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1l-ynn · 7 months ago

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Want You So Bad

Megumi Fushiguro x Reader

1.4k words // use of y/n // mutual pining-ish

a/n: this is very long and WILL HAVE a part 2. i realized that i kinda didnt focus on the romance of this like at all... EEK I am open to any feedback!! please tell me if there's anything i need to fix

part two

"No ones asked you? For real?" Nobaras brows pinched in confusion as she stabbed at the peices of lettuce in her bowl. Homecoming was just around the corner, and although you didn't care to go, seeing all your friends get asked out left and right left a bad taste in your mouth.

It seemed like everyone and their moms were getting asked out. Of course the cutest couple, Kirara and Hakari were going together no questions asked. Maki had asked Yuta an hour before lunch. Toge and Panda were going just to cause chaos, and having no one else, Nobara and Yuji decided to go together.

"Yes for real. What did you expect?" You scrunched your face, huffing as you sipped on your strawberry milk. Your style was admittedly different from your group of friends, their light colors and fast fashion seemed to clash with your velvety style. Not even the school uniform could conceal your preference for darker clothes. Maybe thats what scared others off.

"Well you can always go with Yuji and I, I doubt Megumis coming." She drops her fork, wiping her mouth and dusting her hands off. The lunch period was coming to an end. And as she rises from the table, bringing her tray with her, she finishes her statement. "Not unless Yuji successfully forces him."

Megumi had the right idea. Who'd wanna go to an event where high school students get together in a stuffy gym room with their tacky decorations and overplayed pop music? Or better yet, where the girls are practically breaking their ankles from their heels and the guys are sweating bullets into the cheap fabric of their suits.

"Then what's the point of even going?" You say, trying to match her walking pace. You and Megumi weren't close, but that didn't stop the fuzziness you felt anytime he was near.

Though you're sure he doesn't look your way.

It was practically common sense that Megumi wouldn't be joining you guys, he was more of a home body. There's been countless times where you went to hang out with the group and he was no where to be seen. But that's okay, his isolation only made you wanna learn more about what was under those brooding expressions and the walls he kept up so high.

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"You're fucking lucky." The dark haired boy grumbled, he looked rather sharp this evening. Too sharp. He was originally planning on pulling an all nighter. Playing valorant until his eyes bled or until Tsumiki had enough of the string of obscenities he would scream at the TV each time he died.

But no, here he was being Yuji and Nobaras personal driver. He's lucky for Gojo, without him Megumi would look a hot mess. He was dressed in a dark gray button up paired with black slacks. His hair was unruly and had no plan to tame itself, and his cologne had this trace of woody scent.

"C'mon Megs- it'll be fun!" Yuji said enthusiastically, though it didn't take a scientist to realize that was bullshit. Megumi knew that he was really there to drive them from homecoming to some after party. "Plus! Y/n's coming, aren't you excited?"

Thats what got him. It was the best manipulation tactic ever, and Yuji knew it. Although he would kill to go back home, get in some sweats and play Valorant, nothing beat the rush of excitement he got thinking about how nice you would look. Granted you always looked nice, your style was always something that interested him.

Your eerie color scheme appealed to others, but Megumi wanted to be the one to uncover those secrets you hid behind those drappy sleeves. Though its not like you guys were close, he was fine wondering why you were thinking behind those perfectly blended smoky eyes.

"Who knows maybe something'll happen tonight?"

"Yeah right, this is so dumb." Megumi ran a hand through his hair. "She's probably gonna latch onto Nobara."

"Okay yeah but- its worth a shot right?" Yuji gives Megumi a sheepish smile that he only rolls his eyes at. He huffs as he pulls out of the driveway and on to Nobaras.

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"I don't know..." You stood in front of Nobaras full body mirror. Looking at the dress you guys rushed to buy a few days ago. It was complete luck you got such a beautiful dress, completely your style. The fabric was made of black lace, its corset was tight and form fitting, and the neckline hung a little lower against your chest.

Nobara and Maki give eachother a pointed look before looking back at you. Could you see yourself right now? "Girl what are you talking about? There's nothing wrong." Maki says as she touches up her lipstick. She looks up at you with an incredibly deep scowl. You silently cursed yourself for being the reason for Makis sour face.

Maki set down her red lipstick, it went perfectly with the green pattern of her dress. It was a simple style, the only thing about it was the cut in the skirt. Nonetheless she looked perfect. Yuta would think so aswell.

"Yeah, you look fine.." Nobara pauses before looking at you cheekily, a smirk painting its way onto her face. "You look fine."

She was in a satin red dress with an asymmetrical skirt. Her black heels were practically toothpicks, it was insane how she was keeping herself upright.

You roll your eyes, continuing to pick yourself apart. "Doesn't something look off?" Maybe it was because your hair pins were poking into your head and you were sure it was gonna give you a headache. Or maybe it was the fact that your makeup was a lot lighter than usual.

"Look, you look great. Those guys are gonna wish they were got their grabs, okay?" She hugs you from behind, pouting a bit before starts speaking. "Y'know-"

"KUGISAKI. The boys are down here." Her grandmother called from downstairs.

The boys..? Wasnt it just supposed to be Yuji?

"Finally." Maki grumbled, grabbing her hand purse and walking out the door.

"Wait, what does she mean boys-?" Your question goes unanswered as she unlatches from your back, grabbing her purse and making her way out the door.

Her head pops in for a second. "You look fucking hot, okay?" The brunette gives you one last smirk before saying "Megumi will think so, now let's go."

"Wait- what?!"

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"They've been up there all evening. I don't even think they got any food..." Nobaras grandma says as she wraps up the last of her Onigiri. Placing them into a small bag before handing it to Yuji. His fat ass already digging in. "Take these so you guys don't starve."

Megumi's face immediately pulls into a scowl, as he raises a hand to smack Yuji with. Earning a yelp from the pink haired boy. "Thank you Ma'am. Thats very generous of you."

"Ehh..Don't mention it." She waves her hand, beginning to clean the kitchen. Just in time for the girls to start walking down. First Maki, then Nobara and lastly y/n..

Y/n...?

"Oh would you c'mon already?!" Nobara throws her head back in exasperation. She looked up at the stairs with an expectant glance. "God so help me-"

Megumis adams apple bobbed in his throat, holding that same expecting glance. He was silently preparing himself for your arrival. His brain filling with possibilities of what you could be wearing.

"Get down here before we drag you down." Maki was already starting to stomp up the stairs.

"Okay- okay I'm coming.." You slowly walk down steps, Your hands clutching onto your long skirt so it wouldn't get caught under your heel.

Megumi's breath hitched- There you were in all your glory. Your dress was perfect. The corset fit snugly on your waist. Like it was tailored to your form, or better yet a second skin. It continued to hug you down to your knees showing off the cute divots where your hips were. Your sleeves went down in that same fashion, draping down your forearm. And to top it all off your neckline rested just a bit lower than your collarbones.

Megumi practically had hearts for eyes, watching you look around nervously. Your makeup was simpler than usual but that didn't take away from the look overall. He was stuck in that daze until you both locked eyes.

"Finally. Now let's go take pictures!"

part two

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blueberrymocha · 10 months ago

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killua alphabet

A: how affectionate are they?

✰ he's not affectionate. he's not very used to it obviously, growing up how he did. it'd probably fluster him a lot too, so it'd take a lot of time before he showed you much affection.

B: would they break up with their partner?

✰ i don't think so. he's pretty commutative with you so if you were having troubles, he'd prefer to talk it out over ending things.

✰ if he were to though, he's the type not to tell you in person, leaving a note or message.

C: what is cuddling like with them?

✰ he's not picky, sometimes he could be sprawled across you while other times you'll be spooning him. if you asked him, he wouldn't turn it down but he himself rarely initiates, so you'd probably only cuddle at night or if you weren't feeling well.

D: what do your dates look like?

✰ mostly doing activities together. he'd prefer you're not just sitting around since you already have plenty time to do that. some of his favorites would be skateboarding, training/sparring, arcade, and surfing.

E: do they have a lot of energy?

✰ definitely not. he's super laidback and chill, but he'd love a partner who balanced him out by being wild and energized.

F: who made the first move?

✰ you did. it definitely seemed like a one sided crush for you, so you never intended to tell him. but once while you were having an fight, it slipped out and he was like :0 "you too?"

G: what kind of gifts do they give you?

✰ he'd be so greedy when it came to anyone else, but with you he always shares. so instead of buying you a ton of gifts, he gives you bites of his food or lets you borrow his clothing.

✰ when he does buy a gift though, it's not cheap at all. he has a good balance of thoughtful and expensive, so it'll probably be something you like to use often, such as perfume in your favorite scent.

H: would they have any habits?

✰ staying up late/pulling all-nighters. he just doesn't sleep for some reason. you can pull him into bed, but a good quarter of the time he'll just stay awake.

I: how often do they say "i love you"?

✰ he's a little too embarrassed to say it to your face, so he'll tell you when you're sleeping or on call. so while technically quite often, the only time you'd hear it is on special occasions like your birthday.

J: what's it like when they're jealous?

✰ he's super cold and rude to the person he's jealous of. he might also get snappy with you. if it goes on for too long he'll find some excuse and end the exchange himself.

✰ he'd definitely be in a bad mood the rest of the day unless you pulled him to the side and talked about it. once you reassure him that you don't care for the other person, his whole demeanor changes and he completely denies ever being jealous.

K: how do they feel about kids?

✰ he's too young to have given it much thought. not to mention while growing up, he'd never expected to love someone enough to start a family anyway.

✰ if you did decide to have children, he wants a daughter so bad. he literally radiates girl dad energy.

L: how loyal are they?

✰ fully committed to you. there's just no chance this boy would ever leave you, especially not for someone else.

M: what are mornings like with them?

✰ he's very soft in the morning, much lower energy than during the day. you'd probably wake up to him with an arm around you while he talks about any plans today. once you're fully awake, he'd be back to his usual self, asking what you want to do for breakfast.

N: what nicknames do they call you?

✰ nothing romantic. he'd use an inside joke and never let you live it down. he's too much of a tsundere to actually be nice 💀

O: how observant are they?

✰ he's pretty observant, but he also has a habit of reading into things too much or doubting himself. if he noticed something going on with you, like you're in a bad mood and keep complaining about cramps, he'd assume it's your period but would shy away from confirming it incase he jumped to conclusions.

P: how do they feel about pda?

✰ not for him. even if you like it, he still wouldn't want to. he just doesn't want to be that couple who's all over eachother in public.

Q: how quick do they fall in love?

✰ it takes a while. people don't grow on him fast to begin with, and you're his first love so it's also an unfamiliar feeling. once he does realize his love, he'd probably deny or ignore it.

R: how romantic would they be?

✰ not at all in your day to day life. on anniversaries and birthdays though, he'd plan things out and be much more confident.

✰ i see him as a rose petals leading you to the box of gourmet chocolates with a pretty card and teddy bear before taking you to your favorite restaurant on valentine's day type of guy.

✰ but again he's only like that when he has time to prepare. otherwise, he’s so unromantic it’s as if you’re just friends…

S: what would they smell like?

✰ he doesn't have a strong scent. you probably wouldn't smell anything unless he'd just put on cologne or whatever. speaking of, i see him enjoying sweet scents, he's big on vanilla.

T: how do they show they trust you?

✰ when he lets you show him physical affection. he wouldn't lay in the lap of anyone else, so if he's reciprocative to your touch, he trusts you a lot.

U: how understanding are they?

✰ he can be unintentionally apathetic and too honest sometimes, but if you need grace he'll always hear you out. and while he might not understand, he's there for you the best he can be.

V: how vulnerable are they with you?

✰ he's never vulnerable unless he has a nightmare. he mostly wants to move on from the past, so he wouldn't talk about what happened during his childhood a lot.

✰ when he does talk, he really doesn't know how to say things, so it's more of a rambling. he'd be so thankful if you'd just wrap your arms around him while he finds the right words.

W: whole, do they feel incomplete without you?

✰ for sure. the two of you are joined at the hip, he’ll want to do everything with you. if you ever have to be apart, he’ll still try and keep contact. in cases where it’s not possible, he’d be very irritable the whole time.

✰ he gets used to your presence surprisingly easily, so its like he’s missing something whenever you’re gone.

X: whats an xtra headcanon?

✰ his hair is super fluffy. i feel like mito might've said something like that in 1999, so if she did i totally agree.

Y: how many years would they wait to propose?

✰ he'd ideally wait until your mid twenties. he doesn't see a rush to get married and wants the two of you to enjoy the dating stage. if you happen to be adamant about marrying young, he’ll propose a lot quicker, after all, your happiness comes first.

Z: zzz, who falls asleep first?

✰ you, no question.

#hxh x reader #hxh hcs #hxh headcanons #hxh imagines #killua x reader #hxh killua

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seasidefae · 6 months ago

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daylight (and other magical phenomenons) oscar/carlos | 1.8k words

Oscar was at the library, casting a spell on the copy of Spellman’s Syllabary to levitate back to the shelf where he got it, when he felt a wisp of magic behind him.

It’s funny. There is magic around the Hogwarts Library that nobody really notices unless you really look for it. A shield pulsing strongly around the Restricted Section is different from the gentle vibrations of the newly returned books by students floating around the floor, looking for its home.

This one is different. Stronger but more pleasant. Lighter. It leaves a trail of light blue, a tinkling bell echoing with it. The magic coats the area with happy feelings that immediately eases Oscar’s initial weariness from pulling yet another all-nighter.

They finally discussed Patronus charms in D.A.D.A. class a couple of days ago. Professor Hamilton told them the basics of the spell, as some sort of preview for next week’s full lesson. In just one quick Expecto Patronum, out comes a snow leopard from the Professor’s wand.

There were a few demonstrations, like Max with his lion that upset the actual Gryffindors, George and the horse he swore looked like the one he had back home, and Franco conjured a falcon.

The others tried in class and tried again in their free period. Oscar sat at The Quad while his friends tried to conjure, at the very least, a ball of light to ward off potential dementors. George tried to help, but the Ravenclaw’s clipped replies didn’t really do much.

Oscar didn’t want to try in front of them. Besides, he and Lando had some homework to catch up on.

The corporeal patronus in the library ran in circles, its mouth open and laughing. Oscar knows whose this Wirehaired Pointer was. It was the thin and tall dog that bounded over the lake in between Sparrow Hall and Wren Manor, and greeted Oscar with a happy bark from way across it every time they met.

That bark was usually followed with a snarky remark from his owner, which would then begin a spar of some kind. A back and forth of insults about the other’s flying skills and horrible taste in Quidditch teams. They were never serious enough to hurt, really. Oscar had a good laugh every time Carlos’ nose scrunched in that displeased, disgusted way. Carlos seemed to have his fun, too, when Oscar stared at him deadpan. It was the highlight of those first few summers Oscar had spent here.

Patronus Piñon stopped at Oscar’s feet like it was waiting for a good petting. Oscar laughed to himself. Whatever it was, Carlos still did it.

The dog barked once before Carlos’ voice overtook it.

Impressed? I even got an eighth year to teach me a few tricks to do with it, like send it to you with voice message. ¿Que? Oh, Max says hello. Unless this isn’t Oscar Piastri, Mr Slytherin Prefect, then fuck off and stop listening. If you are, then HA! I did it first, vida. I can teach you tomorrow morning before our morning ride.

And then Max’s voice interrupted him, It’s literally as simple as thinking of your happiest moment. That is lesson one and done. Just ask him to sneak into the tower to make out like a norma—OW FUCK!

After a quick spin and a jump, the patronus evaporates, leaving glowing particles that disappear before they hit the wooden floors.

Oscar did his rounds that night, thinking of morning and a surprise disruption from their usual morning broom ride. They were both going to be Quidditch captains next year; extra training wouldn’t hurt.

When morning finally came, and he was the first one in their room of four to rise, he washed in haste and changed into a nondescript grey sweater and pants, briskly walked back to his desk to grab a few papers, and ran to the main door of the dungeon. He almost collided with Carlos in the hallway.

A smiley Carlos was a sight for sore eyes in the morning. Oscar pushed him gently, more so to stop himself from kissing him than anything.

“Are you ready for your patronus lesson?” Carlos said. He had a satchel with him, white like his hoodie, and he hitched it up on his shoulders as they walked.

“That depends. Do I get to beat your record first?”

“Would we have time before Charms? This lesson might take hours with you.”

“Oh, fuck off,” Oscar chuckled, punching Carlos lightly on the arm. “I bet I can think of a happier memory than yours. What is it, anyway?”

Carlos’ laugh reverberated against the stone walls of the stairwell.

“Think of something nice and we will work from there.”

“Something nice.” Deadpan must be Carlos’ favourite brand of Oscar. “Like chocolate?”

“Just think, Oscar.”

This could be one, Oscar thought, as the first splashes of dawn cast an orange glow around the Quidditch pitch. Carlos, dead centre on the field, his broom and satchel discarded on the grass beside him and his wand at his side. Carlos worked with his wand in a cool, almost detached demeanour, like the pureblood didn’t need it. Oscar knew Carlos practised wandless magic with Professor Alonso on weekends. But even the most powerful wizard needed a wand to cast a patronus.

“Focus and think of nothing else. Do not get distracted,” Carlos said, pointing his wand at Oscar.

“I’ll try,” Oscar quipped, winking and failing.

“Shh. Behave,” said Carlos in between huffs of laughter. “Bueno. I will give it a go now.”

Patronus Piñon returns briefly, running and jumping around again. Carlos howled and cheered, reaching for Piñon before realising what he was doing, and retracted his hand. It was magical. Oscar still marvelled at all displays of magic but he liked seeing Carlos excel at it, satisfaction obvious in the way Carlos cheered every time any spell worked.

The patronus looked different in the daylight. It glowed golden, not blue, like it reflected the light the sun offered. Piñon bounded towards Oscar like the real one would by the lake or that first time Oscar finally tore the invisible barriers of Wren Manor down and was invited inside.

Carlos then nodded at Oscar, as Piñon disappeared into the sun, signalling his turn.

He tried to think about the first time Oscar stepped into Carlos’ house. Christmas, 4th year. Carlos’ mum Reyes offered him seconds and his sisters were there on their break, too, from Beauxbatons. He tried to ignore the dark side of that memory, of the snide remarks from their other relatives, questioning how a muggleborn wormed (ha) its way to Slytherin house.

Oscar said the incantation, willing it to be enough. A trail of gold flowed out of the tip of his wand, but that was it. He sighed, expecting Carlos to tut and tease.

“Good try. Do it again,” Carlos said instead.

That gentle smile could make Oscar move mountains for him.

So, he thought of another memory. The first time Mark brought him to Diagon Alley, getting his first wand, and the train ride to the castle. But then the sorting hat ceremony followed that, the isolation from the other Slytherins because of his status, and how he didn’t have any real friends until 1st year Charms when Lando had asked for his help on a spell and by lunch time he had one Slytherin friend, a handful of Hufflepuffs, Ravenclaws, and even a few Gryffindors at his side. That included Carlos, who had initially ignored Oscar that whole first week of classes.

Oscar felt a hand wrapping around his knuckles. He felt another easing his shoulders down.

“It doesn’t have to be perfect. It doesn’t have to be real, really, but it needs to be positive. And you shouldn’t feel ashamed of it.”

So close to his ear. So gentle, like the breeze.

“Now it looks like you’re teaching me archery,” Oscar whispered back.

Carlos dropped his hands, but the warm feeling they left behind stayed with him.

“It looks like you are preparing for a battle. You are not fighting anyone here.”

Oscar dropped his arm to the side and turned to ask, “So what did you think about?”

“It doesn’t matter,” Carlos replied as quickly as a snitch would be passing in front of him.

But Oscar’s a seeker, in every which way. “If it helped you do what some think is impossible, then yes, it matters, Carlos.”

Carlos glanced away, following a singular cloud at the sky. He heaved a heavy breath, sighed, and—

They were standing so close, Oscar could count Carlos’ eyelashes and knew he would lose count at a hundred. He moved away, not so far, but enough to give them space. It gave Oscar a minute to breathe.

But Carlos pulled him back in, closed the distance with a kiss that tasted of mint and Carlos, a familiar taste, and told him against his lips, “What’s nice is the thought of you, right now. That I get to have the privilege of being your friend, and more, and staying by your side. That’s what I think about.”

His heart pounded but he had never felt more at ease as soon as Carlos squeezed Oscar’s neck.

Words failed Oscar a lot of the time, so he did what he does best.

He swished his wand, thinking of winning the final Quidditch game last year against Gryffindor and seeing Carlos wearing Oscar’s green scarf in the viewing area where most of the Ravenclaws are wearing green in support of them. He thought of faintly hearing Carlos cheer for him as if he was using a sonorous charm, but he knew it was all in his head and his heart swelled with it anyway.

“Expecto patronum,” Oscar said with confidence and out of his wand, following a trail of gold, came an Ocicat.

Oh.

They blinked at each other.

Huh.

It sat there, polite, waiting. The patronus cat glanced between Oscar and Carlos before moving towards the Ravenclaw, purring between Carlos’ legs.

“Jesus Christ,” Oscar grumbled, pleased and disgruntled at the same time. He found his inner companion, his given light in the dark, and it’s a freaking cat.

Carlos was so pleased. If he could pick the cat up and cuddle with it, he would.

“Oscar! It’s just like you,” he cooed.

“No, she isn’t.”

“She is a she? Perhaps you know that best, of course.” Carlos dropped the teasing when the cat disappeared and so did Oscar’s initial excitement at having done something. “It was incredible, vida.”

“I guess it was,” Oscar admitted, scrunching his nose. He searched himself and found that: yes, he felt good. “I mean, it wasn’t a snow leopard.”

Carlos grinned, running to get his broom. “No, but you can still prove you are just as fast as one,” he called, just as Oscar caught up and grabbed his own.

#carcar #5581 #formula 1 rpf #formula 1 rpf fic #happy late halloween?#it’s not really scary #fae writes

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hoe-days · 1 month ago

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SINCE YOU MENTION XENOSTAN

I read a fic once where senku’s gf was sent in to (scientifically) seduce xeno AND IT WORKED and he and Stanley were both like “damn” when it turned out she was dating senku and honestly what a polycule to imagine am I right or am I right

Anyways I’d love to hear a handful of your bf/husband hcs of anyone on your mind(I’m a senku stan and a VERY RELUCTANT ryusui stan personally 😭)

Love you, mwah mwah, -🐌

Bye😭Xeno would love adding a smart s/o to the mix. Stanley wouldn’t know what to do with not one but two of them. S/O would have to be slightly less insane than Xeno though or it may get too out of hand. Stanley just follows them around for the most part and watches what they do until he’s needed to do something. Pre petrification S/O would keep Xeno company while Stan is deployed, they’d both be working ofc, but S/O would keep Xeno from overworking and driving himself more insane.

S/O is more likely to work less when Stan is home. If they work with Xeno he’ll pick up their work (and complain about it, but doesn’t mind that much because the only difference is that S/O won’t be with him for the all nighter he’s about to pull)

Xeno is also more likely to bring his work home(if possible) when Stan is home. To him, bonding with his lovers is being in the same house or room with them. (So they can listen to him ramble)

S/O and Xeno often get into debates about beliefs and morals, Stan stays to the side on this. Xeno never gets upset(in the modern world at least) he has more of an “I can fix them” attitude about it. He also finds the fact that someone is willing to debate with him like that sexy💀He’s not a fan of passiveness. If you believe in something he wants you to explain your points to him and back them up.

These debates will probably lead to sex ngl

They get heated and he will get in your face and smile, Stan will put a hand on Xeno’s chest to get him to leave you alone, somehow you three end up in Xeno’s big ass bed. Stan wins. You and Xeno have been flipped and turned all kind of ways.

Stan and S/O is more of a slow burn. He’ll be generally flirty, but more standoffish. UNLESS, you’re a childhood friend. That’s for another post though.

It takes him a bit to be open like he is with Xeno. They’re the duo in the trio. But Stanley will be the one to notice that you feel a bit left out. He’ll talk to Xeno and they’ll include you in the non-scientific conversations and domestic stuff.

Their house is pretty clean already, so you won’t have to worry about that. You have to wait for Xeno to remake their chore schedule though. He makes them based around everyone’s work schedules. So you’d have to be good at planning because he wants to know if you have plans with other people in advance.

Honestly, once they’re both used to the new development you’re treated like royalty. They show affection very different, but there will never be a lack of it.

(I am sorry, I did not mean to start yapping about them😭)

#dr stone #xeno houston wingfield #stanley snyder #dcst brainrot #xenostan x reader #xenostan

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rhaellatully · 5 months ago

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B-Side (Fanfiction)

AO3

FF.net

AN/ Congratulation to Arcane for making me write again after 4 years... I really need to get back to my WIPs...

Anyway, a very very big thank you to @beforetimes who beta this fic and made it some much better (and also went through the trouble of correcting all of my mistakes)

She looks at her father in the eye one more time before she pulls the pin. She doesn’t hear the boom, instead she sees this orb, and she is being torn apart by it. The world spins around her. It pulls her in all directions. She can’t tell where is up or down. She wants to throw up. It spins, it shakes, she can’t see, until the kaleidoscope appears. She doesn’t hear the boom, but she hears her screams.

Something escapes her hands, followed by a loud noise. Beer spills on a wooden floor.

Jinx stares at her hands: something is... different. Are her nails shorter and-

“Everything alright, Powder?” A familiar voice calls.

She turns around and looks up. And there he is, standing behind the bar, like he always did.

“Vander?”

He looks normal, but older. Grey hairs and wrinkles are accentuated by the frown on his face.

“Are you okay?” He says, a worried look on his face.

Jinx saw and heard him so many times before, but never like this. He looks like he should have been. Like the doctor never found him. Like she never gave him to the doctor. Like she never killed him the first time, or the second. Like she never jinxed him.

What is going on? They should be dead. They were meant to die together. To free Vi from all the pain and suffering they bring. All the horrors she created were meant to be blown away. Reduced to ashes. Nothing but a bad memory. One that the Piltie would kiss away and make better.

So, why?

Vander is stepping away from the bar now. He’s coming toward her. She doesn’t know how to move anymore. She can’t run, but she can’t stay.

The bell rings. Her head snaps toward it and the air is gone from her lungs. Mylo and Claggor walk toward her. They’re different too. They’re bigger. Claggor’s cheeks are smaller. Mylo’s hair is shorter than it should, and he has this moustache. They never looked like this, she never thought of them looking like this before. They’re different but they’re good different.

Vander’s hand is on her shoulder. It’s warm, so warm. His other hand came to wipe away a tear she hadn’t realised was on her face.

“What’s going on Powder?”

Uh, she made it to heaven, somehow.

She’s good different too, she finds out, looking at herself in the mirror after Vander sends her downstairs. He thinks she pulled one-too-many all nighters lately. Yet, the bags under her eyes are the smallest she’s ever seen. Her cheeks also look fuller. Her hair is shorter- no longer, she had cut it, then Ekko fixed it shorter. And there’s this pink strand, the same colour as Vi’s hair.

And her eyes too, no more shimmer, probably no more use for it here.

She doesn’t get to look at them for long, because a hand comes to cover them. In less than a second she spins her attacker around and he’s pinned against the wall.

“Ouch! Sorry! Sorry!”

With trembling hands, she lets go of him.

“Ekko?” She asks, and a part of her wants to be wrong, wants him to have survived the battle. He had his time loop thingy, he shouldn’t have been able to lose. He should be alive, he has no business being here. He’s the boy savior. Unless he sacrificed himself to save someone, or everyone. He shouldn’t have died. People like her should die, not people like him. He wanted to make a good world, a better world. That’s what he should be doing, not being dead here with her.

But then, he gives her that kind smile as he rubs the back of his neck.

“Okay, I won’t try to surprise you anymore.” He says, and she doesn’t care anymore.

He’s dragging her through the streets as she tries to keep up while having no idea where they’re going. He won’t let go of her hand. He grabbed it at the Last Drop, and insisted that they had to go. She wanted to ask where, but lost the ability the second they stepped out.

Zaun is good different, too. There’s so much light. The air smells better and it feels easier to breathe, almost like Topside. The buildings are not on the verge of collapsing. The people are walking around carefree, the children are running down the street laughing.

Heaven is a nice place.

They reach the bridge, there are no barricades, just shops, people and enforcers who look... friendly. She remembers the bridge of her life. She passes the spot where her parents died. A man is selling food there.

Ekko guides her to where they could have died together and she loses her footing. He catches her.

“Sorry,” he says, an apologetic smile on his face, “Maybe we should walk.”

Jinx wants to say no, because if they are not running, why would he hold her hand? But he doesn’t let go.

They reach their destination. It’s the academy. She doesn’t understand what they’re doing here. Or why so many people are trying to get there. Ekko keeps walking but she doesn’t move. He stops rather than letting go of her hand.

He smiles at her again.

“I’m sure we made it. They’ve increased the number of seats available again. And even if they hadn’t, we’re not the ones who need it.”

She thinks she understands what he’s saying, but it doesn’t make sense. It can’t make sense.

He starts walking, and she follows all the way to the walls where the results of the entrance exam are plastered.

“Let’s start at the bottom.” he says, and she lets him. Because if their names are on the boards somewhere, it has to be at the bottom, right? They’re brilliant, she knows it, but the Pilties and their academies care more for prim and proper language than groundbreaking ideas. Even with all the brains in the world, all it takes is one Piltie with a nice bag of money and their sit goes to someone else. Why bother trying? Just to be stuck in a classroom full of Pilties and fancy professors trying to teach them stuff they could learn on their own from books. They’d have easy access to the library, though.

They make their way up and their names don’t seem to be there. He seems so focused, as if he was looking for the solution to a complex equation. She sees him swallow hard as his hand rises higher. Will she see his face break again?

Then he laughs his hand is at the top of the board, and so are their names. Ekko first place, her second.

“How?” It escapes her lips before she can think ‘it’s heaven, of course they’re there’. But Jinx never wanted to join the academy. So, why?

“Did you fill out the exam in crayon?” He asks with that damn smile on his face.

Right, it’s his heaven too.

“We’re in the fucking academy,” she says, and she hears him laugh again.

This time he grabs her and swipes her off her feet. He spins her around once, before putting her down, still holding her. His forehead pressed against hers. She’s crying again. She doesn’t know why.

Ekko’s hands leave her sides to grab her face again. His thumbs wipe away the tears. And he looks at her, that same way he looked at her toward the end. There’s something she doesn’t understand in his eyes. Until he looks down at her lips. Is he going to… kiss her?

He leans toward her, she leans away. He freezes and looks at her, confused. She leans toward him. Their lips meet. It’s nicer than she imagined.

Heaven really is a nice place.

They return to the Last Drop. The second they walk through the door, silence falls, and all the heads turn toward them. Everyone is here; Vander, Mylo, Claggor, Benzo. She sees more familiar faces around, and even Babette is looking at her with hope in her eyes.

“We made it!” shouts Ekko, and cheers erupt all around them.

Mylo almost runs at her arms stretched out, she expects him to strangle her, but he hugs her. She doesn’t have time to react before Claggor joins him. Jinx feels warm, like the sun itself is holding her.

“Vi would be so proud of you,” Mylo whispers and she feels cold all over.

She thinks she’s going to cry again, but she hears someone say, “Let her breathe.”

She almost fights her way out of their arms to turn around.

He’s here.

And he’s good different, too.

His eye. He doesn’t need her to give him his medicine. His scar doesn’t look as bad as it used to. He stands straighter. His skin is pinker.

His smile is brighter than she’s ever seen it.

“Well done, Powder,” he says as he hugs her, “I knew you’d do great.”

“Silco,” she doesn’t cry, this time she laughs.

Heaven really is a place worth dying for.

The next day she’s nursing a violent hangover.

“I’ve never seen you indulge yourself so much before.” Vander tells her.

“Oh, she deserves it!” Silco joins in, “Before long, the two of them will be sitting on the Council.”

“Or not, if they don’t want to.”

“Of course!”

“As happy as I am to see the two of you like this, can you go do it elsewhere? My head is killing me.”

“Of course, Powder.”

It feels weird to hear Silco call her that, but she could get used to it.

She feels better in the afternoon when Ekko comes to find her. He says they should go tell Vi. She doesn’t understand what he means. But ever since she died, she’s learned to go with the flow.

They go to her lair. Even that place is brighter and warmer. There are different trinkets everywhere, and railings. It still feels like her, but a different her. A happier her, maybe.

They go to the tent. There’s a shrine to Vi. Why is there a shrine to Vi? She survived, she made sure she survived, so she can’t be here, but why is there a shrine?

“She looks so young,” Jinx comments when she looks at the painting of Vi.

Ekko takes her hand as they sit down. “If she could see you…” He doesn’t finish, Jinx is grateful for it.

She will see me, she wants to say, when she dies too she’ll see all of this and she’ll love it.

Jinx is making her way to Benzo’s shop with food to share with Ekko when she sees her. Her hair is brown again. She’s running around with a group of children, laughing so hard as she does. She knew they would meet here eventually. She skips toward her. Her heart swells with every step that brings her closer to her.

She sees her trip on the ground. Jinx gaps and starts running, but another woman gets to her first. She picks her up and starts whispering sweet things at her.

They have the same eyes.

It makes sense. It’s heaven, so Isha has her first family back too. She’s safe and happy. And she doesn’t need Jinx.

That’s a good thing.

So why does her heart ache?

“Are you okay?” Ekko asks her.

“Yeah.” She doesn’t want to talk about Isha with him, especially when she has no reason to feel bad. Isha is with her other family, and so is she. It would have been better if they had never met anyway.

“Pow-pow,” Ekko calls to make her look at him, “ever since the entrance exam result, you’ve been… different. Are you still unsure?”

“No.” Well, maybe I never wanted to go to this academy anyway.

“You don’t have to go if you don’t want to. I just think with it, we can accomplish great things. There’s still so much to do for the undercity. And I know that together, we can do anything.”

Jinx has heard that last one before, when they were getting ready to go kick some Noxian butts. She smiles.

I am glad we died together this time.

After a while in the tunnels she recognises the way they’re going. He’s taking her to the Firelight’s hideout. She remembers when he first took her there, after she had let the grenade fall beneath them and let him guide her out of her lair. He had shown her his mural with her face at the centre. To remember and honour everyone they’ve lost.

“To keep them in our hearts and move forward,” he had said, handing her paint, “What did she look like?”

And Isha had joined the mural as close to her as possible.

Jinx wonders what this place is now. Maybe there are people living there. Ekko had built this place to be a refuge. People don’t need a refuge like back when she was alive here, though. It could be a playground, there were so many children there. Maybe here it belongs to them, and they play all day, just like she and Ekko did in the junkyard.

There’s water on the floor, it’s not deep, but it splashes when they walk. Once they’re inside she looks up, and freezes.

This is Vi. Her Vi. She’s not supposed to- Why is she-? How is she-?

Her breath quickens and they all start screaming at her.

What have you done? You’ve managed to kill one of us after all! Why are you surprised? You’re a jinx. You cannot change your own nature. Jinx! You will never belong in heaven! Why would any God let you in? So that you can burn the place to the ground! You’re going to jinx us all again! This is a special hell crafted just for you! You’re a jinx! You’re not meant to be happy. Murderers don’t get happiness. You jinx everything!

“Shut up!” she shouts, throat raw.

She runs away. When she hears Ekko shouting after her, she runs faster.

She ran but had no idea where to run. She couldn’t go to her lair, it was different, it wasn’t hers. Nothing here was hers. Not the Last Drop and not the wrong Vander, or wrong Silco, Mylo, Claggor, or wrong everyone.

She ran to the cannery, this was a place for her. The place of Jinx’s birth. That’s where she belongs. But as she got closer she noticed the people going toward it. They looked sick and broken. This should have been a good sign but when she got there she saw in large bold letters the word ‘hospital’.

They have hospitals, the fucking cannery became a hospital.

Jinx ran away from that too. She went into the fissures, where the Grey still filled the air. They hadn’t fully eliminated it, they couldn’t fix everything.

She sat down where she could see it fester below without coughing her lungs out. That’s where he found her, because of course he found her.

“You’re not my Powder, are you?” She hears him call behind her.

She chuckles humorlessly, “Nope, I’m Jinx.” Now, go away.

“Are you from the same place as the other Ekko?”

She sighs, “I guess.”

“Why didn’t you say anything?”

Was he ever going to leave? “I didn’t realise- he didn’t give me details, okay!”

She needs him to shut up. To stop talking to her as if she was Powder. To not be so nice to her. To not be here. She can feel him standing away from her. She can picture his face, with his eyes full of hope, just like that day on the edge of the turbine. She doesn’t want to see this fake Ekko and his perfect life with his perfect Powder.

“Are you okay?”

Why does he have to be like this? Why is it that in every universe he’s like that? Always trying to save her.

“I’m not Powder, okay? Now leave.”

“Look, I’m just trying to help you.”

She turns to face him. He looks worried: of course he does. He doesn't understand that she's nothing like her.

“Just because I have her face doesn’t mean you have to care.”

“Actually you have more than her face, you are inhabiting her body.” He says with a cheeky look on his face, as if they were friends.

“Well, I don’t know how to leave it, so…”

“Powder, Heimerdiger and the other Ekko created a machine that could send him back. With their notes I’m sure we can figure it out.”

“Good for you.”

Powder and Heimerdiger aren’t here anymore. If he wants to build his machine, let him have a crack at it, but leave her out of it. Give the machine to her, she’ll probably find a way to blow the entire city up with it.

“Look, Powder-”

“Jinx! My name is Jinx.” She almost screams it at him. He flinches, and that’s how it should go.

“He did say you were different.” He says, not backing down, always the brave one.

“Oh, really?”

“He also said your ideas changed the world.”

She burst out laughing. That’s one way to put it!

“Do you know what I’ve done? Did he tell her?”

He looks at her with the same terror her Ekko used to. She laughs, almost manically. The way only a Jinx would laugh. The laugh that does nothing but scare people.

“I’ve killed them,” Jinx whispers at him and laughs some more, even when nothing feels funny at all. “Vander, Mylo and Claggor, all in one go. Silco too,” she pauses, “But that was later.” She gives him her smile and it makes him flinch. “And I killed so many of your friends in between.”

He stares at her and says nothing.

“And I killed them on purpose! Unlike everyone else. Everyone who gets close to me dies… one way or another. Except you. The boy saviour always makes it.”

Jinx sits back on her spot. He should leave now: Jinx can tell that he’s scared. He should leave before she jinxes him, too. She can hear his footsteps, but they’re not getting softer. They’re getting louder.

He sits next to her. “I gave her the tip.”

Jinx looks up at him.

“I gave her the tip, and they all went while having no idea what was actually up there. If I hadn’t they would never have found the crystals. They would never have fallen to the ground. There would never have been an explosion. If it weren’t for me, Vi would still be alive.” He sighed, it’s a heavy sigh, filled with sorrow. “Everyone tells me it’s not my fault, but there’s still a part of me that,” He pauses to take a shaky breath, “That still feels like I killed her.”

There are no tears in his eyes, but she hears them in his voice.

“It’s not the same. You couldn’t have known there'd be an explosion, it was a good tip.”

“Whatever you did to kill them, did you know it would?”

Jinx doesn’t have the strength to answer, so she just cries. Because she didn’t know. She only wanted to help.

In between sobs, she lets out, “What about everyone else?”

“I don’t know, you’ll have to ask your Ekko.”

Going through the notes is more difficult than she thought. They don’t use big fancy words like Talys and his partner did, but the doodles, the discussion in the margins, all the little things in the pages tell her how much fun they had. He had more fun with me.

Or maybe, he only had fun with her when he thought of the other her.

Other Ekko works dutifully on the project. Seemingly unbothered by her, which still baffles her. He probably doesn’t understand what she is, and what she’s done.

It’s better not to explain it to him. Just get back and then…

The first night, when their stomachs start to growl, he proposes to go “home” to eat. She can’t. She refuses, and when he ducks out anyway, he comes back with food. Says he told the others they were working on a project, that they let him come back here, but are worried.

Powder doesn’t go around disappearing. Jinx hopes they finish this fast.

Working with this Ekko is not the same as working with her Ekko, but it’s close enough. There’s something about the way they bounce ideas off of each other. Like the gears inside her head turn faster. It brings her back to when they were children, when they were searching for books in trash, trying to understand mechanisms by taking gadgets apart and rebuilding them. There’s something comforting about it. But it lacks the excitement of working with her Ekko.

She always ends up thinking of the days they spent preparing to fight the Noxians. Making her lair airborne had been a crazy idea that somehow worked. Jinx couldn’t have done it with this world’s Ekko; he wouldn’t have taken the risk.

That’s the thing about her Ekko–he’s a daredevil. He’ll jump off an airship to reach his goal. He’d face an explosion again and again to save her. Was he always like that? Or is it just having her around that makes him as crazy as she is?

She believed that when she pulled the pin, but now, with this Ekko, the one who has never met a Jinx before, she sees cracks. He will redraw the same schematics six times, perfectly identical, always. He will violently rip off pages of his notebook and throw it away when he realizes he‘s made a mistake. He forgets to eat. Apparently it happens when he’s focused and Powder is the one to remind him, usually. He starts breathing really fast and clutching his head one day, because he has just realized he made a mistake yesterday.

Maybe that’s not something she screwed up, then. Maybe her Ekko was always a bit insane, too.

“It’s the power source,” she says one day, “We’re screwed.”

“What do you mean?”

“What they used were crystal shards, not a real Hex-crystal. That’s why Heimerdiger had to step out to make adjustments during the process.”

“To redirect the energy!” He exclaims before rushing toward Vi’s shrine.

“We don’t have an actual crystal, we can’t-”

Before she can finish, Ekko shows her a bag full of crystals.

“We had sworn to never use them,” he explains, “but given the circumstances, I think she’ll understand.”

She didn’t want to go back to the Last Drop. What would she do there? Talk to the other Vander, Silco, Claggor and Mylo, and pretend that she was their Powder? As if she had any idea how to be like her. She’d probably manage to kill them, too, given enough time. But then the other Ekko had told her, “why don’t you let yourself enjoy some of your time here? your me definitely did.”

They had been humour in his tone and she had no idea what he meant, but her curiosity had pushed her to take his advice. If spending time with those people had led Ekko to want to see her again, then she’d like to know what he had seen.

So now Jinx sits at a diner table with Claggor at her right, Mylo at her left and Silco and Vander across from her.

“So what’s that project you guys are working on?” Claggor asks with excitement in his voice.

“Secret,” she answers before stuffing her mouth.

The food was rich in taste and homely, Vander must have cooked it, it tastes like something from a memory.

“Since when do you keep secrets?”

A cold chill washed over her. Coming here was a bad idea. They were going to figure out there was something wrong with her. They were going to get mad. They would be scared and confused, all shouting at her. And that’s when it��ll happen. That’s when they all die.

“I think she’s not making anything,” exclaims Mylo, snapping her attention to him “She’s just getting more alone time with her boyfriend!”

She stares at him and feels her cheeks warming. Laughter erupts around her.

“Really?” This time it’s Silco that calls her attention. “You’re about to spend the next couple of years locked with him at the academy, and yet you’d rather spend your time with him rather than with us?”

Mylo and Claggor laugh even harder and she can barely hear herself say, “I’m sorry.”

“Leave her be,” Vander comes to her rescue, “She spent more than enough time taking care of us, let her have some fun.”

She doesn’t know how to describe the look he gives her. It’s the kind of look he would give Vi. She thinks it means, ‘I’m proud of you,’ or something. Definitely not the kind of look he should be giving her.

“Seriously,” says Claggor, “it’s going to be weird not having you around all the time.”

She feels terrified. It must be visible because Claggor keeps sending worried glances over at Mylo.

“We’re grown men. It’s about time we stop holding you back and learn to take care of ourselves.”

Jinx manages to divert attention from herself for the rest of the evening.

It’s a strange thing. One moment she’s laughing, smiling and content, the next she remembers that this is the life she could have lived, had she not fucked everything up. It’s like being built up and broken over and over again.

By the time Vander asks someone to clean the dishes she volunteers just to be alone. And yet she wants to go back to them: it hurts but it’s also so wonderful to have them alive. It almost feels worth the pain.

She doesn’t linger on this for long because Vander joins her. She’s scared of what he’s going to say but he just quietly helps her with the dishes. She’s not very good at it, mostly because she doesn’t always clean. Hell, most of the time she doesn’t even use dishes. Vander just chuckles and helps her.

“You know you don’t have to feel guilty.”

She drops a plate. It doesn’t shatter, just falls into the water with a quiet splash.

“Joining the academy is a good thing, and if it means you have less time for your family it’s fine. We can manage on our own and we’re not going anywhere. It’s about time you use all your smarts to make something out of your life.”

Her eyes are watery, Jinx knows those words are not for her but she can’t help but reply, “What if nothing I make is good? What if I just make everything worse?”

“I’m sure you’ll figure it out,” He tells her with a smile. She feels the tears rolling down her cheeks and he quickly adds, “And if you struggle you can always turn to Ekko or your brother, or even Silco and me. I mean, we’re not geniuses but we can give good advice when it’s needed.”

She wraps her arms around him. The tears are still falling but they don’t feel like sad tears anymore.

“You’re not alone, Powder.” He says before holding her tight.

As she makes her way to her bedroom she spots Silco writing in a journal.

“Still working?” She asks.

“Yes, I’m afraid my work is never done,” he sighs heavily, “I’m going to have to leave again in a few days.”

“I’m glad you were here.”

He smiles at her, “Me too. And I’ll be back soon, don’t worry.”

“I’m gonna miss you.”

He gets up and walks toward her.

“Now, now, you’re a big girl, I’m sure you don’t need me anymore.”

She pulls him into a hug and hides her face into his shoulder. “I’m always going to need you.”

He hugs her back and says, “Please, I’ve always needed you more than you needed me. You’ll be fine.”

“Here.”

Ekko hands her a pendant, on it there’s a flower. It’s pretty, and it spins. Looking closer she can see their faces carve in the petals.

Before she can ask him anything he says, “He gave it to her, but she says she didn’t think it was meant for her.”

She stares at it again. It’s meticulous work, detailed but not excessive, his style. A small smile forces its way onto her face. Jinx puts it around her neck.

“Let’s hope it doesn’t blow up in our faces.”

First the lightning comes, like at the cannery, they all start to scream and she doesn’t know if she’s going to be able to stand it. But it’s all cut off when the sphere appears around her. She breathes in and this time, she’s ready.

The last thing she sees is the other Ekko holding the other her in his arms. He smiles up at her.

He keeps himself busy. It’s the best way to avoid falling apart. Scar tells him that they have no one to fight, and they are not alone in helping anymore, that he can take a break. Ekko begs him for a job, any job, instead.

He needs something to do, anything. The look he, and all of the other Fireslights, gives him feels like a stab in the heart, because it’s just another reminder of what could have been.

He repairs the roof. He teaches the children how to fly a hoverboard. He helps cook dinner for everyone. He talks with Sevika about the meeting and what they could and should be doing. He tries to come up with a new and more efficient energy storage device.

It helps, but never for long. Because, they sat on that roof the first night she spent at the hideout. Because, one of the children has dyed his hair blue and swears he's going to be just like her one day. Because, they cooked together the night before the battle. Because, Sevika has to say that she was easier to deal with than the Council. Because, working on anything reminds him of the time they spent transforming her lair.

The nights are the worst, when nothing can distract him from his grief. It’s the third time. It should be easier by now. But it’s worse. It’s so much worse. This time he’s not just grieving what was, he’s grieving what could have been.

After having seen the other universe. After having convinced her to drop the bomb and step off the ledge. After rallying the under-city together. After fighting side by side. He had hope that they would get a future together.

He knew things would never be as they were. That they would never be like the other Ekko and Powder. But he thought that they could build something new.

Maybe Jinx would have stayed with the Firelight, she had liked it there during the few days before the battle. It might have taken her some time. They could have worked on projects together. That had come to them just as naturally as it had before. Eventually, she would have started to play with the children. That would have won over the few Firelights that were still wary of her. They would have visited Vi together, if only to remind her that she was a Zaunite and always would be. She would have spent a lot of time with Sevika, much to the Council’s annoyance.

She would have cooked weird things and forced him to try them. He would have fought her, but ultimately conceded, always. He would have taken her flying on his hoverboard, far above Zaun, even higher than the Hex-gate. She would have modified the overboard, in a seemingly superfluous and random way, but a surprisingly useful one. They would have fought about that, and about her idea of games appropriate for children, and about the priorities for the Firelights, and what music to play during the day, and the right flavour of pancakes. They would have laughed, too. About her hair, his clothes, Sevika, Scar, and about the Pilties. They would have spent nights awake making fun of Pilties.

And on one of those nights he would have looked into her eyes. She would have looked back confused. He would have leaned toward her. She would have frozen at first, but then she would have closed her eyes and leaned back.

But none of that would ever happen. Instead, he would remember all the time they played as children. All the time they fought as teens. Eventually the childhood memories would fade and the only moments left would be those last few days.

Three days, that’s all he had been given. Three days they spent arguing with the rest of undercity, and trying desperately to build everything on time. They barely had any moments alone together. They never even got to paint together. They transformed her hideout while shouting orders at everyone else. They only got to laugh when painting each other. He only got to hold her twice. Once right after she stepped away from the ledge. And again right before the battle. He only held her hand once, when he brought her to their sanctuary.

He got to kiss her once and it wasn’t even her.

Sometimes he thinks about what it would have been like to kiss his Jinx. It would have been more wild, he thinks, probably with more teeth. It makes him chuckle. Then the hurt comes back, because he doesn’t know, and he never will.

He never told Vi. He can’t. He doesn’t want to burden her with the knowledge of the happiness they could have had. He doesn’t want her to know that their world would have been better if she had died. He hates himself for thinking it, but he knows that, for him at least, it’s true. And he fears it would break her in a way even Caitlyn can’t fix.

He builds her a shrine, like Powder had for Vi. He prays and talks to her, like they had over there. He tells her about his day. About what Vi is up to. He tells her about the changes in Zaun. He tells her he wishes she was here. And some nights, when the pain is too great he begs her to come back. To pull another miracle. You’ve done twice already, why not a third?

He has a lot to tell her today. For starters, mister I’ll-be-just-like-Jinx-one-day thought it would be a great idea to try and jump off his hoverboard mid-flight. He broke his leg. Ekko tried to lecture him. He got too angry, though, and almost yelled at the poor kid. Thankfully Scar took him away quickly. He hates that he lost control like this, especially in front of a child. He barely had time to apologise to the kid before he was informed that Sevika was looking for him.

Ekko knew that was bad news before he even reached her: Sevika only ever wants to see him when things go to shit. Turns out the Council thinks the factories need to reach their pre-war quotas before the end of the month. How they’re supposed to do that when half of their population is still wounded and recovering, he has no idea. She wants the Firelights to help her make a show of force in front of the Council, to remind them that the undercity is a united front.

And there’s another problem: A few days ago, the Jinxers put on a little homage to Jinx, to celebrate her sacrifice. Ekko didn’t go. He didn’t want to see what a group of people who never knew her would do. Apparently they just threw a bunch of paint explosives around town, landmarks associated with Jinx, including the building she blew up on Progress Day and the Council chambers.

Needless to say, the Council are not happy about that. As far as they are concerned this is “in very bad taste” and all those involved “need to be disciplined.” The little dictator that put Noxus on their doorstep can go home scott-free, but a bunch of kids throw paints on their precious building and suddenly there’s a need for discipline. Some things never change.

After an entire evening locked with Sevika, Babette and her other “advisors” to try to find a solution, he returns home, skips dinner and goes straight to his quarters.

He wants to go to her, pretend she can hear him, imagine her thoughts, her voice. Give himself whatever comfort she can give him. And collapse on his bed feeling a little bit less shitty about everything.

He pushes the door open and there’s someone before his shrine. She has her back turned to him, all he can see is a cloth wrapped around her skinny frame and short blue air, when she turns around his heart stops.

He thinks he is dreaming. She can’t be standing in front of him. But she’s here. She looks real. Like he had last seen her. His eyes run across her, trying to find a trick, hoping to find a confirmation. That’s when he sees the necklace.

She notices and touches it, “He said she thought you made it for me.”

His breath shakes and he throws his arms around her, his tears run down the crook of her neck. He feels her arms coming around him, Jinx clings to him, just like he’s clinging to her.

He doesn’t know how long they stay like that. He is scared that if he lets go she’ll vanish.

Finally, with her voice shaking she asks, “Can I stay here, at least for while?”

Ekko sobs as he says, “Please don’t leave, not again.”

AN: I hope you enjoyed reading this as much as I enjoyed writing it, writing Jinx pov is difficult I hope I got it right. Writing the alternate universe is also fun, Silco and alt-Silco are two very different people...

#arcane #timebomb #arcane fanfic #timebomb fanfiction #arcane fanfiction #arcane fic #timebomb fic #timebomb fanfic #ekkojinx #ekko x jinx #jinx arcane #fanfic #fanfiction

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honeyed-blossom · 3 months ago

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Idk how many I’m aloud to ask but…

1, 2, 3, 5,7,9,11,15,18,23,24,29

okay I’ll stop now YOU DONT HAVE TO DO THEM ALL

it’s too late I did them all!! all I did at work this week was think about this and honestly, thank god 😤💓

TY FOR THE QUESTIONS!! <3 <3 🥺💗💓 I’m so happy you want to hear more about these insufferably dumb kiddos 😩😩❤️

pls see below the cut hehehe apologies in advance because I wrote a lot 🙂‍↕️

1. Who fell first? Who fell harder?

Valeria fell first but Sebastian definitely fell harder. Since the restricted section incident, where Sebastian took the fall for her, she developed a huge crush on him to the point that she looked like a lovesick fool every time he was in her vicinity. Like, she would rest her face in her hands with a silly smile on her face, and daydream counting his pretty freckles or holding his hand. Her crush was short lived, however, like most of her crushes are. Valeria has a crush on any remotely cute boy she comes across and gets the ick so easily. In Sebastian’s case, it was when she witnessed him and Ominis having a burping contest.

Sebastian though, oh sweet little Sebastian, fell so hard he couldn’t get up (get that boy Life Alert). He’s always thought Valeria was pretty but didn’t think much of it until he started spending more time with her. At first, he’d noticed how she always smelled like jasmine and roses, even on the days she’d be covered from head to toe with dirt and leaves from fighting trolls and dugbogs. Then it was how pretty and expressive her eyes were when she’d excitedly recant one of her latest adventures, getting lost in the beautiful specks of greens and browns. Sometimes, he’d find himself staring at her when they were in class or studying together, perhaps for a few seconds too long.

He completely lost his grip on reality when one day, he introduced his new friend to the undercroft to teach her the blasting spell. As if getting her drenched putting out a fire wasn’t bad enough, he just had to go slip and land right on top of her. Practically being squished against each other and seeing her under him like that altered his brain chemistry and since then, he would think about her constantly. Though he tried not to show it outwardly (couldn’t fool Ominis though), every flirty comment or grazing touch sent him into the atmosphere. (Sorry, I just like seeing him struggle hehehe)

2. Who is the one who fusses the most? Does their S/O mind very much?

Ooh, definitely Valeria and there’s a whole list of things, from not finding something in her bag to combing through her hair for the fifth time that day. She mostly fusses over her appearance, something she takes great care in keeping up, despite being a generally disorganized person. Given that every time she steps outside, her uniform or hair gets ruined in some way, it’s a complaint Sebastian hears often. She can be a little high maintenance but Sebastian doesn’t mind; rather, he thinks it's endearing and enjoys listening to her talk. They don’t get fussy over each other unless one of them shows up hurt, forgets to eat, or secludes themself in the Undercroft pulling all nighters researching *cough cough sebastian*

3. What is their love language?

Valeria - Gift giving! Whenever she sees something that reminds her of Sebastian, she will get it for him. Usually, it’s little trinkets and flowers but she’s also a chronic shopper so will get him little presents for fun. Her favorite gift to him has to be the puzzle box she found in an antique store by Diagon Alley. Sebastian had loved it and spent weeks trying to figure it out. She adored how frustrated he would get - his eyebrows would furrow in the cute way of his and his nose would get all scrunched up, flocking all his freckles together. She had found it so attractive, she brought him a few more puzzles after that. If Valeria’s on the receiving end, her love language would be physical touch and acts of service. She loves it whenever Sebastian would do little things for her without being asked, like carrying her bag for her on the way to class,bundling her up with his scarf whenever it got too cold, or combing through her hair when it got too messy.

Sebastian - Physical touch! He will take every opportunity to initiate contact with Valeria, like holding her hand, leaning against her, or playing with her hair. Whenever they sit next to each other, he makes it a point to sit right beside her so at least either his leg or arm is touching her. Though Valeria gets a little embarrassed with PDA sometimes, Sebastian thrives on it. He especially loves hugging from behind her and resting his head on top of hers, or burying his face in her neck (he can tell she really likes this despite how much she squirms). It goes without saying that he enjoys cuddling and kissing her too hehehe. On the receiving end, it would be quality time and physical touch. He treasures all the little gifts he gets from Val, keeping some of the more sentimental ones in the same box as his family mementos. He loves that he reminds her of so much and keeps every single gift, often showing it off to everyone every chance he gets.

5. What is something they like to do together?

Ooh so much! I know the question asked for one thing but they would do so much when they’re not doing their somewhat questionable extracurricular (wiping out poacher / Ashwinder camps or exploring random caves).

During the school year, they like to study together in the library or have little picnics by the lake after class. They also like going up to the music room, where Valeria would practice her piano while Sebastian reads. Sometimes, they like to go up to the little storage area above to read and make out oops. Their other spot is Sebastian’s favorite… the restricted section.

Summer time is Valeria’s favorite season and she loves spending it with Sebastian every year. Some of her favorite things to do are:

Horseback riding: If they’re ever in London, Valeria and Sebastian take the horses out to some meadow and spend all day outside, maybe have a little picnic. Since Valeria’s a more experienced rider than Sebastian, they usually go together with Sebastian hugging her from behind. He does fear for his life sometimes… Valeria likes to go very fast.

Going to the beach: they love lazing around the beach together and reading. Growing up, Valeria would go to French countryside and beaches with her childhood friends so naturally, she and Sebastian would go whenever he’d spend his summers in London with her. He’s starting to enjoy the beach bum lifestyle.

Festivals / Dances: Can you really say you had a good summer if you didn’t go to one festival and dance your heart out? (Valeria says no!)

7. Who likes forehead kisses? Who likes hand kisses? Who likes neck kisses?

Ah, they both love kisses hehe. Valeria likes forehead and hand kisses the most. Sebastian adores giving and receiving neck kisses.

9. If there wasn't enough seats, how would they sit? One on the other's lap? One on the armrest? One on the floor in front of them?

This really depends on who they’re with and where. Their default is Valeria on Sebastian’s lap, with his arms around her and his head resting on her shoulder. They do switch spots but it always looks so silly because Seb has to sit princess style so Val can see. If it’s with random people or the common room, they sit on the floor together.

11. Who is clingy?

Hmm, they would both be a little clingy with each other but in different ways?

Sebastian - he’d want to spend all his time with her, even if they’re doing their own thing next to each other, so I can see him pouting whenever she leaves him to spend time with other friends. Especially if she goes on adventures without him- when she gets back, he’d whine constantly and demand cuddles as reparations.

Valeria - when it’s just the two of them, she’d want all his attention so can get grumpy when that doesn’t happen (you can tell she’s the youngest child). Usually, it’s when Sebastian is engrossed in a book or researching and she’ll often cuddle up to him, play with his fingers, or pepper him with kisses until he responds.

15. How do they comfort one another when the other is upset?

Valeria - Sebastian rarely gets actually upset, so when he does, she’ll do everything in her power to cheer him up. She’ll get him his favorite candy or a new book to get his mind off things. Usually this cheers him up and he forgets about it but when it’s something more serious, he tends to shut down and isolate himself. Valeria can be a bit awkward with her words during such times so she’ll often comfort him through physical affection, like rubbing his back or wrapping him in long, quiet hugs. She’ll give him his space but will also check on him throughout the day, bringing him meals he had missed or class notes. And when he wants to talk, Valeria will listen quietly while holding his hand, until he feels better.

Sebastian - Whenever Valeria is upset, Sebastian would be ready with her favorite flowers and chocolates. He’d take her on a little date to Hogsmead or somewhere in the highlands, cracking jokes and being a little silly, attempting to cheer her up. He’d squeeze her in a tight hug and shower face with kisses until she smiles or laughs again. Valeria hates talking about heavy matters and especially avoids talking about what’s really bothering her, but Sebastian always finds a way to coax it out of her. He’d comb through her hair while spinning a seemingly random story until he finds something that resonates with her, essentially tricking her to talk about it (sneaky!) Sometimes, when Valeria really wants to be alone, she’ll go up to her “secret” spots (not really secret since Seb has figured all of these out) to read or dance to get her mind off things. He doesn’t bother her during those times but will swing by wearing the disillusionment charm, just to make sure she’s okay (and sometimes to watch her dance). If she’s crying, however, he’s immediately next to her and wrapping her in his arms.

18. They've had a major blowout. How do they handle it?

They would be so passive aggressive about it, especially Valeria. The first couple days would be the worst because they would make it everyone’s problem. Any time they'd run into each other, there would be a loud argument about something unrelated and they would constantly bicker. Once they get all their verbal anger out of their systems, they’d start ignoring each other and being petty every chance they get. Sebastian would sit right in front of her during mealtime, eating as messily as possible. He knows it’s her biggest pet peeve and enjoys watching her face contort with disgust. In retaliation, Valeria would accidentally spill the wrong ingredients into his cauldron during Potions just to watch it explode in his face. While they’re both stubborn, Sebastian would probably give in first and try to mend things between them, even if he wasn’t in the wrong. He’d get Valeria her favorite flowers as a peace offering and that would be enough for the two to start talking again. Eventually, they would have an actual serious conversation and apologize to each other, maybe with a few kisses here and there.

23.Who said "I love you" first?

Sebastian! It was right after class, before the two separated for the next class. Without thinking much about it, he had said, “Well, see you at dinner. Bye, love you.” Like it was the most natural thing in the world. Valeria casually replied with a, “bye, love you too!” And that was that. They didn’t realize this was the first time they said “I love you” to each other until they said it again as they left for their dorms at the end of the night. (And yes, they were a blushing mess afterwards. The prefect had to come down to shut up a certain girls’ dorm room because there was a lot of squealing and excited shrieking.)

24. Who kissed who first?

Valeria kissed Sebastian, a little bit before they started dating. It was during a Slytherin party, where all she could think about was how juicy his lips looked and how she wanted to kiss each and every single freckle on his face. (They were slightly intoxicated). She couldn’t hold herself back anymore when she saw him talking to some girl - she stomped right over there, dragged him to the room behind Salazar Slytherin’s statue, grabbed his face with both her hands, and gave him a big ole smooch. They didn’t leave that room until the party started wrapping up because they were too busy making out, ugh teenagers!

29. What's an insecurity they hold about their relationship?

Valeria - Valeria feels incredibly guilty every time she thinks about this but somewhere deep in her heart, she can’t help but feel a little bitter. She knows that if it really came down to it, Sebastian would always choose Anne over her every time, even if Anne had never been cursed. She fully understands this truth and would never blame him for it - it was his twin sister after all. Valeria herself doesn’t know what she would do in his situation. Her greatest anxiety is that one day, he’d leave everything behind for his sister and simply disappear. And that meant leaving her behind, all alone, and that terrifies her. She knows the lengths Sebastian would go to find a cure and if she doesn’t hold him tightly, she fears he’d slip through her fingers and she’d never see him again.

Sebastian - Sebastian frets about not being good enough for Valeria, that she could do much better. A lot of his insecurity stems from how differently the two were raised - he had a much humbler upbringing than she did and he fears their expectations might be different once they graduate. Every time they would go visit London together, he’d see how social and in her element she was when they attended dances or exhibitions together. And he knew very well of how the other eligible bachelors had their sights set on Valeria; their lingering gazes didn’t go unnoticed. Though he didn’t show it and she didn’t seem to notice, he’d always feel a little out of place. He’s afraid that one day, she’d want to return to her old life in London and it would be without him.

#thankies for the ask!!!! 🥺🥺🫶🫶#apologies for the yap fest you are going to read #was in brainrot mode all week I loved it #relationship ask #asks #valeria davenport #hogwarts legacy #sebastian sallow #hogwarts legacy mc

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joshusten · 2 years ago

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love me in spite (guy/honey, redacted audios)

Guy and Honey get into an argument early into their relationship.

(angst, hurt/comfort, arguments, fluff)

3k+ words [ao3 link here!] [masterlist]

[CW and notes: swearing, arguing, insecurities, overthinking, breakdowns, descriptive?? crying?? I think??, idk they’re both having a bad time. probably a lot of grammatical errors lmao. also honey is implied to be empowered!!]

Honey doesn't remember the last time they felt like this, but they’ve always known their personality would bite them in the ass someday.

“Aww, is my beloved mad again? Oh, pray tell, which heinous crime did I commit this time, officer? Robbery? Public indecency?” Guy stroked his chin, pretending to rack up his mind on any possible offense he could have made. “Hm…jaywalking?"

“Guy.”

“Oh! Or maybe—just maybe—it was wanting my ever-so-affectionate lover to stop their pretty head from fussing over me?”

"Guy, can’t you take this seriously for once?”

“But I am! It’s just not that big of a deal, baby! Look, a manuscript can’t just write itself, y’know? Especially one with a little flair from yours truly!”

“You haven’t slept properly for days now, you work overnight most of the time, and on your days off you pull all-nighters writing!”

“Oh, you’re one to talk!”

“Well, this one’s more serious! I haven’t even seen you eat a proper meal and anything I offer you gets left out cold!”

They continued to have a back-and-forth confrontation, voices raising and words getting crueler as time goes on, with both parties not intending to back down anytime soon. Honey thought it was the first time they ever heard Guy let out an actual annoyed scoff and they noticed the slightest change in his demeanor.

“Jesus, Honey. Of all the times you can finally act like you care for me, why now? Hm?” There was a playful smile on his face. It almost made them believe he was still joking around but his words were laced with an unmistakable annoyance.

But something inside Honey snapped. Their chest tightened at the thought of their partner thinking they didn’t care. They felt themselves flinch from the comment and Guy seemed to notice that too as his smile drops. “Shit. Honey, I didn’t–”

“I’m–,” They scrambled to get their bag, keys, wallet, anything they would need because they just want to be anywhere but here.“I’m going out. Let’s finish this later. I-I just can’t fucking do this right now.”

They didn’t mean that. Didn’t mean for it to sound so harsh. Then again, they don’t mean to sound so harsh most of the time but end up doing so either way. Grumpy. Mean. Intimidating. A common descriptor from most people. But Guy wasn’t like most people. ‘Unless,’ they think, ‘That was just a lie you told yourself to believe in.’

Honey shuts the door behind them, leaving the building and the warmth of their partner.

The pain in their chest almost distracts them from the exhaustion currently catching up to their body after a long day. They can feel the telltale signs of a migraine coming as they rub their temples gingerly with one hand, the other guiding the steering wheel. ‘Damn, it started to rain too. What a great way to lighten the mood,’ they think bitterly. Their mind eventually goes back to the fight earlier.

“Of all the times you finally can act like you care for me, why now? Hm?”

They do care. They care for him so much it scares them . He knows that, right? Even if they groan at his flirtatious quips and innuendos or if they grumble at his (very creative) attempts to give them as many hugs and kisses as they would allow, he knows that that’s just how they are, right?

Maybe that wasn’t enough anymore. Maybe that never was enough to begin with. Maybe Guy finally realized he deserves better than an ill-tempered partner who doesn’t even know how to properly show any affection to their own fucking boyfriend.

A sharp car horn snaps them out of their thoughts. Shit, it’s a green light. They continue to drive until they see the familiar soft glow of a nearby 7-Eleven sign despite the persistent rain.

Honey's entrance was signaled with the chime of the bell above the glass door. It’s relatively empty save for what they recognize to be a few D.A.M.N. students buying some late-night study snacks. Walking through the aisles while the pop song they heard their partner hum before softly plays in the background, slowly but surely calming them down. Muscle memory makes Honey reach for Guy’s favorite snack and they wonder how he’s doing.

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Guy doesn't remember the last time he felt like this, but he’s always known his personality would bite him in the ass someday.

Sure, he and Honey had their disagreements, but they were all accompanied by playful slaps and teasing laughter. Never had it gotten to the point of an actual argument that caused them to spit such venom toward each other like the one they just had.

“I’m going out. I-I just can’t fucking do this right now.”

The door closes and Honey leaves, bringing the warmth of their shared apartment with them. Guy lets out a breath he didn’t know he was holding and starts to get to work. He wordlessly distracts himself by cleaning the living room—picking up stray plastic chip bags, vacuuming crumbs that settled on the cheap shag carpet, and fixing up the pillows on the couch that he’s been nesting on for the past few days while he works on the final draft of the project he was writing.

Piles of paper littered their second-hand coffee table. Every inch is covered in Post-it notes and wrinkled pieces of paper filled with ideas that he had haphazardly scribbled in an attempt to record them before it leaves his mind. Most of them, he recalls, are just random doodles of spirals and honeybees that he absentmindedly drew as he was typing away on his laptop. The spaces left exposed on the table were adorned with faded mug rings on the old dark oak wood.

He tries to compile them into a neater collection, pausing as he notices a doodle he made of his Honey. It was far from a masterpiece, but the cute cartoony style paired with heavily exaggerated furrowed brows in order to replicate their partner’s usual expression pulls a smile from his lips. There was even a jumbled-up line inside a small text bubble next to it to symbolize the adorable grumbles they always make.

Fuck, he misses them so fucking much.

A sudden wave of exhaustion almost makes him drop the stack of papers he’s holding and it dawns on him how much he really has been neglecting his own health for this project. The stress of trying to find a job where he can utilize his degree and finally get out of that godforsaken pizza place has been taking a toll on him. All Honey was trying to do was for him to take a break that he so desperately ( and, he embarrassingly admits, unknowingly ) needed. And he just treated it like some silly joke. Granted, it really was because he wasn’t used to being coddled after, but, it definitely wasn’t an excuse to dismiss their worries like that.

The guilt builds up in Guy’s throat like bile. He feels worse now, especially considering how much they struggle with expressing themselves like that to him in general, even if they don’t say it aloud.

He finishes cleaning up but the restlessness doesn’t leave him as time passes by with no word from his partner. Maybe this is it? Maybe he fucked it all up like always? Maybe they finally came to their senses and got fed up with him. It wasn’t uncommon for people to think he was a bit too much. Too chaotic, too irritating, too overwhelming. He ever minded those comments in the first place, but the thought of Honey possibly thinking like that too makes him sick.

It’s getting late and he can hear the rain outside get louder. The anxiety that has been settling in their stomach flares up. He reaches for his phone to message them before concluding they might not want to be bothered right now. Shit, he’s feeling a little sluggish.

Guy begrudgingly trudges to the wardrobe of their shared bedroom to get a change of clothes. He glances over as he pulls a familiar-looking hoodie from the hanger. Their double bed, adorned with a pizza plushie that Honey had given to him as a joke gift, was more inviting than usual. Maybe he should just take a rest and go to sleep.

No, no, no, they might want some space from that too. Guy wants to talk this out with them instead of sleeping it out. If this persists, he isn't sure how his poor heart could take it. He ultimately decides to go back to the couch, stay up, and (at the very least) greet them when they come back.

If they come back. God, please come back.

What if they don’t?

The thought felt like a mere whisper in his head but it left him numb. Guy's aware of his tendency to overthink but before he knew it, he was lying down on his side, hand clamped to his mouth as he forced his eyes shut. He lets out a quiet sniff. His breath hitches. Then he hears himself choke out a small sob.

Then another.

And another.

The dam breaks, his eyes water and he heaves as much air as he can into his lungs. It suddenly became a struggle to breathe and it definitely became a struggle to calm the ugly thoughts that plague his mind. Shaky, broken sobs fill the room, he cringes at how pathetic it sounds. He hates this. He hates this feeling. Just come back, I’m sorry.

After what felt like hours, his sniffles slowly died down. With heavy eyes and a heavier heart, he finds himself drowsy from all the crying. The hot tears streaming down his face had begun to dry, but, the warmth on his cheeks reminds him of his Honey and the thought of them finally lulls him to sleep.

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Honey returns, a little haggard but with a calmer mind. The drive around Dahlia and their quick run to the local convenience store definitely helped lighten their mood but the guilt still followed them around like a shadow. Shaky hands find their way to the lock of their shared apartment and Honey opens to a dim living room, with the forgotten hanging bulbs from the kitchen barely providing a sense of light. They noticed the place was tidier than they remembered.

It was eerily quiet, as well. The wrinkling sound of the paper bag that they were holding filled the room.

"Guy?" Fuck, they can hear their voice getting wobbly.

"I'm home. You there?" A shift from the room was all they heard accompanied by a sniffle. Honey suddenly becomes hyper-aware of the soft snores matching the rise and fall of a figure on the couch.

They couldn't really explain why their heart started to pound with their pulsating headache. Why they made a beeline inside their apartment. Why they started to get down on their knees in the living room despite the protests of their tired body. Why their chest sank deeper as they saw their partner all bundled up on their battered couch.

They don't miss the frown on his face and his tear-stained cheeks.

Fuck. Tears? Guy was crying?

Honey quietly (urgently) sets down the paper bag from their grasp and slowly places a hand on his shoulder, patting it ever so gently.

"H-hey? Guy, what are you doing over here?" They noticed how cold they felt to the touch and remembered their thermostat wasn't working that well. "It's freezing. You're freezing. "

After a few gentle pats and caresses (and reminders of how it's cold here, the bed is warm. Take it, please. ) Guy manages to blearily open his eyes, rubbing away the sleepiness and the few tears that managed to slip.

Cute. His eyes are so cute. Honey would have thought if their mind wasn't filled with thoughts and questions. Why was he sleeping on the couch? Was he waiting for me? He didn't need to do that. Why was he crying? Did he cry himself to sleep? Was it because of me?

Did I do this?

"Honey?" Guy's voice croaked and Honey's heart aches after hearing how hoarse it was. It aches a little more to see him smile at them despite the argument they had earlier.

"You're back…" he mumbles, slightly adjusting his body to prop himself up with his arm. He was wearing their hoodie again.

"Guy, why are you sleeping here? It's cold," they repeated, the worry in their tone becoming more and more evident.

This had Guy fully sitting up, giving his full attention to their Honey with a slight grin that was preparing to give out a smug reply before dropping his smile and deciding otherwise. If he noticed that their eyes were starting to get just as glassy as his, he didn't mention it. “I-I mean, you’re…mad, right? I thought you’d want some more space from me or something…”

“N-no! I mean, yeah, thank you for that but that doesn't—” Honey cuts themselves off with a groan. Why can’t I just say what I want to say? What do I even want to say? Guy immediately notices their partner’s frustration and sits down beside them.

“Hey, hey, it's okay. You’re okay, Honey,” he says with a reassuring smile and slowly raises his hand near their cheek, “Can I touch?”

Honey immediately nods, almost melting at Guy’s warm hands. The familiar calluses from working countless graveyard shifts and delivery jobs all over Dahlia for Max’s kept them grounded. They notice a newly formed bump on the ring finger of his dominant hand from the number of handwritten notes he’s been doing recently.

After a few moments of soft breaths and the sound of Guy's rough thumb gently gliding across their cheek, Honey let out a weak laugh but the words that followed were by no means a joke to them. “You’re so good for me.” Too good. I don’t deserve you.

It was Guy’s turn to let out a confused chuckle. He felt anything but good to them at the moment.

“What do you mean by that, hon?” He caresses their cheek and he forgets how much his chest hurts when his Honey leans into his touch. “Hey, c’mon. Do you…do you wanna talk about what happened?”

Honey nods once more. "I'm…I'm sorry," they choke out as if the words got caught up in their throat. Everything was overwhelming again. The sound of the remains of the rain, the ticks of the wall clock, and most of all, Guy's unwavering attention to them. They avoid his gaze.

"I know that…I'm…I dont have the most…pleasant attitude," The nervousness in their tone was obvious but the quick squeeze of their hand from their partner was enough for them to go on. "And I know that you didn’t mean that. About me…not caring,” They felt him give another squeeze, a bit tighter than the last. “Fuck, god knows you’ve put up with me long enough for me to know you wouldn’t mean that.”

Honey manages to finally look him in his eyes again, they think it's their favorite color. “I…I just don’t know why I act like this. Why can't I just…care for you in a normal way.”

“Oh, Honey…”

“I’m just so fucking sorry. I really, really care for you, please know that,” they sob out. Guy thinks he’s never seen them this vulnerable. His arms slowly circle and stop around their body as if he was waiting for their permission but Honey beats them to the embrace, burying their head on his chest. He knows they can hear his heart speed up.

“Hey, I know, I know,” The hands that were once on his partner's cheeks find their way to their back, rubbing circles and tracing shapes. “I’m really sorry for what I said too. The stress from work and writing these past few days is catching up but please don’t let that ever be an excuse for me to talk like that, especially to you and especially if it makes you think of all these lies.”

“And all this talk about…caring for me in the ‘normal’ way. Don’t say that.” Guy slowly pulls away to tilt his partner's chin up for their eyes to meet again. The way his Honey looked so distressed was a sight he decided he never wants to see again. “What matters is that I know you care and I want you to know that the way you show it is… fuck, I’ve never felt so cared for like this until you, Honey. Okay?”

“I’ll work…on not neglecting my health too. If it weren’t for you, I might’ve actually collapsed from exhaustion,” he adds, lips upturned into a sheepish smile. “So, thank you.”

Guy isn’t prepared for the way their Honey finally graced him with a soft smile. He’s had them laugh and grin at his…eccentric behavior before, but this smile held so much fondness and sincerity (directed towards him of all people! ) that made this moment all the more intimate.

I think I'm gonna have a fucking heart attack. He doesn't recall having butterflies for lunch but he definitely feels them flutter up and about in his ribcage. He wants to treasure this moment. He wants to treasure them.

Honey looks down, uncharacteristically flustered and Guy’s heart soars again. “Thank you,” they whispered. “For that.”

“Of course, Honey. Though, I must say,” he grins. “Although your methods of conveying your love for me are a bit… unconventional , you could say I’m on the more bizarre side, too. I guess we make a perfect match after all then, don't we?”

Honey snorts, a reaction that's endearingly familiar to him and he smirks even wider. “You’re so fucking stupid.”

“Well, for the record, if anybody here is fucking stupid, it would be you!” Guy shoots back, “Hi, hello, I’m stupid, by the way, ehh– Ow, ow, ow!”

The pair continues to laugh and banter at each other like before, but, as they comfortably settle down to cuddle on the couch, they both don’t miss the way the grip on their entangled hands tightened for the slightest bit.

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hope you enjoyed!! please let me know if i had any mistakes or just some feedback in general!! i kinda wanna continue doing these kinda stuff :DD

#redacted audio #redacted asmr #redactedverse #redacted guy #redacted honey #redacted fanfic #redacted guy/honey #angst #hurt/comfort #sten writes!#i enjoyed writing this a lot!!#eheuhuehd guy my silly goose i need him to cry (and get comforted after ofc)

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kaixserzz · 2 years ago

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i looked into the mirror today and i was like GODDAMN my eyebags are HORRIBLE holy shit 😭😭made me think about zandik so here :3 kinda sucks but i just needed to prep myself b4 i write smth longer and get through this state of mind 💀💀

dottore drabble x4 "eyebags"

during your days back at the akademiya, it was not uncommon for scholars and students alike to have sleepless nights for the sake of their own projects and research.

zandik was especially no exception, despite his research usually having nothing to do with the akademiya.

it was always you who would remind him to sleep, so he wouldn't pass out in the middle of writing on his desk or start stumbling as he walks. you seemed to care for his body more than he did himself.

but he'd listen to you anyway, no matter how much he thinks it would be a hindrance to his progress if he dared to sleep, take a break, or even eat. you always seem to manage to convince him into doing things you want (for his own good).

it's not like he could think straight in such a vulnerable state.

so zandik was surprised to see you passed out on the living room floor, with papers messily splayed all over the coffee table, and dirty plates with leftover food on the couch.

if it was him in the scene, you probably would've scolded him for messing up the living room and sleeping there, but as of late, zandik noticed that you've been way too busy. but he hasn't seen you pull all-nighters unless there were exams, or you were nearing a due date.

zandik took it upon himself to investigate, peering into the numerous papers laid on the wooden table and ultimately found out that some of these papers weren't even yours, or were a group project.

he clicked his tongue in annoyance.

without waking you, zandik picked up all the papers and organized them as neatly as possible, resisting the urge to rip them apart. it was your work after all, despite the papers having someone else's name in them. then, he cleaned the dishes you'd left from your midnight snacks.

when you groaned and started blinking blearily awake, zandik gently pushed you back onto the couch, mumbling something about sleeping more.

and when you refused, he glared at you with a huff. "sometimes, your kindness could be such a curse," he remarks as he watched you shakily sit up, yawning, "you look horrible."

ignoring his comment as you stretched your body, noticing the clean living room. you gave a knowing smile to zandik, to which he just scoffed at.

you almost flinched at the sudden touch of his hands on your face, cupping your cheeks soothingly as he stared into your eyes. the fog of sleepiness hasn't been fully cleared from your mind, and you find yourself melting in his hands, sighing blissfully.

his thumbs pressed on the flesh beneath your eyes, and his right eye twitched. "you have big eyebags."

at that, you let out a noise, offended at his words, as you quickly sobered up from your sleepy state and glared halfheartedly at him. your hands found themselves on his face and lightly pinched his cheeks.

"like you're one to talk!" you pouted at him, "you're the one sleeping 2 hours everyday if i don't tell you to sleep!"

"i do not care much of what you do," he quickly lied, and you rolled your eyes, "but i will not stand for your idiocy to do everything yourself." zandik hissed, not noticing how his brewing anger made him dig his nails onto your jawline.

but it wasn't painful, considering how gentle he was whenever he holds you. though, you could tell he was genuinely upset. why were you letting others take advantage of you? he hates it, and you know he will do something about it sooner or later.

your chest felt warm knowing that he cares so much about you.

so you just sighed and grabbed him by his arms, before falling back onto the couch.

zandik yelps as he lands onto your body, and before he could process what you did, you had your arms wrapped around his torso, successfully trapping him. "what are you doing?" he glares at you again, elbows on the both sides of your head, propping himself upwards to not crush you.

"let's sleep a bit more," you cooed, pulling him to you, using all his strength to deny his squirming. you let him lay atop your body, arms refusing to let him go.

zandik flushed at the closeness, struggling to think coherently as your hot breath fanned against his neck. he felt the hairs on his arms stand when you spoke against his skin.

"we're both tired, so let's sleep,"

zandik scowled, but he let himself be comfortable against your body. he couldn't help but breathe in your scent as he buried his face in your chest, slowly growing content in this position. the feeling of your hand rubbing his head in all the right places is slowly lulling him to sleep once more.

"...fine," he relented with a grumble, "just this once, only because you're an idiot who needs a teddy bear to sleep."

you laughed lightly, before kissing him on the cheek. "thanks for looking out for me,"

"whatever..."

ugh, how is he going to sleep when you make his heart pound crazily against his ribcage?

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fmajorenthusiast · 1 month ago

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What is the night routine of Rocky Horror characters? (IF they find a way to sleep) :D?

thanks 😋

I LOVE IT SO MUCH THANK YOUUU!!!!

Frank: Frank makes a dramatic show of going to bed, like dramatically going around whilst "elegantly" taking off all of his jewelry- Sometimes this is because he's looking for a bang, other times he just wants to feel pretty. After that game is done, he'll lock the door, brush his teeth, and check on his makeup situation. I know that this is a common headcanon that I'm about to subscribe to, (at least I know of one of my friends having it,) but he flat out sleeps with that makeup on. He will however check to see that he doesn't need to change or redo any features. He then falls asleep to the sounds of whatever movie he's feeling that night! He always tries to sleep in something cozy and fashionable

Brad: Brad always starts things out by showering. He'll then change into his PJs, grab himself a glass of water, and make sure to clean his glasses before crashing. However, he always needs to do so again in the morning because they're somehow foggy again right when he wakes up! He has no idea why and neither does Janet!

Janet: Janet will always get a fragrance in the air before falling asleep. It helps her calm down, and then she'll also read some! Afterwards, she'll put her book and flashlight under her pillow and then fall asleep. Brad has on occasion woken up to her squealing over Jane Austen leads!

Riff Raff: This poor man... basically, he's thrilled if Frank doesn't tell him to pound coffee and pull an all-nighter. His face lights up like a kid on Christmas Day. He'll all but throw himself through the nightly necessities, spring into his PJs, (he's fucking thrilled to get that hunch off of his back,) and crash face first into bed. Unless he and or Magenta have decided to find somebody to bang (they'll go to a spare room for the night then) or are having a sleepover with Columbia, they share a room. Magenta will often help him by turning on some soothing music and stroking his head. She'll also steal some Junior Mints for him to snack on since Frank doesn't like to feed him a whole lot! She can hide them really easy and he likes them a lot. It's all very sweet!!!

Magenta: Magenta washes her makeup off, engages in a nightly indulgence of her choosing. She'll either get herself a treat, read a chapter of a book, watch a movie, or if this is in Transylvania and she still has the tech, get into a slap fight on the Transylvanian equivalent of Reddit! (That's her favorite thing to do) and if it's one of Riff's all nighters, she sleeps like a vampire. Like, straight on her back with her arms crossed over her chest. She just finds it comfy, but also hilarious!

Columbia: While washing her face, Columbia always checks her roots to see if any brown is growing in and she needs to take time for another hair coloring process soon. If she just sees fire engine red, then she heads into bed where she takes time to do some crafting, drawing, or writing music. She's learned to do the latter of those things quietly, even though she write rock music, because everyone in the castle was begging her to stop waking them up at that point!

Eddie: Columbia practically had to force Eddie to brush his teeth and shower, and he still only does it if he's spending the night with her. Eddie has an important ritual that he does every night called "did I destroy all the evidence?" In which he retraces his steps to make sure that he's not gonna get found out for the last crime he committed. This strategy has helped him get away with things multiple times!!!

Doctor Scott: Doctor Scott rereads the happy parts of the newspaper, and a favorite part of his from whatever happy novel he's feeling! One of his favorites to reread is the happy ending in a Christmas Carol before dozing off! He'll always brush his teeth first, so he can just keep going until he's tired!

Rocky: Everyone in the castle takes turns singing Rocky three lullabies and reading him three bedtime stories! Rocky makes sure he's super comfy and then falls right asleep!!! He can't really pick a favorite because he's just kind of in that stage of life where all he cares about is how you tell the story or sing the song. Not what it actually is. Sometimes they'll put him through a bath, too!

The Criminologist: The Criminologist brushes his teeth and then takes something in his work that he finds interesting to sleep. A current case or an unsolved one! He doesn't actually make any decisions bc he's only half conscious, though!!!!

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dudadragneel · 9 months ago

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Hey guys! It's me!

How are you?

Here's another original (that might've been a request or not....) fic for you guys!

I hope you enjoy 💜

(the title idea is a courtesy of @tafeekafee 💜)

I HATE TO ADMIT IT

SKZ Code was a fun content to shoot, it was work either way but at least they had fun. However that didn't mean they weren't tired sometimes when they had to record it and it also didn't mean they didn't suffer, like when Felix almost boiled inside a sauna.

This time they were driving to a rented house, after recording the first segment, on the countryside of Korea and split into two teams in separate cars: Lee Know, Felix, I.N and Hyunjin & Bangchan, Changbin, Han and Seungmin.

In Chan's car, he volunteered to be the driver and Lee Know in the other. The ride to the house wasn't supposed to be long, since it was located at a place not so far from where they departed. But things weren't gonna go smoothly.

A FEW HOURS BEFORE

Chan had woken up tired, which is normal given his position as leader and producer and how their schedules were far from being healthy ones, but this time he was way more tired than usual. He went to bed early and slept some good 8 hours straight, a given in his case, but he woke up feeling like he had pulled an all nighter.

His body was immensely tired and heavy, he was seriously believing he wouldn't be able to get up from the bed. But he needed to, there was no escaping their schedule, unless it was something really serious, which didn't seem to be the case.

He managed to sit up on the bed and contemplated for a while, every fiber of his being was telling him to stay home and rest but he didn't have much of a choice.

He just sat there, mind racing with countless thoughts and that heavy feeling all over his body.

A knock on the door broke his trance and brought him back to earth.

- Hyung? Are you up?

- Yes. I'll be out in a minute.

That familiar voice belonged to Seungmin who had gotten up early and decided that his mission would be waking up the others.

The leader continued to contemplate his life decisions for a few seconds before he forced himself out of the bed to have breakfast and get ready to leave.

Something deep inside his mind told him today wasn't going to be easy.

After eating breakfast and getting ready, the kids left to go record another episode of SKZ Code and while some were excited, Chan was worrying about what might happen to him.

BACK TO THE CAR

Han and Seungmin were in the back chatting and eating some snacks they got on the way to the house while Changbin was on the passenger's seat next to Chan.

The leader was smiling and let out a laugh every once in a while at the kids's antics.

Everything seemed to be going well, or so he thought.

That weird feeling of exhaustion he felt earlier at the dorm, had worsened a bit while recording and now it reached a level of being almost unbearable.

The chatting inside the car went from being enjoyable to annoying his increasingly worse headache. He didn't want to ask the boys to keep quiet so he was content with only turning down the music, which was a mistake on his part as it caught the boys' attention.

- Hyung? Why did you turn down the music?

Changbin said with a cute face and pouting at him.

Chan couldn't help but chuckle a bit at his dongsaeng's cuteness but decided to answer without revealing much.

- Sorry, my head is hurting a bit, that's all.

- Are you okay?

Han asked getting up from his seat so that he could get close to the older ones along with Seungmin.

- Yes. It's just a mild headache, don't worry.

- Okay.

Han answered going back to his seat and getting comfortable again.

- Sorry, hyung. Let's keep it down boys.

Changbin said looking at the others.

But what Chan said was a complete lie. He wasn't fine, it wasn't just a mild headache. His whole body was feeling heavy, since morning, and now to top it off there was a headache and a feeling of nausea building up in his stomach, at a rate faster than he'd hoped.

The road to the house seemed to have gotten long in the past few minutes and the pavement wasn't in its best conditions, there were wholes all around which was making it rather bumpy and that was the worst combo for Chan's headache and nausea.

At each bump, the car would jump a little and Chan's stomach was doing the same, everything he ate for breakfast and during recording was jumping around and turning inside of him, like a washing machine.

A certain turn on the road made the car hit a big bump and jump harder than before and if Felix was in that car, they'd be worried sick for his back because it would definitely had hurt. That movement earned painful "ow"s from everyone inside that car and Chan started to feel that it might've just been the last straw for him.

- Sorry guys, I didn't see it.

He said with a pained smile looking at the backseat from the rear view mirror and then at Changbin.

- It's okay, hyung. But this road is awful. How much longer until we reach the house?

- Not long, I hope.

Chan said with the same pained smile that quickly turned into a frown when he felt an air bubble coming up his throat. He muffled the upcoming burp but it left a foul acid taste in his mouth and that started to trigger everything.

While still trying to focus on the road, his stomach was now swirling around and he could feel it doing so, as if it was a bag full of liquid spinning around and making an awful gurgling sound.

He was almost sure the boys could hear it over their chatting.

Another air bubble made its way up but surprisingly, or not, it brought a bit of reflux as well, which caught him off guard. He brought a hand to his mouth to muffle the burp and when he felt the reflux he quickly suppressed a gag. Crisis averted, or so he thought because he didn't notice that the expression he made wasn't subtle at all.

- Hyung? Are you okay?

- Hm? Y-yes. It's just some reflux, I guess.

- Do you want some water?

- No, it's okay.

He did want water to get rid of the taste in his mouth but he knew that drinking it right now would be the worst idea.

Unfortunately, that gag was in fact the last straw because after it, his stomach was in complete turmoil, all the food sloshing around making him feel miserable and the nausea increasingly worse.

Out of instinct he brought a hand to his stomach pressing a bit and then rubbing it, trying to ease the growing discomfort.

But it wasn't helping and it definitely wasn't going to get better.

His whole body started signaling that things were gonna get bad pretty soon. A cold sweat took over him, he felt hot and cold at the same time, there was sweat dripping down his back.

He couldn't see it but he was sure the color had completely drained from his face and he'd guess his complexion was pale with dark circles under his eyes.

His breath was a bit shaky as well and he tried to control it but wasn't being successful.

Then his stomach cramped and started churning as well, the nausea hitting an unbearable level.

It wasn't a matter of "if" he was gonna throw up but "when".

And his stomach answered that impending question quite quickly.

A harsh cramp made it contract and send liquid up his chest, he could feel it coming but he was driving, he couldn't stop now.

When he felt it at his throat he started to swallow convulsively and clenched the steering wheel for dear life, he couldn't risk throwing up right now so he tried his best to keep on swallowing and he did it until his mouth was red and numb and his eyes were watery.

The feeling of relieve that washed over him when he managed to swallow it down was soon taken over by a strong feeling of dread. Because he knew he wouldn't be able to hold it in one more time.

His stomach contracted again, once more shooting up its contents, making them rush up his chest and throat. He gagged dryly and covered his mouth to suppress another one and that caught Changbin's attention.

- Hyung? What's wrong?

He asked with a voice full of worry turning to face his leader.

Chan couldn't really answer, he was afraid that if he opened his mouth he was gonna throw up, somehow he was holding onto to a last thin thread of hope that he wouldn't.

But he knew that wouldn't be the case and he would put their lives in danger if he insisted on driving while feeling sick like this.

And before he could even try to say something, his body spoke for him.

Chan still had his mouth covered when another gag broke through him and this time he couldn't stop it, he felt his mouth fill with vomit.

Thankfully Changbin was quick to react and grabbed his jacket that was on his lap and placed it under Chan's mouth just in time for the vomit to escape though his fingers soiling the piece of clothing.

- Oh my god, hyung. Stop the car.

Changbin said grabbing the steering wheel as well and guiding the car to a shoulder that, thankfully was only a few meters away.

As soon as the car came to a stop, Chan opened the door and leaned forward as a thick stream of partially digested food gushed out of him, hitting the ground with a sickening sound and unfortunately getting a bit on the door frame as well.

Changbin got out of his seat and made his way to the older boy, while Han and Seungmin just watched in shock.

- Aigoo, hyung. What's going on?

- I don't know...

Chan answered with a raspy voice and getting out of the car.

- I wasn't fe-

He tried to elaborate but was cut off by a gag that brought up more stomach content, hurting his throat in the process.

- Woah. Take it easy hyung.

Changbin said rubbing Chan's back as he proceeded to puke his breakfast and lunch onto the pavement.

- I'm sorry... I wasn't fe- I wasn't feeling well.

- Since when?

- Since morning. I woke up feeling strange, like, too tired.

- Why didn't you tell us?

- I didn't want to worry you guys or affect the shooting.

- Don't do that again, hyung.

- Okay-

Another harsh gag made him bend over again as another bout of vomit mixed with the putrid puddle on the ground.

- Aigoo~ that's it, hyung, get everything out.

Changbin reassured still rubbing Chan's back as his stomach continued to empty itself.

The two younger ones decided to call Lee Know to explain the situation while Changbin took care of Chan.

- Hyung, we just called Lee Know-hyung to tell what happened. He said he'll talk to the staff and will be waiting for us at the house.

- Okay. Thank you. Can you get me some water?

Seungmin looked for a water bottle inside his backpack, while Han recoiled a bit.

Seungmin noticed the strange behavior and after giving Changbin the water bottle he turned his attention to Han.

The young rapper had been nursing an annoying stomach ache since the recording and he had told the others about it, so Seungmin knew exactly where this was going.

- Hyung? Are you okay?

- No, I feel sick...I'm think I'm gonna throw up

- Oh.

The vocalist was taken aback for a moment but reacted quickly getting out of the car as well to stay by Han's side.

The sick boy kneeled down and dry heaved a few times before a productive gag brought up the food he ate during recording.

Seungmin kept patting his back and holding his hoodie back to prevent vomit from getting on it.

Han spat out a few times before throwing up again but he felt empty rather quickly.

- Here, drink this. Are you feeling better now?

- Yeah, thanks. My stomach was already hurting and seeing Chan-hyung throwing up didn't help.

He spat out a mouthful of water and got back into the car, trying to get into a comfortable position, given that his stomach was still hurting although he didn't feel nauseous anymore.

On the other side, Chan was still puking his guts out, while Changbin rubbed and patted his back trying to help his hyung.

- That's it, hyung. You're doing good.

A wet burp brought another wave of vomit making him sway forward but Changbin steadied him and guided him to kneel down.

- Damn it.

Chan cursed under his breath and then broke into a coughing fit that triggered his stomach again which now brought up stomach juice and a few pieces of food.

- Hyung, you'll hurt your throat if you keep this up. Why don't you lean back a bit and try to take deep breaths?

Chan sat down on the floor, leaning his back on the car and taking a few deep breaths. It worked, the nausea was still there but he wasn't feeling the urge to vomit, or at least not as strong as before.

- Here, drink some water.

- Thanks. I'm sorry for soiling your jacket.

- Oh don't worry about it. I can wash it later or you can give me another one.

Changbin joked, earning a chuckle from his leader.

A light breeze blew for a few minutes and Chan took that moment to try to calm himself down. He really wanted to lie down on a comfy bed but he didn't want to get inside the car when the probability of him vomiting again was still a bit high.

After a few minutes, the nausea hit a bearable level, bearable enough to last the rest of the trip to the house.

- Do you think you're good to go?

- Yeah. Can you help me up?

- Sure.

Changbin helped Chan stand up and waited a few seconds to see if the oldest would feel dizzy or sick again.

- You good?

- Yes. Let's go. Han also needs to rest.

Chan heard his first stray kid being sick at the same time as him so he knew the boy also wanted to rest. A long drive wouldn't do good for neither of them.

Changbin would be the one driving, while Chan would try to keep everything under control for the remaining minutes to the house.

Halfway through the drive, Chan started to feel nauseous again and Changbin noticed because the oldest was fidgeting in his seat and clenching his fists.

- Feeling sick again, hyung?

- yeah...a little.

- You can hold my hand if that'll make you feel a little more comfortable. Plus it feels weird if I don't hold something while driving.

- Thanks.

Chan did accept the offer, why try dealing with that alone when he had his dongsaeng there to help him?

Thankfully the rest of the ride had Chan controlling the urge and squeezing Changbin's hand from time to time but no other vomiting episode.

As soon as they arrived, he went straight into the bathroom and then directly to bed.

Since Lee Know and the others arrived earlier, they talked with the staff about Chan's condition and decided to have him sit out the rest of the recording and told him he could join them later if he felt better, but if not, there wouldn't be a problem.

While in other situations, the boys would test his patience during recording, they knew when to take things seriously. So they took turns to check on him between breaks and made sure to not make too much noise, without succeeding 100%.

Chan managed to rest, even though he could hear the ruckus downstairs.

Even if he was tired and sick, seeing the kids have fun always made him feel happy.

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en-vyious · 2 years ago

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Hey can you do head canons with Damon, Mark, Wolfgang, and Ulysses were their s/o is like a motive for killing

I’m not exactly sure I did it correctly, but here you go!

Killings, Motives, Love

Damon; Mark; Wolfgang; Ulysses x Reader (separate)

You/Your Pronouns, KM=Killing Motive.

Established Relationship

Side note: The motive in Damon’s section applies to each section.

Summary: You’re the brightest light in their life, what will they do when it’s put at risk? How far will they go? There’s only one way to find out.

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Damon Maitsu With KM!Reader

When he hears the news that if you’re killed, five people may be released from this killing game, his first instinct is to protect you.

And while he does want everyone to escape, he values your life above everyone else’s.

He’s always staying in your room or by your side, worried someone would break in.

Constantly has his hand on your shoulder or around your waist.

And on the very few times he isn’t by your side. He’s always watching anyone who dares to walk to you. Rushing over to pull you away if he thinks your in danger.

Whenever you two hold hands, you can see that he’s clutching it harder than usual.

Sometimes, you do lightly tap his shoulder when he’s doing too much, and then he slowly takes his hand off you.

“I’m sorry, Y/n..but I care about you way too much to lose you.”

Mark Berskii With KM!Reader

Holds your hand so hard sometimes that it turns red-

If you request some time alone, he will reluctantly but respectfully give it to you.

Makes relaxing beats in order to calm either of you down.

If his cuddles weren’t tight before, they were definitely tight now.

You may have to tell him to loosen his grip!

Needs a ton of reassurance before letting you go on your own.

He still keeps an eye on you to make sure you’re safe though!

“You are my lover, and I can’t ever imagine losing you…so please, stay with me.”

Wolfgang Akire With KM!Reader

His mindset has been set on bringing justice to everything. But he can’t ever imagine a world without you in it.

When you two are alone, he triple checks if the doors are locked.

Can only leave you alone for two minutes before he’s running to you. (To make sure you’re safe, and so he can spend more time with you!)

Kisses you with more fervor, treating every kiss like it’s the last one he’ll experience with you.

Is willing to sacrifice himself in order to make sure you stay alive.

Occasionally, when you two are alone, you may find him silently crying over the fact that you two may not escape together.

“We’ll be fine..I hope. I’ll do my best to protect you…”

Ulysses Wilhelm With KM!Reader

He already has a terrible sleep schedule, he’ll be pulling all nighters consistently without your help!

It’s the one thing that he thinks about at night, only your cuddles are able to soothe his mind.

Never breaks up apart from you, ever! (Unless you’re in the bathroom, I’m which you get your privacy!)

He looks at you sometimes and just cries softly, knowing that the chances that you’ll be here forever are very slim..

Has recurring nightmares of leaving you for a few seconds only to come back and find your corpse lying on the ground.

“Y/n…don’t leave me..I beg you, if I have to go through hell and back in order to be with you I’ll go through it.”

I’m so sorry that this took so long! I’ve been very unmotivated and so this has taken so long..unfortunately other requests will probably take just as much time so please be patient!

All in all, I hope you have a good day, and take care of yourself!

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oddinary4bts · 1 year ago

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Yes been waiting for this fic!! Pls post the teaser 🥹

Mkay I'll post it here :)))))

☆pairing: older brother's best friend!Jungkook x female!reader

☆rating: 18+ (minors DNI)

☆genre: older brother's best friend!au, college!au, smut, angst, fluff (mostly just smut-ish in this teaser)

☆warnings: mentions of the Incident, talks of masturbation

☆word count: 692

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Jungkook switches game to Smash, not saying anything else. It seems the conversation is over, and you watch him play a match as you sip your beer, slower than the other one. It makes you realize that you don’t usually hang out with Jungkook, and you reckon you have nothing to tell him.

There’s usually always a buffer between the two of you, be it Taehyung or Jimin.

“How have your midterms been going?” he asks all of a sudden, right as you watch his character being thrown out of the screen.

“Huh,” you let out. “It’s been okay,” you admit. “Just stressful, and a lot of studying.”

He glances at your beer. “Sorry for interrupting your studying tonight.”

“Nah, all good,” you reassure him. “I needed a break. I pulled an all-nighter last night.”

He throws you a disapproving look that makes you shrug your shoulders as if to say ‘it’s whatever’. He doesn’t comment anything though, waiting until his match ends to speak again.

“You shouldn’t pull all-nighters, they’re bad for your health.”

“It’s fine,” you insist. “I had a midterm this morning, didn’t really have a choice.”

He pulls at his piercing, nodding once. “Fair enough. What are you doing still up though?”

Right on cue, you yawn again. “I’m going to head to bed soon,” you admit. “But I took a nap this afternoon and I always struggle with sleeping after.”

“Pretty sure you’ve got a little friend that can help you with that.”

Your mouth falls open in surprise, but Jungkook’s attention is focused on the screen as another match begins.

“Excuse me?”

“Unless you just use your fingers?” he teases. “How do you touch yourself, peach?”

“Jungkook, shut the fuck up,” you warn.

Though his words have arousal build up inside of you, and you clench your thighs together instinctively.

“Just do whatever you did the other night,” he says, and you know he’s referring to the Incident. “You’ll sleep well after.”

You shake your head in disbelief. “You’re so crass.”

“Yet you’re still sitting next to me.”

You watch his profile, and your eyes fall to the ink on his arm. His forearm flexes as he uses the controller, and you force yourself to look at the screen.

“I’m just finishing my beer.”

He glances at you once, and you think you could drown in the darkness in his eyes. His gaze is gone too fast for you to do just that, but you still feel your pulse racing.

“Relax, peach,” he tells you, voice suddenly husky. It has the opposite effect of making you relax, and you wet your lips as he continues, “Masturbating is only human. You shouldn’t be ashamed of it.”

“Still don’t think I should be discussing that with you,” you say after a few seconds of electric current swimming in your blood.

He chuckles manly. “Fair enough. I’m sorry if I made you uncomfortable.”

In truth, he did quite the opposite, but you don’t have it in you to tell him. You don’t want to tell him, don’t want to encourage his behaviour when it feels like danger in its purest form.

“All good,” you say, and you’re aware you sound breathless. As a matter of fact, you are breathless, and you know Jungkook heard it too. Know that the look he throws you is filled with lust, sinfully so, and you know you need to leave this room.

He’s your brother’s best friend after all.

“I’m…” you trail off. He nods once to encourage you to continue, gaze still burning on you even though that means he’s losing his game. “I’m going to go to bed now.”

He glances at your beer. “You’re done with that?”

He’s a little shit. He’s a little shit and he clearly knows it.

“I’ll finish it in my room.”

His tongue darts out to play with his piercing as his big doe eyes narrow. “Alright. Good night, peach.”

You nod once, and you get up from the couch. The blanket falls from your legs, and you’re all too aware of how he’s looking at you, as if he’s about to devour you.

“Good night.”

#let me know what you guys think #i wanna start hyping this baby up #bc gosh #i think you'll love it #this jungkook is a MENACE #i need to find a name lmao #jungkook #also yes he does call her peach #you'll learn why eventually :))

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jake-whatthefisgoingon-kiszka · 5 days ago

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Ok we’ve reached a turning point. (This was always meant to happen so don’t yell at me). Please read the warnings and tags

Pairing: Sam Kiszka X Danny Wagner *slash

Warnings and tags: 18+ only this story is not for minors, as far as smut goes there’s just a brief make out scene, themes of lying, themes of dependency, coping with death, fear/depression/anxiety the usual for these guys, depictions of violence, character death, vampire!AU

Word count: 4.2k

“Wow, it’s looking great out here” Sam offered his compliments as he stood at the edge of the back patio, smelly garbage bag in hand trying to get to the dumpster to throw it. Danny and Josh had been outside all night, making headway on the list of mandatory repairs the fire department had given. He had never seen his oldest brother wield a hammer before, but Josh looked like a natural as he swung the tool and hit his nail head on securing the new board to the support beams. “It looks so different out here with that light fixed too”.

“We should be done by tomorrow, at least with this part” Danny replied, wiping his hands off on his jeans and waiting for Sam to toss the trash before catching him in a hug on his way back. “How’s work been?”

“Boring” Sam answered, impulsively wrapping his arms around Danny’s waist and leaning in for a kiss. “Wish I was out here with you instead”.

“If you were I don’t think any work would be getting done” Josh chimed in on their little conversation. He abandoned his hammer to pour himself another glass of water, finishing the entire stainless steel pitcher they’d brought from inside. A thought crossed his mind as he drank from his sweaty glass, he hadn’t seen Danny take a single drink since they’d started, and yet he looked like the labor hadn’t been a bother one bit. Josh on the other hand was a sticky sweaty mess, even in the nighttime the thick humid east Texas air was trying to smother him the longer they stayed outside.

“Well I’ll have you know, I handled managing tonight perfectly well… There was a small fire in the kitchen but Terry put it out before anything happened-” Sam rushed through trying to get to the end of his last sentence before Josh cut him off.

“A what?!” He choked on his water.

“The receipt paper at the register got stuck again. He came to help and when he got back the end of a towel had caught fire. He threw it in the sink before anything happened. No big deal”.

“Jesus fucking Christ” Josh covered his face with his hands, trying to cool his face with the condensation from the glass then rubbed his temples in an attempt to keep the headache he felt creeping up away. “At least if the whole place burns down then I can just be done with it all, right?”

“Hey if it's arson you wanted I can call our cousin” Sam offered as a joke.

“Colton? I thought he was in jail?” Josh curiously replied, his mind already half-way taken off the incident in the kitchen.

“I think he got out. He was calling around asking for a place to stay”.

“And you told him no right?” And just like that there he was again, full big brother mode Josh back in action.

“Course I did. Don’t want to have to get my DVD player out of the pawn shop again”.

“Speaking of” Danny quietly spoke into Sam’s ear. “When your shift is over do you want to have a movie date again? I want to see what you pick this time”.

If Sam was to be honest with him he might suggest another night. He was so tired, especially since he'd just finished running everything himself during the Monday dinner rush after a near all nighter. But Sam did still want to talk to Danny about that anyway. He hadn’t been able to find the right time while at work to bring it up, so unless he wanted to put it off some more that time would have to be tonight when they got back to his trailer. “Sure” he pulled on a soft smile, one that didn’t reach his sore eyes, but Danny leaned over and gave him one more quick peck to the lips before he headed back inside to finish his closing duties.

The hesitation Danny had carried before was clearly gone now as he held Sam in his lap on the couch again, a movie neither of them were really interested in playing in the background ignored as Danny painted kisses across Sam’s neck and collar. Sam wasn’t against it, this was exactly what he wanted after all. To be loved by Danny, night after night, that’s all he could ask for. Only as the minutes rolled on and it grew later and later and their make out session was interrupted by a long wide yawn that he couldn’t fight any longer pulling Sam’s lips apart.

“Are you tired?” Danny pulled back, really looking at Sam and finally noticing how truly worn out he was. “Oh Sam,” he cupped his cheek tenderly, internally scolding himself for not seeing sooner. He felt selfish, but it had been a while since he’d spent so much time with a human that he’d forgotten how hard it must be on Sam to keep staying up with him. “Let’s get you to bed, hmm?”

“Actually,” Sam slid off of Danny’s lap, electing instead to simply sit next to him on the couch. “There’s something I wanted to talk to you about”.

Danny took a deep steadying breath. He had no idea what it was Sam wanted to say, but he did know that he needed to come clean about a few things now before Sam found out on his own. Knowing Sam like he was sure he did, finding out on his own would not be the best course of action. “Yeah, I need to talk to you too”.

Sam raised a brow, his nerves bubbling up in his stomach until Danny reached over and placed a comforting hand on his thigh. “You go first” Danny suggested, giving him a kind sort of smile that showed he didn’t want this to be a bad talk, and that helped calm Sam a bit.

“Well I woke up today, alone, and I’d had this amazing dream where you and I were having a picnic together. We lived at your house, or well I think it was your house but it was all fixed up already”. Sam had spent all day rehearsing in his head how this talk would go, what he’d say, every possible combination of responses Danny could give him and how he’d react. In the moment though all semblance of composure he had went out the window and he just let his emotions spill out. “I know it's silly to feel upset about something that isn’t real, but I can’t help it. Sneaking out in the mornings just so I can get a few more hours of sleep in my own bed, it's just not worth it…”

Danny started to feel his own panic now. What was Sam trying to say? That he wasn’t worth the sleepless nights? Did Sam’s dream wake him up to realizing he’d agreed to something he didn’t truly want when Danny had asked to be his boyfriend? His hand on Sam’s thigh unconsciously tightened, and Sam reached down to turn it over and thread their fingers together.

“So, what I’m asking is” Sam continued, drawing closer to Danny as he licked his lips nervously, still tasting the faint yet recognizable taste of Danny’s lips on his own. “Can I stay with you? It doesn’t have to be every night. Maybe just the ones where I don’t have to work the next day. Is that alright?”

In a huff, all the trapped air that Danny had been holding in trying to not interrupt Sam came out along with his worry. “You want to stay with me? Underground?”

“I know I was a little weary at first, but I’m sure you’ve made it at least a little comfortable down there” Sam forced a laugh, watching as every shade of expression flashed across Danny’s face. From fear, to relief, to something else entirely.

“That’s also kind of what I need to talk to you about. You see, I’m in a bit of trouble”. Danny’s brows furrowed and he avoided eye contact so Sam couldn’t see how sorry he was that he hadn’t said anything sooner. “I came here to lay low. Thought it was safe, no one really knows this is my hometown, but I guess that was just wishful thinking… These assholes, they are resourceful”.

“I’m sorry,” Sam let Danny’s hand go, raising both of his into the air to get him to pause. “There’s people after you?”

“Not people,” Danny corrected flatly. “Other vampires, bad ones”.

As smart as Sam was he was quickly putting two and two together, that random visit from Danny’s ‘friend’ last night never having settled with him. “So that Dave guy was here to warn you?”

Danny looked up, nodding slightly while still feeling like the worst boyfriend ever - and he’d only had one day to fuck it up. “I think it might be best if you did stay with me for a while. Just until I make sure there's nothing to worry about”.

Sam needed more details, but he was almost too scared to ask. This changed a lot. He’d come into this talk wanting to be closer to Danny and now he was learning that he had to stay with Danny for his own safety.

Does Danny even really want me, or is he just doing this because there’s no other choice?

Those were the thoughts that were racing through Sam’s mind as he tried to make sense of it all. “So these ‘bad vampires’… who are they? Why are they after you?”

“I’ll tell you everything you want to know”. Danny assured Sam. He hoped being open and up front with him now would help salvage any shred of trust Sam might still have for him. “It is late though, why don’t you pack a few things before we leave?”

So this really was happening, right now. It didn’t feel real even as Sam silently stuffed extra shirts and pants, his toothbrush, and a few changes of underwear into an old brown duffle bag. Danny picked up the bag for him, carrying it back out of the bedroom while Sam lingered behind for a few moments to himself.

He glanced around his room, a bit of a mess like it always was, but specifically catered to his own comfort after years of it only being him living here alone. Reaching up Sam flicked off the light switch, everything left inside falling into darkness just like his life unknowingly had the moment Danny sat in that booth at the bar.

Danny’s room in the cellar wasn’t as creepy and uninhabitable as Sam had previously expected it to be from facing it on the outside. In fact, it looked like what any angsty teenager's room would look like if they got the go to move into their parent’s basement. A little small and stuffy, especially since there were no windows, but there was a bed fully made, a nightstand, and a small bookshelf loaded with novels of all shapes and sizes and in various states of disrepair.

“Sometimes I wake up during the day and can’t go back to sleep. It’s not like I can really go anywhere, so I read” Danny explained as he watched Sam run his fingers across the spines. Sam landed on a particularly old and tattered book, pulling it free and turning it over in his hands to study the faded cover. “That one was my fathers. I found it in the bottom of a closet upstairs. I remember him reading it by the fireplace before I left. Never got to ask him if it was any good”.

“Well, is it?” Sam felt like he was speaking again for the first time in hours, though it had only been about thirty or so minutes since they had left his home in exchange for this dark cold place.

“Don’t know” Danny shrugged, beginning to pull the blankets back on the bed so hopefully Sam would follow suit and come lay down. “I haven’t been able to bring myself to read it yet. It’s kind of the last thing I have to remember him by”.

Sam glanced down at the black leather watch he still wore around his wrist and immediately knew exactly where Danny was coming from. That’s why the watch had sat untouched in the top of his closet for so long. He felt like if he started to wear it, make it his own, then he’d have to accept the fact that his dad really was gone.

With the book still in hand Sam turned on his heel and made his way over to the bed. He set the book down on the nightstand where either of them could easily reach over and pick it back up, and laid his head down on the pillow facing Danny.

Danny turned onto his side too, meeting Sam’s tired gaze with a look of sympathy. “I wish it were under different circumstances, but I’m really glad you’re here” he spoke quietly. There were only about four or so inches separating them now, but without his arms wrapped lovingly around him Danny felt like Sam might as well have stayed back in his own bed.

“Daniel?” Sam’s own voice was just as soft, maybe even a little softer but Danny didn’t have any trouble hearing him. “Should I be frightened?”

With a long shaky inhale Danny rolled onto his back again, staring up at the ceiling colored a pale blue due to the small lights he kept on so it wouldn’t be pitch black down here. “I want to say no, because I will do everything in my power to protect you, but I don't really know what to tell you. The vampires who are after me, they are a group of elitists who believe they’re better than humans. They have no regard for life other than to take what they want without remorse. They’re so far removed from the ghosts of their humanity that if given the chance they’ll kill and won’t feel a thing”.

“Where do you fit in? Were you a part of this group before?” Even if Danny had kept this hidden until now, deep down Sam knew he was better than that, but he still had to ask for the sake of his own sanity as he lay in bed with a man he realized he still didn’t really know.

Danny rolled back over, braving slipping his hand through the sheets to grip at Sam’s waist. “No Sam, never” he asserted, the conviction in his voice carrying deep into his eyes as he searched Sam’s to make sure he believed him. “I was part of a sympathizer group. They caught word of what we were doing and started tracking us down. We split up to throw them off our tracks. That’s when I decided to lay low for a while. Try to live a somewhat normal life in the meantime”.

“So you came home?” Sam inched closer, letting one of his hands rest on Danny’s pillow next to his face - though he really wanted to cup his cheek and tell him everything was going to be alright. He didn’t know that for sure, and from his perspective there wasn’t anything he could even do to help.

“And I met you” Danny added, solidifying in Sam’s mind that Danny could just pick up and run again, but instead he was choosing to stay here. Danny was choosing to stay with him.

“From here on out no secrets between us. I’ve told you every dirty detail of my life, I don’t want to be kept in the dark about yours”.

“No secrets. I promise”. Closing the remaining gap between their bodies Danny pulled Sam against his chest, cradling him there in his embrace until eventually Sam’s racing thoughts slowed and he fell asleep with Danny’s last words still echoing in his head.

I promise.

When Sam woke up hours later he had to practically force his way out from underneath Danny’s arms. He’d had this fantasy that waking up next to his boyfriend would be all rose colored hearts and warmth spreading in his chest, but the reality of the situation was much different. Danny laid behind on the bed, no indication that anyone had even joined him in sleep except for the small space left on the right side where Sam had been.

He remembered on the way over last night how Danny had tried to explain that the way vampires slept was different from humans, but it was an experience actually seeing it for the first time.

“I just don’t want to creep you out when you see me” Danny had warned him as they descended the steep steps into the cellar. “I might look a little… lifeless”.

Sam had expected Danny to have exaggerated a bit, but he really hadn’t. As he lay in the bed, not even moving a single muscle while Sam quietly got ready for the day, Danny did look odd. Not quite dead, but not quite alive either.

With extra special caution, Sam slipped out the makeshift bedroom door that was used as an extra layer of precaution, and into the open cellar. He made his way back up the stairs squinting as the afternoon sun blinded him after having spent so much time hiding from it. Or really hiding from some unknown ‘bad guys’ that Sam had no idea what they even looked like, how many of them were there, when they were coming…

“How was class today?” Jake asked after they’d finished eating their sandwiches on the picnic table outside the ER.

“I ahhh, skipped today” Sam replied with a lick of extra spicy vegan-mayo off his thumb.

“What? Why?” Jake pressed, a confused and slightly concerned look spreading across his face. Sam had never been an excellent student, despite how smart he was, but he thought his younger brother had grown out of that reckless attitude by now.

To change the subject Sam turned the questioning around. “How do you manage working the night shift? Doesn’t it get difficult pulling all nighters back to back?”

Jake shot Sam an unimpressed look for ignoring him, but took another dorito out of his chip bag and crunched it between his teeth before answering. “It was hard at first sure, but your body gets used to it after a while. I’m on night two, just worked a double shift and I’m about to get off in-” he turned his hand over, checking the small slim watch affixed to his wrist. “Oh an hour, hour and a half. I’m waiting for Melaina to get out of surgery”.

“Melaina?” That was a new one Sam hadn’t heard before.

Jake smiled his devious cat-line grin, and washed his last bites down with a pull from his water bottle. “She’s the scrub nurse who was on call this morning. Hunting accident. You wouldn’t believe it, a guy took an arrow to his chest. They’re still trying to pull it out right now. She’s sending me updates”. He pulled out his phone and showed Sam a picture of a large burly man laying on their hospital's rickety surgical table, his chest cut apart with an arrow lodged right into the pectoral muscle.

“Gross! What the hell!” Sam scrunched up his nose and looked away, shaking his head as Jake looked at the picture one more time before shoving his phone back into his scrubs pocket. “Why doesn’t Josh give you a hard time about sleeping around?”

Jake stood and patted Sam on the shoulder then gathered up his trash to take back inside with him, leaving Sam with a simple explanation. “Because I am tasteful brother”.

If you could call every available nurse within a fifty mile radius tasteful, sure. Sam thought to himself, wondering how Jake even got on with his work while carrying such a reputation. He didn’t have the proof, but Sam was even suspicious that Jake had taken another male nurse home with him at least once by the way Josh had described what he’d been woken up to.

“Maybe one day you’ll grow up to be just like me, but not if you keep ditching class”.

“Right, whatever” Sam rolled his eyes and began to wrap up the half of his sandwich he was saving for later.

“How’s Danny by the way? You two still doing good?”

“Great, he’s great” Sam bit the inside of his cheek to keep himself from saying anymore. The last thing he needed right now was Jake running his mouth to Josh when everyone was currently on good terms. “He should be coming by tonight to help Josh again”.

“Alright well tell the both of them I said hi. Not sure if I’ll make it home before he heads up there”.

“Jake!” Sam called out to his brother just before he disappeared back through the automatic sliding doors. “Be safe, ok?”

After running a few errands, which included stopping by the school to pick up some make-up work and getting a long scolding by his favorite professor, Sam took his stack of assignments with him to work hoping to sit in Josh’s office and get some of it done before they got busy. He made his way through the front door with his head hung low as he b-lined to the back, not wanting to talk to anyone right now. When he reached the office he gripped the handle but the knob didn’t turn.

What the? Josh’s office was never locked unless he was closing up for the night. Sure he was here for his shift early, but he hadn’t expected to beat Josh. Sam set his things down by the door and went to inspect who all was actually here. Terry was the only other employee who had a key to the front door, so Sam knew he must be around somewhere.

“Hey!” He called through the window and his cook friend did indeed pop out from the walk-in with a few heavy boxes in his arms. Sam ran around so he could help, taking a few of the smaller condiment boxes from off the top and placing them on the large stainless countertop. “Have you heard from Josh?”

“I was going to ask you the same thing” Terry replied, wiping a small bead of sweat from his brow with his sleeve and pulling out a pocket knife to start opening the boxes. “He didn’t say anything to you about being late toady?”

“No, he didn’t…” Sam’s voice trailed off as a sense of dread washed over him. Josh was known for not arriving anywhere at the time he said he’d be there, but something about this felt different. Maybe it was because he was on high alert since the talk with Danny last night, but he’d only felt this feeling once before. When they’d gotten the call that their parents were at the hospital. Something was wrong. “I’m going to go check on him. Will you be alright until I get back?”

Terry sighed, looking around at all the chairs in the dining room still turned over on the tables and all of the prep he still needed to do in the kitchen.

“I’ll call Diane to come in early too, ok?” With a nod from Terry, Sam dialed Diane’s phone number hoping she would pick up. Three rings in and she answered, agreeing to come in and help. Before putting his phone away Sam also sent a text to Danny. There were still a few hours until sundown, but at least if anything had happened Danny would know when he woke up where to find him.

Sam arrived at his parents house, or well his brothers house within record time. Everything looked normal from the curb but as he got closer the knot in his stomach tightened when he saw the front door was just barely cracked open. Maybe he was doing yard work and lost track of time? Sam was coming up with every explanation he could to keep himself calm as he crossed the threshold and called out his brother’s name.

There was no response, so instead of trying again Sam walked through the house quietly, passing from room to room seeing nothing out of place but a few lamps left on. When he made it to the dining room he finally found evidence that someone had even been home at some point. An empty glass of wine knocked over with the last sip of burgundy red liquid spilled onto the table cloth. The stain looked dried, so it had to have been there for a while. He continued on, but before he could round the corner to the kitchen his foot slipped on something that at first glance he thought was more wine, only it wasn’t.

“Josh?!” Sam called out frantically this time, rushing into the kitchen now where he saw the person in question collapsed onto the linoleum floor in a pool of blood. He fell to his knees, unphased by the room-temperature blood soaking into his pants as he carefully cradled his brother’s head in his lap. “Josh, wake up!” With rusty-red smeared on his fingers Sam tapped on Josh’s pale cheek trying to bring him back to consciousness. “Open your eyes Josh! Please!” Limply Josh’s head rolled over on Sam’s thigh, exposing a large gash on the side of his throat and Sam knew.

Whatever had happened, whenever this had happened, it was because of him. And if Josh never woke up, he’d never be able to forgive himself for it.

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angelosearch · 6 months ago

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Congratulations on finishing Chaos Theory! To celebrate this happy occasion and all of your works thus far, I chose ten random lines from your stories to see how well you know your own writing. 😉

Who said the line and which fic is it from?

As a bonus, please give us a fun fact or favorite memory about each fic!

"It's been a privilege cooking with you today." "How about you come live with me?" "Please forgive me, Rinoa said this wasn't your style but… I guess I was just being a little selfish." "Do you like Behemoth burgers or are you more of a Thrustaevis wings kind of guy?" "You told me to stop you if you did this again." "I just want this moment. I don't need to know what happens in the next one." "She gets some hot dog before I do? Seriously?!" "You will fix my Rinoa under the threat of death!" "That's why I have to get Chickenwuss off my squad!" "You know I care about you, right?"

This is... LITERALLY THE COOLEST ASK I HAVE EVER RECEIVED!!!! thank you so much 😭 I am so excited to play this game!! Let's see...

"It's been a privilege cooking with you today."

The Weiner Takes it All! These are the lunch ladies in Balamb Garden sadly packing up the hot dogs, per Squall's orders during the Garden Battle. I cry-laughed writing this scene in particular. One of my favorite forms of humor is taking very silly things absurdly seriously and this part of the fic was definitely that!

"How about you come live with me?"

This took me a minute but I think it's from Eyes of the Storm? If it is, Rinoa said this line! That fic remains my favorite of my works. I started writing it as a 5k AU... and then it got three times as long. WHOOPS. I wrote most of it in 4 days and actually pulled two (nonconsecutive) all-nighters working on it because it had that tight of a hold on me.

*goes through the rest of these and comes back*

Wait. WAIT. No, this has to be from The Ballad of Ma Dincht! This is what Muadine says to Zell when she decides to adopt him. 😭❤️ Honestly, I forget about this fic a lot! Not because I dislike it or anything, but it was a very quick piece to write and I published a lot of other stuff around the same time. BUT writing this definitely got me interested in all the other SeeDs adoption (or lack there of) stories. Just more projects I want to tackle.

"Please forgive me, Rinoa said this wasn't your style but… I guess I was just being a little selfish."

This is from August 23, and the line is said by Ellone. I really didn't think I'd have time to write Squall something for his birthday, but this one struck me at the last moment! I guess the fun fact here is that I looked back in my developmental psychology textbook to make sure his characterization at each age made sense.

"Do you like Behemoth burgers or are you more of a Thrustaevis wings kind of guy?"

Haha, awww! A Laguna and Squall bonding moment from A New Beginning! This fic is a Star Wars and FFVIII mashup. I remember watching the last episode of Star Wars: The Bad Batch on Father's Day and thinking that Star Wars is all about family/parents/legacy. Then I was like WAIT FATHER SON FIC WITH SQUALL AND LAGUNA AND STAR WARS LET'S GO!!! I tried really hard to get chapter 1 done that same day but I think I posted a few hours after Father's Day.

"You told me to stop you if you did this again."

Chaos Theory: Rewind, and this is Xu, admonishing Quistis (or who she thinks is Quistis 😏) for being with Seifer. This fic is a spin-off of Chaos Theory entirely following Quistis's perspective. Rewind was supposed to be just a chapter of Chaos Theory but it got too long!

"I just want this moment. I don't need to know what happens in the next one."

Oh damn, I'm not sure! This is a classic Rinoa line, so classic I feel like she could have said this in most of my fics! I feel like it's likely Chaos Theory or Eyes of the Storm. Okay, I think I'm leaning toward Eyes of the Storm, but an earlier quote was that and I don't think you'd repeat fics... UNLESS THE QUOTE I ASSOCIATED WITH EYES OF THE STORM WAS WRONG!!! *goes to correct*

Lmao I already gave a fun fact about Eyes of the Storm but I'll give another one: Rinoa's library job is based on my own experience working in my college's library. I worked there for two and a half years as a circulation desk assistant and then manager, and also as a helper at the research help desk. (Gotta say, learning how to use those research databases to assist other students was a great skill to learn and it's so useful to me now.)

Particularly, there was an instance when I was working as an overnight manager and when I woke up at 3 am to go to my shift, I had an email saying campus was closed due to snow. Now, I went to school in Ithaca, NY, and that place never closed for weather. This was a SERIOUS snow. And because the campus was closed, the library should be closed... but it wasn't. I hiked across campus in at least 2 feet of snow which was still falling. I remember feeling like a Yukon explorer or something, muddling through in the small hours of the morning. When I got to the library, the stairs to the entrance were nothing but a mound and I had to climb it. I had to get the few straggler students to leave and lock up the place... and then, hike back to my apartment and go to sleep at 5 am. I think they reopened campus at noon.

ANYWAY, in Eyes of the Storm Rinoa contends with snow storms while working at the library, something I have very specific experience with 😆

"She gets some hot dog before I do? Seriously?!"

100% Angelo Reverse! Zell is complaining because sad Squall gave the last of his hot dog to sad Angelo as they are both worrying about Rinoa in a coma in the beginning of disc 3. Angelo Reverse is one of my faves because it has so much of my dogs in it ❤️ a lot of Angelo's more playful interactions with Squall are based on how my husband plays with our dog, Duey.

"You will fix my Rinoa under the threat of death!"

Heeheehee, Balamb Harbor Playhouse! Stage!Squall is threatening Stage!Odine in Stage!Esthar, and Squall is in the audience, mortified. I think this was my third fic I published and it was my first try at an all-humor approach. It's the FFVIII version of Ember Island Players (Avatar the Last Airbender). I wrote this fic in a day and I was laughing to myself the entire time.

"That's why I have to get Chickenwuss off my squad!"

Ah, Final Fantasy VIII: The Musical! Seifer is singing the "Gaston part" of the song introducing Squall, which is based on "Belle"! "Look there he goes that guy is cold, no question. / Mean and distant, that’s not all: / Never part of any crowd, / Yet he is strong and proud. / No denying he’s a funny guy, that Squall." Originally the first song in this fic was going to be Selphie singing a version of "I Think I'm Going to Like it Here" from Annie but I decided Squall needed top billing, even though he's not going to sing himself for awhile...

I haven't added anything to this in a long time but I promise you it lives in my head rent free. I have a playlist with all my planned songs and a whole doc outlining it and several songs later in the plot written and ready. I just need to be in a certain mood to work on it!

"You know I care about you, right?"

Quistis trying to talk Seifer down in the Chapter (I want to say 7?) "Live From Timber" in Chaos Theory! In the Chaos Theory timeline, Quistis and Seifer come together because Squall isn't there! Seifer is lonely and lost without his rival, and the feelings Quistis has for Squall in the game sort of shift to Seifer without him there.

Well, there it is! How'd I do? I didn't look at anything but my list of titles... hopefully I got it right! Thanks for this fun trip down memory lane ❤️

#answered asks #fanfiction #ffviii chaos theory

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