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beachbabe000 · 4 months ago

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Sweet Wine // Chris Sturniolo

Summary: Nick convinced Chris to go out on a blind date. He agrees to get his brother off of his back, not wanting to go. But the date ended up being something he didn't expect.

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“Come on Chris just trust me.” Staring at Chris from the other end of the counter, Nick really tried to convince him. “Nick you know I don’t go out with people. I don’t want anything to do with that stuff.” Chris gives an attitude back. He didn’t want a relationship, and he wasn’t planning on having one for a long time.

“Chris she’s really nice and you guys would get along so well. Just give it a shot.” He’s basically begging at this point. What was so great about this chick that Nick is begging HIM to go out with her. Chris lets out a loud grunt and slams his palms down on the counter. “Fine Nick. I’ll do it. Will you shut up now.” Nick laughed, “Yes. Here this is her number. Just text her and ask her on a date.” He sends her number to Chris’s phone. Chris looks from the phone back to him.

“And how do you suggest I do that? Do you know how long it’s been since I’ve asked someone out?” Staring at his brother in annoyance that this is even happening. “Give me your phone I’ll do it for you.” Nick practically snatched his phone out of his hand. After typing something out for a few seconds he hands Chris his phone back. “Now just wait.”

Probably 10 minutes later Chris is watching tv and his phone vibrates. Shit. Forgot about that. He picks up the phone and looks down at the new message from y/n. “Would love to. I’ll see you tomorrow night.” He felt a hint of anxiety run down his chest. He has no idea what he’s doing or how to do it. He’s low key freaking the fuck out right now. He doesn’t even know what she looks like. Nick just set him up on a blind date and he was just now seeing that.

The next day Chris is getting dressed to go out. They planned on meeting at some fancy restaurant. He settled for some slacks and a button up black shirt. Finished with black dress shoes. He shook his head. This is so fucking purposeless. He had no desire to date anyone and knew this night would end with that. Him still not dating anyone. He just wanted to get it over with and have Nick off his back.

“Hi, Chris?” He heard a voice behind him as he stepped out of the car. Matt had drove him, of course. Matt chuckled and playfully punched Chris’s arm. “Go gettem tiger.” He chuckled at Chris’s death stare. “Shut up Matt.” Rolling his eyes he got out of the car and shut the door taking one last look at his brother’s shit eating grin.

“Hi. y/n? Nice to meet ya.” He looked up at the building in front of them and gave her a small smile. “Shall we?” He extended his hand out to her. As much as he didn’t want to be doing this, he wasn’t going to be a dick to her.

She took his hand gently. Her hands were so soft. He glanced up at her face and took in her features. Her hair was long and chocolate brown. It was curly and wavy and really complimented her. Her eyes were a hazel green and her mouth, damn her mouth. He couldn’t stop staring at her pouty lips. He imagined what they’d feel like kissing down his chest.

“Chris?” pulled out of his imagination he shook his head to clear his dirty mind. “Yeah sorry, lets go.” His hand guiding her towards the host stand. “I have a reservation under Sturniolo.” He still hadn’t let her hand go and didn’t realize until they got to their table and sat down. He then saw what she was wearing. A white short sleeved blouse, what looked to be silk, and tight black jeans. Her shoes were also black with heels. She accessorized with silver hoops which complimented her skin tone perfectly.

She glances over the menu in front of her. His menu was also in front of his eyes, but he couldn’t help stealing small glimpses of her across the table. Taking in her mannerisms and the cute face she made while reading. He already knew what he was getting but needed something in front of him, so he wasn’t sitting there just staring at her awkwardly like a creep. She really was beautiful.

Once she put down her menu, he did the same. “You ready?” He asks her. She smiled and nodded. “Great, what do you want?” He leaned his arms on the table and moved forward a little bit to hear her better. He hadn’t stopped smiling the entire time he’s been in her presence. “I’m going to get the shrimp fettucine. And a glass of red wine.” He nodded in response. Once the waiter came around, he gave them his and her orders.

They sat there and had a couple conversations trying to get to know each other a bit while waiting for the food. When Chris would talk, she’d give him her full attention. They made intense eye contact the whole night which was awesome because he really loved eye contact.

“So where are you from?” He asked her. Their food was just put on the table, and she had already dug in. After swallowing her bite, “Here actually, born and raised.” He watched as she took a sip of her wine. The way her lips wrapped around the edge of the glass. The small dribble that spilled out of her mouth which she quickly caught before it could stain her white shirt. His mind started racing with so many thoughts of her. Mainly physical ones. He’d never been so starstruck and turned on like this.

He then realized she was talking to him, “I’m sorry what?” He asked, pulling his eyes away from her lips. She giggled at him. “You okay? You seem really spaced out.” He smiled at her and nodded, “Yeah, I’m fine. Just got lost in thought.”

“What were you thinking about?” Taking the last bite of her food. “Just. Well, you’re gorgeous.” He shrugged, taking a sip of his water. It was the only moment he couldn’t keep eye contact. Not used to talking to women like this. It’s not really something he did, in a romantic way. She chuckled at how he was responding to his own words. “Thank you, you aren’t so bad yourself.” Her voice became a bit sultry in that sentence. He looked up at her as she took the last sip of her wine. He was losing it now. He felt a bulge forming in his pants and he was doing everything to make it do away.

She noticed his discomfort as he signed the bill. “What do you want to do now?” She asked, giving him a small look up and down. Not small enough for him to not notice though. This caught his attention, and he locked eyes with her again. “You want to come over?” The words fell out of his mouth so quickly, it’s like he wasn’t even in control. “Sure.” She smiled, her chin resting on her hand while looking into his eyes. “Sweet. Let me call our chauffeur.” He chuckled as he picked up his phone dialing Matt’s number.

They stood outside laughing with each other when Matt pulled up. Chris opened the passenger door for her, but she insisted on sitting in the back with him. Matt is just soaking up this entire sight in front of him like it’s a movie. He’s grinning so wide his mouth almost doesn’t fit his face anymore. He kind of knew this would happen. As much as Chris has avoided anything relationship wise for so long, there’s no way he could keep it up.

Now on the drive back Matt and y/n were talking, having friendly back-to-back conversation. Chris still couldn’t stop staring at her. He wasn’t even listening to their conversation anymore. After a few minutes of their chatting, he felt her hand land on his knee. The sudden contact made him jump a little. She gave him a quick look and smile before turning back to Matt. His breathing became sharper as she gave his knee a squeeze. Is, is she making the first move? His eyes widen as his pants start to become a little tighter. No. Not now.

She knew what she was doing, and she was doing it on purpose. Her hand moved up farther on his leg and turned more into his inner thigh. He squeezed his eyes shut and tried to relax, but his pants just became tighter. There was no stopping it now. He was fully hard at this point. His head was leaned back against the headrest and his eyes were closed. The discomfort was getting to him, and they would be home in the next 5 minutes. Meaning Matt was going to see him in the state once they get out of the car.

Pulled away from his thoughts by her hand going even higher now, he stopped breathing entirely. Her fingers grazed against his bulge. He sucked his lips between his teeth. His arm found its way to hang on the seat behind her. His other on the arm rest attached to the door with his fist covering his mouth. He had no idea how to react right now, and she was soaking up every ounce of this moment. She was enjoying it, and it made him even more enthralled with her.

“Chris you alright? You look like you’re in pain.” Matt calls back to him. He looks up at him through the rearview mirror, lips still between his teeth and just nods with his eyes shut and goes back to his previous position. “Alright. Weirdo.” Matt goes back to talking to y/n pulling her attention from grinning at her effect on Chris.

He does his best, which was difficult, to not let out any sound as her hand fully lands on his pulsating bulge. He puts his head down in his hand whispering “Fuck” to himself. “Dude, are you sure you’re okay?” Fully irritated at this point Chris looks back up, “Yes Matt. I’m fine. Just drive.” The tension building up in Chris from the whole situation was getting to him. “Okay, calm down. We’re almost there.” Matt places his attention back on the road, the car was completely silent now. Chris takes this opportunity to look over at y/n. She looks at him as well, locking eyes. His eyes full of lust and his lips sucked into his teeth, he looks her up and down and shakes his head. Whispering to her when his eyes find hers again, “You’re really something you know that. You’re in fucking trouble when we get there.” She giggled at his words.

Her hand never leaving that spot on his pants, she continues to rub it until they park the car. It was absolute torture for him. As soon as the car stopped, he flung his door open and reached for her hand to pull her out of the car. He quickly placed her in front of him before Matt got out and saw the state he was in. His hands found her waist and he kept her close as to hide his horniness from his brother. She could feel him rub against her from behind and she was proud of her handy work, literal handy work.

Once the door opened Chris grabbed her hand and led her towards his bedroom. “Thanks for the ride, Matt.” She smiled as she was pulled through the room. “No problem. You two play nice.” He chuckled. He wasn’t dumb. He knew what was going on and it was hilarious to him.

Once in his room Chris pretty much slammed the door behind him. He grabbed her waist and pushed her against his door. She started laughing. “You think this is funny?” he asked slightly annoyed. “Yeah. I do.” She said in between giggles. He smirks at her. “Well, you’re in for it now. Don’t start something you can’t finish.” She gives him a smirk back. “Don’t worry we’ll both finish.” She bit her lip and he stared at them. Those full lips he’s been wanting to devour all night.

He didn’t let anymore time pass before smashing his lips onto hers. Her hands found the front of his shirt, pulling him more into her. He took in every taste he could get of her. The sweetness of the wine was still on her lips. The smell of peaches in her hair, complimented by the vanilla in her perfume. She drowned herself in his touch, giving over the power immediately to him. He was in charge now.

Picking her up by her legs that wrapped around him he carried her to the bed. He climbed on top of her and pulled her into him by her hips causing her to feel that bulge again. “God you were driving me crazy.” he said in a husky tone as me moved his mouth down her neck. Nipping her ear and bringing a sweet moan from her mouth, he shook in pleasure at the sound. He sat up and unbuttoned his shirt and threw It to she side before doing the same to hers. His hands moved to her pants to pull them off as well as he left passionate kisses down her stomach. They had already kicked their shoes off so all he had to do was pull them down her legs.

His thumb rubbed over her warmth that was soaking through her panties. “Looks like I wasn’t the only one that was uncomfortable on that ride.” He smirked down at her. Her chest moving up and down with deep breaths as he rubbed her clit. Hooking his fingers in the waistband of her underwear he took them off and threw her legs over his shoulders. She gasped loudly as his tongue hit her clit and flicked it, sucking on it every now and again.

“Oh fuck Chris.” She breathed out, her hands grasping the pillow that was behind her head. She could feel herself pooling under his touch, tension building in her abdomen. “Chris, I’m about to cum.” He stopped his actions causing her to let out a raspy breath. “Please.” She whined as his mouth came back to hers. He kissed her again passionately. One of his hands down between her legs, fingers entering her and his thumb back on her clit. Her moans were muffled by his mouth at attempt to keep her somewhat quiet.

He pulled away “You gotta keep quiet ma. Can you do that?” Kicking his pants and boxers off she nodded while biting her bottom lip. He stroked his dick a few times before lining it up. “Shhhh.” He smirked as he hushed her. Then slammed into her with no warning or chance for her to get used to him first. His hand flew up to her mouth knowing she was going to moan loudly as soon as he did that. And she did. “I told you to stay quiet pretty girl. I need you to listen.” His voice becoming raspier as he moves in and out of her, keeping constant eye contact. Her eyes rolled to the back of her head as he hit that one spot. His hand didn’t leave her mouth to muffle the sounds she was making.

He kept hitting that spot inside her that was driving her insane. Her legs wrapped around his hips bringing him in deeper. His thrusts became faster and harder. He threw his head back and let out a low growl as he felt himself get closer to his climax. Watching him in this state brought her closer to hers as well. She reached up and grabbed his wrist that was still connected to her face. Her grip tightening as her release inched closer and closer. “Oh shit, Fuck.” His hand uncovered her mouth and before any sound could escape his mouth fell back onto hers. They both reached their climax together moaning into each other’s mouths. His actions slowed as he pulled out and came on her stomach.

After detaching their lips, he laid his forehead on hers as they steadied their breathing. He places tender kisses on her neck and up to her cheek before placing one on her lips. “So,” He looked down at her, “How about a second date?” She broke out in laughter bringing a chuckle out of him as well. “I’d love to.” He smiled before placing another passionate kiss on her mouth and her hands wrapped in his hair deepening the kiss.

#matt sturniolo #sturniolo triplets #smut #imagine #sturniolo smut #chris sturniolo #fanfic #chris smut #chris x y/n #christopher sturniolo

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oceanqueenmusical · 6 days ago

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@quitealotofsodapop smh you tear of your shirt ONE TIME while you’re a beast and covered in blood, and suddenly you’re Megapolis’ most eligible bachelor! What can I say, the ladies and gents love a shirtless man covered in blood. (Pigsy doesn’t mind too much as long as no one tries anything after being told no— the ladies, anyhow. He knows he only has to worry about the dudes.)

I think in the Scroll of Memory it would play out similar to your Mother Child River Tang AU. Sure, Tang may be some strange amalgamation of cicada, chicken, tiger, and man, but he’s also very attractive, so Ganglie probably does the whole ‘hey pretty man wanna be my wife’ routine, except here it’s less Beauty and the Beast because Tang is also kinda (sorta) a beast as well.

But hey, on the bright side, Tang would probably feel more confident in his monstrous characteristics after that. Instead of numerous demons trying to eat him while he, MK, and Mei are all searching for their friends, they keep trying to seduce him. Poor MK has to deal with dozens of demons trying to get with his dad.

Also a little funny detail: Tang probably wouldn’t have his glasses while he’s a chimera. They were probably dropped when he was a chimera, and even then I don’t think Lady Bone Demon would care enough to get him his proper prescription. Man is probably blind as hell while he’s a chimera and constantly has to squint. First thing they do when he’s back to normal is give him his glasses back.

I know that Azure and Tang never canonically interact, but imagine how funny it would be if they get into a cat fight at Camel Ridge in episode 8. Tang doesn’t really like what this lion is saying and his tiger instincts just go ‘smack him’, and who is he to argue with such flawless logic? Obviously Tang would lose that fight but he puts up a good effort! He and MK could try tag-teaming Azure, unfortunately Monkey King’s scroll is still broken. Whoopsies.

It’s be nice if maybe this could also be an AU where Azure lives, since the spiders also got to come back. Plus, hey, having another big cat around could be useful for Tang.

Also, yes, Tang would totally scruff MK. Partly whenever MK’s doing something stupid, but also because Tang just can. Tang could also probably pick up Pigsy, who is feeling Very Normal About It.

#ocean's writings #lego monkie kid #lmk #lmk tang #chimera!tang au

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freehounyaoi · 9 months ago

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HALF LIFE VRAI (+gorgeous & og gordon) HEADCANONS IF YOU EVEN CARE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

BENREY WOOO

during. the end, he had 2 extra eyes, one above his left eye one below his right eye, now he has scars where they laid, they’re faint but he. is autistic im sorry he’s too me to not be he had a tail during the end too faint freckles ^_^ he REALLY likes red meat he likes blue flavor, not blueberries, not blue raspberry, blue stubble YAYY specifically in end, benreys feet to knees and hands to elbows fade into rlly dark blue/black looks like he’s dying of illness but like. has never been sick disassociates very often very touch very very touchy polyamorous, exes with forzen & is now crushing on both Tommy & gordon orphaned, kinda lived on his own since he isn’t human, picked his own name doesn’t actually have brothers, he’s a loser breaths through his mouth esp when he’s comfortable weird but like imagine he’s cuddled up to someone and he just yeah

COOMER YAYYY

fat, idc i’m right

gender-fluid, transmasc & gay ^_^ old man yaoi with bubby YAYYY

cool little funky punching enhancement thingies

big ol’ doe brown eyes

brunette hair before he started graying

after the resonance cascade he retired, they deserve it

has nightmares over clones. a lot, a big lot

autistic, everyone knows the science team kinda is autistic,

going off the autistic thing, one of his vocal stims is hello gordon

loves talking, loves it so much, he loves just talking to people she likes

has a high score on punch out & that one punching game where you punch the punching bag to get evaluated on

the reason is divorced because he realized he was gay

hawaiian shirts FTW!!

(most of these are somewhat canon, holly (his va) headcanons him as transmasc, short and stocky, and 5’4!)

Bubbster

Intersex & bisexual (idc if gir hcs him as straight it’s my world now/pf)

if he didn’t live with Coomer after the resonance cascade, he’d probably just be a basement dweller and just sit in the corner and cry

Bionic legs :3

canonically test tube baby, he’s probably really freaked the fuck out over it & has had genuine panic attacks over being artificially made, only in front of coomer

literally always has epi-pens for coomer

naturally(?) ginger idk what you wanna consider it, he’s canonically like 6 but in my head he’s like 67, he’s been locked in black mesa for 67 years

blue eyes

has a leather jacket with a tiger on it he will wear just to do so

has made the science team watch scrubs.. twice

picks at skin as a stress tick

has tourettes

near blind

when he got his bionic heart he died so he will sometimes just be like “hey guys i’ve died before”

being put back in the tube after betraying gordon was one of the worst things he’s been through, it was terrifying

GORDON FEETMAN!!!

also fat

joshua exists but he was an accidental pregnancy (gordon seahorse father yayy)

ftm based off last hc, that’s just canon cuz i said so

joshua is like, 9 in my head so gordon had him at like 18

bisexual

has a crush on benrey (canon but yk)

mexican and african

curly ass hair, takes really good care of it, always smells nice

bilingual

blind in left eye, 25% prescription in right eye

feels guilty as fuck even when everyone would joke about him being the cause of the RC

also autistic

wayne did not dk him justice when he lost his hand, he was screaming so gutturally loud it was painful, he strained his voice so bad, the pain was so excruciatingly terrible

tommy genuinely was the only one he could trust after benrey & bubby turned their backs on him, and that sucked because his feelings for benrey before that point were getting to him

only was adamant about not being friends with benrey at the end because of the betrayal, he wanted to hate benrey

tommy is like his. comfort friend, he doesn’t have to worry about him.. he does but he always feels comfy around him

Tommy cool man

Autistic, ADHD, PTSD and OCD

G man species, half human

strawberry enthusiasts:3 (me too)

every flavor tic tac enthusiast, always give the science team tic tacs like all the time

not very good at games enjoys playing them though

very touchy for multiple reasons

Sunkist service dog for multiple things as well, helps with panic attacks, PTSD symptoms, anxiety attacks etc

Tommy doesn’t know how Sunkist was trained to do all this, he made her sk he just kinda accepts it for how she is, and loves her

compression hugs, likes being laid on top of, it’s comforting

looks scrawny but can like. genuinely pick up all the science team & benrey with ease

started collecting propeller hats after the RC

the reason he can read sweet voice is cuz g-man species

thinking about getting a cat, maine coon or norwegian forest cat, he likes big ass animals

Sunkist is LARGE like large as fuck for a golden Tommy made sure she was huge

milk enjoyer :3 drinks it with most of his meals

wears readers

ANGEL KISSES!! (moles or beauty marks whatever you wanna call them)

tooth gap :3

walks on tiptoes

Gorgeous

6’7

cuts his hair into a fringe, lets it grow out to shoulder length, then cuts it fringe, never ending cycle

beauty marks man

freckles too

nobody fucking knows his trauma

doesn’t understand why he can understand cicero?? he just.. can??

learned ASL as a kid

clearly has some form of mommy issues he will not touch on

wears solid colors, he doesn’t wear shirts with decals, or anything, a. he doesn’t like them. b. for ASL purpose, it’s recommended to wear light/dark clothes (light in his case) depending on your skin tone to MAKE it easier to read sign, usually in light pink

prefers skirts cuz.. they’re comfy, usually knee & ankle length.. sometimes he will wear mini skirts……. cuz he’s gross

actually hates head crabs.

would be a nudist if it was sociably acceptable

actually really enjoys video games! he doesn’t talk about it, he’s good at them too

he’s a dog person, he wants a saint bernard

freeman YAYY

6’

beauty marks

patchy beard

dark hazel eyes

starting to grey, short pony tail

has scars from his HEV suit

actually lost his hearing DUE to the RC, his mother was deaf so that’s why he knows ASL, it completely shot out his hearing

has always dressed nice

cat person

Alyx is like his daughter to him

i can’t decide if he’s trans or not

same situation with gorgeous, he wears solid colors for ASL purpose

him and cicero have yet to find a way to communicate

when he found out alyx learned ASL for her boyfriend (this is canon, was planned for episode 3) he was over the moon

enjoys IASIP (it’s always sunny in philadelphia)

scary when he’s pissed off

G-Manual samual

major RBF

scottish

moles kuz hes kawaii

wears readers

hes autistic

going on with him being autistic, the fabric his suits are a comfort fabric to him

enjoys sitcoms

drinks his coffee straight black

he is trans masc to me

praises his employers like god tbh

if he were to drink, which he doesnt, his go to drink would be rum on ice

some form of alien, not from xen though, no one knows where hes from

some type of holy creature??? he cant die?? hes weird

you'll never see it but he doesnt bleed red, his blood is black

enjoys fishing

goes to bed at 11pm, wakes up at 4am hes weird

hes also the best father ever???

songs that remind me of science team members + benrey the 6th

Benrey the 6th

I Will - Mitski

Kiss Me, Son Of God - They Might Be Giants

I’m Gonna Win - Rob Cantor

Mad World - Tears for Fears

We Will Commit Wolf Murder - Of Montreal

Gallery Piece - Of Montreal

Everybody Wants to Rule the World - Tears for Fears

The Party's Crashing Us - Of Montreal

Tommy Coolman

Living Island - POGO

Fireflies - Owlcity

Teenage Dirtbag - Weetus

rises the moon - liana flores

Good Old-Fashioned Lover Boy - Queen

Head Over Heels - Tears for Fears

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jimin-jungshook-over-literalbae · 2 years ago

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Blinding Light Chapter Two

Hey guys! I just finished chapter two so I figured I might as well post it! I’m glad that you guys liked Chapter One. It has some formatting issues so I’ll try to fix those one I’m on my computer. I’m currently posting this from iPad at work, so it makes the formatting a bit odd. I hope you guys show this one as much love as chapter one! Thanks!

Hybrids: Munchkin Cat Y/N (Omega), Fox Jin (Omega), Panther Yoongi (Alpha), Golden Retriever J-Hope (Beta), Wolf RM (Alpha), Calico Cat Jimin (Omega), Tiger V (Beta), Bunny Jungkook (Beta)

Word Count: 4, 121

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When I wake, I feel more rested than I ever have. Yoongi’s peppery scent wraps around me. I’m tucked into his side, my cheek resting on his chest. His breathing is calm and even. He seems to still be in a deep sleep. I gently try to disentangle myself.

“Where are you going?” His sleepy voice is a little deeper than his normal voice.

“Bathroom,” I whisper back. He lets me go, his arm lifting to point at a cracked door. When I emerge again, Yoongi sits up on the edge of the bed, blinking blearily at me. He holds out a hand to me, which I take quickly.

He pulls me toward him, his head nuzzling into my stomach. My hands go to his hair, my fingers running through is longish hair. He purrs, his hands resting on my hips. We stay like that for a while. He finally pulls back, after a while.

“We got you some clothes. We got a couple different sizes, so we’ll return whatever doesn’t fit,” He leans down and picks up a large shopping bag from beside the bed.

I cycle through a few clothes that are way too big before ending up in a pair of bicycle shorts and an oversized t-shirt. When I come out, Yoongi has also changed clothes.

“Lets go eat some breakfast,” He finally stands, taking my hand and leading me through the massive house, down the stairs, and into the dining room.

The table is overwhelming. It’s covered in food and surrounded by people. I end up seated between Yoongi and Hoseok. The pink haired Calico ends up seated across from me. I watch nervously as the boys load up their places. I recognize some of the, like Jungkook, Namjoon, and Jin, but I don’t know the name of the Omega Calico or the Tiger hybrid next to him.

“Y/N?” The voice pulls me from my daze. I look around to see everyone staring at me. I blush, ducking my head.

“Do you want me to make your plate?” Hoseok asks worriedly. I shake my head quickly and grab a few items near me. A waffled, a fried egg, and a few slices of bacon.

“Orange juice?” It’s the calico this time. I lift my glass and he pours some,” I’m Jimin, by the way.”

“Taehyung!” The tiger offers a boxy smile. I smile back shyly.

I eat as much as I can. This feels like a treat but I haven’t eaten consistently over the years. I don’t want to make myself sick. I finish about half the egg and waffle, but I also ate three slices of bacon.

“How are you feeling this morning?” This time, it’s Jin.

“I feel fine. No soreness or anything,” It feels eerie when everyone goes quiet when I speak.

“I have to ask you some questions after breakfast,” Namjoon, his gray wolf ears flicking.

“Namjoon,” Yoongi’s tone is warning,” She’s not ready.”

“It’s okay,” My voice is stronger than I thought it would be,” I-I want to talk.”

“I”m staying with her,” Yoongi grumbles, turning back to his breakfast. They all chatter through breakfast and then I’m in the library with Namjoon, Yoongi, and Jungkook. I rub my hands together nervously.

“I’m going to show you some pictures. Tell me what you know about the people on them. Take your time. Anything you can tell us will help,” Namjoon has a stack of photos in front of him.

“I don’t know anyone’s names,” I chew on my bottom lip nervously.

“That’s okay!” Jungkook is cheerful,” We just need leverage.”

“Are you ready?” Namjoon gives me a comforting smile. I nod once and he lifts the first picture. Images flash through my mind. Blood, pain, fear. My hand curled into a fist, my breathing becoming shaky. A warm hand covers mine and I look up to see Jungkook, a worried look in his eyes. I take a deep breath.

“Brown bear hybrid. He’s not the bottom of the ladder but he’s not the top either. I think he’s a drug manufacturer. I could usually smell it on him. Had a preference for whips and choking,” While I speak, Jungkook’s hand stays on mine. I study his tattoos, ignoring the lump in my throat,” He was trying to work his way up.”

We proceed like this for a while. At some point, I end up in Yoongi’s lap as he scents me. I don’t know if it’s to calm me or him, but it soothed my trembling. Jungkook sits on the floor in front of us. I play with his hair, needing to keep my hands busy. His foot twitches every once in a while. The last picture causes my hands to still and my eyes to blur. My chest heaves.

“Hey, hey, hey,” Jungkook is kneeling before but I didn’t see him move, his hands wiping tears I didn’t know were falling,” We can stop. This is enough. Lets stop.”

“I only met him once,” My voice is empty, hollow,” The day I almost escaped. He’s a bodyguard for the boss. He was supposed to teach me a lesson. He’s an Alpha with a dominance issue. He forcibly marked me. My punishment was to deal the mark rejection that followed. It took three months.”

“I’m gonna kill him,” Yoongi’s voice is growled.

Mark rejection happens when an Omega is forcibly marked. Their body rejects the mark and they go through searing physical pain. Even breathing can feel like fire. The duration changes depending on the Omega and usually requires medical care.

“Lets finish up here. You need to take a breather,” Namjoon sets down his pen and walks over to us. His lips press to the top of my head,” No one will hurt you ever again.”

“I **need** to stay with her. If I go there now, no one will leave there alive,” Yoongi stands with me in his arms.

“Hyung, you know we won’t be able to get information out of them without you,” Jungkook whines,” Plus, she should spend time with all her mates. You’re hogging her.”

“Jimin and Tae are home. She’ll be safe with them,” Namjoon gives Yoongi a pointed look. He sighs, seeming resigned.

I can’t help but feel a surge of panic at the though of Yoongi being away from me. Our bond seems to have cemented itself. He had been my rock, my protector. Yoongi seems just as reluctant. He scents me throughly before the others can convince him to leave.

“Man, he really doesn’t trust us, does he?” Jimin rolls his eyes.

“We only set the kitchen on fire once! And no one was even hurt!” Taehyung whines.

“Well, we did set Jin’s hair on fire that one time. He wore a hat for two months,” Jimin lounges next to me on the couch. His cinnamon apple scent brings me comfort that can only be offered by a fellow Omega. Taehyung’s scent reminds me of snow. Cold, fresh, and oddly exhilarating.

“Okay, so, I know Yoongi told you about the whole mate thing, but do you have any questions? Hyung isn’t much of an explainer,” Taehyung sits in the chair diagonal to the couch.

“I don’t think so? Should I?” I chew on my bottom lip nervously.

I understand the basic concept of mates. A group of people whose animal counterparts draw them together. The groups usually range between five and ten people. I did hear about a pack of thirteen once but it’s rare. No one knows what draws them together or why. Mates bring you friendship, companionship, love, a support system. It depends on what you need. Most end up falling in love with each other. They patchwork themselves into the pieces of your heart. I never really expected to find mates, not really. Not everyone does.

“But?” Jimin prompts, pulling me from my thoughts.

“I just… wasn’t ever prepared for this option so I don’t know how to feel,” I feel like I’m staring holes in the carpet,” I don’t know how to be a mate.”

“Nobody does. You learn it through spending time with your mates. Every relationship is different. We have to learn about you too,” Jimin’s hand touches mine gently. I didn’t realize my fingers were digging into my thighs.

“Why don’t we just do something fun, instead. No need for everything to be so serious so quickly,” Taehyung gives me a cute, boxy smile,” I promised Chim I would teach him some pottery. I can teach you too.”

The clay splattered apron ends up being quite big. Taehyung’s hands engulf mine as he shows me how to shape and press my hands. Once I have the basics, he goes to help Jimin.

I quickly become absorbed. Keeping my hands busy makes everything else fade away. I forgot how much I loved to create, to use my hands to build something. For a while, nothing else matters. One of my nicer owners, a younger woman, was a potter. She had taught me once. Taught me how to create, carve, and glaze. I had nearly forgotten. It was so long ago.

When it was shaped how I wanted, I began to carve. I knew what I wanted. I don’t know how long I work but the finished product is perfect. The panther stares back at me, reminding me so much of Yoongi. I had decided on a coffee cup after watching him down multiple ups at breakfast this morning. Taehyung helps me place mine in the kiln alongside Jimin’s rose.

“It should be ready in the morning. You can come up and help me glaze them after dinner, if you want,” Taehyung’s tone is a little shy,” Where did you learn pottery?”

“One of my various owners. She was a potter. She passed in an accident and her mother sold me to a new owner,” I keep my voice casual,” She was my favorite.”

“He’ll love it, you know,” Jimin’s arm wraps around my shoulder,” He may pretend otherwise but he’ll love it.”

“Yeah, Yoongi is a big softie. He just looks tough,” Taehyung’s voice is teasing.

“Lets go watch a movie,” Jimin suggests suddenly,” I wanna cuddle.”

“I’m picking then,” Taehyung shoots off down the stairs.

Sitting on the couch nestled between Jimin and Taehyung is warm and comfortable. Jimin’s head is in my lap while I play with his hair. Taehyung’s arm is wrapped around my waist, his head on my shoulder. His ears tickle my jaw. Treasure Planet flashes on the tv.

Having an Omega near me brings me a comfort I’ve never known. I have never spent time around other Omegas. Before I was on suppressants, my heats were usually handled by Alphas or Betas. Or, sometimes, humans, but I hadn’t had a heat in years. I should probably talk to Jin about that at some point.

About halfway through the movie, it becomes obvious that Jimin has dozed off. Soft purrs leave him every so often and he’s rolled onto his back. Asleep, his face drops into an almost pouty expression. He’s much cuter like this, when he isn’t, seemingly, causing chaos with Taehyung.

“Can I scent you?” Taehyung’s voice is quiet and a little bit nervous. His nerves makes me shy.

“Y-yes,” I swallow, suddenly aware of everything happening around me. I hadn’t been scented by anyone but Yoongi so I wasn’t sure what to expect.

My head tilts to the side as his nose presses to my scent gland. I let out a breath I didn’t realize I was holding. We stay there for a while, him just taking in my scent. It suddenly makes me wonder what I smell like. You can’t smell your own scent, your brain filters it out before you even process it. Plus, your scent is more complex to your mates, something unique and satisfying to your senses. You even smell different to your different mates.

“Taehyung-“ I stop myself, a little embarrassed.

“You can call me Tae, you know,” I can feel his lips move against my neck, setting my nerve endings on fire.

“What do I smell like to you?” My teeth dig into my bottom lip nervously. This feels like an intimate conversation, but Jimin could wake up at any moment. I still don’t fully understand this whole mate thing. Not in a way that makes any rational sense. The concept of mates isn’t supposed to be rational, I suppose, but I feel like I’m not emotionally set up to be able to process it yet.

“Honeysuckle on a summer breeze,” His voice is almost nostalgic as he says it,” Combined with the scent Yoongi has left on you, it’s nearly enough to drive someone crazy.”

For a while, we sit like that, Taehyung scenting me while Jimin naps with his head in my lap. His version of scenting is different from Yoongi’s. Yoongi was gentle and soft while Taehyung is much more enthusiastic and forward. With Taehyung, I can feel how much my scent affects him. He’s much more open than Yoongi, at least when it comes to emotions. His teeth nip my scent gland, catching me off guard. All my breath leaves me in a rush.

“We’re home!” Taehyung pulls away with a huff, seemingly annoyed by our interruption. Hoseok comes around the corner, a couple bags in his hand. Yoongi trails in behind him, carrying more bags. They have brands from various clothing stores on them.

“Go help Jungkook unload. If you’re fast, it can be done before dinner,” Yoongi gives Taehyung a point look,” Wake Jimin up. He said he would help.”

“I’ll wake him up. You can go help Jungkook,” I give Taehyung a warm smile. He presses a quick kiss to my cheek, catching me off guard, before scrambling off to help Jungkook. I shake Jimin’s shoulder gently. He doesn’t stir,” Jiminie, it’s time to wake up.”

His eyes open at my words, his mouth forming a small, pouty circle. He just stares up at me for a minute, sleep still weighing heavily on his eyelids. We sit there for a few moments, his trying to wake up from his nap and me sitting captive under his head. He finally sits up, turning to face me for a moment.

“Say my name again,” His words are so forward, they catch me off guard.

“J-Jimin,” I answer without thinking. He offers me a sweet smile.

“Call me Jiminie,” With that, he’s gone, lopping off after Taehyung. It takes me a moment to clear my confusion and look over to see Yoongi and Hoseok still there. I blush, look away again, my hands knotting together.

“We got you some more clothes. I know Omega’s can be particular about clothing materials so I figured you could try them on and make sure there isn’t anything that needs to be returned or exchanged,” Hoseok holds up his hands, displaying the bags. I try not to look shocked at some of the brands I see on the bags. I had noticed that they seem to wear higher ends clothes but I didn’t think much of it at the time.

“Those are all for me?” I had never had any of my owners buy me clothes like this. I mean, they’re required to provide clothing but it was usually a week’s worth, at most.

“Lets just use the bathroom down here. I’m tired of carrying these bags,” Yoongi sets the bags at his feet.

“Hyung,” Hoseok whines,” We were gonna use my room because I have a full length mirror.”

“Then go get it,” Yoongi shrugs and sits next to me on the couch, pulling me into his arms. Hoseok rolls his eyes and heads up the stairs. I snuggle into his chest, letting out a content chirp.

“I missed you,” My words seem to catch us both off guard, Yoongi seeming to freeze. I blush again.

“I missed you too,” He says after a moment, humming and resting his head on top of mine. We separate, somewhat reluctantly, after Hoseok comes back downstairs lugging a tall mirror.

The next few hours make me feel like a doll playing dress up. Three piles are made: keep, exchange, and return. Yoongi seems very intune with my body language so I don’t have to verbalize if a certain material makes me uncomfortable. Most of the clothes are comfortable and the keep pile is by far the tallest. Dresses, jeans, shorts, t-shirts, button ups. Any kind of clothing imaginable. They had even thought to get me undergarments, though I chose not to question how they figured out my size.

The last dress takes my breath away. It’s a gorgeous emerald green dress with an open back, chains dangling between the shoulder blades. It feels much too nice for someone like me. Something for a fancy party, or a ball, or a fairytale. The silhouette is sleek and beautiful. No piece of clothing has ever made me feel this way. I’m almost nervous to show it to them. It doesn’t feel like I belong in this gown.

“Is everything okay?” Hoseok’s voice outside of the bathroom door wakes me from my stupor.

“I’m fine,” I say hastily, opening the door to see him standing right in front of me. One of my hands plays with the silky material,” I just-“

My words drop off at the expression on his face. He moves aside silently, allowing me space to walk to the mirror. Jungkook, Taehyung, and Jimin seem to have finished whatever task they were completing, as they have joined Yoongi on the couch. I feel nervous under all these eyes. I can’t look at any of them, my hands wringing together nervously. No one says anything.

“Do I look okay?” My words shake almost as much as I am. It almost feels like anxiety has burrowed into my chest. I didn’t realize until this moment that I wanted them to like me. Wanted to think I was pretty or beautiful or that I was important to them. Without realizing, I’m staring holes into the carpet again. Fingers gently close on my chin, lifting my head to meet a pair of dark eyes. They belong to Hoseok.

“You’re beautiful,” Hoseok’s voice is husky and sends my heart pounding, for some reason,” Don’t doubt yourself.”

“This feels like such a fancy dress. Doesn’t it seem a bit excessive? When would I have an occasion to wear it?” I decide that changing the subject would be best for saving my heart from beating right out of my chest.

“We have to go to dinner parties and the such sometimes,” Yoongi says casually, though his eyes haven’t left me once since I walked out.

“I’m sure we could make a reason if we need to,” Jungkook’s tone is joking,” You’re definitely keeping that one.”

My face bright with a blush, I return to the bathroom to change back into the clothes I started in. I bring the dress out to Hoseok, who quickly adds it to the keep pile. I help him bag up the rejects and exchanges, despite his protests. It doesn’t take long to organize it with two people. I hadn’t realized Yoongi had disappeared until I could smell food coming from the kitchen. By that point, Hoseok and I had finished and the four boys were in some debate about soccer that I couldn’t follow. I wander into the kitchen, following my nose, to find Yoongi at the counter, hard at work.

“Hi,” my voice disappears into his back as I softly wrap my arms around his waist, my cheek pressing to his back. He puts down his knife and turns in my arms, hugging me back for a moment before lifting me up and setting me on the counter next to him.

“Hi Kitten,” His voice is warm as he turns back to his chopping. I watch him for a while in comfortable silence. It’s easy to be around Yoongi. I don’t have to think about what I say. He’s a comfortable sort of person, seemingly happy to just let other people exist in his silence.

He obviously knows his way around the kitchen as he makes some sort of pasta dish. He makes a couple of sides as well. Occasionally, he would silently offer me bites of food, letting me be his taste tester. It wasn’t until I tried the first bite that I realized how hungry I was. Taehyung, Jimin, and I had ended up skipping lunch without realizing it. Too busy in our own little world to notice the passing time.

By the time he’s finished, Jin and Namjoon have also returned. We all sit down to dinner, in the same seats as before. I’m nestled between Hoseok and Yoongi, Jimin across from me. This time, before I can move, Yoongi makes my plate for me. He returns it to me before making his own. Yoongi seems to be the type to take care of you in quiet ways. He doesn’t boast that he doing it for you, he just does it without thinking.

“We have a surprise for you,” Jin is the first one to speak. My eyes widen, not prepared for that one. Yoongi takes my hand and I follow all the boys upstairs.

They lead me to a room. I try to remember the directions. Upstairs, left, then the last door on the left. When they open the door, it’s the colors that catch my attention first. The walls are white but the furniture is mahogany with dark green bedding and yellow accents throughout the room. The bed is a king, just as big as Yoongi’s massive bed. More space than one person will ever need on a bed. There’s a carpet spread across the floor, soft and warm on my toes. At some point, Hoseok must have brought the clothes upstairs and put them in the closet.

“We thought you might like to have a room of your own,” Jimin’s voice is bright and chipper. He runs over to a massive wardrobe,” There are tons of nesting blankets and stuffed animals in here. We found ones that look like us and scented them for you. Thought it might make you feel more comfortable since I know how hard it is for an Omega to settle in a new home.”

“This is…. All for me?” I can’t stop my eyes from welling with tears. I’ve never had a space that didn’t also belong to someone else.

“We also have another room set aside for your that you can turn into whatever you want. It’s on the other end of the house,” Namjoon is the furthest away from me, behind the group.

“It’s like Taehyung’s art studio. Namjoon has a library. Jungkook has a gym,” Jimin ticks off his fingers,” Everyone’s room is different.”

“We wanted you to have your own space here. Somewhere that felt like home,” Hoseok offers me a bright smile,” It was Yoongi’s idea.”

Yoongi blushes and won’t meet my eyes, his ears red. It makes me warm that they want me to feel like I have a home. We talk and visit for a while but soon, everyone begins to disperse to get ready for the evening. I decide to build myself a quick nest, leaving the more advanced nest for the morning. When I turn around, I’m shocked to see Yoongi still there, leaning casually against the wall, two coffee cups in hand. He offers me one. Inside is some steaming hot chocolate.

“I just wanted to come say good night,” His ears are a little pink.

“Good night, Yoon,” The nickname slips out without much thought. His ears become even pinker.

“Want me to tuck you in?” His tone is a little more teasing this time, trying to cover up his own embarrassment.

“I think I can manage,” I blush a little,” Can I have a hug though?”

He opens his arms and I practically jump into them. I nuzzle my face into his chest, purring. His scent wraps around me, releasing any tension I might have had. His cheek rests on the top of my head. I try to build up my courage. It’s just a few words but they feel so hard.

“Yoongi, will you stay with me tonight?” The words are spoken into his chest, my arms wrapped around him tightly.

“Of course, Kitten,” He presses a kiss to the top of my head. We cuddle in bed together, my nest built around us. I’ve never felt so comfortable in another person’s presence. He feels like home. Not this room, not anything else. Just him.

Thanks for reading! I hope you enjoyed! Chapter Three coming soon!

#bts hybrid au #bts au #bts Kim seokjin #bts jin #bts min yoongi #bts suga #bts jhope #bts jung hoseok #bts rm #bts Kim namjoon #bts jimin #bts park jimin #bts Kim taehyung #bts v #bts jeon jungkook #bts jungkook

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angiefsutton · 2 months ago

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Quantum Leap (1989) Re-watch

Season 1, Episode 6 - "Double Identity"

As previously mentioned, I'm doing a re-watch of Quantum Leap (1989) now that I've fallen back into writing slash for it. And as I watched, decided to write up my off-the-cuff/stream of consciousness thoughts as I watch them. If you're interested, I'm also putting these on my Dreamwidth.

December 1965. An episode written by Bellisario himself. Oh, goodie.

an homage to mobster films

it's a blind date with Al as his chaperone - HA!

"If I'm lyin', I'm dyin'."

Sam: "So THAT'S what you're supposed to look like in a tux. Eat your heart out, Al." I don't know, Sam. Have you SEEN Al in a tux? Yummola.

Another Angela character. {crosses fingers … damn AGAIN}

REALLY bad ADR

and the episode that has caused quite the consternation: how in the hell does Sam not know Italian? He's got Al as a best friend for years and canonically knows English, Spanish, French, Russian, German, and Japanese. (And Spanish and French are both Romance languages like Italian is.) For a genius like him, he'd pick it up easy peasy. I mean - I know they wanted the ability to translate the Italian, but why not just blame the Swiss cheese effect? (canon? what canon?)

Sam (and Al) singing "Volare" is one of my favorite scenes of the show. Hearing Dean Stockwell speak Italian - be still my heart. Sam/Scott is SUCH A HAM here.

Sweaty Dean Stockwell is unfortunately NOT as sexy as sweaty Scott Bakula. But that Hawaiian shirt. And those SHORTS. Bless you, Al Calavicci.

Sam says he's 10 in '65. But canon has his birth year as 1953. (canon? what canon?)

"That was until I discovered it was a lot more fun to take Hannah into the cloakroom." / "In the FOURTH grade?" / "I was socially advanced." … I love you, Al Calavicci.

"Sam: looks like you popped in just a tad late, huh?" / "Sorta." {beat} "How'd you know?" / "Well, Frankie's condition when he appeared in the Waiting Room left VERY little to the imagination." AND DON DOESN'T UNDERSTAND WHY WE SHIP IT????

"Now Frankie: he's a very good-lookin' stud. Take it from someone who knows: when you're a good-lookin' stud, you're gonna have a lot of girls eatin' right out …." No WONDER he became my favorite character.

"Look: God or time or whoever the hell is leaping me around from one year to another is gonna do it again as soon as I change whatever happened in Frankie's life in '63." Yay - the first mention of GTFW (God, Time, Fate, Whatever).

and more bad ADR.

Sam is obviously interested in Theresa. And Theresa is kind of a female version of Al, in a way. Ships AWAY!

still no 'oh boy'

"Albert is my guardian angel." - in more ways than one, babe.

how did Al know what Frankie's dad said? He wasn't there when it happened!

so this was after "Married to the Mob": if 'Tony the Tiger Russo' was Dean Stockwell's age, he'd have been 29 when the episode happened. Crossover fic?

"My old man was Italian." / "I remember when I was a kid, my dad and his girlfriend used to sneak me out of the orphanage on Saturday nights for a little homemade risotto. One night he brought along this extra girl. He says to me, 'Son, I think it's about time ….'" Al Calavicci, you little devil. And the BACKGROUND dump.

Meanwhile, Scott/Sam is trying not to laugh too hard at Al's story. (Oh - he goes serious when Al mentions the orphanage. Huh. Great acting, Scott!)

Yay - first 'appearance' of 'bingo-bango-bongo-ing'!

"You trust your leap to them?" / "I'm trusting you with Ziggy." Daw.

"Geez, I'm hot." Yes you are, Al. Yes you are. (And then the WINK to Sam! My dear sweet crispy walnuts.)

"You still want to make it with me?" Sam scrambles for a way to reply, ending with "More than ever." LOVE IT

"Behind the furnace at St. Francis?" Oh my God - she IS a female Al!

"Awesome?" God, it IS still the '80s.

"I didn't know you knew the stars." / {Sad!Sam} "Neither did I." oh my heart.

And they cause the northeast blackout of 1965.

And there's the Leap Home theme (before it was the Leap Home theme).

Ah - Sam takes the fall to try and save Theresa.

And this is the episode where we see what happens when Sam leaps out, which brings about a TON of questions, because Frankie obviously thinks no time has passed. I mean - we already have an iffy consent issue. Add in having no memory of either their time in the IC or of what Sam did during the leap makes it even creepier.

"And you end up like Jimmy Hoffa." / "I'm in the Teamsters?" I did a spit take at that.

Sam waiting to leap. Hilarious.

Al in the fur coat and hat is PRICELESS.

and it's BINGO that is the key to the leap. I don't quite feel so bad giving Sam an 'uneventful' leap in my OSHA Al story now.

Final thoughts: I mean - it's pretty much every mobster/Godfather stereotype rolled into one episode. And now that I know "Married to the Mob" was BEFORE this, I have to wonder about Bellisario's … 'inspiration' for the episode. Once again - plot holes out the wazoo. But it's a FUN episode, which to me is much more important. Scott has a field day singing "Volare". We get a petulant Ziggy, Al in some of his more … 'unusual' clothes, and both of them speaking Italian.

#angie's thoughts #quantum leap #quantum leap (1989)#ql #re-watch

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mint-moon25 · 2 years ago

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starlightnighteve · 2 years ago

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Chapter 1; The Intruder

L/F Name: Evanara Okamoto, Eve Getsumei Age: 27 Hair color: Platinum Eye color: Blue Height/weight: 166 cm / 60 kg Race: Half Japanese and English - No known anomalies in background Ability: Unknown / Multiple - Reported using flashes of light, fire, water, ice, possibly etc. - Possible spectrum of abilities. - Reported lists of other unexplainable acts. - No violent or dangerous activities recorded. Note: Passive but powerful.

Mission: Take the girl in. Stop her from exposing abilities, contain her activity. Discover what powers she has. Find out any other additional information she knows for records.

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Just as something in the air was brewing, it was a beautiful night, like any night for a woman named Eve. Eve had just turned in for the night after stargazing with her friend tiger, Sameer, by her side.

Sameer was a Snow Tiger, but he was found in the desert almost a year ago, by Eve. Both had very light, practically white colored hair, but her eyes were a dazzling blue, unlike Sam's. They both had a peaceful day of Eve working on songwriting and sheet music that led into a calm night. Pillows were scattered around Eve's futon, where Sam laid, cradling around her as she sinks into her bed.

Eve loved having her large, furry friend always by her side, Eve smiles as she falls asleep. She looked like a pale angel, with her light, practically white hair, and even white lashes. Hair spread around her and an arm hugged around the tiger.

The room was quiet as Eve tried to sleep, till Sameer popped his head up in alert. Suddenly, Sameer was growling. Eve tiredly reopens her sapphire blue eyes, and watches him curious for a moment. She quickly gets up, turning on her bedside lamp. She immediately knew something wasn't right.

A figure had stood just within Eve's peripheral vision. Eve gasped and darted her head back forward. Sameer gets up, pillows scattering by Eve's bed, and he growls even deeper and more threatening. His stance alert and hairs sticking up wildly, circling to hide Eve a bit. Eve looks at a man standing in front of her, her eyes wide at him. He just looks down at her with a cold glare, as cold as his steely-grey eyes.

The man starts to lift his hand, and Sam roared angrily, and threatens to get closer to him. The man jolts but then slowly proceeds to hold both hands up, trying to say there's no threat. He speaks in a gruff and monotone voice. "Good Evening, Miss Okamoto. I'm sorry to startle you but I'm a part of the S.O.U and- Ahh!!"

Eve was suddenly a flash of white light and springs out of her bed. She tackles the intruder. Eve's tiger companion attacks the man's legs with his claws, and at once, the man topples over onto the floor with a loud thud.

Sameer lets go quickly. Eve crashes onto the intruder, and stares him down. Her glowing skin almost made her menacing with her eyes, like a blinding blue light in the darkness. Small gold shimmers poured from the blue light in her eyes made her also look angelic. She holds a hand to his face, with a swirling ball of light and air forming in the palm.

The man for a moment stays down, but suddenly knocks one of Eve's legs. While she was struggling for balance, the man then took Eve's arms out from under her and reversed her pin on him. Sameer growls at him ferociously and prowls low towards him. The man gets up from Eve and backs away. He waves his hands and whisper-yells. "Wait just a moment! I need a word with you! It's important! I'm not here to fight!"

Eve props herself back upright and sitting on the floor. Her skin subsided and started to turn back to normal, the room becoming less illuminated. "What do you want?! And- GET OUT!!" Eve didn't care about her volume as she pointed to her door. Sameer roars after Eve, his stance still about to pounce at the intruder.

The intruder stood his ground with no sign of moving. He was, however, a bit disheveled. He adjusted his shirt collar and hair, they too appeared grey with what little light was on him. "Ahem... again I'm sorry for coming here suddenly. I'm an agent from the S.O.U., Special Operations Unit. To put it simply, we've been told that you have some special abilities and will need to be taken in for questioning."

Instead of answering anything, Eve was more concerned about how they know so much, about her, and about 'special abilities'. Eve stays seated on the floor, cradles her legs and crosses her arms. Eve screamed, "Wouldn't a normal person wait till someone's not about to sleep in their home to talk? You're a trespasser!"

A fair point Eve made. It would have been more courteous to knock at least, and not just sneak into someone's bedroom late at night. That terrified Eve, Sam was quite startled too.

The man composes himself more and adjusts his sleeves by rolling them up. "Keep your voice down already... I'm sorry, but I was informed as soon as I was told to bring you to the unit. Reason to why, it's because of your powers. Obviously you weren't afraid to show them to a trespasser... As surprising as that was for someone marked 'passive'...." He muttered the last part, which sounded tiredly droning in thought.

Eve tilts her head and places her palms to the floor. She had become so confused, and his answer didn't help. She gives the agent a small scowl and raised brow. "So, how can I believe you for certain?..."

The man quickly and fluidly reached for his badge clipped to his belt, not without rolling his eyes first. He takes out his badge and flashes his eyes a mystic color, it looks like a purple, almost plum-colored smoke "Sigh, badge... Eyes... Yours glow too, if you don't know that fact. It's what 'our kind' do....". He explains, as if he's seen kinds like theirs before.

Eve's eyes go wide. She eyes the badge and stands up taller on her knees. She already was looking at his eyes as they changed. It was definitely a trademark of people like her. The iconic glow of magical abilities being used, or identifying a person's power. "You have abilities? Then can I ask, what?"

The agent calmly answers. "Well, you may. I can read people's thoughts. Another part of that is that I can see into people's memories, when its relevance is in someone's mind."

Eve drags herself backwards on her hands, away from the man. He didn't make any attempt to move. Eve was still freaked out, even if he wasn't acting sinister. "That sounds dangerous! You could be trying to find out something from me just without permission!"

He huffs, "Sigh... I have to be touching someone to do it, so you're fine. If I know someone well enough however, I don't have to have contact just to read them."

Eve gawks and exaggerates how ridiculous this all was. She waves her hands out but away from the man. "Well, what do you want from me? I'm just a stage performer! I'm not using my powers for any evil uses...."

The man scratches his head while looking at Eve's tiger friend. His features were very sharp, and as intimidating as his glare when he looked back to Eve. His voice seemed the same as natural and grim it was. "It's not of legal in normal terms, but you could be dangerous to the public and need to be-."

Eve waves her hands in the middle of him speaking. She interrupts again to argue. "Hold on mister! A child-entertainer as dangerous?! I'm showing the world about magic that they've forgotten! For centuries magic has died off at an alarming rate. You don't understand! That knowledge isn't dangerous, nor can any normal human possess or take it!" She huffed bitterly.

The man crosses his arms, and idols on a leg that's the least scratched up, thanks to Sameer's doing earlier. "...? Hm. Do you know a lot about your abilities? There's powers making a resurgence, but officials can't see how they exactly work, not without a special ability to. So there's a special unit of government operatives that use their abilities for keeping peace, and the world from uproar. We only worry your exposure of these powers would compromise our mission."

The agent looks around at the dimly lit room. It had nothing out of the ordinary, besides an angry looking tiger staring at him. The tiger luckily was standing down for now. He sternly adds, with warning. "You'll be given a choice. But, I'd recommend thinking about it wisely. You join the S.O.U., live a normal life and work for us, or you refuse and are taken under our custody regardless."

Eve's eyes go wide again and gawks surprised. She cocks her head, as if confused. "That's... unfair. That's not how this power works, it's to be used for good. How do I know to trust this weird group? I think it would be wise to refuse...."

The agent puts a hand to his face, looking a bit worried and annoyed. He huffs, looking back at her dead serious. "Trust me, it's not. Many feel this way when first joining. It's not bad, however. Sigh, we emphasize protecting, and stopping mass corruption. You never know who will try to use something for bad. Whether it's 'forgotten magic', or whatnot." He quotes with his fingers skeptically.

The man had a point. Eve understands, and also uses spells or her words to hide her magic. She never knew how people would react, except younger people. Imaginative minds saw through the veil, and would be mesmerized by her real magic. She just didn't want magic to die off unheard, or for humanity to be in the dark when magic would help many things.

Thinking more, and understanding. Eve anxiously asks. "So... What do I have to do?..." She didn't want any part in a group she hadn't heard of, but it seemed she had no choice.

The agent plainly answers her. "If you join, and I highly recommend it, we leave for America, and you'll be moving to the headquarters tomorrow. Anything you want to bring you have till the morning to pack."

He makes a quick glance to Sameer, and back to Eve. "I'm sure you can bring... the tiger but he'll have to stay in your room or be kept somewhere. Anything you might need for your abilities you need to pack first and most importantly. We'll need to record those as well." The agent looked down at Sameer, who was scowling at the man.

Eve slams both hands on the floor. "What?! I have till tonight to pack up everything, to move out of the country? Is that really true?"

The agent quickly nods to her, Eve sits back down on her knees, her voice trembling and defeated. "Oh my stars... W- why does this have to happen?" She looks down and tears run down her face.

Eve looks up at the man and begs, "What is so wrong with me? Why can't I keep it a secret, and keep making people smile? I can keep it a secret... Why does this have to happen?" Eve buries her face in her hands. Sameer comes to her aid beside her.

The man looks down and lowers his gaze to Eve. She's failing to hold back tears, and her breathing started to hitch. He gets closer, but a safe distance from Eve, and from Sameer too, of course.

The agent speaks in a less blank tone, sounding almost sincere. "... It may be hard to believe, but the organization wants to help people like us. It's just under the protection of the agency. I'm sure you can still make music and live freely, but you must work for us, and have it as your primary job from now on."

Eve wipes her face with her palms. She whimpers a bit softly. "I'm sorry... This is just so sudden. It's scary to be honest... I don't even believe it. What's going to happen, if I agree?"

The man answers, a bit sincere, and a bit back to serious. "You'll live in the apartments provided. Our base is located in New York City. You'll first go into training in our academy, so you will be taught how to do your job. There will be training for your abilities and learning how to use them. You also might have to fight, but I'm sure you'll be fine."

Eve is baffled. She argues. "To fight? But, I don't really fight people in real life... The worst I could do is blind you!"

As hard as it was to believe for the agent, Eve's got a clean record and history of peaceful acts. Eve's ability had mostly to do with light, since it was based on starlight. Another part of her power Eve demonstrated was her ability to make herself the weight of a human-sized star. She could also be hot but non-scolding to the touch. If reports were true, she knows how to use some elements that could be useful other than her own power.

The man sees Eve being a skilled agent, if she tries out. It was jumping to conclusions, and the man even spoke up. "Well, you're not immediately an agent. But... Most missions require agents to do a lot more than just fighting. You'll still learn how to, to not be at a disadvantage. You'll be trained how to protect yourself, and others, for any situation."

Eve hushes, and tries not to protest or act defeated. She was definitely defeated. Eve never in her career, secretly spreading magic people, felt like it was wrong. Now, she's paying for her consequences.

The agent adds, as if trying to answer Eve's possible questions she might of had. "You'll be able to come and go wherever in your free time. You cannot talk about any missions or any information with people outside of the force. Even some other federal forces aren't aware of our existence. So, don't mention any cases to the police. We'll cover it. No discussing the S.O.U. or powers with people. You must follow policies and rules, or consequences could be severe. It may seem like a lot but it's probably nothing unfamiliar to you. But, you have to be more careful. It may include no powers while performing anymore. Even if you do hide some things well, or play it off as one of your 'magic tricks', like in the past." The man air quotes Eve's obscure hinting. It was something she would tell people.

Eve holds her nervous fists to her face. She looks away, quickly looking for a diversion till she see's Sameer walk towards her and sit down beside her. At that point, she was able to swallow back some of her tears. Eve pets Sam and breaks the small silence. "So... What would happen to someone I told? B- but have kept my secret seriously!..."

With a cold face, he leans closer and tries to reach out. Sameer's face whips to the agent's hand and growls. Eve jumps backwards behind her bed, and flails her arms out of reach. If the Agent were to really be able to read her mind, she didn't want him close. He withdraws and asks in a dark tone. "Who?"

Eve springs up and creates a safe distance with the corner of her bed. Standing her ground, but not as confident. She stares at the agent intensely. "I asked first!" Eve protested. The man shrugs at her. ".... Depends. They may go from being protected, to being taken in as liability."

Eve clutches her hands to her heart. She pleads. "... I- it's just my designer, Rin, I've told... They've never said a word! I trust them like family. They're a few of the only family to me that I have left..."

The agent looks at her and thinks. Eve's shared a lot about powers subliminally, but she lives alone, and works online. She often did things by herself, along with the small team she created years ago for her job. Her designer, Rin, was one of a few close to Eve. Like a lot of her team and online friends, they weren't always physically close by. Rin travelled a lot for their job.

The agent found no family interactions from Eve, for many different reasons. He scowls down at Eve and asks plainly. "And, is there anyone else you'd share this information with?" He wants to make sure no one else knows besides the one.

Eve can't lie to save her life, but especially now, she thought it would be wise to be truthful. She does however avert her gaze to the floor, and to Sameer. "There's a blacksmith and my manager, if I saw them more often, or thought they'd understand. Maybe some online people I've befriended from collaborations. Also... I guess, I would have liked to have told my mentor too...."

The agent immediately raises a brow and asks, jumping straight to the suspicion he had. "Mentor?... A 'powerful' one, perhaps? Did someone ever show you how to use your abilities?" It would make sense why she knew so much already. Without help it would have been a very difficult task, one could only assume.

Eve points daggers with her glare at the agent. She strides closer to the agent in a gust of wind. Eve sternly vocalizes while aggressively shaking a finger at the agent. "... I will say this once but don't you dare have anyone go there and destroy the peace!!"

Confused but willing, the agent nods. He waits for her explanation, with his arms crossed and a tired but patient. Eve turns away, walking around the room, memorizing how the place looked, before it was gone.

Eve stops at her window and sighs, "Okay... I must explain beforehand... There's a small town in the desert. There used to be many magicians and sorcerers that lived there. Until centuries passed, the town was under the protection of a lone, grand magician. And, when the magician dies, their predecessor gets their powers and takes their place as the new magician, usually at age 14 to 16. They become the magician that protects the town's sick and defenseless, and keeps everything alive. My mentor is the current acting grand magician. He took me in when I was internally lost because of my powers...." Eve looks down to the ground, saddened.

Eve doesn't face the agent, but adds, sounding more sorrowful. "My mentor is a good man and helps people. I just wanted to do the same here...." Eve sniffs a bit as she pouts on the ground, with her fists on the ground trying not to cry.

Eve turns her head back to the man, with a lowered head and cracking voice. "... So, please don't say anything, or let anyone disturb their quiet town... It'll never be a problem for anyone. Its doings are not on digital records... My mentor will never cause alarm. The townspeople rely on him. Please, PLEASE give me your word that you'll not even mention them. I'll do anything, be an agent, if it means they'll stay a secret...." She starts to plead under her breath, warning of the true dire consequences. Her hands were shaking, but face was trying to be brave. Voice, a mix of scared, and determined.

The agent purses his lips to one side, unfazed by Eve's scowl, but was at least trying to act like he at least had a bit of a heart. He motions with his hands for Eve to relax. Even though he was a bit confused, the man calmly draws out, "Okay, okay. Calm down. I know you must care about your mentor a lot." He bluntly puts it, as true as it was.

Eve pleaded in a sad tone, looking at her tiger friend. "He's my best friend, besides Sam, here. He taught me everything I know about using spells and my own powers. He just normally makes medicine and practices the arts passed down! If you need it, I can tell you everything about magic, and the history of the city, as best I can. But please, don't make my mentor work for you! The town needs him! Very, very much! And, he needs the town!!" She got louder, and more desperate.

It wasn't till Eve was jumping up and down, waving her arms, and shouting frazzled, that the agent finally grabbed Eve to hold her still. He lets go quickly and waves a finger to his mouth aggressively. "Okay! Shhhhhhhh!! It's still the middle of the night, don't shout so much. I'm sorry you're in distress."

The agent takes a small step back and brushes his sternness off slightly. "Look, I can't promise your mentor and beloved town won't at least be investigated, but I'll, personally, agree to not say anything they don't already know to the organization. Sigh... I'm supposed to be the one giving authority here."

He's playing with a difficult hand, the man could or could not be trusted to keep a secret, but Eve didn't care. She at least had to show him that he should at least listen to her. His words and understanding was enough for Eve to feel a bit better of the situation. "Thank you! Please, I am grateful if you keep it safe! Again, I'll cooperate if it means it's secret!"

Upon Eve's agreement, she skips off and leaves the man, confused. Not alone, however. Eve had run off, leaving him and Sameer, the one who was just lashing out and growling earlier, in a room with him. The tiger seemed to be giving him a stink-eye, which the man gave the same right back. Something rarely anyone would have the courage to do.

Eve pops her head back in the bedroom doors, and lifts a first aid in tow. She looks at the agent and his legs, giving a tight-lipped smile. He's now giving her the stink-eye, confused about how quickly she changes character.

But, Eve was sincere. She finally felt bad about hurting the man. He was a stranger in her room, true, but he didn't kidnap, hurt, or do anything bad besides bring unexpected news. It wasn't a good situation, but it could have been worse.

Eve places the kit down on her bed, and the man quickly takes it and digs inside for all he needs, without her help. Eve just watches as he disinfects and wraps his legs. The man also rolled up his pant legs so there were less shreds and frays moving around.

The man then looks back up, asking Eve more from where they last left off. "How did you even find your mentor in the first place? Uh... You don't HAVE to say anything, if you don't want to."

As honest, and maybe naive, as Eve was, this was the second person she's ever met like her. It felt a lot easier to tell them, than most of her fans, who she might have thought they were all normal. There really were more like her out there, much closer than she thought. Confused, yet comfortable, she shrugs. "Fair enough, as long as this stays a secret between you and me... Okay?"

He stands tall again, towering a bit over Eve by around ten centimeters, almost half a foot in difference. "Alright....", he sternly huffs.

Eve warns, "Just know that this information could destroy a whole civilization if you tamper with it. It could even upset the whole world, if you destroy the town's magic."

He sighs and waves for Eve to continue along with it. "Yes... I will be an ear but not discuss anything outside this room. I'll at least understand why it's important."

Eve takes a moment to sit on her bed with her legs crossed, petting Sameer profusely to calm them both. "Well....". She paused and looked up. Remembering each detail like she was retracing her steps. "I left, looking for answers. I wandered to a small town and I met my mentor, just by blindly wandering straight to it. He saw me performing and he was the only one that understood me."

Eve chuckles, becoming calmer looking back. "... It ended up being a communication spell. He first introduced himself as the town's shaman and said he saw something interesting in me. He offered a place to stay. I helped at his shop for a while. Heh, turns out he knew everything about magic, powers, and spells so much he could do anything! I learned under him for years, taking hiatuses for my music to go there, since it was impossible to stay connected to the real world when I would see him. I also met my tiger friend on my last trip, and... I might not be allowed back again since... I stole him from a cruel, evil ruler there." Eve looked away at the end, a bit nervously.

The man scratches his head and eyes Eve. He processes all the steps and what she said, but couldn't one hundred percent understand her 'how'. 'Why' at least seemed straightforward, she glowed, so she ran, and ran right into answers she might have needed, just by chance. "I... see, I suppose?... Not sure if I quite understand, but I follow."

Eve ponders, and quickly beams back up. ".... Your ability makes you see someone's memories? I can show you the magic, hehe~. It might explain things better."

Eve hums cheerfully at the end part. He looks at her, not too thrilled as he should be, but it was what he wanted. He still jests in a gruff voice. "Heh, you read my mind..."

"Hehe, I also want to make sure you're not just lying to me about your powers." Eve jokes and holds out her palms. The man rolls his eyes and lightly brushes his hands over hers. His dark grey eyes seem to glow mystic and purple slightly, when suddenly Eve feels like she's reliving a memory. . . .

"Yamehl? 'MEHL!!" Eve calls out and a figure turns around to greet her. A man, with jet black hair tied back, and golden inquisitive eyes hiding behind small, semi-round glasses, was putting down a book he was reading. The glasses fit snug on his nose with a brass chain keeping them on his person. He wore many brass chains around his arms and clothing, with charms and gems on them.

Eve's mentor looks at her and gives her a warm smile. Eve's vision looks down automatically at her hands with a bunch of crystals and herbs piled in them, and then back up at him. She excitedly announces, "I learned how to color the fire!!"

With a long drawn breath, a swirl of sparks flew from Eve's hands, and went up in flames changing each color after another. The flame shined warmly, then cold in a spectrum of light. She spins and points her hand up, sending small sparkles of color up into the air like fireworks. She sends a few small colorful light-shows carefully up and away from knocking into anything.

Eve waltzes over to her mentor with her display and then opens her vest up with her free hand, simultaneously retrieving an odd bouquet of glowing vines. "I also got the nocturnal vines! You needed these, right?"

Eve giggles and her mentor claps. He takes the cut and dried vines from Eve's hand, and places them on his desk. His voice was very calm and sincere. "Very impressive, well done. And you remembered, thank you."

Eve's mentor walks over, eyeing her hands and picking up an opal that's iridescent glow pulsed around its smooth surface. He uses the other free hand to pat Eve's head and keep his hand resting there. "You learned to change frequencies and the form, all in a quick motion. You're so clever, my apprentice." . . .

It changed again and in a flash, another memory was happening. It's now outside at night, and the stars out were so expansive, a few milky ways could be seen off in the neverending distance. Both Eve and her mentor are standing by a large tree in a squared off garden in the middle of the town.

Yamehl has a hand placed on the base of the tree and points to parts for Eve to see. "This is our 'tree of life' of sorts. This is the second biggest flora in this city, other than the palace's large garden around the place. This one holds most of the life left in the plants and trees here. Its small connection has been strengthened for millennials. These Bluewoods get their name from its magical roots, heh. The buds of the flowers here haven't bloomed yet. They're very useful in both forms for magic, as buds and flowers. Naturally, they need help with its magic to give it a last push this time of year. Its magic isn't strong enough on its own anymore."

Her mentor looks down at his hand and proceeds to glow a vibrant warm radiance coming from his palm. He places it bare onto the tree's surface. Eve concentrates on doing the same action, and putting her hand beside his. The grey-like wood of the tree glowed as Eve touched it, along with Yamehl.

A blue aura surrounds the base of the tree. The leaves slowly glowed and dimmed in vibrant blues and greens, lighting the area. The buds shook and a gust of wind subsided them. They started to nestle and glow a bright blue till they unfolded from the stems.

Blue amber-like specs floated from the tree line up into the sky. The area around it caught life as sparks of blue hovered over other plants. The whole area started to light up in colorful glowing plants and specks. The plants had never seemed so vibrant in the daylight as they did this one, special night.

Yamehl hums while looking up at the sky. The brightness from the stars and moon, matching the glowing specks flying up to meet them. "Magic now needs a little help sometimes with things such as these. We keep the earth alive, and in return we can live off its food and medicines. Even the sands can harness magic, some things naturally gravitate to people with its unique senses for it."

He waved his hand and the patches of sand around them swirled up his form, to meet in his glowing palm. He sways his arm and the sand around till he places it back in a beautiful geometric pattern below his feet.

Eve looks down at both their feet and ponders. She nestles a closed hand to her chin, contemplating and idling. "What would that mean if I'm also here, from somewhere that doesn't know about this stuff?"

Her mentor chuckles lightly. "Heh, I'm not quite sure myself, but I know magic is a wonder. You were here for a reason, out there, and in our small, fair town. Destiny is what drives us when we don't direct our steps to our own design."

Eve remembers, even in a memory of the past, she didn't have purpose or planned to come to the desert town of Uridian. "Steps... How curious, and it led me to learning magic with you. I don't think I could thank you enough for taking in me as your apprentice."

Yamehl waved an open palm to Eve and smiled. He looks to Eve in understanding. They both felt like they understood each other well. The sheer luck of fate that brought them together, made such a strong bond between them. "I'm grateful to teach you. Now, before we get back, the water here still needs a charm to keep it pure and from evaporating from the hot rays."

Yamehl finally reaches into his bag. He takes out four large crystal rods and a jar or white sand. Eve perks up and jumps in excitement. Yamehl passes two crystals to Eve and she takes them. "Hold these and I'll put down a seal around the fountain." He calmly explained.

After her mentor makes a large circle around the fountain, he stands by Eve with two crystals and they glow in his hands like Eve's. He closes his eyes and Eve eventually does the same as they meditate in silence. The waters turn white, slowly giving off a small glow. The water's surface started to create rings, it started to rain oddly just in that one spot, both falling and rising into the sky.

After a while, Yamehl opens one eye and leans over to Eve. "This is a magician's yearly task. It's also how the city celebrates the new year. The fountain doesn't dry up and the flowers bloom, showing luck and prosperity to come. The people start a festival in the town square by sunrise."

Eve opens her eyes and turns to her mentor. The crystals and everything still was glowing as she did so. "Wha- Wow~!! What a happy new year! May the area be blessed for centuries more, hehe~!" . . .

And, another memory pops up. This one is where Eve and Yamehl both were working in his shop. It was a very warm day, the wind that came in through the windows and door was hot.

Neither Eve or her mentor could wear as many layers as they normally would. Yamehl took off his robe and Eve had rolled up her sleeves of a white button up she brought, showing off lines of white artwork wrapped around her forearms. Eve was standing by the counter reading offhand, and being the face to greet people. Her mentor was behind her, organizing things away on shelves and in drawers.

A lady was just leaving with something for her bad sleep, she was a regular Eve got to know well. Eve waved her farewell and continued to read up on a spellbook Yamehl had lent her. She had learned that the magicians' small hut was used as a shop, home, and library for whoever was the next generations.

It was cozy. There was a bit of clutter of materials, mostly on a desk tucked into a corner. There were different charms tied around colorful banners on the ceiling. Old relics were placed on top of a large cabinet, full of jars and herbs behind the shop counter. Everything else seemed clean and warm, especially with their living space and dining room seen from smaller rooms with no dividing wall between anything. It felt like home. She felt like she could marvel at it forever.

Her mentor turns to Eve and looks at what she's reading. He sets more books and papers beside her on the counter. "You've been a great help around the shop, there's only a few more orders so you're free to relax."

Eve holds up the book and places her thumbs in it to mark the page she was on, closing it slightly. "Oh thank you Yamehl! I don't mind staying at the counter though in case someone comes in. I'm just reaaally interested in memorizing a few remedies." She opens and goes back to staring at the book deep in concentration.

Her mentor leans over, chuckling, and rubs Eve's head. She looks up from the book, distracted by his head patting. "Well, my little apprentice, you have a lot to learn, but you've already been making much progress. I think you'll know just about everything I know in a few more years.... Maybe you can use that knowledge when you return home."

Eve puts down the book to face Yamehl. She takes both of his hands in hers, she swings them lightly together. "You know I'll come back here, this is my home, silly~! Promise! I wish I could stay, but I know I can't forever...."

Eve's mentor guides his hands out of hers. He moves them up to brush her shoulders, looking at Eve and how much she's grown at that time. It has been a long journey for Eve to get to this point, but Yamehl sees her as a wise, exuberant, and still an innocent girl.

Yamehl conveys that to her, in a deep and sincere tone. "You're very strong Eve. Never forget your purpose here, or why you are the way you are. You're perfect. I hope you'll indeed return. Don't forget about us so quickly, alright?"

Eve draws herself closer to be enveloped in her mentors arms, in a warm, friendly hug. She squeezes the taller man's sides, acting as if she's never let go. "You'll be in my thoughts and heart forever! I'll never forget you! You're my best friend and mentor, Yamehl!"

Yamehl held Eve there, for what seemed like minutes. Her vision beams up at the man who wore a sad smile. He reaches over with one hand for the stack he brought previously. Grabbing for a trinket on top of the stack. Two necklaces with bright misty crystals were brought to Eve's attention. She was given one of them. "Keep this with you so we can always be together.... This will let us com-...." . . .

The image changed suddenly, trying to not replay the last part. It was suddenly dark in the shop. It was night, and a dreadful night for Eve from what she felt. She couldn't see anything except a blurry, watery vision of Yamehl in front of her. She couldn't see his eyes.

Yamehl seemed to have brought Eve into a tight hug sitting on the floor of his shop. He speaks, but it came out as an altered echo. "... It's okay. I promise you're okay. Nothing is wrong with you. I'll explain why you're suddenly changing...."

Eve is unable to speak. Even reliving the moments she suddenly is struck by strong senses of fear and dread. Then, in her sudden panic, her skin slowly pulsed in a dim, white light. She jolted as her skin would uncharacteristically change, frightful of herself.

Yamehl still remains unfazed, he only brings her in tighter. He moves in slightly but still keeping one arm wrapped around Eve's huddled frame. He lets his free hand brush her hair slightly.

Yamehl lets Eve cry for a moment, saddened, and placing his chin on the top of her head lightly. "You're like me. You're a magician. Your soul is different from others out there. It's... still normal. It's not something you did wrong, or right. You were just born with this and I'll explain everything when you are more calm...."

Eve couldn't respond. She tried, but all she could was gasp for air. After failing to say anything, all she could muster out were two words. "I-... I'm hic- s- sorry..."

Yamehl pats her head with one hand and hugs her tightly with the other. He then used the sleeve of his robe to gently wipe Eve's face of tears. "It's alright. No matter what happens... scary, odd... I'm here with you. You're not alone, I just want you to know this...." . . .

Eve, finally out of her trance and is back at her own apartment, sadly nowhere near Yamehl. She missed him so much even though it wasn't a year yet since she last saw him. It felt like years gone by just reliving a few fleeting memories. She felt terrible now, emotionally, and physically from the effects.

The man immediately snaps Eve out of her state, asking sternly. "What did he give you? One of the memories had a necklace...."

Eve was still out of it slightly, looking at him confused. She almost didn't understand at first. "The... c- communicator. We use it if we don't talk for awhile. I didn't want you to know so soon, in case I shouldn't trust you... I also wanted to tell him I'm at least okay...."

The agent scratches his head, a little disappointed that he couldn't inspect the communicator. He thinks of his next set of questions, and clears his throat. "So... You've known your mentor for a long while it seems."

Eve isn't looking at the agent anymore and is looking past him, unintentionally. He tilts his head curiously, leaning closer to meet Eve's eye. She couldn't concentrate, so she waved her hands to wait a moment for her. "Bleh~... Your ability is still making me feel sick...."

The agent's brows frown. He attempts to get closer to steady her, but Eve takes a step back. Sameer whips his head to the man and disappointedly scowls. Oddly enough, it seemed the tiger understood.

The agent keeps his hands out, showing no threat, or sudden movement. "Sorry, you had a lot of overwhelming emotions when looking into your memories. It might have made you recall everything you felt. From what I can tell, the last part was from a long time ago, but it came in very strong in your mind."

The man calmly stands. He's not doing anything Sameer would disapprove of, besides being there. He looks from the snowy tiger back up at Eve. The man sees she's still struggling a bit. She takes a moment, holding her head to stop it from spinning.

Eve answers him and explains. "Okay... sigh, and yes, I've known my mentor since I was 19. I've known my designer for longer, but they didn't learn about my abilities till I could control them better, when I returned after finding the town. After that, I would either spend a few trips out of the year, or a full year in the desert. It's like home...."

The agent breathes out, lifting a hand up and one on his heart. He swears. "I promise I won't mention it in the report, but you'll have to come up with something else to explain why you might know some things."

Eve thinks, placing a finger to her cheek. She informs the agent. "I'll say... I've searched the world and have found a few books that saved my life! I have some books my mentor let me keep. I'll use those! I'll never say where exactly, because... I found them in little nooks around the world! Just like the desert, there's towns and villages all over the world that might have traces of magic. They won't have many findings about them either."

The agent brushes it off, finding it acceptable enough. "It's an okay plan. They might ask you how you manage to find some, and where. Be prepare for the questions they might ask about it"

Eve frowns in more worry. "I could maybe ask my mentor... I really don't want this organization prying in any other places that are keeping the old ways that aren't harmful. I'll say that, and just hope they also won't go after other places because of me. I don't want any tranquil life to break. It could cause problems!"

The agent clasps his hands together, settled. He understands her concern, only hope they'll be on the same page now. "How honorable. Well, I'm sure it'll be fine. I'll write the report tomorrow. I'll be just recording your knowledge of 'magic' as you use your powers. I'll have to record any books, or odd devices and objects you use that have 'magical properties'. For now, you should sleep and get some rest for tomorrow."

Eve instead walks to the closet and starts taking out clothes. "We leave tomorrow. I should probably start packing instead, I guess...." Eve points to her door, leading to her living room. "Would you like some tea, or something, Mr...?"

The man looks away casually. "I'm alright. And, it's Agent Grey. Don't toy, sadly, I took the name that they suggested to me...."

Eve giggles, Sameer watching her perk up. Eve hums innocently. "Why? Hehe, it's very fitting, Mr. Agent Grey."

He whips his head back, barking like giving order. "It's just 'Agent Grey'. Don't need the extra, unnecessary formalities."

Eve lightheartedly beams, giving a nosy grin. "Hehe, sorry, just teasing." Eve gets a bit nervous again, not able to get past an intruder who is making her move out. She's even up and telling them about sorcery and magic. She was filled with emotions, she just couldn't process which at the moment.

Eve smiles, looking up for a moment, but then nervously looking away. Agent Grey rolls his eyes and leans to one leg, trying to get her attention once more. "Can you show me the books and things you've mentioned?"

Eve gives a short nod waves her hand to get closer the doorway of a large closet. In there, clothes and accessories were originally on top, but below were wooden, mysterious boxes.

Two odd boxes, both with very intricate and complex looking patterns on them. A small, old family photo was sitting on a bigger box. From what Agent Grey saw, it was the only picture she had around. No other family photos, none of even her, or her and Sam framed anywhere.

Eve moves the old picture carefully on top of the smaller box. She seats herself on the floor in front of the large, mysterious chest, and turns to the agent. "I actually found a lot of stuff in the desert, like this cool puzzle box! It was so fascinating, I took it apart and rebuilt it, then made a bigger one! I have books, plants, earths, and odd other findings kept safe inside them."

Eve starts to move panels, and slide pieces onto each other. She lifts a few panels on the sides and slides them up. She glided her hands around the box till the top started to open, and a top of a chest was able to be lifted up and opened.

Eve slowly takes a few objects and books out of the now open box, explaining. "So, just for the record... When someone makes a spell or potion, if it's a normal human, they still can't make the recipe correctly. Even without using their magic directly, magicians can make medicines to cure a whole array of things. I have a few ingredients, along with a lot of healing waters in the box. Never had to use them much, they do great with cuts though! Basically heals without scarring."

Eve takes one out a small bottle of water and gives it to the agent. He inspects the clear, slightly blue liquid inside. It seemed not that much out of the ordinary in appearance. Eve then giggles, getting his attention. "Why don't you use it on your legs..."

Agent Grey didn't know how to exactly use it, so he opened it up and eyed Eve as she ushered him to try it. He bends down, taking off this fresh wrap, but keeping his eyes on Eve. He was making sure he wasn't doing anything weird, but it was already weird to him.

Agent Grey coated his hand with the water and rubbed it on, then poured a bit on both legs. He saw the open scarring be sealed off as he was rubbing his legs. It seemed like they were nearly healed over. He still wasn't thrilled having to use it in the first place, but then again it is nice to not get more scarring all over his legs.

Agent Grey looks at Eve a little impressed, but wasn't going to mention it. He goes to the closet to sit next to the chest with Eve. He inspected inside on his own, peering at unidentifiable objects, and some that just looked ordinary. He takes out a large pill-shaped glass. Inside was a colored gas and a flint encased in a smaller glass tube in the middle. "What are these large capsules for?"

Eve beams and waves her hands and fingers in a flourish. She idols her hands, gesturing at the capsule in the agent's. "I made these. It's a gas or liquid, with a closed off flint in the center. Each one makes a different colored flame when broken. Like the gems and herbs I use in my memory, but with chemical engineering!"

It was something to be impressed about, that was her own design. She spent a lot of time between the desert and cities to tinker with magic and science. The agent looks at her and curiously draws out. "How... did you come up with that?"

Eve nods and clasps her hands together excitedly. "I took A LOT of college courses over a period of time online. When I first came back to Japan, I thought of using what I was learning in classes to make tools that assimilated magic. The capsules are like a spell that people can see. And, people know it's not actually magic."

"That's pretty interesting. You're very smart and creative." Agent Grey holds the fire capsule and inspects it very carefully. "Pretty assembled and well crafted. Isn't this dangerous?" He turns back to Eve.

Eve snatches the fire capsule from the agent's hands carefully. "Not when I can control the flame now anyways. Just don't smash it regardless. I've been learning to use elements naturally like my mentor. So far, I can use a lot of different elements, or even create random occurrences."

Agent Grey seems intrigued. He leans in a bit, cocking his head to one side. "Like?"

Eve flashes a crescent-shaped smile. Miracles could happen with a bit of hope and magic. She innocently beams. "... I've made animals appear before."

Agent Grey just scrunches his face at Eve in a confused manner. He didn't want to ask how, he didn't need to know. He grabs a book. "Hm. Can I read this?" He asked, holding it up in question.

Eve just looks at him, eye lit in wonder. She wondered the same question. "If you can, that is. It's texts I don't think you would know. Some of the books are written in different texts. Even dead languages, and not just Latin."

The agent flips through pages and looks. He then immediately closes the book and places it back on top of the stack Eve made. "I see, noted. If they ask about books, they might ask you to bring them in to be analyzed."

Eve paused to think. She gives the agent a worried look. She then looks and slides though all the faces of her books. "Some of them might link them to the town... I just hope they won't go there. The herbal medicine books I'll just keep for now. The books that are mostly about general magic they would want those more anyways. They're part of an old collection, not all were written in the same place."

Eve takes half of the small stack of books away and slides the rest for Agent Grey to look at. He opens them again, just flipping through some of the pictures of rare plants, elements, people, and diagrams inside. Eve grins in some small satisfaction. "There. That way, there's a few different languages to sort through, than just the town's."

Eve starts with taking all the belongings from her closet, clothes and magical belongings. Agent Grey observes Eve, watching her as she pays no mind to him now. He pipes in after a long while of silence. "Do you need help with anything? You still need rest for tomorrow." He hums in question.

Eve twirls around with a book in her hand. She waves dismissively with the other, being carefree and lax. "I'll sleep on the plane~. Plenty of time! Oh, before we go, I have to make a video in the morning. I won't say anything, but that I can't make music my primary anymore. Unless I can get access to a rooftop, and time off to perform." After what happened, Eve was too restless to try to go back to sleep.

The man waves and brushes Eve off casually, as he looked like he was about to fall asleep. "Okay. Carry on then. If you need any help, just let me know."

Eve rolls her eyes and lightly chuckles. "Well, if you can't help prevent me from leaving, relax or rest for a while." She then darts away to go find boxes and whatever storage she has.

It no longer was a quiet night for Eve. Nor did daybreak bring much rest. Eve offered the agent breakfast before they all had to leave, with a van and moving truck to the airport. Before she ran short on time, Eve's announcement of another hiatus was posted for however long she was working in a different field of helping people. Which she only hoped was true, given no idea of her own reason for leaving, but she persuaded it to sound important even without details.

Not happy about having to do this in the first place, then having to be led down a different and new path directed by others Eve didn't know. Eve worried about what was on the line if information was ever put into the wrong hands. She didn't know what society would be taking people like her for. Everything felt unclear, and too confusing for Eve. Could she really do this? Could she really start a new life in a secret agency? Eve was taking one step after the other, to a new adventure that was calling to her.

#chapter 1 #agent starlight #wattpad #original story #secret agent #special abilities #the intruder #my story #flashback #memories

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holdinbacksecrets · 3 years ago

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it’s sunday thank god because you woke up feeling completely hopeless, staying in bed like there’s no safer place to be, not bothered to make breakfast, lunch, or a cup of tea.

soonyoung always comes over for dinner on sunday nights, and the two of you cook together and watch a childhood movie that’s nearly escaped your memories completely. today, he hasn’t heard anything from you. his morning was hectic, and he checked his phone periodically, but figured you were busy. maybe caught up in something, told himself you saw a friend or went to the market. but by 2:30pm, he’s worried after sending a text nearly an hour ago, having no idea you fell back asleep.

your apartment is so quiet when he arrives. the blinds are closed, and the usual aroma of vanilla and chamomile is missing.

soonyoung’s too worried to say your name, but he notices your keys on the hook and your purse on the counter, knowing you’re there. and his heart skips a beat when he pushes the door to your bedroom open. its creak is painful, and light shines from the kitchen into an otherwise dark space. and there you are, beneath the covers, with your hair covering your cheek and your hands beneath the pillow like always. soonyoung walks in slowly. he nearly checks to make sure you’re breathing, but your head turns, sensing the light, and he curses under his breath before sitting at the edge of your bed. thank god.

you murmur something incoherent, and your hand comes into view, waving frantically for the light to be turned off. but soonyoung climbs beneath the covers, bringing you against his chest, and the warmth is relieving. his touch is everything you’ve been hoping for, so you fist his t shirt. your eyes open, holding his gaze until they fill with tears. his fingers trail through your hair, and lips brush your forehead, “i’m here. it’s ok. you can cry. i’ve got you.”

you lay like that: together with his cotton shirt stretching more and more until you let go. the crying diminishes to nothing, tears are brushed away, and all you can hear are his comforting hums. soonyoung doesn’t dare to speak. he counts your exhales. he notices the feeling of your toes on his feet, and the time that passes is a mystery before he begins telling you about his day and little moments from the week.

he talks until you pull away to watch his expression. he talks until you smile. he talks until you laugh and caress his face. he talks until your lips silence the words, and you’re mumbling a sincere thank you against his lips.

when you part, he’s asking if you’ve eaten today. your silence is his answer, so he asks if you want to stay in your room or relax on the couch, offering to make dinner. you want to join him, and he’s happy to know your company will be present in the kitchen while he cooks.

you tell him everything that’s been tearing you up inside. you apologize for taking so long to open up, remembering the few days in july when you shut out everything and everyone except soonyoung. “all i want to do is help you—be here— when you need me,” so you promise to let him in. you promise yourself to fight whatever ugly words the voices in your head dare to whisper. whatever your anxiety tries to make you believe about soonyoung’s love: he doesn’t want you this way.

your anxiety’s a liar because he’s here. he loves you. he held you and talked about tigers and rehearsals and that one sunrise date and seungkwan’s latest embarrassing moment until you laughed. until you fucking laughed again. so you choose the movie and fill glasses with water, offering him a beer if he wants one, but he decides against alcohol tonight, wanting to be here for you. you promise him you’re ok, and he smiles, “you’re strong, i know, but i also know the look i saw in your eyes earlier. so i choose to be here for you- with you, completely.” and he sets the bowls down to wrap you up in his arms. you breathe deeply, feeling your lungs expand, feeling your heart open, your soul sing. and there’s nothing like this kind of closeness, this kind of love, this kind of support.

#soonyoung fic #soonyoung scenarios #soonyoung comfort #hoshi comfort #hoshi fluff #hoshi angst #hoshi fic #hoshi blurb #hoshi drabble #svt drabble #self indulgent shit #may delete in the am tbh

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eddieswh0r · 2 years ago

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It Takes One To Know One.

Eddie Munson Fanfic

Part 6.

Summary; the perfect day

Word count; pffft. 😅

Warnings; kissing, blood, VERY light gore, 💀

Just a brief message to say: feedback is appreciated and I’m sorry🤧🫶🏼

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“I see my future when I look in your eyes,

It took your love to make my heart come alive

'Cause I lived my life believing all love is blind,

But everything about you is telling me this time.

It's forever, this time I know

And there's no doubt in my mind

Forever, until my life is through…”

The lyrics sang by Kiss faded around you as you and Eddie pressed your foreheads together, looking into each other’s eyes lovingly. His hands on your waist and your arms around his neck, swaying to the music.

“Dude, kiss your wife then!!” You and Eddie chuckled as he placed his lips on yours, the all too familiar tones of Dustin Henderson’s voice echoed around the open field, Eddie couldn’t have chosen a better person to be his best man.

“You look absolutely breath taking baby” Eddie whispered into your ear as your first dance came to an end. He pulled you into a loving embrace as the guests applauded. It wasn’t a big affair, just a small gathering of people who meant the most to you. Dustin, Lucas, Mike and the other d&d boys. They were all still super close. Eddies uncle, your mom, Jason and Chrissy who were still together also, Eddies boss, your boss. After all you were now mid twenties and school friendships had soon dwindled after graduation. That and Hawkins wasn’t such a big place anyway.

Your cream lace cocktail style dress hung just at your knee, flared out by multiple bits of netting underneath. You’d spent a hell of a long time making this dress, it had to be perfect. Eddie wore black trousers, much to his dismay of not being allowed to wear jeans which he paired with a white shirt and he’d opted for no tie, not that it bothered you. It was far from a traditional wedding much to your moms disappointment but it was yours and Eddies wedding and this is what you both wanted. To top it off you’d both designed matching leather jackets to wear, you’d hand painted them and on the back of yours it read ‘Mrs Munson’ in the best fancy writing you could do and ‘Mr Munson’ on eddies. You finished it with some roses and two skeleton hands interlinked.

. . .

After all the formal wedding stuff, the party began. Everyone was dancing and plus ones had turned up. Eddie twirled you by your hand as you danced on the grass barefoot.

“Never ever did I think this day would come” you span into his chest facing him. “My Mr Munson, My husband” you giggled as you booped his nose.

“Always and forever, baby” Eddie beamed grabbing you by the waist “Damn, look at you. My wife is so fucking beautiful! How I’ve not taken you home yet is beyond me” he nuzzled into your ear nipping at your lobe. “Eddie!!” you let out a squeal, slapping your hands playfully on his chest. “We’ve the rest of our lives but right now we’ve got guests” you nodded towards the group of people having an air guitar competition and giggled.

“An air guitar competition, at MY wedding man? And WITHOUT ME?” Eddie placed a kiss on your temple and ran over throwing his leather jacket behind him for you to catch and rolling up his sleeves, he instantly dropped to his knees to shred the best air guitar you’ve ever seen.

As you made your way over to the make shift bar, stacked pallets with a few fairy lights thrown on, you sat on a hay bale taking in everything. You watched your now husband and Dustin tackling each other and the others erupting into laughter, your mom dancing with Wayne which you must admit made you smile but also a little freaked out. Chrissy was pulling Jason up to dance but he looked bothered by something, perhaps it was the big game the Tigers had next week, which he was now a coach for.

. . .

As the night went on, the dull glow of the moon and the twinkle of fairy lights lit the open space around you, the soft tones of hushed music played in the background. One by one the guests started to leave congratulating you once more.

“Babe, I’m just gonna..” Eddie nod over to the space behind the stacked up hay bales out of view with a joint held between his lips baring a cheeky smile.

“I’ll wait by the van for you Eddie, then we’ll grab everything to take home” you shared a loving smile as he kissed you gently. “I love you Mrs Munson” and with a boyish grin he jogged over to the bales. You looked around at what needed to be done.. presents, cake, and speakers. You started gathering some presents together to save time and head over to the van to stack them up.

As Eddie turned round the hay bale and lit his joint, he was met by a tense Jason who was pacing up and down.

“Fuck man, you scared me..” Eddie let out a half laugh as he leaned against the hay bale. “..you ‘Kay? What a day huh? Man your sister looking fuckin’ beautiful, how did I land someone like that?” Eddie shook his head in disbelief and took another draw of his joint.

“Ha! I dunno man, you.. you tell me” Jason snapped, running his hands over his face.

“You had to fucking do it didn’t you huh Munson? You had to go and fucking marry her”. Eddie looked at Jason confused, head tilted to the side. “I- what? Is this you playing some bro-in-law prank or something?” Eddie laughed throwing his joint on the floor and stubbing it out with his foot, he placed his hand on Jason’s shoulder “C’mon man, let’s go! Your sister, my wife..” Eddie beamed “..is waiting for me” as Eddie turned away and went to step one foot forward Jason grabbed Eddies shoulder and leaned towards him. “You’re nothing but a freak Munson. Always have been, always will be.” Eddie turned around to face Jason, a puzzled look crossing his face. “What the fuck?! I thought we were cool? It’s been years.. it’s been fucking years man” Jason shoved Eddie by the shoulders, pushing him backwards. “I couldn’t fucking save her from you, my fucking sister. Brandished a freak because of YOU” Jason sent yet another shove into Eddies shoulders sending him back into the bales. “You’re not gonna ruin her life anymore, you don’t get to have freak kids and freak memories” Eddie stood himself upright and brushed himself down, anger rushing from his toes to his head. Freak kids? That was too far. Eddies fist connected with Jason’s mouth. Man that felt good. Another hit to the mouth and another one. “Y/n might be your sister but she is MY wife and I swear to god man, you’re not ruining her day.” Eddie clenched and unclenched his fist at the side of him and turned heel but just before he could walk away flashes of white panged him.

“EDDIEEEE, BABY! Where the hell have you got too?” What the hell was he doing? You glanced over to the hay bales, there he was, you grinned at the sight of him.

“Baby, c’mon. It’s getting late..” you called over, Eddie let go of the bales and staggered towards you, huh? Something wasn’t right. You hurriedly made your way over, Eddie dropping to his knees as you got half way to him. You ran, your knees thudding into the floor beside him.

“Eddie, What are you doing?” You pulled him over onto his back. Blood? How? What?

Blood seeped through his white shirt onto his hands. You ripped his shirt open revealing a deep wound, trailing from his bellybutton to his hip. “EDDIE, WHAT HAPPENED, baby please..” instinct took over, you started ripping your dress apart and pressing it onto his stomach. “Sweetheart..” Eddie hissed in pain as you tried to help. You sat cross legged and pulled the top half of his body up onto your lap, his head resting on your arm, one hand on both of his pressing the blood stained fabric into his abdomen. “HELP PLEASE SOME-SOMEBODY HELP” sobs dragged from your throat.

“Eddie, we need to stand you up” but to no avail and pained cries from Eddie, he couldn’t stand.

“Y-y/n.. i cant, I’m so cold babe”

“W-what happened..” your tears fell hard and fast, choked cries escaping. He was losing blood and fast, the colour drained from his cheeks. You manoeuvred your way out of your leather jacket you’d painted together and placed it over him. You held him tight, rocking back and forth.

“He-help will be here in a minute, I promise you.. you can’t leave me now Munson, it’s our wedding day” you placed a kiss on his wet forehead where your tears had fallen.

“This has been the b-best day of my life, I can’t wait to spend the rest of it with you, I love you Eddie Munson”. Eddie looked up at you through half lidded eyes, they were still so soft and loving.

“As long as the earth moves a-and the stars burn baby. I p-promised you that didn’t I?” A single tear fell from Eddies eye as he used all his strength to lift your hand to his lips to kiss it. “Mrs Munson, I- I- lo- lov-..” a slow breath lefts his lips and with that, eddies eyes closed slowly and his body grew limp. “Eddie.. Eddie, please. Baby. No” you shook him every so slightly. “EDDIE!!!” The most gut wrenching scream anyone had ever heard left your lungs as you clung to your husbands lifeless body with everything you had.

“As Long as the earth moves and the stars burn..” echoed around you. You closed your eyes and led beside him, moving the leather jacket over the both of you, you held onto him and never wanted to let go. Everything faded to black and nothing but the moon shone down on you both, the remnants of what should have been your perfect day scattered around you.

You don’t know how long you’d been led there but you knew you never wanted to leave his side.

“Y/n..? Y/n Wake up..”

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I’m SO sorry😭😭

If you want a part 7, please like/reblog/comment..

It will be the last part of this fanfic 🥹

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chosetherose · 3 years ago

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I bet Joke will be thinking about Taylor in 2022, the year of the tiger, as she turns his world red. She’s blind for love and all she thinks about is karma.///

Thank you. Someone finally said it. She's been preparing for 2022 since reputation. Shit is about to hit the fan cone November 2022 when ahe can re-record rep.

She knew it was going to be the year of the Tiger. She was standing in that Vault with a bat in LYWYMMD with her girls taking her money back. It's exactly what she's in the the process of doing with her re-recording.

There was also a wedding ring box in the vault. As well. 👀 2022 has been in the cards for a long while. Wasn't she wearing a Tiger shirt in Endgame as well? Or am I making that up?

Endgame:

endgame Add to list Share. An endgame is the very last part of a strategic game, like chess or backgammon. The last few moves you make in your chess game are your endgame. ... From the chess meaning, endgame is also used figuratively to mean "end stages of negotiation." 👀👀👀👀

Just saying... is KARMA TS10?

Ooo, anon! Lots of interesting stuff to consider.

I went back to the end game video after I saw your ask and there is a giant tiger on the wall. With freaking roses around it.

2022 is endgame!

Link to the post anon is referencing:

#CTRask #I’m cautiously optimistic #please don’t get your hopes up everybody

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sweetsbfreex · 4 years ago

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a styles snow day

Summary: In Boston, with your family. You and H have a snow day with your daughter. After a hectic morning that is

Warnings: none!

Pairing: Dad, Husband!Harry x reader

The shuffling of soft feet against the sheets had shaken you awake, causing you to open your eyes. You ignore it, but before sleep could take you away again. A sharp strike, from a very soft foot, landed between your shoulders

You open your eyes wide, emitting a raspy whine into the morning air. Reaching your hand back to stop the tiny foot from landing another strike. In result you hear cute giggles causing you to turn, her foot still in your clutch, to see your eighteen month old.

You closed eyes for a second, letting out a low sigh before you scooped her up. Both of you laying on your sides, facing each other, one of her legs laid against your hip.

You reached your hand out to fix the catastrophe that was her hair.

“Not nice Ava...Why is it always me hm...Why don’t you ever wake dad like this?” you ask.

She stared at you, smiling. Only elevator music playing in her morning mind right now. Her small body encased with one of Harry’s very old shirts at her knees. One that his mother had saved for when he had his first child.

“Go wake up dad” you whispered in her ear, your hand cupping the back of her tiny ear.

She looked up at you, her face now amused at your special request. Without any questions, she shuffled her bum to her dad. Who was on his side, his back away from the two of you. Draping her upper body over his torso, her teeny legs pointed out to stabilize herself. Taking an arn that wasn't holding herself up. She reached her chubby fingers to her father’s eye, pulling his eye lid up.

Giggling to herself when Harry’s eye began to move around, then upward at her face which was upside down to him. Then she laughed a bit more when both his eyes startled open in shock.

“Daddy!” she squealed.

Harry groaned, a light pout on his face before he pulled Ava’s finger from his eye. “Hi baby” he smiled, pulling his girl over so she became cocooned in his arms against his chest.

“Mum set you up to this right?” he asked, turning his head around to see a “sleeping” y/n.

“For someone who’s supposed to love me...you are such a menace”. He told his other girl. Watching as she laughed, blowing the cover she thought she had. “Caught ya’” he mumbled, turning back to his baby’s giggles.

You got up, reaching your body over your end of the bed to place a kiss on his shoulder. Making your way over to the three window walls beside your bed. When you rolled up the first blind. A small comical gasp got your attention, looking behind you to see her shocked gaze on the snow.

“Snow!” She gleamed, removing herself from Harry and sprinting to the window. Her nose and palms all up in the glass. Watching the thick layer of snow that buried your spacious backyard.

All three of you had landed in your home in Boston, coming back from visiting your parents, late last night. And with the moving around she had to do a long with the flight. she didn’t get a chance to see the snowfall in the middle of the night.

“I know” you told her, matching her energy. “You wanna play in it later?” You asked, bringing your hand down to pull her away from the glass.

She jumped up and down nodding her head in reply.

“Let’s eat first then we can later”

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Now you were all in the kitchen/dining (since they shared the same space). After Harry took out Milo, the family’s Australian shepherd, from his cage to the front yard. Now he was chasing? Or Ava was chasing him?. The loud dog pants, the sound of feet/paws against the wood, Ava’s giggles, the music Harry decided to play, and your whines, were all mixed. Because Harry would. not. Let you go.

“Do you want to starve? I need to make breakfast” you lean your head back on his shoulder. Being currently enveloped by both his arms, closing you between his chest and the counter.

“You’re popping a couple of eggos in the toaster, chill out” he snickered.

You smiled at his teasing, kissing his cheek before turning your way back to the eggs you were mixing first. He stayed behind you placing kiss after kiss to your shoulder, then your neck, then to the cut of your jaw.

You giggled, reeling him in a bit as you brandished your butt against him. Eyes averting to Harry's fingers which were clenching the counter a bit.

And ever so quickly you tilted your head, so your mouth was to his ear whispering...

“Go fill Milo’s bowl” you tell him, turning your head to kiss one of his shoulders. Before they deflated and Harry sported a dejected look on his face.

“I’ll remember this the next time the roles reverse hm?” he tells you, pinching your butt and then strolling away to the pantry.

And it was peaceful for a little until frill cries interrupted it; and Harry’s voice cooing Ava was what you heard.

“What’s wrong?” you ask him, leaving the eggs and turning off the warming pan.

“Sad because Milo’s not playing anymore” he chuckles, rubbing his hand.

“You ready for your pancakes?” You ask her.

At that the instant crocodile tears ended, as expected, while she nodded her head yes. You and Harry shared a laugh before he brought to the table, sitting in her booster seat. While you popped some eggos in the toaster.

“Har! Are you eating pancakes too?” You yell out to him.

“No thank you, ‘m gonna eat the eggs” he replied to you, leaving Ava with her coloring sheet.

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You were all roughly done. Milo finished his breakfast a while ago, now he laid next to Ava’s chair looking with hope at everyone eating.

And when her parents were no longer paying attention to her, instead to each other. Ava used her nimble fingers to break a piece of her bacon. Bringing it to her mouth before “accidentally” dropping it on the floor. Smiling down at her best friend who ate it with pleasure.

‘Poor mimi’ she thought

Taking a bit of her pancakes between her fingers, she tried it one more time. Instead a different method; as she hid the piece of her syrup-less pancake in her closed fist. Yawning slyly, bringing her arms above her hands after she looked down at the puppy eyes Milo gave her. And bringing them to lay against her side; dropping the pancake onto the mixed fur beneath her.

“Ey!” Harry voiced, catching her in the act.

You turned around confused, watching as she jumped in her seat, looking up at her father in a stunned manner.

“What were you doing Ava?” You asked.

She looked at both her parents, pushing her bottom lip out.

“Milo is hungry!” She defended

“Are we supposed to be feeding Milo anything that isn’t dog food?” He tests her.

“No” she murmurs. Eyebrows wrinkled together and lips pouted causing her cheeks to fill out more than usual. Her small face was in perfect view to get a glance of her expression. Then in a haste she tucked her chin into her body, so all you both saw was the top of her bed head.

The couple wasn’t against giving Milo “human food”, he’d get some from time to time, not too much. But with a child it was a bit different. Ava didn’t know what a dog could and couldn’t eat, so the two of them had to be stricter when it came to her giving Milo food. They’d also been training Milo to not accept food Ava get him, but the two of them were like peas in a pod.

You and Harry looked at each other. You raised your eyebrows to him, wondering how the pair of you should go about this. He shrugs backs at you, a smile etched on his face as he eyes his child again.

She sat still in her chair, keeping the heartbroken visage on her face. Ava decided to add a dash of spice into her act by crossing her arms over her chest . Without context you would think you told her she would never be able to watch Disney movies ever again!

You decided to take the reigns.

“Babe do you want Milo to have to go to the doctor?” You asked her.

“No.” She responded short.

“Talk appropriately, Ava” Harry told her.

“No, mommy” she repeated herself, looking up this time, her arms uncrossed and instead sat in her lap.

“If you keep giving her human food he’ll get sick, then he’ll have to go to the doctor...then you could be arrested” you pout at her pinching her cheeks.

“Y/N!” Harry hissed, his foot breezing past your shin.

“What? It worked on me”

“Okay Okay, you won’t go to jail, mommy’s fibbing. I’m

Sorry”

“You’re fibbing?” She murmurs, using her palm to clear her bangs from her forehead. Looking at Harry for confirmation as you both nod.

“But you can’t feed Milo human food, it’s not good for him” you remind her.

“Okay. I won’t feed Milo anymore. Promise!” she answers in a hushed tone, reaching her hands up so you could pull her into your lap.

You did so kissing the top of her head

“Mumma?” Tilting her head back.

“Yea?”

“You eat the pancakes, I don’t want them,” she remarked, tossing her head side-to-side and patting her plump stomach. Sticking her tongue out in an icky manner, meaning she was full.

You and Harry shared a quick laugh at her chaotic antics.

“Ready to go out and play?” Which resulted in a large hoot led by Harry.

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Everyone showered by two, the sun brighter than when you woke up, and the snow falling down softer, in a flurry.

Before you all left the London home, you had ordered the three of you matching garments and gloves for the pictures you knew you and Harry would take.

Currently, you and Harry were clad in thick turquoise jackets. Only struggling with the task of getting Ava dressed up.

She was like a wiggling worm, wouldn’t stay still, even when you and Harry offered her some candy. Her infectious belly laughs only grew as she thought this was some kind of funny game. But it wasn't and you made that clear when you told her she wouldn't be playing in the snow until she dressed up. Did she sit down like a good girl.

“Oh! Look at my baby!” you thrilled, holding her cheeks between your palms. Pulling her in for an eskimo kiss. Those have been her favorite for the longest. Ever since she got herself hooked on Daniel Tiger’s Neighborhood. “You look so cute, beautiful” you tell her.

She smiles at the compliments, such a narcissist she was. Always asking you if she looked pretty in this or that at least once a day. Along with checking herself out in the mirror for an extended amount of time. Such a narcissist. Yet, you also loved the way she tilted her chin down, head lolled to the side bashfully.

Harry, like lightning, put her beanie over her braided pigtails while you put on her black snow boots. He picked her up once she finished dressing up,setting her on his blowing a raspberry on her chubby cheeks.

“Aren’t you guys the cutest” you hummed, pulling your phone out to take a picture. You chuckled when you watched the way her giggles disappeared at the sight of your phone. Instead a beaming smile, pressing her cheek to her father’s scruffy one. Snapping a few live photos of the two.

“I wanna see” her palm out towards you for the phone.

You shuffled yourself beside her, tilting the phone so they both could see the photos.

“Look so beautiful. Hm?” Harry marveled, placing a gentle kiss to her cheek.

She grinned at his acclaim, “Yes” she dragged out the s. Nodding her head in a gentle manner before placing a kiss on his cheek.

“You look so good too, H” you tell him. Your hand rubbing the cheek that wasn’t occupied by Ava.

He, without a doubt, did. He decided to stop shaving the last two weeks and gosh did he look good. The turquoise color brought out the green of his eyes. Instead of letting his hair down, he decided he’d clip it back with one of your clips.

He kissed you on the lips then on your cheek in result, Also exchanging a string of compliments your way, by whispering some not safe for kid ears into yours.. Your stomach did a bit of a flip at his husky voice, before you slapped his chest in a truce like manner.

“Milo! Let’s go outside!” Harry shouted out, clutching your hand as he led the three of you downstairs.

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The four of you were outside in the white blanket. Milo was doing his zoomies, astounded with this new found discovery. Before his non-stop running. The first thing Milo did, when he came in contact with the snow, was freeze (ears up in curiosity), then he stuck his nose into the snow, ate some snow. Now he was running in circles.

Ava loved this, perched up on Harry’s shoulder as she giggled, her nimble finger following Milo’s body.

You had Harry’s phone pointed at the two of them, videoing the whole family.

And Harry was feeling gratified. His baby was on his shoulder happy as a lark. His other baby had a radiating smile on her beautiful face while recording these moments. as always. And his pup was having the time of his life

“Baby!” you lose it when Harry also looks away from Milo to face you in no time. “Ava...Can you catch a snowflake like this?”

Harry blows a huff. He hates when you do that (half the time on purpose). Watching you tilt your head back, eyes closed, and your tongue out as you catch snow in your mouth.

Ava catches on, her eyes go a bit crossed when she tries to see the snow landing on her tongue.

“Here, baby, hold her for a bit” he tells you, bringing her down into your open arms (so she’s now on your hip). He leans down a bit to gather a bit of snow in his hands to make a snowball. Then once he’s done, he has a mischievous smile when he targets it to your chest.

It startles you, “Harry!”

And you halt, again, when the kid on your hip starts to wail. Her head thrown back and her eyes closed, sealed tight.

"Aww. Don't cry baby. Look at what you did Harry" you reprimand him in a jest. His eyebrows raise in surprise, not expecting for this to end in her tears. "Daddy's mean right? Watch this" you shush her, watching her until she opens her eyes, only in small hiccups.

You crouch down carefully pulling some snow into your fist.

“Watch baby, gotta get revenge” you tell her smiling. Raising yourself up to then fling the snow into Harry’s chest. Ever the dramatic man. He clutched his heart over his jacket before falling back into the sea of snow groaning out. Opening one eye, when he hears the laugh of his precious girl.

“Here” you tell Ava, giving her own ball of snow. She eyes it for a little before she tries to shove the snow into her mouth like crazy. Very likely you shouldn’t have shown her how to catch the snowflakes beforehand. You roll your eyes at Harry when you hear his chuckles at the exchange.

When you tell her no and to throw it you watch her laugh as she flings it on top of her father. Who then groans again and lays with his tongue out and body spread out like the chalk outlines. You set her down to the ground and she zips to the “dead” body. She pokes his eye like earlier today because it always works, but when it doesn’t she relents to other forces.

“Mimi!” she calls the shepheard over, pointing down at Harry. Who is slowly breaking his facade (but she doesn’t notice). Milo bounded forward to his owner with zeal. Sniffing around Harry for a bit before licking his face, inducing Harry to shout. Jump scaring the three of you, especially poor Milo who dashed away and Ava who fell on her butt.

Ava didn’t appreciate it. Taking snow between her mittens and crushing it into H’s chest causing a laugh out of all you.

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The sun was about to set and Harry and Ava were rolling up the last ball for the snowman’s head. You were smoothing the parts that were a bit rough. Milo was back in the house. Too tired from all the running he was doing, but you were able to get some family shots with him too.

“Be careful, babe” Ava tells Harry (unnecessarily loud), when his foot gets caught in an icy patch.

“Thank you babe” he tells her, leaning down to kiss her chin. “Wonder where she gets that from. Hm?” he teases you, winking at you and puckering his lips to blow you a kiss. As you smile shyly looking away from him.

They were on either side of you. Ava nestled into your side, her arms around one of yours. All while Harry begins to lift the final snowball onto the other two.

“There you go baby. Olaf!” he tells her one she’s finished.

She isn’t excited and looks at the figure confused for a minute. You look up at Harry, eye brows pinched, he looks at you the same way, his hands on his hip when he shrugs at you.

A little gasp makes you both turn your head to see her eyes light up and finger pointed upward, like in the movies.

“Forget his buttons, eyes, and nose” she tells you, trying to point at where each thing went.

“You’re so right, smart girl, let me go get them, find some sticks too.”

You shuffle through the backdoor. Gaining ompant when Milo decides to come out of the living room. Rubbing his head on the way there. Going into the fridge you get the shortest carrot in the bag before moving into the fireplace for some coal.

When you walk back out, Ava is sitting on Harry's shoulders again. Her arms wrapped around his forehead with an iron grip. You hand her the carrot.

“Thank you mommy” she cheered, the tip of her cheeks getting firmer with her grin.

You pinch her cheeks a little bit, in response. Turning around to place the coals in a shape of a smile, using the last five as his buttons and eyes. While doing this you notice the skinny branches as his arms.

“Okay Miss Styles time for you to do the honor. Go ahead and give him his nose”

Harry squats down until Ava's leveled with the snowman's head. She decides, among herself, to twirl the carrot around so the pointed part of the carrot gets buried in the snow. You truly don't have the heart to correct her when you see how proud of herself she is.

Once she finishes, Harry picks her up and off his shoulder so she's settled on his hip instead. He jostles her around, shouting an array of "Yay! Ava!" The three of you clapping your hands together to celebrate. All while Ava revels in the abundance of praise, yet she huddles her into the comforts of her dad's shoulder.

Her first snow day had gone way better than either of you would have imagined. You personally assumed that she would have hated it. Especially since it was a very cold substance. Or she would have cried the whole time, wanting to go back in instantly.

If anything, it was more perfect than anything. You loved your little family and there was quite possibly nothing that could replace the rush of emotions you felt when you were with them. Making these treasured moments. You think this all while Harry pulls you in for a kiss.

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imjeralee · 4 years ago

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can you maybe write for Childe, Zhongli, Link, and Human!Revali where theyre immortal or live for a very long time, and one day their s/o gets hurt and dies in their arms? then years later they stumble across them again, theyre a different person but they have the same soul. yet.. they dont remember them right away...but then they fall in love again? im feeling angsty, apologies

Hi anon! thanks for the ask and sorry for the delay!! I’m afraid I wasn’t able to write a Link and Human!Revali headcanon for the time being (I will write and post Link and Revali HCs later, sorry!!!!!) but I was able to write something for Childe and Zhongli for now so here goes.

PS they’re really long so it’s below the cut. I might as well have written some fanfics on this since they’re pretty much stories XD

Childe:

WARNINGS for violence/blood here -

When he’s dispatched the last of your attackers, he rushes back to your side and finds you lying on the ground. At first he thinks you’re playing as you usually tease each other, and so he drops beside you with a hefty sigh before he scoops you up and into his arms.

“Hey, you good? Don’t tell me those guys gave you a run for your money,” he says, grinning. He’s out of breath, sweating slightly.

When you don’t reply, however, at first he thinks you’re still teasing but it’s quickly replaced with concern. He knows something is wrong. You let out a pained moan and close your eyes, murmuring his name weakly. His playful, jovial attitude dissolves into panic. Childe sits up properly with you in his arms, giving you a little shake and asking what’s wrong.

As he turns you round in his arms, he notices you’re bleeding profusely from a grievous wound. No longer smiling, panic takes ahold of him. “What happened? No, no, no, this can’t be. This can’t be happening. Stay with me Y/N, stay with me.” Planting his hands on the sides of your face, making you look at him. “Look at me. That’s it. Just keep looking at me. You’re gonna be okay. You’re gonna be okay.” He keeps chanting that over and over again as he glances around the area frantically before he attempts to lift you off the ground but you stop him. It’s too late.

Instead, you merely hold his hand firmly and he entwines your fingers together and you see the fear and despair in his eyes. You tell him you’re not going to make it but he shakes his head.

“Everything’s gonna be okay, you hear? Teucer’s waiting for you to take him to the seaside, remember? We were…we were meant to go to the seaside together.”

As he speaks, he holds you tightly and he feels your laborious breathing against his chest and he keeps talking until you go still and quiet in his arms and he stops. At first, he can’t bear to bring himself to look at you and holds you firmly against his chest, resting his chin atop your head, closing his eyes.

Then he begins to weep.

A broken man, Childe vows revenge, swearing vengeance on your killers. In a blind rage, he spends countless of years hunting them down one by one. It’s not hard to achieve considering he has all the time in the world. His most recent excursion leads him to the final ringleader who lives in a citadel. Childe kills all the guards and everyone else who stands in his way until he reaches his target. At first, the man fights him but Childe overpowers him easily.

“Who the hell are you?” the man screams.

Childe rips off his mask to reveal his face. “Remember me?” He snarls.

The man goes wide-eyed and tries to run away with Childe in pursuit, but before Childe can reach him, the man has grabbed a random person in his way and thrown them onto Childe’s path as a human shield.

“Father!?” Childe hears the person exclaiming in shock as they’re roughly shoved towards Childe’s direction. Childe realises the man has grabbed their kid to use as the human shield.

Disgusted, Childe is about to deal the finishing blow until he catches them mid fall and their gazes meet; those eyes. They remind him of….you

And something deep inside him screams STOP! And Childe is briefly brought to a halt in his rampage. He doesn’t recognise them, but he feels your soul within.

What the frick? You had reincarnated into this bastard’s kid??? He’s shocked for a brief moment and a few guards who are still alive manage to sneak up on him. Childe returns to action mode and fights off his attackers, grabs you, and whilst he doesn’t get the chance to kill his target, he escapes the citadel with you in his clutches and you’re left screaming for help.

You’ve been abducted by Childe and he’s taken you to the forest where he pins you against the tree and forces you to look at him, left and right, up and down. Whilst you plead and beg for mercy with your eyes squeezed shut and knees quaking, he lets go of you harshly. He doesn’t want to believe it’s you, but there’s no doubt about it. He senses your soul within. He recognises your eyes. You’ve reincarnated.

“Show me.” He demands.

“…What?”

“Your birthmark. The one on your shoulder?”

“I-I don’t know what you’re talking about. I don’t have any-”

“Don’t lie to me.”

He turns you round and pulls on your shirt to expose the back of your shoulder where your birthmark is. Whilst you wonder how the hell he knows you have a mark, he lets go of you then and you quickly pull your clothes back on properly, face red. What the hell!!!

Childe just staring at you in brief shock.

“It’s you. It’s really you.”

A lot of emotions are going through him right now; he’s relived and so damn happy, at the same time he’s like confused and angry by the whole situation

But the first thing he does is hug you tightly.

And the first thing you do is grab the nearest rock and bludgeon his head with it.

He’s taken aback and lets go of you, stumbling backwards with a bleeding head but he easily shakes off your assault and throws the rock to the side and you’re terrified, inching away as he goes, “Did you think that would kill me? I’ll let you in a little secret; I’m immortal.”

Not really sure who/what you’re dealing with, you flee but you hear him yelling, “You can run but you can’t hide!”

And as you toss a glance over your shoulder, he’s still standing there for a split second before he promptly vanishes from his spot. This weird cat and mouse game ensues with Childe stalking you through the forest and you’re either trying to run or hide until he finally catches you and pins you against the ground. You can’t escape.

“Calm down. I’m not going to hurt you,” he murmurs, but you don’t believe him. “Just…stay with me for a few days, okay?”

It doesn’t matter; over the next few days, you’re effectively Childe’s prisoner and he seems to enjoy teasing you; he tried to talk to you but you refused and ignored him. It was quite difficult to do so especially when its time for dinner and he’s cooking grilled tiger fish - which is actually your favourite food - and although you’re salivating, he looks at you and grins and waves the grilled tiger fish on a stick in front of you, going, “Hungry?”

You turn away with a frown and he shrugs, “Suit yourself. But I know it’s your favourite.”

You’re confused and about to ask him, but you hear him eating and throw a glance at him to see he’s chomping down and your stomach rumbles. You choose to sleep instead to ignore the hunger but you wake up during the night, starving.

“Eat this,” says a voice, and a grilled tiger fish is plopped down in front of you and Childe is there, crouching by your side. He leaves you alone so you can eat.

You’re surprised by your captor’s behaviour and you initially hate him for what he’s done however he doesn’t harm you in any way. He doesn’t keep you tied up or anything and he’s quite entertained should you ever try to run away because he’ll always just catch up to you and just pick you up and throw you over his shoulder or something and carry you back.

Your travels with Childe continues but you don’t get the feeling that he hates you or wants to hurt you in anyway. In fact, he keeps surprising you by providing you with your favourite food, favourite drinks and other stuff. It confuses you and though you want to ask him, you’re a little too afraid as to what he might just tell you. Some days you even come across him looking at you a little forlornly but just when you notice, he changes in a split second and will grin at you. Even when it’s nighttime and you’re meant to take a bath, he won’t perv on you. When you arrive at the next village, he asks for a nice room for the two of you and allows you to take the bed, eat as much as you want etc etc. In fact, he’s….taking care of you. He even starts buying you things and whilst you turn down everything he offers, you see his expression crumble and you don’t know what he’s trying to do.

One night he sleeps in the open and you grab a knife, about to drive it in his throat although you’re not sure how much good that’ll do but then you hear him murmur, “You don’t know it…but I’ve been looking for you forever…and I’ve been waiting for you for such a long time… and you end up being the kid of that bastard…the one who killed you, the one who took you away from me….the one who started all this in the first place…”

Confused by what you had just heard, you watch him in steely silence before you slowly lower your hand and put away the knife. The next day he goes “I know what you were trying to do last night. Why didn’t you do it?”

“I didn’t want to. I’m not a killer like you.” You quip back, but he merely laughs.

The days continue but the dynamic seems to have changed; when Childe gets you something, you start thanking him and he goes red in the face and you also begin to feel weird around him. Before long, you’re both having food together, having some conversations and you’re accustomed to travelling around with him. He’ll always keep you safe and make sure you have a warm bed each night too. Sometimes when he looks at you, you don’t look away either.

Before long, your father’s men finally catches up; they begin to hunt you and Childe down and you’re stunned when you realised you’re about to get rescued. Something terrible flickers in your mind - maybe you don’t want to be rescued and you want to stay with Childe? After all, he’s taken you to so many places and you’ve seen so many things. Your father kept you cooped up in the citadel for years and this is really the first time you’ve experienced freedom.

Also, you don’t want Childe to get caught. You want him to run away. But he won’t run away without you. And when you question this, he goes, “I can’t afford to lose you again!!”

During the chase, a bunch of arrows are fired towards your direction and you’re worried about Childe, but when the arrows are about to hit you, you squeeze your eyes shut but nothing happens. Reopening your eyes, you see Childe has shield you with his body.

You’re surrounded and as Childe falls, collapsing into your arms, he’s quickly captured and you are returned home. But everything feels boring and dull now, and your father seems more occupied in torturing Childe than checking to see if you’re alright. You ask your father what happened between him and Childe and he tells you he killed his lover many years ago and now Childe has been seeking revenge. When you ask him why he killed Childe’s lover, your father just laughs and says there was no reason.

You’re conflicted. What is this? Why do you feel pity for Childe, and anger towards your father? Why do you feel you are more on Childe’s side now?

I’m in love with him, you realise -- much to your shock.

Your father announces Childe will be executed by dawn and you hastily rush to where they’re holding him, hoping not to be seen. When you find Childe, he’s badly beaten but still alive and you quickly unshackle him and as he sees you freeing him, he smiles at you; when the last of his shackle is unlocked, he falls forwards but you catch him and your gazes meet.

“Go,” you whisper.

“Not without you. Come with me.” He murmurs, placing a hand to your cheek. “I can’t lose you again.”

You don’t even need to think twice, nodding.

Zhongli

He didn’t think you would ever die... and in his arms no less. He found you after the battle and when he saw that you were grievously wounded, he could not believe his eyes. He was too late and unable to save you, so he merely held you in his arms as you told him with weak breaths that this was the end. He promises that he’ll find you again and holds you tightly as he feels your warmth slowly disappearing, the life escaping from your eyes and then you were simply…gone

For a while, he merely sat with you in the ashen field, cradling you tightly to his chest before he picked you up and retreated silently. No one would see him for several centuries following that but it was rumoured he went to the mountains to bury you. He was in mourning.

Zhongli never forgot you and his love for you never went away so he’s comforted by the fact that your soul will be reincarnated albeit into a different vessel and as he promised, begins to search for your whereabouts when it’s finally time.

He roams the world to no end and many decades pass. Eventually he gets tired and one day he even passes out from exhaustion, reverting to a dragon form to recuperate.

And you’re walking home from the mountains and you come across this huge dragon resting on a rock and you’re like oh my archon. But it looks like he’s sick so as you approach nervously and poke at his body gently with a stick (no response), and also press your ear against his scaly belly (he’s breathing and you can hear a heartbeat), you’re aware the dragon is still alive. You quickly rush home to grab some makeshift medicine made from herbs and return to the sick dragon

Zhongli too weary to open his eyes or lift his head, and as he drifts in and out of consciousness, he thinks he hears your voice and he’s comforted by the familiarity and as you sit with him, stroking his horns and mane, he kind of inches towards you and into your arms. As the day progresses, the sun is particularly harsh so you set up little parasols and pull huge leaves over his head to provide as much shade as possible. Occasionally the dragon has nightmares but you’re able to calm him down by petting him

When it gets dark, you need to head home but you’re a little reluctant, so you leave behind some food for him and drape a blanket over his body (though this doesn’t cover him much). However, during the night, it’s thunder and lightning and you get worried for the dragon so you rush back out and you find the dragon being battered by the rain whilst curled up into a tight ball and shivering under the blanket so you quickly try to move him but oh lawd he heavy and suddenly the blanket gets blown away by the wind when he lifts a claw so you race after it and end up almost falling off a cliff - to your surprise, the dragon swoops down to save you and you faint but before you black out, you think you see a young man in the dragon’s place, staring at you with much intrigue

He has the same eyes as the dragon

That night, you have strange dreams of that man. He acts as if he knows you, calls you by a different name and you are also his lover. The dream is long, but ends with your demise - which forces you to wake up in a panic

You’re surrounded by the coiled up dragon who has gotten better from your care but when he wakes up, he’s cautious and observes you for a few moments.

You and this dragon staring at each other until you slowly reach a hand to touch him

Your hand lands over his snout and you’re surprised he’s allowing you to pat him, but whatever, you’re super happy at his recovery and you can go home now. It’s time to part ways and as you head towards the direction of your home, you throw glances over your shoulder to see the dragon watching you silently

On the way, you think about the dragon and the strange dreams and attract the attention of a group of treasure hoarders who are wandering around the wilderness. However, to your surprise, you are saved by a young man - and it’s the very man from your dreams! He manages to defeat the bandits but you see he’s hurt and he almost collapses if you weren’t there to catch him. The moment he landed in your arms and that same sense of familiarity swept over you. You’re quick enough to react and sweep those thoughts away and bring the poor man home, lugging his polearm over your back along with your basket

You look after this young man and nurse him back to health. During this time, he looks at you strangely and when he’s sleeping, his calls out the name you were called in the dream. When you think he’s having a nightmare and you go over to check if he’s ok, giving him a little shake on the arm, he throws his arms around you and holds you close, begging you not to leave him and that he had spent eons looking for you. When you tell him he’s got the wrong person…it’s as though he comes to his senses and he quickly releases you, apologising for his behaviour and thanking you for his hospitality

He tells you his name is Zhongli and because he’s injured, you give him the spare room in the back and take care of him. During this period of interaction, at first it’s quite strange and maybe a little awkward, because hell he is an insanely attractive man (he can’t be single, no way) and you’re bustling around the house, doing chores/cleaning up or tending to your garden and he watches you the entire time and this goes on for a few days before he joins in to help when you’re hanging up the laundry though you don’t want him to help because he’s injured but he assures you he wants to do his part.

So Zhongli becomes a part of your everyday life where during the day and you both have breakfast together before you head to the market together to buy groceries and later, he accompanies you to pick herbs in the mountain.

One day you’re tired so he sits with you and massages your leg and you’re so embarrassed but at the same time, your heart is beating like crazy. He even carries you down the steep path all the way home.

At night time and you sit together on the front porch watching fireflies and chatting idly for hours.

He ends up staying for a long time and one day, when it’s time to redress his wound, you notice he’s completely healed - and it looks like he actually healed up a while ago. You blink in confusion before turning to him and he looks at you before he reaches for your hand and holds it firmly, smoothing his thumb over the back of your hand

A distant memory, more like deja vu, flickers through your mind and you realise Zhongli has held your hand like this before and you run out of the room, confused. Zhongli worried he scared you off so he doesn’t pursue you

When it’s night, you dream again but it’s becoming so vivid you end up confused the next morning, waking up in an unfamiliar house and in an unfamiliar body and screaming for Zhongli. As you calm down, he holds you in his arms and it reminds you of the dream you had when you died in his embrace. You briefly forget yourself for a moment before murmuring Zhongli’s name - and it reminds him of how you used to say his name eons ago and he gets sentimental, giving in because he knows you are the reincarnation of his lover and when you kiss, that’s when everything floods back and you remember everything

Finally reunited with your lover, you share an embrace, determined not to be separated ever again

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bunnysuit-femboy · 3 years ago

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The Worst Wingman - Tiger’s Eye and Gold

(Chapter 2 / 3)

Jean x Reader

Word Count: 5.6k

Previous Chapter

Warnings: Mentions of vomiting, Implied sex

Summary: Jean sucks at picking blind dates for you, but at least he’s trying. After one final attempt at finding love at the hands of Jean, he goes on a double date with you and the newest boy he’s thrown onto you. The boy is everything you never knew you needed, and Jean has to push down his growing feelings at the idea of you being happy without him.

Notes: I am not shitting on polpette di cavallo or the consumption of horse meat in general, I understand that it is a popular Italian dish and I was only mocking my ignorance towards the subject! (Plus, I thought it’d be funny to make a horse joke in a Jean x Reader)

Second Saturday

The night air wasn’t chilly, but you stayed by Jean’s side nonetheless. You pressed against his arm, using his body heat to keep yourself warm. And, Jean didn’t mind the close company - he actually liked it when you got close to him, it was the same reason he cuddled with you so often.

You and Jean stood outside of an unfamiliar restaurant, waiting for the last two people of the party to show up and to inform the hostess of their reservation. You normally hated double dates because the other couple always seemed to have more fun than you. But, you felt safe by Jean’s side, you knew he’d go as far as blatantly ignoring his date if it meant he got to have one conversation with you. Maybe that was selfish to think, but you didn’t mind, you’d probably never use him anyways - only keeping him as plan B in a worst case scenario.

But, you surprisingly had faith. Maybe - just maybe - this date will be your last one in a very long time. Maybe you would fall in love with this football player. Maybe you’d marry him and eventually start a family. Maybe you’d make sure to visit this same restaurant every anniversary - a physical monument of where your love had sprouted.

And then, as the years ticked by in your relationship, maybe you’d find yourselves growing sick of each other. Maybe you’d come home early from work and find him fucking his secretary over his desk in his home office. Maybe you’d stay with him, but only for the kids. Maybe - just maybe - you’d be able to ignore the whole affair just to pretend you love him for a few more years until your eventual death.

Oh God, love was exhausting - even to think about. And, it always seemed to end in pain, no matter how in love the couple seemed to be once upon a time.

It was hard to ignore the facts, and the inevitable ending to all things good. It was hard to ignore the over 50% of people who got divorced each year. And, it was hard to pretend you were more deserving of a lifelong fantastic marriage full of love and laughter just because-

“What are you thinking about?” Jean asked with a giggle.

You looked up at the boy, your eyebrows furrowed, “Huh?”

Jean smiled wide, “You look like you’re going to be sick.” He looked around quickly, taking in the sight of the other couples also waiting for a table inside. “Do you want to leave? We can go back to mine and forget this entire night was supposed to happen.”

“No,” You said quickly, “I want to meet him. You went through so much work to convince him to go on this date, why would I throw that away so easily?”

“Not really.” Jean frowned lightly as he looked past you, clearly reliving memories in his head, “I didn’t really do anything, actually.”

It was true, all Jean had to do was show the football player a picture of you and he was in. Jean had started the conversation by asking the football player’s schedule for the next weekend and if he was free for a date that Saturday. At first, the boy continuously refused any date, saying he needed the day to practice before the next game, but Jean showed the boy a picture instead of arguing with his words.

The football player fell completely silent, staring at Jean’s phone with widened eyes. It was hard to say no to a date with you - to put it simply, you were a goddess. The football player continued to stare at the picture of you, taken last Halloween when you and Jean had dressed as a witch and her black cat familiar; you being the witch and Jean being your cat. It was Jean’s favorite picture of you because you showed your candid smile as you laughed at one of Jean’s jokes, instead of your fake smile you saved for pictures.

The football player quickly agreed to the date after seeing the picture. He gave Jean his number, urging Jean to text him the time and place. He’d be there, the football player promised, he wouldn’t miss it for the world.

“Sure,” You said sarcastically, “I’m sure you had to promise him a month’s supply of-” You took a moment to remember what football players liked other than football- “Steroids.”

“Seriously?” Jean asked with a laugh, “Keep the steroids jokes to a minimum when he shows up, okay?” Jean furrowed his eyebrows. “Actually, don’t mention steroids at all when he gets here.”

You sighed, “If it’s any consolation, I was going to say protein powder.” You turned to Jean, slightly tilting your head. “Can I make protein powder jokes when he’s here?”

Jean frowned at you, “I guess-”

“And,” You added with a grin, “Can I make shoulder pad jokes?”

“I suppose-”

“And, can I make football field jokes? Or, is that too much as well?”

“Okay,” Jean said as he threw an arm around your shoulders, “I see what you’re doing.” Jean shoved your face into his chest which had always been his favorite way to shut you up. You inhaled the familiar scent of his clothes, and the unfamiliar scent of a new cologne he wore specifically for this date. “You’re such a smart ass.”

You pushed your head out from between his chest and arm, “You’re ruining my hair, you bastard!”

Jean laughed as he pulled you closer to him, “It still looks great, don’t worry about it.”

“Hey, Jean,” A new voice said from only a few feet away, “And-”

Jean pushed you from his body, allowing you to extend a single hand in the blonde boy’s direction, “Hi, it’s lovely to meet you.” You told the boy your name before he finally introduced himself.

The boy shook your hand with a strong grasp, “I’m Reiner-”

“And, I’m Pieck,” A black haired girl said as she poked her head out from behind Reiner’s broad back. The girl stood in front of Jean and smiled up at him, “And, I suppose you’re my date. Unless she is-” Pieck glanced at you- “Which I’m more than okay with as well.”

“No,” Jean said quickly, “I am.”

“Awesome,” Pieck said with a smile, “Is there a table being readied for us inside or-”

“I have a reservation,” Reiner said, “The table should’ve been readied about ten minutes ago, when we were supposed to be here - Pieck - if you didn’t take an hour just to pick a dress.”

Pieck smiled wide though her words were drenched in venom, “I thought you said you’d stop mentioning that once we got here, Reiner.” Pieck turned to her friend with a tilt of her head. “Am I correct?”

Reiner’s face dropped as well as his stomach, “Of course, I’m sorry, Pieck.”

“So,” Jean said to fill the new silence that had settled, “You all think we should head inside now?”

“Yes!” Pieck said as she ran to Jean’s side, sliding her arm around his and pulling him off towards the front doors of the restaurant. You couldn’t help but pout at their backs as they walked off, noticing how close they immediately got with each other and even the new smile plastered across Jean’s face.

“And,” A gentle voice said suddenly from your left, “‘You ready to head inside as well?”

You looked at the boy by your side and took in the sight of his arm thrusted in your direction. His arm was thick, as much as a football player’s arm is supposed to be. And - if you looked close enough - you could see where his muscle was bulging beneath the fabric of his button down shirt and where the veins of his arms were protruding from within his skin.

You walked inside the restaurant by Reiner’s side, intertwining your arm with his. He talked briefly with the hostess at the entrance, and then walked with you as the group was led to a large table in the back. The table was sensually dimmed and if you were here with only one person, you were sure you would end the night in their arms - the atmosphere was enough to cause your heart rate to accelerate and butterflies to flutter around in your stomach.

You took the seat across from your date, and Pieck quickly took the seat to your right. The night started slowly, a light stream of conversation amongst the four of you. You talked about the general information of each person; their college major, their hobbies, their living situations, their weekend plans, and anything else someone could think of in the heat of the moment.

The night was going swimmingly, you ordered the white wine and a dish going by the name of polpette di cavallo which you hadn’t given much thought to before ordering. It was a smaller dish than what you were originally expecting, a white porcelain plate with a mysterious brown substance surrounding three meatballs.

You pushed your fork and knife through the slightly charred meat, cutting the balls into consumable pieces. You continued to talk with the group and - more specifically - Reiner. You found out more about the boy you were on the date with, from his personal life to his football career to his plans after college.

He was sweet, he was funny, and he always gave you time to speak - continuously asking you questions about yourself.

But, unfortunately for him, you couldn’t take your eyes off of Jean. He talked with Pieck to your right, and you couldn’t help but listen to every word exchanged between the two. Even going as far as cutting into their conversation a few times and answering a question clearly directed at Jean.

“And then,” You said in response to Pieck’s question, “Jean went back to the party to pick Connie up because he finally realized he left him behind!”

Pieck giggled loudly, “That’s amazing!” She completely turned in her seat, now facing you instead of her date. “Then, what happened?”

You leaned closer to the girl, “Then, he called and begged me to meet him at the party.” You grinned wider. “Because, he didn’t want to leave again after going back.”

Pieck quickly turned back to Jean, “Why didn’t you want to leave? Even after Sasha threw that drink in your face?” Pieck then looked back at you. “And, why did he call you to come to the party as well?”

You furrowed your eyebrows at Pieck, “I’m actually not sure-”

Jean shrugged lightly, “I just- I wanted another beer and I needed somebody to drive me home afterwards.”

You turned your gaze to Jean, your eyes lit with a new fury. That was why he called you that night? For a damn ride, not even for your company? It was always strange to you how Jean could be so casually cruel. He’d speak before thinking and end up breaking a piece of your heart without noticing - and he did it frequently.

“Seriously,” The word was drenched in hurt as you shouted it across the table at Jean, “That’s seriously all you called me for? You just wanted a ride, Kirstein?”

Jean scratched the back of his neck, “I know you don’t really like drinking so I wasn’t worried about you getting drunk-”

“What do you mean I don’t like drinking?” You thrusted your hand towards your half-full glass of white wine. “I drink all of the time, I’m a real maniac.”

Jean smiled, “Oh, you’re crazy-” Jean leaned on the table, coming closer to you- “I mean, you really are a maniac - How can you possibly slowly sip white wine at an Italian restaurant?”

And, as quickly as Jean could upset you and break your heart, he could just as quickly mend your broken parts.

You bit your lip to hide your new smile, “I can go crazy-” You leaned towards Jean as well- “Sometimes, I sip from your beers and then I immediately regret it because it’s gross.”

“Oh,” Jean giggled with the word, “You’re wild.”

It was like time had stopped completely - which seemed to happen a lot when around Jean. You were sure it was because he was too beautiful not to stare at, and Father Time helped you by stopping everything altogether. Or, you thought the effect of time stopping was purely psychological considering how deeply you knew the boy. But, whatever the reason, time stopped nonetheless.

You sat motionless, only looking into Jean’s eyes - a color reminding you of a tiger's eye crystal. And - like a tiger’s eye crystal - Jean seemed to radiate confidence and strength, and gave you an unknown balance to your own being. Jean was your second half, a part of you that you hadn’t known was missing. He was like the second half of an undone puzzle or-

“How��s your-” Reiner said, suddenly breaking the moment between you and Jean- “Your- uh, po- polpette-”

“Polpette di cavallo,” Pieck finished Reiner’s sentence for him.

Reiner nodded briskly, “That.” He smiled wide at you. “How is that?”

“It’s good,” You said as you scanned the plate in front of you, “It’s very thick, I think they used a different part of the cow than what I’m used to.” You glanced at the three faces watching you intently. “Maybe the stomach? I don’t know what part they use for hamburgers, I don’t really like thinking about it.”

Pieck giggled and pushed your shoulder lightly, “You’re kidding, right?”

You widened your eyes at the girl, “Oh, is it not the stomach?” You cleared your throat. “Then, the- the thighs?”

“No, silly,” Pieck said with a smile, “That’s not beef-” Pieck thrusted at the meat still sitting on the plate in front of you- “That’s chavelin.”

You gave Pieck a blank face, “Chave- what?”

“Chavelin.” Pieck tilted her head at you. “You know, horse meat?”

Suddenly, the chavelin was making another entrance, just this time coming back up. You smashed a hand over your mouth as the horse meat mingled with your stomach acid, begging to be back on the plate in front of you. You made quick eyes around the table; first at Pieck who was rubbing your shoulder soothingly and asking what was wrong, then to Reiner who was leaning across the table with wide eyes, and then to Jean who was already standing, gesturing you towards the bathroom.

Jean, sweet Jean, you felt strangely guilty for consuming the meat but - oddly enough - he didn’t seem to mind. At least, he didn’t look like he minded as you ran off towards the bathroom, your high heels clicking quickly against the fancy tiles of the Italian restaurant.

You swung the bathroom door open, ignoring the cringeworthy smash that erupted through the room once the door hit the wall behind it. There were other women in the bathroom, but you ignored them as you made your way to the first open stall you could find. The women watched curiously as you fell to your knees in front of the toilet, threatening to throw up the food you had so mindlessly eaten for the last hour and a half.

Nothing came out though, only a few breathless burps into the toilet bowl. You sat there for a few minutes longer than you needed to, sitting against the marble-tiled wall beside the toilet. You pressed your face against the tiles lightly, letting the coolness calm down your sweating skin.

“This is the women’s restroom,” A woman’s voice said from beside the sink.

“I’m sorry,” A familiar voice said back, “I’m just here checking up on somebody. She got sick, I’m here to-”

You lightly pushed the bathroom stall open, leaning against the edge of the door. You smiled weakly at Jean, standing with two middle-aged women who you remembered briefly from when you ran in here. He seemed to be aggressively convincing them of his honesty, swinging his arms around ferociously with his words. And upon seeing you standing in the doorway, the women finally believed him and didn’t try stopping him any further.

“Hi,” You said delicately from across the few feet separating you and Jean, “This is the women’s restroom, what are you doing in here?”

Jean bit back his smile, “I thought you might want some company.” Jean crossed the steps between you, now only a few inches away. “Nobody deserves to puke alone.”

You lightly pushed Jean’s shoulder with a giggle, “You’re ridiculous, but thank you-” You turned around and opened your arms to the inside of the empty bathroom stall- “And, welcome to my humble abode.”

“Oh,” Jean said with a smile, “I like what you did with the place.”

You grinned, “Thank you, I just got done with renovations, so I appreciate that.”

“And,” Jean quickly added as he pointed towards the lone sink in the corner, “The kitchen area looks very nice.”

You shrugged, “I tried to go for something a bit more modern and minimalistic.”

Jean breathlessly giggled by your side, “Well, you succeeded.”

Jean let you take the first seat, watching as you found your spot beside the toilet with the side of your face against the tiled wall. Jean then joined you on the floor, sitting by your side and pressing the side of his face against the tiled wall, but only so he could make eye contact with you.

The bathroom got silent a minute after Jean joined you in the stall. You supposed the other women were either staying quiet in order to eavesdrop or left to return to their dinners. Either way - you didn’t care if the women were there or not - you were going to talk to Jean freely in your secret space.

You weren’t sure why the bathroom now felt sacred to you. It wasn’t at the end of the Labyrinth for only the worthy to find. Instead, it was a bathroom in an Italian restaurant with a purely Italian menu that you should have used Google Translate for. But, it felt like you and Jean’s secret space, a place where you two could always find each other and could spend the rest of eternity together. Nothing bad happened within these stall walls, and nobody was eating horse meat for the past hour and a half within these stall walls.

“Do you remember when we first met?” Jean suddenly asked in an attempt to fill the comfortable silence in the bathroom.

You nodded lightly, “Yeah, of course I do.”

You had met Jean at a house party freshman year of college. You were invited since your roommate at the time was sleeping with the home-owner which happened to be one of Jean’s closest friends. And - ironically - you met Jean on the bathroom floor in that house at that fateful party nearly two years ago. It was strange how things went full circle.

Jean leaned his shoulder into your own, “Do you remember why we even started talking that night?”

You grinned to yourself, “Yeah, I do.”

You only started talking to Jean that night because you found him crying on the floor of the bathroom when you went to find your roommate. He was tipsy and had just seen his ex-girlfriend - who he was clearly not over - downstairs, dancing with another man. You had a bag of popcorn that your roommate begged you to make for her, but you instead offered it to Jean and joined him on the bathroom floor.

Jean tilted his head towards you, “Do you remember what you said to me?”

You looked into Jean’s eyes through your thick eyelashes, “Yes, I remember.”

While sitting on the bathroom floor together, Jean ranted to you about his ex-girlfriend and even the new guy she was dancing with. You heard about why they broke up, who she moved onto, and why he couldn’t bring himself to move on. You then leaned into his side on that bathroom floor, whispering one phrase you had been telling yourself for years.

Jean smiled to himself, “When you go looking for gold, you end up finding fool’s gold - so don’t go looking at all.”

“Let the gold come to you.” You whispered back to Jean, finishing your own quote from two years ago. You hadn’t known the words were so monumentous, you thought nothing of the quote and yet it stayed with him all of these years.

“I followed your advice,” Jean said matter-of-factly, “I followed your advice so well - actually - that I even started to push the gold away when it was just within reach.” Jean looked down at his fingers fiddling with the fabric of his slacks. “I set her up on a hundred horrible dates hoping I could forget about her for only a moment. But, I couldn’t forget about her, even if somebody wiped my memory.”

You felt your cheeks grow hot as you smiled at Jean, “That doesn’t even make sense.” Jean looked at like a wounded deer, wide scared eyes taking up all of your sight. “You can’t remember me if your memory was wiped - that’s not possible.”

“I’d manage,” Jean said with newly red cheeks, “I couldn’t forget you, even if the government tried to make me.”

You pushed Jean’s shoulder playfully, “Nuh-uh - you’re a liar, Kirstein.”

Jean shook his head, “Nope, I’ll always remember you.” He leaned his head in towards you. “I’ll remember your laugh and that little wrinkle you get between your eyebrows when I do something stupid.”

“Oh,” You said with a playful furrow of your brow, “‘You mean the wrinkle I get when you do anything?”

Jean grinned lightly, “Yeah, that one.” He continued leaning in closer until he was only a whisper away. “And how you taste like tropical fruits - like lemons and coconut.”

“And,” You whispered to his mouth, “How do you know what I taste like?”

Jean smiled, “I just intend on finding out.” His lips were pressed lightly against your own, his hand on the side of your head. “So, can I find out?”

You nodded, “Please do.”

Jean gently pressed his lips to yours, and the feeling made your stomach flip with excitement. You moved your legs closer to his, bare thighs on clothed thighs and the hem of your dress shifting up to your hips. You didn’t mind the new coldness spreading over your legs because your insides felt unbearably hot when kissing him.

The softness of Jean’s lips weren’t anything new to you. You had kissed Jean before, a soft smooch during a drunk game of spin the bottle - but never like this. His lips tasted like blueberry vodka last time you tasted them, but now his lips tasted like rosé and mint - a byproduct of the wine he had been drinking all night and the mint he sucked on before you ran off towards the bathroom - It wasn’t the best taste, but you weren’t complaining.

“I’m glad you waited for me,” You whispered into Jean’s mouth.

It became extremely clear to you at some point of the night just how much Jean means to you. Maybe because of one of the many times when you caught Jean’s eyes looking into your own. Or, one of the many times you noticed Jean talking to you when telling a story, as if you were the only one there with him. Or, one of the many times when you watched Jean fiddle mindlessly with the top of his wine glass, his eyes never leaving your frame - mentally undressing you in front of everybody in the restaurant and both of your dates.

He couldn’t help it though, he’s always loved how you looked in that black satin dress. It seemed everybody liked the dress, considering both Reiner and Pieck couldn’t keep their eyes off of your frame as well. Reiner and Pieck, who were still waiting at that table, hoping for some word from their dates who now found themselves sucking face in the women’s restroom.

“Jean,” You whispered, “We should head back.”

Jean sighed, “Okay.”

So, you did. You left the bathroom with Jean and eventually the restaurant, planning on going to where you normally did after dates - Jean’s apartment. It wasn’t easy saying goodbye to such a nice guy like Reiner knowing there wouldn’t be a second date, and it wasn’t easy saying no to Pieck’s offer of a second date with just her, and it especially wasn’t easy staring into that half-finished plate of polpette di cavallo until you and Jean finally made your exit.

The car ride was mostly quiet, both of you ignoring the obvious elephant in the room - what the hell happened in the bathroom. You didn’t regret the conversation on the bathroom floor or even the kiss that came afterwards, but you did regret ever cutting the kiss short. You searched your mind for some way back to that moment, thinking of a plan of either building and operating a time machine or trying again with Jean.

“So,” You said, “Pieck seems nice.”

Jean grinned to himself, “So does Reiner.”

You nodded slowly and turned to look out of the window, “‘Think there will be a second date with her?”

“If you’re having a second date with Reiner.” Jean spared a glance from the road in order to look at you. “‘Think there will be a second date with him?”

“Eh, he’s not really my type.”

Jean stopped the car at a red light. The color red seeped through the windshield, turning the inside of the car a bright crimson. Jean’s features were lit up by the light as his gaze danced across every inch of your face.

“He’s not?” Jean asked, “Then, what’s your type?”

You furrowed your brow, “Are you stupid?”

Jean smiled wide, “What are you saying?”

You shook your head and leaned forward, caressing Jean’s cheeks gently. You pressed your lips to his, smiling against his mouth. Jean kissed you back, quickly turning a sensual peck into a feverish makeout.

You felt Jean’s hands as they moved up the soft fabric of your dress. His fingers moved across your side and then wrapped around your body, landing on your back. He used the new position to pull you closer, much to your surprise considering the gasp that escaped from between your lips to the movement.

You wrapped your arms around Jean’s neck, pulling his face in closer. You pushed your tongue towards his mouth, and he gladly let it enter between his lips. You felt his breath hitch in his throat when you curled your tongue and swiped it across the roof of his mouth. Jean responded to the kiss with a tight grip on your dress only bringing you in-

A car suddenly honked it’s horn from behind you. Jean and you pulled apart as quickly as possible, ignoring that anything had happened. You slowly wiped your thumb across your bottom lip, smearing the wetness from the kiss onto your fingertip.

The rest of the ride was brutal, your desire for Jean was only getting unbearable. He didn’t even have to do anything. His fingers curving around the steering wheel made your heart pound. His slight head bob to the music quietly playing from the radio made your stomach inflate with nerves. And, his perfect posture in the driver’s seat made you want to groan with how badly you wanted him.

It was ridiculous, you were turning into a prepubescent boy - finding anything and everything Jean did as the epitome of attraction.

The car couldn’t have pulled into the apartment building’s parking lot any sooner. You were practically melting in Jean’s passenger seat and you needed to feel him again, you didn’t care why. You opened the car door and eventually walked alongside Jean towards his apartment complex.

You silently walked into the apartment building with Jean, and even rode up the elevator just as quiet. You waited beside him as he unlocked his apartment door. You watched as the muscles in his back moved under his shirt as he attempted to hold the door and unlock it at the same time - a trick the lock needed since the apartment was so old.

Once inside, you quickly kicked your shoes off, leaving them to lay with his shoes. You dropped your purse with the shoes as well, leaving it on the floor beside the door. And once you had discarded your unneeded items, you stood there - waiting for a sign from him, any sign at all.

Jean crossed his arms against his chest, his eyes landing on anything in the room but you. He peered across the kitchen and living room, even eyeing his bedroom door for a few seconds. Jean sighed before mumbling into the awkwardly silent room.

“So,” Jean said, “What do you want to do?”

You pressed your lips together, “I liked what we were doing in the car.” Jean suddenly looked at you, his eyes widened. “And, in the bathroom at the restaurant.”

Jean grinned to himself, “‘You wanna do that again?”

“Yes.” You nodded. “I do.”

Jean crossed the space between you, swooping his arms around you and pressing your chest into his. You bent your head upwards, giving Jean more room as his mouth pressed kisses into your neck and cheek. You giggled with your words as you attempted to speak.

“Jean,” You said as you pushed your fingers through his soft hair. You moved Jean’s face back enough to make eye contact with him. “‘Race you to the bedroom?”

Jean never thought he could let go of you in general, never mind quicker than he’s ever done anything before in his life. As soon as you were out his arms, Jean was running towards his bedroom door. You tried to beat him though, grabbing his arm and pulling him backwards, but nothing stopped him - he beat you into the bedroom.

You left the door open in front of you, standing back as Jean threw his discarded clothes from the bedroom floor and into his laundry basket - a half assed attempt at cleaning up. You supposed the gesture was nice, considering he wanted to clean up for you. But, it was even nicer knowing Jean had never seen his date with Pieck ending here.

Your eyes peered across the entirety of his bedroom, something so familiar now with a different connotation. You’ve touched Jean plenty of times in this very room, but not the way you’re about to. You knew that after tonight, everything would be different between you two - but a good type of different that filled you with hope.

Your eyes landed on the alarm clock on his bedside table, the red numbers flickering suddenly from 11:59 to 12:00.

Second Sunday

Jean’s body weight was crushing on top of you, but a type of crushing weight that was comfortable. You swore you could live under Jean’s body for the rest of eternity. He was warm and strong and his kissing only made the position all that much better.

Your dress was on the floor and you were mostly naked, lying on Jean’s bed with only a bra and panties on. He pressed his bare chest into your chest, the only clothes on his body being his pair of slacks and the brown belt holding them up.

“Jean,” You breathed into his mouth, “I want you.”

Jean groaned against your lips, the sound coming from deep within his throat. He had never thought he’d hear those words from your lips, he never thought he’d be good enough to. But alas, here you were; underneath him, mostly naked, whispering gut wrenching phrases into his mouth.

You moved your hands down his lean body, dainty fingers finding the waistline of his pants. You undid the belt around his waist and threw it to the floor once it was out of the belt loops. You then brought your hands to his zipper, undoing that as well.

You pushed Jean’s slacks down his legs, moving them out of the way in order to free enough space for what you really wanted from him at the moment. You curled your hands around his body, digging your nails into his back in an attempt to bring him closer. You pressed your fingers into the small of his back as you bucked your hips upwards towards him.

You felt as Jean’s hardness pressed down between your legs, and you couldn’t help the moan that escaped from between your lips. Jean moved his lips from yours, allowing more panting breaths to escape from your mouth as he continued to press down into you. He instead kissed down your neck, taking in each moan and ingraining them into his memory.

You moved your fingers into the waistband of his boxers, and pushed them down over his hips. He was just as big as you had always assumed. You weren’t perverted or dirty minded per say, but some nights you’d catch yourself with an excessive amount of questions; you’d wonder about his size, if he were good in bed, and if he had ever satisfied a woman before.

Sure enough, your questions would be answered after tonight.

You brought your hips to his, feeling him through only one layer of clothing now. You brought your hips off of the bed, pushing your panties down over your thighs. You awkwardly moved your legs around Jean’s, attempting to kick the fabric to the floor.

Jean brought his mouth to your ear before breathily whispering, “Do you still want me?”

You nodded frantically, “Yes, yes- yes, please.”

Jean grinned at your response, finally bringing his hips to yours. It was a moment you had waited for for much longer than you thought. This moment was in the distance for two whole years, and now it was finally here. You had wanted this for so long, to the point where you’d take anything Jean would give you - such as a drunken peck and a date with nearly every man on campus.

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