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study-coffee-chicago · 3 years ago

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Seasons of PD: Season 8: Full-Circle Moment (A Jay Halstead + Halstead Sister Imagine)

A/N: I'm back with the Seasons of PD/Seasons of Med storylines! I hope you enjoy it, despite this one being a shorter imagine. And, please remember to reblog and comment! I love seeing how many of you really enjoy reading these! Thank you for reading and enjoy!

Your age: 19

Jay's age: 33

"Don't you have class?" Jay asked as he walked inside to see you currently making yourself a sandwich.

You motioned to your laptop and took one of your headphones out. "The beauty of online classes is that I can make lunch while watching my lectures."

"Don't you need to like, I dunno, wear jeans?"

You sighed. It's been over a month and he still didn't get this online stuff. "They can't see the bottom half of me, Jay. I can wear pajama bottoms. Hell, half the time I just wear a hoodie with nothing underneath it, too, because you can't even see my boobs."

"Okay...well, I'm gonna go take a nap. We've been up all night working a case. Plus, it's a kid case. Shit, I wasn't supposed to tell you that. Forget I said anything."

"You can't just say that and expect me not to try and find information!"

"Yes, I can. And, do not call Adam and ask him. Because I think Platt threatened to put his balls in a blender if he gave away case-sensitive information again. And, I think he learned this time, so it's not even worth it."

***

That conversation between you and Jay had happened a month ago. You now knew that this was the case that had brought Kim and Adam to Makayla. You had met her once, she was shy, and rightfully so after what she had been through, but she had warmed up to you after a little while. It helped that Kim and Adam said they trusted you.

And now, because of this, you were on your way to Kim's apartment with Makayla (you had picked her up from school after Kim called in, allowing for you to pick up her daughter) to watch Makayla for the night because her sitter had gotten sick unexpectantly and all of Intelligence was tied up with some car-jacking crew...plus, you knew that Kim and Adam had been itching to get drinks together but it was hard because of work and a kid. So, you told them to stay at work as long as they needed, and if they still felt up to it, to go get drinks afterward. You could handle Makayla.

"We going home?" Makayla asked.

"We are," you confirmed. In the passenger seat, you also had your overnight bag just in case Adam and Kim took you up on your offer to let them stay out all night.

"Is Kim okay?" she asked worriedly.

"Oh, yeah, she's fine. She's just working fighting off all the bad guys. My brother told me she'd be late and you can trust him."

"I know. I like Jay. He's nice."

"He is, isn't he?"

Once you got to Kim's apartment building, you helped Makayla out of the car and grabbed your bag from the passenger seat. Then, you went inside and up to Kim's floor. She had told you where she hid the spare key and you unlocked the door and let the two of you inside.

"You wanna go change out your uniform while I make you a snack?"

Makayla nodded and scampered off to her room.

When she came back out, you had apple slices with peanut butter waiting for her.

"What's in your bag?" she asked sweetly between apple slices.

"Oh, just my pajamas in case I need to stay over a little later," you answered.

"What color are they?"

"You wanna see them?" Makayla nodded excitedly at her new friend.

You unzipped your duffle bag and set Beary down on the ground since he was top of everything in your bag.

"My pajamas bottoms are purple, but I just have a t-shirt for the top. Not as cute as yours, I bet," you said while holding up the two clothing items.

When she didn't respond, you looked up at her to see that her eyes were locked on your Build-A-Bear.

"Your bear wears clothes?" she asked.

"Yeah," you answered with a small laugh. "I went to this place a long time ago and made a bear and then I got clothes for it. Jay and my other brother, Will, still even get me new clothes for him sometimes," you answered.

"Did Jay make your bear?" Makayla asked, curious about how a teddy bear was wearing clothes. None of her stuffed animals had clothes on them!

"No, I made it with my mommy a long time ago." You don't even remember if you made it or if it was just given to you when you were a baby or toddler, but you knew your mom had either got it for you or that the two of you went to Build-A-Bear and made the bear together.

Makayla's face fell. "I don't have a mommy anymore. Or a daddy."

Your heart shattered at what she said. You wanted to say that she had Kim and Adam, who were basically her mommy and daddy, but knew that it was too soon for that. So, you went with another option.

You crouched down in front of her.

"I don't have a mommy or daddy either," you said.

"You don't?" Makayla asked and picked her head up in surprise and looked at you.

"I don't," you confirmed. "But, my big brothers, Jay and Will take care of me, just like how Kim takes care of you."

"I like Kim."

"I know you do."

"So, it's okay that I don't have a mommy and daddy?"

"Oh, yeah," you said and grabbed her hand. "You just gotta have people who love you, like I have Jay and Will and I know that they love me. And you have Kim and she loves you."

"She loves me?"

"Oh, she loves you to pieces, kiddo."

As she kept munching on her apples and mulling over that piece of information, you had an idea.

"Do you want to go make a bear like I have?" you asked. "We can even get them a pair of clothes or a pair of pajamas."

"Really?" she asked excitedly, the sadness from the beginning of the previous conversation now gone. "Can you bring your bear, too?"

"I can do that! Maybe we can even get another snack at the mall, too."

"Okay! I'll go get my coat!" She finished her last apple slice and then you rinsed off the plate and put it in the dishwasher while she ran off to go get her coat.

Now you knew what Jay meant when he said you've had him and Will wrapped around your finger since the day you were born. Because, you had only met Makayla a few times, but you were pretty sure that she had you wrapped around her finger.

***

The two of you walked into Build-A-Bear (both wearing light blue medical masks because of covid) with Makayla holding one of your hands, Beary hanging limply from Makayla's other hand, and your purse hanging across your body, which contained the money Kim had left the two of you for dinner and the money she paid you for watching Makayla.

"Okay, here we are," you said as you entered Build-A-Bear Workshop.

"Hi, how can I help you?" a cheery employee asked.

"We're here to get her a bear, or whatever animal she likes," you answered.

"And to get yours pajamas," Makayla said and then sweetly looked up at you.

You laughed. "Yes, and to get Beary some pajamas."

The employee laughed as well. "Sounds like you've been here before," she said to you.

"Yeah, feels like a lifetime ago," you mused.

"Alright, sweetie," the employee began. "How about you two go and pick out what animal you want and then you meet one of my friends over there so we can make your new animal friend all nice and fluffy, hmm?"

"Okay!" Makayla exclaimed excitedly and then pulled you over to look at all the other stuffed animals.

Makayla scanned through all the bears, cartoon characters, and other animals before pointing to a tan stuffed bunny with pink on the inside of its ears, the soles of its feet, and a pink nose.

"That one!" she exclaimed. "Can I have that one?"

You had to admit that this one was very cute. You read the sign beneath the stuffed animal.

Pawlette.

"If that's the one you want, then you can have it."

"Okay!" she stuck her hand into the bin full of unstuffed Pawlettes and pulled one out. "What do we do now?"

"We have to go fill her up with stuffing," you answered and pointed to the machine where the white stuffing was blowing around.

The two of you walked over there and stuffed her bunny. Then, another employee turned to Makayla and held out a red heart.

"This is her heart," she exclaimed. "Do you want to give her a kiss so she's filled with love?" Makayla nodded eagerly and took the little red heart and gave it a kiss. Then, she handed it back to the employee and the employee stuck it in the bunny. "Do you want a sound in one of her paws?" she asked.

Makayla looked confused, so you spoke up. "Like this." Then, you pressed Beary's left paw and the tune of Brahm's Lullaby began to play.

Then, Makayla picked the How Far I'll Go sound from Moana, and the employee grabbed one and put it in the bunny's paw, and got it all stitched up.

Then, the two of you made your way over to the bath station, where you showed her to "bathe" her bunny and then brush her fur.

Once she was done, she handed the brush to you. "He needs to be brushed, too," she explained.

"Oh, I guess Beary could use a good brush," you agreed and took the brush from her.

You brushed out Beary's fur and now it was time to pick out matching outfits for Beary and for Makayla's bunny.

She decided on the Girl Scouts Smart Cookie Sleeper pajamas, which were pink and white pajamas with girl scout cookies all over them. You liked her choice as you and Beary both, also liked cookies.

Then, the two of you walked over to a computer and started making the birth certificate for the bunny.

"What are you gonna name her?" you asked Makayla as you crouched down next to her and typed on the computer.

"I dunno." She shrugged. "What do you think I should name her?"

"Hmm." You paused. "You could do Thumper, from the movie Bambie, Mrs. Cuddles, Fluffy, Hopscotch," you rattled off.

"How about Hoppy? I like that one," she suggested.

"That's a great name!"

You typed in Hoppy on the birth certificate and today's date. Then, you printed it off and handed it to her.

You paid and then you left Build-A-Bear Workshop.

"What are you thinking you want for dinner, kiddo?" you asked.

"Can we have pizza?"

"Pizza it is."

***

"Can we go see Kim?" Makayla asked from the backseat where she was putting Hoppy and Beary into their matching pajamas.

"I don't know if she's still at the district, kiddo. Why do you wanna see her right now?" you asked. She seemed fine all afternoon and she didn't have a sudden change in mood when you got into the car.

"I just gotta tell her something."

"Okay, I'll give Jay a call and see if she's still there." By the tone of the little girl's voice, it sounded important and it sounded like whatever she wanted to tell Kim, couldn't be said over a phone call.

Once you were at a red light, you called Jay and put your phone on speaker so that you could still drive with both hands.

"Hey, Y/N. You and Makayla okay?" Jay asked once he answered.

"Yeah, we're fine. I was just wondering if now was a good time to stop by the district? Makayla wants to tell Kim something and it sounds important."

"Uh, yeah, now's fine. We caught the guy. Finally. So, we're just finishing up paperwork. I think everyone could use a little distraction."

"Awesome. We'll be there in about fifteen minutes."

"See you then."

***

Trudy buzzed you up into Intelligence and you walked upstairs, Makayla holding one of her hands with Hoppy securely being held in the other, and you also holding Beary in your other hand.

"Hey, Mak!" Adam greeted. "Did you have a fun time with Y/N?"

"Yeah! I made a bunny!" she exclaimed and held her stuffed bunny up for Adam to see. "Her name's Hoppy."

"Wow!" Kim gushed. "You two went to Build-A-Bear! I'm so jealous! She's so cute, Makayla!"

"Thank you! And we got matching pajamas because Y/N has a bear, too."

Jay and Hailey were walking out of the coffee room when Jay almost choked on his coffee when he saw that you were currently holding Beary...out in the open...in the bullpen.

"Yeah, she's nineteen and still sleeps with a--"

"Jay, I will pour my coffee on you right now if you finish that sentence," Hailey said quickly.

Jay put his hands up in a sign of surrender. "Damn, babe. Okay, okay, I'll be quiet."

"We're at work," she muttered so that only Jay could hear.

"We all know you're dating," Adam said loudly and you laughed because it was true. Jay and Hailey didn't think that anyone knew they were dating, but all of Intelligence could tell and you could as well.

"Aw, the pjs have little cookies on them!" Kim cooed when she took a closer look at Makayla's bunny.

"Yeah, Y/N said they were a good choice." Makayla nodded in agreement.

"Well, me and Beary do like cookies. Now, did you have something you wanted to tell Kim?" you asked Makayla.

She furrowed her eyebrows for a second. "Oh, yeah! Me and Y/N were talking and she said that she didn't have a mommy or daddy either, but you love me like a mommy."

You could see the tears quickly pooling in Kim's eyes. "I do. I love you so much, Makayla, so much."

"And, I think I love you, too," Makayla said quietly.

It took all of Kim's strength to not burst into tears right then and there. You covered your mouth to keep a gasp mixed with a sob from escaping at this happy moment. At the same time, Kim hugged Makayla so tight you thought she was going to break.

Voight chose that moment to walk out of the room.

"Everybody, paperwork can be finished later. Get outta here."

"You heard the man!" Kevin yelled, but Kim was still oblivious despite letting go of Makayla.

"How much does she owe you for the bunny and the clothes?" Adam whispered. "I got it."

"Adam, it's fine. Consider it my treat to be her favorite aunt," you said.

"Nah, I'm still gonna give you $20."

You sighed in defeat as he pulled out his wallet and then took the $20 from him.

A few minutes later, once you, Jay, and Hailey had walked out to the parking lot, Jay said, "So, cat's outta the bag now, huh? You know me and Hailey are dating."

You laughed. "Oh, I've known for a while."

"What do you mean?" Jay asked.

"Well, one night I went out to eat with a girl from school who I'm working on a project with."

"Yeah, I remember that." Jay nodded.

"We got to the library and I realized I forgot my laptop, so I went back home to get it and I went back inside, well, I uh, I heard... let's just say... I heard some noises." Hailey's face turned beet red. "I agree to never speak of this again if you don't say a word about Beary anymore to anyone you work with, Jay."

"Deal," he said quickly and shook your outstretched hand.

You got to your car and were about to get inside and go to Kim's to grab your overnight bag and then go back home when Jay stopped you.

"I'd say that was a full-circle moment today," he mused.

"What?" you asked. You had no idea how hearing him and Hailey having sex was a full-circle moment.

"You taking Makayla to Build-A-Bear." You sighed. Of course. That's what it was. "I used to take you and now you took Makayla, full-circle moment."

You smiled. "Yeah, I guess it was. It can be an even fuller-circle moment if you take your kids there."

Jay groaned. "Hailey's not pregnant, Y/N."

"Not a chance," she confirmed.

"Damn, I wanted a niece or nephew to spoil...preferably a niece. But, that's okay. Hopefully someday."

"Someday you'll have kids or me and Hailey will have kids?" Jay asked.

"You two. I don't want kids and even if I did, it's way too early for that."

"Damn right it is. Me and Hailey are stopping at Bartoli's on the way home. You want anything?"

"Nah. Me and Makayla got pizza at the mall after we went to Build-A-Bear. You can get me a chocolate shake, though."

"Damn, I thought you were gonna say a cookie so you could match Beary's pajamas."

You rolled your eyes. "Shut up."

Then, you got in your car and drove away from the district, thinking about how much your little Build-A-Bear had impacted your life.

A/N: Thank you for reading! I didn't want to write about the Roy Walton/Kim/Hailey storyline because that's too messy/complicated for me to write an imagine with an added character to it. Plus, my favorite episode of season 8 was 8x03, so this is what I came up with. I hope you enjoyed it! And, I can't believe I remembered all the Build-A-Bear steps from when I went there when I was a kid! Also, if you want to see what Makayla's bunny and the pajamas looked like, just type it into Build-A-Bear's website (yes, I went on their website; I needed to be accurate). Finally, please don't forget to reblog and comment! I love reading what you guys think of these! As always, if you want to be added to my taglist, just tell me and I’ll add you!

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waywardsummoner46 · 3 years ago

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Victorian Vexation

Sam Winchester x sister!reader, Dean Winchester x sister!reader

@spnaubingo square filled: Victorian!AU

Summary: Waking up, you find yourself in a room you don’t recognise and with people trying to force feed some amber “medicine” down your throat. Who are these people? Where are you? And why do these Sam and Dean lookalikes keep saying the just want their sister back?

A/N: Lesson learnt - I suck at summaries but I promise that the fic is more interesting than the summary... maybe even another series idea oops. Anyway, enjoy :)

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Waking up, you instantly had a headache. A very obnoxious one at that. Reminds you of when Dean started to mock Sam in a really high-pitched voice not noticing that it was pissing you off as well (but it’s okay, because he had what was coming to him).

Caught in a memory, with your eyes still clothed, you didn’t notice that a small, slender woman had slipped through your door. Still replaying the memory repeatedly in your head, you exhaled slowly. When a stuttered voice spoke up, you nearly jumped out of your bed.

“Oh I’m so sorry my lady, I didn’t mean to wake you! I just came to deliver your clothes for the day… and to wait to help you get changed, and to administer your medicine” the lady practically blabbered whilst silently shaking and dropping into a bow.

You were going to respond with an angry and confused tone but then you took notice of your surroundings. This is not your room. It seemed to be double the size of your old room, the furniture was mahogany but looked quite old-fashioned and specifically designed to make the room appear bigger than it seemed.

A mere fireplace was placed to your left, it was quite tall and wide, but lacked the modern feel and the carpet was a disgustingly flowery-patterned one to which you abruptly looked away from. Doing so laned your focus on your bed. It was huge! The headboard itself was about a metre tall with an intricate and flowy pattern but the bedding nearly made you gag. Take a stereotypical grandmother’s nightgown right? Yeah that’s the only connection you could make.

Realizing the woman, probably mid-twenties, was still hunched over in a shaky bow, you finally addressed someone who was capable of having an intelligent conversation. You propped yourself up against the head-board searching for the gun you kept under your pillow but coming up empty handed.

“Who are you? Where am I?” You demand. She straightens up and glances at you confusedly, before understanding seems to fall like a curtain over her face. Trying to be discreet, she reaches slowly behind her back for a table you only just noticed for something that looked like a glass jar of amber liquid.

Calmly she explained, “Miss Winchester, you haven’t had your meds yet, I forgot the spoon for it, stay where you are please miss.” Which obviously prompted more confusion on your part, so watching her leave the room and closing the door behind her, you sat silently with your mouth agape.

Once you were sure she was out of earshot, you jumped out of bed and went about trying to sneak your way through whatever captivity you were in. Arriving at the door, you tried the handle to find the crazy lady had locked the door! You let out a groan but remembering she reached for that vial of “medicine”. So you went over to investigate it, it read:

(Y/N) Winchester’s medicine.

To be given twice a day, one before getting out of bed and another before going to sleep.

Do not forget a dose!

Caution: Only to be consumed by her. No one else is to consume the substance.

Now even more confused, you hid the vial in your pyjama pocket (thanking whoever had mercy on you that let you keep them at least) for later because something was definitely giving you a witch’s vibe about this.

All of a sudden, you heard multiple pairs of footsteps seemingly approaching your room. You hid behind the door and grasped the candlestick that was also on the table to use as a weapon. They came to a stop just outside the door and you heard faint mumbling, “Thank you for coming to get us, Lilith. It was a good decision but you’re dismissed now. My brother and I will give our sister her medicine.” You made out a light pair of footsteps get more distant as they left after a few seconds but all you could think of was Sam and Dean? What the hell?

Unprepared for the door opening, you were temporarily stunned out of shock before coming back to your senses and deciding ‘Well hey, they’re most likely not my brothers so what the hell? Might as well whack ‘em’ but that motivation was short lived as two poshly dressed Winchesters barged through the door and immediately pinpointed your location.

Dean went to grab you, so you swung the candlestick at him but he evaded it with inhuman speed and grabbed your hand and brought it behind your back. He reached out for your other hand and grasped with ease no matter how hard you struggled.

With both hands behind your back, you decided aiming for his crotch with your heel might be a good idea but Sam still exists so that plan was foiled. Just as you lifted your left leg to bring back on Dean, Sam hefted both legs up by your ankles and, working as a team, they carried you over to the bed.

Nevertheless and with stubborn determination, you twist and turn in every possible direction but they appear undeterred. Letting out a scream you seethed, “Get off of me. Where are my brothers, you sick monsters?”

Both faces, tight with focus, softened slightly at your words that you took note of and paused you ministrations for a second. A mistake, as this gave Sam the opportunity to sit on your hips and for Dean to restrain your hands above your head.

Sam looked over at the table, before sighing and looking at you. “Where is the medicine, (Y/N)?”

Scoffing, you replied “I chucked it out the window, asshole. Now tell me what you’ve done with my brothers? And where the hell even am I anyway?”

Having had enough of your questions, Sam inserted his hand in your pocket and fished the glass bottle out. Grasping on to common sense for the time, you tightened your lips as much as you could because whatever that potion was it couldn’t be good.

“Open up, sweetheart. It’s for your own good,” Dean piped in and you gave him the best I-may-be-scared-but-I-will-still-smite-your-ass-look you could muster. He sighed deeply, before coming to a silent decision. Releasing one of his hands from yours, he brought the other to try and wedge them between your lips.

He’s persistent and slowly but surely, the tightness lessened and you became mildly more terrified. Once they were too sore to press together any longer, you opened them but kept your teeth clenched.

Sam tutted this time, and reached for the spoon. He un-capped the lid and poured a massive glob of the shitty looking liquid onto it before turning back to focus on you. “You may not want it, but we want our sister, not theirs, so we’ll do this the hard way.”

You silently screamed at him as he literally began trickling the medicine between the crevices of your teeth. You barely registered how at least the liquid tasted good before feeling drowsy.

“There we go, good girl. Now we'll chase away all those nasty thoughts of that unsafe life and monster hunting you had, hm?” Sam.

“Well done, (Y/N). Go to sleep, we’ll see you when you wake up. Love you, darling,” Dean.

They both pressed light kisses to your forehead before maneuvering you under the covers and into a more comfortable position.

“This can’t happen again, Sam. One more time and she’s irredeemable.”

“I know, Dean. Only a few more doses and Crowley said we could have our sister back.”

Dean hummed then they both left the room, but not without another “love you” each. Before everything faded into black, you managed a “what the fuck?” Then you were out.

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hardlystrictlystarwars · 4 years ago

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What happens in Canto Bight (Commander Wolffe x Jedi! F!Reader)

Masterlist || Tag list || Requests/Prompt sheet || Requests

Commander Wolffe x Jedi! F!Reader (Fake Marriage troupe)

What’s life without love?

Concept art inspo(jedi look) // Concept art inspo(Wardobe look) // Concept art inspo(Canto Bight look) People much more talented than I am created the art used for the concept art and gifs

Warnings/Topics: minor character death, canon-typical violence and cursing, some heated kissing(nothing too bad though)

A/N: Happy May the 4th Be With You! I wanted to post something today and this is the latest piece I had been working on. It’s a little different, but I really like it. The Wolffe x Reader comes out later in the second half of this one-shot btw. Also did I use a gif of Coruscant because I couldn’t find one of Canto Bight that I like... maybe but I’ll never tell. Anyways I hope you like it!! Happy Star Wars Day!!

“Careful we must be, when delivering this news to her padawan,” Was the first thing you heard after waking up. Master Yoda’s voice, while calm as always was now only filled with sorrow and dread.

“I will do it” Master Kenobi’s voice responded, “I was the last one with Master Gallia,”

“Wise choice that is,” Master Yoda claimed. The small pats of his cane echoed as you could feel them move closer to you.

You stirred a little before opening your eyes. First feeling the tightness from the bacta patch on your abdomen and the IVs in your arm. Once you managed to open your eyes, they were hit with the blinding lights of the med bay. It took you a few moments of blinking before you were able to make out the two masters at your bedside.

“Master yoda, Master Kenobi ,” You addressed them.

“Young one, a grave blast you have survived” Master Yoda sighed, “But sorrow we feel more for your loss,”

All of a sudden, the events flooded back to you. You and your Master Adi Gallia had been on campaign to take back a Sepertist-ruled planet in the mid-rim. Your assignment was to organize an air raid that she would follow with a coordinated ground assault. While you had been successful on your front, when landing to help your master, the LA-AT you had been abroad was shot down. The last thing you remember was your master pulling you from the debris and calling out for help.

“I am so sorry my dear young one,” Master Kenobi uttered, “Your Master and I left for a mission while you were recovering here-”

“Oh Maker, Masters,” You gasped, interrupting him. You looked up at the two of them, feeling something in the force. It was a terrible sorrow like you had never felt before built up in your chest. Tears started falling down your cheeks as you felt your heart crushed. You didn’t need Master Kenobi to finish giving you the news of what had happened. You could already feel it.

Your master was dead.

---------------- Weeks later

“Hey! Shiny with the sword!” One of the clones called out to you across the dining hall, “Come sit with us!”

You froze looking over at the table where the voice came from, a little shocked at the volume he used. It was the first time anyone of the 104th had interacted with you besides on the battlefield. Even after being reassigned to Master Plo as his apprentice and having been aboard their ship for weeks, you still had yet to make even a friend besides your Master. Instead, most of the time you found yourself in your quarters reading or in the ship’s meditation chamber.

You hesitantly walked over to the group of about half a dozen troopers, hoping that eating with them at their table would be better than in your quarters again.

“Hey! You’re General Plo’s new kid right?” One of the other clones asked, “The one from General Gallia?”

Even though it had been a couple of weeks since your former master’s death, her name shocked you. It sounded foreign rolling off someone’s tongue. However, you quickly hid any shock from your face and just sat down with your lunch tray instead.

“Oh kriff!” One of them exclaimed, “You jedi always get access to the good stuff,”. He peaked at your lunch before taking a piece of jorgan fruit off your plate and popping it in his mouth.

“Please, feel free to have the rest,” You offered, pushing the plate towards them, “I’m actually allergic,”

A couple of the clones immediately dug their hands into the bowl of fruit. Soon after, there were a few murmured introductions over their chewing. As it came down to the last couple of pieces, you couldn’t help but giggle a little at their manners as they fought over who would get it.

“Commander (Y/L/N),” Someone said in a stern voice, everyone’s head looked up to see where it had come from.

All the clones immediately recognized who the voice belonged to and elected to stop fighting. It was Commander Wolffe.

You looked up, startled by his appearance. While the two of you technically shared the same rank of commander, you had yet to actually build up the courage to talk to him in a setting other than front lines of a battle.

“Uh yes Commander?” You uttered, nervously toying with the hem of your sleeve.

“I’m sorry to cut your lunch short, but General Plo has requested to see the two of us on the bridge immediately,”

You stood up giving a small, quick wave goodbye to some of the troopers before following the commander out of the dining hall. It was a quiet few steps with next to him as you tried to keep up with him. It took three of your steps to make up for just one of his.

The silence lasted until the two of you stood in lift going up.

“I see you started fraternizing with my troopers,” He said, breaking the silence. The words came out almost as a threat making your heart stop for a moment.

If you had the courage, you would’ve argued you shared the same rank and they were your troopers as much as his. But you didn’t, instead electing to stay quiet. Anxiously looking up, watching the floor numbers increase and praying the lift would speed up.

“I would have expected you’d come around sooner,” He smirked with his head facing front, “Rumor has it that your old master has a sharp tongue. Something she taught and passed onto you,”

“Had,” You finally spoke in a soft voice, correcting him, “My Master Gallia had a sharp tongue,”

While you admired the compassion Master Plo had emphasized in your training, you missed your old master’s wit and sarcasm. A snide comment didn’t feel the same as when she was alive. So you chose to hold your tongue back ever since her death, figuring any of her humor she had passed down to you had died along with her.

The doors of the lift opened up to the bridge. General Plo stood talking with a couple of deck officers, everything seemed to be business as usual.

“”Commander, my padawan,” Master Plo greeted the two of you, finding you among the the sea of officers, “I have an classified mission for the two of you,”

“Classified?”

“For the two of us?” Wolffe and you said over each other.

“Yes,” You master answered you both, “The Galactic Army has assigned the two of you to go undercover into the Sepertist-ruled city of Canto Bight. We have reason to believe many of the casinos there are fronts for the Separatist’s money-laundering. The GAR’s main goal is to make this war unfinanceable without ruining the city of Canto Bight,”

Taking down a source of revenue for the Separatists would be a huge victory for the Republic. It could be a possible tide-changer in the war. You looked at Wolffe, both of you were sharing the same expression, understanding the weight of this mission.

Your face turned into a frown, thinking and somewhat confused about how Wolffe could be assigned your partner, “Master, with all due respect, but there might be a problem with this plan. Seeing as Commander Wolffe has a recognizable face,”

“That is no worry Padawan,” Plo chuckled, “The jedi recently had some success using facial transformation, vocal moducatores, and holomasks. I think it will work to side-step the issue of Commander Wolffe being recognized,”

“How do you know that it will work against the Separatists?” Wolffe asked, suspicious about the tech mentioned.

“It was good enough to fool General Skywalker and Count Dooku,”

Wolffe nodded, accepting Plo’s answer. If it was good enough to fool the proclaimed “Chosen One” and Master Yoda’s old apprentice, it was good enough for him.

“Your wardrobes and cover identification chips will be delivered to your quarters. The two of you leave tomorrow before breakfast,” Your Master dismissed you.

The two of you bid him goodbye and started walking away.

“Also, Commander and my dear padawan, one more thing,” He called out to the two of you, both you turned once more to look at him, “The two of you are going undercover as a recently married couple,”

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“No, absolutely not,” You said, stepping out from the partition and taking a good look at yourself in the mirror.

“Come on, you don’t look that bad” Boost, one of the troopers you had met at lunch and had delivered your wardrobe commented.

When he dropped off all of the pieces for your new identity you requested him to stay. Asking him to help you sort out which outfits you could actually wear. Glance at most of the clothes the GAR had given you, you were pretty sure they had just raided the closet of a pit dancer.

“I can see why the Jedi stuck to robes,” You said as you picked at the slim fabric that hung around your waist. Having a wardrobe that consisted only of robes since you were a youngling, your innate instinct was to cover up all of your exposed skin.

“You can’t hate it that much,” Boost dragged his voice. He had told you he didn’t know any married women or anything about them, but he did claim to have extensive knowledge on what all the girls wore to 79’s when the 104th was on Coruscant. At the time it was good enough to let him stay and help you.

“Does everything else look like this?” You asked, pinching your face in disgust. While the cover the GAR had assigned you was pretty much summed up to be the life of a just-married noblewoman, the clothing they had sent along with it gave you more than enough detail of who you were really supposed to be.

“What, do you really not like it?” He asked, eyeing you up and down.

“Boost! My boobs are gonna fall out of this!”

“Here, try on this,” He threw you another outfit. This one seemingly longer.

“This one better at least cover my navel,” You complained before walking behind the partition again.

As you undressed you heard the doors swoosh open.

“Whoa commander, you look different,” Boost laughed.

“What, was I too ugly for you before?” A deep voice answered. The voice sounded close to Wolffe’s, but also completely different. It was hardened and more grueling compared to his normal voice. Ever word he spoke was intimidating, like everything he said was an automatic threat.

“What about this one?” You voice tapered off as you stepped out again seeing what used to be your commander.

Wolffe now had an eye patch over his prosthetic, a couple of deep, nasty scars that laid over his skin, his eyes were piercing blue instead of brown and his haircut had been been changed red buzzcut. The two of you stood in front of each other in your new looks, stunned in silence at the site of the other.

“You look nice,” He said, his eyes lingering on you.

“You look different,” You replied, missing the old Wolffe for a reason you couldn’t explain.

Wollfe messed around with the buckle of his belt before his appearance pixelated and suddenly the real version of him was back.

”Better now Commander?” He asked, now standing in the middle of your quarters with just his black on.

“Maybe, depends if your acting skills compete with your looks,” You teased with a smile on your face.

“There’s that sharp tongue,” He smirked, “I knew it was somewhere,”

---------------- Weeks later undercover

“There’s a Republic-disguised cruiser coming to pick us up tomorrow,” Wolffe told you as the two of you prepared to go out one last time, “It should be here by morning to pick us up and take us back to the 104th,”

“So we only get to look like a couple one last time and then it’s all over?” You asked, trying to put the last pins in your hair. Even after several weeks of being undercover with Wolffe and doing your hair on a daily basis, you still struggled.

“I’m afraid you only get to be my wife for one more night,” Wolffe replied, appearing behind you to help.

He hadn’t put on his belt and changed into his disguise yet so you saw his soft, natural brown eyes, instead of the icy blue ones that he had as a part of his cover. You were a little happier upon seeing his honest reflection in the mirror.

“You know, as a jedi we’re told marriage is never an option so I never thought I would actually get to be with someone,” You said with a smile, watching him intently focus on sliding a pin into the perfect place of your updo, “I’m really glad I got to be married to you Wolffe. Even if it was just for a little bit and if it technically wasn’t real,”

You turned to face him once his hands left your hair.

“Well, I’m the luckiest man in the galaxy to have had you just for the time that I did,” He replied.

You suddenly found yourself sentimental at the sound of his words. Realizing that after this mission you would probably have to lie and say that you didn’t miss being undercover with him.

Your gut told you that Canto Bight would always have a significant place in your heart because of a certain someone.

It would be inaccurate to say that you and him hadn’t grown close over the last several weeks. You had opened up to him about your injury and waking up to find you had lost your master. He had talked about almost losing his entire battalion and then losing his eye. Your conversations with each other, having each other’s backs and the amount of times you saved each other's lives while undercover blurred the line of being just friends.

You reasoned that it was just for the mission. However, the more you thought about it, the more clear it became that it wasn’t just that. The two of you had both found simple ways of helping the other. Whether it was Wolffe helping you with your hair each day or you preparing Wolffe’s caf in the early morning just the way he liked it. Both of you could have done the mission without these little ways in your routine, but you liked these little things. They helped to make it not just another mission for the GAR, but rather something for yourself.

“Wolffe, do you think that there’s a chance we might go on another mission like this?” You asked, stepping closer to him and closing the gap between the two of you.

“If the GAR deems our mission successful, I don’t see why not,” He shrugged, welcoming your closeness.

“I would really like that,” You replied.

You knew what you were saying to him was pushing the lines of the Jedi Code. That if any code-abiding jedi heard your words, you would most certainly be punished, possibly even be kicked out of the order. But you reasoned that it was your last night of being undercover. Maybe it wasn’t too harmful to play into what you felt for just a little bit longer.

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“We have a tail,” Wolffe said, looking over his shoulder. His eyes hooked on a pair of Zygerrians sitting at a nearby table. They were clearly still pretending to be playing the same game of sabacc they had started an hour ago.

“We’ve had them tail us for weeks,” You replied before taking a sip of your beer, “It’s no different now if we just keep our covers,”

“We should take care of them now,” Wolffe said, his hand over his pistol in holster. He was probably a little bit too trigger-happy after weeks of not being on the frontlines.

You quickly placed your hand over his, stopping him from pulling out his pistol, “If we engage then we will out ourselves as apart of the Republic, and all the work we’ve done over the last several weeks will be for nothing,”

The stakes of the mission were high, if the Separatists found out that two Republic commanders were shooting up a storm on their occupied planet it wouldn’t take long for them to figure out the Republic’s intentions. They would move their money out of Canto Bight and all the information you and Wolffe had collected on their money-laundering scheme would be useless.

“They’re looking over here again,” He murmured, “They know,”

“If they knew we were Republic we would be dead by now,” You sighed.

“It’s not safe, we’re leaving,” He said, grabbing your arm and pulling you away from the bar you had been sitting at.

“Wolffe -my beer!” You exclaimed being pulled away from it.

“I'll buy you another one sometime,” He said, slipping off the jacket he was wearing and putting it on your shoulders as you exited the bar.

As the two of you made your way back to the apartment you had been put up in, the zygerrians had decided to suddenly end their sabacc game and followed closely behind. Wolffe put his arm around you, pulling you in closer to him as he guided the two of you down a few dark backstreet pathways.

“They’re still following us,” You said, looking behind you. It was just the two of you a few paces in front of the linger Zygerrians now.

“Do you trust me?” Wolffe asked looking down at you.

“Of course,” You replied without any hesitation.

Without skipping a beat, his hands were wrapped around your thighs, pinning you up against the closest wall so his back was to the Zygerrians. His lips landing on yours. His hands never letting go of your thighs, instead, giving them a good squeeze that drew out a small gasp from you.

While the two of you had kissed in public before, it was never like this. Never in a way that made your cheeks flush. For a short moment, you forgot that it was all for show. Instead, just letting yourself enjoy it.

You could feel his chest expand with his breath as he pressed against you. His lips traveled down your jaw and then to the arch of your neck. His gentle yet affectionate nature had you withering around him for another touch. You wondered if this was what marriage was really like. If it was this that made the jedi concerned about allowing any attachments.

Gently pressing a few kisses on your collar bone. You wrapped your hand around the nape of his neck, making sure his lips wouldn’t leave your skin.

“Grab my pistol in the holster,” He murmured against you, calling you to the task at hand, “Grab it and shot them,”

As much as you wanted to stay in the moment, you did what he told you. You grabbed one of his dual blaster pistols and raised it at the Zygerrians. They were both unsuspecting, looking away from you and Wolffe. As you fired, they turned just in time to realize they were too late to draw their whips. With two blaster shots, there were two Zygerrians on the ground not moving.

Wolffe let go of your legs, setting your feet back on the floor, “Nice shot commander,”

You were still a little bit too stunned by his actions to reply.

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You had been back on board the 104th star-cruiser a couple of days.

You and Wolffe went your separate ways after giving your reports to the GAR. Everything changed after that. Everytime you and he were in the same room, he stood a little closer next to you. Sometimes you would sneak a quick peck when no one was looking. At nights, one of you would sneak into the other’s quarters.

When you were alone, you could feel how much you wanted to be with him. You knew your Master Plo could feel the change of your state through the force, telling you to meditate on “whatever it could possibly be”.

You followed his directions, walking down to the meditation chambers. As you walked, your baggy jedi robes got caught in between your legs. Something that had developed over not wearing them for so long.

You had returned most of the clothes the GAR had given you, although you secretly kept some of the garments that had grown on you. They were a nice reminder of your time on Canto Bight. Although the outfits didn’t look exactly the same if you didn’t do your hair. Something only Wolffe could help you with.

Your legs crossed over a pillow, trying to relax and connect with the force. Trying to discipline yourself long enough to reestablish a connection with the force like you had before your mission. It seemed like you tried for hours to shed all emotions and attachments. But nothing came of it, your mind kept slipping back to Wolffe. You instead focused on him, what would become of the two of you.

Suddenly there was a knock on the door. It slid open to reveal Wolffe.

You smiled at the sight of him.

“You missed dinner, thought you might be hungry,” He said, placing a plate of plums in front of you before grabbing another pillow and sitting down next to you.

“Thanks you,” You replied before starting to eat, not realizing how hungry you had become.

“I haven’t seen you in a while,” He said, “You weren’t at the meeting on the bridge this morning,”

“I was with Master Plo. He said he wants me to take my trials within the next cycle,” You revealed. Both of you knew if you passed, you would probably have to leave the 104th and become the General of another battalion. Meaning both of you could be sent to different sides of the galaxy at any point.

There was a lull between the two of you before Wolffe spoke up again, “Do you ever miss Canto Bight?”

Your head tilted at him, flashbacks of memories flooded your mind as you thought about the time you spent there, “Yes, sometimes,” You replied, “Do you?”

“Yes, sometimes, but I find myself okay with what I left with, someone who is much better than the city itself,” He smiled, looking at you.

Your heart melted as you grinned back, “Who is this lucky girl commander?”

“Well,” He sighed, relaxing and spreading his feet out, “They deserve someone much better than me, that’s for sure. Even if they end up choosing a life of solitude, it would probably be better than if they ended up with someone like me. But they’re that kind of person that has convinced me that I’ll die a happy man if I die around them,”

You couldn’t help but giggle at his morbid words, almost choking on the slice of plum in your mouth.

“They sound great Wollfe, but don’t put yourself down like that, I’m sure they’re just as lucky to have you,” You said, placing your hand on top of his, feeling the rough calluses on his fingers, “Have you told this person about how you feel?”

“Not exactly, but I think I’ve made it pretty clear,” He leaned in closer to you, “But every time I want to, I’m reminded that our lives won’t allow it,”

“Huh? And why is that?” You frowned.

“We can’t be together,” He summed up, “If anyone ever found out my feeling for you, I would be decommissioned and you would lose your whole livelihood,”

Your heart sank hearing his words. Though, you knew he was right.

“You know what’s crazy though?” He asked resting his forehead on top of yours, “I love you enough that I would risk it all for you. If you asked me, I would do it in a heartbeat without any regrets,”

You knew what he was suggesting. And you knew you would do it for him if he asked you to leave the order.

“I used to think this war was just a mess of power and glory, but you’ve changed that. Somehow, you’re worth making this mess,” He leaned in kissing you, “Whether you choose to leave it or not, I’ll follow you wherever,”

#commander wolffe #commander wolffe x you #commander wolffe x reader #wolffe x reader #wolffe fic #commander wolffe fic #commander wolffe x y/n #tcw wolffe #tcw fic #tcw #tcw imagine #star wars #star wars the clone wars #star wars fanfiction #my writing

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itsstrawberrymochi · 3 years ago

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Hey! Do you take Kanao requests? Could you do a fluff where Kanao and reader are best friends with a crush on each other, and one day, reader confesses? Just something really fluffy for the soul ✨

Kanao Tsuyuri x reader fluff!

Omg yess she’s such an underrated character and deserves sm love 💕

I’ll be doing this in headcanon form with a little scenario at the end, please enjoy ^^

Prompt: friendship/crushing/relationship headcanons

💕- Since she’s such a shy and quiet girl you’ll have to be the one to make the first move if you want to be her friend

💕- You were Giyuu’s tsuguko and he would bring you almost everywhere with him including Pillar meetings, the demon hunter headquarters, or the butterfly Estate and you would always see her there with her teacher,Shinobu

💕- You were so relieved to meet her, it was nice to have someone around your age to talk to, yes Giyuu was good company and all but he was just your teacher so there wasn’t much you could talk about

💕- Every time you see her you would quickly run to talk to her

💕- It took her sometime before she opened up to you

💕- but once she did she became ✨attached✨ since it was rare for her to open up to to people

💕- You two become besto friendos in no time and would often hang out a lot

💕- You would definitely have to do all the talking in the friendship since she’s not much of a talker

💕- and she loves when you talk to her too! She loves all your weird stories or whatever crazy thing you’re talking about and she also loves when you talk about your day

💕- She’d have a sweet, gentle smile on and look at you with such eagerness in her eyes as she listens to you

💕- Your platonic feelings for each other quickly became romantic, you two loved everything about each other, but you two were pretty dense so neither of you knew how the other person felt

💕- Giyuu actually knew that you both crushes on each other, but he never told Shinobu because he knew she may accidentally spill it embarrassing you two

💕- He would always convince Shinobu to let you two go on mission together to try and get you to get together

💕- Giyuu your wingman 😎

💕-She always does most of the work when you two go on a mission and not to steal the thunder but she rather she get hurt than you

💕- You two would train together a lot but she would be so soft and gentle with you and if she ever hits you with some force she gets so scared and apologizes immediately

💕- You are literally the only one she laughs so often around and her laugh is so cute and soft

💕-You’re like her pillar 🥰 she needs you to get her through a day without getting anxious or scared

💕- Whenever you two would go to a pillar meeting with your teachers she’ll always hid behind you scared of the other pillars when they come up to talk to you two

💕- Kanao was the one who actually feel for you first, you were her first crush 🥺

💕- She really wanted to tell you how she felt and everyday she told herself she would but her nerves always took over, because of this she was practically convinced she would never be with you and it always made her sad but one dango- colored haired girl saved her.. kinda

You were currently laying under a random tree in the butterfly estate, Giyuu-sensei was busy on a mission so you had the day off

You were about to drift off to sleep but then you heard a sweet high-pitched voice that made your eyes flutter open

You leaned up and saw one of your sensei’s fellow pillars, Mitsuri.

“Hello y/n, enjoying your day off?” She asked as she took a seat near you

“Yes but I wish Kanao was here” you slightly frowned, subconsciously thinking about he purple-eyed girl

Kanoa was also on a mission like Giyuu and wouldn’t be back until later this afternoon or latest, tomorrow morning

“You think about her often don’t you?” Mitsuri giggled

“Ahhh what no! it’s just- well she’s my friend and I miss her that’s- that’s all!” you quickly say feeling flustered, you could feel the heat rush to your cheeks.

“I was only kidding y/n,” Mitsuri chuckled at your frantic emotions, “but you two would make the cutest couple” she cooed

You felt your heart race upon hearing those words

“Would we really make a cute couple?”

“Well we wouldn’t really know unless you two actually are one now would we?” She states enthusiastically

Time skip

You walked frantically up and down in the garden of the butterfly estate, your mind bubbling with what Mitsuri said and contemplating whether you should confess or not. If you told her about your feelings would she feel the same?

You really did want to tell her how you felt but you were afraid it would mess up the beautiful friendship you had and you weren’t ready to give that up. As you were lost in your thoughts Kanao called you by your name pulling you from them.

Your quick and spiraling mood was immediately melted away and replaced with shyness and tenderness upon looking at the beautiful girl

“is something wrong y/n?” she asked very concerned at your off behavior

“I- ugh I- ummm” you stumble with your words

Come on y/n just say it, just like a bandage rip it off,

“I LIKE YOU KANAO AND NOT LIKE YOU AS A FRIEND BUT AS A LOVER I- I LIKE LIKE YOU AND IF YOU FEEL THE SAME PLEASE BE MY GIRLFRIEND” you let out a long breath as though you’ve been holding it this whole time

You slowly averted your eyes to her face to see her reaction, but all she did was blankly stare at you •_•, hurt immediately became your main emotion you were about to apologize but the her blank face soon turned into a smile

“I like like you too y/n and I’d love to be your girlfriend” she says in a more calm voice contray to your loud one

So what now? You thought,

“Can I kiss you?” You hoped your weren’t already moving too fast

She nodded her head you then came up to her after hearing her approval

You were going to kiss her on her cheek but she quickly turned her head so you could kiss her on her lips

It was quick but sweet

You both just stood there for a moment very flustered at the very simple kiss but it was no simple to either of you

“Oh wait I need to give you something” she said and ran into the estate, when she came back she shyly handed you butterfly hair clip that was beautifully mixed with all your favorite colors

“I was going to give it to you when I confessed my feelings for you” she was currently looking down, her cheeks a light shade of pink

“How long did you have it?” You asked very curious because butterfly hair clips take some time to make

“About two months, I’m so sorry I didn’t confess !”

You assured her it was ok and you were just glad she felt the same way you felt for her

Dating headcanons

💕- She’ll randomly give you flowers and she’ll put them in your hair for you

💕- She really loves to do your hair! And it doesn’t matter what type you have she’ll be able to do it and it always looks great

💕- She’s like a cat, she’ll randomly come up to you and lay her head on your shoulder or lap but if you try to touch her she’ll run away

💕- She’s just over-flowing with so much emotions right now and she doesn’t know what to do soooo she ESCAPES

💕- Please be patient with the physical attention in the relationship she’s very shy and gets flustered easily, she doesn’t know how to react when you hug her so most times she runs or stands there awkwardly

💕- She’s not one for PDA but she would stand extremely close to you, brush her arm against yours , or often sit so close your shoulder are touching

💕- She really loves doing things for you she thinks it makes up for her lack of physical attention

💕- You forgot your book at the estate? she’ll get it! You’re thirsty? She’ll boil some tea for you, you’re carrying some meds for Shinobu? she’ll carry some if not all!

💕- and she likes doing it so it’s hard for her to stop when you say she doesn’t have to help so much

💕- She always shares her food with you especially when it comes to sweets

💕- She also love to blow bubbles with you, you two could spend hours in the garden just blowing bubbles

💕- When Shinobu found out she was beyond happy, she was so relived that Kanao was able to find true happiness and was able to come out of her shell

💕- She was even more happier to know it was you! She knows you’re good person

💕- Giyuu was happy too but he didn’t talk about as often as Shinobu, he would sometimes give you days off to go on dates with her

💕- Shinobu would joke and say your relationship was forbidden love since her and Giyuu would often have “brawls”

Romeo and Juliet? but everyone lives at the end

#demon slayer #kny headcanons #kny imagines #kny fluff #kny kanao #kanao x reader #demon slayer kanao #kanaofluff

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loversdelusion · 4 years ago

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Days Scattered

Deacon St. John x St. John!reader

Part 3 of 3

part one

part two

Deacon lifted himself to the second floor of the lodge, he glanced around at his surroundings, not having time to register a crazed Carlos rushing at him, knocking him onto his back "Deek! What the hell is going on?!" Boozer shouted, Deacon wasn't able to respond, as he was trying to push Carlos off of him. Carlos then opened his hand that was trapped against his chest by Deacon's own, and he blew a powdery substance into Deacon's face, Deacon backed away from Carlos, sputtering and gasping as the drug began to mess with his vision, Carlos yelled, throwing Deacon's gun away from them and stalking towards the disoriented man.

Deacon continued to back away from him, desperately trying to take hold of his bearings, Carlos was screaming at nothing a few feet away "Time to get low, brother! Time to get low!" Everything sounded like someone stuck a plug in Deacon's ears, he tried his best to blink away the deliriousness, slowly coming to a shaky stand, Carlos was having none of that as he went to land a hard kick to Deacon's stomach, sending the latter to the ground once again with a pained yelp.

"You wanted to kill me, right? I'm right here, Deacon, right here!" Carlos was in Deacon's face, hovering above him as Deacon again slowly began to lift himself back up, the drug-induced haze slowly easing away, Deacon looked up to Carlos's crazed stare, the Ripper laughed loudly, kicking Deacon in the shoulder and sending him down to the ground once more. Deacon groaned at Carlos's weight on his back, Deacon trying to rip himself out from under him "Poor little Mongrel, all outta luck" Carlos muttered to him, kneeling down, forcing even more weight on Deacon.

Carlos pulled out a knife in his belt, Deacon's eyes glinted with fear, the blade ominously glowing in the fire-lit atmosphere, Carlos brought the knife to Deacon's back, tracing the tip of the knife over where Deacon's Mongrel tattoo would be. "Deacon St. John.." Carlos muttered, the only thing Deacon could hear was Carlos's breathing and his own "Brought low..by the lowly Jessie Williamson" Deacon tensed and his dark brows knit together "Jessie..?" Deacon said, visibly confused "I..I thought you were dead" Jessie chuckled "No, you left me to die".

"But that's okay, all is forgiven..because I found the Path" Jessie pressed the blade down more, Deacon tensed at the feeling "And you too shall find it, real soon" Jessie roughly tugged Deacon's leather jacket off "Take this off, now" Jessie ordered, removing his foot from Deacon's back, Deacon glared "Now, Deek" Deacon lifted himself up, pulling off his leather jacket "I want your back bare, St. John" Jessie looped his thumbs in his belt loops, Deacon complied, stripping his torso bare "You have to be cleansed before your set on the path" Jessie brought the knife into view.

Deacon didn't want to lie about how scared he was, Jessie Williamson was about to carve out his back for what he did to him all those years ago "I thought you said no hard feelings" Deacon grumbled, Jessie scoffed "There isn't any, I just told you, you need to be-" "Cleansed, yeah I got that" Jessie glared, shoving Deacon down again with his boot.

Deacon's hands balled into tight and sweaty fists at the feeling of Jessie above him, getting ready to cut into him "I have you where I want you, Deek" Deacon inhaled sharply, feeling the knife dig deep into his skin with ease, Jessie sighed, sounding pleased with himself, the knife continued to glide down Deacon's back, his pained cries filling the room, Jessie was halfway down one side of his tattoo when the dangerous click of a gun sounded next to his ear.

"Mongrel Princess" (Y/n) stood beside him, aiming a pistol to the Ripper's bald head, he paused his actions, her eyes filled with worry as she saw the state of her older brother, blood oozed from the large cut on his back "Don't worry..he's not dead" her eyes trailed back to Jessie, burning with hate, Jessie hid the knife from her sight.

"Get away from him" She barked, Jessie nodded, pushing himself off his knees, as he rose, he swung the hand that held the knife at (Y/n)'s inner thigh, she gasped, dropping to her knees, Jessie stood up, pointing the knife to her neck "You almost got me, Princess" Carlos smirked, (Y/n) clutched a hand to her wound, she brought the gun back up but not before Jessie kicked her hand, knocking the gun out of her grasp, she gasped and groaned, hand throbbing in pain.

"The two St. John siblings, only one I'm missing is Boozer but he's not that far" Jessie sneered, (Y/n)'s eyes landed on Deacon, he was pulling himself onto his knees, hissing and gasping as his wound stretched with his muscles, he crawled to sit beside his sister "Look at this.." Jessie kneeled in front of them with a wide smirk on his face, he eyed the burn on (Y/n)'s upper arm, clicking his tongue. "That doesn't look too good, (Y/n)" he examined the burn closely, also minding her expression "That would be a second-degree burn you got there..meaning, you would still feel this" Jessie pressed his knife to the burn site, she screamed at the feeling of intense agony, tears trailed down her bruised face, he dragged the knife down the middle of the burn, ripping screams and cries from her throat.

Deacon couldn't stand his sister being tortured like this, Jessie made a full incision down her wound, he didn't stop there, dragging the knife along the rest of her uninjured arm, Deacon couldn't take it anymore "Jessie!" He cried, Jessie's eyes darted to Deacon "Stop it!" Jessie merely laughed "Please! Fucking stop!" He begged, grasping at her arm. "Jessie! She had nothing to do with any of this!" He yelled, his own tears slowly trailing down his cheeks "She didn't burn your tattoo off! Okay?! I did, remember?!" Deacon was mentally groveling at Jessie's feet, Jessie stopped his actions, pulling away from (Y/n), attention on Deacon "She was just there, she- she was a damn bystander that day!".

Jessie said nothing as he brought the bloodied knife up to Deacon's clavicle "You're right, Deek.." Jessie said under a low breath, pressing the knife into his skin, Deacon barred his teeth, Jessie jerked his hand right, making a slash across Deacon's collarbone, (Y/n) cringed, her hand mentally finding Deacon's clenched one, she could feel Deacon's hand soften almost instantaneously upon contact, their hands wounding together. Jessie brought the knife back to his clavicle, pushing the blade back in and jerking his hand to the left, slashing the other side of Deacon's collarbone, Deacon groaned loudly, gripping her hand tightly, (Y/n) cautiously looked around for the gun, seeing how close it was to her- was it in her reach? Of course not, she mentally rolled her eyes at where it was, just out of her reach, she'd have to throw herself to it if she was going to have a chance.

Her eyes went back to Deacon and Jessie, Jessie still carving him up, she'd have to do this now, she let go of Deacon's hand and her attention went to the gun, she readied herself, trying to make her intentions unknown, she took a deep breath, lunging her full body towards the gun. She was only able to move within mere inches of the weapon before an agonizing pain shot up from her calf, her hands barely grazed the grip as she cried out, she looked back to see Jessie with the knife plunged into her leg- deeply, she panted and turned, clawing her way to the gun, Jessie was pulling back on the knife, trying to stop her from moving any closer.

She desperately fought against Jessie's hold despite what he was using to hold her with, she grew frustrated because with every grasp, she could feel the gun's cool metal under her fingertips, taunting her, Jessie pulled even harder on the knife, making the injury even longer. She was fed up with it all as she cried out once more, mustering up the rest of her strength to reach for the gun, she got, she was able to grab it, she could cry even harder at her small victory, Jessie was able to pull her back towards him, unaware of her new finding.

(Y/n) quickly turned over on her back, aiming the gun at Jessie's head, Jessie froze "Get low, motherfucker!" She said through gritted teeth, shooting Jessie right in the middle of his forehead, he dropped instantly, (Y/n) eyed the knife in her leg, she pulled it out without hesitation, she panted heavily as she eyed the blade, she fell back on the floor "(Y/n)?" She barely heard Deacon's worried voice, she could feel him though. "(Y/n), stay with me" Deacon pleaded, hastily gathering his belongings, his heart dropped as her eyes closed, he immediately checked her pulse, he sighed heavily in relief as he realized she just passed out "Boozer!" Deacon called out, carefully but quickly scooping her up in his arms "Deek?!" Boozer replied, Deacon walked over to the hole in the floor.

"Oh Jesus, is (Y/n) okay?!" Boozer's voice was filled with worry "She just passed out, either from blood loss or she was just really exhausted- I don't know, we have to get her back to camp..!" Deacon slowly lowered his sister down into Boozer's waiting arms, Deacon dropped down after them "You don't look any better" Boozer eyed the blood still running down Deacon's chest "I-..I'll be fine, just worry about (Y/n)" Boozer hesitantly nodded, following after Deacon.

Deacon and Boozeman approached the bikes, Deacon pulled his med-kit out from his saddlebag, instructing Boozer to gently put her on the ground so he could tend to her wounds "This will do for now, stop her from losing anymore blood" he found a rubber band in the box- a tourniquet to slow blood flow, he tied it securely around the leg that had the deep cut, grabbing a bandage to put on the wound itself "Deek, what about you?" Boozer asked, still worried for his brother, he sighed and shook his head "Boozer, I said I'm fine, I'll deal with it later" he grumbled, clearly annoyed.

Deacon nodded once at his work, he did his best to bandage all of her wounds "It should do for now, Addy will be able to help her" he gestured for Boozer to put her on the back of his bike, they tied her wrists around Deacon's chest, securing her to him so she wouldn't fall off "Ready?" Boozer asked, watching Deacon adjust themselves, he nodded, revving his bike as they began to drive off.

They finally arrived at the camp, it was nearly morning "Someone's at the- wait, it's Deacon and Boozer" the gate creaked as it was pushed open, allowing them inside, they parked in the parking lot, Deacon quickly went to cut the ropes off of them, carefully getting off the bike and holding her up at the same time "Deek-" Boozer was about to say something "I'm fine" he cut him off, scooping her up into his arms and wasting no time as he lightly jogged to the infirmary.

He burst through the doors "Addy! Rikki!" He laid her down on a gurney "Add-" "Deacon" Addy came from around the corner "I was wondering where you all went" Deacon nodded "I'm sorry but I didn't come here for small talk" Deacon moved, putting his sister in full view for Addy, she gasped. "What happened?" She asked as she began to scrounge around for supplies, Deacon ran a hand through his dark hair "Rippers..Rippers happened" Addy nodded. "She was torched- same as Boozer, she has a long cut on her arm from the burn site, a cut on her calf and one on the inside of her thigh, multiple-..multiple bruises" Addy could see that Deacon was visibly stressed "Deacon.." She calmly said as she went to work on his sister "Go find Rikki, get her to help you, okay? I got her from here" Deacon nodded, leaving the infirmary.

It was around the middle of the day now, Deacon was fixed up, thanks to Rikki, he was sitting outside their cabin, eyeing Boozer's dog as it slept "Deek" Deacon's eyes darted to Rikki as she came up to him, she had no signs of concern on her face "Is..is she okay?" Deacon was almost afraid to ask "She's awake" Rikki said as Deacon shot up from his seat, joining Rikki as she walked back to the infirmary.

Deacon took a deep breath, swallowing the lump in his throat as he stood in the doorway "It's okay, Deacon" Rikki reassured him, gesturing him to keep coming, he could hear light laughing coming from inside, Deacon abandoned his doubts and followed the smaller brunette, he was almost blown away at the sight. (Y/n) was sitting up, smiling at Addy "Addy" Rikki said, their laughter stopped but their smiles stayed, Deacon's gaze found his sister's "Deacon" Addy stood "She's going to be fine, lost a bit of blood but nothing some good meals with red meat can't fix, as for the burn..a little worse than Boozer's but we caught it before it got even worse". "She'll make a full recovery as long as she uses the burn salve I gave her and she keeps it clean" he nodded "In other words, she's all patched up, not good to go though, she still needs to rest" Addy gently patted his shoulder, letting them have some time alone together.

"Hey.." (Y/n) was the first to speak, patting the spot next to her, he sat down beside her "How are you doing?" She asked, unconsciously finding his hand again with her own "Me? I'm fine, how are you?" Deacon stared at their hands together "Deacon, really" she said again, he sighed. "Physically, I really am fine except for the cut on my back- shit still kinda hurts, mentally, I'm not really sure.." She nodded, she gently squeezed his hand "I was scared..scared for you, scared for me, I didn't know if I was going to make it out, and then you came along..saved us both" he smiled slightly.

"And then turns out it was Jessie fucking Williamson, back from the dead and out for revenge despite what he said" Deacon exhaled shakily "At one point when we were there, I thought you were dead.." He admitted, sounding almost ashamed "But I'm not, I'm right here, Deek" she squeezed his hand again. "I know..this whole ordeal was terrifying" she nodded, leaning her head against Deacon's shoulder, Deacon laid his head against hers "I'm so glad you're okay.." Deacon said, voice barely above a whisper "You too, big brother" she replied, they spent the next few hours silently cherishing each other's company until Addy said it was time for (Y/n) to rest.

#days gone x reader #days gone #deacon st john x reader #deacon st john #deacon x reader

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amethyst-crystalfly · 4 years ago

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“Fever Dream”

Pairing | Todoroki Shoto x f reader

Themes | Hurt/comfort, fluff, tooth rotting fluff, fever comfort

warning | migraine attacks? mentions of passing out ( I am sorry I don’t know if they really need warnings, but just in case since this is my first time posting a fic like this)

Authour’s note: Hi guys! This is my new secondary blog for all stuff anime related. Feel free to leave a comment or drop an ask for a fic yu might be interested in. This is written from my personal experience with migraines, but you might have had different experiences, but I hope you enjoy this! Thank you so much for reading Love you!

wc | 2454

You stirred on your bed to the sound of your morning alarm going off. As you reached for the digital clock to make it stop you felt a dull headache building up.

“Ugh it is way too early for this right now” you thought to yourself as you groggily sat up in your dorm room bed. You were an aspiring hero you surely couldn’t let a small headache get in the way of your hero course classes. So, you stood up with resolve to get through this day and tried to block out the steadily increasing headache.

You went about your usual routine and promptly met your dorm mates for breakfast after getting ready for classes. You greeted them and tried your best to participate in conversations despite of the uneasiness.

Class started as usual and you decided to keep yourself busy in order to keep your mind off the headache. However, your eyes were burning up, they felt prickly. Every time you closed your eyes it felt like someone was pricking needles at your eyes. It was Mike sensei’s class and he had instructed everyone to silent read the short story he had just explained. You rested your aching forehead against your palms to support them while trying your best to read the instructed chapter. You could feel a fever coming, these were your usual symptoms before you got a fever. You sensed a light poke on your back and knew it was Mina calling you to say something, that is how you guys talked in between classes.

“hey are you alright? You seem a bit off” Mina whispered “you are usually more interactive in classes, is everything alright?”

“I am fine just a bit tiered I guess” you assured her.

She was not exactly convinced but she decided that she would save it for later. However,Mina was not the only one who had noticed this change, you had received concerned glances from a lot of your classmates today through out the classes. One person seemed to be particularly more concerned, Todoroki Shoto.

After English lessons the class was finally dismissed for lunch, much to your relief.

“I’ll join you guys at the table! I have some work to do before I have lunch” you told your friends

“Okay but hurry up and come soon!” Hagakure waved (or at least you assumed she did from the movement of her clothes)

“I will save a seat for you” Jirou offered as she followed the other to the cafeteria.

Once they left you let out a heavy sigh and started organizing your desk like you usually do before you join your friends for lunch in the school cafeteria.

“y/n-Chan are you feeling fine? Your eyes look glossy” You looked up to meet Ochaco’s concerned gaze.

You chuckled and yet again gave words of false reassurance to your friend, but even you knew you were pretty far off from fine right now.

“let’s go have lunch” you said after finishing organizing your desk for the next class after lunch. But as you stood up you managed to knock off your water bottle from the desk as you nearly fell over from the sudden dizziness and you had to grip the edge of your desk to keep from falling on your face.

“y/n Chan!” Uraraka gasped and rushed to help you stabilize yourself but the moment she touched your arm her hands involuntarily jerked back. “Oh my gosh! You are burning up!”

You were still attempting to stabilize your blurry vision and push down the boughs of dizziness “I-I am fine” you managed to mumble out.

It felt more like an attempt to convince yourself than to reassure her. Most of the class had already dispersed to the cafeteria, save for Mina and Ochaco who had stayed back to accompany you to the cafeteria and Todoroki lingering by the class room door, you weren’t sure why he stayed back.

“y/n Chan you should go to the infirmary! We will inform Aizawa Sensei” Mina said

“Yes, I will also give you my notes if you need! Just please take some rest” Ochaco chimed in, worry lacing her words.

Todoroki was silently observing this from distance, he wanted to reach out and help you but he was unsure about how to approach you. Upon seeing how delirious your condition was he decided to put his hesitance aside and he walked over to your desk.

“I can escort you to the infirmary, if you want that is, I..” he paused as if to find the correct word “I would be glad to help you”

Mina and Ochaco shared a secretive look at this and almost giggled. “Oh no they are being too obvious! This is so embarrassing!!” you internally screamed in embarrassment as your cheeks heated up further at Todoroki’s words and blush bloomed across your features.

“Yes, that would be perfect Todoroki kun! Please assist her!” Mina exclaimed and Ochaco offered her words of agreement.

You could not let this happen, you did not want Todoroki Shoto, the boy you secretly admired so much, to see you like this. What if he thought that you were weak? You are all training to be heroes, right? weakness is not acceptable! …right? Your mind was swimming not only with uncertainties but also with dizziness. You looked up to meet Todoroki’s eyes, and you saw worry and tenderness in them, for you and your heart almost melted at that. But no, you needed to attend these classes they were important how could you miss them; you would be falling behind. You attempted to let go of the sides of the desk you had been clutching for support and straighten up “Todoroki Kun I- “your voice trailed off as black spots appeared in your vision and you saw Todoroki Shoto’s beautiful face growing hazy, the sounds and worried voices around you felt so distant as unconsciousness took over.

You felt firm hands holding you, as if someone was carrying you somewhere, was this Todoroki Shoto? You brain felt too fuzzy to understand. Your one arm was draped over the persons neck and your head was resting on their shoulder. You semi-consciously nuzzled your face in the crook of his neck finding the warmth there. You could feel the person tense up for a moment, at that you muttered an incoherent apology before fading back to unconsciousness again.

The next time you woke up it was on one of the infirmary beds. You groaned at the sensation of the bright lights hitting your eyes and you turned to your side and curled up, pressing your palms to your eyes to protect them from the lights. The fever had induced a migraine which was your prime tormentor right now. When a migraine attack hit you, lights became your worst enemies as they made the migraine more unbearable. Recovery girl walked in moments later with some medicine from the other room for your fever. She helped you sit up and gave you the medicines with the gentle care of a grandmother. She had the lights dimed on your request and listened to your concerns.

“I am sorry darling but I can’t heal your migraine head ache, since it is not a physical injury, but I will give you some meds to help you with the fever. I suggest you take an off for a few days and get plenty of rest” You simply nodded as she got up to go write you a leave note. “and oh! The young man who brought you to the infirmary said he would drop by at dispersal before heading for the dorm, you can go back with him since you are still not stable enough, he should be here in a while” she informed you while leaving the room.

That caught your attention. "Todoroki brought me here? Did he indeed carry me to the infirmary?? And he was coming back?? To check on me???" You felt yourself turn into a blushing mess and you buried your face in your hands. “It’s nothing” you told yourself “He is probably just doing it out of the goodness of his heart not like he won’t do the same for anyone else, he was a good guy, it is probably nothing else, I should not get hopeful” Your train of thoughts were interrupted by a soft knock on the door. And you found Todoroki standing there.

“Hello y/n Chan, are you feeling better?”

“Yes somewhat…” you paused looking down “I-I am sorry for all the trouble...”

“please don’t apologize! It is no problem at all really” He assures you with a gentle smile. That smile that damned smile, it made you lose all focus. Gosh if only you could kiss him--that thought itself startled you so much that you stood up from the bed with a jerk. The sudden movement made your head hurt and you winced in pain.

“what happened?” He seemed confused

“oh, it’s nothing!” you tried to laugh it off “we should, umm go, I think I would feel better in my room”

He motioned for you to lead the way. You both made your way towards the exit of the school building in silence.

“Did anything important happen in class today? Any new announcements?” You asked breaking the silence

He hesitated for a moment before saying “I made a separate list of home works for you and I umm also printed a copy of my notes for you…so umm…you don’t need to worry; you can find everything there”

It made your heart soar, you were genuinely touched by this but you were also surprised “Todoroki kun thank you so much, I-I really don’t have words…thank you so much!!”

You saw his ears turn pink at that and a faint blush started forming on his cheeks, “it is alright, you don’t need to thank me” he said. You caught yourself staring at him and quickly averted your gaze.

As you stepped outside the school building, you groaned at the sun mercilessly shining. You hid your face in your hands again.

“Are you alright y/n Chan?” He asked concerned, lightly touching your arm.

“It’s just the sun…bright light worsens my migraine” The school corridor was cool and fairly dark hence it wasn’t that bad but stepping out in the sun was not the same.

“let’s go, I got this” you said without removing your hands.

You felt Shoto place his one hand around your shoulder, holding you steadily as he said “yes, let’s go”

He guided you towards the dorms and you kept shielding not just your eyes from the sun but also using it as an excuse to hide your blushing face.

You slumped a bit against him in relief was once you entered the dorms and the cool atmosphere greeted you. The hallway was thankfully empty much to your relief, if your friends saw you like this with Todoroki, there will be no end to their teasing.

Todoroki’s hand shifted from around your shoulder to the small of your back, ready to support you in case you stumble. The air between the two of you was tense, it felt like there were things which you both wanted to say but no one spoke. Your heart was hammering in your chest as he led you towards your dorm room. As you reached the dorm room, your hands were clammy as you tried to fish your keys out from one of your skirt pockets. He also seemed rather unusually clumsy while he was searching for the notes in his bag. He handed them over to you gently, and your fingers brushed. You were both alone in the hallway and it was steadily getting more awkward. As you were searching for things to say standing in the doorway, Todoroki broke the silence.

“y/n Chan, I have something to tell you...”

your heart sped up but you tried to appear calm and you casually leaned against the doorframe as you said “Yes, sure, go ahead”

“I…I am usually not very good with expressing feelings with words, but I want to tell you, today when I saw you like that it really got me worried, I know sickness and injuries are a part of life, especially with the nature of the work we are aiming for, it will probably be fairly common” he paused and took a deep inhale before continuing, still not meeting your eyes “What I am trying to say is, I want to be there for you, I know you are strong and you don’t need to be protected, but I want to fight by your side and always have your back, and if something gets you down I want to help you up…” he stops and sighs and shakes his head mumbling something to himself before finally meeting your gaze, “Y/n Chan I like you, a lot, I probably am not making sense right n—”

You cut him off by and cupping the side of his face in your palm and reaching up on your tip toes and pressing a soft kiss to his cheek. “I like you too Shoto kun, a lot”

His face turns bright red at this and you giggle at that.

“really?” he asks surprised

“umhmm” you nod suppressing a smile as you step closer to him.

He tucks a stray lock of hair behind your ear with an amused smile, as if he couldn't quite believe what you just said. He gently takes your hand in his. And presses a soft kiss on your knuckle and says “You should change and get some rest now, we can get back to this conversation later, I will be right back and bring you something to eat since you haven’t had lunch, okay?”

You nodded smiling at him. As he left and you closed your door you nearly jumped out of joy, your heart was about to burst. You washed up and quickly changed into an oversized t-shirt and a pair of shorts. You were starting to feel slightly cold again which probably meant the fever was coming back but you were far too giddy with joy to care. You opened your door upon hearing a knock. Todoroki greeted you with a smile and placed a steaming bowl of Shoba on your table.

“I always have some Shoba in my fridge, so I got you some, I should go now…I am probably interrupting your rest, take care okay?”

You simply walked towards him and wrapped your arms around him in a hug wordlessly and nuzzled your face against his chest. That earned you a soft laugh from him, which you absolutely cherished, and he wrapped his arms around you too.

“Shoto kun?” he smiled at the sound of his name on your lips

“hmm?”

“Stay with me”

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sanders-sides-drabbles · 4 years ago

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Roll For It

AU: @tscampfireau Warnings: mild swearing, some bees, a dragon, and in-game death Word Count: 1,500+

Each players character:

Virgil: Chatter, a Kenku Druid Roman: Sehso, a Kobold Sorcerer Remus: Dog, a Changeling Necromancer Patton: Rollyre, a Tiefling Rogue Logan: Koba, a Satyr Bard Dee: their aggravated Dungeon Master

Dee had his head in his hands. “You all are walking down a path in the woods. Roll.”

17, 19, 16, 13, and 2.

Logan laughed nervously and watched as Dee looked over his characters sheet. “Koba trips on a root in the path and falls backwards. Something shatters in her bag.”

“Oh no,” Logan whispered before looking around. “I try to discard my bag and run.”

“Roll.”

Virgil looked at the d20 and began to laugh. “6.”

“Koba manages to get the bag off after some struggle. However, due to her twisted ankle, she cannot get away as fast as the others. Bees sting her and she screams quite loud. There are noises from beyond the trees. Roll for stealth.” Dee adjusts the papers in front of him, changing the music on his phone from peaceful to a suspenseful.

They all passed, bar Roman.

“Sehso’s tail is visible from behind the tree he hid behind. The EdgeWood Cultists shoot him with a dart and he goes unconscious. What do you do?”

“How dare they shoot my tail,” Roman grumbles to himself, frowning and looking at the others.

Logan raised his hand slightly. “Question. Why do we all occupy a 5 by 5 foot square? How far apart do you think we should be?”

Dee turned to Remus before nodding. “Dog moves closer to Koba.”

Remus fixed his gaze on Logan, smiling evilly. “That’s a bold statement from someone within stabbing distance.”

A soft chuckle came from the DM, who repeated his earlier question. “What do you do?”

“Fight them!” Remus yells, causing Logan and Patton to start chanting to fight.

“Virgil?”

Virgil smiled deviously, bouncing in their seat. “I search around for their lair.”

Dee nodded, “All of you, except Roman, need to roll.”

They all passed.

“Dog, Rollyre, and Koba all begin to fight the remaining cultists. Six of them managed to take Sehso deeper into the woods. Chatter slips away from the fight and begins to search the woods. They find a building.” He adjusts their small characters on the table.

“I wanna shoot someone with my bow.”

“Dog just fucking turns into a cultist, too.”

Virgil slid the Jirt Dar, which had been in their lap, across the table. Remus sticks his hand in the Jirt Dar, having to keep it there for the entire turn.

“Hnng I wanna bite someone.”

With a sigh, Dee gestures to the dice.

Patton doesn’t succeed.

“Dog turns into a cultist and makes the 4 cultists confused. Koba jumps forward and bites one of the cultists. Roll for damage. Rollyre shoots the bow and misses, hitting the ground.”

“I got a 14.”

“Okay so total damage dealt is 17. The cultist has 32 health left. What do you do now?”

“I summon a snake to bite one of the cultists.” Remus slides the Jirt Dar back to Virgil, who puts it back in their lap.

“I wanna shank the one I’m attached to.”

“Can I try my bow again?”

“Roll. In the meantime, Virgil. How do you get in the building?”

“I search for a door or window.”

“Roll for perception.”

“18.”

“You find an unlocked door. Upon entering, its a basic house but there’s blood on the walls. Back to the fight. What did you three get?”

“14.”

“12.”

“15.”

“Dog summons a snake and it bites one of the cultists. Koba kicks the cultist she had been biting in the groin. Rollyre manages to get his bow to work and shoots one of the cultists. Roll for damage.”

“11.”

“13.”

Patton smiles wide, poking Virgil, who begins to laugh upon seeing the dice. “I got 20.”

“Okay so 2 of the cultists are now dead and the third lost a quarter of his health and is now poisoned. What do you guys want to do?”

“Pet my new snake.”

“Can I bite the guy that’s poisoned?”

Patton gently punched Logan from across the table. “That’s gonna get you poisoned!”

“Oh shit, right. I kick him instead.” Logan reaches over and takes the Jirt Dar, sticking his hand in it.

Dee rolls his eyes and looks at Patton.

“Loot the body of the guy I killed.”

They rolled. 19, 7, and 18.

“The undead snake wraps around Dog’s arm and falls asleep. It is content despite the fighting. Koba attempts to kick the guy but her ankle already sustained enough pressure from the last kick and the fall earlier. Roll for damage resistance. Rollyre finds a dagger on the body of the cultist. It looks almost new, as though it was special and wasn’t meant to be used.” The music switches to another suspenseful song.

Virgil clicks their dice together in their hands.

“What does Chatter do?”

“They look around for some treasure and,” they rolled the dice, getting a 19. “I got 19.”

“Chatter finds a treasure chest hidden underneath the stairs.”

“Can I check it for traps?”

“Roll for performance.”

The dice clatters against the table. “17.”

“You whistle quietly as you start tapping, poking, and examining the sides of the chest. It’s a catchy tune you picked up from the bard a few days ago.”

Virgil looked over to Logan. “Ooh, thanks Logan!” They got a thumbs up in response before Logan slid the Jirt Dar back over. “But what about the chest?”

“The chest starts humming along.” Dee turned back to the three fighting, feeling slightly bad for making Virgil pale as much as they did. “What do you all want to do now?”

“I wanna punch the guy with my snake hand!”

“Hit them with my bag.”

“I’m gonna stab the guy with the new dagger.”

5, 2, and 19.

“Dog misses by 2 feet. Koba goes to grab her bag before realizing it’s about 50 feet away on the trail, still being swarmed with bees. Rollyre stabs the guy with the dagger, it begins to glow and sing.”

He tapped his phone, it began to play “Mmm whatcha say~” at full volume before going back to the suspenseful music.

After a moment of silence, they all began to laugh at the absurdity of the sudden singing knife. It took a little for them to calm down before they could continue the game.

“Okay, there’s one guy left. What do you all do?”

“Can I tie him up?”

“I’m gonna steal some of the fabric from the guy I killed to wrap my ankle.”

“I’m gonna loot the other bodies.”

Remus cackled as he rolled a 20. Logan got a 17 and Patton got a 14.

“Dog ties the last cultist up to make sure he can’t escape. Koba rips some fabric and wraps her leg to help keep it steady. Rollyre finds a med kit and two bags of gems.”

Patton mimics his characters voice. “Where did the others take our friend?”

Dee cleared his throat, adding a snobbish tone to his voice. “I’ll die before I tell you.”

Patton looked at Remus “Alright.” He looked back to Dee, going out of character. “I slice open his neck with the singing dagger.”

“You slice open the cultists neck. He bleeds out quickly.” Dee played the song file again before turning to look between them.

“Hey, Dog, bring him back.”

“As you wish.” Remus went out of character as well. “I cast a Spell of Reanimation or whatever its called. I bring him back to life.”

“Roll.”

“18.”

“The guy is alive once more. He’s very pale and looks afraid.”

Patton went back into the character. “So, you said about dying first?”

Dee waved at Virgil, making them slide over the Jirt Dar, before he also was back into the character. “What in the unholy hell is wrong with you people?” He shoved his hand into the dirt.

Virgil giggles slightly, its muffled and some of their dice is gone. After a pointed glance from their brother, they spit out their d20.

“Roman, you awaken while being carried. You’re tied up and have no way to get out. The cultists throw you to the ground along with some gold. One of them says, ‘Oh, greatest of beasts, we offer you a Kobold and our most recently gotten gold. Please accept our offering.”

“Shit, man, you’re dead.” Logan shook his head and shrugged. The Jirt Dar was slid over to Logan, who then put his hand into it again. “Good job. Sorry, Sehso, but you’re gone. May the bees in the afterlife be as friendly to you as they were in life.”

“The bees are what killed me.” He glared at his best friend, pouting slightly. After a moment, he turned to Dee. “Can I roll for persuasion?”

“Go ahead.”

The dice clatters before landing on a 18. He deepens his voice for Sehso. “I have brought you this gold and six cultists as tribute to your greatness.”

Dee stifles a laugh before getting a gravelly voice. “I like you. Duck.”

“I duck?”

“The dragon incinerates the cultists before using a clawed hand to take the gold, cutting you free in the process. He flies away.”

“I thought I was gonna die!” Roman laughs and fistpumps, smiling to himself.

“I think we all thought you were gonna die, too.” Remus elbows him in the ribs, laughing along, too.

The clock chimed, making Dee look up. “Well, the three hours is up. We can continue another night.”

The others groaned but they still were smiling, the game would continue soon.

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ricksbowen · 5 years ago

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one more time | pt. 3

IN WHICH: y/n’s parents are too much, the library’s a perfect opportunity, and ej confesses something in private.

INSPIRATION: best part — daniel caeser, hey there delilah — plain white tees

WARNING: this series will have smut in it and is pretty sexual all around ( read with caution ). there are implications of sex right off the bat, and everyone is 18+ and in their senior year. there’s also family problems mentioned.

pt. 1, pt. 2, pt. 3, pt. 4, pt. 5, pt. 6

“Thanks,” you murmured, eyes never leaving your textbook as you took the coffee cup from Ricky.

Five hours of studying in the library. In any other circumstance, you and Ricky would’ve opted to study at either your house or his. But after the new step in your friendship, concentrating was harder. One minute, you’d be listening to Ricky’s thoughts on the subject at hand,

the next you’d be making out on his bed, lips needy and moving quickly.

At least you couldn’t jump onto each other in the library.

You raised the coffee cup to your lips, feeling the hot steam on your skin before you took a sip. Peering past your book, your eyes landed on Ricky’s disheveled form. His hair, wild and completely messed up, was tucked under a dark green beanie you had given to him on his birthday. His black hoodie was pulled over his head, hoodie strings falling loosely down as he wrote in his notebook.

“I got another set at the diner downtown.” You commented, eyes darting back to your book. You could hear him sit up, his chair creaking at every little movement he made.

“You serious?”

“Yeah. Apparently, they liked me so much they wanted me back,” you explained with a crooked smile.

“They’d be stupid not to,” Ricky hummed, his comment making your smile wider as you looked down at your textbook.

The words all felt jumbled up, mixed in a blender to the point where you couldn’t even read them. It was probably the exhaustion getting to you.

Usually, your study dates went like this. You and Ricky, reading in comfortable silence while a few scattered conversations occurred. To you, it was important to have comfortable silences with friends.

“Are your parents letting you go to Juilliard?” Ricky asked, breaking the silence in two and changing your mood almost immediately.

You bit your lip, shaking your head firmly. Your parents were conservative and strict and had always set your sights towards med school or law school since you were born. But sometimes the most rebellious people come from the strictest parents. You wanted to pursue music — you had told them multiple times — but you knew you couldn’t. Not with them breathing down your neck.

“What’re you doing?”

The sharp voice of your mom made you freeze, all hope of going into the school now lost as you turned to her. Your dad stood behind her, his look almost as murderous as your mom’s.

They had always been on the more conservative side.

You shut your laptop quickly. “College applications,” you croaked out despite the feeling of sandpaper in your throat. “Gonna apply for Colombia. Just like I said,” you smiled forcefully, praying that your terrible lie would suffice against their looming look.

“Give me the laptop,” your dad stated, walking into your room and holding his hand out expectingly. You stared up at him, eyes wide as you slowly shook your head. “Don’t make me take it from you.”

“But,” you stammered, eyebrows furrowing and heartbeat picking up. “I wasn’t doing anything wrong.”

Forcefully, your dad took the laptop out of your hands with one swift move. He opened it, the page not locked and protected by your password. He scrolled up, your impending doom hovering over you like an anvil waiting to fall. Then, he stopped.

“Juilliard? The art school?” he questioned, voice hard as his eyes snapped to you. Your mom walked up behind him, peering at the screen. You could see the anger dawn over her face.

You were in for it now.

“They caught me writing my application,” you mumbled, flipping the page absentmindedly. “They yelled at me for hours; nothing new.”

Ricky sucked in a breath, knowing fully well how much your parent’s words affected you. They were ruthless when it came to you. As an only child, you were their sole focus. But that came with consequences and blows to your self-esteem and your mind.

You stood up, letting out a loud sigh and turning to the shelves of books around you. The need for a yet another book pissed you off, and you cursed quietly under your breath as your scanned for a book you needed. Your fingers toyed with the spines of the various books you passed, and you paused when you came to the shelves that most likely had your book.

Hands crept around your waist, and almost immediately it sparked warmth on your skin. You could feel him kiss down your neck, and you automatically leaned your head back against his chest to allow him more access.

Light as a feather, Ricky’s kisses went down to your collarbone before climbing back up to your ear, where his breath fanned against your skin. “You need a break,” he mumbled, gently kissing at the skin under your ear.

You let out a shaky breath, feeling his hands under your shirt. You turned around, not even blinking before your lips met his. His hands picked you up, gripping your thighs and pushing you up against the tall shelves of the library.

“No one’s in the library,” you breathed, a light moan leaving your lips when you felt Ricky bite down.

“And that means?” Ricky asked, his voice sounding so sinfully innocent as he raised his face back up to yours.

“It means,” you drawled, tugging the beanie off of his head and throwing it behind him. “We can be as loud as we want,” you whispered, the feeling of your lips against his ear sending chills up and down his body.

“Or,” Ricky drawled on, grinding against you and watching you throw your head back in ecstasy. “Whoever makes a noise first,” he continued, helping you tug your shirt over your head. He took a second, mouth slightly agape as he looked you up and down. “Loses.”

You hummed in agreement, pulling his sweatshirt over his head and letting it fall behind him. You kissed him passionately, locking lips as if your life depended on it. You took his bottom lip between your teeth, playfully pulling it as you pulled away. You let go, taking in the needy gleam in his eyes as you smirked. “I’m down.”

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Sometimes it shocked Ricky how passionate you were about singing.

You had been singing for as long as he could remember. Your love for music was once a secret, hidden behind other hobbies like climbing trees or riding bikes up and down the neighborhood streets. It wasn’t until the seventh grade, when Ricky caught you singing in your treehouse with your guitar, did he realize just how talented you were.

You had come a long way. From having Big Red and Ricky practically push you towards talent show tryouts to singing nervously in front of the whole middle school with a guitar that was a tad too big for your arms.

You had stage fright then. The oh-so-bold and courageous Y/N was always rendered into a sputtering mess in front of crowds. You couldn’t perform in front of them, for you much rather loved watching Big Red and Ricky on stage.

But as Ricky watched you play guitar for a small diner with people crowding in to see you, Y/N L/N, sing. He couldn’t help but beam at you from one of the closest tables from the stage.

Alongside him sat all your friends: Carlos and Seb, Big Red and Ashlyn, Gina, and even Ej. He found time in his busy schedule to see you sing.

“You know, I never knew she could sing. Or play guitar,” Gina commented amongst all the commotion in their table, waves of agreement rippling through the group.

“She had stage fright before,” Ricky explained, stirring his drink with his straw, Big Red nodding his head rapidly.

“We basically peer pressured her into joining,” Big Red added with a grin, making everyone laugh.

“She sang at the talent show in like, the eighth grade,” Ej added, his eyes set on you on the stage. Your eyes met his, a nervous smile on your face that you hid behind a thumbs up his way. Ej sent you one back with more confidence, and in a way it calmed you down.

“Y’know, haven’t heard her sing since then,” Ashlyn commented, chin on the palm of her hand as she looked at you adjust your microphone with shaky hands.

“Shush! It’s starting!” Carlos hissed, excitement evident as he scooted his chair in closer to the table and focused on you. Various shushes went through the group, along with childish lines of, ‘You suck at whispering,’ and ‘Shut up!’

“Hey, I’m, uh, Y/N L/N,” you began, listening to the cheers scatter around you, the loudest coming from your group of friends. You beamed at them, their confident smiles settling your nerves as you let out a shaky breath. “I usually sing originals, but I’ve been procrastinating lately,” scattered laughs erupted from your crowd. “Here’s Best Part.”

You cleared your throat, before plucking the strings on your guitar and beginning to sing. Your voice was soft, resonating in the diner like an echo.

Ricky could see the nerves fade away as you began to play, your eyes shutting in content at the ecstasy singing gave you. It was odd, how much music affected your emotions in a positive way.

“If she doesn’t get a record deal in the future I’m gonna be pissed,” Seb murmured loud enough for the group to hear, scattered sounds of agreement coming from them all as their eyes stayed on you.

How could they tear their eyes away? You looked so simple, in a black long-sleeved shirt and a skirt that made your legs look amazing. That, paired with your guitar, made you a singing enigma for anyone who didn’t know you.

As the song came to an end, claps and cheers echoed through the crowd. You beamed, smile brighter than the stars. You almost let out a laugh at how loud your friends were, their cheers trumping over everyone and their claps loud.

“How she doesn’t have all the guys after her is beyond me,” Ashlyn tutted, shaking her head to herself as she sipped her drink.

“Speaking of guys,” Ej murmured, voice low as a conversation began between them all. His voice was only audible to Ricky, who sat behind him and turned to him with a confused frown.

“What?”

“Is Y/N, you know,” Ej motioned with his hands, trying to signal subtly to Ricky. It took only a second for Ricky to understand, his eyebrows going up in realization.

Since when did Ej like you? It surprised Ricky, but as he looked back on it, Ej always did have a soft spot for you. Not that he cared much; Ej was a good guy.

“Seeing anyone?” Ricky finished with a cocked eyebrow. Since when was Ej interested in you? In retrospect, it made more sense; you had always been pretty close to him. “No, not that I know of,” Ricky answered, keeping the unholy thought of you in his bed literally two nights ago to himself. “Why?”

“I dunno,” Ej mumbled, looking down sheepishly as he scratched the back of his neck. “Just wondering. I mean after Luka, of course she decided to stay single.” His last sentences were quiet, more for himself than Ricky, but Ricky heard nonetheless.

After your performance, you bowed one last bow to the crowd before you jumped off the small stage, making your way to your friends and letting out a laugh at their exclaims.

“You’re telling me that you’ve had that voice this whole time and you still didn’t try out for High School Musical: The Musical?” Carlos scoffed, feigning hurt while you only hugged him tightly.

“My stage fright would’ve gotten the best of me,” you remarked, the smile of your face never ceasing. You hugged Ricky tightly, his smile almost as wide as yours. He opened his mouth to compliment you before Ej shyly tapped you on the shoulder.

“I was, uh, wondering if we can talk,” Ej said, his voice making the sides of your mouth turn down into a worried frown.

“Sure.” You followed him to the side of the diner, away from the crowds and from your friends. You were unaware of your friends’ eyes on you and Ej, theories already popping up in their minds.

“What do you think they’re talking about?” Big Red asked, nodding towards you and Ej conversing quickly. He seemed happy; you looked unsure.

“Either relationship advice or actual problems,” Gina responded, sipping her drink as she spoke.

“Or something else,” Seb added, eyeing the conversation as if it was a dramatic movie playing out in front of him.

Ricky only watched on, curiosity bubbling in his chest as he watched you smile hesitantly and nod your head. Ej’s glowing smile grew, and he nodded to himself. You gave him another smile before turning to the group, smile falling when you saw their eyes on you.

You both walked over to them, your movements hesitant and your eyebrows furrowed while Ej wore a satisfied smile.

You all gave each other another goodbye, your hug with Ej lasting a second longer than usual before you walked out of the diner with Ricky by your side. He was always your ride when it came to your performances.

“What was that all about?” Ricky questioned nonchalantly, breathing in the fresh night air as you walked to his car.

“He wanted to tell me he liked me. He said he had liked me for a while,” you mumbled, voice blatant as you walked. You knew Ricky was looking at you, gauging for any kind of reaction, but you only kept your eyes ahead of you. “It was just something he wanted to get off his chest,” you shook your head. “I dunno.”

“Well,” Ricky cleared his throat, unlocking his car and helping you out your guitar in the back seat. “Do you like him?”

“I haven’t liked someone in that way since Luka.” You shut the door, opening the door to the front seat and climbing in. Ricky went into the driver’s seat, hands on the steering wheel yet not moving.

“I thought you got over him.”

“I did,” you said, glancing at him. “It’s just,” your voice trailed off, the memories you blocked out of your own head coming back in waves. You sank into the seat of his car. “I’m not over what he did to me. How much he hurt me.”

Nodding to himself, Ricky started up his car. Hey There Delilah started to play through his speakers, and you looked outside the car window as he backed out of the parking space. Your mood always deflated when it came to talking about relationships. Luka left you scarred in more ways than one.

Ricky knew the friends with benefits agreement allowed you both to see other people. But what you didn’t cover was what would happen if you met the right one while having the agreement with Ricky.

“Are you gonna go out with him?” Ricky found himself asking, eyes never leaving the road for fear of seeing you glare at him. But you didn’t glare like you usually did. You only shrugged, watching the buildings pass by. It was odd to feel so down when you felt like you were on top of the world not even 30 minutes ago.

“I don’t think so,” you said, words unsure and hesitant. “I love Ej — I really do — but I don’t wanna ruin what we have. I know it’ll end badly.” You turned away from the side window, opting to watch the dark road ahead illuminated by the headlights.

“You say that every time someone shows interest in you.”

“You say the same thing,” you fired back, turning to him with a cocked brow as if you were challenging him to continue.

Ricky shrugged sheepishly, eyes snapping to look at you for just a second before returning to the road. “Good point. But if he actually asks you to go out...” Ricky trailed off suggestively, making you snort in amusement and sink deeper into your chair.

“That’ll be a problem if it actually happens. But for now,” you looked at him, managing a smile. “I have nothing to worry about.”

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dalamjisung · 4 years ago

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When your roommate told you she’d be right back, you knew where she was going, and you didn’t blame her. You caused this, and you felt so guilty, even towards her. She was already under a lot of pressure because of school and boxing and her career, and to top it all off, you managed to cause all of this. Last night, after Felix texted you, after you found out that he knew you knew, you froze; and for about an hour, you sat on your bed just looking at your freaked out roommate. After she managed to make you talk, you didn’t stop– you kept telling her the story over and over again, as if by doing that it wouldn’t be as bad, but it never got better and you couldn’t stop crying and the night passed just like that. She spent the whole night comforting me, you though as you watched your sleep deprived best friend dress to go to the gym train. And I can’t even force myself to go watch one of her fights. Ridiculous.

You let her go peacefully, waving goodbye as she closed the door, and waited five minutes. After that, you didn’t even care about changing, you simply put an oversized hoodie and marched to the ice cream parlor where, if you weren’t wrong, and you hardly ever were, Felix would be. During one of your many breakdowns last night, you somewhat managed to see Felix’s texts lighting up your roommate’s phone, and you just couldn’t help yourself. Desperation was an ugly color on you, but you had to fix this somehow, even if it would crush all your morals and personal values at once.

You saw him first, but didn’t let your eyes linger, not wanting him to see you too. You hid in the booth behind theirs, and promised yourself you wouldn’t stay too long. He would be angry if he knew you were eavesdropping, but wasn’t he angry already? You wanted to fix this and this was the best way you found to deal with this whole situation.

“Felix,” You heard Chan say, and you smile a bit, fond of how Felix’s name sounds coming from his fellow Australian friend. “What’s going on? You look like shit.”

“Thanks mate,” Felix chuckles. Smile now gone, you make sure to turn in to the conversation happening behind you. You can’t miss a single detail. “But I just wanted to tell you guys something.”

“Well,” Your roommate said softly. “We’re here. And we’re listening, Lix.”

“Do you remember the first time you introduced me to Bunny?” Oh my god, he still called you that. You’d be lying if you said that the fond nickname didn’t spark a tiny bit of hope in you, even though you did your best to shut it down– there was no more space for disappointment in you. “I had just gotten badly hurt; my ankle was all… wrong.”

You remembered that. He had severely torn his ligaments and you did your best to help him. Once you heard from the head nurse and your friend that he was fully recover, you remember going out, by yourself, to celebrate. You’ve never told this to anyone, but Felix was all you needed to have faith in yourself again; you had been going through a tough time, back then, but when you heard about him and how happy he was, you remembered why you were doing what you were doing. I just wanted to help…

“She did her best,” He said and you could just hear his smile. “She really did, and so did the main nurse, but I knew. I’ve seen people get hurt like that before and it’s really hard to fully recover– it requires a lot of physical therapy, and I just knew it wouldn’t be the same. And it kind of was and it kind of wasn’t. My right feet seemed fine for the next three games, but then it started hurting a little bit. I thought it was just a relapse, so I did more and more physical therapy, but it wasn’t working and… the more I played the more it hurt and I don’t know; I guess I was desperate. I’ve been playing since I was a kid, so I just thought that if I could make it stop hurting, I could still be on the team. So I went to the main nurse, and I told her everything. She said that there is nothing much she could do, except give me some pain killers and refer me to another doctor, so I took it.”

“Pain killers?” Chan whispered, voice wavering a bit. “Felix… why didn’t you tell me?”

You knew from listening to your roommate that Chan takes personal responsibility over all the boys, but he’d always had a special fondness for Felix, his little Aussie brother. If you were to turn around, you are sure you’d see Bang Chan with unshed tears in his eyes, concealing his emotions as always.

“I didn’t want to disappoint you hyung…” He mumbled. “I know it’s stupid, but I just didn’t want to be a failure. Not after all you’ve done for me here.”

“Mate, you’d never disappoint me. There is no way.” Chan say, and you hear shuffling. “I’d never leave you behind, Lix, I thought you knew this.”

“I do.” Felix says and he just sounds so broken. This is when you plan your hands on the table with an air of security. You’ve heard enough; it is time to go, you decide… But then you hear your name. “I do, mate. But at the time I was overwhelmed. So I kept going back to the office, telling Y/N I had sprained my ankle when nothing really happened. It was just pain from that one accident, but the pills she gave me helped, so I guess I never stopped going back.”

“Oh my god, Lix,” Your roommate says. “Who knew about this?”

“Sunwoo, and Hyunjin. That’s it.” He sighs. “I didn’t tell you guys before because it was just bad timing; I promise it has nothing to do with you.”

“Hyunjin….” Your roommate echoes. “Oh no.”

“Yeah,” Felix chuckles humorlessly. “He accidentally told Y/N. And that’s why I did what I did. I don’t want her to go out with me because she pities me. I don’t want that. And I don’t want that for her… I don’t want her to feel obligated to do anything she doesn’t want to, so I put an end to it.”

And you just can’t hold yourself anymore anymore. You can’t sit there and listen, so you do what you do best.

You meddle.

“Thanks for taking that decision for me, Felix.” You say and even you flinched at how harsh your words sounded. But now you are angry. You are livid. How can he do that to you?

“Y/N.” He said, and he sounds too tired to even bother being surprised. “Eavesdropping, I see.”

“Apparently,” You say getting up. “That’s the only way for you to be honest with me.”

“Look who’s talking.” He says and you are done. You are done because you know he’s right.

It’s time to let this go.

It’s time to let him go.

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foul play // eight : let him go

pairing: soccer player!felix x med student!reader

genre: college!au, fluff

description: They met through a mutual friend and that was the start of it all; Felix’s one sided crush and Y/N’s constant worry. The boy, a right forward player, was known in the field as one of the best players in the game; and also known in the hospital as one of the clumsiest. Y/N worked at the nurse office as part of her on-campus residency and believe it or not, the nurse office has its regulars, and Lee Felix was one of them. Sprained ankle, broken wrist, two concussions, and yet, he never takes a break. Until Y/N stepped in.

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thelovelylolly · 4 years ago

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Savior

Summary : You’re a young princess, about to be crowned queen. You are being trained by your father to take over his role of ruling your home planet and since he was being protected by jedi, you were as well. Your father held a ball the night before your coronation and through out the night, a certain jedi master caught your eye. But during the ball, something goes wrong and causes the jedi to become your savior.

Warnings : None!

Notes : I just love to imagine obi wan saving me, it’s kinda romantic, y’know? Also the ending kind of got away from me. Also also, I may make a sequal if requested or if this does well. Hope you enjoy!

As your ladies in waiting put the finishing touches on your outfit for the ball, your father continued to quiz you on all the things you should know before becoming queen.

“...and you will make regular trips to Coruscant to attend senate meetings. You will be assigned a jedi guard each trip, probably the same one each time. Tonight there will be jedi guarding the ball, there you can meet some.” You father says, finally done talking.

You turned around from your mirrors to face him. Your light grey ball gown fitted you perfectly, the skirt being just right. It had silver details and accessories with it. The dress had a ball gown skirt with a off the shoulder neck line, giving off a amazing silhouette. Your father went over to a dark brown box and opened in. Inside was the crown you wore since you were a child. It was dainty but had many jewels on it. Your father came back over and you knelt before him so that he could place the crown on your head.

Once he did, you stood back up and gave him a smile. He dismissed your ladies in waiting as his eyes teared up. “You’re so beautiful, dear. Your mother would be so proud.” He said, placing his hands on your shoulder.

“You remind me everyday, dad. I still couldn’t have done it without you.” You replied, giving him a tight hug which he returned. The two of you pulled away, ready for the ball.

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The ball was going smoothly. You had to sit through many conversations with boring senators and people of your court. But through out the evening, a jedi guard caught your eye. And it just so happens you caught his.

Obi-Wan had seen you walked into the room with your head high and a soft smile on your face. He had heard about you but had never saw you in person. You enchanted him, his gaze kept on you most of the knight. “Master! Are you staring at the princess?” Anakin, Obi-Wan’s padawan, asked.

Obi-Wan felt his face heat up. “No. I am not, Anakin.” He denied. Anakin rolled his eyes and walked away, leaving Obi-Wan stationed near the two thrones at the end of the room. He had lost sight of you but when he did find you, you two locked eyes.

Obi-Wan looked at you and you froze, keeping your eyes on him. Then you realized what was going on and looked away, you face red. “Darling are you alright? You face is very red.” You father asked once he finished his conversation with some senators.

“Yes, dad.” You replied, giving him a smile.

“Good, shall we take our seats?” You nodded at your father’s question and took his arm. The two of you walked over to the thrones, where Obi-Wan was stationed. You lifted your skirt a bit so you could walked up the few steps that led to your throne. You reached the top of the four stairs and when you put your foot down, you felt the tile dip down like a pressure plate.

You were confused but soon your confusion turned into terror. The tile was rigged to explosives placed near the door to the room and you just so happened to set them off. Panic spread through the room as you and your father turned around to see what was happening. Obi-Wan and Anakin sprung into action, protecting the senators and looking around for any suspicious people.

Your father and yourself walked backwards towards your thrones when your father stepped on another rigged tile. This time the explosives were a few feet away from your thrones. You lost your grip on your father and were blasted forwards to the dance floor. You were winded from landing on your stomach.

Everyone were loud and trying to leave as more, slightly smaller explosions were going off. Dust and rubble filled the room, causing you to cough and push yourself onto your knees. “Dad?!” You yelled into the dust, rubble and screams.

Another explosion went off near you and you looked towards the sound. It had hit a pillar which caused the pillar to start falling towards you. You were frozen with fear, thinking you were about to die. But a certain Jedi Master saw you just in time.

He ran and grabbed you right before the pillar fell. The two of you sat a few feet away from the fallen pillar, catching your breaths. “Where’s my father?” You asked, meeting his gaze.

“Anakin and I have been evacuating everyone but we haven’t seen him. He might still be in here.” Obi-Wan replied, trying not to think of the worse. He quickly got up and helped you up.

The two of you carefully ran to where your father could be and started searching. You found a small pile of rubble and started pulling bits and pieces off the pile. You saw a your father’s face after removing a few pieces. “Obi-Wan! Help me!” You yelled, trying to remove the rubble but your vision was blurred with tears from fearing the worse.

Obi-Wan saw your struggle and lifted his hand, the force lifting the rubble away. “Help me carry him.” Obi-Wan said. The two of you lifted your father up and quickly escaped the room, Anakin not far behind.

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You were biting your nails as the white med bay lights shined on your unconscious father. You were sitting next to his bed until he woke up. The second explosion had bruised your back but other than that, you were surprisingly fine. Obi-Wan and Anakin brought you and your father to Coruscant where the chancellor gave you a penthouse to stay in while your father stayed in the hospital for politicians and higher up officials.

You were barely even in your penthouse, spending all the time you could next to your father. You already lost your mother, you were not losing him.

A nurse walked into the room, clearing her throat to make her presence know. “Your highness, Jedi Master Obi-Wan Kenobi wants to meet with you at your penthouse. He sent me to inform you.” The nurse said, her tone sweet and soft. You nodded and looked at your dad.

“If my dad wakes up, alert me immediately.”

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It was a short trip from the hospital to your penthouse. You arrived and took the elevator up. You penthouse took up a entire level so when the elevator doors opened it was your front door. You opened it, not bothered to lock it at all.

Sitting on the couch, Obi-Wan was waiting with his brown robe laid on the back. He looked over to you and butterflies swarmed in your stomach. You hid your small crush and sat across from him. “You wanted to see me, Jedi Master?” You said, crossing your legs like you would on your throne.

“Yes. How are you and your father? I’ve been slightly worried since that night.” Obi-Wan asked. Could he have feelings for you? You dismissed the thought, remember that jedi couldn’t have attachments.

“I’m fine. My father is still unconscious but the doctor said he should be awake soon.” You replied. Silence sat between you two for a few minutes as you got lost in each other’s eyes. Until you cleared your throat. “Would you like some tea?” You asked.

Obi-Wan nodded and you walked over to the kitchen, preparing some water, cups and tea bags. “I never got to thank you. You saved my life.” You called from the kitchen.

“It was my duty, your highness. I was assigned to protect you.” Obi-Wan called back. You smiled to yourself as your prepared two cups of tea on a tray and some sugar and cream along with it.

You walked out with the tray and sat it on the small table between the two couches. You sat where you were before and took your cup of tea, cream and sugar already in it. Obi-Wan stirred in some sugar and cream and brought it to his mouth, taking a careful sip.

You sat there and let the tea cup warm your hands. You stared down into the cup, seeing the tea settle from swirling. For some reason, the butterflies from earlier didn’t go away. You quickly glanced up and saw Obi-Wan looking at you, taking another sip from his tea. Your face flushed and you took a quick sip of your tea. “Are you alright, princess? You look red.” Obi-Wan asked.

You nearly choked on your tea. “Y-yes, master Kenobi.” You replied. You had to admit, when he said your title, it made you fall for him more.

Obi-Wan heard your thoughts through the force and smirked, bringing the cup back up to his lips. After taking a sip, he set the cup down on the table and crossed his legs. “You do know that jedi can hear your thoughts through the force, right, dear?” Obi-Wan asked, catching you off guard.

“U-uh.” You stuttered, completely embarrassed.

Obi-Wan stood up and put his robe on. “I’m afraid I must be going, princess. Thank you for your hospitality and the tea. Oh! And one more thing.” Obi-Wan said, stopping himself before he left. You set your tea down and looked at him. He simply walked over to you and tilted your head up. “I know jedi aren’t suppose to have attachments but I’ll make an exception, darling.”

You were a blushing mess. So you did what you wanted, not caring. You quickly leaned forward and kissed him. Obi-Wan didn’t pull away, rather he kissed back. After a few moments, the two of you pulled away. “Meet me here tomorrow at this time.” You said, smiling.

“Of course, your majesty.”

And with that, Obi-Wan left your penthouse.

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goldandbluesmiles · 5 years ago

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Nickname Game

Summary: Bruce wakes up with a drug in his system and shenanigans ensue.

Ao3

XXX

Jason was about to have lunch when his phone buzzed. He was going to ignore it until he saw who was calling him.

"Oracle," he said after picking up the phone, "Why're you ringing me during daylight?"

"Bruce has been kidnapped,"

A beat of silence.

"What?"

"Bruce-"

"Yeah. Yeah. I heard you," said Jason, "From where?"

"Lunch break," said Barbara, "Only a few witnesses and they've been kept quiet,"

"Okay," said Jason, already switching the call to Bluetooth and grabbing his keys, "What's the plan?"

"All the other Robins are out of town. You're with Cassandra on this one,"

"Okay," said Jason hopping on his cycle

"Jason?" said Barbara

"Yeah,"

"Good Luck," she said, "And be careful,"

xxx

There was no ransom demand. The kidnapping was done by a disgruntled former employee that Bruce and Tim had personally seen the termination of. Jason didn't need to know why it had happened. Neither Bruce or Tim was in the habit of firing people for no good reason. There had probably been something fishy going on.

He was more worried about how long it was taking them to find the man. Cassandra's taut muscles showed him she was worried too.

He's batman. He's fine.

It didn't help.

They did find him thirty-seven hours after the kidnapping. He was chained to the warehouse ground, covered in cuts and bruises. There were needle marks on him showing that something had been given to him.

He was unconscious, resembling a dead man more than an alive one.

It took all his will power and Cassandra's firm hand on his shoulder to keep from beating the perp to a pulp.

"Take him home," said Cassandra

Jason took a deep breath and steadied himself. She was right because of course, she was. The only bat with at least some common sense.

"Okay," said Jason, "Okay,"

xxx

The good thing about keeping the kidnapping out of the media was that they were able to bring Bruce home without raising too many questions. He was instantly taken to the med bay where Leslie did her tests as the various children of the manor slowly trickled in.

"He's stable," said Leslie, "From what I can tell he's on some cocktail of sedatives and pain mediation. I'm not sure what they were trying to do but it's nothing overly harmful. He'll probably just be a little loopy when he wakes up. If he's not up for another 48 hours, we should probably do some more tests,"

Jason can hear Tim and Alfred asking more questions but all he can do is stare at the nearly lifeless body was his da-former mentor.

"You did good," said Dick, gently squeezing his shoulder.

Jason tried to nod, tried to give any reaction. It didn't work.

He wondered how long it would take- how long it would take for this oily dark feeling in his stomach to go away this time around and if he would ever stop feeling it every time he saw the older man laid up in bed.

He wondered if he even wanted to stop feeling it.

xxx

When Bruce started to stir awake thirty-two hours after the rescue, Jason was the only one awake, the rest of the bats having dozed off at different spots around the cave.

"Hunghhhh," said Bruce as he stirred awake

"Hey," murmured Jason gently touching the man's shoulder, "You with us, B?"

Bruce blinked slowly, looking as if he was having a hard time focusing. Jason gave him a few minutes to adjust. Once he stopped blinking, he noticed that bruce was looking at him with an odd tilt to his head and a confused look in his eyes.

He frowned. Maybe the injections had some side effects.

"Hey Bruce," said Jason, "Do you know who I am?"

Bruce frowned in concentration and then a bid dopey smile spread across his face.

"Murder Baby," he said

Jason couldn't believe his ears, "What?"

"Murder Baby!" said Bruce, this time a little more enthusiastically

"What?" this time his question came out in a screech and prompted everyone in them cave to wake up. Dick fell off the chair, Timmy and Duke accidentally elbowed each other from where they were curled up together. Everyone also looked ready for a fight. Cass was the only one who looked even a little calm.

Bruce grinned and waved when he saw all fo them.

"What's wrong Little Wing?" asked Dick, "Everything okay with him?"

Jason didn't know how to answer.

"Uh, B tell me again who I am?"

Dick frowned but Bruce answered without missing a beat.

"Murder Baby!"

There were a few murmured 'what the hell's around the room?'

"Father what's wrong with you?" asked Damian, coming to stand beside Jason

Bruce grinned again and bopped Damian on the nose "Little Cutie!"

"Oh my God," said Dick gleefully, "It's the drugs,"

Bruce turned at the sound and smiled at Dick, "Birdie!"

"Well okay then," said Tim.

Bruce grinned and made grabby hands at Tim. Tim carefully came closer only for Bruce to bodily haul him up on the bed.

"Hi dad," said Tim, a happy grin on his face. Jason thought it looked good on him.

"Coffee boy," murmured Bruce, gently poking his cheek.

"Ain't that accurate," scoffed Stephanie

"Eggplant girl!"

"That's also accurate," said Tim, "Hey B who's that?"

Bruce followed Tim's finger to Cass and smiled, "Dancey girl,"

A few chuckles were heard around the room and a game was made of it.

Duke was dubbed 'little mister light'

Kate was 'Kit Kat', apparently a childhood nickname by Bruce

Barbara was 'Little Red', another childhood nickname

Selina was still called 'Cat'

Harper was 'blue brat'

Cullen was called 'Cute bug'

But the real kicker came when Alfred finally came downstairs.

"What ever is going on down here," he asked

A few voices went up to explain but it Bruce's words that cut through everything.

"Hi, Dad!"

Silence. You could have heard a ghost pin drop.

"Master Bruce?" asked Alfred

Bruce held out a hand and made an impatient motion, "Dad!"

Alfred quickly came to his side and squeezed his hand, making Bruce smile a big dopey smile all over again.

"What is happening here?" asked Alfred, sounding both bewildered and happy

"He's giving everyone nicknames," Jason told him, "We think it's the drugs. He keeps calling me Murder Baby,"

"And apparently you're dad," said Dick, a soft smile on his face, "Makes sense really,"

Alfred smiled, a little wetness in his eyes, "I see,"

"You should hear what he's calling the rest of us," said Stephanie, "Hey Bruce, who am I?"

And then the nickname game began all over again.

"I didn't think he would use the word murder in association with me so...affectionately," said Jason

"You guys have come a long way," said Dick

"He's high on drugs," said Jason, trying not to let hope swell in his chest, "Probably doesn't know what he's saying,"

"He called Alfred Dad, Jay,"

Jason didn't have anything to say to that.

The real shock came when Leslie came over to check up on Bruce.

"Mom!"

Leslie stopped in her tracks.

"What?" she asked, voice barely above a whisper.

"It's the drugs. He's giving everyone nicknames," said Tim

"And I'm..."

"Mom!" Bruce finished for her

"Well, baby," said Leslie, voice suspiciously rough, "Let's get you checked out,"

Bruce complied with a grin and nod.

Half an hour later, Bruce had dozed off again while everybody settled down around him.

"You all should really head upstairs," said Leslie

Nobody moved

xxx

Bruce woke up again two hours later but this time everyone was alert. Kate, Selina and Leslie had left while Alfred had gone back upstairs but the kids had all stayed.

Jason was once again the first one to notice that he was waking up.

"Hey, B," he said, "You with us?"

"Hmm, Jay?" said Bruce, prompting everyone to surround him once again.

Jason smiled, "Yeah. Yeah. It's me. How're you feeling?"

"I'm okay," he said, carefully, "How long was I out?"

"The first time nearly two days after. You woke a couple of hours ago and then fell asleep again," said Dick

Bruce frowned, "Please tell me you all haven't been here the whole time,"

"Don't worry about that," said Tim, "Do you remember anything from when you first woke up,"

Bruce frowned, "No, Should I?"

Everyone in the room shot each other looks, trying to but not succeeding in hiding their grins.

Bruce gave a resigned sigh, "Just show me the video,"

Four different phones were extended towards him. Bruce took Stephanie's and played the video displayed. They all watched him carefully as he cycled through very different emotions. Surprise, amusement, happiness and then utter bewilderment.

"I called Leslie, mom?" he asked, looking up at them

"Yeah," said Dick, "We were a little surprised,"

"I'm gonna have to talk to her aren't I?" he asked

"That's probably a good idea," said Duke

"Have you ever called her that before?" asked Tim

"Once," said Bruce, "I was around ten. I ran away and hid in my room for a full two days,"

"Wow,"

"Yup,"

There was a beat of silence and then Damian spoke up.

"Father, now that all this sentimental commiserating is over, I would like to bring up a complaint about the nickname you gave me,"

"Really brat?" said Tim, "Bruce was drugged for god's sake,"

"Quiet Drake," said Damian, "As I was saying, my nickname should not involve the work cute. I will allow little as I am the smallest right now but not cute,"

"But Dami," cried Dick, "You are cute,"

"I am not-Grayson! Get off of me- Father! Help!"

Bruce just shook his head and smiled.

Eventually, everybody wandered away from the cave, leaving only Bruce and Jason behind.

"So," started Bruce, conversationally, "What about this is bothering you? The murder part or the baby part?"

Jason stared at him, "I have no idea what you're talking about,"

Bruce raised his eyebrows and yeah, that was about eight on the Did you forget I'm Batman scale.

Jason sighed, "I don't know,"

"Is it a bad thing?"

Jason thought about it and landed on 'no'. Hearing it threw his for a bit of an emotional loop but it wasn't something that needed talking about. He would probably forget about it the minute he started eating Alfred's cookies.

"Nah. I'm good,"

"Okay," said Bruce, "Jay?"

"Yeah,"

"I love you,"

"Love you too, Old man,"

Yeah. It was good.

xxx

A few days after the incident, the family were all gathered in the den, having a rare night of pizza and movies. Well, the pizza was the rare part, not the movies.

Damian was grouchy about something like usual and talking-well complaining-Bruce's ear off.

Bruce was looking at his phone though and at one point pulled Damian close while shushing him absentmindedly.

"Hush, Little Cutie,"

There was a moment of silence and then the room exploded with Damian's screeching and everyone else's amusement.

Poor Bruce just looked bewildered.

"I-I didn't mean to say that," he muttered

It made Jason roar and double over.

"Your face!" he said between gasps

Bruce glared.

"Shut up, Murder Baby,"

It only made Jason laugh harder.

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supernaturallyobsessedchic · 4 years ago

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When He’s Sick

Pairing: Dean x reader

Warnings: sick!dean (it’s a thing, trust me), man flu (most women in relationships, also maybe some gay men would know the constant struggles when their man is sick the ‘man flu’ (usually it’s a cold)), mentions of depression, mentions of panic attacks, fluffiness

Word Count: 2,466

a/n: was reading @supernatural-jackles preference list, the title is same as her preference when the boys are sick. Here’s my imagination running wild when I should be preparing to post 7 Days to Die. But, Dammit Jen’s so good, plus, Jen, I hope this is okay...I never talked ahead of time with you about it, this happened spontaneously....I guess read and let me know if it’s all good. If not I’ll remove it.

They had been in the town for a number of days. Hunt finished, long finished. But it turns out, someone, somewhere, somehow, the boys got sick with a nasty virus.

Sam was the first down and out. Not throwing up, but heating up with a fever. But his gut feeling like he isn’t going to last. Even if he ate something light on his stomach.

Y/N offered a small variety of foods to the giant. Saltines, applesauce, banana, toast, mashed potatoes, soup, anything light. But he turned it down.

She heard retching in the bathroom. That leaves with the older Winchester. Now when he’s sick, he’s sick. Really sick. Hearing him lose the contents of last night’s supper told her he wasn’t going to be able to keep anything solid down. At least not heavy. But they need to eat something.

He came out after washing up, pale as a ghost. If not dead already. It worried her, seeing how pale he was.

“Any leads on Dick?” He asks, words slurred. A garbled burp escaped. Only to turn into another throw up session. When he felt something coming up, he turned at his heel to make it to the toilet.

It had been weeks since Bobby’s death, Dean was running himself ragged finding Dick. Both him and Sam both wanted revenge. But at least, Sam knows when to stop to sleep and eat. But Dean, has one speed. Go.

She could only shake her head. He needs to take a break.

“You are in no condition to keep this up Dean.” She says from the door.

“Rain or shine, I’m hunting Dick.” He says. He hears her snort. “Oh grow up.” he groans as another wave hit him. Only making him groan louder, unable to throw up.

She took the time to head out to grab some supplies for them before they leave to head to the hunters cabin where they hid out, but also primarily lived.

Grabbing canned soups, broth, and even grabbed a thing of potatoes to mash up. She had weird, not so traditional ways of getting nourishment when sick but also something to be easy on the stomach.

Driving back she heads to their room. Sam still in bed, sound asleep. She hears a moan from the kitchen. To find Dean on the floor.

“Dean!” she says, concerned. Dropping the groceries on the table before rushing over to help him up.

“I’m fine.” He slurs.

“You’re not fine, you’re on the kitchen floor for no reason.” She says, helping him up.

She could feel the muscles in his arms trembling, they were fatigued.

“The floor moved on me.” He mumbles.

As she struggles to get him up right, she had his back at her chest, so his head fell back on her shoulder. He was out of it. But she wraps an arm around to touch his forehead.

“Dean, you’re burning up. We need to cool you off.” She says. Pushing him up to his feet.

“Seriously, I’m fine.” He continues.

He’s up, but knees weak nearly gave out. She has his arm around her shoulder as she practically dragged him to his bed. When his but landed on the side of the bed he didn’t stop the rest of his body to fall onto the bed with a significant bounce.

“No you’re not. You got something, you and Sam both. You threw up, and are running a fever. You need to stop and rest. It’s not gonna kill you.” She says.

He didn’t have the energy to fight her. He doesn’t even fight her when she takes his boots off. Undressing him down to his t-shirt and boxers, tucking him in bed under a thin layer of sheets.

I’m gonna have to play nurse. She thought.

Pulling the thermometer out on the boys. Sam rang a temperature in the hundreds, but it was easily manageable.

“102, just rest up Sam, ‘kay?” she says.

Sam nods. “No problem, this sucks.” He groans.

“I’m making some soup and mashed potatoes. It’s cream of chicken and veggie soup. What’s best is you could also put some of the soup on the potatoes.” She suggests.

“Sounds good, my stomach has calmed down some, so I’ll try some.” He says.

“That’s good.” She says.

“How’s Dean?” he asked.

“His fever is nearing 104, he ate a few saltines before taking the fever reducer. He’ll try to throw up, but it just turns into dry heaves, I can tell they hurt. Whatever he got, it’s worse than what you have.” She says.

“If he gets worse?” he asks.

“He might need to go to the hospital then. For all I know it’s just the flu.” She says.

“The flu can get bad though.” Sam goes.

“In kids and the immunocompromised. And the elderly…And the uninsured…” she listed.

Sam chuckled. “It’s so sad how it’s preventable, but the government makes it a fucking hassle to just take care of your own health.” He says.

“And they die as the end result, because the meds they need or the care they need are too much for them, and they can’t get them. It’s wrong on so many levels. It’s like they’re bullies stealing our lunch money, they’re holding it out of reach and we’re too short to grab it.” she says.

“That’s what I was thinking of saying. But I’m not thinking straight.” He says.

“It’s the fever. Rest up Sammy. I’ll tell the caretaker we’re staying until you two are a little better. At least better enough for the road trip back to the cabin.” She suggests.

“I know I could, him I’m worried about.” Sam says. She nods, agreeing.

She was only able to get them the room for a couple of more hours before they had to move out. Sam was able to eat her soup and potatoes, Dean not so much. The smell of the food made him gag.

“I’m sorry sweetheart, I just made it look like your food smells awful, and it don’t. it smells amazing, my stomach is just in knots.” Dean whines, rolling on his side in his bed.

“It’s okay Dean, I know. I could tell you wanted to try but your stomach is making it rough. I’ll just pack it up in some topper wear and I’ll pack us up and drive us back.” She says.

“Um, no, you’re not driving my car.” Dean says, trying to get up. Only to dry heave while getting up, lurching forward, nothing coming up.

“Dean, you’re in no condition. Neither is Sam. I couldn’t get us to stay longer. You’re just going to have to deal with it.” she says. “I’ll help you out to the car when we’re ready.” She says.

The drive was smoother than it could have been. Dean passed out in the back seat; Sam curled up in his usual sleeping position when it came to sitting in the passenger seat.

She didn’t like driving older vehicles. They drove like boats, and this was worse, it was a truck. The year wasn’t that far off, but it was old enough. The four door truck had comfy, inviting seats that took Sam and Dean into dreamland in the instant they got comfortable.

She managed to get the cabin just fine, unpacking without jostling them awake. She got their beds ready with cleaner sheets, Sam was easy to wake up. He was eager to get into a bed. Dean was reluctant, already cozy and relaxed he was content with sleeping in the truck.

“Dean, you can’t stay in here. You’ll make your fever worse.” She says, nudging him awake more.

“Fine.” He mumbles, sitting up sluggishly. Shoulders slumped.

“Come on Dean, I’ll help you.” She says.

“I can walk myself.” He snaps. He’s grumpy.

She snapped her hand away from him, letting him walk himself. But kept to herself after that. But it didn’t really stop her from checking in on him.

Cleaning the cabin she put on her phone her music she’d sing to while doing such chores. Grew up on country music she listened to some old Keith Urban Music, from his albums Defy Gravity, Love, Pain and the Whole Crazy thing, and Be Here, she dusted singing along to Standin’ Right in Front of You.

“Y/N, please stop singing! I’m trying to sleep!” she heard Dean shout from his room.

Feeling guilty, she just hummed the song as she cleaned. She felt bad for a minute, the feeling sticking with her throughout her cleaning.

She cooked up more soup for the boys, cleaned, and once done she just jammed out on the couch with the TV on Spanish Soap Operas. Trying to shake the guilt feeling she had early, as it crept back up on her.

That night, after the boys ate and got situated for bed, one Winchester had something on his mind.

She was watching cable television, surfing here and there trying to get away from Spanish Soaps, but always finding her way back when finding nothing else on. She heard the floor creak behind her.

Her headphones were off, music off, just relaxing watching TV, she turned to see the older Winchester standing adjacent of the couch. Looking exhausted.

“You’re not coming to bed?” he asked. Voice still rough from being sick.

“I’m not tired. Besides, you need the bed. You’re still sick.” She says softly.

“You’ve been cleaning all day, taking care of me and Sam, you’ve got to be exhausted.” He says, something off about his tone.

“Dean, it’s fine. Just go back to bed, rest.” She says kindly.

He doesn’t say anything to that, but sits on the couch with her.

“Do you even like Spanish Soap Operas?” he asks, hiding a chuckle.

“I don’t like Soap Operas period.” She says. “But we got only cable TV, and it’s 2 in the morning. There’s nothing on.” She says.

“I’m sensing there’s more going on.” Dean goes.

“Dean, why are you up in the first place?” She asks. “You’re sick, you need to rest to get better.” She adds.

“Well see, there’s this girl. She’s more than a friend to me. I’ve been kind of a dick to her lately.” He says.

“Dean, it’s not your fault. I shouldn’t have babied you; I should have kept it down when I was cleaning. It’s fine.” She says.

“And I know how sensitive you are, and can be. You love to take care of those you love. I’m the same way.” He says. “I guess I was more mad at myself for getting sick, I was so fixated on finding Dick I even didn’t care how sick I got.” He adds.

“You got a drive in you it’s scary, but it’s fine Dean. You’re only human. You have limitations, we all do. But you got to recognize your physical limitations and give yourself a break, and then get back at it again when you’re better.” She says.

“Back at you sweetheart.” He goes.

“Huh?” she asks.

“You got to know your mental limitations too. I’ve noticed how quiet you’ve been getting since we got sick. Plus, in the past, I’ve seen it happen. Sam mentioned it to me, Bobby knew it. Depression. It’s no joke Y/N. You got to take care of yourself mentally too.” Dean says.

She locks up, her walls going on. And he sees her tense. “And it’s okay if you don’t want to talk about it. but you can’t bottle it up. You got to deal with it. But you don’t have to do it alone.” He adds.

She nods, fiddling with her fingers.

“What has that demon told you in your head lately?” he asks.

“I’m not doing good enough to care for you or Sam.” She says quietly. Voice beginning to crack. “Stop trying.” She adds.

“You know that’s bull shit right?” he asks. He can see her shake her head.

“You snapped at me, yelled at me to keep it down.” she says. “That’s when it started getting bad.” She adds.

“And now?” he asks.

“It’s saying he’s going to throw you out; he doesn’t want you or your issues. You’re too much for him.” She says. Her throat holding back a sob.

“I’d never do that to you. You’re more than my friend, you’re my girl. I know I haven’t been the best friend lately. But I’m here now. Yes I’m sick, but I want to be there for my girl.” He says. “I’ll kick this demons ass for you, just tell me what you need.” He adds.

“I’m about to have a panic attack, I can feel it come on, can you hold me through it?” she asks, her voice disappearing.

Not saying a word, he invites her in his arms, and the two cuddle on the couch as she cries her eyes out, shakes and trembles, and works to get her breathing under control.

After a while she fallen asleep in the Older Winchester’s arms, when a wooden creak can be heard in the living room.

“How is she holding up?” Sam asks, walking in.

“She’s asleep now, that was a bad attack from the looks of it.” Dean says.

“How are you feeling by the way?” Sam asks.

“Better, but still a little under the weather. You?” He says.

“A bit better. Just a sore throat now.” Sam answers.

“I say we take care of her tomorrow, even if she’s not sick, but she needs us.” Dean says.

“I agree with that.” Sam says. “You up to carrying her or?” He asks.

“Dude, I’m exhausted. And I really don’t want to move her. Just grab us a blanket and some pillows, we’ll crash here.” Dean says with a groan.

“Sure thing.” Sam says with a tired smile. Heading into Dean’s room, grabbing a few blankets, a couple of pillows and heads back to the couch covering them up, and handing Dean the pillows.

“Night Jerk.” Sam goes.

“Night Bitch.” Dean says.

Sun rose high that morning. Dean woke up with, feeling a warm spot on his chest. Seeing her still asleep, not moving from her spot.

Brushing a strand of hair back, his fingers grace over her forehead. His brows furrow when he feels how warm she feels.

She moans, waking up, causing a dry cough.

“Sounds like someone got sick.” Dean says.

“I feel sick too.” She says, her voice rough and scratchy.

“I finally get to return the favor, and take care of you for a change.” He says with a big grin, hugging her close making her giggle.

“I’m loving it so far.” She says hugging him back.

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coreastories · 5 years ago

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The Morning Before

Part 11 of Days and Nights of Forever

The morning before she let him go, for what could well have been forever.

Companion to the first part of The Thirteenth Rule

I love Episode 15. So much tenderness there, and so much heartbreak that it's my first time rewatching certain scenes when I finally decided to flesh out THIS outline.

This is for Patty @pateetsie, who sent me a bucket of joy, and wanted some fluff. There's fluff here. :)

I've been cussed out told that there is no fluff in this chapter at all AT ALL. 😅

It was raining. Soft rain. The kind that washed away sleet if any had come in the cold night, the kind that spring asserted against any last vestiges of winter. And she was warm, so very warm with Gon spooning her and breathing onto her hair under their shared blanket.

She wiped her eyes and swallowed the sniffling that had woken her up. He was here. There was no need for this.

Gon tightened his arms around her--gently, without disturbing her wound--and kissed her on her hairline. “I’m sorry,” he whispered.

She turned in his arms and she saw love and… something else in his eyes. She focused on love. Focused on how he looked like he wanted to kiss her. Focused on all the affection in that gaze. So she smiled at him and smiled wider when she saw that other thing recede from his eyes, even if just for now.

His eyes brightened even more when she stroked his arm, clad in the sleeves of hospital pajamas. “What happened to your clothes? You didn’t get stabbed too while I was asleep?”

“Your nurse happened. She gave me this to wear and took my clothes to the laundry. She felt sorry for me trying to fit into this bed in those clothes.”

“Oh yeah. That jacket certainly wasn’t for sleeping in.” She made a face. “Were they filthy?”

He grinned. “I don’t know. Probably. Frozen time and space also worked on my entire excretory system but I did go out of that place several times. Did I smell when you saw me in 2016? And last night? I’ve showered before getting back in here with you.”

She shook her head, laughing.

The rain continued in the background, falling a little harder, but still a soft, pleasant background as he kissed her.

Tae-Eul sighed into that kiss, loving the feel of his lips and tongue against hers and ignoring the tears that spilled from her eyes again. He had also kissed her last night, but she was already half asleep by then, exhausted from everything, her adrenaline and her brain shutting down the moment Gon was finally there beside her, promising he wouldn’t leave her.

So now she focused on that kiss. And nothing else. The sound of the rain helped.

He brushed his thumbs against her cheeks and eyes, and kissed her eyelids and forehead, his hand a warm, solid weight on her cheek and neck. She placed her hand over his, wrapping her fingers around his thumb.

He nodded.

“I’m sorry,” he said again.

She shook her head again. “Don’t mind me. I’m just glad you’re here. Don’t go.”

They both ignored what returned to his eyes.

She moved to get up and he nimbly jumped off the bed and rounded it to help her sit up without straining her middle.

She usually had to roll to her right side and then use her elbow and arm to lever herself up. But he made things simple, wrapping his arm around her and simply lifting her up.

She smiled up at him. “Thanks. Can you help me? My hair wash day was supposed to be yesterday. But I was busy.”

His expression said he wasn’t happy about that, but he grinned all the same. “Of course. I can help you wash everything.”

She slapped him on the arm and left him to laugh at his own dorkiness, pushing him aside to go to the bathroom.

Having him there helped. Instead of struggling over the sink and getting the front of her hospital gown wet anyway despite covering it with a towel, he held a wash basin under her chin so she didn’t have to bend over to wash her face.

They did the same thing when she brushed her teeth.

Then he used the already damp towel to cushion the rim of the sink. He helped her position her head on that towel cushion just so, and he washed her hair, digging his fingers into her scalp, his eyes warm and attentive. Watching for any discomfort. Watching, period. She held his gaze for the first minute, then closed her eyes because the sight of him just...filled her so much and made her spill over with tears. It was ridiculous.

But was it only yesterday that she didn’t know if she was ever going to see him again?

Only yesterday when she felt both sad and relieved that she wasn’t--

She took a deep breath. She wasn’t going to dwell on any of that today.

They had today and she hoped it was going to be a long day.

She opened her eyes and he was still looking at her, now with one hand guiding the handheld shower over her hair and the other on her forehead so the water from her rinse wouldn’t run down her face.

“You’re really good at this. You can go professional.”

“No one would hire me. Everyone else would lose their tips because the customers would flock to me.”

They both laughed. She loved seeing him laugh. She had missed that laugh so much.

He wrapped her hair in the towel, tucking everything carefully so she wouldn’t drip, and then helped her get up again. Once she was on her feet, he wrapped his arms around her shoulders and tucked her against him.

Her arms were already around his waist, her hands stroking his back. She loved how warm he felt under the thick cotton pajamas. Loved the solid feel of him enclosing her. Loved the weight of his head as he pressed his cheek against the towel securely knotted around her hair.

Loved that he was there for her to hold.

They stayed like that, just holding each other, until they heard someone enter her hospital room outside the en suite. He took her hand and they went out together. The nurse paused on her way out the door. She looked at them and smiled.

“I left your clothes there for you,” she said to Gon, then turned to Tae-Eul. “They’ll send breakfast in a bit. I’ll make sure it’s enough for two. Then I’ll come back with your IV and check on your wound.”

She just smiled again when they both bowed to thank her.

Tae-Eul looked at Gon. “What did you tell her? Why does she love us so much? She wasn’t happy with me last night.”

He raised his eyebrows and smiled in that half-smug, half-self-deprecating way only he could pull off. “Maybe we just look good and romantic?”

“Romantic is not the word in my head right now, but it rhymes.”

Breakfast was quick. She just wanted to start the day. Maybe they could sneak out now that the rain had stopped and the sun was out. She was already done with her bowl of dakjuk before it occurred to her that she could have made Gon feed her. Ridiculous thought. But maybe later.

The nurse came back and scolded Tae-Eul for removing her IV while she redid it all. Tae-Eul didn’t flinch, but Gon did. When the nurse left, Tae-Eul said, “You’re not scared of needles, are you?”

“Of course not. But this is the second time I’m seeing you with an IV. That’s two times too many.”

“I’ll take an IV over a cast any day.”

He rolled his eyes but only shook his head in wry amusement.

He changed back to his black pullover and trousers in the en suite and then they were back to staring at each other while he blow dried her hair.

She wanted to ask him what he was thinking of, but she already knew, so she took hold of his pullover between her fingers, and it was enough to quiet her rising panic.

“I bet you take longer getting your hair done.”

“Not really. It’s fast when you have the right tools and two people doing the work,” he said with a straight face. He laughed at the look on her face. “It’s really just mousse and gel, you know.”

“Why don’t you just slick it back like Jo Yeong does with his hair?”

“Too easy. And he’s been doing it since he got tired of his bowl cut. So I can’t exactly copy him.”

“He had a bowl cut?”

“Yeah. It looked ridiculous. You were so cute as a kid. I saw your pictures at your house, of course, but seeing you in person was different. You were probably so cute as a baby.”

“No, no, I wasn’t a pretty baby.” This wasn’t a subject she wanted, though she applauded herself for being able to say the word baby now. She was going to be fine. “Let’s go downstairs for my checkup so we can go outside.”

She was glad Gon didn’t have to be there when her bandage was changed. The wound was clean but still angry, and it was going to leave an inch of scarring despite the good stitching. She took her antibiotics and the nurse injected another dose of pain meds in her IV.

She wondered how long she could stay awake with those doses in her bloodstream, but she managed. Oh, she managed.

That morning was beautiful, even if she was warned against straining herself and had to be wheeled around, even if Gon was already steeling himself against that regret and unassailable decision she’d seen in his eyes, even with her barely hanging on to composure by touching him all she could.

He fed her bibimbap, and she fed him his bowl of instant ramyeon in return. When one noodle was too violent and broth splashed all over both their faces, they wiped each other’s cheeks and mouths with their hands, laughing hard enough for her wound to twinge and remind her it was still there.

He helped her wash up, and then he helped her lie down because it was probably so obvious that she was fighting sleep.

She curled up facing him in his seat, and she memorized everything about him, that ridiculously perfect hair, his beautiful eyes, that nose, that cheek that hid her favorite dimple, those lips she knew could turn her breathless and mindless and boneless.

And his hands, both clasped and completely enveloping her hand. Those big hands that could deftly handle chalk, shoot hoops, fix cars, knock men down with a single stroke from his sword or his crop, hands that commanded the manpasikjeok and yet were also trapped by the manpasikjeok.

She closed her eyes so she wouldn’t cry again. “You’ll probably leave when I sleep.”

“No.”

All right. She’d take that. She smiled. She wanted to say, “Don’t go.” But that was no longer right to say now, not when their morning was fast turning into evening. She would sleep, and then maybe when she woke up, she would have a better argument than simply telling him they should just… not save the world.

She opened her eyes to drink him in, one last time. “Saranghae.”

He stroked her hair and pressed his lips to hers for several long moments. “Nado.”

#CoreaNews #CoreaFiction #the king eternal monarch #the king: eternal monarch #TKEM fanfic

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joy1579 · 5 years ago

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RFA discovers MC is secretly a neko girl (mc hides that she has cat ears and a tail as well as some catlike tendencies)

so these things just keep getting longer and maybe I should change them to like legit-ly written scenarios but I’m lazy and this one was already formatted this way so, yeah sorry guys.

oh also I have a master list now. I try to update it every time I post something! Master list

Jumin

Elated. F***ing loves you. You give him opinions on all the cat related businesses.

- The first time he saw you he knew you were the one for him

- You were dressed so nicely in an ankle length skirt and sun hat

- Elizabeth the 3rd was curious about you from the start

- He had never seen her so interested in a stranger before

- As you stayed with him though he noticed some strange things

- He never saw you without some sort of head covering even though you didn’t seem to enjoy wearing them

- You also knew what Elizabeth the 3rd needed before she even mewed. As though you could tell what she wanted from the smallest flick of her tail

- One day he came home to you curled up on the floor near the window and part of him panicked

- He rushed to check on you but stopped short the second he saw you hat half off

- A tan cat ear twitched slightly in some unknown dream as your chest your rose slowly with your breath

- He cursed his ever so slightly shaking hand as he reached to stroke behind that cute ear

- He would never admit to the flutter in his heart as you mewled softly at his touch before stretching lazily

- You yawned and looked around as you woke slowly

- The second you saw him though you jumped back

- He saw you relax a bit once your eye’s met his

- But he motioned to the top of his head, a smirking just a bit and you lifted your hand to mirror his movment

- That’s when you felt your ears free and exposed. You start to panic all over again and in a second his arms are around you

- “MC it’s okay calm down” he says lowly

- “no no its, it’s not, Jumin you can’t say anything okay! Not to anyone! I don’t know what will happen if this gets out but, it won’t be good. you know that right? This is a secret.” You said shaking in his arms

- he squeezes you tighter and you feel his lips against the top of your head

- “your secret is safe with me. You are safe with me.” He whispers into your hair as though those words were all that mattered in the world.

- For you, they were.

- The next moment you were hugging him back and purring thankfully as you nuzzled into his chest “Thank you Jumin”

- The next time he came home you wore shorts and went hatless. You looked so much more comfortable since your ears and tail could move freely

- All his hugs include ear scratches that make you purr and close your eyes happily

- You squeeze your way into his lap when you want attention and he doesn’t think he’s ever been happier.

Yoosung

shook. Legit worried because do you need a vet or a doctor. Doubles down on his studies just in case.

- You tell him after the RFA party You knew, KNEW he was the one so you had to tell him.

- As the rest of the RFA is cleaning up you offer to drive Yoosung back to the hospital

- At a stoplight on the way you tell him and show him your ears

- He passes out. You panic and floor it to the hospital

- They assure you he’s fine but you stay until he wakes up

- “MC I had the weirdest dream.” He tells you. You try not to laugh as he talks about how you had the cutest cat ears he had ever seen.

- You lift your hat up just enough for him to get a peak of one of your ears and wink at him

- His heart rate jumps and you start to think maybe you shouldn’t be teasing him when he’s in such fragile condition

- But the way he splutters and turns red is way too cute so you lean down to kiss his lips

- “this, this isn’t real.” He says “this is too good to be real” you laugh and assure him you’ll be here until he wakes up again.

- He holds your hand as the pain meds pull him into sleep while he mutters about what a funny dream this was.

- The next week is comprised of you teasing him with sneak glances of your ears or tail only when he’s sleep addled or just a little buzzed on pain meds

- You have to admit the constant praise of how cute, soft, and pretty your ears and tail are is, nice. Since most people never saw them it was nice to hear what he thought of them.

- Even if he was still convinced it was just his imagination

- Then he was sent home and you decided to REALLY tell him what was going on

- “is this cuz of all my dreams MC? I didn’t think you’d take it this far!” you sigh and take his hand to feel your ear twitch

- You have never seen him so red he’s gone beyond his normal panicked spluttering and into silence

- You’re actually starting to worry now because he’s been standing there silently doing his best impression of a goldfish for a while now

- “Yoosung?” you ask tail flicking anxiously

- “it’s real?” he manages as his fingers begin to slowly scratch at your ear

- You’re a little distracted by his scratching but you try to explain anyway

- “you can’t, um you can’t tell anyone though okay Yoosung.”

- “huh why” he asked looking at your ears in awe bringing another hand up absently to pet your hair

- But the petting was getting really distracting now and you had to stop the urge to purr though you couldn’t help your instinct to nuzzle your head into his hands

- “I don’t” you really were trying to focus here but people didn’t scratch your ears often since they were always hidden “people won’t” you lost your train of thought again as his fingers curled under your ear to stoke through your hair again

- You jerked away immediately glaring at him ready to scold him for distracting you

- But when you met his eyes you could practically see stars in his eye’s

- “MC did you just purr? Because I was petting you?” he asked looking happier than you’d ever seen anyone look in your life

- You shake your head before chuckling at him “you’re lucky I love you”

Saeyoung

so many questions. Tests what cat traits you have. Cat puns. Understands your secrecy.

- You had no medical history. That was weird.

- Home birth, home school, home job. home EVERYTHING.

- Your record was sparse to say the least. So he checked you out on the apartment CCTV

- Even your clothes seemed to hide you away. So of course he was curious

- He dug deeper, found your social media and while he enjoyed learning about your interest’s and he certainly enjoyed the memes you posted it didn’t give him anymore solid info to go off of.

- So he kept checking the CCTV to learn more and then he saw you in your pajamas he was embarrassed and started to look away. He may be a hacker but even he had limits. But then he saw them

- Cat ears and a tail how cute he didn’t know you liked cosplay you hadn’t mentioned it on social media

- But how did you make them move like that. he had to know so next time you two met in the chat he asked

- He’s confused and watching you scramble on the CCTV to cover your ears and tail

- you exited the chat right away and called seven

- “seven you can’t tell anyone. I swear this is really bad! You shouldn’t know about this. What the hell were you thinking spying on me like that.”

- He sobers up hearing your panic and anger

- After a moment of calming you down and promising he’ll straighten things out on the messenger he hangs up

- Then things happened and he was there. answered the door and locked eyes with him

- He hadn’t meant to ask but before he could stop himself the words had tumbled out of his mouth

- “Can I see your ears” and his face was red because he was supposed to have better self-control he knew this was a sensitive topic for you

- But you nodded and once the door was shut you slipped you hat from you head

- Saeyoung’s hand was immediately reaching out but he stopped short at the sight of your clenched shut eyes as though you were ready to be hit.

- He could recognize that face anywhere, braced and ready to take whatever blow was coming

- “sorry I should have asked may I touch them”

- You nodded sharply still tense but he saw you unclench your jaw and flex your finger out of there tight fist

- His fingers gently skimmed across you left ear and moved behind it to scratch there the way he knew cats enjoyed and you purred before you could stop yourself

- Your hands shot up to cover your mouth and your face burned

- Saeyoungs eyes where wide and you could see his blush clear as day

- Then his arms where around you and you were pulled tight against his chest

- After that he made it his mission to see just how catlike you were

- He tried lasers, no effect unless you were really drunk Cat nip, you liked the scent but no more than anyone else might like the smell of flowers. He was too afraid to test the whole cats land on their feet thing but just judging by you balance he assumed you could probably do that.

- When you felt down he called you kitty cutie and pet your head. He loved you.

Zen

wants to make it work. Lays off dissing Elizabeth. Really doesn’t want to tell Jumin why though.

- You tried not to fall for him, tried to push him away

- He was allergic to cats, he was allergic to you

- The first time you went to meet him you took precautions

- You showered twice as long, brushed your hair ears and tail extra so you wouldn’t lose a single strand

- You tied your hair in a tight band and hid it in your hat with your ears you even tucked you tail away in the shorts you wore under your long skirt

- But he was still sneezing like crazy

- You felt awful, and you were sure this relationship would never work.

- So you told him

- You tried not to cry, you didn’t want to make it harder on him, and you tended to sound like a mewling kitten

- Then you saw the hurt in his eyes and he wanted a reason and he was holding your hand and you could hear the hurt in his voice

- And you were crying. The second you started you knew the jig was up his eyes where wide now and he was pulling your free hand away from your face

- “MC how did you make that sound?”

- You shook your head and removed you hat to show him

- “are those? Are those real?” your ears folded downwards mournfully in response giving him his answer even as you nodded “and this is why we can’t see each other?”

- “I tried to make it easier! I brushed my ears and, and” you took a shuddering halting breath “I tried so hard”

- He took a deep breath and pulled you into his arms “we can figure something out”

- “I can’t do that to you your miserable look even your face is swelling!” you cried

- The next time you saw him at the RFA party you kept him at an arm’s length. You had taken all the precautions but you knew it wasn’t enough so you kept your distance

- Every time Zen approached you, you made an excuse to dart away

- Until he cornered you

- “don’t avoid me” he said sternly “if you don’t want to see me that fine but don’t avoid me because you think you’re not worth me sneezing”

- You were blinking back tears you would not cry again you told yourself

- “I don’t want to hurt you”

- “I’ll buy medicine, we’ll get air-filters, there’s even shots I could get. I love you. Allergies can’t change that”

- Slowly you two found what worked. He saw an allergy specialist once a month, you had filters in every room, you showered twice a day and brushed yourself morning and night.

- He even signed up for an experimental new treatment that was doing winders for him

- The first time you nuzzled your head into his neck and purred his name he knew he made the right decision

- No amount of pain in the world would make him give up that moment

- He still claimed not to be a cat person saying you were the only exception

- And you had to admit you were okay with that

Jaehee

confused but calm. Asks you how you keep fur off your clothes. Learns, slowly to be okay with the stray hair here and there.

- You tell her the day before the café opens

- She’s pretty sure this is a prank by seven but then you show her your ears (it’s easier than trying to free your tail from your long skirt without flashing her)

- She was quiet, then she stood and began to walk away. You honestly started to panic.

- She did hate watching Elizabeth after all you had thought it was only because of the extra work and cleaning

- But maybe she had some other reason for hating cats

- “Jaehee?” you called shakily “I, I’m sorry. I should have told you sooner but I thought, well I thought it wouldn’t be this big a deal. I know you like things neat and tidy and sometimes fur messes that up but I promise I can clean up after myself. I know all the secrets and I’ll take responsibility for the extra cleaning. I, I really like you.”

- By this you were fighting desperately not to cry

- Then she turned around with two cups of coffees

- “MC I’m not mad. I just need some time to figure this out” she said strolling over to set one of the cups in front of you

- “I suppose we won’t need hairnets for your ears since you keep them in your hat.”

- You smiled at her. You knew this was her way of accepting you.

- She took a sip of her coffee and you couldn’t help yourself. You reached across the small table and took her free hand in yours

- “well to be honest I’ve given it some thought and maybe I could learn to make latte art? they could be catpuccino’s” you joked and to your delight she chuckled

- “You’ve spent too much time with seven, but that is a good idea”

- As time goes by she becomes more and more comfortable with your cat characteristic.

- You won’t admit she finds your cat naps in the sun to be cute, but she’s got a folder on her phone dedicated to pictures of them

- She admires how carful you are with Zens allergies and is thankful you’re so understanding.

- You hum while you make the cat latte art and she thinks it’s cute that you sound like a cat when you do (she thinks it also might boost sales but that’s just a guess)

- She secretly revels in the fact that as much as Jumin loves cats you chose her and sided with her in the messenger

- She asks if you can talk to cats. You think it’s because she has a few choice words to share with Elizabeth the 3rd

- You explain that while you can understand cats more than most people it’s not like talking to people it’s more like reading body language and tone

- She shakes her head and mumbles “yeah that makes sense, it’s just a cat after all”

- You give Elizabeth a bit of the cold shoulder anyway

- As you two grow closer she starts to absently pet you while you watch Zen DVD’s

- When you start to purr she’s so surprised she misses her favorite scene

- She’s so flustered as she rewinds you can’t help but giggle and kiss her on the cheek

- Which absolutely does not help her calm down at all

#mystic messenger #mysme #mm #jumin #jumin han #yoosung #yoosung kim #saeyoung #saeyoung choi #zen #hyun ryu #jaehee #jaehee kang #msyme mc #msyme headcannon

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Undercover | Will Halstead (part 1)

Pairing: Will Halstead x Ruzek!reader

Word count: 1,174

Summary: Y/N is Adam Ruzek's sister but she is also very good at being undercover. Her aptitudes are very good for a cop, except she isn’t one. One night she chooses the wrong target and everything starts to go wrong.

Warnings: +16, kinda hot, robbery.

Part 2

The woman started walking to the bar. The stilettos resonated with every step she took. She took one look until she found a target. Bingo.

A tall man, he had a suit that looked expensive and was taking a long drink. She could smell the dollars from a distance. She came over and sat down on the bench next to him.

Her butt, tight in that little red dress, looked bigger than ever. She took advantage of that and sat down in the middle of the seat to make it look even more voluptuous.

“A martini, please" she muttered to the barman. She stretched out on the table to order and of course, he looked just where she wanted him to.

“I invite you" a male voice appeared. She turned around and looked at him from top to bottom. “And get one for me too.”

“Do you think you'll get my attention that easily?" she said in a British accent, making things more difficult. She knew what she was doing, it wasn't the first time. Men like him liked to play before they got to second base.

“Haven't you been watching me since you arrived?” The man raised an eyebrow, looking ironic. Y/N didn't like what she had heard. She had been looking at him longer than she should have, and of course, he noticed.

“Do you want the truth?" She said, in the sexiest voice he'd ever heard. She played with his long blond hair a little. “I had never been with a redheaded man before.”

He laughed. He put his tongue to his lips to soak them. She knew what he was doing. He was stalling because he didn't know what to say. Touché.

“Welcome to America, miss, the land of opportunity.”

The martinis came and both of them approached. Y/N was taking the bait, just like she wanted.

“And what's your story?” He asked, "Are you on vacation here?”

She took a little sip and nodded. “I'm here for work. I arrived just today.”

“And did you like what you saw so far?”

She looked him in the eyes and gave him a captivating look. “I like it very much, yes.”

It took a couple more drinks to make things more comfortable. The guy said they could go to his house. Y/N was a little sorry for him. The truth was she was liking him. Under different conditions, she would have liked to have done things right. When he parked the car, the girl took her time to inspect the place, before getting out. She was grateful there were no security cameras anywhere on the block. As soon as she crossed the threshold of his door, she knew she hadn't made a mistake.

He was a surgeon at Chicago Med. He probably had everything she had come for. The woman took off her coat as she watched him. He was putting the personal items he had taken out of his pockets on a small table by the door. Keys, cell phone, wallet. “Will you have a drink?”

She smiled at him. “Don't you think we've had enough to drink?” The young woman was on the sofa, her legs were crossed, one on top of the other. She wasn't stupid. She knew her dress had been lifted. And she knew that was all he was looking at.

“Yes, I think you're right. I'm sorry.” He pounced on her. She immediately felt the couch sink under her. The man's hands caressed her entire body over her dress as both mouths melted into a passionate kiss. They seemed to be struggling to breathe but neither wanted to break the bond anyway. She pulled the buttons on his shirt to pull it out. She was the one who took the initiative, of course. She took his belt with one hand and unbuckled it, while with the other she unzipped his pants.

“Hey, hey, wait” the doctor stepped back. He looked into her eyes in the darkness, illuminated only by a lamp “I don't even know your name.”

“I don't know yours either” she decided to take the lead in the situation and made him fall on the couch beside her. She ran both legs over his. She started kissing his neck.

“My name is Will” he said. “And yours?”

“You can call me Agatha Christie, Will.” He began to laugh at her comment and let himself be kissed by her. He unzipped her dress and gently stroked her back.

“Are you going to let me finish what I started or are you suddenly part of the CIA, Will?” He nodded, no longer paying much attention. He just let himself go. And so he kept doing it. “Yeah, I thought so” Y/N continued her work by starting to leave a path of kisses from his neckk, through his chest, his biceps, his stomach... all the way down. “Oh, wait” she stopped. “If we're gonna do this, we need protection.”

“Oh, yeah. I got one in-”

“Don't worry?” she said, smiling “I got it. I'll get my bag, I'll be right back.” She kissed him one last time and walked to her purse. It was small enough to carry everything she needed. That meant a gun and a syringe. Usually, she didn't use the gun (although she didn't hesitate if the time came) but she did use the syringe, without fail. She filled it, in the middle of the darkness, trying to do it quickly so as not to arouse suspicion.

Seven milligrams of midazolam. Perfect.

She hid the needle in her hand, drawing his attention as she approached so the man would not notice. “Did you find it?” He asked as she approached. “Of course I did.” She climbed onto his legs, once more, and pulled his hair. He groaned, making her feel things. Things she never felt when she was doing her business. But Y/N didn't have time to think about it now. She stuck the tip of the needle in the man's back and injected the liquid into him. She continued to kiss him for at least forty more seconds until she realized he was already asleep. She separated from him.

“I'm sorry, Will, you were really cute.” Y/N don't know about sentimental. She didn't have any time to waste. She went up and down the house looking for money. She found some cash, she was sure it wasn't much for him, but for her, every penny counted. She took one last look at him, grabbed her shoes and her wallet. She dressed presentably once more so she could get the hell out of there. Once she got to the door she took his wallet. She took all the credit cards he had. She felt something in his stomach as soon as she saw his ID photo. But it couldn't be guilt. Y/N L/N didn't feel guilt, ever.

“I’m really sorry," she whispered as she put away what she had found in her purse and bra, even though she knew he couldn't hear her.

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