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mysilaan · 6 months ago

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Hi!! Could I request some headcanons for Thomas (MCL NG), when he starts falling in love with Candy/Ysaline? 💕 Thank you

I had a hard time imagining it ‘cause… I DON’T KNOW ??? So I just decided to write some kind of ‘chapter 2’ of my last Thomas headcanon ⭐

(note : if you want to read the part.1, there's a "mcl ng headcanons" category on my blog to find it more easily)

THOMAS MCL NG HEADCANON PART.2 🍒

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As promised, after a long day at work, Thomas was waiting for you in order to give you a ride on his motorbike. You had to admit that you spent most of the day thinking about this long-awaited evening. You joined your colleague at the exit and greeted him with your best smile. “I hope I didn’t make you wait too long.” you asked. “It’s okay.” You were now used to Thomas' way of ‘making conversation’; you remembered how impolite you found him when you first joined Devenmentiel, but you eventually ended up understanding that it was not in his intention to be rude: it was just the way Thomas was. When you finally reached his motorcycle, he opened the trunk and handed you a black helmet as he put his on. You thanked him and put it on your head properly… or you thought so… Thomas’ hands approached your face without any warning. You stepped back a little, startled at first, but accepted it when you realized he just wanted to tighten the straps correctly. “Oh… Thank you.” The moment was a bit awkward as Thomas scrutinized your face to see if your helmet was on properly without saying anything. “We’re good.” he finally said. He hopped on his bike and gestured for you to do the same. You slid behind him and put your hands around his waist, which made him tense up a little. “Sorry! Do you want me to put my hands somewhere else?” “No, it’s fine… Which restaurant did you choose to go to?” “Oh, right !” You almost forgot to give him the address. Once you did, you both were ready to ride through the city. Feeling the motorcycle growl beneath you was absolutely thrilling, and as you finally started moving, the adrenaline filled your head. Thomas wasn’t riding too fast, considering he had a passenger, but he was still going at a thrilling speed to your delight. It wasn’t the first time you were riding a motorbike with someone, but the sensation was always the same: it was liberating and immensely soothing. You were even slightly disappointed when you parked up in front of the restaurant. As the two of you took off your helmets, Thomas was about to ask you what you thought about the ride, but seeing your ear-to-ear smile was answer enough. He smiled to himself, satisfied that you liked it, which you decided to express verbally anyway. “It was insane! I absolutely loved the sensation! I’m tempted to get my license and buy one myself now…” “Why don’t you?” he asked honestly as you were heading in the restaurant. “Uhh... Lack of time? Or will… I don’t really know. It's something I always wanted to do but never had the courage to. Watching other people is cool, but once I'm in control, I find it pretty terrifying... Same for cars, that’s why I still take the bus,” you laughed.

The conversation paused as a waiter led you to your table and gave you the menu, but Thomas continued it anyway. “I understand it seems scary, but at the beginning, you have instructors all around you. Once you understand how it works, it's easy to trust yourself.” “Yeah, I know… But the hardest part with these things is taking the first step.” Thomas simply nodded, his eyes were fixed on an invisible point, he was deeply thinking about something but his attention quickly went back to you. During the dinner, you had the chance to talk about things other than work with Thomas. It was mainly about motorcycles at first, but the subject ended up drifting away, and you found more interests in common to talk about. You listened to him talk about his passion for hacking things, with that rare spark in his eyes that always appeared when he talked about something he liked. In return, he listened to you talk about your hobbies with genuine interest. It felt nice having someone listen to you without being judgmental. You left the restaurant, knowing a little more about each other and wanting to know even more. It was a strange feeling, as if your mind were connected at that moment and that, without talking, you were telling the other that this won't be the last time you’d go out together. Something even scraped the back of your mind. Could you consider this a date? But you chased away the thought, blushing a little, hoping that the red-haired man beside you didn’t notice. When you approached the motorcycle again, Thomas didn’t get on immediately. “Hey, would you like to try riding it?” You thought you didn’t hear well. “What?” “You said you were hesitant to get one yourself. If you’d like to try and see how it feels, you can. I’ll still help with the controls, of course; I wouldn’t want you to wreck my bike.” Was it okay for you to accept? But before you could weigh the pros and cons, you nodded and approached the bike. “Your helmet.” Thomas reminded you before doing anything. You put it on, the right way this time, and hoped on the bike once again, but on the pilot seat this time. It felt so weird… Thomas sat behind you, leaning on you a bit to show you the commands. “Here you have the brake lever, and you press here to start the bike: it’s the starter pedal.” You listened intently to his instructions and looked up at the nearly empty parking lot in front of you. All you had to do was to go straight ahead, with Thomas’ help on top of that, but you were so scared to mess it up. “Keep your hands firmly on the handlebars, and like when you learn to ride a bicycle, watch straight ahead.”

His voice was calm as always, yet firm. He was really involved in his improvised role as motorcycle instructor. He continued to explain to you many other things, and you suddenly became aware of how close your bodies were, he was almost leaning over you, but wasn’t even noticing. “Are you listening?” “Yes! Yes… sorry, I am… I’m just a little nervous.” “There’s no need, I’ll make the most of it, just try to hold the handlebar well.” “Alright.” You firmly grabbed the handlebars as if your life depended on it (which it did, in a way), and it felt like you were back in your younger days, learning to balance on a bicycle, except this one had a motor. You startled a little when Thomas’ hands wrapped yours, for safety reasons… “Let’s go.” he finally said, making the vehicle move forward. You weren’t going fast at all, but it was already quite hard to maintain the handlebar still and go straight ahead without damaging anything; thankfully, Thomas’ strong grip over yours helped to avoid any unnecessary accident. When he braked the motorcycle after a few meters, you let out a relieved sigh. “Wow… It’s definitely harder than it seems. It was great though!” You couldn’t see Thomas’ face behind you, but you could swear you felt him chuckle a little against your back. “I can’t say you did well but I hoped it gave you the will to learn now.” “Thank God I know you… If it had been me before, I would never set foot on a motorcycle again!” you joked. “Sorry.” Thomas was sorry? Now that was unusual. “I was just joking, don’t worry!” He didn’t answer, but knowing him, he probably just nodded. You got off the bike to give Thomas his place back, and took yours behind him, wrapping your arms around his waist one more time. The ride back to your house was as thrilling as the one to the restaurant, but the mood had changed a bit. The air around you was chilly, yet you couldn’t help but feel warm against Thomas. Despite the city being filled with motor and honking noises, you were in your own bubble, shared with the man in front of you, shutting out any noise coming from outside. It felt like you were on a different planet. Letting him go of your embrace made you cold all of sudden, a shiver ran down your spine, but you had to accept that it was the end of your little trip. You handed back his helmet to Thomas, and offered him a sincere, gratifying smile. “Thank you for tonight… You didn’t have to do all that, but I’m thankful you did.” When you said that, something changed in Thomas' attitude but you couldn’t say exactly what. “You’re welcome. It was… nice?” You chuckled softly, knowing it was the best he could express his feelings. “Yeah, it was nice.” you repeated “Get home safe, thank you again. I’ll see you tomorrow!” You waved him off and headed home.As you searched for the right key to unlock your door, Thomas waited silently without moving. He was thinking that he’d like having other moments like this with you. He liked your presence and talking about anything with you. It really felt nice, but he couldn’t say why. When you finally opened your door and waved one last time at him, he watched you close your door, thinking that he was really looking forward to seeing you tomorrow.

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kimmingyuswifee · 7 months ago

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Destiny? Pt.2 - Kim Mingyu fic

A/n: Heyy guys! I'm back with the part 2 after so long!! It took me a while to get the motivation and write this lol >_< I hope you enjoy it!!<3 also I love y/n povs sm hehe :D

Word count: 1.08k

Pt. 1

After having dinner, you felt tired and decided to go to bed and sleep, as it was a long, exhausting day from the travel. A few hours later, you woke up in the middle of the night because you were thirsty. You went downstairs in the kitchen to grab a bottle of water from the fridge. While picking up a glass from the wooden cabinet, you heard someone faking a cough. You got startled and turned to look back.

You saw a tall figure in the dark who was in his pyjamas. He cleared his throat and asked, "Got thirsty?" You replied back, "Yeah, it's really humid in here, but what are you doing here?" You asked while drinking a glass of water. Mingyu said, "Well, I'm just bored; I slept the whole time during the bus journey, so I'm not sleepy anymore." He said it in an amusing tone. You just didn't know what to say and decided to go back to the bedroom. Before you could leave the kitchen, you felt a grip on your wrist. Mingyu spoke, "Where are you going? I want to talk to you. You were about to say something, right? but then Hao called us for dinner."

You said, "Well, umm, nothing. I didn't want to say anything. I guess I just forgot what I wanted to say, hehe." You were awkward towards him because he still didn't leave your hand.

"Yeah sure! as if I didn't notice you staring at me at the dinner table the whole time?" Mingyu said it in a mocking tone, teasing you. You were flustered, so you just fumbled with your words, trying to make a stupid reason. "Uhh, well, I wasn't staring at you! but Yunjin was beside you, so I was talking to her, you know?!" You knew you fucked up because you were a bit loud while justifying yourself, and you were embarrassed that your crush caught you staring at him like a hungry wolf.

Mingyu knew what you were doing but just played along. "Okay, baby, as you say!" He said this while laughing a bit, looking at your tomato-red face. You were blushing because he just straight away called you "baby," even though you have no idea if he's in a relationship or not. Maybe not? Most probably yes, because he's way too attractive to not have a girlfriend. But then again, he's flirty with everyone.

You just let go of your hand from his grip and left him there; he stood dumbfounded by your action. Mingyu was confused; he thought that if he said something wrong, you just left him alone without an answer, but he just let go of that thought and went back to the room where you and his best friends were sleeping.

*The next day*

It was a sunny afternoon, and the guys planned to go taste the wines of the Italian family who continued the winery journey from their ancestors. Everyone was split up into groups by Na PD. Seungkwan, Vernon, Jun, and Mingyu were your group.

Y/n pov

We were going around in different wine stalls, the place where, people from all over the world, including the native Italians, tasted and enjoyed their authentic wines. We started tasting the wines and they were really delightful. One of the stalls, had two young women, who pleasantly greeted us and poured the wine in our glasses. One of them, was flirting with Mingyu cuz duh he wore a plain white shirt, paired with white trousers and sneakers. Man dressed up in all white with a final touch of his black sunglasses. Mingyu looked like a whole damn meal that every women would love to devour including me.

"Excuse me, Mr. handsome, would you like to get some more wine for free? I could give you more than just wine, you know," a woman from that stall said while pouring the wine into Mingyu's glass, bending slightly on purpose to flash her cleavage at him. He was taken aback by that seduction of her, but replied in an amusing tone. "N-no, it's fine. Thank you for the wine, mia signora!". (my lady in Italian)

You scoffed, "Huh, what? Mia signora? Oh wow, it looks like he got really into her just because she showed her tits to him," you said while rolling your eyes. Seungkwan heard you mumbling and replied, "Looks like someone is jealous, hun~". "I'm clearly not! It's so ironic that men become themselves when they see a woman trying to seduce them. Wow, like that's so easy, right?" You said it sarcastically while sipping your wine.

"Says the one who is practically drooling over the guy in front of her," Vernon said in the same sarcastic tone as yours. Seungkwan and Jun just laughed at his sassy reply. "It looks like you are getting along with Minghao a lot lately," Jun said to Vernon while laughing and looking at your "so done" expression. "You know what? Imma, just smack your face right now, Moon Junhui-" Just then, a familiar voice interrupted you.

"Hey guys, let's go and have some food! I'm hungry right now," Mingyu said while pouting. "Yeah, come on! We can't just fill our belly with a few glasses of wine!?" Seungkwan replied while chuckling.

2 hours later...

You were having your evening dinner with the guys. You were a bit too hungry from all the walking, so you were eating like a hog. The food got stuck in between your oesophagus, causing you to choke. Joshua quickly handed you a glass of water while patting your back, helping you release the tension in your throat. 2 minutes later, you were a bit normal after that small accident that you caused yourself. "Thank you so much, Shua!" You said this while smiling, relieved. "No problem, y/niee, just my pleasure to help you~". Joshua replied while winking back at you in a flirtatious way, which got you blushing.

Someone at the table definitely got his eyes rolling at that interaction, and that was Mingyu. "Pfft, only if you didn't eat like an animal who starved for days, you wouldn't have choked pabo!" He said this to you while glaring at Joshua. "Yeah, so what? I got hungry as fuck because of you! Who was talking to those ladies for about a good 30 minutes?". You replied while glaring back at Mingyu. Everyone in the dining room laughed at your guy's bickering, knowing that this was never ending.

[Pt.3 soon!]

Taglist: @jeonsbabygirlsworld @clownprincehoeshi @f4iryjjosh @joshuawifey @wonwooz1 @heesgf @angiesmagicspace

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mimisempai · 1 year ago

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You've always been someone

Summary

As Muriel is sincerely praised by Crowley on their first trip out on their own, they realize for the first time just how badly they've been treated in heaven. It takes no less than an angel and a demon to comfort them.

Notes

Time for the demon to comfort his two angels

On Ao3

Rating G - 1849 words

"Hello, hello, hello!"

Crowley, who had been reading the paper in the quiet of the bookshop, was startled when Muriel came through the door.

He heard the angel's quick footsteps and lowered his newspaper just as she reached him.

He smiled slightly, for sometimes he felt he was looking at a clone of Aziraphale. Muriel still wore very light clothes and always had one or the other tartan accessory. The difference was that they used several tartans, and their outfits were far less outdated than Aziraphale's.

"I took the bus today!"

Muriel's eyes were shining and they were all excited as they continued, "I asked Aziraphale where I could find a bookshop that really sells books these days and he showed me several. He wanted me to ask you to take me, but I told him I wanted to go alone. He recommended the buses if I wanted to see a bit of the city at the same time. Which I did. By myself. And I even bought some books, look!"

Crowley had stood up as Muriel recounted their excursion and looked at the books, then said gently, "That's good, my little bee. You've done well. Come on, I'll make you some hot chocolate to celebrate!"

Muriel didn't answer right away and looked at him strangely.

"Muriel?"

They asked in troubled voice, "Why do you praise me every time I do something?"

Crowley leaned a little closer to them and said gently, "Because you deserve it. Because it's not easy adjusting to a new world like this."

Muriel shook their head, "You and Aziraphale did just fine."

Crowley replied, "Because we've had much longer to adapt, we've had millennia. You came here, unprepared, and found yourself with this flood of information that could destabilize anyone, and you're embracing it with both hands. That deserves all the praise in the world. Besides, I'm guessing you didn't get much praise up there."

Muriel replied softly, in the most natural way, "But that's normal, I'm no one".

Crowley grabbed them by the shoulders and, gently shaking them, said in a firm tone, "Never again do I want to hear those words come out of your mouth! You're not no-one. You're someone important to us here."

Muriel insisted, "But no one ever disagreed with me when I said that. Never."

"Your beatitudes?"

Muriel stood back, intimidated, while Saraqael moved toward the two archangels, who answered in unison, "Yes.

"I think you should hear this. Muriel!"

Muriel exclaimed, "Oh." She bowed and greeted them, keeping well away from where the angels were standing, "Hello."

Michael asked, "And you are?"

Muriel shook their head and stammered, "Oh, no one. I mean, technically, Muriel, 37th order scrivener, but, you know, no one."

No one had disagreed with them.

Not a word.

They really were no one.

Muriel realized how differently the people here behaved toward them than the archangels and other higher angels had.

"Muriel!"

Crowley's voice snapped them out of their thoughts.

It wasn't Michael's voice, exasperated, making them feel like fools. Or Uriel's dismissive one, making them feel very small.

Crowley's voice was warm as he told them, "It's because they're blind and have nothing but contempt for anything that isn't a source of power. But that doesn't make you no-one. Muriel, look at me. You are someone."

Muriel tried to say something, but there was a lump in their throat that prevented them from speaking.

They swallowed several times and managed to say, "I... I'm som... someone."

Their vision seemed to blur and they blinked several times, but nothing helped.

Crowley, who had moved closer to them, put his hand on their shoulder and said softly, in a voice as kind as ever, "Oh, Muriel..."

Muriel breathed, "What...what do I do?"

Crowley replied gently, "Let them flow..."

Muriel sniffed, "I... I don't know how to..."

Crowley answered softly, "Just let go. Let go my little bee, I'll catch you."

Muriel sniffed bravely several times, trying to stop the tidal wave they felt rising inside of them and threatening to come out as Crowley, his hand reassuringly on their shoulder, repeated softly, "Let go."

Muriel repeated again, "I am someone..."

Crowley nodded and replied, "Yes, you are. You are someone."

Then he wrapped his arm around their shoulders and pressed them to his chest as the floodgates finally gave way and they allowed themselves to be overwhelmed by the pain they felt, the full extent of which they were finally realizing.

All these years of being ignored.

Isolated at their desk.

Seeing almost no one.

Performing unrewarding tasks.

Being belittled, sometimes even disdained.

Treated like a fool.

They cried about all of it, and Crowley held them in his arms the whole time, and as their tears soaked his black jacket, he thought of another angel who'd endured similar treatment and never complained either.

"I... I think it's okay."

Muriel moved a little and Crowley opened his arms to let them go. But when he saw their unsettled face, he put his hands on their shoulders and said softly, "How about we just sit down for a while?"

Muriel wiped their face with their sleeve and nodded, allowing themself to be guided to the sofa where they sat down.

As soon as they were seated, the doorbell rang and Aziraphale's voice was heard, "Hello! Someone's here?"

Crowley answered, "We're here, on the sofa."

He saw Muriel trying to hide their condition, but he gently took their hand and shook his head.

Aziraphale had arrived in front of them and exclaimed, "Oh my God! What's the matter? Muriel, has someone hurt you?"

Crowley couldn't suppress an amused smile as the angel fussed over Muriel before kneeling before them and handing them his handkerchief.

They took it and wiped their face.

Aziraphale turned to Crowley and asked worriedly, "What happened?"

Crowley asked Muriel, "Will you allow me to explain it to him? I think he'll understand better than anyone."

Muriel nodded.

Crowley briefly explained the reasons for Muriel's condition, and when he was finished, he stood up, Aziraphale immediately taking his place next to Muriel. Crowley stepped back a little to leave them alone, knowing that Aziraphale would be able to give them an even better understanding than he had.

The angel placed his hands on Muriel's as they fumbled with the handkerchief and said softly, "Muriel, let me repeat Crowley's words to you first. You are someone. You are an angel who has bravely, day after day, dutifully done your job and received nothing in return but contempt and disregard. But because you only knew this kind of treatment, you thought it was normal. Believe me, I know, I know very well."

Muriel lifted their head sharply and retorted, "You? But you're so good, and talented, and smart, and-"

"And? And so are you, Muriel, as much as I am. And that didn't stop Gabriel, Michael, Uriel and Sandalphon from putting me down all the time. From making me realize that I'd never be anything but a drudge. An idiot who didn't understand anything. I have hundreds of examples to tell you about the way they treated me that I never thought to rebel against because I said to myself, they're the good guys, they're archangels, they're better than me, so it's normal what they do. But it's not normal, Muriel. It's mean and hurtful and unnecessary. But here, Muriel, Crowley and I would never treat you this way, and better yet, if anyone ever did, you have every right to rebel. To fight back or to turn away. But under no circumstances should you accept this. You are someone, and I'm glad to see that someone thriving in this world. I can't wait to see you experimenting with many new things, getting more and more confident, getting more and more brazen with Crowley..."

"Angel!" the demon exclaimed, turning to them as Muriel let out a small laugh.

Then Muriel looked at them in turn and said softly, their voice a little hoarse, "Thank you both. I couldn't have fallen into a better place for my first and last mission on Earth."

Aziraphale replied, "I'm glad you knocked on my door, Inspector Constable, and that I offered you your first cupperty."

Muriel chuckled again, and Crowley asked, "So do you want that mug of hot chocolate?"

But the angel shook their head and stood up, "No, I promised to tell Nina and Maggie about my first trip to the city, and Nina's hot chocolate is better than yours."

Crowley exclaimed, "Hey, you're getting pretty cheeky."

Muriel smiled and started for the front door when they turned and walked toward Crowley, hugging him for a few seconds before almost running away.

Crowley turned to Aziraphale to comment on what had just happened when he saw that the angel had gotten up and was following Muriel with his eyes until they entered the cafe.

He walked over to him and wrapped his arms around him from behind, resting his chin on his shoulder, then asked softly, "Are you okay, Angel?"

Aziraphale leaned against him and replied, "A while back I would have said yes, I'm okay and hidden it behind a smile, but we don't lie to each other anymore, so, no, I'm not completely okay. In fact, I'm appalled at the extent of my ex-employer's damage, if I may say so. Muriel thought it was okay to think of themself as a nobody."

Crowley hummed against his ear and said quietly, "I know, Angel."

"Crowley?"

"Yes?"

"Will you hold me?"

Crowley replied softly, "Of course, Angel. You're looking at Crowley, the demon comforter of angels mistreated by heaven."

Aziraphale turned and laughed lightly, before saying, "Idiot."

Then Crowley wrapped his arms around the angel, holding him close as the angel's arms wrapped around his waist.

Aziraphale murmured against his chest, "Thank you."

"For what?" the demon asked against his hair.

"For encouraging me through the years. Thanks to you, I never felt like no one. Even when I thought we were each on our own side, you never offered me anything but respect."

Crowley pressed a kiss to the angel's hair and replied gently, "Because you deserved no less. And then this pure angel giving a couple such a powerful weapon to defend themselves in the desert forced my respect from the start. You have never been no one to me, Angel."

He pushed Aziraphale away from him a little, then cupped his face in his hands and kissed him tenderly before pulling him back into his arms.

Over the angel's head, through the glass window, he saw Muriel sitting in front of a mug that was probably filled with hot chocolate topped with an indecent amount of whipped cream. Nina and Maggie were sitting with them, and the three of them seemed to be happily chatting.

He smiled, glad that this angel and the one he held in his arms would never again feel that they didn't matter.

For they were loved and cherished for who they were.

As they always should have been.

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Still not beta'd

Still not my native language

Still hoping you'll enjoy this story 🥰

Still thanking you for bearing with me 😝

Ineffable Growing Love series : here (After season 2)

Ineffable Husbands masterlist : here (Before season 2)

#good omens #aziracrow #ineffable husbands #ineffable boyfriends #aziraphale #crowley #good omens fanfiction #aziraphale x crowley #crowley x aziraphale #GOS2Spoilers

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theflyingfeeling · 11 months ago

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Fifth Day of Gift-Giving: Fights (and Reconciliations)

Prompt(s): It had all just been a big misunderstanding and after finding that out, all they could do was laugh or... something else 😏

Today's piece is a standalone unrelated to the previous parts (because, being a hopeless conflict-avoider myself, I just couldn't make the Olli and Allu in that story have a fight of any sort; all the pining is plenty enough suffering for them, don't you agree? 🤧). Even this one is less about the fight and more about the reconciliation, I hope you enjoy (rated M for you pleasure) 😌💞

Olli stared at the empty bag. Where there used to be a perfectly balanced, hand-picked selection of the finest Finnish pick & mix candy that were supposed to last him the whole tour, there was now but a sad pile of sugar left. He closed his eyes and attempted to counted to ten, but reaching eleven, his blood was still boiling, so he decided to keep going until he'd stop clenching his fists and maybe come up with at least some level of adult reaction to this unfortunate event – in the end, it was just candy. It's not like he had suffered great economical loss or profoundly traumatic, unforgivable abuse; that being said, he was still pretty damn bitter about having spent the whole day looking forward to keeping his brain buzzing with some sugar in between the soundcheck and the show, only to peek in his bunk and find his secret stash exceptionally candyless.

He had only one suspect: the only other person in their midst who knew of the secret stash.

Olli supposed he had only himself to blame, however; he was famililar with Aleksi's sweet tooth. Yet, in his moment of weakness (that is, lost in the man's blue eyes and the magic his hand was perfoming on Olli's cock the other night), he had revealed the nook of his bunk bed in which he kept the goodies hidden from sight. Even during their afternoon nap the day before, they had hid the small plastic bag in between them, popping a piece of salmiak or a chocolate button in their (or each other's) mouths every now and then in between cuddles and giggles. Now, Olli realised letting Aleksi that close had been an evident mistake.

"Ale?"

"Hmmmmh?" the man replied from the lounge.

"Come here for a sec."

"What for?"

"Just...," Olli inhaled and exhaled, still trying to find the words that wouldn't completely blow the whole incident out of proportion, "just come here. There's something I want to ask you."

A subtle groan sounded from the lounge (the audacity), and with lazy, dragging steps, hair mishevelled, hands in his pockets, and mouth stretched in a yawn, Aleksi appeared next to him.

"What?" Aleksi mumbled.

You're lucky you're so fucking cute, Olli thought at the sight of him. A bastard, but a cute one.

Olli steered his gaze back to the crime scene, determined to not let Aleksi's endearing appearance distract him.

"It's empty," he growled instead.

"Häh?"

"You ate my fucking candy!" Olli spat out his words.

"The fuck are you on about, dude?"

"The fuck am I–" Olli had to pause to take inhale again, failing at keeping his cool. "The fuck are you about, eating other people's food like an animal?!"

"Someone's eaten your candy?"

"Yes, YOU DID!"

"What? No I fucking didn't! Why do you think it was me?"

"Because no one else knows about the candy but you!"

"Are you sure though? It's not easy to keep secrets around here, you know, all packed up in this bus like herrings in a barrel. Eventually someone else was ought to–"

"Oh my god, Aleksi, why can't you just admit it was you?"

"BECAUSE IT WASN'T!"

"The hell are you two squabbling about down there? I'm trying to have a nap!"

The two of them were startled by Niko's head appearing from a bunk above them. Until then, it didn't occur to Olli that others may have caught up on their argument, let alone that someone may have been trying to sleep through it.

"Oh, fuck, sorry. Olli's just a bit wound up over his–"

"Ooh, yeah, I'm so unreasonably wound up alright, because Aleksi's gobbled down all my fucking–"

"Jesus, Olli, get hold of yourself, it was me!"

Olli was already prepared for another string of accusations against Aleksi when Niko's words hit him and he was left with his mouth gaping open at the unexpected twist.

"Yeah, sorry bro. Saw the bag on your bed, must have fallen there from somewhere. Couldn't really help myself, got a terrible headache and I was desperate for some sugar. I'll make it up to you, so can you please stop shouting now?"

"Uhhhmm," Olli scratced the back of his own ear, suddenly embarrassed for quite a few reasons, "yeah, sorry. It's... it's cool, don't worry about it."

He was too ashamed to look at Aleksi directly, but from the corner of his eye he could see the man raising his eyebrows at him before he stomped away to the lounge area of the bus. Olli took a moment to rub his face and let out a long sigh before walking after him.

Aleksi was already slumped on the couch, his nose as if glued to his phone screen when Olli sat next to him.

"I'm sorry, Aleksi."

Aleksi kept his eyes on his device as he spoke in an icy voice that spooked Olli to the bone.

"Oh yeah? What for? For yelling at me for no reason? For accusing me of something I hadn't even done without letting me explain myself? Or perhaps for being such an uptight control freak about your candy? Because if I had a gigantic bag of sweets on tour, I'd totally let you have–"

"Yes, yes, all of that!" Olli wailed, bonking his forehead on Aleksi's shoulder. "I was just...really looking forward to eating some today."

"Yes, that became very clear."

"Alluuuuuuuuu, I'm sorryyyyyyyy," Olli whined against the man's sweater.

"Don't you 'Allu' me, I'm still upset," Aleksi muttered, although Olli could already feel him soften.

"Is there anything I could do to stop you being upset with me? I really am so sorry." To maximise the effect of his (at least partly innocent) plea, Olli stick out his bottom lip in a pout and put on his best puppy-eyes act. He almost struggled keeping his frown from turning into a victorious grin when Aleksi side-eyed him, lips twitching.

"Guess we can think of... something."

Olli was already loving the sound of that.

~*~*~

Olli wasn't exactly sure how 'trying to keep as quiet as possible while having your dick sucked by your bandmate in a moving tourbus in the middle of the night while everyone else was asleep' was an apology rather than a punishment, but he wasn't complaining, quite the contrary; Aleksi's restrained moans were honey to his ears, his soft thighs felt heavenly under his palms, and the twitch of Aleksi's cock between his lips made blood rush to his own hardening member.

"Ahh, fuck, Olli, feels so good," Aleksi whispered breathlessly. Olli could tell he was close to finishing from the way his hips kept jerking, thrusting his erection deeper in Olli's greedy mouth, and the way his hands were grasping the cushions of the lounge sofa. Determined to catch Aleksi at his climax, Olli kept his eyes nailed to Aleksi's fluttering ones as he removed one hand from Aleksi's hip bone and wrapped his fingers around Aleksi's glistening cock, with just the tip remaining in his mouth.

Aleksi's soft whines then turned into surprised gasps when Olli's hand began working on his cock, pumping it while his tongue flicked around the sensitive head over and over until he could feel hot spurts of Aleksi's cum on his tongue and lips. He kept stroking the now pulsating erection, his lips grazing the tip just lightly enough to know it was driving Aleksi insane, not stopping until Aleksi's heavy panting turned into sobs from how sensitive he was becoming.

Having cleaned them both up, Olli sat next to blissful Aleksi and began palming the bulge on the front of his own trousers.

"So. Was that alright for you? Are we even now?"

"Oh, for sure, that was... that was nice. Thanks," Aleksi slurred, still trying to calm down his breathing. "Although... it's... not the whole truth, maybe. What Niko told you."

Olli furrowed his brows.

"What's that's supposed to mean?"

"I mean... yes, Niko ate the candy, but he didn't eat all of it. I had also been to your stash earlier today, but I swear I had put it back where I took it! I guess it really had rolled out, like Niko said, and... well."

Olli weighed Aleksi's words in his mind, still casually massaging his own erection through his pants.

"I see," he nodded.

"Please don't be mad. I promise I'll never eat your candy without asking ever again."

"Oh, you better," Olli snorted, "but, ummmm. Obviously I can't let this go unpunished."

"I'll do anything, as long as you won't start screaming at me like that again."

Honey to his ears.

"You would, huh?" Olli leaned in closer to whisper his command in Aleksi's ear, his nose brushing the soft hair on Aleksi's temple. "Better get on your knees, then."

#blind channel fanfiction #blind channel rpf #ollixallu #24 days of gift-giving by theflyingfeeling #have a spicy tuesday evening y'all 🥰#back to the ''main'' story tomorrow! 💖

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rosie-rosem · 1 year ago

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hii i really like your writing esp the jake one and i wanted to request a fic w sunghoon (situationship but with a happy ending, angst/fluff) tysm

can't deny it

❥ pairing: sunghoon x reader

❥ genre: situationship, angst, fluff

❥ summary: You had always told yourself that your relationship with sunghoon was just a "situationship" type thing, a causal connection without any strings attached. But seeing him with someone else ignited a pang of something you hadn't expected – something deeper than just a friendship.

❥ warnings: situationship, mention of rejection, grammar mistakes, let me know if I've missed something.

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WC: 750

A/N: hii! tysm, I really appreciate the kind words and support! I'm so glad you're enjoying my work, it makes me really happy !! here's your request, I hope u like. <33

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You paced back and forth in your room, your mind a swirling mix of emotions. Your heart ached as you replayed the scene in your mind – Sunghoon, the guy you had been spending so much time with, laughing and joking with another girl at the cafe. You clenched your fists, your jealousy burning like a fire inside you.

The next day, your phone chimed with a text from Sunghoon. "Hey, wanna hang out later?" he asked casually. You stared at the message, your heart racing. Were you really going to confront him about what you saw? Was that the right thing to do?

You met at the park, the sun casting long shadows as you both sat on a bench. You bit your lip, struggling to find the right words. "Sunghoon, can I ask you something?" He turned to you, raising an eyebrow. "Sure, what's up?"

You hesitated, your words catching in your throat. "I saw you with that girl at the cafe yesterday." Sunghoon's expression shifted, his gaze dropping to the ground. "Oh, that... Look, y/n, it's not what you think." Your frustration boiled over. "Then what is it, Sunghoon? We're not exclusive, I get that, but it still hurt to see you with someone else." you confronted.

He sighed, running a hand through his hair. "y/n, I thought you understood. We're just in a situationship, you know? I didn't think you'd be this affected."

The weight of his words hit you like a ton of bricks. You had convinced yourself that your connection with him was shallow, that you could keep your feelings in check. But now, the truth was laid bare – you had fallen for him, hard.

Tears welled up in your eyes, your voice trembling. "Is that all I am to you? Just a situationship?" you were genuinely curious.

Sunghoon looked torn, his eyes searching yours. "y/n, I care about you, but I don't think I can give you what you want. I don't want to hurt you." you turned away, your heart shattering. "Fine, then. Maybe it's better if we just stop this... whatever it is."

Days turned into weeks, and you tried your best to move on. You ignored his calls and messages, pushing your feelings down and burying yourself in work and hobbies. But every moment alone, every quiet night, was a painful reminder of the emptiness you felt.

One evening, you got invited to a party, you sat out on the balcony, needing some fresh air, lost in thought, when a knock on the door startled you. Opening it, you found Sunghoon standing there, looking nervous. "y/n, can we talk?" he asked softly.

You crossed your arms, your guard still up. "What do you want, Sunghoon?" He took a deep breath, his eyes searching yours. "I've been thinking... I realized I've been running away from my own feelings. I've been scared, y/n, but I can't deny it anymore. I care about you, more than I thought." he admitted.

Your heart raced as his words hung in the air. "Sunghoon..." you shook your head in disbelief.

He stepped closer, his voice gentle. "I was wrong to push you away. I was scared of ruining our relationship, but I don't want to lose you. Maybe we can give us a real chance?"

Tears filled your eyes, your heart thawing as the weight of his words sank in. you reached out, taking his hand. "I've missed you, Sunghoon. I was hurt, but I also realized I can't ignore my own feelings anymore." you admitted, yourself.

He smiled, a mixture of relief and affection in his eyes. "So, does this mean you're willing to give us a shot?" he smiled.

You nodded, a shy smile forming on your lips. "Yeah, maybe it's time we moved beyond being just a 'situationship'." you chuckled.

As the sun set behind you, you and Sunghoon stood on the balcony, your hands intertwined – two hearts that had been through confusion, finally finding your way to each other.

"I really like you, I can't deny it." he said, wrapping his arms around you. you blushed, "I can say the same thing about you." you looked up to him with pink cheeks and a full heart.

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im-a-matt-girl · 2 years ago

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Okay but listen: I can’t get a little something with Matt out of my head

Like maybe Reader is the last one at work and closing out but there’s a scary dude outside, so she calls Matt to pick her up? Maybe something along the lines of “Can you please come and get me?”

And then just a comfortable drive home with some chit chat after a long day?

Just a thought and as always only if you’re comfortable with that! <3

i'm so glad we all agree that Matt is the protector of the trio ♡

Hooray, I get to close at work alone tonight. It's fine, there's not many guests at this time, so it's not too crazy.

Once the last guest leaves, I turn off the "open" sign and shut the curtains. That should keep anyone else from coming in. I open the cash register to start counting the money, and as soon as I'm done zipping it up in the envelope, I look up and see someone standing in front of me.

"Oh! Can I help you?" I say. I don't know why he came in. Maybe he needs help?

Instead of answering me, he just wobbles a bit, leering at me. He reeks of alcohol, and while I don't want to make any assumptions, I also don't want to take my chances.

I quickly turn around, reaching into my pocket for my phone. I call you, silently hoping that you'll answer quickly.

"Hey," you answer.

"Can you please come and get me? I'm at work," I say hurriedly, in a hushed voice.

"Yep," you say. The phone hangs up.

I can't believe I forgot to lock the door. Of course, this would happen the one time I forget.

I turn back around to face the man, and he's still staring at me, a faraway look in his eyes.

I smile meekly, trying to not appear like a threat to him. I don't know how unpredictable he is, and I don't want to startle him into doing something dangerous. "How is your night going?" I ask him, trying to make conversation.

He mumbles something inaudible to me, but I nod as though I understand him.

"I see," I say.

Just then, you walk through the door. "You ready to go, Honey?" you ask me.

"Yep," I say, quickly making my way toward you. "How did you get here so fast?"

"I was already on my way when you called," you explain. Then, you nod toward the strange man. "Who's this guy?"

"I don't know," I answer. "I don't know how to get rid of him, either. He's giving me the creeps," I whisper to you.

"Hey, buddy," you say to him.

He turns around to look at you, breathing through his mouth.

You motion for him to follow you outside. "Why don't we go for a nice, refreshing walk?" you say in a calm voice.

To my surprise, he follows you, and you lead him outside to the bus stop on the sidewalk, close to the shop. I watch from a safe distance, just to make sure that nothing bad happens. I have my hand on my phone in my pocket, ready to dial 911 if I have to.

When you return, you smile at me. "Guy's harmless," you tell me. "But I get why you were creeped out."

"Thank you so much," I say, giving you a hug. I feel so safe in your arms.

"No problem," you say, hugging me close. "Let's go home."

#matt sturniolo x reader #fic #op #pov: yours #ask #orangetreekid #criticism from requester accepted ♡

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quotidian-oblivion · 2 years ago

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Congratulations on your 100s! That is super awesome!

Since you asked for a prompt, I've got a fluffy and a whumpy idea, but ofc don't feel obligated to do either:

Whumpy: Someone Dangerous discovers that 9yo Timmy knows who Batman is...

Fluffy: Damian collecting a series of increasingly non-domesticated animals and naming them after his siblings. When asked, he gives an embarrassing reason (the turtle is called Drake bc he moves at the same speed Drake's neurons fire), but the internal monologue reveals something really sweet (turtles are slow and careful, reflecting Tim's strategic nature)

Congratulations again, and have fun writing whatever drabble you choose!

Me, munching on an easter bunny chocolate at 3:04 am in the morning and reading this: *whisper-squeals* Thank you *voice cracks*

This is honestly one of the best day (night) of my life??? Not only a 100 followers on Tumblr and Ao3, but an ask from sardonic-sprite? LORD have mercy on me because I'm about to melt.

I love the prompts so much!!! I think I might do both since it's just gonna be drabbles and I don't need to go too deep (bcuz honestly, I'm exhausted from the last ten nights of Ramadan where some Muslims stay up all night). So... Imma just post it here then post them both on ao3 when possible.

Thank you so mcuh sprite 🥲 I appreciate it.

WHUMPY:

Pluviophile

Tim hated the rain.

The wet clothes, the soggy socks, the squelch of the shoes, the water showering from the sky and barging into people’s lives; an uninvited guest. Not to mention the increased risk of pneumonia and hypothermia for someone who didn’t have an umbrella or a warm(er) jacket. He really should have been more prepared.

But his camera bag was torn from last night’s mishap with the drunk muggers and he really wanted to go out tonight because Nightwing was coming to Gotham after three months and he and Robin always got up to the best of shenanigans when together. He had nearly half a wall filled with printed pictures of their endless pranks, most of them on Batman himself.

Looking at the pictures, it wasn’t hard to imagine that Batman was secretly a softie. That Bruce Wayne was secretly a softie.

Tim sighed and tugged the not-thick-enough jacket closer around himself, leaning back on the fire escape rails and gathering the motivation to get up and leave the snug, rare dry spot under the roof to go catch his bus. It was time to call it a night, but Tim didn’t want to leave.

Rain loudly splattered onto every surface, sounding like a million bins dancing to a jig.

“Should you be out here?” a voice called from below.

Tim startled, but kept still. He had plenty of experience being silent and invisible. Maybe the man below was speaking to someone else?

“I am addressing you, child.”

Maybe there was another child?

“We’re the only two people here. Everyone else is fast asleep.”

Tim gulped and didn’t move, he squeezed his eyes shut.

“Very well.”

There was silence. It stretched out for several minutes, only the sound of thudding rain echoing in the alley. Tim stopped counting at 560. He finally released a long shaky breath and opened his eyes, only for thunder to boom and lightning to strike, showing a large man sitting right in front of him.

Tim gasped, but his breath got caught in his throat, so a squeak came out instead.

The man grinned, his bushy black beard parting way to a scary smile. Two scratch scars on his face scrunched up as his eyes crinkled in a smile. “Hello,” he said, clearly audible over the storm.

Tim gulped.

“I won’t hurt you if you take a moment to listen to me.”

Tim’s hands started shaking.

“I’ll take that as a yes then.” The man shifted, sitting in a criss-cross position on the fire escape and taking up most of the space, leaving only a few inches gap between the two of them. His dripping coat released water, spreading the puddle enough to touch Tim’s legs. Tim pushed himself further into the fire escape rails.

“My name is Vandal Savage,” began the man in a deep, calm voice. “And I have come to seek help from you.”

Me? Tim wanted to ask, but his throat was still clogged up.

“I came upon a source that said that you were a rare bright child. An interesting and possibly dangerous specimen.”

I’m not an animal for you to bid, Tim wanted to retort, but his voice failed him once again.

“I’m sure you’re busy, so I’ll keep this brief.” Vandal Savage leaned forward. “Is it true? That you know who the Batman is?”

An unexpected sound pulled itself up his throat, resembling something between a squeak and a growl. Tim winced.

Vandal Savage eyed his face, then his body, scrutinizing his body language. Tim shifted uncomfortably. “Come with me,” he then suddenly said.

Tim stilled once more. But this time, his throat finally started doing its job. Tim swallowed and hoarsely sounded out a very confused, “What?”

“Come with me,” Vandal Savage repeated.

His breathing was morphing into short bursts of undiluted panic. “Wh— Why— What if I say no?”

Vandal Savage tilted his head. Then he smiled.

Chills crawled up and down Tim’s spine and he knew that he was doomed.

Savage did not say anything else, he stood up and jumped down the fire escape, landing on the ground with a soft ‘squelch’. He took one last glance at Tim before walking away.

Tim sat unmoving for a few seconds, catching up on his breath.

He wasn’t going to follow him. No way. That was crazy. He was going to go home. Mhm, he was going to go home and huddle up in his cozy bed, plop some headphones on and blare music loud enough to keep the memory away. Savage didn’t say that he was going to hurt him if Tim refused, so it should be safe enough. He wasn’t going to follow Savage. He wasn’t.

Tim took a deep breath and picked up his camera, shoving it into his bag. Curse this whole night. Couldn’t he have waited until tomorrow to take some pictures? It wasn’t like Nightwing was going to leave after just a day. He wasn’t his parents.

He hoisted his bag on his shoulders and climbed down from the fire escape. He looked down at the ground, ignoring the rain and the chills still running down his spine, when he collided with a fully solid surface. He looked up to see Savage, smiling down at him. A Cheshire cat smile. Except without the teeth.

Savage did not grab his wrist to pull him towards where he wanted to go. He just turned and walked.

Tim was not following him. He was not.

His steps fell behind Savage, squelching through the gray, dirty Gotham rain.

Suddenly, a flash of red and yellow got caught in Tim’s peripheral vision. He stopped walking. So did Savage.

Robin and Nightwing were talking animatedly with each other on just the next roof. Batman was nowhere to be seen.

Tim stared at them, mentally urging them to turn around, look here, please! But they never did. He didn’t know if Savage would hurt him if he yelled or tried to get their attention. He could, however, kick the empty can in front of him.

Trying to be as casual as possible, he brought his foot slightly backwards and punted the Pepsi can, making it crash against the fire hydrant at the side.

Thunder just then decided to clap against the sky. Lightning followed suit and Robin and Nightwing disappeared. The can came to a stop.

“I love the rain,” Savage said, smiling at the sky. “I’m a pluviophile. It’s so peaceful, isn’t it?” He turned to Tim.

Tim felt his bones seize with dread and he looked down, resigned.

“Come,” Savage prompted, stalking forward, his feet barely making any noise.

Tim followed, his shoes filling up with water and soaking his socks. He didn’t know where he was being led, but at least he could enjoy his home city one last time.

FLUFFY:

Regarding The Workings Of A Zoo

“What. The fuck.”

“Tt. I knew I had accurately named my turtle.” Damian threw some more turtle feed into the pond. “Drake is a most excellent turtle. Much unlike his predecessor.”

Tim turned to Dick. “Are you seeing this?”

Dick rubbed the back of his neck. “Seeing what?”

“Damian replaced me with a turtle.”

“It’s not my fault that his movements fire faster than your neurons, Drake.”

Dick gave an insecure smile. Tim glared at him and folded his arms.

“What about the chicken?” Steph asked, popping another grape into her mouth from the large bowl she was holding.

“Her name is Todd.”

Dick’s snort quickly turned into a cough.

Jason looked up from the frog. “Excuse me?”

“You’re excused,” Damian simply said, patting Drake the turtle’s head as it neared him.

“What’s the frog then?” Jason frowned.

“Brown.”

Steph choked on a grape. Tim thumped her back. “Now that’s mean,” she said once she stopped coughing.

Damian shrugged.

“Who am I then?” Dick asked, sounding curious but hesitant at the same time.

Damian looked at him straight in the eye and declared, “Meerkat.”

The four of them bulged their eyes at him.

“And where is it?” Dick questioned.

“He’s on his way. I needed time to prepare a room for his mob.”

“What are we, a zoo?” Tim scrunched his nose.

“Tt.” Damian rolled his eyes, closing the turtle pellet jar. “I must take my leave now. I have school. Do not touch my pets while I am away.”

They watched as he walked away haughtily, nose stuck up in the air.

“Tell me why Bruce allowed him to have pets again?” Tim voiced out loud.

“He survived a League attack without killing anyone. It’s actually a pretty big achievement,” Dick replied.

Jason groaned and pinched the bridge of his nose. “This family is fucked up in so many ways.”

Steph kicked him in the shin. “You’re one to talk.”

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Dear Mother,

I am required to write this letter to you as part of my school assignment, but not post it. It should be handed back to my so-called “teacher” at the end. I did not originally have a topic, but after much deliberation with Father, I finally settled upon writing about my new pets.

This isn’t meant to be shown to anyone, so if someone reveals this information, they will be found by GCPD in a street corner as a cold corpse at precisely midnight there will be consequences.

Firstly, I have Drake the turtle. He is a very nice and gentle creature with eyes that constantly smile though they are dark. I’ve named him Drake because he is slow and careful, much like the real Drake’s strategic nature. Drake the turtle at first did not like me when I neared him at the beach. However, once I showed myself as a friend and proceeded to help him with the plastic bag around his shell, he did not like leaving my side.

Secondly, I have Todd the chicken. From the times I have seen him at the manor and the rare occasions I go to his safehouse when injured, I have observed him constantly worrying and fretting about the tiniest thing. He worries whether someone has eaten, or drunk water, or has a scratch, or even a paper cut. Grayson once described him as a “mother hen”. And Todd the chicken, when I saw her, she was fretting over her chick who was rejecting a worm. Immediately, I made the connection.

Then, there is Brown the frog. I told her that I named him Brown because he was as ugly as her, but that was not the truth. Once during our other school assignments, I discovered that frogs symbolize rebirth. Brown truly made up her own identity, by herself, might I add. I… I still struggle with my past, Mother. I am ashamed to admit but…

In any case, Brown has gotten over that obstacle. I wish she would teach me how. Brown the frog on the other hand, is extremely bubbly and never stays still. It was accurate of me to name him after Brown.

Finally, there is Grayson the meerkat. Grayson is confused, he does not know if it is an insult or a compliment. He does not know that meerkats have one in their mob look out for danger, constantly keeping the others safe. I’ve seen Grayson scan an environment like the arcade before letting me roam free. He is worried, and does not know how else to show. I am hoping he will learn to calm down once in a while. Like Grayson the meerkat who always joins in to play with his mob no matter what.

I know you are not very fond of pets, Mother. But I still think about Noora, the bird you once gifted me during my stay at Nanda Parbat as a child. I am thinking of getting another bird, but… I am not so sure. I feel worried that I might lose it if I get another bird. Much like how I lost Noora to Grandfather. I hope you are keeping her grave clean as I am not there to do so myself.

I appreciate everything you’ve done for me, Mother. Including bringing me to Father’s family. His whole family.

Kind Regards,

Damian

These were supposed to be drabbles. Not around a thousand words long! In any case, it's 6AM and my eyes are burning. I got a little too into things and, uh, yeah finished both of these in one sitting.

Thanks so much for the prompts again, Sprite! I loved them!

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bruinhilda · 1 year ago

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Horror For the Holidays, October 1st

Today, we'll start with a personal ghost story. Sort of.

Hawaii has quite a few ghost stories, if you ask around. But what you might notice is how casual a lot of them are. "Oh yeah, that place haunted, brah. Lots of people see it. No worries." It's just perfectly normal to expect in some places you'll encounter some of the weirdest shit you'd expect to see in a horror movie. You just try to take sensible precautions with some of it, the same way you would a high-crime area.

The library I work in has one of these casual hauntings. It's not a constant thing, and a fair number of people just laugh at it when the old-timers talk about it. And hey, I'm an old-timer now, and I've seen a few things! So let me share.

We call the ghost "Vicky." This is because a janitor we had once reported seeing a woman in a white, victorian-type dress standing by the shelves early one morning. Like a lot of ghosts out here, she had no feet. Now, he's the only person who's ever seen this, and he was a man who did the drugs of the band scene he was also in. And the kind of guy who would just talk story, so there's potential bullshit there. But hey, had to call it something, right? And honestly, it's a little less scary if you have a persona and name for your ghost.

We'd have periods of activity, with little things going missing or moving around. Odd glitches. One of the warning signs would be the security gate randomly going off with no one standing near it. Another was that this one travel book in the reference section would just up and disappear. It always reappeared on the shelf within a few months.

All pretty harmless. But it can be a bit spooky to be in the building by yourself. Especially when you hear things banging or footsteps behind you. For awhile, this one printer would just randomly start clicking whenever I was alone doing bookdrop duty or in before anyone else.

The only real problem I've had is occasionally having the sense of someone leaning over my shoulder. There's no sense of anything malicious, but you try keeping your mind on your work when your brain is insisting that there's someone RIGHT THERE WHEN YOU'RE ALONE. Dammit, Vicky!

Back in the day, I'd play CDs. This backfired horribly once when I played some Gaelic Storm, because the presence intensified MASSIVELY. Vicky apparently really likes peppy celtic rock. Who knew? These days, it's usually a selection of youtube playlists when I do bookdrop duty. Just so I don't hear random things in the background to put my hackles up.

I've only seen something in there once. (Aside from little corner-of-the-eye flashes, which I don't count because those can happen anywhere.)

It was early morning, and I was once again in before the janitor (who was starting to come in later and later for personal reasons.) I was getting in super early not to work, but because the bus would be so crowded even a little bit later I couldn't get off on my stop. It was easier to just come in early and spend the hour or so drinking coffee and reading in the breakroom.

So I come in, yeah, once again our janitor is not on duty like he should be. So I open the gate and the one connecting door, then use the bathroom.

The hallway light is on, and I don't bother turning the bathroom light on, because I can see well enough.

Now, the layout is, the break room is where you enter the building. There's a closed door, which leads to a very short hallway containing the staff bathroom and water fountain. Next to the bathroom is the staff workroom, and beyond that, the library. Opposite all this is a heavy sliding glass door leading to the patio garden.

So I'm sitting there, and I hear footsteps in the workroom. Someone wearing rubber slippers. Startling, but not completely concerning by itself. Back then, it was possible to enter the building by unlocking a side door and just walking through the library, so the assumption here would be that the janitor has just arrived and come in this way. Except that's weird, because it would mean he parked by the door I came in, and then walked around the entire building to enter in a non-standard way.

The footsteps walk past the door. And I SEE the shadow of someone passing in the gap under the door. I hear the change of steps on carpet to steps on the tile.

And they stop. The two exits are close by, and very loud, and it's quiet. I would hear someone leaving, and would know which door from the sound. And I hear nothing. Nobody is knocking around the kitchen. Nobody is using the sink. No more footsteps.

I'm weirded out now, and I do a cautious exit, in full anxiety mode. It takes me a few minutes, because I do NOT want to exit and get jumped by something that might be waiting two feet away.

Nobody's there. The janitor has not arrived, and will in fact not arrive for another ten minutes. Ten minutes I spend flipping lights on and checking for an intruder.

Fortunately, this was a work day, not solo bookdrop duty. I might have had real trouble working by myself after that little incident.

It still bothers me, even though it was harmless and nothing else ever happened. As my sister says, potty time is private and it's rude to spook someone using the toilet. And while it's been a long time since I've had anything like that happen in the building, I still can't use that bathroom when I'm there alone unless I keep the door propped open.

Goddammit, Vicky!

#horror for the holidays #ghosts #haunting #personal experience #do ghosts exist?#beats me #but weird shit happens sometimes #and you gotta call it *something*

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browngurl99 · 2 years ago

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Title: It's beautiful life, beautiful day

Fandom: Banana Fish

Relationships: Ash Lynx/Okumura Eiji

Tags: Reincarnation AU, First meetings, Stream of consciousness (Kind of?) Pov alternating (it's mostly Ash though), Implied spoilers, Hopeful/Happy ending

Warnings: Mentions of Death

Ao3

It had been a month since Ash landed in Japan and three weeks since he moved into an apartment. He did not buy the apartment. The owner was nicer to him than he expected. Perks of being a foreigner, I guess. He had thought as the owner had handed him the key to the apartment.

He does not know why he came to Japan. His family and friends were not against him wanting to move to Japan. But they were curious. Why? They asked. Ash could not answer. He could not tell them that he himself did not know why he wanted to go to Japan. He wanted to go to Japan for a reason that was a stranger to him. Almost as if someone he dearly knew was here.

Sigh. He should not be questioning his life in the middle of a library. He was trying to find some good Japanese books in order to improve his vocabulary in the language. This was not the appropriate time for this.

He picked a book and sat on a chair to read.

This was the best time of the day for him. Working at a Kindergarten school as a teacher was pretty exhausting. He admired kids but sometimes they could be a headache. When reading a book, He was not working and he could spend time with himself without his thoughts surrounding him like hunters surrounding their prey.

It was raining quite heavily. Ash was glad he brought an umbrella.

A young man made his way inside, his clothes drenched from the rain.

"Excuse me. Do you mind if I'm here till the rain stops?"

"There's no problem with that. Just try to keep quiet." Said the Librarian.

Ash's attention was pulled towards the man for a reason he cannot explain. Usually his surroundings do not bother him much when he is reading.

The man turned to Ash as he felt his eyes on himself.

Maybe it was the Lightning that suddenly struck when their eyes met but Ash felt his heart jump in his chest and his breath being stuck in his throat.

The man possessed black hair. His eyes were brown and big like a deers. His skin was tanned.

Ash felt an amount of Indescribable emotions because of his presence.

He suddenly felt a sort of hesitance. He tore his eyes away from the man and let out a sigh.

What was that?

Ash saw the man's face drop from a corner of his eye. He looked away as well. And sat at a table in the front.

A Foreigner's presence in Japan was not unusual to Eiji since the last few years.

But for some reason he sensed a sort of shock when his eyes fell on that person. Something one would feel if someone who left them long ago came back - Startled, Curious and even overwhelmingly Happy.

He did not even feel this with any of his close friends or the people he had dated. He still could not quite describe what he was sensing, whether it was attraction or remembrance.

It felt like this was Fate. If it did not rain heavily, then Eiji would not have placed his foot in this Library. In fact, he hated libraries. He did not have any particular reason for hating them, He just did.

Libraries - Silent, very silent, a place where people only bother with books rather than a person. A man could literally pass away in silence and yet, no one would notice. That is how silent libraries were. Not to mention, Eiji was not a fan of silence. To him, too much silence felt like mourning. He liked noises, which always reminded him that there were people around him, including those he loved.

He just needed a shelter to save himself from the rain. He could have stayed under the roof of the cafe or the flower shop, which were right in front of the library. But for some reason he felt like stepping his feet in this library. He walked in without a second thought the moment he saw the library. For a few seconds, he forgot that he hated libraries.

Eiji could not get himself to look away from him. But when the person looked away, he felt a sudden emptiness in his chest. He did not have any choice but to look away as well.

What is this? Do I know him?

Eiji wanted to go up and start a conversation with this person. But what would he say? He could not find any words to come up with. The words he did not know were stuck in his throat.

Eiji tried to distract himself from him by trying to read a book. He felt a pull towards him. The urge to look at him again kept bothering Eiji.

His eyes read the words in the book before him but his mind focused back to that one person again.

Eiji's subconscious acted quicker than him and before he realized it, he was peeking over the book at that person.

Such captivating eyes.

The person looked back at Eiji. Eiji gasped ; His throat suddenly felt dry. The green eyes staring back at him shone, almost as if they were glistening with tears.

Is he crying?

He looked away. Again. He lightly shook his head. He resumed reading the book in front of him.

Why was I crying?

Ash was bemused. He could not get the person out of his mind, whom he merely made eye contact with. When their eyes met again, Ash resisted to brush off an overwhelming sensation. This sensation felt happy but somehow painful, so much that he felt tears form in his eyes.

He did catch him looking at him. Did that mean he also felt something like Ash did? Maybe.

Ash's thoughts were running in a circle. The same questions were repeating in his head.

Do I know him?

When did I meet him?

Ash let out a hiss in frustration. He could not stop thinking about that person but he also did not have the courage to go up and start a conversation.

Is he thinking what I am? No, there's no way.

The rain had stopped after 30 minutes. But the man was still in the library. He seemed like he was reading the book before him. But Ash could not hear any sound of a page turning which could be clearly heard from the distance from where he was sat.

Must be a slow reader.

Ash was done with reading. He was supposed to leave but he really did not want to. He hesitated for a moment before getting up.

I think I should just leave

Eiji could swear he tried to read and focus on the book before. But reading the words again and again did not make them connect together. His brain was functioning like a kid's. The words were right in front of him but his brain was too busy to comprehend any meaning to those words.

He took off his glasses and put them in a box. It seemed like he was done with reading that book. He got up from the table he was sitting at. Eiji's heartbeat quickened.

Is he leaving?

He looked sad. His brows were knitted and his lips in a thin line. His eyes seemed to say so many unspoken words.

Is he going to come here?

The person turned to the direction which led to the door. He walked with slow and heavy steps. Thus, he stepped out of the library without even taking a glance at Eiji.

Eiji felt empty on the inside. It was like a hole was punched in his chest. He immediately got up. His body moved quicker than his mind.

He ran out of the library. He hoped in his heart to see him. There was also fear that he will disappear before Eiji could reach him.

Please don't go.

Ash did not want to acknowledge how a something in his chest felt hollow. He has met so many people ; Some became his acquaintances, friends, he dated some of them and some just remained strangers. That man was different from any of them. His presence was thrilling but somehow comforting at the same time.

He is just a stranger.

He felt as if they had met before. But he was not able to do anything about it because he could not remember how or when. He could have introduced himself like a normal person but he was unable to find words to speak when he looked at him. And For some reason he cannot explain, he was afraid, very afraid.

Thus, He put a rock on his heart and walked away from the library.

I will probably not see him again

Then, He heard a voice.

"Excuse me?"

Ash turned around. His heart started beating so rhythmically and loudly, a musician could record it and use it as beats in a song. Ash swallowed by nervousness. The Rest of the world was like invisible to him because of a certain stranger.

Black Hair, Big Brown eyes, Tanned Skin - The man he kept stealing quiet glances with at the Library.

It seemed like he was breathing heavily. His eyes said so many words that Ash could not quite comprehend. He was surely a lot more courageous than Ash.

"I'm sorry if this sounds wrong. But Ever since I saw you in the Library, I feel like… we have met before."

Ash was surprised at his boldness. It hit Ash that both of them were lingering in the same bubble of emotions. He opened his mouth to say something but the words he prepared to say kept getting rejected by his own mind. Then, He took a deep breath again and let his words out.

"Would you believe me if I said that I feel that too? I feel like I have met you before this, but I can't remember when or how."

The man's lips curved into a wide smile. It was a very beautiful smile. Ash felt himself silently gasping at that smile. How could a man he never knew make him feel such ineffable emotions?

"Maybe if we get to know each other well, we will remember everything."

Ash did not hate his suggestion. In fact, he wanted nothing more than getting to know this man by his soul.

"I would like that." Ash said.

Ash could feel his heartbeat pick up a faster pace. He could not help but smile. His smile, eyes, overall presence radiated so much warmth. The wind in the atmosphere was pretty cold because of the rain but he made Ash feel warm. He wished this moment could stop forever.

"So, What's your name?"

#banana fish #banana fish fic #ash lynx #okumura eiji #asheiji #ash x eiji

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holdonunreal · 4 months ago

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Chapter 2: New addition

It's a long way to school, and there aren't even any lessons? But a speech about an exam tomorrow leaves all the students shaking. And then Theres this Sunshine Girl in the Bus...

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Yes, welcome to the second chapter of this fanfiction. 5000 words and that for a chapter where not even that much happens, how many will there be in the next one? Yes Y/N meets DogDay, maybe even someone else?

Y/N Pov:

I haven't dreamed anything for a few weeks now, I don't know if it has anything to do with my ability. Or maybe because I just can't fall asleep normally anymore, I listen to music until late at night and then can't fall asleep. But I bought some sleeping pills a while ago and they really help. I don't dream anything and wake up suddenly in the morning...'But at least I can sleep'.

And with that I wake up again, startled slightly by my alarm clock, but then remember my miserable life and that today is the first day of the second semester. I sit up slowly and reach straight for my phone. After a quick facial recognition, I see my face on the display, circles around my eyes and a tired look. I'm about to open WhatsApp but see the time... I have to hurry

I jump out of bed and stand in the middle of my room. There's something lying around everywhere, whether it's packaging waste, books or something else. 'I haven't read a single one'. I stand in front of my white wardrobe, the only partially clean thing in my room. I just grab a gray zip up hoodie and matching pants and quickly put them on in front of my closet. I don't have a mirror in my room, 'I don't like to see myself' It just reminds me of how I look and how I wish I couldn't stand in front of the mirror in the first place. I turn around again and pick up my bag next to my bed, looking at it lightly on my back. I quickly grab my phone and put on my headphones, but now I really have to go.

I walk slowly through the living room, just hoping not to meet anyone. I'd rather be alone... and not talk to anyone. I walk quickly into the small white kitchen, go to ten points to get to a high cupboard and take out a small glass. I take it in my hand and quickly put it under the tap, I want to feel it again. I concentrate on the handle of the water...Slowly it is pulled up as if by magic and water flows into my glass. I try to use my 'telekinesis' at least once a day, Karasu told me, why? He didn't tell me.

I feel my parched throat refreshed by the water flowing slowly down my throat and I look at the clock hanging above the kitchen. I quickly put the glass down again and run to the door, open it quickly and without even looking back I walk out...

It's pleasant, but my body is really cold. I've been thinking the whole time about the class that would take place today, after all there's always a small meeting at the beginning of the semester...I hope Karasu is in the same group I fiddle around a bit nervously on my phone and check if a plan has already been uploaded, after all I'm in the year group for some reason... Because I can't find a plan I should listen to music first...

(‘Without you I can not breathe... I can not sleep i can't...’)

I walk slowly and try to walk straight, my feet are starting to hurt and I really have to be careful not to get a cramp right now. I look at the trees along the road and wonder if there will ever be anything else here. 'I don't think so'. I can already see the main road in the distance and it will take me just under ten minutes to get to the bus stop.

(‘come back...’)

Shit, I have to be really careful now and can't afford to make any mistakes. Otherwise I'll just be thrown out without anything and that'll be it. I won't be accepted anywhere like this... After all, I missed half a year and have such a bad report card that even missing the whole year would be better. But then what? If I don't work anywhere and have no more tasks...in my whole life*. I think if I don't make it through the year and get kicked out I will do it... I have no point in living anymore anyway.

(‘Without you I can not breathe I can not sleep’)

My vision slowly becomes slightly foggy and I know I'm almost there. Instead of meadows and grass, I see more and more roads... The soft green and now the dry grey, the color of the roads and the combination of the dust that comes up when people drive past makes me feel sick. 'I wish I could just go back to sleep' But I know the consequences and I have to start pulling myself together now. At least I can see the bus stop from a distance...

I walk slowly towards the bus stop and try to process everything again... When I think about it, 'What use is telekinesis to me anyway?' Will I even need it in the future? I remember what college was like in general... The people, the rooms and the teachers. I'm already hoping that I'll have different teachers than before, they were all awful...

I'm just about to sit down at the small covered bus stop when I see the yellow bus arriving from afar. I hope there are good seats available, after all I don't want to sit next to anyone. 'No one wants to sit next to me' The bus stops right in front of me and I can literally hear the air being let out of the tires, now the bus is a little lower and the clean yellow doors open without a single sound. I slowly lift my legs and get on, 'The bus is bloody empty' I don't see anyone apart from one person. The bus driver doesn't wait and immediately closes the doors again, and I slowly creep through to the back. In the middle of the bus sits a girl with a green one, and while I look at her for a second...I notice how she's already staring at me Shit.

I get straight back into gear and continue walking to the end of the bus. I don't like sitting right at the back, as there is a long space where just under seven or eight people can fit. I sit down in front of the last row in one of the standard two-seater seats, 'I haven't missed this bus one bit'. It's still quiet and I can look out of the window while listening to music... But once we really get into the city it gets bad.

('It's beautiful,Let me out,Just like he did')

The view from the window is somehow different from a year ago, houses I've never seen before, schoolchildren running to the next stop.

('I wish we never did, It's all his fucking fault, He thought that I was him')

The view from the window makes me want to close my eyes and go to sleep...forever. The beautiful view of the colorful houses and meadows is getting grayer and grayer and all the cars that are now driving next to the damn bus. The drivers keep looking up instead of paying attention to the road. At that moment, my phone vibrates slightly and I reach straight into my pocket with my hands to get it out. On the lock screen, I briefly stop my music to check where the message came from... Whatsapp?

I see the name of the year group appear and immediately notice how my hands start to sweat... 'I've almost forgotten where I'm going now'. As I'm unlocking my phone, it vibrates again in my hand and I startle slightly. It was Karasu, he was simply texting:

"Dude, where's the fucking bus? Where is it right now?" Oh yes, he's getting on at the city stop, that's about three stops away. Just as I look at my phone I notice a small shadow covering my display...What the?-

"Ehm Is the seat next to you free?" If I wasn't already staring, I was 100% doing it now.

A tall girl with blonde hair stood in the middle of my seat. She looks down at me and looks deep into my eyes. She's beautiful. Shit, what did she want again?

"Hey DogDay we're sitting back here come on!" And with that she continues to walk from my seat to the back, while I stare after her with my mouth open like an idiot...fucking hell I try to turn my head backwards as inconspicuously as possible to see her. How her long and soft hair flies through the air with every step, as if it weighed nothing at all. My heart is suddenly beating so fast and my stomach feels so warm. 'What is this feeling?' DogDay? Did they say from back there? Who is that?

I keep looking and see who she's sitting with, a group. A few guys but mostly just girls, there are eight people in total. They all look fucking different, one wears glasses, the other runs his fingers through his hair all the time, and this DogDay Girl sits down in the middle and starts a conversation with everyone. I can't hear what she and this little red-haired girl are talking about, but the way her mouth is moving and she's smiling all the time...

"Dude, you're drooling!" Fuck, Karasu? When did the bus stop? Did he fucking see the way I was looking or not? I turn around quickly and he's standing in the middle of the bus aisle looking at me. He's watching me? For how long? I didn't even notice that the bus had stopped...

"Come on, make room for me exchange student!" He's way too loud, and he's still looking at me like I've done something wrong...'I am Disgusting' He sits down very slowly, but without taking his eyes off me. Karasu is an observer, he reads body language like it's a book... I always feel uncomfortable But he's still the best friend you can have...and my only one.

"I d-diidn't d-...drool..." Shit, now I'm stuttering too, I have to do something quickly so I don't look like the biggest idiot. I look at my phone again and want to start playing music again, but karasu snatches it out of my hand.

"Yeeeeesss you did! How about you go talk to her, huh?" Is he fucking crazy now? You want me to talk to her? There's worlds between me and this Girl. Besides, she smiles all the time and...'I'm not good enough'. Karasu looks at me and I think he knows what I'm thinking, after all, he hands me back my phone and just keeps grinning. I open it immediately and play the music loudly again to take my mind off things.

('I know I've been leavin' y'all hangin' dry, but It's time to switch it up, I wanna get soaked')

I can't remember anything about the subject matter from last year... While I'm thinking, I can already see the huge building. My hands start to tremble slightly as I slowly come down to earth. Fail an exam once or miss too long and thats it...with my life.

('Like, Real soaked')

The bus slowly comes to a halt and everyone runs straight to the front to leave it. I don't pay attention to anyone, I have to concentrate from now on and can't afford to make any mistakes. Karasu and I are the last to get up and walk slowly to the door to get out. When I think back, the only subject I ever liked at school was chemistry, in every other subject you sit around and copy what you're told or what you read off a piece of paper. But in chemistry class you have to work practically and really apply your knowledge, I have to do my best in chemistry. Every other subject is easy...If you can just memorize things.

"So your academic comeback starts now, right?" Karasu really always tries to get me to talk, but sometimes it just gets too much. I rather like being alone...I dont know if i like it...or if im just used to it.

"Yeah... have you heard anything about the end of year meeting?" I try to talk a little off topic, I already know how much pressure is on me and I can't afford to be nervous right now.

"Yes, of course! It's been in the group for days!"

"In which group?"

"The year group, you Dumbass!"

"Huh?"

"Don't worry, I'll ad you right in, we have to go to hall F2!"

"Yes, just show the way"

"Of course Boss"

And off we go, through the huge square in front of the college, with streets and buildings everywhere. Gyms and huge white laboratories that you can only get into if you have important authorizations. After all, there's also the Playtime Co. that makes some kind of chemicals or something, 'I can only dream of working there anyway'. Finally past all the streets where cars were constantly passing by, we are now on the real campus. The huge college building and the many sports fields...How did I get in here?

We walk past the big red doors labeled Main Entrance and walk over to one of the smaller buildings and enter it through slightly smaller blue doors. This is the dormitory and as far as I know Boxy lives here. He was lucky enough to get a place here and still almost always manages to be late, 'But at least he went to college...'

Around seven floors and over four hundred rooms, all connected by long white corridors with red carpets everywhere. Apart from all the doors with their numbers, there are also small special features. I don't mean the beautiful plants next to the doors, but the posters. On them are funny figures that are also available here as soft toys, and there is always a saying to go with them.

'Remember to take Breaks!

'Hungry to learn!'

'Think outside the box!'

I'm glad I don't have to read these texts anymore because we've finally reached Boxy's room. With the number 271 he has the luck to live at the end of the corridor and is therefore right next to the elevator to get downstairs. Karasu stands in front of the door and knocks quietly on it twice...no one opens.

"I hope he's not still sleeping." With that, Karasu raises his arm again and quickly hammers on the door. You can hear someone moving in the room but the door still doesn't open. Karasu slowly turns to me and forms an evil smile and starts whispering something to me.

"Hey magician... Open the door with your cool ability" What? I'm supposed to crack a door in this building filled with students? And with my mind? Shit, he's completely crazy now...

"Are you crazy?" That's all I'm saying... That's all I have to say. I don't use my telekinesis for something like that.

"Oh come on, you have to use your ability you know? Why else did you get it?" He starts talking louder and louder. As people slowly walk past us. I know it's a trap and I shouldn't fall into it, but if Boxy is late we'll be late too...I can't afford that.

I slowly concentrate on the door lock and imagine it inside, the many small needles, and the keyhole. And what it would look like when it is unlocked, plus the little *click* sound that would follow. I close my eyes and think about what Karasu said at the same time... I try to read between the lines. "[...] Why else did you get it?" Is he implying something or did he just say it like that? I am then taken out of my thoughts when I hear a noise-

*The lock turns ever so slightly and Karasu puts his hand directly on the lever of the door and pushes it open. He enters the room, turns to me and starts to grin heavily while moving his fingers slightly in the air and making a "follow me" sign. I enter and see Boxy's room, a lot has changed since the last time I was here... The last time I saw it, the room was absolutely empty. No table, nothing but a bed in the corner and that was all... But now?

A large white cupboard and a really nice matt black table with a computer on it. Everything is so...organized? As I look around the beautiful room I finally see him, Boxy is sitting on the bed staring at the...ceiling? He looks like he's hardly slept, almost like me. But the tiredness in his eyes disappears as soon as he sees me and Karasu-

"Y/N?"

"Yes"

"Karasu said you had already been kicked out?"

"What? Wha-

"That's a topic for another time, Boxy what are you sitting around for, come on! The meeting is in half an hour!"

"Yes, yes, I'll do it." With that he gets up from the bed and walks along me to the closet, where I realize how much taller Boxy is, not only him but also Karasu, next to them I look like a child. And that doesn't make my situation much better, after all, almost everyone here at the college is taller than me and that causes problems as it is. In the classroom, when you can't see because someone's head is blocking your view. Or in sports lessons where you have the biggest disadvantage there can be.

Boxy quickly pulls on a white sweater over his sleeping clothes and kneels down to tie his shoes, staring at the door which is still slightly open. He looks at the door and then at us, 'I'm getting nervous' At least Karasu has turned to the window so Boxy wouldn't look him in the face. Boxy gasps slightly and then starts to speak-

"How did you even get in here?" Karasu turns around quickly and walks to the door, he looks at me and slowly twists his face into a big smile. I slowly walk towards the door to avoid Boxy's question, now Karasu slowly opens his mouth and answers-

"Dude, it doesn't matter, we have to be in F2 in twenty minutes, so get off your ass dude!" Karasu walks through the door and into the hallway, I follow him directly and hear Boxy's footsteps behind me. He walks briefly through his room and picks up his school bag from the floor, pulling it over his back with only one side. He comes out with it and closes the door behind him, even without locking it. Without anyone talking, we walk towards the elevator and press the red button with the green arrow. Just as we press it, the doors open and we get in. I stand at the back and the two of them stand right at the door and Karasu presses the 'first floor' button.

"So... Why are you here again?" Now it's starting again, Boxy probably doesn't want to know exactly, so a short answer will suffice...

"to get my degree"

"Ah right" With that he slowly pushes his long arm into his trouser pocket and pulls out his phone. I can't see what he's doing, but the sound of a gunshot after a few seconds tells me that he's gaming again. I start to get a funny feeling in my stomach and my hands start to sweat again... 'What if some teacher speaks to me? No, even worse, what if students approach me and say that I don't go to this school?'

Peep

This opens the elevator doors and we all get out. Directly to the right of us is a blue door with a big red sign on it that says "EXIT" Karasu doesn't even use the lever, but simply pushes his body against the door. It opens and we are outside again. We're not out for five seconds and the first bad statement comes.

"Hey Boxy! Guess who was looking after that blonde student president on the bus today!"

"I didn't-

"But you can't blame him, she doesn't look bad!"

"But she's really nothing like you Y/N! She's so open and always smiling, while you hide behind your hat and look totally depressed!"

"Wow...Double Kill"

"Karasu I didn't even-

"She's a giant compared to You, right, Y/N? just Look at the size difference, it's... Crazy!." Shit, and I thought it couldn't get any worse. Now I'm going to have to listen to these wild theories about me and this girl all the time...the name was DogDay right?

I slowly pull my zipper hood over my head and realize how right he is... 'I just don't get along with other people' But I can't help it, after all, people are so different...

"Boxy imagine how the two of them-

From that point on, I just stop listening and try to clear my head. After all, the meeting is coming up and I have to concentrate on more important things. I don't think I'm ready for that yet and I take care of myself first. 'To maintain my will to live before I kill myself here'. We slowly enter the main building and walk through the filled and long white corridors. There are people everywhere, in groups and together at tables. I've almost forgotten what it looked like in here, it's much bigger than I remember. All the people slowly looking over at us make me nervous, it's getting really uncomfortable here. To avoid all the stares, I look down at the ground. We keep walking and I wonder if there will be any lessons at all today, and if there are...hopefully I'll have them with Karasu.

But then we finally reach the big brown doors of F2, the biggest lecture hall on the whole campus...'I believe'. Karasu opens the door while Boxy continues typing on his phone and I, stupid, stand behind them. Karasu and Boxy enter the room first and I'm behind them. We're completely in the middle and there are rows of seats with shelves everywhere to the right and left of us. But...*No free seat at the back*

"Today is your lucky day Y/N, we have to go right to the front!" Oh God, sitting right at the front in a greeting speech is the worst thing ever. On top of that, in this huge room, where several hundred students are sitting, shit. Walking past all the places where people are already sitting is really unpleasant. We've already been walking for a minute and we're only halfway there. But at that moment, Karasu suddenly turns to the right and seems to have found something better than sitting at the very front under the podium. 'Three free seats on the right' Perfect.

Karasu quickly weaves his way into the line while Boxy walks a little slower, after all he's hardly looking and is still typing away on his phone. I pull my rucksack off my back and sit down slowly. I can feel the cold wood of the row slowly sliding past my hands as I slide further in and I'm happy when I'm finally sitting properly inside. I put my hands on the small shelf in front of me and realize how sweaty they are, meanwhile I see Karasu looking around, he is probably looking for one of his party colleagues. I don't look around because I'm far too scared if someone sees me staring, what would they think?

Slowly, someone stands up on the podium at the front, it was none other than the leader of the whole thing himself: *Elliot Ludwig*. I can't even really see him from here, but the fact that the loudspeakers are slowly making a voice louder lets everyone know. 'It starts now'.

"Welcome back to Playtime Co. College... I hope everyone sitting here had a great vacation and a lot of fun!" The speakers are way too loud in my opinion, I have to try and filter out what he's saying myself. Karasu is also talking to some girl sitting in the row in front of us, which doesn't make it any easier. And several people in the row behind us are also talking to each other.

"Your timetables have already been updated and I think most of you already know, but there will be no lessons today. There will only be organizational matters today and then everyone can go home."

I see how almost everyone quickly pulls out their phone and looks at it and at first I don't really understand why. After a few seconds, Karasu does what he always does and annoys me: 'He stabs me in the ribs like a joke' but It really hurts. What does he want?

"Get your phone out, I want to know if we have the same classes, dude!" Oh well, now I get it. I quickly take out my phone with my sweaty hands and start shaking slightly, 'what if we don't have anything together? No, we must have something together... right?

I quickly open the link Karasu sent me and enter my name and date of birth. He is already staring at my phone, but what appears is not a course schedule but a red message with black letters-

"Fuck that!" He almost snatches my phone out of my hand again and pushes the message away, 'I couldn't even read it'. He swipes down and looks for my plan while I keep looking at my phone. I try to control my pounding heart a little.

"Dude, we're really lucky! We have a lot together!" Finally some good news, I stare at my phone and look at my courses. They haven't really changed from last year, but one thing jumps out at me:

"Higher chemistry?"

"Yes, that was apparently reassigned to many"

"But I didn't choose it at all-

"It doesn't matter! We've got it together and we'll get it right! You're good at chemistry, aren't you?"

"So-

"Hello students of the now second semester" Everyone looks forward to the podium. A tall guy with reddish-brown hair stands at the front and looks through the rows.

"Many of you will probably have been assigned a new subject...Higher Chemistry" Shit, was that him? I'm already fucking up in every other subject and now I have to have a higher chemistry subject too?

"Many will not have chosen it but that doesn't matter...I'm only going to say this once" Is there an announcement coming now?

"This is an exam... from Playtime Co. to all students" huh? An exam? What the hell does this guy mean?

" The exam will take place tomorrow, in separate time and a systematic structure... Soon you guys and your precious fantasies will sink straight to Hell. Good luck" What the Fuck? Tomorrow already? A chemistry exam from Playtime Co. to the students? Shit, what's that going to be?

With that, the guy turns around and quickly disappears to the left through a backstage door. The only thing you can hear now are the astonished students who, like me, have no idea what kind of speech that was. You can hear the big brown doors in the back opening and people are already running out, and Karasu speaks his mind again.

"ugh an exam? what stupid shit... But maybe it's group work and I'll get together with a cute girl who's also smart" Dude, the guy only thinks about something like that.

"I don't think it will be a group job..." No, I'm almost sure of it. A test from Playtime Co. will very definitely be in solo exits, at least I hope so. Because if I had to work with someone and I messed it up, that would be bad. 'I'd rather fuck it up alone'

So we get up from the line again and walk to the exit. I look down at the ground, but I have a funny feeling in my stomach and immediately look up. And there she was again, the group from the bus. This DogDay Girl was walking right at the front and that's why I only saw her hair, but there's someone who behaves like me. I think it's a girl with long black hair and she's about my height. She looks at the ground like I do all the time-

"Hey man, no need to stress, we have the exam together tomorrow. We'll get through it...Somehow" I was about to say that I don't think about it, but if I do, he'll notice me staring at this other girl and then it'll start again. 'So I'll be quiet for now'. We leave the lecture hall and walk through the huge white corridors again, I'm a bit happy...At least I have a few subjects together with Karasu. As soon as we get outside, Boxy heads back towards the Dorms, walking along the streets while holding his phone in front of his face and typing away.

"Y/N Are you coming to Boxy too?"

"No, I have to go home and prepare everything first...you know"

"All right, I'll see you again tomorrow at the same time." With that he runs after Boxy across the street and I can see from a distance how he slaps him on the back. The two of them don't look a bit alike, though. Meanwhile, I walk back to the bus stop and wait alone for a while.

Not even a minute into the wait, the first bus arrives, stops and lets the air out of the tires to go lower. I get on and simply ignore everyone, walk through to the back and sit down in my regular seat. Now I just put my headphones back on and head home again.

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I've finally arrived home and the first thing I do is get changed. I just put on my pyjamas, I haven't really slept well and that's exactly what I'm going to do now. There's no one at home either 'As almost always' so I just walk towards my bed and literally throw myself on it. I still have my headphones on so I only need to make two taps on my phone and it plays exactly what I need to hear.

I already have a plan for this weird chemistry exam tomorrow. I'm going to sleep all day and then pull an all-nighter, going over every subject I've ever had. At that moment my phone vibrates again and I wonder who it could be...'year group'?

I'm barely inside and people are already writing, 'But not because of me' Almost everyone is upset that this exam is taking place tomorrow. One even says he asked someone from the third semester and they didn't have it. 'Strange' But in this big conversation there is only one person who tries to calm people down. The name is just a number but as I read the message to myself in my mind...I'm sure it's her

"A Higher Chemistry Exam?"

"Who the Fuck even was that weird looking guy?"

"I asked Students from the Third Semester and they didnt have that Shit?"

"Fuck i dont know anything about Chemistry?"

"Guys calm down, everything will be fine tomorrow"

This year will be very complicated.

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drvnkd4zed · 2 years ago

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Enhypen reacting to another member interrupting you two

‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾ Jungwon

You've been working the whole day so you come home exhausted and breathless. You lay on the couch staring at the empty wall right in front of you. You close your eyes for a second, but then you feel a hot breath caressing your forehead. You look up and see Jungwon's eye smile. "You woke up!" he says surprised. "I wasn't sleeping" you state. "Were you practicing your snoring then?" Jungwon replies, sitting next to you. You decide to ignore his jokes and kiss him as he leans to you. "Your lips taste like strawberries" you say smiling, then you kiss him again. It took an instant to break the atmosphere. Not just an instant, but a person too: and that person is Sunghoon. "I'm sorry" he whispers shyly. "What do you need?" Jungwon asks him, noticeably annoyed. "Nothing, I'll come back later". Jungwon won't hesitate to close the door and kiss you passionately later, just like nothing happened.

‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾ Heeseung

You and Heeseung are spending the day at home chilling for your anniversary, the next day you two booked a flight abroad to celebrate so you decided to rest. "Can you believe we've been together this long?" you ask him. "It's very tough, you're so annoying" he says laughing. You smack him with a pillow, making him grabbing it. "See? You're violent". "How can you still love me after so much time?" you ask him again. "It's impossible for me to not love you". You grab his chin to turn his head towards you, leaning a kiss on his lips. He kisses you back more passionately as you caress his cheeks. " Guys!" you two suddenly stop hearing this familiar voice calling you. "I finally won that Geometry Dash level" Niki shouts as he sneaks inside the living room. "Am I interrupting you? Bear with it" he says as he sits between you two. Heeseung pushes Niki to the edge making him fall. "I'm going, but you're being very rude".

‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾ Jay

Jay runs to you, grabbing you by your waist and kissing you hard. You startle because of his sudden actions, pushing him further so that he can explain. "We have five minutes before Jungwon comes here and I missed your lips so much". You smile at him, crossing your arms around his neck. Jay pushes you to the wall, pressing your back against it. Your lips meet his as you close your eyes. His hands caress your hips ending up on your butt, you feel the passion and the love from him, but then you hear someone coughing and it can't be Jay as he's kissing you. He sighs and turns around to see who's that. "The bus arrived 3 minutes earlier".

‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾ Jake

"I need to tell you something" Jake says as you sip some of your coffee. "There is a reason I took you to this café" he continues. You look for clues around you, but no answers. "The first time we met, we were drinking ice teas here" he says. You smile at him innocently, while you feel like your heart's becoming a lot warmer. "I think you might have noticed this already, but I like y-" Heeseung slaps Jake's shoulder interrupting him. You still have your mouth opened in shock. "What's up?? What are you two doing here all alone?" Heeseung asks. Jake looks down, embarrassed. "I'll go order something and get back to you" Heeseung leaves us , but Jake couldn't look at my eyes anymore. "Jake" you whisper. He raises his head, looking cute. "I like you too".

‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾ Sunghoon

Everyone knew it is your anniversary with Sunghoon and the members gifted you two with two tickets to entry the amusement park. There are a lot of rides and shops with plushies, candies and t-shirts. "Which one do you want to try first?" Sunghoon asked, referring to the rides. "There's a haunted house over there!" I reply smiling, pointing it. He doesn't look too excited about it, but he wants to do it if you want to do it. "Are you scared?" You ask him. "no, I've got to show you how I protect my woman". His words makes you laugh, knowing he'll scream like a baby the whole time. You two head towards the haunted house where everything's dark and dusty. The mission was to escape the house finding the clues. "I can't see anything" he whispers to your ear. "That's exactly what I wanted, now it's just the two of us". You pull him closer and kiss him. You can feel his smile growing on his lips. You two lay on the floor and kiss even harder, right when he's starting to unbutton your shirt, you can see a light behind sunghoon's head and above you. You look up to see Sunoo using the torch of his phone. "What the hell are you and Niki doing here?" Sunghoon yells. "We bought two more tickets but we didn't expect you to visit the haunted house" Sunoo explains. Sunghoon looks very frustrated and shocked, so you calm him down holding his hand. "It's fine, actually... it could've been weird to make love here" You say. "Sorry, when they locked the doors I thought it was just the two of us" Niki said pointing Sunoo. Niki turns off the torch of his phone, gets closer to us and whispers:"Now let the real game begin".

‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾ Sunoo

Sunoo takes you to your favorite bakery, surprising you with your favorite cake. "Happy birthday to you~ happy birthday to you~ happy birthday y/n, happy birthday to you!". Once Sunoo stops singing you open your eyes and blow the candles. "I am SO curious about your wish" he says staring at you. "It's something very simple". You actually don't want to tell Sunoo about the travel you organized and bought for the two of you. "Then say it!". You kind of feel confused, you don't know if it's the right time to say it but you eventually put your hands inside your pocket, taking two tickets. "WHAT'S THIS?" Jake yells hugging Sunoo from behind. Sunoo's face changed in a second, showing a disgusted and annoyed expression. "Why would you interrupt us right now?!" Sunoo asked. Jake's laugh makes you laugh too, smiling at Sunoo who was still very annoyed. "I'll go grab something to drink, I'll come back once you two are done". Jake leaves you two alone and Sunoo smiles at you again. "I like Jake but sometimes I wish he was more descreet".

‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾ Niki

"Jump higher! No, not that much! Wait- turn right- no, go to the left!" "Niki stop! I can't play video games if you keep shouting!". Niki drinks some of his water and throws himself back on the couch. "I'm not giving you any other advice" he says. "I can play anyways, I don't need your tips". "Let's play one more match, if I win you're going to kiss me and if you win I will kiss you" he says smiling. "I can't see the diff-" "And if I win you're going to buy me lots of strawberries" he adds, interrupting me. "I'm down!" You shout. You two are in the middle of the game when someone switches the tv off. "What the fu-" "Niki, no!" You shout, interrupting him. You look up to see Jay with anger filling his eyes. "What are you two doing? We're late for Sunoo's birthday party!". Niki sighs and throws the gamepad on the couch angrily. "Let's say I won" he says. You land a kiss on his cheek, making him blush.

I'm back lol

#enhypen reactions #enhypen #kpop #heeseung #jake #jay #jungwon #niki #sunghoon #sunoo #kpop requests #enhypen imagines

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boizandgurlzinthehouse · 3 years ago

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omg so damiano with a band member reader who’s sleepy/asleep and he’s got her to sleep so now she’s asleep on him and he carries her off the tour bus(?) so he dosent have to wake her up and then puts her in his bed

i don’t know what this is. ur i think it’s cute? so well go with it

a/n: this is so pretty dhdksh of course it's cute !!

the road to rome was hella-tiring and hella-exhausting. waking up at 4am, you only slept 3-4 hours because unlike damiano, who already slept off at 11pm with his chamomile tea, you couldn't sleep because of the stress and the fear of the flight. scurrying closer to him, you leant your head on his chest, but even his calm, sleepy breaths couldn't calm you down –you don't wanted to wake damiano up, he had been touring constantly for two weeks in europe, now, when he had enough time to rest, you felt it could be a wasting of time, and it made you nervous, to take his time redundantly. instead of this, taking sleeping pills, finally at 1:40am, you felt like something hit you out from your body, falling into a dreamless, deep sleep.

"are you tried, baby?" "wha...?" you mumbled, pulling your head from side to side as you turned to damiano. blinking a couple, you shook your head hesitantly. "no..." leaning back your head to the head of the seat, damiano tilted your head towards him, but instead of looking at him, you just leaned your head onto his shoulder.

"yeah, of course, cara mia." he chuckled, kissing the top of your head, noticing that vic just filmed down the whole scene with her phone, catching the last moment when damiano looked at her. "vic, please, y/n's just hella tired, i think she doesn't even knows where we are, or where we're heading to." "okay... but she's just too cute!" pouted the girl, eyeing as you grabbed into damiano's arm in your sleep. "yeah, i think too... might have carry her through way home." "you don't let me film this, but you carry her through the crowd where anyone can see? so unlogical."

as damiano carried you in his arms, you were so fast asleep that when you began to blink yourself awake, you almost began to startle, feeling the shrinking—lifting mechanic of being someone's arms.

"dami, what... where are we?" you mumbled, fingers trying to reach out for anything that was him —you treaded through the fabric of his blazer, running up to his bare skin. "you slept in, little darling, that's why i'm taking you to our place. it's gonna be so soft, try to sleep in again, okay?"

damiano guessed that you nearly slept more than three hours, and when he made himself aware that you walked with them through the whole day with such a little sleep, his heart swarmed when you kissed his jaw, trying to fight the need of stroking your hair, or kissing you right back —you weren't heavy for him, not at all, but slipping ut of his hands? no, not on damiano's watch.

stumbling up on the stairs (ethan helped him to open the door), damiano sat down with you on top of him on the bed, tilting his back to the head of the bed, not doing anything —just longing his stare on your peaceful, adorable face as you slept. tracing his fingers through your hair, now he could do it, thanks to that your arm linked in his, like you tried to snuggle up to him even in your sleep. as he reached for his phone, making a few photos for himself, some soft aesthetic that surely didn't fit into his instagram feed, but maybe you can use it later, if you'd like —and finally, a short video on mystory, blowing up the fandom with those pics and those fan accounts who supported your relationships.

smelling your hair, damiano stroked your skin anywhere he could reach, not finding peace while swimming in your presence. than slowly, he helped down your t-shirt from you along your denims —he knew he can do it because you gave him permission since once he said that he would never touch you without your consent, even if hd would die for just a tap of your skin.

after taking care of you, covering you with the blanket, damiano shimmied down his shirt and pants too, climbing beside you under the white, fluffy heavy sheets. kissing your forehead, his heart fluttered when you tucked your head under his chin, into his chest by an inscinct —you always found him.

holding the back of you head and brushing your back with his slender fingers, damiano let himself soak into sleep with you.

he was sure that one day, the warm silver of his wedding band would touch your skin too.

sorry for being so freakin' late )): but i hope you like it <3

#maneskin headcanons #maneskin moodboard #maneskin imagine #ethan maneskin #maneskin #damiano david x reader #damiano icons #damiano x reader #damiano imagine #damiano david #damiano david x you #ethan torchio #ethan torchio x reader #ethan torchio x you #maneskin gives me bi panic #send me requests #request #reblog

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theshireisburning-so-mordoritis · 3 years ago

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Violence, Be My Therapy

Enemies To Lovers week - Day 3

Pairing: Agent Whiskey x F!Reader

Prompt: "Tell me who did this to you."

Word Count: 3.7K

Warnings: 18+. Smut. Unhealthy coping mechanisms. Angry, grieving Whiskey. Injury and blood mention. Illusion to reader being tortured. Possessive/protective Whiskey. Soft PIV sex.

They tell him it isn't healthy.

That he shouldn't be dealing with his anger and his grief by latching on to you, the pretty little thief with eyes as bright as stars and a tongue so sharp you can slice a man to ribbons in seconds.

They don't know shit.

The therapy doesn't work. He sits and he stews and he throws daggers with his eyes as the doctor tries to sink bony fingers into the grief stricken rot of his brain and rip out every dark little thought he's got going on.

What works is you. Hating you and hunting you down - the swipe of his fist across the swell of your cheek and your foot nearly caving in his ribs before you slip away into the night and the vicious cycle starts again.

They tell him to let the normal authorities deal with you, you're hardly their usual type of target after all but Jack's a man obsessed. He says it's because you stole from them, that it's the principle of the matter and he can't just let that lie.

He doesn't want to admit it's because he needs you - the beautiful disaster that let's him burn his darkness through her and still welcomes him back for more.

The first handful of times you slip from him he feels like he could tear you apart. He'd underestimated you and he could kick himself for it, despises you for using his own tactics against him - his ever present weakness for soft doe eyes and a buttery smile biting him in the ass.

He's repulsed that his body reacts to someone like you - it unnerves him, makes him feel all different shades of wrong and it's like you just know. You taunt him constantly, an airy grin on your face as you wink and blow kisses like it's all one big game until the day a fight between you goes south and something shifts.

Things had been different - brushed with a more depraved kind of violence and he'd seen the blind panic streak through your eyes, felt the way desperation gave you a sudden adrenaline kick when his hand had closed around your neck before you sent him flying backwards through a glass door.

He could barely feel the sharp chunk protruding from his thigh, the stain of blood on his jeans steadily expanding as he lifted himself up on his elbows and blinked down. When he'd tried to move, your horrified gasp had startled him, his head snapping up in surprise and eyes narrowing in suspicion as you'd hesitantly crept closer.

"Oh shit! - oh shit, I'm sorry, please don't move you might make it worse or cut yourself somewhere else. Just stay put!"

He'd wanted to snarl at you to stay the fuck away from him, to just go and leave him with another reason to loathe you but then you'd started stripping out of your hoodie and confusion had stilled his tongue, his mouth agape in disbelief as you'd gingerly stepped over shards of glass towards him and squatted by his injured leg to tie the clothing above the wound.

He'd hissed when you pulled it tight, his body jerking in pain and you'd flinched like he'd struck you, a flurry of shit, shit sorry spilling from your lips while he'd glared and tried to ignore the unsteady thump of his heart from your proximity.

"I'm not gonna pull it out okay." You'd stammered, voice cracked with nerves as you'd scrubbed a shaky hand over your face. "There's no way of knowing if it's nicked something and I really don't want to make it worse."

Jack had wondered then if blood made you queasy, you looked dazed, unfocused and it's really hard for him to snort in amusement. Some criminal. But then he'd begrudgingly reminded himself you're a thief, not a killer, this was probably your first time seeing so much blood given the way your eyes keep drifting to the wound.

"Hey eyes on me darlin'." He commanded, softer than he'd meant to but it'd been hard to treat you with his usual venomous disdain when you'd looked so damn lost. "You've done a mighty fine job, no need to be getting yourself all faint staring at it."

You'd dipped your head then, swiping your palms across your denim clad thighs whilst a shaky breath blew past your lips. "How long before someone comes to save your ass?"

"Pardon?"

"Don't play dumb cowboy." You'd grumbled with an exasperated glance at his face. "I know you probably keep in contact with your colleagues on job and you've been wounded so, how long till someone comes for you?"

Clever little thing.

It shouldn't have chewed him up - whether he should tell you or not.

But if he told you and you'd ran only to be caught by another agent he would have been pissed, the thought of someone laying a hand on you that isn't him, even if it is just to lock you away made his blood sear. But if you stayed you'd definitely be caught and on top of being pissed he'd most likely never see you again.

"Maybe 5 minutes." He eventually huffed and you'd nodded, standing to kick shattered fragments of glass away until you'd made a clear spot for you to sit whilst he'd watched curiously.

"You're not gonna run?"

"Gotta make sure my favourite guy doesn't bleed out before help comes." You'd shrugged, offering him a crooked grin when you'd plopped back down and carefully placed the foot attached to his wounded leg on your lap.

Always full of surprises.

"I'm your favourite guy?" He'd drawled with an arched brow and a teasing quirk of his lips. "Well consider me honoured sugar, but I must ask how low you've set the bar for myself to be top, surely you have better prospects than a man who's trying to launch you in jail."

"Hey you've chased me for over a year, that's dedication you don't often see these days." You laughed, bright eyes trailing over him slowly. "Plus try not to let this go to your hardly awful to look at either, even when you are trying to choke me without taking me on a date first."

He'd flashed you a wicked smirk, echoing your words slyly before rearranging his features into a stern frown. "I hope you're not flirting with me to try and keep yourself out of trouble little lady."

"Damn, it was worth a shot."

He'd felt something when you'd turned that devastating smile on him, the warmth of your laughter still swirling in your gaze until the thundering of footsteps had shattered the tentative peace.

You'd slid from relaxed to wary in a moment, distrust evident in the shadows of your sharpening features like you'd been expecting him to pull out his lasso and tie you to him so you couldn't escape. Jack hadn't even tried to move, he'd murmured your name instead, somewhere between a warning and a plea as he'd watched you swallow harshly.

You'd reached out, somewhat stunned as if you hadn't meant to, and stroked your fingers over the sharp curve of his jaw so tenderly that it had frozen him in place and left him speechless.

"Get well soon cowboy." You'd whispered, a mischievous glint blooming in your eyes before you'd whipped the stetson off his head and planted it on your own. "I'll be looking forward to the day you come take this back."

Now there's been nothing from you for weeks and Jack's close to losing it. He's scoured everywhere, all your usual haunts, potential targets that he's positive would catch your eye. They all remain silent.

The feeling in his chest makes him agitated, he tells himself it can't be but his initial frustration now feels an awful lot like worry - panic. It grows fiercer the more days that pass with no sign of you and the more he shoves denial at the issue the snappier he becomes.

Champ eventually gets fed up with him - sends him home for a week with strict instructions to stay away from anything to do with your case and to get some damn rest.

He doesn't listen.

His home office looks like a tornado has blown through. He's spent endless nights pouring over your file, the rushed scrawls of his handwriting on ripped out sheets of paper scattered across every surface. They're notes on you that he's added through the months, everything he's ever learnt, everything you've ever mentioned as some kind of explanation for why you do what you do.

It's like trying to piece together a puzzle that just crosses the line of being too fragmented. He feels like there's so many pieces he's still missing that he can't even begin to get some kind of picture of where you might be.

He almost ignores the knock at his door, too far gone with the need to find you, but then it comes again, sharper - more desperate. It makes the hairs on the nape of his neck stand up and the first thing he does when he goes to investigate is grab one of his guns. He's not sure what he expects to find but when he opens the door almost painfully slow but it certainly isn't you.

You sagged against the front of his house, barely able to stand with your ragged breathing and everywhere his dark eyes can see covered in blood.

He murmurs your name and you try to smile, a soft whimper cracking in your throat as your lip slits and more red trickles down your chin. He tries to move towards you but it's like wading through tar. Shock has made his limbs heavy and he thinks you see it because you push away from the house, try and meet him halfway with a limp in your step and your voice straining for something light.

"Hey there cowboy, miss me?"

Then your eyes roll back and you collapse.

His body manages to tear free off the shock, lunging forward to catch you before you can hit the ground and crack your head off the solid wood floor in his entryway. The unnatural angle he's in makes his knees scream before he's able to hook an arm beneath your thighs and swing you up against his chest.

Your head lolls against his shoulder and he panics, runs with you in his arms to the bedroom so he can lay you down and figure out the extent of your injuries.

There's so many.

You're a mess of cuts, of grazed and broken skin, bruises almost everywhere and the noise that slips from Jack's mouth is nothing short of horrified.

"Who's done this to you sweetheart?" He whispers despite knowing you won't answer.

You're still out cold - the agonised twist of your features gradually fading into something softer as your body forces to rest. He cleans and bandages you up the best he can in the meantime, his brow furrowing deeper when he dabs antiseptic on your wounds and you flinch with a soft moan of pain.

He doesn't realise until there's nothing more for him to do that he's fucking seething, his jaw locked up tight and blackened rage charring his veins as he looks down at your blood coating his hands.

Someone had hurt you, tried to take you from him. The knowledge makes him feel like he'll spiral out of control. As if it wasn't enough that his wife and unborn child were ripped away from him, now someone's trying to take the only thing he has left, the only thing that helps with the grief and the pain and the bursts of murderous fury that threaten to swallow him whole.

He refuses to look at it too closely, to take out this possessive thing he feels for you and poke at the tangled mess of it for answers.

But what he will do is wait for you to come back round, make sure you're okay before coaxing out the names of who hurt you and then he's going to slaughter them all.

You wake screaming and for the second time that night Jack runs, bursts into the bedroom like a bat out of hell before he falters at the sight of you shaking, tears spilling down your cheeks as you choke on sharp inhales.

He freaks out for a few seconds, it's been so long since he comforted someone after a nightmare he thinks he's forgotten what he's supposed to do. But then you notice him hovering at your door and his name is leaving your lips on a frightened sob and he's by your side in an instant.

He pulls you flush to his chest, maneuvers you carefully in his arms so he's not pressing on any wounds and rocks you slow and gentle with his lips brushing over your hair.

"It's alright darlin', I'm here - Jack's got you." He murmurs. "You're safe now sweetheart."

You curl around him so tight it's like you're frightened of floating away if you don't anchor yourself to him and Jack simply lets you, squeezes you softly every now and again to remind you he's still there until eventually your breathing becomes steady, the pulse he can feel beneath your skin less of a frantic drum.

He doesn't want to ask, hates the idea that it might upset you further but the fire that's been blistering his gut since you nearly bled out on his bed makes him blurt it out.

"Tell me who did this to you."

You shiver in his hold, voice an exhausted croak. "Someone who really didn't appreciate being robbed."

He goes rigid. "What the hell did you take that they nearly killed you for it?"

Your head tilts up and he immediately dips his chin to look at you - fuck your beautiful, even with all the cuts and bruises and your threadbare smile you're capable of making his chest ache.

"I told you the people I typically steal from aren't good people, there's some things those type of people shouldn't have access to and I make sure they don't."

He wants to push for more, opens his mouth with all the questions he has just waiting to tumble out but you silence him with a brush of your fingers against his lips and his eyes go wide.

"Please don't ask me anymore about them right now." You plead softly. "I can still see everything they did when I close my eyes."

Motherfuckers.

That hurts him, wounds him somewhere deep in the parts of him that sees you and demands protect protect protect, despite the fact he really shouldn't feel that way. He feels like he's failed again, those monsters had dug their claws so deep into you that you still feel the phantom rip and the hot drip of your blood and there's not a damn thing he did to stop it.

He wants to kiss the pads of your fingers resting on his lips, soothe the jagged edges of your pain and fold you in tighter to his body until you absorb enough of him that it forces them out but he's not sure if he can. Or even if he should - he's already struggling internally with how wrong this all is.

However it's not enough to stop him from asking. "What do you need me to do darlin'?"

He should have known he was dooming himself when your eyes dip dark with want, dropping to the place where your fingers tremble against his skin before returning to his gaze brushed hungry with longing.

It makes his breath come shallow and quick, watching you intently as you stroke your fingertips over the plump of his mouth - trailing them down his jaw, his neck and down to the collar of his shirt where you curl them tight into the fabric and use it to pull him to the tender, sweet give of your mouth.

You ease yourself down on the bed and Jack follows, just like he has done for the past year - like it's all he knows how to do anymore. He dips his head and seals his lips over yours, drowns you in kisses full of soft heat whilst his tongue slips over your own again and again and again.

He tries to keep his body hovered over you, doesn't want to risk being causing you any more pain but you're not having any of it. Your hands tighten to fists in his shirt as you yank him into you with more strength than he expects and a breathy sigh against his lips.

"I need to feel you."

The words crack him open - all his emotions swirling to melting point and erupting like a damn volcano until he feels like he'll shudder apart from the pressure of it all, the fear of it bleeding into you and making you just as fucked up as him.

But then maybe you already are. You steal from dangerous people for a living and thrive off being chased by a secret agent. You've taken everything he's ever given you - his violence, his rage, his grief - curled it inside yourself and hammered it with your own to give him back something precious.

The way you're looking at him now strips him to his barest, most honest self for the first time in years - eyes glowing tender with trust, a soft shy smile gracing your lips whilst your fingers comb through his hair - and he realises that he loves you.

He wonders if you already know - it scares him but he thinks he wants you to. He wants you to feel it with every stroke of his worshipful fingers over the curve of your face whilst he kisses you deep, wants you to sense it in every hushed rasp of careful praise as he peels off your clothes and brushes his lips over each piece of newly exposed skin.

You strip him just as reverently, a satisfied hum vibrating in your chest as he sinks against you skin to skin and he allows it to swell like pride in his own.

"This what you wanted pretty baby?" He husks, nosing at your jaw.

You wrap your legs around him, pull his hips flush against the warm cradle between your thighs and grin when he chokes. "Almost." You breathe.

Fuck, you'll be the death of him.

But he doesn't have it in him to argue, to suggest that maybe they shouldn't because you're wounded or because you've spent the last year beating seven shades out of each other. Instead he takes his cock and guides it to your silken slick heat, his breath hitching in his throat as he rubs his length through your folds and feels you go boneless.

"Jack, please." You whimper and he can't hold himself back any longer.

He rocks his hips and slips inside you inch by inch, his lip caught between his teeth as your pussy flutters around the thick of him and you gasp when he finally sinks to the hilt.

His whole body trembles and he'd be worried about suffocating you if it weren't for your palms pressing flat against his back, drunk on the need to be encased by him completely as his forehead falls softly against yours.

"You're so fucking beautiful." He whispers and you liquify, go all warm and shiny eyed for him as your hips grind beneath his and you hold him tighter.

He fucks you honey slow - languid rolls of his hips and butterfly soft brushes of his fingers up your sides - taking your arms from around his back and raising them above your head so he can stretch you out beneath him and melt into you.

His mouth finds itself crushed to yours, kisses open mouthed and sloppy as you pant your desire into one another. When he nudges against that fleshy spot inside you arch up with a broken cry, pussy clamping tight enough that his eyes almost roll back in his head and he nearly loses himself there and then in your pleasured moans of Jack Jack Jack Jack.

"Sound so perfect saying my name honey." He groans.

The room fills up with the sounds of your lovemaking, the wet squelch every time he rolls his hips into the soaked clutch of your pussy and the rising moans of you feel so good and oh fuck yes right there.

He can't resist sliding his hand between your sweat slick bodies to touch at the swollen mess of your sex, fingers rubbing quick, tight circles on your clit as he angles his hips and spears himself into the heart of your pleasure with every deliberate, firm stroke.

He knows you're nearing your peak. The tension curling tighter in your body, muscles in your wrists jumping beneath his palm and your legs quivering around his waist. It unhinges something hungry in him, his pace picking up desperate to feel you snap around him, to taste the pleasure on your skin as your pussy milks his cock.

A wicked bolt of pleasure shoots through his gut and he sinks his teeth into the curve of your shoulder to muffle the ragged growl tearing up his throat.

"Jack! Oh fuck I'm gonna -" You sob, your body spasming and ankles locking tight against his ass, trying to shove him deeper as you cum hard.

It punches the air from his lungs, your pussy strangling his cock as he feels the gush of hot liquid painting him and yanking him brutally into his own release. He gasps and chokes on it, hips stuttering before he grinds himself as deep as he possibly can whilst his cock swells and spills warm ropes inside your walls.

He's kissing you as soon as he can breathe again, your fingers buried in his hair, murmuring your affection whilst he brushes his lips wherever his mouth can reach and slips his cool tongue over the sting of his mark on your shoulder - the blaring reminder that even when you're both being sweet you're still tinged with a little violence. The good kind.

You look down at him as his chin rests on your stomach and his eyes are streaked with vulnerability and you smile. The kind of smile that maybe can't heal everything but it can knit a few of the torn edges back together.

They tried to tell him this isn't healthy.

They don't know shit.

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Should've Told You (Leigh Shaw x Reader) Chapter 6

Summary: Y/n and Leigh talk some more.

A/N: Let me know what you think. Not really sure how I feel about it.

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She made you tie her shoes.

Almost every day at school or when you hung out together, Leigh made you tie her shoes.

Well, she technically didn't make you but she would ask only you. Sometimes she didn't do it verbally, she'd jab you with her elbow and stick her foot out to show the untied laces. Other times she would make a lot of eye contact and drop her gaze to the ground until you noticed. You would grumble in annoyance but you would still get down on one knee, prop her foot on the other, and tie her shoe without protest. To show her gratitude she would give you a hug and then you secretly anticipated the next time she needed her shoes to be tied. There were moments you initiated the action by asking if she needed them tied and she would blush with a sheepish yes. That meant she held onto you with a side hug until you had to go separate ways. Of course, that was before Jade took the majority of your attention.

Then one day, around the beginning of junior year, you started to notice that she wouldn't ask anymore. Her shoes would be untied through the day and she didn’t make you fix them. You would see the loose laces in the morning, during lunch, and in the afternoon just before everyone had to get on their buses. But because of an argument with your girlfriend, you didn’t offer right away.

You found it odd that they would be left untied because it's not like she wasn’t capable of tying her own shoes. You knew that she never liked to, but to leave them be and not ask anyone else was weird. So after another week of noticing this, at the end of the day while you were gathered with your friends, you noticed Leigh's untied laces once again. This time, you drop on one knee in front of her and pat the other one. "What are you doing?" She asks with a startled tone.

"Leigh, it's been several weeks and I've seen you tripping in the halls. Let me tie your shoes," you tell her with a smile and pat the standing knee again. She rolls her eyes but casts a grateful look towards you and you notice her giving your girlfriend a nervous one. "Can I come over today?" You grab her attention back to you and then switch her feet.

"Oh um… yeah. That should be fine. My mom said she wants to make tacos tonight, so it's a good day to hangout."

You feel a nudge on your shoulder and look up at your slightly annoyed girlfriend. "Babe, I thought you might want to hangout with me tonight… You know my parents are out of town this weekend and I hate to be lonely," she pouts and bats her eyes in a way that is supposed to be sensual and alluring but to you it only comes off as desperate. Jade has been trying to get you into bed for the past five months because she figured after being with someone for six months it was time to cross another threshold of the relationship. But you weren't ready to have sex. You didn't know if it was her, or timing, or some old religious teaching that you don't even believe anymore but you didn't want to have sex.

"Well, you can come—" Leigh is cut off by Jades glare and now you know that there is definitely something going on between the two of them. "Nevermind, Y/n, I think that you should go hang out with your girlfriend instead. Thank you for tying my shoes." Leigh backs away when you’re done and leaves to go on her bus.

You sigh and shake your head at your girlfriend before you turn and catch up with Leigh. She tries to ask what you are doing but you stop her. "You said what you think now I'm gonna say what I think. Okay? Can I do that?"

"Sure," she mumbles and plays with the straps of her bookbag.

"I think that I haven't really spent time with my favorite person in a while and I don't feel like being pressured into having sex for the millionth time when I'm not ready." Leigh scrunches her nose and complains about not wanting to know that much information about your relationship. You laugh and agree that maybe it was a little much to reveal but it was getting to the point where you needed to talk to someone about it. There was a whole lot more but no one needed to carry that around so you carried it alone. "Okay, I won't tell you any more about my troubles but if we break up just know it's your fault." You tease but then all expression drops from Leigh's face.

"Why would it be my fault? You didn't even like her until I said something. I practically set the both of you up!" She says with panic in her tone.

"Shh… her other super spy friends are everywhere. She'll hear you, and have my ass later for it," you whisper semi-jokingly. It was scary the amount of times Jade found out about some private conversation you had about her. She'd either get really mad or very clingy depending on what she found out. "Also that is so not true. I was attracted to her way before you told me she had a crush."

Leigh snaps her eyes towards you. "Really?" You nod. "Oh. I just thought… Nevermind. I don't know what I thought." There was that weird look again and you still haven't deciphered what it meant. But as usual, you shrug it off.

"Can I pwease come over? I really want to hangout with you. I miss you," you poke her cheek with a pout and a childish voice.

"Fine but no sleeping over. Your girlfriend already hates me enough," her eyes widened at what she had said.

Your brows furrowed in confusion, "What?"

"Nothing, let's just… talk when we're not at risk of being heard by her coven or whatever the fuck they're calling themselves these days," you laugh at her description of Jade’s band members slash other friends. They were always trying out some dark name to give themselves to seem deep and mysterious. Leigh grasps your bicep and rushes you over to her bus.

"Oh I stopped paying attention to all that a while ago. I just know that they all scare me. I've taken to calling them Widows but only in my head because I know that no one will get the reference," you find a seat towards the back to sit down.

"You're right because I have no idea why you would call them Widows."

"It's a comic book thing," you shrug.

Leigh snorts and shakes her head. "Nerd," she mocks.

It took the entire ride over to Leigh’s house to make you realize just how long it’s been since the two of you hung out. You had been busy with training for your new job and she was getting more shifts at her mothers dance studio. She wasn’t teaching yet but she was being given more responsibilities which kept her time occupied most afternoons. The two of you chatted and caught up with each other but it was mostly small talk. Like she was deliberately holding back from you. Normally, Leigh was right next to you so there was no chance of being overheard while you mocked the other kids on the bus. This time she used her backpack to make space between the two of you and kept the conversation formal.

She eased up when you guys arrived at her house and then things fell into a normal pace again as the two of you lounged on the couch in the basement, watching The Amityville Horror. Since watching Saw, she has changed her opinion of horror movies considerably but only if you were around as she was still frightened by them. Leigh admitted to you once that she can't watch them without you, that she tried with Jules and her mom on a few occasions but ended up running off to her room. That made you smile.

You couldn't help but laugh at her when she jumped; attaching herself to your side, burying her face into her hands. "We can turn this off if it's too much for you," you watched her with a grin on your face.

"Shut up! It's not even scary," she complained as she pushed herself away from you. You instantly missed her warmth but there was nothing you could do about it.

"Lollipop, you're missing half the movie!" You retorted with a laugh.

"Don't call me that," she mutters as she walks from the couch to the recliner to add space and you could feel the distance build between you again. “Why don’t you have a special nickname for Jade?” She asks, keeping her gaze on the screen even though you are certain she can feel your eyes on her.

“One hasn’t manifested naturally. Not a cute one at least, there are plenty of things I choose not to call her,” you respond lightly but Leigh doesn’t laugh.

You sigh and pause the movie. Leigh frowns and furrows her eyebrows as she turns to you, “I told you the movie isn’t scary. I can handle it!”

“What happened between you and Jade?” You ask.

“Nothing. Put the movie back on,” she crosses her arms and slouches into her seat. You don’t budge and ask her again, telling her that she doesn’t need to lie, that she can tell you anything. “I don’t know what you’re getting at. Nothing happened, nothing is wrong. Everything is fine,” she stands up and walks over to you to grab the remote from you but you hold it out of her reach. “Stop being annoying, there is nothing to talk about.”

“Come on, Leigh. I notice everything, something happened and I want to help. Please, just tell me what it is,” you plead with her and she locks her jaw, annoyed that you won’t drop the subject.

Leigh walks back over to the recliner and plays with her thumbs as she considers telling you what happened or kicking you out and making sure you never bring it up again. “We hung out just the two of us right before school started and she told me that I needed to set better boundaries between us. That it was wrong for you and I to be so close when she was the one dating you. Said that I was somehow getting in the way. Jade was just being annoying and jealous. You know how she is. But Jade was clear that as long as the two of you were together, you and I couldn’t be as close as we used to be. So she said either I pull away from you a little or cut you out completely otherwise she would take matters into her own hands.”

You frown and run your fingers through your hair. The sad thing was this wasn't unbelievable. It sounds exactly like Jade because she gave you the same choice, “Why would you agree to that?” you ask, hurt that she had been following along. She invited you over less and when she did it was always a group thing. She stopped asking you to tie her shoes. Leigh barely hugged you anymore. Phone calls barely lasted an hour any more. And she always had an excuse to avoid plans you made unless you mentioned another name being involved.

“Because she makes you happy and you make her happy. That’s important to me.”

“Oh, and our friendship isn’t?”

“That’s not… What? Of course our friendship is important to me! But your happiness means more,” she argued.

“Well obviously you haven’t been paying attention because I’m miserable,” you let slip. Leigh goes quiet, possibly wrapped up in her own thoughts. You curse to yourself because before this moment you hadn’t admitted to yourself how you were feeling in the relationship. No one knew there were problems with you and Jade. It all appeared to be happy and healthy, your friends often commented on how nauseatingly adorable they found you two. But alone it was far from it. She was controlling and manipulative and possessive. She was close to driving you insane with her jealousy and her rules. Most of the time you spent together would start off good. You would cuddle or make out, joke around or just chat. Then one wrong thing happened and that led to arguing and absurd accusations, which always ended with one of you walking out on the other. Recently she was fixated on the idea that you had feelings other than friendship for Leigh. You, of course, denied every claim she made. Making it clear that you only wanted her. Which she bought until she saw you around Leigh. Then the manipulation would start and you hated that the most. That really made you want to call it quits and find a way to get her out of your life for good.

Despite the growing pile of negative aspects of your relationship, there were some really good times. Like when she would make you laugh harder than anyone, or was supportive of all of your crazy ideas, or when she helped you prepare for a role, or when she wrote you a song, or the way she clung to you after she had a really bad day. Like she needed you and only you. It made you feel good in the moment but would later twist your stomach in knots in the most uncomfortable way possible. Thinking about what would happen if you broke up with her. Your mom liked her a lot and she got along well with your brothers. She was the second person you told about your older brother’s remission. Leigh was of course the first, but your brother wanted Jade to know. He really got along with her and that was important to you because for a moment there, you didn't think he was ever going to be around to meet anyone you dated. Both of your brothers were already calling Jade their sister-in-law. Which sounded cute at first but now it made you feel like you were suffocating.

Jade did make you happy sometimes. Those times were just becoming less and less. What made matters worse was not only did you feel that you couldn’t leave, you didn’t want to. Things were so complicated and ending it amicably was a pipe dream. You were wrong before, no relationship was flexible. Especially not when both parties were embedded in a very close knit group of friends. Breaking up with Jade meant that people were going to have to choose sides and you didn’t want to ask that of anyone but you knew that she would. You felt that you had to stick it out until she was done with you and hope that Jade didn’t make it into a big thing. Except you knew there wasn’t a way to end this relationship and remain friends after. You saw every ugly side she had and it scared you. But now that she brought Leigh into this, you weren’t as afraid of her. You would do anything to protect Leigh.

“I didn’t realize… You guys seem so… What’s going on? You can tell me, Y/n. I won’t say anything to anyone. I promise,” Leigh makes her way back over to you and takes your hand in hers to give you support and the strength you suddenly felt you were lacking.

It takes you a second to gather your thoughts but you easily confess to Leigh every negative part about your relationship; you end it by telling her how much you want out of the relationship but express why you can't leave. She gives you a hug and the two of you don't let go until her mom calls out your names to notify you guys about dinner being ready. "I wish…" you let the words fade away, not having the courage to properly end the sentence with “I was with you.” Instead, when she's looking at you in the eyes patiently waiting for you to finish you say, "I wish things were easier with Jade." She looks disappointed but you don't question why and pull away.

Dinner is light and fun, Jules ended up staying home instead of going out like she usually does on a Friday night. It was a full family dinner and you felt right at home being able to keep up with the dinner conversation and occasional quips. As it got late you became very aware of the time but you didn't want to leave. Leigh didn't want you to go either, despite what she had said earlier. So you spend the night after lying to Jade over the phone that you went home. You sleep on an air mattress instead of sharing the pull out couch like normal. Leigh moves to the edge of the bed and asks you to hold her hand because the horror movies are making it hard to fall asleep. You laugh but provide her that comfort. And you don’t let go until you wake up.

Saturday morning you help make breakfast, walk home, change and bike to work. After your shift, you go straight to Jade's house and give her exactly what she wanted. You made her happy and she told you that she loved you. That made you teary eyed, not from happiness like she assumed but you said it back with a heavy heart. You didn’t want an argument and when she wanted to go again, you did without question. Allowing to lose yourself in the moment instead of in your guilty conscience.

Monday morning Leigh resumed asking you to tie her shoes and you continued to receive the hugs that made your day. Jade quit trying to control your friendship with Leigh because she believed that you had given her every part of you and you never corrected her. Shortly after Jade boasted about the sex between the two of you, Leigh got herself a boyfriend and it killed you to see her with him. There was nothing you could do but concentrate on work, school, and Jade.

Then Leigh started working with you and it made it all the harder to focus on anything that wasn't her. But you carried on denying your feelings and just enjoyed making her laugh every chance you got. On the surface nothing changed between the two of you, the friendship remained intact and strong. But there were weird moments when you and Leigh would be hanging out by yourselves that you would remember that she had a boyfriend and you had Jade. She would be reminded as well. Things would go quiet for a bit and distance would settle between the two of you. But you always found a way to lose the tension and forget. Forgetting was easy, except when there were group gatherings and you were forced to be around each other and the significant others. Anytime you felt jealousy squeezing your heart when you saw them all cuddly and kissy and happy, you tried to pay more attention to your girlfriend. Despite your efforts, your eyes barely left Leighs. What made it worse was she would be staring back at you. Jade was oblivious to the little game you thought you might've been playing. You didn't want to read into her actions.

However, the jealousy didn’t go unnoticed by Leigh’s boyfriend.

At a party to celebrate the end of the school year that some kid in your class was throwing, he approached you about backing off of his girlfriend. Making insane accusations that you couldn’t technically deny but for the most part they weren't true. You simply told him that he had no clue what he was talking about. Then he got in your face, that’s what made things take a turn for the worst. Because Jade had made you smoke a full joint with some of her friends before they performed for everyone and Jules got you to share a few strong drinks with her and her friends, his outburst made you lose control. You didn’t remember much the next day, just that your hands hurt and you were completely embarrassed and ashamed of yourself. You went to your mom and asked if you could spend the summer with your dad who was ecstatic to host you during the vacation and paid for the plane ticket to leave that week. The only calls you answered that week were Jades and she was the only one to know where you were going to be for the summer. She asked for a break and you were relieved to give her one.

When you arrived in your hometown, you listened to Leigh’s variety of voicemails. She was upset about the fight, then she wanted to make sure you were okay, then she was upset to find out that you left, then she wished you a good summer. It wasn’t until a few weeks before your return that you had the guts to call her back. She was surprisingly happy to finally hear from you. She brushed you off when you tried to apologize and said it was probably for the best. Leigh tells you about the break up she went through, the girl she was secretly seeing, the babysitting she was doing for Lisa and Jerry and all of the other things she had done while you were gone. You hated that you missed out on a summer with your friends because of your stupidity.

When you returned, you had a new perspective on your life and you wanted to be a better person. You even considered finding Leigh and owning up to your feelings because hiding them appeared to be the root of your problems. All you could do was hope that it wouldn’t scare her away and maybe she even returned them. Then you saw Leigh unmeasurably happy with her girlfriend and you went back into old habits and straight to pursuing Jade. She wasn’t quick to take you back simply because she liked having you chase her around. But eventually she relented and it was the biggest mistake for both of you.

At the end of the day, Leigh was happy, Jade seemed happy, and although you were back to being miserable, that was all that mattered to you.

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The next morning you wake up with a searing headache and a warm body wrapped around you. For a second you fear that you might’ve had some random hook up that could potentially be leaked to the media and annoy you for the next months but luckily it was just Leigh. You feel your whole body relax at the realization and then you take in your surroundings. The two of you weren't in her bed, you were in the living room. Questions build as the details of the previous night slowly start to clear them up in your mind and guilt eats at you.

You can't believe that you told her about Matt's message. How you kept the true nature of your feelings for her all of these years is a mystery because you've failed again and again at keeping any other secret from her. Leigh snuggles into you more in her sleep only making you feel worse about the situation. Luckily, the movement caused the cool metal of the pendant on your necklace to land on her face and it was enough to wake her up. She never was a heavy sleeper.

"What is this?" She asks with closed eyes as she reaches for the pendant with her hand. "Am I feeling this right? Is this a cross?" She shifts in the position, hovering over you, to observe the newest piece of jewelry.

"It's my brother," you sigh.

"Okay, I must still be dreaming. What is this?" She holds the cross up so you can see it too.

"It's some of my brother's ashes," you explain better.

"That's not at all creepy," she mutters looking at the object more. You laugh a little at her words, still in pain from the headache. "Why'd you choose a cross? Literally no one in your family is religious."

"Not true, everyone in my extended family is religious. My mom was just the black sheep and then made sure her kids were too," you joke.

"Okay, that still doesn't explain the cross."

"I didn't pick it," you yawn. "My dad sent it to me. He's religious," you say pointedly.

"Huh," Leigh continues to play with the piece of jewelry which makes you smile. "How long have you had this thing? And why am I only now noticing it?"

You frown as you think back how much time has passed since you received it. "I don't know, not long. It wasn’t something I wanted to show off and have to explain so I usually keep it under my shirt and I take it off before bed. I was way too tired to do that last night though," you finish sheepishly.

"Right," Leigh says, still playing with the necklace. "I'm so sorry," her lower lip begins to tremble and it's a telltale sign that she is about to start crying. You adjust your position to sit up and hold her face in your hands.

"Hey, hey, no tears. It's okay, I'm okay. I deserved it, I was the one who showed up here wasted out of my mind. It's not your fault, Lollipop," you comfort her. "I believe I already forgave you. I'll buy a chisel and find a stone if I have to." She smiles through her tears and throws her arms around your neck in a tight hug. You return the gesture while stroking her back until she's ready to pull away.

"You're too good to me, you know that?" I feel like I'm not good enough, you reply in your head.

"Oh I know, but you've stuck with me this long. I think you've earned it." Leigh nudges your shoulder and calls you a jerk. "Ow hey! Do I need to look up a number for domestic abuse?"

"Whatever you big baby," she giggles, making the butterflies in your stomach flutter. Then she makes your heart race when out of nowhere she leans in and kisses your cheek for much longer than she ever has before.

"What was that for?" You ask once you've recovered from the shock.

"To make you feel better," she shrugs.

“Are you only healing the pain you caused or can you help with my headache too?”

“Hmm, I think I can make an exception,” Leigh places three chaste kisses on your head. One on each temple and one in the middle of your forehead. “Better?”

You wear a goofy grin and nod your head even though it didn’t cure the pain. "Much better,” you stare at her a little longer until you get an idea. “Give me the hand," you requested gently. She is confused, "The hand you hit me with," you elaborate. Then she pretends not to know which hand it was so she demonstrates every slap that was possible making you laugh before she gives you the hand that she hit you with. "Did it sting after? I vaguely remember my face stinging after."

Leigh shrugs, "I didn't think about it much because as soon as I realized what I did I went searching for you. Why?" She watches you examine the palm of her hand with curiosity.

"No reason," you say before you place an abundance of kisses on her hand and after you give it a light massage. "There! I kissed away all of it’s sins," you declare. “So now, the slap never happened.” Leigh shakes her head at you. "What?" You ask innocently.

"How is it that I hurt you and you still take care of me?"

"Because I love you," you answer simply. Leigh puts on a brave face because she thinks you mean it as a platonic kind of love. At this moment you wanted to kiss her to correct her but instead you consider letting Matt do that for you. "Are we okay?" You ask unsure if she was still upset about not letting her listen to Matt's last words.

Leigh pulls her hand away from yours and fiddles with her fingers. "I want us to be… I'm just confused. Why would you keep something like that from me? You never keep secrets from me."

You sigh, "It's complicated, he… Matt says that he didn't want you to even know about it. I figured since it was the last thing he asked of me then I have to do it. Besides, it's not an easy thing to listen to. It could set you back, Leigh. I don't want to see you hurting."

"Shouldn't that be my choice?"

You couldn't help but agree. It should be her choice. If she chooses to put herself through that pain, who are you to stop her? But it should be your choice too because the message exposes the biggest secret of your entire life. There was no way you were ready to have that out in the open yet. If ever. Not when there is a chance you could be repeating history and completely obliterate the relationship between you and Leigh. "You're right, it should be. But Matt explicitly says not to let you hear that message."

"Didn't he also say not to let me know about it? You already broke that promise. What's the harm in breaking one more?"

A lot of harm, you think to yourself. "Can I please think about it a little longer?"

"What is there to think about? He was my husband," Leigh stands up from the couch and you know that the moment is over for good. "Please, Y/n. Just let me listen to it," she pleads with you. But you don't budge and your headache is only worsening.

"I should go," you say, climbing off of the couch.

"Really? You're just going to walk out on me?" She raises her voice. Thankfully, her mom and sister were long gone by now.

"What would you rather I do? I don't want to fight with you but I can't just do what you're asking of me right now. You do realize what you’re asking me to do, right? I don't have many things that are important to me, Leigh. But keeping my promises is a pretty damn big one. All I need is a little time to be okay with choosing to break this one. Yes, I broke one last night while I was drunk. There's no excuse for that, but I can’t knowingly break another one. Not for you, not for anyone. You know this, Leigh.” You shake your head and rub your irritated temples. “Thank you for taking care of me last night but I think it’s best for both of us that I leave. I’ll call you when I’ve made up my mind,” you make sure you have your keys and cell in your pockets before walking towards the front door.

“Fine, just run away like you always do! Never one to stay when it’s time to actually step up, huh? Always playing the saint until someone catches on to your mistakes. How long are you going to disappear this time? A month? A year? My next wedding? Hell, when I become a widow again?” Leigh follows behind. You grip the door knob and take slow breaths to consider your options with a clear mind. Don’t say something stupid, she’s just upset, you remind yourself. There is nothing you can say that won’t upset her more and you’re not ready for her to know yet. So you open the door and with one last attempt, she tries to stop you. “Please, don’t go. I can’t promise that I’ll be so forgiving this time,” because you trust that she will be, you continue walking. “This will ruin our friendship!”

That makes you pause. You want to believe that she isn’t aware of what she is doing, that it was the new, irrational, and desperate grief side of her trying to manipulate you. Not the Leigh you’ve known for half your life. Not the one who helped you get out of several toxic and manipulative relationships. This wasn’t a person you recognized anymore. She wasn't your Leigh right now, but if you were going to help her find her way back you needed to know she would let you back in. Everything in you wants to walk away but she already made the mistake of saying something she can’t take back later. So you offer her a chance to take it back now and desperately hope she understands. “If I stay, I don’t know how I will be able to forgive you. So really think about what you say next, Leigh.” You keep your back facing her as your words are tense and short. The two of you are left at a standstill. She is being stubborn and so are you, the only good thing being that you guys aren’t saying a word. Neither is aware of how much time passes with both of you standing on her front porch. But it feels like forever. “Did you mean it?” You ask.

“No.”

“Can I leave?”

“Please don’t.”

You sigh, “I have to. I can’t think straight around you right now.”

Leigh approaches you and takes your hand in hers and gives it a light squeeze, relief fills you. “Okay, but please, don’t run away this time. Please come back.”

You squeeze back, “I will. I promise.”

Chapter 7

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