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owliellder · 1 year ago

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The Finer Details

Post DI! Leon Kennedy x Painter fem! Reader

MDNI 18+

(Session 1, Session 2, Session 3, Session 4, Session 5, The Reveal)

Description: Leon realizes that retirement is in his best interest now that he's getting older. All of his accomplishments as an agent mean he's truly earned a painting to commemorate..

Warnings: Not Proofread, Age gap! (reader is anywhere between mid-late 20's and Leon is 40), Porn w/ Plot, Use of she/her pronouns, Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Alcoholism, mentions of trauma/PTSD/depression, P in V smut (wrap it NEOW), Leon cries during sex 💔

Tags: Older Leon Kennedy, Younger afab!Reader, Leon is SAD but he is your muse, Crying, mentions of Leon masturbating, starts off with Dom! Leon and Sub! Reader, falls into switch territory because that man needs some serious TLC, Praise kink, Hickeys, Handjob, Nipple play, Oral sex (m! and f! receiving), and a heavy dose of Aftercare

Author Note: I'm actually thinking I might be doing one chapter every other night, but I would also like to draw on my comically large art tablet at some point this week, so I might skip a day or two.

Cross posted onto AO3

Session 2: Color Matching

You partially regret just agreeing to "tomorrow", seeing as this man decided that he wanted to show up at 4am.

It was the original time set for yesterday's session, and you guess he felt bad for being late, but god damn he texted you an hour earlier telling you he'd be there by 4am. Dragging yourself out of the comfort of your bed was difficult, but in the end it was worth it to draw such a stunner.

You had to get there before Leon did, so there you were; half awake, dressed in a pair of fuzzy pants and a loose t-shirt, and a small cup of tea in your right hand while the other fumbled with the keys to your little work room.

That was the greatest part about your job as a professional painter. You didn't have a dress code.

Though most days you did try to look your best, some days it was just easier to be comfortable. Besides, it's not like tons of people come and see you everyday, it was usually just one person at a time.

It was 3:47am by the time you'd gotten to your workspace and settled, sitting on one of the many floor pillows in the living area you put together away from the actual painting setup. The tea was warm, it was keeping you sleepy, but you couldn't stop taking small sips. It was in your hands, there wasn't much you could do to stop yourself.

You told Leon to just come on in when he arrived, not wanting to walk all the way back down just to lead him back up. The stiffness from sleep was still in parts of your body, so you knew it would be difficult to get up, even when he did finally stride through that door. He dressed nicely today, just what you needed him to do.

Wanting to relish in the dim yet warm lighting of your various lamps for as long as possible, you beckoned the man to come over and sit with you, which confused him slightly. He thought you would be ready to get started once he showed up, but he wasn't one to argue so early in the morning. Instead, he shrugged and slowly sauntered over to you, taking a seat on a floor pillow across from yours.

"Good morning." Leon grumbled quietly, his voice barely hiding the fact that he wasn't quite awake either. That rumble in his chest made your stomach flutter. "Good morning to you, too." You responded, closing your eyes for a moment to take another sip of your tea.

"When uh-" He cleared his throat, putting a fist up to his mouth as he did so. "When are we gonna get started?"

You furrowed your eyebrows, moving the cup away from your lips to stare at him. "I wasn't expecting to be up so early, so just give me a few more minutes to wake up and then we can turn my main lights on."

Leon sucked on his teeth as he thought, turning his head to look over out one of the windows as he rested his wrists on his knees. "Oh, yeah, sorry. Just wanted to make up for being late yesterday."

You laughed softly before letting out a quiet sigh, setting your tea down on the low coffee table sitting behind you.

"Don't worry about it, but also don't make me get up so early again, old man." You attempted to joke, immediately noticing the wince on his face at the nickname. To divert, you stood up and stretched, patting his shoulder as you walked by him. "Alright, let me pull my stuff out and then we can get started."

Leon followed you with his head, taking a few seconds before standing up himself, pressing his hands onto his knees to help get up from the floor pillow.

"I'm just going to be color matching your tones today. I won't do all of it since obviously lighting changes throughout the day, buuuut..." You trailed off, beginning to rummage through a drawer in one of your desks before pulling out handfuls of paint tubes. "I just need to pull out the basic colors I'll be using."

It was still pretty dim in the room which caused you to have to squint to see the names of the colors on the tubes. Leon found that partially amusing, his chuckle causing you to glare playfully over at him. "Something funny?"

"As funny as it is to watch you go cross-eyed looking at those," he smiled, gesturing with his thumb to the light switches near the door. "I feel like it'd be easier to just turn the lights on."

"My retinas will be fried if those get turned on-" You were cut off by your own shout when Leon took the liberty of turning the lights on himself, laughing as you quickly moved to cover your eyes.

He only had to squint for a second before his eyes adjusted. You, however, were not expecting the sudden change, so you got an eyeful of bright white light. Complete and utter agony that lasted for a full five seconds.

By the time you moved your hands away from your eyes, they were watering and you had to squint for awhile longer. "Give me a warning next time you decide you want to try and murder me like that." You said, wiping away the few stray tears you'd produced from the light sensitivity. "You might live in the light, but I don't!"

The man shook his head and crossed his arms, smile still plastered to his face as he slowly made his way over to the chair in front of your easel. "That's payback for calling me an old man."

You twisted your head around to the chair so you could give him an indignant look, catching a glance as he was putting his hands up in defense with a small "what?" before you turned to look down at the tubes of paint sitting next to your hands on top of the desk.

"Nothing, just wasn't expecting to work with a toddler, that's all.." You mumbled, smile creeping onto your face as you heard him click his tongue from behind you. "I was an old man not five minutes ago and now I'm a toddler?" Leon asked, voice peaking dramatically.

"Yes, you have quite the range, Mr. Kennedy." You began sifting through the various paints you'd pulled out, humming softly as you contemplated what route you wanted to take with them. Stick to primaries? Add secondaries? Should I just use every color I need? Hmmm..

Leon watched as you stared at the paint tubes you'd picked up, tilting his head to the side slightly to try and get a better look. He snapped his head back upright when you started to speak again. "I'm trying to decide whether or not to use a lot of different colors, or just stick to a minimum.."

It was almost as if you knew what he was wondering. "Uhh... what's the difference...?" The man questioned, raising an eyebrow as you turned around, seemingly having made your decision already.

"Using just the main 6 colors-" You turned around and were faced with his very confused stare, causing you to explain a little better. "The main colors you see in a rainbow."

He breathed out a quiet "ahh" at that. Okay, good. He knows his basics. Cute...

"I can mix just red, blue, and yellow at varying degrees to get any color I need. Adding green, purple, and orange will help even more." You pursed your lips, lightly tossing the paint tubes in your hands before setting them down away from the other tubes. "I need white also. Damn.."

"What's wrong with white?" Leon asked, leaning forward a bit to watch you dig in the drawer for a tube of white oil paint.

"Nothin'. Just forgot, is all. Trying to keep this as authentic as possible..." You mumble, quickly closing the drawer with a slam after pulling out the paint you were looking for.

Silently nodding his head in acknowledgment, Leon turned his focus to his surroundings again, admiring your choice in decor once more. He bought a nice decorative pillow for his couch yesterday after being here the first time.

You grabbed a few strips of thick white paper, running your thumb along its textured surface before setting them down. You told him to stay where he was as you set up a small art palette, little dollops of the paints sitting neatly in the circular grooves.

"I'm gonna make color swatches of your skin for myself." You spoke up as you suddenly turned and walked towards him, holding the palette in your left hand while holding the strips of paper and a small yet flat paintbrush in the right. "Also, I'll need to get a picture of you in the position you want, but I'll do that after all of-" you waved everything you're currently holding in a small circle. "-this."

Leon simply responded with an "oh, okay", his knee beginning to bounce as you quickly began to mix little bits of your paint together to get a simple pale skin tone down before you even attempted to match his.

As you worked, you were starting to grow nervous with the silence, and clearly the man in front of you was as well, given he had started to sweat slightly on his forehead. He wasn't nearly as conversational as the last two agents you painted.

"So.. you've earned yourself a portrait..." You smiled slightly, holding up the strip of paper you'd brushed your mixed paint on to see what colors to mix in next. "What'd you do to earn one?"

Leon hummed. It was hard to think about every mission he's gone on, all the horrors he bore witness to, the people he saved, the people he couldn't save, how it all started, and now the fact that he's done-

"Hey, woah, I'm sorry." The sound of your voice drew him away from his thoughts. "I didn't know that would be a.. sore subject for you." He blinked at you a few times, furrowing his eyebrows soon after. "What?"

You pulled the strip of paper away from his face, pulling your lips tight with a shrug of your shoulders at his response. "You suddenly looked mad. Like... really really mad. I thought you were gonna snap at me or-"

"No. It's just bittersweet, is all." Leon cut you off, waving his hand dismissively at you before nodding once down to the paint palette in your hand. "You can keep going."

You stayed frozen in your crouched position for a few seconds longer before continuing to swatch your paint. You kept silent, not wanting to seem like you were antagonizing him.

"I used to be just a cop." The man suddenly said, causing you to look up from where you were mixing your paints together. "Only for a single day, but I was a cop. Simple as can be."

You nodded, beckoning him to continue with a small smile, which he did. "I'm sure you've heard about some of that already though, since you worked with Claire not too long ago."

His comment caused you to let out a small "ohh" in sudden recognition, nodding your head again. "Yeah, that's right! She mentioned you on that, okay.."

Leon continued to talk about all of his missions vaguely, still having to keep confidentiality in mind. You let him drone on, having gotten his skin tone matched in a few different areas now. You stopped to scribble on the papers with the paint swatches, making sure to label where each tone came from on his face and hands.

You took note of how he circled back to his single day as a cop and to certain missions. His mention of saving the president's daughter had you immediately smiling. That was a straight ticket to earning his own portrait in that hall of the White House, he could've done just that his entire life and he still would've been seeing you at some point.

You focused on mixing your paint for a little while before noticing he had grown quiet, looking up to see him staring out the window, a faint orange glow from the sun rising highlighting his features. And his tears.

Growing concerned once again, you set down the paintbrush on the palette so you could place a gentle hand on his shoulder. It seemed he didn't notice that, too lost in his head to notice anything at this point.

"Hey..." You asked with a soft voice, your eyebrows furrowing with worry. "We don't have to talk about it anymore, you know..."

Finally, Leon looked back at you, eyes widening once he realized how watery his eyes were. He turned his head away so you didn't watch him wipe the tears that had fallen down his cheeks and use his sleeve to dry his eyes. It wasn't like him to be so easily bothered by this stuff.

"I just need one more color swatch and then you can go, okay? We can save the photo for another day." You gave the man a weak smile, one he didn't reciprocate. You understood.

He looked like he wanted to say something, but you filled in for him. "Seriously, it's no trouble at all. If you need more time then you need more time." Standing up from your crouched position, you left your half-finished color match swatch with the finished ones before walking over to set everything down on the desk.

You didn't want to crowd the poor man. That was probably the last thing he needed. Despite having only painted for a select few, you've learned to just step away from these retired agents when things would go awry. It was akin to a war veteran suffering from PTSD; they did almost have the same experiences as far as you could tell.

"I'm sorry."

Leon finally managed to say to you, his hands anxiously rubbing up and down on the tops of his thighs. Must be a nervous tick.

You angled yourself so you could see him while your body still faced the desk, smiling at him while your hands worked to neatly stack the strips of paper before clipping them together with a paper clip.

"There's absolutely no reason for you to apologize." You kept your smile as you responded to Leon, looking back down at your hands to make sure everything was put together properly. "You forget I strictly work with agents like yourself. From all the vague tellings, I know that the job is tough on you guys; body and mind."

It was weird having someone outside of the agency talk to him about this kind of stuff. It was weird for him to be bringing it up in the first place. Or, at least he felt like it was.

"Still, I should know better than to do that." Leon sighed, rubbing his hand along the side of his face before stroking his chin, scratching at the stubble growing.

"Know better than to do what? Let yourself process everything you've been through?" You spoke in almost a whisper. If your tone was any louder, you fear you'd come off as accusatory.

"I get it. Really, I do." Leon groaned quietly at your words, causing you to click your tongue. You grabbed your swivel chair and scooted it over so you could sit in front of him, and when you did, you brought your legs up to sit criss-cross just like yesterday, only there wasn't a table separating the two of you. You looked solemn. He didn't like where this was going.

"The whole point of painting you a portrait is to honor you and your work as an agent, but it's not just about getting yourself painted." You leaned forward in your chair, elbows resting on your knees, all the while keeping your voice hushed and gentle. "Seeing the portrait once it's finished is going to be an incredibly emotional ordeal. It's a reminder that this is truly the end of an era for you, Mr. Kennedy..."

Your words were really starting to strike a chord for Leon. He hadn't given it much thought. He didn't want to give it any thought at all. All he thought was "I'm just going to get myself a nice fancy portrait and be done with it". He didn't even consider what the portrait of him would actually symbolize.

"Oh." Was all Leon could muster, letting his gaze fall into his lap where his hands now sat clasped together. If it weren't for the comfortable environment you had set up here, he probably would've bolted ages ago.

You let him think everything over for awhile, wanting to give him all the time in the world. Clearly he needed something, but he wasn't allowing himself any sort of leeway.

It took some courage building internally, but you decided to stand up, taking the one step closer to him before placing your hand on his shoulder once more. You squeezed it a bit, bringing his attention back to you as he lifted his head up.

You attempted to smile at him, moving your hand off his shoulder so you could hold your arms out slightly. This man needed a hug and you were more than willing to offer the leeway he wasn't granting himself.

Leon stood up rather quickly which surprised you, and startled you just a bit, before feeling his large arms tightly wrap around you. It was a little awkward since he had to bend a bit to hug you properly, but it worked out in his favor, and yours too, since he got a better opportunity to bury his face into the crook of your neck.

He sighed happily when he felt your arms slowly wrap around his chest, doing your best to squeeze him for that extra bit of comfort, even rubbing up and down on his back. It had been so long since he had a real hug. It felt good.

You let him hug you for as long as he needed, which was longer than expected, but definitely not unwelcome by any means. Though, his warm breath against your neck and the smell of his cologne was causing you to blush. That's really the last thing you needed him to see after being so vulnerable and open with you.

You felt him start to pull his head away, prompting you to pat his back gently as an end to the hug. Despite the fact that it was faint, it was clear to you that he was blushing when you were finally able to look up at him.

You wanted to remain calm for Leon, letting out your nervousness through a quiet cough. "I know we've only met up twice, but if you ever need a change in scenery, just know that my workspace here is always open to you. I'm always open to you, okay?"

Your words were making him feel weird. Something he hasn't felt in a long time was creeping up his chest. Your smell lingering on his coat wasn't helping, either.

"Yeah-.. yeah, okay." Leon huffed through his nose, reaching up to scratch at the stubble underneath his jawline as he averted his gaze to the floor.

The sun was fully up now, so you walked over to where the light switches were next to the door, flipping them off. All your other ambient lights could be turned off later. For now, you needed to focus on the man still standing in front of that maroon chair.

"You can stay if you feel you need to, but I just want you to relax." You said, looking over at him as you heard his footsteps slowly walk past you to the living space.

"I'll head out." Leon bent over and grabbed his motorcycle helmet from where he'd set it down on the rug near the floor pillows. He placed his on his head as he walked over to where you stood next to the door, not really wanting anyone to look at his tear-stricken and red face any longer.

Once he finished fiddling with his helmet, you reached out and took his hand in both of yours, patting the top of it softly. "Text me when you're ready to come back over."

You couldn't see Leon's face anymore since he'd put the visor down, but you could definitely see him nod his head. He opened the door and let himself out, touching the side of the doorframe as he rounded the sharp corner and walked down the stairs.

After closing the door behind him, you started walking around your workspace to turn off all the lamps and other ambient lighting, pausing to listen to the sound of his motorcycle start up and drive off.

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tojiluv · 8 months ago

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EYES DON'T LIE — choso kamo [chapter nine]

description: in which a girl unwittingly becomes involved with a handsome stranger in a club, oblivious to his true identity of being in a famous boyband… OR in which you and Choso must conceal your secret meetings from your friends and his bandmates, especially from his younger brother and your best friend, Yuji.

warnings: nsfw near the end. sexual tension. choso’s a flirt.

notes: last chapter for now as i will be taking a break for my exams for a week or two. i'll update again if i have time but please be patient and wait for the comeback lol.

You didn’t even attempt to get off at your stop; instead, you waited for the next one to come by before realizing you were heading to his and Yuji’s home with an anxious heart. Still clad in your work uniform, you made it up the steps with a boost of confidence, only to crumble at the sight of the front door.

Your heart pounded in your chest as you hesitated to ring the doorbell. You knew Yuji wasn’t home today; he had informed you over text that he was watching a late-night basketball game with Toge and Megumi.

You kept pacing, your purse swinging against your side with each agitated step, thoughts swirling in your head about how to approach this. What if he didn't want to see you? What if your theory about his confession was wrong? What if he rejected your attempts?

But before you could overthink it any further, you took a deep breath and rang the bell.

A few seconds passed, and you found yourself second-guessing your decision. “Fuck, this was a bad idea. I should go —”

Before you could even attempt to bolt, the door swung open, revealing Choso standing on the other side... shirtless, his expression a mix of surprise and confusion.

"Hey," He said, his voice soft and welcoming. "I wasn't expecting to see you. Uh, Yuji’s not home —"

You bit your lip nervously, unsure of how to begin, struggling to keep your eyes from wandering to his naked chest. "Uh, I know. I’m actually here to see you… can I come in?" You confessed, your voice barely above a whisper.

Choso’s eyes widened, clearly not expecting that, before nodding quickly to let you in. Stepping into the home, you felt your anxiety ease slightly as the atmosphere was always cozy and inviting. The comforting scent of incense filled the air, and the soft glow of the television in the living room added to the peaceful ambiance, always welcoming you.

"Take a seat. Uh, let me go grab a shirt," He murmured, realizing he wasn't dressed properly in front of a lady, before rushing back to his room.

You nodded and sat on the couch, wringing your hands together as you tried to gather your thoughts. A few seconds later, Choso came down the stairs, this time wearing a gray sweater. You felt a tiny bit disappointed, but his presence beside you was calming and reassuring for some odd reason.

He cleared his throat, his hands fidgeting slightly. “Do you want anything to eat or drink…?”

You shook your head, a small smile present on your lips from his offer. “I’m okay, thank you though.”

Choso nodded, his gaze flickering around the room for a bit before taking a seat on the couch beside you, his eyes back on you as he waited for your reason for showing up.

Shit, this is a bit awkward, you cried inwardly.

“I’m sorry for coming here unannounced. I didn’t have your number, and Yuji told me you would be home today… so yeah,” You rambled a bit, your voice trembling slightly from the nerves.

Choso looked at you, concern evident in his expression. “I understand. What's on your mind?”

You took a deep breath, steeling yourself for what you were about to reveal. “It’s about that interview… the one your group did yesterday,” You began, your words tumbling out in a rush. “I watched it last night. I didn’t really expect you guys to show up randomly on my TV.”

You let out an airy laugh, the nerves kicking in much harder as you rambled. However, Choso let out a small chuckle at your joke, helping to ease the tension.

You continued, “I don’t know if I’m overthinking it but… what you said about the future girls of your dreams,”

He listened quietly, his expression unreadable in your eyes.

“Was that about… me?” You felt somewhat embarrassed asking him this. “I—I mean like, uh, you know —“

Choso reached out and took your hand in his, his touch gentle and comforting. You slightly flinched at the familiar coldness of his hands enveloping yours, glancing down as you grappled with your true feelings for the man in front of you. Was it desire or something else?

“If that’s what you’re asking, then, yes, it was,” Choso confirmed, observing your face heat up at his direct tone.

I was right then… But why?

Seeking reassurance from his comforting touch, you gathered the confidence needed to be more direct. It was now or never.

“So, about that and never forgetting that moment… why did you say that on live television?” You didn’t quite grasp that part; why confess something so personal and than swiftly change the subject?

Choso rubbed his thumb against the back of your hand, his eyes flickering between yours with a palpable tension.

“I know you’d come that way,” He stated, his desire for you evident in his expression.

Your mouth parted, caught off guard by his response, especially his indication of wanting something more. Yet, deep down, you understood. The tension between you had been palpable, evident whenever your eyes met or during natural conversations like the one in the kitchen a few days prior. However, you couldn't comprehend how he could be okay with this, knowing that you were Yuji’s best friend.

Choso waited patiently for your response, sensing the conflict within you. He didn’t want to pressure you; instead, he simply wanted to express how he felt, true to the promise you both made not to hide anything.

He sighed. "I know this may be too much, especially given the circumstances we're under. I just thought you should know... but I understand the promise we made,"

“I don’t regret it.”

You tightened your grip around his hand, lifting your head to convey the depth of emotions stirred by his words. Choso looked puzzled, unsure of your intentions.

"The night of the party, you said you didn’t regret it even after knowing who I was… I feel the same way,” You confessed, glancing down at your intertwined hands.

“I just didn’t know if it was right to admit that too, especially knowing that I was keeping this secret from Yuji. But no matter how many times I try to push it away… I’ve been feeling different about what happened between us.”

You pushed past the boundary you both promised not to break, unable to retract the words you'd been struggling to admit. Quickly turning your head to focus on the television channel, you couldn't bring yourself to meet his intense gaze any longer, feeling shy after your confession.

But earlier, you had told yourself to move on from this, yet now you were doing the opposite.

Suddenly, two fingers gently pressed underneath your chin, tilting your head upward to meet his eyes once more. This time, you could see a hint of yearning in his gaze, causing your body to feel much warmer than before.

Choso tilted his head, studying your features intently as your lips parted, the minimal distance between you now barely existent. You caught the sly glance he made at your parted lips before he returned his focus to your eyes, thinking you wouldn’t notice.

"Tell me what you want," He voiced, his fingers still holding your face to ensure you wouldn’t look away from him again.

You gulped quietly, the sound of the television fading into the background as your beating heart became the only thing you could hear. The way he was speaking to you was causing you to fumble over what was right and wrong, and right now, what you both were instigating definitely went against what your mind was shouting.

Yet, despite the internal conflict, your body leaned further into his touch.

What do I truly desire?

“I—” Another glance was made towards the movement of licking your lips. You could feel the distance decreasing with each passing second as you spoke, your breathing erratic and your heart beating faster than you thought it could handle.

“I want you, Choso.”

His eyes darkened, humming with interest. "Do you?"

"Yes," You breathed out, the words barely audible in the tense air.

You could feel his breath against your lips, your mind blanking on what could happen if you just moved a bit closer. Your body was pushing for the lust and desire of what you craved, yet your mind stayed focused on the first task you wanted to handle.

"I just don't want to lose my friendship with Yuji," You admitted, ensuring that you both understood the potential consequences your actions could cause if you were caught.

"You won't," Choso stated firmly, squeezing your hand reassuringly with the other. "Your friendship with Yuji is strong, and it can withstand anything. And as for us... well, whatever happens, I'll be here to help."

You knew what this meant and quickly agreed to it inwardly, your body's needs overpowering your subconscious. Leaning closer to him, you placed a hand on his thigh as you both stared at each other with the same craving.

"Then tell me, what do you want?" You asked sensually, your eyes heavy-lidded as you raised a hand higher to place it against his chest, just like the first time.

The priorities of Yuji and the promises made earlier were no longer a concern for either of you. Instead, you both focused on the matter at hand, anticipation causing your thighs to press together.

Choso's eyes narrowed, his skin flaring up from the way you stared at him with such need through your seductive eyes, your body flush against his. Unable to resist any longer, he gave in to your temptations.

“I wanted you the moment I laid eyes on you again, pretty girl.”

Your body burning from his lewd words, morals thrown out the door, you leaned up higher and smashed your lips against his. All signs and chances of pushing him away faded from your mind as you focused on the feeling of his wet lips molded against your own.

The kiss poured out the bottled-up passion and thirst you both held in since you laid eyes upon one another weeks ago, each longing to recreate those moments of ecstasy you experienced. His lips hungrily kissed yours, his hands lowering to grip your waist with tension before pushing you to sit on his lap. You could already feel his excitement growing underneath your uniform skirt, your underwear pressed against his bulge as the clothes were the only thing blocking any further contact.

Kissing each other deeply, you both parted to catch your breath, heavy breathing mixing between the two of you for a few seconds. Then, he moved again to kiss you even harder than before, not allowing the chance for second thoughts on the decision you both made to linger.

You retracted your earlier words, succumbing to the allure of his burning touch. You never wanted this feeling to end, despite the secrecy of it all, as you found yourself once again engaging in a forbidden affair with your best friend's brother. Unlike the first time, you didn't have an excuse for this encounter.

As his hands slid underneath your shirt to reveal your bra, the front door opened loudly, and a voice rang throughout the house, causing both of you to immediately part lips. Eyes widened and hearts dropped as you recognized who it was.

"Big bro, I’m home!" came the familiar voice, shattering the intimate moment and filling the room with unease.

Yuji was home.

⇽ chapter eight | chapter ten ⇾

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lazydoodlesandfanfic · 7 months ago

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Surprise Visit Pt 2 (Thor X Son!Reader)

Characters: Thor Odinson X Son!Reader

Universe: Marvel, Avengers

Warnings: None

Pt 1

Request: Hi, I'm just finish Poco's udon world, and right of the batch I thought what if Poco is Thor's son, Poco has some of his feature too and I remember your fic Surprise Visit. Can you please do a Part 2 of it?🥺 reader is like Thor but he quite shy and always bring with books that his mother read before bed they bonding by activities together Thor bring him to Asgard to meet his grandparents Loki read them books, tell them stories, show and teach them magic (Harry Potter) with Freyaa and all fluff❤

The first few days after finally meeting your dad had been awkward to say the least. You were spending almost every waking moment either with him, or your uncle. You had expected that Loki would be a lot more awkward with you- or straight up wouldn’t like you from the get go, but it ended up being kind of the opposite. Thor had been a bit too eager from the get go to play the fatherly role, and you found it unnerving, and when Thor realised that (with help from Clint and Steve pointing it out for him) he backed up and started to just try and get to know you, your interests, your dislikes, and take things a little slower. Loki, on the other hand, was nowhere near as pushy, gave you space, and didn’t force conversation on to you. Eventually though, you ended up finding something to bond with Loki over; Books.

You had been interested in the books he read, even if you couldn’t read the language, and worked up the courage to ask him about it, and after an explanation, he asked what kind of books you liked, and it was a start of an actual long and meaningful conversation. Loki took that, and hinted that Thor should look into those books. The next day, Thor showed up to your room with a pile of books in his arms and a grin on his face.

Things since then had got a lot better between you and your dad. Instead of forcing it, or acting the part for the sake of it, Thor had naturally fallen into the father role that made it a comfortable change for you. Thor had little interest in books, but you had the ritual with him now of him buying a book for you, you read it, and after every chapter, you give him a rundown of what happened in detail, and you’d discuss it. You’d opened up a bit with him over the weeks, about what your life was like growing up with mum, holidays, key memories for you, and the rituals you two had- including reading books before bed together, which was where your love for books came from. Thor soon got you some of the books you mentioned, so you could do it with him. You got into a nice rhythm of living with and being around your dad and uncle, to the point where you were expecting it when an advancement was suggested.

“How do you feel about going to Asgard with Loki and I, tomorrow?” Thor asked, as you were tidying up after another late night discussion about a book you had been reading- this one actually a recommendation from your Uncle Loki. You stopped what you were doing, and looked over at Thor, who waited patiently.

“Uh… sure. Okay.” You agreed hesitantly, and immediately his face lit up. You had long guessed this conversation would happen, so you had time to prepare for it, though you knew that was actually impossible. What could prepare you for going to the land of gods- where you know you didn’t belong, even if Thor was your father? “Do… Do they know about me?” You asked cautiously.

“Of course!” He immediately answered. “As soon as I returned to Agard after we met, I told mother and father about you, and my friends! I wanted to tell the entire kingdom, but mother- your grandmother, insisted we wait till you met them all first before telling the rest of Asgard. Freya, your grandmother, is the most eager to meet you.” He gushed to you. You’d heard a lot about your grandparents through both Thor and Loki. Admittedly, Thor was the only one who talked about Odin, and while Loki didn’t talk much about them, when he did, it was always about Freya, about how she was also a bit of a bookworm, and how she taught him magic.

You got up early the next morning, mostly due to struggling to sleep from the anticipation, and you didn’t have to wait for either your dad or uncle to be ready either, though you couldn’t tell if it was due to excitement or nerves, or maybe they were both feeling those things- your dad the excitement, and Loki the nerves. It didn’t help that your dad was a raving optimist, and your uncle was a pessimist, so you couldn’t tell who was feeling the right way, so you just adopted a bit of each of their emotions. Cautiously excited.

You honestly wasn’t sure what to expect when you actually got there, or even the process of getting there in the first place, but as soon as you left the Bifrost, you were in awe. Sure, they had told you all about Asguard- the rainbow path that led to it, the great kingdom, the beauty of it all, but none of that was in comparison to what you were actually seeing. You remained in stunned silence the entire walk up the bridge, actually entering into Asguard, past the several hundred people who came to welcome them back and ask about you, up until your father actually called for you, after seeing you distracted by something else further away. You turned, seeing several people stood with your father and uncle, looking at you smiling. “Y/N, these are my friends, Fandrall, Hogun, Volstagg, and Sif.” Your father introduced you.

“So this is the little prince?” Sif questioned with a smile.

“Little? Thor, you said he was a boy! Give it a few years and he’ll be ready to be king!” Volstagg laughed, though the mention of such a role made you look at Loki quickly, and then your dad.

“He is a boy! The very idea of being king is still a long way away- you make it sound like he’ll outlive me.” Thor defended.

“Speaking of Kings.” Loki spoke up, placing hand on Thor’s shoulder.

“Right! Haven’t had the chance to introduce him to the rest of his family. We’ll pick this up later, promise.” Thor told them motioning you over, and guiding you deeper into the kingdom, down several expansive corridors, before you turned a corner, and spotted a group of women talking in the hallway ahead, and your father and uncle stopped. “Loki, stay here with Y/N.” Thor requested, before going towards the group, and you looked up at Loki confused, who patted you on the shoulder. You watched as your father approached the group, made some small talk, before all the women except one left down another hallway, and Thor stepped to the side, motioning the woman towards you and Loki, and you realised who she must be. Freya. Your grandmother.

As soon as she saw you properly, she smiled warmly, hands clasped and pressed against her chest with excitement, and any fear you had- fear of not being liked, or not meeting their standards, of being a disappointment, being looked down on for being half human- it all faded. You could feel the love and acceptance radiating off the woman as she reached out her hands, and took your own. “Y/N, words cannot describe the absolute joy I feel to finally be in your presence finally after all of Thor’s descriptions.” Freya told you, gently squeezing your hands, and you couldn’t help but smile too.

“I’ve heard so many wonderful things about you too from dad and uncle Loki.” You told her, and her smile grew, before she pulled you closer and wrapped an arm around you.

“Thor- Loki, go tell your father that you’re here with Y/N- I’ll give Y/N a tour of the palace- we’ll be in the library when you’re done. We have a lot to talk about.” Freya decided, already walking away with you, and you didn’t fight it, leaving with her.

Thor and Loki did as ordered, finding their father, letting them know they’d also brought you, and after a bit of back and forth questioning where exactly you were, and Loki explaining their mother had already stolen you away herself, and Odin simply sighed, and got up to follow his sons to head to the Library.

By the time they met back up with you and Freya, you and her were already getting along like a house on fire- she’d asked about your mother, her health, your childhood, her own expieriences that related when raising Thor and Loki, and when she heard about your little tradition with Thor with books, she picked out a book for you to take home to read, and to keep. You felt comfortable enough with her to ask about Loki and Odin’s relationship, the comment Thor’s friends made about being King one day and how you weren’t big on the idea, and also how according to how your dad and Loki talked about Odin, you were much more worried about meeting him than her. Freya had answers your questions, reassured you of your worries, and promised Odin would be on his best behaviour, and she helped your first meeting with Odin a lot from the get go.

As soon as Freya saw her husband, she stood first, smiling. “Odin, thank you for joining us. I was just about to ask Y/N if they’d like a private family dinner. What do you think?” Freya asked him, wrapping an arm around you again, and you smiled nervously at your grandfather, who was a lot more intimidating than you had anticipated. Odin didn’t talk at first, stepping a little closer, and you panicked internally, not knowing what to do, if you were supposed to do something- but Freya had kept her arm around you, gently rubbing your arm in reassurance.

“That can certainly be arranged. It’ll let us get to know our grandson. Thor, will you come with me to make the arrangements?” He asked, of his oldest, who nodded. “See you at dinner, Y/N.” He told you, before making his leave, Thor smiling at you, before following after him.

“In the meantime.” Freya spoke up once the two were quite a distance away. “Y/N, want to learn some magic?” She asked.

“Mother, I don’t know about that…” Loki fussed.

“Just beginning spells, nothing serious… we’ll save that for later. Maybe you could mentor Y/N as well when back on Midgard.” She suggested, and you realised that maybe, just maybe… Loki got some of his mischief from his mother.

“Am I able to do magic? Since I’m half human?” You questioned.

“I believe so, it’s worth a try. You coming Loki?” Freya questioned her son, who simply sighed, and followed after, deciding to be apart of his mother’s antics, knowing that Thor might lose his mind when he finds out about this.

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FAKE BOYFRIEND; Shoto Todoroki

CHAPTER 8: PARTNER, YOU’RE ADORABLE

Genre: Romance, fluff

Warnings: none

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“Good morning!” was what greeted you once you entered the classroom.

When you stepped foot into the lively classroom, you felt like someone was watching you. It was Todoroki, he was eyeing you but you ignored it as you replied to Mina, who greeted you.

You smiled at her and she returned the gesture. You strolled past her and sat on your seat, making yourself comfortable.

You felt someone touch your shoulders blade, to which you looked back, being met with heterochromatic eyes.

“Good morning.”

Your lips parted slightly, not quite expecting the greeting to come from him. Once you got to your senses, you smiled sweetly and greeted him back.

“Good morning!”

Certainly, it was a good morning for you.

After a few minutes had passed, Aizawa-sensei came into the classroom to take attendance.

“For today’s task, I will be grouping you up into pairs and the two of you must photograph scenarios that are pleasing to the eyes. Deadline will be by next week. Be as creative as you can with your output.” Aizawa-sensei explained, looking at us lazily.

“How will we be paired up, sensei?” Iida asked.

“Well… just be paired with the person sitting behind you.” He replied, to which you automatically turned behind even though you already knew who was sitting behind you.

Todoroki stared back at you which made you awkwardly smile at him as you faced forward.

“If there are no more questions to be entertained, then I’ll be going now.”

Since no one asked anymore questions, Aizawa-sensei left the classroom. Just like the speed of light, everyone started talking to their partners. You, included.

You faced Todoroki, who was writing down notes in his notebook. You coughed purposely to get his attention, to which you succeeded as he looked up at you.

“So… I guess you’re my partner now?” You asked, and he looked at you, lost.

“Aren’t we already?” Your brows furrowed in confusion at what he said.

“What do you mean? Aizawa-sensei just announced the pairings not long ago.”

He looked enlightened at what you said, apologising. “Ah, my bad. Sorry, I thought you meant partners as in lovers.”

You bit your bottom lip, trying to contain your smile but failed. You let out a small chuckle at what he confessed. He looked puzzled at your reaction, titling his head slightly to the side.

“Sorry, did I offend you?” He asked, concern written all over his face.

“No, not at all, Todoroki! In fact, I found you adorable. It’s fine, I swear!” You waved your hands profusely to show that you were not offended at all.

“Ah, is that so? Then, that’s good to know…” He replied.

The topic changed and the two of you started to discuss what you’ll do for the task.

“When are you free?” He asked.

“I’m free anytime. How about you?” You hummed, resting your palm on your chin.

“Hmm… does Friday sound good to you?”

“That’s fine with me. Friday it is, then?”

“Friday it is,” He nodded. “By the way… can I ask you a question?”

“Hmm?”

“What did you mean when you said you found me adorable?” He asked, curiosity in his eyes.

You almost choked on air, not expecting him to ask that. “Oh, uh… Your reaction was adorable…”

You decided to say the truth— well, half the truth, that is. Technically you weren’t lying, it was true. You found his reaction to be cute, but he himself was adorable, too.

He nodded to himself at what you said. “Oh, is that so?” You nodded, and he continued. “Then, can I say something?”

You gestured for him to go on, which he did.

“I find you adorable. Very, very much, too.”

Your eyes widened at what he said, stunned.

Before you could react or reply, the teacher entered the classroom, leaving you a blushing mess as your back faced him.

If you had paid more attention to his facial expressions, you would’ve noticed the way his lips curled upwards a bit.

(A/N) Hello!! It’s been a while, hasn’t it? I just wanted to say that i’m very sorry for not updating for a long time. My mental health hasn’t been the best, and i had no motivation to do anything. I apologise. I’ve gotten way better, so i’ll make sure to finish this series! —Mai

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the-oblivious-writer · 1 year ago

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Pretty Girl |3|

Tara Carpenter x Fem!Reader

Chapter Three: Unspoken Words

Summary: You and Tara have been avoiding each other for a while now until you decide enough is enough

Warning(s): Swearing, R can be just as confusing as Tara sometimes and oh so stupid & avoiding confrontation

Notes: Chad's the best wingman out there and that's canon, I hope this doesn't feel rushed. Past few days have been a bit busy but I'm glad I was able to get this out for you all! This series isn't over just yet

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It. Had. Been. Fucking. Weeks. You and Tara were still not talking. Geez you two were so stubborn. It was frustrating. At least it was for her friends. Tara would talk about you constantly which would make it even more frustrating for the people around her.

Buying a drink? Y/N would like that

Watching a movie? Y/N loves this part

They needed you two to talk or else it was going to be the death of them. You were still not sure how to approach the whole thing. You definitely didn’t want to be the first to give in but you also couldn’t stand the distance. You missed her but no way could you admit that.

Either she was going to give in or neither of you would ever talk again it seems. That was until you found yourself knocking on the younger Carpenter’s window.

Tara hadn’t gotten a message from you in weeks so you best believe when she saw your contact name appear on her phone she scrambled to get it.

‘open your window’

Tara furrowed her eyebrows before turning to her window and seeing you outside. You gave a slight wave and gestured for her to open the window. She took out her headphones and did as asked. When you climbed in she stared you down. It was confusing, part of her knew exactly what to say and the other didn’t.

“What are you doing here?” Was all she managed to get out. This caused you to let out a frustrated huff. She was acting as if you weren't totally ignoring each other for weeks!

“Just popping by. Was in the neighborhood so why not, right? Oh and while I’m here just wondering..what the actual fuck, Carpenter?” You catch Tara off guard, she definitely wasn’t expecting that.

“Excuse me?” You let out a laugh to her response before replying, you couldn’t believe her right now.

“You heard me. How about we start off with that blow up from three weeks ago. What was that? Cause I’d really like to know” You cross your arms waiting for a response from the shorter girl.

She fiddled with her hands while trying to find her words. “I’m- sorry” Tara irritatedly sighed, being the first to give in. Her gaze met the floor so she didn’t see your amused smile. Tara took a seat on her bed and crossed her legs, still avoiding your stare.

“Still doesn’t answer my question but I’ll take it. And uh I guess I’m sorry too” You take a seat next to Tara, your hand lands in a spot that’s less than an inch away from hers.

“You weren’t the only one being a stubborn ass. The phone works both ways” She gives a small smile and finally looks up at you.

“How about a truce?” You propose. “A truce?” Tara repeats.

“Correct, a truce. Next time we get into an argument-”

“I don’t want there to be a next time..” Tara interrupts, saying it so low as if she was scared for you to hear you.

“We’re human Tara, it’s bound to happen again” Your hand lays on Tara’s in an attempt to comfort her. “But how about when it does, next time we won’t just ignore each other for weeks at a time. We can give each other room but..” You look down,”That was too much room, Tar.”

She looks at you in understanding and nods followed by an “ok.” Tara rubs your hand, signaling for you to look back at her. The Carpenter smiled when you finally met her gaze.

You both stared at each other, her eyes fell to your lips as yours did the same to her. “I never told you why I lashed out that night” Tara started as you both slowly leaned closer.

“Oh yeah? And what about it” Tara tilted her head and leaned in closer, your lips were so close to touching. All you had to do was-

The door slammed wide open. “Tara! Check it ou- Oh sorry did I interrupt something?” Chad asked genuinely with a Nintendo switch in his hand. He had no idea you were even here. He thought Tara was just in here studying with her headphones in.

You and Tara had pulled away from each other quickly and shook your heads. “Nope we were just talking, what’s up?” Chad had finally finished the level he and Ethan have been trying to beat for months! You liked Chad. He was a cool dude and you even hung out with him sometimes.

You talked about a few things, Mario kart, football, Spider-man and the occasional random shit. He was also a pretty good wingman. But unfortunately he was as oblivious as you could be sometimes. A girl was flirting with you? Sure, go for it dude. A guy wanted to get to know you? That’s awesome!

He’s the hype man everybody needs in life but he’d get so caught up in it that he didn’t notice the glares Tara sent him. Still confused as to why Mindy hit him in the shoulder when things like this happened. What’s wrong with being a supportive wingman?

Mindy and Anika really need to sit him down and have him filled in on the two love birds. Even Ethan knew!

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A couple days have passed and you end up hanging out with Tara and her friends. You’d be lying if you said you weren’t a little nervous. You mostly just talked with Chad and sometimes Ethan since they were a package deal. Anika seemed nice but you were still nervous because you haven’t really talked much so you weren’t sure what she thought of you.

Then there was her girlfriend, Mindy. Twin sister of Chad and much more intimidating. On the outside it should’ve been the opposite of that but for some reason you just got the hunch she didn’t like you. You knew she was a protective friend but you couldn’t help but wonder how that persuaded her thoughts of you.

You were all sitting comfortably in the living room with a show playing, Tara on the couch while you laid between her legs. Your back faced her as you laid against her chest, her legs wrapped around you as she gently played with your hair. Pretty cozy for a couple of friends.

“So,” Mindy spoke up. “You two made up?” Anika gave Mindy a look but the twin just shrugged.

“Yeah. We’re good now” Tara answered so you wouldn’t have to. Mindy hummed in response. You and Tara weren’t one hundred percent sure where she was going with this but you knew she wasn’t done.

Before Mindy could interrogate any further your phone rang. “Who is it?” Tara asked curiously, you lifted it slightly to see who it was before turning off the ringer. “No one important. Just going to let it ring.” Tara replied with an unconvinced hum but didn’t press any further.

Sam entered the apartment with take out in hand, “Hey guys.” Everybody responded with ‘Heys’ and ‘Hi’s’ before she sat the food down. “Got some food on my way home so eat up. I’m gonna head out in a few” Sam said before walking to her room. Okay..that was strange. She only sent a single glare and no snarky comment about you being over.

Must be warming up to me or just really tired you thought. Tara looked down to you, not wanting to move out of her current position. Oh how the turned tables. “Are you going to eat something?” She eventually asked. You only shook your head and continued to stare at the TV. She could wait to eat, she didn’t mind. Tara had gotten too used to you being in her arms. It gave her a feeling of warmth that was too good to let go of just yet.

The two of you made up and you were finally back in her arms. Everything was back to the way it was before. Nothing could ruin this.

An hour had passed and you fell asleep on Tara, not that she was complaining. She held onto you and enjoyed having you there in her arms. Suddenly you start to open your eyes as you slowly start waking up.

“What time is it?” You ask tiredly while rubbing your eyes. “Eight forty-two” Ethan responded, causing you to scramble out of Tara’s arms. The action caused the younger Carpenter to furrow her eyebrows in confusion. “What’s wrong?” Tara asked, her tone laced with a bit of worry.

“I’m late for a date but we’ll do a rain check!” You reply before rushing out the door leaving Tara to process what you just said.

“What the actual fu-”

You had a what?!

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#jenna ortega #tara carpenter x fem reader #tara carpenter x you #tara carpenter #tara carpenter x reader #tara carpenter x y/n #scream

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amiserableseriesofevents · 2 months ago

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breaking down mid-hug because they just needed this so much please 🥹🫶🏻

Months later, here I finally am 😅

Thank you Ali for this ask, I hope you'll like this little thing 🥰🥰

Such stuff-verse, post fic, set during the months following the last chapter

The phone rings. One, two, three, four, five rings.

A click. Voicemail.

Sigh.

“Hi dad, it's me. How are you? Mum told me you're ok but I'm, ah, just checking in. So, the show went well! Very well actually, you can read all of it in the paper if you want, they're saying great things about us. About me, specifically! So, yeah, maybe this has been the right time! Pity you missed it, uh? I'll let you know the next dates, maybe you'll catch it. Well, call me when you get the message. Goodbye dad, see ya.”

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Four rings, voicemail.

“Hi dad, it's me. I had a ticket saved up for you on Friday but they told me no one showed up to collect it. I knew it was a long shot but I really hoped you could finish working a little sooner that night to see the show. I know it's something you don't really like but I think you should give it a chance. It would mean the world to me. I have to go now, talk to you soon. Goodbye.”

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Straight to voicemail.

“Hey dad! Ellie just told me you went visiting her at Uni last week. I live just two hours away from her now, and on the road back to Wisconsin. I guess you didn't know if I was at home though, with all the touring and stuff; next time I'll tell Ellie to let you know if I'm around so you can come say hi, ok? Love you, talk soon!”

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“Hi dad, it's John. Long time no see, uh? I don't know if mum told ya but we've just finished touring with the show and I'm going to say hi to Ellie at Uni. I was thinking maybe I could come visit you and mum for a day or two? There's a few things I'd like to talk to you about, if that's ok with you. Call back when you get the message, will you? Ok, bye.”

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Gale's doing the closing round at the Abbotts when John arrives, sneaking in through the exiting crowd. He finds him waiting in the lobby, his face strangely devoid of feeling, eyes vacant as if he's thinking hard about something; Gale smiles when he sees him, the weight of the few days spent apart lifting from his shoulders. “Hey, stranger,” he calls with a fond smile, half expecting John to run up to him and crush him in a hug, or squeeze his cheeks and kiss him; he does neither of these things though, he just snaps his attention to him and offers a tight smile.

“Hey Buck. Need a hand with something?”

Perplexed but trying not to show it too much, Gale leans in to peck his boyfriend on the lips. “Nah, I've already done everything. I was just about to close up and meet the others at the pub, would you like that?”

A night out with friends and a beer always lifts up John's morale, even if he's tired; this time though, he grimaces a little at the offer. “I was just thinking maybe we could stay here for a while? You know, just like old times; I've really missed you, and this place, I'll admit it.”

There's definitely something really wrong, but before alarm bells can start going off inside his brain Gale nods, reaching out tentatively to move an unruly comb away from John's forehead and exhaling softly in relief when he leans into the touch. “Yeah, sure. I've been missing you too,” he says trying to steal something more than a tense smile from John. “Let me just close the front door and then I'm all yours.”

They go sit on the couch in the dressing rooms, all the lights in the building out except a small one in the corner; John looks awfully pale in its dull halo, with shadows under his eyes and that same, void expression that scares Gale a little. He racks his brain trying to figure out what's wrong: John went to visit his sister at Uni, and him and Ellie have a good relationship as far as Gale knows.

He sits next to John on the couch, puts a hand on his knee as gently as he can — I'm here if you need me, please tell me what's wrong, he means. Communication isn't their strongest suit, sure, but he hopes John will understand anyway.

“I saw my dad while I was there,” John says after a while, still staring ahead and not looking at Gale. His hand on John's knee twitches slightly in surprise but that's all the reaction he allows himself, waiting for John to go on.

“I've been trying to reach him for months, since The Tempest opened but he would never pick up, only send me straight to voicemail without ever calling back. This time he did, he called back and took me out for dinner; I was so excited about it, I though my mum had finally talked him through and he wanted to know more about the show, or the next one, whatever,” John continues. His brow is twitching like it often does when he's angry but his voice is still and cold as ice, scarily so. Gale hums softly, to let him know he's listening.

“But that wasn't it. The dinner was just an excuse to tell me that he'd been pulling some strings and he'd found me a job, a proper job, in one of his pals' companies. He said since I'm not a kid anymore I have to stop with these stupid ideas and find something that actually allows me to earn some money and be a normal, independent adult. I tried to explain to him that things are going well now, that we've been making money with the company, I even mentioned how we've invested in the Abbotts but he just- he just wouldn't listen. He didn't care. He said it's stupid and that I'll never become one of the greats because I'm not good enough for that, and stage actors don't make as much as movie actors anyway so it's been the wrong choice from the beginning. And when I told him I wouldn't accept his offer he told me to stop calling him every time I have a show, whining and begging him to come, because he'll never set foot in a theatre to watch me making a fool of myself.”

John's breath is coming harsher and faster now and Gale can't do anything but squeeze the hand on his knee, his insides boiling with rage towards John's father; how dare he make John feel like this, like nothing?

Gale knows the full extent of the effort John puts in his craft, how much he studies, how hard he works for it. He knows all the sacrifices he's made in the past year and what he achieved, how brave he's been even if he was terrified of failing, how happy he is now that everything paid off, how good he is. And his father dared make him feel like all that he's done means nothing?

He wonders how it's possible for a man like this, so mean and close minded, to have brought into the world someone like John — John who is kind, John who loves with all his heart, John who believed in Gale's dream even when he didn't have it in himself to do so.

“Oh darlin',” he says when it becomes clear that the story's over, that John has no more words to spare for it. “I am so sorry he told you all that. You know it isn't true, right?”

John still doesn't answer.

“John, darlin', he doesn't deserve to have you feeling like this. He doesn't want to come see you? Screw him, his loss. There's no seat here or in all the theaters in the world for someone who doesn't support you, it's not worth it,” Gale continues. It's easy for him to say, he's given up on his family years ago, suffered at the hands of his father's hatred many times and he likes to think he's mostly over it. But he still remembers the first times, the fear of having made a mistake leaving them behind, the sadness he felt every time he couldn't call them to celebrate a good grade or to seek comfort during rough times; it breaks his heart to know that now John will have to feel this way too, even if he still has his mom and sisters, because he believed his father could change his mind.

John exhales, shakily. “I just didn't think he could be this mean,” he says. Gale takes it as his cue to snake his arms around John and hug him as tight as he can, rubbing a comforting palm up and down his back

John holds him back, ever tighter, and buries his head in the curve of Gale's neck; it's something he always does when he's upset and can't face the outside world, Gale's smell and his soft skin a source of comfort better than any other. It's grounding, usually, but this time the scent of home is the thing that breaks the dam and he starts crying, softly at first and then louder, hands gripping at Gale like at a lifeline. Anger, frustration, and disappointment shake him, the sting of tears itself irritating because it's not fair that he has to feel like this because of something he loves so much, it's not fair.

Gale keeps holding him, murmuring kisses and sweet words in his wild curls, uncaring that John's tears are soaking his t-shirt. When the crying subsides he gently lifts John's face to take a proper look at him, then wipes the tears away from his cheeks.

“'M sorry,” John croaks out. Gale leans in to kiss the salty traces off his skin, red and irritated and hot.

“There's no need to,” he speaks, softly. “You can cry if you need to, I'm here for you. Even if your father will refuse to, we're not gonna stop believing in you. I'm not gonna stop encouraging you to do theatre, and I'll always be there by your side. Ok? I love you.”

John's eyes swell up again at his words, and he goes back hiding himself in the comfort of Gale's embrace; there's no safer place for him to be, Gale has made sure of that. He'll use his love to shield him, however possible, from the pain and the grief of mourning someone who's still very much alive.

For tonight, he'll hold him there however long John needs. Even until the end of the world, if that's what it takes.

#buck x bucky #clegan #clegan theatre au #john egan #mota #gale cleven #masters of the air #buckbucky #such stuff verse #writing prompts #Ginia writes

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voxofthevoid · 14 days ago

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*banging pots and pans together* Goyuu gremlins, come get y'all fucking juice.

I say this as if I'm not inundating you in goyuu every week, but Gojou has been conspicuously absent from my current WIP for...10 chapters and over 70k words. A major character and one half of the endgame ship, and he shows up halfway through the story—JJK has got me making more and more novel (in terms of my writing) narrative choices with each fic.

Gotta say, it feels great to get back into writing Gojou. Last time I tackled him was at the end of September, for the fem!Gojou no-powers oneshot. The necrofic from October beginning has a lot of Gojou, sure, but he's a...well, a corpse. Sinking back into goyuu banter and interactions felt like coming home.

Now, here's Demon/Hunter Horror Wednesday #9, featuring Gojou Sluttoru Satoru in the flesh.

There’s a man on the platform.

It’s the height that startles Yuuji first. He’s freakishly tall. The tallest person Yuuji’s seen—unless he counts Sukuna, which he won’t. Besides, this guy’s all legs, and it’s weirdly fascinating how they move, smooth and graceful under shiny pants reflecting the platform lights. They eat up the platform with long, languid strides, getting closer and closer and—

Yuuji blinks, dragging his eyes from the man’s legs to a face that’s a lot closer than he expects, even though he has to crane his neck to make eye contact—kind of. The man’s wearing sunglasses, those thick black ones that show nothing of what’s underneath, so Yuuji just ends up staring at his own distorted reflection.

His eyes are wide, his mouth a little open. Yuuji closes it, his teeth clicking together.

The height isn’t the only startling thing about the man. His hair is a shock of white, messy strands covering his forehead and even falling over the sunglasses. And Yuuji’s got no leg to stand on when it comes to people with eye-catching coloring, but there’s still something about this man that makes it hard to look away.

“Hi?” he offers warily.

“Hello,” comes the answer, immediate and cheerful. “You a local?”

“Uh, yeah? I guess.”

A tilt of the head. Those snowy strands shift with mesmerizing motions. “That’s not very reassuring.”

“Why…am I reassuring you?”

The man claps, once. “Good point! You’re not a serial killer, are you?”

Yuuji’s so confused. “No?”

“Hmm, you don’t sound very sure about that either.” The man leans closer, which involves a lot of bending. Yuuji blinks at his reflection in the glasses, which blinks right back. “Nah, you’re too cute to be a serial killer.”

“Thanks, I think. Who are you?”

“Gojou Satoru!” The man declares, straightening up and sticking out an arm. “And who are you, my young, uncertain friend?”

Yuuji takes the proffered hand. It’s big, almost swallowing his whole hand when it closes around it. There’s warmth too, seeping boldly into his flesh.

“Itadori Yuuji,” he introduces himself. “I’m very confused.”

“I did get that impression.”

“No, I mean, you’re—” Yuuji shakes his head. “Never mind. Why are you asking weird questions?”

“Hey now,” the man says, his lips pressing into a pout. They’re very shiny. And pink. “Those were very sensible questions. There’s no point asking for directions from a non-local, is there? And it’d be very unwise of me to put myself in the maw of a murderer.”

“Well,” Yuuji says, slightly less confused, “I’m not a murderer. And I do live here. Moved here a few months back. Pretty sure I can give you directions. To where?”

“A recent transplant. I see,” Gojou murmurs, his head still tilted slightly down. Despite the opaque glasses, Yuuji has the distinct sense of being looked at. “Would you happen to know the way to the Fushiguro household, Itadori Yuuji-kun?”

“Fushiguro?” Yuuji repeats. “You know him? Or are you here for Tōji-san?”

“Both,” Gojou says, his smile widening. The glossy gleam of his lips doesn’t hide how sharp the expression is, and for the first time, Yuuji really takes in the rest of his face—the chiseled jaw, the straight nose, the prominent cheekbones. A sharp face, but pretty too. Like Fushiguro’s, except that while Fushiguro’s soft around the edges, this man looks like he’ll cut if touched. “—to me?”

Yuuji blinks back to himself, trying and failing to make sense of what Gojou just said. “Huh?”

That smile grows even bigger, flashing a hint of very white teeth. “I asked if you’re listening to me?”

“Oh. No,” Yuuji admits. “Sorry?”

Gojou hums, tilting his head like a curious cat. “I don’t think you are. But I’ll forgive it if you’re a good boy and take me to the Fushiguros.”

Yuuji swallows, his throat very dry. “I could, but…”

“But?”

“How do I know you’re not a serial killer, Gojou-san?”

Gojou snorts. It’s an ugly sound, rough and nasal. Something inside Yuuji unclenches, like that’s the proof he needed that this guy is human and not some abnormally pretty dream he conjured up. It’d be a kinder dream than usual, but Yuuji can’t trust his imagination anymore.

“I’m too handsome for that, don’t you think?” Gojou asks, his grin grown lopsided.

“Yeah, but—” Yuuji makes a sweeping gesture with his free arm, covering Gojou as well as the rest of the platform. “I don’t think that’s how it works.”

“So there is a brain under all that pink fluff,” Gojou says, his tone weirdly approving.

“I don’t think you get to talk about anyone’s hair,” Yuuji points out, eyeing Gojou’s snow-white strands again.

But Gojou just tosses his hair like he’s in a shampoo commercial. “It’s all natural.”

“So is mine,” Yuuji says drily. “Not the point.”

“Oh? What is your point then?”

“Serial killing. I think.” Yuuji shakes his head. “Whatever. Yeah, I’ll take you to the Fushiguros’ place. Do anything weird and I’ll punch you.”

“Careful,” Gojou purrs. “I might be into that.”

Yuuji just looks at him for a moment, before taking in the rest of the platform with half a mind to foist this guy off on someone else. There’s no one, obviously. It’s not like this place is bustling even during what was the rush hour back at Sendai. Nanami and Yuuji were alone the entire time they waited, and he’s pretty sure no one but Gojou got off from the train.

Plus, he probably shouldn’t inflict this guy on anyone else. Yuuji doesn’t think he’s a bad person or anything, but he’s kinda weird. And Yuuji’s pretty immune to stranger danger.

Except when he walks into cursed churches.

“Come on then,” Yuuji says. “It’s getting late, and Tōji-san usually turns in early.”

Gojou’s lips and cheeks do something very weird. “Fushiguro Tōji has a bedtime.”

“Uh, not exactly—”

Yuuji’s cut off by demented laughter—full-on cackling, filling up the open air of the empty platform. All he can do is watch, nonplussed, until Gojou calms down, and even that’s startlingly abrupt, the noise stopping so suddenly that the resulting silence seems to boom.

“Sorry, sorry,” Gojou says, not sounding all that sincere. “That was just too funny. Guess the single dad life suits him.”

Yuuji thinks of what Fushiguro sounds like every time he has to talk about his dad. “I…wouldn’t say that. Anyway, you coming?”

“Sure,” Gojou says easily. “You going to let me go first, or are we holding hands the whole way?”

“What’re you—”

Yuuji realizes the answer before he even finishes the question, blinking down at his own hand—still clasped firmly around Gojou’s bigger one. He lets go quickly, snatching it back. For a moment, he doesn’t know what to do with it. Wiping it on his pants would be rude. And it’s not like Gojou’s palm was sweaty or anything. It was just warm, and Yuuji’s whole hand sparks like it’s stolen that heat for itself. He settles for folding his arms across his chest.

Gojou looks entirely too amused. “Pity.”

“Don’t tease me,” Yuuji grumbles, hoping the heat on his face doesn’t actually show on the skin; he knows his odds though, and they’re not good. He’s about to march off, leaving Gojou to choose whether to follow, when something occurs to him. “Wait, are you…”

“Yes?” Gojou prods after a moment, that curling grin still in place.

Yuuji squints up at him, specifically the sunglasses. He doesn’t think Gojou’s blind. People wear sunglasses all the time, though he’s rarely seen ones so dark. And Gojou navigated the platform pretty easily earlier, no cane or anything. Still, the thought won’t leave his head, and Yuuji’s mind refuses to accept the vague sense of being watched as enough proof, so he asks, “Are you blind?”

“How blunt,” is Gojou’s response. “I like that in people.”

“That’s not—”

—an answer, Yuuji doesn’t say because Gojou proceeds to give him an answer, raising one long-fingered hand to pluck his sunglasses off.

A maelstrom of blue slams into Yuuji.

He’s seen blue eyes more than a few times. People he knew, people he passed in the street. Bright ones, dark ones. Then there’s Fushiguro, whose eyes act like some deep-sea trench, shifting from dark green to depthless blue based on the lighting and his mood.

But he’s never seen eyes like these.

It’s not just one shade of blue, but every blue, all at once. Thin threads of shuddering color, spreading out from pupils that swallow all light. It’s breathtakingly bright, like the colors are reaching out of the eyes to claw at the air. Or maybe they’re just swirling inside, chasing each other inside the confines of those irises.

A part of Yuuji knows that he’s imagining it, that Gojou’s eyes aren’t actually nuclear ghosts. But that logic doesn’t quite penetrate the blue haze in his head.

Gojou blinks, cutting off that stream of color, and Yuuji sucks in a breath like a drowning man.

#goyuu #jjk #jujutsu kaisen #wip wednesday #jjk snippets #my fic #divider credit: saradika-graphics #fic: mouth of the wolf

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piss-pumpkin · 6 months ago

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🎶”you’re the boat”🎤

Dipper pines x reader, Douce amere chapter 19, ~3.7k words, Masterlist Prev

You weren’t sure the family meeting was going well. “A week?! Sixer, what did you do?” Stan shouted, standing up from the table. A bunch of chairs were crowded around the dining room table, the one usually used for gambling at. You stared at it in front of you. There were a few tally marks carved into the wood, probably old games won.

Dipper spoke up before Ford could, “No, actually that was me,” he added quietly. It was a miracle he was beside you. You were so certain he’d turn his back on you forever after what you did, but… he seemed alright. His hand was light as it held your under the table. Guess he had extra time to think, and decide he still likes you.

It had apparently been a week since you attacked him, and he was the only one to remember it. Something about a time loop, and emotional baggage.

Mabel was quiet, sitting with her legs crossed, a little awkward on a dining chair.

Ford sighed, “yes, this was an unfortunate time loss.” He tapped his fingers against the desk. “So let’s start moving forward now,” he said confidently.

Stan looked down at the table, sighed, and sat back down. “We can agree on that,” he admitted. “You kids deserve a normal summer,” he turned to you, “you’re not spending another week cooped up in this house.” He might’ve been trying to go for an authoritarian tone, but you could hear the concern heavy in each word.

Now it was your turn. “Uh, guys,” you started, instinctively raising your hand to speak. They all looked at you, and you gulped. “Can’t we just… erase him out of my head? Didn’t you do that before?” You asked, eyes wandering to Stan.

They all stayed quiet a moment, all awkwardly avoiding your gaze. Mabel was the first to speak up. First time in a while. “We sorta… smashed it,” she said dejectedly.

“Oh,” you slipped. “Wait, how fucked am I then?”

Dippers hand flinched under the table, squeezing yours with a flicker of anxiety. Stan grimaced, “listen kid, we’ll think of someth-“

”-I may have a solution,” Ford interrupted coolly. His face was unreadable, but he didn’t looked pleased, even when he brother started to grumble at him for cutting him off. “There’s still the zodiac.”

Ah. The zodiac. You listened intently as Dipper smiled, exclaiming with surprise about how it slipped his mind. He squeezed your hand again, excitedly, you could tell. Mabel seemed to look up to, just as surprised. God, and Stan too. Did they just all forget they had a cheat code?

Ford cleared his throat, eyeing Stan. “And I expect it to work better this time,” he mumbled.

Stan grinned, standing up to clap his brother on the back. “You bet your ass it will, Sixer,” he laughed.

The impact of Stan’s hand might’ve been enough to knock the wind out of you, but Ford didn’t seem fazed. In fact, he didn’t even crack a smile. His eyes were locked in a steely gaze, fixed on the table. You glanced down, checking to see if he was looking at anything specific.

He wasn’t. And your and Fords eyes met in the middle, somehow, and he looked like he was studying you. Dipper must have noticed the staring contest, awkwardly glancing between you and his Grunkle. Probably trying to read the subtext. Whatever it was.

Ford sighed, and broke his stone faced exterior. “There might a few problems, though,” he admitted. Stan didn’t sit down, i stead leaning on the table as he quizzically examined his brother. They seemed to have a telepathic conversation while the rest of you waited for him to continue. Dippers pulse was hammering through his hand.

“Firstly, Y/n needs to be outside,” he said, gesturing around with his hands, “For Bill to be destroyed, he has to actually be around.”

Dippers grip tightened, but he didn’t say anything. His sweaty palms did all the talking for him. Mabel listened intently, chin rested between her knees. Well. You swallowed, and the saliva went down like a dry pill. Being possessed once kind of sucked, you weren’t exactly in the mood to do it again. But if that’s what it took, then whatever. You’d live. Though the thought of the splitting headache was enough to make your skin crawl.

But Ford wasn’t done. “And there’s the matter of Y/n themself,” he said, gesturing at you. The Pines all turned to face you, and you could feel yourself shrinking.

Dipper was the first to look back at Ford, “What do you mean?” He asked quickly.

But you already had a feeling you knew where this was going. Fords face was sullen, a far cry from his stoic expression he started this meeting with. His eyes hung on you like a noose on a rafter. It was clear that ‘the matter of Y/n themself’ wasn’t something pleasant.

Ford carefully tapped his fingers against his chin, glancing between you and Dipper. He sighed, “The zodiac is meant to completely destroy Bill,” he started, still tapping. That, and the low hum of a fan running in the living room were the only sounds to punctuate him. “The problem is; Y/n and Bill are… tangled up, right now.”

What? There were a few beats of silence before Dipper interjected, “Um, Grunkle Ford, what does that mean?” He said, hand squeezing yours like the beat of a hummingbirds heart.

Ford grimaced. “I’m not certain,” he admitted, “I don’t know what will happen to Y/n if we use the zodiac.”

And then people started talking. Dipper sounded a mad, Stan too. Mabel actually sat up, sounded like she had something to say. Ford tried to explain, or defend, or justify, or something. You were too busy to hear it. Wow, you might be so fucked. Like, ten out of ten. Jesus Christ, you lucked out. You blinked a few times, watching as the Sven unfolded. Stan was yelling at Ford, pointing fingers, and Ford was pointing right back.

An awkward smile tugged at your lips, and your brow raised. Despite yourself, you snickered, trying to laugh silently. It didn’t work. Dipper looked at you like you were crazy, and you shook your head. “Guys, so like,” you started. “I’m like fucked fucked? Do we have anything else?”

Ford shook his head gravely, “No, that’s it,” he said. “There was a gun, once, but that would blow you up. This is… the safest option.”

You raised your brow, shooting him a skeptical look. “But me and Bill are tangled up,” you said, punctuating yourself with a little hand wave.

“-Yes,” Ford sighed. “There’s plenty of ways to be possessed, if you were in the mindscape, you could just get back in your body once Bill was exorcised, but…” he paused to think, and your mind drifted back to Mabel’s exorcism. At least then it was just to cast the spirit out, not destroy it. “You both occupy the body, and since we’re going to be killing him…” Ford trailed off, pursing his lips.

Your smile faded. The absurdity was gone, and all you were left with was reality. “Right,” you nodded.

But Ford wasn’t done. Somehow, deep down, maybe he knew he could make things worse, and his work wasn’t yet done. “It’s like Bills using you as a lifeboat, and we’re shooting him,” he explained. “We’ll get him, but we might shoot a hole in the boat.”

”And I’m the boat,” you added.

Ford nodded, “Yes, you’re the boat.”

”Well then, we can’t do it,” Dipper cut in confidently. “We can think of something else, we shouldn’t risk it.” His fist was balled on the table, the one that wasn’t still holding your hand.

Mabel nodded, “Agreed. That’s like, the worst plan I’ve ever heard… the boat thing.”

They kept talking, maybe debating. Stan yelled at Ford for even suggesting his idea. You sighed. This sucked. But hey, maybe it would be fine. Ford said he didn’t know, call it a coin flip. You smiled to yourself, who didn’t like a good gamble? This might’ve been absurd enough to be funny. A gamble of a plan that even the scientist in the room had no idea about.

Ford had his hands planted on the desk, a pained look on his face. You crossed your arms, only realizing you let go of Dippers hand when he looked over at you, mouth hung slightly open, maybe surprised. “I mean,” you started, eyes flickering to Dipper. “Does anyone have a better idea?”

It was pretty clear that they didn’t. Another few beats of silence past, all the Pines either looking at you, or awkwardly looking at the table, or the floor.

Dippers confused face softened as he looked at you, and he was the first to speak. “Well… we’ll think of something,” he said.

You pursed your lips, “Yeah, but, will you?” You’d read Dippers journal, you’d heard the story. They used the memory gun, and even that was a last resort. And if that was gone, what was there? Maybe mind control? But that wouldn’t get Bill out. There was the shack, you were safe in there, but… you couldn’t leave. That’s not a good option. There was… oh wait. “Wait, couldn’t I get what Ford has? A…” you winced, “a metal plate in my head?”

The pines looked to Ford, who shook his head. Oh, come on. “It keeps him out, it wouldn’t work if he’s already there,” Ford sighed. “Plus, you can’t get it done in this dimension.”

Their faces fell again, and you grumbled. “Okay, well, zodiac it is, then,” you decided, “Unless somebody thinks of a better idea soon.”

”But-“ Dipper started.

”Dude, it’s cool,” you said. “I’m not a little bitch, I’ll be fine.” Hopefully. “Besides, Ford said he wasn’t sure, obviously that means I might just be fine. When have I ever lost a gamble in my life?”

Dipper looked at you like you’d just confessed you were a Scientologist.

That seemed to end the conversation. Stan looked pained, but didn’t speak up. His fist was still clenched, and he was side eyeing his brother, but other then that, quiet. Mabel was hugging her knees, and looking at the floor. Dipper was still half gaping, half glaring at you, but even he seemed to falter at the thought of words.

When things fizzled out, you went to your room… Soos’ break room. A long blue couch lined one wall, and a small desk was pressed against the other. A few arcade consoles stood at the back of the room, one with the control panel hanging open. You didn’t touch any of the tools Soos had left out to fix whatever was wrong with it.

You closed the door behind you wth a sigh. That was… a little intense. Without thinking, you started to pace, walking anxious and static laps of the room. There was too much energy, each step was a little shock. God, you could probably run a marathon right now.

What had you done? You’d be fine. Ford said he didn’t know, that meant anything could happen. Ugh, Bill. Your footsteps quickened, speed walking your small circles as you tapped your fingers against your chest. But you might just die.

You pursed your lips. That’s pussy talk. Sighing, you say on the couch, legs bouncing aggressively off the side, still full or restless energy. You leaned your head back, covering your eyes to block out the light. At least the headache was gone. God, how had you not noticed the shack was safe? Why would you leave? You shook your head.

But you couldn’t shake out the thought. What if you just died. That wouldn’t be good. For a moment you wondered, is this how it felt for them the first time when the apocalypse started? Hmmm. At least there were things you could do to survive an apocalypse. There were things to run from, hide from, something to fight. This time it was just you, the lifeboat, that might just sink. You really wished there were better ideas.

Okay, so, what if you did die? What do people do? Your feet tapped furiously on the floor, and you were certain most of the shack could hear it. Without thinking, you drifted up to the other side of the room, where Soos kept some loose papers and pens on the desk, and brought them back to the couch and coffee table.

The blank papers stared you down, and tapped the pen against them a few times, making sure it still had ink. Just in case. A little bit like a will, or something. Tapping your feet, you started to write, in pen, so going back: Dear Dipshit…

…

A handful of letters. You didn’t have envelopes, you you folded each twice into a small rectangle, and wrote names on the backs. Dipper, Mabel, Pacifica, Stan, Ford, Aunt Susan, affectionately known as lazy Susan, your parents, and you were on a roll, Wendy, Soos, somehow Robbie made it on the list, when you thought back on chatting with him at the diner. Dippers letter was the longest by far, though. Maybe there was just more to apologize for. At least your parents didn’t know about demons and possession, and didn’t know it was your fault.

Alright. You had an insurance now, just in case. The papers strewn across the table were like a weight lifted off your chest. There was too much to say to say it now and be done with it. Plus, if you didn’t die, it would be a little embarrassing.

You were nodding to yourself when somebody knocked on the door. Oh shit. Quickly, you scrambled to pick up all the notes, and whipped your head around the room. Uhhh. Looking down, you pushed them under the couch, and turned back to the door, “yeah?”

The door creaked open, and there was Dipper. He didn’t look impressed. “Y/n,” he sighed, coming down to sit beside you, “Y/n, no.”

You crossed your legs. He was sitting right where you shoved the papers. “What do you mean?” You asked, shooting him a weak smile. You knew what he meant. What else was there?

He sighed, burying his face in his palms, and dragging down, like he was pulling his skin off before his hands fell to the cushion at his sides. “Y/n, don’t be stupid, we can think of another way to get rid of him, the plan is terrible, you don’t need to do it,” he said, leaning his back into the couch.

You winced. He was convincing sometimes. And it was nice to know he cared. “Dude,” you started, curling your side into the couch to face him, “is there anything else?”

He turned to face you, too, crossing his arms across his chest the same way you did. “I don’t know, but we can think of something, Y/n,” he said. “There’s gotta be something.”

You sighed. “We don’t have to do it now, Dip,” you said. You shocked yourself with your relaxation. Maybe it was seeing Dipper like this that did it. Somebody had to be the chill one, to balance it out. Dipper had taken his turn, with his weird time-loop thing he had to get out of. So you could take this one for the team. “We’re chill in the shack, it’s not urgent,” you said. “If we think of something better, we’ll do it. Let’s give it a couple days, yeah?”

Dipper sighed, sinking further into the couch. “Ford called McGucket, apparently he can’t make another mind eraser,” he moped. “Forgot how, and lost the blueprints.”

You smiled, “Welp,” you shrugged.

“There just… has to be another solution,” Dipper pondered.

You scooted closer to him, your knee pressing against his. “I hope so,” you said, burying your cheek in the couch. His eyes lingered on you, looking pained. Not in the same way as… however long ago it was, when Bill used you to attack him. Dipper didn’t look scared like that, this pain was different. Like he was already mourning you. That didn’t make you feel great about the plan. Whatever, he’s a pessimist. And a little bit of a pussy. You smiled, “kiss?” You asked hopefully.

He surprised you by smiling tiredly, and leaning forward to rest his forehead on yours. You snickered as the weight almost pushed your face down. “Yeah,” he said, closing the gap between you and brushing his lips against yours, “Yeah.”

You kissed him, and your hand gently crept onto his to thumb over his fingers.

He barely pulled away, forehead still resting on yours as he turned to glance at your hands. Dipper sighed, lacing your fingers together. “You could just stay here,” he whispered. “It’s safe here, even if we don’t use the zodiac.”

”And what,” you started softly, staring down at the couch cushions between you. “I just… never leave the shack?”

He stayed quiet, a small sigh escaping his lips. His head weighed on you. “Just… an idea,” he said weakly.

You sighed, “I know,” and kissed him again. God, he really thought you were gonna die, or something. And he was not happy about it. “I’ll be fine, dude,” you assured without thinking. You might be a liar, you never know. At least, if you weren’t, you had your notes.

…

Nobody came up with a better idea that night, or the next day. And you tried to have a much fun as you could, given you were confined to the shack, and several people looked at you like you were already dead.

You could tell Dipper was trying his best. He still had that sad look in his eyes, but he tried covering it up with a smile for you when the two of you were together.

Mabel was more of an optimist, maybe she had more faith in you. She seemed a little lighter than him, her smile might not have been fake.

It was after a few days that people started making plans. Ford called McGucket, Stan let Soos and Wendy know, you texted Pacifica and Robbie. You left out the part where you might die, and hoped everyone else did too. It was enough that the Pines looked at you like a corpse, a whole crowd might be overkill. Heh. Overkill. Any amount of killed wouldn’t be good, you thought. It turned out Mabel still had Lil Gideons number, that was crazy to think about. All the zodiacs pieces were coming together.

It was getting kind of real. Tomorrow was the day. All your nerves were on fire with static energy, unable to keep many limbs still.

You were sitting and staring at the wall at the living room table when Mabel barged in and stopped in the doorway, snapping your attention back to reality. She had something on the ground behind her. “We should do karaoke!” She yelled, swinging a sparkly pink machine out in front of her.

Dipper was trailing behind her, staring at the floor. He must have felt your eyes on him, because he glanced up to see you, and shot you a small smile. Guess he agreed to… whatever this was.

Mabel bounded over to you, “come on, let’s go,” she said, pulling you up by the hand before you had time to react. Not that you would have protested, you were more than ready for a change of scenery. And she actually looked at you like you were alive.

Mabel pawned the machine onto Dipper, and led you along up the stairs and to the attic. She pushed the bedroom door open, dragging you inside.

It was hard not to notice the state of the room. It was messy, clothes strewn on both sides of the floor. Dippers bed was covered in papers and his sheet had new spills of ink every time you looked at it. It seemed to be getting worse in there by the day.

Mabel was quick to distract you though. She clapped her hands together as Dipper set the machine down. Grinning, she knelt down, and tapped at the screen.

You glanced at Dipper, who was standing with his arms folded. He shrugged.

Mabel giggled, and you stared to read over her shoulder what she was typing. You raised your brow, “Party rock? Seriously?” You asked, a laugh creeping into your words.

Mabel grinned, “what’s wrong with it?” She asked innocently, pressing play. For a small, and cheap looking karaoke machine, it had a loud speaker. The floor vibrated with the sound of the opening notes.

Mabel tossed you a microphone as the keyboard set in.

Where you hesitated, she did not. As the words started, so did she, immediately pointing at you accusingly. Welp. Looks like you had no choice.

Awkwardly, you started to sing along. But then the strange thing happened. It stopped feeling awkward. Mabel’s energy infected you like a virus, and suddenly it was a proper duet.

You sang, loudly. The party rock anthem filled the attic as you and Mabel yelled. You each had a microphone, but in the spirit of the show, you needed up trading, and singing into the other mic as you clashed together.

Dippers subdued singing joined the chorus halfway through, and you and Mabel cheered. It was weird how normal it felt.

You sang a few more songs before Mabel took a break to breathe. You hadn’t heard her that loud in a while. She flopped her back on her bed, breathing heavily. Smiling, you sat down beside her. She grinned up at you, and you couldn’t help smile back.

Wow. She may not be a nerd, but Mabel was pretty smart. Dipper sat down on the floor, leaning his back against the bed frame, and even he seemed fine.

You smiled down at Mabel, and lightly punched her shoulder. That was… close enough to words. Your knuckles said thanks pretty well, you thought. She must have understood, because she hit you back in the leg.

Tomorrow would be fine, maybe. When was Mabel wrong about anything?

Anyway they’re all huffing copium this chapter. At least their out of the depression time loop lmao. Party rock IS in the house tn. (Yeah I lot a little inspired by sbg for song choice) (if you know that webtoon you’re so real)

Also I deadass pretty much caught up to myself. Like I’m only like two chapters ahead in the writing rn im so lucky it’s almost over 😭

Taglist: @dead-esque @cipheress-to-k-pop

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hp-hcs · 1 year ago

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Am I requesting again because I love your fics? Yes yes I am AND IM NOT SORRY. Theo x ftm Reader (but like reader is Pansy’s brother ^3^) I feel like this HAS POTENTIAL but if you want to completely make ur own storyline be my guest because I trust you more than I trust my brain ٩( ᐛ )و

oHOHOHOH YIPPEE DW BABE I GOTCHU

also i’m on a yandere fix rn (if you couldn’t tell by the literally everything i’ve written these last few weeks) so uh, sorry if that was not what you were envisioning 🥲

requests. please. i beg of you. 🙏

Pansy’s Brother (Chapter One) — yandere! theodore nott x ftm! parkinson! reader

WARNINGS: aggression, stalking, possessive behavior, overprotective behavior, enzo berkshire bashing (done by theo)

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You bite your nails nervously, rocking back and forth on your feet. Your sister must notice, because she gently pulls your hand away from your mouth, smoothing down your hair, and kissing the top of your head.

“They’ll love you, Y/N. Don’t worry.”

“Enz’ll be there?” You ask softly.

A faint blush settles along her cheeks. “Y-yes. Lorenzo will be there,” she says in an oddly formal tone, clearing her throat in a very inconspicuous manner. “Ahem. But that’s not important. Um. Anyways. Stop laughing. Put your tie on, we’re going to be late.”

You snicker once more. “Sure, not important.”

She swats your arm lightly. “Dickhead. Hurry up.”

“Oi, Panz, chill out. I dunno how to tie a bow tie.”

She watches you fumble for a minute before rolling her eyes and smacking your hands away. “Stop, this is painful to watch.”

You pout as she takes over, deftly tying the perfect knot. “How do you know how to tie a bowtie?”

“Because I dated Draco for three months. Stop moving.”

You fake gag. “Ew. How was that as an experience?”

“Awful. It was like dating my honorary older brother,” she dramatically shudders, looping her arm through yours as you two begin your long walk to the Great Hall where the Yule Ball is being held.

“Hey, I thought I was the only brother you were allowed to have!” You gasp, mock-offended. “Besides, it couldn’t have been that bad. He’s… uh, conventionally attractive, I guess..?”

“No way, it was terrible. It’d be like if you started dating Enzo.”

“Ew!”

“Exactly.”

~~~

Honestly, Theodore Nott had no idea what to expect when Pansy said that her little brother would be coming to the Ball and that she’d like to introduce him to everyone.

But he certainly wasn’t expecting the most gorgeous guy he’d ever seen, holy Circe?

The Parkinson siblings stepped through the doors of the Great Hall, Pansy dressed to kill in a green satin dress with a risqué slit that went a little too high, in Theo’s opinion. The boys next to him were all but drooling.

“Who’s going to tell Crabbe and Goyle that Panz doesn’t even know they exist?” Mattheo leans in to whisper with a sly grin.

“Not it,” Theo snickered, observing Pansy with respectful, but distant, interest.

She really was stunning—but it was in the same way that sunsets and fireworks are stunning. Beautiful, but purely in an aesthetic way.

Following a half step behind her, a rather timid figure followed. Pansy navigated her way through the crowd, presumably her brother trailing along behind her.

She stopped in front of the boys, waving with a friendly grin. “Hey, guys! This is Y/N. Y/N, these losers are Theodore and Mattheo, and obviously you already know Enzo,” Pansy introduced, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear.

Her brother, Y/N, straightened when his sister said his name, an odd gleam in his eye and look of relief on his face that Theodore couldn’t quite figure out. He held out his hand with a rather charming grin, the meek boy from before now exuding confidence as he shook each of their hands.

Theodore shook his hand when Y/N reached him, surprised by how dainty Y/N’s hand felt in his. Y/N made up for it, however, with a firm grip and a charismatic smile that made Theo’s stomach flip.

The Parkinson boy wore a well-tailored three piece suit that accentuated his build. It was the same shade of green as his sister’s dress, but the vest was a nice tawny tartan tweed, with shiny brown shoes to match. His expensive cufflinks sparkled under the candlelight, and his dark gray bow tie brought out his eyes.

Y/N Parkinson looked fucking hot.

Theo’s reverie was interrupted by laughter and Enzo’s voice saying, “You look handsome as hell, Y/N.”

Y/N grinned, a faint blush on his cheeks. Enzo laughed and slung his arm over the younger boy’s shoulders in a friendlier-than-‘we-just-met’ way.

Theo’s gaze broke away from where he was ogling the boy, snapping over to his friend.

How the fuck did Enzo Berkshire already know this hot guy?

A lick of white-hot jealousy flared through him. Enzo wasn’t even that cute! And he was dumb! Theo was way smarter!

He saw the way the youngest Parkinson smiled at Enzo, all teeth, and felt his blood practically boil with rage. One word kept floating about his head, from the second he lay eyes on his friend’s little brother.

Mine.

~~~

“So…Theo was looking at you a lot.”

“He was?” Your head snapped upwards and your eyes lit up as you thought about the pretty brunette with the dead eyes and the overall talk-to-me-and-they’ll-never-find-your-body demeanor from last night.

“Yep. He also kinda like, threatened my life once you left,” Enzo shrugged, splitting off half of his licorice wand and handing it to you. “Dunno why.”

“He didn’t say?”

“Nope. Although I kinda sort of maybe got the impression that he’s got a… oh, what’s the word? big fat humongous crush on you. Not that it’s obvious or anything.”

“Ah. Not a man of subtlety, I take it?”

“He’s been watching us since we sat down,” Enzo said through a his teeth behind a fake smile.

“Wh-”

“Don’t turn around. Bitch, what are you doing- I just said- fuck it. I give up,” he throws his hands up in exasperation and sits back in his chair.

You scan the occupants of The Three Broomsticks, seeing no one acting out of the ordinary. You sigh and turn back to your irked friend.

Enzo rolls his eyes at you. “Dumbass.”

“Dipshit.”

You both grin at each other.

On the other side of the room, tucked underneath the deep hood of a thick winter cloak, Theodore Nott simmered with rage.

~~~

“Thanks for walking me back. I’m pretty sure Pansy would kill me, and then you, if I got lost or something,” you take another sip of your butterbeer as the two of you trek back to the castle, the dusky sky bathing you both in a faint glow and making the biting snowflakes in the air shine like tiny crystals.

“Yeah. Speaking of Pansy…” Enzo trailed off, rubbing the back of his neck.

“Yes, you can date her. No, I won’t go but-she’s-my-sister-and-I’m-her-brother apeshit on you.”

He gapes at you. “You knew?”

“Enz. Love. Sweetie pie. Anyone with eyes could tell that you like her, and she likes you right back. Go ask her out, coward.”

“Fuckhead,” Enzo retorted, giving you a tiny grateful smile.

~~~

Theo watched from afar with barely-contained jealousy. The pair was too far away to clearly hear, and the snow underfoot crunched too loudly for him to move closer, so Theo was stuck.

A sudden gust of wind sent a flurry of snowflakes into his face, and he made a face at the unpleasant chill. With the wind, however, carried a voice.

Your voice.

“Enz. Love. Sweetie pie. A…” your voice trailed off as the wind died down, becoming indistinct again.

Theo snapped.

No. No. No. No, you weren’t allowed to say things like that to other boys. You weren’t even allowed out with other boys. You were his, and Theodore had waited far long enough.

It was time for him to take back what was rightfully his.

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Chapter Two

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selfindulgentpixies · 1 year ago

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Part one

Okay here's part two for my Suguru x reader fic i did earlier. It's going to evolve into a Satoru x reader x Suguru fic. This one admittedly has ended up feeling very uh meandering I guess? I'm trying to establish the dynamic between the three of them

Important notes: GN!reader, reader is referred to with chan attached to their name, reader is a year younger than Suguru and Satoru. Suguru and Satoru are absolute menaces. Reader's cursed technique is mentioned. Said CT involves absorbing curses through their hands and converting them into weapons though it's not super important to to this chapter.

Fun fact: the japanese school year apparently begins in in april! So this takes place a bit before hidden inventory shortly after Suguru and Satoru start their second year.

Edit: I've made some revisions to this chapter to bring it up to my current standards! Nothing big just things that make it flow better and some extra details.

Chapter 2: Movie night

Things are different after the mission with Geto, he's softer with you than he’d been in the past. Before the mission he'd almost seemed a little resentful of you behind his smile though you couldn't figure out why. It didn't feel like that now. You aren't dumb, you can pinpoint the moment things felt like they'd begun to shift with him. When he'd held your arm after you absorbed that curse, the way his eyes had looked over darkly bruising flesh with the ink black lines crawling up your arm like an infection. When he'd asked if it was always like this you thought you'd find pity in his dark gaze when you raised your eyes to his, instead you saw something you weren't expecting. Understanding.

You were admittedly thrown off balance by this, plastering what you hoped was a reassuring smile on your face as you answered him. You doubted you fooled his keen eyes as you tried to disguise your discomfort but he didn't push you or even ask if it hurt. Probably because he thought the question would be pointless. Only an idiot wouldn't have been able to see you were in pain. Instead he'd gently examined the limb, his fingers sliding over your arm before letting go when he was satisfied.

He'd also begun going out of his way since that day to help you train as well, though you're not sure how much getting tossed around the training field like a rag doll is helping you. You've gotten very good at breaking your falls. You can at least say that. He said you were improving but you're not sure how true that is, though it probably should have tipped you off he was being honest when Gojo who was sitting on the sidelines more often than not to watch didn't interject to say otherwise. Especially since he was more than willing to point out where you had messed up. Perhaps you just hadn't known them long enough to realize that Geto was soft for you and Gojo was becoming so in turn. Again it's kind of hard to realize someone is soft for you when they regularly send you flying like you weigh nothing. Both older boys could appreciate that you kept dusting yourself off and getting right back to it though.

These last few weeks play back in your mind on repeat. Especially how gently he'd held your arm on that mission and the look in his eyes. You're broken from these thoughts when you notice the three second years making their way back to the dorms, Shoko splitting off from the boys presumably to head toward her own dorm. Probably to get cleaned up after a mission if you had to guess. You watch Geto and Gojo, watch as their hands brush against each other as they walk. They start to lean in close to each other and you watch as Gojo brushes his lips over Geto’s ear. You’ve apparently been caught staring though as suddenly Gojo is unmistakably looking directly at you as you noisily watch the intimate moment playing out between the older boys. Gojo’s sudden shift in attention of course causes Geto to look toward your window as well.

You let out a squeak and instead of maybe rolling with it and just waving or something to make yourself not seem nosy you flail and pull your curtain closed. "Stupid stupid stupid,” you grumble to yourself feeling your ears burn.

Down below you don’t see the two older boys share knowing and amused grins. You’re also far too consumed by your own embarrassment at having been caught staring at their intimate moment to hear their laughter as you internally berate yourself.

You also don't hear the ensuing conversation.

You get maybe a half hour of peace after that, able to mostly stop cringing at yourself and get back to studying. The peace is shattered when there's a knock on your door. You jolt in your seat, taken off guard since you hadn't expected anyone to stop by your room this late in the day. You turn in your chair and give the door a questioning look, unsure if you want to be bothered. Then he speaks. "Oi, ___-chan, come on don't ignore me." It's Gojo. All your embarrassment at being caught staring earlier floods back.

Reluctantly you get up and open your door a little to stare up at the older boy. He's got his arms full of snacks and he's grinning down at you, eyes obscured by those dark glasses he always wears. "I was almost worried you went to bed early. Come on, we don't want to keep the others waiting."

If an expression could be a question mark that's what your face was now. "Who's waiting and why?"

"You'll see it's a surprise~" he sing songs.

"Senpai, I" You're cut off when he adjusts his hold on the snacks and reaches out to grab your arm, tugging you out of your room since you were apparently taking too long to convince.

You flail, taken off balance and your voice involuntarily raises an octave "Gojo-senpai i-i'm not dressed to go anywhere i'm in my pajamas!"

"Pajamas are perfect for this, don't worry about it." He ignores your sputtering and goes to close your door.

"At least let me grab my phone." You huff.

He glances down at you with a triumphant smile knowing he's gotten his way. He opens your door fully and gestures with a flourish for you to go ahead. You contemplate slamming the door behind you but felt wrong being so disrespectful to an upperclassman, especially as your mind so helpfully reminded you of how you'd been caught rudely staring at him and Geto-senpai only half an hour ago.

You follow Gojo closely, having to take three steps for every one of his. "So you're really not gonna tell me?"

"Stop being impatient, you'll literally see the surprise in less than two minutes."

You pout but go quiet.

He wasn't wrong, soon enough you're standing in front of another dorm room. "Suguru, Shoko, I got the snacks and grabbed ___ along the way. "

You blink a little owlishly, realizing the dorm room you're at is likely Geto's. It's neat, at least by teenage boy standards. There's a biggish bean bag couch set up at the end of the bed facing a tv that's been set up with what looks like a shiny new dvd player along with several stacks of dvd's. Shoko and Geto are both by an open window, blowing smoke outside.

Shoko smiles warmly. "Ahh glad you could make it, ___-chan. When they told me they were inviting you too I wasn't sure you'd actually come."

You glance away for a moment and play with the hem of your sleep shirt. "Gojo-senpai was very... insistent."

Geto laughs lowly. "Satoru always is once he's decided something."

Your eyes are drawn toward the dark haired boy as he stubs out his cigarette and tosses it into the ashtray. He's smiling at you, his head tilted to the side. You can't help but take in how his hair is down and wet, clinging to his neck. It makes your mouth feel dry in a way you're not really familiar with. Gojo nudges you into the room before going to set out the snacks.

For some reason the idea that your three senpai had decided to invite you to their movie night left you feeling intimidated. "Is uh... anyone else gonna show up?" you ask hoping you don't sound nervous. "Nope-” Gojo pops the ‘P’, ”just the four of us," he throws over his shoulder at you as he continues his task. Your stomach swoops a little. At least Shoko is here otherwise you're pretty sure you would have run away. Being alone in such a casual setting with Gojo and Geto would have been overwhelming right now.

You finally move to go sit on the far end of the beanbag couch only to be jerked toward the middle of it by Gojo as he sits on your left, before you can protest or move back Geto sits on the right side of you, effectively trapping you between the two of them unless you wanted to outright get up and find a different spot to sit, though your options would be the literal floor or Geto's bed since Shoko seems to have claimed Geto's desk chair.

Shoko catches you looking her way and she eyes her peers suspiciously. "___, we can switch places if you'd like." She states already starting to stand. You scoot just slightly forward ready to accept only to feel a strong hand pull back on your shoulder and then feel Suguru's arm pressing along the back of your shoulder's once you've been pulled back to sit snugly in the honestly too small bean bag couch with the two long limbed boys.

"Aww they're fine right here aren't you, ___?" Geto asks as he tilts his head at you, a smile curling his lips and pretty brown eyes turning into crescents.

You're pretty sure your brain is as fried as it could ever be in that moment only for it to get even worse when Gojo's arm presses against Geto's and he too somehow manages to get further into your personal space. "Yeah this is the best place to watch movies from," Gojo's breath fans over your ear and you swear you can feel the barest hint of his lips brush the skin there.

Your face is so hot that you're surprised you haven't burst into flames and your heart is so rabbit quick you’re wondering how it hasn’t burst out of your chest. You’ve never been subjected to attention like this before. Especially not by a pair of pretty boys like your senpai.

Shoko breaks the moment by tossing two precisely aimed pillows into the faces of the two biggest menaces she knows. "If the two of you don't stop that I'll take ___-chan with me and go have a movie night just the two of us." There’s a clear threat in her voice and they know she means it.

Both boys sputter at the pillows in their faces before grumbling. Geto tosses his on the ground while Gojo holds his on his lap with a pout, he then sticks his tongue out at her. "You're no fun."

"And you're going to send ___ running if you keep it up," She shoots back and goes over to the dvd player to pick a movie. Neither Gojo nor Geto had taken the time to put one in, more focused on getting you trapped between them.

After selecting a movie and putting it in she glances back at you. "So would you like to trade seats?" You keep your eyes firmly on her but you can swear you can feel the two boys looking at you. You don't fully trust your voice but squeak out a small reply anyway. "Y-yeah actually." there was no way you were gonna be able to focus on the movie if they kept doing whatever it was they were doing. You feel Geto squeeze your shoulder briefly before letting go and both boys scoot slightly to allow you the minimal space needed to get up from the squishy death trap that is the bean bag couch. Shoko ends up helping you up before plopping herself in between menace one and two who are both definitely pouting.

The desk chair gives you the space needed to get your bearings for the first time since Gojo showed up at your door. Was this all some weird game to get back at you for staring at them from your window? As the movie plays you're sure you can feel them glancing your way but try to ignore it. Ignore it until Gojo tosses a candy bar directly into your lap startling you during a tense scene and making you squeak. When you realize what had touched you was a candy bar and not a serial killer you look over toward the three on the couch to catch Gojo flashing a grin your way. Geto reaches over shoko to playfully shove his shoulder.

Even now in the mostly dark room you can see it's your favorite. Which probably isn't that strange given that you normally eat one after training with Geto, and since one boy was never far from the other Gojo probably just picked up on it. That or it's all coincidence and your nerves from the evening thus far are making you over analyze a chocolate bar.

You're not sure when you dozed off in the uncomfortable chair but when you're woken up it's by Gojo poking you in the cheek and there are credits rolling on screen. He goes to poke your cheek again but you pull back with a slurred " 'm awake..." You blink blearily at the room, trying to get your brain to catch up with the situation. Gojo pokes you again deliberately on the nose this time. Without thinking and with sleepy irritation overriding all good sense you bite at him, surprising you both when you actually manage to catch his finger.

You immediately release his finger that now has a neat little ring of your teeth dented into it.

"You bit me! What the hell!?"

Embarrassed you yell back, "I only bit you because you kept shoving your finger in my face!"

Distantly through your embarrassment you register Geto laughing at the two of you. Honestly more at Gojo than you though you don’t realize that.

"Will you all shut up," an angry lump on the beanbag couch growls out. You realize it's Shoko. "I'm trying to sleep."

"Ah but Shoko, if you want to sleep you can go back to your own room. Satoru and I aren't going to bed for a while yet." Geto's tone is light as he sits up more in bed, drawing your gaze. From what you can gather it seems both he and Gojo must have moved to the bed at some point during the movie.

It's while you're occupied with this thought that the white haired menace grabs both arms of the chair you're sitting in. You blink. "Wha-" He spins the chair and you let out a little yell. When he finally stops the chair you slide out of it dazed. The world is still spinning a little. "W-what was that for..?"

"For biting me of course."

"Satoru, don't pick on them too much, you were asking for a reaction poking them like that," Geto admonishes him, though even dazed as you are you can hear the amusement in his voice.

There's an annoyed grunt from the beanbag couch and the lump that is Shoko wrapped in a blanket stands up and heads for the door after tossing the blanket over Gojo. "Guess I will go back to my own room if the three of you can't be quiet."

From your spot you wonder what you did to get lumped in with the two of them.

Gojo pulls the blanket off his head and sticks his tongue out at Geto. "Yeah yeah." Standing he grabs your arm unprompted to pull you off the floor and you stumble into him because the world is still spinning a little from how fast he spun the chair.

You push most of the way off his chest in embarrassment though your hands remain to keep you steady as the world slows back down. You look up at him from beneath your lashes with an unintentional pout and mumble out an apology.

"Oh and what are you sorry for?" He tilts his head to the side and it suddenly strikes you that in the mostly dark room he'd removed his glasses. The full force of his pretty eyes focused directly on you. That is until Geto Speaks up. "That's enough teasing, Satoru." He sits up fully in the bed crossing his legs as he turns his full attention to you.

Geto blessedly gives you an out. "___-chan, do you want to stay with us and watch another movie or do you think you're done?" Honestly you think you could hug him for giving you a clear choice. The thought makes your cheeks flush.

"uh... I should probably go back to my room, it's late yeah? I have to be up early to train." Your hands drop from Gojo's chest now that the world has stopped spinning.

The raven haired boy nods. "I'll walk you back to your room then."

"You don't gotta do that, senpai, i don't even have to go outside."

"I know, but I want to." He smiles at you so prettily.

Geto is bounced on the bed when Gojo flops down on the mattress.

You shift a little looking between the two of them for a moment. "Alright then.." your hand comes up to rub the back of your neck.

With that Geto is out of bed and walking you through the short halls to your room.

"Thanks for inviting me to watch movies with you guys tonight, or was that just Gojo-senpai?"

He hums. "No we both wanted you to join."

"Can I ask why?"

"What do you mean why?" He raises an eyebrow as he peers down at you. "We like your company, that's reason enough." You were skeptical and your expression must have told him as much as he sighs. "Do you think I spend my time between missions and classes training someone whose company I don't like? And do you think Satoru would stick around to add input if he didn't? Our time is too valuable for that."

"O-oh," you utter lamely before swallowing and speaking again. "Well, thank you, Geto-senpai." You weren't exactly used to people wanting your company. Before Jujutsu tech you were often viewed as being strange by your peers.

He messes up your hair. "Ack!" and when you glance up at him even while his hand is still on your head the smile he's giving you makes your heart thunder in your chest.

"You should call me Suguru."

"Isn't that a bit rude though? You're older than me and-"

"It's not rude if I've told you you can."

You're quiet for a moment as you reach your dorm room. He lets you be, giving you time to process your conversation. He leans against the wall by your door. "Well uh.. thank you again Ge- Suguru-senpai. It was nice at least until I fell asleep." You rock back on your heels before opening your bedroom door.

"Of course. I'll see you tomorrow then for training?"

You nod eagerly. "Yeah I'll see you then. Goodnight." You give him a little wave.

He bids you goodnight as well and goes to return to his room, likely to watch more movies with Gojo if you had to guess. After carefully closing the door you take a deep breath before throwing yourself onto your bed to squeal into your pillow and flail your legs to get out all your feelings from the night, especially the exchange you'd just had with Suguru.

Back in Suguru's room you miss when he sits in the desk chair Gojo had aggressively spun you in earlier and how it breaks dramatically beneath him. What you don’t miss is Gojo's cackling in the hall and the sounds of thudding footsteps outside your room as Suguru chases him. When you peek out your door into the hall to see what's going on they're already long gone.

AHHHH part 2 is officially finished! I hope everyone enjoys it. This is the longest thing i've written i a long while. Keep an eye out for part 3. Upcoming parts will have spoilers for season 2 and the manga.

Tag list! @icy-spicy @strawberrystepmom @nanamikentoseyebags @gojoest

Please let me know if you like it! I put a lot of work into this so far.

Part 3

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runningincircl3s · 17 days ago

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Nothing Ever After

Noah Sebastian x Reader x Vinny Mauro

Chapter Fourteen

chapter warnings: tiny mention of implied smut?

team vinny we are so up for the next few chapters :) sorry for the delay on posting this one, the next chapter might also be a little late because I'm soo busy this next week and I haven't had a chance to even begin editing it but as soon as I can I will get working on it because it's my favourite chapter I've written for this story so far and i really can't wait to share it with you!! <3

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“You don’t have to hide it from me, y’know?” Noah says, his hair falling over his eyes, hand gently placed on your waist as he smiles down at you, “I know how you feel about him.”

“What?”

“Vinny. I’ve seen the way you look at him, it’s okay if you’re in love with him, that’s why I’ve told him to meet us here.”

“Huh?” You laugh, "I'm not in love-"

“Look, he’s on his way.”

You look up and see Vinny walking towards the both of you, something looked different about him, but he was definitely still him.

“So you finally made your decision.” Vin smiles, a sparkle was in his eye that you had never seen before.

“What decision?” You didn't understand what was going on.

“You agreed.” Said Noah, his thumb drawing circles on your hip.

“To what?” You asked.

“I wasn’t too sure at first when Noah suggested it, baby,” Vinny began, “But the more I thought about it, the more I realised I wanted it.”

It finally clicked, and you understood why the both of them were here. A rush of excitement rushed through you, adreneline in your veins as you look between the two men in front of you. Your lips crashed into Vin’s as Noah’s found your neck, you’d had this thought many times before, but you never thought it would actually happen.

“God, I need you both,” you moan, feeling Vinny’s- or was it Noah’s hand cupping your breast, as the others' hand came down to your ass, “Please…”

“What do you think? Should we play nice?” Noah asked Vinny, who nodded his head.

"I think she deserves it."

"Please..." You whimpered, feeling Noah's hot breath tickle your ear as he whispered,

"Get on your knees, princess. Vin's being too kind, I think you need to earn it."

You dropped to your knees in front of Vinny, palming him over his joggers, the ache between your thighs was becoming unbearable as you tugged Vin's boxers down.

“Y/n.” You heard Vin pant as you took him in your mouth, your tongue dancing over his tip before you take him down your throat, Noah's voice whispering praises as he plays with your hair, “y/n…”

“Y/n! Rise and shine!” Vinny shouted, waking you from your nap.

“What the fuck, Vin!” You groaned, rubbing your eyes, “You just woke me up from the best dream I’ve had in years.”

“Oh yeah?” He smirked, “was I in it?”

“You wish.” You groaned, sitting up to stretch your arms, ignoring how your underwear felt slightly damp as you moved, making you feel rather uncomfortable. “What are you doing here anyway?”

“I broke my charger and Jolly’s letting me borrow his. Which one’s his bunk?”

“The one on top of mine.”

“Thanks.” He looks, and then freezes. He stands there in silence for a moment. You panicked internally, wondering if you were moaning his name in your sleep, “Can I ask you something?”

“Sure, I guess.” You say, reaching around to see where you left your phone when you fell asleep to hide the redness of your cheeks.

“It’s going to sound insane.”

“Of course, it’s coming from you.” You smirk.

“Y/n, I’m serious.”

“Okay, sorry. Ask away.” You wondered what could be that serious.

“It’s my parent’s 40th wedding anniversary this weekend and they’re having a party, they're renewing their vows...”

“Okay…” You expected him to ask you for help to re-dye his hair or to find something to wear or-

“The thing is... My parents think I have a girlfriend, I’ve never told them I do or don’t, but they’re expecting me to bring someone. I, uh, wanted to ask you because,” you’d never seen Vinny look this nervous in the entire month that you’ve known him, “Well, I thought maybe you could bring your camera, I could tell them my ‘girlfriend’ is a photographer. I’ll make sure I tell them that we’ve broken up next week so they don’t keep asking about you or asking about our plans for the future or-”

"So you want me to be your imaginary girlfriend."

"No- Well, I mean it's not like, I mean you won't-"

“Vinny, it's okay,” you smile, “I’ll do it. I don’t know how I’ll explain it to the rest of the guys-”

“If any of them ask I’ll tell them you’re coming with me just as a photographer, I’ve already thought this through.”

“Wow,” you chuckle, surprised he'd really thought about this, “You certainly have.”

“So you’ll definitely come with me?” He asked, “I think my dad might be calling me later so I’ll let him know.”

“What kind of friend would I be if I said no,” you gave him an innocent smile, “Tell Mr Mauro I said hello.”

“Oh, I was just coming to wake you up.” You hear Noah’s voice, “We’ve checked into our rooms, I’m so glad we’re here for the next few days, I have so much work to get done.” He sighed, reaching for his laptop that he left in his bunk.

“Vin’s just told me his parents are having an anniversary party this weekend and they’ve asked me to be their photographer, isn’t that right, Vin?”

“Yeah," Vin scratches the back of his neck, "They’ve seen some of the pictures y/n's taken from the last few weeks and asked if she was free this weekend. It’s on Saturday night so we’ll stay there and come back on Sunday.”

“Oh that’s great,” Noah smiled, rubbing your shoulder, and all of a sudden seeing Noah and Vin both stood over you, you got a flashback to your dream. “And there you were weeks ago worrying you wouldn’t get booked.” You smiled back at him, agreeing.

"Anyway that's all I had to say," Vin smiled, spotting Jolly's phone charger. You had to look away as he reached up to Jolly's bunk, his sweater raising and exposing the trail of hair below his belly button- "See you guys!"

"Bye Vin." You give him a little wave as he walked off.

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Once you’ve checked into your room and searched through your suitcase you realised you didn’t really have anything to wear for this type of occasion. You had party outfits, casual outfits, but nothing you could imagine wearing for an anniversary party.

You sent a text to Angela asking if she was busy in the next couple of days and wanted to go shopping with you, you knew her schedule and knew she had nothing going on during your guys' break. It was currently Thursday, and the party was on Saturday night, meaning you and Vinny would have to leave in the morning or the night before to make it to his parent's town in time.

Whilst you were sat on your bed looking online for outfit inspiration, you heard a knock at your door. You throw your phone down on the bed and get up to see who was disturbing you.

“Everything okay?” You ask, letting him in.

“Yeah, I just wanted to see you.” He smiled, shutting the door behind himself.

“You see me pretty much everyday, Noah.” You laughed, sitting back down on your bed.

“Yeah, but like you pointed out the other day, the only time we ever get to spend together alone is when you’re under me or pushed against a wall.” He chuckles, sitting with you, his back against the headboard. “I don’t remember the last time we had a proper conversation.”

“You warned me about how busy the tour life is, this just proves it, doesn't it?” You smiled, “I still can’t believe this past month has been real. I’ll never be able to repay Bryan or you guys for this.”

“I can think of a few ways you can repay me.” Noah smirks, and you shake your head.

“I thought you wanted to spend time with me without-”

“Yeah, yeah, I’m sorry.” He held his hands up, thinking of a way to change the topic. “I don’t know if I ever asked you how you and Bryan met?”

“Through the photography club at school,” you explain, “I changed schools when I had just turned 14 and I had no friends, we had just moved to a new town, so at lunch I spent my time in the art classrooms and it just so happened they were starting a photography club in the class I’d go to. I wasn’t even that into photography or anything, but that's where I met Bryan. He was quite new to the school too and only had a handful of friends, so everyone who already had their friendship groups would sit together and because we didn’t have anyone we were just put together on a separate table. So over the weeks we finally started talking to each other, and realised we had a lot in common, then we just became best friends from there.” You smiled at the memory, wondering if Bryan still remembered it as clearly as you.

“It’s weird to think if that never happened you wouldn’t be here right now.” He said, “So you didn’t even want to get into photography?”

“No,” you laughed, “I guess it just sort of happened.”

“I’m glad it happened,” he smiled, “And I’m glad you’re here.”

As you looked into his eyes, you felt nothing but pure guilt. How could you not tell him about you and Vinny? You were sure he was feeling more for you than he’d let on, and you were about to go to a party with Vinny and pretend to be his girlfriend.

“Noah, look... There’s something I need to tell you.”

*Buzz buzz*

“Shit sorry I really need to take this-” Noah reached for his phone, answering it and rushing to leave your room.

You couldn’t say you didn’t try.

You groaned as he left, reaching for your phone to see if Angela’s replied to your texts yet.

“Ooh what kind of party are you going to ;)”

“I’m not doing anything this afternoon, I could come and pick you up if you want x”

You thought for a moment before you replied to her. You knew whatever Noah’s call was about was probably important, but there’s been countless times where he’s prioritised other things over you.

“I’m ready when you are x” You replied, leaving your phone on the bed as you went to find a hoodie and a pair of shoes, and then your door knocked again.

“I’m so sorry that was one of the guys from our record label asking about-”

“Angela’s coming to pick me up in a minute so I’ve gotta go, sorry Noah.” You snapped, not even bothering to look at him as you walk out of your room, shutting the door behind you and beginning to walk away.

“Y/n? Have I done something?” Noah asked, shaking his head in confusion. You stop in your tracks, thinking before you open your mouth.

“Every time I get a chance to spend time with you, or try to talk to you about something serious, something always comes up. I know things like this are out of your control but it happens too often and it pisses me off.”

“Like when?”

“Like when we’re occupied in bed and you suddenly get a call and you leave me laying there to answer it, like when we make plans and you’ve just so happened to forget you had an interview to do, or when we’re out and you see someone you know and you forget I’m even there. I don’t feel seen with you, Noah.”

“I’m not being funny, y/n, but we aren’t even together. To put it harshly, you always knew the band comes first, and if I remember right you just wanted casual sex, no actual relationship. So why does it bother you so much?”

Your jaw drops in disbelief at his words, he really went there.

“So I don’t mean anything to you?” Your heart was racing in your chest, you felt sick, angry and upset.

“I never fucking said that, did I?”

“You don’t need to say it, I know where I stand with you, Noah.” You argue, and other hotel guests slow down as they walk past, clearly trying to listen in on what’s happening.

“Can we not do this here?” Noah hisses.

“Good idea. I’ll see you later, Noah. I’m going out with Angela, because she cares about me, to buy a dress to wear to Vin’s family party because guess what, I bet on anything that he cares about me a whole lot more than you do.”

“You don’t know how I feel about you, y/n.” Noah says, the sound of defeat in his voice.

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“I’ll see you later, y/n!” He mocks, walking in the opposite direction to you.

“Noah? What the fuck!”

He didn’t answer, he didn’t even bother to look at you.

You groaned, trying not to cry from the frustration, and made your way through the hotel to wait for Angela to pick you up.

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“So… What’s the occasion? You never told me when I asked.” Angela asked as you both searched through racks of clothes.

“Vinny invited me to his parent’s anniversary party.”

“Oh… So not anything slutty, okay…” She giggled.

“But get this, he told me that his parents think he has a girlfriend, he’s never told him that does or doesn’t, so he wants me to pretend to be his girlfriend for the night.”

“Well that’s a Vinny lie if I’ve ever heard one.”

“What?”

“He totally just said that to get you to go with him so he can show you off. He’s really close with his family, there’s no way they would think he’s dating someone if he hasn’t said he is.”

“Well we’ll see about that then,” you smirk, “But what if I do want to pretend to be his girlfriend for the night, that would definitely piss Noah off.”

“Oh... What’s he done now?” Angela stops looking and turns to you, her hand on her hip.

“Nothing, yet everything, he’s just really annoyed me." You sigh, "He turns up to my room to spend time with me but then he gets a call and he runs out, it’s not like I don’t know his business, surely he should be able to take work calls around me.”

“It sounds like he doesn’t trust you…” She frowned.

“Exactly!”

“Oh my god y/n look!” She pulls out a gorgeous red dress, making you gasp, “Try it on! Try it on!” You claps, handing it over to you.

“I don’t know if red’s my colour…”

“That's even more of a reason for you to try it on and see if it is!” She smirks, “...But I do know it’s Vin’s favourite colour.”

You give her a look, before taking it and heading to the changing rooms to try it on.

“I think it’s a little tight…” You say as you walk out, and Angela’s jaw drops as you do a little twirl, “What do you think?”

“I think you're the most gorgeous girl ever!" She grins, "And I think Vinny's going to ask you to be his girlfriend for real when he sees this.” She suddenly gasps, giving you a serious look as she hands you your phone back. “Send a picture to Noah.”

“Why? He thinks I’m only going as a photographer.”

“What?”

“Vin came up with the plan to tell the guys I was only invited because his parents wanted a photographer, I thought it was a pretty good lie.”

“Vinny came up with that one didn’t he,” she laughed, “I guess they’ll believe it though.”

“Noah did.” You check yourself out in the mirror, and eventually pull your phone out from your bag and take a couple pictures in the mirror. You’d think about whether it was a good idea to send them or not as you shopped for a new pair of shoes.

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“It’s actually pretty fortunate for you that there aren’t any shows this week,” you say as Vinny drives, “Did you plan the tour around this?”

“Kinda,” he says, looking over his shoulder as he turns onto his road, you wish you knew how he even made driving look so hot, “It's the longest tour we've done and knew we needed a break each month so we don’t all completely burn out, and it just so happened this weekend was during that break.”

Vinny thought it would be a good idea to hire a car from the city the guys were staying in for their break from tour to drive back to his house so the two of you could stay there for the night before taking his car and driving down to his parents town tomorrow.

“I don’t think my roommate’s here at the moment.” He says as he pulls up, parking the car in his driveway.

“Not that it matters,” you chuckle, checking your phone. You had sent the pictures to Noah yesterday, but you hadn’t heard from him since, he hadn’t even seen the messages. “What time have we got to leave tomorrow?”

“Probably around 12.” He says, getting out of the car and unlocking the door.

You smiled as you walked into his house, it was just how you’d pictured it. Framed awards on the walls and tour posters, a massive tv on the wall and a bong that he made sure to clarify was his roomate's. You turn around to see him bringing both yours and his suitcase in from the car, rather surprised by his strength as you see him carry them both up the steps to his porch with ease.

“Your house is so cute.” You smile, and by his reaction, he seemed rather offended.

“Cute?” He raised his eyebrows, as if to say 'seriously?' “Y/n I’m a guy…I live here with a guy… Our house is not cute!”

“Then how would you describe it?” You chuckle as he shuts the door behind him.

“I don’t know… Manly? Homely?"

You rolled your eyes, watching Vin put the keys away before he insisted on giving you a house tour, showing you around room by room.

“And this is where the magic happens!” He opens the door to the basement, putting his arm out as if to say ‘ladies first!’

“Do you know how creepy that sounds?” You laugh, slowly descending the staircase to his basement.

“This is where my drums are, I do my drum streams down here-”

“Can you give me a private show?” You gasped, but to your disappointment Vinny laughed and shook his head.

“I’ve been playing basically every other night for the last month! Surely you’ve heard enough.”

“Please?” You plead, watching as he tries to hide the smile on his face.

“Maybe later.” He gives in, walking you back up the stairs to his kitchen after showing you around the room.

“Can I request a song?”

“Depends,” he says, shutting the basement door, “Do I know it?”

“How am I supposed to know what you know, or don’t?”

“What is it?” He asked, reaching into his fridge, pulling out a sprite. “Want a drink?”

“Yes please,” you smiled, “I heard you played ‘somebody told me’ the night I wasn’t feeling well and stayed on the bus and you haven't played it again after…”

“So you want me to play it for you?” He asked, handing you a drink.

“Please? I’m coming to your parents’ anniversary party as your fake girlfriend, don’t you think you owe me something?”

“You’ve got a point there,” he acknowledges, “I need to shower first and pack for the weekend, but then I’ll do it.”

“Yay!” You grinned, “Can I take a shower after you?”

“Of course.” He smiled softly, “Also if you want my bed tonight I’ll sleep on the couch. I changed the sheets before I left for tour so they’re fresh-”

“I can’t kick you out of your own bedroom…” You frowned, “I’ll have the couch. I don’t care!”

“I will not let you sleep on my couch.” He chuckled, and a thought crossed your mind.

“If we were okay to share a bed the first night we met then I’m sure we’ll be okay again tonight, right?”

“If you're comfortable with that then we can.” He smiled, “I’m gonna go get in the shower, then it’ll be all yours. But in the meantime make yourself at home.”

“Thank you.” You said, watching as he left, walking up the stairs.

You made your way to his living room, getting comfy on the couch and scrolling through your phone. You tried not to think about Noah, but you couldn't help but wish he'd text you back. Whilst Vin was in the shower you considered calling him, but you didn't want to come across clingy. Maybe he just needed to calm down.

"I left my fucking shampoo in my bag." You heard Vinny laugh as he ran down the stairs, a white towel wrapped around his hips as he threw his suitcase onto the sofa beside you and searched through it.

You took a deep breath to calm your mind as you tried to be respectful, but you couldn't help but look at him. His wet curls, his bare chest, the bracelet on his wrist, the veins on his arms... You blinked, trying to concentrate on your phone but he definitely seemed to notice you staring, smirking before he walked back up the stairs.

You already knew it was going to be a long weekend.

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#noah sebastian x reader #nothing ever after <3 #vinny mauro x reader #noah sebastian fanfic #vinny mauro fanfic #motionless in white fanfic #bad omens fanfic

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trek-tracks · 4 months ago

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hi.

I just wanted to say...I ended up landing back on your blog a while ago, following an ongoing TOS hyperfixation. it was the first time I'd looked at tumblr again in ages. and I happened to stumble across a post where you had left these tags--

and that, uh, absolutely floored me. like, when I say I didn't think anyone would notice I was gone, I don't mean that anyone did anything to make me think that--it's just, when you get a head full up with depression, it's real easy to convince yourself of things like that, you know? and you can do all kinds of positive thinking exercises to try to fight it, but actually having a concrete rebuttal come along and knock the whole narrative down is something else entirely.

it's a whole thing and I don't want to traumadump on you or anything. I just, uh, wanted to say thanks, I guess. also I now have a folder full of TOS text post memes saved, so thanks for that too.

I spent the past few days debating whether or not to answer this publicly, and please let me know if you'd rather I take it down. In the end, I think it's important that a) everyone knows I think you're awesome, and b) to send the message to everyone that more people care about you than you think. (Yes, you, reading this. I don't care what your brain says. You are important to people, even if you don't know it yet.)

I had no hope or expectation you would ever see those tags, and they are honest. You were one of my early friends on Tumblr, back when I was really seeing what this platform was all about. I loved your insights, I loved your jokes, and I always enjoyed our interactions. I saw that you were having a hard time, and I was definitely worried when you left. However, I didn't want to ask you to come back to a platform that was clearly draining to you, or be another expectation in a sea of expectations. I googled you a few times for my own peace of mind, but that's as far as it got. In this online world, sometimes it's hard to show we care without feeling awkward or overbearing.

Ultimately, though, the thing about this online world is that we also never completely disappear, especially if we interact with each other. Chains of posts and responses are snapshots of friendships, ephemera preserved in time. It's sad and fond and lovely all at once. Every once in a while, that past resurfaces, and we remember. Sometimes I wish we could know when someone is thinking about us, a little pinprick of warmth we could carry around, but maybe it'd get excessive and feel like heartburn.

I want anyone who follows this blog to know--if we're mutuals, or if you show up in my notifications every once in a while (because after my initial burst of following people I've become really remiss about adding mutuals, which is only a good thing because it would mean I'd spend even more time on Tumblr), I think about you, and I hope you're doing well. You matter.

When I say that I am thrilled that you're back and recovering, Rev, I mean it with my whole whole heart. It made my week. So often we don't get to read the next chapter of our online friends' lives, and thank you so much for updating us.

#asks #apathetic-revenant #tumblr #tumblr friends #my life

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ereardon · 6 months ago

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Golden Hour || Ch. 8

[Bob Floyd x Bradley Bradshaw x OC]

A Bob Floyd & Bradley Bradshaw AU [Hart of Dixie inspired]

Synopsis: Willow, Georgia. Barely even a town, just a speck on a map that you tried to wipe off, mistaking it for a crumb. You’re the outsider: a fancy New York doctor, fresh out of a failed engagement, with zero primary care experience. You’re also the new town doctor, taking over for a recent retiree who was beloved. His son, Bob Floyd, is the other physician at the practice, and takes an immediate dislike to you. But you were looking for a fresh start, and Willow doesn’t seem all that bad if you can get past the fact that there's only one restaurant in town. It helps that you've caught the eye of Bradley Bradshaw, the town attorney, despite the fact that you vowed to take a break from dating. How long until you start to make friends in a town where social circles have been set in stone since elementary school? And what will it take to make Bob Floyd see you’re not as bad as he wants to believe you are?

Pairing: Bob Floyd x OC; Bradley Bradshaw x OC

Tropes: Love triangle, enemies to lovers

Warnings: Angst, cursing, death

Chapter summary: Bob deals with the death of his father; Olive is surprised when Bob shows up at her doorstep in the middle of the night

WC: 2.3K

Masterlist here; previous chapter here; next chapter here

“Dr. Floyd, I need a consult.” You stepped out into the hallway and turned left. Bob’s door was closed and you knocked once, twice, before pushing it open. “Floyd?”

The room was empty. Molly hurried out of her seat. “The doctor isn’t in.”

You frowned. “It’s Tuesday. He’s always here on Tuesdays.”

She shook her head. “It’s his father.”

You turned to the patient on the examination table. “Mr. Johnson, I’m so sorry. I’m going to have to have you come back tomorrow.”

He barely had his shirt rebuttoned from where you had been checking his lungs before you were out the front door of the office, jogging down the steps in your Jimmy Choos.

***

It rained. One woman in the church said she thought the sky was crying for Dr. Floyd. And despite the fact that you hadn’t grown up with a lick of God in your life, you agreed with her.

It rained on the roof of the small church so loud that the pastor had to practically yell into the congregation.

It rained so hard during the burial that most people stayed back at the church potluck. Only a few people watched as they lowered the casket into the ground.

Bob stood at the front, hair dripping wet into his face. You watched as Caroline approached him, reached for his hand, and he stepped away, brushing her aside.

You stood in the back, near a large oak tree, and at some point it was hard to distinguish what was rain and what were tears as water streamed down your face. A part of you ached for a man you had only met once.

Perhaps it wasn’t sadness for Robert. Perhaps it was the fact that you knew you were watching Bob lose himself as he lost his father. That was something he would never be able to get back.

On the way to your car, a hand touched your shoulder. You turned, eyes wide. Bradley held out an umbrella and covered the two of you, your bodies close, almost touching. “Olive,” he said softly. It was the first time you had seen him since Thanksgiving. The office had gone into a frenzy with Bob out for two weeks, mourning his father’s death and preparing for the funeral. You had called, once, and it went to voicemail. You hung up before the beep.

“Bradley,” you replied. “Hi. I didn’t see you.”

“I didn’t expect to see you here.” He frowned. “Are you alright?”

“I hate funerals, is all.”

“Don’t we all?”

You nodded. “I guess so. Would be odd to like one.”

“Are you going to the potluck at the church?” he asked.

You shook your head. “I uh, I have a lot of work to catch up on. Charting that I haven’t gotten around to doing.” You looked out over his shoulder where Bob stood with the pastor and a few others. “Besides, I only met Dr. Floyd once. I don’t want to impose.”

Bradley nodded. He leaned down and kissed your cheek. “I’ll call you, OK? I have a trial, out near Savannah, so I’ll be gone for the next few days. But I’ll call you when I’m back.”

“I’d like that.”

He handed you the umbrella. “Here, take this.”

“Oh, no I couldn’t.”

“Olive,” he said and his voice scratched at an inner part of your stomach. “Take the umbrella.”

“Alright.” You watched as Bradley turned and walked back toward where Bob was standing. And just as you were about to get into the car, Bob pivoted toward where you stood in the parking lot. You held up one hand in a motionless wave.

He turned away without reciprocating. You sighed and ducked into the driver’s seat.

***

The knock on the door startled you out of a haphazard nap on the couch. You shot up and grimaced, back aching, as the sound continued.

“Fuck, I’m coming!” you shouted. If it was Phoenix, she would have just barged in. You didn’t lock the door anymore.

Swinging open the door, you gasped.

Bob stood on your doorstep, his eyes wide, one hand on his chest, his face shiny with sweat. “I think I’m having a heart attack.”

“What?” You looked around but he was alone. “What, I, come in.” You practically yanked him inside. “Go, sit.” He collapsed into the plush chair you had in the living room, head tipped back, breathing laboriously.

You ran for your medical bag, pulling out the stethoscope and standing at Bob’s side.

“Are you having chest pain?” He nodded. “Is it tightness and squeezing or sharp stabbing?”

“Shooting pain.”

“Is your arm tingling?” you asked and he shook his head. You bent down. “Keep breathing for me, OK?” You took his wrist in yours, flipping it upside down and feeling for his pulse. Bob’s forearms were strong with prominent veins and you felt for a moment, eyes closed, for his pulse. Tachycardic for sure, but not insanely elevated.

“Take a deep breath,” you said, putting the earpieces into your ears and pressing the cold end of the stethoscope against Bob’s bare back, your fingertips sliding beneath his thin t-shirt. “In and out.” It was even. Slightly ragged, but not like he was struggling. “Are you nauseous?” Head shake. “Any pain in your jaw or shoulder blade?” Another shake.

You pulled the stethoscope away and put it in your bag gently.

“You’re not having a heart attack.”

Bob looked up, blue eyes wide. “What?”

“It’s a panic attack.”

For a moment, Bob was silent. Then he shook his head furiously before grimacing. You put one hand on his knee instinctively and his blue eyes zeroed in on your fingertips on his thigh. “No.” His voice was thin, wobbly. “It’s a heart attack.”

“Bob,” you said quietly. “We both know the symptoms of a heart attack and a panic attack overlap quite a bit. Feeling out of breath, sweating, racing pulse. Without an EKG or blood work I can’t be one hundred percent positive.” You paused. “But I’m pretty sure that an anxiety attack isn’t out of the question, given what you’re going through.”

Bob was quiet. His eyes fluttered closed for a minute, his leg bouncing erratically.

“If you want, I’ll drive you to the county hospital. We’ll get testing done, just to be safe.”

“It’s a heart attack,” he repeated, standing up, accidently kicking your medical bag over. “What do you know?” Bob stomped out of the room and you rocked back onto your heels, shocked, before standing up and trailing behind him.

The door was flung open wide, the rain still pummeling down. “Bob!” you cried out. “Bob, please!”

He stopped walking. You sighed and stepped out from the porch, bare feet slapping against the wood steps as you made your way down the walk toward him. You circled where Bob stood.

“He’s gone,” you said, voice rising above the sound of the rain and his blue eyes found yours. “He’s gone and that’s terrible and I’m sorry. I’m so sorry. And I might have only met him once. But he loved you, with everything he had. And he wouldn’t want you to feel like this. Your world isn’t ending. I promise.”

Bob looked up at the sky before returning his gaze to you. “Then why does it feel like I’m dying?”

“A part of you died with him,” you said. “Just a part. A fraction. It’ll get better.”

“What if it doesn’t?”

“It will.”

“How do you know?”

“Because it did for me,” you said and his eyes widened. “I was twenty. And sometimes I still pick up the phone to call him. But he’s gone and he’s been gone. And I’m still here.” You reached out and took his hand in yours. “Come inside,” you pleaded. “I’m tired of the rain.”

“I should go.”

“Get your ass inside,” you said and Bob’s eyebrows shot up. “I’m sorry,” you added quickly. “But you came here for a reason. So get inside, please.”

The two of you were soaking. Bob’s shoes trailed water into the entryway of the guest house as you wiped down your muddy bare feet.

“Wait here,” you said, rushing off to the back of the house, stripping off your wet clothes and throwing them in the bathtub and tossing on a robe before flinging open the back closet, coughing as a plume of dust slid from the top shelf. The first week you had moved in you’d discovered that Phoenix’s brother-in-law had left some clothes in the guest house at some point. He must have been banished there more than once.

You returned to the entryway, holding them out to Bob. “Here,” you said as he took them. “I don’t know if they’ll fit. But they’re dry.” You hesitated. “I, uh, I’ll be in there.”

Pacing in a circle, you rushed to put things away. Living without Peter meant you could be a slob. You were still figuring out who you were without him. And that meant empty food containers and unopened boxes littered every surface.

The door opened slowly. “Can, I, um, can I come in?”

“Of course.” You sat down and Bob took the spot next to you on the couch. Bob Floyd had been in your living room exactly one time before. And somehow, everything since then had changed.

“He liked you,” Bob said quietly. “My father.”

“Really?”

He nodded. “Said you were exactly what this town needed.” He paused. “He said you were what I needed.”

“Bob, I—”

“I’m sorry,” he interrupted.

You frowned. “Sorry for what?”

“Being an ass. When you first got here.”

You shrugged. “That’s how it goes, right?”

“You’re good,” Bob replied. “You’re smart. Too smart to be here.”

“You’re just as smart.”

“You don’t fit in, Olive,” he replied and you opened your mouth to respond but he filled the gap. “I don’t mean that in a bad way. You’re doing just fine. But you’re better than this. You’re bigger than this.”

“I’ve done big and better,” you said quietly. “It didn’t work out for me.”

“Do you miss him?” he asked.

“No.” You ran your fingers through your hair, pulling your legs up beneath your body on the couch cushion. “That sounds strange, right? The man I was going to spend the rest of my life with, and I don’t even miss him. But the further I am from Peter the more I realized that we were never each other’s soulmates. We were just two people who occupied the same space at the same time.”

“You believe in soulmates.” It wasn’t a question, just a statement.

“Don’t you?”

Bob shook his head. “I don’t know. Maybe. It’s not very scientific of you, Dr. James.”

“I’m not the one who misdiagnosed my own panic attack as a cardiovascular emergency.” Bob paused and your face dropped. “Shit, sorry. Too soon?”

His blue eyes lingered on yours. “No. I was just thinking that if I hadn’t come here tonight thinking I might be dying, I’d never know that you sleep with a stuffed animal.” He pointed across the room and through the open doorway to the queen bed where a stuffed walrus sat.

You hung your head in your hands. “Oh my God.”

Bob laughed. The sound sparkled in the confines of the guest house. Outside, rain pelted the siding. You looked up at him. He was beautiful when he wasn’t scowling. There was something gentle in his demeanor that often got overlooked.

You watched as his face, lit up in a grin, fall. He stood up. “I should go,” he said. “I just kind of barged in. I’m sorry.”

“Stay.” It surprised you, even as you were saying it. It surprised Bob as well. You could tell by the way his eyebrows raised, practically touching his hairline.

“What?”

You stood, the edge of your robe catching on your foot as you untangled your limbs, a flash of upper thigh. “It’s raining like crazy out there. And I would feel like shit if I let you leave and you actually did have a heart attack.”

Bob smirked. “OK Dr. James. I’ll stay.”

Bob stood awkwardly near the door as you gathered a few pillows and blankets, setting them out on the couch. As you went to spread out the blankets, he stepped closer. “I’ve got it, Olive,” he whispered.

You straightened and turned. Bob was only a foot or so away. He looked older, if that was possible. Blue eyes duller than normal. Exhaustion ran across every crevice of his face. You knew that face all too well. The feeling of not knowing what was next when your life was upside down.

Before you could stop yourself, you leaned forward, wrapping your arms around his neck, pulling him into a hug. Bob hesitated for a moment before his hands reached around your waist, laying flat against the silk of your robe. And just as you were about to pull away, Bob tugged you in tighter, dropping his head low so it rested against yours. The two of you stood there, wrapped in each other’s arms, for a moment before his grip loosened and he backed away, cheeks pink.

“Goodnight, Olive,” he said softly.

“Goodnight, Bob.” You walked over to the bedroom doorway and pulled the double doors shut, pressing your back against the wood, heart beating erratically.

How had you gone from hating Bob Floyd to this in a matter of months?

On the other side of the solid wood door, Bob sat down on the couch, his eyes trained on the closed door. He flexed his hands at his side, the memory of the way you felt beneath his fingertips unrelenting in his mind.

You fell asleep almost instantly, the sound of the rain beating against the windows and knowing that Bob wasn’t more than twenty feet away making it the best sleep you’d had since you arrived in Willow.

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jadededge · 1 year ago

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Siren | Christian Yu - Ch. 2

Pairing: Christian x You

Genre: Demon AU, Romance, Smut, slight Horror

Rating: M

Summary: That voice. It started calling me during the darkest moments of the night, like a siren luring me further into the deep and it has continued for weeks.

Wattpad | AO3 (will likely always update these 2 places first)

Navigation: Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3

I'm awake. "I'm awake. What was that?" My heart was racing as I tried to cling to the details of what I'm sure was just a dream. A very vivid dream. But it felt so real. As I tried to sit up, I wince. My body is sore all over but I can't remember what happened to me.

After laying for what felt like hours, I got up to get ready for work. I slowly make my way to the mirror and take a look at myself. "What is that?!" I zero in on a strange bruise just below my right breast. It's got a funny shape, but I cant remember exactly how it got there.

In the distance of my mind I vaguely recall bits of what happened in the dream but with every passing moment I forget more and more, including his name. I can only see clearly his eye, his eyes. And that voice.

Shrugging off the unease that crept up my spine, I continued my routine, inspecting my body for anymore abnormalities. I wasn't looking forward to going to sleep that night but I told myself, just get through today and worry about that later.

Though, since that day, I stopped hearing the voice. The first couple of nights, I was afraid to fall asleep. I was afraid I would be lured back into his or its lair. But nothing. I slept peacefully for quite a few days. On the sixth day, I chalked it up to my imagination. The bruise disappeared, and I slowly began to go back to normal. His eye, his eyes, and that voice were the only memories of the dream that remained.

On the 7th day, however, my literal world turned upside down.

"I'm exhausted. How much longer must we carry this load." My coworker Kira laments as we chat during lunch at a café near the office. "It's been 3 weeks since Jason got fired and we're still carrying these extra assignments."

"I know. I didn't think he was the type to steal. He's honestly the best director I've worked for. You know, other than the stealing thing." I add.

She nods, "Same! I heard they may be close to finding someone. They need to hurry it along. We've got a deadline and a butt load to go."

I nod in agreement.

Once we arrived back at the office, we noticed quite a few people up and gathering around one of the manager's door. Another coworker Andrew is hanging back and looking on.

"What's going on?" I ask.

"Boss found a replacement for Jason. Guess they finalized everything over lunch." He whispers to Kira and I.

"Oh wow! I wonder if he's cute." Kira says excitedly causing Jason to roll his eyes.

I can't clearly see the new person from where we're standing. But just as the crowd parts slightly, I get a clear view, and my heart stops.

I gasp and freeze in place. "You okay?" Kira asks.

I can't answer and my vision tunnels. As if he sensed me, he turns to me and stares directly into my eyes and smiles slowly, a bright devious smile. I start to panic.

"I'm uh. I'm okay. I just need to sit down for a second." I retreat to my office quickly and shut the door.

"It's him. I- I can't remember what he did but it's him. How?" I start panicking. I really wanted to go home. I can't think straight and there's no way I'm going to get any work done. "Let me at least email Kira and let her know I'm working from home the rest of the day." And tomorrow.

As I'm packing my things to go, a knock at my door broke me out of my thoughts. "Come in."

I don't know why I didn't expect him to walk in, because of course.

"Hi." He steps in smiling brightly at me. Something about it was sinister. "You must be..."

"You." It slips out before I'm able to contain myself.

He tilts his head to the side, still smiling. "Me?"

"Yes. Y- you" I'm stuttering I never stutter. I realized I'm scared, but I cant scream. I can't ask for help. His voice sounds similar but not the same. It's not as deep. Am I imagining things?

"Yes I'm Christian. Your new supervisor." He steps further into my office, not closing the door completely. That does little to comfort me. "You must be..." he extends his hand to shake mine.

The way he sounds when he says my name makes my head spin. It was much deeper. Guttural. Just like that voice. Deep down, I know it's him. But he shows no signs of skipping a beat. I feel like I'm losing it again. I quickly stand trying to grasp my sanity. I place my hand in his and it all comes back to me. The dream I had mostly forgotten. I've got to get away from him. I pull my hand back quickly.

"I'm uh-sorry, I was leaving early for the day. I'm not feeling well and I really need to leave."

"Oh I'm sorry to hear that. I hope you get some rest." He's just smiling.

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imtrashraccoon · 10 months ago

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This chapter turned out much different than I planned but it's a good change. I have learned that my biggest writing weakness is impulse. I usually only struggle when I impulsively decide to change or write something else.

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First Day, Previous Day, & Next Day.

Bad Sansuary: Nightmare - PJs

Word Count: 2,153

You were thinking about going to bed soon when a gentle knock sounded on your front door. You were already in your pajamas and it was rather late, so who could be at your door?

You retrieved your brass knuckles and slipped them on just in case. Taking a peek through the peephole, you were relieved to see that it was only Nightmare standing outside. Then the absurdity of this situation set in and you did a double take, looking again.

What was he doing outside your door?

Setting the weapons aside, you unlocked the door and opened it. "Hi, uh... I wasn't expecting you..." You chuckled and rubbed the back of your neck before adding, "What's the occasion?"

His permanent smile widened and he let out a soft chuckle. "I just wanted to come see you in person, my dear. I hope I'm not intruding?" His tentacles slowly undulated behind him as he spoke.

You shrugged your shoulders and stood back from the door to let him in. "Nah, I don't mind," you answered.

Once he'd come inside, you shut the door again and turned to him. "It's a bit late to really do anything together. So, unless you wanted to do something, is this like...a sleepover?" You couldn't help teasing him a little bit as you still weren't sure what he thought of you.

He seemed kind of confused and he studied you quietly for a moment. "Did you want me to stay over?" he asked in a soft voice.

You hadn't expected him to seem actually interested but you nodded. "Yeah, if you're able to I wouldn't mind. I've been a bit lonely lately, you know?"

His bonebrows furrowed with concern but he said nothing. He didn't need to anyways as you both knew what the reason for that was. You hadn't heard from any of your skeleton friends all week, and while spending time with Nightmare in the dream world was nice, you couldn't help missing your other friends too.

You decided to focus on something else rather than spoil a potentially fun evening. So, you started to pull out a bunch of extra blankets and pillows from your closet. Nightmare just sort of watched while you set about arranging them into a comfy nest of sorts on the floor in the living room.

You'd experienced very few actual sleepovers growing up, but thanks to the magic of tv and movies, you knew approximately what to do. It helped that you were already in your pajamas, even if they weren't cute ones and literally just a pair of shorts and an old t-shirt. While you didn't feel like making snacks, you could watch some random television together if Nightmare wanted to join you.

He was still just quietly watching you and it was making you wonder if he was alright. So, you decided to try and distract him.

"Do you have like...a favorite pair of pajamas, like something that's really warm and comfy? Or do you not care for that sort of thing?" You glanced over at him once you were satisfied with the blanket nest and tilted your head curiously for his response.

He got a bit of an amused look and shook his skull. "I do have pajamas but I don't actually require sleep, with the whole being a god situation." He hummed in a thoughtful way and added, "I can sleep I suppose but it doesn't give any real benefits whether I do or not."

"Huh... I guess that makes sense." You pursed your lips thoughtfully. "I didn't even consider you may not have to deal with fatigue like the rest of us."

He chuckled, "That's not entirely correct... Using too much magic is still tiring of course but that's not usually an issue." He glanced around before adding, "Give me a minute and I'll be back."

You nodded and watched as his body seemed to liquify before sinking into the floorboards and completely disappearing. You guessed that was his way of teleporting? Of course, he had to be much more dramatic than the boys were, who all just sort of disappeared with no melting involved.

He reappeared about a minute later just as he'd said but he was dressed differently this time. He wore gray plaid button up pajamas with a black silk bathrobe and fuzzy slippers. Honestly, it was kind of basic considering his usual penchant for finery, but pajamas were supposed to be comfortable to make sleep come easier.

"It's a little over the top for sleeping, isn't it?" you joked. You kind of felt out done right now in all honesty.

Nightmare sat down next to you with a huff. "I very rarely even try to sleep, okay?" His voice had a slight growl to it and there was the faintest hint of a cyan glow over his zygomatic bones. While he was quick to mask how you'd managed to fluster him, you knew what you saw.

"I think they suit you though," you said with a hum and leaned back against the couch. "You wanna just hang out and watch tv for a bit until one of us passes out?"

"Maybe until you pass out, my dear," he teased and lightly ruffled your hair.

You shot him an annoyed look but there wasn't any malice in it. You both sat there for a while just enjoying being close and watching some random reality tv show.

"Hey, can I ask you something?" you asked after a couple minutes.

He turned, giving you his full attention. "Of course, what's on your mind?"

"I've been thinking about what you said last night and I think I would like you to draw me into an Encounter. I want to know what my soul looks like."

He studied you for a moment before taking a deep breath. "Why do you really want to know?" he asked. His voice had taken on a much more serious tone now and his eye socket was narrowed as he continued watching you.

You were a bit taken aback by his question. You were just curious as it wasn't something society had allowed you to know. There wasn't anything wrong with that, right...?

Nightmare clicked his non-existent tongue and tilted your chin up so you'd look at him again. "I don't need to be a god to know that there's another reason you want this. However, I can feel the turmoil in your soul and you really should be honest with yourself."

You sighed and fiddled with your nails. "I guess... I just want to know what all four of you see in me that's so special... Why else would any of you continue to hang around?"

You felt his tentacles slither around you and he pulled you closer, wrapping his arms around your body as well. He held you close and gently leaned his skull against your forehead.

"You've been worrying about this for a while, haven't you?" he murmured.

"Yeah... It's only gotten worse lately..."

He ran his claws through your hair in a soothing way. "I'm sorry, I certainly didn't help with matters either I'm sure. Your soul is what makes you...you. None of us would have gotten so close with you if there wasn't something special."

You sighed, "That's the thing though... I just want to know what that is."

"It's your ability to be kind, dear." His tone sounded so confident and sure of himself that you found yourself speechless. He gave your body a light squeeze and continued, "Or rather, your ability to be kind despite everything you've been through and how you put yourself into other's perspectives."

You hummed quietly as you thought over what he'd said. Anyone could be kind though. You still didn't understand why you were different from anyone else. Surely other humans weren't so heartless like the boys had sometimes hinted at...

"That being said, would it help you feel better if I showed you?" Nightmare asked in that familiar velvety voice.

"I don't know. I want to believe it will but what if my soul doesn't look right? I don't know if it would convince me."

He gently chided you. "Your overall appearance and personality are greatly influenced by your soul. I highly doubt it will...not look right."

You sighed and wiggled in his grip until he released your body. "Okay, then I'd like to see my soul. I trust you, Nightmare."

He studied you for a moment before nodding. "Very well. I'm honoured to know that you can say that with such conviction as not many people would."

He moved his hand so that it was hovering just above your chest but he hesitated for moment and glanced up at you. When you didn't change your mind, his cyan eyelight began to burn brighter and he focused intently for a moment.

You felt a sort of pressure in your chest just below your collarbone before a small teal heart slowly emerged from your body. It glowed softly and the living room seemed to get even darker than before, even though you hadn't turned the tv off.

You knew now why Nightmare had been hesitant to actually draw you into an Encounter in the beginning. Not only did you suddenly feel incredibly exposed, but you could also see several hairline fractures criss crossing along the surface of your soul. You didn't know what they meant but you could sense that the fractures couldn't be a good thing.

Nightmare was silent and when you finally tore your gaze away from your soul, you saw the expression of contemplation that graced his skull. He seemed to sense that you were staring and his eyelight flicked up to your face again.

"Do you still doubt that you're special now?" he whispered and brushed his knuckles against your cheek.

"I..." You found yourself at a loss for words and struggled to articulate exactly what you were feeling at the moment. "I...didn't know souls were this beautiful..."

He let out a quiet chuckle. "Indeed. Not all are as beautiful as yours though."

His eyelight briefly glanced down at your soul before he looked back into your eyes again. "Your primary trait is in fact Kindness and your secondary is called Empathy. Incredibly fitting, wouldn't you say?" His tone sounded kind of like he was teasing but there was still a genuineness in his gaze at the same time.

"Yeah, it is..." You could feel yourself tearing up a little and desperately tried to keep yourself from actually crying. "What do the cracks mean?"

His eye socket narrowed and he pulled you a bit closer against himself before answering. "That's something only you can truly know. Everyone goes through events in life that can affect them in various ways. Cracks usually signify moments of hardship or negative experiences that affected you so deeply that they left a mark."

"I see..." you muttered. "It's still beautiful. Thank you for showing me, Nightmare."

He nodded and carefully guided your soul back into your body. You couldn't help letting out an inadvertent sigh of relief as the room became brighter again. He wrapped your body up in his tentacles, giving you a gentle hug.

"You're very welcome, my dear," he purred against your hair.

It was hard to focus on anything but what you'd just experienced. You felt like you should feel freaked out or at the very least embarrassed, but you didn't. Maybe it would set in at some point, but for now you had a lot to digest.

You knew what your soul trait was and yet your life seemingly hadn't changed. You were grateful that Nightmare had been willing to show you, but you weren't sure if he'd had his own reasons for doing so. It probably didn't even matter at this point anyways. If he was going to hurt you, he would have already or he could've done it while you were so vulnerable moments ago.

You were rapidly becoming more tired the longer he continued to hold you. You felt oddly safe with him though and so you didn't even question it when you inevitably fell asleep leaning against him. While you had a dreamless sleep for the first night this week, you weren't too surprised when you woke up tucked into your own bed again.

There was a note taped to your alarm clock in very intricate cursive writing, like the writer had used either a calligraphy pen or maybe an actual quill. While you had to squint and adjust how close it was to your face for a bit like a nearsighted person, you eventually were able to read it.

"Good morning dear, I am sorry that I had to leave before you woke up but please know that I enjoyed our little impromptu sleepover. I will see you soon and I hope you slept well after everything. Yours truly, Nightmare."

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