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jazzthatonewriterchick · 1 year ago

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Lovers & Friends (18+ Fic)

Pairing: Keigo Takami x Black!Fem!Reader (Friends to Lovers)

Synopsis: In which you and Keigo have begun to realize the strange new feelings you both have for each other after one drunken night at a close friend’s wedding that ends with you in his bed, but because of your longtime friendship and committed relationships with other people, you’re more than happy to forget that night even happened and keep your mutual feelings in the dark…for now, at least.

Story Warnings: Smutty smut; 18+ (MINORS GET AWAY); Cheating/Infidelity; Mating; Light Degradation; Spanking; Exhibitionism; Multiple Positions; Creampie; Unprotected PIV Sex; Facials; Scent Play; Marking; Spitting; Deepthroating; Cunnilingus; Begging; Edgeplay; Power Play; Daddy Kink; Some Angst; Hurt/Comfort; Mild Violence

Disclaimer: I own none of the characters mentioned in this fic. However, as this is my writing, I do not give permission for my work to be reposted on any other sites that are not from my own accounts. Thank you!

Writer's Note: This week has been hella weird (I think it's cuz of an eclipse coming or Friday the 13th) but in other news, HAS ANYONE SEEN THE NEW JJK EPISODE? BITCH NANAMI CAN HAVE ALL OF ME. -Jazz

Chapters: One. Two. Three. Four. Five. Six. Seven. Eight. Nine. Ten. Eleven. Twelve. Thirteen. Fourteen. Fifteen. Sixteen. Seventeen. Eighteen. Nineteen. Twenty. Bonus Chapter.

Read on AO3 here!

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Chapter Thirteen: I'll Kill For You.

That night across the city, Keigo is tossing and turning in his king-sized bed.

Usually, on a Friday night such as thing one, he would be inviting his friends over for a little kickback or play a round of video games. Maybe he’d even be out in the streets, bar hopping or going to clubs.

But tonight, he doesn’t want to socialize. He doesn’t want to be with anyone. His phone has been blowing up since he’s gotten home, but he ignores it. He even smoked a blunt and went to bed early for work tomorrow, also hoping this would calm his mind that is won’t shut the fuck up about you and Sakura.

But it won’t. No matter what, his brain keeps replaying Monday afternoon when you looked so damn good in your work clothes when he met you for lunch and the moment Sakura walked out on him last weekend.

“Dammit,” he swears, frustratedly sitting up in his bed. He figured going to bed early in time for work tomorrow would help him clear his mind for a while, but he was wrong. All he can think about are you, Sakura, and how fucked his situation is.

But mostly, his thoughts lie with you. He is glad things are “cool” with you after that lunch meeting you two had, but things are still…different. There is still that layer of attraction underneath every conversation you two have; every text he sends you; every laugh you give him at his jokes. That night at the hotel only made that attraction more palpable for him. He can’t even look at you the same way again.

“Fuck!” he growls, gripping his hair in frustration. This is ridiculous! He’s never going to get any sleep if his mind keeps racing like this.

So, against his better judgment, Keigo rises from his bed, tosses on some sweats and a tank top, and takes to the skies in an effort to stretch his wings, destress, and tire himself out enough to get some sleep. He originally plans to just fly about randomly, a particular route not planned…but what the fuck does he do instead?

He takes the route to your and Rumi’s apartment.

“You stupid motherfucker,” he sighs, criticizing himself and his need to see you. Logically, he knows he isn’t. There is about a one in ten chance he’ll actually see you in your bedroom window, especially considering that you and Rei aren’t a thing anymore and as far as he knows, you’re single. So when he pulls up to your condo, he expects to see your bedroom curtain closed for the night.

What he doesn’t expect to see, however, is Rei’s ass strutting out of the condo building like a proud peacock. Keigo pauses in his route immediately and zips behind the building, pressing his front up against the brick wall.

He peeks out from the side, sneakily eyeing your ex-boyfriend as he practically skips down the steps of your building. Why was he in there? Could you two have talked? Are you back together? God, he hopes not. How could you have taken back a fraud like that?

Rei begins to whistle a low tune as he digs into his pocket for his car keys. He clicks a button on the pod, causing the headlights on a white sports bar parked off to the side of the street to blink on.

Keigo carefully examines everything about your ex as he pauses for a moment to take a call when his phone rings, noticing how careless he seems. He even turns around, facing away from his car, as if he has no care in the world.

That kind of confidence can only be accomplished through something he managed to receive. Is it you? Did he come over begging for you back and you said yes? Could you have met him for dinner tonight, gotten too drunk, and had sex with him, which is what he was chasing after all along?

“This raggedy bitch,” Keigo snarls.

The more he thinks, the angrier he gets. And that anger propels him toward Rei’s car, right behind his back without him even sensing the pro. Keigo is just too fast. He zooms right by and settles onto the hood of Rei's car, one foot up while the other dangles above the ground. He waits for Rei to finish his car, half of the conversation nothing but mumbling.

When he finally hangs up with a laugh, Keigo makes his move. “Stalker much, Tempo?” he asks.

Rei startles and immediately whips around to find Keigo sitting on the hood of his car. Keigo smirks a this reaction, glad he can scare the guy. At the sight of Rei’s eyes narrow. “Well, if it isn’t the number two pro hero,” he huffs. “You mind getting off my car?”

Keigo cracks his neck, making Rei tense. “Yeah, I do mind,” he growls. “Nice ride, by the way. I can only imagine what kinda shit you’d be able to get with your award.”

A cool smirk that ticks him off stretches across Rei’s face. “Well, we’ll see in a week, won’t we?” he curtly chuckles. “If you don’t get off the car, I’m taking you with me. I don’t think Y/N would wanna see you under a car though.” His smirk only grows wider.

Keigo imagines punching it off of his face. This fucker is way too cocky and confident right now. Something definitely happened with you tonight. “Were you with her tonight?” he asks, cutting right to the chase. He knows that this doesn’t concern him, but if you’re going to be with anyone else, he'd rather it be someone who isn’t an insecure phony.

Rei’s smirk fades, replaced with a bitter stare. “Why’s that any of your business?” he asks, placing a hand on his hip. That makes Keigo even angrier for some reason, despite him being right…but shit, he doesn't wanna hear it from him!

He begins to argue that your happiness is absolutely his business, but Rei stops him. “You think you’re gonna take my place?” he acerbically hisses.

Keigo’s mouth abruptly closes, his brows furrowing in confusion. What the hell is he talking about? “You think I don’t know what you’re doing?” Rei asks, an accusatory look on his face. "Trying to intimidate me, scare me out of breaking up with Y/N so you can steal my spot?”

Keigo silently stares at him for a minute, wondering if this man had too much to drink and is just saying shit. “Okay,” he begins. “First of all, you’re crazy. Second of all, Y/N already broke it off with you. Third, you’re crazy.”

Rei chuckles at his insult, rolling his violet eyes. “Not crazier than someone desperate enough to intimidate their best friend’s boyfriend,” he rebuttals.

Keigo scowls at his words, realizing that he’s talking in the present tense again…as if he is still your boyfriend. Rei laughs, finding humor in this. “What, you didn’t hear? We got back together just tonight. A few hours ago, actually.” A suggestive smirk stretches across his punchable face. “I’m sure you can smell the perfume.”

Keigo immediately jumps off of the car, his wings shuddering with anger. “You’re lying.”

Rei raises an eyebrow at him. “Am I?” he challenges. He raises his phone to Keigo, that smirk still on his lips like he’s winning this game. “You want me to call Y/N so she can tell you herself?” Keigo blankly stares at the phone, his jaw tightening. he’s almost tempted to say yes.

Rei cackles, making the winged pro want to wring his neck. “You’re pathetic for trying this card, Hawks,” he sighs pityingly. “I mean, as a pro, you should be smarter than this thinking you could break us up and steal your way into Y/N’s heart…or bed.”

Keigo's ears perk at the last part and his top lip begins to twitch––something that happens when you’ve got him heated. “Da fuck’s that supposed to mean?” he asks through a growl.

Rei isn't the least bit intimidated, or is at least pretending he isn’t. “Look, who you spend the night with is my business,” he says, putting his hands up in mock defense, “but everybody knows you get around. Is that what your current girlfriend is? A one-night stand that turned into a weekly nightstand?”

His eyes turn into darkened, violet slits, his stare becoming ice cold. “How is she, by the way?” he asks. “Does she know you cheated on her with your best friend?”

Keigo swears his heart falls into his ass. At the sight of his shock, Rei smirks. “Yes, I know. Y/N told me and she seemed pretty torn up about it. Even said it was a total mistake and wished it never happened.” He sighs, putting a hand to his heart. “She even persuaded me to walk away even after she told the truth. How amazing of a girl is she?”

Keigo digs his nails into his palms so hard that he winches at the stinging sensation he feels. But it’s all he can do to not clock this joke of a man and a pro hero standing in front of him. He knows that Rei is just trying to rile him up, but he won’t let him.

And as pissed as he is that you took him back and that you told him the truth even after you swore him to secrecy, he also knows that this is your decision. He has no say in who you date being that he is just your friend. And only your friend.

He takes a deep breath and relaxes his shoulders that are wound up tighter than a drum. After finding his inner peace, he looks at the man in front of him, calm and collected. “Look, Rei,” he starts, “I’m not here for this or to break you and Y/N up if it’s true that you’re back together. I just want her to be happy.”

Rei’s smile is bitter, not at all touched by this. “Well, isn’t that sweet of you?” he scoffs. “Now get the fuck away my car.”

But Keigo doesn’t budge. Instead, he stands there as one of his feathers separates from one of his wings and sharpens to the point. It then zips through the air to stop at the hood of Rei’s car where it sits dangerously close to the metal, its point nearly digging into it and creating a scratch. The fear that crosses Rei's face is nearly orgasmic for him.

“Listen carefully unless you want a feather fuckin’ up your paint job,” he says in a dangerously low voice fit for a horror flick. “Y/N is very important to me, and so is her happiness. She’s like my family.”

He steps closer to Rei, getting up into his personal space. It’s enough to intimidate Rei even further and make Keigo even happier. “And if anyone fucks with my family, they….” He pauses, letting his words and the meaning behind them linger in the tense air between them.

Rei tries to act tough, but Keigo can see his Adam’s apple bob––an indication that Keigo has got him by the balls. “They what?” he quietly asks.

But Keigo doesn’t finish his previous sentence. He can’t. It would be too violent. Plus, to see Rei squirm makes him happier than he’d like to admit. “Just be careful with her, alright?” he says, a warning in his tone. "You hurt her once; don’t do it again.”

Without another word, he turns to walk away from Rei, mostly to ignore the urge to punch him for the one time.

But as he does, Rei has more say to him: “Is that a threat, Hawks?” he calls after the winged pro, definitely intending to poke the bear and push Keigo to do something he’ll highly regret.

Keigo stops short, standing in the silvery moonlight a few yards away from Rei. He flaps his wings once, giving Rei a sight of the majestic, crimson creation that is attached to his back. His feather comes zooming past Rei’s face, nearly taking a bit of his ear and causing him to flinch out of the way.

Once his feather has connected back with the other bunch, Keigo cracks the other side of his neck and glares daggers at your boyfriend from across the lot.

“That’s a promise, Tempo,” he warns. “Don’t test me.” And then, in a flash of red, he's gone.

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missvelvetsstuff · 1 year ago

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Guarded Heart

Bucky Barnes x Reader

MobAu

Chapter 22

Notes: sorry this took so long. I've been home for a week but everyone keeps interrupting my creative process. Anyhow here it is and we're almost at the end, last chapter is already half written so hopefully won't take too long.

Warnings: lite angst, swearing, a hint of dirty talk. I think that's it.

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"She's awake and asking for you"

Bucky felt his stomach drop at the thought of talking to Y/N right now. After the anger that washed over him as he found his room empty when she ran away to confront Zemo, then seeing her weak and barely coherent before she collapsed when Zemo was shot, Bucky wasn't sure he could keep himself from yelling or crying, either seemed likely but he-

He looked up as Y/N's mother interrupted his internal dialog, looked at him sternly. "Don't you go upsetting her, James. Stress will only extend her recovery time."

Bucky looked at the floor like a kid being chastised by their mother "Yes ma'am. I'll be good."

"You'd better. If you hurt her you'll see what a mobsters wife can do."

Bucky looked over at his own mother who was looking at him, arms crossed over her chest, nodding.

He headed up the stairs, anxiety racing through him.

When he arrived at his room he could hear singing, weak and off key but it was a song he recognized.

"Countryyyyy roooooads, taaake me hooooome, to the plaaaaace I belooohoong. West-"

She looked up at him, standing in the doorway with a goofy look on his face, and stopped singing.

Reaching her hand out for him she smiled, looking every bit as drugged up as she was "Jamie! Come sit with me."

How could he refuse an invitation like that. He sat on his bed, facing her and gently took her hand trying not to mess with her IV. "How are you feeling, doll?"

Her smile grew and she squeezed his hand "Awesome. Best I've been since the hospital."

Bucky smirked "Helen must have given you the good drugs."

Her eyes grew wide "Oh no, no, Jamie. I don't do drugs." She whispered loudly "Am I gonna get in trouble?"

He chuckled "Don't worry sweetheart, I'll keep your secret."

She looked at him shyly "Could you just hold me for a little bit?"

Bucky smiled "Of course, sweetheart." And pulled her into him.

"I'm gonna rest right now but we still need to talk" she slurred her words a bit as she curled into him and fell asleep. He relaxed and enjoyed her warmth next to him before dozing off himself.

Within a few days she no longer needed strong pain meds and was recovering well.

Bucky brought her some lunch "How are you feeling today? You look much better." He smiled warmly at her.

She shrugged "Improving, I guess. Getting bored of the same view. A little stir crazy."

They sat quietly for a moment before he spoke "You know, Y/N, you scared the Hell outta me. I wish you wouldn't rush into dangerous situations without thinking things thru."

She bristled "I wish you would listen to me and treat me as an equal. It wouldn't have been so dangerous if you hadn't blown me off."

Bucky felt his temper rising and tried to push it back down "You were in no condition to deal with Zemo. You had barely slept or eaten since your father died and you haven't taken proper care of your wounds since you lost your arm. What kind of fiance would I be if I just let you rush into a very dangerous situation like you did?"

She scoffed "Let me? If you let me? What are you my master? It's not your place to let me do anything, we're supposed to be partners and this won't work if you can't accept that. Besides, it wouldn't have been so dangerous if you had listened to me and backed me in the first place." She concentrated on her breathing to try and calm down.

Bucky sighed "Your father made me swear to protect you. I was trying to do the right thing, finally."

She shook her head "Is this some sort of sporadic protection based on your moods?"

Bucky shook his head "No, dammit Y/N I-" he took a deep breath and let it out slowly "I'm sorry. I don't know how to convince you of my sincerity. I'm trying to do better and I was worried about you. Which is why you will be under my personal care until Helen clears you."

She sat back and tried to relax again for a moment before her eyes filled with tears

"I'm sorry, Jamie. I know you didn't want me to go but I had to deal with Zemo myself. He's stalked me ever since I left him and I needed to see him go down." She looked around nervously

"He is gone, right? I don't really remember much after sneaking out."

Bucky considered telling her he was dead but there had been enough deceit since they agreed to marry so he stuck with the truth

"Zemo isn't dead but he was injured. Loki has him. He wants to make sure there aren't any other plots in the works. Zemo won't be getting anywhere near you again."

She nodded and visibly relaxed, then giggled "Good. Loki will take care of him." She squeezed his hand "Are we going to be ok? You sure you still want to marry me?" She paused "I mean knowing that I expect an equal partner?"

Bucky nodded and smiled softly at her "We're alright. I'd rather have a strong partner than some meek little wife. You scared the Hell outta me and I won't pretend I wasn't pissed but it's done now." He looked at her earnestly "Just please don't go off half cocked and throw yourself into trouble again."

She grinned at him "I can't promise I'll try but I'll try to try."

Bucky chuckled "Did you just quote Bart Simpson at me?"

She shrugged and smirked at him.

He ran a hand thru his hair "This is non negotiable. You're going to stay here and heal. Stop fighting me when I want to take care of you."

She huffed "Fine" leaned back and winced "Ugh, my whole body aches." then looked around "When can I get out of here?"

Bucky shook his head "Not any time soon. You're on bed rest until Helen says otherwise. I'll chain you to the bed this time if I have to, so be good."

She stuck her tongue out "I'm so much more fun when I'm bad."

He laughed again "I have no doubt, doll but being bad will have to wait until you are better."

"Do you think we should delay the wedding?" She looked around his room and smirked at him "I don't think we can fit everyone in here."

He shook his head at her, smiling "We'd better wait. I'm not marrying you until we can consummate the marriage." And winked at her.

She felt her face heat up and looked at her own hands, trying to ignore the heat in her core.

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Over the next 3 months Y/N followed Helen Cho's instructions to the letter. Including physical therapy to adjust to life with only one arm.

She was able to spend some time with her horses and did some riding with her mother leading her around the arena on Daisy. She had some challenges getting her balance but they took their time, a couple of days a week, and slowly she regained her seat.

Y/N and Bucky went on a number of dates, getting to know each other. Mostly staying in at her parents house which had a gourmet kitchen, formal dining room, screening room, music room, library, pool and tennis court. Not to mention the backyard with its plush lawn, pond/waterfall and gazebo decorated with fairy lights.

She introduced him to her horses and promised to teach him how to ride after the wedding.

They both felt the same pull to the other but were hesitant after everything that they had been through.

After a number of their dates they were both feeling more relaxed together, sitting together on the swing next to the pond when Bucky turned to face Y/N and reached for her hand "Y/N, doll. I'm so glad that you gave me another chance. I've really enjoyed getting to know you and feel like I'm falling deeper in love with you every day." He looked in her eyes hopefully "Can I kiss you?"

Y/N felt her whole body heat up and nodded "Yes, please. I thought you'd never-"

Bucky leaned forward silencing her with his lips firmly on hers, his right hand gently cupping her cheek, his left hand around her back pulling her closer to him. She tried to hold back a moan but it came out and he used the opportunity to slip his tongue into her mouth. She opened up for him and felt his moan when their tongues met, fighting for dominance until she softened up for him. He pulled her into his lap where she could feel the beginning of his arousal and wiggled against him which caused Bucky to groan deep in his chest and pull away, hands gripping her hips to hold her still.

"Y/N honey you can't do that. Don't tease, I might burst. I want you so bad, doll." He leaned his forehead against hers, trying to catch his breath.

She smiled and tried to move again then whispered in his ear "You have me, Jamie."

His hands tightened on her hips "I thought we agreed to wait until the wedding. We can't-"

She kissed him again, more passionately, running her hand through his hair then pulling, hard, exposing his neck to her. She gave him a look and nipped at his neck before pulling back.

"We did and we will. I just don't want you to forget what you are waiting for. In case your mind wanders or someone else catches your eye. Can't have you straying."

Bucky looked at her in shock before kissing her again "Are you kidding? How could I forget?" His voice lowered "I still remember how sweet your pussy tastes, how tightly she gripped my fingers. I wouldn't dare risk losing you again and for so much more than your sweet, tight-"

She pushed him away after a chill ran through her "Ok I get it."

"Doll, no one could ever compare to you and you always keep me on my toes. I'm all yours until you get sick of me."

She smirked at him "I guess you need to learn how to keep me on my toes then, Jamie."

Not long after that nite, Helen and the physical therapist gave the ok to start working on her prosthetic. This involved time in Tony's lab which would have been more interesting if he didn't insist that she touch nothing.

After a few meetings Tony almost had it ready and Y/N was getting bored sitting in his lab. "Tones! What are you doing? I didn't know this was going to take all day."

Tony rolled his eyes "Well, it's not like a new pair of shoes, you know. A prosthetic has to be fitted and attached properly, especially one like this."

He walked over to her with her new arm. It was a soft ashy grey with threads of gold like Bucky's.

"It's physically almost identical to your arm. Obviously the color doesn't match but I thought the softer color would be nice. It was tough getting the fingers as slender as yours but I think we did a decent job." He fussed with the piece on her shoulder for a minute before attaching the prosthetic.

She smiled "It's beautiful." She paused, surprised "I can feel you touching it, not just the pressure but the warmth of your hand." Her smile grew as did her eyes, which were leaking a bit "Tony, how did you do that?"

Tony smirked at her "I'm a genius, that's how." Then he mumbled "And Princess Shuri of Wakanda helped."

"I'll have to send her a thank you card, or a diamond necklace or something." She was looking her new arm over when something glinted in the light

"What's this?" She muttered as she stared, then looked up at Tony questioningly.

Tony grinned "Barnes brought it over a few weeks ago. I think the diamond goes well with the vibranium, don't you?" He looked scared when she didn't respond right away "Shit. You did want it, right? I mean you are still marrying him right?"

"I love it, Tony. All of it." Y/N hugged him until he was rasping for her to stop. She pulled away, looked down at her new arm "Yeah, so I guess I need to learn my strength. Sorry Tones"

They spent the afternoon going over the arms features, attaching and detaching, learning all the details.

Tony sighed "You still need to have physical therapy to teach your brain how to regulate your touch, it'll take time but you'll get there."

She looked at him seriously "Will three months be good?"

He nodded "As long as you keep up with the physical therapist and work on it, that should be enough time but this will be a lifelong deal since there will be updates.

Why? What's in three months?"

"We haven't sent the invites out yet but the wedding is in three months. I need to ask a favor."

Tony looked shocked "Another favor? Do you know what went into creating this arm? How much time I-"

She giggled "Of course I know but this is very important and I don't think anyone else can help me."

Tony sighed "Alright, lay it on me."

Y/N looked at him earnestly and whispered "Would you give me away?" Her voice cracking on the words.

His eyes grew wide "Me? Are you sure? I'm just-."

"Just my godfather and one of the few people I know I can trust and depend on. Please Tony?"

He hugged her "Of course, sweetheart. You know I'm here for you, always."

After her talk with Tony, Y/N went to his penthouse to find Pepper and Morgan, they had plans for lunch and dress shopping.

Since she knew it would take time for Y/N to adjust to her new arm Pepper ordered in and had one of her favorite designers bring in their latest wedding fashion.

When they couldn't find anything Y/N liked they all sat down and tossed ideas around until the designer produced an old sketch of a dress that Y/N loved. They made a few changes until it was perfect, then took her measurements and left with an appointment for a fitting in 3 weeks.

Y/N sat back on the sofa and looked at Pepper "I guess we're off." She forced a small smile "I'm really doing this."

Pepper took her hands "Hey, if you need to take more time or just cancel the whole thing-"

Y/N shook her head "No. No, I'm alright. The last year has just been a lot." She smiled a real smile and told herself and Pepper "It's gonna be good. I'll be good."

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softquietsteadylove · 2 years ago

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For the Thenamesh doctor AU. There is this patient (adult or kid) who has a mental breakdown and nobody can calm him down. So Thena calls Gil and ask him if he can give it a try :)

Maybe you can put a soft moment in the end?

"Gil?"

"Hey Honey," he grins at her, dropping his sandwich and wiping off his hands. He frowns at the look on her face. "What's wrong?"

Thena nods her head for him to come with her, which he does in an instant. "Husband of a patient in surgery. He's utterly beside himself and no one can get him to calm down."

"No one?"

"Not even Ajak," Thena pauses and looks up at him before they cross into the waiting room, "not even Sersi."

This is bad. Gil looks through the window of the swinging door and back to her. "And you think I can help?"

Thena shrugs one shoulder and looks up at him. He can't be sure, but he swears she's trying to look extra cute. "Well, you're the best at calming patients on the way here."

"That's-" he pauses, looking down as she rubs the zipper of his hoodie between her thumb and finger.

"I always find your company very soothing."

Dammit. She has to know how cute she is--she just has to! Gil sighs, "I'll try."

He pushes through the door and walks over to the man with his whole head in his hands, weeping and gasping for air. Sersi is beside him, speaking softly in that gentle accent of hers. But if not even she - the GP known for being as gentle as a butterfly - can calm him down, Gil really doesn't know what he's supposed to be able to do.

Thena must have told Sersi she was going for him specifically, though, because Sersi catches his eye and nods him over.

"Gil, this is Mister Wells. He's waiting for his wife to get out of an emergency bypass."

"Hi there," Gil begins gently, sitting in the seat Sersi vacates for him as she returns to her work. He leans forward in hopes of getting a look at the poor guy. "I'm a paramedic here at the hospital. Your wife is in surgery?"

The man mumbles something, still holding his head in his hands and now pulling faintly at his hair.

"Listen, I know you've been told a million times that we're doing everything we can, but," Gil pauses. It's true, sure. But that doesn't mean anything to this poor man. This poor bastard who is beside himself, sitting out here, unable to do anything. "But I guess I can't really promise you anything, huh?"

The absolutely haggard man finally pulls his head up and looks at Gil. At the very least, he definitely heard what he said, because he looks nothing short of aghast. "They sent you to comfort me?"

"I know," Gil shrugs, his hands in his hoodie pockets as he moves. "But my...someone asked me to come and talk to you. So I did."

His eyes run over Gil critically, "and what makes you so special?"

"Well, nothing, I guess," Gil purses his lips momentarily. "I'm not even a doctor, so I'm not really obliged to have any bedside manner or anything."

"I'll say."

"But," Gil pauses, his smile fading. "A few weeks ago...I guess I found myself in a situation a little like this. Nothing quite as serious, but...sure did scare me."

The older man finally looks at Gil--really looks at him. He sits up just a little, looking somewhat more like a human and less like a broken shell of a man. "Yeah?"

Gil nods, still haunted by the sight of Thena under that car. "Have nightmares about it and everything."

Mister Wells thinks for a second, sidestepping the question of what actually happened. "How'd you get through it?--the wondering, I mean. How'd you get through the...the what ifs?"

Gil takes a deep breath, thinking about the feeling of Thena's freezing cold hand in his and how she had let just a few tears slip out. "I...I guess I couldn't really get all the way there. I couldn't fully imagine what my life would be like without her."

Tears come to the poor man's eyes as he starts to curl up again. "I-I don't know-! I don't know what I'll do without her!"

Gil just pats the man's shoulder, letting him cry. He's sure that's all he would be capable of if Thena...

He had said those exact words to her; he had told her that nothing would happen to her, because he was there. But he didn't actually have that power to guarantee that. He would have put his very life on the line to do so, but sometimes things just don't work out that way.

It is true: he has had nightmares. Dreams of walking into the hospital and feeling something wasn't right. Looking for someone he can't name and yet whose absence he feels like a hole in his chest. He's had dreams of her dying in his arms, under that car, in the rain, and the cold, and him trying to help her entirely in vain.

"I can't tell you either," Gil offers, rather lamely, if he's being honest. Which he is. "But I can tell you that she'd tell you she loves you."

He looks at Gil again. "What?"

"She would tell you she loves you," Gil can guarantee. "And I'm sure she wouldn't want you out here tearing out the rest of your hair over it."

Wells gives Gil a look, which only encourages him.

"Look, I don't know what I'd do without Thena either," he professes entirely truthfully, hand - out of his pocket - to his heart. "But while she was in her surgery, I thought about all the things I love about her."

Finally - at long fucking last - the guy smiles a little.

Gil smiles too. "I thought about her laugh, about what jokes make her smile and which ones make her slap me on the arm."

Wells almost chuckles at that one.

"I thought about how I would tell her how beautiful she is, and how I can't imagine a single day without her."

The greying man nods, tears in his eyes, a smile on his face. Gil has finally found the right chord to strike.

"I thought about all the time we've had, all my favourite things about her," Gil sits back again, "and then, just like that, she was out. She was right in front of me again."

Wells sniffles a little, blinking away the last of his tears. "Yeah?"

"Yeah," Gil nods. "And I guess I should promise that it'll happen for you too."

Wells shrugs. He knows just as well as Gil does that there's no such guarantee.

"But," Gil shifts uncomfortably. He hasn't let himself think about this much since it happened. Why would he? "But if she...if she hadn't..."

Wells doesn't press him.

Gil leaves the statement as it is, but looks up and smiles at him as best he can. "I think I'd just keep thinking all that stuff. I would think about her every second, of every minute, until the day I die."

Both men nod, a level of understanding passing between them that far exceeds any well wishes or empty promises. Gil has offered what he can, and nothing more.

Wells extends his hand, which Gil shakes firmly. "Thank you."

Gil raises his brows, "I don't know if I can say I'm happy to help, but I'm glad I got to talk to you."

"I-"

"Mister Wells?"

Gil stands with him as Eros comes into view. He's not Gil's favourite of their co-workers, but the guy knows his way around a heart.

The Brit pulls off his mask to give the man a smile, "your wife has pulled through rather beautifully, sir. She'll be back in her room by the time you get up there, then I'll come see you about the plan moving forward."

Gil catches Wells before he can collapse to the floor in relief. Gil tries to keep the completely boneless man upright and nods to the surgeon, "thanks, man."

Eros offers Gil a stiff nod and leaves.

"Hey," Gil gets Wells back in his chair and pats his back. "Hey, it's okay. Everything worked out."

He nods, at least, his head in his hands again, although at least the tears are happy this time.

"Come on, you've gotta get hydrated," Gil pats his shoulder, offering his arm to help the man to go see his wife (and any water coolers they can find along the way).

"Th-Thank you," he pats Gil's arm as they shuffle along in elation.

Gil smiles at the man, happy he can go tell Thena all the good news. And finish his sandwich. "I'm happy I could help, sir."

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tinycol-a · 2 months ago

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The hotel Ch2

Cw: nonconsensual, prey and pred, neglect, abuse, fear, foul language, implied sex, nsfw, powerplay,

A few years after the whole incident Cullen did end up inheriting the Culinary Cove, taking that small pink prey with him...He tapped his pen numbly on the front office counter, until he heard Colas small little footsteps coming to his side.

"Mr. Cullen!" Cole smiled as his excitement showed in thin tail wagging behind him.

"I collected this week's rents for you sir...."

He wasn't the smartest or the best at counting due to lack of education, but he knew the basics and that was collecting money for his owner. The large man leaned down taking the green in Colas small hands, his brows furrowing in anger and confusion.

"That's all you got from one whole night? what the fuck happened?" Cullen scowled looking down at your $20...He only tolerated Cola because his clients like fucking the tiny thing, but this was ridiculous. He leaned back with a groan and rubbed his eyes with annoyance...

Cola paused for a moment...he could have sworn he would have had enough. His once excited ears tucked back down, He was really hoping to make Cullen happy with his earnings, but it was clear now that the pred was pissed...

"W-What? I swear you..." Cola trailed off in a bit of fear and confusion.

"What? you swear? what does that matter?" Cullen hissed in an annoyed tone and leaned on the counter. "No...Thats bullshit." he leaned closer to the small beastie. "How many clients did you serve tonight?"

"I-I slept with four preds tonight Cullen sir..." Cola mumbled timidly tilting his head down a bit in fear and humility.

"Four...Four?!" Cullen slammed his fists on the counter. He was mad, not only did you not make him enough money, but you used up a decent majority of the clients. "Only four??"

Cola's stomach twisted in fear and pain...he really thought he was going to make Cullen happy tonight and maybe he would have got the chance to cuddle up with his owner tonight but that never happens...His heart clenched feeling guilty. His body been getting hurt and broken by the preds constantly buying his services...his mind in a loop of being fuzzy and dull all the time from the constant stress.

"...I-I....It's...I'm sorry sir...I'll do more tonight"

Cullen leaned in closer, towering over cola as the little prey shrunk down. He scowled for a second before his face softened a bit as he noticed cola looked scared shitless. Cullen reached a large hand out and moved his rough fingers softly across Colas bruised jaw.

"Dammit... you're my best worker here in this shitty hotel..."

"I know...please.." Cola whimpered softly trying not to tear up...he knew how cruel preds could be and he understood that he was no use other then food to Cullen if he couldn't make money.

"I'll do a few more clients tonight and...I'll take my morning break and work the rest of the day and night sir I promise I-I'll r-reach my goals again.."

Cullen let out a small sigh as he looked down at Colas bruised body, he felt bad, but also didn't want to lose the prey's usefulness.

"I'm running a business here...and business is all I care about, you hear me?" He spoke softly but firmly, looking into colas eyes as he put a hand on his tiny shoulder.

"Yes sir..." Cola squeaked out. "Let me go fix up my makeup...t-tell my next client Max I'll be ready in a second."

Cullen nodded and leaned back a bit to let Cola pass by, He watched the prey go before looking at the money in his hands...thinking for a moment he spoke again.

"Cola!"

Cola turned around...A bit of hope tugged at his heart, his tummy fluttered a with butterflies. Maybe Cullen would notice how weak and exhausted he was. How hungry his little tummy was...maybe he would get his cuddles.

"Yes sir?"

He sat back in his chair. "How many clients did you have...yesterday?" Cullen had a look on his face, not quite angry but definitely not happy.

"9 sir.."

Cullen leaned forward again, his expression turning into a scowl. "Nine...nine and today you're telling me you only had four...because...you needed to take a break, correct?" He spoke in a stern tone, annoyance thick in his words.

The little hope feeling in Cola's tummy quickly died out crumbling down as he felt the anger in Cullen's voice.

"Please forgive me...I-I'm going to go get a 5th one right now I promise...h-how many would you like me to do tonight? I promise I'm a good boy...I didn't mean to; you know that right?"

"Don't you dare start playing the 'good little boy' card with me!" Cullen snapped in a sterner tone. He pinched the bridge of his nose as he tried to calm down. "Look...I need you to be productive, I'm losing money when you're not working, understand?"

"Yes...yes sir.." Cola gently mumbled putting his head down to rest his little filed down horns on Cullen's shoe in respect. "How many would you like me to do?"

He looked down at cola and sighed, looking at his small frail body, his cold eyes wandered over the bruises and the hickeys on the prey's skin. "At least 10 tonight..." He mumbled tilting colas chin up with the point of his shoe as he did.

Cola internally winced a bit...that would be 6 more pred's in total tonight...But he knew better than to say no. "Yes sir."

Cullen looked down again seeing how nervous cola was. "I take care of you, I feed you and I give you a place to sleep...I'm not a complete bastard got it?"

Cola nodded with a light swallow. "Does my makeup look ok, or do I need to touch it up..?" He asked lightly glancing up at Cullen. He hadn't seen a mirror yet so he couldn't see the tear stains...the bruises and the hickeys, the handprints.

Cullen reached down swiped some of the small tears off Colas bruised cheek and looked over the hickeys and bruises on the beasties tiny neck.

"You look fine...Just don't forget to smile." He said sternly yet gently as he sat back in his chair...He watched as Cola left, rubbing his temples. He wasn't mad at Cola, but he wasn't making enough money and needing breaks worried him, if you weren't his best employee...He didn't know what he'd do. The hotel wasn't exactly luxurious, but the rooms were clean and big enough, it had a few couches and a TV, a bed and a bathroom that wasn't the biggest, but it had everything one needed. Cullen sat at the front counter, mindlessly scrolling through his phone as he saw customers come in from time to time...

#g/t community #fear and hunger #male prey #whump community #giant tiny #whump scenario #male pred #whumpee #tiny #neglect #sad thoughts #hurt/comfort

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animescapist · 9 months ago

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ANIME REACTION YUBISAKI TO RENREN Episode 3

Okay, onwards I will try to catch up to this and Dungeon Meshi cause there're quite a lot of episodes out already. You may notice I would be uploading more than one episode reaction per week for these series in particular. I want to be at least caught up in reacting to these two because they are of this season's releases.

I noticed this is already rated 8.9 in MAL. That's quite high, guys. Well, let's see if the ratings live up to my standards. As I've said before, romance genres are not my favorite. This is usually because they're either unrealistic or at the very least the characters feel like they have no substance. Romcom genres are different because they have the other goal of making the audience laugh. But romance... there should be intense emotions involved, plus it is based on real life occurence. Judging from the first 2 episodes alone, I am giving this series like a 7/10. For now that is the benchmark rating.

I want to see a bit of drama or conflict developing between these characters because that's how things realistically happen in real life and I think this anime is trying to gauge to that realistic view of romance, hopefully. And then, I can rate it higher depending on how good the conflict is written and delivered in animation. So yeah, I'll see.

I listened to the opening again, and I truly, truly hope this anime will tug my heartstrings cause the opening surely has. The song is just fcking beautiful. I feel like I want to cry listening to it.

Yours truly may or may not be heartbroken irl. (Ｔ▽Ｔ) But yo homie's strong, so everything is daijobu... janai?

Holy shit, she draws better than me! What the heck! Also, how many nights has she been making this guide? Gurl? Are you studying for college or what?!

Bro STAHP! I'm facepalming.

God-fcking dammit! This guy is so fcking effortlessly charismatic. KAAAAHHH! YUKI STAY STRONG! ME TOO, I SHOULD STAY STRONG. AAAAAAAHHH!!! Is it just me or does his voice sound deeper here? ( ͡°⁄ ⁄ ͜⁄ ⁄ʖ⁄ ⁄ ͡°)

Bro, stop. I swear. If people do this out of nowhere towards anybody, they for sure would make people feel flustered and confused. It's misleading. It turns out to be fine here since we know they'll end up together. Real life? Doubt 100000.

A question we all have in our minds when we fall in love. I totally understand, Yuki. Gambatte.

He's not wrong, to be honest. Meeting up with a guy at night these days is not very safe for girls. And she's deaf, so that's even more risky for her to go out on her own. She should at least go with someone she trusts.

Mm. I strongly resonate with his line of thought here. I know several friends who have gone to live or work abroad either because they want to live in a different culture, or they believe they will like living there. Personally, I think there are plenty of great things nearby, that you don't need to go so far to feel complete or to enjoy. Perhaps it's because they haven't found it in their motherland, that they seek for it in other lands and hope to live their best. But if they never tried to see everything their original home has to offer, it makes me think how can they truly appreciate other cultures and countries?

I ain't talking about people who have nowhere else to go though.

YOU GUYS! WHAT LITTLE GERMAN KNOWLEDGE I HAVE FROM ATTEMPTING TO STUDY IT HAS GOTTEN ME THIS FAR! AAAAAAAHHHH!!!! HOLY SHITTTTT

"Du bist süß." It means something like "You are adorable."

I'm K.O-ed. This guy is cute. Du bist süß! >////////<

Oh man, the amount of physical touch happening. This is illegal! THIS IS JAPAN WE TALKING ABOUT! HOW IS THIS LEGAL! HAHAHAHA.

Girl, I'm sorry. But you just don't have the main character hair color, okay? LMAO.

It seems things are looking like Itsuomi's taking a step. A small step towards making this romance fly. And there's this lady who I hope her character will be given some depth, and that she's not just a desperate girl clinging to her guy friend. I can't wait for them to show the reason why she and Yuki's male friend fell for the main characters. I wanna know. Here goes me getting into the next episode then. Maybe I'm a little glad that I stayed behind in watching these episodes so I can binge more. Hmhm.

#anime reaction #yubisaki to renren

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distort-opia · 2 years ago

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i think youve talked about something similar before, but do we get to see proof of batman genuinely caring for joker? and not having an excuse of "oh im doing this because i need joker to be fine so i can save other people".

sometimes i get paranoid and think that the whole batjokes thing is just my shipper brain speculating and i have to look at all the evidente again so i dont think im crazy lmao 😅

There's plenty of instances of Bruce caring about Joker, and yeah, I've talked about various aspects of it in different asks. There's a more extensive response I posted a while back as part of an interesting Batjokes discussion, in which OP argued that Bruce does not reciprocate, and I disagreed; you can find that here (though fair warning, that whole chain of reblogs is loooong). I also answered some asks about Bruce finding Joker funny here, and about Bruce constantly saving Joker's life here, and made a compilation of some of the best times Bruce got incredibly unhinged over Joker here.

But I'm assuming you mean... Bruce blatantly spelling it out that he cares about Joker, with zero alternative excuse? Since Bruce is so repressed and caring about Joker is something he cannot easily admit to himself, these moments are rare. But if I were to point some of them out, I'd say the ending to Batman: The Killing Joke remains to this day one of the biggest.

No matter how you look at it, Bruce telling Joker "You needn't be out there on the edge anymore. You needn't be alone," right after Joker shot Barbara in the spine... is something that’s difficult to explain away. Not to mention Bruce laughing alongside Joker -- maybe you could argue that Bruce offering to rehabilitate Joker is just something he'd do with all his villains (which isn't actually true, Bruce hasn't had a moment like this with anyone else), but the joined laughter has no possible "excuse" on Bruce's side. It's commiseration, plain and simple.

Then there's Batman: Endgame, and the insanity that is the ending of that comic. And leaving aside the heart-shaped pool of blood, the sheer suggestiveness in the imagery of their fight... Leaving aside Bruce choosing to die alongside Joker, literally pleading with Joker to stay with him as he dies -- there's this:

Batman calls Joker a friend. This cannot be understood as anything else but what it is; Bruce allowing himself to admit he cares about Joker, at the end of the road. Arguing otherwise ignores the context of the story and the writing that came before and after it (besides indicating a worrying lack of media literacy).

And hey, have some Batman and Joker canonically kissing, in Flashpoint: Batman -- Knight of Vengeance:

Yes, it is Thomas Wayne who's Batman, and it's Martha Wayne who's Joker, but I think that's plenty. There's a Universe in which Joker is Batman's wife. The sheer fact this is a thing that exists inevitably implies that Batman and Joker have romantic potential.

But I'll leave you off with the beauty that is Bruce being directly called out on his Joker bullshit in Injustice: Gods Among Us -- Year 1, by his best friend:

Eyy! If you're crazy, Clark (and Alfred, and Tim, and Selina, and Barbara, and many other characters who have explicity remarked on Bruce's unusual attachment to Joker) are too!

I hope this answer helped! <3 But either way, leaving aside the fact Batjokes objectively has plenty of canon support, my advice would be not to stress yourself out by caring too much about evidence. Shipping, and fandom in general, is supposed to be fun. We're in control over here, and we do what we want. So even if you were crazy, that'd be perfectly fine, as far as I'm concerned.

#this is only hammering it in that I should make a pinned post or a meta post or something #with links to stuff #dammit. I'll do it this week-end I swear #never thought I'd reach the point of needing to organize my blog #asks #batman #batman meta #bruce wayne #joker #batjokes #batjokes meta #my meta

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with-love-from-hell · 3 years ago

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Congrats on 666 followers!!!!! 💚 Can I put in a request for the event for prompt 8 angst/fluff combo with Belphie? 🥺

Hi Fern! Thank you so much!!! (: We already clarified but we are gonna throw this full into angst, and I'll give you a nice ending :3

Prompt #8: "What am I to you?"

Character(s) featured: Belphie

Genre: Angst (with fluff ending)

Written for GN!Mc

cw: spoilers for ch. 16, verbal arguing, mentions of death, blood mention, accidental violence, Belphie bein’ a cold jerk, swearing,

“Belphie- we’re not done talking about this!” you shout, following him up the stairs to the attic. He had stormed away from you in the middle of your argument without any further comment, despite the fact that he had so disrespectfully initiated it.

He had been mad at you for hanging out with his brothers seemingly more than him- which you didn’t deny. Since the incident where he had escaped from the attic and killed you (and the subsequent mending of those wounds), Belphie had been feeling left out in his relationships with all his brothers, and he found himself feeling jealous that you seemingly had taken his place amongst them with how much they hung around you day in and day out.

His jealousy was twofold- he felt envious of the fact that your time was constantly being claimed by another one of his brothers, and he felt as if he was being left out from their activities. It was a double blow, making him feel almost as isolated as when he was in the attic- except he was not witnessing it instead of just imagining it happening in front of him.

Belphie scoffed, continuing to ascend the spiral stairs until he reached the attic. He slammed the door behind him- right in your face- causing you to yelp out in pain. In a panic, he swung open the door to see you clutching your nose- tears stinging your eyes and blood dripping between your fingers.

He felt his heartbeat quicken at the sight of your blood, reminded of what he had done to you. Belphie had a difficult time accessing his emotions outside of anger; it was a trait he shared with the eldest brother of sin. He hated that he couldn’t just come out and say he was feeling hurt by being isolated from his brothers, and that he was feeling needy of some type of attention. Despite his distaste for his avoidance of deeper emotion, he still blamed the situation on you, stating you weren’t spending enough time with him, it was you who took the time from his brothers, and that you needed to “get lost.” When you expressed how much the words hurt you, he only became angrier, beginning to insist you just didn’t trust him- despite the numerous times you had fallen asleep in his arms.

He sighed, feeling as if he should apologize. “Well, if you would have just left me the hell alone, this wouldn’t have happened.” Dammit...Just say you’re sorry for fucks sake.

You stare at him in disbelief as he turns toward the attic bed, collapsing amongst the pillows with his back toward you. You shake your head, snatching a box of tissues from one of the tables as you continue to follow him.

“I said we weren’t done talking.” You snap, crossing your arms. “You can’t just be an asshole to me and expect me to be fine with it.”

He snorts in response, refusing to even look at you. Guilt welled in his chest despite his outward coldness. They’re right, you know. Why can’t you just talk to them like everyone else can!?

“Belphie...” You sigh, pulling a tissue away from your face as the bleeding from your nose slowed. “I care about you, and so do your brothers. It is just going to take time for things to be normal. It’s only been a few weeks.”

He rolled his eyes, raising his voice near a yell. “You think I don’t know that?” stop. “I know better than anyone that it’s going to take time-” stop it... “-But that didn’t stop you from basically ruining my fucking life!” STOP TALKING DAMMIT.

When you didn’t reply to his venomous words, he glanced in your direction. fuck. you were crying. he didn’t want to make you cry. Why did he have to push the only good thing in his life away. Belphie sighs, sitting up and sheepishly facing you.

“Mc, I...I didn’t mean that.” he rubs the back of his neck, peaking up at you through his bangs. "I shouldn't have said-"

"What am I to you, exactly?" You snap, hurt evident in your expression.

He blinks at you, his chest aching with the way your tone had changed. "I...you're my friend."

"Am I??" You shrug, trying to hold back more tears. "You're not treating me like one."

Belphie sighs, standing up and walking toward you. Running a hand through his hair, he tries his best to keep eye contact with you. "Look...I...I shouldn't have said any of that. I didn't mean it."

You narrow your eyes at him, unconvinced.

"I shouldn't be pushing you away. You've helped me so much...I know you don't mean to make me feel left out." He looks away, feeling shameful for how he was acting. "I need to be better about telling you that stuff..."

You give a weak smile, wiping the mucus away from your face with one hand. "Its nice to hear you say that."

He shrugged. "So...are we good?"

You cross your arms. "I wouldn't say that...but if you come have a movie night with me and Beel, instead of sulking in the attic...it would definitely make things better."

He smiles. Internally, he knows that you were probably still hurt by what he said to you, but he resided himself to letting it go for now. He knew he would make it up to you somehow. He had to.

As you both exit the attic and head back downstairs, he catches your pinky with his index finger. He gives you a shy smile as you interlace your fingers with his, walking side by side back to the twins' bedroom.

#obey me!#666 follower event #obey me #shall we date: obey me #obey me swd #obey me belphie #obey me belphegor #obm belphegor #obm belphie #obm angst #obey me angst #angst #drabbles #obey me drabbles #obm drabbles

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charliedawn · 3 years ago

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Dawn, it is me again! By the way Thank you so much for answering my question, so I thought as a reward I could ask a request! You don't need to do it if you're uncomfortable or on your break but I was wondering if the slashers were a yandere to the nurse?

I swear I have fantasies like this to be too dark or too romantic but if you have please ignore this since I haven't read your wonderful stories in a while due to my outside life!

No worries. I completely understand. 😉👌

OK, so I just thought: what if Y/N didn't succeed in convincing the slashers on her first day that they needed to stay in the asylum to get help and that the asylum closed..but the slashers stayed and decided to have someone stay with them. So, here how I see it :

It's been weeks..months..You are trapped in this room. Police came searching for you of course, but he wouldn't let them find you. He loves you too much. He won't let anyone take you away from him..Never. You tried to get out of course, but since St Louis closed, the slashers have gone more insane than ever. They closed all of the exits and made sure that nobody would ever get in, ever again. This is why it is a surprise when you hear someone open your cell. You look up to see..Amita ?! What is she doing here ?!

" Don't worry..I'll save you. I knew there was something wrong with this place.."

She unties you and gets out her phone to call the cops, but groans in annoyance at the lack of signal.

" Dammit ! I'll have to go outside. Stay here, okay ?"

"No ! Please ! Don't leave me !"

You beg, but she is already out and after a moment of hesitation, you run after her.

Brahms Heelshire :

You end up in the basement and try to spot Amita through the darkness. You finally see a form moving in the shadows, but you quickly see that the bulky shadow can't be Amita. He turns his face towards you and your breathing quickens. Brahms..Brahms Heelshire. His eyes seem to look right through you and then, you hear his voice, barely a whisper..

" Y/N..?"

You shiver in fear and take a step back. He slowly stands up and then..you see it..the blood. His hands are covered in it and he extends one of them towards you, as if pleading for help..Help that you would've surely given in any other circumstances. But now, your eyes are filled with tears and you quiver in fear. You want to turn away, but for some reason, your feet are stuck to the floor. His eyes lower in shame and even sadness at your obvious terror, but it quickly changes and when he looks up at you again, you can only see rage and desperation in his eyes.

" You..You want to leave us.."

He understands and closes his hands into fists. You can hear his own heavy breathing as he approaches you, towering over you..It's only when his face is a few inches from yours that your survival instinct seems to kick in and you grab a nearby screwdriver to thrust it in his eye. He screams in pain and you take the opportunity to run away, but Brahms succeeds in grabbing your ankle and yanking you backwards. You fall to the floor and he drags you under him. You struggle to get out of his grip, but he is too strong and succeeds in trapping you beneath him. You feel a warm liquid falling on your face and see that it is Brahms' tears.

" Why would you want to leave me..?I've been good..I've been so good.."

You feel a bit of pity for the slasher, but then, you feel another warmer liquid under your hand, look to your right to see Amita..her eyes glassy and wide open forever. You feel tears rolling down your cheeks and suddenly, your limbs go numb. However, Brahms doesn't kill you, he wipes your tears with his bloody hands, smearing your face with the hot liquid.

" Y/N..Not crying..Smile."

You know it is not a request and you force yourself to smile as Brahms stares at you for a while and finally hums in satisfaction. He then wraps his hand around the screwdriver still sunk in his eye socket and gets it out in one harsh pull. He groans in pain and then, wraps his arms around you, as if to comfort himself.

" Sing.."

The order is said in such a soft whisper that you nearly don't catch it..nearly. His hold tightens and you know that it is the last warning you'll get. You take a deep breath before starting singing with a shaky voice, but that doesn't seem to bother Brahms that hums along happily. You soon hear him snore softly and stop singing. You look down at him and find yourself thinking that like that, he almost looks harmless..but he isn't. You remind yourself. You close your eyes and start sobbing in the dark, knowing you would come back to your birdcage soon enough.

Freddy :

You succeed in running outside just in time to spot Amita with her phone out, trying to get a signal. However, Freddy appears out of nowhere and grins evilly at Amita.

" You should be more aware of your surroundings, precious.."

She frowns in incomprehension before Freddy points something behind her. She turns around and is met with a violent machete blow that sends her flying against a tree.

" Nooo !"

You scream with tears in your eyes and both slashers turn towards you in frightening synchronization. Your breathing stops and you quickly run back inside.

" Looks like I'm going to have some fun.."

Freddy says, giving emphasis on the f of fun and smirks before going after you. You continue running until you feel dizzy and your surroundings start to shift. You feel the temperature rising significantly and look around to see that you're now in some boiler room. Your heart races when you understand when you are and who you are dealing with.

" Freddy.."

You reason and almost jump out of your skin as someone purrs in your ear.

" You called ?"

You turn around to face Freddy that licks his teeths provocatively at you and then bites the tip of his tongue to hiss a laugh.

" Well well well..If it isn't the little nice nurse trying to escape..? Trying to get somewhere, doll ?"

When you don't answer, he shows his razor sharp claws and it seems to free your tongue instantly.

" I want to go home !"

You exclaim, but that only makes Freddy chuckle as he uses his valid hand to grab your face and force you to look him in the eyes.

" From now on, I'm your home, sugar."

After that, he licks the side of your face, as if to claim you and you close your eyes tightly, imagining to be anywhere but here. However, Freddy doesn't let you and suddenly grabs you by the throat to make you stand up and face him again.

" I wouldn't count on escaping any time soon, b*tch. You're mine now."

He claims and your eyes widen at the name he called you. You want to get out of his grip, but he puts one of his sharp blades just under your chin, a silent threat to what is to come if you even try.

" I think I wasn't clear enough..You're my b*tch now."

You wince at the name again before glaring at Freddy.

" I'm nobody's b*tch, you monster."

You then stomp on his foot, but he doesn't budge and only grins even wider at the challenge.

" We'll see.."

He then drags you deeper in the shadows and you both disappear in your endless nightmare.

Jason :

You run inside and end up in the living room, you are searching for a weapon when a machete gets stuck in the wall just next to your head. You take it out of the wall and turn around to face the one and only Jason Voorhees. The most murderous slasher of them all: his kill count going higher than 150. You shudder at the thought and refuse to let him approach you. You use his machete as protection and swing it up and down in front of him defensively.

" Get back ! I said get back !"

However, to your biggest surprise, he walks forward and even continues once you've swing the machete and it gets stuck in his shoulder. You walk backwards, frightened, and fall on the floor, dragging Jason with you. You close your eyes and wait for the impact, but it never comes. You open your eyes to be face to face with Jason that seems in intense painful effort. You look down and see that he protected you from being impaled by his own machete or crushed, by falling with his arms forward that are now on each side of your body. You finally look up at Jason with confusion painted all over your features.

" B..But why ? I tried to kill you.."

He doesn't answer, he only gets the machete out of his shoulder and throws it away. You see the blood flooding from his shoulder and frown in confusion once more..The slashers are supposed to be invincible..How could you have hurt him ?

" I..I believed.."

He finally utters difficultly due to the effort and the mask. Believed ? Believed in what ? You gently take his mask off and he lets you.

" Believed in what, Jason ?"

He seems hesitant for a moment before finally confessing.

" In you..I believed in..you."

You can see tears in his eyes and your heart feels heavier for some reason. You take him in his arms and can't help but sob with him.

" I'm sorry, Jason. I'm so sorry.."

After a moment, he embraces you as well and shouts.

" You said you were going to help us ! We liked you ! You said we could be forgiven !"

You can't say anything to make him feel better, you can just ask for forgiveness, again and again.

" I was wrong, Jason ! I'm sorry !"

His hold tightens on you as you cry in each other's arms.

Michael :

You can't escape him..He won't let you. You can feel him chasing you. You hear a loud scream and turn your head to the right, just in time to see Amita's head rolling down the stairs. Her face frozen in an expression of pure fear. You muffle your own scream with your hand just as Michael comes into view. You take a step back, hoping for the darkness to hide you, but no such luck as you knock something off the table and Michael's masked face immediately turns towards you. His mask is covered with blood and his sharp knife is shinning with the moonlight soft beam reflecting on it. However, he doesn't immediately walk towards you, he wipes the blood off his knife with his sleeve first. It would almost be funny if you didn't know why he was wiping his knife clean..for you. Your chest rises and lowers in a fast rhythm and you fear that he may hear your heart beating wildly in your chest. You close your eyes tightly and decide to give it your all and run past him as fast as you can. But, you're too slow. He catches you effortlessly with one arm and yanks you against his chest. You try to catch his knife, but get a hold of the sharp edge and scream in pain as the blade cuts you. Suddenly, Michael freezes and you can only hear both of your heavy breathing for a moment..He finally looks at the blood coming out of your hand and brings the knife to your throat. He then whispers.

" Move..and I will cut your throat, understood ?"

You force yourself to nod through the pain and he then lowers his weapon to look at the wound. He carries you bridal style to the hospital's medical room and you silently thank your many years at medical school to have taught you how to take care of a wound. Michael stays silent the whole time, only making sure that you don't try to run away while searching for the proper medical equipment. Once you're finished, he doesn't waste any minute before grabbing you and dragging you back upstairs. You think that he's taking you back to your cell and you beg desperately.

" No ! Please ! I don't want to go back there ! Anywhere but there !"

However, he takes a sharp turn to the right and pushes you forward in a bedroom, much nicer than your old cell and locks the door behind him. You automatically grab the first thing you can and it happens to be a pillow that you use as a shield. But, Michael doesn't try to make a move towards you, he puts his knife on a nearby table and sits on his bed. His head is hanging low and his shoulders suddenly slump, as if getting rid of the tension of the day. He looks tired. You hesitate before letting out a loud sigh and putting the pillow down. You approach carefully, but he doesn't seem to even notice you until you sit next to him.

" Are..Are you okay ?"

You know, stupid question to ask the man that just murdered your best friend..but, what else could you do ? It's not like you could ask him to free you..He stares at you for a second or two before getting out a piece of paper and writing on it. When he shows it to you, only one word is written.

" Yes."

Not a talker, huh ? No problem..You could work with that..Probably. However, you don't notice the glimpse in his eyes when you turn your head away..He is obsessed..He knew you were special the moment he laid eyes on you, and now ? He would make sure that you never try to leave again. He will have his new family, that you want it or not..

Five :

" Hello, sweetheart..Missed me ?"

Your eyes widen at the familiar voice and you look up to see a smiling Five, his face beaming with something akin to sadism. Then, you notice the blood and become livid. You try to claw your way out, but Five stomps on your back to keep you in place and leans forward just enough to whisper.

" Oh no no no..You're not going anywhere, darling. I'm not finished with you."

You can't help but yelp pitifully when he digs his heel in your back painfully. However, he suddenly takes you by the arm and forces you to get up. He then yanks you forward so you're at eye level with each other.

" Come here. Let me show you what happens to people who don't listen to me..I'll give you a good reason to run..Trust me."

You feel tears welling up in your eyes, but Five doesn't care..He just trace your trembling lips with his thumb and smirks sadistically.

" I told you not to move, darling..But, you had to go and disobey. Now, me killing your little friend should have been enough punishment, but I need to be sure that you won't escape again.."

He then teleports you both back to your cell and he then straps you to the bed. You know that there is no point in fighting, but you still decide to look away in defiance. But, Five doesn't let you for long and grabs your face to forcefully turn it towards him, his eyes sparkling with insanity.

" You're the only family I've got now, my lovely naive little nurse.."

He kisses your cheek and you feel hot tears rolling down your face.

" You're crazy.."

You insult him, but he only chuckles darkly before walking towards the exit with his hands in his pockets and whistling nonchalantly.

" Maybe..But, I'm the best kind of crazy, I'm a crazy genius.."

He laughs darkly before shutting the door behind him, leaving you with your misery. He would be back..when you are so tired of being alone that you'll have no choice but beg him to stay..

Penny :

" ~I can smell you..No point in hiding, tasty tasty little nurse.."

Penny taunts you and you can feel him getting closer. You feel your heart pounding in your chest and pray whatever god that can hear you to save you. But, your prayers seem to have fallen into deaf ears as you feel Penny's hand on your shoulder.

" ~Found you.."

He whispers in your ear in a sing-song voice, as if he had won at some kind of sick twisted game and you open your eyes just enough to see his bright orange eyes glowing in the dark.

" I told you that I would find you soon enough.."

He then licks the side of your face and you feel yourself shudder in fear and disgust. However, it only seems to entertain Penny even more as he chuckles darkly in your ear before disappearing in the blink of an eye. You turn your head in all directions frantically, trying to spot the demon clown among the shadows. You suddenly feel an arm snaking around your waist and look down to see..Amita's ?! You turn around to face her with a wide smile, but that smile quickly vanishes when you see that the arm is attached to..nothing. You take a step back and make contact with a wall..or what you thought was a wall until you feel the smooth material under your fingertips. You close your eyes, not wanting to turn around and face Penny. However, he harshly grabs your arm and makes you fall on the floor on your hands and knees. Before you could try to get up, he pins you by the neck to the cold hard floor and forces you to look at him as he opens his mouth wide, ready to take a bite. You close your eyes again, feeling tears rolling to the floor, the only warmth in your situation..The pain comes, but it's quickly gone and you frown before opening one eye tentatively. He is staring at you. Intensely. You try to calm your heart down, but it's impossible and Penny knows it..He feels ecstatic by smelling your fear. But, for a second, you see something else in his gaze. He surprises you by carefully picking you up with tenderness and carries you to one of the slashers' room. He doesn't say anything, he just nuzzles your neck and licks your wound, which makes you wince a little. You decide to take advantage of the small moment of guilt from the slasher to maybe gain his sympathy and get the things you really need.

" P..Penny..I need bandages, I need disinfectant..Your saliva will only makes things worse.."

He frowns in incomprehension before huffing in discontent.

" Humans.."

He scoffs, as if to insult you before getting out of the room and locking it behind him. You take the moment of solitude to let out your frustration and anger. You punch the bed and take a nearby pen to rip the pillows and make a mess of the room. You don't even hear Penny coming back and crouching near the entrance, looking at you with widened eyes. The bag of products in his hand with whatever he could find in the infirmary. After a while, he decides to intervene and grabs you to toss you on the bed, hoping to calm you down by restraining your arms and legs. However, before he could, you grab the pen and in an impulsive act of rage, stab his eye with it. He screeches loudly and gets out of the bed, leaving you the chance to run out of this hell. You don't even hesitate, you run, but the door shuts on its own before you could get out. You pound on it and scream, but Penny is fast to react and tackles you to the ground and opens his mouth wide again, determined to finally bite your head off. You can feel his drool dropping on your face and sob. At least, you can't say you haven't tried..But, what you feel next makes your eyes open wide as his lips fall upon yours. He even grabs your face in order for you not to close your mouth when he inserts his tongue in it. However, you bite it and he groans before pulling away and glaring at you.

" You shouldn't have done that..She wanted to take you away..I had to stop her. You're mine. Mine. And only mine."

He growls possessively and then attacks your neck with love bites and licks that leave your collarbone wet and sensitive..However, before he could go any further, Pennywise kicks the door open and his eyes widen at the scene.

" What in the..?!"

" Leave !"

Penny cuts him off with glowing orange eyes, but Pennywise only smirks before sitting down on a nearby chair.

" Oh no..My tiny brother is finally getting a mate, I have to watch !"

He even summons a bowl of popcorn to snack on and Penny rolls his eyes before getting up to growl blamingly at Pennywise.

" You spoiled the fun.."

" Did I..?!"

Pennywise asks in an innocent tone and Penny finally sighs, his eyes turning back to a bright blue and he opens the door.

" I'm coming back. Keep an eye on her. And don't touch her. She's mine."

Pennywise raises his hands in surrender.

" Of course ! I wouldn't dream of it, dear brother of mine.."

Penny scoffs at that last part before shutting the door behind him and Pennywise finally looks at you. If he wasn't as much a psycho as the rest of them, you would have probably thanked him..but the hungry gaze he gives you is enough to stop the words from ever leaving your mouth.

Pennywise :

" Pretty thing..I understand why they took an interest in you.."

You frown at the familiar voice and look around in confusion, not seeing anyone.

" Up here, genius."

You look up to see Pennywise waving at you from the ceiling and you nearly fall backwards in shock. He giggles before jumping and landing in front of you. He then inhales deeply and his eyes brighten in the dark.

" I can smell your fear..And looks like you're not the only one.."

He smirks and you immediately understand.

" Amita ? What did you do to her, you monster ?!"

He doesn't answer, he just grins mysteriously at you before suddenly jumping on you. You close your eyes tightly, preparing for the pain, but you don't feel anything..When you open your eyes, he's gone. You let out a sigh in relief before getting up and looking around for something to defend yourself with, you spot a pair of scissors and grab it. Suddenly, someone taps you on the shoulder and you turn around swiftly to see..

" Amita ?!"

She smiles and nods. You take her in your arms, but to your surprise, she doesn't reciprocate and only urges you.

" Come on ! We need to get out of here !"

She then grabs your hand and you both run towards the exit. Fortunately, you don't fall on Pennywise along the way. You soon get to the door, but you then spot something on the floor..blood. You immediately stop and Amita turns towards you with a frown.

" Hey ! What are you doing ?! We're almost there !"

You don't answer, you only stare at the floor and feel tears in your eyes.

" She's dead..Isn't she ?"

Amita doesn't answer you, but her form slowly dissolves, leaving only Pennywise in her place and his damn proud grin.

" Bravo ! No one succeeded in seeing through my little trick that fast. I'm impressed, maybe I'll keep you a bit longer, kitten.."

You clench your teeths at the nickname and Pennywise only laughs at you before stepping towards you. However, you raise your scissors and stab him in the chest with them. Pennywise roars in pain before kneeling to the floor. You take the opportunity to run away and Pennywise finally chuckles darkly before taking the handle of the scissors and taking them out of his chest. The scissors make a clanking sound hitting the floor and Pennywise gets up, unscarred. His eyes glow yellow with rage in the dark and he uses his powers to locate you.

" If that's how you gonna play..Fine. Here, kitty kitty.."

He calls you and you muffle your sobs with your hand. You can hear his footsteps slowly making their way towards you and he continues talking.

" Come on..Come out come out wherever you are.."

He gets his claws out and uses them to carve the wall next to him, making an horrible sound that makes you grind your teeths and cover your ears. Finally, you let out a small yelp and the sound suddenly stops. You open your eyes wide and here he is, staring at you with a wolfish grin.

" Here you are !"

You close your eyes and fall asleep. Pennywise sighs loudly before carrying you in his arms.

" Come on, let old Pennywise take care of you, kitty."

The Joker :

You make it to the gates and see a man walking by. You let out a sigh of relief before screaming.

" Hey ! Please ! Help me !"

The man turns towards you and smiles. You're surprised to see that he is wearing a clown's fake red nose, but don't linger on the detail as he asks you.

" Hi..You really want my help, dearest ?"

You nod your head vividly and the man smiles again, his smile making ou think of someone else's.

" Very well..I'll open the door for you."

You thank him profusely, even though you're sure of already having seen his face somewhere.

" No need to thank me yet, sweetie.."

Sweetie ? This name..These big green eyes full of secrets..This large toothy grin. No..You were so close..But you know now, it's over.

" Arthur.."

You mutter and he looks back at you with another of his cursed smile.

" Yes, sweetie ?"

You close your eyes and feel tears rolling down your cheeks, knowing that this gate would never open..You feel his hand on your hip and his nose in your hair..

" Oh sweetie..I'm so sorry. Maybe, next time ?"

He says in a voice that seems so genuinely sorry, and you want to believe it..that there will be a next time. But you know..you know that the only way you will ever leave his side will be if he allows you to or in a duffle bag. The second option being more than probable now. You want to run, but you then feel the cold contact of a gun against your head and Arthur sighs in disappointment.

" Really, darling ? This again ? Don't you understand, I'm the only one who can love you enough to set you free..You don't need to pretend. Just, let yourself be who you truly are. You're not like them..like any of them. You're true and pure and perfect in your imperfections..Just, give in. Let me love you.."

You close your eyes once again and shake your head.

" You're..You're insane.."

He tightens his hold on you at the word and you can feel his smile faltering for a second.

" Maybe..But, I'm the one holding the gun..Now, be a good girl and walk."

You let one tear roll down your cheek at the taste of freedom, so close but yet so far..He puts his hand on your back to make you walk back towards St Louis and you look up to curse the tall building..curse the day you had felt pity for the Joker and thought any of them could be helped..Monsters will remain monsters..

Kevin/The Beast :

You're running through the courtyard when you see a form running towards you at a fast speed. You run even faster towards the gates and are nearly there, a foot away, when the form tackles you to the ground. It knocks the air right out of your lungs, it's like a train in motion had just run straight into you and the pain is excruciating. When the pain subdues, you look up to see that it is the new patient that has an almost animalistic look in his eyes.

" You're not going anywhere, pet.."

His mouth and hands are covered in blood, and you don't need to ask whose blood it is..Amita's. You force yourself not to cry, not now anyway. He stares at you intensely and growls when you utter his name.

" Kevin ? Kevin Wendell Crumb ?"

The man seems to be fighting with himself and then, he looks up at you and you can automatically guess that it is not the same person. The man freaks out when he understands what he's done and immediately gets himself off you, stammering.

" W..What ha..happened ?! D..Did he d..do this ?"

He seems truly frightened and horrified at his own actions. In normal circumstances, you would have made a light joke or assured the patient that it was nothing..but you had to get out of here, quick, before whatever or whoever had attacked you surfaces back.

" Listen. I need to get out of here or else, he will kill me too. Please. Help me."

Kevin looks up at you with his bright blue eyes filled with tears and asks in a pleading voice.

" If I help you, can you promise me something in return ?"

You frown suspiciously at him, but nod in agreement. He is your best way to get out of here anyway.

" Tell the authorities to kill me, blow this place up with me in it..I don't want anyone else to get hurt."

Your eyes widen at his request, but you have to agree in the end, even if it's against everything you believe in. After all, he is right. You can't let anyone else get hurt. You nod again and Kevin nods back. However, he suddenly groans in pain and falls to the ground. When you want to check on him, he yells.

" I won't be able to hold him for long ! Go !"

You hesitate for a second before running towards the gates and use your key card to open it. However, the screams of pain and the growls make you stop dead in your tracks. This is what you wanted..to help slashers get better..And yet, you would leave him behind ? You close your eyes and curse your heart before running back to him and whispering to the form on the floor.

" Mr Wendell Crumb ? Are you okay ?"

You ask and put your hand on his shoulder, but Kevin grabs your wrist and when he looks up at you, you are met with the cold black eyes full of animosity of the beast.

" You should have left when you still could, pet.."

He stands up and towers over you. However, unlike what you previously thought, he doesn't kill you right away, he only tilts his curiously at you.

" Why didn't you ?"

You could play dumb and ask what he is talking about, but you don't think the beast is a very patient being, and you still hope to stay in one piece at the end of the day..

" Because, I remembered why I took the job in the first place. I can't let you die..no matter how much of a monster you really are, there are still some good parts in you.."

You answer truthfully and the beast seems satisfyingly surprised by your answer, he even smirks in amusement.

" You really are a strange thing, aren't you ?"

You shrug.

" Not strange, just optimistic.."

He stays silent after that and, after much consideration, decides to keep you. He asks you to climb on his back and then, he jumps and climbs up the façade of the building. Funny, as the wind softly blows all around you, you can't imagine living any other life than this one..Who knows ? Maybe it is fate that made you come here ? You close your eyes and smile. You imagine what could have been if you had succeeded in uniting all the slashers. Give Freddy a fair chance. Give Michael a family. Give Brahms the chance to be a good kid. Give Five hope. Give Penny and Pennywise faith in humanity. Give Jason a reason to keep believing. Give Kevin a reason to stop being afraid. Give Arthur a true reason to smile. Give them all a reason to stay..Maybe, things would have been different ?

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How To Write Good // Vernon

A/N: It all started with watching Vernon’s English tutor series and now we’re here omg. This is my first series so please give it some love <3 kind of unedited so lmk if there’s any mistakes! PART ONE | PART TWO | PART THREE

PAIRING: Vernon x You

GENRE: enemies to ???, fluff, student!vernon, tutor!vernon

WARNINGS: swearing

WORD COUNT: 2.7K

SUMMARY: There’s the crisp air of campus, the rush of something new, and a four year degree ahead of you. Your college experience doesn’t go off as smoothly as you’d hoped when you fall asleep on course selection day and are stuck with left over electives. Struggling to get through your creative writing class, you have no idea how you’re going to get through this semester. Fate steps in when the stranger you fought in the library might just be your only chance at passing. This is all just part of the college experience… right?

Orange leaves began surrounding the burnt red brick pathway, and the small green hills of the campus quad. Fall was fast approaching, without much warning. The bright summer sky, now often clouds of gray. The wind brushed past you, causing your hair to fly up. Your legs brushed together quickly as you tried to make your way through campus to get to your Writing in the Arts class. You swore to yourself that you wouldn't sleep through course selection but sometimes sleep was an actual priority to you...and it so happened to be on that day. Not your first choice, but definitely miles ahead of Economic History on the list of leftover electives.

You flipped over your wrist to take a look at the time on your brown pleather watch. 8:12.

Professor Hampton was an older woman, who always kept her sandy brown hair in a slick tight low bun. She had enforced a rule that the doors to the lecture hall would shut 15 minutes past the hour. If you didn’t make it then you’d have to get notes from a classmate. Maybe it’d be fine if you had a friend in the class that was actually punctual, but you had often sat alone in the same spot in the far left corner of the class room. Time was definitely never on your side as you reckoned you only had 3 minutes left until your trip downtown was rendered useless.

You swung the thick metal door open, and began pumping your legs forward, not stopping until you reached the top of the stairs. To your luck, the lecture hall was on the exact end of the hallway. As you took longer strides, your gray backpack bounced behind you. Finally arriving at the end of the long hallway, you came face to face with Professor Hampton, who had a scowl so thick you’d think it was drawn on with a felt tip permanent marker. Without an ounce of forgiveness, that old lady secured the door shut, eyes keen on your betrayed face just a few centimetres from hers.

With the little pride you still had, you contained the urge to bang on the door repeatedly and say "OPEN UP."

If you hadn't had time to get ready that day, or missed your bus, dammit this would've been the boiling point that would've driven you to kick the wall. Your saving grace was that there was a cute guy typing away on his laptop in this hallway and you'd be damned if you were about to look a fool.

It was that moment, you knew that if you were going to pass this class without sacrificing a wink of sleep, you were going to have to make a friend that was good at writing notes. And quick.

—

The next day, you navigated your way through the twists and turns of the library, never having had been there a day in your life. You swear you’d gone in a circle at this point. You promised your best friend, Taylor that you’d secure a spot for your impromptu study date. Although you both had good intentions, you knew it was more than likely going to become a gossip session that involved sometimes looking at class material.

Among the rows and rows of occupied tables, you finally found an empty table, situated next to the window that overlooked the architecture and art buildings. You settled in the chair, slipping your laptop out of your tote bag , and typing mindlessly to look busy while you waited for your friend. With a look around the room, you wondered if people actually studied at the library or if they were just faking it like you.

You were so immersed in your game of Tetris you almost didn’t hear the voice that said , “Hey, I think you’re at the wrong table.”

You paused your game and surveyed the empty wooden table you were sitting at. You blinked slowly at the brown haired man. “I was here first.”

“That might be true but I booked it out for the hour.” The stranger stood with a slight slouch, sporting a backwards snapback and a deep green hoodie. He didn't look like the type to hang out around the library- but then again, neither did you. You swear you had seen him before, but you couldn't place where.

Did I go to high school with him? you thought.

What if he was ugly and had a glow up and that’s why I don’t recognize him?

You took a closer look at him.

Nah. I don’t think he’s ever been ugly in his life.

“Look. My name's right here." He leaned forward, showing you his screen.

[TABLE 9] 3:00pm - Vernon C.

You pushed the phone away, unimpressed. "But you showed up late."

"It was only 6 minutes." Vernon scoffed, as if his tardiness would automatically forfeit him from his table.

"Well, have you ever heard of finder's keepers?"

Vernon nodded, his voice pointed. "But have you ever heard of fair and square?"

You tried your best to conceal the fact that you were somewhat amused by his elementary-level comeback.

"Could you look into your great, big heart to share?” You pouted tauntingly.

"Oh, yeah, because you need a table to play Tetris." He responded sarcastically but it was as if he had crept into your mind. You dreaded the idea of being on your feet trying to find another place for your game.

Your best friend rolled in between you two innocently, confused at the interaction at hand. It was like a kid walking in on their mom and dad fighting for the first time… except dad is a Tetris-hating stranger you just met 3 minutes ago.

“Sorry I’m late, Y/N.” Taylor interjected, trying her best to mend the atmosphere with a grin. Vernon's posture went notably straight as he exhaled, returning a sweet close-lipped smile. You couldn't help but notice the way he looked at your friend- you squinted at the shadow of the difference between this Vernon and the one that basically told you to fuck off only moments prior.

Without a doubt, you knew he was suffering from the "Taylor Effect".

Taylor was your textbook girl next door; equipped with a warm demeanour, and a confidence that was endearing rather than cocky. You could tell that Vernon was trying his best not to stare so obviously, but he was failing miserably.

Because everyone gravitated towards her, many found it odd that she chose to keep you as company. Sometimes you thought she stuck around only because your personalities were so starkly different and would emphasize how great she was, but time and time again she proved she was notable on her own accord.

"Did I interrupt something?"

You and the man shared a look.

Vernon had a feeling that if he let you speak first, that you might ruin his chances with Taylor, and there was absolutely NO shot that he was going to tell her what had just happened. You were quick to take advantage of the situation.

“Vernon just wanted to take the tab-“

He shook his head, "No, no, no I was just leaving."

You raised your eyebrow, smugly.

“I'll see you later,” He bid. Your eyes widened as he went closer to you, clasping his hand around yours and pulling you forwards into an almost embrace. He dapped you up. Vernon dapped you up. What? Did he think you were bros now?

Ya, right. You thought. This is my first and last time in this library. You will never see me or my Tetris again.

And with that, he swung his backpack over his shoulder coolly and headed down the long carpeted aisle in the other direction.

Only a few moments later did he return to go through the north exit. “Wrong way.” He mumbled, charting past both of you.

—

“So you don’t know anyone in that class?” Taylor said in disbelief as you two sat at the table you had only marginally won.

“No, I missed the first two weeks so by the time I actually went to class they already had their groups.” you responded, blowing air out of your mouth in frustration.

School had only just begun and Taylor had swept up a bunch of friends, including you, in just this one semester.

You, on the other hand, were awkward, but not in the forgivable way. You never knew the right thing to say, and your sarcasm drew a fine line between a joke and the truth. You felt like you always had to bite your tongue to hold a decent conversation with someone. In turn, this scared a lot of people away, and resulted in a small but good group of friends that understood you.

For some reason though, you did well with confrontation. That was the only time you could force yourself to not care about what someone else thought about you. Other than that, your communication skills were almost useless.

“So go up to those kids and say hi.” Taylor responded.

You knew your best friend was being well meaning, but sometimes she felt like she oversimplified your problems because she saw it through her own lens. Of course it would be easy for Taylor to do so, but for you it would be a different story. Your stomach turned at even the mere thought of introducing yourself to the group of strangers that always sat all the way in the front of the lecture hall.

“I’ll just figure it out. I don't know how to just talk to people."

“What about that guy that I just saw you with? What was that about?”

You cleared your throat, fixing your attention to your laptop screen. Getting work done suddenly seemed more interesting.

“No, no, no look at me.” Taylor dragged your laptop away.

You begrudgingly looked at your friend. “What about him?”

“Who was that? He was kind of cute.” She cupped her cheek with her hand and sat closer, clearly interested. It was rare to see you with anyone other than your usual friend group so Taylor was invested in your endeavours outside of it.

You knew that if you told Taylor about your weird argument with a stranger, that she’d explain that you were unfriendly, that you needed to be nicer, etc. etc. You didn’t need a lecture today.

“Just some dude who finished using the table.”

Taylor chuckled, “What kind of guy says bye like that to a person he just met?”

Her guess was as good as yours.

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ONE WEEK LATER

Determination is setting 25 morning alarms, pre-picking your clothes and opting for an on-the-go breakfast in order to just make it on time for class. You took your final strides towards the class slowly, knowing you finally had time on your side. Would it be crazy to call waking up at 6am a victory? Doesn’t matter, you were just so happy, you could answer Professor Hampton’s questions… that is, if you listened.

At the bottom of the lecture hall, sat the aforementioned groups, while the top were lonesome stragglers looking at their phones in an effort to look less lonely. You knew they were probably just reviewing their settings; turning their wifi on and off.

Professor Hampton cleared her throat into the microphone at the front of the class, prompting you to pick up the pace to your regular spot at the far left corner.

No way.

Your speed slowed down again, as you craned your head to get a better look at a brown-haired boy sitting by himself.

Despite the numerous empty seats to choose from, your caffeine rush assisted you in making the possibly dumb decision of sitting exactly right next to him. He seemed unbothered, though as he didn’t look up to question it.

Professor Hampton played her slides, while you pulled out your laptop out of your tote bag.

“Hey.” You whispered.

The man’s light brown eyes flickered towards you.

“You’re in this class?” Vernon whisper-exclaimed.

It registered in your brain that this might’ve been a mistake.

You nodded.

Vernon kept his focus on the front of the class, his pencil swivelled away on his lined paper. You had never seen anyone actually take real-life notes before. You scanned his paper, pleasantly surprised at the organization.

“Why did you dap me up last week?”

“I honestly don’t know what I was doing.” He admitted.

Boys do dumb things around pretty girls. You'd seen it happen so many times with Taylor.

“She’s cute isn’t she?”

“Who?” Vernon was quick to play dumb, but he clearly knew.

You were fascinated by how he was writing and listening to you at the same time.

“Taylor—my friend.”

Vernon squinted his eyes, either to think or because he couldn’t see the projection clearly. It made you wonder why he sat in the back of the class if that was the case.

“Yeah, she is.”

Bingo.

You silently relished in your impromptu decision to sit next to a stranger.

“What would you say if I got you a date with her?”

Vernon put his pencil down. “You strike me as the kind of person who wouldn’t do that out of the kindness of your heart.”

You snorted. “You’re right.”

Vernon let out a deep sigh, pushing his hoodie sleeve up his arms. He relaxed back in his seat and stared at you as he waited for your proposal.

“What is it?” His deep voice was littered with impatience but it was clear he was at least curious.

You weren’t prepared to gain his full attention. Your mind went several ways as you collected your thoughts to be as concise as possible.

“I’m struggling in this class, okay? I can’t always make it on time, and creative writing? Not really something I’m interested in.”

“Then why’d you take the class?”

“Why does anyone do anything here? For the credit.” You responded as if the answer was obvious.

Vernon’s raised eyebrows was enough to tell you that he was actually passionate about this subject— which was perfect for you if you wanted to pass the class.

“How do I come into this, though?” His patience running thin from your incredibly interesting backstory.

“If you tutor me up until midterms and I pass, I’ll get you a date with Taylor.”

He shook his head “What if you fail?”

“Then you can take that as a reflection of your teaching skills,” Vernon rolled his eyes. Okay maybe that was a bad joke. “but on the plus side you’ve gained a new friendddddd.”

Professor Hampton gave you two a dirty look on her way back from shutting the lecture hall’s door. Vernon picked up his pencil to look busy and you tapped on your trackpad to turn the screen on.

“And what if I say no?” Vernon said between his teeth, catching the professor glare right at him with her scowl turned up to one hundred.

“Then I’ll shit talk about you to Taylor so you never have a chance.” You threatened. Your mom always urged you to use your brain, and boy, were you using it.

“You want me to teach you how to be creative?”

You shrugged. “I mean, how hard can it be?”

Vernon looked down at his notes contemplating his choices. He was silent for so long that you actually started typing notes.

“Y/N” Vernon whispered. You seemed to be fully immersed in the lesson now. Your eyes absorbing the information... Maybe writing was kind of fascinating.

“Y/N” He tried again, snapping you out of a trance.

“My bad.” you apologized. “I didn’t know the interesting part of the story was called the climax like ew—”

“I can only tutor you on Thursdays between 6 and 8 in the library. Bring your laptop and be prepared to learn.”

You knew you didn’t have class at those hours, so it should’ve been fine, but you also dreaded staying after school longer than you had to.

“What about 4-6?” You pleaded.

Vernon looked offended at your counter offer. “No. 6-8”

“4:30…?” You tried once again.

Vernon snorted at your no-quit attitude. “You wanna pass or not?”

You stuck out your hand defeatedly and Vernon shook on it before either of you could change your mind. Vernon was your new tutor.

Maybe Taylor was right. All you had to do was go up to someone and say “hi.”

And blackmail them. And use your friend as bait.

Making friends was easy.

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universallychaoticpan · 2 years ago

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hey hey, i hope you’re feeling ok, i know a lot is going on and its tough, but hopefully we can all get through this together. 💗

on another note, i was wondering if you would mind writing a part 2 of the parental levi x reader? i found it super endearing and sweet. im not sure what base to follow so ill give you creative liberty.

once again i hope you’re ok and that you have a lovely day.

Hello, and thank you; I hope you're doing well yourself :)

And I wouldn't mind at all. On the contrary, really; I've been a bit low on ideas lately and requests are fun to write so I hope you enjoy. Also sorry this took so long my week has been absolute insanity lol

<333

"You," he sighed, "have a strange penchant for injuring yourself." As if to prove his point, Levi pressed the warm rag against the raw skin of the nasty gash tearing over your shoulder. "This'll leave a scar when it heals so-"

"So I'll look even more badasss?"

Stopping, you turned to meet his dark eyes, his un-amused face challenging your smirk.

"I mean it, y/n, you can't keep being this reckless with your life."

You shrugged, wincing as the motion reminded you of your still open skin. "I think commander Erwin would disagree; heart and lives for the cause and all that."

"I don't care what commander Erwin thinks; somehow, against all my better judgement I care about you and I won't let you die that easily. So let go of your damn death wish before it actually ends up killing you because I swear y/n, death itself won't be able to save you from me if you go and die. Now hold still, I need to stitch this up."

For once, you listened; you sat in the patch of later afternoon sun that stretched across the wooden floor, wincing as you felt the stitches pulling your skin back together. And the more you sat, Levi's hands moving from your back over your shoulder and around to your collarbone, the more you felt a melancholy gratitude growing inside of you. His careful movements almost brought you to tears; when his skin slipped across yours, gingerly and gentle, it made you feel as though something were breaking inside you. Like gold was now spilling from the cracks opening, chasms of light splitting your heart as the comfort of Levi's presence healed more than just your battered body.

And as for Levi himself, he found that he quite enjoyed the natural rhythm you had found; he liked how you shifted before he told you he needed you to, and how you seemed to adjust your body to his slightest movement without a word. He liked how the silence in the room was nowhere near prickly; it was a simple pleasure to listen to the sounds of your breathing and the rustle of the breeze through the open window as summer slid its way inside. When he finally looked at your face again, though, he felt his heart drop. There were tears in your eyes and rolling down the soft swells of your cheeks. He had thought you'd be ok with the pain so he didn't think to ask if you were alright and now you were crying and dammit this was what he got for trying to help you.

Instead of moving away from him, though, like he thought you would, you let yourself sink into him; you let your body relax into his, your breathing evening out as your head landed on his chest. There didn't need to be anything romantic about it; it was easy and sweet and he found that it didn't scare him as much as he thought it would when he pulled your sheets over your legs. You were asleep in seconds, your body slung over his as he rested against the wall, trailing his hands over the pristine white covers. It would have been so easy to leave then; to slip out and go on with his day and then see you whenever you decided to wake up.

But he didn't.

He stayed and closed his eyes and while he was not intending to sleep, he was content to enjoy the peace of the day. He was simply enjoying you.

///

It went without saying that Hange had no intention of waking you when they stumbled upon you both later.

Of course, it also goes without saying that they summoned a very amused commander Erwin in the next ten seconds.

And finally, neither needed to say a word about two things: one, that they would never mention to Levi what they had seen. And two...

they were happy to see him that way. They were happy you had given that to him. And they were happy that there was still someone in the world who could offer that.

#levi x reader #aot x reader #snk x reader #levi x reader fluff #levi ackerman x reader #aot #snk

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the-chicken-or-the-banana · 3 years ago

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Hi! There's a headcannon that has been circulating that I never saw fully written, and I love how you characterize the foxes! Basically, Andrew living the setbacks of being short (either privately or publicly), getting frustrated, and Neil comforting him

THIS IS SO FUNNY SKDJFHK also i have always wanted to write a 5+1 so tyvm for this (again, this ended up so goddamn long but. what else is new.)

read "shortcomings (honestly, fuck you tilda)" on ao3 hereeeee

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Andrew gripped the edges of the counter. Deep breath in. Deep breath out. Eye on the prize.

He squinted at the offensively orange mixing bowl that Kevin had placed far too high on the shelf earlier that day. He had planned on baking cookies (for no reason other than that he was bored), and that bowl was his lucky one: every baked good he made using it always rose perfectly.

Andrew had tried everything — stretching as far as he could, trying to move things with his mind, even going as far as going on his toes (after a cursory glance that no one was around).

He eyed the step-stool on the other side of the kitchen. He could always use that and put it back and no one would be the wiser. But no. Andrew was a fully capable adult with a reputation to uphold and he would get that bowl down by himself, dammit.

Andrew had been through hell and back, and then some. He would not be bested by cabinetry.

He rubbed his hands against his shirt before placing them back on the counter and took a running crouch. Andrew bounced lightly on his toes, mentally counted to three, and leapt up, hand reaching forward to grip at the bowl.

For one glorious moment, it really seemed like it would work.

Then the counter whacked Andrew in the gut, he smacked his head against the cabinet, and he slowly slid down to the floor, no bowl in hand.

Hmm. That wasn't supposed to happen.

He jerked his head up to glare at the stupid bowl and promptly felt extremely dizzy, slipping even further until he was collapsed entirely on the floor, limbs splayed.

That wasn't supposed to happen either.

Oh well. If he couldn't ruin his health with cookies, he might as well do it by laying on the most unhygienic piece of property he had ever seen. He supposed this was an acceptable way to go.

Andrew lay there on the dorm floor for a solid 15 minutes, willing the bowl to come down, until he heard the dorm room unlock and the sound of Neil's quiet humming filled the room. He didn't have the energy to get up though, so he flopped his legs around as Neil passed the kitchen to catch his attention.

"Oh, hey Drew," Neil shuffled further into the dorm after giving Andrew a quick glance and smile. A few seconds later, the humming stopped and Andrew saw the outline of Neil's body slowly move back into the kitchen doorway. "Um. Can I ask why you're starfished on the floor?"

Andrew sluggishly pointed upwards. "Bowl. High. Jumped. Fell."

Neil nodded knowingly. Andrew stared at him purposefully. Neil blinked.

Idiot.

"Get it for me," Andrew scowled with a well-aimed kick at Neil's ankles. Neil's eyes widened before filling with mirth. He walked forward and sat down next to Andrew's side, running a hand through his blond hair. Andrew hated himself for leaning into the touch.

"Aww, what's wrong?" Neil cooed. "Can't reach it?"

What a fucking asshole.

Andrew shot Neil a glare — he could admit that it probably wasn't super effective considering that he was on the floor with his not-boyfriend carding his fingers through his hair, but it was the thought that counted, okay! — and Neil gave him an amused look before pushing himself off the ground.

He shuffled around Andrew's limp body before giving an exasperated sigh.

"Andrew."

"Junkie."

"There is a stepstool right here."

"Yes."

"You didn't use it."

"No."

"... Why?"

Andrew shrugged in response.

He heard Neil grumbling under his breath and, a few seconds later, was rewarded with Neil's gross socks in front of his face as he went on the tips of his toes to grab at the bowl. Andrew glanced up and noticed that Neil's shorts were delightfully loose around his thighs.

Nice.

He indulged himself in the view until Neil dropped back down on the balls of his feet, holding the bowl proudly.

"Got it!" he grinned down at Andrew and flopped back down on the floor, pulling Andrew into a sitting position. Neil pressed up against him after a quick 'yes or no?' and handed over the bowl so Andrew.

"That was not fair," Andrew grumbled after a few minutes of calm silence. "You did that so easily. You're barely taller than me."

Neil nudged his shoulder and planted a kiss to the side of his head. "It's okay," he gave an annoyingly soft look. "I'll always be there to help you, whenever you need it."

Andrew huffed. "I did not ask for sentimentality, Josten. Just a bowl."

Irritatingly, this caused Neil to laugh a bit. "Okay, okay, I'll leave you with your precious bowl." He moved to get up and pressed a chaste kiss to Andrew's lips. "But for what it's worth, I think your size is perfect."

He left Andrew missing the warmth of Neil's body beside him before his brain caught up to what Neil just said.

"Josten. Josten! Was that a fucking dick joke?"

There were moments where Andrew desperately wanted to burn Neil's clothing. He understood that they were remnants of past habits that were hard to break, but surely having this many gray and brown shirts had to be criminal.

Andrew refused to be seen kissing such a heathen in public but he really only knew how to put Neil in hot club clothes rather than hot casual clothes. And so, for the sake of humanity (and his dignity), he swallowed his pride and met up with Allison Fucking Reynolds.

Their plan to snatch up Neil from the Exy court to take him shopping at the mall appeared to be going well. So far, they'd bought him some shirts, artfully ripped jeans, denim jackets, and an actually functional pair of shoes. Neil, for all his stamina, looked like he was about to collapse from the weight of the bags, so Allison and Andrew took pity on him and decided to take a lunch break.

The three of them reached the food court and made their way to a noodle shop (after Andrew extracted a promise that he could get some ice cream afterwards). He and Allison sat Neil down on a bench to guard their massive pile of bags before going up to order.

By the time they were at the front of the line, Andrew was fully prepared to stab Reynolds in the middle of the mall. In a span of five minutes, she had managed to ask him about his and Neil's sex life, when they got together, what Neil's exact sexuality was, and had Andrew ever painted his nails?

He resolutely refused to answer any of those questions, on the principle that she didn't need more money from bets than she already had.

They ordered quickly, Andrew eager to get away from Reynolds, when the cashier said something that made him stop in his tracks.

"We actually have a discount right now for kids under 12!" she said smiling. "Is that something you'd be interested in?"

Andrew squinted. Why the hell would they—

Oh. Oh no, no, no.

Allison seemed to come to the same realization that he did, because she smiled wide and tapped her nails against the counter.

"Oh, that's just perfect!" she exclaimed. "Aaron here just turned 11 a few months ago. We'll take the discount."

Aaron?!

Andrew was going to kill her.

He was still planning bloody murder as Reynolds brought their tray of food to the table. He sat down with a scowl, and though Neil shot him a curious glance, he didn't push it.

Stupid considerate junkie.

Andrew muttered a percentage under his breath and proceeded to poke Neil in the cheek with his chopsticks. After a few moments of this, Neil turned to him with a scowl.

"Andrew," he grumbled. "What are you doing?"

Andrew glared at Reynolds.

Neil gave a resigned sigh and turned to her. "Allison. What happened?"

Reynolds smirked. "Oh, nothing much. Just that the cashier thought that your boy was a literal child and gave us a discount for kids 12 and under. I told her that it was great because Aaron over there," she jabbed a finger towards Andrew. "just turned 11."

Neil looked like he was biting back a laugh but then frowned. "Okay, but arms."

"True," Reynolds conceded. "However, consider this: tiny."

The two idiots nodded like they'd figured out some indispensable secret of the universe.

Frustrated, Andrew went back to poking Neil's face; when he finally glanced back, Andrew nudged his arms and shuffled a bit closer. Thankfully, Neil actually got the hint for once and scraped featherlight fingers into Andrew's hair.

"It's okay," Neil tried. "I mean, at the end of the day, all of us are just broke college kids—"

"I'm not," Allison interrupted.

Neil rolled his stupid, pretty eyes. "Okay, most of us are broke college kids—"

"Don't you have a bunch of mafia blood money and stuff?" Reynolds asked.

"Beside the point," Neil huffed. "Fine, Andrew, you are a broke college kid—" "Gee, thanks." "— and so you should be grateful that your height is saving you some money."

"That is dumb."

"You're dumb."

"How creative."

Neil scowled and tugged on Andrew's hair. "Shut up. Drama queen."

Andrew stabbed a piece of stir fry into Neil's mouth to close that damn mouth and resolutely ignored the click of Allison's phone camera.

This was proving to be a problem.

Andrew stared at his $150 jeans, the bottom of the legs frayed and pale. He had just bought these two weeks ago. What a waste of money.

There really was only one thing left to do.

Minutes later, Andrew slammed open the door to his brother's dorm and dragged him out with Aaron demanding to know where they were going. By the time he had wrestled his idiot doppelganger to the car, Andrew was reaching. his. fucking. limit.

"Andrew, if you don't tell me where we're going, I swear I'll bite you. I'll push Neil off a treadmill and dump a bucket of mud on him. I'll throw all your ice cream in the trash. I'll—"

That last one was simply too far. He'd have to give Aaron some ground.

"Get in, loser," Andrew glared. "We're going shopping."

Thankfully, he managed to keep Aaron quiet until they reached the mall by letting him pick the music (it was country! Southern heathen). What a child.

Rich coming from you, a voice told him snidely. You can't even buy clothes for yourself properly.

Shut up, he scolded himself.

"Andrew," Aaron sighed exasperatedly when they reached the parking lot. "Can you finally tell me what we're shopping for?"

They got out of the car and Andrew raised an eyebrow as he faced Aaron. "Sex toys."

"WHAT THE FU— "

Andrew watched his brother's face turn red as he sputtered, before noticing the amusement in his face.

Aaron deflated. "Asshole," he grumped.

"Yeah, that is generally where the dildo goes."

"Shut up. I'm begging you."

Andrew decided to take pity on him and stabbed a finger towards Aaron's legs. "When did you buy those."

Aaron squinted. "My jeans?" At Andrew's nod, he looked confused. "Uh, like three or four months ago maybe. Why?"

Three or four months?! That was simply unacceptable.

"They are still in good quality," Andrew said slowly.

"...Yes?" Aaron looked lost for a few moments before his face brightened with pure, evil glee. Andrew hated the world more in that moment than he ever had before. "Oh my God. Oh my God. Are your jeans too long for you?"

"Be quiet," he snapped. "You just need to show me where you buy yours and never mention this to anyone or I'll stab you."

Aaron didn't seem as concerned as he should have been. "I don't need to do anything, dumbass. Why don't you just cuff them like me?"

"I refuse to look like a bisexual disaster."

"Hey," Aaron looked mildly offended. "That's not a bisexual thing. Right?" At Andrew's blank look, his eyes widened. "No. Oh shit. Is that why guys keep hitting on me at Eden's?"

Andrew actually blinked at that. He had not realized that his brother was really that stupid. "Aaron. Eden's is a gay bar. Obviously men will hit on you."

"Wait, it's a what— "

"Be quiet. You are coming with me now." He dragged his brother to the mall entrance as Aaron bumbled along behind him, swearing incoherently.

They weaved their way through what seemed like a million stores until Andrew walked out hours later, finally satisfied with his new haul of jeans that Aaron had oh-so-considerately helped to pick out, a few hundred dollars poorer, and two churros and an iced coffee fuller.

Andrew trudged up the stairs to his floor (perhaps this was a workout he should regularly implement in his exercise regime) while Aaron split off to find some study group or other.

By the time he reached his dorm, Andrew felt far more exhausted than the situation warranted and he blindly chucked the bags on the sofa, belatedly realizing that Neil was already sitting where the bags would land. Oops.

He sat down by Neil like the throw was entirely intentional as Neil sputtered when the plastic smacked him in the face.

"What's all this?" the junkie questioned. For fuck's sake, why did his eyes have to be so blue?

Andrew just gestured for him to take the clothes out and saw as Neil's face grew confused when he saw what he was holding.

"Jeans? Didn't you literally buy some like a week ago?"

"Two," Andrew corrected, because he was a petty bitch if nothing else. Neil rolled his stupid eyes at that but waited for Andrew to provide an explanation. Andrew heaved a regretful sigh. "The bottom of them are all frayed now"

"Frayed?" the striker's brows furrowed before his face cleared and a shit-eating smirk crossed his face. "Wait, wait, wait. Are you saying you were too short for your jeans?"

Andrew nearly stabbed him right then and there.

"Shut. Up."

"Oh my gosh. Andrew. Andrew."

When Andrew got up (not grumpily. never grumpily. (okay, maybe a little grumpily)), Neil tugged on his shirt sleeve with an apologetic grin. "Sorry, sorry, I'll stop making fun," but his eyes were squinted as he tried not to laugh and his face was flushed and his lips were red as he bit on them, and honestly, how was Andrew expected to stay annoyed after seeing that?

"I mean," Neil continued. "You're paying with whatever you have left of Tilda's life insurance, right? And it's technically her fault you're so, uh... vertically challenged because of the drugs and shit. So you buying all these jeans are like a big "fuck you" to her!"

Andrew blinked slowly at his not-boyfriend's not-cute not-endearing hand-waving and decided he could take a hit to his reputation if it kept Neil glowing like this. "Josten. Are you saying that being short is literally in my jeans?"

"Holy shit, yes."

To be fair, he had been warned. This was probably his own fault. Which he would never admit, but whatever.

It had started fine enough.

Andrew had been smoking by the windowsill as he waited for Neil to come back from his class. It was raining heavily and he felt a comfortable laze settle in his bones, so he didn't bother to open the window, despite Kevin's complaints.

"Andrew, stop smoking in here. If you want to destroy your lungs, at least do it away from me."

"Shut up and watch your damn Exy, Day."

He shut up and watched his damn Exy.

Andrew let the sounds of the game wash over him as he let his eyes droop (when did Exy become... relaxing to him? That was moderately concerning), so by the time he realized that there was an incessant beeping sound in the background, everything was too far gone to not have gone to shit.

His body finally jolted into action when he finally registered that the smoke alarm was blaring in their dorm and he heard yells coming from outside in the hallway, which probably meant an RA or some other Foxes were about to burst in and see him smoking where he wasn't supposed to. For the third time this month.

Crap.

"Day. Day! Get off your fucking computer and turn off the alarm," he hissed as he (gracefully) scrambled to the kitchen to find a towel.

"Hmm?" Kevin hummed blearily. "Oh. That. Well, I told you so."

Andrew simply could not believe it. (Well, maybe he could a bit. Kevin was just that kind of asshole frie— person.)

By the time he dampened a towel (wow, they really needed to do the dishes sometime soon), the shouts were right outside the door and he heard keys jingling in the lock. Quickly he scrambled up the table, but in his haste, kicked over a glass of water (vodka? Sprite? whatever).

He tripped over slightly and his foot splashed into the puddle on the table, causing him to cringe internally. His sock felt horribly wet and tingly, and it was nearly enough to distract him from the creaking of the door opening. Quickly, he reached up, flapping the towel near the smoke alarm to turn it off.

It wasn't enough. He couldn't reach the alarm.

In a split-second, he decided to just fuck it and leapt up to see if that would work. However, the uncomfortable feeling in his feet and the stupid smoke alarm and the fucking banging of the door made him severely misjudge his strength.

Andrew jumped a lot further forward than he expected. He flew through the air, one foot catching on the top of a chair, the other stabbed by the edge of the table. In a futile attempt to gain his balance, Andrew flailed his arms around, but that just caused the towel to smack him in the face.

Eventually, gravity took hold of him and he (and the chair) crashed into the floor, the towel mockingly flopping on his hair. Blearily, he raised his head up and saw Neil and their RA staring at him concernedly from the doorway.

Well, this was awkward. At least the beeping had stopped.

Their RA, an unfortunately attractive tennis player named Richard Addams (Nicky found it hilarious that their RA's initials were R.A.. Andrew called him 'Certified Dick™'), stepped in cautiously. "Andrew, everything okay?"

"Just peachy," he grumbled.

Neil ran to Andrew's side at the sound of his voice and pushed his blond hair out of his face. "Why peaches? They're honestly not even that good; I can only stand the really big and thick and juicy ones."

Andrew froze and even Kevin closed his laptop that. "Neil," Certified Dick™ said slowly. "Do you know what peaches are?"

"Duh," he rolled his eyes. "Fruit. That's why Nicky has a peach next to my name in his contacts. Because I like fruits."

Idiot.

"It means 'ass,' " Andrew informed him. Neil gaped.

"It means wha— "

"Okay," Certified Dick™ exclaimed cheerfully. "I'm gonna leave y'all here. Andrew, I'll assume you weren't doing anything against the rules because you are a kind person who always listens to what I say."

"Of course," Andrew said blandly. "I am a wonderful student." He fingered the edges of his armbands.

Certified Dick™ slowly backed out of the room.

Neil let out a breath and blew his hair out of his eyes. "Okay," he started. "We'll talk about the ass thing later. But first, what the hell just happened?"

Andrew pointed up at the smoke alarm.

"Well, yes, I got that, but why were you jumping around like an absolute idiot?"

"Kevin is useless," Andrew announced.

"Not true!" Kevin protested immediately. "You just never listen to me. It's not my fault that I'm always right."

Andrew glared at him and turned back to Neil. "I couldn't reach the stupid smoke alarm," he finally gritted out, bracing for someone to mock him.

It never came.

Instead, Neil gave him a cheeky grin and a wink (at least, Andrew assumed it was a wink) and turned to Kevin with a faux-annoyed stare. "Seriously, Kev? You didn't help him?"

"He got himself into his own mess," Kevin shrugged.

"Okay, and what if someone had caught him? They might have not allowed him to play Exy for a bit! Or maybe while he was trying to shut off the alarm, he could have really hurt himself!" Neil was really laying it heavy on the dramatics, brandishing his arms wildly.

Kevin's eyes widened in horror at his words. "Shit."

"Yeah," Neil nodded graveley. "Us Exy players have got to look out for each other. How else will we live to our potentials?"

Kevin looked like he was going to be sick. Quickly, he whipped open his laptop and began muttering questions on how to secretly disable smoke alarms.

"Junkie," Andrew muttered to Neil. Neil just hummed and pressed a kiss to the crook of his neck.

"Yeah," he whispered a few moments later. "Only for you."

Hmm. This was nice.

Andrew never could have imagined he would be the kind of guy to stumble over furniture while kissing his way through a room, and yet, here he was, crashing into tables and upturning chairs and tripping over bags.

He had Neil's fingers intertwined with his and was dragging him through the dorm, the kisses constantly pausing because Neil kept breaking off into small smiles and laughing into his neck. Every few steps, Andrew would take a look at his flushed junkie and absolutely forget about his plan to reach the bedroom, choosing instead to kiss him ferociously right there.

They were lucky that no one else was in the dorm.

When Andrew realized that it had taken them a solid seven minutes to walk about 15 feet past the door, he realized they would probably never reach an actual bed at the rate they were going. He told Neil as much and was rewarded with a shrug.

"I literally don't care where we end up," Neil said breathlessly before pulling him into another heated kiss. "I just wanna kiss you."

Andrew nearly snorted at that. How predictable. "I got that" he muttered. "But what do you want?"

Neil raised an eyebrow and deepened his voice mockingly. "I want nothing."

"You are actually so insufferable."

"Yeah, yeah," Neil waved him off and latched his mouth on Andrew's neck. Fuck. "Hmm," he said a few moments later. "Carry me?"

Andrew resisted the urge to roll his eyes. Ever since the junkie had seen how much he lifted at the gym a few weeks ago, this had become one of his favorite requests (and really, who was Andrew to deny him?).

Nevertheless, he leaned down and grabbed both of Neil's thighs, pushing him up until his legs were secured around Andrew's waist and Andrew could comfortably hold him up, his body flush against Andrew's.

Yeah, he got why Neil liked this so much.

He wasn't sure how long he'd be able to hold Neil up for though, considering that they actually had a game tomorrow and he didn't want to put up with Kevin's annoying complaints if he didn't try at least a bit. Andrew glanced around for a second before his eyes caught on the perfect place.

He adjusted his grip on Neil, causing him to let out an oof in surprise and carefully made his way to the kitchen (with only a slight amount of kissing in the middle). Andrew messily deposited Neil on the island counter and was promptly faced with another problem.

Neil was up there. Andrew was down here. How the hell were they supposed to make out now?

Andrew frowned slightly and tugged at Neil's collar. "Lean down," he commanded.

Neil complied and pressed a searing kiss to his lips, tugging at Andrew's hair, but too soon he pulled back.

At Andrew's 'yes or no?' Neil smiled down sheepishly. "It's a yes, but this angle's going to end up destroying my back."

That made no sense — whenever Andrew sat on the counter, he never had to lean down that much. He reasoned that the weight of being an Exy junkie was finally catching up to Neil's spine, though.

"Well," Andrew huffed. "I'm not going up on my toes."

"Why would you need to go on your toes?" Neil looked genuinely confused as Andrew frustratedly gestured at the air between them. "Wait, wait. Can you not reach me if I'm sitting up here?"

Andrew's thoughts came to a halt.

He pulled back (well, as much as he could while still staying in Neil's arms) and squinted suspiciously at his not-boyfriend. "Can you normally reach me when I sit up?"

"Well, yeah," Neil blinked. "I mean, I have to stretch a little bit but it's usually fine."

What.

Unceremoniously, Andrew yanked Neil off the counter and sat himself up (he pretended not to notice the stare that Neil gave when he flexed his arms). He hooked his ankles around Neil and dragged him closer, coming nearly forehead-to-forehead.

Forehead-to-forehead. Neil could reach him.

Andrew let out an uncharacteristic groan and dropped his head on Neil's surprisingly comfy shoulder. Neil snorted quietly and patted his head.

"It's okay, Drew," he said, his voice muffled but teasing as he pressed a kiss to the top of Andrew's head. "Maybe next time we can get you a stool or something. That'll be real attractive."

Andrew scowled and kicked him in the leg.

Neil's voice softened as he lowered his arms to rub soft circles on his back. "But I'm serious Andrew, it's okay." He pressed a soft kiss to Andrew's collarbone, the underside of his jaw, the corner of his lips. "Does this feel good?"

Andrew swallowed. Hiding from Neil was a fight he knew he'd lose, and there was no point prolonging the inevitable. "Yes."

"Then that's all I need. Making you feel good makes me feel good," he whispered. "I really like this, what we do right now. And if you want, we can still find more positions that feel really good. Don't stress, we have time."

"Hmm," Andrew said a few moments later. "That is all fine and well, but actually, we now only have about 20 minutes until Kevin comes back from class, and I would highly appreciate it if you could get me off sometime soon."

"Asshole. We were totally having a moment."

"Next to a bowl of apples."

"Rude. I bet those apples appreciated the conversation."

Andrew rolled his eyes at Neil's idiocy, but kissed him hard to convey everything he felt: you care, you listen, you are okay with me, you are safe for me. Neil seemed to get the message, because his body softened under Andrew's grip as he kissed him back eagerly.

When they finally pulled apart, Andrew felt heavy and sated and secure in the way he only associated with Neil. He looked into Neil's blown-out pupils, the blue peeking brightly at the edges of his eyes as he slowly brought Neil's hand to the waistband of his jeans.

"Right," Andrew tried for a nonchalant tone. The slight voice-crack may have betrayed him, but whatever. "Take off my pants now?"

South Carolina winters were shit.

Growing up in Oakland meant that he was pretty used to cold winters and hot summers, but usually things only got unbearably chilly at night, when he could pile tons of blankets on himself. Unfortunately, winters in the South brought biting wind and snow. All day long.

Andrew hated the cold (sure, he could walk around with a blanket draped over him like a cape in his dorm (he did. occasionally), but alas, he actually had a reputation to uphold)

And yet, when Nicky and Dan enthusiastically told Neil about their stupid plan and Neil had sent a stupid questioning gaze to Andrew's stupid face, he sure as fuck couldn't use "the cold" as an excuse to deny those eyes.

So he bundled up into a turtleneck, a sweater, a thin jacket and a snow one, a beanie, a pair of gloves, leggings and then sweatpants, and his warmest socks (Andrew decidedly ignored Neil's snickers, who was annoying dressed in just a long-sleeved shirt and jeans. how rude.)

The so-called Monsters trampled down to the parking lot outside the Tower, boots sinking deep into the snow. Andrew shivered at the sudden wind and if he walked a little closer to Neil's hot warm body — well, no one needed to know.

Within seconds of their arrival, Andrew was regretting coming out.

A massive snowball soared through the air and slammed into Aaron's face, who promptly fell on his ass from the force of it.

"What the fuck?" he sputtered, wiping snow out of his eyes.

"HA!" Reynolds hollered. "Take that!"

"Oh dear," Neil muttered. "I didn't expect this much violence from the start."

"We are Foxes," Andrew scoffed. "Violence is the whole point."

"Actually, there's this one piece of shit in my Stats class and he tried to tell me I was wrong — I wasn't, by the way — and instead of punching him, I just very mathematically proved how incompetent he was and I told him that his parents' miscalculation when it came to conceiving him evidently got passed on to him in the form of his nonexistent math skills. So. No violence."

Andrew wasn't sure if he should kiss Neil or smack him. "Right. Because verbal annihilation is a very tame response."

"Since when have you been such a peacemaker?"

"Renee."

"You two literally beat the shit out of each other every week."

Andrew shrugged. "Semantics."

"I really don't think— "

Their conversation was rudely interrupted by Matt throwing a snowball mere inches away from Andrew's face. At his glare, Matt promptly ran behind a car.

"Neil," Andrew sighed. "I hate you."

"I didn't force you to be here," Neil pointed out. "Could've said no. What did Nicky call you? 'Whipped.' So ha." With that profound statement, Neil ducked and dumped a handful of snow down the back of Andrew's shirt.

"Ha," Andrew said back smugly. "Layers." Neil looked betrayed.

"Layers. I forgot."

"I didn't."

"Asshole."

"Yup."

Neil scowled and kicked at Andrew's highly sturdy snow boots petulantly. Andrew refrained from rolling his eyes turned towards him. "Yes or no?"

"Oh," Neil perked up. Junkie. "Yes, yes."

Andrew jabbed him in the stomach and when Neil keeled over groaning, he pressed a kiss to his lips and shoved his head under Neil's chin.

"Personal heater," Andrew explained. Then he grabbed Neil's arms and tucked them around his waist. This was good.

"Right," Neil snorted. "Naturally. I can't wait until someone throws a snowball at your face and you get all cold and wet."

Andrew scowled. How rude.

"Oi, Minyard!" Dan called and Andrew sighed before wiggling around until he was facing her, back flush against Neil's front. "This is for drawing mustaches all over the pictures in the Court!"

Andrew raised an eyebrow. "You have no proof— "

His protests were cut off with the sight of a snowball hurtling full speed at him. He made to jump out of the way (maybe Exy was good for something after all), but Neil's arms around him proved to be a real hindrance.

As it was, he got jerked back into place, the snowball inches in front of him. Andrew shut his eyes, hoping he could use this as an excuse to drag Neil into the dorm to warm up, when he heard an "oof" from behind him.

Andrew twisted around to find Neil's face covered in an explosion of snow, water dripping down his shocked expression.

His eyelashes were nice. Hmm.

"Wh- What?" he shivered. "How is there snow on my face? Wasn't it supposed to land on you?"

Oh.

Andrew brushed off some snow that had settled on his cheekbones before stepping back a bit (still in Neil's arms. that was necessary). And Neil was right, it was odd, the snowball was supposed to hit him and instead, it had smashed itself on Neil.

"I believe," Andrew said slowly. "My height has proved to be advantageous."

"Advan— you mean you were so short the snowball literally missed you and hit me?!"

"Yup," Andrew felt extremely self-satisfied. "See, had you been shorter, this wouldn't have happened. Alas, there's just more of you to hit when you're tall."

"That— I— Andrew!"

"That's my name."

"Ugh. I am cold and wet and very much not liking this," Neil grumbled.

"Bet you wish you had as many jackets as me, huh?" Andrew crowed.

"You could always give one of them to me," Neil said as he yanked Andrew back against him.

"I could. Not feeling it, though."

"Bastard."

"Just a little," Andrew agreed. He tilted his head up to look at Neil and oh, that angle was good, his lips were right there, how did Andrew never notice that Neil's eyelashes framed his eyes so nicely?

Hmm. If this was the view, maybe his height had some... unforeseen perks that extended beyond snowball fighting.

"I win," Andrew told Neil seriously. At his confused expression, Andrew was forced to sigh out an explanation. "You are very pretty from down here."

"Oh?"

"Shut up."

"I think you're pretty too."

"198%."

"Kiss me?"

"Ugh, if you insist."

Andrew leaned up to press his lips to Neil, dutifully ignoring the cheers from behind him, as Neil placed a hand under his chin to tilt him up further, which felt very nice.

Yeah, Andrew was living the good life. He had a maybe-boyfriend who was the perfect height and a brother and cousin who might actually stay, and he was content and safe and— really fucking cold because there was a ball of snow sliding down his neck what the fuck what the fuck what the fu— .

"NICKY."

"Shit. Sorry!"

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"Doppelganger" *Part 24*

Alright I REFUSE to make this story any longer, so the next chapter IS the finale, I swear to you.

This is just one more little loose end I wanted to throw in, maybe it'll come back around the epilogue. Who knows?! I know.

I would have started the "Wedding Day" here but I really wanted it to be it's own chapter, so this is kinda short and I'm not gonna lie if I have to I will make the last chapter 20 pages long to fit the ending in. That being said I have some stuff to do tomorrow night and work the next night so I may or may not split up writing the last chapter between those and post it late Sunday or Monday.

It's worth it I promise! I'll make it worth it.

Part 23

Finale!!

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The next day Rafael asked you to come by his office once again, making you nervous. Especially when you showed up to the Mayor and a Lawyer to greet you along with Rafael.

“Pinguino,” Rafael smiled as he met you at the door with his arms open wide pulling you into a kiss.

“....More interviews?” You whispered as you eyed the two other men.

“Actually, they haven’t told me what they’re doing here yet,” Rafael whispered back as you both walked over to the men sitting at Rafael’s desk. Rafael pulled another chair around to his side so you could sit next to him. He had a feeling this would take a while.

“So...gentlemen,” Rafael cleared his throat. “What’s this about?”

“Well Barba it’s about your wedding,” The mayor replied.

“...Why am I not surprised..?” He shook his head with a laugh.

“Actually Mr. Barba I think you’ll find this visit different from others the mayor here has sprung on you thus far,” His lawyer answered.

“...And that would be because…?” Rafael raised a skeptical eyebrow.

“Because Mr. Fenkell here says that I owe you financial compensation for all you’ve been doing for me,” The mayor replied rather gruffly as he crossed his arms like a petulant child being called into the principal’s office.

“...Excuse me?” Rafael looked at both of them with confusion.

“Well Mr. Barba, I’m surprised you haven’t either realized or brought up the fact that the situation that you’re in is called ‘quid pro quo’,” The lawyer explained.

“Yes I know what ‘quid pro quo’ is counselor, we went to the same law school,” Rafael snarked. “And I graduated with higher honors than you,”

“Barba I’m here trying to help you out, I don’t know why you’re lashing out at me,” The lawyer now crossed his arms.

“Baby,” You put a hand on his. “Just let the man talk,”

“Right,” He nodded reluctantly. “Go on,”

“Like I was saying,” Mr. Fenkell pulled out papers from his briefcase. “I assume you and your fiancée here have been going along with the Mayor’s requests for fear of losing your job, correct?”

“I mean, not mine per say,” Rafael shrugged. “THAT would be illegal,”

“Right,” Mr. Fenkell nodded. “But everything he’s done thus far involving you and your fiancé's likeness entitles you to royalties, and dues for services,”

“Well, that is true,” Rafael nodded. “I’ve been so preoccupied with everything else I haven’t even stopped to think--”

“Which is exactly why I’m here,” Mr. Fenkell cut him off. “I figured a competent lawyer like yourself would realize when all the dust settles, that you were indeed entitled to a sum of money, and would therefore sue the Mayor after the fact,”

“Wow, that’s a lot of assuming on your part sir,” You laughed softly. “You really think Rafael is that shit of a--”

“I mean he is right,” Rafael finished for you.

“...Or I’m just an idiot,” You muttered.

“No, baby you’re not an idiot,” Rafael took your hand. “But we are entitled--YOU are entitled for some kind of compensation for all that you’ve done for the mayor--for me,”

“I thought my compensation was getting to marry you,” You smiled sweetly.

“Aww,” Mr. Fenkell remarked, causing an eye roll from the mayor.

“Right so--” Mr. Fenkell began laying papers filled with legal jargon on the desk in front of you and Rafael.

“This contract states that once we settle on a number, you won’t try and collect more from the mayor with some random claim like ‘emotional distress’ during your wedding, or events thereafter due to all of this,”

“...Trauma?” You couldn’t help but laugh. “You think that after everything I went through, I would classify this as trauma?”

“I mean theoretically you could, Ms. Y/L/N,” He nodded. “The emotional stress of reliving your trauma and trying to plan a wedding while on display for the whole city must be taking a toll on you right now, is it not?”

“...Well it wasn’t until you said it like that,” You muttered.

“Dammit Maxwell I told you, they were perfectly fine with--” The mayor began to pitch a fit.

“Oh no no no,” Rafael wagged a finger at the mayor. “Just because she’s ignorant of the--”

“Excuse you?” You crossed your arms at Rafael’s condescending tone.

“I mean, just because she doesn’t realize or recognize the emotional stress she’s under doesn’t mean that she doesn’t have it, and doesn’t deserve compensation” He looked to you apologetically while he re-worded the statement. You gave him an approving nod.

“Right well this is what this is for--”

“And what kind of price tag have you put on my fiance's feelings, counselor?”

“Well if you’ll peruse the contract, counselor…” Mr. Fenkell pointed to the bottom of the paper.

“This contract blah blah blah, no further seeking monetary blah blah blah…” Rafael spoke out loud as he scanned the document. Then suddenly, his eyes widened and he stopped reading, looking at you then Mr. Fenkell then the Mayor.

“...A million dollars?” He raised his eyebrow, skeptical.

“...What?” You gasped.

“....Each,” He added with a smile as he handed you the paper. You didn’t know a lot of the words, but in plain black and white you read: “...In the form of one million dollars per plaintiff,”

“I’m sorry, WHAT?” You said louder than you intended, but that was insane.

“That’s insane,” You said out loud. “I don’t need that kind--”

“Baby,” Rafael stopped you and pulled you slightly away from the mayor and his lawyer. “I know that you get antsy when good things happen to you, but you deserve this,”

“For what?!” You hissed. “For taking a few photos? For letting a camera crew in a church? Rafael I just--”

“...But think of everything before that, carino,”

“What, Nevada? That--” You shook your head.

“Wasn’t your fault,” Rafael finished.

“...Well it wasn’t the mayor’s fault either, Raffi,” You nodded at the mayor.

“But he is exploiting you for it,” Rafael pointed out.

“....True,” You nodded.

“Excuse you two, but I--” The mayor began to rant again.

“And if I may add,” Mr. Fenkell jumped in. “While Mr. Barba was worried about his job, you also had reason to be worried about it as well. Being as he is your only means of support,”

“Right now,” You quickly added.

“....Right,” Mr. Fenkell gave you a side eye. “Currently,”

Clearly this douchebag thought what everyone else must be thinking. That you were just marrying Rafael for his money. So that you could be a ‘kept’ woman. Well, he was about to learn that was the furthest thing from the truth.

“Alright then,” You finally said. “Then I want my share to go to Rafael, if we’re going to be married it’s his anyway,”

“No no no no, Nuh-uh,” Rafael shook his head. “Your share is your share,”

“...But I don’t want you to think that I’ve got some... ‘escape money’,” You gave him a sad look.

“Escape money?” He laughed. “Baby I told you, I think the last thing I should be worried about is you leaving me,”

“....Also true,” You nodded with a soft smile. You sure as hell had not gotten this far working this hard to ‘get’ Rafael to just give him up. Ever.

“Okay then, do I tell you where I want the money to go or do I do it myself?” You asked Mr. Fenkell.

“...You already have plans for it?” Mr. Fenkell asked you. “...Didn’t you just say you didn’t want it? Why would you--”

“Just answer the question,” You said flatly.

“I mean Mr. Barba could just draw up the contracts and paperwork for you to transfer your funds wherever you--”

“But Mr. Barba is my husband, not my lawyer,” You cut him off. “...And I’d like to keep that way,” You looked over at who Rafael looked at you in confusion.

"Not Mixing business and pleasure," You smirked.

“Right,” Mr. Fenkell nodded as pulled out a legal pad and a pen. “Well I can make a list of where you want to divert the funds and we’ll go from there,”

“Okay,” You took a deep breath. “Well, first of all-- obviously,” You took Rafael’s hand. “I want to pay off the rest of my time at Julliard,”

“That’s unnecessary, carino--”

“Yeah I know you say that Rafael, but I was going there before I met you and it’s not your respon--”

“It’s already paid for, in full,” He spoke over you.

“...What?” You asked him with a breathy voice. When did he have time to do that?! WHY-wait.

“But I’m going to need an extra semester since I’m taking the rest of this one off,” You said softly as you glanced at the other two in shame. You still felt guilty about Rafael having to basically babysit you for the past few weeks.

“Yeah I figured that.” He nodded with a smile, stroking your cheek. “It’s all taken care of, carino,”

“...Alright fine then I want to pay it back,” You insisted.

“No,” He shook his head. “Absolutely not,”

“Rafael come on--”

“NO,” He repeated sternly. “I won’t take it,”

“....Alright, fine,” You rolled your eyes. “Then I want a chunk to go to abuela--”

“No I have them covered too,” He shook his head. “And they are definitely NOT your responsibility. And before you say next that you want it to go to Maria, she will never accept it. We're too proud of a people," He smiled teasingly.

“...Fine,” You sighed in frustration. “THEN I want a chunk of it to go to opening a drama center,” You crossed your arms and looked at Rafael. “Any objections to that, counselor?”

“...A drama center?” He looked at you curiously.

“Look,” You took both of his hands. “I know you couldn’t-- your mom didn’t want you---” You took another breath, trying to figure out exactly what to say. “...You had to give up your dream to take care of your family,”

“Carino…” He took your hand.

“And my parents, they spent all the money we had on dance lessons, acting lessons, all of it. On ME. Just so that I could live my dream,” You continued. “Kids should be able to dream their dreams without their parents having to worry about money to do so,”

“But...your dream, Y/N. You want to be on Broadway. How are you gonna fit--” He started to speak but you were nowhere near done with your speech.

“Baby my dream was selfish,” You shook your head. “I wanted to be famous for the wrong reasons. To be adored by the world, to be loved by everyone. But, now I know the only person’s love I care about, is yours,” You stroked his face.

“If I open this place then I can still use my talents as a teacher, helping kids like us. I told your mom that when I met you, you made me a better person, that you made me want to be better. I want that to be true. I need that to be true,” You finally finished with a small smile, tears lined Rafael’s eyes.

“You are the best person I know, mi amor,” He pushed a strand of hair behind your ear. “I think the center is a great idea,”

“Good,” You smiled. “And….I want to name it the Y/L/N-Barba Drama Center,”

“....Well obviously after you,” He nodded.

“No,” You shook your head. “After you. And my parents. Because if it wasn’t for them I wouldn’t have found you, and you gave me everything I’ve ever wanted,”

“I love you,” He beamed at you as he kissed you deeply.

“...And on that note,” You turned back to Mr. Fenkell who looked wildly uncomfortable by your little cutesy side conversation.

“I want the rest to be split between a savings account for me, and the other half into a trust,”

“A trust?” Mr. Fenkell asked as he wrote down your wishes.

“A trust for our children,” You smiled at Rafael. “My parents spent so much money so that I could live my dream. I think it’s only fair I do the same for them; especially when I have the means to do it,”

“See those redneck shithead Jersians have no idea what they’re talking about,” He pressed his forehead against yours. “You are not selfish, not at all,”

“Thanks to you,” You pressed your own forehead against his like a love head butt.

“....Okay, so is there anywhere else you’d like it to go, Ms. Y/N?” Mr. Fenkell said rather loudly, trying once again to remind you there were other people in the room. People who were not amused with your disgustingly cute conversations.

“Um, no I think that’s good,” You nodded.

“Split up mine the same way, Max,” Rafael added.

“Rafael you don’t need to--” You started to protest but he put a finger to your mouth.

“I have money,” He assured you. “I have enough money to take care of us for the rest of our lives. This money should go somewhere that represents the both of us, and our love,”

“Can we please for the love of God just end this, please?” The mayor groaned. “If I have to sit here and watch you word vomit your love all over this office, I might actually vomit,”

“Right,” Rafael rolled his eyes. “Well gentlemen you know where to find us,” He grabbed the pen and signed one of the contracts then handed it to you and you did the same.

“Now if you’ll excuse us we’re going to ‘love vomit’ all over each other now,” He smirked as he handed back the papers. Mr. Fenkell and The mayor nodded as they walked out.

“Well, what do you want to do now?” Rafael wiggled his eyebrows suggestively.

“As tempting as that sounds, I have another request mi amor,” You played with the hair on the back of his knuckles with a soft voice.

“Anything for you pinguino,”

“Well I mean, you have some pull over there,” You nodded outside towards the courthouse that was attached to the DA's office by a hallway.

“...Why, do you need parking tickets dismissed or something? Did I agree to marry a felon?” He teased you.

“No,” You giggled. “But I would like to skip the ‘name changing’ line,” You pulled him closer as his smile grew bigger.

“I don’t think that’s what they call it, but I appreciate the sentiment,” He kissed you as you both walked towards the door of his office and out into the lobby.

“We’ll be back, Tommy,” He told his assistant.

“Right sir,” He nodded.

“This way to the ‘name changing line’, pinguino,” He smirked as you walked down the hall towards the courthouse.

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--An Hour Later--

You and Rafael walked out of the courthouse and down the steps hand in hand as you pulled the two papers from his hands. One was a marriage license, and one was a form that was filled with boring legal jargon but at the bottom was printed: “Legal Name: Mrs. Y/F/N Barba,” with your new signature on the dotted line.

“Mrs. Rafael Barba,” You smiled as you looked at the paper.

“Oh no no no,” Rafael shook his head with a laugh. “That sounds like you’re my property, pinguino,”

“True,” You nodded with a teasing smile.

“...So why the sudden urgency to change your name, carino?” He asked as you walked down the street hand in hand. “Not that I’m complaining. I'd be lying if I said just looking at your name with my last name makes me giddy,”

“Giddy?” You gave him a look.

“Yeah, I said it. Giddy,” He laughed.

“...I don’t know, it was something that my therapist said,” You shrugged.

“...And what did she say?” He asked you skeptically.

“She said,” You sighed and pulled Rafael out of the flow of traffic of people.

“She said that women who don’t take their husband's last names had one foot out the door of the marriage before even going in,” You looked up at him with soft eyes. “And I don’t want you to think that I am any less than 100% sure of my love for you, and the rest of our lives together,”

“Well, first of all I’d like to see her marriage to divorce ratios based on that assumption,” He rolled his eyes. “And second-- I appreciate the sentiment baby, I really do. Just as long as you did it for you, and not because your therapist guilted you into it,”

“She didn’t,” You assured him. “I did this for me. For us,”

“Well then Mrs. Barba,” He took your hand once again with a huge smile. “Let’s grab some dinner, shall we?” He asked in a melodramatic, fancy tone.

“We shall, Mr. Barba,” You answered in the same tone, making both of you giggle like school kids.

Now all that was left to do was actually get married!

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amane-by-together · 4 years ago

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Blue Hour || Amane Yugi pt. 5/5 (Final)

(Amane Yugi x Fem!Reader)

genre: romance, drama and a bit of fantasy

summary: in which [name] and amane finally meet in 5:53 at the ferris wheel

Amane was lying down on the grass which seemed like minutes. He managed to grab his phone from the pockets of his cargo pants. “I can still make it...”

He struggled to stand up, holding on to his arm while slowly raising his body. He winced at the pain as he was trying to maintain his balance. Amane dusted off his black shirt and then going back in clutching his bruised arm.

Amane wobbled on each step he takes, he looked like he was about to pass out at any moment. “[name]...” he uttered out. “Please be here...”

The sky was getting darker and he can see that the ferris wheel was glowing at the distance. There are few stars above that are visible to the sight. “[name]...[name]...”

The sun was almost setting and it was almost time he knew that the end will come. Amane was struggling to walk properly to his destiny, his fate that lies to the other side.

He stopped to rest for a while, softly panting as he stands. Amane felt like he was gonna collapse again. The boy took a deep breath and yelled on top of his lungs.

“[name]!”

Amane turned around to check how far he had gotten. If he went even further, he'll lost his track and he may not be able to go home. “[name]...” Amane sounded hopeless, he was almost close but yet why does it seem so far?

It looked like he was chasing the moon because of the distance. The moon whom he'll never reach from the earth he dwells in.

Then, the magic happened.

“Amane-san...?”

The choppy haired boy's amber eyes widened when he heard his name being called. In that instant he felt the rush and anticipation, he knew the owner of the voice that laced with milk and honey.

It was her who called his name from the said ferris wheel.

“Amane-san? Are you there?!”

Amane turned around, still latching on to his injured arm. His eyes widened in shock as he saw a figure of a girl near the ferris wheel.

[name] [surname] his crush and pen pal, turned out to be the girl who kept appearing in his dreams. She was wearing an oversized sweater and a pleated skirt.

Amane's cheeks turned red in color till the tips of his ears. He started to walk faster towards [name], wincing at the pain he felt as he held on to his arm.

[name] runs after him, tears started to overflow from her eyes because of happiness. When the two teens were finally closer to each other, Amane didn't even think twice before pulling the female in his embrace.

[name] tearfully returned the hug as if they knew each other back then and just reunited. Amane slightly pulls away from the hug. “S-Sorry, I've been wanting to hold you like that—” he blushed.

“It's fine.” [name] pulls him back into their hug. Amane pouted while wrapping his arms around [name], she felt really soft to hold and that feeling made him forget that he had a wounded arm from falling off the bike. “I'm glad I got to hear your voice and hug you...”

“I feel the same way, [name]-san.” Amane chuckled. He brushed her hair using his fingers. [name] gave out a soft hum coming from her lips. At that moment she wanted to stay in his arms forever.

The two teens pulled away from each other with a shy grin plastered upon their faces. “Nice to meet you, I'm [name] [surname].” she introduced herself with a soft smile on her face. Amane couldn't deny how cute she looked and how she knows how to tug on his heart strings.

“I'm Amane Yugi, nice to meet you too [name]-san.” Amane tilted his head and grins charmingly at her. The [hair color] haired female averted her gaze as her cheeks grew warm.

“You have nice visuals, Amane-san...” [name] pointed out with a small blush. The choppy haired boy runs his fingers through his hair and smiled.

“What do you mean? You're pretty too, [name].” Amane chuckled. “I mean, I sometimes saw you in my dreams, I don't know what that meant, maybe I was longing for you?”

[name]'s eyes sparkled in mirth, she grabbed Amane's hand and interlaced it with hers. She pointed out the glowing ferris wheel with the stars radiating from the purple sky. “Amane-san, look at the ferris wheel!” she smiled at the boy next to her. “Aren't they pretty?”

Amane glanced at the star studded sky, the glowing ferris wheel and then at [name]. He gave her a soft smile, gripping on to her hand gently. “Yeah, they're really pretty...”

At that moment, the billion of stars and the brightest of skies didn't matter to him. [name]'s existence was already ethereal with him.

“I want to spend time with you, Amane-san, now that we finally met.” [name] smiles back at him. “How about you Amane-san? What do you want?”

Amane swiftly wrapped an arm around [name]'s waist making the latter squeal and placing an hand on his shoulder. Her heart was racing on how close their faces are, [name] thought that his amber eyes reminded her of the crescent moon.

“You.” Amane grins sweetly at the blushing [name]. “You're the one that I want, and everything that I want.”

“I look forward to your letters every week. I can feel my heart racing everytime I hear your voice through my phone. I even traded my free time just to meet you...”

“What I'm trying to say is that....” Amane's voice trailed down in a soft tone as if he became shy all of a sudden. He looked down on his shoes whilst his choppy bangs were covering his whole heating face.

“I like—no—I love you, [name]. Will you go out with me?” Amane confessed, squeezing his eyes shut as he placed his hands on her shoulders. Poor boy he was blushing so hard he can even beat the color of a strawberry. ‘Dammit, why did you confess?’

[name]'s lips quivered, her whole face was heating up, Amane was too much for her heart to function. Chances of your crush liking you back is a miracle. “By any chance was that a confession?”

“I don't know, was it?” Amane murmured with an evident blush on his face. He glanced away from [name] and sighed sadly. “It's fine if you don't like me back, just forget what I said and—”

“[name], I swear to god don't do that or I'm falling for you even more than I should've right now...” Amane warned while covering his blush using the back of his hand. “That's so low...”

[name] interrupted him by pressing her soft lips against his cheek. She pulled away slowly while clasping her hands together in nervousness. “T-That's my answer, I-I l-like you t-too.” she stuttered. “And yes, I-I'll go out with you...”

[name] grinned, her laughs were pure and adorable even with a pretty blush on her face. It felt so...fleeting.

She grabbed his hand and placed it on to her cheek, humming softly on how warm his hand is. Amane places his thumb and index finger between her chin. The two of them got lost in each other's look.

“You don't have to do that you know,” Amane mumbled whilst tilting his head closer aiming for her lips as their noses were brushing against with each other. His amber eyes glanced up to hers. “May I?”

[name] held on to his arm and gave him a small nod. Amane tenderly captures her lips in a sweet yet soft kiss. He pulled away slightly and smiled. “Your lips are warm...”

The [hair color] colored girl's legs wobbled and her eyes swirled on how flustered she is. [name] stammered. “I-I felt like my energy had faded from that—”

“You're too cute,” Amane grins at her state. “Sorry. I kinda want one again.” he pulls her into another kiss just to tease her.

The two of them looked at the ferris wheel once again with their hands locking with each other. “You know, I dreamt about you standing in front of the ferris wheel like this...” Amane mentions. “Just where did you come from...?”

Amane was thankful to the moon and stars that he finally met [name], from all those sleepless nights and daydreams, his dream came true. “Sorry for not replying to you, my phone got broken, I even panicked on how I'll let you know.”

“I came under one dream...” [name] replied. “To build a new tomorrow.”

“It's fine, [name]” he gave her a fond smile, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear gently. “Let's cherish what we have now~”

It went from letters to calls then it turned to them holding hands while watching the ferris wheel. These two indeed came together under one dream to build the new tomorrow.

“Will do,”

A new tomorrow with them being together because of the magic blue hour.

“On the boundary between two worlds I want to leave a trace between you and me.”

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