#anyway i think typing that sentence is my signal that i should go to bed gnight queer ppl in my phone

[aromanticbastards]

i genuinely love the funky hairs that grow out of my moles and are much longer and have a different texture from the Res of my body hair. like i like my moles in general (apart from the one at my neck that feels like it's half falling off) but the hairs are such a fun bonus. certainly on the top three most stimmy body parts

[strawberrymilkgeorge]

Part Six. Movies and Speedruns

warnings: swearing, many memes word count: 3.8k (not including pictures) (wow okay ash pop off!) 

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A/N: LETS ALL JUST AGREE TO NOT LOOK AT THE DATES ON TWEETS AND STUFF BC SOME CHAPTERS ARE SO SCUFFED WITH DATES!!!! JUST KNOW THIS STORY STARTS MID NOVEMBER!!!!!!!! (in a world where covid doesn’t exist btw)

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Unknowingly and unintentionally, Y/n let out a big sigh as she poured a glass of water.

"What's wrong, Y/n?" Naomi asked gently, coming up behind her and hugging her tightly.

"Peter."

Naomi hummed, a sign that she was waiting for Y/n to lead the conversation so she could follow because if it were up to Naomi, she would immediately start trash-talking Peter and she wasn't sure if that was the vibe right now or not.

Y/n shook her head in disbelief as she jumped up to sit on the counter. "He got so mad when he found out I slept over at Karl's."

"I'm sorry, Y/n. I wish you would just cut him off completely."

"I don't know. I know I should but... part of me wonders if he could ever go back to how he was when I met him. I would probably date that guy again but not who he turned out to be."

Naomi looked horrified. "No. You sound like you're considering hearing him out. No, is that a joke? He's a bad person."

"I'm not," Y/n reassured. "I'm just thinking hypothetically. Probably because I miss having someone..."

"Y/n, you have a ton of thirsty people in your mentions. If you really want someone that bad, just scroll through, land on one and I bet they're a million times better than that sack of burned potatoes."

Y/n rolled her eyes but smiled lightly. "Most of those are jokes."

"Not all of them," she teased.

"I know you're going to tell me anyway so just say it. Who specifically do you think isn't joking?"

"Dream," Naomi sang.

"Okay, crazy." Y/n reached over, staying seated on the counter as she grabbed a bowl from a cabinet on her left. She then leaned all the way right, reaching as far as she could, but couldn't quite grab a cereal box from the top of the refrigerator.

Naomi rolled her eyes as she helped, handing Y/n the box. She even went the extra step to get Y/n a spoon and the milk because she was that nice. "I'm not joking. Neither is he. Karl and I have talked about it and we both agree."

Y/n paused at her friend's words, her hand hovering over the milk that Naomi held out for her. "You guys gossip about my love life?"

Naomi set the milk next to Y/n, tired of holding it out for her. "Of course? Like we don't do that about Karl? Or you and him about me?"

She couldn't argue there.

"Karl says there's a different vibe from Dream when you join calls and I believe it. I mean, I've seen it during streams myself so I can only imagine how much more obviously in love with you he is during private calls.

"That 'vibe' is Karl's delusional mind creating things. He's too scared to talk to cameragirl so he's projecting onto Dream and I."

"Yeah, okay," Naomi agreed sarcastically.

Y/n huffed. "Besides, he's in Florida. I'm in North Carolina, in case you weren't aware."

"So you're saying if you lived in the same state, you'd date him?"

"I didn't say that." She honestly had never thought of it. Sure she liked hanging out with Dream and her stomach got butterflies when he talked directly to her and he made her smile harder than anyone ever had and he—

And she didn't like him like that. She had only officially met the guy like a week and a half ago and she didn't know what he looked like. There was no way you could catch feelings for someone without seeing them.

Naomi's expression fell again. "Distance doesn't matter, anyway."

"I swear if you say something about George I will slap you," she threatened through a smile and Naomi gave her an innocent grin back.

"If you're lonely, get on Tinder, not Peter. Or get on Dream. I have no qualms with that."

"Peter isn't even an option, Naomi." Y/n sighed, ignoring the comment about Dream.  "Also," she swallowed the last of her cereal and set the bowl down with a clank. "I'm gonna tell Peter I don't want to be friends anymore. Dream and George can be added to the list of Peter haters."

"You talked to them about it?"

She nodded. "You know how I have little gossip sessions with George? Well, Dream was there too this time."

"Well, of course Dream would hate Peter. We've established that he likes you."

"No, no, you and Karl delusionally hypothesized that."

Naomi tapped the counter methodically, a sign Y/n knew to signal that she was thinking hard. "Somehow, one day, I'll prove he does."

"Good luck."

"Wanna watch a movie?"

"Yes," Y/n perked up. "Go pick something, I'll get blankets."

She went to her room, grabbing her favorite cuddling blankets. She started leaving her room when she heard a ding on her open desktop, signaling that she had a call incoming from Discord. Cool timing.

"I'll be just a second, Naomi!" she called across the house before dropping the blankets on her bed and sliding her headset on, answering the call from Dream. "Hi, Dream!" She sat on her chair and tucked her knees to her chest.

"Hi," he greeted sweetly. "How are you doing today?"

"Much better than when we last talked. How are you?"

"Great now that I'm talking to you," he said smoothly. Y/n rolled her eyes but smiled anyway. "Are you busy?"

"Unfortunately, yes. My roommate and I are about to watch a movie."

"Ooh, what movie?"

"Not sure yet. Any suggestions?"

"Dark Knight. Unless you wanted me to say, like, Tangled or something."

"Yeah, girls' night is exclusively princess movies. Do you know nothing?"

"Apparently," he said with a laugh.

"What's up?"

"Oh, well, I was just gonna see if you wanted to be on call later with me, George, and Sapnap while I stream speedruns, but you're hanging out with your roommate so nevermind."

"Oh," Y/n deflated. "That sounds fun."

"I can push it back if you want to be part of it. If not, that's fine. I just thought it would be cool."

"No, no, no I really do want to, but I don't want you to have to push it back. When were you planning on starting?"

"In about an hour."

"I'll just join later if you're still playing. If that's okay that I come late."

"No. You have to be on time or not at all," he joked. "Of course that's fine," he assured. "And if I'm not playing anymore, you can still join... we usually talk for forever after we play games and it's fun. I would, er, we would love for you to hang out with us."

Y/n couldn't help the large smile on her face from staying even after they hung up and she walked back into the living room with her pile of blankets. She couldn't help it even when Naomi pointed it out and asked why she was so happy.

"Oh, uh, I've been invited to join Dream and them later for a stream."

"That vague answer doesn't warrant the shit-eating grin you have."

Y/n shrugged and cuddled more into her blankets. "What movie did you pick?"

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As the end credits rolled across the screen, Y/n yawned and looked over to Naomi in the dark. She was out like a light. Y/n stood up and made sure Naomi was covered in the blanket and she had a pillow. She crept back to her room and slid her headphones on, pulling up Discord where she saw the three boys' names still in a voice call.

She pulled up Twitch on her second monitor and looked for Dream's stream. It was already about an hour in. She clicked on it and her headphones echoed with the sound of George and Sapnap laughing like they said the funniest thing in the world.

"Shut up," Dream muttered. "Guys, what were the coords for the portal? Seriously, come on."

"Nobody tell him," George joked.

"George!"

"Where's Bugsyyyy?" Sapnap whined. "I want her to make fun of you with us."

"Half the stuff we're making fun of him for is about his big fat crush on her so..."

"George!" Dream yelled again. "No, it's not!"

Y/n smiled as she heard that, knowing it was a joke but laughing at the way Dream laughed at the accusation. She knew it wasn't serious or else they wouldn't talk about it on stream. George and Sapnap teased a lot, but certainly, they wouldn't out someone's crush in front of a hundred thousand viewers live.

"Oh!" Sapnap spoke out loud as George laughed loudly, both reading the text at the same time. "Speaking of..."

Dream waited for either of the two boys to elaborate but neither of them offered one. "What happened?"

"Bugsy texted us," George said off-handedly, typing a response to her. "She's coming in a second."

"Oh."

"What do you mean 'oh'?" Sapnap laughed.

"You guys have a groupchat?"

"Aw, jealous?" George asked.

Y/n joined at that moment, the first sentence coming from her Discord instead of Twitch being from Sapnap saying, "Would it make you more jealous to know our group name is Bugsy's Boys?"

"No, Sapnap, that's the one with Karl," George corrected. "The one with just you, me, and her is Bugsy's Boyfriends."

"WhAT?"

"I still don't approve of that, by the way," Y/n commented.

"Bugsy!!" Sapnap giggled happily. "You're finally here!"

"BUGSY!" George cheered.

"Hi guys!" Y/n laughed at the enthusiasm she was greeted with. "Hi, Dream!"

There was a few seconds of silence before, "Dream!!" George yelled right before the death screen appeared on the Twitch tab still opened on Y/n's right screen. "You idiot, what are you doing?! Why did you throw that run??"

She covered her mouth with the hoodie collar and laughed. "Off to a great start, bud."

"NO!" Dream yelled, knocking something, or somethings, off his desk. "Noooo! I didn't throw it, George, I FELL! Oh, that was going to be such a good run."

"What happened? How did you miss that huge ravine?" George asked while laughing. "It was literally right in the open. You didn't even try to use your water bucket."

"I-I was... I was distracted."

"By what? The completely open field with nothing blocking your vision?" Sapnap criticized with a laugh as well.

Y/n giggled to herself before letting her eyes trail to his chat, which was filled with the same accusations and guesses.

user5: BUGSY!

user2: DISTRACTED BY BUGSYS VOICE

user4: imagine saying hi so cutely that you make a man fall into a ravine

user1: are they dumb? obviously bugsy saying hi made his brain short-circut

user6: guys stop it wasn't bc she said hi. it was the g i g g l e

user3: DISTRACTED BY BUGSY!!!!

user8: HI BUGSY

user10: how to kill a man: hire bugsy to giggle and say hi directly to him

Y/n immediately blushed and covered her face again. She really had a habit of hiding even when no one could see her.

"Oh my gosh," Dream groaned, leaving the world and starting a new one. "Oh. My. Gosh. That's so annoying. I was doing so good."

"Oh," Sapnap laughed. "I understand now."

"What? What did I miss?" George asked.

"Just read chat," Sapnap explained. "They have the answer. Dream, your chat is so smart. Thanks for solving the mystery, chat!"

"No, they aren't ri— that isn't true!" Dream defended. "Chat, shut up."

"You sure?" Y/n asked teasingly, watching as his character paused when she started talking. Was she really making him this flustered just by talking? Surely not. He was just playing into the joke. He continued playing without saying anything, which made George and Sapnap laugh more.

The subject eventually changed and the atmosphere quickly became more relaxed and chill. Tonight was not a feral night like George had texted in all caps.

"Hey George," Y/n started, biting on her hoodie string with a smile because she knew Naomi would hear this when she watched the VOD the next day. "My roommate says hello."

"Oh my gosh," he muttered, making her laugh. "Let it go."

"Wow, I guess that's one way to treat your fans..."

"Fine," he sighed. "Tell her I say hello."

"Well, not if you don't mean it," Y/n teased.

"Yeah, George, you sound so unenthusiastic?" Sapnap asked.

"He's just flustered," Dream commented. "It's okay George, you can have feelings."

"Dream, you fell into a ravine because Bugsy said hi."

"Oh, come on! That's not—I just— I missed the jump! That's it!"

"I'm not flustered or unenthusiastic, I'm just tired, okay?" George explained, ignoring Dream, a yawn spilling out of him to prove it.

Y/n smiled. "Well, you could always let me give her your number if you really want..."

"No. If she had Discord you could give her that but not my phone number."

"Wait, really?" Y/n gasped. "Seriously?"

George laughed lightly. "Yeah, sure, why not?"

"YES! Okay, a huge win for the girls. Well, a huge loss for the fangirls but a huge win for the girls of this apartment."

"Oh my gosh," he muttered and she could practically see him rubbing his face in embarrassment.

"I'll send you her hashtag when she makes one so you know who to add back."

"She's going to make an account just to talk to George?" Sapnap giggled.

"Yes, dude!" Y/n defended. "She at least wants to be his friend, let her shoot her shot!"

Dream ended the steam soon after, not being able to focus enough to beat the end on any of his runs. He had streamed for just under two hours so he seemed to be getting tired as well. George went to bed soon after and after 20 minutes of talking with Sapnap and Dream, Sapnap mysteriously disappeared.

Y/n was about to leave as well, not wanting Dream to feel obligated to stay on the call with her when he spoke up.

"Does Naomi actually like George?"

"Yeah, she does."

"Then I want him to accept her love."

Y/n laughed. "How is he with long-distance relationships?"

"Well, he and I do just fine..." Dream joked. "Oh, not what you meant. I don't know, you guys are the ones that talk about each other's love lives apparently."

"You're still bitter about that?"

"Yes!"

"Suck it up," she laughed. "Naomi would do probably anything to date him so I doubt distance is a problem for her."

"George's sleep schedule is completely messed up, so the time difference wouldn't matter too much. And when he comes to America they can meet in person."

"Wait, he's coming to America?" Y/n gasped happily. "When?"

"There's no set date, but yeah eventually. He'll probably just come to Florida but we've all talked about having a huge meetup with a lot of our friends."

"Oh... cool..."

"Bug? You know you'd be invited to that, right?"

"Oh, really?" she smiled.

"Of course. You're part of the group now."

"Sick," she muttered to herself, but he heard.

"Bug, you're one of my favorite people, do you know that?"

She blushed. "Really?"

"Really."

"You barely know me, Dream."

"Yeah, well, I know enough to know that I'm sorta attached to you."

"Attached to me? In what way?"

He suddenly sounded nervous as if his brain caught up with what his mouth was saying. "I don't know, nevermind."

"No, Dream, what do you mean?" her voice was soft and understanding and it made him feel safe.

"I just... I don't know. I care about you a lot. We met only, what, like a week or two ago, and I already worry about you a lot. Playing games doesn't feel the same anymore unless you're playing with us."

"To be fair, we have been tweeting at each other for much longer than a week or two."

"Yeah, that's true. But it's not the same as actually talking to you."

She smiled shyly. "I care about you a lot too, Clay." His name sounded strange as if it suddenly made everything much more serious. "Sorry, that just kinda slipped. I won't call you Clay if you don't want me to—"

"No, it's okay, it, uh, I like hearing you... say it. But, uh, you can call me whatever you want."

She smiled widely at the nervousness in his voice and the hard pounding of her heart. "I've heard from multiple people that you never stop talking about me."

He laughed timidly. "Maybe. Do you talk about me?"

"Ask Karl," she giggled. "My guess is yes." Her stomach felt tingly and her hands shook lightly. Why did she feel like this all of a sudden? It was late, she reasoned. That, or it was because Naomi had planted the seed of curiosity in her mind. Did Dream like her? No... right?

"I'm sorry if my chat was making you uncomfortable at the beginning when I died..."

"Don't worry, I wasn't uncomfortable."

"It was true, by the way," he paused, "what they were saying. Just... in case you were wondering."

Y/n couldn't wipe the smile off her face, which was growing painful at this point. "What, my voice makes your brain short-circut? That was one comment I saw."

Dream laughed. "More like your entire presence, but... yeah I guess so."

How is someone supposed to respond to something like that? The sweetness in his voice almost made her sick but in a good way.

And just like when he named her Minecraft flower something sweet knowing that no one would see it, why was he still playing up the joke when no one was around?

Not knowing what to say, she decided to let him in on a little secret. "If it matters, you're one of my favorite people too."

"It does."

There was a deathly moment of tense silence as if both of them were screaming to say something but neither did.

"Basically, if we do have a meet-up, I'll sue you if you don't come."

Y/n laughed. "My pockets are empty, sir, so... good luck."

He laughed and it was music to her ears.

"Are you not nervous to show everyone your face? Like, if or when we do all get together."

"Not really. Especially not if it's just to our friends. Are you?"

"Yeah," she admitted.

"Why?"

She sighed. "I'm sure people have me painted in a specific way in their heads and I've seen fanart of me that is way different and way more attractive than I am. I just don't want to let anyone down by not living up to their expectations."

"Bug," Dream said softly, "you couldn't let anyone down."

"You don't know that."

"You can't disappoint real friends or real fans with the way you look."

"To be clear, Dream," she laughed nervously, afraid she would sound conceited, "I don't think I'm ugly. I like the way I look. I'm happy with me. But that doesn't mean I can't still let people down."

"Different than expected doesn't mean disappointing."

His words smacked her in the gut. He was right. Reality and imagination are very different. Neither has to be better or worse than the other. She could look the complete opposite of how someone expects but that doesn't mean they will be either disappointed OR pleased. And why does it matter anyway? If she likes how she looks, who cares what other people think?

"It's also scary to think of getting recognized in public," she admitted. "Being recognized from the start is one thing because it starts off slowly with only a few people knowing your face but if the first time people see your face is when you have millions of fans, the recognition would be overwhelming."

"That's true. I don't think I would mind that much, though."

"Of course not, you're you."

"What does that mean?"

"You like the spotlight."

"I guess. Not all the time."

"Well, what about you?" she asked. "Are you afraid of people knowing what you look like?"

"No. I want to do a face reveal soon but I don't know how I would do it. I want to do it at some kind of event or something but I don't know."

"I need to schedule around when you do it because you'll break the internet. Give us content creators a warning so we can prepare to not get viewers for a week."

Dream laughed. "Oh come on."

"Twitter would just be full of the same picture of you in every single tweet."

"It won't be that big of a deal."

"Something tells me your millions and millions of subs say otherwise."

"Whatever," he said. "As if you wouldn't break the internet too."

"Maybe for a day or two. But you'd break everything for weeks."

"Sure." There was a long pause before Dream softly said, "Karl's lucky."

"How so?"

He didn't speak for a moment, almost like he wasn't prepared for that question because he didn't mean to be heard. "I wish I could know you the way he does."

"You could. He and I knew each other in person first so it's different. You and I could get there eventually."

"You think so?"

"I know so. I trust you a scary amount for someone I met weeks ago."

"I didn't mean to sound like I'm trying to pressure you into showing me your face or telling me your name. I didn't mean like he gets to know what you look like and I don't. I meant, like, I wish we could hang out in person because I prefer that over talking in Discord."

"I get it, Clay. I feel the same way," Y/n said softly. There were a few moments of silence before she spoke again.

"Oh, gosh, it's already four."

Y/n's head snapped to look at her clock, which read 3:57am. "Already?" she whispered. "Dang."

As if acknowledging the time changed the atmosphere, it suddenly felt like 4am. Her back ached from her shifting in her chair so much over the last few hours, never being able to find a good position. The house was eerily quiet and all she heard was the low hum of the heater. The house felt stale, not used to its occupants being so alert and awake at that hour.

"I should probably go to bed..."

"Yeah, me too," Dream agreed. His voice sounded tired. "Thanks for joining us, it was really fun with you."

"Thanks for inviting me. Sorry I made you die. Hopefully you'll still let me back again."

"You're always invited to barge into my streams. Actually."

Y/n giggled again and mentally slapped herself for sounding like a little kid. "Well, you too. You can interrupt my streams anytime."

"I'll hold you to that."

"Goodnight, Clay."

"Goodnight, Bug."

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[h2bakugou]

hitoshi x reader where denki and reader have been friends their whole lives, and after introducing the two, both hitoshi and y/n start going to denki about their feelings for each other and how much they struggle

denki eventually gets sick of it and starts finding different ways to get them together (eventually ending with them being like "oh i didn't think you liked me" and finally dating

maybe a bonus scene of denki's reaction to seeing them together and being like "hecking finally"

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a/n: hii love!! this is a really cute idea omg i love this sm <3 i hope you enjoy it!!

summary: denki's been your childhood friend since, well childhood. when he introduces you to a certain lavendar-haired boy, you find yourself opening up to denki about your crush, and so does someone else.

key: (y/n) - your name / (f/n) - first name / (l/n) - last name / (e/c) - eye color / (h/c) - hair color / (y/q) - your quirk

warnings: swearing, fluff

word count: 2.1k

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The electric blonde has been your childhood friend for years. You grew up together, you told each other pretty much everything. There was the occasional talk about crushes, boys, girls, and whatever else you could talk about while growing up.

You'd always been there for each other, and now you were both attending U.A., and being in the same class had been proven to be a bit of a task for Mr. Aizawa.

The day had pretty much just started, and Denki had asked you to come with him on your first break. You were almost always hanging out with him anyway, so you were a bit confused as to why he'd wanted you to come with him.

"Hitoshi!" Denki called out, alerting both you and the lavender-haired boy of your presence.

"Oh, hi Kami-" Hitoshi falls silent as he stares at the person beside Denki. You.

Shinso feels the world stop for a few seconds as he stares at you. He's honestly speechless.

Much like you are. You'd heard about this boy now that you've heard his name, and staring at him, you can feel your heart swell in your chest. He's so handsome.

"I thought I would introduce you two! Maybe we could all go hang out together this weekend since we won't have classes." Denki's sudden plans that would include this cute boy makes your face heat up. You begin to feel self-conscious, flattening your uniform, or tucking a strand of hair behind your ear as you glance at Denki.

"We're off for once?" You question.

"Yeah! We could go do laser tag, or watch a movie in my dorm?" Denki offers, grinning. His intentions had been pure, just wanting to introduce two friends.

"Oh, I totally forgot! Hitoshi, this is (Y/n), (Y/n) this is-"

"Hitoshi, Shinso." Hitoshi speaks up, and your heart throbs in your chest at the sound of his voice. It's oddly charming. And so is the soft scent of sage and teakwood that surrounds him. It had to be his cologne, whatever it was though, you enjoyed it.

"It's nice to meet you." You speak up, extending a hand to shake. Shinso glanced own before placing his palm in yours, giving you a gentle handshake. His touch is electrifying and sends sparks coursing through your veins as you pull away.

"Yeah." Shinso looks back at Kaminari, who's beaming at him, a shit-eating grin on his lips. Kaminari was reading Shinso like a book.

"Well, we've got to get back to classes! We'll talk our plans over later!"

And with that, Kaminari is yanking you back down the hall, running to make it back to class on time.

During lunch, your phone pings, signaling you've been added to a group chat. You immediately recognize Kaminari's number, his contact labeled 'kami :D' popping up followed an unknown number.

who's that?

The number asks. You see Kaminari typing a response.

It's (y/n) dummy, add them into your contacts🙄🙄

You realize this number must be Shinso, so you decide to type a reply.

it's shinso right? i'll add u too ^^

You quickly add Shinso's contact into your phone and put a purple heart beside his name. Kaminari glances over at your phone and giggles.

"A heart already? You just met!" Kaminari teases and you're plastering your hand over his mouth to keep him from speaking too loud.

"Shut up! I just think he's sweet! Besides do we need to talk about your contact info for-"

"Okay! Okay!" Kaminari quickly shushes you, not wanting his current crush to find out about whatever their contact info is.

A few days go by, and after your hangout session with Kaminari and Shinso, you find yourself falling for him more and more.

But Shinso is the one that drops the first hint to Kaminari.

"So is (Y/n) seeing anyone?" Shinso asks, helping Kaminari clean his cartilage piercing.

"What like romantically?" Kaminari asks, sitting up with his ear turned to face Shinso while his cold fingers brushed against his ear.

"Yes, you idiot. Do they have like a boyfriend or girlfriend?" Shinso asks. He's nervous.

"Nope! (Y/n) hasn't talked to me about a crush or anything. They're always showing me these fictional people though. Why? You know someone that likes them~" Kaminari wiggles his brows at the purple-haired boy.

"Shut up. 'm just askin'." Shinso is finally done with the cotton swab and tosses it before letting Kaminari go, his fresh piercing all clean.

Suddenly a knock on the door pulls them away from the conversation and Kaminari is on his toes opening it to reveal you in some goofy pajamas.

"I'm ready for pizza and mario-" Your face contorts in horror as you stare at Shinso on his bed, out of uniform in something dark and mysterious, a loose dark plaid button-up and dark jeans.

"Nevermind! Sorry for bugging you!" You yell and run back to your dorm, hiding your face in embarrassment.

"Wait! I wanted pizza!" Kaminari calls out to you in the hallway but you don't turn around.

Shinso's face is red when Kaminari turns back to look at him.

You looked so cute, and so effortlessly- You weren't trying to impress anyone, yet you looked stunning. In nothing but some silly matching pajamas that Denki most likely had a pair to match, you looked so cute.

"You didn't tell me you ate pizza and played Mario Kart..." Shinso says, faking hurt in his sentence.

"Oh shut up! Go to their dorm and see if they wanna come back up, I'll get it set up." Denki sighs.

Shinso's on the move, making his way to your dorm thanks to Kaminari's excellent directions. Knocking on your door, he feels nervous, anxious even. His heart's pounding in his chest and then cool air washes over him as you open your door.

"Kami I'm sorry I-" You freeze as you stared at the boy in front of you.

"Ohmygod." You say quietly, quickly hiding yourself behind your door.

"Hi!!" You speak up, glancing at him from behind your door.

"Why are you hiding behind your door?" Shinso asks, a small smile on his lips.

"Your pj's are cute."

It echoes in your head, over. and over. and over again.

Your pj's are cute.

You slowly reveal yourself and look away.

"So, did Kami send you down here?" You ask quietly.

"He did, he wants you to come back up, and if it's alright with you, I'd like to hang out too, though I don't have any cool pj's to wear."

Shinso's voice calms you down, though your heart still seems to beat faster and faster.

"I actually, um, hang on. You can come in!" You allow him into your dorm, and he doesn't decline.

He glances around, admiring the pictures of you and Kami. He giggles about how silly young Denki looks with his hair all crazy and spiked up.

"You guys have been friends for a while it looks."

"Since kindergarten! He shocked me on accident, and when he apologized, we just sorta clicked. Been besties ever since." You search through your drawers and eventually find a kitty onesie that was a bit too big for you.

"I think this should fit you."

"It's kitty onesie, though you don't have to wear it!"

"Did you say kitty?" Shinso's ears perk up and you nod. He graciously takes it and the two of you leave to return to Denki. Shinso changes in his bathroom.

It smells like you, and Shinso has to stop himself from smelling the hood every five seconds as he leaves. You just smell so sweet, it's kind of alarming how soothing it is.

You all play and it's a great night, until Denki decides to play a scary movie after. You're sandwiched between the boys but begin to doze off about halfway through the movie.

Your head leans on Shinso's shoulder while you doze off, and he notices right away. He glances at Kaminari who only gives him a reassuring wink.

"You're stupid." Shinso whispers.

"They like to cuddle~" Kaminari suggests.

Shinso graciously lays an arm over you, hugging you to his chest as you readjust in your sleep. You're so warm, and Shinso begins to doze off too.

When you wake up in the morning, you've been covered up by a fuzzy blanket, but the warmth radiating under you is the most alarming.

Your sleepy eyes open to see the purple-haired boy you have a crush on, under you. Your eyes widen but you don't move away. Instead, you lay back down, not wanting to wake him.

His arm rests around you, and his breathing is so calming. It lulls you back to sleep.

You don't talk about that night much afterward, until you're knocking on Kami's door at one in the morning after a bad dream.

"Is Shinso single?" You ask quietly.

"Yeah, why ya askin' me though?" Kaminari hugs you, your head resting on his shoulder.

"I'm too nervous to ask him." You giggle.

"So you like him?"

"Yeah. He's really sweet, and super cute too." You admit, pulling away to stare at your best friend.

"I'm totally not his type though."

"I'm going to beat you up." Kaminari jokes. You shake your head and laugh.

"He's gotta be into like super hardcore goth punk rock-"

"You're so oblivious." Kaminari interrupts you. You roll your eyes and get comfortable on the edge of his bed, snuggling with one of his plushies.

"Just go to sleep, you idiot." You throw another plushy at him.

"You're in my dorm! I can and will kick you out." Denki huffs.

"As if. You need my snoring as your white noise." You tease him.

"You're so mean to me." Denki pouts.

By the same time next week, Denki's heard Shinso's confession about his crush on you, and every little detail about what both of you had to say about the other.

And Denki was honestly tired of it, endearingly of course. So he was setting you two up.

"I need you to meet me here at two. Wear something cute." Is what the text had said. You repeated it as you put together a cute outfit.

Shinso had received the same text and was just wearing something casual like he usually did.

However, when you both spotted each other and not Denki, you began to realize what was happening.

"He's not coming, is he?" You spoke softly, staring at the attractive boy in front of you.

"I guess not." Shinso looks over at the cafe you're standing outside. It's a cat cafe.

"Well, if you're not busy, wanna grab a bite to eat?" Shinso offers, nodding toward the cafe.

"I'd really like that, actually. Thank you." You smile. He offers his hand and you take it gracefully, smiling at how warm it is.

Shinso's phone pings halfway through your piece of cake with a message from Kaminari.

nows ur chance dude, ask them out

Shinso swallows his fear and looks up at you. You're so beautiful, even all dressed up, you look adorable.

You're petting an all-white kitty that's laying in your lap.

"Hey, (Y/n)?" Shinso gets your attention.

"Mhm?" You hum, smiling at him.

"Do you wanna, maybe do this again sometime?" He asks, a blush on his cheeks.

"Like, as a date?" You ask, your own face heating up.

"Yeah. As a date, and as a couple." He glances over at a pretty black cat that begins to nudge your arm for a few pets as well.

"I'd like that." You smile, your heart swelling.

"Then it's settled."

Afterward, neither of you can contain your excitement. Walking back to the dorm with your hand in his, Kaminari is elated.

"Finally." He sighs.

"Finally?!" You both say in unison.

"You should've confessed the day you met. I had to listen to you two being sappy about one another for two weeks straight."

Both you and Shinso feel flustered at Kaminari's comment.

"But it's okay. I love you two so I'll tolerate it. But you two better get along or no more pizza and Mario Kart. You'll have to deal with Bakugou, and I don't think you'll enjoy buying a new controller every time you want to play."

Kaminari was genuinely happy to see you both together, and both be happy.

"Thanks, for you know." You nudge him while sitting on his bed, Shinso was gone, using the bathroom.

"What are you talking about. I didn't help. You two just finally confessed. You did that on your own."

"Yeah but, you made me feel confident about it." You smile.

"That's what I'm here for!" Kaminari smiles.

You couldn't ask for a better friend, or a better boyfriend.

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[bokutsumie]

Hihi ! Since requests are open may I ask for kyotani (GRR SO YUMMY QLOSKSJAKAJ) iwaizumi, yaku, and akaashi if Y/n was cooking something and being like “baby come here and taste this for me” and grabbing their jaw and holding it out for him to try 🧍🏽‍♀️

HAIKYUU BOYS REACTING TO YOU GRABBING THEIR JAW TO TASTE YOUR COOKING

-> kyotani, iwa, yaku, akaashi

-> genre: fluff

-> warnings: food, swearing

-> gender neutral

-> hi bae 😏 you're my guinea pig for the new headcanon format i decided to try ! i don't know if i like this (short little scenario blurbs), or bulleted lists better. anyways i hope you like it ✊🏻 sorry kyotani's is kind of bad idk how to write for his character very well <\3

## KYOTANI !!

he was sitting on the sofa when you called him, "hey baby can you come over here and taste this for me?" and he responded quickly with "what is it? i'm sure it's fine."

"baby please? i think it needs more salt but i don't wanna make it too salty."

he stood up from his position on the couch and walked over next to you looking at the closed pot.

he was going to open the drawer next to the stove, however you rotated your body to block the drawer, opened the pot on the stove, scooped up some food, and grabbed his jaw while you shoved the wooden spoon in his mouth.

kyotani kentaro™ has stopped working. please restart the program and try again.

he wasn't the type to blush or get flustered, but you had always been his weak spot. he felt butterflies in his stomach, and decided to just enjoy the domestic moment between you two.

he's a bit of a closed off type of person and doesn't initiate much, but when you pull shit like this he loves it.

"it's fine, how long until it's done? 'm fuckin starving."

## IWAIZUMI !!

"hey baby? can you come here for a second?"

you were standing in front of the stove, and the kitchen was a mess. you were used to cooking but you were trying something new and you just didn't quite know if it tasted right.

iwaizumi swiveled on his heels down the hallway of your shared apartment, and shuffled towards your backside. he hooked his thumbs in your front belt loops and rested his chin on your shoulder.

"what's up?" his voice was lower than usual, his daily afternoon nap had accidentally turned into an evening one, only having woke up fifteen minutes prior.

"can you taste this for me? it seems like it needs something but i don't know what." you spun around, he unhooked his thumbs from your belt loops and you saw him stood in front of you, his hair tossled and eyes half-lidded, slouching now that he wasn't holding onto you.

"mhm." he replied, sleep still laced in his voice.

but when you grabbed his jaw and he felt the spoon poking at his bottom lip, his eyes were not only completely open now but it seems that his hair has a life of its own, and it's all spiky like he's just done it.

a rosy red creeps up onto his cheeks as his gives you a wide stare and hesitantly takes the spoon into his mouth, still utterly focused on your fingers gently holding his chin.

he has butterflies doing backflips in his stomach right now, and can't seem to fathom why it was necessary for you to hold his chin, but he didn't care, he loved it nonetheless.

you saw that he looked much more awake now, and he replied to your previous question with "no, it's good. what spices did you use? i like it." but he still sounded sleepy.

"okay thank you! you're never gonna sleep tonight once you completely wake up. i told you to set your alarm for 3!"

## YAKU !!

"hey! get over here. is this good?" you asked as yaku walked through the front door, just getting home.

"aw, did you miss me that much?" he replied, his tone was teasing.

"not at all. now get your ass over here before i dump the pot on your head." you two would always tease each other. you knew the other person was joking, but most people around you always ended up thinking that you hated each other.

he shuffled to your side, taking his shoes off and throwing them against the wall next to the front door in the process. "you know, i wouldn't have to ask you for cooking advice if i made dinner." he said, a shit eating grin on his face and his hands in fists at his hips.

"oh shut up, you know you'd burn the house down if i even let you touch the microwave." you spoke, grabbing his jaw and shoving the spoon in his mouth.

he was startled, to say the least. his cheeks heated up involuntary as he tried to hide the fact that you may or may not have given him major butterflies.

"it's fine, just needs some salt." he said the last part quietly, just to irritate you a little more, he couldn't hurt his pride too much. he walked past you and dumped the spoon in the sink, but not before flicking the back of your head first. you rolled your eyes as you kept stirring. idiot, you thought.

## AKAASHI !!

you heard the thumping of his footsteps descending down the wooden stairs, signaling that akaashi was probably coming down to see how dinner was going. considering, you were supposed to be done with it twenty minutes ago.

akaashi wasn't impatient, he had just wondered if you hurt yourself or broke something because there had been less clangs and bangs coming from the kitchen for the past couple minutes.

"hey baby, can you come taste this for me? i've remade it tons of times and it just doesn't taste right."

"of course. i was a bit worried you had given up a while ago because it was kind of quiet. i'm glad you didn't because i'm hungry." his last sentence was a mumble. you're accompanied by him at your side not too short afterward.

"smells good," he slings a hand around your waist, "i'm sure it's fine, you made it." the last part hummed against your skull as he placed his lips on your forehead.

you turned in his grip and he still held his hand on your waist, adding his other to your left side now. now, you used one hand to hold the spoon, and the other cupped underneath it to make sure it wouldn't spill. you guided it toward him, and as he took the spoon in his mouth, you moved your free hand and placed a few fingers below his chin, making sure it didn't spill.

akaashi adored domestic moments like this, he wouldn't call himself a sap but he sure didn't mind having moments like these frequently. you stroked your thumb over his jaw a bit before you released your hand to place the spoon on the counter.

one of his hands moved up to squeeze your shoulder. "it's good, i like the flavor. we should eat soon so we can go to bed early, you look sleepy."

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Zero Rewrite AU

Hey so uhhh you know that rvb:zero rewrite au I sometimes post/draw/talk about? Aha,, I have a semi-finished (public copy) doc all about it now!

I'll be updating it semi-frequently whenever I get the chance! The doc so far has some stuff, criticism, info about the AU as a whole. Right now it only has chapter/episode 1 and a partially finished ep2. It's all very self-indulgent and my opinion type beat but hey maybe someone will enjoy it? Idk. It's a serotonin boost and a fun lil side project for me and I like sharing that kinda stuff aaaaa

anyway I hope those curious/ppl who want to find out what in the hell I've been talking about can enjoy it!

Episode 01: Viper Overview: Introduction to “Viper”.

The episode starts with Carolina and Tucker discussing dinner while walking out of Chorus’ General Hospital (the same one Wash was admitted to). They walk towards a corner alleyway as Tucker tries to contact Iris/Grif to get them a ride home.

Carolina: “Well we can get our dinner quicker, once you call Grif”

Tucker: “I know! He’s just not getting my calls.”

Tucker struggles for a while more trying to get in call with Grif, or even sending him a message. He sighs.

Carolina: “No signal?”

Tucker: “Yup. Signal’s down here too.”

Carolina sighs as well.

Carolina: “I don’t suppose we have enough pocket change for a motel?”

Tucker: “Oh I’m sure we will if we share a bed. Bow ch-”

Carolina: “Don’t push it, Tucker.”

Tucker mumbles the rest to himself as he tries to contact Grif again. Carolina looks around the alley as she waits. Getting a little impatient, Carolina tries to suggest moving to a different location.

But before she can finish her sentence, she calls out to Tucker as she pulls him out of the way from an oncoming knife.

Tucker: “Hey-! What the fuck!”

Carolina lets go of Tucker, turning around to see who the attacker was, with Tucker following her lead.

In front of them was someone in black and pink armour, admiring the same knife that was thrown at Tucker. She turns her attention to them, pointing the knife at Tucker.

???: “You. The key, hand it over.”

She calmly says as she slowly walks towards the two. Carolina slowly puts herself in front of Tucker, realising the situation they’re in.

Carolina: “You’ll have to get through me first.”

???: “Agent Carolina. An honour to meet you.”

Carolina: “What? Do you want an autograph?”

???: “No need. I do have a present for you though.”

A blue small lightning flash appears right next to the attacker, another person in black and blue armour appears. With the rising danger, Carolina motions for Tucker to leave.

While Tucker slowly sneaks off, Carolina grabs hold of her pistol.

Carolina: “I think I’ll have to decline.”

Carolina and the attacker banter for a bit. The one in black and blue notices Tucker leaving before unsheathing his own knife and tossing it in front of Tucker. He appears before him, making Tucker jump back, confusing him.

???: “Going somewhere?”

Tucker: “How- You were just- How the hell-”

Carolina, noticing the attacker’s partner's disappearance, calls out to Tucker again. Pulling and dragging him away from the two as they flee.

[Insert fight scene here of Tucker and Carolina fighting the two, fighting to the best of their abilities despite limited weapons, making use of the garbage bin lids. In the end, they are able to escape intact -- though Carolina does sprain her arm -- after running into a public area.]

Tucker: “Did… Did we lose them?”

Carolina: “Looks like it.”

The two find themselves in the busy night market of Chorus.

Tucker: “So…” *pant* “Wanna get some dinner?”

Carolina: “Honestly, I could go for a drink…. But we should report this to Kimball first.”

Carolina walks into the crowd, looking for the Capitol where they could find Kimball.

Tucker: “Seriously? No-” *pant* “-dinner?”

Carolina: “We can get some later.”

Tucker grunts, following Carolina who's already looking for a cab.

[Fast forward Kimball’s office]

An assistant opens the door for the two, Kimball’s still in her office, packing up, looking like she’s about to finish for the night.

Assistant: “President Kimball, you have some guests.”

Kimball: “Not right now I’m-”

Kimball looks up to see Carolina and Tucker, in an instant, she almost drops the paper in her hands, quickly trying to calm herself and be more ‘presentable’. She dismisses the assistant and invites the two in.

Kimball: “Carolina-! Tucker… Ahem, now what do I owe to this unexpected visit?”

Carolina: “Wish we could have met on more, positive terms but, we just got attacked.”

Kimball: “Oh…”

Kimball slides down into her chair. Sighing.

Kimball: “I’m sorry… Crime has been a bit rampant, to say the least.”

Tucker: “Yeah, you wouldn’t happen to have a phone here? We couldn’t get a signal anywhere.”

Kimball: “It won’t work. Communications have just been cut off.”

Carolina: “What?”

Kimball explains that most of the communication towers have been hijacked and that they’re sending a team to check it out tomorrow morning. She offers to provide a couple of rooms at the military site for the time being. Carolina shoots Tucker a look, and Tucker sighs, hanging his head down.

Tucker: “We’re-”

Carolina: “Could we join the team?”

Kimball: “A-are you sure? You’ve already done so much for Chorus, I-”

Tucker: Begrudgingly “We insist.”

Carolina: “It sounds like our attackers are linked to this case. We might as well join now.”

Kimball nods.

Kimball: “Well… Let me show you where you’ll be staying. The team will meet you at 0700 sharp.”

[ END ]

[hailbop1701]

Curing a Rainy Day

A sort of five times Star Trek gen fic for your viewing pleasure. I mentioned I would write it but please be aware that I wrote this on my phone late at night and I has no beta. Typos and mistakes will be found. 🤣

-H❤🖖

Word Count: 2,166

Sulu:

Leonard McCoy wasn’t a huge touchy-feely type of man. Well, that’s what he really wants folks to think anyway. He was a doctor and that meant it was his oath-bound duty to cure what ails his patients. Whether it was from a physical malady or an emotional one. The first time he initiated his “Rainy Day Cure” --title courtesy of his daughter-- to one of the command crew he was surprised that it was Sulu of all people. If Len were being honest he thought it would have been Jim. Sure he had hugged the kid in the past but he always let Jim be the one to initiate contact. The reason why is complicated and a story for another time. 

When he found him the young pilot was huddled alone in Observation Room Five, his shoulders hunched, his down so his eyes were hidden and mind lightyears away. Leonard had a feeling he knew where. The chaos after Khan and Marcus had caused a lot of damage, and not all of it was physical. They were all still healing even a year later. They had left Kronos not three hours ago and according to the mission report, Sulu’s younger sister was…

Not who she claimed to be. ‘Yuki,’ McCoy recalled her name lamely as he made his way loudly over to the depressed man.

She revealed that she worked for Section 31 and was determined to fix the Federation the right way. Though the term “Right way” is skewed for many folks. War was almost started, again and the Enterprise had to stop it, again. Section 31 now had the last little pebble of Red Matter and was holding it like a…” Nuclear deterrent” as the old saying goes. 

Shaking his head Leonard pushed recent events to the back of his mind and continued on his own mission. Plopping down on the couch that faced the giant window of stars, McCoy leaned forward so his elbows rested on his knees. 

He didn’t offer his apologies or sympathies, he knew Sulu didn’t want them. So they sat in silence. Sulu just shook his head and looked up at the doctor with confusion and betrayal in his eyes. “I don’t - I” he stopped swallowing and the helmsman looked so young Leonard didn’t even think about it until after he had already done it. 

He wrapped an arm over Hikaru’s shoulder and squeezed. Sulu stilled for a moment before relaxing and saying what needed to be said, a weight slowly lifting off his shoulders and his chest. 

Scotty:

Leonard and Scotty were both having a terrible terrible time. The cold sucked in Leonard’s opinion and being trapped on an ice ball of a planet only confirmed his feelings. Looking over at the Enterprises Chief Engineer, Leonard had a feeling that he wasn’t alone in his thoughts and feelings. 

The Scot was curled into a tight ball up against the last running console the entire ‘Fleet base had. He was shivering and muttering to himself, glaring at the distress signal he had rigged up. There was nothing they could do but wait. Rubbing his hands together to warm them Leonard moved toward the console and slid down to the floor next to Scotty. Touching shoulders with Scotty, McCoy tucked his hands under his arms and sighed. There was nothing he could really say to ease the engineer’s anxiety -- which stemmed from Delta Vega no doubt --  so he simply let his presence be enough. 

Scotty glanced at Leonard to see that he was looking back at him with calm understanding. Grunting Scotty curled himself closer to the CMO and let the man wrap an arm around his shoulders. They didn’t speak a word and only moved when they heard the sounds of the rescue party on the other side of the sealed doors. 

Chekov:

Pavel Chekov was the youngest of the command crew, so he was automatically protected and treated like the youngest sibling of a giant family. The navigator understood that his friends didn’t mean to and that it was just sometimes a reflex but he was getting damn tired of it. Today was his birthday, he had finally turned twenty! Chekov was so pleased to find that after the incident with Khan he was being treated like he should. There was one person who always treated him like he was young and precious. 

Pavel found that he didn’t mind so much. Doctor McCoy treated almost everyone that way -- even though he wasn’t that much older than the rest of them --  in an almost fatherly manner. A true caretaker. Chekov allowed the behavior from no one but McCoy. 

Leonard walked into “Rec Room Two” taking in the crowd with a softening scowl. A small wrapped parcel gripped in his hand. He looked down at the present, weighing it in his hands carefully.  With a sigh, McCoy strode through the room looking for the birthday boy. Jim waved at him wildly from the other side of the room a huge grin on his face. Narrowing his eyes, Leonard saw that his captain wasn’t in fact drunk at all. Grunting in approval he smiled at Chekov who was hurrying over to greet him. 

“Happy Birthday Pavel,” 

Chekov grinned and his eyes widened at the present presented to him. Leonard gestured for him to open it and the young man did excitedly. The wrapping paper littered the floor a long black box in its place. Slowly opening the box the navigator knocked a silver antique pocket knife into his hands. Examining it closely he looked up at McCoy in confusion. 

Leonard shifted nervously on his feet. Clearing his throat he pulled out a similar from his belt. “My daddy gave me this one to match his when I turned twenty. I know your pa wasn’t around as you grew up and so I thought…” his sentence fell into silence. For once Leonard McCoy was at a loss for words. Pavel quickly wiped a stray tear from his eye and grinned at his friend holding onto the gift tightly. 

“Thank you doctor!” he said gratefully and Leonard understood that it was for more than just a knife. A small smile graced the CMO’s lips and pulled the kid in for a hug. 

With anyone else, Pavel would have been annoyed. This was an exception. 

Uhura:

Leonard was tired. He longed for his bed but as he looked around at all of the injured crew he pushed the longing away. There was no time for it. Rubbing the blurry fatigue from his eyes he pushed on. Triage, surgery, aftercare. He really didn’t truly stop to breathe until the middle of gamma shift when the ship was sleepy and quiet. The only noise was the soft beeps and whistles of monitors. His nurses quietly whispering and working. 

Christine hours ago told him to stop worrying and to go to bed already but something in him just couldn’t. Blinking dumbly down at the PADD in his hands he sighed and signed off on the next round of Spock’s antibiotics. During the Enterprises most recent scuffle the bridge took a hit and the science station exploded sending the first officer flying, earning him a ticket to medical. 

After the fight was over and things had only calmed down to a trickle of wounded instead of a flash flood, Nyota Uhura breezed through sickbay’s doors. She waited patiently and even helped where she could. When Spock came out of surgery and was placed in a private room she immediately went to his side and hasn’t moved an inch since. Jim would have been right beside her if he could afford to. But it appears the admiralty wanted words and had kept him busy since. McCoy had barely just convinced him to get some sleep saying that he would call if anything changes. 

That was three hours ago. 

Leonard walked -- though Nyota would say shuffled -- into Spock’s room, his eyes going straight to the monitors above the bed. The half Vulcan was resting peacefully. McCoy knew it was only a matter of time before he woke and would go into a healing trance. Something that should be monitored anyway. Leonard quietly wondered who he would grant the opportunity to slap Spock awake this time…

“Leonard!” 

The sound of his name made the CMO snap his head in Uhura’s direction. Her eyes were fire, filled with frustration, exhaustion, and worry. McCoy winced, “Sorry Nyota, guess my mind wandered a bit,” he said somewhat sheepishly. Her expression softened a flash of guilt passing through her features. 

“You need more rest. You’re going to run yourself into the ground at this rate,” she scolded half-heartedly. McCoy gave her a small smile and a shrug, 

"I'll rest when I'm not needed." He whispered and badly covered up a yawn. The hidden meaning behind his words wasn't lost on the linguist though. She pressed her lips into a tight line deciding not to comment. Instead, she rested her gaze on Spock once more her hand inches away from his. 

So deep in thought, Nyota hadn't even realized that McCoy had left and come back, a tray with a couple of hypos in his always unwavering hands. Catching her eyes he gave her another encouraging smile. He took care to tell her everything he was doing and how it would help keep infection away. Leonard knew he didn't have to explain but he felt it necessary to fill the quiet with "Illogical chatter" as Spock would surely call it. 

Uhura was so tired and so frazzled that she was startled to find the CMO crouching in front of her with concern all over his face. "You need to get some rest Nyota. I can have a cot brought in if you'd like…" 

Uhura, let a few tears fall before she bottled it up again. She shook her head wiping her face, "I'm alright Leo. Everything is just catching up to me…" she mumbled with a watery chuckle. Leonard snorted at the nickname she had given him, 

"Just let me know darlin' " 

And without truly thinking about it he pulled her into a hug. It only took Uhura a second to process what was happening before she wrapped her arms around him tightly. A genuine smile breaking across her face. The first time in hours she felt content, safe, and able to truly breathe. 

Jim: 

James T. Kirk was a touchy-feely type of man. Leonard supposed it may be from a less than stellar childhood. So whenever Jim would pull him into a one-armed hug or slapped his back or even leaned up against him, McCoy would let him. He would definitely bitch but only half-heartedly, Leonard needed to keep up appearances after all. 

So when they found Jim partially dead, hanging from his wrists in a cave all smirks and charm…

Well, no one batted an eye when -- after he made sure that the man would live -- Leonard pulled his best friend in for a hug. Jim just laughed, laid an arm over McCoy's shoulder, and leaned into the hug. 

"I only had to get tortured and offered to an alien God for you to hug me. Good to know," 

"Shut up Kid," 

Spock:

No one ever thought the words McCoy, Spock, and hug would ever be uttered but stranger things have happened on the Enterprise. 

No stranger than an alien device that turned back time. In a physical sense anyway. Leonard looked down at his adolescent hands and sighed with a heavy eye roll. "Not this again," he grumbled with a shudder. 

Looking around the room he saw Jim shouting at Mudd who had bought the alien weapon and decided to point it at him and Spock. McCoy tilted his head, his eyes going comically wide. 

Spock! 

Where was the green-blooded rugrat? Leonard looked around and sighed in relief at the sight of the first officer. He was hidden under a rickety wooden table. Crouching down Leonard gave Spock a small smile, he waved and gestured for the Vulcan to come closer. Apparently the younger you go the further your mind goes with it. Spock had a mentality of a...of well, a toddler. He couldn't have been more than two. 

Spock stared at Leonard intensely before darting out and crashing into his legs. McCoy stumbled a little before he got his footing. Spock looked up at him with wide scared eyes, tears threatening to fall. 'Must have gotten all Vucan-y at four or five,' Leonard thought as he picked up his friend. 

Leonard pulled Spock close, hugging him to his chest whispering softly. Spock seemed confused for only a moment before he buried his head into the young CMO's neck. 

Jim of course saw it all and later under the threat of meeting his end via an airlock kept his mouth firmly shut. The only thing the Starship Captain said -- which everyone agreed-- Doctor Leonard McCoy could absolutely cure a rainy day. 

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Love is a Dagger

Plot: Spoilers Loki 1x04 Sylvie manages to stop Ravonna from cutting Loki. Both escape with the TemPad, unaware of where it has led them...

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Chapter 2

"So how did the mission go?" Sam asked Bucky as they approached Loki and Sylvie side by side, not looking at the two. "The mission went without complications. We have..." Bucky broke off in the middle of his sentence as his gaze met the two variants. "Loki?" He looked at him with a puzzled expression and finally he noticed Sylvie as well. "Excuse me but do we know each other? This is the tower of the so-called Avengers, isn't it? My information might be outdated after all these years." Said Loki with a frown. "Stop your games, Loki." Sam said to him before turning to FRIDAY. "FRIDAY call the others to our position." He ordered, looking at Sylvie in confusion, it was clear that no one seemed to know how to respond to her. "Will do, sir." Replied the disembodied voice. "There's no need for that." Loki smiled and raised his hands as Bucky and Sam walked toward him. "Sylvie." He handed her the TemPad and she began typing something on it. "Battery at 5%." Explained Miss Minute's voice. "Can't you get a TemPad with a full battery?" Sylvie looked reproachfully at Loki and he shrugged his shoulders. "I didn't have time to check the battery." Replied Loki. The elevator opened and Wanda, Vision and Carol stepped out of the elevator and rushed to Bucky and Sam. "So back on a planet with no way out. What now?" Sylvie asked, looking at the group in front of them.

"Why are you here, Loki?" Sam asked, crossing his arms in front of his chest, his chin gesturing to Sylvie. "And who is she?" "An illusion. Besides, I'm in this room too, so you can ask me in person." She said mischievously and tilted her head with a smile. Sam turned his gaze from Loki to Sylvie. "So who are you?" Bucky asked curiously. The other Avengers said nothing yet, watching the spectacle before their eyes. "I'm Sylvie Laufeydottir, goddess of mischief." She declared confidently. "Goddess of mischief? Like Loki?" Wanda asked for the first time, Sylvie turned her gaze to her. "She's my variant." He explained, looking at her. "The inferior one, of course." Loki smiled mischievously at her and she jokingly punched him in the ribs. "If anyone is inferior, it's probably you." The Avengers looked at each other, unable to comprehend what was happening. "Anyway, what are you guys doing here?" Sam asked and Loki took a deep breath. "We're not here for you. We just need a sufficient power source to recharge the TemPad." Sylvie looked around, "The energy from this tower should be enough." "No. You will not use this tower for tem thing." Bucky explained to the two. "TemPad." Loki explained to the team. "If you're not going to help us, we're going to say goodbye." Loki left and Sylvie followed him, but they got in front of them and blocked their way. "We can't have two Lokis..." began Sam. "I'm not Loki anymore, I'm Sylvie." Sam looked at them briefly and nodded slightly. "We can't just let you two run around. We all know how that turned out the last time you were on Earth, Loki." Sylvie looked at him questioningly for a moment. "I don't know who you are, but you don't want to get in our way." Threatened Sylvie, raising her sword high. "We don't want any trouble with you." Bucky tried to reassure Sylvie. "But we have rules and we can't have two demigods walking around New York." "What do you think, you stay here after today, at Avengerstower and tomorrow morning we'll try to help you with this thing." "Why would we do that?" Loki asked, furrowing his eyebrows. "It would be a benefit to everyone. We can monitor you so you don't try to take over Earth and you might get to your goal of charging the TemPad, whatever that is, faster." Loki looked at Sylvie and she reluctantly lowered her sword. "Do you guys have a room? I'd like to freshen up." Sylvie asked, drained. "Yes we do." Sam nodded and motioned for both of them to follow him to the elevator. "Who are you?" Loki asked him as Sam pressed the button for the elevator. "I'm Sam, Captain America." Loki raised his eyebrows questioningly, but didn't ask. Sam led them down a hallway and stopped in front of a door. "This is your room, Sylvie. Loki, yours is directly across from hers." He pointed behind him. Sylvie nodded silently and entered her room. She closed the door silently with a small slam. "Charming." Sam said goodbye and headed for the elevator. "I'm not the same Loki you know in this timeline." He explained, and Sam turned to face him. "I know my other version died here, in this timeline. I want to ask you not to inform Thor of Sylvie's and my arrival." Sam nodded his understanding and left. Loki entered the small room and looked around, it was definitely not comparable to his chambers in Asgard, however it would suffice him for the moment. He took off his tie and threw it on the small nightstand next to the bed. Loki went to the bathroom adjacent to his room and entered it. He looked at the wound on his arm, it was almost completely healed, only the dried blood indicated that there had been a cut. A green glow enveloped his body and made his clothes disappear. He stepped into the shower and began to clean the dirt and blood from his body. His mind wandered to Sylvie. Sylvie, she is amazing and Loki was sure he had never met a woman like her. He wondered if Mobius had been right. Did he love her? Loki knew the answer. He left the shower and dried himself with the help of his Seidr. He let his pants reappear on his body, his shirt too dirty and broken to wear again. His magical inventory was exhausted, so his only option was to ask Sam for a shirt later. But he first had to finish what he had been trying to tell Sylvie at the Timekeepers. Loki left his room and knocked on her door. After a few seconds she opened her door, she was no longer wearing her horned helmet and had changed her armor into a simple black t-shirt and pants. "Loki? Why aren't you wearing a shirt?" Sylvie looked at him in confusion. Loki's hands shot up and wrapped themselves in her hair. Without Sylvie being able to react, Loki's lips were on hers and he pushed her into her room. After she got over her shock, after a few seconds, she began to kiss him back, holding him gently by his forearms. The kiss became increasingly passionate. Loki closed the door and gently pressed Sylvie against it. He tried to push his tongue him her mouth, but she refused and smiled slightly. Loki pressed his body against hers and made her moan, allowing Loki to push his tongue into her mouth. A loud beep made the two break the kiss, it was the TemPad signaling a fork in the time line, as on Lamentis. Loki let go of Sylvie and smiled. "You are my dagger, Sylvie."

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Notes: I had already started on the second chapter before I posted the first one, so don’t expect updates every day... I also had to do a lot of googling for this chapter.

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Chapter 1 in case you missed it:

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Inspired by:

Humans are Space Velociraptors

By:FreshRoses_InMyGarden_NeedTheRain

Some kids come from storks, others come from crashed spaceships

By: mmmajora

Home Again, Home Again

By: teeth_eater

All works can be found on Ao3

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Warnings: Cussing, needles, character conflicts, intentional poisoning, poisoning, Jaws reference

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“Humans are [and text here]”

Chapter 2: What is this, an interview?

Tommy was now restrained to a chair six feet away from the weird scientist alien. He had a dark brown lab coat with a fuzzy yellow sweater underneath, matched with black pants and black leather boots. His gold rimmed Harry Potter glasses slipped down his nose bridge a bit before he pushed it up and shuffled through papers. He wore a red beanie with a big whiff of his curly chocolate hair. His skin was a weird translucent grayish color with blue speckles decorating it. He had deep brown eyes with an odd electric blue circle outlining the pupil.

His tongue licked his finger as he turned the page. This was a habit that most of the weird teachers and counselors did. It always annoyed Tommy. This time fear was also mixed into that annoyance. His saliva was tinted blue and he had sharp teeth which immediately reminded him of a shark.

“You have shark teeth.” Tommy stated absentmindedly. Clearly, this caught the scientist alien off guard.

“I have what?” The alien asked, confused.

“Shark teeth.. ya know like the weird fish creatures that eat people.” Tommy started rambling causing the shark-alien to become even more confused and slightly alarmed. “I mean I think they eat people. That’s what the shark movie showed… what was its name, Jaws I think? I dunno, my foster mom freaked out in the middle of it and we went home. That lady was weird.. She made us wear itchy clothes and take weird photos before she sent me back to the group home.”

“What?..” The shark-alien asked. Tommy jumped a bit. He forgot he was rambling to a stranger. Alien stranger at that.

“Doesn’t matter.. What's the first question bitch-boy?” Tommy liked the way the alien jumped at the randomly timed insults.

“Er- right.. First off, what’s your name?” The shark-alien asked after collecting himself.

“Tommy Innit. Yours bitch-boy?” Tommy replied.

“Wilbur Soot. Stop calling me bitch-boy!” Wilbur huffed.

“Next question, bitch-boy!” Tommy emphasized the name, getting an even angrier expression in return. Wilbur’s weird blue circle flashed red for a second which caught Tommy off guard.

Wilbur took a shaky breath before asking the next question. “How old are you?”

“Old enough! I am a big man!” Tommy stated. Yet another thing that pissed him off.

“Age?” Wilbur asked, clearly irritated.

“18.” Wilbur raised a brow, “14.” Tommy huffed. His age should only be his business not some alien-bitch who didn’t even have his file.

“If you keep lying, I may have to get the truth serum from the back.” Wilbur half-heartedly threatened. Tommy, the big man that he is, did not get scared at that statement, only slightly unsettled which clearly showed on his face.

“Now, do you have a family?” Tommy tensed at the question. It was a touchy question and was not one that was asked often especially with his reputation.

“I am a big man. I don’t need a family to be great.” Tommy stated, happy with the answer. The alien-bitch shifted awkwardly.

“Right… What is your diet?”

“Umm.. I dunno, whatever I can find. I am allergic to nuts though..” Wilbur nodded in understanding and wrote things down in his notepad.

“What plants are poisonous to you?” Wilbur asked without looking up from his notes.

“Ermm, poison Ivy, poison oak… uh I think parts of rhubarb, and most wild berries. I am not sure other than that.” Wilbur nodded while adding bits to his notes.

“What was the place you lived like?” This time Wilbur glanced up to look at Tommy. This was again another touchy subject… How many times would this alien bitch get into the sad background?

“Shitty.” Tommy snapped. That was the only response the bitch was gonna get.

“Right.. Do you have music on Earth?”

Tommy scoffed, “Of course we have music, dumbass!”

“Can you tell me about the animals there?” Wilbur asked, almost hopeful.. which was weird. What was he hoping for?

“Erm I guess..” Tommy mumbled, trying to figure out where to start, “There’s a bunch of animals. Mainly on land. My favorite would be the cow.”

“What’s that?” Curiosity stained Wilbur’s face. This got Tommy excited; he was practically beaming as he started talking.

“Well they are these big ruminants that make milk and have horns. There are a bunch of types too like the highland cow, which obviously is the most poggers one. They are a Scottish breed with really long hair. I met one once, on a field trip his name was Henry.” Tommy rambled on for the next two and a half hours, jumping from topic to topic and explaining anything that wasn’t personal. He usually ended those paths with short insults.

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Wilbur hated to stop the kids' detailed story, but two and a half celestial hours had already passed, and Dream would be coming to check soon. Luckily, he had a couple new poisons that could pass off as a research development. He had even managed to send the distressed signal and no doubt Phil would already be there with the SBI craft ready to fly at any given moment.

“Alright Tommy.” His voice dropped to a serious tone causing the kid to stop his story of how he got poisoned by mushrooms on a camping trip. “You’re gonna have to trust me just for a bit. I am going to get you off the ship at the next stop but in the meantime I need you to tell me how allergic you’re to nuts.” The kid immediately tensed at the question.

“I am mainly allergic to tree nuts.. almonds being the worst. After a few minutes I can’t breathe properly and I usually pass out. The doctor said if I don’t get it treated within 15 minutes, death is most likely.” He took a moment to go through the information. The kid most likely has an anaphylaxis reaction to tree nuts. Meaning either he would have to know the exact time of landing and exactly where Phil was or he needed another poison that was less severe.

“Alright, here is what we’re gonna do. I have a chemical mixture that is similar to that of rattlesnake venom. I also have a chemical substance that numbs any pain you may feel. Side effects would include being very very tired and delirious over the next few days. Along with being knocked out for a good ten hours. To put it simply I am gonna fake poison you, in order to get you off the ship. It’s your choice if you’re willing to do it.” Wilbur paused to study the kid still restrained in front of him. It was odd how relaxed the kid seemed to be in a situation like this. He had no urge as far as Wilbur was aware, to fight against anything that happened. His complaints only being those that touched on personal matters. It was unsettling to say the least, and intrigued Wilbur. He really wanted to unravel the life the kid had lived before this and how he was actually dealing with the situation.

There was a long pause before the kid spoke, “I wouldn’t mind getting away from the weird smiley bitch.. plus you seem nice and to know what you’re doing so sure. Poison me bitch.” He said the last sentence with an enthusiasm Wilbur wasn’t expecting. He took a moment to rethink his plan, which was interrupted by a knock at the door.

“Dream says you better have advanced in your stupid testing. Otherwise he’s gonna kick you off the ship at the next stop.” Stated the rather rude blazeling, Sapnap. The blazeling never liked Wilbur and made a point to argue against any advancements at meals. That led to Dream installing a new system of emails and Wilbur eating meals alone.

“Yea yea, it’s going!” He yelled through the metal door.

“Better be.” The blazeling snapped before making a non quiet track back to his quarters.

“Stupid blazeling.” Wilbur grumbled as he sorted through vials and picked up new needles and measured out the substances. “We are going to start with the anesthetic then move onto the poison.” He softly addressed Tommy.

Wilbur swiftly disinfected Tommy’s shoulder and gave the needle. He then gave the second needle. Immediately Tommy slumped over. Wilbur swiftly took off Tommy’s restraints and moved him on to the patient bed in the back corner of the room. After the transfer was done he clipped the body restraints around Tommy and waited for the alert signaling landing.

After about five minutes the light next to the door turned blue. He moved over to his seat and clipped on the safety belts. The light turned green and the ship shook momentarily before a thud could be felt. Quickly as Wilbur could, he emptied the needles into the waste bin and waited for his soon-to-be-ex-boss to arrive.

Dream stepped through the door and glanced around the room before heading to Wilbur for his report.

“Report.” The dreamon commanded.

“The subject's body would have gone through a painfully slow death and have multiple organ failures if I did not intervene. The chemical mixes used created a conflict in the patient’s body which resulted in the patient falling into exhaustion as they recovered.” He responded in a monotone tone. Dream looked over Tommy. He flinched back in disgust as Tommy grunted in his sleep.

“Is that all?” The dreamon questioned.

“No.” Wilbur swallowed down his panic, “This is the last testing I will be doing with this crew.” The dreamon scoffed.

“I am assuming you’re getting off at this planet?” Dream spit. Wilbur knew he absolutely hated when people left his crew as he saw it as a direct violation of his loyalty.

“Yes.” The phantom stated, keeping his even tone apparent. With that Dream stormed out cursing in Siestian. Somewhere in the mess of words he told Wilbur to get his things.

Without hesitation he grabbed his bag from his quarters, which was held in a small room that branches off the lab. He half sprinted down the short hallway and straight to the bed Tommy was on. He swiftly unrestrained the human and sat him up. He slipped on boots and gloves then tied a cloak around the kid. He pulled the hood up and carried him off of the closest exit. There were faint yells from Dream down the hallway and reassurances from the only two beings that put up with him. And with that Wilbur was off to find the only craft he had ever called home. The SBI ship.

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Chapter 2- End

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End Notes: ‘‘twas to lazy to reread... sorry for minor mistakes. Also suggestions are always appreciated!! Please reblog...

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Chapter 3:

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Wilbur:

[wordsfromthesol]

Summoning Ritual (2/3)

Author: @wordsfromthesol Taglist: @malfoys-demigod  @pricetagofficial  @zphilophobiaz @queencommonsense @edenspolaroids @bonzhur @silverw19 @sleepingwithsirensfangirl1 @red-for-harleen Pairing: Tim Drake x Reader Summary: You try a summoning ritual, optimistically hoping to be reunited with your parents, but somehow end up in Gotham. At Wayne Manor. Doesn't this stuff only exist in comic books and television? Word Count: 1.5k

Part One   Part Three

It'd been a week and you heard nothing. A week running around the Wayne Manor – okay it could be worse, this was like a dream – but you just wanted answers. You wanted to be home. How could the spell have gone so wrong? You stumbled down the stairs and wandered into the kitchen to see Alfred making breakfast.

"Good morning Miss Y/N. I'm afraid you won't have company this early. It was a rather late night for our caped crusaders."

You gave a faint smile, still forcing the sleep from your eyes. "No worries Alfred. You're all the company I need." Your eyes shot down to the cup of coffee placed before you. "They haven't found out anything, have they?" Cradling the mug, you looked up at him, hope bursting through your eyes.

"I would not know miss." That wasn’t the answer you wanted.

"They would tell me though…right?" The question was pointless, you knew them well enough to know the answer, but you asked anyway.

"I am sure they will tell you what they can."

You let out a deep sigh, the diplomatic answer. You weren't really sure what you were expecting, but that didn’t help. An awkward amount of time passed before you decided to speak up again.

"Do you think I could get out of here for a bit? Go to a coffee shop or something? It's 9 am. Gotham can't be that bad at 9 am." You were trying to reason with Alfred as much as you were trying to reason with yourself. You've read the stories.

"I do not wish you to feel a prisoner, Miss Y/N. You may take whichever vehicle you like. But please also take this, it is equipped with a distress signal." Your eyes lit up as Alfred handed you the cellphone. Eagerly, you grabbed the device and headed for the garage. "Oh, and don't be gone too long. I fear Master Timothy would have my head."

"We wouldn't want that!" You called out behind you as you raced down the hallway.

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Barely an hour had passed before Tim traipsed downstairs and into the kitchen. Alfred jumped at the sight of his half-asleep form rummaging through the cupboard. "Master Timothy, I did not expect you awake so soon. You only retired a few hours ago."

"Hm…unfortunately Wayne Enterprises doesn't acknowledge my nightly escapades." Tim shuffled towards the coffee machine, mug in hand. "And my presence is required on a conference call in 10 minutes." Tim's eyes shifted around the kitchen, "Where is Y/N?"

"She decided to get her coffee elsewhere this morning." Alfred's calm demeanor made it difficult to get angry, but Tim managed it anyway.

"SHE WHAT?! And you let her?!" His voice echoed through the room.

"She is not being held captive Master Timothy. We must let her forge her own way, especially when the answers she seeks are sparse."

"Do you know where she went?" Tim tried to regain his composure, after all, Alfred did have a point.

"I do not. I did, however, send her with a phone." Tim jumped out of his seat just as Alfred finished the sentence and raced to the nearest computer. It was only a matter of seconds before he had your location.

"She's standing in an abandoned building…" Unsure of the unusual results, he double-checked the information. When the same location appeared on the screen, Tim sat back in the chair with a puzzled look plastered across his face.

"Perhaps she is at a nearby intersection?" Alfred suggested upon seeing Tim's distress.

"Maybe…I'm going to check it out."

"Sir, your conference --" Tim was gone before Alfred could finish his sentence.

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Tim found you standing in the middle of the abandoned building staring blankly into space. You seemed to be in a trance. "Y/N…" He whispered as he approached you. As Tim gently placed his hand on your shoulder, your vision went black. You slumped down, losing all feeling in your body as a scene played in your mind.

"Fuck Z, what are we going to do?! I can't…she can't --" He looked down, staring at the tiny hand wrapped around his finger.

"I know. We have to let her go."

"And what? Just hope and pray that that fucking demon doesn't find her?!"

"No. We send her somewhere else. A world where he is just a scary story. A myth." The raven-haired girl looked down at the child with an overwhelming sorrow in her eyes.

"A barrier even he can't break…" The scruffy blonde man mumbled, realizing what had to be done.

"We have to say goodbye. It's the only way." A dark void appeared behind them.

"Y/N…" the voice just barely broke through the scene which had begun replaying in your mind. "You're going to be okay." The next sentence came through clearly as the features of the abandoned warehouse formed around you.

"Tt…Tim?" Your voice cracked.

"Y/N!" Hope beamed through his voice. "An ambulance is on its way. Just stay still." Tim urged as he grasped at your hands.

"No…no. I'm fine." You weren't entirely sure how you got here or how long you had been there. Did Tim come with you? "I just want to go home. Can we go home?" You closed your eyes as you pulled yourself into his chest. The motion was instinctive, you didn't realize what you had done until you felt him pick you up.

The solemn silence lingered in the air the entire ride back to the manor. Neither one of you could bring yourself to say anything. What was there to say? As the car pulled into the driveway, you let out a long sigh, bracing yourself to move again. Only as the car stopped, your feet stopped working as well. As much as your mind willed it, your body didn't budge from the seat. Relief flooded over your body as Tim opened the car door and gathered you in his arms.

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You woke up a few hours later, only vaguely aware of this morning's escapades. You turned on your side, trying to piece together the events and shook at the sight of someone else in the bed. The momentary fright subsided as you recognized Tim typing away on his computer.

"Uh…what happened?" You figured it must have been something bad since Tim apparently had left your side since.

"You're awake, how do you feel?"

"Dizzy and confused," you sat up and stared down at your hands, intertwining your fingers over and over again. "I remember an abandoned building. I don't even know how I got there, or what compelled me to go inside. "Then I heard your voice, and I woke up here."

"I got there, and you were just standing there. In the middle of the building. You looked as if the life had been drained out of you." Tim's voice hitched at the recollection. "As soon as I touched you, you collapsed. I was able to catch you just before you hit the ground."

"Was there…uh…was there anyone else in the room?" You urged him to continue, as two distinct faces plagued your memories.

"No…it was abandoned…" Tim furrowed his brows and shut his computer as he turned to face you. "Do you remember someone else?"

"I don’t know. I keep seeing these faces. They seem so familiar –"

Tim cut you off before you could continue. "Y/N, there's something you should know." Without thinking, he took your hands in his. "About your parents." He watched as a confused stare settled on your features. "They are from this world. My world.” He let out a sigh, preparing himself for your anger. “Zatanna and Constantine." Tim didn't need to say anymore, you knew those names. You knew those people.

"How long have you known?" You dreaded his answer, but you had to know.

"Since the day you got here." Your breathing grew heavy at his response, but before you could react, Tim continued. "I didn't want to tell you until we found them. We've put everyone on notice, and no one has seen them…well since you got here."

"And you didn't think that was important?!" You got up from the bed, unable to sit still any longer. "Did you think it was some coincidence?" You scoffed at your own question. "Of course, you didn't. You're better than that. We both know you're better than that so don't insult me."

"I didn't want to present you with another problem, okay!" Tim screamed back at you as he joined you in the center of the room. His voice sombered, "I wanted to give you answers. You deserve answers. And I don't have them." You could tell he was just as mad at himself. Then, as if almost on cue, Dick raced into the room.

"Enough with the lover's squabble! We found them." Apparently, your argument could be heard throughout the Manor. Dick motioned for you to follow him. All your emotions soured, and you didn't know how you were supposed to react. You stood there, like a deer in headlights, until you felt Tim's hand intertwine with yours.

"Whatever happens I'll be right here." He whispered to you before tugging you out of the room.  

[mca-attack21]

The Sacrifice

Hi guys, this was an interesting concept that I thought I would try out. I haven’t quite decided if I want to leave it as a stand-alone or add a second part. Anyways, grab your bow-ties and enjoy!

You had gone on so many incredible adventures with The Doctor. As a side-effect, you had often been placed in dangerous situations, but you were never truly scared because you always knew that the Doctor would come for you. You knew that at the end of the day, everything was going to be okay because that was who he was, the man who saved the universe. You loved him with all of your heart and you chose willingly to put your faith in him. 

But this time was different. This time you were absolutely terrified.

The Doctor and you had traveled to a planet to waste some time as Amy and Rory were ‘honeymooning’ in Amsterduke. You would never pass up a chance for one on one time with the Doctor and were excited to see what the day would bring.

And everything was going great, at least until the two of you were captured. When you woke up, you were being held in some type of pod. You couldn’t move to even begin to try to get out. You saw that across the room the Doctor was strapped down to some sort of table, the aliens were hovering over his seemingly unconscious body.

“Why are you doing this?” you yelled gaining their attention.

“We have been waiting for centuries to find someone with time vortex energy to use as a stabilizer. He refused us, so we are going to take away his option to disagree with us by making him autonomous,” one of the creatures said bluntly.

“What does that mean?” you asked already afraid of the answer.

“We will end his independent brain function, and put his body in a permanent state of homeostasis. But don’t worry, he won’t feel it.”

“You’re going to kill him!” you yelled.

“We have no other choice. But don’t worry, as he stabilizes the ruptures in time, his existence will be rewritten, you will not remember him,” the creature tried to reason.

Your mind rushed as you realized what it had just said and with complete confidence you said, “Use me.”

“What?” the creature, who you later learned was the leader, asked.

“I am covered with vortex energy, and am entirely willing, let me take his place,” you pleaded.

“Stop, what you are doing,” he order those that were working on the Doctor. He then turned back towards you. “You would be erased from time like you never existed.”

“I know, please, just let me take his place.” 

“Why would you do that?”

“Because he is the most important man, the last of his kind, the savior of the universe. Killing him would devastate the world, but me? It wouldn’t even leave a mark.”

“Do you love him?” he asked.

“More than anything in this world,” you answered sincerely.

“Okay, we will test you, if you are compatible we will make the trade and let him go free, you have my word.”

With that, you were escorted to another room where a female came in and ran tests.

“You are very brave,” she said.

“Thank you,” you mumbled.

“Don’t worry, we can make it to where you will never feel it.”

“What if you don’t? What if I want to stay cognizant? To be able to remember everything?”

“You would be in agonizing pain, why would you want that?”

“Because then I wouldn’t lose him.”

“It would ultimately be up to you, though I wouldn’t recommend it.”

The tests came back and it was confirmed that you were compatible. The leader came back in and said that it was the most honorable thing to make a sacrifice for love. He asked if there was anything that you wanted to do before they put you in the capsule. You asked him for the chance to say goodbye to the Doctor and the ability to make a phone call to assure he’d be taken care of afterward. He agreed.

As you were led back to the room, you tried to prepare yourself. You knew that you could never tell him what you were about to do. He would try to talk you out of it, but the leader had been clear that it was you or the Doctor. If you tried to escape, he would kill you both and after what you witnessed earlier, you knew that he could. You took comfort in the fact that the Doctor wouldn’t remember any of this. You knew that if he did he would blame himself and it would absolutely tear him apart. But it was okay because he never would.

You put a brave face on and pushed the door open. The doctor was now sitting up, swinging his legs over the side of the bed. He still looked awful, but managed to shoot you a weak smile as you entered.

“I don’t know how you did it, but you saved me, they are letting us go,” the Doctor said.

“Well, I figured it was my turn. You’re always saving me,” you replied taking a seat beside him. ‘But not this time’ you thought.

“I just need about an hour to recover and then we can go back to the TARDIS and forget any of this ever existed.”

Those words hurt you and you hadn’t really realized that you’d started crying until the Doctor reached up to wipe your tears.

“Y/n? What’s the matter?” 

“It’s nothing, I’m just glad that you’re okay. I was scared for a minute there,” you answered.

‘Even if that means that I will never see you again’ 

“Come on Y/n, I’ll always be okay as long as I’ve got you,” he promised.

This sentence brought more tears, which caused him to pull you into his arms with a painful inhale. You had to remind yourself that this was the only way. It was either you or him. And he would be fine, he wouldn’t remember you, he’d still have the Ponds and River. He would still be the Doctor, alive to fight another day. 

Without really thinking, you whispered, “I love you.”

“I love you too, Y/n,” he whispered into your hair.

The two of you stayed like that until there was a knock on the door signaling that your time was up. You felt like it wasn’t enough time, but you knew deep down that no amount of time could have ever felt like it was enough.

“That’s my cue, I have to go check on something. Just stay here and rest up,” you faked a reassuring smile.

“Oh, okay,” the Doctor said with confusion in his voice. He could tell that something was off, but he couldn’t quite put his finger on what it was.

You gave him a tight squeeze and in a moment of weakness you kissed him. You hadn’t even really meant to do it, but something inside of you took over. The Doctor was slightly caught off guard, but happy nonetheless. Another knock was heard at the door and you pulled away, leaving the Doctor with a slight pout.

You walked towards the door, knowing better than to turn around and look at him again. He mistakenly took this for embarrassment over the kiss.

“Was I that bad?” he joked, longing for you to smile over your shoulder and laugh.

But as you refused to look at him, he realized that it was something else. You hesitated for a moment as you reached the door and said, “Goodbye Doctor, thanks for the adventures,” and without missing a beat exited the room.

“Wait? What do you mean goodbye? Y/n?” he asked trying to push himself to his feet ignoring the aching in his muscles and the fire in his lungs. He watched as the door shut behind you and tried to force it open. His hearts sank as he realized that his feeling that something was wrong was being confirmed. He forced himself over to his suit jacket to get his sonic, knowing deep down that he was running out of time. But it wasn’t there, someone must’ve taken it. 

He was starting to panic, he was trapped in here while you were out there. He wasn’t there to protect you. He was also incredibly frustrated as he now knew that you were hiding something from him, him. That could only mean that you were about to do something incredibly stupid, something that you didn’t think he’d be able to fix, something you didn’t want him to see. A tear rolled down his cheek, that wasn’t your decision to make. He forced himself back over to the door, and tried to open it. The exertion eventually came to much and he sunk down with his back against the wall. He felt so helpless, this was all his fault. And for the first time in a very long time, the Doctor cried. But even as the tears fell, he started to forget why he was crying.

By the time the door opened, he was surprised to see who entered. For it was the woman who perplexed him endlessly. The one he was pretty sure that he was going to marry someday.

“Hello Sweetie,” River said with a smile, though he saw the sadness in her eyes, but, he knew better than to ask. Spoilers.

“River? What happened? Where am I? Where are the Ponds?”

“Amy and Rory are on a honeymoon adventure in Amsterduke. You decided to come here and waste some time, but bit off a little more than you could chew. Your captors almost killed you, but it’s okay, everything has been handled. Should we go find the TARDIS?” she asked pitching him his sonic.

“Of course,” he said, though he had this strange feeling that something was missing.

River grabbed his coat, which he gratefully accepted. Something was missing, where was his bow-tie? Oh well, he had plenty more in the TARDIS. Though he couldn’t help but feel a bit out of sorts. The two of them made their way back to the TARDIS and the Doctor made himself some tea to help his body rebalance itself. When he returned to the console room, he was surprised at River’s unusually quiet demeanor. 

“So, aren’t you going to ask where we are this time? Pull out our diaries, do the whole nine yards?” the Doctor asked, trying to lighten the mood.

“Oh, of course,” she said smile brightening her face. River knew how to put on an act for him. She was practically the only person alive who knew what had actually happened that day. But she could never tell him, time didn’t work like that. If there was any chance of getting you back, the Doctor would have to remember you for himself.

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Late Nights ~ JJK [M] [Request]

➳➳➳Word count: 2,206

➳➳➳Genre: SMUT with some fluff

➳➳➳Pairing: Professor!Jungkook x Student!reader

➳➳➳A/N: I realised after I finished writing you said romantic so I hope this is okay if not please message me and I will rewrite you something

➳➳➳: WARNINGS: All consensual and legal professor/student, pet names (dirty and cute)

Dating professors was against the college campus rules but it wasn't stopping you and your English Litertreture Professor Mr Jeon Jungkook. Looking back on it now you can't remember how it all even started, you just remember being yelled at for incompleted homework one minute and the next you were bent over his desk while he held your hair back fucking you roughly. Since then you'd been together for a year, not just sex, you were dating. He lived with you in your off-campus apartment and things seemed to be going really well,

"For those who were paying attention!" He yelled dropping a heavy stack of folders onto your desk in front of you. You were daydreaming in the middle of class again and Jungkook was starting to lose his temper, he couldn't show that he was having favourites in his class which resulted in him coming across harsher than usual to you than anybody else.

"If you're caught daydreaming again Miss Y/l/n I will give you a longer essay, understood?" You nodded and flicked through the folder he'd placed in front of you, it was a giant purple folder where you kept your assignments. Everyone had their own and every single assignment was slotted into it for him to grade.

"A D?" You whispered to your friend, you glanced over at her paper and she had an A+ yet she did less work than you, you shut the folder and Jungkook noticed the pout on your lips.

"Problem?" All eyes were on you now and you looked up at him,

"Yeah, I don't think I deserved this grade..." He looked down at the paper and nodded while tapping his fingers on it.

"No, I think you deserved it, I think I was being rather generous actually but I'd be happy to regrade it if you want to start it again." You stared at him as the bell rang,

"You should stay behind and talk to me." You knew what he meant by that and you weren't about to let him get that kind of satisfaction from you, not when he'd just embarrassed you in front of a class full of 20 people so you slammed the folder shut and walked out with it clutched against your chest. You tried not to cry in front of anyone but it was hard, he was always o mean to you in class and you hated every second of it.

Jungkoook hasn't gotten back until 11 that night and once he was in the house he walked around before going to bed. You'd laid there for hours waiting until you knew he was out cold before you got up to go and work. You were now sitting in the kitchen with your laptop and a tub of ice cream writing your assignment for him. The spoonful of ice cream was hanging out of your mouth while you typed the sentence to the newest assignment he'd given out that day when he walked into the kitchen. He noticed you were sitting on the barstool in one of his work shirts, one leg hanging down while the other was tucked up against your chest for your chin to lean against, you looked adorable even with the ice cream dripping down your chin which was sending mix signals through his body. One half of him was imagining you on your knees in front of him while the other was getting mad at you for being up so late.

"It's 3 am, how long have you been awake and why are you even still awake?" You threw the spoon back into the carton of ice cream you weren't going to talk to him, you just continued to type while he walked over and looked at the screen in front of you.

"The feud is demonstrated in the prologue, it is only circumstantial that Romeo is born into the Montague family and is a complete waste of space and just wanted to get his dick wet because he ''loved'' one girl and then another within a couple of seconds." He was reading off your laptop screen, you paused your typing and stared at the screen. Jungkook was laughing at what you'd written,

"If you hand that in I'll fail you." He chuckled but you scoffed at him,

"You'll just fail me anyway." You got up and put the now empty carton of ice cream into the bin and placed the spoon into the dishwasher,

"What are you talking about?" You ignored his question and went back to typing up the assignment deleting everything you'd written about Romeo and then starting the real work you had to do.

"You've done enough, it's 3 in the morning and you have an early class." But you ignored him trying to get it done but he shut the laptop screen down.

"Bed," You groaned at him and tried to open the laptop again,

"You see," He sighed, "This is exactly why I wouldn't let you get your own place, you'd work yourself to death." When you ignored him again he had enough and picked you up carrying you over his shoulder.

"You're going to bed." He carried you through to the bedroom and laid you down on the bed,

"Do you know what happens when you don't do as your told Jagi? I've told you a million times before but you still think you know what's best?" You squirmed around,

"Eh, eh eh," He said tutting at how you were behaving,

"You're not going to move, Mr Jeon is very upset with you right now." He whispered into your ear, kissing up and down your neck.

"I think you should make it up to me, don't you?" You stayed silent but he watched as you stared at him, you knew not to disobey him when he was in a mood.

"You're not moving from this bed until A) You've learned to listen to me," He kissed you on the lips,

" B)  You get good enough sleep," He sighed at you and you looked up at him from the bed, he had your arms pinned above your head.

"You're supposed to take a break so you can rest your smart little mind of yours." You cocked your head to the side and pouted,

"I'm not sure my professor will like that, he's mean to me." You mumbled but he growled into your ear and ground his hard-on against your thinly clothed core. You bit back the whimper,

"You're still a bad girl for staying up late," You wriggled from the bed and dropped onto your knees in front of him pulling down the shorts he was wearing and then his boxers. You took him into your hand and began to pump him in your hand slowly,

"Don't tease, you've been naughty enough." You licked the tip of his cock and he growled at you,

"Fuck who knew such a sweet girl could behave so badly." You took him all the way into your mouth and held onto his thighs as you did so, bobbing your head and staring up at him. He was moaning loudly and he thrust his hips into your face, rolling his head back and groaning out your name. Your eyes rolled back a little whenever he hit the back of your throat.

"You like this...when I face fuck you...huh?" You moaned around his cock as you ground yourself down against your foot to give yourself some kind of friction,

" go on, admit it...you're a dirty little cock slut aren't you?" He was moaning out and hissing with every thrust he thrust into your mouth,

"Tell me you like this," He pulled out of your mouth and smiled as you giggled at him,

"I love it, I'm your cock slut." You giggled only making him groan out,

"That's it," He stood you up from your knees and bent you over the bed.

"I'm going to fuck you in that tight little cunt," He whispered pulling your hair into a tight ponytail so your chest was arched off the bed, you whimpered as he rubbed his tip along your folds.

"So wet and I haven't even touched you yet, I bet I'll just-" He was cut off by the moan he was giving out as he slid right into you.

"So fucking tight every time," You moaned out loudly gripping onto the sheets in front of you and he chuckled softly,

"F-Faster K-Kookie." You whimpered with a whisper looking over your shoulder at him, he pulled out of you only to slam back in roughly pinning you down to the bed with his hips,

"Why are you being so quiet, princess? Let the neighbours know who's fucking you this well." You cried out as he continued his fast-paced thrusts not giving you time to adjust to him but hitting your G-spot every time.

"Fuck! Kookie right there!" You screamed out into the bedding as he brought you closer and closer to the edge, your stomach tightening with every hit.

"You feel so good princess," He whispered as he bent down to pound into you,

"Wrapped so fucking tightly around my cock," He groaned out and his hands fell from your hair to grip onto your hips so he could steady himself,

"Squeezing everything out of me, just like that first time." You clenched around him as he mentioned your first time together,

"You came in wearing that short skirt and crop top without underwear." He grunted remembering how good you looked sitting in front of his desk crossing and uncrossing your legs so he could see how much you wanted him.

"Such a cock hungry whore aren't you?" You whimpered at the nicknames he was giving you, he knew exactly how to get you where you needed to be.

"Clench around me just like that baby." He chuckled as you continued to clench him, your eyes rolling back as you felt yourself getting closer.

He pulled out from you and turned you around to face him so you were in the missionary position,

"I want you to look me in the eyes when you cum baby girl, huh? You wanna look up at me while you cum?" He slipped back into you making your head roll back but he put his hand on the base of your neck and forced you to look up at him,

"I asked you a question." He growled holding himself in place his tip almost where you needed it but not quite there,

"Yes Mr Jeon, fuck I wanna look at you while I cum around you." You moaned out and he thrust into you once again hitting that spot and getting you close once more.

"You're so close baby aren't you?" You'd lost the ability to talk from the bliss you were experiencing, you felt as though your whole body was floating.

"You don't get to cum until I do, that's how it works pumpkin." He chuckled as he saw your eyes widen, he knew you weren't great at holding back but you were getting there.

"Just like that, fuck I can feel you clenching again." You begged for him to let you cum and he chuckled at you,

"fuck I'm gonna fill you up so much princess...fuck you've earned every last drop haven't you?" You nodded frantically and he smirked down at you.

"Fill me up,"

"Jesus baby...okay," He grunted thrusting in and out of you at the routinely fast pace,

"You're gonna cum first, you're gonna milk every single drop out of me aren't you?" He began sucking along your neck and you moaned out his name your hands making their way into his hair as you tugged roughly, you were on the edge and you knew the moment he told you to you were going to lose it.

"Cum. Cum right now," You let out a scream of his name as you felt it building up pleasure rushed through you making your hips buck and legs shake as you clenched around him,

"Look me in the eyes baby girl, that's it. Good girl." You continued riding out your high as he stared down at you smirking as he felt you cumming around him,

"Shit baby just like that, cum all around me." He let out a small whimper before he began groaning and thrusting into you, spilling hot white liquid into you.

"Fuck," He grunted as he continued to thrust into you despite having finished, you could feel him leaking down your thighs but you didn't care, your head was clear from the orgasm you'd had and you were a giggling mess,

"You're my filthy little what?" He questioned pulling out of you and laying down on the bed next to you,

"Cum slut." You finished making him chuckle tiredly, he watched as you rolled over to lay against his chest and he smiled at you.

"I'm sorry I was so harsh to you in class." You hummed at him and he went onto apologise some more only stopping once he saw you were asleep on his chest,

"Goodnight baby. I love you." He whispered, kissing your head and reaching for a blanket for you both.

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My Mad Scientist

I know it's been what feel like a decade since I've released some of my work, but I'm back baby. I plan on updating every until Halloween, so hopefully I can keep that promise. I just got to fight off this writer block that's been beating my butt for months now. Anyway, I hope you enjoy. Remember to Comment and Like. Thank You.

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Day 243 on Sombrero's Ship

Professor went to Planet Beta to obtain a rare plant that he plans to work with to try out magic. He requested for the shipment of two other plants that he needs from Planet Xeon, but the receivers there are quite slow, so it's unknown of when they will get the message. Professor is getting quiet impatient-

"Of course I'm getting impatient," a voice yelled behind you angrily. You dropped your hands from the keyboard to tilt your head back at the voice. 

"They haven't had any connections," you teased the man. Well, I guess man would be the wrong word. 

The correct term would be a Znemorph from Planet Alpha. He was around 8 feet tall when he slouches, but could get to a height of 10'7 when he put in enough energy to actually stand up straight. His torso was humanish in a way, except his ribs expanded out more causing his waist to appear tiny. 

The skin on his body was kind of leathery with a silver holographic sheen to it. Six pair of arms extended from his torso, all thin and strangely long. The upper and lower arm had 3 thick fingers, whereas the middle arms sprouted four. He said that on his planet it meant that he was going to be something special, but you knew that was just simply him boosting his ego.

"I mean, so what? They got my call within one solar setting last time, but it's been six now," he yelled with his almond shape head twitching. His hair was styled in thick long twists of red that turned white the lower it went. On top of his head seem to be a skull mask, but was actually an evolution their body made for defense. If he feels threatened or angry, the mask cover his face, only allowing his 6 black eyes to be seen. 

"They have had non-stop fire storms that have been burning their receivers. They have to wait for them to stop in order to fix them. Then they will receive your signal," you explained slowly to him. In response, he just slowly blinks at you with a quirked circular eyebrow. "So you will have to wait longer."

A loud groan slipped from his throat as he threw himself back on your bed. The black duvet covered his upper body making his lower body stand out. Instead of normal muscular Znemorph legs, he had a pair of silvery mechanical prosthetics.

When you asked what had happened, he just simply explained that when a machine is in the red danger zone, don't continue to let it run. He also laughs really hard when in an action movie, they jump away from the explosion with their legs up above them. 

"But I want to try out magic right now. For all 509 years I've been alive, I have never gotten a chance to work with magic. And now we're at a part of the universe where it thrives and I can't do anything because their planet is dumb," he mumbled angrily.  His metal legs thrashed around as he threw another mini tantrums. 

He was the oldest creature on this ship, but somehow still manage to act like the youngest. But it was kind of adorable when he gets pouty. His cheekbones flares out in order for him to extend his tongue out of his mouth. 

"How about this? I have a lot of credits left, so I'll buy you some jello," you proposed already standing. A happy squeal came from the Professor's mouth as he tried to jump out of the bed. But in his joyous state, he failed to remember that he was wrapped up in your duvet.

A loud thump then clang followed after his body crashed onto the ground. His legs were first to move as they tried to kick the duvet off. 

"Ugh, this stupid human invention. Why can't-" his sentence was cut off as his mask slammed down over his face. He couldn't speak when the mask on, but you could see by his six eyes that he was getting more angry.

"Calm down, Professor," you sighed slowly. You took giant steps to get around your circular bed to help the Professor. The duvet had caught on a spring in his leg causing him to be stuck. An easy fix. 

"There you go," you sung out pulling the duvet from around the spring. He rolled his eyes and flipped off his back to get onto his two feet. The mask was still on his face and you could tell he was getting annoyed by not being able to talk. "So far, the key ingredient you are missing today is patience. Just be patience and the mask will go back up."

Four eyes closed leaving only the middle one. Lifting his middle left and right arm, he begin to wave them around while switching his hip. He strutted over to the duvet and in the most exaggerated motion, threw it onto the bed.

"You really shouldn't be making fun of someone who is going to be getting you some jello," you grumbled with a raised eyebrow. His four eyes slowly open before they begin to flutter at you. "Now flattery, you really trying everything in the book."

The walk to the canteen was majority you talking to him. You made the mistake of asking him a question and he went to respond but couldn't. This caused him to have another mini tantrum where he tried to shove his mask up. 

"It's going to be on there longer since you got angry again," you sighed out. You picked up the bronze spoon and bounced it on top of the jello. The two jellos sat on top of the table, uneaten, as the cold air conditioning in the room kept them in their natural state.

You didn't want to eat without the Professor. It would be quite rude for you to finish first and then have his mask come up, making him feeling like he should rush while eating. Jello was his favorite food, so he should have plenty of time to enjoy it. 

"I'm scheduled to check on Earth's veggie plants this afternoon," you whispered glancing up at him. He sat up a little and you could see his eyes starting to shine. "It's only for a little bit, so if you are free around that time you can come."

All six hands came up and started to do multiple versions of excitement: clapping, jazz hands, and a few fist pumps. His eyes were closed in happiness as he continued to so his little happy jig. He's so adorable.

A loud popping sound caught both of yours attention. You glanced up to see 6 black eyes and a flat nose. His face had a little more colour in it due to the heat from being under the mask; his cheeks had a small pink hue to it. He couldn't actually blush, since his skin was holographic, but you like to pretend that when a certain colour show up in that area that it's blush.

"Oh my gosh, finally!" he yelled quickly snatching his spoon up. In one sweep move, half of his jello was balancing on his spoon. His jaw dropped a little revealing his mouth.

They were filled with mini sharp teeth that grew blunter the farther back they went in. Two black tongues wiggled around as he tried to control his urge to snatch the jello with him.

The way Znemorph eat were quite different from humans. The can rip the food with their front teeth and use this type of acidic saliva to melt it in their mouth. In order to break it down faster, they usually shoot their tongue out to the food and wrap their tongue around it.

The Professor never said he was embarrassed by it, but it was easy to tell. When he ate in public, he tried to eat in what was deemed as 'appropriate'. But in private, he tends to do it the natural way.

It startled you when you asked him to try the human treat of jello. After a singular spoonful, his tongue shot out to the bowl and brought the entire thing in his mouth. He spent the entire week apologizing and avoiding eating around you. It took you awhile to finally coax him out of that state. 

"If you don't stop analyzing me and eat," Professor scolded narrowing his eyes. You blinked away the reverie and looked down at the food. His was completely gone, even the bowl was wiped clean. 

"How did you know I was analyzing you?" You mumbled embarrassed. You put the spoon in the bowl and brought out a small spoonful. You gently placed it into your mouth and allowed it to melt a little.

"When you are thinking real hard, your eyes gloss over and you sometimes twitch you fingers. You look like you are writing or typing," he explained waving his spoon around to drive home his point. He glanced over at your bowl of jello.

"Well," you drew out digging your spoon into your jello "I am used to taking notes of things I find interesting. So I guess you caught my attention,” you teased him with a small wiggle of your eyebrows. You pushed your spoon towards the Professor and he looked confused for a moment. “Say ah.”

He mimic the sound with his six eyes narrowed in confusion. You put the spoon in his mouth and dropped the jello onto his tongue. All movement in the Professor stopped as you brought the spoon out of his mouth. 

“Don’t think I didn’t notice you ‘analyzing’ my jello over there, Professor,” you joked. You put the spoon in the jello and took a small bite out of it. One thing the chef on this ship did was somehow make all food taste a thousand times better than anyone could imagine and somehow created new dishes while at it. Today, they recommend that you try out the new strawberry cheesecake flavored jello. You didn’t think the flavor and texture would mix, but they somehow made it tastes awesome.

A loud high pitched screech startled you causing you to drop you spoon on the table. You snapped your head up to look at the professor blue and pink holographic face. Why was his face so colourful all of a sudden?

The bottom right arm threw itself forward and reached towards the side of your head. Your earpiece was ripped out of your ear causing you to gasp at the cold air hitting your ear. 

“NIGONVNSOIENGRWSJGNiosrnJBNSDIOnO,” the Professor went off while holding the earpiece high above you. His hands were moving around in exaggerated movements as he continued to go off in gibberish.

Well, it wasn’t gibberish, it was just his native tongue. The ear piece he took out of your ear was an automatic translator that helped everyone on the ship understand each other. Everyone was able to talk to each other no matter where they came from or what species they were. So for you, everyone talked in English, but to them it was something totally different. 

“Professor, I know you know that I can’t understand you right now. Give me my translator so I can see why you’re throwing a tantrum," you grumbled sticking your hand out for your ear piece. He glances at your hand with narrowed eyes before hesitantly handing back your earpiece.

"Theraepjohtrs’ore-uxveodbwivbsj." You were trying your hardest to get the earpiece in your ear, but it was kind of hard when you felt rushed. Finally, the dang thing clicked into place and you felt a small electric shock tingle in your ear. "So, if you shall need me, I will be in my office."

The Professor spun dramatically on his prosthetic legs and marched off in the way of the offices. As he stomped away, you sat there confused and baffled at what just happened. 

You fed him some jello, which you thought was normal between the two of you. He always fed you food and you have had your share of throwing popcorn in his mouth. Maybe it was the flavoring that got to him. He's never had the cheesecake flavor, it was number 39 on his list of jello flavors to try. Was he mad at you for ruining his process of jello testing?

"I have no clue what just happened, but I know for a fact that the Professor was flustered." You glanced up to see the Cook walked towards you. They were a quite large purple alien with three arms and a lower body that resembled a horse. You forgot where they came from.

"You had your translator in, can you tell me what happened?" You begged bring your hands together with your puppy dog eyes out. The Cook let out a small coo and poked you cheeks. 

"Humans are so cute," they squealed pinching your cheek. You slapped away their hands to stop them from going overboard. They were like every grandma on Earth combine into one being. "Anyway, he was yelling about being embarrassed by how adorable something looked. And then I think he started to speak some poetry that compared the taste of the jello to his one true love."

You tapped your translator to make sure it was in all the way, because what they just said made no sense. The Professor is single from what he has told you, so who was he yelling about?

"I think he called the jello his one true love. I don't know. I was only half heartedly listening," they grumbled sadly looking down. You gave them a smile of gratitude.

"It was still some good information. Thank you so much," you said smiling gently at them. They couldn't really smile, so they opted for a thumbs up with their three fingers. 

"Oh, don't forget to check your Earth garden today. I have to do mines tomorrow," they reminded snapping their fingers at you. You glanced at the clock on the wall to see that it was later than what you wanted to leave for your garden. 

"Thanks, and good luck with your experiments," you yelled abandoning your jello to run for the transporter. A bunch of other aliens were kind of confused by you running through the ship, but one glance at the clocks and they're faces turned into their version of understatement. 

The thing was that every person on this ship was a scientist in some sort of field. Everyone on the ship got tired of calling eachother Doctor, so you guys just started giving each other nicknames.

Since the Professor was the oldest on the ship and was always going off on a tangent about something, he earned the nickname of the Professor. 

The Cook was an alien who had a hobby for making different dishes from around the galaxies and never wanted to use any of the food teleported in. So most people usually could come to the canteen and find them in the midst of cooking. They even began to take orders. 

"Um, Human," someone whispered tapping your shoulder. You turned around to see the Professor standing next to the transporter. His eyes glanced at you before bouncing back to the transporter. “You going to the Earth garden to tend to it, correct? Good, than I should follow you.”

“What the hell was that in the canteen, Professor? You yank out my ear piece, scream something, and then stomp away. And you expect me to act like nothing happened," you snapped at him pointing an accusing finger at him. He took a startled step back with his arms coming up in defense. A blue tint started to spread up his neck and covered his face. 

“I didn’t mean to make you upset, human. I was startled and I let my emotions get the best of me," he muttered out avoiding your gaze. He reached his top left hand and started pulling at his twists, a nervous habit that he grew into. "I said some stuff that I didn't want you to hear, because it would have ruined our relationship."

You raised an eyebrow at him at the last statement. But the cook said that he was talking about being embarrassed or being in love with...the jello? You've seen the Professor in all types of situations, so him being flustered or embarrassed is something you're use to. So, what did he say exactly?

"Next time, just talk it out with me. I hate that shock the translator give when you put it back in," you grumbled rubbing your ear with the translator. The Professor's eyes soften as you saw his forehead crinkle from regret. "I won't hold it against you this one time. But if you do it again, you will be punished."

A shiver went through him at your little threat. The alien here know about humans and their history, so a few aliens fear you, even though you can barely reach half their height.

The ping from the elevator startled you for a second and broke the weird atmosphere. The doors slide open revealing a circular pad that worked as a teleporter. 

You stepped on it quickly and turned to the front. The Professor went to take a step too before he stopped. He glanced hesistantly at you and back at the pad.

"Come on in," you huffed out rolling your eyes. He let out a small happy squeal ad he jumped into the pad. He seems to be vibrating with excitement at the thought of seeing Earth's vegetation.

Three solar settings has past since that incident, which is close to a week in Earth time. The two of you never brought up the incident and just continued on with your work. It's been pretty normal, well as normal as it can get with the Professor. 

That is until one day in the middle of your sleep, you get a call. The flashing blue lights and annoying ringtone going off instantly put you in a bad mood.

You rolled over and slammed the button to answer the call. Whoever it is better have a dang good reason for calling you at 4 in the morning.

"Human! So, I have good news and bad news." You let out a long groan as you heard his voice. He had to sleep a lot less than you, but he knew how important a good night of sleep was to humans. "Which would you prefer first?"

"Good news," you grumbled rolling over to turn on the light. A soft pale yellow filled the room allowing your eyes to slowly adjust. 

"So, I grew restless waiting for Planet Xeon to stop setting it self on fire, so I decided to work with what I got. And guess what," you didn't even get a chance to breathe before he was talking again," I was able to use some magic. I made a spell and casted it."

Your body tensed up. He used magic by himself, most likely unsupervised by the ship's AI. Please, don't let him have burned down half of the ship.

"And the bad news," you hesitantly asked. You prepared to launch yourself to the nearest transporter to stop whatever damage he may have caused. The Professor may be the wisest thing on this ship, but he's also the dumbest. 

"I somehow casted a truth spell on myself. I thought I could substitute some of the ingredients for this one spell and yeah, it didn't work out."

You sat there for a moment and let all of that sink in. 

"Are you okay? Is your body feeling fine? Is there anything on fire? Are you on fire?" You asked slowly to him. You heard a slight giggle come from him. 

"No, my cute little human, I am in no way in any harm. I think it's absolutely adorable how you worry for me," he hummed out with a small laugh at the end. You blinked slowly for a second before glancing over to make sure it was the Professor calling you. 

"Well, if you're okay then I'm going to go back to bed. You can call me if something goes wrong, but please don't if you just simply want to chatter," you grumbled turning back off the light. You waited for him to say good night, instead you were met with silence. "Professor?"

"Sorry, I'm having an internal turmoil on how I should respond. A part of me wants to wish you a pleasant dream, because you deserve it and you look like an angel when you sleep. But then there's a part of me that wants to lie and say I feel off, so you can come over and we can watch a scary movie together. Then I can pretend to get scared by something and have you wrap your arms around me and I can spend the rest of the night in your hold. I do believe that is my favorite place in the entire your universe, in your arms."

Your mouth hung open as you looked at the communicator in shock. "What?" You yelped in surprise. 

"I would ask if you had your translator out of your ear, but with each passing millisecond, that hope is burning faster than Planet Xenon is right now. So-so, this is very awkward and-and I'm going to hang up," he sputtered. A bunch of crash and bangs came from the other side of the line along with some curses from him. "I'm fine. I'm okay. Nothing's on fire other than my face and dignity! Bye!"

A low tone beep told that he just ended the phone call. In the darkness of your room with cold air nipping at your skin, you sat there more confused than ever in your life. You wondered if he accidently made a hallucinatory drug instead of a truth spell. 

But that was a morning problem you were going to have to deal with.

Day 251 on Sombrero's Ship

Professor has casted a truth spell on himself late yesterday. It seems to have affected him mentally more than physically. The spell makes him speaks what's on his mind rather than answering the truth to the question. Talking to other scientists that have worked with magic before, they believe the exact name of the spell is 'Release the Mind'.

You shut down the tablet and glanced at the door in front of you. The air in the lab section of the ship was always cold and dry. Luckily, the lab coats produced thermal heat to keep your body in top condition.

The small communicator on your arm buzzed for a few seconds before pulling up a holographic message that showed you had 30 minutes before you needed to return to your experiments.

Whelp, here goes nothing.

You placed your hand on a pad next to the door and pushed your fingers into the squishy fabric. The pad glowed a low orange before turning red. Access granted.

The Professor only gave you accessed to his lab because he got tired of having to constantly open the door for you when he wanted to show you something. So, he just put your fingerprints in and now you're able to go through whenever you feel like.

"Oh, I knew I forgot to do something," a voice grumbled. You looked around, but didn't see the Professor anywhere.

"Professor?" You asked scanning the room once. It was a pristine white room that held little colour in it. The white counters in the back held tubes that were slightly bubbling over. A movable silver table was haphazardly turned in the corner with a bunch of books open.

Filled with curiosity, you walked over to the books and took a tiny peak at what pages they were open too. These had to be the references he used for the spell.

'Reversal Spell'

'How to undo a spell for beginner'

'Baking Substitute'

'Human Appearance Spell'

'How to look more huma-'

Before you could get a good look at the last book's page title, it was slammed shut by a silver holographic 3 fingered hand. The hand was quick to snatch the book off the table before 4 other hands snatched up the other ones.

"Really wished you didn't see that and wished you weren't here," Professor gasped, struggling to hold the books in his arms. A book flipped out of his hand and started diving for the floor. But you were use to the Professor's clumsiness, so it was a natural movement to catch the book before it could crash.

"Sorry for being a bother Professor. I'll leave ASAP. Only wanted to check in on you," you said in a mannerly professional voice. It was there to cover up how hurt you were by the Professor saying he didn't want you to be here. He most likely did feel uncomfortable with you, a human, around while he wasn't in top shape.

"Oh, you're sad. I made you sad with my previous statement. I believe you interpreted it incorrectly," he rambled running around the room. His 6 vantablack eyes searched the room feverishly as he seem to be struggling to focus.

"I was not saying that I did not crave your presence, I always do. That's the reason I gave you access so I could discreetly ask for you to be next to me. Just you being near is enough for you to brighten my entire life. And that's not even including that god like beauty of yours. Anyway, I was saying I wish you weren't here because my mouth is like a volcano that constantly erupting stuff out of it and it isn't under my control. I mean, look, in the last 50 seconds and 23 millisecond and counting, I have poured out way too much information that should have been hidden in my mind. On that note,how was your day?"

He spun on his prosthetic and slide on a random paper. Luckily, he was capable of grabbing the metal table with his arm and pull himself back up. The skin on his face became more colourful as he spun away from you.

You tried to express any emotion other than shock, but you were struggling to. You just stared at him with a wide mouth as he moved around the room with his eyes cast down.

The Professor gave out compliments, just not as intense as those. It almost seems like he was-

No, don't even go down that path. He is a professional creature and wouldn't even go towards that area, especially in the workplace.

"Oh-oh-um it was great. Got a chance to work with Chef on some ground samples this morning," you stuttered out trying to remain cool. A wave of heat flooded up your neck as you saw him glance back at you with those black eyes.

"I love the chef, truly do. But I don't appreciate how close they try to get to you. Did you know they tried to make you their assistant when you first got on the ship?" A loud snort escaped his mouth that was followed by cute low pitch giggles. The Professor rarely giggles until something he finds really hilarious. "As if I would allow that to happen. Having six arms really came in handy to fill out all the required paperwork for you."

"Wait a minute, you said having six arms restrict you from doing paperwork because you mix up your arms," you exclaimed pointing an accusatory finger at him. A bluish tint began to form over his skin exposed from his lab coat. He turned around and pretended to busy himself by putting the books up.

"I...don't...recall...that," he spoke extremely slowly. You let out a scoff of disbelief at his obvious lie. That is some bull and he knows it.

"Professor," you growled stomping over to him. He jumped at your tone and you saw fear wash over his face. He ran to the rolling table and held it between the two of you. "Do you know how much paperwork I have done for you in the 251 days I've been under you?"

He flinched at you and covered his face with his upper hands. "I'm sorry. You just look so cute!"

All your anger dissipated for a single second as you thought about it. The Professor thought you were cute. You, a human, deemed cute. It's been so long since someone has called you cute, excluding the Cook.

But then your anger came back in ten folds. "So you gave me extra work because you thought I was cute. How does that make any sense?"

"No, well yes. It made sense to me. When you're working, you have that cute little human tongue poking out or you would drop those cute little eyebrows. Or the way your eyes would look at me when you needed me to confirm something. It didn't help my crush on you, but it made me so happy to spend so much time with you."

Wait a minute.

"Did-did I say the c word?" He stuttered out dropping his grip off the table. A pinkish tint started to take over as his body froze up.

"Yep, you used the c word," you spoke in an airy voice due to your shock. The Professor has a crush on you. The Professor that always threw tantrums in the silliest of ways. The Professor that can go on two hour rants on the randomest of subject. The Professor that is so in love with jello that he almost threw an alien across a ship for touching his jello. That Professor has a crush on you.

"Why won't this mask go down when I need it to?" he hissed gripping the top of his mask and trying to pull it down. The mask seems to be immovable as the Professor pulled the mask with all his strength.

"So, you like me? Like, like like me?" You asked just to be sure. Maybe there was a glitch in the translator and the words weren't getting translated correctly. The english word probably isn't crush, it could be something else.

"Like? In my opinion that words seems to weak for how I feel about you. I would say maybe enraptured or maybe even love. But I know that that word is very serious to your kind and I just dropped it on you right now. Oh boy do I wish this mask could go down right now. I am so scared of the rejection to come.".

"So would you like to go on a date?"

You dropped the question. You did it. My gosh you actually just asked the Professor on a date. When was the last time you asked someone on a date?

What if this is all a prank and you just put yourself out here on the line? All the scientists could kick you off the board saying you were trying to take advantage of the Professor because you thought he wasn't in the right mind. What if the spell the Professor casted was an opposite spell, so he's saying the opposite of what he thinks? He must be disgusted by you. Oh gosh, why did you ask?

"Date? Wait!" He stuttered out as his head twitched for a split second. You felt your face heat up at him repeating the word date. His blue tongue slide out and flickered around as he struggled to say something.

"I mean you don't have to if you don't want to. I was thinking maybe a scary movie or going to the Stargazing deck. I mean, we can also go as friends if you would like," you stumbled out feeling worse as he just stared at you. "You know what, never mind. Guess it was a weird translation and this is so awkward now. I'm going to go."

You spin around quickly and briskly walked towards the exit. You were a fool to think you could be romantic with an alien. They barely saw you as a friend and here you are overstepping their boundaries. Who would want to be with the creature that has a history of being cruel and brutal to their own kind? You just have to accept this lonely life your species has laid for you.

A startled cry along with the scraping of metal on the ground caught your attention. You turned in time to see the Professor running towards you with his arms reaching towards you. One of prosthetics legs' spring caught on his lab coat and didn't come forward in time.

Almost in slow motion you watch as the Professor's face filled with even more panic. Moving around frantically, his arms tried to grab something, but nothing was there. Well, unless you count yourself.

All the air in your lungs was knocked out of you from the impact of hitting the ground and some of the weight of the Professor landing on you, he stopped most of it by sticking his arms out.

"Are you okay?" He yelped using is upper two hands to check your face and body. All of his visible skin was turning into a dark blue with small hues of green appearing. It reminded you of earth, a little.

"I'm fine, Professor. How's your leg? The spring got caught again. You really need to get that fix," you scolded him with a small glare. He has been putting off going to the Torch, the engineer scientist, for a while. His excuse being he didn't feel like having to roll around in a wheelchair.

"Forget about that. I just want to say that I would love nothing more than to go on a date on you. I like you human. No that's not it. I lo-"

You watched as his mask slammed down over his face. This thing really does have the worst timing in the world.

"Calm down," you spoke softly already knowing where this was heading. The Professor pushed himself off you and sat on his knees. All six hands went to the mask and started pulling at it with such vigor that you were worried he would break it. "Professor!"

You sat up then crawled as quickly as you could over to him. You couldn't hold down his arms, so you went for the next best option.

You placed your hands over his. It was almost like you froze him with how still he got. You brushed away his hands and rested your fingers on his cheeks. His eyes begin to soften as he leaned more into your touch.

"I don't want any part of you getting hurt, no matter if you find it annoying. I want every part of you. From your childish ways to your serious dorky self. I want all of it. I want to be with you," you spoke from the heart. This was the first time you made yourself vulnerable in front of the Professor.

His black eyes started to shimmer as tears started building up in his eyes. You couldn't see his lips, but you knew he was smiling by the crinkle in his bottom eyes.

Then a loud beeping noise interrupted the moment between you two. You glanced down at your watch to see that it was time for you to head to your lab to check the experiments. Had 30 minutes really passed so fast?

The Professor's eyes narrowed down at the watch that was still beeping. You clicked it off and glanced back up at him. He widen his eyes extremely and begin fluttering his eyelashes.

"I'm not about to be late to my experiments; it could cause the data to be messed up," you grumbled looking away from those hypnotic eyes. If you keep looking at them, then your resolve would break.

The Professor jumped forward and wrapped his arms around your waist. You fell backwards again, but fell to the ground a lot gentler. The Professor's almond head dug itself into your neck allowing you to feel the coolness from his mask.

Lifting your arm, you ran your fingers around his twist and massaged his scalp. His body seemed to melt into yours at the action. Note for the future, the Professor loves to have his hair massaged.

"I have to go," you whined tapping his shoulder. He tighten his grip and shook his head. Letting out a small sigh, you stopped petting him. "How about this? I'll take the rest of the afternoon off after I check my experiments and we can have a small date in my room. I've received a new shipment of Earth's scary movies that we can watch them I'll even get us some ice cream and popcorn."

He was quick to jump off of you then. He started flickering all of his hands at you with playfully narrowed eyes. "Now you want me to leave."

He stopped the movements for a second to shake his head. Then he started them back up. So he didn't exactly want you to leave. He just wanted you to quickly return.

"Meet you in my room!" You sung out skipping out the door. The AI opened the door for you and you slide out. Before he closed it behind you, you turned around and blew the Professor a kiss. You wished he didn't have the mask on so you could see his face.

"You are the most beautiful thing I have ever seen in my life," the Professor whispered. You glanced down to see his eyes were still trained on the tv.

This is how it has been for the last 2 hours. When you returned from work, his mask was back up and he has been sputtering out compliments randomly.

You were sure he could feel how flustered you were by your body temperature. Everytime you would get a chance to calm down, he hits you with another line.

"When will this spell wear off?" You asked looking back at the movie screen. The main character managed to get away and decided it was a great idea to hide in the abandoned house. You've watched plenty of these to know where this was going.

"About 3 hours ago," he grumbled snuggling more into you. You froze as you realized what he said. So, it wasn't the spell causing him to say these things. It was just...him.

"Oh," you whispered in shock. He rolled over a bit and looked up at you. His twist flopped over his face and only allowed for half of his face to be viewed. The red from the tv was reflecting off his skin, making him seem as if he was glowing.

"Do you wish for me to stop?" His voice was barely a whisper, but was so deep. A small shiver went through your body from the intensity in his eyes.

"I-i never said I didn't like it," you sputtered out turning away. You ran your hands through the back of his hair and pushed his head back down.

"Good, because I think it's so cute when you get flustered." You rolled your eyes to try to seem like you weren't that flustered. But there he goes calling you cute again. He's being too adorable. "Wait, can you take out your translator for a second?"

You furrowed your eyebrows in confusion, but nonetheless did what he said. You placed it in your left hand and looked at him expectantly. He pulled himself up on his forearms and looked down at you. The skin on his face was turning into that beautiful shade of blue and pink.

"SIvnwofuwbfoqbaivne diwocb sjfiwnxo. I…….love…..zu." The smile that came onto his face as he spoke the phrase made your heart swell so much. The way his eyes shone from the words made you believe them that much more.

"I love you too," you spoke gleefully. You leaned up and pressed your foreheads together. Feeling his cool skin embrace your warmth was a sensation that made you feel like you were on cloud 9. And knowing that this feeling will always be here because you will be able to be with him.

How did you get this lucky?

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Emotions That I Simply Do Not Have (Read on AO3)

Chapter 2 - I'm Not Gonna Repeat Myself Chapter 1 - More Like A Relapse

Penemily + Hotchreid / Mature / 1747 words in this chapter

As Emily and Penelope grow closer, Hotch becomes more desperate.

Three months. It’s been three months of Penelope in Emily’s apartment, Emily in Penelope’s, of spending every second that they can together. Emily is having a hard time calling Penelope everything but baby in the middle of an investigation, and Penelope’s flirting has grown stiff.

“Why could you say all that stuff before but not now?” Emily asks one night, two glasses of sparkling cider on the coffee table before them. They’re sitting at opposite ends of the couch with their legs entangled.

Penelope rolls her eyes. “I mean, I could, but it feels weird! Like, I flirt with Derek, but that’s just banter between two very, very sexy friends. It’d be like…saying you’re the same.”

“The same as Derek? I hope so. He sees a lot of action,” Emily teases. Penelope kicks her lightly, with love.

“You think you’re so cute, huh? No, not like that. You’re special, and I don’t want to cheapen what we have.”

And Emily crawled her way up Penelope to kiss her.

Still, the team was perceptive. They were picking up on the energy shift between them and pretending not to notice. Emily figured a talk was coming sooner or later, probably led by Rossi. The only one who seemed oblivious was Hotch.

That may have had to do with the texts he continued to send. They were cracked windows into his life post-Haley, and Emily hadn’t responded to most of them. She had no idea what to say, or how to reject a widow, if she was even allowed? And they kept coming in. “Seeing a movie with Jack. Phone will be off,” and “Good morning,” when they were already at their separate desks, and “Our hands touched when you passed files yesterday. Intentional?” and “Do you like champagne?” They buzzed over and over, like a form of slow torture.

The last one, “Do you like champagne?” comes on one of Penelope’s nights at Emily’s. They’re lounging in her bed, Emily flicking through a magazine and Penelope stationed over an old lap desk as she paints her nails. Emily opens the message, sets it down, and tries not to think about it. She glances at Penelope.

“Pink and green?” Emily asks.

“Yeah. I’m embracing spring themes.” Penelope waves her careful manicure. White daisies are studded with a rhinestone overtop each finger. She wiggles them under Emily’s nose. “Blow.”

“Excuse me?” Emily laughs.

“Blow,” Penelope repeats, raising her eyebrows and looking between her girlfriend and her nails. “They’re not dry yet.”

Emily sighs and lowers her magazine. “Anything for you, princess.” She delights in Penelope’s big, perfect smile, and blows a steady stream of air over her work.

“Is that enough?” Emily tugs at Penelope’s wrist so she can kiss the back of her hand. “Penelope?”

Penelope’s gaze is far adrift, and she startles back to the present. “Sorry, I just… I was thinking.”

“About what?”

“I love you.” Penelope declares it with a certainty, a finality, like she’s made her choice.

When Emily freezes in place, Penelope’s hand still in hers, Penelope tacks on, “I know it’s soon. You don’t have to say it. But I know I love you, and back then you said we don’t know how long we have, so I figured I should say it sooner, not later. Are you okay? Em?”

“Uh, yeah,” Emily nods. She lets Penelope go. “Sorry, I have something in my eye.”

Penelope looks at her. She knows better. “Are you crying, Em?”

“Maybe. Shut up.”

They burst into a fit of giggles, and Emily clamors for Penelope. “I love you too,” she says, and takes Penelope’s face in her hands. She memorizes every detail, every crease, every bit of Penelope as she holds her whole world. “I love you so much.”

Before they can take another breath, someone pounds on Emily’s door. Emily wipes her face clean and adjusts her sweatshirt. “I’ll get it. Be- be right back. Stay.”

Penelope smiles through her watering eyes. “Aye aye, captain.”

And Emily swears up and down that this better be good and not some kid on her floor playing ding-dong ditch, or she’ll have to call the building manager and tell them all about how her girlfriend loves her, she actually loves her when Emily loves her too, and these kids interrupted –

“Hotch?”

Fuck. Emily should’ve looked through the peephole. But Penelope loves her, so she forgot.

“Prentiss. May I come in?” he asks. He doesn’t allow her to answer and barrels inside. Okay, so this is worse. If he sees Penelope, it’s over. They’ll have to tell Strauss, and internal affairs, and they could both lose their jobs. Emily herds him into the living room and puts the bedroom out of sight.

“What’s going on?” Emily asks. She crosses her arms over her chest and stands rigid.

Hotch is holding a bottle of wine. He’s wearing sweatpants and a college t-shirt, and he looks hazy. “I know you’ve gotten my texts. Your phone works, I’ve seen it. You answer calls from Garcia, Morgan, Reid – why not me?”

Emily frowns. “I answer you.”

“Do you? Because I asked you a question tonight and still haven’t received a response.”

Emily clarifies, “I answer you when we’re working. I told you. What happened, happened, and I don’t want to do it again.”

Hotch wavers, not in his position, but to the point that he lands on Emily’s couch. His cheeks are bright red. “That’s what was said. But what about the signals you’ve been sending?”

Emily scoffs. “Signals, really? What signals?”

Hotch clinks the bottle onto Emily’s table. He passes over the room’s low lighting, seeming to take in that Emily only has a few lamps and her vanilla candles lit. He makes Emily wait for his answer. “You – you’ve protected me. And you realized I was gone when Foyet came. You care about me, Emily, and you proved it the night we had sex.”

“I was drunk and in a low place. That’s all it was.”

“I don’t believe you,” Hotch says, quiet. His head is bowed, and his elbows rest on his knees as he hunches over. “Haley and I never felt like that.”

“Maybe because you’ve only slept with one person since high school? And, honestly Hotch, you’re not my type. I think you experienced something new and made it more than it was.”

He looks up at her through the dark flop of his hair. “If you honestly have no feelings for me, tell me and I’ll be g—”

“I have no feelings for you.”

Hotch sighs. “You’re not going to let me finish that sentence, are you?”

Emily shakes her head. “I already know the answer.”

He leaves the wine as he stands, and hesitates in the threshold. “You’re good at your job, Prentiss. This won’t impact your position.”

“I didn’t think it would.” Emily purses her lips.

Hotch gives her a curt nod, and the door shuts silently behind him. Which would’ve been the end of it if Emily didn’t have thin walls and good hearing. The sound of someone slumping down the hall, curling into a fetal position, and trying to stifle his weeping permeates her apartment. It tugs Emily towards the doorknob, to comforting her co-worker who she admired before they shared pathetic sex.

Penelope comes to her side, still gingerly avoiding the use of her fingernails. “You and Hotch?”

Emily turns to Penelope, wide-eyed. “I, yeah, once. I was blackout drunk. I don’t remember it, I swear.”

“No, I heard. It’s okay. We hadn’t done anything yet anyway, right?”

“Not…particularly?”

“Oh no, no, no. Elaborate. Now.” Penelope insists. Emily keeps herself moving about the kitchen, making tea while she explains. She tells the whole story, including the way Penelope has always made her feel, how she hated Kevin but he seemed to make her happy, the crush she harbored for years, and the realization that Penelope was never going to return the sentiment. That Penelope didn’t have what she felt. That Penelope went to bed early that night with her boyfriend by her side, who got to make her breakfast and see her with her bedhead and know what she was like before she entered the building and binge reality shows with her late at night when she’d already left the team where they were. And Emily, evidently, lost it.

“Hotch offered me a ride back. He was tipsy, of course, so he called a cab for us. I woke up naked and he was making breakfast.” Emily says. She sips at her mug, though the drink’s gone cold by now.

Penelope waits. “And?”

“And,” Emily tenses, “I was disgusted. It was one of the worst mistakes of my life. I thought about it, and I realized I was trying to punish myself for something. For being too much of a coward to ask you out in the first place, I guess. I had plenty of time before Kevin got there. I could have tried, but I didn’t. That’s when…”

“When you came into my cave,” Penelope finishes. She traces one of the rings stained into Emily’s kitchen table. Emily wants to let her process, to think, but the terror overrides her patience.

“Are you mad?” she asks.

Penelope’s eyes are loving, but wilted. “No,” she says. “I’m sad that I made you feel like that. Before you say it’s not my fault, I get it, but still. Because I liked you too, and I liked being your friend, and I didn’t want to jeopardize us on the slight chance that you were straight as an arrow. Which you should really work on if you want our private life to stay private. You’re like, the gayest agent I’ve ever met.”

Emily snorts. “Thanks, I’ll try.”

Penelope draws Emily’s hands into hers. It’s been long enough that her fingers aren’t even tacky anymore. “I think you might’ve been punishing yourself for something else, too. Maybe you were mad about why you couldn’t have me?”

“…Yeah. Yeah, there’s that.” Emily drags her chair closer to Penelope’s. She leans her cheek against Penelope’s shoulder, and allows Penelope to lay an arm around her back. Emily says, “I would’ve had hurt, angry sex with someone regardless, but the Catholic guilt didn’t help.”

Penelope rests her chin on the top of Emily’s head. Their breathing becomes inseparable. “You know I still love you.”

“I know.” Emily worms her way closer, practically into Penelope’s lap. She doesn’t hear crying anymore.

[miharus-fics]

A Truth or a Lie

Notes:

This may include spoilers?

This is not canon, it is a fic written by me with some aspects based on what is provided in game

If you are looking for a part of the fic in game and you cannot find it, then it was written by me.

The start of the fic is based on the timeline before episode 3 of the main chapter

Chapter 3

Giann was the first to wake up. Rubbing his eyes, he sat up and shifted to the side of the bed to stabilize himself as his eyes finally focused on the bright lights shining from above. He looked around for a bit, thinking this was a hospital of sorts. The clean, distinct smell of latex gloves hovered around, and people were pushing and pulling trolleys of boxes, gloves, sanitizer and beakers. Beakers? Last time he checked, you don’t use beakers in hospitals, right? He stood up, walked to the door, and pulled the handle down. Locked. Suddenly he felt a sharp pang in his back that was too familiar, and he recalled everything that had happened before. Where was this room though? It wasn’t a hospital that’s for sure, and he couldn’t tell how long he had been out for. There were no windows, no clocks, and the corridor outside looked exactly the same as the room: sterile and lifeless except for the people in white coats and masks. 

Meanwhile at NXX headquarters, Marius was panicking out of his mind. “THAT IDIOT. WHY WOULD HE GO ANYWHERE WITHOUT HIS GPS TRACKER? WHY WOULD HE GO AT SUCH A TIME ANYWAYS?” Nobody could calm Marius down as he frantically looked through his brother’s phone for something related to him going missing for 16 hours. 

“When did Giann leave to go to that warehouse?” someone other than Marius finally spoke.

“Vyn, he left last night at 9 pm. That's when he sent me the message saying he was going out. It’s 1pm now, so it’s been 16 hours, and he didn’t even bring his GPS tracker. If you’re questioning if I’m this panicked, are you stupid? OF COURSE I AM. WHO KNOWS WHERE HE IS NOW?” Marius replied in a snappy tone.

“Come on now Marius, don’t diss at me like that. Did Giann receive any messages regarding the mission?” Marius looked through the recent notifications: news headlines about Estelle’s death, reminders about the PAX board meeting for tomorrow, and suddenly a notification of an email from Neil, “Regarding the Mission”. The second that notification was clicked, there was a message saying the email was already deleted.

“I found an email that could be useful but it’s auto-destructed itself. I need to be able to recover it, and quickly, before all traces of it are gone.” And with that, Marius called his assistant, Vincent, and asked for him to retrieve the email that was just deleted. “Right away sir.” Marius excused himself and left the room after that, “I’m going to find my brother, no matter what I do.”

While Giann has been awake for quite some time now, and is trying to figure out where he is, Neil has just woken up. Unlike Giann, who could not recall getting shot with a tranquilizer dart the night before, Neil remembered it instantly. He hurriedly stood up, eyesight still blurry, and rushed towards the door. Locked. Just as he suspected. He slumped back onto the bed he had just gotten out of, and let his eyesight focus before doing anything else. Everything was so bright, so, lifeless. The place where the tranquilizer dart was shot started hurting again, so he sat up, taking pressure off his back. He lifted his sleeve up, and discovered a tag. “0007. Do not remove this wristband under any circumstance unless instructed. Doing so will result in consequences.” Giann also noticed a wristband on his right arm that was identical to Neil’s, except his number was 0006.

At that moment, someone opened the door of both their rooms. Each worker was wearing a white coat, latex gloves, a mask and had a checklist with a smaller trolley of different types of what seemed to be medication. “If you cooperate with us there is nothing to fear, we will not harm you. All we require is some information and for you to simply test something.” Each worker pushed their trolleys aside and out of site, walked in and closed the door. 

“It would be in your best interest to notify us about your investigation team, and everything about it.” This was the first sentence of both workers in both rooms. “If you wish to not tell us anything, that is also acceptable. However, you will become a test subject of ours. Should you choose to tell us everything, we shall set you free.” The lab workers knew that as long as one of the two explained everything in full detail, that was enough. Even if one of them didn’t explain anything, they would still benefit as long as the other one did. Learning about the NXX investigation team and having a new test subject, two birds, one stone. 

Giann kept his mouth shut, and only shook his head signalling the refusal of their request. He knew that he would disappoint the other team members if he spilled the beans just for his freedom. Neil on the other hand appeared calm and composed, but internally he was in such distress that he gave away all he knew about NXX. Of course nobody in the NXX team knew everything for the safety of the organization, so Neil’s statement was partially incomplete. But as it was enough information for the worker, his freedom was returned to him.

Due to Giann’s refusal to give out information, he was forced into being a test subject, and was being walked out the door. At the same time, Neil was walking out of his room towards the door, where the trolleys were. And that’s when it hit the two of them. A container of X034. The very thing that other workers were modifying before. When Neil walked out alone and saw Giann being accompanied by another worker and leading him towards another room, he knew he had made the wrong choice.

[spinedog]

Would you be so kind as to provide some Yangst? Love your writing!

Happily.

Now with additional Freezerburn friendship feels, which honestly are my favorite type of feels.

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“Come on. Come ON, you useless...”

Yang fought to keep her voice under a whisper, ignoring the tears that had escaped her eyes. Phantom pain hadn’t bothered her for a while now, as long as she had the prosthetic to help fool her muscles and mind. But, now that they’d reached Atlas, Dr. Piertro had offered to take her arm to upgrade it. He hadn’t borrowed it yet - they’d agreed she would to keep it while he was working on their other weapons, and only hand it over when he needed it so she could go the least amount of time without it. But, knowing that they would be parted eventually, Yang had decided to try sleeping without the arm for a night. Cold metal wasn’t exactly the most comfortable thing to be cuddled up to for the night anyways.

Now she was sitting at the small desk chair in their dorm room, the clock on the wall was flickering at 2:03am, and small discomfort was the least of her concerns.

Her metal arm was hastily attached to her stump, repeatedly clenching and relaxing her fingers as she fought to keep herself from screaming. But it wasn’t enough - she could feel her real arm. It was trapped underneath the metal, clenched with joint-cracking tension, every muscle stretching like an old rubber band.

You’re gone. You’re not real. She stared at dented fingers as they whirred back into a fist, obeying the signals firing down to the metal disc that sat at the end of her arm. She gave a ragged inhale, squeezing her eyes closed. Go back to sleep.

A groan split the air, and Yang froze. Her eyes flicked up, finding Blake’s bunk in the darkness. She hadn’t moved - still curled on her side, facing away from the room, ears rotated sideways as she slept.

Beside her, a blanket rustled as Weiss slowly sat up. “...Yang?”

“Didn’t mean to wake you, sorry.” Yang fought to keep the whisper from cracking, and hoped to the Brothers that Weiss couldn’t see her face in the dark. “Everything’s okay, go back to sleep.”

 White-blonde hair shone in the moonlight as Weiss swung her legs over the edge of the bed, blinking with sudden awareness. “Is it your arm?” Her voice rose very slightly.

“Nononono, shhhh.” Yang hissed, eyes involuntarily flicking over to Blake. Had her ear been pointed towards her before?

A mattress squeaked slightly beside her. Then a dark figure moved between her Blake, headed for the door. Light spilled from the hallway as Weiss opened the door, scroll clutched in one hand and motioning at Yang to follow. 

She hesitated for only a moment, then stood. She realized that the rest of the muscles in her body had wound themselves into a tight, painful ball as she hobbled after Weiss, scrubbing at her face with her good hand. 

Weiss carefully closed the door behind them, and then started down the hall. Yang wasn’t sure if she’d ever seen Weiss out in the open like this - hair spilling down her shoulders in uncontrolled waves, dressed in the same standard issue t-shirt and sweats that Yang was wearing. Perhaps even more out of place was the obvious concern in her furrowed brow as she glanced sideways. “Phantom pain?”

“Yeah.” At least the situation was distracting her from the agony spiking up her arm, allowing her to draw breath a little easier. “Really hoping that Piertro doesn’t need the arm overnight.”

“Mm.” Weiss stopped at a lit glass door. She fumbled for the scroll, and held it up to the sensor beside the door. A pause, a beep, and the door unlocked with a loud click. Weiss didn’t blink, pulling the door open and holding it for Yang. 

Yang blinked as she stepped inside and recognized what looked like a nurse’s office. “Are you supposed to have access to this place?”

Weiss snorted. “You need painkillers right now. They’re more than welcome to yell at me in the morning.” She turned, standing on her toes to hunt through the cupboard. “Have you taken anything for it before?”

“...just muscle relaxants. It’s just a matter of convincing my mind it’s relaxing.” She gave a weak laugh, carefully sitting down in the chair in the corner of the small room “It’s not like the thing that hurts is actually real, anyways.”

She thought she saw Weiss’ hand hesitate as she pushed a couple bottles out of the way. “...I guess so, yeah.” She pulled a familiar bottle out of the back of the cupboard, and shook a single pill out onto her palm, offering it to Yang. “Do you need water to-”

Yang took it from her and swallowed it before she could finish the sentence. “Nope.” She grunted.

Weiss slowly turned and pulled a cup off the shelf anyways. “Why didn’t you want Blake to know?” 

“She was asleep. Didn’t want to wake her up.” Yang didn’t look up, focusing on clenching then relaxing her mechanical fingers. 

“You panicked when you thought I woke her up.” Weiss’ voice was dry as ever over the rush of water in the sink. “I thought you two were doing better now.”

“It’s not that.” Yang responded a touch too quickly, gritting her teeth.

A hand pushed the cup of water into her free hand. She glanced up, and found Weiss leaning against the counter, watching with tired but concerned eyes.

Yang sighed, and swallowed a mouthful of surprisingly cold water. “It’s not her fault. It never was. But... Just worried she’d blame herself if she knew.”

“...ah.” The pale face tilted slightly.

“It’s not her fault.” The words slowly twisted out of Yang’s mouth. “She’s... he really hurt her. Deep down, y’know? She blames herself first, always. I think... I think that was why she ran. I think she thought she was protecting me.” Yang kept her eyes on the curling fingers, imagining the tight muscles in her back relaxing instead of acknowledging the swirling emotion in her chest. “...she looks happy now. I just... want that to stay.”

A long pause, Then the bench squeaked as Weiss sat down beside her. “You’re just as big of a dolt as your sister, you know that?”

Yang exhaled through her nose, the corner of her mouth cracking into a smile. “Who do you think taught her?”

“Suddenly it’s all making sense.” The dry tone faded, and Weiss sighed. “Look, Yang, you don’t have to be strong all the time. You can’t be, actually - and Blake knows that, she’s not blind. She’s probably going to be more nervous about you trying to hide it from her than she would be if you’re open about it. I’m not saying you should go and wake her up now, but... you’re allowed to ask for help. And as charming as my company is, Blake would probably appreciate you leaning on her every now and then. I think she still worries that we don’t trust her.” 

That caught Yang’s attention. She frowned, glancing up at Weiss. “Why wouldn’t we?”

Weiss stared at her, slowly closed her eyes, then slowly re-opened them. “Yang. What did we talk about the last time you and I had a heart-to-heart?”

...Oh. It felt like so long ago, somehow, that Yang had been alone and heartbroken, bitter in her isolation. Her eyes fell to the ground. “...I wasn’t even really mad at her then.” She admitted, her voice soft. “I wanted to be. But... I couldn’t. I just didn’t understand.”

“I know. But Blake doesn’t - or, at least I assume she doesn’t.” Weiss’ voice was uncharacteristically soft as she gently bumped her slim shoulder against Yang’s far more muscular one. “Let yourself be a little vulnerable, and just talk to her. It’ll be harder for her to blame herself if she believes that you don’t.”

Her arm still hurt like Darkness. But the words settled into Yang’s gut, soothing the tension that she hadn’t even realized was there. She gently bumped Weiss back, letting a hollow laugh escape. “When did you end up being the team mom?”

“Probably when my two reliable teammates went soft for each other.” Weiss replied, dry sarcasm back and stronger than ever.

Yang, on the other hand, snorted with laughter before sobering. “Hey. Same goes for you, okay? If you need to lean on any of us, do it. This... I know this isn’t a happy place for you.”

Weiss’ gaze fell slightly at that, but she smiled in an oddly quiet way. “It’s not as bad as I thought it was going to be, actually. It’s easier when I have...” She inhaled, then rolled her eyes, the tired smile never fading. “...you know. My family.” 

Yang wrapped her good arm around the slim shoulders, and pulled the shorter woman into a sideways hug. “You’re damn right you do.” 

Weiss’ head fell against her shoulder, revealing the door beside them. For a split second, Yang caught a flash of black hair and a small smile behind the glass. But Blake was back out of sight before Yang could so much as blink, probably headed back towards their bunk to return to faking sleep. 

They would get more time to talk. Especially if Piertro did need to keep Yang’s arm overnight.

But the moment, Yang let her head rest against the messy white hair, and focused on flexing and relaxing her hand again, waiting for the arm’s memory to return to its slumber.

[chimswae]

BTS Caretaker CH32

Summary: She may think she has Bangtan Sonyeondan wrapped around her fingers. She may think it is easy to love the members equally without hurting any soul. She may think the boys wont fall head over heels for her. She assumes it is okay to show a little love and affection towards the boys, what if she gets it all wrong? What if it only brings more complication to her already complicated life? Can she survive their charms? Will she be able to resist them? What if they just wont let her go?

- Pairing: BTS x Oc ( Yoongi x OC, Jungkook x OC)

- Genre: Fluff, Slight Angst, Romance, Idol!au

- Word Count: 4, 450

- Author Note: Sorry for super late update i was busy with my work and new semester begin today :< so it took most of my time! anyways, here is the update! :) so im sorry seul is dumb and confuse, and when i wrote this i also confuse lmao so hmm, she has no intention to toy yoongi or kook heart. 

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Chapter 32

Betrayal. Anger. Confusion.

Yoongi found himself gawking at the despicable scene in front of him, just when he thought Seul showed him a signal which he assumed only meant for him. There she was sleeping peacefully under the thick duvet, clinging onto Jungkook as though her life depended on it. Clothes scattered on the floor were enough to give him a short run up about their little deeds last night.

Rubbing the back of his head in frustration, he steadied his heavy breathing. Think rational, don’t jump into conclusion. You drag yourself in this, why are you upset? Yoongi clutched his fist letting jealousy engulfed his heart.

Should he wake these two up and make a scene? Or should he just walk away and talked to her about this after the tour?

None of the choices above could help him in resolving this unsettling feeling. He needed a closure. His thin lips were pressed into a thin line as he scrutinized the couple diligently, not breaking any eye contact. Much to his distaste, Jungkook shifted his position very slightly baffling the older guy. He certainly had no plan to face Jungkook, like hell if he planned to confront him, how he’s going to get started?

This was awkward.

Abort mission. Abort mission.

Yoongi turned around to leave the room however Jungkook hoarse voice put his steps to a halt “Yoongi hyung?” he called out softly. He swore in his head for creating this mess. Jungkook lifted Seul out of the way carefully, moving silently and pulled the duvet to cover her body.

The older guy made no move either as he waited Jungkook to speak, “Hyung..what are you doing here?” the latter let out a small grunt, while putting on his shirt and pants. Yoongi frowned hearing his indifferent voice as if he did nothing to irk him.

He glanced at Seul whom fast asleep and tore his gaze at the exhausted young man before him “You and I, in my room now. We need to talk” he sneered lowly and exited the room. Confused, the younger guy walked after Yoongi feeling the goosebumps all over his body. The topic of the conversation involved Seul and him, he could tell from Yoongi’s burning eyes.

                                                                         This thing enraged Yoongi.                          

Jungkook closed the door behind him and planned to clear the misunderstanding before his hyung jumped into conclusion, things would get complicated that way. As he was about to open his mouth to speak, the older guy beat his him in doing so “Did you guys do it?” Jungkook’s face hardened.

“What-?” he flinched.

“I said, did you guys do it?!” he repeated with slightly annoyed voice. The memories of last night reappeared causing the maknae to feel self-conscious about it. Why was this thing matter to Yoongi? He never questions his hyung intimacy with Seul, only god knew what they did behind his back.

His brow pinched together forming a deep frown, “Why are you so interested in my personal life?” Jungkook mumbled under his breath.

“Because I happened to witness both of you naked under the blanket. Don’t you think it gives me enough ideas what you both up to last night? How far did you go?” Yoongi crossed his arms, with his hard fixated on him.

“That is none of your business” he blurted out.

“It is my business! We promise that we are in this together, if you are sleeping with her then what it makes me then? A one-night stand?” frustrated, Yoongi snarled garnering Jungkook’s attention. The latter brained his friend words, making sense out from it and it finally dawned on him, Yoongi and Seul were having that kind of relationship too.

His heart was pounding as if he had just run a race, he stroked his tousle hair in anger “You…” expelling a long sigh, he continued “You and Seul did….it? ”Jungkook didn’t even dare to finish his sentence as they exchanged a look.

Even though, Yoongi felt rueful over the fact that Seul was being intimate with two guys at once, he realized Jungkook was not the one to be blamed. It was their fault for not having any self-control. If there’s one person that’s partially guilty, then it the person would be Seul.

Screw Ji Seul for leading them on.

Again, they forced the girl to agree with their crazy ideas. Could they have expected this at least? Like they had a control over Seul’s feelings and actions. They should have expected the unexpected because it bounds to happen, sooner or later.

“We didn’t go far. Seul and I were having that moment, however we snapped out from it before we lost ourselves” Yoongi pursed his lips in annoyance and staring at Jungkook with a strained, and expectant glance.

Jungkook looked down while shaking his head “We went halfway, she stopped me before I could make another move. I should have controlled myself!” he said as he sunk on Yoongi’s bed, heaving a deep sigh. Leaning against the wall, a small smile played across his face “This is so fucked up Kkuk. What if..we ended up sleeping with her for real? Neither you nor I would like that to happen, do you? I don’t like sharing” he professed.

“What make you think I like sharing her with you?” he snapped.

Yoongi hissed “I vow to myself that I won’t let girl issues come between us, now look where it brings us? We need to put a stop to this” he groaned.

“How? It is not like we can force her to give us answers?! She…is having a rough time. This is not a good idea. I cant hurt her…I promise to protect her” he muttered.

“Rough time? Is there something that I must know?” the anger inside him had subsided. All he cared was Seul’s well-being. He couldn’t remember when the last time was they had a heart to heart talk which involved her life. It had always been about him and him. Not that he remembered, if there was time Seul bring up a topic about her.

“Someone from her past make an appearance again. There’s a lot of things that we don’t know about her, hyung. It made me realize how it is not easy for her to make up her mind. She had a traumatic past” Yoongi’s ears perked up in curiosity. Hesitant, Jungkook took a long pause as the older guy urged him to continue with his story.

Yoongi had the right to know the truth.

Will Seul kill him if he spilled her secret? But it is Yoongi though, she cares for him. If she wished to bring this relationship to whole new level, she got to trust Yoongi.

Seul, please don’t kill me. Im afraid of hyung’s wrath more than yours. Jungkook prayed in his head, and finally unravelled the mystery of Ji Seul life. Called it dramatic, Min Yoongi really exaggerate his reactions and in the middle of the conversation, Yoongi would punch the mattress under him jolting the younger guy in pure horror.

This was the exact reason why he feared Yoongi’s wrath more than others. Unexpected reaction and action came from him was the worse thing on planet. “Fuck. Why didn’t you tell me earlier?!” he snarled angrily, though he had no reason to be mad at Jungkook. The emotion took over his sanity, he was at the verge of killing someone at this rate.

“I discovered the truth last night, what do you expect me to do? Come running to your room and let you swear at me for waking you up from your deep slumber!” he rolled his eyes, judging his hyung mentally.

“If that is what you need, then you should have come sooner! She fucking cried and you-ugh what an asshole, I swear if I have an image of him in my head..I will not spare his life“ scowling, Yoongi grinded his teeth suppressing his anger.

To be reminded of Seul’s past was repugnant to him. Now, that he shared half of the burden with Yoongi at least they could protect her from the evil man. If that’s what Yoongi planned to do since he insisted on getting the answers from Seul.

“Alright, this is out of topic. Do you think Jimin hyung and Seul are as close as us to her?” Jungkook said out of the blue alarming Yoongi in his seat. “Do you think they ever-Impossible right? We are talking about Jimin here. He is not that type of guy who will do such thing” he assured himself to not let negativity consumed his brain.

“Duh, it is Jimin hyung! The guy who ripped his shirt on stage, and the same guy who used his sexiness to kill girls’ heart. Do you think he is not capable of such thing? Do not belittle him” said Jungkook in an irritating manner.

“Yah! Why are you bringing him up? I am sure there is not much progress in their relationship, just because.. I rarely see them together. She has been sticking like a glue with Jin and you, I should be worried of Jin than Jimin”

Jungkook massaged his forehead “Jin hyung.. Jin hyung..” he hummed incoherently.

A loud grunt behind the partition brought their attention to the sleepy figure “Whose unpleasant voice is that calling my name so early in the morning?” Jin yawned loudly, kicking his blanket off him before sitting up in annoyance. Yoongi and Jungkook froze as they totally forgot about Jin’s existence in the same room, he wondered if the guy overheard their conversation earlier.

“I will go check on Seul. We will talk about this again later” he murmured lowly enough for Yoongi to hear, as he left the room.

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The boys had finally left for their Japan tour and would not be home for two weeks or more. Despite their hectic schedule, they would come back in between to settle some stuffs in Korea but there could barely breath Korea’s air. They would need to leave immediately the day after for their tour.

Seul returned to her daily routine, tending her job at the tea shop and as the caretaker except she’d come less to clean since they’re not home. Most of the time, she would spend her time at work with her friends and Hoon made a frequent visit to her workplace just to get his free brownies. Impudent boy.

“We are short of fresh milk, I will be out to buy it. Watch the counter” Wongeun set his brown apron on the table. “Will you be alright alone? Hwasa is out for delivery but she will be back soon though” Seul chuckled.

“Hey this is not my first time alone, stop being dramatic.  Just go, we need those fresh milk” she dried her hands and returned to the cashier counter. Ruffling her hair, Wongeun gave her a final wink as he exited the store with a playful smile.

The business at this hour was not busy in comparison to lunch hour break giving Seul time to breathe and clean the place thoroughly. Three hours till the closing, Seul decided to kill time and polished her skills in baking a red velvet cake. Recently, Wongeun taught her how to bake one since he wanted to make it as their signature cake.

Humming to random songs, she dropped the ingredient carefully inside the glass bowl with a wide grin. Nothing could beat this excitement to see the result of it. Occasionally, she would glance at the counter if there’s any presence of customer. She was immersed in her creations to notice someone presence behind her.

Seul felt a hand slid down her arms, brushing her skin from behind cause her to turn around in fear facing the individual. Her face felt upon seeing the uninvited guest there, and it made her super conscious of her surroundings. She pressed her back deeper against the marble counter as if it could take more of her weigh, to create a huge distance between him and the older man.

“It is nice seeing you again Seul” his dirty voice haunted her once again. A voice that she tried so hard to forget now came to torture her again without mercy. There was a tiny voice in her head telling her to scream and sought help, she just wanted to escape from here. Breathing in the same room as his disgusted her.

“Seeing how hard you try to push me away, I bet you still remember me” placing his arms on both side, he trapped her in between while smirking playfully.

One of her hands clutched onto the counter, gulping the heavy lumps on her throat “Wh-at…do you wan-t..Stay..away from me” her lips quivered as she failed to hold back her fears. He smelled just like seven years ago, a mixture of tobacco and alcohol.

“Aw, I wish I can. But you are working for me, like old times don’t you think?”

Seul eyes sprung open, and she stared at him disbelief “Yes my dear, I am the owner of this place. Fate really brings us together, I like that” he moves his hand along the length of her hair and leaned in to sniff the sweet peach smell from it.

“You smell just as good as before” she palmed his chest to push him away, but his grip tightened around her wrist as fast as lightning earning a soft whimper from the girl. Tears started to cascade down her cheeks like heavy rain, fearing what he’s about to do to her.

“Lea-ve me alone” Seul pleaded.

“Aw, I wish I can my dear, but I am in charged here. It is rude to treat your employer this way don’t you think?” squishing her wrist tighter, he whispered dangerously close to her earlobe.  His hot breath fanned against her skin, weakening her knees instantly.

Tears in her eyes blurred the image around her, she desperately looked for source of help at least anyone inside the store to pull her out of this misery. “There is no one here, just us. We can have a little fun too” the man used his free hand, to encircle it around her waist crashing their body together.

Seul gasped in horror and struggled in his strong grasp. It seemed like his age didn’t deplete his energy at all. Showing no sign of giving up, she reached out to random things on the counter as a defence mechanism. Things happened way too fast, as she sensed his body being lifted off from her and not long after she saw the older man ended up against the wall groaning in pain.

“YOU RAT! YOU ARE NOT ALLOWED TO TOUCH HER!” the owner of the voice yelled angrily, glaring at his way getting ready to take another charge and punched the older man into a pulp. The familiarity of the voice shocked the hell out of her. She could tell who’s her saviour under the mask just by his voice.

Hurriedly, Seul went to his side, embracing him from behind “Jin..please. stop it… please” she sobbed between her words.

His heart softened, as he quickly faced the girl taking her in his arms, “Seul-ah are you okay? Did he hurt you anywhere?” she let out a long sigh of relief, grateful that Jin appeared just on time before Mr Kwon could do anything inappropriate.

Mr Kwon got back on his feet, fixing his grey suit with a smug played across his face. “We are not done Seul. I will see you around” Jin gritted his teeth, watching his figure disappeared into the darkness.

He returned his attention to the crying girl, “Calm down, Seul. I am here, he is gone” he stroked her hair and sighed deeply. “Thank you..” she had begun to tremble with a sort of frightened and frustrated fury.

Seul had never been so scared in her life ever since she escaped that gruesome phase years ago. How was it possible to fix her old wound again? Jin took his time to calm down the scared girl. Squeezing her eyes open, she looked up meeting his worried gaze “What are you doing here?” she murmured, pulling away from his embrace.

“We have to get back to studio to record new songs, but we’ll fly back to Japan this Saturday. Where are your colleagues? Why are you alone?” stroking her cheeks, Jin dried her tears and emitted a long sigh.

“Wongeun oppa and Hwasa are out to do errands. They will be back soon” as if on cue, Hwasa and Wongeun made their appearance inside the store cheerfully however only to turn serious as soon as they saw the mess and distressed looking Seul.

Hwasa lurched forward, grabbing Seul shoulder “Oh my god, are you alright? Did someone try to hurt you? Where is the thief?” her eyes scanned the area wildly and as soon as notice Jin’s presence there, Hwasa let out a high pitch holler. “You are the thief? What did you do to her?!”

Both Wongeun and Jin squirmed slightly at the squeaky voice, and before Seul could explain further, her crazy best friend had already grabbed nearby broom to hit the innocent young man with it.

“Aren’t you ashamed?! Do you think it is okay to steal something which isn’t yours?” she swung the broom towards his direction. Jin dodged the hit before it could kiss his face.

“Hwasa! Stop it! He is not the thief!” the shorter girl grabbed her arms, holding the furious girl in her stance before she could cause any harm to this idol handsome face.

She growled under her breath while shooting a nasty glare at Jin “Oh really? I am not convinced by the way how he dressed. He looked even suspicious with that mask on” Seul shook her head tiredly.

Offended by the accusations, Jin pulled down his mask a little revealing his face “If I were a thief, the only thing that I steal will be Seul’s heart” Seul cringed at his cheesiness. The tall guy who stood silently behind Jin looked disturbed by a joke that he pulled a moment ago.

Hwasa gaped “You are the Kim Seokjin! Oh my god!” the latter politely bow and smiled sweetly. “I am sorry to cause the misunderstanding. I was here when Seul was ha-“ Seul blurted out quickly, leaving Jin confused.

“I had a major headache and was about to pass out. Jin came right on time to help” their eyes met , exchanging a hard gaze.

“You sick? You should have told me Seul. I would send you back early. Now, go get your stuff and leave. You need rest” Wongeun suggested.

“I am okay, I can still work”

Jin crossed his arm “No you are not. You look pale to me, lets go back. I will walk you home” Hwasa bit her lower lips, careful not to fangirl over the attention that Seokjin showed on her best friend. She was happy for Seul just because she could see this young man before her is madly in love.

“You guys please” “Seul please listen to me for once, leave before I make you” Wongeun’s voice was stern and firm enough to intimidate her. Giving into the order, Seul made her way sulkily to her locker grabbing her things.

Hwasa turned to Jin putting her serious façade “Kim Seokjin-ssi, take care of my friend. If..i find out she gets hurt under your supervision, I will smack your handsome face with this broom” his eyes wide opened in bafflement.

Seul walloped her back head softly earning a loud protest from the latter “We are heading back home not for a war, stop being dramatic, you rude girl” Hwasa rolled her eyes in annoyance. “Get back home safely” Wongeun crescent moon eyes appeared when he smiled brightly.

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Her place was only 10 minutes-walk from the store, but they purposely took another route which took another 15 minutes. She did not mind the long walk especially with Jin by her side. That quiet walk home was her chance to relax and gathered her thought.

Jin on the other hand racking his intelligent brain to find that one perfect word to inquire her about the incident happened inside the store. The harassment was intentional to him, he had a strong feeling that the perverted old man knew Seul.

“We are not done Seul. I will see you around” his voice rung in his head non-stop and for some reason it couldn’t be erased from his memory. A displeased grunt could be heard clearly shifting her attention to her. Seul stopped walking, interlacing their hand together surprising the latter.

Jin eyes landed on their intertwined hand, and a smile crept on his face. “Do you have questions for me?” she muttered softly.

“What questions?”

“You can’t bluff me, it is written all over your face. What’s on your mind?” Jin bit his tongue, sighing one more time. She giggled and stroked the visible line on his forehead “Look you are sighing again and stop frowning. You don’t want to have wrinkle at this age” Jin studied her face.

Her long eyelashes batting at him, and her brown eyes stared out, wide and lovely. Her beauty never fails to render him speechless. Jin shrugged the thought off and wrapped her wrist, holding it down “Lets find a place to talk” she nodded in agreement, letting Jin led the way.

As they walked to nearby park, hand in hand, Jin spotted empty bench. They sat in silent for few minutes until he finally had the courage to ask the question. “The man earlier, do you know him?” Seul knew he finally asked her about Mr Kwon, it’s matter of time.

“He is someone from my past. The memories that I had with him was horrible and pathetic” her fingers fiddled with the hem of her blouse, inhaling a deep breath. Jin didn’t expect her to tell him everything. Seul’s expression darkened as she was remembered by the past again, nothing seemed to be working every time she wanted to get rid of the horrible memory.

“Seul, if you are not-“ “My father sold me to him. Mr Kwon, that man…my father made a deal with him. In exchanged of the freedom from his debt, I have to serve Mr Kwon. He used me to satisfy his needs and..” she had a stoic expression that pained Jin. Although close to tears, she tried to make her voice sounded casual.

He stared at her in a different, and in curiosity. Jin least expected to hear such things came from her mouth. He thought it only existed in dramas or movies, so it really happened in real life. A clawing sensation tugged at his chest, her emotional pain nearly suffocated him.  

“And..I was locked in a room ever since he brought me in. I thought of ending my life right away, I couldn’t handle the pain. It was too much..I..I just..” she was not able to finish her sentence and her voice cracked. She inhaled deeply, as pain engulfed her heart breaking it like a crumbling wall.

Jin threw his arms around her protectively, caressing her long hair “I am sorry..” he whispered.

“You did nothing, don’t be sorry” she felt tears brimming in her eyes. With a single blink, the tears spilled down like a broken pipe. After regaining her composure, she settled herself comfortably in his embrace and continued with her stories. Seul thought if she told him about her dark past, it would help her to heal the wound.

Although he listened attentively to her story of life, her humiliation at the awful past got to her. She was ashamed and disgusted of it. What is Jin felt the same way? When she first opened up to Jungkook, she didn’t expect his reaction contradicted to what she imagined.

It went well despite her struggled between the sobs.

Jin took one deep breath in as soon as the story ended. “So you and Hoon are step siblings? Different father but same mother?” Seul smiled meekly. “Have you found your real father?” he looked at her with a concern look.

“I don’t know who my father is. I asked my mother about it but, she refused to tell me the truth. I stopped asking after that one time because she looked hurt and furious”

“Arent you curious?”

“I am..i really want to see him, my biological father. I wish I can find way to reach him” she murmured in defeat.

He sighed “Your father, you will find him. I..damn how should I put this, is it possible for you to quit your job considering Mr Kwon is the owner of that shop. It is risky to stay Seul-ah. Now, that he knows you’re working there, he will find way to get to you again” his hand stopped around her waist and continue to make a small circle around it.

“I need that job to cover up our daily expenses”

“But you have the caretaker job with us, isn’t it enough to pay for everything?” his brows quirked up.

“The money that I earned from that job I used it to pay mom’s medical expenses. This permanent job that I have, to pay for the bills and Hoon’s college” he gave her a disapproval look.

“If this is about money, I can help you. Your safety is my utmost priority, I want to quit that job. The things that happened today might occur again, you never know when that bastard decided to strike again. Please Seul, think about it” taking her hand in his, he brought it close to his lips, kissing it softly.

Seul shuddered at the contact of his lips against her cold skin, a gush of memory invaded her mind. The kisses that Jin gave to her when she had her panic attack made her face pink. “I will think about it” she coughed away the awkwardness.

“It is late, you need your rest too. Lets go back now” she pulled her hand form his grasp and arose from her feet. She couldn’t stop the thudding of her heart as she waited for him to come up. He smiled to himself and grabbed her hand once again making the latter to squeal softly.

“Lets go” he interlocked her fingers with his, and started walking side by side.

Underneath a sky blanketed with stars, there were two confused souls walking through the darkness. They pretended the sound of their loud heart beatings were not caused by their close proximity.

Was she swooned by Jin’s little gesture?

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