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lyranova · 3 years ago

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Confused Feelings

Hi guys! Here’s a small collab I did with my lovely little sis @crazyclownthanos 💕! It’s with our OC’s Ezio and Josslyn, I hope you guys enjoy this, it takes place when Ezio left Alistar and Leon in the mixer fic (which can be read HERE) and anyway I hope you guys like it I had so much fun writing it 🥰!

Taglist: @eme-eleff @flow3rbudz @thoughtfullyrainynightmare @ckjwnnbc

Word Count: 3,825

Warnings: Language

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“ Excuse me.” Ezio Roulacase said to his friends Alistar Vangeance and Leon Vermillion before walking over to where Josslyn Silva was sitting and grabbed her hand and led her to one of the empty party rooms, the door slammed behind them.

Ezio let go of Josslyn’s hand and watched as the pink haired girl walked over and sat on the edge of the empty table, Ezio leaned against the door as he looked her up and down. Her dress complimented her figure well, her dress, jewelry, and hair were down in a nice yet subtle way. Her makeup was done in simple colors that really made her green eyes pop. She looked beautiful.

“ What are you doing here Joss? I thought you were out with Hikari?” He asked as he tilted his head curiously, Josslyn smirked a bit.

“ I am here with Hikari,” She told him with a shrug and she laughed softly as he looked confused.

“ How? I didn’t see her.”

“ That’s the point.” Josslyn told him, her smirk still in place, Ezio frowned before shaking his head and sighing.

“ What are you doing here Joss?” He asked again, in a slightly more serious tone.

“Why should it matter to you?” A brief pause. “It’s not like I'm your property.” She finished the sentence by sticking her tongue out. Ezio felt somewhat belittled by her sudden change from a straightforward drag to a comedian?

“Joss.” He placed his hands firmly on her shoulders. Josslyn was startled by this sudden action

“All I’m asking is why are you here?” His grip on her grew tighter. Josslyn scrunched her nose.

“You’re playing with mist here.”

Ezio smirked playfully at Josslyn, that wasn’t the first time she had threatened him with her mist magic. Ezio let go of her shoulder and held his hands up as he backed up slightly.

“ Alright alright I surrender,” he said with a small laugh, admittedly he was a little scared of Josslyn and her magic, but he didn’t want to let her know that. He suddenly opened up a portal to the Purple Orca base and he grabbed her hand once again as he walked towards it.

“ I’m taking you home.” He announced before she yanked her hand out of his grip and glared coldly at him.

“ I told you I’m not your property!” She shouted, Ezio blinked in surprise. Hurt evident on his face.

Ezio hadn’t meant for it to come across as him being possessive of her, he was just worried about her. Especially since he knew what kind of guys were about to be coming into the tavern.

“ You’re right I…I hadn’t meant to come off that way, but please Josslyn. The guys that are fixing to come in here are really bad. Pleaseeee!” Ezio begged her.

With all her might and stamina she could muster she pulled her hand from his grasp. “You're such an idiot I swear, I got suspended from the purple orcas again.”

Ezio became dumbfounded. ‘Again….’ his mind echoed. “What did you do anyways?” He asked as he was fixing his posture.

She quickly whipped her head the other way, her arms crossed. She seemed embarrassed…? This was certainly new for Ezio.

Pouting her lips she muttered. “Thought I told you.”

“Eh? I can’t hear you.” He jerked his body forward, the portal continued to sit there.

“I thought I told you.” She muttered louder than before though Ezio had a hard time understanding.

“Speak louder.”

What Ezio didn’t expect on a night out was being punched to the wall by Josslyn. His head smashed against the wall, thankfully the wooden walls were thick enough to catch him. The portal to the purple orcas base immediately closed.

Ezio perked his eyes up when he heard the heel clicking as it met the floor. Crouching down to his level Josslyn whispered.

“I got suspended for setting up too many trap spells, all my squad mates ended up in a magic trap cube for a week. I kinda forgot all about them.”

Ezio rubbed the back of his head as he felt a small bump begin to form on the back of it. He let out a small sigh and shook his head when he heard what she did to her squad mates, it wasn’t surprising, and yet it was at the same time.

“ How did you forget about them in the cube?” He asked in surprise, he had to admit the embarrassed look on her face was pretty cute, but he wasn’t about to comment on it as he knew she would probably threaten to knock him into the wall again.

“ I dunno, I just did.” She mumbled with a shrug, she did have a tendency to forget about her squadmates, but she had never forgotten them for that long before.

Ezio stood up, created another portal, and held out his hand to help her stand.

“ C’mon I’m taking you home, as in home home.” She looked from his hand to his face, Josslyn went to open her mouth to argue but he quickly cut her off.

“ You can either come with me, or I can shout for Hikari and Alistar to come in here and take you home and I can assure you that you’ll probably be tied up and dragged while getting lectured by the both of them. Whereas if you come with me, all you’ll get is fun playful flirty banter as I walk you to your room.” Ezio said with a flirty smile, Josslyn just glared at him.

“ Please Joss?”

“I don’t know…” she muttered again. This was like trying to take a kid out of the candy store.

“Oh yeah now I remember! I told Rekka before I told anyone else!”

“Stop trying to change the topic!” An exaggerated shout came from him, which only led to Josslyn turning away from him again.

“Then quit being a pain in the ass.”

He groaned. Though quickly stopped mid through that groan scared to get another fist to the face. However she just sat there head still sitting in the same position.

“Listen…Joss I'm sorry I made you upset, that wasn’t my intention at all.” Slowly rising to her level, while still crouching down. His hand slowly moved up before grabbing her chin to face him. He saw those beautiful mint green eyes he adored.

“Quit trying to be a womanizer.” She muttered as she escaped Ezio’s grasp once more. Ezio looked visibly confused, she knew that he hasn’t had any luck in romance.

“Or maybe you’re just trying to be like my cousin.” She batted an eye at him, why was she getting territorial all of a sudden?

Ezio frowned at Josslyn words, ‘be just like her cousin’? What did she mean by that? And why did the look in her eye seem…jealous? Territorial? It was a strange look for her, one he didn’t recognize and he knew all of her looks.

“ Joss, are you jealous?” He tilted his head curiously, Josslyn suddenly had a surprised look in her eyes before turning away with a small blush.

“ N-No, of course not! Why would I be jealous?” She scoffed, Ezio’s frown only deepened at her denial. He looked towards the door as he heard Alistar and Leon’s voice’s grow louder and closer, he knew they were going to kill him for dragging them here and then suddenly abandoning them the minute he saw Josslyn. Ezio suddenly looked panicked as he grabbed her hand tightly and looked at her pleadingly.

“ Joss I can’t sit here and argue with you anymore, the minute those two come through the door I’m dead, like really dead, deader than dead, so dead that even a ghost would be surprised at how dead I am.” Ezio knew he was being dramatic but still, he wanted to get his point across. “ So please just come with me, we can continue this conversation once we get to your house but right now I need you to come with me!” He told her in a more commanding and urgent tone, he surprised himself as he sounded much more like his mother then his father in this instance.

“Don’t act condescending with me! Stop acting like a mother, for all I’ve known I’ve been on my own since twelve and I really did think I had a few people I can trust but it turns out you're not one of them! So. Leave. Me. Alone!!” She lifted a hand to slap though a sudden volt went through his entire body, like an instinct in a way.

Grabbing her wrist he whipped up a portal pulling her in first to prevent her from escaping. Though the only thing on his mind was when she made that remark about acting like a mother, but she has a mother? Why not compare her to him, though he seems like he’s only looking at meaningless clues.

A loud THUD was made as soon as the portal closed. Lying on the cold tiles in the black light.

“Joss?” He said softly.

He heard a faint groan, looking around it was hard to notice her, even if she has pink hair.

“Asshole I’m below you.”

Eyes shooting down on the pink haired princess who didn’t seem to be taken into kindly that he was laying right below him.

Ezio blinked and looked down, Josslyn was right he had landed right on top of her! He quickly blushed and jumped up, he scooted away from her until his back hit something hard behind him. When Ezio looked up, it was her bedroom door, he had transported them to the hallway of the Silva Residence. He let out a relieved sigh as he had managed to make it out in time before Leon and Alistar could get to him.

“ So, now since it’s just the two of us, care to answer a couple of my questions?” He asked as he pulled one of his knee’s up and propped his left arm on it, Josslyn rolled her eyes as she sat up.

“ I thought I wasn’t getting lectured?” She asked as she stood and crossed her arms, looking down at the pink haired young man.

“ I’m not lecturing, I just want a few answers. First, why did you just compare me to your mother? Secondly, why did you come to the tavern dressed like that? Thirdly, why did you compare me to your cousin? And Lastly,” his voice lowered slightly. “ why did you tell Rekka about your suspension before me?” He had to admit he was a bit hurt that he was the last to know about her suspension, he stood up at the same time as her and he crossed his arms.

She felt furious not because of the questions he was asking, but furious at herself for feeling furious. She squeezed her hands into balls. Why, Why, Why? She wanted to leave

“If you want answers you’ll have answers.”

Ezio took Josslyn’s hands and began drawing circles with his thumb. He didn’t want to seem desperate nor sad, he just wanted to show her that he was more than a magic knight who flirted with girls.

Josslyn felt defeated. Shrugging her shoulders down she wasn’t even bothered to look him in the eye.

“You see the picture up above me.” From the castle window a dim light reflected on the portrait above her. “A picture of Nebra Silva?”

“That's right, my mom.”

“What’s so significant about it, it’s just a portrait of her with her short hair and wearing her normal iced blue uniform.”

“Not the point, you love sick idiot.” Now that kinda stung.

“My mom first noticed she got pregnant with me after she collapsed performing royal duties, the kingdom was shocked knowing that a peasant got her pregnant. The shocking part was that when I was conceived my dad almost left my mom that same night.”

Ezio opened his mouth to speak but got cut off when Josslyn placed a finger over his mouth.

“Let me finish.”

“Since I’ve become a teenager she’s always on my case about my business, and why I've been suspended multiple times from the magic knights, which I see why but the problem Is that she was once like me, parent or not she was sleeping around.”

“ So,”

When his voice tainted the air she looked at him, “You’re saying that I’m being hypercritical by always getting on your case, who I’m with, etc, Josslyn but that’s your mother of course she’s gonna be on your case.”

“That’s not what I mean!” She had to hold herself back from slapping him.

“Second question, I came to the tavern because I felt a little uh….”

“Admit it you were jealous.”

Josslyn felt flabbergasted.

“No I-“

“If you can’t admit it, you're just as big a hypocrite as your mom and I.”

Josslyn glared at Ezio’s words, she didn’t want to be like her mother and be a hypocrite. But for some reason she also didn’t want to admit she was jealous and that's why she went to the tavern, she glanced at her friend and saw confusion yet concern. She shook her head.

“ You don’t get it, just leave and go home.” She told him coldly before trying to move around him to go to her room. Ezio gripped her hands tighter to keep her from leaving.

“ No, you’re not walking away from this, not until you talk to me.” He insisted, he usually never pushed her, but tonight he felt like he needed too. He watched her bite her bottom lip in thought.

“ You want me to be honest?” She asked, when she saw Ezio nod she turned away slightly. “ I..I don’t know how I’m feeling. I don’t know why I went to that tavern, I just know that I needed to and that I needed to ruin your date with that girl because the thought of you being with someone else hurt me.” Josslyn told him softly, Ezio blinked at her words.

“ To me, it sounds like you were jealous, and that you want me to be with you. Do you feel like this often?” He asked as he continued to rub circles on the back of her hand.

“ Only when you go out with other girls.” Josslyn mumbled, Ezio sighed softly as a warm smile appeared on his face.

“ Josslyn look at me,” Ezio told her, she glanced up at him. “ I love you Josslyn, I’m not saying this in the flirty way I normally do. I mean it; I love you, so much. I always have since we were kids.”

“You’re seriously joking?” Josslyn felt her heart strings being played.

“Josslyn you’re the prettiest girl I know, I love everything about you to your perfect neatly hair, your mint green eyes, your red cherry chapstick, your steam magic, I love everything single thing about you.”

She felt bewildered by this. Has her heart ever been touched like this before? She clenched her chest. Why can’t life be so simple? Why do these feelings called emotions come in our way?

“Now please answer this: why did you tell Rekka about your suspension before me?”

A sneaky smirk formed on her lips. “Seems like you're the jealous one now.” A crimson blush grew.

“W-Whatever.”

“Well for me telling Rekka before you it’s just y’know our families are close and I’ve known him since forever?”

“I’ve known you forever too.” He grumbled

Josslyn rolled her eyes for the fifth time tonight quite dramatically though a small smile graced her lips.

“I know Rekka has a crush on me, but I don’t like him like that. To me he’s family and anyway If I wanted to date him I can’t because my little brother has a crush on his little sister.”

For the first time tonight they laughed .

Ezio couldn’t help but feel slight relief when Jossyn admitted that she didn’t feel the same way about Rekka as he felt about her. Ezio watched as Josslyn laugh, it was such a beautiful sound, he always loved hearing her laugh and seeing her smile. That’s partially why he flirted so much with her so he could see it, instead he would mostly get an annoyed look or some flirtatious banter from her.

The two stood there in silence for a while, neither one really knowing what to say. Josslyn couldn’t really believe that he was being serious about his love for her, he had confessed too many times to loving her in the past, and yet somehow this confession felt *different* more serious than the previous ones.

“ So, where do we go from here?” Josslyn asked him softly, Ezio shrugged and rubbed the back of his neck nervously.

“ I don’t know. I know where I stand as far as my feelings for you, but do you know where you stand as far as your feelings for me?” He asked her kindly, Ezio watched as he saw a conflicted look in her eye. She gave his hand a gentle squeeze.

“ I don’t know. I think I love you but…I just don’t know.” She admitted, her voice shaking a bit. Ezio’s smile turned sad as that wasn’t what he really wanted to hear, but soon his smile turned accepting and he squeezed her hand back.

“ It’s ok Joss, I think, I think what you need most of all right now is time. Time to figure out your feelings and work things out.” Ezio told her, his voice soft and warm it almost felt like a warm comforting blanket had been wrapped around her.

She sniffed a little, she couldn’t help but hate for herself again for feeling this way. It felt foreign to her.

Not knowing what move to make next she did the first thing that came to mind.

Hug him.

Ezio had swore he felt the world stop moving when she felt her hands wrapped around his neck. He hesitated to wrap his hands around her waist, but when he did he could feel her hugging even tighter. This was the highlight of Ezio's dazzling night out. He never intended a fun night at the mixer, to him confessing his love to the flaming sakura of house Silva. It felt too good to be true

As he continued to enjoy this embrace he heard her sniffs which had caused him to perk his eyes to her.

“Everything alright, Joss?”

“Yeah, I just hate this world.”

“Don’t we all?”

he listened as she made a small ‘hmph’ how in the world did he fall for her? A blessed feeling really.

Ezio held Josslyn tightly against his chest, he couldn’t remember the last time she hugged him like this. It had been at least 4 years or more, and that had been the first and last time she had done it. He frowned a bit as he felt Josslyn’s shoulders shake with laughter.

“ You’re so warm.” She mumbled softly against his shoulder, Ezio chuckled as his hands rubbed soothingly up and down her back.

“ See? I told you I was warm and you never believed me.” He said with a mock disappointed sigh, he felt her shove his shoulder playfully and he laughed again, this was nice. Just standing there holding each other, without a care in the world. When suddenly a tall man appeared in the hallway.

“ Josslyn! What are you doing out so late?! If your mother catches you, you’re going to get in trouble!” Helreignn, Josslyn’s brother Ace’s devil shouted. Ezio let out a shout as he jumped away from her, the pink haired girl sighed at both men.

“ Oh, did I interrupt something?” He asked as he looked between Ezio and Josslyn with a confused look on his face. Ezio clutched his racing heart as his face was pale.

“ You scared me half to death!” Ezio shouted dramatically.

“Oh wow.” He commented sarcastically. “How about we throw a pity party for you? promise I’ll save you a seat in my council in the afterlife.”

“I’ll have to decline on that.”

“You’ve met Helreignn before? After that rookie mission where the mountain exploded.”

“I’m not sure if I wanna remember.”

Helreignn whistled before cornering the small man.

“Listen here, dare a lay a finger on Josslyn again and I will not hesitate to strangle you with my arrows.” He said in a threatening tone as he cornered him while cracking his knuckles. Ezio was tall, but compared to that fright he felt so tiny.

“Helreignn.”

“Hm?” He whipped his head around to meet the young girls casual expression

“I think I heard Ace needs you for polearm training.”

“This late at night?” He said shifting his entire boy around.

“Yep, now go before he ends up losing an eye.”

Helreignn made a humming sound, he glared at Ezio then at Josslyn before walking where he came from with hands behind his back.

“Fine, but if he’s still hanging around here in 5 minutes you better pray to Odin.”

As soon as he left the premises Josslyn turned to Ezio.

“Sorry about him. But you heard what he said.”

“ Yeah I heard him,” Ezio said as he cleared his throat, everyone was wanting to kill him today it seemed. He looked at the clock on the nearby wall and sighed, it was getting late and he knew if Yami or his parents caught him out he would get into big trouble. “ It’s late anyway I need to start heading home.” He added as he opened a portal and began to walk towards it. He stopped when Josslyn grabbed his arm.

“ Will you,” she paused, biting her lip in thought. It was wrong of her to ask him to wait for her, especially since she didn’t know how long it would take for her to figure out her feelings for him. He smiled softly at her before he stepped up to her and gave her a chaste kiss on her forehead.

“ I’ll wait for you, I promise.” Ezio told her softly before placing another kiss on top of her head. She looked up at him in surprise, she hadn’t been expecting him to say that, he was a known flirt just like his father was. But he looked serious, like he really meant what he said. Ezio pulled away reluctantly, his heart silently breaking as he let the love of his life go, even if it wasn’t permanent it still hurt.

“ Take all the time you need to figure out how you feel. I'll still be here no matter what you decide. Goodnight, Josslyn.” He said softly before walking through the portal that led to the Black Bulls base. All he wanted right now was to go to bed and just stay there for a while, but instead what he saw when he walked through the portal was a drunken Leon and a very drunk Alistar in front of the base.

#children of the future side story #oc; ezio #oc; josslyn #josslyn is not my oc #mickey🤡#my sunshine🤡#black clover oc #black clover fanfiction #black clover oc fanfiction #oc x oc

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freebooter4ever · 4 years ago

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Semper Fi

Sledge and Snafu walk into a tattoo parlor, what happens? For @diasimar short sledgefu one shot that deals with the - ahem - sexiness of Snafu getting that inner thigh tattoo while in the Marines stationed overseas (suggestive nudity but nothing explicit)

Snafu gets the tattoo on Hawaii during one of the lulls in action sometime after his second stint on Pavuvu. He’s been carousing almost every night, gambling a lot, winning money, sending quite a bit home to his baby sister, spending even more on booze, meeting the finest of the fine in Hawaiian polite society. For the first time in months Eugene and he aren’t attached at the hip in a foxhole anymore, and Snafu’s going a bit wild. For some reason though, no matter how late Snafu returns to their tent, Eugene is still awake, his lamp turned on, his long nose in a book. Even if it’s 3am Eugene greets Snafu as he stumbles into bed, and then calmly continues reading until Snafu passes out. Snafu’s beginning to worry Eugene doesn’t sleep at all. Yet every time Snafu asks Eugene if he wants to come out with him, Eugene politely turns him down.

When it comes to gambling, Snafu tries to stick to branches of the military that aren’t the Marines. He already has a reputation amongst the first and the fifth, and almost every single one of his friends refuses to lose money to him anymore. It’s when Snafu discovers how easy it is to part Navy sailors with their money, that Snafu starts seeing the tattoos. Snafu asks around and discovers there’s a guy who will do it for cheap for armed forces, who is an artist with ink, and who even has some Marines flash to choose from.

Snafu announces his plans for a tattoo to Sledge that evening, who glances up from his book and replies that this is exactly why he takes the night watch these days.

“You’re drunk, Snafu,” Eugene says, “Go to bed. We’ll see if this tattoo is still a good idea in the morning.”

Snafu doesn’t tell Gene that he’s pretty sure this idea has been brewing in the back of his head for days. Instead he goes to bed. And he also realizes that there’s some part of Eugene stuck in those foxholes, still keeping watch, even though they’re on Hawaii where the worst that can happen already has. Gene shouldn’t be worrying about anything, and he certainly shouldn’t be watching over Snafu while he sleeps. If anyone should be looking after anybody it should be Snafu. He’s the one half in love.

“If I get a tattoo on my own, will you hate me?” Snafu asks Gene the next morning.

“Why would I hate you?” Eugene replies, genuinely confused.

Snafu shrugs. He always assumed Eugene would one day.

Eugene rolls his eyes, satisfied that Snafu is back to his normal enigmatic sober self, and then rolls over in his cot and goes back to sleep.

This time Snafu stays awake, studying Sledgehammer’s sleeping face, munching on a chocolate bar while Eugene snores. By the time Snafu finishes his breakfast, and Eugene is properly awake, Snafu gets an idea about how to put Eugene’s watchdog tendencies to good use.

“Why am I coming with you to Chinatown?” Eugene asks that afternoon as they make their way across Honolulu.

“Because that’s where Jerry’s shop is,” Snafu answers, “It’s art, Eugene, you’ll love it. Trust me.”

“Who’s Jerry?”

“I’m gonna pretend I didn’t hear that, Gene,” Snafu sighs, “How are you even a Marine? We need to get you out more.”

“I get out plenty,” Eugene gripes and gets that cute nose wrinkle between his brows that happens whenever Snafu teases him too much.

Snafu grins.

“Just because I don’t drink, doesn’t mean I judge anyone else for it,” Eugene says defensively.

“I know you don’t, Boo, and all the guys respect you for it, but they’ll love you for it if you also join us from time to time. You don’t gotta do anything, just be there,” Snafu says.

“Huh,” Eugene says, and thoughtfully considers Snafu’s suggestion while they walk. It baffles Snafu sometimes, how Eugene actually take Snafu’s opinions into consideration. Gene listens, and thinks on it until he understands, and then adjusts his behavior as he sees fit, and he puts a hell of a lot more stock into Snafu’s judgement than Snafu could ever have imagined him doing. “Are you included in this?” Eugene asks after a period of silence.

“What?” Snafu holds the door open to the tattoo parlor for him.

“Will you love me if I hang out from time to time?” Eugene asks and hesitates in the doorway.

“I already love you, Gene, you don’t gotta work on that,” Snafu winks and playfully pushes Sledge’s ass the rest of the way into the shop.

Eugene looks endearingly uncomfortable standing in the middle of the tattoo parlor. Gene’s eyes go wide and they keep sliding over to the corner of the shop where a sailor with bulging muscles is having a delicate bird tattooed onto his bicep. Snafu slides his arm across Eugene’s shoulder to help the poor guy relax while they wait their turn to be helped.

“What am I doing here?” Gene hisses lowly in Snafu’s ear as he leans against him.

“I want to get the tattoo on a sensitive area,” Snafu whispers back and leans closer. Any excuse to hold Gene tighter.

“How sensitive?” Sledge is looking at Snafu like Snafu’s situation has gone from fucked up to total insanity.

“On a part of me that might make things a little too hot, if you know what I mean,” Snafu elaborates.

“Shelton, what the heck are you getting at?”

“I’m getting the eagle and globe on my inner thigh and I want you to be here to make sure nothing turns raunchy,” Snafu explains.

Eugene pulls away and stares at him for a full minute. “What the hell do you think is going to be sexy about a man sticking a needle in your skin for a couple hours?”

“I dunno, Sledgehammer, I’m just concerned he’s going to be nose to nose with certain areas of myself I like to keep private,” Snafu says.

“Then why not get it on your arm like a normal person?” Sledge whispers accusingly.

Snafu shrugs. He swears Eugene looks fiercely jealous, but maybe he’s just seeing things. “Hate me yet?” he asks.

Eugene just glares in response. And crosses his arms in a bit of a huff. But he doesn’t leave the shop. Eugene doesn’t say another word. He silently inspects the art Snafu picks out. And when it’s Snafu’s turn, Eugene stands beside him. He silently watches as Snafu drapes himself over the bench and splays his legs open. A strategically placed thin blanket keeps Snafu’s dignity intact, but his ass is otherwise as bare as the day he was born.

Eugene was right about the artist being professional and too focused to do much else. The guy doesn’t even treat Snafu like he’s a body made of flesh and bone, just canvas. The artist is firm, and calm, and certain of every mark he makes.

And the only thing Snafu finds distracting is the unexpected intensity of Eugene staring at Snafu’s crotch while the tattoo is being done.

At first it’s fine. The tattoo starts almost inside his hip and the pain is next to nothing. And certainly nothing Snafu can’t handle. Until the needle goes lower, into sensitive fatty areas, and the pain explodes.

“Fuck!” Snafu grits out as he tries to keep his body from reacting.

That gets Eugene’s attention on Snafu’s face, finally. Gene turns to him and takes his hand gently.

Snafu isn’t having it. He grips Eugene’s hand so hard his knuckles turn white and Eugene’s eyebrows shoot up on his face in shock. Snafu almost growls with the pain, and tears prick his eyes. In all Snafu’s half baked plans about giving Eugene something artsy to admire that they can both share, and by coincidence letting Eugene watch over Snafu’s dick for a couple hours, Snafu had never considered he might end up looking ridiculous in front of his crush.

“Hey, look at me,” Eugene whispers softly right beside Snafu’s head. Gene crouches down beside the bench so they’re eye level, and gently slides his fingers across Snafu’s cheek. He turns Snafu’s head to face him, away from the work being done on Snafu’s leg, and suddenly all Snafu can see is the adoration and concern in Eugene’s eyes.

“Sledgehammer...?” is all Snafu can manage to say.

Eugene holds Snafu’s hand tight and cups Snafu’s face, and whispers sweet nothings about how beautiful Snafu is. Something about Snafu’s stubble and square jaw, and something about the rain. And Snafu can barely pay attention, but if he watches Eugene’s lips form around the words long enough he almost forgets the pain.

‘Just fucking kiss me,” Snafu wants to be able to say, ‘I’ve been waiting for you to do it for months.”

He doesn’t say it.

He does, however, manage to survive his first (and hopefully only) tattoo experience thanks to Gene’s helping hand (Literally. Snafu hopes he didn’t maim Gene’s drawing hand.). The artist wraps Snafu’s leg and gives him instructions on how to care for the tattoo in the first few days. The artist also gives him and Gene a considering look, but says nothing. Snafu supposes the guy’s probably used to all sorts, what with him tattooing mostly Navy boys, a branch of the armed forces where what Snafu wants to do to Gene is almost legal. Almost.

Snafu’s leg doesn’t hurt too much, but he plays it up a bit for sympathy. Eugene steadfastly allows Snafu to lean on him the whole walk home, with Gene’s arm strong and secure around Snafu’s waist. To be fair it is hard to walk with a giant bandage around a guy’s inner thigh. Snafu is reduced to an awkward hobble. He is relieved when he can finally stagger into their tent and flop onto Gene’s cot.

“Snafu, wrong bed,” Eugene points out helpfully. He tries to help Snafu stand back up.

Snafu refuses and goes limp.

“Snaf, you’re on my book.”

Snafu does move for that.

Eugene rescues his book and then sits down at the foot end of the cot. “So how long is it gonna take to heal?” he asks conversationally.

Snafu grunts.

“I’ll bring you dinner,” Eugene announces. He pats Snafu’s ankle lovingly and stands back up with a sigh. A few hours of silence and he returns with rice. “I figured simple was better for now,” he explains.

Snafu makes no comment on his freely given dinner, and eats his rice quietly while Eugene carefully peels the bandage off Snafu’s thigh.

“It’s gonna look better in a few weeks,” Snafu assures him.

With his head still bent over Snafu’s crotch, Eugene looks at him skeptically from underneath his brow.

“Hopefully,” Snafu adds, his confidence faltering a little.

Snafu spends the next three days wallowing in comfort with Eugene at his beck and call. Somewhere in town Eugene picks up an odd smelling cream that Eugene swears on his life will help. Snafu agrees, not because he’s in pain or worried about the tattoo becoming infected. But because he just enjoys it when Eugene leans across Snafu’s legs on the cot to get a good angle, pushes down Snafu’s pants, and then rubs little feather-light circles over Snafu’s naked thigh to massage the cream in.

“Think you can walk now?” Eugene asks on the fourth day after he’s rubbed the cream into Snafu’s skin.

It takes Snafu a minute to remember that he never mentioned to Eugene that walking was no longer a problem after the bandage came off the first day. “Oh...probably,” Snafu says while keeping his voice deceptively light.

Eugene sighs. He’s been doing that a lot lately. “Better not try,” he says, “Just to be sure. It’s starting to scab.” Eugene trails a finger down the tattoo. He barely brushes the tiny portions of scabbed skin, but it sends a strange tingle up Snafu’s spine.

Snafu swallows. “Think it’s supposed to do that,” he opinions, “The scabbing.” - not the tingling.

“I might get Jay to bring you your dinner tonight...” Eugene trails off, his thoughts clearly elsewhere. All of Snafu’s focus is on Eugene’s hand still resting over the clothed portion of Snafu’s leg. Till he hears what Eugene said.

“What???” Snafu demands.

“I’ve been thinking of going out with the guys. Burgie says it’s Stringbean’s birthday or something,” Eugene says.

“What? No!” Snafu yanks his pants back up over his crotch.

“You said I needed to spend more time with them...”

“Yeah, but not without me!” Snafu exclaims, “I’ll come along...”

“Not so fast,” Eugene holds Snafu’s chest down on the bed with his hand, and briefly fulfills one of Snafu’s many fantasies, “If you get that tattoo infected, you might be stuck here even longer than if you just wait it out now.”

“But I...” Snafu is realizing his subterfuge in getting Eugene to wait on him hand and foot is coming back to bite him in the ass.

“Jay’s staying behind tonight to write a letter to his folks,” Eugene concludes, “He won’t mind bringing you food, honest.”

“But it’s pork chops tonight!” Snafu says as Eugene gets up to leave.

“I think Jay can handle carrying some pork chops,” Eugene chuckles.

Snafu’s losing him. He’s almost out the door. Eugene’s gonna find a replacement caretaker and that’ll be the end to Snafu monopolizing his time.

“Gene!” Snafu calls desperately. He scrambles out of bed and grabs Eugene’s wrist.

Eugene blinks at him in surprise. “I thought you were in pain...?”

Snafu opens his mouth and casts his eyes anywhere but on Gene so maybe Sledgehammer won’t see his guilt. In his haste, Snafu forgot to button his pants. They’re falling down his hips again.

“You were never in any pain, were you?” Eugene asks.

“Maybe for the first...” Snafu thinks hard, “...three...or four...hours...?”

“It’s been four days Snafu,” Eugene starts advancing on him like he’s gonna give Snafu some real pain to think about, “I help you limp to the toilet four times a day. I’ve been giving you sponge baths!”

Snafu trips backwards and falls onto Gene’s cot. “I’ve been reading your books aloud for you!” he protests, “You like it when I do the heavy accent.” As if that makes them even.

“You. Owe. Me,” Eugene emphasizes. And shoves Snafu flat on his back

“Semper Fi?” Snafu says with a grin.

“Get your own damn pork chops, Shelton,” Eugene shakes his head in disgust - the worst expression Snafu could imagine being on his face, “And get out of my cot. You are perfectly capable of using your own.” He moves as if to tip over the cot and dump Snafu out of it.

“Wait!” Snafu sprawls across it like a heavy starfish. “True, my leg doesn’t hurt, but I don’t want to move too much and risk breaking open the scabs,” Snafu protests, “Remember! Potential infection!”

Eugene stops, and considers this carefully. “Fair point,” he says.

“Fuck...” Snafu groans and pushes himself up on his elbows. “You listen to my advice too much, Hammer. Don’t go out with those guys. Stay in tonight. With me. I’ll even read to you from that dumbass history book you love so much.”

This gets Eugene’s interest. He knows Snafu prefers the fiction novels over the dry facts. But Eugene’s a sucker for timelines and dates.

Snafu’s got him on the edge. He just needs one last enticement to tip Eugene over.

“C’mon Sledge, help me out with this and when it’s all healed, I’ll let you and only you kiss it,” Snafu jokes, hoping that if he entertains Eugene enough, Gene won’t kick him out of his cot. Snafu wiggles his leg enticingly. It makes the tattoo jiggle. The Marines Corps eagle flaps it’s wings. Snafu smiles beguilingly.

Except Eugene’s not laughing. His eyes are devastatingly serious as he thinks over Snafu’s words. He sits down on the cot again, on top of Snafu’s feet. And leans forward, sliding his hand up Snafu’s leg the whole way. His fingers grip Snafu’s thigh just below the marred skin of the tattoo, as if he’s waiting for the day he can touch that skin without hesitance. He stares Snafu straight in the eye with an uncompromising look and says, “Deal.”

Snafu is hit with flashes of fantasy - of Eugene’s head bending down, his lips replacing his fingers, Eugene kissing his way up the tattoo straight to Snafu’s...

“Shake on it,” Eugene insists, holding out his hand.

Snafu shakes wordlessly.

And Eugene marches out of the room to fetch Snafu his pork chops.

Snafu drops back onto the cot again and wonders desperately if jerking off would reopen the wounds, or stretch the tattoo beyond recognition.

#sledgefu #bad germs

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writingismyhappytime · 4 years ago

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A Little Jealousy Never Hurts

Vinny Mauro x Reader

Warnings: Language

"I'm thankful it's almost the end of the semester and I'm still passing all my classes," you sigh as you lean back in your chair, propping your feet up on your desk. You run your fingers sleepily down your face, but considering the late hour it's no surprise you're tired.

Your boyfriend nods his head where he sits in the floor, leaning back into the bed you share as he plays video games. You know he's tired too, it's been a long semester and quite a struggle living with roommates, everyone having different schedules.

Still, it annoys you that he'd rather spend his free time playing games than talking to you. You've been together a year now, moved in with each other a few months ago to help with rent, and you feel like it's just not going quite as well now.

You like Vinny, he's cute, and really sweet when he's paying attention. Sometimes you think he can be rather childish and petty, a brat really, but that's what being an only child gets you. Sometimes you'd like nothing more than to lock the door and kick him out, throw his things dramatically out the window like you've seen on movies --- but only sometimes, the rest of the time you don't know if you can survive without him.

Now, actually, isn't one of those times.

He's getting on your nerves.

"Hey. Do you two want any takeout?" Your roommate asks, suddenly appearing in the doorway. He glances at your boyfriend, who's not even acknowledged him, before back at you where you sit resigned, feet still propped on your messy desk with an irritated expression. "(Y/N)?"

"Just order two of whatever you're getting." You tell him, forcing a smile. "I trust your judgement."

"I don't know if you should, but thanks. Oh, and here," he takes a few steps forward, stopping at the edge of your desk as he offers you a book. "This has been one of my favorite reads so far, I thought maybe you'd like it."

"Oh nice, thanks!" You brighten at the book he hands you, a little excited. Your roommate and you share a love of novels, fantasy books that take you to worlds you wish you could disappear into. You're close because of that, constantly swapping books back and forth, both of your rooms starting to pile up with them.

You flip the book open, letting your feet drop to the floor as you scan the synopsis on the back, curious. "It sounds pretty cool so far. Is there romance?"

"Among other things, yes."

"You know the romance is what I care about."

"Ahuh. There's also magic, wizards, demons, hunters who try to stop them without any parents to tell them what to do."

"They're always kids saving the world, huh? Why not someone our age, dying of sleep loss and trying to get a degree that won't help them at all?" You grumble, miffed. You're half tempted to write your own book, full of stupid, cheesy romance, about a girl struggling through college that somehow gets thrown into a supernatural fiasco that resorts in a hot, sweet, yet also badass boyfriend.

Too cliche?

Vinny glances over as you and your roommate talk, momentarily letting his controller rest in his lap. He had two exams today, his brain is fried and he just wanted to mindlessly play some video games before going straight to bed. It's the end of the semester and he's never been so stressed in his life.

Living with you makes it a little easier, you keep him straight and makes sure he doesn't screw up focusing on his studies. You're a nerd, but that's why he likes you so much, and you're cute, and nice when you're not harping at him like a mother.

You have a thing for books, which is what is causing your shared room to kind of fill up, not that he minds. If it makes you happy, you can have all you want. Your roommate is always coming in, leaving a book or taking one, the two of you chatting about it and going into your own little worlds.

Vinny gets jealous, admittedly. He wishes he could be so enthralled with something he goes all in to it, the way you and your friend do. He doesn't know the guy too well, they only talk because they live together, but he's not bad.

"What's going on?" He asks after a moment, just wanting to remind you that he's still in the room, that he's not invisible. His game is completely forgotten now, left on pause.

"Oh! He just recommended me another book to read," You reply, lifting it up slightly where it rests in your lap as you glance at him. "I'll give it back to you as soon as I'm done, Tony. Might take me a couple days, I still have some exams to study for."

"Don't worry about it. Just hand it back before the month is up so I can return it to the library."

Vinny frowns, crossing his arms across his chest.

You two talk so casually, and you're so relaxed with each other. He bites the inside of his cheek as he watches you interact, a tightening in his gut; this guy could so easily steal you away from him, you have more interests that match up. You both love fantasy worlds and books, talking about them, going to writing club and signings, whereas he could care less about all of that stuff. Fictional adventures with wizards and shadow hunters don't excite him like it does you guys.

Since the moment Tony moved in, he's watched the two of you grow closer and closer, and though sometimes he's quite sure Tony isn't interested in women, he still gets worried. He can't help the twisting, anxious feeling in his gut he tries to ignore all the time when he sees you together; he knows he's not perfect, he has his moments where he's a dick or a screwup, but he tries to make up for it.

"How's your last exam?" You ask your roommate, letting the book rest of your desk. "Do you think you passed?"

"Probably. I did enough cramming all I was thinking was equations, they haunted my dreams." The roommate shudders. "You?"

"Well, it's sink or swim, I guess. I was so nervous I couldn't sit still. I do not want to take that class over again."

"Let's hope you don't have too then."

"Hey, weren't you going to order food?" Vinny suddenly asks, interrupting the conversation before it goes too far. "Do you need my card or anything?"

"Oh no, I got you guys." The roommate hesitates, seeing Vinny's huffy look. "I'll go ahead and get something ordered, though. Anything you guys want in particular?"

"No." Vinny's reply is short. "Just whatever."

You send him a sharp look he ignores as he turns off the TV, getting to his feet. Your roommate purses his lips, merely nodding before taking a few steps out of the room, closing the door behind him.

"Vinny! What's with the attitude?" You scowl at him, annoyed. He's always such a jerk to your roommate, who you're starting to like more than your boyfriend. You don't know why he's always so snappy and short lately, it's getting on your nerves; so uncalled for!

"I don't have one," your boyfriend replies, sitting down on the edge of your shared bed, leaning down to grab his untied sneakers, jerking them on.

"You say with a bitchy tone." You grumble, slouching in your chair as you cross your arms. You eyeball him cautiously. "But seriously, what's your problem with Tony? He's a great roommate, he even orders us food when he's getting some, and lends me books. You borrow his toothpaste all the time since you're too cheap to buy your own."

It's not that Vinny is too cheap, he just keeps forgetting.

Vinny sighs. "I don't have an issue with Tony, alright? He's cool."

"Then what's wrong?" You genuinely don't understand.

"I just... you don't talk about stuff that way with me."

"I don't what?"

"When you and Tony talk about books, you're just --- so animated, I guess. You don't talk to me that way." he shrugs his shoulders, looking down as he fumbles with his laces. You get such bright eyes when you talk about books or the plot of them, the characters, you're so into it. It's like you immerse yourself in that world, leaving him out of it.

"I didn't think you were interested in listening to me talk about fantasy worlds." You reply, gazing at him. Is he jealous or something? "You've never seemed to be. It's just nice to have someone to share books and talk about them with, you've nothing to worry about. Tony is gay as hell anyway; you'd stand a better chance hooking up with him than I would."

Vinny rolls his eyes, his cheeks starting to get warm; he knows being jealous is stupid, he just can't help it. He really likes you, and he keeps worrying things are going to go wrong. He's never moved in with a girl before, and it seems like stuff is going fast with you.

"Are you going to answer me or ignore me?" You stare at him, irritated. You hate it when you say something or ask a question and he just doesn't respond to you, it drives you crazy!

"Er, sorry. I just, I dunno --- I wish I could be into like you are, but I'm not." he shrugs his shoulders. "I'm not much of a reader, and I can't get into it."

"We all have our different interests."

"I know."

"We both like Chinese food, and we both like to watch Gordon Ramsey yell at people. That's two things we share that I don't with anyone else," you say after a moment, wanting to make him feel better. "We talk about how annoying the patriarchy is, and we both want to move to Montana and start a cafe."

"Actually that last part is yours."

"Well, you never disagreed, figured we were on the same page."

Vinny's lips twitch, and finally he looks at you, seeing you're just gazing at him, leaning back comfortably in your chair.

"I know I shouldn't be jealous, it's dumb. I just can't help it."

"You're an only child, you just don't like sharing." You tease him, trying to lighten the mood a little. He smiles slightly, and you reach over, curling your fingers through his; the room is small, you can take on step and be on the bed beside him, so you're not too far away. "Well, we're not always going to like the same things, and that's okay. I'm definitely not going to run off with our gay roommate. Does that make you feel better?"

"A little."

"Good." You squeeze his cold fingers. "Now let's go make sure he doesn't want to move out because he's unloved."

"I don't want to."

"Oh, come on," you get to your feet and pull, forcing him to follow suit. "Feel a little better about it now?"

"Only if you kiss me."

"Kiss you? Why would I do that?" You scoff, even as you're turning to face him, your fingers threading through his as you smile. You lean forward, pressing a soft kiss against his lips, feeling him sigh into you. His hand rises, cupping your cheek as he deepens the kiss, just holding onto you for a few moments.

This is one of the reasons you're with him. You can have a disagreement, but he's so easy to talk too, to work it out with. He listens, he thinks about it, and he's sometimes pretty reasonable about it. Plus you love it when he ends up making up with a kiss, it's always so sweet, so cheesy it makes you melt on the inside.

You suppose a little jealousy never hurts when you end up getting kisses like this.

#vinnymauro #vinnymauroimagines #miw #motionlessinwhite #miwimagines #vinnymaurofanfiction #miwfanfiction

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jundotcom · 5 years ago

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✎ ‧‧‧ genre: angst, yearning, fluff

✎ ‧‧‧ seventeen — hoshi.

✎ ‧‧‧ now playing: someday - btob,

When Soonyoung first met you, you came to one of their hangouts as Jeonghan’s friend. You’d met at work, he assumed. He didn’t bother learning the story.

It wasn’t that you were particularly unfriendly or anything — you’d done nothing wrong. He had no hard feelings against you.

But when you started to call Jeonghan more often or when you offered to bring them takeout, he felt his resolve crumble just that much more.

You were Jeonghan’s friend. You were off limits.

‧‧‧

Soonyoung first finds himself thinking about you when you’re walking. It’s a group venture: Minghao and Mingyu were ahead taking photos, Seokmin and Seungkwan strolled at a steady pace chatting about anything and everything, you were walking with Jeonghan and Joshua while Soonyoung fell behind a bit.

Wonwoo noticed and took to his side. “You’re usually really upbeat with Kwan and Seok... is something wrong?”

“No, I just didn’t sleep well last night,” he replied. He wasn’t wrong. Nothing was the “matter” per se, but he didn’t quite know how to explain it yet.

So he didn’t.

‧‧‧

During one of your nightly strolls that you insisted you took, you stumble on the cracked concrete garden lining.

Whoever decided that Jeonghan would come down with a stomach bug and left Soonyoung alone with you was a fool. A damned fool.

He grabbed your wrist — a little harsh, yes, but he will apologize for that later — and you smile. You smiled while you fell.

“Why are you smiling? You could have really hurt yourself!”

You smile again. You seem to do that a lot.

“Well, I knew you would catch me.”

‧‧‧

It has been twelve days since the walk. And Soonyoung still failed to get a good night’s rest because of it. He envied how naive you were. He chucked off his shirt, hoping it was the heat.

He knew it wasn’t.

‧‧‧

It’s another day, another night, and your visiting Jeonghan again. This time it was just the three of you.

When Jeonghan leaves to get drinks from the convience store, you turn to Soonyoung with a nervous look.

“Hey, Soonyoung?”

“Yeah?”

“We’re friends right?”

He can feel his heart ascend into the clouds.

“Yeah, of course.”

“Okay good.”

You pause. “Do you think Jeonghan likes me?”

Soonyoung’s heart falls.

‧‧‧

It’s the following week that you and Jeonghan announce your official relationship. The table is met with mixed reactions: “yay!” / “good for you guys!” / “took long enough!”

Some people stay quite and choose to give a curt nod. Soonyoung is people.

‧‧‧

You come over more often — if that’s even possible. Soonyoung stays less often — if that’s even possible. it’s not.

‧‧‧

Soonyoung enjoys his time alone. Yes, he loves his friends. But there’s just something about the silence that gets him relaxed. He wouldn’t trade this for the world. His phone rings.

“Soonyoung?”

“Hey, what’s up?”

You sniffle. You’d been crying. Weren’t you out with Jeonghan? “Can you come pick me up?”

“Of course.”

Thankfully, you are the world.

‧‧‧

It isn’t until you make it to your apartment that you tell him what happened. He listens, nods but doesn’t understand.

You don’t say any names, but you both know who you’re talking about. You start to cry.

“I’m sorry.”

(read: I wouldn’t treat you like that.)

You don’t acknowledge his apology while getting out the car. “See you soon,” you smile. Stop doing that.

‧‧‧

He finds out very quickly that you didn’t break up with Jeonghan after what happened. He’s pretty sure that’s what it means after he sees you making out on the couch. He doesn’t come out of his room until the next morning.

‧‧‧

Soonyoung knows you aren’t happy when everyone watches a movie together and you stare intently at the screen. He can tell by how your hands are clammy. He can tell by how your eyebrows quirk you every once and a while at a new thought. Maybe he should focus on the movie now. Jeonghan is looking at him.

‧‧‧

Everyone is out for the day. It’s a summer day and the sun is just setting. Jeonghan and Joshua are picking teams for basketball. You and Soonyoung watch from the sidelines.

It isn’t until they start playing you start conversation.

“Don’t tell him about that night.”

Why? He’s your boyfriend. He should know. It’s not his place to keep secrets between a couple.

“Okay.”

‧‧‧

Soonyoung dyes his hair black in a sudden itch to do, to be, different.

You chuckle while taking a piece of his bangs in your hand. You’re too close.

“It looks good on you!”

Soonyoung excuses himself to his room.

‧‧‧

He watches the fight you have with Jeonghan that same night from the window. Jeonghan was (presumably) jealous that you don’t spend time with him. You’re angry because he flirts with every girl that crosses his path. It’s hard to understand screaming.

You leave with tears down your cheeks.

Twenty minutes after he came back in, Jeonghan is laughing with the guys about one of the boys being unable to get a girlfriend. Soonyoung gets uncomfortable.

‧‧‧

11:29 pm

are you awake?

yeah, what’s up?

dunno, just thinking.

dangerous..

haha, yeah.

1:39 am

i miss you.

i’m on my way.

‧‧‧

When Soonyoung gives his heart away, it’s for good. He comforted you that night. And the night after that. And the week following. He even congratulated you when you and Jeonghan got back together.

If he’d been just a little bit faster, or a little bit more charismatic... maybe.

Maybe in another world.

Thankfully, you were (read: are) his world.

#seventeen #kwon soonyoung #yoon jeonghan #angst #drabble #angst drabble #seventeen drabble #seventeen drabbles #soonyoung #hoshi #hoshi angst #kwon soonyoung angst

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sanderssidesfanfiction · 4 years ago

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If There’s a Place I Could Be - Chapter Seventy

If There’s a Place I Could Be Tag

August 27th, 2000

Emile was trying not to bounce around looking at everything on campus, but he couldn’t deny the spring in his step. He was so excited to be around a real college, that he was going to be attending! He was looking forward to this more than words could say, honestly.

Out of the corner of his eye, he saw another tour group, and noticed one of the guys in it trudging along at the back of the group. Emile inwardly frowned. He had seen this guy around campus a couple times, and every time he looked like he would rather be anywhere else.

Emile resolved to say hi to him at some point. After all, everyone needed at least one friend, and this guy looked like he didn’t have any yet.

August 26th, 2002

Emile led the wide-eyed freshman around the campus with a small smile. All of them were so excitable, chattering about the possibilities of no longer living with their parents, of being able to meet new friends, of getting jobs and being adults. The freshmen were allowed to wander the campus for a bit, and Emile sat down on one of the benches with a sigh. Hesitantly, one of the freshmen from another group approached him. “Uh...sorry to bother you, are you Emile?”

“Yeah, that’s me,” he said, offering a tired grin. “Completely exhausted and certifiably insane, according to my boyfriend.”

“Oh. Um, I can go if you want a break...”

“Nah, it’s okay, sit down,” Emile sat, patting the bench beside him. “What’s eating at you?”

The kid sat down, fiddled with his hands, staring at his lap, then, he looked at Emile and blurted, “I’m not sure if I want to go to college.”

Emile nodded. “Okay.”

“Okay?” the kid asked. “Everyone I told before just...laughed.”

“I’m not everyone,” Emile said simply. “You’re part of Clara’s group, aren’t you?”

“Uh, yeah. She said I should talk to you about this because of your boyfriend. Um. He’s not part of the freshman orientation, is he?”

Emile laughed. “No!” he exclaimed. “Remy dropped out of college his freshman year and never looked back.”

“Oh,” the kid said. “He doesn’t...regret it?”

“No,” Emile said. “College just wasn’t for him. And that’s perfectly okay for anyone. Granted, he doesn’t talk to his parents anymore, but that’s an entirely different layer of complicated.”

“My parents...they’re kinda overbearing,” the kid said with a grimace. “They didn’t like any of the majors I might have been interested in. They made me choose pre-med. I would have rather gone with English, if I went with anything at all. I know there’s not a lot of jobs for English majors...but I’m not sure about college, period. And I would want to learn what I wanted to learn about.”

Emile nodded. “Makes sense. I’m sorry your parents are like that.”

“Eh. I mean, fourteen years of school later and I have a PhD and no reason to talk to them anymore,” the kid said with a weak smile. “But I don’t want to be here. I don’t like it. I just...I would rather have a minimum wage job for the rest of my life. I could live through retail, and like...maybe I wouldn’t make the most money, but I could do something, you know?”

“Yeah,” Emile said with a nod. “That’s what my boyfriend is doing. Two minimum wage jobs and I work a third, so we get the bills paid and we have food on the table.”

The kid blew out a breath. “I’m jealous,” he said with a weak laugh.

“What’s your name?” Emile asked.

“Darren,” the kid said.

“Darren, I’m going to tell you a secret,” Emile said, putting a hand on his shoulder. “You can change your major to whatever you want, and your parents don’t have a say. They don’t need to sign off on it. You’re an adult, you can do it all on your own. Now, I wouldn’t recommend dropping out of college just yet, because if you can get through it without harm, it can help you. But if you really would rather work retail, maybe get a Communications or a Business degree. Those could help you become a manager someplace. Get a job, get your foot in the door, and work your way up the corporate ladder, you know?”

Darren nodded slowly. “I guess...” he said reluctantly. “What if I burn out, though? I’ve already done so much school, more just seems overwhelming...”

“If you burn out you’re under no obligation to continue,” Emile said. “But I of course have to tell you to give it a shot first, if for no other reason than because I’m currently promoting the college.” Darren laughed at that. “Did that answer some of your questions?”

“Yeah,” Darren said, giving him a relieved smile. “College isn’t the only way to go. You know, I think I’m gonna change my major when school starts. And after that, I’ll call my parents and explain. Maybe if they hear how I feel directly from me, they’ll change their mind. In all honesty, I think I could be happiest at a trade school. Maybe they could help me with that.”

“I hope so,” Emile said with a smile. “And if not, you can do it on your own. It won’t be easy, but you can.”

“Yeah. Thanks, Emile,” Darren said, standing.

“Of course!” Emile chirped. “If you ever want to talk more, Clara has an uncanny sense of where I might be at any given time. She can find me.”

Darren laughed with a nod and walked away, a small, hopeful smile on his face.

“You didn’t tell me you’re already a therapist, Emile,” Remy said from behind him.

“I’m not. I’m just a good listener. I listen to what you say and I listen to what he says, and then I use what you’ve told me to talk to him,” Emile said, looking back over the bench with a smile. “What’s up?”

“Just checking on you. Seeing how you’re faring with the gremlins,” Remy said with a grin as he leaned on the back of the bench.

“We were those gremlins not so long ago,” Emile reminded him.

“Ugh, I know. Definitely not my finest moments,” Remy said with an exaggerated shudder and eye-roll.

Emile laughed and Remy rounded the bench to sit with him. “So, how’s everything, mio amore? Are you attacked with nostalgia or are you cringing at the thought that you were bouncier than most of these freshmen?”

“Nostalgia, I guess, although I don’t really get either of those,” Emile said. “I’m more...astounded. Like, these kids are going to be going out into the world on their own in four years, possibly sooner. Looking back on what we did, I’m shocked that we could achieve that. You’re eighteen, nineteen years old, you know you’re not invincible but you still feel like you have a grip on everything, like you understand the world enough to do things on your own...and now we’re sitting here, twenty and twenty one, and we’re both just laughing at how wrong we were.”

Remy nodded. “Brain development is a bitch,” he said simply.

Emile barked out a laugh, clamping a hand over his mouth as he shook in his laughter. “Remy! That’s rude! These kids are technically adults!”

“Technically,” Remy pointed out. “And you just called them kids.”

“Look,” Emile said, trying his hardest to remain serious and failing. “All I’m saying is that looking backwards is weird, knowing what you thought but now realizing that it was so wrong.”

Remy sighed. “Yeah.” He got a glint in his eye that Emile didn’t like. “So I have a question based on that,” he said, waggling his eyebrows.

“I don’t like where this is going. Ask me,” Emile said.

“Do you think you’d still donate your sperm today?” Remy asked with a wicked grin.

“Remy!” Emile exclaimed, whacking Remy with his arm. “Can you imagine what would happen if one of the students I was supposed to be teaching about the campus overheard that question?”

“I imagine they’d ask if you got any money for it,” Remy said with a shrug. “Would you?”

Emile made a noise in the back of his throat. “Yeah, probably,” he said. “And I wouldn’t be anonymous, either. Those kids have the right to know where they came from, and if I get sick later down the line they should know there’s a risk for that. I might not be so convinced that someone would actually use it, but...”

“Hey, Emile, you’re cute, you’re smart, and you’re probably gonna end up with a PhD one day. You’d be a catch for any lady at the sperm bank,” Remy said definitively.

“You say that,” Emile laughed. “I don’t know exactly how much you’ll believe it later down the line, when we get older. We’ll probably look back at that decision one day and figure out that I was stupid.”

“Nah, I don’t think so,” Remy said. “You wanted to help families become families. That’s not stupid, that’s admirable.”

“So would you donate yours?” Emile asked.

Remy choked and stared at Emile. “No,” he said. “No. I’ve never had a deep-rooted desire to have a family, whether that’s through donating my sperm or settling down and adopting. Like, I’m not against families, you know? But when it comes to being a dad, I don’t know how well I’d do.”

“How come?” Emile asked.

Remy shrugged. “I dunno. Like, I would not want to end up being like my parents were, you know? And I could overcompensate trying to not be them and wind up ignoring kids, or I could fall back into old habits and hurt them. Like. Okay, looking at us ten to twenty years from now. Assuming we’re still together. Were we to adopt. Could I see myself being a competent dad? I guess. There’s a lot I’d have to work through to get to that point, though.”

“Are you talking, like...therapy, or...?” Emile asked.

Remy sighed. “Emile, I don’t need a therapist. Not at this point in time, maybe not ever after this, you know? But in this hypothetical situation, I could see unforeseen circumstances making me panic and possibly needing to...talk that through with someone. So maybe I don’t need therapy now. But if we’re talking hypotheticals, I’m not blind. I know there could be issues that come up with kids. So in that one specific circumstance, there’s the possibility I’d need therapy. You happy?”

“Is it bad if I say yes?” Emile asked with a little laugh. “Because I’m just glad that you could see yourself needing help and accepting that help.”

Remy wrinkled his nose. “It’s not needing help, it’s therapy.”

Emile blinked. “That’s...those two things are exactly the same, Rem.”

“No, like...therapy is for people with PTSD, or people who got seriously hurt, or people who are stereotypically seen as ‘crazy,’ much as I hate that term,” Remy said. “It’s not just about needing help with, like, feeling like you have a dead-end job or whatever.”

“Rem, that’s exactly what it is,” Emile said. “Therapy is help with whatever is bugging you in your life at that moment. So you went to therapy because your parents were making you suicidal. That doesn’t mean that it can’t help with smaller things.”

Remy squinted at Emile, and Emile rolled his eyes. “I can’t believe we’re back to arguing about this. We went through this freshman year, Rem!”

“Yeah, but you’re...you’re describing it differently,” Remy said.

“Not really,” Emile said. “You’re seeing it in a different light, because you’ve matured.”

Remy frowned. “I don’t get therapy. I just don’t.”

“That’s okay, since you’re not the one training to be a therapist,” Emile said with a little laugh. “Although, I will say that I agree with you, by and large. You don’t need a therapist.”

Remy looked shocked. “You’re agreeing with me on that one?”

“You’re well-adjusted, all things considered,” Emile said with a shrug. “Whether or not you want therapy or could benefit from therapy is a different question. But right now, you don’t need a therapist.”

“I...wow,” Remy said. “That may be the first time you’ve ever said that I don’t need mental help.”

“I hate when you phrase it like that,” Emile said. “It makes you sound like you’re that stereotypical ‘crazy person.’ People who go to therapy just need help, period. Not in the ‘they’re hopeless’ way, but in the ‘they’re struggling and this is how they find their footing’ way.”

Remy considered. “And that’s all it is?”

“That’s all it is,” Emile said. “And you don’t need a therapist, and I won’t force you to find one. But I will say that if you do ever need help again, there’s no shame in that.”

“...Yeah,” Remy said. “I think I’m starting to figure that out.”

#if there's a place i could be #sanders sides fanfiction #remile #emile picani #ts sleep

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offtopicoverload · 4 years ago

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Howdy there!! Who are the li’s you fancy the most from LITG??

hi! thanks for the ask!

i honestly dunno who’s my top answer, cuz they’re all interesting in their own way

I’m only going to talk about female LIs cuz the only male routes I’ve finished are Bobby and Jake, and I tapped through most of Jake and only ended with Bobby on my first run cuz I never unlocked Marisol, so I’m not the best source lol

Talia:

She’s just so chill but has no problem standing up for MC, she has her back no matter what

Which, like, what a queen

She’s the original and only one of 4 LIs, which maybe it’s just me, but for a game based on an incredibly heteronormative reality show, allowing representation for queer audiences from launch is such a big deal and so cool to me, so Talia’s kind of special in my mind

She was also my first LI so nostalgia points

And she’s such an easy LI, not much drama on her route outside of Lucy, just her having MC’s back as the boys make themselves look like idiots

And she has so much potential, like I know some people think her only personality trait is fancying MC, which I mean, is a little fair, but there’s so many opportunities for her in fics and headcanons to develop the good amount of information we got on her in 13 days

I absolutely love how self-aware and confident she is

She just went for what she wanted, struggled a bit with commitment at first, because who wouldn’t, but after that it was smooth sailing

Like obviously what she said in the Beach Hut at the beginning of the season wasn’t great for MC, but she knew exactly what she wanted out of her time on the show

She was confident in herself and her sexuality so much so that she was just down to have a fling with a girl and not worry about how it would effect the show

And then she *coupled up* with that same girl, not even giving a shit about the rules or anything

A queen

Allegra:

I know she’s not an official LI, but her arc is what got me into writing so she gets a million points for that

I love what could have been done with her progression if she was given an actual route, I’m a sucker for some good enemies to lovers, but alas, she’s canonically a bad bitch with a lot of internalised homophobia yet enough confidence to ask MC out

I still love her

Marisol:

I know so many people hate her, and I get it, but I do really like her growth

Maybe it’s cuz I’m pretty analytical too, but her analyses never bothered me or anything, and now that I’ve played her route so many times, it’s pretty obvious that that’s a defense mechanism, and I understand that

She very much so has a “figure their weaknesses out before they have a chance to figure mine out” attitude, and I’m 99% positive it’s because of the ex that Elisa reminded her of

So not only has she been burned in the past, I’m willing to bet it was by the only woman she’s been in a serious relationship with

I really have no problem with her commitment issues, it’s understandable, and I can really empathise with her fear of coming out, it’s absolutely terrifying even if you’ve accepted it and bought a flag, saying the words can be really difficult

My biggest issue is her entitlement and immaturity, I guess?

Like her using Graham to make MC jealous just feels like an excuse to crack on with him and still have MC available for when she’s ready

I understand her being scared to couple up, but playing games to distract herself just made things with MC worse

And unless youre on her route, and sometimes even when you are, it’s clear to me that she expects things and has no problem saying what they are, but going after them is a problem?

Like her going after Lurik even though they don’t have a connection, or Gary even when he’s with Hannah

But then it never works and she gets sad and I melt because I’m weak

ALSO, can I just say how awful it is that Lucas and Henrik don’t pick her unless they have to???

Like cmon she deserves MC after that

And when they finally couple up? And she’s all soft? The GROWTH ohmygod

Anyway I love who Marisol became, maybe not everything she started out as, but definitely the person she ended the season as, more confident and self assured and willing to be vulnerable

It’s precious

Elisa:

I still haven’t done an Elisa route

I tried to a couple months ago, but dumping Marisol felt so cruel, what the hell was Fusebox thinking with that??

I do really like that they learned from their mistake though, even if they went in the opposite direction

From what I’ve seen of Elisa, she can be pretty sweet, I’ve seen her described as a Lucas-Bobby hybrid, and while that’s not the most interesting personality to me, I will say that she’s a really cool character that FB messed up on

Why did they make her a straight up villain???

And why ONLY her???

None of the other female LIs have been villains or had such a complete 180

Like her going from shouting at Chelsea, who is literally meant to be MC’s ride or die and the person outside of your LI that youre supposed to want to defend and avenge, to “i cant even sleep because im pining so hard”

I know the treatment of black women has been discussed before, specifically in regards to Hope and Erikah, and it is by no means my place to speak on it, but I definitely think something’s going on with Elisa

Anywayyyy, I love her archetype

The celebrity and influencer has so much potential, to the point that I wrote a one shot without even knowing her lmao

And she’s so confident in a way that’s so different from Marisol

She doesn’t even care if MC’s happily coupled up, she WILL get in her pants and I respect that

In conclusion, Fusebox did her dirty and I’m probably going to try and retcon some canon for her in the future

Lottie:

Ohmygod

Lottie

A goth babe

Lottie

Yeah, anyway, so I love her

Her growth is just unbeatable in my opinion

Yeah, she still has her flaws by the end of the season, but she went from ready to rip everyone’s throat out to biting her tongue around Hannah

And her and MC???

And the development between them???

Ugh

No matter what way you swing it, you’ve either got best friends to lovers or enemies to lovers and I adore both

And her aesthetic is one of my favourites, I’m alt myself and having a character like that is just so cool

My Runaways MC is a ball of sunshine with some hidden darkness specifically because Lottie’s such a dark cloud but can start shining with the right person, and that’s my absolute favourite trope

But man were the wedding episodes a cop out

Why couldn’t they give her the Noah treatment? Or the single treatment? Where they just get together after the show? Same with Hannah, why are they giving such an intense confession after who knows how long of literally nothing, like no communication even????

Don’t get me wrong, I kinda simultaneously love it for the angst and yearning, but it just… makes no sense?

So yeah, amazing bat lady that I seriously vibe with and wish my MC could have wifed up

Hannah:

I know this is a little controversial buuuut

I fucking love Hannah

But only OGHannah, Returning Hannah was butchered and I will never let that go

And it was such a toxic message too, that she needed to change herself and her appearance just to get a guy to like her?

Fuck that, Original Hannah was amazing and perfect exactly as she was

I love her trope, too, the naivety and how obvious and clear it was that she’s still learning about the world and relationships, to the point that it’s going to get her in trouble

And her obsession with fairy tales?

Fucking adorable ohmygod

I started a fic a while ago that I think I’m gonna scrap, that just indulged in the fairy tale metaphors and stuff because I just love how cute it is lmao

If she wasn’t dumped, I think she could have had amazing growth alongside Lottie, and their friendship/kinda, probably, most-definitely-if-MC’s-not-there-more-than-a-friendship growing together would have been so good

In an alternate reality Hope was dumped instead, and that helps me sleep at night

I firmly stand by the fact that Noah should have been the deciding factor between Hope and Hannah/MC, where Lottie said something that screwed with his head earlier in the day to make sure her friends were safe

Noah should have saved Hannah/MC and Hope should have returned with Rocco, hellbent on revenge and proving herself

That would have been so good for Noah stans and such good drama, that actually made perfect sense

Hope was fully expecting that she’d get picked by Noah because they’d spent three days attached at the hip and then to just… not have that happen. It would have driven her insane and if there was then a scene with MC where she just like, gives up

Like she’s spent the past two days grafting Noah but he won’t make up his mind and she’s just done and MC can comfort her or fight with her and you just get to humanize her make her vulnerable and hurting and I fucking WISH they did something like that, even for RHannah

And Hannah’s growth in the Villa would have been so amazing

I think her idea of a perfect guy is definitely too much, and I’m not advocating that she settles by any means, just that she could have learned that there are things more important than money

That conversation on day 1 where you choose between money, kindness, and intelligence still baffles me

Like why are you a gold digger Hannah?!?!

Why don’t you just want a Prince/ss Charming???

Her and Hope should have swapped and I don’t understand why they weren’t

I mean, I do really like Hope, but Hannah’s just so cute and has so much to learn and her struggling in the Villa just to have a lightbulb moment with MC would have been precious and now I want to write it dammit

Anyway, Hannah is adorable and had so much potential and she never should have returned if they were just going to scrap everything that made her Hannah, except for snooty literature

I wanna listen to her rattle on about Belle and Mulan and every other Disney Princess and what they meant for representation and progress in media and then compare them to their original stories like a dweeb and I would have melted on the spot

Like yes, please tell me more about how gruesome Cinderella is

She should have shown up at the finale and hugged MC and been innocent and sweet so I could have just lost my shit for like a half hour

But stan OGHannah, burn RHannah

AJ:

Adorable, precious, denied an arc outside of coming out

I am not exaggerating when I say that I cried at 4:30 in the morning at her blushing face when playing the first two days

It’s just so fucking cute and I’m a sap and I don’t know why it made me cry, but it did okay?!

And her coming out was such good representation!!! By far the best thing in Boat Party, and I’m so proud of the progress FB’s made in queer representation at the very least

I know she’s pretty one dimensional, but most of S3 is unfortunately

Her being available right off the bat was also such a win, I’m positive it’s the reason she had so many stans

If her and Yasmin had switched or her and Lily, they would have been the ones that were dominating Reddit polls and stuff

And I know she’s written as masc but I just can’t really see it? Like I can’t see her in a dress, but outside of a few clothing items, I guess I just can’t see it? Maybe androgynous is more the word for my image of her, like definitely a mix

She’ll wear a skirt under the right circumstances, but never a dress, a crop top with a flannel, her prom outfit that’s like a frilly jumpsuit, stuff like that? idk im not a lesbian

Her route for me was so glitchy, but I know that if MC’s stolen from her by Yasmin, Tai, or Ciaran, she has some really cute scenes and I wish I could have seen them

And I know some people were ragging on her for the eyelash at the end of the scene but I thought that was just a perfect callback - maybe it’s the writer in me

Basically, AJ’s adorable and why did Ciaran have to split her and MC up, not cool dude

Yasmin:

I forgot I was doing a Yasmin route a while ago, but from what I’ve seen and played, she’s really sweet

I hate that she’s almost nonexistent outside of her route

Give us a mysterious musician friend, you cowards!

I saw that she sings to MC on the final date and damn is that cute

Her eyeshadow kinda throws me off, but her stuffed animal makes up for it

And I’m salty that Yasmin the Lamb disappeared too, that was such a nice detail that made me start a Yasmin route

She’s distant and self-assured, but has a soft, gooey, nostalgic center and I wish we saw more of that, even if we weren’t on her route

My final thoughts on Yasmin: An artsy indie icon that I really need to stop getting distracted from and finish her route

Lily:

Again, don’t know much about her, but she seems really cool

Her shaving her head between the finale and Boat Party is such a flex and I wish she did it right before Boat Party so we could see her in all her bald glory

She’s into cars, right? And… architecture?

Idk, I barely remember my own name, let alone a 10 minute date from months ago

But I’ll definitely get around to doing her route at some point, maybe just to write for her, we’ll see

Elladine:

I know she’s not an LI, but MC so should have been able to run away with her

I missed that option in S3

I kinda get why they didn’t do that, but Boat Party’s just so messy in general

And I would include Genevieve here, but she’s so cute with Seb that I’d feel bad splitting them up

But Elladine had actual problems with Nicky!!!

Why did they mention it for it to never pay off??

And I’m so mad that the hype around her died when it was revealed she wasn’t an LI or the badass of the season, because I still adore how sweet she is

I also want to brag that before we got a name I was calling her Emma and that’s just on example of my almost psychic-ness

But yeah I wanted Ell to be a run away option and I’m salty that she wasn’t

Know what, fuck it, Viv too, she’s smart and cool as hell, let us love these awesome women FB, you cowards!!!

I have no idea who would be my number 1 based on canon, but if we’re talking hypotheticals, I think my answer, as strange as it is, is Hannah.

I just love what she could have been, but by no means what she is.

It’s so awkward to know her for three days, not see her for three weeks, then spend a couple more days with, a couple weeks at most, just for her to write a whole ass book about MC?? And tell her about it with that hair????

No thanks, I’ll stick with closeted sapphic horse girl nerd Hannah because I guess that’s somehow my type??? Oh god what the fuck I swear I’m not a total weirdo

#asks #can it kc #okay but im loving doing this they're so fun wtf #but thanks so much for the ask!!!!!#litg

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magpiemorality · 5 years ago

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Seeking: Family, Foster Twins 6

An ending, and a beginning.

Warnings: referenced child abuse throughout.

This is nearly 2k long guys! Long post!

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The last couple of days before the review with Remy flew by, and before the three of them knew it they were piling into Patton's car to make the trip back to the halfway house for the meeting. Patton dropped the boys off and waved to Remy, before heading for a session with Emile of his own. Traffic willing he'd be back in time for his own meeting with Remy after the twins had had their chance to go through everything with the other adult.

Roman jumped out of the car quickly without a backwards glance, and Remus hurried to follow him. "You think he's really going to Dr Picani? You think he really has therapy too? You think he wasn't just saying that? You think-"

"Oh my god Remus, I don't think anything about him, okay?!" Roman burst, reaching out to squeeze his brother's hand when Remus quickly wilted away from him. "I don't care about Patton. He's just a guy. I wish you wouldn't-" he stopped himself with a sigh, shaking his head. "Never mind. Let's get our story straight. So he's great, but we don't feel much of a click. Too pushy, maybe he's playing favourites?"

Remus's hand withdrew from his own and he turned to look at his twin in surprise, stood on the doorstep.

Remus shifted in place and wrung his hands together. "I don't want to come back here," he said, quietly but with an undercurrent of determination.

"What?" Roman asked, surprise turning to shock turning quickly towards frustration. "What do you mean? You don't want to stay, do you?!"

"Actually," his twin replied. "I do. I like Patton. He gives good hugs."

"And that's not creepy or weird at all…"

"It's not! He's a nice person! You're just jealous because you're too stubborn to say you want hugs too!"

"I am not! You're just messed up from mom and dad and-"

"Boys." They snapped to attention, turning to face a stern-looking Remy. "Pump the breaks. Do either of you need a cool down before we get started?" He waited, looking them one by one in the eyes until they both had shaken their heads. "Then find a seat in my office, you know where you're going. Remember your counting exercises and try and avoid shouting until I get there?"

They slunk into the office at the end of the hall and Remy took a moment to just breathe calmly before following them.

When the door shut, Roman immediately started talking, trying to clear the situation up and get this whole stupid interview process over and done.

"I was just overwhelmed, Remy, with everything that's happened! Patton's been..." dramatic pause; sell this Roman, "He's been fine, and he's been very nice to Remus..."

Remus glared at him. "That's not fair."

"Am I lying?" Roman asked archly, folding his arms. "He's been fine, and he's been very nice to you!" He bit down the smirk that threatened to spread too early. He hadn't won this yet.

"But you're saying it like it's not true! And he's been really nice to you too! You just don't like him because... I don't know why! Because he likes me, maybe?! Because you don't want to be second favourite ever! Well screw you, Roman, I can be lov-"

Roman lunged for him and Remy had to step in, moving in between the two to block their arms. "Woah, hey! Remus, go grab a glass of water and take a lap around the garden, okay kid? I think it's best I talk to Roman quickly."

"But Patton is really nice! He's gonna tell you he's awful but I don't want to come back here I want to stay-"

"Okay, I'll hear it when you're back, okay? No decisions without both of your opinions, remember?"

Remus sniffed and nodded, shooting Roman a nasty look before he vanished.

The quiet that fell in the room made Roman wilt more than the even gaze Remy levelled at him. It stretched, as Remy waited and waited, and Roman inevitably burst. He'd always been the talker of the two.

"I'm not just jealous, okay?! I'm really happy for Remus, sure, but Patton is a dick! He doesn't- he thinks he's already our dad! And he made us do therapy and he made me feel shitty and I like it here, why can't we stay here?!"

Right. Remy pulled his glasses off to clean them on his tshirt as he gathered his thoughts. "Okay, sounds like you've got a lot of feelings. But Roman, listen. We talked about this already; you can't stay here. You really can't, there are other kids who need the emergency space, and Patton really wants to make this work with you both. He wants to keep you together, and I think that's exactly what you wanted too, right?

You know you have to go to some kind of therapy, we already talked about that after the first one. Did you have a bad time with Dr Picani?"

Roman shook his head. "But I didn't want to go! I had a panic attack and he made me do it anyway! That's ab-"

"Roman." Remy looked at him sternly. "Are you accusing Patton of hurting you, because that is something I take very seriously."

The boy sitting beside him chewed on a fingernail, his leg starting to jump up and down quickly, but he shook his head.

As he replied, Remy stood up to fetch the kid a glass of water from the tray on his desk, handing it over so Roman had something to hold, more than anything. "Okay, good. Now I have a pretty good idea what Remus is going to say he wants to do, and I don't think either of us will change his mind. Patton can have that effect on people. Not you though, so what's got your back up about him?"

"Ugh," Roman groaned. "I just don't like him, okay? Does it have to be for a reason?"

"For me to consider it as evidence not to house you there, yes it does. If it's bad vibes, then I will listen to it but Roman, I've got Remus looking more excited than ever before, and Patton does have a great track record. I trust him. And I'd like for you to be able to trust him too, even if you don't like him. Is that something you could see yourself doing?"

The office went quiet yet again, interrupted by Remus knocking on the door. "Think about it," Remy said gently, standing up to let the second twin in.

"Whatever he said, he's wrong," Remus muttered quickly, quelled by Remy's warning look.

"That's as maybe, but I'd rather hear just your thoughts this time, Remus. How did you find the week? Oh, sit there, that's fine," he nodded to the armchair he normally sat in.

Remus sat gingerly, pulling a leg up onto the cushions to hug. "I liked it. His house is nice, and he let me decorate my room even though he didn't know if we were staying. And he gives me hugs, and we have a chore list, but he does chores too! And we had proper food all the time, and he said he'd teach me to cook if I wanted, and there's even a garden and I really like it there Remy please can w- can I go back?" His eyes cut over towards where his brother was sat, stiff as a board but keeping quiet, but he didn't apologise for the correction.

It sounded like things would be just fine, if only Roman could get himself to a place where he was comfortable with Patton, Remy thought. But honestly, hadn't that been part of the problem with every home they'd tried? Roman had decided he didn't want to be there before they'd even gone. It was a minor miracle that Patton had apparently won Remus over enough to make such an impact before Roman could turn him to his side as usual.

Alone, it wasn't necessarily a good sign, because Remy knew kids could have excellent instincts for this stuff that he had on occasion not seen himself, but... it was hard not to write it off as Roman's usual dramatics. Which is most likely was, but there was always a deeper reason with the kids that ended up in his halfway house.

"Alright, thank you Remus. Roman, would you like to share your thoughts, without using biased words? Sticking to factual statements can be easier to sort through."

"Oh you want to hear from me now?" Roman muttered rebelliously, but when Remus snorted in annoyance he started talking. In a monotone, and very begrudgingly, but it counted in Remy's book. "Patton's house is clean, and the bedroom is... fine. We eat, and um, therapy was okay. It was scary but-"

"Try and stick to facts, Roman, please."

"Fine. We went to therapy. I slept, and stuff was like, normal. I dunno."

Could that be considered progress? Perhaps. "Do you both feel safe with Patton? Does he take care of your basic needs?"

They nodded, one fast and eager, the other short and reluctant.

"Well boys, I'm sure it won't come as a surprise to you to hear that I'm very much inclined to sign off on this as a long-term placement. I think you'll be safe there, and certainly it's a bonus that a single foster parent is happy to take the both of you for the next few years. You'll still have the odd check in, but Patton already let me know he's more than happy to take you home again today. Therapy is something I'd encourage you both to take full advantage of; Dr Picani is very good at what he does, even if he's just a willing ear to hear you out when you go, okay?"

"Sure," Remus nodded. "He really likes cartoons too, and Patton said we could watch Avatar with him so we know what Dr P is talking about, and some other things as well but I don't remember those, and I might be able to do sports this year, and-"

Roman might have rolled his eyes, but Remy made a note of the way he relaxed and watched as his brother enthusiastically told the adult about all the things he was excited for. It was a very good sign.

When Patton arrived a quarter of an hour or so later, he looked calm in the way Remy recognised as being a common after-effect of Emile's sessions. He greeted the boys warmly, and gave Remus an enthusiastic hug when he shyly asked for one.

"What's the verdict then?" He asked, although he'd clearly seen their bags waiting by the door.

"We're coming back!" Remus cried, bouncing on the spot like a puppy off for a walk. Roman just shrugged, but it was early days. Things wouldn't change so soon, and the adults knew it.

Patton met Remy's eyes over the boys' heads and they smiled at each other.

"Go on, car's open," Patton said with a big grin, and the boys trudged off with barely a backwards glance at Remy. "Kids, huh?" He laughed, shaking his head.

"I'd rather they were looking forwards than still looking back," Remy admitted, holding his hand out so Patton could shake it. "Good luck! If you need anything, you know my number. And Emile is-"

"Well briefed," Patton assured him. "Thanks. Hopefully we won't be seeing you soon!"

Remy watched as the car pulled out of the drive and off down the street, feeling a nice warmth of hope and success in his chest. That was the end of his journey with the boys, but he wished them nothing but luck for the road ahead. At least they had a good pair of hands to help them along.

#writepie #foster family au #ts remus #ts remy #ts roman #ts patton #child abuse tw #ts writing #ts sanders sides #ts sanders sides aus #ts sanders sides fic #sanders sides #sanders sides fic

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taetaesbaebaepsae · 5 years ago

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Hellfire

A/n: SO this is wild I know but this is Taemin from Brimstone but reader in Hellfire is succubus!reader from Pomegranate Seeds. They have a bit of a past, you see. This serves as both Taemin’s backstory AND a sequel to Pomegranate Seeds, no I don’t know why I’m like this either.

Summary: Even demons have a past, but Taemin didn’t expect you to show up in his present with a human boy on your heels and your horns shaved down.

Warnings: WELL OKAY HERE WE GO, edging (m. receiving), masturbation (male), needy desperate sub!JK under the effects of succubus pheromone withdrawal, bipanic!Jungkook, dom!Taemin (who is a switch but in this particular circumstance dominant), threesome (mmf), oral sex (m. receiving), talk of overstimulation and orgasm denial, reader is a real bratty sub as one would expect from a succubus, she’s living her best life being dominated by Taemin and dominating JK we stan, big angst tho idk fam

Word Count: 4235

Taemin doesn’t think of you. At least, he tries not to, because he finds it distasteful, the way his throat aches, the way his mind goes all fuzzy...it’s unbecoming of demon royalty, having things like longing.

But he isn’t really given a choice when you pop into his chambers, cursing and stumbling.

“What the fuck, I---oh. Taemin.”

Your voice goes flat when you say his name and he tries to pretend it doesn’t affect him.

Your hair is all mussed, face flushed, and was that....nubs of the horns you’d been growing?

“Ah, my Persephone finally returns, yeah?” He says slowly, hoping the smile spreading across his face was a smirk and not as wistful as it felt.

When you flip your hair back over your shoulder a memory, unbidden, flashes through his mind.

“Ah...not like that, Persephone.”

“Will you stop calling me that? That’s not my fucking-” Your words were cut off when he wraps his fist in your hair, tugging hard, and a whimper leaves your mouth instead.

“You want me to let you do it wrong? Do you want to marry me after all, sweetheart? Is that why you won’t listen?” He hissed down into your ear, nipping at your earlobe when he pulls away.

You’d been bent over his chair, the one you mockingly called “his throne,” your ass in the air and him buried inside you, still, watching the line of your spine when you rocked back against him.

“Fuck you,” you bit back, and rolled your hips, this time the right way, the way he’d taught you, and he gritted his teeth to keep from moaning at the way your cunt gripped his cock.

“That’s it, Persephone,” he breathes instead. “That’s my girl.”

Taemin shakes his head to rid himself of the memory and pats his knee.

"Come and sit. Tell your betrothed all about your adventures."

You scowl at him, and he hates how it makes his heart feel light, the way you sit on the floor instead, always stubborn.

"I've been working, but ...I fucked up, Taemin. Will you...will you help me?"

You're looking up at him with those wide eyes again and he's almost angry, suddenly. He's almost angry because isn’t that all he's ever done?

You should be in his bed, should be his wife but he'd taught you how to tease and tempt instead, taught you a trade so that your father would let you be independent.

He'd taught you how to leave him and never come back, and now you return to him smelling like humanity and gazing up at him with those big eyes of yours, asking for more help?

In the end, he leans forward in his chair and kisses the tip of your nose.

"I'll do what I can, Persephone. Tell me what you've done."

In the end, he listens even when rage is pounding in his ears at your tale, because Lee Taemin, demon prince, whether you wanted him or not, was irrevocably yours.

By the time you're done, his head is pounding.

"So let me get this straight."

You just look up at him expectantly.

"You were supposed to be corrupting an innocent."

You nod.

"And you did, but what, you just let him keep his soul?"

You nod again and Taemin takes a deep breath.

"Why?"

You scrunch up your nose and Taemin is an odd mix of smitten and infuriated.

"I dunno. I...I love him."

He isn't prepared for the pain that rockets through him at your words, and he masks it with a low chuckle.

"Persephone ...love? With a human?"

He tsks at you and you stand up.

"Fine. If you're just gonna make fun of me, I'll ask Jimin."

His hand flies out to take your wrist. "Don't be ridiculous. Your father will never let you past the river Styx with an incubus."

You look up at him and the panic in your eyes hurts more than anything you could have said.

"Taemin…"

"I know. There isn't much time. How long has it been now? A day? A strong one can probably go a week without-"

"He's not. He's not strong, he's….he was really an innocent. He won't last the week, Taemin, please-"

You clutch at his shirt and your hands on his skin makes his breath catch. "I'll do anything. I'll…. I'll marry you, if that's what you want, just take me to help him."

He looks down at you for a moment, searching your face and he hates himself for considering it, just for a moment.

"Y/n. Stop it. Such behavior is unbecoming for a princess, you know."

He takes your hands from his chest and holds them in your own.

"I'll take you. But he won't allow it now. We'll have to give it another day, make him think you're obeying his wishes."

You drop your hands, defeated. "Okay," you say quietly. "Okay, but I'm not sleeping in your bed."

"Still can't control yourself around me, Persephone?" He teases, mouth twisted in a bitter grin.

You look up at him, wide eyed. "Probably not," you admit, and your words shoot heat down his spine.

"I'll sleep on the floor. You take the bed." He says shortly, turning to get a blanket.

You let out a sound of protest and he smirks back at you over his shoulder.

"I want my sheets to smell like you again."

You roll your eyes but he can see the relief on your face, and he spends a long moment in the linen closet trying to control his breathing around the tightness in his chest

Later that night, he can hear you shifting, tossing and turning in bed.

"Taemin?" You call softly.

He lets out a long breath before answering. "Yes?"

"I can't sleep. Will you sing to me?"

It's incredible how a heart can shatter through without crumbling entirely, because he's thinking of a hundred times you'd said those words to him, remembers singing low in your ear with his arms wrapped tight around your waist, remembers how you'd sigh and relax against his chest.

It's been years since he's let himself think of the lullaby he sang to you all those years ago, but he finds he remembers every word, and you find sleep long before he does, his shattered heart still thumping stubbornly in his chest.

Jungkook watches you arguing with your father with his lip caught between his teeth.

You're pacing around the room and speaking in...Latin?

He wants to go to you, to soothe you,but you've warned him not to touch you when you're angry and he'd learned the hard way with a burn on his palm from trying to take your hand during a fight.

You whirl around to face him, suddenly, and there's panic in your eyes.

He reaches out to you, burns be damned but you disappear through the floor, a burning circle where you'd stood on the tile.

It takes a few hours before he panics, calling your phone over and over and it going straight to voicemail.

He tells himself it's just a night with your dad, and the fact that it's probably in hell is fine because you're a demon and...wow had it been a wild year.

Jungkook doesn't know what to do, so he goes to work out like always but in another few hours he's exhausted, muscles trembling and still anxious.

Anxious and….horny.

It'd been months, and you'd think he'd be used to it, the heat coiling in his stomach, his skin flushing everywhere, the ache right up his cock, but he doesn't know when you'll be back.

He ends up sitting on the couch, playing Mario Kart shirtless with a raging hard on, when a man appears in his living room, burning another circle on the floor.

He blinks and looks up at him.

"Hello," the man says, and Jungkook wonders if it's a rule that all demons must be ridiculously attractive.

"Um. Hi."

"Jungkook, is it? I'm Taemin. Persephone speaks highly of you."

The way he drawls that sounds like Taemin doesn't agree and Jungkook swallows and somehow none of this is helping his boner.

"Persephone?"

The man smiles, and it's a bit wicked, a lot like yours, actually. "Ah. You know her as Y/n. Persephone is ...a bit of a petname, I suppose. In any case, my betrothed is worried sick about you and I can't sneak her past her father just yet, so I'm checking in."

"Your... your what now?" He swallows again and boy, he doesn't like that feeling, a rock in his gut alongside the lust.

Taemin waves his hand as if to dismiss him. "You seem relatively healthy."

"Yeah I'm... I'm fine." Jungkook stutters, and Taemin perches on the edge of the coffee table, leaning forward.

"Are you sure? I can help, if necessary."

"I'm…. I'm okay." Jungkook gasps a little, and Taemin chuckles low in his throat.

"You sure? I taught our girl everything she knows, after all."

Jungkook gapes at him for a moment, stunned. He'd taught you? This guy? This effortlessly gorgeous "betrothed" of yours? His stomach actually hurts, visions of you and Taemin fucking swirling around in his head and it makes him feel jealous and insecure but somehow his skin is even hotter, his cock straining against his sweats.

"I'm sure. Can you...can you tell her I miss her?"

A little smile twists Taemin's full mouth.

"She was right about you being cute, anyway. Well, I think you'll last the night. If things get hairy, I assume you know how to take matters into your own hands, so to speak?"

Jungkook nods vigorously, feeling his face flush even hotter, and the man is gone with an oddly musical laugh that lingers in the air.

He's tugging down his sweats before he can think about it, gasping at the feel of the cool air.

He's fisting his cock and he throws his head back, calling up the way you look bent over the couch arm, how you look back over your shoulder and smirk at him.

Jungkook isn't teasing, he's been hard for hours and he's so close to the edge already but suddenly instead of himself being in his fantasy it's Taemin, full mouth twisted in that smirk, hips snapping into yours, and he lets out a long groan and slows his hand.

He should stop touching himself, he feels almost sick at how fucking gorgeous you two must have been together, it hurts to think of you bouncing on top of Taemin's slight frame but it's also so fucking hot, he can imagine how your face looks, can imagine Taemin fucked you hard, how your ass would jiggle when you were bent over, and he's so close it's almost painful to stop, his cock bouncing off his stomach.

His hand comes away sticky with precum and he's breathing hard

"What the fuck?" He says quietly, and heads to take an ice cold shower.

It doesn't help, and he knows better, knows he needs to come, you've warned him again and again, but when he's lying on his sheets that still smell like you, that scent of black cherries, there's now a burnt cinnamon smell where Taemin had appeared and is that what you'd smelled like together?

He hates it, hates how fucking good it smells and he's bucking into his hand again within moments of lying down, water still beaded on his chest.

Jungkook doesn't sleep, and he can't bring himself to come, going so far as to tighten his fist at the base of his cock, breathing hard, heart pounding against his chestplate, once, twice, three times.

It's almost daylight when the smell grows stronger, and his skin is on fire, head spinning like he'd drunk a case of soju.

His mouth is dry when he tries to speak, and he licks his lips.

"Baby?" It comes out like a hoarse whine, and he hears hushed tones outside his bedroom door.

He lurches up from the bed, dizzy and unbalanced, and pushes the door open to see you standing there with Taemin.

Taemin scoffs.

"Humans. Honestly, Persephone."

You push at Jungkook's chest gently, and he lets out a low moan when he feels your hands on his skin.

He hadn't bothered getting dressed from the shower, and he lies back down obediently, eyes big and glassy.

You stroke his hair back from his face, crooning comforts.

"Y/n. Baby." He breathes, hand back on his cock again, bucking his hips. "Baby, please. Please I can't ...need to come ...need you."

"Oh, my poor Kookie." You lean down to kiss his mouth and he whimpers.

"Please please please," he chants. "Please touch me. It hurts."

"You didn't teach him his breathing exercises?" Taemin's voice booms from the doorway and Jungkook gasps, eyes darting to the doorway and then back to you.

"I did!" You snap, your eyes dark with worry. "Kookie, what happened? Your breathing exercises and...you didn't come? All night?"

He shakes his head quickly. "Tried. Couldn't." He can't seem to string a sentence together, so he takes a deep breath in through his nose and out through his mouth, like you'd taught him, and it clears his head a little. "Kept thinking too much." His eyes flit to Taemin again, who is standing there looking down at him, face almost blank.

You stroke his cheek and he turns his face into your hand.

"He taught you? He must be so much better than me, yeah? Must be better for you," he says mournfully, and you cup his face and kiss him again.

"No. No. Don't think that way."

Taemin chuckles, covering his mouth, and you stand and shove him outside as Jungkook whimpers.

Taemin smiles at you when you shove him outside because it's easier to be a bastard than to show an inkling of how he feels.

You'd been clutching his hand on the boat across the river Styx, leaned against him and he'd forgotten what that felt like, how it made his chest swell, and now...now with this boy, this human…..

He'd rather you'd put your mouth on the boy's cock right away, it would've hurt less than how wide and worried your eyes were, the soft kisses you'd placed on his mouth.

"You said you'd help me," you cry, chin jutting out defiantly.

"I thought surely you knew what you were doing when it came to this, Persephone," he drawls, but he regrets it when he sees your lip trembling.

He thumbs your bottom lip, voice softening. "Hey. Chin up. You know how to help him."

"I don't even know where to start! And you just made things worse, telling him ..."

"Telling him the truth?"

You snap your mouth closed, eyes searching his face for a moment.

"What happens after? Am I in over my head, Taemin? Should I...should I let him sweat it out so that he can be free of me? I'm no good at this. I failed him. Should I just do as I'm told and marry you?"

His breath catches in his throat and again, he wants to say yes. But your eyes are filled with tears and instead he brushes your hair back to expose one shaved horn and leans down to kiss it gently.

"It hurts, to have them shaved down, yeah? I should know, I had it done to come up here. You wouldn't have done that if being free weren't important to you. Do you think I want some pretty princess to sit on my lap?"

You just look up at him with those wide eyes and he sighs deep in his chest, leans down to kiss your mouth, almost chastely.

"If I wanted easy, I would have never chosen you as my mate, my Persephone. Loving you means letting you go, and I've always known that."

Your brow furrows and he can't help kissing you there, too.

"Taemin…."

He shakes his head, breath hitching in his chest. "I'll help you if you need me, Persephone, but I...the way you look at him…"

His voice breaks and he runs a hand over his face.

"Taemin," you say again, and the way your voice breaks when you say his name makes him feel like he's breathing in broken glass.

"You can do this, you know. You can. You can help him and I'll take the heat from your father. I'll tell him I chose another mate."

"You think I can do this? You think…"

"I think you can do anything," he says, honestly, and he strokes your face once before he takes a step back, before he breaks and begs you to change your mind the way he'd wanted to when you'd left.

"Will you….will you stay? Just until he's better. Just in case-"

He's already nodding, looking down at the ground, and he's grateful when you turn and shut the door so that you don't see the tears spilling down his face.

Jungkook is still lying there, looking at you with those big, doe eyes, and you wipe at your face.

"He….he loves you," he says softly.

You hitch in a breath and sit on the bed next to him. "It's okay," you coo. "I'll help, Kook, I'll-"

He's shaking his head weakly. "Would it be... would it be better? With him? Would you be happier?"

"No. No, stop it." You hitch up your dress and straddle his hips, and he gasps and bucks beneath you when his cock slides through your heat. "I love you. I want you. Want to be here."

He still looks worried, throat working, and you guide him into you, slow, and he clenches his jaw to keep from bucking off the bed.

"I'm happiest here," you breath, and roll your hips.

"Oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck," he chants and his hands slide up your back as he sits up to angle deeper, bouncing you on his cock and pressing his face into your neck, kissing you there sloppy and open mouthed.

"You smell so good. Is that what you smell like together? Cherries and cinnamon?" He moans against your throat, and you stiffen.

"Kookie-"

He's still bucking beneath you, needing the friction, the need to come taking over every rational thought.

"I want to see," he babbles. "I want to see how he fucks you. I want to know how to fuck you better."

"Jungkook, you're delirious, you-"

He lifts his head to look at you, and his eyes are a bit clearer. "I'll just watch. I'll be good. I'll be so good, Y/n, please…"

"You... you're serious?"

Jungkook nods eagerly, but he whimpers when you move off him and head to the door.

Taemin is already standing there at the doorway, smirking, no trace of the vulnerability you'd seen earlier.

"Baby needs a lesson?"

Taemin had heard the boy's ramblings and his first instinct had been to run, to go back to hell and lick his wounds, because he'd said he would help but this was asking too much.

But you'd left four years ago and he can't stop thinking about how good it felt just holding your hand on the boat.

So he ends up letting you lead him in the boys bedroom where the boy is sitting on the bed, cock standing red and eager, and Taemin did have to commend you for your taste.

What demon wouldn't be swayed with that wide eyed innocence contrasting against the body of a god?

"Will you show me, hyung?" The boy asks, and Taemin raises an eyebrow.

"If that's what you want, human."

Jungkook nods and you make a squeak and Taemin turns to you.

You're stripping off your dress, struggling a bit with getting it over your horns and Taemin laughs a little and tugs it off for you, leaning down to kiss you softly on the mouth.

Jungkook whimpers from the bed, and you try to turn your head to look at him but Taemin holds your chin tight in his hand.

"He asked for this," he says, and you nod.

Taemin kisses you again, harder, slipping his tongue alongside yours, and when you melt against him, he smiles against your mouth.

You're bare now, and his hands slide along the outer swells of your breasts, your hips until you're moaning into his mouth, unbuttoning his slacks and filling your hands with his cock.

Taemin turns his eyes to the boy, who's stroking his cock with an almost pained expression on his face.

Taemin grabs one of your hips with one hand and turns you to bend you over the bed, his other hand on the back of your neck, pressing your face down into Jungkook's lap.

You barely make a sound but Jungkook moans low in his throat when your mouth touches his inner thigh.

"She likes being on top, human. But what she loves is when you make her bottom. She likes being put in her place…. isn't that right, Persephone?"

You moan against Jungkook's thigh until Taemin reaches down to wrap your hair around his fist and tug, making you cry out.

"Yes. Yes, sir."

Jungkook is looking up at him in awe. "Is it….are you always on top? With her?"

Taemin barks out a laugh. "You think I taught her how to seduce you without letting her top? You really are an innocent, yeah?"

Jungkook flushes such a pretty pink that Taemin releases your hair.

"I think you've mastered how to bottom, human. Give her something to do with her mouth. She likes to be used."

Jungkook looks at you with those wide doe eyes until Taemin pushes at the back of your head, and then he seems to snap back to reality, replacing Taemin's hand with his own.

You moan around his cock and Jungkook's head snaps back. "Oh. Oh."

Taemin takes the distraction to move his hand to the base of his cock, guiding himself into you, and oh fucking hell, he'd forgotten how tight you were, how your cunt sucked him in like he belonged there.

He hears you cry out around the human's cock and heat coils in his stomach. He grabs your hips and starts to move, fucking you hard and fast, just like you love, just like he knows you can take, and Jungkook is gasping and bucking his hips, eyes darting between you and Taemin.

It's easier not to think when he's slamming into you, easier not to feel anything but your body, your cunt clenching around him like a vice.

"She's coming around me already. She loves to be treated like a whore just as much as she likes to be treated like a goddess," he says, grunting when you roll your hips back against him and slapping your ass. "Ah, Persephone, be a good girl, yeah?"

You pop off of Jungkook's cock long enough to meet Taemin's eyes over your shoulder and smile. "Never."

Taemin chuckles and presses down on the nape of your neck again. Fuck, he loves you. He loves you and he hopes this is enough. He hopes he can make this memory linger.

One final lesson.

He ignores the tightness in his chest, moves his hips faster as you wrap your lips around the human's cock again.

"If I had more time, I'd show you how she likes to be punished, how to tie her up and make her come over and over until she's trembling."

"Ah, shouldn't we deny her orgasms, hyung?" Jungkook asks, and Taemin lifts an eyebrow, surprised.

"That's one way, but I….I never could deny her anything," he admits, drawing closer to his orgasm, mouth running away with him.

"Next time," Jungkook gasps, making eye contact. "Next time you can show me."

Taemin is too far gone to question what the human means by that, focusing on how your ass jiggles against him, on his cock pumping in and out of you and with Jungkook a moaning mess beneath your skilled tongue, he feels confident his lesson has been helpful.

Taemin empties himself inside you with a long groan of your name and when he looks down at him, Jungkook yelps and shudders, finally finding his release.

"Oh, oh, thank you thank you, Y/n, hyung…" he babbles and collapses on the bed, throwing a forearm over his eyes.

Taemin sighs when he pulls out of you and he buttons his slacks and lifts you onto the bed, padding to the bathroom to wet a cloth.

It's bittersweet, wiping you down, crooning comforts into your ear as you come down, and when you take the cloth from him, he can't bear to watch you do it to the human, distracts himself by going to get water bottles and when he returns, you're holding your arms out to him with your human asleep beside you and his heart seems to crack.

"I should go," he says quietly, and you shake your head.

"Don't. Stay."

In the end, he does, he and your human on either side of you like bookends, because he told Jungkook the truth. He's never been able to deny you anything.

Days later, when he tells Jongin about you, liquor and the newly fallen's own story loosening his tongue, Jongin raises an eyebrow.

"You still love her? After all that?"

A bitter smile twists his mouth.

"What, you think only angels can love unconditionally?"

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Up next: Fallen - Jongin’s backstory

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strawberry-metal · 4 years ago

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Ok ok, I’ll do one more unmasking and let you guys see the apology segments because honestly? I think her owning up and apologizing is just as important as her exploding like that.

Once again, all parts are from an au rp with @kazekothestrange Also to answer your question, anon. Kazeko is one of @kazekothestrange‘s ocs. She’s a hamon user and is the medic of the group, she is also Avdol’s love interest. All those big ass bloody wounds everyone gets in like every episode but somehow recover from the very next? That’s from Kazeko using her hamon to heal their wounds. Joseph can’t use his own hamon like that because he’s... too damn old. XD

Note though that Shanna is... kind of bad at apologizing but shes trying. This post also contains more references to how Shanna used to act prior to meeting Jotaro! Also contains some Tsundere Shanna, heh.

Also no, Jotaro hasn’t confessed yet, but their feelings are painfully obvious lol. They’re both mostly aware the other has feelings for the other, but they’re still scared to confess, mostly because danger keeps finding them.

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Apologizing to the SDC:

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Shanna: For fuck's sake. I'm still mad at him but I couldn't help but worry more than be mad so I had to come back. The moron is making everyone worry again....*she jumps down* LISTEN UP! I'M ONLY GOING TO SAY THIS ONCE SO-!

Rose: Isn't there something else you should say first!?

Shanna: Oh my gooooooosh this is why I didn't want to come back, I didn't want to deal with you or you! *she gestures to Rose and Joseph* ...I'm not gonna apologize for feeling betrayed or getting mad at Rose, got it!? ....I will however apologize for my...*she folds her arms across her chest and looks away, as if this is hard for her to do* For picking fights and showing attitude. There was a big misunderstanding and I took it out on you guys. I'm mad about something else now but that doesn't concern you guys so....uh.....sorry....

Holly: *its not the best apology but shes trying, so she appreciates it* ...But you mostly came back for Jotaro, hm? ^^

Shanna: Tch. I know him well enough to know that he shuts himself off from everyone when he gets upset, and I KNOW hes upset. *she sighs* Honestly.

Rose: *she opens her mouth to say shes no better but quickly stops, knowing it'll just make Shanna more angry at her*

Joseph: *he gives Rose a pat on the back, and steps towards Shanna* I know how hard it can be to apologize. Especially when you feel like you were wronged. So thanks for that. *he smiles warmly at her* .. Sorry for almost accepting your challenge.

Shanna: ....*she closes her eyes and grins* I would of won anyway old timer! Heh!

Joseph: ... *he snorts, and grins right back* Ha! Don't you bet on it.

Kazeko: *she softly smiles from the background. At the very least, she doesn't seem angry with Joseph anymore. That's good*

Shanna: *she steps back and points at the crowd* Now listen up everyone! I'll only say this once! I am Shanna Le Brillante! I'm from a noble family and WILL be the next head, so treat me with respect! Last year I was a street fighter!

Rose: Don't tell them that!

Shanna: Now I want to become a rockstar, I guarantee you won't find someone who can shred a Warlock better than I can! I've known Jotaro for a couple months now and I will not share him! Nice to meet you!

Holly: *she supportingly claps her hands, not bothered at all but the street fighter bit*

Rose: *sighs*

Joseph: *he raises an eyebrow, an amused smirk crossing his lips* A street fighter? Looks like we have a lot to talk about! ... heh, anyway, good to meet you too, kid. I'm Joseph Joestar. *he holds out his hand* And you'd better not underestimate this old codger!

Shanna: *she raises an eyebrow. This old man....maybe hes not so bad after all* As long as YOU don't underestimate me for being young! *she accepts the handshake and returns it with a strong grip*

Joseph: Never! *with a twinkle in his eyes, he grips her hand a little harder. the hand he held out was his prosthetic*

Shanna: *she winces a bit, and there’s an impressed look on her face. Looks like his greeting has earned her approval*

Kakyoin: *he can feel the tension in the room starting to vanish. he feels some weight come off his shoulders as he watches the jovial greetings*

Shanna: *letting go of his hand, she approaches the small brunette, tilting her head up for a bit in questioning, before looking back down at her* Dunno your name, but sorry for glaring at you so much earlier. Again, it was a misunderstanding and to be honest, you in particular....made me feel jealous. I hope we can start over. I know I can be a little scary. Heh.

Kazeko: *she shakes her head, smiling gently* It's alright... I was a little overwhelmed. But I'm ok now. ... to be honest, I was worried that I'd ruined things before we'd had a chance to even talk... ... but, jealous?

Shanna: Um, I... *she turns around, her back facing her, re-folding her arms across her chest and tilting her head up, cheeks pink* It's not important! It's not like other girls being close to Jotaro makes me jealous or anything!

Rose: Ara.

Shanna: Shut up Rose.

Kazeko: Oh...? *she blinks, and her smile widens* Eheh... you have nothing to worry about. I've known Jotaro a long time. The last time I saw him, he was only this big. *she holds her hand a little lower than her waist*

Shanna: Oh. I see, so it's family relations! Naruhodo....*she lowers her hands* An-Anyway. Just call me Shanna. Nice to meet you.

Kazeko: It's nice to meet you, Shanna. I'm Kazeko. *she closes her eyes in a smile* I hope we can be friends now.

Shanna: Ah, yeah. I hope so too, let's start over, yeah? *she kneels next to Kakyoin* And you....Kak-yo-ween? Don't worry about the...fight. I hope your head feels ok. *she reaches a hand out and ruffles his hair* What was that again? A stand? Jotaro, Rose and I have one too so...let's be friends!

Rose: !! /She...included me...?/

Kakyoin: *he leans away when she starts ruffling his hair, a little annoyed by the way she says his name, but his eyes brighten nonetheless* Ah... really...?

Shanna: Sure! I mean, why not? Yesterday's enemies are today's friends! Uh....wait that doesn't quite work in this context. Um...my point still stands!

Rose: ...Shanna, his name is pronounced Kakyoin.

Shanna: Oh crap uh, sorry- *she rubs the back of her head sheepishly* We've been in Japan for about two years now I think. I'm afraid my Japanese still isn't very good. Hope I don't offend-

Holly: She once called Jotaro, “Jotato”~

Joseph: Snnnrkkk... PFFFTTT-!! JOTATO!

Kazeko: Pffu-!!

Kakyoin: .... snrrrrr.... !!! A-Anyway...! It's alright... um... thank you. Maybe... we can be friends. *in spite of his lukewarm reply, he looks happy. deeply happy*

Shanna: *she looks embarrassed now that everyone knows about 'Jotato'* Mm, ok. Think on it! I'm sure we have many more things in common! *she stands back up* HOWEVER! For now, I have a broody friend I gotta drag out of his room!

Rose: How do you know hes in his room...?

Shanna: *she places her hands on her hips* I can read Jotaro perfectly. I mean hes soooo obvious you know?

Rose: He....he is? o_o

Joseph: *he smiles. his recently grouchy, closed off grandson... he was lucky to find someone like this*

Kazeko: Don't let us keep you, then. We'll be waiting... and I'll reheat the tea. ^^

Shanna: Thank you, I look forward to the tea. *with that, she leaves the room rather quickly, knowing exactly where to find him*

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Apologizing to Jotaro:

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Jotaro: *staring blankly at the ceiling as he lays on his futon, the raven haired male sighs. maybe he could have done something differently and avoided this whole thing... what kind of a friend was he if he made her think what she did?*

Shanna: *it doesn't take long for her to make it to his door, she knows this place like the back of her hand, since she comes over so often. Resisting her urge to just barge in, she knocks on the screen door first* ....

Jotaro: ... *he looks at the door out of the corner of his eye. it's probably his mom, or so he thinks* ... What?

Shanna: *she slides the door open* The hell you mean 'what'?

Jotaro: *hearing her voice, he sits up in surprise* ... Shanna...

Shanna: Yes I know, I'm surprised I'm back too. *she steps back in, sliding the door closed behind her* Look. I'm still mad. It's irritating but even when I'm mad at you, my worry for you outweighs it, and as I thought, you closed yourself off from everyone.

Jotaro: ... you know me. *he averts his eyes* ... I didn't feel like being around the others.

Shanna: Yeah I didn't either. Look, I uh. I really do hate myself, you know that, but at the same time, I got this annoying ass pride going for me, probably because I got a noble family tied to me. But uh....*she sticks her hands in her skirt pockets and looks off to the side* L-Look. I'll just get to the point. I'm sorry I got so mad at you, and that I still am. It's just...*she sighs heavily* It felt like I didn't mean anything to you, and that you didn't trust me. I mean it when I say that you mean alot to me, ok? So even when I found out the truth, it still hurt, alot. Because while you stayed put when I ended up crying over you, some guy pissin' you off made you come out.

Jotaro: ... *he listens quietly, his eyes on her the whole time she talks. he knows where she's coming from, really he does. and when she finishes, there's a short silence before he answers her* ... I'm sorry. ... seeing you cry hurt. ... but even if you pissed me off, I wouldn't have come out for you. Because when you're involved, I can't... I can't take any chances I might hurt you. ... I didn't want to hurt anyone, but especially you.

Shanna: *she opens her mouth to speak, but instead closes it to think over her words* ...I...get that. You act tough but deep down you're soft. *She glances at him before averting her gaze again* ...I was jealous...alright? I was jealous because a couple of old people and their friend could get you to leave and I couldn't. It made me feel powerless, untrustworthy and... it's stupid but it made me question how you feel about me, and I took it out on them, especially your grandfather and Ka-Ka...Kaaaa.....uh- that lady. ...I was a bit overdramatic earlier about how I'd rather die than be around my sister and your grandfather again, and I'm sorry for that too. I tend to just blurt out words when I'm over emotional instead of actually thinking them over. I already apologized to your family. I'll get out of your hair now. You should... get out of your room, everyone is worried about you. *she reaches for the door and slides it open*

Jotaro: .... Wait. ... Please.

Shanna: *she takes a deep breath and slowly exhales, silently telling herself not to push him away and actually hear him out this time. Turning back around to face him* Mm?

Jotaro: ... I should have come out when you were there. I should've known Star would never hurt you... but you should have seen him. It was like someone let a demon out of hell. ... I wasn't thinking right. ... *he goes silent for a few moments, thinking over what he should say* ... I don't blame you for feeling betrayed and pissed. ... and I still wouldn't blame you if you went home. ... but... I'd be happy if you stayed.

Shanna: Gosh, you always make everything so damn complicated. *she blows at her bangs* I don't understand why you'd still want me around, especially after having an argument like we did... though then again, there's alot I still don't understand about you. ....I hope I can figure it all out, someday. Just when I think you're easy to read, you confuse me again. ....Heh. *she closes the door again, staying*

Jotaro: ... *he smiles, just ever so slightly* ... you figured out this much in a few months. ... You'll probably have it all in a year.

Shanna: Yare yare, what a pain. *she steals his phrase, kneeling down on the floor beside him, reaching a hand out to flick his forehead* Baaaaka.

Jotaro: *he opens his mouth to say 'oi, but then she flicks his forehead* Fuck.

Shanna: Fuck you too. *she closes her eyes and grins*

Jotaro: You know that's not what I meant. *he smiles back and pulls her into a hug*

Shanna: *she opens her eyes, blush creeping across her cheeks as she slowly reaches her hands up to hug him back* ....m' sorry for making you cry, too.

Jotaro: ... 'ts fine... *he mumbles* Long as you don't tell anyone.

Shanna: Nah. I embarrassed you enough today in front of everyone.

Jotaro: Oi, don't say that. *his grip around her tightens* ... they'll forget about this by tomorrow. ... well, I don't know Kakyoin. But everyone else will.

Shanna: ...Mm. *she buries her face into his shoulder, it feels like it's been too long since shes been held like this again*

Jotaro: ... *he gently rubs her back, shifting his position to make it comfier for them* ... I missed you. I know it was just a couple days but I missed you, damn it...

Shanna: Yeah, I missed you too...we would see eachother every day so missing eachother for that long felt wrong...

Jotaro: *he nods against her, nuzzling his face into her hair*

Shanna: ....Myu..*she leans forward till they both flop to the floor, moving her head to keep her cheek rested to his shoulder, still blushing. A bit of their everyday lives is starting to return*

Jotaro: ... *he can't help but smile. that 'right' feeling of having her small frame laid on top of him is finally back*

Shanna: *she curls up ever so slightly* ...I'm still not gonna share ya.

Jotaro: Me neither. *he retorts, giving her a squeeze*

Shanna: Pff-! There’s no one to share me with anyway, baaaaka~ *finally, she gives him a nuzzle, like she always used to*

Jotaro: *at this, he smiles, warmly and genuinely as only she can get him to* That's cause I won't let any other guy try anything.

Shanna: Fufu....ufufufu! Then our feelings are mutual~ /Ah. With that in mind, maybe I should be careful how I interact with the new guy, Jo might get jealous-/

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Apologizing to Avdol, who has no idea what the fucking shit happened but he appreciates it anyway:

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Avdol: I thought I heard alot of laughter back here. *a smile makes its way to his face* It looks like everyone is friends now?

Rose: Hai. Sorry for my sister's trouble earlier.

Shanna: Oi, I can apologize for myself.

Avdol: *he shakes his head* Don't worry about it. You have room for one more?

Holly: Of course! Avdol-san, was it? Please, join us!

Kazeko: I saved a spot for you, Mr. Avdol. *she scoots a little further to the side to make more room*

Joseph: Come join the 'party', Avdol~

Jotaro: *wrapping an arm around Shanna's shoulders, he exhales softly. he thought this would be annoying, but... it's not so bad*

Avdol: Thank you! Don't mind if I do, then! *he takes a seat next to Kazeko, giving her an appreciative smile before grabbing a cup* Did you make this, Ms Kazeko? Mm. It smells great~

Kazeko: I did, thank you...~

Shanna: So uh....Avdor?

Avdol: HAH! No, no. Avdol.

Shanna: Ah. Ok...um...Avdol then. Nice to meet you. I'm sorry we uh...got off to a rough start.

Avdol: *he shakes his head* It's fine, you apologized, and that's enough for me. My full name is Mohammed Avdol, I'm a fortune teller from Egypt. Nice to meet you.

Shanna: *Ahem* Yeah? Well listen up, I'll only say this once-!

Rose: Don't repeat all of that again to try and sound cool.

Shanna: *she huffs in irritation* ....I'm Shanna Le Brillante, you can just call me Shanna. Last year I was a street fighter, but now my dream is to become a rockstar! AlsoI'mnextinlineastheheadofmyfamily.

Rose: Pff....~

Avdol: Ah...then Miss Shanna it is~

Shanna: ....J-Just Shanna is fine. /////

Kakyoin: *he finds himself smiling more to himself. This is.. nice. It's unusual, but he doesn't feel as uncomfortable as he did before*

Joseph: Hahah! Get used to it, formalities are a habit for him! *he grins, giving his friend a pat on the back* I finally gave up on getting him to call me by first name.

Shanna: Heh! I hope you don't mind me being informal Avdol, I don't mean to be rude, it's just that, well... how do I explain this without getting flustered....

Avdol: *he chuckles* Don't worry about it. Avdol is fine. Miss Kazeko, thank you for the tea. It's green, right? *he takes a sip, enjoying the taste*

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Apologizing to Rose after finding out about Dio and shit:

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Shanna: ....*she holds her tongue on them being in danger for months now*

Jotaro: *he pulls her close to his side*

Kazeko: It must be hard to hear... your life's been fairly normal up until now.

Holly: *she nods* But...hopefully...these four can be safe now. Papa, Avdol-san, Kazeko-chan...please be careful?

Shanna: *she leans against Jotaro, feeling a little better from his comfort*

Rose: ...Kakyoin-san, your face has been quite red for awhile now. Are you ok?

Kazeko: Of course Holly. Mr. Avdol and I are here to make sure your papa stays safe. *she smiles at her softly, placing her hand on hers* You can trust us.

Joseph: Oi, Kaz, don't talk about me like I'm still 19! *he looks miffed* I don't run in recklessly half as much as I used to!

Kakyoin: Uhm- ah! *he blinks, his eyes darting away and to her a couple of times* I-I... I'm alright, really. ... /I-it's that obvious...? I hope I haven't caught a fever.../

Jotaro: ... *after making sure everyone is distracted first, he leans down and kisses the top of her head*

Shanna: ...*she smiles a bit...how long has it been since hes given her kiss since he got stuck in jail?*

Rose: *she raises a hand and places it to his forehead* You're burning up, I'll get another cloth for you so you hopefully don't catch a fever.

Holly: *she chuckles softly* F-For now, let's focus on enjoying the present.

Avdol: Yes, a life was saved today, it is a most joyous occasion!

Joseph: That's right! *he grins, hoping to pull the mood back up* Kakyoin, call your parents and tell them you're spending the night at a friend's house. I think we could all use it!

Kakyoin: Th-thank you... *he lowers his eyes, he definitely felt hotter when she touched him*

Jotaro: *he risks giving her one more kiss, then squeezes her to his side* /More later./

Kazeko: It's been a long afternoon... it's almost 5. *she gets up* Holly, Mr. Avdol, do you want to help me make something for dinner?

Shanna: *she blushes from the second kiss* /Y-Yes, please.../ Kakyoin! *she raises up her hand in a peace sign* Tell them you made three new friends at school today! One guy, and two beauuuutiful girls~!

Jotaro: /Good, cause I want to give you a lot./

Rose: *she blushes* Sh-Shanna!

Shanna: It's true!

Holy: *she claps her hands together* Yes, let's cook a wonderful meal together!

Avdol: I'd be happy to help out~

Kakyoin: A-aha... I-I will... *he only blushes harder, smiling as he gets up* ... they'll be happy to hear that I made friends on my first day...

Kazeko: Great, thank you both very much~

Joseph: when you're done, Kakyoin, I need to call the Foundation with this new lead. But there's no hurry, alright?

Kakyoin: H-hai.

Shanna: Well, with that, Rose, how about we spend the night too? It'll be like a sleepover!

Rose: Aren't you mad at me though? What you said earlier...

Shanna: ...Please forget what I said. *she lowers her head* That was....ridiculous of me. I shouldn't of said what I did. I was being a brat and you called me out on it, and I responded by being an asshole. I'm sorry. The truth is I am still a little upset, but I’d like to move on.

Rose: *her eyebrows upturn* ....Apology accepted.

Avdol: *he smiles at the sisters seeming to recouncil about something, and he leaves the room with Holly and Kazeko to help prepare food for everyone*

Kazeko: *she stays behind for a second, relief flooding her features. thank goodness...* Girls? Kakyoin? Is there anything you don't like in food I should keep in mind?

Kakyoin: *he jumps slightly at being called as he's leaving the room* M-me? Ah... no, I'm not terribly picky. But thank you.

Shanna: No tomatoes, please!

Rose: No onions for me, and if spice is involved, please make my portion mild.

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dilliebar · 5 years ago

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I Don’t Want to Talk About It: A Dillie Fic

Hey guys! I wrote another Ellie/Dina fanfic, hopefully it’ll make your day a little better among all the hate out there right now. Enjoy!

https://archiveofourown.org/works/23977564

Months after their first kiss, Ellie and Dina still haven't talked about it. Eventually the tension rises, and eventually, something has to break.

A month into summer, and Ellie was already done with partying, drinking, and pretty much the entire scene of teenagers making bad decisions. While she would be inside reading one of her beloved comics or just outside of Jackson hunting with nothing but her bow at her side, everyone else her age would probably be out somewhere hooking up or getting wasted. But despite her differences, everyone still had the responsibility of going out on patrol once in a while, and today was her turn to go on a two-day patrol with Dina.

For Ellie it was a relief. The two of them were almost polar opposites when it came to social interaction, and if she had to show up to yet another one of those parties Dina dragged her to only to end up walking home alone again, she would probably feed herself to a clicker.

Seemingly for Dina, however, the patrol wasn’t on her mind at all.

“I swear Jesse just set this up so we couldn’t go to the bonfire tonight.”

Ellie remained silent as the two of them tracked along on their horses, Dina going on and on about her jealous ex-boyfriend and how out-to-get-her he was. The taller girl couldn’t help but notice the little tinge of something in her chest at the way her friend was talking about him. Was it jealousy? No, it couldn’t be.

“I mean really, you’ve noticed it too, right?”

She continued to stare off into space, caught in her thoughts until the sudden silence made Ellie realize that Dina was awaiting an answer.

“Oh. I dunno,” she shrugged, “we haven’t been out in a while, and there’s a party pretty much every night. We’d have to miss something at some point.”

Dina hummed in agreement.

After their first kiss at the dance a few months before, neither of them really brought it up, except the one time when Dina practically forced Ellie to rate it on a scale from 1-10, which only resulted in her sarcastic response of “three”.

Sometimes she could feel the tension between them, but whether it was a good or bad tension was yet to be determined. Ellie was never too good at reading the mood when it came to flirting, and putting off the conversation only seemed to make the tension become thicker and thicker until she almost felt that they were pushing each other apart like the same ends of different magnets.

She often questioned if it was all in her head, but the more Dina talked about Jesse, the more she was convinced that it wasn’t.

Eventually the two rolled up to their destination: a small rural town by the name of Wilson just a little bit west of Jackson. It was a quaint town, but the amount of farming equipment made it a popular spot to scavenge for spare parts and fuel, and despite its appearance, it actually held a few nice shops in the middle. Ellie and Dina had never been there before, but from what they’d heard they would probably come back with a decent amount of supplies.

They roamed down the main road for a bit, keeping an eye out for any major gold-mines.

“Everything actually looks pretty looted.” Ellie commented, and it was true. From what was marked on the map, which was practically nothing, and what little was left of the bare machinery, there wasn’t really much that the two of them could take back to Jackson. At least, that’s what Ellie thought, anyway.

“Hey look! Over there.”

Ellie’s eyes followed Dina’s pointed finger over to what looked to be an old, grown-over antique store. Part of the roof was caved in, with cracks in the walls running up each side of the building. Sure enough, it wasn’t crossed out on the map, but Ellie wasn’t convinced.

“That place looks like a death trap” she laughed.

“Oh come on, it doesn’t look that bad,” Dina soothed, “We’ll stick to the non-caved in part, how about that?”

Ellie shook her head, “Lead the way.”

The two tied up their horses to the bike rack outside and began to look for a way in, but alas, the front door was blocked off from the inside, and the back entrance was locked with a keypad, because of course it was. Breaking the glass windows wasn’t too good of an idea, either, considering the fact that they had no clue what kind of infected were in there, and they were already low on ammunition as it was.

Dina turned to the taller girl, “I think there might only be one way in.”

Ellie raised an eyebrow and contemplated for a minute before realizing what she meant.

“No.” she stated firmly.

“But-”

“There’s no way that you can make me walk on top of that thing, all for some glorified alarm clocks and maybe a teapot.”

“Come on, maybe there’s some cool comics in there.” Dina tempted.

“Dude.”

They both fell silent, each waiting for the other to do something. It was moments like this when Ellie had no clue what the shorter girl was thinking, if they were just joking around or if they were actually having a disagreement. It was the kind of tension that had surrounded them since their kiss, and it was infuriating.

Ellie looked at Dina, their eyes meeting in a tension-filled glance. But she could never look deep into those brown pools for long, and after a brief moment she turned back towards her horse to grab the map.

“Listen, let’s just keep looking, okay? I’m sure there’s some more stuff out-”

But Dina wasn’t listening, and when Ellie turned around, she was halfway up the rusted ladder on the side of the building.

Ellie hesitated for a moment, not sure whether she should follow the girl into that building she just knew would get one or both of them hurt or killed, or just decide to stick by the horses, trusting that Dina could handle herself regardless of what was in that creepy ass excuse for a shop.

But the latter didn’t seem like an option.

Fuck it.

Ellie raced up the ladder as if her life depended on it, her hands gripping the rough rungs one after the other, but when she got to the roof, her friend was nowhere to be seen. “Dina?” she called through the collapsed part of the roof, but yet there was no response. On one hand, she couldn’t hear any obvious sounds of any infected, but the lack of Dina’s voice still worried her to no end.

She could see that the collapsed part of the roof sloped violently downward into some knocked-over bookcases, with various hardcovers littering the hardwood floor. The rest of the room, unlit by the opening, was dark, and even with her flashlight Ellie couldn’t see where in the damn hell Dina was among all the leftover junk that no one bothered to take.

Ellie called out to the girl again, with still no response, but with the squinting of her eyes she could make out a still figure in the back of the store, downed and unconscious.

“Shit shit shit.”

That’s when, without thinking twice, she took a step forward, and the ceiling cracked under her. She quickly lost her footing and before she knew it, she tumbled down the opening in the roof before her back hit the pile of books and all of the air left her lungs. It was a hefty fall, maybe ten feet or so, but after remembering why she was down there in the first place she quickly recovered.

Ellie grabbed for her flashlight without any luck, got up, and brushed herself off, ignoring the pain in her back and beginning to make her way to the back of the room where she saw the younger girl. Her attempts to call out for Dina were met with nothing but silence.

She approached slowly, her arms out in front of her, making sure she didn’t run into anything in the dark and that there weren’t any infected lurking around the hundred-year-old antiques before she finally reached down.

But the arm she was touching was cold and hard, almost like plastic.

And that’s when the head fell off.

“BOO!”

Ellie fell over in shock, with a sudden beam of light shown in her face. When she looked back down at the figure, she realized her mistake.

A fucking mannequin.

She looked up at the person who held that familiar voice; a voice she would know anywhere.

“What the fuck, Dina?!”

Dina turned the flashlight out of Ellie’s eyes to reveal her pretty much dying from laughter. She was fine, without even a scratch.

“You totally should’ve seen your face!”

Ellie got up off the ground for the second time that day, too shocked and annoyed by the situation to even respond. She stormed off back to the pile of books in an attempt to find her flashlight, and Dina non-hesitantly followed.

Ellie knew it was a joke. She knew that this was the playful banter and stupid pranks that they had engaged in together before all this tension began to build. It was a fun thing, but eventually something had to snap.

“See? I told you this place wasn’t that ba-” “Dude, it could’ve been that bad!”

Ellie turned around sharply and looked Dina dead in the eye, her own filled more with concern and confusion than anger. The shorter girl was taken aback, never having seen a rise out of Ellie this abrupt before. Neither of them knew what to say, and so Dina asked.

“What’s your problem?”

The taller girl scoffed, “What’s my problem?”

“Yes, dude. You’ve been all weird for weeks!”

“I’ve been weird?! At least I don’t drag girls to random parties every night just to leave them hanging and make them awkwardly stand in the corner!”

Dina crossed her arms, “I’ve been flirting with you every time, you dumbass! You’re just too blind to see it!”

Now it was Ellie who asked.

“What?”

Dina rolled her eyes, uncrossing her arms and sticking her hands in her pockets. The heat of the conversation began to even out a bit.

“I don’t know, I thought the kiss a while ago made everything pretty obvious.”

Ellie just stared, frozen in place.

“And all those times I’ve ‘dragged’ you to come with me…” for the first time in the conversation, she hesitated, “I was hoping you would make a move one of those nights, okay?”

The words stalled, and Ellie took a step forward apologetically, “Dina, I-”

“I thought you felt the same way, as stupid as that sounds,” she mocked herself, “But it’s fine. I won’t bring it up again, alright?”

Dina went to turn away when she felt Ellie’s soft hand on her wrist pulling her back. Their eyes met again, and unlike the gaze they held earlier today, this one was understanding, loving, and Ellie couldn’t bring herself to look away.

“I do feel that way,” she corrected, “We never talked about it- the kiss, I mean- and I just wasn’t really sure if that’s what you wanted.”

Dina grabbed the taller girl’s hand, and whispered in the smallest voice,

“Then let’s talk about it.”

Ellie shook her head, letting go of her hands and lightly taking the shorter girl’s face in her palms.

“I don’t want to talk about it.”

Then she closed the gap between them, and when their lips met for the second time they could feel any tension that was left melt away, almost as if it had never been there in the first place. Fire ran through Ellie’s veins, igniting a spark she had only felt once before with Dina, and the other girl was just as submissive to the feeling.

Dina’s hands made their way to the back of the taller girl’s neck, deepening the kiss. She had kissed lots of people before, but way the softness of Ellie’s lips felt against her own and the taste of lingering whiskey didn’t compare to any other feeling in her life, other than maybe a handful of things she could imagine in that moment, all having to do with Ellie.

Breaking the kiss for air was painful, almost as if it were more important than breathing. They leaned their foreheads against each other, each one of them trying to catch their breath.

“Okay, but we definitely have to talk about that.”

Ellie laughed before leaning in again to leave a brief kiss on the shorter girl’s lips, then pulling back and taking her hands in her own.

“You wish.”

#the last of us #the last of us part 2 #the last of us part two #the last of us ii #tlou #tlou2 #tlou ii #tlou ellie #tlou dina #ellie x dina #ellie and dina #dina and ellie #dina x ellie #tloup2 #fanfic

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little-bit-of-cinnamon · 5 years ago

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The Difference Between Talking and Doing - Sprace

Race was at a student government conference when his hotel room phone rang. He wasn’t expecting Spot on the other line.

Sprace modern high school AU

Fluff, getting together

4.1k words

Race has always prided himself on being a leader, being the one that a lost underclassman could ask for directions to class, the one that teachers trust to watch their classroom as they leave the room. He went to all the school events, joined all the committees, and was an active member of student government. And a passionate one at that.

Student government made him feel like he had an impact on the school, like he could listen to his peers and bring new ideas to the table. He felt like he meant something, made a difference. So, he attended all the meetings, volunteered at all the fundraisers. He was at every school event, and everyone knew him because of it.

Race liked being known, it made him feel like he had a real high school experience. He wasn’t just sitting in class, taking notes, and going home.

So, when the annual statewide student government conference rolled around in March, he was the first to apply.

And, unsurprisingly, the first to be accepted.

And, two weeks later, the first on the bus.

Race was an outgoing person, always eager to meet new people and make new friends, yet his favorite part of these events always remained the same. Bonding with his own council. He loved dinners with his friends and underclassmen who he doesn’t know and his advisors. Making jokes and making memories. He loved the SnapChat group Romeo made, sending videos they sneak of their unsuspecting peers as they eat. He loves the teasing, the strengthening of relationships, the level of comfort and acceptance that isn't regularly found in school.

But the very best part wasn’t even a part of the conference itself, it was at night in the hotel. They all piled into Medda’s room, ignoring the teasing they get from other schools’ councils when they find out that they all hang out with their advisor. They play games, truth or dare or never have I ever and other lame party games, they tell embarrassing stories and eat way too many M&Ms. Race loves for it.

Nobody gets enough, or any, sleep and coffee is hard to come by in the morning, with the hundreds of overtired teenagers all with the same need, but nobody gets grumpy, nobody cares that they have to be up at 7. They’re all just happy to be with each other and, honestly, it’s magical.

Race was looking forward to their first night of council bonding all day. He ate dinner, watched the annual conference lip sync battle and then went straight upstairs. He stopped in his room to brush his teeth (he hates the feeling of unbrushed teeth) and went to secure a spot on the extra bed in Medda’s room. Soon, everyone began piling in, squeezing on the bed or sitting on the floor. Talking about who was auditioning for the upcoming play (Race was) and who was surprised that Jack and Davey started dating (Race wasn’t), he felt the familiar comfort and contentedness fill him up and he sunk back into the pillows, grateful to be experiencing this once more.

It was hardly past midnight when there was a knock at the door.

“Who could that be?” Medda asked as she stood from the desk chair, walking to the door.

“I dunno,” said Finch, “I think everyone’s here.”

The man at the door was tall and intimidating, stern eyes and a gray beard.

“I assume you didn’t hear about the curfew.” He looked unamused.

“Oh, I’m sorry. These are all my kids, we’re just doing some bonding and debriefing. I know where everyone is.” Medda explained.

“I’m glad you’ve done the bare minimum but I’m afraid that there is a 12:15 curfew that your students are breaking.” The man smiled but it was obviously fake, condescending.

“Oh, I’m sure it’s alright, everybody is accounted for. We do this every year.”

“Not this year you don’t. Everyone must be back in their assigned rooms immediately. I will be back in five minutes. I am not afraid to bring security.” The man turned on his heel and continued down the hall.

“Well,” Medda shut the door and entered the room, looking shocked, “you heard the man, I guess. Everyone off to bed.”

Everyone began gathering their things and filing out of the room. “I can’t believe that guy would talk to Medda like that, she’s an adult show some respect,” Race said.

“I know, it’s such a bummer. Hanging in here is always my favorite part,” agreed Spot.

Spot Conlon. Senior class president. Intimidating guy. Race has known him for as long as he can remember but he still finds it difficult to talk to him. Spot oozes a sense of too cool for you that Race couldn’t overcome. And it didn’t help that he was literally gorgeous. Race thinks that everyone probably has a crush on Spot but everyone’s too intimidated to say anything.

“Yeah, the whole point of this conference is to strengthen the council. That dude’s bullshit.” Race pulled his key card out of his lanyard and opened the door to his room. “Good night, I guess.” Race stepped into his room and flopped straight to his bed, Crutchie and Jack following.

Race and his roommates were talking and mindlessly scrolling through Instagram, nobody tired because they weren’t expecting to be in bed so soon when the room’s phone rang. Race, his bed being next to the phone on the nightstand, answered.

“Hello?” Race asked, confused.

“Hey, this Racer?” the voice on the other end asked.

“Yeah, Spot?”

“Yeah, it’s me.”

“Why are you calling my room? Nobody uses these phones.” Race sat up against the headboard, answering Jack and Crutchie’s confused faces with a shrug.

“That dude can’t stop me from talking to people,” Spot said. “So you’re using the shitty hotel phones as your way of sticking it to the man?” Race asked, smiling.

“Honestly, it was the first thing I thought of. What are you guys up to? You with Crutch and Cowboy?”

“Yeah, we were just hanging around. Weren’t expecting to be in bed this early.” Race got comfortable, falling into the conversation.

“Yeah, this totally blows. No offense to my roommates but I wasn’t exactly looking forward to spending the entire night with them.” Race heard a muffled “Dude we’re right here,” from the other line.

And so, they kept talking. About the day, the plans they had for tomorrow, the crazy English teacher they shared. It was hard to believe that they’d hardly talked before tonight.

Race hadn’t noticed the time passing until Jack and Crutchie were both ready to sleep.

“Racer, I don’t wanna put an end to your endless flirting but Crutch and I are gonna go to bed. Wanna do us a favor and shut the fuck up? Ain't this what texting was invented for?” Jack plugged his phone in and set it on the nightstand before taking his socks off and getting into bed. Race checked the clock on the dresser. 3:42.

“Shit, Spot. We should probably get some sleep.” Race said, giving an apologetic smile to Jack. Jack rolled his eyes in response.

“Yeah, I guess. Talk to ya soon Racer.”

Race set down the phone and got up to take his contacts out.

“You two talked for a while,” Crutchie called from his bed to Race in the bathroom.

“He’s just easy to talk to I guess. I don’t know, it’s weird. I’ve never really talked to him much before.” Race washed his hands and stared at his tired eyes in the mirror.

“Yeah and so are we,” Jack called. “You just ignored us for like four hours. I didn’t realize you were trying to get a man this weekend.”

“Shut up, I’m not,” Race walked out of the bathroom wearing his glasses. “He called here, I just had a conversation. Besides, he could have been calling for any of us.”

“Whatever you say but neither of us would have talked to Spot Conlon for more than a minute before hanging up. Right, Crutch?” Jack turned the light off as Race got into bed.

“Honestly I’m surprised you answered the phone,” answered Crutchie.

“So what? I’m personable and you’re jealous. Good night fellas.” Race set his glasses on the nightstand and resisted the urge to text Spot. His number sat unused in Race’s phone. It would be weird if Race texted him, he’s sure Spot only talked to Race to have something to do. No big deal.

The next morning was business as usual. Jack, Race, and Crutchie woke up and groaned about being tired for only a minute before getting ready for the day. The days at the conference were long and busy with little downtime outside of meals so they packed their bags with snacks and their notebooks and phone chargers before meeting up with some of the others to go to breakfast. The three boys along with Davey, Katherine and Finch all met in the hallway and we’re about to leave when another door opened and out stepped Spot.

“Hey, guys. You heading to breakfast?” Spot asked, rubbing the sleep from his eyes.

“Yeah, you wanna join us?” Asked Davey.

“Thanks. I didn’t get a ton of sleep and my roommates were out early.” The group started walking toward the elevators.

“I wonder why.” Jack elbowed Race in the side as soon as Spot was out of earshot.

Race wasn’t sure how to act. It’s not like he and Spot are best friends. They’ve hardly spent any time together. Sure, now Race knows that Spot wants to be a lawyer and he loves meatball subs and his guilty pleasure is The Bachelorette but still, he hardly actually knows him.

“Shut up, Jack. I don’t wanna hear it.” Race replied quietly yet seriously.

Spot, Katherine, and Finch walked ahead, having some conversation the others couldn’t hear. “What’s going on with Spot and Race?” Davey asked.

“Nothing,” Race insisted but at the same time Crutchie replied, “They spent all night flirting on the hotel phone.”

“Really? Race and Spot Conlon? Not exactly a pair I would put together.”

“Dave, I’m literally standing right here.” Race rolled his eyes.

“Sorry, buddy. Maybe next time if you wanna flirt discreetly do it over text.”

“That’s what I said!” Jack said excitedly, bouncing as he walked.

Race took his phone from his pocket and checked his notifications, ignoring the conversation between the others.

The days at the conference are long and busy. After breakfast they broke into leadership workshops with students from other schools and Race didn’t see his friends for any longer than a passing by in the hallway. He didn’t mind, though. He loves reconnecting with old friends who he hasn’t seen in months or even since the last conference the year before. He plays games and light-hearted get-to-know-you’s while having serious discussions about inclusion and fundraising and school politics. It’s all of Race’s favorite things wrapped into one.

He didn’t think about Spot or Jack or Crutchie, he just had fun, took notes and made friends. After the workshops, they met in the main hall for a keynote speaker. There’s no losing with these. Either they’re very motivational and moving or they're terrible and the council can make jokes about them in the group chat. Race ignored the sadness he felt when Spot sat at a different table. They’re not even really friends, why should he care that he didn’t sit with Race and his friends? He shook off his emotions and took a SnapChat video of Jack under Davey’s arm to caption with a disgusted emoji. There’s no reason he should be bothered by Spot so he’ll just carry on.

That night was the fancy night. There was a banquet where everyone had to dress up and they gave out awards and recognized the best advisors and people gave speeches. But most importantly, it’s boring. The speeches were long and Race never knew who any of the people are anyway. The only benefits are the good food and being able to mess around with his friends with the added thrill of needing to be quiet. Everything’s funnier when you’re not supposed to laugh.

Because the banquet was formal, there was extra time for everyone to get ready than there would usually be for an evening program. Race isn’t finicky about his look. He doesn’t usually try to manage his curls more than wetting and brushing them and that’s the extent of his cosmetic routine. Jack, on the other hand, is surprisingly precise about getting his hair just right and looking his best. Maybe it’s an artist thing, like his hair is a canvas and his too-strong smelling pomade is the paint. Race is sure it also doesn’t help his time management that Davey is sitting on the counter in the bathroom while Jack gets ready in the mirror, but that’s none of his business.

So, Race was lying in bed, already in his dress shirt and bowtie waiting for the rest of his peers to be ready to leave. Eventually, as he waited, people joined him and his room became the hangout for the boys who were already ready to go.

There were probably about eight guys in the room already when Spot walked in. He was wearing a dark navy shirt with a grey tie and he looked incredible. Race fell from second place to seventh on the game of Mario Kart they were playing on Elmer’s Switch when Spot walked in.

“Hey, fellas. I heard some fun in here so I thought I’d stop by.” Spot took a seat on Race’s bed and began watching the game.

“Yeah, man, no problem. We got time to kill and snacks and Mario Kart, I dunno why you’d be anywhere else.” Jack said without taking his eyes off the screen. He was in tenth place but still determined to win. From his spot on the bed, Jack elbowed Race, looking over at him with a small grin. Race glared back.

Spot took a seat on the office chair in the room. “Who’s who?” Spot said, leaning over to see the screen.

“I’m top right,” said Race.

“Damn, Higgins. Seventh place? You gotta step up.” Spot began spinning in the chair.

“Yeah, I was almost in the lead but I got distracted.” Race concentrated on the screen.

“Oh yeah? By what?” Spot stopped the chair’s movement to look at Race.

Race froze. “Uh, nothing. Never mind.”

“Real smooth, Racer.” Jack grinned.

“Shut up, Jack. I don’t wanna hear it.”

Race looked up from the screen to steal a glance at Spot. Race swears he could see Spot look away before they could make eye contact; as if Spot was looking at Race and didn’t want to get caught. Race grinned and focused his attention back to the game, shooting into third place.

Race ended in third and gave up his spot for the next game, allowing someone else to play. He moved onto Jack’s bed, closer to the desk Spot was sitting in.

“You’re not gonna play?” Race asked Spot.

“Nah, you guys seem to be having fun.” Spot shook his head.

“Doesn’t mean you can’t have fun with us.”

“I don’t wanna intrude.”

“It’s not intruding.” Race said, “we’re all here for the same reason. We’re all hanging out.”

“Thanks, Race. Maybe later.” Spot took his phone out of his pocket and looked away from Race. It might be his imagination but Race thinks he can see Spot smile. It feels good to know that he is the one who caused it.

“Is anyone naked in here?” A voice came from outside the door.

“Yeah, Kat. We all are, come on in.” Jack called back.

The door opened. “Shut up, I wanted to make sure it was safe to enter. You guys ready?”

Katherine looked beautiful with her makeup done and her dress complimenting her body.

“We good fellas?” asked Jack. The guys began gathering their things and heading toward the door.

“You look beautiful, Katherine.” Race said, “That dress is bangin’”

“Aw, thanks, Racetrack. You’re not too bad yourself.”

Everyone met in the hallway and Medda led them down to the banquet hall. They took some group pictures and Race became a designated photographer for some of the girls having photoshoots for Instagram before he got dragged into some photos himself.

He loved this environment, where everyone was friends even if they don’t talk much at school. Maybe that’s why Spot’s been talking to him. Not because he wants to talk to Race, in particular, he just has been in the mood to be social, to meet people, to bond. That was probably it. There was no reason for Spot to call Race’s room, he probably didn’t even know who was in each room. And he could have wanted to talk to Jack or Crutchie. There was nothing there.

Race was determined to not let this realization ruin his mood. The dinner on banquet night is always the best and the way the council sneaks videos of each other failing to stay awake during the speeches is one of his favorite parts of the night. He still has that and he has his friends with him and that’s all he needs.

In the banquet hall Race sat next to Davey and Katherine, which means Jack, Crutchie, and Sarah were coming in tow. The rest of the council filled into the tables nearby, and the chatter and excitement for dinner and the dance later that night filled the room.

Race’s mood didn’t fall for the rest of the night. The dinner ended and people were clearing the hall to prepare for the dance. They were serving ice cream in the hotel lobby to keep the students busy while they put the tables away. The excitement of the dance that night echoed through the lobby as people lined up to get back into the hall.

The dance was crowded and hot and sweaty and shouldn’t be enjoyable but Race was in his element. His throat hurt from screaming the lyrics to random pop songs as well as student government favorites but he wouldn’t have it any other way. A slow song came on and Race left the dance floor. He could see his coupled friends move toward each other and some of his other friends dance together as a half-joke half-platonic loving gesture. Race headed to the refreshments to get some water.

He was filling his cup when someone came up behind him.

“Hey, Racer.”

Race turned around to see Spot Conlon behind him holding an empty cup.

“Spot, hey. Slow songs not your thing?” Race took a sip.

“Not when I have nobody to dance with.” Spot filled his own cup.

“Yeah, I feel that.”

“Is there something weird between us?” Spot asked suddenly. “We talked so much last night but today it’s like we don’t even know each other.”

“Oh, thank God.” Race let out a breath he didn’t know he was holding in. The lights changed and Race’s favorite song started playing. “I gotta go, but let’s just say if you called again tonight, I’d answer.” Race threw away his cup and ran toward the dancefloor. He couldn’t wipe the smile off his face.

The dance ended and Race and his friends were walking back to their rooms. When they turned the corner down the hall they saw the same man from the night before waiting by their rooms.

“There someone you’re looking for?” Asked Jack.

“No, I’m just here to make sure this council stays in their assigned rooms tonight, it seems you can’t be trusted.” The man stood with his arms crossed, looking down the hallway.

“Alright then, good night I guess.” Jack took his keycard out and opened their room and Race and Crutchie followed him in.

“That seems unnecessary,” said Crutchie.

“Yeah, totally,” Race said but he was too focused on the phone. He hadn’t talked to Spot since he saw him at the dance.

Race took a shower, hoping the whole time that the phone wouldn’t ring while he was bathing. Because it seemed that this year there would be no council bonding this year Race brushed his teeth and took his contacts out before changing into pajamas. He was sitting on his bed texting his mom when the phone rang.

“Hey.” Race tried to not sound too excited.

“What’s up, Racer?”

“Not much, apparently. I can’t believe that guy won’t let us hang out in Medda’s room”

“Don’t worry. I figured out a way. Come through the sliding door.”

Race looked across the room to the door leading to a courtyard. The hotel was shaped like a rectangle with a garden in the center. Race can’t believe he hadn’t thought of this. If the people on this side of the hall go through the courtyard they could get into each other’s rooms.

“Spot, you’re a genius.” Race hung up the phone and headed toward the door, ignoring Crutchie asking where he’s going.

When Race got outside he saw Spot waiting with a smug grin on his face.

“Nice glasses, Racetrack.”

Spot was still wearing his formalwear from the dance and Spot was suddenly very aware of his flannel pajama pants and glasses.

“Yeah, I guess I wasn’t expecting to see anyone but Jack and Crutch tonight.”

Spot’s grin grew. “So if you knew you were gonna see me you would’ve gotten all dolled up?”

Race could feel his cheeks grow red. “I can neither confirm nor deny that.”

“Race?” Spot asked quietly.

“Yeah?”

“Do you wanna kiss me as badly as I wanna kiss you?”

“Yeah,” Race repeated with a smile.

“Get over here, then.”

Race stepped forward, closing the space between them. Spot’s arms wrapped around Race’s waist and he pulled him closer. Race didn’t know how badly he wanted this until it started happening but now he can’t imagine a world without Spot. Two days ago Race and Spot hardly spoke. They had different friends, different classes, different lives and Race had no clue what he was missing out on.

They separated when they heard the door to Race’s room open.

“Racetrack Higgins, you mean to tell me that you found a way to hang out with other rooms and you didn’t tell us so that you could stand out in the cold and make out with Spot?” Jack looked offended as he walked outside, Crutchie following.

“It was Spot’s idea.” Race said, defensively.

“Hey, don’t bring me into this.” Spot whacked Race on the chest.

“It doesn’t matter.” Crutchie shut the door behind him. “We’re gonna be in Finch and Dave’s room. We’ll text when we’re heading back.” Crutchie’s smile implied that he knew exactly what they were doing as they left the room empty.

It was well past midnight when Jack and Crutchie were crossing back through the courtyard back to their room. Race hadn’t answered their texts and they feared they were going to see more than they ever wanted to see when they opened the door.

Crutchie walked inside and was surprised to see Spot and Race cuddled under the blankets on Race’s bed, Race’s glasses smashed against his face.

“Aw, they’re sweet.” Crutchie looked to Jack, smiling. Jack still had a hand over his eyes. “Jack, you’re ridiculous you can open your eyes.”

“You can never be too safe, Crutch. I didn’t need any new mental scars tonight.”

They decided to let the boys sleep, nobody got enough sleep at these conferences anyway. They were leaving the next morning and it’s always difficult to get up and pack when they haven’t slept all weekend. So, they were quiet as they got themselves ready for bed before they shut the light off and went to sleep.

The next morning Spot woke up confused as to where he was. It wasn’t until he saw Race standing across the room that his confusion melted away into a smile.

“Mornin’, sleepyhead,” Race said, his words muffled into his toothbrush. “You should probably head back to your room to pack and get ready for breakfast.”

Spot pried himself from the bed, groaning at the discomfort as he stood. “I can’t believe you guys let me sleep in my dress clothes.”

“Sorry, man, but I think there would have been bloodshed if we woke you up,” Crutchie responded as he packed his suitcase.

“Yeah, you’re probably right.” Spot walked to Race and pressed a kiss to his temple before leaving the room. Race was giddy as he went back into the bathroom to spit his toothpaste.

“So, things seem pretty good with you guys, what happened last night?” Jack asked.

“We did what we’re best at. We talked.”

#Sprace #sprace fic #modern sprace #Newsies #Modern Newsies #newsies fanfiction #spot conlon #racetrack higgins #race higgins #sprace fluff #twist writes #fanfiction #fluff #student council au #newsies au

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xadianwolf · 4 years ago

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☀️Book III: Sun☀️

🖤Hearts of Cinder🖤

- Stop abusing Adoraburrs, Claudia!

- Gonna tip-top into to the top of the Storm Spire

- Poor Soren

- Oh shoot, Lux Aurea is doomed...

- Flirty!Rayllum

- I wonder how The Light staff works...

- Oh no, they can't breathe!

- Pijama!Viren

- Yeah, Amaya!

- Oh shoot, oh shoot, oh shoot

- ....This is why I don't get why people think Aaravos is hot. Dude just murdered a Sunfire Priest by taling over his body and disintegrated Khessa while being all smily about it...

- Pyrrah is back!

- Poor Kasef. Yes, Soren, run away!!!

- These two just can't keep their lips to themselves, can they?

- The funniest part about all of this is that Bait realized first...

- Noooooo, Dark!Sibs

- JUST RUN AWAY, ARMIES! IS IT THAT HARD?! (It's a pretty scary scene, but it would've been waaay more brutal if everyone started to run away, only to be caught with the Hearts of Cinder spell or turned into Sun!Soldiers)

- Woooo, they made it!

- Way to ruin mood, Ibis

🛡️Dragonguard🛡️

- I headcanon that Ibis kept the secret that Zubeia was in a coma in order to not worry others. Still very stupid thing to do though

- Poor Zym

- Zubeia's tail curled around Zym's nest 😭...

- Rayla is opening up and Callum is being supportive

- Should've taken off your armor before climbing the Spire then, Soren

- Yeah, Callum, show him!

- Stop it with tge self sacrifice, Rayla!

- Aaaand they're arguing

- Rayla is still mad at Callum when he comes back, but doesn't turn him away, listening to him instead. And she's ready to listen to him when he has proof

- Tiadrin and Lain are honestly such underrated heroes. Without them, Zym's egg would've definetly been destroyed and all would've gone up in chaos

- I'm honestly a bit surprised that Rayla was confused at what to do

- Okay, Soren, you're one of the good guys now

- Amaya amd Janai are back. Wait, how did they get to the Spire if they didn't know Virus was heading there?

- Yes, they're gonna find help!

- Oh shoot, they're almost there!

⚔️The Final Battle⚔️

- I love how, with just a touch of her hand, Rayla is able to bring Callum back to the present and remind him to focus on what they still have

- Soren, you idiot!

- It's clear that Callum's not ready to forgive Soren just yet. A very good detail

- Amaya loves her idiot nephew and Rayla loves her dorky human

- Wooooo, Rayla!

- That Two-Tailed Inferno Tooth Tiger is named Flamma (blaze in Latin) and noone can convince me otherwise

- Way to break the tension, Sun!Kasef

- I dunno why, but the image of Claudia about to yeet that Noctu Igne fireball while her horse just gives off massive 'yeah whatever' vibes is weirdly hilarious in it's own way

- OH SHIT!!!

- Ezran and Ibis are back with other dragons!

- Ezran doesn't deserve this violence!

- Oh no, Sun!Soldiers aren't affected!

- WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU TWO PLANNING?!

- Zym's ready

- 😭😭😭

- Callum totally positioned himself there to protect Rayla from any Sun!Soldiers

- Queen Aanya to the rescue!

- Duren to the rescue!

- The way TDP Crew managed to put Barius in there as a comic relief of sorts (fighting with a rolling pin and jelly tarts) without ruining the vibe is very impressive

- Yes, Ezran!!!

- Marcos gets a new friend...or even more 😏...

- The rift between Dark!Sibs

- What the fuck was that?!

- Oh no, Rayla and Zym!!!

- Woooo, Bait!

- *hears the spell* NOPE!

- Okay, can we talk about this fucking scene?! Zym is paralyzed, in pain as his life essence is being harvested and he can't do anything because he's scared while THESE FUCKERS are screaming over how his power is making them stronger?!

- Zym's whimper still haunts me...

- NO, RAYLA!

- You know, for a while I thought that Callum going after Rayla felt very out of place. I don't even know why. Maybe because part of me wished this season to have a sort of bittersweet ending with Rayla dying and Zym reuniting with his mom while Callum is heartbroken and then the rest of the series focusing on him getting over the grief. But after letting my thoughts stew I realized that it ACTUALLY makes sense for Callum to do that. He works very well under pressure, has always been ready to do whatever he can to protect his loved ones AND at the end of every season has done something to save someone else (smashing the Primal Stone to save Zym, using Dark Magic for Pyrrah and Rayla and now this). Or I was just jealous becaise Rayllum is such a good and healthy ship and I was cranky over it.

- Yes, he caught her!

- Take that, Virus!

- The confession and Spinny Wing Kiss!

- All hail King Ezran!

- Also a little background detail I noticed: Marcos is with Sabah!

- Yes, Zubeia's waking up!

- The end...or is it?

- Claudia, what have you done?!

- I don't like it....I don't like it AT ALL.

#the dragon prince #wolf rambles about tdp again #tdp #wolfy's dragon december

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monkwrites · 4 years ago

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For fairness, here’s the beginning of the BokuAka story. Whether or not I can get past chapter one will probably be the deciding factor lol

To think it all started with one oversized little brat, coming in out of nowhere like a tsunami, shoving himself into everyone's life as though he belonged there. Hate is a strong word; there's a lot that Akaashi Keiji dislikes, like a whole fucking lot, but he prefers to think he's a somewhat reasonable man. Still, of all the things that bother him, that shake him to his core and send him teetering on the edge of murder, Haiba Lev is one of the few things he can say he absolutely hates without a shadow of a doubt.

It's not the kid's fault, and he knows that. But still, holy shit. If he thought he could get away with it, he'd have strangled him months ago. What it would feel like to have his hands firmly around that pretty little neck of his…

No, it's not Lev's fault, and he tries to remind himself of that, but it's hard. It's so fucking hard, and the wine doesn't help. A whole bottle all to himself, who the hell let this happen?

The more he drinks, the more he realizes it really isn't Lev’s fault. Not all his fault, at least. That selfish bastard Yaku Morisuke is at fault, too, and the longer the night drones on, the more he thinks about it. He thinks about his past with Yaku, the time they spent together, the love he felt for him...and how that piece of shit just couldn’t love him back. Sure, it was a no strings attached thing, and yeah, maybe that was his idea in the first place, but still. But still.

Fuck, it hurt. It hurt so fucking bad, and he was the only one to feel it.

Just. How fucking dare Yaku do...do...this.

Fuck him.

Fuck, why isn’t he over him yet? He thought his time in Paris would ease the pain, that he could have the love fucked out of him by every hot guy he could get his hands on. Turns out magic dicks don’t exist and sex doesn’t heal deep wounds. And he should know because he slept with a lot of guys in Paris. He came back home to Japan and his feelings were still there, along with the addition of one tall, childish, Russian piece of shit─that fucking bastard Lev.

He takes another swig of wine and watches Yaku disappear from Oikawa’s flat. Bokuto is saying something, but Akaashi can’t be bothered to pay attention. He’s too drunk and jealous. Bokuto doesn’t know to take the wine away, and he likes it like this. He’ll drink and everyone else will be too drunk to stop him, and Bokuto will be too ignorant to do anything about it.

He watches Lev disappear through the elevator as well, most likely to rendezvous with Yaku somewhere. He’s not stupid, he’s fully aware those two will finally hook up tonight. It’s New Years and they’ve been hanging off of each other for months. Of course it’s finally happening. It’s happening and Akaashi feels...well, it’s like everything is folding in on him and there’s nothing he can do to stop it. All he can do is drink and observe and be bitter and jealous because that’s all he’s fucking good for.

It’s all he’s ever been good for. Maybe that’s why Yaku never loved him?

Fuck.

The lights are dimmed in the living room as it’s just minutes from midnight. Everyone in the flat drunk-whispers in anticipation.

And everything is spinning. Everyone shouts a countdown, fireworks explode across the cityscape just outside, everyone kisses someone, everyone else is screaming about it, and then he’s at the kitchen island with Oikawa and Kuroo. They talk, he listens, but just barely. His head hurts and he doesn’t remember getting this drunk, but he is. Nobody’s taken his wine away, at least. At this point, he’d probably fight them if they tried.

Man, he really hopes he doesn’t end up vomiting on anyone tonight. That'd probably be a little more embarrassment than he's willing to deal with.

Suddenly, Oikawa is calling someone over. Oh, he’s calling over Yaku, who has a Lev shaped tumor attached to him. Isn’t that nice.

Oikawa teases them about fucking on the roof, or making out, or whatever the fuck they actually did up there. It doesn’t matter at this point, Akaashi was right. They’ve made it official, but knowing what was going to happen does nothing to dull the sting he feels in his heart.

You knew this was coming, Keiji. You’ve known for months, there’s no reason to feel like this, you idiot, you absolute idiot.

And then, he hears Lev say, “I'd like everyone to know, though. You're mine now,” and it’s all fucking over from there. The glass shatters in his hand─when did he grab a glass?─and everyone is looking at him, but he doesn’t fucking care. Fuck all of them, all he can see is red and the shock on Lev’s stupid, handsome face, and FUCK does he HATE this kid.

He isn’t even looking at him, but it’s still all he can see in his mind as his eyes stare at nothing dead ahead of him.

“Holy shit,” Kuroo says. “Are you okay, Akaashi?”

He reaches for Akaashi’s bleeding hand, but Akaashi pushes him away. He tries again, and this time Akaashi punches him in the chest with all the strength of a heartbroken twink...it’s also with his left hand, which is probably the only reason why Kuroo doesn’t die instantly by the force of his rage. Kuroo leans back, raising his hands in defeat.

Yes, leave me the fuck alone, asshole.

Oikawa looks like he’s about to stand up. “Kei-chan…”

“Don’t,” Akaashi warns him.

“What the fuck, Akaashi?” Iwaizumi steps forward, but he stops when Akaashi points at him with his good hand.

“Don’t,” he warns again. He realizes his hand is shaking. Fuck, his whole body is shaking and he feels like he’s on fire, from the alcohol or the burning rage, he can’t be sure. Who fucking cares at this point? He feels red hot from his cheeks all the way to the bottom of the soul he’s sure plenty of people don’t believe he has. But of course he does, and it’s in just as much pain as the rest of him.

Then Yaku speaks, and Akaashi wants to cry. “Keiji, what’s wrong?”

You, us, this, he thinks. If only he hadn’t left Japan, maybe he could have done something, anything, to make Yaku love him. There had to have been something, he just missed it, he fucking missed it because the only thing he knows how to do is run away from his problems. He fucked up and there’s no going back and it just...everything hurts so, so bad.

Yaku makes to step around the island, and Akaashi’s body moves on its own; he’s on his feet in an instant, so quick it must startle Yaku, because he stops before he gets any closer.

Before he knows it, he's screaming at the man, laying every insecurity he’s ever had out for everyone to see, letting all of their friends know just how pathetic and weak he actually is behind his stoic exterior. He screams at Yaku, then he screams at Lev, and it feels like it’ll never end, like he could go forever on a drunken rampage until he’s ruined every single thing he’s ever cared about in this world. That's not a lot, so it’s perfectly feasible. And maybe he should burn everything down right here and right now so that he can fuck back off to Paris and pretend like his life in Tokyo never existed. He likes to think it would be easier. God, something has to be easier than all of this shit.

He thinks he might throw up. If he does, he hopes it hits Lev.

Fuck, when did he start crying? His tears are just as hot as the rest of him, so hot they have to be leaving blisters where they fall down his cheeks. He’s bracing himself on the counter, he can’t even stand up anymore, and then Kuroo is there, and he thinks he’s screaming at him, too. It’s hard to tell what’s happening, and it feels like all he can do is scream. And then there’s Bokuto putting himself between him and Lev. For some reason, it just makes him angrier. Akaashi lashes out at him, too, because at this point, why the fuck not? He screams and flails against him, hitting whatever he can of Bokuto’s stupid, rock-hard body. It hurts, but Bokuto takes it, so Akaashi keeps doing it. He gets blood on the man’s shirt, but he can’t be bothered to care. Fuck him for getting in the way, anyway. Fuck him, fuck them, fuck everyone, fuck everything.

When did Bokuto start talking to him? How can he be so quiet and calm at a time like this? Who the fuck does he think he is?

“Let’s get you out of here, Akaashi,” he says in that voice that’s too quiet and serious to belong to Bokoto, but it comes from his mouth all the same.

He’s not sure when or how, but a few of them manage to drag him to the sink to clean his wound while he does everything in his power to make it as difficult as possible, but he’s suddenly so tired and super lightheaded and they're just too shit-faced to properly appreciate his ferocity.

They manage to drag him into the elevator, and then he’s out in the freezing cold of the night. Standing is hard, so he relies heavily on Bokuto to keep him from eating shit on the pavement. Bokuto helps him get his coat on, not even stopping when Akaashi tries to fight that, too. When did Bokuto become so patient and caring?

He doesn't notice he’d stopped crying until tears are streaming down his face again.

“Fuck. Off,” he sobs. Despite popular demand, Bokuto does not fuck off.

“Nah, man. We need to get you home...or. I dunno.” He looks around. “Your place is kinda far from here, isn’t it? C’mon, you can crash at my place tonight. You shouldn’t be alone.”

“Just leave me to die in the streets, I don’t want to do...anything else right now, okay?”

“Nah, I can’t do that.” Bokuto puts one of his thick arms around Akaashi’s shoulder, gently edging him forward. He tries to fight him, but all the fight left him as soon as the bitter winter air hit his skin. So, he reluctantly lets Bokuto walk him. “You’ll be okay, you just gotta sober up and sleep it off.”

“I’d rather...drink myself to death than sober up and face any of this later,” he admits with a bitterness to rival the winter chill.

Bokuto continues to reassure him in that uncharacteristically calm, even tone. Akaashi assumes that’s what he was doing at least, because the rest of the night is a blur. He remembers Bokuto carrying him up a few flights of stairs, stumbling into a door and tripping over something, and being caught by the elbow before he could knock his teeth out on the hardwood floor. He remembers falling into a mess of blankets and unfolded laundry, and having his shoes taken off for him. He doesn’t remember taking his jacket off, but it was gone at some point, and then Bokuto was there with water and pajama pants, and it was kind of nice until Akaashi couldn’t hold it in anymore. The last thing he remembers is instinctively leaning forward and throwing up an entire bottle of wine and his dinner right in Bokuto’s lap.

#I know where I want to go with this but figuring out how to get it started has been difficult #I'm sure I'll hit roadblocks later on but it's like I just gotta get past the hurdle that is chapter one

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