#Sorry the ending kind of flopped but I didn't want this to be as long of a post as it was getting
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Uta as the STAR GODDESS!!!!! She is also the godess of dreams and lullabies. She is in charge of crafting constellations, shaping dreams, She picked up singing from brook.
OK this gave me a kind of sad idea abt Uta--
Okay so Luffy is much much older than Jimbe, and Brook is even older than that, so Uta was a star that was very vibrant and colourful, and Luffy had no one to talk to but Brook, so he talked to the star a lot. Brook accepted this as normal and started singing to the star and Luffy at the same time. Then after abt a million years of this (Luffy and Brook are Very Old) the star burned out, as all stars do, and Luffy and Brook were both very sad to see it go.
But then Uta was born as the star collapsed. Not a god of anything, just Uta.
Luffy was infinitely excited at the prospect of this new sister, and Brook was happy to have a new friend. They spent eons teaching her everything they knew, about how to make music and stars and asteroids and smiles, and she took in everything, and for a long time they were happy.
Uta didn't like Jimbe, though, when Luffy accidentally melted that ice. She didn't like that he was cold and wouldn't play games or listen to her speak let alone sing. She tried talking to him once, and he nearly extinguished her. She was scared, because Jimbe was strange and new and mean.
Then Usopp sprouted from the surface of a planet one day, and grew weird green things that shriveled up when she tried to touch them. Luffy was in love, and started following Usopp around. But Usopp didn't like when Uta touched his plants, and Uta didn't like that Luffy tried to drag Usopp into their games that were supposed to be just them and Brook.
Then Chopper, who was friendly at first but then Usopp gave him whispers about concepts Uta didn't understand, like death, and then Chopper hid from her as best he could.
Uta didn't bother with the rest of them, would hide amid the cosmos where she used to play, where it was just her and Brook and Luffy but now Luffy is dancing with the mean whispers and Brook is singing to the cold indifference and she believes she is forgotten.
And she grows bitter.
But then Brook dissapears completely, somewhere on that one planet, and Luffy tells her he won't leave again until he finds Brook. Asks her to help him look, because the sun and the stars just isn't enough.
Uta hates the planet, covered in plants that shrivel away from her and oceans that freeze her. Gullible animals, and messy clouds. She stays for six months, before she finds the god that nearly killed her guarding a cloud of ash.
Fine. If that's how Brook chooses to keep her away, she doesn't have the power to stop him.
Instead, she leaves without a word, and she knows Luffy can see her leave, because Luffy is always watching over her but it's not so comforting anymore.
Then, thirty years later, a god she never bothered to meet comes to her. Robin, she calls herself, god of knowledge. She asked why Uta was hiding, and Uta denied it.
Robin shows Uta her husband's human city, and talks about humans and their creativity. She's inspired, and she tries to come to earth again. But the humans, the ones that looked so excited to see her, went red and started bleeding and died the second she got close. She was horrified, and grief-stricken knowing she couldn't see all the art and music the little mortals made.
Then Robin came to where she hid again, this time with her husband and with the god of creatures.
Chopper offered her a proposal. She be incarnated as a human, for mortality and to see this would everyone was so infatuated with. She took the deal.
In being incarnated, though, she was born as a baby and lost all her memories. She didn't, however, grow up with an imaginary friend named Luffy that moved the stars around just for her.
#one piece#Myths & Gods AU#Fun fact there is so much radiation in supernovas#Fun fact Luffy is not okay#usolu#lusopp#jimbrook#frobin#Sorry the ending kind of flopped but I didn't want this to be as long of a post as it was getting
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Hawk x sensitive!reader where even after he becomes all "tough" and "badass" he's still gentle with reader. I just need fluff and everything is so sickly sweet like I want my teeth to rot.
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(again i forgot which one it was)
YES OMG ☹️☹️☹️☹️ ; I'm screaming and crying were gonna fight wtf ; thank u for requesting some cobra kai stuff love u bae ; also sorry ab this cause I had no idea what to do here
HAWK MOSKOWITZ ; the one i love
summary ; while hawk is off becoming mean and badass, he's still nice to you, knowing you're kind of sensitive, and he doesn't want to lose his s/o
warnings ; language, talk of physical violence
track ; dedicated to the one i love, the mamas & the papas
word count ; 849
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Eli, these past few months, had changed. A lot. You didn't know whether you liked it or not either. He wasn't even Eli anymore, he was Hawk.
He'd taken on karate, got a new haircut, and completely changed his demeanor and personality. You couldn't lie, he looked cool, especially while showing off his moves, but what wasn't cool was him getting into unnecessary drama.
You'd seen some things online, though you tend not to stick around for any of it. You were caught up by Eli himself, considering you did online school. The bullying from Sam LaRusso and her friends had gotten too bad long ago, forcing you to hide away for the rest of your high school career.
You considered this transition good for Eli, as he was turning a new page in his story. He was able to defend himself, he was confident, and he wasn't being bullied anymore. But, at the same time, he was unrecognizable.
It wasn't in a bad way, not yet, at least. But this "Hawk" guy, wasn't your boyfriend, Eli. You fell into the arms of Eli Moskowitz, not Hawk.
Thankfully, he knew how to retain his relationship. Thank God his standards didn't raise, nor did his ego, as he changed.
You were slightly sensitive, you'd say, kind of emotional, mentally thin, maybe.
You had a bad day, though. That's all that mattered in this second.
You were trying to deep clean your room because it was nasty, and you were already mad. Nothing was working how you wanted it to. Your grades were dropping because you were becoming depressed and unmotivated, and you just wanted to see your boyfriend again. But of course, he'd been busy with karate and working out.
You yell out of pure frustration as you throw a pillow across the room toward your door before crashing onto your bed.
"Ow"
You quickly look up to see Eli standing in your doorway, having been hit by that pillow.
"Fuck, sorry" You mumble, proceeding to hide your face in another pillow that lays on your bed.
He slowly and cautiously steps in your room, picking up the thrown cushion. "What's wrong?"
"...Bad day"
He frowns, "What's wrong?"
You look up at him, spiky hair immediately catching your attention. "Can you wash out the gel before talking to me? You're intimidating looking like a badass"
He chuckles with a nod, "Yeah, I'll be right back"
You couldn't stand the mohawk. It intimidated you, like you were gonna be the next victim of his karate moves. He understood as you'd been honest about it long ago, and would often wash out his hair in the sink and use a towel to then dry his hair.
Now, his roots were dark brown, while the midsection to ends were bright blue. You'd helped him dye it, the reasoning why the bathroom sink was just barely stained with blue in the bowl.
He re-enters the room, his hair now damp, but un-styled. He sits on the bed beside you, allowing you to sit in silence with a pillow pressed against your face.
You slowly pull it away, looking up at him. You flop your back onto your mattress, staring at the ceiling.
"What's up?" He asks, his eyes gazing upon your tired and stressed expression.
You shrug, sitting up. "I hate online school, I have essentially no friends or hobbies, my proctors are shoving thirty assignments on me while I'm depressed and I need to do a million fucking other things-"
He quickly pulls you into a hug, silencing you. You accept his hug, arms draped around his shoulders as you rest your head on one of his shoulders. He does the same for you, his arms slung around your torso instead.
You groan, hiding your face from the light.
He lightly rubs your back, just trying to show you some comfort.
He speaks up after a solid minute of silence, letting you calm yourself down. "Do you want to get into karate? Or at least meet my friends? A lot of them would really like to meet you"
You shrug, unsure.
"It's okay if you don't want to"
You shrug again, your words mumbled from between his shoulder. "What if they don't like me cause I'm not like them?"
He smiles, a light chuckle escaping his lips. "Trust me, they're not gonna make fun of you or not like you in any way unless you give them a reason. And that in itself is pretty much impossible"
You nod, "Thanks"
"Is there any way I can help with your school stuff? What needs done? What can I do for you?"
"Calm down, Eli. I'll be fine. It's just when there's a lot on my mind, I stress out for no reason I guess. Like, I know everything'll be okay but... I dunno" You shrug, pulling away from his arms. "But thank you"
He nods, laying down on the bed beside you. "You tired? I am"
You nod with a smile, pulling him close to cuddle with him.
"Agh- your grip is insane!"
"Sorry"
#lowkeyrobin#gn reader#gender neutral reader#they/them reader#cobra kai x reader#hawk moskowitz x reader#eli moskowitz x reader#hawk x reader#jacob bertrand x reader#♣️ anon
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Pretty Boy
pairing: na jaemin x f!reader genre: roommates to lovers wc : 1.2k + summary: you are determined to convince your roommate to let you put mascara on his pretty eyelashes but things escalate when playful touches become more intimate. a/n: this is a short story that i wrote in like an hour sorry if it’s kind of all over the place lol. it has an open ending so possible part 2 if it doesn’t flop?? tysm for reading <33
part 2
"Jaemin, come here!!" you followed him out of the room as he escaped.
"Nope! Not a chance!" Jaemin retorted.
"C'mon, you're being so dramatic,"
"I'm not the one trying to poke your eyeballs with a strange object," he replied, his tone dripping with sarcasm as he walked away, keeping a safe distance from you.
"Please, it's just mascara. I'm trying to see how it looks on you," you said, practically sprinting after him across the shared department.
"When I agreed to room with you, I didn't know I was signing up to become your little experiment," he grumbled, effortlessly leaping over the couch and assuming a defensive stance. "Why do you even want to put mascara on me?"
"Like I said, you're being dramatic. And you have the prettiest eyelashes I've ever seen, so I must see what they look like all done,"
He rolled his eyes, having had this conversation with you before. You had always pointed out the unfairness of him having such long lashes but never doing anything to them.
"I'm not letting you come close to my eyes with that thing," he firmly stated, causing you to let out a sigh of frustration.
“Wait, what’s that behind you?” While you didn't expect him to actually fall for it, he momentarily looked over his shoulder, and in that split second, you swiftly jumped over the couch, landing right on top of him with a victorious war cry.
"C'mooon," he protested, but his hands instinctively found their place on your hips, keeping you in place.
"I'm just going to apply a little bit," you said innocently, moving closer to his face. He remained silent, which caught you off guard, considering how vehemently he had opposed the idea just moments ago.
His gaze was fixed on you, and you took it as an opportunity to concentrate on your task. You were so focused on not accidentally poking his eyes that you failed to notice what his hands were doing. He started slowly caressing your hips, it seemed like he was doing it unconsciously at first but then he started gently pinching and groping and it was getting harder for you to keep your hand steady.
"Does it usually take you this long to do this?" he asked, looking upwards as you worked the mascara brush on his lashes.
"Well, excuse me, but you're distracting me," you responded, pausing for a moment to give him an accusing look. When he met your gaze, you almost dropped the brush because of how absurdly beautiful he looked. His eyes appeared larger, framed by the now even longer and darker lashes. Despite his frown and occasional uncomfortable blinking, he looked mesmerizing.
You brought the back of your hand to your mouth, trying to hide the smile threatening to escape. However, he caught your gesture and gently took your hand, placing a kiss on it. "What are you smiling at? Do I look that ridiculous?" he asked, his voice lowering in tone.
"No," you replied, your voice slightly faltering. "You look good." If he hadn't already sensed your flustered state from the way your voice trembled, he certainly did when you flinched in response to his hands grabbing your thighs and pulling you down closer to him.
"Really? Show me then," he said, his gaze fixed on you. For a moment, you were confused, dazed by the way he was looking at you. Then it clicked, and you understood what he meant. Without hesitation, you pulled out your phone to take a picture of him.
As you captured the shot, you couldn't help but bite your lip at how intimate it looked. He was looking up at you through his eyelashes, a slight smile playing on his lips. The image clearly showed the fact that you were straddling him, his hands resting on your thighs. You knew you'd have to delete this picture after showing him because your best friends were notoriously nosy, and the last thing you wanted was for them to stumble upon a photo of you practically riding your roommate.
"Are you gonna show me or..." his voice snapped you out of your thoughts, and you cleared your throat, handing him the phone. You would have gotten off his lap by now if it weren't for his hand still holding you firmly in place.
"Mhmm..." he hummed approvingly as he looked at the picture. "I like it. I'm sending it to myself."
"What? No, no," you panicked, attempting to grab your phone, but he held it out of reach, lifting it over his head. Retrieving it would mean getting even closer to him. Instead, you gave him a death stare and an expression that clearly said, 'Seriously dude?'
"If you like it so much, I can just take another one of just you," you pleaded.
"But I like this one because you're in it too," he responded, raising an eyebrow.
Your stomach dropped, and before you could form a coherent response, Jaemin propped himself up on his elbows, your phone abandoned somewhere behind him. His face was now incredibly close to yours, his minty breath filling the space between you. You couldn't move away, and if you're honest with yourself, you wouldn't even if you could. After two years of being roommates with Jaemin, you had grown used to him being clingy and affectionate, and while you had found yourself on his lap on previous occasions, it had never escalated to this level of intensity.
Unconsciously, you bit your lip, a nervous habit of yours, catching Jaemin's attention. He lifted his hand and gently caressed your bottom lip with his thumb, causing you to cease the biting. Now his focus was entirely on your lips, and perhaps it was your imagination, but he seemed to be getting closer. "Don't bite these pretty lips; you'll roughen them up," he whispered in your ear, his warm breath sending shivers down your spine.
"Sorry..." you murmured instinctively, your voice sounding small and vulnerable. It was a clear indication that he was flustering you.
There were so many alarms going off in your head, warning you of the dangerous territory you were about to venture into. If you were smart, you would heed those warnings and run away.
"Okay, well, I'm done here, so..." you began to say, your voice trailing off.
"Are you? But there's a space here that needs taking care of," he pointed towards his eye, and as you leaned closer, you struggled to see anything out of the ordinary.
"What? Whe-" Your words were abruptly swallowed by his lips as they pressed against yours, catching you completely off guard. A whimper escaped your lips, met with a low grunt from him, as he skillfully moved his lips against yours. His hands found their way up from your hips to your waist, exploring the exposed skin revealed by your riding-up shirt. The kiss started off gentle but quickly escalated, his lips and hands working their way up your body. It was you who deepened the kiss, prodding him with your tongue, silently asking for entry. He sighed contently, granting you access, and the kiss grew wetter and more intense as your tongues danced together. His hips began to buck up, creating a delicious friction between your cores, eliciting moans from both of you.
There was no turning back now. You were well aware of it, and Jaemin seemed to understand too, as he pulled away from the kiss, suggesting, "Maybe we should move to the bed."
The implications made your lower stomach churn with a mix of excitement and nervousness, but you nodded, a smile playing on your lips.
"Let's go, pretty boy," you said teasingly, before darting away, Jaemin hot on your heels, eagerly chasing after you.
part 2
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#jaemin moodboard#nct#nct dream#na jaemin#nct x reader#jaemin x reader#nct dream x reader#jaemin fic#jaemin fanfic#jaemin drabbles#jaemin imagine#nct dream fic#nct dream scenario#jaemin x you#jaemin x y/n
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Not Fit For a Spy
Dating Pezzy had its perks. I mean you had not only him but Sly, too. But there were also the downsides. Every night, without fail, you'd somehow end up in bed first, trying to sleep.
And every night, without fail, he'd try to sneak into bed with you without waking you up. And fail.
Tonight was no different. He'd been streaming for hours and you'd had a long day at work. Just coworkers being stupid, like always. So even though you'd simply been in chat as a Mod you were growing more tired by the second.
Signing off while he was midgame, Max didn't even realize you were leaving. It didn't bother you, it happened all the time, but you kind of just wanted a hug from him. You got home while he was already streaming so you didn't get much more than a quick out-of-from hug and peck on the cheek when he'd heard you get home.
Pushing the slight bitterness to the side, knowing that it was merely from work stress, you closed twitch on your phone and plugged the device in on the nightstand before getting comfortable. With how drained you were from the day it was fairly easy to fall asleep for once.
A few hours later, you woke up out of nowhere. You were unsure what time it was but everything was dead silent. Unease pricked at your skin, half-asleep as you were.
And then you heard it.
"Sly, not right now," he tutted. "You're gonna trip me and then Mom's going to wake up."
His attempt at whispering was absolutely terrible to be entirely honest. You tried to hold in a tired laugh, you really did, but a quick curse followed by stumbling feet and a soft meow broke you.
"Oh, shit, did I wake you baby?"
"Yeah, but it's okay."
"I'm sorry." You could hear the pout in his voice and started laughing again, yawning halfway through the noise.
"It's okay, just come to bed."
"...I'm trying." The sound of the pout was ever-present. Speedrunning must've been tough. That or chat pissed him off somehow. "Sly keeps running between my feet."
Reaching for your phone, you turned on the flashlight and squinted, not ready for the brightness. The illumination showed a frustrated boyfriend and a frustrated cat. With a small smile, you called Sly over, letting her curl into your side to leave a clear floor for your boyfriend. He sent you a grateful smile and made his way over, flopping onto the bed and halfway onto you, face buried in your chest, arms around your waist.
With a cat on one side of you and a grown man on the other, you struggled to turn off the flashlight on your phone and put it back down. Eventually, you managed and used your hand to now card through his hair.
"You alright?"
"Mmm." He adjusts a bit, getting more comfortable. "How was work?"
"It was kinda shitty," you admit. "But it's better now."
"I'm sorry I was streaming when you got home."
"Don't apologize for doing your job," you scolded.
"I didn't even realize when you left chat. Then when I came in to check on you before continuing for a little longer you were already asleep. I'm sorry."
"It's alright, hun, I promise. It's all better now. I just wanted a better hug and here we are." You yawned again. "Now go to sleep, I'm tired."
"Night, baby." He pressed a gentle kiss to your throat, his stubble tickling your skin.
"Night, Max."
#frouse#pezzy#drabbles#streamtube#twitch#pezzy x reader#fluff#hes so cute#he would be terrible at sneaking#idc what anyone says#hes a goofball
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do you think the self-aware boys could be aware of other games you play on the console? this is kind of a silly thought but i got age of calamity when it came out and didn't play much because i was really bad at it. i've been playing totk recently but some self-aware au posts reminded me that i have age of calamity so i popped it back in to try out again (i'm still not great at it). and i just imagined tears getting jealous haha sorry hon i swear i didn't mean anything by it
(not me who plays a ton of indie games on my switch - guys I'm so sorry I just like the silly sushi game)
So as for them being aware of other games, they start off as not knowing much, just knowing that they're there. but after a while they can see the hours played! think the switch timer that shows how much you've played or maybe steam library style, I'm not entirely sure yet
as for your other point - I think their jealousy really depends on what game you're playing, how long you're playing for kinda a mix on the two!
other zelda games could have little/no jealousy or they could actually end up causing a literal fight if those two links met. I actually really need to draw out a relationship chart! cause I've been planning a self aware links meet and I've been stewing over this for a good while <3
say for legend? yeah, he's not going to be jealous of himself - that would be a waste of energy Sky would be a little petty if your totk playtime is higher than his but he gets along well with tears - to the point he'd be willing to share you with him (the same goes for wild/ possibly wars) Twilight wants to work with others - not all of them mind you but time, wild and wind? given the chance he will go out of his way to work with them rather than not and he is the ONLY one who does this - this is not 100% reciprocated with all of those links. (and his allies depend on what console you're on) the others are opportunistic with allies but they don't go out of their way like he does.
other series games? yeah no get them OUT of here they aren't sharing you with them.
in your case though anon?
I think tears would be more than fine with you playing aoc!! he's a little bitter over the fact (in his head) you might prefer the version of him that didn't die but no don't worry he's not that offended Calamity on the other hand? he's going to be a smug little shit. He had more than a bit of an inferiority complex when it comes to the others - aoc kinda flopped compared to other games (4mil copies to totks 20mil (totk sold half of aocs total sales in japan in THREE DAYS)) if you have more hours with him than with wild/tears then he will become more of an ass and get whiny about having your attention on him when he gets out. I also like to hc him as having really bad anxiety which leads to a really clingy yan
#ohhhhh the feelings they have towards other games#heheheheheheh#the plans I have#moss���answers#yandere link#linked universe#yandere linked universe#yandere linked universe x reader#link x reader#linked universe x reader#lu tears#lu twilight#lu calamity#self aware au#self aware loz#queueueueue
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hii im from wattpad and i want to request :
Rui x reader (reader is afab), fsmut ig ?? both college students nd they both wanted to start a project but ended up.. yk 😭
HIHI WELCOME!! Honestly this ask is my entire rui sequel fic on wattpad (wink wink go read it and the prequel anyone who hasn't)
Anyway enough talking, let's just get into it ;)
⭒Synopsis: ^^
⭒Warnings: NSFW,
⭒Setting: College, so yall are anywhere from 18-22 or so
⭒Notes: AHH IM SO SORRY THIS TOOK FOREVER TO GET OUT
"Alright, we have everything we need! I think..." You gazed over the messy pile of mechanic bits strewn across the floor, your boyfriend sitting in the middle.
"This should be all I need," he smiled up at you from the floor.
"Great! Then, let's get to work!" You hopped over onto your bed, starting to look through the brainstorming notes for just what kind of bot you'd use for this project.
That was over half an hour ago. So far, you had done nothing but add maybe 3 more things to your notes, and ramble endlessly. You suddenly stopped yourself mid-sentence, shaking your head in frustration.
"Noo, Rui, we're on another tangent..."
"Sorry, I knew this time, it just seemed like something you really enjoy talking about."
"Thank you, Sweetheart, but now's not the time to indulge my scatterbrain." You sighed, flopping back on the bed. "I still have no idea what this bot is even gonna do, let alone look like..."
"You have plenty of ideas down, I suppose it's just choosing that's the hard part."
"Are you sure the animated hologram is off the table?"
"That would take several months of research and work. You need this done by the end of the week."
You groaned and sat back up, slipping off your bed and leaning down over Rui's mess to cup his face and nuzzle his nose. "Thank goodness I have my pretty genius boy to help."
He chuckled softly, going along with your affection before standing up to stretch his legs. "I'll have you know, I didn't procrastinate on my homework this time, just to make sure it was done for when you get home."
You cooed, thanking him with a hug as he stepped out of his sea of silvers and metal. "Y'know, maybe a snack will help get us on track?"
"I don't think a snack is going to help you focus better."
"Awe, c'mon, we won't know til we try, right?" As you started walking out from your bedroom to the kitchen, you were tugged back by your shirt before the door closed in front of you.
"I know something that'll help."
"Hmn? And what would that be?"
Suddenly, you felt Rui pick you up and toss you onto your bed, jumping on you immediately after. He held himself up, hovering above you with a smirk on his face.
"If history repeats itself, this'll probably help out," he purred, before leaning down to start kissing and licking up and down your neck. You shuddered slightly.
"W-what in the world makes you think this is the solution?"
"You haven't noticed? You do much better work when you're... we'll say... relieved."
"What evidence is there of that?" You chuckled, resting your hands on his shoulders.
"I've witnessed it a time or two. Now, enough talking. That's what got us here in the first place."
You wanted to inquire some more, but refrained, instead just simply letting your breath shake with every exhale as Rui soaked your neck with growing impatience.
He wasted no time in slipping his hands under your shirt and pulling it up your body. His hands found their way to your sides, gripping and rubbing over your ribs, down to your hips. His mouth left your neck and pressed against yours, tongue slipping past your lips within seconds.
You kicked your legs up over his hips, squeezing his waist between your knees. He carefully pulled his face away from your kiss, smiling down at you darkly.
"Let's get this over with quickly, yeah? We shouldn't take too long when we have work to do."
"Yeah, you're right..."
His hands tugged your shirt all the way off, tossing it aside dismissively and going for your pants. Then his pants came off. Meanwhile, you tugged off his shirt, which he had neglected due to time. His leg pressed up between your legs so you could grind against it as your tongues licked together with hunger.
He felt over your body, squeezing roughly, grabbing at his favorite parts of you and feeling your soft, plush skin under his fingers. Fuck, were you irresistible, even with his eyes closed.
With the softest groan of frustration and impatience, he stuffed his face into your neck and shoved hastily at his all too tight pants. He sighed at the freedom once they were finally off, and paused before he made for his boxers. Rui lifted himself up and gave you a devilish look.
"Is my Darling ready for me?"
You let out a shuddering breath as his hand trailed down your stomach, dipping into your underwear and feeling across your folds. Just how easily his fingers slid told you the answer to his question. His smirk widened.
"Good."
With that, his fingers hooked into the leg holes and started tugging them down your thighs. Once they were off and discarded with all the rest of your clothing, you suddenly felt two of his fingers slide into you embarrassingly easily. You tensed, gasping, but huffed at the amused look on his face.
"I thought you said we shouldn't waste any time?"
"I wouldn't call this a waste. You aren't seriously asking me to just ram into you without a little preparation, are you?" He gave you a pouty look, to which you rolled your eyes and let him continue, stretching you out. Once he pulled his fingers out of you, sucking them clean before they wrapped around your hip, you mentally prepared yourself for what came next.
"Ready?"
"Yeah."
He propped your legs up onto his hips and carefully slid into you. You let out a shaky breath as each inch slid in, filling you up how he always did. He groaned out happily, smiling as his lashes fluttered.
"Mmh, yeah... that's it." Rui sighed as he leaned down, pressing his chest against yours. His arms slipped under your shoulder blades and grabbed your shoulders. He rubbed his cheek against yours and placed a few kisses across it, grinning all the while. "I love you... Want me to start yet?"
You wiggled your hips slightly, listening to his breath hitch. Once you were fairly sure your insides had adjusted, you leaned back and relaxed, then nodded your head.
"Yeah, you can start."
"Okay, Honey," he sighed happily, then pressed his lips to yours. He started to pull back, then thrust back in slowly, breaths uneven. Your own breath was shallow as you kissed him, feeling how gentle and slow his movements were starting out. He continued at that same pace for a while, then pulled away from your lips to catch his breath as his hips began to speed up.
The feeling of his cock brushing against your inner walls and his tip hitting so deep in you gave you a wave of goosebumps, how it usually did. A few soft moans started to leave your lips as your head fell back against the pillows. Your vision was blurry with pleasure, but you could see as Rui looked over your face, his muscles tensing as a moan escaped him. He leaned back down, groaning softly as he shoved his face into the nape of your neck and started to speed up more.
It felt glorious, the pleasure making your brows furrow and eyes roll back. Your hands gripped onto his back, and with every moan of his that sounded next to your ear, you felt your insides grow hotter, until a knot started to form in your stomach. The most you could do was squeal out Rui's name, but in response, he sped up to a pace that had you wailing with pleasure.
You could feel your finale quickly approaching, but it's not like you could muster the ability to warn him, especially when his mouth met yours again and your moans mixed together. As you reached the edge of bliss, all you could manage was a frantic shove to Rui's shoulder, before your back arched and you cried out. He immediately slowed down, now back to focusing on his depth as his orgasm also neared. You clenched around him as you soaked his cock with your release, and those sweet sounds you were making made his cock more solid than stone. Every second his orgasm neared, it felt like you were driving him more and more crazy. He could just barely sense himself getting louder as he kept slamming deep into you, until his pleasure peaked and he let out a long, shuddering moan as he released inside you. You shuddered, yet another wave of goosebumps raising over your body. As his cum gushed into you, he held you tight, squeezing you with euphoria. When the feeling finally subsided, his whole body relaxed, almost going limp above you. He let out a sigh and started catching his breath at about the same pace you were.
The two of you spent a couple moments just basking in the relaxing, post-orgasmic afterglow, before Rui dropped his head back down to your shoulder, shifting slightly to get comfortable.
"Don't fall asleep," you warned with a chuckle.
"I know, I know. We still have work to do."
His words made you pause, before you groaned. "Awe, fuck."
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Jade! For AU’s could I request a Roan and Eddie b where reader has to go away for a couple days for work and when she comes back home Roan cries happy tears and Eddie is all :0
thank you for your request! eddie and roan ♥︎ fem!reader 2k words
You absolutely do not want to go away for work. You love your life and you hate your job, and it actually feels like a nightmare situation. If it weren't paid you'd probably quit rather than go. But it is paid, and you need the money for the wedding.
Or rather, the honeymoon, the familymoon, to somewhere fancy. White sands, a waterpark. You'd already bought Roan the cutest swimsuit with pink skirts and a bow, and a towel with a hood that makes her look like a dolphin, and those jelly shoes that change colour in the sun. Basically, she's ready for a vacation, except you haven't gotten around to buying the actual vacation yet.
And so. Work conference. Paid handsomely.
Leaving Eddie and Roan behind for a full five days.
It's been a very, very long time since you spent that many days apart.
Eddie is supportive. "Don't get me wrong, sweetheart, I'm gonna miss you like crazy, but you'll be okay. There are phones in Phoenix."
"I won't be okay, Eddie," you say swiftly, "I will not be okay. I will miss you so much, I'll probably die."
He laughs at your conviction. "I'll miss you too, but you won't die. You'll be making the big bucks, bringing home the bacon."
Roan sleeps in the backseat. Your flight is a late one and she'd insisted she wanted to see you off. She hadn't been able to fight the lulling rumble of the car. You're glad that she's sleeping — you'll descend into tears if you have to say goodbye to her.
"This sucks," you mumble, sinking down into the passenger seat.
Eddie reaches over the console to grab a rough handful of your thigh. "This sucks," he echoes. He gives you a squeeze. "Are those new jeans?"
"You were with me when I bought them. I tried them on for you."
He gives you another squeeze. "You sure?"
"Yeah, you said if I didn't get them you'd break up with me."
His smile turns sheepish. "Who, me? I wouldn't say that."
You cover his hand. The airport comes into view, a hulking, towering building that blocks the sun. The irony isn't lost on you.
"Slow down so I can kiss you," you say.
"Why do I havta slow down?"
"You'll crash the car."
"What kind of kiss are we talking?"
You laugh and unbuckle your belt to climb on knees. It is an entirely unsafe manoeuvre that you wouldn't normally do but you're sick with missing him already and Roan isn't awake to see it. You slide your hand into his hair and tilt his head.
"Keep your eyes on the road, okay?" you murmur.
You're delighted to hear his breathless reply, "Okay."
You kiss his cheek, his jaw, all the way down to his chin. He turns his face toward you and you refuse to let him in case you end up in a bender, trying for lovely and ending up sloppy. "Sorry, I think I just slobbered on you," you say into his cheek, punctuating with a last firm peck. You sit back properly and tuck his hair behind his ears. "I love you."
"I love you, too, weirdo," he says, eyes flitting between you and the road, creased soft with his smile.
He pulls up to the curb. He can't park here, so you rush around to the trunk, grab your suitcase and wizz to the driver's side to kiss him again through the window.
"I love you," you say quickly, "I love you. Tell Ro I'm sorry, and I miss her, and I'll be home so fast and we are going to Hawaii."
"We are not going to Hawaii."
"Pick somewhere while I'm away and that's where we'll go. Tell Roan."
He reaches for your hand through the window and kisses your fingers. "I love you, sweetheart. Have a safe flight. We'll be right here when you get back, okay? Chill out."
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Eddie's lying in bed missing you so much it's driving him crazy when Roan climbs up onto the bed and flops on top of him.
"Dad, you have a case of the frownies," Roan informs helpfully, draping herself over his lap with her handheld fan sputtering away.
"I'm fine."
She turns the fan toward his face, a pleasant break from the stuffy humidity today. She has a case of the frownies too.
"When's she coming back?" Roan asks for the millionth time.
Eddie checks his watch. "Uh, sixteen hours."
"What?"
He sighs morosely. "Tomorrow, babe."
"Did you find a new country?"
He hooks his hands under her armpits and forces her into a hug she didn't ask for but melts against anyways. Her hair is soft under his mouth, and he lays kisses across the top of her head until he feels like he's gonna sneeze. "I give up. If she wants to go on vacation, she has to choose."
"Dad, that's lazy."
"I'm allowed to be lazy. You're lazy all the time." Then, because he's trying hard to be a good dad all the time, "You're not lazy, baby, I'm sorry. I'm just cranky."
"You miss Y/N."
He pats her back. "Yep."
He seems to be missing you a lot more than Roan is. While she'd cried when she woke up and realised you'd already left, she's been okay since then. Eddie supposes it's not too different from the life they'd lived before you met.
Still, he'd expected more. He remembers when Roan was a little younger and she'd cry every time you went home. Funny how the home you'd go to is now their home too.
"Do you want burgers tonight?" he asks.
Roan cheers. "Yes!"
He swings her over his shoulder and carries her squealing down stairs to the kitchen. Her handheld fan gets lost somewhere on the landing.
He sits her on the countertop and gives her a plastic knife, instructing that she chop the lettuce as he cuts the onions. The frying pan warms, and soon the kitchen is fragrant with the smell of hot oil, caramelised onions and melty cheese.
They eat standing up. It reminds him of the old days and the nostalgia is nice, but he can't lie to himself. He misses you. He wishes you were here.
"Babe-" He says, laughing through a mouthful. Roan's got cheese in a huge, impossible stripe over her left cheek. He peels it off using his index knuckle. Roan ignores him, munching through crispy lettuce and tomato with a huge smile on her face.
"Good?" he asks.
"So good! You make the best burgers."
He gives her a slightly greasy kiss on the cheek. "Why, thank you. You chop the best lettuce."
"And the tomatoes!"
"And the tomatoes."
He drops his burger onto the chopping board they're using as a plate and wipes his hand before grabbing her legs to pin her in place. Sure she won't topple forward or sideways into the hot stove top, he reaches around her to toggle on the radio. It's already on a rock station, not necessarily his taste but listenable, and after a few more bites of burger and a glass of juice Roan is bobbing her head happily.
He doesn't expect her to eat it all and she doesn't, picking out the rest of her vegetables and eating what's left of the cheese. He heats her up another slice and lets her eat it with a spoon.
Before he starts on the dishes, he picks her up and helps her wash her slimy hands in the sink. He turns the faucet up too high and they both laugh as they're sprayed in cold water, shirts wet, faces damp.
"Guys?"
Roan literally screams. Eddie slaps off the faucet and whips her around, and there you are in the doorway with your suitcase and the world's biggest smile.
"Hey, what are you guys doing?" you ask, peeling off your jacket and throwing it across the bannister. "I thought I said no fun while I was away?"
Roan drops like a stone out of his arms and hurtles toward you, leaving a trail of water drops on the floor as she goes. You gasp happily and drag her up the length of you, your shirt tucked between your bodies. He's missed you, that little slip of tummy on display, the way you wrap your arms around Roan like she's made of marshmallow, the way your laugh lights up the room.
"Roanie," you coo, dropping a kiss into her cheek, "my girl, I've missed you so much."
And that's when Roan bursts into tears.
Eddie gawps, horrified, and sidles up to you to help. He tucks your shirt back down over your tummy and covers the bump of it with his hand, the other sliding perfect between your shoulders. "Roan?" he asks softly.
Roan is inconsolable. It's startling, the ferocity and thickness of her tears, fat teardrops rolling down her cheeks as she sobs and fists her hands in the neckline of your t-shirt. You look up to Eddie and frown in question. He has no answers for you.
"Sh, sh, princess," you whisper, hand behind her head. You start to sway slowly, the smallest movements from left to right. "It's okay, baby."
"I missed you," Roan sobs out, arms sliding around your neck. She clings to you hard.
"I missed you too!" you rush to say. "I missed you so much, Roan, I'm so sorry. I wanted to come home every single day, I promise."
"I missed you," she says again.
Eddie knows the difference between Roan's crying. There's angry tears during a tantrum, and sick tears when she's not feeling well. There's crocodiles when she doesn't get her way, and the quiet, quick tears after a sad movie.
There are happy tears, like when you went to her mother's day class performance, and there are sad tears, like when she realised you'd left for phoenix. Eddie thinks these tears might be a mixture of the two, plus a smidge of good old fashioned overwhelmedness. Big feelings in a little body.
You drop your lips to her head and kiss her between gentle reassurances. Eddie would help, but he honestly thinks you have it covered.
"Please don't go away soon," Roan says.
You smile. "I'm not going anywhere."
Eddie smashes his cheek to your temple and tries to hug you and Roan both at the same time.
A little later, when Roan is wiped but insistent on sitting in your lap anyways, dozing face pressed to your chest, you start a conversation in whispers. "Eddie, you said she was okay!"
He turns from the frying pan in front of him where your burger is browning, helpless. "Sweetheart, I genuinely thought she was!"
"Don't sweetheart me," you say, a little less incensed. Your anger isn't real, anyhow. Your exasperation, however.
"Sweetheart," he says again, because he can, because you're home, "she was doing okay. Guess she missed you more than she was willing to show."
You look down at Roan, pretty much lovesick. Your shoulders deflate with relief. "I missed her. I missed you both. That was…" You scratch your nails through Roan's hair, lost in thought.
He turns back to your burger. "We missed you too."
He serves up your food with a kiss, and then another when he remembers how long it's been since the last.
"Did you at least pick where we're going for the honeymoon?"
Eddie sits down heavily in the seat beside you and beams. "No, not even slightly."
Your answering groan makes him laugh, and the pit framed from your absence in his chest steadily refills.
"Hey!" he defends himself. "You came home early."
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sweetest lies | c.s (02)
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pairing: choi san x f!reader
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warning: not any i can think of
a/n: not much drama but lots of trips down memory lane
in all honesty, you can't remember when the line between respect and infatuation started to blur when it came to yunho.
you met him at the age of twelve, just as you were about to enter junior high. you had found him crying outside the choi's residence one afternoon, and was shocked by the news; both of his parents' passing and that he was now one of them, because the choi only had one son and he was nothing like the sweet and obedient boy in front of you.
despite him being younger, you had a lot of respect for him because he was smart and treated everyone he ever came across with only nothing but kindness.
yunho wasn't only well mannered and pleasing to the eyes, but he was hardworking--a trait that made him incredibly easy to like, although you did felt bad at times because you were afraid he was pushing himself to meet the expectations of those around him.
but he was never fazed by any of it--the hard work, or the efforts he had to go to. he simply did it because he wanted to.
by the time he finished high school, he had enough trophies, medals, and certificates to fill his entire room.
yunho💕: can we please talk
the sigh that leaves you is both the contrasting combination of irritation but also relieved, because you weren't sure what was gonna happen after last night.
if you were gonna have to be the one to go out of your way to settle things or whatever they are at this point.
you leave him on seen just long enough to be petty, until another text comes.
yunho💕: i'll come to your workplace after you get out?
y/n: 👍
yunho is there and waiting for you just like he said he would, the moment you catch the other's gaze, you think he must've swallowed down some tension. he usually isn't one who's ever nervous about anything.
it's a lot of awkward fidgeting and humming under breaths until you two agree on a bench just outside of the office, just about when the area's cleared of most of your coworkers.
it's like an air of dreaded silence, considering you've never got into a fight with yunho before, the moment feels never-ending.
"h-how are you feeling?" he asks, everything about his voice to the question surprising you.
a part of you wishes he had said something else, or at least for the delivery to come out meaner just so you'll have another reason to get over him and not think about the million others why you can't.
"how do you think i'm feeling?" you reply, a little snappy in nature that yunho almost wants to be surprise by the tone, but he knows better than anyone that that's just how you are.
you have a way of showing emotions, often times flip flopping between vulnerable and cynical, the latter of which he always believe to be a defense mechanism.
"sorry..." he mumbles, like the word falling out of defeat. "i should've told you sooner. i mean... i was going to."
you can't help the scoff that slips despite yunho doing his very best to make the conversation as tame as a situation like this can be. but you suppose you also hold some rights to complain and be a bitch about it.
"yeah, but you didn't. i had to walk in on you and my own sister myself."
yunho recoils from the sentence, your delivery poking at something he's not sure what is, but he knows he don't like it.
"i didn't know you were coming," is all he says, calm in his voice but also ominous to a degree.
you cross your arms, continuing to stare ahead. the entire time, the both of you haven't looked at the other once.
"i was able to get off early and texted you like a bunch of times."
"i don't always have the constant need to check my phone, so i'm sorry."
he's apologizing, but there's an impatient edge to his voice that if you just continue pushing it, he will burst; at least it feels like it, the undertone of his response not sitting well with you.
a moment of unpleasant silence passes before you speak again.
"so it's true what san told me? all this time, you've always had someone else? and you've never thought of telling me any of it?" that same hurt and betrayal multiplying by the second just bringing up the reminder.
you add on, "and of all people, that someone is my sister? just when exactly did it even fucking happened?"
yunho opens his mouth to say something only to retreat with a sigh instead, waiting for just long enough in order for the appropriate words to strike.
"it just kind of happened naturally, i guess."
naturally. it stings more than it should, the visual in your head of the progression day by day as your sister's smile or small quirks catches the interests of yunho to the point he falls for her, and she falls in return.
that he sees what everyone else sees, and it's the part you hate the most.
the attraction toward one another built on a foundation similar to gravity where one cannot help but to be pulled toward each other. unlike you and yunho. even if you were magnet, he most likely still wouldn't stick.
no matter how much you try pushing the thought away; know that you're being immature and unreasonable, bitter is a feeling you've always acted on.
consumed by the jealousy and rage that your sister once again, took something from you.
"oh... i see," you murmur, yunho could've missed it if he wasn't next to you, but he can hear very clearly how your voice drops after, following with a dry chuckle that makes him turn head.
"tell me, what is so special after her?" you hold his gaze, your head now tilted as the mean and mocking look in your eyes says everything. "what made you fall this hard when i was the one who was actually by your side?"
now you're starting to really push it, yunho doing his best to contain the brewing temper but you have such a way with words that knows how to hit exactly where it hurts.
"she's really that fucking good, huh? that you--"
"--stop talking about your sister like that!"
the outburst takes you by surprise, your body flinching at the sudden crank of volume, yunho sounding and looking the most angry you've ever seen since almost 11 years ago when a group of boys were picking on you.
"can you for once, leave your sister's name out of your mouth?"
his heaving chest and stern look on his face is something entirely new. you didn't even think yunho could ever be this pissed off about anything before.
it leaves you speechless, your mind scrambling for something to say in return just to make yourself feel a little better.
"this is exactly why i couldn't tell you," he says, now calming down but still serious as he runs a hand through the front of his hair. "i knew you wouldn't be able to face the truth."
“because he didn’t want to hurt you,” he unveils, much to your stunned reaction. “he knew you’d lash out and act exactly the way you did when you saw them back at the party.”
"and what would that be?" you push, really setting yourself up for all the hurt and pain that's about to come because yunho is absolutely right.
"that me and your sister love each other."
his words sink in like a bad ache, your brain still refusing to accept the pain receptors but it's all very real. the heavy and uncomfortable sensation running through your chest and the curling of your grip as they tighten.
you don't wish to hear any more of how perfect they are for each other, or more specifically, how more perfect she is for him than you.
"but i love you, too."
it's awful and cringe and makes you regret it the second it comes out, but you literally couldn't think of anything else.
"no..." yunho talks under his breath, shaking his head. "i'm not sure you've ever really loved me."
you draw back slightly, the puzzled expression on like he's accused you of a crime you didn't commit.
"i don't think you love me," he finishes off.
yunho didn't want to tell you (just yet) for numerous reasons. the fact you wouldn't be able to accept the truth is one thing, but he mainly held it back for this long because he didn't want to hurt you.
no matter how frustrating you can be at times, often than most acting on impulse and letting the unreasonable voice in your head get the better of you, he didn't want to be another someone who had let you down.
disappointed you and tossed you away; and for your sister of all people.
he grew up with you and watched as you go from a somewhat lively and carefree person to the one you are today.
how, you actually used to love and care for your younger sister, always by her side to protect her and fend off anyone who thought any less of her.
he's watched and sat through dinners and social events of family members comparing the two of you, able to vividly recall the both embarrassed and sad look on your face when they'd all praise her instead.
how much prettier, smarter, and better she is than you.
and he was definitely there when your parents sidelined you for your sister's accomplishments, over the years also a witness to the relationship that soon turned sour and leaving a huge wall between you guys.
he can't remember the last time you two even spoke to one another without all the lingering tension and bitterness up in the air.
so he more than anyone knows how much of a sore spot just talking about your sister is, the prolonging of the revelation one that is to protect you from the hurt he knew you'd undoubtedly experience.
but he's afraid that it's been going on too long; the need to tear the band aid right off and tell you everything for what it is.
"of course i love you, yunho." your soft tone rips him from the thought and to the desperation in your eyes.
"if you love me then you would be happy for me."
you've never been shy of letting such a thing be known, whether saying it outright or making implications of it. yunho always well aware to the fact that you've been silently hoping he'd take matters into his own hands one day and ask you the long awaited question or say those three words.
but truth be told, even if it wasn't your sister, it would've been someone else.
not because he don't think you are wonderful and worth loving in your own little ways, but because ever since he turned 18 and graduated high school, his cognition much more developed and refined, he was sure of a suspicion he had quite some time ago: that you don't actually love him. at least not for the right reasons.
"how can i be happy for you when it's her of all people? you know how she makes me feel!"
that all or most of it is just to one-up your sister, this twisted game having turned into obsession and masked under the pretense of love, succeeding in convincing yourself to believe it as well.
"i know that you've spent all your life being compared to her, and i understand... but don't you think it's time to grow up a little and start facing those issues?" his voice turns a serious, reprimanding tone without coming off too harsh.
"i'm not some trophy to be won over to prove who's better, and just because i like your sister doesn't make you any less. i'm sorry that the adults were so awful to you growing up, but it's time you start loving yourself. not look to someone else for validation just to feel better temporarily, but i want you to be happy..."
he pauses to catch his breath, an empathetic expression washing over before closing it off.
"i should've told you sooner, i'm sorry. i was a coward. but i don't want to carry any more baggages or be responsible for someone else's entire self esteem. let's free ourselves... from each other."
you stay quiet and yunho's not sure what to make of the lack of reactions, but although he's said everything he's always wanted to, the guilt blooming in his chest weighs heavy; it's always been too easy to sympathize with you.
another reason he's sure made you cling onto him as hard as you did, was because he was really the only person to accept you for who you are.
yunho never asked for anything, or for you to change.
if someone was to tell you that one day, you'd go out of your way to look for san, you would've laughed and told them to go fuck themself.
but you're standing in front of the door to his condo--somehow surprisingly able to recall the location just from the trip earlier today, and silently going over everything currently wrong with your life and how you have no one else to talk to about your problems but san.
the one person you swore up and down to that you wouldn't even give the time of day to if you and him were the last people on earth, but now seeming like the only option.
you place a few knocks but for all you know, he might not even be home. he could be back at his parents' place or fucking off somewhere else.
the door comes apart when you were least expecting it, san's figure standing before you with his black shirt, sweatpants, and hooded beanie.
his rather dull pair of eyes turning a wide one when he sees it's you. it's not everyday that you'd come waddling through the front of his doorstep. or at all.
"i thought christmas is still a month away," he remarks lightheartedly, the comment honestly slipping before he can even fully process the strangeness of the situation, or the fact you obviously look like you had been crying.
"can i come in?" you ask, the soft, vulnerability of the question takes san a step back because he most definitely expected a snide comment in return.
"yeah, sure..." he replies hesitantly, widening the door and moving aside but unable to help but be suspicious that at any given moment, you just might come clear it’s all just a cruel joke.
you stay still in position, gaze fixated on the interior that you saw this morning until you hear the shutting of the door and snaps around.
"missed the place already?" he lets another one slip, a smirk at the corner of his lips that prompts an eye roll from you.
but he might just be doing it because he's not sure what to make of a conversation if you're both not spewing hateful things to each other's faces, or that he just remembered what he said to you this morning and feels just the slightest awful about it.
the complete and utter silence from you makes the scene both uneasy and unsettling, he lingers in the awkwardness for a few more seconds before opening his mouth, only for you to beat him with words that's been dying to get out.
"i'm uhm... i'm sorry," you utter lowly, sounding and appearing ashamed by the way your fingers fiddle with each other at your front, san almost can't believe it.
"pardon?"
"i'm sorry, about this morning."
because all it took for you to realize how pathetically nonexistent your social life is, or that you practically chased off anyone who has ever given the slightest fuck about you, is that other than yunho, you're not sure who else to confine in.
who can stand you and listen to your problems; and now that he's the cause of it, the lack of a support system you have is quite eye opening in a depressing sort of way.
"oh," he says, sounding similar to a whisper and eyes downcasting to the floor for a quick second. "it's fine, really. i didn't think too much of it."
not of what you said because you've definitely spewed worse things before, but he did think a lot about what he said and how carried away he got.
you might've called him a manwhore and told him to fuck off more times than he can count, and he'd retaliate with sensual remarks bordering offensive, but there seems to be some kind of unspoken ground rules between the two of you and he might've broken it.
he still grew up with you nonetheless and holds some weird, sentimental value over the fact.
you just nod, both of your body language so unusual and the atmosphere oddly pleasant.
he breaks the silence with a rather heartfelt apology, "i'm also sorry. that was a really mean thing to say."
"no." you shake your head to rebut. "you were right. i was just in denial."
your mind races back to the departure not even two hours ago, like you can almost hear yunho's voice through the flashback.
"you should probably start heading back. it's cold out here," yunho says, the swift glance at your attire makes him wonder how you're not shivering just yet.
"i can walk you to your car," he adds.
"i'll be fine."
your cold, cut-throat tone stops him dead in his track, yunho only able to stare as he tries to predict your next movement.
"you can go."
the words die in yunho's throat, a tiny protest on the horizon but he knows it's best if he leaves you alone for now. take the time to dwell in your own emotions as you try to process the changes, and eventually and hopefully, accept them.
he nods, clearing his throat the same time he stands up and takes one last look at you, giving into the last thing he wants to tell you.
"i hope you won't think of it as a loss, but instead, i want you to see it as an opportunity to find yourself."
"also, thank you for looking after me last night. if you didn't, i most definitely would've ended up on the news, or worse."
san's stoic expression soon morphs into a somewhat cocky smile at that, one eyebrow raising to complement it.
"this day cannot get any weirder. i mean, not that i'm complaining." he shrugs, and it makes you want to yell at him for ruining the moment.
"no, really. thanks to your stalkerish behavior, i was able to wake up in one piece," you snark playfully, half expecting him to be offended, but it has the opposite effect with his smile growing even bigger.
it's not the first time he so shamelessly takes pride in the fact.
most of your greetings or first words upon seeing him always within the line of "did you follow me?" given ever since your parents got acquainted with the neighbors next door and forced you kids to get along, choi san has had a knack for following you since the mere age of nine.
you still remember his much smaller figure back then trailing behind you and around the entire perimeter of the gated community, annoyingly pleading for you to play with him or else he's gonna wipe his boogers on you.
he was very much a kid of his words and had done exactly what he said he would when you told him to get lost, smudging your new shirt with what he'd call "shrek" because he was a disgusting nine year old boy who liked to name his boogers.
it was the first out of many that you made him cry, retaliating with a hard push to his shoulders that sent his frail body to the cement, and in turn, got you in trouble.
(if you try that now, you'll get it handed to you)
it was the start of your dislike for him that only seemed to grow the older you two got. because san went from being a defenseless little kid whose most threatening act was to tell your parents, to a middle schooler with wider, meaner vocabularies, and by the time he entered high school, you practically had no chance against him.
if he wanted to corner you in a room or put another of his snot on your new shirt, you were just gonna have to put up with it.
"how do you, by chance, always know where i'm at?" you ask genuinely, thinking back to all the instances he just so happened to be there.
"you're predictable," he simply says, making you raise an eyebrow in response, wondering if that's the case or if he just pays way too much attention to you, which, you never fully understood.
you both existed to piss off the other person, but san always knew more about you than the other way around.
"hmm," you dismiss it with a hum, followed by a pretentious act of checking the surrounding because you have a big favor to ask him, and your lips at the moment feels like they don't want to cooperate.
"san," you call even somewhat sweet-sounding, it might be the calmest you've ever said his name, watching as some kind of amusement takes over him and he reacts with a head tilt, hands shoved inside the pockets of his pants, replying with a cool, "yeah?"
"can i stay over? just for tonight?"
you almost expect him to crack a snarky comment, something in the fashion of how he's been waiting for this day where you practically get on your knees and beg for his help, but where you're predictable, san is quite the surprise.
he doesn't drop any smart comments or take the very tempting chance of rubbing your helplessness in your face.
he just nods and proceeds to state, "but you're gonna have to tell me why you're here."
you scoff.
"you literally already know why i'm here."
you think you're gonna go crazy if you have to retell (and relive) yours and yunho's 'relationship', and how disillusioned you were in all of its expectation.
"yes, but i'm gonna need to know how you managed to piss off so many people for you to show up here of all places."
you didn't have many friends growing up, san recalling you being tough as a nail and frightening most of the kids away, girls and boys.
most of the time, if you weren't busy sniffing yunho up who was right by your side, you were alone at a table ripping stickers from sticker sheets and decorating the journal he's seen you with since the first day he got moved to the same school.
he still doesn't know what's in it, but he knows you gave a kid a black eye once when they tried to steal it.
the only other people he's ever seen you with besides yunho, were hongjoong and seonghwa.
it was during his first ever college party, an invitation by a fellow classmate and now friend, mingi.
he might've had far too many drinks that night and a small makeout session that left his shirt wrinkled and neck stained with kiss marks that he just needed to find a restroom and get cleaned up; it being the first party and all.
that was how he winded up near the hallway of you and two males, one of them leaning on the wall with a drink in his hand, and the other debating with you as both of your voices fight to become the dominant one.
none of you guys noticed him as he quickly slipped into the found restroom, too entirely distracted by your own interests.
he assumed they were sophomores just like you, and he was right.
he wasn't as surprised that you were even capable of making new friends, but more so at the fact that yunho wasn't there.
probably the only instances he'd see you at a social or public event without yunho was when you were with them, sometimes even using either hongjoong or seonghwa to locate your whereabouts because you were whatever they were at.
his and your friend group even started banters on the occasion and just do stupid party shit together sometimes.
but by the time you were about to graduate and leave school, you stopped hanging out with them for some reason he never dared to ask.
it was a bummer for sure because san's never seen anyone just click with you as much as they did.
"it's complicated," you tell him when he finally brought up the question, seated across from you on the single sofa while you take occupancy of the big, modular one.
similar to how you've dealt with most of your problems, you don't like talking about it or reopening wounds of the past. but if you're gonna be using san as a getaway, you figure you owe him at least an answer.
something about his current state and attentiveness a telltale sign that you can trust him. though to be frank, you never felt threatened or endangered with san having so many knowledge of you in the palm of his hand. oddly.
you tell him of the last conversation you had with hongjoong before the both of you declared you two were better off without each other.
the conversation a heated one, but neither about stupid politics or gross food combinations.
one that ended nastily and with a lot of bad feelings that leaves enough grudge to fill an entire room, unable to bear the sight of the other for more than a minute at most.
"tonight. at chan's party. he said he can hook up some equipments and i can just bring my laptop. so it's like a reveal party or whatever," hongjoong informs over the phone.
"oh shit, tonight?" you repeat, pacing around your room to find something to wear.
"yeah."
"i uh... i can't," you break the news, catching yourself in the mirror and recoiling almost immediately because you know how much of a shit friend you're about to sound. "i promised yunho we'd catch a movie. i'm actually getting ready right now."
the silence from hongjoong's end makes you nervous, but it wouldn't be the first time you blew him and seonghwa off for yunho.
you realize that day, you have a limit, and it would only be fair that so does others.
"it's just a movie. can't you reschedule?"
the shift of tone going from cheerful and excited to impatient takes you by surprise, having to scramble quickly for what to say in response.
"i can't. yunho's gonna be busy for the rest of the week."
"okay? so am i. it's probably still gonna be in theaters for the next couple of weeks or so anyway."
"i already said i'm going and we're leaving in like 20 minutes," you say, the annoyance in your voice very clear to hongjoong.
"it's a fucking movie, y/n," he states, the more careful tone from before all gone, unable to believe you. "you're acting like it's not gonna be available online a month or two from now."
you fume through your nose, time running shorter as you spend it arguing with hongjoong over the phone.
"and it's a fucking song, hongjoong. show me on your laptop or send it some other time. beside, i already told you i'm not going to another college party for the rest of the year. they're always so filthy, filled with stupid people, and i always end up making bad decisions."
hongjoong scoffs from the other side and you don't miss how dry and sarcastic it sounds.
"i'm asking you to come listen to a song i've been working on for almost two years, not for you to come snort some fucking coke."
"well it's too late. you should've called earlier."
"maybe i should've, but i also thought you were gonna be better than this and not leave your friends for a guy who barely gives a shit about you."
granted, you both did say a lot of fucked up things that day that neither can take back, and you were, undoubtedly, furious at the time (and especially at that comment) and only thought of how to hurt him the same in return.
the guilt passed with time, but you wouldn't ever tell him that you knew you were in the wrong. everything all your fault because you always placed yunho above them despite knowing that deep down, the two cared for you and treated you like family.
they always looked out for you at all parties and never pressured you to do anything you didn't want to. all the stupid, bad decisions were by your own choice because you were too sad and depressed and didn't want to hear any more of your sister's acceptance to one of the big three universities, nor read another email from one of your professors about withdrawing the class before you'd most likely end up with an f.
but you're too prideful, selfish, and a bit ashamed, you won't ever admit it to hongjoong's face. especially not after all these years.
"that's it?" san exclaims after you finished.
"well, yes."
"if you know you were wrong, you should just apologize. nothing good about prolonging some bad blood. especially when it could be easily mended."
you admit the scene is a bit bizarre; san giving you advice and you sitting calmly as you try to digest his words that doesn't trigger a nerve, because for once, it actually sounds somewhat reasonable, though unrealistic (according to you).
but you suppose it's what this night is gonna be all about.
"it's not that easy," you counter, "a sudden apology all these years is... weird."
san chuckles, picking up the manner in which you curl your hands together in your lap as you said that.
it's hard to take your tough act seriously sometimes, because he can see the guilt or fear in your eyes and that you just want to give into it.
"yeah, and look at where that behavior got you," he says, not mean or intending to hurt. if anything, he actually takes sympathy on you "stuck talking to someone you don't even like."
you twitch an eye for a second at that.
"but i'm not having too bad of a time so far."
"hmm," he hums, quick to move the topic along. "i suppose you haven't eaten?"
"i had lunch... a couple hours ago."
well, it was more a snack that you had gotten from the vending machine because there was no time this morning.
"i could probably whip up something real quick."
you watch as he stands up and trails to the kitchen, opening and closing cabinets left and right before a smile quirks up on his lips.
"buldak or shin ramen?" he waves both of the packages as he awaits an answer.
"shin ramen. i don't feel like destroying my stomach tonight."
he nods it off with a light snicker, your lips puckering from the silence after and deciding to throw in a lighthearted tease.
"i thought you were gonna be making steaks or call for delivery."
he looks up from the pot he was washing and sends a smirk your way, completely unfazed.
"i'm a 23 year old guy, of course i don't know how to cook. but if you want to call for delivery, suit yourself."
"if you're gonna be living by yourself, it would be beneficial to learn how. but i'm good with just ramen for now," you reply, eyes moving away to wander the area before fixating on san again.
"you have any extra towels?" you ask.
"should be in the bathroom."
"okay. then i'm gonna head in for a quick shower while you do that."
you can see his nodding from where you're at, stopping as you have the bathroom door halfway open and looking over your shoulder to bother him with one last question.
"uh, do you have any extra shirt and shorts i can borrow? just for tonight. i'll return it by morning. i've just literally been wearing this thing for almost two days now," you refer to the red dress, not as satin or clean as it was yesterday.
your boss almost went into cardiac arrest when you showed up with it, considering the strict dress code, but he took pity of a story you made up and was honestly just relieved you even showed up at all—though you did get a written warning for the late arrival.
"i should. you can go to my room and pick them out for yourself."
you're a tad taken aback by the freewill but thanks him anyway before going into his room and taking the first black t-shirt and shorts you see because it feels wrong in every way even if it isn't.
you catch the sight of him humming a tune under his breath and rocking his head to it before you disappear off into the bathroom, releasing the giggle you've been holding.
"this is definitely overcooked," you pass the comment while examining the soft, mushy, yellow strands of noodles in front of you.
"i might've gotten distracted," san explains, sitting in the stool beside you on the kitchen island where he might've been for a while, it makes you think back to the soft call of your name after you finally got out of the shower and stuffed yourself into his clothings.
"i gotta give it to you. it takes a real lack of skill to mess up something as simple as ramen," you poke fun at him, the words more casually sounding than anything because you're used to putting him down, but still taking a sip of the broth nonetheless because he worked hard on it--more or less.
he smiles it off, and even while guzzling down the noodles, you don't miss the way his gaze lowers to your chest, and then legs, prompting you to cower just slightly because it's just you and san in a big, almost empty condo.
san's good at making you feel a lot of things, but nervous and flustered usually weren't the cases.
"you look good in it," he says casually, your heart bursting in relief because you have no idea what the hell you thought he was gonna say.
you look down at his shirt you're wearing before meeting his eyes again, mustering an unnatural sounding, "thanks."
you return to your food and let the thought die, but san's gaze burning the side of your face makes you snap back.
"what's wrong?" you ask, and you can see him tensing up from the question.
"so what after this?" he breaks it clear and direct, though filled with joy just sitting and talking to you, the air never this nice and pleasant before, he's also curious to an extent. about you and the steps you're gonna take.
you shrug, releasing the spoon and chopsticks in your hold before engaging in a silent stare-off with him.
"i haven't given it much thought. i was kind of busy burying my relationship with yunho, whatever that is."
he lets a quiet hum of acknowledgement coast by, figuring it's fair enough you would need time, only for you to start talking again.
"but there are things i've always wanted to do, too," you tell him a little shy, because it must sound crazy that you also have your own dreams and wants beside yunho's attention.
yunho was many sources of your happiness, but he also held you back in many ways. not he the person, but the ideals and expectaions you've built for him.
you've had a lot of chances and opportunities to better yourself, and you threw them all away for a fantasy in your head.
true friends, ambitions, some sort of true calling that you're not existing just to exist--you don't have any of those at the age of 24.
"yeah? and what are those things?" he asks, so much enthusiam, you want to believe he actually cares what you have to say.
"it's not that big of a dream or goal," you say with a chuckle, like he might find it ridiculous. "i just want to... travel."
you await his reaction, your heart wrapped in a foreign warmth when he just smiles.
"a dream is a dream. no matter how small or big," he comforts you, "but traveling is definitely not anything small. where do you want to go?"
"everywhere," you answer, "i want to go to many places... but preferably anywhere but here."
he cranks an eyebrow.
"you're not planning on running away, are you?" he questions, the delivery innocent enough but also slightly concerned because he thinks there's a chance that might be exactly what you plan to do.
"no," you reply, giggling only shortly.
"i hope you won't think of it as a loss, but instead, i want you to see it as an opportunity to find yourself."
you're still mad at yunho and hate how he chose your sister over you, but if anything, you hate how reasonable and logical he still managed to sound amid all of it.
that you pretty much placed everything else on the backburner just for the hope that his reciprocated love would fix the sorrow and unhappiness you experience on a daily basis.
"just brainstorming," you assure, "thinking about what i can do, now that i don't have to consider yunho and leaving him."
leaving him for your heart's desire, so afraid that you would let the chance slip right through the palm of your hand if you did. but now, there's nothing left to lose and you suppose it's a conflicted and warped up feeling of freedom.
san nods to it, snapping himself out of the trance and catching just how immersed he was to every word that you said.
"i should probably finish the noodles before it gets cold," you say, once you realize how long it's just been sitting there while you two talked.
you get two gulps out of it before you're pulled away by a question.
"why do you care so much about what others have to say about you and your sister?"
he's aware it's a bit blunt and inappropriate considering how well it's going, but he doesn't say it to be mean but because he wants to understand you.
he's been there and has seen as much as yunho have, watching you throw nasty glares your sister's way or growing irritated at the drop of her name.
he knows there's psychology behind how all of this works (that he's unfortunately lacking of knowledge about), but he wants to hear it from you. why you always put yourself down and chooses to live in your sister's shadow when you're as equally capable.
"you wouldn't understand," you mumble, refusing to look him straight in the eyes although he isn't shying away from it one bit, going to pick at the noodles with your utensils.
"if you tell me, i might."
the shift of atmosphere is heavy, the air no longer lighthearted but now serious as silence fills it briefly.
"is it because you're insecure from always being pitted against her?"
you still don't answer, instead taking a bite out of your bowl and hoping he'll just let it pass because you're aware in some ways that you're gonna sound unreasonable, childish, and petty.
just an older sister jealous of her younger one because she's better in every way.
but you've always been one to sit and brew in your own emotions and anger until they eventually turn into something much worse.
"if you want some help, you need to talk to me. i understand you might not want to, but i promise i won't run off with the information or use it against you. i'm much better than what you give me credits for."
you swallow and drop the utensils, facing him on and releasing a sigh.
"yes," you say, "i care so much about what others have to say about me and her because i already know they'll just talk down on me."
"and why would you assume that?" he asks.
you scoff, as if he's making you state the obvious.
"because i always fall behind on everything. even small things like socializing and making friends comes so much more naturally to her," you say, strong at first but tapering out eventually. "but it's not as easy for me... i-i find it hard talking to people or trying to make friends."
and even when you do, you seem to have a habit of driving them away.
san takes a deep breath and stares at you in pity.
"but you shouldn't be measuring your worth based on your sister's accomplishments or setting her as the standard. comparison sucks, i understand. and i know it's easier said than done, but you're great in your own ways. trust me."
you don't say anything back, not because you don't want to, but it's how your heart takes a dive and leaves you speechless hearing san tell you that.
a light pink blush makes an appearance on his cheeks but he's quick to move it along with a clear of his throat.
"what i meant to say is, i've been there before. you really think i was spared any of it when yunho of all people is my stepbrother and i'm the biological son?"
you suppose if she was your stepsister instead, it might be a lot worse.
but with san, he's always been nonchalant like nothing ever bothers him. it would be a lot easier for him to dismiss it.
"well if only i could be as carefree as you," you mumble.
"it definitely bothered me at first, but i didn't see why i should be losing sleep over it. me and yunho are two very different people after all who does our own things. i'm proud of what he's achieved so far, and he's always had my back when needed."
when the night drags on and you're both getting too tired for overwhelming conversations, you go to bed in the spare bedroom after helping him clean up and let today's event sink in. so many things to process at once.
despite all of yours and san's history and indifferences, you can admit that there may be a thing or two you can learn from him.
so unusual seeing his irritating and cunning self turn so much more soft and empathetic, you're starting to feel bad for all the times you've cursed his name over simple mishaps.
thinking back to what he said earlier and being surprised he even had the kindness to do so.
"comparison sucks, i understand. and i know it's easier said than done, but you're great in your own ways. trust me."
that san would be able to make one of your worst days into something a lot less worse and even comforting.
then you think about yunho, wondering if he's right about the fact you never loved him, before drifting off.
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when san wakes up in the morning, he almost forgot you had stayed over until he makes way into the kitchen and the yellow sticky note plastered on the front door takes his attention.
thanks for letting me stay the night :) you're kind of pleasant to be around when you don't think with your dick. btw i left your clothes in the laundry basket. see you around i guess - y/n
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Another writing that got long, so putting a Read More~
I wish I could've continued this interaction as a comic, but I ran out of energy. Life got busy, my mood fluctuated. So this one's written. X3
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Lavender woke in her bed with a gasp. She sat up, gulping air as the dream vision invaded her waking mind.
It wasn't real... It was just a vision... It wouldn't have hurt you, Lav. It wouldn't have hurt you...
As she calmed down, her attention shifted to something else.
She reached out with her mind.
...Nico?...
Nothing.
Lav's face scrunched up in anger. Dang it...
She flopped back onto her pillow, her arms sprawled out beside her. Here eyes were shut tight. Rrrrrrgh... Sorry, Nico, I didn't mean to wake up!
Something tickled her attention in her mind, but she didn't dwell on it.
Curse the flimsiness of our connection!
This time, she couldn't ignore it.
.a...v..nder?...
Lav froze, listening intently and focusing with all her might.
...Nico?
...u.. s....ll ..ear m....?
Lav smiled and mentally shouted as strongly as she could, careful to not connect with her family's mindscapes. I hear you, Nico! I hear you! Can you hear me?!
Lav? Lav!? I heard you!
Yes! Lav clenched her fists in her spike of joy. YES! Finally! We can talk without the worry of it collapsing at the slightest breath!
I'm... Kinda surprised you still want to talk... I'm sorry about the visions. I got carried away...
No, no, it's fine! It just startled me!
...It seemed like a strong reaction for just a startle...
I'm fine, honest! Lav tried to ignore that he was right. Anyway, that’s not the end of the story, right? You said you didn’t feel guilty then… But you clearly regret what happened.
...I do... His voice was subdued. Yes. I now regret what happened. But... Back then, I was truly the monster they wanted me to be. I was their good little weapon, until I decided they didn't see me as an equal.
After I d... d-destroyed the lab... I roamed Kanto. I challenged people and Pokemon alike... I attacked them... I...
His mental voice broke.
I killed them...
Both Lav and Nico fell silent. Lav could tell she was getting more adept at this connection thing, as she faintly felt that they were still linked.
What changed?
You said Fuji taught you gentleness and kindness, but you still... She shivered, hoping that he couldn't sense her apprehension. What made you change your mind from "monster" to regretful?
...Jovie.
Lav couldn't help smiling at the pure warmth in his mental voice. Your mate?
He spoke with a wistful tone. If Fuji planted the seeds, Jovie watered and nurtured them.
I, uh....
I stumbled into her home town. A little hidden place called Shadegrove. I... I attacked... And she defended.
Looking back... she was amazing.
So brave, and strong. Determined to save the town and people she loved.
And she succeeded.
I couldn't overpower her, so I left. Exhausted. Embarrassed.
And Furious.
First my parent, then this...
Lav felt a jolt.
I figured Mews wanted nothing to do with the Monster they had created.
Woah woah woah, wait! Your parent? Did you know your parent?
...
I saw them leave. Before I left my incubation tube.
Incubation tube? Lav took a mental note of the strange phrase.
I'm sure of it... It's my earliest memory.
A Mew's tail vanishing into the distance... Either my parent, or a Mew who knew me...
It abandoned me.
And after Jovie attacked me, I thought... I thought it was me. Mews hated me.
But I was wrong.
She followed me.
And I would be dead now if she hadn't
She found me after a challenge I'd made went wrong, and healed me up. And she did the unthinkable.
She was kind to me.
She worked to get to know me.
She cared about me.
And I found myself returning those feelings.
She made me laugh.
She made me care.
She made me happy.
And eventually... we fell in love.
That's... pretty much all the important stuff...
Lav sat quiet, contemplating the rest of the story she'd heard. Is that how you got that scar?
...Yeah...
You ever hear about Zapdos?
She felt her heart skip a beat, remembering stories her dad had read to her of the powerful electric-type legendary bird. ...Wow...
Yup.
They both went quiet.
Nico...
Lav's mental voice was soft.
Thank you. Seriously. For being brave enough to share that with me.
Wou... Would you be okay with me telling it to my dad?
Nico was silent. Lav could almost feel the buzz of his mind as he contemplated. Finally, he spoke up.
If you think it'll help. I... I worry it won't, but... You know him better than I do.
Do what you think is best, Lav.
Lav tried to form the question; Why are you afraid of him? But a yawn broke her concentration. She looked at the time.
Shoot. I should go back to sleep, or I'll be hurting tomorrow. Catch ya later?
If you want to!
Yeah! She smiled. Good night, Nico!
Good night, Lav.
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omg BATSTARION, please can you please write about Tav being a druid ( a cat or dog whatever you like) who visits a cave just to visit Batstarion, and then one day Astarion is normal sitting in the cave waiting for the cat to visit and when they do it is Tav and that is the first time they see each other as there normal self.
A/n: heh sure okay, and because Astarion is a cat person and we purr for him i will make our gn Tav a cat but they will also be a druid for obvious reason. Enjoy~
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We Meet Again
Tav made it a tradition to visit a cave near the beach at Baldur's Gate it was secluded and did have a pretty sight of the ocean and the sunsets. Today was just like any other day, small black paws trailed along the familiar path towards that cave entrance.
Being a druid came with perks and this certainly was one of them since said cave wasn't exactly big it was small so by rights of being this size Tav deemed it a cave to them.
The question was, why did Tav visit this cave? They always seemed to come three times a week when they had business near this part of the city. Well as they crawled into the falled rubble they walked along until they hopped on top of a large but smooth surface.
"Meow" Tav called out softly and after a few moments They could hear the familiar flap echoing before a white bat with a unique curl of fur on top their head, with red eyes and cute little fangs of course their perception failed since they didn't had a red flag seeing them.
The bat simply plops on Tav's cat body and squeaks loudly flapping his wings as if happy to see them. The other perk of being a druid a special ability to speak to animals without spending money on animal speaking potions.
"Hello darling its been to long" The white bat squeaks at the end and flops dramatically on Tav's furry back. They rolled their eyes lays carefully as to not disturb the moment. "It was only a day ago i saw you" "still long as far as im concern, now say your sorry"
Tav's ears twitch lightly before saying sorry which seemed to brighten his mood once more. In truth Tav felt bad to be deceiving the cute little white bat since they can shift to human but they was thinking about taking them home where they can see the sights instead of being stuck in a cave. Sometimes they would bring him something to eat insects. He appreciated the kind gestures but Tav noticed he would look dazed whenever it was brought and they seemed sad on those days so Tav rarely does it luckily Astarion informs they he does eat.
Tav also had a odd infatuation with this dramatic Bat, sure it wouldn't be normal but they always wanted to be with him whenever they can and spend as much time as possible.
Tav decided to do something different today "when the sunsets can we sit at the beach" the bat scrunch his tiny face "thats new why?" Tav ears went back their paw lightly pushing a stray pebble Astarion found it cute seeing that meant they was embarrassed.
"I wanted to see the stars with you. Thats what your name means after all" Astarion was surprised by this squeaking cutely and flapping his wings before crawling over cutely and climbing unto Tav's back once more "only if you carry my last thing i want is my nails getting dirty by sand" he complains and They purr loudly as if happy. Luckily no one mentioned it.
The calm waves was soothing to hear whole the stars seemed to give them a beautiful scenery twinkling away like a person that is carefree.
Tav sat on the sand looking at the Moon slowly rising reflecting nicely on the ocean waves while Astarion was resting on top of there head squeaking happily. "Your right this is nice" he sniffs the air making his little nose twitch before looking down at Tav having the sudden urge to bite them. So he does and nips their ear making the black cat yelp low and hiss "Astarion you promised you wouldn't do that", "At that time not now so it doesn't count" he turned his little bat head to the side slightly and squeaks.
They stayed they way until Astarion slowly fell asleep on top of Tav while they curled up. Of course Tav woke up in time to gentle wake Astarion to head back inside since they had to go there was a sad look in his eyes if the sudden wetness around the cute red pupils didn't say anything. He made his way back inside whole Tav ran back to the city tiny paws left behind.
There was a week since Astarion last saw Tav. He missed them he also felt bad for lying to them because this was not his form. He made up his mind to take Tav home with him so she won't live on the streets anymore. His home wasn't big but it was in the corner of the city and blocked the sun a little better.
When the wall of the cave he was in crumbles more and a human crawls in now they both stare at each other shocked "your-" Astarion says at the same time Tav says "your not"
Now they stare at each other Tav slowly feeling a blush growing since the man before them was very handsome. "So your not an actual bat" Tav asked suddenly after they realized they was staring.... Respectfully. "Clearly not darling, but your not an actual cat so i suppose we both are full of surprises"
Tav chuckles and suddenly hugs Astarion which surprised the man but he slowly responds to it slightly awkwardly but he surprisingly welcomed it to it felt nice. Upon agreement Tav wanted Astarion to stay with them so they wont be alone and possibly make more money together then separate. Which Astarion agreed to after informing them he was... well a vampire Spawn which Tav didn't mind oddly. "I figured it out finally when you keep nipping me on those occasions and the bite mark on my cat ear left two tiny holes"
"Its sunny outside i cannot-" "turn into a bat and go inside my cloak" Tav said this to happy and almost as if they hoped he would. "Uh. Okay" he ignored how they whispered yes happily before shifting into a white bat with that same unique curl before slipping into their cloak tiny head peeking out which They happily pet the top of earning a content Squeak.
"Im truly happy i met you Astarion"
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Narrator: Little did Tav know the small creature in their bossom was just as happy to have met them.
Hope you like this~
BTW your welcomed to send me Batstarion and im oddly interested in Astarion being a father he deserves to be happy so you can send me those as well yep :)
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A kiss to the stomach [send me a kiss] also feel free to specify a ship and any other specifics
Time for some percababies I think!
Annabeth had finally "popped." For the first fourteen weeks, their baby didn't seem keen on making an appearance. It showed itself only in Annabeth's near-constant nausea and as a sonogram blob. But they were fifteen weeks to the day since conception, and Annabeth's pants officially didn't fit. She no longer looked like she'd just eaten a big meal. She looked pregnant.
Annabeth gave up trying to wiggle her jeans on and just flopped back onto the bed pants-less. She thanked the gods it was a Saturday; she'd be able to wear workout clothes to go finally pick up some stretchier work options, instead of stuffing her body into a too-tight pant suit for work.
Percy was on her in a moment kissing her face, and then her belly. He lingered on it extra long now that it really looked like a real baby bump.
They'd waited as long as was reasonable, and as long as they could hold off for to start trying. They'd been dreaming about being parents since they were teens, so they thought they'd demonstrated a remarkable amount of self-control by beating teen pregancy. They were engaged out of college, and then married a year later.
"So we'll be married for a year before we start trying?"
"That sounds right. But ... sometimes it takes a while, so maybe we start trying after six months?"
"Good plan, Wise Girl. So three months after the wedding?"
"Maybe just one?"
They'd pulled the goalie a week before they left for their honeymoon. But it had taken a little bit of time. After just about six months, they had their good news.
Percy had started talking to the baby right away.
"I don't think it has ears yet," Annabeth said, consulting the baby book. "It's the size of a raisin."
"You never know," Percy said. "I don't want it to get lonely in there."
Percy was telling it myths now. He seemed to be saving their own heroic adventures for another time, because he stuck mostly to the ancient stuff. Today, though, he kept pausing the story of his name sake and Medusa to press kisses into her belly.
"We might need to tell everyone now," Annabeth said, resting a hand over her own belly, opposite to where Percy was planting kisses.
Only their parents knew so far. And Grover figured it out. Apparently, Annabeth smelled different, not her usual demigod scent. The gods had probably gotten word. Annabeth had been making the relevant sacrifices to Artemis. But their friends still didn't. It had been nice to have a little secret thing with Percy. But it was May. Annabeth couldn't get away with hiding behind sweatshirts and sweaters. It was sundress season.
In the end, Piper's reaction had been Annabeth's favorite: "What kind of doctor's appointment are we making?" Followed by, "Can I be godmother?" When Annabeth let her know it was very much on purpose.
"You'll have to share the job with Percy's sister," Annabeth told her.
"She's six!"
"And has first dibs, sorry."
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Taking Care of You
So sorry this took so long, I got really stuck on it for a minute and had to keep rewriting things. If the ending seems a bit rushed I'm so sorry
This was a request from @themonstracerock !
CW: Mentions of self hatred(?), Character death mentions, Dew being a little shit kind of, Hurt/Comfort
Aether was the last one in the infirmary. Which wasn't uncommon for the quintessence ghoul, he liked to work late because it meant he could work at his own pace and focus on paperwork that needed to be done.
Today, though, was truly exhausting. There was a sudden outbreak of Siblings getting sick (flu season, it's fantastic) which caused both him and the other siblings who worked in the infirmary to run around literally all day.
It made his legs ache and his back sore and– more pressing– his magic to be on the fritz and cause his focus to waver.
Which is why he hadn't realized someone else was in the doorway of his tiny office, currently desperately leaning against the wall like their life depended on it.
Dew had basically clawed his way out of his room and down the 3 halls to get here. His body felt like it was on fire. Which, it technically was. Everything in him ached and felt like he had been hit by a bus and then dropped off a 30 story building.
The elemental transition was not treating him well. He wasn't even supposed to survive it technically, since Sister had admitted to him beforehand that it was, quote; “highly experimental and extremely risky” to do.
But the clergy didn't want to waste anymore time or resources to summon a new fire ghoul after they had just (forcefully) sent one back. Ifrit.
And Dew had a habit of thinking he deserved all this pain. That it was his fault somehow that Ifrit got sent back. So he had to take the fire ghouls shoes and hope to the unholy father that he could fill them.
Dew hasn't been able to really move in the last couple days, the pain so intense it'd make him dizzy and loose everything in his stomach. He couldn't hold down any food and if he tried water or any other liquid (like Pedialyte like one of the siblings suggested) it seemed like his body would inflame from the inside and burn it all out.
So he stopped trying. He curled up into a tight little ball on his bed and refused to move. He hadn't shown up to any of the meetings discussing the new Cardinal. No breakfast, lunch or dinner. No practice. Nothing.
Aether and Mountain had been trying to get him to open up and let them help him- but the little ghoul refused and would snap at them to, “Go away! I don't need your fucking help!”
Dew wants to punch himself in the throat for that, because clearly he needs help. He needs it right now.
That's why he's standing in Aether's office doorway now. Struggling to breathe and even stand.
When Aether finally noticed him, the quint jumped out of his skin.
“Help..” Dew croaked, his voice dry and scratchy. “Please, Aeth.. fuck..”
“Dew!? Oh satanas” he got up out of his chair so fast it spun.
That's when Dew slowly started sliding down the wall, his legs in too much pain anymore to hold him up. Aether quickly caught the little ghoul before he hit the ground. He immediately started pumping quintessence into him through their mate bond, trying to ease the pain enough so he could put Dew down onto a bed and hook him up.
Dew weakly turned his head and glanced up at Aether, his vision quickly turning dark.
Dew woke with a jolt, hissing in regret as his body screamed at him in protest. He quickly flopped back down.
He stared blankly up at the white ceiling for a moment before looking around. Wincing when he saw the IV fluid tubes attached to him.
He hated those things, they gave him the creeps.
“You're awake– oh thank satanas you're awake”
Dew startled a bit before a hand reached for his hand and squeezed. He looked down and there was a very worried but relieved Aether. Looking at him with a desperate look.
Dew cringed, scrunching his nose “Of course I am? Why do you look so concerned?”
Aether's ears drooped, “Dew.. you looked like you were on deaths door when you showed up here” he let go of his hand “don't you remember that?”
“I guess” Dew shrugged.
Aether considered the little, newly made, fire ghoul for a minute. Why was he acting this way? Couldn't he tell everyone, especially himself that he was concerned for Dew?
He couldn't stand seeing him like this. Couldn't stand seeing Dew slowly destroying himself with his stubborn attitude. It was in Aether's nature to want to help, nurture and protect his pack mates. Dew is his pack mate. He's the ghoul he fell in love with at first sight when being dragged out of the Pits. He was the first ghoul that extended a hand to the terrified quintessence ghoul.
Aether's jaw tensed, he decided right then and there.
“No”
Dew looked up at Aether then, “What do you mean no? What're you talking about?”
“I mean no,” Aether reached over to the nightstand next to Dews bed “I'm not letting you do this any longer”
Dew huffed a laugh, “Do what any longer?”
“Destroy yourself!” He handed Dew the glass of water
Dew looked at it questionably before wrinkling his nose and turning away, “I don't want it”
Aether sat back, “Fine!” putting the glass to his lips.
Dew rolled his eyes– then suddenly Aether gripped his jaw, squeezed his cheeks– forcing Dew to open his mouth.
Aether smashed their lips together in an open mouthed kiss and forced the cold water down Dews throat.
Dew scrambled and pushed Aether away, sputtering “What in the nine circles is your fucking deal!?”
“You're not getting away with all this anymore” Aether huffed “You won't even be able to scratch your own ass without me knowing now!”
Dew hissed, “Oh fuck off! You're not my boss!”
“Too damn bad, Dewdrop ghoul!” Aether smirked with some mirth, “You have no choice on the matter”
“For fucks sake..”
Nobody truly knows how Dew recovered so well in the end, they had assumed he just shaped up on his own. Aether stuck true to his promise and followed him around like a guard dog, making sure he took the proper medication and care to his body the whole way.
They ended up inseparable.
#ghost bc#the nameless ghouls#the band ghost#poly ghouls#dewdrop ghoul#sfw#aether ghoul#aether x dewdrop#the band ghost angst#hurt/comfort#Revived Writes
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Amongst The Stars: Chapter Nine
Josh x Quinn (Nonbinary OC) Warnings: The Kiss, Tears, Jake being brother of the year, Anxious thoughts, self-doubt, minimizing your own pain, Josh is kind of in a tailspin for a little bit - so anything that goes along with those big catastrophic feelings. Word Count: 3.3k Summary: Josh has always loved love, and he's finally found it. Buuuut, he can't exactly tell anyone. Join him as he navigates the ins and outs of his sweet, secret romance. Author's Note: This chapter… I’m sorry. Josh is in his feelings and it put me in MY feelings. Just stick with me for a bit, I hate making these characters sad, but we’ve only got a little longer before they stop hurting each other and just cave.
“But it's not real And you don't exist And I can't recall the last time I was kissed It hits me in the car And it feels like the end of a movie I've seen before Before” Ceilings - Lizzy McAlpine
It’s so easy to get wrapped up in the feeling of Quinn’s arms wrapped around me, to get lost in the feeling of their lips first brushing against mine. We’re so close together that it's easy to allow myself to move just a little closer and kiss them again. It's easy to pretend that they want this.. And for a second, I live in bliss, knowing that they’re kissing me with as much fervor as I’m kissing them. It didn’t last long before I felt one of their hands snake between us, open palm landing on my chest. They gently shove me back, face full of bewildered anger.
I watch as their brows furrow together and their eyes dart back and forth, trying to process what happened.
“Is this—” they stop, their mouth opening and closing as they choose their following words. “Is this why you offered to help? So you could try and pick me up?” “What? No! No, absolutely not,” I rush out, “I don't know why I did that. I swear it wasn't intentional.” “So you go around… unintentionally… kissing people on the mouth?!” They laughed humorlessly, “That's just a thing you do in your spare time?”
I sigh and run a hand through my hair before responding.
“No, that came out wrong. I didn't mean for it to happen; I got caught up.” “You got caught up in a thank-you hug? A thank-you peck? Do you realize how that sounds?” “I'm usually better at speaking than this,” I try to joke. “Are you sure about that?” “No… not really.” there's a long beat of silence where we’re just staring at each other. “Okay, well, I need you to leave now,” they finally grit out, “We’ve done enough.” I slowly nod my head and turn to leave, then hear them call out “Thanks for the help, but please don't contact me for a while.” “Of course, Quinn,” I whisper defeatedly, walking out the door, “anything you want.”
I hop in my truck feeling utterly bewildered. I know that I kissed them a second time, but Quinn literally started it. They kissed me first and now they’re acting like I caused all of this. Shut up, Josh. Can’t you see that they’re hurt and confused? Give them a little time to come to terms with it.
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As I slide my key into the lock on the door to our apartment, I finally allow myself to break down. Fat tears roll down my face as I walk through the door. Why did I do that?
I take my shoes off and practically rocket-launch myself onto the couch, not caring to take my jacket off. More tears fall as I play back the last few hours in my head. I think of how much fun we had throughout the day, joking and laughing as I helped Quinn move and unpack their boxes. I think about how my heart fluttered ardently the longer I was in their presence. I think about how we’d flash each other secret smiles over the day.
How could I betray their trust? How could I think that this is what they wanted? How could I think that I was what they wanted?
I let out a defeated groan and flop onto my back, pulling one of the throw blankets that Jake insists make it “look like we have our shit together” over top of me. I pull out my phone and click into my text thread with Quinn. My fingers hover over the keyboard as I remember their voice telling me not to contact them. I’m so stupid.
I’ll be better by the time Jake comes home. He doesn't deserve to see me like this. It's not his job to pick up the pieces for his older brother.
I stretch out on the couch and let my eyes drift closed. Tears still stream down my face as I continue recounting every last detail. It plays like a slideshow, and the very second I get to the end of it, my brain loops it right back to the beginning of the day.
Picking Quinn up from their roommate’s house, helping them box everything up, Craig coming in and causing a scene, taking boxes to the truck, moving the boxes to their new home, unpacking them, Kiss, “Don't contact me for a while,” rinse and repeat.
The worst part about the situation is that I caused it myself because I'm impulsive and reckless. I can't even blame Quinn for being upset with me because I know how my actions look. It does seem like I only offered to help in an attempt to pick them up.
I can feel my emotions lulling me to sleep, and I quickly open my eyes and fumble for the remote.
I’ll put a movie on, so Jake will assume I just couldn't hang for movie night. He doesn't need to know that I can't physically make it to my bedroom.
I shuffle through streaming services and ultimately decide on the Pirates of the Caribbean series. They're Jake’s favorites, so there’s an added layer of protection — he’ll hopefully get too distracted by Kiera Knightly to notice my lumpy form sticking out of the couch cushions. I select the first one in the series, then lay back down, covering my head in the blanket, and let sleep take me.
I wake in a cold sweat several hours later to the sound of Jake’s key turning in the lock, and I can feel a fresh wave of sadness hit me.
Don't cry. Pretend to be asleep. Give Jake peace. Don't cry. Pretend to be asleep. Give Jake peace.
The more I think about it, the harder it is to keep the tears from falling, so I try my hardest to stay silent. Perhaps he won't notice my body shaking with sobs if he can't hear them coming out.
I listen as he hangs his keys up and slides his well-worn pair of Vans off his feet by the front door.
Keep quiet. Keep quiet. Keep quiet.
“Josh,” he hollers out, noticing I left the TV on.
Keep quiet. Keep quiet. Keep quiet.
I hear his socked feet walk over to the coffee table, and he watches a bit of the movie before shutting the TV off, not noticing me on the couch.
“Josh,” He pads through the apartment, opening my bedroom door, “You're kind of freaking me out.”
My resolve breaks at the concerned timbre of his voice, and I suck in a shuddering sob. He jogs back to the living room as another wave of emotions hits me. I feel the couch dip as he sits beside me, then slowly uncovers my head.
“Oh, Bubba,” he squeaks, wiping the tears from my cheeks. “I’m s-sor—” I cut my own apology off with a soft wail.
He pulls me into a bone-crushing hug, gently rubbing his hand up and down my spine.
“What happened?” “I- I—” I suck in a snotty breath, trying to find the words to explain. “No, it's okay. You don't have to talk right now,” he runs a hand through my hair.
“Here, let's get this jacket off you and get you in the bath.”
I cry harder because Jake knows exactly what I need and is helping me willingly. He’s giving me his time and energy even after he worked an entire shift.
He stands up from the couch and offers me a hand, practically dragging me to a standing position, before disappearing down the hallway and starting the bathtub. I walk over to the coat rack and finally hang my jacket up after sleeping in it for hours.
I take a second to wipe my eyes on the cuff of my long-sleeved white t-shirt and compose myself before following Jake back to the bathroom. As I enter the room, I see that Jake has already set out a fresh towel, and he’s fiddling with the tap while adding a healthy amount of Dr. Teal’s Ashwagandha bubble bath into the tub.
“I picked the one for ‘calming your mind,’” he says, turning to meet my gaze, “it seems like you could use it.”
He shrugs and goes back to fiddling with the tap, somehow knowing the exact combination of hot and cold water that I love. I walk over to him and place my hand on his shoulder, gently squeezing.
“Thank you, Jake,” I start, clearing my throat because it’s rough with disuse, “I love you a lot.” “Don't worry about it, bub,” He pats my hand on his shoulder and turns to leave the bathroom, “I’ll be in the living room when you're ready.”
He closes the door, and I strip out of my clothes.
I pull my phone from the pocket of my discarded pants and hit shuffle on my music library, hoping the background noise is enough to distract me while I rot in the tub.
I walk out of the bathroom, feeling like half of a human being again.
Far cry better than how I felt earlier, I think as I walk into the living room.
Jake sits on the couch, a glass of scotch in hand, in his trusty sweatpants and his usual half-buttoned flannel. He’s added his wire-rimmed reading glasses to his ensemble.
“Thank you again,” I say, voice still thick with tears. He softly smiles at me, moving to stand. “You don't have to thank me. What kind of brother would I be if I let your sorry ass have a mental breakdown all alone,” he says in a joking manner, but I can see the concern etched all over his face. “Pretty shitty one, if you ask me,” I laugh, but it sounds hollow even to my ears. He lets out a small sigh and makes his way to the kitchen. I take a seat next to the one he just vacated on the couch, and that's when I finally notice that he’s taken all but two of our blankets and made a giant pallet on the floor. Just like when we were little. Stop it, Josh. You can't cry because your brother is being kind to you. It's his job to be kind to you.
I pull one of the free blankets over my lap and finally notice that Jake has been sitting here in silence, with Stardust queued up and ready to start whenever I got out of the tub. I pull at the collar of my shirt, trying to do anything I possibly can to dislodge the emotions that sit there. Sometimes, it's just hard to believe how much Jake loves and respects me. I’ll remember this for the rest of my life, and I hope I don’t ever have to repay his love and kindness, but I’ll be ready if I do.
My sappy thoughts are interrupted by Jake waltzing back into the room, a mug of hot chocolate, I guess by the smell of it, in each hand. He reaches over and hands one to me with a conspiratorial look.
“There’s rum in this,” I state, more so than I ask. “What better way to drown your sorrows?” “You make a fine point, Kiddo,” I take the first sip of my drink and let it warm me from the inside out.
Jake sits beside me on the couch, pulling his blanket over his legs, and sighs when the hot chocolate hits his lips. He reaches out for the remote on the coffee table and presses play.
He gives me precisely 30 seconds before he turns to examine me.
“Wanna talk about it?” I let my head fall back against the couch and groan ”I fucked up,” I cut myself off there, knowing that Jake won't let me leave it at that. “That much is obvious,” Jake says as he reaches over to pat my knee, “but I’m gonna need more details.”
I swipe one hand over my face, rubbing my eyes.
“Okay, so hypothetically speaking, I may have accidentally kissed someone who I wasn’t supposed to..” I peek over at Jake, trying to gauge his reaction. “Okay,” he raises an eyebrow, beckoning me to continue. “And I really, really, really liked this person.” “FaceTime date that I interrupted? Quinn?” “Why do you remember EVERYTHING?” I ask with a slight chuckle. “Gotta keep tabs on my idiot brothers,” he shrugs, “but I suppose it didn't go well?” “You could say that,” I grimace, “basically ended with them telling me to leave them alone indefinitely.”
Jake sits and thinks for a moment. I can see him weighing his options and trying to decide how he wants to tackle this.
“You know, I’m not the best at relationships myself. So, I won't waste your time on advice. But, what I will say,” Jake stops to clear his throat, placing one hand on the back of his neck, "is that I can see the love and care that radiates from you day in and day out. I can see how everyone wants to be around you, hoping they can get just a little bit of the light you give out. Just give your person time, and I'm sure they’ll recognize it too.”
My throat tightens again.
“I don't know. They seemed pretty adamant about not wanting to see me.” “You're pretty good at changing people's minds, so don't count yourself out yet.”
I nod my head, refusing to speak because I know that I'll lose the hold that I currently have on my tears. I set my drink on the coffee table and pull him into a crushing hug.
“You mean so much to me. I love you.” “Okay, sappy. Pull it together.” "I’m trying, but you’re being exceptionally nice to me and it’s making me more emotional,” I let out a watery laugh into his shoulder. “Bub, you’re always a little bit emotional. That’s how we all know you’re human and not some Sunshine Powered Robot.”
He pulls out of my grasp and pinches my arm,
“Now get your ass on the pallet,” he points to the forgotten about make-shift bed, “we’re having a sleepover like when we were little.”
My heart tugs at that, knowing that he also thought about our younger years. I try to ignore the fact that he’s likely only doing this because he’s afraid I’ll go rogue if he leaves me alone. To be fair, it’s a reasonable fear to him to have. If I could sink into the couch cushions and sleep for a year, I’d do it in a heartbeat. But that’s not really a feeling you can voice out loud without getting a few.. looks.
I hop down from the couch and stretch out on the blankets Jake laid out, and I feel him drop down to the pallet after he clicks the lights off.
“Want me to restart it?” Jake asks, nodding to the now halfway finished movie. “No, I’m just gonna go to sleep.”
Jake hums in acknowledgement and flops out on his back. We lay in silence and I let the soft background noise lull me to a state of comfort for the first time today. Just as I’m on the precipice of sleep, I feel Jake shift beside me.
“Hey Bub,” he starts. “Mhm,” I reply, eyes still closed. “I know you’re hurting. But I know that it’ll work out. And if it doesn’t work out on its own, I know you’ll make it work out. You’re resilient.”“Jake,” I groan, “Please stop being nice to me.” “Not being nice, just honest.”
He is right, I am resilient, I do make things work for myself if the universe won’t make them work. I breathe a massive sigh, but eventually drift off to sleep with hope in my heart from Jake’s words.
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I wake in the morning to the smell of bacon and my stomach growls.
Yeah, dummy. You didn’t eat last night.
I stand up from the makeshift bed and stretch my limbs.
Getting a little bit too old to sleep on the floor like that, I think as one of my knees pops in protest.
I make my way into the kitchen with hopes that Jake will part with one piece of his bacon. When I round the corner, I see that Jake hasn’t just prepared himself breakfast, but he’s prepared an entire spread.
“Feeding an army?” I joke, as I walk up to our cabinet and grab a coffee mug down. Jake jumps at my words and sets his phone down. “Fuck, you scared me,” he chuckles, “No, I just assumed you didn’t eat yesterday and didn’t know what you’d want. So, there’s an array.” ”It’s like 7:30 in the morning, Jake. You got off at 2 and then stayed up with me. Why are you already awake?” “I don’t require as much beauty sleep as you do.” “You say that, but maybe you should try. Could be the reason you don't have a girlfriend.” “Oh, hush it and come grab a plate.”
I pile a plate high with various items. Pancakes, bacon, fresh fruit that Jake apparently had time to cut up. Wouldn’t be shocked if he actually went to the farmers market this morning. He’s such a mother.
I begin shoveling food into my mouth, not even bothering to sit down. I glance back at Jake, and find him on his phone again.
”Who could you possibly be texting this early?” ”The boys,” he waves a hand as if to say no one important. “Wait,” I say, popping a few grapes into my mouth, “Do you all have a group chat without me in it?” ”Joshua, where are your manners?” He chides. “Don’t try to distract me,” I say around my mouthful, “Do you have a group chat without me?” “Not one that we use regularly,” he rolls his eyes as if I’m the stupidest person in the world. “Do you use it to talk shit about me?” I puff my bottom lip out in an exaggerated pout. “No, but we’re about to start if you don’t stop pouting at me.” ”I had the worst day of my life yesterday, and you’re talking shit about me in a separate group chat?” ”I’m glad to see your not annoying at all sense of humor is still intact,” he peers up at me from behind his reading glasses, “it was kind of touch and go last night.”
I bark out a laugh.
“No, really, I was just texting them to see if one of them could open the bar today.” “I don’t need to be on a watchlist or anything, Jake. You don’t have to have them open.” “I know you don’t,” he scoffs, “but I still want to be around if you need me.
My heart tugs again. He’s putting his work day on hold because he wants to make sure I don’t need him.
“You’re, uh. You’re—“ I start, then stop, “I’m glad the universe stuck us together.” “I know that you’re emotionally distressed right now, so I’ll forgive the lack of flowery language.” “Oh shut it. I love you a lot. And I’m really thankful that you are my brother.”
I smile at him from across the table and tuck back into my plate.
“Oh,” he starts, “I also already texted your boss and said there was a family emergency, so you’re off work for the next few days.” “Thank you, I absolutely would have accidentally no-showed.” “I know, but that’s what I’m here for,” he responds as he reaches out to pat my arm.
For the gazillionth time since last night, I can’t help but think of how lucky I am to have Jake.
I’ll pay him back for this one day, I swear it.
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im confident enough to post FFAK, which has anal prolapse, but i dont post the true drama....... my opinions about manga. *dramatic music* sometimes i kinda want to do some reviews.. its mostly me complaining.. it makes me sound so bitter like "do you like anything kosmic!" and..yes ! i do!!! okay!! i like a lot of things. once in a while, i dip my toes into a popular series to try to see if we are a good fit. Series like: Beastars, Dorohedoro, Dungeon meshi,ect.. and i kind. well. I dont like any of them LMAO. I mean, Ok, i actually really was into Beastars for a time, but after the fight with the bear guy (its been a few years sorry) and that story arc concluded.. it just spiraled to laughable levels and did not recover. I was genuinely laughing at it at times bc it kind of felt like a desperate scramble with the like. loopholes and power upgrades.. But I was invested for a time, it had a charm to me! I also loved the art and im curious about the authors next series about santa (partly because i too, am writing a story about santa). Dorohedoro has a great visual style, fun characters, i enjoyed reading but it also kinda didnt ...land for me beyond that, which is a shame. I feel like it is a series that "should" have clicked with me. And its like, not offensive to me but.. I'll forget that ive read the whole thing. I like STUFF in it. but thats not enough for me anymore. If i had read it when i was younger tho, it might have been a diff story. idk. My most unpopular opinion of all is that... I hated Dungeon Meshi.. Sure its ..pretty! cute designs. but i found it SO painfully boring and it actually was a struggle to finish. in the end, it felt like a waste of time.. SHOCKING take i know. That is the darling of everyones heart and i like, understand WHY its popular. .. but for me, i was not fed by anything. i am unfed and starved and going to eat elsewhere oh, and i.. as a person who has read a lot of fighting mangas.. I have tried to read chainsaw man, but i dont know if I can. I did finish Fire Punch. I'm surprised to say: i kinda liked it but it took a long time to force myself to read thru it. I honestly hated many aspects of Fujimoto's storytelling/character acting that i didn't think my opinion on it would change, but I'm a little more open to it now. I dont think i could ever super be into it or whatever, but i did find genuine enjoyment in aspects of fire punch. I did not really like look back. I haven't read his other one shot(s)? Where am i going with all this..I guess im giving some unrequested reviews after all...oops... a lot of this is spurred by how houseki no kuni is one of my most fav series, not only visually/characters/story/ect.. but i cant lie.... the ending... was kind of a flop for me... gorgeous and poetic ig sure but.. AUGH! it isnt what i wanted. maybe it'll be one of those "it'll grow on me" endings but thats mostly me having to go thru the 5 stages of personal grief and gaslight myself into it, but as the like actual honest first-reaction feeling it kinda lost me. I think it did not work when i felt the confrontation btwn phos/cinnabar wasn't the one i wanted to see. i will say tho, while im dissapointed, its not like a DEEP one or anything. I know its a miracle to even get to an ending.. i guess my take away feeling from it was like "everything fit together too well, too planned" but didnt feel planned, emotionally. I wasn't sold on it. Anyway, im here to speak my truth and my hot takes which, i honestly dont even want to have that one about HnK but its the real feeling i have for it.. Once again Utena's ending just has made all these other issues i have with various stories more obvious LOL
#the series i hate MOST is one piece#those who know me in my life#know this truth about me#i loathe that thing!!!!!!#i am a hater and i dont wish to be changed#oda does good color spreads tho
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Downward Spiral
Summary: No One Knows AU Part 7, Managing work-life balance as a superhero is hard in the best of times.
These are not the best of times.
Author's Note: So turns out, this didn't take nearly as long as I expected and there also aren't nearly as many chapters as I expected there to be (just three), so uh, here's the first chapter! Have fun with it like Danny won't!
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At an actually decent suggestion from Jazz, Danny starts going home before going on patrol, just because too often if he tries to patrol first, he misses his much earlier much stricter curfew, and he really can’t afford to do that right now.
Jazz comes with him a lot of the time. She brings a thermos or strategies in regards to the ghosts they’re most likely to find. She catches the ghost sometimes, and Danny always feels grateful that her aim has gotten better. Ghost fighting is more than a little easier with backup.
Tonight, however, nothing much helps, as there’s so many ghosts out and about it doesn’t matter how efficient or well-planned they are, they still get home after midnight. Danny phases them both through the walls and up to his bedroom, and then collapses onto his bed and changes back without moving.
“That’s it,” he groans. “I’m sleeping for a week.”
“Unfortunately we still have school tomorrow,” Jazz says, but he can tell she’s exhausted too. She flops down on the bed next to Danny, but doesn’t bother looking at him as she keeps talking. “At least it’s almost Friday.”
Danny manages a weak laugh. “Never thought I’d live to see the day you’d be excited to see the weekend,” he says.
“I’m excited to be well rested,” Jazz mutters, and Danny looks over to find her eyes are already shut and she seems half asleep already. He doesn’t want to make her move when they’re both this tired, but he doesn’t know if he has the strength to walk to her bedroom either. So instead, they both end up falling asleep sideways on the bed, with Danny having just enough time to shove the thermos under his pillow to deal with in the morning before he passes out too.
…
A knock on his door wakes them both, but there’s barely any pause before it opens and Mom walks quickly in, looking nervous about something.
“Danny have you seen— oh, Jazz, you’re in here!”
Danny blinks blearily, trying to push himself upwards.
“Sorry Mom,” Jazz says, already awake and two steps ahead like usual. “I was helping Danny study last night, and we both just kind of fell asleep.”
“Oh no worries, sweetie, I just didn’t know where you were,” Mom says. And Danny expects that to be the end of it, but instead Jazz stands up and walks across the room, then gives Mom a quick hug.
Danny blinks in surprise, but Mom hugs Jazz tightly back for a second before giving her a smile and heading back out, with a call that she’d see them downstairs for breakfast.
“Uh, you guys good?” Danny asks, and Jazz turns to face him, blinking a couple times. Maybe she’s not as awake as he thought she was.
“Oh, Mom and Dad just get more nervous when they don’t know where we are now,” Jazz says. “That’s why I suggested coming home before patrol. It’s not your fault, but we shouldn’t get in trouble for it.”
Danny narrows his eyes in concern. “That’s why you suggested coming home before patrol?”
“Well, that and it’s generally easier to patrol if we’ve already had dinner,” Jazz says. “It’s really okay, Danny. Don’t beat yourself up about it.”
“I wasn’t,” Danny says, sitting upwards and stretching his arms above his head in an effort to wake himself up. “Meet you downstairs for breakfast.”
“Sure thing,” Jazz says, heading out to her own room.
Danny still isn’t quite awake when he does make it downstairs, but he sort of feels like he can make it through the day while feeling only slightly like a zombie. As long as nothing happens, anyway, like Dash getting on his case or some large assignment being given or another ghost attack.
Oh who is he kidding, he’s doomed.
Someone nudges him in the shoulder, and Danny turns to see Jazz approaching from his side. “I can drive you to school today if you want,” she says. “Just so you don’t have to rush quite as much.”
“Yes please,” Danny says. “You’re a lifesaver.” He grabs one of the pieces of toast sitting on the plate in the center of the table, then takes a bite without bothering to put any butter or jam on it.
He manages to get ready with just a little time to spare, which gives him time to grab the thermos and head down to the lab. Danny manages to send the ghosts stuffed into the thermos through the portal back into the ghost zone, where they’ll hopefully be for a while.
He’s about to turn around and head back upstairs when he hears the lab door open, and he freezes.
“Danny?” Mom asks, as she walks down the steps. “What are you doing in the lab, don’t you need to be getting ready for school.”
“Uh, I think I left a pencil down here when I was cleaning,” Danny says, turning to the nearby cluttered lab table as an excuse, and starting to shift through papers.
Mom looks around with a raised eyebrow, lingering on the messy tables and scattered papers and beakers. “Maybe you should take another crack at the cleaning part,” she says.
“Uh, totally,” Danny says, grabbing the first pencil he lands on and heading back upstairs. “You got it Mom! Sorry, I was just super busy with studying.”
“No, that’s alright, hun, studies come first. Just make sure you make some time to do your chores too, okay?”
“Sure thing,” Danny calls as he runs back up the stairs. He waits until he’s out of earshot to mutter to himself, “I’ll add it to the list of priorities, right under the ghost fighting.”
He shakes it off and moves to grab his bag, then heads out front to meet Jazz, who’s already waiting in the car.
“Ghosts taken care of?” she asks as Danny shuts the door.
“Yep,” Danny says as she pulls away. “Thanks for the ride. I don’t think I would have had time otherwise.”
“No problem. I love it when there isn’t a thermos full of malicious entities stuck under your pillow all day.”
“It is one of my favorite decorative habits,” Danny says, giving an admittedly still exhausted smirk.
Apparently a little more exhausted than he thought, because he ends up falling asleep on the way to school, and Jazz shakes him awake when they get there.
“You sure you’re up for this?” she asks as Danny drags himself and his bag from the car.
“So up for this,” Danny says, waving her off. “I’m gonna take a nap in homeroom and probably during lunch. I’ll be fine.”
“Alright,” Jazz says. “If you’re sure.”
“I’m definitely not. How are you so awake by the way, that’s not even fair.”
“I wasn’t the one that did all of the actual fighting last night,” Jazz says as they start towards the school. “And I also have a good sleep schedule the rest of the time.”
“Good sleep schedules are for chumps.”
“Yeah see, that’s probably part of your problem.”
“Bah.”
They split up as Danny reaches homeroom, where he does in fact put his head on his desk and sleep until the bell rings again.
He really can’t afford to sleep through his algebra class, though. That one had taken the biggest hit while he’d been off doing crimes for Freakshow, and algebra has never been his strong suit. He’s managed to get his grade back up to a somewhat decent C-, but it’s a shaky C-, one he can’t afford to slack on. So in passing period, he splashes some water on his face, smacks himself in the face a couple of times, and then heads in to force himself to focus on numbers.
He sits near the window next to Tucker, who has algebra the same time as him, and who looks significantly less exhausted than he does, which is probably why he feels okay with whispering to him as class starts.
“Hey, did you get the homework done?”
Danny’s head snaps over to him. “What?”
There isn’t homework due today, is there? How did he forget that?
Oh, what does it matter? He wouldn’t have had time to do it last night anyway, between getting slammed into concrete walls, or through store windows, or into other ghosts.
Tucker, next to him, holds up an entire packet of quadratic equations, all of which he’s done, and all of which look complicated.
Danny slams his head down on his desk. “Oh, you’ve gotta be kidding me.”
“Sorry dude,” Tucker says with a sympathetic frown.
Danny looks hopefully towards him. “Could you help me make it up after school?”
Tucker winces, which doesn’t seem to bode well for his chances.
“Uh, sorry,” he says, looking away. “Sam wants to, uh, do a thing.”
“A thing?”
“Yeah, at the park. And you’re still grounded, so…”
Danny sighs, looking back at his desk. “Right, yeah. Thanks anyway.”
Tucker doesn’t say anything, and then the bell rings, and the teacher up front calls for everyone to pass in their homework.
There’s a two day late policy which doesn’t make exceptions for the weekend, meaning Danny’s gonna have to figure out some way to get it done today so he can turn it in tomorrow. Maybe he actually will be up late to study that night. Ghost fighting comes before homework, but homework tends to find a way to come before sleep.
And if he doesn’t want to piss off his mom, he’s gotta fit cleaning the lab in there somewhere.
Whatever, he can sleep all day Saturday. It’ll be fine. He’s grounded anyway.
…
Lunch seems to take forever to get there, and by the time Danny finally makes it to their usual table, Sam and Tucker are already there and talking. Danny sets his tray down, then drops his backpack down on the table next to it and buries his head in it.
“Late night?” Sam asks.
Danny makes a grumbled noise of agreement.
“I thought you caught up on all your homework from being gone.”
“That does not stop me from forgetting about new homework, apparently,” Danny says, managing to pull his head up.
“Yikes,” Sam says. “Good luck with that.”
“I’m gonna need it,” Danny mutters. He grabs the apple from his tray and takes a bite a split second before he remembers why he doesn’t eat the terrible mealy school apples and spits it back out onto the tray.
“Geez Danny, you think you could try being a functional human today?” Sam asks, pulling her tray back towards her.
“Apparently not,” Danny says, giving a short laugh. He covers the bite of the apple with a napkin to throw away when he finishes the rest of it. “Sorry Sam, I didn’t get enough sleep last night.”
“I can tell,” Sam says with a roll of her eyes. There was a short pause before Sam says, “You’re not alone in that, though. There were ghosts fighting all night, they kept waking me up.”
Danny winces. “Sorry, Sam. That sucks,” he says.
“I bet it was Invis-o-bill again,” Sam says, turning to look at Tucker, probably trying to include him in the conversation, since he’s been pretty quiet through most of lunch, looking down at his PDA. “Did you guys see how much damage he caused last night? He needs to pay more attention.” She nudges Tucker. “He woke you up too, right?”
“Uh, yeah,” Tucker says, looking down and tapping something on his PDA.
Danny doesn’t say anything, and instead takes a drink of his chocolate milk. He probably should have paid more attention last night. He and Jazz have been trying to cut down on the property damage as a way to help his image a bit. The only problem being last night he was still out fighting at 11PM and he was achy and exhausted. He’s still achy and exhausted.
Still, if Sam’s noticed that’s a problem. The main point for all of this is to show her Phantom in a new light. If that’s not working, then he needs to be doing something he’s not.
“I’m just saying,” Sam says to Tucker, apparently taking his agreement as more than it seemed to Danny. “I’m getting a little tired of not getting enough sleep just because of a bunch of stupid ghosts.”
Danny snorts, taking another sip of milk to cover it as a cough. That makes two of them.
Sam drops the ghost fighting after that, but Danny has trouble shaking off the sour tinge it adds to his mood for the rest of lunch. He tries to reason his way out of feeling crummy about it while walking to his next class.
Of course Sam’s irritated she didn’t sleep well. Danny’s irritated he didn’t sleep well too. And of course she blamed it on Phantom. That’s nothing new for her. He’s just not in a great mood because he’s tired, and things will be more bearable tomorrow.
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Chapter Two
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Chasing The Raven: A Hello Neighbor Fanfic
By JJ
Summary: Back before the incidents, Aaron, Mya, Lucy and Nicky went to investigate the raven man.
Nicky walked out of the school, and was about to walk home, but someone called out his name.
"Hey, Nicky!"
He turned his head to see his best friend, Aaron. He was waiting outside of Raven Brooks Elementary school, Nicky walked towards him and leaned back against the sign of Raven Brooks Middle School.
"How's it going, Aaron?", he asked. "Waiting for Mya and Lucy?"
"Yeah.", replied Aaron. "But later after we all go home, I want us to meet in the woods."
Nicky's eyebrows furrowed in confusion, "For what? Are we working on another machine?"
Aaron shook his head, "Nope. We're doing something different."
"How different?"
"You'll see.", said Aaron, "And bring your lockpick set."
Nicky was confused. He didn't really like surprises that much, he was scared of whatever it would be, good or bad. But he trusted Aaron, and he was his friend.
After Lucy and Mya walked out of the school, the four kids walked home. Nicky walked through the door of his house, and was sort of relieved to see that Bubba was sitting on the couch, sleeping.
He tip-toed upstairs, and gently shut the door. He flopped down on his bed, waiting for Aaron to call him.
Considering he said they'd meet in the woods to do something different, that was the only information he gave him. He'd very much like to know when they were leaving so he didn't have to travel to the woods by himself. Not that it was scary, he just didn't like going in there without someone by his side.
Yes, he knew it was childish, but if you understood him or knew him long enough, you'd know that being alone was kind of scary.
He ended up falling asleep and waking up an hour later, once he heard a noise come from downstairs, he ran to his front yard. He found a note on his trellis. He picked up the note and read it.
"In your backyard."
He walked to his backyard, and was shocked to see his friends. Aaron, Mya, and Lucy. But for some reason, they were all wearing night vision goggles.
"What's all this?", asked Nicky.
"We're going back into the woods!", said Lucy. She gestured down to her outfit, which was a pair of gray jean shorts and a red shirt, not like her usual red dress. "Look! I even dressed for the occasion!"
Aaron rolled his eyes and walked to Nicky, putting a hand on his shoulder.
"Listen, do you remember that night in the woods where that creepy bird thing? Yeah, well we're going to go and find it.", he said. Nicky jumped back in shock.
"What?! Are you crazy? We chased after that thing last time and we barely made it out of the woods with our lives!", he said. "I'm sorry, but I can't risk my life again just to play Scooby Doo."
Mya pouted and looked at Nicky with her shiny green eyes, "But Nicky, our group isn't the same without you. We want you to come with us. Please?"
Nicky crossed his arms and looked away, and Lucy tapped his shoulder with something metal. Nicky looked at her and saw that she was holding a pair of night vision goggles. "We even brought you your own pair."
Nicky gave in and took the goggles. "Alright, but I have to make it back before my grandma wakes up."
"So we got until tomorrow?", Aaron joked.
"Hardy har har."
The kids walked past all of the warning signs and bushes, being careful not to step on any animal poop.
"How do you even know that he's here?", asked Nicky.
"Well have you seen any raven people walking around town? He's gotta be somewhere in these woods.", said Aaron. "Maybe we'll find him in a nest or something."
Lucy rolled her eyes, "He's the same size as a regular human, how could he possibly fit in a nest?"
"A human sized nest, duh."
Nicky rolled his eyes as he listened to them bicker. He was behind them, but he tried to keep up, along with Mya, who got her dress tangled in a branch. Nicky helped her pull it out, and miraculously didn't tear a hole in it.
"Thanks, Nicky."
"No problem, Mya."
The two held hands and walked quickly behind Aaron and Lucy to keep up with them.
The four kids were starting to get a little scared. The sky was turning darker, and it almost looked like it was going to rain soon.
"Do you think it can talk?", asked Lucy. Everyone looked at the girl.
"What?", asked Mya.
"It's getting scary, so I'm trying to lighten the mood.", said Lucy. "Do you think the crow man can talk?"
Aaron let out a dry laugh, "Probably not. It's got a beak, not a mouth. I doubt it can talk."
Three of the kids laughed.
"But do you think it can fly?", asked Mya. "Ravens fly, so it has to fly."
"With what wings?", asked Nicky. Then his eyes widened, "Unless he can shapeshift into flying animals!"
Lucy jumped up and down, "That would be so cool!", she said.
The kids were so engrossed in their conversation, they didn't even hear the strike of thunder that ripped through the air. Well, no one except Nicky.
Nicky jumped at the strike. "It's getting worse out here. We should go home."
Lucy shook her head, "But we didn't even find the crow man yet.", she said.
Aaron put his goggles over his eyes, "Put on your goggles.", he said, watching everyone do the same. "We can see where we're going with these."
As Nicky put his goggles over his eyes, he had frightened thoughts coursing through his mind. He didn't want to see where he was going, he wanted to go home.
He looked around the woods, and jumped back when he saw a familiar cloaked figure hiding behind a tree.
"He's right there!", he said to the others. "Let's go!"
By the time the others realized, they started chasing after the figure. The cloaked raven man started running, and it was running faster than them all put together.
Nicky was ahead of the group, he felt so close that he could almost touch the raven man.
"Guys, hurry up!"
"We're hurrying!"
But the kids didn't hurry fast enough, because they followed the cloaked figure into a dark and shadowy part, and he was suddenly gone.
"Where'd he go?", asked Nicky.
The four kids looked around, and there was no sign of the raven man.
"Did he teleport away from here?", asked Lucy. "But ravens can't do that."
"Maybe not other ravens, but this one is magic.", said Mya.
"A magic raven.", whispered Aaron. "Now that's interesting."
A moment of silence.
Then another strike of thunder ripped through the air once again, and Lucy felt a drop of water fall on her head. Then another, then another.
Before anyone knew it, it was raining.
Mya gasped and grabbed Aaron's shoulder, pulling her in her direction. "Come on, it's raining! Let's go back!"
Aaron obliged, letting Mya pull her to wherever she thought the start was, Nicky and Lucy following close behind them.
As Nicky followed them, he rolled his eyes. "Sure. You'll listen to your sister when she says it's time to go, but won't listen to your paranoid best friend?", he thought. "But then again, she is his sister."
Nicky got so lost in his thoughts, he didn't even notice that his friends weren't even in front of him anymore. That's when he really got scared.
"Aaron? Mya? Lucy?", he called out. "Where are you guys?"
As he looked around, he got even more scared when he felt the world start to spin.
"Aaron! Mya! Lucy!", he called out once again. This time, he got an answer back.
"Nicky!", it was Aaron who answered back. "Where are you?"
"I don't know!", Nicky answered, trying to calm down. "But where are you guys?"
"We're over here!", said Lucy.
Nicky looked around once again, but still didn't see his friends. "Where?"
"Just follow the sound of my voice!", said Lucy.
As Lucy began to sing an unfamiliar song, Nicky tried to follow where it was coming from. But it was getting kind of difficult with the rain, thunder and lightning.
"Oh God, where are you guys?", he thought. But his sudden thought made him accidentally trip over a log and fall down a cliff.
He rolled and rolled down the hill, dirt and mud covering almost his entire body. It was only when he was already down the hill that he heard Lucy's voice.
"Nicky!", Mya called out, running to him. She helped him up and dusted him off. "Are you okay?"
"I'm wet and dirty, but I'll be fine."
Thunder ripped through the air once again, making everyone jump and scream.
"We gotta get back!", said Lucy.
"But we don't even know the way back!", said Mya, beginning to cry.
Aaron grabbed Mya's hand and pulled her close to him, "Then we'll see if we can find any shelter in these woods and hide there until morning."
Everyone nodded and started running.
For some reason, Nicky could feel someone gaining on them. It was weird, because there wasn't even anyone in the woods but him and his friends...
And a human crow man.
That thought was enough to give Nicky more adrenaline to run past his friends, and he bumped into something metal and cold. "OW!", he yelped as he backed away from the metal surface. He opened his eyes to see an abandoned building.
"Thank God!", said Aaron. He gently pushed Nicky out of the way and jiggled the handle. "Damn it! It's locked.", he dug around in his pockets. "And I forgot my lockpicks! God fucking damn it!"
"I can use mine! Move out of the way!"
Aaron moved out of the way, letting Nicky pull out his set of lockpicks and tried jiggling the lock open. When the first pair didn't work, he tried using another pair. When that pair didn't work, he tried using another one. Nicky was starting to hyperventilate as he tried one last pair.
"Please open! Please open! Please!", he didn't even notice he was screaming.
By some miracle, the door opened, and the kids wasted no time running in and slamming the door shut.
Nicky wiped his eyes. At this point, his face was so wet that he didn't even know whether he was crying or if it was just rain. He got his answer when he let out a choked sob.
"Oh God...oh God that was so...", he couldn't even finish that sentence before he felt Aaron wrap his arms around him.
"Dude, it's okay. We're safe now.", he whispered into his ear. Nicky felt himself calming down, and he wiped his wet face.
"Thanks, man. I'm good now.", he said. "Now where the hell are we?"
"I don't know, I wish we'd brought a flashlight.", said Lucy.
Then they heard a voice coming from down the dark corridor.
"Did anyone else hear that?", a man's voice asked. "It came from down there."
"I don't know. Let's go check.", said another voice.
The steps came towards the hallway, and the four kids started panicking.
Luckily, Lucy found an unlocked door behind her, and she pointed inside. "In here!"
Everyone ran in here, and slammed the door behind them once again. Nicky flinched at the slam.
"Careful! There's people here!", he whispered. Aaron shrugged, "Sorry, man."
Lucy found a light switch and flipped it on. The sudden light made everyone squint their eyes.
Aaron seemed to recognize this place immediately when the lights turned on.
"Guys, this is my dad's office.", he said. "We're in the Golden Apple factory."
Nicky stiffened at that, "What?! We're in your dad's freaking office? What if he's here?"
Aaron rolled his eyes and nonchalantly put his hand up, "Oh relax, would you? He usually goes home when it's this late.", he said. Nicky crossed his arms and rolled his eyes, and Aaron put a hand on his shoulder.
"But all jokes aside, I'm sorry we forced you to come along with us.", he said.
Nicky angrily looked at him, but his gaze softened. He sighed, "I can't stay mad at you.", he said. Then he looked around Mr. Peterson's office. "So I guess we just stay here until morning?"
Aaron nodded, "Yeah, assuming no one comes in."
Well that didn't make Nicky feel any better.
Lucy turned the light back off and sat down on the floor, "Well, we better get some sleep. It's been a long one.", she said.
Everyone else sat down, and were about to go to sleep, but they immediately jumped back up while the doorknob started to jiggle.
"Crap!", said Aaron.
The door opened and the kids stilled in fear, but they somewhat relaxed when they saw who it was.
Mr. Peterson.
He was shocked to see them in his office. "What're you kids doing here?", he asked. "Aaron, Mya, did you kids sneak in here?"
Aaron looked down at his shoes, and Mya nervously rubbed her arm. "Kind of, but -"
"And you guys are soaking wet!", he said. "Did you guys get caught in the storm? Oh my God, this is why I tell you kids to stay inside on rainy days."
Nicky felt kind of relaxed as he listened to Mr. Peterson talk to them all like the worried dad he was. Well, in Aaron and Mya's case, he was their dad.
Mr. Peterson sighed, "We'll talk more when we get home.", he said, "Lucy, after I drop them off, I'll take you back to your house."
"Okay, Mr. Peterson."
The man led the kids out of the factory and to his car. The drive home was quiet, but no one seemed to mind.
As Mr. Peterson led his children into their house, Nicky walked across the street to his own house. He barely made a foot inside before he felt someone grab him and pull him into a tight hug.
"Oh thank goodness you're okay, little wolf! I was so worried!"
Bubba.
Nicky relaxed in her arms, but it was only for a second. She pulled away and that worry quickly turned into anger.
"Where in the hell were you, young man?! You had me so worried, I was about to call the police!", she said. Nicky looked down at his shoes, ashamed of himself. "I'm sorry, Bubba. I was just hanging out with my friends and...I guess we didn't know it was going to rain tonight."
Bubba sighed, pushing Nicky upstairs. "Just go upstairs and clean yourself up. I won't tell your parents about tonight, just don't ever scare me like that again.", she said.
Nicky was surprised, but he did as she said.
It was the first time where Bubba didn't yell at him for doing something stupid or just push him back outside to teach him a lesson about wandering. It was the first time where she'd just been...worried.
It kind of made Nicky feel relaxed.
The rest of the night, he just took a shower, changed his clothes and went to bed.
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