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tsu-kitsu · 2 years ago

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After The Battle | ZenNezu Headcanon

Yknow, I’ve always wondered how Zenitsu and Nezuko’s first meeting post Muzan Battle would be…would Zenitsu go ballistic? Would Nezuko be a little shy? After some tough thinking at 1am, I compiled an official headcanon scenario!

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˙•✿ After The Battle... (CH. 204 SPOILERS)

✿ Zenitsu was the very first of his two companions to awaken. It was a relief for Aoi and Kanao, knowing that Tanjiro and Inosuke had a good chance of awakening as well.

✿ During the few days of his revival, the Butterfly Mansion halls felt empty. Zenitsu didn’t want to admit it, but Inosuke’s loud rambles were missed. Something felt ‘off’ to him— something that was missing. He couldn’t fully pinpoint it until he heard it…

✿ A faint melody he called a voice. He could distinguish that exact voice in a crowd of people. The gentleness to the tone…the familiarity… her heartbeat…

Nezuko!

He had completely forgotten the demon girl he pinned for. Considering the heat of the battle, its no wonder why the first glimpse of her human form was hazy in his mind. Alas, there he was, listening to the REAL Nezuko for the first time in…well, ever. It was surreal; almost like it wasn’t happening.

✿ The blonde boy couldn’t pinpoint why, but…he was hesitant to meet her. Just the thought of his and her presence together made Zenitsu shudder. Was he nervous? Was he afraid he wasn’t going to make a good impression? Maybe the intrusive nag in the back of his head, telling him ‘she isn’t going to remember you’, was holding him back. Nonetheless, he avoided her.

✿ Zenitsu would sit bedridden, listening with his keen ears for a sign of Nezuko. Its as if he was waiting…though, waiting would get him nowhere. Atleast, thats what Uzui said.

✿ Uzui had spent a multitude of time keeping his younger acquaintance company. He’d always sit by the boy’s bed, asking him the same repetitive questions.

One night, he noticed Zenitsu feeling a bit down. His usually peppy glow was dimming. With courage, he pitched;

“You know…a certain someone has been lingering an awful lot by the door to this room.”

Zenitsu’s demeanor was struck with curiosity, the boyish wonder returning as per usual. After some discussion, Uzui encouraged Zen to work up courage and say hello to Nezuko. With hesitance, he obliged…and, admittedly, Tengen’s bad attempt at motivation somehow ignited something in him.

✿ The next morning, Zenitsu sat upon the engawa. It was a place to get peace of mind, no doubt. Unfortunately, this was not the case…when he heard a shuffle of footsteps behind him.

‘Zenitsu-San?’

✿ At that moment, his heart stopped beating. It was like a swift punch to the gut. Turning around, he was met with Nezuko— her hands clenched close to her chest and her expression rather flustered.

He didn’t know what to do. He tried to speak, to say hello…but it was no use. The boy’s face flushed a bright red as he fled, tripping a bit along the way.

It left a very confused Nezuko taken aback.

✿ He hid out in his room for the next day or so, completely regretting his decision and cursing his foolish behavior.

‘She was right there! Why couldn’t you have just said hello? You scared her off!’

He smothered his face in a pillow, the covers working as a tight shelter.

‘Why cant I face her? Why am I so nervous?’

✿ The following morning…Zenitsu awoke, mid-morning rays reflecting fervently across his face.

It took him a minute to notice the added weight by his legs.

He rose, his gaze being set upon a sleeping girl.

Nezuko had fallen asleep by his bedside. Her hair was spread neatly across the sheets, her back rising and falling in a calm formation. Her head was buried in the nook of her arms.

He faltered…still unaware he was, in fact, awake.

He reached a hand out to nudge her shoulder.

She shuffled, grumbling softly. Elongated eyelashes fluttered, pink meeting gold.

✿ “Ah…Zenitsu-San, Im sorry, I must’ve fallen asleep.”

“You had me worried yesterday…so, with Aoi’s permission, i waited by your bedside.”

She was beautiful. So beautiful. Her features existing as the pure definition of femininity. It made his throat dry and heart pound against his chest.

“I…I’m sorry, Nezuko-chan. I don’t know what happened yesterday. I was just…nervous,”

“Why would you ever be nervous?” She giggled.

“…I think…I….” He stopped.

“Nezuko-Chan, do you remember me?”

A loud silence played out.

“Well, If Im being honest…a little. Im still adjusting to everything. Its been hard to process every memory.

But, to answer your question…of course I know you.” A smile warmed her features.

✿ “Nezuko-Chan,” he intertwined his hands with hers.

“Can we…start over? I know we…know, each other, but— I want to know you even more. Starting right now. I want to know Nezuko Kamado, the girl who loves konpeito and . Not the girl who was bound to a wooden box.”

Her heart was alight.

✿ They would talk on and on for hours at end, from mid afternoon to late dusk. Their conversations lightened up the quiet atmosphere, spreading like wildfire across all the residents. They kept each other company. It passed the time, no doubt.

✿ In hindsight, he learnt she was more of a rambler than he was. He loved listening to her. She was so passionate and positive about everything; it made his heart weak.

And so, time leapt by, both Tanjiro and Inosuke being greeted with a tight hug and sobbing from Nezuko and Zenitsu.

✿ Nezuko and Tanjiro soaked in the peace and quiet. The breeze blew graciously through the windows.

“Onii-chan,” she averted eye contact.

“…do you know what its like to be in love?”

“Eh?!”

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I write headcanons in a weird way, if you couldn’t tell harharhar. Sorry if its worded weird, I’m a little rusty here

(I actually have a fic in the works in regards to these ‘headcanons’, but im not a fan of how its turning out.)

I always like to imagine a timid Nezuko waiting by Zenitsu’s door, contemplating rather or not she should greet him. She was JUST as nervous as he was.

#demon slayer #kimetsu no yaiba #zenitsu x nezuko #zennezu #kny headcanons #zenitsu #nezuko

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forehead451 · 2 months ago

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i am so petty for this? like PETTYYYYY BUT. feel like already a decade and im still not over it SMH

literally one of the worst days of my life in an emotionally draining way.

she planned an intervention for me. at her house. at 8am. had to pack all my stuff after work to move out the night before (friday) so id be ready to move when i returned (sunday). woke up and left the apartment at 5am. it took three hours of transit (subway, coach bus, regular bus) followed by walking in february thru the snow and ice cold and the sun hasn't even risen yet.

i barely slept. i never wake up at 5am and i had to do a whole trek. arrive at the house with a bunch of our friends. im barely alive and haven't eaten. belly empty and i always need breakfast or will eventually get dizzy if i exert myself too much but we were going FOR breakfast so ofc id wait. just as we're serving our food, im putting food on my plate and starving hungry. while i do so she starts the intervention and the only person who actually was there purposely stayed home. im on the spot and people (who i love but regardless) who were completely removed from the situation i hear youve been discussing me and my worst moments and deepest shames and they're telling me ive not been myself while she's speculating on my motivations and that ive been trying to manipulate and take advantage of that person and im just thrown for a loop. its been some of my darkest times and ive also never liked myself more as a person and finally have someone who i actually connect with in an emotional, physical, and intellectual way that ive been craving so im so happy while also hating myself bc of my failures. so the things that im happiest about are what are causing them to be concerned and the worst things in my life are being laid out in front of everyone. all before 9am on an empty stomach in the winter and im fucking freezing.

then after crying for the entire morning and afternoon, i then have to lug my weekend bag across the city and i can't go to my boyfriend's bc hes not home and im supposed to meet him at his friends house who I haven't even met before for a dinner party and i cant go back to the apartment bc shes home and i have no privacy to cry and we'd have to talk about what happened, that or maybe she was at her bfs so she had the keys. so i go to my bfs friends house where all his best friends are congregating and i dont know anyone and im emotionally drained and freezing cold and then he gets there late and doesn't say hello to me immediately and im sitting by myself in the corner and trying to be engaged in the conversation happening and then its dinner time and he almost doesn't sit next to me for reasons ill never understand and then all we go home at like 1am and im ready to collapse and then at home, i am still in shock so when he asks me how it went and how i felt about it i tell him it was good and thought i told him all about it only to realize months later that all id said was "it was good, i learned a lot" and didn't tell him how gutted i actually was. so.

idk

i go home the next day and sob while packing up my toiletries and say im so sorry over and over to her. then i move out and thats that 48 hours of hell.

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bosspigeon · 3 years ago

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‘ this is your favorite, right? ’ for characters of your choice

The station is dark and empty, and honestly, Chase is more than happy with that. He's running on fumes at this point, after yet another last-minute Agency job that dragged on way longer than it should have, and he has absolutely no energy to put up with another human before sunrise.

Plus, he can blast music as loud as he wants to keep himself awake while he works his way through piles of paperwork that have been neglected for far too long. If anything can keep him awake with only the assistance of cheap, bitter black coffee brewed by the station's shitty coffee maker, it's the heavy percussion and raw, discordant vocals that got him through school.

With the backlog he's stuck with, it takes a good two hours to get through maybe three-fourths of the pile, but he also makes it all the way through some random punk album he hasn't listened to since he was an angsty teenager. He's pretty sure he found in the bathroom of some seedy club he bluffed his way into before he was old enough to drink. He'd consider it a fun trip down memory lane if he could remember anything from that night aside from finding the CD.

His eyes are dry and his shoulders ache, but he's nearly done, and he's still got at least an hour before anyone starts to arrive.

He leans back in his chair, his spine creaking in protest, and rubs his aching eyes. He's reluctant to open them, and he's getting to the point where he's not sure the angry music is going to be enough to keep him going without some help.

Another cup of jet fuel in the guise of coffee it is.

He pushes to his feet with a tired grunt, stretches a bit to shake out the worst of the aches from sitting in the same position for hours, and trudges to the door.

And then his phone buzzes loudly on his desk.

He sighs, but turns back to answer. If someone is texting him at the ass crack of dawn, it's probably something he can't afford to ignore.

turn that shit off

He doesn't even need to check the name to know who it's from. He scoffs and rolls his eyes, and doesn't bother to reply. He turns off the music, and within a minute, a certain pissy vampire sulks his way into his office. And he's got a tall cup with Haley's bakery logo on the sleeve, and a plastic dome lid to protect the pile of whipped cream drizzled with caramel on top.

Chase leans his backside against his desk and crosses his arms. "Treating ourselves today, are we?"

Mason doesn't deign to answer that. "I think I preferred the musicals to whatever the fuck that shit was."

"Did you come for a reason, or are you just here to judge me for reliving my crust punk phase?"

Mason scowls at him and shoves the cup unceremoniously into the detective's hand.

He cocks a brow. "What's this?"

Mason shifts and shoves his hands into his pockets, looking somewhere above Chase's head to avoid looking at him directly. "That's your favorite, right?" he asks gruffly. When Chase doesn't immediately respond, he forges on, "The weird... bubbly girl at the coffee place, she said that was your favorite. I've only ever seen you drink black coffee before, so maybe she was full of shit--"

Chase cuts him off by taking a grateful, noisy slurp from the cup, now that he knows that it's one of Haley's salted caramel lattes. The one she makes specifically for him, with two extra shots of espresso. He sucks down a good third of it before he looks up again, sighing happily. "Fuck, that's good," he groans.

Mason takes the bait easily, and Chase almost wants to laugh. "Should I leave you two alone?" he purrs, stalking into the detective's space to hem him in against his desk. God forbid, the vampire does something nice without covering it up immediately with some quality innuendo.

And, well, Chase wouldn't set him up if he didn't enjoy it. And if he wasn't wary about letting things get too honest himself. He pops the plastic lid off and licks a bit of caramel and whipped cream off the top, humming low in his throat. "You jealous, sunshine?" he asks slyly.

Mason plants one hand on the desk next to his hip and leans down, smirking. "Not at all. Just nice to find another way to make you moan. And with the place empty like this..."

Chase laughs. "Don't even think about it, sunshine." He takes another grateful sip of his latte and lets his tired eyes flutter closed for a moment, while he waits for the caffeine to perk him up again. "Even if I wasn't exhausted, I still have shit to do, and there are cameras."

Mason rolls his eyes. "You're no fun."

"I'll remember that the next time you want to get frisky in my backseat." With that, he rounds his desk again, twisting around the vampire to get back to his chair. "You gonna hang around? People will be showing up soon."

He pushes off the desk and tosses his hair, shrugging. "Wasn't planning on it. Got some debriefing with Adam to finish. Just wanted to drop that off." For a moment, Chase thinks he's just going to leave it at that, but he stays there with his hand on the desk, head cocked, looking at the detective with an unreadable expression.

And then he leans over the desk and brushes a quick kiss over Chase's forehead.

He's out the door before Chase recovers enough to call a quick, "Thanks."

His footsteps halt sharply, before they pick up again, slightly faster than before.

Chase smiles into his drink, takes another luxurious sip, and gets back to work.

#the wayhaven chronicles #twc detective #specialist agent m #special needs #twc fanfic #prompt fic #pidge replies #oc: chase kingston #hello its almost 1am and i have work in the morning #but i wanted to finish SOMETHING #i missed chase #this is messy and im rusty but hfdkjalshgj #boys bein dumb and sweet but not wanting to admit it

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anyoneseenadam · 4 years ago

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hello! may i request some azriel fluff 🥺 like mornings with him/ cuddling in bed, im in dire need of cute azzy fics. also i love 'home' it's actually the story that got me into reading acotar content!

pairing: azriel x reader (acotar)

warnings: pure fluff with a smidge of angst if you squint, mentions of blood/scars (very brief) but mainly just fluffy lovliness

a/n: okay so I kinda expanded on this a bit but it does have cuddling in a bed and mornings so I hope you like it! I’m always down for our boy getting some much needed love!

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It had been almost a month since you had seen Azriel. He was away on a mission for Rhys, always willing to follow his brothers orders even when your lip had wobbled at the sound of a month alone when he was in foreign territory undertaking dangerous tasks. A part of you felt guilty as he left, a pained expression on his face as he left you standing in the doorway, waving him off. You knew his job was hard and that he didn’t enjoy being away from you anymore than you did, but you couldn’t help but worry, especially after the missions where he came home with new scars and the darkness that you were working hard to rid him off returning to his eyes.

Tonight you were sat on your sofa, feet curled and a mug of steaming tea next to you as you flicked through a book. You had been reading the same paragraph for at least twenty minutes, the words not processing as your body reacted to the missing weight that would usually be curled against your side by this time of evening. Your gaze flittered over your home; perfectly clean as you had sought things to do while your heart was in another country, bookshelves lining the walls and paintings adorning any clear space on the walls. You closed your book, well worn as in your life you had read it many, many times. The pages had yellowed, and the spine was bent, yet the smell had remained and now as you read through it you could catch the notes Azriel had pencilled in when he had read it to please you. When you went to re-open it, unable to sit still, you smiled as it opened automatically on the most worn page, a quote circled and Azriel’s neat handwriting in the footnote, you traced your finger along the words, reading them with a soft smile.

“No. No one likes being alone. But

I’ve learned to live with it.” – now

I have you I don’t believe I could

ever be alone again. You could leave

me; steal my money, my heart, break

me down and I would still come

crawling back to you. You hold my heart

now, please be gentle.

You felt tears sting your eyes as you read his words, the page already had tear stains from when you first saw the words, but now in the cold of your lonely house they sank in deeper. However, before you could wallow in your self-pity anymore, you heard the door push open quietly and quiet feet pad in, the tell-tale signs of someone who presumed you would be asleep, albeit it was nearing 1am. You quickly put your book down, standing and practically running to the door, grinning widely as you saw Azriel there, tugging off his boots with one hand braced against the wall. He looked up when he heard you and offered you a weak grin.

“You should be sleeping baby,” he smiled at you as you barrelled towards him, jumping into his arms.

“I can’t sleep alone anymore,” you muttered into his shoulder and he shook with a silent laugh, tightening his grip around your waist. You stayed in that position for a few minutes more before you slipped down, grabbing his hand, and tracing a thumb over the dark circles that surrounded his eyes, next to the dirt and dried blood that was drying and cracking in his hairline. “C’mon you stink.” You giggled leading him to the bathroom and turning the tap to fill the bath with warm water, sprinkling in salts that you swore would help, much to his manly grumbling. You turned and found him leaning on the door, eyes watching you carefully, taking you in as you moved to him and started helping him out of his clothes, tugging at the leather until it came down displaying his glorious body to you. Once he was naked you pushed him gently in the direction of the bath and he furrowed his eyebrows and made grabby hands when he realised you weren’t joining him, you just laughed and kissed him gently, promising to return soon as he began washing.

You moved to the living room first, grabbing your mug and taking a tentative sip, smiling when you found it at a drinkable temperature. Then you moved to your shared room, fluffing the duvet and pillows, and changing into one of his old shirts, then grabbing him some loose sweats and walking back to your bathroom, arms stacked. He was leaning his head against the edge of the bath when you re-entered and cracked open his eyes, smiling lazily at you through hooded eyes. You moved to sit beside him at the edge of the bath, taking a washcloth and gently wiping his face clean, before rinsing it off and moving it down his neck and chest, following with soft kisses pressed into his clean skin as he all but purred in delight.

When you finished you leaned your head on his arm, your sleepless nights without him catching up on you as you sipped your tea, breathing in the relaxing smell. You felt Azriel’s gaze on you and turned your head up to face him, he leaned down and pressed a longer kiss onto your lips, the two of you simply revelling in the taste of one another, lips and tongues languidly moving in tandem. When you pulled away he quickly washed his hair as you finished your tea, before standing and wrapping himself in a towel around the waist and draining the pink-tinted water, pulling faces at you in the mirror as you brushed your teeth in silence. Finally you fell into bed together, exhaustion creeping up on you as he wrapped you in his arms, kissing your head and holding you impossibly tight. ‘I love you’ whispered into the dark of the room as shadows settled around you.

When you woke, your legs were tangled in Azriel’s and you felt like a weight was lifted off you. You forgot the effect Azriel had on you when it came to sleep, he had a way of lulling you into a deep sleep that woke you up feeling better than ever and fully rested. You craned your head up to see Azriel still asleep, his face more restful than you remembered, the furrow between his brow smoothed and you couldn’t resist tracing it with your thumb as you admired him.

“Watching me sleep again?” You almost jumped at his gruff morning voice, but just huffed a laugh.

“Someone has to witness this beauty and I’m not big on sharing so…” You trailed off and he cracked an eye open, gaze filled with love. You leaned up and kissed him, neither of you caring about morning breath as you finally spent much needed time together again.

“I need to go see Rhys today, let him in on everything.” He whispered when you pulled away, resting you head on his chest.

“Not quite yet though,” you muttered.

“No, not quite yet.”

You woke for a second time a couple hours later as Azriel returned from the bathroom, slinging an arm over your waist, and pressing his chest to your back as he burrowed himself back under the covers and into the safe haven the two of you had created. He started leaving soft kisses down from under your ear and along your neck, moving over you shoulder with a soft hum as you drew patterns on his arms, clutching his hands in yours as you pressed them into your chest, against your heart.

You opened your eyes to look around the room and saw Azriel had opened your curtains, the light muted due to the fact there was snow falling outside, muffling all sounds except the ones created in your home, the soft whispers of Azriel’s kisses and your gentle breaths. You watched as a robin landed on a branch outside your windowsill, a small twig clutched in its beak. Such a small twig would go on to create a home for this bird, alike the small romance that had bloomed your and Azriel’s deep, unending love, turning the cold house you had been in the night before into the warm home you were in now.

“We should do some baking today,” you whispered to him, “maybe gingerbread.”

“Apple pie,” he muttered, his face buried in your neck.

“Isn’t that a bit on the nose?”

“I love apple pie,”

“What about Rhubarb crumble and homemade custard?” you asked, stifling a laugh at the pout you could practically hear from Azriel.

“Mmm you’re a genius.” He whispered, pressing a longer kiss into the crook of your neck.

“I know it’s a curse.”

“Not just yet though,” he repeated your words from earlier and you smiled.

“No, not just yet.”

#acofas #acomaf #acotar #azriel #azriel x reader #acowar #acofs #acosf #rhysand

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c-is-writing · 4 years ago

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i do adore

pairing: wanda maximoff x gn!reader

genre: f l u f f

word count: 1775

warnings: yet again, i did not proofread this lmao. i am just typing whatever comes to my mind. otherwise, it’s just really fluffy so pls enjoy!!

a/n: good morning, i am writing this at 1am. i should be working on my college apps but this fic was just living in my mind rent-free and would not leave until i wrote it. also, this fic is inspired by and has lyrics from a song called “i do adore” by mindy gledhill. it’s a really cute song :’DD

Everything you do, it sends me

Higher than the moon with every

Twinkle in your eye

You strike a match that lights my heart on fire

Ever since you had joined the Avengers, a certain brunette always caught your eye. You’d find yourself paying more attention to her than anyone else. At this moment, you lean against the kitchen counter, completely entranced by the way she spoke animatedly to Natasha. The way her hair cascaded down her shoulders. The way she waved her hands around, using her actions to emphasize what she’s saying. How the kitchen lights gleamed in her eyes, illuminating them.

God, she’s so cute. And smart. And genuine. And caring. I- “Hello? Y/N? You there?” You are quickly brought out of your thoughts as a grimy hand waved in front of your face, blocking your view of Wanda. Your face scrunches up in disgust as you grip Tony’s grease-covered hand to stop it from moving, only to release it immediately after. Smiling, Wanda watches you glance at your now-dirty hands and start searching for a towel, careful not to get anything else dirty. You mumble, “Yeah, yeah. Sorry, just..distracted.”

Natasha notices that the young girl’s attention is elsewhere and decides to put a pause on the conversation. As she bids her goodbyes, Wanda takes it as her cue to head over to where you were, crouched next to the cabinets, searching for soap. “Need help?” The melody of her words steals your attention as you turn your head, meeting her blue eyes. Suddenly, your heart begins to pound and you can hear the heartbeats in your ears. At a loss for words, you shake your head and quickly rush out of the kitchen, not caring about your dirty hands. Wanda just stands in the kitchen alone, wondering about what just happened.

When you're near, I hide my blushing face

And trip on my shoelaces

Grace just isn't my forté

But it brings me to my knees when you say

Hello, how are you, my darling, today?

I fall into a pile on the floor

It’s been only a day since the kitchen incident and that’s when you realized that you, Y/N L/N, have a crush on the one and only Wanda Maximoff. Groaning and draping your arm over your eyes, you ask seemingly no one “Oh, God. What if she doesn’t like me back?” You’re lying in bed, staring at the ceiling as you begin to think about her. You like, maybe even love, everything about her. Flashes of her laughs and smiles run through your head, like cars on a freeway until a knock on your door disturbs you. It creaks open and you have yet to remove your arm that’s covering your eyes.

You feel the bed dip as you hear the voice you’ve grown to love, “Hey, how are you, darling? It seemed like you weren’t feeling well yesterday.” Feeling the blood rush to your cheeks, you bury your face into the pillow as you slowly melt into it. In a muffled voice, “I’m fine, Wans. I think I’m just tired.” She knows that there’s something you’re not telling her but she refrains from looking into your thoughts. “Okay, well, I just wanted to let you know that breakfast is ready.” and with that she gets up and leaves the room, closing the door behind her.

Sighing, you sit up and start getting ready for the day. Your mind can’t stop thinking about the way she called you darling, causing you to fumble with everything you come into contact with. In your flustered state, you nearly drop your phone, accidentally put on mismatching socks, and trip over yourself as you open the door. Quickly composing yourself, you take a breath and start heading towards breakfast. Oh boy, what a start to my morning.

We're as different as can be

I've noticed you're remarkably relaxed

And I'm overly uptight

We balance out each other nicely

“Y/N?! When’s the last time you took a break?”

“Uhhh, I’m not sure...but I just have so much paperwork to complete, I can’t really afford to take a break.”

“Nope. You’re taking one right now. Your health and sanity is more important than some paperwork.”

“But, Wans, I-”

“No buts. I’m going to a café and I’m dragging you with me”

Admitting defeat, you place the pen in your hand down and mark out where you stopped. Your joints crack as you rise up from the chair that you’ve been sitting in for almost 8 hours. Wanda gives you a smile and holds her hand out, signaling for you to take it. Gently taking a hold of her hand, she pulls you along with her, not noticing how clammy they are.

A few minutes after you leave the compound, you readjust your grip on her hand to interlace each others’ fingers. As you walk at a steady rhythm, you feel more relaxed, all of the stress from the paperwork leaving your body. Wanda takes note of how your shoulders aren’t as tense and you seem to be enjoying yourself. She carefully looks over your figure; how the sun reflects in your eyes, bringing out their color, how the wind gently ruffles your hair, how you sigh contently when you lean your head against her shoulder.

“Thanks for bringing me out here.” She squeezes your hand, “Of course, Y/N. I care about you. Plus, it looked like you really needed a break from that hellish paperwork.” Laughing at her comment, you don’t notice how Wanda looks at you as if you were a masterpiece in an art gallery; her eyes, full of adoration.

Puppy love is hard to ignore

When every little thing you do, I do adore

Arriving at the café shortly after, Wanda holds the door open for you as you step in, the smell of coffee beans and gingerbread floating through the air. She giggles as your eyes light up when they spot the gingerbread cookies on display. You turn your head to face her, offering a shy smile that sends butterflies into her stomach. Walking up to the counter, you realize that you aren’t holding hands anymore so you slowly link your pinky with hers, hoping that she’ll get the message. As she orders your guys’ drinks and a gingerbread cookie for you, she feels your finger hook on to hers. While the barista finalizes the order, Wanda releases your pinky finger, only to reattach her hand to yours, interlocking fingers once more.

After paying, you opt to sit at a table next to a large window with plants placed along the windowsill. Wanda looks at the outside world, lost in her thoughts as she unconsciously brushes her thumb against your knuckles in a soothing motion. You take this time to commit this moment to memory -- Wanda watching the cars pass by as the golden sunset behind her creates a glowing aura surrounding her body. Spending a few more seconds basking in this quiet moment with her, you realize that you want more than what you have with her. You want to wake up next to her. You want to be the shoulder that she cries on. You want to be the person whose arms hold her up and protect her when she is too tired to do so. You want to be hers.

Hearing her name being called, Wanda pries her eyes away from the cars and sees you staring at her with eyes full of adoration and love. She gives your hand a light squeeze and promises to be back as she heads to the counter to pick up the drinks and cookie. As she returns with the drinks in hand, you graciously take yours and, with a child-like excitement, ask “Is that for me?” when you notice the gingerbread cookie in her hand. Giggling at your reaction, she tells you yes and slides it over to you.

Finding words, I mutter

Tongue-tied, twisted

Foot in mouth, I start to stutter

Ha, ha, Heaven help me

The two of you fall into an effortless conversation that never stops until the café reaches its closing hours. You notice the time and can’t believe that you’ve been talking for nearly three hours with Wanda. As you apologize to the employees for staying so late, Wanda has a fond smile and reaches out for your hand. Grabbing her hand, you step outside and begin your walk back to the compound. For a majority of the walk, it’s quiet with the gentle tapping of your shoes on the sidewalk and occasional car passing by. You keep thinking about Wanda and how much you want to be with her. Wanda glances over, only to see you spaced out, thoughts swirling in your mind.

“What’s on your mind, Y/N?”

“Aren’t you able to read other people’s minds?” you quip.

She chuckles and says, “Yes, but I would never read your mind without consent.” You pause, debating on whether or not you should tell her. Noticing your sudden silence, Wanda tilts her head in confusion and stops walking, pulling you back to her. The stop in movement brings you out of your thoughts. You quickly glance down and reach for her hand that’s not being held. Holding both of her hands, you look up to see her eyes, filled with concern.

“Look, Wans. I-” You sigh and look down at your shoes, unsure of what you want to say. A few moments of silence pass by as you take a deep breath and confess, “Wanda, I really like you. Hell, I might even love you. I love the way your nose scrunches up when you laugh, the way you take care of me and check in on me, the way you control your powers and wield them with such grace. Everything you do, I do adore. And, I just- I...I was wondering if youwouldliketobemygirlfriend?”

Wanda blinks at you with a dumbfounded expression, “I’m sorry, I didn’t catch that last bit.” You hesitate, “Well, I- uh, um...Wanda, would you like to be my girlfriend?” After hearing those words, she flashes you a smile brighter than the sun and pulls you in a hug. “Yes, I would love to be yours, Y/N.” You release the breath you didn’t notice you were holding and stay in her embrace, soaking in the warmth radiating from her body. She pulls away slightly and moves to kiss you, pausing and searching your eyes for permission. With a slight nod, you move closer and meet her lips halfway. I really do adore her.

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chrisevansszn · 4 years ago

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MAKE IT LIKE IT WAS PT 4‼‼

Shit is getting real 😳

Thank you for the likes. I hope you are enjoying this as much as I am!!

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It has been a rough few day. You and Chris are sleeping in separate rooms, the baby can definitely sense something is wrong, and you have yet to return to work. You have been working from home and rescheduling clients and lying saying that you are ill. You decide to go into work tomorrow. It’s Friday and then you are free again. Chris came up to you last night, and you guys had a conversation. He expressed how much you guys marriage means to him and that he was willing to do anything. You both agreed to therapy just to see if this is even salvageable.

You wake up the next morning and get dressed. Since its Friday, jeans, blouse, and heels of course. Maxwell is already gone with the nanny. “Good Morning”, you say to each other. Not much more. It was hard walking into your business…embarrassing the least. You hold a meeting and apologize for your actions. Nothing more, nothing less. You get your day started, and the phone rings. It’s Mateo. You decline it. He can call Chris for whatever he needs.

The weekend goes by. It’s Monday morning, and it’s the first counseling session. You found Dr. Grant on the internet and ran with it.

“Good Afternoon, and welcome”, she says so politely. You both respond. “Can I get a little history about you two and tell me why we are here today?”, she requests. Chris is doing all the talking, why should you? You both are on opposite sides of the couch, nowhere near touching each other. He’s the reason why yall are there.

“Chris, what was it about the other woman that made you choose her?”, Dr. Grant asks.

Chris is floored, and terrified to answer. “Um….I really don’t know”. “Chris you have to be honest here. Y/N deserves to know”. “Well…um…I guess because she was something new… and different”.

Your heart sunk and your head dropped. Instant tears are streaming. That hurt and bad. Chris sees your tears and puts his hand out to touch you, but then stops. Dr. Grant picks up the tissues and you grab a couple.

“Chris, why did you stop yourself from consoling your wife?” “I am not allowed to touch her right now…”, he replies. You get yourself together. “Y/N, tell me how you feel.” “Like I want a divorce…I’ve already contacted a lawyer and everything”.

“YOU CONTACTED A DIVORCE LAWYER??”, Chris yells. His eyes are wide open, he couldn’t believe it. “Y/N, are you serious”, he asked. You look at Chris. “Yes, I got all my questions answered about the business, the house, and my baby”. You tell him without emotion.

“Ok Chris, calm down”. “What is stopping you from taking the next step with the divorce Y/N”, the doctor asks. “I want to be around by baby every day, and Chris says he wants to make it work”. “I’m trying”, you reply. You both finish up the session, and head home. The car ride is silent. You guys arrive home, and Chris walks into the kitchen to grab a drink.

“I had not a clue you were serious about the divorce lawyer.”, Chris says as he takes a drink. “I told you I was Christopher”. “I can live without you and Maxwell. You both are my world.”. You look Chris in the eyes and go upstairs to take a shower. You are feeling pretty rebellious tonight. You text your best friend, Brittany, and ask to go out for drinks and she says yes. You put on a beautiful black form fitting dress, open toed heels, and do your make up. You walk downstairs and see Chris playing with Maxwell.

“Where are you going dressed like that?”, Chris is irritated looking at you from head to toe. “Out for drinks, I will be back later”.

You grab your purse and keys and walk out. You left out at about 8:30PM. You and your friend go to a local bar to get drinks and to dance. A couple of men flirt with you and you flirt back. You both are dancing away on the floor. You can even remember how many drinks you’ve had. You look at your phone and its almost 1AM. “I have to go. It’s getting late”, you say to Brittany.

You make it home safely, but you are a little more drunk than what you thought. You stumble out the car when you hear screeching tires. It scares you but you continue to walk up the driveway. Next thing you know, someone is grabbing you from behind. You are doing your best to fight back. You are yelling “get off of me, and help”, but no one hears you. The two men throw you in the back of the car and begin beating you. You hear the car take off and you are just screaming for help and for them to stop. They continue, fist after fist to the head, back, stomach. Everywhere. It seems like it lasted forever. Then the car stops. One man drags you out and leaves you on your front yard, and they speed off.

What just happened??? There is blood everywhere. You manage to get some strength and crawl to your front door. You ring your doorbell…over and over. You are leaning against the door, and it finally opens. Chris catches you. “OMG Y/N, WHAT THE FUCK HAPPENED?”, he yells. Chris looks you over, two black eyes, a busted lip, scratches and bruises on your face. He lefts up your dress and you are bruised and bleeding. Chris has a lot of connections, so he calls up a friend who is also an ER doctor. “I NEED YOU TO COME TO BY HOUSE Y/N HAS BEEN BEATEN BADLY!”

The doctor arrives and takes a look at from head to feet. You are bruised pretty badly but the main issue is that your ribs are fractured. You have to take it easy for a while and will be wrapped up for some days. Going to the hospital wasn’t an option, this would-be all-over town. The doctor leaves, and Chris helps you out of your clothes and runs you a warm bath. “Honey, who did this to you?” “Chris, I don’t know. I just made it home from the bar and two guys grabbed me, put me in their car, beat me for what seemed like an eternity, and then threw me in the front yard”. You are crying nonstop. Everything hurts so bad. “Two men? Fucking Mateo! That’s who did this. I am going to fucking kill him! I forgot to get his money to him the other day. That fucking bastard is dead!”. You have never seen Chris so mad in his life! His face was extremely red, and eyes were such a dark blue they were almost black. Chris is shaking as he tries to wash all the blood off of you. He gets your dressed in one of his t-shirts and lays you in the bed.

“Chris…please don’t leave me…I’m so scared to be alone”. “Baby, I’m not going anywhere I promise.” He moves your hair back and kisses your forehead, and then lays next to you in the bed. Oh, how he missed lying next to you, holding you, kissing you, and making love to you. The doctor gave your medicine for pain, so you fell asleep quickly. Once Chris realized you were out, he got out of the bed and went downstairs to make a phone call.

“Hello”…

“Mateo, you are a dead mother fucker!”……

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ssa-daddyhotchner · 4 years ago

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Undercover - Chapter 7

Chapter Selection

Everyone had gone back to work; Reid was on medical leave and wouldn't be back for a few weeks.

JJ and Garcia were constantly checking up on him so he didn't slip again. He was talking now instead of avoiding us.

I was at my desk doing paperwork when Emily approached me, "Hey so me, JJ, and Garcia were going to do a girls night. I feel like we haven't hung out as often as we should, you wanna come."

Without hesitation I said yes. I needed to just get drunk.

I pick up my phone an text Aaron.

y/n- Hey....Me, Garcia, Emily, and JJ are going out tonight so I might not be over tonight

Aaron- oh ok have fun just not too much. I don't need guys all over you

y/n- I'll try and there's no need for you to be jealous

Honestly the thought of him being jealous was really hot.

Aaron- Little girl you're mine...remember that

Those word stuck with me for the rest of the day. By the end of the day the girls had left for the night. They texted me that they'd be over in an hour so I could get ready.

I went into Aaron office and looked around. The blinds were closed and there was no one in the bullpen.

I walked over behind his desk and leaned. He stopped working when he saw me. I let out a small, "Hey." He grabbed my hand pulling me to sit on his lap. "Hey yourself, how was your day." I threw my arms around his neck.

"Better now. I'm actually looking forward to hanging out with them. Emily had mentioned earlier we've never really hung out."

Aaron pecked my lips. "She's not wrong all of your time has been with me." I smiled, "I'm not complaining."

I saw the time and realized I had half and hour before they got to my apartment. "I need to go there gonna be at my place soon", He didn't let go of me.

"Hold on", I stopped trying to get out of his grasp and looked at him staring back at me.

"Do you know what time you'll be home."

"No but I'm hoping before 1am."

"Well whatever time you guys do finish up....if you can you don't have too. I want you to come over." He mainly wanted supports he's been having a tough time. "Do you even have to ask, you're stuck with me."

He let me stand up but before I could get up fully he slapped my ass. I turned around in shock and he just smirked and continued working. I laughed and walked out.

I got to my car and drove home. It was 6:30pm and they were going to be there in half and hour.

I took a shower using Aarons shampoo, conditioner, and body wash. I smelled just like him and the smell of mint brought me some peace.

When I finished my shower I heard some knocks at my door. I opened to see Emily, JJ, and Garcia in party dresses.

"What are you doing go get your ass changed." Emily said, bringing me to my closet. "Wear this one." JJ held out a black spaghetti strap dress that stopped around my mid thigh.

The other two gasped, "Yes wear that one." Garcia said while JJ gave me the dress. I walked into the bathroom putting on the dress. I looked good in it, I took out my phone and sent a picture to Aaron. I walked out and their jaws dropped.

"Holy shit y/n", Emily exclaimed

"Damn okay." JJ said while smiling through her teeth. "Oh my god you look so good." Garcia said while getting me a pair of black heels. I put the shoes on, got my clutch and we left. Getting a cab to go to the club.

Arriving around 8 the club was almost full we made it inside without a problem. It was dark, loud, and hot. There were people everywhere, crowding the bar and dancefloor.

JJ managed to get a booth in the corner. Emily went to get us some drinks, I got a lemonade vodka.

She returned with the drinks. "So y/n seeing as you're the newest what's been going on with you." Defiantly not fucking our boss, "Nothing really." They stared at me, they knew I was hiding something.

JJ said, "Are you sure about that, no guys...nothing?" I really didn't want them in my business.

I was about to answer and I felt my phone vibrate. "Ooo you get a text?" The annoying part was Garcia could easily hack my phone and find out. I didn't answer her but when I read the text I couldn't keep the smile off my face.

Aaron- Little girl you look stunning. If you were here I'd rip that dress right off

The comment went straight to my core. "I'm gonna ask this one more time, are you sure there's no guy cause you know I can hack your phone right."

The thought of her doing that scared me. "Ok.. ok there is guy. But please I just wanna keep it to myself."

Emily speaks up, "Out of respect we will leave it alone, can I ask one question." I nod nervously for what she's gonna ask. "Is he.....you know." I smack Emily's arm but I answer, "You have no idea." There faces were priceless.

Finishing our drinks Garcia goes and get us another round. She starts getting vodka shots for everyone. I didn't know how much I had until I started to slur my words and stumble. I grab JJs hand and drag her to the dance floor.

I put my hands on her hips swaying back and forth. Her hands going around my neck, I guide her hips to the music. The music is booming though the room.

I felt It in my legs and chest, Emily comes over and steals JJ from me leaving me alone until Garcia came over.

As I was dancing with Pen I looked over an saw JJ and Emily getting a little close. They seemed to be really in the moment.

JJ had her hands on Emily's neck; Emily's hands on her waist and hips with her mouth nibbling on JJs ear. I turned my attention away, I felt like I was intruding even though it was happening in public. The room around me started to spin and I was getting nauseous.

Garcia was the most sober out of us, she brought me outside; she decided I had a little too much. Pen took my phone dialing the last number I called.

"Wai- n...don do that." I tried to snatch my phone away but she sat me on the floor and waited for the person to pick up.

I heard the deep voice on the other end and my heart dropped. "Y/n were you still coming over. Do I need to pick you up." Garcia's jaw dropped and she looked at me with a smirk. "Hello sir.....yea y/n needs you to pick her up."

I heard him sigh, "Where" She gave him the location and he was here within minutes. His car pulled up and he stepped out. Garcia helped me up.

I gasped, "Baby...wha-t are you doin he..."

When I saw Aaron I stumbled over to him giving him a sloppy kiss. He caught me and kissed me back before looking at Penelope. She was smiling the whole time Aaron just gave her a look and she stopped.

"We'll talk about this tomorrow, please don't say anything." Hotch told Garcia; she didn't say a word walking back into the club.

I couldn't carry my own weight; Aaron picked me up bridal style and put me in the passenger seat.

I woke up to breathing on my neck, I didn't remember what happened my heart dropped not knowing who was next to me. I turned my head and saw Aaron and I relaxed.

"Morning", he said kissing my neck. "Hey", I felt like death. Every time I drink I forget about the torture in the morning that reminds me why I don't drink.

"There something you need to know....last night, Garcia called me to get you." I froze, some how I knew exactly what he was going to say and I dreaded it.

"You kissed me in front of her." I knew it, the one thing I didn't want the team to know about.

"Did she tell anyone?" I sat up going to the bathroom. "Not that I know of, I told her not too but its Garcia." He was right about that if anyone loves gossip its Pen.

I took shower and went to the kitchen. It was the first time Aaron saw me hungover and his heart ached.

He saw the pain I was in and just wanted to help. Sadly there wasn't much he could do.

My head was pounding, I couldn't stop shaking, and I was throwing up. "Here." Aaron handed me a trash can and some ibuprofen.

I sat on the couch with him watching tv and fell asleep in his embrace. His hands slightly tugging on my hair to relive some of the pressure.

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I was laying down with Aaron and I just felt off. His chest was pressed to my back holding me close while I stayed awake all night.

I was suddenly so sad, I wasn't tired I just wanted to cry. I struggled to get up and look at the time, 1:35am great.

I unwrapped Aarons arms from around my waist and stood up going into the bathroom. I had dark circles under my eyes like I hadn't slept in days, I just felt...weak.

I closed my eyes and put my head down. I heard foot steps behind me, Aaron was leaning on the doorway looking at me through the mirror.

"Baby what are you doing up." He asked with his morning voice. His eyes almost completely shut like he was going to knock out right there.

"I don't know, I jus-," I sighed. "I don't know." I walked over to him patting him on the chest going to lay back down.

"No there's something wrong, I can tell", He turned around. I was deciding if I should tell him.

"Lately I've just been sad. Like I just wanna break down crying for no reason; maybe its just stress."

He walked over to me kneeling down between my legs, putting a hand on my knee. "How about we go out. I wanna take you some place." I was confused; where would we be going at 1:40 in the morning, but we got dressed and walked outside to the car.

The winter air was crisp but not too cold. Getting into the car he started driving; it was calm and quiet with light instrumental music playing in the background.

My mind wondered as I looked at the sky through the window. I was thinking about life, the fact that we don't understand it as much as we'd like. I was snapped out of me thoughts when the car stopped.

I looked at the clock, 2:30. We left the apartment at 1:40, driving for almost an hour. I looked around and saw nothing. He got out of the car opening my door for me. He grabbed my hand helping me out.

I saw nothing but grass and trees. We were on a huge ass hill that overlooked a forest, it reminded me of the clearing we found; but this was different.

"Why'd you bring me here." I saw Aaron expression change. "I used to come here when I was stressed or needed a break. Usually around this time."

Sitting on the hood of his car he continued. "I always came here alone, this was my way of escaping in a sense."

Gazing at the sky it was black with tints of blue, purple, pink, and orange. The grass was overgrown, breeze had a slight chill, the wind rustling the trees. I was staring at the stars, there was no light pollution.

I was just space and seeing it clearly was reliving and damn near therapeutic. He put his arm around me holding me against him, throwing a blanket over us.

I let out a deep breath and drifted off to the sounds of Aaron humming a song.

I woke up to arm shaking me, "Princess we got to go." I sat up groaning, "Why."

"We have work", getting back into the car I stretched. "Oh right", I felt a bit better; he helped me.

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When we got to work Aaron and I automatically went to Garcia office. We walked in and she turned around in her chair.

There was a huge smile on her face, "Oh my god... I'm so happy for you guys." Closing the door behind us Aaron said, "You didn't tell anyone right."

"No sir I didn't tell a soul...if you don't mind I have a few questions." We nodded and sat down. "

How long has this been going on." She pointed between me and Aaron.

"About five months now, and to answer the following question I'm aware I've been here five months. We started dating soon after yes." I said putting my hand on his.

"Does anyone else know"

"Rossi but no one else and y/n and I would like to keep it that way please."

I stood up grabbing Aarons hand pulling him up. "Y/n we're gonna have to talk later."

Garcia said while winking at me. I huffed and smiled walking out to my desk.

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A few hours have passed and honestly I was really horny. It had been a few days since we last had sex and I needed his touch; I felt deprived. I took out my phone.

Y/n- Close the blinds

Aaron- Why

Y/n- Just do it

I saw him in the corner of my eye close the blinds

Y/n- Are you gonna be busy today

Aaron- No.....little girl what are you doing

Y/n- Call me to your office

Hotch opened the door, "Y/n can I see you in my office please." I walked up the ramp opening the door closing it behind me. I pressed my back to the door and locked it.

Hearing the click Aaron looked at me raising his eyebrows, I walked over to him quickly sitting on the desk in front of him.

I pulled him up with the collar of his suit pressing my lips to his. He snaked his arms around my waist. Moaning into the kiss I pulled away.

As I looked at his face, seeing his swollen lips and dilated eyes it turned me on even more.

"Just fuck me", He crashed his lips to mine pushing his tongue into my mouth. He pulled me off turned me around and slammed my chest on his desk.

"You couldn't wait till we got home", he pulled my pants down and slapped my ass.

Clenching around nothing I sat up facing him, He tugged at my panted taking them off completely.

Aaron standing in between my legs I glanced at the growing bulge in his pants. I palmed him, him groaned in my ear while unbuttoning my shirt.

I unzipped his pants pulling them down just enough to pull his cock out. Stroking his shaft he took off my underwear.

He ran his cock up and down my slit before sliding in. Letting me adjust to his size before continuing, thrusting in a out.

I littered kisses down his neck and up to his jawline; purple circles started to form. I moaned into his neck, his hand finding its way around my throat applying enough pressure for my vision to blur. "Fuc-"

"Let me hear you baby", the knot forming in my stomach. His other hand went to my clit rubbing fast circles matching his movements.

His groans and curses could be heard from the bullpen. Pounding into me I couldn't form words only whimpers. He turned me into a moaning mess.

His thrusts getting rougher and faster I started to come close to the edge. He brought me closer to him; my body almost completely with his.

He added more pressure on my throat, "Fuck Aaron". My hand tugging on his hair pulling his head to the side putting my head into the crook of his neck.

His movements started to falter as I felt him starting to twitch inside me. I reached my orgasm, I clenched around him bringing him to finish inside me.

My body shaking slightly. Seeing white spots I didn't notice Aaron had already pulled out and was cleaning between my legs with a tissue.

"You feel better now", Aaron let out a chuckle putting his hands on my hips helping me down. I put my underwear and pants back on.

I went up to Aaron setting a deep and loving kiss on his lips. My hand pressed the back of his neck bringing him closer.

"Little girl if you don't stop I might just have to bend you back over the desk." I just stared at him.

"I'm gonna hold you to that. Love you" Sitting back down and continuing to work, "Love you too."

I walked out of his office sitting back down. From the looks of it, I didn't think they heard us, but I did notice a pair of eyes staring at me.

Rossi and Garcia.

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astralhugs · 4 years ago

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RFA with an MC who doesn’t sleep because she’s on her phone too much

There are two types of people in this world, one who goes on their gadgets too much and the other, liars.

Enjoy~! Sorry I didn’t post last week D:

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YOOSUNG

* okay aside his gaming addiction, this boy rarely goes on social media.

* Probably has a facebook account just to login to LOLOL easier or sumn.

* Would usually use his phone for cooking recipes and lolol

* But you were the opposite

* You were on the phone 24/7.

* When he’s asleep, you’re on your phone.

* You’re at a theatre with him? You’re on your phone.

* At first he was just doing some positive thinking like, “Oh, maybe she has work or something.”

* But then when you guys went to bed a bit late, you promise you’d go to bed right away.

* Woo its 3AM and you’re up.

* On your phone

* And guess who caught you.

* Dearest Kim Yoosung.

* “Mc, sleep. Going on your phone too much will damage your eyes.” he worriedly said.

* You pout but then he gave you those darn puppy eyes and you cant say no?????

* In the end you gave up and slept

* It honestly felt good.

* Yoosung tells you about how he feels like he’s being ignored whenever you’re on your phone too long.

* “I’m not saying to not go on your phone, but um...its not good to go on it too long, you know?” he says.

BONUS :

* To my lovely readers who are students, Yoosung has something to say to you~ (will be doing this for the whole RFA mwah)

* “Hiii!! Its Yoosung~~ I love you so much but please don’t go on your phone too much! You should study hard but also take breaks, not only study breaks but breaks from your phone as well, I’m a student as well so I get you TT, if you go on your phone less I’ll kiss you~ hehe, i love you stay safe~”

ZEN

* FIRST OF ALL

* HES JEALOUS OF THE PHONE RIGHT NOW

* SECOND

* He never really realized because of practice and stuff until he saw that you were up???

* Watching netflix???

* On your phone???

* WHYS THE BRIGHTNESS SO HIGH OMG THE RADIATION

* “MC.” he grabs the phone gently, surprisingly you didn’t say anything to him. He then realized you were asleep.

* He was wondering how long you’ve been doing this.

* The next day he’d definitely ask you about it though.

* You’d explain your reason and stuff.

* “I understand but staying up until 3AM? Babe, do you know how bad the radiation from your phone is to your face?” he asks.

* Would try to make you go to sleep early with him.

* ‘No phone hour’ is set one hour before you both go to sleep.

* You both would just chat and have fun like maybe doing facemasks together and doing each others hair and such.

* Loves the attention he’s getting from you whenever you’re not on your phone.

BONUS :

* “Hey babe! Is it very late at your place? If yes then WHY ARE YOU STILL UP? LIKE I SAID ABOVE, DO YOU KNOW HOW BAD RADIATION IS FOR YOUR SKIN????? If its morning and you’re still in bed, get up and do some exercises! I would do some with you but I have practice, you know lying in bed all day isn’t healthy so you should try doing some stretches to keep your body healthy during all of this pandemic thing. I hope you take care, see you soon, love you, mwah<3”

JAEHEE

* Stays up till 3AM

* Doesnt really mind

* She got coffee for both of you.

* You’re answering guest emails (secretly watching netflix oop) while she’s doing all of Jumin’s piled up work.

* Zen’s at the back frustrated about how both of yall aren’t getting sleep.

* But on Fridays, Jaehee and you would try to stay away from gadgets for at least an hour before bed.

* “MC, its almost 2 we should head to bed soon.”

* Its either her who reminds you about the time or the other way around.

* Yall got each others back its no problem lol

* But fr yall both seriously need sleep

* Who am I kidding its 11.42PM rn

* In the morning, she’d prepare coffee for both of you so yall good.

BONUS :

* “Hello MC, I hope you’re having a lovely day, I know that you‘re having trouble going to sleep and honestly, I can say the same, with all the piled work Mr. Han gave me, I’m suprised I’ve even gotten at least 3 hours of sleep, but please don’t be like me. Sleep is important, I’ll sleep right after you sleep, promise! Take care!”

JUMIN

* Its either he sleeps early as fuck or he doesnt sleep at all.

* Ya know being director of C&R tingz

* Anyways he sees that you’re still awake

* ‘I thought she finished replying to guests the other day?’ he thought to himself before entering her office

* Yes you have your own office in Jumin’s place, we been knew.

* “Darling, its almost 1AM why are you not asleep?” he asks worriedly.

* Well you explain it and if it was a stupid reason like about a series then he isn’t having any of your bullshit and takes you with him to bed.

* If it’s reasonable he’d understand but wouldn’t recommend you staying up at ungodly hours.

* Sometimes would see you popping up in chatrooms and he’s like??? tf???

* Would recommend you to see a doctor to see if there were any problems as to why you weren’t sleeping well.

* Would stay by your side when you’re in bed and is asleep.

* In the end, he’d definitely recommend you not to go on your phone half an hour before going to bed so thats that.

* TURNS ON SCREEN LIMIT ON YOUR PHONE.

BONUS :

* My love, is it late there? If it is, please get some sleep soon. I wish I could cuddle with you right now and help you go to sleep but I’m out of country. I hope the body guards are keeping you safe and I hope you’re staying indoors. My love, please wait for me, I love you.”

SEVEN

* OKAY

* FIRST OF ALL

* saeyoung ilysm

* BUT HE HAS NO RIGHT TO SCOLD YOU HERE

* HE’S NOT ALLOWED TO HAVE A SAY IN THIS

* MAN STAYS UP AT UNGODLY HOURS ALL THE TIME

* AND EATS AND BREATHES CHIPS AND PHD PEPPER

* HE IS NOT ALLOWED TO SCOLD YOU, ITS SUPPOSED TO BE THE OTHER WAY AROUND

* nah he’d still scold you though.

* He doesn’t care if he stays up for 287373 hours

* But you????

* No.

* Its bed o’clock MC time for bed.

* Has robocat set up to put you to sleep.

* Like it would remind you to go to bed and once you’re in bed it would play some soft music.

* Sometimes, it would also play Seven talking like ASMR.

* If robocat sees you on your phone it would send a notif to Seven immediately so thats that.

* I still think hes not allowed to have a say in this.

* But wbk seven loves mc more than he loves himself :(

BONUS

* “drum roll!!!! ITS ME! Your lovely 707! MC! Why are you not asleep? I know, coming from me it sounds stupid but you should be sleeping because its not good for your health! I wish I could cuddle you some more but I’m on a mission right now! But don’t worry~! I’ll go back soon and we’ll cuddle alot! Stay safe and I love you!!”

THANK YOU FOR READING!! If you guys like this, I’ll try post V’s, Saeran’s and Vanderwoods :)

Requests are open please send some~!

Have a great week <3

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ohsugar-honey-iced-tea · 4 years ago

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A drunken mess pt. 1

Ina has had too much to drink. Welcome to a very drunk Ina! I had fun writing her like this, and I hope you will like it too. It's a little short, but I did my best.

Enjoy!

@kulaykape @citybornchick @thedaft1 @kwekwek @astrangeandunusualgirl @domakir @dopeyouth

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Ina and Bella were sitting in their livingroom together. Bella couldn't even look at Ina, she was way too mad at her for that. "Sweetheart, come on, please talk to me" but she was greeted with an angry glare. Ina had been keeping Bella awake all night, because it might have been possible that she had a few too much drinks. And you couldn't exactly call it 'tipsy', no, she was DRUNK. Bella had never seen Ina drunk before, and man did she wish she hadn't last night.

"Come on babe... what all happened last night that made you so upset? I mean it couldn't have been that bad, right?"

That got Bella's attention.

"Well, where do you want to start? Crying over seatbelts, worrying about yout feet or keeping me up all night? Let me tell you exactly what happened"

...

It was almost 1am when Ina and Bella came home. They had game night over at Lillians place. Appearantely it's tradition for Ina and Lillian to do a sort of drinking game together. Bella had a long day of classes tomorrow, so she passed. However, it was Ina'a day off tomorrow, so she and Lillian started playing. Lillian was winning the game, and only had to take tree shots. Ina, however, took so many shots that Bella lost count.

When Bella sat Ina down in the car, she was unsurprisingly happy. For some reason, she kept telling Bella about how great she found the bouncy balls in her childhood, and then all of the sudden started crying.

"What's wrong, Ina?"

*sniff* "I-I just realised....."

"What?"

".....MY FAVORITE BOUNCY BALL WAS LOST IN A TERRIBLE ACCIDENT. I ACCIDENTELY DROPPED IT OUT OF THE CAR WINDOW WHILE SHOWING IT THE WORLD AND MY PARENTS DIDN'T EVEN STOP TO GRAB IT"

*starts ugly crying while not even being in the car for 4 minutes*

'Oh, this will be a long, long night' Bella thought, while preparing herself for what would happen when they got home.

...

When they finally arrived home, Bella stepped out of the car, but found Ina struggling with the seatbelt.

"BABE HELP, THERE IS A BLACK SNAKE TRYING TO KEEP ME HERE FOR EVER-"

"Babe, that's just your seatbelt--"

"I'M TOO YOUNG TO GET KILLED BY A SNAKE" *starts crying again* "okay, let's get you out of here." Bella helps Ina get out of the car, and Ina supports herself on her while trying to get to the door. By this time, Ina's vision was blurry.

"BABE HELP, THERE ARE TREE DOORS, WHAT IF ITS A TRAP AND I WALK IN THE WRONG DOOR AND I'LL BE FORCED TO MAKE PUPPITS OUT OF POTATOES FOR THE REST OF MY LIFE?"

"What are you talking about?? Just follow me, and try to be quiet, it's almost 1.30!"

"I AM QUIET' *puts finger on her lips* "SHHHHHHHHHHH" "...babe, next time I could go for fewer saliva" she said as she wiped her face clean.

Dexter woke up from the loud sounds coming from Ina, and hid himself behind the table from her.

Bella managed to open the door, and made Ina sit down on the couch. "Oh my.... this sure is a lovely couch" Ina said, as she started sitting on it in a lot of stupid positions. She managed to get her legs pointing to the ground, arms over her head and head upside down, so she basically sat 180° wrong on the couch.

"Babe, what on earth are you doing?"

"Just thinking..... DO YOU REMEMBER SCAR FROM THE LION KING? HE WAS VERY MISUNDERSTOOD"

"Ina, let's sit up straight first, and then-"

But Bella was interrupted by Ina. She stood up, grabbed a pear from the fruitbowl to use as a microphone, and started singing.

"BE PREPARED FOR THE DEATH OF THE KING! BE PREPARED, BE PREPAAAA- OOF!!!"

She accidentely bumped into the dining table, and falling backwards. She fell on her back, before Bella. She could only see Bella's feet before her eyes.

".....BABE HELP, MY FEET FELL OF!"

"Those are my feet, you idiot!"

"THEN WHY DO YOU HAVE FOUR FEET?"

"Babe, there are only 2-"

"MY GIRLFRIEND IS TURNING INTO A SPIDER! HOW CAN I EVER KISS AND LOVE YOU NOW"

Tears started to form in Ina's eyes again.

".....okay we need to sober you up, now! How about some coffee and crackers?"

"......crackers?" Ina got an annoyed look in her eyes "We're in the middle of a serious problem and your solution is crackers?"

"Not just crackers..." she takes a bag of animal crackers out of the food cabinet. "Animal crackers!!"

Ina shot up from the floor, eyes wide at the bag of animal crackers and started to smile. "ANIMAL CRACKERSSSSSS" she took the bag, but accidentely dropped it. "NOOO!! YOU DROPPED THEM!! NOW THE ANIMALS WILL BE PARALISED FOREVER!" Bella started to see tears in Ina's eyes again, and quickly got the bag off the ground and got her some. "Here, and drink some coffee." "Thanks, pal!" Bella facepalmed herself, wishing she were in bed.

...

"Okay, Ina. It's 3.20. It's not funny anymore, we're going to bed." Dexter gave Bella a thankful look, as he started walking towards his pillow, ready to snuggle up with his squeaky pear. However, Ina had other plans. "Bella, I am your proffesol- proffersena- pruffen--- I TEACH YOU! SO YOU SHALL LISTEN TO ME!" Ina got a serious look on her face. "Bella..... I. Am. Your. Father" and she shook her arms as if she was holding a lightsaber. "Ina no! It's no time to act like Darth Vader!" "Whyy do all the villains wear masks? It's so strange...." oh no. Bella could see where this was going. Ina placed her right hand on the right side of her face, and started to sing. "LOVEEE MEEEEE.... THAT'S ALL I ASK OF... NOOOOOO DO NOT LOOK AT MY FACE!" At this point, Bella wasn't sure if she wanted to scream or laugh.

...

"BABE REMEMBER ALF? HE WAS FROM MELMAC AND ATE CATS! HE WAS SO COOL!"

"Ina, that was popular decades ago! I'm not going to talk to you about Alf when it's 4.30 in the morning!"

"I'M BATMAAAANNN-" Ina said in a deep voice.

"THAT'S IT WE'RE GOING TO BED NOW"

...

After Bella finally got Ina into bed, she was hopeful that she had fallen asleep. But unfortunately, she wasn't that lucky.

"Do you know what's a funny word?" Ina said excitedly.

Bella groaned. "What?"

"GEODE! LIKE FROM GEOGRAPHY!"

"Ina, please, just close your-"

"GEEEEEODE.....GEE..ODE...GE! ode..."

Ina tapped Bella on her shoulder

"Bella, Bella! GEODE! ISN'T THIS JUST WONDERFUL? GEOMETRY WAS SO UNDERRATED, IT MUST HAVE BEEN BULLIED BY MATHS AND BIOLOGY. IT HAD A RELATIONSHIP WITH SCIENCE, BUT SCIENCE FELL IN LOVE WITH PHYSICS AND THEY RAN AWAY TOGETHER"

"INA IT'S ALMOST 5 AM! PLEASE JUST GO TO SLEEP"

She heard Ina sniffle.

".....do you still love me?"

"Of course I do. With every inch of my body. But for now I just want to sleep"

Ina started poking Bella's face.

"Ooooohhhh look at this face. Look at those. I loveeeeee this face"

She started biting her face

"INA STOP DON'T BITE ME"

"BUT YOU'RE DELICIOUS"

"JUST GO TO SLEEP, INA"

...

When it was 5.45, Ina finally went to sleep. Bella got 1 and a half hour of sleep, not being able to sleep any more because of Ina's snoring. Normally she didn't snore, but she did if she was this drunk. So, she went to their couch and joined Dexter in the livingroom. He looked at her with sad eyes when he heard Ina's snores coming out of the bedroom.

"I'm sorry, buddy. Come here"

And with that, Dexter joined her on the couch and they tried to get a little bit of sleep.

...

After hearing from Bella how she was last night, she hid her face in her hands. "Bella, I'm sorry-" "you made Dexter cranky! Just look at the poor thing!" Ina looked over at Dexter, and he was looking very angry at her. "I'm not mad, I just need a moment now" and with that, she dissapeared in the bedroom.

Ina looked at the floor, frowning. The she stood up, got some pain killers, and started walking towards Dexter.

"Come on, Dex... you can't be that mad at me too, right?" But Dexter walked away from her. 'Well, Kingsley, you know what they say. Dissapoint a dog... and you are a pathetic loser' she thought to herself. She needed to make it up to Bella. So she grabbed her wallet and keys, and went out to buy a few things for Bella.

...

A few hours later, Bella came out of the livingroom with Dexter walking besides her, after they both have taken a much needed nap.

"Ina? Where are you?"

Ina appeared, and she had a big teddy bear with a heart that said 'I love you beary much' and a box of chocolates in one hand, and a bag ful of dog treats in the other hand.

"Hello, everyone. I apologise for how I've been acting last night. I've had too much to drink, and it made me show unacceptable behaviour. I'm sorry." She said this, and had the biggest pout on her face.

".....how can I stay annoyed with you when you are this cute? Come here."

Bella openee her arms, and Ina gladly went to her. She picked Dexter up and gave him a kiss on his nose.

"I do hope you can forgive me, buddy"

Dexter looked a long time at Ina, but gave her a lick on her cheek after a while. Ina and Bella started to chuckle.

"I'll take that as a yes, then."

Together, they enjoyed a happy and cuddly day. Ina made Bella promise to stop her from drinking this much next time.

"You are a big girl, I'm sure you can handle yourself."

"Well, appearantely not, otherwise my hangover wouldn't be this bad."

"Another thing that might help is pearjuice, they say the sweet flavors take the pain away" Bella said, and gave her a bottle of pearjuice."

"Well, you know what they say" Ina said. "A pear a day keeps the hangover away"

"How's that working for you now?"

"....no comment"

The end

#ina x mc #ina kingsley #choices #fluff

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ferallymine · 4 years ago

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Twilight Princess: In Her Place

A/N: I forgot how much i love TP and I decided Iris deserved past incarnations. Here’s a thing I wrote and it’s 2:32am so goodnight.

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The hidden village above Kakariko was finally accessible, thanks greatly in part to the Gorons’ efforts. Link and Iris had ventured up, but the day was almost over, and they hadn’t come back down yet. The sun was setting, giving a crimson hue to bounce off the rocks in the gorge. Dust rose with the gentle wind, creating small whirlwinds around the town.

Talo began to get fidgety, “They’ll be back soon, right?”

Luda gave a small nod, “They’re strong. Should be back any minute.”

“That Iris girl seems awfully close to Link, doesn’t she?” Beth leaned against the railing on the roof, trying to get a better look of the path leading up the mountain, “What’s Ilia gonna think when she remembers him?”

“Who knows,” Malo shrugged and hopped off the wooden crate he’d been using to see over the railing, “But maybe the real question to ask is- are we too biased in our favor to Ilia to see if Iris is actually a good match for him or not?”

Beth stomped her foot, “She’s clearly not! She’s a witch! She makes monster plants and stuff! She’s a bad influence and doesn’t deserve our hero.”

Luda put a finger to her chin, “Father used to be close to botany witches in his younger years when there were more of them. I remember him telling me that they helped cure ailment-“

“Here they come!” Talo jumped and pointed at the two figures emerging from the shadows into the sunset light.

-----

Renaldo, Link, Iris, Ilia, and the children all gathered in the shaman’s house. The tension of anticipation was thick, as if one of them could cut it with their sword.

Would this work? Ilia had the key to the last piece of the Mirror of Twilight locked in the back of her memories. What if this didn’t work? What would they have to do?

Link pulled out the charm that Impaz had given him and placed it in Ilia’s open palm. A stillness pierced the tension- everyone holding their breath at once.

“I… made this…” Ilia’s voice whispered quietly. She closed her eyes, taking a deep breath, “The scent of hay…”

Link didn’t notice the look on his face, but Iris did. The yearning- the need beyond the missing key for her to remember. For her to remember him. It chipped Iris’ heart, just a little bit.

Ilia opened her eyes, a sudden excitement on her face, “Link! I…I remember!” She leapt into his open arms, a tight embrace. Link spun her around, pure joy in his eyes. He set her down and she grabbed his face, kissing his face all over. The kids cheered, jumping in ecstatic glee. Iris forced a smile, hating how much her heart twisted over something that should be a happy moment.

Renado began to gently usher them out, “Let’s give them a moment.”

-----

Iris rounded the corner, leaving the others to go to the spring. The chill of the water sent a shiver up her spine as her feet entered the water. The children’s echoes of laughter danced along the chilly air.

Midna appeared in her shadow form beside her, “Hey witch.”

“Hello, Princess.”

“…in my opinion, he’s making a huge mistake.”

“Thanks.”

Silence as the moon rose over the village.

“She spilled about the memory, but she’s keeping him there to catch her up on everything.” Midna rolled her eyes and cocked her hip, “Men and their egos. Sometimes he makes me wonder if I chose the right beast.”

“He’s the wolf, I’m just a panther.”

“Wolf or no- you’ve proven yourself more dependable and worthy of your triangle lately.” Midna reached behind her, using her power to pull out the Dominion Rod.

“What are you-“

“Take this to Impaz- that old woman you both just saved. You’ll get more information about getting to the sky for the Mirror shard.”

Iris took the rod, weighing it in her hand, “Midna.”

“Iris.”

“…Thank you.”

“Yeah, whatever.”

“Hey, Midna?”

“Hey, Iris?”

“I really love him.”

“…If it helps, I was rooting for you.”

“It doesn’t, but I appreciate the sympathy.”

Midna turned to leave, but paused. “Remember the temple in the lake?”

“We almost died.”

“You saved us from what would’ve been certain death by Zant.” A wind picked up, making Iris shiver as Midna spoke, “And the look in Link’s eyes watching you bleed out like that was true heartbreak. I think…I think he’s suppressing his emotions because he doesn’t want to feel that again if he loses you.”

“You sound like Zelda.”

Midna shrugged, “She did put her life into me. Anyway, I’m trying to say to not give up, even after what you just witnessed. We never said he was smart.”

Iris chuckled, “Sure.”

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“See! Link loves Ilia!” Beth jumped in a circle, hands held with Luda- which drug the poor girl along for the spin.

Talo and Collin pumped their fists in the air, chanting “Link! And! Ilia!”

Malo nodded, “Indeed, he loves her.”

“So he does.”

The kids stopped their celebrating, turning to see a somber Iris. The firelight from the window cast dancing shadows over her face. A slight glisten off her cheek where a single tear had fallen.

Beth stuck out her tongue, hands on her hips, “You’re a witch. Link deserves better than you.”

“Hey.” Luda stepped away, “They’re not all bad-“

“No…” Iris raised her hand, “I know my place in his life now. When he comes out, tell him it’s okay.” Iris toyed with a rod looped to her belt at her side. The kids didn’t know what it was, but Iris kept talking before they could ask, “If he asks…tell him I’m finishing what we started.”

And with that, she walked off into the darkness of the night.

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Impaz checked over Iris’ hand, silver triangle glowing subtly against her skin. “No doubts about it! Oh, I’m so happy that the Harmony piece of the Triforce has reemerged. The founder of this village often told stories of the Harmony Avatar bringing balance wherever they went. You’ll set all this right, I just know it. You even managed to get the rod of the heavens! Oh, happy night!”

Iris smiled, “Thank you. I’m honored that the Goddesses picked me to carry on this power.”

Impaz turned, walking into her abode. A chest lay in the back against a dusty old wall.

“Here we go, Miss!” She turned, handing the witch an ancient booklet.

Iris inspected it, being careful with the pages to not tear them, “Thank you for your service, Impaz. I’m forever grateful. Please, don’t seclude yourself here any longer. Go into Kakariko Village tomorrow morning and meet the lovely people there.”

“If you insist,” Impaz gave a little smile, “I have always wondered what lie beyond that pesky rockslide!”

Iris waved goodbye and began her journey back down the mountain.

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Ilia leaned against Link’s shoulder, arm snugly wrapped around his. She was fast asleep.

Link was sleeping peacefully, until a hand nudged him awake.

“What are you doing?!” Midna’s annoyance was very clear.

Link sat up, trying to not wake Ilia, “What are you talking about? I’m sleeping- do you know what sleeping is?” He returned the attitude in a harsh whisper.

“You had a touching reunion, but you’re not gonna continue our mission? She gave you what you needed- let’s get a move on!”

“It’s 1am. I need rest. Let me sleep in peace.”

“Least you could’ve done was tell Iris you intended on sleeping with your hometown side-hoe.” Midna leaned against the wall, arms behind her head.

His face flushed red. Then went white with realization, “Oh fu-“

“Language! You have innocent ears there.” Midna giggled.

Link freed himself from Ilia’s grasp and stood up, “Is she outside?”

“Am I Iris’ keeper?” Midna rolled her eyes, “Go out and find her yourself, coward.” She dived into his shadow.

Link opened the door, greeted suddenly by wind and the sounds of crickets. He looked to his left towards the spring, but didn’t see Iris there.

“You okay?” Link jumped at the sound, but calmed when he realized it was just Luda on the porch of the next-door house, “You look a little stressed.”

“What are you doing up so late?”

“I like the night. Plus Beth kicks in her sleep, ahah.”

Link sighed, “Hey… did you see Iris at all?”

“She was upset,” those words made his heart sink, “The kids were making fun of her. She said to tell you this though. She said that it’s okay, that she knows her place in your life now.”

Link held his breath, “Is Iris still in the village?”

Luda shook her head, “She had a weird stick thing on her belt. She said to tell you that she’s finishing what you both started and walked that way.” The girl pointed towards the path to Impaz’ village.

“Thank you, Luda. I think you should go inside and get some sleep now.”

She shrugged, “Okay… Oh, Shad came out while you and Ilia were talking. Iris was with him and they were pointing to some spots on her map. She then said she was headed back to Ordon. I don’t know why she’s doing that at night or even without a horse but I’m not gonna judge her capabilities.”

“Oh, really?” Link looked around, finding Epona tied to the fence across the street, “Thank you, again, Luda. I’m going to go track her down- she wasn’t supposed to leave without me.”

The girl stood up, “I’m in no place to judge your relationships, so I’ll just say good luck.” Luda opened the creaky, rust-filled door and went back inside.

Midna popped up after the girl was gone, “So we warping or are you seriously gonna ride your horse all the way back to catch her?”

Link shook his head, “We’re warping.”

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“Alright owl statue.” Iris waved the rod in a circle, “Move!”

The green hues lit up the surrounding hills thanks to it still being dead of night. Crickets and other bugs scurried away from their moss-covered home at the sight of this new and strange light. Several little hops later, the statue was out of its alcove. Desummoning the rod’s powers, Iris stepped to the symbols that it had covered.

“Ah…gotcha.” Iris scribbled down the ancient writing onto the extra paper Shad had provided before her departure.

A familiar buzzing sounded behind her. Iris rolled her eyes and sighed, foolishly thinking that she’d have at least until morning.

Midna popped up first, “In my defense I grew tired of waiting.”

Link looked angry. His footsteps were heavy as he marched towards Iris.

Iris rolled her eyes and summoned the owl statue again. It began hopping backwards.

“No you don’t!” Link raced to the alcove. He squeezed through the space before the owl fully closed off the opening.

Iris and Link stood face-to-face, cramped together in the small space. The light from the Dominion Rod gave them just enough to see each other’s faces.

“How did you get the rod?” Link searched his brain for questions and didn’t know where to start. He figured that was the best way to go.

“Take a guess.”

“Midna?”

“Congrats, you win.” Iris’ face wasn’t impressed.

Link took a breath, “Iris… I didn’t forget about you or anything I just-“

“No.”

“What?”

She closed her eyes, eyebrows furrowing, “No excuses. I don’t care about your love life. What I do care about is being led on.”

“I didn’t mean-“

“Furthermore,” Iris continued, “Now that I know my place in your life, I decided to utilize my skills to continue the mission while you enjoyed time with your lover.”

“She’s not my-“

“Link, stop.” She sighed, “I said no excuses.”

“I’m not making excuses!” Link caught himself nearly yelling at her. He took a breath before starting again, “Did I once love Ilia- yes. Yes I did. But before I loved her she was my best friend. I’m not going to save the world and leave my friends to the wayside to fend for themselves or not help them with impossibly hard tasks.”

Iris sighed, “You let all your friends kiss you? You spin them around and then sleep next to them all snuggled up and holding each other?”

“…I…” Link froze, trying to think, trying to find how to say exactly what he’s feeling.

She scoffed, “Yeah. That’s what I thought. You made this bed, now lie in it.” The rod’s light brightened as Iris used it to move the statue. It made two hops before Link grabbed her wrist.

“Stop…please…” His voice shook.

Iris stopped, sudden concern on her face. She’d never heard his voice waver like this.

A breath, “I need you to understand that I’m never good with emotions or saying the right things. But I’m going to try and convey them now.”

“Then spit it out.”

Iris felt Link’s hand tremble. “When we first met in the Twilight I didn’t trust you. But as we went along and had this journey I… I realized I couldn’t have done half the things we accomplished without you.”

“Link-“

“When I caught your hand before you went over the edge in Goron Mines. When I almost was squashed by the falling logs in Faron. All our battles as beasts in Twilight. Hell, even Yeto’s mansion was filled with traps that almost killed us.”

“I-“

“But it was Zant’s attack…” He looked up, tears welling in his eyes. Iris’ heart hurt. “You… you were bleeding so badly and I couldn’t stop it in my beast form. I had to drag you to safety after you passed out. And I couldn’t stay because I had to take Midna to Zelda.”

“I’m still here, Link.”

“I shut down after that.” He closed his eyes, tears flowing, “I didn’t know if you were dead or alive and I couldn’t take it. Midna can even attest I was so distraught that I became physically unwell. When the Master Sword changed me back I vomited, seized, and passed out. I couldn’t carry on like that and I decided that having no feelings was better than having that deep of a sense of despair.”

“So when Ilia got her memories back…” Iris placed a hand on his cheek.

“The suppressed feelings came out. I was so happy and starved from any emotion besides nothingness that everything came out at once. I had my best friend again. Talking to her for so long was therapeutic. I didn’t intend to abandon you or make you feel used I just…” he clutched his chest, “I couldn’t stand the thought of losing you again.”

“So you’re reasoning was to push me out.”

“I never said it was smart, but that’s what I rationalized at the time.”

Iris pulled Link’s face close, letting their foreheads touch and eyes close. “From this point on, don’t push me out.” A gentle whisper for only him. “Let me help you. Don’t be afraid of your emotions.”

“I won’t… I’m so sorry…”

#iris #link #midna #the legend of zelda #original character #twilight princess

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burytherosemarysprigs · 5 years ago

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Graphite Stains and Cigarettes | Billy Hargrove

A/N; Okkkk, so this is my first fic that I’ve written so please bear with me! 😊 ALSO I know that Billy was an asshole in season 2 and he died in season 3�� but he could’ve had a redemption arc like Steve’s!!!! Anyways,,, Hope you like it!!

/ Masterlist /

Pairing; Cop!Billy Hargrove x Hopper!Reader

Word Count; 4.9K (I know)

Summary; Billy Hargrove is trying to clean up his act, so when he has the chance to become a cop in Hawkins - he takes it. But when the Cheif’s daughter is a funny, talented, smart - and beautiful girl - He thinks something’s are meant to be.

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“Goddamn it Flo. How many times have I told you that – “ Hopper begins, agitated and ready to crush his coffee cup in his hand.

“ – Mornings are for coffee and contemplation.” Flo finishes of for him, uninterested in Hopper’s growing distress. The 62-year-old secretary is more than used to the Chief’s morning antiquities. But today, when the criminal sketch artist calls in sick, and a dozen people are waiting anxiously to file in a report. She really can’t find the energy to put up with it.

“Look Hopper, I don’t care, I got a dozen people waiting in the back askin’ to file a report in and what do I tell them? ‘Hey sorry, the Chief is being a bit of a dickhead, that’s all!” Flo yells at him, leaving a stunned Hopper, who after a minute of intense glaring from Flo; sighs and responds tiredly.

“Fine. I’ll just… call in my daughter. Will that make you happy Flo? Great. Now, where is he? HARGROVE! HARGROVE? WHERE ARE YOU?” Hopper’s booming voice echoes against the walls, resulting in officers and workers alike looking around curiously for the whereabouts of the said boy.

Before Hopper starts to yell again, Billy Hargrove appears in-front of the two figures standing outside Hopper’s office, clad in a leather jacket and surprisingly a button-down, actually properly buttoned up.

“You called, chief?” He asks, with a relaxed tone; which only further annoys the Chief of Hawkins.

“Yeah. Yeah, I did. I need you to go pick up my daughter – and Flo can you call her?” Both nod their heads and head off. But before Billy can leave, Hopper grabs his shoulder and stops him from moving.

“Listen here Hargrove, If I find out that you laid a single touch on my daughter, I’ll make sure that you never set foot in this station again, let alone become an actual cop,” he forcefully whispers to the young man and releases him. “You got that?”

Billy responds with a lazy nod of his head; and saunters off towards his Camaro.

…

The young girl in question; Hoppers daughter, sat on the porch bench, with her legs tucked underneath her and a sketchpad and a few pens resting on her lap. She glances up as she hears the roaring of an engine and a glimpse of a car that she had recently seen a lot of.

She quietly watches him step out of the blue Camaro and head towards the house – a new one they bought after the whole fiasco with the Demogorgon’s and Mind Flayer, which left their house a tattered mess – She frowns as she sees him looking at her with his sunglasses perched on his nose.

“Well, hello there princess, ready to go, are you?” He asks calmly, with a small smirk on his face, drawling the words out carefully, to which he is met by an amused expression and the roll of the eyes.

“Yeah, sure asshole, let’s go,” she mutters, loud enough so he can her and gathers her sketch pad and pens in one hand pulling them against her chest and extends her other hand towards him, which he gladly tugs, pulling her up, and resulting in her lightly smacking into his chest – slightly throwing him off balance.

But he doesn’t lose grip on both of them instead keeps the hold on her hand tight, and they both stare at each other – as of daring the other one to do something. It seems to last for ages, as she gazes into his blue eyes, etching every small detail of blue into her mind, until he clears his throat – prompting both of them to let go of their hold on each other and the blossoming of an awkward silence.

They don’t say anything to each other as they ride in silence to the police station as Bowie plays in the background to each other’s thoughts. It had been like this all summer, ever since Billy had started training with Hopper to become a cop – they would run into each other, whether at the station or at her house or other places and they had developed certain feelings for each other and a growing tension between them as neither one of them did anything about it. And like now, the tension hung between them – thickly, as both of them tried to dodge its heavy presence.

Billy eventually breaks the silence by clearing his throat and trying to make small talk.

“So… You’re pretty dolled up today, what’s up with that?” He asks uncertainly, to which she replies back hesitantly,

“We’ll I was going out today,” she says, and Billy nods as if telling her to go on. “Yeah, um, Steve showed up at work yesterday and asked if I wanted hang out today and you know I was like sure, cause El’s been hangin’ out with Mike A LOT lately – pretty sure they only suck each other’s faces all day long and I had the day of so I was like screw it, I’ll come!” She spoke, rambling on and Billy’s hands unconsciously tightened around the steering wheel, how could she neglect him for a goddamn dork? Is what kept replaying in his mind as she continued to talk, he felt a sinking feeling in his chest, and it was –

“- and Robin was like – OH MY GOD – BIILLY! She yells, snapping him into focus as he realizes they’re about to crash into a deer and he quickly stomps his foot on the pedal, bringing his precious Camaro to a screeching halt. Both of them are heaving slightly and hearts racing as they sit there in the middle of the woods.

“Billy. What the hell were you doing, asshole?” She bursts out, turning slightly to look at him incredulously, he looks at her – shock still evident on his face and he can’t bring himself to respond because he doesn’t understand what happened to him either.

“God, you could’ve killed both of us and that damn deer, dickhead, I don’t – Billy – I – I – what’s going on?” She looks at him and her expression morphs into one of concern and she extends a hand towards his cheek, holding it delicately with her hands – and he almost gives in.

Almost.

Instead he casts an icy look towards her, while pushing her hand away from him and responding with a cold, empty response.

“Nothing.”

He starts the car, and continues to drive towards the station, leaving both of them in the silence, thinking the same thing.

‘What the heck just happened?’

…

“(Y/n)! Hargrove!” Hopper bursts out, as both of them enter the station, both of them look at him as he leaves the people, he was having a heated discussion with. “FLO, She’s here!” He yells the other way while making his way towards them.

“Okay, so did you bring the, uh, stuff – oh okay, good – well, you can set up there and Flo’ll bring people in one-by-one, okay? Good. Great. Okay Hargrove wait up for me in my office will you, I’ll be there in a second.”

Billy nods in response and casts a final glance at the girl who he’s been secretly watching a lot in the past 10 minutes. She looks at him, and as they lock eyes for a fraction of a second, they both turn away and regret doing so. He hesitates – and then eventually deciding to leave, turns around and walks away leaving both daughter and father to look at him quizzically – for of course entirely different reasons.

“What’s up with him?” Hopper asks with a roll of his eyes, and she responds with a subsequent roll of her eyes.

“I wish I knew, but alas Billy Hargrove is an utter and complete mystery.” She sighs, watching his retreating figure disappear in the hallway.

“By the way thank you for doing this kiddo, you don’t know how much you helped get Flo of my back,” He says the last part in a whisper, afraid of the wrath of the old secretary.

“Dad, it’s no problem, really!” She yells, as he casts her a questioning look, he ends up laughing as she lightly smacks him in the chest.

“OK, ok, just tell me one thing, Hargrove didn’t do anything funny, did he?” He asks seriously, and her mind wanders to his demeaner back in the car, before scoffing incredulously.

“Seriously dad, let him try to do anything and I’d like to see him come out of it without any broken bones!” She exclaims, motioning her hands wildly, leaving her dad with a proud expression on his face.

…

Tap

Tap. Tap

Tap. Tap. Tap. Tap. Tap.

TAP. TAP. TAP.

(Y/n) tosses around in her bed, the growing taps on her windowsill ruining her much needed rest, as she groggily gets up and throws on the oversized blue sweater – that lay messily over the desk chair – over her and walks towards the windowsill. And as she approaches the window, she can sleepily make an outline of a … perm?

“Billy, what the he – “ She’s whisper-yelling as she opens the windowsill, only to be cut short by the sight of Billy covered in fresh cuts and bruises and a gust of strong wind.

He looks at her quietly, as she processes the sight in front of her and quickly ushers him inside – without making a sound.

“Billy, what happened – it’s – it’s 1am, what – “ She rambles on, scanning the room for a first aid kit, which she kept with her when El would have nosebleeds or Hopper would show up late and heavily beat-up.

He remains motionless, only watching her frantic motions to retrieve the proper tools to clean him up. She disappears into the bathroom and appears with a small red kit. She pushes him down on her bed, forcing him to sit on the edge so she can clean his cuts. She motions for him to take off his denim jacket – which he shrugs and lets fall to the ground.

“Umm, this is gonna sting a little, okay?” She tells him softly, applying water to a cloth and gently pressing it down on the cuts and bruises, while reaching out to grab his had gently as he lets out a hiss of pain. She gently squeezes his hand and he holds on to it loosely.

“Billy, what happened?” She whispers, loud enough just so he can hear her.

“Nothin’, just was doin’ some rounds per Hopper’s request, and I see these dipshits and I know they’re up to some shit and I go up to ‘em and tell them to get lost and they decide to beat me up.” She looks at him horrified, but nonetheless continues to thoroughly clean the wound, before turning away and doing so pulls her hand away from his – leaving him with a loss of touch and warmth from it.

She returns back with another cloth and steps closer to his body, before gently asking him “Hands?” And he lifts them up, and she struggles as not to cringe at the state of his bloody knuckles. She takes one hand in hers and starts to clean the cuts and wipe away the blood.

When both hands are done, she returns with dressings that she wraps his hands in, after applying an ointment on to them.

“Because I can’t wrap most of your cuts on your face, I’ll just have to put some bandages on the big cuts on your forehead and you can just keep an ice pack on the bruises that I can’t really cover up, okay? Oh and also please don’t touch you face for a while, it’ll infect it even further and don’t blow on any of the cuts either, okay? And don’t take the ice pack of for 10 minutes and then we’ll put it on again.” She muttered most of it to herself, but it still left a small smile on Billy’s face. He loved it when she spoke all medical nonsense to him, or even slightly cared about him. Coming from a household that was pretty hostile towards his late comings and goings – her attitude seemed to soothe him the most.

“You’ll have to stay here tonight, okay? Because I’ll need to change everything in the morning again – I’ll tell my dad you’re here, kay” She turns around to go see her dad, but instead he grabs her hand and pulls her back.

“No, please don’t. He really doesn’t have to know!” He tiredly tells her, and she looks at him absurdly, until finally giving into his request.

“Okaay,” She tells him, with a small smile on her lips. “Let me just get a blanket and pillow for me and, uh, you can take the bed.” But before she can go anywhere, he brings his arms to wrap around her waist pulling her closer to him.

“Noo, I’m pretty sure your bed could handle more than one person… hey, Come one! We could just stay in the same bed and you know, you wouldn’t have to explain anything to your dad in the morning?” He asks, and she looks at him unsure.

“Oh. Okay, I see, so you can just act like a shithead back in the car and refuse to talk to me and then show up at me house at 1 am in the morning – beat-up – and I’m just supposed to let you sleep in my bed. God. You’re so – “

“I’m sorry.” He blatantly cuts in and she just watches him – quietly.

“Ok.”

…

She wakes up by the sounds of yells and bangs from the kitchen. Hopper and El are having their daily argument of Eggo’s and she tries to get up, but a heavy arm is draped across her waist – stopping her from getting up.

“Ugh – huh?” She makes out, groggily.

Last night flashes through her mind, and she jolts right up, subsequently stirring Billy from his sleep.

“Billy – Get – Up – Now!” She emphasizes each word with a smack of a pillow on Billy.

“Ugh – god – stop it.” He mumbles, ignoring her frantic calls for him to get up.

“Billy, I will personally drag your ass all the way out of that window, so you end up falling from 2 stories up and leave you out there in the cold to suffer, if you don’t get up now, shithead!” She’s whisper-yelling at him, pulling at his arm to get up. After no response, and no contribution to get up – she leaves him on the bed and starts to get dressed. Frantically pulling open drawers and choosing clothes, she’s oblivious to Billy staring at her through one open eye, hid behind his arm and a small smirk on his face.

She sighs and releases a groan in frustration, as she looks as Billy (who is acting like a shithead and pretending to be asleep) and places her clothes on the bed and tries once again to get Billy out of the damn bed.

“Billy – you – are – so – big – ahh – get – up – shithead – “ She annunciates between pulls on his arm before the door is thrown open and she lets out a yell and Billy jolts upright – scared at the possibility at who might be at the door.

Eleven is staring at both of them – shocked – and the irritation on her face when she came in is no longer there. Instead she looks between the two figures (one shirtless on the bed and the other only in an over sized sweater) and the she locks eyes with you, and you end up a sputtering mess.

“El – it’s – it’s – um – gosh – Billy get of me – EL WAIT!” You scramble to let go of Billy and make your way to El before she says leaves and says anything to Hopper.

You catch her arm and pull her inside the room while simultaneously closing the door shut.

“Look – El – You cannot tell dad about this, okay?” You whisper – face full of worries, making El ask a simple question to which you end up sputtering nonsense.

“Why?” El asks innocently and you wonder to yourself why am I in this mess?

Somewhere between you being a sputtering mess and El being confused, Billy decides to speak up.

“I got beat up and (Y/n) here helped me with my cuts and we just don’t want Hopper to know because you know – he’ll get mad.” He blatantly replies, redirecting both girls’ attention towards him

El looks at them both, eyebrows furrowed and eventually nods at them both.

“Oh god thank you El so – so – “

“WHAT’S GOIN’ ON IN THERE?” She’s interrupted by Hopper banging at the door – reminding them both that they’ll all be late if they don’t hurry up.

You shoot Eleven a pleading look as she opens the door, revealing a haphazardly dressed Hopper.

“GUYS – oh – what’s going on in there?” He asks unsure of what’s going on, as El steps out closing the door slightly so Hopper can only see your figure in the doorway.

“(Y/n)’s just started her period.” She says to Hopper, who quickly turns white while you’re turning a deep red in embarrassment. While El starts to pull Hopper away from the room, she winks at the girl who’s blushing deep scarlet and says,

“So, yeah, let’s go dad and leave her be.” While Hopper is trying to comprehend how to form an actual sentence. He ends up turning around to yell,

“How – HOW ARE YOU GONNA GET TO WORK?” She thrusts her head out of the door to look at him and say hurriedly,

“I’ll – I’ll just have um – STEVE – to come and pick me up – yeaah, HAVE A GOOD DAY, LOVE YOU, BYE” She exclaims before slamming the door shut and breathing a sigh of relief, until realizing that Billy’s still here.

The boy in question (who was still shirtless – leading to her flushing red) was walking around the room admiring the place – from the cream walls which were covered in movie and book posters and adorned in a plethora of pictures, some in frames on the bedside table or on her desk – which was littered in trinkets or souvenirs of destinations from road trips. Most Polaroid’s around the room were mainly of you and El, (and most containing Hopper) while most of the newer ones were of you and Nancy, and Robin, since all of you had become close friends after the whole Mind Flayer business.

He also noticed that most of them contained Jonathan and Steve and when he realized that he was present in none of them – he felt his heart sink even further

“Ok, Billy, so now I’ll just remove the old bandages and put new ones over the wounds, and it should be good.” She says, dragging Billy out of his spiral of thoughts while pulling his arm to take him to the bed to work on his cuts and bruises.

“You’ve got a lot of pictures here, it’s nice” He says, wanting to interrupt the silence, and she looks up at him then around her room and shrugs.

“Mhmm, thanks, I started taking them when we found out about – um Sarah…” You didn’t finish the sentence and you didn’t need to – Billy knew what had happened, so instead he grabbed your hand and gave it a light squeeze as you gave him a soft smile.

“You know I’d have pictures of you up on here – of you actually hung out with me.” She starts of, “You’re only ever around if you know – you’re hurt, or dad sent you.”

And he doesn’t know what happened, but something in him snaps.

“Well, it looks like you have enough people to hang out with.” He comments, with an edge on his voice.

“I’m sorry, what’s that supposed to mean?” You ask, confused and slightly hurt.

“It means – you have enough people to hang out with – like Jonathan and Steve, so I really don’t need you to give me a pity look and try to be my friend!” He says, raising his voice in annoyance.

You only watch him in silent fury and hurt in your eyes, until you take your bag and items and head out of the room – leaving Billy while muttering,

“When you’re done, you can get out of my house Hargrove and stay out.” You mutter softly and it doesn’t change the fact about how it hurts him right in the chest and how much he wants to say sorry – but doesn’t.

You close the door quietly and your footsteps echo lightly – and Billy wishes you had exploded, slammed the door, yelled at him, hit him – anything, because watching you slip quietly away from his fingers – hurts more than anything else.

…

He wants to slam the door or punch the wall – but can’t. So instead he paces around the room in quiet anger – until a certain glimpse of a drawing catches him off-guard. He walks towards her desk, which is littered with pencils and paintbrushes and her drawing pad – wide open, on the floor are scattered pieces of artwork – from paintings aligned against the wall or resting on the easel.

A picture of him is what he’s staring at. It’s a sketch but finely detailed and drawn with such gentleness; he slowly picks up the drawing and folds it up and tucks it inside his jeans pocket and takes one last glance at her room – before leaving through the window.

…

“Charlie, Fuck of, will you!” You yell at her across the art store. She was the other employee at the art supply store you worked at in Starcourt.

“Hopper. Tell me. Please.” She begs, walking towards you with pleading hands.

“Why do you wanna know so badly?” You ask, tired of her antics that keep annoying you as you try to shelve the new supplies that came in the morning.

“Please. It – it’s just than Justin’s asked me out on a date next weekend, and I don’t wanna go alone!” And you look at her unimpressed. “AND, if you could just please tell me if you’re dating anybody – then we could go on a double date or somethin’!”

“And what if I’m not dating anybody?” You ask, regretting it after she replies,

“Then I’ll just ask somebody to go on a date with you?” She responds, uncertainly, and you roll your eyes.

“No thanks Char,” You say, stepping down off the ladder, and making your way into the back to change clothes.

“Ugh.” She whines, exaggerating a pout as you walk out with a change of clothes – no longer wearing the company apron over your white sleeveless dress, but holding a blue denim jacket in your hands, which you put on while ignoring your blonde-haired friend’s pleading cries to go on a double date with her.

“(Y/n)! Goddamn it – Wait!” She hurriedly exclaims throwing her apron in the back door and yelling out for Dan (The other, other employee who preferred not to talk to either of you, mainly because you think he hates both of you) to cover her shift, before running out of the shop to follow you.

“Oh – my – god – please – stop – walking!” Charlie exclaims between breaths, before you abruptly stop in the middle of the mall – both of you looking strange, as one girl is panting heavily with an arm around the other girl’s shoulders.

“Ok. Ok – okay, I’m fine now,” She finally says, regaining her posture. While looking at your appearance – she notices your jacket and casts a curious glance at you. “Wait – when did you get that jacket?” She asks her hazel eyes burning a hole in your eyes as you feel yourself blushing red.

“Hey Hopper, answer me!” She asks getting excited, and you quietly mumble – hoping she wouldn’t hear it,

“It’s Billy’s,” But she hears you and squeals there, attracting the attention of passing teenagers, “But – SHHHHH!” You say dragging her away, to a corner.

“I KNEW IT!” She says, “You’re dating Billy!”

“I’m NOT!” You reply back hotly.

“The why’re you wearing his jacket?” She fires back.

“He left it at my house.” You mumble softly.

“WHAT?”

“Hey Shithead, can you get any louder, Shut up!”

“No, you’re dating Billy – which means you can come with me and Justin!”

“WE AREN’T DATING!” You exclaim before storming off, out of the Mall into the parking lot – where the sun was setting, creating blush ribbon cascades in the sky – and you take a deep breath to calm yourself, before Charlie finds you again.

“Hey Princess,” A voice begins as arms wrap around your waist, and you let a yelp.

“BILLY – WHAT THE – “ You try to say, before he cuts in,

“Hey, let me explain. Please” He whispers the last part – and you don’t know why you trusted him – but you did and he guides you to his blue Camaro, and you lean against the hood as he watches you against the soft pink sky – with undertones of orange and a looming blue.

“You look pretty,” He begins, “Even more so with my jacket.” He says with a small smirk on his face as you start blushing.

“Well, if you hadn’t left it at my house…” You start while shrugging the jacket off.

“No, Keep it.”

You smile gratefully, shrugging the jacket back on again – taking in the scent of cologne and an undertone of cigarettes and something you couldn’t put your finger onto, but it brought comfort to you.

“Well then, you’ll see it in a week, covered with graphite stains.” You remark, as you always left graphite stains on tables and desks and your clothes (which greatly annoyed your dad).

“I count on it.”

A beat passes in silence.

“Billy – “

“Look – “

Both of you start – but Billy starts again, this time walking closer to you so you’re both toe to toe and you can clearly see the detail of blue in his eyes.

“– I’m sorry, really. About what I said at your house and in the car, about how I act all annoying and snap all the time, and I’m sorry I don’t tell you how I feel.” He says toying with your hands, “And most of all, I’m sorry for not doing this sooner.” He mumbles before leaning into you.

You froze the second his lips captured yours – but then instinctively responded, threading your hands through his hair as his hands wrap around your waist.

It feels like a whole summer of unspoken feeling are unraveled and you both don’t wanna let go.

“I KNEW IT!”

You both break apart, at the shrill yell of Charlie, who appeared in the parking lot with Robin and another girl – whose name has totally slipped your mind but you knew she was hanging around Steve a lot lately – Charlie skips towards you and Billy – who’s lips are slightly swollen and hair – a mess. His arms are still around your waist, and yours on his chest.

“I KNEW IT! I KNEW IT! Wait – why did you lie to me?” Charlie bursts, looking at both of you – expecting answers.

“It – it’s um, um – “ You’re pretty sure your mind just reset after that kiss, and you can’t comprehend anything.

“Wait. Who are you?” Billy asks, confused as to who Charlie is.

“Oh. Yeah. Hi, I’m Charlie Williams. I work with Hopper over here, at ‘The Artist’s Loft’ at Starcourt. You’re her boyfriend, right?”

Billy interjects before you could tell Charlie to screw off,

“Depends, if Hopper here says yes.” He says slyly, smirking lightly.

“To what?” You ask, curious and annoyed.

“CHARLIE! You shithead, Smith’s been callin’ you for a solid 5 minutes, hurry up will you!” Robin interjects into the conversation.

“SHIT!” Charlie yells, running the other direction, as Robin laughs loudly.

“Your welcome,” Robin comments, approaching both of you in the parking lot

“This is why you’re my best friend.” You say gratefully.

“I know, anyways, you and lover boy better hurry up before Charlie comes back – also please don’t continue to make out, I will throw up.” She says blandly before catching up with the girl she showed up with (whose name you still can’t remember, Henderson?). And you tuck your head into Billy’s chest – face red with embarrassment as he chuckles, and you can feel his chest vibrate.

“Sooo…” He starts off, as you look up at him.

“Mhmm” You reply, playing with his hair

“Would you wanna go out with me princess?” He asks, a little nervous, and you decide to toy around with him.

“Hmm, I don’t know – “You say, and as soon as you see Billy’s expression fall, you giggle, leading him to be confused and you stand on your tip toes and press a chaste kiss against his lips, before responding.

“Yes. Yes, Of course!” And he grins.

“Oh, and also, about how you were all mopey in my room about how we don’t have any pictures together, I thought we could take one now?”

You start, pulling a polaroid camera out of your bag, and as you’re about to snap a picture of both of you, Billy captures your lips in a small kiss.

“Billy!” You laugh, as the picture comes out.

“Sorry, if I want to enjoy the company of my girlfriend!” He says wrapping his arms around yours and pulling you in to his chest, placing his head on yours.

“Hey, do you wanna go somewhere with me?”

“Mhmm, I’d love to.” You whisper softly.

…

Le fin.

(I was thinking about a pt. 2 with overprotective! Hopper and I just - Tell me what you think????)

Also,,, how was this fic???

#Billy Hargrove #billy hargrove fluff #billy hargrove imagines #billy hargove imagine #billy hargove x reader #stranger things fics #stranger things #dacre x you #dacre imagine #dacre montgomery #steve harrington #eleven #robin stranger things #robin buckley #jim hopper

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dreamsafterhours · 4 years ago

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college boyfriend!markhyuk au series: II (mark’s pathway)

a universe in which roommates!markhyuk meet each other's s/o in class

markhyuk are roommates, my/n and dy/n are roommates, mark and dy/n take classes together and so do donghyuk and my/n — how will their fates intertwine?

genre: fluff, some angst pairing: platonic!donghyuk+my/n, surprise visit from mark format: dotpoint AU universe: non idol, college best friend warning: a lil swearing (best get used to it)

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I ⇤ | II | ⇥ III

II: relationship consolidation.. it’s platonic i swear

the fellowship continues (donghyuk + my/n)

hello again

are we ready

ever-ready i’m going whether u r or not lol idc you’re COMING

aight so ;;, donghyuk,

this boi,,

to meet someone new who he sees as almost a personal challenge,, to befriend and get to That Point™ in the friendship where you can talk about anything and everything without judging each other

he doesn’t have many friends that he can do that with tbh,, , he does have a lot of friends and people he knows and has conversed with but not a lot of friends he can crack jokes with and know they don’t take it personally

lots of dark humour and sometimes suggestive ones and political jokes and all that shit ,, intellectual puns and suicidal jokes,,, the lot

the basics for gen z humour right

he just wants someone to talk to and explore different concepts and abstract meanings and philosophical questions and get new perspectives on things he’d never thought about before

but also be able to say “ah fuck me upside down” without it actually affecting the relationship bc you’re just that close

sometimes it’s hard to have that relationship with the predominantly straight boys he surrounds himself with a lot of the time

and he’s always wondered what it’d be like to have a female friend like that and unfortunately he hasn’t befriended anyone and gotten to that point yet that he can ask genuine questions for the female point of view on certain topics

so meeting you,, and finding out you’re going for the same faculty after your undergrad course ,,,. then you being genuinely comfortable with him and his jokes and openly willing to accept his humour

he’s like /exclamation point appears above his head/

will this be The One™

so he lowkey ,, unintentionally,, in the process of getting to know you

develops a smol crush on you

it’s unintentional but he can’t help the fact that he falls in love really quickly but is also capable of getting over people fairly quickly if they don’t reciprocate his feelings and seems to be okay with that

but who can blame him for liking you??

you’re really damn cute

and genuinely good company

when he hinted that you could get married and have children in the future,,

his thought process was that ahaha i’m kidding.. unless?

so yes he was flirting but like ,, experimental flirting

and over the next couple of weeks he continues flirting with you

random lines like

“hey you look familiar, have i taken a class with you before?” he literally said this on the second day of classes with you

you honestly thought he was being genuine and actually didn’t remember you so you were like wait what ??? you literally walked me to my next class yesterday../? how? do you forget that??

and then he pulls a

“really? i swear we had chemistry” hand stroking his invisible beard

and then laughing at your reaction when you deadpan

“it was biology, donghyuk”

and sometimes u keep having that thought that u had in the middle of ur first lecture together, how he’s probably like this with everyone and he can easily befriend anyone else he’s probably gonna end up being those people that you know vaguely

but then you realise he’s been waiting in the same spot outside the lecture theatre every morning and afternoon, leaning on the wall, and looking up occasionally

smiling when he finds you in the crowd, picking up his bag from the floor and making his way over to you to walk into the lecture together

and you decide hm? he sticks around, i’ll stick around

on a separate occasion in some study session he’s like

“are you my appendix because i have no idea how you work, but the feeling in my stomach makes me want to take you out”

and you’re like “wow looks like you went ahead in the course donghyuk we don’t have human anatomy until next year. but how’s tmr at 7”

“perfect i’ll pick you up wear something nice”

hold

and then he bURSTS OUT LAUGHING and HOLLERING and yelling about how that was a good one tho right

you’re both in this sort of grey area where neither of you know where this is going

the reason he’s been saying all these things is to see what you were comfortable with in conversation and trying to analyse from your reaction whether or not you were actually flirting back or not

he’s ranted to mark in his dorms about it a couple times ,,

and so have you with your roommate

you return to your dorm after a day of doing a lot of back and forth semi flirting with donghyuk and you collapse onto your bed

your roommate looks over from her desk like “u good bro”

"i’m confused”

“fair enough”

“seriously idk if this kid is actually flirting with me or whether he’s practising on me or what”

“is this the donghek boi”

“yeah donghyuk” aka your future s/o yEET

you sit up and look at her

“uk what he said to me today”

she turns in her chair to face you fully,, ready for the tea

so you tell her the pickup line he came up with that day & your response to it and then his reaction to that bc he always seems to go for it but then tap out afterwards when you actually respond

and now you’re thinking,, do you really like him as more than a friend ??

and its???

so ?confusing to you

if you can’t tell if you like him for sure then you probably don’t, romantically

but then what effect are your responses having on him

what he actually does like you and all those flirty comments are genuine??? and you’re /internal gASP moment/

what if you’re leading him on?? what if it’s always gonna be him initiating the flirting but you’re accepting it with insincerity?

you decide this goes entirely against your morals

and you tell this to your roommate and she goes hmm,,

if you don’t feel committed to the idea of that,, then you don’t have to feel obligated to keep it going,, be honest with him ,, draw lines if you have to .. yes leading people on is a bad thing and it’s gonna affect the friendship

but also maybe it really is just part of the humour and that’s the friendship dynamic he wants to build with you?

so you decide to sleep on it bc it’s 1am and significant choices should not be made when drowsy and you’ve lost a lot of sleep these past couple days anyway

not that you get good sleep that night anyways

meanwhile donghyuk is shrugging @ mark like

“idk bro do i like her?? or do i like the idea of having someone to say that to”

“and yes she returns the gestures but then also i don’t think she means it? do we just keep it at that and keep being friends like WHAT IF I CATCH FEELINGS”

and mark is just staring at him like dude idk don’t ask me

“you’re so bad at giving advice mark”

but you wake up the next morning and decide to have a serious conversation with him after class bc that day you have a free hour after your lecture

it’s all you can think about during the class so you’re kinda distracted plus the partial sleep deprivation is getting to you

and he notices so he’s like

“bro u alright?”

so you just think fuck it and go

“hey real talk tho”

“ya”

“maybe i’ve been overanalysing this so,, tell me if i am but”

“sure”

“do you ,,, actually mean all those pickup lines ,, like are they based off, , real feelings or is this just part of the friendship dynamic”

and you’re almost surprised when he gets serious with you

he’s always been so lighthearted and sarcastic about things

but when he listens to your side of things and how you’re worried about whether or not you’ve been leading him on or something

he lets you finish and just tells you his feelings as well

“i’ve always wondered what it’d be like to have that dynamic and i guess i tried it on you without being honest ,, half to see if you would flirt back and half to just joke around ,;; i’m sorry that you got confused but i guess this means you don’t have? romantic feelings?”

so you have to reply honestly

“not necessarily ,, it’s been fun to have these conversations and laugh at pickup lines but”

“nothing behind it right”

“..yeah”

and instead of putting a damper on the atmosphere

it’s actually

refreshing

it clears the air in a way you didn’t expect

“right? nah it’s fun what we have going”

and you agree

aside from the confusion behind the flirting it’s been really fun talking to him and getting to know him

half of him was a lil disappointed that it didn’t go the romantic path but then again he wasn’t sure he had romantic feelings anyway

so he settles for

The Best Friend™

and so the friendship turns into sibling-like teasing and petty arguing from that day onwards

legit you’ll catch him staring

“what” “wHat” “what u lookin at” “whAt U loOkIn At” “stop copying me” “sToP CoPYinG mE” /you slap his arm/ “oW”

whimpers a lil clutching his arm uwu babie

“you hit harder than the bass drop”

sending each other bio memes and yelling at each other to go commit lysis

“lysosomes can take you out because you’re TRASH”

“i would send a macrophage after you you PATHOGEN”

calling him a parasite when he asks u for notes that he missed in class but it happens vice versa anyways lmfao

then one morning lab class he forgets his pencil case in his dorm like he forgot his laptop on the first day

except this time you call him a forgetful dumbass

all while offering a pencil from your own pencil case

which he takes

so he calls his roommate who “has a noon class and is probs still sleeping lol” to ask him if he can bring it down for him bc he’s got more lab classes that day

so after the class you wait outside the building for his roommate to arrive

and when he does he gives you a rlly nice smile and says “ʰᶦ”

“oh hello”

“yes this is my adoptive younger sister and my/n this is my roommate the Elder”

“ah you’re overreacting” the roommate turns to you and u ,, gotta admit ,

he’s really cute ,,, “don’t listen to anything donghyuk says, all he does is lie”

“hEY i am a SINCERE MEMBER OF CIVILISATION”

the roommate points to donghyuk again and goes “see he’s even lying about being civil”

so you laugh and gang up on donghyuk like “oh i saw through him a long time ago”

“wow he even lied about how” /puts up air quotes/ “ugly you AREN’T”

“wHAT”

“HE SAID IT NOT ME”

donghyuk is flabbergasted at this point

“wHEN DID I SAY THAT MY/N WAS UGLY”

“WANNA TELL ME THAT YOURSELF MR LEE DONGHYUK HUH”

which results in a sulky hyuk and you two laughing at his reaction of being Wronged™

he regrets letting u two meet in that moment

oh but we don’t

“ok u did ur mission. u can go now”

“so mean :((”

but donghyuk’s roomie waves at you while turning to leave and you wave back ,,

trying to calm yourself bc you’re highkey feeling kinda hot ur cheeks r burning up

he said ?? donghyuk was lying when he said u were ugly?

damn

donghyuk’s pickup lines had never been direct compliments about you

but this one from his roommate wasn’t a pickup line it was just

a statement

and it made u feel a typa way

dw baby it’s gonna be a happy ending uwu

and u tell ur roomie that night abt it too

“bRO his rOOMMATE”

“what’s his NAME i gotta FANGIRL WITH YOU”

“.. idk”

“.. oh”

/short pause, lip smack/

“.. lib tomorrow?”

“.. ya sure”

the next day after classes you check your phone and see that she’s texted you asking if her friend and his friend from eng lit can come and join you guys in the lib

and, naturally, u don’t see why not

so u reply

“the more the merrier”

the more the merrier for us too sweetie hmm hmm

eeeeeeéeeeeeèeeeeee

mhm mhm mhm it’s finally getting somewhere

click here to continue your friendship with eng lit!mark!

I ⇤ | II | ⇥ III

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anonsally · 4 years ago

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Days 79-82 of COVID-19 shelter-in-place

These have been four very intense days both globally and personally. This admittedly long post will focus more (but not exclusively) on the personal side of that.

Day 79 was Wednesday. I hadn’t had enough sleep, but I got up at a reasonable hour because I needed a ballet class. Before class started, I got a call from the medical center for scheduling a procedure I need to have done. That will be in 2 weeks, contingent on me testing negative for COVID-19 four days beforehand. I’m anxious about the procedure but will be glad to get it over with after several months of worry. Anyway, ballet class was good for calming me down.

It was hot out. I did my parents’ grocery shopping (and bought a few things for us) and then had a nice conversation with my dad when I dropped off his groceries. We talked about the state of the world. He told me about a city that had literally fired its entire police department and started over... which is what we probably need on a national level, with very few exceptions.

I refueled the car on the way home and got a predictably late start on my work day. Wife got two more job interviews scheduled at very different companies. I took a walk, spotting another Steller’s jay at the bird feeders. The jays are so much larger than the little birds who frequent the feeders!

I then went to try to buy milk, but the tiny independent market had closed early to enable the employees to get home before curfew. So I had to go to Trader Joe’s instead. By the time I got home I was somewhat demotivated about food prep, but luckily Wife pulled herself together and scrambled me an egg. I didn’t manage to get to bed till 1am, which was at least an hour later than I’d intended, but Wife was still up at 4am!

Day 80. I forced myself to get up at 8:30 since I knew I would need to go to bed early that night. I arranged to (video-)meet with my boss at 12:30. I started work around 11am or so and got a few thing done. The meeting with my boss was good--partly social, discussing how we were coping with the situation and working from home, what we missed about the office, and such, but we also talked about what I’ve been working on. She reminded me that the study section reviewing my grant application will be meeting this month, so I will have to remember to check my scores.

Afterwards we had a meeting with a few other coworkers, which was fairly productive. I had a short “coffee break” video call with a colleague, too. The county-wide curfew was lifted a day early.

After work, I took a walk in a direction I hadn’t gone in a while. Was heartened to see Black Lives Matter signs even in cul-de-sacs in a wealthy, mainly white neighborhood. I picked up takeout for dinner, and did a bunch of Adulting in the early evening, including preparing for the next morning. I was in bed by 10:45pm.

Day 81. My alarm got me up at 5am, and we left at 6am. We got to the medical center on time at 7am and I went in (Wife was not allowed to accompany me, but had to be there to drive me home; there was a separate room across the street for visitors to wait in, which was good because it was suddenly very cold outside). Initially, there was a lot of waiting, during which I did a little bit of yoga and dancing as I knew I would not be able to move much for the rest of the day. I was there for a diagnostic procedure involving a needle (for data privacy reasons I won’t get more specific here; it’s unrelated to the procedure I’m having in 2 weeks), which required me to remain horizontal for 4 hours afterwards, at least according to the information they’d given me beforehand. I had to be fasting from midnight the night before: no food or drink, including water.

Eventually I was wheeled down to the ultrasound department, where the doctor who planned to do the procedure met me and the radiologists. However, when they looked at the images, there were a lot of vessels around. The doctor did not feel confident that she could do the procedure based on a mark on my skin without accidentally hitting a blood vessel. So she asked the radiologists to do it as an ultrasound-guided procedure, which would be safer since they would be able to see what they were doing on the ultrasound. This procedure was done with only local anaesthetic. Mostly I couldn’t feel what was going on, and it was supposed to be very quick, but unfortunately, the resident had a lot of trouble--the senior radiologist was trying to guide him through doing, but he couldn’t get the needle positioned quite right, and in the end the senior radiologist had to do it herself. It was pretty uncomfortable and there were some moments where it was quite painful. I tried to breathe deeply and stay relaxed, but it was hard. When they finally got it to work, it was over pretty quickly. I was relieved. It was about 11am by then.

However, I had to spend an hour in a large recovery room with many other patients, while my blood pressure and pulse were monitored. I had expected to have the procedure done upstairs in the room where I’d started, where I had left all my stuff. They very kindly sent someone up to retrieve my phone for me so I could at least text Wife and my parents so they would know the worst of it was over.

After an hour I was wheeled upstairs and transferred from the gurney to a bed (this took 3 people as I was not allowed to stand up yet) for more monitoring. They drew my blood to test my blood counts; I was going to be allowed to leave after only 2 hours of bed rest if the counts were stable. After the 2 hours, I was allowed to get up and use the bathroom (and grab the crossword puzzles from my backpack to work on), and then I continued resting while waiting first for the blood counts, which finally came back fine, and then for the discharge papers, which took an unreasonably long time. Around 2pm the nurse finally allowed me to have some ice--hoorah! (I was parched. I normally drink at least 2 liters of water per day.) At 2:40pm I was cleared to leave; I texted Wife, who went to get the car and picked me up at the entrance to the hospital at about 3pm.

Literally every single person on the hospital staff was kind and friendly. They all introduced themselves to me by name, including the people whose job it was to simply wheel me from one place to another, and they all seemed to be invested in my well-being. When I was being wheeled through the hallway, whenever we passed anyone else who worked there they smiled and said hello both to me and to the person in charge of transporting me. It seemed like everyone working really considered themselves a team, with respect for everyone regardless of place in the hospital hierarchy. Since, like all patients during this pandemic, I was there alone and a bit anxious, it made the experience much less unpleasant than it could have been.

I spent 8 hours in the hospital, so I really hope I didn’t catch COVID-19, but the procedures seemed pretty good. I was wearing a mask almost all the time (except in the room where I was waiting at the beginning and end, which was essentially private), as were all the employees, and everyone was sanitising their hands every time they entered or exited a room or touched any equipment. I also didn’t spend the whole time with any one person. So, hopefully it was safe.

I spent the rest of the afternoon vedging out at home, rehydrating, and finally eating, and I went to bed earlier than usual though later than I expected, around 12:15am.

Day 82. I wanted to try to get a lot of sleep so my body could heal from yesterday’s ordeal, so today I slept till about 10am. The wound from the procedure is tender to the touch and there’s a small bruise near it, but otherwise I’m not in pain from it. Except my ankle is in more pain than it’s been in for ages, and I have no idea why. Maybe I slept on it funny? Or maybe it’s an aftereffect of the weird position I had to hold during the procedure.

I think my joy at getting to eat cereal this morning was perhaps a bit over-the-top!

Wife had a bad headache today, likely caused by neck tension from all the driving yesterday. I am still pretty tired today, despite all the sleep, but I suppose that’s to be expected.

We went to the farmers’ market and stumbled upon a socially-distanced, family-friendly protest. A friend of mine was there with her kids, but I didn’t see her. We bought our produce--though I had to make an extra trip back to the car to drop off my purchases, as I am not supposed to lift anything heavy today. The stand with the curried fish had run out, but they still had some uncooked prepped fish, so we bought that and they explained how to steam it at home. We came home and cooked the fish and ate it for lunch; it was just as good as it would’ve been if they’d cooked it. Phew! Other than that we’ve been relaxing at home, though Wife did gather her energy and go for a run, which has helped to relieve her headache a little (as has the bath she took afterwards, and the painkillers she took).

I’m hoping to feel up to taking a dance class (online) tomorrow.

#personal #dance #birdwatching #Health Care #food #even though there is no picture of food here #black lives matter #epidemiology #activism #tl;dr

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honey-subs · 4 years ago

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hi i missed being on ur page so im back even tho its almost 1 am : UMM ceo!reader finds out a person wants to work at her idk company and then she sees this guy and he looks cute n polite and then learns that its yoongi and they both bcome friends and then have feelings and u can imagine the rest😳😳 - 💸

hello!! it’s 1am for you?? it’d 11:40 smth in the morning for me 😳 also, this is top tier. imagine how shy he’d be once he realized he had feelings for you 🥺 he’d literally do anything you asked him without any complaint, and when you finally admit your feelings as well he’d be over the moon pls this is so softttt 🥺

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lovehugsandcandy · 5 years ago

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Who Killed Jason Shaw? Chapter 4: Ximena (RoD, Colt x MC)

Summary: Ximena joins Ellie in scoping the crime scene.

Rating: R (discussions of death)

Pairing: Colt x MC, RoD

Length: ~2200 words

Ellie walked downstairs to the smell of coffee and sound of grease splattering on the range. No nightmares, again; maybe she was turning the corner. She was so sick of Shaw haunting her dreams, taunting her, threatening the people she loved. Maybe his death had freed her too.

She didn’t even need to say hello before her dad turned at her footsteps, plate in his hand. “Time for breakfast with your old man?”

“Always.” She followed him into the dining room to dig into the Ellie Special. “So...how’s work going?”

He raised an eyebrow. “Fine. Busy.”

“Busy with anything in particular?”

“Are you fishing for information?” His eyes narrowed.

She hung her head, contrite. “I wanted to know about Shaw, of course.”

“No news. ME thinks they can have a cause-of-death before the weekend, probably Friday.” Her stomach dropped. Three days. Three days to investigate. “If one of those punks did this, they’re going down.”

“Dad, they didn’t do anything!”

“Really.” Her dad dropped his fork onto the table. “You expect me to believe that a crew of known criminals, thirsty for revenge, didn’t take the opportunity to take him out?”

“They didn’t do it, Dad.” She leaned forward to glare at him; he peered back. She met his eyes head on, not daring to blink.

“Ellie....Have you- You’ve been investigating them, haven’t you.” It wasn’t even a question, a pointed statement that he spit in her direction.

“I have.”

“I told you to stay away from them! What are you think-”

She pushed her plate away, appetite vanishing. “And do you know what I’m finding? A bunch of teenagers who were targeted by a corrupt LAPD, half of them in hid-.”

“The Kaneko kid’s twenty, not a teena-.”

“I know damn well how old Colt is!” She pushed her chair back, the screech of tile loud in the room, and stood, eyes narrowed venomously at her dad.

He stared right back. “Is that where you’ve been going when you’re not here?” She froze. “When you leave when I head out on shift? When you say you’re sleeping over Riya’s?”

Ellie swallowed.

“Dammit, Ellie, he’s a criminal.”

She blinked back the tears behind her eyes. “He didn’t do this.”

“Then who did?”

“Isn’t it your job to actually find out? And not rush to judgement?” She left the rest of her breakfast uneaten as she fled, feet slamming on the stairs, back up to her room.

~~~~~

After her dad had left and she had finished her brooding, she headed out, driving down roads she had only been down a few times before, stopping on a deserted side street. She made sure to lock it and walked the few blocks, passing liquor stores and check cashing services before seeing the dim tattoo parlor, sandwiched in between a wig shop and an abandoned storefront, iron bars rusting in the windows.

Unlike the surroundings, the parlor looked neat and clean as she ducked in, bell cheerfully ringing above her head. “Hello!”

“Hi, sweetie.” A familiar voice called from the back and, after a few seconds, its owner emerged with a wide smile from down the hallway. Ximena was a sight for sore eyes, a towering gentle giant clad in a black tank; it was almost like no time had passed at all and Ellie was still a naive high schooler getting in over her head.

“X.” She couldn’t stop the smile from spreading ear-to-ear as she was bundled into a signature hug. “How are you?”

“I’m great. You? How’s school?”

Ellie could feel the tension in her shoulders lessen. “Good. I’m good.”

“Are those....” Ximena took her palm, carefully rotating her hand in careful fingers. “Are those tatoos?”

“Oh my God, no.” Ellie laughed, pulling her hand back and stuffing it in her pocket. “Temporary. Riya wanted to experiment; I think she’s jealous of the feather you did on me.”

“Ok. Because this is my full-time gig until Colt has the shop is up and running; you know you need to get all your tats from me!”

“I would never cheat on you, I swear.”

“Good.” Ximena’s face dropped in concern. “You know, I talked to Toby. He told me your dad thinks one of us killed Shaw.”

“Yeah.” And, the tension was back, fear creeping into her spine. She wasn’t a naive high schooler after all; a year later, she was in too deep. Again. “X, I’m scared.”

Ximena turned to her, eyes questioning in the bright light of the shop. “Of what?”

“What if-” Ellie let her breath out slowly between clenched teeth. “What if one of the crew goes down for this?”

“Oh Ellie...” She swept Ellie into her arms again, hands running comforting circles down her shoulder blades. “Do you really think one of us did it?”

“No. No no no but...”

“But it’s not the first time the cops lied to you?”

Ellie’s face fell. “Yeah.” She looked out the window, neon lights casting an eerie tinge on the pavement. “Exactly.”

“Do you trust your dad?”

“I trust that he will investigate to the best of his ability.”

“Then I think you need to trust that it will all work out.”

Ellie sighed. “Easier said than done.”

“Have you seen everyone else?”

“Not yet. I saw Colt and Toby already. I’m going to see Mona tomorrow cuz I need to return her car and Logan after that.”

“You borrowed Mona’s car?”

“Yeah, my dad’s crappy-”

The ringing of the phone interrupted the her sentence and Ellie mouthed an apology, grabbing her phone. “Hey, Toby.”

“Ellie! I am amazing! I am the Aragon of the internet! The Khaleesi of dragoning! The Bruce Wayne of-”

“Huh?” At Ximena’s confusion, she put it on speaker. “Toby, I don’t know what you’re talking about. And X is here.”

“Hi, X! Listen listen listen both of you...I was able to get into Jason’s bank info!!!”

Damn. Toby could get a spot on the force if he kept this up. “What did you find?”

“Listen, the night he died-” She could hear Colt in the background, voice raised. “The night he died, he was at the Tattle Tale.

“What? What? time?”

“Late. Looks like a little after midnight.”

“Police report said the crash was right after that, before 1.”

“Maybe he was drunk? Maybe-” There was a scuffle, a few curses; Ellie grimaced.

When she put the receiver back to her head, it was a new voice on the line. “Hey, El.”

“Hi, Colt.”

“Listen, you know how expensive drinks are there. There’s no way he was drunk off one beer.”

“Ok...”

“I think he was meeting someone.”

“Are you playing detective again?” She rolled her eyes. “I wanted you to stay out of it.”

Colt continued. “But if we could find out who he was meeting, then we have a lead.”

“We?” She furrowed her brow. “But you’re not-”

“Ellie, this could be your break! Don’t you want to see what we can dig up at the bar?”

“Urgh. Ok, Detective Kaneko. I’ll let you know if I need backup, partner.” She hung up the phone with a sigh and hung her head; she couldn’t help but feel like she was involving the people she loved further and further into this debacle.

The excited voice in front of her added to the feeling. “We should go check it out!”

“What?” Ellie’s face fell as she turned to Ximena.

“Let’s go to The Tattle Tale! I can take lunch now and we can head over and look for clues!”

“X, this isn’t a game!” Her voice was harsh, unexpectedly so judging by the way Ximena recoiled. “I feel like everyone isn’t taking this seriously! Someone could go to jail!”

X put her hands up placatingly, then moved closer to rub Elle’s arm. “I know, sweetie, I know. But if no one in the crew did it, then we should try to prove their innocence as best we can.”

Ellie blinked and nodded, slowly. “Ok. Let’s go.”

~~~~~

It was deserted when they pulled into the parking lot of The Tattle Tale and Ellie clambered out of Ximena’s electric car.

“No lights in the parking lot.”

“What?” Ellie looked over at her before glancing around. There were no light poles here though, at midday, it didn’t much matter; the sun shone so blindingly overhead, Ellie needed to shield her eyes to see.

“Well, Toby said he was here at midnight, right? It would have been dark in this parking lot.”

Ellie stared at her, eyes wide.

“Oh come on.” X groaned at her. “It’s not the first time I’ve cased a joint.” She took a few steps away from the car, turning in slow circles to see. “It’s only open for dinner apparently, but he would have come out here to get in his car and then....” She trailed off, looking at the road. “Where did he crash?”

“The 405. North of here.”

“On ramp’s right there.” Ximena pointed, curve of the pavement rising above the ground only blocks away. “So he drove over there, got on the highway, and crashed?”

“I guess?”

Ximena surveyed the ground around them. “When was the crash?”

“Early Monday morning? 1am?”

“Probably nothing left here then. Let’s walk over to the highway.”

“X, we don’t need to do that.” Ellie edged back to the car. “We really don’t need to...”

But Ximena was already heading out of the parking lot, calling out over her shoulder, “What could it hurt?”

Ellie threw her hands in the air before following, breaking into a run to catch up to the long stride. “What in the world are we doing?”

“Humor me.”

“Is everyone trying to be a detective?”

Ximena smirked. “I will if it will keep us out of jail.”

“X...” Ellie took a deep breath. “I have to ask...”

“I didn’t kill Shaw.”

“Do you have an alibi?”

“Sunday night? I was working late at the shop, a complex sleeve on a regular client. It was the third session; he’d vouch for me.”

Ellie’s shoulders dropped in relief as they neared the overpass. One less person for her dad to target.

“Look over here!”

“What?” She followed X as she walked over to the concrete barrier, pale concrete supports of the overpass towering over them. “What is it?”

“Look at this junk!” X stared down. “it’s like everyone who drives by just throws their litter here. Don’t they care about the environment?”

Ellie looked down, skeptically; it was a mountain of trash, an ocean of paper and plastic bags, cascading in waves behind the concrete. “Yeah. Apparently everyone who drives by eats Big Macs.”

“Oh my God!” Ximena grabbed her arm.

“What?”

“Sorry, I...” X threw her hand to her mouth to cover the giggles. “I saw that black hair and thought it was a dead body. But it’s a wig.”

Ellie blinked.

“There’s lots of random stuff over here. Lots of trash, ew, needles. Clothes....oh my God, why would there be clothes here?” Ximena wrinked her nose. “Oh, look, an old stop sign! I can add this to the decor at the shop!” She leaned over, peering intently at the mess.

“How do we know what is pertinent? I feel like this is just junk.”

“I have no idea.”

Ellie raked her eyes over the side of the road before looking up at the overpass, traffic booming overhead, road above her vibrating with the weight of the tractor trailers whizzing by. “You know what is actually pertinent?” X raised an eyebrow. “The LAPD didn’t come by to pick up any of this stuff. It’s not evidence.”

“True...”

“It’s just trash, isn’t it?”

Ximena laughed. “One person’s trash is another person’s treasure.”

“You’re taking that stop sign, aren’t you?”

“...yes.”

Ellie couldn’t help but join her laughter. “You do you, X. You do you.”

~~~~~~

By the time they made their way back to Inglewood and Ellie said her goodbyes, a huge hug and promise to visit during summer vacation, it was late afternoon. She sat in her dad’s car for a while, windows open, thinking, watching the sights and sounds of the city from her driver’s seat when the phone rang.

“Hey...” She couldn’t hide the fondness from her voice.

“Hey, troublemaker.”

“How are you?”

“A little disappointed that you have been visiting everyone but me, but I’m good.”

She laughed. “Who have you been talking to?”

“Toby.” His cough was strained over the phone line. “He filled me in. Ellie, you have to know that I didn’t-”

“Stop.” She looked out the window, past the storefronts, barely seeing them. “We shouldn’t talk about this here.”

“Ok but Ellie...you know I have all the motive in the world. But it wasn’t me!”

“I know, Logan. I know.” She brought her hand to her face to gnaw on a fingernail. “I’ll come see you, we can talk in person.”

“Ok...” He sounded dejected. “Stop by the shop on Friday.”

“Will do.”

Once she hung up and was alone with her thoughts, her mind wandered, away from her investigation, away from the detective work, to the past, thinking about all that she had gone through with the crew, all Jason had taken from them, all they had taken back. When she shut her eyes, she could almost see flames licking the sky and had to blink before they consumed her too.

#amy writes

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