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uwuwriting · 4 years

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Wearing his jersey w/ Daichi, Kageyama and Osamu

Request: hi!! can i req the ‘wearing their jersey’ with daichi kags and osamu plss! i loved the one u wrote for kuroo akaashi and ushi. -anonymous

Okay I haven’t written for my Haikyuu babies for quite some time and that sucks. Everyday is Haikyuu day and I simp for a different character every hour of the day lmao. Although my new found obsession with Nanami is taking up most of my time. Oh well guess he’ll have to share my spare time with one of the Haikyuu boys every time. Love ya. 💖💖💖

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warnings: fluff, I don’t think there are any warnings for this one.

Sawamura Daichi

-Captain Daichi thirst is active 24/7 lmao.

-He is used to you taking his clothes.

-From hoodies, to t-shirts to his sweatpants, it has become a regular occurrence in your relationship.

-He loves seeing you in his clothes.

-They are always too big on your body, his hoodies almost reaching your knees and it makes his heart go doki doki.

-He just wants to hug you to his chest and never let go.

-He has given you one of his t-shirts to wear to sleep cuz he loves the idea of you having a little part of him with you even if it's just a shirt.

-You two were having a sleepover before one of his major games and of course you were helping him unwind.

-You helped him make his duffle bag and double check for his knee pads, gave him a massage for his sore muscles after a long week of non stop practices and finally forced him to take a self care evening after he asked you to help him practice with his receives.

-While putting on his face mask you were going on about something random when you noticed the furrow of his brows.

- “Everything is gonna be fine baby, you’ll see. You and the boys have practiced really hard for this match and you;ll make it I know you will.”

-Smiling up at you he gave you a peck on the lips, careful not to smudge your own face mask in the process.

- “I know or at least I think I do. I just feel off knowing you won’t be there.”

-Oh that’s right….You weren’t sure you would make it in time to catch the beginning of the match due to a family obligation but you were certain you would get to see the later half of the game.

-Though Daichi didn’t have to know that yet.

-Kissing him again you reassured him that the team didn’t need you to be there to wipe the floor with the other team’s ass, that he didn’t need you there.

-The pout on his lips said otherwise though but he didn’t push it.

-When the time came for the match to begin, he kept glancing at the stands mainly out of habit but also because he half expected you to make it on time.

-No such luck though, you were nowhere to be seen.

- “Oi Daichi focus!!”

-Suga nearly karate chopped him in the stomach when he didn’t stop looking for you.

-Everyone could see that their captain was a little out of it but they chose to keep quiet.

-You on the other hand, were sprinting through the streets of Miyagi to get to your boyfriend’s game as fast as possible, his jersey spurring you forward as you pounded down the school’s courtyard.

-In a flash you were in your regular seat in the very front of the bleachers, chest rising and falling frantically as you tried to catch your breath.

-You took off your jacket and rushed to the railing, tracing the ball with your eyes as the opposing team spiked it right into your boyfriend’s arms.

- “GO DAI!!”

-His eyes found you immediately, quickly shooting down to your chest where the number 1 of his dark jersey rested proudly flushing at the sight.

-The game was over rather quickly after that.

-Daichi was in top form, his receives being immaculate while his serves were on point.

-The first thing he did when he walked out of the lockers was to hug you, hug you so close and tight you could barely breath as he thanked you for coming.

- “You r-really thought I w-would miss this???”

- “........Baby I can’t b-breath.”

Kageyama Tobio

-Flustered babyyyy.

-He will never get used to seeing you in his clothes.

-You have worn his hoodies before and he has had a heart attack every time.

-It reached a point where you thought that he hated seeing you in them and you stopped asking for his hoodies or jackets even if you were cold.

-That caused the frown on his face to deepen and a very shy confession that he indeed loved seeing you in his clothes.

-Ever since that day you always have at least one of his hoodies in your closet.

-Now your relationship is a secret.

-Considering who his teammates are, you both agreed that it would be wise to keep your relationship under wraps, neither of you want to go through their reaction in this lifetime at least.

-Keeping that in mind, you never wore his clothes out in public so you wouldn’t draw unwanted attention to you.

-You go to all his games of course, being his best friend before becoming his girlfriend does that to a person, plus he had convinced you to become a manager alongside Yachi.

-So even if you wanted to skip a game you couldn’t.

-Now that you think of it this must have been part of his plan since now he can be near you all the time.

-You couldn’t bring yourself to be even remotely mad at him, he was just too cute.

-You were so proud of your boys for making it to nationals that you decided to hype them up a bit.

-Convincing both Yachi and Kiyoko you stole three jerseys from the team while they were changing before you took your seats in the sidelines.

-Many would think that you wearing Kageyama’s jersey was a mere coincidence.

-You chose him because he is your best friend, not because something else was going on.

-Sugawara and Tsukishima aren’t most people and you soon found yourself in some hot water with those two.

-Apart from the fact that Kageyama couldn’t look your way without having a stroke, he whipped the floor with the other team, gasps and applause filling the stadium every time he dunked the ball on the other side of the court.

-It got to the point where the other less observant member of the team started noticing the significant difference in his attitude.

- “Kageyama why are you playing so aggressively the ball keeps going like WOOSH and BAM without me even hitting it.”

-Poor boy almost chocked on his water at Hinata’s words and when you went to help him he turned 50 shades of red in a matter of 0.0005 seconds.

-This whole charade ended with your relationship being exposed after Noya begged you to wear his jersey and Tobio wasn’t having it, three nosebleeds and a whole lot of teasing.

-He moved to your room that night despite the fact that the third years kept teasing him about being safe and wrapping it before tapping it.

-Held a small grudge for like five minutes.

Miya Osamu

-Love of my life number 20.

-The superior twin and this will make it evident.

-Atsumu is always being a little shit about your relationship and how you don’t look like a couple cuz you don’t make out in the hallways all the time.

-Em sir excuse you!

-Anyways, you know to ignore him at this point figuring that he’ll get tired and stop but no such luck; he irritates Osamu to no end resulting in one of them needing bandages at the end of practice.

-PDA is not something you are both comfortable with and you prefer small reassuring touches throughout the day.

-This has led to many believing that you two aren’t a couple just like Atsumu says and other people have confessed to you or asked you out WHILE Osamu is with you.

-It doesn’t bother him much since he trusts you but it still tugs at his insecurities.

-And because of those insecurities you get a new wardrobe.

-Literally a whole ass new clothing line made by none other than Osamu Miya himself.

-What is in this new clothing line you ask?

-Osamu’s hoodies and shirts in general.

-Every time he stops by your house he brings a new item of clothing with him, something that he has worn recently and others have seen just to get his message across.

-You aren’t complaining, you love wearing his clothes, they are always so big and they completely swallow you plus they smell like him.

-It’s like you have him with you.

-Now Osamu might not show it often but volleyball stresses him out, like a lot.

-It means the world to his brother and despite their fights and bickering, he loves seeing him happy and if that means he has to play the sport like his life depends on it so be it.

-Osamu would do anything for Atsumu.

-So you can understand the pressure he is under as a spiker.

-His distress is you basically and you give him a small pep talk right before he enters the court.

-Imagine his surprise and pure childish glee when he saw you making your way to him wearing his jersey.

-It reached just above your knee and it made you look so cute he wanted to bottle you up and keep you forever.

-Atsumu and Suna could be heard in the background teasing the living shit out of Osamu who remained frozen in place, the whole stadium turning into white noise as the only thing in his view, the only thing that mattered in that moment, was you.

-He noticed your glare as you told his brother off, saw the way you played with the hem of his jersey as you walked near him and the furrow of your brows when he didn’t answer your calls.

-Wordlessly he enveloped you in a tight hug, picking you off your feet and twirling you around a little bit much to the dismay of his fanbase in the stands.

- “Hi.” “Hey ‘Samu”

- “Whatcha wearin?”

- “Oh this old thing? I figured you might need the motivation.”

- *cue kissing assault*

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ot3tropetober · 4 years

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Eliot stared at the gleaming new machine in his kitchen.

“What,” he said slowly, “is that.”

Hardison slouched against the kitchen island, cradling a cup of coffee in his hands. “What’s what, handsome?”

Eliot jerked his head at the thing on the counter. “That.”

“Oh, that?” Hardison said, elaborately casual. “That’s a top of the line Necromincer 5000. Not only does it mince, but it chops. It shreds. It juliennes. It chiffonades. It purees. I don’t know what half of that means, but it’s the hottest new addition to any herbalist’s arsenal.”

“What are you, writing ads for it?” Eliot grumbled. “What’s it doing in my kitchen?”

“I got you a lil’ gift,” Hardison said. “To show my appreciation for everything you’ve been giving me, if you know what I mean." He waggled his eyebrows.

"This is technology,” Eliot said, ignoring Hardison’s suggestive expressions. “I don’t use technology in my magic, man.”

“Sure you do,” Hardison said. “Mortars and pestles don’t grow on trees. Neither does that big fancy gas stove. It’s all technology." He set down the coffee cup just so he could make dramatic air quotes around the word "technology”. If he hadn’t been shirtless with those low-slung sweatpants that threatened to slide right off his hips, Eliot probably would have rolled his eyes. As it was, he was a little distracted. Hardison’s sweatpants won a lot of their arguments, if he was honest, especially since Hardison had been spending more and more weekends at Eliot’s place.

“Eliot. Calling Eliot. Earth to Eliot." Hardison poked at him. Eliot startled out of his reverie about Hardison’s abs and all the rest of Hardison and the amount of time they’d been spending together in Eliot’s big sage-scented bed.

"Will you put a damn shirt on so we can finish this argument?” Eliot said.

Hardison looked around. He picked up one of Eliot’s flannels from the back of one of the high chairs tucked under the island and shrugged it on without bothering to button it. It didn’t help hide his abs at all, and it was way too snug across the shoulders, but it was something. Eliot regained enough brain function to refocus on why Hardison was wrong.

“What I use isn’t technology,” Eliot said. “It’s human powered. Well, the gas stove is fire-powered, I guess, but it doesn’t need electricity. I can light it with a match if I have to.”

“Oh, sure,” Hardison said, his voice tinged with sarcasm. “Because they just went out and harvested all the pipes for it from the gas-stove fields. Dug up the burner covers, knocked the dirt off, and shipped them straight to you. It’s technology, Eliot. We made it to work for us.”

“It’s not new technology,” Eliot insisted. “I don’t just press a button and wham bam chiffonade." He glared at the Necromincer. "I also don’t believe that damn gadget can chiffonade.”

Hardison tipped his head. “Fine. Try to do something nice to make your life easier, give you a little more free time to spend with me, but I see how it is." He shifted and picked up his coffee cup again, taking a step toward the living room. Eliot caught him around the waist and Hardison smiled down at him, more than a little smug.

"Thank you,” Eliot said,settling his hips comfortably against Hardison’s. “I’m never gonna use it.”

“Maybe not for magic,” Hardison said, “but when it comes to dinner, that might be a different story.”

Eliot looked back at the big machine as Hardison wrapped one arm around Eliot’s shoulders, tugging gently at Eliot’s hair. “It might be useful for dinner."

"Hmm, changing your tune,” Hardison said, smiling.

“Yeah, well,” Eliot said. “Sometimes you chop all day, you don’t want to chop all night.”

“I do love to watch you though,” Hardison said. “My man and his big old knives. All those muscles in your back, mmm.”

“I got plenty of chopping to do today,” Eliot said. “Or I will after I go out and forage what I need.”

“You want help?” Hardison asked.

“Hell no,” Eliot said. “Not after you mixed up foxgloves and violets.”

“They were purple,” Hardison protested. “You said they were purple. I got the purple ones.”

Eliot shook his head. “I’m not taking any chances. You’d probably pick up the wrong mushroom or something and then I’m minus one boyfriend.”

“Oh, boyfriend, huh?” Hardison teased.

“Yeah, well,” Eliot said, pretending to scowl, “if you’re gonna start trying to clutter up my beautiful kitchen with your weird appliances, I think it’s kind of official."

"You’d bring me back,” Hardison said with certainty. “Even if you had to use the Necromincer.”

“I like your faith in me,” Eliot said, “but I’d also just rather avoid any kind of near-death experience." He leaned forward very deliberately and ran his hands over Hardison’s abs. "I’ve got better things to do with my time than spend it saving your ass, you know?”

“I think I get it,” Hardison said. He leaned down to give Eliot a lingering kiss. “I’m gonna go get my magic done for the day so you don’t have to see me shaping any nasty electricity or non-ancient technology into spells to save lives and make people’s days run smoother. Wouldn’t want you to get upset by any kind of magic that didn’t start out growing in the earth.”

“Great,” Eliot told him. “I’m gonna go out and participate in centuries of tradition by harvesting the blessings and, yes, some of the curses of nature and transforming them into medicine and enchantments.”

“Seems to me like you’ve got plenty of home-grown enchantments working,” Hardison said, setting down his coffee again so he could rub Eliot’s back. “If you know what I mean.”

“I think I’m picking up what you’re putting down,” Eliot said. “Guess the sooner we both get done, the sooner we can test that theory.”

“Hey,” Hardison said as Eliot moved away. “Make sure you come back just a little sweaty, okay?”

“Just for you, I’ll make sure to get a little sweaty,” Eliot promised. He got his picking bag off its hook on the wall and slung it over his shoulder. Hardison patted his ass as Eliot walked past him again on the way to the fridge. He opened the door, blocking Hardison’s view with his body, and rummaged around in the vegetable drawer under the celery, coming up with a packet wrapped in waxed cloth.

“Is that the sandwich?” Hardison asked. “Damn, I’ll be honest with you, E. I was gonna eat that sandwich.”

“That’s why I made two." Eliot smiled. "Yours is the one on top of the eggs." He packed it carefully in his bag and filled his water bottle at the sink, dropping in a few mint leaves from the plant on the windowsill. He kissed Hardison as he left and hummed a little tune to himself. The air was fresh and crisp, and he lived in a world full of magic. When he came home, Hardison would be curled up in an armchair, and in a way, that was the best magic of all. He wasn’t going to tell Hardison that, though. There were only so many smug grins a man could bear. Still and all, it was a nice life.

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atiny-doodles · 3 years

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YUNHO POV

I stood in front of my closet, staring at my limited collection of gym clothes as I decided on what I wanted to wear to my first personal training session.

FLASHBACK

"Manager pleeeease, can I pleeease have her as my personal trainer?" I was literally on my knees begging my manager at this point. He looked at the business card I handed him again and sighed.

"Yunho I said I'll think about it! Why are you being so whiny?"

"Because I don't want to lose this opportunity!"

My manager raised one eyebrow at me, clearly confused on what this so-called opportunity is that I am talking about.

"... the opportunity to get abs! I want to show the world my amazing body in our debut music video. I think it will do good for our group! We can hype up my abs!" I said enthusiastically. I knew that I was practically sacrificing myself to diets and intense cardio for the next month but I didn't care. I really wanted to have a personal trainer and become as strong as Y/N.

My manager sighed in defeat. "Fine, I'll bring this up to the chairman. But listen, if you don't get those abs by the time we film your debut mv, you're going to be in big trouble mister." he threatened.

I grinned and nodded. "Yes sir!"

And yet here I am. I was so excited for this day and yet, I didn't know what to wear.

"San! Saaaaan!" I yelled for my roommate. Mingi angrily knocked the wall from the next room where he was napping.

"Shut up Yunho!"

San bursted into the room. "Oh my god, my puppy, what happened? Why are you yelling for me, are you hurt?" He said grabbing me on the shoulders. He proceeded to check me from head to toe and even used the back of his hand to check my temperature.

"Haha, no," I said, gently pushing his hand away from my face. "I was just wondering,"

I pulled out some black shorts and a white t-shirt, and some gray sweatpants and a black t-shirt.

"What should I wear to my training session?"

San rolled his eyes and put both options back inside my closet. He proceeded to take out some track pants and a matching jacket.

"Bam! If you want to dress to impress, gotta dress neat!" he exclaimed, handing the clothes to me.

I grinned and ruffled his hair. "Thanks brother!"

I arrived at our company's indoor gym 10 minutes before the session began. Twirling my thumbs, I nervously stood around wondering what I should do before she got here.

I fixed my hair, I stretched, and I jumped around the equipment. Only five minutes passed.

GAAHH, is time moving slower just to torture me or what?

Y/N POV

I asked around and finally arrived at the company's indoor gym. Before I went inside, I heard some heavy clanging possibly from weights tumbling onto the hardwood floor.

I looked inside through the small window on the door and saw Yunho hurriedly picking up some dumbbells that he knocked over on the ground. I chuckled as he quickly put the last one back on the stand and sighed with relief.

He stood up and looked around, so I ducked behind the door to avoid being caught staring at him.

Why am I hiding? I'm supposed to be here! I thought and shrugged. I stood back up and opened the door.

Yunho quickly struck a pose next to the weight stand, possibly trying to act casual but just ended up looking funny. I couldn't help but chuckle.

"Good morning Jeong Yunho," I said, setting down my bag.

He returned to standing normally and grinned at me. "Good morning Y/N."

I took out my training notes that his manager gave me and looked up at Yunho. "Okay! Let's get started shall we?"

YUNHO POV

Wow, I'm so jealous of her. She was wearing a red velvet cropped sweater and trackpants set today, clearly showing her abs. It got me so pumped to earn some muscle myself.

We did some basic stretches together and then she helped me with some core exercises.

"Okay, let's do some squats!" she said. She set up a weight lifting bar with 20 pounds on a stand.

"So you're going to stand in front of the bar like this," She stood in front of the bar. "And keep your hands next to your shoulders so I can hand you the bar. Can you set the bar on my hands please?"

I nodded and walked behind her so I could give her the weight. She took it and balanced it on her shoulders. "Do you see how I'm holding it? Make sure you hold it like this so you don't get hurt."

"Okay!"

"Alright stay behind me and watch carefully," she said before she squatted down. She stopped when she went down.

"Look at my back and legs." she said. "My back is straight and my knees aren't going past my toes right?"

I looked at her back and her legs. "Yes,"

"This is so you don't hurt your back." She said some other stuff while standing back up but I wasn't paying attention. I was too busy looking at how her leg and back muscles flexed as she stood up and down. I felt like I was being hypnotized.

"YUNHO!" she yelled, snapping me back into reality.

"Yes! Yes mame?"

"Take it off!" she exclaimed.

Take the what off? She wants me to take something off? I was wondering wide eyed. My mind imagined many different things she could've possibly wanted me to take off until-

"The weight Yunho," she said gritting her teeth. "Put the weight back on the stand!"

"Oh! Yes of course!" I quickly took the heavy equipment and put it back on the stand.

"And as I was saying, if you make sure to let me know urgently like that when you're in pain, I would make sure to help you out right away." she exclaimed happily. "I'm right in front of you so don't be afraid and just do it. Let's start off with just doing 20 reps for practice."

I nodded and stood in front of the stand as instructed. She went behind me and I could hear her lifting the weight. "Are you ready?" she asked softly. Her voice tickled my ears and sent vibrations down my spine.

I gulped. "Yes, I'm ready."

She placed the weight in my hands and quickly stood in front of me. "Okay! Down, up 1! Down, up 2!"

I looked at her in front of me and grinned as I did the reps. Eventually, I started shaking, but I didn't want to tell her. I'll just stay strong until the end.

Y/N POV

He started shaking after 8. I looked at him, worried.

"Okay, up!" I walked closer to him and helped him hold the weight on his shoulders. I looked him in the eyes.

"You got this okay? Let's just do up to 10."

"No! I'll do at least up till 15 Y/N! I got this!" He said smiling through the pain.

I smiled at his determination and gently patted his thigh, letting go of the weights. "Okay, if you insist! I like the determination! Down, up 9! Down,"

YUNHO POV

My heart was racing faster than before, not only because of the squats but probably also because of how close Y/N was. She held my back, and guided me all throughout the reps with a smile on her face.

For the first time, I was not only admiring her physique, but also her face as she helped me through the last one. "And, up 15! Good job Yunho!" she said, getting the weight from me.

After setting it down on the stand she gave me a high five. "I'm proud of you," she reached up on her toes and patted my shoulder before handing me my water bottle.

I smiled and thanked her before drinking. But for some reason my heart was still racing. I looked away from her and covered my flushed cheeks. What was happening?

Y/N POV

He looked away to drink his water. Why was I being so nice to him? I let him go with just 15 reps instead of forcing him to do 20, and I even helped him! I've never been so meticulous with my clients before.

He pushed back his bangs that were wet with sweat and shook his head before setting down his water. I stood there admiring his forehead, forgetting to drink water myself.

"Uhm, coach? What's next?" he asked, snapping me out of my trance.

"Ah, right. More core, get into plank position," I said before quickly turning away from him. My face was heating up and my heart was beating fast.

That's weird, I wasn't even the one exercising, what's going on?

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kovecs · 4 years

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Hi everyone! I think I’ve shared my Cyberpunk 2020 character before, but I figured that -- in anticipation of 2077 -- I would put out a series of quick short stories that would follow his adventures in Night City. He is a pretty somber guy; glass half-empty type, but he has a good heart. So here’s part #1!

~Kovecs

Ash, 2020: A Cyberpunk Series

Part #1: Party Time

Neon lights flickered in a field of darkness, cascading off of floods of dancing pedestrians. Throughout the room, the buzz and hum of modern music berated what little remained of their eardrums. The nightclub smelled like must, booze, and second hand smoke. Ash, NCPD Detec, sat at a rust-stained booth. He was a complete contrast from the partying denizens; blinded by their revelry. He had been there for a haze of time, watching with cybernetic eyes and waiting patiently.

“You’re a cop, aren’t’cha, baby?” A female voice called over.

“How’d you guess?” Ash responded in a monotone voice. He turned his head. The voice was a young woman standing at the edge of the crowd. She wore colors which rivaled the neon lights. She was dramatically augmented, almost enough to the point that “cyborg” wouldn’t be an insult. Ash was one to talk, though, with his augmented eyes and cheap metal arm. The lights reflected off of the woman’s chrome cybernetics, making her look like digital distortion.

“Because cops are boring, and I can tell you’re no fun.” Her voice had a playful gleam. Ash couldn’t tell if her edge was taken off by bliss or booze. Maybe both.

“How do you know I’m not fun?” He asked, meeting her glowing gaze.

“Because there’s a fucking bitchin’ party and you’re sitting there all alone like an asshole.”

“I’m working.”

“See? No fun, asshole,” she stated, saying that last word with a playful giggle before turning around and disintegrating into the crowd. She was right. This, among many reasons, was why Detective Ash hated parties.

Ash disliked this party in particular, with its indistinct pandemonium of drugged up punks and abrasive music. He wondered if it was his nomad roots, but he hadn’t lived in the badlands since he was a kid. Night City was his home now, whether he liked it or not.

The detective sat there quietly for a few more minutes before suddenly, he was joined by a spindly man and his burly bodyguard. Ash looked at them both, his bright blue cybernetic retinas scanning them with an untrusting gaze. He knew them both. The bodyguard was Rage; hired muscle who worked for different gangs on and off. The gangly one was called Bisby Bracken, a low-tier fixer who was as likeable as radiation dust. He wore clothes of countless colors, like the young woman from earlier. Kitsch, they called it; all style, no substance.

“Didn’t think you were gonna show your face, Ash.” Bisby said, grinning wolfishly with chrome teeth. Ash could smell cheap moonshine and metal on his breath.

“You’re the one who’s late.”

“Fashionably, fashionably,” he responded, flicking away a cigarette butt. “Besides, I’m the one who called this little meetup.”

“Was the party your idea?” Ash asked in a monotone voice.

Bisby scoffed and rolled his eyes. “You see, Ash, that’s your problem. You can’t ever have fun.”

“I’ve heard that once or twice,” Ash grumbled. “Get to the point, Bracken. Why are we here?” Ash was hoping this would be worth his while. Bracken was scum, but he was connected. That could be useful.

“What’s the point of you guys anyway?” The Fixer was distracting again and it was old before it began. “Private cops are so much more efficient. The NCPD is old news, man. But you; you’re the most obsolete.”

“Why is that?”

“Because you still think it’s about good guys and bad guys, man.”

“Is that why you brought me here?” Ash was getting uneasy. “Just to tell me you don’t like me very much?”

“Naw, man,” Bisby said as he lit another cigarette. He puffed it and exhaled the smoke into the musty air. “I don’t really give a fuck about you, Ash. But my boss? He’s a different story… and he’s got a message for you.”

Before Ash’s heart even had a chance to beat, Bisby pointed a pistol at his face and moved his finger to the trigger. Ash only had a millisecond to respond. He jerked his head to the left, sending him to the side as the bullet burst through the back of the booth. Before Bisby could reload, Ash kicked the table into the thug and drew his own pistol.

“Fuck!” Bisby cried before Ash’s bullet ripped through his chest. He died immediately.

Ash was so dumbfounded that he did not even realize that Rage had picked him up. The hired muscle lifted him with ease and threw him into the crowd of party goers; most of them hadn’t even noticed or cared.

Ash quickly sat up and shook his head. He was still in a daze when he turned to finish Rage the same way he had killed Bisby, but he realized that his gun was gone. It had been knocked away during the struggle. Damn it.

Rage did not even say a word as he drove his boot into Ash’s face. Blood shot from the detective’s mouth and nose as he went back down. When he was lifted again, he made eye contact with his assailant. There was a reason they called him Rage; he liked this work. He’d rather kill Ash with his bare hands than use the gun at his hip. He rammed his head against Ash’s, sending his consciousness halfway through cyberspace. He did it again, then again, and then… BAM. The two of them crashed to the ground.

This time, it was enough for the partiers to scatter. On the dancefloor, the neon lights still flickered, the music still blared, but there were no dancers to be seen. Just Ash and the dead body of the man he had just shot with his own gun.

This was just another day in Night City. The detective wiped his face absently, smearing the blood. Rage had done a number on him. But whoever that boss was would have to be disappointed… for now. As Ash got up and left the club, he could not help but think that that girl was right: He was terrible at parties.

Dear Reader,

There’s part one! I’ll hopefully put out a few more of these before the game comes out. For this one in particular, I wanted to pay homage (best I can) to the style of William Gibson’s Neuromancer. I was also trying to give it an 80s vibe. I hope you enjoyed reading.

~Kovecs

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mooleche · 5 years

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A Story of Ink and Venom - Chap. 5

A/N - Someone wicked this way comes! Some new revelations revealed and Nina is tasked with an important request after some distressing news! There are some french translations in here that I’m not quite sure how to post on here so if you’re curious to know what they say I can make a separate post to explain what they translate to! As always I hope you enjoy and if you’d like to be tossed onto the notifications list lemme know!

Tagged - @leo-writer @master-sass-blast

Chapter 5: Preparation

I dreamt of blood.

Of tendons snapping and muscle being torn in two.

Heard the inescapable screams of terror in a void of nightmares that had me tossing and turning all night.

Then I saw them again. Those milky white eyes that narrowed as they set their sights on me, soon replaced by a gaping maw full of jagged teeth that were ready to tear into my skin like it was paper.

Then I woke with a small, terrified gasp.

It was just a nightmare. This is what I had to tell myself as I stared at the ceiling and tried to calm my racing thoughts. My heart continued to pound and my clothes were damp with sweat from my troubled sleep. But the longer I laid there the more aware I became of my surroundings. A soft melody weaved in and out of my hearing and the hues of blue and pink of our hanging lights danced in my blurred vision. It was noticing this that I was finally able to release a sigh of relief as I was able to remind myself of two important things:

I was home. And I was safe.

Beside me, the bed creaked and I turned my head to find Ava sitting cross-legged by my curtained window, hand over her mouth in serious concentration as she stared at her laptop screen. I made the effort to sit up and felt my entire body seize up with pain.

“Ah, she awakens,” her husky morning voice announced beside me as a groan of pain escaped me. I struggled to make the minimal effort to turn to her, only to be met with her hand that held my glasses and a bottle that she rattled at me.

“Drink up, Princesa. You’re gonna need these for the day ahead,”

“You’re a lifesaver,” I murmured as I accepted and downed them graciously. They could have been horse tranquilizers and I wouldn’t have cared, the pain that my body felt as I sat up had me almost wishing I was still facing those nightmares. Just the brief thought of reliving them made my stomach churn though, and I quickly tried to ignore it and press through the pain instead.

I slumped over on Ava’s shoulder and sighed, a small chuckle escaping her as she carefully moved a piece of hair away from my face.

“Surprised you’re even awake right now, you outdrank all of us,” she teased as I held my head, now fully feeling the effects of my terribly thought out decisions last night. That was right, we had drunk last night to calm our nerves. Despite being desperate to escape the conversation we spent almost all night talking about it. Ava and Benni assured me the news hadn’t caught wind of my participation that they were aware of, only that there had been no bodies at the scene.

That alone left me both relieved and terrified for Spiderman and whatever remains were of Deadpool.

If there were any at all.

I shook my head sluggishly to rid myself of the thought before looking to Bambi and Benni who were haphazardly sprawled along Bam’s bed, still very much unconscious.

“Why are you awake?” I asked Ava groggily, taking every motion delicately as the room continued to spin.

She raised a brow at me and smirked.

“You think a little booze is going to cause me to break schedule? Pfft, I’m Latina, bebita. But also,” she added, pointing to the floor and frowning, “You really need to answer that thing. It’s been going off since 7.”

I went to ask her what she meant but then I heard it. The low rumble of my phone vibrating against the carpet. At that moment my hangover was completely disregarded and pain tossed aside as I slid to the ground and fished for it desperately. Ava watched me, perched from above, curiosity now wrinkling her brows as I found the source to the buzzing and curled into a ball to suppress the pain.

All I could muster was a soft ‘oh no’ when I saw what was on the lock screen.

Ava inched closer to me to try and sneak a peek as I continued to stare, not daring to unlock it to see what fresh hell was waiting for me inside. "What's going on?"

A soft 'oh' left her lips as I showed her. A handful of messages and mixed calls littered the screen, the fear you only felt when you missed 10 calls from your mother when you were a teen hitting my core as I swiped it open.

Only this fear was brought by missing the calls of my mother, father, AND Renato.

I swallowed hard and scanned the messages. All worried, all sent at various times during the night and this morning:

‘Honey, we just saw the news. Are you alright?’ ‘You’re not picking up. Did something happen?’ ‘We’re very worried. Pls respond!’ - Mom

*‘Mon chéri? Nous sommes inquiets pour vous’ ‘Appelez s'il vous plaît’ - Dad

‘Are you home? -R’ ‘Nina? -R’ ‘Look. I know you’re still recovering from last night but something has happened. Come to the lab ASAP. -R’ ‘Again, it’s URGENT. -R’ ‘Also, call your parents. -R’ - Renato

My gut twisted further with guilt as I read various texts from them all, but the last few from Renato worried me the most. It was sent almost half an hour ago and my imagination was going in every direction it could with what could have happened.

He rarely sent texts out to people, even when it was an emergency. What if something happened to him? What if that thing came back for it’s missing piece? What if it pulled an Alien and created a Chest Burster inside of him??

I had to go and see what was going on.

I uncurled myself from my position before releasing a groan of discomfort, moving from one awkward position to another as I attempted to summon the strength to get up. It didn't work. Lying half off the bed beside me Bambi began to stir.

“Nina? What’s going on?” she yawned, rubbing her eyes as she unshifted from her own awkward position to sit up and watch my staggered efforts. Benni gave a soft snore next to her but remained still. I was fully convinced that we could have dropped a bomb on the city and she’d have stayed asleep during it.

“I have to go to the Professor’s office. Something's wrong,” I winced, finally finding my footing and attempting to poorly stretch to try and subdue the pain. While it didn't do much to help with it, it did help me understand where the source was. I tenderly touched my side only to recoil back as the shock of pain it sent. It was almost exactly where I had landed after the creature had flung me, bringing a series of uncomfortable pictures to my head before I could shake them away.

“What?!” Both Ava and Bambi asked in unison at my announcement, watching me shuffle awkwardly to my wardrobe that had seen better days. Bambi was now wide awake at this point and stood to meet me, a heavy frown set on her once pouty lips.

“Please tell me you’re not going, especially after last night-”

“Last night is just as much my issue as it is Renato’s, Bam. Who knows, maybe he just found out something interesting about that gunk,” I tried to reassure both her and myself as I began to rummage through my clothes. We were assigned two wardrobe closets to a dorm at the beginning of the year and expected to fit all of our belongings inside. While Bambi had somehow made hers always look presentable. Mine was everything but, and I now struggled as I attempted to rip a cute yellow hoodie with ‘Good Vibes’ written in a cute font across the front out of its clutches for the day ahead.

I succeeded, only to fall back and have a mess of clothes topple onto me in the aftermath. Both Ava and Bambi shared a look of worry before Bambi knelt down to help me.

“I just...think it’s kind of bullshit he’s calling you in after everything. Especially with that,” she added as she pointed to my midriff, shirt now raised some to reveal a nasty looking bruise that had formed overnight. Underneath lurked a nastier looking scar from past events that I quickly hid and looked away, suddenly very aware of my flaws.

“Bambi, *déjalo!”

“Sorry, I didn’t mean-”

“It’s fine,” I managed quickly, not wanting to mention it any more than it already had been. Like a monkey's paw suddenly sensing my wish to change the subject we all turned to my phone that had begun to vibrate again. Ava, the closest to it, studied the notification before her hazel eyes grew wide. “What is it?” I asked hesitantly as she stood and quickly closed the distance between us, holding my phone at arm's length like it was a bomb.

When I saw who was calling it might as well have been.

It was my father.

“Oh no, no. Can't you just like...I don’t know, tell him I’m sleeping??” I asked desperately, a snort erupting from her as she held it closer, holding me captive against the wall now.

“You really think I’m gonna pull off lying to your dad? Get real,” she hissed back while swiping over the green telephone emote to accept the call. I pursed my lips angrily in response, knowing she had me at a stalemate before I accepted the phone in defeat. "Ante up, bebita, you're on." she mouthed quietly as she and Bambi stood nearby quietly to listen. Even Benni's once peaceful snores were gone from the room as I prepared to completely BS my way through this conversation.

“Bonjour Papa!” I chimed into the receiver, knowing full well the I had just stepped into the lion’s den and had to be very careful about what was said. My father was as smart as he was strong, and the man had won a plethora of heavyweight titles before he retired. I had to be smart about where the conversation would go.

“Nina,” he started, dad tone already in full swing behind his heavy french accent. “We’ve been trying to get ahold of you all morning, *est-ce que tu vas bien? We saw the news and-”

“Oh right, the news.” I interrupted, clicking my tongue with thought as Bambi and Ava watched with wide eyes. I ignored them as I continued to search for the rest of my outfit in the mess I had created. “Wild stuff, right?”

“You didn’t get involved, did you?” he asked point-blank, my insides squirming as I pretended to scoff at his words.

“Me? Get involved? C’mon dad, *Avoir une certaine foi!” I grunted while struggling into a pair of leggings. He grunted back in response.

“I just worry, mon petite. Because reports say that a small mystery hero came in at the last second,”

“You don’t say,” I asked softly, hoodie stopped half over my body at these words. I wanted to curse. Sure, the news hadn't been able to record anything of my failed attempt at heroism, but I hadn't even thought about bystanders that might have seen.

“Oui, and she seemed to be wielding a hammer. A big black hammer that fell apart right after using it,” he pressed, my nerves getting the best of me as I scrambled to find proper words to say. “You sure you weren’t there?”

“Of course not." I started, tugging at my hair nervously as I began to feel myself ramble. "I-I was studying with the girls during the lock-in! Do you know how many superheroes are in New York? In Brooklynn for that matter? Do you really think I’d be dumb enough to take on that thing? Hah! Hah! You’re so funny, papa. Oh? What’s that? My phone is dying and I need to leave? What a very strange coincidence!” I laughed a little too loud into the phone, walking nervous circles in the room as Ava and Bambi watched with embarrassed stares.

“Nina-”

“I really gotta go, I did nothing wrong, ever!” I answered hastily before hanging up, pulling my hood over my face to hide from the heavy looks the girls were giving me. “Please, no commentary.”

“Smooth,” Ava whispered dryly as I shrugged and tossed my hands up in the air, immediately racked with another bout of pain. I struggled to shrug it off, instead focusing my attention on gathering my belongings to leave for the day. As I went to grab my bag I stopped, sheets of my old weapon schematics poking through that brought me back to the day before. I shook my head of the invasive thoughts wanting to pry through and removed them, knowing I had no business trying to use any of them anymore.

Behind me, Bambi took a seat on my bed and tugged at her sleeves nervously.

“You’re really not going to tell them?” she asked softly. The question made me stop abruptly and turn to her, disbelief in my eyes.

“Do you want to explain to them how they almost lost their only child while she was out playing hero?” I shot back quickly. I knew she meant well, and I knew that this would most likely end up biting me in the ass at a later time. But I also had to keep this a secret from them until it was all figured out, there'd be no point otherwise.

Especially if it meant putting them in danger.

“That’s...fair,” she agreed quietly after a moment of silence, Ava joining her side on my bed as they watched me scramble to shove my clothes back in my wardrobe. “Do...you want some company with Renato?” she offered, but I could see the fear in her eyes of having to face that moment again. Of having to go back to the labs and seeing what could possibly be another nightmare waiting. She had suffered just as much as I did and I didn't want to force her through it again if she wasn't ready.

Instead, I shook my head and feigned a smile.

“It’s fine, I’m going to Renato’s and then straight to Drawing 2 after. I’ll pick up your SD card for you while I’m there though, yeah?”

She looked relieved at this and nodded. “You’re a lifesaver, Neeners.”

“I know it,” I teased before grabbing my helmet and sauntering out of the door. Before I could leave fully my phone went off. Inside a simple text from Benni read ‘Be careful!’, but when I looked to the bed she was still as motionless as ever and dead to the world.

How did she do that?

“Aye, keep us posted!” Ava shouted through the door as I left, a soft sigh of relief escaping my lips as I headed outside. Truth be told it was a bit of a relief to be away from them. All the worried looks, the fear we had all felt hanging like a miasma in the room. I needed to get away from it all, to escape briefly so I could think.

Outside storm clouds loomed above, threatening to release hell down on the city at any moment. I hurried to Queen and took off before I was the unlucky duckling to have to experience it and, to my surprise, the street that had once looked like a warzone the night before was now pristine. Even the dark stain I had been haunted by on the way home was nothing more than normal black asphalt now. As much as people complained about where our tax dollars were going I had to give it to the city restoration committee for always being on point. They made it look like nothing had ever happened and, for a brief moment, I believed that.

Before I could enjoy the momentary peace of mind I was given I was already at work. My hands gripped my key card tight as I hurried to the door, trying to brace myself for whatever might be waiting for me inside. Instead, the door opened as I went to swipe and Barry stared at me, eyes wide with surprise as he saw my face.

“Miss Knight? What in the world are you doing here?”

“I wish I knew. The professor called me in,” I explained shortly before scooting past him to sail down the stairs. I stopped abruptly at the last step, hearing the harsh tone of Renato’s ring through the air. I had never heard him so angry, not even when I once accidentally almost broke Levi's aquarium by playing with one of my ink balls in the lab.

Another voice, a strangely familiar voice this time, now spoke in a deep yet desperate tone.

“Darwin please, we may have had our differences before but this...this could very well save lives!”

“I’m not going to tell you again. This is a dangerous subject and it has no place in the medical field. Leave the premises or I will be calling the police. And don’t you ever, ever use that name again.” he growled. My surprise and curiosity were through the roof at this point. Who could strike so much anger in such a simple man that would lead him to talk like this?

I had to know.

“Knock, knock.” I chimed softly through the sliding doors, as if I hadn't just been eavesdropping just moments earlier. My eyes immediately fell on the stranger causing the ruckus and I couldn’t help but manage a small gasp at who I saw. It was the janitor from last night, the man that had sent chills down my spine with just a simple question. “A-am I interrupting something?” I stammered, trying to keep my composure as his gaunt appearance glared at me before looking back to Renato.

“I was just leaving. I hope you sleep well at night knowing you work for a monster,”

“Well, I’m in college, so your first mistake was thinking I sleep at all,” I responded a little too sarcastically, a small grim chuckle leaving the man’s throat as he knocked shoulders with me on his way out. His demeanor had changed completely from the man I had seen just moments ago, once slumped shoulders now broad, all frailty from him diminished as he turned to face Renato once more with a dark stare.

“It was nice seeing you again after all these years, Professor. Remember, I did try to play nice,” he called before exiting the lab, leaving a heavy silence in his wake. I blinked in surprise, unsure if I had just been tricked into seeing two different people or if that man was just that good at changing his personality.

I turned to Renato who's brows were furrowed and was staring angrily at nothing in particular before I attempted to break the ice.

“So, who’s your friend?” I asked carefully, watching his eyes flicker up to me and narrow at the assumption.

“Never friends. We were hardly even colleagues,” he muttered as he began pacing, running his hands through his once neatly ponytailed dreads. They now fell over his face and shoulders as he stood hunched over his desk, fuming. “I knew something was off about that man, why didn’t I see it sooner?” he whispered to himself, fully immersed in the conversation in his head.

“Uh, what?”

“How could I have so foolish? Of course, I was being watched...how could I have known he would go to this level though? Stupid..."

"Renato?"

"If he gets his hands on this...dammit!” he hissed before slamming his fist on the desk angrily. I flinched at the action before snapping my fingers at him.

“Hey! Earth to Renato, bring it back down to Earth!” I called, watching him snap from whatever stupor he had previously been in. Looking up close at him now he looked exhausted, like he hadn’t slept at all. Under his lab coat, I saw now that he was wearing the same clothes he had worn when I left last night and it finally clicked. “Did you stay here all night?”

“I...well, yes,” he admitted sheepishly before he took to rubbing his chin, looking at nothing in particular like he was deep in thought. We stood in silence for a few moments before I touched his shoulder, confusion rapidly growing in my head that I was desperate to get explained.

“Hey, are you going to explain what’s going on or…?”

He seemed to slip back into the moment and sighed, pulling off his glasses to clean them anxiously. “Right. Sorry. I was hoping to give you a day to rest but...something happened.”

“So you said in the text. What is it?” I asked suspiciously, fear creeping into my voice before I could stop it. He took a large sigh before pressing his palms together and directing them at me with somber eyes.

“You have to promise that you’ll let me explain before you get upset,” he started, looking down at me with a gaze that turned serious within a few seconds. My stomach gave a quick twist of fear at this. It was suddenly very apparent that whatever that substance he had was no longer within sight, which made my thoughts run wild with worry.

“What did you do, Renato?” I asked gravely, watching him hesitate before starting towards the fish tank. My gaze hardened as I noticed it was now covered with a dark sheet, a sheet that he now removed to reveal a lazily wandering Leviathan in the water. I released a sigh of relief, a piece of me fearing the worst for the little crustacean.

That was before it turned its sights on me at least.

It was like I had been tossed into a sci-fi horror flick. Its skin went from its usual beautiful maroon to a horrific pitch black, it’s size growing into something grotesque before he began to slam against the glass. Renato steadied the tank before tossing the sheet over it once more and it's furious attempts to leave grew silent. I stood in terrified silence trying to process what I just saw, hands quivering at my sides as Renato turned back to me and managed a weak unsure shrug.

“What, pray tell, the everloving fuck was that?” I finally managed to whisper as he started back towards me, hands shoved deep in his lab pockets as he seemed to ponder what to say to me. I took a step back from him, my gut suddenly unsure of how I felt about being around him. His gaze looked hurt at this but he kept his distance as if nervous I would run if he got too close.

“I suppose I deserve that…” he whispered before I scoffed, tossing my arms up in the air with a sarcastic laugh.

“You suppose? That guy was right, you're a damn monster!"

“Nina please, your language-”

“Do not start with me over that,” I snapped, folding my arms, ready to hear what excuse he had ready for what I had just seen. "Explain. What the fuck happened when I left?”

He sighed and nodded softly, giving up on arguing.

“Right. So, you left, and I had been engrossed in researching this creature. It’s quite a find, Nina, it’s DNA is incredible. So incredible in fact that I found it had regenerating cells and I…” he trailed, taking his glasses to fiddle with them as he spoke. “I saw a window for experimentation and I took it.”

“On Levi? But why? You know what that thing can do!” I protested, his features dark with thought.

“I know, trust me, I know. I thought...maybe a smaller dose wouldn’t have the effects of its original host, that maybe it could reverse his health,” he admitted, a look of weariness taking over him. “It did do that but it also turned him into what you just witnessed.”

“And how does your friend tie into this?” I asked grimly, nodding towards the door. He scowled at my use of friend but sighed wearily.

“As I said, he’s an old colleague...from a different time. Back...when I worked for the government,” he explained quietly.

I blinked in shock.

“You did what for the who now?”

“I was a scientist for a special research program briefly after college with the close colleague of mine I've mentioned, along with the man you saw earlier. He went by Oliver Phobus, though I’m not sure if he still goes by that name…” he trailed as if thinking hard into the past.

I couldn't believe he wasn't sharing this information with me. I could barely get him to reveal what his favorite juice was on store runs half the time much less a look into his past like this. I decided to press my luck and prod further.

"Why is that?"

“Oliver was, well, is a desperate man. His forte used to be finding cures to uncommon diseases, often taking devious measures to get to his answers if it meant a breakthrough.”

“Such as?” I pressed, curiosity growing by the second. He pursed his lips before continuing, a look of discomfort falling over him as if not wanting to answer.

“He did many experiments on...people...terrible things,” he whispered, my mouth growing dry at his words. His eyes grew dark at the mention of it, like he was reliving the experience as he spoke. “As soon as we found out we made sure he was removed from the program, but soon after he and his family left without a trace on where to find him. And then today…” he sighed, fist resting on his chin as he recounted what happened. “Today I was trying to take a sample from Levi and he came in and saw. He saw what Leviathan had become and I know he’s going to come back for him.”

“You think he’s going to come back? You told him you were going to call the cops!” I reasoned, a grim chuckle erupting from him as he stood once more and started organizing things from his desk.

“You underestimate the level of desperation he’s at,” he answered shortly before hunching over his laptop, body stiff as he began to clack away at the keyboard. I shifted nervously, still trying to process all the new information given to me. Renato called him a desperate man but didn’t he just commit his own messed up experiment in the name of science? But also to hear he experimented on people, it left a bitter taste in my mouth. That strange smile he presented to me the night before now seemed all the more devious and caused a shiver to run down my spine at the thought of it. Renato at least seemed ashamed of what he did.

Phobus just seemed like a mad man on a mission.

“So...what will you do now?” I asked softly, my gaze traveling back to the tank that stood silent now despite the uproar that had just happened. Just remembering the glimpse of black tendrils slithering out and the sheer anger it seemed to have when it saw me...it made me not even want to be in the room.

Renato sighed as he turned back to me and folded his arms.

“This is where it gets tricky,” he began, frown settled deeply on his lips at what he was about to say. “My work, Levi specifically, can’t stay here any longer. I’ll be alerting the proper authorities of what’s transpired but I need to get him somewhere safe before I do so. Can't exactly have them seeing what he's become without it turning into a worse situation than it already is,"

“Fair enough,”

“What I need from you is just to stay here and keep guard while I travel home to get the proper equipment to take him to my colleague's residency. There we can do some proper testing, maybe see if we can reverse this-”

“You want me to do what?” I asked incredulously. Above us, a warning of thunder rolled past, a feeling of unease taking hold of my gut at his request. Here he was, dropping a complete bombshell on me and expected me to just roll with it like it was no big deal? I shook my head and held my hands up in disagreement. “Professor…”

“I wouldn’t be asking if I wasn’t desperate, Nina. You're one of the only people I trust with this,” he admitted, placing a hand on my shoulder with a look of sheer exhaustion. “I know you’re unhappy with me right now. I know I made a bad decision, but I can’t let him have this. He’s a dangerous man and I don’t know what he’ll do with the information or what could happen if-,”

“If he gets ahold of this, right,” I sighed, not wanting him to finish the terrifying thought that Levi could very well transform into some terrible if given the chance. Or even something worse happening if someone was able to manipulate that DNA. Inside every fiber of my being protested this request, but deep down I also knew all too well that sometimes you had to make the hard decisions that you really didn’t want to. I just wished it wasn’t me in this scenario, especially after the first time had already gone so wrong.

Renato was desperate by his standards though, and he had stuck his neck out for me so many times in the past year that I lost count. It was only fair I repay him for it.

I just hoped it wouldn't bite me in the ass later.

“Alright, I will watch Levi until you can make it back. I have a class soon but I can skip if you need me to-”

“Not necessary. I’m already in enough hot water, I don’t need your parents blaming me for you missing class,” he joked softly before his demeanor changed. “You did talk to them last night, didn't you?”

“Define talk and last night,” I smiled sheepishly before laughing nervously at his sour appearance. “Relax, we spoke briefly this morning. They know nothing so I’d like to keep it that way,” I admitted before glancing at the clock and frowning. “Shoot. I’ve gotta head out but I’ll be back at around 6, is that too late?”

“6 is perfect. I’ll have everything ready for when you return so we can make this quick,” he added before pausing and looking at me with a soft frown. “Are you sure you’re up for this? You can say no, especially after everything that’s happened last night.”

“I’ve already made my decision, haven’t I? What’s the worst that can happen anyway? It’s just some science nerd that probably won’t even show up tonight, right?” I joked, trying to hide my own fear by making light of the situation. Renato gave me a weary smile before heading to his desk to get to work, brows creased with uncertainty at my words.

“I suppose you’re right, I'm probably just being careful about this. Just...be ready, we’ll discuss more when you return,” he concluded, setting us on our separate ways until the big night ahead.

Despite him trying to be reassuring about it a part of me knew that it wasn't going to be that easy.

Things were never that easy.

#long post #oc shit #marvelsona #venomsona #oc x colossus #slow burn #y'all grammarly decided not to work halfway through so #forgive ya boi

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daddynamjoonsbbyg-blog · 6 years

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𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕓𝕥𝕤 𝕞𝕖𝕞𝕓𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕨𝕙𝕖𝕟 𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕪 𝕨𝕒𝕟𝕟𝕒 𝕜𝕚𝕤𝕤 𝕪𝕠𝕦(๑･̑◡･̑๑) ((pt 1))

a/n: part two will be on my profile - it’s not letting me link it too the post rn:((

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namjoon

- nervousness™

- sweATY

- awkward laughs

- start too reach for your hand

- he’ll start giggling when you look at him

- his fucking dimples will be 💯💯

- he’ll adjust his hair

- stare into ur fuckin soul

- winks™

- he’ll whisper in ur ear

- heLLA SEDUCTIVE

- hand on ur thigh;))

- he’ll caress your cheeks

- then he’ll all sly like come in and BOMB ur kissing namjoon

seokjin

- he would b a lil sweaty ngl

- he’ll start making jokes too lighten the mood (even tho he’s the only one that feels awkward)

- he’ll, really easily, slide next too you

- he’ll be hella polite and slow with every movement

- he would ask you “can i kiss you” wait no “may i kiss you,”

- he’d then look you in the eyes

- be all smiley and stuff

- maybe a wink

- close his eye slowly and move in

- bitch he gunna blow ur mind

park jimin

- haiR ADUJST tm

- he would just STARE for a good solid five minutes and then you’d be like “what are you looking at” and then he’d say “just your beautiful damn self” or some low key clingy shit like that

- he’d sit in a weird position that would show off his muscles (since he’s got a gOOD BOD TM)

- you’d FEEL the connection between the two of u,,, like if anyone else was in the room they’d be placing bets on how long it’ll take y’all before u start to make out right there

- he’d (ofc) adjust his hair, smile at you, grab your hand

- he would “accidentally” touch your thigh or your hand, look into your eyes for a good minute, then say some STUPID AF pick up line that would make ur flipping heart melt

- that is when he’d strike, at your weakest moment, and then BAM ur making out

jungkook

- soft boy™

- he’d be the MOST shy

- he’d just smile, stare, and make you a lil confused

- he’d stutter with everything he says

- “so-o hho-w a-a-re yy-ou??”

- you’d think it’s cute tho so it’s fine;)

- constantly adjusting every article of clothing

- making moves? he doesn’t know her

- ngl awkward silences

- he’ll make cute comments about the appearance and personality

- “you... lo-ok really good tod-ay (Y/N)

- “you’re ey-es are so-o pretty”

- “you’re outf-its are alwa-ys so nic-e,”

- and other cute shit like that

- he wouldn’t be smooth w his words, but you could feel how much he meant it

- but you could also feel how shy and scared he was

- you’d then move your hand onto his

- he’d b a lil shook (you can see it in his face)

- although kookie is shy, he isn’t stupid, just from you putting your hand onto his, he’ll know;)

- he leans in, moving his hand from your hand and over too you bicep

- he’ll give u a lil smile;)

- and then he’ll lean in fully, resting his lips on yours

- *fire works start*

hoseok

- okay so our man hoseok would b a lil different from the rest

- literally NO awkwardness

- a ton - and i mean a TON of smiling

- hoseok just knows how to make a situation that should be awkward fun and light hearted, and it makes you feel so much better

- he’d give a wink or two;)

- compliment your outfits (just so he can touch your arm or your thigh)

- “wow (Y/N), how expensive were these pants?” *begins touching your thigh* “they feel like very nice cotton blend” or something HELLA silly like that

- he’d respect his boundary’s tho don’t get me wrong

- he’d just be such a sweetie then entire time until he gives you this look

- you know the look im talking about

- that’s when he’d put his hand on your thigh (this time not to compliment your clothing)

- look you DEAD straight in the eyes

- tell you how beautiful you are

- and soon after would lean in for a kiss

- and you’d ofc lean back i mean it’s jhope he’s a cutie

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greatpretending · 7 years

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This City Never Sleeps (When You’re Bleeding Out)

Word Count: 3195

Pairing: Eventual Peter Parker x Female!Reader

Warnings: Lots of blood and DIY surgery. Cursing.

Summary: Sequel to This City Never Sleeps. Peter is injured after a night of friendly, neighborhood vigilantism.

Tags: @seargantbcky @darlin-you-bitch @emily-ily2 @rosep16 @comics-and-stuff @t4rt-deco @octopishisahybridanimal @slythergirlimagines I really hope I got everyone tagged who asked and I’m really sorry if I missed you.

A warm breeze drifted through your open glass door to your desk where you were working on your Geometry homework for the next day. The sun had set not half an hour ago, and the occasional sound of a passing car or plane was the only thing to disrupt your concentration. Tony was out of town, as usual, so you had the house to yourself without any loud rock music filtering through the walls.

Tap-tap… tap-tap-tap… tap-tap...tap...tap.

Your fingers hit your calculator rhythmically. You heard a woman laugh outside.

Then it was silent again.

The silence was both a blessing and a curse. It was good for concentration, but it also made you feel lonely. Silence was empty. Homes were full. When you first moved in with Tony, you used to play piano music out in the living room so you could pretend it was your dad playing while you sat in your room. Eventually, you grew out of that and learned to live with the silence. Appreciate it, even.

BAM!

You startled a little at the sound of a gunshot outside, though that wasn’t totally uncommon either. It was probably about three blocks away by the sound of it. You turned back to your homework, and not two minutes later you could hear sirens in the distance.

Just another night in Queens.

Suddenly, there was a loud thump on the terrace outside your room, and you spun around in your chair, hand flying to your chest.

“Peter!” you exclaimed, seeing your friend awkwardly leaning in the doorway. He had his Spider-Man suit on, and his mask was pulled up just past his hairline. “What the hell, you almost gave me a heart attack!”

“I was just in the neighborhood,” Peter said. “I thought I’d… swing by.”

“You did not just make a pun about yourself,” you said. Peter winced, and not because of his bad joke. Just as soon as your heart rate had slowed down, it picked right back up. Peter was hurt.

He was gripping his right bicep, and blood was dripping down from between his fingers. You jumped up from your desk and rushed over to him. You didn’t say a word as you gently moved his hand out of the way to look at the wound, then snapped your head up to look at him.

“Did you get fucking shot?” you asked.

“You should see the other guy,” Peter said, trying to smile through his pain. It came out more like an awkward grimace. “Well, you probably will on the news tomorrow.”

The gunshot and sirens you heard before must have been from Peter’s fight. “Stay here,” you told him, then rushed to your bathroom to grab a towel. You pulled the belt off your bathrobe and went back outside.

Slinging the towel over your shoulder, you lifted Peter’s arm from his side and tied the belt tightly around it, a few inches above the wound, as a makeshift tourniquet. You then firmly wrapped the towel around the wound to decrease the blood flow as much as possible.

“Come on,” you said, starting to guide him inside. “I’ll have Paul drive us to the hospital.”

“No, no, no, no, no.” Peter said, stopping. “I can’t go to the hospital! I don’t have any other clothes, and then they’ll call Aunt May and then she’ll find out I’m Spider-Man and she’ll freak out!” You looked at him incredulously.

“Peter, there is a bullet in your arm! You need to see a doctor!”

“I thought you could take it out!”

“What the fuck makes you think that!?”

“I don’t know,” Peter shrugged. “You got the highest grade in anatomy and physiology, and you’re literally building a heart regulator in your spare time?”

“That doesn’t make me a surgeon!” you countered, flabbergasted. Things went quiet for a moment, and Peter put his free hand over yours where you held the towel around his arm.

“(Y/N) please, the only other option I have is to do it myself. I really need your help,” he said, soft and sincere.

You didn’t move for a moment. This was a terrible idea. If you tried to do this you would probably make the injury worse. And then Peter would lose his arm completely. You looked into his pleading eyes and sighed.

“I’ll look at it,” you said. “But if you hit an artery or a tendon I am taking you to the hospital.”

“Deal,” Peter said.

Getting more nervous by the second, you took Peter to the workshop, shakily punched in the passcode to get in, and sat him down on a bench. He was looking around like a kid in a candy shop, and you remembered that he hadn’t ever been in there before. You didn’t have time to show him around, though, you kind of had a friend with a bullet in his arm to worry about.

“You need to get this off as much as you can,” you said, smacking the button on his chest to release the tension in his suit. “It’s going to get in my way.”

You helped him pull his good arm out, then quickly removed the towel and bathrobe tie to get it off his other arm.

“Aaahh,” he hissed as you peeled the suit away from the wound site, dried blood making the spandex stick to his skin.

“Sorry, sorry,” you winced, and a fresh wave of blood seeped from around the bullet. As soon as his hand was free and the suit was pooled around his waist, you replaced your makeshift tourniquet and the towel. “Lie down,” you instructed. You took off your watch and fastened it onto Peter’s uninjured wrist. “PURDUE, can you monitor Peter’s vital signs, please? Just let me know if there’s anything to worry about.”

“Of course.”

“Don’t move,” you told Peter.

You did your best to recall everything you knew about treating wounds. After Tony had come home beaten and broken for the first time after you moved in with him, you made sure to get into some first aid classes at the American Red Cross so you could be more helpful in the future. The worst thing was feeling helpless and useless when someone you cared about was in pain.

You pulled off your sweater, because sleeves are unsanitary, leaving you in your tank-top, and pulled your hair back, fastening it with the hair tie you’d left by the sink in there last week. You retrieved the large first-aid kit from the wall and brought it to the counter near Peter, opening it up, but not touching anything inside yet. You then went back to the sink and washed your hands. You took the few minutes of scrubbing to calm your breathing. This wasn’t so bad. Everything would be fine. It was just a bullet wound. In your best friend’s arm. No big deal. You’d seen worse on Tony before.

God, you wished Tony were here.

You thought about calling him for a moment, but you figured there wasn’t much he’d be able to do over the phone, and it would probably upset Peter. You needed the both of you to be as calm as possible right now.

When your hands were clean and dry, you went back to the first-aid kit and carefully put on a pair of gloves.

“Are those real Iron Man suits?” Peter asked you, looking at the wall to his left.

“Yes,” you said. “Can you unwrap the towel?”

Peter reached over with his good hand, carefully loosening the towel from around his bicep. The bleeding had all but stopped, only trickling slowly from the wound now. You took a bit of gauze and cleaned up what you could, being as gentle as possible. The butt of the bullet was sticking out from Peter’s skin, angled up towards his shoulder, so you hoped it wasn’t deep enough to cause any serious damage. It looked as if he had had his arm out in front of him when it happened. He was probably shooting a web.

“Why is that blue one so small?” Peter asked, talking about the suits again.

“It’s mine,” you replied, not looking up from your work. Peter’s head whipped around to look at you, which caused his whole body to shake a little. You flinched back instinctively.

“It’s yours!?” Peter said, eyes wide.

“Yes,” you said, a little irritated. “Can we talk about it later? I’m trying to take a bullet out of your body.”

“Right, sorry,” Peter apologized, looking back up at the ceiling. With the wound mostly clean, you prodded his arm in a few places.

“It doesn’t look like it hit your Brachial artery,” you said. “And it’s not low enough to have gotten the tendon.”

“So I don’t have to go to the doctor?” Peter asked.

“You should have gone straight to the doctor,” you said shortly. You sighed deeply. “But I’ll do my best to take it out, yes.”

“Thank you,” Peter said.

“Don’t thank me until after you don’t wind up with permanent nerve damage or a severe infection,” you replied. You set back to work, opening an iodine packet and dipping a couple cotton swabs into it. “PURDUE, can you scan the wound to see if I missed anything?” you asked, grateful you could get a second opinion from somewhere. A blue light swept up and down Peter’s arm.

“Peter’s rapid cell regeneration is already causing his body to reject the foreign object,” PURDUE told you. “After it is removed, only a tight gauze wrap will be necessary.”

“Well, that’s good,” you said. “I definitely am not ready to give you stitches.”

You took one of the iodine-soaked swabs out of the packet and gently scrubbed circles around the bullet hole, careful to not get any in the wound. After about thirty seconds, you pulled the second swab out and started again. Peter’s breathing became a little more labored, and you saw the muscles in his face tense up.

“I know, I’m sorry,” you said. You hated that you were causing him even more pain.

“It’s fine,” Peter said through his teeth.

You discarded the iodine and cotton swabs, and picked up a fold of gauze from the first aid kit. You began feeling flustered again, and felt a lump forming in your throat. You looked from the wound to Peter’s face. You could tell he was trying really hard to not show you how nervous he was.

“Are you sure you want me to do this?” you asked one more time, hoping he would change his mind and have you take him to a professional. He turned to meet your eyes.

“Yes,” he said. “I want you to do this. I need you to do this. And you know what? You can do this. I trust you a hundred percent.”

With Peter’s reassurances, you took a deep breath. “Okay,” you said. “This is going to hurt. Like, a lot. So bite down on this.” You handed him the gauze and he put it in his mouth, settling it between his molars. You took a sturdy pair of tweezers from the kit. “Ready?” you asked, and Peter nodded.

After one last calming breath, you gripped the bullet firmly with the tweezers.

And you began pulling.

Peter’s body immediately tensed up, and you held his arm down with your free hand. His breathing grew heavy and labored, and he bit down on the gauze in his mouth, grunting around it.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” you repeated. Tears welled up in your eyes as you pulled on the bullet, firmly and steadily. After just a few long, antagonizing seconds, the metal slid free of Peter’s body. Gasping, he spat the gauze out of his mouth.

“Damnit, that hurt,” he said. You dropped the tweezers and bullet onto the counter as your hands started trembling again.

“I’m sorry,” you apologized again. The tension in the room had snapped and you were left shaking from the relief. You distracted yourself by using more gauze to put pressure on the wound, which made Peter flinch again. “Sorry.”

“No, don’t be,” Peter was quick to say. “You did amazing, thank you so much.”

You didn’t respond, just set to work dressing the wound. This, you knew how to do. After it was wrapped and fastened, you helped Peter sit up. Things remained quiet as you began cleaning up, throwing the bloody gauze and towel into the trash.

“Want a souvenir?” you joked, gesturing toward the bullet.

“No thanks,” Peter chuckled.

You went back to the sink, pulling out a washcloth and wetting it down. You brought it back to Peter and started wiping the blood off of his arm.

“See?” Peter said. “You’re already a great doctor.”

You smiled at that, laughing a little shakily. You lifted his arm from his side so you could clean the blood off his ribcage. That’s when you realized he was shirtless. It hadn’t really registered earlier with all of the adrenaline and panic, but you had a shirtless boy sitting in front of you. A cute shirtless boy. A cute shirtless boy who was ripped. And also a superhero.

After just a very brief moment of hesitation, you started wiping away the blood on his side. You mentally smacked yourself upside the head. Peter was your friend, this was not a sexual situation, and you don’t feel that way about him anyway. It was just the adrenaline getting to you, that’s all.

“Uhm,” you said after he was mostly cleaned off. “If you want to go into my bathroom and try to get more of this blood off you can. I’ll see if I can find some clothes for you.” You handed him the washcloth, but you didn’t meet his eyes, embarrassed by where your train of thought had taken you.

“Thanks,” Peter said, sliding off the bench. He took one last look around the workshop before heading down the hall.

You finished cleaning up, then locked up the workshop and went into Tony’s room, looking for some sweats he may have left there. They would be a little big on Peter, but it was better than him trying to get back into his bloody, torn suit. When you found something suitable, you went back into your room, and into your en suite.

The door was open, so you didn’t think anything of walking right in, but when you did, you were met with a mostly-naked Peter. He had taken his suit completely off and set it next to the sink, leaving him just in his boxers. Your face caught fire.

“Uh,” you said awkwardly, trying to look at anything but Peter’s skin. Your eyes met in the mirror. A faint blush crept up on his cheeks, but he didn’t say anything. “Sorry, here, I’ll just--” You replaced the suit with the spare clothes and left the room quickly.

You took Peter’s suit to the laundry room and filled the sink with cold water, berating yourself your your awkwardness. After setting the suit to soak, you went into the kitchen, poured a glass of apple juice, and grabbed a small bag of pretzels. You took the snack back to your bedroom, where you found Peter sitting on the edge of your bed, looking extra small in the over-sized clothes.

“Here,” you said, handing him the glass and the bag. “You lost a lot of blood, your body needs to replace the fluids.”

“Thanks,” he said. You pushed past your previous awkwardness and climbed up on the bed, gesturing for him to join you in leaning back against the headboard.

“I didn’t get a chance to ask before,” you started as he munched on the pretzels. “How’d you wind up with a bullet in you?”

“It wasn’t really anything exciting,” Peter said with a shrug. “Intercepted a mugging, guy had a gun, shot me, I webbed him down, then called the police from his phone.”

“Nothing exciting,” you repeated with a laugh. “I think I heard it happen, though.”

“Probably. It didn’t happen far from here.” Peter said, then turned to look at you excitedly. “What I want to know is when you were going to tell me you had an Iron Man suit!”

“It’s not really mine, per se,” you confessed. “I mean, it is, but I don’t get to use it whenever I want. It’s for emergencies only.”

“Like when aliens attack New York City?”

“Like when aliens attack New York City,” you agreed. “That, and a short training session were the only times I’ve worn it.”

“That’s lame,” Peter said, and you shrugged.

“It doesn’t bother me. I don’t think I could handle the stress or responsibility of being a superhero. It’s just not for me.”

“Yeah,” Peter said. “It’s already not easy, and I’ve only been doing it for a few months. I don’t know how the other guys do it.”

“With a lot of support from their friends and family,” you said, looking at Peter with a smile. “Also… a lot of therapy.” You both laughed.

You fell into a comfortable silence, each pulling out your phone and scrolling through. You let the events of the evening settle, and you began to wind down. Eventually you pulled youtube up on your TV and started watching videos together. You hoped he didn’t notice that most of your recommended videos involved Spider-Man. If he did, he didn’t say anything.

Through the hour of cat videos and stunt fails, you both gradually slid down until you were horizontal, and before long, Peter was nodding off to sleep.

“Sorry,” he said suddenly, sitting up. “I should head home.”

“Don’t be silly,” you argued, sitting up as well. “Just stay here.”

“But… but we have school tomorrow. Aunt May will freak if I’m not there in the morning.”

“So text her and tell her you’re staying at Ned’s. You can’t use your arm right now, anyway, so you can’t spidey your way up to your window,” you said. “What are you going to do, knock on the door in the middle of the night and have her let you in?”

“Yeah… you’re right,” Peter conceded, relaxing back onto the pillows and pulling out his phone.

“We’ll get up early enough to stop by your house so you can change,” you said.

“Okay.”

You played another video, and things went quiet again. Last time Peter had spent the night he’d stayed in one of the guest rooms. Somehow there was a silent understanding that that wouldn’t be happening this time.

Peter eventually drifted off to sleep, looking peaceful with his lips slightly parted and his slow, even breathing. You shut off the TV.

“Hey PURDUE?” you said quietly, not wanting to disturb your friend.

“Yes?” The AI said through the speaker in your earring.

“Please don’t tell Tony about this.”

“I sense no danger, therefore I have nothing to report to Mr. Stark.”

“Thank you.”

You took one more look at the boy sleeping next to you before shutting off the light.

What am I going to do with him?

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hottmessexpresss · 5 years

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Fever.

Back problems.

These mothafuckin'Kids.

Three days ago, my son woke up sick. He had this look* on his face. An unsettled look. He looked me dead in the eyes, and he started to gag. My eyes widened with horror. My instincts kicked in, and I did what my dad would do when I was growing up. The only sure way to know you have reached another level of parenting: held out my hands cupped together held under his chin. A vomit catch-all, if you will. Maybe it's a kid instict too. He knew* what it meant and what to do. He played and was fine throughout the day. Thank god.

The NEXT day, I developed a decent fever. I felt like my body was ran over by an 18 wheeler. "Greaaaaaaaaaaat!" I thought to myself. I laid on the couch half dead in a pool of my own sweat staring at the clock. Is 7:00 too early for bedtime? My daughter ended up puking ONCE that evening, so i figured it was a 24 hour tummy bug. No other symptoms. No more vomit. Both kids seemed fine. I prayed that I would not fall ill, and that I**wouldn't be sick. Could you imagine? Being sick AND being the mom? Being the house chore manager? Being the post-op surgery home nurse? What the hell would that* be like? Well, my dad has always told me, God must have a sense of humor based on my life being like an episode of Curb Your Enthusiasm....and it was a god awful sense of humor, if that.

Yesterday, I was swiffer wet jetting a pool of urine on the floor. I shook my head, did my usual lecture on how only an animal would pee on the floor. How grayson wasn't an animal, and how pee goes INSIDE of the toilet. Not inside his construction cement truck (boys🙄😬). I bent over, and my life flashed before my eyes. BAM. I almost collapsed to the floor. I was sweating and writhing in pain. I couldn't muster up ENOUGH inertia to walk my body forward. My knees started to buckle, and immediate panic set in. Of all times for this to happen, with my luck-- it did (cue Curb Your Enthusiasm theme song). I am damn near 30 years old, and a Swiffer wet jet mop, along with a slight twist and bend movement, put me to the fuckin' floor. Meanwhile, J-Lo who is in her 50's is pole dancing and dancing at a top performance rate for a Superbowl half-time show. And again, here I am, in the same clothes as yesterday, my body getting over a fever, AND NOW pulled my back out of place. I was angry and upset that I have disabled myself.

Of course, Grayson and the baby caught wind of my sudden lack of movement and chaos ensued. Both hanging on my feet, whining and crying and fighting each other to be held. Every second ticked by slowly, as I completely winced and cursed in pain. I huddle by the cat tree. I try to stand and lean onto it and realized..I needed help. But who could help? How?

My husband was at work. Barely 2 weeks post-op from his shoulder replacement. I broke down in tears. My husband has just now been able to shower by himself. He's still in a sling and has very limited movement. What the hell am I going to do? With different parts of our bodies being out of commission, how* could we do this? I reluctantly called him. In tears, I waited 45 minutes before he got to the house. Before he arrived, with a little help from my Grayson, I was able to dress the baby. Grayson picked his clothes out, and got ready all by himself (I was shook). I waddle slowly to my bedroom and grab some socks and my Nike's. Grayson hauled ass into my room like always (because there isba child lock and it's forbidden) kneeled down and helped me put on my socks and shoes. I told him my back was hurting and he told me, "Don't worry mom. I'll fix it!" He lifted my shirt gently, and started to scratch my lower back. The tears were welling up. He got the baby clothes from her drawer (after one attempt), and sang "Twinkle Twinkle Little Star" to her as I changed her. I was overwhelmed with many emotions. I was in that moment, proud of Will and I's parenting and how my sweet and sour child, was being sweet and helpful to me.

Will arrives. He's stressed. I'm stressed. I keep apologizing over and over to him. I shove fruit snacks in my jacket. Will raises his voice at me to stop trying to put Grayson into his car seat. We are both frustrated. We are both not feeling it. I get to urgent care and wait for the doctor. He comes in after 10 minutes and says, "Oh? Are you striking a pose for a photo?" My hip is out and I'm leaning against the wall. I laughed. I explained what happened. He felt my hips and lower back. "Oh. Wow......you have HUGE knots all over the place...no wonder!" I held back tears. Then. This man turns to me and has THEE AUDACITY TO ASK ME** "Do you need a doctor's note for work?" I cracked a smile, but also wanted to strangle him right then and there. I explained my husband is two weeks post-op from shoulder replacement surgery, and that I have a 10 month old and a 3 year old at home, and all three are waiting in the car for me. He smiled and said, "I'd reccomend taking it easy, but that's not realistic is it?" He gave me a toradol shot, steroids for the inflammed muscles, muscle relaxers and T3. My anxiety sky-rocketed. I knew how Toradol made me tired. I knew how muscle relaxers obviously*** relax your muscles. T3 makes me groggy. How the fuck am I supposed to function on these AND take care of the kids?

So long gone are the days of being injured or sick and being able to sleep or "relax". So long gone are the days when no one else depended on you to be a fully functional adult during times of illness or injury.

My husband told me to go nap and relax my back. Though I was irriated by having to listen, and fight back the internal urge to pick up the toys on the ground, I obliged. Thinking back to a few months ago, my husband's sciatic caused him to be down and out from work for three days. I sat up in bed thinking of this. No offense to my husband; he works extremely hard and allows me the luxury of staying home with the kids. However, in this moment, I realized I wasn't able to experience the same "luxury" of taking three days off. Being a stay at home mom means, no days off. When youre sick, the world doesn't stop. Your toddlers certainly don't stop. So you, as the mom and house-manager, trudge through it. Because there is no other option or reason. Some are lucky to have family nearby that can cushion some of this blow. But unfortunately, that's not the case here. Instead, I facetimed my mom and cried to her, asking her to tell Grayson to be good for me. It worked (for a while).

I hate sometimes that these types of "problems" often come across as "complaining," but to me, just shows that a Mother's job never ends. We don't get to clock in, and clock out. We don't get paid lunch breaks. Often times I eat standing up, and pee with a rather curious audience (like when Grayson handed me toilet paper and told me to wipe my gina and did a horrendous digging motion with his hands). I don't get uninterrupted breaks. I don't physically see a paycheck deposited into my account.

This morning I woke up and before I got out of bed, I said a little prayer about being able to walk today. Thankfully, I can walk (at least). I made coffee, and waited for the monsters to wake up. I cooked them eggs and toast. I bribed grayson with a fruit snack to help get his sisters walker, and I slowly slowly lifted her in it. Getting her in and out of the crib has been a challenge. Babies want to be held and carried, and do not understand why* their mother isn't picking them up (torture).

I am realizing women are strong. Though I physically feel decrepid, I am appreciative of what women endure on a daily basis. Whether you work or stay home, being a mother is a 24/7 job that often goes without praise or recognition. Instead of binge watching Mad Men, or The Office (for the 56th time) posted up chillin' on meds, I am watching Paw Patrol while my kids nag and cry at my feet. "You should be THANKFUL. YOU HAVE THE BEST JOB IN THE ENTIRE WORLD....and an IMPORTANT ONE IF THAT." Well, Karen. Yes. Yes I do. I am "blessed" and "cursed" by this experience. I am** thankful. However, I am a human being. I am allowed to scowl and huff to myself, "this isn't fair!" While wanting to break down into tears. How dare I feel so selfish?

I am allowed to have bad days. Being a mom doesn't mean I am some bionic robot (though some days it definitely feels like it)

So here I am standing, slouched over the counter trying to rub a tennis ball into my lower back while my toddler screams, "THAT'S MY BAAAAAALLLLLLL MOM." All while my daughter also starts to scream (because her brother is screaming) I can't do anything but count to 10.

"Being a mom means having to choose between eating, showering, or sleeping. You can't do all three in one day" -unknown

Hug a mom, grandma or aunt today [or anyone that has raised you] and give yourself a pat on the back for being a bad ass super mom.

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cathygeha · 6 years

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In this second of the Kingman Brothers series, Aiden Kingman is reunited with the woman he mistakenly wronged seven years ago...and this time around, he’s determined to make things right. Seven years ago, Aiden Kingman had to choose between betraying Delanie Clark and her father or staying loyal to his father’s company. He chose his father—losing Delanie in the process—and he’s regretted it ever since. Now as CEO and partner in Kingman Partners International, he needs to finalize buying a retreat property, but there’s one major hold up: Delanie is the contract negotiator for the owner, and she doesn’t trust him. Delanie and her father lost everything when Aiden’s father lied about his intentions for buying her family’s mountain retreat. She swore that she would never have anything to do with Aiden Kingman again. But now she’s facing him across the negotiating table, and sparks that had previously been stamped out reignite between them. When tragedy places the deal on the line, will they put their history behind them? Or will the deal cost them both their second chance at love? Nina Crespo, author of the charming and sexy Forget You, is back with a sizzling romance that will have you believing in second chances, forgiveness, and learning to love despite the past.

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Chapter One

Seven years ago

Delanie Clark stroked the dark wood footboard of the large sleigh bed in the bedroom of the rustic two-room mountain cabin at Clearmount Retreat. Should she greet Aiden Kingman wearing the lingerie set she’d picked out last week at the mall while thinking of him . . . or nothing at all?

She walked to the side of the bed and dropped her green backpack on top of the blue comforter. She’d let him discover her naked . . . in the hot tub. A smile she couldn’t stop bloomed on her face. That was the perfect place to wait for him and escape the chilly autumn night.

Finally, it was Friday. She’d hardly been able to concentrate during her classes at the University of Kentucky because he’d stayed on her mind. Since he’d called on Wednesday to tell her he was definitely flying in from Maryland for the weekend, the days had crept by at a snail’s pace and so had the five-hour drive earlier from Lexington. It seemed like an eternity since she’d last seen him, instead of just one week.

Delanie took off her brown hiking boots and socks, along with her tan wool sweater, jeans, and underwear. She stuffed her clothes into the pack, stowed everything in the closet behind her, then hurried into the corner bathroom for a towel. When she came back out, she dimmed the brass lamp on the bedside table.

Moonlight shining through the sliding glass door across from her gave the simply furnished room a romantic glow. The smell of the oak logs stacked inside the fireplace built into the wall near the foot of the bed lingered with the clean, earthy scent of the space.

While she was growing up and living on the retreat property, one of the jobs her father assigned to her had been filling the kindling boxes and stocking wood in the cabins. She used to imagine the guests enjoying warm drinks in front of their fireplaces, thoroughly mesmerized by the orange and amber flames curling and flickering over the logs.

Later on, she and Aiden would lie in bed, watching their own fire slowly burn to embers. For once, they could fall asleep in each other’s arms and wake up together in the morning, like a normal couple, and share breakfast. Her dad was on a fishing trip until late Sunday. For the first time, she wouldn’t have to sneak back down the trail into the family living quarters she shared with him before dawn. More importantly, Aiden’s concern about them seeing each other as a conflict of interest while he negotiated to buy Clearmount from her father no longer existed. The papers had been signed yesterday, selling the property to Aiden’s family company, TriRoyal Incorporated. They’d take over ownership of her dad’s thirty-acre retreat next month, and she and Aiden were finally free to share about their relationship.

Delanie hurried out the sliding door into the wood-framed, glass-enclosed deck and shut it behind her. Moonlight illuminated the steam rising from the sunken hot tub on the right. The mountains in the distance and the gently swaying trees surrounding her added to the peaceful ambiance.

She dropped the towel on the deck, twisted her long, dark hair into a loose topknot, then slipped into the rippling water. The stress from studying and agonizing over the economics exam she’d ultimately aced that afternoon melted away as she leaned back and closed her eyes.

Would Aiden have more of TriRoyal’s modernization plans to show her? What he’d shared so far was fantastic. Redwood-and-stone cottages would replace the well-used wood cabins that were currently on the property. Picture windows would provide views of the lake, trees, and mountains.

Delanie’s heart accelerated as she recalled Aiden sitting across from her a week ago in the hot tub, telling her about his plans. His slicked-back dark hair had emphasized the chiseled angles of his gorgeous face.

“Not only are we building larger decks on the cottages, we’re also installing bigger hot tubs.” He’d shot her a lazy grin. “You and I will definitely take advantage of them when we visit the new and improved Clearmount Retreat next fall.”

“I like that idea, a lot.” She hadn’t been able to stop herself from returning his smile. “But I wouldn’t mind if you took advantage of me now.”

“Come over here and I will.”

“Uh-uh.” She’d crooked her finger at him. “You come here.”

As he’d stood and approached her, water had trailed down his defined pecs and abs. The gleam in his hazel-brown eyes and the erection rising high on his abdomen had promised her one thing—earth-shattering orgasms.

“Are you mine?”

That’s what he’d asked her in bed later on as he’d kissed her along her left leg, from her toes to her inner thigh. He’d started all over again with her other leg. Each brush of his lips inching nearer to her sex had taunted and teased her.

“Answer me, Delanie.”

She’d tried to respond, but his tongue feathering over her clit and a back-arching climax had taken away her ability to form words. His length gliding slowly inside of her and pulling out at an equally tortuous pace had captivated her. With each successive, deep stroke that followed, yes not only became her answer but a plea for more pleasure. And Aiden had delivered.

Infused with the warmth of remembered bliss, Delanie sank deeper into the water. What they shared was . . . perfect.

But her dad would be surprised to hear she and Aiden were in a relationship, and that they were going to keep seeing each other. He’d asked her not to become serious with anyone until after she’d turned twenty-one. She’d only missed the mark by six months, and her father did like Aiden. At twenty-four, Aiden was already an acquisitions negotiator for his father’s company. He understood the importance of responsibility and would support her making college her main priority over him. It wasn’t like they were planning to get married or anything. Surely, her father would understand why she’d kept it a secret until now. She and Aiden had happily and unexpectedly fallen in love—and she hadn’t wanted that to disrupt his business dealings.

A man’s voice coming from inside the cabin, clearly on the phone, broke into her thoughts.

Aiden? Her heart drummed in her chest as she listened closely. No . . . not Aiden. Gerard Kingman. Shit!

Just as she shrank back into the shadows, a stream of light came from the bedroom. Aiden’s tall, black-haired father opened the sliding door and strode into the enclosure, talking on his cell.

“I don’t care what it takes. Just do it. No more delays.” Gerard unknotted the maroon tie from the collar of his white dress shirt and stuffed it in the pocket of the charcoal overcoat that melded perfectly with his dark suit. With his back turned to Delanie, he moved toward the stairs at the other end of the deck.

The temperature seemed to creep up with the warmth flushing into her cheeks. She couldn’t let him find her bare-ass naked in the tub. If he came closer, she could dunk herself under the water. She’d rather drown than have him discover her.

“I don’t give a damn if they mow down the place, cement over the lake, and build a parking lot on top of it as long as the papers are signed. Get it done.”

Mow down the place? Parking lot? What was he talking about?

She heard the front door slam shut.

“Dad, where are you?” Aiden’s bellow reverberated. The solid thunk of his shoes became louder when he entered the bedroom. Delanie watched him storm out onto the deck and advance on his father while she tried to shrink back into the shadows farther still. “What the fuck did you do?”

Gerard slipped his phone into his pocket. “That’s none of your concern.”

“None of my concern?” Aiden’s muscles bunched and released underneath his navy sweater and jeans. “You working a side negotiation with the outlet mall developers on my deal damn well qualifies as my concern.”

Side negotiation? No. They weren’t talking about Clearmount. They couldn’t be.

“First, you work for me, not the other way around.” Gerard’s tone grew implacable. “Second, this is about business and has nothing to do with whether or not you can bang the property owner’s daughter with a clear conscience.”

“Leave Delanie out of this.”

“I didn’t bring her into it.” Gerard pointed at Aiden. “You did. I must admit, it was a smart move getting Delanie on your side. She was a big influence in swaying Bryan Clark to come to the negotiating table. He signed the deal. We own the property. It’s mine to sell. The mall developers are happily going to pay my asking price.”

“Clearmount is my project.”

“That has nothing to do with it. Because of my decision, we made money. Everybody got what they wanted. That’s how it works.”

“It wasn’t your call. This was my acquisition.” Aiden raked back his hair with both hands. “I should have been the one handling negotiations, not you.”

Delanie’s heart thumped so hard it felt as if her breastbone would shatter. “No!” Water sloshed in her face as she surged forward in the tub and into the light. Disbelief made her tremble more than the cold as she crossed her arms, covering her chest. “You promised my father you would preserve Clearmount as a retreat. Aiden—you showed me the renovation plans.”

Gerard’s dismissive look replaced the heat in the water with a chill. He turned to Aiden, blatantly ignoring her. “We’re flying out to our property in Denver tonight. Productivity at the hotel there is low, complaints are high, and since no one else seems to be able to solve the problem, we’re going to fix it. You’re riding in the town car with me to the airport. You can make arrangements for the car company to pick up your rental before we take off. Hurry up and deal with her. We don’t have all night.” He strode into the cabin.

Delanie looked to Aiden. “What’s going on?”

He snagged the towel from the deck. “You’re shivering.”

She took Aiden’s hand and he pulled her out of the tub, but he didn’t meet her gaze.

Hot and cold prickles dripped down her spine with the water puddling at her feet. “Is it true?”

He tucked the towel around her. “Let’s go inside.”

“Answer me!” The force of the words burned her throat. “Did you sell Clearmount to outlet mall developers?”

“It’s not that simple.”

“It was simple enough for you to fuck me so I’d vouch for you to my father.”

Aiden’s jawline angled as he gripped her shoulders. “It’s not like that.”

“Isn’t it? Like your father said, you got what you wanted. Right?”

His silence filled in the gaps.

He’d used her. How could she have been so stupid? She’d fallen for him but he hadn’t loved her at all. Anger and hurt washed over Delanie. She wrenched out of Aiden’s grasp. “Get away from me. I never want to see you again.”

FIGHT FOR YOU by Nina Crespo releases on July 9, 2018 www.ninacrespo.com

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Nina Crespo lives in Florida where she indulges in her favorite passions—the beach, kickboxing, a good glass of wine, and dancing. Her lifelong addiction to romance began in her teens while on a “borrowing spree” in her older sister’s bedroom where she discovered her first romance novel. Curiosity about people and places, including what’s beyond the stars, fuels her writer’s imagination. Indulge in her sensual contemporary stories and steamy paranormal tales to feed your own addiction for love, romance, and happily ever after.

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