#BANGING MY HEAD ON THE WALL. WHY DID I PICK THIS LIFE

[littencloud9]

i am so painfully behind on all my schoolwork so i am forbidding myself from coming online and i will only do my work until the bsd chapter drops. bless 🙏

[leebitofficial]

spoiled it

hyunjin x reader, fluff - wc: 566

barging into the studio, you’re shakily greeted by a confused christopher bang.

“where is hwang hyunjin?” you ask sternly.

“i- i don’t know… probably in the practice room across the hall…” he replies, a bit disoriented after your sudden burst through the door.

you thank him before quickly leaving, forgetting to close the door behind you. chan grumbles as he gets up to close it himself.

opening the door to the practice room, you immediately lock eyes with your lover through the mirrors on the surrounding walls.

“y/n? you’re supposed to be home resting by now, what are you doing here?” he questions, quickly standing from where he was sitting on the floor to greet you.

“don’t be mad.” you hesitate.

“why would i be?” he replies.

“well… you know how we were gonna wait until the baby’s born to know whether it’s-”

“y/n! don’t tell me you spoiled it!” he interrupts.

“i’m sorry! i swear it was an accident!” you exclaim.

“don’t tell me! i don’t wanna know!” he tells you, putting his face in his hand and turning away from you.

“hyunjin… i know you wanna know.” you tease, creeping up behind him as he remains facing away from you.

“you’re right… i do wanna know… but i’m still mad.” your boyfriend sighs, turning to face you once again.

he remains still, his head tilted downward with his dark hair in his face. you kiss his pout away, brushing his soft hair from his forehead. he instinctively wraps his arms around your middle.

“tell me.” he speaks amongst the silence.

“i thought you didn’t want me to?” you tease again.

“y/n… you’re not gonna be able to keep it from me for two more months. you might as well tell me now.” he huffs.

“i know, i know.” you reply as you continue to brush your fingers through his hair.

“she’s already given me lots of attitude, and people always say first born daughters are most like their fathers, so i had my suspicions.” you whisper as if there were anyone else in the room.

at first he doesn’t say anything, processing what has to be the second most life-altering news he’s ever heard (the first being when you’d told him you were pregnant at all. it was all very unexpected considering you hadn’t even made plans for marriage yet).

your delivery of the news may have seemed a bit backhanded in a way, yet hyunjin thought it was the sweetest thing he’d ever heard.

“it wasn’t an accident, was it?” he asks softly.

you give a weary laugh. “i couldn’t help myself.”

“i think we were both gonna break at some point anyways.” he giggles.

as the news settles, hyunjin’s eyes brim with tears that threaten to spill. he doesn’t know how to express his excitement so he’s resorted to this.

“i can already tell she’s gonna be such a daddy’s girl.” you tell him.

that broke him. he whines, tears beginning to fall as you pull him close. it's ironic that he's the emotional one right now, considering you're very pregnant and always moody, and he's always the one to comfort you.

if he’s honest, he was hoping for a baby girl. he was hoping that one day he could pick flowers with her, dress her up, keep her as his lock screen, dance with her, draw with her, laugh with her. and the answer to his hopes was handed to him on a silver platter.

then chan walks in, confused as ever.

“what the hell did you do to him?”

[omega-e123]

Aftermath of this. Shadow’s prequel here

Immediately you hauled your ass home after the incident. What have you done?! Okay, back up. Somehow you caught Shadow off guard. Somehow you kissed the ultimate life form. Smooched! Pecked!

Then he disappeared. Of course he did. Why wouldn’t he? This was a breach of personal space! But it also felt like he was returning the gesture. No, you must have been imagining it.

The awkward situation has you pulling on your hair in distress.. There is no way you could face him now. Flee the country. Change your name.

You hug the flowers close to your heart. At least.. he was thinking of you. If only you didn’t pull that move, maybe things could have slightly gone back to the way things were. It’s too late.

After being placed in a vase, your eyes study each and every individual flower. How you wish you could thank him for them. These particular flowers feel awfully familiar.. You can’t place your finger on it but it’s on the tip of your tongue.

In order to relax and calm your mind, you decided to take a long nap. Hopefully when you wake up, it was all just a dream. Climbing into bed, you bury yourself under the blankets and silence your phone. Sleep over takes you in an instant.

The sound of your doorbell ringing over and over pulls you from your slumber. It felt as though you slept a thousand years. When you pick up your phone to check it, it flash bangs you in the dark of the room. It was the middle of the night.

Your doorbell stopped ringing on your way over to the front door. You rub your eyes as you answer it, ready to give whoever was there or even the empty air a good yelling.

It opens and is slammed shut right after. What is he doing here? The day definitely was not a dream.

He bangs on the wood, “Open up.” An exasperated sigh leaves you. This guy is not going to give up. If Shadow really wanted to, he could have chaos controlled into your home by now.

You open the door just a crack, enough to see him. He’s leaning against the wall with his arms crossed. Locking eyes, he shifts his gaze away. After moving the door further open, he says, “Walk with me.”

While you rush to put on your shoes, Shadow is waiting patiently and watching your every move. Strange. You expected him to have left you behind to catch up.

‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾

On the way to the park, it was filled with awkward silence. Not a single cough, squeak, or word between the two of you. Night air cools your burning cheeks while walking side by side. Eventually you both spot a bench to rest at, overseeing the wide grassy area. The sky ever clear as the stars above twinkle.

Shadow allows you to sit first before taking a seat right next to you. Leaning forward, his fingers intertwine, opting to stare at them rather than you. Likewise, you pick a random tree to observe.

“I’m,” he pauses, unsure where to begin, “sorry I left without a word. These kinds of things, I’m not good at.”

“I thought you’d hate me after doing something like that to you,” you reply in the softest whisper. A wry smile appears on your face.

His head snaps up to look at you. Eyes widen in shock. He instantly protests, “No, I could never!” Placing a hand over his chest, he continues speaking, “I wouldn’t— couldn’t lose another person dear to me.”

Your breath hitches. You did hear that clearly right? Shadow considered you dear to him? Important?

You can feel his intense gaze on you. At the moment, you don’t have the courage to look him in the eye. “That’s.. a relief to hear. I also need to apologize.”

“For?”

“Avoiding you for so long and making you worry. You really didn’t do anything wrong, Shad. I let my feelings for you get in the way”

“Hmph. Consider it accepted once you realize what a fool you’ve been,” he says plainly. There was no bite in his words, rather a hint of playfulness.

What? You turn to him, absolutely astonished, “I’m sorry?”

Shadow leans against the back of the bench, arm over it. His other palm covering his face. He groans, “So you really haven’t noticed. Looks like I owe that damn bat fifty bucks.” His hand drags down to cover his mouth, “I noticed so many people eyeing you. A disgusting feeling constantly clung to my chest. Instinctively I kept myself physically closer to you. When I asked Rouge about it, that’s when...” Shadow trails off, not wanting to elaborate further.

So this whole time… You two were pining for each other, completely clueless that the feelings were mutual. The thought of it forced a laugh out.

“What’s so funny?”

“That’s why you had such a stink face glaring off in the distance!”

An exhausted sigh was his only response.

It feels a bit mean, but you couldn’t help but smile. You take a moment to look up at the stars. All of the tension dissipates into the air. How beautiful… Sort of reminds you of— ah! That’s why the flowers were so familiar. They’re the same ones at that field you and Shadow gazed at. He remembered. How thoughtful of him. You didn’t take him the type. Goes to show how much this whole ordeal flew over both of your heads.

Now that the air has been cleared, what next?

…

“Hey Shadow?”

“Mm.”

“You said you haven’t had much experience,” you begin.”

“Correct.”

You reach out to hold his hand before laying your head on his shoulder. “Can the ultimate life form handle a date?”

He gazes down at you, thinking about his next words: “If it’s with you, I have no doubt.”

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

[letstalkaboutshtufff]

In another life pt 2

Pairing: Satoru Gojo x Reader

Summary: A visit to Nanami and trip down memory lane

Warnings: Language and suggestive themes but only a bit lol

Part 3

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A/N: was so overwhelmed by the amount of love I received for part one!! Thank you all so much for the support😭🩵

“This is definitely a first” Nanamis gaze travelled up and down your body.

You shuffled uncomfortably from your place on the couch. Gojo stood leaning on the wall behind you.

“Yeah I’ve been hearing that a lot today..” you sighed.

“Hmm, well from what I know. This curse has been known to travel through dimensions, which is why he’s been so hard to catch in the past. He disappeared several years ago after somehow escaping from a seal. Looks like he ended up in your universe.”

“That makes sense, it was only a couple years ago he appeared and Satoru subdued him. A couple months ago he told me he found some weird residual energy on the seal but otherwise everything was ok… I guess the theory of the spy was correct but…” you brought a hand to your chin.

“Go on” he encouraged.

“We placed three seals on them. There’s no way an amateur broke through them… I wonder if he has any clue on who it could be...”

BZZT BZZT BZZT

“Another call?” Gojo tilted his head forward.

You picked up the phone and read “Weird Bangs” well speak of the devil!

“Nope just a text.”

-Hey you ok? Satoru just told me what happened. Don’t worry, we’re investigating as we speak. We’ll have you home in no time.

You smiled warmly and replied,

-Thanks Sugu, I have complete faith in you two. And don’t worry I’m ok.

“Anything important?”

“Not really, Sugu was just checking in. By the way, is he on a mission or something? I haven’t sensed your version of him yet. Unless you don’t have a version of him which would be honestly so weird since I swear you two are like your own couple..”

Little did you know the room had gone from warm to freezing cold.

“What did you just say…”

“Huh?” You tensed seeing the mood was a bit off now.

“Wait…don’t tell me he’s…dead?” Instant dread washed over you.

“No..he’s very much alive…” (excuse me while I change the timeline a little)

“Then what’s-“ you tilted your head.

“Nanami, what can you tell us about the curse transporting other people?”

You blinked at his sudden change in topic.

“Honestly nothing.” Your shoulders slumped.

“Really?”

“Yes but I promise I’ll do everything in my power to ensure you get home safely”.

“Thanks Nanami…” you tried not to feel to sad, after all you had so many people working hard to figure it out.

“Well it’s getting late, why don’t we continue this tommorow, Nanami you’ll reach out if you find anything yeah?”

He nodded, “I’ll dig into some of the old archives, and let you know what I find.”

“Thank you Nanami” you smiled and followed gojo out of the room.

“So what now?” The sun had set and you realized that for the first time in years you were not going to sleep in your own bed, cuddled next to your husband.

“Well… I could take you to one of the spare dorms here but considering the curse is still out there I think it’s best if you stick with me”

“So back to your place?” Haha that takes you back.

“That ok with you?”

“Mhmm” not like I’m used to anything else but being with you…

“Ok then, hang on” he touched your shoulder and suddenly you were transported to a place that smelled like fresh linen and his cologne.

“Oh wow this takes me back” you flicked on the light and took in the old place.

Gojo raised a brow that you seemed to know your way around.

“I take it you’ve been here before?”

You nodded fondly while taking in the place once again, “yeah, we spent so much time here back while we were dating…I lived in a really crappy apartment that you had to bend down in.” You laugh at the memory.

You turn to look out the floorlength window and promptly scream.

“AHH is that me!?!? Have I looked like this all day!?!” You could barely see your skin it was covered in dirt and grime from the previous fight and your hair was basically inviting birds to make it their home.

“I need to shower…” ah crap I didn’t think to stop and get clothes.

“I’ll find you some clothes… the shower is over the-“ but you were already beelining towards the bathroom eagerly to wash the filth off of you.

“Right you already know… so weird” he crossed his arms.

The second the steaming water hit your body you sighed in relief. It took a good 15 minutes for the water to run clear.

Using his body wash sure took you back to the days you’d sleep over. Those days were some of the best of your life. Watching movies late into the night, eating junk food, making out, falling asleep tangled together…

You shut your eyes before the tears could come.

No, none of that, you had the best and strongest people on the case. You’d be home soon, so let’s think of this as a weird mini vacation.

After your shower you dried yourself off and peeked into the bedroom where the door connected to. Sure enough you found a set of his pjs on the bed.

His shirt engulfed you, looking more like a dress. You thought for a moment to forgo the pants but realized you probably shouldn’t go pantless and underwearless around new Gojo.

Once you were decent you stepped outside into the main living space.

A delicious aroma immediately invaded your senses.

Wait… no fricken way!?

“You cook!?!?”

“Huh?” Gojo paused to look back over his shoulder. “Of course I cook… does your Gojo not?”

“He- he tried once but burnt everything… and anyway I’m home way more so I usually do the cooking..”

“Well I hope you like seafood, I haven’t gone shopping yet so there wasn’t really many options.”

He turned back to the stove to continue stirring.

You sat on one of the counter barstools and watched him in awe.

He even has the towel thrown over his shoulder and everything...

“So tell me about other Gojo. How did you guys meet?”

“Well… actually it’s kind of embarrassing…”

“Oh well now I have to know”

“Well I was jogging by this old elementary school and this curse popped out. It was so cute tho it looked like a super fluffy puppy. And then suddenly you popped in, ready to blast it to smithereens when I jumped in front and defended it….” He paused his stirring and looked over at you again.

“Yeah I know.. it was crazy but the curse really wasn’t that bad. So anyway I picked it up and started running away from you…”

“Pfft seriously?”

“Yeah… you should’ve seen your face haha. I made it about 10 steps before you warped in front of me”

*Flashback*

“Uh listen lady, that thing your holding is very dangerous so it’s best if you-“

“No way!”

“Huh?”

“No way, he’s just a little baby, he hasn’t hurt anyone!” You hugged the curse tight to your body and for some reason the curse seemed… relaxed?

“Lady… it’s a curse.. we can’t exactly just leave it to roam free..”

“Well then….”you thought for a moment..

“I’ll keep it!”

“You’ll keep it…” he repeated to himself in disbelief

“Mhm hm” you nodded.

“Uh…” he watched you snuggle the curse closer and the curse for whatever bizarre reason seemed content.

“It hasn’t hurt anyone has it?”

“Not that I’m aware of..”

“Then it’s settled! I’m keeping him.”

“Uh…”

“Don’t worry, I have some skill in exorcizing curses if anything goes wrong but it won’t will it little cutie?” You rubbed under its chin and it started to purr.

“Ok so you’re serious…uh well here’s my number… in case he decides to turn murdery and you can’t handle him”

You smile and hand him your phone, when he hands it back you glance down and let out a little gasp.

He smirked, you must’ve realized who he was now.

“You have the same screensaver as me! I love that show!!”

Oh

“Haha well it is a good show, even if the heroine sucks.”

“What- what did you just say?! She’s the best one!”

“No way, if you ask me the best friend should be in the spotlight.”

“That snobby bitch? No way” you made a face.

“Snobby? I see it as confidence.”

“You must’ve gotten knocked in the head too many times by a curse..”

“Well it doesn’t really matter, I think she’s gonna take that job in the next episode.”

“Wait you think so? As much as I hate her, she makes the story interesting.”

“Yeah I-“ BZZZT BZZZT BZZZT

“Ah sorry hold on”

You watched him turn and take the call. Looking at him now, even without seeing his eyes you could tell he was good looking.

“Sorry, duty calls. Make sure to call me if…that thing suddenly decides to eat you ok?”

“I will, thanks”

He whooshed away and you looked down at your phone.

Satoru Gojo….

Oh my god

No fucking way…

He had the same name as your favorite book character! What a small world…

“Alright cutie, let’s get you home. I wonder what you eat?”

*End flashback*

“Don’t tell me you still have that thing?”

“That thing has a name and his name is cutie. And to this day he hasn’t hurt a fly! Well actually that’s a lie because he does eat all the bugs around the house.. but other than that he’s harmless. He does chew the furniture though..” awe I hope he’s ok..

“You’re a little strange you know that?”

“You’re one to talk..”

“Hey, you shouldn’t insult the hand that feeds you.”

“You’re right sorry chef” you bowed jokingly then went to grab plates to set the table.

“Oh I hope you don’t mind me touching stuff.” You retracted your hand afraid he might get upset.

“Be my guest.” He waved nonchalantly.

Ten minutes later you were sat across each other.

“Oh lemme grab some drinks” he stood up and disappeared into the kitchen again.

You nodded and began plating your dish and his. His having three times the portion like usual.

Gojo came back and sat down with his mouth slightly open.

You realized your mistake and felt heat rise to your cheeks. “S-sorry it- I did that out of habit. Didn’t mean to make you feel weird..”

“It’s fine it’ll just take some getting used to is all…” he smirked and dug in.

“Thank you for the meal.” You twirled your fork around the shrimp and pasta and took a bite.

Oh

Oh

Oh hell no

“Something wrong?”

“Satoru this is amazing… like really really amazing”

“Glad you like it”

“No but seriously this is so good…Why can’t my version do this??”

You took another bite and swooned, maybe you’d leave your version for this one…

BZZT BZZT BZZT

“Oh it’s you! Well other you..”

“Satoru?”

“Hey babe you doing alright?”

“Yeah, I’m alright… we met with Nanami earlier, he said he’s going to do some more research and let us know if he finds anything..”

“Same here, Suguru and I are tracking the curse down but it’ll take a little bit of time, he’s a slippery one that’s for sure”

“Mm, sorry for putting everyone through this trouble…”

“Don’t worry, I have plenty of ways you can make it up to me later”

“Ah geez I need to stop putting you on speaker..”

“You’re not alone? It’s pretty late..”

“Yeah well other you thought it would be best to keep me close for safety reasons. I’m here at the old penthouse actually.”

“….”

“Toru?”

“You’re with other me?”

You blinked. “Uh yes?“

“Hey other me!”

You tilt the phone closer to this Gojo so he can hear better.

“Uh yes?”

“I know it’s tempting but no canoodling my girl alright?”

“S-satoru!”

“Not even a little touch, I mean it.”

“Satoru what are you talking about?! I just met the guy!”

“And? Do you remember how I was back then?”

“Well...” yeah a manwhore..

“Oh yeah and another word of advice, no girls over to the place. She gets suuuuuuper jealous, one time she even told our pet to attack and-“

“I did not! That was-!-you know that was an accident!”

“Mhmm sure”

“You know cutie feeds off my feelings, I didn’t tell him to bite her arm!”

“Of course sweetheart of course..”

“You- what about that time you hijacked my date!”

“That was purely coincidental, I was in the area.”

“Sure you were…”

“Anywhoooooo, did you take your meds?”

“Y-yeah”

“Liar”

“Hey make sure she gets those pills, she’ll faint without them and I don’t need her falling into anyone else’s arms”

“S-satoru good night already, I’ll talk to you later…”

“Alright sorry, you know I worry. Night baby, don’t feel too lonely without me”

*click*

“Ugh annoying jerk” you words didn’t match your soft tone.

Gojo leaned back in his chair and scanned your form.

Did he? Did a version of him really fall in love and settle down. You were certainly beautiful but he’d been with a lot of beautiful women.. did your strength draw his attention? He supposed he hasn’t seen you fight yet, maybe he would fix that soon..

“Oh uh sorry you had to hear all that again, I hope it’s not too weird”

“Well I’m not gonna lie and say it’s normal but..”

You smiled and brought another forkful to your mouth.

“Thank you for everything, really… you don’t even know me and you’re doing all this..”

“Well hey don’t worry about it, any alter ego/universe me’s wife is a friend of mine”

“Heh thanks” glad to know all Gojos humor are the same across universes.

After dinner you helped clean up and were lounging on the couch while Gojo went to shower.

He wouldn’t mind if you turned on the tv right?

So far this Gojo was 99.8 percent a carbon copy of yours so no he wouldn’t mind.. plus tonight the new episode of “Wishing I was yours” was airing and you couldn’t miss it..

And that’s how Gojo found you 20 minutes later, arms wrapped around your knees cuddling a pillow, tearful eyes glued to the TV screen.

‘No! No you can’t leave me. You can’t give up after everything we’ve been through’

‘Forgive me my love, you’ll have to continue this journey without me…’

‘No! I need you!!’

‘I’m only going to put you in danger… it has to be this way… I’m sorry’

‘Noooooooooooooooo!’

How can she watch this crap…

Gojo made his presence known and stepped in front of the couch.

“Oh hey, I-i hope it was ok that I- ah no don’t go!!” Your focus was quickly redirected back to the gripping scene. You groaned when the credits rolled.

“Dammit you were right about the ending…now I have to do that thing… ugh” you mumbled into the pillow.

Gojo couldn’t help but be curious what that thing was but stayed quiet.

“Don’t tell me that I actually watch this kind of stuff?”

He sat on the other end of the couch watching as you paused the tv and turned towards him.

“Well not at first but we worked out a deal, every week we watch one of my picks and one of your picks… but ugh you always choose the scariest stuff…”

“Better than unrealistic lovey dovey crap…”

“Unrealistic?? Says the one who spouts the most corniest lines 24/7”

The title screen for another episode started playing and he swiftly grabbed the remote.

“Allow me to show you what true cinema is.”

Uh oh, you had a bad feeling about this..

1 hour later

“Ah no way no way no way” Gojo smirked watching how you hid behind a pillow shaking like a leaf.

“Oh come on, it’s not even the scary part yet…”

“Liar! Ew ew ew I accidentally looked again”

“Human snake vs Octogator is a masterpiece , you’re insulting one of the greatest films of all time!”

“You just chose this because you knew it would scare me!”

“Lady I barely know you, is that something I would do?” He smiled, glowing eyes peeking behind his glasses.

“Yes, that is exactly what you would do..”

Well you sure did seem to know him he was realizing more and more…

After the movie you were basically half asleep so Gojo decided to call it a night.

Sleepily you rose up and followed after Gojo to the hallway. But instead of turning right to the guest room you automatically turned left to his room and bumped into his back.

“Huh”

You froze, eyes shooting up to his.

“A-ah s-sorry!” Embarrassed you darted to the guest room and shut the door.

BZZT BZZT BZZT

Hm?

*NEW MESSAGE*

-Since you’re all alone, use this to tide your appetite over xoxo

*image loading*

“Ah-!”

The heat rose to your cheeks immediately.

(I’ll let you imagine what kind of picture he sent lol)

-Don’t send anything back tho ok? Don’t want the creep next door spying on you and catching a glimpse of my pretty girl~”

-he’s in another room obviously..

-wait he wouldn’t look through the walls with his eyes would he??

-would- did you ever do that??

-ah gotta go baby, the line is bad, nighty night!

-We’re texting idiot, what line?! And answer the question!!

-xoxo 💋

Ugh jerk… you threw the phone on the bed then slowly got in the unfamiliar bed.

You hated sleeping alone… even when he was out on overnight missions you were surrounded by his scent, his clothes, his everything…

You grabbed a pillow and snuggled it for comfort.

“I miss you idiot…”

Part 3

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Aaaaaaand that’s chapter 2! What did you guys think about Suguru’s mention hehe. The angst boat is coming y’all, but first came a little fluff before the storm. Please lemme know what you thought! Until next time!

@gojosatorulover7 @goaway-plzz @goldenglow149 @taakt17 @kneesheee @yumii-34 @ritsatoru @generalstephkenobi @author20 @bitchycloudstrawberry @hojoslutoru

[ju1cyfru1t]

Heeeeey! First of all, I wanted to say that I love your writing style! It's amazing and it's making me feel emotions♡! Second - I hope you have an excellent and nice day or night!

Can I request headcanons about Leo crushing on reader? And that he is so in love that it causes annoyance to his brothers, especially Donnie, that he decides to help his twin get the Reader?

If it's too much, you can ignore that, that's totally fine!

(and I'm sorry for any grammatical errors, English is not my first language, Haha!)

THANK YOU POOKIE I REALLY APPRECIATE IT 🤭🤭🫶🏻🫶🏻🫶🏻🫶🏻 HOPE YOU LIKE IT

Rise! Leo x gn! reader crush Headcanons + Drabble

fluff :D, contains swearing

- literally eats up any and all attention you give him

- maybe just slightly very delusional

- like you could just brush past him and he’s like

- “did you guys see that? they’re sooooo into me.”

- whatever you gotta tell yourself, pal.

- Him? Laying awake at night thinking about you? Whaaaat? That’s crazy, couldn’t be him.

- except for the part where it is, and it’s interrupting his precious beauty sleep.

- def would wake up one of his brothers *COUGH*DONNIE

- “Psssst…Donnie~..DONNIE! Are you awake? Great! Hey, did you notice earlier when Y/N-“

- someone tell him to shut the fuck up about you. Jk not that they haven’t tried, Leo just doesn’t listen.

- ABSOLUTELY believes that he is incredibly smooth

- The worst pick-up lines you have ever heard in your entire life + just him (trying) to flirt with you ALL DAY EVERY DAY bitch doesn’t let you have a moment of peace

- You have no idea what you’ve done. To him sure, but mostly to Raph, Mikey, Donnie, and even April.

-“Aaappprriiilll, did Y/N say anything about me when you saw them?…No? Oh.🥲”

- Leo is forward and confident towards you, he ain’t trying to hide anything. Trust me, you don’t know how anxious this makes him because of his deep rooted insecurities BUT THAT’S A STORY FOR ANOTHER TIME-

- esp if he can’t tell if you are feeling what he is, yk?

- MEANWHILE, Donnie is one “Y/N” away from finally snapping (and becoming a mad scientist)

- EVERYONE is growing tired of this. It’s not that they aren’t happy their brother found someone he’s interested in, but oh my god.

- But Donnie would do anything, and I mean anything, for more than 5 minutes of peace.

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So there Donatello was, peering around the corner watching you, Mikey, and Leo in the kitchen. It had been a lovely afternoon! You guys watched a movie, and now you were making brownies.

“You know, Y/N..” Leo had a cocky smile, leaning against the counter, “I don’t know what’s sweeter…you or these.”

You and Mikey both rolled your eyes, “Shut up, Leo.” It was completely fair for Mikey to be annoyed, he’d been listening to this all day. Like, take a hint.

Donnie was fiddling with the door, and glanced down the hallway, making sure to look out for Raph because he wasn’t sure his eldest brother sound agree with his…plan.

“Oh, Angelo, could you come here for a moment?” Donnie stared intently at Mikey, motioning his head towards you and his twin.

Mikey looked back and forth between you and Leo confused for a second, before shrugging and heading towards Donnie who then pulled him straight out of the room. He slammed the door shut, and activated his digital lock. No one was getting in or out unless Donnie disabled it, which he did not plan on doing anytime soon. This ended NOW. I mean, he thought it was pretty obvious that you both liked each other and just needed to get it over with! Mostly because Leo’s painful obsession was getting really old.

Banging and muffled yelling could be heard from the other side, and Mikey grabbed Donnie by the shoulder. “Donnie! What are you doing? My brownies are gonna burn!”

“Trust me, Michael. This is for the best and they’ll be thanking me later.”

.

.

“ Dammit…we’re locked in.” You let out a deep sigh, letting yourself slide down the wall to sit, the smell of baking brownies still in there. Why would Donnie do this?

“Yeah…” Leo was trying really hard to keep his cool, but the panic coursing through him was undeniable. I mean, he was actually alone with you. There was always someone else with you two, whether it be one of his brothers, his dad, or April.

“But…I mean, it’s not all that bad, just you..and me.” He winked, with his usual confident, sly smile even though his hands were shaking.

“Ugh, will you stop that?” Your tone and expression was annoyed, and confused, Leo’s stomach sank.

“Stop whaaat?~” His voice trembled a bit, but he was still keeping up his playful demeanor.

“The…the flirting! Seriously, it’s not funny.” You looked away from him. “I’m not trying to be funny-“

“Seriously, shut up! Stop playing with my feelings, Leo. You’re so confusing…I can’t tell if you’re just toying with me or what- God, why do I even bother?” Of course you were frustrated, who wouldn’t be?

Leo was taken by surprise at your outburst, and it was obvious. As soon as the realization of you were saying hit, you were embarrassed. “Just…forget it, Leo. I shouldn’t have said anything-“

“Wait, no- Y/N, it’s not like that!” What the hell was he saying? Was he really about to do this right now?

He kneeled in front of you, taking in a deep breath. “I care about your feelings, ok? I’m not ‘toying’ with you, I really do like you!” Even as his anxiety rose, Leo felt like a weight was be lifted off of his chest. He couldn’t believe he really just said it…

Now, it was your turn to be surprised, staring into his hopeful eyes. “Leo…I don’t know what to say…I mean..” Leo swore his heart stopped, and he felt like he imploding right then and there. He couldn’t handle rejection like this.

“ I like you, too.” You grabbed his hand, taking it in yours. “What? For real?” He swiftly wrapped his arms around you, squeezing you tightly. “..ohgodthankyouthankyou…”

“So, what now?” You couldn’t help but smile, leaning your head into the crook of his neck.

Leo laughed, “I don’t know, I never really thought I’d get this far.“

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Some requests from my inbox will be posted very soon. I stared school again this week, so I’ve been busy but I’m trying to catch up! Sorry it’s been taking a hot minute. :)

[steddiealltheway]

Part two to some kind of AU that still doesn't have a title or clear plot...

Steve giddily laughs his entire short drive home, turning up his music a little louder than usual and rolling his windows down. As he pulls into the driveway to his and Robin’s townhouse, he’s fully head banging and belting out incorrect lyrics.  

As he cuts the engine, he waves at his neighbor, Murray, who is watering his garden in his robe.  

Steve gets out of the car and presses the ice pack into his wrist, finding that it’s only slightly sore. 

“Someone got laid,” Murray sings teasingly.  

Steve rolls his eyes replying, “For once, you’re wrong.” 

Murray immediately turns off the hose and grabs a flask out of his robe pocket. He takes a swig and explains, “Clears the mind.” He gives Steve a look up and down and guesses, “You have a new romantic interest in your life.” 

“Something like that,” Steve says without suppressing his wide smile while making his way to his front door. 

“Make sure to bring them to me and Alexei so we can determine how long it will last!” Murray yells as Steve makes his way inside.  

Steve continues to smile, resisting the urge to do a little happy dance. 

“That good, huh?” Robin asks, glancing up from the papers she’s grading. “I’m surprised. The guy didn’t look like he would be good in the sack.” 

Steve hangs his keys up and nonchalantly says, “He wasn’t, and I didn’t sleep with him. He kind of had a boyfriend.” 

Robin immediately is abandoning her work and moving to sit on one of their wooden bar stools – her signal that she’s all ears. Steve laughs and moves to the other side of the kitchen island, putting the ice pack in the freezer.  

“Why do you have an ice pack? Did the boyfriend do this to you? Steve, did you get into a fight?!” Robin yells. 

Steve grabs a banana from the counter and peels it saying, “Careful, Robin. You know Murray is listening through the walls right now translating for Alexei.” 

Robin groans, “I’ve been grading these kids' worksheets ever since you left the bar and I came back home. Give me the break and drama I deserve.” 

“I haven’t been gone for that long.” 

“It’s sixth grade band, Steve. They can’t read music, and no matter how many times I preach ‘Every Good Boy Does Fine’ and ‘FACE’ they still can’t get it! Spare me,” Robin begs leaning over the counter. 

Steve takes another bite out the banana just to torture his best friend for a few more moments, but he can hardly stand not telling her. “Okay! So, me and... I don’t remember his name... let’s go with dumbass. He and I were in bed, and it was awful, Robin. Awful. I get there are slim pickings in Hawkins but... That’s not the point!”  

Steve runs a hand through his hair and takes the final bite of his banana talking around the mouthful. “I was wondering how I could leave without offending him, and all the sudden he handcuffs me, even though I thought it was clear that I was uncomfortable with him joking about it. And just when I’m about to start panicking, someone busts into the room. Turns out, dumbass has a boyfriend, and a really really gorgeous one honestly.” 

Robin gasps, “No way!” 

Steve continues, “And I’m sitting there watching them fight because there was no way that Eddie was cool with his boyfriend with another dude, obviously.” 

“Obviously,” Robin parrots, hand reaching into their M&M jar and throwing a handful in her mouth. 

Steve takes an M&M as well and goes on, “And then I realize as dumbass is leaving that I’m stuck. And those handcuffs were not coming off and, get this, dumbass still has the key in his pocket.” 

“No!” 

Steve throws away the banana and hops on the kitchen island. “So, Eddie tries to pick the lock, and he tells me that he doesn’t know how but he knows how to hotwire a car? Anyways, we got to talking and he’s so sweet, Robin. He gave me that ice pack, and he’s drawing a custom design for Dustin’s dice! So, I gave him my number, and he said he would call me.” 

Steve’s legs swing as he thinks about Eddie. 

“Let me get this straight,” Robin says and takes in a deep breath – an indicator of an imminent spiraling breakdown. “You gave a complete stranger whose boyfriend you almost slept with our home number which he could call and track and get our address and get revenge on you! And by you, I mean us because he can’t have any witnesses. And then we’re both dead and die a horrible gruesome death because you think this man who you met briefly and owns handcuffs is cute?” 

Steve nods for a few moments, taking in Robin’s rant. “....Yeah.” 

Robin thuds her head on the counter and sighs, “You’re going to be the death of me.” 

“I think Ms. Nancy Wheeler will be the actual death of you,” Steve teases, jumping back before Robin moves to smack him on the arm. He’s glad to know one of Robin’s weaknesses – the eighth grade English teacher – is a great distraction. Robin goes into her usual rant about how Nancy is probably straight like almost everyone else in Hawkins, but then she trails off to go over every time they’ve made eye contact or spoken.  

Steve half listens to her, having heard the story of how Nancy once sat next to Robin during a staff meeting even though there were three other seats available about a million times before. Sometimes Steve thinks the middle school hormones rub off on them, too. Especially since he cannot stop thinking about Eddie and staring at the home phone, willing it to ring.  

But no matter how hard he stares – or how many times Robin makes fun of him for it – the phone doesn’t ring that night.  

This is heading in a different direction than I expected... do we like?

(Trying to tag people who asked me to tag them

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Part three

[narcissarina]

Darkened Desires

Prologue and Chapter 1: The sun || Chapter 2: The moon || Chaoter 3: The moon || Chapter 4: The sun

Pairings: Mafia!Scaramouche × Barista!Reader

Word count: 1,814

Tw: praise kink, degradation, kidnapping, tourture, dub/non-con, forced breeding, dismembering, gore, deaths, age-gap, corruption, use of force, trauma, use of drugs, stalking, mentions of human trafficking on the near chapters, slowburn.

Warning: This fanfiction may contain kidnapping, torture, dub/non-con, forced breeding, dismembering, age-gap, corruption, vigilante Scaramouche, use of force, trauma, use of drugs, stalking, and more. This fiction will continue grow darker as chapters goes by.

Your mental health matters.

CHAPTER 5:

THE SUN

My head hurts.

My ears were ringing and it hurts so fucking much.

Am I dying?

My head is all fuzzy and heavy as I feel my body lean against a wall, my eyes flutter open slowly as my vision was a little blurry and trying to focus on one object to another. I shake my head, from left to right and crack a muscle from my stiff ass neck.

The heavy feeling in my head slowly fades away and my vision finally focus on one person that’s been sitting before me, I can only move my legs.

My legs? What about my ar— shit.

Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck! My hands are tied and panic sets in, adrenaline rushing through me as my heart began to speed and beat fast. Is he going to kill me?

Kill me witnessing that he killed a man?

Question and scenarios swirl in my head. Shit, fuck, my heads getting heavy again, I’m going to be dizzy, again. My breathing picked up and I tried calming myself down.

“Easy, sunshine. You’re not hurt nor we’re going to hurt you.” A voice spoke in front of me, the man with short hime cut purple hair finally walked in the room, the man in the chair stood up and greet him with a bow, the man who I assume is his guard spoke, “She is not harm nor bled, she is stable.”

This fucker talking about me?

It felt like my life will flash before my eyes before this bitches stab me or torture me to death—or worse.

My breathing paced, chest rising up and down as if I exhausted myself from struggling. I could see amusement in his grin and eyes, fucking sicko.

“What do you want from me…?” I manage to utter those words out, lips quivering as I spoke. Eyes pleading mercy and that screams to let me go.

He smiles from ear to ear, flicking his cigar on the ground and let out an amuse sigh left from him as he walk towards me and crouch down, “I don’t want anything from you, sweetheart.” He grabs my cheeks, squishing them together with his fingertips, grabbing me and pulling myself to his, he grabbed so hard that he'll left a bruise to my cheeks.

“I just don’t want you telling other people what you saw, that’s all. Even the police.” He added, and harshly tilts my face to my right, “You’re much prettier up close, and I’m so right about it.” He muttered to himself, sounding like a creep.

“I..” words caught up from my throat as I try to swallow, “I-I won’t tell anybody, I— I swear!” desperation in my voice, pleading that he’ll take my word and let me off, but he didn’t. Instead, his demeanor changed, his eyes from soft and wicked to cold and full of intent to murder, that’s not the answer he was hoping.

He whistles, letting my face go with a harsh push as he stood up. He fixes his sleeves and took out a gun, “no- no, no, no.” I panicked, tears streaming down, my faces feels hot and my heart beats faster.

He points, finger on the trigger. I closed my eyes, this is the end.

Eyes glued shut, quiet sobs broke down, in suspense I hate the silences and there.

Bang—

“Open your eyes, sunshine. Relax, you weren’t hit.” A laugh come out from his lips, I open my eyes and see who did he shoot. An unfamiliar man beside me, he’s severely bleeding, the bullet penetrated to his skull. I broke down in tears, not knowing why this is happening to me, I whale and cried.

Maybe I’m next.

“Don’t kill me, please..” I plead, my voice cracking and my sobs uncontrollable. “I’m not sure about that, love.” He said, grinning to himself as one of his men took the gun from him hand to store it to a fluffy cushion.

“Tell me how could I trust your words when you have witness enough?” he asked, sitting down to a chair that his guards provided, legs crossing and fingertips on his chin.

“You want to be free?” he asked, his voice dripping with sarcasm and amusement, I nodded in response—calming my heart down and my sobs. “Sign a contract with me.”

I blinked, wrist brushing my remaining tears to dry as I just look at him. “Do as I say and you won’t be harmed, heck. You would even receive my protection.” He continue, taking paper and pen with him from his guards hands and stood up to walk to me.

He kneels, paper and pen right in front of me. I just stared at it, if I sign that contract by means me being free and additional protection, I would be happy to.

But doesn’t that also means that I am submitting myself to him? That I now belong to him.

Questions flashes in my head, asking it all at once. His voice broke me away from my thoughts, “Also, whenever you go, I’ll come with you or my guards 24/7.” He smiles, “the choice is yours, darling.”

I took a deep breath and look at him, trying my best not to break eye contact—even though his eyes screams more than me signing and agreeing to his piece of shit ass paper, it screams lust and possessiveness.

“O-One question..”

“yes?”

“W-What did he do to get what he deserved?” I point to the dead man beside me, he snort and smiled. “He abuse women, harass little children and a threat to someone who he finds delicate and weak.” My eyes widen to his answer, I scoot away from the corpse and got to him, I swear I heard him hum to me. “There, there, darling. I got you.”

I whine, wanting to break down another sob. “Now you see what I do,” my back on his front, his hand on my head and caress my hair to my neck. I didn’t knew that his lips were now in my hairline, “Pretty thing like you deserves to be protected, huh?”

I just listen to his praises and twisted words and before I knew it, I already signed the contract, and he lets me go. Gave me a tour to his home and gave me a room, he said he’ll give me a ride home tomorrow morning but for now. I should take a bath and get some sleep, no monsters will get me tonight—he says, and that he’ll always be there in the shadows… Watching.

I hear birds chirp, the light of the sun illuminates the room. I hear footsteps in my room and swung the window curtains open, “Up, up.” The voice said, my body is too tired to move, I let out a groan and taste the air, “five more minutes, ma..” I subconsciously said and roll over and hug a pillow, pulled a blanket and cover my whole body to it as I curl up like a yarn ball.

The voice snickered, “ma?”

Then it shot me, fuck. I’m not in my own home right now, I pulled myself awake and scan my surroundings, this room was a luxury, everything me and my mother dreamed in a house but we were already content on how me and her lived.

“S-sorry.” I apologize, fingers fidgeting as I look down at my lap, he chuckle and fold his arms, “no need.” Then he snap his fingers, “take a shower, I already prepared the clothes that you’ll be wearing.” He points to the dress beside me, neatly folded and with accessories, “then come down stairs and have your breakfast, time is ticking, sunshine.” He added and left the room.

I inspect the clothes he prepared for me, it has a pink top and white sleeves, white mini tulips decorated in the mermaid skirt and it has a mandarin collar, long puffy sleeves.

He has styles, I get it.

I brush it off, stood up from the bed and stretch my muscles out—holy shit, that was a good crack. Then got in the bathroom to brush my teeth and take a shower then get dressed with his pick.

I look at myself in the mirror, twirling around to see the finish product at the back and front. The white long ribbon at the back of my hair and a choker that has a tulip design on it. I hum myself at this aesthetic choice and left the room as the way it is, neat and clean.

Heels click as I made my way down stairs, guards lime up and greeted me with high regard. I got startled when they yelled my name to greet me a happy good morning, many that was his doing.

We ate, talked, then escort me to his car.

His driver is the one driving, not him. Maybe he’s too delicate to drive on his own, “where are we going?” I asked as they took a wrong turn to my house, “Let’s stroll a little, you know? Maybe pick out some flowers for your decoration in the café?” he teased and got out of the car, he circled around and open my door.

What a gentle creep.

I got out, rolling my eyes but before I knew—he took me to the place where me and my mom would constantly buy flowers from, the shop owner: Ms. Historillo managing the shop—who is also one of my closest friends and her mom and my mom are as closed as two peas in a pod.

She noticed me, “Oh my!” she screeched and yelled in excitement, I do too as we collide in a tight hug, “Oh my god, it’s you!” a hard and long you as she embrace me.

She offered me a seat and quickly grab a glass of tea, Scara on the other hand—or is that even his real name, lean down and whispered to me, “I’ll be right back.” I nod and hum at him, I don’t know what he saw nor suspect but I’ll stay out of it. I don’t want to get involved.

He crossed the road and entered inside an alley he disappeared to, I pay no mind when Historillo came back with a tray and we chatted along the way.

Meeting up with a friend and catching up wasn’t bad, her tea was amazing and she asked me, “who’s that guy that’s been following you?”

“just a friend.” I lie.

“Looks more like a bodyguard to me.” I laugh at her remark and time flies.

Bang—

Gunshot was heard across the road, Historillo flinched and a calm oh god left from her lips as she quickly got inside the shop, motioning me to follow her but the guards shield me with themselves.

A little girl was running at me.

But where is he?

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Chapter 6: THE MOON

[the-broken-truth]

Blot-Mates: Yuu & The Overblots [Part 4]

SEGMENT: JAMI

Summary: Jami is struggling with his innate programming of servitude, but he has no one to serve. Consequently, he is finding it difficult to relax and function properly. What would happen if Yuu decides to teach Jami how to live a life where he is no longer a servant but rather spoiled?

[Note: The Yuu Variant is Male with Enma Yuuken's Body Build, Yuuka Hirasaki's Fighting Skills, and Yuuta Mito's Cooking Skills.]

[Note: This Storyline will be written in Script Format.]

Parts: [Prologue] - [Ri] - [Leo] - [Azu] - [Jami] (Here) - [Vi] - [Idi] - [Mal] - [All] - [Epilogue]

[Coal-colored eyes were fixed on the ceiling while serpents made of dark locks of hair hissed in irritation or struck at each other, showing their displeasure. Jami placed his hand on his forehead and ran his inked hand through his bangs before sitting up from his bed and perching on the ledge with his head hanging. He lifted his head and looked at the digital clock on the wall of his room: it was 6:45 in the morning. This was usually the time The Prefect would get up to make breakfast for the Overblots. The thought of the Prefect making breakfast for all of them, just as he and his Original Body would make breakfast for Scarabia Dorm and Kalim, was overwhelming. Jami wasn't sure how to cope with it..]

Jami (Hearing something coming downstairs): Prefect... (Stands up and leaves his room)

[Jami walked down the hall and down the stairs as silently as he could to make sure he didn't give away his location. He crept to the opening of the kitchen and hid around the corner while listening to Yuu speak to himself.]

Yuu (On the phone with Sam): Hey, Sam. I know you're getting the shop ready, but do you have cookbooks or teas from the Land of Scalding Sands?

Jami (Thinking): 'The Land of Scalding Sands? Surely, he is not thinking about...'

Yuu (On the phone): Did Ace and Deuce tell you about what happened in Potion's class? Yeah, The Overblots got separated front their original bodies and I offered them to stay at Ramshackle; I wasn't going to make them uncomfortable with dealing with their hosts in their dorms.

Jami (Thinking): 'He cares for our comfort? After we attempted to kill him? (Looks at the ground in shame) After I used him for my personal vendetta?'

Yuu (On the phone): I noticed that Jami seems uneasy and I want to do something to make him more at ease here. I thought of making him some food and tea from the Land of Scalding Sands, as he's not much of a coffee drinker. Also, I noticed a Mancala Board and I'm interested in buying it. Can you tell me how much it is? (Sam Talking) Great, I'll also take the Cookbook, Tea Canister Bundle, and Silk Bundle. I think I can make Jami some new robes with the silk. When can I pick up the items? (Sam Talking) Yes, I'm willing to do all of that for Jami, just like I would for the others. He deserves just as much as the others do. Can I come get the items now? (Sam Talking) Perfect, I'm on my way. (Hangs up phone)

[Jami silently moved away from the kitchen opening and around another corner just as Yuu left the kitchen, grabbed his wallet off the table, and walked out of the first door. Jami looked around the corner and stared at the door for a while before the same question began to haunt his mind.]

Jami: Prefect... Why are you willing to do so much for me...after everything I have done to you? All the pain I caused you? Why are you doing so much for me - A Servant?

[The front door of Ramshackle opened, and Yuu walked in with his arms filled with stuff; he walked over to the sofa and placed everything down before reaching into a bag and pulling out the Cookbook from the Land of Scalding Sands before he walked around the corner, only to see Jami sitting at the table with his hair snakes constantly hissing.]

Yuu: Jami?

Jami:...

Yuu (Placing the book on the table as he walked over to Jami): Jami, are you okay? I've never seen you up so early.

Jami: I had a hard time sleeping - the snakes are very...aggravated at the moment and their hissing is making it hard to sleep.

Yuu (Looks at the hair snakes with a thinking expression on his face before snapping his fingers with a knowing smile on his face): I know - They are dry.

Jami (Raises an eyebrow at Yuu): Dry?

Yuu: When was the last time you oiled your hair since coming here?

Jami: I... I hadn't.

Yuu: Give me a moment. (Walks over to the bags on the sofa, reaches into one, and pulls out a bottle of Hair Oil that came from the Land of Scalding Sands - Sam gave it to him for free) Found it. (Walks back over to Jami) I'll give you a hand.

[Yuu whistles, gaining the hair snakes' attention as he pours some hair oil into his hand and holds his hand out to the snakes, showing them what is in his hand. Once the first snake came close enough, he rubbed his hands together and rubbed the oil on the hair snake, making it hiss in pleasure. Yuu continues this process with all the hair snakes until he reached the top of Jami's Head and massaged the hair oil into Jami's dry scalp, making the Overblot hiss in pleasure.]

Jami: This... This feels nice...

Yuu (Smiles): I'm glad you like it, Jami. I'll make you some tea after this.

Jami: I have been meaning to ask you about that, Prefect: Why are you doing so much for me after everything I have done to you? Used you for a personal vendetta I had against Kalim? Why do all of this for me, a mere servant?

Yuu: You are not a servant here, Jami. Ramshackle Dorm has no servants and I will not allow you to speak about yourself in such a matter.

Jami: But... My entire life, I have served...

Yuu: And that was a crime done to you. It's no wonder you and Jamil overblotted; who would want to live like that? Forced to hold themselves back for the betterment of someone who doesn't deserve their staion?

Jami: You don't think Kalim deserves to be Housewarden of Scarabia?

Yuu: In all honesty: No, he doesn't. Listen, I have nothings agsint Kalim personally, but he is too immature to hold the position of power he does; constantly throwing parties at the slightest whim and leaving the aftereffect up to you and the other members of Scarabia; it's pitiful, really. The only reason he is in his position of power is because he was from the Asim Family. You are clearly a better choice of Housewarden, considering all the work you do.

Jami: You... You really think so?

Yuu: Of course, you are. Jami, you are skilled in both magic and cooking, your memory is sharper than a blade, you are skilled in multiple languages...

[4 Minutes Later]

Yuu (Making cups of tea and breakfast for Jami from the cookbook): You are able to craft an antidote from plants within a matter of mintues before the poison can actually kill someone, and don't even get me started on your Mancala Tips...

[5 Minutes Later]

Yuu (Placing the food in front of Jami with the tea): All and All, you are a amazing person, Jami.

Jami (Staring at Yuu): Prefect... You just spent 9 minutes praising me...

Yuu: Of course I did. I would say more but we would be here all day and I have to make breakfast for the others. Jami, you deserve every bit of praise I can give you and I shall give you as much as you wish. (Pets the top of Jami's Head) You are brilliant and loved, Jami. (Goes into the kitchen)

Jami:...

[Later that day]

Leo (Pounding on Jami's Door): OI, SERPENT! GIVE ME BACK MY LITTLE BROTHER! WE'RE GOING TO PLAY CHESS!!

Ri: No, Rose and I are going to tend to the Roses!

Azu (Shouting downstairs since his pot can't go upstairs): PEARL AND I ARE GOING SWIMMING!

[Inside The Room]

Jami (Moving his stones on the Mancala Board): Your turn, Little Flower.

Yuu (Thinking of his move while Jami's Hair Snakes are wrapped around his waist - preventing him from leaving): Jami, when can I leave? I need to make lunch.

Jami: They can order-in.

Yuu: But...

Jami: You are not leaving me until you beat me in Mancala, Desert Flower. Listen to your brother.

Yuu: Jami, you've beaten me over 20 times. I'm not gonna beat you anytime soon.

Jami: Then, you won't be leaving anytime soon.

Yuu: Okay. (Makes a move on the Mancala Board)

[END - TO BE CONTINUED]

[seungrem]

Bang Chan x m!reader

‘Life Without You’ - Part 1 of 2

anon request - masterlist - Part 2

summary: Male!reader and Chan share a special connection in their teen years, though a difference in goals and family disapproval cuts their time short. Years later, someone attempts to pick up the pieces they both had left behind.

( overview: student & idol chan, student & non-idol reader, breakup, right one, wrong time trope )

( slight mentions: homophobia and family issues, arguing, and closeted feelings )

ty anon for being my first request! Very happy to write for you. <3 Part 2 soon!

emoji code:

+🫧 (angst)

🌿 (around 4k words, part 1 of 2)

☁️ (means y/n)

likes, comments, & reblogs r appreciated ˚ʚ♡ɞ˚

The sun hung high toward the west, glistening above thin clouds. Chan rested his head on the school desk as he watched those clouds linger past the window. With only a few minutes of class left, the boy tuned out whatever the teacher was saying. He thought about the boy he was going to be meeting after school- the one with the beautiful smile and soft touch.

He snapped out of his thoughts as he heard the sound of books closing and zippers sliding, him quickly picking his head up and packing his bag. The bell rang, the students hurrying to depart as it was now the end of the day. Chan was the last to leave as he threw his backpack around his shoulder and patted down his school uniform. He moseyed out of his class, catching eyes with that extra-special boy.

☁️ rested his back against the wall right outside of Chan’s classroom, eyeing the boy up as he smiled. Chan smiled flirtatiously as the boy in front of him gave him a sudden boost of energy. It was almost as if ☁️ was the sunlight to Chan’s plant cell, or whatever the teacher was saying. He approached ☁️ and greeted him.

“Hey.”

“Hey.” ☁️ replied slyly, his back still against the wall as Chan placed his body only inches from ☁️’s.

“Ready?”

☁️ nodded, the two then strolling side by side down a hallway of tans and browns. They stepped outside into the crisp air as clouds began to block the sun. ☁️ and Chan settled at the nearest picnic table, many other students having already done the same. Talking amongst themselves or doing schoolwork, they paid no mind to the two boys. Chan looked around nervously, though he always did this when around ☁️ in public. The two sat across from each other, ☁️ placing his head into his hands.

This pattern of sitting outside after school became tradition as the two boys had been spending a lot of time together recently. Having met through a group project, the two very obviously felt something for each other. After becoming friends, that feeling was more than platonically mutual. Both were scared to fully act on it, the fear of what others would think restraining them.

The two talked for a while as the clouds departed from the sky, the sun’s rays now shining through the tree branches above. Chan periodically lookedaround, resulting in ☁️ becoming irritated.

“Why do you always do that? Am I that embarrassing to be around?” His tone didn’t change as to not start an argument.

“I always tell you this- I’m not embarrassed to be around you, I’m just..”

“Paranoid?” ☁️ said without much emotion, trying not to roll his eyes. Chan sighed and shook his head, looking down at the table. The two argued about the idea of them together in public pretty often.

“It’s fine, though. Do you wanna go?” ☁️ grabbed his backpack strap and threw the bag over his shoulder. Chan did the same, the two waking together out of the school’s patio and down the sidewalk. With ☁️ to his left, Chan discreetly analyzed his friend’s face and figure.

“You’re going to come over, right?” Chan asked, him still looking over to his friend.

“Would you like me to?” ☁️ responded, almost sarcastically. He kept his head pointed forward.

Chan sighed and grabbed the boys arm. He wrapped ☁️’s hand around his bicep as they continued down the empty sidewalk.

“Of course I would.”

“Hmph.” ☁️ scoffed at Chan, though he couldn’t help but smile afterward. He wouldn’t glance over to Chan until they finally arrived to Chan’s house. ☁️ let go of Chan’s arm to walk up the steps behind him, the two stepping in and taking their shoes off. Chan ran over to the kitchen where his mom was, which he usually did to greet her and let her know that his friend was over. The two then ran upstairs, holding hands as they did so. Walking into Chan’s room, ☁️ placed himself on top of Chan’s bed as his friend closed the bedroom door. Chan walked over to the boy, pushing his shoulder back and softly falling next to him on the bed. ☁️ smiled and wrapped an arm around Chan’s neck as Chan pulled the two closer to each other. Now lying on their sides, the two rested while holding each other. Chan placed a kiss on ☁️’s forehead as he laid with his eyes open, admiring the beauty of his friend.

He thought about the idea of him becoming something more with ☁️, dismissing it as he thought about his future. He didn’t want to address his goals as it would probably cause the two to split permanently, and he enjoyed ☁️’s company too much. He knew that the both of them would be devastated, more so himself.

The boy in front of Chan fell asleep in his arms, Chan using this opportunity to replace his arm with a pillow. He draped a warm blanket over ☁️, watching as the boy rested peacefully.

☁️’s eyes opened to see Chan laying on his stomach beside him, typing on his computer. The window’s blinds were closed and a lamp light was on. ☁️ darted upwards.

“How long have i been asleep?”

“A good hour.” Chan grabbed ☁️’s shoulder and pulled the boy onto his back, cuddling him close.

“You should probably head home.. you know how your family gets.” Chan looked down and smiled as he climbed over ☁️, resting his face into his neck. ☁️ laughed at the tingly feeling and moved his hand down Chan’s shirt.

“I thought you wanted me to go home.”

Chan lifted his head. “I don’t want you to go home. But you should. I’ll walk you.”

“It’s fine, I don’t think my family is very fond of you.”

“Oh, why?”

“..No reason in particular.” ☁️ looked at Chan, who looked taken aback, as though he was offended. ‘He would be more upset if he knew why..’ ☁️ thought to himself.

He lifted Chan’s arm from his body as the two climbed off of the bed. ☁️ stretched and grabbed his backpack, Chan shutting his computer screen.

“I’ll see you tomorrow.” ☁️ announced as he threw his backpack over his shoulder.

“At least let me walk you out.” Chan sighed with an emotionless expression across his face. He opened the room door, motioning the boy to walk through first.

The two made their way back downstairs, ☁️ opening the front door and stepping outside. Chan leaned against the door as ☁️ walked out, ☁️ waving behind him as he walked down the porch steps. Chan waved back, though ☁️ had already turned around and made his way home.

-

The sky was transitioning from orange to purple as ☁️ walked home. There was a slight breeze again, causing him to shiver slightly.

☁️ approached his home, sighing. Just as he reached for the door knob, the door swung open, his mother on the other side.

“☁️, where were you?”

“I was at a friend’s house. You know I always hang out with friends after school.”

“Which friend?”

“Mom..”

“Which one, ☁️?”

☁️ walked through the door, walking past his mother as he dropped his bag down. He hesitated to answer her question.

“It was Chris.”

“☁️ you know how I feel about that behavior.”

“I wasn’t implying anything, he’s just my friend.”

“I don’t believe you.”

☁️ sighed and took his shoes off, turning his back to his mom. He grabbed his bag and turned to face her again.

“I don’t want you hanging out with him anymore.”

“Mom, I don’t see him that way..”

“You can like boys when you have your own home, not while you’re in mine.”

☁️ remained silent and nodded, turning around and walking to his room. He shut the door and climbed into bed, the weight of his emotions rendering him immobile.

Chan and ☁️ had been “seeing” each other for the past few months, but it’s been very hard to move past this awkward phase they were in. It could be because of ☁️’s family and their beliefs, or it could be because Chan thinks that he has an image that he must maintain. Regardless, a decision had to be made soon, which stressed ☁️ out.

Hopeless and tired, ☁️ skipped dinner and decided to get ready for bed early. He quickly fell asleep after changing and brushing his teeth.

☁️ walked down a school staircase alone, though he quickly spotted the boy he was meeting. The boy smiled and waved from a table in the cafeteria. Smiling and waving back, ☁️ took a deep breath as he walked over to him.

Chan’s best friend since, well, forever, Felix knew everything about him. This included ☁️ and Chan’s “friendship.”

After asking to speak to the boy privately, ☁️ sat down at Felix’s table. The two of them sat alone while everyone in the surrounding tables disregarded the world around them.

“Thanks for doing this, Felix. I wanted to talk about Chris.” ☁️ placed his bag beside him and looked at the boy, who had a small carton of strawberry milk in front of him.

“Sure, what about him?”

“I know that you know about us, and we’ve been very stagnant in our relationship. We aren’t.. anything, but I used to hope that we would eventually be.. something. Does that make sense?”

Felix nodded his head in understanding, looking around him as he thought to himself.

“Where would you say you two stand, as of right now?”

“I’m not sure, we just hang out sometimes. And spend time alone occasionally.”

Felix raised an eyebrow, ☁️ not sensing judgement from his action, but rather a suggestive thought.

“So like, a situationship..?”

“No, it’s.. more intimate than that. I think.”

Felix nodded again, looking down at the table.

“I don’t think you should take it personally, Chris has a lot going on. He recently got recruited into an entertainment company, and plans on becoming an artist.”

That news shocked ☁️ as he thought to himself. “Why wouldn’t he tell me that..”

“I’m sure he planned to, and I’m also sure it’s difficult to choose between his dream and a life with you.”

☁️ felt his throat become dry. He was upset that Chan would hide something so important. Realizing that they haven’t communicated their future with each other, he knew they had always been happy to just be in each other’s presence.

Felix watched as ☁️ became lost in his own thoughts. He felt bad for both ☁️ and Chan. The two had so much love to give, especially Chan, as he’s told Felix in private. Chan also informed Felix about ☁️’s family and their beliefs, Chan also ranting to Felix about the family’s odd dislike of him. Felix knew that fate had other plans for the pair, but kept it to himself.

“You should really talk to Chan. I’m sorry he didn’t tell you about this.”

☁️ looked up from Felix as the boy dragged him out of his thoughts. “Thanks Felix. I appreciate it.”

Felix nodded with a sympathetic smile, ☁️ then grabbing his bag and taking off to his next class.

-

Chan took his time to pack up as the bell rang. The last one to leave the class, he saw ☁️ across the hallway, except his expression was different today. The boy didn’t have a playful smile as he usually did, but rather a gloomy gaze. Chan approached him, stopping only until they were a few inches apart.

“Chan.” ☁️’s tone wasn’t aggressive or annoyed, but rather the opposite. His voice was soft and precise, causing Chan to become hesitant.

“You okay?”

“Yes, I spoke to Felix today. He told me about your recruitment into an agency.”

Chan didn’t say anything and looked from ☁️’s face to the floor.

“Why didn’t you tell me about that? I didn’t even know you were interested in music.”

Chan took a few steps back from ☁️, avoiding eye contact.

“We should walk and talk.”

☁️ pushed off of the wall and threw his backpack over his shoulder. ☁️’s eyes never leaving the Chan’s, the two began down the hallway in silence.

Annoyed this time, ☁️ asked again.

“Is that why you didn’t wanna be more.”

“There’s more to it, ☁️.” Chan replied almost immediately. ☁️ stopped walking, though Chan took a few steps forward and turned around.

“Like what?” ☁️ raised an eyebrow at him.

“Your family. The people here at school. My agency. I can’t..” Chan took a pause. “I need to protect my reputation to become an artist. I can’t afford to have rumors spread. And your family wouldn’t let us be together, anyway.”

“So you didn’t plan to commit at all?” ☁️ was frustrated, this frustration leaking into the tone of his voice. Chan looked around and sighed aggressively.

“☁️, please don’t put the fault on me. If everything was perfect, I’d want to be with you, forever. But everything isn’t perfect. You also need to think- you could get in so much trouble if your family found out about us. I don’t want that..”

☁️’s heart sank, knowing that he was, at least somewhat, right. If they lived in a perfect world, people wouldn’t see them differently. If they lived in a perfect world, they could be together, and without worry. Tears formed in his eyes as he quickly wiped them away.

“Yeah, I get it.”

“I don’t regret.. my time with you. I just don’t…” Chan paused again, not sure how to word what he was trying to say without hurting ☁️’s feelings more.

“It’s fine, you don’t need to explain yourself any more.”

A few students walked past the two, Chan grabbing ☁️ by the arm and softly pulling him against the wall so they wouldn’t see him upset.

“I didn’t want to make you upset, okay?” Chan wiped ☁️’s face with his shirt.

“I was just really scared to tell you. I was avoiding it and ended up making you upset anyway. I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be sorry, I had my expectations too high.” ☁️ was now the one avoiding eye contact with Chan.

“When you said that I should be realistic, especially about my family, I realized..”

“I didn’t say it like that..” Chan said with a light chuckle, trying to lighten the mood. The two stood in silence for a moment, Chan still in front of ☁️ against the wall. ☁️ noticed Chan’s eyes shimmering in the sunlight, as if he held a vast ocean inside.

“I guess this means we’ll go our separate ways, then?” ☁️ wiped his face with his sleeves one last time. Chan grabbed the boys hand.

“I’ll respect any decision that you make.”

“It’s not like I really have options, Chris.”

“Oh, yea.. Sorry.”

☁️ let go of Chan’s hand and moved off of the wall. The two stared at each other for a while, admiring each other for what seemed like the last time. ☁️ watched as rays of sunshine hit Chan as he looked from ☁️ to the floor. ☁️ could tell Chan was defeated, though, so was he.

“I guess.. I’ll see you around then.” ☁️ looked over to Chan expectantly, the boy nodding and muttering a ‘yea.’

“Would you at least let me walk you home?”

“I don’t think I need you to. Thanks, though.”

☁️ turned his back to Chan and walked to the staircase, slowly making his way down. He didn’t turn around, but assumed Chan stood motionless, watching him walk away. ☁️ had a lot of thoughts going through his mind, but tuned them out as he stepped outside. There wasn’t a cloud in the sky, though the wind was heavy and cold, for springtime anyway.

“Did you stop talking to that boy?” ☁️’s mother walked into his room, where the boy laid flat on his bed once again.

“Yes, we don’t talk anymore. Partially because of you.”

“I’m just trying to protect and teach you.”

“Protect me from what? And teach me what?” ☁️ spoke calmly, rising up slowly to face his mother. He was already agitated.

“Teach you that this.. behavior.. is not okay. Liking boys is not okay, ☁️. You do whatever you want outside of this house, but you will not bring that here to your family. I love you and I’m trying to show you that there is a better world out there for you.”

☁️ mentally rolled his eyes as his mother continued to curse his existence. He felt just as bad for her as he did for himself, though. She truly did mean well in her mind, though she couldn’t see that there was a world beyond her point of view, too.

“I’ll.. look into it.” ☁️ looked at his mother with a blank expression, him just wanting her to leave at this point. She nodded emotionlessly and closed his room door.

As he laid his head back down, his door opened again. He didn’t pick his head up, but knew it was his father by the way he threw the door open.

“☁️.”

“Yes?”

“I know you already talked to your mom. I expect better from you moving forward.”

“Okay.”

☁️ laid on his back as he stared at his ceiling, his dad slowly closing his room door. ☁️ sighed as he curled up around his pillow, allowing his emotions to finally consume him. The ocean in his eyes began to shimmer this time, with small streams leaking out. Flowing along the side of his face, gentle streams became harsh rivers.

☁️ wandered school halls and streets alone in the months following his departure from Chan. Now the first one out of his classes, ☁️ quickly left the school and walked home everyday. This was to please his family, but more-so to avoid Chan and his friends.

When the two would catch the other’s eye in the halls, ☁️ would look away. He didn’t want to be reminded of the time they spent, or wasted, together.

No contact was made a bit easier by the block button below Chan’s number. Social media became less interesting, not that Chan ever used it anyways.

-

Graduation approached quickly. ☁️ celebrated with his family before preparing to leave abroad for higher education.

By the end of the school year, ☁️ managed to make new acquaintances while also keeping busy. Chan was still rummaging through his mind, though, making a mess of his thoughts. ☁️ was no longer upset, but still held on to a bit of the love he wanted to give Chan. The boy now had his own ambitions and goals, focusing solely on working towards them without distractions.

The move came quickly as ☁️ was prepared to start fresh. A new country, with new people, and new opportunities. Eventually, the Chan that made a mess in ☁️’s mind began to fade out of existence, ☁️ only seeing the boy as a lesson learned. Occasionally, though, he would visit Chan’s social media account to see if anything had changed.

-

After a few months of moving abroad, Chan’s account became unavailable. ☁️ assumed Chan had blocked him or deactivated it. This resulted in ☁️ checking his friend’s, Felix’s, account every few weeks. After a year of moving, Felix’s account became unavailable as well. ☁️ gave up on trying to keep up with the two, deleting the app entirely as it no longer served him. He was sure to keep his account, just in case of course.

-

Attending classes, meeting new people, and working a simple side job occupied ☁️ so much that Chan was no longer a thought. ☁️ would forget what he sounded like, and what he felt like. Initially, it was a terribly despairing feeling, ☁️ eventually deeming it necessary to finally move forward. It took graduation, a summer break, and a college semester, but ☁️ had finally leaned to be content in his independence.

Now, ☁️ lived in control of his future. He was away from his family and no longer yearning for someone special. Nothing could throw him off pace now.

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a/n: part 2 coming soon, come back in March. ~*+ Thanks for reading!

[ebongawk]

"Just Chrissy comforting Eddie through something" for @kirasometimess

(I actually wrote this before, but it was serious so I'm gonna make this one more lighthearted 😘😘)

The door banged open, startling Chrissy and making her slosh her tea onto the blanket she was wrapped in. Squeaking out a little, "Oh, nuggets," she set the mug aside and stood up to greet her boyfriend.

"Hey!" she said, waving from beside the couch as Eddie kicked the door closed behind him as aggressively as he'd kicked it open. "You're home early!"

A grumble was his only response. Eddie shrugged out of his jacket, letting it drop to the floor as he toed off his shoes. He paused, looking down at the crumpled leather as though it had personally offended him, before letting out a heavy sigh and swooping down to grab it. Hanging it up beside her tea coat on the wall rack.

"Long day?" she asked, weaving her way through their eclectic spread of belongings – his guitar stands, her knitting supplies, their overflowing shared bookshelf – and standing just beside the entryway.

"Longest fuckin' day of my stupidly long life," he huffed, bending down to press a kiss to her cheek before stepping around her and heading for the bedroom.

Chrissy pattered behind him, watching amusedly as he fell face-first onto their bed. He let out a low, muffled groan.

"Take it the new drummer wasn't up to snuff?"

The groan, which had never really quieted, grew louder against their mattress.

"Did you kick him out, or did Jeff?"

Eddie shook his head. Still face down, and she had to wonder how he could even breathe.

"Grant?"

A nod that tangled his hair against the sheets. Chrissy stuffed a laugh into her elbow, trying to disguise it as a cough, and Eddie rolled himself enough to send a single glaring eye her direction.

"S'not funny," he mumbled. "At this rate, I'm gonna have to pick up more stupid shifts at my stupid corporate job."

Chrissy hummed, gliding across the room and hoisting herself onto the bed. She shuffled up, bracketing her knees on either side of his hips and sitting down on his lower back.

Eddie worked as a part-time mechanic for a chain company that worked on small engine maintenance. He mostly did oil changes and tune-ups, and she knew he didn't hate it, but he also only worked enough to pay half their bills and rent studio space for Corroded Coffin practices. Which was perfectly fine – Chrissy made plenty to cover the rest. Eddie had supported her fully while she was in school. It was the least she could do to return the favor as he chased his dream.

"The horror of having to work full-time like a real adult," she mused. Eddie wiggled, halfheartedly trying to buck her from her new throne, and Chrissy giggled. Her hands fisted in his t-shirt like horse reins, waiting until he calmed down before she began gently massaging his shoulders.

"I don't wanna," he whined, burying his face in their comforter. "Why did stupid Gareth have to go and get his girlfriend pregnant. 'Oh, sorry guys, I know the label is finally sniffing around after our latest demo, but I knocked El up and gotta quit.' Who does that?"

"Someone who has to take new responsibilities into account after their priorities change," Chrissy responded, grinning when Eddie gradually began to relax under her touch. The stiffness in his shoulders easing with the gentle but firm rolls of her palms into his spine.

"Rude," Eddie huffed. "It's like he didn't think at all of how this would make me feel."

"How dare he," Chrissy agreed sarcastically.

"I know you're joking, but–– fuck that feels good," he moaned, adjusting until he was sprawled like a starfish beneath her touch. "But, Christ, it's like we've been doing all this shit for the past decade for nothing."

"You recorded your first demo in Jeff's garage when you were sixteen," Chrissy retorted. "I know that's technically a decade, but I don't think it counts."

"Ugh," Eddie grunted, his bucking wiggle even less effective than the last one. "Leave me alone to rot, Cunningham."

"What if I," she began, curling over his back and wrapping her arms around his shoulders, "become a Chrissy Backpack instead!"

Nose pressed against his nape, she inhaled his familiar scent. Rugged and pine and a hint of sweat from playing in the studio all day. It was her favorite smell. She wanted to figure out how to make a candle out of it and take it to work so she could smell Eddie all day long.

"You know you're going to do great things, right?" she asked him after a moment. "That label would be ludicrous not to pull you guys in. And maybe they have an incredible drummer on hand who's just waiting for the perfect band to come along, and it's Corroded Coffin, and you bring Gareth back in the future for reunion tours but you also become great friends with the new drummer, and you get to be an amazing uncle to Gareth and El's little bean."

He sighed, but turned his head a little, displaying one open eye and his cheek. Giving Chrissy enough access to lean up and kiss it.

"And then I'll be able to quit my stupid corporate job and open up a craft store where I sell hand-knitted and crocheted goods, and I'll call it 'Corroded Crochet', so everyone knows I'm with you."

"What about the people who don't know us?"

"I'll be sure to inform them in depth, don't worry."

Eddie huffed a laugh beneath her, the sound making his ribs quake and his skin taste like happiness. After letting her play backpack for another minute, he suddenly rolled over, pinning her beneath his body. Her legs kicked out and the wind whooshed from her chest.

"Ack–– Eddie! I can't breathe!"

"Backpacks don't even have lungs, Cunningham."

"But I have legs!"

"Ow, fuck, sweetness, my poor tummy!"

"Revenge, Munson."

"But it's so empty already!"

"Does it want conciliatory Chinese food for dinner?"

"Shit, baby, I love you so goddamn much."

Chrissy screamed in delight when Eddie suddenly stood, keeping her attached to his back as he galloped into the living room. He grabbed the cordless phone, depositing her on the couch as he dialed their favorite takeout place.

"Hey, Eddie?"

She could hear the phone ringing through the line when he looked at her.

"I love you, too," she reminded him.

He smiled that huge, goofy grin that made her insides melt, eyes softening and head tilting to one side as he looked at her like he'd never seen anything quite as lovely in his life. Like he wanted to pounce on her, lay himself across the couch and hold her as close a physically possible. Just as he moved toward her – probably to do exactly that – the voice on the other end of the phone spoke louder.

"Hello? Ming's Chinese?"

"Oh, shit, uh. Yeah. Yes. Hello? Fuck, sorry, sorry. I, uh, wanna order takeout?"

Chrissy laughed all the way through his order.

(inspo ask 🥰)

[spiderlilyserendipity]

The 57.1% Bad Idea 🔞

WC: 3602 (3.6K)

Genres: fluff, smut, E2L

Tags: slight corruption kink, oc is a virgin, dom! yoongi, sub! reader, dom/sub elements, no titles set for this so not proper bdsm but yk, big dick yoongi, praise!!!!!!, oc is a tomboy in the streets and a pillow princess in the sheets send tweet, i am going to hell for this but i blame yoongi’s sexiness for it, this was supposed to be a lot kinkier originally but i’m too soft for soft dom yoongi.

Warnings: tipsy (but consensual!) sex, protected sex, age difference in reader & yoongi (10 years), oc is 23, myg is 33.

You might be new to the industry, but you know when someone is fucking with you. 

Of course, you’ve heard all the rumours. How the legendary BTS are workaholics, working up to 18 hours a day when they first debuted. You get that, and to be honest, you respect it. But they’re not newly debuted kids anymore, damn it! It is 2026 already, 13 years since their debut, but all of the members are still grinding their damn gears like it’s day one. And fine, you can respect the dedication, but that doesn’t warrant the hell a certain Min Yoongi — also known as Producer Min — has been putting you through.

You don’t see the celebrity face to face due to his killer schedules, but you get many annoying emails from him ever since you started working as one of the new in-house producers. Redo this, this isn’t what I’m looking for, the members don’t like the key on this one, and over and over.

You let it slide the first 5 or so times, but it’s getting old now. You’re only 23 years old damn it, not an old man like that Min Yoongi guy must be, that all he does is sit and write music! You have a life.

But no one cares because this is the oh so great BTS you have to serve hand and foot.

You’re out for dinner with your friends when Min Yoongi emails you at 8pm. Who is even logged into their work email that late? This multi-millionaire, apparently.

You sigh, putting down your utensils to pick up your phone. You brace yourself for another email where Yoongi tells you that you don’t meet his high standards. Go figure. 

Hello Miss Y/L/N. I looked at your arrangement, but it still needs some cleaning up. 

If you recall, this is the 5th email I have sent you and we are still not communicating. Can you call me instead?

You want to bang your head against a wall. It is a Friday night. Who the hell wants to call a man 10 years their senior and be lectured on a Friday night?

“Y/N, where are you going?” Your friends ask.

“To deal with an asshole named Min Yoongi.”

“Min Yoongi?!?” Your friend gasps. You sigh internally. You forget some of your friends are ARMYs, hence why you never complain about how annoying Min Yoongi is to them. “Did he give you his number? Are you going to see him? Can I get a—”

“Yes I have his number. I don’t know if I have to see him tonight. And no, I won’t get you a signed album.” You answer, reading your friend’s mind. Your other friends all laugh as Sunmi looks disappointed. You sigh, smiling at her. “Work is work. I love you but sorry. I gotta go.”

Understanding work, your friends let you go.

You get out of the restaurant, still cursing Yoongi. You get in your car and dial the number Yoongi gave you. 

“Hello?” Yoongi picks up on the third ring. You scowl. As if he didn’t know I was gonna call.

You plaster your work smile on, knowing you’re really fucked if you piss Min Yoongi off. You might not like the guy, but a girl has bills to pay. “Hello Producer Min. It’s me, Y/N.”

“Producer Y/L/N.” Yoongi corrects you, and you roll your eyes. “Where are you at the moment?”

“I’m out right now with my friends.” You set boundaries firmly. “I am not at work, but if you can show me what you meant, I will fix up the arrangement accordingly.”

Yoongi scoffs. Your blood boils. “How will you know what I mean unless you have your laptop out? You’re awfully cocky for a new hire.”

You clench the steering wheel tight with one hand. “I am not working at the moment, Producer Min. It is 8 pm.”

Yoongi laughs at you. Like, actually laughs. “Do you know we need this song recorded by Wednesday? If I don’t have a clean instrumental, how is my team supposed to record it?”

There it is, the inevitable scolding. You pull down the little fold-away sun blocker/mirror thing in your car and check your makeup. You got dressed up cute tonight, a white floral dress and light pink eyeshadow and matching pink lipstick. Your hair is even styled back in a cute half up half down hairstyle. You don’t usually look so girly, preferring comfortable clothes like sweats and tshirts, though you respect girls who put in that effort every day. But for you, the reason is your friend from college, Nate, is stopping by later tonight. You had always had a crush on him since you sat in lectures together.

You hate the idea of Yoongi being the one to see you so cute and especially hate having a meeting with him instead of getting to see Nate tonight.

But a girl has bills to pay. “What would you like me to do?” You ask.

“I have an at-home studio that I work in on the weekends. Stop by just for thirty minutes and then go back to your friends.”

You roll your eyes. You already told your friends goodbye. Besides, it would be weird to just butt back in again after leaving. You close the mirror and fold it up. Guess your only date tonight is Min Yoongi. “Please text me your address. I will be there soon.”

🎀🎀🎀

You hate the look on Min Yoongi’s face when you walk up to him in the underground parking lot. You hate rich people and their fancy apartments. It took you forever to convince the security guard in the front that yes, you were a guest of Min Yoongi despite your run down car from college. And then, when you get through that hassle, you find Yoongi waiting at the elevator with a card in hand to swipe you in. 

If you were gonna be nice, you could’ve told the security guard I was coming. You frown, bowing hello. 

“I should’ve told the security guard you were coming, huh?” Yoongi grins at you, tapping the card to get inside. You jolt in surprise, wondering if this mean producer is also a mind-reader. You eye him suspiciously as you get in the elevator. It’s a fancy elevator with luxurious looking buttons and the logo of the fancy apartment complex this building is in. But you’re more nervous about the fact that Yoongi just read your mind.

Seeing you look shocked, Yoongi presses the button for the 7th floor. “I saw you showing your work ID to the security guard at the front.” He says. You clench your teeth. If he knew, why not help you? Damn rich people.

You follow Yoongi when the doors open on the 7th floor. The apartment hall looks kind of like a fancy hotel until you get to Yoongi’s door and he taps his own passcode to get in. 

The house is deceivingly large for an apartment, all black and white coloured vases, art on the walls, and black marble floors that are definitely worth more than your life savings. You follow Yoongi, walking on eggshells already. He leads you past a fancy living room with white sofas and an all black kitchen and upstairs to the second floor. With his back to you, you openly marvel at how cool everything is. You guess being a crazy workaholic does pay out for some people. 

🎀🎀🎀

It’s nearing midnight now and you’re still stuck here with Yoongi. The work is finally done, but at the cost of your sanity and Yoongi’s incessant nagging.

Feeling your irritation, Yoongi makes the rare attempt at a peace offering. “Should we have a glass of whiskey now that we’re done working?”

Tired but unable to resist the temptation of some good alcohol, you take up his offer. “Sure.”

Yoongi steps away from his computer, walking away down the hall to the kitchen. In a few minutes, he returns with a bottle of alcohol and two small glasses. “It’s 57.1% alcohol. Can you drink that strong?” He asks, arching a brow. Your ego flairs. 

“Yes.” You reply confidently, knowing good and well you’re a lightweight. You let him pour you a glass, then take a sip. As expected, it burns, and not particularly in a good way.

“Who are you all dolled up for anyway; is it a guy you like?” Yoongi asks curiously.

“No, that guy has a girlfriend.” You admit, not sure why you’re having this conversation with Yoongi.

Yoongi frowns. “So? Can’t you be pretty for yourself?”

You sigh. “I can, but it’s still disappointing. I wanted to be his really bad.” You mumble.

“...In...Be his in what way?”

You drink down the rest of the alcohol, shocking Yoongi, who stares at you. You muster up your courage, feeling the alcohol already starting to sink in. “What do you mean, exactly?”

Yoongi clears his throat, continuing to work. “Never mind.”

“I wanted to date him.” You admit, sober enough to know you’ll regret saying this tomorrow but tipsy enough to not care at this moment. “I wanted to get close to him and maybe… I don’t know.”

“Maybe what?” Yoongi pushes you.

You look down at your phone. “Maybe...do that with him.”

Yoongi is frowning at you now. “You mean sex?” You fluster so bad at the word you drop your phone, right into a pile of cables under Yoongi’s desk.

You sigh loudly, no longer hiding how frustrated you are. You get out of your chair and onto your knees, lowering your head to look around for your phone. Just your luck, it’s stuck in a pile of wires. 

Noticing you fumble with it, Yoongi’s legs turn toward you. “Need some help with that?”

You look up as much as you can from under the table. You find yourself looking right into Min Yoongi’s piercing black eyes. They’re dark from a hazy look in them and the shadows cast by his bangs. You have only just realized you’re sitting between his legs. When Yoongi smirks at you, you bang your head on the underside of the desk. Yoongi laughs under his breath at you, but doesn’t move. 

You grab your phone and push up on Yoongi’s knee to stand. But just your luck, you slip on your stockings. 

Before you can fall flat on your face, a pair of large hands wrap around your waist and pull you into Yoongi’s lap. You let out a noise as you fall, but Yoongi is unfazed as you fall against him. His strong arms wrap around your back, holding you sideways on top of him. 

“S-Sorry.” You blurt immediately, turning away from his face. Too close! 

You try to get up, but Yoongi’s arms tighten around you. “What are you sorry for Y/N?” He asks in a low, deep voice. A shiver runs down your spine at how he’s looking at you. Then, he smirks. “Drunk from just one sip of my whiskey?”

You shake your head, trying to get up again. You absentmindedly place a hand on Yoongi’s chest to get up, but freeze when you feel his strong muscles through your shirt. A little tipsy, you’re not very quick-minded and linger a moment. “What’s wrong, Y/N?”

“Producer Min…” You whisper, swallowing audibly. “I think I need to go home.”

“Makes sense since it’s late. But I drank so I can’t drive you.”

“I can get a cab.” You say, looking at your hand on his chest. Was his chest always that wide and strong? You blush. 

“What about your car? You will have to leave it here if you catch a cab. Won’t you need that for work on Monday?”

You pout. “Can’t I come get it later?”

Yoongi shakes his head. “Guest parking isn’t allowed for more than 12 hours. It’ll get towed if you leave it here”

You frown. “Meanie.”

Yoongi grins at how cute you look. “Sorry doll, I didn’t make the rules.”

You sigh. You don’t know who to call to come get you either. Most of your friends are probably drunk by now since it’s Friday night, and it’s not like you can tell your parents to pick you up drunk from a guy’s house at midnight.

“...Producer Min.” You start hesitantly. Yoongi continues grinning at you, which is oddly scarier than if he was frowning. “C-Could I borrow a room tonight?”

Yoongi’s eyebrows lift. “You’re the youngest producer in our company and I’m the most senior artist. Do you think you’re allowed to do that?”

You wriggle in Yoongi’s lap in frustration, making him tighten his hold on you. His smile falls away to a dark look. “Behave.” Yoongi says, stirring something inside of you. 

“I know I’m not allowed but it’s not my fault! You’re the one that made me come here.”

“You’re the one that didn’t do a good job in the first place.” Yoongi rebuttals. 

You let out a whine in frustration. “Yoongi! Can’t you ever be nice to me? I did my best, I really did!” You don’t know why the hell Min Yoongi’s standards are so high in the first place, you always did amazing on your assignments when you majored in music!

“Yoongi?” Yoongi repeats. He leans in, making you flush and look away. As you bury your head in his shoulder, he whispers in your ear. “Is that what behaving looks like, doll?”

“Ugh, just tell me if I can borrow the room!” You demand but Yoongi doesn’t entertain you at all.

“Do you know what I think this looks like?” Yoongi’s low voice sends chills all over your body. His hands slowly rub circles in unison, one on the back of your thighs and the other on your lower back. You stay completely still, although you’re not sure why, anticipating what he is going to say. “I think you’re acting up because I got in the way of you losing your virginity tonight.”

You gasp at how Yoongi reads your mind again. You hadn’t told anyone that, not even your best friend but somehow Yoongi knew. Yes, in your ideal case, Nate would return your feelings and you could hook up tonight. It’s not like you’re waiting for marriage, just that you’ve never liked a guy enough to do it yet. 

So why are the insides of your thighs so sticky just from Min Yoongi(the man you hate)’s words?

You whimper against the side of Yoongi’s neck when his hand on the back of your thigh brushes close to the space between your thighs. If he presses any closer to your core, he would feel how wet you are. 

“Is that true, Y/N?” Yoongi whispers, dangerously sweet. You whine again as he pulls one of your bra straps through the material of your dress and lets it snap against your back. “Give me an answer.”

“Y-Yes. I wanted to lose my virginity tonight.” You admit, embarrassed at how breathless you are.

“Should I make up for it then?” Yoongi asks. 

You gasp. You push off and this time Yoongi lets you. You stand up, blushing. 

Yoongi stands slowly, no longer cheeky. “I’m sorry.” He apologizes sincerely. He looks away. “I-It must’ve been the whiskey. God, what am I doing? You're ten years younger than me. Here, let me call you a driver.” He rambles, pulling out his cellphone. 

You put a hand on his wrist, startled by his sharp change in attitude. Yoongi stills under your touch. He looks at you with worry. “Do you want to go home? Or you can borrow my room. I-I mean the extra one. It has a lock on the door, don’t worry.” Yoongi flusters, talking faster now.

“Y--Min PD.” You say, finally making him look at you. “It’s okay.”

Yoongi still shakes his head. “No, I was...I was overconfident. And I crossed a professional boundary tonight. It’s not okay, and you don’t need to forgive me for making you uncomfortable--”

You silence him with a kiss.

Yoongi pauses, then pulls away from the kiss. He holds you at arms length. “Y/N.” He says it extremely seriously. “What did that just mean?”

You look down. “...Isn’t that what I should do to s-start us?”

Yoongi cups your face and makes you look at him. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have said something so insensitive. Personally, I don’t really think virginity is a thing, but if it matters to you then it matters. I won’t force you.”

“Yoongi, I want to.” You say sincerely. Yoongi blushes. “I haven’t been waiting for anyone special or anything. It’s… I never decided to go all the way.”

Yoongi hesitates. “Are you sure?”

You nod. Yoongi sighs in relief. “Thank god. I was going crazy from how pretty you look.” He admits, before leaning in to kiss you senseless. 

You shiver at his touch, pulling him in closer.

“Like that, baby?” Yoongi kisses your neck. You whine and wrap your arms around his neck. 

“Yes, yes.” You answer, and he scoops you up into his arms, leading you towards his bedroom.

“Good.” Yoongi chuckles. He lays you down gently like a bride, then begins looking for a condom in his bedside drawer.

“W-What about you?” You ask.

Yoongi returns with the condom and a bottle of lube beside him, peering at you curiously. You flush at the sight of his hard cock which he easily slides a large condom on top of without breaking eye contact with you. “What do you mean?”

“A-Are you okay?” You ask, not sure how to sexily reaffirm consent. Yoongi laughs, really laughs. He leans down and presses a delicate kiss to your forehead.

“Yes sweetheart.” He chuckles. 

When you wriggle under him, his gaze darkens. “Behave.” He whispers in your ear, nipping at your earlobe. You yelp, making him laugh again as he rubs his hands up and down your sides.

He works three fingers inside you again, checking that you’re not still tense before he presses the head of his cock to your entrance. You whimper at the stretch, making Yoongi hesitate. “Need more time, doll?” he asks, pressing his forehead against yours. 

“N-No.” You reply, squeezing your eyes shut. Slowly, Yoongi enters inch by inch until he’s in to the hilt. You grip his shoulders, waiting for the slight burn to fade. Yoongi does a great job warming you up, but his cock is just a bit too big for you to take comfortably. “Y-Yoongi.”

Yoongi lets out a breathy moan. “Yes baby?” He asks. 

“F-Feels so full.” You breathe out, making Yoongi grip your hips tighter.

“Yeah baby? Feel full of me?” He urges you on, voice deep and husky from arousal. He waits until you’re comfortable, looking up at him with hazy eyes to start moving. He starts slow, making you arch up but he holds you down firmly. “Want me to use you up properly since it’s your first time, huh? That’s why you keep acting like a brat.” He punctuates the word with a deep thrust that has you scrambling for purchase in the sheets.

You whine and Yoongi finally has enough of it. He takes both of your hands in one of his and pins them above your head. He picks up his pace, eyes never looking away from your body. He watches you strain to arch up against his hold with a cocky smile, before pressing kisses to your breasts. “Good girl.” he praises when you stop fighting for control, dissolving completely into a pile of whimpers. “So good. So fucking wet.” Yoongi growls, picking up his pace.

“Y-Yoongi!” You cry out and he silences you with a hot, powerful kiss. 

“I know, baby.” He reassures, unspoken promise in his voice. “I’m here.” 

“Y-Yoongi.” You warn a few moments later, and Yoongi gives your cheek a kiss.

“Trust me, baby. I’ll let you come.” He promises, and you nod, believing him.

Finally, Yoongi’s hips start to stutter, and he reaches between your legs and rubs your clit. He pulls you flush against him when you come, trembling from how good it was.

“Good girl. So sweet for me.” He praises, peppering your face with kisses. You wrap your arms around his middle and sigh in satisfaction.

The two of you lay there like that for an indefinite time, until you speak up. “Yoongi?”

“Yes, baby?” He asks, rubbing the back of your head. 

“Am I gonna get fired for this?”

Yoongi pulls back and looks at you. “Why would you get fired for us dating?”

You’re surprised. “We’re dating?”

Yoongi blushes. “I mean, unless you don’t want to. Either way, no one will find out because it’s just between—”

“Can we take it slow? My head is spinning right now.” You giggle. Yoongi smiles warmly at you.

“Of course. But first let me clean you up.” He says, and you let him carry you to the bathroom.

In the shower, Yoongi once again proves he is true to his word. He cleans you up and changes the bedsheets. While he’s changing them, he brings you a cup of tea while you wait and kisses your forehead. 

“Yoongi, have you had a crush on me this whole time?” You ask, once situated in bed again.

“Haven’t you?” 

You think about it, then grin. “I guess I just needed some liquid courage to realize it.”

Yoongi snorts, pulling you in closer. “That was the best purchase of my life.”

[justagalwhowrites]

Lavender - Ch. 14

Tommy comes into the clinic and you offer your medical skills to both him and Joel. Continuation of Lavender Ch. 1-13 found on Tumblr here.

Pairing: Joel Miller x Female Reader

Warnings: Descriptions of injuries and treatment of injuries from canon-typical violence. No use of Y/N. Minors DNI!

Length: 5.4k

Sunday, October 4, 2009 - 3 months later 

You came out from the exam rooms and frowned. It took you a second to place the song just starting on the speakers in the waiting room. 

“Marta!” You said. “Is that Back in the U.S.S.R.?” 

“It is indeed,” she leaned across the front desk. 

“I haven’t heard that song in years!” You resisted the urge to dance in a waiting room with half a dozen patients as witnesses. The CD case was sitting on the desk and you gaped at it. “Is that the whole White Album? Where did you find that!” 

“I didn’t,” she smiled. You smiled too, shaking your head. “Andrew told me to keep my mouth shut about it until Sunday afternoon. Said you’d need it.” 

“He’s a sneak,” you said. 

“He also said you work too much, that you need to stop changing his schedule and that you need to stop conspiring with Jess,” her smile shifted to a smirk. “But I don’t think I was supposed to tell you that today.” 

“Oh I’m sure he’ll tell me himself later this week,” you rolled your eyes, still smiling. 

“You’ve got one in exam four,” she handed you a chart. “And Kristen is in with one in exam seven when you’re done there.” 

“Well, as long as we have The Beatles,” you said, tapping the file on the countertop in time to the music before heading back to the exam rooms. 

It was a small miracle that Jess had actually kept Andrew away from the clinic that day. He’d been almost unreasonably protective since Joel had left three months earlier and with your birthday the next day… You didn’t want to disrupt his life any more than you already had. He needed to do things like have a day off. His life was on track. 

The day after Joel left, you didn’t move. Andrew came by to make sure you were still alive. His knuckles were banged up. You stared at the wall. You slept. You stared at the wall some more. Andrew came back Monday morning, letting himself in your apartment and all but dragging you out of bed. 

“You can come to our place or you can go to work,” he said, standing at the edge of your bed, your face pressed against his stomach as he ran his hands over your tangled mass of hair. “Those are your choices. You need to get cleaned up, you need to get out of bed, you need to eat something. You’re not going to just rot here.” 

“I’ll go to work,” you said softly. 

“Then let’s get ready for work.” 

He walked you to the school, stood outside until he saw you go in the doors to make sure you didn’t just turn around and go back home. You didn’t go get your cup of bad coffee or stop and say hi to other teachers. You just went to your classroom and stared at the wall. Unlike in the schools before the outbreak, they’d let you paint your room. Andrew had helped. There was a solar system in one corner and a forest in another and flowering vines that framed the cracks in the cinderblock. 

Your room was the only one in the building like this. The FEDRA teachers were different than the teachers you were used to before. Everyone decorated their rooms before, doing everything they could to keep students engaged. From what you gathered for the regular schools in the QZ, that was still the case - or as much as it could be in the end of the world. But at what amounted to a military school for orphans of the war on humanity, the bare necessities were all there was. It was part of why you decided to teach at this school. Someone, you thought, needed to be invested in these kids. Why couldn’t it be you? 

So you’d decorated your room. Made a bookshelf and stocked it with things you picked up on the black market that had been brought in by smugglers and let the kids borrow what they wanted - everything from old copies of Scientific American to the Harry Potter books (you were still disappointed you’d never find out how those were going to end.) 

As you stared at the vines you’d painted four years ago, you decided that you couldn’t shut down on these kids. They had no one. You couldn’t just be one more person to leave them. You could be the one person they knew loved them. 

You made yourself smile as your students came in. Just because you didn’t matter to anyone else doesn’t mean that they didn’t matter to you. They were worth it. 

You threw yourself into your work. You picked up extra shifts at the clinic. Before, you had Sundays and Wednesdays off but now, you were there every day. Elias had talked to you twice already about burnout but you’d just shrugged him off. All you cared about was finding something that forced you to keep going, something that made you feel something besides hollow. The clinic and the school could be those things. You’d make them be those things. 

You quickly knocked on the door of exam room four before letting yourself in. 

“Hi there,” you smiled, without looking at the patient for a moment, just opening the chart. You froze. 

“Hey Kid.” 

The door closed and latched behind you. Dear Prudence was playing. 

“Hey Tommy.”

You stood there looking at each other. 

“I didn’t think you’d be in today,” he said eventually. “Thought you didn’t work on Sundays.” 

“I do now,” you shrugged. “I like keeping busy. There are no other doctors here right now but I can do a quick eval and see if a nurse can handle what you need or…” 

“No,” he waved you off. “I don’t have a problem with seeing you if you don’t have a problem seeing me. Wouldn’t blame you if you did but…” 

“I don’t,” you said quickly. He smiled. It reminded you of Joel in a way that made your heart ache while making everything seem lighter. You went to the sink and washed your hands, looking over your shoulder at him as you did. “How’ve you been?” 

“Tryin’ to stay out of trouble,” he said. “Don’t know how good a job I’ve been doing at that though.” 

“Not one of your considerable talents, I will say,” you teased. “What brings you by today?” 

“My inability to stay outta trouble,” he smirked. 

You laughed

“Alright, let’s see it.” 

He unbuttoned his shirt and shrugged out of one side of it. There was a makeshift bandage  around his bicep and you frowned. The blood was dried and the bandage looked like it had been on for far longer than it should have been. 

“Well that’s coming off,” you frowned. “And it’s probably going to hurt. The hell have you been doing, Miller?” 

He just looked sheepishly at you while you unwound the dressing, trying to do so as gingerly as possible. He still winced as the dried blood and discharge pulled on the open wound. 

“Are you fucking kidding me, Tommy?” You shook your head, looking over the injury. “The hell didn’t you come see me sooner?” 

“It didn’t seem that bad at first,” he said. “But it hasn’t been getting better and…” 

“Yeah, it’s infected you idiot,” you rolled your eyes, dropping the bandage in the trash. “When did you get this?” 

“Last week?” He winced. You sighed. 

“And why was someone shooting at you last week?” You asked. He went to respond and then glared at you. 

“Never said I got shot,” he said. 

“Yeah, I’ve had a partial shoulder shot, Tommy,” you glared at him. “I know what they look like. Who was shooting at you and why. Please tell me I’m not conspiring against FEDRA by treating you right now…” 

“It wasn’t FEDRA,” he rolled his eyes. “Just… had a run in with some bad people is all.”

You looked at him for a moment. 

“It wasn’t in the QZ was it?” 

He paused. 

“No.” 

You groaned. 

“What the fuck, Miller?” 

“Can you spare the lecture, Kid?” He asked. “Can you fix my arm or not?” 

“Nope, I’ll have to cut the whole thing off.” 

He rolled his eyes. You sighed. 

“Yes, I can fix your arm,” you said. “But it’s going to be a process because you didn’t come see me sooner. It needs debridement, I’m going to do some fairly intensive antibiotics because right now your shoulder is a goddamn Petri dish for a super bug and I want to nip that in the bud and then you’re getting stitches. And I swear to God Tommy if you don’t follow my directions for wound care…” 

“You’re not as scary as you think you are, Kid,” he smirked. “But I’ll listen to ya.” 

You glared at him but went and got what you needed from the supply room and scrubbed in before gloving up. 

“You’re lucky I like you,” you said, sitting next to him on the exam table as you injected his arm with local anesthetic. He winced. “Otherwise I’d just do this without numbing you up just to teach you a lesson.” 

You got out a scalpel and forceps, testing his arm after a minute before starting in on the infected tissue. 

“That’s disgusting,” he sounded a little sick. 

“Yeah, well, this is the price you pay for being a dumbass,” you said, focused on his arm.

“Your bedside manner is shit, Kid, anyone ever tell you that?” 

“You’d be the first,” you replied, depositing some of the tissue on a sterile cloth and going back in. He laughed. “Hold still or I will take off your arm.” 

He looked straight ahead for a moment while you worked, eyes narrowed, trying to make sure you were getting all the infected tissue while not taking any of the healthy with it. But after a few minutes he looked at you. 

“So how’ve you been?” He asked. 

“Busy,” you said noncommittally. 

“C’mon,” he said. “You know what I’m askin’.” 

You were quiet for a minute. 

“He told you then,” you said eventually. 

“Yeah.” He was still looking at you. You resisted the urge to cry. You couldn’t fuck up your sterile field. 

“Well, I’m still here,” you shrugged as you deposited more tissue on the cloth, giving the wound a final look. You grabbed the saline and went back to it. “May not want to tell him that, it’d probably be a let down.” 

“Look, Joel’s a fucking asshole but he’s not that much of a fucking asshole,” he said, sounding a bit defensive. “He wouldn’t want anything to happen to you.” 

“He said he never wanted to see me again,” you irrigated the wound and looked it over again. “A lot easier to do if I dropped dead or left town.” 

Tommy didn’t say anything. You put the saline away and got out the suture kit. 

“I’m going to stitch you up now,” you said. “Let me know if you feel anything, I can add to the anesthesia…” 

He just nodded and you started stitching. 

“How is he?” You asked after a moment. Tommy paused a moment before answering. 

“Survivin’,” he said eventually. You nodded slowly. 

“He going outside the QZ too?” 

“Not sure I should be telling a FEDRA doctor anything about that,” Tommy said wryly. You glared a him. “But yeah. He is.” 

“Tommy,” you groaned. “Jesus Christ…” 

“You think I can control a damn thing that man does?” He asked. You glared at him. “We both know he’s going to do whatever the fuck he wants, whatever he thinks is the best thing for everybody because no one else can take care of shit like Joel fuckin’ Miller can…” 

“Been sitting on that feeling for a while there?” You half smiled. 

“Something like that,” he muttered. 

You finished stitching his arm and gave him a shot of antibiotics.

“That’s going to start clearing the infection,” you said. “But I’m sending you home with pills, too. You take every single fucking one of them or I swear I will come and shove them down your throat like I’m drugging a dog. Bacterial infection is a shit show here as it is, I will not let you make it worse because you create an antibiotic resistant strain of super bacteria by not completing your meds…” 

“I’ll take the drugs, Kid.” 

“Good.” 

You wrapped his arm and sat back, looking at your handiwork. 

“Come in like that again and I’m not giving you the anesthesia,” you said, cleaning up your supplies. 

“Well there’s some incentive for you,” he laughed, shrugging back into his shirt. You threw away the trash and your gloves and leaned against the counter, arms crossed, watching as he buttoned his shirt. 

“How often are you leaving the QZ?” You asked.

“Don’t exactly have a set schedule,” he said, cagey. 

“Tommy.” 

“Bout twice a month.” 

You nodded slowly. 

“And how often are you getting fucking shot at?” 

He laughed a little and gave you a cocky smile. 

“Bout twice a month.” 

“Jesus Christ…” you muttered.

“They’re bad shots, Kid.” 

“Not that bad.” 

You sighed. 

“I’m only saying this because I know you’re going to keep going out there regardless of what I say about it,” you said. “But next time one of you is hurt and you don’t feel… comfortable coming to the clinic, please get me. I’ll come to you, you can come to me, I don’t really care. Just please don’t get yourselves killed because you’re stubborn idiots.” 

“That go for my idiot brother, too?” He asked, watching you. 

“Course it does,” you said. “Just hit him over the head with a frying pan after taking a thorough medical history so he doesn’t have to see me when I treat him.” 

Tommy snorted, shaking his head as he got down from the exam table. He looked you up and down, a sense of sadness on his face. 

“He’s an idiot, Kid,” he said, meeting your eyes. “I love him but he’s the biggest fuckin’ idiot I know.” 

“He’s not,” you half smiled at him. “But I appreciate the thought. Try to make sure he stays in one piece? Look out for him?” 

“I will,” he said, leaning in and giving you a kiss on the cheek.

You pressed the bottle of antibiotics into his hand and watched him leave the exam area, staring at the door he left through for a moment before going to the next exam room. 

Your birthday was a Monday. It was hard to not think about the year before, the day that Joel and Tommy made it to the QZ. You’d thought, for a while, that it was a sign that the day might not be cursed. It could hold the best and the worst of life, it didn’t matter. It felt less good now. 

This year, a long workday helped. Your students were particularly well behaved for a Monday. You weren’t sure if they sensed that you were off or if it was just a coincidence but either way, you were grateful for it. The clinic was good, too. Enough patients to keep your mind occupied and body moving, not so many that you were overwhelmed. 

“Not a bad day all things considered,” Andrew said as you finished with your last patient’s chart a few minutes before 10. The White Album was on again. 

“It was not,” you said, perching on the edge of the desk. He leaned beside you. “Thank you for The Beatles, by the way.” 

“Course,” he kissed your temple and you rested your head on his shoulder. “Knew you’d need it.” 

“I come bearing cake!” Jess sang as she came into the clinic, plate in hand. “Andrew said it wasn’t really that kind of birthday but I figure hard days are an even better excuse for cake so…” 

“Any days are a good excuse for cake,” you smiled. 

“My sentiments exactly,” she smiled back. 

The three of you walked to your place and you put on the AC/DC album that you kept at the apartment specifically for when Andrew was being a jerk about your music or needed some cheering up. 

“Awww, real music,” he said as you cut the cake. “You DO care!” 

“Don’t read into it,” you shook your head and smiled a little, passing out plates. You poured each of you a beer and you gathered around your small table. 

“To an honestly not bad birthday for the shittiest of birthdays,” Andrew raised his glass. You shook your head. 

“If society ever returns, you’re not giving a toast at my wedding,” you teased. 

You’d only gotten halfway through your beer and your slice of cake - Jess, as it turned out, was a talented baker - when there was a sharp knock on your door. The three of you looked at each other, frowning. Andrew gestured for both of you to stay put and tiptoed to the door. He checked the peephole before opening it, holding the door against his side so whoever it was couldn’t see in. 

“Are you the Kid?” A woman’s voice you didn’t recognize asked. “I was told to come here and get the Kid, it’s urgent…” 

You got up and went to the door, ducking below Andrew’s arm. He groaned. 

“You couldn’t just stay at the table…” he muttered. 

A woman, about 10 years older than you, was standing there. Her lip was swollen, blood at her arm where her shirt was torn. She looked you up and down, assessing you. 

“You’re the Kid,” she said instead of asked it this time. “Jesus, you are young.” 

“I’m 31,” you said defensively. 

“Huh,” her eyes lingered on your hair. You’d put a ribbon on the end of your braid. “You look younger.” 

“Thanks,” you said wryly. Andrew pulled you back against him, his hand on your shoulder possessively. You crossed your arms. “I take it you know Tommy?” 

“And Joel,” she said. Andrew’s hand clenched you harder. “They need help and Tommy said I should come to you…” 

“No,” Andrew said before you got a chance to respond. “I don’t care what shit they got themselves into…” 

“I don’t think I was asking you,” the woman said. “Look, I don’t have time…” 

“How bad is it?” You cut them both off. She looked you over again. You sighed. “Before the outbreak would you call an ambulance or drive to urgent care?” 

“Ambulance.” 

You shoved past Andrew and went to grab the go bag you kept stashed under your bed for emergency situations where they called you into the field from home. The woman had followed you inside. Jess waved awkwardly from the table. 

“Celebrating?” The woman asked. 

“It’s her birthday,” Jess nodded in your direction. The woman winced a little. 

“Sorry about that.” 

“Hasn’t been a day worth celebrating in a while,” you shrugged. “Don’t know why that should change now.” 

Andrew grabbed your arm and you frowned up at him. 

“You don’t need to do this,” he said. The woman stiffened, sizing him up. You ignored her. 

“Yes I do.” 

He pulled you in for a tight hug and sighed. 

“Don’t let it destroy you.” 

You gave him a stiff nod and hurried out into the night with the woman. 

“Where are they?” You asked, walking quickly to the stairs. “Their apartment?” The woman nodded once. You started down the stairs and you looked her up and down. “Can you run?” 

“There’s a reason I was the one to come get you,” she said. 

You took off for their place the second you were down the stairs, glancing back to see that the other woman wasn’t far behind.

It had been months since you’d ventured into this part of the QZ. You’d actively avoided it. You tried not to think about the fact that it had been more than three months since you’d last seen Joel but you knew it would hurt. His picture was still on your bedside table. You thought about him all the time - when you found a clever line in a book you’d share if he were reading beside you, when you remembered the way he’d touch you without thinking about it because touching you was the most natural thing in the world, when you tried to channel his blunt way of moving through life when something about the QZ was especially frustrating. You’d missed him desperately before he came to Boston. It was worse now. He was so close, close enough that you could be touching him in just minutes and he’d never been further away. You were worried you were going to be stuck like this - longing and alone - forever. 

And you were still running to his side. 

The woman let you into their apartment. Joel was flat on his back in the middle of the living room floor, Tommy beside him with a towel on Joel’s side. 

“Hey Kid,” Tommy said sheepishly. He was bleeding, too, what looked like a shallow knife wound on his ribs. You glared at him, going to the other side of Joel and dropping your pack next to him. 

“I just patched you up fucking yesterday, Miller,” you said. “And this is what you do?” 

“Can you lecture me after you save this asshole?” He asked. 

“Move the towel,” you ordered. “I need to see what I’m working with.” 

He obeyed, pulling the cloth away and revealing a bullet hole in Joel’s stomach. 

“Son of a bitch,” you breathed. “You just had to fucking go outside the QZ again, didn’t you?” 

“I know, I know,” he said. “Please say you can fix this…” 

“I sure fucking hope so,” you looked between him and the woman. “Which of you is better with blood? Both with seeing it and have lost less of it?” 

“I think I’ve lost less,” the woman said. Her fingers were winding around themselves. She was nervous. 

“Good,” you said. “Tommy, move.” You grabbed the bag and went to where he’d been and looked at the woman. “You… I’m sorry, I didn’t catch your name?” 

“Tess.” 

“Tess,” you repeated once, nodding. “You’re with me. Go wash your hands like you just swam in a sewer and you’re about to eat a sandwich. Tommy, I need light, a fuck ton of light. And boil water, I’m going to need sterile water.” 

They both rushed to obey while you assessed the situation. Joel was unconscious. You tried really hard to not think about the fact that it was Joel who was unconscious. The bullet wound was your primary concern. You checked his pulse. It was a lot weaker than you wanted. 

“Tommy,” you called. “How many towels have you gone through?” 

“Three, I think?” He called back, running in with flashlights and depositing them next to you. 

“Shit,” you muttered. Tess came back from the bathroom and you pulled a pack of gloves from your bag. “Put those on, hold pressure on the wound. I need to go scrub because I need to get in there.” 

You pulled off your button down shirt leaving just your tank top below and left Tess there, trusting her to follow your instructions. You were still fighting not to panic about the fact that it was Joel bleeding out on the living room floor. You focused on the water running over your fingers, the soap, anything but whose life you were about to try to save. 

Tess was holding the towel against Joel’s stomach when you came back in and you pulled on gloves, getting on your knees beside his body. 

“This is going to be messy for multiple reasons,” you said, looking between Tess and Tommy. “Either of you ever drawn blood before?” They glanced at each other but were silent. “Either of you happen to know his blood type?” 

“You don’t?” Tommy asked. 

“Why would I know Joel’s blood type?” You looked at him like he was crazy. 

“Weren’t you studying for that doctor exam when you were…” 

“Yeah, I didn’t go around memorizing everyone’s blood types!” You closed your eyes for a second. This was going to take a small miracle. “Doesn’t matter. I’m O-, either of you O-?” 

They shook their heads.

“Why’s that matter?” Tommy asked. 

“Because I’m basically a walking blood bag,” you said, cracking your neck. “And he’s going to need a transfusion…” 

“How are you going to transfuse him while operating?” Tess gaped at you. 

“Fucking carefully I guess!” You snapped. “This is going to be a first for me, too, but unless you guys want to move him to the clinic and get potentially executed by FEDRA for leaving the QZ…” 

“Right,” Tess nodded. “Right, OK…” 

“Any other emergent injuries that I should know about besides the gunshot wound?” You asked. They were silent. You took a deep breath and nodded. “Alright, let’s do this. Tommy, I need light.” 

He held the light over Joel’s stomach and you palpated his stomach, finding the bullet. 

“Tommy,” you glanced up at him. “I’m not sure how unconscious he is, but if he starts moving, you need to hold him down. I don’t have anesthesia and I can’t have him thrashing around when I’m wrist deep in his abdominal cavity. If the call is light or holding him still, drop the light and hold him down, got it?” 

He swallowed hard and then nodded. You picked up the scalpel, took a deep breath, and cut. Tommy made a gagging sound and you ignored him. You located the bullet quickly, lodged in the large intestine. All things considered, he got lucky. It had missed the pancreas, the stomach and the small intestine. 

“Tess,” you said as you got ready to extract the bullet. “I need you to try to monitor his pulse. If it gets any fainter, we’ll have to start a transfusion now. Once I start pulling the bullet out, the bleeding could get a lot worse.” 

You pried the bullet free, trying to move it as cleanly as possible down the path it had entered his body through - easier said than done without the proper tools. And he did start bleeding more. You just hoped it wouldn’t be too bad. 

“I need gauze, from the kit, in the sterile packs.” 

Tess moved quickly ripping it open. You yanked it out and stuffed the wound, giving you time to repair the damage to the large intestine without flooding the abdominal cavity with blood. “He’s getting pale,” Tess warned. 

“Pulse?” 

“I think it’s OK…” 

You nodded, swapping out gauze. 

“Tommy,” you said. “I need that water…” 

He grabbed the still warm kettle, handing it to you. You splashed some on your skin. It was hot but didn’t burn. You cleaned the area and watched to see if he was still losing blood, if there was a repair you’d missed. You were pretty sure you’d caught everything. 

“Good news,” you pulled the gauze from his body. “Damage was pretty minimal and it was a simple repair. I’m going to close him up, then we can just tap into me and finish this up…” 

You stitched him up quickly and yanked the gloves off before switching them for a clean pair. 

“In the bag, there should be a needle pack, alcohol wipes, some tubing and a tourniquet,” you said. “I need all of it.” 

Tess moved quickly again, handing you the supplies. You didn’t have a bag to transition the blood from you to Joel, so you were going to have to settle for a direct transfusion. It wasn’t something that was ever really done anymore, but you’d read enough about it, you were pretty sure you could figure it out. You got everything set up and sat down, your back against the couch, before putting the needle in your own arm. You removed the tourniquet and blood started flowing from you into him. You slumped over a bit, finally able to take a breath. You kept his wrist in your hand to monitor his pulse. 

“He should be largely out of the woods,” you said. Both Tess and Tommy visibly relaxed. “He’s going to need to take it easy for a while. Tommy, those antibiotics I gave you yesterday? Give Joel the same dosage. Track how many you give him, come by the clinic sometime this week when I’m there and I’ll give you another bottle.” 

“Thank you,” Tess was watching you. “For doing this. Your friend was right, you didn’t have to…” 

“Yes I did,” you closed your eyes and leaned your head back against the couch. “But I would have anyway.” 

Tommy brought you a glass of water and you chugged it, trying to pay attention to how long you’d been transferring blood and how strong Joel’s pulse was. His color was getting a bit better. Tess and Tommy were talking in hushed tones in the kitchen but you didn’t care. 

You hadn’t realized how long it had been since you’d seen Joel without tension in his face. He was soft and beautiful like this. It reminded you of life with him in Texas, when the biggest problems you had were whether or not Sarah should do regular soccer or travel soccer. You had to resist the urge to touch him, kiss him. Fuck, you loved him. You’d always be stuck loving him. 

You decided to enjoy it. You doubted you’d have a chance to see him like this ever again, so you quietly memorized his face, the flecks of gray coming into his beard, the creases around his eyes, the precise arch of his nose. You looked away for a moment to check the status of his incision - relieved to see that it wasn’t oozing blood - when the hand that was in your fingers started to move. 

You tightened your grip on him - not wanting to disturb the transfusion - but watched his face. “Tommy,” you called over your shoulder, still watching Joel.  He and Tess both rushed over, the three of you watching as Joel slowly came round. 

His eyes found you first and you braced yourself for his wrath, but it didn’t come. 

“Hey Baby,” his lips tugged up at the edges. “Did I die? What are you doin’ here?” 

“Not dead,” your heart was racing. “You’re very much alive, despite your best efforts.”

“He doesn’t remember,” Tommy said. “Why doesn’t he remember?” 

“He will,” you said. “He’s just out of it. He probably won’t remember this at all, which is just as well…” 

“Always remember you…” he muttered. He tried to sit up but you pushed him back down. His eyes drifted over you. “Even dead you’re so fuckin’ pretty…”

“Not dead, Joel. Giving you a blood transfusion right now,” you said. “And you just had surgery. You need to lie still for me, OK?” 

“Knew you’d be a doctor,” he mumbled, closing his eyes again. “My girl the doctor…” 

“That’s me alright,” you said, feeling light headed. You looked up at Tommy. “Hold him down for me? I think he’s got enough blood now and I can’t stand losing much more…” 

Tommy listened as you stopped the transfusion and got everything cleaned up. Joel was unconscious again, but no longer bleeding out. 

“He’ll need to be monitored for the next 48 hours,” you said, writing out some basic care instructions. “Anything goes to shit, Tommy, you know where to find me. And don’t forget about the antibiotics. We can’t have him getting infected…” 

“We can pay you when we cash in from this run,” Tess said, her hands in her back pockets as she watched you. You frowned. 

“I don’t want your money,” you said. 

“I’m not comfortable owing someone,” she replied. You read between the lines. She wasn’t comfortable owing you, Joel’s ex. Something told you that Tommy hadn’t mentioned the specifics of your relationship to Joel. And Joel had moved on. Of course he’d moved on. There was a stabbing pain in your chest that you’d have to cry about once you were out of here. 

“You don’t,” you said, desperate to go home. “Really. Hippocratic oath and all that…” 

“There has to be something you need,” she said. 

You looked at her, thinking for a moment before settling on something. 

“Can you take me outside the QZ?” 

A/N: Soooooo please excuse any and all medical errors in this sucker. I word for a living (that's right, I write all day at work and then I get on my personal laptop and write all evening because why not.) I know jack crap about anything medical beyond what some googling does and the fact that I binged watched both Grey's Anatomy and E.R. at the start of the pandemic. This is probably a medical disaster area but just act like I know what I'm talking about, OK? It'll be way more fun that way.

Thank you as always for reading! We're into the QZ era of the story which I might be weirdly excited about given the realities of it. I have lots planned for this chunk of the fic and I hope you all enjoy it. I love love LOVE reading all your comments and seeing what you respond to and connect with. Thanks so much for sticking with this story! I love you all!

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[ohtobeleah]

Need more of Terms of Endearment. Plz and thank xx

Warnings // Rooster x F!Reader. Hangman x Platonic!F!Reader. Mentions of Alcohol consumption and physical assault.

Masterlist

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“What the hell are you playing at Hangman?” Rooster questioned as he dried his hair roughly with the towel that had recently been tucked around his waist. A fresh pair of jeans now adorning his hips.

“I'm playing matchmaker–” Hangman was quick to respond as he sat the car seat down on the bench in the locker room. Tapping the top of it twice with a shit eating grin. “Fe asked me to drop this off before you go.” Rooster hadn’t even thought about the car seat. God his Bronco was not built to harbour a car seat. “She also told me to tell you that she’ll call when she's leaving the workshop.”

“Id ask if you hit that bird on purpose but I know you wouldn’t be stupid enough to risk ruining a multi million dollar jet on the grounds of setting me up with your roomie.” You and your little girl Dot had been living off base with Jake since you arrived in North Island in the middle of the night, running for what was essentially life or death. You wouldn't have come to Jake if you had any other choice–not one for handouts or charity, so when he was opening his door in the middle of the night, bat in hand because who the fuck was trying to bang his god damn door down in the middle of the fucking night–he was softening instantly.

“I have nowhere else to go–” You sobbed as Jake dropped the bat to the ground just barely missing his own foot. Completely and wholeheartedly accepting you and your crying daughter into his humble abode. He wasn’t blind, nor did he have a deviated septum. He saw the bruises and smelt the absurd amount of liquor on your breath. The way you clung to your daughter like she was your entire word made Jake hold his tongue. Pressing it into the side of his cheek as he let his chin rest on top of your head. It had to have been bad if you drove in the state you were in.

“Uh, I prefer stowaway–actually.” Jake teased as he watched Rooster throw his shirt over his head. “She needed a push—“

“I know what I’m doing man, I don’t need you interfering with my love.” Rooster huffed, he honestly didn’t mind playing the long game with you. He knew winning you over slowly would be worth it in the long run. He wasn’t all that sure of what you had been through—both you and Jake liked to keep that information under lock and key. But Bradley knew, he knew you were worth the wait, the work, the effort it would take to break your walls down brick by brick.

“Your love life is nonexistent Bradshaw I’m doing you a favour here!” Jake was no stranger to bringing home beautiful women, but ever since you and little Dot had been occupying his spare room? He had become more and more selective about the type he brought home. “And honestly, I’m just about sick of having to explain the children’s toys lying around whenever I bring someone home—“

“So this isn’t about Y/n at all then?” Rooster scoffed as he shook his head in utter disbelief. “This is about you wanting her out of your place.” Rooster had never actually strapped an infant's car seat into his car before. Picking up the capsule he marched out of the locker room into the hall, Hangman right on his tail. “I don't know what your thought process is man, but getting me to pick up Dot isn’t gonna have Y/n outta your house any quicker.”

The first time Bradley met you, he'd been tasked with finding out why Hangman was late for work. The cocky fighter pilot with the big ass egomaniacal smile and even bigger shit eating grin was usually if anything early. But the day Bradley first met you? It had been two hours since the first flight and Coyote was about ready to trade out his wingman. Patient had worn very thin. There’d been no calls and texts from Jake, no excuse or reason for his absence.

“Bagman!” Rooster was banging down Jake's front door incessantly. Huffing when there was no response. “Jake man you good?” He never stopped knocking. It’s what had woken you from what felt like your final resting spot on the lounge in the living room. The morning after Jake had taken you in. “SERESIN!” Roosters knuckles didn't meet hardwood when you swung the door open. Almost connecting with your already bruised and battered face as you held the door open.

“Fuck off!” Bradley Bradshaw had never been so taken aback in his life. “Stop knocking its rattling my fucking brain.” Rubbing your eyes as you yawned, stepping back to let whoever it was that wanted your brother so desperately into the house that would soon become a home. “Jakes upstairs–” At the mere mention of his name, Jake Seresin was barreling down the stars still doing up his flight suit. He knew he’d fucked up, but he’d been up with you all night holding your hair out of your face while you cried and threw up the content of your stomach. Dot in his lap crying in hysterics because she hadn’t slept a wink either. He’d only just work up after having slept like a log through his alarm.

“Dude—I’m fucked aren’t I?” Jake groaned as he tried slipping his work issued steel caps on.

“Who's the walking corpse?” Rooster asked as he watched you fall back onto the lounge, your ass on full display for him as you rolled over and pulled up the blanket Jake had given you. You were so plastered that the pain of your hangover hadn’t even set in yet. Jake was right, maybe he should have taken you to get your stomach pumped last night, but he was confident you'd thrown enough up that it wasn't a life threatening amount. “She's wearing your TopGun shirt–” Raising a questioning eyebrow, Rooster turned back to Jake. “You let strays stay the night now do you?”

“She's my sister.” Bradley heard the way Jake said it with a sigh, like he was almost disappointed. Jake could never be disappointed having you as a sister, but he was disappointed in a few of the choices you made that led you to this moment. Hungover, on his lounge with your daughter still asleep upstairs. You hadn’t been coherent enough last night to watch over her. Jake had stepped in. “Shows up on my doorstep last night, believe it or not she was in a worse state than this.”

“And the bruises?”

“Like I said, she showed up on my doorstep last night in a worse state than this.” Jake repeated himself as he held back tears. “I haven't really been able to get much out of her besides vomit.”

“Why haven't you ever told me you have a sister?” Rooster knew it was probably a stupid question to ask as he watched Jake fixed up the blacket that youd thrown harphazardly over yourself. “All this time we've known you and never a peep about a sibling—well, we know you have a brother but—“

“Non-biological.” Was the only answer Jake gave Bradley. “And whatever it is she’s going through it must be bad or else she wouldn’t have shown up here.”

“Yeah but if she’s occupied with you she might not be home all that much and before you know it? She’ll have approval for staff accommodation in no time.” You’d been waiting for a house for you and Odette the second you applied for a job as a technician. Jake had been the one to set you up. Your visit wasn’t meant to be permanent, but it seemed to be the safety and most secure option for you and your daughter.

“And she swears you’re an alright guy?” Rooster groaned as he unlocked his car, opening the passenger side door before placing the capsule inside. “Stay out of my love life—I don’t appreciate the meddling.”

“Fine, but I’m not making any promises to not meddle in Felix’s love life—“ Jake was quick to slightly step Bradley aside as he watched him struggling to connect the capsule car seat. “Here, you gotta loop the straps.” Rooster just stood back and took notes. How many times had Hangman actually done this? “She deserves the world and if I know anyone deserving of her? I’m looking at him.” Rooster just let the compliment Jake had gifted him sink in. Perhaps this wasn’t such a bad thing—maybe Jake was genuinely doing him a solid.

Or maybe Jake Seresin was truly just over the two year old who cock blocked him more than she’d ever know.

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Odette Dolan was the light of your world. Anyone who knew you knew that you’d set fire to the rain for that little girl. And as Bradley waited at the front counter of Sunny Side preschool and after school care, he understood what that feeling felt like.

“Who are you to little Odette again, Mr. Bradshaw?” One of the early educators asked as she eyes Rooster down. Curious as ever to know who this mystery man was. You’d only ever picked Dot up. Jake had done a few scattered—but it was always you if you could help it.

“Uh—I’m whoever she needs me to be I guess.”

Roosted rubbed the back of his head nervously. “Y/n asked if I could pick her up, I was free—so why not right?” 

“Well, She had a bit of a meltdown just after lunch but since she's woken up from her nap she’s been fine—“ One of the early educators beamed as she signed Rooster in. His palms were sweaty as he rubbed them together. “I already let her know that mummy’s friend Rooster was coming to pick her up today so she didn’t get too disgruntled on pick up.”

“Routines are important, I get it.” Rooster had a soft spot for your daughter. That spot got a whole lot bigger when Dot came flying around the corner with her bag on her back, shoes on the wrong feet and a picture of a stick figure flying a plane that her early educators had helped her draw.

It was Bradley. Her Rooster.

“Hey Dot!” Rooster beamed at the little girl smashing into him as he crouched down to pick her up–swinging her up onto his hip. “Whatcha got there?” Rooster always had the all the time in the world for Odette Dolan. How a single man has so much patience and so much unconditional love for a two year old you'd never understand. But they shared a bond like no other. Jake liked to joke that Rooster and Dot bonded so well because they shared the same mental age, but you knew deep down it was because he saw a little bit of himself in her.

“Wooster–” Your little girl laid her head gently against Rooster's shoulder, her eyelids heavy as he handed him the paper. Another picasso to add to his ever growing collection of fridge drawings. Too sentimental to let fall to the wayside. His heart exploded like new years eve fireworks over Time Square every single time she’d hand him a new artwork dedicated in his honour.

“Oh for me?” Rooster raised his eyebrows in excitement as he took the piece of paper. “Woah! You’re getting so good at these, looks just like me” If Bradley were a few pounds lighter maybe.

“Mama?” Dot questioned as she looked around for where you might be. Holding your daughter a little tighter as Rooster said his thanks to the early educators before venturing outside.

“No bubba, just me—“ When Rooster placed Odette into her car seat, he double then triple checked if everything was secure. “But mama's coming soon.” For a moment Rooster just sat in his car, wondering if he should go back to his or not. Looking over at your daughter as she already started to doze off in her seat, Rooster settled his decisions.

First Stop? The Hard Deck for some take away. Second Stop? Your house, not because he didn’t trust himself to take care of a two year old. But because this specific two year old probably wanted to go home.

And who was Bradley Bradshaw to deny your daughter of anything she wanted?

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Tags: @a-serene-place-to-be @lilyevanswhore @thescarletknight2014

[shih-coulda-had-it]

DELIRIUM with Nana and young Toshi if you'd like?

WAYYY LONGER THAN 10 SENTENCES, but you were also the only one who asked for the fic prompts so. :D

context: Toshinori noticed his Quirkless friends were signing up for a sketchy summer camp (like, you know those paper ads taped on street sign posts with the numbers? Do Not Emulate This Behavior), and realizing that pro-heroes didn't have jurisdiction over non-Quirk issues, didn't tell Nana and Sorahiko ahead of time that he would 'infiltrate' and take down the program from the inside. It is due to sheer luck and a nagging instinct that Nana goes, "Hey, where is my apprentice."

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When Sorahiko told Nana that she had picked up a trouble magnet, Nana wisely made the decision not to correct him. Young Toshinori did not attract trouble; he chased after it with all the passion and single-mindedness of a bloodhound, armed with nothing more than his fists if he couldn’t find a convenient meter-long pipe. Giving One for All to Toshinori was going to enable his terribly blasé approach to self-preservation, but at least it would give him a tool to save his life.

She regretted not having given One for All to him already. If he’d had it, maybe he wouldn’t be trapped in this cabin, waiting for a ‘camp counselor’ to unbar the door from the outside. 

Yeah, she was definitely giving Toshinori One for All when he turned fourteen. Sorahiko could scream into his hands all he wanted.

Nana let herself into the unlit cabin, closed the door behind her, cracked a glow stick and tried not to scream herself, seeing Toshinori’s body sprawled on the wooden floor. She bolted to his side and scanned for injuries, but the light from the glow stick was dim and green. The most she could discern were the zipties around his wrists and ankles.

Her young successor flinched awake when Nana touched his shoulder. He stared at her, uncomprehendingly, with his mouth partially opened in a gasp. He looked his age for once.

“Toshinori-shonen,” she opened, intending to sound brisk and business-like, because the alternative was to sound like his mother, which she clearly was unqualified to be. Before Nana could get another word in, Toshinori scrambled to get further away, pressing his back to the wall.

“You can’t be her,” Toshinori said. His voice trembled, and the automatic shaking of his head made his bangs swish back and forth. He wouldn’t meet her eyes. “You’re not really here. Oshishou wouldn’t come get me, because I got myself into this mess, and I have to get myself out. I didn’t--I didn’t even leave her a message. Who are you, really?”

“Kiddo, it’s me.”

“I’m not falling for that!”

“Shh!” Nana looked back towards the door, raising her hands like she could stifle the sound. Distractedly, she said, “Toshinori-shonen, you haven’t answered any of my calls for the past week, and you left a paper trail. Why wouldn’t I be here?”

“A paper trail?” he echoed. “I didn’t! Who are you?!”

Nana shushed him again but was startled by his clumsy tackle, and the ineffective flailing of his pointy elbows and knees. She yelped and dropped the glow stick.

“I’m not gonna let you trick me,” Toshinori babbled, thrashing like a fish out of water. “Oshishou isn’t coming for me, because I didn’t tell her anything! She’s not going to waste her time trying to find some stupid Quirkless kid! And--and--!”

“Toshinori!” she snapped, and grappled her kid so he was flat on his stomach. Without hesitation, Nana reached up and broke the plastic around his wrists using One for All. “All Might, it’s me. Seventh Wonder. I’m here.” She let Toshinori up to roll around, and she sat back on her heels as he slowly, painfully propped himself upright.

“But you can’t be. I--I lied to you.”

“You did say you needed a vacation,” Nana said in a tone so dry, Toshinori cracked a nervous smile. She gestured towards his ziptied ankles. “You okay to handle that? We’re jailbreaking this camp, and I thought you’d like to free yourself first.”

“Did Gran Torino come with you?” He rubbed his forearms, chafed his palms, and then leaned forward to look at the restraint. It was digging into the skin. Nana hoped that Toshinori would ask for help--that he would believe that Nana had come to rescue him.

“He’s raring to kick some ass.”

“They’re not using Quirks,” Toshinori told her. He found one end of the ziptie and started tightening the loop. “That’s how I know you’re not real. I have to do it. Oshishou and Gran Torino are pro-heroes, they wouldn’t risk their licenses breaking the law. I’m handling it. I’m handling it, I swear.”

Okay, next plan after giving Toshinori One for All: a secretive lecture about Gran Torino’s historical breaking of the law.

Nana intervened with whatever harebrained idea Toshinori had about ripping the ziptie by jamming one gloved finger between plastic and flesh. It was easier to do so with the ankles than the wrists, especially with how bony Toshinori was. Her kid froze.

“Gran Torino’s out of uniform right now,” she reassured him. “He’s going to pretend to be a speedster, call an anonymous tip to the local heroes, and beat the snot out of the counselors for as long as he can. I’m going to smash into the scene like I’ve been chasing my arch-nemesis once I get you secured.

“With a little bit of theatrical flying and property damage, we’ll uncover the barracks and get the kids out. You have the choice of joining Gran Torino in the getaway car, or staying with the kids to provide a soundbite and evidence. Understand?”

He blinked, several times. And in a small voice, Toshinori asked, “Oshishou?”

She smiled at him, and with a flash of One for All, broke the second ziptie. “That’s me, Toshinori-shonen.”

[itaerae]

cupid 💭💭

pairing: ollie x hopeless!reader

summary: a hopeless romantic who’s given up with love. will a boy as sweet as chocolate be able to melt their heart ? psst, cupid is so dumb !

word count: 614

warnings: defo inspired by cupid from fifty fifty; angst if you squint ! (not proofread)

notes: i’m so nervous for this thursday, praying ollie doesn’t get eliminated rn ୨୧

ollie, the guy with the cute smile and personality was unfortunately your admirer. you couldn’t quite wrap your head around the question; why would he choose you out of anyone in the school. he’s an odd one, isn’t he ?

too bad you’ve given up interest when it comes to love. everything just ends in heartbreak anyway. love is like a fairytale they say, it could either be the worst thing or the best thing in your life. unluckily, you learned the hard way; love just wasn’t it for you.

hearts were broken way too many times, you just couldn’t take anymore chances. so why did he have to come and invade the walls you’ve built ?

class ended like usual, same old couples were spotted left and right in the hallways. you can’t lie, you were a bit bitter. “why date when you can just love yourself ?” you muttered, unlocking your locker.

and there they were, daily gifts and letters ollie would place in your locker. normally you would just ignore them, but today your mood was quite sour. seeing these fueled your resentment and annoyance for the poor boy.

snatching them, you stomped down the hallway looking for your victim. finally, you spotted him strolling around, chocolate bar in one hand. you grouched your way toward the unsuspecting target.

“how many times have i told you to stop giving me these useless things !” you practically threw them in his face. “i don’t like you ollie, i never will. just stop bothering me !” maybe you went too far, but red took over your vision.

he looked shocked, honestly hurt. defeated, he waved his hands in the air. “alright.. i won’t annoy you anymore” he picked at his fingers, looking down towards the concrete. you huffed and walked away.

physics was really waring you out today, you could really use one of those chocolate bars from ollie. you opened your locker to nothing, at first you were surprised. then you realized the events that took place yesterday; guilt clouded your mind.

you didn’t mean to take all your frustration out on the boy, but you couldn’t help yourself. you just decided to by some snacks from the vending machine. while on your path, you noticed ollie studying in the lounge.

he also noticed you but a look of realization flashed across his face, and he looked away. you felt bad of course, he basically resembled a kicked puppy. the whole afternoon you thought of ways to apologize, but every thought made you cringe. you groaned and banged your head on the desk.

ollie indeed still admired you from afar, so when he learned you were plotting an apology for him; his heart constricted. he was completely swoon over you, and the thought of you finally giving him a chance had him over the moon. that night, he went home and prepared one of his infamous gifts.

you thought ollie was really upset at you. he hadn’t greeted you as usual in two days. that was the longest you’ve ever seen him distance himself. you mentally cursed yourself for crushing the poor boys heart. you may or may not have developed some feelings too.

opening your locker to grab some textbooks, the first thing you noticed was the familiar heart shaped note. your heart skipped a beat, you opened it immediately.

my heart somehow finds its way back to you, will you allow me to melt yours like chocolate ? -ollie

you were astonished to say the least; he was still choosing you. his devotion had you levitating, maybe this wouldn’t be so bad after all. you were gonna make him yours.

[lexosaurus]

Twelve Hours: Chapter 2

Part 2 of 5 of my fic for Ecto Implosion, the DP reverse mini-bang (artists go first, writers go second).

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Characters: Danny Fenton, Harriet Chin, GIW (mentioned a lot) Tags: Identity Reveal, Flashbacks, Runaway Danny Fenton, Angst WC: 1937 Summary: When the GIW revealed Danny to the world, the only thing he could do was run. Run and run and run until he escaped to Chicago, trying desperately to disappear. Too bad it didn't work.

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“I see you reacted to that,” Harriet said. Where Danny expected that greedy journalist spark behind her eyes that he’d grown used to over the years, there was none. Instead, she tilted her head, regarding him in earnest. “I take it you’ve seen this before.”

There was no use in lying. Not when he’d finally come so far as to agree to do this interview. “I’d love to sit here and say that I was the perfect therapy patient, that I never went digging up videos and posts about myself online. But I did. And I watched this interview and others just…I don’t even know. A lot.”

“And what was going through your mind back then when you would watch it?”

Danny didn’t even have to try to put himself back in his younger shoes to feel the spark of rage that shot through his chest. He just hoped that the long exhale that followed didn’t get picked up by the microphone. “I felt angry. And depressed. Yeah, like I wasn’t even human.”

“And yet, you kept watching it,” Harriet observed.

“It’s a cycle, you know?” Danny leaned back, looking up at the bright studio light. Behind it were the ceilings that Danny was sure were white, but looked more like a cream with the warm lights and red walls surrounding them. “I felt so alien. At the time, I mean. Just, so low. And here I had a video of the man who made my life a living hell for so long saying all these things that hurt me. Then I’d get paranoid, so I’d go reading the comments and watching more videos. I just had to hear everyone say why they thought I was a horrible monster, I guess. It was addictive. Sort of…” He almost stopped himself there. “Sort of like this weird self-harm cycle.”

“Did seeing that video today bring any of those emotions back?”

“I’d be lying if I said no.” 

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10:00:00

Danny touched down on the pavement and released his hold on his invisibility. The alley was humid, and with the dumpster next to him, it smelled revolting. A rat must have died in it.

But that was exactly the sort of problem he needed right now—one that ensured an empty alley. If anyone caught him triggering his detransformation, he’d be dead.

Bright rings flashed over his eyes, and he stepped away from the dumpster. He rolled his shoulders, sore from holding his arms in position during his long flight over. His hoodie was still scruffed, and his eyes were probably surrounded by deep circles, but—maybe with a sick sort of internal sarcasm—he realized that those attributes wouldn’t make him stand out so much here.

Of course, that didn’t keep the terror from freezing his legs in place. 

No, this was his only option now, as counterintuitive as it seemed. Rural communities were too tight-knit, too interested in newcomers. And worse, they were full of anti-ghost sentiment. There was no way he could hide in a small community, no matter how hard he tried. It would only take one person, one old neighbor who watched too much anti-ghost news, to pick up their phone and turn him in.

But here in Chicago, it would be safer. He wasn’t Danny Fenton here; he was just…another kid, another runaway, another sore sight people quickly averted their gaze from.

He had everything he could need here. Places to hide, stores to grab things from with the help of his powers, and corners to sleep in. Even if someone recognized him, he could easily slip into the crowd and disappear.

He took a shuddering breath, unlocking the muscles in his calves. He would be okay. Everything would be okay.

Internally, that mantra sounded more pleading than not.

He threw his hoodie over his hair and walked toward the sidewalk. Maybe doing something with his hair wouldn’t be such a bad idea. Should he dye it, maybe? That’s what people did in the movies, right?

Though, how would he turn his black hair brown? He would probably have to bleach it first. Damn, Sam would be such a good resource to have right now.

He almost swiped his phone from his pocket to call her. Almost. But he resisted.

Now at the precipice of the alley, he peered out to the bustling street before him. It was full of people shuffling to and fro, cars zooming by in the street, voices and shouts dancing in the open air. Packed around him were skyrises, proudly showing off their clean windows and pristine bricks.

Danny had come here last summer, he realized. His parents had taken him to the Sears Tower. His dad had complained about the “normal people” clothes they were forcing him to wear (even though he still managed to defy the odds by sporting a Hawaiian T-shirt, much to Jazz’s chagrin).

Jazz and his mom had been so excited to see the top of the tower. Jazz even had her pink Polaroid on her—a birthday gift from their parents. She wanted to get a family photo of all of them with the skyline in the background.

Danny had complained, of course. As the younger sibling, it was his job to complain about the silly tower and his sister’s silly “fun” historical facts about it.

“Who cares how many windows it has, Jazz?” He remembered asking.

Jazz had cared, though. She’d cared enough to tell him. But…he couldn’t remember what it was she said. He might never get the chance to hear her talk about the dumb tower again.

A sting began knocking on the corners of his eyes, and he blinked, forcing it away. His parents weren’t here this time. Neither was Jazz, or Sam, or Tucker. He’d probably never see any of them again if the Guys in White had their way.

But no, surely the GIW wouldn’t chase him around forever, would they?

He thought back to the way they’d cornered him at school. All the officers and agents in the school’s main office surrounding him as soon as he stepped in. All the guns pointing at him. And then Operatives O and K stepped out from beside Principal Ishiyama’s desk, their sunglasses burning holes in his skull.

“Game over, Phantom,” Operative K had said.

Danny had taken a step back at that, locking eyes with Ishiyama who seemed unable to do anything but stare back at him in a mixture of disbelief and…fear.

Danny crouched down, his skull between his hands. “Stop thinking about that,” he hissed, curling his fingers to tug at his hair.

He wasn’t at the school anymore. He was in Chicago, alone, at the edge of some sidewalk in the Loop because he needed to blend into a crowd, and he needed to find some place that had food because he was so tired, so hungry, he was running and he was done and broken and—

“Jesus!” A pair of high-heeled boots stumbled over him, nearly sending his skull straight into the concrete.

He caught himself with his palms, his knees only barely scraping the ground. He hadn’t even felt the woman make contact with him. He must have been too caught up in his head.

That was dangerous. He would have to stop thinking so much.

“You okay?” a masculine voice asked. 

Danny turned his head up, a polite response ready on his lips. But when he saw the tall man reaching out to the fur-coated woman, her handbag outstretched in his palm, the response died in Danny’s throat.

The woman accepted the purse with a breathy, “Yes, I’m fine. Thank you.” 

“Watch where you’re going. These addicts are everywhere these days,” the man said.

“Right, sorry,” the woman said, but she wasn’t talking to Danny either. Instead, she nodded to the man and continued on down the street.

Leaving Danny there, still on the sidewalk, his whole chest now emptied of any sort of feeling.

Because…right.

That was just it.

…

Right.

He surveyed the crowd, but no one gave him a second glance in return. And why would they, in his scruffy hoodie, stained jeans, pale face, and dirty fingers? He wasn’t one of them. He could never be one of them again.

He should have been upset. He had been distressed just moments ago, but not anymore. There was simply nothing left to feel other than blank, white, nothing. 

Dragging his hand across the sidewalk, he picked himself back up, slowly, because he was tired and no one was stopping to help him anyway. Who cared how long he took? It wasn’t like he had anywhere to go!

Across the street, a billboard screen dissolved, changing the advert to a familiar metallic green background he’d become hideously acquainted with. On one side of the billboard was an artist's rendition of Phantom with dark, sickly gray skin, vicious eyebrows, and piercing green eyes. His mouth was missing, only adding to his menacing glare.

No, it was more than that. He didn’t just look angry, he looked downright dangerous.

As if to drive that point home, the advert circled and slashed face in red. Beside the Phantom imagery were the bold, green words reading, “ANTI-ECTO LAWS. Don’t let the ghosts haunt you, call the GIW.”

The slogan taunted him, just as it had been doing since the laws began passing. And what was once just a minor annoyance—just another thing to add to his growing list of bullshit to deal with—had festered into a scar on his whole existence. That stupid slogan had transformed into an entire media campaign featuring him as a monster with an impending future he could only dream of escaping. And he had to live with all that, all their mockery in his ear saying that no matter how far he flew, or how well he hid, he would never be free.

He turned away from the advert and began walking down the sidewalk. Countless people passed by him alone and in groups. Some bustled by dressed in suits with phones to their ear, and others laughed to each other, walking in the hurry of someone on vacation. 

But if there was one commonality in the passersby, it was that everyone gave him a wide berth. Not because he was a stranger or even because he was Fenton Phantom, but because he was just one of those people. A social outcast, someone who—with hardly a touch—wouldn’t just sully their clothes, but their very souls.

He turned another corner, and another billboard—one in print instead of on a screen—glowered back at him. This one was like the other, with the silhouette of Phantom slashed out in red as if to tell the world, “We may not have him yet, but we will soon.”

“You won’t,” Danny said, not caring if anyone saw him talking to himself. He was just a homeless addict anyway, wasn’t he? One of the crazies? “You won’t get me.”

“You can’t make those kinds of promises to yourself,” the billboard seemed to say back to him, its deep, derisive voice nearly identical to Operative O’s. 

“I can. I’m smarter than you and your whole stupid organization. You had me surrounded, and I still managed to escape from you. Nothing you try will get me.”

The billboard’s laugh reverberated around the street in a show of revolting arrogance. “We underestimated you, child, but we’re a branch of the federal government. We have the money to not make those mistakes twice.”

“You won’t get me,” Danny whispered.

“That’s not up to you to decide.”

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