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sevendeadlymorons · 4 years ago

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Hey I’m that one anon from a while back that sent those long ass paragraphs about Lilith and Simeon, remember me? Anyway I know I’m very late to the party, but some of the boys are either getting to much hate or too much love over here (in my opinion) so I made a pros and cons list for all of them, I’m sorry- (I’m warning you now this will be long but I’ll put it in bullet points so it’s a bit easier to read, just read it whenever your mentally ready lol)

Lucifer (I hate this man.)

Pros

He’d help a lot with getting your life together wether that be finding a job, choosing the right college or other shit like that

He’d make sure your working hard and getting everything done, which is both a blessing and a curse tbh

He would be the one to take the most care of you whenever your ill psychically

Cons

He would probably overwork you

Doesnt have much time to spend on you and doesn’t make a effort to find more time unless your getting really sad about it

Probably wouldn’t be the best of help through issues with mental illness (he just doesn’t strike me as that type, feel free to disagree)

His pride would cause some serious problems in relationships :/

Mammon (I love this man.)

Pros

He’s the “if your sad, I’m sad” kind of guy so he does whatever he can to put a smile on your face

Makes his affection towards you known once he’s comfortable enough, mostly through things like hugs and head pats tho

He shows off anything you make, and I mean anything (you gave him a drawing? After showing it to everyone he puts it on the fridge. You wrote something? He reads it to everyone then puts it in his notebook to reread later, I think you get where I’m going with this)

Cons

There would probably be some communication issues due to his tsundere nature and habit of ignoring you when he’s mad

He’d get super mad at you when your trying to help him financially, maybe it’s a ego thing or maybe he’s just tired of hearing it

While his possessiveness is cute at times he’d definitely get way to overbearing if you don’t force him to cool it

Levi (I kin this man.)

Pros

He’d try to set up designated hangout times (like Friday is movie night, Tuesday is for RPGs etc)

Wanna spend time with him but aren’t very into what he’s into? While it will be harder to bond with him because of this I think if you REALLY wanted to hang with him he’d at least try to meet you in the middle (like if you like sports he’ll offer to play wii sports lol)

Insecurities getting you down again? Well never fear, levi is here! He’d find characters with flaws similar to those you see in yourself to prove that they don’t really matter (and since he struggles with insecurity himself he’d know how you feel and be one of the best at helping you through them)

Cons

Even if he makes an effort to meet you in the middle if you have different interests he’d refuse to get into “normie” stuff

He’ll guilt trip you constantly, even if it’s not on purpose (“Oh your hanging out with Asmo today? I get it, of course you’d wanna hang out with somebody cool and perfect like Asmo and not a gross yucky otaku like me”)

You have to initiate almost everything Hugs? You hug first. Handholding? You reach out to him. Confessions? You seriously thought he’d be the one to confess first??

Satan

Pros

Similar to Lucifer he’d be good at helping you get your life together and putting you on the right track

Unlike Lucifer, he’d actively make time for date nights and/or hangouts multiple times a week wether your going out for dinner or reading in front of the fireplace

While he himself might not be best at helping with comfort in the moment, he’d be great to turn to if you needed a long time treatment (you need a therapist? He’s got the best three in your area that you can afford and he found some helpful things you can do in this book)

Cons

As stated previously, he’s not the best with comfort, which can be an issue if you need a friend/partner who can be your biggest source of comfort (I’m not saying he’ll do nothing, it’ll just be kinda awkward ig)

If you vent to him about something he’ll always offer advice and while that can be good, sometimes all you want is someone to listen to you and getting advice can be annoying in the moment

I feel like hanging out with him you’d rarely ever get to talk about pointless things, everything would be serious you know? And while serious and deep conversations are good for bonding, some people (myself included) need to be able to talk about dumb things without having it turn philosophical

Asmo

Pros

He’s the best at boosting your confidence, there’s no competition

He’s more into spontaneous outings (he suddenly got the urge to go shopping, your coming with right?)

You can talk about just about anything with him, no judgment and he’ll never speak a word of it to anyone else if you don’t want him to (although he may brag to his brothers that you told him your secrets)

High emotional IQ

Cons

He has set things of things he’s interested in and his idea of trying the things your into is doing whatever it is for about 5 seconds then deciding it’s not for him

He cares a lot about looks, I don’t mean he’ll hate you or insult you cause he thinks your ugly, I mean he’ll constantly try to do your makeup, hair, and nails and he’ll always say things like “Your hair is a bit messy today, did you brush it? Yes? Well not good enough, let me do it” and “your wearing that out? There’s nothing wrong with it, I just think you’d look a lot cuter in this” and if your anything like me, that’ll get on your nerves a lot

While he’s great with emotional issues, if it’s a problem with anything like school or your job he’ll have no solution to offer, all you’ll get is a “You can do it!” and a good luck kiss

Narcissistic, need I say more?

Beel

Pros

He’s the best person to vent to, no judgment and tons of hugs and comfort food

He’s a mom friend, no explanation needed

Very supportive and always concerned for your health

Your in trouble? Call beel, he’ll help you and make sure your home safe before questioning you and will only lecture you out of love (unlike a certain older brother that will lecture you because “Your tarnishing Diavlo’s reputation by acting out like this. Your an exchange student, you must abide by the rules and behave yourself.”)

Cons

Food is his answer to everything (Sad?Food. Injured? Food. School’s stressful? Food plus a little help studying) and while food can be good for comfort, sometimes you need him to provide more than a snack

He’s the opposite of Satan in the sense that he’ll almost never offer advice when you rant to him, he just assumes getting it all out is help enough and won’t offer much more then a hug and food

Not getting along with one of his brothers? “They can be a handful, but they’re great people once you learn to handle the chaos” yeah he rarely thinks what his brothers did is a big deal so he gives you advice on how to apologize and get past it and he’ll give you food

Belphie (he really does attract the mentally ill people huh-)

Cons

I feel like he’d be good for certain people with social anxiety and people who have issues with always being scared about being a bad person (“you think your a bad person and are becoming more and more toxic by the day? Well your a better person than Lucifer that’s for sure, wether or not your toxic were going to cuddle now get in bed” or “your worried everyone is constantly staring and judging you for everything you do? Well I don’t really care about what your wearing or the way you walk so I doubt they do either, can we go home now?” ((Side note, I experience both of these issues and his uncaring personality would calm me, which is why I think this one of his pros))

He just wouldn’t care about whatever type of life style you lead and as someone who’s constantly scared of being judged for their lifestyle this would be amazing (“you sleep all the time? Same let’s nap together” “You don’t eat very healthy? Whatever, it’s fine, can we sleep now?” ((although it is a double edged sword))

He gets a burst of energy and just does the most random things (you see that tree? He’s already climbed half way up it. That petting zoo? He’s already feeding the lambs. That store? He’s already spent 30 grim)

Cons

Just like his twin he thinks every problem has one solution, but instead of food he thinks the solution is sleep (your sick? Sleep is the best medicine. A lot of homework? If you sleep you don’t have to think about it.)

At some point he just doesn’t care enough, if you come to him with a serious issue he’ll half listen to you rant then pull you down to sleep

He teases you a lot, which is fine teasing is fun, but he takes it too far. Maybe he touched on something your insecure about or he was too merciless, whatever it was, he won’t apologize for it, he just thinks your being sensitive. If he brought up some bad memories he’ll consider it, but his way of apologizing is cuddling

He doesn’t wanna do something? You guys aren’t gonna do it. You don’t wanna do something? Too bad, he wants to so your gonna.

I’m sorry this is so long- I tried to shorten it I swear- but anyway if you disagree I’m with anything, I wanna hear what you think

And even tho Beel doesn’t get much screen time and more serious moments, I think his character is way more then hunger

Random but I wanna add that other then Levi I kin Tamaki from mha and Ranpo from bsd

Dude do you just like torturing poor college students? This is so much to read, I’m about to cry 😭

I agree with the Lucifer part actually! Tho I do kinda thing he’s be good emotion support in some ways, for me, anyway. I feel like he may lack empathy that is needed in a stable relationship. Yes, he may be able to tell you with shit and honestly, he’d book my doctors appointments when I’m too anxious too so yknow. But yeah

Also agree with mammon. He’s a jackass when he wants to be, and I know he may not mean it, but his words are still hurtful in a lot of ways and he just can’t convey those emotions that’re needed in a loving relationship. But he’s so sweet and will show you off so it’s all good~

As much as I love Levi, I agree. He manipulates and guilt trips you throughout the entire game. It can’t be healthy in relationships but that don’t stop me from loving that sweet otaku boy 😔🖤

I agree with Satan too. I don’t have much to say but he’s avatar of wrath for a reason, for a start, and he honestly looks like he’d prefer talking about books than that funny thing that happened in class that made you laugh earlier

Agreed with Asmo too. Sometimes he may just get overbearing and the narcissism and the constant need to make you look better and improve you may get irritating

I agree with Beel. I don’t think he can comprehend that food isn’t an answer to everything and as a person who doesn’t cope with food and relatively hates it, he won’t be any help to me emotionally. He’s so sweet but he just won’t give you that proper support

I love Belphie so so much but I absolutely agree. He’s one of the most unbothered brothers who won’t care what you look like, yes, but that also means compliments may come rarely and like his twin, “sleep is the answer to everything” I can admit I like to sleep but I have a manic side that comes with insomnia and if he’s dragging me down and not letting me move and I just cannot sleep, I’m gonna get irritated and pissed off.

This got a bit long on my end too. I just really liked how you worded this and it was fun to see pros and cons of the ‘perfect’ brothers

I think Beel is more than food too, but I just don’t particularly like him either way cuz I’m not really a foodie so I can’t relate with him lmao

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radiantroope · 4 years ago

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Heart of Gold || Rafe Cameron

pairing: rafe x reader

requested: no

summary: your mental health is slipping and your boyfriend will do anything to help you.

warnings: swearing, depression, implied suicidal thoughts, mentions of drug use/abuse, fluff; if any of these are triggering please read with caution

word count: 1.6k+

author’s note: rafe is not a murderer in this fic. i love non-canon rafe. i wrote this as a vent the other day when i was having a hard time. i’m good now though<3 also, i suck at summaries so i’m sorry.

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You felt numb. Completely and utterly numb. The hollow feeling in your chest only felt to grow with each hour. The soft fabric of your pale yellow duvet cocooned you in the bed you wished to never leave. You stared blankly at the wall in front of you.

You stopped crying hours ago. Remnants of tears stained your flushed cheeks. The tip of your nose had turned a rosy color and your eyes that were once so full of life were puffy and bloodshot. Your arms tightened around your legs as the daunting thoughts loomed inside of your head.

Rafe Cameron was no stranger to your inner demons. He had his own as well and that’s what brought you two together. Shared traumas of being berated for everything you did. Feeling unaccomplished no matter what you did. Feeling unloved by the very people who were supposed to take care of you the moment you took your first breath.

Rafe knew you needed your space sometimes. He knew you had to work out your thoughts and emotions on your own and he was okay with that. You had it way harder than he did, being a Pogue — someone he never could have imagined falling so hard for. Though, when he hadn’t heard from you in three days, he started to grow worried. He sent you a good morning text, an “I love you” text in the afternoon, and a goodnight text before he went to bed each day. Despite the state you were in, he always got a reply. When this time he didn’t, his mind went into overdrive.

The Kook knew your parents spent all day on the mainland every Wednesday so he hopped in his truck and made his way to the South side of the island. He just needed to see you and make sure you were okay. He knew the longer you isolated yourself, the darker the thoughts in your head would get. He wasn’t going to risk you doing something stupid in a moment of weakness like he’d done before.

“I don’t know what else you want from me dad! I try so damn hard, but nothing is good enough for you!” you shouted at your father from the other side of the living room.

This had been going on for almost two hours. For a while, you sat in silence as your father called you every name in the book. He told you how he raised you better than this. He compared you to your older sister who had gotten a full ride scholarship to Julliard. You barely skimmed the surface in school. Not seeing the point since it was rare for anyone to actually make it out of The Cut.

“I want you to do better. I want you to stop treating this house like a god damn hotel! You come here to eat our food, use our shit, and sleep one night a week! You may as well move the fuck out at this point!” your father’s voice got louder with each sentence, face turning red in rage. “Go move in with your perfect little Kook boyfriend in his big perfect house and mooch off him! You’re worthless, Y/N! I’ve lost all the faith I had in you.”

The fight happened three days ago, but you couldn’t get your father’s words out of your head. They kept spinning there, along with every other hurtful thing he’d said from the moment you turned sixteen.

You’re worthless. You’re lazy. You’re stupid. You can’t do anything right. Who would ever love you?

You didn’t hear the front door or the footsteps walking down the hall. You didn’t hear your bedroom door open and gently shut seconds later. The voices in your head were far too loud.

Rafe’s heart dropped at the sight of you curled under the blanket. Your knotted hair was splayed out on the pillows. He almost couldn’t even see the rise and fall of the blanket due to your shallow breathing. He walked around the bed and let out a soft breath. The emotionless expression on your otherwise beautiful face caused a tightness in his chest.

The blue eyed boy crouched down by your head and gently brushed your hair away from your eyes. He watched your eyelids flutter and your gazes met. It was like you were looking through him, a sad smile spreading across his lips. He whispered, “Hi, sugar.”

As your brain registered your boyfriend was the person in front you, the floodgates in your eyes reopened. A small cry left your lips as you released your legs and reached out of the covers for the boy. He didn’t hesitate to climb straight into the bed with you. His muscular arms enveloped you, pulling you tightly into his chest. You couldn’t control the sobs that wracked your body.

“Oh, baby,” Rafe breathed, feeling tears burn in his own eyes. Seeing you in such a state was never easy and he had trouble keeping his own emotions at bay.

He buried his nose in your hair and closed his eyes. One of his large hands rubbed up and down your spine, trying to consol you. He quietly cooed, “I’ve got you. You’re okay.”

The sandy haired boy held you in his embrace until your harsh sobs turned into small whimpers. You sniffled every so often and your body still trembled against him. He brought one of his hands up to your hair and worked his large fingers through the knots. He knew you probably needed a good shower but he was going to wait until you’d calmed some more before he moved you. He placed a soft kiss to your forehead right at your hairline, causing you to look up at him.

“Why do you love me, Rafe?” your voice was barely even a whisper. He definitely wouldn’t have heard you if you weren’t pressed chest to chest. “I can’t do anything right. I’m a waste of space. You deserve someone better.”

A deep frown pulled at the Cameron boy’s face. He knew you were only saying it because your parents had embedded it in you. They’d said things like that to you so many times that you started to believe them. He always did everything in his power to remind you that you were incredible and so loved — even if it was only by him.

Rafe brought his hand up and cupped your cheek, thumb brushing down the flushed skin and over your jaw. His tone was stern but his voice was soft as he said, “Don’t talk about yourself like that.”

“I love you because you’re a strong woman with a heart of gold. You go through hell and still wear a smile on your face to everyone on this island. You go out of your way to help people when they need it, even if you get nothing in return. You defend your friends and I even when we don’t deserve it.”

The Kook’s heart leapt when he saw the corners of your mouth twitch. His thumb brushed over your bottom lip. His bright, ocean blue eyes stared into yours with complete adoration.

“Remember when I was an addict?”

How could you forget? It was two years ago, early in your relationship when you learned of his addiction. You remember every sleepless night staying up making sure he didn’t choke on his own vomit when he was going through withdrawals. You remember having to help him shower when he was too weak to stand on his own. You remember having to change the sheets once a day when they were covered in his sweat. You remember taking the angry outbursts when he desperately wanted a fix and couldn’t get it.

You remember the three times he relapsed and you had to start the process all over again.

You remember the one time he overdosed — and you almost lost him forever. That’s when he finally realized he was killing himself and checked into a rehabilitation center. Topper and Kelce cleaned up their acts along with him. None of them wanted to die over an overpriced white powder that gave them a temporary high to numb their pain.

“You visited me everyday in rehab, even when I gave you every chance to walk away. You never gave up on me,” Rafe’s thumb made its way back up your cheek and over the protruding bone. “I’m not giving up on you, baby. I will spend everyday, for the rest of my life, reminding you that you deserve the world. That you are smart, beautiful and the absolute love of my life.”

Your lips turned up in a smile. It wasn’t a big one, but it was something, and Rafe had never been so happy to see it. He tilted his head down and captured your lips in a sweet kiss. Your hands that had been gripping the front of his polo slid around his back. When he pulled away, you rested your head on his chest and listened to the steady beat of his heart.

“Move in with me,” Rafe said after a moment of silence.

Your head lifted immediately, nearly knocking his chin as you stared wide eyed at him. He chuckled at your shocked expression and tucked your hair behind your ear.

“I’ve got some money put away. We can get an apartment and it’ll cover a few months. We can get jobs and I’ll go to school,” Rafe’s fingers trailed over your arm, leaving goosebumps in their wake. “What do you say, princess? Wanna start our own life?”

You couldn’t stop the grin that enveloped your face as you thought about what he was suggesting. You wouldn’t have to be criticized by your parents anymore. You’d be free to do whatever you wanted with your life, and you’d have the man of your dreams by your side. So you nodded, bending in and pressing your lips to Rafe’s passionately.

“Let’s do it, baby,” you whispered against his lips, squealing softly as he pulled you on top of him and attacked your face with kisses.

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friendlylocalwhumper · 4 years ago

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continuation of this drabble. content warning: graphic gore.

Quinn wakes to pressure on their stomach. They wake croaking out a ragged, groggy scream that jumps up in pitch as weight is leaned on their wounds.

Their scream is muffled, their ability to breathe lessened - there’s a hand pressed over their mouth. Quick, short breaths from their nose carry them toward hyperventilation.

New pain burns under their stitches. Are they being stabbed again? No - no, it’s healing magic! Their eyes go wide and new struggles erupt. Quinn throws themself against the hands holding them down until they manage to twist their head free to cry, “No! No, n-no, stop! Stop!”

Before Major, with healing magic pouring out of his hands, can refuse, Quinn rears up to try and kick him. The white-haired warlock snarls and jerks away to avoid being kicked.

“The fuck? Fine, you wanna bleed out? Whatever.”

Quinn is too busy dragging themself back, away from Major and Tank, to answer. They pat a hand across their stitches, looking down worriedly.

“The - how much did you heal? Inside?” They’re still in agony, they feel close to fainting again, so not much was fixed, they think, they hope…

“Dunno. Not enough. Fuck’s your problem?”

“There’s something…” Brown eyes flick up to the healer, full of anxiety. “I think there’s something in me. The woman who cut me, she stitched me back up, and I don’t know why, and… I can’t think of any reason she’d do that other than to put something inside and keep it there.”

“That’s fucked,” Major comments intelligently, approaching and looking at the sewed-up stab wounds. “So why not heal it?”

Pale under their freckles, Quinn clears their throat. “Because… if she put something in me, I need to get it out. If I’m healed, it’ll be stuck in there. So… I need you to… get rid of the stitches, and reach in, and look for it.”

“Ha!” Major pushes himself up. Walks away. Walks back with a casual gait, his body communicating incredulity but his eyes hard. “Like I’m gonna do some gross shit like that. With you crying like a baby because it hurts? No way, do it yourself.”

“I can do it,” Tank offers, selfless and direct as ever.

“No. I need him to do it. Major, if something goes wrong, if there’s too much blood or something torn or… you need to be the one, because you can heal me if things go bad somehow. Your hands will be right at the damaged spot. It has to be you.”

It takes some convincing, but soon Major is sat facing Quinn with them leaning up against the wall, sleeves rolled up to reveal jagged burn scars where tattoos once were, expression drawn and grumpy. He’s got a knife to pick through each loop of the stitching - every pluck draws a choked whimper.

“It’s gonna hurt like hell. If Tank doesn’t hold you down-”

“I can stay still, I can do it,” Quinn bites out, panicked at the thought of being pinned and useless. “Just… just do it.” The stitches have been pulled out now, blood seeping down their stomach. “I can take it. Make sure to-” Their eyes go wide and watery as Major shoves his hand into the bigger gash, fingers probing and setting fire to their torn skin.

“Said you could handle it,” He grumbles, his free hand on their shoulder as they arch back and make hoarse sounds.

“I c-, I ca-, I can.” Major has never seen their face twisted with agony like this, has never seen them fail so miserably to hide what they’re feeling. He doesn’t enjoy the sight. “Make sure to, to… it could be sm-, mmmnh! Small. Tracking device. Or… just don’t sh-shove, don’t, be careful ple-, please…”

He is being careful. As impatient and destructive as he is, he doesn’t want them to die with his hand tearing their shit up inside.

“Feel anything?” Asks Tank as he hovers protectively.

“Squishy. Gross and warm. It’s like, tightly packed in there, and shit’s torn up? Really needs to be healed. But nothing that shouldn’t be there.”

A sickly grey color is seeping into Quinn’s features, their eyes unfocused and spilling tears. Sounds fall from their lips, oddly quiet, like there aren’t any sounds loud enough to vent their pain right now, so all that can come out is air.

Frowning intensely, Major continues his search. His fingers slip between organs feeling hot and compressed, finding nothing but more squishy warmth. If he pokes in a certain direction, he finds something hard, probably fit to burst from the damage the knife caused, which is not a good sign. But there’s nothing hard like metal or wood or plastic. No small chip for tracking or recording their vitals or anything. He’s just got his hand shoved in their gut for no reason.

“This is fucked. There’s nothing in there. I’m fixing this.”

Quinn doesn’t respond with words as they’re healed from the inside out, Major’s hand sliding from the wound as it finishes up its work in stages. Clarity returns to their eyes, and with it, horror. Even when the healing is done, no tear left in their abdomen, they still struggle to speak. Major is soaked in their blood.

“Get up. You’re fine now. She didn’t put anything in you. You feel better now, freak?”

They nod. They allow themself to be pulled up to their feet. But Quinn seems different. Stunned.

Someone else might let them sit back down, rub their back, try to talk to them about what they just went through.

Major grabs their arm roughly and shoves them toward the street, pushing hard against their back when they slow to a stop.

“Go on, weirdo. No daydreaming. Let’s go someplace we can wash this shit off and get drunk.”

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gendercraft · 3 years ago

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When I Fell Overboard [Chapter Eight: Never Been The Type To Trust]

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Synopsis: Sebastian struggles with his relationship with Maru as she strives to get close to him. Meanwhile, he and Elliott get closer and closer.

Trigger warnings: Panic attacks, fighting, snapping, potentially unsympathetic Robin, crying, food mention, let me know if I missed anything please

Fall came around full force. Nearly overnight, the leaves turned red and orange and yellow, crisp breeze carrying them across the cobble walkways. Pierre and Caroline had Abigail help them hang a huge sign above their entranceway advertising their ‘one of a kind’ and ‘Joja-free’ pumpkin seeds. Gus brought out a new menu, similarly pumpkin themed, but Sebastian couldn’t say he hated the spiced pumpkin mead.

He and Elliott spent most days together. Any time he had to pull himself away, either to get some alone time or catch up with Abigail and Sam, they stood behind Elliott’s closed door with their arms wrapped around each other, Sebastian safely cradled against Elliott as they promised to meet again soon.

Sebastian was falling hard. Every time he saw Elliott, he couldn’t help but smile. Elliott would do something small, like whisper an “aha!” when he figured out how to fix a plot hole, or accidentally burnt himself with his raspberry tea, or made too many crab cakes and had to share, and all Sebastian could think was, “I love you.”

It was becoming a little bit of a problem. Elliott showed no signs of feeling the same way, gave Sebastian no hints, nothing to work off of. He eventually broke and spent a good twenty minutes venting to Sam and Abigail, who stared at each other, and then him, and then each other, then Sam sighed and left the room.

“What’s his problem?” Sebastian asked, face hot.

“You. You’re an idiot.” Abigail grabbed her drumsticks. “Come on, if we start he’ll come back in.”

Abigail was spending a suspicious amount of time with Maru. Occasionally Abigail would come over while Sebastian was working and stay shut inside Maru’s room until he finished, sometimes for hours. There was an awful lot of laughing, though Sebastian couldn’t understand why.

He eventually accepted that if she and Abigail were going to be friends, Maru and Sebastian had to be a little more than civil. Not quite friends themselves, but close. So when Maru reached out, he forced himself to stop snapping back. He still didn’t like that she was so insistent on them having a good relationship, didn’t understand why she didn’t already have enough—you’re stealing my best friend and you want me, too?—but he had to let it go. He couldn’t lose Abigail. He’d die.

“Is it cool if I invite Maru with us to the saloon tonight?” Abigail asked during band practice one day.

“Sure,” Sebastian mumbled. “Oh, and Elliott gave the okay for next week.” Sebastian asked if the three of them could use his cabin to rehearse one day so they could see how their songs would sound how they were meant to, on the piano.

“Awesome.” Sam plugged his guitar into the amp with a wicked grin. “I am ready to give my mom a headache.”

Sebastian rolled his eyes.

After practice, they headed out to the saloon, an order of pizza and a round of beers already waiting for them. Sam gave Shane a cheerful wave and a smile, who returned it with a grunt.

Abigail hopped onto Journey of the Prairie King, cussing the arcade machine out while Sebastian killed Sam in pool. Elliott showed up to drink his share of the beer and wrap his arms around Sebastian’s shoulders from behind. Sebastian blushed under everyone’s stares, but couldn’t bring himself to push Elliott away. It always made Sebastian so happy when Elliott touched him, a feeling of me, he’s choosing me. He could have anyone else right now and he’s choosing me.

It was hard to push aside the dread piercing Sebastian’s stomach when Maru came through the saloon doors. He focused on the game, not meaning to ignore her but trying to act casual and, well, taking it too far.

“Hey, Sebastian.” Maru smiled.

He glanced up. “Hey.”

They stared for a moment, then Maru stepped aside to join Abigail at the machine.

“So how are things going with you?” Elliott asked, giving him space to shoot.

Sebastian bent over the table slightly with his pool cue. His tongue poked between his lips as he analyzed the set up, then moved and shot, hitting three of his balls into the holes and knocking aside two of Sam’s.

“Damnit!” Sam side. “Fuck, Seb.”

Sebastian grinned. Then he remembered Elliott’s question and it faded. “Right. Um… fine, I guess? I mean, she’s here, right?”

Elliott nodded slowly. “Right… is she still asking for your help with the robot?”

“Yeah. Every other day, pretty much.”

“Why don’t you help her?” He rested a hand on Sebastian’s shoulder.

“She doesn’t need my help,” Sebastian muttered.

“I think she does,” Elliott said gently.

Sebastian shook his head and leaned against the pool table while Sam considered his move with a snail’s pace.

“What does it matter?” Sebastian asked in frustration. “I thought you were staying out of it, remember?”

Elliott smiled nervously. “Right.”

They played a little while longer, until Sebastian won and they were all tipsy. They stumbled out the saloon doors, milling around for a second while they figured out who was going with who.

“Did you still want to see those videos of the Stardew caves?” Abigail asked, shyer than usual.

Maru nodded with a smile. “I have a good computer. Wanna spend the night?”

She nodded. “Sebastian, you coming?”

“Uh…” He glanced to Elliott, tipsy enough to allow the hope to show plainly on his face.

Elliott laughed and wrapped an arm around his waist. “You can spend the night with me. You know I never mind.”

“Well, I’m going to my own house,” Sam said, holding his hands up. “Have fun.”

Maru, Abigail, and Elliott laughed, and they all split ways. Sebastian slipped his hand into Elliott’s when they were out of sight.

Elliott smiled at him. “Want me to read to you when we get home, my dear?”

Home.

Home home home.

Sebastian nodded. “Yeah.”

Then Sebastian saw it. He looked up and Elliott was smiling softly, his brows relaxed, eyes sparkling. He was… happy to see Sebastian.

Elliott chuckled. “What?”

“Nothing,” Sebastian murmured. “Just…” He bit his lip. How could he say this? He forced the words out, “just… happy to… to be… you know, to be with- with you.”

Elliott brightened. “That is so sweet! Sebastian!” He squeezed his hand as they stepped onto the beach, kicking sand as they went. “Before we head inside, do you want to go on a walk?”

With the alcohol buzzing pleasantly in his head and the moon hanging above them, there was absolutely nothing Sebastian would rather do. He nodded.

They strolled along the sand, headed towards the tidepools on the other side of the beach. When they arrived, Elliott broke off, and Sebastian missed holding his hand but it was worth it to watch him run around the tidepools, picking up shells and holding them to the starlight. He came over to Sebastian with a small, smooth black and purple shell and held it out to him.

“Reminds me of you,” he said sheepishly, and that was it, Sebastian was in love.

He cradled it in his hands, staring up at Elliott with the widest grin.

Kiss him.

Sebastian’s grin weakened. He couldn’t do that. He could never do that. What if he read everything wrong, and Elliott didn’t like him at all? Sebastian wouldn’t survive the embarrassment—or the guilt, if Elliott didn’t feel the same but kissed him anyway to spare Sebastian’s heart.

“I had a really good time with you tonight,” Elliott said softly. He stepped closer and fit his hand into Sebastian’s. He cupped Sebastian’s face. “I always have a good time with you.”

Sebastian couldn’t speak, just smiled up at him, eyes damn near close to watering.

“I was worried, with Maru being there. You guys always have so much- so much friction, and I know it upsets you. I don’t want anything to upset you. Maru is truly trying though, and it means a lot that—”

He stopped. His face flushed, eyes widening.

“I mean…”

Sebastian frowned. “What are you talking about? What does that mean?”

“No, nothing.” He brushed Sebastian’s hair back. “It was nothing.”

Sebastian took a step back. His hands trembled. “Have you been talking to Maru?”

He hesitated. “Sebastian…”

“Have you been talking to Maru?” He asked harder. “You promised you wouldn’t meddle in my relationships.”

“I- I know. And I’m sorry. But after we started getting close, she came to me, and she was so upset, Bastian-”

Sebastian shook his head, eyes squeezed closed. The shell fell to the sand. “You promised me. Why would you… I can’t believe you’d…”

“Please don’t be upset,” he begged. He stepped closer, and Sebastian stumbled back. “I just want you to be happy.”

“That’s none of your business!” Sebastian exploded. “I told you not to get involved, it’s none of your business whether Maru and I get along or not! I can’t believe you’d- you’d-”

Fuck, now his eyes were watering. Shit. He shook his head and turned, stumbling over the tidepools.

“Sebastian! Wait!”

“Just leave me alone, Elliott!”

He stormed away.

He was grateful it was so cold, because his body was hot, sweat pin-pricking his brow. He slammed the door open to his house and stormed towards Maru’s room. He banged on the door until she answered.

“Sebastian?” Her anger faded. “What is it?”

“I can’t believe you’d talk to Elliott behind my back,” he snapped. “You’re really so desperate to have a relationship with me that you’d trick me into it?”

“Seb?” Abigail peeked over Maru’s shoulder. “What’s wrong?”

He couldn’t even get the words out anymore. Part of him knew he was overreacting, knew he’d regret this, but his stomach boiled and his chest was tight and he was so, so angry, so upset that Elliott and Maru would…

He squeezed his eyes shut.

“Sebastian, you need to breathe,” Abigail said firmly.

Her cold hands cupped his face. He blinked his teary eyes open.

“Whatever you’re mad about, it’s okay,” she soothed. “You can figure it out.”

He turned and hurried away. He barely managed to get his bedroom door shut and locked before he sank to the ground, hands trembling and body numb.

He’d never been the type to trust people. In all honesty, he probably doomed his and Demetrius’ relationship from the start. Maybe he doomed his and Elliott’s, as well.

All he knew is he didn’t trust Elliott anymore, and he wasn’t sure if he wanted to.

#stardew valley #sdv #sebastian sdv #elliott sdv #elliott/sebastian #when i fell overboard

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calpalirwin · 4 years ago

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Papa’s Job

Summary: Mason gets introduced to Ashton’s line of work.

A/N: Smushed a few ideas together. Also this piece delves deeper into Mason’s special needs diagnosis/lack thereof. And while I’ve done a fair amount of research both over the years for various reasons, and while writing this, I am by no means an expert, and my research is no substitute for personal experience. So please, feel free to offer constructive and KIND feedback in ways I can better write Mason. Happy reading!

Word Count: ~2k

And away, and away we go!

It seemed to Vanessa like wherever she turned, Mason was underfoot. “Fuckin’ hell!” she swore as she turned and almost tripped over the little boy.

Mason’s bottom lip trembled as he clapped his hands over his ears at her outburst.

She sighed and crouched down in front of the almost three year old, keeping a careful hold on Bailey who had been particularly fussy since her first round of shots the day before. “Sweet boy, you’re too close. I have the baby, we have to be careful.”

“Baie,” he nodded, reaching for his sister.

“You wanna hold her?”

Another nod.

“Okay, sweet boy. Let’s go sit, and you can hold Bai.”

Mason sprinted to the living room, flinging himself onto the couch. He grabbed the boppy and put it on his lap. “Momma. Baie.”

“Yes, Mase.” Vanessa said a silent prayer that Bailey wouldn’t kick up a fuss about not being in her arms as she placed the two month old on the boppy.

Bailey twisted her mouth to start crying, but Mason was quick to place his hand by her, her little fingers grasping around his slightly bigger index finger. “Baie, Baie, Baie,” he sang softly to her as she settled down.

“Bailey, Bailey, Bailey,” Vanessa sang with him, sitting down next to her son.

Mason continued to sing nonsense sounds at his sister, who slowly drifted off to sleep. Once Vanessa was sure she could move Bailey from Mason and upstairs to her crib to continue sleeping, she reached for her daughter. Mason whined low in his throat, placing his hands gently over Bailey. “Momma,” he warned in a low whisper.

“I know. I’m gonna go put her in her bed, sweet boy,” she answered back, her voice just as low.

Mason’s whine got more pronounced.

Vanessa pressed a finger to her lips. “I know you love her and want to hold her. You’re a great big brother, Mase. But sissy went night-night. You can hold her when she wakes up, okay?”

He pouted, but moved his hands away so Vanessa could take the sleeping infant. But clearly he wasn’t too thrilled at his sister being taken away because as soon as Bailey was in Vanessa’s arms, he chucked the boppy to the floor. “Mason Nicholas!” Vanessa hissed through her teeth as the toddler took off.

She held back the sigh, focusing on getting Bailey into her crib without more fuss.

Mason, in his quest to hide so he could continue to pout in peace, ended up at the top of the staircase leading to the basement. “Hey, Mase,” Ashton smiled when the little boy came stumbling down. He gripped the cymbal of his drum set between his index finger and thumb to silence it, setting his drumsticks aside. “Where’s Momma and Bailey?”

Mason jutted out his lower lip and pointed up the stairs.

“Aw, did Momma put Bailey down for a nap?”

Mason nodded. “Baie, Papa,” he whimpered.

“Aw,” Ashton chuckled, patting his lap. “Wanna come sit with me?”

He wiped at his face, walking over to Ashton and crawling into his lap. “Baie, Papa,” he repeated in a hiccuped sob.

Ashton wrapped the boy into him. “I know you’re sad. But Bailey needs to sleep. When she’s awake you can hold her some more.”

“Momma,” Mason mumbled.

“Yeah, I’m sure Momma did tell you the same thing. But it’s okay. You can still be sad about it.”

Mason let out a shuddery breath of acceptance before pushing at Ashton’s chest. Ashton opened his arms, expecting the boy to climb down from his lap. But to his surprise, Mason reached forward to tap his hands against the various drums, liking the sounds he produced. “Papa!” he beamed.

Ashton lit up like a Christmas tree. “Yeah? You wanna play the drums with me?” Ashton grabbed the drumsticks. “Look, bud,” he said, striking at the drums.

Mason laughed with glee at the sound, clutching on to Ashton’s wrists.

“Here, you try,” Ashton said, handing Mason one of the drumsticks.

Mason looked at it in uncertainty and back at Ashton.

“Like this,” Ashton demonstrated again.

Mason copied what Ashton had done as best he could.

“There ya go! Just like that!” Ashton encouraged, shifting Mason so that the boy was on one his knees, freeing up his other leg to kick up a steady beat against the bass drum.

“Mason?!” Vanessa’s frantic voice called down the stairs. “Ash, is he down there with you?”

“Yeah, we’re down here, baby.”

She came flying down the staircase, halting at the bottom, eyes wild as they landed on Mason sitting happily on Ashton’s lap playing with the drum kit. “You scared the crap out of me!”

Ashton’s own eyes went wide. “Me? What did I do?”

“Not you, him!” She pointed a finger at Mason. “He got mad that I put Bailey down so he took off to hide. I thought he went to hide in his room. Fuckin’ damn near tore the house apart looking for him.”

“Whoa,” Ashton eased, standing up and adjusting Mason on his hip. “Take a minute. He’s been with me. He’s fine.”

“Yeah, I can see that… Here, I’ll take him back upstairs.”

Ashton waved her off as Mason squirmed in his hold to reach for the drums. “Nah, I got him, it’s fine. We’re having fun, aren’t we, bud?”

Mason smacked on the cymbal with his stick, giggling at the sound.

Vanessa’s heart melted. “Alright. But, you, mister Mason,” she said, wagging a finger at the boy. “We do not throw things when we are upset.”

“Uh-oh,” Ashton tsked, looking down at the boy in his arms. “Momma’s right, Mase. Throwing things isn’t nice. What do we say after we do something that’s not nice?”

“Momma!” Mason grinned, blowing Vanessa a sloppy toddler kiss.

She crossed over to her boys, kissing Mason’s cheek. “I forgive you, sweet boy. So what are you and Papa doing?”

“Teaching him how to play drums. He seems to really like it,” Ashton told her, sitting back down with Mason so they could go back to playing.

“Yeah, they say music’s really good for him.”

“Who’s they?”

“They. The doctors. The research. Something about the repetitive nature helping with his speech. I dunno, a lot of the scientific mumbo jumbo goes over my head.”

“Well, why don’t we get him in like a class, or something. They have those, right?”

“Yeah. And I’ve been meaning to. But every time I think to look into it, something else comes up. And without a formal diagnosis, it’s hard to find the right class for him.”

“He doesn’t have a formal diagnosis? What does that mean?”

“It means they, the doctors, just have a lot of really good guesses but not any real answers because he’s still so young. It’s currently a toss up between aphasia and autism.”

“Okay, I know what autism is more or less. But what the fuck is that other word?”

“Fancy talk for speech disorder.”

“That is so fuckin stupid… they can’t tell if he has a speech disorder? He’s damn near three years old and only says 4 fuckin words. I may not know a whole hell of a lot about child development or whatever the fuck, but pretty sure three olds are supposed to say a lot more than 4 bloody words.”

Vanessa stifled her laughter as Ashton vented his frustration. She wondered how many times you had raved the exact same thing to Finn, almost verbatim. “They can tell he has a speech disorder, love. They just can’t tell if it’s just it’s own thing, or if there’s more to it than that. Autism and speech disorders tend to overlap.”

“Yeah, and I bet you had to pay out your fuckin ears for all those doctor visits, and specialists, and shit. God, your healthcare here sucks.”

This time, she did laugh. “Yeah, but Finn and I both have pretty good insurance plans so it wasn’t too bad.”

“Yeah, and we can always just do this,” he told her, jerking his chin about the room. “Do our own music therapy here in the basement.”

“Now, that’s not a bad idea.”

“Man, I can’t wait to start touring again. I mean, I’m gonna miss you guys like fuckin’ crazy. But god, I can’t wait to show you guys around when we do our gig here. You’re gonna fuckin’ love it, baby.”

“It might just be me coming to see you, babe. I don’t know how Mase will handle all the noise, even with headphones.”

“Shit you’re right… well maybe you guys should come to a rehearsal then. Give the headphones a proper test.”

“A private concert all our own, huh? I think that sounds perfect.”

~~~

Mason gasped in excitement as they walked into the rehearsal space and he saw all the instruments. “Momma!”

“Yeah, I see, sweet boy. Are you excited to watch Papa and Uncles?”

“Momma,” he nodded.

“Go say hi to everybody, and then we’ll sit and listen, okay?”

Mason dashed off to press his forehead against Calum, Luke, and Michael who all murmured their own hellos to the boy while Ashton helped Vanessa get settled down with Bailey. “Ikey!” Mason screeched when he got to Michael, reaching up to touch the man’s fringe that poked out of his hat.

“Yes!” Michael whooped in victory. “Fuck you, fuck you, fuck you!” Michael said pointing at Calum, Luke, and then back at Calum with each “fuck you.”

Calum rolled his eyes while Luke pouted, “How is ‘Mikey’ easier to say than ‘Luke’? How does he like your hair better? I have curls!”

“Oh, just let him have the win, Luke,” Ashton said, straightening up to his feet. “You guys ready or what?”

After making sure Bailey and Mason had their ears protected, the men all situated themselves with their instruments and started playing.

Mason managed to sit quietly through about two and a half songs before he got up and went over to Ashton, resting his small hand against the man’s leg. Ashton nodded for them to keep going when Calum, Luke, and Michael turned to look at him in a silent question. Between beats, Ashton scooped Mason up into his lap and finished the song. “Whatcha think?” Ashton asked both everybody and nobody as he pushed sweaty locks of hair back away from his face.

“Transitions sounded better this time,” Michael commented.

“Sounded better than better. Sounded tour ready,” Luke corrected.

“Could do without audience participation,” Calum teased with a playful look at Mason on Ashton’s lap.

“Just because you missed a beat, doesn’t mean you have to be bitter, Cal,” Ashton teased back. “And speaking of audience participation. What’d ya think?”

With all four men watching her, Vanessa shrugged her shoulders. “I’m no music expert, but I’m with Luke and Mike. Sounded really good.”

Mason, displeased that the music had stopped, reached across Ashton’s lap to strike at the cymbal with his hands. “Here,” Ashton told him, handing Mason the drumsticks. “With these.”

Mason tried again, shrieking with excitement at the sounds he produced from hitting the different parts of the drum set. Much like how he had done in the basement a week ago, Ashton shifted so Mason was fully seated on one leg so he would work the bass drum with his free leg without jostling the boy too much in the process. “Atta boy, Mase!” Ashton praised.

Rehearsal was quickly disbanded in favor of giving Mason a turn at all the other instruments in the room, letting him choose his favorite. Mason sat with Michael the longest, happily swiping a guitar pick against the strings. “Well, now we know what to get him for his birthday,” Michael grinned, sticking his tongue out at Calum and Luke.

Calum grumbled that this was barely a win for Michael because all this proved was that Mason definitely liked guitars, making it a win for everyone except Ashton, while Luke pouted more about how unfair it was Mason liked Michael more than him because “We play the same bloody instruments! I have CURLS!”

Ashton laughed at his friends, letting Michael gloat in his little victories a little bit longer before getting Mason’s attention. “Mase? Drums?” He drummed a quick and small beat that had Mason launching himself off of Michael and across the room to Ashton’s lap.

“Ha!” Calum smirked, flipping off Michael. “Now who’s Mase’s favorite?”

“Bailey,” everyone answered without needing to think about it.

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minghaocouture · 4 years ago

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Free Food and Proposals

Pairing: Lee Minhyuk (Monsta X) x Reader Genre: Pure Fluff, maybe a little bit of crack. Warnings: Language WC: 2.2k

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“Yes of course! Of course I’ll marry you!” You exclaimed, sliding the ring onto your finger before basically tackling Minhyuk into a tight hug and planting a soft kiss onto his lips. He beamed at you as you pulled away and as the sound of applause filled the restaurant. The strangers were obviously enjoying this open display of love.

Oh if only they knew.

As the two of you sat back down at your table to finish your meal, you noticed the waiter making their way over. Subtly, you kicked Minhyuk’s leg under the table and wiggled your eyebrows. To most people, that would have just been flirting, but you Minhyuk and you it was a signal. So he reached across the table and took your hand.

“Wait until we tell your mother, she’s going to have a field day helping you plan.” He laughed as he spoke, and gently rubbed his thumb over the top of your hand. Your attention strayed from him as the waiter arrived with a soft smile on his face.

“The staff would like to congratulate you on your future marriage, so tonight please don’t worry about the bill. Your meal is on the house.” He explained, giving a small bow as you and Minhyuk thanked him. The two of you even went so far as to ask him to take a picture of the two of you so that you could send it to your families. He agreed.

It took a lot for you to not break character as you posed, making sure to show off the ring as the waiter snapped your photo.

The rest of the meal went exactly as planned and before you knew it the two of you were back in Minhyuk’s car and driving back to your apartment.

“I still can’t believe this works! People are so blind sometimes.” You exclaimed, pulling the ring off of your finger and handing it over to Minhyuk so he could return it to it’s box. Minhyuk couldn’t stop laughing, even as he was driving. One hand leaving the steering wheel to wipe away some stray tears from how hard he was laughing.

“Asking for the picture was a nice touch! Not as good as the tears from last time, but still.” He told, turning onto the highway. Making an attempt to stop his laughter so that he didn’t crash the car.

This wasn’t a new game for the two of you. Go to a restaurant, Minhyuk presents you with a real (but super fake) looking ring and asks you to marry him. You freak out and cause a scene to get people all soft about the happy marriage proposal. Then, if you’re lucky, either the waiter or manager will come over and offer your meal on the house as a way to congratulate you. There were times where it didn’t happen, but the free meals were frequent enough that the two of you had turned it into a game. In fact, you’d been doing this almost as long as you had been dating.

Despite the game, the two of you hadn’t really spoken about actual marriage. You didn’t hate the idea of being married to Minhyuk, he made you happy and in the words of Jessica Rabbit, he made you laugh. Despite this, you both were still pretty young and you weren’t sure if he ever even wanted to get married. Hell,You didn’t even live together.

Well...not technically, Minhyuk was definitely at your apartment more than he was his own. He even joked about how he would think he lost some article of clothing only to find it the next time he visited your house. You were honestly debating on just asking him to move in, you liked not coming home to an empty house and it would be cheaper for the two of you if he did.

“I’m just dropping you off today babe, tonight’s that DJ event thingie that I told you about the other day. Gotta support our boy.” He explained, pulling up to your complex and parking in a spot he definitely wasn’t supposed to park in so that you wouldn’t have to walk as far to your door.

“Ugh, I hate missing Hyungwon’s shows just because I work mornings. Curse adult life!” You pouted, he had invited you about a week ago, so it had been too late to ask your boss for the day off but because no one else at your job wanted to work mornings so your boss had a tendency to schedule you. So you were out of luck.

Minhyuk giggled at your intense reaction, leaning over to your side of the car to press a soft kiss against your lips which caused you immediately to stop pouting.

“I’ll message you when I get home from the show okay?” He said as he pulled back, reaching up and gently ruffling your hair. You retaliated with a small whine as you playfully slapped his hand away so he wouldn’t continue to mess up your hair. “And i’ll pick you up from work tomorrow like we planned. We’ll go grab some ice cream since you have to work with that dick tomorrow.”

With a groan you slumped in your seat and jutted out your lower lip at the reminder of your least favorite colleague. Your pout once again causes your boyfriend to let out a laugh, pinching your cheeks lightly.

“Awe my poor baby.” His teasing being interrupted by a loud car horn blaring. The two of you looked out the back window, realizing that the owner of his parking spot had returned home. You practically jumped out of the car, giving him one last kiss before doing so.

“Have fun tonight baby! Tell the guys I said hi!” You exclaimed as you flung the car door open, turning towards the car whose’s spot that was and giving a small wave as your apology to the other driver before you hightailed it into your apartment

***

“And then he said he was ‘always modest’!” You exclaimed, throwing your hands into the air in frustration as you exited the car. Work had been absolutely terrible that day, as it usually was when you had shifts with Daehyun. He was the slowest member of the staff, yet walked around like he was the best thing since sliced bread. He was always boasting about himself and his accomplishments (despite still being a waiter) and then had the balls to say he was ‘modest’. Then to top it all off, he was super sexist so even when you were right about a policy or something he refused to listen to you. He infuriating to work with.

“I really wish your boss would stop scheduling you with him. If you want, I can get Hyunwoo to go up to your work and hassle him. I’d do it myself but they know I’m your boyfriend.” Minhyuk wrapped an arm around your shoulder, pulling you close, as the two of you entered the ice cream parlor. It was times like this you were even more grateful for your boyfriend. He was so kind and could always make you feel better after a terrible day.

Laughing, you rejected his suggestion. The two of you made your way up to the counter to pay but as you were waiting for your ice cream to be prepared, you noticed Minhyuk fidgeting with something in his pocket and he looked kind of nervous.

“Everything okay Hyukie?” You questioned, maybe you had gone too far with your venting and he was upset? Or maybe something had happened and he needed to vent too.

He removed his arm from your shoulder and backed away from you slightly. His left hand still stuffed inside his pants pocket. He sighed softly before speaking.

“I’m not really sure how to say this and I’m sure I could have done this at a better time but..” He trailed off, running a hand through his hair. Your heart sank and you grew worried that this was it and he was breaking up with you, for some reason you went to the worst scenario out of fear. It wasn’t like Minhyuk to hesitate when talking to you. You didn’t interrupt him though, and just let him continue.

“We’ve been together for a while now, and you know I love you soooo much. Like I love you more than every single whale in the whole ocean!” You tilted your head a bit out of confusion, all worry from a minute ago was gone completely. It sounded like he was proposing, but the two of you hadn’t planned this for today and you usually didn’t do this at places you frequented. Maybe something had happened, or he forgot his wallet? Whatever the case was, you did as you usually did and played along with the act.

“I know it’s probably silly doing this here but,” He pulled a small box out of his pocket, you noticed that it was a different shade of blue than the one that your prop ring was held in. “I was thinking that if I was going to propose then I would want to do it somewhere we are both happy. Ice cream makes everyone happy.” He was rambling now, and you thought that it was definitely a good touch. You’d have to commend him on his speech later.

With a deep and shaky sigh, Minhyuk knelt to one knee right in front of the check out counter and in view of all of the other customers.

“You wanna get married? I’m just saying...I think i’d be a pretty good husband.” Letting out a nervous laugh, he stared up at you with a hopeful smile. Playing the role of the shocked sweetheart, you paused and let the situation sit in the air for a moment before placing a hand over the large smile that had spread across your face. Then proceeded to nod rapidly, hoping you could make yourself cry for this. If you couldn’t it wasn’t the end of the world.

He stood and quickly slid the ring onto your left hand before pulling you into a tight hug, while your audience clapped to congratulate you.

He pulled away and pressed a soft kiss to your lips before he turned back to the counter and apologized to the clerk for stopping the line for so long. The little old lady just cooed at the two of you as she passed your ice cream over.

“It’s no trouble dearie, it’s always nice to see young love. I’m so glad to see two of my favorite regulars so happy. Consider these cones on the house.” She exclaimed. Minhyuk beamed and bowed to thank her, and you followed suit. The lady had always been super nice to you anytime you came in. It’s gonna be a bit of a hassle to remember that you’re ‘engaged’ every time you visit in the future, but that was the price of the game you supposed.

The two of you took a seat at a table inside the parlor and snacked on your ice cream, occasionally someone would walk over and congratulate you if they had been witness to your public proposal. You would both thank them, blush a bit, basically act the part.

After your ice creams were finished the two of you returned to his car, and you slumped down into the passenger seat.

“Ahhh that was such a good one Hyukie! You almost had me fooled you know! Your rambling definitely made it feel more real.” You said as you took off the ring to return to him. Getting a better look at it this time, it was definitely a different ring than you would usually use. It was a lot more realistic too.

Turning your gaze back to your boyfriend, you were met with a dumbfounded expression.

“You’re joking right?” He let out an almost defeated laugh that seemed to morph into his usual bright and bubbly laughter. You just stared at him for a moment, mildly wondering if your boyfriend had officially lost it. It certainly felt like it.

After his laughs subsided, he took the ring from you. His smile was almost blinding.

“I have never been more in love with you than I am right now.” he muttered, slipping the ring back onto your ring finger. “That was a real proposal you dork. You think I’m so cheap I won’t pay for ice cream?”

Wait what?

Your heart skipped a beat as you stared at him, completely taken off guard by what he had confessed. You hadn’t been expecting a real proposal...like ever. Yet it had happened and you had thought it was all a game. Honestly you felt a bit embarrassed and extremely dumb. This feeling took complete control and had you shoving your face into your hands, letting out a long muffled scream. The only thing this accomplished was to have Minhyuk laughing all over again.

“Hey! You can’t hide!” He ordered between bouts of laughter. “You have to give me your answer!”

“You really think I could say no to you?” You muttered, face still hidden behind your hands. You felt his hands gently grasp your wrists in an attempt to pull your hands away.

“What was that I couldn’t hear you?”

Of course he was teasing you, he probably would tease you about this for the rest of your lives.

“I said, of course I’ll marry you. You absolute dork!” You confirmed the answer by pulling him closer As close as you could get in the front seat of a car and planting a long kiss on his lips.

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chocochar · 5 years ago

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ᴍɪꜱꜱᴇᴅ ᴍᴇ? | ᴅᴀʙɪ/ᴛᴏᴜʏᴀ x ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ | ᴘᴀʀᴛ 4: ʙᴏɴᴅɪɴɢ

(AN: So part 4, yay! I'm going to be 100% honest, didn't think this was going to even reach this point, like if it wasn't for the lovely readers and comments I don't think it would've been continued, so I'm happy, thank you readers (⁄ ⁄•⁄ω⁄•⁄ ⁄)⁄

This one may not be as long as the previous parts since it's going to have some father son bonding, kind of fluff with Dabi and Kaoru but part 5 will be longer with what's planned. Also the writing I feel will be kinda weird at first, since it'll be through Kaoru's POV so I was trying to have the mindset of a 10 year old, kinda?? (〃￣ω￣〃)ゞ

So let's hop in, yeah?)

[Kaoru's POV]

I was really surprised when I woke up early this morning and went out to get breakfast. Mom was already awake and getting ready in her room to go to work, and since I have the day off I decided to make breakfast for us both, which I do when I'm off but she still has to go in. After last night I've been worried, well, actually since I saw dad the day before, but seeing mom cry I didn't know what to do. I just stood in place and it felt like my legs got really heavy. I don't like to see mom cry or get stressed, so I wanna do my best to be good and help her!

Heading to the living room I almost missed dad sleeping on the couch, until I heard the blankets shift and his black hair sticking out which looked even more messy. I froze, eyes wide; trying to be quiet I tip toed over to him and peeked over the arm of the couch. The blanket covered most of him and was raised up to his chin, his eyes were still closed and he didn't look ready to wake up yet. I was still shocked, thinking,'Mom let him stay the night?! Sh-Should I wake him up and see if he's hungry? Or would he be mad if I did that?'

I stood there for a few minutes deciding on what to do before shakily making my decision by poking his cheek. Nothing. With a little more confidence I did it again, this time dad sniffs and shifts, my hand pulling back when I jump. 'He's not that scary... Well, he is... C'mon Kaoru, just wake him up and ask him if he wants breakfast!!'

After the small pep talk in my head I look down to poke him again before freezing up, his eyes open and looking tiredly up at me. I can't tell if he's annoyed or not (dangit, I should've just left him alone!) but his voice doesn't sound like it when he asks,"What is it, Kaoru?"

"Uh, well, sorry about waking you up so early, but I was wondering if, um, you'd like some breakfast? I was gonna start on omurice for me and mom, want some too?" I ask, fidgeting with my shirt. He blinks, before picking up his phone to check the time I think, before shrugging as he starts to get up.

"Sure," is all he says, sitting up and scratching his head still looking at his phone. Nodding I hurry to the kitchen to start on food.

Luckily I finish mom's as she comes out of her room in uniform and I hand her her plate and fork along with a glass of juice.

"Ah Kaoru, you know you don't have to do this," she smiles, glancing at dad who's looking up from his phone at her. "Good morning," she says, smiling at him.

"Morning," he yawns, stretching. I catch the way her cheeks turn pink and she steps around me to go eat in the kitchen.

"I don't want you going to work on an empty stomach, that's not good for an officer," I say, checking dad's which is just about done. Dishing his up I start on mine and watch as mom gulps hers down once she sees the time. She's done faster than I expected and I follow her out to the living room where she stops to talk to dad before she goes.

"I've got to work today, otherwise... Anyways, are you planning to leave after breakfast or...?" She asks, dad shrugging after locking his phone. It looked like he was texting someone, but I wouldn't know who.

"Looking to kick me out, already? Even though you offered me the couch last night?" He turns to look at her, I think teasing her, and mom shakes her head with a sigh.

"No, I was just wondering because... Well, while I'm at work I was going to ask if you'd like to stay and hang out with Kaoru," she says, crossing her arms. My eyes light up although I'm surprised too, but dad looks at me before back to mom and nods. He's really, uh... nonchalant? I think it's kind of cool.

"Beats my plans today, plus I've gotta get to know my 'mini me' right?" he replies, his nickname for me sounding better than the 'chibi' one Natsu-oji and Rina-oba call me. I hate that one, but I don't try to stop them when they call me it. When he looks at me again I smile and nod eagerly, but I try to reel it in. Gotta be cool like dad! I can't seem too excited, so I nod more slowly. I don't know if he caught it or not, but he turns back to mom.

"Okay, well, good, I'll be back around 4 then," she replies, getting ready to leave.

"Okay, go play hero," he says, and mom narrows her eyes at him before she walks back over to him and pinches the good skin on dad's cheek. He looks at her with his eyes widening slightly touching his cheek, while I watch both not expecting mom to do that and dad to look so surprised.

"Next time I'll go for the ear," she tells him with a smile, I think she's teasing him, but dad returns to his nonchalant attitude and turns away from her, checking his phone again. He seems annoyed, I think, but not mad at least. "Bye boys," mom says before she leaves. I stand there staring at the door before I gasp and hurry back to the kitchen, forgetting about the food!

I wound up having to remake mine but dad and me now sit on the couch, the TV on but neither of us really knowing what to watch. We wound up settling on the news, and it's talking about the heroes again; hen they bring grandpa on I cock my head but I flinch when dad suddenly stands and goes to the kitchen. It was really abrupt, and I could see he looked... really mad. It was hard to tell, but his eyes looked scarier than usual. Remembering how he's got the burn scars I look at the TV again and a question comes to mind: How did dad... get his scars? Mom mentioned he... cremated himself? I want to ask what that means but not right now. I think it would probably be best to avoid talking about that stuff until dad doesn't seem as upset.

[Dabi's POV]

Bastard. That's all I can think whenever I see that mug of his. The smug air around him because he finally got to that #1 hero spot. Even if he won't admit it I'm pretty sure it kills him knowing it wasn't from all the training and work he put in to surpass All Might. But he still got to that top pedestal. Probably regrets all his imperfect breeding and sees it as a waste of time, failures he doesn't need around. Or at least that's probably how he viewed me. Fuyumi and Natsuo got lucky, he didn't try to train them or let them starve if they didn't do well enough in a training session.

My hands grip the sink tightly and for a brief moment I nearly forget where I am as my flames start to lick at me arms and face. Whether he's only knocked off his throne, or killed, it doesn't matter to me. One way or another karma will bite him in the ass.

"Dad?"

My flames immediately disperse hearing Kaoru's voice. Turning around I look at him and he looks worried, my mind settling again as I ask,"So what did you want to do today? I've got a free schedule so whatever you're in the mood for we'll see what happens."

This doesn't seem to fully push away his concern, but he doesn't try to push the matter, instead answering my question,"Um... Well I don't mind what we do. We could play video games, or go out and do something, there's a movie theater and park nearby, I'm okay with anything."

I rub my neck knowing if I even stepped one foot out of this place in daytime I'd be found out, so I can't exactly risk that until I think of something that would make it possible. So looking back down at Kaoru I say,"Let's hang out in here for the time being, I can't exactly go outside, don't want to scare people, y'know?" I point at my face with one corner of my mouth lifting, 'mini me' seeming to understand since he nods and doesn't really seem disappointed. To be honest I've been pretty surprised by the way he's been handling all of this; either he has no idea who 'Dabi' is, or he doesn't care. Like when he first saw me, he looked scared for a second but then that changed to what I'm guessing was amazement maybe? Or intrigue. Anyways, he's pretty calm, I could tell he was eager for me to stay today.

I follow him to the living room and when he suggests video games I admit,"I'm not really the kind of guy who plays video games, so don't expect me to play well."

"That's okay! Mom is okay, but it's still fun to play," he smiles, getting the system set up as well as two controllers. I watch him getting it all ready, getting lost in thought.

It's weird, this whole situation, 10 years living on the streets and becoming who I am today I'm not sure how to feel about this whole 'dad' thing. I still have no idea why I came after (F/n) and him, I don't know what my goal was, if I even had one. I just saw the kid, then her... And before I knew it I followed them home and even broke in, twice. Did I miss (F/n) since I'd seen her all those years ago? Yeah, can't really deny I did. Back then she was the only thing I really had that kept me from breaking down or let me vent all my frustrations about home, while she sat and listened. She once nearly stormed to my house to rip my dad a new one, but luckily Fuyumi and I stopped her. Being able to see her again and talk is nostalgic, even if we're now on different sides of the law. And seeing Kaoru I got remembering everything with him. My own childhood, where I didn't really have a father, more like a tyrant. Something about not only the thought of Kaoru missing a dad along with having that bastard to look up to... That was a huge push for me to confront (F/n) and reveal myself.

Granted, it was a pretty stupid plan knowing her job. At least it went smoothly, for the most part.

I blink out of my thoughts when Kaoru hands me a controller and I look it over as he sits next to me and gets the game started.

[X][X][X]

"Are you sure you didn't lie to me? I bet you have played this game before!" Kaoru exclaims, pointing at me accusingly as I beat him, again. We've been playing a few hours, it's already noon now, and I briefly think about (F/n). I'll stay around until she gets home, and see if we can talk about the situation more before I go so the League doesn't think I'm skipping out on meetings.

Smirking I say,"Nope, never in my life, just happened to watch some of my teammates play it but I doubt that's enough for me to catch on. Guess your dad is just that good." He gives a pout, which immediately makes me think of how much it matches his mom's, before he gets up to switch out the games.

It's quiet for a minute or two while he does this, but he breaks it when he asks,"Dad... Is it true you're a bad guy?"

I don't respond at first. So he does know.

"Technically, yeah," I reply, scratching the back of my head as he looks back at me. He looks surprised, probably because I didn't deny it.

"Why?"

I take a minute to think about how to respond, staring at the floor a few moments before meeting his eyes again and saying,"It's a lot to explain, but I'm trying to... 'clean up' the hero society, well, society as a whole. There are a lot of heroes out there who aren't as 'good' as they try to pass themselves off as, and I'm trying to get rid of them or show their true colors."

He stares at me taken back but also confused, looking down and I'm guessing trying to understand.

"So, like that one 'hero killer' kind of?" He asks, which I wasn't expecting. I didn't consider he knew about Stain but it saves me the time trying to explain more.

"Yeah, kind of."

He hums, mumbling,"Grandpa is kind of like that, he's really scary but he's a big hero... Mom doesn't like him." Good to know, (F/n) still can't stand him.

"You're mom is right in not liking him, kid, Endeavor is one of the worst out there," I tell him, my eyes narrowing. Kaoru turns his head back up to look at me before standing and facing me.

"Is it true, th-that you had trouble controlling your quirk?" He asks out of nowhere. I cock a brow and nod, lifting my hand and turning it over, letting a small blue blaze dance on my palm. He stares at it almost mesmerized as it flickers but doesn't grow or go stray as I control it.

"I've got better control now, but yeah, used to burn myself a lot growing up," I explain, moving the flame around my hand before it rests in my palm again and I close my fingers into a fist, the flame disappearing. I take notice on how much he's fidgeting, so I proceed to ask,"Are you struggling using yours or something?"

He scratches the back of his before he nods, explaining,"Y-Yeah, it's getting really bad and I don't know how to stop it from getting out of control... I can do force fields like mom, but they, um, they have blue fire on the outside of them, so when I use them I panic... And they get big and the fire gets worse." He looks ready to show but shaking his head decides not to and instead continues with,"Mom is having Shouto-oji help me this Saturday, b-but I'm nervous..."

I narrow my eyes hearing this; Shouto is training Karou? It's not a bad idea, I guess, won't deny the brat's learned pretty well how to use his quirk, but something about him being the one training Kaoru bothers me. I don't have a clue why it irks me, but my mouth moves faster than my brain this time.

"What about me training you?" I ask, and Kaoru's eyes widen at the suggestion and I rest my elbow on my knee and my chin on my palm gauging his reaction. It's probably not a good idea, but too late to take it back now. "Unless you'd prefer someone like Shouto, I doubt I'd be the easier teacher-"

"N-No, I'd like that!" He cuts me off, my eyes slightly widening. He looks embarrassed, and tries to hide it by acting nonchalant, continuing,"I mean, uh, you've been in my shoes, so I, um, think you'd be the better choice. Plus I'd get to see my dad, which would be pretty cool." He's definitely not convincing me with his aloof act, but I smile and chuckle, finding it kind of cute.

"Then I'll talk to your mom when she gets home, okay?"

[X][X][X]

[(F/n)'s POV]

When I get home I'm fairly surprised Tou- Dabi is still there, and he and Kaoru look like they're playing a board game; the winner is pretty clear, by Kaoru's pout and Dabi's smirk. They both look at me when I walk in and I ask,"Hey boys, did you two have fun today?" It's still a weird feeling that Dabi is here, and it feels normal. Well as normal as it can be.

"Yeah, but dad's a cheater..." Kaoru huffs, arms crossed glaring at the game.

"I told you I'm not cheating or lying about playing these games before, you're dad is just that good." Dabi teases. He turns his attention back to me and stands, walking up to me and putting his hands in his pockets. I look up, meeting his cerulean gaze as he speaks,"I was looking to talk to you about something." Puzzled I tilt my head and nod, letting him continue. I still can't read his face, but it at least doesn't seem serious.

"Kaoru told me about how you were planning to have Shouto train him, which I guess isn't a bad idea," he shrugs, although I'm not sure why he's bringing this up. "But I got a better one: me training him."

I blink a few times, not sure what to say to this suggestion. It's not outlandish, but it is a little odd. It could give them more time to see each other, I suppose. Although he and I will see each other quite a bit more too... Which has my heart thumping harder than expected.

"It was going to be Shouto and his friend, but you... Want to train him, instead of Shouto?" I ask, repeating his suggestion.

"Yeah. I used to be in his footsteps, remember? I'd know better than Shouto how to help him learn some control. Just let me know when and where and I'll meet you there," he tells me, while I'm still surprised he's offering. But glancing at Kaoru I meet Dabi's eyes again, and with a nod I agree, a little hesitation there.

"Alright, I guess it won't hurt. We'll have the first training day Saturday, around 2 PM. It's in a training area a friend of mine owns, I'll give you the address," I tell him. My face heats up slightly when he flashes a lazy grin, his eyes never leaving mine.

"Fine, sounds like a plan, little miss cop."

(AN: So like I'll be honest, this chapter was fun to write buuuut it might not be the most exciting since there isn't much Dabi x (F/n) (〃￣ω￣〃)ゞ But next chapter will have more (F/n) come in since it'll be the beginning of Kaoru's training.

I hope you guys enjoy, let me know if you are? (i feel like i'm makin dabi too soft when it comes to kaoru, if i am i am sorry)

(ps I've got another fic series in mind for Shouto fangirls, it should be started within a few days so keep an eye out (˵¯͒⌄¯͒˵) ))

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lauras-collection · 5 years ago

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Too Shy [Part 2]

Tom Holland x Reader

Part 1

Summary: You’ve been avoiding Tom for weeks and he’s had enough.

Words: 2,433

Warnings: swearing, angst, crying, realising things, fluff (I don’t know how to do these warnings so if there is anything in here you think I should mention, let me know)

A/N: I’m still overwhelmed at how much love Too Shy has gotten in such a short amount of time and I just wanted to say thank you! :) I hope you like part 2 just as much. I have to say I’m not 100% happy with it, but I did my best :)

Feel free to send me some ideas for future stories :)

Tom knew he fucked up. He didn’t really know what he did, but he knew he did something wrong. He knew when you didn’t pick up the phone after you left so quickly from the cinema. He knew when November came and went without you reaching out to him to make plans to see another movie even though you knew he was home until after Christmas. He knew when he saw you with one of your friends, smoking. He wanted to talk to you then but you were quick to dodge him and tell him that you wanted to spend time with your friend. It used to be different. Usually, you would’ve happily talked to him even just for a few minutes.

He tried to reach out to you about a million times but all he got was one-worded answers and being put off.

So now he was standing on your doorstep. It was the middle of December and he knew that he should have come sooner but he thought that you needed space and he wanted to give you that. However, the more time went by the more you pulled away from him. He had tried to think about what he did wrong for you to push him away like that but he couldn’t for the life of him find a valid reason.

He was nervous and that was new for him. Ever since you two became friends, he never had a reason to be nervous. But now his hands were sweaty and he didn’t really know what to say. He didn’t even know if you were going to let him in. After taking a deep breath he rings your doorbell.

You weren’t expecting anyone so of course, you looked through the peephole first. You almost choked on your breath when you saw Tom standing in front of your door. You should have known that he would turn up sooner or later.

You were filled with guilt as you watched him. You had been avoiding him for weeks without an apparent reason, to him at least. You missed him. The last weeks had been a struggle. Yes, you had met up with some of your other friends, but none of them knew you the way Tom did and you just missed having him around. Harrison had texted you a couple of times telling you to sort out whatever it was that was keeping you from talking to Tom. You simply didn’t reply telling yourself it would be easier to shut him out, too. But of course it wasn’t, Harrison was your friend too and just like Tom, he was worried.

Standing on the other side of the door Tom had heard you walk towards it and was waiting for the familiar sound of you unlocking your door, but it never came.

“Y/N, I know you’re home. Please. Can we talk?” His voice was far from being strong and confident as it usually was and it broke your heart. You did that to him. With a sigh, you unlocked the door and opened it, but as soon as you did you scuffed back into the living room where you had spent the whole morning binge-watching your favourite show. As you wrapped the blanket back around your body you heard Tom close the door and take off his shoes. You kept staring at the screen with determination, like a child that was angry with her parents.

“Would you please say something?” Tom was almost begging you. He’d never seen you like this. Yes, you were shy and didn’t talk much when people were around that you didn’t know well, but around him you had always been open, when something was bothering you you had never held back, venting to Tom because you felt like he was the only one that would really listen. But now you were behaving like he had done something unforgivable.

“You’re the one who wanted to talk.” Was all you said and you knew that you were being unfair. And as you looked at Tom you could see the confusion in his eyes, he was starting to get angry, too, the crease between his brows was speaking for itself.

“Are you serious right now?” He took a step forward now standing right in front of you, blocking the tv from your view. You weren’t paying attention anyway “I’ve been trying to get a hold of you for the past six weeks and all you’ve done is put me off.” Running a hand through his hair he crouched down so that he was eye level with you. “I don’t know what I’ve done to make you upset. Please tell me so I can make it better.” His voice was softer now. ”Y/N, I miss you!” The last words fell from his lips in an exasperated whisper while he grabbed your hands that were laying in your lap. This was all it took for you to start crying. The only thing you could do was sit there and cry.

You looked so broken and Tom never had the urge to scoop you up into his arms as much as in this moment. So he pulled on your hands a bit, moving them around his neck before pulling you from the sofa onto his lap, his arms holding you tightly as you buried your face in his neck. Neither one of you cared that you were sitting on the floor. Tom was rocking you softly, holding you as tight as possible. Your hands grabbed the fabric of his jumper, scared to let him go. You missed him, too. When Tom was away filming you were talking to him every day on the phone or even FaceTime. This time it had been the first time since you met that you hadn’t talked for weeks.

One of his hands started stroking your hair and after a couple of minutes of him mumbling ‘I got you’s and ‘It’s gonna be okay’s your sobs got quieter and Tom loosened his arms around you a bit to make you look at him.

“D’you wanna talk about it?” He had a feeling you didn’t but he had to ask nonetheless. His hands kept rubbing circles on your back and for a moment you just kept looking at him. Now that he was right in front of you, you drank in every little detail. His brown eyes which were full of concern for you, the freckles on his nose, and his lips that formed a straight line. Before you could think it over, your hands moved from his shoulders to each side of his face, your thumb moving over his unruly eyebrow, the bridge of his nose and his cheekbone. Tom closed his eyes at your touch and let out a breath, it was almost like a sigh of relief.

Suddenly, you were very aware of how your legs were curled around his body, your chest pressed against his and how Tom was still moving his hands on your back in a soothing manner.

“Would you believe me when I tell you that I miss you, too? So much.” Your voice was barely above a whisper and almost broke with your words. You felt like you had messed everything up between the two of you. What happened to wanting him in your life even if it was as just a friend? You couldn’t bear the sight of him with someone else, that’s what happened.

“Honestly? I’m not sure what to think. You completely cut me off and I have no idea why. What did I do?” His hands stopped his movements and you were afraid that he was going to let go of you now but his hands moved to your hips instead. You had to close your eyes for a second. You could feel the warmth of his palms through your sweatpants and it made your heartbeat speed up.

“You did nothing wrong...”

“But why did you suddenly start ignoring me? Please, help me understand.” Now his thumbs were moving over the fabric of your shirt and it drove you crazy. You were torn between relishing in his touch and moving away from him. But you were enjoying it too much to let go.

“I can’t.” You shook your head. How were you supposed to make him understand without telling him that you’re in love with him? Tom noticed that you were getting worked up again and he knew that there was no use in pressuring you into telling him. All that mattered, for now, was that you were here in his arms. The past weeks have been a struggle without you and he wasn’t ready to go through that again.

“‘S okay. You don't have to tell me now, just... I don't want you to do that ever again okay?" You only nodded as an answer. You never wanted to do that to him again. But you couldn't really promise anything. Maybe you would get used to seeing him with someone else. Maybe, if you just waited long enough, your feelings for him would eventually go away and you'd be able to just be his best friend. But maybe it would just be like this for the rest of your life. You banned that thought from your brain as soon as it came up. Stop thinking like that, it won't make things any easier.

While you were internally battling yourself (something you’ve been doing a lot lately) Tom couldn’t stop looking at you. It’s as if he’s seeing you for the first time. With your tear-stained face and bloodshot eyes, now deep in thought lightly chewing on your lip, he could only think about how perfect you are. Of course, he’s loved you as a friend for a long time, but now he’s starting to realise that there’s more between the two of you. And as this realisation hits him, his breathing goes shallow. You were pressed up against him and all of a sudden his body felt like it was burning everywhere you touched him. In a good way though.

When one of his hands moved a strand of your hair behind your ear and, instead of returning it to your hip he rested it on the nape of your neck, you stopped thinking and your heart started racing. You had to concentrate to not start panting. Your faces were only centimetres apart and with a light tug of his hand, Tom’s lips were on yours.

At first, you didn’t know what was happening. His thumb was caressing your cheek while his other arm moved around your back pulling you even closer as if he was silently begging you to kiss him back. And you did. Your hands moved from the sides of his face into his hair and you moved your lips with his. You couldn’t believe that you were kissing Tom. You had imagined this about a million times, but somehow the reality was even better. You relished in his touch for a moment before you moved away a bit, the tip of your nose touching his.

“What’re you doin’?” You let out with a breath. With every whispered word your lips grazed his with a featherlight touch, that’s how close you were.

“‘M kissing you.” Tom’s voice was hoarse, he too was overwhelmed. That didn’t stop him from giving you another kiss though.

“But why?” You managed to get out when his lips left yours.

“‘Cause I want to.” He was looking at you intently now. He knew that you wanted it, too. You wouldn’t have kissed him back if you didn’t.

“But what about Cas?”

“Who?” All he could think about was how soft your lips were, and how sweet you tasted and just you. Tom moved his face away a bit so he could look at you properly, trying to decipher the look on your face.

“Cas. From the cinema. You introduced me to her as your friend.” Looking away from him you focused on a loose thread on his jumper, tugging lightly at it with your fingers.

“Is that what this is about?” He nudged you a bit so you would look at him, but you kept your eyes on the thread that you were curling around your pointer finger. This was enough of an answer for Tom. “Look at me, love.” He had called you ‘love’ about a hundred times, but never had it made you feel the way it did now. There was a warmth, and softness in his voice that you’ve never heard before.

Slowly, you lifted your gaze so you were looking at him. “Cas is nice and all, but... to be honest, something wasn’t quite right. And I didn’t know what it was...” Tom wasn’t going to lie to you and tell you that he was never interested in Cas. She was attractive, yes, and nice. She could hold a conversation easily and for a moment Tom had thought that she could be someone to start a relationship with. After going on a few dates he realised that something was missing and he hadn’t seen her in about a month. “But now I know...” He let out a small laugh, he couldn’t believe he had only realised this now, four years into your friendship. “You wanna know what the problem was?” He smiled at you softly and you nodded. His voice was barely above a whisper when he continued. “She’ll never be like you.” He let his eyes wander over your face for a moment. “Come to think of it... that might be why it never worked out with anyone. I think I’ve been comparing them to you without even realising it and they never lived up to you. I always thought that I would meet the right one eventually, but I already had.” He chuckled and nudged your nose with his. “It’s always been you.”

For a moment everything was quiet before you could hear the blood rushing through you. You’d been waiting for Tom to say these words for such a long time and now here you were, wrapped up in his arms while he told you that it’s always been you.

“Who would’ve thought you’d be so cheesy.” You whispered with a small smile, a blush creeping up your cheeks. You weren’t even sure if you had fallen asleep on the couch and this was all a dream.

“Only for you, love.” Tom pulled you closer again, his lips finding yours.

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rightsockjin · 5 years ago

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flight to Paris

Description: You and Namjoon get into a fight after you overheard something you weren't meant to hear and things head for the worst.

warnings:

ANGST! you have been warned

Normally we weren’t the type to fight, or argue, or raise our voices at each other, but today seemed to be different. I went to his studio after work as per usual, taking with me our dinner and a drink so that Namjoon didn’t have to worry about getting fed. Since their new album was coming out soon he had been extremely busy, most of his time was spent in his studio and the dorms, which I didn’t mind because it was his job and his passion, so I took it upon myself to make him more comfortable with whatever he was doing. I would make sure he drank water, made sure he was eating, that his back wouldn’t stay tense, that he was getting enough sleep and countless other things to care for him, because I knew he wouldn’t do it himself.

Finally, I get to the lobby of the building that houses his creativity and use a special badge he gave to me to be able to reach his studio. I take the elevator and scan my badge which takes me to the hallway where the guys and him make music. I knock gently and slowly start to open the door knowing that he probably wouldn’t hear me even if I did knock any louder. I heard his voice and what sounds like Yoongi and Hoseok, on the other side of the door. Their tone made it seem like they were talking about something important, so I stayed frozen behind the door which was ajar. Namjoon pov “I don’t know man, there is something about her, she beautiful, and confident, she’s funny and smart, but she’s been so clingy lately. I need to work, so I can finish this. She comes everyday and she’s always asking me if I’ve eaten or slept but it’s getting annoying, like yeah cool I get she’s trying to take care of me… but I know what I’m doing. Skipping a meal or two won’t hurt me. As long as I don’t make it a habit you know.” I say with an exasperated sigh “I know her heart is in the right place, but I need my space.” I look at the guys for confirmation, but they don’t seem to want to give me their opinion. Yoongi opens his mouth as is if to speak but closes it again rethinking what he was about to say. “I get what you mean, but I think you’re taking it a bit far man, like yeah she’s gonna be like that because she cares. Don’t take advantage of that. It probably feels so great to be taken care of. I wish I had someone to care for me like she does for you.” He looks at me his eyebrows are furrowed, and he seems like he’s slightly upset. He was right she cared, and I loved that about her, and I was just being a jerk and I wasn’t appreciating her. “Damn-” the door to my studio slams shut. Confused, I walk to see who was outside. I open the door and to find the hallway empty. I walk back to my chair and finish my thought. “You’re right Yoongi, I’m just being an ass.” y/n pov Annoying. He thought I was… annoying? I didn’t know that loving him and caring for him was “annoying”. I stay by the door my thoughts drown out everything. Their words sound muddled. Tears well up in my eyes. This was one of my biggest insecurities. Ever since I was little people would say I was “annoying” so as I grew up, I tried to keep quiet and out of people's way. Trying my best to not be obnoxious, but no matter what I did I was always that girl. Always. I reground myself and notice I’m still standing by the open door. ‘I’ll give him what he wants then, ill give him his space.’ I thought. I slam the door and run back to the elevator. I step in quickly and repeatedly hit the close door button, through the slit between the elevator doors I see him walk out of the room and look around. The doors close before he’s able to notice me. I breathe deeply to try and undo the knot in my throat. I quickly shuffle out of the lobby and rush to my car. There I can finally let my emotions out, I let myself cry. Sobs fill my car, nobody notices, but then again nobody ever does. Namjoon pov Its been a few hours since the chat I had with the guys and I’m sitting alone in my studio. I feel off like something was missing, then I check the time 8:07 pm It was late I was starting to get worried. She hadn’t come to visit me, my stomach growled, and I looked at my phone. Sent: 4:31 Princess: Hey Love I just got out of work I'll be on my way soon I am going to pick up some food for both of us. Love you see you in a bit. ‘Shit. Was she the one who slammed the door? I should call her?’ I click her icon and press the call button; it rings twice, and I get sent to voicemail. “Hey, princess why didn’t you come by the studio today? I missed you, honestly, I’m a little anxious I just want to know that you’re okay. Uh… I love you… so much… please know that. Please call me back.” Worried I stare at my phone for a while hoping to get some reply from her. I tap my pen against the table and wait. I wait, and I wait, and I wait for what feels like forever. Yet, my phone doesn’t ring. Quickly I save my progress and pack my things. I walk out of my studio and rush back to our apartment. I run about twenty minutes until I reached our quaint flat. I get to the lobby and jam my finger into the up button for the elevator. I wait a few seconds for the door to open, but in my anxious state, I decide to take the stairs. Finally, I make it to our door and take the keys out of my bag, adrenaline was coursing through my veins which caused my hands to shake. I unlock the door, and I notice the apartment feels much cooler than normal, all the lights are off, and the house was eerily quiet. Did something happen to her? Did she get hurt on the way to meet me? Oh my God, she’s hurt. I look at my phone and check for her location, thank God we decided to get the locations tracking app. My mind tracks back to that day. That day had been terrible, everything was going wrong. It had rained and I forgot my umbrella, then the lights in the studio had gone out and my work hadn’t been saved so I lost all my progress, then I lost my card in my lightless studio, my phone was on the verge of death, and to top it all of my home the car I decided to take had broken down. It was 2 in the morning when I finally got home. I had decided to walk all the way back after the incident with the car. Finally, when I got to the apartment, I hear her sobbing in our room. I rush to her, ignoring my sore limbs and kneel next to her side of the bed. she had just moved to Korea and was stress about the change of setting. Her phone was in front of her, she was on a facetime call with her younger sister. She was wearing my favorite yellow sweater. “Hey, what’s wrong?” she refused to look at me and I took her phone and talked to her sister. She explained that she was stressed and that she was just feeling useless amongst other self-deprecating things. I calm her down and I get her to talk to me. “Honestly, I thought you left, I didn’t think you were coming back, or that something had happened to you. I was scared that you got hurt.” She lets out a few other concerns from her quivering pout and my heart broke. “First and foremost, I would never leave you. Ever. You mean the world to me, and there is noting that can make me think otherwise. And two, the car I took home had broken down, so I walked the rest of the way home and my phone was about to die so I decided to not use it, in case I absolutely needed it. I should have told you anyway, I’m sorry gorgeous.” I wipe a stray tear from her cheek. “Okay well I don’t want to sound super controlling or anything but when I was younger my parents had this app that would track my location in case something happened to me and my sister. I think it’s a good idea to maybe get it in case something like this happens again. Yeah?” I smiled at her worry and agreed to get the app… I check her location on my phone and notice that she isn’t too far away from our loft, so all an uber and head down again, this time taking the elevator. I stand outside the lobby and find my ride. It’s about a ten-minute ride. I recognize the building as we used to come here often. Her sister was living in some dorms while she studied with an exchange program at the university. She must have come here. I pay the driver and walk to the building. I go to the elevator and click the floor number and anxiously ascend to her dorm. Y/N pov I walk up to apartment 512 and use my key to get in, even though I had been here often it still seemed very foreign. I had texted my sister after I calmed down in my car, she told me she was free all day and that wed have a girls’ day so we could talk. I had briefly explained what had happened and what I had heard. I walk into her small apartment and throw myself onto her couch with an exasperated sigh. She walked out of her restroom with some fuzzy socks, a headband, and a matching robe, I smiled at her she responded with an apathetic smile. “you wanna talk about it or do you want me to distract you?” she hands me the fuzzy clothing. She’s not usually the type to be sympathetic, but she had a soft spot for me. I didn’t answer, but she knew what that meant. “Okay, so I got us face mask, ice cream, and other American snack you probably miss.” She quickly skips to the kitchen and walks back out excitedly holding something behind her back. I raise an eyebrow at her she smiles and pulls out a large Dr. Pepper. I smile at her and take the large bottle. We settle in and watch Friends on Netflix. Time goes by quickly and we decide to order some food. It's around seven when we finally began to talk, I had told her that I had overheard that Namjoon was getting annoyed of me, that he thought I was clingy and that he said he needed space. “He said he needed space? Hmm wow, what an ass but okay.” I vented to her for a bit even though I had talked to her about this insecurity before she was attentive. “How about you give him space? I have a week off school, all my professors are going to some convention… how about we go to Paris?” I looked up at her in disbelief. I had always wanted to go but I had never had the opportunity due to my, and Namjoon’s, busy schedule Paris had seemed like just a dream. “How are you gonna pay? Do you have enough to get a ticket and hotel fair?” She gave me a smug smile “I have my ways” she answered “don’t ask questions” she added quickly after. Her small feet patted at the wooden floor as she ran to her room to get her computer. She came back setting the laptop in front of us, she looked for tickets from Seoul to Paris, we decided on one and started to input our information. We were giddy and excited talking about all we could do together amongst other things when there was a knock at my door. “Yay! I think that’s the food.” Excitedly she runs to the door to grab our food. I was too engrossed in our planning to pay it any mind. Namjoon pov As I walked into their hall, I saw a guy stand outside of their door, I noticed his hands were full of food and paid him and took the food from him. I knocked on the door, anxiously I waited for it to open. I hear a high-pitched noise come from the other side and smile hoping it was my girl. I was slightly disappointed when her sister opened the door, she seemed bothered at the sight of me. She pushed me away from the door gently and closed the door behind her. “What did you do?” she whisper yelled at me “ she called me crying, what the hell did you say? You of all people know that being called annoying is one of her biggest insecurities, even if you didn’t think she would hear you, you shouldn’t have said that. She loves you so damn much…way too much for you to say shit like that.” I looked down at the ground, I was embarrassed at my behavior. I really was being an ass. “She doesn’t need another man-baby in her life if you can’t see that…” I interrupt her. “I love her, I realized that a while back, and I’ve been meaning to tell her, I want to spend the rest of my life with her. I don’t want her to think that I don’t appreciate her, or that I don’t love her, because I truly believe she’s my soulmate.” She looked at me with wide eyes, a small smile graced her lips. “Fine… go talk to her,” she said with a roll of her eyes. We walk into the apartment I kept my head down, and my steps light. “Someone is looking for you” her sister takes the food from my hand and took it to the kitchen. I saw her look at me then back at her computer she clicked a few buttons and returned to me. “What are you doing here?” her voice was like ice, it came to me like daggers, her words were harshly articulated, her normally smooth intonation was gone. She stood and walked towards me. I reciprocated her actions and took a step towards her but she took a step back. She looked like she was afraid of me, what had I done? The blood in my body drained to my feet, my heart ached. It suddenly felt like there was an invisible wall between us and no matter how hard I tried to break it, it stayed and persisted. “I thought you needed space? That’s what you told Hoseok and Yoongi. That I was getting too clingy,” she said nonchalantly, “I’ll stop doing that, don’t worry.” Her voice steadily grew in volume, she had never yelled at me. She was always soft-spoken and preferred to talk to defuse a situation. For her to raise her voice at me, I must have really hurt her. I knew that denying what I said would just make it worse. “Oh… so you heard that-“ she cut off my sentence with a loud sigh I decided it was better for me not to say anymore before I knew she calmed down. She took a deep breath so I continued. “I regret saying that, Yoongi pointed out that I was lucky enough to have a girl who really cared about me, and cared for me… because of all the stress… the new album brought… I didn’t even pay attention to all you’ve been doing for me… f-for us…” my voice came out weak and pathetic, I tried to swallow the knot that was logged in my throat but to no avail, the pain it caused lingered “I… can’t thank you enough… for all you do for me, and for us. You mean the universe to me. You are my universe, p..please” I fell on to my knees into a deep bow “forgive me, please.” My words stumble out of my mouth, my breathing was shaky, and you could hear it as I spoke, for once my voice betrayed me, cracking in unusual places making me seem even more pathetic than I was already feeling. I couldn’t bear to look at her, I wasn’t good enough to look at her. This was worse than any pain or worry that was caused by my job. She was my life, and I might have just messed it up. I could feel the tension building as if I was watching a movie and this was the part where the audience rooted for the girl to dump the guy. I was usually among those people but now that I am on the other side, I understand the difficulties. “I’m almost done with the album, all the time after that will be dedicated to you. I’ll reflect on what I did, and… and learn to appreciate you… because…because you’re not expandable” my voice calmed a bit. I hear her shuffle down to the ground, she kneeled next to me and grabbed my chin with her perfect delicate hands. She, even in my state of duress, still brought me immense comfort. She raised my head to look at her. Even with black circles under eyes, and with her unruly blond curls, she was the most beautiful thing I had ever seen, I looked at her eyes, the honey color now seemed dark and cold, pain lied behind her pupils, and I was the cause of that. A single tear streaked down her face and I saw more tears building in her doe eyes. I could see myself reflected in the pools, but I was disgusted. Was I really so ungrateful that I was willing to sacrifice the single best thing in my life? “I think…” her voice was quiet, she spoke to me, in the same manner, one would speak to a crying child, “I think I need a little bit of time, for… for myself. What you said really hurt, and I need a bit of time to think things through. Just because you’re stressed doesn’t mean you can take that out on me. I just got some tickets for us to go to Paris for a few days.” She pointed at her sister and herself. “ I need some time to breathe and when I get back we can talk, okay?” her beautiful full pout was downturned, oh how I missed her smile. It always warmed me up after a long day and now I only felt cold. “I’m not mad… I’m not mad at you, but right now…” she breathed “know that I love you, and that hasn’t changed, but I don’t like you right now, you really hurt me. You may not have meant for me to hear that, or even meant what you said but…I can’t right now.” Pain ran through my body, I fucked everything up, my whole world was crashing down, I sobbed into my palms and broken apologies escaped my mouth I broke down in front of her. My body seemed to revolt with the pain of what she was saying. It felt like I was running a fever and no medicine could stop it. No, while she was away from me. Her sister walked back into the room she handed us both a bottle of water and some toilet paper to clean ourselves up. I shakily took what she handed me but couldn’t make myself take a sip of the water. I only clutched the bottle to my chest as I struggled to stop embarrassing myself further. “I uh… called Yoongi to pick you up Joon, we’ll be here if anything happens.” She said awkwardly then left to her room. There was a knock at the door, as the love of my life walked to it and let Yoongi come in. He pulled me from the floor with a heavy sigh, wrapping an arm around me for support. He walked me to the door and closed it behind us. “It's all going to work out” he reassured patting my head affectionately which made me think that maybe it wouldn’t be okay. It was very out of character for him and this was a rare side to him. At that moment, I knew that however long it took, I would wait for my princess.

y/n pov

“Uh, hey… someone is looking for you.” She walks back into the room and behind her stood Namjoon, he was caring what seemed like our food. I looked at him then back at the computer I clicked the check out button and quickly paid for the tickets. “What are you doing here.” All my pent-up anger had finally come out of me. He said he wanted space so why was he here? Did he come to rub it in my face, and lie to me? Had he been lying to me this whole time? Did he even like me? He walked towards me and I took a step back. “ I thought you wanted space? That what you told Hoseok and Yoongi. That I was getting too clingy. I'll stop doing that don’t worry.” My voice was in a steady crescendo, my initially calm tone had grown into a more aggressive, and assertive one. “ Oh… so you heard that?” he looked down at his feet and scratched the back of his neck. My heart sank, he didn’t even deny it. I look around to see my sister she gave me a steady nod and raised her arms as if to tell me to breathe. I did as she told me and took a deep breath. “I regret saying that, yoongi pointed out that I was lucky enough to have a girl who really cared about me, and cared for me because of all the stress the new album was causing I wasn’t even paying attention to all the effort you put into us and…” his voice wavered and he swallowed the knot in his throat “I can't thank you enough for all you do for me, and for us. You mean the universe to me. You are my universe, p…please” he fell onto his knees “forgive me, please.” He says, his usually smooth voice was given a slight vibrato, it cracked and his breathing became labored. I looked down at him, his crestfallen demeanor hurt me. I hated seeing him in any type of pain, and this opened my eyes. “I’m… I’m almost done with the album, all the time after that will be dedicated to you. I'll reflect on what I did and learn to appreciate you because you aren’t expandable.” His voice seemed a bit calmer, and he looked up to me, his eyes were swollen, and his nose was red. I knelt down to his level and grabbed his chin. “I think…” my voice cracked, “I think I need a little bit of time… for myself. What you said really hurt, and I need a bit to get over it. Just because you’re stressed doesn’t mean you can take that out on me. I just got some tickets for us to go to Paris for a few days.” I pointed at my sister and me “ I need some time to breathe and when I get back we can talk, okay?” I sent him a frown “I’m not mad… I’m not mad at you, but right now…” I paused “know that I love you, but I don’t like you right now, you really hurt me. You may not have meant for me to hear that, or even meant what you said but…I can’t right now.” He apologized between broken sobs. My sister came into the room with some water for us, and a roll of toilet paper for our runny noses. “I uh… called Yoongi to pick you up Joon, well be here if anything happens.” She said awkwardly then left to her room. There was a knock at the door, I walked to it and let Yoongi come in. he took Namjoon from the floor and walked out the door. After I heard the door close I feel once again to my knees.

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in which someone understands. | tw for mentions of violence and abuse

Maia's not used to seeing her out alone. She looks around for Jace or Luke or Simon or Izzy, even Magnus. But no - it's just Clary, hunched over an empty glass in the corner of the bar, staring off into space.

Maia walks over to her as casually as she can, trying to mask the fact that she's been staring. "Hey," she says cheerfully; Clary's head snaps up. "Need a refill?" Maia holds up her bottle of bourbon. Clary nods.

"The last guy gave me a virgin drink," Clary says with a smile. But it's a hollow smile, her mind clearly elsewhere. And it's hard to miss the bags under her eyes that concealer can't quite hide. She looks exhausted .

"That is because you're eighteen," Maia says as she fills a new glass up. "But I'll cut you some slack since you look like you need it." She places the drink in front of Clary. Clary mumbles a thanks and wraps her fingers around the glass, but doesn't drink. Maia frowns. "You okay?"

Clary looks up at her, for just a moment, and then back down again. But it's enough - enough for Maia to see a deep vulnerability in her eyes she hasn't seen there before.

But then it's gone and Clary smiles and says, "yeah. Thanks."

Clary is the type of person to wear her emotions on her sleeves, so Maia doesn't understand why she's trying so hard to hide them. It could be because they're not close. Then again, she clearly needs someone to vent to, and though Maia hates conforming to bartender stereotypes, she can’t deny that…well, she’s worried.

"You sure?" Maia asks, deciding that if Clary plays it off again, she's not going to push anymore. She can only do so much for people she barely hangs out with.

Clary opens her mouth, then closes it and swallows. "A lot has been happening."

Maia nods. She waits for Clary to go on.

Clary shakes her head and forces another smile, changing the subject. "You seen Luke around?"

Okay. So she doesn't wanna talk.

That shouldn't bother Maia half as much as it does.

"He's on a date," Maia says. "With your boyfriend's mom, actually."

Clary's wince is barely noticeable, and gone as fast as it came, but Maia catches it. She hadn't meant for the comment to actually upset Clary. It was supposed to get an eye roll in response, maybe a chuckle, if Maia was lucky. Not... this .

Maia puts down the bottle she's holding and leans closer to Clary across the counter. "Is Jace okay?" she asks. She hopes Jace's well-being is the only reason Clary reacted like that at his mention, because the alternative is so much worse.

The alternative might make Maia kill someone tonight.

"Yeah," Clary says in a small voice. "He...I don't know if Luke told you, but-"

"He was possessed by the Queen of Edom," Maia finishes for her. "Yeah, Simon told me."

Clary nods. "He's fine now. Unpossessed and everything, thanks to Magnus. He needs time to recover, though. He didn't take any time right after it happened."

"He'll be fine," Maia says reassuringly. "He has a supportive family-" she raises an eyebrow at Clary. "-a great girlfriend...and he's strong. He's got this."

Clary nods and thanks her again, but doesn't look much better. She lifts her glass and downs the whole thing in one go.

"Whoa!" Maia reaches out in time to take the empty glass from her. "Christ, okay, here," she fills a different cup with water and forces it into Clary's hands. "If I let you get drunk alone at a bar, your dad's gonna kill me."

Clary obediently drinks half the content of the glass and makes a face. "You look tired," she says abruptly with newfound bravado. Maia rolls her eyes.

"The Downworld has had things going on, too," she says simply. "And I'm not getting you another drink, lest you start saying everything that's on your mind."

That gets a genuine smile out of Clary. "I do that sober."

"True." Maia smirks. "But, hey, I've got Simon to talk to. Where are your Shadowhunter groupies?"

"At work," Clary says matter-of-factly. "Or, in Alec's case, at Magnus' place. So, you know, everything is normal."

"Except you're drinking alone."

Clary shrugs. "Needed to clear my head, I guess." She hesitates. "Hey, um...are you staying over at Simon's tonight?"

"No, why?"

"Well..." she shakes her head, as if ashamed of the idea. "I was gonna ask him to sleep over at his place. If that's okay with you, I mean."

“You have my blessing," Maia chuckles. She wishes Clary knew that just because they've both dated him, it doesn't mean Maia's going to be weird about her and Simon spending time together. She trusts Simon. She’s not going to prevent him from spending time with his best friend.

Clary breathes a sigh of relief and takes out her phone to type a text to Simon while Maia mixes a drink for another customer. When she returns to Clary, the other girl looks a little less anxious, but just as tired.

“You want something to eat?” Maia asks. Clary considers for a moment, then orders a plate of chips and retreats to a table in the back. That in itself would be fine, except two hours later, she’s still there.

“I can’t believe you still haven’t finished these,” Maia comments, sitting across from Clary and startling her. Her shift is over and Clary isn’t even halfway through the chips she’s bought. They’re very good chips. It’s ridiculous. “What’s going on with you?”

“Simon’s gonna be out late,” Clary says. “I’m just killing time.”

“Uh-huh,” Maia grabs a handful of chips and chews thoughtfully, studying Clary. “Any particular reason you don’t wanna go back to the Institute?”

Clary tenses, but forces a smile and shakes her head.

Maia hesitates. “Do you want me to call someone? Maybe Luke?” She asks; Clary shakes her head again. “How about Jace?”

Again, Clary’s reaction is worrying, to say the least: her shoulders hunch automatically and her bottom lip begins to quiver. She struggles to hide it, but the exhaustion must be catching up with her. Maia stands up.

“I have a key to Simon’s place,” she says quickly. “Come on, I’ll walk you.”

Clary nods wordlessly and follows her out of the Hunter’s Moon. Neither of them says anything as they walk down the busy streets towards Simon’s new apartment.

After about two blocks, Clary breaks down.

The sobs seem entirely involuntary and utterly draining. She collapses against the nearest wall. Her hands come up shakily to cover her face. Her phone drops to the ground at her feet, the edge of its casing chipping on the concrete. Maia can only stand there in stunned silence and watch as Clary curls in on herself on the dirty street corner and cries.

“Fuck,” Maia breathes, and crouches down in front of Clary. “Clary, are you…” She trails off, realizing are you okay? is a rather stupid question. “Hey, what is it? Are you hurt?”

Clary shakes her head. “I’m sorry,” she sobs. “I- I can’t-”

She starts to fumble around clumsily for the phone she’s dropped. Maia picks it up to hand it to her - it’s still vibrating. She glances at the caller ID.

“It’s…Jace,” Maia says. “Do you want me to…?”

Clary swallows thickly. It doesn’t take a genius to connect the dots and realize golden boy’s call is what triggered such an intense reaction in her. Maia rejects the call and helps Clary off the ground.

“I’m sorry,” Clary says again.

“Clary, did he hurt you?” Maia asks abruptly. Her voice is low and quiet and sure - she already knows the answer.

Clary begins to shake her head, but stops. " He didn't," she says shakily. "But...when I ent to confront him after I found out he was the Owl- I shouldn't have gone after him. It was stupid. I was just so shocked and scared and-" she cuts herself off with another involuntary sob.

Maia is suddenly overcome with the need to protect her. Whether it's because Clary's young or her friend or just another girl who didn't deserve the horrible things that have happened to her, she doesn't know, but it doesn't stop her wanting to skin the person who's hurt her alive.

Clary clears throat and goes on, "I fought the Owl and he won. And I tried to reach out to him, to get him to break free from Lilith's control. I- I told him I loved him...and he threw me off an eight-story building and shattered my spine."

She's not crying anymore. Not really. Her eyes are red and puffy and her jaw is still quivering, but instead of tears, there is a cold, resigned look in her eyes.

And Maia feels like throwing up.

"Are you-" she tries to speak - but there are really no words for this situation. "God, Clary, that's...are you okay? I mean, how-"

"Magnus," Clary says, and for some reason there is an edge of guilt to her tone. "And Simon, and Iratze , and some Shadowhunter medics. But mostly Magnus. Because all he does is walk around solving problems that I caused."

Maia swallows. "Clary, some guy breaking your spine isn't your fault."

"But everything else was."

Maia doesn't ask her to elaborate. Whatever it is, it doesn't feel like a conversation to be had tonight.

Instead, she changes the subject back. "You can't look at Jace the same way, can you?"

"No," Clary admits, her voice cracking. She leans back against the wall, the bone-deep tiredness she feels evident in her eyes. "No, and it's not fair because this wasn't his fault! But I can't- I don't want him to touch me. I don't want him to kiss me or say my name or tell me he's sorry or that he loves me. I can't stop thinking about how stupid I felt when I told him I loved him and he just laughed. I can't stop thinking about how much it hurt , how I couldn't move ... I just...I want things to go back to the way they were." Fresh tears fill her eyes and she shakes her head, trying to will them away.

Maia doesn't say anything for a long time. She doesn't know what Clary's feeling. She was never in that situation. And she's certainly never broken her back. But while it's a vastly different situation, she knows a thing or two about being left for dead by people who are supposed to love you.

"I know," she says quietly.

Clary looks at her, fresh horror on her face. "You do?"

"Yeah," Maia purses her lips. "My abusive ex is back in town. And I won't let him leave." Clary blinks and tilts her head like a confused puppy. Maia can't help but savour the affectionate thought as she continues to explain: "He was sent by this organization to help Simon with the Mark on his head and I won't let him leave until Simon's safe."

"He's a Downworlder?" Clary asks.

Maia nods. She doesn't want to go into detail. "Point is, sometimes people you're supposed to trust will hurt you. And it doesn't matter whether they meant to or not. Whatever you're feeling - anger or pain or whatever else - you're allowed to feel it."

Clary looks at her for a moment, letting the words sink in. Then she steps forward and hugs her.

Maia is stunned for a second, not having expected it, but it's not a bad feeling, being wrapped up in Clary Fairchild's arms (no - she's Clary Fray right now, no big intimidating Shadowhunter name attached to her, no legacy. Just a scared and angry teenage girl searching for any comfort she can find in a life that offers none.) She's small but muscular under her skin, her body running hot from all the crying as she presses her face into the crook of Maia's neck, wetting it with tears. Maia returns the hug, and feels instantly calmer and warmer, and they stand like that for a long time, reminding themselves and each other that they're not alone.

They're not alone.

#c: clary #c: maia #r: claia #canon divergence #angst #hurt/comfort #friendship

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laurens-lil-fics · 6 years ago

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Hallucinate - Matt Murdock x Powered! Reader Part 4

Series Summary: When members of a criminal organization start flooding precincts all over New York, turning themselves in, Daredevil must investigate to see what new player has them running for the hills.

Chapter Summary: A couple days of radio silence makes Matt worry his new partner may do something rash. His solution? A sushi dinner downtown. But an uninvited guest could turn the whole night around.

Word Count: 2597

Warnings: Major angst, cursing, kidnapping

Author’s note: I thought this chapter would be hella short but it is, in fact, hella long. Dont worry, yall will get some answers soon.

The third time was, in fact, not the charm. Neither was the fifth, or the seventh.

By the eighth call, (Y/n) finally answered, mumbling a simple command to leave her alone before hanging up.

Matt sighed deeply, repressing the urge to throw the burner phone out the window and start scouring the city for her heart beat.

It had been two days since the incident at the docks. She had refused to let him try to get her to ‘her place,’ insisting she didn’t trust him with that information.

When he tried convincing her to let him treat her wound she only pushed him away, eventually using what little energy she had left to fly off and leave him in the shipping container where they had taken refuge.

Both Daredevil and Matt Murdock hadn’t heard from (Y/n), which understandably put him on edge.

Karen insisted it was because he had taken the charade too far and let himself get close to her.

He insisted it was because someone powerful enough to rip a yacht in half was on the loose in Hell’s Kitchen, unsupervised and seething.

She had the addresses of the warehouses Mr. Mackie tipped Matt off to, she could have easily gone on her own to find Blum and kill him. Shit, he was probably dead already.

Groaning to himself, Matt ran his fingers over the case file he was supposed to be reading for a fourth time. He was too distracted to focus on anything that didn’t have to do with (Y/n) or Blum or anyone else involved with the two of them.

By the time he had forced himself to finish the case file, it was already noon.

He reached for his personal phone this time, deciding a call from Matt Murdock was the better approach. On the third ring she answered.

“Hello...?” Her voice was raspy, worn, like she had been crying or screaming, maybe a mixture of both.

“Hey stranger...” he smiled to himself, hearing her chuckle over the line, “haven’t heard from you in a while... everything okay?”

He could’ve sworn he heard her mumble something about him being mindreader before she responded. “Yeah... I’ve just had a lot on my mind and I haven’t felt like talking to anyone...”

“Well if it’ll help, I’m free tonight... Maybe venting about it will help you feel better?” He offered, his fingers tapping anxiously against his desk as he awaited her response.

“I dunno...” she sighed, “It’s a lot... and I don’t wanna bore you with the details. I’m not one to dump my problems onto other people.”

That would explain her reluctance to work with him.

“It’s not ‘dumping your problems’ if I’m offering to let you vent to me... plus as a lawyer, any and all ability to get bored was beaten out of me at law school.”

(Y/n) chuckled again, then the line went quiet. Matt didn’t break the silence, hoping she was taking that time to consider his offer.

“Where did you wanna meet...?”

Matt smiled softly, leaning back into his chair. “Theres this sushi place downtown, it’s small but the foods good... you eat sushi?”

“When it’s in my budget, yeah.” she responded.

Matt assured her he would cover it, though it took some convincing on her part to allow it. Once he gave her the address, he hung up. Now he just had to come up with a line of questioning that would be the most inconspicuous.

Matt arrived just a couple minutes before (Y/n), worried if he showed up late even by a minute it would rub her the wrong way.

Why was he so worried? He told himself she’d open up to him more if she was in a good mood; that she’d be less likely to kill someone if he put her in a good head space.

From his moist palms he knew he was lying to himself.

He heard her walking up the block towards the restaurant, but still acted surprised when she lightly bumped him before telling him hello.

He could hear the fabric of a skirt brushing over her knees, the light click of her kitten heels, and he could smell just a hint of sweet perfume lingering on her skin.

“It’s a little more casual than I expected...” she trailed off, leaning a bit more into Matt as they entered the restaurant.

“I’m sure you look beautiful... no one’s really going to mind if you come in a bit overdressed.” he assured her. He realized he had called her beautiful once he felt the heat rise to her cheeks. Matt Murdock sucked at playing it cool.

The two sat down in the corner of the restaurant, neither really knowing how to start the conversation once they had ordered their drinks.

“Okay... then I’ll start...” Matt cleared his throat, leaning in closer to her, “I haven’t known you very long... but you’re very sweet... I enjoy spending time with you. I just want to do what I can to make sure you’re alright... and I can’t do that if I don’t know what’s going on with you...”

The waitress interrupted them, bringing them their drinks and jotting down their orders, (Y/n)’s heart hammering in her chest the whole time.

Once she had left, (Y/n) sighed softly began fiddling with the wrapper from her straw.

“You know how I told you I went to school for photo journalism?” the nod from Matt prompted her to continue. “I never graduated... When I was working on my degree one of my professors told me I’d have to go out and take pictures for a big story if I wanted a real job... so I did...”

Matt cocked an eyebrow at this, “And what did you find?” he pressed.

“Nothing good...” She mumbled, glancing around the room, “I found out this company that had branched into the city my college was in... it was doing a lot of really shady stuff... But once they found out what I had they made my life hell.”

She stopped there, why she refused to say more, Matt didn’t know.

“And that made it harder for you to attend classes?”

(Y/n) hummed in agreement, her voice wavering for a moment.

“Part of me knows I did the right think trying to find the truth... but I also know if I hadn’t seen what I did my life would be so much easier... I wanna go back to school, I wanna finish my degree, but no one will hire me without it and I can’t pay for school without money... I ruined my own life...”

“That’s not true... Hey, it’s not true.” He reached forward, searching for her hand for a moment before gently holding it in his.

“You did what you thought was right... you didn’t make that company do whatever it is they did, you didn’t force their hands. You only tried to expose it so people wouldn’t get hurt.”

(Y/n) was silent, save for a couple soft sniffles here and there. Matt could tell she was trying to fight back tears, had he known this was under the hard exterior he had seen during his nights with her as Daredevil, he would have opted to talk with her somewhere more private.

“You’re a lawyer... What do you do when the bad people don’t get what they deserve...? What do you do when you know they’ve hurt people, that they deserve to be punished, but they just... they’re not?”

Matt would be a hypocrite to tell her it was best to turn the other cheek. Shit, he spent his nights in a devil costume beating up people who got away with whatever crimes they had committed. People who the justice system just couldn’t stop.

But he also couldn’t tell her to keep fighting them, that could set something off inside her head, something that would give her that good old Frank Castle mentality.

“I may not look it, but I’m a praying man... sometimes you just have to pray that someone else will step in and give those people what they deserve.” That was a happy middle, right...?

(Y/n) slowly pulled her hand away, the sound of her wiping at her eyes not lost on him. “Sometimes prayers aren’t enough...”

Matt shrugged his shoulders, a soft sigh escaping his parted lips. “You’re right... but it’s still important to have hope... otherwise what they did to you will eat you up for the rest of your life and you’ll never move on.”

She seemed to be pondering what he said, all while refusing to look at him. All that pain, all that anger, Matt knew as well as anyone it wouldn’t go away in one night. But maybe this was a step in the right direction.

This time, she reached over, taking hold of his and giving it a gentle squeeze. She murmured a small thank you, to which Matt returned the intimate gesture and brushed his thumb over her knuckles.

The two frantically adjusted themselves once their food arrived, Matt was a bit ashamed that he had lost him composure the way he did.

The conversation became more lighthearted as the meal progressed, a great weight having been lifted off the two of them once they finally addressed the elephant in the room, or at least the elephant that only Matt seemed to be aware about.

This whole time Matt had been trying to figure out why (Y/n) had been after this Blum character, trying to find a way to ease her out of feeling like she had to kill him. Now he had a vague sense of what had happened, and was comfortable knowing his words had some sort of impact on her.

“So you really took Greek to impress a girl...? Guys really do that?”

Matt laughed and scratched at the back of his head, feeling bashful at the mention of Elektra and the lengths he had gone to so he could win her over.

“Yes, guys do that, Ms. (L/n). You’d be surprised just how many guys do, I bet you dated a guy back in the day who did the same thing.”

(Y/n) snorted at his assumption and washed down her last bite of fish with a gulp of her water. “God, now that you mention it I actually-”

“(L/n)? (Y/n) (L/n)?”

A voice from across the room caught their attention, and curiously sent (Y/n)’s heart beat skyrocketing. Matt didn’t have a good feeling about this.

“Little (Y/n)!” The person exclaimed with glee. He approached (Y/n), something Matt imagined would have had her up and shoving this stranger away. Instead she sat there, petrified.

“Never expected to see you in New York, why didn’t you give your old uncle a call?”

(Y/n) remained silent as this man put his hands on her, giving her an awkward side hug before glancing Matt’s way.

“Is this your new boyfriend?”

“No, he’s not-”

“I’m Marcus, Marcus Blum, (Y/n)’s uncle.” The man introduced himself. Matt felt his blood run cold.

“Matthew Murdock.” His response was curt and to the point. He knew he should have put on a facade, pretended to not sense (Y/n)’s discomfort and played the role of the oblivious date.

But right now (Y/n) was a time bomb, and Matt would do anything to avoid lighting that fuse.

“Mr. Murdock, would you mind if I borrowed my niece for a moment? We need to catch up on family matters.”

Before Matt could even respond, Blum had his hold on (Y/n) and was leading her towards an empty corner of the restaurant.

The worst part was, she willingly stood from her chair, staring at Matt the whole way there like a fish out of water, pulled from the ocean.

“Don’t try anything,” Blum began, all traces of his cheery tone thrown to the wind, “one wrong move and you’ll be pumped full of lead in seconds.”

That meant there were people in the restaurant who worked for him, who had been watching them, probably listening in. They must had been very efficient, Matt hadn’t heard anything suspicious since their arrival.

“They’d never pull the triggers fast enough... not fast enough to save you, at least...” She murmured, pulling her arm from his grasp.

“I thought we’d agree you’d never come back to New York, (Y/n)... That your snooping days were over.”

“I don’t know what your talking about-”

“Don’t play dumb with me!” he snapped, checking his tone once the few people in the restaurant who weren’t on his payroll looked in their direction. “Who else could rip a yacht in half like that...? Who else would send my people scrambling into jail cells?”

“Maybe you pissed off the wrong person... and they’ve come for revenge... Maybe all the people I found years ago have returned as spirits... come to settle their scores.” She grumbled. Though her voice was level and her chest puffed, her heart beat was drowning everything out for Matt.

Blum leaned in close, whispering in her ear. “If you have any sense... you’ll leave New York tonight. Otherwise your boyfriend is going to learn first hand about everything you’ve lied to him about.”

(Y/n) states silent, her strong stature faltering as she looked away from him and towards Matt.

“I’m glad we could have this talk...”

With that, Blum brushed past her and sat at the table he had been occupying. It suddenly felt like all eyes in the restaurant were on Matt and (Y/n) once she returned to their table.

To (Y/n)’s insistence, they payed the bill and hastily left the restaurant.

Roughly 30 minutes after (Y/n) left Matt at his apartment, having said their goodbyes, he received a call from her on the burner phone. The second he answered, she was rambling a mile a minute in his ear.

“If we’re going to make a move it has to be tonight, can you meet me at the warehouse on the east side?”

Her voice had lost its steely edge, it was clear she had cried during the walk to wherever she was staying since she wasn’t bothering to mask her voice at this point.

“Slow down, we need to make a proper plan of attack before we go in there-”

“There’s no time for a plan!” she interrupted, “They’re threatening innocent people, people who know me! We need to find Blum and take him out before it’s too late!”

Matt could hear keys rustling in the background, as if she was struggling with a door before bursting into her room.

“(Y/n), let’s just think about this. If we slow down we have a better chance of catching Blum.” Matt, who was preoccupied with going to his closet for his suit, hadn’t even noticed his slip up.

The line was dead silent for a moment, Matt almost called out to her, nervous the call had dropped.

“...How do you know my name...?”

Fuck.

“A-are you with them? How the fuck do you know my name?!”

Matt began to panic, trying to think up an excuse on the fly, something convincing.

“Answer me, asshole! How do you know my-!”

The sound of the phone clattering to the floor had Matt wincing away from the speaker pressed to his ear. What followed was the sound of something heavy thumping right beside the device. His knuckles turned white from how hard he gripped the flip phone, realization dawning on him once he realized what had happened.

All he heard next was the sound of heavy footsteps approaching the phone before the line went dead.

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kiiecarrera · 5 years ago

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randy b

ship meme / @padmeamiidalas

where was their first date?: The movies. He picked her up and got glared at by her parents, then they went and saw Twister. After they got ice cream before he took her home and kissed her when he dropped her off --- which lead to Henry flicking the porch light on and off rapidly in warning to knock it off.

what my muse would do to cheer your’s up: If she’s cheering him up bc he’s sad she likes to play with his hair and give him lil kisses while reminding him how much she loves him and how good she sees him and prompting him to talk to her about whatevers going on, then she just lets him vent. if she’s cheering him up bc he’s angry her suggestion is always batting cages as a means of getting out his frustration physically until he’s willing to talk about it.

who wakes the other up with kisses ( and where )?: Andy cause he’s always awake first and literally everywhere, anywhere he can reach..... or he goes down on her, lbr.

who would pour water on the other to wake them up ?: Ro when he’s fucking hammered and passed out somewhere :~)

how my muse would wake your’s up: On the rare occasion she wakes up before him (or if he’s asleep still when she comes home from a night shift) she always flops on top of him and kisses him and says his name until he wakes up and pays attention to her needy ass.

who would start a food fight while baking or cooking ?: Bold of you to assume Rowan is allowed anywhere near the kitchen while Andy’s in it.

who would suggest putting marijuana in the brownies ?: The first time was definitely Andy’s idea.

who said i love you first and how ( or when ) did they say it ?: i’m just gona leave this here and cry abt it also that would have been the first time Ro said it to him too even though she KNEW for like months before that but didn’t wanna be the first one to say it

who would get into a physical altercation over the other ?: They both have and would but Andy is definitely quicker to get to that point.

who insists on purchasing a pet together ( and what kind of pet ) ?: Andy wanted a dog from the minute they moved into their shitty apartment a million years ago despite the fct that they were both BUSY AS HELL. Now they have Ro’s dog Scout and Andy’s cat Noodles but they’re talking abt getting another dog soon.

who is louder ( in and out of bed ) ?: Rowan LMAO for both this is not even a question.

who takes more risks ( in and out of bed ) ?: Andy out of bed. In bed it’s pretty equal. They’re both pretty adventurous in bed though, and there’s never really been anything either has suggested that the other gave a hard no. They’re both pretty open minded and willing to try anything at least once, if it’s something the other is interested in.

who would bring up the word ‘daddy’ first ?: Look................. it was probably Andy like a million years ago and their gross asses were into it. Now that they actually have kids it’s not a thing though, too weird now.

what is their shared, favourite kink ?: Public sex, definitely. They’re constantly sneaking off whenever they’re out to have a quickie, or Andy’s feeling her up under the table just to see if they can get away with it.

describe their typical kiss: Okay when are these two NOT kissing first of all. Their typical kiss is usually one full of smiles and teasing and Andy always standing up while Ro pouts and stands on her tip toes bc she’s not done with him yet, get back down here.

how my muse shows their love for your’s: Rowan’s love language is ‘quality time’, followed closely by ‘physical touch’. So when she expresses her love she does it by giving her undivided attention and really paying attention to what they are saying and what they need. She loves spending one on one time with Andy (or time with Andy and Benny now) that is distraction free, whether they’re just staying at home dancing in the kitchen or playing dinosaurs with Benny or if they’re having a night out, she just likes spending time with him that doesn’t have any outside distractions. Physical touch was a close second (quality time had a score of 9 and physical touch a 7) and I think that’s obvious in the fact that she is always, always, always reaching out for Andy in some way, shape or form, whether they’re holding hands or she’s tucked into his side under his arm. Even just watching TV at home she’s usually touching him somehow, her fingers tracing random patterns on his arm or playing with his hair. Normally she doesn’t even realize she’s doing it, and she definitely doesn’t expect it to lead to anything else but the physical reminder that he’s there isn’t one she’ll ever say no to.

their favourite ways to give affection: Ro is literally always touching Andy in some way shape or form. If they’re in public she likes when his arm is around her shoulder and she’s tucked into his side, with her arm bent and her hand holding his. In private she likes to let him lay on her chest or with his head in her lap while she plays with his hair. Also kisses, but that’s obvious I feel.

who is more dominate ?: Rowan. They have a pretty balanced give and take and sometimes Andy takes a more dominant role but 90% of the time it’s her. Andy’s always so wound up and has to be in control of everything in his life and she loves taking that away from him and just making him feel good without having to worry about anything.

who sings in the shower ?: Both but mostly Ro.

who washes the other’s hair in the shower ?: Andy washes her hair when she’s drunk and can’t stand and she washes his when he comes home all bloody and gross.

who initiates shower sex despite being in a rush ?: They’re both fucking guilty of this.

who teases the other under the table at dinner with the family ?: ANDY....... but Ro is 100% into it and encourages this every time.

who has the weirder taste in music ?: Ro literally only listens to 90′s music 95% of the time so, probably her.

who would initiate dancing in the rain ?: Andy’s fucking cheesy ass.

who would be the one to suggest marriage ?: Ro did when they were 21 and finally laid it all out on the table that they’re serious about each other and don’t want to do this stupid on and off stuff anymore. She just kinda said “Look, I love you and I know you love me too, but I want to marry you some day and I need to know we’re both looking for the same thing and not keep doing this back and fourth.” and the rest is HISTORY.

what would they name their children ?: Their daughter’s name is Madison and their son’s name is Benjamin.

who would their children take after more ?: In alive Maddie AU she is 100% Rowan and so fucking sassy and extroverted. Benny is a little more like Andy and on the shy side and quieter.

#rowan x andy #answered

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trans-shuichisaihara · 6 years ago

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ch4 of the linked au! it’s still fun free time for now ✌️

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In the short time since he last really investigated the warehouse, a surprising amount of dust had settled on the shelves and various supplies. It hurt both his heart and his lungs, the latter for obvious reasons, and his heart from the reminder that it would likely have been clean if not for Toujou’s betrayal and subsequent execution.

He shook off the depressing thoughts; he needed to focus on the task at hand, not getting upset over the losses their group had sustained. He tugged a sealed box off one of the shelves, covering his mouth as dust went flying. He was starting to regret agreeing to help Shirogane.

She hadn’t asked for much, however. Just a camera, a nice digital one unlike the ones Shuichi’d used in the trap he and Akamatsu set up so long ago.

Dammit. He roughly wiped at his watery eyes, the dust in the air clearly the source of irritation. Once tears weren’t threatening to spill, he tore open the box, disappointed to find it was only a case of canned food. He should’ve guessed it from the weight and size. Frustrated with himself, he pushed the box away with more force than necessary, pulling himself back up to search a different area.

After half an hour passed with no luck, he was distracted by the sound of someone entering the warehouse, the door softly clicking shut behind them. As he weaved his way around the shelves, he wasn’t too surprised when the heavy footsteps turned out to belong to Kiibo.

“Oh, Momota-kun.” He jerked as if surprised by Kaito’s sudden appearance. “What are you doing here?”

“Lookin’ for something for Shirogane. What about you?”

“I’m also running an errand for someone!” He smiled, extending his index finger pointedly. “Iruma-san demanded I come grab her some snacks and, um-” If he’d had a human face, Kaito imagined the slight dimming of his eyes would translate to scrunching his face in thought. “‘The largest rubber you can find’, whatever that is.”

Kaito hesitated. “Uh, well, we can definitely get some snacks. I don’t think you’ll need to worry about the other request.” He definitely didn’t want to go looking for that.

Kiibo let out a sigh. “Well, hopefully that’ll be fine then. She’s in a bit of a mood today, so I was hoping to help her relax by spending some time with her.”

... In that way? “Isn’t, uh, isn’t she always in a mood?”

“Of course not!” He clearly took offense to the question. “For instance, she was very happy yesterday to discover the Ultimate Robot’s lab, but now I can barely get her to leave that computer on the 4th floor alone for even a few minutes.”

Seriously, was he jealous? “Hey, chill, I’m sure she’s fine. Maybe she just wants to finish that before working on something else?”

“Her lab is full of half finished designs! That can’t be the issue!”

“Okay, well, uh...” He scratched the back of his head. “What do you think’s goin’ on?”

Kiibo paused. “I’m... not certain. Her mood is normally volatile, yes, but... I think something happened. She may appear to be her normal moody self, but I can almost see this, this layer of panic beneath every movement she makes.”

“I mean, Ouma did go out of his way to freak everyone out this morning, so-”

He shook his head. “That can’t be it. She was already like this when I went to get her for breakfast.”

“Huh.” Kaito moved his hand from his head to his chin, stroking his goatee. “Well, I’m outta ideas. That time of the month?”

“What?!” Kiibo’s face flushed. “Momota-kun, I might not be human, but even I know that’s not appropriate! Not everything is caused by a woman’s cycle!”

He winced at his volume; okay, bad joke. “Well, uh, what else do you think it could be then?”

He huffed, calming himself down. “She seemed fine yesterday, that I know for certain. But as for what caused her to suddenly-” He paused. “Wait. Perhaps it was the Flashback Light?”

“Well, yeah, the Flashback Light freaked all of us out. Iruma especially, now that I think about it. I guess the most obvious solution’s normally the right one.” Except when it came to which Ultimate murdered another and how they did it, but that wasn’t exactly the everyday mystery.

“Perhaps, yes. There’s also the motive to consider. I know we - Ouma-kun excluded - have agreed there is no motive, but...” He hesitated.

“But?”

“Well, it’s just... My inner voice keeps saying that we shouldn’t ignore the motive. That we should try to figure out what it is.”

A shudder ran through his body. “Man, you’re still going on about that Atua crap?”

Of course, he took offense to that too; talking with Kiibo was a delicate balance between avoiding being robophobic and avoiding offending him at all. “As I said before, my inner voice has nothing to do with Atua; I simply mistook it for His voice for a period of time.”

Alright! Time to escape this conversation! “I see. Well, enough about that; let’s go find you some shit for Iruma. Let me know if you find a digital camera; that’s what Shirogane’s askin’ for.”

Kiibo faltered, then brightened up. “I see! If that’s all you require, I can easily provide what you need!” He gave Kaito a long look, before his mouth suddenly ejected a piece of paper. Ah, right; he could print his memory or something. “Please, take it; consider it a gift.”

Hearing Kiibo’s voice without his mouth moving was unsettling enough that he did as he was told. As he flipped it over, an unfamiliar feeling welled up in his chest. He swallowed.

It was a picture from their first breakfast together, the morning after attempting the underground passage. The scene replayed in his mind as if it’d just happened yesterday instead of two weeks ago. Akamatsu being really torn up about it. Ouma doing a relatively normal level of shit stirring. The First Blood Perk. The small amount of hope that has risen from Monokuma’s temporary destruction. Everyone... Everyone was alive and happy.

“I...” His voice caught. He wasn’t sure what he could say that wouldn’t seem overly mushy or result in crying. “Thanks.” He left it at that, carefully folding the photo in half before sliding it into his pocket.

“You’re welcome! Just let me know when Shirogane-san wants my assistance!” Seemingly oblivious to the torrent of emotions his act of kindness had brought forth, Kiibo proudly marched off to complete his original task. Kaito quietly watched him, not having the heart to point out that he wasn’t even sure if Shirogane would accept him as a replacement for the camera.

He did manage to find one eventually, tucked away under a pile of electronics that Iruma had torn through at some point. It had a few scratches but was fully functional as far as he could tell, so he’d call that mission complete. Now it was a matter of taking it all the way up to the 5th floor.

Why did Shirogane’s lab have to be so far away?

He let out a tired sigh as he finally made it all the way up, hating that he was winded from something so mundane. At least this appeared to be the final floor; any further areas to be opened would hopefully remain within this five-story limit. Not that he - or any of them really - wanted any more areas to open.

“Momota?” A voice greeted his arrival, and he quickly straightened himself back up to avoid looking as out of breath as he felt.

“Harumaki! Hey, what’s up?”

She approached from the direction of Shuichi’s lab, her eyes sweeping over him. “What are you doing?” Didn’t answer his question, but oh well.

“I’m bringing this to Shirogane.” He held up the camera. “Wanna come with?”

“Not really.” She shifted in place for a moment, expression tight, then sighed. “Well, I won’t hold you up. Have fun.” She turned away, and Kaito quickly grabbed her shoulder to stop her from leaving.

“Hey, c’mon, I know that look. What’s up? Got somethin’ to get off your chest?” She didn’t respond, keeping her gaze averted. “Ready to talk about what happened last night-?”

“No,” she quickly objected, “As I said, nothing happened.”

He frowned. “You don’t have to bottle it all up. That’s not-”

“So what do you want me to say to you,” she snapped, shoving Kaito’s hand off her, “That I had my first panic attack since I was 13? That all of the sudden, I’m suffocated by emotions I thought were long dead? I can barely breathe alone with my own thoughts let alone put up with your desire to help everyone.”

Kaito paused, letting her outburst settle until he filtered through her words. “That’s good. Feeling things is normal, being overwhelmed is normal. Panic attacks, well, they’re not, but they’re not uncommon.” He scratched the back of his head. “I know you don’t want advice, but I’m here for you when you need to vent. You don’t have to hide.”

The walls Harumaki built around herself appeared to be crumbling as she struggled to meet his steady gaze. “I...” She sighed. “I don’t like this. I have enough to worry about without dealing with foreign emotions.” Her voice dropped to a whisper. “Without being scared.”

He reached out again and gave her shoulder a comforting squeeze. “Then it’s just like I told Shuichi; you can’t get caught up in your head. Sometimes, you gotta take that nervous energy and channel it into something more productive. That’s what training’s for.” He removed his hand, giving her an encouraging smile. “You’re getting stronger already. Just remember you can be afraid, but don’t be afraid of relying on us, alright?”

She shook her head. “You’re an idiot.” He’d be offended, but the affection attached to the insult was clear. She took a deep breath. “Thanks.”

“Don’t mention it.” He gestured to Shirogane’s lab with the camera. “So, you sure you don’t wanna come?”

She glanced back towards Shuichi’s. “I was guarding the poisons in Saihara’s lab, but...” She looked back, a hand moving to run through her hair. “I suppose a break wouldn’t hurt. Either way, if anyone really wanted them, only watching them for a few hours a day isn’t going to stop them.”

He sweated. “Hey, don’t say that. No one’s going to touch anything in there.”

She raised a brow at him. “Not even Ouma?”

“Course not! I knocked some sense into him!” He paused. “But, well, if you see him anywhere near there, just let me know. I’ll do it as many times as needed until he learns his lesson.”

“Saihara thinks that you punching him just made things worse,” she bluntly stated. He flinched. “Honestly, I agree; you’re just as good with your words, so really you shouldn’t be punching people.”

“C’mon, he, he’s not the type to listen to words. Sometimes you gotta just...” He trailed off. He fucked up, yeah, but was it really that big of a mistake? It couldn’t have been. “I’m sure that he needed that wake-up call, and anything I tried to say wouldn’t’ve reached him.”

“If you say so,” Harumaki responded, appearing dismissive, “Well, I’m sure you’ve kept Shirogane waiting long enough.” She nodded towards the lab.

“Right, right.” He sheepishly scratched his neck, letting the conversation drop as he headed towards the lab, opening the door.

The door to Hell.

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allowed to feel

Characters: Maia Roberts

Relationship: Clary Fray & Maia Roberts

Rating: T

Summary: Clary knew she was a goner from the moment Isabelle Lightwood stepped into her workshop. (Based on a tumblr prompt from anonymous: "Au where Clary's a closeted fashion designer and Izzy's her model")

Warnings: mentions of abuse and serious injuries

Clary looks up at her, for just a moment, and then back down again. But it's enough - enough for Maia to see a deep vulnerability in her eyes she hasn't seen there before.

But then it's gone and Clary smiles and says, "Yeah. Thanks."

"You sure?" Maia asks, deciding that if Clary plays it off again, she's not going to push anymore. She can only do so much for people she barely hangs out with.

Clary opens her mouth, then closes it and swallows. "A lot has been happening."

Maia nods. She waits for Clary to go on.

Clary shakes her head and forces another smile, changing the subject. "You seen Luke around?"

Okay. So she doesn't wanna talk.

That shouldn't bother Maia half as much as it does.

"He's on a date," Maia says. "With your boyfriend's mom, actually."

The alternative might make Maia kill someone tonight.

"Yeah," Clary says in a small voice. "He...I don't know if Luke told you, but-"

"He was possessed by the Queen of Edom," Maia finishes for her. "Yeah, Simon told me."

Clary nods. "He's fine now. Unpossessed and everything, thanks to Magnus. He needs time to recover, though. He didn't take any time right after it happened."

"He'll be fine," Maia says reassuringly. "He has a supportive family-" she raises an eyebrow at Clary. "-a great girlfriend...and he's strong. He's got this."

Clary nods and thanks her again, but doesn't look much better. She lifts her glass and downs the whole thing in one go.

Clary obediently drinks half the content of the glass and makes a face. "You look tired," she says abruptly with newfound bravado. Maia rolls her eyes.

"The Downworld has had things going on, too," she says simply. "And I'm not getting you another drink, lest you start saying everything that's on your mind."

That gets a genuine smile out of Clary. "I do that sober."

"True." Maia smirks. "But, hey, I've got Simon to talk to. Where are your Shadowhunter groupies?"

"At work," Clary says matter-of-factly. "Or, in Alec's case, at Magnus' place. So, you know, everything is normal."

"Except you're drinking alone."

Clary shrugs. "Needed to clear my head, I guess." She hesitates. "Hey, um...are you staying over at Simon's tonight?"

"No, why?"

"Well..." she shakes her head, as if ashamed of the idea. "I was gonna ask him to sleep over at his place. If that's okay with you, I mean."

“Simon’s gonna be out late,” Clary says. “I’m just killing time.”

“Uh-huh,” Maia grabs a handful of chips and chews thoughtfully, studying Clary. “Any particular reason you don’t wanna go back to the Institute?”

Clary tenses, but forces a smile and shakes her head.

Maia hesitates. “Do you want me to call someone? Maybe Luke?” She asks; Clary shakes her head again. “How about Jace?”

“I have a key to Simon’s place,” she says quickly. “Come on, I’ll walk you.”

Clary nods wordlessly and follows her out of the Hunter’s Moon. Neither of them says anything as they walk down the busy streets towards Simon’s new apartment.

After about two blocks, Clary breaks down.

“Fuck,” Maia breathes, and crouches down in front of Clary. “Clary, are you…” She trails off, realizing are you okay? is a rather stupid question. “Hey, what is it? Are you hurt?”

Clary shakes her head. “I’m sorry,” she sobs. “I- I can’t-”

She starts to fumble around clumsily for the phone she’s dropped. Maia picks it up to hand it to her - it’s still vibrating. She glances at the caller ID.

“It’s…Jace,” Maia says. “Do you want me to…?”

“I’m sorry,” Clary says again.

“Clary, did he hurt you?” Maia asks abruptly. Her voice is low and quiet and sure - she already knows the answer.

Clary begins to shake her head, but stops. "He didn't," she says shakily. "But...when I went to confront him after I found out he was the Owl- I shouldn't have gone after him. It was stupid. I was just so shocked and scared and-" she cuts herself off with another involuntary sob.

She's not crying anymore. Not really. Her eyes are red and puffy and her jaw is still quivering, but instead of tears, there is a cold, resigned look in her eyes.

And Maia feels like throwing up.

"Are you-" she tries to speak - but there are really no words for this situation. "God, Clary, that's...are you okay? I mean, how-"

"Magnus," Clary says, and for some reason there is an edge of guilt to her tone. "And Simon, and Iratze, and some Shadowhunter medics. But mostly Magnus. Because all he does is walk around solving problems that I caused."

Maia swallows. "Clary, some guy breaking your spine isn't your fault."

"But everything else was."

Maia doesn't ask her to elaborate. Whatever it is, it doesn't feel like a conversation to be had tonight.

Instead, she changes the subject back. "You can't look at Jace the same way, can you?"

"I know," she says quietly.

Clary looks at her, fresh horror on her face. "You do?"

"He's a Downworlder?" Clary asks.

Clary looks at her for a moment, letting the words sink in. Then she steps forward and hugs her.

They're not alone.

#c: maia #c: clary #r: clary & maia #canon divergence #angst #hurt/comfort #friendship #bonding over trauma

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