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jisungsmochi · 4 years ago

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favorite crime - na jaemin

favorite crime - na jaemin

this is the second installment for my SOUR series! you can read jeno’s one here!

a little bad boy!jaemin x troubled (?) but still a ‘goodie goodie’ reader // strangers to friends to partner in crime to strangers again :/

word count: 7.2k

summary: “It's bittersweet to think about the damage that we'd do

'Cause I was goin' down, but I was doin' it with you”

who would have ever thought that, jaemin, the quiet boy you met in detention, would become your first love? getting involved with his shenanigans was probably the worst thing you could have done in your life. you were lucky enough to love someone like him, someone who excited you, scared you, and most of all, loved you back. but what happens when his actions suddenly have consequences?

a/n: this summary sucks but i liked writing this alot,, explains why it took me so long to write it oops.

tagging the bestie: @skrtbabe

Know that I loved you so bad

I let you treat me like that

I was your willing accomplice, honey

as you walked into the near-empty classroom, you made a beeline for the closest seat to the window. if you were going to be stuck in detention for two hours, you might as well have a nice view. you let out a short sigh to yourself, one hour and fifty eight minutes to go. the supervising teacher was lazily marking her class’ essays, completely choosing to ignore the entrance of na jaemin. he gave her a subtle scoff before stumbling past the desk, making his way to sit behind you. you heard him roughly place his bag onto the surface of his desk. you’d be lying if you said you didn’t want to look back and see what he was up to. jaemin was always a mystery to you, and to everyone else in the school. despite keeping himself away from the majority, people had quite a lot to say about the boy. you heard rumours that he got stabbed (which you didn’t believe at all) but your classmate, haechan, insists he had video evidence. if anything, you don’t think you had ever spoken to jaemin in your entire life, but that was all about to change.

thirty minutes into detention and you were beyond bored. everybody was either catching up on school work or trying their best to not be caught on their phones. you opted to staring out the window, eyes following the movements of a particular butterfly. eventually, the butterfly decided it was time to leave your line of sight, causing you to let out a short huff. you heard a soft chuckle, belonging to the previously silent boy behind you. you slowly turned to face him, his eyes immediately latching to meet yours. he had his chin perched on top of his right palm, a cunning grin on his face. you gave him a glare,

“what are you laughing at?” you faintly whisper to him. this caught him off guard, he didn’t expect you to sound so stern.

“an explosion is about to happen” you grew to be more confused, what is he talking about?

“wha-“

“i’ll be right back! s-stay where you are!” your teacher suddenly blurts out, rushing out of her room as fast as she could. the rest of the students all looked over at eachother, some even opting to leave detention entirely.

you turned back to the snickering boy, who clearly had something to do with it.

“what the hell did you do?”

“put laxatives in her coffee” your jaw dropped, how the hell did he manage to do that?

“w-what’s wrong with you?”

“what’s wrong with you? learn to live a little” he suddenly stood up, slinging his bag across his body. his eyes still stayed on you, silently asking for you to follow him. this was one hell of a first impression. you weren’t sure what took over you in that moment, but you found yourself trailing behind na jaemin like a lost puppy as he led you both out of the school gates. he didn’t speak much to you, aimlessly walking to wherever the hell he needed to be.

“so what did you get into detention for?” he suddenly asked you, causing you to stiffen. you weren’t a stranger to getting into trouble, your short temper often being the root of your issues. but you weren’t exactly the most comfortable talking to new people.

“ah you’re a bit shy? i’ll start then, i stole lee haechan’s clothes after gym practice” he smirked to himself, feeling some sense of pride.

“that was you? he was running around school butt naked because of you” you couldn’t help but chuckle at the memory of seeing two full ass cheeks after your history class.

“that’s what he gets for claiming that he has proof i got stabbed? which is ridiculous by the way” jaemin shakes his head before coming to a complete stop. you slightly bump into his right shoulder, quickly stabilising yourself before looking at the quiet cafe infront of you.

“hungry?” you nodded in response, following him into the cafe. he seemed to have known some of the workers, earning you a free croissant and hot chocolate.

“so, i told you why i got into detention, now it’s your turn” he chimed, clearly entertained by having you as company.

“i punched kim yuna in the face” you slightly cringed at your own words. you weren’t the one to be physical in your confrontations, but this girl really struck a nerve.

“sheesh, i saw her earlier, you gave her nose a good bruising, i must say” he couldn’t help but find the entire thing entertaining. this was so odd to you, every person that had witnessed it, thought you went crazy. but here jaemin was, laughing at the situation.

“you think this is funny?” you asked curiously, rather than in a judgemental manner.

“well yeah, i don’t know why you did it, but she probably deserved it” he shrugged, taking a bite of his own pastry. you felt your shoulders begin to relax, infact your entire demeanour had changed. jaemin was the only person that didn’t push you to admit your faults and apologise. he didn’t need to know the whole story, he just took your words for what they were.

the next hour consisted of you and jaemin, sharing stories on some of the mischievous things you had gotten up to in the past. from small things like setting off stink bombs during an exam, to running from the mall cops after stealing a pair of pants from a store. jaemin liked your reactions to his stories, at first your face would be full of shock, then turn into some sort of enlightenment. he found it quite endearing to watch. he wasn’t too bad on the eyes either.

“need me to walk you home?”

“i don’t need you to do anything for me” jaemin just smirked at your response,

“but i wouldn’t mind if you did”

“ah i see how it’s going to be”

“what do you mean?”

“our relationship, it’s going to be very push and pull” what on earth was he on about?

“you got that from just spending a few hours with me?” jaemin nodded, shoving his hands into his jacket pockets.

“i think we’ll be spending a lot of time together” was all he said back. if you had told yourself earlier that day, that you’d become na jaemin’s partner in crime, you’d punch yourself in the face. but this was only the beginning.

from that day onwards, you would purposely seek out jaemin’s presence. whether it be you walking to the most isolated parts of school, or simply trying to get into detention in the case he was there again. as a result of the laxative prank, jaemin had earned a two week long suspension. you had caught wind of this information from the school’s chatterbox, haechan. you’d think after being humiliated by jaemin, he’d keep his name out of his mouth.

you decided to visit the same cafe you accompanied jaemin to, incase he was hanging out there. you weren’t sure why you wanted to be around him so much. if anything, you were more at risk of getting another detention, or becoming a social outcast. but you were going to take those chances.

as you entered the cafe, your eyes scanned near and far for any sight of the black haired boy. you were about to give up, when you heard a voice,

“stalking me now?” you immediately froze, too nervous to turn back. you felt jaemin’s hand on your shoulder, slowly turning your around to face him.

“i-i no it’s not what it looks like-“

“it’s fine, you must have missed me, no?” he let a cocky grin land on his face. you just rolled your eyes, ready to walk right back out that door.

“let’s get up to some trouble today” he gripped your wrist gently, dragging you out of the cafe. he didn’t let go of you, once again, you were aimlessly following him. why did you let him do this to you?

jaemin wasn’t too much of a talker, he tended to try and speak with his eyes. you found it interesting, the way he expected you to know exactly what was on his mind. he eventually stopped walking after reaching an abandoned building. you were beginning to feel slightly anxious, noticing that the sun was slowly setting and the breeze was getting cooler. jaemin plopped his carry bag on the concrete floor, you heard clinking sounds erupt from the bag. he moved to pull out a few spray cans.

“ever graffitied?” you shook your head,

“not spray painting, but i’ve drawn some not so pleasant pictures in the bathroom stalls” you shrug as he handed you a can of bright yellow spray paint. he slightly chuckled at your anecdote, which made you look down at the ground.

“well you won’t get in trouble for messing up this place”

“what is this place anyway?” you start to shake the can, watching as jaemin started spraying onto the blank wall.

“somewhere i come when i don’t feel like going home” you weren’t sure if you wanted to press him to elaborate, so you just nodded, beginning to spray a random design of your own.

jaemin found hanging around you quite amusing. you were always up for anything he wanted to do. you seemed so cheerful about the simplest things, and never pushed him to explain the questionable things about himself. you were a lot different than the people he would usually surround himself with. but like many things in na jaemin’s life, they often went sour very quickly.

And I watched as you fled the scene

Doe-eyed as you buried me

One heart broke, four hands bloody

jaemin had asked you to accompany him to the abandoned building one night. you were half asleep and freezing to death as you approached his car. it was quite beat up, making you worried,

“is this thing even safe to be driving?” you groan as you wrap yourself in your large puffer jacket. jaemin had previously insisted you bring a sleeping bag and pillow. you chose not to question it, too tired to argue back with him.

“don’t disrespect my sweet ride! be grateful i didn’t make you walk in the cold” he scoffed before starting the engine. the car ride was fairly quiet, you were drifting in and out of sleep, in which jaemin noticed. he thought you looked so peaceful, so he tried his best not to make any sharp turns or run over many speed bumps. in a matter of time, he parked the car, gently wiggling your shoulder. you woke up instantly, feeling his cold hand on your cheek. you furrowed your eyebrows before following him out of the car. he led you to the same wall you both had graffitied on before, but this time, it seemed to have become a complete picture.

“i wanted to show you this! isn’t it cool?” he gleamed, pulling you to his side, slightly rubbing your shoulder to warm you up. you quickly ignored his touch, focusing back on the wall. it was a mirage of different doodles and words that must have meant something to jaemin.

“this is amazing, you did this all by yourself?”

“yeah, i really wanted to see your reaction”

“what does it all mean?”

“it’s kind of a representation of what goes on in my mind? i’m not the best with expressing my feelings with words, so i decided to let it out on this wall” jaemin spoke with such ease, his voice filling your ears with warmth. he pulled you closer to him when he saw you shiver,

“care to share?” you slightly joked. jaemin never got too deep with you, so you assumed he would brush the comment off. but he just stares back at you, his eyes piercing into your own. you held your breath as he leaned in closer to you.

“sure thing” he slowly leads you back to the car, turning on the heater as you both wrapped yourselves in sleeping bags. you were huddled up in the back seat, your head leaning on his shoulder as he played with his fingers.

“i never had an outlet for my imagination. my parents weren’t the most warm or loving people in the world. i barely remember anything from my childhood, except for the unpleasant memories. when i started hanging out with some of the older kids, they showed me the ropes of their crew. they taught me how to graffiti, how to carve things with a pocket knife, you know, basic seventh grade stuff” he let out a soft chuckle, but you didn’t laugh. instead you placed your hand over his, feeling the coldness shoot through your body.

“i-i don’t like showing how i feel. because i think it makes me weak, or pitiful. that’s a bad way of thinking, but i can’t help it. so i let out my frustrations here, by either spray painting or smashing random things. it’s nice to get it all out” he stops speaking, his posture suddenly stiffening. you lifted your head from his shoulder, forcing him to look over at you.

“i’m here to listen to you. you don’t have to result to destroying things in order to reveal your feelings. you can just talk to me next time, okay?” you assured him, tightening your grip on his hand. jaemin just nodded, his eyes faltering from yours. why were you so considerate towards him?

“wanna know why i punched yuna in the face?” you saw jaemin crack a smile, nodding frantically.

“she said some things about my family, how they only took me in because they felt sorry for me. see, i’m actually a foster kid, my real parents weren’t in the ‘right state of mind’ to take care of me. well, in the eyes of the law atleast” jaemin didn’t know how to respond, opting to pulling your head back into his shoulder.

“i know she was just trying to rile me up, my foster parents aren’t terrible. but hearing those words just struck a nerve. how can people be so judgmental?”

“that’s just life, love. everyone will always have their own opinions, but it’s up to you, on how to respond. or you can simply choose to ignore them, it’s always worked for me” jaemin started tracing small patterns on the back of your hand, feeling his eyes become drowsy.

“but i don’t want to always ignore my problems. i want to be able to face them, how else will i grow as a person?” you sighed,

“we grow each and every day, most of the time we don’t notice. you’re doing better than you think. sure, you’ll grow up soon enough, you’ll develop your own identity, but for now, enjoy the moment. don’t care too much about what others think, this is your life to lead” jaemin looked down at you, feeling a warm sensation reach his heart.

“for someone who doesn’t like speaking his mind, you sure give some great advice. promise we’ll be there for eachother?” you pull out your pinky finger from his grip, watching as he blinks for a few seconds. you sensed some hesitation, but blamed it on him being tired. eventually, jaemin linked his pink with yours, sealing it with a gentle press of his lips. you couldn’t hide how flustered you had gotten, burying your head in his chest as he started stroking your hair.

“thankyou for being with me tonight” he mumbled as he felt himself fall asleep,

“anytime”

sometimes jaemin would leave you hanging for days on end. at first you would get concerned, mainly for his own safety. you were never sure what he got up to in his spare time, and to be honest, you didn’t want to know. but after a certain amount of days, he would pop back into your life that nothing happened, as if no time had passed. today was one of those days. he was sitting on your bedroom floor, flicking through your history notes. you couldn’t pry your eyes away from him, he looked so peaceful.

“you’re so much smarter than me” he huffs, scratching his head as he closed your notebook.

“no way, i’m pretty average. you’re more street smart than i am” jaemin perks up at your words,

“i guess i am huh” he smirks to himself, making you slightly smile.

“i can help you study if you want, you need a pass, right?” you scooted over to him, sitting so that your shoulders brushed against eachother.

“well yes, technically. but passing doesn’t secure i’ll get into college. not that i can even go” he shrugs, eyes focused on his rings, beginning to fiddle with them.

“what do you mean?”

“i don’t have the grades, my parents barely have any money saved for my college fund. i don’t have a job, you see the issue here?” you sensed him stiffen up next to you, this topic clearly striking a nerve within him. you placed a hand on his shoulder, gently squeezing it,

“you know college isn’t for everyone. i’m sure you will be able to live a good life” jaemin knew you were trying your best to cheer him up. but these were constant thoughts and struggles he had been dealing with for what seemed like a lifetime. he knew you would never fully understand, and he couldn’t be mad at you for that.

“y-yeah, i’ll be fine” he sighs, linking is fingers with yours. you worried about jaemin so much, it slowly began to take over your mind. you caught yourself thinking about him more often, how you wanted to be there for him during his dark times. but jaemin always shoved off the idea of getting too deep with his emotions. sure, he trusted you with most things, but there was always a thought in the back of his mind. you were way too good for him.

“what is this?” you smiled brightly at the boy standing across from you. he was leant up against your locker, gift bag in his hands, shoving it towards you.

“a token of my appreciation for our growing friendship” you chose to ignore the last word, your feelings towards jaemin still being undecided.

you slowly open the bag, your eyes landing on a small box. you furrowed your eyebrows, before opening it.

“t-this is beautiful, jaemin. how did you afford this?” you gasped, pulling out the shiny necklace from the delicate box. it was a silver chain, that sparkled under the light at just the right angle. there was a small pendent latched onto it, a butterfly.

“don’t worry about that, do you like it?” he grinned at you, taking in your ecstatic reaction,

“of course! i cant thank you enough!”

you pull him into a warm hug, arms tightening around his torso. jaemin chuckled softly, bringing his arms to wrap around your frame, slowly swaying you side to side.

“being there for me is enough, i promise”

The things I did

Just so I could call you mine

The things you did

Well, I hope I was your favorite crime

the following few days, jaemin went MIA again. you were beginning to become annoyed by his lack of communication. you wanted to believe he was gone for good reason, but something in your gut sensed something worse was happening. that’s when you decided to go to the abandoned building, remembering he often went there when he wanted to be alone. not having a car of your own caused many issues in your life. like right now, you were huffing and puffing once you hopped off your bicycle. you quickly set it aside, making your way to the building. before you turned to the main corridor that you met jaemin in many times before, you heard hushed voices, one belonging to the boy in question.

“we need this deal done asap. no excuses” a deep voice echoes through the building. you couldn’t get a good look at them without being caught, so you remained hidden behind a huge slab of concrete.

“b-but what if they think i’m scamming them because i’m new?” jaemin squeaked. you had never heard him so worried before.

“well you better think of some way to get them to buy, we can’t risk anymore losses. take this as initiation into the big boys club” what the hell was going on?

soon enough, the small group of men had left the building, walking past the concrete slab you were hiding behind. you let out a sigh of relief before rushing to jaemin. his eyes widened at the sight of you, part of him wanting to yell at you for being so stupid.

“what are you doing here?!” he was mad.

“i could ask you the same thing” you scoffed. jaemin suddenly became quiet, eyes avoiding yours.

“what’s going on? and i want the truth. the whole truth” he just sighed, dragging you back to his car. you folded your arms, in disbelief from what you had heard prior.

“i-i’m helping them with some deals okay? it’s just a side hustle to get some cash, i want to get out of this town. this is the only way”

“what are you dealing? drugs?” you gasped, watching as jaemin snapped his neck to face you.

“yes, it’s not as bad as you think-“

“not as bad? they’re literally part of a gang. do you know what happens to people who don’t seal these deals?” you couldn’t believe what you were hearing.

“i know the risks. but i’m desperate. i just need enough to buy an apartment in another city and finally start my life” jaemin doesn’t know why he’s bothering trying to explain this to you. he brushed his fingers through his hair roughly, letting out a groan as he did so.

“when i said there are ways for you to live a good life, i didn’t mean deal drugs. i meant get an apprenticeship or something! literally anything but this”

“there’s nothing you can do to change my mind. i already swore i’d do this deal. i need the money. you wouldn’t understand” jaemin struck back, feeling attacked by your words.

“what the hell is that supposed to mean? i-i can’t do this. come back to me when you’ve come to your senses. this is stupid and you know it” you rush out of his car, causing jaemin to trail behind you as you stumbled to find your bike.

“come with me” you stopped in your tracks.

“pardon?”

“come with me to the deal. i-i don’t want to go alone” he says barely above a whisper,

“you’re crazy if you think i’ll follow you like a lost pup-“ jaemin pressed his lips on yours, hands stuck to your waist, gently rubbing your sides as he deepened the kiss. your words became jumbled as he continued to kiss you. as much as you wanted to argue back with him, feeling his lips on yours was only something you had experienced in your dreams.

“please” he whispered, pulling away from you momentarily.

“o-okay” you whispered back, hands now on his shoulders. jaemin smirked with pride before pulling you in once again. he led you back to his car, dragging you into the backseat. he began trailing kisses down your neck, erupting a pleased sigh from you. and just like that, you were wrapped around his silly little finger.

you were now seated in the passenger seat of jaemin’s busted ass car. your nerves were off the charts, and so were his. you had never seen him so anxious before, he was breathing in quick successions and couldn’t stop shaking.

“just get it over and done with...okay? get in and get out” you try your best to ease his nerves but how much could you really say? you were encouraging him to commit to a drug deal, this was not how you expected your friday night to go.

jaemin just nodded, clutching onto something in his jacket pocket. he pressed a soft kiss to your forehead, gently stroking your hair as he did so.

“thankyou for coming with me” he mumbled. you just nodded, trying to ignore your intense gut feeling that something was going to go wrong. he led you by your waist into the noisy bar. you kept your head down, allowing jaemin to gain sight of the clients. he didn’t let you approach the group of men, so you tried to distract yourself with a random fruity cocktail from the bar. it wasn’t enough to push aside your worries.

after what seemed like hours, you caught sight of jaemin, who seemed like he was in a rush. he quickly scooped you away from your seat, swiftly leading you out of the bar. before you could even open your mouth, he interjects,

“no time for questions, get in the car now” he harshly shoved you into the passenger seat. now you were more worried than before.

“what the fuck is going on?!” jaemin didn’t answer you, starting the engine of the car. before you could press him any further, the same group of men rushed out of the bar, eyes scanning for the boy next to you. this wasn’t good.

“may or may not have given them the wrong amount...nothing a little hide and seek can’t fix!” jaemin tried to laugh it off, but you knew he was equally as scared. his dingy car wouldn’t start, adding to the panic in the atmosphere. the group of men were already in their own vehicle, approaching jaemin’s car rather quickly.

“fuck fuck fuck” he began shouting, slamming his foot on the accelerator as the car hurled forward. in a matter of time, he was speeding down the street. he probably ran a couple red lights and a few stop signs, but he wasn’t fazed. you on the other hand, were about to throw up. jaemin kept taking sharp turns to throw off the car chasing you, he barely looked back. you were terrified in this moment. anything could go wrong, one wrong turn, and it could all be over. soon enough, he stopped right outside the all too familiar abandoned building. he was out of breath, the adrenaline still present in his system. you were completely frozen, still in shock at what had occurred.

“wasn’t that riveting?” he smirked. he fucking smirked?

“are you kidding me? that was fucking insane. d-don’t do this again. i don’t want any part of this anymore” you began tearing up, feeling your heart pump out of your chest. jaemin’s face dropped as he tried to hold your hand, in which you pulled away immediately.

“t-take me home. please.” he didn’t say anything back to you. he respected your wishes and took you home safely. you didn’t even want to think about the punishment he would receive from the gang for messing up the deal. the only thought of your mind was your own safety. jaemin risked your safety this time around. you would have done anything for him, but in this moment, you were beginning to regret it. na jaemin was trouble. and you needed to stay away from trouble.

staying away from na jaemin was harder than you thought. subtle glances from across the classroom or school courtyard wasn’t doing you any good. so you sought refuge in the library. somehow he managed to find you there too.

“y/n, please, talk to me” you continued to read the novel you weren’t interested in, trying your best to remain angry. he sat across from you, pulling down the book from your face, eyes begging to meet yours.

“there’s nothing left to say” he just sighs, never seeing you be so stubborn.

“i know what i did was wrong, i shouldn’t have put you in that posit-“

“can we please not discuss this here? where anyone can hear us?” you quickly interrupt him, pulling him to the school parking lot. out of habit, jaemin led you to his car, opening the passenger side door for you. you got chills as you sat in the seat once again, the memories flooding back.

“i-i’m sorry. i shouldn’t have brought you into it. i just didn’t want to be alone...you’re the only person who doesn’t make me feel alone.” jaemin could barely look at you, too embarrassed of being vulnerable.

“you know how i’m against what you’re doing. and i know i can’t change your mind. i just can’t keep worrying about your safety. it hurts me knowing that you could get hurt one day” you began sniffling, which made jaemin’s heart ache. he pulled your face to meet his own, staring at your soft features. he slowly guided his fingers to wipe away your tears.

“don’t worry too much about me, love. i’ll be just fine” he pressed a soft kiss to your lips, and just like that, you were dragged right back into his arms.

“be careful” you whispered against his lips,

“always”

You used me as an alibi

I crossed my heart as you crossed the line

And I defended you to all my friends

jaemin wasn’t careful. not in the slightest. he showed up at your window, hands clutching to his lower torso area as he stumbled into your room. you hushed him to be as quiet as he could but you immediately knew something was wrong. he practically fell to his knees, soft whimpers and sighs leaving his mouth. you quickly moved to turn on your lights, taking a better look at the boy in pain. your eyes travelled along his face, covered in scratches and bruises.

“you good with playing medic tonight?” he joked, trying to relieve the tension. but you were not having any of it. you pulled him into your bed, allowing him to lay on his back. he had an array of cuts over his body, including a large gash on his lower lip. you swiftly rushed to the bathroom, grabbing your not so impressive first aid kit, but it would have to do for now. you tried your best to disinfect what you cold, until you reached his torso. you saw there were specks of blood leaking onto his t shirt, which made you more worried than you were initially. jaemin just sighed, lifting up his shirt slowly. your eyes were glued on the painful wound plastered on the right side of his body.

“d-did someone stab you?!” you felt tears prickle the side of your eyes. how could he be so stupid?

“n-no, its just a cut, it’s not even that deep” he tried to play it off, but the moment you pressed the cleansing wipe onto the wound, he winced.

“stop playing the tough guy. i hate when you play tough guy” you groan, trying your best to tend to his wound. jaemin watched as your expression changed from one of concern, to annoyance.

“hey, don’t be mad at me, okay?” he brought his hand to hover over your thigh, gently stroking his fingers on the surface.

“i’m sorry” he whispered, trying his best to sit up, but you immediately pushed him back down. you moved to lay next to him, allowing yourself to finally look him in the eyes.

“i can’t always be here to take care of you like this, jaemin. as much as i want to, there are going to be times where i just can’t. you have to understand that”

“of course, i didn’t expect you to be my personal nurse or anything. i just don’t want you to leave” his words sank deeply into your thoughts.

“i-i won’t leave”

“thankyou. i promise i will take you out and we will have fun. like old times. we can go on a road trip, or even that stupid homecoming dance you keep talking about. i’ll do anything to make it up to you because i ca-“ he immediately stopped himself, clutching his side.

“just get some rest, we can continue this discussion another day. goodnight jaem” you just sighed, turning on your back to face him. jaemin didn’t know why he couldn’t finish his sentence. he does care about you. more than anyone else in the world. but why couldn’t he just say it?

you on the other hand, were too busy imagining your future with jaemin. would he be there as your partner in crime for life? or was he just someone passing by to teach you a lesson? you weren’t too sure you wanted to find out.

“y/n, principal lee wants to see you in his office” your economics teacher informed you during class, eyes of classmates following you as you left the room. you swore you hadn’t done anything remotely mischievous lately, besides snatching a cheat sheet for the upcoming final.

“ah yes y/n, please take a seat” principal lee invited you into his office. you tried your best to stay focused on the stubby man in front of you but you couldn’t ignore the two police officers standing to the side.

“you wanted to see me, sir?”

“yes, these officers are here to ask you some questions. don’t worry, you aren’t in trouble. they just need some information for their investigation” he explains as best he could, shifting the conversation over to the two officers.

“as principal lee mentioned, we just need information. are you comfortable with us asking you a few questions?” you slowly nodded, hands beginning to clam up.

“we have reason to believe your friend, na jaemin, has been involved in an incident that occurred last thursday. he claims he was present with you that night. can you confirm this?” you immediately froze. you swore you didn’t even blink. that was the night he came to your window, all banged up a bruised. but you couldn’t tell them that part. so you went with a variation of the truth,

“yes, he was with me, we often study together and watch movies on thursdays.” you tried your best to maintain eye contact, not wanting to draw any more attention.

“have you noticed anything odd in his behaviour lately?” you knew they were just following protocol, but you weren’t prepared for any of this.

“not really. he is quite reserved naturally, but there hasn’t been anything too alarming, in my opinion” the officers just nodded, scribbling down your words.

“thankyou for your time, if we were to need any more statements from you, would you be okay with that?” you simply nodded, wanting nothing more than to get back to class.

“great, we’ll be heading off now, thankyou principal lee, and y/n” you let out a breath you didn’t know you were holding in. what in god’s name happened that night?

“why were the cops coming out of the office? did you do something?” your friend, jimin asked you as she rushed to your side.

“n-no, they were asking about jaemin” you sighed. you didn’t want to tell her much, knowing she wasn’t his biggest fan.

“y/n, you have to stop hanging out with him so much. he’s bad news. i mean, he’s got the cops questioning you? is that someone you really want to be with?” you knew she had your best interest at heart, but she didn’t know jaemin like you did. no one did.

“don’t talk about him like he’s some pest in my life. he makes me happy, okay? i’d do pretty much anything for him” you huff, beginning to walk away.

“but would he do anything for you?” her words made you stop in your tracks. she was right to question that. god, even you questioned it sometimes. would he?

And now every time a siren sounds

I wondеr if you're around

'Cause you know that I'd do it all again

jaemin insisted he take you to the homecoming dance — he even pinky promised you.

“jaemin! i’m so excited for tonight, what time are you coming by?” you excitedly squeal into the phone, making jaemin slightly chuckle.

“uh love, i-i don’t think i can make it tonight” you felt your heart drop.

“what? why?”

“i have some business to take care of. i promise you i’ll take you out soo-“

“i think you should stop making promises you can’t keep. hope you have fun doing whatever you’re doing” you immediately hung up, wiping the stray tears from your face. you quickly pulled yourself together. showing up alone to the homecoming dance after you told your friends you were going with jaemin, was probably one of the most embarrassing things you had ever experienced. they all felt pity for you, dragging you to dance, trying to get you to forget about jaemin. but nothing was working. you were beyond disappointed, partially in yourself, for believing he could actually keep his promise.

the moment you got home, you saw someone sitting on the steps just outside your front door. you let out a loud sigh, hoping he heard everything. you wanted to push right past him and go to bed, but jaemin trapped you in his arms. you felt something was off about him. he was stiff as a board, he didn’t say anything to you. you finally got a glimpse of his face, his right eye was swollen and there was a slight gash on his cheek. you immediately gasped, all your anger towards him had fizzled away.

“w-what happened?” you barely whispered, bringing your hand to the side of his face. jaemin winced as he felt the touch, quickly pulling away.

“finally got what was coming” he tried to laugh it off, but he knew you weren’t going to laugh back. instead, you allowed him to follow you to your room, hoping your parents were fast sleep.

jaemin slowly made his way to sit on your bed. you felt like he had something else he was hiding from you, but your main focus was yet again, tending to his wounds.

“i’m getting some real déjà vu right now” you sighed, cleaning his face. jaemin tried his best to not move, but everything stung. he really got it bad this time.

“i’m sorry for breaking my promise. i know how much the dance meant to you” he softly muttered, eyes avoiding yours.

“i-it’s okay”

“no it’s not! you do so much for me, and i couldn’t even do this one thing for you. i feel so shitty. why do you even keep me around? i’m deadweight and that’s trouble for someone with wings” he scoffs, replaying harsh words he had heard from others in the past. you slowly plucked away the medical kit, turning to face him properly. (a/n: not me using a quote from the show ‘panic’)

“you’re not deadweight...you’re a good person, jaem. you’re good to me, that’s what matters” you gently push away the stray strands of hair that covered his forehead. he smiled at your touch, leaning into your palm as you brought it to cup his cheek.

“i love you”

you almost choked on your own saliva...he loves you?

“w-what?”

“yikes, not the response i was hoping for” he yet again, tried to relieve the tension with a joke. but you weren’t having any of it.

“can you be serious for one minute in your life? you can’t just say something like that and not expect me to freak out! i mean, do i love you too? of course i do! i would be stupid not to, but jaemin, you cant just spit that out of nowhere!” you began pacing around your room, which made jaemin smile even wider.

“well i just did. and i mean it” he stood to meet you, standing in the middle of your room as he held your shoulders in place.

“s-so what happens now?” jaemin hesitated for a moment, did he just ruin everything?

“we can’t be together”

“pardon?”

“i-i can’t do that to you. i can’t let you be with someone like me. i’m constant danger. the cops are going to get me one day, and i don’t want you to see it happen” he started rambling, you were barely understanding anything.

“this makes no sense. you’re telling me that you love me but you can’t be with me? why would you do this to me?” you started sobbing,

“i-i don’t expect you to understand. i just needed to tell you before...” he paused, pulling you closer to him. but you pushed yourself away. you didn’t want to hear anymore but forced yourself to listen. you needed answers.

“before what?” you gritted through your teeth,

“before i leave” your eyes widened, tears stopped flowing for a moment. you couldn’t make out any words, allowing jaemin to explain,

“i cant stay here, not in this town. i need to go somewhere else. somewhere they won’t find me. somewhere i can start over” he sighed, sitting back down on your bed.

“take me with you! we can go tonight, i don’t care where i am, as long as you’re with me i’ll be okay!” you begged, pulling out your duffel bag from under your bed. but jaemin quickly gripped your wrists, pulling you to sit with him on the bed.

“y-you can’t come with me. it’s not fair on you, or me. i want you to have a better life, a life with no regrets. you have so many goals, i can’t hold you back from them. i won’t” he insisted, holding your hands in his as he pleaded you with his eyes. you weren’t thinking straight, everything became so overwhelming.

“why are you doing this to me? i cant do this without you! i cant get through all of this without you. please don’t leave” your hands began to shake. jaemin brought them to his lips, placing soft pecks on each knuckle in an attempt to calm you down.

“you can. i know you can. because you’re you. an incredibly loyal, intelligent and courageous person. you don’t need me. if anything, i need you more” he smirked at the last part. you kept shaking your head, not believing anything he was saying.

“just promise me one thing?” he whispered, leaning in closer to you so that your foreheads touched.

“don’t forget me. don’t forget all the things we got up to. i had so much fun with you, more fun than i’ve had in my entire life. i can’t thank you enough for everything you’ve done for me. i love you, okay? i’ll always love you” finally, he kissed you. his hands dragged to your waist, rubbing over the soft skin. you shined into the kiss, partially still upset with his departure.

“can we just have one last night together?” you pulled away, wiping away the rest of your tears. jaemin softly nodded, pulling you down onto the bed, wrapping his arms around you.

“thankyou for being my partner in crime. i’ll miss you” he sighed, gently scribbling random doodles on your arm with his fingers.

“i miss you already. maybe one day, we’ll meet again? i don’t know, am i being silly?” you didn’t want him to answer, afraid he’d break another promise.

“you’re not silly at all. we’ll see what life has planned for us” he responded. that was enough for you. you’ll leave it up to fate. you were just happy you were spending one last night with the boy you loved so dearly.

It's bittersweet to think about the damage that we'd do

'Cause I was goin' down, but I was doin' it with you

Yeah, everything we broke and all the trouble that we made

But I say that I hate you with a smile on my face

Oh, look what we became

you awoke the very next morning in an empty bed. your heart sunk, knowing jaemin was gone had finally hit you. your eyes drifted to where he once was, landing on a piece of paper.

‘go to the building for one last goodbye. i hope you like it.

- jaem <3 ‘

you quickly got changed and rushed there as fast as you could. would he be there to bid you farewell? you weren’t betting on it, but was still curious as to what he had to show you. you made your way into the building, your eyes cascading over all the graffiti. finally, you saw exactly what he left for you. he painted over the mural you both worked on. it had been replaced with a painting of a butterfly. its wings were all different colours, you could tell he spent ages on it. you finally reached the bottom of the artwork, a small inscription was engraved,

‘for the one with the wings, keep on soaring’

“so cheesy, i hate it” you joke to yourself, smiling at his words. this was his final gift for you. as you admired the painting once again, memories of all your little adventures came rushing back. everything you did together seemed like an eternity ago. although you wished you had confessed to him sooner, or kissed him harder, you knew that he was gone for good. jaemin wasn’t the time to keep many promises, so you’ve learnt. you started to put your faith in the universe. if you were meant to be, then you would meet again. but for now, you were content with everything you had gone through together. you were grateful to have known someone as amazing as jaemin, and you would never take that for granted. you only hoped he would do the same, no matter where you both were in life. you hoped you could both grow wings and soar through life without any regrets.

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chiliiscereal · 4 years ago

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Well my standards have really lowered when I comes to writing fanfiction a XD

First I didn’t want to write any at all, then I didn’t want to write for any cartoons, then I didn’t want to write for cartoon turtles... and here i am.

Here I am starting a x reader fanfiction... with the 2014/2016 version of Raph

Still a bit uncomfortable with this but I had an idea so here we go! If I like it then I’ll keep going :p

Lol what am I doing with my life XD

Too tall

Raph x tall! Fem! Reader

Summary: yes this is me self projecting. Reader is 6 foot 4 inches tall and literally every boy she meets is too insecure to date her when she’s that tall. After a while of being treated like she unbreakable and a giant she gets tired of it. Luckily there’s someone else out there who understands how she feels.

———-

You tapped the cafe table impatiently, trying not to watch your friend and her boyfriend across from you. You attempted to look at the door instead. Maybe if you stared at it long enough then your date would show up.

“It’s okay! I’m sure he’ll show up.” She tried to console you as her boyfriend held her tiny little hand.

Perfect.

Small.

You looked at your own clenched hands and wished that yours could fit so perfectly in someone else’s hands. But, sadly, big hands come with height.

No boy your age ever came close to you.

It’s not that you minded.

It’s that they did.

You didn’t care that practically every boy you met barely went up to your shoulder. You wanted companionship. You didn’t need them to be a hulking giant. You needed someone who loved you.

This wasn’t Tall Girl for goodness sake.

You weren’t waiting around for some tall man to show up.

Unfortunately no guy was willing to step up to the plate.

Why might you ask?

Insecurity of course.

The last three guys that turned you down all said they weren’t comfortable with being shorter than their girlfriend. Others said they weren’t looking for a girlfriend.

Funnily enough they all ended up with girlfriends maybe a week later.

The other girls were incredibly tiny. They barely even made it to the boys shoulders. If that.

But you thought maybe this boy would be different.

He seemed like he was.

He seemed interested at least.

He SEEMED like he was excited when you asked him on a double date with your best friend and her boyfriend.

But an hour passed already and he wasn’t there.

You sat up with a bit of a huff. “It’s fine. Let’s just... let’s just enjoy dinner.”

Your friend frowned at you but decided to let it drop. She knew you hated whenever anything like this was addressed so she bit her tongue and changed the subject.

You couldn’t enjoy dinner or pay attention to anything brought up.

Oh you tried.

You gave it the old college try.

But you found your mind wandering back to the lost date way to often.

After another thirty minutes you stood up. “You know what? I’m kind of tired and I still have some homework to finish up. You two enjoy your date!” You grabbed your bag and walked out before your friend could even call you back.

You just needed some time to yourself.

Time to think.

You walked down the sidewalk slowly, half heartedly wishing that the boy would call you and give an amazing reason as to why he was two hours late.

You stopped yourself from reaching for your phone to check for a text.

No it was his loss.

Not yours.

Surely there was someone out there for you... waiting for you to come along.

Someone that wouldn’t care if you were a little taller than them.

You huffed and zipped your bag shut. Whoever they were, they definitely weren’t that boy.

“Hey girl, who you all dressed up for?” Came a voice from the alley you were about to pass.

“No time to talk.” You answered quickly and continued walking.

You weren’t about to give them the time of day. There was a tub of ice cream and a sappy romance movie waiting for you back at your apartment.

“Come on, a girl like you with legs like that? Surely you’re dressed up for somebody.” The man stepped out of the alleyway and leaned against the brick wall. “I’m thinkin�� maybe it’s me.”

Oh you wanted to turn him around and hit him with your bag.

But it wasn’t worth the risk.

“Hell no.” You stated curtly and walked by him briskly.

He snatched your wrist, effectively making your skin crawl. “Look at me when I’m talking to ya.”

He pulled you into the alley before you could stop him.

“Maybe you didn’t hear me.” You growled and tried to rip yourself away. “HELL. NO.”

“Come on, baby! Give me a chance-!” He attempted you sweet talk before he was interrupted.

You caught his hand before he could grab you anywhere inappropriate. “I have had a REALLY terrible day. I am a MINOR and if you don’t get lost RIGHT NOW then you’re gonna have some serious problems.”

He was close enough that you could smell the bitter alcohol on his breath.

He was probably a head shorter than you and had no idea what he was getting into.

“I don’t care if you’re a minor-.” He started.

Your fist smashing into his nose stopped his words.

“Like I said!” You growled as you shook the pain out of your knuckles, “I have had a really really REALLY bad day. And YOU are some little gnat just buzzing in my FACE!”

He gripped his nose with a cry, blood dripping down it like a waterfall. “YOU BROKE MY NOSE!”

“YOU PULLED ME INTO AN ALLEY AND TRIED TO TOUCH ME!” You shouted back, hitting him with your purse before he could charge at you. “YOU MADE THIS CHOICE AFTER I WARNED YOU!”

It felt good to take your rage out on somebody. And it was justified to! It wasn’t like you were just beating this man. He wasn’t letting you leave! He kept grabbing you before you could go.

————-

Turtles pov

They crouched above the alleyway, watching the man pull you into the alleyway.

“We gotta get involved man.” The red masked one whispered. “This doesn’t look to good.”

“I told you, we only get involved if it gets really bad.” The blue one responded with an eye roll. “We can’t risk being seen!”

“It already looks really bad!”

“If she gets anymore hurt then we jump in!”

The orange masked turtle jumped into the conversation. “I don’t know, I think my money’s on the girl.”

“Mikey shut up!” The purple masked brother whispered. “This is serious!”

“So am I! Look at her! She isn’t even scared!”

“I think she at least looks a little scared.”

“Probably cause she’s trying to keep herself from beating the shit out of him!”

Raph rolled his eyes and shoved his younger brother. “It’s our job to do the protectin’ round here. Shut up and- HOLY SHIT!”

The all gasped as you reeled your hand back and knocked your fist into the creeps nose.

“Damn that looked like it hurt.” Leo observed. “Maybe she doesn’t need our help.”

“I say we stay here in case it goes south.” Raph argued, waiting for Leo to argue with him.

“Fine, but we leave when it looks like she’s safe.” Leo nodded and looked back to the fight.

Raph didn’t have time to feel proud that he’d been listened to. Mikey was inching closer to watch. “What the hell are ya doin’?” He reached forward to pull him back. “She’s gonna see ya!”

Mikey leaned over the edge anyway. “Look at her go! I told you he didn’t stand a chance!”

“Who knew using a purse was so effective?” Leo nodded. “Think she’s got it?”

“Looks like it to me!” Mikey laughed and watched with glee. “This is real entertainment.”

“Mikey you’re too close to the edge!” Raph tried to grab him but was shoved away. “You’re gonna fall-!”

————

With that you shoved the man into the wall. “Are you FINALLY done? Have you FINALLY learned your lesson?”

He spit out the blood from his mouth and nodded. “Fine! Please just leave me alone!”

“Good choice!” You shoved him away from you. “Go before I change my mind!”

He was gone before you could even blink.

“That’s right! Get out of here!” You shouted to him as he scurried away.

You lifted your chin triumphantly.

Maybe you hadn’t gotten that date but you sure did beat the crap out of a creep.

You dusted your hands off and snatched your purse off the ground.

“If I catch you harassing anyone else you’ll get it twice as bad!”

No answer of course.

He was long gone.

Still, it felt good to shout.

You could finally go home.

You turned back to the edge of the alleyway with a sigh of relief.

You took one step forward.

Then, the least expected thing happened.

“OH SHIT!”

Next thing you knew you were on the ground after something very large crashed into you.

“What the hell!” You sat up and rubbed your head. “Who just sits on a roof above an alleyway?!”

You grabbed your purse quickly and stood up, ready for another fight.

It wasn’t another creep.

And from the looks of it... it wasn’t even human.

Well, THEY weren’t even human.

You didn’t know what they were.

Green...

Huge...

And shells...

The finally looked at you.

Why were they wearing masks?

What even were they?

Why were they there!?

The one in orange immediately scurried behind the one in red. “Oh shit oh shit oh shit!”

The one in red looked at you and then looked at the guy behind him. “You dragged me into this! You fix it!”

He pulled him forward.

Honestly you had no idea what to think.

There were two GIANT turtles right in front of you! And they were talking!

You gripped your purse a little tighter, waiting to see what they would do.

The one directly in front of you tried to speak only to look back at the red masked one and then back up at where they had fallen.

You looked from him to where he was looking quickly. “Are there more of you?”

He gulped quickly and attempted to hide behind the bigger turtle. “Uh... yeah?”

You took a small step to the exit. “Are you... are you gonna try to take my purse or something?”

The red one glared at you. “No! We’re just.. just here to protect the city. We ain’t monsters!”

You noticed him getting defensive immediately and nodded. “...okay then. Well, if you’re not going to rob me then I’m going to pretend I saw nothing and go on my way.”

The red one frowned.

You were acting waaaaaaay too casual.

Surely there had to be some other motive.

“Hold on a minute... you ain’t goin’ anywhere yet.”

You glared at him and held out your purse. “Are you gonna stop me?”

Mikey took a step back and Raph rolled his eyes.

“I don’t think a purse is gonna do much against someone like me.” He stated.

“I don’t even know who you are.” You stepped back again and tightened your grip. “I didn’t even know people like you existed until now.”

You looked them up and down, taking them all in.

This couldn’t be real.

It couldn’t be.

“You say anything bout this and you’re dead, got it?” He pointed around you as if aggression could make you quiet.

“Can you at least let me go home and finish my ice cream before you decide to kill me?” You backed up again.

You were so close to running away.

So close to escape.

Before you could back up any further, two more creatures dropped from the sky behind you.

You jumped and scrambled away, nearly running into the red masked turtle.

“Listen, I’m sorry about the way my brother phrased everything.” The new turtle glared at his companion. “What he meant to say is that we protect the city. We were watching that man just in case he tried anything and these two,” he glared at the first two again, “fell off the roof.”

The one next to him pushed up his glasses. “I’m surprised you haven’t passed out from fear yet. The first person we met did just that!”

Your back hit the wall and you had no where else to go. “I’m not too sure if I won’t do that.” You glanced between the four of them. “What even are you guys?”

“Turtles!” The orange one spoke up before the red one could shush him.

“Mutants as well.” The purple one joined.

“And ninjas.”

“And teenagers.”

You couldn’t help but snort. “Mutant turtle teen ninjas? I think you need to rebrand that.”

Maybe you were insane.

Here you were cracking jokes with large turtles at dinner time.

But so far they were harmless, despite their stature. According to the blue one they protect New York.

“Ya got a problem with it?” The red one grew even more tense.

You shook your head quickly. “No. Just... surprised.”

“And scared?” He added. “Scared of monsters like us?”

You narrowed your eyes at him. “I thought you just said you weren’t monsters.”

That seemed to stop him.

So you continued with a deep breath. “You’re all just... really huge. I thought I was tall but standing next to you...” you swallowed and tried not to let your nerves get to you. You turned to the blue one since he seemed to be the leader. “...can I go now? I won’t tell anyone you exist or... whatever it is you want.”

The blue one was skeptical but the purple one butted in.

“Do you have a way home? Like a friend you can call?”

You opened your purse. “Yeah I should be able to call an Uber with my...” you pulled out the broken device. “...my phone.”

Well crap.

You stuffed it back in quickly. “It’s okay I’ll just walk-!”

“I can fix it.” He offered. “Besides it’ll be an extra security measure for us if we have your contact information.” He gestured loosely to the hand you’d punched the creep with. “We could also bandage up those cuts.”

You brought up your hand and inspected the blood with surprise.

Well... when were you gonna get another opportunity like this? It’s not everyday a girl gets invited into the homes of local mutants.

Besides you really didn’t want to walk home with your phone destroyed.

The red one looked at the purple one angrily. “You wanna being ‘er back??”

“Our job is to help people, Raph.” He rolled his eyes.

“I’m with Donnie. It’s only fair since we broke her phone.” The blue one nodded.

“Well if it’s not too much trouble...”

—————

Next thing you know you were whisked away to none other than the sewers.

Well that kind of made sense.

No one would ever really want to go down there anyway.

The purple one, whose name you learned was Donnie, had your phone in his three fingers the moment you stepped foot in their home.

“I’ll do a little fixing up, maybe an upgrade, and Raph can take a look at your hands.” He muttered as he started to disappear into a lab like room.

Raph...

He was the red angry one wasn’t he.

The tallest and biggest out of them all.

He didn’t seem too happy about it either.

“Why me?” He protested. “What ‘bout Leo? Or-or Master Splinter? Heck, even Mikey!” He gestured to his orange masked brother as if to showcase how he’d be better at it.

You couldn’t help but silently agree with him.

Mikey seemed the most open on the way here. He’d talked your ear off the whole trip, asking questions about what it was like to be a human and bragging about all the people he’d saved. He’d even wanted you to play a video game with you when you got to their home. He’d been a bit overbearing but that was better than Mr. miffed muscle mountain.

“Hey you’ve broken the skin on your knuckles before. You’ve got experience in it. Just fix her hand and be done.” With that, Donnie was gone.

You shared an awkward moment of eye contact with Raph before he sighed.

“Well, I’m gonna go play my game.” Mikey dashed over to the tv. “Let me know when you two are done and we can play!” He grabbed Leo by the back of his shell and pulled him along.

You bit the inside of your cheek nervously.

It was just you two.

You and the giant turtle boy beside you.

“Aight well...” he cleared his throat. “I guess I’ll take you up to the work out room then?”

He stopped and you realized he was waiting for you to say something. You quickly tried to scrounge up a comprehensible sentence.

“Y-yeah, sounds good with me.” You followed after him quietly, holding your hand so the blood wouldn’t drip everywhere.

The room was smaller than you imagined but still... it was huge to you.

He began rummaging through a box on the table, fumbling with objects. “You can uh... you can sit down while I grab the-the stuff.” He told you quickly.

You didn’t know where to sit so you interpreted his words to mean that you should sit on the work out bench.

You watched patiently as he found the roll of gauze.

Clearly he was just as nervous as you.

You didn’t know why HE was nervous though. He was a giant turtle for goodness sake. He could snap you in half easily.

“Here lemme see that hand.” He shuffled over and reached out.

You gave your right one to him, trying to hold in your nervous shaking.

“Ain’t gonna bite ya.” He rolled his eyes.

“I know.” You commented, watching him start applying disinfectant. “Just never been in a situation like this before.”

He snorted and continued his work.

You couldn’t help but notice how small your hand looked compared to his. Ha. That was new. Usually it was you watching little pick me girls compare their hand size to their crushes. How strange it was for it to be you.

“And I thought I had big hands.” You couldn’t help but blurt out.

He kept his eyes on your hand, examining it a little more. “Ya call this big?”

“Yep.” You glanced around the room, taking in the ‘scenery’.

He snorted. “Damn tiny to me.” He pulled out the gauze and began wrapping your knuckles. “Look, I’m uh... I’m sorry ‘bout the way I handled earlier. My dumbnut brother got us exposed when ya clearly had the situation handled.”

You cringed, remembering that they’d seen you beating the creep. “Yeah I could have handled that better as well.”

He paused for a half second, as if considering his next words, and then continued. “Heard ya say you were havin’ a shit day as well.”

You weren’t exactly sure if you wanted this brought up in the middle of the weirdest experience ever but you were desperate for a smooth conversation. “Yeah, some jackass stood me up.”

He frowned and momentarily made confused eye contact with you. “Stood ya up?”

“You know, as in he said he was gonna go on a date with me and just didn’t show up.” You forced out a laugh. “But it’s fine I got ice cream at home.”

“Mmm.” He muttered. “Sounds like a douche bag.”

Well outta room! Part two will be up I had too much fun :)

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bakuhoes-dumbass · 4 years ago

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Love at first Lyric

Kuroo x F!Reader

Words: 1.7k

Slight Angst/Fluff

A/N: Currently obsessed with Haikyuu so I needed to write something. This isn’t really my best work so bare with me. ;^;

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A recently depressed Kuroo comes to see you perform with your cover band for the first time.

~~~

Kuroo sighs, his head in his hands as he sits on the sidelines of the volleyball court. Kenma and Yaku glance at each other in worry before looking back at the team captain. Yaku sits down next to him and pats Kuroo on the shoulder.

"You doin alright there, big guy?"

Kuroo shakes his head, removing his hands from his face and side-eyes the libero. "I mean, the person I've been pining for the last few months of my life led me on, found themselves a partner and doesn't talk to me anymore." Kuroo sighs and buries his face in his hands once again. "So no, not doin alright right now, thanks for asking."

Kenma lightly slaps the back of the short boy's head, earning him a slight glare. He sits down on the other side of Kuroo, opening his phone to play his game. "You know, Shoyo said Tsuki's cousin is in this cover band and they're playing tonight in Tokyo. We should go, take your mind off of everything."

Kuroo looks at his best friend. "I dunno…"

"Dude, a concert?! I'm totally down!" Lev pops up out of nowhere with a goofy grin on his face.

"Of course you are." Kenma mumbles with an eye roll. He speaks directly to Kuroo once again. "Come on, you need it."

Kuroo raises a brow at the pudding headed boy, who hasn't looked up from his game. "You, Mr. Anti-social, want to go out to a venue that holds multiple people in one teeny tiny space?"

Kenma sighs. "Can you please just come?"

Kuroo chuckles lightly. "Fine. Only because you asked."

Kenma gives Kuroo a light smile before tuning back to his game. The rest of the team chats excitedly about tonight's concert, not noticing Kuroo's smile fading, once again, into a look of heartbreak.

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"Yay! You guys made it!"

The Nekoma team smiles at the excited ginger, who was bouncing around. Kageyama grabbed Hinata by the collar and dragged him away to calm him down. Tsukishima scoffs and rolls his eyes. "Did you have to invite everyone to this?"

Hinata pouts and struggles against Kageyama's hold. "Calm down, it was just Kenma and the rest of the Nekoma team. Not a big deal."

Daichi and Sugawara sweatdrop at the interactions before turning to Nekoma and greeting everyone. Kuroo keeps quietly behind everyone, making Daichi tilt his head in concern. Usually he'd be the first one to greet everyone with a large smile. But before he could say anything, the lights in the venue dimmed, causing the crowd's talks to turn into a quiet murmur. Suddenly a spotlight appears on stage, revealing you and your band. The crowd cheers, a smile sliding across your lips.

"Hey guys! My name is Y/N and we are Cats Cradle!" The crowd goes wild, making you laugh. "Tonight we will be covering some of your favorites! Up first is 'Remember We Die' by Gemini Syndrome!" The crowd goes wild as the music starts and you bring the mic closer to your body, opening your mouth to sing.

Can you lend me a hand? Can you help me to see? Can you reconcile this war inside of me?

As soon as the lyrics leave your mouth, Kuroo's jaw drops. His eyes fixate on you, the angelic vocals that hit his ears causing the room around him to fade. With wide eyes, he focuses on nothing but you.

Remember we die But you're still alive So don't let go Cause it's the only thing you know There's plenty of time To see the other side

You get to the chorus, belting out the words with full emotion. Kuroo's heart beats faster, completely mesmerized by your voice and visuals, watching only you the entire time.

The crowd roars as you finish the set. A wide smile drifts over your features.

"Thank you everyone! Next song is going to change the pace a bit." You wave to the band, who exits off-stage. "You're all stuck with just little-ole-me! Next up, 'My Strange Addiction' by Billie Eilish!"

Kuroo's hands clench at the mention of the song title. It's one of his favorites and he gets to see this beautiful person in front of him sing. The music starts up over the speaks, as the lights dim once more and the spotlight is on you.

Don't ask questions you don't wanna know Learned my lesson way too long ago To be talkin’ to you, belladonna Shoulda taken a break, not an Oxford comma Take what I want when I wanna And I want ya

Kuroo watches you in awe, your eyes closed while singing passionately. He focuses on how your body sways back and forth to the beat, making his tongue dart out to moisten his drying lips.

Bad, bad news One of us is gonna lose I'm the powder, you're the fuse Just add some friction

Your eyes snap open suddenly and gaze over the crowd. Your eyes lock on Kuroo's, making his breath hitch. The world dissolves around you while gazing into those bronze-like eyes and your heart skips a beat. The two of you stare at one another while you sing the chorus.

You are my strange addiction You are my strange addiction My doctors can't explain My symptoms or my pain But you are my strange addiction

You tried to share your gaze to the rest of the crowd, however you couldn't help but snap your eyes back to the mysterious black-haired beauty in the crowd. You gave up the fight and continued your performance while melting at the man in the crowd. As the performance finished, you sent the man a wink and walked off the stage.

Kuroo's heart beats fast and his breath is quick. 'What the hell was that?' He holds his hand to his heart, willing it to stop beating so fast. 'That girl…wow.'

"Uh, Kuroo?" Kenma looks at his best friend with furrowed brows, noticing he's in a dazed state, his hand on his chest. "Uh, are you okay?"

"Kenma…" Kuroo breathes out. His eyes are still on the spot on stage where you just left. "Do you believe in love at first sight?"

Kenna's eyes widen at the question but let's out a small laugh. "You know, I brought you here to keep your mind off of 'you-know-what', not to fall in love with Tsuki's cousin." Kuroo is still dazed, not replying. Kenma sighs and shakes his head, a small smile on his face.

Suddenly there are small cheers in the crowd near their group. You emerged from the crowd, bowing as you passed by. "Ah, thank you for coming, everyone. Thank you- TSUKI!"

You smile at the tall salty man who just looks at you with a look of disdain. Hinata jumps on your back laughing. "Y/N, you did amazing!!"

You laugh and pat the boy on the head. "Thanks, Hinata! I really appreciate you all coming!"

"Oh, Y/N!" Hinata jumps off your back and stands next to a group of boys you've never seen before. You notice one of the guys was the mysterious one you made eye contact with, making your face heat up. "We brought a few friends, they're from Nekoma!" Hinata proceeds to introduce every boy and you give them each a smile and small greeting. He then lands on the one you were most curious about. "And last but not least, this is Kuroo. He's the their team's captain!"

You and Kuroo stare into eachothers eyes for a moment in silence, making everyone shift uncomfortable. You give him a small smile. "Um, hi Kuroo. I'm Y/N."

Kuroo swallows the lump in his throat and gives you a shaky smirk. "H-hey. Nice to meet you."

The awkwardness of the situation makes Kenma grimace. He turns to the rest of the group and gestures to give you and Kuroo some space. Everyone understands and backs off, turning to find their own conversations with each other. Tsukishima glares at the exchange Kuroo has with you but listens anyway, knowing Kuroo is a decent guy.

Kuroo breathes a sigh of relief and silently thanks Kenma. "Your set was amazing. You can really sing."

You fiddle with your fingers and let out a light laugh. "Oh, thank you. I have a lot of fun while doing it."

The two of you make light conversation [and small flirts] up until the lights start to dim on and off. You look up at the sound booth before turning back to Kuroo. "Ah, that's my cue. I gotta go back up and finish my set."

You go to turn around before feeling a hand grip your wrist lightly. You turn your head to see a red-faced Kuroo. He quickly released you, rubbing the nape of his neck. "U-Um, sorry. I-I didn't mean to grab you. I just wanted to know i-if you would want to...you know… go out some time? W-with me?"

Your eyes widen and your face heats up once again, but you nod quickly and smile. "I would love that, Kuroo." You take a marker from your back pocket and grab his hand, writing your phone number on the back. "Shoot me a text and we'll make a date." Winking at him, you wave to the rest of the boys before heading back on stage.

"ALRIGHT, EVERYONE! GET READY FOR THIS!" You yell into the mic and hold your hand up for the band to start playing.

OOOOH, I MISS THE MISERY!

I've been a mess since you stayed I've been a wreck since you changed Don't let me get in your way I miss the lies and the pain The fights that keep us awake I'm telling you

Kuroo stands there in shock, still staring at your number on the back of his hand. His face is beat red and his smile grows into a large grin. His eyes snap up to you on stage, his grin wide.

I miss the bad things The way you hate me I miss the screaming The way that you blame me Miss the phone calls When it's your fault I miss the late nights Don't miss you at all

Kenma glances to the side, noticing a head-bobbing Kuroo with a smile on his face and the sparkle returns to his eyes. He's glad to see his friend's spark back. He knew you'd be good for him.

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A/N: Last song is ‘I miss the Misery’ by Halestorm. Sorry this was kinda shit LOL.

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avengerscompound · 4 years ago

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It’s You and Me - Chapter 4

It’s You and Me: A Hawkeye Fanfic

Series Masterlist PREVIOUS //

Buy me a ☕ Character Pairing: Clint Barton x F!Reader

Word Count: 1735

Rating: E

Warnings: Mentions of underage sex, and mentions of past child abuse, child sexual abuse and pornography

Synopsis: You and Clint Barton go way back. Since you joined the circus as a child, he took it upon himself to keep you away from the people who really wanted to hurt you. For years the two of you danced a line between dark and light.

When he chooses light the two of you go your separate ways.

Fifteen years later he tracks you down. Those feelings the two of you shared never went away, but now he is not only an Avengers but a single father. Can the two of you make it work after all this time when your lives have gone in such different directions?

A series told in flashbacks and current day.

Chapter 4: Then

Life in the circus could move on quickly. When Clint stopped seeing you around Jacques Duquesne, he stopped worrying about you and while he did still see you around from time-to-time, the two of you didn’t have a lot to do with each other. Unless you were in his field of vision, he didn’t spare you much of a thought. He had other things that occupied him anyway.

For starters, he had this general need to be the best at what he did. He practiced archery and swordsmanship so that people would be excited to see him. Crowds would pay money and he’d earn his place legitimately and wouldn’t be made to pickpockets or run any of the scams they had going at any one time.

There was also Eden. He’d been dating her since you showed up and it was getting hot and heavy pretty fast. He didn’t feel the need to be glued to her constantly but he definitely liked being with her more than not. Though it was hard to pick out exactly what it was that drew him to her. She knew more about him than he knew about her. She seemed to like listening to him prattle on about any old thing that popped into his head. She never really gave him anything back though and sometimes he did wonder if he just liked the way she made him feel. That thought never lasted long though. She was a hot, a good listener, and even better lay, and at seventeen there wasn’t much else he was looking for.

You showed up a few months after you arrived at the circus while Clint and Eden were making out behind the trailer he shared with his brother and a couple of the other younger guys in the troop. You stood awkwardly looking off to the side and Eden pulled back and looked at you.

“Can we help you?” She asked.

“I just wanted to talk to Clint,” you said, shifting awkwardly. “Sorry.”

Eden shrugged and got up. “I said I’d go rehearse a new routine with Ringmaster,” she said. “He’s all yours.”

Clint watched her leave, his eyes almost transfixed by the way her tattoos moved as she swayed her hips, and as she disappeared around the side of the big top, he turned his attention to you. “What’s up, kid?”

“You said you could teach me some things…” you said. “Does that offer still stand?”

Clint stood and looked around. “Jacques said something to you? I thought you were looking after some of the animals.”

You shrugged. “He said that the animals were all being looked after fine before I got here, and I needed to start earning my way.”

“Right,” Clint said with a nod. “Come on.”

You hurried after him, your legs moving twice as fast to keep up with the strides he was taking. “I’ll have to start with the basics, so you might need to find something in the meantime. When I was your age they made me pickpocket to pay my way and I’d already had about eight years of training,” Clint said. “But you don’t gotta pose for any photos. We can work out some other way you can make the money.”

“Oh yeah?” You snarked. “How exactly? I don’t know how to do shit.”

“Hey, I’m trying to help you here,” Clint said. “You want it or not?”

You looked at him like you were considering changing your mind before folding your hands over your chest and nodding.

“Maybe you can be my assistant until you get better,” Clint suggested, grabbing a couple of wooden swords from the weapons case. “I can shoot apples off your head or Twizzlers out of your mouth or something. Maybe we can play up the fact you’re a kid. Have you come out in a cutesy dress with a balloon and I’ll pop it. I dunno. I’ll think of something.”

You looked down at your feet and nodded. “Why are you willing to help me?”

Clint tapped the end of the sword on the dirt in front of him. “What he’s doin’ isn’t right. You’re a kid. You shouldn’t have to go through shit like that. And it’s not right a bunch of pedos have your pics now to get their rocks off too,” he said. “We’re supposed to be a family here, and I know their moral compass is really fucked, but you don’t do that to family.”

You nodded and neither of you said anything for a moment. Clint tossed you one of the swords and you caught it easily. Clint was thankful for that at least. Being naturally coordinated would take you further with this than his training would on its own. You looked up at him and offered him a small smile. “Thanks, Clint.”

“Yeah, don’t mention it,” he said. “Gotta get good first.”

He took a stance with the sword in front of him. “I’ll show you a routine and then I’ll go through it slowly with you. Then you can try it alone and I’ll correct what you’re doing wrong.”

You nodded and Clint started.

He stayed training with you until the bell for dinner was rung. There would be a show in an hour after that so he’d have to quickly change because he was usually the opening act these days. You had been focused hard during the training and Clint was surprised how quickly you were picking things up. You didn’t have the routine down perfectly, but if he went through the moves slowly you could follow along with him just fine. If you continued to improve like this, you’d be sparring within a couple of weeks.

Clint just had to figure out how to train you, think of a way to keep training you, keep his own routine fresh, work you into that routine, and have time for a personal life. He sat down at the bench next to Barney while you went and sat with Zelda and the other animal acts. Zelda immediately started talking to you. The two of you began talking animatedly as one of Zelda’s python’s circled its way down the snake charmer’s arm and onto the table.

Eden came out of a tent with Tiboldt, the circus’ ringmaster and leader. After scanning the table came she came to sit with Clint.

“What were you doing with the Ringmaster?” Clint asked, accusatory.

He had trust issues. He knew it but found them a little hard to keep under wraps. Jealousy was big for him - maybe a psychologist would say it had to do with his father’s abuse and the fact he bounced around foster care, making him think himself unworthy of love - but Clint had never been to see one, so all he knew for sure was he didn’t trust Eden not to run around on him.

“Working,” Eden said simply and ran her hand down Clint’s spine. “You jealous, baby?”

“No,” Clint huffed, and Barney began laughing.

“Sure you aren’t,” his brother taunted.

“You don’t have anything to worry about, Clint,” Eden assured him. “I only have eyes for you, and no one is allowed to touch me except you.”

Clint looked at her, his eyes traveling up the tattoos on her neck to her perfect face, framed by her long dark curls. She leaned in and teased her lips over his and he pushed forward, capturing them and kissing her passionately. Barney made a gagging sound beside him.

“Get a room would you?” He teased.

Clint pulled back and pulled a face at his brother. “Would if I could.”

Eden laughed softly and turned Clint’s face to hers again. “Don’t be jealous.”

“I wasn’t,” Clint lied.

“What did the kid want?” She said.

Clint looked over to you. You were laughing but there was something about the way you held yourself that told him you were still on edge and ready to fight if you needed to. He didn’t trust Jacques, and he didn’t trust Eden to keep the secret well enough to stop it from getting back to Jacques. If Jacques found out that Clint was training you, not only would you end up having to pose for photos to keep your spot in the circus, but Clint would be in a world of trouble too. Jacques had once promised Clint he’d never beat him, and while it had never happened, there were times where Clint was sure it was a close call. “Just had an idea about doing a routine with me,” Clint said. “I think she wants to get out from behind the scenes?”

“Her?” Eden asked, looking over at you. “What talents does that little shit shoveler have that she can possibly make your act any better?”

“Just being my target,” Clint said. “You know, the girl on the board. She’s small enough, it’d work.”

“I could do that for you,” Eden said, running a long nail along his jawline. “Imagine that? The two of us sharing an act?”

“If you were part of my act no one would be looking at me,” Clint said. “Besides, you know Tiboldt wouldn’t agree to that.”

She wrinkled her nose. “I suppose you’re right. And I suppose it’s good the little brat should start earning her keep.”

“Yeah,” Clint said with a frown. “It’ll be fine. All she has to do is not be shot by me and that’s mostly on me.”

“And you and I both know how good you are at hitting the right spot,” Eden teased.

“Seriously, you two,” Barney said, grimacing. “I’m trying to eat.”

Clint smiled but it was a distracted smile. One he wore to cover up the turmoil of his thoughts. He’d learned a lot of things while at the circus, and among them was if he played friendly and dumb - people underestimated him. He got up and wiped his hands. “Better go get ready for the curtain call. See you in a bit.”

Eden looked up at him startled. “Okay, baby. See you then.”

Clint scowled as he wandered off. Most of the time he was just used to how fucked up everything was here because it was his normal, and much less fucked up than what he came from. Then there were times like this where it hit him like a truck and he wondered if he’d ever really get free of it.

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fightevilandthengetblownup · 3 years ago

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FIC: Time Comes Around

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The idea had come to her finally on one long stakeout, scrunched up in the front seat of the Impala as she and Sam played 20 Questions quietly to the sound of Dean’s gentle snores from the backseat. She’d turned her hand to check the time for the nteenth time when the idea had struck her. Jo had completely bombed the rest of her round with Sam and left him to do the watching out for the “whatever a coven is when it ain’t witches” as Bobby put it of sirens - eyes glued instead to her phone as she’d started researching just how possible or not it was.

That there were full-on do-it-yourself kits and places to buy all the mechanism pieces was an amazing find. Likewise was finding out she could send in her own designs for the outer visible parts to be manufactured and sent to her. That she could specifically work one of the tiny sunflower designs etched into her own skin into the outer framework was enough to make it feel personal even if she didn’t have the technology available to laser print it herself. That everything else would be put together by her own hands worked just fine when those extra details could be personalized as much as possible.

There was also the fact she could work at home in her study quietly - the door open and listening out to the sounds of her lover’s movements and activities without having to hide away what she was doing. She didn’t have to cover anything up or pretend she was working on some big case. He could look right in and see her tinkering, even come in to press a kiss to her forehead or bring her a cup of coffee and a cookie as she spent time practicing and learning the craft. All without any separation but still nothing secretive between them, but a gift he wouldn’t have seen coming anyways she was sure. Jo knew he’d look at her work as he pressed his lips to her crown or his nose to her hair, and she knew he probably thought she was tinkering with some kind of tracker or EMF reader or some other tech for her work that wasn’t worth his worrying or questioning. It felt all the more special to know he would be surprised despite her being open with it this year.

The rest of her plans though were hashed out easily enough after inquiring what the other wanted that year - a brief discussion of “Whatcha want ta do this year, hunny?” “Oh, nothing big. You don’t have to do anything-” “We’re doin’ something!” “Hmm… If you’re sure. I just want to spend time with friends and family.” was all that was needed to start the ball rolling. Organizing the various friends and family members to all come on the day was easy enough, the perks of nobody having a traditional job and all of them willing to take advantage of a chance to catch up when they can. Well, mostly easy enough, but Jo didn’t mind doing some cajoling and eye-lash batting followed by a simply stated “Grey would like it” or “You owe me” to get her way. That she wasn’t entirely sure how and what they’d end up with was a little disconcerting, but the main part was planned and Jo trusted she’d be able to make do that there’d be no issues.

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The snow the week before had long melted away and the ground moved from muddy back to firm underfoot by the time the day rolled around, perfect fall picnic weather even if the skies were promising something cold and wet later that night from the way the clouds were a rolling grey mass on the edge of the horizon. Grey’d checked the forecast religiously all night as Jo’d gone to sleep, mumbling a concern about unexpected weather or having to change their plans if it got too cold or got wet as she fell asleep beside him. One worry she didn’t need to have if he could watch it for her instead, checking the weather app almost as much as he played his games as the other slept. Thankfully it had held off, and Grey’d been able to gently inform his love of that after he’d woken her just after dawn.

Jo’d insisted he gets some sleep in, but it wasn’t easy for him to listen to her request when he could be spending the few hours before catching up with their friends in bed cuddling with her. It was a lot harder to rest and let her pack their picnic basket and take their girl out for her morning business, but he knew there wasn’t a chance otherwise of Jo letting him try to help just yet in the day. She seemed less tense than last year at least, and that settled a lot of his fears and concerns that his love had stretched herself too far like he always felt he had to do. That had been comforting enough to soften the blow of being asked to waste some hours asleep rather than with her even if he knew they’d likely have a long, busy day ahead of them.

As the morning passed in a blur of kisses and soft words, warm arms wrapped about each other and some videos played on one another's phones heads tilted in together to watch cheek to cheek, Grey smiled to himself when they finally set out and Jo’s gloved hand was threaded through his - her cold fingers poking out of the fingerless ends wrapped around his warmer hand, and her cheeks that cool-kissed pink blush he loved so much. Swinging their joined hands between them gently, Grey was blessed with one of those curious little smiles as the other looked over at him.

“Hmm?” Jo hummed out questioningly, blinking at him a few times before she adjusted the basket slung over her other shoulder carefully. “What’cha lookin’ at Hunny?”

“Just the prettiest sight in all the world.” “Hmm, no, you’re not looking forward.”

Grey let out a warm laugh at that, dropping her hand to instead wrap around her waist with a smile. “No, silly. I meant you, pretty one, though you’re right our girl is the prettiest pup there is.” He grinned down at Jo for a second before jerking his head to point towards their dog who was happily wandering in front of them on her leash - tail a floating mast of silky fur as she zigzagged across the path before them between sniffing at flowers, lamp posts and parked cars all alike. “Did I mention how thoughtful it was to do this nearby and somewhere suitable so we can give her an outing, though?”

“I think only once or twice.” The dazzling smile he got in response filled him with warmth as he tugged Jo in closer with the hand on her waist, somehow making that smile even brighter as Jo let out a soft giggle. “It just made sense, and if it does end up raining-”

“It won’t. I checked the forecast.” “But if it does.” “But you see it won’t.”

“You stubborn man!” Jo giggled all over again, batting his chest with the hand that held his before, before stabilising her grip on the picnic basket instead. “Anyways - if it does, then we’re also close to the bar and Sophie’ll just not open until later. I told her to take the afternoon off as it is. Think Harry’s takin’ her to some movie.”

“Oh, so he’ll be a mess worrying at lunch, huh?” “Totally. But thankfully no dreadful advice to come from Ed this time around.”

They shared a laugh then, almost tripping over Nana’s extended leash as their girl sat down waiting on them in their slow dawdling towards the local park along the lakeshore. Jo had suggested it because of the old wooden rotunda that would give them a break from any bad or overly good weather, and a spot for everyone invited to make their way to. They were well on their way to be twenty minutes early, but Jo had supposedly packed a few bags she needed him to summon up when they got there and had talked about some setup needing to be done that Grey had chuckled overhearing such a thing for a casual picnic get together - but as they reached the park gates and he paused to shorten Nana’s leash before opening the gate and waving a hand to guide both his girls through, he was surprised to see his sisters standing near the rotunda already with arms waving and muffled calls of greeting from over the distance.

“Oh thank goodness they’re here already!” Jo’s pleasure was obvious as she too waved broadly towards the other two women before glancing towards him. “I figured Ombre’d love a chance to play some fetch with Nana, and Shada does like to make everythin’ so pretty?”

“You sure know how to delegate, so clever.” Grey chuckled as he wrapped his arm around her shoulders instead as they moved to join his sisters before pulling away to accept hugs and cheek kisses in greeting from the both of them. “Hi, you two!”

“Big brother!” Ombre’s cry was definitely louder than necessary but brought a smile to his face at how excited and happy his sister was smiling at him as she flung herself into a hug against him. “Bonjour! You are older and happier, bon!” The blonde bounced back in a flounce of a pink floof and fluffy white faux fur trim as she turned her attention onto the equally joyful dog wrapping around her stockinged feet. “And you are happier too, petit chiot.”

Grey smiled letting the blonde shadow go just to wrap the dark-haired one into a tight hug instead as Shada grinned up at him and came forward towards him. That hug held for a moment longer than the previous before the brunette shadow stepped back with her own smile. “Hi Grey, how’s your morning been?” Shada asked gently as she tilted her head. “Do you have many other plans for the day?”

“Not really so far as I know,” he replied quietly, shrugging a shoulder and turning to wave a hand towards Jo before blinking in surprise at the space he’d last known her to be in empty and then looking around for a moment before spotting her working to set down their picnic basket in the rotunda. Waving a hand towards her, Grey shrugged again. “Depends what Jo’s got planned really, I just asked to see you all.”

“Oh? Is everyone coming?” “Do you mean is Dean going to be here?” “Well, dah.”

“He and Sam are supposed to be, yeah,” Jo called over from the rotunda, her back towards them as she moved to unpack whatever she had squirreled away that morning. “Or at least they said they were comin’ last weekend.”

“Oh goody,” his sister basically purred the word out with a wicked smirk before she bounced over to help Jo with the baskets. “Did you need a hand?”

“Hun, can you summon those bags so we can get set up and..” The blonde hunter shrugged off her leather jacket and threw it over the railing as Shada came to stand beside her and shrugged off her own black coat. Grey nodded and after a moment had the array of bags Jo’d packed earlier assembled in the rotunda itself as he looked about curiously. Jo smiled, leaning up to press a kiss to his cheek before grinning wider. “And how ‘bout while Shada and I do this, you go play with Ombre and Nana? Keep those two from runnin’ off missing somewhere.”

Grey grinned, a hand pressing his fingertips against his cheek for a second before nodding and heading back to the grass to help unclip Nana’s leash from where Ombre had been holding onto it despite being tangled in the cord. Holding his hand out, he quickly summoned one of the dog’s favorite toss toys and held it to his sister. “Want to play?”

Laughing together, Grey barely noticed the time passing as he and Ombre took turns tossing the stuffed teddy bear toy that was the dog’s favorite soft toy. Nana ran back and forth, fetching happily each time that it was thrown and getting more than enough head pets and back scratches each time she returned all lopping tongue and wagging tail. They didn’t even notice the final touches being added to the space they’d be picnicking in until Jo’s voice called out loudly to them to ‘get their butts over here’ as the rest of their group started to arrive.

Somehow both surprisingly and unsurprisingly to Grey as he moved over to greet the first next arrival was Amon’s appearance beside the rotunda steps - unsurprising for him to simply appear the way his sisters’ did and that the demon was well able to do; but surprising that he’d donned the same human face as the last time.

“No no, you stay down there-” “You being rude right now, Jo?” “Nah, it just means I don’t have to crack my neck ta talk to you.”

Grey let out a laugh as he reached the other man’s side to see the demon giving his blonde a bemused look - Jo’s height only just shorter than Amon’s from her spot at the top of the trio of steps up to the gazebo floor compared to the ground that the other was standing at. That she was still shorter than the smirking demon brought another laugh out of Grey’s mouth as he found the pair of them turning to look at him. “You might just have to still, Jo.”

“Meanie!” Jo chirped back at him with a playful pout and a stamp of her foot, before turning on her heel in a whip of blonde hair to head back to unpacking their basket full of food to be sat out with Shada and Ombre’s help.

There was a second before Grey managed to shake his head from staring happily after Jo’s departure to turn back to greet his friend, smile wide and blushing slightly at the look he was getting from the older man. “Hey, thanks for coming.”

“I believe it’s becoming a bit of a tradition at this point,” Amon replied gruffly for a moment before his face shifted from the firm look into a returning smile. There was even no awkwardness this time as Grey moved forward into a quick but tight hug with the same pat on the back of his shoulder that fell just the right side of fatherly before they parted in sync and headed up the few steps to join Jo and his sisters’. “I much prefer the setting this year, though.”

“That’s unsurprising,” Grey smiled back ruefully, shrugging a shoulder as he moved to sit down on one of the spread-out blankets despite the fact they weren’t on the ground. “Besides, no need to worry about salt lines or moving the trap rugs here too, right?”

“I would say that is an advantage for yourself and your hunter.” “It didn’t take anything much to fix last time, but I’m sure it’s more comfortable here for you than there, right?” “You would be right, Grey.” “Well, that’s the most important thing! That everyone is comfortable.”

“I said we should get some cushions, Jo.” Shada’s remark cut over the small group, flinging a hand down in exasperation, only to get an equally exasperatedly flung hand to the sky in response from the other. “I know you wouldn’t at a picnic-picnic, but the weather’s too wet to be on the ground so why don’t we just-”

“That wasn’t a complaint, Shada, I promise.” Grey quickly jumped in as he noticed Jo’s flailing getting smaller and her shoulders slumping in defeat, making to stand up, hovering between fully up and fully seated awkwardly as he glanced between the two women as they both seemed to tense up and pause. As if trying to determine the truth to his tone and words, both sets of brown eyes on his for a long moment before they both seemed to take his word for it - Shada moving to flip her hair over a shoulder with a nod before she moved to sit down on an open patch of a blanket and start setting out platters decoratively with her little sister, and Jo’s shoulders slumping even a little further before jerking back sharply up again, cautiously moving around to continue her unpacking. Grey let out a quiet sigh as he settled back down, glancing over at the quietly curious look he was getting from both his little sister and friend. “I think Jo might be a bit stressed out.” He murmured the words quietly out the corner of his mouth, a hand moving to rub at the back of his neck uncertain if he should have interrupted earlier or asked for something easier for the day or changed it with the weather recently, worries bubbling under the surface as he watched his blonde sister shuffling and fluffing her skirts from the spot she’d taken beside the older demon. “Hopefully everyone is...gets along today. Maybe we should’ve warned Sam and Dean-”

“Don’t worry, boy,” Amon’s gravelly voice cut over his worrying equally as sharply as his sister’s had Jo, but rather than put him on edge it made the fears swirling around Grey’s mind settle as if rubbed away with sandpaper. “I doubt they’d even recognize anything of worth to not get along.”

“You mean those dumbasses don’t actually remember the things they read?” Jo quipped back as she set out the last of the food containers and held a can of Guinness up at the older man with a questioning smile before it grew wider and more amused as she handed the drink over and fetched out a soda for herself and Grey too. “You wouldn’t be wrong. Those two wouldn’t remember the names of any of you big wigs even if it was right under their noses.”

“A pity, you’d think they’d be better at it by now.” “Ya would, but then they get a bit confused between you guys and the feathered assholes all the same.” “Can’t blame them there, the translations are always so impeccably bad that such lists which were written as concurrent comparisons get turned into a singular one.” “You mean that if someone translated the second list first you could be mistaken for a halo holder?”

“Watch your tongue, lest someone bite it off at such insults.” Amon’s words sounded biting, but Grey found himself laughing along with the blonde at the twitch of a smirk on the other man’s face before Jo moved to explain the joke to the other women as they finished making the platters look as beautiful as he was sure they would taste. Both men fell into an easy conversation - discussing abstractly what each had been up to and what they had planned for the rest of the year casually as they sipped their drinks in unison.

There was a loud bark from where Nana had been tied up on a long leash cord to the bottom of the rotunda steps, catching the group’s attention as the trio of men approached. The three were all talking amiably to one another as they got closer before the tallest, Sam, noticed they’d been spotted and grinned widely at the group before calling out a greeting, “Hey guys! We the late ones?”

“Nope!” Jo popped the ‘p’ in the middle of the word, leaping back up to her feet before rushing over to help Harry with the baskets he was carrying. “Though you seem to be missing one?”

Sam let out a hearty laugh as he and Garth swung the esky they held between themselves up the stairs and set it down to the side. “No sorry about that Jo, and Grey-” The tall hunter sent an apologetic look towards him that had Grey tilting his head in confusion until Sam continued, “Dean got a call right as we were heading out-”

“A call?” “Well, not literally. Cas stopped by asking for help with something or other to do with something of his usual types of issues.” “Oh, not another angelic war happenin’ ‘gain?”

Sam gave a shrug as he moved over to give Jo a quick squeeze of a hug and accepted with that same puppy-dog smile a ruffle of his long hair before moving over to greet Grey properly. “Who fucking knows, really. Whatever it is, it’s a Dean problem, not a Sam problem.” Sam let out another laugh as he held a hand out to Grey. Frowning for a second, Grey found himself smiling as they shook hands and the tall hunter even leaned down to give a typical guy-shoulder-hug before moving around to say hi to the other shadows.

“And given that, I figured I’d share a ride over. Sorry, we were late though,” Garth’s greeting and apologies were somehow even more heartfelt, and the tight hug was as friendly and comforting as always - and something Grey couldn’t help but be amused that he’d gotten used to. The other man gave him a friendly smile and waved his hand towards the sky. “It’s been a few days since the last moon, so I overslept a bit this morning before we headed off so that delay was my fault.”

“No one would ever blame you needing to catch up on sleep,” Grey smiled back, shaking his head at the other thinking in any way that any such excuses needed to be made, before fist-bumping Harry as he made his way past with Jo to start unloading the styrofoam containers he’d brought with him. Looking over Garth’s shoulder, he frowned slightly noticing the confused looks on his sisters’ faces as they greeted the other two before looking curiously at the third Grey was currently accepting a hug from. Tilting his own head for a moment as they separated, Grey felt like a lightbulb went off as he turned back to his friend. “Oh, hey, you haven’t met my sisters yet properly have you?”

“No!” Garth exclaimed with a wide smile and shifted to tug his jacket a bit back down his arms from where it had pulled up, turning with Grey to see the rest of the party. “But I’m going to go ahead and guess these are them.”

“Shada, Ombre, come meet Garth properly - watch out man, Ombre’s as big a hugger as you.” Grey teased slightly as the women got up and moved around to meet the hunter. “I could’ve sworn we’d hung out before-”

Shada shook her head at his mumbling, rolling her eyes in a way that made him feel the love behind her teasing as she came forward to greet the other monster with a dainty handshake and warm smiles. Ombre was equally as eager to meet another of Grey’s friends, all smiles, and Grey let out a laugh at the two very big huggers of the group both diving straight into one before Garth moved past to hand Jo some Tupperware container and give the second blonde an equally big hug. Sam had greeted Shada and was helping Harry with unpacking a few bags of chips and pre-made salad mixes into a few bowls under the pointing finger from the dark-haired shadow. Grey looked about at what to do to make himself helpful and was surprised to see nothing left for him to do.

Settling back down onto one of the blankets, sat between his friends and across from Jo, Grey found himself smiling as they all seemed to settle in passing around drinks and bowls to fill up plates with the ad-hoc mix of home-baked treats like mini-pies and sausage rolls by Jo, the delicate French pastries brought by his sisters, the salads and chips from the hunters, and the surprisingly good cold noodle dish brought by Harry that “Sophie happened to bring in”. It was clearly a mixed bag of things, but everything looked far too interesting and delicious to hold back.

All in all, the lunch went well - Jo, Sam, and Garth bickered about some case they’d all worked on recently that Grey didn’t want to think much about after overhearing Garth complaining that he was not comfortable with Jo “playing bait so much”; Ombre and Harry talked about some book series they’d both been reading, while Shada spent most of the lunch asking him and Amon about their history together. After Jo’d pulled out another container full of brownies and blondies, the dynamics shifted again and Grey was bemused to watch Jo pull Amon into a discussion about something she’d come across and couldn’t translate, while Sam began a game of eye-spy with Ombre and Shada, and Grey found himself talking about just how bad some of the shows he and Harry used to enjoy had gotten. It felt like something magical to him every time that he looked up and could see almost all those he cared about sitting around and breaking bread and enjoying each other’s company just as much as he did theirs. It was something he would never have expected to happen, and the peaceful hour of their lunch passed in a blink of an eye.

“Well, if everyone’s mostly done-” Jo stood up as the last few mouthfuls were eaten and more drinks were passed about from the esky, hands tugging nervously to tug her shirt and jacket back into position as she moved about to where her bag rested. “-I know I didn’t say anythin’ ‘bout presents when invitin’ everyone-”

“Don’t worry Jo, you aren’t the only one who thought about it,” Sam drawled with a smile of his own, rolling his eyes before he dug a small card from his back pocket and reached over the mostly eaten scattering of plates to offer it out towards Grey. “Here, man, Dean and I thought you might like this.”

Grey blinked in surprise and took a moment before he managed to realize it was a gift, reaching forward to take the brown envelope uncertainly. He frowned slightly back at the smiling hunter before looking down and breaking the paper seal open to find a postcard - a brightly colored front stating proudly ‘Greetings from Missouri - Heart Of America’ - looking back up at him before he flipped it over to find a gift card for some hotel chain on the back that seemed a little higher brow than he’d usually have expected the hunting brothers to have frequented. “Uh-”

“We know you and Jo like to spend time at home when you’re both free but…” Sam’s smile got a little wider for a second before his cheeks turned a soft pink and he coughed quietly. “It’s always good to get away for a weekend too sometime. There’s, uh, places all over the country part of that group.”

Sam’s blush got darker still at the giggle that came up from Jo beside him, an elbow finding its way against the taller hunter’s rib cage with a huff of surprise. “I see through this, Sammy, you just want an excuse to be asked to babysit Nana for a weekend.”

“Hey, that’d just be a bonus if asked-” “Besides, they’d ask me given I am closer.” “Shut up Harry, you don’t know that.” “Sure I do!”

The laughter from the group covered over the long pause as Grey turned the gift card and postcard over in his hands for a long moment - not sure how to respond for a moment. It was thoughtful, and it wasn’t like Grey hadn’t thought he should take Jo away sometime again - just for them - and it was very much a thoughtful and simple gift that the Winchester brothers even thought to give was beyond expectation.

“I- thanks Sam.” Grey finally got out, smiling softly down at the brightly colored design of the card before looking up with an even wider smile at the hunter. “This is great, thank you. I… I really appreciate it, it’d be nice to go away for a weekend or something for sure. Thanks.”

That there was then a dark blue wrapped present shoved into his hands from the man to his side was even more astounding as Harry grinned at him in his next round of confusion. Looking up from the researcher’s present to see those sat about all likewise retrieving from some pocket or basket or just from thin air a gift or envelop, Grey felt himself blushing darkly to realise that they had all brought something just for him. Just to share a piece of time and thought they’d put aside over the last year to think about him and get something for him.

Blushing, Grey gently unwrapped the present from Harry, frowning for a second in confusion at the plain black book before noticing the title on the spine. “Oh! This is that new movie-”

“Yeah, man, there’s like… so many books of the series,” Harry smiled brightly as Grey flipped it over to the back to speed read the blurb heralding it as the first in the iconic sci-fi series, letting out a bit of a chuckle. “And since I got you to agree to go see it next weekend, figured you might need a bit of an idea of what we were going to see.”

“That’s very true. I was very, very confused when I tried watching the original movie.” “The bad CGI definitely didn’t help make it any clearer-” “Or the bad acting!”

Both men let out a loud laugh as Grey neatly folded up the wrapping paper before sitting the book and postcard down beside himself gently, grinning at each other.

The next gift was a box containing two thick woolen sweaters in a dark navy and black that felt deliciously soft and warm as he ran his fingers over them from his sister, Shada flipping her hair over a shoulder and delivering the package with a sweetly sassy claim that she hoped he would take the hint. Laughing to himself at it, Grey laughed even lighter and harder upon opening the pastel-pink wrapped gift from his other sister that was a light blue knitted scarf that she claimed would “match anything, right?”. Both of his sisters got tight hugs and effusive thanks about helping him climb out of the fashion-hole he lived in, which both seemed to preen under such thanks and pleasure expressed towards them.

Amon had seemingly been both more and less prepared than the others, producing a small box containing a small pouch intricately decorated with Celtic designs. Grey raised an eyebrow as he looked in the pouch to see a selection of silver and wooden discs, confused as he flicked through them carefully before doing up the pouch straps again, looking confused at the demon.

The other appeared to take pity on him at that point, brow quirked up in response before he gestured between Grey and his blonde hunter. Speaking softly as not to be overheard, the Amon spoke gently. “Not so much a present for you to have, Grey, but a bit of… protective insurance. For someone you care for.” The demon gave a shrug as Grey glanced between the pouch and where Jo was sitting with his sisters talking over the woolen gifts before he turned back to his friend with a look of understanding. “You are hard to give gifts to, boy, but I know you’d rather have something to protect her than something for yourself.”

“You know me so well,” Grey mumbled his reply, eyes a little misty looking as he leaned over to give the other a tight, firm hug for a long moment, before pulling back and setting the box down with his book and card. “Thank you, really.”

“It was nothing,” the gruff reply brought a smile to his face as Grey looked back at his older friend for a long moment until the last of his friends’ gifts were handed over distracting him.

Garth grinned widely as he’d handed over a bright yellow, thick box with Grey’s name written on it. He smiled even wider as Grey’d raised an eyebrow seeing the equally bright-looking card inside on the top - before Grey himself had found it hard to stop a matching smile responding at seeing a sketchpad and watercolor book both with correspondingly bright, yellow sunflowers on the top. “To match the things,” Garth said with a very wicked smile, before sticking his tongue out at Jo when she looked into the box and then poked her fellow hunter in the ribs. “Hey! I’m being encouraging!” The pair’s laughter was joined by the rest of the group as Grey set that box to the side with a smile for his friend before being pulled into one of those massively amazing hugs as he expressed his thanks.

“Mine’s last, I think.” Jo chirped as she moved around from sitting beside Sam and Garth to next to Grey, scooting in between him and Harry rather than try to push the demon over to make room. She handed over a small, delicately wrapped box that felt heavier than most of the rest. “I do hope you like it, hun.”

“Of course I will,” Grey vehemently claimed before he even moved to open it, leaning over despite the crowd to press a quick but gentle kiss against her lips. There was no way he wouldn’t like whatever she’d gotten him, even if it was a box of air he’d enjoy it. “Don’t even think I wouldn’t.”

“Wish we got that kind of certainty.” Harry quipped from Jo’s other side as Grey’d pulled back, getting a round of laughter or smirks from the rest as everyone settled into conversations all over - the same way they’d been quiet between presents being opened but not putting so much pressure on watching Grey as he’d received and thanked each person for each other.

Jo herself blushed slightly, leaning into Grey’s side like a warm sun radiating that strength and warmth out to him as he gently opened the wrapping to find a wooden box inside the wrapping. He could feel her tensing up as he turned the box over in his hand curiously before finding the latch to open the lid - and the quiet suck in of air as if she was waiting with bated breath for his reaction on seeing the gift. On seeing the silver watch with the darkly tanned leather straps facing up towards him - the hands spinning around and the cogs all visible beneath showing the inner workings of the device, the bright golden outlines of half a sunflower against one side of the watch face - as he set the box down gently to lift it free of the plush supportive box innards. Grey blinked in surprise, running his fingers over the protective glass front as he stared cautiously at the design before recognizing the exact petal lines and marks as those he’d once drawn and since had run his fingers over on silky soft skin for ages. Turning over the watch in wonder, he blinked in surprise to see the same design etched into the silver back of the watch with an additional inscription of ‘J+G’ in the heart of the flower. It left him gasping, as he turned the watch over and over in his hands in wonder at such a beautiful and detailed gift.

“D’ya like it?” The question was so soft as Jo leaned into him, chin hooked over his shoulder as her eyes seemed to dart between his face and the watch face. He couldn’t get the words out for a long moment, his thumb simply rubbing over and over across the watch face, before she reached down to flip it over. “I… I also added this-” Grey’s eyes blew wider at the realization that Jo had made the watch itself then blown even further into the realm of surprise at seeing her open the small back section to see the inner working protected behind another thin pane of glass. Protected from catching up one of the tiny golden threads that made up a curled lock of hair, tied together with string, that fit perfectly into the space but also matched perfectly to the hair tickling his chin from Jo’s head as she tilted to look at him. There was a second before she moved to shut the lock back into place, cheeks a bright red. “I… it’s silly, but I wanted you to have a bit’a me with you same as I have you with the..with the sunflowers.”

Grey didn’t think his eyes could get any wider at any more revelations until that moment, staring in shock as he looked back at her carefully, setting the watch gently around his wrists blindly and fumbling to do it back up before catching her lips in another kiss. Trying to pour into it the whole swirl of emotions he was feeling in that moment as he gently brushed her hair back from her cheek, thumb running over her cheekbone as gently as he had the watch face, for a long moment before pulling back.

“That- Jo… Thank you so much, it’s beautiful,” he struggled to get the words out, swallowing thickly around the lump he could feel in his throat, thumbs brushing both her cheeks gently as he had eyes just for her right then. “I can’t believe you made this, that’s-”

“I can’t do a lotta things, hun, but I thought I could-” “You do so many things-” “But I could make that, somethin’ like that. You really like it?”

Grey nodded his head rapidly in the face of Jo’s earnest and uncertain question, pulling her in for another kiss, before shifting back and frowning slightly. “I do. I do like it. I love it, it’s beautiful. It’s just-” He paused for a second looking at the watch carefully before looking back up to her face. “Are you sure you want me to have the, uh, you know that I could, um, use that to find you, right? That having a bit of you means I could...could find you, come to you, track you, right? Are you okay- sure and okay with that?”

The look of confusion that crossed her face unsettled him for a moment, moving his hands to plan to remove it before her own fingers ceased his fumbling with the latch of the watch bands. “I’m okay with that. I’m totally okay with that, hun. I trust you.”

“You-” “Yes, I’m sure, Grey.” “But-” “What’d I just say?”

Grey swallowed down not only the lump but the desire to ask a third time if she was sure and okay with it, blushing brightly in the face of her bemused but loving face, before leaning in to kiss her a third whole time in as many minutes.

He only pulled back upon hearing a cough from over his other shoulder, pulling away and turning to look at the bemused smirking demon as Amon raised a singular brow at him over his drink. Flushing hotly, Grey glanced around to see how everyone else was equally amused but studiously looking away from the couple as Jo leaned into his side and he couldn’t help but let out a laugh at how light he felt right then. At just how right his world felt surrounded by his loved ones and getting to spend time reflecting on that in that moment. He couldn’t hold back the smile as he squeezed his love’s fingers before turning back into the conversations starting back up around him. Everything felt right as he felt his hand squeezed back in return.

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#jopov #greypov #cc #ca

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yeet-me-dad-dy · 5 years ago

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The Drug in Me is You - Pt 2

Warnings: None

Summary: Dark wakes you from a nightmare, and you and he share a quiet moment.

Characters: Darkiplier x Gender Neutral Reader

Words: 2,003

Author’s Note: Thanks to @moriimae for requesting a part 2. I never would have written this otherwise. Hope you like it.

Late nights awake in his room are not a rare occurrence for Dark. He doesn’t sleep much - he doesn’t need to, as he’s technically not alive - so he spends the dark hours either working on various projects or keeping an eye on the house and the others.

The entity wanders down from his tower in the mansion at a leisurely pace. He’s not in any hurry to get down to the kitchen for a glass of water, so he stops by each of the others’ rooms to make sure they’re all sleeping soundly - especially Wilford and Google, who are both known to get into trouble in the wee hours of the morning.

Once sure that he’s the only one awake, he pads on bare feet across the manor’s cool, dark wood, and down multiple flights of stairs, until he reaches the kitchen. He allows his fingertips to ghost across the black stone top of the long counter as he follows it to the sink and the cupboards that hang above it. He pulls open a high cabinet and retrieves a clean glass. Ice cubes click against the bottom as he drops them in, and just as he’s about to pour himself clear water from the pitcher in the fridge, he hears something that gives him pause. There’s a sound from in the living room. A sort of… whimpering.

With a furrowed brow, he leaves the glass and the pitcher on the counter and makes his way cautiously out of the kitchen and toward the living room’s double archways. Thick, black, smoke-like magic swirls around his clenched fists. As he approaches the back of the couch, there is the barest hint of movement from on the cushions. He raises a hand, fingers curled like claws, ready to defend his house and his family from whoever or whatever this intruder may be.

He freezes when he sees you, curled up in layers of blankets, with only the top of your head and your eyes sticking out. Your brow is furrowed, and beads of sweat glisten in the moonlight filtering in through the open window across from you. Dark knew that you had come over to hang out with Mark earlier, but he didn’t realize that you had stayed. He would have to talk to Mark tomorrow about not offering you the guest bedroom. The expensive couch, as comfortable as it is, is no place for a guest to sleep.

A chill breeze sends the curtains fluttering, and you pull the blankets closer around you, as if trying to hide in the cocoon that they make. Dark tilts his head when you whimper and studies you closely. You’re shaking, though not from the cold, and even through the blankets he can tell that your entire body is tense, like a coiled spring. He’s had his fair share of bad dreams, so he’s unsure if he should wake you or not. He doesn’t want to frighten you, in case you should accidentally hurt yourself. Ultimately, when you release a sob and begin to hyperventilate, he decides that it would be best if he step in.

He kneels next to the couch and reaches forward to give you a gentle shake.

“Y/N. Wake up,” he whispers.

You swat at him in your nightmare-addled state, so he pulls his hand away. He’ll have to try and get through to you with his voice alone.

“You’re dreaming, Y/N. You’re okay. You’re safe.”

Another whimper, and you tuck your head into the blankets.

“Shh, it’s okay. Listen to my voice. Follow me out of the nightmare.”

After a few tense minutes of gentle coaxing, your eyes flutter slowly open and you gaze at him through wide, terrified eyes.

“It’s just me, Y/N. You’re safe,” Dark repeats. “You’re at Mark’s house, on his couch. Nothing can hurt you here.”

Your shoulders relax only barely, and you blink a few times squinting to try and see him through the darkness. He reaches over, slowly so as not to startle you, and flicks on the lamp beside the couch.

“Dark?” you ask groggily. “What’re you doin?”

He smiles softly and settles back on his heels.

“Waking you from a nightmare,” he answers quietly. “It sounded like a pretty bad one.”

You cover a yawn with the back of your hand, and then reach up to rub the sleep from your eyes. With a sigh, you push yourself into a sitting position and lean heavily back against the cushions. Dark watches as you scan the room behind him, gaze resting briefly over every shadow and shape that could possibly be a threat.

“You’re safe,” he repeats reassuringly. “This is the safest place you could possibly be. Nothing will hurt you here.”

Your eyes find his, and after a moment of quiet contemplation, you nod. The nod is followed by a shiver, and you pull the blankets up over your shoulders. Dark glances back to the open window. It was a beautiful warm day earlier, but with the setting of the sun came the black of the night and the chill that accompanies it. He uses the edge of the couch to push himself to his feet and then strides over to the open window. In one swift movement, he pulls it closed and latches it, then pulls the curtains together to hide the twisting shadows that move on the front lawn. They’re just shadows, he knows, but you might see the objects of your nightmares, and he doesn’t want that.

Quietly, he wanders over to the fireplace across from the couch and kneels down to poke at the ashes. They’re cold, as they have been for hours now. A new log and a warm breath from the entity later, and there’s a new fire, crackling peacefully and radiating warmth.

He turns subconsciously when his ears pick up the quiet hum of contentment from your direction, and he rises to his feet once more to make his way across the large room and back to your side.

“May I sit with you?” he asks, gesturing to the unoccupied cushions to your left.

You open your eyes and look up at him. “Oh. Yeah, sure. Sorry, think I dozed off there for a second...

He chuckles, and you bundle the blankets up on your lap so that they’re not in his way, then he sits gently next to you. You gaze momentarily at his bare chest and then turn your attention to the fire in the hearth.

“Y’know, I don’t think I ever considered that you wear anything other than your suit,” you smile. “Definitely didn’t expect to ever see you in flannel pajamas.”

He laughs quietly, and it’s then, when he sees jeans peeking out from beneath the blankets, that he realizes you’re still fully dressed.

“Didn’t change into pajamas before you passed out?” he asks amicably, with equal measures of curiosity and concern in the back of his mind.

“Mmm, didn’t bring any. Didn’t expect to be staying over here tonight.”

He raises an eyebrow.

“No?”

“Nah. I got in a fight with my partner just as I was about to leave. I didn’t wanna go home, so Mark said I could crash here. He did offer me the bedroom, but I’ve always been more comfortable on couches.”

Dark hums thoughtfully. He didn’t expect to be learning so much about you in the middle of the night after having woken you from a nightmare. To anyone else this would seem like simple conversation, but to him... To him there is a lifetime worth of stories in those few simple words.

“I’m sorry to hear about your relationship troubles. Your nightmares, as well. I know how much of a pain both of those things are. Would you like to talk about any of it?”

You’re silent for a moment, and then a sigh escapes your lips and your shoulders relax.

“There’s not a whole lot to say. The nightmares are just PTSD and my partner is sometimes an asshole. That’s it.”

“That is a whole lot, Y/N. I know you don’t know me all that well, so I won’t push you to talk if you don’t want to, but I do want you to know that you can talk to me. You can talk to any one of us here. We’re all happy to listen, and I’m sure some of us even have advice that you might find useful.

You nod and offer him a small smile.

“Thank you. I do appreciate that. One day, maybe, I’ll feel comfortable enough to talk to someone about what’s going on with me, but for now... ”

He nods. “I understand.”

A comfortable moment of silence passes.

“You should try and get back to sleep,” Dark suggests.

You let out a dry chuckle.

“I don’t think I want to go back to sleep. I’ve had enough nightmares for one night.”

“Yes, I’m sure... When was the last time you slept for more than four hours, Y/N?” he asks plainly.

Your lips twist up into a sheepish grin as you suddenly find the blankets in your lap very interesting.

“Uh… couple days? Couple weeks? I can’t really remember.”

He nods.

“That’s what I thought. You need to rest. What would make you comfortable enough to go back to sleep? I can leave the light on for you if you like, or I can turn on the television.”

“Just the light and the fire are fine. And maybe...”

“Yes?”

“No, I dunno. I was just thinking.”

He tilts his head and regards you knowingly.

“You can ask what you were going to ask.”

“It was nothing, promise. Just my tired brain.”

“Y/N.”

You huff and throw your head back in mock exasperation.

“Alright, alright.” You bury your face in your hands. “I was gonna ask if you’d be willing to stay with me,” you mumble through your fingers.

Dark smiles and reclines back on the couch.

“I would be more than happy to stay with you.”

You turn your body toward him and rest your head to the side on the back cushion.

“Why?” you ask, suddenly serious. “Why stay out here for me?”

“You asked me to.”

“Yeah, but why say yes?”

That’s a damn good question, Dark thinks, and he’s not sure he knows the answer. Or, if he does, he doesn’t want to admit it to himself.

“If I leave you, it’ll be to return to my room and do work. I could use a break, and there’s no reason why I can’t do that here. I get to enjoy the fire, and you get to have someone with you.”

You squint at him, and he thinks for a moment that you might try and argue, but your heavy eyelids betray just how exhausted you are. Too tired to argue, surely.

“Get comfortable, Y/N. Try and go back to sleep. I’ll be right here until morning.”

Your eyes are already closed, breathing deep and even. You offer a hum, barely audible, and then you’re out like a light, as evidenced by your gentle snoring. He smiles softly at the sight of you, then leans over to pull the blankets up under your chin. He mimics your posture, turned toward you on the couch, with his legs pulled up under him and his head resting on the back cushion.

“Sweet dreams, Y/N,” he whispers.

His eyelids feel heavy, and there’s a burning behind his eyes. Focusing on his work had prevented him from realizing just how tired he was. Just because he doesn’t need as much sleep as he used to doesn’t mean that he doesn’t need any at all. He does still have a mostly working body that needs to rest and recharge. He allows his eyes to flutter closed, and he adjusts to make himself comfortable on the rich velvet couch.

He sighs deeply, content in this moment, and is lulled to sleep by the steady beating of your heart.

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sergeant-donny-donowitz · 4 years ago

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A Letter from Home: Utivich x Fem!Reader

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************** April, 1943 ************** The basterds had been a team and off the grid for nearly a year. Still, those months seemed like a lifetime, being so far from home, and without even a letter or phone call to make their days a little warmer. It had been a harsh winter, but the snow was clearing away now. In its place came the spring and its rains. The basterds missions were successes. Day in and day out, they were the best soldiers no one had heard of. They were changing that. Soon, the nazis would shake just from hearing their names. But, there was a name that Smithson Utivich had yet to hear, from a letter that was accepted only by fortune's hand.

The boys were sneaking through a small town at the edge of France, where Aldo was receiving top secret documents from a nameless, faceless contact from the OSS. "Oh and uh," the agent held up a small envelope between his two fingers. It wasn't sealed anymore. It had been opened, its contents examined through lines of top agents, just to make sure it was safe. "This is for one of your boys. Utivich." Aldo raised an eyebrow. He didn't think they could get letters all the way out there. The agent nodded once, confirming the thought. "Just this once, lieutenant." Aldo nodded, and looked down at the papers in his hands. Men had been killed for that information. There was no indication that would stop. Before Aldo even had the chance to give the letter to Utivich, shots were fired. Nazis wanted those classified documents, and they were willing to do anything to get them. Smitty turned around, "O-OMAR!" But he wasn't quick enough. He wasn't able to push his friend out of the way before a bullet hit him. By the time it was all over, the basterds had been able to rush to one of their hideouts, and Wicki was able to stitch Omar up. Smitty was standing outside, under the rusty tin roof as water dripped from the roof, and the sun set behind the gloomy clouds. "Got sum' here for ya, son." He was startled at first, then confused. "A letter? But-" "I know, I know. Must be important," Aldo handed it over. Smitty studied it. There were blots of raindrops still drying out. It got a little crumpled up in all the commotion. And...it wasn't sealed, but he understood why. He turned it around, and his heart skipped a beat. He recognized that handwriting. It was from you... He loved you, and missed you with all his heart, but what could possibly have been so important that the OSS allowed him to get the letter? "What'cha got there?" Donny stepped outside, slicing up an apple with a pocketknife, followed by Hugo, Wicki, and Hirschberg. "It's a letter. It's from Y/n." "Y/n? Ain't that your girl?" Hirschberg chuckled as he pulled up a chair and sat, watching the rain slow and the night set in. Hugo frowned, not having received a letter from his wife, he wondered if the rules had changed. "Why'd you get a letter?" Wicki sighed, "Well, give the kid a chance to read it at least." He read it. He read every word as if it were the last thing he'd read. He could almost hear your voice. He missed it, more than he ever thought he could possibly miss anything. But, now he'd realize there was something else he missed. Something he didn't even expect. The letter was three months old by the time he got it.

"I'm..." "Well shit, son, si'down!" Aldo basically kicked Hirschberg off the single chair they owned, and carefully pulled the pale, panicky Utivich down. "C'mon! What's it say?!" Hirschberg at least wanted to know why he'd been kicked off the chair. Donny took the letter and skimmed it. "Fuck a duck..." But it wasn't the letter that had knocked Smitty down. It was the picture he was still looking at intently, trying to memorize every detail, the glimmering eyes, the smiles... He hadn't been able to breathe since he saw it. But he hadn't stopped smiling since. "That's your girl?" Hirschberg peeked over his shoulder, shocked that Smitty could do that well. "Hey cute kid! Wh....WAIT A MINUTE. IS THAT-" Smitty nodded, smiling, still in shock, "That's my son..." He never wanted to let go of that picture. He thought he only had one reason to go back home. Marrying you was something he'd dreamt of from the moment he met you, way back in high school. But now, he had two. His baby boy, and you. His name was Joseph, but you called him Joey. You had to name him on your own, and you hoped Smitty liked it. He couldn't wait to tell you he loved it. The basterds loved it too. Donny, frankly, was already planning on teaching the kid how to be the best damn batter anyone ever saw. Wicki laughed and said, "The kid's gotta learn how to walk first, you know." They didn't have champagne and cigars to celebrate, but rationed cigarettes and stolen beer was the best they could do. They didn't have something special to drink to very often, but this time, this letter, this photograph, was the exception. But to Utivich, it was more than that. Late that night, it was his turn to keep watch, and keep an eye on Omar. Smitty was standing by the entrance, gun at the ready in one hand, but his eyes, and mind on the picture in his other hand. "Smitty?" He cleared his throat and quickly slipped the picture into his chest pocket. "Sarge?" "You're uh, gonna have to stay awake plenty now that you and the missus got a kid at home. I'll take over." "Ah, Donny, you don't have to. I uh.." "Hey, what's the matter, kid?" Donny frowned as he sat by his friend. "I uh," Utivich shook his head, "I just never seem to be where I need to be." "Hey, kid," Donny sighed, and set his hand on Smitty's shoulder, "Don't worry 'bout Omar. He's fine. These things happen." Donny knew Smitty had a lot to think about in a single day. He was sure Smitty was worrying about you, how you'd handled it all alone. Donny had a niece, and he remembered how worried his sister was, "Hey, I mean...From what you told us about Y/n, she's doin' fine. Her and Joey are safe cause of guys like you, alright? You'll be home some day." Smitty nodded, wondering when some day would come. ******** 1945 ******** The basterds got their medals of honor. After all this time, it felt strange to go their ways, but it was still a wonder they made it so far. Utivich ran to you the moment he saw you. He held on tight for what seemed like forever. When he finally did pull away, he opened his eyes, and saw the face of his son for the first time. You were holding Joey, he was two years old now. He was a shy kid, maybe even a little scared. All the fireworks, all the photographers' flashes of lights, all the crowds probably played a part. When Joey cried, it broke Smitty's heart. "Hey, " Smitty thought he'd cry himself for a moment, "Hey Joey..." Your son looked up at his father for the first time. "It's ok, Joey..." Smitty let go of you slowly, and wrapped his arms around his boy for the first time, and picked him up. Joey stopped crying, and even smiled after a bit. He recognized the man in the uniform. He'd seen the picture every day, after all. It was the only picture of Smitty in uniform that you had. It was by the radio in the livingroom where you and Joey sat in, every evening. He didn’t pay attention much, but you listened carefully for any signs or clues about Smitty’s whereabouts. "Dad!" That was when it hit Utivich. He teared up a little, his hug got a little tighter. He glanced at you, and murmured, "I'm a dad..." You nodded, as you held Smitty and Joey. Your cheek rested on Smitty's, "You're a dad." By the time you flew home, it was well past Joey's bedtime. Smitty put his duffel bag on the ground of the apartment he'd never been in. It was the place you and Joey had called home for two years. It was small, but it was enough. Utivich looked around, having dreamed of marrying you, bringing you to a big house. Things didn't go exactly his way, but for now, this was more than enough. He'd sleep in a real bed. He was surrounded by family, not enemies. He wouldn't wake up in the middle of the night to an alarm and boots on the ground, but you did give him a fair warning that Joey was an early bird, and would probably waltz into the room along with the sun. Smitty was ok with that. Still, he only watched you give Joey some juice, give him a bath, and help him into his pajamas, and tell him a story. Smitty felt like he was behind a mirror, far from you and Joey. He worried for a moment that there really was no place for him. As he settled back into life outside of war, that feeling would chase him. After some time, he'd realize only you and Joey could help him outrun it. "Smitty?" He snapped out of it, and looked at you. You recognized those eyes, though they were clouded with worries that were unfamiliar to you. You walked toward him, your hand rested on his cheek, and he felt his heart slow down for the first time since he was deployed. He took a breath, and your kind smile warmed his heart as you whispered, "Joey wants you to tell him a story." "M-me?" You took his hands in yours, and laughed as you reassured him, "He's getting a little bored with mine!" Smitty laughed as he sat by Joey, "Boring? Your mama? Never!" Joey smiled a little, though he wasn't very talkative with Smitty yet. "Once upon a time, there was a group of friends who went on adventures, and saved the world. There was a bear, a little man, an Apache, and-" As he told his son a story, Joey's eyes lit up, he smiled, and then the long hours reeled him in and carried him off to sleep. You kissed Smitty on the forehead, "You did it." He nodded, though you could tell he still nervous when you both stood at the door. Smitty was an only child, he never really had younger cousins to look after either. Taking care of a kid was brand new to him. And on top of that, after the war, after all the blood and the scalps, he didn't know if he could really handle something so small, so fragile. "I haven't been where I needed to be, Y/n. I'm sorry." "No, no..." You shook your head, and held him. "You have always been where you had to be." Your hands rested on the side of his face, and he sighed with a soft smile. Your hand rested on his chest, over his medal of honor, "If you weren't, the war might not even be over now. But it is. It's all over now. You're here... you're home." "Home..." He smiled, and he meant it. He hadn't seen you in years, and he'd never known his son. He knew what he did in France changed history, but his story would never have been the same without you. You and Joey were the only reason he was still alive. He'd never been in that apartment before, but he'd seen you and Joey in his dreams every night. Wherever you were, it was the place he'd call home. And now, as he kissed you, he knew he was exactly where he needed to be.

#Utivich #smithson utivich #smithson utivich x reader #Inglourious Basterds #inglourious basterds imagine #aldo raine #Donny Donowitz #Omar Ulmer #gerold hirschberg #hugo stiglitz #Wilhelm Wicki

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callmemythicalminx · 4 years ago

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❄️13th of December❄️

❄️Skatin’ With You ~ Sam Trapani x Reader ❄️

Fandom: Mafia Definitive Edition

Warnings: Just fluff, lots of fluff.

Summary: Somehow, you’ve actually persuaded Sam to go ice skating with you.

A/N: I kinda copied the idea for this from a fic I did from my last Advent Calendar, but nevertheless, it’s very cute and very fluffy. So please enjoy!

Dedicated to: @kaiiiiiiparkerismyhusband @lolita-wolfson @xxsamanthaxx @kneelingforvillains @loutino20 @levitate-gengar @dorothynerding @blackbladevika @my-blog-for-me @rammstein-obsession @octorebel @demonsouthere @mayday1284

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“I’m not doing it.”

You sigh again. “Sam, trust me it’s fine. The ice is hard as a rock right now, it’s not gonna crack.” You hopelessly try to persuade your husband, but he just continues glaring at the frozen lake, willing it to just disappear. As you finish putting on your skates, you huff “We’ve come all this way. Especially this early in the morning too. Don’t let it go to waste.” You give him your best puppy dog eyes but he just stares back at you with an eyebrow raised. God damn your stubborn husband!

Now that it’s December and Christmas is near, you’ve been trying to persuade Sam to do some more activities to celebrate the season. Never one for the jolly period, this year you wanted him to at least feel a little festive after the stress of the gang war earlier in the year.

Most of them he’d agreed to as they’ve involved only you and no one else. Your husband only had so much patience for people and when it ran out, he was grouchier than the grinch. When you suggested some romantic, early mourning ice skating together, he’d immediately said no, denouncing it as dangerous and silly straightaway. Whether he actually believed that or just didn’t want to humiliate himself by slipping on the ice you didn’t know. But what you did know however was that with a little persuasion and a few kisses, you were able to change his mind.

And technically, you did- at least until he saw the ice and said no again. Leading to where you are now.

“Sam, honey, there’s been people skating here for the past few weeks, ever since it froze. It’s perfectly safe, people do this every year.”

Still, he doesn’t budge. “It’s too risky doll. ”

You sigh, rising from your knees and facing him, reaching your hands up to hold his face. “Nothing is going to happen to me Sam, not when you're here with me. Trust me, nothing is going to happen.” He breathes deeply, pursing his lips and you gaze up at him, leaning up to pepper some kisses on slightly stubbled jaw. He throws his head back, groaning in defeat as his hand leans up to pinch the bridge of his nose between his fingertips.

“Fine. But I’m goin’ first, just to make sure it’s safe.”

You jump away from his arms in victory, giggling excitedly. He huffs in annoyance as he begrudgingly slips on his skates and edges towards the ice, but you catch the warm look in his eyes and the small smile he’s trying to hide. He’s hesitant as he places one foot forward and you wonder if he’s ever even done this before.

“You do know what you’re doin’, don’t ya honey?”

“Yeah, of course. It’s just a bit slip-”

He doesn’t get to finish his sentence as he gets both his feet on the ice, immediately starting to slip. He actually lets out a yelp as he loses balance, falling backwards onto his ass. You can’t help the laughter that bursts out your chest, crying harder when he glares at you over his shoulder. He rolls his eyes, lying back on the ice fully with a thud.

You’ve never seen him look this silly before and it has you wheezing, the sight of him like this so foreign. You hear him grumble “Fuckin’ ice.” as you bend over, clutching your stomach.

“Can you please come and help me?”

Wiping a tear away, you nod and make your way over to him, skating elegantly to where he lies. You reach your hands down and he grabs them, heaving himself up from the cold ice. Quickly however, he begins to slip again but before he can fall once more, you wrap your arms around his chest, keeping him upright.

“You don’t know how to skate, do you honey?” Sam avoids your eyes as you look up at him, a long breath coming out his nose. His face suddenly fills with sadness, an emotion you swiftly want to rid him off. You curl your hand around his cheek, pulling his face back round to yours. You nuzzle his nose with your own, before kissing him gently. He sinks into you, his arms wrapping around you tightly. When you separate, you whisper to him “Is this why you didn’t want to come?”

He sighs, his warm breathing brushing against your face “I’m sorry doll. I ain’t… I’ve never… Skatin’ wasn’t really somethin’ I got to do as a kid.”

You give him another sweet kiss before replying “It’s okay. You can still learn, I’ll teach you. Ya just gotta trust me.” He nods, looking down at you with a warmth, one that makes your heart flutter in your chest. All these years with him and one look can still have you weak at the knees.

You feel like sighing in pleasure when he whispers with that raspy voice of his “Lead the way.”

At first, you just try teaching him the basics, holding his hand as you try walking gently across the ice. Of course he falls down a few more times, pulling you down with him. He’s embarrassed about it first, but when he sees you so happy he suddenly doesn’t care about looking stupid anymore. When he keeps falling and pulling you with him, eventually he starts laughing too, pulling you close and sneaking in kisses as you smile against one another.

It turns out, your husband is a quick learner. As time passes, he actually starts to get the knack of it. Quickly enough, you’re both slowly gliding across the frozen lake, still staying close to each other with your hands connected. You can see just by looking at the small smile on Sam’s face that he is enjoying it now. It makes him relax for a moment, allowing him to forget about all his worries and the work he has to do. It’s just him and you, alone, the sounds of nature and the slice of your blades through the ice, the accompanying soundtrack to your time together.

Sam sits at the edge of the lake a little while later, taking a much needed smoking break. He watches you as you twirl and jump amidst the falling snow. While it was fun for him to be near you skating, he can’t help but admit to himself that he’s enjoying it more just looking at you. He can see the joy and excitement in your face as you complete a turn, the sound of your laughter like music to his ears. You haven’t stopped smiling since you stepped onto the ice. Though he was persistent about not doing it in the first place, he’s glad he changed his mind now just because he gets to see you happy.

Sam missed you this year. He did see you everyday during the war, but never for long. The most time you got together was when you both collapsed into bed at the end of the day, immediately falling asleep. Thanks to Sam’s job as a Capo and your commitments to helping the Don with the account books, it’d been a miserable time for the both of you. It was especially hard for Sam.

After having your sweet kisses and caresses everyday since you officially became a couple, he utterly missed the feeling of you in his arms. He missed your laugh, the sound of your voice when you were excited or happy. As cheesy as it sounds, you were like an angel to him, keeping his demons at bay. With you, he was able to leave all his stress about work at the door of your home, giving him the break he needed from such a strenuous job. When the war was finally over, he vowed that he’d make up all the lost time between you. It’s why he agreed to all these Christmas activities with you, wanting to see you happy while he spent time with you after so long apart.

When you come skating over to him, jumping into his arms to press a thankful kiss against his lips, he forgets about everything around him. All the matters is you in his arms, happy and full of his love for you. It was worth all the activities he had to do - even if his ass was sore from falling so many times.

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Thanks for reading minxies! <3

#mafia definitive edition #mafia remake #mafia #mafia 1 #sam trapani #sam trapani x reader #SamHoes #writtenbyme #AdventCalendar2020

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if-the-crown-fits-translate-it · 4 years ago

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Discord pt 71

[13/03, 3:26 AM GMT - 13/03, 4:53 AM GMT]

C R O W N: “Hello, everyone :)”

Maxwell: “oh....hello again”

C R O W N: “I hope we're all doing well?”

[Mothbo: “Hi Crown! Did you have fun with the others today? :3″]

C R O W N: “I did :)”

[Big G: “Yeah we're doin alright,but are you? You kinda got hurt mate”]

C R O W N: “I've still got some...Burns, if you're talking about what I think you are?”

C R O W N: “I took care of them as best I could. I hope they heal alright. Wouldn't want to leave Ranboo with any scars.”

[People bring up the possibility of Crown being mad at the server, and thus they should avoid talking about anything upsetting to each other or to Crown.]

C R O W N: “Why would I be mad at you?”

[People begin to explain that there are a lot of things Crown could be mad at them for, and that they were worried about how some of the things they said in the past might have upset Crown”.]

C R O W N: “I honestly don't have it in me to be angry right now. It's... been a long day.”

[People ask what happened, and that they were willing to listen.]

C R O W N: “... he's alive.”

[By ‘he’, was Crown referring to Tommy, the people ask. Was Crown not happy about this news?]

C R O W N: “I'm glad he's back. I'm just... Confused is all. Not sure how to process it.”

[People acknowledge that this is a pretty difficult and confusing situation to process, and advise Crown to take some space to figure things out.]

C R O W N: “...

Can we talk about something a little more light-hearted?”

[People agree! They ask Crown what he’d like to talk about. One of them talks about their pet dogs, and asks Crown if he likes dogs as well.]

C R O W N: “I do! Ranboo has Dogboo, and I like him a lot :)”

[katichu: “Dogs are so good! Do you have a favorite breed? Mine tend to be more on the larger side- Malamutes, Huskies, Great Pyrenees, Newfoundlands, and Mastiffs all get up there”]

C R O W N: “Oh, I like all sorts of dogs :) I think my favorite breeds are huskies and pomeranians :)”

katichu: “:0 Do you perchance like pomskys?”

C R O W N: “Yes!”

donti: “What about cats? :0″

C R O W N: “Enderchest! :D”

[donti: “I was gonna ask u! What direction does one write traditional ender? My friend n I were curious”]

C R O W N: “Oh, um. I think it depends? Usually it's written like how we're doing it now, but on buildings and bigger stuff you'd write it vertically!”

[Renboo: “Is ender kinda like a universal language kinda or are there things like Spanish ender?”]

C R O W N: “It's a universal language. Though I've noticed that some Endermen seem to pronounce certain words differently...”

donti: “Maybe like accents?”

C R O W N: “I suppose so, yes.”

donti: “thats awesome! do you know other languages other than english or ender :ooo”

C R O W N: “Unfortunately not. I'd like to learn Standard Galactic someday, though. Would make enchanting a lot easier.”

[A random Spark: “Fetch is your best bet to learn, although you should ask first”]

C R O W N: “I see. I personally have my doubts that Fetch would even consider the thought. But I suppose I'll ask sometime.”

Frecklybuddy: “It wouldn't hurt, perhaps it will be helpful to mending your friendship a little :)”

C R O W N: “Perhaps”

C R O W N: “I should get going actually. I'm spacing out a lot. Really sorry.”

donti: “Come visit us again soon :D ((ender emoji))”

C R O W N: “I’ll try :)”

[Crown leaves. Maxwell appears.]

Maxwell: “Is he gone now?”

katichu: “I think so”

Maxwell: “Thank god

I uh....hid after he appeared”

emuhlee: “are you okay?”

donti: “thats fair! at least he was nice to us :D”

Maxwell: “Yeah yeah I’m fine

Just...still a little shaken up”

[People discuss whether Crown has mellowed out thanks to the Court’s outing earlier that day, and maybe the server being nice to Crown helped in this regard as well.]

Maxwell: “Yeah...freckle told me, he’s been helping me stay up to date on things when I can’t be around...”

[People talk about wanting to help Crown without hurting the other Court members. Feelings about Crown are ambivalent among the people, due to their mixed experiences with him.]

Maxwell: “I’m still....upset about what happened and it’s gonna take a while before I can even think about forgiving crown if I ever do”

[People acknowledge the validity of Max’s feelings, and state that Crown would need to earn Max’s forgiveness. They also ponder about how Crown was reminiscent of a very specific kind of character that they had previously seen in literature, yet couldn’t exactly place how they would describe said character. The conversation resumes as follows:]

Big G: “Like the kind of thing where something is created or exists that's molded very easily It adapts based on its experiences and, ends up misguided. People get angry at it for being misguided and it feels just

Utter loss and confusion?

I've felt that before, but it's almost indescribable ig”

donti: “oooh i get it

hm, crown does give off that vibe..”

Big G: “Often lives in the shadow of things too”

donti: “how old was he again”

Big G: “Like 16 or 17 right?”

Maxwell: “16-17″

Big G: “Honestly people being nice for a change probably really confused the fella”

Maxwell: “Hm....

Hope he doesn’t come back too often”

Maxwell: “I just hid, ha....”

Jack the Observer: “Good for you”

Maxwell: “I think he may also have been a little...more open because he seemed to have been feeling out of it

Probably cause of Tommy being back...”

donti: “also mayb the nice walk he took ^^'”

Renboo: “yeah isnt he affected by ranboo's emotions and stuff?”

Maxwell: “Yeah”

Maxwell: “God all this is messing with my brain...

I’m...gonna go draw for bit....”

emuhlee: “Take care of yourself max”

Maxwell: “Yeah....it’s the weekend so I can hopefully sleep in”

#on:discord #by:crown #by:maxwell #if the crown fits

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bellatrixobsessed1 · 4 years ago

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Protea (Part 8)

Mohi knocks on her door for the fifth time that morning. “C’mon now, girl ‘s time to git brek’fes.”

Snapdragon buries her face further into the pillow and bunches her fingers up in its ratty cloth. “I don’ wanna, Mohi.” She doesn’t want breakfast or lunch or dinner or to go to her factory or to do anything at all. She just wants to lay down with her cheek pressed against the pillow.

“Kaz says ya come in las’ night all soakin’ wet.” Mohi calls through the door. “Ya catch sickness out there?”

“Maybe.” She lies. “I don’t feel so good.” And she doesn’t, but it isn’t a matter of sickness so much as a tummy tickling sorrow. She bunches herself into a little ball. She had finally found someone willing to tolerate her odder quirks and she’d managed to push too far. She should have known better than to try to push those quirks on someone who isn’t quite interested.

She forces herself out of bed and makes her way out into the backyard. Zenyul and Kaz are already out there, sloshing through puddles and mud as they show off their bending. It would be mighty nice to join them. She doesn’t much feel up for a trip to her factory today. Maybe they can teach her to fight; even if she can’t bend it would still be nice to pick up a normal hobby. Maybe if she does that, she can have someone nice like Mai.

Snapdragon ducks back inside and removes her necklace. She gives the thing one last look over. It doesn’t seem so pretty now. She drops it in with the rest of the trash and wanders back outside. “Zenyul, Kaz, I want you to teach me to do that stuff!”

The boys take pauses.

“I thought ya said ya couldn’t bend?” Zenyul cocks his head.

“Anyways, don’t you have a building to scramble up?” Kaz asks.

Her face grows hot. “I decided I’m done doin’ that. I wanna learn to…” She gives her best imitation of their bending.

“Yer serious?” Zenyul asks.

Snapdragon gives a firm nod, expecting to be met with a similar one. Instead Kaz bursts out laughing, “you can’t bend.”

“But I can do all’a them jumps ‘n flips, I do it all the time when I’m explorin’ the city.” Her face grows redder still.

“Ya need fire ta firebend.” Zenyul quirks a brow.

“Fine, ferget it.” She bunches her fists and kicks the nearest rock. She’ll teach herself to do those silly tricks. She’ll be better than Zenyul and Kaz both. She doesn’t even have fire but somehow she’ll manage it.

.oOo.

Mai supposes that nervousness beats boredom. She doesn’t fancy walking in this part of Capital City alone. And she isn’t sure that Mohi will take well to seeing her at her doorstep after upsetting Snapdragon so thoroughly.

She gives the door a quick knock. She hears the unlatching of a bolt and the turning of a lock. Mohi lumbers over her. Silently. Overbearingly silently.

“I’d like to speak with Snapdragon.”

Mohi’s eyes narrow. “She been sulkin’ all day ‘n nite coz’a ya.”

“It was a misunderstanding, I assure you.” Mai replies carefully. Perhaps more carefully than is needed.

The woman has a bladed stare that bears a likeness to the sharpness of the knives tucked under Mai’s own sleeves. “Some misunda’standin’. Talk ta ‘er, but if ya make thin’s worse…”

“I won’t make things worse.” She promises. “Is she in her room?”

“She out back.” Mohi gestures.

Mai slips outside to find Snapdragon throwing kicks and punches at the air. Every now and then she stops to observe Zenyul and Kaz. It would seem that she is trying to bend. Her face scrunches up and she throws another punch.

“Hey.” Mai greets lamely.

Snapdragon jerks before turning around. She forces a smile. “Oh hi, Mai.”

“Don’t look at me like that.” It is somehow worse than Mohi’s glower. She can still feel it on her back, burning into her. She steals a peek over her shoulder and catches Mohi lingering at the window. “I’m here to ask you if you wanted to go out for dinner. I know how much you loved the palace food.”

Snapdragon tilts her head.

“And it just so happens that I have a new necklace that...well it doesn’t go with any outfit I own but I still wanted to wear it.” She holds up that ridiculous trash necklace.

Now Snapdragon is beaming from ear to ear, a true picture of delight. Her eyes light up and it as if she has been jolted with a shock of energy; she grabs Mai’s hand, “come with me to the factory and help me find something to wear!” She tugs Mai past Mohi.

“Where’s yours?” Mai asks with a gesture to her own accessory.

“Oh, I, uh…”

She hears a clacking from behind. “‘S right here.” She holds out the necklace.

Snapdragon takes it from the woman’s hand and puts it around her neck.

“That was in the garbage.” Mai points out.

“That’s where some of the charms came from in the first place.” Snapdragon shrugs.

Mai sighs, she supposes that, that much is true. She wonders how many pieces of her necklace had been found in a rubbish bin. “I’m taking her for dinner. We might stay at the palace if Snapdragon is up for it.”

“Stay where ya like, long as ya ain’t hurt muh girl again. Don’ ya leave ‘er walkin’ alone in the rain like that anymore.” Mohi gives Snapdragon a little pat.

“It’s a sunny day, trust me, I’m only this nauseous when it’s this cheerfully bright. Snapdragon is going to have a great time.” Mai promises. The woman is already jittery with excitement. Mai isn’t sure if it is for the upper class meal she is about to receive or simply the prospect of going on a date.

Mai comes to decide that it had to have been the food that Snapdragon was excited for. She finds that the woman is somewhat clueless. Oblivious. Mai waits for her to swallow her drink before inquiring, “you know that this is a date, right?”

“A date?” She asks. “With...with me?”

Mai nods.

“You ain’t embarrassed to be around me?”

Mai wouldn’t exactly go that far. It isn’t exactly comfortable to have so many eyes upon her. Especially eyes that do little to conceal the judgment within them. She thinks that they have been watching them since they arrived. And suddenly she reconsiders letting Snapdragon pick out her own outfit. All the same, she needs Snapdragon to know that she is loved for exactly who she is All the same, it might be better if she learns to deal with eyes that judge. She could use a bit of Snapdragon’s spunk and creativity. The confidence it takes her to be truly herself; Mai wishes that she could have that.

“Maybe a little.” Mai admits. “I don’t want you to change though.” She isn’t sure how to articulate it. “I guess that I wish other people would.”

“What do you mean?”

“I wish that they wouldn’t look at you like that.” With crinkled noses and upturned chins.

Snapdragon shrugs. “I’m kinda used to it.”

She coughs awkwardly, “okay, there is one thing though.”

Snapdragon looks up from her soup.

“Can you eat with spoons and chopsticks instead of your hands?”

Snapdragon frowns but she reaches for the chopsticks.

.oOo.

Her tummy does all sorts of flops and flutters as they near the palace. She supposes that it isn’t quite as intimidating as it was the first time, but the jitters are still quite heavily present. She fiddles with the rusty cog on her necklace.

“You’re slowing down.” Mai observes. Snapdragon shuffles to keep pace. “Don’t tell me that you’re still nervous.”

“I ain’t sacred. I ain’t scared of anythin’.” Except for nobles and their passive-aggressive stares and remarks. She can already hear them complaining of her scent. “Do I get to use the palace bath again?”

“Do you want to?”

Snapdragon nods. “I like the soap bubbles.” She also likes those pretty delicate scents. Something about them is comforting. Something about them feels right.

“Well the sooner you get inside, the sooner you can have a bubble bath.” Mai replies. “I can go for one too.”

“I asked first.” She darts up the stairs, taking them two at a time. She waits for Mai at the top.

“Alright, you can take the first bath.” Mai agrees. She takes Snapdragon’s hand and gives her forehead a little kiss. Snapdragon’s whole face goes red. “But only because our first date went so well.”

“It did?”

“Did you have a good time.”

She nods vigorously, “it were wonderful. We gonna do it again?”

This time Mai kisses her nose. “You can pick the location next time.”

#Avatar The Last Airbender #Azula #Mai #Maizula #Fanfiction

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A Firefly In The Hand

Some pre-canon/pre-relationship Forsython, Forsyth trains at night, remembers a local tradition, and Python reminds him that he'll never be alone.

The moment Forsyth’s plans set into motion was after he heard his parents exchange goodnights the room over. He kept his eyes shut, but began reciting one of the old veteran’s war stories in his head to keep him awake for the next thirty minutes, listening closely for any noises in the house. When the only sounds he could hear was the distant bleating of his neighbor’s goats, he shrugged his blankets off and hopped out of bed.

Moving as quietly as his feet would allow, he made his way over to the window and pulled it open, climbing up and out into the quiet darkness.

Sneaking through the village late at night wasn’t a new activity for him by any means, nor was it for any of the local youth. During the summer, a mass of fireflies would light up the sky every year, and it was regional tradition to catch one in your hands and make a wish that was certain to come true, but the younger children were sent to bed long before they appeared. This, of course, began a long standing and unspoken custom to sneak out after everyone else had gone to bed. Forsyth remembered those evenings fondly, catching one for both him and Python (who couldn’t be bothered to do it himself) and gleefully refusing to share their wishes.

Usually, he would wish to become a knight one day, but there were other, even more secret things he hoped for too.

Tonight, however, he wasn’t off to hunt for fireflies, but train. If Father wouldn’t let him do it during the day, he would just have to do it when he was asleep.

It wasn’t long before he had made his way out to his favorite clearing in the nearby woods. It was a fairly open area surrounded by a ring of tall, hardwood trees, with many bushes scattered around for him to hide his training lances, lantern, and bandages for worse case scenarios (he often had to forcibly enlist Python to help him come up with reasonable excuses for the injuries). He never put his things in the same spot to avoid detection, effort that his best friend told him was unnecessary as no one was even looking for them, but that was Python, who told him any effort was unnecessary.

At the moment, his stash was nestled into a wild blackberry bush which will lay dormant for another month or so, where they had spent many a summer afternoon ruining their dinner. He pulled out the crude wooden lance, which only looked anything at all like a weapon because the blacksmith from the next town over had taken pity on him when he was in the village for a horseshoe delivery and helped him carve it.

That was how most of the adult’s saw his aspirations. Just a child’s fantasy to indulge in, even as he grew into teenhood.

He gripped his lance tighter.

After lighting the lantern with his flint and stone to give the night some small illumination, he took the frustration of never being taken seriously out on the invisible enemies laid out before him, swiping at them in his best mimicry of the forms in his book on combat. His father tried to take it away from him, but his mother had always felt bad and returned to him later on.

More pity.

“Haaaah!” he let out a huff of exertion as he lost his footing, sliding forward an inch further than he had meant to and nearly falling.

“Really? This again?”

As he righted himself, a familiar voice emerged from the darkness, and Python came into the dim lantern light, arms behind his head in judgemental nonchalance, “Yer pop is gonna be mad.”

“I know that. And you should know by now that won’t stop me,” he replied, swinging once more, “I do everything he asks of me all day, so I can do what I want at night.”

Python shrugged, taking a seat against one of the thick tree trunks. it was a common enough occurrence for his friend to join him, as he would often be up anyway, choosing to instead nap throughout the day like a cat. His parents weren’t all too fond of the behavior, but unlike Forsyth’s family, they had long given up on changing him.

“You know I’m all for doing whatever it is ‘ya want,” he said with a dismissive wave, “I just thought you might need the reminder. You actually seem to care when he yells at you.”

Forsyth paused, glaring down at the dirt like it had wronged him, “I don’t care about his opinion so much as it’s suffocating to be there when he’s angry. We just aren’t going to see eye to eye, which I’m fine with, but he refuses to accept it.”

A jab, and a snicker from Python.

“Are you picturing an enemy soldier, or your old man?”

“Both.”

They shared a laugh at that. Despite their differences, and how often they would get on each other’s nerves, if there was one thing he could never be in Python’s presence, it was dour.

“Any success with hunting lately? he asked conversationally as he resumed, now focusing more on his footwork than his lancework. It may have been hard to believe, but out of all the teenagers and the village, Python easily had the best bow arm, and thus the hunters always forced him to tag along. Forsyth suspected the only reason he gave in is because hunting had significant down time compared to carpentry.

"I guess. Been seeing a lot of wild boar lately, but I don't think I'll tag along for that. A lot of work I'm not willing to put in."

Forsyth scoffed, "Two boar could feed the village for a week and a half! If you helped, it would save you a lot of work in the long run."

Python hummed in consideration, snuggling into his relaxed position even more like he was barely listening, but Forsyth knew he was actually thinking hard on his words. One of the few things he would put effort into was the saving of effort, after all.

"We'll see. It's a problem for tomorrow."

"If you," step, jab, "Always," step back, block, "Put off," downward swing, "Your problems," upwards swing, "Until 'tomorrow', then you'll never get to enjoy 'tomorrow'."

"Your form was off in the middle there, more shoulder, less arm," Python pointed out, and Forsyth adjusted accordingly, "That might be true, but if yer always doin' everything today, then you can't enjoy the moment. Either way you lose something, and I'd prefer to reap my benefits before I'm old and wizened."

Shaking his head, it was Forsyth’s turn to shrug, "I will never understand you as long as I live."

"Feeling's mutual, pal."

And for the next few minutes, there was silence between them. When they were younger, their time was almost always filled with antics, arguments, and mutually prodding, and there was still plenty of that, but they were now able to enjoy long periods of quiet together.

Of course, nothing lasts forever.

"Python, look!" Forsyth called out, letting his lance arm relax, "Fireflies!"

True to his word, a group of fireflies formed a small bundle of light that was hovering near and on the bushes.

"They're a little early, but it is getting to be that time," Python supplied, getting up and brushing the dirt off his posterior, "Reminds me of when we were kids, staying up too late to see the lightning bugs."

"You're right..." he put his training lance aside, Forsyth reached out to trap two in his hands, a much easier task as a sixteen year old than a nine year old.

Python walked over to him, smiling in a soft way Forsyth thought might exclusively be for him, but didn't dare be so bold as to be sure of that, "Caught one for me too, just to finish the trip down memory lane?"

"Maybe I just want two wishes for myself."

"Ha!" Python gave him a friendly jab in the ribs, "You'd never be that selfish, it'd give you a stomach ache. Though your lofty dreams need as many wishes as they can get."

Forsyth’s heart fell. He often forgot that even his best and longest friend also saw his dreams as silly.

He did his best to sound chipper, "I think I'll just let them go this time. No need to rely on some bugs when I've got hard work!"

As he opened his hands to release them, he felt something, or rather someone, force them shut, "Hey now, what's all this about? That ain't like you."

"It's nothing."

"Don't give me that. Nothin, is ever just nothin' with you."

"You're being awfully pushy about this. Why do you even care?"

Even in the low lighting, Forsyth could see a unique flavor or anger flare in Python's eyes at that, making a feeling bubble in his gut he couldn't name. The look was gone as soon as he saw it, but it wasn't something he would soon forget.

"Dealing with you normally is already more work than I feel like doin', and it's double that when you're mopey. Better put the work in now than be forced to deal with it later, right?"

That's what Forsyth always said to him.

"It's- No one takes me seriously. Not my parents, not anyone else in the village, not even you. I won't give up no matter what anyone thinks of me, but I would rather not be dismissed anytime I open my mouth. My dreams aren't just some joke!"

"Forsyth," Python tightened his grip on his friend's hand, making Forsyth worry he was killing the poor torchbugs, "Listen. I do think what you're tryin' to do is impossible. But I know you're serious about it. I take everything you do seriously, even if they're wastes of time. Have I ever tried stopping you?"

"...no."

"And have I been there for all the nonsense?"

"...yes."

"Am I here, keepin' you company because I know that you get unto yer own head on nights like these, when I could be in my comfy bed back home?"

"Yes."

Python released him, so he could in turn release the fireflies, thankfully alive, though likely quite annoyed, "Then that's that. I would love it if you learned to settle for a little less, but I'm never gonna get in the way of your big dreams. Yer gonna need someone with a good head on their shoulders to keep your big old noggin' from floating away anyhow."

"Python..." Forsyth grinned, much more like his normal self, "I'm sorry for doubting you. Lazy layabout you might be, bad friend you are not."

"Glad to see your common sense came back. While we're here," he smiled mischievously, "Why don't you tell me what you wished for?"

"It won't come true if I do!"

And like that, they argued amicably until their exhaustion finally caught up to them (and Forsyth’s father was an early riser, so he had to return soon), and they walked back to the village together.

Forsyth hadn't come out here to find fireflies, but he had, and even better, rediscovered that no matter what he might feel in the moment, he'll never be truly alone.•

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whatcouldgowrong-ohthat · 4 years ago

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We Do This to Live Ch. 4

Chapter Four

Summary: On Earth-198742, there are no heroes. There’s humans. There’s mutants. There are even some that fall somewhere between. But when Boliver Trask manages to get the Sentinel program signed, it’s up to a thief and her brilliant sister to find those that still believe in something more - something good. And maybe, along the way, they’ll get the chance to save mutant kind.

Pairings: Rogue x Remy, Marie x Shuri (eventually), Geneva x Bucky (eventually)

Word Count: 2933 words

Warnings: Um, starting to see some baddies? Getting to see Geneva’s powers more? Smidge of angst? Cussing for sure.

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Previous Chapter

Fluorescent lights cast a bitter glow over the lab. It was a silent reminder for everyone that what they were working on, what they were doing, was wrong. Yet knowing that changed nothing. People came and went. Clocked in and out as if it were nothing, ignoring the fact that their actions were inhumane. Along the walls, there were sketches. Plans for their future. Metal armor – designs borrowed by Stark and materials discovered by Stryker.

“Trask.”

He didn’t say anything. In his own corner of the lab, making notes of the blood he was studying, Boliver Trask found himself lost in his work. Always lost. Always fascinated.

Alexander shook his head, hardly surprised. He’d known Boliver for years. He personally brought him into SHIELD, knowing he would need the man’s genius if his own agenda were to succeed. “Boliver,” he spoke up. Louder this time.

Finally, as he scribbled another note, Trask looked his way. “Alexander. Did you find it?”

“There wasn’t a mutant there.” Alexander glanced at the notes he took. Just above, he saw a file marked Bobby Drake. “The only reason I went was as a favor to you. You’re aware of that, right?”

“Very much so.” Boliver returned to his study, adjusting the microscope with stubby fingers. “However, you and I both know that the Guilds have rumored mutants there. We might not be able to confirm anything yet, but every opportunity to gather new data is crucial to this program. The Sentinels need to be as prepared as we can make them.”

Alexander looked around. He knew Boliver was right. He always appreciated that they had the same beliefs. People like Stark and Rogers? Mutants? They were something the world didn’t need. A threat to their lives. “As much as I understand that, I won’t be making a personal visit next time. If that’s what you desire, then you can go.” He turned, making his way to the exit.

Boliver glanced his way, an amused smile tugging at the corners of his lips.

“You two really hate them, huh?”

Boliver looked up, eyes settling on the intern that had spoken. He adjusted his glasses and shook his head. “On the contrary, I rather admire them. The things that they can do? We have never and will never see anything like it.” He removed the blood sample, putting it back on the rack. “Pierce has different beliefs to me, but I’ve always seen mutants and their abilities as our salvation.”

The intern’s brow furrowed, confusion marring her features. “So…why all of this?”

Trask smiled. Oh, how naïve the boy was. “Because free will is a tricky thing. If we are to earn our salvation, we must be willing to make the difficult decisions. Do you understand,” he glanced at the intern’s badge. “Ms. Darkholme?”

The intern, albeit hesitant, nodded. Boliver tilted his head, catching sight of what he could have sworn was a yellow hue to her eyes. He watched as she gathered her files, probably on to whatever task she had next. As she left the room, his fingers drummed against the counter. If Boliver had learned anything throughout this process…

It was to always trust his gut.

He grabbed the phone, dialing four numbers. The answer was almost instant. “Yes, this is Dr. Trask. I’m afraid we’ve had a mutant break into the facility. Yes, that’s right, only apprehend. Thank you.” Hanging up, Trask closed the folder and grabbed another sample.

This time – Scott Summers.

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Five Years Later – 2009

“Fuck!” Geneva’s back slammed into the ground; the wind knocked out of her.

“Watch y’language.”

She groaned, rolling onto her stomach. She didn’t need to look back to know her father was smirking. He was always like this. Never going easy on her. Always pushing her. Her forehead dropped, resting against the mat.

“Y’want t’join a Guild y’got no reason t’be a part of? Fine. But I’m the one trainin’ ya.”

It was the only way to get him to listen.

And she’d been regretting it for five years.

“Up, Geneva.” His voice was filled with authority. Gone was her father. This was all “Gambit”.

She huffed, knocking her hair out of her face and forcing herself to her feet. Her muscles ached. Her nerves buzzed. Everything contradicted itself. “Give moi a minute,” she muttered, bracing her hands on her knees.

Geneva was relieved when he listened. This time last year? He would have laid her on her ass again.

“The Assassins and anyone else wouldn’t let y’catch y’breath. ‘M not goin’ t’either.”

She knew it came from a place of love, but damn if it didn’t annoy her to no end.

Pushing herself up, Geneva picked up her staff. “Y’ready?” She looked his way, smiling when she saw the concern there. Her dad could try to act as tough as he wanted, but she knew the truth. He just wanted her to be safe.

“Oui.” She twirled it between her fingers, spinning around. The metal clashed against his staff and he smirked.

Then, the two danced.

Geneva’s butt hit the mat once again. She scowled, eyes glowing a little brighter. Kicking the staff aside, she braced her arms on her knees and looked at Remy. He was smirking, leaning against that stupid bostaff. Raising a brow, she jerked her foot and knocked it out from under him.

He only stumbled.

Geneva groaned, falling back on the mat.

Sometimes it was infuriating just how good her father was.

Geneva stepped out of the tub, the darkness around her more of a comfort than it had been all those years ago. She hurried to dry off before slipping on some leggings and grabbing an off-shoulder crop top. Still in the darkness, Geneva combed her fingers through her short hair and towel-dried it.

That would be enough.

She crossed the room to the generator. One button and the trill of electricity rushed, not only through the room, but through her skin. Pretty green eyes flashed gold. The familiar rush of gold danced under her skin, tingling and silently telling her that it was there once more. But she didn’t have to be reminded.

Geneva glanced towards the mirror, seeing her reflection once again. She tended to avoid that, but there were days where it couldn’t be helped. Her fingers absentmindedly touched the Lichtenburg scars that twisted around her skin. Raising her crop-top just slightly, she saw how those scars were just as at home on her ribcage.

She really didn’t have to be reminded.

Stepping out of the tiny home, Geneva crossed the yard and slipped in through the Lebeau Manor’s back door. She made a bee line to the fridge, craving something to eat after Remy had so thoroughly kicked her ass. However, when she closed the door with an apple in her mouth, she couldn’t stop the snort that passed when she saw Marie at the table. On her laptop, like always.

“I heard that,” Marie said, fingers absentmindedly breaking off a poptart. She popped the piece in her mouth, speaking around it as she asked, “Y’know y’look like a pig like that, right?”

Geneva rolled her eyes. The apple snapped under her bite as she peeked over Marie’s shoulder. The twelve-year old was breaking into Essex Labs. She rolled her eyes. “Mama ain’t gonna like that. ‘Sides, didn’t y’just get ungrounded fo’breakin’ into the Pentagon?”

Marie didn’t say anything. Instead, her fingers banged a little louder against the keys. Geneva raised a brow, tugging at a strand of long black hair. “Y’lookin’ pale, petite. Why don’t we go somewhere?”

More silence. Geneva sat back in her chair, taking another bite of her apple. She hadn’t expected any different. Since Geneva joined the guild, Marie had treated her different. Not that Geneva blamed her. Marie was waiting until the day she was legal – wanting to get as far away from New Orleans and the Guilds as possible. And Geneva choosing to join? It put a wedge in their relationship.

One that Geneva hadn’t been able to fix.

“C’mon, Marie. When’s the last time we did anyt’in’?”

“2004,” Marie answered matter-of-factly.

Geneva frowned. Her fingers drumming against the table and Marie’s against her keyboard were the only thing keeping them from absolute silence. And she hated it.

Marie didn’t hate her. She knew that much. When her powers had been at their worst, keeping Geneva from touching anything, keeping her from showering because water burned her skin, Marie had done all the research needed for Geneva to study electricity.

It was her work that helped Remy and Rogue teach Geneva control.

But that was as far as their relationship went now.

“Geneva.”

She looked up, missing the way Marie glanced at her. Jean-Luc was standing in the doorway, offering a small smile.

“Y’pere tells moi that y’been doin’ real good with y’trainin’.”

Geneva couldn’t contain her smile. While there might have been some days where she felt as if she were struggling, never making any progress, hearing her own father say that meant a lot. Especially because Rogue had to talk him into letting her.

“C’mon.” Jean-Luc gestured in the direction of his office. “Wanna run somet’in’ by ya.”

That one conversation with her grandfather, the Guildmaster, is all it took for Geneva to find herself here.

And where is here?

Washington D.C.

At the Triskelion.

Geneva was lying on the roof, eyes fixated on the stars. She could be patient until the last person left. It helped that she had music playing in her ears.

Be-Beep. Be-Beep.

Geneva felt the vibration from her watch rather than the beeping from her alarm. She pressed the button and rolled onto her stomach before jumping up. Glancing over the edge of the roof, she smirked when she saw Director Fury leaving.

Moving to the center of the oddly shaped building, she pulled out her shrunken staff. Electricity crackled off her fingers – a required thumbprint for her staff to extend. She pulled out another gadget, attaching it to the roof and then her belt.

“Time t’go t’work,” she muttered. Then…she stepped off the ledge.

The wind rushed, whipping against her face until the wire finally stopped her movements. She glanced above her, already feeling the buzz that came from deadening motion sensors. Her eyes flickered a little brighter, her skin threatening to light up as the building powered down. Chuckling, she thought to herself, So much for security.

Music continued blaring in her ears as she found the opening she needed. Fingers pressing against the corners of a window, she grimaced as that irritating hum appeared in her ears once more. But the glass was vibrating, freeing itself from its containment.

She caught the edge, feet landing in the window-frame. Attaching her escape to the next window, she eased the glass down and stepped inside. Her bright eyes took in the office space. It was already stifling, warming up from her powers shutting off the A/C three floors above and three floors below. Seven levels. No power.

Geneva collapsed her staff, tucking it into her back pocket as she made her way to the desk. The office was clean, something she wasn’t used to considering her family seemed to thrive in clutter and chaos. That was thieves for you. Tucking her hair behind her ear, Geneva brushed her fingers against the computer tower. The screen lit up, earning a satisfied smirk from Geneva.

Doing the basic hacking her younger cousin taught her, Geneva easily slipped past barrier after barrier. She raised a brow. Was all of SHIELD this paranoid? Fingers strumming against the keys, her eyes sparked a little brighter, excitement getting the better of her.

But it vanished just as quickly.

A passcode.

She needed a personal fucking passcode for Pierce’s personal files.

Geneva’s fingers froze over the keys. Well…there was only one person she could think of to call.

I wanna roll with him, a hard pair we will be A little gambling is fun when –

Marie jolted, her hoodie and hair hiding most of her face as that blasted song blared from her phone.

Russian roulette is not the same without a gun And baby, when it’s love, if it’s not rough, it isn’t fun

Yanking her hoodie off, Marie was determined to find that stupid piece of technology. She stumbled out of her chair, barely maneuvering around the mess she constantly lived in. It was a reminder that she needed to find some time to clean up, but that could wait.

Where was that phone?

Yanking back the covers on her bed, she snatched it up and answered.

“Y’changed the fuckin’ ringtone on my phone?”

Geneva winced as she held the phone away from her ear. That was a little louder than she anticipated. “Not my fault y’got an easy password. For a hacker, woulda thought ya knew better.” She heard rustling on the other end of the line and knew Marie was probably sitting somewhere.

“’M five seconds away from hangin’ up. Whatcha want?”

Geneva winced. She might have been pushing her luck. “T’ink y’can get moi the password for Pierce’s computer?”

Silence. Geneva stared at the computer in front of her, feeling like a weight was pulling her down. She needed this. She needed Marie’s help. “Sil vous plait, Marie. I – I can’t fuck this up. I know y’don’t like – “

“Stop.” A sigh and then, “Y’stupid if y’t’ink I wouldn’t help ya, Gen.” The familiar sound of fingers brushing keys made Geneva’s shoulders visibly relax. “Mas why the hell didn’t y’go a bit more prepared?”

Geneva chuckled. “Do y’know moi at all?”

She didn’t need to be standing in front of the tween hacker to know that Marie was rolling her eyes. Of all of Marie’s sassiest actions, that one practically had its own voice. “Oui, I do. And I don’t understand why our Pepe would send y’in the middle o’SHIELD for y’first assignment.” More key strokes and then – “Putain de merde.”

Geneva’s brow furrowed, paranoia getting the better of her as she glanced to the door. She really didn’t have time for Marie to get distracted.

“I can hear y’anxiety t’rough the phone, Gen. Buzzin’ as loud as them powers o’yours.”

Geneva wanted to make a snarky retort back, but she knew better. After all, Marie could go and leave her stranded and that –

“Try somet’In’ real quick.”

“What?”

“Hydra.”

Geneva’s fingers froze. No. There was no way. “Marie, c’mon, be serious.”

“I am. Try it. ‘N’ hurry up, their guards check the upper floor every hour.”

“’Ow y’know that?”

“’M lookin’ at their schedule now.”

Geneva snorted. “S’does this mean y’forgive me,” she asked, quickly typing in the passcode.

“Eh. Five years ‘s a long enough grudge.”

Geneva smiled, shaking her head as she pressed enter. She expected an ‘incorrect password’ to pop up. It was only natural. There was no way the head honcho of SHIELD was –

Nope. He was connected to Hydra.

“Sonovabitch,” she muttered. Focusing on the task at hand, she pulled out a flash drive. Her goal was the Accords, Pierce’s personal information, and the information of others on the board. Some high-dollar official was paying the Thieves Guild a lot of money for this and she couldn’t let Jean-Luc down.

But still…there was no way Pierce was the only member of Hydra. Did the Accords exist because of them?

“Still can’t believe y’were right.”

Marie’s smile could be heard with the way she spoke, asking, “Do I ever steer y’wrong?”

They both knew the answer was ‘yes’. Geneva’s eyes scanned the names of multiple files, copying the ones she needed. The mouse paused over a title.

There, as if begging to be opened, were three little words. The Sentinel Program.

Shaking her head, Geneva instead copied the information on the Accords, the Avengers, Weapon X: Terminated Project, and other names she recognized from Marie’s findings. There were so many… Even if the buyer didn’t want them, didn’t she and her parents deserve to know?

Geneva jumped when she felt a buzz of electricity. Sure enough, someone had come up to one of the three floors below her. She could feel the electricity buzzing through the person’s skin. “Time t’go.” She plucked the flash drive free.

Everything came quick. Reattaching the corded wire, pulling the window back in place, and zipping back to the roof. She pulled herself up and rolled onto her back. A sigh of relief escaped her.

She succeeded in her first mission.

Chuckling, Geneva brought the phone back to her ear. “Y’know, we make a pretty good team.”

“I swear, if y’make this a habit – “

Geneva snorted once more, hanging up before Marie could give some poor threat she didn’t mean.

Now? She needed to get her ass back to New Orleans.

The security guard wasn’t much of a threat, not that Geneva would have wanted to find out. He was old in the face and white in the hair. His wide, rimmed glasses were perched high on his nose. Every stride was short as he came down the hall. The familiar hum of the A/C and the flickering lights signaled that the power that had vanished…was now perfectly fine.

He looked around, his hand hovering over the door to Pierce’s office. “Building must be getting old.”

And with that, his hand dropped.

And he, the man with the name ‘Lee’ scribbled on his badge, strode towards the elevator that would return him to his post.

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fandom-trash-247 · 5 years ago

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Nothing Feels Better Than This

Listen to “Better” by Khalid as you listen to this, it’ll make the story better.

Feel free to leave constructive criticism in the comments, as I’ve never written for Yancy before but I’m willing to learn. As always, I don’t own anything having to do with AHWM except for this story. Enjoy!

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You knew leaving him behind was going to be hard, but at the time you knew you couldn’t stay. There was still so much you had to do with the box and Mark, and you weren’t ready to settle down anywhere, nonetheless in a prison.

Watching him leave to go back to his cell hurt. You could feel your heart hurt as you turned away from him, unable to keep watching him leave, just as you were leaving him.

Once he was out of sight you opened the box, and the skeleton key now in your hand was practically taunting you. There had been a way for you both to get out, and now you wouldn’t be able to use it. Looking back at the gate one more time, you debated on going back for him. For Yancy. But you knew that no matter how comfortable prison life would be with him, you would just feel stuck. Settling down in one spot wasn’t for you. Not yet at least. So you turned and walked away, feeling just as much a prisoner of your own heart as you were a free person.

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That had been years ago. Not many, but a small handful. Over that time you never gave up the potential you had with Yancy. The both of you knew that visiting him would be too risky, even if you were to wear a disguise of some sort, but there was still contact through the phone calls you made to each other.

Neither of you would waste time with formalities of ‘How’ve you been’ or anything of that nature; you did have a time limit after all. You both would just jump into conversations as if you never stopped them, talking about anything and everything until a guard told Yancy that his time was up. In all of this time you never mentioned your life outside of prison and he never mentioned his life inside of it unless it related to the conversation in some way. Neither of you had wanted to let the other know that life without the other wasn’t as bright as they thought it would be.

Damn you both for falling in love with a person you seemingly couldn’t have.

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You were in the shower scrubbing up when the music on your phone was interrupted by the sound of your ringtone. Grabbing it, you checked the number and chuckled a little. The one pitfall of contacting each other via phone was that you could be doing anything when he would call. Pressing the answer button, you put the phone on speaker and put it back on the sink where you had it.

“Hi Yancy.” you said as you washed the soap off of your body.

“Hey. Are youse okay, youse sound far away?” he asked, sounding confused and slightly concerned.

“Yeah I’m fine, I was just showering when you called.” you said as you rinsed conditioner out of your hair, having left it in for a little bit so your hair could soak the moisture in.

“Oh! Sorry ‘bout that. Kinda hard to tell what youse doin’ these days.” the apologized, a slight chuckle laced in his voice.

“It’s fine hun, I’m almost done anyway. So what’s up?” you asked him, shutting the water off and grabbing a towel to dry your body off.

“Ah, well I thought youse should know...my chance at parole is coming up.” he brought up awkwardly.

“Oh. And?” you asked cautiously, stopping what you were doing to hear him properly.

“And...I’ve decided to take it.”

And damn if those words didn’t make you the happiest person in the world.

“Really? That’s amazing hun, I’m so glad.” you said eagerly as you moved to towel dry your hair.

“Yeah, uh, I was also wondering if youse would be willing to, yanno, let me stay with youse until I could find some place to go?” he asked, his voice sounding awkward and slightly strained. You could tell that it was hard for him to ask for your help with this, but it didn’t deter you in the slightest.

“Of course you can stay. I’ll set up the guest room for you and make sure I have enough food for the both of us. Just be sure not to shower for hours like you do there, as I’m actually paying the water bill.” you replied with a chuckle at the last part.

The relief in his voice was tangible in his voice. “Thank youse. My hearin’ is next week, so I’ll call and let youse know more about it then.”

You agreed, and then when you had put on your robe you grabbed your phone and turned it off of speaker phone to continue having your conversation with the Ohioan.

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As he had promised, the next week he called to tell you about his parole hearing.

“So I got granted for my’s parole. I met with my parole officer this mornin’.”

“That’s awesome! When are you getting let out?”

“Three days from now. Youse got everythin’ ready for me?” he asked curiously.

“I’ve had everything ready since you first mentioned your hearing.” you admitted sheepishly.

He gave a chuckle at the admission. “Good to know youse still lookin’ forward to seein’ me.”

“I’ve been wanting to see you since the night I left.” you admitted, a blush blooming on your cheeks.

The other side of the line was quiet and you couldn’t help but assume the worst. Neither of you talked about that night. Until now.

“Yeah. Yeah, me too doll.” Yancy finally admitted, sounding relieved.

You both continued to talk about anything and everything, and an idea popped up in your head. You asked about who his parole officer was, and while he was slightly confused on why you’d want to know he gave you the officer’s name. Before long he had to go, and you wished each other a goodbye. This goodbye was easier than the rest though, as you knew you’d be seeing him in three days.

In the meantime you looked up his parole officer, got their number, and decided to make a call. You explained your idea to them, wanting to get permission first just in case it would violate his parole, mainly with him not being allowed to leave after a specific geographic point. With a bit of a chuckle, his parole officer granted the permission needed to put the idea into effect and promised not to tell him. Thanking him, you hung up and started to plan Yancy’s first day as a free man. Or, as free as he would be for a while.

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I love to see you shine in the night like the diamond you are

No one's got to know what we do, hit me up when you're bored

Three days later you pulled up to Happy Trails Penitentiary, got out of your car and waited for him to walk out the gate. Seeing him walk out was such an overwhelming sight, and before you knew it you ran over to him and hugged him tightly. It had been years since you had seen him last, but he hadn’t changed one bit. Yancy stumbled under the force that you ran to and hugged him, but he kept his balance and awkwardly moved an arm around you.

“Hey doll, it’s good to see youse.”

“It’s so good to see you too Yancy.” you replied before pulling away from him. Noticing his clothes, you saw he wore a pair of black pants and a black and red plaid flannel. It looked good on him, and he would fit right in with everybody else. “Come on, we’ve got your new life to start.” you said as you grabbed his hand and tugged him to follow you to your car. He chuckled and followed after you, not that he had a choice in the matter.

Getting in, you both put on your seat belts and you started driving, not to home, but to start your plan. Yancy played with the radio until he found the type of music he liked, and turned it up to be able to listen to it but not loud enough to distract you.

All I hear is... Nothing feels better than this Nothing feels better Nothing feels better than this Nothing feels better, ooh now

He then watched out the window for a while as you drove. When you guys reached a specific point, he looked over at you.

“Uh, doll I’m not allowed to goes past this point.” he said, sounding very concerned and slightly scared. He had decided to try out parole to be able to see you and be with you, and he didn’t want to be thrown back in the same day he got out.

“Don’t worry about that, I’ve got it handled.” you reassured him as you drove past his parole limit to continue to the setting of your plan.

It took some time, but you pulled up to the closest beach and parked in the parking lot.

“Doll, whatcha doin’?” Yancy asked as you both got out of the car.

“I want your first day out to be a good one. Prove that it’s not all that bad out here.” you told him with a small smile.

He gave a small and shy smirk as he looked at you. “Youse didn’t have to go to all the trouble. It was already worth it to see youse’s face again.” he admitted, causing a small blush to appear on his and your face.

We don't gotta hide This is what you like, gotta admit Nothing feels better than this

“Well come on, we’ve got the rest of our day ahead of us.” you told him as you led him to a restaurant that was across from the beach. It was mainly seafood due to its location by the sea, but there were also options of burgers, fries, and even pizza. They also had a nice selection of desserts for after the main meal. You both ended up ordering burgers, fries, and some colas, and you both talked while waiting for your food to be ready. When it was served, you thanked the server and dug into your meals. The burgers were hot and juicy, the fries were crispy and delicious, and the colas were refreshing. Once you were both done you asked him if he wanted a dessert and he seemed hesitant.

“It’s okay Yancy, I don’t mind it if you do.” you told him.

“I kinda wanna try one of those milkshakes, but I dunno if I would be able to finish it.” Yancy told you as he watched a server making a milkshake.

“We could always share one.” you suggested. He looked back at you in surprise and you shrugged. “I wouldn’t mind trying one either, but we’re in the same boat. I wouldn’t be able to finish one by myself.”

“Alright, if youse sure.” he agreed after a moment. You nodded in response, and when your server came back over you asked if you could have a milkshake. You both had agreed on a chocolate one, though he liked chocolate more than you did. But this was his day, not yours. The server made your milkshake, put whipped cream on top and a cherry and brought it to you, handing over two straws. “Enjoy.” they said before leaving again.

You say we're just friends, but I swear when nobody's around I keep my hand around your neck, we connect, are you feelin' it now?

You and Yancy each grabbed a straw, removed the paper on it and stuck it into the milkshake. Due to the single serve cup for the milkshake, you each had to take turns taking a sip of the cold treat, though you both fell into an easy rhythm. You always did, and this was no different.

“So, what else does youse have planned for this adventure?” Yancy asked, making conversation as you both drank the milkshake. You finished your momentary sip and he went in for his as you answered.

“It’s supposed to get dark in a bit and I was thinking we’d watch the sunset, and there’s supposed to be music at the pier tonight. I thought we could maybe take a listen.” you told him as he drank his milkshake. When he came up from his momentary sip, he swallowed and nodded.

I get so high that I ignite, I swear to God, feel my feet leave the ground Ooh, yeah Your back against the wall, this is what you been talkin' about In my ears

“Alright, sounds good.” he said, and as he watched you take another turn at the milkshake he couldn’t help but think that you were amazing. You did all of this just for him and he couldn’t be anymore grateful to have you in his life. Ever since that day you went into prison you had changed his life, and now he was going to be spending it with you. What could he have possibly done to be so lucky?

You both finished up the milkshake and talked some more. You were given the bill and paid for your meals because he didn’t have any money yet due to it being his first day out. He felt bad about that, but you reassured him that him being around and out of prison more than made up for it. You both walked out and walked back across the street to the beach, walking across it as the sun set.

“It’s beautiful tonight.” Yancy commented as he watched the sunset. You nodded in agreement.

“It sure is.”

Nothing feels better than this Nothing feels better Nothing feels better than this Nothing feels better, ooh now

When the sun left the sky and the stars came out shimmering in the black sky, some music started to play at the dock and you smiled, taking his hand to join in on the fun. There was a small band set up on the pier and playing music people could dance to. Looking at him, you tilted your head towards the music in a silent offer to dance, which he agreed to with a hesitant nod.

We don't gotta hide This is what you like, gotta admit Nothing feels better than this

“Just follow my lead.” you told him as you placed a hand at his waist and connected your left hand to his right one.

You know that if I left I'd take you back When you say it, you say it like that, oh yeah

You know that if I left I'd take you back When you say it, you say it like

As you led, you moved left a couple of steps, moved back a couple of steps and then made you both sway from side to side a little before having him move left and you move right a couple steps, made him move back a couple steps, then sway side to side again. It was a cute and slightly elaborate square you were dancing in, but it was perfect for the both of you.

Soon enough you grew tired and he did as well, and you both walked back to the car, him grabbing the keys off of you and getting in the drivers seat to go home. Home. It felt odd calling somewhere that wasn’t the prison home, but he knew that being with you would give him the best home he ever had. Because you were there, and you were on his side. Looking over at you in the passenger seat he saw you had fallen asleep and he smiled a little before paying attention to the road again. Yeah, life on the outside was definitely going to be okay.

Nothing feels better than this Nothing feels better Nothing feels better than this (Nothing feels better) ooh now, now We don't gotta hide (This is what you like, gotta admit) Nothing feels better than this (Better than this) Nothing feels better than this

#yancy x reader #fluff #i just love him so much #angst at the start #bit of narration before getting into the story #second person to maintain gender neutrality #he calls reader doll but that's all that can be considered feminine #a heist with markiplier #probably a songfic

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inkrabbit · 4 years ago

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Through His Property

I randomly had a thought for this, said fuck it and wrote a fic. Enjoy

Summary: After the truck’s engine gives out, Dan leads his little brother home. Too caught up in conversation, he doesn’t realize they’ve hopped the wrong fence on their journey back until it’s too late.

Word count: 1,895

“Dunno what you’re doin’ out here this late,” Walking down the road, Dan glances over at his younger brother, letting out a yawn and going to pop his neck. “Wasn’t Alex supposed to drive ya home?”

“Alex bailed,” he replies bitterly, looking anywhere but at him. “Steph shows her face and he forgets all about me.”

Dan groans, rolling his eyes. It had been the second time this week he had to come to Sam’s aid, the teen needing a ride home from some stupid party that was too far from home. He should’ve just let him walk and experience the consequences he did when he would go to parties, but those thoughts were always dashed away when he would call, whining into the receiver about how one of his friends weren’t bringing him home for some reason.

Tonight, however, had been different. Dan had come to pick him up like a good brother, sure, having stolen his dad’s keys and took the truck in the dead of night to drive out to some obscure address he was sent. Problems started to rise after five minutes into the ride home, the truck’s engine starting to smoke. Dan had cursed to high heavens, pulling off to the side of the road and getting out. He had popped the hood and went to unlatch it, the smoke pouring out and making him cough. He already had an idea of what was wrong, having kicked aside an empty container of oil when he got in the first time. Sure enough, the oil’s stick is completely dry when he pulls it out. Dammit. Sam had suggested they wait in the truck until someone came, but after an hour of sitting around, they decided to test their luck walking. “We’ll end up home eventually,” Dan had told him.

They didn’t know how long they had been walking, Sam telling him the latest that was going on in his little friend group to keep them occupied. It seemed like nothing but drama, and it was quite the change from what he was used to himself. The parties he had been to were calmer, albeit a few drunken fights here and there. But the gossip he was hearing, it made him appreciate that he had only gotten into a few brawls.

Climbing a wooden fence, the teens make their way through the old field. Dan’s on some tangent now, chastising his brother for the stupid decisions he’s making and the road he’s going down. Sure, Sam throws some things back in his face, making it a point to bring up the night he had gotten arrested for trying to hotwire a car. A stupid mistake, he would admit, but he pushed their conversation away from the subject.

“I’m just tellin’ ya,” he sighs, looking around the field. Where exactly were they? He didn’t recognize anything, but the damn clouds had dimmed the moon’s glow. Were they going the right way? “You keep goin’ down this path, and you’re gonna regret it.”

“I know,” It’s a familiar tone, irritated and tired of hearing the lecture. It was the same one he had given his parents. “I’ll be fine, alright? I know what I’m doin’.”

“Ya better hope so,” His reply is quiet, too focused on trying to pinpoint exactly where they are. He’s tracing the black silhouettes, mapping out the treeline and… had that little house always been there?

“You even listenin’ to me, Dan?” Sam reaches out to nudge his brother’s shoulder, an irritated look on his face.

“No,” he confesses blandly, finally turning to meet his gaze. “Hey, you know where we are?”

“I was just following you,” It’s not the reply he’s looking for, but now that he’s brought it up, Sam’s looking around as well. “Don’t uh… remember any of this.”

“Yeah, that’s what I was thinkin’,” He groans, bringing a hand up to rub his face. “Shite. Think we hopped the wrong fence.”

“Should we go back, or…?” That’s when Dan hears it. Among the crickets chirping and his brother trailing off, it’s the soft click that sends a chill up his spine. He knows where they are now, the old stories he heard growing up hitting him like a train. Out of all the properties they had to walk across, he had to pick the one that belonged to Mr. Henry, a crazy old man with an itchy trigger finger.

The shot rings out, a deafening pop that has Sam screaming and Dan dragging him down to the ground. The bullet flies past them, embedding itself in a nearby tree. His grip is harsh as he drags the younger teen up, the two running as another shot rings out, this one closer. He shoves Sam in front of him, the two headed for the treeline in an attempt to lose him. He can feel the adrenaline take over, blood rushing in his ears as his heart starts racing. His mind feels clouded, but the one and only thought he can think of right now is to get them to safety.

Reaching out, he grabs onto Sam’s jacket and tugs him to the side, the two crouched behind a fallen tree and panting heavily. Mr. Henry is yelling, his voice raspy as he calls out to them. He’s shining a flashlight around, his movements steady and looking for movement in the blinding light. Dan risks it as he looks around, admiring everything the flashlight picks up as it scans through the trees. He doesn’t see a whole lot, nothing that could help them get away from the man anyway. They duck down further behind the old log as the light passes over them, and he catches the fearful look in Sam’s eyes.

“We’re gonna get out of this,” he murmurs to him. When the light passes over and the man is looking elsewhere, the two move from their spot, crouched down and sticking close together. They’re running when they notice the light flood behind them, a bullet ripping into the ground and making Sam jump up. He’s quick to grab onto Dan’s jacket, the older teen stumbling forward and almost losing his footing as he’s pulled upright. He follows his brother deeper into the woods, both beyond lost at this point. Nothing looked familiar, and it only increased his paranoia. Mr. Henry probably knew these woods inside and out, and they didn’t have a clue where they were going.

Coming up on an old shed, it finally happens. A bullet rips through Dan’s jean’s, just grazing the surface of his thigh and making him hiss out in pain. He stumbles forward when he tries to put his weight on it to keep running. Sam catches him before he can fall to the ground, leading him into the shed and dropping to the ground when another shot rings out. The bullet flies through the door, hitting the wall just under a table on the other side of the room. Willing himself forward, Dan plants his hands on the counter, panting heavily as he stares down at the old shotgun laying there. He glances over to Sam, watching him cower in the corner of the shed, whimpering softly as he tries to catch his breath. With shaky hands, he reaches over to the opened box of shotgun shells, fumbling to pour them out and into his hand. He’s moving too fast, body shaking as he tries to ignore the stinging in his leg – tries to ignore the distant screaming that’s getting closer. He can barely focus, worried that the next gunshot is going to rip right through his spine and he’s going to die right there.

His father’s voice rings out in his head, the old lessons he had years ago when he was first interested in learning about guns. He tries to focus on what he’s meant to do, trying to calm the shaking in his hands as he places a single shell into the loading flap. The yelling is getting louder, and it makes him sick to hear an excited tone in the man’s voice. He pushes the shell forward, the click bringing him some peace. There’s no time to load more, and he finds himself for once praying, begging to no one in particular that he makes this shot count. Holding the slide release, he uses the last of his fading strength to pump the slide. Slowly limping away from the door, he takes a stand by the end of the table, barrel trained on the entrance.

“Ya thought ya could come onto me property!” Mr. Henry calls out, cackling as his footsteps grow closer. Just a little more. “Now look at ya! Trapped like the rats you are!”

When he gets right outside the door, Dan pulls the trigger, bracing himself for the harsh recoil. It puts strain on his leg and he grits his teeth, falling a bit and leaning against the wall behind him. They hear the distinct sound of the man falling to the ground, a disgusting choking noise to follow. Sam slowly gets up, rushing over to his brother and pulling him upright, hooking his arm around his waist and letting him lean against him. Both of their ears are ringing from the shot, the shotgun being dropped to the ground. Hearts pounding, the two make their way for the shed’s now busted door. Mr. Henry was laying on the ground, choking up blood as his hand weakly holds onto his stomach.

“Looks like we ain’t trapped anymore,” Sam grumbles. He tries not to look for too long, the sight of the old man making him sick. He can see an old dock behind the shed, and he can hear the soft sound of a boat creaking on the water. He feels relieved, his grip on Dan tightening as he leads him over.

“Told ya we’d get out of this,” Dan chuckles as they make their way across the wooden dock, footsteps heavy and tired.

“Where do you think this goes?” He helps the older teen into the boat first, unsteady and almost scared. Removing the decaying rope from the wooden post, Sam slowly eases himself into the boat next, laying the rope on the floor.

“Uh… somewhere? Hell if I know,” Dan’s looking around, bringing a hand up to scratch at his beard. His free hand is clamped around his thigh, blood staining his jeans and skin.

“… ya ain’t gonna tell ma about this, are ya?” Sam’s question makes the older teen scowl as he gestures to his leg.

“Oh, sure!” he snaps, “Tell her how, not only did we screw up dad’s truck, but were chased through the woods, I got shot, and then I killed old man Henry!”

“It would be quite the story,” he chuckles. Dan just mocks him as he turns to look out at the calm waters. “Ya think we’ll get home soon?”

“We’ll get somewhere eventually,” he assures him. The silence that falls over them is peaceful as the boat slowly continues its journey through the water. The clouds have passed now, allowing the moon to illuminate their way. They still weren’t anywhere they could identify, but once they hit land, they were confident they would find their way home. Looking at Dan, Sam finally speaks:

“Do you remember where we left the truck?”

#my fics #my work #my oc #personal work #spur of the moment #this was supposed to be longer #spoiler #it's not long at all #was lowkey shooting for 3k words #I lied to myself #blood tw #Dan Cooney

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thelittleredheadedmusician · 4 years ago

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The Hattrick

Rating: PG 1,698 words Gen AO3

There is a strong possibility that Mia is in hell. It’d be vaguely poetic and certainly fitting if her personal hell were an empty warehouse. The fact John Constantine is here definitely sells the idea.

“You just had to go for the hattrick,” Mia grumbles. She lowers her bow as the rumpled looking magician sticks his hands in his coat pockets.

John shrugs, “You did jinx it, love.”

Mia huffs. Taking the arrow off the string, she reaches over her shoulder to slide it back in her quiver. Begrudgingly, Mia is willing to admit that the circumstances are better this time around at least. For one, she knows where she is, isn’t in her pjs or barefoot, and has not been captured or tied up by goons. Plus, she’s got her bow and the crate John just rounded was the last area she had to sweep before determining that the warehouse was indeed empty. The presence of the Englishman currently partaking in his favorite bad habit pretty much did Mia’s job for her.

Crossing her arms, Mia watches the smoke from John’s cigarette float towards the ceiling. Some hangs back to give him a hazy looking halo as he leans against the crate.

“I’d say we should stop meeting like this but apparently the universe would just take that as a challenge,” she says flatly.

Barking a laugh, John pushes himself upright and nods. “Normally I’ve got good luck but you’re turning out to be a bad penny, love.”

Mia drops her arms as she frowns, stepping closer to John despite the acidic smelling fog. She makes a big show of examining him, exaggerating her expression as she goes. “I don’t see you hanging by your ankles or otherwise incapacitated today. And we did have fun that first time. Or at least you got drunk and got me kicked out of Oblivion. Not sure how any of that is bad luck for you.”

John narrows his eyes and blows out a long stream of gray-white smoke. “But unlike your Righteousness, I don’t work for free. And on our last few encounters I got stiffed.” He leers, taking two thin fingers to remove the cigarette from his lip, “Unfortunately not literally.”

Rolling her eyes, Mia waves at the growing cloud. “Still underage, still not interested. Besides, I thought you conned space, time, and Zatanna into leaving with you last time.”

“Clever.” John does a short little nod as his lips and nose scrunch up. He takes another drag and eyes Mia carefully. “You do know I’m just winding you up, right? Don’t have any intentions towards ya. Remind me a bit of my niece if I’m bein’ honest.”

Mia smiles, letting herself roll her eyes since the mask will help soften the blow. “I do. You would’ve known it a while ago if I thought you were serious. Probably with a fist to the face.”

Despite his reputation, appearance, rudeness, and overall general bad attitude, John Constantine is a good person and she knows this. That much was obvious when they first met. Besides, they have a similar worldview of looking out for the little guy. Let someone else handle an alien invasion, and sure they’ll walk into the middle of a battle to save the world if they have to, but they’d rather help the single mom down the street. And piss off the powers that be.

“Can we get back to our regularly scheduled snark and gallows humor now?” she offers him a smirk.

John’s twisted expression smooths to match hers. “Gladly. So what’s a nice girl like you doin’ in a place like this?”

“Nearly hunting chain-smoking warlocks for sport, apparently.” Mia bares her teeth as John blows a thin stream of the aforementioned smoke over his shoulder.

“Point taken.”

“Not quite, I put my arrow away remember?”

“Heh,” John huffs and gestures towards her, “you’re quick today.”

“Well they don’t call me Speedy for nothing,” Mia drawls.

That has John genuinely laughing, hard enough he coughs a little on the smoke hanging around him. He takes that as his cue to stub his cigarette out on the bottom of his shoe and flick the butt off into the warehouse. Mia can’t help but frown as she watches.

“Maybe you should quit. That didn’t sound good,” concern leaks into her voice.

John waves her off, waving the some of the haze away too. “Survived lung cancer once and I still didn’t learn me lesson. No point quitting now. ‘Sides,” something like mischief lit his eyes, “I’ve got a couple-a tricks up my sleeves.”

The hair on the back of Mia’s neck prickles. Wearing a look like that she believes John had conned the devil himself. “Just as long as they don’t wind up spilled all over the ground again,” she shoots back in an almost automatic defense mechanism.

Chuckling, Johns ducks his head. He nods slightly though, almost conceding that she’s made a point. Mia grins as he raises his brows and glances up at her. “So what’s caught Speedy’s ire today? ‘Sides yours truly of course.”

“Of course,” Mia agrees seriously. Her straight face lasts only a few seconds before a smile flickers, threatening to break out. Mia tamps it down as she straightens her spine, jutting her chin out just a hair. It gives her an air of authority that is nothing short of absurd which wins her laughs from Ollie every time. It works on John too. His chuckles increase as she adds a dry look.

“Reports of gunrunners in the area, this seemed the most likely option for their base but it’s disgustingly poorly guarded if it is. I haven’t even seen a single camera and you’re the only person I’ve run into. Should probably see what’s in these,” Mia sighs, gesturing vaguely to the stacks of crates that surround them. “What about you?”

John sighs as he pulls his lighter from his pocket. Spinning it in his hand and flicking the top open and closed as he says, “I’m currently in hiding. Not that it’s doing much good.”

“What’d you piss off in London that you had to come all the way to Star to get away from it?” Mia’s brows draw together in surprise. Despite her amused tone she tightens her grip on her bow. If John’s running from it it’s probably serious. Or pissed. Or both. Granted the likelihood that he’s avoiding a poker debt or ex is pretty high on the list of possibilities too but Mia likes to err on the side of caution in all aspects of her life anymore. Even jumping headlong into danger.

He makes a weird, almost rueful noise. “I was in San Francisco,” he admits sheepishly.

Mia doesn’t even try to cover her laugh.

“But Zee and I parted on good terms,” he adds quickly, almost nervous sounding.

“Sure you did,” she teases. “This time.”

John rolls his eyes and scoffs but doesn’t deny it.

“What’re you running from?”

“Myself, mostly,” he admits wryly. “Wandered in here on a hunch though. Coming across you seems to have been what the universe wanted.”

She makes sure to arrange her features into her most skeptical look.

“Look, it wasn’t intentional,” he grumbles.

Mia believes him but it’s too much fun giving John a hard time. “If you say so. Look, if you’re here you can make yourself useful” – he quirks a brow but Mia charges ahead – “and help me see if there’s any weapons in these.” She pats the crate next to her.

“And what do you define as weapons?” John’s smirk is back.

“Don’t be difficult,” Mia says. She turns, pulling one of her sturdier arrows out to leverage the lid off.

“Strewth, that’ll take ages,” he complains, coming up beside her. “I’m all for doing your own dirty work but I’ll pay the price to get out of this.”

Mia turns in confusion but John’s already backed up and rifling through his pockets. He pulls his pack of cigarettes out and a piece of string. Tying it around the pack, he lets it hang loose a few inches off the ground. The effect is that John looks vaguely like he’s taking his Silk Cuts for a walk as they sway slightly over the toes of his boots. He mumbles something but Mia’s never been able to make out John’s magic words before, why would today be any different? The cigarette pack swings a bit more, almost making a circle as it does so. John watches it closely but over the next few minutes the motion never changes. Mia’s reaching the end of her patience when it stops moving to hang loose over his shoes again.

“What was that supposed to do?” She doesn’t bother to hide her dry amusement.

“Find your ‘weapons.’” He doesn’t make air quotes as he reels in his cigarettes, taking one out to stick behind his ear, but Mia can still hear them and see them in the curl of his lips.

“I might be a mere mortal, but it doesn’t look like it worked,” she says sarcastically.

“Oh it worked. There just wasn’t anything to find.” John shrugs and shoves his hands back in his pockets.

Mia curses, long and loud. What a waste of a Saturday.

“I knew I put up with you for a reason,” John says.

“You, put up with me?” Mia raises an incredulous brow.

“C’mon love, we’ll go to Oblivion and I’ll make it up to you.” He holds his arm up, flicking his wrist as though to sweep her under it.

“Still underage, still got kicked out last time,” Mia reminds him flatly.

“Ack, I’ll buy ya a root beer.” John shrugs, having put his arm down and begun walking out the warehouse.

“I’ve never seen you buy anything and I spent an entire day with you once.”

“Fine, I’ll get you a root beer.” He smiles back over his shoulder to where Mia still hasn’t moved. “This is a limited time offer, love. One I’m not planning on making again.”

“Constantine,” Mia grumbles, but rushes to catch up with him.

John nudges her as he grins, “There’s our girl, Speedy.”

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