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poge-life · 4 years ago

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Murder of Crows~ Jax Teller part 1

Summary: Weeks after the accident that left everyone disgruntled, you finally remember everything that happened. Only problem is, your husband doesn’t know what to do with the information he was given.

Warnings: Angst, a whole lot of it. Mentions of getting hit with an iron and someone getting stabbed.

word count: 3.7k

You dont remember much from the accident. You only remember arguing with someone and then waking up in the hospital two weeks later to find out Tara had been murdered and you were a person of interest.

Ending up with a concussion, 10 stitches in your head, along with three broken ribs. Clearly whoever attacked you, wanted to get some type of message across to SAMCRO. Any time you tried to think about what happened, you just got a migraine. You felt disappointed. You wanted to give the club anything they could to go after whoever it was that did this to you but it was impossible.

Jax had been distant since you woke up. He spent your first week in the hospital, at county. Patterson had walked into your house to see Jax holding your barely living body, along with Eli and Tara’s dead body. So, to them, he was a person of interest. You had no idea why Jax had been distant. Gemma had been to see you everyday since you woke up and would have Brooke or Wendy come up with your kids.

You and jax had three beautiful children together. Shortly after Abel was born, you got pregnant and nine months later, Cassandra Penelope Teller was born. Then, right before Jax, Opie, Tig, and Chibs had gone in, you found you were pregnant with twins. Nine months later, Thomas and Harry Teller were born.

Thomas being named after his brother and Harry after Opie. It was a bittersweet feeling when Jax had called you from county to tell you about Opie. So, you wanted to make sure Opie’s memory lived on with your son.

Things with SAMCRO had been going to shit since the accident. Jax had gone after the Chinese since they were the ones to attack you and kill Tara. Jax was still trying to get out of the gun business, but even in death Clay stills his claws so deep with the Irish. He had also been trying to get out of business with August Marks but he was even worse than Pope if that was even possible.

Jax was coming around with the kids after Abel and Cassie and you couldn’t be more excited. It had been almost a week since you’ve seen your children and you were getting antsy.

The door opened and Abel and Cassie both ran over to you, “Mommy!”

You sent both of them a bright smile, picking them up and placing Abel next to you while cassie sat on your lap. Jax had Thomas in his arms while Harry had chosen to hold onto his father’s hand.

“How was school?” You asked, smoothing back Abel’s hair as he leaned into your side, “Good. Daddy and Grandma had to come.”

You looked over at Jax in question, “oh?”

Jax had placed Thomas and Harry on the couch, giving them their tablets to keep them occupied. He leaned down to kiss your forehead, “The school called child services.”

You about gave yourself whiplash looking up at him,”What? Why?”

Jax sighed, sitting in the chair next to your bed that had an imprint of his body at this point from how much time he spent in it. He pulled Cassie into his lap and placed a kiss on her head, “show mommy your arm, buddy.”

Abel pulled his sleeve up to reveal a bandage, causing you to look over at Jax, who nodded his head at you to take it off. You took a deep breath before pulling it off, only to reveal 4 deep scratches on his arm.

You carefully examined his arm, tears in your eyes as you looked at your oldest, “what happened, baby?”

“Grandma scratched me.” Abel said, leaning back into your side as you looked at your husband in disbelief,” what?”

He leaned forward and grabbed your hand as Cassie slid off his lap to go sit with her brothers. Jax placed a kiss on your knuckles, “Wendy said she didn’t see anything when she got him dressed this morning but mom takes him to school. I don’t know what to do, babe.”

You sighed, “something’s been up with her. Every time she comes, she almost looks guilty? I don’t know. Something is just weird.”

It was quiet between you two for a moment before Jax quietly spoke, “I’m so sorry.”

“Don’t”

Jax shook his head, looking up at you with tears in his eyes, “this is my fault. I should have come with you. I should have just stayed with you that night.”

“You couldn’t have known what was going to happen, Jackson. If you stayed and the kids were home, what do you think would have happened to them? What happened that night...was not your fault.”

Jax’s phone rang before he could reply, looking up at you apologetically, “I gotta take this.”

You nodded your head as you gave his hand a squeeze, “go. Wendy is gonna be here soon. I’ll be fine with the kids.”

Jax nodded, leaning forward so he could place a kiss on your lips, “i love you”

“I love you too.”

After finally getting released from the hospital, you were allowed to go home. It was weird at first, being back in the house where you almost died and where two people did get killed but you couldn’t live in fear anymore.

It took you a while before getting back in the groove of things but Wendy and Brooke were a big help. Wendy helped with Abel and Cassie while Brooke helped with Thomas and Harry. Gemma would take Abel and Cassie to school when Wendy would have to work over at ™.

Something had been up with Jax since last night. He hadn’t come to bed after Wendy had left and you woke up to find him sitting in Abel’s room. You both had decided to tell Abel that Wendy was his real mom since she had done so much for both of you since you had been in the hospital and he took it well. You don’t think he fully understands what it actually meant but you both explained to him that you didn’t love him any less since you didn’t give birth to him and that you wouldn’t get offended if he wanted to call Wendy ‘mommy’ too.

Laying on the couch after finally getting the kids to bed, you sat in silence, enjoying the comfort of being home. It had seemed like Abel had been protective over you the last few days. You heard the front door open and let a smile make its way across your face.

Jax sat next to you on the couch as you leaned into his side. You noticed the look on his face, “Jax, what’s wrong?”

“Last night, after I put Abel to bed,” he started, “and he said something that really threw me off.”

“What’d he say?”

Jax didn’t speak right away, which made you worry so you sat up and turned to face him.

“What’d he tell you, Jax?” you quietly asked, grabbing onto his hand. Jax gave it a squeeze as he sniffled, causing you to turn his head to look at you, which now worried you even more at whatever your four year had told him.

“He said that...that Gemma hurt you and killed Tara so he could be with Wendy.” He spoke in a quiet voice.

You furrowed your eyebrows at him as you tried to process your husband’s words. It explained why Abel had been protective over you and his siblings. And why Gemma had looked guilty whenever she had come to see you. You let out a sigh as you leaned back into the couch.

“I talked to Unser earlier,” he continued, “the name of the guy he gave Jary and the same guy who my mother ID’d...wasn’t even in Charming that night. He spent that night in the drunk tank in Vegas.”

You furrowed your eyebrows at the details, “So what? They know something about that night then? About who really attacked me?”

Jax sighed, running his hand over his face as he leaned his head back on the couch to look up at the ceiling. Tears had welled up in his eyes as he let one fall, “I’m so sorry, baby.”

You were quick to pull Jax into your embrace,” you have nothing to be sorry for. It’s not your fault.”

You held Jax that night in bed as he kept whispering apologies, you giving constant reassurance that he didn’t do anything. You had been feeling off all day. Your meds didn’t seem like they were working and your head had been pounding all day along with your ribs throbbing all morning.

“(y/n), are you okay?” Brooke asked, walking over to you at the sink. You nodded your head, looking down at Abel’s cup you had been washing. There was just a weird feeling in your stomach the entire time you were doing the dishes but you didn’t know what.

“Yeah, you’re looking a little pale, sweetheart,” Wendy said, “I can call Jax if you need me to.”

You shook your head, turning away from the sink, drying your hands off with a towel, “I think I need to lie down. My meds aren’t working right now.”

Wendy nodded her head as she helped you to your room, “I’ll call the school and tell them I’ll get Abel and Cassie. Let them know you’re not feeling okay.”

You nodded, pulling the covers up as you laid down.

“Just yell if you need anything.” Wendy gave you a smile, turning to leave the room

“Wendy?”

She stopped in the doorway, turning to look at you over her shoulder, “Thank you. For helping with Jax and the boys.”

She gave you a warm smile, “It’s the least I could do after you let me see my son.” She gave a thankful before making her way out of the room.

Everything Jax had worked so hard for, was going to shit. Turns out, Clay had dug SAMCRO into a deep hole with the Irish and Jax couldn’t get out as quickly as he had hoped.

Plus, you and Jax both found out Tara was filing to prove you and Jax were unfit parents to Abel, Cassie, Harry, and Thomas. You both had no idea what’s been going on with her. You, of course, hadn’t been around her since she attacked you, causing you to lose the baby.

You wanted Tara’s head on a platter for taking your children. Tara had been trying to tear SAMCRO apart since day one. Ever since high school when her and Jax were together; she wanted him to leave SAMCRO. She wanted him to leave the club and Charming with her after high school but SAMCRO was his legacy.

Since Tara got arrested, she had it out for everyone in the club. She wanted it to burn. She had contacted Lowen about getting put in Witpro with your children if she gave up SAMCRO to get her charges dropped.

Jad had Tara followed and went to meet with her to get your children back. He told you he was going to turn himself in for distributing the guns used in the school shooting. Which meant, you wouldn’t get to see your husband for a while. You had said your goodbyes before he went to see Tara, the boys had your children so you and Jax could have a moment before he got arrested, not wanting your kids to see it happen.

Oh, how you should have gone to the ice cream shop instead.

You were cleaning up the kitchen, knowing after Jax was gone, you wouldn’t have any energy to clean the house. The front door had opened and you placed the towel on the counter, turning to see...Tara.

“What the hell are you doing here?” You asked, leaning against the counter as Tara stood in the doorway, “Jax said I need to be here to sign the paperwork with the DA.”

You nodded your head, turning back to the sink.

“I never meant to hurt you or Jax.”

You cut Tara off with a dry laugh, “Seriously? Then what do you call taking my children, filing for custody, and giving up the club? Oh! And attacking me, causing me to lose my child?”

Angry tears welled up in your eyes as you turned to face her again. She almost looked...remorseful?

“I’ve lost everything because of SAMCRO. My job, my life. I have nothing because of that damn club!”

“We never asked for your help!” you exclaimed, irritated at the woman, “You decided to talk to Otto on your own! We never said anything to you about talking to him! What you did, you decided to do on your own! It’s all on you!”

Tara sighed, running her hands over her face, “I just...I just thought…”

“Thought what? If you did this one thing, Jax would want you again? Newsflash, Tara! He doesn’t want you anymore! He’s MY husband! The father of MY children! He stopped being yours the day you left Charming!”

You were both crying at this point; Tara over hearing the harsh truth and you over the frustration Tara had caused over the last few years.

You wiped your tears with the back of your hand, taking a deep breath as you shook your head, “I can’t deal with this right now. Jax is gonna be here soon and I’d rather not spend the last few moments with him all depressed. Just...help yourself to whatever. I need to clean up.”

Making your way down the hallway, you stopped at each of your children’s rooms, wanting more than anything to be with your family before Jax goes away. But, you and Jax didn’t want them to see him getting arrested.

You had it all arranged with the club. Chibs was going to step up and take over for the club with Tig as VP and Happy would remain SGT At Arms. They would help you with whatever you needed.

Making your way to the bathroom, you heard Tara rustling about in the kitchen. Looking over at yourself in the mirror, you cringed; your eyes were red and puffy and your face was pale and blotchy. Splashing your face with cold water, you dried it off with a towel.

A crash came from the kitchen, causing you to furrow your eyebrows as you walked through the hallway. Your eyes widened when you saw Tara and Gemma fighting with each other.

“What the fuck!” You exclaimed, rushing over to grab Gemma off of Tara, except what you didn’t see was the iron in her hand.

Gemma swung her hand back, hitting you in the ribs with it, causing you to let out a yelp of pain. You stumbled back,one hand holding onto the counter for support with the other holding your side.

Neither of the two seemed to notice as they kept fighting. You took a deep breath, breathing through the pain.

You moved towards them, grabbing onto Gemma’s arm, causing her to turn and hit you across the head with the iron; immediately dropping to the floor.

Gemma dropped the iron as realization of what she had done flashed across her face, “oh my god!”

“What did you do!” Tara cried as Gemma looked back at her, “This is your fault!”

“You hit her!” Tara exclaimed, turning to face the clock on the counter. Jax would be home any minute but Tara needed to make sure he got here sooner. She glanced at the phone on the counter, lunging for it as Gemma moved with her, grabbing onto the back of her head, holding her head down in the water filled sink. Tara blindly reached around for something to defend herself with.

Gemma reached for the knife Tara had almost grabbed and plunged into the back of her head. Once. Twice. Three times before she stopped struggling and the sink turned red from the blood rushing out of the wounds on her head.

Leaving the knife in her head, Gemma backed away from the sink, realizing what she had done. Tara’s body had fallen onto the floor, across from (Y/N)’s body.

Gemma had fallen onto the floor as she began to sob.

You sat up with a gasp, sweat on your forehead. You looked around your room in a panic, realizing where you were.

“(Y/N)!” Brooke exclaimed, rushing into the room, “are you okay?”

You shook your head, clenching the sheets between your fingers as Brooke tried to help you calm your breathing, “Do you need me to call Gemma?”

Your eyes widened in a panic at hearing her name, shaking your head frantically, “No. Don’t!”

Brooke furrowed her eyebrows but nodded her head, “I’ll call Jax, okay?”

By the time Jax showed up, you were sitting on the couch, wrapped up in a blanket with Thomas on your lap as Harry sat on the floor in front of you, playing with his toys.

Jax had walked over to Brooke as he shrugged off his kutte, “what happened?”

Brooke shrugged, “I went to get diapers out of Thomas and Harry’s room and I looked into your guys’ room and she was up, sweating, looking all freaked out. I offered to call Gemma but she got even more freaked out so I called you.”

Jax nodded as he walked over to you, leaning down to ruffle Harry’s hair as he sat next to you on the couch. Thomas let out a squeal at the sight of his father; Jax smiling at his youngest, “Hey buddy.”

Jax placed his hand on top of yours, causing you to turn your head to look at him,”what happened?”

You took a deep breath, giving his hand a squeeze, “I went to lay down because my head was killing me. I fell asleep and...I remember what happened that night.”

Jax looked at you in shock, clearly taken back by your words, “what?”

“My head had been throbbing all day and so had my ribs and now I know why,” you explained, “Tara came over and we argued about everything she did after she got out of jail. Taking the kids, filing for custody, going to Lowen about you guys.”

“She said SAMCRO ruined her life after she went to jail,” you continued, “I told her that you guys never asked her to talk to Otto . She thought if she did it, you would want her back. So, I told her you were my husband, the father of my children. That she lost you the day she left Charming.”

“What happened after that?” Jax asked. You took a deep breath, “I went to clean up in the bathroom and I heard a crash so I went to look. Gemma and Tara were fighting in the kitchen.”

“I went to pull them apart and Gemma hit me in the ribs with the iron. I don’t think she realized what she did because they kept going. I went to pull them apart and that’s when Gemma turned and hit me across the head with it. Next thing I know, I’m waking up in the hospital as a person of interest in Tara’s murder. Tara was still alive when Gemma hit me.”

Jax had tears in his eyes as he looked up at the ceiling, “Jesus christ!”

Brooke walked into the living room and gave you a weak smile as she had tears in her eyes, “I’m gonna put the boys down so you two can talk.”

You both thanked her as you turned to face Jax. You knew he was torn on what he needed to do. Jax was a momma’s boy. Gemma helped him through everything. But, Gemma almost killed you and most likely killed Tara. She let Jax believe the Chinese hurt you and killed Tara. Everything that had happened was her fault.

“What’s going on in that head of yours?” You asked in a quiet voice. Jax turned to face you, giving you a small smile, eyes roaming over your face, “Just...how fucked up our lives have gotten these last few years. All the pain this club has brought you; Clay almost killing you, losing Opie, Abel getting taken, and everything with Tara. I never wanted any of that for you.”

You shushed Jax as you grabbed his hands in yours, “ Stop. I knew what your life was like. I grew up around the club, Jackson. I know what comes with being your old lady. Everything that happened, it happened for a reason. Yes, it crushed me, losing our baby. But we have four wonderful children.”

“And what happened with Clay? He thought I was going to tell you about the letters. And I was. I planned on telling you when we were gone that weekend. Give you a club-free weekend to decide what you were gonna do,” you continued, “Opie checked out of the club the day he buried his wife. He knew that if you died, Clay would have taken the club back and made it worse. Ope knew that you were the savior of SAMCRO. He made that decision for you.”

Jax didn’t know how you were able to find explanations for everything that’s happened. He had believed that everything that happened to you was because of every bad thing he had done.

He thought you were too good for him. Jax didn’t think he deserved anything good because he wasn’t a good person. He’s lied, cheated, killed. And you? You were there to pull him out before he went too deep into his thoughts.

“I don’t know what to do, babe.” Jax sighed, causing you to give his hand a squeeze, “There’s one person you can talk to.”

Jax looked at you in confusion, “who?”

“Juice,” You responded, “you said that he and your mother gave a name to Jarry about that night. So he has to know something.”

Jax nodded his head, tugging you into his embrace, placing a kiss on your forehead as you cuddled into his chest; both of you not planning on moving for a while.

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pandapupremade · 3 years ago

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Winter Warmth

SHIP: Matsuyuki (St.ory of S.easons) x Della (self insert)

WORDS: 2,959

CONTENT WARNINGS: Descriptions of head injury / concussions, mentions of loss of consciousness and descriptions of lightheadedness / weakness. Mentions / descriptions of food as well, and mentions of murder (though nothing actually happens in that sense)

DESCRIPTION: Winter is looming, and Della seeks out blankets for the animals. Despite this cold weather, xe finds that xe has to tend to an unexpected guest - and, well, it’s also kind of xyr fault in a way that he needs to be a guest.

NOTES: Della is a trans man who alternates between he/him and xe/him pronouns. Also, a lot of this was written in the middle of the night and then continued early in the morning, so. I was tired. Finally, this is the longest one-shot selfship fic I think I’ve ever written. Reblogs are appreciated, but by no means required!

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According to the radio, snow was on its way. Della had prepared the last few months for the arrival of winter, so fodder stock was of no concern. Additionally, he'd already spread out crops he could grow this season, and the animals were safe inside and warm, and as was he. Overall, the rancher had little worry about the oncoming white wonderland. Xe had already gotten a lot of this under xyr belt, despite having only lived here a year, and a change of weather was a peace of cake.

The townsfolk were very similar, although probably even more prepared. Their stocks adjusted to the latest seeds or produce or hot items, and that was pretty much standard for any seasoning shift. Della did note the day before the forecast expected snow, though, that xe would need something in particular - a few extra blankets for the animals. This is something he could only hope was also available at the Hoof House Animal Shop, or at least was available to borrow from the owners...

Walking into town, xe would find the shop right away to xyr left. Entering, xe noticed Patricia seemed on a break, or was at least absent from her livestock counter. Instead, Della was greeted by Patricia's daughter, Bridget, who ran the pet section.

"Ah, hi Della! How are you?" The short hair brunette smiled gently as Della approached the counter. "Are you all set for winter?"

"For the most part, I'd say." Della returned a smile. "I'm grabbing last minute supplies though...Do you happen to sell blankets here? For animals, that is."

Bridget paused. "Hm...I'm not entirely sure...We mostly provide the livestock themselves.." She frowned. "And I think our animals are using theirs. I'm so sorry, Della."

"Don't worry, dont worry. " Della dismissed her worries carefully with a shake of xyr head. "I figured if I couldnt get any here, I'd see what Karina could offer."

"Ah! That might be smart. I'm sure with the right materials, she could sew something up for you."

"Exactly. Thanks though, Bridget. Tell your mom I said hi."

"Will do!" And so with a wave and the ring of the bell that hung on the front door, Della headed to the salon (otherwise known as Salon Ailes D'ange, or something along those lines).

Della walked through the streets once again. Xe climbed up the steps of the town - apparently built on a large hill or something - and although such an act took getting used to, xyr feet finally avoided soreness. It was also much less often that xe ran out of breath, but xe wouldn't lie and say the cold air helped that part. Inhaling deeply, xe looked up at the sky and quietly hoped the snow would hold off until xe got some quilts...The salon neared now.

"Della!" This new voice interrupted xyr walk towards the salon door, but it at least wasn't unwelcome to hear. Next to the salon was a flower shop, and Della had befriended the owner's granddaughter, Linh. It was that girl approached xem now.

"Hi Linh. What's up?"

"U-um! Here..." She held out an envelope. "Grandpa said to give this to you."

"To me?" Della was a little surprised. Xe wasn't particularly close to her grandfather, Nyugen, and had no idea what was possibly in this letter. Still, xe took it from Linh. "Did he tell you what it was?"

"Umm...I-I think he said it might inspire you. Other than that, I'm afraid not."

"Well, I'll find out then." And so, xe tore open the envelope, and...xe gave a little chuckle. "Ah, good old Nyugen..."

"W-what is it?" Linh seemed confused.

"It's a poster." Xe turned the parchment around so xyr friend could see. It featured a lot of flowers and pretty words advertising the shop. "I'll tell you honestly - it does inspire a bit of graphic design in my heart."

Linh replied with a small giggle. "I can see that..." She smiled. "W-well, I delivered it, so I should get back to the shop, then."

"Sounds good. Let your grandpa know I got the message, loud and clear."

"Oh, I'll be sure to. Have a good day, Della!"

Linh went back next door, while Della carefully put the poster back in the envelope. After, xe put it in xyr pocket and headed into Karina's shop at long last, where the problem could finally be solved...

...Sort of. Karina had no fabric thick enough on hand, and Della knew the best results would be through a commission anyway. Xe would have to head back to xyr house quickly to retrieve some materials, then come back and pay Karina to put those materials together into some cozy quilts in a few days' time. It wasn't an unfamiliar process for Della, but it wasn't a quick one. There was nothing left to do but head back to xyr house for the necessary items.

Inconveniently, fate would insist xe'd run into yet another individual wanting a form of conversation. It wasn't obvious at first, but the moment xe left Karina's salon there was a different feel to the air...but it wasn't the snow.

Xe was able to ignore it for a while. Xe made it through the whole town, actually, without much hassle. This much he could be thankful for, because it wouldn't be fun for anyone there if the situation spiraled. So if nothing else, it wasn't the new figure's form of entertainment to do anything in the open. That was not saying much about them, though.

Within minutes, Della reached xyr farm safely. But Xe wasn't walking at any leisurely pace, and it was quickly called out upon xyr approach to a storage bin.

"...You're in a hurry today."

Della tensed at the voice, glancing around. "You're one to talk. You couldn't even wait until I got home to stalk me?"

"I waited until you were alone to close in. Is that not enough?"

"No."

Suddenly, tone shifted more. From an unknown location, kunai were flying towards xem. Xe ducked down. The assassin made his appearance behind xem, at which xe swung xyr leg at his own. To avoid being tripped entirely, the man jumped away again several feet.

"Fancy footwork you've got today, Matsuyuki!" Della complimented with a grin as xe stood. "Did you learn that from ballet?"

The shadowed man a few feet away scoffed, eyes narrowed as he stanced himself again. And once again he ran forward. This time, Della took no chances, and provided an anticlimactic end. Xe grabbed a bucket beside xyr storage box and, with surprising speed and strength, slammed it into the threat. Matsuyuki apparently hadn't seen it coming at all, but Della had learned by now that he never saw any of xyr abilities coming.

In other words, he had a nasty habit of underestimating people. Thanks to that, the ninja now laid on the ground motionless for a few moments. An iron bucket to the head might do that to someone, actually. Della had a brief worry he might be dead...but for better or worse, he wasn't dead.

He twitched, groaning and rolling from his side onto his stomach, trying with shaky hands to get up. Maybe a bit pathetic for a man who talked so big, but...Della knew he was technically just a man...also, the whole iron bucket thing.

"Don't hurt yourself more, buddy." Xe sighed, tossing xyr "weapon" to the side and walking over. Matsuyuki's hair was partially in his face as he shot a harsh glare up at xem.

"Don't...mock me."

"Can you get up?"

"O...of course."

"...Then why haven't you gotten up?"

"...."

"...Do you want h-"

"No."

He still had it in him to reply way too quickly and deny assistance, obviously. But Della still stopped at the interruption. Xe glanced at the storage bin, then back at Matsuyuki. He'd probably be fine. Xe can't have not hit him this hard before in these, uh...matches? Whatever they were, Della knew he'd faced plenty of injuries. Those injuries were probably not all from xem, considering his job.

Maybe that was cold. The air was also cold, and Della wanted to ensure xyr animals wouldn't be cold. If snow was going to hit starting tomorrow, Della wanted to be prepared. Xe could wait a few days for the quilts, but it'd be much smarter to get that process going before worrying about a man who was literally trying to kill xem.

"If you say so." Xe started off towards the storage again, grabbing cloth made from the wool of sheep and alpaca. This was material Karina often used to make commissioned clothes - like the long, white winter coat Della wore right now - so she had offered to make the blankets in the same fashion.

He put these items in his bag, then turned back to Matsuyuki. Finally, the ninja was on his knees at least. "There you go." Della shook xyr head. "But if you're still here when I get back, I'm getting you to a doctor."

Oh, how cruel. Indeed, that was possibly the worst threat a killer like Matsuyuki could receive: compassion.

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Della successfully made it back to the salon. After a quick conversation, Karina confirmed she could do it, payment was exchanged, and Della would be on xyr way again.

Xe hoped for a little break now, but this town was full of friendly faces. It wasn't a day in Olive Town if you didn't see everyone around, was it? But the next duo was an interesting coincidence, Della wouldn't lie.

"Ah, good morning Della." A black haired young man smiled warmly, while an older and slightly bulkier man shared the facial sentiments beside him.

"Ah, Iori! And Dosetsu, too..." Della greeted them with a small wave of xyr hand. "Coming back from fishing?"

"You know our routine well." Iori nodded.

"If I may, Sir Della..." began Dosetsu, his face tensing. "You seem quite frazzled. Is everything alright with you?"

"Hm?" Della blinked. "Frazzled? What do you mean?"

"My apologies." Dosetsu shook his head. Perhaps I'm mistaken."

"Yes, you seem like your mind is elsewhere. Did something ha..." Iori's voice trailed off, and his brow furrowed a bit. "Was it that wretched cat again?"

"You might say that." Della sighed, seeming much more tired than anything else. Xe certainly did not seem to share the alarmed notions of the other two. "It's fine, I handled it. No harm done."

"You're more skilled than the eye implies, Della." Iori shook his head. "Even so, I implore you to allow myself to deal with him. After all, I am his target..."

"No, young master, you're not to put yourself in the path of danger! It is my job to protect you." Always worried, Dosetsu was. Still, it wasn't without reason here...But it wasn't worth it, either.

"Both of you can stay away from trouble." Della's words drew surprise from them. "At this point, Matsuyuki's target might as well be me. He's realized I'm standing in the way of Iori, and wants to take me out before anything else. I don't think he's even tried to target you for a while."

"B-but Della, that's -" Iori started, only to be interrupted again.

"No buts. I'm keeping you safe, and on top of that...If i don't deal with Matsuyuki, I'll die too." At this being pointed out, Iori and his retainer both fell silent. The vibes were a bit stressful now, and Della chose to try and change that. Xe smiled again. "So what kind of fish did you guys catch?"

"Fish?" Iori paused, then remembered the topic they'd initially started. "Ah, yes. We've caught a good assortment. Would you like any? Perhaps you can grill some later on..."

"If you're offering free fish, I can't turn you down." Della chuckled. "And I'll offer you some later, too, if you'd like." It seemed offering each other's catches was the dynamic of friends who fished...And of friends who were marked for death, apparently.

........

When Della returned to the farm, Matsuyuki was nowhere in sight. Xe considered this a good thing, really. Maybe all that worry about the guy was needless after all. He could handle himself.

Tossing any unused cloth back into xyr storage box of choice, xe chose to go towards xyr house, but...xe paused and looked up at the clouds. Small flurries began to fall, and although the snow wouldn't stick quite yet, xe cursed the weatherman for inaccuracy. The snowfall hadn't been promised until tomorrow.

"Man..." Della grumbled to himself. He glanced briefly at the seeds he'd planted, and then the barn and coop, and then walked into his home. This was all stuff he could worry about later. For now, he had fish to cook for lunch. Yes, despite all the morning's excitement, it was really only about one in the afternoon. Such was Della's life, and he'd long adjusted to its routine.

...Or so he had thought. Today's schedule was going to alternate unexpectedly, as xe heard a thud on xyr porch. It seemed Matsuyuki was back, and Della couldn't believe how bad his timing was...Nor how bad his stealth was...Was he really trying to attack a second time, or was he just observing? Either way, he'd let himself be known.

Putting the heat on her cooking a little lower, and glanced around. He chose a broom as his weapon for now, figuring it was all he needed. And then he approached the door.

Della expected to either see Matsuyuki out there prepared to attack, or see nothing and be left to assume he ran away once his cover was blown. The former was actually less likely, as he wasn't that up front. The second was also unlikely, however, becasuse he was a stubborn guy. So there was kind of a fifty-fifty chance here.

Much to Della's surprise, the answer was neither. The assassin had collapsed on xyr porch - not unconsciously, but clearly a little dizzy. Had he just lost his balance? Or was this some kind of trick? Regardless, Della wasn't the type to deny someone potential help, and chose to follow his heart instead of his brain. He rushed to the man's side.

"Hey, Matsuyuki." Della pulled him up into a sitting position. "You alive?" Yeah, he definitely was conscious, at least, and showed this with a glare.

"D-don't..touch me..."

"Too late. Can you stand?" Della began to lift him with strength xyr thin arms didn't imply at all. He managed to get to his feet with this help. "Put your arm around my shoulder."

He didn't, so Della put it around xyr shoulders for him. "Man, you're a wreck."

"W-why are you...?"

"I'm not letting you stumble around my property like this all day, that's why." Della shook xyr head. "Now come on, it's cold out here." It sure was, and with a low grumble, Matsuyuki accepted defeat and allowed himself to be helped inside the house.

Once inside, Della led him to xyr bed. "Now, keep conscious - if you have a concussion, the last thing you want is to pass out. I don't think you have one, but just in case."

Quickly, xe hurried to grab something frozen, and a dish towel that could be wrapped around it. He also quickly flipped the still-grilling fish, relieved to see it hadn't burned. In fact, it looked like it was perfectly coming along. Good thing.

Returning to the side of the weirdly harmless assassin, Della put a towel-wrapped bag of frozen vegetables on his head. He immediately tensed, and Della apologized quickly with a comment of, "Alright, sorry, that's cold.."

Now, Della reached for his mask, figuring it'd be easier if he could breathe clearer...But at this, he turned his head away completely, shutting his eyes. Obviously, he didn't want that off. "Okay, okay, I'll leave that be..." What a fickle patient. "Just stay lying down, alright?"

There was no reply, so Della returned to his stove for a few minutes longer. Despite everything, lunch was coming along well. Maybe he'd also put on some rice or something quick...It seemed like a nice compliment to the fish. So he did, and soon the meal was fully prepared.

He dished up some rice into a bowl and placed fish on a plate...and then put both on a standing tray. "Hey, do you like fish?"

Matsuyuki had been so silent and still this whole time that Della was surprised when he actually looked over with...A bit of interest, maybe?

"...Yes."

Della blinked slowly. But maybe held back a light laugh. "I'll admit, I thought you might've died. But here." Xe walked over, placing the tray over him. "You have to sit up a little, but I can also use pillows to prop you up if you really need that..."

Thankfully, it seemed he was able to sit up without a word. His hands were slightly shaky, but he seemed in better shape even after a few minutes. Maybe he WAS hardier than he looked.

He took a few bites of the fish, though, and...For a moment his eyes widened a little...And then he ate more. Della had never seen this man eat, but something told xem that he didn't usually scarf down food this way.

"Is my cooking that good?" Xe teased, and expected no real reply. But instead Matsuyuki stopped...and maybe entirely avoided his gaze.

"...It's not bad."

"Hmm. I'll take the compliment." And Della went to serve xemself some food, too.

Winter was on its way, but Della wondered if the cold was lessening just a little inside the house. Xe imagined tomorrow's snow would bring it back, but...for now a little warmth wasn't so bad.

(Maybe there was a sense of flowers blooming, too. Thanks for that poster, Nyugen.)

#god that intro is long im sorry #not safe for echo #kermitwriting #ok 2 reblog #🖤🤺 Sneaky Smooches (Matsuyuki)#🌙🍒 Della (Self Insert)#🍄 Iori tag (Platonic)

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princecharmingwinks · 4 years ago

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i cant believe you said you dont write for fandoms!! these are ending up AMAZING! have another fail date for you to make better: we went four-wheel driving over the dunes out bush, we took my car but he drove because he's done the route before. we were the second car in the convoy and because my car is a little smaller than the others it couldnt make it up the last dune! it nearly made it over before sliding back into the sand and ended up half buried! (1/2)

(2/2) the rest of the group had to drag and push us out with planks and chains etc while we were stuck inside because no way in hell i was opening the door to let the sand in! so three wheels in the sand, waiting on our rescue, irl it was a bit awkward but im hoping you'll rewrite a better ending <3

Awww concussed dragon, you are sooo sweet! Thank you! Your unique failed dates are great to work with. Alrighty, let's get into this one! So the pack got big in this one and while most don't have lines, I liked the idea of everyone being there (or almost for anyone I missed haha). I left some of the couple combos up to interpretation so feel free to ship at your leisure.

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The pack, after much pestering from a certain human/spark, were finally going on their camping trip. The alpha had finally conceded when Stiles had shot him a pout and hopeful eyes. Derek had reluctantly agreed and ignored the snickering of his betas in the corner of the room.

On the morning of the trip, everyone was pairing up into groups of drivers and passengers so no one drove alone and there were less cars.

Derek and Stiles were the last members out of the rebuilt Hale House. Derek had been locking up and Stiles was finishing off some wards to ensure there were no unwanted visitors while they were away. He was still learning to harness his spark but small wards of protection were easy enough. Defensive magic was easier, offensive was another story.

Stiles threw his bag into the back of the jeep and glanced around.

"So, who's joining Roscoe and me?"

Erica snickered, "Derek."

"What?" Stiles and Derek snapped in unison. Well at least Stiles had a punctuation mark, Derek's not so much.

"I'm with Danny, Lydia and Jacks." Kira spoke up. "Scott, Malia, and Isaac are with Allison."

"I'm obviously with my boy." Erica jumped onto Boyd's back, who was used to his girlfriend's antics and easily caught her. "And Theo is meeting us there after picking up Liam from work. Everyone's paired up so that just leaves you two."

Stiles felt his heart flutter but managed to keep his voice even as he spoke, "Alright Alpha My Alpha, let's get going."

Derek didn't say a word as he slid into the passenger seat of the jeep. Everything would be fine.

Everything was not fine. Stiles was definitely going through a quarter life crisis at the realisation most of the pack were in couples. How did he not realise that? When had it become a prerequisite to start dating a pack member? And now it was just Stiles and the alpha. The alpha he had been in love with for years. Great...

"What's wrong?"

Stiles was pulled out of his internal panic by said alpha's soothing voice. Derek had softened over the years, showing care and concern for each member of the pack. He now bought scent-free nail polish for Erica (so the acid smell didn't upset all the were's noses), stocked Isaac's favourite gummybears and even hugged Kira willingly at her university graduation. Derek Hale was a softie.

"I'm fine, nothing wrong here, no sir." Stiles prattled. Even he heard the blatant lies without supernatural healing. He glanced to his side and was greeted by raised eyebrows.

"Ok, so I may have just realised how paired up everyone in the pack really is."

"Except us."

"Yeah," Stiles sighed. "Except us. Do you ever think about that? Like, why you haven't dated anyone since..." He trailed off. Derek didn't have the best track record for his love interests but he hadn't even been on a date for more than 3 years.

Derek looked out the window at the scenary, they were driving into the sand dune part of the journey, and for a moment Stiles thought he wasn't going to answer.

"I've been waiting."

Stiles blinked. Huh?

"For someone so smart, you're really clueless sometimes." Derek huffed, glancing back at Stiles.

"What have you been waiting for?" Stiles dared to ask. They had paused to allow Allison's four-wheel-drive to roll up the last sand dune, waiting for their turn. Roscoe would be the last time to make the climb.

"I thought it was my imagination at first but then you kept coming around and..."

It was Roscoe's turn now and Stiles slowly prepared for the final climb of the dune. He tried to keep focused on the task at hand, allowing Derek to speak his thoughts. You never rushed the alpha when he was being vulnerable.

"I know you kind of like me?" Derek voiced it as a question but all Stiles heard was sirens in his brain. Derek knew? Stiles' foot slid off the peddle and they immediately started rolling backwards, fast.

"Shit! Shit, shit shit." Stiles acted quickly but it wasn't enough. Roscoe descended the sand dune and sank, refusing to move. Sand on either side of them blocked the bottom of their doors. They were officially stuck.

Stiles rested his head on the steering wheel and slowed his breathing. There were multiple crises going on but most had solutions.

The others would work out they hadn't made the climb soon enough or Theo and Liam would find them on their way through. So either way, Roscoe being stuck wasn't a massive deal. The real dilemma was Stiles' outed feelings for Derek.

The same Derek that was eyeing Stiles with concern as he called Kira to request some assist. Stiles heard him hang up before the sound of a door handle being jiggled. He snapped his head up.

"Whoa there sourwolf, there is to be no sand storm in this car, thankyouverymuch." He reached out and tugged the alpha's hand away from the door.

"I figured me getting out and pushing was the preferred option to sitting here with you in a state of panic at my assumption."

Stiles pulled his hand back. "What?"

"Look, we can just forget I ever said anything, alright? I get I'm not the most desirable crush to have. It's probably just familiarity and your sense of loyalty that's fueled your scent around me anyway. Don't worry about it."

Stiles shook his head, "Oh no you don't. You opened that can of worms and I'm no coward." The spark met Derek's gaze. Had he been planning on ignoring his feelings for the alpha? Sure. But was he going to run away from a moment like this? Nope. Stiles Stilinski was a lot of things but after running with wolves and other supernaturals for most of his life, he knew when he needed to tackle something head on.

"Now, before you go down your rabbit hole of I'm-not-good-enough crazy talk, I've got something to say."

Derek nodded like the soft alpha he was and turned to face Stiles more fully.

"You, Derek Alexander Hale, are amazing. A little on the martyr side but that's because you are so protective of your pack. I'd be crazy to not fall in love with you. That's right, love not like. I've been in love with you for years but how was a kid like me going to catch the alpha's eye? I didn't want to ruin our friendship. This," He gestured between them. "This is important to me. I don't want to ruin it."

Derek released a sigh of relief? Stiles couldn't read his eyebrows which was disappointing when he was the most expert at interpreting the alpha's facial expressions.

Then Derek was darting forward and claiming Stiles' lips in a searing kiss. Stiles went with it, almost unbelieving that any of this was happening.

Derek eventually pulled back and rested his forehead against Stiles'.

"Worth the wait." The alpha whispered, grinning, bunny teeth all on display.

"Two way street here. You could've said something too. How long have you liked me?"

Derek blushed and it was only because they were so close that Stiles saw the pink of his cheeks and ears.

"I've always liked you, even if I didn't always show it. But love? I think I've loved you since you woke me up on an elevator floor by punching me. You could have left without me but you didn't."

Stiles pouted, "Since then?"

Derek raised an eyebrow, "What's wrong?"

Stiles pushed Derek back and clumsily crawled across the gear stick to straddle the alpha's lap.

"We could have been having the best sex of my life for years, Derek! Years! We've got a lot of making up to do." Stiles dove in to kiss Derek this time. The alpha happily drew Stiles in closer, curling his arms around the spark's slim waist.

A knock on the window, interrupted their make-out session. Boyd's face appeared with judging eyebrows to rival Derek's.

"Heard you needed a hand." Boyd spoke loudly with a smirk as Derek's hand moved away from Stiles' ass to rest safely on his back.

"What's Erica doing?" Stiles asked, leaning over Derek to squint at the blonde chatting wildly on the phone. Derek focused his hearing.

"Turns out I'm not the only one who was waiting." Derek grinned, "And everyone apparently owes Lydia money."

They did eventually get Roscoe out of the sand dune thanks to the advantages of going camping with multiple supernatural creatures. By the time everyone was settled in the camp and Erica had informed Theo and Liam on the events of the day, Lydia was a very rich woman.

Stiles couldn't complain though. Not when the alpha was snuggled between his legs as Stiles sat on the log and Derek roasted them marshmallows. Apparently no one trusted Stiles near an open flame following the incident with that vampire clan. Stiles combed his fingers through Derek's hair and looked around at the pack. This camping trip was the best idea ever.

Ok so I must confess I do not camp like...ever and have no idea how four-wheel-driving works so please forgive any major errors in that department. I tweaked things a bit from your prompt sorry. I just couldn't imagine Stiles letting anyone else drive Roscoe. Hope you enjoyed! Thanks for popping in!

#sterek #teen wolf #derek hale #stiles stilinski #princecharminganswers #princecharmingwrites

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arctichotch · 4 years ago

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derek morgan x f!bau!reader - you got me, baby

feel free to send me any requests!

request: Hii! Soo what about one shot with Derek x female!reader and something like “see I found you, so don’t die on me now”? Basically pure angst, Derek and y/n are dating and ending is on you. Just an idea so if you’re not feeling like writing this thats okay! Thankss anyway☺️

wc: 1.1k

warnings: angst, reader injury, kind of talk of death/dying, hospitals,

A/N: some angst and fluff for sir derek morgan. don’t know if i’m too happy with this but dont think it’s horrendously bad either

-=+=-

how many days had it been?

you weren’t sure. there were no windows. no way to tell when the sun went down and when the moon took its place. it was driving you crazy. you just wanted to know the time, was that too much to ask?

you weren’t even positive what happened. one second you were walking home from work and the next you woke up with a searing pain in the back of your head.

your ears were ringing. vision blurry. you felt nauseous. and you felt like you could sleep for weeks. you ticked all the boxes for a concussion.

though now some of those symptoms had dissipated. you weren’t sure if that was a good thing, that you were starting to recover or if your body was slowly shutting down and not processing pain any longer.

either way, you just wanted to go home. to see your team. to see derek.

you didn’t know the man who had taken you, although he knew you, and made sure you knew that when he came to see you. you assumed he was related to one of your past cases. but you just couldn’t remember.

you didn’t think you were going to make it out of here. the team won’t find you in time, judging by how much harder it was getting to keep your eyes open.

you smiled, thinking of reid, knowing he would remember who this mysterious man was. why he wanted revenge.

reid. how you missed him. you hoped you would see him again. he was your best friend. always there for each other what with both of you being the youngest on the team. his intelligence amazed you. how could one person retain that much information?

you thought of jj, the kindest person you’ve ever met. always there as a shoulder to cry on or someone to laugh with. she was so good to everyone. you would miss her.

and hotch? hotch was possibly the strictest person you’ve ever come across. you could probably count how many times you’d seen him smile. but you knew that deep down, there was a soft side to him, one that was slowly being snuffed out every time he had to face the horrors of the job he worked, what the job had taken from him. you hoped he wouldn’t blame himself after you were gone.

emily. tough, stubborn, sweet emily. who buries her feelings beneath her tough composure and her quick humour. you got along so well with emily. she could make you laugh in any situation.

rossi. the man who quickly became that of a father figure to you. the man who always offers to have the team over for dinner after a tough case. who gives cooking lessons to each of you because he can’t bare the thought of you living off of microwavable meals any longer.

penelope. oh, penelope garcia. the brightest most amazing person on earth. despite what she sees on a daily basis, she never fails to share her undying positivity with every one else. she was sunshine in a person. she was the glue to your bau family.

and derek. derek morgan. the serious, determined man who would always have your back no matter what. a typical ladies man, who ordinarily would drive you insane, however the opposite happened. you fell for him. you fell hard for him. he was the light of your life, as cheesy as it sounds. and he loved you, you knew he did. he made sure you knew. you missed him.

your vision was getting blurrier, the black spots growing, when you heard sirens. sirens? were they real or were you having some kind of auditory hallucination? you didn’t know. you just knew they were getting closer.

you heard gunshots. then doors slamming open. but the pain was getting too much. you just wanted to close your eyes. but you held on. for the team. for derek.

you looked up when you heard the door open in the empty, cold room you were in. the light was so bright, you looked away in pain, willing the pounding in your head to go away.

you heard talking, something along the lines of “she’s in here.”

then you heard it. you heard him. derek.

he came over to you and as gentle as possible, untied your hands from behind your back. “baby, baby, i’ve got you. it’s okay. you’re okay. i’m here.”

you groaned in pain, “it hurts, so bad, derek.” your head falling down, struggling to keep your eyes open.

“i know, i know. but you have to keep your eyes open for me.” he said, gently lifting your head to look in your eyes. you saw the worry in his eyes. you must have been more injured than you thought.

“derek,” you whimpered out.

“see? i found you, so don’t die on me now?” his voice full of desperation, “hold on, for me.”

that was the last thing you heard before you gave into the pain and it all went black.

-=+=-

the first thing you noticed when you woke up was the horrible, fluorescent bright lights that all hospitals had in common. god, you really hated those lights.

the second thing you noticed was the weight you felt on your right side. you gathered the energy to look down and saw derek with his head resting on your bed. and despite it all, you felt a small smile spread across your face. he was here and you were alive.

you slowly moved your hand, trying not to wake him, but also wanting to talk to him. know that he was really here right in front of you.

however your attempt to not wake him was in vain when a doctor came into check on you, he awoke instantly. he looked up at you and a bright smile spread across his face.

“you’re awake,” he smiled as he turned to the doctor, “she’s awake, doc. she’s gonna be okay? right?”

the doctor smiled back at him before coming to check on you further, “it certainly is a good sign.”

after the doctor had left, derek sat beside you once again, taking your hand and kissing it. “i was so worried about you. i love you so much.”

“i love you too.” you said weakly. your eyes were closing once again and you fell asleep, knowing that you were safe wherever derek was by your side.

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siren-virus · 4 years ago

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welp, I've finally came up with a schedule for asking you questions. Every 2-4 days after you answer something I've sent I shall make an ask, changing the themes between your OCs and their world, and Luckyboy!Ben AU. That way I won't burn you out accidently with asking about the same thing all the time XD And since my last ask was about your OCs, it's time to return to Luckyboy!Ben AU :D

Ok, first question, Would Gwen here have the necrofriggian babies? Big Chill babies (but named differently obviously)? I suspect that she would have them considering that that was something that came up from a... defect, bug, glitch, purposefully put design? in the Omnitrix, as such she should have birthed them regardless of the differences with cannon. Would anyone else know about the babies, considering it was treated as a secret in cannon but maybe not in this AU?

Also, what about Zs'Skayr? He (Is Zs'Skayr gendered? I'll treat them as male for the rest of this ask to avoid complications) is also someone that's independent of the events of the prime universe, and as such I'd imagine that he would still be a threat in this universe.

And the Loboan transformation that Ben went through in the OS, would Gwen also go through it in here as well? We know that that transformation was triggered by Werewolf when the team was attacked, forcing Ben to go through a gradual transformation.

Now back to Nekomata :D Would Ben ever reveal his identity to someone? Maybe Gwen and grandpa Max? Perhaps Rook if he manages to gain the complete trust of Ben first? What kind of situation would allow for Ben to reveal his identity as Nekomata that wasn't a life-or-death one? Because let's be real, in a life-or-death situation anyone would reveal their identities XD

We know that Ben is the favourite barista of the coffee, and with good reason, considering he's a charismatic info brooker that will kick the ass (or alien equivalent) of anyone making trouble, while also being respectful of the clients (because that's mandatory in a job like that one, but isn't it hard to find employees like that in this universe) and keeping their dietaries needs in mind. But does He has any favourite client, someone he's waiting to come because he geniunly sees them as friends even though they only see each other in the coffee? Nekomata interactions don't count for this XD I'd imagine it would be one of the plumbers kids, Kevin or Argit, But who knows? this might as well be a time to make any background character shine :P Not that I remember any of them anyways XD

NGL Im already burnt out on luckyboy (it dont take much rlly, just bored of the idea haha ;;) I'll entertain ur questions tho. maybe it'll spark me back to life. Currently hyperfixated on artfight!

I'm conflicted about this. Idk if that episode was supposed to be a metaphor for teen pregnancy (i still find it hilarious that it's a cannon mpreg episode rip!), but with Gwen it wouldn't rlly work(?) She's quite responsible, and considering her personality she'd get way too attached.

So- I would say that she has a lot better communication with Azmuth then what Ben did, and Azmuth took into consideration a lot of Gwens suggested tweeks. So, no babys- srry. They'd nerf Gwen completely. (poor thing crys over the littlest things...)

You know what? what's the harm in a little childhood trauma, we'll have Zs'Skayr. Gwen never took back control of Ghost Freak after the events of Zs'Skayr. She also never defeated him the first round, it irritates her to know end how much of a coward she was as a child. But she was a child! She's too hard on herself a lot of the times.

Oh geez this brings back memories~ I remember sitting in my loungeroom watching this episode and loving it every time.

The only reason Ben turned into the Laboan was because he chased after the OG wolf man.

I would say Gwen's a lot more cautious in those cases and stuck close to Max. So she didn't end up collecting the Laboan DNA until a lot further down the track.

Maybe similar events happen with a different alien however, something Gwen can't avoid.

Before I dive down into Nekomata I just wanna make note of some Gwen stuff.

Gwen is still quite headstrong, intelligent and cautious when it comes to fighting. Quite similar to how she functions in the OG her fighting is more Defensive. Her fighting style is built off Taekwondo (I think thats what she practised in alien force...) So she's more built for self defence. She's very analytical of her opponents. Her best alien would be XLR8 (my one of my faves ngl). Using her quick thinking she can do small attacks that can weaken her opponent.

Now then:

I usually don't like to reveal big REVEALS to anyone even myself. Which can straight up nerf me when it comes to developing my own characters cause I won't spoil myself.

So it takes a lot of willpower to do this. It's my AU and I say what's canon!

WHEEEEZE BUT TO BE HONEST I LIKE TO SWITCH THINGS UP SO DON'T TAKE THIS AS OFFICIAL OFFICIAL CAUSE I MIGHT END UP CHANGING MY MIND. I'M SO INDESCISIVE!!!

The big reveal:

You know what, I thought about this a while ago. Rook is realsing that perhaps the plumbers are in the wrong. So he only whishes to hear Nekomata out. He ends up finding Nekomata after a big fight. He's quite injured and bleeding out, he can't retain his anodite form (add a bit of a concussion in the mix). Rook panics and has to throw the mask off, because the majorite of blood is under the mask. (mans know first aid). He's hesitant, all this chasing, all this fighting. Surely he couldn't! but He does. He pulls of the mask AND, oh shit, the barista!

I think around this time the plumbers had caught on to Rooks faulty allegiance and had followed him, so He finds himself surrounded. Rook places the mask back on and trys to talk with the plumbers.

They're not hearing it. And Ben, in his weary state, pulls out one of his little teleporter rocks (i forgot to mention he carries around of a lot of them, preinfused with mana as a just in case scenario) grabs Rook by the ankle and teleports them away.

Through a series of events his identity is revealed, to the public and he's on the run. Not sure how that'll go, but it extends the overall storyline!

....

...

You're right, the BG characters really don't get that limelight. So..... Blukig and Driba. He genuinely enjoys their little back and forths. Also in this universe they're gay. I can't imagine those two loving anyone else but each other.

#ben 10 #lucky boy! au #answer #maybe i'll draw ship art of the galvins #disgusting #ship art #idk what it is with me and drawing ships #i love it but i hate it #like enemies to lovers #my fave uwu

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norestwithoutlove · 4 years ago

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Hi, I just finished reading to build a home (quite literally just then) and it was one of the best stories I’ve ever read. everything was so cohesive and beautifully done and has inspired me to do some writing of my own. How did you manage to keep track of minor details and plots throughout the book continuity wise, with such a large word count, thats something most authours cant do and it made it feel so much more personal and immersive. this fic was a wild ride, sorry if this sounds weird btw i dont usually do this.

Hey !! sorry this one took me a while to reply to ! thanks so much for this message it made me beam - i’m glad the fic made you want to use your own voice as well! writing is such a balm especially in times like these, so i hope you’re loving it.

holy shit i’ve just gone over this and this is a LONG answer so i’m very sorry for the essay in advance. regarding continuity and minor details:

from like very early days (essentially day one of writing) i had a very clear vision of where i wanted the fic to go, and what the major plot points were (the night of the fight aged 18 and everything which caused it, even that it would take place on the roof, sam’s overdose happening in the middle of dean’s drunk love confession, the chapter 59 love confession which leads to them FINALLY getting together happening in front of the fire and cas giving dean his poetry book, the dedication saying ‘to dean, i still do, and always will’. all of that was just sitting rotting all other thoughts in my mind and so i had to type it all out at the bottom of the word document to get it down and make sure i didn’t forget. here’s an excerpt of that very early days plan (the scene where dean comes out to sam in the hospital!!! one of my absolute favourites):

other things came later, like the wedding + concussion scene, and the scene where dean waits out in the treehouse all night, which honestly was SO cruel of me and really added to the tragedy of the chapter 38, 40, 42 arc. but yeah as with the above they sat in my brain just waiting for me to reach the appropriate part of the fic to type them up from VERY early days of the fic. opinions on this vary but i don’t like typing out the scenes that i really want to type out if i haven’t actually reached them in the fic’s construction, (does that make sense? i’ve phrased it badly) because knowing i’m gonna get to write those scenes is what motivates me to actually write the scenes inbetween. i should probably switch this up a bit as everyone advises against this form of writing but also yeah changing routine is effort.

other things plotted in the fic came about in light of the events of the show. mary wasn’t originally gonna be such a distant mother but, as spn pushed that narrative of distance and withdrawal, i thought it would be weird for readers to read a fic which pushed the deified mary mother figure like early seasons spn. especially weird for the readers to read a deified mary fic when the mary they were watching on screen seemed to differ so drastically from the one in the story. so the mary-dean relationship (which was fortunately pretty ambiguous and stilted because of dean’s grief-brain in early chapters) had to change in tbah into the really complicated entity it became. honestly the formulation of that relationship is one of the things i was most proud of in the fic because it was so thorny and hard and felt tragically real for that reason.

other things the progression of the show impacted: dean’s relationship with jack. obviously he couldnt be a nephilim in the tbah universe(!) so i had to consider another angle which would stilt his relationship with dean in the fic. considering the fact that in the show dean’s aversion to him came from a knot of grief, anger and dean’s own upbringing, i transplanted that idea onto the fic and said okay, but here it’s not about cas, it’s about john. dean untangles much of his own trauma with john through his relationship with jack in the symbols of his father he can find in his life: driving, fishing, and building. but also in the symbols of jimmy: cooking, talking, teaching. dean gets to choose between being a john or a jimmy to his son, but the question isn’t so simple, because people aren’t just symbols, and actually dean ends up being a dean to jack, which is perfect.

weirdly, i also think music helped with continuity. i had a few songs in my head at the beginning of the fic and they became like thematic seeds which could grow and make threads to be picked up throughout. i’d listen to these as i wrote, especially as i wrote the scenes i deemed the most significant. same thing with literature.

also thinking about the fic just became really comforting to me ! so i’d play major plot points in my head like a movie before i went to sleep, which meant by the time i got to writing them they’d had a lot of time to develop and pick up earlier themes of the fic. essentially all of the fic was written in light of the future of the fic, which really helped continuity and direction but also the weird tangled traumatised nature of time in the story. this figuring of time became really important because i think tangled traumatised time is essentially just the reality of grief-time.

subconsciously i’m sure a lot of stuff bled through which was unintentional, the framing of events which repeat location (dean waiting in the treehouse all night as a teenager to say goodbye to cas before he leaves for university vs dean and cas going to the treehouse as adults and finding teens there who are saying goodbye to each other before leaving for university. confession 3 takes place a literal 10 years after confession 1. confession 1 comes from cas and happens on the roof just before he leaves for the uk, confession 2 comes from dean and happens drunken in the living room after dean has had an intense and ambiguous conversation/fight with his mother, confession 3 happens in the living room after dean has come out to his mother, confession 4 happens on the roof as castiel returns from the uk and repairing every sense of the rift confession 1 caused because this last confession ends in their engagement.)

once i realised this was happening i went back and combed through those scenes for lines to be repeated. an easy example of this is chapter 38//chapter 59. here’s a scene from chapter 38 as they enter the big white house:

and here’s them entering the house in chapter 59:

i think it’s about trauma and repetition (freud has a theory about this, see Remembering, Repeating, and Working Through) in that we return to sites of trauma; trauma is reiterated in memory and in the material, but in every reiteration, we grow and heal and understand the trauma and ourselves better. it’s like an upward spiral: the first confession goes so badly, the second goes better but not good, the third good, the fourth goes wonderfully (dean’s narrative frames it as paradise: “maybe this is the sound of the trumpets on the other side”). so yeah, part of the ‘continuity’ of tbah is just a traumatised cycle of reiteration, and i say this in the nicest possible way, because these cycles of repetition are how we heal. deep down, i think that’s what the fic is all about.

tl;dr: i had a scrawl of a plan at the bottom of the word document i wrote tbah on, i thought about it a lot because it made me happy, i had a pretty clear vision of where things were going from the very opening chapter, and i was a very gay english lit student.

anyway thanks for the ask lovely i am SO sorry it resulted in the borderline novel of an answer.

#anon #answered #LONG post sorry #to build a home #tbah #deancas

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You Bring the Moon and Stars to Me (Part Five) - Tyson Jost

Synopsis: A Soulmate!AU where your soulmark only appears once you fall in love with your soulmate

Words: 7.3k

Warnings: mentions of injury

a/n: type of injury is purely speculation since the details were never released, also his injury happened at an away game but for the sake of the story let’s pretend it was a home game. im thinking there will be 3 more parts but dont quote me on that and ofc feedback is always welcome, i hope you enjoy!

Part One | Part Two | Part Three | Part Four

January 2019 - Loveland, CO

It was like the second you had Tyson back, he was gone again. The day they got back from their Eastern Canada road trip, he was on his way to Loveland to start working with the Eagles. He hadn’t been able to spend much time with you, his schedule being just as hectic as always. Especially with the additions of the extra workouts Tyson had started to partake in. You rarely saw his car in the driveway of the Rookie House when you were over at Caitlyn and Jack’s.

His hair had been extra messy the last night you saw him the day he went back down to Loveland for the first time this season. You assumed it was due to his hands continuously pulling at it from being stuck in his head about his new playing situation. Since then, the image of your best friend being down in the dumps hadn’t left your mind. Throughout the time of knowing Tyson, you only really knew him as the cheery guy with a smile on his face 24/7. He was the most strong-willed person you had ever known.

A week and a half later and he still hadn’t seen any NHL ice time, still working his ass off at the AHL level to earn his roster spot back. You’re sitting in one of the many conference rooms at your office, listening to an executive give their monthly project updates when your phone rings. You see Tyson’s face covering your screen, begging to answer his FaceTime. You hit the lock button on your phone, stopping the vibrations, and turn your phone over, turning your attention back to the presentation in front of you.

The vibration stops momentarily before it starts again, to which you ignore. The third time your phone rings, you know it must be important, so you excuse yourself as you push out of your rolling chair and leave the room.

As you slide to answer, Tyson’s face pops up onto the screen. His hair is wet and the lighting is terrible, so you assume he had just showered at the practice facility.

“What did you need? I was in a meeting.”

“Sorry, I’ll be quick. I know I was supposed to come over to your place later for my pre-game meal but I’m really tired,” He whines.

“And you couldn’t have just texted me that?” You ask a sharp bite to your tone. He knew you worked the third Saturday of every month. He had even admitted to you one time that he’d check your Snapchat location to see where you were when you weren’t answering, so you were even more confused when he called not once, but three times.

“I need a favor, I’m gonna take a nap on one of the guy’s couches. Can you bring me my game-day suit?”

“Sure, just text me the time you need it by and the address,” You agree. “I really need to go, though, so I’ll text you later.”

“Thank you, Y/n! Love you.”

You spit out a quick ‘love you’ before hanging up and shoving your phone into your dress pants pocket before walking back into the meeting and apologizing about the disruption.

You park your car in Caitlyn’s driveway before making a bee-line across the street towards the Rookie House. You lift your hand to knock on the door before you remember Tyson telling you that no one was home and you needed to find the spare key. You jog down the stairs to his bedroom in search of his game-day suit.

You look on his bed, which is a mess and un-made, causing you to roll your eyes, not seeing the suit he said he had laid out this morning when he left for practice. You move to his closet, hoping to see a suit in the front that had been previously picked out, but still no luck.

Instead of shooting him a text or calling him to ask where it is, you let your hands slowly pass over the multiple blazers he has hanging up. Your hand lands on a navy blue blazer with slightly exaggerated lapels, being unfamiliar with it you pull it out. Granted, you rarely say Tyson in suits, and even when you did you always noticed his love for different shades of grey. You smile to yourself as you pull it out and lay it over the bed smoothly before going back to his closet to find a dress-shirt to match.

A few minutes later you have a white-shirt with small polka dots on it picked out with his navy suit. Alongside that, you picked out his brown belt and grabbed his brown dress shoes, and started looking for a pair of socks. You pull open all of his drawers, finally finding the one that holds his socks and you end grabbing a pair of simple grey ones.

You set the suit and shoes in the back seat of your car once your back at Caitlyn’s before she’s walking out in a Colorado crewneck and jumping into your passenger seat.

“Can you look for a place we can get dinner after I drop this off to Tyson?” You ask of her as she buckled her seatbelt and you back out of her driveway. The two of you make banter and eventually find a wing place to eat as you drive down the highway to Loveland.

Once you arrive at the apartment Tyson had texted you the address of, you’re climbing up the stairs to the front door, suit, and shoes in hand, before rapping at the door. You kind of knew you were cutting it close with his suit delivery, so you were anxiously tapping your foot as you waited for the door to swing open.

Tyson opens the door a tired look on his face as he’s taking a bite of what you see is a home-made sandwich. “You’re a lifesaver.” He groans, stepping to the side to let you in.

“It’s not a problem,” You assure, folding over the suit over the tops of your arms. “Here’s your suit.”

“Where’s the one I had laid out?” He asked confused as he reaches for your outstretched arms to take his clothes from you. You knit your eyebrows in confusion as you think back to how you didn’t see a suit set out anywhere in his room.

“There was no suit laid out in your room, which is a mess by the way,” You point out quickly. “So I just picked one out from your closet, I hope you don’t mind.”

“Thank you,” Tyson smiles, rubbing his thumbs over the lapel of the blazer. The image of you browsing through his closet popped into his mind, a rather domestic image that caused his smile to grow wider. The thought of you doing that without being asked to caused butterflies to slight erupt in his stomach and his cheek started to heat up with the thoughts racing through his mind.

“I think you need some new socks, all of them were so boring.” Tyson laughs at your statement. “Get some striped ones or ones with polka dots, I don’t know, just not plain grey and black ones.”

He nods his heads stifling a laugh at your odd request before the owner of the apartment appears from a hallway in his suit. Tyson quickly introduces the two of you before he’s pushing you out the door so he can get dressed and head to the game. As you turn your body to head back to your car, Tyson stops you.

“I have exciting news before you go.”

“Yeah?”

“This is my last game,” He beams, his eyes squinting from how wide his smile is. “I’m playing against Vancouver after the all-star break in a few days.”

You shriek at the news your best friend is sharing with you, “Oh my God! That’s amazing!” You open your arms welcoming Tyson in a congratulatory hug. “Told you you were a superstar,” you whisper as you pull away. The two of you share a soft look before you finally let go of your friend saying you’ll see him later.

You and Caitlyn are sitting in the lower bowl of the Budweiser Event Center, enjoying your beers and each other’s company while also focusing on the two teams in front of you. The both of you had agreed how nice it was to be back at a hockey game, both of you not being able to attend any in a little over a month with how busy you were. It was especially nice seeing Tyson play, you could see the jump in his body as he floated around the ice seamlessly.

It’s late in the game when it happens. Tyson’s skating down the far half-wall about to cross the blue line to enter the zone with the puck when an opposing player plows through his lonesome figure, sending him into the wall with a very loud thud. You gasp, leaning forward in your seat and reaching out for Caitlyn’s hand. You watch him as he stands up, grateful for the fact that he’s even able to do that quickly given the harshness of the hit, but watch him as he skates away back to the bench slowly.

He immediately walks down the tunnel to the locker rooms and you lean in your seat further, bringing your free hand to your face to bite on your cuticles out of nervousness. Caitlyn squeezing your hand combined with the loud voice over the arena speakers announcing the penalties brings you back down to earth. Your fingers stay at your lips for a moment longer until the sudden urge to scratch at your elbow envelops your mind.

“Hey, he’s probably fine and just got the wind knocked out of him.” Caitlyn reasons. You both know she has no idea what she’s talking about, but the thought behind it is welcomed. The remainder of the game feels like a lifetime as you anxiously check your phone for texts from Tyson, tweets from the team, anything that may give you insight on what’s happened.

At the same time as the final buzzer sounding throughout the arena, your phone vibrates in your hand where you’re holding it tightly. A text from Tyson pops up.

Tyson: im okay

Tyson: sorry it took so long to text you i was going through concussion protocol

Y/N: so you’re fine?!

Tyson: no

Tyson: i have a concussion

You groan at the response, showing Caitlyn your conversation before typing out a response saying you’ll meet him by the locker room shortly.

Tyson emerges from the locker room, holding an ice pack to his left shoulder. Upon seeing the ice pack, your shoulders drop out of sympathy for him and you feel a pang in your chest. As he approaches you, head down to avoid the bright, white, LED lights in the hallway, you let out a low ‘Tyson’.

“Hey.”

“You said you just got a concussion,” you point to the icepack on his shoulder.

“It just hurts.” He winces, eyebrows knitting in pain. You give him a side-hug, careful to not aggravate his shoulder.

“I, uh, I’m going to need a ride back to Denver,” Tyson starts. “I can’t drive.”

You rub his good shoulder, trying to comfort him as you look back towards Caitlyn. “Can you drive my car home and I’ll drive his car home? You can just park it at your house.”

Caitlyn agrees, the three of you walking out to the parking garage making small talk before you go your separate ways. The hour-long drive is spent in quiet, Tyson leaning his head against the window with his eyes closed for the most of it. He only lifts his head when he feels the car drive over the junction between the black asphalt of the street and the concrete of his driveway.

The two of you walk into his home, him instantly making way down the stairs to his bedroom while you opt to go to the kitchen to get the both of you glasses of water. Another few moments pass before you decide to venture down to his room.

He’s in the dark, only his bathroom light illuminating his vast bedroom. He’s laying on his back in the middle of the bed, his legs dangling off the edge. He groans a little at the noise of your feet padding along the hardwood before sitting up and leaning back on his hands.

“You feeling okay?” You ask, moving to sit down next to him and hand him the other glass of water.

“I’m fine,” He mumbles and you know he’s just processing the injury and everything going on with his career so you stay quiet, letting him be the one to decide when to speak. Instead, you too lean back on your hands, resting yours right next to Tyson’s, pinkies touching. His hand flinches at the touch but he doesn’t move away.

“I just can’t catch a break it seems,” He breathes out barely above a whisper. He lays back onto the bed, falling into the fluffy comforter and rubs his face with hands.

“Tys,” you drag out. You twist your body around, tucking your legs underneath you on the bed to face him. There’s a pull in your body that wants you to reach out and move his hands from his face or even put a reassuring hand on his thigh but something in you stops you. “Things like this happen to everyone, you just have to get healthy and play just like you were when you got the call saying you were going back to the Avs.”

“But if I would’ve just been skating with my head up I could’ve avoided the hit.”

“That guy absolutely blew into you, I don’t think much would’ve stopped him from doing that. It was a dirty hit and he knows it.”

Tyson mumbles out an ‘I guess’ before sitting up abruptly with a groan. “You want ice cream? I want ice cream.” He decides, standing up and reaching out for you. You grab his hand, standing up from his couch and following him up the stairs to the kitchen.

“I didn’t think you health nuts even knew what ice cream was.” You joke, trying to lighten the mood. Throughout the whole time you knew Tyson and his roommates, the most unhealthy thing you had seen them eat were chocolate almond butter cups and those were from Whole Foods so it barely counted as junk food in your eyes. Tyson pulls out a pint of ice cream and you look to inspect it, noting the words ‘dairy-free’ on it.

You roll your eyes, “I take that back because of course you have the ice cream that’s considered healthy.”

Tyson laughs at you as he grabs two spoons from the drawer across the kitchen from you. He smiles instead of responding right away, and your face mirrors him, a large smile now playing at your lips.

He places the two spoons on the island next to the pint, going to the edge of the kitchen and turning the light off so the only light in the kitchen is the light from the entryway and the light on off the back door creeping through the large kitchen windows. Tyson takes a seat next to you on the barstool opening the ice cream and digging his spoon in.

The two of you eat the first few bites in silence before Tyson sticks his spoon into the pint one last time. “Thanks for coming tonight.”

“Of course, I do have one request though.” You start, Tyson raising his eyebrows in curiosity. “Can I help pick out your suits more often? That was fun.”

“That just means me bugging you more about my colorblindness, ya know.” He jokes. “But, I’ll take it.”

“I think you need to incorporate more prints into your closet, all of your suits are so plain.”

“I have two striped ones, what are you talking about?” He asks incredulously with a laugh.

You put your spoon in your mouth, eating the bit of soupy ice cream that’s still left. As you chew you mentally go through his closet. “Yeah, but you need some plaids and checks.”

“We’ll see about that.”

You laugh at his inability to stray away from solids, even though you’ve seen him in some crazy printed t-shirts before. You dig your spoon in the ice cream for one more bite before clasping the lid back on. Tyson moves to put it back in the freezer, but you stop him and do it yourself, also placing the two spoons in the dishwasher.

“So, what’s next?” You ask, talking about the next steps of his concussion injury and training.

Tyson leans back in his chair, running one of his hands through the hair on the back of his head. “Pretty much just rest until it goes away, then play some more in Loveland, then hopefully get the call to come back to Denver full-time.”

You watch him as he speaks from across the kitchen, focused on the softness and uncertainty in his voice. He was not only in physical pain from the hit a few hours prior, but also clearly mentally beating himself up. Tyson was one of the hardest workers you had ever met. He was someone that went to practice early and stayed late if it meant more ice-time and reps, someone that put in those extra miles on his morning runs, someone that watched and studied game-tape until his eyes were strained from the blue light of the screen. Knowing how hard he worked day in and day out only made your heart ache more at the circumstances the brunette found himself in.

You walk quietly over back to Tyson, standing next to him where he’s sitting. He turns around to gaze up at your face before you begin speaking.

“You’re the hardest worker I know, I believe in you.”

Tyson, in a moment of both vulnerability and bravery, lens his head forward and rests his head on your chest. You’re surprised by his actions and your movements are stuttered before you wrap your arms around his neck and run a hand through his curls. He lets out a hum, his eyes fluttering shut at the newfound comfort you’re giving him.

The two of you stand for a few more moments, reveling in the contact and the quietness surround you due to the late night and emptiness of the home. Your eyes glance to the clock, noting how late it’s gotten. You want to pull away to tell him you should head home soon, your breathing starting to slow due to being tired. Your early work morning combined with the whirlwind events that happened over the past two hours pushed your mind to the point of exhaustion.

However, you don’t move away, knowing this is what your best friend needs most right now. The feeling of comfort and being with someone that knew him as deeply as you did being something he desperately needed. An itch on your elbow pulls you out of your thoughts and Tyson whines when you slightly pull away to scratch at it, to which you chuckle.

“I had an itch,” You pause, leaning back away from Tyson so he has to sit up straight. “And besides, it’s starting to get late. I should head home soon.”

Tyson doesn’t whine again but slouches his shoulders and puffs out his lower lip, giving you a puppy dog look that you haven’t seen much when he’s sober. “Please stay.”

The request surprises you. Sure, the two of you are insanely close, but the two of you never really had sleepovers due to your schedules and only ever stayed over on drunken nights when it was an easy decision to make. Come to think of it, the last time you guys even slept in the same house was before you dated Aiden, when you shared a hotel room at the Landeskog wedding.

You contemplate the thought, being one that usually didn’t mind driving home at the late hours of the night. His eyes were puffy, a sure sign from how tired he’s been lately, the scrape underneath it from his visor bright red, and his overall aura was screaming please, so you give in. “I need sweatpants then.” you motion to the jeans adorning your legs and he jumps up.

“You got it.”

You follow him down the stairs back to his bedroom and watch him move around his room, cleaning up some of the mess and tossing you a pair of sweats.

Once you reemerge from the ensuite bathroom, you see Tyson laying down in bed, covers up to his armpits. He turns his head towards you then pats the emptiness beside him, gesturing for you to lay down. He’s got this dopey look on your face that melts your heart and you smile, holding your jeans to your chest tightly.

“I can sleep on the couch, it really isn’t a big deal.”

“It isn’t but why sleep on the couch when there’s a perfectly comfy spot for you in a bed?” He jokes. You can barely see his facial features now that you’ve turned the bathroom light off and you flip the flashlight on on your phone, being careful not to shine it towards his face. You smile nervously as you set your jeans down by your shoes at the foot of the bed and carefully climb into bed next to him.

“Maybe leave a little room for a girl, jeez,” You comment, trying to maneuver around Tyson’s sprawled out body. You miss the way he rolls his eyes as he dramatically pulls his body into a plank-like position. You set your phone down on the dresser next to you before getting comfortable despite the anxiety you’re starting to feel. Your stomach shouldn’t be in knots right now, should it?

“I know I said it before, but I really appreciate you coming tonight.” Tyson starts, sighing out a large breath of air. He’s twiddling his fingers in front of him, occasionally bringing them to his lips to bite on his hangnails. “It means a lot having someone by my side through all of this. It can be hard talking to Kerfy and JT sometimes.”

You turn your body to face him, still leaving a substantial amount of space between the two of you in the expanse of his king-sized bed. “That’s what best friends are for, Tys. Don’t ever hesitate to talk to me. It can be about anything, hockey, family, music, whatever you want and I’ll listen. Just know that you can talk to JT and Alexander too, they’ve been in your shoes being in the AHL and they just want to see you back with them just as much as the rest of us. Well, maybe not more than your family and me. We’re your biggest fans.”

“Biggest fans, eh?” he quirks an eyebrow up.

“Yeah, didn’t you know? We’re all in a group chat and it’s called Tyson Jost’s Fan Club. We just send pictures of you back and forth.” You joke, causing a loud, boisterous laugh to escape from Tyson’s mouth.

“You’ve never even talked to any of them besides my Grandpa, shut up.” He lets out once he’s calmed down from laughing, a loud yawn following.

“We should go to sleep, it’s been an exhausting day for both of us.”

“But I’ve missed talking to you.” He admits. And honestly, the statement has you thinking. This probably is the most time the two of you have spent alone together in months, so you give in and talk with him about anything and everything until he suddenly stops responding and you see his mouth droop open with heavy breaths of air coming out.

Sleep didn’t find you as easily, though, as you gazed at your best friend across the bed, thoughts consumed your brain. The two of you had nowhere near a physically affectionate friendship and all of the small touches and long gazes that happened throughout the day have a smile forming on your lips as you continue to look at the brunette in front of you. Yeah, the two of you laid soft touches on the other but it was usually when you had alcohol in your system or when you were especially tired. The look he gave you in the kitchen moments prior is what stuck with you as you drifted off to sleep.

The next few days for Tyson were spent just like that night. You would go over there after work and stay until you headed home later that night. As the days passed those late-night drives were spent with more and more yawns but it was worth it if it meant seeing Tyson and keeping him company.

That was until today. You had gotten behind on your project at work from being at Tyson’s so much recently so you had told him last night when you left his house that you’d see him in a few days. As your phone rang during your lunch break with Tyson’s face filling the screen, you should’ve known what he was about to say was coming.

“Please come over later, I’m going insane being by myself. The guys don’t get back from the all-star break until Friday and I can’t look at any screen or sleep because of my concussion so I need you to entertain me.” Tyson rushes out.

“Aren’t you supposed to see the team doctors today?” You ask confusedly. It was barely 1:30 in the afternoon so you thought he would be at the training facility still.

“I already did, I still have a concussion,” Tyson confirms. “I just have to go back every other day to get checked. They said it’s looking better and it’s less serious than they thought which is good.”

“Yeah, that’s good,” you nod. You really do want to see him later, getting used to seeing him every day for the past few days. Part of you knows that one day won’t hurt either of you and that you know you’ll just be at his place tomorrow, but something in your mind is telling you to go over there after work. “If I come over later, I’m bringing my laptop, I need to get some stuff done to prepare for a meeting I have on Thursday.”

“That’s fine, I’ll order us food even, as a thank you.”

You want to argue with him, not wanting him to spend his money on you but the two of you have had that conversation a hundred different times all ending with the same result. You usually said you made ‘big girl’ money and were proud of it to which he said he was proud too, but he also made ‘big boy’ money and had enough leftover to comfortably spend it on his closest friends.

“Sounds perfect,” You smile. “My lunch break is about to end, so I have to go but I’ll text you when I leave later.”

Tyson says goodbye and the rest of your workday flies by and next thing you know, you’re pulling your car into Tyson’s driveway. You see the garage open so you walk thought it, closing it as you enter the door inside. Once your dinner is consumed the two of you migrate to the living room couch where you pull your laptop on your lap to start working on your meeting notes.

“What’re you doing?” Tyson inquires, leaning towards you to get a better look at your screen.

“I have a meeting to kick-off a project later this week so I’m just making sure I have all of my notes done.” You explain, typing away at the keyboard. “It’s a bigger one, so there are a lot more steps and handoffs and stuff you might not understand.”

“No, tell me, I wanna know.” He urges, scootching his body closer to yours so your thighs touch. As he stops moving, you think of how easy it would to just fall into him and rest your head against the broadness of his chest. You focus more on the screen in front of you, dimming the brightness so it doesn’t hurt Tyson’s eyes and explain it to him. Before long, his head plops onto your shoulder, snores escaping his slightly ajar mouth. You gaze at him, noticing the cut that was once bright red on his cheekbone is now just a scratch and you reach out to run your finger over it. He stirs at the touch, and you freeze out of panic before focusing back on your laptop and continuing to work.

The stillness around you makes your eyes start to droop and you slowly start to slouch more and more on the couch before resting your head atop Tyson’s and joining him in sleep.

Your phone ringing on full-volume next to you pulls you from your sleep. You see Caitlyn’s name as you grab it and slide to answer the phone.

“Are you still at Tyson’s? I was closing my garage and saw your car across the street.” She asked in way of a greeting.

“Uh, yeah, we fell asleep.” You say, voice groggy and laced with sleep. You open your eyes more, looking to Tyson’s still sleeping figure and noticing the movement the two of you have made. His head isn’t on your shoulder anymore, as it fell in his sleep to use your chest as a cushion. His hand that’s closer to you is draped across your thigh the other outstretched along the couch. “What time is it?”

“Almost 10:30. Wait, what do you mean we? Like, you and Tyson sleeping together?” She asks, almost in a shriek-like voice. Your body jumps awake at the notification of how late it’s gotten, Tyson sliding off your body from the movement.

“I was working and he fell asleep next, well on me, and then I fell asleep. Shit, I didn’t think I’d fall asleep for this long.” You curse. Tyson stirs next to you, slowing opening his eyes and groaning at the disruption in sleep. “I gotta go though, I’ll see you tomorrow at work.”

“Who was that?”

“Caitlyn, she was confused since she saw that my car was still here.” You respond, sitting further up and moving your laptop to the coffee table in front of you. Tyson looks at his phone checking the time before letting a ‘holy shit’ seeing that it’s also pitch black outside.

“I’m gonna head out soon, I think.”

“You can stay, ya know.”

“Yeah, I know, but I don’t have any of my work stuff for tomorrow and I don’t want to have to rush around in the morning.” You explain, rubbing your hands along your thighs. You lean forward, pushing a hand through your hair to fix the mess that was caused from your nap and stand up. He sits up further on the couch before joining you in standing, a loud sigh coming from his mouth.

“I’ll still see you tomorrow though, eh?” He checks.

“Yes, I just have to make sure my work is all done since I clearly didn’t get much done here.” You laugh. He follows you to the front door of his house, unlocking and opening it for you. Once your coat is slipped on you open your arms to hug him, “Such a gentleman.”

“For you? Always” He jokes cheekily. You smile at the comment before pulling back, but Tyson doesn’t let go of you so easily. You look up at him, then back to your feet, then back up to Tyson once more.

“Okay, I really gotta go,” You yawn.

Instead of letting you go, Tyson moves one of his hands from around your shoulders to the back of your head and pulling you into him. His lips land on the curve of your forehead before he whispers out a bye. You smile and close your eyes in content at the gesture, before you walk down the sidewalk to your car, turning once to wave to your best friend. The smile didn’t leave your face the entire drive home, and you honestly probably fell asleep with the same glee-filled smile plastered onto your face thinking of the new addition of the physicality of your friendship and how you could really get used it.

February 2019 - Denver, CO

“Do you want to go get lunch together? I haven’t eaten out for lunch in so long.” Caitlyn asks, barging through your office door. You peer up at your friend, abandoning the email you’re working on in front of you.

“I actually have lunch plans with Tyson, we’re getting poke.” A slight frown playing at your lips, as you decline her offer. “What about margs sometime this week? It can be a girl’s night.”

She smiles at your suggestion nodding her head, “That sounds perfect! Do you want to go out for them or stay in?”

“Hmm,” you hum. “Let’s go out tomorrow? Taco Tuesday at Aztecas?”

“Ooo, yes! Meet there at 7?” She asks, moving further into your office and sitting in the chair on the opposite side of your desk. you nod your head in agreement, turning your focus into the computer screen in front of you again. “You’ve been spending a lot of time with him haven’t you?”

“Who?” You ask, directing your attention back to her from where you started typing at your computer again.

“Tyson.”

“Oh, yeah.” You say, quickly typing out the details of your email so you can focus on your coworker in front of you. “I guess we kinda have. When he got his concussion two weeks ago I was one of the few people that were in town with the timing of it all and stuff.”

“Every time I looked out my window, your car was in his driveway.” She notes, eyebrow quirked.

“I would just go there, like, right after work and then I’d leave when I wanted to go to bed. We would just get food and hang out, just like we used to.”

“You mean like back before you had a boyfriend?” She asks. “Like last season when you guys were always getting dinner together or like all summer when he was constantly calling you?”

As Caitlyn concludes her questions, you lean back in your office chair thinking back on the past few months. You hadn’t really paid attention to your new habits with Tyson, but you were spending way more time with him than usual, but you just thought it was the extra free time the both of you have had lately. When you were with Aiden you only saw Tyson maybe once a week and most times it was in a group setting.

“I guess, yeah.” You smile. You had thoroughly been enjoying all the time you spent with him lately, all the laughter and banter was welcomed and the two of you knew exactly what to do to annoy the other one without ever crossing a line. “Do you think we were touchy before, me and Tys?”

Caitlyn crosses one leg over the other, “I don’t think so? Like you guys were just always with one another when we were in groups. When you were drunk, though? That’s another story.”

With Caitlyn answering the question the way she did, you knew you had to address the newfound physicality and affection between you and Tyson. Before you can get into more detail on why you chose to bring that up Caitlyn asks you,

“Have you guys been more touchy lately?”

“We take naps together now, which is like, kind of a lot in a way? I don’t know,” You stop yourself, taking a deep breath as you try to gather your words to describe the feeling. “You know me, I don’t take naps but it’s like, we’ll be watching tv or something and he’ll just fall asleep and it’s not like he’s on the other side of the couch, Caitlyn. He’s right next to me and then he’s asleep with half his body weight on me and the feeling like, lulls me to sleep and we’ll wake up in the same position and not talk about it.”

Caitlyn watches you as you avoid her gaze as you talk, unsure of what she’s going to say about the new information. Especially when she was the one friend you had that really made you dig deeper as to why you felt certain things. The two of you hadn’t spent much time together outside of work lately, with her and Jack living together and you spending so much time with Tyson after his concussion.

“I also spent the night when he got hurt, like, as in I spent the night in his bed.”

“What?” She exclaims, jumping forward to the edge of her seat. “And you didn’t tell me?”

“Nothing happened,” You assure with a chuckle. “We fell asleep on opposite sides of the bed and woke up that way.” You think back to that night and how when you woke up, you would’ve assumed the two of you would’ve moved positions throughout the night, but you somehow didn’t and woke up face away from him, back inches away from his.

“How do you feel about those changes in your guys’ friendship?”

“I think I like it. Part of me kinda thinks I just like the extra attention I’m getting, but the other part just thinks that’s just how we are now, ya know?”

“I see what you mean about the just liking the extra attention part, but I think it’s just how you guys are. Even if the two of you weren’t being physically affectionate through your friendship, the two of you were still affectionate in other ways.”

What she says makes sense, as you think about all the small quirks your friendship consisted of. He was always getting you refills at parties and the bar, offering to be the one that drove, grocery shopping together, while you helped make sure he kept his room clean and urged to him to let loose with you every once in a while. He kept you young while you grounded him.

“All I know is that I haven’t even realized how much time I’ve been spending with him lately, which I’m really grateful for.” You smile softly. “He’s actually gonna be playing again in a few days I think.”

The two of you continue talking about Tyson being able to return to the team and solidify your plans for tacos and margs tomorrow before she’s bouncing out of your office.

A few days later, Tyson was thankfully cleared to play again. Spending the first few days back in Loveland before getting the call to return to Denver. A call you hoped, primarily for Tyson’s sake, that was a more-permanent decision the coaching staff had made. You hadn’t seen him much in those few days, letting him get acclimated to the pace of the NHL once again.

The three of you settle into your seats, feeling at ease from being back at the Pepsi Center for the first time since Tyson’s call-up. This time, however, you didn’t complain when Tyson offered to get the three of you tickets. You all hadn’t been able to go to any of the other games since Tyson’s call-up due to work events, Valentine’s Day, and your mom’s birthday, but as Tyson said the date didn’t matter as long as you’d come to one sooner rather than later.

It happens fast, you look from Caitlyn next to you to the ice in front of you due to an increase in cheering and you watch as Tyson catches as a pass on the edge of his blade before slapping a one-timer at the goal from the slot, goal horn sounding as the puck passes the goal line. You jump, arms thrusting in the air and loudly cheering ‘that’s my fucking best friend’ into the expanse of the crowd.

The next two periods flew by, Varlamov getting the shutout while Calvert and Agozzino added to the scoresheet. You all head out, walking towards the parking garage down the street you parked out as you send a great goal text to Tyson and telling him to call you when he gets a chance.

An hour later, when you’re back in you’re apartment getting your stuff ready for your workday tomorrow, your phone finally rings, notifying you of an incoming call from Tyson. When the facetime call connects, you see him, a wide-smile and wet curly hair all over the place.

“Hey! Great game!” You exclaim, the happiness behind your words coming though with the wide smile that’s filling your face.

“Thank you! I’m glad you guys were able to catch this game.” He smiles. His phone is shaking from him walking around his house, as you watch the background change from his kitchen to the stairwell to his bedroom before he’s plopping down onto his bed. “It was so good to score, y/n, I want to bottle that feeling.”

His eyes twinkle in the dim lighting of his room as he speaks, the sight of it making you feel more than elated for your best friend. “I’m really proud of you, I know I tell you that a lot, but you deserve feeling that way all the time, Tys.” You say softly, voice laced with sincerity.

“I just have to continue to play the way I did tonight, and then there’ll be no doubt I’m supposed to on the roster. I know my roster spot isn’t a given any night and it never will be, but I want everyone to be confident in the decision to put me in the line-up every night.” He rambles. As he speaks you’re making your way to your bathroom, ready to start your nightly routine.

You set your phone against your mirror as you put your hair into a low bun before grabbing a washcloth to wash your face. He starts talking your ears off about how happy he is to be back with the guys and the team chemistry as you finish getting ready for bed. You miss the way he looks at you as you brush your teeth since you’re too focused on the movements of your actions, but what you don’t miss is the ding on your phone with a new text message.

Once you’re done spitting out your excess toothpaste and wiping your mouth, you grab your phone and head to your bed before looking at the message. “Tyson, what did you just send me we’re literally on the phone.” You laugh before fully opening the text and seeing the picture attached. It’s a screenshot from your call taken only a few minutes ago. Tyson’s dark smiling face in the top right corner while your face fills out the screen. At first glance, it looks like an accidental screenshot but with closer examination as well as Tyson’s muffled laughs on the line, you see the toothpaste dribbling down your chin and your eyebrows are knitted with determination.

You groan loudly as you swipe back to your FaceTime call, “Tyson, I hate you.”

“No, you don’t.”

“You don’t know that, maybe I’ll just hang up and stop coming to your games” you stick your tongue out.

“No!” Tyson interrupts. “You have to at least come to my games, you’re my good luck charm now.” He pouts, mouth quivering from trying not to smile.

“Fine.” You huff, a smile cracking on your lips. The two of you talk for a little while longer, both in bed, eyes drooping and words slurred with sleep. You’re not sure when you fall asleep and you’re more unsure if you even hang up your call before you’re snoring.

You end up going to his next game two days later against Winnipeg, where he scored once again and recorded two assists. After that performance, he continued to insist that you were his lucky charm, to which you laughed and brushed off the comment.

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www-neverlandsweirdo · 5 years ago

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The Maze Runner Preferences

He Finds Out He Likes You

Newt POV

”Isn’t She just great?”I finished talking about (Y/N),something I’ve been doing a lot lately.Minho smirked at me. “You like (Y/N)!”Minho Exclaimed. I felt heat rush to my face. “N-no I don’t.”I protested. “Good,because I like her.”He grinned.No.No.No. (Y/N) is mine.I glared at him. “You What?”I growled. “See!You’re jealous!You like her!”He nearly Yelled. “How could I not?Shes pretty and smart and funny and-Oh my bloody...I like (Y/N)”I mumbled.I like (Y/N).Okay,This isn’t good.I told myself when she arrived in the box that I wouldn’t fall in love with her and those beautiful (Y/E/C) eyes.Now I was one of the many boys that was helplessly in love with her.Bloody fantastic.I don’t have a bloody chance.Im just a track hoe with a limp.

(Y/N) PoV

I walked into the kitchen,getting a plate of food.I saw Newt and Minho sitting at a table,I walked over,sitting down. “Hey guys.”I smiled.I glanced at Newt,who was bright red. “Are you okay?”I asked him. He nodded. “Y-yeah Love...I’m fine.”He smiled slightly,I blushed at his nickname. “Alright,well I think I’m going to bed,A lot of people got hurt today..Work was exhausting.Goodnight.”I smiled. “Good night Love.”Newt mumbled.Minho waved.

Normal POV

Newt watched (Y/N) as she left the kitchen. “She’s so perfect.”He mumbled. He soon left the kitchen,walking to his hammock that was right next to (Y/N)'s.He looked at her.She was so cute in her sleep,she had her blanket pulled up to her shoulders and a lock of (Y/H/C) hair fell over her face.I grinned before gently tucking the peice of hair behind her ear.She stirred a bit in her sleep.I smiled,pulling my hand away and going to sleep. “Are you still awake?”I heard (Y/N) ask later in the night.I turned to look at her,seeing she was standing next to my hammock. “Yes.Are you okay?”I Asked,slightly nervous. She nodded. “I’m going to the kitchens to get some water do you want any?”She Asked. “No thankyou.”I Said quietly. “Alright...Goodnight Newt.”She Whispered before kissing my cheek and walking away.I gasped after she walked away,touching my cheek slightly.She kissed me. (Y/N) kissed me.Does that mean she likes me to?

Minho

Minho POV

I walked out of the map room,scanning the glade for (Y/N).I saw her,The beautiful girl of the glade talking to Chuck.I jogged over. “Hey (Y/N)!”Icalled. “Hi Minho.”She waved at me.I walked up next to her. “Can you wait a minute,I Was asking Chuck something.”She smiled apologetically before turning back to Chuck.I felt something in my stomach,Like a claw was clenching it and all of a sudden my chest felt tight.I was jealous.I was jealous of Chuck having all of (Y/N)’s attention.Oh no.I like (Y/N).I mean,it makes sense,I just haven’t wanted to admit it.Shes kind,pretty,funny and creative.Shes just perfect.Absolutely perfect.

(Y/N)’s POV

Chuck finished telling me about the rabbit he saw in the deadheads and ran off to dinner.I turned back to Minho,Who looked very angry.I shrugged it off,maybe he was just tired. “How was your run today?”I Asked,smiling. “Uh...it was fine.”He mumbled. “Anything new?”I asked.He shook his head. “We’ll fins a way out someday.”I smiled.He shrugged. “What?”I Asked. “Do you really think there’s a way out?”He Asked. “Of course,every maze comes to an end eventually,plus your the toughest guy I know,You’ll find a way some day.”I smiled.He looked at the ground,smiling a bit. “Are you hungry?”I Asked.He nodded. “Okay,Let’s get some dinner then.”I grinned.I grabbed his hand.

Minho POV

(Y/N) grabbed my hand,causing a fuzzy feeling in my stomach.We walked together to the kitchens and ate dinner together. "So.....What was Chuck telling you about?"I asked. She smiled. "Chuck found a bunny in the deadheads and we already got Winston to promise not to slaughter him."She smiled. "A bunny?What is its name gonna be?"I asked. "Dog."She answered. "Your gonna name the bunny Dog?"I asked.She blushed. "Shut up!"she laughed.I smiled.Now I had an excuse to talk to her.Dog the bunny.I can already imagine all the stories she’s gonna tell me.

Gally

Gally POV

I Yelled something to Henry,who was patching up a hole on the roof of the homestead.He shouted back. “OKAY!ILL JUST THROW THE OLD WOOD DOWN!”He Yelled.Before I could reply,a peice Of hard wood hit me on the head.I felt an awful pain before falling to the ground.Then everything went black.

Gally POV

I woke up to an awful sting on my temple.I looked around,seeing (Y/N) above me. "What the shuck?"I mumbled.She looked at me, Her beautiful bright (Y/E/C) eyes met mine.She smiled slightly. "Good,your awake."She smiled,before gently wiping a hot cloth against my temple.I hissed at the pain. "Sorry..."she mumbled. "What happened?"I asked. "Henry was an idiot and dropped wood on your head."She sighed. I groaned.She smiled. "You'll be fine,you have a minor concussion though."She whispered. "Concussion?How am I gonna work with a concussion?"I asked. "You wont."She told me. "Wha-"I began. "Nope.No.Your staying here in this bed and im gonna take care of you and your not gonna get up until I let you."She said strictly. "But-"I tried to protest but ,once again,she cut me off. "No.Gally,no buts.Your gonna stay here until I say you can leave,ill bring you food and everything you'll need."She told me,raising her voice a bit.She moved away from me and I felt a sharp pain in my wrist.I unintentionally made a growling noise.

"What's wrong?"She asked. "My wrist...It hurts."I mumbled.She softly pulled up my sleeve,causing me to wince. "Oh no..."She mumbled. "What?What is it?"I asked worriedly,sitting up a bit,only to get a pounding in my head.She softly put a hand on my chest,gently pushing me down. "Shut up."She mumbled. "Wha-"I began angrily. "Shuck off ya bloody slinthead,let me do my job."She growled.Did she just say bloody?If it was anyone else they would have already been on the floor.But (Y/N) is special.She's not like the others,not only because shes a girl but the way she talks and her smile and the way her hair moves when she walks.I grinned slightly,looking up at her. "Your wrist is sprained."She mumbled. "I'm gonna give you some pain killers,its gonna hurt for a second."She whispered,standing up and opening the medicine cabinet.

She took out a small bottle and syringe. "Ya know...I didn't think you were gonna fit on that bed."She mumbled,filling the syringe. "What?"I asked. "Well,in case you haven't noticed,your pretty tall."She laughed.She walked next to me,sitting down,she grabbed my arm,holding the syringe. I pulled my arm back. "No..No.no.no!"I exclaimed. "Gally..."She whispered. "Its alright,you really think id hurt you?"She asked. "No..."I mumbled. "Why dont we make a deal.I give you the shot and then you get to have an extra cookie."She mumbled. "No."I mumbled. "C'mon..The big bad Gally is scared of a needle?"She asked. "No im not!"I exclaimed. "Gally."she mumbled. "What?"I asked.She smiled,showing me the empty syringe. "You didnt even notice."She grinned before wrapping my wrist. Shoot.I think I like (Y/N).I like (Y/N).I mentally scolded myself. No.This is ridiculous.Shes to pretty,she's to nice,she's to perfect and she's to great.Dammit.Im crushing on (Y/N).

Thomas

Thomas POV

I ran back to the glade,panting.Minho was right in front of me.We went to the map rooms.I mapped out my section before quickly leaving.I looked around until I caught a glimpse of (Y/n).I had no idea why but shes been on my mind every minute of everyday since she got here. "Hey (Y/N)!"I yelled.She turned around and I jogged to her. "Hey Tom!"she smiled. "Hey..."I grinned. "Where are you heading?"I asked. "Well..."She smiled. She moved closer to me. "Dont tell anyone....But I always go to the deadheads to make things but I dont want anyone else to find out."She whispered.

"What do you mean?"I asked. She smiled,grabbing my hand. "Come on."She smiled before running,and I followed her.She brought me to a certain tree that had vines that were in braids and twists that draped along the branches and bright (Y/F/C) flowers in beautiful patterns. "Whoa."I mumbled.It was incredible.I always thought that when she came to the deadheads that her and Newt would kiss.Weird thought,but they were best friends and it would make sense for them to be dating.I really like (Y/N).Alot. "Did Newt help you?"I asked suddenly. "No.Your the only one who knows."She smiled up at me. "I always thought you and Newt came here to kiss or something."I mumbled.

(Y/N) just looked at me with wide eyes. "Why would you think that?"She asked. "i thought you two were dating."I shrugged. "What?No.We're just friends Tom."She mumbled.Great.She was available. "How was your run?"She asked. "Oh..err...it was..it was good."I mumbled. "Anything new?"She asked.I shook my head no.She pouted a bit,but it was so cute that I almost kissed her. "What?"I asked. "What?"She asked. "Your pouting."I mumbled. "No im not."She smiled. I sighed. "Are you hungry?"She asked. "Kind of."I shrugged. She smiled before pulling a container of strawberries out of her pocket and handed it to me. "How did you..."I mumbled,taking the container. "Well,I know that you steal Fry's strawberries all the time,so now you dont have to."She grinned.I began eating the strawberries,blushing bright red.

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home-and-having-tea · 4 years ago

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umm klaus, "dont judge me, but i may have murdered someone"

Ok, just a fair warning, I’m kinda in the mood for dumbass-wholesome-family fics rn so....

Allison started awake to a loud rapping on her door. Blearily squinting at the time blinking red on her alarm clock, she quietly cursed whoever decided to loudly wake her at 3:28 in the morning. She slowly rolled out of bed, the pounding on her door making her head throb. Bundling her blanket around her shoulders like a cape, she stumbled to the door. Opening it, she nearly got a punch to the face as the person kept knocking, momentarily not noting the absence of door. Their green eyes lit up when they noticed Allison slumped in the doorway.

Klaus grinned sheepishly, holding up his hands in mock surrender. “Don’t judge me, but I may have murdered someone.”

“Allison! How is my most dearest sister this lovely-”

“Goddamnit Klaus, you know it’s the middle of the night? Someone had better be dying.”

Allison’s eyes widened and she rubbed her thumbs against her temples, dropping her blanket to the floor with a soft whoomph. “Klaus, for Christ’s sake, you better be joking.”

Grabbing her car keys and locking the house behind her, Allison followed Klaus out to her driveway. She silently started the car, Klaus sliding into the passenger’s seat. Before she left the house she sighed, tiredly resting her head against the steering wheel. She loved her brother, but god, he was an idiot.

“Who do you think you killed, Klaus?” she asked, her words muffled by the wheel. He laughed nervously.

“Well, tonight was boy’s night out, y’know, all the Hargreeves bros out on the town,” he explained, waving his hands around as he talked. “And we all got kinda tipsy, and well, we got to, erm, practicing those weird little jujitsu moves Dad taught us. And, it turns out fighting little Five isn’t a great idea now that he’s... little. He, uh, might currently be unconscious” Allison groaned into the wheel. She took it back. All of her brothers were idiots.

She slowly peeled her face off the wheel, starting the car as she glared ahead. “If Five isn’t dead, I’m going to make you all wish you were,” she muttered, adding something about how doing martial arts drunk was the stupidest thing she’d ever heard of. They drove in prickly silence, Klaus occasionally tapping quiet beats on the window with his fingertips, his sparkly pink nails picking up the light of passing neon signs.

Allison looked over when they stopped at a red light. Klaus looked, if anything, scared. She gently tapped the back of his hand. Sure, she was still a little mad and very worried, but she knew Klaus would blame himself endlessly if anything happened to Five. Since they’d gotten back from the sixties, the whole family had silently agreed that they’d look after Five, who desperately needed safety, love, and most of all, a nice three-day nap.

“Hey, Klaus, I’m sure Five is alright. Don’t beat yourself up.”

He smiled weakly. “Beating myself up? Who, me? Never happened, missy.” Allison smiled back reassuringly, turning her attention back to the road as the light turned green.

“Knowing that tiny old man, he’s probably bitching about how you must have cheated to beat the incredible Number Five in a fight,” she said teasingly. It would probably take a lot more than bad judgement and poorly thought out jujitsu to kill him. Klaus drily chuckled back.

“It’s like trying to kill a cockroach, right?”

Allison nodded as they pulled into the bar’s parking lot. “Exactly. He’s gonna be okay, you’ll see.” She quickly parked the car and grabbed the first aid kit from her trunk before hurrying in. As soon as she entered the bar, her still-slightly-intoxicated brothers waved her over to a large booth near the back. Just as she’d suspected, Five was nursing a bleeding cut with a developing bruise around its edges, snapping bitter comments under his breath.

She set down the first aid kit. “Okay, is everyone alive?” Half-hearted mutters met in response. “I’ll take that as a yes. Right, everyone but Five go wait in the car with Klaus, and no damn fighting.” The boys shuffled out to the parking lot, occasionally stumbling against each other as they moved.

Allison slid into the booth, taking an alcohol wipe out of the kit. Five shrunk back, mumbling something about how it would hurt to clean the cut. She placed the package down. “Five, look, it’s almost four in the morning. I’m exhausted, you’re exhausted. Just let me clean this and we can go home and sleep this all this shit off.” He crossed his arms, but at least stayed still while she wiped off the blood and covered the wound with a thick square of gauze. “Right, that should hold you until morning. I’ll check you for a concussion once you’re a little more sober.” Honestly, what kind of bar did the boys go to where no one noticed a child knocking back a few pints? Good lord. “Ready to go?”

Five nodded, still sulking. They both stood, only to have Five almost immediately trip over his own feet. Allison sighed for what felt like the hundredth time that night. Once they were all sober, she was going to actually kill them. “Just... lean on me. You can sleep in the car on the way back to my house.” Five quietly exhaled, leaning lightly on Allison’s shoulder as she packed up the kit and the two made their way outside at a snail’s pace.

Once they made it to the car, her three brothers moved from where they were leaning on the doors. Klaus walked up to them nervously.

“Is Five ok, Alli?” he asked, rubbing his nails like he always did when he was suffering anxiety. She nodded, smiling drily, before opening the door to the backseat. Five slumped in, falling asleep the second his head touched the headrest. Allison pinched the bridge of her nose, her head aching from the stress of trying to take care of her brothers.

“Everyone in. Since you possibly gave Five a concussion, we’re having a family lockdown at my house to look after him. Someone call Vanya...”

The ride back to her house was uncomfortably silent, save Klaus calling a very disgruntled, tired Vanya about the impromptu sleepover and the bumper of her car scraping the road due to Luther’s weight. Pulling into her driveway, she piled her brothers out of the car, picking up an exhausted Five. She fumbled with her keys for a moment before Diego offered to get the door for them. Her bones feeling like lead, she led the boys to the carpeted living room. Gently laying Five on the couch, she made a mental list of what she’d need to take care of four boys with no self-preservation.

“The blankets are in the corner, and I’ll go get water and Advil. You guys are absolutely going to need it in the morning.”

She returned minutes later, her arms loaded with pillows, water bottles, and a bottle of headache meds. Placing them on the coffee table, she unpacked a half dozen blankets, laying a few on Five and leaving the rest for Diego, Luther, and Klaus to divy up. Feeling a major panic attack from overworking coming on, she sunk into an arm chair, letting the night catch up with her. Before she could actually get any rest, the doorbell rang and she scurried to the door to let in Vanya. Who Klaus had apparently told very little about their situation.

“Is... is everything alright? Klaus sounded pretty worried on the phone,” Vanya inquired, her eyes filled with concern. Allison groaned, quickly running through an explanation of the night. Vanya’s eyes widened even further. “Allison, you look exhausted. Why don’t you go get some rest? I had some experience looking after Harlan when he got hurt, and I doubt Five will be too different.”

“Oh my god, thank you Vanya. I feel like I’m either going to strangle them or fall asleep standing up. Or possibly both...” The two sisters giggled as they made their way back to the living room. The boys were quietly bickering over who got which blanket.

“No more fighting,” Allison yawned. “You guys owe me big time.”

#allison hargreeves #klaus #klaus hargreeves #tua #the umbrella academy #five hargreeves #number five #diego hargreeves #luther hargeeves #vanya hargreeves

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hey-hamlet · 5 years ago

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BNHA AU Ideas : Darker Stains

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Being a villain might run in Izuku's family, but that doesn't mean he needs to be the same type of villain as his dad. After all, the world doesn't need another All for One.

But I could do with another Stain.

AKA: Izuku, stubbornly follows Stain around until the guy warms up to him, all while he slowly poisons his gen ed class against the concept of heroes. Iida is stuck in the middle of all of this and finding himself begrudgingly agreeing with the kid who seems too sweet to be a villain.

Basically, deku is stain's apprentice

Ok less apprentice, more like "kid he cant get rid of"

izuku has afo and is sensei's kid and its kinda been his mission to get stain onside, but he just kinda started staning stain

so he said "love u dad but can i just like, follow this guy" and his dad said "you know what, its good to broaden your villainous horizons" So he makes a deal w stain: the heroes don't have to die, but izuku will take their quirks from them

in this AU izuku can "borrow" a quirk pretty quickly but needs a solid minute of contact to fully take it

izuku goes to ua, hes a gen. ed. student! he's there to get connections/blackmail but he only shows up around 3 days a week because of "family matters" but he’s holding great grades so they haven’t pushed too hard about his attendance. the only quirk izuku is listed as having is minor telekinesis, its all he uses in school but he gets pretty far in the sports festival, all the way to the tournament but has to forfeit his match because he needs to do something

(it was against bakugo. he honestly could have fought it but bakugo would be way angrier not being allowed to fight him so he left a little early)

so bakugo has always been kinda,,, scared of izuku. he lives w his dad, his mum lives in europe or something, bakugo isn't sure (afo told her it'd be safer for her to leave the country because all might vs him would be dangerous. She agreed but asked that he A, look after izuku and B, she be allowed to give her quirk to him as a gift to keep him safe. its izukus favorite quirk) and izuku has always let off a creepy aura. he had a "weak" quirk but did a lot of unexplained things, was too smart etc and his dad was creepy as all hell

bakugo would never admit it, but he was kinda glad he didnt have to fight izuku

Iida doesn’t get the call from his mum until later so he gets his medal and everything.

turns out? tensei was stopped by the hero killers, they don't "kill" people but they do kill heroes, tensei fought, lost and lost his quirk

so everything happens as in canon up till hosu (mirio has ofa) so izuku knows iida a little, was on his team with todoroki (replaced kami, his quirk was great for grabbing headbands). He actually picked iida's team because he wanted to know more about him before they took on ingenium

he wasnt 100% onboard with the removal of ingenium because he wasn't all that bad but he wasn't perfect for stains ideology because he was pretty profit-focused, had no other heroes on team but loads of sidekicks who make lower rates than heroes and give his agency a funding boost and was from a Hero Family so it wasn't super likely he wanted to be a hero just to save people

but he was a nice guy and put his life on the line for people so izuku thought he was pretty ok but stain was sticking to his guns and izuku didn't want the guy dead,,, so he said sure. so, izuku kinda,,, knows iida is going to come after stain. he saw all the people who put in internship forms, he saw where iida put down and put 2 and 2 together. but, thing is? he really likes iida! every time he's met iida the guy has been super nice to him, if a little uptight. during the cavalry battle he even took a hit for izuku he didn’t need to and izuku liked that so he’s trying to steer stain away from where he knows iida is probably going to end up because fuck endeavour and he's in Hosu

(plus izuku wants that sweet sweet fire quirk because he's not allowed to take dabi's)

also: relevant but only just, izuku has a really cutesy villain costume and isn't linked to the hero killer (like, think bunny poncho)

so izuku is wandering around, trying to work out how to lure endeavour into a dark alley and not having much luck because the nomu are L o u d and he ends up getting pushed to the ground and trampled in a person stampede

which he's a little salty about! but, iida, a knight in shining armour, stops his search for the hero killer to help izuku up and ask if hes ok and izuku blushes despite himself because even tho hes trying to steal the number 2 heroes quirk hes a big fan of heroes and iida? pushing all the heroic buttons

so yada yada, stain ends up taking native because endeavour wasnt leaving the crowds and izuku goes over to take the quirk for him and iida shows up

He steps between izuku and stain (assuming stain ment to hurt izuku) and says hes going to get revenge for his brother

and stain just fucking,,, sighs because he can see izuku's blush from here and the kid is all starry eyed over baby ingenium but like, the kid is vengeance-y and that’s not great for a hero, so he thinks the least he can do is rough him up a bit to teach him what a hero should be doing, because he’s trying to make a point more than anything he doesn’t use his quirk yet and tries to explain his point to iida

izuku is sitting off to the side with native and just watching this go down (he,,, may also be stealing native's quirk,, because fuck that guy but thats not the point)

anyway, iida is losing, and pretty badly too because the kid is angry and alone. izuku has finished taking native's quirk, who still hasn’t realized because hes stupid so he hauls iida over his shoulder from where hes a little concussed on the ground and runs off with him, leaving stain to sigh because what has his life come to

izuku talks to iida about stains ideas while patching him up, admitting that he thinks iida's brother was actually a pretty good hero and that stains a little strict. iida cant help but understand stains way of thinking, even though hes mad at himself about it. he tries to ask izuku what he was doing but he just gets shushed

izuku kinda dumps iida on todoroki and runs

(todoroki swears there was something familiar about the rabbit costumed kid)

so, izuku like comes up to iida during school, says he heard ab. stain and that it was really impressive that he did all that yadda yadda, and then leaves, 20 minutes later todoroki sees iida trying to flex his arms and grimacing. iida admits his arms are a little sore but its nbd

during hero training iida collapses a little and ochako runs over, hes trying not to scream because his arms hurt so bad.

he heads to recovery girl and hes? ok? but now also got engines where his brother did? and todoroki and ochako are so lost. todoroki turns to iida and says "i know this is off topic, but didnt your involvement with stain get suppressed from the media?" and iida freezes

iida trying to find this gen ed student but he doesnt really remember izukus name. hes just "green boy w minor telekinesis who knew too much"

i want izuku ducking behind his bestie shinso to hide from the big bad hero student. shinso is ready to throw down for izuku honestly. izuku confided in shinso ab. his villainous quirk and shinso is honestly shaping up to be his righthand man. together they'll show the world what heroes should really be, by tearing the system to shreds

iida is trying to find "green boy". short skinny green boy who hides behind his tall angry friend and is only on campus like, half the week.

needless to say iida is having some trouble

so iida, honestly losing faith in heroics (in this au, todoroki told iida about the quirk marriage) goes looking for stain

iida: “where is izuku”

everyone in gen ed: 💪🏽👁👄👁👊🏽

iida, now in tears: “what are you say i ng”

basically in this au izuku has managed to poison the gen ed. kids against heroics. some of them cant stand their teachers anymore, none of them want to transfer, they fake gag when they see the heroics students and some of them have even dropped out but no one suspects izuku because the kid loves heroes!!!

mic is his homeroom teacher

ooooOOOH TRAITOR MIC TOO

so mic is also the traitor

but hes like,, stupidly in love with aizawa and izuku kinda loves eraserhead so izuku makes his dad promise to not hurt 1a/aizawa so in this au? aizawa doesn't get smashed by the nomu. aizawa was trapped by stains quirk so the guy has tr a u m a but he's not in pain. afo is honestly trying to kill allmight but izuku likes all might so they fight about it but like, a soft fight? and it's disturbing even shigiraki because you should not be lightly bickering over the life of a man

shigaraki s in the corner tears in his eyes because izuku just gave afo permission to “lightly maim him” like goddamn kid what’s wrong with u

stain runs into iida and he's like "god please i dont wanna fight you again the boss' kid will cry" and iida is like ",,, so tell me about izuku" and stain fucking glares at him w such intensity iida is both 1, sure he's correct 2, scared for his life

so stain calls kurogiri and throws iida into the bar and izuku jumps like, 6 feet in the air like a cat and is clinging to the roof but he calms the fuck down and iida is so shook that the only thing he can think to say is ",,, we are too young to be in a bar"

and izuku busts a gut and hes like, crying laughing "you're right we are way too young, why don't we go to another room?" dabi wolf whistles, then has to dodge izuku's now flying milkshake iida n izuku just chat! n iida is a little creeped? because izuku is charismatic and charming and iida agrees with him 100% but he shouldn’t be? he should be nervous or angry or at least a little confused but hes just so charming and bubbly its a little odd. honestly, all the stuff izuku pointed out? iida starts to see how bakugo can get away with acting like an ass but shinso can’t even look at someone wrong without getting set upon

iida is making massive leaps in his training because his quirk has doubled in strength! but, it feels like hes stolen something from his brother

but thats not possible, right? you cant give and take quirks.

of course not

...

right?

iida starts wondering what midoriya's quirk really is, exactly. he never named it. just said "i can use telekinesis on light stuff" but, he hung around villains and seemed to be respected by them, without any visible training, weapons or strength

and shinso, when prompted, said he empathised with midoriya, which iida thought was an odd word choice?

anyway, iida doesnt feel great during hero training. all might's villain costume feels almost offensive? and the profiling aizawa has them do feels wrong, like making assumptions based off the quirk, not the person. it just feels gross and wrong and he's starting to feel really conflicted. because stain hurt people. izuku hurt people.

but he agrees with them

#bnha au #darker stains au #Iida Tenya #tenya #midoriya izuku #izuku #stain #midoriya #iida #villain deku

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goldnsyren · 4 years ago

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idk if you take requests, but if you want to.. could you write a scene of tommy taking care of a tipsy rose and she's being really flirty? i understand if u dont haha, i just love your writing :)

Dangerous Game

➻ Summary: Rose lets slips what she really thinks; Thomas Shelby’s too beautiful to be ignored ...

➻ Rating/Warnings: T; 1920s impropriety, Innuendo, Open-ending... (Throwbacks to chapter 7 of AWoNI)

➻ A/N: This was actually so fun to write because I get to write the angst and touch starved couple I want without having to worry about overall story pacing so like god-bless you nony, hope this is what you wanted...

The two whiskeys in his stomach did nothing to dull his ever observant eyes.

Her hair was down, was the first thing he truly noticed as she entered the snug. The usual braid having become messy during one of the many dances of the night, it wasn’t long before she’d abandoned it all together to let the collar length curls hang loose.

Rose Pryor, as of tonight 27 years old, seemed the only one brave enough to enter the self imposed solitude of the clearly agitated man. “Mind some company?” She’d brazenly asked as she already began closing the door behind her.

Yes.

“No.” Thomas shook his head, lifting his hand from where it had been pinching the bridge of his nose to gesture flippantly at the chair across from him. He released a breath, forcing the tension from his shoulders as the ruckus of the party died down once more.

Rose took a seat, bracing her elbow on the smooth wood of the table between them to hold up her chin. Her shoulders dropped in an uncharacteristic slouch, a lock of curl dropping from her temple to rest beside her glassy eye.

“Having fun?” He couldn’t help but comment on her bowed state, lingering somewhere between relaxation and exhaustion. A small shine of sweat gently licked her skin, the past few hours of drinking and dancing certainly taking it’s own toll on her. He hadn’t missed the way she laughed as one of the regulars clumsily swept her around the pub in some bastardization of the Charleston when he’d first come in.

“More than appropriate.” She hummed, looking suspiciously at the glass that seemed to be nearing empty for the first time all night. Strange how she seemed to take sip after sip without making any progress just earlier. The fuzziness in her head could no longer be attributed to the dancing. Her green eyes cut to him sharply, eyeing his own glass with curiosity. “What have you been up to - in here - all alone?”

Thomas’s fingers traced the rim of his own half filled glass as he slouched on the bench. He thoughtlessly tapped the glass, deciding just how much of the evening to censor for her.

“Long day.” He settled on. He glanced at the frosted windows of the private room, the shadowy figures still clearly enjoying the party despite their absence. His brothers maybe more than anyone as he heard John and Arthur croak a chanting cheer of verse to accompany the piano playing. “Seems to be longer still.” He mumbled under his breath. He quickly turned his attention back to the birthday girl in question, silently surprised to see the intensity of her gaze directed at him. “I take it you’re hiding from another dance.”

The pub in question would be lively and busy any payday night, but it was with her coinciding birthday that they had an extra reason to drop a few more coins and have a bit more fun. At some point when they had finally wrestled her away from the bar the piano had been opened and a few tables cleared. For the first time in a long time, it was as loud and merry as it’d been before the war. Unluckily, Rose was just one of a few women who had the misfortune of being in the bar when the sudden urge to dance had taken over the drunken crowd. It seemed even she had had her fill.

At least that’s what Thomas had assumed. His eyes once more strayed to the loose hair that hung so alluring in her face.

“No, just wanted to… see you.” She admitted, green eyes flickering over him quickly.

He raised an eyebrow in a silent question. Pondering just what would make her leave her own party to speak to him.

He expected to be chided for the lackluster ‘Happy Birthday’ he’d given before retreating to the quiet seclusion of the snug. Even more likely, to be scolded for the newly opened wounds on his knuckles and the bruise freshly formed under his jaw in the late hour. What he didn’t expect was for her eyes to soften in wonder, staring into him like he imagined one would all the riches of the world.

Open and inviting, her lips twitched in silent amusement as she settled on a thought that perhaps he wasn’t meant to hear.

“You have the most extraordinary eyes.”

Her tone awed and breathy as she shamelessly stared back with her own hooded gaze. The faint flush of her drunken cheeks paired well with the small, almost coy, smile that stretched over her lips.

It wasn’t just relaxed.

It was down right debauched.

Thomas cleared his throat in an attempt to rid the heavy weight in his chest, chin tipping to his chest as he attempted to ground himself. Such simple words having no right to be so syruped in desire. He pulled out a cigarette, suddenly in desperate need to avert his gaze from hers.

“You’re drunk.” He mumbled around the roll. There was no other explanation for it.

Shamelessly, Rose nodded vigorously. “Oh very much so,” she giggled lowly. Her voice surprisingly husky as she hummed her agreement.

Thomas’ cheek twitched as he bit back a smile. His dark mood had quickly lifted, the ache in his jaw completely gone as it tightened. “Sure that’s a good idea?” He challenged. He braced his own elbow on the tabletop to match her posture, all pretense of propriety lifted in their little room.

The smile on her lips blossomed, all teeth and cheeks as her head tilted to the side. “Why wouldn’t it be?”

Thomas lifted his glass of whiskey taking a small sip as his brows jumped in subtle surprise. Touche. She must have been the only woman in the city besides Ada and Polly to feel so untouchable as to leave herself so vulnerable in the late hour.

They both knew why.

But that wasn’t something either of them talked about.

Thomas gave a sigh of understanding, briefly wondering if he’d grow to rue this new confidence of hers.

A beat of comfortable silence passed between them, Thomas watching the smoke lift from his cigarette as he listened to the sound of the drunken men outside.

It was as he placed the cigarette back in his mouth that she caught him off guard once more.

A delicate hum vibrated her throat, drawing his eyes back to hers. “You must have driven Polly up a wall. Those baby blue eyes, those freckles -” Her eyes rabidly darted around his face as if trying to count every faint speck. “-those lips.” she finished with a whisper, eyes settling on the cigarette in his mouth.

Thomas inhaled a sharp drag of the cigarette, plucking it from his mouth as he slowly exhaled. A heat was building in his cheeks, his fingers twitching in the need to… to do something…

Longing pooled quickly in his gut and the room that usually brought him such solace now unsettled him. “Alright, Rosie.” came the familiar drawl. “I think that’s enough from you tonight.”

For you. Enough for you, he meant.

The flustered Shelby cleared his throat, trying to regain control as he stood. He’d blame the lack of sleep and possible concussion later. He buttoned his coat, hopping the nimble movement would help ease the sudden tension in his fingertips as they itched for action. The crawling itch to brush the stray locked from her face. The need to hook them into her blond curls and pull her closer. The idea, that if he gave her his full attention that she’d stop looking at him with those almost hungry eyes.

When had the roles reversed?

He dare not look at her, studying the nearly empty glass of scotch she’d been cradling so carefully through the night. His hand offered to her, she seemed to hesitate only a moment before sliding the full palm of her hand into his. Thomas spared her an almost chastising look, simultaneously charmed and annoyed by that tipsy smile carved on her face. The firm, lingering caress yet another embolden move to rile him.

He pulled her up, unsurprised by the pliant way she leaned into him before steadying herself. He gestured to the door, pulling her along in hopes of getting her home and tucked away before she continued this dangerous game. Just how many glasses had she had before he arrived?

In two short strides his hand was on the door handle, their small bubble of privacy about to open wide once more. Far too embolden by the four glasses of whiskey, she was unable to help herself from getting once more teasing quip in before he put on his mask of indifference.

She ignored the lull of the comfortable silence thickening with rising tension as she leaned against him. “Are you taking me to bed, Mr. Shelby?” She sleepily whispered against his neck.

The innuendo dripped sinfully from the simple question. Thomas felt a shiver run up his spine, instinctual turning to bring her closer. He tightened his grip on the door handle, unable to bring himself to open it. He’d suddenly found himself in the middle of a dangerous game, and being the bastard he was, he couldn’t help but imagine all the ways to quickly change it to his favor.

His eyes grew dark with desire at such simple words and the lovely, lecherous picture it placed in his head. The hand that clutched hers tightening dare he pull her flush to him like he so very much wanted to. The lips she so admired came closer, brushing her ear as he forced his body to pull back from all the things he suddenly wanted to do. By god he could almost taste the salt of sweat that lingered on her neck. The familiar scent of lavender still faintly clinging beneath it.

A sharp inhale as he tried to regain focus. “Don’t tempt me.” was nearly growled in her ear.

The shiver that shook her may have been subtle, but her gasp was audible. Pulling away he looked down at her with equal surprise, heart pounding as he wondered briefly if he had finally crossed that line they seemed precariously tip toe.

Green met blue and an equal measure of shock lit both their faces. Rose’s own grip seemed to tighten back, the drunk flush of her cheeks darkening with something far more sinful.

Well, fuck...

“Alright, Rosie.”

Tag list: @chlobenet @john-silver @omg-soufflegirl @michellekstr @maddiethefashionista (let me know if you want to be added/removed from Rose/Tommy content).

#asks #requests #oc ┊ rose pryor #thomas shelby x reader

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backtobackbakubabe · 5 years ago

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Baby its Cold Outside (PART 6)

Bakugo x Reader

Fluff. Smut.

Just taking it one day at a time.

PART 1 HERE, PART 2 HERE, PART 3 HERE PART 4 HERE PART 5 HERE , PART 6 HERE PART 7 HERE PART 8 HERE PART 9 HERE PART 10 HERE PART 11 HERE PART 12 HERE PART 13 HERE PART 14 HERE

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Bakugo had been woken up by a nurse the next morning. She pulled him into the hallway where a doctor was waiting with a clipboard. Looking every bit the stereotype from the dumb tv shows y/n always watches.

The doctor smiled and held out his hand, “Ah Mr. Bakugo I presume?”

Bakugo just stared back, not bothering to shake the mans hand, “Yes, can I help you with something?”

The smile never left the doctors face as he pulled his hand back, “Yes, so I understand Y/n lives with you. Is that correct?”

Bakugo smirked, “As of a few days ago, yes, she officially live with me.”

“Oh perfect! So we are expecting her to wake up any time now and I just wanted to go over everything you might expect in terms of taking care of her while she heals. As you know she suffered a major concussion as well as multiple gunshot wounds to the stomach.”

Bakugo flinched at the memory but nodded anyways as the doctor continued his speech. “When she wakes up she’ll likely be confused and a little frustrated. Because she’s been in a bed for several weeks it may take a while for her to regain normal range of motion but that’s nothing to be concerned about. We recommend having her go to physical therapy, as well as possibly seeing a mental health professional if she needs help coping with the trauma. As the person who will be living with her just make sure she takes her medication and for the first couple of days she may need your help with daily tasks such as showering, getting dressed, picking up anything over fifteen pounds, and so on. Are you prepared to take on these tasks?”

Bakugo was almost offended, “Of course! You think I can’t take care of my own girlfriend? I basically take care of her already!”

The doctor just nodded, “Very well then. Here are some pamphlets on everything I just spoke to you about. I find they can be very helpful and informative. I understand you are a very capable man Mr. Bakugo and I think Y/n will be in great hands. We will more than likely be able to discharge her within 24 hours of her waking up and in the event that you are not here, we will make sure to give you a call to let you know when she has woken up.”

Bakugo’s heart raced at the idea that you would be waking up soon. He had said any time now. He would have sat his ass down in that chair and not left until you woke up, but he knew he has a few things to finish up at the apartment. He also knew he was in desperate need of a shower.

He had officially gotten all of your stuff moved into his place he just needed to go meet with the landlord and turn in your keys. Not that it mattered you never used them anyways seeing as you would just teleport through the door.

Bakugo was skimming through one of the many pamphlets the doctor had given him the day before, sitting in your old apparent when the landlord showed to collect the keys. He gave Bakugo a smile but his eyes looked sad. He liked y/n and was sad to hear of her accident. “Well son, I’m sure the place is in pristine condition. I’ve seen you comin and goin for weeks now to clean it up so here's a check for the security deposit and I’ve waved the cleaning fee.”

Bakugo thanked him as he pocketed the check. He was about to insist that he charge him for the cleaning fee because you were a messy gremlin and he was sure the place could use it but he was interrupted by a weird noise. It was a loud thump from his apartment. “What the fuck...”

He sprinted out of the apartment, bypassed the elevator, opting for the stairs instead. He was practically out of breath by the time he reached his door. Wow he really needs to hit the gym soon. He tried the handle but it was locked... which would mean the person in his apartment didn't use a door...

His hands shook as he ripped his keys out of his pocket and swung the door open. “Y/N!” He ran around the corner to his bed and there you were. Sitting on the floor with your head in your hands.

“Katsu...?”

He was at your side in an instant pulling you to him. “Oh my god. Shit you’re awake. You’re okay. Fuck I’ve been so fucking worried, you have no idea. I love you. I love you so fucking much, and I need you to know that.” He kept kissing the top of your head while he rubbed his hand up and down your back. That’s when he noticed the hospital gown. “Y/n... how did you get here?”

You looked at him with very sleepy and confused eyes, “I don't know. I woke up in the hospital and I was really scared. I couldn't figure out what happened or where I was and I just wanted you... and I guess I accidentally teleported here.”

He took your head in his hands and looked at you like you were crazy, “Y/n we live across town from the hospital... you’re telling me you just teleported 15 miles...”

Your eyes widened, looking just as bewildered as he did, “Yeah I guess I did.”

Next thing you know he’s hugging you so tight, “You know what? I don't even care right now. We’ll figure that out later, right now I just want to hold you. I’ve missed you so much. Dont you ever do something like that again, do you understand me. Ever.”

His phone started to ring but he let it go to voicemail. Whatever it was could wait. He hadn’t held you like this in weeks. He gently scooped you up and brought you to the bed that now had a few of your girly pillows. “Katsu? Are these my pillows? Is that my lamp? Wait what is my stuff doing in your apartment? Did you loot me while I was out?”

He chuckled as his face turned red, “Yeah about that.. I uh.. I kind of moved all of your stuff up here and terminated your lease downstairs.... surprise?”

You knew you should be irritated, but honestly you were just too exhausted to care. You barley spent time in your apartment anyways. So you just shrugged, “Oh okay I guess. I mean if you’re sure...”

He pulled you close to him, “Oh I’m sure. I need you here where I know you’re safe.”

You winced as you giggled still a little sore, “I literally lived in the apartment right below you. It wasn’t exactly a long distance relationship.”

Bakugo ignored your quip instead focusing on your face as it pinched a bit with the pain from laughing. “Are you okay? Do I need to bring you back to the hospital. Shit I probably do. You just up and left...”

You reached up and squished his cheeks together to get him to stop talking, “One thing at a time babe. Yes I am okay. I am really tired, and truthfully I’m very sore. But it’s not anything I can’t deal with. I would kill for some water though...”

He was up and in the kitchen before you could even finish your sentence. You wondered how long this over protective phase would last. Bakugo was never the kind of boyfriend who waited on you hand and foot. Before the accident he would have told you to get off your ass and get it yourself.

He came back with a huge camelback water bottle with a straw. You expected him to hand it to you but instead he crawled into bed next to you and held the straw up to your mouth. “Uh.. Honey. Not that I don’t love the fact you want to take care of me, but I can hold it myself.”

He blushed slightly muttering a sorry as he handed you the water bottle.

So you sat like that, his hands never leaving you while he caught you up on what had happened since you were out. Avoiding the topic of the accident because neither of you were ready to rip off that bandaid yet.

Your conversation was cut short by a banging on the door. Bakugo groaned and went to go answer it. Periodically turning around to look at you. Almost like he was checking you were still there. He flung the door open, “WHAT?!”

There was a very nervous Kirishima rubbing the back of his neck raw, “Okay listen man I have some bad news, but I’m going to need you to stay calm because we’re going to fix it I promise... but... uh... Y/nIsMissingAndWeDontKnowWhereSheWent....” He flinched like he was ready for Bakugo to blow up. But instead Bakugo just laughed. “Oh shit he's really lost it.”

“Oi shitty hair, you can relax, she's okay she’s here. She teleported. We’ll head back soon so they can officially discharge her and give us her medication.”

Kirishima looked like he was going to faint with relief, “Oh thank god. They only sent me because I’m indestructible. They really thought you were going to rampage. You should have seen it. First she’s mumbling in her sleep right? Next thing we all know her eyes shot open and she was asking where you were. When no one could answer her she just teleported out. They were all panicking and running around looking for her. I’ll let them know she’s safe.”

You had snuck your way over to them with very wobbly legs, “Thank’s for checking on me Kiri!”

“Oi what the fuck do you think you’re doing?! Get your ass back in bed!”

You glared at your over protective boyfriend, “I've been in bed for... for...”

“Three weeks” Kiri filled in you.

“Thank you Kiri... Three weeks! I don't think it’ll kill me to stretch my legs!”

Kirishima bit his lip to keep from laughing, “Good to see you still got your spunk. Well I’ll leave you two love birds alone. Try not to kill each other.”

He realized that was not a good joke to make when Bakugo’s eyes bore into him, “Too soon.”

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It had been two weeks since you woke up. The first week Katsuki refused to leave your side for more than 30 seconds. Everywhere you went he was right there behind you like a clingy shadow. He even took showers with you insisting it was “doctors orders”. It got real old real fast. You practically shoved him out the door the other day joking about how one of you needed to work or you wouldn't make rent and you just moved in. You still had nightmares, and any loud noise made you jump. Bakugo was trying really hard to not yell at you or be any added stress while you adjusted but you honestly hated the way he treated you like glass. Never in his life has he ever seen you as anything but strong and now he tip toes around you. That ends today.

You dressed up in your sexiest underwear and robe and waited for him on his....your bed. You kept forgetting you actually lived here now.

You heard his keys in the door and your heart started to race. “Hey baby I’m home! I was thinking about maybe making some stir fry for dinner. What do you think?” You took a deep breath and reminded yourself this was Bakugo... there was no reason to be nervous.

You stepped into the kitchen and tiptoed up to him. He had his nose buried in a grocery bag pulling out ingredients. You took the bag from his hand and put it on the counter. He froze when he saw what you were wearing.

“I think I’m hungry. But not for food.” You grabbed him by the belt loops and pulled him to you.

He smiled but his eyes gave him away. He looked nervous.

He cupped your cheeks and gave your forehead a kiss. “You look amazing babe. But you need to take your pills soon and you can't do that on an empty stomach.” He pulled away from you and went back to sorting the groceries on the counter in front of him.

You huffed and smacked him the back of the head.

“Oi! What was that for?” “You know what for! Other than our morning showers you won't touch me! And even then it’s not even sexual....” You don't know why but your were suddenly hit with a wave of insecurity. “Do you not find me attractive anymore...?”

He was at your side in an instant. He put one hand in your hair while the other one gripped your chin rubbing soothing circles on your cheek. “Are you crazy? of course I find you attractive! You are the single most beautiful women I’ve ever seen.”

Tears threatened to spill out, “Then why won't you touch me?”

He sighed as he thought carefully about what he said next. “I guess I’m just scared of hurting you. I’m the reason you were hurt in the first place and the thought of causing you any more pain... it... it drives me crazy. You just woke up from a medically induced coma only two weeks ago! I didn't want to do anything until you were ready!”

You looked up at him with needy eyes, “Well I’m ready now...”

And that's all it took.

Bakugo’s lips crashed to yours as his hands gripped your ass. You knew you were needy but you had no idea you were this touch starved until the feeling of his hands on you practically made you melt.

He pulled back just long enough to tell you to jump. You eagerly compiled as you wrapped you legs around his waist. He walked you over to the couch and laid you down.

Your robe was long forgotten on the floor and his shirt and your bra was quickly joining it. Katsuki worshipped your body. He always had. He showered you with kisses starting at your neck and trailing downwards. He took his time with each of your breasts. Taking one nipple in his mouth while he rubbed the other between his fingers. He had you soaked and squirming with seconds. Your hips bucked up and he grunted as you made contact with his growing erection.

He continues his path down briefly pausing to give every single one of your scars the softest kiss imaginable. You could see the pain fast through his eyes briefly. You wound your hands through his hair, “I’m okay baby. I’m here and I’m okay and I need you. Please.”

He tugged your underwear off along with pants. He put his arms on either side of your face holding all of his weight off of you. lined himself up with your entrance and in one sweet snap of his hips you were seeing stars. His mouth covered yours as he swallowed your moans. He let you adjust before he set a slow, deep, rhythm.

You’ve been dating for three months now, and you don't think you had ever had sex that want heated and rough. He was taking his time, showing you with every thrust how much he loved you. Even the moans you let out were soft. This wasn't fucking, this was making love. And the thought made your head spin.

He leaned down and nibbled on your ear before whispering, “You’re so fucking beautiful. I want you to know that. You’re it for me. Do you understand me?”

You pulled his head back to face you, “I understand. You’re it for me too. I couldn't do this with anyone else.”

He smirked, “Damn right you couldn't.”

Yours hands made their way to his strong muscular back, “Now fuck me like you mean it Katsuki. I won't break I promise.”

His dick twitched at your words before he picked up the pace.

You both got lost in the sensations you both had been craving. He pounded into you relentlessly. Hitting the spot the way it seemed only he could. It wasn't long before you felt yourself unraveling.

“Yeah thats it baby! Cum for me! Let go!”

You were overtaken by the most intense, toe curling orgasm.

You could feel Bakugo start to pull out but through your pants you yelled, “No cum inside me!”

His hips stuttered a but before he finally released inside of you.

He rolled to the side and pulled you on top of him so you could both fit on the couch.

After he caught his breath he looked over to you and kissed your forehead, “That was probably the hottest thing you’ve ever said to me.”

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savysavannah · 4 years ago

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Practice Challenge one: Part One

Beginnings:

“Fuck!” I yelled and slammed my hands against the steering wheel. This wasn’t the first time I’d had a total mental breakdown in the dim lighting of the courthouse parking lot, and it sure wasn’t gonna be the last. This case was rigged from the get-go, Mr. Dean esquire was always there against me, swaying the jury with his charismatic personality and his masculine gender. Not to mention it was a jury which he decided to leave fully as white men, his fellow groupies against my defendant, a woman of color who defended herself against her abuser who came at her with a gun.

I took a deep breath and closed my eyes. Opening them I saw Dean sashaying to his car. I considered putting my own in reverse and waiting until he just walked by, then bye bye Dean. Deciding that it wouldn’t be worth the cost of defending myself I waited until after he’d passed to pull out and start to drive to Illean Private University. I was an attorney coach for a Mock Trial team and of course, had to encourage these kiddos that law was the best career and it would really be fulfilling to help people. Driving past the Greek life houses I couldn’t help but smile thinking of happier times. Chugging shitty beer, dressed like a total slut and not giving one single fuck.

After an hour or two of bullshitting some kids and reminding them to object when someone playing a witness says “well I heard the defendant say he was mad at the victim so he must have killed her.” I drove on my way home.

“Incoming call from Uncle Dipshit'' said my car, continuing the never ending day that is my life.

“What?”

“Hey little Savy-Hannah, I’m in a bit of a bind and need some help.”

“What was it? Cocaine? Meth? Or did you finally snap and get caught with heroin.”

“Come on, Savannah, why would you just assume that, can’t I call my one and only niece because I wanna talk to her?”

“At 11pm? Friday night? Bullshit.”

“.......fine Sav-”

“Fuck you, I’m not doing probono work for you anymore. Get your shit together or get the fuck out of our lives.”

Taking a turn away from my apartment I started to head for Lux, my old usual club. I hadn’t gone in awhile but right now I needed to get absolutely shitfaced. 8 shots and 2 waters later I was grinding up against some strangers to Kesha’s “Die Young”, a classic. Suddenly I heard an all too familiar voice, “Savannah!”

My brother. Specifically, my oldest brother, Dan. He danced his way over to me of course being in this scene and grabbed my wrist. “Wha-u wan dan?” I slurred and kept jumping to the song.

“I was worried about you, Ricky called and said you were acting weird.”

“Weird!" I laughed throwing my head back "Because I wouldn’t clean up his shit for once!” I screamed over the music before he pulled me out of the club by the wrist. As soon as the cool air hit my cheeks I leaned my head back and looked up at the sky.

“I wish I was a star." I mumbled seeing the shimmering lights above us before suddenly leaning forward and hurling all over the cement. Probably a usual occurrence for Lux but I still felt bad. Dan rolled down the windows of my car as he drove me home, I stuck my head out of it for the breeze to feel the air in my lungs.

“How’d you find me?” I mumbled, still not fully back to myself.

“We all have eachothers phone locations, remember? You insisted on it like a year ago after you interned on that kidnapping case.” He sighed as we drove up the familiar road home.

“You’re really a mess you know that?” He asked. It's not like he was much better….well, he was but it's not like I'm our brother Danny. At least I made something of myself. Didn't get handed my career and a wife on a silver platter. Or like Daniel who was still so far back into the closet that we really aren't sure if he'll ever come out, even though our family would be more than accepting of him.

I was tempted to defend myself but stopped, “I know, I just need a win."

The next morning Dan was sleeping on my couch and I was on the living room floor. “You couldn’t have carried me to bed?” I mumbled through a yawn.

“You’re the dumbass who got white girl wasted and said you were too tired to walk to your room.”

“What time is it?” I mumbled and went to find my phone despite the world swaying as I crawled to my purse.

He lifted his arm up to look at his watch, “Like 8:00am chill out.” He groaned.

“HOLY FUCK 8?” I flinched at the loudness of my own voice. I was normally up at six, two hours slept in, what’s today it’s a wednesday. ‘What was I supposed to do today? No clients in court today, so that’s good. Okay so I suppose I have to? Paperwork?’

I sighed, “You’re fucking lucky I didn’t have court today.” Stumbling up I ran to my room to change out of yesterday's clothes, splash some water on my face and get on the move.

"Lucky? I'm the one who got your ass home at all!" He yelled back from the living room as I slipped into a different skirt. Shirt could stay the same, just a plain white shell no one would notice. But skirt absolutely not. I grabbed a pair of earrings and a bag of makeup wipes and rushed past Dan.

"Fine sorry love ya. Family dinner on saturday right?" I hurried as I slung a purse over my shoulder.

"You got it." He replied.

"Uh, stay awhile have breakfast if you want. I've got bagels and eggs. Just lock up when you leave." I remembered finally to be polite as he stretched getting up from the sofa.

The office was busy and loud as usual. I tried to smile and act like I wasn't hungover as holy hell while I walked to my desk.

There was someone new taking a desk near me too. Lanky guy probably straight out of law school too. I sized him up for a moment before nearly catching his eye but going back to my work.

It wasn't till lunch that I had to actually deal with another human when I ran into Mr. Asshole-dean.

"Ms. Mars?" He said as he tapped my shoulder in line at the starbucks near the courthouse.

I turned but knew his voice right away, "Mr. Dean?" I replied wondering why he was bothering me. He seemed to catch my cold tone.

"What, rough night? Does suck the night you lose the case but don't worry. You'll get better at losing, can't win em all."

I would like to get an extra extra hot- you know what make it just a cup of fucking lava to poor on this jackass. I smiled, "Thanks! I'm sure it didn't take you long to get used to it." I gave a passive aggressive smile and looked down to my watch.

"Listen, Mars, I know we're opposing counsel but I don't mean any harm by it. I think we could be great friends if you'd give it a shot. I mean I'm sure we both hate our jo-"

"Hi I'd like a venti mocha!" I ordered cutting him off the scurried back to my car.

I had a few hours before I actually had a meeting. It was just to speak with a judge over a custody case between a homophobic mother and two "really good friends" one of who was the father of the child in question. There was a chance it could turn into a serious case, the mom was wealthy and if she got too displeased she could probably turn it into a civil suit on the grounds of the father being gay. But it wasn't likely she'd take the time. She was only really fighting for custody to use their kid as a weapon in the divorce.

I drove home with my coffee deciding I wanted to Pad Thai leftovers I had as comfort/hangover/please-god-dont-make-me-live-another-day food.

Daniel was sitting on my couch when I walked in. "Can you not just walk into my house? Dan may have forgotten to lock it but that's no reason for you to just waltz in here!" I yelled as I dropped my purse and walked up to him.

"Is that my mail?" I huffed and snatched my letters from him. It was just junk mail but he still had no right to be so intrusive.

He looked up at me with a slight glare, "I know what you did and I'm gonna get you back for it." And as quickly as he came he scurried out.

Ringing up Dan I tapped my foot on the ground, "You forgot to lock the door!" I yelled into the phone.

"Oh shit my bad. You okay?" He asked.

"Yes, but Daniel was just here. All pissed over something." I grumbled and walked to the fridge to get out my leftovers.

"Any idea of what?" He asked.

"No clue." I answered.

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“No, don’t call anyone. Listen, they record everything but our conversations for confidentiality, if you call someone it’s possible that they might somehow be involved and we don’t want prosecution to get that- understand?” I hated explaining the basics to my clients, but those dumbassses would sign their own sentences if they didn’t know any better.

I walked up to the courthouse, in one hand I had my phone, the other a black coffee from the starbucks across the street, my work back slung over my shoulder and threatened to slide lower onto my arm. As I turned the corner I was suddenly burning with hot coffee against my chest and a stranger staring down at me as I had run right into him,

“FUCK!” I yelled as I stepped back. My heel slipped in a crack on the sidewalk, the top of it snapping it too causing me to fall back, my head hitting the hard concrete.

When I opened my eyes again he was standing over me. It was the new guy who sat across from me. "Don't worry I called an ambulance." He assured. I was going to sit up but as I pieced the situation together I realized I was no longer wearing a shirt. Instead I had his blazer placed over my top. I assume because of the burning coffee which would have been sitting on my torso had he not.

He rode in the ambulance to the hospital. We sat in awkward silence as I tried to figure out his angle. Was he afraid I'd sue. I was the one who bumped into him. Did he wanna ask me questions about our workplace. It'd been a month or so since he'd arrived though so that wouldn't make sense.

He sat next to me at the hospital and was still there when the doctor told me it was a light concussion and a small burn. He sighed, finally not seeming like a stiff board for a moment. Maybe he was scared I'd sue. I turned to him in the hospital bed when we had a moment alone.

"Why are you here?" I asked.

He blushed and looked down mumbling a bit as he said "I just wanted to make sure you were okay. I wouldn't be able to work anyways till I knew." My eyebrows furrowed in confusion.

"Why? I'm the one that bumped into you?" I asked.

He was about to respond when the brigade of brothers came in. He seemed startled at all the sudden male energy in the room. "Ah, these are my brothers Dan, Danny, and Daniel. Daniel is a family name." I added the common addition when introducing them to anyone.

He stood up and shook Dan's hand firmly "Nicholas Lamia." He said. I realized then that I also didn't know his name. Danny started to get suspicious as he looked at him with antagonizing eyes.

"How do you know our sister?" He asked. Nicholas flushed again and tried to find words for a moment.

"We work together. He's the one who called the ambulance." Daniel set a balloon down next to me that he'd gotten at the gift shop.

We hadn't really spoken since his home break in. I still don't know what that was about. But he's been suspicious since. Once they released me Nicholas went on his way and the Mars siblings stood on the sidewalk and considered where to go.

"Should we get sushi? It's been a moment since we hung out without mom and dad." Dan suggested leading the conversation.

"Hmm, works for me. Samantha's out of town for work." Danny chimed in.

I sighed thinking about all the work I still had to do. But it had been a minute since we hung out for fun, and cucumber rolls wouldn't be too bad right about now. "Sure I'm in." I replied.

"You?" Danny asked Daniel.

He mumbled for a moment with the same guilty look, "no, I don't th-"

Suddenly Danny got him in a headlock, "come on even Savy agreed and she'd rather eat shit than waste time." He joked. I rolled my eyes and we all piled into Dan's car.

The waitress led us up to a small booth towards the back. At first I was going to sit next to Daniel but the blaring TV would send me down a spiral. There was a government program on and as soon as that shit for an heir came on I'd be fuming about how we're leaving the lives of multiple disadvantaged people to a boy who did body shots off a Delta Nu on a thursday night. I wasn’t exactly sure if that story was true, but it wouldn’t surprise me based off of what I’d seen from more credible sources than Lucy in the room down that hall at the sorority house who was gushing about how she wished it could be her. Prince Eaton went to the University of Labrador with us and she was hopeful that he would do it but sadly, no.

Dan saw my eyes lingering on the TV and switched sides of the booth with me. We were just about finished and considering desert when I began to notice the glances and smirks. I wiped with a napkin thinking maybe I had some rice on my face, but they continued nonetheless. It wasn’t like creepy guys smirking either, it was everyone. The air felt different and Daniel looked like he was going to be sick. “What?” I asked as he opened his mouth.

It looked like he was about to say something but couldn’t find the words. Dan opened to speak too, “Savannah, we didn’t think you’d ge-”

“Oh my gosh congratulations on being selected! Would you like a desert? Everything is on the house of course!” The waitress smiled.

I looked up at her as if she were speaking German. “Congratulations on what?” I asked.

“On being selected! They were just announced, are you so excited? Could I also get a photo by any chance! The next queen of Illea could be sitting at my booth!” She cheered.

The world slowed as my mind raced selected? Like The selection selected? I didn’t apply? I didn’t want to apply? How did I even get entered? What did Daniel want to tell me? Did Daniel do this? Was this his revenge for what?

I snapped out of it as Dan called my name. “I’m sorry. I have to step out for a moment.” I said and grabbed my purse running out of the restaurant, feeling everyone watching me. I walked to the side of the building and pressed my back against the cold brick panting. I crumbled inwards as my brothers ran over to me. I took a deep breath in,

“I don’t”

another breath

“understand.”

Suddenly a man with a long lens camera appeared. How did that happen so fast? How did he know what she looked like? Stupid your Savannah Mars it’s not like you’re a nobody your grandpa runs the largest candy company in the world.

“Can you back off?” I heard Dan ask him.

He kept ignoring Dan entirely, that is till Dan pushed his camera out of focus. “What the fuck man? Chill.” The creep said and went to shove Dan. Level headed Dan of course responded by punching him in the face.

We all piled into his car and drove to my house. I sat in the car ride silent and waited for someone to speak. No one did but Daniel still looked like he was going to throw up. We all sat on the sofa in continued silence. Only Dan spoke to offer everyone water.

No one said yes to it but a cup appeared in front of each of us anyways, always the responsible older brother.

I inhaled then finally said, “I’m not mad. I just want to know why?” and looked at Daniel. It was clear by now that he was the culprit.

He sat there in silence, his lip whimpering like he wanted to cry. Like he wanted to cry? If anyone’s going to cry it should be me. Suddenly I lunged at him to get in a hit. Only Danny’s arm stopped mine from smashing into his face.

“Why?” I yelled.

“I thought you made a gay dating profile for me.” He whimpered.

“What?” I asked, even more confused than before.

Dan spoke up, “Danny made a gay dating profile for him to try and give him a little push. When he got mad he said it was you who did it.”

“I just saw the letter sitting there and it seemed like the perfect way to get back at you for meddling in my love life. I was just gonna taunt you with submitting it, then Dan told me it was Danny but he said you wouldn’t get in and you’d just never know.” Daniel explained.

“Well, statistically speaking you shouldn’t have.” He defended. My anger shifted to the brother holding me back. If Danny had teased Daniel about his sexuality none of this would have happened. But I couldn’t do anything with him still holding my wrist.

I stood from the sofa and the brothers stood as well. “I’m going to go get changed.” The second they relaxed I turned and charged at Danny. “You fucking bitch!” I yelled and started to pull at his hair. He didn’t fight back but Daniel panicked and Dan rushed over. I was yanked off of him before I could make any real damage but he did look hurt enough.

“How could you! Just minding your own fucking business could have avoided this whole thing! And Daniel!” I yelled and turned. “Don’t fucking get vengeance especially not without communicating!”

The phone started to ring. It was probably about the selection. I huffed over ready to say, “Hi, yes this is Savannah Mars. No, I would not like to participate, please pull someone else.” But as I picked up the phone I realized something. Daniel would have had to forge my signature. In order to apply for me he had to sign a contract. If I say I want out I would have to prove I didn’t agree to begin with. That would mean proving the false signature. Which is by the way, illegal.

I sighed, held the phone to my ear. “Yes this is she. I’m so excited to be selected and am more than happy to discuss a time for you to send your people over.”

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rorynne · 6 years ago

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Reckless

Pairing: Doctor!Bucky Barnes/Barton!Reader

Summary: You aren't really known for making the best life choices. But maybe Doctor Barnes can convince you to be a little less risky?

Warnings: Doctor!AU, mild swearing, vague depictions of injury and general doctoring.

Word count: 1.6k

A/N: This was inspired by two asks sent to @bucky-plums-barnes that i just really wanted to see made into a fic. So here it is, unbeta’d and barely proof read. Dont say i didnt warn you

You weren’t hurt, sore, maybe, but you were not hurt. You winced as your friend hit a pothole in just the wrong way, okay maybe you were a little more than sore, bruised. It wasn't even the worst thing you've done all week, you just... landed wrong, that's all. It's definitely not as bad as that time with the fire pokers. Natasha shot a frustrated glance at you in the rear view mirror as she drove, “Who the hell has the brilliant idea to jump off a two story building sober?”

“Clint dared me, what the hell was I supposed to do? Be a coward?” You defended as Natasha sent her poisonous glare to the man sitting in the passenger seat. A man who probably has collected as many scars and injuries as you have over the years, you two were not known for good decision making.

“Hey!” Clint threw his hands into the air, “Don't drag me into this I wasn't the one that jumped.”

“Yeah you did you went first!”

“Why do I associate with you two?” Natasha groaned as she pulled in front of the hospital. “Clint, carry them inside so I can find a place to park,” she ordered and Clint jumped into action, very carefully pulling you out of the back seat. You winced as a shock of pain pulsed through you when he touched your ribs, yeah, bruised.

The wait for the ER wasn’t nearly as long as you expected it to be, probably because Clint ended up carrying you into the hospital, alerting all of the nearby staff. It only took about ten minutes for your name to be called. A nurse forced you into a wheelchair as she seen you attempt to limp to the examination room, much to your dismay. She quickly got to work taking your vitals and taking you to get x-rays done before wheeling you into your examination room.

“Seriously, I think everyone is getting far too worked up about this, I feel fine,” you said to Clint and Natasha as you waited for the doctor.

“You didn't see how your head hit the pavement.” Clint said, making sure not to meet Natasha’s glare.

You threw your head back in frustration causing the dull ache in your head to explode into a burst of pain. You hissed, holding your head in one hand before finally adding, “Yea but it stopped bleeding, that's all that matters right? This is a complete waste of time.”

As if to answer your question, the exam room door opened, and in stepped a young doctor with steel blue eyes and brown hair tied into a messy man bun. Well damn, if the ER doctors were going to be this cute maybe it wasn't a waste of time. “When I seen ‘Barton’ on the chart I was expecting Clint’s name next to it. You didn't tell me there was two of them Natasha.” The doctor said, shaking his head as he looked at the charts.

“Hey, I already had my monthly visit to the ER, doc.” Clint protested before gesturing to you, “Now it's their turn.”

The doctor raised an eyebrow as he looked between the two of you, “There was far too much to unpack in that statement than we can get to today.” He sighed before sticking out his hand to you “I’m Doctor James Barnes, but you can call me Bucky. I've already patched your brother up on a number of occasions. How are you feeling?”

You blinked once or twice before shaking his hand, “I feel fine, I’m just a little bruised is all. I promise you Dr. Barnes, these two are just overreacting.”

Bucky glanced at you incredulously before looking at Natasha who was thoroughly unamused at driving her friend to the ER at three in the morning. “Does a general disregard for their own health and safety run in the family?”

“No.” You and Clint answered in unison.

“Yes.” Natasha said, arms crossed.

Bucky sighed, “Well, you have two broken ribs according to the x rays, but your ankle isn't broken so that's a plus.” He shined a light into your eyes, causing you to wince in pain as your headache pulsed angrily. “Do you know what year it is, doll?”

You paused, distracted by the nickname, “Uh, what?”

“What year is it?”

You grew slightly distracted again as you noticed the sway of two dog tags hanging from his neck, “2019?” You almost guessed, forcing your attention back to his question.

He nodded at the answer, checking things off on his clipboard, “Any head pain, nausea, dizziness?”

“I hit my head on the pavement, Of course it hurts.” You shrugged, sounding a bit snippier than you intended. “I mean, yeah but I’m okay, I walked it off.”

He raised a concerned eyebrow as he moved to your ankle. “How did you even manage all of this?”

“Yes Y/N, Tell the nice doctor how this all happened.” Natasha frowned, leaning back into her seat. You flushed slightly as the ridiculousness of the plan set in.

“Well, I mean, Clint and I were watching some parkour videos, where people jumped off high ledges and stuff.” Bucky’s eyebrows shot up in horror as you started your story, completely distracted from treating you ankle. “So we tried jumping from the roof of our apartment building. Turns out it's harder than it looks.” He looked at you dumbstruck, before opening his mouth and closing it.

“You could have broken your neck and died. You're lucky that you're even sitting here for me to patch you up doll.” He frowned, as he started to wrap a bandage around your ankle. “You've got a sprained ankle, two broken ribs, and a concussion out of the deal. You shouldn't be so reckless.”

You winced as he tightened the wrapping, “I've walked away from worse. Normally I just don't bother coming in unless I don't stop bleeding, or something is bent wrong.”

“You shouldn't be walking at all,” he argued, growing slightly frustrated by your disregard for your health. “You could have seriously been hurt, and honestly you should be coming into the ER for much less than this.” You bit your lip at his pleading face, he looked like a kicked puppy as he scolded you for your recklessness. Did he really have any right to be this damn cute? The answer to that was no, but you sure as hell weren't complaining. “Next time you get hurt like this, promise me you aren't going to try to walk it off? I already know enough reckless punks to last me a lifetime.”

He looked at you with his kicked puppy face and you felt your stomach flutter. “I promise.” You mutter as he helped you up and handed you a set of crutches. Maybe coming to the ER wasn't so bad after all.

You started to become a regular face at the hospital, much to Bucky’s relief and dismay. As it turns out, you are more reckless than your brother, often finding yourself in Bucky’s exam room once or twice a week, each time earning a thorough scolding from him on making good choices. Every once in a while his lectures would be peppered with pet names and flirtatious remarks that sent your heart a flutter. When he wasn't available to take care of you, his friend Steve would make sure to patch you up then usually minus the scolding.

Slowly, Bucky started to expect you to come in on certain days, usually the weekend, late at night seemed to be when you had your brilliant daredevil ideas. When you came in at different times, the other doctors and nurses were all sure to let him know you were okay. He took solace in knowing that, as long as you were coming in, that meant you were at least breathing.

A solace that was cracked when one week, you just didn’t come in. No one had seen you, or Clint, all week causing Bucky to grow concerned. Had you just not gotten hurt? At this point he wondered if that were even possible for you. Had you fallen back into not going to the ER? That was possible, but you always seemed happy to be patched up by him, would you really just suddenly stop? Inevitably his mind fell to the worst possible outcome, one that Steve had to repeatedly remind him probably wasn't the case.

It only got worse when two more weeks passed without you showing up. Bucky felt like he was losing his mind. He was practically sick with worry, trying not to do something stupid himself, when the head nurse handed him a medical chart. “Your patient is in room three.” She smiled slyly before moving onto the next task in her day. His heart leapt to his throat when he seen the name on the chart.

The relief he felt seeing you as he opened the exam room door was unimaginable. You looked up at him sheepishly with a badly swollen wrist, He was just glad you weren't dead. “Where on earth have you been doll?” he asked, quickly getting to work on bandaging your sprained wrist.

“You kept telling me that I should be less reckless, so I decided to try it out.” You have a slight chuckle of a laugh and scrunched your nose before you continued. “Turns out it's boring.”

He laughed, shaking his head. “You're gonna give me a heart attack doll. Do you know how worried I was not seeing you for three weeks?”

You stared at him biting your lip. “You know,” you said eventually, “there's other ways to be able to see me that don't require a trip to the hospital.”

He paused, looking up from bandaging your wrist before nodding and giving his flirtatious smirk. “Do you want to meet up for lunch this week doll?”

You grinned at his invitation. “Sounds like it'll be more fun than spraining my wrist trying to climb a wall.”

His jaw dropped. “You did what?!”

#bucky x reader #bucky barnes #bucky #marvel fic #bucky x you #bucky x y/n

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