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charmedimsure · 13 days ago

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THE NEXT EPISODE || thanos

pairing: Thanos/Choi Su-bong x f!reader

summary: You and Su-bong reunite after his stay at rehab. No debt/no games AU.

word count: 3.2k

warnings: rehab, drinking, drugs, addiction, depression

A/N: i've been working on this for like two weeks and i still feel like i could work on it more. i love this mini series i made and i'm excited to see how other people like it :) if you find any mistakes no you didn't <3

Part 1: Wake Up Call

Today is the big day. The day Su-bong has been working towards for the past six months.

Today he gets out of rehab.

He originally tried to quit on his own, but after multiple relapses, he decided he needed help. Due to his multiple addictions and how long he's been addicted for, the doctors at the facility suggested a longer stay for him, to which he agreed.

Before he left, he gave you the keys to his apartment, putting you in charge of managing the place while he's away. You also promised to get rid of anything in his apartment that could potentially be abused.

Rehab had actually not been bad. It certainly wasn't easy, but Su-bong felt better about it knowing there were so many other people there going through the same thing as him. He had ended up making some really good friends there, friends that he was excited to see again once they all got out. A few of them had made plans to meet up at a coffee house soon, about a week after Su-bong is released.

The thing Su-bong has been looking forward to the most while in rehab is seeing you again. The only visitors that were allowed were family members, so he had to settle for just talking to you on the phone.

"Can I see you soon?" Su-bong asks into the phone.

"I have to work today, but I'm off tomorrow if you want to come by?" you say. "Oh, and I left something for you on your counter."

Su-bong smiles into the phone. "You didn't have to do that."

"Don't get too excited, it's not much," you laugh. "But I just wanted to give you something to congratulate you."

"I'll be happy with anything you give me," he says.

"Cheesy," you groan, making him laugh. A small gasp comes from Su-bong's phone. "Shoot, my boss just texted me I have to go in early. I'm sorry, I gotta go. Text me when you get home, okay?"

"All good," Su-bong says. "Yeah, I'll text you. Let me know when you get to the club and back home safe."

"I will," he can hear the smile in your voice. "I'll see you tomorrow."

Su-bong walks into his apartment. A chill washes over him. It's been so long since he was here, and he's changed so much. He puts his things down, walking into his kitchen.

A feeling of dread fills him. Was six months enough? Is he really able to do this?

A glint catches his eye, and he sees a small chain sitting on his counter. Attached to it is a dog tag. He picks it up, examining it. When he notices a clasp on the side of the dog tag, he opens it, revealing a small note in your handwriting.

'I'm proud of you <3'

A comfortable warmth fills his body as he smiles at your note. He closes the tag, immediately putting the chain around his neck.

He looks around his place. It holds way too many memories of his time before rehab. Waking up with a headache so bad he's worried his head might implode, turning over to see some random girl in his bed who's name he can't remember. That's not how he wants to live anymore.

He takes a water bottle from the fridge, which you must have put in there for him, and sits on his couch, looking up listings for available apartments. Preferably one close to you.

Su-bong feels his heart race as he stands in front of your apartment door. He's been waiting for this moment for six months. With a deep breath, he knocks on the door.

Footsteps are heard from the other side of the door. Something makes a loud bang and he hears you curse, making his lips twitch upwards.

The door opens and there you are. He swears you've only gotten more beautiful since he last saw you.

"Woah, I almost didn't recognize you," you smile.

He smiles, sheepishly scratching the back of his head. He hadn't dyed his hair since before rehab, leaving it at its natural dark brown. "Yeah, I've been getting that a lot."

"I like it," you say. "You look much more like Su-bong."

He feels his face heat up, muttering a shy 'thank you'.

You step to the side, opening the door wider. "Come in! I'll go grab a snack."

Su-bong walks into your apartment, a smile playing on his face at the familiar set up. You move to the kitchen and he sits on your couch. He chuckles at the new blanket laying next to him, clearly having been used recently.

He looks up as you walk back into the room, placing a bowl of pretzels and a bottle of blue Gatorade on the coffee table in front of him. You remembered.

He gestures toward the blanket. "That new?"

You put a pretzel in your mouth and smile at him, nodding enthusiastically. "My mom got it for me. You have to feel it, it's so soft." He chuckles as you cover your mouth with your hand, too excited to tell him about the blanket to wait until you've swallowed your food.

He reaches out to the blanket, eyes widening when his fingers graze the fabric. "Holy shit."

"Right?!" you laugh, picking up the blanket and sitting down. You toss it over both of your legs. You take a moment to study his face. "You look really good, Su-bong."

He feels himself blush, turning away in embarrassment. "Yeah, my pupils are finally the correct size."

You laugh at the comment. "Yes, that. But you also just look much healthier. Much happier."

He nods. "I feel happier. I thought I was happy all those nights at the club, drinking away my life. But now I know that wasn't real happiness." He looks at you, looking deep into your eyes. "This is real happiness."

Now it's your turn to look away, feeling heat rush to your face. "I'm glad. You deserve happiness."

He smiles.

"Even though you once tried to pay me to take off my shirt."

Su-bong cringes, bringing his hand to his face as you laugh. "Can you please stop bringing that up?"

You shake your head. "No way. This is the punishment you get for that. Me making fun of you. I think it's a fair exchange."

He laughs. "Fair enough."

You continue talking for the next hour or so, telling each other about everything and nothing. Su-bong's heart soars every time he is able to make you laugh. He's made music his entire life, but no song could ever compare to the sweet tune of your laughter.

"On Sunday I'm gonna meet up with a few friends from rehab at that new coffee place around the corner," he says. "Do you want to come?"

You shake your head. "Thank you for the invitation but I don't want to intrude."

"You wouldn't be intruding," he assures. "I, uh, talked about you a lot and they really want to meet you."

Your face heats up at his admission, nodding. "In that case, I'd love to go."

He smiles. "Good."

You put on a movie to watch, saying you saw one while he was away and couldn't wait to show it to him. Throughout the movie, Su-bong sneaks glances at you. He's wanted you ever since he first laid his eyes on you. You were the hot bartender with a fiery personality.

Now, though, as he watches you chew your lip in concentration, he sees just how amazing you truly are. You're the beautiful girl who changed his life for the better. The amazing girl who gave him a reason to become a better person. The kind girl who talked on the phone with him every day while he was in rehab.

You're his best friend. And he's deeply in love with you.

Su-bong opens the door to the coffee house, letting you walk inside first before entering as well.

"Hey, Su-bong!" a voice yells, getting his attention. He smiles when he sees his friends, waving at them. He motions for you to follow him as you head over to the table.

"Hey guys," he greets, giving each of them a small hug. It feels nice to see them on the outside. They all accomplished the same thing, and they'll forever be close for doing it together.

He looks to you. "Oh right. This is Jung-su, Shin-il, and Ji-hae."

Each of them wave and smile at you as he says their names. Once he introduces you, they all seem to get a similar look on their faces.

"Oh, so you're the girl he keeps talking about," Shin-il smirks. Su-bong lightly smacks his arm, making the boy laugh.

"Shin-il, be quiet!" Ji-hae rolls her eyes. She turns to you. "He told us about how you helped him get sober. We're glad he had someone so supportive helping him."

You smile. "I just wanted to help any way I could. He's the one who ultimately chose to get help." You smile at him and he feels his heart melt. "And I'm glad he was able to make some great friends in there, from what he's told me."

"Aw, you talked about us?" Jung-su flashes Su-bong with puppy eyes, making the ladder roll his own.

"Plus, now he doesn't call me 'Señorita' anymore, so really I got something out of it too," you say.

The table bursts out in laughter and Su-bong hides his face behind his hands. "Maybe it was a mistake bringing you here, I didn't realize you were all going to gang up on me."

You laugh, rubbing his arm. "I'm just kidding. Come on, let's go get something to drink."

You move to stand but he puts a hand on your shoulder. "I got it. What do you want?"

You tell him your order, thanking him as he walks to the counter.

Ji-hae leans across the table to you. "He really likes you, you know," she smiles. "Talked about you all the time."

You smile. "He's a really great guy. I wish I could've talked to him sooner, maybe he would've gotten help sooner. He's my best friend now."

"You should go out with him," she says. "Based on how he talked about you, he'd treat you right."

You turn to look at Su-bong, smiling as he rocks back and forth on his feet while waiting in line.

"I do like him," you say, turning back to Ji-hae. "I just want to give him some time first. He just got out of rehab, I feel like he should have some time to figure out what he really wants and adjust to sobriety, if that makes sense."

"Totally," Jung-su says, nodding his head. "I've been out two months now and I still feel like this is all new."

"Just please be there for him," Shin-il asks.

You nod. "I'm not going anywhere."

On the other side of the coffee house, while waiting for your drinks, Su-bong feels a hand grasp his shoulder.

"Holy shit man," a familiar voice says behind him. "You dropped off the face of the earth!"

Su-bong turns to see the smiling face of Nam-gyu.

"Where have you been, dude?"

Su-bong opens his mouth to answer but is cut off when Nam-gyu continues.

"You know what, it doesn't matter." He pulls a small bag out of his jacket pocket. "I just got some new shit. It's fucking insane, man. You gotta try it."

He stares at the pills. This is the first time that drugs have been so accessible to him since before rehab. A cold sweat breaks out and his breath gets quicker. It would be so easy. All he'd have to do is pop one little pill.

He turns back to look at the table. You're sitting there, laughing with Jung-su. The sound flows to his ears and a soft smile graces his face. The sweat stops and his breathing goes back to normal.

He doesn't need pills anymore. He has you. And you make him so much happier than pills ever have or ever will.

He turns back to Nam-gyu, straightening his posture. "No, I don't do that stuff anymore."

Nam-gyu gives him a look. "Are you kidding, dude? You can't get this shit anywhere, and you're turning it down? What the fuck happened to you, Thanos?"

"It's Su-bong, actually," he says.

"No more Thanos!? What's going on?"

Su-bong opens his mouth to respond, but is beaten by another voice.

"Nam-gyu, leave him alone, please," you say, putting a hand on Su-bong's shoulder as you step beside him.

Nam-gyu looks between the two of you before a knowing smile spreads on his face.

"Oh, I see," he says. "So this is the guy you've been calling all the time." The barista calls out his name and he takes his cup. "Knew it was only a matter of time before you two got together, I should've bet on it." He turns, walking toward the door. "I'll see you at work!"

You wave to him as he leaves, turning to Su-bong. "Are you okay? He didn't give you anything, did he?"

He shakes his head. "He offered, but I said no. I was expecting him to be a lot less understanding."

"I've been talking to him the past few months at work, turns out he's not bad when he's not constantly sticking his nose up someone else's ass," you say, making Su-bong laugh. His name is called and you take the cups from the barista, thanking them before handing Su-bong's drink to him, taking his hand and leading him back to the table.

"Welcome back, Señorita," Shin-il smirks.

The table bursts out in laughter again and Su-bong stands from the table, waving goodbye to everyone. You grab his wrist before he can get too far, laughing along with him as he sits back down next to you.

It's been about five months since Su-bong got out of rehab. He's been doing very good, resisting every time he feels even the slightest temptation.

He's gotten back into music and is working on his next album, which is going to be the first he's releasing that's not under the name "Thanos", instead rebranding as Choi Su-bong. You're of course his biggest supporter and he plays you all of his songs to get your opinion. You've even helped on a few songs, and he plans on crediting you as a co-writer.

Remembering what you told him nearly a year ago, he surprised you one day with your own guitar, taking the time to teach you how to play. You're still learning, but he loves everything you play, nearly as much as he loves your laugh whenever you play the wrong note.

You've been dancing around each other for the past few months, both aware of your feelings, but liking what you have going on between you for now. As time passes, though, Su-bong can feel himself getting closer to the edge, ready to take the leap.

One day you're both sitting in Su-bong's new apartment when he turns to you.

"Hey," Su-bong says. You look up from your phone at him. "I uh, I want to play something for you, if that's okay."

You smile, locking your phone and putting it face-down on the couch. "Yeah, I'd love that."

He stands up and reaches his hand out towards you. You take it, standing as he leads you to his piano. He sits on the bench, making room for you to sit beside him.

"I actually wrote this for you," he says, shyly looking at you. You smile at him, giving him a nod of encouragement. With a deep breath, he begins playing the notes before singing.

"I text a postcard sent to you Did it go through? Sending all my love to you You are the moonlight of my life every night Giving all my love to you."

You feel your eyes start to water as you listen to the words. His words reflect exactly how you feel, put in a way that makes it more beautiful than anything you could say to him.

You've heard him sing more ties than you can count. But sitting here next to him, listening as he pours his heart out to you, you don't think any song will ever compare.

"With every breath that I am worth Here on Earth I'm sending all my love to you So if you dare to second guess You can rest Assured that all my love's for you."

Su-bong puts his entire heart into the song. He had started writing it on the piano they had at the rehabilitation center. He had written a few songs while he was there, but this one was specifically inspired by you. The lyrics were from notes he would write down while talking to you, things that came to his head as your sweet voice drifted through the speaker of his phone.

"My beating heart belongs to you I walked for miles till I found you I'm here to honor you If I lose everything in the fire I'm sending all my love to you."

He stops playing, bringing his arms to his sides. He slowly looks up at you. "You've done so much for me. I don't think I can ever pay you back, but I'll spend the rest of my life trying if you'll let me."

A tear escapes your eye. You sniffle, nodding your head.

Su-bong reaches out to cup your cheek, wiping away the tear with his thumb. He looks down to your lips before looking back up to your eyes. "Can I kiss you?"

"Please."

He leans forward, closing his eyes as his lips make contact with yours. Su-bong has kissed girls before, more than he'd like to admit, but he feels like a teenager kissing their crush for the first time.

This is a moment nearly a year in the making. All of his longing for you, his adoration of you is put into the kiss.

He pulls back, regaining his breath as he looks over your face. Your kiss-swollen lips are just begging to be kissed again, but there's something that needs to be done first.

"I love you," he says. "I've loved you for a long time. You're the most amazing person I've ever met and there's nothing I want more than to be with you."

You smile at him, and he feels starstruck by how beautiful you are. "I love you too, Su-bong," you say. "I'm forever grateful that you showed me the real you that day in my apartment. Because I love the real you. So much."

Su-bong's face lights up in a smile, leaning forward to capture your lips again in an awkward kiss that makes you both laugh.

All his hard work is paying off. He is finally worthy of happiness. He is finally worthy of you. And he's going to spend every day making sure he stays worthy.

Song: Last Night on Earth by Green Day

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wileys-russo · 7 months ago

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the summer tenant (1) II j.hermoso

its missing jenni hours, little mini series incoming the summer tenant (1) II j.hermoso

"sí sí sí i am forever in your debt león. happy?" you laughed, phone wedged between your ear and shoulder as you weighed your carry on, breathing a sigh of relief when it didn't breach the limit for your flight.

"i will be happy when you finally come home!" your best friend whined making you roll your eyes. "my ass is on its way maría, and tu culo better pick me up later!" you warned, muting her for a moment as you stepped up to the front desk and gave your details, boarding pass printed and handed over.

"no i am not thanking you, i was getting my boarding pass. my stuff is all accounted for sí? it arrived safely?" you frowned in worry, this entire process having been anything but smooth.

"sí amiga, just like i told you yesterday and every other day you've asked everything is in boxes ready to be unpacked once you move, and there is just a few things and files and boxes still in storage at your old place in the garage." mapi promised as you exhaled, hovering by the security check knowing you'd need to hang up before going through, promising mapi to call her the moment you landed before ending the call.

you'd grown up in zaragoza, a few houses down from the dirty blonde you'd been practically attached to like a siamese twin almost your whole life. as you got older you'd moved to madrid to go to university, and then to barcelona for better career opportunities once you graduated.

though for the last three years you'd been living in portugal, a dream job when it arose far too tempting to pass as much as it hurt you to move away from your life, friends and family all still scattered around spain.

you of course returned home to visit but once you'd fallen in love the visits had been few and far between, your life becoming split in two as you had anchors tying you down in either country, admittedly maybe allowing the one in portugal a little too much influence.

which is why it hurt so much when that anchor was suddenly cut loose, almost drowning you in the aftermath of what you'd describe as your first real heartbreak.

so licking your wounds you found yourself with a choice, to stay and soldier through the tattered remains of your life in portugal or retreat back to spain with your tail between your legs and into the arms of the rest of your support circle.

the choice was one you probably made a little too fast once your best friend sweet talked the right people and popped up on her weekend off with a job offer and a plan, more than ready to drag you back home.

it hadn't been the easiest of processes, you'd given your two weeks in at your job which turned into four and then into six so you could adequately train your replacement and smoothly handover your client list.

right after the breakup mapi had convinced you to let her rent out your old place in barcelona for some extra income while you weren't sure how long you'd still be in portugal, your now ex quite the well respected lawyer meant you'd come off with much less than you deserved in assets after the split.

you were crashing with a coworker and slowly shipping your belongings home to meet you whenever you could finally leave all this mess behind you.

though really your old place was too large for just you and though you were returning home you wanted a fresh start which meant a new place, mapi offering for you to stay with her while you searched for the right one.

between her and her girlfriend they technically had an apartment each in the same building, though they spent majority of their time in ingrids which was set up best, mapi's used more as a storage locker which is why she was more than happy to let you stay there temporarily.

and with all sorts of tourists flocking to the warm beaches of barcelona for the summer it made sense that you wring out a little extra money from your old place before putting it on the market.

so now finally free from all that tied you to portugal bar a few friendships you suspected may eventually die out with the distance, and almost all of your belongings safely back in spain, it was time for you to join them.

"estás bromeando." you snickered in disbelief as you exited the terminal, spotting the sign and balloons right away and praying they weren't for you. but of course knowing your family, no such luck.

"i am suddenly wishing i lied about which flight i took." you called out with a shake of your head, a cheeky grin and a blur of tattoos and tan skin darting in front of you before a body was slamming you nearly to the ground.

"hola amiga." you exhaled happily, squeezing the footballer just as tightly as you gave her girlfriend a wave who was hanging back with a smile. "mejor amiga." mapi corrected, pulling away and sloppily kissing your cheek making you grimace and push her away.

"you drove all the way here to pick me up? i told you i could come see you on the weekend!" you laughed at your parents, knowing it was almost a four hour journey from your childhood home where they still lived to the airport they were stood in now.

"it has been many years we have prayed for this day hija, let us enjoy it." your mami smiled warmly as you hugged them both next, exhaling happily at the rapid spanish which floated around the air.

you greeted ingrid next, having met the girl many times despite no longer living here, often teasing your best friend that should they break up you'd actually take ingrids side since she was so lovely, but really you adored seeing her so loved up and well treated by the norweigan.

"welcome home from prison? maría!" you groaned, the defender hiding behind her girlfriend making both yours and ingrids eyes roll. "it was his idea!" her finger reached around and pointed to your papi who shrugged with a smile that said it all.

"and you told her i was coming to grab some things?" you clarified with mapi who hummed in confirmation. the footballer had been doing the majority of the communication with your tenant in your old place considering until now you'd been in another country and she had set the whole thing up anyway.

you'd tried to offer her some money for all of her help which all that earned you was a firm punch to the arm and a warning not to be stupid, reminding you that family always helps family and doesn't expect anything in return.

"sí sí she said she wouldn't be home anyway, and you are only needing to access the garage so you will not be entering the house." mapi assured as you nodded, telling her to text you what she wanted you to grab from the market on your way back before ending the call.

stupidly mislabeling a few boxes had meant you were missing a large amount of clothing, and though both ingrid and mapi assured you were free to wear anything of theirs you already felt like you were asking too much of them staying with them anyway.

besides a lot of your more work appropriate clothes were what was missing and due to start this new role in a few days time and anything but a patient woman you were quite eager to get your ducks in a line.

"oh come on!" you grunted, having twisted the key in the garage door but struggling to pull it open, something that had pained you for years. a waterfall of curse words fell from your lips as your frustration grew and you strained to tug it open, hope fasting fading.

"you know robbers do not usually make so much noise?" you jumped at a voice behind you, dropping the door and spinning around with a startled expression.

"lo siento. i am not a robber, i am-" you tried to explain but the taller girl waved off your words. "the owner, sí? i spoke to mapi this morning." she smiled charmingly, pearly white teeth bared in amusement.

"i am jenni, your tenant." she added on with a grin holding out a heavily tattooed hand as you nodded in understanding and properly introduced yourself. "trouble with the door? there is a trick." she held up a finger and nodding for you to move aside.

you frowned curiously but did as she asked, watching as she twisted the key and popped her shoulder into the door, your eyebrows shooting up nearly as fast as the door was opened. "fácil!" she winked and gestured inside.

"i lived here for nearly five years and-" you mumbled with an annoyed huff. "-and i live here for a few weeks and know all the tricks." jenni laughed, hovering just outside as you squatted down and began to move through boxes.

"something like that." you sent her a smile over your shoulder. "i promise i will get everything out soon, my car is still in portugal and its the last thing to come back and-" you stopped yourself realizing a complete stranger would be the last person to care.

"and i do not need to be wasting more of your time, lo siento." you shook your head, finding the box you needed and tugging it up and out. "no need to apologise. you are from barcelona?" jenni asked curiously as you shook your head.

"zaragoza, but i have been living in portugal for the last few years." you answered with a polite smile. "mm then how did you end up with a house in barcelona?" jenni questioned, lips curled upward and eyes scanning you up and down.

"my mami taught me not to talk to strangers." you teased making her laugh. "so did mine but here i am letting one into my garage." jenni pointed out as you now laughed. "my garage, technically." you shrugged, noticing a large motorcycle in the corner of the garage.

"pulling the landlord card querida? vale vale. well i have paperwork we both signed though that says for another four and a half months it is my garage." jenni reminded with a grin to which you couldn't argue.

"do you ride?" you asked nodding curiously toward the bike. "what happened to not talking to strangers? i cannot ask how you ended up in barcelona but you can ask me about my bike?" jenni gasped mockingly as you rolled your eyes.

"well you just answered my question anyway." you smiled picking up the box of clothes and moving back outside as jenni effortlessly reached up and grabbed the roller door to bring it back down, something you needed a ladder for which was oddly attractive.

jenni herself was quite attractive, the way her bright eyes followed you and rose pink links curved into an alluring smile, not to mention each of her long limbs covered in even more tattoos than mapi as she was wearing only a pair of shorts and a plain white oversized shirt.

you opened your mouth to speak but were cut off by a second stranger who came storming out of the house, flipping the girl in front of you off and practically diving into a car speeding away making you frown as the other girl in front of you rolled her eyes.

"friend of yours?" you asked with a raised eyebrow as jenni shrugged. "something like that. would you like to come in for a drink?" the abruptness of her question catching you off guard as you opened and closed your mouth.

"i don't think-" you started, placing down the box as jenni cut you off. "you know if you have a drink with me, i will not be a stranger anymore. didn't your mami also teach you about manners and hospitality?" jenni challenged making you scoff but smile.

"my plans for the evening just ditched me, i already started dinner. it is rude to make someone eat and drink alone you know!" jenni tutted, stepping forward and picking up the box for you before you could protest.

"vamos, i promise i am a good cook and an even better host."

and as you woke up that next morning in a bedroom both familiar and unfamiliar, you knew her words to be true.

you could smell coffee as you rubbed your eyes and sat up, you heard the door open and tugged the covers up to hide your naked chest, jenni strolling in with a steaming mug.

"how did you know?" you smiled, always starting your day with coffee as the taller girl gave you an add look. "how did i know i wanted coffee?" she chuckled taking a sip as your cheeks flushed with embarrassment at your assumption.

"what time is it?" you asked with a stretch, bending down and snaking your shirt from the floor, slipping it over your head. "eleven, you really slept in." jenni hummed, leaning against the doorframe as bright green eyes drunk you in.

"sorry." you chuckled, completely missing the slightly awkward silence in the air as jenni stepped forward. "your box of stuff is by the door, get dressed and you should go." the girl shrugged, turning on heel and heading out of the room as your mouth opened in shock.

none the less you hurried to collect your clothes, pulling them on and following after her.

"you know landlords should not really sleep with tenants." jenni tutted with a smirk, pulling herself up and onto the counter as you forced your eyes not to roam her half naked body, flashes of last night where it was pressed against you flickering through your mind.

you scoffed and crossed your arms, opening your mouth to let her have it but she spoke first. "whats wrong bebé? not the normal coffee and breakfast waiting for you afterwards that you are used to? i am not that type of girl." jenni chuckled sipping from her mug.

"but last night we talked about so many things and-" "had sex? sí, and we both got something out of that no? now you should really go, technically a landlord cannot be here without the tenants permission." jenni smirked as you could only scoff.

not gracing her with another word you turned on heel and headed for the front door, hearing her footsteps pad after you as you made a swift exit. you paused as you heard a sharp whistle, slowly turning around.

"did you just whistle at me like a dog?" you asked in disbelief crossing your arms and making her chuckle where she leaned against the door. "you forgot your box." she nodded downward at her feet as you stiffened, swallowing your pride and making your way back toward her.

you glared at her as she simply smiled charmingly, sipping at her coffee as you picked up the box and turned again, storming down the path.

though a second wind brewing as you reached the end you shook your head, spinning to give her a piece of your mind but it was too late, the front door already clicking closed as you heard the turn of the lock.

"puta."

#jenni hermoso #jenni hermoso x reader #woso community #woso #woso x reader #woso fanfics #woso imagine #woso blurbs

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pigeonpeach · 1 year ago

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Genshin men as cats!

Prompt: the genshin men are temporarily turned into cats for one day and you as their lover must take care of them and make sure they stay safe

A/n: idk what happened but apparently half of the post got deleted? I’ll have to rewrite it later ;(

Ayato

Oh he’s not happy. He’s probably a shorthaired white cat in terms of appearance. But he is quite annoyed with this predicament. No one is allowed to tell anyone that the Yashiro Commissioner is suddenly a cat. But being a cat is nice. He can lounge and nap all day. He’s probably demanding of attention though. He simply must have your eyes on him. He adores being brushes so lovingly too. Maybe he should have you brush his hair when he’s back to normal.

Al Haitham

Virtually no change. He may still try to read though he won’t be able to turn the pages as easily. He doesn’t mind a few pats but he mostly prefers to be left alone in the nice warm sun to nap the day away. He’s definitely a grey tabby.

Kaveh

He is so distraught! He meows a storm in fustration as he finds he is completely incapable of finishing his projects! You simply must take care of him! You need to have him strapped in like a baby carrier on your chest because he’s just so clingy. He needs constant reassurance and attention. He’s so needy but so cute. Probably a cute little cream colored kitty.

Kaeya

He is also probably a bit annoyed. While yes he gets a complete day off, he can’t do much as a cat. So he’ll probably try to find some entertainment if you don’t keep him thoroughly entertained. He will find a way to sneak out and go play with Klee or annoy Diluc if you don’t keep him in your grasp at all times.

Neuvillette

He is very confused but also curious. On one hand this form is verrrry different than he’s ever had before but its also very beneficial to him. People are far less intimidated and strangely he enjoys being coddled and pet more than he would. Of course miss Furina is teasing the crap out of him but he doesn’t really care. Sitting on your lap, small and warm. Its such a unique experience he will probably never have again.

Wriothesley

Once the dust settles he’s quite relaxed. This is temporary so might as well enjoy it. Sigewinnie has become very attached to him as she constantly makes sure he’s okay. But in particular he loves being held by you. He’s used to being the big strong man who lifts you all the time etc etc. its nice actually being the reverse here. He gets fed special fish from the cafeteria and gets to spend his day in your arms! The perfect break for him! He’s almost sad it’s temporary but he knows he can’t stay like this forever.

Childe

Oh he’s mad! Even when it’s confirmed to be temporary, he is annoyed! How can he improve his fighting skills if he’s a kitty! Sure he’s a adorable little kitty of course but he looks like a baby! Oh his ego is in shatters. It’s unfortunate too because it wasn’t even around his family so he could play with his little brother at least. He’s practically quarantined to keep him safe. He can’t go on kitty adventures. Therefore YOU must make it up to him. He spends his time sulking and trying to play with anything he can. Dangling uniform piece? New toy! Someone’s foot? New toy! He bites! He meows! He hardly naps. He does love cuddling with you though. Still he’s a ball of energy and he cannot simply sit still for long! No doubt will his office be trashed. You’re making him clean it up once he’s back.

Thoma

Stressed! So stressed! He has so many chores! He cannot hold a broom with two paws! You have to make arrangements for him to have the day off which was hard because everyone was upset by his sudden cancellation. Even so he tries to help. He tries to drag the broom but it doesn’t do anything unfortunately. Oh he feels so useless. You must pamper him. Lavish him with kisses and gentle praise. Call him the cutest little kitty in the world! Oh he’s such a affectionate boy too. He acts like a cat with separation anxiety almost. He cannot sleep if you’re not there with him. Therefore you end up spending the day with him, trying to dissuade him from trying to clean a mess and just making it worse, distracting him with a warm blanket and pets.

Zhongli

He probably did so on purpose actually. Perhaps he was a bit bored and decided to spend the day exploring Liyue from a different perspective. It was quite fun for him actually. He watched as people came over to pet him. Unfortunately they also tried to feed him seafood which wasn’t too good. But after the long day he returned home to see you panicked as to where he could be. He decided to come on over to you, still in his cat form, and distract you. It worked as he helped you relax.

You werent too amused when you found out that cat that broke in was him.

Pantalone

He is quite annoyed. Angry in a more agitated way. Don’t mess up his fur! Pet him properly! Don’t ignore him now! He is a demanding little feline. He is not content unless you are entirely focused on him. He even wants you to break up the fish ro serve to him. He isn’t going to eat like a animal! Oh but he is such s cute kitty. Entirely black with big expressive yellow eyes. Oh you can’t help but comply and spoil him a little more! And he has such lovely fur! He does like hearing your gentle praises as you pet him. He never knew how lovely it felt to be small, sleeping on a nice warm lap, being gently brushed, and told sweet little compliments. He may actually want to do this again sometime.

Diluc

Biggest drama king! How can he protect you or Mondstadt like this! Therefore you cannot leave his sight or he’s convinced you will immediately die. You must stay with him so he can protect you? He is a very warm kitty though so it feels nice to snuggle with him. His fur is a bit messy so you’ll have to brush it. Despite him trying to stay vigilant he ends up falling asleep quickly.

#genshin imagines #diluc x you #genshin x y/n #childe x reader #pantalone #pantalone x you #ayato x y/n #thoma x reader #neuvillette #neuvilette x reader #wriothesley x reader #kaeya x reader #zhongli x reader #kaveh x reader #al haitham x reader

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eyesthecolorofarson · 22 days ago

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Next-to-last of our species

Based on this

“Project Cadmus’ purpose was to create an anti-Justice League of sorts,” Dr. Lilva said calmly, twisting her hair in the hand that wasn’t handcuffed to the table. “But despite Luther’s unimaginable wealth, he was cutting costs in this incredibly delicate operation. He decided that instead of one clone for each Justice League member, we’d do one for two.”

“Why?” It wasn’t like Luthor to cut costs, Batman mused. He flaunted his money as if it’d make people forget he was a supervillain. Maybe he’d spent too much on his last mech suit. He should tell Dick that. “I don’t know. But it worked in our favor. We weren’t really creating clones. We were creating embryos that had your DNA. But, as we all know, you need two sets of DNA to form a full body. So, mixing two of your DNA together would not only give the clones a stable body, but the powers or,” she motioned to him, “intelligence of the parents. Which is how we got here.”

Three scientists from the now destroyed Project Cadmus, Dr. Lilva, Sal, and Trit, had turned themselves in to the Justice League saying they were willing to share everything that had happened during Project Cadmus on the grounds that they be allowed access to job opportunities in their very narrow fields. Dr. Sal, who seemed most against turning themselves in, rolled his eyes. “It would have been fine if—“ “No it wouldn’t!” Dr. Trit glared to him. “It would have!” “No! It’d be fine if we hadn’t combined Martian Manhunter and fucking Batman! We created a Batman that can shapeshift and move things with his mind!”

Dr. Lilva sighed. “Be quiet. Our first stable clone was made of a combination of Superman and Luthors DNA. Where we made a mistake was the creation of 14; the combination of Martian Manhunter and Batman.” Sal scoffed. “He wasn’t a mistake. He was a success. As smart and calculating as Batman, capable of shifting into inanimate objects and people, as well as incredible telepathic and technopathic abilities. The mistake was making him too smart. Too aware.”

“We wouldn’t have been able to prevent it.” He looked around. Superman didn’t look very good. He was pale and sweaty, his fists clenched so tightly his knuckles were white. Martian Manhunter had a very odd expression on his face, as if he was trying to find every bit of information about ‘14’ that he could. He probably was. Superman met his eyes, and he knew he was questioning how he felt. He was fine.

“13, the combination of Superman and Luthor, didn’t have Luthors intelligence but he did have Superman’s powers. Average intelligence but very emotional, he seemed to feel everything ten times more intensely than others. 14, however…. He was best at learning. Not just science or math….” Lilva shivered. “He watched us, copied us, and it took us far too long to realize, but he was reading our minds. Learning.”

“Unfortunately, it took us longer to fully understand the lengths of his technopathy. We thought it was just light electrokinesis, but—“ she cut herself off with a strangled laugh. “When he started talking about our personal information, things we looked up, things we talked about at home without our Cadmus devices—that’s when we realized he’d attached himself to every. Single. Piece of technology. That we’d interacted with.”

She motioned for Sal to speak. He sighed. “One day, I was staying late to finish some work. 13 was incredibly clingy, and 14 was a charmer, so they got to share a room. One of the walls was made entirely out of nth glass. 13 was asleep, and 14 was watching me. He tapped the internal mic, and asked me why I wasn’t at Lily’s recital. He told me that she was asking ‘Mrs. Millie’ if she’d seen me come in. He told me…. he told me ‘lily pad is very upset.’” Sal looked disturbed. “I had forgotten my daughter, Lily, had a play. She was playing the sugar plum fairy. Mrs. Millie is her teacher, and ‘lily pad’ is a nickname I have for her. And he knew that, despite me never mentioning having a family.”

That was a little disturbing. Not just knowing about his family, that was easy with a little research into the employee, but to know not only the teachers name, the recital, and a nickname, that implied that ‘14’ had been watching Sal for quite a long time. “How does this imply that ‘14’ had ‘attached himself’ to your devices?” Lilva motioned for Trit to speak. She also sighed. “Ok. So. Uhh, during my break I’d, uh, use my home phone to watch Netflix and stuff. And keep in mind Project Cadmus was located almost twenty five miles underground, and the break room was on surface level.”

“Well, one day I was watching The Nun, and when I got back down I had to deal with a ‘strange situation.’” She used air quotes then sighed again, running a hand through her short hair. “13 was crying and 14 was trying to comfort him, telling him it ‘probably wasn’t real’, which made him cry harder. When I asked what was wrong, 14 yelled at me for ‘choosing to not watch Friends this one time.’ 13 interrupted him and asked me if demons were real. I told him I didn’t know, and asked 14 what this was all about.”

She laughed. “He didn’t answer, but it was pretty easy to figure out. I usually watched Friends during my break, but I’d finished it at home. So I’d decided to watch a movie. And before this we’d seen signs of 14 building a mind link between himself and 13. It was obvious that he’d attached himself to my phone, and shared with 13 what I was watching. Unfortunately, it was a horror movie.”

“After that we noticed that the electric doors would unlock and relock at random, usually locking us and the other doctors in and letting 13 and 14 out. Our computers would glitch and turn off when using them, the machines made to test their ability’s would break down right before testing. I’d tried to make sure no one put physical locks on anything because I didn’t want 14 learning how to pick locks.” Trit sighed again and glared at Sal.

“And someone didn’t listen to me.” Sal scoffed and rolled his eyes. Lilva glared at both of them. “How was I supposed to know he’d learn? He didn’t have any lock picking skills or anything to pick locks with!” Lilva gave him a look. “He had his mind.” “So, ‘14’ knows how to pick locks telepathically?” “Not just pick them,” Trit replied, “in less than a day he learned how to unlock and relock them. We learned this when Sal turned off the power to their electrical door and put locks on them.”

Trit and Lilva waited for Sal to speak. He grumbled. “I went in to fix a light that 13 had broken when he was practicing flying, turned around, and both of them were outside the room. I watched as 14 relocked the locks he’d unlocked without touching them.” Sal looked embarrassed. “I was stuck for three hours as they destroyed the lab. I had access to my—“ Lilva raised her hand for him to stop. She was looking at her phone. She was pale.

“Ms. Lilva?” He asked after a moment, “Is something wrong?” She took a deep breath, then tried to give her phone to him. She wasn’t able to. When her arm raised a spark left her phone and she yelped and dropped it, rubbing her hand as it continued to spark. At the same time, the Watchtowers main computer turned on. Batman felt himself and the others tense. The screen was covered in static.

“Stand up!” Lilva told him, her voice shaking. “Flash, stand up and walk fourteen feet backwards from the screen. Do it! Now!” Sal muttered swears. “Why me?” Flash asked, even as he stood. “Because you’re the only one who’ll give us an instant honest reaction on what you see.” That was a good point.

Flash went fourteen feet, turned and jumped. “Holy shit!” He almost choked. “There’s eyes in the screen! Like, a face—oh my god it’s smiling at me.” Bruce quickly stood, as did the others. The scientists stayed seated. Batman walked backwards to Flash, keeping his eyes on the screen. There was nothing. Static, static, static, then—he stood next to Flash and he appeared.

He took a few steps back and forward, testing his eyes. A foot forward he was gone. And a foot back, the same. Only when Batman stood fourteen feet away from the screen did he see his and J’onn’s clone, 14. He was hidden in the static, but at fourteen feet away the static melted together to form a face. It reminded him of when he was a child, stuck at galas and so bored he looked to the marble to find hidden pictures.

The static face was watching them intently. Batman could feel a finger gently poking his mind, trying to enter. He locked his psyche down tightly. 14’s face seemed to become amused. “Interesting…” Martian Manhunter muttered. “He knows who we are. All of us.” Superman stood next to Batman, tense. “What do you mean?” “It means he knows our identities. He knows where your parents live, the code to Batman’s contingency safe, the names of Wonder Woman’s mother and aunts….it seems that the moment the doctors phones got close enough to the computer, he attached himself to it.”

That wasn’t good. The static face seemed to think it was hilarious, laughing. “Who are you?” He asked sternly. It didn’t seem to affect the face. The face disappeared. Bold words appeared. ‘You know who I am,’ they said, ‘you just spent ten minutes talking about us’. So he’d been listening. How quickly was he able to get into the computer? “What do you want?” The words disappeared and were replaced with new ones. ‘Nothing much. Just, oh, I don’t know—the people that tortured and experimented on us dead? That too much to ask?’

So revenge. “What does 13 think of that plan?” He hadn't noticed it before, but there was a low ringing sound coming from the computer. It got louder at his question. ‘His name is Connor. And he shouldn’t have to worry about these things. He had it worse than I did.’ He glanced toward the scientists. They’d only told them of the clones and that there had been experiments—they hadn’t said what type of experiments. “Could you elaborate?”

‘Sure. The people sitting in front of you–if they can even be called people–are sadistic, selfish, narcissistic assholes who not only ‘encouraged’ us to show our powers with physical torture but also sold information they learned in the project to third parties. Like they’re doing right now.’ Suddenly Sal, Trit, and Lilva’s bodies began sparking and smoking. Trit shrieked and removed a wire from her hair and waistline. They sparked and the one from her waist caught on fire. Trit continued to panic as she tried to pull a chip out from under her manicured nails.

Sal removed two chips and a wire from his tie, belt and hair while Lilva removed four wires from her bra, waistline, shoelace and hair band. The one from her hair caught fire before she could pull it out, and a small section of her hair caught fire. Sal helped her pat it out as a distorted laugh came from Lilvas phone on the table.

‘She deserves worse.’ The words on the screen said, ‘Superman. Have you ever been burned before?’ Superman didn’t answer, instead whispering to Wonder Women about how odd it was he didn’t hear the wires and bugs electrical humming. ‘CLARK KENT.’ The words were bigger now, and he felt someone pinching his mind. ‘DO YOU KNOW WHAT ITS LIKE TO BE BURNED? DID YOU KNOW THAT YOU CAN BE BURNED?’

Superman jumped and turned, reading the words. “Uh, no—no, I haven’t. I can’t.” He sounded unsure. Batman didn’t blame him. The static disappeared, and a video played. It looked to be camera footage. It showed a medical room. Sitting on one of the beds was a boy, maybe fifteen, with short curly black hair and blue eyes. His skin was unhealthily pale, and he had bags under his eyes. He was wearing a simple shirt and pants, the shirt having Superman’s symbol on one side and the number 13 on the other.

Out of place in the medical room was a fire pit. There was a fire poker in it, and the flames were lit up green. Doctor Trit came in. “How do you feel?” 13—Connor glanced at her then looked away. “Fine. A little nauseous. Is that normal?” Trit walked to the fire pit, shifting the poker around. “Perfectly. Hold out your hand.” Dread pooled in Batman’s stomach. Connor looked nervous, but did as he was told.

Trit pulled the fire poker out, kryptonite attached to the end. Its end was slightly red and orange, cracks running along it. She turned and placed it in Connor’s open palm.

Connor shrieked and screamed, trying to pull his hand away. Trit held him still. Connor struggled, tears running down his face, begging her to stop, to help, to take it away. Trit made him hold it for twenty seconds before pulling it back. When she did they saw Connor’s hand, the flesh bubbly and red with blood, blisters forming. Connor cried, and the video ended. The static returned, but it was quiet. Almost in respect.

"Jesus christ," Flash muttered, and Batman was a little worried about the way Wonder Women was looking at the scientists. "We were just doing our jobs!" Trit cried weakly, "We didn't want to but we had to!" 'SHUT UP' The text said, and the scientists began to yelp and wither. 'There is a fine line between experimenting on a subject and torturing them.'

'What you did to us stepped several feet over that line. What you did to us spat in the face of workplace ethics and our human rights.' Trit suddenly shrieked, and Sal began convulsing. 'We're never going to forget or forgive what you did to us. He will never feel truly safe, truly happy as long as your alive.' Sal began foming at the mouth, whimpering. Trit was muttering 'make it stop' over and over again, and Lilva was writing something on the table. It looked to be a will.

"He's melting their minds," Martian Manhunter gasped, "That—that is not a metaphor. He's quite literally reducing their brain matter to mush." Flash went to the scientists side and tried to keep Sal still while Green Lanturn began copying what Lilva was writing. Her handwriting was getting worse and worse. Wonder Women went to Trit's side as she began to sob and stutter, attempting to speak. It was all incoherent.

'I don't want to hurt people.' The screen said, 'I don't even enjoy hurting them, no matter how much they hurt me. But this isn't about me, it's about Connor. It's about ensuring Connors safety. It's about making sure Luthor gets a clear cut message; hurt him, and see what happens. Try to hurt us and I'll destroy him and everything he cares about. Fuck around and find out.'

"We can help keep you safe," Batman said as Sals twitching slowed, "Both you and Connor. You don’t have to kill them." Lilva wasn't writing so much as scribling, and Trit was still crying. Her eyes were bloodshot. 'I do, Batman. They installed both of us with a kill switch. Only two ways to trip it; either insert a key into the incubators were were created in, or enter a code on the computer in Luthors office.'

Batman felt his heart drop. 'The key and the incubators have been delt with, the computer and any copy of the software destroyed. Only one person had the code. The lead researcher. And he shared the code with two other people. I have to keep my brother safe, Batman. We're all we have. I'm sorry.'

The room was much more quite now; Trit was dead, Sal was unconscious, and Lilva mumbling incoherently. 'I want to live the rest of my life by your code, Batman, and I'll try my best to do so. But please, please understand that I had to do this. Not just for revenge, but for our safety. Martain Manhunter would’ve never found the code in their minds; he's not as invasive as I am. They would’ve left and immediately killed us. Thats why Sal wanted to get out of their as quick as possible.'

'Maybe one day, when the dust has settled and Conner feels safe we can talk face to face; really talk, y’know? I'd like to do that. But I don't know when the right time for that talk will be.' It was quiet as the rest of the League read the message. The humming was fading. Batman felt his heart jump when his pocket buzzed. It was his phone.

It was a new contacct thats number kept changing. It was named 'Danny'. The text read, 'but in the meantime, I'm down for some small talk.'

#martian manhunter #dp x dc crossover #conner kent #dp x dc au #batman #superman #Danny remembers a lot and that makes him terrifying #How the fuck does this clone that’s only an hour old know what Digiorno is and why is he asking for it #Connor loves watching comedys #He doesn’t like horror #Unfortunately his clone brother has decided the best way to psychologically torture their creators is to use horror movie tactics #danny fenton #reincarnation

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ephemeral--dreams · 2 years ago

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Making you cry during a fight (2) - Scaramouche, Yae, Kaeya

Okay guys here you go never ask me for anything ever again /j

(part 1)

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Scaramouche

There's a sort of deep, instinctive fear that takes root inside the place where a heart would be, as he watches tears fall after a few too-harsh words.

He's hurt you. He's been careless, he's been too difficult, too much - and it's going to drive you away. You're going to abandon him because of this incident, surely. Why would you stay with someone who makes you cry?

It's… it's not a feeling he's dealt with for many years. The fear of being left. He has not allowed anyone to get close enough to him to have any concern over whether they're around or not. Scaramouche had learned his lesson about getting attached and having emotion, after all. He had spat out whatever bitter words he pleased and felt nothing when he upset anyone he spoke to.

But those days are past, and while that's a good thing in many ways, right now it feels anything but.

"I-"

"Sorry. I shouldn't be crying," the way you apologize as if you're the one in the wrong stabs right through him. You're the one crying, yet he is being wounded just as much. It's an awful thing, caring. "Just. Just give me a moment…"

Scaramouche hesitates. He's paralyzed, caught up in the idea that anything he does or says may make things worse. But what wins out is the idea of fixing it, fixing things before you give up on him—

"Stop it. You shouldn't be the one saying sorry here. I shouldn't have said that to you, alright? You should know better than to take everything I say so seriously, honestly, I-" he sighs, irritated with himself more than you, before pulling you into his embrace. You don't pull away. Good. Maybe he hasn't entirely fucked things up. "...I didn't mean it. Sorry."

Yae

Yae Miko is not the sort of person who yells during a fight. Or at any time, really. So that hadn't been at all what had happened during your little conflict.

Rather, her words were pointed to hit where it hurt, an attempt to shut down whatever silly human nonsense you thought was worth causing a riot over. Problems came and went, and most weren't nearly as important as they may seem in the moment. Living many years had led her to this conclusion. She was a busy woman who had little interest in wasting her time arguing.

...Calculating and perhaps dismissive she may be, but she isn't cold. Yae still very much has a heart, and it skips a beat when she realizes you're nowhere to be found at the usual time she would meet with you after finishing her shrine duties. Surely you weren't that upset over it all, right?

No, you couldn't be still lingering on the issue hours later…

Well, you could. Others were far more sensitive to these things, a fact she often forgot. Yae should know better. Isn't she used to highly emotional people, after all? At least your tantrums weren't going to practically destroy the nation…

She finds you at the foot of the mountain, sitting and idly staring into the distance. The tear tracks on your face are all too telling.

Yae is not above realizing when she has done something wrong. Though she's also not one to openly apologize. She doesn't do much of anything openly.

"You don't listen to me," you tell her.

"Well, I'll try to listen more, then. Is that satisfactory?" She offers a hand to you. You wait a moment before taking it, allowing her to pull you up. "Just remember to consider my side of things as well. We can work on it… But let's not linger on this too long. Time is fleeting for mortals like you, hm?"

Kaeya

Kaeya is excellent at one thing - avoidance. In fact, he's been successfully avoiding you ever since your fight a couple of days ago. It's easier to simply wait until you've both cooled off.

That's what he tells himself. It's certainly not that the fight made him feel anxious. He's not running away from his problems, of course not.

(He's lying to himself. One wrong word and you'll leave. He knows that. It's bad enough that you had an argument, archons forbid he confronts you and it's the last straw.)

So Kaeya carefully stays out of your way, doesn't speak to you, doesn't let you catch sight of him. He'll have to deal with things eventually, he knows, but… Until then, he's content to keep things this way. Four days in you finally seek him out yourself, looking exhausted and absolutely miserable.

"Can we- can we stop fighting? You're right, I'm wrong, all that-" He can only watch as you start breaking down in front of him, a cold, sinking feeling of guilt settling in. "...Just stop ignoring me, please?"

His life has been filled with bad decisions - it seems that he's made yet another, by avoiding you so long. Now Kaeya is faced with your tears as you practically beg for his attention. It's quite the opposite of what he intended. He reaches a careful hand to brush them away. "Shh, shh. No more, alright?"

You sniffle, looking up at him. "You're not mad at me?"

"Of course not, sweetheart. I never was. We can talk about it later, okay? Let me make you feel better."

#scaramouche x reader #yae miko x reader #kaeya x reader #genshin x reader #genshin impact x reader #wanderer x reader #story unfolding

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naughtyneganjdm · 2 months ago

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Christmas in Jackson - Chapter 2

Summary: Waking up in Jackson is surprisingly more comfortable than Y/N expects, but she realizes that she needs to get a warmer wardrobe while she stays there. As a favor for Tommy, Joel walks her to the store. During their walk she starts to realize that she stands out in the small town more than she would care to.

Characters: Joel Miller, the reader (OC), Tommy Miller, Maria Miller, etc.

AO3 Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/61159651/chapters/156639493

Warnings: Swearing, Angst, Grumpy Joel, etc.

Notes: Thanks for anyone that reads this. If you want to find the first chapter to read, you can find it here.

There were a lot of things that Y/N was expecting to feel when she woke up this morning, but refreshed was not one of them. After the night she had? She thought she would wake up regretting her decision to take this spontaneous trip completely. Everything started off badly, so it was easy to think that. But truthfully? Last night had probably been the most sleep she had gotten in a very long time. And it was sound sleep. Not the kind of broken up sleep that she had grown used to over the years. Especially with her job. Being a doctor meant long hours and very small amounts of sleep.

Surprisingly? The bed was comfortable. The extensive Christmas lights in her room were calming, helping to put her at ease by the time that she woke up. And it was nice to finally wake up when she wanted to. Usually she was woken up by an alarm or someone calling her into work. So this was something that she hadn’t felt in a very long time.

When she woke up, she laid in bed for a while. Having no obligations felt incredible. Getting up when she wanted was amazing. She made herself coffee from the machine that was in her room and got a hot shower in that lingered longer than it probably should have. Even though this was a strange place to stay, the amenities weren’t all that bad. It was quiet. And more than anything? That’s what she needed right now.

The only responsibility that she knew that she had to do today was get some warmer clothes to wear around town. Even though she felt like she could get lost in the hallways of the inn finding something new at every corner, she knew that she didn’t want to stay locked up all day. So, that’s where she was officially headed. Downstairs in search of someone that might be able to give her a suggestion as to where she could get clothes. Freezing wasn’t something she was hoping to do in her time here. The taxi driver from the night before had told her that a large snowstorm was coming in the next few days. Which meant she needed to be prepared before it was too late.

Leaving her suite surprised her. Unlike last night where the whole place was eerily empty, there was a group of people sitting by the second story fireplace. As she made her way downstairs, she was impressed to see that the lobby was also pretty full with people. Most of them were circled by the fireplace talking or walking around the lobby gazing upon the many decorations. A lot of people there appeared to be family or groups of friends? Truthfully? She looked like the only person that was there alone.

Looking around, she was surprised how many people were actually there. Then again, she wondered if these were people that were staying at the hotel or they were people just coming in to check out the decorations. There was also that bar and restaurant that was attached that probably drew people here as well. What she thought was a ghost town was really only a ghost town late at night. Things must have shut down early in Jackson and after living in New York City? That wasn’t something that she was used to.

Unlike last night, she allowed herself the chance to take everything in. Now that she had gotten sleep, she was observing everything in a different light. She still thought the whole place was a little over the top, but with people around, she wasn’t seeing it in the light that she did last night. There was a charm to it that brought a sense of joy throughout her.

“Ms. Y/N!” a familiar voice called out to her and she looked over her shoulder to see that Tommy was talking with a group of people but had obviously seen her come down the stairs. Excusing himself, Tommy made his way over to her. It surprised her that he would even want to interact with her how things went last night, but his bright smile was still there when he approached her. “How are we doing this morning?”

“Surprisingly well,” she was honest, shocked to see that Tommy was still the one up and about. Considering he was the one that helped her last night when she showed up, she assumed that she wouldn’t be seeing him. “I got some of the best sleep that I’ve had in a long time.”

“Amazing, I’m so glad to hear that,” Tommy rubbed his hands together, his smile growing larger. Looking around, Tommy motioned Y/N to follow him toward a corner of the lobby where the majority of the people weren’t. “I’m very sorry for how my brother acted last night. We’re very thankful that you chose to join us for the holidays.”

“Don’t worry about it. I’m from New York, I’m used to people like your brother,” she admitted knowing that Joel really did get under her skin last night, but she was trying to lie about it. After everything she went through Joel only felt like a minor inconvenience. “There is a huge difference between you and your brother. I can see that you are a genuine, sweet person. You have one of those smiles.”

“Thank you,” it looked like a huge amount of weight had been lifted from Tommy’s shoulders with her saying that to him. “I try my best to be the best version of myself that I can always be. And trust me, when you meet my wife, you are gonna love her. She’s my better half. When you meet her, you’ll understand the smile that is always on my face.”

“That’s very sweet,” she noted, giving a small nod and looking around the lobby again. “I hate to bother you, but seeing as this is the warmest outfit that I brought with me, do you think you could point me in the right direction of somewhere I can head to get some clothes?”

“That’s your warmest?” Tommy looked her over, giving her a quick nod. By the expression over his face she could tell that he was shocked she came here with only that. “Yeah, you’re definitely gonna need something more to keep you warm. Anything you need, you can pretty much find in walking distance here. I can write down a few places and…”

“Tommy, I’m just going to drop this stuff off at the post office,” a thick, southern drawl interrupted Tommy showing that Joel was moving out of the registration office wearing a thick winter coat. A bag was thrown over his shoulder and when he saw who Tommy was talking to, Joel’s words came to a quick stop. A rush of color flooded into Joel’s face and he forced himself to look down. “I’ll be back in a few. I have some things I need to do.”

“Y’know what?” Tommy looked between Joel and Y/N, clapping his hands together. “Why don’t you show Y/N here where she can get herself some warmer clothes in town. You’re going to the post office and I know that on the way there are a few shops.”

“Tommy!” Joel snapped, his brown eyes growing angry. The lines in his forehead grew deeper, his hand throwing up in frustration. “I don’t really have time right now.”

“You have nothing, but time!” Tommy cut Joel off from complaining, the smile that was usually plastered over his face disappearing and a serious expression replaced it. Their bickering made Y/N feel out of place. There was some obvious tension between the two brothers. But she wondered if it was because of her and only her or if it was there all along. “After last night, you owe me. And you owe her.”

“Sure thing little brother,” Joel grumbled under his breath, his brown eyes locking with Y/N’s. Firmly, Joel patted Tommy’s shoulder drawing a grunt to escape Tommy. There was probably more strength to that movement than Tommy would have liked. “I would love to show you around town on my way to the post office. We don’t want you freezing with the time that you are spending here.”

“Good man,” Tommy returned the gesture, patting Joel on the shoulder. Giving Joel a reaffirming nod, she could tell just by the way that they locked eyes that things were still uneasy between them. As fast as it was gone, Tommy’s smile returned and he brushed his longer hair back over his shoulders. “Alright, Ms. Y/N, just follow Joel here and he’ll get you to where you need to be.”

“You know what? He doesn’t have to do that,” Y/N was quick to turn down the offer getting both of the brothers to look over at her with their dark eyes. Really? She didn’t want to be the reason that these two were fighting with each other. And she could tell that she was causing them tension. “I can just walk around and find things myself.”

“Nah, I insist,” Joel slurred nodding his head toward the door for them to leave. “A town like this could be overwhelming for someone the first time they are in it. So I have no problem helping you find your way.”

“See you later,” Tommy waved with Joel leading Y/N toward the back door of the building to leave. Since she had entered through the front the day before, she was already seeing new parts of the inn that she hadn’t seen last night. But instead of letting her get a look at it, Joel was quick to place his hand in over her lower back to rush her out.

Even though Joel had an obvious disdain for her, he still held the door open for her. Well, at least he had a sense of chivalry in him. That might have been the one thing he had left from his southern charm. A wince escaped her lips once she made it outside. The wind was cold and it didn’t matter if this was the warmest thing she had. Cold in New York was very different than cold in Jackson.

Turning on her heel, she let out a tense breath when she came face to face with a giant bear wooden carving, “Oh give me a fucking break.”

Realizing that the carving was actually a chair caused her to start laughing uncontrollably, “You’ve gotta be kidding me.”

“Hey, don’t knock it. The guests just love taking their selfies and what not sitting on that thing,” Joel pointed over toward the bear that she was absolutely amused with. “In fact, I reckon if you sat there right now and we took a photo of you sitting there, I bet the people on your socials would go crazy for it.”

“My socials?” she couldn’t help but muse, her eyebrows bouncing up in amusement. “How old do you think I am?”

“I’m just repeating what I’ve heard,” Joel snorted, sucking in a sharp breath of air. Waving her forward, Joel tried to get her to focus so he could get to what he wanted to do. “Now if you’ll follow me…”

With a single nod, she started trailing behind Joel on the sidewalk. Pretty quickly, Joel noticed that she had stopped in her tracks. Looking over his shoulder, he could see that her eyes were locked on something in the distance. There was a certain awed expression that was in them. Throwing his hands up in the air, he scoffed with her keeping him back longer. When he realized what she was staring at, he couldn’t help but smirk, “What? You’ve never seen mountains before?”

“Nothing like this,” she confessed with the sight of the snowy mountain in the distance. The moment she saw them they took her breath away. Stepping in beside her, Joel joined her staring out at the mountain she was focused on. “The town is completely surrounded by them. I’ve never seen anything like this before.”

“I forgot that you showed up when it was dark so you didn’t see this,” Joel commented, stealing a quick look at her. It had been a long time since he had seen someone so impressed. Everyone here was used to this? This was normal. But for someone like her? This was a completely new experience all together. And the admiration she had for it was evident. Considering he had lived here for so long, it had been years since he stopped to appreciate the beauty of everything. “See, not everything around here is awful. Mother nature can actually be really beautiful. I know it’s not like your city scape, but this is just as beautiful, if not more if you ask me.”

“Hey, don’t knock New York. It’s the most beautiful city in the world,” she suggested getting a chuckle out of Joel who immediately shook his head.

Yes, Jackson was stunning. The buildings weren’t everything that she would want from a small town, but the surroundings? It felt like she was standing in the middle of a painting. They were so gorgeous that they didn’t seem real. But New York City? Well that was a very special place for her.

“I’m gonna have to disagree with you there,” Joel retorted, sucking in a sharp breath of air. “There is something about fresh air that just feels so much better than the pollution you breathe in every day in big cities.”

“Have you ever been to New York City?” she wondered, looking to Joel after she finally pulled her eyes away from the mountains. “There is something about it that is so beautiful. There are so many things magical about the city. Especially during Christmas time.”

“And yet you’re here,” Joel pointed out, tipping his head to the side with an arrogant bob. Realization struck when she knew that he was right. But it wasn’t the city she was running away from. It was her life. And she still found beauty in the city that she lived in. “I can’t say that I’ve ever been there, but I did spend some time in Boston for a while. With my old job, you’d think I would have loved the city.”

“What was your old job?” she questioned getting a laugh from Joel who started walking again. Swiftly moving forward, she did her best to catch up with him. Having her asking him about his life had turned him completely off of their discussion. “What? You weren’t always co-owner of the local inn?”

“This was Tommy’s idea,” Joel snorted, his nose wrinkling when he thought about the inn that they ran together. Giving her a quick glance, Joel swallowed down hard when he realized that she was staring out at him with big eyes desperate to have some kind of conversation. “I used to be a contractor. Ran my own business.”

“No shit!” she was blunt in response evoking another grunt from Joel’s throat. Truthfully? It was hard to pinpoint the kind of person that she was. When he first saw her eyeballing the inn when she arrived, he thought she was a stuck-up person. But when she said things like that? He thought something completely different. “Then a place like New York is perfect for you. If you’re a contractor…”

“I was a contractor!” Joel spoke loudly, interrupting her train of thought. There was some color growing in her cheeks and he didn’t know if it was from the cold or the embarrassment of being shut down by him.

“I was just saying I think you’d really love some of the buildings that were there,” she spoke quietly, unaware if she had offended him in some way. There appeared to be a sense of anger flooding throughout his body and she wondered what she had done. “Just getting to walk around would be enjoyable I think. You could get lost for hours. There is this church that I like to…”

“Isn’t it cold in New York City?” Joel shut her down once more with her talking about her thoughts on whether he would enjoy something or not. Noticing the way that she was tremoring, Joel found himself frustrated with her. “Why the hell did you come here with just that?”

“Yeah. Of course it’s cold in New York City. It’s just, not this cold,” she explained to him, rubbing her hands together as she tried to gather some warmth. Noticing that people were starting to stare at her while she walked with Joel made her feel out of place and uncomfortable. “People are staring at me.”

“Well, yeah. You kind of stand out like a sore thumb darlin’,” Joel reminded her with a raspy laugh. People around here were always sticking their nose in other people’s business so he wasn’t surprised that she was having people giving her weird looks. “You look like you’re dressed for a run in Central Park during the spring. Not for a walk-through Wyoming during the winter. You’re gonna draw attention. Plus, everyone knows everyone around here. And they don’t wear the kinda clothes that you do. That’s why I said, none of this really made sense with what you decided to do. We get people coming here all the time because they want to do the skiing. Or they want to see movie locations from the films that were done out here. But no one usually comes alone. Especially at Christmas time. Most businesses don’t pass through here. Hell, only twelve major cities in the United States have direct flights to Jackson. So, people aren’t gonna be used to someone like you.”

“It can’t be that bad,” she took a look around realizing that she was in fact getting strange looks from people as they passed. That was going to be hard getting used to. In New York City? For the most part, she felt invisible. Here, she was the center of attention. “Okay. So at least the mountains and the bed at the inn are nice. The people? They make me kind of ill at ease.”

“I don’t know what you expect,” Joel waved his hand about in the air, his blood boiling when he thought about her decision to just randomly show up to a city she knew nothing about. “I think if you told anyone how you ended up here, they would look at you like you were nuts. You don’t fit in here.”

“I recognize that,” she agreed with him, biting down on her bottom lip. Feeling guilty about things, she shrugged her shoulders and sighed loudly. “Let’s just say I wasn’t in the best headspace when I decided to get on a plane and leave.”

“Gotcha,” Joel grumbled under his breath, clinging tightly to the bag that was thrown over his shoulder. “I think that was fairly obvious. Most people don’t get on a plane and just have a stranger pick where they are going.”

“I just wanted to get away,” she was honest with Joel, not elaborating because she remembered him telling her the night before that he didn’t really care. Looking around them, she caught sight of the old movie theater that was across the street. And right beside it there was a grocery store. What really caught her attention was the names of things. The Grand Teton Theater. Twin Sisters Grocer. The Main Street Gallery. This was undoubtedly a small town. From their blacksmith to their hardware store. Everything looked like it was out of an old western film that was doing its best to cover up and pretend to be a modern town. “Let’s just say life isn’t really the best right now.”

“How bad can it be?” Joel retorted, his nose wrinkling in what looked like disgust. His question seemed to upset her when she cleared her throat uneasily. “I just mean you visibly have a large amount of money. You can do whatever you want. I picture you have a fancy apartment where you can watch the city. And enjoy it with your family.”

“I don’t have a family,” she muttered under her breath, her body tense when Joel stopped to steal a quick glance at her. “I’m alone.”

“Then friends?” Joel continued, stressing that there had to be something other than making crass decisions to fly herself out to the middle of nowhere. Knowing no one was likely worse than staying in a place where she had someone.

“I was really focused on work and school. The friends that I did have, they’ve moved on. They have families…” she started to ramble on about her life having Joel’s eyelids growing heavy. Opening up to him was hard because she really never did that with anyone back home. “I have friends, but no one that I’m incredibly close to that would even notice that I’m gone. They are used to me working. And I’m close to some people I work with, but again, not that close.”

“Boyfriend? Husband?” Joel breathed out, desperate to find something to help her realize that life couldn’t be as awful as she thought it was back at home.

“My boyfriend and I recently broke up,” she declared having Joel’s prominent dimple sinking in with his eyes rolling. “He was the lead surgeon at the hospital that I work at.”

“I’m gonna assume that he dumped you,” Joel stammered, his throat tensing up when she stopped walking with him to glare out at him. “Your reaction tells me I’m right. You wouldn’t be running away from your life if you were the one that broke up with him.”

“I’m getting the hint that’s not why you said that,” she frowned, forcing herself to look down and away from Joel. The energy that she originally had in talking to him before was gone. It was obvious that he had offended her. “Am I really that off putting?”

Joel didn’t know what to say, so he stayed quiet, “My boyfriend was cheating on me with the chief of staff of the hospital. When I found out, he told me it was my fault because I was too busy with my job. Which is funny since he’s the lead surgeon and he worked more than I ever did. He said I wasn’t emotionally available and he…”

“Listen, I don’t know how I gave you the impression that somehow I care about your personal life because I don’t,” Joel started, his southern drawl getting thicker when they came to a stop on the corner of Main Street together. “I’m trying to pretend that I care enough so I can get through this walk with you. I’m only doing this because it’s what my brother wanted. I don’t care about your life. I don’t want to hear about it. Pretty soon, you’re gonna realize that this place isn’t for you and you’re gonna leave to go back to your apartment in the city.”

“Brownstone. I own a brownstone in the city,” she corrected him eliciting an amused rumble from him. Of all the things for her to respond to, she had to remind him that she was richer than he was suggesting.

“Of course you do,” Joel scoffed, waving his hand about in the air. “You’re pampered Y/N. And you think everyone is supposed to care about you. Why you’re here. But no one does. You’re just an insignificant person in a town of people that are curious as to why you’re here because you don’t fit in. Soon, you’ll go back to New York City and just disappear into the crowd like everyone does in that city. So why don’t you gift me with some silence on our walk so I can actually enjoy it.”

“Wow,” she felt her heart skip a beat, her lips parting after it felt like she got kicked in the gut with what he just said to her. “You really are an asshole. Here I was just thinking it was you having a bad day and it was the alcohol talking. But no. You think just because I have money that I should be happy? Do you even know how I have my money? Why I have the place that I do? How hard I worked to get where I am? Why I took…”

“I’m trying to act like I care, but I don’t,” Joel interrupted her, holding his hand up in the air realizing that she was getting upset. “And you caring that I don’t care doesn’t make sense to me Y/N. I’m just an insignificant asshole who co-owns an inn that you are staying at. I’m a miserable person. Caring what I think proves that you are not in the right state of mind.”

Swallowing down the emotions that she was experiencing after what he had said to her, Joel shook his head and pointed his finger in the distance, “There are two places you can buy clothes on this street. The Nubuck Leather Company, which let’s be honest isn’t gonna do anything for you in this weather. And the other is the Main Street Outfitters. That’s where I think you’re gonna find what you need. It won’t be your style and you will likely snub your nose at it like you’ve done everything else, but at least you’ll be warm.”

Dropping his hand down at his side, Joel shook his head and nodded off in the other direction, “There’s nothing for you here Y/N. You really should just go home and figure things out there. But until then, I have things to do.”

Leaving her on the corner of the street, Joel walked in the opposite direction from where she would be headed to get clothes. Right then and there any positivity that she had been feeling was sucked right out of her from the things that Joel had said to her. It left her feeling like maybe she should have just gone back to the inn, grabbed her things and left. Then again? She knew how people treated her in New York and she wasn’t about to let people chase her away from here as well. She wanted something new for a while and she was going to force herself to try.

Walking down the street, she kept her head down. On the corner was the public library. There was a Main Street Gallery. Another grocery store. And across the street something drew her eyes to the town center. There was an archway made completely of antlers at the entrance of it. This was a weird town, but she was going to prove Joel wrong. She was going to show that she could make it here for a few more days.

Reaching the Main Street Outfitters, she entered the store and immediately felt out of place. Joel wasn’t wrong. She did stand out like a sore thumb. Browsing through the clothing racks, she just grabbed a few random things here and there that would fit her. These weren’t things that she would normally choose to wear, but she had to consider that this wasn’t a normal situation. Unlike Joel, there was a young girl at the store that was eager to help her find things to wear that she thought would look nice on Y/N. And she seemed excited to find out how Y/N got to town. When the girl found out Y/N was a doctor, it opened up a whole lot of discussion for the two of them. It sounded like they were lacking doctors and a good hospital around town.

After she got some things for herself and grabbed another traveling bag to put the clothes in, she took the walk back to the inn. Tommy wasn’t wrong when he told her everything was in walking distance. It really was. This was a very small town and she felt like she could easily walk through it all in a day. It would take longer to learn everything and understand it, but it wouldn’t take a lot out of her to walk it.

Getting back, she changed and then came back downstairs. The lobby was no longer as full as it was previously. Taking a seat on the steps, she knew that she just needed some time to get accustomed to things. Maybe walking around town was for the best.

“Hey there,” someone called out from the registration office getting Y/N to lift her head up. This time it was a woman that was there, her smile bright and welcoming. Stepping out of the room, the woman stepped before Y/N and held her hand out. “My name is Maria. I imagine you are Ms. Y/N. The woman that Tommy told me about.”

“Do I stand out that much?” she wondered, accepting the handshake that Maria was offering her. Maybe she was starting to think that Joel was right with this town.

“Well, all of the people that checked into this hotel did during the day and I already knew their faces. Your face, I don’t know yet,” Maria was honest with her, resting her arm on the handrail of the staircase while she spoke with Y/N.

“I feel better to hear that,” Y/N admitted, hating to think that she stood out that much. “After the way Joel treated me a few minutes ago, I was starting to think that I looked like an alien of some kind.”

“Oh boy,” Maria exhaled loudly, motioning Y/N to follow her. There was a look of disappointment that filled Maria’s face, but it didn’t seem like she was shocked that Joel had offended her. “How about I buy you a coffee and show you around the inn? Unless you already walked around?”

“I have not,” Y/N pulled herself up from the steps knowing that Maria was just trying to be kind in a moment where her brother-in-law wasn’t. Following Maria through the hallways, Y/N couldn’t help but stop to look at the décor while they walked around. “Did Tommy leave?”

“Yeah, he needed to get some sleep,” Maria answered with a weak smile, pointing down the hallway. “So at the end of this hallway, we have the restaurant and the bar that are connected to the hotel. They both draw a lot of people from town to come in. Enjoy a meal, a few drinks. We have bands play here a lot. It’s a lot of fun during some of our busier nights. If you don’t want to leave the inn, this bar is fine. But if you want to go to a nicer bar, I would suggest The Tipsy Bison. Joel and Tommy would swear by it. That’s where we go most nights to hang out. If you’re more into the wild crowd, there is a cowboy joint a few blocks over. It's popular with the tourists, but The Tipsy Bison is more so a local favorite. The cowboy joint pulls out all the bells and whistles. Worth seeing once, but other than that? It’s nothing special. Expensive drinks. Shitty food. You’re just paying for the environment.”

Listening closely, Y/N figured it was smart to learn about places from someone who actually lived there. Motioning Y/N to wait after they entered the restaurant, Maria was quick to head toward the kitchen area. Talking to someone in the doorway, Maria followed them and then came back with two to-go coffee cups for them.

“I hope you don’t mind peppermint mocha,” Maria muttered, handing the coffee that she had grabbed to Y/N who happily accepted. “We’re big on our Christmas flavors out here during this time of the year.”

“Sounds great,” Y/N took a sip of the drink, knowing that she wouldn’t turn it down because it was a nice gesture. Kindness seemed to be something that was very prevalent in both Tommy and Maria. Walking beside Maria, they took the same route back toward the lobby. What she was trying to do was take in all the decorations and information that were on the walls as they walked. Maria picked up on it so they were moving slow enough for her to do so. Part of her was amused by the cowboy sculptures and paintings, but she didn’t want to laugh. There was that chance she would offend Maria who had been nothing but kind to her. Getting another glance at the slot machines she had seen when she first arrived had her interested in learning more about the place. “I take it people are big into gambling out here.”

“Oh yeah. The original owners wanted this to be somewhere people could gamble when it first opened. That’s why you will see a lot of the blackjack memorabilia. We’re trying to keep the history of this inn alive,” Maria educated Y/N about the place she was currently staying at. “Really, there is some interesting stuff to learn if you take a look at everything that hangs on the walls. If you ever get overwhelmed and just want to relax? Down in the fitness area we have a few jacuzzies that you can get in. They are duo sized, but they are nice. And we have a tiny relax pool down there too.”

“Are there any big events that you do for Christmas?” Y/N wondered if there was something that she could actually look forward to in being here since this was a small town.

“You missed the tree lighting, that was in November. But right now? The town does the twelve days of Christmas. At certain locations, people like to do cookie decorating contests. Ice sculptures. Caroling. We have a lot of open mic nights at The Tipsy Bison. If you’re still here on Christmas the town puts together a really nice Christmas dinner that you can enjoy with people from around town. Santa appears at the square every day until Christmas Eve. On Christmas day they have him at the resort coming down on a tram. You can ski with him if you’re into that kind of thing. There is free ice skating. A holiday market that they do a little ways away. It’s a twenty-minute drive or so. They also do horse drawn sleigh rides. Those are cute.”

“So there is something to do here,” Y/N noted that there seemed to be things that she could get involved in while she was staying here. Just by looking at the area? You wouldn’t think there was much someone could look forward to.

“Tommy said you were from New York City?” Maria confirmed with Y/N who gave a simple nod in return. “It’s not like that. So don’t expect something grand and big like they do there. But it’s nice and homey. Like something out of those Christmas movies you’d watch on the television. I do kind of feel like I’m living on the set of a small film every day of my life. There is always something new and interesting happening.”

“I can see why you’d feel that way,” Y/N agreed with what Maria had expressed. When she woke up this morning and looked outside her window it felt like she had either traveled to the past or she was living on a movie set. Now that Maria mentioned Christmas movies on the television, this place did remind her of something that she would have watched on Hallmark or something like that back in the day. Stopping in one of the hallways, Y/N let out an amused sound when they came to another big bear sculpture. Unlike the one outside, this one was inside of a glass case. And it made her smile. “There is so much to see here.”

“I know it can be a little cheesy at first, but it does wear off on you,” Maria promised her, giving a wink when Y/N’s eyes gazed back at her. “Joel is really into the old west. Tommy? Not so much. But since he came here and owns the place? I think it really started to rub off on him.”

“Joel’s the one that likes this cowboy stuff?” Y/N found that bit of information interesting considering Joel was such a grumpy prick. Y/N was surprised that Joel liked anything at all. “I figured he hated everything with his attitude.”

Hearing that had Maria laughing, but she tried to cover it up by slapping her palm over her own mouth. It was hard not to be entertained by Maria’s reaction to her comment.

“Joel is a hard guy to get used to,” Maria frowned as they started moving down another part of the hallways. Even though this was a small place, there were a lot of places to get lost in. There really was so much to see. “Once you start to peel back the layers, you see the good parts of him, but there is more to him than you think there is.”

“Other than a condescending asshole?” she scoffed, her face growing hot when she thought back to their conversation earlier. “He has a good way of making you feel small.”

“He’s just eager to push everyone away,” Maria attempted to explain, but it was hard considering Y/N was a stranger. “If you knew his past, you’d understand it. It’s not right, but you’d understand it.”

“The sad thing is that I thought he was cute when I first saw him. With those big, brown eyes,” Y/N admitted getting a shocked sound to fall from Maria’s lips. Confessing that she was attracted to Maria’s brother-in-law was probably not the smartest of things, but she was opening herself more up to these people. They weren’t people she was going to know for long, so what did it matter? “There was something incredibly charming about his messy hair and the way that he dresses. And then he opened his mouth and ruined everything.”

“The big browns do get you. That’s how I feel for Tommy,” Maria playfully nudged at Y/N’s shoulder showing that she was attempting to bond with Y/N. A loud rumble of a growl came from Y/N’s stomach with her head dropping down to look. “You’re hungry, huh?”

“I guess so,” Y/N frowned, placing her hand in over her stomach. Well, that was embarrassing. “I haven’t eaten much in a few days. I got a few things from the vending machine, but my stomach wants something else clearly.”

“It’s what?” Maria lifted her wrist to look down at her watch for the time. “We’re reaching brunch time. If I were you? I would go across the street to The Pig Pit. It may not sound the most appetizing, but they have great homemade food. Especially breakfast. You can get a lot for cheap. They have some really fun pancakes and waffle dishes around this time of the year. I would go with you, but I already grabbed some breakfast and someone needs to be in charge around here.”

“Thank you again for showing me around,” Y/N stopped to turn and face Maria. There was something about Maria’s smile that was just so inviting. It was contagious really and it made her feel warm on the inside. Maria was someone that she got good vibes from immediately. “You and your husband have been nothing but welcoming to me. I see why the two of you are together. You’re very much alike.”

“Don’t tell him that. We don’t want it to get to his head,” Maria laughed, shaking her head at the comment and folding her arms out in front of her chest. “Don’t be a stranger. Tommy and I love to talk, so if you’re ever looking for a conversation, we’re around.”

“Thank you for that,” Y/N said her goodbyes to Maria and she was grateful for her. At least now she knew that she wasn’t completely alone in this town of strangers. Tommy and Maria had been nothing but hospitable with her. It was a nice feeling that Maria left her with.

Following the instructions that Maria gave her before she took off, Y/N headed over to The Pig Pit like Maria had suggested. Pulling open the door, Y/N felt her heart skip a beat when she entered the restaurant. Almost immediately, everyone that was seated looked back to stare out at her alone. The place was full. That must have meant it was good. But it still made her feel out of place to be there. Taking a look around, she realized it was all mostly wood. That was a popular design that town seemed to have. Rustic, wooden places.

A waitress came to ask her if she was waiting for someone and when she said she was alone the waitress seemed excited, “Thank God for that. We only have a small table left.”

“Are you guys always this busy?” Y/N followed the waitress through the crowd starting to get nervous at how many people’s attention she was drawing. Even though she was dressed like them now, it seemed like they still picked up on the fact that she didn’t fit in.

“Yeah. We get a good crowd in the mornings and afternoons,” the woman explained, leading her toward a table that had a lump growing in Y/N’s throat when she saw it. Sitting at the table behind the one that she was being led to was Joel. Before him on the table was a single cup of coffee and he was reading the newspaper. “So, you’re new to town, huh? Are you here visiting family for the holiday?”

Hearing that question had Joel’s long eyelashes fluttering with his eyes raising. Once he realized that it was Y/N the waitress was asking the question to it seemed to draw out a tiny scoff from him. Reaching for his coffee, Joel took a long sip of it and went back to his newspaper ignoring her.

“I’m just visiting. Not sure how long. But no, I don’t have any family here,” Y/N confessed staring out at the table. There were two options. She could sit directly behind Joel where there was some room for her to sit comfortably. Or she could sit at the other side where a large man was seated behind that area which would have left her with less room. Taking the seat behind Joel had him grumbling under his breath when he scoot in closer to his table.

“Where are you staying?” the waitress questioned, speaking loud enough so that Y/N could hear her through the chatter that was loud in the restaurant. With how busy this place was? It could have been New York City. Everything was always busy in New York. So this felt like home for her. Except. Not.

“The Copper Peak Inn,” Y/N was quick to answer, her face growing hot when the waitress reached out to hit Joel with the pad of paper that she was carrying.

“So this guy and his brother are hosting you, huh?” the waitress stammered, not getting much of a reaction out of Joel. Out of the corner of her eye, Y/N noticed that it made Joel cringe. “That’s a beautiful place to be. You made the right decision.”

Silence fell between the two of them with how awkward things grew, “I tell you what? We’re famous for our hot chocolate here. How about I go get you a classic? On the house. You can look at your menu, get a feel for things while you warm up.”

“Are you sure you want to do that?” Y/N was shocked to see that people were actually friendly here with her since she was in fact a stranger. The waitress nodded and Y/N knew that she couldn’t deny the hospitality. “That’s really nice of you to offer.”

“Alright honey, I’ll be right back,” the waitress promised, giving another big smile and back stepping away from the table.

“So…” Joel slurred from behind her, turning in his chair slightly so that he could mutter something to her. “Are they all looking at you?”

Turning her head, Y/N noticed that the entire restaurant did continue to steal looks at her from where she was seated. Letting out an anxious sound evoked a deep rumble of a laugh to fall from Joel’s lips. “I thought so.”

“Why are they like that?” Y/N tried to force herself to look down at her menu that she had grabbed swiftly from the side of the table. The last thing she wanted to do was focus on how she was being watched by a bunch of strangers.

“It’s the small-town effect,” Joel grumbled under his breath, turning back in his seat facing away from her. “People can’t help but notice that one thing that is different in town. So they have to gawk. Unfortunately? That just happens to be you.”

“You have a gigantic ski resort not far from here. How are they not used to strangers?” she was curious why she was someone gaining their full attention.

“Because most people that come out here, stay at one of the resorts,” Joel informed her, turning in his chair so that he could look back at her. Doing the same, their eyes locked and he shrugged his shoulders. “The Four Seasons hotel or some shit. They go with their families. They don’t come alone. Anyone who stays in town is usually here for their family. You? You however are alone. It stands out to people like this. You should have seen the way they were when Tommy and I moved to town. People like getting in your business in small towns.”

“In New York people don’t give a shit,” she acknowledged causing Joel to scoff under his breath and reach for his coffee. “I think you could walk through a park alone and people would never realize that you were there.”

“And that’s the kind of life that you prefer?” Joel inquired, his eyebrow arching up in curiosity with a large slurping sound that followed. It almost felt like he was slurping loud purposely to be annoying. “You seem like the kind of person that wants everyone to notice her. So this town is right up your alley.”

“And you seem like the kind of person that wants to be left the fuck alone, so New York might be more up yours,” she threw out, a scowl tugging at her features. After all the negative comments he made about her recently, she was getting sick of it. So instead of taking it, she just gave him back the attitude.

Thinking about what she said had a tiny smirk pulling at Joel’s lips when he lowered the coffee cup down, “Touché.”

They were both turned sideways in their chairs not looking at each other, but still managing to somehow have a conversation, “I prefer it out here. I’ve lived in a big city. I didn’t like it.”

“Did you ever like anything?” she replied back provoking an annoyed sound to fall from his throat. Yet, a small laugh followed afterwards. Shaking his head, Joel’s eyebrows bounced up and he took another sip of his coffee. “I like how anything feels like it’s possible in New York. Everything there appeals to me.”

“Here you are!” the waitress came back with a vintage looking mug. There was a significant amount of whipped cream on top of it, followed by a giant marshmallow and two pieces of chocolate that were sticking out of the whipped cream. Red and green colored sprinkles were shaken over the whipped cream and it made her smile. It was the true definition of homemade and it reminded her of her youth. “Enjoy! Do you have any idea what you want to eat yet hun?”

“I’m still looking. Thank you,” Y/N offered up a bright smile realizing that she had barely taken a look at the menu. With a nod, the waitress went off to check on the rest of the customers in the busy restaurant. “Do you have any suggestions?”

“Well, it’s called The Pig Pit,” Joel reminded her with a snort, pointing toward the logo that was on top of the menu. It was a gawdy logo of a pig with flying wings that made her smirk. “So they are obviously into their pig options. Bacon, ham, sausage…”

“And what do you like?” she inquired, tipping her head to the side to look at Joel who huffed and shrugged his shoulders. “No suggestions?”

“How hungry are you? They have big breakfast plates that have all of their meats with eggs, hashbrowns and toast. If you’re not into that kind of thing, they have all kinds of pancakes and waffles. They also have this really big cinnamon roll that’s probably as big as your head for pretty cheap. It has toffee, cinnamon, pecans…the whole thing,” Joel explained to her and it was the first time she felt like Joel talked to her this long without some kind of insult slung at her. “Then again, I reckon the price of things doesn’t matter much to you.”

“Damn, we were doing well,” she huffed, reaching out to grab one of the pieces of chocolate that were sticking out of her glass. Bringing it up to her lips, she gave it a tiny bite and shook her head. “That was the first time you had put together that long of a sentence without insulting me. And then you had to break it.”

“You consider that an insult?” Joel wondered, a raspy laugh escaping him. “I’m just saying, I think you’d be able to get whatever you wanted and not worry about the price. A hot chocolate like that in New York I’m sure would cost you a hefty amount.”

“There is actually this little Christmas village that they set up every year in Bryant Park. There are a lot of hot chocolate places that go above and beyond. It’s like a work of art really. It’s so pretty you would rather take photos of it instead of drink it and they are often at least ten dollars,” she alerted Joel with a long a sigh, reaching for the hot chocolate to take a long sip of it. There was an incredible richness to the hot chocolate that had been brought to her and it surprised her how flavorful it actually was.

Setting her drink back down, she noticed that Joel was staring out at her with an amused expression, “What?”

Shaking his head, Joel reached for a napkin handing it to her. Pointing at her face had a warmth flooding into her features, “You’ve got some whipped cream all over your face there.”

“God,” she was embarrassed, turning away from him and the crowd. Being quick in the way that she wiped at her face had Joel chuckling.

“I notice you two keep talking,” the waitress approached both Joel and Y/N drawing them to look up at her. “Do the two of you want to share a table? Open one up for us just in case.”

“No,” they both were quick to respond with Joel turning his chair back toward his table. Shrugging her shoulders, the waitress moved to the free seat that was open across from Y/N.

“So? What can I get you?” the woman opened her notepad, prepared to take Y/N’s order.

“Joel said you do a pretty good cinnamon roll. I guess I can go with that?” she responded, not sure of what to order exactly. Truthfully? She still hadn’t looked much at the menu.

“Do you want anything else? I can bring you some eggs, one of the meats and potatoes for not much more added on,” the woman suggested and Y/N didn’t know what to do really. It felt like she was on the spot since she really hadn’t taken a look at the menu. Just nodding her head, she didn’t want to be rude and it seemed to excite the waitress. “Okay then, hun! What would you like for the meat?”

“I don’t know,” she was quick to respond looking around the restaurant in search of what may have looked good. “What would you…”

“She’ll have the bacon,” Joel spoke up for her, his back still turned away from the table while he looked over the newspaper. “And the eggs over medium.”

“I’ll have the bacon I guess and what he said about the eggs,” she repeated what Joel answered, her face flushing over with more color when the waitress gave her a nod and got up from the table.

“You’ll thank me later about the bacon,” Joel commented from behind her again getting her to look back over her shoulder in amusement. Sipping at his coffee, Joel didn’t seem to be too focused on her as he read his paper. “And the eggs are the safest bet. The scrambled are too dry. Sometimes they have shells. Over easy isn’t good enough. Over hard is disgusting. Over medium is perfect.”

“You sure you don’t want to join me at the table? You were pretty much the one that picked out my breakfast,” she reminded him, her hand drawing out against the tabletop. Since Joel had started talking to her she had really forgotten about being the center of the attention of those that were surrounding them.

“I actually came here to get some peace and be left alone,” Joel alerted her with a grunt, not bothering to look back at her this time. “I’d like to get a little of that before I have to go back to the inn. So if you don’t mind.”

“Well excuse me,” she waved her hand about dramatically, letting out a surprised sound when the waitress had come back to her table to sit down across from her. There was a big smile over her face and Y/N didn’t know how to react. People weren’t usually this forward in New York City. “Hi.”

“I’m very curious about you,” the woman explained, pressing her hands out over the center of the table. It was then that Y/N noticed her nails were painted and decorated in a very Christmas way. “Where are you from? What do you do for a living? What brought you to town?”

“Well,” Y/N felt a little overwhelmed with how pressing the woman was being, desperate to get some kind of information from Y/N. It made Y/N wonder if the waitress would then be used by the rest of the town to get the gossip. “I’m from New York City.”

“New York City!” the waitress’s voice grew louder, her eyes getting bigger at her response. With how loud she was speaking, Y/N was pretty sure that the people surrounding them could hear her too. “You came all the way from New York City to out here? How long was that plane ride? I bet it’s beautiful out there during this time of the year. I’ve always seen those videos on the internet about New York City during Christmas. Y’all always seem so ahead with all the things you pull out.”

“The plane ride was about seven hours,” Y/N focused on the question that she was asked, noticing that a few of the people that were close seemed to be listening in. “I am a trauma surgeon at one of the hospitals out there.”

“A doctor!” the woman was just as excited to hear that as she was to hear where Y/N came from. “We don’t have a lot of doctors out here. I mean we do, but no one incredibly impressive. Our hospital is really small. Nothing like I’m sure you’ll find in New York City.”

What could Y/N really say to that? She just nodded and reached for her drink to take a sip of it, “You never said why you were out here? What brought you to Jackson?”

“I uh…” Y/N thought about that answer knowing that Joel had made her feel incredibly stupid about the truth of that. “I wasn’t feeling the best about my life so I had someone drive me to an airport. I had the woman I spoke to at the desk pick for me where I was going. I didn’t know I was coming to Jackson until I was at the gate. I just asked for her to pick a place where I would be leaving soon that was nothing like New York City. And here I ended up. With nothing more than the bag on my shoulder.”

“Well that’s exciting,” the waitress settled into the chair visibly getting comfortable. “Why were you down on your life?”

“Careful, this one will tell you her life story,” Joel scoffed from where he was seated causing a frustrated breath to fall from Y/N’s lips. Something told her though that this waitress might be more eager to hear about her life than Joel was. “You might be there all day.”

“I don’t mind, I love hearing stories,” the woman tried to assure Y/N, but someone in the distance was calling out to the waitress trying to get her attention. It seemed like she may have been the only waitress there at that time so it didn’t make much sense for her to have a conversation with Y/N. “Alright! Alright! Keep your pants on. I’m coming. We should finish this conversation some other time though. I’d love to hear about things.”

There was a sense of sadness that started to eat away at her. Talking about why she was here reminded her all over again how miserable she was back home. There was nothing for someone to be impressed with. And in that moment? She realized that she was truly alone. In the middle of nowhere surrounded by strangers that she had no idea who they were. Why she thought this would be a good idea was beyond her.

Lowering her head, she stroked her fingers along the mug that was before her on the table. Hearing movement behind her, she looked over her shoulder and saw that Joel was standing up. Folding up his newspaper, he put it under his arm and gave her a once over.

“Well, I’m headed out. Did you get all of your shopping done?” Joel wondered, his eyebrows bouncing up when she simply just gave him a small nod. “Good. We don’t need you freezing while you’re staying here. The story of a dead woman coming out to our inn wouldn’t be the best press. Then again, I have no idea how long you plan on staying with us.”

Pushing his chair in, Joel moved forward and realized that she wasn’t saying much in return. What he expected was a returned moment of sass, but he could tell that she looked unhappy, “You enjoy your breakfast. I hope my recommendations don’t let you down.”

And with that? Joel left. What was sad was that he was actually a comfort to Y/N. It took him leaving for her to realize that. He was a familiar face. Now she was surrounded by people that she didn’t really know. Back home, she would usually just pick something up to eat and take it home or sit somewhere like a park. Even if she was alone there, it didn’t feel as strange as it did here.

Pretty quickly her thoughts were brought back down to Earth when the waitress came back with her order. There was an incredible amount of food before her and she had no idea if she would be able to eat it. Joel was right. The cinnamon roll was huge. That alone probably would have been good enough for her breakfast.

“Say,” Y/N called out to the waitress before she could take off again. “Do you have any suggestions about what I can do around this area? Something to keep myself distracted.”

“Well, specifically around here not really. Not until night at least. At nighttime, there is nothing quite like the sky above Jackson. The stars are so clear. It’s calm and quiet. Walking around town with the Christmas decorations is beautiful. Near town square, we have a little area that’s decorated pretty nicely…well nicely for us. The magic really comes to life at night. Unless you’re looking for a resort escape with skiing during the day.”

“I don’t ski,” Y/N whispered, dropping her head down to push her plate slightly forward. “I’m afraid of heights.”

“Well then,” the waitress stepped forward to place her hand in over Y/N’s shoulder to give it a firm squeeze. “I’m sure you’ll find something to keep your interest until tonight.”

Left alone to herself, Y/N took a look around the restaurant and swallowed down hard. Maybe this really was a mistake.

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ilikecrowns · 10 months ago

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Closet

Alessia Russo x f!reader

Reader has liked alessia for as long as she can remember, alas it has always been unrequited, as alessia appears to be straight. That is until one day the news spreads something that she wasn’t ready for.

based on this request here

1k words (sorry it’s so short, i might make a part two)

warnings- none yet again! (i’m good at this)

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Watching Alessia in training everyday with the most adorable smile that's somehow always present on her face, completely and utterly destroyed me. There wasn't a hand I wanted more to hold, or hair I wanted more to softly stoke whilst laying besides her. Eventually, I decided it was best to get over her.

After all, she was straight, and would never ever want to be with me.

A sharp knocking on the door broke me from my pitiful state as I sat alone on my sofa, long past midnight, caressing a bowl of cookie dough ice cream. The only person I'd ever expect to turn up at my front door was the postman, and even then I probably see him far too often (my online shopping addiction is a matter to discuss on another occasion).

After shooting up from the sofa and practically spilling the whole semi-melted bowl of creamy heaven, I found myself standing at the door. Times like these make me realise a peephole is definitely worth it.

With no other way of knowing who on earth was banging on my front door at the devil's hour, the only thing for it was to open it up.

And there, looking in all her beautiful blonde glory was the one woman I swore to forget.

Alessia damn Russo.

"Hey...." she sheepishly smiled, clutching her arms in a feeble manner.

"Alessia," I stood there shocked, like a prey about to get pounced on. However, this predator was the most stunning, kind and adorable animal you'd ever see.

"I'm... i'm so sorry. I really hope i'm not interrupting you. It's just... I just," she started hyperventilating at this point, tears spilling down her cheeks faster than my hands could catch them.

"Less, it's okay, calm down, what's going on?"

"Someone... someone found me... found me kissing someone at a bar and and and-"

I raised my eyebrows, wondering where on earth this was going. I couldn't hide the sharp pain to my heart I felt as the words 'kissing someone at the bar' gave me, but right then I needed to be there for my friend.

"-and they took a pic and it's everywhere on the internet and now everyone knows, y/n/n, they all know!!"

I just looked at her completely bewildered.

"Everyone knows what, Less?" I never knew kissing someone at a club was the biggest deal in the world, but I guess some crazy fans certainly would find it to be the next focal point of their lives.

"Just... just look." she sobbed again, holding her phone out so I could see the picture she had up on it.

It was Alessia kissing a woman.

Rather awkwardly, I must admit. It looked like the poor thing didn't know her lips were attached to her face and that hands were absolutely not ever allowed anywhere near the person she was practically eating alive.

I raised my eyebrows, not sure whether to laugh at the hilarity of the awful kiss, or stay composed and empathetic for my 'former' crush.

"Honey...." I start, putting a hand onto Alessia's shoulder and offering her a warm smile, "Everything is going to be okay. Have you actually LOOKED at what people have said? You chose the right career to be gay in by the way, good job."

She gasped as soon as the word 'gay' left my mouth.

"Gay? I-i'm not..." she stopped, trying to find the best words as to not offend me, "I really really really just don't want everyone to know."

"What's the main reason behind that, Less?" I grabbed some tissues and dabbed at the tear stains around her eyes, followed by guiding her to my sofa.

"Because!" she exclaimed, getting up almost immediately after sitting down in an angry flourish.

I was almost astonished at the fact I'd completely glossed over the fact Alessia had kissed. a. girl.

"Lessi? if you wanted practice, you could have just asked me, by the way. That kiss looked painful..." I tried to make light of the situation, however soon after her meltdown it may have been.

She stopped her pacing, and turned to look at me.

A sharp blush instantly rose to her cheeks, followed straight after by a curious glint in her eye.

"You... you would do that for me?"

"I-"

"OH MY GOD Y/N I LOVE YOU!" her crying completely ceased, and she grabbed my face into her hands, planting a deep passionate kiss on my cheek.

All I could do was sigh to myself. If only she knew what she was doing to me.

The talented striker then gulped an entire glass of water in less than 10 seconds- which to me was hella impressive- and hastily applied about five layers of lipgloss to her lips.

"Alessia... I don't think this is a very good-" she shut me up with a messy, rushed and extremely, well, awful, kiss.

My eyes shot wide open, not in a million years had I expected my crush to kiss me and for me to feel extremely uncomfortable.

"God, Alessia, please tell me you didn't drink the entire bar," I face palmed, now finally realising how unbelievably drunk she must be to even consider doing something this bold.

"No no I just had a few, now sit still i'm not done!" She shut me up yet again with another bruising kiss, this time she tried sliding her tongue into my mouth which I absolutely was not having when she was so out of it. Plus, I was pretty afraid she'd eat me alive.

I gently pushed her off me, raising my hand to wave it in front of her still closed eyes and puckered lips face.

"Right, it's bed time! We will talk more about whatever the hell just happened in the morning, but for now, you need to rest. And for the love of god never get drunk again."

I wasn't sure how much I meant that last sentence, because no matter how painful that kiss was, I still got to experience what I’d dreamt of for years.

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drluvsick · 7 months ago

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𝐋𝐄𝐓 𝐃𝐎𝐖𝐍 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐖𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐒 — 𝐠𝐢𝐲𝐮 𝐭𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐨𝐤𝐚

a person who’s lost those close to him and a person with trust issues— two close friends put on a mission together where a nightmare draws your relationship closer. 📝 gn! reader. you have a nightmare and giyuu comforts you, basically. just some mild hurt to comfort with a lotta fluff <3

word count : 1.1k

giyuu tomioka. the one who thought so poorly of himself. the one who’s blocked everyone from his heart. safeguarding it. just so that he’d never have to experience the pain of losing those he loved again. locking it from everyone, except for you.

if there was someone he’d want to stay with for eternity, it’d be you.

on the other hand, you had issues from your past. the betrayals. the backstabbing. your trust in people had deteriorated across the years, until you met him.

he was never too vocal, and he never tried to initiate anything with you in the start. but something about the other’s personalities made the both of you gradually gravitate towards each other, eventually accepting the person like the click of a magnet once they’re attached.

he let you into his heart, and you trusted him with yours.

but one day, after a mission that you had been assigned to with him, things changed.

it was nighttime. the demon had been dealt with, but you and giyuu were instructed to stay in the village for a few days to monitor the people who had been infected by the demon’s blood art just in case any side effects called for your attention.

apparently, your room had already been chosen by master ubuyashiki himself— a two beds one room to share with giyuu. you were secretly looking forward to it, and unbeknownst to you, so was he; although he didn’t fully recognize it as a fact at the time.

maybe it was because he knew about your frequent nightmares. maybe his intuition called for someone you trusted to help you through them. either way, it was happening.

you did your nightly rituals (as did giyuu), conversed with him a bit, and then retreated to your bed to sleep.

sleep, which really meant participate in a lucid dream distorted to remind you of everything over and over again.

“good night, giyuu!” you called over your shoulder; facing the wall as to not creep him out.

“good night to you as well,” you heard him shuffling a bit before he faced the other wall himself, thinking that it’d probably make you uncomfortable if he just stared at your back as he was drifting to sleep.

and then once you nodded off, it begun.

you woke up abruptly, hyperventilating and forcing back your tears. you were not going to cry while he was in the room.

“(y/n)?… ” giyuu mumbled, turning to face you after a few seconds of adjusting to waking up. “are you… oh.” he immediately sat up and went over to your side, the futon dipping as his weight dropped onto it. the single tear that fell down your face alone made his heart ache.

“s-sorry. i didn’t mean to wake you up.” you quickly wiped it away, trying desperately to control your breathing.

“it’s okay,” he responded, “bad dreams, i’m guessing?” he inched a little closer to you before you nodded.

“… is it okay if i hold you?” he asked, uncertain, but determined to make you feel better. he recalled tengen pulling one of his wives in to comfort her after she’d made some sort of mistake and she started bawling. maybe him hugging you would have the same effect as tengen had on his wife.

you allowed it, gratefully putting your arms around his shoulders— a small shudder running down your spine at the warmth he provided that contrasted against the cold and dull aftermath the nightmare had left you.

“i’m sorry, i’m so sorry—” you’d said as the dam broke, tears beginning to wash down your face. you haven’t cried like this in so long— feeling the comfort of someone near you as the feelings of not being enough or loved racked through your body, the thoughts of both fighting each other as giyuu rubbed your back through it all.

you didn’t usually cry after your usual nightmares. not after you’d experienced them enough to get used to them. but this was different.

because giyuu had been in it. brutally murdered as you stood from afar, watching the scene without being able to move. the agony, the pain, the fear— as what happened so many years ago.

he called your name, so broken that you wished to just take the onslaught yourself if it meant that you’d die in his arms, looking into those eyes or succumbing to the end as he’d vainly try to alleviate the situation.

but he was here, with you. he was whispering small words of encouragement, letting you pour yourself out to him as you held onto him for dear life.

“it’s okay, it’s okay. it’s going to be alright…”

you had said no to wanting to talk about the dream, shaking your head back and forth as you recognized that if you were to tell him, you might accidentally spill your true feelings to him.

you couldn’t lose this thing you had with giyuu. not after everything, not over some silly confession.

soon, your heavy breathing slowed down as the tears ceased. you got a tissue as you turned away from him and cleaned yourself up, opting to clean your hands before going back to face him again.

and once you did, he welcomed you back with open arms. “it’s still pretty late… do you want to head back to sleep?” his voice was so soft in your ear, a melody that lulled you closer to wanting to go back to bed. but you were reminded of why you were awake again in the first place.

“i don’t want to— not with… well… the nightmares.” his neck was so warm…

“i… could sleep holding you like this, if you’d like? i don’t think it’ll help, but… ” giyuu immediately wanted to sink into the earth at that moment, why did he say that?

“i’m definitely okay with that.”

“are you sure?”

“plenty.”

moments like these are ones that you can’t capture by memory alone, not the feeling and not the experience.

not the way he hugged you under the covers as you held onto him, both sides feeling that warm fuzzy feeling in your hearts. not the way his head was positioned on yours as he shielded you, making you feel protected from the world. and definitely not the way he held you tighter and closer, whispering a small, “i love you,” which could’ve easily been mistaken for your own imagination.

but you heard it and murmured a small “i love you, too.” back.

in the end, things definitely changed. and for once in quite a while, your dreams were filled with nothing but happiness and hope for a better future.

“i… you WHAT.” you gaped in disbelief.

tanjiro apologized over and over. “i'm sorry, i’m sorry, i’m sorry! i just— he asked! and i couldn’t lie to him because he has these senses and i knew you liked him and—!!”

as he rambled on and on, you looked over at giyuu. “so you knew, and you waited that long to tell me??”

“i wanted to wait for the right moment, that’s all.”

“like…?”

“the day we first had a conversation together.”

“…forgiven.” 😍😍😍

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kichiyosh1 · 2 years ago

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Me or my mother?

scaramouche/kunikuzushi x reader

slight angst/comfort

w//: if you squint (or even if you don't) I would say this counts as a yandere kuni aswell! just cuz he is really jelly and possesive of you in this one

Let's say Ei did keep the puppet and had given him a new purpose to live freely, but due to her busy schedule, she has you keep him company. Soon, Kunikuzushi begins to realize how frequent you are to leave him for when his mother calls for you, and from there his anxiety grows. Is it jealousy or insecurity? heck if I know!

Kunikuzushi was free to stay in his mother's estate, same as he was also allowed to visit the streets of Inazuma if he ever so wishes, but that currently isn't his main objective of the day.

"Kunikuzushi!" Ah, what great timing you have.

Right from the moment he opened his eyes after what felt like a long dream, all he was able to recall from the scene was that you had stepped forward bowing your head.

"I would be honored to serve you both, my Archon."

"Excellent, then you shall be entrusted with this task."

It had only been a few weeks since then, but the puppet had already grown very attached to you, to the point you can see the visible frown on his adorable face whenever there were other duties you had to attend to. The longing looks and the hesitant grip he'd have on your sleeve along with how meek and tiny his voice would get, it really was an effective way to keep you rooted into place, and the fact that he did all this unbeknownst to even him? It really showed how innocent of a person he was. Just wants your attention is all.

"y/n! good morning, how nice of you to drop by," yeah, like he wasn't already anticipating your arrival. "Good morning to you as well, oh, I came here to drop off a few things." In your hands was a tray of food, and despite his unecessary need for it, he was insistent on trying your cooking, even willing to choke on some sweets and desserts if it meant he'd be eating food that you made just for him. "Mhm smells good, say, why don't we share the meal, I think you deserve to eat a portion of your own cooking too, right?" Giddily taking hold of the tray, ready to lead you to his place in the estate when he sees you're not following him.

"Is something the matter?"

"Nothing that should concern you too much, the Electro Archon has called me in for the day to discuss matters concerning—" His mother called for you? "Oh, unfortunately I didn't have time to prepare your food since I was busy arranging my materials, so I had one of the maids make it for you. Please go on without me, it won't take long I promise." You were already facing the opposite direction before you could finish your sentence. "Eat well kunikuzushi!" you turned your head with a wave, while all he could do was stand there, his eyes switching between the tray in his hands and your disappearing figure.

He was confused by two things, one: how could you leave him there so quickly? and two: so this ISN'T your cooking?

"Why would I eat something prepared by a stranger? blegh." He set the tray down and stuck his tongue out in a childishly manner, displeasure written all over his face and gesture with his hands curled to his chest, like he was scared the food would jump out at him or something.

"I-I wasn't hungry anyways, I'll just wait until you get back." he says to himself nodding his head, since there was no y/n in the vicinity for him to say that to. What a silly little man.

He's come to the realization that your meetings with the shogun have become more frequent, more than he would like

It was cutting off his quality time with you

Sure that's his mom you're meeting with and you basically work for her but you were also assigned to him weren't you? Which means you should be here by his side right now attending to HIS needs, not hers >:(

Why did she have to pick you of all people anyway? there are plenty others in the estate that are at her beck and call, so why did it have to be his dear y/n :(

You said it was nothing to worry about, oh but it was worrying HIM very, very much

He's tried different methods so you wouldn't have to attend those stupid meetings, latching on to you and blocking your path, the most desperate one of his attempts was probably locking you up in his room, it didn't last long though since you threatened him you'd ask for a transfer if he continued acting like this (which you meant playfully but it almost gave kuni a heart attack)

It was like watching a puppy stand by it's door waiting for it's master to come home

and everytime you would return, you would always have something to say about ei. "she was in a good mood today"," she thaught me techniques in order to do my work more efficiently." the meeting was already over so why were you still mentioning her?

With how much time you had gone from him, he was starting to think you enjoyed his mother's company more, was that it?

Was his childish personality to immature for you? do you prefer if he had that same strict and authoritive demeanor his mother had? Were you really going through with that threat of yours? wanting to transfer?

Do you really like her more than him?

Now he just HAD to be in one of those meetings, it was a must he got to the bottom of this before he goes absolutely crazy, and to his suprise you agreed to bring him to your next one

So there he was, sat a little way from you.

Oh, so was it usuall just you and his mother alone during these? which means all your attention would be on her right?

oh hell nah, she's trying to steal you away from him wasn't she?!

Kunikuzushi was quick to shoo you out of there once his mother dismissed you

cue sad ei noises because her son didn't eat any of the deserts she prepared

When you asked him why he was so quick to leave you were thrown with the most sudden question

"...what was that?"

"Me or my mother? It shouldn't be hard for you to decide right?" He was obviously the only right answer, so why was it taking awhile for you to reply?

"Are you really contemplating this...?" He had repeated this question many times in his head, and he swore everytime that he wasn't going to cry, but now that it was out there in the open he could feel liquid pulling in his eyes. Were these what you humans called tears? a product of ones sadness and frustration?

"What reason would I have to choose between-"

"You've been 'hanging' out with her more recently! we used to spend all day together but we barely have time for that anymore because you're always quick to leave me when it concerns her. Is it because you've already grown tired of me? you like her more than me..?"

The amount of hurt written on his face and heard in his trembling voice had you grimacing at your actions. You never intended for him to feel this way, you had no idea he was hurting on the inside because of your ignorance. So you took a step, slowly to not startle him as if he were some corner creature, handling it with the utmost care you've always had, reserved only for him.

"My sweet, darling kunikuzushi." You start, craddling his face so that he'd meet your eyes, letting him know he had your full attention.

"I apologize for my actions. I had failed to see the pain you felt and made you feel neglected, but know that I would never choose anything or anyone over you, no matter what or who they might be."

His tears have fallen, but not even a sniffle was let out, as he made sure he was able to hear your voice, the voice he had missed speaking to him, loud and clear.

"The reason for this is because her personal attendant hasn't been present as of late due to a sickness they caught. Your mother thought i'd be good to fill in for the meantime, and this way I would also be able to report to her regarding your wellbeing."

That was the genuine truth, and he believes you, and as you continued speaking he slowly let his arms engulf you, a sigh of relief escaping him as you continued giving him words of reassurance.

He was content with your answer, but before he could be truly satisfied he needed to hear you say it.

"You still didn't answer my question."

"Which one?"

"Me or my mother? This time I'm only giving you three seconds to-"

"You, kuni. I'll always choose you, but do keep in mind I still work for her."

You let out a chuckle as kunikuzushi let out a pout, puffing his cheeks and crossing his arms, back to his usual self you see.

"Hmph, I should still be your top priority, always, the same as you are mine."

"Alright, alright, you really can be childish sometimes, but that's one of the things I love about you."

and with that, kunikuzushi could finally sleep peacefully, knowing his chances of having you to himself are high up there, so goodluck getting to your next meeting.

(I DIDN'T PROOF READ BUT I DON'T THINK IT'S THAT BAD)

#genshin impact x reader #scaramouche #scaramouche x reader #kunikuzushi #kunikuzushi x reader #wanderer #wanderer x reader #kabukimono #kabukimono x reader #scaramouche x you #scaramouche x y/n #yandere scaramouche x reader #yandere scaramouche

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goodneighborxfallout · 9 months ago

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I just found your blog, it's really cool you're doing this!

Anyway, how do you think the companions would react to Sole being seriously injured/nearly dying?

Thanks for requesting! Sorry it took me so long to write this.

Cait: “Shit, shit, shit! You better not die on me, Sole!” she’ll curse while picking you up from the ground and hauling you over to the nearest doctor she can find. She will threaten and beat up anyone to get you the help you need as fast as possible.

Codsworth: “Sir/Mum, please hold on!” Codsworth will frantically try any sort of first aid he can to stabilize you. He won’t admit it to himself, but he is not optimistic about your survival chances because his Mr. Handy body does not allow him to pick you up and get you help. He’ll have to find a way to get help to you and that will take double the amount of time.

Curie: Curie will be the most calm and collected. Being a doctor, she has experience patching people up and she knows panicking will only make things worse. With Curie by your side, you are in good hands. She’ll do whatever she can with the current equipment she has and once you are stabilized she will bring you to either a hospital or a friendly settlement to nurse you back to health completely.

Danse: Danse might freeze for a second. Instinctively, he recalls Brotherhood protocol but he hesitates because he also knows how harsh that protocol can be. You are not just any soldier, you’re you, and no part of him is willing to risk you dying just because the protocol doesn’t care for your survival as much as he does. So instead, he’ll forgo protocol, forgo the mission in general if necessary and bring you to safety.

Deacon: “It’s just a flesh wound. Carrington will patch you right up,” is what he tells you to keep you calm, but he himself does not believe it. Your condition is a lot more severe than he is letting on and he has to try hard not to openly panic. Luckily, Deacon knows his way around the Commonwealth pretty well, so he’ll pick you up and take the fastest and safest way back to HQ, all the while cracking some lighthearted jokes to keep you smiling.

Gage: Raiders are mostly not known for their medical skills. The lifestyle Gage chose is one where death is accepted. However, raiders often also stock up on drugs. He himself is not a fan of it, but he does know where others hide their caches around Nuka World. So he’ll give you some buffout and med-x, and then haul you over to the nearest doctor after which he goes off on his own for a bit. Gage normally doesn’t care when others die, but seeing you close to death made him panic, which made him realize that he’s grown attached to you. He is not sure how he feels about that and needs some time alone to reflect.

Hancock: First and foremost, Hancock will get you to safety and bring you to a doctor for help. He’ll stay really calm during this. He won’t show you how he feels and he’ll just focus on reassuring you with comforting words. However, he also won’t stick around when the doctor is treating you because he will be hellbent on getting revenge on the people who dared to hurt you. “You’re in good hands here, Sunshine. I have to go take care of something.”

Longfellow: “Told you the island would eat you alive,” he mumbled while dragging you back to the doctor in Far Harbor. Longfellow hasn’t gotten attached to someone in a long time, and even though he likes your company, he always kept himself shielded. Of course, he hopes that you’ll pull through, but he’s not panicked or upset. Most people die in the fog, so why not you too?

MacCready: Mac is a survivor. He’s been fighting since he was a little kid and he’s found himself in countless hazardous situations. Therefore, MacCready is wise enough to not go out without some healing supplies on hand. Still, he panics seeing someone he cares for so dangerously hurt, and will fumble around looking for a stimpak in his backpack, finally emptying all its contents out onto the ground to find it more easily.

Nick: “I ain’t gonna lie kid, it’s not looking good. How are you feeling? You think you can walk?” Nick has lived a long life - even if doesn’t see all of his memories as his own -, he’s lost a lot of people and in his line of work a happy ending is mostly not the outcome. That doesn’t mean that he doesn’t care or that he won’t try everything he can to save you, it just means he’s good at staying calm and collected during these kinds of situations.

Piper: “You’re not going to die out here, Sole! I promise!" Piper will quickly administer a stim, then put your arm over her shoulder and drag you to the nearest doctor. She’ll try to remain calm but small things give away that she’s panicking, like having trouble aiming her gun right at enemies along the way, and losing her temper at every obstacle you encounter.

Preston: “Come on, general! You can pull through!” Preston will be terrified of losing you. While carrying you to the closest doctor around, he’ll still beg anyone he meets along the way for help.

Strong: “Human fight well! Now die like warrior.”

X6-88: “The Institute needs you, sir/ma’am.” He’ll administer a stimpak and will then ask you to teleport back to the institute for further treatment.

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sturnmeovr · 19 days ago

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Brat!Reader Headcanons

Best paired with Neighbor!Matt

✮ Brat!Reader who ... doesn't know how to love herself correctly, so she projects her negativity onto everyone within a 5-mile radius of her. She knows she isn't ready for a relationship because she can't even treat a stranger with kindness half the time, how would she be able to love someone else if she couldn't show simple compassion to anything other than nature, animals, and her favorite Starbucks barista?

✮ Brat!Reader who ... works from home, selling house insurance, but still depends on her father financially. Living in the big city is hard and her dad doesn't want to see her struggle. She has a credit with his name on it and she isn't afraid to swipe it for whatever she wants or needs.

✮ Brat!Reader who ... has a pretty decent sized friend group; whether it be high school classmates or people she's met at bars along the way, people are drawn to Brats natural feminine energy, she's a people leaser, making it nearly impossible for her to turn down a conversation with anyone. Even though she draws a lot of attention, she only truly connects with a few.

✮ Brat!Reader who ... absolutely adores her cat, Wendy. She adopted Wendy from her hometowns local shelter when she was eighteen, they've been attached at the hip since. Wendy knows all of her secrets and Brat would 100% kill anyone who ever tried to harm her Wendy Louise, God forbid.

✮ Brat!Reader who ... is emotionally guarded. She feels like the moment she opens up to someone it gives them the opportunity to hurt her, so she doesn't allow it to happen. This causes a lot of issues between her and Matt as time goes on; all he wants is to break her walls down, showing her she can be loved correctly, which she wants, and needs, more than anything.

✮ Brat!Reader who ... really struggles with her mental health. She's a self-harm survivor and has been clean for three years. She still thinks about it from time to time, but therapist, Heather, says she's come too far to wash her accomplishments down the drain. Brat considers Heather as one of her closest friends, her number in on speed dial, actually.

✮ Brat!Reader who ... secretly loves bugging her upstairs neighbor, Matt. She'll text him out of the blue, telling him to keep it down even though he's barely making noise. Sometimes she'll purposefully leave her dinner on the stove for too long, setting her smoke detector off because she knows he'll come running to her rescue. Nine times out of ten, he'll give in after she bats her lashes a few times, usually buying dinner and staying for a movie. And most times, he doesn't leave her apartment until the next morning.

✮ Brat!Reader who ... thrives off of her father's approval. It's always been them two and he hasn't been the most supportive father throughout the years. Her dad just wants what's best for her but often times is too harsh. Brat is still sensitive, believe it or not.

✮ Brat!Reader who ... goes out drinking with her girls almost every other weekend - unless Matt is in her bed, distracting her. If she does end up going out, she'll more than likely come home completely shitfaced which will lead to Matt carrying her bridal style up to her apartment. Her sweet seductive eyes always making him crack under pressure when she asks him to stay the night; it never fails.

✮ Brat!Reader who ... wishes she could be the perfect girl for Matt, for her father, for the world, for herself.

♡‧₊˚ Cheys Note - I did Neighbor!Matt hc's the other day so ofc I had to follow it up with Brats hc's 🥰 I hope everyone likes it! Send me asks about Brat & Matt! <3

No Sex in the Elevators - Coming out in the next couple days 🤭

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nebulablakemurphy · 2 years ago

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Moves & Countermoves (Prologue)

Haymitch x Fem!Reader

Summary: No one ever wins the games, even fourteen years later, Y/N is still playing.

The Sixtieth Hunger Games will begin in five, four, three, two, one.

“Mom.” The boy at his mother’s bedside whispers, “Mom.” He shakes her shoulder lightly. She’s dreaming again and now, at the age of nine, he understands why he must be careful when waking her.

Y/N gasps, springing from the mattress, prepared to fight. But then she sees him. Everest, her sweet boy, forged in his father’s image. There is no denying, he’s her husband’s child through and through. “Sorry, sweetheart.” She sighs, letting both hands drop to her sides.

“S’ok.” He shrugs, stuffing worried hands into his pockets. “Dad’s with Arista, she’s pretty upset…doesn’t want you to go.” I don’t want you to go.

“Well,” Y/N forces a smile. “We don’t want to go without you either.” It was just like President Snow to demand they have children and then drag them away each year to mentor the games. Everest and Arista have only been required to join them in the Capitol for fanfare. The games are not about them anymore.

With Y/N aged twenty-nine and Haymitch forty, the novelty of their winnings has worn off. The most fascinating thing about them now is this, their love story and the family created from it. The anomaly that is Y/N Abernathy, Mayor Undersee’s eldest daughter, plucked from the reaping bowl at age fifteen. The girl who once hated her drunk of a mentor and grew to love him as the years passed.

The Capitol adores her, she is their darling. People hang off the edge of their seats, feasting on crumbs, anticipating her next move. What will she be wearing? Which victors sit within her inner circle?

Haymitch allows this, encourages it even. Because it keeps her safe. There is no cost too great. Y/N is everything Haymitch conditioned himself not to want. Snow knows exactly how deep his hooks are in. Killed Haymitch’s family because he didn’t appreciate the way he won the games; with an axe to the force field. Gave him a new family to dangle over his head years later.

Unfortunately for Haymitch, the cost of these theatrics means allowing Y/N’s former stylist to preen over her on reaping day.

Y/N can hear Vanity being ‘warmly’ welcomed by Haymitch on the first floor.

“Come on,” Y/N pats her son’s cheek. “Let’s go.”

Everest grins, racing toward the stairs. They do love their mother’s stylist and they only get to see her twice a year, if they’re lucky.

“You sure that headpiece is getting through the door, V?” Haymitch remarks, watching as the chandelier like dome attached to her skull pushes its way into their home.

Vanity scoffs, “good to see you too, Haymitch. What did you do to my darling?” The blue haired woman gasps at the sight of his five year old daughter, all but hysterical.

“I’m leaving her,” Haymitch sighs, shifting the little girl lightly in his arms.

“Tut, tut, my love.” Vanity coos, “Daddy will be back soon.”

“I want my Mommy to stay.” Arista sniffles, “you can’t take both.”

Everest reaches the bottom stair, saving Vanity from having to respond when he launches himself at the Capitol woman.

“Now this is a welcome,” Vanity ruffles his hair. “Look how big you are, my goodness.”

“I’ll be ten soon.”

“How the time flies.” Vanity catches sight of her victor. The first and only. “Y/N.”

“Hi.” Y/N smiles, wrapping both arms around herself. She is wearing a long sleep shirt with mismatched bottoms. The other woman is surely appalled at the sight.

“Let us…” Vanity’s eyes, unnaturally colored by contacts, flit about her, “get to work.”

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This year there is a bit of excitement at the reaping. Their female tribute actually volunteered, not something people really do in twelve. But it was for her sister and when it comes down to it, if Y/N was put in a position to choose between her little sister, Madge and herself facing the games, she would’ve done the same.

Y/N’s family will tend the children until they return, same as they have every year since the kids were born. Leaving them never gets any easier, especially if one or both is crying when they go. Y/N steps onto the train to the Capitol, still in her ridiculous mirror ball of a gown. Waving their children goodbye.

Haymitch is there, tense hands resting at her shoulders. “They’ll be alright.”

“I know,” Y/N nods.

“We’ll be alright.”

“I know.”

Part 1

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witchthewriter · 2 months ago

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𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑪𝒐𝒖𝒓𝒔𝒆 𝒐𝒇 𝑻𝒓𝒖𝒆 𝑳𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝑵𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝑫𝒊𝒅 𝑹𝒖𝒏 𝑺𝒎𝒐𝒐𝒕𝒉

𝐶𝐻𝐴𝑃𝑇𝐸𝑅 𝑇𝐻𝑅𝐸𝐸.

Pairing: Happy x OC/Commissioned

Word Count: 2k

@a-kayy47.

ANNIE.

The sunshine beats down on your body. Warming you up to the point of perspiration.

‘God where are these fuckers?’ You thought.

You were wearing a black shirt and heavy boots, with your hair down but that was the price you paid for style. With your phone in hand, you were allowed to take as much time off as you wanted to find Dallas (courtesy of Gemma).

Gemma. Gemma. Gemma. Right now, she felt like a Gurdian Angel, but something in you old you she could be just as nasty as she could be decent. She was a Queen Bee. The ultimate. But right now you were on her good side – and you intended for it to stay that way.

It wasn’t long before you heard two motors racing down the street. It was as if you could feel the rumble inside you, around you, underneath your feet. It didn’t help that were a flurry of emotions.

Once you saw two bikers pull up – the anxiety and relief started wrestling with each other.

And as they dismounted, a blossoming of tension appeared. Not between the men, but between … you and one of the bikers. Tall, muscular, with a strong, stocky build. His facial features are rough and weathered. He seems familiar. As does the other. The two of them helped you the other night. That was a good sign, right? You decided it was.

The side of your mouth quirked up and your eyebrows knitted together. What were the fucking chances? Gemma could have chosen anyone from the club. But she chose this man.

As the pair walked towards you; the only person out on the strip. You realized that their presence brought a strange mix of hope. You watched as Happy took an almost too long moment to eye you down.

Your heart pounded in your chest. This was a situation you did not think you would be in. You knew Dallas didn’t have any family around here and that you were … her only hope. Plus, she was your best friend. You’d hope she would do the same for you if it came to. So, you knew that every second counted in finding Dallas. Now wasn’t the time to ogle or be ogled.

HAPPY.

Even though he had his fair share of liquor the other night, he would remember this woman in a heartbeat. With her long; white and black hair, tattoos and those green fucking eyes. ‘No – he told himself. ‘Do not get attached. Gemma needs us to focus. So, focus.’

Tig walked up to her, took out his hand and shook hers. Introducing them both, properly.

“I’m Annie, nice to meet you,” she said politely. The usually focused man could not keep getting lost in this woman. He noticed an air of anxiety surrounded her and then Happy remembered why they were here.

“So, where are we at with this thing?” Tig led with.

“I- um, well, Dallas my neighbour she’s been taken. Or something really bad has happened to her. I know her. And she wouldn’t of taken off like this.”

“When was the last time you saw her?” Happy’s voice was gravelly.

“Um, before my shift … yesterday. She was babysitting my daughter. I came home. She was asleep on the couch. And then this morning she wasn’t there. She never leaves without saying goodbye. And then I went to her house –“

“Okay, so she’s not just taken some time to herself?” Tig asked.

“No! No, she works for very strict people. Dallas knows her employers. I mean – if you ask me, they’re horrible pieces of shit. And she deserves way better, but she can’t really get away from them.”

Both men shake their heads and glance at one another.

“I think we know where our first stop should be.”

ANNIE.

You expected them to follow you to your car, but both turned back to their bikes’. Tig nodded for you to hop on behind him and you felt a pang of disappointment. But you swung your leg around the bike and wiggled until you were as close as you could be to Tig.

With a mischievous glint in his eye, he told you to, “hold on tight honey,” and you couldn’t help but blush. This felt very intimate, with your arms wrapped around his torso, face nearly resting on his back.

Tig smelt like cigarettes, sweat and sex. Probably balls deep in someone before he got called by Gemma. You blushed at the thought of it. But closing your eyes, you thought of Dallas, and how scared she must be.

As you all approached the address, there were still quite a few cars parked in the lot. The dark building had two floors and from the top it had pink and red lights flashing over a slew of three x’s. It used to be an old warehouse, repurposed for some shadowy business that no one cared to question too closely. The kind of place where secrets were kept, and lives were controlled.

“Are you sure you want to come in, we can take it from here?” Happy said, eyeing every possible chance of danger.

“She’s my friend, I want to be there when we find her. I don’t think she would go with you – without me, to be honest.”

Happy nodded and ever the silent sentinel, took the lead, his eyes scanning for any sign of danger. Tig, always ready for action, flanked him, while you followed closely, your heart pounding wildly.

Reaching the entrance, you all paused. Happy gave a slight nod, and Tig pushed the door open.

You three stepped inside.

It was like another world. One where souls come to die.

The pumping lights tried to fill the space with a certain scene. But the energy was down, men sitting around were watching the women twirl and dance to the beat. There was something off about the dancers. Their smiles didn’t reach their eyes. There was no money tucked into their wear. The room reeked of despair.

"Stay close," Happy whispered to you, his voice barely more than a growl.

There wasn’t even a bouncer to stop you on the way in. A bad sign.

You moved through the corridors, each step taking you deeper into the heart of the building. The silence was oppressive, broken only by the distant hum of machinery and the occasional creak of the floorboards.

Finally, they reached a door marked with a simple plaque – "Office." Happy gestured for you and Tig to stop, then pressed his ear against the wood. Satisfied that no one was inside, he pushed it open.

The room was a stark contrast to the rest of the building, furnished with sleek, modern furniture and high-tech equipment. But it was empty, save for a single piece of paper on the desk.

You hurried over and picked it up. Pure and utter dread washed over you. Eyes widening as you read the words scrawled across the page.

“She told us all about you, Annie. And your beautiful daughter. Couldn’t keep her mouth shut once we found out she had been skimming off the top. Break a few fingers and the birdie sings. If you want to settle this, we require three million in three days’ time. We’ll contact you with further information. No police.”

Your heart sank. This had just turned into something much more horrifying.

Letting the paper fall to the desk, you turned to the men, despair evident in your eyes. They nodded. Knowing. Understanding why Gemma had asked them to help. This wasn’t just help mowing the lawn or taking out the trash.

This was something deeper.

And these men were known in Charming. But neither Tig or Happy wanted to bring that up.

"We need to find out where they've taken her," Tig said, determination hardening his features.

Happy nodded. "We will. But we need to be smart about this. Gather information, follow the trails. We'll find her, Annie."

Happy had taken the note and folded it; slipping the damned thing into his pocked.

ANNIE.

You were on a warpath once your daughter was mentioned. And your next stop was obvious. Who the fuck did they think they were? Three million dollars, a threat to your daughter’s life and having to rescue Dallas? When did your life become a Blockbuster Hollywood movie?

When the administrator called your daughter’s name over the intercom and she came skipping down, you nearly buckled with the relief. Some part of you had thought they might have already taken Kayleigh. But there she was. All curiosity and trying to figure out what the hell you were doing here.

Signing her out was a pain. They needed reasons, that came with so many questions that you nearly hauled your daughter over your shoulder and back to the car.

But you didn’t.

Trying to be as calm as you could, it finally paid off when they ‘allowed’ you both to go.

“Mom what are we doing? You never take me out of school!” Your daughter looked up expectantly, already knowing that something was going on. How could a kid her age picks up on emotions like this?

“I’ll explain later baby, just go along with the ride!”

Back at the house, you locked every door and window while Happy and Tig stood guard. Once you were satisfied that all was secure, you turned to them. "Now what?"

"We're taking you to the clubhouse," Tig said. "Gemma said she'd be there. We need to regroup and figure out our next steps."

You nodded. Wondering how the hell you were going to explain all this shit to Kayleigh. You did your damn best all these years not to bring on any trauma – and now you were in fear for her life. Going to a clubhouse, known for violence. Just to get your goddamn best friend back. God. When you saw her next…you felt like a good slap was coming. Why did she have to talk about Kayleigh?

The ride to the clubhouse was silent, everyone deep in their thoughts. When you arrived, Gemma was waiting as promised.

The woman gave you a hug, then bent down in her high heels and took in your daughter.

“My, Annie is this the beautiful daughter you’re always talking about?”

Swallowing hard, you nodded your head, “it sure is.”

“Well how about I show her some of the kids rooms and she can get comfortable? How about that?”

You felt a quick sense of relief, but then it was snatched away when you saw more and more bike’s pull into the lot.

Men with the same leather kutte’s on as Happy and Tig moved toward the building. The one you and your daughter were going to be in for a few nights.

But, your anxiety started to lessen when Happy stood next to you, an arm on your back and introduced you to everyone who walked by.

When they had all gone, Tig too, you turned to face Happy and smiled.

“Thank you.”

“I was always taught to have good manners. Otherwise, it was a shoe to the head.”

His comment made you laugh.

“No! Really?”

A small smile made its way onto his lips. “Yeah, the shoe was the least painful. Just took it right off her foot and threw it. Aim was always on point.”

Another laugh burst from you.

“I am so sorry, I don’t mean to-“

“It’s okay.”

And while your eyes closed for those split seconds, Happy realised that your laugh was the most beautiful thing he had ever heard.

“I think we should go inside,” you said, a smile on your face. Your heart a little lighter. A little less worried than it was two minutes ago.

“Lets go inside-“ Happy said, starting to walk, and looking behind to make sure you were following him.

Together, you entered the dimly lit room, the weight of the situation pressing down on you. But surrounded by the steadfast support of Happy, Tig, and Gemma, you felt like maybe this wasn’t the end of the world.

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