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melly0990 · 10 months ago

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Our master's disciple

Fanfic scribble below

(A flashback From mimiko and nanako's perspective)

A month ago a young boy seems to be acquainted with our master

We've been watching that boy interact with our master, talking to him, being with the master during his excorsim of spirits, and the only thought on our minds whenever we see him is "who is he?"

So we went to the master wanting to ask him about that boy

Master geto is in a room quietly reading a book. If we'd had to guess maybe it was on sorcerers or curses?

We lied on his lap wanting to get his attention. He seems to have noticed us and asks "is there something bothering you two?"

I replied "master geto we were wondering about that bowl cut hair boy who visits you often, who is he exactly? Is he a jujutsu sorcerer? He seems to have a big and strong aura around him but It dosent feel like cursed energy"

"Ah you meant shigeo" master closes his book "he actually isn't a jujutsu sorcerer like us. He is an esper"

Mimiko clenched to master geto wanting to know more "master what is an esper?"

He ruffled mimiko's hair gently "well an esper is similar to a sorcerer but different, they can see curses and exorcise them but they differ from not having many things a sorcerer has such as reverse cursed technique, domains, veils, etc. As well as they're energy being different than ours"

"That boy's name is Shigeo kageyama, while powerful he does struggle with controlling his powers therefore I am mentoring him on how to do so"

I rised my head a little and questioned curiously "why did you choose to mentor him?"

"Shigeo has great potential within him that he does not know of, I wish for him to see his potential and join our family and goals"

Master brushed my hair gently with his hands "when you two get to greet shigeo can you keep it a secret from him that I run a cult and that we kill monkeys"

I tilted my head "why?"

Master answered "Well there's a chance shigeo has been raised by monkeys himself, said monkeys would have not only not want him around a cult leader but one whom has murdered plenty of they're kind"

Master geto raised his finger "see it this way imagine if shigeo learns that I am a mass murderer and leader of this cult who wishes to eradicate all non sorcerers or non espers he would have thought of all of that as "bad" and would have refused to join me, do you understand?"

"Yes master we understand, we won't tell him"

(Back in the present from mob's perspective)

What a nice weather today

The wind feels even nicer when I'm sitting on this bench

It feels so refreshing

Still master geto is taking a while isn't he?

Miss manami told me he went somewhare to exorcise a spirit for someone and said if I want to see him I have to sit on this bench and wait for him but he hasn't came back yet

I wonder what's taking him so long? Maybe this particular spirit or curse is really good at hiding?

While wandering in my thoughts, suddenly I heard a rustle In the tree nearby it's like something flew to it

"Mimiko that was way too high of a kick!" i then heard a yelling voice followed with a softer one "didn't you say I have to kick it with more impact?"

"Yea but that was way too much impact and now it's stuck on that tree!"

I saw two young girls who look a bit older than me, one has a hazel blonde hair with a light yellow dress and the other has brown hair with a blue sweater and slight dark blue long skirt whom is holding a pink doll, I wonder why does it have a rope on it's neck?

The hazel blonde hair girl sighed "now how are we gonna get the ball? It's way too high for us to do a human ladder on it" the brown haired girl suggested "we could use our cursed techniques to get the ball to fall down from up there"

Cursed techniques?

"I don't know would that work?"

"Um excuse me" the two girls heard my voice then looked at me

"Hey it's him! The kid who master geto is teaching" called out the hazel blonde hair one

The brown haired one asks "is there something you want from us? Because we are currently busy on something my sister should have clarified to me clearly"

"Oh come on mimiko don't pin the blame on me! You should have been more careful"

"Then why didn't you tell me not to kick it with too much impact nanako?"

The girl with light colored dress who's name is nanako as I heard stomps her feet "how was I supposed to know you'd launched it into the tree really hard?!"

They seem to be bickering, maybe I should help them with my powers

Master geto did say to me they can be used in many helpful ways and I've been training how to control them well so I should use them

I began to make the ball float with my ESP and that caught both of the girls attention for them to stop they're arguing

The ball landed on nanako's hands while her face is surprised

quietly and softly she said "um thanks"

"Your welcome"

........

I helped them yet the air.....kind of got awkward between us looks like we're all unsure of what to say. I'm not exactly good at making friends so I don't know what words I should let out other than your welcome

"Um how about we give out our names?" Nanako began speaking

"My name is nanako hasaba and this here is my sister mimiko hasaba"

Mimiko waved her hand with a neutral face "Hello, can you tell us your name?"

"It's shigeo kageyama nice to meet you both"

"Nice to meet you too" said nanako

I asked them "I sensed some energy within you two, are you jujutsu sorcerers like master geto?"

"Yes we are, master geto told us about you, your an esper correct?" Said mimiko

"Yea I am"

Nanako looked at the ball in her hands then to me "do you wanna play with us?"

I shaked My head "no I just came here to talk to master geto I'm waiting for him right now and I don't feel like playing, sorry"

The girls looked at each other then to me

Nanako replied "ok suit your self"

The girls continued playing with they're ball

...

...I can't play with them

My powers are dangerous, I may have used them well today but what if something happens and I ended up hurting them?

What if I accidentally destroy something?

Just like how I hurted ritsu 2 years ago

I'm sorry I do want to kick the ball with you

But I can't I don't want to harm you

"Hello shigeo how have you been" a voice called out to me

It's master geto's voice

I looked back at him and greeted "Hi master I came here to talk to you today"

"Is that so? Let's come inside then alright?"

I agreed "ok"

#mob meets geto au #geto suguru #shigeo kageyama #nanako hasaba #mimiko hasaba #jjk #mp100 #jujutsu kaisen #mob psycho 100 #crossovers

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spookycatholicknight · 10 days ago

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Eight Chapter 3:

Rachel walked the grounds of the mental institution. A clicking followed the young adult female. Rubbing the tired from her eyes she continued to walk the grounds. Pausing for a moment she looked at the lab building next door, or really half a mile away as the buildings here were quite large. Thoughts ran rampant of what could possibly be happening within that building. Even some fun fantasy ideas, like if they were creating bio-weapons to take over people on earth. Or infect everyone with some sort of mind control. It was quite fascinating to think about. Turning her head she looked back to her building before suddenly from her side someone walked into her vision. "He-" "EEK!" Rachel squealed and jumped a little before laughing a bit. "Oh, sorry." Her male coworker said, waving it off Rachel shrugged. "You're fine." "I should- probably not walk up on people like that. Anyway, do you have anything to pass down?" Rachel shook her head, "Lia tried to escape again. " "yeah?" "Mhm, she even was able to get out of her straight jacket." "Wow really? I wonder how she managed that." Rachel shrugged, "Beats me. But she was wandering the courtyard when I found her and convinced her to go back to her room." "How'd you convince her?" "Well I tried the nice way first- until she tried to attack me with her bitten fingernails. So I just had to tackle and wrestle with her till she finally gave up." The coworker chuckled a bit. "Oh wow, that's sounds rough. Is that why you have-" The male then gestured to his face and eye, Rachel smirked. "Yep, that's why I've got some battle scars." "My hell." The man grunted, "Did medical help you or-" "Nah don't need it. She was cleaned when she got here so I'm pretty sure I won't have any rabies." Rachel teased making her coworker laugh some more. "Alright well I'll take over. You and your sister take care now." "Thanks." Rachel nodded and began to walk away before the guy spoke out once more. "Hey uh- your sister is Lucy Ochroma right?" Rachel paused "uh yeah. What's up?" Turning she asked before the guy looked a bit surprised. "Oh well.. just curious." Rachel nodded a little before turning, "Have a good night." "Yeah you too."

"Jeeze what took you so long?" Lucy asked as Rachel took her hair out of her braid before hopping into the SUV. "Just passing down to Victor about Lia." "Ah gotcha. Is she still raging on about her dad?" Rachel nodded, "yeah." Lucy clicked her tongue as they drove out of the driveway of the clinic. "Poor lady, I couldn't imagine being schizo so young in her life." Rachel nodded. "Yeah." The night was calm as the girls drove home. Rachel looked out the window as she enjoyed the view, all the trees and flowers that had been blooming. Even if she couldn't stop sneezing every hour of the day, it was still a beautiful sight to see. Rachel closed her eyes and whispered a small prayer of gratitude for the wonderful day. Yes maybe her allergies were bad, her face now had scratches on them and she had a headache from the earlier fight. Maybe even the fact Bruce was gone and she had to deal with school for another decade or so to become her dream job. All these factors were reasons to complain that her day wasn't great. But in truth, everyday was good due to the simple fact it was another day. A new opportunity to chase her dreams, to achieve new goals. Hell, the sky wasn't crashing and fiery rocks weren't falling from the sky. While the earth was breaking and crumbling hence killing everyone. That, would be a bad day. But the sky was still blue, birds were still flying, Rachel had a cute home to go to. Where she could receive hot and flavorful foods.

Today, was still a good day. Regardless of the issues she was dealing with.

"Oi!" "Huh? What?" Rachel snapped from her thoughts as he turned and looked at Lucy. "Did you want anything?" Lucy gestured to the ice-cream fast food place that she had pulled up to. "Oh, uhm no thanks I'm good." "Not even some fries?" Rachel's eyes widened as she turned to Lucy and looked at the board of the golden, salty, wonderful picture of the fries on the billboard. Rachel felt herself bitting her tongue and nodded. "Oh- yes I'll take some." Lucy only laughed and nodded as she then ordered an extra large fry. Pulling past the ordering table she parked at the window. "You and your fries huh?" "Potatoes is the only carb I can't live without." Rachel mumbled as she looked out the window. "Ha- yeah I can't without bread." Turning her head Lucy took Rachel's card with her fingers and held it up to the cashier. "I feel so rich holding cards like this, Rachel chuckled at Lucy's fun words. "Alright hold these." Lucy handed Rachel the bag of food before handing her back her card. Then she waved goodbye to the servers and drove off. "Alright we'll get home and eat an- are you eating already?" Lucy looked over as she heard crunching only to see 13 or so fries hanging out of Rachel's mouth. "Hm- oh don't look!" Rachel said muffled as she covered her mouth to hide all the food she was shoving into her face. "Do you have one of MY Mozzarella sticks?!" Lucy said before moving her friend's hand and seeing indeed there was a mozzarella stick hanging out. Only before ripping the half hanging out off and tossing it into her own mouth. "You dork I asked if you wanted anything you should have asked!" "I didn't see your stick in my food!" Rachel said with all the mashed potato madness in her cheek like a chipmunk. Lucy rolled her eyes, "You can have a bite of my spicy chicken sandwich if you want it." "Oooh, thanks!" Rachel said before digging in and Lucy only shook her head as she drove to their house.

"Movie night!" Lucy hollered as she went to her room and went to change. Rachel climbed carefully up to the loft to not bump her head. As she then put on a black nightgown with black shorts. Taking her hair down she climbed down to sit next to her friend on their couch. The two sat with popcorn in between them as they started a horror movie. Lucy couldn't help but snicker and giggle as out of the two. Rachel was more of a tomboy and tougher woman. However when it came to horror movies, it was a different story. As Rachel would lean into Lucy who hadn't worked out nearly as much as Rachel did- and looked to her friend for protection as she had her eyes covered a lot. As time passed though the two began to get tired and Lucy felt too lazy to get up and take off her makeup. Hence both of the girls fell asleep.

The next morning, it was a sunny and bright. Rachel was up and listening to a song as she cooked. Grabbing some meat from an earlier bbq she sliced them before tossing them into a skillet with butter. Grabbing some potatoes she washed then diced them up as she put them in another skillet and seasoned them. With pepper, onion and garlic salt, followed by paprika. However knowing her friend loved spicy foods she substituted the paprika for some chilli peppers. Taking both pans and flipping them with both of her hands one handed she stirred them before grabbing a bowl and cracking some eggs into them. Taking a fork she stabbed the yolks and then stirred the mixture incorporating air. Letting the bleeding yellow mix with the clear whites and bubble up into a perfect mixture. Taking a green onion she washed then sliced it up finely before putting the greens in the egg and again stirring the mixture. Finally she took the potatoes and meat into one bowl. And mixed them up while leaving some more butter to sizzle and brown in a hot skillet. While leaving the other skillet to cool a little. Grabbing the tortillas she places one in a pan before then adding her eggs to the buttery skillet. Taking a spatula she stirred the bubbling eggs within the pan around while adding salt and pepper. Lightly pressing down onto them she felt small but satisfying bubbles popping. Chopping up the eggs and placing them into the bowl with the other fillings she then placed another tortilla into the pan as she then flipped the other tortilla over.

A few minutes later..

Rachel laid the warm tortilla onto a plate before scooping the filling into the tortilla. Adding a sprinkle of cheese inside the soon to be burrito she then tossed some cheese into the pan. Folding and rolling the burrito she then placed the opening side of it onto the cheese and held it as the cheesy goodness melted and hardened onto the tortilla making a temporary seal. Rolling the burrito on the rest of the cheese as it stuck to the tortilla she then placed it on a plate before turning and seeing Lucy up and dancing. To the latino music "This beat bops!" Lucy smiled before grabbing Rachel "You forgot the most important step! To dance!" Rachel laughed a bit as the two danced together, Shaking their hips and moving their shoulders, Lucy incorporating more footwork as Rachel used more leg, lower abdomen, and hip movement into her moves. The two laughed as they continued to party.

As the two danced Rachel felt her aching heart beating a bit better, but the dancing, food, hispanic music. It- all felt a little too much. Slowly she lost her rhythm as flashes of a large but thin smile entered her mind as she thought of the brown hair bouncing in the air. His arms shaking in the air, reaching for her. Rachel paused as she looked past Lucy, out to the forest, swearing it was only her imagination. The figure dancing outside, beckoning for her, in his camouflage apron. "Hey, where'd you get that from? I've been looking for it everywhere." "Huh?" Rachel snapped out of it as she looked at Lucy who gestured to Bruce's apron Rachel was wearing. "Oh... he left it in the apartment's kitchen." "Ohhh. ok, uhm. It looks good on you." "Thanks." Rachel nodded before the two stopped and instead began to eat. Rachel looked outside once more, hoping he was outside. But nothing, there was nothing and never would be again.

As time had passed on it had been a few months, Rachel was quite thankful for it to finally be fall as her eyes were no longer itchy. Nose no longer runny, and her sneezes could ease, as well as Lucy's teasings for having a kitten's sneeze. Which she denied every time it was brought up for the sake of her tougher image. This day was a Sunday which Rachel used to study her many classes while Lucy was out and about driving around. As Rachel worked however, listening to her cello study music. The door opened, looking up Rachel let out a loud grunt as she was shoved to the ground. Something was upon her, wiggling and jumping on her stomach as it dived at her face. Yelping Rachel tried to fight back and finally grabbed its head and went to shout when she paused.

A very fluffy, white, orange, and partially brown husky almost dog was on her. Panting with its big sparkling eyes as it heaved in her face and tried to lick her frantically. "Rachel! Rachel! Oh I'm so sorry!" Lucy tried to tug the dog off yet it would not budge. Grabbing the dog's back leg Rachel flipped it over in her lap and wrapped a leg in between its. Before then grabbing its head in a headlock and holding one of its paws. Not pushing any pressure to hurt the dog Rachel huffed and looked at Lucy. "LUCY! WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON?!" She shouted over the dog's hyena like barking and whines. "Well! I found him on the road and figured we needed a pupper! Plus I couldn't just leave him! Look how cute of a baby he is!" Indeed the dog was dirty and wore no collar, making it pretty believable he was homeless. "Ugh! Why didn't you text me?" Rachel growled lightly as she stood up and dusted herself off. "Well sorry!" Rachel rolled her eyes and looked down at the dog. "Now what are we gonna do with him?" "Well... we could give him a name." Lucy pointed out "A name?" Rachel said with her brow raised as she had her hands on her hips. "You asked and I think its the least we could do." Lucy shrugged.

Rachel sighed and went to open her mouth when she heard something behind her. Turning she saw a gaping hole within the world. Blue and silver streaks licked reality as the hole opened up more. Lucy gasped as she watched a window of a different world on the other side. It was like they watched a movie of what was happening or had happened that moment in time for them. Seeing themselves arguing about not telling the author's name? Before they saw a taller figure wearing black with a blue eye then calming them down. "You had one job, to ask the readers to comment what they wanted the dog's name to be. Which would also have given them a shouted out when the next chapter and this book is later published." The girls apologized until suddenly the scene was snapped. Cracking in the middle a figure with a silver sword stabbed the screen like history before then popping her head forward. Leaning into the world as the female characters were shocked. The strange woman leaned out her long arms and then cupped the dog's face. "Hi stinky! Oh whose a good boi I love you so much!" Looking up with her masked face she spoke. "You should name him Sirous. Or Si for short." Looking back down she kissed his head as she waved goodbye. "Ok by stanky, pretty, boi I loved you." In her puppy voice before finally leaving back into the warped hole that disappeared and left the new reality.

Shoutout to my bestie Twisted, a future writer and partner of mine for the name of the dog in my story.

Dog:

#toomanydarnhashtags #dark romance #dark fantasy #sad love story #struggle is real #the struggle is real #spooky vibes #stronger #mystery thriller #lost love #romance

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nobuverse · 1 year ago

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@chishigure from here

"Oh? Well this is a little surprising. I didn't take you as the type to be playing little games like this." He took the board from the girl, examining it.

This girl does not agree that Toshizo Hijikata has something up his ass? How unfortunate. But then again this girl is from a whole other dimension. Maybe the Hijikata in her world isn't as uptight as the one who is from this era?

At least Souji and this girl can agree that the 'goose' is someone they highly despise, especially of all the times he has done nothing but bring trouble to the Roshigumi. Souji wasn't sure of the Serizawa in her world, but in this era Serizawa had burned an entire building, made Kondou kneel before him, overall just very manipulative and not the greatest to have been around. Thank goodness he was assassinated.

This girl will talk smack about father? Did she not know his father is Kondou Isami? While they weren't biologically related or even related by adoption or foster, Souji loved him like a father and would have gone to lengths in order to protect him and make him happy. He would even kill if Kondou had ordered him to. Yes he is a daddy's boy.

Huh. No bingo on this board overall. How unfortunate.

"How unfortunate that there isn't a single bingo on my board." He somewhat passive aggressively handed the board back to the girl and crossed his arms. "Aren't you me from a whole 'nother dimension as you claim? It's a real shame that you would dare speak shit about Kondou-san."

Honestly, she isn't the type of person who enjoys things like this. She only completes it out of her sense of duty to follow orders as vague as "you should get out more" or "try making some friends" that the master of Chladea keeps giving her. Perhaps Ritsuka would count this as 'trying'.

She choses not to answer the comment her ( supposedly ) alternate self gives. She imagined doing so would only disappoint him.

There was one section of the board that did give her trouble, though: Father....just who did he mean by father? She even begins to doubt for a moment that her other self here didn't suffer the same painful loss she did to put something like that down. Or maybe it's just her that doesn't like to think about her parents - the deaths she was never allowed to fully mourn....

Either way, she had come to decide she was thinking about it far too much - choosing to ignore giving an answer.

But clearly, he hadn't taken it that way. Once he reveals who he means by 'father', she realizes how drastic her mistake has been.

"W-wait! There's been a great misunderstanding-! I didn't know you meant him!" a suddenly very anxious voice retorts.

The usually stone-faced warrior becomes visibly flustered, hand tugging downwards at her own collar.

"I ended up getting too caught up in trying to figure out who you were referring to -! I'm sorry! I didn't mean to insinuate I'd ever do something like that-!"

She truly feels ashamed of that - more so than she feels embarrassed in this moment. Her arms cross tightly against her chest, taking in a deep breath to regain a sense of control; letting the unfortunate board fall between them rather than hold onto it.

"....Kondo, he had more patience for me than anyone else at the time. Even when I didn't particularly deserve it. Even if I was young back then ..." a sigh. She's really rambling on now, lost in memories that shouldn't have mattered anymore.

"I guess in that sense I did say some very distasteful things to him back then...so maybe..."

Once again, she's gone back to thinking way too hard about this.

#aha wow ive replied to this so late the trends no longer relevant akjshdf #anYWAYS #you two are so serious about this what a bunch of goobers #chishigure #cherry blossom saber [ okita ]#servant manifestations [ threads ]#v; Interdimensional Heroes

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cardanloveclub · 3 years ago

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but imagine rodrick playing some arctic monkeys songs w his band okay! okay!

Arabella

Why the fuck were they so loud? Every single night for the last week my stupid neighbor had his stupid band round. And I had to listen to their stupid music every night. Not as if I tried to it was just so intrusive no matter what volume I'd play my own music in my own room (at least I understand privacy) nothing was able to drown out the sound of the band next door.

They weren't bad, but nowhere near good. I think they had a 28 year old playing with them at one point. Weirdos.

Three of the boys are in my year at school. Another two were in the year above and then there was the old dude. I never openly speak to the ones at my school but it's hard to ignore a certain tall brunette boy. I mean especially since I live next door to him.

We've both lived here since the start and I think I've spoken to him ten times in sixteen years. Good. He's kinda a dick. A good looking dick. But still, a dick.

I let it slip once to my friends when we were drunk and after everything that night THAT was what they remembered. I loved my group but they never let me live it down.

I was just about to give up trying to listen to music when I heard my favourite song. But Spotify wasn't playing it. Those stupid boys were. And what was the loudest. The drums. Great.

From out my window I could see just inside their garage and of course he was looking straight up to my window. Straight up into my eyes. And he fucking winked. FUCKING WINKED. I'd never forget that.

The next day at school I couldn't keep my eyes off him. I'm not stupid, I didn't get caught though. At least not by him. My friend belle did catch me. "I knew it, I fucking knew it. You don't just think he's hot, you like him."

"okay, calm down, I do not want him hearing anything but come to the bathrooms with me, I'll tell you a story."

There was a few girls in the bathrooms, all of them were younger so I wasn't bothered about them spreading things around because I doubt they even knew my name. I told belle what happened and when I told her that he winked at me she nearly screamed. "I'd fall in love, straight away. On. my. knees."

"You can have him if you'd like?"

"Would never dream of ruining my one true pair, make my your maid of honour." I rolled my eyes, laughing. "I'll start dress shopping huh?"

The afternoon went by and my parents were still at work so I had to walk home. Well, half the way. I'd been walking for around 10 minutes when his stupid van slowed down next to me. "Hop in, I'm on my way home now."

"I'm fine."

"I said hop in." I did. Truthfully I wanted to drive with him since I saw that painted van lazily parked outside his house. "You heading straight home?"

"Oh yeah, my parents aren't in so I need to get there so they know where I am you know?"

"I know. You liked our song, played it for you if you didn't guess."

"Oh the wink was enough of a clue, how'd you know then?"

"That it was your favourite? I've got friends of friends...a girl called belle?"

"I'm going to kill her."

"Awh don't do that you'll be no fun in prison, I wouldn't be able to see you." I'm no blusher but I felt like a traffic lights, bright and red.

Thankfully we were outside my house two minutes later so I didn't feel awkward for long. "Hey, don't forget to listen our for us tonight!"

"I wouldn't be able to miss it if I piled bricks on top of myself." I replied smiling. Fuck, why am I smiling, I don't like this. Too sappy. He laughed, getting out of his van, walking towards his front door, turning around, winked and went inside. How did he do it so casually? Two nights in a row now, and I'm sure even five years later that wink would kill me.

As soon as I got upstairs I called belle. "Belle, he told me. You traitor. Belle, I'm weakening. Ten year old, hunger games reading, Katniss Everdeen lover would be disappointed in me Belle, help."

"Okay calm down before you write a letter to Suzanne herself explaining how you like a guy and therefore you're not "badass", what's going on."

"So I was walking home and Rodrick himself drives up to me tells me to get in his van to drop me off home. He told me that's you told him I think he's hot, well not exactly that but it's all your fault I'm a dying woman."

"I did you a favour god knows you never would have told him yourself."

"Good, I wanted to keep it that way."

"You'll thank me in a few years, anyway I was thinking red velvet wedding ca-" I hung up on her and a second later I received a message.

how dare you hang up on me young lady.

shut up, love ya.

talk to him.

never.

ur loss.

My mum came home at six and my dad at half seven, we had pasta for tea, I went upstairs and five minutes later it was playing again. Arabella. But it wasn't the same person singing this time. I looked out my window and the sight practically killed me. Rodrick Heffley. Singing. And again. WINKING. God this was going to be a long week.

Wednesday, 7th April.

The start of everything.

"Y/n. what do you have first?" I was talking to belle when I heard his voice behind me, what's better? what's scarier? His head on my shoulder from behind. Belle smirked at me and I went still. "Um maths...I think."

"Maths sucks, same though. Hey belle, we'll be going now, won't we?" He asked looking at me. Before I could answer I was walking alongside him, looking back to find belle waving at me with a sweet smile. Her friend Charlie next to her now. I saw him ask her "they finally a thing?"

"Dunno, let's see how today goes." she replied.

"So y/n, tonight around five pm, I'll come to your house and I'll ask if you wanna come over to mine, listen to music, watch something, whatever you like, and tell me what you'll say because if it's no then I'll leave right this second, if it's yes then my hand might find its way around your shoulder or into yours. okay?"

"I'd say yeah, let me get a jacket."

"Good, but I'd give you mine."

#rodrick heffley #rodrick x reader #rodrick heffley x reader #diary of a wimpy kid #rodrick rules #arabella #arctic monkeys #doawk rodrick #i want this #i love him #fanfic #shifting

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missmorosis · 4 years ago

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sick manager :)

-> feat. sugawara and kuroo

part 1 with bokuto, oikawa, and tsukishima here!

genre: fluff!

synopsis: y/n, the manager of her school’s volleyball team, finds herself sick after days of hard work, yet she still goes to school to support her team~

warnings: the reader is sick, and she passes out in kuroo’s scenario :))

pairings: sugawara x reader, kuroo x reader (separate!!)

total word count: 1.5k

a/n: OKAY SO HAHHSLKDFJ RIGHT WHEN I WAS WRITING THIS CHAPTER I GOT SICK W/ A FEVER- I THINK I JINXED MYSELF OMG

i tried to make the scenario KINDA different, but with the same idea hehe

anYWAYS i’m so sorry if this makes like zero sense AHSLDKF- i wrote a lot while i was sick SO ill blame it on fever delusion if it flops 😌

OH AND THIS IS FOR @haikyuuheartsclub ty for reading the first one and asking for a part 2 hehe <33

You getting sick was inevitable.

You knew that you were bound to get sick with all of the work you had been doing and all of the late nights you spent preparing volleyball strategies, planning practice tournaments for your team, or studying until your eyesight blurred.

Being your school's volleyball team manager was not only hard, but it was ridiculously time consuming. Not to mention that you were bombarded with schoolwork, and you had exams coming up. Your stress levels had never been higher, and you were practically living off of caffeine with the amount of sleep you were always lacking.

So when you woke up with a sick feeling and the worst headache, you weren't completely surprised. Annoyed would have been a better word.

You knew that your team was getting ready for an important tournament, so you would have to stay extra long for practice. Groaning as you got ready, you weren't sure you could make it through the day.

You sluggishly pulled on a hoodie and brushed your teeth, taking note of how warm you felt as you washed your face. Grabbing a thermometer, you quickly measured your temperature.

100.4 Fahrenheit. Not too bad... just a low-grade fever. You tried to shrug it off and ignored how disgusting your body felt. You slung a backpack over your shoulder and walked out the door, heading to school.

You waited at the bus stop, shaking your head to try and make the sickness go away. When the bus arrived a while later, you plopped down onto the closest seat and you couldn’t stop your eyes from closing. You were just so... tired...

You drifted off to sleep, the soft sound of the bus driving across the road comforting you.

...

“Uh, Y/N?” Someone was shaking your side, and you immediately lifted your head from the bus window you were leaning on. It seemed like you just closed your eyes a second ago... where were you now?

"Mm?" you hummed sleepily, blinking slowly. You rubbed your eyes as the sunlight filtered through the window, and it made you feel warmer than you already felt.

"Hey, sorry to wake you, but we’re already at school." You looked outside, and he was right; you saw Karasuno in the near distance.

Your brain processed the fact that Sugawara, a third year from Karasuno’s volleyball team, was sitting next to you. You saw his blurred figure lean next to you, and he brushed some hair out of your face. His fingers grazed against your forehead, but he quickly froze.

"Y/N- Y/N! Why is your forehead so hot?" He studied your face with concerned eyes, noticing how tired you looked.

"Hm? No, it’s not. It wasn’t that high when I checked... probably the sunlight..." you mumbled, leaning on the back of your bus seat behind you. You put a hand on your forehead, and it confirmed that you were indeed burning up; it was considerably warmer than earlier in the morning. You groaned and got up.

"You don’t look too good, don't you think you should go home-" Sugawara started, but you interrupted him.

"No, you need your manager today, you guys have a game soon," you said, your tone tired but strict. Sugawara eyed you anxiously, but you waved him off. "I'll be fine," you reassured him. Grabbing your backpack, you got up from your seat, heading for the bus’ exit.

Woah.

You knew you were sick, but you didn't think you would be this dizzy. Everything seemed to sway to one side, and you put one arm on the seat of the bus, leaning on it for support. You rested your head on your arm, and you felt Sugawara’s arm wrapping around you for support.

“Alright, now you have no choice. You’re taking a break, whether you like it or not, clearly something’s not okay,” he told you, and you were too lightheaded to argue. You just nodded along and he helped you back into your seat.

You clutched your head as you tried to make everything go away. Sugawara went to talk to the bus driver in the background, and miraculously, the driver made an exception for you.

“We’re ahead of schedule anyways,” the bus driver reasoned. He turned the bus around, heading back towards your house.

“Okay, now that that’s done, you can sleep if you want to. You could probably use the rest, I can only imagine how tired you are...” Sugawara said softly, and you gave a small nod. You scooted further down into the seats, making enough space for the boy to sit next to you. He gladly obliged, and he couldn’t help but smile at the sight of you drifting off to sleep. Your head subconsciously drifted onto his shoulder, but he didn’t mind.

“Hey, Koushi?” you mumbled, your voice coated with sleepiness.

“Yeah? What’s wrong?”

“Nothing... I just wanted to thank you.” Your eyes remained closed, and Sugawara couldn’t tell if the blush on your face was from your fever... or something else?

“You need to take breaks, you know. You work really hard, it’s a wonder you haven’t dropped dead yet,” he said, half jokingly. “Thank you.” You smiled, and finally fell asleep.

Kuroo found you in the classrooms; your head was down, and your headache was terrible. You were almost asleep; you were trying your best to stay awake, and you weren't sure how long you could keep it up.

He was walking down the halls, casually glancing into your classroom to see if you were finished, and he softly smiled at the sight of you.

"Tired, Y/N?" Kuroo asked, smirking as he tapped your shoulder.

"Hm?" You lifted your head up, surprised at the unexpected touch. "Oh- Kuroo, shut up," you replied, rolling your eyes as you stretched. He laughed and grabbed your backpack for you, slinging it over his own shoulder.

“Ready for practice?” he asked, looking down at you. You nodded, and the two of you walked to the gym.

Your head was killing you with every step you took, but you had no choice but to ignore it. You looked to the distance, trying to ease your headache. Kuroo’s voice was slowly melting into background noise.

Suddenly you froze and stopped walking, earning a curious glance from Kuroo. You were forgetting something...

“Wait- where’s my... backpack?” You spotted it on the boy next to you, and you shook your head. “Sorry, forgot that you had it,” you said, with a sheepish laugh.

“Something wrong?” he frowned. “You’re acting distracted... more distracted than usual, anyways.” You shook your head, deciding to keep your sickness to yourself.

“I’m good, just tired,” you assured him. He nodded slowly, and walked into the gym, you following close behind.

Only you, Kuroo, and the coaches were in the gym; you were early. You flashed a quick smile as you waved hello.

"Great, you guys are early. I have a couple strategies to discuss," the coach said, gesturing to a whiteboard in front of him. The two of you nodded, and he began to explain.

"Alright... if we're going to win this next match..." he started, but you couldn't make yourself pay attention. The only thing on your mind was how your head wouldn't stop hurting, everything seemed to echo, and just overall how sick you felt.

"What do you think, Y/N?" Kuroo asked, quirking an eyebrow in your direction. You snapped out of your sleepy state at the sound of your name.

“Wha-” You blinked, looking around at all of the eyes on you. You tried to remember what the others were talking about... oh. Strategies. Right. "I just think we... we need to..." You looked at thr whiteboard, but you couldn't focus. You swayed to one side, blinking hard. The world really seemed like it was tilting to one side... "Woah, sorry-" you tried to say.

"Y/N?" You saw Kuroo reach out towards you as you slowly lowered down into a fetal position, resting your head on your knees. "Hey, Y/N? You okay?" You swallowed.

"Yea- yeah. Just... give me a second," you breathed. You felt Kuroo kneel down next to you, and you were right; someone's arm wrapped around you for support, and you knew it was Kuroo's. You knew you were safe as you lost consciousness, falling further into his arms.

...

You awoke, and the first thought was how bright the gym lights were... they weren't this bright before...

"Oh- Y/N! You're awake," Kuroo said, rushing over to you. He put the back of his hand on your forehead. "You're still burning..." he said with a frown.

"Sorry," you muttered. "I don't know, I've been sick all day and I guess I couldn’t handle it..."

"Why didn't you tell me you weren’t feeling well?" he asked, concern clear in his voice. You smiled softly.

"It wasn't important... besides I have manager duties to take care of," you said with a sigh.

"Not if I can help it." He picked you up in one swift motion bridal-style, smirking as you struggled to get down. "I'm not letting you down; I'm taking you home and getting you some proper medicine for this fever of yours. Health is more important than volleyball." You huffed and flopped into his arms in defeat.

"Fine." You leaned closer into Kuroo's chest, and he smiled, satisfied with your surrender.

"That's my girl." You rolled your eyes, but you couldn't help but smile.

A/N: THESE WERE NOT THE BEST- I ADMIT BDHDDJNDJEW

hopefully these weren't too bad though-

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MWAHH THANK YOU FOR READING!!

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thebadgerclan · 3 years ago

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Fake Boyfriend

Pairing: Jesper Fahey x reader

Requested by Anonymous

Summary: Jesper makes a great fake boyfriend...

A/N: I made the reader a Heartrender in this

“Alright,” Kaz said, his gloved hands on the table. “Now, only Jesper, Nina, and Y/N are able to get into the club, as it’s a Grisha only club. So, Jesper and Y/N will enter, posing as a couple, and sneak Nina in through the back. She’ll take care of lifting the target, but you two will have to stay inside until she gives the signal. Clear?” You nodded, as did Nina, but Jesper was frozen.

“Is there a reason we have to pose as a couple?” he asked, and Kaz pressed his lips together. “Because, the bouncer will be expecting a Fabrikator and a Heartrender who are celebrating their anniversary. Simple as that. Inej inquired about availability earlier this week, it’s a very popular club, the only place where Grisha are the patrons rather than employees. Can you make that work?” Jesper shrugged, confident persona slipping back in place.

“Course I can,” he said, shooting a wink in your direction. “Right,” Kaz went on. “Wylan should be back with the kefta soon. When you’re both ready, we go.” The meeting broke, and you approached Jesper. “Think you can pull off acting madly in love with me for an evening?” He laughed, leaning against the wall. “Darling, that’ll be easy. The real question is, will you be able to resist me?” While he was cool and collected on the surface, on the inside, Jesper was doing somersaults.

He’d been in love with you for months, pining more by the day, his heart longing to belong to you. But his confidence left him every single time he tried to ask you out. He wondered if you could sense his heart speeding up every time he was near you, how he nearly stopped breathing when you sat next to him. “I’ll do my best,” you smirked, and Jesper felt like he might die.

Wylan returned with two kefta, one red with black embroidery for you, and one purple with silver embroidery for Jesper. Seeing him in a kefta took your breath away, and you had to use your power to slow your own heartbeat to keep calm. “Don’t you look dashing?” you said as you entered the common area. “Why, thank you,” Jesper said, fastening the front of the garment and turning to face you. He froze when he saw you, overtaken by your beauty.

Your hair was pulled into an updo, eyes darkened and lips painted red to match your kefta. “Wow… Y/N, you look…. Wow.” “I’ll take that as a compliment,” you said, a smirk on your face, but your heart felt like it could burst. “Come on, Kaz will kill us if we’re late.” Laughing, you took his offered arm, leaving the Slat and walking the streets of Ketterdam.

Kaz was very clear: as soon as you were on the right street, the act began. Jesper, to his credit, played his part extremely well. His arm came around your shoulders, his lips pressed to your temple, sending sparks throughout your body. “Hello!” Jesper greeted the bouncer. “I believe we’re expected for our anniversary?” You leaned into Jesper’s side, allowing him to kiss your forehead, and the bouncer smiled.

“Of course! Congratulations!” “Thank you,” you said, voice slightly dreamy, and to your surprise, it wasn’t forced. It was pointless to deny it, you were in love with Jesper Fahey, your heart racing whenever he was near. And tonight, you got to be his girl, even if it wasn’t real. He led you into the club, taking the offered glass of kvas from an attendant. Jesper found a corner booth, sliding in after you were seated, keeping his arm around you.

“We’ll let Nina in soon,” he said, sipping his drink. You nodded, snuggling into his side a bit, completely subconsciously. Jesper only smiled, adjusting his arm so he was holding you against his side. After a few minutes, Jesper rose and went to let Nina in. He soon returned, placing his arm around you again. “Now we wait,” he said, absentmindedly kissing your temple. Your heart was pounding, overwhelmed by Jesper’s proximity and the affection he was showing you.

Was it real? No, you knew that, but it was nice to pretend it was. It was easy to imagine that it was just an evening out with your boyfriend, that you’d return to the Slat and fall asleep in each other’s arms, but that simply wasn’t reality. The pair of you remained in the corner booth for hours, waiting for Nina’s signal, and the entire time, Jesper played the doting boyfriend to a tee. He got you drinks, he kept his arms around you all night, telling you how beautiful you were and how much he loved you. Partially for the sake of appearance, but mostly because he wanted to. He might not get another chance to say these things, and he wanted to say them while he could.

Jesper was gently stroking his hand up and down your arm, a warm feeling filling his chest. He was in love, anyone with eyes could see. He’d pretended to be someone’s boyfriend, someone’s husband before, but it was clear to someone who knew that it wasn’t real. And Jesper knew that if Kaz or Inej were here, they’d see that he truly felt the act he was putting on. He’d had you in his arms for nearly 2 hours now, and if he didn’t tell you how he felt, Jesper would never forgive himself.

“Y/N,” he began praying to the Saints that this would end well. “Yeah?” you responded, twisting in his arms to look at him. “How good of a fake boyfriend would you say I’ve been tonight?” You felt your face heat up, and you played with the cuff of your kefta. “The best,” you answered, truly meaning it. Jesper had been everything you could have ever wanted in a boyfriend; he was sweet, he was adoring, he was handsome, nice, strong, protective, the list went on.

“Really?” “Yeah,” you said, meeting his eyes. “You’re a great fake boyfriend.” “Maybe… Maybe I could be a real boyfriend?” Your eyes widened and your heart leapt into your throat. “W-what?” “I’m in love with you, Y/N, and I’ll spend the rest of my life telling and showing you how much I do.” “Oh Saints, is this real?” “Yeah, love, it is. Haven’t you felt how my heart races when you’re near?”

You hadn’t, having been too focused on keeping your own heart in check, but now that he mentioned it, you felt it, his heart banging against his ribs at a rapid pace. “I feel it now,” you said. “And mine does the same.” You breathed deeply, unable to keep the smile from your face. “Yes, Jesper, I’d love for you to be my real boyfriend.” He beamed, pulling you closer to him. “Saints, I love you Y/N.”

And he kissed you, lips soft and warm against yours, one hand cradling your neck, the other resting on the small of your back. The kiss might have lasted minutes or hours, you couldn’t be sure, but you would have been content to kiss Jesper Fahey until the world ended. But a fist banging on the table startled both of you, forcing you apart. Nina stood before you, a package under her arm.

“Suppose you didn’t see the signal? I thought not; let’s go.” She turned and left, her kefta fluttering behind her. When you and Jesper didn’t follow; remaining in each other’s embrace, she shouted over her shoulder, “Come on, lovebirds!” You began laughing, as did Jesper, and you got to your feet. He hooked his arm through yours, kissing you again before leading you from the club. Jesper was a good fake boyfriend, but you knew he’d be an even better real one.

#jesper fahey x reader #shadow and bone fanfiction #jesper fahey x you #shadow and bone reader insert

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dracowars · 4 years ago

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can i request an imagine im so sorry if it’s too long for your liking but could it be a pureblood slytherin reader x draco imagine where the reader and draco are dating but after some bad news from home (maybe she doesn’t have the kindest parents like draco) she distances herself from everyone and keeps zoning out and finds herself astronomy tower thinking really dark thoughts but draco has constantly been watching over her and is super worried and maybe they have an argument at the tower and draco gets stupid and says something mean or even is dumb to think to accuse her of cheating at the end in which the reader maybe either slaps him (for dramatic effect) or if that’s too much she just says it’s over between the two and she walks off and draco is shocked and tries to stop the reader but she’s already gone and she doesn’t show up to breakfast or lunch and maybe in their class they learn about the boggart again and since they’re older their fears have changed and maybe the reader isn’t paying attention and she’s brought up to test her boggart and it’s draco saying those same things and maybe her parents come out as well and it’s essentially that draco’s unkind words are her fear because it’s the last straw for her until everything breaks because she was holding onto him and she runs out of class and class is dismissed because no one wants to go after that and the reader skips dinner and can be found in moaning myrtles bathroom having a panic attack and she gets really frustrated and hits the the sink really hard to feel something and you can hear myrtle begging the reader to stop and maybe someone sees her and runs to draco to get help but draco runs to the bathroom she’s not there anymore and he finds her at the astronomy tower feeling numb and he overhears her talking to herself and it ends in fluff because he can’t lose her and he figures out it’s probably her parents pressuring her too much again and he can relate because of his and they get back together and it’s just really fluffy at the end maybe they sneak in the kitchen for a quick minute dinner since the reader didn’t eat and draco has to be really kind to the elves heheh

darkness | draco malfoy

pairing: draco x slytherin!reader

word count: 3,1k

summary: where y/n's parents make her life a living hell and draco doesn't really help

a/n: normally i do not write about things like this but i actually really liked the request so i wrote it anyway. i don't mean to offend anyone with this if i misrepresented something, i did my best to get familiar with the topic <3

warnings: angst, major mental health issues including dark thoughts and self-doubt, hints of su*c*de, mentions of blood, cursing, very sensitive topics in general

universe: harry potter

The cold wind blows through your hair and makes it swirl around the air and into your face, goosebumps spreading all over your body at the sudden coldness. To prevent your hair from flying around, you tame your hair with a hair tie, your gaze fixed straight ahead while your face is illuminated by the setting sun.

You really missed this place during the holidays. The astronomy tower.

Whenever you are stressed from doing a lot of homework or studying in general, this is the place you can hust go to and are somehow always able to relax. The view is breathtaking and you love to watch the sun - or the moon, depening on what time of the day you find yourself up here - shine.

And this special place also gives you the security that you so urgently needed.

The winter holidays were a living hell for you. You have extremely strict parents who see a great importance in your education, but that is basically the only thing that interests them about you. That you bring honor to your pureblood family. That they can proudly show you off to other pureblood families even though they know nothing about you and who you really are.

Until recently they did not even know that you are in a relationship. Unfortunately, one thing led to another and they found it out by an unlucky coincidence which consisted of them picking you up at platform 9¾ for the very first time since you have been at Hogwarts. There they saw you with a platinum haired boy, kissing.

This boy turned out to be Draco Malfoy, the son of the pureblood Malfoy family, who you parents cannot stand at all. To put it in other words, they loathe each other to death and that for probably no reason, at least you have not been able to figure it out yet.

So of course they were not very thrilled that you are in a relationship with a Malfoy, which they showed you straight away. They locked you inside of your room at home because you had to 'think about your actions and their consequences'.

However, when they realized that their behavior would not change anything, they began to put you down. They threw the worst swear words at you, wanted to force you to break up with him and told you what a terrible shame you are for your family. That Draco could never love you and that you are ugly, cheap and overall useless. That is how it went on for your whole vacation.

Your parents always treated you this way, it was not new to you. Nevertheless it hurts every time, even if you try to hide it. You would rather keep all the pain inside of you than to tell others about it, because they are not able to help you anyway. Unfortunately, you did the math without your boyfriend.

This morning at the Central Station of London, Draco immediately saw that you were not feeling well. Any attempts to get you to tell him what is going on with you had been useless though so he left you alone at some point, but you still noticed how he kept staring at you for the whole train ride to Hogwarts.

You would love to tell him, tell him about everything, but something inside of you is stopping you from doing so. An invisible barrier inside of your head, probably fear, that you simply cannot overcome. You know that Draco's parents are pretty similar to yours, but still you just cannot manage to talk to him and you notice how it slowly but surely destroys your deep bond with one another.

Continuing to look into the distance and watch the clouds encircle the beautiful setting sun, which colors the sky in reddish colors, your thoughts suddenly wander to gloomy places. Dark places where you usually only go to when you are locked inside of your own room at home.

But now they are even attacking you at your safest place.

You perfectly know yourself that you are not good enough for Draco. You do not deserve this incredibly great person as your boyfriend. You do not even deserve him as a best friend, no, you do not deserve him at all. You are worthless and for him you are nothing more than one girl out of many.

And still you keep on being selfish and do not end it.

Completely lost in your own dark thoughts, you do not even notice at first how the tears are already streaming down your cheeks like waterfalls. Sniffling, you rub your eyes, smeer your discreetly applied mascara, and wipe the tears from your face.

"Why am I still doing this to myself?", you sob and lower your head, looking deep down at the grounds of Hogwarts. The tears that are enriched with pain flow out of your eyes and fall into the dark depths, causing you to slowly close your eyes.

The sudden mention of your name from behind you makes you abruptly breathe out in shock and your head jumps up as you turn around. Your eyes lock with the gray, sparkling eyes of your boyfriend, who is currently looking at you with pity.

"W-What are you doing here, Draco?", you sniff and wrap your arms around your body in an attempt to hide from him so he does not have to look at you.

"Why are you crying?", he asks, ignoring your question, and before you can realize, he is already standing right in front of you and gently places his hands on your tear stained, puffy cheeks. Gently wiping away your tears with his thumb, he searches your eyes for answers that can explain your current terrible condition. He cannot bear to see you like this, so fragile and deeply hurt.

Whatever happened, he will make sure you know that he is and always will be here for you. And he will not let, whatever it is, continue to hurt you so badly.

"If you do not tell me, then I cannot help you", he softly whispers and brushes the strands of hair behind your ear that have escaped from your ponytail in the wind and then carefully lifts your head so you have to look him in the eyes.

"It's nothing", are the only words you get out, your throat thightening, but all you would like to do is to just finally tell him about everything.

"Do you even realize how worried I am about you, Y/N?! It is killing me!", Draco suddenly raises his voice at you, causing you to flinch and take a step back, your back now touching the railing. Noticing the power of his words, he sighs and looks to the ground in shame.

Your head processes his facial expression and his gestures and again makes you believe that his sadness is your fault. By not being able to control your stupid feelings, you hurt him.

"I-I really have to go", you stutter out and quickly run past him, pressing your coat around your body.

"Have fun with Blaise then", you hear him say and you abruptly stop in your motion. Not fully understanding the words he just said, you turn to him.

"What?", you ask with not more than a breath coming out, hurt evident in your expression as he suddenly stomps in your direction furiously, a disgusted look on his face while he looks into your eyes.

"Don't act stupid now, Y/N! You hardly speak a word to me anymore, you avoid body contact, you are totally dismissive in general and you can't even look at me anymore! Why do you not just admit that you are cheating on me?!", Draco accuses you out of nowhere, not knowing what he is even saying himself, and you could swear that at this very moment your heart has finally burst into a thousand splinters and your last hold has now completely disappeared.

Losing the control over your body for a second, your hand lands on his cheek with full force. There is a dead silence before you just turn and leave, leaving him behind on the astronomy tower. You can hear him say your name after you, but you block it out and run down the stairs, crying, your vision blurred.

Missing one of the last stairs in your hurry, you fall down onto the cold floor. You get up again as quickly as possible when you hear steps behind you and you run. You run for your life while you disappear into the endless corridors of Hogwarts, making your way to your dorm.

The next morning your eyelids stick together from all the crying and you have a aching headache. You did not close one eye that night and just laid there crying in your bed silently until at some point there were no more tears.

In front of the door of your prefect dorm room, you can hear how the other students are leaving your house on their way to breakfast, but your stomach makes a flip when you only think about food. That is the reason why you decide to stay in your warm, safe and comfortable bed a little longer and to skip breakfast, which is unnecessary anyway. Avoiding other people seems like the best idea for you right now.

Just in time for the beginning of your first lesson of the long day, you made it out of your bed and are now sitting in Defence Against the Dark Arts with Professor Snape.

Your thoughts are whirling around in your head and you do not understand a single word Snape is saying in front of the class, even if you are really trying your best to understand him. Furthermore does it not help your concentration that you see how Draco keeps staring at you from across the room out of the corner of your eye. However, you do not have enough strength for this anymore after a while and therefore focus your gaze out the window at the rising sun.

At least you are distracted until all of the students get up from their seats all of a sudden and you only watch them confused until you notice that they are only waiting for you to join them and you quickly walk, almost stumbling, to them. Ignoring the looks and laughter of everyone, you play around with the hem of your grey Slytherin sweater and ignore them while doing so.

"Well then, let us begin. Ms. Y/L/N, would you please do us the honor and start", Snape clears his throat as you look at him in shock, noticing by the expression on his face that he definetely knows that you did not listen to him at all and have not been present with your mind.

Since you do not have a chance to defy yourself anyway, you nod and go to the position he points at in front of an old, dusty closet. With confusion all over your face, you switch between looking at Professor Snape and the cabinet as he suddenly opens the door and you take a big step back, startled to death.

"Have fun with Blaise then", Draco spits in your face disparagingly and is now slowly walking towards you after stepping out of the cupboard, increasing your pulse. The tears find their way back into your eyes right away while you just keep looking at him petrified, frozen in your spot.

"Why do you not just admit that you are cheating on me?!", he yells at you again and your vision becomes more and more blurred, your ears start to beep while he shouts at you, bringing back the painful memories of yesterday.

"No! Please don't leave me, Draco!"

It is like you are back on the astronomy tower again, your hair blowing in the wind as he steps towards you. In the next moment he is gone all of a sudden and instead of him, two other people are now in front of you.

"You are a shame for our whole family, you stupid brat", your father insults you and you fall onto your knees, holding your hands against your head in pain.

"Stop it! Please!", you beg them, but of course they do not stop, they only make their words worse.

"Draco can never seriously love someone like you. I mean, look at you! You are less worthy than dirt", your father tells you and your entire body is now trembling when you finally see a black cloak in front of your eyes and your parents vanish into thin air.

"Please stay with me", you choke through your tears, words addressed to Draco who had to watch the scene in front of him with pure horror in his eyes.

Breathing heavily, you look up at Professor Snape, who looks at you in disbelief, but as your eyes wander around the room to see everyone staring at you, your legs automatically carry you out of the classroom in the next moment, unable to bear their burning glances.

You run down the empty corridor with a faint vision in search of a safe place to hide until you arrive at one of the girls' bathrooms and rush in, not thinking about someone possibly being in there.

Slamming the door shut behind you, you stumble to the sinks with trembling knees and support all of your weight with your hands on either side of one sink as your legs fail beneath you. Clinging to the edge of the sink, you cry bitterly. The cold walls of the bathroom echo your crying several times, allowing you to hear your own pain.

"What is wrong, Y/N?", you hear a soft voice next to your ear and when you look up it is none other than Myrtle. Apparently of all places you ended up in her bathroom and are not as alone as you wished for.

"I am fine", you say with a monotonous voice, forcing yourself into an upright position, but literally everyone would see that you are definetely not fine, even a ghost.

"Y/N. You look anything but okay. Can I somehow help you-"

"Just leave me alone!", you angrily yell at her and lose control of your body, only seeing a thick, red substance running over your hand when it is already too late. Broken pieces of glass lie around you on the floor, which flew through the air when your fist hit them and inflicted small wounds on your face.

"You need to stop, Y/N!", Myrtle commands, but you do not listen and let yourself fall onto the floor, kicking your foot against the sink and thereby unintentionally loosen one of the old pipes. The sound of flowing water fills the room, surrounding your body on the floor.

On the edge of passing out, you lie in the cold water and stare at the ceiling while Myrtle has disappeared without a trace.

What you do not know, however, is that Myrtle is already on her way to find help and comes across Draco, who is running back and forth through the hallways while searching for you.

It takes Draco a moment to understand Myrtle's fast explanation, but when he does he runs into the direction of the girls' bathroom without hesitation. He rushes through the door into the flooded bathroom and all he sees is the broken mirror and the slightly reddish puddles in the water.

But he does not find you in there and realizes that there can only be one place where you could be.

Walking through the corridors of Hogwarts at lightning speed, he finally reaches the staircase leading to the astronomy tower and goes them up in no time. Once he arrives at the top, he abruptly stops when you come into his field of vision.

There you are, completely broken, leaning your head against the railing, your knees closely drawn to your body while your painful crys echo through his ears.

"Why did you not listen to your parents, you disgusting piece of daughter", you talk to yourself, not noticing that you are not alone any longer. With your already injured hand you hit the pole of the railing once, immediately regretting it as the pain spreads through your body.

However, your gaze lands on a person standing directly ahead and your eyes widen, but unfortunately you lack the strength to stand up, to yell at him, or to resist as he slowly sits down next to you.

Neither of you say a word, but it does not take long before he gently takes you into his strong arms, providing you with the support you needed so badly, so you can cry while he strokes over your hair. He whispers repentances in your ear over and over again. That he regrets his words, that he takes them back and that he was such an idiot.

"You are so wonderful", he confirms and gives you a kiss on the forhead, careful not to scare you away, continuing to stroke your upper arm with his hand.

"Do not believe in what your parents told you, angel. I will stay with you", he shakily breathes and has to pull himself together to not let a tear slip out of his eyes at any moment. "I am sorry that I let you down."

His last few words pull a trigger inside of your head and suddenly everything pours out of your mouth at once. Your fears, your worries. Everything your parents ever said or did to you. You finally tell him about all of it now, even though you should have done it much earlier.

"I love you more than anything, Y/N. You are my world and the reason I live. Never let anyone make you think that I do not love or deserve you, especially not your parents", Draco explains to you sincerely as you stare at him, exhausted but happy.

You slowly put your head on his shoulder and close your eyes, letting the good and bright drown out all of your dark and bad thoughts. Meanwhile, Draco carefully examines your injured hand before scooping you up into his arms while standing up.

"No matter how much you hate me right now, you have to eat something", he tells you, but you do not answer and just enjoy his close presence while you wrap your arms tightly around his neck, letting him carry you away.

If he had known how terrible you were feeling earlier, he would have done something much sooner. He should have been more pushy and not let you get away with a simple 'i am fine'. But now that he knows, he definetely learned from it.

And Draco would have never forgiven himself if he had let you just go like that.

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kiribaku-queen · 4 years ago

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The Blood King and his Queen [9]

Pairing: Bakugou x reader

Romance, Angst, Drama

Word count: 2.8K

Summary: From being a mere servant girl to marrying the scariest prince in existence, your world changed right before your eyes. Exchanging places with the princess, you knew, wasn’t going to be easy. But could you have found love on the way? Or was it never meant to be?

A/N: Ahhhh so sorry about the delay for this chapter!!! But hopefully you all were fed last week with my Bakugou Birthday Bash collab. But you guys are going to be fed again soon. Just you wait :) Happy Reading!

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You turned over in your bed for the nth time that night. Something just wasn’t fitting right with you. The bed you were sleeping in was big enough for a family, the sheets were soft, the pillow was fluffy, servants were on standby if you needed something, water and snacks were on your bedside if you ever got hungry. So why couldn’t you fall asleep? You huffed, turning back over to try to get comfortable. There are times when you feel like you’re almost about to fall into a deep sleep and something just wakes you back up, making you wait for that long-awaited slumber.

After coming back to the palace from your long excursion, you were back to sleeping in separate bedrooms. Maybe that was why you couldn’t sleep. But it couldn’t be. You only slept with him a handful of times and all those times were purely accidental. You tried to find so many excuses so that wasn’t the case, but it actually might.

Bakugou groaned and plopped into bed. Why wasn’t he sleeping this late at night? This wasn’t normal. He was used to knocking out as soon as he touched his pillow but something was keeping him from doing just that.

He thought, no way. It couldn’t be because you weren’t here. The only reason he kept you in a different room from his is because you were a stranger at first. This marriage was only supposed to be a transactional trade: the princess would become a queen and Bakugou could rule both lands. He never expected to fall this deep for you, let alone fall for you at all.

Your room was right across the hall. Only a few steps away. Nothing was stopping him from going over to you this very moment. What if you didn’t want to see him? Then he would look foolish if he wanted to be with you but not the other way around. He didn’t want to look too desperate… fuck it. He could make up an excuse if he had to.

Jumping to his feet and swiftly removing himself from his sheets, he headed towards the door to go see you. What he didn’t know was that you were going to do the same thing. After a good minute of arguing to yourself, you grabbed a pillow and headed to his quarters.

You took a deep breath. You were standing right in front of his door, but now you started getting second thoughts. What if he didn’t want to see you? What if he was already sleeping? Then you’d be disturbing him and be troublesome. You’ve already gotten this far already, there was no point in turning back now. Right before you were about to put your hand on the handle, the door swung open, revealing wide-eyed Bakugou in your presence.

“Princess…” Bakugou choked on his words. He was surprised to see you already standing in front of his door. Had you been standing there long? But what was making him flustered was the fact that you held a large pillow in front of you, looking up at him with wide, yet cute eyes of yours. You were the definition of adorable in that moment and honestly, Bakugou didn’t know what to do with himself.

“W-What are y-you do-doing here,” Bakugou stuttered over his words.

“I couldn’t sleep,” you admit, looking down shyly.

“I couldn’t either,” Bakugou also confessed. Awkward silence. It was only because both of you didn’t want to admit or say the real reason why you came to each other.

You were already in front of him, you couldn’t back out now. It would just be embarrassing if you just made a dumb excuse, only to go back to your room and then all would be for naught. Taking a deep breath and closing your eyes to prepare yourself for the worst, you blurted out the question that burned deep inside your heart.

“Can I sleep with you?”

“Will you sleep with me?” you both asked at the same time. Your eyes shot wide open and immediately looked up to see Bakugou with sincere in his eyes. A slight blush of embarrassment dusted his cheeks but wouldn’t – couldn’t – take his eyes off you.

“Yes.”

“Yes,” you both blurted out. The air between you was tense with desire for each other, so much so that if you didn’t look away, you would be sucked into those crimson eyes for a lifetime. Cutting the atmosphere abruptly, you cleared your throat and walked passed him in his room.

“So this is what the Great Blood Prince’s room looks like,” you joked, taking a look around the room. Nothing like what you had imagined. The red theme was expected but you weren’t expecting such a plain looking room. Nothing but a bed against the wall, a furniture here and there and a couple paintings on the wall. But still luxurious.

“Cozy,” you noted, turning around to say something else, but you were met with a powerful presence, Bakugou taking a step too close to you. You sharply gasped, your eyes automatically wanting to close shut to take him all in.

Something overcame Bakugou in that moment. Seeing you in his room. After hours. Nothing but a pillow and your silky nightgown. It was doing something to him and he couldn’t control this overwhelming feeling of want. He wanted you.

Your noses were practically touching, his lips just inches away from yours. Your heart pounded in your chest as you let out shaky breaths. Bakugou slowly wraps his arms around your waist and pulls you close. You were about to close your eyes and submit to his touch but suddenly, the image of the princess’ face popped in your mind. You placed a hand on his chest, stopping your movements and his all together.

“What’s wrong?” Bakugou sounded so hurt by your abrupt actions.

“Sleepy,” you lied, quickly turning around and jumped into his bed, huddling under the sheets. Bakugou stood where he was, letting out a sigh of frustration. But the moment he looked at you and how comfortable you looked in his bed, all signs of frustration and disappointment disappeared. He wasn’t going to let this small rejection ruin his mood. He joined you in bed but you both kept to your side of the bed.

You couldn’t do it. You felt so guilty. Sure, you said that you were going to take the real princess’ spot. He doesn’t have to know that you aren’t the real princess, because once you became queen, she can’t touch you. But hiding these lies wasn’t like you. That’s not who you were. And so this lie was eating you alive. You had to tell him. But when?

You were up all night thinking about it. Talk about getting a good night’s rest. You thought having the prince by your side would help your restlessness, but now a new problem arose. The guilt wouldn’t stop eating at you, causing you to continue to stay up.

You felt a strong hold wrap around your waist and a warm body right up against your back. The male behind you exhaled, resting his forehead against your shoulder.

“Can’t sleep?” he spoke up.

“You could tell?” you asked, not surprised that you got caught.

“It’s hard not to when you keep changing positions” he chuckles in your ear. His light hearted laugh made you relax a bit.

“Tell me,” Bakugou started. “Do you still want to become my queen?”

“Of course. There’s no doubt in my mind,” you didn’t hesitate to answer.

“Even if it means that you’ll forever be bound to the infamous, killer Blood Prince?” You turned over to him and looked him dead in the eye.

“Even if it means that,” you whispered seriously. Now it was your turn to ask questions. “Now tell me, oh Prince. Why do you want to marry this princess?” you ask.

“Because. You’re kind, sweet, innocent. I need a queen like you to rule by my side so I can change my image as the Blood Prince,” he said. Now this was news to you.

“Change? I guess you are very different from your brothers…” you mumble.

“All because of those rumors. They aren’t entirely wrong though. My brothers and I are known for being ruthless. But I’m tired of keeping up this act of being angry and vicious all the time. I’ll slay anyone if I have to, but I’ve killed too many innocent people, just because I was ordered to. When I become King, I want to change the legend of the Bakugou family, that we’re not all killing monsters. I need a queen like you to help me find my way. I fight the way I do to keep my people safe, to save those in poverty and those who are homeless so they aren’t attacked by bandits. It needs to change and that change starts with me. You’ll help me right?” he looked at you willfully.

“I wouldn’t want it any other way,” you reassured him. For the first time, Bakugou deliberately smiles at you, a face you’ve only seen him make when he’s with his soldiers. He pulls you in, resting his chin on top of your head.

“Let’s sleep,” he ordered and you finally fell asleep in his arms.

The next couple days, you were busy helping prepare decorations for the upcoming ball the King was hosting in celebration of your engagement together. Bakugou, on the other hand, was too busy patrolling and doing princely stuff, that you had no idea what that was, that you barely saw him those couple days. You could see him at night, where you sleep over in his room, but by the time Bakugou comes back from his duties, you were already in dreamland.

Thankfully, you had company. You created a bond with the servant girls that are constantly with you every single day. After all, you were a servant girl who was pretending to be a princess, so it was a piece of cake talking to them. They were telling you all the gossip and even helping you with the ball since you were so bored doing nothing all day. Flowers were already picked out, food already decided, your dress was being custom made, guests were on their way here, decorations were being put up in the ballroom.

There were times when you and Bakugou would cross paths in the palace. The prince was busy walking with generals when passing by with your girls. You bit your lip in excitement but decided not to say anything since they were in deep conversation with each other. Yet, your eyes never left him, mesmerized by this working state. You thought Bakugou would be too busy to even notice you. Oh, no. When you came into his peripheral vision, he noticed your beauty right away. Though, he kept his eyes with the generals. When you got closer, that’s when he took a peek at you and seeing your excited face got him all giddy. He smirked at your cute expression when you passed and you didn’t miss that curl of his lips. Bakugou continued to walk off with the generals and your girls all squealed, hitting you in excitement.

During your down times, which was often, you came to the conclusion that you were going to study and read books to help you become a better Queen. The real princess had all her life to study and perfect her skills as a princess. Even though she was lazy and lacked a lot of those skills, you were just beginning and couldn’t compare to her level. You had to get to it if you were going to rule the kingdom by Bakugou’s side. Of course, you also had to keep it on the downlow so that no one becomes suspicious of you for learning the basics.

You picked up one book – a poetry book and read up on the classics. You were immersed by how lovely every line was, how beautiful the stories were written. You could see the love story translate into a movie across the page. But there was one part in the story that had you pay close attention to.

The two lovers looked up at the illuminating bullet across the clear sky

As they gazed into one another’s eyes

They could feel their hearts beat as one

Feeling as time stopped for them

The moon is beautiful, isn’t it?

I can die happy, the lover responded

As they can truly die happy

The beautiful scenery was enough to last them a lifetime of happiness

Tears welled in your eyes. Did you read that correctly? And did you remember correctly? Had Bakugou said that phrase to you one time? But what does that mean? Does that mean… impossible. It was probably only pure coincidence that he said that. There’s no way that he… right?

The usual reaction would that you would be over the moon. That would mean that you two share the same feelings for each other. But instead of feeling ecstatic, the guilt was eating at you even more.

Of course you were excited to see him every time he came home, when he got the chance. And he would spend every free moment with you. He’d tell you about his adventures outside the palace, what he did that day, his plans for when he becomes King, and much, much more. He never failed to initiate some form of contact with you, whether it be linking pinkies when taking a stroll or placing a hand on your lower back when talking to others. But because you couldn’t free your mind from this guilt, you were rejecting each and every one of his advancements.

This makes Bakugou frown. He keeps trying, thinking that maybe he was misunderstanding something or reading the situation wrong but you keep denying him.

Enough was enough.

You had just send your servants away, walking down the long hallway to get back to your room to rest. That is, until a hand comes out of nowhere, and pulls you into another hallway – a short, more narrow hallway that gives you a tight squeeze with two people. Bakugou trapped you between him and the wall, arms on either side of you.

“Your highness!” you exclaimed when you saw it was him. But he didn’t look too happy.

“What gives?” he asks, frowning at you. His expression reminded you of the time you first met him.

“What do you mean?” you asked, confused.

“Don’t play dumb with me. If you dislike me, just say it,” he said. But he was making things even more confusing for you.

“Why would you think that?”

“You’ve been avoiding me. Every time I try to be intimate with you, you reject me. Is it because we aren’t married yet? Or is it because you don’t have any interest in me?” he asks you.

“It’s not because of that at all!” you panicked, putting your hands up in defense. “I’ve never done this before, so I’m not sure what to do… and well, that’s actually something I need to tell-”

“Prove it,” Bakugou interrupts you.

“Huh?” your mind ran a blank all of a sudden, completely forgetting what you were supposed to say.

“You really don’t dislike me? Prove it,” he challenged. You stared up at his eyes and they were filled with hurt, confusion, betrayal, hope. You caused that. No, no. That’s not what you wanted. Without hesitation, you said with your heart and soul,

“The moon is beautiful, isn’t it?”

Bakugou had heard enough. He cupped both cheeks and smashed his lips into yours in a powerful, yet passionate kiss. Fireworks were going off in your head and your heart was beating like you had just ran a race. The feeling of content and love was overpowering your senses. It felt warm and comforting and you didn’t want to let this feeling go. Ever. Bakugou disconnected from you first, allowing both of you to catch your breaths.

“I can die happy,” he said softly, in between breaths. Your breath got caught in your throat. It was this time that you took his face and kissed him, your knees falling weak under you. All you could think about was how soft he felt against your lips and how addictive his taste was. Bakugou’s hands had a mind all of its own. They snaked behind you, holding you close, feeling that you could never be too close to him. Actually, it was never enough. He wanted more of you. He wanted you even closer to him, to feel you all over and never let go.

Kirishima and Denki were casually strolling the halls, heading wherever they wanted to go. They were about to pass this very intimate moment between lovers, that is until Denki happened to look to the side and see a sight that could get him beheaded.

“Holy shi-” Denki began to shout, but Kirishima was quick to cover his mouth, pick him up and get them out of there as fast as possible.

“You fucking idiot. Why do you always do that!?” Kirishima scolded.

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pascalpanic · 4 years ago

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Caffeine Rush: Chapter Seven / Decaf

W/C: 4k

Warnings: language, dirty thoughts, all of the dirty thoughts because Javi is a horndog, male masturbation... general spice. pining that could make a pine cone tremble.

A/N: welcome to pining central, enjoy your stay :) (ps when Steve says “Javier Peña” I need you to read that in the voice of Anthony Mackie going “SEBASTIAN STAN”)

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ordinary coffee that has had most of its caffeine removed from it before the beans are roasted.

You are a goddamn test on Javier’s self control. He feels like those biblical stories of men fighting back against temptation to prove themselves to God, except the only thing he has to prove is to himself. To you.

He’s always been enraptured by you, captivated by your smile and laugh but since you went ice skating, he hasn’t been able to get your body out of his mind. The way you fell asleep on him last night, nuzzled in like it was the safest place on earth. He could feel your breasts press into his skin, the warmth of your thigh hiked across his abdomen. If the past week has been some caffeine-induced fever dream, it’s becoming real now. You, a figment of his imagination before, maybe, are all flesh and blood and God, is he desperate for it.

Javier hangs around your apartment when you’re gone at work. He doesn’t have much else to do, considering you’re gone and he knows hardly anything about the city. He watches the daytime television on your couch, usually meanders to the coffee shop for a drink, spends some time there, and returns to the apartment.

He feels like he’s couch-surfing, like he did for a summer in his college years. He feels guilty occupying the space in your home, especially without payment. As he walks to the bathroom, he takes a long glance into your bedroom. The queen-sized bed is mussed, unmade before you left for work. The fitted sheet is pooled in the middle beneath where you sleep, the various blankets tossed about. It looks like the coziest damn thing he’s ever seen, especially after a couple of nights on a couch.

Javier almost thinks about giving in, waiting for you to ask him to sleep in your bed tonight then jumping at the chance. Maybe he will, if he’s tired enough. Maybe he won’t, but maybe he will. He can think of nothing better than the endless whir of the radiator as your perpetually-cold body nuzzles against him, brushes your nose against his bare chest.

It’s been a long time since Javi has fucked anyone, and he’s starting to feel it. He’s a little antsy, and the image of your body, your ass as you ice skate past him, haunts him like a bad dream- or rather some illicit fantasy he knows he shouldn’t be having.

Would you want him yet? You’ve told him you love him, but that was an accident. When he kisses you, you kiss back harder. Hell, you initiated the first kiss. You seem like you’ve been all-in on this relationship, taking things at a rushed pace that Javier certainly doesn’t mind. He spends a lot of the day contemplating that, standing on the tiny balcony of your apartment and smoking a couple of cigarettes.

At this point, he needs a distraction or he’s going to have to take matters into his own hands, quite literally. What better to kill the horny buzz making his head spin than to call Murphy?

The phone is in your bedroom, on the nightstand. Javier dares to sit on the edge of your bed, and actually moans aloud at the plush comfort, the way his ass sinks into it. Goddamn, he’ll have to get one of these. He wants nothing more than to lay back and fall into the bed, wait for you to get home and pound you into the comfortable mattress. But he doesn’t. He stays strong and picks up the phone, dialing the new Murphy residence in Miami.

After a couple of rings, a familiar voice answers. “Murphy’s.”

“Hey, bastard,” Javier chuckles, and he can hear the blonde man’s laughter from across the receiver.

“Javier Peña,” Steve drawls, dragging out the name. “Good to hear your voice, man. You finally come out of a ten-day celebratory drunkenness?”

“Don’t talk to me about binges,” Javier teases, but he smiles a little. He’s missed the man. He’s glad neither of them got in any trouble over the entire Los Pepes situation- God, that feels like ages ago now. It’s hard to believe he’s only been in D.C. what, eleven days? If Steve’s math is right, yeah. “No. I’m in D.C. still, if you can believe it. Just… bored.”

“Oh really?” the man scoffs, leaning against his kitchen counter in Miami with Olivia on his hip. “And why’s that? What are you still doin’ up there anyway? Thought you were goin’ to visit the old man.”

Javier shakes his head. “Plans changed. There’s, uh… there’s a girl.”

Steve lets out a wolf whistle, laughing. “And how much does she charge a night?”

“Not one of those. She works at a coffee shop around here,” he informs him. “She’s… she’s really something. Nothing I ever thought I’d be into. She’s gorgeous, man, and so energetic all the damn time. Seems like she has an IV of coffee from her shop,” he chuckles, looking off into space. He takes a pause. Steve doesn’t speak. “I wanna be with her Steve. I don’t… I don’t know if I can go back.”

He’s silent a little longer. “This is some kind of practical joke, right?” Steve says after a beat, barely holding back a laugh. Never has Javier been so sincere, so real and honest and open. And more specifically, he’s never been like this over a girl. Almost… mushy. Soft. “Tell me more,” he says, hoping the joke will give up.

Javier talks about you, describing every little detail with a grin on his face. He tells Steve about Tie Guy and ice skating and your piece of shit car, how you can spin in circles on the ice and how you remind him of a busy little bee, fluttering about the coffee shop.

Steve is genuinely rendered speechless; a hard thing to do. He blinks down at Olivia then straight ahead at the refrigerator, covered in photos and magnets and drawings. He can’t imagine Javier ever wanting something like this, like what he and Connie have, but he sure sounds like it. “That’s… something. Good for you, Javi,” Steve chuckles, resigning to sincerity. “I’m happy for you.”

Javier grumbles back. “Don’t get too happy. I have to go back to Calí in three weeks. She doesn’t want me to leave… I don’t know what to do, Murph. I can’t bring her with, you know that, but I can’t just leave her here. And I sure as hell can’t quit.”

“You could quit.”

“I’m not going to, how’s that?” Javier huffs and crosses his arms, annoyed by Steve and his goddamn wording loopholes. “I just… fuck. I’m gonna go think about it before she gets back.”

“She comin’ to your hotel? You sure you aren’t paying per night?” He smirks.

Javier’s quiet and Steve isn’t sure what it means until he talks. “I’m, uh, staying at her place. She insisted.”

Steve whistles again. “Damn. You’re whipped, Peña. Well, I’ll let you go. Call again soon. I miss ya, bud,” he tells Javier in a moment of earnesty then hangs the phone back on the receiver, bringing Olivia to her nursery to change her diaper.

Javi sighs and falls backwards on the bed, admiring the way the mattress holds his body compared to the couch. Yeah, he’ll definitely need to sleep in here tonight or he’s going to crack his spine.

The issue will be you. He could handle it on the couch; it was like a soft, adolescent form of love, innocent and warm. Of course, it could still be the same in your bed. But would it? Is there not a different set of implications that come with the two of you sharing a bed?

Snuggling with you on the couch was nice. Wonderful, perfect even. Javier loves falling asleep with you in his arms. But in your bed, arms curled around him, maybe even being his little spoon… that perfect body pressed flush to his own, your soft ass against his groin, your breathing pushing back into his chest… that would be an entirely different thing. And he wants it, he really does, but he isn’t sure he’ll be able to control himself.

He slept like shit the last night, to be honest. You on top of him prevented him from moving, and Javier is an active sleeper. His neck was at an odd angle and his back twisted. His body feels like it did after that fight with Tie Guy. He can’t- wouldn’t- invade your privacy of your bed without you home to give him the go ahead, but he’s so damn tired. Not even the coffee helps.

So Javier indulges in one of life’s little pleasures he rarely gets to experience: a nap. Curled up on his side on the couch, blankets pulled snug around his fetal-positioned body, Javier drifts off to the sound of the noon news on the television.

That’s how you find him when you come home. He’s peacefully asleep, his lips parted and mustache moving with his exhales. Well, he’s clearly alive. That’s good.

You’re not sure how long he’s been asleep, so you leave him, making yourself something to eat in the kitchen. You avoid the living room as you get settled in, changing out of your espresso-stained clothing and into something more comfortable.

When you’re all comfy, makeup removed and a warm sweater on, you sit at the other end of the couch. Javier’s curled into a ball, his feet just inches away from your legs. You hope when he moves, he’ll feel you there and wake. If not, oh well. He deserves the rest.

It’s gray and cloudy outside, and you snuggle into the corner of the couch while reading your worn copy of The Great Gatsby. It’s the one you’ve been re-reading recently, what you were reading that first day Javi wandered into your coffee shop and subsequently your life.

Javi wakes not long later, maybe half an hour, to the sound of your book crinkling. The paperback’s spine crunches with wear, and his eyes flutter open to see you tucked against a pillow. God, you look like an angel, the light from the cloudy day filtering in and illuminating you from the back. Your face is calm and peaceful, focused as your eyes trace the words of F. Scott Fitzgerald. “Hi,” Javier mumbles groggily.

Your expression turns to a smile and you set down the book. “Hey.” You take his legs and drape them across your lap, tracing your fingers across them. “How’d you sleep?”

He groans. “Okay. Neck hurts.”

“That wouldn’t be an issue if you’d just sleep with me,” you sing-song to him, stroking his legs through the comfortable pants he wears. “My bed is super cozy.”

God, does Javier know it. It felt like your love itself when he laid down and the warmth of it swallowed him, practically whole. “Maybe I’ll give in,” he sighs, rubbing his eyes with the heels of his hands. “How was work? Sorry I didn’t visit.”

“Boring as always,” you chuckle. “What did you do today?”

Javi frowns as he thinks about it, his brain fogged with sleep. “Not much. Called Murphy, talked a while. He’s doing good.”

“Good,” you nod and smile. “When will I get to meet this elusive Steve?” You ask, softly kneading at his legs through the blanket and frowning as you realize he’s wearing… jeans. “Wait, pause. Are you seriously wearing jeans?” you ask him and laugh, lifting the blanket to confirm what you already suspected.

He frowns defensively, crossing his arms. “Maybe.”

“Why the fuck would you take a nap in jeans, Javi?” You laugh.

Javier looks away, frowning. The stubbornness shows. “I don’t own many comfortable clothes besides what I wear to work, if you haven’t noticed,” he retorts, but you can’t help but giggle. “Plus I thought I’d only be here to get fired.”

You smile at him lovingly and cup his face. “You sweet, stupid workaholic. Let’s go shopping later, get you some cozy stuff.”

Javier warms against your touch but maintains a pout. “I like jeans.”

Rolling your eyes, you huff out a laugh. “Would a pair of sweatpants be detrimental to your wardrobe, Javier?”

“Stop using big words,” he groans. “I’m barely awake.”

The large mall is annoying to Javier, full to the brim with last-minute (or maybe prepared, he never holiday-purchases) shoppers. He holds your hand, shooting feisty glares at anyone that dares to bump against his or, god forbid, your side. “Relax,” you tease and squeeze his free hand. The other carries a bag containing two hoodies, three t-shirts, and two pairs of sweatpants. “You’re not on a mission, and you certainly don’t have the knuckles to pitch another fight.”

He looks at his hands and scowls. You’re right. They’re no longer black and blue but faded yellows and greens, a spare bit of purple over the bones. The fight wasn’t that long ago, really, even though it feels like an eternity.

You drag Javier into a favorite shop of yours. He follows you around like a lost puppy while you search through clothes. He even hands you one or two tops he thinks you’d look nice in. You kiss him on the cheek and he dares to smile for a moment before returning to his stone-faced annoyance at such a packed area.

The dressing rooms are nicer, much more spaced out and offering places to rest. Javier sits in a chair across from your little cubby as you try things on. Every time you find something, you come out and model it for him. He comments, always positively, gives a little applause and smiles at the twirl you give in the big trifold mirror.

There’s one pair of leggings that hug your ass tight. Javier nearly salivates at them. “I like those,” he comments. “They look comfortable.” The same follows with a pair of jeans, even more flattering. He crosses his legs and nods, giving you similar comments.

Then come the dresses and tops. They’re all low-cut, not the wintery clothing Javier’s always seen you in. They show off your cleavage, and one scarlet colored blouse with a low neckline and fluffy sleeves makes Javier’s eyes simultaneously light up and darken. “How’s this one?” You ask, tugging at the sleeves.

“How much is it?” He asks, leaning back and looking at you through lidded eyes.

“Uh…” you tell him the cost and look back up at him, expecting a comment. “Why?”

“I’m buying that for you myself,” he smirks up at you, eyeing you up and down in a way that makes your skin feel intensely hot. The sight is stunning to him, and your flustered smile makes the smirk a little more devilish.

Javier does end up buying you the shirt, and you purchase a few other things you liked. But that scarlet shirt is stuck on Javier’s mind in replay: the subtle valley between your tits, how they filled out the shirt just perfectly and tugged at the cloth covering them, the way they look painfully soft to the touch, especially through that soft fabric. He wonders if you were wearing a bra under it. Then he has to stop himself.

You eat dinner late, chatting mindlessly over everything and nothing. Javier has no work to speak of now, so he tells you tall tales of the hunt for Escobar, some exaggerated and some underplayed. He mainly listens to you, asks about your past and your future, your family and your job. He could never tire of your voice, the soothing lull that warms him from the inside out, just like your skin flushed in that goddamn red top.

He drives the both of you home, humming softly to the songs on the radio. He’s beginning to recognize more and more of the top-40 hits on a certain preset station, songs he’d never listen to on his own. He glances over at you, gazing out of the window, and feels his body warm again- not just in his heart, but his stomach and lower too. He dares to steal a glance down, at the soft swell of your tits in that sweater. God, he wants to get you naked.

But he doesn’t. He doesn’t know what you want and he’s too afraid to ask, too afraid to shatter this blissful phase of adoration without the sexual attraction. He wonders if you feel it too, if your clothes suddenly feel too restricting and too warm when you run a hand down his bare back.

The nightly routine ensues: you shower. Javier changes, this time into a new hoodie but leaves his legs bare, wearing only boxers on the bottom. He waits on the couch, and when you exit the bathroom, he takes his turn. He returns and sits next to you on the couch.

Tonight, when you ask him to share your bed with you, he doesn’t say no. In fact, he doesn’t say much of anything, just yawns softly and stands, taking your hand.

It’s a sacred space, your bed. Javier knows it. He rarely fucks women in his; whether it’s for his own privacy or fear they’ll fall asleep there, he can’t say. But your bed is such an intimate expression of you, and he can see it. He can see the divot in the mattress where you sleep, the way you arrange the pillows just right for your own head. It is a queen size, but it’s single-occupancy: until now, that is, and Javier feels honored you’re willing to share this holiness with him.

He gets into the bed on the other side of you, the warm blankets enveloping him, and he nearly lets out a moan at the comfort. Compared to the hotel bed and the couch, this is sleeping on a literal cloud from the heavens. He lies still, waiting to see what you do first. Not wanting to overstep anything.

His prayers are answered when you snuggle into his side. You rest your head on his chest, kissing his sternum through the soft material of the hoodie. A hand rests on the other side of your face, and your legs both encircle one of his. Javier smiles, wrapping an arm around you. He presses a kiss into your hair and murmurs a goodnight, letting his head fall back. He has no time to worry about this situation before he falls asleep.

He falls asleep almost immediately, which makes you chuckle through your half-conscious state. He seems to always radiate heat, Javier. Your layers of blankets upon blankets suddenly feel unnecessary when a heat source the strength of the summer sun fills your bed. His chest is strong and firm beneath you. The rise and fall of his chest is like a boat rocking on the ocean, putting you at ease and allowing you to rest.

Fuck. He knew this was a bad idea. Why did he do this?

The clock reads 1:48 and Javier is wide awake, staring at your popcorn-stucco-whatever the fuck it is ceiling. He wasn’t able to process this before sleep overtook him, before his consciousness was wiped and with it, his inhibitions.

Your body is pressed to his so perfectly. You sleep without a bra, and Javier can feel his arm being slightly sandwiched between your breasts, the way they press further into it every time you inhale. Your thighs are warm with sleep, and he can feel your core pressed against his hip, even while you sleep and even through the layers of clothing.

Javier feels like the embodiment of slime. You’re asleep and all he can think about is how fucking hot your body is, how much he wants to press you into this mattress and wake you with an orgasm. He wants to palm your tits and make your nipples harden through that flimsy shirt, to slide his fingers beneath your pajama bottoms and-

He can’t take it. He feels so wrong, the smell of you surrounding him and choking him like a thick perfume, even in its subtlety. He does not deserve to sleep next to you, innocently, like someone you love, when all he can think about is his own carnal desires.

Pushing back the covers, Javier gets out of bed before any more blood can flow to his slowly hardening dick. This is all wrong. He should not be doing this, thinking these things without knowing you feel the same.

But the guilt is as strong as his arousal. He watches you for a moment, torn between his options, before meandering through the darkened bedroom and finding his way into the bathroom. He turns on the bright lights and forces himself to stare at the bulbs, to make his pupils shrink from their blown state of sleep mixed with desperation. He’s fully awake now.

He needs to get the hardened length down. He can’t do this, can’t allow himself this suffering while you sleep in the next room.

The sink. Cold water. He gasps silently at the splash of the ice-cold water against his face, dampening the edges of his hoodie. It doesn’t work enough. Again. Nothing. He feels like a teenager, unable to control himself. The cold water is a good idea, though.

Javier strips down, trying to avoid the urge to take himself in hand and fix this here and now. Turning the water as cold as it can go, Javier turns on the shower and steps in.

Agony is the best term he has. It makes him want to squeal like a fucking pig as he shudders from the cold. It doesn’t work to force his erection down, but what use is it when it’s not something physical but mental stimulating him? The cold shock didn’t do shit. Javier’s still achingly hard. He turns the water warmer and sighs as it gradually turns to a tolerable temperature, one that he can relax under and allow himself to let out a deep sigh.

He has no other options, unless he wants to wait it out. Leaning against the wall, Javier strokes himself, biting his lip and hoping the water pressure will cancel any soft moans he can’t avoid. It doesn’t take long when he’s this aroused, when he knows exactly what the fantasy in his head would feel like.

Javier is panting and sweating, from the effort and the growing heat of the water. He feels disgusting but it feels so good, and he can’t help imagining you doing this to him, you spreading your legs and feeding the fire between his own.

It only takes a few minutes. He gasps as he cums, with a force he’s never brought forth with his own hand. He bites his lip so hard he’s sure he might cut it off, not allowing the desperate sounds to reach a level you could hear. When he’s done, he groans and cracks his neck. “Oh, little bee,” he whispers, agonized as he lets the water wash the evidence of his sins down the drain.

When he’s done, Javier walks into your bedroom, silently, in the dark. His previous boxers were stained with a patch of his precum; he can’t put those back on. He drops the towel and puts on different boxers.

After he’s changed, he looks at your bed longingly for a moment. The soft sheets, soft mattress, the soft body between them. But in Javier’s head, he’s forsaken his right to the warmth, the comfort.

When you wake in the morning, hours after you thought you heard the shower running, you find Javier is not in your bed. There isn’t even a warm spot where he lay, just your body shifted further from your normal sleeping position. When you wander out to make your morning coffee, you find him. He spent the night on the couch again.

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waynedunlaptheorgandonor · 3 years ago

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watched s11ep1

i will provide you with a quick review before i disappear back into the ether of twd avoidance

lots of spoilers under the cut. also i wrote way too much and i worked all night and haven’t slept so i didn’t bother to reread literally any of it, so it might be completely nonsensical, tho if you don’t expect that from me by this point idk whose blog you’ve been reading

enjoy:

hokay, first off, i’ll start by saying that i enjoyed it more than i expected to. i’ve been avoiding any sort of discussion about stuff, but my google algorithm is so fucked at this point that i still get recommended articles and stuff every now and then, so i was already pretty aware of what i was walking into, and was expecting it to be eh, but actually i prob enjoyed it more than i enjoyed the finale

(don’t get too excited tho, the finale was rly boring lmfao)

anyway

episode starts off with a tense scouting mission

it takes .005 seconds into the episode for caryl to exchange a look of longing, establishing that they are still having weird conflict and are both too fucking stubborn to do anything about it even tho they hate it desperately

i imagine that will continue for a while

rosita, kelly, carol, maggie, what’s her face with the bad hair, and lydia (i think that’s everyone?) lower down to some army bunker or something, where a bunch of walkers are taking a snooze, and the girls are very respectful of walker naptime, and do their best not to wake them up

obviously they eventually wake up, but i’ll get to that in a sec

as they’re tiptoeing through the walker tulips, there’s this split second where carol spots a machine gun, and looks at maggie with a face like, “can i plzzzz, i am mad horny for that machine gun,” but maggie tells her no. (i 110% expected her to defy orders and accidentally wake up all the walkers, but she actually behaved herself for once. well. mostly)

never fear, tho, after the girl gang collects a bunch of MREs they go back to wait for the dudes waiting up top to pull them up, and bc men ruin everything, one of the ropes break, and daryl catches it before it falls, but then a slow motion drop of blood falls on a walker’s face, and just like that, walker naptime is over, and carol uses her bow and arrow for two seconds before she is like “fuck this” and whips out the machine gun

yes, she is super hot using it

yes, daryl watches her do it

anyway, all the other girls get rescued, and carol is about to be pulled up, but bc she is a #girlboss, she first makes a beeline for one more crate full of MREs. daryl covers her while she gets the loot, and when she gets back up top they have another charged moment as carol hands him back his knife

just fuck already, jfc

titles!

cut to alexandria where everything is still not smilestimes

BUT, we do get to see uncle daryl run and hug rj and judith (and dog), and FUCKING HERSHEL JR, LIGHT OF MY LIFE is also there

istg, they could not have casted a better child, i a d o r e him

oh, and some friends of maggie’s show up too, idk

cut to a staff meeting where everyone is like, whomp whomp, we’re all gonna starve to death unless we figure out something quick

cue maggie going, “oh, i know where food is, but it requires me to tell you my tragic backstory, in case anyone didn’t watch my bottle episode”

she tells her dramatic backstory about all her friends getting slaughtered by the reapers for no apparent reason, and then she’s like “anyway, let’s go back there!”

no one thinks it’s a great idea, but a group of people decide to go anyway, including daryl and gabriel. rosita is super pissed that gabriel is going, and carol doesn’t go, probably partly bc it’s a shitty fucking idea, and also bc they have to keep caryl apart bc otherwise they’ll fix their problems ahead of schedule and they won’t be able to drag out the needless angst

daryl looks kind of annoyed that carol doesn’t volunteer to go

bitch, i thought you wanted her to stop putting herself in the line of fire! make up your damn mind!

moving on

cut to a thunderstorm, where, if you look closely, you’ll notice daryl is wearing the STUPIDEST hat i’ve ever seen. just get an umbrella, jfc

for some reason negan is with them, bc ig he knows his way around washington dc, and no one in six years has bothered to figure out how to get around the city and/or get a map, and he is like “hey guys, maybe we shouldn’t try to walk in this fucking hurricane,” and everyone is like “FUCK YOU NEGAN, YOU’RE NOT THE BOSS OF US!!!”

this will be a common occurrence

but eventually daryl is even like “actually, it’s rly unpleasant out here, and my hat is mad stupid, can we go inside plz?”

so they go inside an old metro station, which is actually a rly cool cinematic choice. i rly like the idea, and they executed it rly well

speaking of executions

there are some fucking RULL CREEPY walkers. idk why they bothered me so badly, but they were what they at first assumed were corpses wrapped up in tarps, but turns out none of them had been properly put down, so they go through killing these rotted bodies that had supposedly been there since The Fall, and it’s very gross and cool

this entire time, btw, negan is like “hey, i know i’m a shitty person, but i have some rational arguments about why we shouldn’t be doing this right now,” and everyone is like, “FUCK YOU NEGAN, YOU’RE NOT THE BOSS OF US!!!” and he’s just like “god fucking damnit”

(i forgot to mention that at one point, when they’re headed into the metro station, negan is trying to warn ppl of the potential danger, and everyone is ignoring him, and he tries to talk to daryl, and daryl is like “fuck you, you think we’re BUDDIES?” and negan is like “oh, ok, so you’re gonna be like that too? fanfreakingtastic” and it’s very funny)

anyway. a fat monster zombie escapes its tarp at one point, and tries to eat some npc, and negan saves him, again is like “hey, anyone else realize that this is a FUCKING BAD PLAN?”, and everyone is like “we don’t care, you’re still shitty and we’re not listening to you, and you don’t actually care about random npc i would literally not be able to pick out in a lineup bc his face is so generic, you’re not the boss of us!!!”

it’s at this point that negan finally is like, “why am i even here? bc i know how to get around washington dc? do none of you have a map?” and i was like, “right?! that’s what i said!”

it’s then revealed that maggie only brought negan along to murder him under the guise of “oops, he got hurt in the line of duty, it wasn’t my fault,” and daryl has this look on his face that says, “i seriously need to stop hanging out with lethal women bent on revenge bc it’s gonna give me high blood pressure,” and maggie has a badass moment where she points a gun she has for some reason at negan and is like “i have like, one shred of human compassion left inside of me, and if you keep pushing me i will fucking kill you without a second thought, so shut the hell up”

(in her defense, negan had just dropped glenn’s name to purposely antagonize her, which was rude as hell)

(for the record, i’m completely on maggie’s side here, but negan still is right that trapping themselves in a metro station is a bad call)

anyway, moving away from that briefly

i think this jump cut happens sooner, i don’t actually remember, but whatever who cares, point is, we get to the part of the show that actually matters, and that’s anything involving my love, juanita “princess” sanchez

and also eugene, yumiko, and ezekiel

they are being asked increasingly invasive questions by commonwealth ppl, some of which i wish they actually would of answered (what do they use to wipe their asses with?? surely toilet paper has long since become extinct)

zeke, who is so much more tolerable as a character now that he’s not larping as a king, has this incredibly weird and sort of sexually charged moment with a dude in an orange stormtrooper costume, where he’s like, “i bet you were an asshole cop back before The Fall, you stupid fascist, #fuckthepolice, mb literally? idk, this moment has a lot of pent up aggression that could easily translate to hate sex, it might just be the intense eye contact, but w/e, let’s just move along,” and then he has a coughing fit to remind the audience that he’s currently dying of cancer, and orange stormtrooper is like “lolz, loser, drink some water you dumb piece of shit”

cut to the wholesome foursome sitting at a picnic table in a guarded courtyard eating gruel, and yumkio, who finally has a personality, and princess are like “hey, this place fucking sucks, can we leave?” and zeke is like, “yeah, i met this orange stormtrooper who i think might be dtf and/or murder, so we should probably bounce”

but eugene is like, “but i want some hot stephanie ass, and also some bullshit excuse about how mb commonewealth will save alexandria” which, they left before things went super downhill, right? idr. it was after hilltop fell, but they don’t know alexandria got fucked either, if i recall? w/e, not important

two seconds after he says this, they talk to some people who are like “we’ve been here for four months, or maybe it’s been nine, i don’t actually remember, i’ve stopped processing the passage of time,” and the wholesome foursome takes this as a bad sign, tho that’s just the life i’ve lived as a night worker during a pandemic, so i was like #mood

but then they watch some guy get dragged away screaming to get “reprocessed” and eugene is like “ok, nvm, let’s bounce”

(my theory on what “reprocessing” is, is that they’re stuck in a room and have to watch hours and hours of customer service training videos on vhs from the 90s)

i definitely got my jump cut scenes mixed up bc i think the negan accusing maggie of a murder plot thing happened in between this scene and then the next commonwealth scene, but w/e, i’ll just finish what happens in the commonwealth arch

the wholesome foursome are trying to hatch a plan to escape, except princess, my love, is distracted watching some stormtroopers flirt, and the other three are like “wtf, dude, how can you even tell any of them apart?” and princess then tells them every stormtroopers backstory bc she is brilliant and pays rly close attention to shit, and the other three are like, “this is useful information, thank you for being an insane person”

their plan involves yumiko and eugene dressing up as stormtroopers and leading princess and zeke out of the place, which works fine actually, except on their way out they come across the Depressing Wall of Probably Mostly Dead Missing Loved Ones

they’re about to leave, when princess is like, “wait, yumiko, you’re on here, that’s weird huh?”

sure enough, yumiko is on the wall, with a note from ig her sister

the scene ends with yumiko going, “guys...i can’t leave...i have tragic backstory to unveil”

tragic backstory to be continued ig

back in murder metro town, npc and some other npc have stolen all the supplies, there’s a train blocking the track, and a horde of walkers are coming towards them, so things are not going fantastic

they horde is too big to take down, so they start to climb on top of the train car to get away

but dog runs away!

and daryl, being every pet owner ever, is like “gotta go get my dog, guys, try not to get killed while i’m gone, c u soon!” and he ducks under the train and disappears

#priorities

the episode ends with maggie climbing up the train car but getting grabbed by a walker and dangling off the edge, and negan is there and they have a lion king moment where maggie is like, “scar! help me!” and negan is like “long live the king, bitch” and walks away into the shadows, leaving maggie to a potential death

which, while i know isn’t actually going to happen, would be a really fucking funny move on the writers’ part

like, “look, lauren’s back! and now she’s dead, bet you didn’t expect that!”

anyway

my assumption is negan will actually end up helping her up or something, continuing his ambiguous morality bullshit that actually isn’t ambiguous bc he BEAT GLENN TO DEATH WITH A FUCKING BAT WRAPPED IN BARBED WIRE IN FRONT OF HIS PREGNANT WIFE

the maggie/negan arch is kind of dumb, but whatevs, i’ll tolerate it, as long as my boy glenn gets justice in the end

anyway, cue credits!

final assessment: good episode. i’m much more interested in commonwealth than the reapers, tho i am hoping that daryl’s personality-less ex turns out to be a monster killing machine with no conscience, that’ll be fun. princess is a gift from god. hershel jr needs his own tv show. needs more carol (and caryl)

the end! going back into my walking dead free chamber! see you next episode!

-diz

#i didn't mean to recap the entire fucking episode lol #sorry #it's to make up for my lack of content lately #or something #anyway #caryl #twd s11ep1 #twd s11 spoilers #dunlap tp

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brekkerism · 4 years ago

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Strange Addiction(Spencer Reid One-Shot)

A/n: So, this is my fic for the lovely @andiebeaword in the swap fics event that my lovely @imagining-in-the-margins hosted, and it was a blast writing it. Pom also was my beta, as always, and also the sweet @definitelynotkatesblog. This was super fun to write, and I hope y’all like it!!

Couple: Spencer Reid/Reader

Word count: 2.8k

Rating: 18+

Content warning: hinted age gap, smut, cunnilingus, professor!Spencer, angst, misunderstandings and fluff. I think that’s all.

******

I don’t know much about addiction, but if I had to guess, I thought it would feel something like this.

When his hair falls in his face, and his hands are so warm they manage to stop me from shaking.

When his lips taste like coffee and the way he insists on sleeping over, even if we both know he’ll never hold me until the morning.

Craving something that is slowly killing you, refusing to give it up.

It’s an addiction. It has to be.

Or maybe I’ve gone mad. ‘Insanity is doing the same thing over and over again and expecting different results.’ ’ I could hear it in his voice, telling me that “actually the quote was never linked to Einstein formally, but-“

I had to stop it. I had to stop myself, and put an end to it. It’s been weeks since we saw each other, it’s the perfect time to end-

Ding.

“I miss you. Can we see each other today?”

A few words on a text.

That’s all it took.

Well. It’s supposed to be bad to stop cold turkey right?

******

He spilled coffee on me the first time we met. It was on one of the campus coffee stands and I was already having a shitty day. I would have been furious if I had the strength for it.

“FUCK!” Burning. Hot coffee burning it’s way down my chest.

“Are you okay?” The stranger that had spilled his unnecessarily hot cup of coffee in me said.

“Dude?! It’s fucking hot!” I tried to pull my dress away from my body, to try and stop the burning in some way.

“I’m sorry, I’m so sorry. I just saw this bird and it reminded me of someone and I got distracted and-“

“Please get me some napkins.” I cut him off promptly.

He did, and tried to help me clean up before realizing it was all over my breasts, and it really wouldn’t help his situation to touch me there.

“Again I’m so sorry. Uhm, whats your name? I can pay for your dress or if you’re hurt I can take you to the infirmary.”

“My name is girl you burned the tits of.” I snapped. “And I’m fine, don’t worry that much.” I finally looked up at him, with his suit, his fluffy hair and the scruff. Cute. “What’s your name?”

“I’m Dr. Spencer Reid.” A professor then? Hot, older, professor. Wait, didn’t I hear something about this?

“Well doctor, you can just buy me a coffee and some pastries and, we’ll be even. Then you can go on your merry way and forget about the totally embarrassing afternoon that you spilled coffee all over a girl.” And maybe you can be so sorry that you slide me your number or something. A girl can hope.

I could have forgotten the whole thing. But he was himself: totally apologetic and cute, so tall and handsome, and his eyes-

I accepted his apology, and the coffee he bought me to make up for it, and we parted ways.

And if I went to my dorm and immediately tried to find out who he really was, it wasn’t completely weird right?

And yeah, maybe I sneaked into one of his classes, just to see what all the gossip and fuss was about (like I didn’t already know) but it didn’t start because of that.

******

It started way later at a bar. It’s not like I sought him out, maybe I had been going out a lil more than I used to in hopes that maybe, just maybe...

And then it happened. He was there, sitting at the corner of the bar sipping from his glass. Freshly out of class and all alone. The fucking universe. A chance to talk to him.

He was up from his seat, going for a refill at the bar when I rose from my seat before I even had time to come up with a plan or say goodbye to my friends, making a beeline to his direction.

Maybe it was the universe conspiring against us, or for us, because before I could tap him on the shoulder to get his attention, someone bumped into me sending me with force so that I would collide directly into him.

I luckily grabbed onto his suit jacket, stabilizing myself before I could do something stupid like fall to the floor and make a spectacle of myself.

He turned towards me, finally looking at who shoved him forward, and the recognition on his face was like relief washing over me.

“So, are you just gonna stare at me or will you buy me another apology-drink?” I tried my best to be charming and pretty, to keep his attention on me.

“Well this time I didn’t spill on you, so I don’t think I owe you one.” His smile. Fuck. He had a great smile.

“Okay. I’ll buy you one then.” I called over the bartender, getting him his scotch refill and something for me. Before he had the chance to do anything, I was taking the drinks back to his table. We wordlessly sat down and drank from our glasses.

“Should I ask why you went to one of my classes?”

Oh. oh. He saw that.

“Should I ask why you didn’t kick me out?”

“I asked first.”

“And I still don’t want to answer.” I pretended to inspect my shoes, racking my brain for ways to keep him here, talking to me. “Why are you drinking tonight?”

“You know, you ask a lot of questions for someone who won’t answer any of mine.”

“It’s part of my charm. So, what’s the reason?”

“What?” He did this cute thing with his nose, kinda scrunching it up, and he never stopped licking his damn lips, and maybe it was the alcohol in my system but I wanted to see how he tasted.

“There’s not that many reasons to be drinking alone at a sad college bar. You either have a problem with booze, can’t get a date, are drowning your sorrows, or trying to forget something.”

“Why don’t you try to guess?”

“Hm.” I leaned back on my seat to study him, using it as an excuse to look him head to toe. ”You’re both too put together and uncomfortable enough in this setting to have a problem. You’re too hot and have like, a billion college girls trying to get in your pants, so it’s not the date thing. You don’t look melancholic enough to be drowning your sorrows, especially with that choice of drink. So, who are you trying to forget, then?”

“Can’t a man just want to get a drink?” He chuckled.

“But that option would be no fun.” I could feel myself pouting and my cheeks getting warmer. Maybe it was the alcohol catching up to me.

“Well, it’s suiting, since I’m no fun.”

“That’s a lie. I’m talking to you and I’m having a blast” it was a joke on his part, but the way he said it sounded upset. Truthful. I wanted to make it go away.

“Kinda sad if this is your definition of a blast.” It sounded like a joke, but the way he said it... he sounded upset. I wanted to make it go away.

“Maybe it’s just because you’re hot. Who knows.”

“That's the second time you called me that.” He said it suspiciously, like he doubted that I really thought that.

“Can’t help it if it’s true.” I’m ridiculously attracted to you, I thought. Can you please realize that soon?

“What about you. What are you doing here?”

“Same reason as you.” Lies. Little liar. I’m here because I have been waiting and hoping to see you again, somewhere, anywhere.

“To drink cheap scotch?”

“To forget.” I’m so fucked up. I’m lying to the guy for what? So he can relate? That’s so stupid.

“Who is he?”

“Who is she?”

“She’s... A friend.” Oh. So there was a she. Shit. But that meant... was he looking for a rebound? A shoulder to cry on?

“Some guy I met at college.” You.

“Wow, an answer from you.”

“Wild, right? Next you’ll ask me my name and I’ll actually give it to you.”

“Your name isn’t actually ‘girl you burned the tits of’? Shocking.”

“No, I could only hope to be named something as elegant as that.” He laughed at that. If I could bottle up the sound, I would. Hell, I wanted it as my new ringtone. “C’mon, that’s what you laugh at?”

The night kept moving, and I learned little things, like that he worked for the FBI, his socks were mismatched, he didn’t blush at my dirty jokes after a while, and he was exceptionally bad at taking shots, but exceptionally good at magic tricks. It was nice. It was more than nice. It caused my face to flush and made my knees go weak.

“You should tell me your name now.” The seriousness in his voice made something inside me tremble, and warmth rose up deep in my guts.

“W-why?”

“Because I won’t fuck you if I don’t know your name.” Finally. Fucking finally.

He was giving me a out. If I wanted, I could just say ‘no, thanks.’ and walk away.

Jokes on him if he thought I would give up that easy.

“(Y/n). My name is (y/n).” He took a shuddering breath in, lowered his hands down to my upper thigh and squeezed.

“Go to the second to last stall in the bathroom and wait.” There was no room in his voice for questioning. I did it anyways.

“Here?”

“Here.” He confirmed with a firm nod, his eyes never leaving mine.

We were both too desperate for it.

And it happened. In the second to last stall of a dirty bathroom, with him fucking me against the door and whispering dirty things in my ear. It was perfect, it was fucking heaven. It made me crave.

It happened again in my dorm room. Again and again. And then in his apartment. In his empty office. In my car. In his car. Not as frequently as I like, with his job at the FBI and teaching, but more than it should be for what we had. We weren’t in a relationship. We were just fuck buddies. And yeah, maybe he also gave me his time with the sex, with the sweet words, the occasional lunches and the not-dates to his favorite bookstore, but it didn’t mean anything. Six months in, and he didn’t seem any more over the mysterious girl he had loved for decades.

He was just using me to get over the woman he truly loved. The young college girl who he thought was also in love with someone else was the easiest choice. The least messy.

But it was messy. Because there was nobody else. There was just him. He was the one I was in love with.

I was trying to get over Spencer Reid, by sleeping with Spencer Reid.

Funny, right?

******

I didn’t have to knock twice at his door.

He hugged me as soon as he opened it. I melted into him, like I always did. He smelled like coffee and home to me.

“Rough day?” I asked.

“Rough week. Rough month.” Yeah, I think I know the feeling.

“Can I help?”

“Always. You always help.” He said softly.

Stop saying things like that. Stop making me feel like this.

“Come here little girl.” He led us to his bedroom, sitting on the bed and guiding me to his lap. It felt safe. Felt loving. “You’re always so pretty for me. So good. You don’t even know how much I.... how much I want you.”

He took my dress off with ease, kissing a wet trail from my face, to my neck, to my tits. I wanted his hands everywhere, I wanted him to touch me, to make me forget why I ever considered stopping this.

“You’re gonna be good for me right? You’ll be a perfect girl?” Always. Just for you.

“Yes.”

“That’s my girl.”

His girl. I was his. I will always be his.

He just wasn’t mine.

I swallowed back the tears and tried to push down the lump in my throat. He needed me and I wanted to please him, to be good, to show him how much I loved him with this.

He always knew how to work my body, and this moment was no exception. Always knew how to make me go crazy with a swipe of his tongue on my pussy, a finger curling inside me, a thumb circling my clit. Sometimes I thought he was the only one that knew me at all. I was probably right.

The orgasm built and built and built, and I couldn’t do anything but hold on to his hair and smother him between my thighs while I rode it out. He was perfect. It was perfect.

I wanted it forever.

Tears. Pooling on the corners of my eyes, rolling down, no matter how hard I tried to blink them away.

It was killing me.

I loved him. Three little words. I love you. I love you I love you I love you I love you-

“I love you.” It felt natural rolling off my tongue. It felt okay. The world would still spin if he knew I love him. I might not have him anymore, but it would be okay.

“W-what did you just say?” He rose from his place between my legs, the frown on his forehead and his shaking hands making me just as nervous as he was.

“I love you. I’m in love with you. I’m sorry.”

“You’re... Why are you sorry?” That was the part he was worried about?

“Because I didn’t mean to. I know you can’t love me back. I’m sorry.” I retreated from him, bracing myself as tight as I could. Maybe I could use his shock to my advantage; dress quickly and leave. There wouldn’t be any awkwardness or tears or rejection-

He was kissing me. He was kissing me, coaxing my mouth open with his tongue, holding on to me like I would disappear if he didn’t ground me to him.

“We’re so stupid. I’m so, so stupid.” He was saying the words in between kisses, like he couldn’t take the time to pull away from me and actually talk.

What was happening?

“How can you not know? I thought you knew, I thought that was the whole reason-“ more kisses now, all over my face and my mouth.

“Spencer, what are you talking about?”

“Listen to me. I love you. I’m in love with you. I have been for a while now.” He was holding my face in his hands.

I must have gotten into a car accident on the way to his apartment. I was dead, or dreaming, or hallucinating.

He loved me?

He loved me.

“I thought the reason you were pulling away from me is because you knew, because I’m a shitty liar when it comes to you, and I don’t know how to hide how desperately in love with you I am.” He continued to ramble and I almost couldn’t keep up. I felt like I was inside a dream. “I was so sure you still loved the guy from your school, and I didn’t want to risk losing you, losing us, so I didn’t tell you. I’m so dumb.”

“But... but what about her? The woman you love? Your friend?”

“She’s just that: a friend. I think because we never had a shot at having a romantic relationship, I idealized it for so long. I thought that it was love. But I met you. I got to know you. I got to love you. This is love. Whatever I felt for her doesn’t come close.“

Blissful. I felt blissful. I felt like the universe gave me everything I wanted all at once.

“I love you. I’ve loved you since I met you.” I get to say it. I get to say it, I get to love him, and have him.

I needed him. Now. I needed to make love to him, needed to be his.

We kissed for too long, slow and sweet and perfect. When he drove himself inside my body, he looked into my eyes and told me how good I was for him, how much he loved me. When I came, it was with his name on my lips. It was everything. It was impossible for someone to be so right for me. He was everything.

We laid next to each other, too needy to not be touching every moment possible. My legs tangled between his, my hand in his.

Everything was out in the open, and we were together.

Except…

“Spence…”

“Yeah?”

“Remember the guy at college that I liked? The one I was trying to get over?”

“Yes” his tone was tentative, like he halfway expected me to take back all that was said between us.

“He... kinda doesn’t exist. Well, he also kinda does, but I think it might be you.” He was silent, and for a moment I thought he fell asleep and didn’t hear me.

“…Honestly, I shouldn’t be surprised” there wasn’t any anger in his tone whatsoever, and the last of my worries was gone.

“Still love me?”

“Always, pretty girl.”

And I guess that was more than okay.

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nocapesdahling · 3 years ago

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As the World Falls Down - Chapter 2

Helmut Zemo x Gender Neutral Reader

Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3

Chapter Summary: In which we hear a little from Helmut Zemo, the city is flying, and you find a baby. Not necessarily in that order.

Rating: Mature (17+)

Chapter Warnings/Tags: Slow Burn; Here there be angst; Accidental Child acquisition; Mentioned child neglect by others

A/N: I made myself sad while writing this chapter, knowing that certain things mentioned will never happen. Here begins the forewarned angst. Maybe once I finish this story, I’ll write a fluffy AU.

Chapter 2: Beneath a Fallen Sky (Age of Ultron) - Part 1

Word Count: 2.1k

Colonel Helmut Zemo repositioned his earpiece. He was not a man prone to fidgeting and never had been, especially on the job, but he had counted his squad after they had gotten clear of the city and they were one short.

You were missing.

His family was safe, his squad was safe, but you were not. While he kept his expression neutral, inside was a different story. You had to be here somewhere. You just had to be. He would not accept any other outcome. Once they arrived at their base outside the city, he searched room after room and asked person after person and could not find you. You were not in the Mission Control Room or in your workshop fiddling with your gadgets. You did not seem to be anywhere, which meant that he had to consider the idea of you still being in the city.

“Q, come in Q. Where are you? Branko is in need of you. He broke his new infrared glasses and Ana tore her body armor. Don’t ask me how she did it, darling. We thought it was indestructible, but you know Ana. She took that as a challenge.” He let a hint of his desperation show in his voice. “Q, please come in.”

All Zemo heard was static before a voice, your voice, answered and he breathed out in relief. “Hey, Boss.” you started haltingly. You sounded tired and out of breath. “Well, I’m still in the city.” Here, you paused and Helmut’s hand clenched into a fist. “We’re in the air, Helmut... I don’t know if I’m going to make it. You’ll have to give Carl his birthday gift from me. I think he’ll like it.”

His smile was filled with clenched teeth and looked more like a grimace. “Even now, you joke, my Q. Even now.”

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You held back a sob at the pain you could hear in his voice.

You had been meant to rendezvous with the rest of your squad at the checkpoint, but had stopped as you passed an orphanage. You thought you had heard a baby crying, but that couldn’t be right. The orphanage looked to be and should be empty. You strained your ears, knowing you couldn’t leave a baby or a child there to die. There it was again, a baby’s cry. You knew your squad was long gone, but you reassured yourself with the thought that you could easily catch up with them after you saved the baby.

You searched through the rooms on the lower floor before finding one with cribs. No baby was in sight. You paused, hearing fighting and chaos outside. Knowing that you had to move quickly, you hoped for another cry. Just as you were about to dig out your infrared glasses from your pack, there it was again. There was a cry coming from behind some hospital style curtains. You pushed them aside and found what looked like a newborn baby or close to it, abandoned before their life could even start.

You didn’t have much experience with kids, but hoped your time as a babysitter would help somewhat. You had been the babysitter for the family with twins that lived in the apartment complex a few blocks over. They had been cute kids, a boy and a girl, but they weren’t babies. You had been on the job when their apartment was bombed and heard the news afterwards. Even with your connections, you had no luck in finding out what happened to them. You assumed they died alongside their parents and mourned them accordingly. You were never able to bring yourself to watch The Dick Van Dyke Show anymore. It brought back too many memories.

You picked the baby up and cradled her to your chest as she blinked her eyes up at you. Well then, maybe not as newborn as you had supposed. Her eyes had already settled on a color that was close to your own. It was a bit uncanny. You smiled at her, tickling heir stomach as you checked her diaper. You crinkled your nose at the smell. “I see that’s why you’re crying, little one. Let me fix that for you.”

You laid the baby down to change her when her eyes scrunched up and she let out an almighty wail. “Oh my, little one. What strong lungs you have. What about a song? How does that sound, hmm?”

The baby continued to cry and squirm, and you knew this needed to be done quickly as the sounds of fighting had escalated outside and you didn’t want the robots to be alerted to your presence.

You began to sing, “We have been waiting for you. Now you are here. More perfect than I imagined. Our house is now a home. No matter where you go. Sunlight shines on you.” You sang the lullaby again as the baby stopped crying and blinked sleepily.

“There. All done. I’m glad you liked it, though I don’t know if I’m much of a singer. My mother used to sing it to me. You should hear my friend sing. He has such a lovely deep voice and my godson loves it when he sings ‘Baa, Baa, Black Sheep’. I’m sure they’ll both be excited to meet you.”

You smiled down at her and searched the room, finding a baby carrier hidden behind some blankets and formula in the fridge in the next room over. You lifted the baby and put her in the carrier, strapping it to your chest and chatting idly all the while. You noted that she must be around 4 to 5 months old as she supported her own head just fine. You fed her the formula, mopping up her chin, and prepared yourself to go outside. You positioned yourself by the window, gun in hand and infrared glasses in place. There didn’t seem to be any robots in the vicinity at the moment, which meant that it was time to leave and catch up with your squad. You checked the baby one last time and were glad to see that she was still asleep.

You were ready. You stepped outside the orphanage and started to jog in the same direction you were going earlier, doing your best not to jostle the baby. Maybe, you could get through this and get both you and your little charge to safety. Maybe, you would see Helmut again. Then, the street behind you began to splinter and crumble and the ground gave a great lurch. The city had begun to rise from the ground.

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You debated what to do and came up with some semblance of a plan that had at least a 65% success rate. That was not in the least bit promising, but it was better than the 0% chance you had if you stayed here. You needed to get you and your new passenger off the city somehow, and this was the only plan you had thought of so it would have to do.

You had ducked down in an alley that you recognized as not too far from one of your favorite cafes when your phone began to ring. Quickly, you picked it up and answered it with a brief glance at the caller ID. It was Helmut. __________________

“... Even now, you joke, my Q. Even now.”

“Well, Helmut, you know me. Always look on the bright side of life, even when the city is flying and you’re carrying an orphaned baby.”

“A baby, Q?” His tone was disbelieving and you could picture what he would have said if he were here in front of you. “Only you, Q, could get yourself into this mess. For someone so intelligent, you can be kind to the point of stupidity. I admire it as I admire you, but you must not let your compassion come before your safety.”

“Yes, Helmut. A baby. I think I’ll call her Alena. Maybe give her Heike as a middle name. What do you think? Oh, and you’ll be the godparents of course?”

You could hear Helmut let out a heavy breath and the slight hitch in his voice when he answered. “We’d be honored, Q. Heike will be thrilled and Carl will love having a new playmate. They’ll be like brother and sister I’m certain, eating Turkish Delights even when I’ve specifically told them not to.”

You laughed a bit wetly. “That’ll be nice. If we can get out of the city. We have something to look forward to. Cavities galore.”

He laughed and when he spoke his voice was softer than normal. “You’ve always had a soft heart, darling Q. My friend, I told you that your compassion might get you killed one day.” There it was. You knew he wouldn’t be able to resist commenting on what he sometimes thought of as a weakness of yours. You also knew that he wouldn’t have you any other way. He sounded composed over the line, but you knew him well enough to know that he was suppressing everything and trying to hold it back for you to keep your focus on your current situation.

On the other side of the phone, Zemo was glad that he was alone so no one could see their leader fighting to keep his emotions contained. Now was not the time to be showing weakness in front of his squad. They needed him controlled and composed.

You were the only member of his squad that he could be soft with anyway.

“I guess you were right, Boss. I guess you were right. But I’m going to do my best to make sure that today’s not that day.” You paused, holding in a sob. If you weren’t careful and if your plan didn’t succeed, then today would be that day.

Over the course of the conversation, you had been walking as fast as you could, without jostling Alena too much, in the direction of your apartment that was luckily in the center of the city. You dodged more robots, and had the brief thought that whoever had made these things had to be compensating for something.

Why else would they have made so many?

You continued, mustering your nerve as you finally came in sight of your apartment. “I love you, Helmut. You know that, right?”

“I love you too, my Q.” He responded without hesitation.

“You’re the best friend I’ve ever had, Helmut. The absolute best. Give my love to Carl and Heike.”

You had reached your apartment as the robots all began to fly towards the bridge side of the city, leaving the way clear for you. “Goodbye, Helmut Zemo. Use that exploding pen at least once for me, won’t you?”

With that, you ended the call and turned off your earpiece. You wanted to spare him what could be your final moments and selfishly did not want to hear a goodbye from him. It might be cruel of you to not give him the closure you now had, but a goodbye from him felt too final. It meant you would never see him or the little smiles he gave you, when he didn’t think it would be professional to laugh at your little asides during mission briefings, again.

Just the thought of never seeing Helmut smile or hearing him laugh again made your tears fall, which you quickly wiped away before they could hit Alena. You brushed your fingers through her baby fine hair and checked on her. “Still asleep, little one? It’s been a hard day for us and it’s about to get harder, but that’s okay because I have a plan.” Your eyes filled with determination as you walked towards your apartment’s makeshift workshop. You had just the project in mind for this.

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You were unaware that in your squad’s base, Zemo was staring at his phone in horrified disbelief. You had hung up on him, and he was unable to help you from here. He was a powerful man, and this feeling of powerlessness both stunned and devastated him.

He could not save you.

Zemo threw the phone, smashing it against the wall, and screamed your name. Not Q, but your full name, the name he hadn’t called you in years. He received only silence in return. He trashed the room until his hands were bloody and as he fell to the ground, he finally allowed his anguish to break free and sobbed. He had not cried like this in years. The destruction of the room and his tears weren’t enough.

Nothing would ever be enough again.

He did the only thing he could do as he recalled your last words. “I will, my Q. I promise.”

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A/N: I couldn’t help myself with the reference to the Maximoffs. The Sokovian lullaby is the translated version of the one Wanda sings in WandaVision. Please let me know if you would like to be added to the tag list for this series.

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coldflame96 · 4 years ago

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Wrapped up in you

Summary: Sharing a scarf with your girl when you don’t like things around your neck is something that can be so personal..

Rating: T

Also found on AO3 and FF.net

Based off that picture in the very last scene with Kyoru sharing a scarf <3

“Wow!" He heard her gasp. "It's snowing!" But then she furrowed her brow. "But it was so mild this morning."

Neither of them had brought coats with them, but Tohru brought her scarf with the pom poms. She really loved that thing and it was cute.

"Kyo-kun," she grabbed his hand. "Are you cold?"

He didn't think he could ever truly be cold as long as she was around.

But he did shiver a bit. "A little. The temperature really dropped."

"Well here!" She took her scarf off, handing it to him. "Maybe this will help."

He knocked her head gently. "Then you'll get cold, dummy."

"I'll be okay!" She waved her arms. "I don't want you to get sick!"

He could tell this was gonna go nowhere fast. He rolled his eyes fondly and grabbed the scarf. She looked at him expectantly and he got an idea. It was cheesy, but knowing her, she'd probably love it.

He pulled her in closer, wrapping one end of the scarf around her neck, and the other end very loosely around his own.

"There." He said triumphantly, breath visible, "now neither of us have to be cold." He punctuated with a gentle whack with one of the poms and she giggled. He paused and then whacked her again. "Huh, this is kinda fun."

He was met with a whack on his own cheek with his girlfriend grinning impishly. "You're right, it is."

He gently whacked her again, this time pressing the pom right on top of her nose, shaking it as she tried to bat it away.

She tried to do a little twirl but the scarf wasnt quite long enough for that so she just did an awkward twist. The temperature was dropping by a lot and her nose was starting to turn red.

He leaned over to kiss it and she gave a questioning look.

He shrugged. "It looked cold."

She grabbed his hand, peeking at him from under her lashes. "I think my lips are cold too."

Subtle. He cradled her face and kissed her gently. "Better?"

"Still feels pretty cold."

He hummed, kissing her again. It was something he never really got tired of doing. She fisted her hands in his uniform jacket as he just kissed her slowly, careful to keep it chaste.

"Oi, lovebirds," he jumped when he felt a hand slap his back and saw Uotani to his side. She smirked. "When you're done being gross, you might wanna actually head home before you turn into snowmen." She put her arm over her head like a visor. "It's supposed to snow all night."

"Oh really?" Tohru asked. "I had work tonight."

She grunted. "So did I. But I called off. You should too."

She frowned. "I wouldn't wanna trouble them-"

He'd heard enough. "You're not walking to work in a blizzard. If you don't wanna call off, then just have Momiji do it for you. His dad owns the place."

She bit her lip. "I suppose…"

"Momiji Sohma is quite fond of you," Hanajima came out of nowhere. "I would imagine he wouldn't expect you to risk yourself in such weather."

"C'mon, we should go." Uotani said, wrapping an arm around Tohru's neck. "It's already cold and it’s only supposed to get worse."

She relented and he followed behind her closely, the scarf still hanging off his neck.

"Apparently we're supposed to get 15 cm," he heard Uotani say vaguely.

Tohru clapped her hands in excitement. "Really? Wow. We could play in the snow!"

"We could have a snowball fight." And then Uotani smirked. "Betcha I could beat Kyon."

He rolled his eyes. "Don't start a fight you can't finish, Yankee."

She snorted. "Yeah okay. You know your ‘bad boy’ image is ruined with that scarf around your neck."

He shrugged. It wasn't like he had anything to be embarrassed about.

Tohru was talking to Hanajima now about something, her face lit up. He smiled softly. She was happy and that's all he cared about.

The wind was really picking up and everyone in the group did a full-body shudder. It really was getting freezing and the snow was sinking into his clothes uncomfortably. Tohru was trying to hide it, but she was shivering. How did she manage to wear skirts in this kind of weather?

They parted ways with Uotani and Hanajima and no sooner than they rounded the corner, he wrapped his arms around Tohru's waist from behind.

"Are you cold?" He whispered.

She nodded. "Only a little."

He kissed her temple. "C'mon, let's get home."

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By the time they got into the doorway, her teeth were chattering and he rubbed her arms to try and warm her up.

"My, my, my," he heard Shigure say from the kitchen door and he looked up to see him standing there, looking way too amused. "I understand you kids are in love, but there is a time and place."

"Piss off," he snapped. "It's snowing and freezing outside."

"Well, that's why coats exist." He said smugly. "Honestly, Kyo-kun, do you not ever check the weather forecasts?

He was gonna punch this asshole. He felt a light tug on his shirt and he brought his attention back to his currently shivering girlfriend.

"D-do y-you m-m-m-mind if I shower first? I...c-can w-wait if you w-want to."

He pushed her back gently towards the bathroom. "Go shower before you get sick."

"O-okay."

It was once he heard the bathwater running that Shigure turned back to him, smirking. "Nice scarf." He gave him a flat look in response, which he took as a cue to continue talking. "Tsk, tsk, you made a rookie mistake just now."

"What are you talking about?" He asked on impulse, and then came to the conclusion that maybe he shouldn't have.

Shigure's grin only grew wider. "When a beautiful woman you're with is going to the shower, it's only natural you offer to join her."

Kyo grabbed him by the collar, growling, "Don’t talk about her like that, you fucking creep. I’ll kill you!”

"Scary~" And then something else seemed to come to him. "Where's Yuki-kun? Don't tell me you left him out there."

"How should I know? He was never even with us."

And that was when the phone rang. Shigure waved, saying "I'll let you handle that” and then went back to his own room, hopefully to die.

He scoffed. He didn't usually answer the phone but he had a good idea who it was.

"Hello?" He sighed out.

"Kyo?" Yuki's voice came through the speaker. He sounded surprised, which was fair.

"Yeah?"

"Where’s Honda-san?"

"In the shower.

"I see. when she gets out, tell her not to save me any dinner. The weather's getting bad so I went home with Kakeru."

"Fine. That it?"

"Yeah."

"Great. See ya."

"Wait."

"What?"

"You and Honda-san are alone...don't do anything stupid."

His face heated up. "Shigure's here, you jackass." He gritted. And probably eavesdropping. "And that's none of your business."

"Oh, he's actually home?"

"Yeah."

"My condolences."

"Whatever. Anything else?"

"No. You can hang up now."

And he was about to do just that but something paused him. "Oi."

"What?"

"You too," he mumbled through gritted teeth because he really didn't wanna think about Yuki doing anything like that. "Don’t do anything stupid."

A pause and then a "Thanks" before the line went dead.

"Oh, was that Yuki-kun?" He heard Tohru behind him, her skin flushed from the steam and her hair still damp. “Is he alright?”

He grunted in affirmation, trying not to look at how a stray water droplet ran down her neck. "He's fine. He's at Manabe's, so don't wait up for him on dinner."

She made to hug him, but then reeled back. "Kyo-kun, you need to get out of those wet clothes! You'll get sick."

If it were just them, he would suggest she help him with that, but Shigure was here and he was not gonna give him the satisfaction of that.

He patted her head. "I'm going."

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Without work to go to, her and Kyo-kun took the night in. She had already changed into her sleepwear (which consisted of one of his shirts that was way too big on her and a pair of flannel pants).

He had changed too, in a loose long-sleeve and a pair of sweatpants.

With Shigure-san here, they couldn't exactly do anything more than kiss, so they'd just ended up watching a movie.

He'd fallen asleep halfway through and was currently clinging to her, head on her chest.

She could really admire him without being questioned when he was asleep, how his nose wasn’t set completely straight, the smattering of light freckles on the bridge that were more pronounced in the summer.

She lightly stroked his strong jawline and his arms tightened around her waist.

She smiled to herself. He was such a cute sleeper. She lightly threaded her fingers through his fiery hair, noting how it curled around his ears now.

It's getting so long..

She heard her phone vibrate from the nightstand and strained to reach it without disturbing her sleeping boyfriend.

She saw the message was from Uo-chan and then shot up in alarm at the attachment.

She heard a light groan and saw Kyo-kun blearily blinking his eyes open and she felt a little guilty.

"Wha's goin' on?" He mumbled.

"Uo-chan just sent me something."

He hummed. "'Splains why you woke me up."

She was pretty sure he was being sarcastic based off the grumpy look on his face but paired with the messy hair, it didn't have much of an effect.

"Look at this." She shoved the phone under his nose and watched him squint as he put his own hand over hers.

It was a picture of them, sharing the scarf with snow falling around them. Neither of them were looking at the camera but she was chatting with Hana-chan, though the angle of the photo cut her poor friend off, and Kyo-kun just watched her, looking content.

He normally hated getting pictures taken so it was rare to see him so relaxed in one.

"Was this from today?" He asked.

"Yep! Uo-chan took it." Then she cocked her head. "I wonder how she managed to do it without us noticing."

He stretched, his shirt riding above his waist, which she attempted to steadfastly ignore for her own sanity.

"Probably because I wasn't looking at her."

He always said things like that so easily and it was a marvel each time.

"I know you hate pictures," she started hesitantly, "but do you mind if I keep this one?"

"I don't mind pictures," he said softly. "Not with you, anyway."

She blushed, smiling to herself. "Right." She put one foot down on the carpet. "I'll go ask Shigure-san if I can borrow his printer."

A warm hand grabbed her wrist. "Do it tomorrow," he said. "It's late." And then he slumped on top of her. "I want my pillow back."

He was actually pouting and it was quite possibly one of the most adorable things she’d ever seen.

She just stared at the picture of them, smiling softly, Kyo-kun’s chin on her shoulder.

"You look cute," he murmured.

"I look the same as always, don't I?"

"Yeah."

He was warm. Like a steady heater on her back. It made her feel sleepy.

At some point, she’d been gently coaxed on her back again, eyes heavy and her boyfriend a comforting weight on her chest. She managed to text Uo-chan a 'Thank you' through bleary eyes before letting sleep take her.

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The next day, she bought a frame and added the picture to her shelf next to her mother and Kyo-kun’s beads.

“You’re such a sap,” he’d said when he walked in and saw it.

But he couldn’t hide how his eyes kept softening when they landed on it.

Not from her.

#kyoru #fruits basket #kyo sohma #tohru honda

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juke | human au | title: fearless // taylor swift

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As they were walking up the front lawn of her childhood home, nerves wrecked her body. Even her hand, snug in Luke's, felt clammy and sweaty and suffocating. God, this was such a mistake — going home, not him. He didn't even realise what he had gotten himself into by falling for the youngest darling of the matriarch.

Or rather, she shouldn't have fallen head over heels for the swoon-worthy Luke Patterson, but she never really stood a chance.

But everything had happened so fast! One second banter easily flowed between them, warm and easy flirtatiousness without consequences, the next she was at IKEA helping him pick out a bookshelf while he somehow knew whenever she needed pizza and a good cuddle. They were very much in a committed relationship, something the Molina women very much frowned upon.

It wasn't as if they were all deeply scared of love and relationships, but the Molina family was a matriarchy. All women raised families on their own, no man to help. Divorced, cheated on, died, a donor, infertile and therefore adopting children — men were of zero priority.

So, coming home with her boyfriend whom she deeply loved? Definitely a risk. She was surprised he was still standing, that she hadn't scared him enough yet.

Spinning on her heels in front of the door, she shot him an anxious smile. "Are you... sure you wanna do this? We're, like, really intense."

Luke smiled, tender. "Do I wanna meet the family of my girlfriend? 'Course I do." When her expression didn't change, he added, "Jules, just 'cause they all did the 'no guy' thing, doesn't mean you have to follow that, right? And I'm not scared."

Oh, God. His courage was as admirable as it was stupid.

She chuckled, antsy. "You haven't met my mom though."

His smile widened as he dipped down to kiss her, gently, hands caressing her cheeks. For a moment, stress fled her system.

But then the door flew open.

"There you are!" Mom exclaimed, a glass of red wine in one hand and music booming over her shoulder. "And is this the boy toy?"

"Mom!" Julie grumbled, embarrassed to be caught kissing (God, she's twenty-three!) as well as putting Luke in a bad position.

First impression of him: seeing him kiss her beloved daughter on the doorstep. Great.

"Hi," Luke said, dazzling her with a smile while he stuck his hand out. "I'm Luke. And I'm, uh, older? So..."

"Meh," Rose trailed, lamely shaking his hand. "Still a boy toy. Anyway, come in! Food's warm!"

Following her mom inside, Luke shot her a strange look, like it was only registering now all her tall tales were, well, true. Shrugging with a sheepish grin, she placed their shoes and jackets in the wall closet and then made the agonising trek to the loud, jumbled chatter.

As expected, all the California-based Molina women were present. Which meant ten, including her, all staring at Luke like he was a weird specimen. Her hand squeezed his beneath the table in support, and he was finally squeezing back just as tightly.

Was it bad she felt some sick pleasure he understood how fucked he was? Probably. It seemed warranted.

When everyone had their plates filled, the interrogation began.

"So, Luke, how old are you?" Victoria asked.

"Twenty-five."

"Going around town with a twenty-three year old?" She sniffed. "Interesting..."

"Do you have any siblings?" Donna inquiried.

A wry grin ticked up his lips, sensing the irony of the situation. "I, uh, I'm an only child, actually. Mostly raised by my dad, 'cause my mom worked long hours."

Shoving a fork of meatloaf in her mouth, Julie withheld a guttural wince at his words. Luke Patterson was the poster child of everything the Molina's didn't like and she brought him in their cave.

"What do you do for a living?" Abuela croaked, peering intensely.

His smile didn't falter, but instead widened. "I'm in a band, but I also bartend a couple of nights a week."

"A band, huh?" Mom leaned forward, intrigued. "Has Julie told you I used to be in a band?"

"How can I not, mom?" Rolling her eyes, Julie added, "You'd tell him anyway..."

"I was in The Petal Pushers, the best protest punk-rock feminist group of the 90s." Her fist punched in the air as she spoke and Julie could imagine the fingerless leather gloves and purple streaks as she did. "What kinda... band do you have?"

Her endearing Luke didn't read the warning signs humble himself, so he enthusiastically perched himself at the end of his chair as he said, "Punk-rock too, actually! Yeah, we're really killing it right now at all the clubs."

She smirked. "I'm sure you do."

"What are your plans with Julie?" Elena asked, one of her cousins.

Both her and Luke froze at that. Shit. That... was not something they've discussed. A relationship of seven months was still pretty fresh, not ready for a confrontational talk about futures and plans.

He scraped his throat, briefly let his gaze flicker to her, and then uttered, "I'm, uh, a one day at a time kinda guy."

Julie cringed, not hiding it this time. To her, it was an alright, albeit lame answer. But to her family? Horrible. So, so horrible. Gah, she had to put an end to this!

Abuela scoffed, nearly choking on her hard seltzer. "One day? At a time? What is this, the 70s? My little girl deserves more than carpe diem!"

Mimi hissed. "Wrong, wrong answer, boy toy."

The questions kept shooting at lightning speed, each one more outrageous than the other, while Julie's grip on her fork tightened and tightened in anger.

"How many times a week do you shower?"

"What's your least favourite colour?"

"Do you pick up women? Is that how you make extra money?"

"What's your view on children?"

"Can you handle spice?"

"How did you even find our darling, huh? Did you lure her into that bar of yours?"

"Is Luke short for Lukas, or Lucrative?"

"Alright, enough!" Julie screamed, standing up with a stomp of the foot.

A hush crossed the table, aghast and surprised, her mother perpetually amused as always (too many in drugs in the 90s, she presumed) while Abuela feigned to be sleeping. 'Resting her eyes' would likely be the excuse.

"This is insane! Stop acting like this and start treating Luke with a little respect!"

From the corner of her eye, she vaguely noted he was staring at her, gobsmacked. He did well, given the circumstances, but she couldn't just idly sit there and let him take all this shit.

Mom puffed, leaning back in her chair. "We haven't been disrespectful, Julie."

"You have, mom! Can't I just have a boyfriend without—"

"We've invited him," she interrupted. "That's enough of a courtesy."

And before Julie could fire back, furious beyond belief, Rose added, "You know how the Molina cookie crumbles, honey. No men stay. Not for long, anyway."

That smug response made her explode. "Mom! Can you just for once—?!"

"I love her though," Luke quipped, shy.

The fight halted instantly, all ten women gawking at him like he just spoke a new language.

And he did, to Julie at least. Luke loved her? Even after all of this? She obviously knew he wasn't impartial to her, those seven months equalling tenderness and partnership like nothing she's ever experienced before, but... love? He was in love with her?

How could she abide by the 'Molina Women Rule!' rules when he confessed that, no hesitation or stutter heard?

And so, Julie's heart melted. "You love me?"

"Of course, I do," he whispered. "Why else would I be here?"

Elena nodded, sympathetic. "Good point."

Unable to stop her smile from becoming a dazzling, lovesick beam, she repeated his words with as much conviction as she could muster. "I love you too, Luke."

Abuela shot up from her sleep with a cough and a snicker. "Yeah, right."

Mom waved her glass around, congratulating them. For the first time tonight, her tone held kindness instead of poorly veiled contempt. "That's very sweet, Luke. Tell me in seven more months how you're feeling then."

Though Julie couldn't expect her to suddenly change her ways. Damn.

Mimi scowled. "We're letting 'I'm a one day at a time kinda guy' slide?"

Disgruntled chatter rose again, and that was her cue to go. Tapping Luke's shoulder, she mouthed home — something she hadn't done before and wasn't sure which apartment she meant either, but it left flutters in her chest regardless — and he nodded in understanding.

Oh, God. He loved her. That still hadn't set in.

"And if you'll excuse us, me and Luke are going," Julie continued. "Thanks for dinner, mom."

The woman laughed, baring all her teeth. She clearly had a fun time. "See you at Victoria's birthday, mi amor. And Luke? Who knows!"

He forced a chuckle at her remark. Awkwardly bouncing on his heels, he waved at all the ladies. "It was really cool to meet you all. Now– now I know why Julie's so incredible. So... thanks." A true smile appeared. "This was great."

No one said anything after that. Abuela gurgled her drink and her cousins prodded at their leftovers, mom peering at her like she was trying to find something. Sometimes, Julie and Rose were so alike, and other times, they were complete strangers. She liked that. It kept dinners like these exciting, she supposed. Mom seemed to think the same.

They bid goodbye one last time with a kiss on the cheek, and then they hurried out the door. A giggling breath left as the cool wind hit her skin. Luke was buzzing with adrenaline, unable to keep his limbs still.

Clambering in her car, the comforting quietude wrapped around them as the doors slammed shut. A beat passed. No one spoke.

"What the fuck," he whispered, horrified. "What the fuck. What the fuck did just happen? What the fuck—"

Julie squealed. "You love me!"

"That's what you got from that?!"

"Of course!" Her arms curled around him, teasing. "You love me!"

"That shouldn't be the most surprising thing tonight, Jules," he grumbled, though a playful shimmer sparked within his beautiful eyes. "I thought I was, y'know, obvious."

She shrugged, bashful. "It's always nice to hear, no?"

"Oh, man," he sighed, eyes flickering across her face as though he couldn't decide what to focus on, as though she was indescribably stunning. Her heart swelled tenfold at the thought. "I love you, Julie. So fucking much. Even with your crazy family."

Laughing, she reached forward and kissed his lips, fingers pressing in his neck and their silly grins preventing them from deepening the warm touch.

"Let's go," he mumbled, noses nudging, eyes hooded and pouring with the love she somehow hadn't noticed before. "Before they're ready for round two."

But before he could move away, she kissed him again, better this time, and cherished his sigh when they slowly seperated.

"I love you too," she whispered. "Like, a lot."

He grinned, breathless. "Good to know."

Victoria's birthday was four months later, and Luke attended as well. And also for Mimi and Elena and mom and Abuela and Donna and every other Molina member. And when Julie got surprised with a 24th birthday party, she figured out Luke and mom combined their powers to host it.

Molina women were independant and lived life by their own rules... which included Julie.

Loving Luke Patterson unconditionally probably made her the most unique Molina of all.

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#juke #jatp fanfiction #julie and the phantoms #otp: i think we make each other better #how niche can I go?? *spins the wheel*

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