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greatkittydream · 5 months ago

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The dragons horde

Yang pov

I was hanging out with rubs today. Normally, I would let her do he own thing, but she was hanging out the monster to day and I won't let her get hurt.

yang knows jaune was a good guy, but he is still a dangerous being. Excluding The fucked up childhood he has extremely strong necromancy That he has little to no control over. If he accidentally hurt Ruby, she would never forgive herself.

Walking down the street with rubs to the meeting spot, she sees him. Jeans and a white t shirt.

"YO VOMET BOY"

"JAUNE"

The sisters have their own greetings yang with a quick wave of the hand, And ruby with a full-on sprint hug tackling jaune to the floor.

Yang couldn't help but laugh at this. jaune protested this assault on his personal space.

"So What did you guys have planned today."

"We were planning ahead to the comic bookstore and then the gun range for ruby."

"And a steak dinner."

"cool minded if I join I need to get my gantlets fixed and a nice stack sounds nice"

"sure I don't see why not, although we weren't planning to go out for food I don't know where Ruby got that from"

"because I'm hungry" tail going back and forth a mile a minute.

“Try not to bankrupt vomit boy over here the only thing you can eat more of than meat is cookies”

The group started to head towards their first destination being the comic book store Yang never really liked comic books, sure they were cool and all and had some pretty epic fight scenes but she was more of a go do it yourself type of girl. literally in most cases for superpowers and whatnot she can literally fly.

Yang has a Steady eye on the two as they hang out making sure Jaune didn't hurt her sister in any way.

“So yang what was it like growing up with a ruby” Jaune said as Ruby ran off to the cashier to ask questions about the newest comic books or if he had any Mint Condition ones.

“You know normal I guess all was a can be sharing one father but not the same mother” she said with a shrug

“I don't want to sound rude and it's okay not to answer but what's the story behind that” Jaune asked timidly

“na ain't no big deal when my mom and dad were hanging out they just sort of did it and I was born and then Ruby's mom came in and stole his heart” Yang said in a nonchalant manner although Jaune had a feeling there's more to it than just that. or at least that's what his mama and papa said not even death can hold love down.

“So uh vomit boy what was it like growing up in your neck at the woods, I don't want to come off as rude but you kind of had a weird childhood” Yang was going to get any piece of information she could know about the threat before dealing with it.

“Well I grown up in a small village, human. there's not really much else to it I mean there was farming but that was mostly done by the helpers” Jaune said not really sure how to approach that

“Oh vomit Boy comes from a wealthy family to have help” Yang said in a teasing tone.

“I wouldn't call us wealthy, they just sort of help around, don't really talk or do anything else. I remember this one time me and my sister Kept asking them over and over again to help us settle a dispute wouldn't say a word”

“Oh you have siblings that's nice how many brothers and sisters do you have Ruby's the only one I really got”

“Well I have seven sisters” Yang cut him off before he could continue

“Don't your parents have any other thing to do with their free time” said in Horror

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Smokinotter: dragons have one to two kids every 50 years. She has essentially heard his family fuck like rabbits which is very true.

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“What can I say I have a very loving family”

“God's I'm getting pain just thinking about that”

“Is it really that weird I just have a big family”

“I mean it's not but you said you were out in the boonies right that means there was no pain medicine or anything for that, your Mother must be been one tough woman then”

“Yeah she is she's always making sure me and my siblings had everything we would ever want, she always their best raising us and instilling manners and what not”

"that nice" Yang doesn't know why but she feels attacked personally for some reason.

“Oh my God Jaune come see this they have the mint condition x-ray man series on display”

“You've got to be kidding me, those are super rare coming” Jaune ran racing towards where Ruby was sleeping yang slightly more knowledgeable and more personally attacked than she was ready for.

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Next was the gun shop since yang was here she decided to get her gantlets looked maybe get a upgrade or two. Ruby was running around the store like a kid in a candy shop.

Browsing through the different options they had for upgrades, not looking at the price she found one she particularly liked called “Dragon's Breath” it allowed her to channel her Mana into her shotgun shells as they went off making them more powerful.

she grinned showing rows of sharp teeth, till her eyes rolled down to the price tag. Dragons Were inherently greedy if they saw something like they refused to let it go. She liked gold like every Dragon but she also liked motorcycle parts. And when she saw the price for these new gauntlets she about had a heart attack.

“50,000!” She was in shock at such an outrageous price for such mediocre equipment, and it made her even more mad how much she wanted it. With a solemn look she put it back down.

“Is something wrong? I saw you smiling at that thing” Looking over she saw Jaune looking at the upgrades she just put down.

"Yeah. everything's fine, huff” she said in a dejected tone that was wildly expensive even if she used her student credit at the local weapons Smiths and shops that would only cover about half of it. and she'll be damned as she let go of her gold she may only be half dragon but she ain't any less greedy.

Walking away to find her sister, she found Ruby staring at all the new high-impact rifles. various bullets and magazine catalogs up front. her and the store owner at this point are on a first name basis.

“So rubs did you find what you were looking for”

“Yup, did you know that they came out with new Enchanted rounds?!?!” vibrating in place with excitement

“Can't say I did” rubbing the back of her head

“So did you get anything”

“Nope you know i don't need anything to be the badass as I am” Putting on false bravado to hide the disappointment that she by Nature refused to pay for those gauntlets. she hates being a dragon sometimes it's not even like human greed to where it's a strong one it's almost a compulsory need.

______________________________________________________________Smokinotter: Dragon hoards are instinctual ways of showing off one's health and strength to potential mates, it consists of things that are shiny to attract attention and things the particular Dragon likes.

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As Ruby was putting down her collection of magazines and boxes of Enchanted bullets jaune walked up carrying a single item as the two sisters were going to wait outside. When Jaune was done with his purchase he walked outside and handed Yang a paper bag.

“What's this?” she said, examining the bag.

“It's a gift for being one of my first friends, I grew up with Seven Sisters I know that look you gave when you put down the glove thingy”

A shocked look appeared on Yang's face before quickly pulling out what was inside the bag. It was The Gauntlet attachments. A look of shock appeared on her face before confusion then looking straight towards jaune.

“How could you even afford this? never mind that why, I wouldn't really call his friends just acquaintances” Yang was brutally honest not that she didn't appreciate the gift it's just this was awkward to her and to spend such a large amount of money on someone you barely know something was just fishy to her.

“Oh I always thought of us as like second hand friends I guess” Jaune said in a quiet voice

“But that's besides the point I guess, the Headmaster gave me this cool Scythe from the basement earlier. so I didn't really buy anything and well that was my monthly allowance and if I wasn't going to use it I'd rather it not go to waste” Jaune said in a bashful tone. Yang was shocked for her part, he got double the normal monthly allowance?! something wasn't adding up here. But she put that to the back of her mind he bought her a gift the least she could do is pay for his dinner.

“Well thanks I guess. not that I need it or anything. I know a pretty good steak and shake place around here follow me” Yang said trying to save face in front of a potentially new friend and sister.

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"Here we are" Yang said, shaking her hands in front of the 2. The Dragon scale cook out. It's gimmick is that it uses dragon born fire breath to cook its food.

Don't actual dragons, none of them would lower themselves except maybe yang. And that's because she likes free food.

Walking inside being led by Yang They walked into an old timey parlor with checker boarded flooring and 60's booths. Walking down to a seat near the window, motioning her sister and jaune over.

"So this place is something you like, I thought you wouldn't appreciate the dragon theam" Jaune said and I confused voice.

"Oh, don't get me wrong, lots of dragons don't like this place. This place has ben burned down a few times. But I love it." Yang said, smiling and drolling at the thought of a food coming their way.

As they were having their conversation a Dragonborn waiter approached them. Dragonborn look like lizardmen the only defining feature that separates them from lizard men is the ability to use breath attacks. they take pride in their dragon Heritage which is questionably in existence.

“Hi I'm aqua and I will be your waiter for today, is there anything I can get you” The Dragonborn said in a polite tone

“Steak super duper rare please, oh and cookies lots of cookies”

“I'll take a hamburger steak and some fries”

“Something cheap will be fine”

“Oh no no no vomit boy you're getting something worthwhile to eat, my treat”

“I-It's really fine I'm not really that hungry anyways, Besides I don't really like it when people spend money on me”

“And yet you're perfectly fine dropping your entire month's allowance on someone else. please don't make me feel like an asshole just take it”

“I guess I'll just have a hamburger with bacon then, please and thank you”

"That's a wonderful Choice thank you for your Patronage has always miss yang” The Dragonborn said with a cherry Delight in his voice. Before turning to Jonah with a dirty look in his eye and simply walking off.

“Hey do you have a problem with my underling” Ruby said picking up on the body language way before anyone else could.

“No I just don't see why you would bring an animal among other guests. And frankly you should have higher standards for underlings”

“Well fuck you too then” Ruby said with a snarl as claws began to elongate and fangs began to sharpen in her mouth.

“Hey it's fine if I'm not welcome here I can just go” Jaune said not liking the conflict that was happening.

“huh an animal that knows it's place the more you know”

“okay you need to shut up, Jaune here is a good friend of mine and I appreciate it if you stop that” Yang said with a furiousness in her voice.

“well of course then Dragonkin” the dragons born said with a suck up tone.

As things calmed down and they waited for their food to arrive first came yangs then Ruby's then 30 minutes went by. Jaune makes excuses for the kitchen staff for an hour. By this point Yang is fed up and drags Jonah to the front of the cashier table despite him insisting that it's fine.

“You're not talking your way out of this one vomit boy not only did we pay for your meal after they were assholes, but they refuse to serve you” Yang said with anger dripping in her voice

“Really it's fine I wasn't welcomed here to begin with I'll just make something at home”

When they reach the front they noticed the Dragonborn

“Hey fuck face why hasn't he got his food yet” Yang said grinding her teeth

“Must have slipped my mind to put it in. If we look at your receipt you'll notice you weren't charged for his meal” the Dragonborn said in a calmed home with a malicious smile on his face.

“Do you think this is cute do you think this is fucking funny, the hell is your problem you're going to refuse some service just because he's human”

“I'm sorry but it's against company policy too feed animals, I will be doing a poor job if I allow that to happen” smugness dipping from his voice

“We should just go it'll be alright yang, thanks for trying though”Jaune said in a defeated voice he was used to not being liked by those outside his village.

Yang was about to complain some more until she got a malicious idea and with a smile on her face “you know what it is all right, come on let's go”

She said while dragging Jaune out of the store Ruby had long since left to take her stuff back home. Yang promised she'd keep going all right. When they were exiting the store Yang distracted Jonah by pointing him towards a cool looking Firebird up in the sky. It was mating season and they were doing their beautiful dances releasing torrents of multicolored Flame.

As she threw a fireball through the door into the back of the kitchen which set the restaurant on fire. If they were going to play hardball with a dragon they didn't deserve a store.

“Huff, Jaune, I'm sorry I took you there. Maybe we can do this again some other time to make it up. I didn't realize they were racist assholes” Yang said, rubbing her arm apologetically.

“It's fine I didn't really want to eat out anyways too greasy for my taste”

“Good so maybe see you sometime around this weekend”

“sounds good to me” with a soft smile they both left back to Beacon.

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Ruby was humming to herself and her dorm room with her two other teammates, many would call her stupid or aloof and in her humble opinion they're dead wrong. she had set out a cunning plan she knew Yang didn't trust her best buddy. so she figured the best way to bring them closer together would be to take them to a place where they had no choice but to be close.

Yang tagging along of her own free will was all part of her master plan. she was going to leave them at the dinner together although the long wait time gave her the perfect excuse. quietly humming that a plan all came together she noticed Weiss looking at her.

"What"

“What are you so happy about you're even more insufferable than usual”

“My master plan is coming together and soon my sister and best buddy will become best buddies”

“What if this backfires? I've read enough novels to know where this is going” Blake said with her cat ears twitching about. all her fantasy novels and fanfics she's read. and her opinion fiction mirrors reality, and although some of the tropes are outlandish, they are based in reality.

“Nah what could go wrong” Ruby said in her nonchalant manner with all the confidence in the world.

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4 days after the Hang out session ying have been spending more time with jaune finding she actually enjoyed his company. The fact that he found her puns funny, Though by his own omission, he've never really seen a comedy and finds anything she does funny. But still.

She found herself staring at jonam while they were in the midull of professor port selecture.

"Andthat class is when the usra my whole arm. Luckily for me. This gave me the perfect opportunity to choke it from within the basterd. I thought I could not still control it."

The class professor bellowed. As outlandish , as the professor was with his storytelling , this one may have been true in her opinion. He was a Frankenstein. They had a tendency to still control their limbs after they were gone.

Looking back at jaune as he was enamored by Professor Port's story Even writing down some notable bits. Since he was studying necromancy magic, it made sense. Only for her to use magic in her eyes to look a bit closer and realized he was writing down his story rather than anything of importance to his field of magic.

Another thing she found Herself liking about him. He was innocently gullible.

RING RING RING

"It would appear were out of time for today's lecture. Be sure to study what we went over in class. grimm anatomy is very important"

Standing up and making her way over to jaune She noticed penny was talking to him. Is an instinctual part of her brain didn't like this something wrilled up jealousy within her. But she put it down journal was his own person and he could talk to whoever he wanted.

"Hey, vomit boy. How about we head out to the arcade today since yesterday we went to the bowling alley" Courtesy of her rather large horde of gold. For some reason It was easier. Spinning it on him, then was on herself.

"Sorry yang, I already promised Penny here that we'd spend some more time together.So I wish you could figure out how to be more life like"

That's cool. That's fine. He's his own person. He's allowed to not spend time with me

"Salutations friend yang"

Was penny's voice always so annoying and grating. Yang found herself becoming unreasonably jealous.

#rwby #jaune arc #rwby au #supernatural superschool au #ruby rose #yang xiao long #monster school au #dragonslayer

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swiftieblyth · 8 months ago

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Y/N Hopper: Prologue

warnings- Stranger Things, Papa, Hawkins Lap, King!Steve, Hopper, dead sister, divorced parents, grieving, loss, powers

Let me know if I'm missing anything, I'm drawing a blank:(

Word count- 682

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1972

“Hey!” A six year old girl called, walking into her friend's backyard.

“Y/N/N-bear? What are you doing?” A six year old boy asked, sitting with his feet in the pool.

“Are your parents home?” The girl asked, sitting down next to him.

“No. You wanna hang out?”

“Steve, I gotta tell you something.”

“What is it?” Steve asked.

“I’m moving.”

“What? To where?”

“New York City.”

“Why?”

“I don’t know. My dad says it will be good for us. But he said he would help me write to you.”

“So we can still be best friends?”

“Always.” The girl smiled, splashing him with water.

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1978

“It’s troll’s favorite food!” A big man yelled, running after a seven year old girl with two small pigtails, as a lady and the now twelve year old girl. “Princess!”

“No, Daddy!” The girl yelled, laughing. “No, Daddy!”

“Roasted princess,” the man called, as he lifted her up into the air. “With paprika and gravy!”

“No! No, Daddy. No, Daddy.”

The little girl stopped laughing and started breathing heavily. The family crowded around, worried. “Whoa, hey!” The man let out. “Hey. You alright?”

“Mom, what’s going on?” The twelve year old asked, grabbing her mothers hand.

“I don’t know Y/N.”

“Jim, what’s going on?” The lady asked. “What happening? What happened?”

“I don’t know.” The man responded. “I don’t know.” The man put her down as she started looking around. “Hey, you alright? Whoa, whoa, whoa. Relax, relax. Honey, honey. Honey, just breath. Breathe, breathe, breathe. In and out. Slow, slow, slow. In and out with me. In…and out.”

“I asked Mrs. Spencer what made the red and she said she didn’t know.” The man read, reading a book to his family, laying next to his youngest daughter in a hospital bed. “And for pity’s sake not to ask her any more questions. She said I must have asked her a thousand already. I suppose I had, too, but how are you gonna find things out if you don’t ask questions? And what does make roads red? ‘Well, I don’t know,’ said Matthew. It just makes me feel glad to be alive…it’s such an interesting world.”

“No!” A girl cried, grabbing a big man’s hand. “I wanna go with you!”

“Y/N/N, what about your mom?” The man asked, getting on his knees to be eye level with the twelve year old girl. “She can’t lose another kid.”

“No! I wanna go with you! She doesn’t care, she only cares about her new boyfriend that doesn’t remind her of Sara!”

“Hey, don’t say that.” The man said, wiping a tear from the girl's face.

“Daddy please? I wanna go with you! I wanna go back to Hawkins! I wanna see Steve again!”

“I know. I know.”

“Please, don’t make me stay with her! Don’t make me stay with him!”

“I’ll see what I can do.”

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The girl pounded on the door to a house as a twelve year old boy opened the door.

“Steve?” The girl asked, tears in her eyes.

“Y/N/N-bear?”

“Steve,” the girl let out, hugging him tight. “I missed you so much!”

“Y/N, what are you doing here?” Steve asked, pulling away to see tears in her eyes and on her face.

“Steve, my dad and I moved back. Sara died, and uh�� my parents got a divorce. I was able to come back with him. He’s at work now, but I just didn’t want to be alone.”

“Y/N/N, I’m home!” The man in his police chief uniform called walking into his house one night. “Y/N? Y/N, where are you?” He asked, looking around, looking for his daughter.

“And she’s not with you?” The man asked on the phone the next day.

“No. Why would she be with me? Are you sure she didn’t just spend the night at a friends?”

“Yes, I’m sure. I went home last and she wasn’t there. There was no sign of her, no note, no nothing! It’s not like her to just run away like that.”

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seas-of-silver · 1 year ago

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Did the doctor say "triplets"?!🤭

‘Did the doctor say "triplets"?!’ Rose burst excitedly as Adrien and Marinette walked through the door of Alya and Nino’s home for their monthly Akuma Class (and friends) game day. ‘Oh, please let it be triplets!’

‘Wha-’ Marinette began.

‘No, I’m sure it’s twins,’ Mylène cut in, just as animatedly as Rose was.

‘Guys, it could be a single child,’ said Marc calmly.

‘Or quadruplets,’ Nathaniel suggested teasingly, earning him a playful elbow from Marc and a squeal of delight from the girls.

‘The real question is whether it’s a boy or a girl,’ interjected Kim.

‘And if there’s more than one, how many of which gender!’ added Ivan, looking over his shoulder. ‘Max?’

Max was sitting at the kitchen counter, paper everywhere, pen scribbling, and tapping away at the calculator. ‘Hang on. I’m almost done my calculations - Markov’s just getting me more information on their genetic history.’

‘How-’ Adrien started.

‘What about you, Alix?’ Luka prompted.

‘Hey, don’t look at me,’ Alix replied, holding her hands up by her head. ‘Even if I do know, I can’t tell you.’

Everyone grumbled at that.

‘Guys, what’s going on?’ Adrien asked, finally getting their friends’ attention.

‘We are speculating on the quantity and gender of yours and Marinette’s unborn child/children,’ Kagami informed them.

‘Right… and why now?’ questioned Marinette.

‘Because you two went to the doctors,’ answered Félix, as if that explained everything.

Marinette frowned and folded her arms. ‘And how did you find out we were at the doctors?’

Their friends went silent, but their eyes flickered, glanced, or even outright stared at Nino, who looked everywhere except at his best friends.

‘Seriously, Nino?’

Nino winced at Marinette’s unimpressed tone.

‘All I said was that you guys would be late because you had an appointment before coming over!’ he defended.

Marinette turned her gaze to Alya, who nodded.

‘It’s true,’ Alya confirmed. ‘They just took it and ran with it.’

‘But how could we not?’ piped up Socqueline. ‘We had our catch-up brunch pushed back to a late lunch because you weren’t feeling well, and when we did meet, you hardly touched the cold meats and cheeses like you normally would!’

‘Couldn’t that just be because she still wasn’t feeling well?’ Juleka muttered.

‘And Adrien has been super protective over you for the last few months,’ Zoe stated.

‘But isn’t that because of the threats she was getting from that competing designer from the competition held earlier this week?’ Sabrina asked curiously.

‘Geez, who’s side are you two on?’ Rose huffed petulantly at Juleka and Sabrina; the two merely shrugging in response.

‘Let’s just calm down, okay? We’ll tell you what happened,’ Adrien soothed, sharing a look with Marinette, and everyone settled down - even Max stopped his calculating and Markov stuck his head out of the study to listen in.

‘We went to the optometrist,’ Marinette began, and she could already see interest drop, ‘because Adrien wanted to make sure he wouldn’t need glasses like Gabriel did-‘

‘Booooooo! Gabriellll!’ came the predictable jeers from their friends. Ever since the truth was revealed about Adrien’s father, all their friends rallied around him in support, offering food, shelter and safe spaces for Adrien to find comfort in, which meant a lot to him.

‘-and we found out that Adrien’s vision is perfectly fine!’

Mutterings of how that was good news filled the room, but it was clearly not the content they were hoping for.

‘So that’s where we were this morning,’ Adrien said to their despondent crowd. ‘Oh, and we also visited Maman and Papa at the bakery to pick up the pastries for our meet-up, and to tell them they’ll be grandparents to a little boy in six months time.’

Marinette watched as their friends’ eyes widened when their words sunk in, and covered her ears and laughed at the chaos and screams of joy that exploded from their friends.

~/~

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normal-internet-user · 1 year ago

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As promised, pumpkin pie! (/p) Here's my two cents for our favorite kiddo reader. The heir of Apocalypse!Peepaw Leo. The edgelord (and rightfully so!) turned dork nugget and their kooky adventures because I say so >:3

– ˚ ༘ ೀ⋆��˚ Adopted Reader Fluff!!! My serve!! (probs a smidgen of angst bc this one specific scenario has been rotating in my head & i definitely meant to include it in the headcanons last night but, as previously mentioned, my eyes felt like they were gonna fall out 🥴) ˚ ༘ ೀ⋆｡˚

p.s , I am also listening to the Goofy Movie soundtrack, specifically Stand Out + I 2 I which are my faves!!! Tevin Campbell did not have to go that hard. Highly recommend.

💌🧚‍♀️💗🌨🥡🍥

Even More Reader Post-Movie Headcanons!

-ˋˏ✄┈┈┈┈

Okay so

I really wanna start out with the scenario that I am positively aching to show you bc I really wanna know what you think, ANDDD I think it weaves in so well with the repairing (or rather, building) of Reader and Leo’s relationship in this timeline!

But, we’ll get there. 😉

After the events of the movie, everything is still raw. Not only are we recovering from a literal war, but all the issues that come with coping with a timeline that we aren’t used to – a timeline we’ve only heard nostalgic regalings of from Papa, lullabies and tall tales and stories meant to keep up some sort of hope and light in the midst of the darkness they lived in day by day, as well as in the mystic projections of Uncle Michelangelo

. . . but now?

Seeing it in all its prime and modern-day glory?

It’s so, so beautiful.

Reader can’t and would never deny that.

It’s vibrant. It’s colorful. It’s free. It’s such a far cry from the blood-red skies and dilapidated wastelands they grew up with. The ruins were their "sunny skies and rolling fields" so to speak.

Now that they are here. In the flesh?

It’s. A lot to handle.

Reader is wrecked, for sure.

Casey is too! He’s just better at handling– hiding? Coping.

He’s more open and excited and gentle and polite and cheerful and.

We learn a lot from him as time goes on.

#caseythenationaltreasure

I like to imagine that Casey is a really big help in Reader’s journey to peace; not only within and with themself, but with the people around them too.

Eventually,

Sure, it’s still a bit awkward with everyone; you guys are kids from the future stuck in a different timeline - with the people who raised you and they're the same age as y'all! What more could you DO to them? (/lh)

Ah. But they’ve got their family. and it’s no joke that they’re a big help!!

Mikey is in his Prime as Doctor Feelings and scheduled regular sessions with Reader bc his EQ is very sharp, as we all know, and he notices just how bad Reader wants to come to terms with everything, and he wants to help. He does help. A lot.

Donnie is ever the 'tism with the emotional constipation (/aff) but he helps and provides in his own little special Donnie ways!

Even if he may not outright say it all the time, he cares and loves his family so so much and he'd do anything for them.

He sets Reader up with some fun and unique techno-cool gifts that help them with things they don't speak up about;

– – like upgrading their mask to have a panoramic-projection so they can put a whole visual to the audio recordings and playbacks stashed in the device memory (only if they want tho! he won't touch it otherwise :'3)

He pretends like he's not hanging on to Reader's every little word when they do engage in casual conversation [which becomes more and more frequent as time goes by!] under the guise of typing on his phone or smth,

and takes those tidbits to create something so heartwarmingly thoughtful and faceted that we may as well just take a big ole stamp that says "You're Not Fooling Anyone With That Bad Boy Persona" and bash it on that forehead of his. JSJSJ (lovingly ofc :*)

Speaking of panorama-projectors, I can see him making it to interchangeable sceneries!

I'm talking about galaxies and solar systems (feeds into Reader's crow tendencies *sniff sniff* soooo many shiny thingssss)

Deep-sea oceans like Ariel's cove-esque or Pandora's sea settings from Avatar

Or even peaceful golden hills and orchards, just them and the big blue sky, the sound of the breeze dancing and larks singing in their ears.

... whatever they want, Don makes it happen.

He definitely takes Mikey's artsy avenues and teams up with him so they can surprise the Future Kids together!

– – 🩵🩶 Casey and Reader fall asleep curled up together in a pillow fort with the projector playing, and it's the best sleep they've gotten since the sleepovers with their Papa.

made myself cry thinkin' that up *sobs*

And isn't Uncle / Big Bro Raphie such a sweetheart during it all? He's the rock of the family, but he's learning to let the family in a lot more. He's learning to not be so "overbearing", especially with his Protective Instincts flying off the handle since the battle. Sure he can be heavy-handed, but he just wants to keep his family safe. And he always has! He always will. He heals to a comfortable place with time, and while he'll always be everyone's rock, you all are there for him too.

Family is stronger together, and-

You all reassure him of that.

In quiet moments, rare moments when it's just him and Reader – they tell him just that. Their hand is comically small on his forearm, but their eyes are earnest; they stare up at him with a sparkle of admiration. They'd only heard stories regaled fondly by their surviving family members, often accompanied them when they visited his shell on the wall lit by candles.

– meeting their uncle, so young but endlessly strong, is a fickle kind of honor. But still an honor.

(and Raphie may or may not have cried whenever Reader gets him right in the feels hurk-)

Reader and Casey get spoiled rotten (i.e: given the basic necessities to which they did not have access to in their timeline sjjsshahahd) by their family nonetheless!!

UGhhghghh imagine it with me, Normie!

Bubble baths! Warm, cozy clothes! Books that weren't rotting, charred, or furled at the edges! Taking them to comic book stores! Convenience stores! The park! The WATERPARK! The mall!! Introducing them to music and headphones/earbuds to match! Conventions and cons! Amusement parks! Ice cream parlors! Casual strolls throughout New York and doing all these things!

Oh and don't get me started on the adventures they get into in The Hidden City!! :DDD

....

seriously, don't–

foreshadowing -thickens-

*ahem*

In all honesty, the whole clan becomes clingy with each other post-Invasion. That goes w/o saying.

Even Case and Reader, despite the initial tension, have little to no qualms with being pulled into Turtle Piles, nor all the casual affection that comes with healing and growing together!!

It's odd but sweet :')

—Casey and Reader eventually grow out of always seeing the guys as uncles/aunties/parental figures (save for Splints + Draxy + etc.), it becomes more sibling-like in a way!

But they'll always be just as close.

They were just that in their timeline.

But that timeline is lost.

And scary as it may be, they're building themselves a new life. A better life. It's what Papa would have wanted.

So. Why not do just that? :')

>> fam that gets traumatized together STAYS together (/gen)😤

Tragedy brings them closer in ways they didn't think it would.

the awkwardness between reader & leo melts into something more mellow, and we owe a big part of that to Casey!

He's their bridge. Seeing as he's closer to Leo at the given time, he hangs out with his sibbie and Leo at the same time so that they can hang together too. >:3c

Such a genius boy ueueu.

— and before they know it, Reader and Lee-Lee are actually bonding really well. It takes time, and there are withdrawals and setbacks along the way, but it is those obstacles that pave the way for something strong. Something true, honorable, pure, and real.

The reader knows — you know, glory do you know ... that this may not be your Papa.

But maybe...

Maybe that's okay.

You had him. You had Casey. You had your family, the ones once lost to fates beyond your control, and now here you were.

You had all won.

And if that in of itself wasn't something to celebrate with every breath you took,

—you would have given up on that war all that time ago.

Reader and Leo come to a mutual ground with one another.

Let's come to a place where they're more than civil with each other; Leo adores casual affection, and Reader does too— they just weren't willing to give way for such in the beginning.

But it's not unusual to see Leo and them curled up next to each other. Most of the time, Casey's with them too! But in the rare times he isn't, Reader and Leo are comfortable and just doing their own thing.

Like they'll be reading a book, or playing on a handheld device (game, Switch, phone, etc. they're amazed by present-day technology) and Lee's got a comic book,

or he's resting his head close to theirs while he guides them through what they may be doing on their fun little screen.

Leo finds a comfort in you, and you find a comfort in him— once you both let each other in.

All the time it took was worth it :')

I can see them being the most annoyingly caustic yet affectionate besties SNSNJJSJSJ biiig "only I get to make fun of them >:(" energy

or a complete opposite:

once we get past all the vitriol, they're so soft for each other hhhh-

Like Reader becomes fairly protective over him; handles him gently with small smiles and murmured words, helps him out and gives the best muscle massages or is quick to redress and assist when he's smarting from his wounds, knows him well enough to comfort him through panic attacks, indulges in his stupid jokes and puns bc he raised them, hello.

They bounce off each other for hours—

the rest of the guys have resorted to begging, multiple times jsjsj.

and Leo, by this time he knows how much Reader meant- means to him, but he doesn't try to take their Papa's place; he's not scared of them, he does learn to love them /p, and tries to translate that in the most respectful yet straightforward way possible,

and that helped their growing relationship a lot!

He rough-houses (gently) and spars with them, teases them just enough to see their flustered expression, annoys them affectionately — but is the first to come to their defense when someone else gets too cozy.

A lot like a best friend or a sibling.

... He also cuddles and slings his arm around their shoulders and gives the best bear hugs (when they want/need). He reads to them- either one of his comics or one of their acquired books- when they can't sleep or just needs something to hear other than the overbearing voices in their head. He always eats with them, introducing them to new foods he thinks they'd like and giving them the bigger portion (when they get used to stomaching it ofc). Holds their hand. Protects them from the small things and encourages them with the big things, because he knows they can handle it and they just need that little nudge. And to know that someone is right behind them the whole time.

All that good stuff.

(and Casey is so jazzed two of his favorite people are getting along so well aaaa!!)

—hey or maybe it's a healthy mix of both!! ♡₊˚ yeahhhhh.

big BIG ride-or-die energy. I like to imagine that (ㅠ﹏ㅠ)

At the end of the day, they'd die for each other all over again. It gets to THAT point.

Both figuratively and literally.

One milestone in their bond took place and in a way nobody really saw coming—

They were in the Hidden City, stopping by Señor Hueso's for some good grub,

but Leo's leg was pinching a bit more today, and Reader felt a migraine coming on; they wanted to get back home for Mikey's Miracle Migraine Tea, maybe a scalp massage if they pulled the puppy eyes the aforementioned taught them in the future (they don't need to. he'd do it at the drop of a hat. they just like to be eggstra 💅🏼),

so they're both kinda rushing this little outing. Reader's a touch grouchy and their notorious RBF makes a whole comeback, but Leo knows them well enough to know it's not directed at him. He feels for ya, and he sticks close as you both wait for your pickup order to come through.

Then, out of nowhere, some gigantuan yokai comes skulking over.

Reader notices immediately, having folded to lay their head on the cool countertop at the pickup counter; Leo was rubbing up and down their back in comforting circles, smiling down at them with warm, sympathetic eyes as he tries to distract them from their discomfort. He was too focused on them to notice.

and when they spot the glint in the yokai's eyes, they can practically smell the sinister intention as they stride over to them. They're looking for something they had no business to.

Reader tenses, hackles raised and fingers twitching where they gripped the forearms of their hoodie, and their eyes gleam as they peek out from under their hood.

Leo, who thinks they're about to be sick, frets and gently maneuvers them to sit on a nearby stool; he doesn't see the yokai until he's being clapped on the shoulder - the one that's sore, conveniently so - and nearly jumps out of his skin when he whirls on them.

This yokai - stocky, menacing, and a sadistic air about them, simply chuckles and cocks their head at the duo. They're wearing a server's uniform. Reader and Leo both realize it at once-- Reader with dread and Leo with (miscalculated) relief: they're an employee.

Anyways, Leo is put-off by this sudden intrusion of personal space and onslaught of bad vibes, but he's the Face Man and naturally a people person, so he greets them casually and asks if he can help them.

Alongside the incessant ringing in their ears that's their warning before disaster, alarm bells started going off in their head.

They can't really discern what Leo and this bum are saying at this point - everything was fuzzy and garbled like they were underwater; even from their vulnerability sprawled out over the countertop, Reader can tell from their body language that the convo is going in a very wrong direction,

especially when Leo is suddenly shoved back- too hard- and lands in a graceless heap on the floor behind them.

Your mind goes blank. A mindset that was wired into your being from birth – one you haven't had to enter for a while – burns your mind and chest and the alarm bells are deafening, even more so than the sudden uproar of commotion happening vaguely around you.

You're not focused on them. You become laser-focused on the yokai behind you, and between one breath and the next, you're out of your seat and tackling the yokai with a snarl, and you're beating the ever-loving spirits out of them.

You don't stop. You grab at fur and a muzzle, probably a tusk, but you don't care. You don't care, you don't care, you don't care–

– – you're relentless.

All that was in your head was blaring red letters: Protect. Family. Leo. Hurt. Still recovering. Threat. Protect.

Strike.

White-hot rage is pumping through your veins and powering your every strike.

You have them by the nape and slam the yokai's face into the ground muzzle/snout-first; you throw punch after elbow after backhand after punch, even as you feel bone and tendon cracking rather explicitly beneath your knuckles,

and when you're kicked off, rather weakly all things considered–

it doesn't deter you at all.

You use the airborne energy to bounce right back off the countertop (it would ache and bruise like heck later),

rip the stool that you were occupying just moments earlier, clean off its hinges,

and start wailing in on the no-good lowlife bully that thought it beneficial to try your brother.

–– it doesn't stop until the very seat of the stool cracks to shrapnel, the center rolling away like a hubcap, and you're gripping the bar in your hands, heaving like you just ran a marathon.

When the yokai unfolds their arms from shielding their head to peek at you, scrambling to stand, shaking and wide-eyed, your gaze is ferocious.

The skeleton of the once-seat in your hand gets thrown right at their face with a ridiculous strength, and if their muzzle/snout wasn't broken before, it was shattered now.

The yokai shrieks in pain and goes right back down as red iron seeps from their nose, mouth, through their fingers, writhing on the floor-

and you stomp forwards, plant your foot steady in the center of their chest, and press in close until you can see their pupils trembling; that's when you finally speak your first words of the evening:

"Don't you ever come near my brother again. If I see your sorry shank even breathe in his general direction? That stool? The end will find itself shoved right up your pathetic excuse of a voice box. You'd like that, yeah?"

Terrified head shakes and an even more terrified wheeze in response,

"You listen and you listen real good, geezer. I will find you, and a simple warning like this will be the least of your troubles. A warning in which I'm letting you off with, seeing as you're clearly mistaken in your endeavors. Even think of touching Leo, and you deal with this except a thousand times over. It won't be just me. Okay?"

your poorly concealed sadism makes a minor appearance in the sudden change of pitch in your voice and the smarmy grin that stretches your dry lips as you quirk your head and eyebrows in question; when the yokai does nothing but give an immediate jerky nod, you gently pat the side of their face, satisfied.

–which was a lull into a false sense of security, because you shifted your entire body weight and last bit of strength to shove their face back down as you stood up, ignoring their yowl of agony as you did so.

meanwhile everyone in the restaurant be like:🧍

when you came to, everything crashed into you at once: nausea rolled in violent waves in your stomach, the migraine came thrumming full-force, and your ribs creaked as you stumbled over to a shellshocked Leo.

You pulled him up on shaky legs, but much like every patron in the joint, his eyes were trained on the yokai you just obliterated, still writhing on the ground.

Eventually, Senor comes rushing out and, taking in the damage of the scene, demands an explanation. Reader is all-too glad to give it to him, eyes glazed over and voice a lot more calmer than the actual predator they previously were

But once they do, his eyes look over both of them and soften, especially when he takes in how Leo is visibly shaking and Readie looks like they're milliseconds away from passing out.

They get out of there, food in tow, Leo still extremely shell-shocked and Reader worse for wear at what just transpired.

Blue barely manages a portal home- but they do, and when they're safe in the familiarity of the Lair, they both metaphorically collapse.

The night ends with the perturbed fretting of the Clan, but it all boils down to one thing for sure.

Leo has Reader's hand in his, Reader is gripping with the same intensity, and they refuse to be separated for the next few days thereafter.

Anata wa hitori janai.

That is the Hamato way.

oh and that employee never showed up to the restaurant again :D sorry not sorry for using them as collateral for my bebes

more tidbits that came to mind when typing that storm up:

reader's a bad mofo . didn't ya know they were the scourge of the apocalypse? they were clandestinely feared by the kraang. leo kept them under wraps bc he knew how powerful they were. (/j) reader: they protecc, they attacc, but most of all, they gone need ice for they bacc SNRRRTTT

☁️🖇️🥛

HOOOWEEEEE, THAT'LL DO IT– ˚ ༘`✦ ˑ ִֶ 𓂃⊹ I hope you do read all this, sugarcube!! I got kind of carried away, ahaha ^^;; I'm sowwwyyyy!~ But i AM excited to hear your thoughts, whenever that may be! <333

I'm mostly glad I finally got the well-awaited scenario in there!! Basically, Leo has a no-no moment with some lowkey bully and Reader completely overcompensates, even thought they're BOTH still tender from war, yet they go batty-bonkers over his oppression! >:( Don't touch their family!!! The scenario was inspired by a ficlet I read a while ago with Leo in the same situation, but Reader was in Donnie's place :''))) I'll have to find it for ya if you haven't read it yet-

aaa after this, i think i can chill without so much heaviness!! i need to indulge in some crack! some fluff! somethin' now that we've explored the reader and leo's dynamic!! they're the sillies ever and we need more!!

muwah! Hasta la vista, baeby! I'll be back!~ /p

Aaaa goodnight now XD! (ෆ˙ᵕ˙ෆ)♡ Love ya loads, toots!! Enjoy the nomz, haha!🍓❣🍰💌🧸

Ok. First of all, and most importantly, I FREAKIN LOVE THE GOOFY MOVIE IT'S LITERALLY ONE OF MY FAVS EVER- AFTER TODAY IS MY FUCKING JAM-

ALSO ON THE OPEN ROAD??? HEHEH

Ahem.

Now that that's out of my system, let the headcanons begin...

READER'S HEALING PROCESS POST-MOVIE

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Post-movie, after everything calms down, and everyone's just trying to heal,

You definitly open up a bit more.

You'll apologize to everyone for how you acted before,

For being so hostile towards them.

Casey will 100% nudge Leo and you into hanging out together.

It was hard to do since you avoided Leo like the plauge, and he kinda thought you hated him or something.

Casey manages to kill the awkwardness, and now you and Leo go EVERYWHERE together.

Besties for realzies.

Donnie will try to be subtle with his gifting,

Spoiler: he isn't.

Most of the time he'll just leave whatever it is on Reader's bed for them to find with a small note.

He's dissmissive when you thank him too,

"Don't worry about." "It's no big deal."

The projector is now your most prized possesion aside from your mask.

I feel like you always had trouble sleeping in the dark,

In the future it would have been hard to have any kind of nightlight.

Limited resources and all.

So Uncle Michelangelo would fill your and Casey's room with little glowing lights.

Think Gaurdians of The Galaxy when Groot saves everyone, the little balls of light?

So thats what you usually project into the room.

And obviously you and Casey will have the occasional stargazing night.

Meeting Raph for you was pretty much the equivilent of Casey fan-girling over Leonardo.

The stories Papa told you about him made Raph sound like some kind of super hero.

So when you met him, you had to physically try to keep your rbf on, and not freak out.

You think he's so freakin' cool-

Omg if you show even the slightest signs of discomfort or sadness Mikey is on that crap.

Here comes Dr. Feelings, tell him what's wrong.

No family of his is going to be sad for long.

He'll 100% do his best to make you and Casey feel more at home in your new timeline.

Sometimes you'll turn the tables and now you're Dr. Feelings.

He doesn't like it, but he knows mental health is important, so he deals and ya'll have therapy sessions with eachother.

You not so subtly try to spend lots of time with Splinter as well.

You didn't have very much time with your Grandpa before the end of the world took him as well,

But now he's here, and you can tell that he did not change one bit with time.

His younger counter-part is exactly the same as the one you knew in the future.

You do the same thing with Draxxum as well and omfg he is so weirded out.

Like, why does this teenager want to willingly spend time with me? Did Mikey put you up to this? WHAT IS GOING ON-

But nope.

You just missed your weird alchemist Gramps.

April takes you for walks around the city, kinda showing you and Casey what it looks like when it isn't in complete ruins.

She shows you all the cool things it has to offer, and you even come back to the Lair with some shiny things you find on the ground!

You lost your old collection when you left your old timeline, so now you have to start your hoard all over :(

It's ok though, people drop tons of shiny things down water ways and sewer drains.

You and Leo will wander around the tunnels and look for your shinies.

It's a bonding experience, and he teases you about it.

Great gallileo the back and forths between you are so horrible.

They last almost all day, and when ever one of you starts one evryone groans out loud.

The only two people who can get you two to drop it and leave eachother alone are Casey and Raph, but Casey rarely does anything to stop it-

Once you and Leo get close he is such a little terd-

Teasing, and picking and poking.

Big brother energy for realzies.

He'll wake you up by playing California Girls really loud in your ear, and then giggle about it all day, while you try not to strangle him.

If he ever overexerts himself, god help him escape the scolding-

EVERYONE is on his shell about it.

But ESPECIALLY you.

It's even worse when you get upset at him, because after everyome else is done scolding him, they'll move on.

But you? You are so petty about it.

You scold him for hours,

Then you'll just kinda... sit there, silently glaring off into space.

It makes him feel so bad for worrying Reader, that he doesn't overwork himself more than like- five times before guilt makes him just chill tf out and heal.

That scenario you wrote, where Reader absolutely rocks that yokai's shit for messing with Leo?

(Wonderfully written by the way, truely a masterpiece)

First of all total fuck around 'n find out energy.

Second of all, I'm in LOVE with the idea of Reader going absolutely feral on the battle field.

In the future, EVERY fight was life or death, and I think Reader may need to learn that here, in this timeline, not every fight requires you to freakin' wreck the opponent.

Raph kinda has that talk with them after Senor told him how they messed that employee up.

Not every fight requires your 100%.

Then he'll totally congradulate you for destroying that jerk that hurt Leo.

Reader gets a reward cookie.

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Apologies this took so long to answer my dear (/p).

But here it is!! That scenario at Runof The Mill- *chefs kiss*

Beautiful. Amazingly written. I LIVE for feral reader.

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Saying Sorry Part 2 (Steve X You)

Warning: Angst because I live and breathe it to survive. Smut of course <3 These two still bicker but not as aggressively as the last chapter. There's some deep diving into Steves need to impress his papa so trauma for little Steve. His dad is a dick (of course) and does pop him. Reader steps in. Cameo from Andrew again and Steve throughly beating his ass. Um, the rumors are mentioned again about the reader being a slut (which she isn't). I think that all.

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“Oh my god. I’m so excited to see this movie. Aren’t you?!”, Steve glanced at you and noticed your head was hanging. “Y/N? Are you okay? We…we can watch something else if you want.”

“No, no Steve. I want to see it to. I just…” You pouted as you leaned against the wall outside the theater door.

“Hey. You can tell me anything. You know that right?”

Your eyes meet his soft brown ones as you exhale a long sigh. “I feel bad that you had to pay for my ticket.”

“Y/N, honey.” You giggle when he calls you that. He’s never said it before and you can’t help but blush. “I seriously don’t mind. I like hanging out with you and I know things are a little hard for you right now. It’s fine.”

“I don’t want you to think I’m using you or something.”

Steve leans down wrapping his small arms around you. “Even if you were, I wouldn’t care. You’re my best friend. You can use me for anything.” You lightly punch his chest when he coyly wiggles his eyebrows.

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When you woke up the next morning, Steve was already gone.

Jesus Christ, what the fuck did I do? What if tells people? What if he makes the rumors about me worse? What do I even say to him? DO I say anything? Fuck!

That day you wondered the halls like a ghost, hoping to remain invisible. You were completely lost in your brain trying to figure out what yesterday meant if it meant anything at all. You were still so angry with Steve for everything that had happened in your past but you did miss him. He always seemed to hate you now but he followed you around the party and came over the next day to make sure you ok. Steve fucked you like how you imagined he had with every other girl in Hawkins but when you asked him to stay…he did. No sarcasm, no King Steve bullshit… He encircled you in his arms and held you to him like no one or nothing else in the world mattered.

“Fuck! Shit. I’m sorry!” While dealing with your mental crisis, you had accidently run into someone knocking you back slightly. Your breathing stopped when you realized whose hands were trying to steady you.

“Hey, um, no it’s ok.”, Steve immediately dropped his arms to his sides. “Are, uh, are you—”

“Come on, Harrington! Let’s kick some shirtless ass.” Tommy sauntered to his friend, patting him on the back before realizing you were there. “Hey Y/N! How’s my new best friend doing?” He reached out to grab your chin and you angrily slapped it away.

“Don’t touch me.”

“Oh, don’t worry. I’m alright with not. I heard from Andrew you two did enough touching the other night. That’s why Stevie here had to kick you both out of his party.”

Steve’s head aggressively turned towards his friend. Was that the rumor going around? There were people in the room when he threw the boy off you. How could they twist the truth so much and have people believe it? When he turned back to you, your eyes were full of fire.

You scoff as you push them both out of the way and head into the gym.

“Y/N! Y/N, wait.” You heard him trying to get your attention but chose to ignore him as you climbed the bleachers and took a seat, throwing your bag to the side. “Y/N, I…I seriously had no idea he was saying things like that.”

“Who cares? Definitely not you if you aren’t going to tell douchebags like Tommy the truth. Go ahead, may as well put a spin on your own rumor.”

His eyes narrowed as he glared at you. “I would never do that.”

“Lucky me then, huh? It’s ok for you to encourage them but at least you don’t spread them. No, King Steve is a gentleman.”

“Harrington! Can we get fucking started or not?”, the P.E. teacher shouted across the court. He sighed, angerly twisting away from you and heading for his team.

You tried to focus on your notes for your next class but your eyes kept wondering to the men in front of you. Steve was obviously upset as he played and you couldn’t help but feel slightly concerned for him. You had seen that frustrated look in his demeanor many times in the past. Usually when he felt like things were out of his control.

“Steven! Come down here now!”, his dad roared from downstairs.

Twelve-year-old Steve looked over at you as worry flickered across his face for a moment before he smiled. “I’ll be right back, ok?” You nodded before he slid off his bed and exited his room.

His dad voice practically shook the house as he screamed at his son. Carefully, you opened the door and walked down the hallway, leaning over the banister. The boy hung his head as his father paced back and forth.

“What am I going to do with you?! How am I supposed to trust you now?”

“Dad, I swear I didn’t—”

“Don’t give me that excuse again! Whose beer was it then?! You were the only one here yesterday unless you had that girl with you—”

“But I wasn’t here yesterday either! I was with Y/N and her family—”

His father reached out and smacked Steve across the face. “Stop talking back to me! I am your father and I demand respect!”

You didn’t even think twice about your actions as you flew down the stairs and put yourself between them. “No! Leave him alone! He was with me yesterday.”

The sound of their heavy breathing filled the room before his dad pointed his long index finger past you towards his son. “We’ll talk about this more later.” With that, he turned on his heels and stomped towards his office.

Steve roughly grabbed your wrist and tugged you back upstairs. “I said I’d be right back! Why did you do that?! I can handle him!”

“He hurt you…”

“And I can handle it!” He placed his small hands on his hips as he glared at the floor. Suddenly, he slowly felt your arms wrap around his waist.

You softly smiled in his chest as his body gradually released the tension before hugging you tighter to him.

“Steve! Focus! Come on, man.”, one of his teammates hollered at him.

“Andrew! Switch with Tyson.”, the coach instructed and you immediately sat up straighter. You didn’t even notice Andrew was in the gym. He wickedly smiled at Steve as he took off his shirt and threw it to the side.

Steve bounced the ball in front of him before shoving his shoulder against the man’s chest and running around him to make a basket. One of the other players collected it and tossed the ball to Andrew who mockingly bounced it in front of Steve.

“So, Harrington, have you heard any good rumors lately?” He tried to run around him but Steve slid his arm underneath him and took the ball from his grasp. “All that Mr. Chivalry bullshit just for the outcome to be the same.” He laughed as he tried to block him but Steve swished around him, making another basket.

“There we go, Harrington! Good job!”, the coach clapped as someone passed Andrew the ball again.

The boy’s eyes flicked towards you before glaring at Steve. “Should have just let me fuck her. At least her and I both would have gotten something out of it.”

Steve charged at Andrew’s stomach, tackling the boy to the ground as they began delivering blows.

“Harrington!” Tommy and some of the other kids managed to pull them both apart. “Walk it off, man!”

You found him a couple of minutes later, leaning against the wall outside with his hand pressed against his nose. The sound of your sneakers crunching on the ground caused him to snap his head in your direction.

“What?! You come out here to yell at me about defending you or something?! Jesus fucking Christ!” He stood up and angrily began to stalk past you but before he could you wrapped your arms around his waist, leaning your head on his chest. You felt the tension in his body slowly deflate as his hands reached up to hold you closer to him.

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“Ow!”

“Oh, don’t be a baby.”, you roll your eyes as you press the tissue towards his bloody nose. You both were sitting on bench near the gym in the hallway outside of the girl’s locker room. A smile twitches for a moment on his lips as he watches your eyes focus on his face.

“I’m sorry…that I, uh, didn’t correct Tommy. I should have. I will! I promise.”

“Thank you. I really appreciate that.” You tossed the bloody tissue in the trashcan beside you before placing both palms on his cheeks to check his features. “Well, sire, you shouldn’t have any bruising but your face is probably going to be a little sore.”

As you start to drop your hands, he immediately raised his own keeping yours pressed against him. You sighed, reaching your thumb out to caress his bottom lip.

“What about you?”, he asked.

“What ABOUT me?”

“Are you sore?” Steve’s brown eyes fell to your mouth as you smiled, sucking your bottom lip between your teeth. The sight made him chuckle but not in a mocking sort of way. It sounded like the way he used to laugh when you would watch scary movies together and you would shriek before hiding in his side. Or when you would tell him the stupidest joke he had ever heard but you were so ecstatic to tell him that he was more amused by your own reaction than the joke itself.

“Steve—” The sound of the bell cut you off as you dropped your hands from his face, quickly grabbed your bag, and he lost you in a sea of students.

He thought about you for the rest of the day, searching for your face in every classroom he passed. In the hallways, his eyes would swivel towards your locker but you were never there when he was.

“What’s wrong with you, dude?” Tommy threw a balled-up piece of paper in Steve’s direction. “You’re lucky Coach didn’t pull you from the game tonight.”

“Eh, would have been worth it to punch Andrew in the face.”

“Come on, Harrington. Asshole talks trash all the time—”

“I know but this is different.”

“How?”

“Because he didn’t have sex with Y/N. I kicked him out because he was being aggressive with her.”

“Ok, now I’m even more confused. Who cares about some slut and her reputation? Like this will make up for the hundreds of other guys she’s been with.” Steve glared at Tommy as he rose to his feet.

“Because she’s not a slut! God, how did those rumors get fucking started anyway?!” He slams his fist into the lockers behind him as he ran off towards the boy’s locker room. Unbeknown to him, you were leaning against the wall down the adjacent hallway listening to him defend you. It didn’t make up for everything you had been through these past two years but it was definitely a start.

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You snuck in just as the game was about to start, finding a spot in the back corner against the wall. Steve panted from the pregame practice, scanning the crowd till his eyes found yours. He grinned at you and you returned it with a small awkward wave. As he continued to look around, you noticed his smile faulter and followed his gaze to find his parents coming into the gym.

Your heart broke as you watched that termination ignite in his eyes that always came along when he felt the need to impress his dad.

“Steve! You did so good!”, you jumped up and down as you gave him hug, not caring that he had just gotten out of pool.

“I came in third, Y/N.”

“And? That’s amazing. Out ten kids, you placed third. Be proud of yourself.”

He smiles as he playfully pushes your shoulder. “Thanks for comin’, honey.”

You beam up at him but both your happiness’s are short lived when his dad saunters over and ruffles his soggy hair. “Ah! Maybe you’ll do better next time, son.”

Steve struggled through the entire first half of game. The other team kept swiping the ball out of his grasp or whipping around him when he tried to block them. The buzzer rang signaling half time and the cheerleaders swarmed the court to do their routine. You tiptoed down the bleachers and towards the locker rooms where you heard the coach screaming especially at him.

“NOW GET IT TOGETHER, SON! Or I swear to God, I will cut you from this team so fast—”

The door swung open and his sweaty figure came into frame as he locked his fingers over his forehead. Abruptly his foot shot out and kicked the lockers across from him as he let out a grunt of frustration.

“Well, that’s dramatic.” He jumped as he turned to look at you.

“I can’t deal with you right now, okay?!”

“I’m not here to make you feel bad or anything like that, Steve. I just… you’ve always let him get under you skin. You’re better than this. I’ve seen you play.”

“Yeah, and the fuck would you know about it, hm? Your parents don’t give a fuck about your future and what you do with it.”

“Neither do yours! If they did, they would realize how talented you are and actually be there for you instead of running away to whatever bullshit excuse your dad gives you.” As you turn to leave, you pause to face him again. “And my parents do care, not just about me but you to even though you tossed me aside to impress people who are exactly like him.”

His sneakers squeak as he jogs over to you and blocks you from leaving as he leans down to hug you. “I’m sorry. I didn’t… I’m just—”

“I know. Don’t worry about it.” You can’t help but smile when he doesn’t let you go. “Um, Steve? You’re really sweaty.”

“Oh shit! I’m sorry.”

“You got this, ok?”

“Y/N? Um, not that I mind but why are you being so nice to me? After everything I’ve done.”

“Calm down, Harrington.”, you giggle. “I’m not saying I want to go steady or anything.” You shrug as your eyes meet his. “Maybe because I’m finally seeing little glimpses of the boy who used to be my best friend.”

He smiles as he watches you head back towards the gym.

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The second half of the game, Steve made up for his missteps helping his team get ahead of the other. Hawkins won with a substantial lead and he was noted as making the most points that night.

You waited for everyone to leave the area lingering behind to allow all the students time to get to their cars and leave. To your dismay, his parents did the same thing.

“Steven! Not your best, I must say.” Steve’s eyes fell as his dad patted him on the back. His mother grinned at him as she brushed a piece of his damp hair away from his face. “This is your junior year, son. You know you have to step it up!”

“I think he did pretty well.” All three Harrington’s turned to look at you as your shoes obnoxiously banged against the wooden bleachers. “Especially during that second half.”

“Excuse me, miss. Thank you for your opinion but this is between me and my son here.”

“Oh, not a problem. I just know if I was his dad and I would be damn proud to have him as my son.” You smile in their direction before heading to your car. Thankfully everyone had left so no one would be there to harass you about what you were even doing there. As you started unlocking your car door, you noticed Steve’s parents walk towards their BMW without him.

You sighed as you watched them drive off before you felt a hand grab your arm and turn you around. Lips meet yours, startling you before you realized you recognized the taste. Steve blindly reached behind you for the door handle and you moved to the side to help as his palm held the small of your back, guiding you into the backseat.

His fingers fumbled with the button on you jeans as he finally undid them and tugged them down your legs. You smiled as you pushed him back with your palm into a sitting position and wrapped your legs around his waist. Steve grinded his hips against your center making you moan as his hand clung to the back of your neck, keeping your lips firmly pressed to his own.

You reached down, pulling lightly at the waistband of his shorts and he grinned into your kisses as he lifted his hips to pull them down, releasing his cock from its confinement. Your lust blown eyes watched as he spit in his hand and stroked it along his cock before reaching between your legs to move your underwear to the side.

Lifting your own hips, you hovered over his tip before gradually allowing him to invade your entrance. You both let out a groan of approval but something in yours caused him to open his eyes and watch your face. Your eyebrows were furrowed together as you rolled your hips, slowly allow your body to take him inch by inch.

The first time he fucked you, he didn’t give you any time to adjust as he took from you what he wanted and you allowed it. A different type of passion was in charge that evening. What was controlling him now wanted you to enjoy him as much as he was enjoying you.

Steve’s palms reached out to cup your cheeks, bringing your forehead to his own.

“Such a good girl, baby. You’re doing so well. There’s no rush, okay? Go as slow as you need to.” You whimpered at his praises, leaning forward to place a soft kiss on his lips. As your hips fully connect with his own and he bottomed out inside of you, he growled, running his tongue along the side of your neck.

“You taste so fucking good, honey. Fuck…”

Steve calling you honey triggered something inside of you; memories you tried to keep locked in the back of your mind. Memories of him playfully teasing you as you giggled during sleepovers. You two walking to the diner near your house to share a meal before going to the cinema in town. Him comforting you when the kids he now called friends made fun of you.

He was too lost in you to notice the images that flashed through your eyes. Your head fell into the nook between his shoulder and neck as you grinded and bounced on top of him. His fingers tangled in your hair as he clung to the back of your head, meeting each smack of your hips with a thrust of his own.

Your arms clasped around his neck and he did the same against your back, pressing you tightly to him as he pumped into as hard as he could.

“Cum for me, Y/N. Please, baby. I’ll cum with you.”

Your eyes rolled back as you panted into his skin, nails digging into him as your body trembled and you came. Steve grunted at the feeling as your pussy clung to him before lifting you off his cock, pumping himself rapidly until ropes of his seed hit his thigh.

His head fell back against your seats, closing his eyes as he listened to the sound of you reaching forward into your glovebox to grab a napkin and clean him off. As Steve pulled up his shorts, he heard your breathing get heavier causing his eyes to flutter open and turn towards you.

You had curled your body on the opposite side of the backseat, your eyes glassy with tears you tried to hold back.

“Y/N? Are you ok? I…I didn’t hurt you, did I?”

“Steve, what are we doing? What is this?”, you gesture between the two of you. “I mean…even when we were friends you were never attracted to me—”

“Who says?”, he interrupted. “Who says I didn’t find you attractive? We were kids so I wouldn’t say ‘attracted’ but I always thought you were beautiful.”

“Oh, ok, Harrington. Let’s play that card. We were kids but we went on double dates together. I watched you make out with a ton of girls and I know Carlie Jameson sucked your dick freshman year. Why did you gravitate towards them instead of making a move towards me?”

“Ok, again, you keep throwing things like that in my face when you did the exact same things! YOU made out and grinded on most of the dates you brought with you even though you claimed to not really be into them. If we’re going by YOUR definition of attraction then in that case you weren’t into me either.”

“What the fuck do you mean by MY definition?”

“You’re implying that sex equals attraction and it doesn’t.”

“Oooo listen to you using big words.” Steve rolls his eyes before turning to glare out the car window. “I…I was attracted to you. You were unbearably kind to everyone but yourself. You were adorably goofy. That summer you taught me to swim, every time you jumped in you would make this silly face or quote a movie.” He smiles at the sound of your giggle. “And I guess you were cute with your stupid fucking hair and beautiful grin.”

“Hey, hey now. That’s below the belt…insulting my hair.”

Steve turns back to face you and you both genuinely laugh for the first time since you two had been close.

“You just always seemed to like the ‘pretty’ girls; long blond hair, big tits, and IQs that max out at room temperature. I just… I didn’t want to lose you by asking if you wanted to try taking our relationship further especially since, to me, there was a high chance of you saying no since I’m not like them.” You sighed as your eyes met his. “I guess it doesn’t matter. It happened anyway… you chose them over me.”

Steve looked away from you in shame. “You’re right. I’m a fucking asshole.

You reach out with your fingers and grip his chin, turning him to face you again. “Steve, what is this. What are we doing here?”, you repeat your earlier questions.

He sees you pleading with your eyes, begging for him to be the guy he used to be. The guy who took you to the movies holding your hand during every scary or action filled scene. The man who sat with you in the library, willingly letting you see how stupid he felt when it came to subjects you seemed to easily understand. The guy who brought you presents during any holiday just to see you smile, whether it was something small like a rose he stole from his house or book he saw you browsing when he went with you into town.

The boy who called you honey and sweetheart while you cried over the phone over something another kid said or to calm your worries when his dad would scream at him and he would run to your house to spend the night. The guy who fell for you the moment he met you.

“I can’t… I can’t be what you need me to be, Y/N.”

You nod your head in understanding as you release him from your grasp. “I understand.” Your eyes fell to the floor, unable to watch him as he exited your car and headed for his own.

#steve harrington #steve stranger things #steve harrington x you #steve harrington fluff #steve harrington smut #steve x y/n #joe keery #joe keery smut #joe keery fluff #joe keery fanfiction #stranger things fanfiction #stranger things #fan fiction #friends to lovers

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stinkrascal · 2 years ago

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picture one breanna: we finally made it! no bears neither! lucien: that's good. glad y'all are having fun.

picture two lucien: sorry we couldn't make it. breanna: it's okay, i understand! poor bonnie probably don't wanna waddle around the woods.

picture three breanna: y'know, when i was pregnant with y'all, i don't think i left the house, not even once. vladislaus: [ chuckles ] mostly, you slept. breanna: no shit, huh? that sounds right.

picture four breanna: the kids are having fun though! ilya said he's disappointed he ain't seen no bears—he's so rascally! lucien: they're hibernating, this time of the year.

picture five breanna: really? you're just like your papa, lu, you know all kinds of things. maybe when the baby's here we can go to the beach! does bonnie like the beach?

picture six breanna: where's bonnie?! is she around? i wanna talk to her! bonnie: hi, mrs. brie. breanna: hi bonnie! i miss you! we all miss you! bonnie: t-thank you.

picture seven breanna: next time we go on vacation, i'm taking you with us! we can hang out, and i'll make vlad watch the baby, so don't even worry about that! vladislaus: volunteering my time again, are you, my dear? breanna: yes, but it's a good cause this time, promise! vladislaus: hmm.

picture eight breanna: so whatcha doing? bonnie: playing with the cats. breanna: aww, i'm jealous! lucien: don't be, they stink. y'all got any plans for tonight? breanna: i'm gonna drink so much beer! lucien: nice, ma.

picture nine bonnie: [ sighs ] now i'm jealous. breanna: don't be! it tastes like shit! you want a beer, vladdy? vladislaus: i am okay. breanna: aww, you sure? vladislaus: indeed. try not to become too inebriated, my love.

picture ten breanna: ha! me? no way! never! hey, bonnie, after you give birth, i'm gonna give you the biggest bottle of wine i got, promise! bonnie: thank you. that would be nice.

picture eleven breanna: hey, bonnie, do you smoke? after the baby's here, you wanna blow down? bonnie: no, ma'am, i don't smoke. lucien: could you please try not to drug my wife, ma?

picture twelve breanna: aww, don't say it like that! you make it sound so bad. lucien: uhuh. so, did gen, carlile, and nikolai come with y'all?

picture thirteen breanna: oh, nope, just the twins and ilya. annie and klaus brought some of their friends too! i like them, they're nice, especially that tall boy. vladislaus: the loud one needs to mind himself. breanna: who, vaughn? i think he's nice! vladislaus: he is a nuisance. breanna: all teenage boys are!

picture fourteen lucien: sounds like fun. y'all gonna cook tonight? vladislaus: I am cooking, yes. breanna: yeah! we got a buncha food for the weekend! y'all are all so pciky. dunno where you get it from! [ laughs ] vladislaus: indeed, i cannot imagine where our children have acquired such a trait, my love.

picture fifteen breanna: [ laughs harder ] i know! crazy, huh! i'm gonna go help your dad cook—actually, i might call nikolai. have you talked to him any? lucien: nope. breanna: he don't never pick up his phone! lucien: text him, he'll get back to you in three to five business days. breanna: ha! good one!

picture sixteen breanna: oh, you know what! i gotta text carlile back! i ain't never replied! lucien: sounds good, ma. breanna: okay, bye for real this time! love y'all! lucien: love you too. bye. [ hangs up ] god, she talks forever.

picture seventeen bonnie: i like your mom. she's nice. lucien: yeah, makes it impossible to hang up though. did you do anything fun today? bonnie: no. not really.

picture eighteen lucien: did you talk to your internet friends? bonnie: i don't talk to them anymore. lucien: why not? bonnie: [ shrugs ] lucien: there's a writing circle at the community college, you should go.

picture nineteen bonnie: ...i don't know. lucien: you'd have a lot of fun, i'm sure, and you could make some friends too.

picture twenty bonnie: ...maybe. lucien: yeah? bonnie: [ nods ] mmhmm.

picture twenty-one bonnie: i'm tired. i'm gonna take a nap. lucien: oh. okay. ...are you feeling alright? bonnie: mmhmm. lucien: okay... sleep well. bonnie: [ yawns ] thank you.

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cumxxslutt · 2 years ago

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I can’t skate .

Fem/Black Reader .

Warnings:cussing .

The Usos x Reader

Big ass Thanks to: @bloodripleygal , she helped me find something to write cause ya girl was struggling by herself , but y’all go check out her page and show her some support . !!

Text me if you would like to be apart of my taglist . !! 🤍

“Y’all” I call out to the boys , not getting a response I walk into there gaming room to see them , on the game “Yo” I yell causing jimmy to look up “wassup mama” he say taking his headset off , “I wanna go out” I mumble “speak up” jey says now turning his body to me , “I said I wanna go somewhere” I say a little louder

“Where we going” Jey says turning off his PlayStation and getting up to walk towards me , making his way to me he wraps his hands around my waist and gives me a couple of kisses on my neck as I giggle and try to pull away , “I don’t know let’s go skating , or let’s go eat” I say looking up at them , “Yeah No” I hear Jey say “What why” I say , “I can’t skate” he mumbled “it’s okay I’ll teach you”

“I can’t believe I’m doing this” Jey snarls “it’s gon be okay pa” I say slightly giggling “yeah ight” he say rolling his eyes “uce don’t be salty cause you can’t skate” jimmy said laughing at his brother and opening the door for us “Bruh shut up” Jey said turning around to face his brother with a mean mug , “umm can I get a [your size] please , I say with my head kinda low mumbling my sentence , “what was that” the worker says looking at me

“She said [your size]” Jimmy says wrapping his arms around me “Okay and for you two” , The boys told the worker their sizes , “okay y’all ready” I say as Jimmy finish lacing up my skate , I stand up to see jimmy on his skate Holding his hand out to me , I chuckle and take his hand , “come on papa get up” I say smiling at jey , “No” he mumbled looking at me with a mug “come on bae I ain’t gon let you fall” I say chuckling at his behavior

“If I fall , I’m beating everybody’s ass” Jey said holding onto the railing trying to stand , “come on baby” I say skating over to him and pulling him by his arms , “wait!” He screams , almost tripping “Boy stand up straight and stop bending over” He looks me up and down with a mug “Man whatever” he mumbles finally letting me go and standing on his own feet

“Stop!” I giggle trying to skate away from jimmy “come here girl” he calls out to me , “Jey!” I yell out to him , because I see him actually skating in front of me “what’s up mama” he say skating over to me “Okay you got the hang of it , go off” I say skating into him “girl you better watch out” he said wrapping his arms around me

“Where y’all been at” Jimmy said skating in front of us , “we been skating, whea you been” I say skating over to him , kissing his lips , the night went on , we played around and acted like a couple or whatever

“You know , tonight actually won’t bad” Jeys says walking hand in hand with me back to the car , “Anyways” I say playfully rolling my eyes , “y’all had fun” I say looking at them , I got some hums in response , “I love y’all” I mumbled falling asleep , “We love you too” I heard two voices say as I drifted off to sleep .

Hope y’all liked it , it really won’t my best , and it was kinda rushed , but hope y’all enjoyed this . !!

Y’all do not call me out on my misspelling or bad grammar I am half sleep and barely know what I’m writing atp . 😭

*NOT MY GIF ABOVE*

#jey uso #jimmy uso #jey uso x reader #jimmy uso x reader #the bloodline #the bloodline 🎀#wwe #wwe x reader #cumxxslutt.writes🎀#🎀 .

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lordarsonizzzzt · 2 years ago

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Heya! Hope this isn't a weird request but i would rlly luv some SCP staff as parents

(Mainly Jack and Iceberg lol if you can) and it would technically be a kid that they had with reader if that makes sense? Luv your work <33

JFKER GTHANKS, I LUV UR WORK TOO

SCP STAFF AS PARENTS

characters: Jack Bright, Iceberg and Kondraki.

BRIGHT

☆ Hear me out, I love Bright but I don't really think he'll be interesed in being a father? He doesn't think it's something that suits him

☆ Because she knows she will have to watch their kid go through all the stages of life until there is no more life, but she will still be alive.

☆ Not only that but because all his family shit, I don't think any Bright is mentally ready to be a parent, or even date.

☆ When he hears you are pregnant or you present the option of adoption to him, he's is troubled, because he will love to have a family with you! But he doesn't want to live with the knowledge that his kid will eventually die, and he'll be there to see it.

☆ Also doesn't want to be like his father like, at all.

☆ So yeah, it will take a time to warm up to the idea, but when the kid is already there with you, he can't stop that feeling of happiness in his chest, still, he will get more sessions with Glass so he knows he is going to be a great papa.

☆ And he is, his kids and you are his world, first come the kid(s) and TJ, then you, and then the other people

☆ tbf the foundation doesn't like this? cause if anything happens he IS going to let his work unattended and go care for his family.

☆ It will take Bright a lot of time to prepare for what's eventually to come, but meanwhile he will be the best dad he can be.

ICEBERG

❄︎ So i'll be completly honest here, he doesn't want kids. Even if you met him in his soldier years he would have told you the same. The reasons are somewhat the same.

❄︎ When he was on the military, he barely saw his family and if you were dating he barely saw you too, so he wouldn't want a kid because he doesn't want to be absent for them.

❄︎ Now in the foundation he became another person, he's cold, he's an asshole, and deffo not ready to have kids nor raise them.

❄︎ Honestly I doubt he even likes kids? I think he has a very short temper and while he wouldn't yell at a child, he would say some nasty shit. Also not good influence at all.

❄︎ Maybe he would be more accepting if you had a kid before getting together, but even then he wouldn't be really,,, good.

❄︎ 0/10 wouldn't let my kids with him.

KONDRAKI

✥ As I said before, this man NEEDS a domestic life.

✥ The having a kid thing probably was unexpected if it's when you are already on a relationship or it's a kid you already had.

✥ So going with the 'a kid you already had' let's say it's a girl, like, 4 years.

✥ She is Kondraki's and Draven's sun.

✥ Draven loves his little sister, whenever he can be home with you two he will play with her, sometimes with tears on his eyes because, that's another boy that needs a nice family.

✥ Kondraki wants to be better for your baby ( "Our baby", you will always tell him ) but he also feels guilt when he thinks about Draven's feelings. He is stopping the 'being wasted every single day', and one day he sits Draven down and has a talk with him.

✥ He doesn't want his son to feel bad, but when Draven told him he understands, and that that was... another situation, Konnie feels so light.

✥ Similar to Bright, he will leave any work he is doing if she needs anything.

✥ 408 loves hanging around her and she loves playing with the butterflies.

✥ Iris also met your girl and she's so happy for Kondraki and Draven to finally found a nice family, and she's grateful for you to be there with them.

✥ 10/10 dad, loves his kids.

#scp x reader #scp kondraki #dr kondraki x reader #scp iceberg x reader #scp bright #dr bright x reader

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kolour-me-kourt · 4 months ago

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Chapter Sixteen: Rediscover

" ..... The song does come from an extremely real place I made a selfish decision and I'm not sure the innocent party affected knows anything about it but I am sorry"

"Do you want to go into anymore detail?"

"I don't want to but I will... I had dealings with an ex recently and he's in a relationship she seems like a really sweet girl but I was being selfish him and I had several reasons why we broke up but infidelity was one so the fact that I did that to someone else was fucked up and um I wrote a song about it"

"Wow that's a super real place well the song is beautiful and you can hear the emotion in it"

"Thanks I don't wanna expose him or anything cause I truly do think he's a great guy but he has some issues"

What's worse then getting cheated on? Everyone knowing you got cheated on and you stayed. YN was grateful in this moment that he told her the truth because she couldn't have imagined finding out this way. All the time and forgiveness put in seem to almost dwindle away when YN heard Ella speaking in a radio interview. The only person she had really been tied to publicly was Jayson so everyone who knew YN sent her the clip that was circulating around.

She cried and tried to get herself together because she had a flight to catch. Straight to Boston to watch Jayson play tomorrow. She would be court side beside his mother, her boyfriend,father and his girlfriend . She was excited but nervous all at the same time so this little interview only added to her nerves. As soon as she zips her suitcase he calls."Yes sirrr?" "You on your way to the airport yet?" "Just finished packing but in a bout ten minutes I'll be leaving" "okay I sent a private .... So you can rest I know you're tired and I'm getting you myself" She finally puts her face in the camera"yayy I'm excited" she smiled "you sure?" She laughed slightly "yeah ... I just keep seeing that clip and it messed my mood up a little" "what clip?" She bit her lip so he asked again

"what clip?" "Um Ella dropped a new song .... And it's about you guys and she's on her press tour" "she said my name?" "No but knowing what I know it's easy to put two and two together plus the blogs are kinda already doing it so." "Doing what?" "Saying the song is about you" "fuck!" His voice was deep and filled with anger "it's fine" "it's not why would she do that?" "She's an artist she's coping" "so you taking up for her?" YN lifted an eyebrow

"yeah I guess I am but it's really no reason to be upset because I'm not mad we've moved on" "yeah you're not mad but I can tell you been crying" "yeah" "just hurry and get to me we got plans and I don't want any of that to ruin them" she smiled "okay baby I love you" "I love you too" "byeeeee" "bye" she hangs up exhaling "well look at that growth" she smiled proud of herself.

*A few hours later*

She was getting off the plane and there was Jayson flowers in hand ready to see her. She walked over quickly kissing him

" mmm hey baby" "hey papa" he smiled on her lips "save that for later we got a big night" "oh....? we do?" "mhm so first you take these....and ill take these bags" he handed her the flowers while grabbing her bags. Soon they were both in the car driving out of the airport she kept glancing at him and smiling.

"I'm really back in Boston" "yeah... do you wanna be?" He smiled "it's no other place I rather be... If I'm being in honest" "good cause you staying with me regardless" "so you'll hold me hostage?" "If I have too" "boy bye😂😂" "this the same car we sat in that first night we met ... eating burgers and talking shit" YN laughed "I remember... that was a goodnight I remember when you kissed me ..... it was so damn passionate" "it's cause I wanted to fuck you" she rolled her eyes

"bae I thought we was being sentimental" "I thought we was being honest" she laughed "always.... So what's the moves" "go back to the house let you chill a little bit and then I invited a few people over for a lil game night" YN lifted her eyebrow "a few... like a group? Or like two?" "It don't matter you'll have fun ... I promise" "hmmm I was really looking forward to having some good sex tonight cause I know I can't get none tomorrow" "why not?" "You not fuckin before the game" "I might after tho...." "It'll be lazy sex I don't want that I been missing you badly in that department it's ridiculous" he smiled "we'll have time before game night .... I'll get you right" "good bae"

"I do wanna run something by you real quick" "I'm listening" "Deuce wants to come to the game...." "Oh ... so you don't want me to come?" "I want you to come I was trying to figure out if you was ready to meet him.... I know we talked about it before but I'm asking you again" she exhaled deeply "did you talk you talk to your mom?" "Yeah... she said we should wait a lil longer" "then I'll watch from the house it's fine" "bae..." "I mean it's the best alternative he should be able to watch his dad" "unless you don't sit with them"

"and then that'll be on WAGS by the end of the night are they really together if she can't even sit with the rest of the family at the games I don't have time for these blogs Jay" "I get it .... I did want you there though you can't always be worried about what other people think ...if we locked in we locked in you know what the fuck going on" "let me think on it" "that's fine with me ... I don't get that much time with you so knowing you watching me that close I would definitely be activated" she laughed

"orrrr I can be in your bed waiting for you fresh from the game....." "damn that sounds good....when you moving in?" She laughed loudly "boyyyy" "do you think you're ready" her eyes got wide "for what?" "Meeting Deuce" "oh...your mama said no so no plus I really want to meet his mom before I met him.... so regardless tomorrow isn't the time it's too rushed .....Have you talked to her about that?" "No should I?" "I mean yeah if you want me to meet him soon" "you right" she smiled "that's what I like to hear" "now.... Can we focus on something else" "like what?" "enjoying these three days together" "of course bae" she smiled grabbing his hand he turns up the music speeding to his house. When he parks the car her phone vibrates she looks down and then she sighs.

"you good?" he asked "no...but I will be after my shower" "what's wrong" "my vibe is just a little off..." "somebody said something to you" she bit her lip nervously "just this Ella stuff people keep asking me ...without really asking me I saw a few shady posts on the plane too....its just weird so many people are invested in us failing ...I hate that" "that's why I wish she didn't say anything it was over we moved on and then boom its back in your face im sorry bae" ".....yeah I just need to shower" "bet...lets go"

He gets out of the car grabbing her bags and then going to the door. She lifted an eyebrow staring at him through the window but then got out of the car going into the house. "what I do now?" "hmm?" "I know you...so why you mad" "you didn't open my door but whatever" "ummmmmm I was too busy getting your bags" "okay" "is that not enough" " I said okay Jayson" she immediately went to his room stripping and getting in the shower she just need some hot water on her body.

"Baeee!" she yelled from the bathroom he came in looking at her up and down licking his lips "Inviting me in?" she laughed "I was asking where you put my loofah ...its gone" "The housekeeper put it in the trash last week she said it had stuff growing on it ...since you haven't been here to use it" "awww damn" "Yeah let me grab you a wash cloth" she pouts "Okay" he laughed leaving but then quickly returning handing it to her "thank you so much" "mhm...you look so good wet skin smooth ..." she bit her lip

"wanna get in?" "yeah" he smiles while taking his shirt off "first you gotta tell me who's coming over" "its a surprise bae" he lowkey pouts making her slightly laugh she never seen him do that before "you know I don't like people" "you'll like these people...its fine" "and when is game night?" "We got like three hours" "And what are you doing for food?" "ordering some stuff'' "come in here" he smiled as he finished stripping and then he got in the shower with her shutting the glass door "Your showers always so damn hot" "it feels ...good I needed to relax" "I know you do" he kisses her forehead

"I wanna apologize for the door thing...you were doing enough and my hands not broke" he laughed " you use to me treating you a certain way but you can't do that and not be patient" "what you mean?" "I would've opened the door for you after I brought your bags in" "its only two bags Jay" "Maybe I didn't wanna carry the bags and open your door at the same time" "but ..then that was pointless walking....taking the bags in and then coming back out to open my door?" "to you but maybe that's my process" "oop you right" she laughed

"everything can't just go your way" "And why tf not" she joked "cause you not patient" she laughed playfully rolling her eyes. "hmmm you might be on to something" "I know i'm right" "when you be at my place I treat you way better"

"ima treat you good too...stop playing" "I don't force you to socialize with people" he laughed "bae ....you'll enjoy it we'll be in the bed by 11" "you think so?" "Mhm I know so ...just trust me won't be no late night over here" she laughed "I love you" "I love you too" "you forcing me to socialize my whole time here?" he shook his head "you only don't like socializing cause you don't like sharing me" "true cause I shouldn't have too why you like sharing me" "cause you're a bright light that nobody can dim anyway a lot of people deserve to see you and experience you just not in the same ways I do" "well that was poetic"

"and I meant it ......what time you leaving on Friday? before or after the game?" "It's a late game so probably before unless you really want me there" "hmmmm you know who we playing right?" "no? who?" "Melo" "oh wow no I didn't realize....so that's a no?" "nah I want you there" "I would have to leave right after ....I have a thing Saturday morning" "I'll fly home with you spend some time with you on Saturday after you get home" "and then leave that night?" "leave Sunday morning" "if you feel like doing all that" "yeah I do...simply because it'll be like two weeks before we see each other" "two weeks why?" "away games..... then I have stuff to do with Deuce" "oh well okay I guess we got each other for the rest of the week" she smiled he kissed her forehead

*time skip*

Their whole shower consisted of nothing but conversation she loved moments like that when they could talk forever and never get tired. It was evident he wanted her but it also was very obvious that he wanted to wait. Shower sex wasn't something he always wanted to do he needed to be in the mood. Currently he was down stairs setting up for the game night as yn wrapped up some work. A few emails were sent to her while she was in the shower so she wanted to get to them now so she can relax tonight. she hears the door bell ring. "You almost ready?" he texts her "five more minutes please" "ok"

she didn't wanna upset him but she had shit to do. Sometimes she didn't think that he realized she also made sacrifices for them to work. She didn't hear much conversation so she figured it most be the food. Once she found the files she exhaled attaching them to the email and then sending them off. She gave herself one last look over ...after all she had no clue who he invited to the house. She needed to look good. Her full Curly hair with her white toenails and bright pink comfortable but mini dress made her look amazing.

She walked downstairs he glanced at her clearly a little upset "Sorry ....i'm a hundred percent yours now" she pouted hoping it would make him take it easy on her. He lifts one finger beckoning for her to come closer. When she stood in front of him he smiles "I know you have to work sometimes ...no need to apologize especially when you look like this" she was pleasantly shocked "wow okay that makes me feel better" "good...I hope I make you feel better tonight" "pick me up" he raised on eyebrow but decided to listen picking her up she wraps her legs around his waist.

"you better make me feel amazing tonight ...if you have me out here hosting people..cause if you don't their will be hell to pay" she squints her eyes trying to be intimidating he couldn't help but laugh "don't threaten me...cause I might make you stand on that" "how?" he smirked kissing her lips she deepens the kiss moaning softly when she felt him squeeze her ass. And as usual once the kiss got heated the doorbell began to ring. "uhh 🙄 no" she says he smiles "Don't be like that"

he sits her down gently on her feet going to the door opening

"hey" "damn this is nice" yn knew that voice from anywhere "bitch? is that you?" She rushed to the door "YES!!! its me" it was yn friend from Boston everything had come full circle for yn in this moment her friend was there when she met Jayson and now she was here in his house the first night they host something together ...felt special. "yo bitch ass teammate coming?" She asked Jayson looking him up and down "Yup and don't talk about my boy like that" "what happened with that?" "bitch let me tell you...we drinking?" "yup he got my favorite wine in the kitchen lets go....bae you want anything to drink?"

"Just some water" "Lame!!!" FFB (friend from Boston) says "I have a game tomorrow" "he needs to stay sober anyway" yn bit her lip as they finally made it into the kitchen "drunk sex be lit" "he not gon get drunk he gon get tipsy and go to sleep ....he might as well stay sober ....but back to you clearly we need to catch up" "long story short....you remember last time you was here me and Jaylin ended up fuckin again....and it was way better ...and so I got a lil crazy" Yn passes her friend a glass and she takes a long sip

"Ummm crazy how?" "I was texting just asking when he was gon fuck me again....you don't fuck somebody like that and then think you can go ghost ...that shit mad weird he was all in my ear talking to me bitch had me folded up and shit and then aint say nothing else" "so then what you do..." "blocked him after he reached out again cause how you see my messages and don't respond but then just hit me back up talking about am I free? was I free yeah if he asked tonight will I be free? yeah but still..." yn laughed "yeah he can't be playing wit you like that you gotta figure out how to get the upper hand" yn hears loud knocks on the door

"yeah I will I have a plan but enough about me....did you see that Ella Mai Interview...you think she talking about Jayson?" yn sighed to tell the truth or not tell the truth...that is the question "I did see it yeah'' "yeah you think she talking about Jayson? ill stop streaming boo'd up right now" yn laughed "girl even I listen to her songs can't deny her hits" "you gon answer the question?"

"COME ON LADIESSS" Jaylen says loudly FFB rolls her eyes "ONE SEC" she says yn swallows hard finishing her drink "It doesn't matter one way or the other to me....because I'm happy so why dive into that with him" yn applauded herself mentally no lies were told and she didn't tell her business "well alright then lets go beat some ass" they walk out of the kitchen "Damn" Jaylin says looking YBF up and down "Boy stop before we leave" yn rolled her eyes "So much for getting the upper hand" "ill get it" yn laughed "what's the first game bae?"

*time skip*

Game night was great they had fun and then went right to sleep. The next day Jayson woke up completely focused on the game so yn relaxed around the house and worked some more. While he was taking his pre game nap she worked out. After a long talk this morning they decided that she would just watch the game from home. As bad as they both wanted her there it wasn't the time for it.When he woke up he was hella energetic he jumped out of the bed

"Excited for the game?" "Hell yeah I know you'll be watching so im real excited and waiting for me later?" "mhmmm right in this bed" "Can we skip to the good part?" she laughed "what you wearing tonight" "idk...pick me something out let me go to the bathroom" she smiled "ooooh okay" she was excited Jayson was chill but he took his fashion sense serious cause he liked to look good. She stood in his closet taking in his intoxicating smell and just before she zoned out into a trance his phone started to buzz. She walks out of the closet glancing at it

"Your baby mama calling" "Bring it here please" YN rolled her eyes "She can wait" he laughed "Bae bring me the phone" "fineee" yn grabs his phone bringing it into the bathroom handing it to him he grabbed her hand signaling he wanted her to stay he answers on speaker "hello?" "yeah I just wanted to let you know your son fell asleep...so I don't know if you wanted to have your mom still come get him or just let him come to the game next time you have him but yeah he had a long night last night" "long night like how?" "I have some family in town and you know he likes to stay up with everybody" They shared a laugh "Yeah that's fine just let him sleep let him know I love him" "of course I will good luck tonight" "thanks ...bye" "Byeeee"

He smiles looking down at YN "soooo you wanna come with me to the game" Yn shrugged playing like she didn't care "if you want me to..." he smacks her ass ...."Stop playing I want you to....so get ready" "Ima ride with you?" "Yup" "fuck well okay let me hop In the shower real quick" "Okay im trying to leave in twenty minutes" "Alright bae Ill be ready...I pulled two shirts you might wanna wear tonight too" "alright ill go look in a second"

In 15 minutes she had took a shower fluffed her hair moisturized her skin and now was putting on her outfit he was downstairs waiting on her. She loved what he was wearing

It was simple but cute she on the other hand had to step out for her first game where people knew who she was. She would be in the section with his family of course but also other players partners she needed to look good beside them .... She needed to look better than them but most importantly it needed to look like she wasn't even trying.

"Heels or no heels?" She asked Jayson still in the room "step out here let me see you" she stood at the top of the stairs "how you look that good in oversized shit? " "Focus bae you need to be on time" "yeah you can wear heels it'll give you some height since your pants big" "bet!!" She rushed off grabbed her black heels and then she flashed down the stairs he smiled "never seen you get ready so fast" "I mean you can't be late to work for me" he laughed "you right ... let's go"

He went Into the arena before her. She stayed in the car for a second getting a few pictures inside and out of the car and then she got out locking the doors. She took a deep breath she looked good now she needed to sell it ... she was a girlfriend she needed to act like the girlfriend. She was there to support her man above all else.

YN got to her seat pretty quickly speaking to his dad and a few of the players partners around her introducing herself and exchanging information.

Soon enough his mom showed up smiling. "I thought I was gonna be late... I'm glad to see you here" "thanks ... were you working?" "No I was halfway to get Deuce before I saw the message" "oh wow that sucks" "yeah but I'll be fine anyway how have you been when did you get in?" "Last night actually I fly out tomorrow night" "are you coming to that game?" "I plan on it Jay wants me too" "it's important to start being seen so I agree" she smiled "yeah... that's true I just gotta balance it all" "that's also true my son isn't your whole life it's good that you have your own identity"

"yeah my mom has always said don't ride anybody else's coattails" "smart woman I'm sure I'll meet her some day" "hopefully if I'm still around" YN laughed awkwardly slightly beating herself up why did she say that to his mom "I'm sure you will be..... he loves you I haven't seen him like this about anybody in a long time" "that makes me feel good" "it should"

Soon as shoot arounds started and she caught Jayson looking up at her smiling she was completely at peace. He loved seeing the picture of her with his family all that was missing was his son.

As he predicted he was hot the whole entire game first half he already had 30 points and he finished even stronger his points combined with JB blew the other team out of the water they had no clue what hit them. YN kept a smile on her face the whole entire time excited for the game excited to watch him play in his element with his people it was a moment for the books.

Fridays night game with Melo

YN could feel this game was important to Jayson. Every game was important but he was super focused on this one. They drove in the car singing r&b classics at the top of their lungs so by the Time he was walking in to the arena his energy was on a thousand and before the game could even start she noticed all his teammates felt his energy and it rubbed off on them.

He noticed her being in his city made a huge difference and he wonders if it's too fast to ask for her to move in seriously. It's selfish she has other things going on but it's heavy on his mind.

*time skip in the car

"The game was really close I can't but think he was trying to show me up in front of you" "orrrrr he wanted his team to win?" "Don't matter cause who won?" "My baby....you didn't have to dunk on him though " she smiled and kissed his lips "yeah I did he did it first" YN shook her head "you looked so good out there" she licked her lips slowly "wait until we get to your house .... Actually no ima fuck you on the plane.... Ima put you in the mile high club" "how you know I'm not a member" he lifted an eyebrow "are you?" "No that shit seem scary" "we gon do it right in the window seat.... Ain't no staff on board except the pilot and co pilot" "nobody coming with us?" "Nope just me and you ... so you can ride that dick in the clouds" "you being freaky tonight.... I love it" she smiled "I know I gotta talk to you like that sometimes"

Once they got home Jayson packed his stuff and they rushed off to the airport to get on the plane. As soon as she walked in Jayson was behind her smacking her ass. After talking to the pilots they went in the control room and prepared for take off. And quickly they were in the air.

"you wanna be in the mile high club?" He kisses her lips. She rubbed him through his pants and he was clearly already excited she stands up and then gets on her knees in front of him. He smiled lifted the window shade. She really was about to suck dick in the air .... Wow. He tried to help her by unbuttoning his pants but she moved his hands out of the way.

"You just relax.... I got this" he listened completely in awe.... Was she gonna take charge? She pulled his dick out in record time "you're already getting hard for me.... I must be doing something right" she licks her lips and then around his tip maintaining eye contact. Her tongue eventually licked every spot on his dick then she traced his prominent vein up to his tip closing her mouth for a second and then slowly allowing spit to come out of her mouth "damn" he said softly he could watch that scene over and over again. She noticed he loved it so she did it again and started to stroke his dick..... and then finally her mouth started to play too.

"You look so pretty" she stared him in his eyes as she went slow it was making him lose all his cool. He tried to keep his eyes open but struggled she grabbed one of his hands placing it on her head. "Want me to grab your hair?" "Mhm" he puts her hair in a makeshift ponytail "love to watch your face while you make me disappear" she moves her hand taking him fully into his mouth she gagged a little but didn't stop instead she pulled a little of him out of her mouth and placed her hand back on him stroking him as her mouth moved up and down expertly once she had enough she placed a kiss on the tip of his dick that was now standing at attention and then

she stood up and started to remove her pants she left her heels on because she honestly didn't feel like going through the Trouble of taking them off especially since he was already so worked up she stood tall and proudly in front of him bitting her lip planning her next move He opened his mouth to say something but she quickly cut him off "shhh I got you" she smiled he lean back relaxing and then she sat on his lap with her back on his stomach relaxing she spread her legs.

"Finger me bae" she looked up into his eyes he placed two fingers to her mouth singling for her to wet them. She let him place his fingers in her mouth as she got them nice and wet when she was done she pulled them out and he immediately went to her center teasing her.

He stared in her eyes as he tried to gain some control but it was clear she was in charge for now. When his finger slid inside her she immediately closed her eyes "damn" he smirked "you just always so wet for me" "it's the way you talk to me" "I just be asking you shit I really wanna know" "like?" "What I do so good in my life to deserve you" she gasped when his fingers began rubbing her clit.

"Baby hm?" He asked "I don't know" "all you know is you feel good...huh?" "yeahhh" he smiled once he felt her cuming on his hand she leaked on to his thigh but he didn't mind. She grabbed his dick about to slide it inside of herself but he stopped her "let me see your face while you ride this dick" she smiles standing up turning around and straddling him. she teased herself because he was extremely hard but when he had enough he slides her down himself. "how you know if I was ready?" "im sorry baby ...want me to take it out" she slowly started move her hips "Nope" he grabs her face kissing her deeply "yeah that's what I thought"

*Saturday

He finally got a dose of how she felt when he was at the gym or doing something while she was visiting cause while she was busy the whole morning he was in her home waiting for her just missing her. So when she finally walked through the door he was like an excited little kid" "hey bae how was your day? How did the event go?" Jayson asked as soon as she walked through the door she took her shoes off immediately sitting on the couch beside him she exhaled deeply "I'm so glad it's over..... it feels like it lasted forever and it was just like a waste of five hours" "damn bae" "yeah what you do?" "Nothing.... Just missed you and slept ... the sleep felt good" "good you deserve it" "I hope your day gets better" "oh it will.... After this shower" he laughed "yeah you go shower and I'll get us some food what you want?" "Surprise me bae" she stands up looking down at him he smiles pulling her back down on his lap.

"You ain't kissed me since you walked in ...." "Damn I'm slacking sorry bae" she slowly kisses him as he squeezes her ass. "I'll go to the Mexican restaurant ...how that sound?" "mhm that sounds good" "you want a chicken quesadilla?" "yeah and Birria tacos" "ou that do sound good" "mhmmm I know" he smiled "okay ill let you relax a little you want anything to drink?" "yeah the usual" she kissed his lips again and then continued talking "im so glad you're here ....if I didn't have you to look forward to I wouldn't have made it through work" "im glad I came too and all night its me and you" she sighs "and then you leave in the morning" "yeah don't focus on that though" she laughed slightly

"im driving you to the airport?" "yeah I want you too but if you don't want to its fine" he kissed her forehead softly leaving his lips there "ill drive you of course" "you don't want too?" "I don't want you to see me cry...and If I have to watch you walk onto that plane.... I might lose it" "bae..." "you wanted the answer Jay" he kisses her forehead again "you want me to uber?" "No im taking you...I'll just be a thug" he laughed "Okay bae...go relax while I get some food" he grabs her ass shaking it a little then smacking it. She stands up and then pulls him up "I hope our food is good" she says while walking to the bedroom "it will be ...like it always is" she laughed disappearing into the bedroom. He sighed shaking his head grabbing his keys and shutting the door.

*Sunday

She sniffled as he kissed her forehead "bae don't make this harder than what it already is" "sorry I'm just gonna miss you" "I'll FaceTime you as soon as I land... I love you be safe" "you too Bae" "let me hear you say it" he smiles "I love you so much baby" he Kisses her lips passionately and walks off towards the plane she gets back in her car waiting until she couldn't see him anymore and then she reversed her car going back home. Already she felt lonely they had practically spent the whole week together and that rarely happened....so saying bye for two weeks was eating her tf up inside.

*two weeks later*

It had been two weeks since YN had seen Jayson he had back to back games away and then he had his son so she knew she probably wouldn't see him for another three days. She had a girls night and had been working extra hard just to get out of this funk after none of her friends could come over she decided to call Melo inviting him over for a movie night which included pizza and wings with his favorite soda. It had been a little minute since they linked up so he decided he would come over.

Soon enough it was seven pm and he was ringing the door bell. "HEYYYYY FRIENDDD" she says with a big smile on her face he pats her head "damn relax I know you lonely you too excited " she laughed as he walked in "I miss you to Melo damn" "I know you do we gotta talk man" he shook his head as he took his shoes off "Wussup?" "So you know the chick I was telling you about?" "Yeah? what about her" "you was right...she fucked another player" "on your team!!!?" "nah somebody close enough to me tho....back in the day but still" "see I knew it she seem a little like a homie hopper cause she was just with NLE Choppa two weeks ago"

"And you ain't tell me?" "I aint think it was my business more importantly I thought you knew" "nah I didn't man" "Well does it really matter? like you honestly was just trying to fuck...so fuck her" his eyes got wide "nah" "Why not....if it was romantic I would get it but like are you gonna wife her?" "I don't wanna have this conversation with you no more its taking a turn for the worse" she laughed "im just saying...." Melo felt that yn was happy in her relationship with Jayson but she also wanted him around just incase it went left.

Subconsciously yn was keeping him on the back burner she was in love with Jayson absolutely but it was also nice to know that she could have Melo if Jayson ever just left her or she decided to leave him.

"im your friend if you don't have the conversation with me who you gon have it with?" "Me and LBG getting back together ....soon probably idk" "Wym you don't know" "she been hitting me up and I honestly miss being in a relationship" yn rolled her eyes "You wanna get our food and start the movie" "you don't think I should?" "She's bad news and that's all im gonna say...you were supportive when I straight ghosted you and came back and stayed with Jay so ima support you if you get back with her ...just know I feel like you shouldn't cause she's trash and you're setting yourself back by getting back in a toxic ass relationship just cause you miss constant pussy"

"Alright I respect that...lets eat" "do you respect it?" "You were my constant pussy!.... *he sighs taking a breath and then continues to talk* This has got to the territory of shit we shouldn't be talking about when you got a whole Nigga I'm trying to respect .... So you ready to eat?"

YN bits her lip taking a deep breath "yeah .... Let's eat" She respected Melo for respecting her relationship because she was clearly having second thoughts and had he kissed her she probably would've folded completely. Melo was to the point where he couldn't lose her again so if that meant he never touched her again he was with it.

She fixed his plate and then they sat in front of the tv. "We Binge watching stranger things right?" "Yupp unless you changed your mind" he glanced at her

" no ... stranger things is fine... I'll start at the beginning" she turns it on and it's quiet still eventually he grabs the remote pausing "why you do that?" She asked looking into his eyes "shhh let me just get my thoughts together" "okay..."

".... You my friend I love you I would be lying if I said I don't ever think about me and you but I respect your relationship and I respect the fact that you love him so from now on we need to do better with the conversations we having cause I don't ever want to put you in position of choosing between him and me or even cheating on him cause I know you not a cheater I don't want you changing your ways just cause shit got hard with that nigga" "well I don't want you changing your ways just cause you wanna be in a relationship that bitch don't deserve you she never did and i whole heartedly mean that please ... don't get back with her" he sighed

"you don't want me with her? Or you don't want me with anyone... else" "just her ...." "You sure?" "What do you want me to say?" "The truth" "the truth is I love Jayson and me and him are just now really getting to the place where we're good if I was gonna cheat I should've done it months ago but I didn't which means I know I love him .... But is it possible for me to love both of you? It's selfish to say I don't want you with nobody else but like.... Anyway that's the truth" "I gotta think about all that" he presses play she laughs trying to break the tension "just stay on your end of the couch Nigga " "that's what I'm trying to tell you Nigga" he smiled

****time skip*

she had dozed off before the fourth episode her head was in Melos lap and he was dozing off too until he heard the key in her door he glanced down trying to register what was happening and then he saw Jayson walking through the door. Jayson saw Melo and immediately rolled his eyes "she sleep?" "yeah? ....and missing you so I'll just leave Melo tries to carefully get up without waking her up. he gathers his stuff walking by Jayson "uh thanks man for being here...when I can't" He daps him Melo was shocked but appreciated it "No problem that my friend" "yeah"Jayson walks over picking yn up taking her to the bed room her eyes open.

"I must be dreaming" she said softly "nah...surprise" "yayyy baby I missed you" "I heard ...I flew all night to see you" he finally sat her on the bed "this sucks....I really be going through it" "it's not easy for me either bae...." "You let Melo out?" "He let his self out" "did y'all talk?" "I played nice if that's what you're asking" "Thank you bae" "you too tired for me?" "Thought you would never ask .... Give it to me" "nah...." "Huh?" She laughed "you was just sleep ... let's sleep I'm fresh from a flight" "even if I do all the work?" "Yeah even if you do all the work" she laughs "alright bet cause I am tired "

"you know you can tell me no... right?" "Yeah of course" "you sure?" "Yes bae" "it just seems like .... Since the thing you act like everytime I ask for sex I just get it..... even when it was bad you said yes" "you tired ima let you have it okay?" She started getting mad "what? I'm trying to have a conversation" "I don't think so..... I feel like you trying to prove a point" "what's my point then?" " idk you haven't made it" "alright you right I am sleepy ima just ....." he sighed walking into the bathroom shutting the door she sat there for a second but it wasn't sitting right with her. So she got up walking into the bathroom to see him washing his face he had just finished brushing his teeth

"do you think I'm scared to lose you? Are you worried?" "Yeah very ... I never want you to feel forced bae" she sighed bringing him close she kissed his exposed chest "my sex drive is high Bae I want it just as much as you.... Everytime ..... now do you want me to continue being honest?" "Of course" "before we had ... really healed and when I wasn't enjoying the sex it's cause I wasn't ready to have sex with you I did it because I didn't want you looking else where to get it .... So I kinda just forced myself to do it and make sure you were pleased" "damn bae that make me feel like shit" "why though? you didn't force me" "but I didn't catch on.... Ever I haven't caught on I haven't paid attention to you like I need too" "I could've been more vocal this isn't one sided" "that's true but I gotta do better" "bae ... why is this hitting you so hard? You didn't force me into anything I need you to know that I don't want you carrying that weight" he kissed her forehead

"it's like what you were saying in therapy the other week like .... I'm splitting my time so much that nobody is getting a 100% of me I missed a big milestone for Deuce at school and I vowed I would never be that dad" she saw him tear up"awww bae I'm sorry" she held him close she wished she could hold his head in her chest... but he's so damn tall" "I'm just ... anyway so yeah that happened and then I get back to you and I haven't even been paying attention to you either so like what am I doing good?"

"You're still a wonderful father above anything else Deuce tells you that himself and you're the best boyfriend I've ever had if I feel neglected I'll tell you but right now all we can do is go to sleep .... And you have to forgive yourself for the Deuce thing I'm sure he will to" "he wasn't even that upset .... I don't think he realizes how big this was" "maybe it meant more to you than to him regardless it was still big so I get you being upset" "yeah maybe...."

"Why did you miss it?" ".... I was sleep" "what are you leaving out?" "Well when I decided to fly back with you to Boston I remembered i had to go back Sunday because of his thing but once I got home I slept without thinking about his thing and I overslept cause I basically forgot" "so it's my fault..." "no it's not that's why I didn't wanna say that" "I mean if you didn't feel so obligated to be here..." "but bae I'm a grown ass man who knew what I was getting into when I said I wanted to be in a relationship this is not on you it's on me .... And ima fix it you gotta trust in me that I will" ".... Okay" "I don't want that weight on you" he smiled quoting her she smiled too "okay Jay I'll let you finish washing your face and stuff I'll be in bed" "okay don't get no wild ideas... we going straight to sleep" "yes sir" YN laughed

The next morning he woke up to the fresh smell of her fixing breakfast. She felt like it was the least she could do since he flew all night to see her. He got himself together brushing his teeth and taking a quick shower before coming downstairs. "Goodmorning..... all this for me?" he still had his morning voice that she loved so much. "Goodmorning" she nodded her had She had fixed cinnamon rolls,French toast, an assortment of fruit, Turkey bacon, applewood bacon and Turkey sausage. When YN felt helpless in situations she just liked to cook but she would never tell him she fixed everything in the house cause she didn't know what else to do other than cook and her surprise...

"Wow bae this is a lot" "I'm gonna eat too" he came over giving her a kiss "you not inviting nobody else?" "No.... Should I?" "I mean I kinda interrupted your thing with Melo last night so..." he didn't finish his sentence "it's fine bae" "okay... just making sure" she fixed him a plate and grabbed him a water bottle. " I love you" "I love you too" "when I walked in last night and you were sleep I can just tell He's in love with you and I feel like you have feelings too .... Do I think you'll act on them no but I want you to be honest with me and yourself" The words flowed out his mouth nonchalantly completely catching her off guard

"yeah..." "yeah I'm right?" "It's so early do we have to do this now?" "I'm not going no where I just wanna know what's going on" she sighed "I think it's truth to what you're saying I don't think he's in love with me though I think it's more so feelings of regret cause he assumed I would always be around for ... you know" "and your feelings?" "Are displaced .... I'm very happy here now we're stronger than ever but I would be lying if I said I wanted to see him in a relationship" "so you're allowed to find happiness but he's not?"

"Exactly it's selfish and what he does romantically has nothing to do with me it honestly never did " "I don't think it's romantic feelings bae ... I think you don't want him in a relationship cause then he won't just be available to you like he is now cause I can't always be here and you like your friend in the house cause at least you had something at one point most importantly your in the same city" she sat there really thinking "yeah I think you're right" he smiled "I'm so damn good" "whateverrrrr" she laughed uncomfortably "I hope this shows how much I trust you and how much I'm determined to be friends and lovers" "definitely .... Now let's eat cause I have a surprise for you"

"oh shit I'm excited" "oh well....calm down it's just a little something" she laughed "what is it?" "you remember the last time I was at your place...and you wouldn't tell me your surprise....cause im not patient? keep that same energy" "oooooh you so petty" he laughed "I just like making you wait...." "mmmm what I tell you about that teasing shit" "is this teasing?" "yup....but since you started it ima finish it .....later" she licked her lips "mhm okay" "Oh? you think im playing?" "no you not playing but ....neither am I" "mmm okay"

"bae stop" "stop what?" "You gon tease me bad?" "Nah" she exhaled smiling "oh okay" "ima tease you good" she kisses her teeth "boy why would you say that" he laughed "don't play I might tie that ass up" "with what?" "Im sure you got something in here I can use" "I'm not helping you find it" he laughed "I'll just pin you down or hold your hands... either way you gon do what I say" she bit her lip "you hear me?" He asks looking at her dead in her eyes "100%" "you like when I talk to you like that ... freaky ass" "shhhhh" she laughed "everytime I look at your perfect face I really be like this the same girl that swallows all of me... and my family thinks is an angel wow" "angel for them hoe for you.... Will always be my philosophy" "well damn bae" "a wife has to be all of it wrapped into one" "mmmm well you definitely that" "I know" she smiled finishing her juice

After they get finish eating and joking she guides him to the living room. "now bae I was working all morning on this so if I missed something you can add it but ....close your eyes let me grab it" he laughed listening "okay bae" "okay open" YN made a calendar that shows all his games and meeting plus all his days with deuce and deuces school activities and her free days to fly in all color coordinated. She couldn't read his face she had never seen him make this face

"ummmm let me explain before you say anything.... green is your stuff pink is when im available to travel blue is when i'm free but not free enough to travel Red is all the days you have Deuce yellow is Deuce activities and I have it all written down too and I put it in your iPad so it can sync to your phone too and just incase I have new things to come up or you do because our schedule is ever evolving but also because I want this to be as easy as possible for you so I hope it makes it better" "Come here sit on my lap" she was nervous but she listened

"yes?" "This is the best gift anybody has ever got me" "bae you --" he cuts her off "i'm serious bae you woke up early to do this and you still fixed me breakfast ....I love you and this will help me a lot" " I just don't want you feeling how you was feeling last night" "gimme kiss big head" she smiled kissing his lips slowly "mmm" "damn you so special" "okay bae stop" "nah let me hype my girl you so damn amazing the way you look out for me and you really care for me I've never seen no shit like that" "well you're welcome... I love you" "I love you too thank you for listening ...."

"Always" his lips quickly find her neck sucking softly "mmm" "what's that? You like that?" "Yes ... I do" " I like you" she laughed "babyyyy" "you like me?" "A lot a lot" "you like going steady with me?" "For nowwww" he smacked his lips "wym for now?" "I mean this is cute.... But can you handle me?" "I handle you all day long I don't know why you playing lil girl" she laughed "I enjoyed my time In Boston I wish I could do it more" "you can.." "how?" "The thing with Deuce won't happen everytime" "yeah I know I just feel like until he knows me then maybe I shouldn't go to the games he's at like last week worked out perfectly because I had an outfit and I looked good and Deuce fell asleep right before the game and didn't come"

"you did look good.... Like extra good it was casual but you looked ... mmmm I don't know if I like Wednesday night or Friday night look better " she smiled "you don't get that often huh? I guess when we step out I usually am extra girly" "I like that too tho Bae but yeah it was nice to see you in the baggy clothes cause I can still see your body but it was just... so damn sexy" "I'll keep that in mind .... I didn't know if you would like it" he massaged her butt bringing her close kissing her lips "I know what you doing Jay" "what I'm doing?" "Teasing...." "that outfit on Friday could've easily have been a date night fit" "how much longer am I gonna have to wait?" She says on his lips "for what?" "This dick" "tell me how much ... you want it"

"Jayson ..." "hmmm?" "I want you really bad all I keep thinking about is the plane.... And how you let me take control" "you like being in control?" "I did up there I like knowing that you let me .... And you can take it back at anytime" "I like that you know that" she bit her lip "that you have full control? Absolutely" "that turns you on ..... don't it?" She nodded her head and then kissed him hard she began to grind he pulls away slowly

"you not in charge today though.... today I'm gonna have full control Of your body" "you're gonna tie me up?" His fingers slide her pajama shorts to the side his eyes close when he feel her wetness. "Shhhh.... Let me hear your Pussy .... Stop talking" she gasps breathing heavy as his fingers slide inside her moving extremely slow. She grinds against fingers feeling this unbearable hunger for him she needed him. He did something inside of her that made her jolt forward "fuck fuck fuck that feels so good" "shhh or I'll stop" she kissed his jawline and then buried her head in his neck suck softly so she wouldn't make any noise. "I know you about to cum all over my fingers but I want you to hold it" YN whined "I want you to cum in my mouth instead"

he felt her smile he picks her up taking them to the bedroom. He strips and she takes her shirt off before she could take her shorts off he was in between her legs. Licking her clit painfully slow. "Jayson please..." he slides his fingers inside of her massaging the same spot as before while creating a section around her clit "ooooou thank you thank you" she loved looking down at him. Her hands played in his curls as she moaned softly. As he got more into it he would let out a noise that sounded like a growl pulling her closer to his face .... And that made her completely lose it.

"Ohhhhhh my goshhhhhh Jayyyyyyy" she felt him smile he kissed up her body immediately sliding in "kiss me" she says he kisses her as his hips began to thrust slowly. "I really was gon tease you until I felt this pussy" she smiled "you act like you ain't know" "I rediscover you every time I feel you" "woah that was beautiful" she kissed him he smiled "you're so beautiful baby" she kissed his lips almost losing it she fumbled over her words he watched her intensely "say it baby tell me you beautiful" "I'm...beau--" "bae say it" his voice became more forceful "fuck im beautiful" "yeah you are and don't you forget that shit" "Oh God--" he laughed slightly

"fuck you about to make me......" "you wanna cum for me daddy?" "..... oh shit" he released inside of her with no warning "mmmmmmm" it was warm it felt so good. He never stopped his hips "Jay..." "I'm not stoping bae" he kisses her it was sloppy but passionate "ohhhhhhhh goshhh" her hand came in between his hips and hers. "Wasn't expecting that... was you?" "Feels so good baby.... I'm about to—" "hold it for me and breath" "mmmmm but baby—-" "if you ask nicely" "Daddy can I cum please" his hand pushes down on her stomach so his thumb could rub her clit. "Look me in my eyes" "pleaseee?" "Yeah you can cum for me .... Let everybody know who making you cum" "Jaysonnnnnnnnnn" she said loudly "hmmmm? What's my name" "oh fuck Jayson .... Making this pussy Cum" "who pussy?" "Yourssssss" "you be creaming all on this dick you so damn beautiful.... Pretty pussy" he maintained eye contact with her as she continued to break. "Feels so good" "fuckkkk" he groaned as he released inside of her again. He pulls out slowly

"whew" she said smiling he laid down "I hope you good cause I'm tapped out" "I'm good.." she kissed his forehead laughing a little bit "good" "but if I wasn't you would have to find the energy" She stands up grabbing her big t shirt sliding it on her body and then laying back down "not today...." "You can't be cumming and then keep going that's why you so tired" "you trying to call me old?" "Yupp that's exactly what I'm saying" "even if I was old I'm an athlete I got stamina" "you didn't today... and that's okay" she laughed he rolled his eyes getting up she could tell he was annoyed so she stopped laughing but she was still smiling

"bae I was joking" "don't joke about our sex life... when you know I wasn't " he cuts himself off "that's a brief period in our relationship.... It's over now" "whatever" he walks out of the room after putting on shorts. She gets up following him down the stairs "what is the problem Jayson!!" "take yo ass back upstairs" "No!! because I make one joke and you're storming off" "it wasn't funny though" "Well i'm sorry" "alright" "what's the issue" "what's your issue?" "My boyfriend is mad at me....and I don't like that" she walks over to him kissing his chest looking up at him She figured if she tried the sweet approach she would get further

"Im not mad....I just--" "I hurt your feelings..?" "well....yeah" "Im sorry...You're the best lover I've ever had and I mean that" He smiled "yeah?" "the only reason I felt like I could say that is because I thought you knew that bae plus I know if I said I want some more right now you would give it to me...so I am sorry" He picks her sitting her on the island "what makes it good for you?" "babyyy" she whined "I need to hear you say it" She took a deep breath he could tell she was getting shy he found that cute

"I don't know how to explain." "try bae" "well..." he cuts her off as soon as she looks down "look at me in my eyes and tell me" She looks up at him speaking softly "well like it just seems you always know what to say and where to touch me...and I like that a lot" His fingers casually went up and down her thighs "Like I can read your mind?" "yeah.... you've opened up my eyes to things I didn't even know I liked until you said them" he kissed her lips softly. "like what" "mmmm" "Like what?" he kissed her lips asking again "that....I like it when you do that" "what I do?" He smiled "you talk to me like..you pry answers out of me but reassure me while making me feel like the sexiest woman on this planet and like I can do no wrong...you just make me feel so damn good" "i'm glad I do that for you bae"

"what I do for you?" "make me feel like nobody in the world can fuck you the way I fuck you....I honestly believe no man in this world knows your body the way that I do ....can make you cum like I do any of that" "their isn't" he kissed her lips again "niggas cant even handle you ...they wouldn't know what to do with your ass" "what you mean" "I handle you" "handle me?" "Yeah bae you know good and well I know how to put you in your place I let you be loud and talk all that shit but at the end of the day you know who's running the show" she bit her lip "I guesssss" she smiled making him smile too "deny deny deny that's fine but we know the truth" he kisses her again this time pulling her body closer to him. "We'll handle me now" "in what way?" "I want you" she whined "one thing you did get right is I have more energy"he sighed "more energy to do what though?"

"Give you another round ... if that's what you were talking about you wanted" "what do you think I wanted?" "Yn you know you gotta say that shit don't fuckin play with me" he says roughly making her smile "I like to play with you....." "ight bet" he picks her up taking her back to the bedroom she couldn't help but smile "since you like to play with me Ima play with you... stay there don't move" he went to his bag grabbing his belt coming back to the bed he climbs on top of her.

"Give me your hands" she hesitates so he grabbed them roughly tying his belt around them making makeshift handcuffs then he takes the shirt she has on pulling it over her head and tying it onto her headboard. "See how far you can move your hands" she moved her arms just to the point where she could see them at the top of her head "right here I think" she said softly he smiled at how she was already submitting "keep them flat on the bed" she listens watching him anticipating his next move

"You scared?" He asked staring in her eyes she shook her head no "just excited" "what you think gon happen?" He stands up "you're gonna fuck me good" "damn when if it's not good?" She swallows hard "it will be .... I have all faith in you" he smiled "you didn't think about something though" his fingers slowly started slowly going down her body she bit her lips watching his hand slowly "you thinking about something you missed?" His fingers rested right below her tummy threatening to go lower but never doing so her breath became heavy

"what did I miss" "how bad ima tease you...." She swallowed hard "how that sound?" He asks staring in her eyes "Do I have a choice?" She almost moaned "if you want me to stop I will.... But I'm stoping everything" she bit her lip "sounds good" "so what you want me to do?" "Tease me..." "until I wanna stop?" "Yes" he leans over kissing her lips passionately his fingers slide inside of her making her gasp in between the kiss. "Don't moan" "at all?" He smiled "at all" her eyes closed "and you gotta look at me" "babyyyyyy" she whined "what?" He kissed her forehead as her hips started to move slowly against his hand

"it's a lot of rules" "want me to stop?" "No" she said softly "you hear that noise your pussy making? You loving this don't even lie to me" "I wasn't gonna lie" "focus on cumming for me" "maybe if my hands weren't tied" "too bad they are" she pouts as his thumb rubs over her clit "ahhhh" "no moaning" she bits her lip "baby" she gasp "hmmm? Tell me what's happening?" "I'm cummingggg" "that's a funny way of asking" "can I .... Please" "good girl ... cum for me" her body shakes against him he climbs on top of her kissing her roughly. "Tell me what you want from me" "Jayson... what are you doing to me" "saying thank you...now tell me" "make love to me" he climbs on top of her kissing her lips and then kissing down her body slowly "spread your legs for me" she listened but he felt like she didn't do it fast enough so aggressively forced her legs apart "what you want now?" "Untie me.... I can't —-" he started to kiss on her inner thighs making her more weak "we're getting to my favorite part" "Jayson... please" her hips wiggled as she moved them up and down he darted his tongue out making contact with her clit she shivered

"I thought you like to be tease?" "This is too much" "but look how wet you are...." He kissed her again and then licks his lips "yes" "yes what?" "I—" "stop? You want me to stop?" "Ughhhh" he smirked "is that frustration?" "Yes! I don't play with you like this" "cause you know better" the tip of his tongue carefully traced around her clit before he completely took it in his mouth "mmmmmmm" soon after his fingers were inside of her "feel like I told you not to moan.... Maybe I should stop" "no ... it won't happen again I'm sorry please don't stop" he smiled going right back to his meal he loved how her legs shook and threatened to close around his head but she stopped herself "gosh" she said softly he looks up at her groaning softly as he gets her closer and closer. He kissed up her body making it to her lips sticking his tongue down her throat

"you want more?" "Yes please" "you sure?" "Yes sir" he slides inside of her groaning softly. "I miss touching you..." he kisses her forehead pulling the belt so that the metal piece would come out of the hole and her hands can be free. "That better?" "Yes way better thank you" her hand's immediately went to his back when he slides in. "You feel so fuckin good I love you YN" "I love you to Jay" "how much?" "More than... idk bae a lot" she laughed slightly as his hips started to move slowly

"that little huh?" He smiled "no it's that much that I can't even think of something that measures up to it" "If you could measure the galaxy and count every star in it multiply it be a thousand.....that's what would measure to how much I love you" he clearly didn't want her response because he kissed her hard as his hips increased

"mmmmmmmm" she moaned into his hand while staring in his eyes he smiled "good girl" he kisses her forehead and she breaks almost immediately. "Baby.... Pleasee" "please what?" "Cum for me.... Please" he placed two fingers in her mouth she sucks them softly "yeah.... Just like that keep looking at me" he loved the feeling of her mouth sucking any part of his body.... Plus the eye contact he was definitely ready to explode and so he did. She smiled when he closed his eyes because it was too much for him. "Shit...." He said softly. When he pulled out he aimed for her stomach but it was all the way up by her boobs too. "I'm a toaster strudel?" "I should've made a design then" he laughed getting up he disappeared to the bathroom but came back quickly wiping her down.

"Thank you baby" "mhm you know I got you" "that thing you said earlier...it's really sticking with me" he sat down on the edge of the bed with a worried look on his face "what thing?" "It was so beautiful ... how you rediscover me everytime you feel me" he smiled "well that was true bae...." "Does it only apply to sex?" "Hmmm" he sat there really thinking which made her smile he starts talking again "I don't know the answer to that because it's loaded" she bit her lip

"do you mind explaining a lil bit" he laughed "yeah um I study you everyday regardless of if we're together or apart I learn something new about you everyday so I don't know if that's rediscovering or if it's just me still getting to know you." "That makes a lot of sense" "yeah probably because it's the truth" he joked then he continued talking "come here" she sits up with the sheet wrapped around her body "yesss?" He kissed her forehead "you stuck with me .... You not go nowhere .... You hear me" she smiled "good cause I don't want too" "that's good .... Cause you no longer have that choice"

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luna-loner · 1 year ago

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Hi!

Take that as me considering you the Kanzaki connaisseur, but I was genuinely curious about your point of view on a trivia:

Yoshida Taisei crush on Kanzaki Yukiko. It's only ever mentionned in the character profiles, and they don't interact in canon.

The logic goes that he sees her - and his expression softens up - when he turns his head to his left, since their seating is next to each other. (and Hazama has the time of her life observing the shenanigans from her seat behind Kanzaki 😂)

I don't ship them in the slightest, but I think that we can look at it as yet another point on how Kanzaki is percieved by her classmates;

Yoshida is her polar opposite, and I personally imagined the crush to be very surface-level, attached moreso to her exterior and assumed identity of "sweet, demure girl with good grades" (very realistic middle school crush, in a way 😂).

But still, I was wondering what your thoughts on it, your input, are. Their constrast is interesting, to say the least, and I guess we can either ignore it/find a way to go around it, or use it to see what it tells us about these two.

Do you have any headcanons or anything about Yukiko's point of view, etc etc.?

Thanks in advance, have a good day! :)

What if I told you I briefly shipped them at one point? The Tough motorcycle guy x Madonna gamer girl dynamic is pretty fun to think about. Give me a proper lady on her boyfriend's bike and I'll kiss your generous hands. (Meanwhile, Papa Kanzaki looks like he's about to have a panic attack XD)

I've never invested in Yoshida, so this ship didn't sail for me. The ideas above were me seeing him as a trope rather than a character. And GakuYuki's already living rent-free in my mind

That said, from what I've read about him, I interpreted his character as a secret softie with a tough exterior. A nice guy who likes other nice people; it'd make sense why he'd like Yukiko.

I think Yukiko has noticed him looking at her, and it has made her uncomfortable given her horrible luck with men. It doesn't help that the Terasaka gang weren't the most cooperative and agreeable bunch early on in the series.

But as the year goes on and the gang gets along with the rest of 3E, she starts to see them in a more positive light. As for bike boy, he challenges her to racing games as a way to get close to her. (Also because he was surprised she turned out to be a master gamer and thought it was cool) Yoshida would always drop some vehicle facts. Sure, it's mostly bike-related but he knows some stuff about cars, trains, and even planes. Yukiko may not be interested in these things, but she respects him for cultivating such vast knowledge on something he's passionate about. My girl can relate since she prolly knows so much about her hobbies and passions (flowers, Japanese, games, elderly care, etc...).

And ofc, we can't NOT bring up Hara. I like to think Yukiko visits her often to learn recipes for the elderly, and Yoshida tags along (when he's not hanging out with the gang). This gives them more opportunities to interact, and Hara probably has some funny stories from Yoshida's childhood. I can also see the three eventually forming study groups even during high school, and Yukiko helping Yoshida with Japanese (and maybe other subjects) either through texts or in-person. Another thing, they'd definitely partner up to plan Hara's birthday surprises and figure out which gifts to buy.

Hazama would not be Hazama if she doesn't tease the living daylights out of Yoshida. Picture the two sitting together when Hazama casually says Yukiko's behind him (she's not) and Yoshida just jumps. She wouldn't overdo it, or tell the rest of the gang about it (though I don't doubt some of them have noticed, like Itona for example). She'd also try to talk to Yukiko and tactfully bring Yoshida up just to know how the other girl feels about him, or if she's aware of Yoshida's crush on her, which brings me to the next point: All of this fanon interaction can lead to one of two things:

Yoshida starts to see her in a platonic light and they become good friends.

Yoshida's romantic feelings for her grow stronger now that he's gotten to know her a bit more. As for Yukiko, she may or may not like him back.

(Or he starts to see her as friend while she starts to catch feelings for him, which is both hilarious and sad imo...also, why must I torment my girl??)

One more thing, you pointed out how similar they are. I'd like to add that their reason for falling into E Class is virtually the same. She spent too much time at the arcade, while he spent too much time at the racetrack. Whether their relationship takes a romantic or platonic route, I'd like to see them discuss this eventually and bond over it.

And that's all I've got. Sorry it took so long; I was busy irl and didn't know how to properly articulate all my thoughts. I tend to be a perfectionist when it's something related to my best girl, but this was really fun to think about. Hope you liked it!

#now I kinda wanna ship it #at least as a couple in high school just to give Yukiko some experience in romance #assassination classroom #ansatsu kyoushitsu #kanzaki yukiko #yukiko kanzaki #yoshida taisei #taisei yoshida #asks #headcannons

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sizhui · 1 year ago

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Guys i rewrote BEFORE SHE CALLS THEM TO DINNER almost in entirety its here under the cut check itout ♡

Before she calls them to dinner: a family haunted

"When my father left Ma, she moved away to a beach house." says Faust’s boyfriend once they finish. Still in bed, they are all too comfortable for a conversation about the dead - but pacified by the act, his anger seems frayed at the edges, so Faust lets him talk. he asks him,

"What was she like?"

"Two storeys tall, with uneven stone walls. Some of the furniture in there was plastic and modern, and some was old. On the kitchen counter, there was an aquarium with no fish."

It takes a moment for Faust’s confusion to subside, a moment to realize that he’s talking about the house and not the woman. He tells him,

"So any old house at the coast, yeah?"

"Mm. It was built on a crag hanging over a small cove. It would be unfair to call it a cliff. The water there was shallow and green.”

Unable to stand it anymore, Faust gives in to the urge to ask; “Fine, that’s the house. But what about your Ma, Beowulf?”

The anger in him breathes; inflates, deflates. Finally, he gives up with a sigh: “Whenever I picture her, she has already drowned. She is somewhere at the bottom.”

(i) may all my attempts be fruitful and tender

It’s been around three weeks, a day more or less, since that husband of Wulfie’s finally went and kicked the bucket. Wulfie is Klara’s brother, two whole meters tall with a swimmer’s shoulders to boot. When he married a man, it came to the entire family as a great surprise, but not to Klara - he’d always been a strange one, that boy.

Though she spent a considerable amount of time sifting through thought and memory to get them in perfect order, the long willowy shape of their mother kept resurfacing into the space behind Klara’s eyelids, glistening as though slathered in oil. The post-funerary unrest seemed to remind her of the time when Mama passed away - no pomp and no nonsense, the contours of Papa’s face lax in morbid relief as he told them that he wouldn’t be driving them to her place on the fifteenth. More clearly than his expression, though, Klara can recall the cigarette hanging out of the corner of his lips; crooked, heavy. Waiting for the man’s mouth to open in a wail and let it drop.

It never did. The S. family spared little sympathy for this youngest daughter in law of theirs, and neither tears nor ram’s blood were spilled in her honor. Even her two small children shed none! Klara felt pressured into silence, moreso by the idea of her mother’s hungry ghost than the parade of solemnity around her. The grief of a child was just too unseemly, so crude, clumsy and aimless. If they couldn’t mourn her elegantly, Klara felt that Mama would have preferred to be forgotten entirely. When the funeral rolled around, for appearance’s sake, the grandmas and uncles all pretended to be sad - Laura was so young, simply such a raw talent! But that, a posthumous speech, was how everyone talked about Mama even before she was gone, so nothing ended up changing too much, and Klara was glad for it. It wouldn’t have changed much if Klara and Wulfie had cried as they lowered the casket.

Anyhow, right before they left the church, Wulfie ended up making a scene. One of the aunties told him, it seems, that people don’t come back anymore once you put them into the ground. So he really is simple, was Klara’s long overdue realization. It’s not like he didn’t know? People die on TV at home all the damn time. It took a peach-colored church devoted to the virginal heart of Mary and a bumpy graveyard sloping downhill in three layers to drill the permanence of death into that child’s head. Papa’s futile attempts to separate Wulfie from the church magazine rack he’d clung to in the wake of his tantrum embarrassed him, and he ended up smacking the boy twice on the behind in retaliation… It was really unsightly. That might have been Klara’s first time going to stand a bit off to the side pretending not to know her father and brother, hoping that her features would not betray their relation.

For one reason or another, each of Klara’s attempts to reasonably convince herself that she did all she could to help Wulfie growing up ran into the same deadend. She barely forced herself to call when she heard the news last month… so when he picked up they both just silently breathed into the speaker. After five or so distorted puffs she heard Wulfie say, “Klara?” She can’t imagine what he must’ve thought. She held her breath for a while then, listening for movement from the other side of the line.

These days she questions everything. Maybe a depth has always slept within Wulfie, choked out and kept hidden by the harshness of his upbringing. Maybe he’s always been like Papa - no, not their foolish father who could only cling to that which he loved without the drive to know it and die for it - like Mama. But Klara had never been anything like either of them, didn’t even like to think about those things. She was always a practical girl.

A practical girl, that’s about right. A practical woman too, thinking about her mother’s funeral and her brother’s dead husband with such a straight face… Dad once called her machiavellian, but she always liked to believe that she was merely sensible, able to say what has to be said with the kind of face people want to see – please consider hiring me, I like effort and work and mediocre men. I like it joyless and hard. Wulfie wasn’t as verbose as Dad but he had more resolve when it mattered – A stone-cold bitch, he called her once, and she supposed it was fair but…

She's getting put off by this train of thought. She ought to think about something else. Against her will, her thoughts venture to the beach house where Mama lived in early summer, the peeling walls of what must’ve once been a lovely home to somebody else entirely. Muted beige and the drone of the external AC unit blended together into a monotony so fatal that not even all the music that woman played could have disrupted it. Mama’s singing echoing through the rooms, the faint lilt of her dialect versus the weight of a profound sadness -

“A mouse has grazed my entire field… Oh my Lord, what shall I reap now?”

The song told Klara that Mama was in one of her mellow moods, so she rapped her knuckles against the door with utmost gentleness. Laura brought both her palms down upon the piano keys at once, a sonant noise pierced the afternoon like an arrow…

“Well, what do you think? Am I improving?” is what she asked her daughter at that time. Her foot had gotten tangled in the remains of some plastic bag. Klara told her that her performance was a bit sad, and she got upset, told her something really fucked; told her,

“I’m gonna keep living like this for as long as it’s funny - and then I’ll just stop!” she laughed, a startling sound like marbles falling down the stairs. “I don’t care what the side characters think! Who are you? And you?”

“You make even a jokey song sound like somebody died,” Klara tried her best to elaborate, to make that mother of hers see some reason in her actions. And suddenly as though sobering up, Mama shook the plastic bag off of her foot and looked at Klara with a fondness that she hadn’t expected to see that month. “Who says it’s a joke, Little Thyme? Surely, even at this moment, thousands of people are losing their fields to infestations. How unfortunate…”

Klara wanted to tell her that they won’t let Wulfie go to school cause he was seven and didn’t yet talk like the other kids did, and to tell her that she liked painting, and that Papa had called her insane again… but she didn’t, because she would’ve reaped no benefits from that. That’s the kind of woman Klara was. She said “At least pest control will never go out of business…” or some such trivial garbage.

She doesn’t know why she’s thinking about Mama in front of Wulfie’s front door – She knows, she knows, she just won’t admit it – but she is, so deeply that she startles when she hears a distant scrape and realizes that no one’s opened the door yet, it’s just the taxi pulling away from the driveway. Signaling that she’ll take five minutes at most, she stares at the aged door of that familiar beach house and knows it’ll be heavy, that crossing the threshold would be the hardest thing she’d do in her whole life. She watches the door in patient horror, and she doesn’t imagine that Wulfie would look like the last time she saw him, that big young man in a severe shirt. She thinks a seven-year-old boy would swing the door open and sob into her skirts like they're a church magazine rack…

And then she reaches for it, feeling like an executioner at the gallows, and knocks.

(ii) singing - la la - they go

This woman here is named Laura.

Missus S. is a moniker reserved for the bile-filled mouths of adversaries. Mama is the one who cracks jokes while fumbling with the piano for their daughter’s amusement. The death god appears and disappears as the two of them come together, the only hands that can stop the raging god that rests inside his flesh.

Alone with Marion below a dim Zagabrian afternoon, she is Laura. Lau, the way she sits on the barstool, drinking liquor she shouldn't be drinking with half a sardonic smile hanging from her lips, ra, the dirty band-aid on the bruise underneath her right eye. Marion knows what Laura is. He has no interest in his glass of wine, and yet he sips from it with a religious focus. His eyes though, betraying him, slide ever so slightly to the left. Ah -

“My dearest Mary, is there something unseemly on my face?”

The god inside Marion stirs.

“Well… if I do, wipe it off for me, will ya?”

Marion and Laura’s first date had been to a masquerade ball right before Monday of Ash. Laura had come with her schoolmates, and asked him whether he’d disguised himself as a philosophy student, or he really had no money for a better blazer. Marion lowered his glass of beer too quickly and some of it soiled his already filthy sleeve. Laura laughed, unabashed with her own absence of care, thought or ideal. The angel’s wings upon her back shook and shivered.

It's a dim afternoon and they're sitting in a dirty bar somewhere in the neighborhood, and that was almost five years ago. Laura is still laughing.

“Come on. You’re clearly ogling at something.”

„There's nothing,“ Angry Marion, Marion who walks six feet above the ground. Laura crawling in the city shadows, Laura’s fingers dancing across the piano keys like the nonexistent bones in a spider.

„My beautiful eyes?“

Marion who ignores the taunting.

„My blinding smile? You can wipe that off if you’d like, too.“

Marion rips the band-aid off of her face with a sickening squelch…?

“Keep going,” Laura tells him.

So Marion keeps going. The edges of his self burn away as he allows the deity beneath his skin to bloom and flow through his veins. Teeth bared, he shows her his true face: this power to devour, to feed on war and travesty. Old gods desire blood and flesh, and Marion provides. He is hungry, and he wants all their lives to fill the god-sized hole inside him. How corrupt of him, how awful.

Until –

„Already done.“

Slender fingers wrapped around Marion’s wrist so gently that no one would think Laura was capable of it. Against his will, Marion is anchored, pulled along with the tide. Can a suicide be a crime of passion? Yes, yes, yes, Mary, yes. And then Mary-god is just Marion again, stripped of the sentimentality of the immortal, and all his limbs tremble as he collapses into Laura’s arms, limply falling back onto the cheap double mattress.

“You’re so quiet. Could you even be honest if you tried?“ He pauses, feeling the godhood retreat into the depths of his belly.

Laura frowns a little, a phantasm in white sheets. “That hurts,“ she says in a tone most conversational. Then she stands up to get dressed, an undershirt and a shirt and a tweed dress. It's a sight straight out of a horror movie, her bare body, ordinary and clean with nothing to suggest how terrifying it feels to press up against her skin.

"Where are you going?" Marion attempts – and fails – to sound uninterested.

"Oh?" Laura turns around at the doorstep, the barest hint of a smile on her lips. "I thought you were angry with me, still."

"Always am," says Marion, and then adds, "Look after yourself, or else I’ll be the one to kill you."

"What an opportunity! I must see to it, then," Laura pauses to grab one of Marion's hats from the coat rack and places it neatly atop her head. "My, my, as though I’d let myself be killed by just anyone. No one is Mary!"

No one is Mary. Marion wonders, in the hypothetical space inside Laura's mouth, how many versions of that statement exist, to how many people it has been rephrased: no one is Eva. No one is Robin the psychiatrist. No one is -

"Now, now, I can see you’re thinking something mean. Behave and I’ll wake you up nicely." Laura tips the hat’s brim. "Good night, Mary."

Marion spits – red from his split lip – near Laura’s feet. "Don't test me."

“My, my,” Laura simply smiles, the warmth in her voice so strange. "I'll be a dead woman in the morning if I do.“

(iii) the missing rib

“Eve, lend me a match?”

Eva studies the friend on the other side of the booth: Laura’s elbows are on the table, her face squished between her palms. It’s the way a child might sit, and yet everyone knows what she is, what she does. Deathwish Laura, Laura who believes that to live is to devour others.

Eva gives up and slides a matchbox across the table, and Laura’s clawed hand makes a grab for it as though someone has been waiting, as though someone would snatch it away from her.

"Hey," Eva protests. "You said one.“

"I've tried sharing and I've tried caring," Laura smiles sweetly. "Neither has worked out for me."

"I know this of you," says Eva with a somewhat troubled smile. She’s always been too soft when it comes to Laura - she’s not sure what Laura does to her: maybe she put a hole in her, maybe she grew roots in her. Maybe both of those make for the same deadend.

"Besides, Eve," Laura says quietly, like sharing a secret. "What if you die tomorrow?"

"Why would I die tomorrow?" Eva laughs into her glass, but Laura looks grave all of a sudden, an uneasy look that doesn't suit her.

"This is a cruel world we live in," Laura twirls a lock of hair around her finger. "Any of us could die at any time. Don't you know that kings kept skulls in their palaces to remind them of it? Memento mori, I say, memento mori!"

Eva heaves a sigh. "I don't understand you, Laura. You're an amazing person, but you're always talking about death. It's weird."

Laura takes this as a compliment, maybe. "Does that mean I can keep the matches?" she feigns an innocent gaze, spinning the little red and yellow cardboard box in her nimble fingers.

"Sure," Eva gives up. "If you take it I won’t smoke. You’re doing me a favor."

"Perfect!" Laura claps her hands. "Now when Eve dies, every time I go for a smoke it'll be like smoking with her again."

"Laura," Eva rolls her eyes heavenwards. "There you go, being morbid again! I don't want to think about it so prematurely."

"I hope you understand," Laura goes on, "that you saying my name has a unique side effect of pulling me out of a haze and back into the harsh reality where I'm sitting with a matchbox in one hand and a glass of whiskey in the other and confronting my own twisted existence. Which reminds me, I promised Robin a dinner tonight."

"Robin is out of town," used to Laura’s ramblings, Eva ignores her.

Laura shrugs, "Do you really never think about your own mortality?"

"I don't see the point," Eva downs her drink. "We all run out of luck sooner or later."

"What’s your favorite book, Eve?”

Eva eyes her. It’s not like Laura is particularly interested in books, but she likes to ask things like this, just to make you aware of how she knows what’s close to your heart at all times.

“You wouldn’t know of it,” says Eva.

"Ah, the everlasting wish of casket-sleepers to create something immortal!" Laura exclaims woefully, pretending to swoon. "They say that a part of the author always survives in the book. Hey, Eve, do you think I could read that first page you’ve been writing for a month? I'm very interested in your legacy."

"Maybe some other time," Eva humors her. She studies Laura as she tinkers with the matchbox. Open-closed. Open-closed.

"I should be a writer, too," Laura muses. "It's such a creative way to deliver a piece of your mind into this world. Nay, I think I'll stick to music and violence. When you're in Rome..." she gives a graceful little sigh.

"You're an interesting person, Laura. I wonder what you'd write."

"A eulogy," Laura giggles into her palm. "Ooh, or a suicide note."

"You want everyone to believe you're a heartless murderer," Eva studies Laura’s unreadable smile, the one that looks like a barricade or a brick wall. "But you're not."

This seems to surprise her, and she laughs quickly, lifting his eyebrows. "Ah, you're right. I'd say I'm actually an incredibly hearty murderer.”

Laura stands up abruptly and puts on an out-of-place looking fedora hat. "I'm afraid I have to be on my way. Alas, the night is young, and alas I've promised myself."

"Ah." Eva nods. "Take care. See you Tuesday.” But as Laura faded into the crowd, a little knowledge that it would be the last time borrowed itself to her mind.

(iv) lamento

Marion kicks the door shut, and immediately frowns when he turns. Laura is already there, sitting at the foot of his bed and staring into empty space. There’s a whole human skull in her hand, an off-white like the shell of an egg. He spends some time observing how bone is stitched together, stiff and firm, so unlike the tender gore he’s used to.

“Hey,” Says Marion when a minute’s gone by and neither of them has looked at the other, “When’d you return? The seminar doesn’t end till Tuesday.”

He squares his shoulders when no answer comes, none of their usual banter, but he won’t ask Laura what’s wrong. He won’t comfort her. In all these years, they’ve never once exchanged such words.

“I’ll be away for a while. Just wanted t’let you know,” Laura proclaims after a while and artfully spins the skull in her fingers.

“I’ll open a bottle of wine and have a divine night without you.” says Marion. “I’m not in the mood for your mind games tonight, I think.”

“Eve is dead,” says Laura, and rolls the skull across the floor.

Marion stands very still for a moment as he watches it hit the wall, make the pitiful last few inches and then still, “So she is.”

“Tired of life, Mary?”

“I’m sorry that I don’t keep track of the whole pack of humans you keep on a leash for fun,” Marion is suddenly, and inexplicably, mad. “I’ll humor you. So you’ll do what now? Leave this city? Leave our children behind?"

Laura rubs her hands like they’re itching underneath the sleeves, “I’m going to live in a way that honors her thought.”

Marion’s fingers pause around the third button of his vest. Laura could’ve slit her wrists and painted the whole room red, and it would’ve surprised him less than this proclamation. “Good luck with that,” He throws his vest and shirt across the room with enough force to resound in the momentary silence.

“I’m serious.”

“Don’t make me laugh,” Marion watches her through narrowed eyes, this thing splayed across the ornate bed – this bed where they do what humans do: where Laura had once, with playful eyes, strangled a man with one of Marion’s ties and promptly cut him apart in the bathtub. He scoffs. “Laura, you’ve never done a god-honoring thing in your whole piece of shit existence.”

“Eve knew so,” Laura shrugs, and then looks thoughtful. “And she told me to do so anyway. It scared me when I realized she knew what I was. Looked right into my eyes and saw me. It frightened me to the core. What a wonderful feeling, fear. No one’s ever scared me like that before.”

“Bullshit,” Marion spits. “What could she understand?”

Laura laughs, a joyless sound. “You trying to say you understand?”

“Takes a character to know one.”

“You could never understand.” Says Laura, and her voice is cooler than it’s ever been before. “Your head’s so full of things. You’re much above the line of humanity and I’m much below. How could you understand?”

Marion stares at Laura for a while as she crawls across the floor to pick her skull up. Something about the sight finally sickens him to the point where he turns away and towards the vanity, “Then just go. The fuck did you even come to say goodbye for?”

“Would you prefer an honest answer or a poetic one?”

Marion clenches his jaw so hard that it goes white in the reflection contained within his newly cracked mirror. Inside him, the god stirs with a ferocity of a whole night of slaughter. He barks a laugh more than exhales it;“Of all the damn misery in the world, I had to be born as an extra in your story.”

“Now that’s pretty poetic.” Laura tilts her head, “I’m sure you’ll find a nice hill to die on, Mary. Cause that’s all you wanted when you became my lover, wasn’t it? Something worth dying for, anything. Doesn’t matter what thing.”

“Don’t project.”

“I’m not. You’re just the most like me,” In a rare occasion, Laura turns and looks him straight in the eye. For all of this, she can be a surprisingly timid woman. “Eve understood, but you’re the most like me. That’s why I came.”

“Whatever. We stick together because we’re not so easily breakable. Can’t be said for old Eve.”

“I’ll kill you,” Laura’s voice is entirely even. “You think I won’t? I wouldn’t even lift a finger. I’d just have to leave you alone and you’d rot, my friend.”

“I know you would,” Marion spits back. “But would it be easy? Nothing showing on that ugly mug of yours?”

Laura is silent. Silent, silent, not even a shuffle. “You wound me. Of course I’d cry before I sent you off.”

“Get out,” Marion says without turning. “Get the fuck out of here and don’t you come back.”

Marion waits for the creak of mattress springs as Laura stands up, for his hat to be stolen, for her to laugh with a good night – but nothing comes.

He stands perfectly still as the sun sinks into the muddy water outside the window and the room falls dark around him, and doesn’t lap up the contents of the dusty bottle of wine after smashing it against the wall. He feels the god stir inside him, begging to be released, to hunt, to grieve, to take what it wants to take. It hurts. Everything hurts. It hurts – but why, Marion doesn’t know. Why? He thinks. Why is he mad?

What is it that he wants to take back? He would never gain the capacity to figure it out.

(v) stay a while, thou art so -

Wulfie gets into a fight with one of the biggest guys in his class on the first night of the graduation trip, and smacks the teacher who tried to separate them on top of it. All in all spoils the last bleak traces of hope for the future in him, and as he waits to be sent back across the border he furiously taps his foot.

„I have four hundred Euros in my suitcase. Run away with me, won't you?“

The other boy’s name is Faust, and the two of them are nothing akin to friends. They're not even acquaintances. He's almost as tall as Wulfie, his hair long and curled like a girl's. Everyone calls him a faggot, so that's what Wulfie called him too after Faust had slammed a fist into his stomach.

„Or would you rather go back home and have your bitch of a sister yell at you for embarrassing the family? What?“ adds Faust when he notices Wulfie's face is rapidly draining of color, „I listen and know things! Listening and knowing things are the basics upon which the human race evolved… into beasts, that is.“

Wulfie thinks about Klara and her gloomy older boyfriend who drives her to college in a silver car, and feels his stomach make a cartwheel. He and the boy who started beating him first ditch the class and walk around Barcelona until midnight, and then Faust gets them a room in a cheap hotel an hour away from the city center.

Wulfie frowns, already tired of the adventure. He finds that sharing a space with Faust requires a discomforting amount of small talk. Faust is always, Wulfie thinks about it for a moment, trying to fill in all the empty space around himself. Sharing an interesting factoid about the local flora. Chatting about the weather. Wondering what people would think about them both disappearing after evidently beating the shit out of each other – they go back and forth through that one several times like, I dunno, maybe they think I killed you. Haha, Beowulf, good one. At least Wulfie can count on Klara to leave him alone when he made it obvious he wants to be alone. Faust is exhausting and incomprehensible.

He starts talking the very moment the door shuts behind them: „The rooms aren't as run down as the lobby, are they? Oh, we've got a little balcony too. Have you seen my laundry bag? The red plastic one – yes, that one. Do you mind if I shower first?“

It goes on even as Faust returns from the bathroom, looking off in a normal pajama shirt, not tightened into the disgustingly neat navy shirt he'd been wearing. He glances to where Wulfie is lying in the middle of the double bed and arches an eyebrow, „Are you feeling okay?“

And that's when the thread of decency in Wulfie finally snaps, he turns his head and bares his teeth, „The hell are you going on about, ah?“

Faust blinks once, feigning ignorance, „You just seem a bit angry all the time. It’s unseemly.“

Wulfie huffs as he stands up and goes to the balcony to smoke, fumbles with the lighter in the dark. A shuffle of socked feet comes from behind – Faust joins him. The balcony is shit just like the rest of the place, just a stripe of concrete framed in poorly molten rusted iron. Faust leans against the wall; Wulfie leans against the railing. It creaks and bends an inch.

Wulfie exhales the first puff of smoke and says, „So?“

Faust has a piece of gum in his mouth. Wulfie can see him move it around the inside of his mouth. „Nothing,“ Faust shrugs. „We're just hanging out.“

„People don't just do that.“ Wulfie frowns, flicks the gathering ashes into the night. „Hang out with me.“

Faust raises both his eyebrows – they're blond like his hair, look too bright and saturated on his face – and says, „Are you blind? You're the big bully here. You've got half the school at your feet.“

There's a weird accusatory undertone to his words, not quite jealousy, but not far from it either. Wulfie supposes Faust isn't very popular. He doesn't really know. Anyway, it annoys him, the presumption that he's simply pretending not to enjoy the negative attention he gets. He frowns, „They're just curious cause I'm tall. Or cause I don't talk. Or doin' a challenge.“

One time a random girl from year eleven had just snuck up on Wulfie in the hallway and kissed him, and Wulfie flinched and shoved her six feet away on instinct. The girl looked at him all wide-eyed for a moment like, what the hell is wrong with you? before rejoining a group of friends who welcomed her full of giggles, without as much as looking at Wulfie who stood there frozen, staring down at his fist. Can't believe you actually did it, Ema!

Wulfie realizes Faust is giving him a pointed, somewhat expectant look, so he shrugs. „People don't give a damn to get to know me, and that's fine by me. It's whatever.“

Faust joins him in testing the limits of the aged railing – it creaks once more under their added weight, but doesn't cave in. He says, „What are you like, then?“

Wulfie scoffs, „I'd say fuck around and find out, but you already did.“

„You're witty.“

„Very funny,“ Wulfie runs his hand through the coarse hair in the back of his head. It needs a trim. „Just figured, even if I spent time with someone from school, it wouldn't be someone like you.“

„Oh?“ Faust arches an eyebrow. „I'll bite. What am I like?“

„I dunno,“ Wulfie narrows his eyes at him for a moment, trying to gather all he knows about Faust into something concise that separates him from the monotone procession of faces at their school. „You've got good grades. You suck up to adults but you actually think they're more worthless than shit. You probably like books. Or theater. Normal stuff like that.“

„Normal?“ Faust sounds surprised. Pleasantly so or not, Wulfie can't tell. Finally, he seems to give in, „Alright, I'm normal.“

An awkward silence settles once more over the tiny balcony. Wulfie's eyes zero in on the faint colored ring his own lipstick has left on the cig, on Faust's long hair. He remembers the way Faust's eyes would narrow when people stared at him, almost a challenge to point out this or that. Right. Just two normal guys, having a normal smoke.

„You know why I asked you to come with me?“ Faust says out of the blue. Wulfie goes to say, I don't really give a damn, but he is a bit curious, and it's not like he has better things to do. „Why?“ He expects Faust to spill the same old bullshit everyone who sucked up to him said about him being really strong and cool.

„Cause you scared me,“ says Faust. „and that was new. The feeling of looking up at someone who could snap me like a twig. It wasn't like in games, or books. It was more real and honest than anything I'd ever felt.“

Wulfie turns and gives him a long stare, then. Faust goes on rambling, „So I decided to run away and go with you. And it was mostly cause… This might sound weird, but I felt like I could relate to you. It might sound stupid now, but that's what I thought… What are you looking at me like that for? Too normal for your tastes?“

Wulfie frowns a bit, „Nah. ‘s just that… you’re the only one who came out here, so.” He waves his hand around vaguely, too overstimulated to really elaborate.

„Now you,“ Faust elbows him in the shoulder. „I told you something I've never told anyone. Now you do it, so we'll be even.“

Wulfie thinks it over, shakes his head, „That’s not how it's supposed to go. Won't be real cause you forced it out of me.“

„So you're the kind of principled man who values honesty like that, Beowulf?“ Faust's voice is airy, like it's not that important at all. „I don't care what it is as long as no one else knows. It doesn't have to be personal or meaningful.“

Wulfie gnashes his teeth. If he hates talking because he’s bad at saying what he means, he hates talking about himself on principle. What’s there left to say? The truth of Wulfie is evident. They can see he wins his fights. They can see he’s used to doing things he doesn’t like. There’s no need to explain it. There has never been a compelling enough reason to.

He imagines an entirely hypothetical conversation – people talking about his lipstick until they didn’t dare to, putting on Klara’s lipstick like he’s trying for a confession without having to say anything. And he didn’t say anything. He just kept beating the shit out of them.

But Faust never really asked him about any of that, did he? He just asked for something, anything. And Wulfie has already slipped into what was almost a conversation way too easily, maybe because Faust doesn’t really register as other people in his head – other people were Klara and Dad and random passersby in the hallway unlucky enough to have found themselves in his proximity. Faust attacked him first and laughed as Wulfie socked him in the face. Just two normal guys having a normal smoke.

“I like bugs,” says Wulfie flatly. “I know a lot about them. When I lose my cool and need to calm down I say their names in my head.”

„Huh,“ Faust huffs a polite laugh into his hand. „Interesting. Now I can't not imagine those in your head as the soundtrack of you throwing punches. Tell me, do you say them in Latin?“

„Yes. No,” says Wulfie much too quickly, immediately feels like an idiot for it and resolves himself to explain it, if only just part way. „Too far gone by then. I don't mix bugs with fighting.“

„You really like them that much?“

The amusement in Faust's voice can pass for curiosity, so Wulfie admits, „I wanna study biology.“ He knows how stupid it sounds. But he can't help it. It's the one thing untouched by violence and judgemental stares and all else, and it's his alone.

„Thank you for sharing,“ says Faust, with too much sincerity for someone who forced him into it. „Hey, do you want to kiss?“

Wulfie chokes on an exhale of smoke, and stupidly hacks into the cool air. His hand reflexively tightens into a fist shoved into Faust's face as he stumbles back, „You making fun of me now, fucker?“

„Sure,“ Says Faust, looking all too bored. „Relax. I know you don't like me, and I don't like you either. Just thinking about how depressing it'd be to die without doing it. When I was a kid I used to think, I won't die before I have a best friend, but now I think this should generally be enough.“

Wulfie peers down at Faust and wonders what the hell is wrong with him. The guy just confessed that he expected – or intended – for this to be his final wish, that he's been like this for a long time, maybe. But he's still moping about this kind of cheesy teenage dramatics?

„If you don't feel like it, I'll find someone else.“ Faust shrugs.

It's dark outside, and none of the bars within walking distance are any good. The teachers would probably get mad if something bad happened to Faust and Wulfie came back home without him. But it's not like that would happen. Right, Faust could protect himself. He was mean and vicious and violent when they fought, he beat Wulfie worse than anyone before him and his ribs were still bruised. Faust could take whatever Wulfie dished out. If Wulfie shoved him six feet into the room, he'd stand right up and shove him back.

„It's whatever,“ says Wulfie. He turns to awkwardly stand with his elbows against the fence. Faust spits out the gum, steps on the railing and props himself up to reach Wulfie's mouth. It lasts just a second, dry and uneventful. And then a second time, experimental, Faust's tongue finding his. Wulfie keeps his hands on the railing – there's nothing sensual in it, even more so impersonal than kissing a total stranger had been, but it seals a promise anyway, the pretense that no conversation that could be made light of has happened here at all.

Faust steps back down, so there's no need to shove him away. If he did shove him away, Faust would've pushed him over and off the second floor, and there's a strange comfort in it. He seems to think for a moment, and shrugs a little, „That was okay. I forgot you smoked. I'm going to brush my teeth now.“ Then he turns on his heel and goes back into the room, leaving Wulfie feeling like it's all been a part of some bizarre schedule Faust had prearranged just to confess that he's evil and never going to make it home from Barcelona.

It's not like Wulfie cares. He looks down to find his cigarette has burned down to the filter. Sighing at the waste, he flicks it over the railing and wonders if the only person your age you can hang with after beating the shit out of them is your best friend by design

(vi) un, deux

Throughout her childhood, Klara dreamed of romance in the most depraved sense. A love like Mom and Dad's, a man ensnared so thoroughly that the more they beat each other black and blue, the more he'd come back to her. It had to have been utterly addicting, the taste of a forbidden kiss that no one else knows – still, the first time a boy shoved his tongue down her throat was more tasteless than styrofoam, a kiss barely swallowed and forced down her gullet.

There's a picture of Wulfie and his dead husband kissing framed on a cupboard in the hallway. It sends a wave of revulsion through Klara's gut on instinct, and she forces herself to look away from it and into Wulfie's face, the unshaven side of his jaw. He looks her up and down, „The books are in the living room.“

The time they talked on the phone, Wulfie ended the conversation by off-handedly muttering about some of Faust's photography books he doesn't want anymore. The living room is on the first floor. Klara doesn’t know why she expected it to be bleak and spartan, but it’s anything but. A large TV covered in a thick layer of dust, and heaps of magazines and clothing thrown about. On the kitchen counter there’s a terrarium with no bugs.

Wulfie rubs his eyes as he all but collapses into the single armchair. Klara stands at the door frozen and alert until he actually raises his eyebrows and says, “You can sit, if you’d like. For a bit.”

There’s no second seat in the living room, so Klara brings a chair from the kitchen and sits across the small table. “Give me a smoke.”

Wulfie passes her a brand new unopened pack of cigarettes and a lighter that says Barcelona in big red letters. Klara finds it a distasteful trinket. No one moves first to light their cig. No one moves first to reach the ashtray. They sit near each other and Klara thinks about their faces - wide, rough in structure but delicately pretty around the eyes and mouth.

“I wish you could’ve met him,” says Wulfie in the end, eyes fixed on the bright red coffee table that wasn’t there when Klara was young. “He brought life into this place.”

Nah, thinks Klara. All he brought here was more death. But she doesn’t say it. She doesn’t say anything, just lets her brother talk.

“But I didn’t know what to do, face to face with the depth of his unhappiness.” he goes on. “It scared me. Made me lonely.”

Lonely. A brother and sister, lonely for something they can never find in each other.

“When you were a child, I always wished you’d die,” Klara bites the inside of her cheek. “But when I found out you two made a life for yourself, I was relieved. I thought, good riddance.”

Wulfie stares deeply into the side of her nose, and Klara wonders if he knows how much it hurts her, his gaze cold and unyielding like Mama’s as Klara makes her frail unspoken confession: the one who really wanted to die was I all along.

“But at the start,” she says in the end, and it’s perhaps the first time ever that her voice has wavered in such a way. “I really… wanted you to be born, even so. I knew Mama and Papa would only hurt you. I knew we’d be no family… It’s so selfish, but I’m glad they decided to go through with it. You’re the one good thing they brought into this world.”

It’s selfish, but I’m glad you were born - what a cruel thing to say to your brother. And yet, “It’s fine,” says Wulfie, and she doesn’t know what he’s telling her - it’s fine to be sad? It’s fine to forgive yourself? It’s fine to die? They’re not fine – nothing is fine. Even so, Wulfie’s huge body is shaking like a leaf, and more than anything Klara wanted to hear those words, to believe them. Even if they’re a lie. Even if they’re cursed.

They smoke in silence. Wulfie wears lipstick no longer, and the filter of his cigarette is clean. Klara’s is dark red – Mama’s color – she wipes her mouth into the back of her hand, and stands up, “I should go. I don’t want to keep you busy,” she says, though neither of them have better to do.

“Mhm,” says Wulfie, staring straight into the terrarium with no bugs, and Klara wonders if he’ll be fine. She wonders if she’ll be fine, anyone. “Good night, Klara.”

“Night, Wulfie.”

“Hey,” and Wulfie looks like he’s about to do the hardest thing he’s done in his whole life - allow himself to be gentle with her, if only for a moment. “Don’t be a stranger.”

She smiles, or maybe just imagines herself smiling at this.

“Good night, Beowulf.”

As Klara leaves the living room with six photography books under her arm, she wipes off the remains of her lipstick. And then she ties up her hair.

As the driver starts the car, the sun sets, slowly and mournfully as though sinking into a grave it dug for itself.

(vi) maybe I’ll be eaten by Beowulf’s Ma

“Get a move on, sweep the terrace or something.”

Faust’s left eye starting to twitch as he spoke was her cue to remove him from the house. After the old man lost his job, they moved to a two-room shack outside of Zagreb, where it was cheaper to live and she could grow some of the food on her own. Besides the room where they all slept and a kitchenette, there was a terrace and an attic. That attic was by far the more interesting of the two, but they spent one night too many huddled up there to evade drunken sluggishness. Please let him tell you about the terrace instead.

It was a square of concrete, walled up on three sides and open on the fourth towards a street called Naftaplinska cesta - oil and gas road. Nothing in Faust’s childhood was poetic other than his rage. And whenever that threatened to spill out, she would send him to sweep the terrace with a corn broom. That broom was the epitome of everything that enraged him: just like this rage of his, it was something that could be found in every household. Ordinary, cheap. You could sweep the terrace, or you could even beat your wife with it if you liked. Take your pick.

Faust’s mother did not know of the play Faust. The pinnacle of literature for that woman were the paperback erotica novels that one could buy at the newspaper kiosk. Thus, to his great disappointment, she could not name him after it. He was actually named after an inventor. In 1617, a man named Faust Vrančić jumped from a Venice tower wearing a rigid-framed parachute and survived. He would later describe it in his book of machines, calling it the Flying man. But that’s a digression. These are simply the things Faust pondered the most while sweeping the terrace: flying men, jumping men, falling men. Sometimes he imagined them gracefully landing, and sometimes they’d splat against the walls of his mind like overripe tomatoes. One miscalculation was all it would’ve taken for Faust Vrančić, the genius, to be labeled as Faust Vrančić, the suicidal idiot who had to be scrubbed off the Venetian square. But seriously, isn’t the borderline between those two dangerously thin?

As he pondered that, his rage would often subside, and he would then be allowed to come back inside. What’s more, he would even be happy that he did something kind for his mother.

“You sure about this?” Faust raised both of his eyebrows as he sat on the side of the bed and set a small ashtray between the two of them. “I mean, the last time you invited me over, you…”

Beowulf peered at him from under his ridiculous fluffy bangs like, watch your mouth, so he carefully reconsidered his wording: “...ended up screaming at me to get out.”

He almost thought Beowulf wouldn’t say anything. It wasn’t unlike him to leave Faust hanging in the middle of a pointless exchange with himself - and he didn’t mind that much. He’s always liked the sound of his own voice, and anyway, Beowulf’s aloofness made for most of his charms. But a second passed and he said, “Yeah… my bad.”

“Whatever,” It was the closest thing to an apology that he would ever get from him. “I’m done. Give me that.”

Beowulf’s lighter was heavy, ornate silver - not the kind a college freshman should carry. He had another one, a cheap plastic trinket that said BARCELONA, but he never used that one. Faust passed him the joint, and he stared at it for a while before lighting it and taking a hit. It was almost cute, even though there was nothing cute about Beowulf S., all sharp edges.

“Relax, would you?” Faust laughed a little. “It’s not gonna bite you.”

Beowulf’s eyes zeroed in on the smoke rolling out of his own mouth as he exhaled. “I’ve never smoked this shit before.”

They passed it back and forth a couple of times before Faust finally said, “This is the part where I ask you why you cried when I touched you, by the way.”

Beowulf’s dark eyebrows knitted together. He was ruggedly handsome when he did that, nothing like the panicked expression he’d flashed the previous Tuesday. “Don’t,” he said.

“Another question, then,” Faust kicked off his shoes and laid on the bed. It smelled like Beowulf’s cologne, sharp and citrusy. “What’s up with all those scars on your arms?”

He studied the coral red ring Beowulf’s lipstick had left on the blunt before putting his mouth around it. He’d known Beowulf was trouble, what with his torn clothes and his chains and his short fuse. Still, he was surprised when he took his jacket off and found a dozen scars, pale deep scratches down his forearms.

“What? You cut yourself or something?” He nudged him with his foot, just to be mean, but Beowulf just sighed heavily as he slid down the wall until we were lying side by side. “Or something,” he said dryly. “Had enough? I didn’t call you over here to talk.”

Faust laughed at this. “Cut a guy some slack, will you? I like you cause you’re hard to get, but if you never tell me anything… I’m gonna get bored of you, you know?”

Beowulf looked straight at him, and his gaze was unfocused, like he was looking at something behind Faust’s shoulder. He briefly wondered if his words might have hurt him, before reminding myself who it was that he was talking to. Right. Beowulf couldn’t care less.

“Can I touch you a little?” Faust ran his fingers through Beowulf’s hair before he could answer. His hair was dark and fine, curled at the tips and soft to the touch. Faust felt him tense, but he didn’t pull back.

“Where’d you get this, then?” Beowulf said suddenly, and Faust felt his rough thumb trace his own hairline. He was just trying to keep my mouth busy as his hands roamed down Beowulf’s neck and towards his chest, so he was surprised when he spoke, his voice slightly raspy.

Faust’s hands paused around the hem of Beowulf’s tank top, “My old man.‘S fine,” he whispered into Beowulf’s ear, because he seemed uncomfortable. “I manned up and took care of him.”

He wondered if getting high with Beowulf was a bad idea. I wondered if he ought to say, tell me if you want me to stop, if Beowulf was actually more frail than he looks under all that muscle. He didn’t stop, though. He pulled his black tank top over his head and threw it onto the pile of textbooks and empty beer cans on the floor.

“Yeah, we both manned the fuck up,” Faust said as he straddled Beowulf. I “Tell me, is that lipstick your sister’s or your mommy’s?”

Beowulf grabbed his wrist with such force and speed that it very nearly scared him. In the resulting silence, he could hear both their heartbeats, each louder than the last. He said without a hint of humor, “Now you’re making fun of me?”

“No,” Faust laughed to cover up his sudden discomfort. “I like it. It makes you stand out.”

Truth was, Beowulf stood out too much even without his penchant for makeup, too big and too silent. Deep inside Faust’s mind, the alarms kept ringing, back off while you still can, because nothing good could come out of catching feelings for a guy who was all beaten up every other time that you saw him.

Instead he pressed up against his chest and buried his face into the crook of his neck. He felt Beowulf freeze, his hands awkwardly coming to rest on the small of Faust’s back, afraid to move.

“You know, that time I started hitting you… I really wanted to…”

Beowulf finally moved to cup his waist. His hands were so big, they halfway closed around it. “Don’t say it. It feels gross.”

“Okay.” Faust’s shirt joined Beowulf’s on the floor. “ I won’t say it. Then just look at me.”

“Don’t want to,” Beowulf muttered stubbornly.

Faust grabbed his chin. “Look. At me.”

“I said I don’t want to!” Beowulf snarled, something between a child and an animal. One of his teeth was chipped away at the front.

“What do you want from me, then?” Faust was getting tired of playing with him, felt aimless. Beowulf seemed to honestly think about it, and heaved a weary sigh that resounded in the silence. “Just want to feel a damn thing.”

That sort of thing, at least, Faust had always been good enough for. With his giving up, silence fell upon the dorm room.

“Get a move on, sweep the terrace or something.”

Faust was still pretty young when he figured out that he didn’t want to leave any remains behind when he died. In other words, he didn’t want to be Faust Vrančić who fell from the sky. He absolutely despised the idea of people looking at his body without him being present in it. Do you understand his agony? It turned out that not even leaving this world was simple.

He would later learn that autism runs in Beowulf’s family the way alcoholism ran in his. He would later see a photograph of the mother, only twenty-nine when she hurled herself off the cliff by the house they made a home in. When he understood things, he understood them all at once - how and why they got where they got - but by then it was too late. To go back would be to untangle all the knots he used to desperately tether himself to Beowulf.

He drove himself to visit the grave since Beowulf didn’t want to go, five hours to Zagreb and back. The grave had no angel statues, and stood lonelier than the rest. Standing there and murmuring prayers to a god he didn’t believe in, he felt the lines between them blurring. I was her, to you. Was I her, to you?

In 1993, a woman named Laura S. jumped from the cliff by her house and did not survive. And although people remember the inventor of the parachute, they don’t remember her. Faust didn't think that was fair, he truly didn't. He didn’t think that the people who prevailed were worth more than the dead ones.

And it's not my senselessness killing me, thought Faust bitterly, it was you, all of you! Why won't anyone come? Even the voices in his head were silent! Why wouldn’t anyone come for him in the end and tell him it was fine to go on living, not even those he created from nothing with his two hands? Why did he have to go alone, watched only by the silent jury of other souls who fell to damnation here? Ah, I really am a cursed existence. Maybe I'll be eaten by Beowulf's mother.

It was easier once he let go, crossing the point of no return. His hands ceased shaking, and he felt a grim and mortifying tranquility once that brief struggle for life ended, as though someone had held a pillow over his face until he stilled. Though he always imagined death as some kind of an ironic triumph, Faust has always known he wouldn't live a long life. The wind was quiet with its howls that morning, and it was a good day to die.

The dark watery surface vibrated and rippled with the growls and shrieks of the corpses on the bottom, and they grew louder still when Faust jumped in and they smelled fresh meat, almost like the buzz of spreading news, today we feast! The water was cold as a grave as he sank and sank… and realized he didn’t even know how deep the sea went there. He itched to find out. Struggling with the final mouthful of water that filled his lungs, his head fell to the side, unblinking eyes turning towards the sky. And he sank

Beyond that, all memory of death has left him. He doesn’t even remember the snapping of jaws as they bickered for a taste of his flesh.

FIN

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The Family of Destruction- Roses Bloom.

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It was a rough night in the valley and the michaels? They were preparing for war.

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Leon leans against the old cabinet as he looks at the weapons infront of him. "A bit overkill no? All because lee had one bad dream?" Cassie asks causing the blonde to glare at her. "Cassie.." Shawn warns as he watches taker shape a cross out of wood, watches as it starts to burn his hands. "Im just saying, if its that dangerous, why isn't John with us?" Cassie asks. "Because John is far away and safe. I also have an eye on him at all times." Taker mutters. "Oh, so John's living it up with pizza and young adult life and I'm stuck here, trapped in my own house preparing for whatever evil to come knocking the door down? Can't wait to tell everyone this at storytime tomorrow" cassie mutters.

It's takers turn to glare at the young girl. She frowns and looks down, crossing her arms tightly. Leon pauses as the floors begin to creak. He's the closest to the door, he did it on purpose. He slowly glances at taker who can also hear it, takers jaw is set and his eyes are locked onto the door. No thing can get past that door without permission. Taker would know, shawn has done it to him plenty. Leon would also know. "I want you two to stay in here and do not let anyone in. No matter what, even if you think its us." Taker whispers. Shawn nods. Cassie just holds her thumb up.

Leon pulls himself up, knife loosely hanging from his hand. Taker hands the cross to shawn. "Im serious..this isnt a drill" Taker mutters, kissing shawn softly. "I know" Shawn nods. Cassie jumps as something screeches and runs past the office door. "Daddy?" She gasps, moving towards her brother, who's the closet for safety. Leon wraps his arm around her shoulders, squeezing her. Taker glances at her. "Youll be safe here with papa, he won't let any harm come to you" Taker tells her. Cassie glances up at her big brother, it unsettles her the slightly look of fear on his face.

"Come here baby" Shawn whispers. Cassie hugs Leon one last time before rushing to shawns arms. Taker moves towards Leon, wrapping his hand around Leon's biceps. "You know the rules" he whispers. Leon nods. "Let nothing in" Taker tells him. Leon smirks.

Taker already knew it was the end. The moment the house got infected, shawn would be infect, the kids...Charlie... they would all be traumatised by death, the afterlife. And that kills him inside.

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Leon keeps the knife close to his body. Anything that wants to hunt his family down would have a hell of a fight on its hands. Leon couldn't help but think about John...was he truly safe from all this? He knows the bond that was created between them all. Taker, Leon, cassie, John. It led to long nights and tears.

Leon jerks forward as something runs past him, knocking his back. He can suddenly feel his heart and its racing fast. It causes his breathing to pick up as he slowly turns. He doesn't like what he sees. Not at all.

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Taker can sense the evil. He doesn't need to see it. And what he feels isn't good. He should of given Leon more warnings because something fucked up was in this house and it wasn't here to be friends.

A familiar hum stops him in his tracks. He looks towards the upstairs study, the study his family used anytime they wanted. It wasn't off limits like his office. He swallows any nerves as he slowly makes his way to the ajar door. He adjusts his grip on the cross, ignoring the burn in his hand. Shawn wasn't happy when Taker dug out his old cross and turned it into a weapon, but right now? Taker couldn't care. It was going to protect his family.

He brings his free hand out, closing it around the door knob and pulling it open. His body freezes as the humming gets louder.

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Leon steps back, his back hitting the hard door behind him. "My baby boy" a voice hums but the mouth he's staring at doesn't move. Leon feels his throat tighten as the head tilts at him, the long curly ginger hair flowing in the air. Leon shakes his head slightly, hand reaching back to grab the doorknob. The doorknob to the first room they are never to enter. The basement.

But as the jaw on the figure extends and sudden fear takes over Leon and he's pulling open the door and rushing down the stairs.

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John jerks upwards, chest heaving. "Leon's in the basement" he gasps out. Randy, who was rudely awoken by his roomates sudden alertness, glances over at him confused. "What?" He mumbles out, rubbing his eyes. John hunches forward slightly, clutching at his chest. "Cena? Jesus, John are you good?" Randy asks suddenly sensing the atmosphere change. He's quick to move to John's bed as the man starts choking.

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Shawn jerks forward, clawing at his throat. Cassie holds her throat at the sudden tightness, her eyes immediately shooting towards the door.

The choking sensation is short but still, the fear rushes through them both. Shawn quickly pulls cassie close, checking her throat. "Are you okay?" Shawn asks. "What was that?" Cassie asks. "I don't know baby, but are you okay?" Shawn asks again. "Yes papa" she nods. Shawn pulls her into a hug and can't help but fear that something has happened to Leon or taker.

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Taker doesn't know if the choking sensation is because of whats staring back at him or the fact he feels the basement door opening. The huming doesn't stop though, even when he gains his breath back.

Taker feels a sudden sadness as the figure stands up. This isnt right. This isnt fair. He feels like a teenager all over again.

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Leon doesn't hesitate to run down the stairs and down the hall. It's dark and cold and as he reaches the main room, the footsteps stop as his hand touches the door. He can't see the door in the dark but he can feel it. It feels like those stupid doors from cassies fairytales. You know, the big curved doors with the animal face and knocker?

As Leon feels the door he can feel pain and anger radiating off the door. Evil. Darkness. It overwhelms him, makes him feel sick.

"Open it. Let us in" the voice whispers against his ear. Leon pauses before slowly pulling his hand back from the door. He takes a step back from the door into immediate coldness. He looks back at the hallway just as the main door slams shut, leaving him in complete darkness.

He lets out a shakey breathe as he turns back towards the dark door.

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John straightens up, his eyes connecting with Randy's in the shitty hotel light. "Jesus man, are you okay? Do I need to call someone? Vince? Hunter?" Randy asks. "Leon's in trouble." John whispers. "L..Leon?" Randy asks confused. "I ne...I..." John holds his head in pain. Randy jerks forward and John falls as if he's been asleep the whole time.

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Shawn watches as Charlie growls and huffs at the door. He feels useless but he knows, he knows he can't leave this room. Even as that feeling in his gut was growing violent. His children were in danger and he couldn't protect them.

The he suddenly feels cold.

Children?

Not child. Not just Leon.

John.

John was in danger?

Shawn let's out a shakey breathe as he holds cassie closer.

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"Dad?" Taker asks quietly as the figure looks at him. The demon who has stolen his father's face just continues humming. Taker loved his parents his did, but he absolutely hated his father humming. It wasn't comforting. It was annoying and cold and he only ever did it to either annoy Taker or to let Taker know he's pissed at him.

He always knew his parents were haunting the house...but what he's looking at..it isn't his father. He's seen his father, Leon has seen him more, he doesn't look like this.

His skin is burnt, his hair is burned off, his clothes..his eyelashes...taker could almost laugh. He looks like a villain from Leon's stupid comics, half burnt...whatever his stupid name was.

The smell of smoke fills takers nose. He feels sick suddenly. It doesn't help he can sense cassie and he can sense Shawn. And boy Shawn is filled with so much worry and fear. But taker cannot sense Leon or John. And that? That makes him feel so damn sick.

His boys are in danger and as the office door slams shut behind him, he understands he has no way of protecting them. And that makes him feel sick.

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Taker props himself up under the tree. "Morning sleepy beauty" Shawn smiles. Taker looks at shawn, he's sat up against the tree, his knees bent and a sketch book rested neatly against them. "It was a good nap" taker yawns looking over at the kids. He can't help but smile as John picks Leon up and pretends to tombstone him. The way giggles burst from both Leon and cassies mouths. "Its nice like this" shawn states. "Hmm?" Taker asks glancing at him. "You know, the peace of them all getting along. It's nice." Shawn tells him. "I nice knowing they are all safe." Taker states. Shawn looks at him and smiles, running his hand through takers short hair. "And that's all because of you...you've really changed mine and John's life and I don't know if I can ever truly pay you back for that" Shawn states. "You did that by agreeing to marry me..by letting me become apart of John's family...another father to him. By giving me two beautiful children." Taker murmurs before leaning up and kissing the blonde.

"Ew!" Is all they hear before three hyper children jump on them. Taker is quick, and shawn is forever grateful, to move shawns sketchbook to safety. "What do you mean ew?" Taker asks. Shawn smiles at the playful tone. "You know what we mean" John smirks. "Oh yeah?" Taker smirks. Before the kids know it they are being chased by the big bad undertaker with a mix of deep growls and roars and high pitch screams and giggles.

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Leon runs back down the hall from the old staircase, the big shadow chasing him. This time, he doesn't hesitate to go straight through the evil door in the basement, letting it slam shut behind him.

Everything is quiet. The only real sound is Leon's intense breathing. He stops as he realises the lights are already on. The room looks like a library office type thing. He takes a step towards a center piece and listens to the ground crackle under his feet. He ignores it, moving towards it. He stops infront of the stone pillar. Frowning at the knife on a stand. It has a bone like handle...Leon wants to name it a skeleton blade. He brings a hand up to touch the glass casing and can't help but gasp as a bad feeling rushes through his arm. He jerks back and frowns at it. That isn't okay. That isn't right.

Leon turns to his right and jumps. The long, firey wavy red hair only brings him a second of comfort before the overwhelming smell of smoke fills his nostrils. He gags and brings both hands up to his mouth and nose. Even in her dead...burned like state...Athena looked as beautiful as the pictures. And it pained Leon but he can really see cassie in her.

Leon begins to shake his head as she reaches out for her, he moves back. He knows that despite this looking like his grandmother, it isn't. He's met his grandmother and this was not her. And he just didn't know how to feel about that.

The small boy in him was begging and crying for his daddy real bad right now.

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John grumbles as he opens his eyes to be met by not just randy but batista. "Dave? Randy?" John groans sitting up. "Yeah, kid called me in a panic..thought you were experiencing some sort of...seizure or something" dave states sitting on the edge of Randy's bed. "No I..." John pauses and looks around. "Taker and Leon.. I need to call them.." John whispers. "John...its really late..like nearly 3am...they won't be awake." Randy tells him. "No..no Leon's awake. I can..I ca.." John trails off and looks at the alarm. "John?" Dave asks quietly. "I can feel him" John whispers clenching the base of his neck as it tightens slightly.

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John watches as Leon lays on his stomach, drawing something on the page of one of shawns notebooks. "Whatcha doin?" Cassie asks plopping down next to him. "Watching lee" John answers. "Why?" Cassie asks looking over at Leon. "He feels sad." John states. "How do you know?" Cassie asks. "I..its weird...its like I can feel it when I look at him. Its never happened before but right now? I can feel how he feels." John states. He looks at his baby sister. "Can you feel how I feel?" She asks. "No. But I don't need a magic ability to know you are a little bundle of joy" John teases. Cassie let's out a little giggle as she lays back. John smiles only for it to fade as he looks back at Leon to see a shadow looming over him.

Shawn looks down at his feet with a frown. His children shouldn't feel such intense emotion at such a young age. But, he knows he can't prevent it.

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Shawn glances at his phone. 3:00 am. John calling.

His hand shakes as he picks it up. "Hey baby...its early, whatcha doing up?" Shawn asks softly. Cassie yawns quietly as she glances up at him. "Leon's in danger papa." John states. "Leon and dad are in danger." John repeats. Shawns heart stops. "W-What?" Shawn whispers. "Papa I can feel if. I can feel Leon. He's in trouble, please" John sighs. Shawn gently moves cassie into the seat and moves towards the door. "Ill see what I can do John." Shawn mutters before hanging up.

He watches the door handle wiggle. "Papa?" Cassie asks quietly. His family is in danger and he's just hiding. He waits for the door handle to stop before grasping it tightly. "Papa, daddy said to stay here" cassie speaks up. "And you will do as so" Shawn mutters twisting the handle and pulling the door too. He's safe but the moment he steps out of that frame, he's fucked. He cannot remember the last time...

Shawn chuckles to himself. The last time he was this scared he was staring at a completely possessed version of his husband. And it scared the living daylights out of him.

Shawns eyes widen as he stares back at his lover. Its not his husband. Its his lover. A scarily evil version of a already evil man.

Takers hair is pitch black, skin pale, eyes pitch black, skin cracking and blood dried on his skin. "No" Shawn whispers as he smiles at him. He runs towards Shawn and cassie screams causing Shawn to slam the door shut, pressing his back against it. They won't let him leave. They want Leon and taker alone. "Cmon shawnie...play with me baby" the voice sings. "I have some friends for our dear little bug" it chuckles. "Dont listen to him cassie" Shawn growls, locking the door as his baby cries.

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Taker looks back at the door as cassies screams echo through the house. "Cassie" he gasps moving to the door. He jerks back as his father blocks it. "No no no..." his voice is wrecked from fire damage. Taker moves back. "Not my dad..my baby girl is in danger and you will not stop me from protecting my family" Taker growls, adjusting his grip on the cross. "Not again" he adds before charging.

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Leon's back hits the wall as athena floats infront of him, flames crackling off her. What catches him the most off guard are the roses starting to Bloom from the floor. The black roses begin to wrap around his legs and tightly. "Let us in..we won't harm you" one again..the voice isn't coming from athena. Leon feels his eyes start to water as the roses move higher. "We want to join you" the voice whispers. Leon shakes his head, pressing his hands tighter against his face, trying to erase the whimpers leaving his lips. "We want to help you" the voice states. "Save you" the thorns dig into his skin as the roses brush against his jaw.

"LET US IN!"

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John gasps for breathe, clawing at his throat. "Leon's in the basement, Leon's in the basement, Leon's in the basement, Leon's in the basement-" "John!" Randy snaps. "Im getting hunter. This...this isnt okay.." dave mutters rushing out. Randy doesn't know what to do, John keeps rocking and rambling about his baby brother being in a basement. He doesn't know how to help. What to do. What to say.

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Shawn and cassie stare in horror as the door handle shakes. "Papa" cassie cries. "Nothing can hurt us baby..nothing in here." Shawn whispers. He looks over at Charlie who's suddenly not barking. He looks back at the door as it opens. "D..daddy?" Cassie asks. "Its me baby...see?" Taker asks stepping over the door frame. Shawn doesn't hesitate to rush to taker and hug him. Cassie joins them. Taker drops the Cross, his skin burnt, but he hugs his family. "Somethings wrong" Shawn whispers. "Are you two okay?" Taker asks. "It was you daddy but scary" cassie whimpers. "Its okay now. Its gone. Whatever it is, it's gone" Taker promises her. "John can-" "I can't feel John Shawn. I can't feel John and I can't feel leon-" "Taker!" Shawn snaps pulling back. Taker looks at him. "John called. He said Leon's in danger. Where is Leon?" Shawn asks.

Taker looks at his office. Leon isn't here? He looks back into the house. The smell of smoke still strong despite the lack of fire. "Leon.." Taker whispers. He can't feel Leon. He can't sense him. "Leon" Taker looks towards the basement door. "No" he whispers as it hits him. His only must follow rule. And Leon's gone and broke it.

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Leon can't fight the tears streaming down his face. He can't breathe as the thorns dig into his neck, as his grandmother's burnt face gets too close. His hands are stuck against his face. He feels like the walls are closing in on him.

Which is when the door is kicked open. "Be gone demon!" Taker yells. Leon crumbles to the floor and sobs as the demon screeches and disappears, the roses going with it. Taker glances at the roses dying on the floor with immediate confusion before moving to Leon's side and pulling him into a hug. "We did it. It's over. It's over." Taker whispers. Leon clutches at him. "Everyone's safe now. We scared them off. You did it. You lasted the night." Taker doesn't hesitate to lift Leon and carry him out of the basement.

Taker explained to Leon that they couldn't stay with cassie and shawn. That he wishes they could but whatever was coming could and would get into the office if they were there. Taker wishes that wasn't the case as he carries his son to the others. "You did it" Taker whispers, examining the skin he can see.

"Thank you" shawn whispers as taker walks back in, shutting the door. "Its hunter. John was freaking out...kept saying something about Leon being in the basement." Shswn explains as he lowers his phone. "Is he okay now?" Taker asks spotting cassie asleep in the chair. That's when he hears Leon snoring softly. "I could hear him. He kept chanting it until I saw you leave the basement...then he fell asleep." Shawn states as taker lowers Leon onto the sofa. Taker sighs and sits on the floor, leaning against it as shawn carries cassie to the sofa, laying her behind her brothers legs before joining taker. "Ill..I'll look into it tomorrow.." Taker whispers holding shawn close.

"What did you see with him?" Shawn asks quietly pulling the first aid kit over and opening takers hand. "My mother...and roses...a lot of damn roses." Taker whispers. Shawn looks at him confused. "I've never seen it before shawn. It actually has me..scared." he admits. "I know and that's okay" Shawn mutters.

"It'll all be okay.."

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NOTES

Can I just say I started this a night or two ago and it's currently 2am at the time I'm finishing this.

I'm not going to lie, it's messy and probably doesn't make sense but it's Canon and well I've only wrote it because my nightmares have been coming back and well it's fuckin kicking my insomnia back into action like a bitch.

I've yet to have this happen since I started posting my works so now that it's something I do I thought I'd write something I could post.

This fic title was originally supposed to belong to a fic about drew, Leon and taker. But that changed.

I like to write horror when I can't sleep. Which doesn't help the fact I can't sleep because I watch horror as I write horror. Or thrillers whatever you call it.

So yeah. Have some sleepy, quite literally sleepy, sleepy achilles issue writing.

My first every suffering so I write fic that i planned on posting. Trust me my drafts on other apps like notepad and wattpad are full to the brink of these kinds of writing.

They do get fucked up which is why I never planned on posting any of them. They also go from wrestling to marvel to crime show fandoms. Not very consistent.

Anyways peace and love.

Sleepy will try get some sleep now that this is done.

#wwe #shawn michaels #the undertaker #wwf #hbtaker #undertaker x shawn michaels #shawn x undertaker #triple h #leon michaels #john cena #charlie doggo #cassidy michaels #dave batista #randy orton #the family of destruction fics #the family of destruction

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