, looking a little misty and claiming she would come find me if I wasn't back here the day I promised to be.

It was the last person who made me stop dead in my tracks. Noah stood, tall and clean. His hair was combed, freshly cut. He wore a black hoodie, black jeans, and bright red Vans. His hands were in his pants pockets, and he looked nervous.

His smile was big, his eyes bright and clear. It was the best I had seen Noah since I met him. He looked straight, sober. I couldn't help but crack and grin when he held his arms out, inviting a hug.

"I guess you can pass, if you want. I just figured-" But I couldn't help it, I walked over and pressed into him with more force than I intended.

His arms wrapped me tightly, and I inhaled the scent of his cologne, woodsy and fresh. He held me longer than we should've, but the warmth that burst in my chest gave me some of the only solace I felt in months.

He finally released me, pulling back.

I beamed brightly at him. "You look amazing, Noah!"

He rubbed the back of his neck, his nerves obvious. "Yeah, well, I've been working on a lot."

I nodded at him, my hands still holding his arms. "It shows. Good for you, I'm proud."

He locked eyes with me, his dark irises piercing me. He didn't speak, he just smiled, and I felt my feet threatening to melt right into the floor.

Group was informal today, mostly just everyone asking me what my plans were. What I planned to do up in Washington for six months, what my plans were when I got back, etc. I spent the entire hour in one of the best moods I had been in for so long. It was exhilerating.

Noah didn't say much, just watching me intently, listening to everything I said.

It wasn't until after, when Abel insisted I let him clean up, and I was walking the remaining desserts out to my car, that he caught up with me.

"Leena?" I turned around, and smiled at him again. "Hey, I uh," He kicked at the ground, clearly struggling to speak. "I was wondering..."

I raised an eyebrow at him. "Yes?"

"Were you going to be at the show tomorrow, by chance?" He couldn't quite look at me. I leaned back against my truck.

"Yeah, Nick mentioned that." He looked up at me then. "I don't think I can make it, though. I'm sorry."

His face fell. "Oh." He nodded. "Right, yeah, I'm sure you're busy, with the move and everything."

I sighed. "Well, the move is mostly finished. I just," I looked away from him. "I don't think I can."

"What do you mean?"

I laughed then, disbelieving that he didn't understand. "Noah, it hasn't been easy for me."

He just held his lips together in a tight line.

"I..." I trailed off, not quite sure how far I wanted to go with this. "I fucking miss you, Noah. That's kind of the problem. I need to get some distance."

His eyes held something in them I didn't recognize. Hope, maybe? I couldn't let my mind go there.

"I miss you too, Leena. So much."

I bit my lip. My brain was firing on all cylinders. I was making a fucking mistake somewhere, I could feel it.

"Look," He looked back up at me. "let me think on it, okay?"

He smiled then, a small, innocent thing. "Okay."

I left him with that, fear that I may do something I regret if I didn't leave now.

I hopped into my truck and drove down the road toward Laura's, Noah's face flashing in my brain over and over. His words.

'I miss you, too, Leena.'

'So much.'

I was parked in her driveway, running it through my head over and over. The warmth of his hug, the smell of his shirt, the look in his eyes.

God damn it.

I pulled out my phone, opening my thread with Nick.

Me: Still got that ticket?

I sat back on the lounger, trying not to seem too obviously drinking in the show around me. Laura stood up at the rail, singing every word. I watched Noah dance around the stage, sauntering with all the confidence in the world. My mouth was dry. My heart was heavy.

That was my guy. Once.

After Death of Peace of Mind, Noah began his usual monologuing, which signaled to me that Just Pretend was coming. I wasn't sure if I could handle that. I intended to head to the bathroom when they performed that one, if only for my own sanity.

However, Noah's speech was a little different this time, making me sit forward on the couch, paying better attention.

"Alright Los Angeles. We appreciate you guys coming out here tonight." The crowd applauded heavily. He walked up onto the riser, and sat down, legs hanging off the stage.

"I wanted to chat with you guys for a moment, and get some stuff off my chest, if I could?" He was met with an explosion of cheering.

"Thank you, I appreciate it." He waved the crowd down.

"Now listen, there's something I need you all to know." He went silent, his head staring down at his microphone. He lifted it, and looked directly into the crowd. "I'm an alcoholic."

For the first time in the entire night, the crowd was dead silent. Pins dropping everywhere.

In his nervous state, Noah stood up. He laughed lightly, and walked back over to the mic stand. "Yeah, heavy, I know."

"Here's the thing, I made a decision a while ago that I needed to get sober. And if you have an addiction, you know that getting well is the hardest God damn thing you'll ever do." This was met with applause.

"Today, I re-earned my 90-day sobriety chip." He held his hand in the air, the blue coin twinkling under the lights.

The crowd erupted. I was mesmerized.

He put the coin back in his pocket, and turned his attention back to the crowd.

"Now, the reason I tell you this, is because this journey for me has been anything but easy. 91 days ago, I had fallen off the wagon so bad, I concussed myself." His eyes then peered up into our booth. I saw his eyes look dead into mine. "And in doing so, I lost the love of my life."

The crowd 'awed' and 'oohed', but he didn't take his eyes off of me.

"So this next song I want to play, isn't what I'm supposed to play next."

He sighed heavily. "I wrote this song, a very long time ago."

Folio began a slow, heavy bass drum beat. Woodwind sounds came though the speakers.

"At the time that I wrote it, it didn't have as much meaning, but today, as I stand here before you, it means everything to me."

He finally tore away his stare. "If you know the words, sing it with me. If it means something to you."

I gripped the railing, watching him replace his mic on the stand, and swallowing hard.

"This is The Fountain."

The crowd cheered. Noah's voice rang out, an utterly sad sound.

"What will I have left, when even the hurt is gone? And I can't feel a thing?"

I was frozen.

"Would you had been there, when I came home? Could you hold on another day?"

"I wish I had not held, held on to you so long, but I was just so damn afraid."

"I wish I hadn't used you to pull me out of this dark and lonely place."

The song paused, only the sound of synthetic rhythms coming through.

"I had the whole damn world, and I gave it all away. What did I think I would save?"

"For better or for worse, this is my burden to take. Cause I'm the only one to blame."

"You're so much better off with nothing but memories of, memories of my face."

"Because I have no use, now that you're gone. And now I'm running out of faith."

His voice was stronger. The feeling beating through my chest.

"Together we will live forever."

"I'm not afraid anymore."

All of them sang now.

"Forever."

"I'm not afraid anymore."

"We will live forever."

I was tearing through the crowd at an alarming pace. Laura was barely keeping up with me, calling after me. I couldn't stop. I was electric, the feeling under my skin absolutely boiling.

When I reached the security guards, I lifted my VIP badge and waited for them to open the door. I burst through, pacing down the long hallway toward the green room.

"Leena, where are you going?!"

"I've got to find that bastard!"

I burst through the door, startling the few people on the other side. My eyes scanned the room, locking on Nick and Jolly, Folio nearby.

I stomped over to them, absolutely raging. "Where is he?!"

Nick looked absolutely terrified. "He's, uh..."

"Looking for me?" I spun, seeing him standing with his hands kneading together, gloves still in place.

"You!" I walked up to him, his hands coming up in defense. "Who do you think you are?!"

He furrowed his brow.

"Excuse me?"

I took a few steps toward him. This time, he didn't step back. He only broadened his shoulders and stared me down.

"You go out there, and dedicate a God damn song to me? To us?!"

He smirked. Actually fucking smirked.

"I did."

"Ugh! Who do you think you are?!"

"You already asked me that."

"And you didn't answer!"

Everyone was staring at us now.

"I think that I'm the guy who wanted to make a God damn statement!" This made me roll my eyes, to which he scoffed, unamused. "Jesus, Leena. What do you think? I'd embarrass myself like that, admitting I'm a fucking drunk, just for fun?!"

This made me pause. He did do that. That was huge. That was life-changing.

"So yeah, you can be fucking mad if you want to. But I fucking love you, and I was tired of you not hearing me. So I sang you a God damn song." He narrowed his eyes. "Sorry if you didn't fucking like it."

I laughed, loudly. "Didn't like it?" My eyes stared at him wide. "I fucking loved it!" I threw my hands up in defeat. "That's the problem, Noah."

"The problem?"

I sighed, staring right at him. "I love you."

The words fell out before I could stop them. I didn't intend to say it quite that blatantly, with an audience.

"You do?" His voice was hard, still.

"I do. And I don't know what the fuck to do about that."

His face changed, softening around the edges, and he stepped toward me, a smile playing on the corners of his lips.

"You don't know what to do?"

He invaded my space, making the air impossible to breathe.

I shook my head. "No."

He smiled wider, bringing an arm behind me, pulling me close to him. I couldn't react. I was jelly, completely under the spell.

"Well, for starters,"

He pulled me up to him, dipping his head down, and crashing his lips onto mine. It took me a second to react, but after my brain processed what was happening, my hands reached up to grip the sides of his face, pressing into the kiss.

A few hollers were heard behind us, but we tuned it out. This was us. We were back to us. Where we felt right, where we fit.

My chest exploded, my arms wrapping around his neck. He pulled me close, breaking our kiss, and pressing his forehead against mine.

"Fucking love you, Leena."

"Love you so fucking much, Noah."

A/N: There's only one part left, then the epilogue. Thank you for joining me on this journey! Tempted to write a sequel. I love these characters so much. Let me know if you think we should see what life after this looks like for Leena & Noah?

#noah sebastian fic #noah sebastian #bad omens fanfiction #bad omens #fanfic

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thevagabondexpress · 8 months ago

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character profile: gadiel mendoza

Elisa had made me for her purposes, a plaything, an instrument. I considered myself a man now, but I was never meant to be that real.

Unlike his comrades, Gadiel wasn't born anywhere. He was made by a roboticist named Elisa Mendoza, who subsequently mistreated him in so many ways we might as well not even try to count. He wasn't meant to be quite as sentient as he is, and upon fully "waking up," he escaped her for the stars.

After crashing into Giant's Tenement, he was pulled from the wreck by Leena May Loy and spent several days in the station's infirmary. He still bears scars on his cheek, his back, and his arm, as well as several soft black rubber plates, replacing synth-flesh that didn't seal back over. He fell in love with her a little there, but figuring out if and when to admit it has been an uphill battle, especially when he worries she'll have needs he won't satisfy for her.

Gadiel is one of Giant's Tenement's few freeloader residents. He's Leena's friend and sounding board for ideas, and sometimes he does small favors like passing along messages or checking up on unusual situations (he's rescued at least one cat from some high-flung rafters) but he doesn't really have a job and doesn't really get paid. Not that it matters, when most of the stuff on the station is free anyway unless it's on the market deck. Money is just about worthless in the badlands, where there is no standardized government, and therefore no standard coinage.

Gadiel is a quiet man, and would be even if it weren't for trauma. As an android, he doesn't sleep, which has led to a deep and intensive study of various forms of meditation. He may or may not be Buddhist, he just doesn't talk about it much. When he's neither meditating nor rescuing cats from ceiling beams (nor hanging out with Leena), he reads, tending to prefer graphic novels to standard ones, or goes swimming on the greenhouse deck. Don't worry—he's waterproof.

@faithfromanewperspective @remylong @chaoticpotatodemon @quantummeep @tleeaves @chaosandtwo @echow334

#gadiel mendoza #crater of grace #these savage stars #impossible keys #crater of grace character intros

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lilolilyr · 28 days ago

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Happy Halloween! Trick or Treat!

Thank you! Happy Halloween to you too :D

Ask box trick or treat

You're getting my first draft to a part of last year's Bering and Wells Advent calendar :D

On Christmas day, Myka woke to the smell of coffee and the sound of quiet Christmas music playing in the living room. It was early, but at least it wasn’t 5am - she smiled, happy that Pete and Claudia stuck to the compromise she had agreed on with them last year, when they had woken up at the crack of dawn and noisily called out to open presents, annoying everyone else who wanted to sleep in for once.

Myka sat up, never one to lounge around in bed for long when she was already awake. It would be fun to see what everyone had gotten each other. She didn’t think most people in shared houses exchanged gifts, but she, Leena, Pete and Claudia were much closer than just roommates, and they were lucky that Steve and Helena had so seamlessly integrated into their family.

Helena!

Myka almost fell from her bed in shock when the events of the past days came back to her, waking her up more fully and abruptly than a whole can of coffee could’ve.

She quickly put together her outfit for today - thankfully, she had already planned her Christmas morning outfit in advance and so didn’t have to worry about what to wear - and took the box of gifts from underneath a pile of paperwork inside her desk drawer, one of the least likely spots for Pete to try and look for them. She had gotten Helena a book, back when she had still been trying to ignite the whole crush-situation, and it seemed a bit of a lackluster present now that they were together, but Myka hoped she would still like it. It wasn’t like either of them had had time to go shopping yesterday, after their date Myka had been roped into baking Christmas cookies and Helena had been called into the office for some last minute meetings to make sure she could at least have Christmas day off work, so Helena wouldn’t have gotten a gift for Myka as her girlfriend either, just one for her flatmate as Myka had for her. Maybe, they could exchange gifts again at their one month anniversary or something. And of course Valentine’s Day would be coming up soon after that! Myka perked up at the thought of still being with Helena in February, and getting another chance to get her a more personal gift as well.

While she was going through the bag, making sure she had all the gifts, there was a quiet knock on the door.

“Yes?” Myka asked just as quietly, confident by the noise level that it wasn’t Pete on the other side of the door, and quite hoping for it to be-

“Helena.”

“Good morning, darling.” Helena quickly sneaks into her room and closes the door behind her. “I’m glad I was able to catch you, I was hoping to give you your first Christmas gift in private…”

“I didn’t get you anything- I mean, I did, but just as a friend gift, I mean, before - before yesterday…”

“Ah, don’t worry, I didn’t exactly get you another gift either, and I admit I was holding back when I was shopping for you as I wasn’t yet certain how welcome you would be of my advances - but

Xx not what meant

Xx kiss

Xx happy Christmas

Xx walk in hand in hand

Pete I knew it! Xx

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chickenwaffles17 · 7 months ago

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the MINTerview (an interview with Leena the Fox [@ana-the-light-fury])

Q: Hi Leena, how are you?

A: Hey, Mint, yeah, I'm good.

Q: You know why you're here, right?

A: Uh, yeah, you were going to interview me.

Q: I've got some questions here that are fairly generic and some that require more details, feel free to not answer anything you're not comfortable with answering. That okay?

A: Yeah, thanks.

Q: Okay! Wanna introduce yourself?

A: I'm Leena! --the Fox, always forget that part, hehe.

Q: Great! What's your favourite colour and why?

A: Um, probably purple, because it sorta represents loyalty to me.

Q: Ooh. What's your favourite food and why?

A: Favorite food? Um...I don't think I...have one? I mean, I'm not...picky.

Beat.

A: ...But I do like...um...wet...cat food...?

Q: ...Who do you consider your friends?

A: Well, you, since we're kind of in the middle of becoming friends, right? And then Silver. --Er, not *and then* Silver, but...yeah.

Q: Where were you born? If you can remember, of course.

A: I was born in Crisis City. But it's not really...around yet? And I hope it never will be.

Q: Hm. How did you obtain your abilities?

A: By training and surviving, I guess.

Q: A classic for a reason. What was your first impression of me?

A: That you were a cute little girl--like Cream. But you're actually pretty cool. And you seem really loyal.

Q: Aw, thanks! Uh, what do you regard as your nicest memory?

A: Nicest memory? Um, is it okay to have two? Because, like, meeting Silver is definitely up there, but then coming *here*, Green Hill, was *amazing*. Is amazing.

Q: This place is lovely, you gotta admit. Would you describe yourself as introverted or extroverted?

A: Oh...long answer or short answer? Short answer is introverted. Long answer is I don't really open up too well with many people upon first meeting, like I did with Silver. Or Sonic, but they're both really easy people to talk to. But when I do open up, I'm definitely not an introvert. ...Although I guess that's how most introverts are.

Q: What's the best thing someone could compliment you on?

A: Stuff about me. But like, not what I'm wearing. I like it when people tell me they appreciate something I've done or said. Or some aspect of my personality that they particularly like.

Q: Perfectly understandable. Um, one more question and then you can leave.

A: What?

Q: Is a hot dog a sandwich?

A: Is a hotdog...a sandwich? Um. No? Because it's not--...actually, maybe it is? Or...not? Wait, if a hotdog was a sandwich, does that make a soft-shelled taco a sandwich? Wait, wait--if the definition of a sandwich is stuff between two pieces of bread...does that mean that *pies* are sandwiches??

Q: Oh my god... Leena, you've just torn some sort of veil from my face, Jesus it's like- like my vision's been blurry and now I'm viewing it in HD for the first time... Well, thanks. Can't wait to meet you again!

A: Of course! I'd love to meet again!

#leena the fox #mint the possum #the MINTerview #the mint saga #sonic the hedgehog #sonic oc #sonic original character

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untaemedqueen · 4 years ago

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Third Wheeling

CEO!Yoongi x Reader

Genre: Strangers to Lovers!AU, Angst, Fluff, Smut

Chapter 29.

Warnings (Updating Still): Smut, Cheating, Unexpected Pregnancy, Unfaithful, Emotional Damage, Love

Warnings For This Chapter: Pre-Wedding Jitters, Dirty Talk, Daddy Kink, Fingering, Praise, Lactation Kink, Milk Drinking, Pregnancy Kink, Wife Kink, Glazed Donut!OC

A/N: Today’s chapter is late because I’ve been busy playing New Pokemon Snap... sry. Shout out to @xjoonchildx, @ladyartemesia and @ppersonna because I’d be lost without them.

There are undoubtedly many events in life that make a person nervous -- your first day of high school and college, your first kiss, your first sexual experience, and for some even your first phone call you give to your doctor when you're no longer under your parents protection. But no one -- not a single person, told you how nervous your wedding day is.

Maybe it's the amount of people that are attending. Two hundred is no small number.

Or maybe it's the fact that with your belly sticking out so far you can barely see your feet makes you feel like you'll be judged.

Whatever it is, the feeling fucking sucks.

You've seen so many movies where the woman who is getting married is all laughs and smiles, giving cheers to anyone and everyone because it's her wedding day. But now, you can officially say it's bullshit.

The best part is, it isn't even today, it's tomorrow and you still are frightened to the bone at the thought.

"-And I mean, yeah. Fine. We chose the taupe napkins but who the fuck is Aubrey to say anything, y'know? Like she knows her colors… Evil witch. I swear I don't know how she passed kindergarten!"

Leena's rant drifts through your ears like a soft breeze. You haven't been paying attention for a while, if you're being honest.

"Y/N? Are you listening to me?!" Leena gawks, grabbing her glass of champagne from Taehyung's hand.

Again, you're caught up in your own mind. You play every scenario of how tomorrow will be and they all seem to be terrible ideas.

What if you trip walking down the aisle?

What if your heel snaps on the way up?

What if your water breaks in front of two hundred people?

What if-

A small square of balsamic bruschetta appears in front of your face and your eyes narrow at the piece of bread.

You feel your soon-to-be husband's fingers pushing back some stray hairs behind your ear. "Food for thought?" he quips happily.

He has not had a frown on his face in what seems like forever. You adore it, you really do. But how can he not be nervous? Your heart is practically thrumming out of your chest.

"Open," he whispers.

Reluctantly, you open your mouth for the appetizer. When he leans in, you look back down at your lap.

"I can see your heart racing through the artery in your neck," he murmurs against your ear.

His hand squeezes your knee under the table reassuringly as he pulls away.

Yoongi wants to pry, he wants to ask you what's got you so in your own head but there are a few too many people here for that.

"Noona, you're an amazing cook." Jeongguk whines, grabbing another piece of steak off the platter.

"You're actually disgusting." Jimin breathes, wrinkling his nose at the youngest's third steak.

"I need my meat, that's how I win in the ring. Gets me all big and strong." Guk beams, cutting into the large t-bone.

"That's what she said!" Hoseok and Taehyung chirp at the same time.

You watch as they high five each other with child-like smiles plastered onto their faces.

"Are you tired? Do you want to call it a night?" your fiance inquires softly, turning his whole body towards you so the rest of the room can't hear him.

You would never want to take away from the festivities. It's just that your stupid anxiety is overwhelming. Looking over at your handsome partner, your fingers intertwine with his. He's quick to kiss the back of your hand, searching your eyes for some sort of hint as to why you're so down.

"No. I'm fine. I'm sorry." you reply, giving him a small smile.

His eyes narrow at your smile and he takes a sharp breath through his teeth in confusion.

"Al...right, if you say so." he says unsurely, running your intertwined hands over your belly.

"Y/N!" Leena whines from across the table and this time you give her your full attention.

You need to try and push this anxiousness elsewhere even for a little while. You will not be a horrible host.

"Yes Beena," you inquire, leaning your chin on your hand.

"Did you hear me? Did you hear what Kim Aubrey said about my wedding planning skills?!" she screeches.

You can only snort as all eyes around the table land on you. "I don't know why you indulge her. Isn't she the one that shit her pants in chemistry when she was fifteen?"

Yoongi laughs loudly, throwing his head back and placing his hand on his chest.

"Actually yeah, she sat two rows behind me!" Namjoon chimes in with wide eyes. His nose wrinkles at the sudden memory and you don't blame him as he pushes his plate away in a sudden state of queasiness.

"So I don't suck at wedding planning?" your best friend pouts across the long table to you.

"Absolutely not." you insist, winking at her.

"This wedding is going to be the biggest event of the entire year. Maybe even the biggest event of the next ten years." Anna, Jimin's wife cheers.

Oh.

Good.

Love that.

"Well, I think we just want people to have a good time. We aren't worried about what impact it will have." Yoongi says quickly, caressing his thumb over the back of your hand to calm you down.

He's not dumb. He's figured it out by now, but he'll still want to hear it from your lips later on.

"Yeah right. 'Min Yoongi and his artistically talented fiance WOW people with their show stopping matrimony' is gonna be on the cover of Dispatch in two days." Hoseok murmurs.

"Oh yeah? And you're gonna be the one giving them the hot scoop, then?" Namjoon jeers, pointing his index finger over the lip of his glass of brandy at the handsome man.

Hobi sneers in his direction and Yoongi can only respond with a chuckle.

"My fiance is pretty show stopping." the CEO surmises, leaning back in his chair.

"Please. I'm eating. Christ." Leena groans through a mouthful of pasta.

It is nice to have so many close friends around tonight though. You hope it can distract you long enough for the nervousness brewing and bubbling inside of you to subside.

When conversations begin to break up and become between smaller groups of people, you can feel his eyes on you like a heat source.

"Little dove?" Yoongi coos softly, rubbing your distended side.

You hum to him, turning to give him your full attention.

"Tomorrow is going to be beautiful and perfect." he promises, tilting your chin up with his index finger.

"No, I know. I'm just-"

"Worried." he finishes for you and he's not surprised to see your reluctant nod of agreement.

"I know. I'm nervous too." he admits, kissing your cheek.

"You've already gotten married before," you scoff, allowing his arm to curl around your shoulders.

"Actually I was black out drunk and can't remember a single thing because I was venomously angry with the dumb bitch that ruined my life before you." he replies with a wide smile.

"Oh. Good." you reply, rolling your eyes at his playfulness.

"So this is my first real wedding too. And even though I'm nervous, I'm excited. Because then when the wedding is over and we get to our honeymoon-"

"Uh uh." you gasp, smushing your finger to his lips.

He pouts against your finger, kissing it softly. "What?" he garbles against your digit.

"We have company." you whisper fiercely.

"Didn't stop you a few days ago when you sucked my cock beneath the desk upstairs while I was on a video meeting." he deadpans, pulling your hand away from his face.

"Yoongi!" you gasp, glancing over the table who hasn't heard a single thing.

You'd like to keep it that way.

"I can't wait to fuck your little pregnant cunt as you're Mrs. Min Yoongi." he beams, kissing your temple.

You can feel your cheeks flushing with embarrassment and you can only blame the man beside you for that one.

When you smack his chest out of shame, the noise echoes throughout the room, earning attention from all of the guests.

"Abuse is not nice, Y/N. Do you want to file a lawsuit, Yoongi?" Yoona quips, sticking her tongue out at you.

The CEO chuckles, squeezing your shoulder with glee. "No, she couldn't handle my lawyers." he bubbles.

"Oh yeah, you know you aren't supposed to sleep with each other tonight, right?" Leena inquires, moving her fork between the both of you.

The cackle Yoongi gives is loud and absurd, much like your best friend's comment. "I can't do anything to her she doesn't have proof of." he banters, pointing at your large belly.

Leena scoffs, pointing down at her plate. "Again. Eating. Gross." she enunciates, pouring herself another glass of expensive champagne.

Jimin's laugh rings throughout the dining room and Yoongi knows that he's the only person who could truly understand him in that moment.

"Why do people do that dumb tradition anyway?" Jeongguk asks, finally finishing his food.

"It actually comes from arranged marriages. When people didn't know who they were marrying." Yoona informs him.

"Fuck that luck shit. That's the saying, isn't it? 'It's bad luck to see the bride' or something like that." Hoseok breathes.

"I think I'm lucky," Yoongi, Namjoon and Jimin reply all at once.

Your best friend takes the opportunity to sneer at her boyfriend and you can't help but giggle at his hopeless expression. "You know I love you, baby." Taehyung coos, sliding his arm over her shoulders.

"Mhm." she drolls, rolling her eyes when both of you look at one another.

"What's for dessert?" Jeongguk asks pleasantly, tying his long black hair up into a ponytail.

"Are you serious? You're not full?" Namjoon gawks at the boxer.

"I was saving room for dessert!" he beams, looking over at you expectantly.

Jeongguk is sweet, sweeter than most younger men you've ever met. He feels something akin to a little brother to you at this point and it's wonderful to see that even if you're rich you can still have manners.

"I made just a simple cobbler, since the wedding cake tomorrow is going to be super heavy and rich." you announce.

Yoongi shoves his chair back, holding out his hand to help you up like the gentleman he is.

He watches you carefully sprinkle powdered sugar atop the dessert with warm eyes.

You don't know how difficult it's going to be walking up that aisle tomorrow, but you do know that your ankles are going to be on fire. They already are.

He picks up the ceramic dish for you, nodding to the chair for you to sit back down and your heart warms for what feels like the billionth time today.

He's such a special person.

"Yoongi is really cool these days, huh?" Jimin jeers, elbowing your fiance when he steps between him and Jeongguk to place the dessert onto the table.

"I've always been cool," he counters, nudging the younger man back

"Well…" Jeongguk and Taehyung droll at the same time.

"Whatever," the CEO breathes, rolling his eyes.

Your giggle seems to light up the room as well as Yoongi's heart. Slamming down in his chair beside you, he can't help the glee that courses through him.

He can't wait for tomorrow.

Climbing into bed, you let the mattress mold to your body and it feels like heaven to be finally laying down, your body certainly thanks you for it.

Yoongi leans against the wall, watching as you sigh happily. "I can just come to bed y'know? I don't need to stay up and hang out." he offers, padding towards you.

"No, that wouldn't be fair. It's your bachelor party. You should be able to play poker and drink." you reply, cupping your stomach.

His eyes drift over you and you can see how soft his expression is in the dim lighting. "You got out of your bachelorette party," he adds, sitting on the edge of the bed.

"I have a reason. I'm pregnant." you deadpan, lifting your head to look at him.

"With my baby," he coos, stretching up the bed to lay down beside you.

"Don't get comfy." you warn him, running your fingers over his clothed chest.

"I'm not, I'll just stay until you fall asleep." he promises, kissing your forehead.

His hand drifts over your stomach and the tiny kick he feels makes his heart beat faster. "Hey, kid. How you doin' in there?" he whispers, running his thumb over the spot his son just hit.

You hum gently, letting your eyes flutter closed.

"I'm so tired but I'm so nervous." you announce in the quiet room.

Your fiance looks away from your belly to look over at you. "It's okay to be nervous, but don't let it supersede your happiness for tomorrow either."

You nod gently, wrapping your arms around his neck. "I just have so many scenarios going through my head."

"And none of them are nice, I'm sure." he replies, booping your nose with his index finger.

Scoffing in agreement, you bury your face into his sweet smelling neck.

"I can make you cum, it might make you sleepy," he offers.

"I can't return the favor though, I'm too tired. It'll be unfair," you whine.

When he clicks his teeth, you only hold him tighter to your body.

"I don't need you to 'return the favor' when you love someone as much as I love you, you'd do anything to see them comfortable." he replies, kissing the top of your head.

"They're waiting for you downstairs." you remind him.

"Let them wait. You come first," he breathes, running the tips of his fingers over your soft inner thighs.

You whine in disagreement but your body betrays you naturally. Your legs spread wider and your breath hitches, your lips softly suckle on the thin skin of his neck waiting patiently for what he will do next.

"Your skin is so soft," he whispers, tugging the seat of your panties to the side.

He pulls away from you just far enough to be able to see how well he pleases you and he's already aroused at the sight.

Your eyes are low with lust, bottom lip clamped between your teeth. Your nipples are stiff peaks, straining against the grey silk nightgown you adorn. He can see the grey fabric becoming darker with each passing second as you bead milk.

"God," he groans, parting your lower lips.

"Tomorrow when we fly to Japan, I'm gonna fuck you in every way you could possibly think of." he promises, running his middle finger through your arousal.

"H-How?" you inquire curiously, gasping when he taps the pad of his finger to your clit.

His lips part and his teeth clamp down on one of the cups of your nightgown before pulling down harshly.

You whimper at the chilly air that glides over your now exposed skin.

He lays soft, hot opened mouthed kisses to your nipple, watching your eyebrows furrow in pleasure.

"How am I going to fuck you?" he prods.

You nod fervently, capturing your index finger between your teeth.

"Well," he begins, drawing smooth, slow circles to your swelling clit, "I'll start on the red eye. I'll take you back to the bedroom and take off that pretty wedding dress you'll be wearing just for me."

"Daddy," you whimper, spreading your legs wider for more.

He hums in agreement, pulling off your underwear to free you completely before him.

"I'm gonna make sure the whole crew of my plane knows you're getting fucked by your husband. Gonna have you screaming my name while I fuck your tight little pussy with my thick cock." he avows, kissing over your shoulder.

His words send shivers up your spine and your toes curl with excitement.

"Fuck," you whimper, grinding your hips down onto his hand.

"Gonna hold your big belly in my hands while I fuck you from behind. Let your milk drip all over the sheets of the bed on the plane. You're gonna beg me to go harder, to fill your dirty pregnant cunt full of my cum. I'm gonna make you feel so good, you aren't even going to care that everyone can hear you calling me daddy."

Shoving two fingers inside of you, he skillfully taps the soft patch of nerves within you and your brain is already firing on all cylinders to cum for him. His thumb begins to press harder circles into your clit and when you cup your belly, his eyes roll back at the sight.

"Gonna get you to the secluded hotel and fuck you out on the balcony, in the bath tub, on the bed, anywhere I can get my hands on you. Because I need you wrapped around me. Always." he murmurs into your ear.

"Shit!" you cry out, letting your head loll back to the pillow.

"Good girl, little dove." he praises, unbuttoning his pants for relief.

The head of his cock peeks out from the lip of his briefs and you whimper at the pearl of precum that beads at the tip.

"You're so beautiful," he breathes, kissing from your collarbone to your pert nipple.

When he suckles softly, your hips lift at the erotocism. He moans at the taste of your milk and his hand ghosts over his hard cock.

"Daddy," you cry out, starting to shake from the overwhelming pleasure.

Sitting up on his knees, he shoves his pants down further. He parts your legs wider and he doesn't seem to care that all of his friends are waiting patiently for him downstairs.

His cock ruts between your folds and you're ever so close to cumming with every swipe the head of his cock brushes against your clit.

"So warm," he murmurs, purchasing his bottom lip between his teeth.

Your moans begin to get louder and he knows you're so close to releasing your pleasure.

"That's it baby, you're so close." Yoongi notices, running his hands over your stomach.

"O-Oh my God!" you cry out, grabbing his hands over your belly.

"I know, little dove. Feels good, huh?" he coos.

You're so obscenely wet, that even without him being inside you he's finding himself close to his own end.

It's just you in general, you overstimulate him in ways he can barely understand.

"Daddy, I'm gonna cum." you bleat, gripping his hands harder.

"Cum for me, little dove. I want to see your pretty face when you cum for me." he begs, rutting his hips harder against your core.

You do as told, cumming for him with white spotted eyes and loud sobs of pleasure.

"Good girl," he praises, pulling away from your weeping pussy.

He fists his cock in hand, dragging the swollen, leaking tip over your belly. "Such a pretty woman I have beneath me. Fuck," he curses, jerking his hand faster.

Even as tiredness begins to shroud you, you want him to orgasm too. "Daddy, cum all over my belly. Want to feel your warm cum."

He takes a sharp breath between his teeth, his eyes snapping to yours.

When you palm your breasts, his eyes immediately falter to them. You pinch your nipples purposefully, earning droplets of milk that stream slowly over your digits.

"Oh fuck!" he gasps loudly, pushing his hair out of his eyes.

"Want your cum so badly," you whimper, looking up at him with doe-like eyes.

"Yeah? You want me to cum all over your belly?" he prods, feeling his balls tightening.

You nod fervently, leaving your breasts to rub circles to your distended skin.

"Fuck!" he curses, squeezing his eyes shut as his orgasm courses through him. His cock throbs and stutters in his hand and you hum with satisfaction when you feel his warm cum land on your belly.

"God, you're too sexy for your own good." the father of your child jeers, sitting back on the heels of his feet.

You find yourself giving a tired giggle and your eyelids slowly begin to shield your eyes from view.

"Good girl." he whispers softly, hopping off the bed to clean your stomach.

When he comes back with a wet towel, he can see that you're already fast asleep. He's happy knowing that you'll be able to sleep even if it's only for a few hours.

He can understand your worries and your fears but he wants you to be able to enjoy your wedding too.

Kissing your forehead as he cleans your belly, he sighs softly. "My wife," he breathes, closing his eyes.

"I'll be back later, my love." he promises, tossing the rag back into the bathroom.

Yoongi covers your naked body with the comforter and his heart is thudding in the recesses of his chest with joy.

Just a few more hours and you'll be legally his.

"Remind me why we're playing poker the night before your wedding instead of going out?" Taehyung asks, throwing chips into the center of the green felted table.

"Because there's no pregnant strippers around these parts," Jimin jeers, picking up his beer.

Yoongi sneers at the younger man beside him, elbowing him almost out of embarrassment.

"What? If I could go see a pregnant strip show, believe me, I would."

"We know." everyone replies, rolling their eyes.

"Last time you had a bachelor party, man, that shit was fun." the hotel CEO recalls.

"You had fun." Yoongi reminds him, ashing his cigar.

"Also, aren't you completely smitten with Leena anyway? You want her to have your baby." Namjoon prods, placing his cards down on the table.

Taehyung smirks at his comment, leaning back into his chair and slinging his arm over the lip. "Oh, I'm very happy. She's everything I could possibly want." he affirms, smiling to himself.

"Then why do you want to go to a strip club?" Hoseok adds, throwing chips onto the table.

"Because I like tits. Jesus Christ, just crucify me why don't you!" Tae replies appalled.

Yoongi snorts loudly, clamping his teeth down on his cigar.

He wonders if you're okay, if you've woken up in the past few hours due to his son being so active.

His fingers flex uncomfortably and he's still surprised how much his life has changed in such a small amount of time. He's gone from being a violent, sadistic, narcissistic asshole to being a needy, loving and adoring man. And that's all thanks to you.

You've completely changed the pattern of his DNA and he could never appreciate you as much as you deserve.

"You excited for tomorrow, hyung?" Guk's voice pulls him from his thoughts and he smirks at the younger man.

"Very excited but very nervous." he admits to his group of friends.

"I remember the night of his other wedding. He was so fucking drunk he could barely stand up on his own." Jimin recalls with a laugh.

"I had to hold him up with my shoulder from behind so he didn’t fall backwards." Namjoon adds with a sharp laugh.

Yoongi smirks to himself, looking down at his pocket which holds his wallet. "Well, I'm just glad we don't have to have a repeat of that horrible day again."

"You got lucky dude, not many people find their soulmate when they were an asshole like you were." Hoseok says, pointing at the Kisung CEO.

His sneer is terrifying but probably only to himself as the other men laugh at Hobi's words.

"Y/N completely made him do a 180." Joon concurs.

"I like Y/N noona a lot. She fits in well and she's always optimistic and sweet. We needed someone like her in our lives." Guk beams and your soon-to-be husband seems to glow in their praise.

He loves hearing his friends talk so highly of you. He loves knowing that you're loved for being yourself, especially because you don't know it very often.

He can remember when he first met you, in the back of Seokjin's club. You were sweet and kind but a smart ass and cheeky at the same time. You intrigued him on so many levels and he can remember how badly he wanted to destroy you. But he never would have expected to fall in love with you as earnestly as he has.

And he wouldn't change it for anything in the universe.

"Leena has been putting in so much work for this wedding, you would think it's hers." Taehyung laughs, pulling Yoongi out of his reverie.

"And when are you getting married to her then?" the Kisung CEO inquires, ashing his cigar.

The question seems to stupify the handsome hotel owner, he stutters and shifts awkwardly in his seat trying to reply to the sudden question.

"Jesus, you broke him!" Jimin laughs, clapping his best friend on the back.

Taehyung's cheeks burn bright red and his hand immediately cups the back of his neck out of embarrassment. "I mean I bought a ring. I just haven't thought of anything romantic to y'know… ask her."

Beer goes flying out of Jimin's mouth and the sneer Yoongi gives makes him want to die on the spot.

"Jimin. You're paying for the new felt, you fucking animal." Yoongi gripes, watching Namjoon and Hoseok heartily laugh at the younger man.

"That'll be great! Leena noona is really nice!" Jeongguk cheers, hugging Taehyung happily.

"Thanks…" Tae breathes embarrassed.

Yoongi winks at him and he isn't surprised in the slightest, he knows just how smitten the man is with your best friend.

"Yoongi?"

The voice is gentle and tired. In an instant he's burning out his cigar and waving the smoke away.

"Yeah, baby?" he calls to you, disregarding the others in the library.

"Just checking to see if you were all still here," you murmur, stepping into the library doorway.

You're beautiful in the dim glow of the library's lights and the smile that spreads over his face is heart shatteringly perfect.

"Still here." he beams, padding over to you.

"Okay." you bleat, rubbing your sleep hooded eyes.

"What're you doing up, my dove? You must be so tired." he inquires, pushing hair back behind your ear.

"I'm thirsty. Wanted water." you chirp, pressing your forehead into his chest.

"Okay. Get your water and I'll be up in a few minutes. Alright?" he promises, tipping your chin up with his index finger.

You hum in agreement, starting to yawn.

He chuckles at your sleepy state, kissing your forehead. He pats your backside for good measure before turning to his friends that are seated around the poker table.

"I think it's time to get some rest before the big day tomorrow."

The guys hum in agreement, tossing down their cards and standing up.

"Tomorrow's gonna be great, man. I'm really happy for you." Joon whispers, patting his shoulder as he heads out first.

Yoongi can only agree with a wide smile.

Tomorrow is the start to the rest of his life. And it's perfect, just like you.

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thenewkitsune · 3 years ago

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Okay, decided to go with Curious since it is the most developed, despite not seeming it from the description I posted...Anyway, this is an early scene in the novel, if not the first scene, but it was written very quickly just to get the general idea of how the first meeting goes between the two main characters. I welcome advice! Just remember this is a very rough draft.

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“So let me be honest with you, Sis.” Jeremy spoke over the music, focusing on Kat’s unamused expression.

“About what?”

“I wanted you to come out tonight for more than just my birthday.”

“What other reason could there be?” Kat sighed, resting her elbow on the table and her chin in her hand.

“I want you to meet someone. Someone I think is going to change your life.”

“Jer, you know I’m not interested in dating right now. I’m not ready to give some guy-”

“First off, hear me out. Second, it’s not some guy, Kat. Her name is Leena and she is very excited to finally meet you.”

The look Katherine shot her brother made it clear that he might as well have grown a second head.

“Um, hate to break it to you, but I’m not into girls like that.”

“Ehe, hate to break it to you, but you’ve never seen the way you look at women when you’ve had a few drinks.” He shot back, cocking his head at her.

“I don’t-”

“You do. Trust me, you do. Now look, it’s just a meeting. She wants to be your friend first and foremost, but she is also wanting to date you just from what I’ve told her about you.” Jeremy looked over his shoulder at the dance floor, scanning quickly before returning his gaze to Kat. “Seriously though, Kat, I want you to give her a decent chance. She’s a good person and I think you guys will mesh well.”

“But I’m not gay, Jeremy. I’ve never been attracted to a woman before and-”

“You have. You were just too drunk to remember it. In any case, I’ve had my suspicions about you since I was 12. It won’t hurt to give it a shot, right? If you really believe you’re not gay after a few months, Leena will back down without a problem. So, come on, please? Even if you just become friends with her, I won’t complain. You could use someone other than me and Ash to hang out with.”

Katherine gave him a dead stare before tilting her head and sighing. “I’ll meet her, but I don’t intend to become anything other than friends.” It was as close to an agreement as he was going to get.

“Perfect. I’ll go get her.” He pushed back from the table to stand.

“No need. I’m already here. I got antsy waiting.”

Kat’s attention shot up at the sound of the newcomer’s voice from where it had drifted down to her drink. Standing across the table next to her brother was one of the most beautiful women she had ever seen. But she still wasn’t gay.

Leena was tall, probably standing a good eight inches taller than Katherine. Her hair was brown, reaching almost to her waist and held out of her face by a backwards ball cap. She wore a pair of fitted jeans and a black tank under a checkered yellow flannel top that had the sleeves pushed up to her elbows.

This was the one her brother was trying to set her up with? Even if she was interested in women, this one was way far out of her league.

Leena gave Kat a bright smile and extended her hand across the table. “Good evening, Katherine. I’m Leena. It’s nice to finally meet this knucklehead’s sister. You’re - uh- more beautiful than the pictures he’s shown me led me to believe.”

Katherine stared at Leena for a moment, feeling a flush rising in her cheeks at the compliment. Realizing she had not said anything yet, she cleared her through and took Leena’s hand giving it a quick shake. “It’s a pleasure to meet you, Leena...And thank you.”

She went to pull her hand back but Leena held on, flipping it and bringing it to her lips. Kat’s flush darkened at the action and as much as she would hate to admit it, she could feel her heart pick up in pace.

It was an unusual reaction. Usually when a man pulled the same action, all she felt was disgust, but with Leena she just felt flustered. She felt like she could blame it on knowing her brother was trying to set her up with the kitsune beauty, but something in her gut told her that was not the case.

Kat glanced over to her brother who was wearing an amused smirk at her reaction. Her look turned into a glare and Jeremy quickly threw his hands up to pacify her before turning to Leena. “Next drink is on me, ladies. I’ll leave you to it.” He announced before giving Leena a fist bump and disappearing into the crowd, presumably to fetch them the next round of drinks.

“So…” Leena started as she slid onto the chair across from Kat. “I’m sure Jeremy has explained everything to you about me and why he wanted us to meet. He covered the details about you and how he expected you to react. I just want to let you know that I’m not here to force anything on you.” She paused and looked into the crowd for a moment.

“I just want to test the waters, we’ll say. So I’m just going to flirt while I slowly get to know you. You give the word that I’m making you uncomfortable in a bad way and I’ll stop.”

Katherine could feel her heart picking up in pace again at Leena’s words. No one had ever taken her personal comfort into such high consideration before. It kind of made her want to give Leena that shot her brother had requested...But she still wasn’t gay.

“I want us to be friends first. I’m a patient woman, so I don’t mind waiting while you figure things out. I can be anything you need me to be. What - um - what do you think?”

Kat watched Leena for a few moments, taking in the earnest, almost puppy-like expression on the kitsune’s face along with her seemingly honest words. Finally she looked down at her empty glass and nodded.

“That sounds...acceptable. We can be friends, but I really don’t think I’m gay.”

Leena gave her another bright smile and leaned forward on the table. “And I just want to see if I can change that opinion.” It was said teasingly and had the flush returning to Kat’s face after she had finally gotten it under control.

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xiao8-bb · 4 years ago

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Man, I Feel Like A

A Linked Universe fic

At what point is it considered appropriate to tell your travelling companions you’re actually a man, and at what point are you supposed to take the secret to your grave?

Wild himself would admit he makes a pretty good shieldsister, if it weren't for the fact he's not even a woman half the time.

Chapter 1: First Meetings [posted on ao3 here]

Hylia help them, they almost got skewered onto spears where the portal spat them out.

Hyrule is quick to hold up his hands in a gesture of peace, feeling crosseyed trying to focus on the gleaming metal just centimeters away from his nose. The woman on the other end of the weapon sneers. “Voe! How dare you invade our town!”

Voe? It’s a foreign word. He darts his gaze around, taking in the training dummies lined up, the weapons in racks and in every woman’s hands, and, well, the crowd of armed women that look ready to kill for whatever offense their group have inflicted in the single minute they’ve had since being dropped three meters down a rock wall. This looks more like a military barrack than a town.

To his side, Time tries appeasement. “We apologize for the fuss, we did not intend to disturb your town. We were ambushed by monsters when a portal opened up and brought us here.” He was the one to crowd the group back, keeping them from immediately fighting back when the guards cried out with alarm at their unexpected appearance.

“Gerudo,” he had hissed out between clenched teeth. “Stand down and we should be fine, but stay on your guards.”

It was a good call; guard after guard flooded into the area they had dropped down into, and they were surrounded almost immediately. It would’ve been a brutal fight, not one they were likely to win.

One of them, it’s impossible to tell who, jeers. “Unfortunate for you voe, then.”

“We will escort you out,” another says. Her grip on her sword is less aggressive than before, but a pass of her glare is enough to warn them not to try anything. “Follow me, and do not touch or bother any of the civilians, or your safety will not be ensured.”

“Wait.”

The crowd around them shifts, slowly breaking away, and yet another woman steps through. Like all the others, she towers above them all, but her presence manages to be even more intimidating than the rest. “Portal, you say? You were teleported here?”

Legend scoffs, loud enough that Hyrule can’t help but look to the sky and pray that he’s not going to piss off the locals and get them killed. “Did you miss the big swirling void that let us bounce down the rock wall?” He yelps when a hilt jabs his back.

“Don’t speak to the captain that way!”

The captain, as she seems to be, only narrows her eyes at them. “It would do you well to watch your tone. Khali, Leena, escort them out to the shrine with me. Kanom, go summon Link. I believe they may be of interest to her.”

Link?

His wide eyes catch on everyone else’s, flickers of surprise and excitement crossing their faces. Was this a new land? He’d thought it was Time’s, given that he knew the people, but the name is strikingly consistent. Would the hero really be so easy to find?

“Who’s Link?” Wind pipes up. His young age works in his favor—none of the women seem as hostile to him as the others. “What’s he- uh, she gonna do with us?”

Two warriors nudge them into walking, the captain leading the way. “She is a gentle soul, so you have nothing to fear, little one,” one says, sounding more relaxed now that their group is on their way out. “She’s been tracking down the portals, so she will likely ask you questions and send you on your way.”

The other guard snorts, a faint giggle rising from the end. “Bah, send them on their way? She’s too sweet for that. Little Hylian vai will probably insist on helping them get to the bazaar or the stables herself.”

“Quiet, you two,” the captain snaps, and both fall silent. Her eyes are cutting as she glances back at the group. “Link is a kind vai, yes, but do not be mistaken. If she finds any of you a danger to herself or others, she will cut you down with no hesitation. Step wisely.”

They’re led out through an out-of-way path, only a few non-armed Gerudo catching sight of them. The moment they’re out of the town walls, the sun seems to take that as permission to beat down harder. Sand shifts under Hyrule’s feet, and he can’t help but look around in wonder. Desert as far as he can see, storms of it whipping in the distance. He walks along in a daze, twisting his head and nearly knocking into poor Twilight as he surveys the land. The older man looks like he might soon keel over in the heat, covered as he is.

He’s not the only one looking around. There’s something about this place that speaks of its vastness. Even Legend and Time, seasoned adventurers they are, seem disconcerted at how never-ending the desert seems to be. That settles whether it’s Time’s Hyrule or not, then. A new land, a new Link.

They turn around a corner of the wall and stop. “Over there,” the captain says as she points to a strange stone structure. It’s tall, engraved with strange blue markings that glow even under the afternoon sun. Swirls and disjointed lines, a strange eye framed by a few more flourishes. Under the eye, an alcove sits, another circle glowing in the floor as if a small mirror to the platform that leads to its entrance.

“That’s the… shrine, you called it?” Warriors asks. It certainly doesn’t look like a place of worship, but the religion could be different here for all they know. All he gets in reply is an indifferent hum.

For what it’s worth, the shrine provides blessed shade, and Hyrule doesn’t hesitate to duck inside, though he avoids getting too close to any of the glowing circles in the floor. Twilight and Legend do the same, and one by one the others sigh and stretch and sit where the sun can’t burn.

Without further ado, the captain says, “Link should arrive sooner than later, and it would most likely be in your best interests to stay until she does. Perhaps she can keep you from stumbling into another portal.” She spares them one last look, sharply assessing, and adds, “And for the child’s sake, do not try to traverse the desert. Not until late afternoon when it’s cooled down, at least.”

And with that, the Gerudo leave.

As soon as they’re out of earshot, Four asks, “So we’re in a new Hyrule, right? Unless anyone here can claim it?”

One by one, each deny the possibility. “Another hero, then,” Sky murmurs, something regretful under his breath. He was the most haunted as their band grew, and though they’ve reassured him that the cycle is in no way his fault, he still seems to ache at every new iteration, every sliver of adventure’s lore revealed. “Did you hear the guards? They said she, so…?”

“A heroine!” Wind cheers. He’s sitting on the edge of the platform, curiously sifting the sand through his fingers. He looks up and grins at them as he speaks. “Aryll’s gonna be happy, she’s always wanted a big sister. Oh!” His eyes sparkle at a thought. “Do you think she’s gonna be younger than me? Another little sister! I don’t know about you guys, but I need someone to dote on, it’s kinda weird without someone younger around.”

Warriors snorts gently. “I don’t think my heart can take it if we get someone even younger than you, squirt. Yes,” he says before Wind can protest, “you are an experienced adventurer and all, but the fact that you had to be isn’t great. I would hate to think of someone even younger.”

Hyrule thinks he looks to Time for a second, but he’s back to smiling at Wind before Hyrule can be sure.

It drops to a comfortable quiet after that while they wait for Link to show up. Not completely silent, though. Twilight and Sky rib at Time to remove his armor “before you get heatstroke, which you will definitely get” while they themselves shed layers. Wind and Four discuss how beach sand and desert sand are different. The sun doesn’t let up, hazily drifting down the sky a few degrees at most. Hyrule lets his eyes unfocus, staring at the mirages that float along the horizon.

Legend sits up from where he leans against cool stone. “Is that her?”

There, at the town entrance. A Hylian dressed in the same garb as the Gerudo talks to two guards, hands gesturing and pointing to the shrine. She raises a hand to shield her eyes as she peers at them, and Wind waves widely when he notices. Link waves back, a little less enthusiastic but still clearly. After a farewell to the guards, she makes her way over to them.

Suddenly, Hyrule feels nerves eat at his fingertips, a buzz under his skin. Yet another hero to get used to being around. Will they get along? Will she tip the scale from the group being tolerable to overwhelming in their presence?

Someone bumps into his shoulder—Legend makes a show of not looking directly at him, eyes fixed upon the approaching figure. “Loosen up,” he says quietly, still not looking at Hyrule. “It’ll be fine, we’ll figure it out as we go along.”

It’s too late to dip further into anxious thoughts. Link crests a sand dune and becomes clear to the sight for the first time.

Pretty, Hyrule thinks. Scarred, he thinks next.

They’re everywhere, disfigured skin all around her left side, crawling up her shoulder and neck and even past the veil that covers her face and into her hairline. Burns linger on this woman harsher than they could exist on anyone living, and countless other scars litter the remaining skin. Sword slashes, spear stabs, even what looks to be lightning ferns.

But she’s undeniably pretty. Beautiful, even. Her eyes are a dazzling blue even from afar, and she moves with a grace only royalty could hope to emulate. Long hair swings in time with her strides. Despite the battles written in her skin, she walks with a confidence born out of having survived all of them.

“Sav’aaq!” she calls out. “I’m told you lot got dumped out of a strange portal?”

Well, she’s definitely older than Wind, but she is definitely going to be a cool person to adventure with. The sword strapped to her back is probably bigger than he is, and she stands before them with her hip cocked out just like how Tetra does. It’s a strong pose, confident and with a hint of swagger.

Wind loves it. She looks like she has a million wild stories to tell.

“Sav’aaq!” he greets back, fumbling the word a little. Only a little, though! The way her eyes curl into a smile tells him he didn’t do too badly. “That’s hello, right? Are you Link? The captain said you’d wanna talk to us!”

He slips out from between Twilight and Four to grin more directly at her, unable to help his excitement. She’s Link, one of them; he can feel it in his heart. The same feeling of familiarity and recognition and right that he’s felt with all the other heroes.

This close, she doesn’t look that much older than him. Maybe a few years at best.

“It means ��good day’, yeah. And yes, I’m Link.” She walks right up to the platform, uncaring of the blue glow under her shoes. There’s a terseness in the line of her shoulders, but she holds herself otherwise loose, casual. “So—portal?”

This is where Time steps up, exchanging glances with Twilight and Warriors. Wind allows himself to be pulled a bit further back into the shade while they decide: do they come clean immediately? Do they play along with what Link is after?

Wind’s seen this debate a handful of times. They usually make a good enough judgement, so he’s content to follow their lead for the time being.

Warriors is the one to speak. “Yes, a dark portal, big enough to swallow us all. We fell into it, and it took us from where we were to, well, the middle of this town.” His tone shifts to wry. “I take it men aren’t welcomed here, miss?”

Link hums. “No, voe are not allowed to enter Gerudo Town. Though it’s strange…”

She takes another step towards them, gaze intent as she studies them one by one. Beside him, Hyrule takes a step back, uncertainty tightening his eyes. Sky shifts uneasily. Four’s breathing purposefully evens out. Even Legend tenses up. Despite not doing anything threatening, something in her stance has shifted to scream danger!, and Wind swallows with an abruptly dry throat.

“What is strange?” Time prods. His stance also changes, from unassuming and relaxed to on guard. The other two also hold themselves differently, like subconsciously they’re all preparing for a fight.

Suddenly, Wind realizes she’s cornered them in the shrine.

“These portals have only ever released monsters, you see.” Her voice drops quieter and quieter, but the steel underneath is almost visible. “Then how is it your group gets dropped out of one? Hylian travelers, unlucky enough to fall into a portal rather than being ambushed by monsters from one?

“...Unless you aren’t truly Hylian travelers?”

“Wait!” Four blurts out, but it’s too late. Only Time’s battle-ingrained reflexes keep him from being cut, his own sword drawn just fast enough to block her blade. “This is a misunderstanding!”

Quick as lightning, Link raises her shield to block a strike from Warriors, taking the opportunity to parry back and swipe at his knees. Warriors swears and jumps back, nearly bashing his head into the wall behind.

“Wait!”

Metal rings out against metal as Sky meets her next strike, the glow of the Master Sword ghostly across his face. “Please, hear us out!”

“...!” Link backflips once away, dodging a grab from Twilight. “That’s…!”

Sky waits, but after a few moments, he lowers his arm. She’s staring at the sword in disbelief, incredulity obvious even in the way her ears stick up. “I take it you recognize her?” he asks, not quite daring to fully lower his guard. They’re all frozen in a tableau of wariness, all aware of the danger she could pose to them before they can convince her of the situation.

Her gaze travels up from the blade up to him, and even though Wind isn’t at the end of her glare he feels its feral intensity. “Why,” she asks—no, demands, “do you have that?”

“It’s a long story, if you’d just let us explain—”

“I restored the sword to its resting place,” Link says, low and fierce. “Calamity Ganon is dead. What kind of trickery is this? Are you the ones responsible for the monsters?”

Wind brightens in spite of himself. That’s as good as confirmation she’s wielded the sword before. His hunch was right. If only they can get her to trust them…!

“Take the sword and she’ll tell you!” Sky insists. “This isn’t a trap. We mean you no harm, really. Please, we are heroes just like you.”

“Is giving the woman who just tried to kill us your sword a good idea?” Wind elbows Legend harshly. “What! It’s a valid concern!”

To be fair, Wind hasn’t lowered his weapon either. They’d all jumped into action the moment she did. Fellow hero or not, reflexes are a life-saving thing. It’s with wary stances that they watch Sky flip the Master Sword, offering it hilt first to Link. A moment passes, two, and Link’s sword swings back up to be sheathed on her back.

When her hand grips the Master Sword, its glow paints her scars in lurid blue.

“...Otherworldly travelers?”

Wind lets out a breath he didn’t know he was even holding. “I dunno, it kinda sounds like we’re aliens when you say it like that. We’ve figured out we’re coming from different parts of different timelines, though!”

Link huffs out a laugh, hostility sliding off her frame. She hands back the Master Sword to Sky and takes a step back to survey their group once more.

“My apologies for the rough start,” she says, dipping her head in a bow. “It’s been more and more dangerous around here lately. Portals are popping up everywhere and spitting out strange monsters. Did you hit the wall?” She directs this last part to Warriors, who smiles charmingly, if not a tad warily. Bleck.

“Not to worry, miss. It’ll take more than a stumble to take me down!” Gross. Grossssssss. Wind forgoes holding up his sword to cover his face and groan.

“Do you have to flirt with every person you meet?” he complains.

“Why you little—! It’s called natural charisma and being polite!” Warriors catches him in a headlock and starts scrubbing at his scalp, much to his horror. “I’m not going to flirt with someone who’s essentially me!”

With that, the tension breaks. Hyrule laughs at the fuss and even louder when Legend says, faux-casual, “That doesn’t exclude everyone else you flirt with, captain.” Wind twists and squirms to throw Warriors off, bolstered by the laughter of his friends and of the newest hero to join their group.

Link, for her part, relaxes considerably. She speaks quietly with Time and Twilight while the rest shake off their little adrenaline high, then addresses the group as a whole once they quiet down. “There’s an inn at the bazaar near here where voe are allowed to enter. Just don’t cause any trouble and you should be fine. If we leave now, the sun shouldn’t be too hot to bear and we should arrive before it gets cold.”

The path is long and winding, sand getting in boots and under clothes. Wind finds himself near the front of the group, pelting Link with questions that she seems amused to entertain. She smiles, at least, so he’s taking that as a win. What’s a voe? It’s the Gerudo word for male, with vai as female. How far is the trek to the bazaar? A couple hours, maybe even three or four if there were enemies in the way. What are those round plants that grew in random spots? Hydromelons, and she picks up all the ones in their path and magicks them away with a tap of a slab on her waist and a wink, much to his awe. How does she not get sunburned in that outfit? She leans close, showing him the magic interwoven into the fabric.

Finally, a large rock spire becomes visible in the distance, draped in flags and with lanterns hung up. “Just about another half hour,” Link says. She doesn’t seem at all tired by the long walk. “Once we’re there, I’ll get you boys some dinner and you can fill me in on the details of your quest while we eat?”

“Sounds good,” Twilight says, obviously relieved. Poor poor rancher; even with the sun beginning to lower, he still looks the most bedraggled by the desert. Sand has stuck into his pelt til it looks more tan than grey. “Your Hyrule uses rupees too, right?”

Link waves him off without even turning to look. “Dinner’s on me, let me call it even for trying to behead you all before now.” Wind turns to exchange wide eyes with Four—behead?—but his are a lot more eager than Four’s look. Link is totally going to be his older sister. She’s already like a pirate, except she’s one of a sea of sand rather than water.

The sand gives way to steady rock. Time sighs in relief, and Wind can’t help but turn around to give a cheeky little “That’s what you get for wearing such heavy armor!” and prancing away from a half-hearted swipe. He and the smaller heroes probably had the easiest time of it, those more heavily clad sinking into the sand.

With the evening chill sweeping in, they’re quick to weave their way past stalls and lighting torches to enter a building carved in the spire they had seen earlier. A general store sits in front, the shopkeeper barely flicking her eyes up at them before waving them further inside. “Sav’saaba,” Link greets. “Do you have room for…” She takes a moment to count them all. “Nine guests?”

The innkeeper stares at the large group for a moment before sighing. “You’re lucky today’s caravan is camping outside,” she says. “180 for regular beds, 360 for soft beds. If you want dinner too, it’s double for regular and 540 for soft beds.”

“Regular beds, no dinner. I can use the cooking counter inside, right?” At the innkeeper’s nod, she taps the slab at her waist and pays with a handful of rupees that materialize in her other hand, ignoring the heroes’ protests. “Pay me back later if you’re so hung up over it,” she says, firmly herding them over to the inn’s baths.

“So, not the little sister you hoped for, huh?” Four teases, sinking into the bathwater. The baths are big enough that a few can go in at once, and they’re all tired enough to forego the usual turns. The warm water feels nice against muscles aching after an eventful day, and Wind blows a few bubbles under the surface. The only thing nicer than this is the hot springs Twilight brought them to a few portals ago. “Guess she’s pretty nice.”

“You seem taken in by her,” Warriors adds, sliding in to join them. He rolls his shoulders and sighs as he settles in, tipping his head back. His eyes close even as he continues talking. “Shouldn’t get on my case of having manners when you’re trailing after her like a puppy—HEY.”

Wind ducks back under the water to avoid the revenge splash. Being wet by choice is infinitely better than being wet by attack.

“It’s not my fault she’s cool and you’re lame,” he proclaims once he comes back up. “Besides, no one was really talking to her much, you can’t blame me for wanting to not be a stranger. We’re supposed to be companions! Traveling together across time and space!”

Four frowns at that. “Mm… yeah, I kinda hung back today. I wanted to get a better feel for her, I guess, but you’re right. We’re stuck with each other anyway. ’ll try to engage her more later then.”

A banging against the bathroom door startles them all. “Hurry up!” Twilight calls out. “Dinner’s going to be ready soon!”

They get out and dressed awfully quick after that.

Link didn’t leave the house expecting to feed a small horde of heroes, but he’ll make do. It’s lucky that he’s a bit of a hoarder; he might’ve gone overboard with the proportions, but travellers are always hungry, young warriors even more so. “Give it 15, 20 more minutes to simmer,” he tells one of them (Cloud? Sun? Something to do with sky, he thinks) and goes to take his own bath.

Once he’s clean and in the water, he slumps, letting out a long groan. Idiot. He’s an absolute idiot. Tried to kill his ancestors, past incarnations, however this hero spirit thing worked—who does that other than idiots?

At least it’s not unusual, he reminds himself. The wolf pelt guy said Lore (Myth? He really should remember actual names instead of vaguely remembering concepts) had also tried stabbing their group the first meeting, so Link’s not alone in this.

Oh goddesses. Is he gonna have to get a weird nickname now? Mushroom the Hylian champion? Century-old Failure? Ser Shrine Dude?

The old tunic and leggings he slips on look decent enough. Kachuu doesn’t spare him a glance, already used to the apparent presentation change. “Oh, it’s you!” the smallest one exclaims mutedly at the sight of him. His name’s a number or something, but Link has just been calling him Colors for his odd tunic. “Sorry, miss, thought you were another traveller.”

Link pauses. “Miss,” still? That’s new; usually people stopped using feminine words for him once they saw him out of traditional women’s clothing. Maybe he’s being considerate, not wanting Link to be seen as some sort of perverted imposter where they may be overheard.

(Oh, how he’ll come to regret that moment. Would’ve spared him a whole lot of trouble if he’d just corrected Four in the first place.)

“No need for ‘miss’, Link is fine,” is all he says, before he frowns. “Ah. This is where I get a nickname of some sort, isn’t it…”

The one watching the soup laughs. Cloud or whatever, though Sun certainly seems like it’ll fit better with the easy way he smiles. “No need to look so apprehensive! It’s just taken from your hero name. If you don’t already know yours, we can ask the sword.”

“We can settle that later,” Thyme (Time? It’s one or the other) cuts in. “Let’s eat before the soup burns.”

Much to Link’s delight, the creamy heart soup is a smash hit. There’s excited chatter as they all dig in, more than a few compliments thrown his way. It’s only because he ladled the portions ahead of time that he has enough to share with Kachuu and Shaillu.

“None of us are really good at cooking,” Hyrule (he remembers this one, because it’s pretty hard to mess up the name of the kingdom) says to him. “We can get by, but, uh, well…”

“Hyrule’s the worst of us,” Four (Link got a proper introduction a few minutes ago) tells with a conspiratorial smile. Hyrule’s ears turn red as he laughs guiltily. “He could probably burn water if he tried.”

Lore-or-maybe-Myth scoffs. “Bold words from someone who fed us all burnt rocks last week.”

“Hey! I was distracted by the frogs you let Wind put in my bedroll!”

Hylia, may She ever watch over him, has sent Link comedians as ancestral spirits. He can’t help but giggle at the thought of serious-looking Four burning dinner because he was too busy trying to catch frogs from his pack.

Dinner goes mostly along those lines, a few heroes talking to him at a time. After he accidentally referred to Sky as Cloud, they’d all taken the chance to introduce themselves to him properly. Wind is probably his favorite, first to reach out and eager to laugh. He just about begs Link for a story, which soon is to Twilight’s consternation.

“How do you set a bear on fire and think riding it is a good idea?” he keeps asking. Maybe this is a sign Link will fit right in, the funnyman to Twilight’s straightman in this comedy act. The story was rocky to get out at first, mostly because Wind didn’t know what a bear was, but it’s fun seeing the boy light up with excitement.

It’s only after cleaning up that Sky approaches him again with intent in his expression, Master Sword in hand. Shaillu had left ages ago, and Kachuu bid them goodnight as she retired for the night, entrusting Link to keep any damage away from the inn. He keeps his tone soft, but there’s something welcoming in his direct gaze. “I believe you may have some questions?”

Many. He didn’t bother asking when they were on the road, travellers walking past at any given moment, but it’s quiet and secluded in the inn. Most are content to camp outside where setting up shop is easiest, and Link knows after having spent many nights here that none of the Gerudo here are the type to pry. First one: “Who is the spirit of the sword?”

That’s how the rest of the night goes. Link learns of Fi, listens to the heroes’ retelling of their joined adventure thus far, laughs at the easy banter and jibbing made when dark memories become too heavy. The longer he sits there, the more comfortable he feels.

The Master Sword—Fi—she had spoken only the bare minimum, just enough for a frantic Link to calm down and extend some trust. Incarnations of the same spirit, she’d said. Comrades pulled from other worlds, lands past, by Hylia’s hand. Have faith, champion.

Something in his heart had tugged at him to believe her, but this… It’s almost unsettling how easily he falls in with them. Already they feel like fast friends, a few still a little reserved but all quick to allow him into their circle.

“So,” Four says, drawing Link’s attention out of his thoughts. He blinks and finds eight pairs of eyes on him. “Do you know your hero title?”

At least he doesn’t have to go by Mushroom. The alternative isn’t much better, though. “I’m not sure, but the Sheikah monks called me the Hylian Champion.”

“‘Hyrule’ is already taken,” Legend muses. “Champion?”

It’s a word commonly applied to him, but Link’s nose wrinkles all the same. Champion, like Mipha, Daruk, Revali, Urbosa—no, it doesn’t sit well with him. He may have been one, but it is a title of an age long dead. There are few who refer to him as the Champion still, and they’re all old guard. Anyone else who tries gets a gentle correction: he isn’t the champion, not any longer. Just a traveller, or Zelda’s knight if the situation calls for it.

His distaste isn’t subtle enough to go unnoticed, but thankfully no one asks. “I can ask Fi, just to check, and you can decide a different name if you want,” Sky reassures, sending him a rueful grin. “I got called Chosen Hero, and I didn’t like it at all. I was about to cry in relief when the others settled on Sky for me.”

“Chosen Hero!” repeats Link in disbelief. “That’s a heavy title you bear. Sky fits you much better, I’m glad.”

“The same goes for Hylian Champion.” Hyrule speaks softly, as if to himself, and he flushes when the others turn to look at him. “You seem more lively than where the burdens of a kingdom lie, is all.”

“Yeah!” Wind pipes up, saving him from the sudden attention. He winks at Hyrule, and Link can’t help but feel endeared at the obvious care they hold for each other. “Man, when we get back to my world, Tetra’s gonna love you! She’s always a sucker for good stories, and you act them out and everything. I’m pretty sure you’re older too, and she and Aryll wanted an older sister so it’ll be great!”

Older sister. A nagging suspicion begins to bloom, but before he can even begin to consider examining it, Sky interrupts.

“Got it!” He looks so pleased Link immediately forgets his thoughts. “Hero of the Wild. Wild, then. Does that work for you?”

Wild. Link rolls the name on his tongue. Wild rolls the name on his tongue and nods. Grins at the faces grinning right back.

It fits perfectly.

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mylovelies-docx · 4 years ago

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Kid Krow - Checkmate

Chapter 3!

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Chapter warnings: A little angsty, mentions of anxiety and medications.

Word count: 1.7k (a little shorter than the others)

*You let some things slip to Poe that you never meant to be said out loud.

You were trying to determine if having Zorii as your friend was better or worse in relation to Poe. On one hand, you loved her as if she were the sister you never had and knew that she was a decent person, if only a little morally ambiguous like the rest of you; on the other hand, you had no one to confide in about your feelings for Poe, since, you know, they were together and all.

Sure, you were friends with Zalos, Mille, and Arle, but they weren’t your friend friends. You weren’t close enough to them emotionally to spill your secrets. You all got along great, but you knew you would never be best friends with any of them.

You considered Kes Dameron a friend since he had known since you were young, but you could not go into the gritty details of your desire for Poe with him. Gross. He was the only father-figure you had ever known, so you weren’t going to ruin it by embarrassing yourself like that.

Poe...Poe had been your best - and only - friend for the last decade and a half until Zorii was added into the folds of your heart. You three got along great and used to do everything together. You still went out with them occasionally, but felt superfluous and a bit queasy watching them together. You would always enjoy their company, but when Poe started getting handsy and showering her with affections, you always made an excuse to run away.

You were getting quite good at running away.

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“Hey, (Y/N)! Do you want to-”

“Nope, sorry! Zorii and I are havin’ a girls’ night.”

***

“Princess! Let’s go-”

“Can’t. I’m almost finished with this story!”

***

“Come see this musician with me-”

“Sorry, Poe. I need to scour the corrosion from the capacitors.”

***

“(Y/N), why don’t we-”

“I’m a little busy at the moment, Poe!”

***

“Princess, can we-”

“Look, Poe, I’m almost-”

“No, (Y/N)!” Poe exclaimed, stopping you as you were trying to run by him with a greased wrench in your hands.

You stopped to stare at him. You could only run away for so long until Poe caught up.

“You’ve been avoiding me for days now -- what gives? You didn’t even do this after-” Poe begins, but you cut him off before he could mention the incident.

“I know!” you interject, clutching the wrench tighter so that it wouldn’t slide through your fingers and land on your foot. Again. “I’ve just been a little busy lately. You know how badly this ship needs a tune up before our next run.”

It wasn’t exactly a lie, but you also didn’t need to replace and re-grease every cog and gear in the galley. But you needed something to do that wasn’t pining over Poe, and this was the next best thing to finding a random person in a cantina.

“Yeah, I know. But you have always made time for me...At least, you used to.” Poe looked wounded, his eyes downturned and mouth in a straight line. You hated to see that look on his face, but what else was there to do? It was getting harder and harder to keep your promise as time went by.

You took a deep breath and tried to think of the best way to explain yourself. You couldn’t exactly tell him that you were failing spectacularly, despite how hard you were trying. Every time you were around each other, it got harder to breathe knowing how he felt about you.

Or, rather, didn’t feel about you.

But you weren't going to burden him again with your feelings, so you had to find an excuse that sounded half-way believable.

“I’ll always make time for you, Poe. I just… haven’t been feelin’ like myself these last few days.”

Which wasn’t a lie. Your mind had been a scrambling mess; unable to focus on anything for longer than a few moments sometimes, and then at others, so hyper focused that you couldn’t think of anything else. You had stopped taking your SSRIs a few days ago, and you were spiralling.

“Do you need help? What can I do?” Poe pried the wrench from your hands and placed it out of the way. He grabbed your upper arms and started massaging your tight muscles. He had done it so many times before that he knew just where to knead.

“Hmm…” you hummed in content and leaned your head onto his warm chest. “This is perfect, Poe,” you whimpered into him.

“Did you stop taking your meds again?” came his quiet voice.

You didn’t respond. That gave him the answer he needed.

“Sweetheart…” he chastised softly.

“I know. I just thought I’d try it again to see if I was gettin’ better,” you admitted. You had been feeling… not great, but alright lately, so you wanted to see if you could manage your anxiety on your own without the meds or Poe. You should have known that the middle of a crisis was not the time to stop cold.

“Come on,” Poe said, pulling away from you and grabbing your hands, “we’re going to bed. I know you don’t sleep when you’re like this.”

He was right that you hadn’t been sleeping, and you were absolutely exhausted now that he mentioned it. He tugged you along and you followed obediently, anticipating the warmth of Poe lying next to you for the first time since… that night.

You got to your quarters before remembering that you were covered in grease and sweat.

“Poe, I need to wash off,” you whined, turning around and trying to walk back into the hall towards the ‘fresher, regardless of how badly you wanted to lie down. Ever since Leena Issard’s comment all those years ago, you took every opportunity there was to get under water and wash yourself free of the smell you were convinced still clung to you.

Poe wouldn’t allow it, your entwined hands jerking you back into him. He had found your stash of sleep aids and placed one in your mouth, forcing you to dry swallow since you didn’t have a drink in your room.

“Not now, princess. You need to lie down,” Poe coaxed. He placed himself underneath the mountain of blankets on your cot, spreading out on his back and leaving a space for you to cuddle up with him. You sank down gratefully, your face in his neck and his strong arms around you, holding you close.

Maker, how you had missed this; missed this closeness and intimacy with Poe. You both had been spending so much time with other people -- he with Zorii, and you with anybody that wasn’t Poe -- that you had forgotten what it felt like to be in his arms.

Your breaths started to slow and your sore muscles were relaxing after days of tension. The excess adrenaline in your system was fading, replaced by the meds and dopamine that Poe was so good at making your brain produce.

“That’s it,” he cooed, running one hand over your head and smoothing down your frazzled hair.

You both stayed like that for quite a while. You felt peaceful, warmth suffusing from the top of your head and down to the tips of your toes. Being with Poe like this always made you feel good and was one of the main reasons you had fallen so hard for him.

“You know you could have come to me,” Poe whispered, one hand still in your hair and the other rubbing soothingly along your back.

You were in the hazy state between wakefulness and sleep where nothing was real, causing your mouth to open before your brain could realize what was about to come out.

“You did some damage, so I’m makin’ you pay,” you muttered into his chest, so close to falling asleep that consequences didn’t exist.

You felt him stiffen beneath your fingers, which were fisted tightly in his shirt. The action didn’t register fully in your mind, causing you to be unaware of just how badly you had messed up.

“What?”

“I’ve gotten tired of the games that you play. When you tell me you love me then you throw me away. It hurts. And I thought the others could help me forget you, but there’s no forgettin’ you, Poe.”

“(Y/N)...” Poe started to move out from underneath you, but you held on fast, refusing to let him put distance between you. “(Y/N), what are you saying? You know I wouldn’t do that.”

“You might not realize it, but I do. I do…” Your eyes were closed and it didn’t feel like you were present in your own body. It just felt so good to be like this with Poe.

Why didn’t he feel the same way?

“I’ve never said I loved you, (Y/N),” Poe whispered, desperate to understand what your clouded mind was trying to say.

“Nooo,” you slurred, “you’ve never said it verbally, but you’ve shown me. Like when we’re around the fires? And you’re holdin’ me? I feel it then.” You were grinning into him upon recalling those nights, unaware that he was watching you with something like horror coming over his face.

“Princess, I don’t know what to say,” Poe cried out softly. “I wouldn’t have done that if I had known.”

“Princess,” you echoed him, the rest of his statement lost to the circulated air of your quarters, “that’s another way you tell me you love me.”

“Maker, (Y/N), why didn’t you ever tell me?” Poe was barely breathing under you. He felt so trapped and was desperate to get away.

“Because I just wanted to pretend you loved me, too.”

Your hands had gone lax against his chest and your head lolled to the side. Poe took this opportunity to slide off of the cot and start pacing the room. You cried softly out to him, making pathetically weak grasping motions in his direction, but he didn’t return to you.

“I’m sorry, (Y/N),” he begged off, his hands fisting in his hair so hard he was liable to pull out chunks.

He paced the length of your room once more and hurried to the door, not even pausing to look back at you.

In the time it had taken for him to stand up and make his way out, you had fallen asleep, memories of this conversation already forgotten.

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bibislut · 4 years ago

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A Girl Walks Into A Tower

After finding out her best friend is actually Spider Man, Leena's whole world changes. Enter: a meddlesome billionaire, some flirty super soldiers, and one (1) stubborn God of Mischief. Throw in a real need for better communication, a game of spin the bottle and a whole load of banter - and you'll have yourself a real good time at Stark Tower.

Also known as Loki is hella sexy, hella moody and really freakin' stubborn. Featuring: Peter Parker being the cutest, Sam Wilson being a cheeky bitch and a little bit of being a bad ass on the reader's part.

This work has explicit language, sexual content and some mentions of blood / violence, so please take this into consideration before reading!

Word Count: 19,260

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Chapter 1

You couldn't help but close your eyes as you took the stairs up to your apartment by memory. You'd lived here for nearly a decade now, and the 9 flights' every creak and whine were ingrained in your memory by now, and the 10 hour shift you'd just done could be felt in every muscle: you couldn't help but rest your eyes for a moment.

You finally reached your landing and opened your eyes only to find Peter Parker dozing against your door frame, dried blood staining his skin from his hairline to his eye. The seventeen year old often came to you for a stitch up, not wanting to frighten his Aunt with his injuries. You frowned down at his snoring form and hitched your bag better on your shoulder, crouching down to place your hand on his cheek. "Peter." you whispered, not wanting to startle him. The teenager opened his eyes with a dopey smile.

"Hey, Lele."

"Hey idiot, let's get you inside." You couldn't help but return his warm smile as he shrugged off your attempt to help him up - you always forgot how strong he was. You pulled your keys from out of your pocket and opened the door. Dropping your bag to the floor, you flicked on the lights and shut the door behind Peter, watching him limp to your kitchen table.

"What happened this time?" you asked as you rolled up your sleeves and washed your hands. You reached for a flannel from the bottom drawer and ran it under the hot water.

"Just some kids from school."

Even though you couldn't see his face, you knew the teenager would be picking at his lips like he did every time he lied. You knew he'd never tell you what really went on before he turned up to your apartment - he never did. You rung out the cloth.

"I swear to God Peter, if I come home one day to find you dead on my doorstep, I will resurrect you just to kill you myself." You couldn't help the motherly tone that clipped your words, despite only having a few years on the boy. Peter winced both at your words and at the pressure you applied as you wiped away the blood. As you cleaned the wound, you were relieved to see that it wouldn't need stitches, but there was a good chance it would scar. You frowned.

"I know, I know! I'm sorry Leena..." He surged forwards to wrap you in a tight hug and you sighed into his hair. You'd known him since he was 6 and you were practically family now. His uncle and your dad had died the same year, your mom joining them a few years ago. You'd always looked after each other, silently vowing protection over the other with each funeral attended. A loud banging at the door pulled you both apart, and you looked at each other in silence as you went to the drawers and pulled out your handgun, Peter walking into the shadows as was protocol (though you had never had to follow it before).

You were a good shot, but Peter was much more quiet and agile - a surprise attack suited him well. You don't know when you'd both become so jumpy, perhaps it was when Aliens began ransacking the city in 2012, or when the murders on the news became more frequent, or when... It didn't really matter. The world was a shit storm, and you'd let hell freeze over before you let anyone you loved get hurt because you weren't prepared.

You looked through the peephole to see someone you most certainly would not have expected. You turned to whisper to the shadows where you knew Peter was. "It's Tony Stark!" Peter emerged quickly, pushing you out of the way to unlatch the door, leaving you gaping like a fish.

"Hey, Mr Stark!" He threw himself at the billionaire, wrapping his arms around him. The businessman-turned-superhero patted the boy's back. The dirt that covered Peter smeared across the obviously expensive navy suit, but neither seemed to care.

"Good to see you alive, kid. Friday said you had some injuries and when I looked on your suit tracker you weren't in your apartment." He pulled Peter back to stare at him sternly. "Care to explain?" You looked at the two of them in shock. Since when had Peter met Tony Stark? And since when had they become so obviously close? The worry etched across the philanthropist's face certainly seemed genuine enough.

Peter turned to look at you anxiously. "I was with Leena, I stopped a robbery a couple blocks away, but they must have got me because I was bleeding, so I came here. She does a great job of cleaning me up, and I didn't want to scare Aunt May, you know how she wo-" he babbled, looking between the two of you, but stopped as Tony made a 'zip it' motion. You frowned at Peter's words; since when did he stop robberies? You put the gun you forgot you had been holding in the waist pants of your jeans and stepped forwards, offering your hand, which was far steadier than you expected.

"I'm Leena, I've known Peter since we were kids."

Tony shakes your hand firmly. "Nice to meet you, Tony Stark." You look between the two of them as awkward silence begins to fill the air. You turn to gesture towards your apartment.

"Would you like to come in?" That was what you were supposed to do, right? Offer hospitality? You shook your head quickly to yourself. What the hell was going on?

You lead the way for the two guys, but put a hand on Peter's chest. "Go wash your hands before I catch you putting dirt in the wound I just cleaned." He offers you a salute as he turns down the corridor.

You make your way back to the kitchen to find Mr Stark lounging at the table in the spot where Peter had sat. "Tea or Coffee?" you ask. You wonder for a moment if the month old dollar brew in your cupboard is even worth offering.

"Coffee, black, one sugar." He offers you a thankful smile. You turn around and pull out three mugs, one tea, one coffee and one hot chocolate for Peter. "I bet cleaning up Mr Friendly-Neighborhood-Spider-Boy gets a bit tiring." The billionaire offers as a replacement for the silence. You stiffen, turning to stare at him.

"What?"

He curses under his breath “He didn't tell you?" The business mogul suddenly looks panicked - a glaring contrast to the confident man you'd seen on TV.

You snap your neck to look at the now-frozen Peter Parker standing in the doorway, a sheepish smile on his face.

"What the flying fuck, Peter?!"

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You woke the next day at noon, not as rested as you'd hoped after you'd spent most of last night arguing with Peter. You had to admit you were proud of him, and it did make a lot of sense now that you thought about it. His constant 'fights at school', how light on his feet he was, how agile, how strong he was. You were kind of pissed that you hadn't figured it out before to be honest. You had had a hard time believing it all, but once Peter pulled his suit from his stash behind the couch, you didn't really have a choice but to accept the truth. Tony Stark had also been quite nice to talk to, and the way he treated Peter as his own was so great to see. He'd always needed a father figure. Tony had watched the two of you with rapt interest, seemingly pleased to meet someone so close to Peter. After a while Peter fell asleep on the couch, his head on your shoulder and you and Tony had mouthed your goodbyes. He'd woken up about an hour later and you gave him a hug as he climbed through your window to sneak back to his own apartment.

You sat up and stretched, stifling a yawn as you padded down the hall to the kitchen. A big yellow envelope hung from your letter box and you grabbed it curiously.

EVICTION NOTICE!

"Shit!" You cursed loudly, tearing it open. You knew the landlord was a slimy bastard, but you couldn't believe he was kicking you out. He was a selfish layabout and owned a few of the apartments in the building, yours being the nicest and largest. Knowing him, he probably wanted it so he could move in with his new girlfriend. Of course, he didn't say that in the notice, only that you had two weeks to pack your things and go.

*****

You'd spent the whole day at work lost in your thoughts, barely noticing the caffeine crazed customers around you.You didn't have enough saved to move anywhere decent, yet alone pay the first month's rent upfront as most landlords wanted. You couldn't move in with family - they were all dead or on the other side of the country. You didn't really have any close friends, only your work colleagues. That left Peter's place - but you knew they didn't have a spare room and you certainly couldn't squish everything you had into their living room.

You were still racking your brains by the time the last customer left the coffee shop at 9.55PM, and you hurried to wash their cup and sweep up, locking up and leaving. You trudged through the bitter cold of late-October the five blocks back to your building, bumping into the spider-boy himself in the foyer. You began walking up the stairs together, but found Peter frowning at you as you realized he'd asked you a question. You blinked at him.

"What?"

"You alright Lele? You seem distracted."

You pushed your hair out of your face with a grimace. "I'm being evicted."

It was Peter's turn to blink at you. "What?"

"That bozo, Ethan, is kicking me out." You tried to keep the childlike petulance out of your voice but failed miserably.

"Oh, shit. What are you gonna do?" You hated to be the reason for Peter's worried expression.

"I don't know. I'll figure something out though Pete, I always do." You kissed him on the cheek and patted him on the arm as you reached your perspective doors. "Goodnight, Pete."

Friday was usually games night, but he seemed to understand your lack of excitement without you having to explain. You threw him a grateful look and went your separate ways.

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evengayerpanic · 4 years ago

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Halloween Decor [Spookstober]

Day 7 of 13 Days of Spookstober: Warehouse 13.

It's the first Halloween that there hasn't been an artifact on the loose and Myka is determined to decorate the B&B completely for Trick or Treaters, if only she could get H.G. and Claudia to stop interfering.

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“What if we set it up so that the skeleton lights on fire when the kids come up the sidewalk?” Claudia grinned from ear to ear, turning her notebook towards H.G. to show the older woman the mock prototypes she had roughly sketched out.

The smile on Helena’s face lit up excitedly. “With some pyrotechnics, we could make it a real show!”

“I know where we can find some leftover fireworks!”

“I could tether them to the house wiring, all we’d have to do is flick the light on the porch and it’d go off!”

“We could rig them to the skeleton as well so that it looks like the smoke show is coming from him, it’ll be completely rad and absolutely terrifying!”

“I’ll start on the bluepri-”

An expectant cough cut Helena off from speaking, and had the two glancing behind them and over at Myka, who looked less than amused by their elaborate Halloween decor brainstorming.

“We are not setting the house on fire.” She was firm, her voice authoritative and just slightly mothering as she glared at the two. “No discussion, not happening.”

“But Myka-”

“No!” The brunette woman glared between her girlfriend and surrogate sister. “Do you remember when you two exploded the Christmas Tree?”

Claudia let out a small laugh at the memory, or more specifically, the look on Myka’s face when their small artificial tree shot six feet into the air and combusted, causing everyone around it to have to duck for cover.

Her laugh was quickly cut off by an elbow to the stomach by Helena, who at least had the decency to look somewhat sorry by the event. “We calculated our nitrous wrong, it was only supposed to sparkle, be a real Christmas miracle, right Claudia?”

Catching on to the writer’s words, Claudia nodded quickly in agreement. “We won’t make that mistake again, Mykes, we promise we will be extra careful.”

Myka looked between Helena and Claudia, both of them flashing her pouty lips and clear wishful thinking. “You won’t make that mistake again-”

They both began to smile, looking hopeful.

“Because you are not setting the house on fire.”

“Aw come on Myka!” Claudia groaned.

“Please, darling?” Helena begged.

With a final shake of her head, Myka had made her decision, choosing instead to pass a box of decorations behind her to the two of them, over listening to their pleas for her to reconsider their idea.

“Enough, make yourselves useful and start sorting.” Myka smirked as she turned back for another box.

“All this stuff is lame though, there’s nothing scary!” Claudia huffed under her breath as she pulled out some cartoon-ish ghosts and a playful-looking Frankenstein head that was made for a door.

“I must agree with Claudia dear, isn’t Halloween for spooks and ghouls?” Helena complained as she pulled out a colourful witches hat and shoes.

“Trick or Treating is for little kids, okay, we’re not going to scare the hell out of a bunch of small children with whatever you two had planned... Got it?”

“Aww, no fair.” Came the groan in unison.

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The very next day as Myka hung a few pleasant looking ghosts around the front yard of Leena’s Bed and Breakfast, she let out a gasp as her hand came in contact with a cold red liquid spurting from one of the ghost decorations, specifically from a large wound in it’s head.

Catching her breath, Myka jumped down from the ladder and let out an angry yell. “Claudia Donavan! Helena Grace Wells! Come here, now!”

Laughing, the two girls appeared from behind one of the other trees that Myka had decorated, high-fiving until they saw the angry look on Myka’s face.

“We are NOT making our house some sort of freak fest, got it? It’s our first Halloween where we aren’t chasing after an artifact, and I would sort of like to see some adorable young kids in cute costumes...” The two had enough shame to look thoroughly chastised, nodding as she yelled. “Do I make myself clear?!”

“It was a really good set-up...” Claudia mumbled taking the bloodied ghost and walking away with it.

The attempts to get some scary decorations into and outside of the Bed and Breakfast didn’t end there though, no matter what the women had agreed to.

An hour later as Myka was setting up cute pumpkin lights along their front walkway, she nearly knocked herself out, getting shocked as the light emitted a tiny electric storm inside the glass bulb. Helena admitted that she may have gone slightly overboard.

Three hours after that, she let out a scream as the pumpkin she was setting out on the front stoop starting spilling out dozens of fake but actually moving robotic spiders. Claudia was the one who came running out of the house, gathering up ‘her precious babies’ before Myka could trample them.

Myka had almost had enough when she came across the Michael Myers doll in the basement of the B & B.

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“Claudia, Helena, that is it, that’s enough!” She let out a shriek, watching the life-size collectible sit in a chair menacingly, eyes not leaving it until she heard the clatter coming down the stairs and fast approaching.

The two troublemakers skidded into the room, joint expressions of worry worn across their lips as they rushed to her side quickly.

“What is it, Darling?”

“What did we do now, Mykes?”

“This...” Myka trembled, pointing a finger at the being in the corner just past their noses. “This is enough. I asked the two of you for a nice happy, cheerful Halloween and you give me this?”

The two stopped speaking immediately, freezing to stare at the stunning replica that leered in the corner.

“Claudia?” Helena asked, her question unspoken but immediately understood by her young protege.

“Wasn’t me... Helena?”

“Heavens no.”

“Uhhh, Myka... That isn’t our work, that’s, that’s something else entirely.” Claudia’s whisper was frantic, worried. If it wasn’t their work, then what?

Myka rolled her eyes. “Don’t be ridiculous, I’m not falling for that... You two have been trying to get me for the past two days.” She crossed her arms over her chest, turning her back to the life-sized Michael Myers. “I’m not falling for it.”

“Uhhh, Myka...” Claudia warned, her eyes widening as the previously thought to be life-sized decoration, shakily got to it’s feet and took a step towards them.

“Myka... Myka...” Helena whispered, her own heart clenching fearfully as it lumbered threateningly closer to them.

“I’m not going to fall for it-” Myka was cut off by the sound of a loud groan, and the unmistakable shuffle of footsteps behind her as the Michael Myers lunged.

It was then that Claudia screamed, her voice uncharacteristically high pitched. “RUN!”

Claudia and Helena took off out of the basement as fast as they could, the power of fight or flight kicking in and both of them choosing flight. As they sprinted, they both shared possibilities for the lumbering beast Michael Myers that stalked them.

"Carpenter’s Camera! Puts people inside of his movies?”

“Nicotero’s brush? Makes creatures come to life!”

“What about the dream carousel, spin it once and you receive your greatest dreams, spin it twice and you live with nightmares? Myka, didn’t we bag and tag that last month...” Claudia froze as only silence responded back to her.

“Myka? MYKA!”

Helena stopped running at that moment, grabbing Claudia quickly to stop her from running as well. “We need to go back for her, what if she was caught?”

“What if we get caught?” Claudia argued, though secretly she knew that she wasn’t about to leave her bestfriend behind, no matter how scared she was.

“She’s the love of my life, Claudia...”

“Alright, let’s go.”

The two retraced their steps to the basement, hearts pounding in their chest and ears perked up ready to hear all manner of horrifying sounds.

What sound they didn’t expect, was laughter.

Peering their head down the stairs, Claudia let out an angry yell. “PETE!” She screeched, practically flying down the stairs to attack her male bestfriend the moment that she saw him pull the Michael Myers mask off.

“Myka!” Helena yelped, flying down the stairs as well to gather her lover in her arms, stopping only once she realized that the brunette was also grinning.

“What’s going on?” Claudia voiced angrily.

“We got you!” It was Helena’s turn to let out a screech of anger as her girlfriend proudly proclaimed her victory.

Helena stepped back from Myka like she had been slapped, her cheeks growing bright red. “We thought you were hurt, that you had been killed!”

Claudia also looked red and upset, her heart still pounding in her chest from the adrenaline. “What happened to not scaring anyone for Halloween!”

“I never said that.” Myka explained, wrapping an arm around the still trembling Helena, the smile on her face infuriating both Inventor’s incessantly. “I said I didn’t want to scare the little kids... Scaring two big overgrown kids is a bit more fun.”

Claudia pouted, smacking Pete in the arm once she realized that the two of them had plotted against her. “That’s not fair, you both are mean!” Still she couldn’t help the small smile growing on her, relief filling her as she realized that they all were safe.

Myka mirrored her smile, shrugging her shoulders.

“Next time you’ll learn not to mess with me.”

#warehouse 13 #13 days of spookstober #fanfiction #fanfic idea #bering and wells #wells and bering #myka bering #helena g wells #pete lattimer #claudia donovan

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mercerislandbooks · 4 years ago

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October Grab Bag

We’re in the last three months of the year. I’ve noticed the light changing and the leaves falling and all I want to do is read books that make me happy. Here’s a collection of books that have been a pleasure to read!

Happiness for Beginners by Katherine Center

This is a reissue of an earlier Katherine Center title after the success of her last three books, How to Walk Away, Things You Save In a Fire, and What You Wish For. Sometimes in earlier books you can tell that an author hasn’t quite hit their stride yet, but I found Happiness for Beginners a totally satisfying reading experience. And her protagonist, Helen, though recovering from a divorce, wasn’t paralyzed in the hospital or suffering from seizures, so she is already starting ahead. Helen signs up for a wilderness survival course in the backcountry of Wyoming in an attempt to find herself again a year after divorcing her husband. Never mind that the course she’s chosen to do is regularly reviewed as being dangerous and the participants prone to injury. Or that her brother’s friend, Jake, has also enrolled in the same course. Or that when Helen actually gets there she realizes she’s the oldest person on the program. Helen is determined to make the most of her experience and no matter how much she struggles to find her footing, sometimes literally, she keeps going. Even though there’s a delicious thread of romance throughout, what I enjoyed just as much was how Helen is brave enough to keep uncovering and admitting to herself who she is and what she wants. For anyone who wants a truly happy read, the clue is in the title.

The Switch by Beth O’Leary

I listened to the audiobook of this from Libro.fm in the middle of our two weeks of smoke, staying inside with the windows closed, knitting and glued to the speaker. It was a very good distraction. I’m sure reading the paper book would be just as good, but I loved that there were separate narrators for the two main characters, Eileen and Leena. Eileen is an eighty year old woman, newly single, living in a Yorkshire village and longing for a new beginning. Leena is her granddaughter, living in London and struggling after a grief-filled year. They decide to switch living situations for 6 weeks, giving Eileen a chance to try dating in London and living with Leena’s flat mates, while Leena moves to her grandmother’s cottage and looks after Eileen’s “little projects”, like walking a neighbor’s large and energetic puppy and participating in the Neighborhood Watch meetings. Neither Eileen nor Leena are comfortable sitting still, so they both throw themselves into their new situations. I loved how both Eileen and Leena were able to find people to help and be helped by, proving that it’s important to have a variety of ages in any circle of friends. From Eileen playing matchmaker to Leena’s best friend, to Leena befriending Eileen’s crotchety next door neighbor, to antics at the village May Day festival, this was a delight from beginning to end.

The Faithless Hawk by Margaret Owens

This was another audiobook “read” and one I was very excited to get to, because it’s the sequel to The Merciful Crow, a YA fantasy I had read and loved last year. What I didn’t know going in is that The Faithless Hawk is book two of a duology, which means, for those of you who have been burned by long fantasy series before, this is an entirely manageable, and now complete, series. I read a lot of fantasy because I like it, but I do recognize that much of it falls into similar lines. It’s a lovely surprise to be put in a world that feels so fresh and well designed that I’m reminded of what the best of fantasy can be. This world has a highly divided caste system, where the dregs of the society are the Crows, the ones who have been designated to deal with the victims of plague, and forced to wander the roads. Fie is the young chief in waiting of her band of Crows, and at the start of The Merciful Crow, they are called to the palace to deal with a prince supposedly dying of the plague. But things are not what they seem (are they ever?) and before she knows it, Fie and her band are on the run, dragging a royal runaway with them. Listening to the second half of Fie’s journey, I constantly thought how is she going to survive this impossible situation? Local author Margaret Owens crafted an action-packed and extremely clever plot and I listened in my car and on my lunch breaks to find out what happened next. Fair warning, it could be gruesome at times, which I find an audiobook heightens. Her commentary on social divisions and the investment of those in power to keep their power by any means necessary was spot on. By the end all I could do was stand back and smile at the way she pulled it all together. I highly recommend it for any fantasy lovers.

Hench by Natalie Zina Walschots

My most recent read of the bunch, I finished this the other morning. Kelleen, and then Nancy Shawn, recommended it to me, with Kelleen warning me that there were some parts that might be a little much. There were parts I had to skim read, the end especially, but overall it was so compelling I couldn’t put it down. Featured in this month’s Indie Next, Hench is about Anna, a temp worker, a “Hench”, for villains. Though generally, and happily, hired to do data entry, her most recent placement ends up resulting in a disastrous encounter with a so-called hero. Anna is dismissed as being collateral damage and left to a slow recovery and a simmering rage. As she digs into the true cost heroes cause the world, her work catches the attention of a shadowy super villain. Anna’s voice is dry and pragmatic, but also engaging and authentic. Several plot twists kept me guessing at the story’s ultimate direction and the last line is absolutely perfect. This is for anyone interested in a dark take on a world with heroes and villains, with a side of office politics.

Bonus Pick: Tuesday Mooney Talks to Ghosts by Kate Racculia

Now in paperback! Kelleen and I both loved this. When an eccentric and Edgar Allan Poe obsessed billionaire dies, his will is published in the paper, promising an inheritance to anyone who can untangled his clues. The writing is fantastic and the characters are beautifully layered. This would be a perfect October read.

I hope one (or more) of these fantastic books finds their way into your hands. Happy October reading!

-- Lori

#island books #october reading #katherine center #happiness for beginners #beth o'leary #the switch #margaret owen #the merciful crow #the faithless hawk #natalia zina walschots #hench #kate racculia #tuesday mooney talks to ghosts

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spaceprimcessleia · 5 years ago

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Sparks in the Night

Here is my Bering and Wells exchange gift for @pers-books some angst with fluff and sweetness to round it off.

AU- ‘real world’. The gang work together in an antique themed cafe where Helena is a regular customer and Myka’s girlfriend.

Hope you enjoy!

Myka stands shivering on the doorstep for a long time before she has the courage to knock. It’s Christmas, she tells herself. You can’t just go barging in on Christmas. But she doesn’t have anywhere else to go, and snow is falling onto her shoulders, melting right through the knitted sweater she’s wearing.

Helena answers with a mug of something hot in her hand. Her curiosity turns to surprise and then alarm; she reaches out with her free hand and drags her into the house like she’s just caught her making out with her boyfriend on the porch. “Myka! You’ll catch your death.”

As soon as they are inside, she throws the door shut. Without another word she steers her into the lounge and gently pushes her onto the couch. A moment later there’s a soft weight on her shoulders and Myka grabs the edges of the blanket gratefully and draws them around her shoulders. She’s thinner than she used to be. Too thin, really.

“I’m going to get you some dry clothes.” Then she’s gone and Myka is left blinking at an empty room. She shivers, even underneath the blanket.

In the far corner of the room there’s a bare Christmas tree. Its branches hang, limp and plain- offering nothing to the walls devoid of any kind of ornaments or tinsel. The only offering is a picture of Helena with her arms wrapped around a baby girl mounted at the centre of the wall opposite the couch so you can never help but look at it. Tears sting Myka’s eyes but she forces herself to blink them away and swallow hard before her girlfriend returns.

Helena comes back with a thick pair of pyjamas and a sweater. She hands them to her with a smile that Myka can only weakly return. She cradles them to her chest, struggling to summon something to say.

A smirk dances on Helena’s lips as she looks her up and down. “Don’t be shy, dear.” It’s so normal that she relaxes her grip on the clothes and almost smiles back. But she can’t quite bring herself to strip down in front of her. Not when she already feels like she’s already sitting there with her father’s words stamped across her forehead. With a gentler, but more diminished smile, Helena excuses herself to go and make some tea.

Myka changes quickly, pulling the borrowed clothes on without looking at herself and folds her own up in a neat parcel. Her girlfriend returns a minute or two later with two steaming mugs. She hands one to her, handle first.

It’s still a long while before anyone speaks.

“Are you going to tell me why you were on my doorstep in this weather? Not that I’m not delighted to see you.” The tea is cool by now, but Myka still blows on it before she answers.

“My dad knows,” she says to the mug, wrapping her hands around it.

There’s a quick, sharp intake of breath beside her, but it’s a moment before Helena says anything. “I trust he didn’t react well to the news?”

“He threw me out.” It’s like someone’s jammed a rock in her throat. She wants to breathe, but there’s nothing but a lump and when she swallows it moves down to her chest and lodges itself there.

When Helena reaches for her, her hand circling her wrist, Myka thinks of pulling away. They don’t talk about this. It’s there, but they don’t talk about it. Helena sees the way she shrinks in his presence, the stacks of notebooks in her closet, the steel bucket in the corner of her room that she’s never questioned. Myka is sure she sees far more than they’ve even dared to whisper out loud, but talking about it is something else entirely.

But Helena’s touch is warm and calming, so she unpeels her hand from around her mug and lets her take it. She forgets about the dull pain in her wrist until Helena’s grip is suddenly a little too tight. Her thumb brushes the ring of bruises as gently as if she were made of butterfly wings.

“He did this?” Her voice is quiet with a ragged edge like the serrated blade of a knife.

Myka just shrugs. He had done it, when he was pulling her towards the door to throw her out into the snow, but to say so feels like opening something she’s kept an air tight lid on for years. He’s never been violet, exactly. Just cold and hard and cruel. And there’s the steel bucket that sometimes gets filled with ice water for her to stand in until she can remember all the answers.

Helena’s grip on her hand is almost tight enough to be painful. “Did he...hurt you anywhere else?”

“No,” she says at last, her own voice like someone is standing on her throat. “He just wanted to get me out.”

Without even looking at her she knows Helena is angry. Angrier than she’s ever seen her. But she knows what happened five years ago and that this can’t. “It’s okay,” she tells her, trying to force herself to sound lighter. “At least I get out of the Christmas quiz.” The one where her father pounds her with question after question until well past midnight.

When Helena looks up at her, her eyes are dark, only lightened by the dancing flames of the fire. “It’s not okay. He thinks he can do this to you? To anyone? What gives him that right?”

Myka shakes her head and squeezes her eyes shut. No one has ever stood up for her, not even her mother, but now she wishes she could go back to quiet denial. A picture of her mother standing in the kitchen, hands to her mouth, muttering It’s Christmas, it’s Christmas, over and over again spills into her mind. It’s the closest she’s ever come to telling him to stop.

She jumps to her feet, delayed fury crashing through her veins. “Shut up! You wanna yell, then chuck me out and go to a dive bar. I’ve had enough people screaming at me.” It’s gone as quickly as it came and she sinks back onto the couch, wanting to bury her head in her hands, but Helena’s face drops.

She sits down slowly, carefully. “I’m sorry, darling. I wasn’t shouting at you.”

Myka lets her head drop onto Helena’s shoulder. “I know,” she murmurs. “I just...I don’t need you to be mad. Not right now.” In answer, her girlfriend wraps her arm around her shoulders and pulls her into her chest.

It’s a long time before either one of them can bring themselves to move, but Myka’s legs are cramping and she really, really needs to pee. Her cell buzzes in her pocket and when she pulls it out she notices it’s gone past midnight into Christmas Day. With a jolt she wonders what her parents are doing, if they’ve just gone to bed like nothing happened.

It’s Christmas!!! The text is from Pete, her colleague (friend) from the coffee shop. Attached his a selfie of him, Claudia and Leena. She had almost forgotten they were spending Christmas together. She’d been invited too, but she was supposed to be at her parents’, decorating the tree with her dad. They had only got half way through it.

“Perhaps we should consider going to bed?” Helena says, not the least bit suggestively for a change.

Myka makes a non committal noise. She knows already there’s no chance of sleep, not with her father’s words ringing around her head. As if she knows what she’s thinking, Helana stands up, pulling Myka with her. “Or if we’re both awake, perhaps we could make this place look a little more festive?”

Ten minutes and a trip to the tiny attic compartment later, they have a box of decorations that look as if they haven’t been opened in twelve years and mugs of hot chocolate with shots of spiced rum (made with water rather than milk).

It’s obvious Helena’s trying, so she does too, but it’s not until her girlfriend literally throws a string of tinsel at the tree that she really steps in. “What are you doing? You’re meant to hang it!” She snatches it from the branches and rearrnages it so it rests neatly in a circle all the way to the back of the tree.

Without looking she knows Helena is rolling her eyes behind her, but she thinks maybe this was a lot more deliberate than she’ll admit.

Even with all the baubles the box has to offer on the tree, it still looks bare. “Is this all you have?”

“Yes, dear it’s all I have. I wasn’t expecting guests.” But then her eyes flash like she’s just discovered the secret to time travel. “I have some candles in the kitchen.”

Myka frowns. “I suppose we could light some…”

“For the tree.”

“You want to dangle an open flame from a pine branch?”

Helena crosses her arms, defensive. “I’ve seen it in films.”

“In cartoons, Hels. Do you want to burn the apartment down?”

“All right. It was merely a suggestion.”

“I’m never leaving you alone again. You’re worse than Pete.”

“Please do not compare me to that imbecile-”

For a moment, it’s enough for her to forget why she’s even there. It’s enough to make her smile in the face of Helena’s glare. “What?” she demands, but Myka just bites down on her lip and shakes her head. There’s a warmth glowing in her chest, like there’s one of Helena’s candles where her heart should be.

Then- she’s not sure who steps towards whom- they’re kissing hungrily and desperately, like they can find all that they’re missing in each other. For more than a moment she thinks maybe they can. They only stop when the buzz of Myka’s cell makes them jump and spring apart like they’ve been caught on the front porch.

Helena sighs. “Is that Peter, again?” It is. Another selfie- Steve and Artie have been dragged into this one, the latter looking very much like he would rather be anywhere else. Claudia has her arm thrown around his shoulders, her hand coming up behind his head in a ‘V’ gesture. Pete is doing the same to her.

Myka smiles, finally feeling like maybe she could sleep after all. Helena slides a hand through hers and tugs her closer. She rests her head against her shoulder and closes her eyes. When she opens them again, there’s fresh snow falling outside the window so the entire world looks strange and new. “It’s Christmas,” she mumbles as if she’s only just noticed.

She feels Helena press a kiss to the top of her head. “There’s no one alive I would rather spend it with, even if the circumstances are a little less than ideal.” Myka squeezes her hand, gently, saying everything she can’t find the words for.

When Helena’s lips find hers again, they’re softer and kinder. They make it to the bedroom at last, and Myka lets her peel her clothes away without flicking off the lights or dropping her eyes so she doesn’t have to see. Even before they crawl under the sheets she is finally and completely warm.

A banging noise is coming from somewhere outside of her dream, tugging her out before she’s ready. Myka groans and buries her face in Helena’s hair, but it doesn’t go away. It gets louder and more insistent, like it knows she’s ignoring it. “I wonder who that could be,” says her girlfriend, dryly.

Frowning, Myka lifts her head. “Did you invite someone?”

Helena gives her the smile that’s reserved only for her. “Why don’t you go and find out?”

Still half asleep, Myka rolls out of bed and pulls on her sweater and the first pair of pants she touches. Her girlfriend trails behind her, her own sweater brushing halfway down her thighs. She doesn't bother with anything else.

Finally, Myka tugs open the front door and what looks like half the state spills inside. Pete, holding something huge wrapped in tinfoil- Claudia with three tupperware boxes stacked together, Steve with a giant pudding and Leena with more tinfoil wrapped plates. Finally there’s Artie- their boss and Claudia’s favourite person to torment- sporting a Santa hat and a sack that looks suspiciously of gifts. “Ho, ho, ho,” he grumbles.

Pete is the first to hug her, dumping his own parcel so her can wrap both of his arms around her waist and lift her right off the ground. “Happy Christmas, Myks!” He spins her around and drops her back on the floor while Helena allows herself to be hugged by Claudia and Artie dumps his sack of presents in right there in the hall.

Leena’s next, then Steve and Claudia, before Helena’s arm loops around her waist and she leans back against her. She’s smiling wider than she ever would have done if she had stayed at her parents’. “What are you all doing here?”

“Helena text us,” Claudia offers. “She said there had been a change of plan and we had to get over here today without asking any questions and bring all the food we had. Oh, and these!” she holds up a bag spilling over with tinsel and baubles. “Something about not setting the tree on fire?”

#bering and wells #bering and wells gift exchange 2019 #warehouse 13 #my fic

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tuanm · 5 years ago

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Let's play a game! Mutuals as GOT7 members. 💚

Mark: @stargyeom - So nice and polite when we first started talking but it got wild out of NOWHERE! So many levels to Leena’s personality. I feel the need to protect her but also pick on her. Does things just to push your buttons then try to act innocent but it’s endearing so you let them?Jaebeom: @prdsjayb - Loves cats. Calls her cat her son/baby. Loves soft music about tragic love. Acts like they hate you sometimes but you know they have a soft spot for you anyway. I not so secretly love you but sometimes don’t want to admit it. Activates my fight or flight response. Hate that I love youuuu. Jackson: @axizzles - WILD. The tags and captions make me gag!!! So funny! Says off the wall things that have me scratching my head but I laugh because it’s funny? Like, stop but not really bc you’re entertaining. Seems super passionate about things they love. (Jackson)Jinyoung: @madeitwang - Nice but at what cost? Undying love for Jaebeom. (: So mischievous and sneaky that you’d never suspect them of throwing you under the bus. Maybe the type to laugh if you fell before asking if you’re okay. Is serious but also really playful. Cares deeply for others and looks out for them. Youngjae: - IDK WHO WOULD BE YOUNGJAE DIADIJASODJSA youngjae sweetie i’m so sorry that an ugly bitch like me would do this to youBambam: @amerithotkongs - They both play entirely too much but they’re super hilarious and make bomb ass videos just for aesthetics. Wants to live luxuriously. Would probably call you ugly & poor in .5 seconds if you make them mad. I can def picture them both on a yacht surrounded by beautiful people and bags of money. Yugyeom: @dawnofus - THE BABY!!! I don’t think there is a mean bone in their bodies. Always willing to help someone. Cute, soft energy. SO good at the things they love to do! Seems shy but isn’t? Just soft spoken and friendly but will clown you in an instant.

#ask #ask game #so no one has to ask me why #long post #Anonymous

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my-creative-hell · 5 years ago

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Sick (Actor au)

It wasn’t often that Grave and the rest of the large group would find enough time to do small things, let alone have full days to themselves to relax and not have to worry about work. But finally, all the filming was done, the new season written and being planned, and they had time to breath and do as they pleased for a while, like a well-earned holiday.

For Grave, this means spending full days inside her lab working on whatever was taking her fancy at that particular time. Normally she would be interrupted by any number of things, Hannah checking in to make sure she’d eaten, Jake curious about what she was doing or Jerry running in to ask where something was. But today, nothing seemed to interrupt her as she worked, leaving her in peace as she finishes her latest creation, stepping outside the lab to go and see the others, the clock reading around two in the afternoon as she wanders the halls.

Stepping into the kitchen, it seemed as if Hannah, Leena, Iden and Jake were on a different floor, or had maybe gone out to complete odd bits of work for the show. But for some reason, they had all decided to live together, along with the stunt double actors, meaning there was never no one in the house. To prove that point, Shaun sits at the counter in the kitchen, playing absentmindedly on his phone as Amelia attempts to make herself cereal without making a mess, Jerry cooking an actual meal for them in the kitchen, keeping an eye on them both simultaneously.

“Hi!” Grave keeps her voice quiet as she speaks, her hands covered in small pieces of dried paint and small scars from working in the lab as she waves at them happily.

“Hiya Grave!” Amelia grins brightly as she spills some milk on the counter, Shaun waving as he stares at his phone. Jerry turns from his cooking momentarily to flash Grave a smile before waving at Amelia to remind her to put the milk away, making her look sheepish as she cleans the spillage up.

“Where is the Rose gorl?” Grave enquires, wiggling her fingers happily as she watches Amelia scrunch her face in thought, nose wrinkling.

“I haven’t seen her at all today… maybe she’s still in her room?” Shaun offers his small amount of knowledge, looking up from his phone, rolling his eyes at the mess Amelia has made.

“Oh!” A small sliver of concern works its way through Grave at that knowledge, prompting her to leave the kitchen to find Rose. “Bye bye, hecc bois.” Grave smiles as she leaves the kitchen, Shaun getting up to help Amelia clean up her mess.

“Bye Grave!” Amelia waves as Shaun begins to assist her as Grave leaves, walking down the hallway to Rose’s room. As she reaches the outside of her room, there’s no noise coming from it, silence hanging in the air loosely around the door as Grave stands in front of it momentarily, listening.

Grave gently knocks on the door as quiet as possible, waiting patently for Rose to answer. It takes a moment before her voice can be heard by Grave through the door.

“…Hello?” Her voice sounds quiet even behind the door as she answers, clearly not speaking very loudly, the sound barely carrying over to Grave.

“Hi, Rose. It me.” Grave smiles as she keeps her own voice quiet, wanting to see her girlfriend after spending a whole day alone in the lab, where she would normally be interrupted by Rose wanting attention.

“Hi Grave, you can come in, it’s not locked…” Rose explains, her voice quiet as she allows Grave inside.

“Yay!” Grave feels happiness building inside her as she gently opens the door to the room. “I here!” She exclaims happily as she enters, Rose currently buried underneath a pile of sheets, though a hand emerges to wave at Grave.

“Hey! You’re here!” Rose’s slightly muffled voice comes from the sheets, sounding slightly happier now Grave was in the room. Grave approaches the pile of sheets, holding the expose hand in her own.

“Gay!” Grave jokes, making Rose laugh from underneath all the layers on top of her.

“I would hope so, otherwise you are dating the wrong person.” Rose returns the joke cheerily; staying hidden in her bed as Grave carefully lays her head down on Rose.

“Mmmm. You’re warm.” Grave comments as she leans on Rose, heat seeping into her from the bundle of sheets.

“I would hope so, I have like four blankets on…” Rose laughs as she pokes her face out from the pile, looking at Grave.

“I see you!” Grave plants a small kiss on Rose’s face, making her giggle as she comes out of the covers more, though she remains lying down.

“I have been spotted.” She smiles as she rubs at her face, closing her eyes for a moment as she does.

“Yes, and I’m gonna attack you!” Grave smiles as she plasters Rose’s face with kisses, Rose laughing as she squirms.

“Aaaa nooooo!” She giggles, smiling at Grave as she stops. “What have you been up to, anyway?” She changes the subject, looking interested.

“I was makin shit in my lab! What about you?” Grave watches as Rose scrunches her face in thought.

“Mmmm, what’s the time?” Rose looks up at Grave inquisitively as she tries to answer the question.

“Its 2PM exactly!” Grave smiles happily as Rose looks at her, sinking down into her covers more.

“I haven’t done anything… I’ve been in bed all day…” Rose admits, keeping her explanation vague and to the point.

“…You haven’t eaten anything, have you?” Grave questions softly, a slight bit of concern creeping in as she speaks.

“…No?” Rose smiles sheepishly. “I haven’t felt hungry or… right, I guess? So I’ve just stayed here, and I didn’t realise it was so late.” She explains as best she can, trying not to worry Grave.

“Mmmm you still need to eat tho. I can get you something?” Grave offers calmly, a smile resting on her face.

“I guess I can probably stomach something light…” Rose concedes, smiling warmly. “Think its just some annoying twenty four hour thing, I’ll probably be fine tomorrow.” She laughs gently as she watches Grave from the bed.

“I hope so!” Grave wiggles happily, though some concern lingers over her, making her hope Rose would be right.

“I’m sure it’ll be fine.” She reassures Grave, smiling. “But I am not getting out of this bed, so if you want attention, you gotta join me!” She giggles quietly.

“Warm time, babey!” Grave jumps into the bed, pulling herself in next to Rose, the covers now over both of them.

“Yay warm time!” Rose snuggles closer to Grave to sap her heat. “I’m still super tired…” She admits as she focuses on the warm presence beside her.

“Aaaa you wanna sleeb first and then have smol food or sleeb after food?” Grave questions as she turns to look at Rose.

“If I sleep I am not getting up again…” Rose explains, laughing gently as she looks at Grave with calm eyes.

“True. What would you like?” Grave asks in a soft voice, watching Rose as she thinks it over.

“Ummmm, I really don’t mind what I eat…” Rose confesses, trying to keep herself focused on Grave and her words.

“Mmmm… soup! What soup boi do you want?” Grave asks, wiggling gently in the bed as Rose considers it.

“I like chicken soup…” She smiles gently as she looks at Grave, feeling relaxed and calm.

“Liquid chicken it is!” Grave wiggles out of the covers, walking out of Rose’s room to head to the kitchen, Rose watching her leave as she snuggles back under the covers, trying her best to stay awake till she comes back.

“Liquid chicken!” Grave comes back into the room with a hot bowl of soup in her hand, Rose half awake as she lies in her bed.

“Thank you…” She fights against the comfortable warmth, smiling at Grave in appreciation.

“You’re welcome!” Grave carefully sets the soup on the nightstand, smiling as Rose sits up in her bed, daintily beginning to eat her soup as she motions for Grave to join her in the bed again, missing her warm presence beside her.

“Best gooorl.” Grave sits down next to her, her voice quiet and soft as Rose finishes her soup quickly, leaning against Grave when she’s done.

“You’re so cheesy…” Rose smiles gently as she envelops herself in the warmth provided by Grave.

“Mmm true, but I gotsa be!!! Its cute.” Grave giggles as Rose smiles back at her, eyes closing slightly.

“It is very cute…” Rose admits happily, her warm smile never leaving her face as she leans into Grave.

“I think you’re cuter tho.” Grave blushes slightly as she looks down at Rose, her voice quiet as Rose giggles.

“Nooo… don’t call me cute when I’m too tired to retaliate, that’s cheating…” Despite her attempts to sound stern, Rose’s smiling face give her true emotions away.

“But its true! You are very cute and I love you.” Grave explains, a smile on her face as she looks down at Rose.

“I love you too…” Rose returns the sentiment as she struggles to stay awake, feeling sleepy as Grave’s warmth seeps into her.

“You sleeby?” Grave places a gentle kiss on Rose’s face as she speaks, able to feel the slight flush in her skin.

“Mhmmmm…” Rose smiles at the kiss as she nods gently, trying and failing to keep her eyes open.

“Go sleeb!!!” Grave gently pushes Rose down into the bed so she lies down. “Sleeby time.” Rose whines gently as she’s pushed down, reaching out for Grave to join her.

“Okay, okay!” Grave giggles slightly at the image as she lies down, allowing Rose to snuggle into her for warmth, her eyes closing properly as she relaxes.

“My sleeby gorl.” Grave affectionately litters Rose’s face with kisses as she hugs her, Rose almost asleep as she enveloped in warmth and happiness.

As they sit together, Rose eventually slips into sleep, Grave following behind her, falling into a peaceful and calm sleep, wrapped in a warm embrace.

Light shines into Rose’s room the next morning, stirring Grave from her sleep. As she looks around silently, she is able to see Rose still quietly sleeping beside her, curled up slightly in the covers. The clock reads nine, a time they would normally be up by so they could get as much done as possible

“Wake up!” Grave gently wiggles Rose to stir her, keeping her voice soft as she takes a moment before opening her eyes.

“Mmmm, what?” Rose looks at Grave with slightly tired eyes as she starts to wake up more.

“We gotta wake up, I think.” Grave explains as Rose starts to shift in the bed, bringing her hands up to rub gently at her eyes.

“Whats the time?” She questions as she brings her hands back down, yawning quietly.

“Its nine.” Grave clarifies, though she keeps her voice quiet as Rose huffs gently in response.

“Mmmmmm fine…” Rose attempts to make her voice sound annoyed, but the blooming smile on her face shows Grave otherwise. Slowly, Grave rolls off of the bed, landing on the floor.

“Am floor boi.” Grave smiles as Rose laughs quietly, looking down at her with a happy expression.

“Well, does floor boi wanna help me up?” She questions, cocking an eyebrow at Grave.

“Of course!” Grave pulls herself off of the floor, linking hands with Rose to pull her up gently. As Rose stands up, something changes, her head suddenly feeling as if she is underwater as ringing enters her ears loudly, drowning out all other noise. Her legs feel weak and tired and her chest feels tight, making it hard to breath as her vision goes in and out of focus, her skin feeling as if it was on fire as she tries to ground herself and understand what’s happening.

“You okay, Rose?” Grave looks at her in slight concern as Rose looks away from her, unable to make out what was being said, as her mind turns fuzzy, her legs following suit and giving out, making Rose fall down towards the floor.

Grave reacts quickly, managing to catch Rose before she hits the floor, concern flooding through her as she fails to come up with anything to say. Rose gently clings onto Grave as she struggles to comprehend what is going on, her skin flushed and hot.

Attempting to keep herself clam despite the rising panic inside of her, Grave gently places her healing kisses onto Rose, though for some reason the usually perfect treatment is having no effect. Rose’s mind begins to come back into itself as Grave tries to help her, allowing her to look at Grave with tired eyes as she slowly understands the situation.

Grave panics at the lack of effect, leading her to plant more soft kisses on Rose, which continue to have no effect as Rose looks more and more confused, her face flushed and tired as she watches Grave.

Her brain screaming at her in panic, Grave gently places Rose back onto the bed as she starts to look worried for Grave, ignoring her own state as she can sense the panic coming off of her.

“I-I-I’m okay…” Rose lies, trying to calm Grave down as she starts to feel worse, every muscle starting to ache and burn as she lies down, keeping her eyes focused on Grave.

“I’d love to believe that…” Grave cracks a small smile despite her worry as she looks down at Rose.

“I-I don’t know what happened…” Rose admits, frowning as everything in her body starts to feel worse. “My body just… gave up.” She looks at Grave, trying to stay calm as she struggles to think properly.

“Oh no…” Grave’s panic only rises as she looks at Rose, who reaches out, holding her hands gently.

“Hey, it’ll be okay…” Rose tries to reassure her softly, a small smile on her face, though it doesn’t touch it the same way as normal “It’ll get better eventually…” Rose continues, wanting Grave to calm down.

“… I hope so.” Grave mimics the smile, though the worry remains as Rose shivers gently, skin suddenly feeling cold despite its flush.

“Ugh, cold and tired… love it…” Rose tries to joke, laughing quietly, though her flushed and tired face shows how she truly feels. Grave gently climbs back in the bed to provide more warmth as Rose pulls the covers back over her.

“Is this any better?” Grave’s voice is gentle and quiet as she speaks, Rose smiling softly as her eyes close momentarily.

“Feels warmer at least…” She opens her eyes to look at Grave as she leans forward, pressing a soft kiss onto Rose’s lips.

“That’s good.” Grave speaks as quietly as she can, Rose smiling gently again as her eyes close out of tiredness.

“Mmmm…” Rose relaxes slightly as Grave wiggles carefully, still concerned, though some happiness bleeds through it as Rose falls asleep quickly beside her, whatever illness she currently had making her tired. The room is silent for a while as she sleeps, Grave lying beside her as a small noise sounds out from outside the house.

Grave frowns slightly, carefully getting out of bed , making sure Rose doesn’t wake up as she heads to the window of the room. A hooded figure resides outside, their face hidden from Grave as they silently raise a hand, beckoning for her to join them outside the house.

Grave groans quietly, wanting to stay with Rose and make sure she’s okay, though she needs to know what’s going on. She opens the window in front of her silently, climbing outside and dropping down flawlessly to talk to the hooded figure. But they seem to have other ideas, walking away from the house into the woods behind it for Grave to follow them, walking far enough into the woods that the house is no longer visible to either of them.

“So um… why did you bring me out here at 9 AM and looking like you’re about to kill somebody and feed it to a cryptid?” Grave questions, leaning against a tree as she watches the hooded figure in confusion. A sigh escapes the figure as the hoodie is pulled off of them and tied around their waste, revealing Siryn to Grave, one of the group’s biggest enemies. Her and her small group of bastards were a constant annoyance in the group’s life, constantly trying to ruin everything and hurt them. Grave’s small amount of surprise doesn’t register on her face as she looks at her, taking it in.

“Cool. Did you come here to fight me about something stupid or fight me about something that makes sense for once?” Grave questions, her voice emotionless as Siryn sighs quietly, rolling her eyes.

“I didn’t actually come here to fight at all…” Siryn explains, her voice equally dull. For once it looked like she might be telling the truth, instead of her usual get up, she is in casual clothing, jeans and a shirt with her hoodie tied at the waste, long brown hair tied up in a messy bun. Grave sighs happily at this news.

“Oh thank god. What did you come here for anyways?” She questions, Siryn crossing her arms gently as she leans against her own tree nonchalantly.

“I know what’s going on with Rose. She isn’t well, right? And your healing abilities aren’t working.” She explains, looking Grave in the eyes as she speaks, face neutral and unmoving.

“Oh really? Never noticed.” Grave’s sarcasm rolls off of her tongue, Siryn frowning as she struggles to not get annoyed by her as Grave fiddles with her hands.

“My point is, I know what’s going on.” Siryn attempts to clarify, trying to keep herself levelheaded and remain as polite as possible, despite it being so against her nature.

“Please tell me.” A small amount of excitement enters Grave at the prospect of getting this fixed, Siryn sighing gently.

“Well, it seems my ‘team mates’ found a way to cancel out your abilities, and slip sickness inducing drugs into one of your girlfriends drinks…” Siryn explains, looking away from Grave as she speaks.

“H m m m.” Grave’s blood involuntarily boils in anger, not believing all of what Siryn says, though she doesn’t show it on her face as she debates beating her right here and now, Siryn groaning slightly.

“Look, I know you probably don’t believe me, and frankly, I’m struggling to care right now. I just thought I’d mention it.” Siryn begins to get frustrated, her quick temper working against her as she talks, making her words harsh.

“I didn’t need to know that, but what I d o need to know is how to get my powers back so I can heal my girlfriend.” Grave explains, her only goal to get this fixed, Siryn looking away from her.

“You’re gonna have to find the team, they did it, its probably in the base somewhere…” She explains, a frown playing at her face.

“Cool, rad. Dunno why you said it like I know where the base is.” Grave groans loudly.

“I’m afraid that’s where the shitting part comes in. To get in there, you’re gonna have to trust me and let me take you there…” Siryn explains, looking at Grave with cold eyes, not looking forward to anything that was coming. Grave remains silent for a few seconds as she thinks it over.

“Alright. Sounds kinda sketchy but I’ll take it.” She agrees, Siryn watching her.

“Good, cause you’re kind of out of options if you want Rose to be okay.” Siryn shrugs, indifferent as she speaks to Grave.

“Okay, so are you gonna take me there oooorrr…?” Grave questions, losing her patience as she talks to Siryn, who spins on the heel of her foot, walking further into the woods as she gestures for Grave to follow.

“My car is this way…” She explains, her voice deadpan as she walks away, not checking to see if Grave follows.

“Oh, we’re doin cars. I loved that movie.” Grave jokes as she follows Siryn, walking fast to catch up with her as she nods silently, trying to remain calm as she walks to her car.

Grave walks with her silently, not bothering to open the car door when they get to it, opting instead to clip through the car into her seat, Siryn rolling her eyes as she opens the door, unphased as she gets inside. The car hums quietly to life as she turns the key, buckling herself in.

Grave waits patiently, wiggling slightly as Siryn gets ready, trying to not be annoyed by her, though every action was annoying to her. She huffs as she starts driving away form the woods, heading in the direction of the base.

Grave spaces out as she drives, not wanting to think about anything as Siryn tensely drives the car, hands gripping the wheel firmly as a million thoughts race through her mind, trying to figure it all out before they get to the base.

Grave leans down, putting her head on the front board of the car as her brain screams at her, Siryn looking over at her for a moment.

“Whats goin on?” She attempts to be nice, unused to it, unsure of what to say or do, especially since it was unlikely she was being believed, Grave shrugging.

“Just a little bit sleepy. What’s goin on with you?” Grave smiles, though Siryn doesn’t look convinced.

“You don’t gotta pretend to give a shit how I’m doin.” Siryn shrugs as she drives, keeping her eyes straight. “I’m aware the second this is fixed you’ll go back to beating the shit out of me, I’ve accepted it.” She speaks bluntly, Grave giggling.

“Nah, I actually care. I’m not gonna beat the shit outta you without a good reason either so… maybe I wont rearrange your guts if you don’t give me a reason to…” Grave explains, Siryn laughing, though its empty and without humour.

“You say that like I’ve not given plenty of reasons…” She trails off, never looking at Grave as she drives.

“I can like… give you a chance to not do that.” Grave offers, her voice hushed as she proposes her kind offer, the slightest hint of a smile on Siryn’s face.

“You don’t think it’s too late for me? Aren’t I a bit of a lost cause by now?” Siryn questions, her voice neutral despite the raging war of feelings inside of her.

“Nope, its not too late at all. Just because you’re an asshole doesn’t mean I’m not willing to give you a chance.” Grave explains, smiling sweetly. Siryn hides her own smile by turning her head away.

“You know, I guess I unknowingly used today as my chance to get away from this shit… guess that might have been a good idea, huh?” Siryn’s voice sounds slightly lighter as she speaks.

“Very good!” Grave wiggles happily in her seat as Siryn becomes more alert, looking ahead.

“Okay, we should be there in a minute or so. Just, be careful, keep your heads down and let me deal with this, okay? Last thing I want is a huge confrontation.” Siryn explains, looking at Grave briefly.

“Sounds good.” Grave keeps her voice quiet as her excitement builds, Siryn pulling the car over to park it at the side of the road.

“The base is down there, but we’re gonna go in on foot, don’t need the noise.” Siryn explains as she gets out of the car.

Grave clips through her own door, her feet making no noise as she follows Siryn, who enters an abandoned building at the end of the road, making her way down a flight of stairs, footsteps quiet and alert.

Grave follows her, no more wiggling or smiling, her serious face on as Siryn reaches a door at the bottom of the stairs, pressing her ear to it to check for noises, opening it silently once she decides its safe. Grave is quickly ushered through, Siryn leading her effortlessly through all the abandoned passages no one used within the base, only stopping once they reach a door.

“If I’m right, it should be through that door…” She explains, her voice slightly lower than a whisper.

“Thanks.” Grave whispers back, clipping through the door as Siryn rolls her eyes, opening the door to let herself in, silently scanning the room with her eyes.

“From what little they told me, it sounded like it was a small machine that was interrupting your abilities…” Siryn explains, looking around for such a machine.

“Ah, machines! I love those.” Grave smiles as she looks around, Siryn moving around the room quietly, keeping an eye out for the others.

“I know, shouldn’t be hard to find it…” She comments as she searches, keeping her voice low.

“This is f u n.” Grave fiddles with her fingers as the sarcastic comment comes out, making Siryn snort as she searches.

“I know, right… oh, I think that might be it…” She stops, pointing to a small but strange looking box sitting on one of the shelves.

“Hopefully.” Grave begins to go over to the box, though she stops. “This kinda feels like a trap…” She speaks quietly, the door to the room bursting open as the other two team members enter.

“Hiya Grave…” Inferno snarls, mouth pulled into an agitating grin as she waves to Grave.

“Hi! How are ya, Shitburn?” Grave waves at Inferno, a large smile plastered on her face.

“I’m great!” She smiles happily at Grave. “Did you really think Siryn was gonna help you fix your stupid little girlfriend?” She leans forward slightly as she speaks.

“I don friggin know!” Grave shrugs as Siryn walks over to her teammates, not speaking as she does.

“Well that turned out to be a mistake didn’t it?” Riptide smiles as Siryn joins them. “Cause now you’re a little fucked.” She explains, a grin present on her face.

“I am?” Grave pretends to be shocked, her sarcasm thick. “Oh wow!” She exclaims, Riptide rolling her eyes in response.

“Cute, real cute. But the reality is that maybe you’ll be fine, but Rose… not so much.” She grins as she speaks, watching Grave.

“Mhm, yes. How long is this talk gonna go for?” Grave questions, feeling tired and over this situation as she speaks.

“Well this talk can end if you just allow us to restrain you.” Inferno smiles. “Can’t have you running around after all.” She explains, trying not to get annoyed as Siryn stands silently beside them.

“Uh… sure, I guess.” Grave holds her hands out as Inferno comes closer to her, applying chains to both of her hands as well as her neck, limiting the amount of movement she is capable off. The chains seem to be applying a chemical, only increasing Grave’s tiredness as she stands there.

“So uh… you gonna play with my insides and kill me or do some other shit?” She questions as Inferno starts walking with her, leading her somewhere as the others follow behind them.

“Killing is too boring. Well, killing you at least. That’s what Rose is for.” She explains, a horrible smile etched into her skin. “Human bodies can only take poison for so long.”

“Cool, so you’re gonna kill my girlfriend for some…” Grave looks around her as she walks, thinking. “Dumb reason. Torture, right?” She enquires, looking at Inferno, Riptide shrugging behind them.

“Testing more so. Wanna see how well it works.” She smiles as she walks faster, catching up to them. “She seemed like a good candidate. Sides, needed some way to get you out of that house.” She continues, Grave no longer paying attention to them as she walks, spacing out.

She is walked into a room, being sat down by Inferno as the dosage on her chains is increased to pacify her, Inferno leading Riptide and Siryn outside to talk to them.

Grave ignores them, giving in and going to sleep for a while, wanting to be rid of the world around her. she doesn’t wake up for a while, only being stirred by some faint noises coming from outside the room as Grave closes her eyes again, not wanting to be here, only wanting to sleep and forget the world.

Some more noises sound out, though they are far away sounding as Grave squeezes her eyes closed, managing to slip back into sleep as she listens to them.

The next time she opens her eyes, she notices that she is no longer in the chair, instead lying down on the floor of the woods, alone currently. She doesn’t move, not wanting to put up with this, feeling tired of existing as she lies still.

The sound of a twig snapping as someone walks over it comes from behind Grave as someone approaches her.

“Can you please go away?” Grave questions politely, despite feeling tired and frustrated.

“Fraid not. Not right now at least.” Siryn explains as she sits in front of Grave, her hoodie back on and covering her face from view.

“Yeah no, seriously dude. Fuck off, I’m tired of your shit.” Grave keeps her tone level despite the exhaustion she feels inside of her.

“Nice way to talk to the person that got you out of that shithole… and took your chains off.” Siryn scoffs as she turns away from Grave, watching the woods.

“Ah, funny.” Grave doesn’t believe a single word coming from her mouth as she wishes for sleep to engulf her.

“Yup, cause I’ve always been one for jokes.” Siryn sighs, rubbing her hands over her face. “How’s the anaesthesia wearing off?” She questions, Grave shrugging.

“It’s leaving, I guess.” She answers, Siryn huffing as she listens to her, resisting the urge to get frustrated.

“Grave, the last thing I need right now is for you to get an attitude with me, please.” She explains as she sits quietly in front of her.

“Dude, can I be a little bit of a bitch every once in a while? Just a little bit?” Grave resists her urge to curl into a ball as she speaks.

“But why with me? I helped, didn’t I?” Siryn doesn’t look at Grave as she speaks, keeping her voice low and quiet.

“You did a bunch of other terrible shit, too. Also I’m very tired. Mentally, physically and emotionally, so I might be a bit of an asshole.” Grave sighs gently. “Sorry.” She apologises.

“Its fine… didn’t really expect you to trust me anyway.” Siryn laughs quietly. “Kinda fucked that small bit of trust up anyway.”

“Anyway, what are you gonna do now?” Grave questions, sounding annoyed, though a small amount of fear creeps into her.

“Well, considering how things went at the base…” Siryn sighs. “What do you think I’m gonna do?” She questions, not turning to look at Grave.

“Honestly dude, I don’t fuckin know anymore. You could be a decent fucking person and help me or trick me again, kill my girlfriend in front of me and film me breaking down.” Grave’s voice is calm as she speaks, Siryn snorting in response.

“Part of me wishes I wanted to be a shitty person. and the rest… well…” Siryn stands up. “Is telling me we should get out of here.” She explains.

“Alright, magic boi, what tricks have you got for me today?” Grave questions as she groans, holding her hand out, Siryn pulling her up.

“None unfortunately, just a whole lotta stubbornness.” She explains, looking away from Grave.

“Yaaaay.” Grave leans against a tree, sighing. “I’m so fuckin tired, man.” She huffs, Siryn pausing.

“I can always carry you, I have been for the past hour anyway, so…” She shrugs as she explains. ”No.” Grave pushes herself off of the tree and starts walking, limping slightly due to her tiredness as she does.

“Fair enough…” Siryn sighs as she continues walking, stuffing her hands into the pockets of her hoodie, hunching over. “I’m sorry by the way…” she apologises quietly.

“Uh… its fine.” Grave hardly listens to her, sounding unsure as she responds to her.

“You don’t sound convinced.” Siryn points out, groaning. “This is all so fucked…” She mumbles, Grave flopping onto the ground, beginning to crawl normally on her hands and knees.

“Okay, do you wanna stop for a while? Clearly you have no interest in walking.” Siryn points out as she stops walking, looking down at Grave, who just keeps crawling.

“You know we don’t have a car now right?” Siryn starts walking again. “Crawling will only slow us down.” She explains as she adjusts her hoodie, pausing for a moment as Grave clicks her bones in her arms and legs, adjusting her body into an inhuman position as she crawls faster, her bones sounding terrible. Siryn looks down at her, feeling done with this situation as she sits down on the forest floor.

“Fuck…” She mutters quietly, her head in her hands, Grave turning around mid crawl.

“What is it? Am I going the wrong way?” Grave asks as she looks at Siryn, who doesn’t bother looking up.

“Probably not, don’t really know. Had to get out of the base pretty fast once they found out I destroyed the machine…” Siryn explains, covering her face with her hands.

“Oh…” Grave stops her abnormal crawling, laying down next to Siryn as she sits.

“Yeah, had to just grab you and get out as fast as I could… kinda worked, I mean, you’re okay, right?” Siryn doesn’t look at Grave as she questions her.

“Uh… yeah. You can say that. What about you?” Grave’s voice is quiet and soft as she deflects the question to Siryn, who doesn’t answer straight away.

“Well, when you mess with someone that can throw fire at your face…” She pulls her hands away from her face, revealing a burn covering half of her skin. “You tend to get fire thrown at your face.” She smiles slightly as she speaks.

“Oh no…” Slight concern enters Grave as she looks at the burn, Siryn seemingly unphased.

“Its fine… kinda deserved that for makin you think I was gonna let Rose die…” Siryn frowns gently. “Which we still need to get back to prevent…” She mutters as Grave sits up, frowning as she gently plants a kiss on Siryn’s face, watching as the burn fades away, healing perfectly.

“Thanks… come on, we should go and see if we can find the house… already messed up enough shit for one day…” Siryn sighs as Grave grabs her hand gently, recognising the way as she begins to walk, pulling her along, Siryn allowing herself to be pulled.

“You know you can leave me behind, right? I’ll figure something out.” She offers, watching Grave.

“Hmm…” Grave pretends to think for a moment. “No.” She keeps going, a firm grip on Siryn’s hand as she pulls her along.

“…Why?” Siryn’s voice is quiet as she asks the question, Grave shrugging in response.

“I dunno, I feel like I should give you one more chance…” She explains, Siryn snorting.

“Ha…” She remains quiet. “Cause that worked so well last time…” She reminds Grave, voice sounding sad.

Grave sighs, turning on her heel as she encases Siryn in a soft hug. She freezes for a moment, unsure of the contact, shaky as she accepts the hug, uneven on her feet as Grave squeezes her gently. Siryn calms down quickly, leaning out of the hug and giving Grave a smile.

“Lets go fix this shit.” Siryn looks more confident and determined as she smiles, Grave returning the smile.

“Fuck yeah.” Grave leaves the hug, grabbing Siryn’s hand again as she walks, Siryn happier now as she walks, the house coming into view after a little while, making Grave excited.

“Yaaaaay.” A small amount of happiness flows through Grave as she see’s the house, walking faster, Siryn letting go when they get to the outside of the house.

“You go deal with Rose, I’m gonna wait out here… avoid the panic of anyone seeing me.” She explains, smiling.

“Okay.” Grave returns the smile. “Bye bye!” Grave exclaims, Siryn waving as she sits down, Grave clipping through the window into the room.

Rose is still asleep in her bed as Grave enters the room, looking paler and more sick, making Grave worried. She carefully checks her pulse, fearing the worst, though a pulse thrums against her fingers, Rose’s chest rising and falling as she takes shallow breaths.

Grave feels better as she see’s this, leaning down to press a soft kiss to Rose’s face, watching as the colour comes back into face quickly, her eyes opening slightly.

“Hi…” Grave contains her excitement, remaining quiet and calm, her voice hushed as Rose opens her eyes more.

“…Hey.” Rose smiles as she looks at Grave, her eyes warm as she looks well again, watching her intently.

“You feelin better?” Grave questions, a small squeak escaping her lips as she looks down at Rose, who sits up, rubbing at her eyes lightly.

“I think so… I don’t feel like death anymore.” She explains, smiling sweetly at Grave as she sits.

“That’s good!” Grave exclaims happily, giving Rose a kiss which is happily returned.

“Its very good…” Rose sounds happy as she speaks. “Where did you go by the way?” She questions softly.

“Lab room! I had to find out how to make you better.” Grave lies, deciding Rose wouldn’t like the entire truth.

“Well I’m just glad you figured it out…” Rose smiles gently, deciding not to press the matter as she gives Grave a soft kiss.

“So am I…” Grave blushes slightly as she smiles, Rose touching her cheeks lightly.

“Are you okay? You look tired…” Rose notices as she gently holds Grave’s face in her hands, frowning slightly.

“I’m fine, I just slept a little short is all.” Grave blushes more as she explains, feeling happy.

“You sure?” Rose runs her fingers over Grave’s cheeks lightly, stroking them softly.

“Y-Yeah…” Grave smiles, stuttering slightly as she blushes at Rose’s soft contact, Rose smiling.

“As long as you’re okay.” She speaks softly as she looks at Grave with warm eyes, Grave sighing happily.

“God, you’re so cheesy.” She giggles, Rose laughing quietly as she looks at Grave.

“I have earned my right!” She exclaims, trying to sound indignant as she laughs.

“My cheesy gooorl.” Grave sounds happy as she speaks, melting slightly under Rose’s touch.

“Yes, all yours.” Rose agrees, gently touching their heads together as she speaks, smiling.

“Aaaa I love you so much.” Grave blushes more and more as she looks at Rose, who has a soft blush scattered over her freckled face.

“I love you too.” Rose speaks softly, her face soft as she watches Grave, taking everything in.

“Gaaaay.” Grave gently boops her nose with her fingers, smiling as Rose laughs again.

“You said it first.” Rose clarifies as she giggles, both of them content as they sit with one another, not worrying about the rest of the world as they keep each other company, both recovering from the events that had happened together.

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