#hello ouch I hurt myself writing this

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If you're still taking asks, I'd love to hear about "things are seldom all they seem" 🥺

🤘five-and-dimes

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Ah yes, this fic that I started for DBDA appreciation week! And then did not finish 😅😅😅

Basic premise here is Charles gets hit in the face by a weird spell, and wakes up in an Alternate Universe. One where he's alive, human, and also in a romantic relationship with Edwin.

Here's a snippet I shared during the event, and here's a new snippet!

Be prepared for MASSIVE PAIN because of what I imply about Charles's very different relationship with his parents in this alternate universe:

“Mom?” Charles asks, bewildered as his mother’s face, beaming and joyful, pops up on his phone screen. “There he is!” Charles’s mom practically sings into her phone as she waves enthusiastically at him. Charles dumbly lifts his own hand up to wave back. “Our favorite boy, the author!” She could see him. Charles was alive, and his mother could see him. Was waving at him enthusiastically and updating him on her day as if they’d just spoken yesterday. They probably had spoken yesterday, because this was a different world than the one Charles knew. “Eleanor, guess what?” A loud male voice booms off screen. “I found five more copies at Waterstones!”  Suddenly multiple copies of a children’s book, Dead Boy Detectives, Charles glimpses briefly, invade the camera screen, obstructing his mother’s face temporarily.  “Lewis!” his mother exclaims, laughing, and Charle’s stomach jumps into his throat at the name. “D-Dad?!” Charles practically shouts, more surprise than anything. “Hey son!” Charles’s father greets, smiling just as broadly as his mom had been just minutes earlier. “Mind signing these over at lunch today before I drop them off at the library? I told Lucienne I’d get her some signed copies to use for the library fundraising raffle later this week. I know you’re busy, so I didn’t volunteer you for reading hour, but I promise I’ll do your boys justice when I read to the kids later.” “I—” Charles stutters, the sheer shock of all his dad just told him hitting him like a cricket bat to the face. He can feel tears welling up in his eyes. His mom could see him. His dad was proud of him. Charles wrote children’s books, ones that were popular enough to be used in fundraisers.  “Y-yeah, sure. Of course dad. Anything for the kids.”

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waiter! waiter! more ua hawks, please! (⁠≧⁠▽⁠≦⁠)

PERSISTENT GUY (part 𝐈𝐈𝐈?)

A/N writing about ua Hawks is so fun, and i’m glad y’all liking it too. he’s still not giving up on you, but resisting him it’s getting harder. check part I and part II. if you like hawks, check my m.list! and tell me if you want more, requests are open!

It was one of those rare afternoons at U.A. where the heavy weight of hero training wasn’t hanging over your head. Classes had ended early, and most of your classmates were scattered around the school, some grabbing a quick meal, others lounging in the common room. You had already found your way to your usual corner near the back of the library, hoping for some quiet, undisturbed time to catch up on some readings.

But, as usual, peace wasn’t something that lasted long when he was around.

You felt the shift in the air before you heard him—the faint sound of feathers brushing lightly against the floor, the almost imperceptible flutter of wings, and then that irritatingly familiar voice.

“Hey, Shadow Queen,” Hawks drawled from somewhere behind you, his voice low and teasing. “Hiding in the library again, huh? Didn’t think you could escape me that easily.”

You didn’t bother turning around, your eyes firmly fixed on the page in front of you. Ignoring him had become second nature by now, and you weren’t about to let him derail your afternoon. Maybe if you just kept quiet, he’d get bored and leave.

But of course, this was Hawks—he was never one to give up that easily.

“Oh, c’mon,” he continued, the sound of his boots making their way around to the side of the table where you were sitting. “You’re not going to ignore me forever, are you? It’s not like I’m that bad.”

Still, you didn’t respond. You didn’t even look up. But that clearly meant a ‘yes you are that bad’.

There was a beat of silence. You could almost hear him thinking, probably debating his next move, but you refused to give him any sort of reaction. You were determined to finish your reading without interruption.

Then, without warning, you felt something soft brush against your cheek.

Your head snapped up, eyes narrowing as you realized what had just happened.

Hawks was leaning casually against the bookshelf next to you, his golden eyes sparkling with amusement, a single crimson feather from his wings hovering lazily in the air next to your face. He grinned at you, clearly enjoying the way you bristled at his touch.

“Oh, finally got your attention?” he said, his voice dripping with amusement as the feather twirled and danced in the air between you. “You know, I was starting to think you really were immune to my charms.”

You swatted the feather away, glaring at him. “What do you want, Takami?”

Hawks pretended to look hurt, pressing a hand dramatically to his chest. “Ouch. Straight to the last name? Not even a ‘hello’? That’s cold, yn. Even for you.”

You let out a sigh, clearly annoyed but trying not to rise to the bait. “I’m busy.”

“Oh, I can see that,” Hawks replied, his eyes flicking to your open book. “But, you know, a little break wouldn’t hurt. I’m sure all that intense studying can wait.”

“Anything is fine as long as I can ignore you for a while” you returned to your reading, doing your best to ignore the fact that Hawks hadn’t moved an inch. He was still standing there, wings flaring slightly as if he was gearing up for something.

And then he made his move.

Another feather drifted from his wings, this time making its way over your shoulder and brushing lightly against your ear. You stiffened at the sensation, biting back the urge to snap at him, but it was becoming harder to keep your composure. The feather traced a slow, teasing line down your neck before drifting back into the air, and you could practically feel Hawks grinning behind you.

“Not interested in talking, huh?” he said, his voice playful. “That’s fine. I’m more than happy to entertain myself.”

You clenched your jaw, refusing to give him the satisfaction of a response. But then another feather joined the first, this one fluttering closer to your cheek. It brushed softly against your skin, almost tickling, as it swirled lazily through the air in front of you.

Hawks leaned in slightly, his voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. “You know, it’s really impressive how good you are at pretending I don’t exist. Most people can’t resist me for this long.”

You swatted the feather away again, trying not to let him see the flush creeping up the back of your neck. “I’m trying to study.”

“Right, right. Studying,” Hawks said, nodding in mock seriousness. “Because nothing says ‘fun afternoon’ like quirk theory textbooks. You’re really living it up, huh?”

He circled around to the other side of the table, his wings unfurling slightly as he leaned over, watching you with that same teasing grin. His feathers, as if sensing their master’s intentions, floated gently toward you, hovering just out of reach, like they were waiting for the perfect moment to strike.

“Just tell me what you want,” you muttered, eyes narrowed.

Hawks chuckled softly, clearly enjoying himself. “I just want your attention. You’ve been avoiding me all week. I mean, I get it—you’re an introvert, I’m… me. But come on, yn, don’t you think it’s time you stopped playing so hard to get?”

You glared at him. “I’m not playing anything. I’m just not interested in you.”

Hawks’ grin didn’t falter. In fact, it only seemed to grow wider. “Is that so? Because, honestly, you’re kind of fun to mess with.”

As if to prove his point, one of his feathers twirled down and lightly tapped you on the nose before darting away. You batted it aside, your patience wearing dangerously thin.

“Takami,” you warned, “if you don’t leave me alone, I swear—”

“Or what?” Hawks challenged, his eyes gleaming with playful mischief. “You gonna chase me out of the library with a textbook? You know, I wouldn’t mind seeing that. I bet you’re scrappy.”

That was it.

You snapped your book shut and stood up, your chair scraping loudly against the floor. “Fine. You win. What do you want from me?”

Hawks’ eyes lit up as he stepped back, clearly pleased that he’d finally gotten a rise out of you. “Honestly? I just wanted to hang out. You’re always so serious, yn. I figured you could use a little break from all the doom and gloom.”

You folded your arms, glaring at him. “And you thought teasing me with your feathers was the best way to do that?”

“Hey, it worked, didn’t it?” Hawks replied, his wings folding neatly behind him as he leaned against the edge of the table. He took a step closer, his wings spreading slightly again, this time not in a teasing manner but in a more relaxed, open gesture. “Tell you what,” he said, his voice softening. “I’ll stop messing with you—for today,” he added quickly, raising a finger, “if you come grab lunch with me. Just lunch. No tricks, no teasing. Promise.”

You hesitated, your mind racing. On the one hand, you knew Hawks well enough to know that he rarely did anything without some kind of ulterior motive. But on the other hand… you were tired. Tired of his constant games, but also tired of being alone all the time. Maybe just this once, it wouldn’t hurt to take him up on his offer.

“Lunch?” you repeated, eyeing him warily. “No tricks?”

“No tricks,” Hawks confirmed, crossing his heart with his finger. “Scout’s honor.”

You let out a long sigh, finally relenting. “Fine. But if you start with your feather nonsense again, I’m leaving.”

Hawks’ grin returned, but this time it was softer, less teasing. “Deal. You won’t regret it, I promise.”

As you grabbed your things and followed him out of the library, you couldn’t help but wonder what you’d just gotten yourself into.

After lunch, Hawks decides he needs to up the ante, sensing that the your walls are still firmly in place.

But he knows he has to approach things carefully—he’s already gotten yoh to agree to lunch, and now, he needs something that’ll get you to open up a little more without scaring you off.

He suggests something unexpected: a flight.

“Alright, Shadow Queen,” Hawks says, leaning back in his chair with a smirk. “Lunch was nice and all, but I’ve got something more exciting planned. How about we take to the skies?”

You blink at him, caught off guard. “A flight? You mean… you want to fly me around?”

He shrugs, acting casual, though there’s a glint of mischief in his eyes. “Why not? You’ve seen what I can do, right? It’s the best way to clear your head. No distractions, no books, no teasing—just the wind and the view.”

Your instinct is to say no, of course, because who just casually agrees to something like that? But there’s a part of you—small, but there—that’s curious. Maybe it’s the promise of no tricks, or maybe it’s just the idea of doing something different, something out of your comfort zone.

You cross your arms, frowning slightly. “And you swear there won’t be any funny business? No feathers?”

Hawks grins, but it’s softer this time, less of his usual cocky demeanor. “No feathers. Promise. I’ll even let you call the shots.”

It’s a strange offer, one you’re not used to. But something in the way he’s asking makes it harder to refuse. Maybe it’s the thought of getting out of your own head for a while, or maybe it’s just the fact that he’s actually giving you some control for once.

He’s really something else.

You take a breath and nod. “Alright. But if you start with your tricks, I’m walking back.”

Hawks chuckles, standing up and offering you a hand. “Deal. Come on, let’s get out of here before you change your mind.”

Before you know it, you’re outside, standing in a wide, open space near the school, the wind tugging at your hair as Hawks unfurls his wings. You hesitate for a moment, wondering if you’re making a mistake, but Hawks gives you a reassuring nod.

He steps closer, holding out his arms. “You’re gonna want to hold on tight.”

You raise an eyebrow, feeling the heat rise to your cheeks as you realize he’s serious. With a small, resigned sigh, you step forward and cautiously wrap your arms around his neck, feeling the strong muscles in his back beneath his jacket.

“This is a bad idea,” you mutter, your heart already racing.

Hawks just laughs softly, the sound vibrating against your chest. “It’s only a bad idea if you don’t trust me.”

And with that, he takes off.

For the first few seconds, your stomach flips as the ground falls away beneath you. But as Hawks stabilizes in the air, soaring smoothly above the school grounds, you feel a strange sense of calm settling over you. The wind rushes past your ears, and the city sprawls out below like a distant, quiet world, so far removed from everything that usually weighs you down.

As you both soar through the air, Hawks can’t resist leaning into his naturally charming self, turning what should have been a peaceful flight into a playful, non-stop conversation.

“Pretty cool up here, right?” Hawks asks, his voice casual but laced with a certain smoothness. “You know, not everyone gets to fly with the number one future hero in training. Consider yourself lucky.”

You roll your eyes, though he can’t see it from your position behind him. “Is this your idea of being humble?”

He laughs, the sound mixing with the wind whipping around you both. “Hey, I can’t help it if I’m good at what I do. But don’t worry, I won’t let all this charm distract you. Much.”

Your grip tightens instinctively as he dips slightly, just to mess with you. “Takami, I swear, if you try any of your tricks up here, I’m kicking you out of the air.”

“Whoa, whoa, relax, Shadow Queen!” he teases, his grin audible in his voice. “You don’t have to be so serious all the time. I’m a professional. Trust me, you’re in safe hands. Or, well, wings.”

“That doesn’t make me feel better,” you mutter under your breath.

“Aw, come on, lighten up! Admit it, you’re having fun,” Hawks says, his tone as charming as ever. He glances back over his shoulder, flashing you one of those devil-may-care smiles. “I mean, how could you not be enjoying this? You’re literally flying with the coolest guy at U.A. Not to mention the view.”

You look down at the sprawling city below, your annoyance momentarily giving way to the awe of being so high above everything. It is beautiful. But, of course, Hawks notices your brief silence and takes that as his cue to keep going.

“See? I knew I could impress you.” His voice is smug, but there’s a playful undertone that makes it hard to be mad at him. “If you ever get tired of hiding in the library, you could always join me in the sky. We could make it a regular thing. You and me, flying into the sunset—sounds pretty epic, right?”

“I think I’ll pass,” you reply dryly, but there’s a slight smile tugging at your lips despite your best efforts.

Hawks catches it immediately. “Oh, I see that smile! Don’t think I didn’t notice. Knew I’d break through eventually.” He dips again, playfully this time, making your stomach flip. “I should get extra credit for making you have fun, you know.”

“You’re impossible,” you mutter, though it’s hard to hide the laughter creeping into your voice.

“Impossible? Nah, just irresistible,” he shoots back without missing a beat. “I mean, come on, how many other guys can sweep you off your feet—literally?”

He levels out the flight, but you can feel his feathers rustling, as if he’s just waiting to pull another trick. You give him a half-hearted glare. “If you drop me, I’m never speaking to you again.”

“Who, me? Drop you? Never!” Hawks makes a dramatic sound of offense. “I’m the hero here, remember? You’re safe with me.”

He pauses for a beat, then adds, “Besides, if I dropped you, who would I tease all the time? You’re the only one who doesn’t fall for my charm immediately. It’s refreshing.”

“Glad to be of service,” you reply, deadpan.

“I knew it. You secretly like it when I mess with you,” Hawks says, his tone dripping with smugness. “Deep down, you’re a fan. It’s okay to admit it. You’re in good company—pretty much everyone likes me.”

You can’t help but snort at that. “Yeah, you and your fan club.”

“Hey, what can I say? It’s hard being this loved,” he says with a dramatic sigh. “But don’t worry, I’ll always have time for my favorite introvert.”

Your face heats up slightly, but you try to brush it off. “Please, Takami, your ego’s already overinflated.”

Hawks chuckles, his wings dipping slightly as he begins to bring you back toward the school grounds. “Fine, fine. I’ll give you a break—for now. But you gotta admit, you had a good time.”

You don’t respond right away, but Hawks knows you well enough to read between the lines. As you touch down and he lets you go, you catch the satisfied grin on his face.

“See? Told you I could be charming,” he says, folding his wings neatly behind him.

“More like annoying,” you counter, but there’s no real malice in your voice.

He flashes you a wink. “Same thing, really.”

As you walk back toward the dorms, Hawks falls into step beside you, still talking, still joking, but now with a slightly different vibe—a little less teasing, a little more genuine. Maybe he’s won a tiny bit of your trust, or maybe you’re just too tired to keep up the walls anymore.

“Soo..tomorrow same time?”

[davidchiemcore]

transcript for DRDT Prologue Episode One! going to make this a series where i (hopefully) write down all the dialogue for drdt, if i dont get burnt out. at the end, ill post a google doc with them all together

???: ……

???: Fuck!!

???: Fuck, fuck, fuck, this really hurts…

???: Ouch, I really wasn’t expecting her to attack me like that.

???: I made a massive mistake to trust them. I can’t rely on anyone.

???: All by myself, I have to end the killing game.

???: And even if I can’t do that…

???: I have to kill Teruko Tawaki.

???: No matter what.

Prologue: Distrust and Despair

Teruko: …I had a weird dream.

Teruko: Huh? Where am I?

Teruko: When I opened my eyes, I found myself resting on a bed in an unfamiliar place.

Teruko: This looks like some sort of hotel room.

Teruko: Wait, how did I even get here? I have no recollection of coming here.

Teruko: The last thing I remember was–

Teruko: Ah! I was going to the entrance ceremony of Hope’s Peak Academy!

Teruko: But this doesn’t look like Hope’s Peak at all, much less any sort of school. Just what is going on?

Teruko: …

Teruko: No use staying here, I suppose. I think it would be best if I left this room and tried to find out more about this place.

Teruko: I stepped out of the room and found myself in a hall with 15 other doors exactly like the one I left.

Teruko: Do all these doors lead to rooms like the one I just left?

Teruko: They all have nameplates on them. The one I came out of has my name.

Teruko: Teruko Tawaki… That’s me.

Teruko: I don’t recognize any of these other names, though.

Teruko: I tried each door. They were all locked. Seems I’m also locked out of the room I just left.

Teruko: No good, I guess.

Teruko: I should keep exploring.

Teruko: AH!!

Teruko: I walked to the end of the hallway and rounded the corner, when suddenly–

Xander: AUGH!!

Teruko: *CRASH*

Teruko: I crashed into another person pretty roughly, knocking us both to the ground.

Teruko: O–ouch! That really hurt…

Xander: …

Teruko: Are you alright? Sorry for knocking you over like that.

Xander: …

Teruko: Ah-! You’re bleeding! Are you okay?

Xander: Oh. Yup. I’m fine…

Xander: Heh heh……

Teruko: E–eh??

Teruko: All of a sudden, he collapsed.

Teruko: Um–Hello??

Teruko: No use… He’s unconscious.

Teruko: …

Teruko: I can’t believe I accidentally knocked someone unconscious within minutes of being awake. I feel bad…

Teruko: I should find something to treat him with. Maybe there’s a medical room around here.

Teruko: After a little bit of searching, I stumbled upon what looked to be an infirmary.

Teruko: Let’s see. There’s bandages, gauze, various medicines–perhaps some ibuprofen?

Xander: Yeah, that would sound pretty nice.

Teruko: Alright, I see–

Teruko: Wha–AH!

Xander: Oh, sorry, did I scare you? I didn’t mean to sneak up on you like that, really!

Teruko: Y-you! Were you just pretending to be unconscious??

Xander: Err, no. You did actually knock me unconscious. Well, I’m fine now.

Teruko: Oh. And, your eye…

Xander: Like I said, I’m fine now. Don’t worry about it.

Teruko: Are you sure? You were bleeding; that doesn’t seem like an injury to brush off.

Xander: Like I said!! Totally fine! I’m a tough guy, I can handle it.

Teruko: I’m still really sorry, uhm… uh, what’s your name?

Xander: Oh! Ack, how rude of me! I forgot to introduce myself. I’m making a terrible first impression.

Xander: Alriiight! The name’s Alexander Matthews. But you can just call me Xander, it’s much cooler sounding. I’m the Ultimate Rebel, nice to meet you!

Ultimate Rebel - Xander Matthews

Teruko: Ultimate?

Xander: You must have heard of Hope’s Peak Academy, right? An exclusive school that only accepts students, known as Ultimates, who possess extraordinary talents.

Xander: It just so happens that I’ve been accepted there! Pretty incredible, huh?

Teruko: Ah,you’re a freshman of Hope’s Peak? I am too. We might be classmates.

Teruko: I should introduce myself as well. I am Teruko Tawaki, the Ultimate Lucky Student.

Ultimate Lucky Student - Teruko Tawaki

Xander: So you’re the Lucky Student, huh, Ms. Teruko? You’re the one who’s got accepted by the lottery.

Teruko: Oh, right. That’s correct.

Teruko: Unlike the rest of the students of Hope’s Peak, my talent of luck is a little unconventional, so I hope you won’t find it too strange.

Xander: Strange? Why would I find it strange?

Xander: Everyone who’s got accepted into Hope’s Peak is given an incredible opportunity to build their own skills and talents so that they can later shape the world!

Xander: Even if you were selected by lottery, not scouted like normal students, you still have got just as much potential as every other Ultimate to develop into an even more amazing person!

Xander: As you know, everyone who graduates from Hope’s Peak goes on to become incredibly influential and important. That’s why being an Ultimate, no matter what kind, is a huge deal!

Teruko: I’m well aware of that. It’s just that… for me, it’s more than just lacking a talent.

Teruko: I’m cursed, you see.

Xander: …Cursed?

Teruko: Cursed with horrible luck.

Teruko: No matter what I do, I always become victim to misfortunes and accidents. I often fall or break things, or worse, injure myself. So do those around me.

Teruko: No doubt, your recent injury is probably as a result of the influence of this curse.

Xander: I see, that makes a bit of sense. It must be difficult living like that, I’m sorry to hear that.

Xander: And yet, despite that, you’ve still been selected to be the Ultimate Lucky Student. Maybe it was some twist of fate.

Xander: Even misfortune can be overcome or adapted, so I would take the fact that you’re here at this academy as a good sign! So, don’t give up hope!

Teruko: Ahaha… Aren’t you full of energy.

Teruko: By the way, just what kind of talent is “Rebel?”

Xander: Oh, are we discussing my talent now?

Xander: To be frank, I’m actually sort of pissed at the Academy for having given me this title. Calling me a “rebel” just makes me seem like some sort of unruly, lawless kid, which I am *definitely* not!

Xander: It's almost an insult to all the hard work I’ve put in throughout my life!

Teruko: Hard work put into what?

Xander: Revolution.

Xander: Simply put, I’m the sort of person who feels very strongly about everything. So whenever I see something that feels wrong to me, something unjust, I’ll do whatever I can to fix it.

Xander: For example, exposing corruption. I’ve got quite a number of corrupt government officials jailed. Society is messed up, and it’s up to me to change it.

Xander: Of course, in order to make any sort of impactful change in this world, you need to break the existing rules. That’s what got me the title of Ultimate Rebel, I suppose.

Teruko: Wow, I’m not quite sure what to think of all that.

Teruko: Or even if I can believe the things you just said.

Xander: Hey! You better not be accusing me of lying!

Teruko: But at the very least you seem to be very passionate and energetic.

Teruko: Moving on… Do you know anything about this place? I seem to have woken up here without knowing how I came here. And I was supposed to be going to the entrance ceremony of Hope’s Peak.

Xander: I was just about to ask you the same thing!

Xander: Have we both got kidnapped, or something?! If that’s the case, I’ll be pretty pissed at whoever’s responsible.

Xander: Err, sorry for getting worked up again.

Xander: But yeah, it looks like we’re in the same situation. Woke up in a mysterious room without knowing how we got here.

Teruko: What a perplexing situation…

Xander: No use just standing here. I’ve got an idea. We should look around, see if there’s an explanation somewhere. At the very least we can examine our surroundings for clues.

Teruko: Right. We may find something new.

Teruko: These large doors are conspicuous. We should check inside.

Xander: Fine by me!

Teruko: Xander kicks the door open forcefully.

Teruko: You could have just…

Teruko: Used… the… han..dle…

Teruko: Eh?

Teruko: We found ourselves in a large room full of chairs and a large, ominous screen at the back. But more importantly…

Xander: There’s other people here?!

Teruko: 14 other people stood in front of Xander and me.

David: Ah, have more people arrived?

Ace: Maybe they’re our fucking kidnappers! We should ask ‘em a few questions!

Arei: Are you two freshmen of Hope’s Peak Academy as well?

Xander: We are. Is this our class?

Whit: Whoa, new people. You guys got any idea what’s going on?

Charles: Don’t be ridiculous. I sincerely doubt that these two can bring any new information to the table on our situation.

Teruko: So, it seems our whole class is here.

Xander: Just what is going on? Have the rest of you blacked out when you were entering the Academy?

Levi: Yes, that happened to the rest of us as well. Our situation is awfully strange.

Veronika: Maybe the Academy is trying to surprise us! Wouldn’t that be fun?

Hu: If you two are in fact our classmates, why don’t you introduce yourselves?

Hu: I know this situation isn’t ideal, but at the very least we should be acquainted with each other before we try and figure out what’s going on.

Teruko: Ehm, introduce myself? In front of all of you?

Teruko: Wouldn’t it be better if I just talked to you individually?

Eden: That’s okay, then introduce yourselves to us one by one.

Charles: Excellent, another 10 minutes of time wasting. Why don’t you two take your time blabbering about insignificant things, it’s not like we’re in a potentially life-threatening situation.

Teruko: …Yeesh.

Xander: Hey!

Xander: Let’s talk to everyone together. That way we’ll both be way less nervous if we’ve got a friend by our side.

Teruko: …

Teruko: Thank you, Xander.

[madissonsworld]

Thank you for the request!!

Contains smut.

It’s my first time writing smut so.. it’s kinda weird and ew but I hope u enjoy 🫶🏻

Pov: you’re a hunter who hates vampires and you’re friends with elena. What will happen when Kol Mikaelson comes back and you get the task to keep an eye on him till elena and the others find out how to kill him.

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“Kol Mikaelson is alive” it’s what Elena says right after I opened the door of my house. It’s Elena and Bonnie.

“Wait.. What?? Isn’t that one of-“ I say till Bonnie cuts me up

“Klaus brothers. Yes. And we need your help.” She says

“Come in, let’s go to the kitchen” I say “ What do you mean, you need my help?” I ask confused

“We need you to keep an eye on him, at least until I found a way to kill him” Bonnie says and I immediately denie

“No! No. No no. Are you crazy?? I can’t do that, you know me, you know I hate vampires” I say with disgust

“We know. But we need to. He can hurt Jeremy or any other person. And I can’t do it obviously. And klaus knows Bonnie and Caroline, they can’t do it either. You are the only one klaus never met, so you won’t cause any distrust. Please, I know it’s hard. But I’m begging you.” Elena says and I decided to do it for her. I mean, she always helped me when I needed and now she needs this.

“Ok” I say

“Ok??” Bonnie smiles

“Ok. Fine. I’ll do it, just show me a photo of him or something “ I say and Elena hugs me and whispers a thank you

Meanwhile I see Bonnie taking out a picture of her purse and handing it to me. I look at the photo and… “Wow” I almost scream inside my head. He’s hot, gorgeous. Maybe this won’t be bad at all!

—

It’s bad! I’m all the grill with Kol. He was here and I sat by his side and let me tell you, the worst thing I ever did. He doesn’t shut up. I don’t even know what more he is talking, but I just keep listening to his voice.

“Did you like it?” I head and instantly get out of my thoughts

“Like what?” I ask confused

“My story. What I was talking about” he says

“Oh yeah, I loved it. It was so… nice” I say with a smile looking at his eyes. Bloody hell… his eyes are just… perfect. Ahh this is not good!

—

A few weeks passed, and Bonnie had still no figure it out how to kill him. And in this time, I had passed more time with Kol. And it was becoming hell. I mean… he’s gorgeous, and those brown eyes that I almost get lost, and… and… omg no!! Why am I saying this!! No I can’t. He’s a vampire, a bloody vampire. He’s horrible, a monster, he’s cruel and.. very funny, and, no! Not very funny. Just.. horrible.

I’m now walking to the grill when I feel an arm on my shoulders.

“Hi darling “ I hear this very familiar British accent that I’m obsessed

“Hello Kol” I say but I do not take his arm of my shoulders like I usually do.

“Are you heading to mystic grill?” He asks and I whisper a yes

“Amazing, I’m going too.” He says and I feel a smile starting to appear on my face

..

“Hahahaha” I laugh at the joke that Kol just did

He does this a lot of times… jokes.. they’re not even funny. What’s funny it’s kol’s face telling the joke, and how he laughs at it.

Sometimes I forget he is a vampire, he can be very nice and funny. Suddenly I receive a message, “Come to the Salvatore house.”- Elena.

“Umm, I need to go Kol. I need to go to my friend” I say

“Do you want me to take you there?” He asks with a smile

“No! No.. I want to go alone” I replied

“Ok, then I’ll stay for a little bit more” he says

“Bye” I say and he says the same and I leave.

Getting to the Salvatore house, I knock and elena almost immediately opens the door.

“Come in. We have it!” She says enthusiastic

“Have what?” I say

“The spell. To kill them. To kill the Mikaelson” she says and guides me to the living room, and I suddenly feel a tightness in my heart.

We get to the living room and there stays Bonnie, Caroline and the Salvatore brothers.

“So… what’s the plan?” I say trying to keep myself steady. Ouch. My heart literally hurts. I don’t understand.

“So, it’s not just us. Esther is going to link them and then… boom!! You kill one. You kill all of them” Bonnie says and I see Damon smiling

“But how is she going to link them all?” I ask confused

“Easy. With the champagne. On the ball” Damon says and I immediately get more confused

“What ball?” I ask

“The Mikaelson ball. I received an invitation “ Elena says and hand me a piece of paper. “Join us… Mikaelson ball… 7 pm…” what is this?? - I say to myself

“Oh, you’re going too?” I ask directing me to the rest

“I go” Caroline says

“We are going to. Elena is not going by herself” Damon says for him and stefan. I murmur a ok

“So that’s it??” I ask and Elena noddes “So can I go home?”

“Yeah. It was just this we wanted to tell you” Bonnie says and I say goodbye and leave to go to my house

-

Arriving to my house, I see a box in front of my door. I take it and I enter in my house, going upstairs to my room.

Above the box I see an invitation. “Mikaelson ball” the same Elena showed me. I turned the invitation and it had something written.

“Save me a dance,

Fondly

Kol”

I smile at it. And I go open the box. It’s a dress, quite frankly the most beautiful dress I’ve ever seen. It’s so perfect.

The ball is in two days and I’m really excited!

-

It’s the day of the ball and I’m getting prepared with Caroline and Elena.

Right now I’m doing my makeup meanwhile Caroline is working on my hair and Elena doing her makeup.

Already prepared I went looking in the mirror and “wow” I whisper. This dress fits me so well, I guess Kol is good with sizes, and my hair and makeup. Everything fits so well.

“Okay! Now… let’s go. Let’s end this.” Elena says and we all go to the cars. Elena goes in a car with the Salvatore brothers and I go in another with Caroline.

—

Arriving to the Mikaelson house we enter and the room is full of people and really decorated. I immediately go to the food table.

“Hello darling” I hear a voice behind me and turn around

“Hi Kol” I say with a smile and he extends his hand

“Dance with me?” He asks with a smile and i nod.

“You look ravishing “ he says and I smile even more

“You look amazing too” I respond

-

We are dancing when we are interrupted by Esther

“Good evening, ladies and gentlemen. Waiters are coming around with champagne. I invite you all to me in raising a glass. It provides me with no greater joy, than to see my family back together as one. I’d like to thank you all for being part of this spectacular evening. Cheers.” She says

“Cheers” everyone in the audience says and raises their glass and drink, and then it all hits me. This is the drink, that they talked about in the Salvatore house. I see Kol raising his glass and I turn to him.

“Wait!” I say “are you going to drink that?”

“Well, normally that’s what you do when raising a glass sweetheart” he says giving a soft smile to me

“Yeah, right, I just thought… um… never mind” I say and turn and leave the room. I really needed air right now.

I’m outside and suddenly comes tears to my eyes to the image of Kol dying because I didn’t tell him the truth. But what would I say… That I’m a hunter who was ask to follow him, and keep an eye on him.

I hear footsteps and I don’t really need to turn around to know who it was.

“Its everything ok? Today you’re strange. What’s wrong?” He asks and I nod my head

“Nothing.. it’s nothing. Maybe I’m just tired tonight.” I say turning to him and smiling

“Tired means with tears in the eyes” he says and I immediately clean the tears “Look, talk to me”

“There’s nothing wrong, let’s go” I say grabbing his hand and walking to the mansion.

-

The rest of the ball was me and Kol dancing, and now I just got home.

I went to my room changing and then went to the couch watch Netflix.

Looking at the hour, I realise that already passed 2 hours since I got home. I turn off the tv and when I went to the stairs I heard a knock on the door.

Silently I went see who was. Kol. I open the door.

“Can I come in?” He says, and I notice he looks angry

“Yeah” I say and he goes straight towards the living room

“Did you knew?” He says

“Knew what?” I say, but I already knew what we was referring to

“DID YOU KNEW?? Don’t play with me now. About the link of my mother through the champagne “ he says and the look on his face suddenly changes. He realised “ah.. that’s why you were like that today.”

“Look, that’s not what it looks like” I trie to say but he interrupts me

“Isn’t it?? What it look to me is that you knew my mother was going to kill me and link me to my brothers and didn’t bother to say nothing “ he says, and I realise that he’s more hurt than angry.

“Yes, you right. For a moment I was trying to help killing you.” I say

“Why would you do that to me? To me??” He says

“Because I’m a hunter” I shouted “You are a Mikaelson, every story of evil on the books have your name. You’re a vampire!… But… then when I met you, I realise that you were not that evil, at least not with me.”

“How can I believe you again? I really thought something was happening here, and I don’t do thing like this.” He says

“I’m sorry. But now it’s different.” I say but he seems not to believe

“No. That doesn’t work.” He says walking to the door

“I love you” I say

“What?” He responds turning around

“I love you. I love everything about you. The way you make me feel good, the way you make jokes about everything. The way you smile and those eyes… damn I don’t really know what they have but I’m obsessed. And… and you… you are… amazing and you care about me, and… I don’t know.. I just know I.. I love you. I’m so in love with you. It’s like you’re in me. And I just love you. All the time. Every minute of every day.” I say and the next second I just fell his lips on mine.

“Where is your room?” He asks with is mouth brushing mine

“The first one in the left” I respond with a sigh

Within a second we were in my room, I was on my bed with him above me.

He kisses me again and then I feel his fingers on my panties.

“Already wet like this darling?” He says and I moan. He continues to touch my button through my underwear. My mind quickly clouded over at his touch. “Gonna cum on my hand like a good girl?” With that I came on is hand.

He then takes off my clothes and his and kisses me again.

He enters me while kissing my lips and starts thrusting me. My walls clenched and a whine let my lips when he thrusted again.

He started thrusting me in an inhuman pace, starting now applying pressure to my clit, my legs already trembling and already feeling myself coming in his cock.

I feel his teeth on my neck, however he didn’t bite.

“Can I?” He asks

“Yes” I whisper

He trusted in me one more time before he came inside me bitting me at the same time. He slowly came off and kiss me one more time before lay down next to me.

“Well… we are definitely doing this again .” I heard he say and I chuckled

“Yeah, we are” I smile

[lovememadly92]

The Secret Admirer

Hello everyone!!! I am the secret gifter for @stfrancisprayer and I had so much fun writing this, especially since the 1980s is my favorite era, I decided to a modern take on Band of Brothers. Of course, no offense to the real-life veterans, this is only actor portrayal. I also created a playlist to go along with it. Hope you all have a wonderful weekend and enjoy!!!!!

Playlist:

May 18th, 1989- UCLA Campus, Los Angeles, CA

I listen to the Robert Palmer tape on my Walkman as I walk to my last class of the year. Thank goodness that we are done with our undergraduate studies. Now to enjoy summer with my friends and hopefully go on vacation. Well, I am just exaggerating a bit, I must find a job to pay for my schooling this coming Fall. I decided to take upon doing my master’s to be a history professor, besides I like talking anyway.

She's a craze you'd endorse

She's a powerful force

You're obliged to conform

When there's no other course

She used to look good to me

But now I find her

Simply irresistible

When I walk into my class, I turn off my Walkman and look to where I sit, I see a letter set on the desk and I smile to myself. I have been getting these letters for the whole year and I have been trying to figure out who has been sending me these letters. Rosie sits behind me and when she sees me, she perks up and smiles.

“I see you got another letter, asshole,” she chuckled, and I took my seat in front of her. “Who would admire your goofy ass?”

I chuckled to myself. “Honey, they do not call me George Luz for nothing. I got my charms, my looks. I am as handsome as Patrick Swayze himself, except for the dancing part of course.”

She rolled her eyes and was writing some notes on her binder. “Oh George, keep fucking dreaming you will be Patrick Swayze. The best I can give you is Tom Cruise and I rarely like the guy.”

Ouch, that kind of hurt.

“Anyways,” she leaned to look over my shoulder. “Are you going to open the letter or what? I want to know what it says.”

“Nope, you are going to keep writing your notes and leave me alone now. Since I am not good enough to be Patrick Swayze,” I stuck my tongue out and she flipped me off before I turned around and opened the envelope.

God if I could only figure out who fucking wrote it. Better yet typed it on a computer or typewriter. I miss how things were romantic back in the day, particularly how my grandfather would write love letters to my grandmother when he was shipped off to Europe during World War II. But I guess I am just an old soul.

I opened the letter and smiled.

My Dearest George:

I hope first that you had a wonderful year, with your family and your friends. There is not a day where I don’t think about you, wanting to feel your lips on my hot skin.. Ever since I saw you during a wrestling match back in high school, I knew that I wanted you to be mine forever. But I couldn’t find the courage to talk to you because you were always surrounded by these beautiful girls, vying for your attention. But this is the year that I have decided that I am not going to be a coward anymore. I am going to reveal myself to you at Rosie’s party this weekend around midnight. I really hope that you do not get scared or run away, but if it comes down to that, then I will accept my defeat and walk away. Sweet George, love of my life. I will be seeing you soon.

Love Always,

Your Secret Admirer.

I smile to myself and close the letter before the professor walks in. I feel a sensation and excitement, finally a year of torment of trying to figure out who it is that has been writing me these letters. However, I turn around to look at Rosie and she smiles at me while I smile at her back.

But why does it feel that I am cheating on her?

God George get out of your head, she will never pay attention to you, she is too beautiful for you.

“Okay class, let’s get ready for our exam today.”

May 20th, 1989-Beverly Hills, CA

Mother will never understand why you had to leave

But the answers you seek will never be found at home

The love that you need will never be found at home

Run away, turn away, run away, turn away, run away

Run away, turn away, run away, turn away, run away

I stand against the wall, drinking my beer as I watch Rosie sway her body along to the music with her other friend Karina. I smiled to myself because Rosie was always like that, dancing like no one was watching. Before her big transformation, she was always a quiet gal, always her nose in the books. She still has her nose in the books and volunteers at hospitals, the only thing is that she had a big transformation.

She was always beautiful though and sweet…

“Hey George, are you going to find your secret admirer?” Frank asked and I turned to look at him. Shit, I had forgotten about that, I was too entranced with the beauty dancing in front of me with her bustier crop top and her jeans, hugging her waist. Her beautiful, big brown curly hair. God those beautiful, brown eyes…

“George!”

I shook my head and took a sip of my beer. “No, yeah, I am going to go find her, it’s not midnight yet. I just, I don’t know, I feel that I am cheating on Rosie for some odd reason. You know I always had a thing for her. Still do.” Then I looked up and I saw that she had stopped dancing with Karina, and she was talking to the pretty, rich boy, Lewis.

God, I dislike him in more ways than one. He would always make fun of her and trip her when she would carry her lunch in the cafeteria. I was a popular boy myself, but my parents taught me better than being an asshole.

“Maybe it’s for the best you know,” Frank pointed out and then I sighed. “They are meant for each other, they are rich, she will never pay attention to us guys. Lieb has luck on his side, he managed to get Karina as his girlfriend.”

I watched Lieb and Karina smile and giggle at one another before heading upstairs to a bedroom and disappearing. Knowing that damn smile Lieb carries, they are not coming back down for the rest of the night. At least one of us is lucky.

Lewis then leaned into whisper in her ear and then she pulled away and threw the drink in his face. “You fucking asshole, I am not one of your damn whores for you to speak to me like that and in my house!!!!” She was about to walk away, and he pulled her close to him, shaking her like she was a rag doll.

I threw my beer on the floor and rushed to them, grabbing him by the collar and punching him in the face, knocking him down on the floor.  “Don’t you ever touch her again, you hear me, pretty boy?” I was about to grab him but then I felt soft hands pull me aside and then looked at me with pleading eyes.

“Calm down George it’s okay,” she whispered, and everyone was looking at us. “Come, let’s go upstairs and clean your knuckles yeah?”

I was breathing hard and then nodded. I followed her upstairs and into the bathroom, where she sat me on the toilet. Then she took out hydrogen peroxide and some gauze pads to clean up my knuckles. Smiling, I feel her dabbing the cuts on my knuckles and watch her do her work. She is going to follow in her parents’ footsteps in being a doctor.

“You did not have to defend me, George,” she whispered softly as the music blared a bit in the background. “I could have kicked his ass too.”

“I owe you one, for not defending you when I had the chance back in high school,” I said softly and then looked at me. “I would always see from afar and never do anything about it, even though my parents taught me better.”

She sighed and then bandaged up my knuckles. “It’s okay George, you don’t have to apologize, you are not the one that did the tripping or the horrible pranks. Besides, no one takes him seriously.” I study her face and count every freckle she had dusted on her cheeks. She looks so beautiful.

“So how is the search for your secret admirer?” she asked and crossed her arms.

Oh. That.

“Um, nothing,” he said softly. “I am going to meet her tonight, let’s see how this goes. I am going to meet her in the backyard, by the pool if that is, okay?”

“Sure, no problem, just don’t do anything weird, please? I want that image out of my head when I found you screwing that airhead,” she chuckled and shook her head.

God I was so embarrassed, I was in mid action when Rosie walked in on me in my room. I felt sad when she caught me, as if I cheated on her. When I found out she wasn’t pissed about, it made me sad a bit.

“I promise, pinky promise,” I smiled softly and hooked my fingers up with hers. We then headed down back to the party, and I asked her to dance with me.

I am a man who will fight for your honor

I'll be the hero you're dreaming of

We'll live forever

Knowing together

That we did it all for the glory of love

We started swaying around the dance floor and gently she laid her head on my chest and chuckled. “You know what, I was always dreaming that I would get my dance at prom, but all I did was sit on the bleachers. Thank you for at least giving me the Cinderella moment that I always wanted.”

I smiled at her. “I may not be Patrick Swayze, but I can dance at least a little.”

“You dance better than Swayze,” she said quickly, and I smiled to myself, and we kept swaying across the dance floor until the song was over. She looked at me with her beautiful eyes, and I could see adoration, and dare I say love.

Then again that could be my love riddled brain. “Well, its midnight. I am going to go and meet her and see what happens. Wish me luck.”

She nodded and let me go. “I wish you the best of luck George. I hope that you find what you are looking for. I will be seeing you later.” I nodded and headed outside to the pool area and took out a cigarette, waiting for her to come by. All I can hear is the crickets chirping and then I hear Lieb and Karina going at it upstairs.

“God yes baby!!!!”

“You like that huh?”

“God yes!”

I chuckled and shook my head. Jesus, those two can go at it all fucking night and yet not get tired because of it. Then again, I can tell that they love each other very much, just by the way they talk, the way they interact. God, I wish I did have that with Rosie. But whoever is my secret admirer, I will give her a chance at my love.

Blowing the smoke in the air, I check my watch and it has been ten minutes and she hasn’t shown up yet. Maybe it’s a prank from fucking Frank, or maybe Muck did it, they have been teasing me about my secret admirer ever since I ever got the first letter. God, if they pranked about this shit, I am going to kick their ass so hard, they will identify them by their damn teeth.

As I was about to give up, I heard soft footsteps walking behind me and tapping on my shoulder.

I turn around to smile at the person and when I see who is in front of me, my smile drops and I feel my body tremble, and my ears turn hot. From anger.

“You?!”

Rosie’s POV

Un señuelo

Hay algo oculto en cada sensación

Ella parece sospechar

Parece descubrir

En mi debilidad

Los vestigios de una hoguera

When I walk outside and tap on his shoulder, finally revealing myself after a year of writing to him, all I see is anger, disappointment. Karina even warned me that he was going to be pissed, not the fact that I am his secret admirer, but more the fact that I fucking lied to him about my feelings for a long time.

“You are my secret admirer?!”

Tears in my eyes, I nodded, and I tried to touch him, but he backed away, starting to pace back and forth. “You got to be fucking kidding me Rosie Mendoza, after a year and yet you did not have the balls to tell me that it was you?”

“I know and I am sorry,” I cried and tried to grab his hand, but he backed away from me. “I just couldn’t tell you because I was afraid, afraid of rejection. I was always rejected in high school, made fun of. You would see how Lewis would trip me, play fucking pranks on me. I honestly thought you were the same, that is, until I officially met you in our first year at college. I never seen anyone so nice to me, so gentle like you.”

He looked away from me and I blinked at my tears. “George, I am sorry I fucking lied to you okay but that does not take the way the fact that I am in love with you.”

Slowly, he turned around, and he also had tears in his eyes. “I have been in love with you since we were little kids, and when I saw you back in high school, seeing the grown man you have become, that was it for me. I thought also transforming from an ugly duckling to a swan would get your attention.”

A sarcastic chuckle escaped his lips and then wiped his tears. “That fucking never mattered to me Rosie!!! That never did, I never cared if you were ugly or pretty. What one falls in love with is this!” He patted his chest. “Like how I am right now!!!! Madly in love with you!!!!!”

I stood quietly and then more tears started streaming down my cheeks. “You think I gave a fuck if you were hot or not? All I cared about was what was in the heart, nothing more. I thought you were sweet, caring, never once did I care if you looked like a geek or a nerd. That is one of the things I love about you! You are a smart ass, telling people how it is. But I guess I was fucking wrong, you are nothing but a fake, like to play with people’s feelings. Here I was, thinking that I was cheating on you.”

I looked down and started sobbing. “You know what, I am done, I am done with this, I am done with you. Never fucking contact, me again. You hear me? You and I are fucking done, for good.”

Nodding, he walks right past me and leaves me standing there, alone by the pool. I lost him for good, and I deserve it. I wanted this to be on good terms, since I am leaving for Columbia University for medical school.

“What happened?”

I turned around and looked at Karina who looked disheveled. “You were right, and now he does not want to do anything with me anymore. That is fine, I guess. I will leave with no attachment, so I guess that is a plus.”

Oh I, I just died in your arms tonight

It must have been something you said

I just died in your arms tonight

July 21st, 1989

It has been over a month since we had graduated and yet, he hasn’t spoken at least two words to me, and when I would walk into a room, he would leave immediately. I know what I did was wrong, and I accept it.

You're the object of my desire

Baby, ignite my fire

Object of my desire

Hey, you really turn me on

I look around the room, filled with posters of all the actors I liked, like Patrick Swayze, Rob Lowe, Tommy Howell, Ralph Macchio and Billy Zabka. I smiled to myself, and the room that saw me grow up, that saw me cry. I am going to miss my family, my friends, and everyone around me.

“Amor.” I turned around and looked at my mother. “Karina and Joe are waiting downstairs for you; they want to take you out on your last night here before you leave. We were going to take you out to dinner to your favorite Italian restaurant, but I am guessing you want to spend time with your friends before you leave.”

I nodded. “Of course, just give me a few minutes to get ready and I will head right down.”

She closed the door behind her, and I sighed. God I am going to miss everyone and everything here. I have been to New York, and everything is so different from here. Maybe that is what I need, something different.

I put on my white and pink LA Gear sneakers and headed downstairs. “There she is!!! Future doctor in the house. Now what does the lady want to do now that she is leaving the best city in the world?”

I tapped my chin, feigning confusion and I smiled. “Please take me to In N Out, there is no other good burger and I want to go to the beach.” Staying quiet for a moment, I looked at Karina and she shook her head. “He is not budging, Lieb tried talking to him, Frank did too, even Muck and Faye tried but he is so stubborn.”

A sudden pain in my chest hits me but he is stubborn, he is not going to budge.

“That is fine,” I said softly and wiped my tears. “Let’s go enjoy our last night together.”

And that is what we did. We picked up burgers, went to the beach, and blasted music in the boombox. Frank was there, along with Muck, Faye, Penkala, even Toye decided to make an appearance. But no sign of George.

Dusk turned into night, and we had the fire pit going on while the music kept playing on the boom box. Slowly, everyone started to leave, and it was just Karina, Joe, and myself, sipping beers watching the waves crash onto the shore.

“I think it’s time to head out you guys,” I said softly and yawned. “I have an early flight tomorrow and I must get the penthouse ready before orientation begins. If you guys do not mind.”

Karina had tears in her eyes and then gave me the biggest of hugs. “I am going to miss you so much bitch. But I know we will meet again. You go out there and be the best of doctors.” Tears formed in my eyes and looked at her.

“You will be something too, you will see, won’t she Joe?”

“Hell yeah, I will make sure of it.”

We hugged again and cried until we couldn’t anymore.

Hours later

As Lieb drove me home, I looked at the moon and smiled softly. One of my favorite activities that I would love doing with George was sitting on his roof and looking at the moon, talking about its shape and color. We would spend hours and hours, until one of his neighbors would be a narc and call the cops on us.

God I am going to miss him so much.

“Okay here we are,” Joe stopped the car and then Karina got out of the car and gave me a hug. “I will see you off later.”

I nodded and then I backed away as she got into the car. She waved and I waved too before Joe drove off into the night. Walking in my driveway, I reach the front door and open it with my spare key my parents gave me.

When I walk in, I find them sitting on the couch and watching Unsolved Mysteries on NBC. I tried watching it with them a couple of times, but their scenarios and the music always haunted me in my sleep.

“Hey amor, had fun?” I closed the door behind me and smiled. “Yeah, sure did.”

They noticed I was quiet and didn’t want to push it any further. “Want to watch Unsolved Mysteries with us? One more try for your old man before you are stuck in the books all year?”

I sighed and looked upstairs then looked at my father’s pouting face. “Okay, fine, I will watch it with you guys. But if I get nightmares, it’s your fault.”

That night, I stayed up until about four in the morning and did not even bother to sleep since I was leaving early in the morning. I lay in my bed and wondered sadly if I would ever see George again. I really should have been honest about my feelings for him, especially knowing now he felt about me. But me, being a scared little girl, prevented me from doing that. I guess I was the one who judged people for who they were.

The morning came as fast as the night went and I had to get ready. By the time I reached my porch, I had the whole gang, except for George, waiting to say goodbye. I hugged each one of them, telling them that they could come and visit whenever they felt like it.

Once I arrived at the airport, I waited with my dad and my mom until they called my flight. I sighed softly and stood up along with them, then gave them the biggest of hugs. “I will miss you guys very much. Please when you can, come visit me, I get lonely.”

They both chuckled and they kissed me on each side of my face. “Of course, we are going to spend Thanksgiving over there and Christmas, there is no way you can run away from us. Plus, we can watch Unsolved Mysteries together.”

I snort and then let them go. “Of course we will it’s a date.” I sighed again but this time, I had tears forming in my eyes. “I will be okay mom, dad. Don’t worry, I will be fine. I will call you as soon as I get over there. Before they have me in the books and not enough time to breath at all.”

My mother wept silently, and my father had tears forming in his eyes, which was rare, if he cried, he never really showed it. The only time I have heard him cry was when he lost a young man due to AIDS complications; the young man died holding my dad’s hand since he had no one else. It’s one of the many reasons I want to be a doctor, the compassion and the willingness to fight for others.

They let me go and I smiled softly before heading to the terminal. I looked back at them one more time and waved at them before handing over my ticket. I walk towards the entrance of the private plane, and I feel tears welling up in my eyes. But I managed to put them at bay when the stewardess led me to my seat.

“Here you are ma’am.”

“Thank you so much.”

When I am about to sit down, I notice my Walkman sitting on my chair with a note on it. Me the curious being, pick up and open the letter.

Can’t forget this Rosie, oh and look to your right.

I look to my right, and I see George, smiling, walking straight towards me. I nearly dropped my Walkman to the floor. He stood right in front of me, and he looked like he hadn’t slept in days and dare I say, his eyes red.

And I know it wasn’t from the weed he would smoke.

My body, my whole being started shaking when I saw him right in front of me. “You were about to leave without saying goodbye, I thought we were better than that Rosie.”

“I know but you said you did not want to see me again, that we were done being friends,” I cried softly, and tears fell down my cheeks. “I know I should have said something about my feelings, but I was scared. I am sorry that I judged you.”

He smiled softly and then wiped my tears with his thumb. “Don’t be sorry, ever. I should have said something too.” George would look down then at me. “I guess you are really leaving huh?”

I nodded. “Orientation starts next month, and I need to prepare for the long hours.” I smile sadly and bite my lip for a moment. “Thank you for coming to say goodbye.”

A playful scowl formed on his face.

“I am not saying goodbye, I am coming with you.”

The Walkman hit the floor as soon as he said that.

“What do you mean you are coming with me?” I asked in disbelief but there was a hint of happiness in my voice.

“I got accepted into NYU to continue my studies to be a history professor. It was either stay home and continue at UCLA or NYU, I chose NYU to be with you.”

But how did he know I got accepted into Columbia? Then a smile crept onto my face, and I realized it was Karina the one who told him. I had known for months that I got accepted into Columbia but couldn’t bring myself to tell George. I saw them one time talking while I was studying in the library.

“But what about your family?” I asked softly.

He gently wrapped an arm around my waist and pulled me closer to him. He would look at my lips and then into my eyes. “I guess they understand that when you love something, you got to fight for it and that is what I am doing.”

Before I could respond, he leaned his face closer to mine and captured my lips fully with his. It didn’t take long before my lips started to move gently along with his. The way his lips felt on mine, the way his hands held my waist gently, I felt a warm sensation pooling at the pit of my stomach. My heart warms with joy.

He let go of me and leaned his head against mine, smiling softly.

“I love you Rosie, always have and I always will.”

I smiled softly and brushed some of his hair off his head. “And I love you too George.”

We chuckled softly and then kissed again, but this time more passionate, with want. However, it did not last that long because we had to sit down and prepare ourselves for takeoff. We both laughed as we took our seats and put on our seatbelts.

“What about your living arrangements? Who paid for your ticket to come her…wait, were my mom and dad in on it?”

He nodded and I shook my head, smiling.

“As for living arrangements, I have been looking for some apartments and…”

I placed my finger on his lips and smiled. “No, you are staying with me and that is final.”

“Yes ma’am,” he said softly and wrapped an around my shoulder and then gently picked up my Walkman. “I made you a tape, and your parents gave me your Walkman, to surprise you. Here you are, almost leaving without me.”

I rolled my eyes playfully as the plane took off.

Whatever waited for us in New York, I was ready for it, whether it was good or bad.

All I knew, it was going to be the adventure of a lifetime.

What happened to them after this:

Both got married in 1991 and had three children, all two girls, one boy!!! George became a professor, and our Rosie became a world class surgeon just like mom and dad. They now have three grandchildren in the present time.

Songs used in story:

Simply Irresistible- Robert Palmer'

Smalltown Boy- Bronski Beat

Glory of Love- Peter Cetera

Corazon Delator- Soda Stereo

I Just Died In Your Arms- Cutting Crew

Object of My Desire- StarPoint

*Only two songs used in the story are in the playlist. The playlist is more of what represents their relationship. Hope you all enjoyed this story, thank you so much for reading!!!!! :)

[rekas-writes]

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A/N: Hello and thank you for your order! It was really fun to write! I promise I am also taking care of myself ^^ And here’s a note for you to do the same too!

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Strange Cravings and Love Bites

Pair: Yoru/ M! Agent + Radiant! Reader Source: Valorant

Type: Headcanons - 1,222 words Genre: Fluff, Slice of Life, Angsty/Hurt w/ Comfort at the very end Perspective: Second-Person (You/Your)

TW: Mild references to violence, reader getting hurt, reader biting Yoru and getting a little carried away but he's fine! + thought of Yoru dying at the very end

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You remind Yoru a lot of the classical vampire figure, to the point where he kind of associates you with some of the common tropes. More specifically, the weaknesses. You may not be able to tell with his prickly demeanour, but he is a worrier- especially with those he holds dear, doubly so if it concerns his boyfriend. He doesn't want you to get hurt, and ends up projecting that whenever he gets harsh.

Que his surprise when he sees you eating garlic bread or chilling casually under the sun. You had to remind him that you weren’t actually a vampire, and if they really did burn up- Reyna would have to carry an umbrella to every day mission (You heard her laugh behind you right after. You weren’t sure whether to count your days or to consider yourself on her good side)

Though, that being said, the Sun probably does have some kind of influence over you and your abilities. Maybe you have an allergic reaction if you’re under it too long, or it takes longer to channel your abilities, or you could just feel weaker under the harsh light (Maybe even changing personality like a certain FE character)

Somehow, being beside Yoru makes that all feel better, if just a little. Maybe it’s because he’s your 夜 (*Yoru -> night). Your comforting, starlit night in the overwhelming brightness of day. If you ever spill those thoughts to him, he will short-circuit no matter how hard he tries to brush it off. Any flattery unrelated to his prowess in battle is way harder for him to take in and retort, even with his ego. It’s quite easy to tease him and watch his face glow warm with a blush- like the hue of the setting Sun

"Like the night sky, you're like a blessing to me! My very own good luck charm! Thank you, Yoru."

"... You're terrible at flirting. Focus on the mission already, idiot," // Internally: "adsjjskdjdk???SDAJKDAJHKJDK???"

If your eyes are sensitive to the light, there’s a good chance he gave you a pair of sunglasses. They might’ve even been your first gift from him! Having seen you wordlessly struggling with the glaring sunlight, he either leaves a pair in your locker or shoves them in your face while avoiding your eye contact. He will never admit that he was thinking about you, let alone worrying enough to get you something. Don’t ask, he will scoff and say it’s because he doesn’t want you dragging the team behind with your incompetence. Ouch.

You may have keen senses, like Reyna’s ability to hear people’s heartbeats. Your eyes are sharp, and you can smell copper like a shark despite nothing being spilt on the battlefield just yet; or perhaps your sense of smell is more distinct. Maybe certain people smell sweet and alluring or plain and uninteresting, if you have the urge to feed just like a vampire. You may even need to feed, in order to recover your strength. (On base, you totally drink from "juice pouches" Like some kind of morbid capri-sun)

If it’s the latter, Yoru most definitely draws you in the most. There’s just something you can’t put your finger on. If you focused on it, you'd be able to guess where he was with those heightened senses of yours. Mirror Yoru really needs to watch out when you’re on the prowl, that unique draw applies to him too

As a radiant related to creatures of the night, there’s a very good chance you can shapeshift into a bat! Yoru could never admit it but he thinks that form of yours is very cute. He definitely has the urge to just hold you whenever you shift. He thinks you can’t tell, but you can see the way his expression subtly changes to one of awe. No thought, only hold bat boyfriend gently.

Some agents have definitely found you like that, just napping somewhere in the common room with you in your bat form perched on his head. You might even be able to control or summon bats! He put a limit on how many you could summon in his room, though. He's not willing to have his bed be surrounded in bats, unfortunately :(

There’s been times where you've pushed yourself too far, the strain bearing its weight down on you. Like all radiants, you get tired when you use your abilities too much. You’re running on empty when you get hit badly, body too exhausted and hungry to mend itself like usual. Alone with a hand pressed to your biggest wound, you wait- head growing foggier as time seems to all but slow down.

You can’t describe the look on Yoru’s face when he finally finds you. He’s silent, and you can't hear his usual scolding and sharp insults. It's frightening, you realise. More frightening than your possible death. Instead, he's kneeling forward and offering his arm to your mouth. It’s positively dizzying when you breathe in, self-control broken as your body demands for you to accept.

When you finally snap back to focus, you’d never felt dread like that before, lurching backwards as you try and focus on hearing the thud of Yoru’s pulse. Guilt and anxiety are at the forefront of your mind, with apologies spewing forth and shaking hands. He only brings you into a slight hug, one partially induced out of light-headedness, as he mumbles your name and a partial command/plea,

“Take better care of yourself.”

He makes you swear to come to him whenever you need to drink after that. Yoru can't bear the sight of you like that again, slouched, wounded and gasping for breath with dulling eyes, your skin a sickly hue. He was prepared to offer as much as it took to get you back to usual. He probably accidentally confessed here and now, after realising just how much you meant to him.

If immortality is part of your radiant abilities, deep down, you knew this wonderful relationship would one day become a bittersweet memory. You avoided telling him for as long as possible, not wanting to burden him with your knowledge of what will happen. But one day, it’s inevitable as you gaze at the night sky and count the stars like they’re the countdown to the day you would be left behind.

You’re sombre, the terrifying thoughts weighing you down more than usual, and Yoru can tell whatever it is that had been plaguing you for these past few weeks is really piling up. He doesn’t want to have to force it out of you, but it pains him to see you like this. He’ll wait, no matter how long it takes to gather the strength

That day, you break. It’s as he holds your hand gently- as though you’re made of glass. He calls your name, not your code name, not a nickname. His tone is just as gentle, yet firm- steadfast in letting you know he has you as much as you have him,

“You can talk to me.”

You crack and splinter, caving in to his warmth and comfort. You vent the painful pangs in your heart, the dark storm that rages in your head. All that pent up grief and pain floods out into the abyss of night. To the world’s night and your night; the night that lets you cling close and embraces you readily to soften your anguish

[the-late-one]

Hello and welcome to a new episode of me writing a thousand words ficlet that turned into a 4k+ one.

Today, I am presenting you some pre-fall fluff and other things at the end.

Enjoy !

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I knew you

(A Good Omens ficlet) G-rated

One star was shining brighter than the others in that part of the universe.  A white blinding dot was sitting here, on what will much more later be the floor of an immaculate Heaven's building, but was for now invisible.

"Gnnnnk- Ouch !"

The figure, which appeared to be an angel with his wings deployed, was grumbling and swearing while picking at his feathers.

Aziraphale should have known not to get too close from the asteroids belt, but he really wanted to see the Earth from closer. The project was still kept secret, and the angels were authorized to suggest ideas for creations just because the Archangels couldn't handle all the work by themselves. But the final result, everyone would see it only when the almighty would decide to show it.

Now there he was, hiding, trying to heal his hurt wings away from his superiors. He could already hear Gabriel criticize the state of him. Luckily, he was just a cherub, and nobody was paying attention to him.

"Come on come on come on…" Aziraphale whispered, as if the broken feather on the back of his left wing was gonna get closer to hand reach.

"You need help with that ?"

The voice behind him made him jump, and before he got the time to turn around, the rebellious feather got plucked off.

"Ouch !" The cherub let a little cry escape his throat, taken by surprise.

"Oops, sorry. I'm not used to doing it for the others." 

Aziraphale looked behind him to find the other angel standing here, examining the feather with crossed eyebrows.

It was him. The star maker, with his red hair and big brown eyes. Eyes that flicked to Aziraphale's face in a second.

"Ah ! Aziraphale ! I was sure I'd seen these wings before." The angel smiled, all teeth out.

"It's you ! Wait, you remember me ?" Said Aziraphale, turning completely to the mysterious angel.

"Of course I remember you ! Why wouldn't I ?"

Aziraphale stumbled upon his words, "Well I'm– I'm not–"

"What happened to you anyway ? Look at your feathers, are you hurt ?"

The star maker circled him to check on the wings.

"Nothing, really." Said Aziraphale, folding the limbs against himself, "I just flew too close to erm… what do you call it ?... Asteroids ! It's entirely my fault."

"Not my asteroids I hope ?"

"Oh, no ! No no it was down there." The angel pointed behind him, "Around the Earth."

The star maker nodded, palming his chest in relief, "Phew ! You got me worried for an instant ! As you are here and that's my part of the universe. Well, not my part, but the part I helped crafting. We helped, by the way."

"I did nothing." Replied Aziraphale, a strange feeling building in his cheeks.

The star maker jumped in front of him, "You're joking ? Without you all of this would still be dark matter and dust !"

The feeling in Aziraphale's cheeks became more and more present. It was warm, and growing up the roots of his hair. If he could have hidden his head completely between his shoulders, he would have. Instead, he stared at the translucent floor under his feet.

The angel was high ranked, he could feel it. He didn't know his name, but you can't create stars and nebulas without a decent amount of power. Aziraphale wasn’t even sure he had the right to talk to him directly. At least, this angel was nice to him, the small cherub hoping to make friends among the vast Universe the Almighty created. Was he his friend now ?

Aziraphale got pulled off his trail of thoughts by soft hands landing on his left wing.

"Why don’t you use a little miracle to get them all clean ?" Wondered the star maker, absentmindedly stroking the longest feathers.

Aziraphale tried to ignore the chills running down his spine at the contact, "I'm afraid I can't do that. I'm not powerful enough to perform miracles for myself."

"I can do it for you–"

"No !" Aziraphale shouted, and the other angel stared at him with round dark eyes, "No, I don't want you to use your powers for me. Even less for my mistakes. I don’t think she would like that."

Aziraphale stepped aside, sitting back on the ground and gripping nervously at his wings, "I'll take care of that myself. But thank you for offering." He fumbled into the feathers to get back to work, suddenly very flustered.

Why would this angel perform miracles for him ? It didn’t make sense. It wasn’t his fault.

After a short moment of silence, Aziraphale felt a presence sitting behind him.

"Let me help you with that, at least." Said the star maker, running his fingers between the feathers to preen them.

At first, Aziraphale froze, undecided if the angel's insistence at helping him was a good thing or not, but he had to admit that a helpful hand was welcomed. He relaxed after the first few feathers being plucked, but kept his head low to be sure his new friend couldn't see how red his face was.

"You shouldn't do that." Aziraphale said, voice low and quivering.

"Hm ?"

"You shouldn't– you probably have way more important things to do than taking care of me."

"This is important. Isn't it important for you to look good ?"

Aziraphale hesitated, "Well, it is but-"

"Then it's important for me."

A long silence followed. Not an uncomfortable one. Not a heavy one. Just the kind of silence one could find relaxing after a hard day of work, even though work hasn't been invented yet. 

It's the unnamed angel that broke it, shifting position to get somehow closer to Aziraphale.

"So, what are you doing here ? I thought you were working on the Earth project ?"

"I wasn't. I mean, in a way, but I wasn't directly involved in anything. I'm not qualified for that."

The unnamed angel hummed, very focused on his task. Aziraphale continued :

"I made a few suggestions though. About plants mostly. Did you know that humans will have to ingest things to survive ? I did not understand how it works exactly but, they will. It's called "eating"."

"Weird."

"Isn't it ? I'm sure it will have a purpose."

"So what did you suggest ?"

"Oh I'm not sure it-"

"No no, go on, I'm curious now."

Aziraphale hesitated. It was the first time someone was asking him about his work here with genuine interest.

"Erm… I thought about something round. Maybe not completely round but, something soft, with multiple colors. Maybe red, or yellow, or green. It grows on trees so it's easy to find. I'm not sure about the name."

"Little colorful balls ? That's funny."

Aziraphale smiled, "Really ?"

"Yes. Sounds funny at least, especially to eat. What a concept. What is it called ?"

"I wrote down 'abble' but maybe they'll change it. To be honest, I don't even know if they'll use my idea."

"I did one too."

"Oh ? What about ?"

"Not for eating activities, it was for a living thing."

Suggestions for living things were only taken from the cleverest angels, because they supposedly knew better about life. That's what Aziraphale heard when the Archangels asked for ideas.

"A living thing ? You mean animals ?"

"Yes, one of those. I don’t think it's gonna make it to Earth neither, I didn't finish it. Had to fix a black hole before finishing it and when I came back the paper was gone, so." The angel giggled, "It was stupid. It's like a long thing with a head but you can't really tell where the neck stops and the body begins. And it has big teeth that hide inside his mouth so they don't stick out of it, and I was supposed to add legs and wings but I couldn't ! They just saw the sketch of the poor thing and went with it apparently."

"It doesn't have legs ?"

"No ! Maybe they'll add some themselves but otherwise it will have to crawl on the ground or something."

"Oh no…"

Aziraphale tried to contain a laughter but failed, and soon the two angels started to laugh together at the imaginary picture of the failed being. Hiding behind one hand, Aziraphale heard a new song that instantly became his favorite : The star maker's laugh. It was deep and unashamed, head falling backwards and eyes squinted so hard tears were starting to pool on their corners. For a moment, Aziraphale forgot about everything around, all the stars and nebulas and galaxies, because the shiniest object in space was the angel laughing in front of him.

When the star maker took a deep breath to stop himself, Aziraphale turned his head right away, realizing just now that he was staring, and that the other angel had started staring in return.

"That's cruel !" Said Aziraphale, composing himself.

"Not my fault !" Retorted the other, swiping his eyes, "Those idiots had to let me finish my work, that's all."

Aziraphale stopped smiling all at once.

Idiots

This wasn't a word anyone was supposed to use to call the upper angels. He tried to change the subject, suddenly tensing.

"And erm- what are you doing here ? The universe is so vast, have you already finished all the stars ?"

The star maker shifted again to be in Aziraphale's view, "My work is done for now. We have other things to care for. Something called 'gravity' for a start, so your humans will not float away from their planet. And it's gonna keep everything in place around us."

 Aziraphale made a little sound of approval, honestly more focused now on the angel busying himself with his wing than on his own task.

"So I stay here, checking if everything is working well." Continued the angel, "Plus, this is one the best spots to look at my creation."

With a growing smile, he pointed at the stars above them, "Look. You see these ones over there ?"

Aziraphale followed his finger, but for a novice, every object looked the same. He squinted his eyes, and his neighbor probably saw it because he got closer to him, aligning their eyes so they could look in the same direction. 

Aziraphale tried very hard to ignore the funny feeling building in his stomach when their temples brushed together, staring right in front of him instead.

"Here." The other angel insisted, lowering his voice to just above a whisper, "See the star next to the gas cloud. Well it looks like just one, but if you look closely there are two, and a third little one, staying close to each other."

Aziraphale finally spotted the star system the angel wanted to show to him, and in an attempt to nod, forgot for a second their proximity, almost bumping their heads together. But the star maker didn't seem to bother, suddenly grinning with excitement.

"These are my favorites ! Alpha Centauri, I called them."

Aziraphale made his eyes dance from the angel's cheery face to the stars, trying to understand why, in all the colorful, gigantic, artistic creations displayed in front of them, these three little stars were making him so happy.

He couldn’t stop his own smile from stretching his lips. "They are beautiful." He agreed, staring at the angel's glittering eyes.

The star maker's expression changed into something softer, content, as he turned to Aziraphale. "They are ours." He said, scanning his face with a new interest.

Before Aziraphale got the time to ask why, the angel sat back and resumed the preening. "I'm glad you like them too." He said, and for an instant, Aziraphale was sure he saw the angel's cheeks changing colors. Changing into something warmer.

"I like all of them." Aziraphale stated, almost shouting, words escaping his throat like a punch. Why did he say that ? He was meaning it, but did he need to say it out loud.

"Aw, thank you. They're not just mine but... thank you." The angel answered, visibly proud.

They both averted their eyes to focus on the last ruffled feather again, before the star maker mumbled something.

"I'm not getting that a lot."

"Hm ?"

"Compliments." Precised the angel with a clearer voice. "I don't– they never told me they liked them. Up."

"I'm sorry to hear that." Said Aziraphale, a sudden need to get closer to the other drowning him. He wanted to take his hand. He never wanted to take anyone's hand before, or even touch another angel. What was that ?

"It's all right. They don't tell me a lot of things to be honest. Sometimes I feel like they're avoiding me."

Aziraphale took a moment to digest this information. How could anyone want to avoid this angel ? He was the nicest being he met so far. He was joyful, clever, even a little bit funny.

"Oh I'm certain it's just a feeling." Aziraphale tried to reassure him. "They've all been pretty busy lately."

"I'm not the only one thinking that you know ? Actually we're a few thinking the same thing : it's like they were trying to push some of us aside."

"What are you talking about ?"

"I'm telling you, something is up with the Archangels."

Aziraphale was confused, and a certain fear grew inside of him. 

The other angel went on :

"Sometimes I find myself in the middle of a conversation, and all of a sudden everyone around is giving me a look and telling me that they have things to do somewhere else. Once or twice, I understand, but now they barely speak to me anymore."

Aziraphale was stunned. What this angel was telling him was beyond understanding. Was he saying there were teams forming ? It was impossible. Everyone was under the same umbrella, putting aside the ranks. And above all, negativity had no place here. 

What was even more worrying was that, apparently, the star maker wasn't alone feeling this. Who else ?

"Maybe, " tried Aziraphale, a small smile on his lips, "Maybe they just don't understand what you're talking about ? I like hearing you speak about the cosmos but, I have to admit, I'm not as passionate as you are and I feel a little lost sometimes."

"No it's not about that. Earlier, I was trying to peek on what was going on with the planets, because you know they made an almost exact replica of Earth next to it ? Well they almost erased it, took all of the water off, and put it on Earth instead. I asked why, they told me she preferred Earth, I said 'but why not use both ?' and they answered they didn't have time for that. Samael was so sad, he built it all by himself."

The angel was visibly becoming more and more angry.

"They want to destroy everything anyway. You told me the Universe would be gone in 6000 years. Earth too ! The people you worked on, they'll be gone ! Nothing left ! Lucifer told us. This one is a good guy, always welcoming."

The name echoed in Aziraphale's head.

Lucifer

The supreme Archangel.

"What is the point of working so hard to create everything for nothing ?" Concluded the angel.

Aziraphale released his wing, turning to the star maker, whose face was scrunched in this somehow adorable way Aziraphale saw earlier. He wasn't that angry, he was more confused and disappointed.

"I don't think you should get that upset about all of it. We can’t do anything about it, it’s God's plan. We can’t question it. It's ineffable."

"Well maybe someone should start questioning it ! Several angels even. Maybe you should."

"Would you please stop that !" Yelled Aziraphale, standing up and taking a step away, covering his mouth immediately.

The other angel stared at him, startled. "Oh, sorry, did I hurt you ?" He asked, concerned and looking at the wing he had between his hands the moment before.

Aziraphale shook his head, "No, you were very gentle, thank you. But it’s not about my wings ! You have to stop confronting the almighty like you do !"

"Why ?" Asked the angel, shrugging.

"Because it's- it's wrong !" Aziraphale was searching for a better answer, but he didn't have one. All he knew was that he had a bad presentment about all of this. 

He looked around themselves nervously, then crouched in front of the star maker.

"Listen." He murmured, "I really don't want you to get into trouble. If she planned all of this, it's for a reason, and we shouldn't care."

"Why are you so scared ?" Asked the other, leaning closer, adjusting his tone of voice to match Aziraphale's.

"I'm not– … I don't know. I just- feel like this isn't right."

"I'm just asking questions. I just want to understand."

"I know. But-" Aziraphale took his hand in his. It was warm, so warm. It was the first time his angelic skin was touching another, and it felt magical, almost too good, almost too much. But instead of dropping it, he squeezed lightly at the fingers against his palm. "What if it annoys her ? I don't want anything to happen to you."

The star maker stared at him for a moment, not saying a thing, letting his eyes jump from their joined hands to Aziraphale's eyes, and other spots on his face apparently as much interesting to look at. Then he smiled softly, using his free hand to cup the cherub's cheek.

This time, Aziraphale felt something inside of him stop. He didn't know what, but it stopped. The warm feeling nested in his face since the beginning of their interaction flowed down his entire corporation, making him feel like he was about to turn into a cloud of stardust. He couldn’t move, and he was pretty sure that if he started to speak, what would escape his mouth wouldn't sound like any form of language.

It didn’t last long before the star maker took back his hand, letting it fall on Aziraphale's.

"You could make a good principality." He said, his expression shifting into the excited one Aziraphale found himself so fond about all of a sudden.

"What ?" He whispered, his voice half gone to the nearest galaxy.

"You seem so attached to protect me. I think protection is your thing. They're searching for applicants to protect the people of Earth."

Aziraphale came back to himself, "You know things about Earth ?"

"I'm just hearing things." Said the star maker nonchalantly, a smirk stretching his lips.

Aziraphale looked at their squeezed hands, thinking for a moment. "A principality ? Me ?"

"Why not ?"

"It's a very high rank for me. I'm nothing. I'm just a cherub." said Aziraphale, sharing a small smile.

"So ? We were all cherubs once. We just got assigned jobs without asking. You should try. And hey, haven't you helped me create my nebulas ? That's one big step. Plus, we've got you all set, look at you ! All clean and fresh !" Said the star maker, pointing at Aziraphale's wings.

Aziraphale chuckled, looking at his feathers. He turned back to the angel, catching him moving his lips in a silent word while staring at the white wings. He didn't catch it, and instead took back his hands to slide an open palm against the rearranged down.

"Thank you. For that. I really needed a hand."

"Anytime." Answered the star maker, winking and standing up, and he instantly changed his expression again. "Not that you should get hit by meteors again ! But, if you need help, anything, I'll be there. Somewhere. Just– call my name very loudly and I'll come to you."

The burning feeling in Aziraphale's cheeks came back. "Oh that's very kind of you. I'd like to reciprocate but I don't know if I could be of any help at all."

"Noted." Said the other. "Being there for each other, there should be a name for it…"

Aziraphale frowned, thinking for a moment before the star maker interrupted his path of thoughts.

"Friends ! That'll do it. We're friends now !"

"Friends ?" Aziraphale wanted to protest again, claiming that they couldn’t be friends because of their rank difference, but he didn't. Somehow, the shining smile of the other angel made him forget about his worries. "All right. Friend… you're my first friend !" The cherub giggled.

"So are you for me." The star maker chuckled.

They looked at each other one last time, without a word, scanning each other’s face, searching for something, something they couldn’t put a name on yet into their eyes. 

Without a warning, the star maker unfolded his wings and turned away, "Well, see you, Aziraphale !".

"Until we meet again !" Answered Aziraphale, raising his hand, "Wait !"

But it was too late. The star maker disappeared in a reddish ray of light across the sky. 

Aziraphale put down his extended palm, intertwining his fingers together, suddenly feeling very alone. He stared at the dark spot where his friend was sitting a moment ago, mumbling between his teeth.

"You didn't tell me your name…"

***

"I'm Aziraphale ! By the way."

Crawly looked at him from head to toes, eyebrows crossed, "Yeah. I know." He said with a soft voice.

Aziraphale couldn’t contain his surprise, along with the feeling of happiness and relief growing in his chest. "You- You know ? You remem–"

"Yeah, I heard you talking with the humans. It's not my first day here, y'know. Had to do a little bit of scouting before executing the plan."

Aziraphale's expectations died there and then. Crawly, as it was his name now, wasn't remembering him. He had no idea how bad of an effect the fall could have on an angel, and sadly, he was starting to get the picture. The demon next to him was only looking like someone he used to know, he probably wasn't him at all anymore.

His hair wasn't looking as soft, his skin was paler, his eyes the ones of a snake. His wings were pitch black and ruffled, not white and impeccably preened.

He was someone else.

"Thank you."

Aziraphale didn’t answer, only nodding at the unexpected gratitude.  He couldn’t bring himself to look at Crawly for too long, memories of his lost friend stinging his heart like a thousand wasps. Instead, he kept observing Eve and Adam going away in the desert. 

When they disappeared from his view, he sighed, tilting his head to the sky to feel the rain pouring on his face.

"Interesting." He mumbled.

Crawly was still looking at him. He could feel the golden eyes heavy on him. Maybe it was the first time he was seeing an angel since his fall. Or maybe he was trying to remember…

"It’s called 'rain'." said Aziraphale. "I heard God talk about it but I never thought I would see it happening."

Crawly turned his eyes away.

"Amazing isn’t it ?"

"Huh ? Yeah…"

They both looked away.

"You’re not afraid of me ?" Asked Crawly.

The question was strange. "Should I ?"

Crawly took a minute to answer, "I don't know. I'm a demon, we're supposed to fight each other, aren't we ?"

"I don't wanna fight. It's not my role. Do you think I'm a danger to you ?"

Crawly’s eyes danced from the angel's face to his wing above his head, then he scoffed, "Really ?" He shook his head. "I don't wanna fight either."

The rain eventually stopped, leaving the two beings completely soaked. They parted ways, Crawly awkwardly stepping away from where he was being sheltered.

Aziraphale shook his wings in a few bats before starting to preen them, using just enough of a miracle to dry them clean. He was done in a few seconds.

"Well, that was something !" He said, with a cheeky smile on his face. "A few more minutes and we would have turned into fish !"

 Crawly, on his side, wasn't in the mood for a laugh, struggling with his damp feathers.

"It’s not an easy task, is it ?" Tried Aziraphale, guardedly approaching the demon.

"I’ve never been wet before." Said Crawly, shaking his wings.

Aziraphale fumbled with his hands before stepping closer, "I can give you a hand if you wa–"

"No ! I can do it myself !"

It was brutal and defensive. Snake eyes fiercely piercing through the angel's ones. It was so aggressive that Aziraphale had to back off to feel safe again, the demon's aura becoming darker.

"All right." Aziraphale whispered.

They stopped Interacting for a few seconds before Aziraphale started again, opting for a lighter tone.

"I have. Been wet before, I mean."

This seemed to get Crawly’s attention back, but the demon was still looking away. Aziraphale went on.

"I wanted to see the waterfall from closer. Until I remembered why it was called a waterfall. Didn’t know it was only water. Silly me."

Aziraphale smiled at his own story while Crawly looked at him in disbelief. He couldn’t contain a little smirk and turned his face away. Aziraphale heard a small chuckle before the demon looked at him from above his shoulder.

"You are not the principality I was imagining while coming up here." He admitted.

Crawly stood up, deploying his black wings completely.

"Are you sure you don't want my help ?" Asked Aziraphale once more.

"No, don't bother."

And in a snap of Crawly’s fingers, the wings were dry, along with his hair and togas.

He still had his powers.

Aziraphale stared at the feathers with more insistence now that they were completely exposed.

"There are a few broken ones." He murmured. He wasn't supposed to say it out loud, but Crawly heard him.

"They're still growing back." Said Crawly, eyeing at the black feathers.

Growing back ?

Aziraphale didn’t dare to imagine what this single sentence implied. Flashbacks of the war popped in his mind, and screams filled his ears. One scream in particular, and one painful smile.

Without realizing it, the angel had stepped so close to the demon that his hand had landed on one of his wings, tracing the damaged plumage with his fingertips. He came back to the present moment when he heard Crawly gasping under his touch.

"Oh ! Sorry ! I didn’t mean to do that !" Aziraphale pulled back abruptly, feeling the tears that started to nest in his eyes on the verge of falling. He blinked them away, holding his right hand with his other one as if he was incapable of controlling it.

"It's all right. You're curious. I get it."

"I really shouldn't have."

"It's okay, I– argh !"

Suddenly, Crawly grabbed his chest, like he was being pulled to the ground by some invisible force.

Aziraphale wanted to run to him, but kept himself to do so. What if it was his fault ? "Oh no, are you all right ? Did I do something wrong ?"

"Yes. I mean no. I think they’re calling me down there. I have to go."

"But- Oh… so that's how they do it." Murmured Aziraphale.

Crawly stood up, finally visibly relieved, and approached the end of the wall. He turned to Aziraphale.

"I guess," started the angel, "I'm not supposed to say it was nice meeting you ?"

Crawly huffed, "No. I think that's against our side's rules."

"Maybe, until next time then ? Who knows. Sometimes you think you’ll never see someone ever again, and yet…" Aziraphale lost the end of his sentence, reminding himself that he was the only one remembering Crawly’s past life.

Crawly nodded, and was about to jump from the wall, when he turned one last time to Aziraphale. 

"It was nice anyway." He admitted, barely looking at the angel's eyes. He raised a finger "Oh and you better clean what you’ve done to the wall before going. Trust me, you don't want her to see that."

Aziraphale frowned, looking around in panic, "How much do you know about what I've done here ?"

Crawly smirked, jumping from the wall to land lightly on the ground, "Until next time angel."

Aziraphale smiled at him in confusion, and watched as the demon turned into a snake again, before disappearing under the lush vegetation of Eden.

A feeling of emptiness gained him as he walked alone along the walls of the garden. The humans were gone, and the only other being he could talk to was not only a demon, but also went back to where he came from. The tiniest hope that Crawly would remember him was also gone. 

Nervously, Aziraphale fiddled with his ring, looking up at the sky, mind filled with questions, about why they've done this ? Why to him ? Why send him back to Aziraphale ?

He asked nothing, hurrying instead to mask what he'd done for Adam and Eve. 

As much as he loved him, he didn’t want to end up like Crawly. 

He didn't want to fall.

But deep down, he knew.

Maybe it was too late.

[boyfhee]

"and perhaps, the stars will go out before he forgets you."

crying emoji rn. at this point i have a cute (sad) little notepad with the best quotes from fics of urs on my phone

anyway, the angst? we are so back bb!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa, u did some vodoo shit on me cuz everytime i finish reading a fic of urs am like ??? hello??? my little heart is hurting :/// ??/ but it was so good BUT OUCH WTF u psychopath (lmaoo??? who called u out like that)

what im trying to say is jake and yn had an amazingly tragic love affair :(( i loved this fic tho it was beatiful for sure gonna come back to it when ineed to cry ^^

-swift anon for some reason this fic gave me major taylor swift vibes LMAO thats probably me but also ...aint that quite the compliment?

SWIFT ANON HI HELLO IVE MISSED U SM tbh every angst piece post i for u like i LOVE your reviews 😊😊😊 honestly i myself teared up a little while writing the end saur...ANYWAY THE PSYCHOPATH PART WAS SO UNPROVOKED IM STILL NTO OVER IT HELPSKJDSDF

mutf jakeyn r babies im sorry for putting them thru this but i have their whole story planned out like it was supposed to be an eight part fic yk?? also jake is better than me bc i would've kmsed if the person i love died like i will NOT COPE I WILL JS END MYSELF

[chunyaowo]

▽₊˚Chapter 1☁️♡

Hello! First of all, English is not my first language, so If there are any grammar, typos, or anything I am apologizing in advance. Second of all. It's been ages since I've written a fanfic, so please do excuse me if it sounds rough. Hope you're still  having a great time with reading!

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It is a beautiful day. The birds are chirping, and the sky is shining clear without any clouds to see, but you were less than happy. Today starts school again for you, and you're not motivated at all.

"I hope this day is going to end quickly" you're giving out a little sigh.

You arrived at school just in time and the first period is about to begin. It's your first school day after summer break, and like usual you're talking about Organisation things like new class teachers, students, etc. It is boring like always, nothing special nor interesting, so you decided to kill the time with doodling on your math booklet.

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As the time flies, it is now lunch. You took your bento out of your bag and decided to go and eat it somewhere more quiet.

Suddenly someone who is carrying many books bumped into you.( how cliché if you would ask me. But since the author likes clichés I'm going to shut up)

It happened so fast you're just seeing all the books falling on the floor, so do you as well.

"Ouch!"

"Oh my god, I am so sorry! Are you hurt?"

Your eyes were looking on the floor but suddenly gazed up to the masculine voice you're hearing. You're seeing a neither really tall nor a  really short guy with blue dyed hair tips and a worried expression on his face, reaching out his hand to you.

"Don't worry, I am fine, thank you"

You're thankfully taking his hand to get you up.

" I am very sorry for bumping into you, I just carried so much books, I barely could see anything, and as soon as I saw you it was too late and bumped into you."

You're seeing this guy bowing as a sign of forgiveness.

"Oh it's fine, don't worry!"

You bend down, helping with picking up the books, who lay all over the floor.

"Oh, It's not necessary, but thank you for helping!

The guy bends down and picks up the books as well. Suddenly your eyes catch something familiar. "Wait… this book… It's one of my favourite novels of all time! It's so well written!"

You paused.

"Oh… sorry, I overtook it."

Man, that's so embarrassing, but always when I see someone having the same interests as me, I always want to talk with them about it. I'll ask myself if he read it…probably not. He doesn't seem like someone who would read something like that. He's been carrying many books, maybe just because a teacher need them or something.

"No need to apologize. The novel is really something different, right?" The guy gives you a warm smile.

"Wow, so you know it?"

Your eyes started to shine.

"Of course, I love to read and write. And this one was sure a rollercoaster of emotions"

HE LOVES TO READ AND WRITE TOO? WHO IS THIS GUY

"Woah, I love to read and write as well! What is your name?"

"It's Ike. Ike Eveland. I'm in the third year. What about you?"

"Oh, my name is Y/N L/N. And I'm in the second year, so.. You're my senpai. It's nice to meet you, Eveland-Senpai."

"It's nice to meet you too, L/N- San." Ike gives you a warm smile in return.

"I've been thinking about this the whole time, may I ask what you were doing with all these books?"

"Oh, these are the new books that I wanted to classify in the library. I'm working there, you know?"

He's working in the library?

"Oh I see that's why. May I help you with carrying all these books?"

"That would be very kind of you." Ike gives you a heartwarming smile out of thankfulness.

Both of you are now in the library, you decided to help Ike a little bit more by helping him to classify the books in the shelves. Meanwhile, you and Ike having a little bit of small talk.

"Eh? So you like Anime and vocaloid as well?" You glanced at him with a shocked face. You never really met  someone that had so much in common with you.

"Yes, I absolutely do.They're one of my special interests!"

I never would have thought that I would find someone who is so passionate about these things just like me.

You both are glancing at each other with bright, shining eyes. It gives comfort to both of you, knowing that there is finally someone who you can talk about something that you are interested in.

"Riiiiiiing"

The time passed away sooner than it felt like. Both of you had so much fun with talking to each other.

"Oh, the break is already over? Time really flies, huh? Anyway. I need to go to class. Thank you for helping me with everything, and I'm very  sorry for bumping into you."

"You're welcome and no worries! I really appreciated our little conversation that we had!."

"Then I'm very glad." You're seeing how his lips shaped a little smile. Before Ike went back to his class, you're seeing how he turns around you and giving you a little wave.

"Let's talk again, okay?"

With these words he disappeared.

Eveland-senpai is really cool! Even though I don't really know him, but I kinda feel like that I can be myself around him.

Your stomach suddenly started growling.

Man! Because of all that I forgot to eat, I am so hungry…. Wait a second.. I WILL BE LATE FOR CLASS

The day was not how you expected it to be, but it was sure not bad. Hoping that maybe both of you will talk again.

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To be Continued

[seoafin]

HELLO ??? LITERALLY HAVE TEARS IN MY EYES UR FIC IS TOO GOOD ?????

i felt every single emotion reading it. i am numb.

(forgive my rambling... please)

megumi... poor boy. when ur around his age, you would imagine that you'd trust people easier, or have a "child-like faith" but he's the complete opposite and it BREAKS MY HEART LORDDDD

tsumiki as well... 😭 carrying so much on her back and she probably hasn't even learnt quadratic formula yet 😭 my heart aches everytime i think about her tbh. it takes an insane amount of maturity (for someone as young as her) to keep smiling and get things done for her and megs. or maybe she has double the amount of child-like faith that megumi just seemed to lose along the way. (just yet another way of how she's raising them both.... crying)

toji may be a piece of shit.... but he's my piece of shit im so sorry. glad that rip!mc gave him that wake up call though !! (if only she were canon.... gege im in ur walls).

satoru being angry and annoyed for this entire fic did make me giggle. personally, i don't think many things can get him that riled up,,, so let's just say im jumping up and down at the fact that someone so "boring" can make his blood pressure increase like no one's business. (i love how protective he is even though if u look closely, he can be borderline psychotic. he cares SO much about her anddddd i have tears in my eyes again. wow. just him immediately taking rip!mc to his room to play cards. him making immediate moves to help her and megs. that is SO important to me.)

suguru as well 😭 he is so cute shame... just constantly flustered 😭😭😭 thank you for making him happy.. it's all i've wanted for the past 3 years 😭😭😭 (him and satoru.... thin ice... love them tho. but thin ice)

shoko. im in love. nothing has changed. i understand rip!mc. plus,,, her being the biggest instigator LMFAOOOO 😭😭😭 not giving satoru, suguru, OR toji a moment of peace. such wife material actually. it's also so heartwarming that she doesn't pry into rip!mc's stuff, how she continues to lie to the boys just for her. the blind trust.... they're meant to be... (THE END WAS EVERYTHING TO ME. PERSONALLY.)

rip!mc.... you really dug at my heart this time 😭😭😭😭 i don't wanna overshare, but all i will say is, she is JUST like me. im fr just looking at myself at this point and all this kinda hits home 😭 (the daddy issues theme was amazing morgan love it) she is too kindhearted for her own good (sounds like SOMEONE... 😔) but i love her w everything in my heart. she deserves every single good thing and more that comes her way tbh. just her projecting her issues onto megs and toji was so heartbreaking. love her.

marie is so fine.

amazing fic as always morgan. you are genuinely such an amazing author, u really grabbed me and forced to feel every emotion in this fic 😭 ur talent never fails to amaze me. you >>>> the world. ly and goodbye. (more art coming ur way!)

IM SO GLAD YOU LIKED IT!!!!!

my favorite thing abt writing rip!mc is hands down her dynamic with megumi and i know i haven't written abt those two as much as i probably should've but i love them...i made it so that rip!mc would parallel megumi bc i wanted to explore a character that really had no other choice but to become a jujutsu sorcerer like in an another life rip!mc could've been megumi and megumi could've been rip!mc the possibilities!! tsumiki too. im rlly excited for her role in the upcoming chapters/arcs bc i rlly want to see more of her. just imagining tsumiki who is barely older than megumi taking on the role of responsibility when they were children breaks my heart. also a lot of ppl talk about megumi and toji but what about tsumiki and HER mother??? like yes toji abandoned megumi but so did tsumiki's mother like ouch that must've hurt or maybe she was just so used to it which is why taking care of megumi came so easy. maybe she was used to fending for herself 🥲

toji.... i originally envisioned rip!mc finding him in a pachinko parlor LMAO stsg were ALSO supposed to visit the hostess club unfortunately i cut the scene out bc it didn't make sense. but yes the man definitely needed a wake up call personally i think rip!mc should've been even harsher but the girl was straight up dissociating that entire conversation fjdksfdjnks

hs gojo is such a tsundere!!! like it's part bc he sucks at communicating and it's another part the fact that rip!mc is just extraordinarily dense in aspects. he also just assumes that it's a given that people understand him (like geto does) LMAO. i feel like that's the difference between hs gojo n adult gojo in regards to his relationship with rip!mc. adult gojo is just a lot more confident in how to handle her and knows exactly what buttons to push while hs gojo is a lot more rash and easier crueler with his words. he is the WORST.

when else is geto not going to be happy other than in my fics 😔 i love him so much!!! i wrote all the geto scenes for this fic first and then tried to figure out where to fit gojo let me TELL YOU. all the geto parts were done and written!!! it took me like 3 months to finish gojo's though 😭😭😭

ok let's talk shoko aka the TRUE ENDING. yes shoko is the biggest instigator ever. it would be hilarious to see gojo and geto riled up while also asserting her Dominance as rip!mc's number 1 <33333 in the end she's the only one that actually and truly just wants the best things for her bf even if that may or may not include stsg. these bitches r so gay.....gojo n geto r just willfully blind about it DNFJKSDNJF

thank you so much for reading friend!!! once again im so so so so happy you enjoyed it <33333 like if even one person enjoyed that makes me soooo happy and thank you for letting me read your thoughts I LOVE WHEN PPL TALK TO ME ABT MY FICS <3333 also i will eagerly be awaiting whatever u draw omg

[mithrilhearts]

for the writer ask game - 43, 45, 63, 64 lol

Well hello there!! Am I surprised to see any of these questions? Nahhhh lol anyway, let's go!

43. Do you take a sadistic joy in whumping your characters, or are you more the "If you hurt them I would kill everyone and then myself" kind of person?

I'm a little bit of both. Hurt/comfort is so important to me, and I do get a little bit of joy when I put my characters through the wringer, if only because I know there will be a happy ending waiting for them...eventually.

45. Do you want to break your readers‘ heart or make them laugh?

BOTH!! Absolutely!

63. Something you hate to see in smut.

This is just me plopping the first things that come to mind - non-realistic lubrication. Like...some of the things I've seen people write in their smut make me go KSJDKJJSDF OUCH???? (or better yet, no lube at all, also ouch). I also really am not a fan of using too many "silly analogies" (especially when they don't make sense: galloping abs, anyone???? - my favorite dramatic smut reading "sandra hill's rough and ready" please youtube it and thank me later.)

64. Something you love to see in smut.

DIALOGUE!!! Fun and sassy dialogue that stick true to the characters, no less! I love when they can be cheesy and spicy together, not break character, and still have a fun time. As a bonus towards my personal taste with Bagginshield: I love seeing Thorin and Bilbo as switches, neither is always in charge, and they respect whoever is leading - but am definitely keen on Top!Bilbo and Bottom!Thorin. There's just something about it that makes me go UNFFFF. I love it when Bilbo gets to take control and Thorin is just...compliant as fuck. Yessssss.

[pitbullwithaship]

DOCTOR WHO LIVEBLOG S5 EP8

I am very proud of myself because I actually did schoolwork and I'm now rewarding myself with an earlier Dr Who watch than normal.

Aw cute village

Cute kid and his dad awww

What is he keeping at I wonder

(My dog stepped on my leg and it really hurts now ouch)

Science stuff?

Onwards and downwards! Yay!

Okay is the dad gonna die because if he does I'm gonna cry he seems like a really good dad

Shaky shaky oh dear

Snow on the monitor is bad! And so are funny electricity noises!

Glowy blue hole hello?

It absorbed his flashlight and his hand now too what?!

Oh no please don't die

Okay he's dead that is a hungry floor

That is definitely not Rio

Strange ground is strange

Ooh blue grass like bluegrass I like bluegrass the music

OOH 2020 THATS A DOOMY PLACE

THING

Separating is not good!! You should try and stay genre savvy y'all!!

Who do they think he is exactly? OH WAIT POLUCE I GUESS

A little B&E never hurt anyone!

Missing bodies, that's fun

I don't think grass tastes that good, which is something I wish I could tell kindergarten me

"Don't let go" "Never" is adorable

Poor Amy omg

Poor Doctor awww

WHEN YOU ELIMINATE THE IMPOSSIBLE WHATEVER REMAINS HOWEVER IMPROBABLE MUST BE THE TRUTH CULTURED CHILD THANK YOU

I love the Doctor, truly

Ooh still drilling!

That's ominous

Red stuff in the sky, always a good sign

Poor Rory

Poor Rory

Poor Doctor and Rory

Hello underground Amy

Poor lady and her kid awww

Dyslexic kid yay! I can't do the words sometimes either but I can't do the talking words mostly the writing words are fine

So much, awwww doctor

He's so good with kids awww

Old people love, nice

You're right Rory, it is rubbish

Bye bye light

Oh dear Elliot

Oh dear scary thing

Oh no oh no he's all gone

Oh that's a creepy creature poor Ambrose aww

Sunglasses?

Heat seekers!

Meals on wheels hurrah

Okay Amy woke up?

What's she in

Alien doctor then?

Aww she's pretty

She's also a bit confused, which is fair

Very friendly interrogation

Okay that's a bit icky, they should have room on their own original planet

Oh you don't know what he'd sacrifice

NO DISSECTIONS DUDE

Thank you Doctor!

She better not end up dying she's nice

She's very upright

Okay is dude being poisoned by the- yes he is it's green which is not good is it gonna midnight control him to kill her cuz that seems likely cuz then they have grounds for attack

Oh good the people are getting dissected then

It's a lot isn't it

Ha called it that is a civilization indeed

[simpforfandoms]

Forward

I love Beyoncé, also I’m a procrastinator this should’ve been out like 2 weeks ago but oh well. Also i suck at writing fight scenes so bear with me.

Part 2 to me, myself and I

Pairing: past!tim drake x reader

Genre: angst? Hurt/comfort

Word Count: 3.8k (11 pages on docs)

summary: reader gets closure and Tim gets a redemption arc?!?!? What!?!? Yes. I’m the author and I get to do whatever I want.

masterlist

It’s been a month since you broke up with Tim.

You wish you could say you didn’t miss him. That you were over him. But the truth was that he was your first love. Ever since the breakup, you’ve become more distant and reserved. You hardly ate. You hardly came out of your room. Your grades had plummeted. All your friends were Tim’s friends. So you couldn’t talk to them. You couldn’t sit with them at lunch without having to see Tim and Stephanie. Since the breakup, Tim and Stephanie officially got back together. They’re playing it off as if Tim didn’t cheat on you. It makes you sick to your stomach. You have to walk down the halls and hear whispers about you while everyone loves them. It’s not fair. You hated your school. Not one person has asked you your side of the story. They just believed that Tim had broken up with you so he could be together with Stephanie. You wish he had. That would spare you feeling betrayed. Whatever it’s fine. You were fine. You were handling the breakup just fine.

…

“Can we talk?” Tim says leaning against your locker as you close it.

“What is there to talk about?” You reply not even looking at him.

“I wanted to apologize for well, you know”

“No, I don’t know Tim. Apologizing for cheating on me? For lying to me? For convincing me to sign up for tutoring? For not defending me? For letting everyone believe that you didn’t cheat? That I was no good? For ruining my reputation?” You say finally looking at him in the eyes.

For a moment he looks dumbstruck. Before he even gets the chance to respond you walk away and go to your last class of the day. He really thinks he can fix everything with a half-assed apology. You thought he was supposed to be smart.

The wait was he following you? What? Wait do you have this class together? Oh my god.

You go into the classroom and sit at the back corner desk. You watch as Tim sits on the opposite side of the classroom. That’s probably why you haven’t noticed him. The bell rings.

“Good evening class, for your final project you and an assigned lower class man will be putting together a family tree. This will help you practice working with younger kids and building your communication skills. You must help the lower-class men piece together their family history. You might remember doing this with an upper-classman when you were a freshman. The rubric is on paper. The project is due next week and you will present it. There will be no given time to work on it in class. You must find time to do it outside of school. The partners are as follows…”

You didn’t really pay attention to everyone else’s partners. A family tree would be easy enough. How hard could it be? You just help a 14-year-old dig into their family history. Easy peasy.

“Y/n L/n with Damian Wayne”

Wait. Damian Wayne? Tim’s horrid younger brother? There must be a mistake.

“The lower class man will come in and introduce themselves to you. Everyone, please grab a name tag so they know who you are. I expect you all to be kind to them.” Your teacher finishes

After everyone gets their name tags the freshman come in. Damian instantly walks over to you. He remembers you. Great.

“Hello, L/n,” Damian says blandly.

You can tell he’s not happy to do this project. Then again, neither are you. You can’t help to feel that someone’s watching you.

“Hi, Wayne” You reply back

“After school, you will come home with me to Wayne manor. We will start on the project. I want to get this over with” Damian says.

“But what if I have plans?”

“You don’t”

“How do you know”

“Look at yourself L/n. You do not have plans”

Ouch. Truth hurts, you guess. Damian looks behind you and says

“Quit looking at us Drake, it’s weird”

So that’s why felt someone was looking at you. Why was Tim looking at you? The bell rings.

“Follow me,” Damian says

You don’t know why you’re listening to him. You follow him to a car anyways. He opens the door for you. Much better manners than Tim.

“Thanks,” you say as you get in.

Damian gets in after you. Then Tim. Oh right, Tim. He’s Damian’s brother.

“Good Evening, Miss Y/n. I haven’t seen you in a while” Alfred tells you.

“No time for chit chat Pennyworth, we have to get this project done” Damian responds before you can

“Alright Master Damian”

…

When you get to the Manor everything’s the exact same as when you saw it. You expected some things to be different. You’re greeted with Dick.

“Oh my god, Y/n where have you been! I missed you!” Dick says as he rushes to give you a hug.

“Grayson unhand L/n at once, we have work to do”

“Wait you aren’t here for Tim?” Dick says.

Did Tim not tell them you broke up with him? Tim just coughs to tell Dick to shut up. You follow Damian upstairs but you can hear Dick yell.

“WHAT! YOU GUYS BROKE UP!! I LIKED HER! DID EVERYONE ELSE KNOW ABOUT THIS?”

“Shut up Dick, she can hear you” Tim whisper yells at him.

Well, at least one of the Wayne family members liked you. On the way to Damian’s room you see serval other members of the family.

“Hey Y/n, long time no see.” Jason says as he waved at. Then he comes close and whispers in your ear

“If you need me to beat the shit out of Tim, I will, just say the word”

You laugh.

“Todd leave L/n alone we have work to do”

“Fuck off demon brat”

You continue the journey to Damian’s room. You see Cass. She runs up and gives you a hug.

“I missed you too Cass” you say

Then you finally make it to Damian’s room.

“Now we can finally get this project done” Damian groans

The project requires a visual aid and a paragraph explaining each family member's life.

“I’ll do the visual aid and you can go Interview my family,” Damian says

You know there's no negotiating with him. So you just get up and grab a pen and paper. As you open the door you run into a boy. Like literally run into. You fall to the floor.

“Oh my god I’m so sorry” The boy states

You get a good look at him. You were about to say it’s fine before Damian responds for you.

“Kent I would appreciate it if you didn’t concuss my partner”

“Wait you have a girlfriend”

“No! he’s like 10,” You say quickly

“I’m 14”

“10 in my books”

“Shut up. Go do your job”

“Fine,” you turn to the boy “Nice meeting you?”

“Oh Jon. Jon Kent” He says

“Y/n L/n” you reply with a smile then walk out of the room.

You continue walking to go interview people in Damian's family.

"Hey y/n, can we talk?" Tim stops you.

Why does Tim keep on trying to talk to you? Just talk to him so he'll stop.

"Sure," you say with a fake smile.

"Look I get that you're mad and stuff. And I'm sorry that you feel like that. But it doesn't give you an excuse to spread rumors about me."

Um. What? That's what he wanted to talk to you about. You've never once talked shit about him.

"What are you talking about Drake?" You spit with venom.

"You know damn well what I'm talking about," Tim says with equally as much venom.

"No, I don't!" You yell loudly causing a scene.

"Don't act dumb. You've been telling everyone I cheated!" Tim yells back.

Now the whole family was in the hallway watching.

"No, I haven't. Even if it is true I know how much it would ruin your reputation. Why would you think that?!?!?"

"Because I did cheat on you! Who knows what you would do for payback." Tim yells.

The whole family gasps.

"You did what?" Dick says.

"Not cool dude," Jason says shaking his head.

"I expected more from you, Drake."

Cassandra and Alfred just look at Tim in disappointment. Tim's silent.

"you know, I didn't tell anyone why I broke up with you. Maybe it was because I still had some loyalty to you. Or maybe it's because no one asked. I can't believe you would believe that I would let everyone in our business. I at least I have some morals, unlike you. Fuck you."

smack

"Holy shit. Did she just bitch slap him?" Jon says.

"Better her, than me," Jason says as he walks away.

"You kinda deserved that Timbo," Dick says as he pats Tim on the back and walks past him.

Cass and Alfred shake their head and walks away. You walk back into Damian's room. Jon and Damian follow you.

"New plan, I do the visual aid you interview your family." You say.

"Fine. But only because I pity you. Jon watch her and make sure she does a good job"

"Thanks, Damian," You say with a forced grin.

Damian walks out.

"So where did he leave off?" You ask Jon

"Well we really didn't do anything, before well y'know"

You look at the blank poster board.

"I guess we start with his great grandparents"

Jon hands you a picture of a beautiful woman. 'Rúh al Ghul'

"No way she's his great-grandma" You state in disbelief

"Wait I forgot we can't do his mother's side. I found all these pictures for no reason" Jon says.

"Damian made you get pictures of his relatives?" You ask, raising an eyebrow.

"He didn't make me, I offered," He says, shrugging.

"What are you? Some kind of angel?"

“I’m his best friend”

“Aren’t you like 17?”

“I’ve known him since I was born” Jon says blankly

“That’s not even possible”

“Time travel.” Is all Jon says

You don’t ask more, you’ve known the Bat Family long enough not to ask questions. You and Jon finish the family tree.

“Hey can I get your phone number” Jon asks you

“Uh I just kinda got out of a relationship”

“No! That’s not what I meant. I mean not that you aren’t lovely, I’m just in a fully committed relationship! You just seem cool and I would love to be your friend. Just don’t tell Damian, he can get a bit jealous.” Jon explains quickly

“Are you’re sure your girlfriend would be okay with that?” You ask

“I have a boyfriend” Jon says bluntly

“Oh my gosh I’m so sorry for assuming!”

Jon just bursts out laughing.

“Why are you laughing I’m serious!”

In between breathes Jon says, “Y/n I don’t care lots of people think I’m straight”

“Well that doesn’t mean it’s okay”

“Y/n seriously it’s fine.” Jon says as he stops laughing

“If you say so”

You give him your number. It might be nice to have a friend. Well you did have friends but they are all friends with Tim. So they’re not really your friends anymore. At least you’ll have one. Jon. While you’re lost in your thoughts Damian bursts in.

“I’m done. My family is imbeciles,” Damian shouts

“Yeah I know” you say with an eyeroll

“We’re done here Y/n, goodbye” Damian tells you

“That’s it?!? I don’t even have a ride home!”

“Pennyworth can give you.”

“Fine.” You say as you walk out.

“She’s nice” Jon says as you walk out

“To bad Drake ruined the only good thing he had,” Damian states.

…

Tim ruined it. He ruined the one good thing he had. Sure Stephanie was awesome but was she really worth loosing you? He knew he could’ve just apologized. Then things would go back to normal and you guys could live happily ever after. But when he heard you talking to Jon he turned green with jealousy. He made things worse. Of course you didn’t tell anyone that he cheated on you. He knew you didn’t. He just wanted something to be mad at you for. It makes him sound like a total douchebag. And he supposes he is. He cheats on, then he dates Stephanie, then he acuses you of something you never did. He fucked up bad. He deserved that slap. He deserved a lecture from Alfred. He doesn’t know why he does it but something compels him to text Stephanie.

we’re over

thank god, I didn’t want to be mean but us getting back together was a mistake lol

yeah

And with that him a Stephanie are over. Did he seriously ruin your relationship over a girl who didn’t even want him?!? Oh my god. He’s so stupid. He wants to apologize to you. Kiss you and make everything better. But you don’t deserve that. You got your closure. You found your peace. You don’t deserve to get that ruined.

Knock

“Come in” Tim yells looking up from his screen.

Dick comes in and sits on the corner of Tim’s bed.

“Look if you’re gonna give me a lecture, Alfred beat you to it”

Dick just sighs.

“Yeah I figured. He probably gave me the same one. Y’know I cheated on Kori and Babs…like a lot”

“Dick everyone knows”

“Yeah. But look at me and Babs now. We’re stronger than ever. She still has some trust issues and that’s on me. But she loves me to death and I love her. I would never do anything to harm her. I was really immature when I did cheat on her, I’ve grown. It took years for her to gain back that trust. But it was worth it because I love her. And I know you love y/n and she loves you. You just have to give her time.” Dick finishes

“I guess you’re right, but I really fucked up-“

“Language!”

“Sorry, I messed up. Really messed up. I ruined it”

“Yeah, I know. How’s your face by the way? That looked painful” Dick chuckles

“It’s fine, thanks for asking” Tim says sarcastically

“Listen, your relationship with y/n isn’t broken. If you really care about it give it time. But you have to put in the effort to let her know that you care”

“Thanks Dick”

“No problem, but you better not do cheat again or else I’m gonna let Jason beat you up” Dick says as he walks out.

Tim knows what he has to do.

…

The next day (Saturday), you have nothing to do so you just binge your favorite tv show for the fifth time and text Jon. Surpisaly he's an interesting person to talk to.

"Y/n, sweetie, something got dropped off for you." Your mom yells up the stairs.

"Coming!"

As you go downstairs you see your mom holding a beautiful bouquet filled with different variations of your favorite flower.

"Who's it from," You ask your mom.

"I don't know but there's a note," She says as you take the flowers from here.

You rush back up into your room and set the bouquet down on your desk. You grab the note. It reads:

'Y/n I am extremely sorry. Stephanie wasn't worth it. You are the only good thing that's happened to me. I hope you can find it in your heart to forgive me. I love you. I'm sorry. -Tim'

You sigh to yourself and look at the flowers. He remembered your favorite flower. That thought brings a smile to your face. Against your better judgment, you text him.

Thanks for the flowers, they're gorgeous.

Almost instantly he responds.

I'm glad you liked them. I genuinely am sorry.

Before you can respond you get a call from Jon. You answer.

"Y/N DO NOT RESPOND TO HIM I SWEAR TO GOD"

"What-How did you-Where are you!?!?"

"Wayne manor. I may or may not have looked over Tim's shoulder and saw him texting you. Then I may have snuck off to call you. I mean honestly, It's not my fault he was practically hunched over his phone like he was waiting for something to text him. Naturally, I got curious. So imagine my surprise when I see you texting him?"

"Listen he got me flowers and he remembered my favorite flower"

"But he also cheated on you. Soooooo you need to heal and fully trust him before you get back together with him. Well if you get back together with him. You gotta play hard to get. Make him put in more effort to show that he really is sorry and that he really cares. Ok?"

"I guess.."

"That's what I thought. Now I gotta go or Damian is going to come to find me. I told him I went to the bathroom. Bye!"

He hanged up on you. You were about to text Tim back anyways but then you get a text from Jon.

stay strong!

...

It was Sunday evening and your parents had gone on a double date with work friends. Meanwhile, you were stuck babysitting the other couple's kid. The kid was sweet and well-behaved but he just wouldn't stop talking about heroes. His favorite of which was Red Robin. Yep. Your ex-boyfriend. It’s so comical you could almost laugh. Almost. Anyways, right now the boy, you have come to know as Ian, is showing you his totally radical martial art moves. You’re pretending to be interested but really you’re just on your phone scrolling though social media and occasionally texting Jon.

“Y/n, Y/n did you know that Red Robin was originally a robin?!?!” Ian says as he suddenly stops his kick.

“No I didn’t, but that’s cool!” You say.

“When I grow up, I wanna be just like him!”

“I’m sure you will” You mumble

bang

You hear a bang coming from upstairs. Weird.

“Uhh Ian, why don’t you stay down here while I go check something”

“Ok Y/n!”

As you head upstairs worry begins to feel your head. More noises and shuffling comes from upstairs. What if it’s a robber? When you approach the top of the stairs, the noises become louder and seem to be coming from your room. You slowly walk towards your door. You turn the knob and peak in. You are instantly met with with a pair of un familiar green eyes. You instantly scream and slam the door. Ian runs up the stairs to you but before he can say anything you grab his arm and rush into your parents room. You lock the door quickly. You let out a hushed breathe.

Ian finally speaks, “what is happening?”

You were about to explain but you’re interrupted by loud footsteps. You grab Ian again and throw him into a closet. You place your finger against your lips to signal him to keep quiet. The doorknob of your parents room starts jiggling. You don’t know what to do. Sure you knew some basic self-defense thanks to Tim but not enough to protect yourself and Ian against a intruder. Before you even think about it you send a text to Tim.

I think someone broke into my house and is currently trying to get to me and Ian. I don’t know if you could help real quickly that would be great

He replies within seconds

Wait what?

Who’s Ian?

What do you mean you think?

I’m pretty sure you would know

Y/N

I’m heading over right now

Stay safe please

“I know you’re in here! Just come out so you can meet my friend! HAHAHAHAHAHA” A sickening voice says

You almost recognize that voice. Wait is that Joker?!?? What the fuck was he doing in your house? Tim better get here quick. Joker, you think, starts banging on the door. Shit. You quickly get into the closet with Ian just as the door kicks down.

“Where are you? Oh I know the closet! How cliché!”

He turns towards the closet. That’s when you get a good view of him from the blinds. Sickening pale skin. Bright green hair even in the darkness of the night. And a enormous smile that looks to be painted on. Oh god. You’re so dead.

Joker pulls out a gun and points it to you and Ian in the closet.

“Sorry it had to end this way. I’m just kidding HAHAHHAHA!”

As he pulls the trigger you close your eyes preparing for a bullet but it never comes. Instead a whole bunch of confetti shoots out with a banner that says “bang!”.

“Oh come on! Let’s try this again shall we?”

As joker goes to reach for the gun he’s tackled to the floor.

“Awww man the batman couldn’t even show up! It had to be one of his sidekicks” Joker says in between punches.

“Shut up.” Tim says as he lands a punch to jokers face.

You open up the closet door grab Ian and run out of the room. You don’t know where to go you just run. You might’ve run out of your house and into the dangerous road. But who cares? You surely don’t.

…

One busted lip and police talk later, you are sitting on your couch with Ian waiting for your parents to get home. Tim, or Red Robin walks over to you.

“I just got done filing the report, Joker got sent back to Arkham. I don’t know why he came to your house. That remains a mystery. Are you two okay?”

Ian stares in awe.

“YOURE RED ROBIN! THE RED ROBIN! I CANT BELIEVE IT! YOU SAVED ME! ME! YOURE MY HERO! IM GONNA TELL JOSE HES GONNA BE SO JELOUS!” Ian says almost inaudible.

“Heh yeah that’s me” Tim says rubbing the back of neck.

“Ian calm down, your parents are gonna think I gave you too much sugar.”

“CALM DOWN?!?!? Y/N YOU JUST MET A REAL LIFE HERO! WHY ARE YOU CALM?!?”

“Hate to break it to you, but I’ve met him before and he’s not that great.” You tell him.

“Hey!” Tim says defensively.

“YOUVE MET HIM BEFORE AND YOU DIDNT TELL ME?!?!?? HOW COULD YOU?!?!?” Ian shouts

You just shrug in response.

“Well that’s my cue to go” He says as he walks away.

“Wait Red Robin!” You run up to him and kiss his cheek quickly “Thanks for saving me” Then you walk back to the couch.

“Yeah anytime” he mumbles.

You might just forgive Tim. Your phone dings.

Y/N DONT YOU DARE GO BACK TO HIM

or do, your body your choice. I’ll support you either way

You quickly type back

Thanks Jon

[eoncafe]

Why hello it's me again and I'm here to bother you- ᐠ( ᐛ )ᐟ

Saw your requests r open and decided to request 三三ᕕ( ᐛ )ᕗ how about pitaya and ananas dragon with a dragon reader but, reader is more powerful than them and literally having the power that can destroy the whole(or half you can decide) eartbread but is cold and calm just prefers to live a peaceful life like other cookies? And sometimes just wishes to be normal and a simple cookie??

are u drinking water and eating enough btw uwu?

thank you for the request! i always love writing for the dragons. and thank you for checking on me. i could be better but i’m taking care of myself

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pairing(s): ananas dragon x reader, pitaya dragon x reader (platonic)

type: headcanons

warnings: none

reader type: gender neutral (they/them) dragon

currently listening: pengosolvent - all to dust

notes: i love the dragons mhehehe. might be w bit short (again, i just don’t have motivation >_>)

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ananas

a dragon? more powerful than THEM?

preposterous!

they aren’t too keen on you at first

i mean, you outpower them by a wide margin…that’s gotta hurt their pride. ouch

but they become a little more comfortable after finding out you don’t plan to USE that power at all

you’ve taken to visiting them every day and eventually they grow used to it

you like the great golden dragon! you have from the start

“of COURSE you do! who wouldn’t?”

they’re secretly overjoyed that a great dragon such as yourself chose them to be your mate

they secretly admire your gentleness despite your power

whenever you feel wistful or eye the mortal cookies, ananas is there

they aren’t great with comforting others, but they’re beside you the whole time

one day they hope you’ll appreciate your scales

pitaya

the great red dragon also admires your gentle nature

after all, if it had been them, they would have used it by now

the great warrior is a tad jealous, but more than anything they’re glad to have someone that can match their strength in battle!

they don’t understand why you want to be normal

after all, being a dragon is great! who wouldn’t want all of that power?

they try to take your mind off of it with fighting or exploring, flying through the valley and the surrounding forests

they might be brash but they still want you to be happy

occasionally you leave to live among the cookies for awhile and visit with them

they wait for you during those periods, secretly missing you, though they would never admit it

[mediocre-writerr]

peer pressure [jo wilson]

jo wilson x reader

requested by anon: hey there! i saw you accept requests for greys anatomy, so i was wondering if you could write for jo wilson? she's dating y/n in secret bc the two of them are still figuring out their relationship. y/n is brought to the hospital and since no one knows about the two, jo is assigned to operate on her but jo gets really stressed and panicked, not wanting to mess up. protective jojo would be sweet <3

warning: shooting, blood

*not my gif*

The sound of a phone ringing awoke you from your peaceful slumber. You grabbed the pillow from next to you as you threw your head over it. A familiar weight on top of you. 

“Jo,” she just hummed in response, “Jo, your phone,” 

Her head immediately shoots up and grabs it off your bedside table, but not before elbowing your stomach in the process. You let out a groan, “Oops, sorry love,”

“Hello,” her voice rang out as she answered her phone, “Okay I’ll be right there!”

You remove the pillow off your face as she hung up, “I have an emergency surgery that I need to scrub in on. You’ll pick me up, right?” 

“Same spot, in. my dark ominous tinted car,” I joked with her and she jokingly rolled her eyes. You paused before continuing to talk, “Have you thought about us? I know after Alex you weren’t sure if you wanted to date again, but I don’t know if we’ve been going on dates and getting closer. I know you want to be ready-” 

She leaned over as she changed into a pair of scrubs that she kept at your place, just in case stuff like this happened, and placed a soft kiss to your lips. 

“We’ll talk about when I get back, okay?” you let out a sigh knowing that this isn’t the first time that she avoided the conversation, but you put on a tight lipped smile before nodding. 

“I’ll call you when I’m off,” she shouted before walking out the door.

“Okay, I love you. Go save some lives Supergirl!” you shouted back, but it was too late the door was closed. 

That’s what you always did, you always shouted it right as the door closed, because you knew that she wouldn’t reciprocate those feelings. 

You understood her need to keep her walls up. She was married to Alex and then he just up and left, but you wanted more than hiding on a corner block away from the hospital just so her friends wouldn’t see. 

You looked at the time on your clock and let out another groan. There was no point in trying to get a little more sleep. You rolled out of bed to get ready for your day at work. 

The day was a little cold compared to the fast few days. But you continued your walk towards the familiar coffee shop you stopped in every morning before work. However, today was different, through the coffee shop window you could see a heated argument occurring.

You bursted into the coffee shop to see your usual barista Kate shaking in fear. The man turned around and he had a gun in his hand. You put your hands up immediately knowing what to do in a situation like this.

“Hello sir, whatever you need we can give it to you,” you told him, trying to ease the situation.

“I want the money that’s in the register!” he screamed.

You shook your head, “Okay, you got it. Just put the gun down please,” he slowly lowered the gun and you gave Kate a nod, “Unlock the register, it’s going to be okay,” 

Just when you think you’re safe and the man’s about to leave. His ski mask slips off his face and you breathe out a sigh, knowing now that you’re a liability. 

“Shit!” he yells, pointing the gun back at you and Kate.

“Just go, we won’t say a word,” you told him. 

He shook his head,  “I can’t let you do that,” 

And with that a shot rang through the coffee shop. You felt your body go cold as you fell onto the floor, clutching your side. 

Then you could see him point his gun at Kate, so you did what you were taught to do. You got up quickly from off the floor as you stood in front of her. The bullet hit your shoulder as you fell down once more. Before another shoot could ring out, you could see the blurry visions of officers behind him. 

Your breathing started to become ragged as the blood starts to leave your body bit by bit, “Kate...” you whispered and she looked at you panic in her eyes, “I need you to put pressure on my wound, okay? I’m losing too much blood to-to do it myself,” 

But before you could feel any pressure, your vision slowly faded away.

“Y/N, you don’t have to pick me up right now. There was a robbery at the coffee shop, there’s one injured and I was assigned. I’ll call you again when I’m done,” Jo spoke into the phone after trying to call you three times. 

Jo immediately ran out to the parking lot where the ambulance park. The paramedics arriving right as she got out there. They burst through the ambulance door as Jo went over to them. 

“What have we got?” she asked, not giving a look at the patient for just a second.

“We found the ID of Detective Y/N Y/L/N,” the paramedic said.

With that Jo immediately lifted her head from the bullet wound and saw your pale face going in and out of consciousness. A pit falling into her stomach as she completely blocked out everything else.

“Y/N,” she whispered, fear evident in her eyes.

You looked at her with a loopy smile, grabbing a hold of her hand, and squeezing it with all your might. You could feel your eyes start to slip away again, “I-I love you,” 

Your eyes shut as you slipped out into unconsciousness, “Dr. Wilson,” the paramedic said sternly, “She’s losing too much blood we got to get her to an OR,” 

“Right, yeah. Get her to OR one,” 

They placed you on the OR table as you were blacked out. The loss of blood making it too hard to stay awake. They hooked you up to the anesthesia before opening up your side.

“We’re ready Dr. Wilson,” the anesthesiologist said.

Her hands started to shake with the scalpel in her hand. Thoughts rushing through her mind. 

Focus Jo, just focus. 

But her thoughts wouldn’t quiet, “Dr. Wilson, is everything okay?”

She shook her head, “No, someone grab my phone and get Dr. Grey on the phone,” 

A nurse immediately grabbed her phone and dialed Dr. Grey, “Wilson, what’s going on?”

“I need you to get to the OR as soon as possible,” she said, her voice slightly cracking.

“I’m on my way,” 

Jo spotted Meredith walk into the OR, “I need you to do this procedure, please,” 

“Why?” Meredith asked as she immediately took Jo’s place, but Jo didn’t respond, “Wilson, if I’m going to take over for you I need to know why because this is a simple find the bleeder,” 

“This is Detective Y/N Y/L/N, she’s my-” Jo starts before the tears started getting choked up, “I don’t know what we are, I’d always avoid the conversation, but they-”

“They mean a lot to you,” Meredith finished and Jo nodded.

“Can I stay here with you? I don’t wanna leave their side,” Jo whispered.

“Only if you tell me about them,”

Jo pulled out a seat and watched as Meredith worked on you. She told Meredith everything about what was going on. 

“They always asked me about us and what I wanted us to be. They were always ready for a relationship, they wanted to make things official but I-I just couldn’t,” she whispered.

“What was holding you back?” Meredith said as she used the suction to take the bleeders out of you.

“I guess I was scared, Alex left and I met Y/N and I fell for them each more every day. The thought of losing them or I guess them abandoning me, I couldn’t take it,” Jo said, staring at your face. 

She ran her thumb over your cool skin and smiled at you with tears in her eyes, “Every time I left their apartment, I’d give them a kiss, and I’d say bye. Right as I shut the door I hear them call out and say ‘I love you! Go save some lives Supergirl!’. I never said it back, I need to say it back,” 

“And you’ll be able to, they’re stable. We’ll take them to the ICU and they’ll be able recover nicely,” Meredith replied as she stitched you up, “Just make sure you tell them this time,” 

You awoke to the sound of soft beeping noises and a bright light on your face. The familiar weight that’s usually on top of you when you woke up was right there. 

Your eyes fluttered opened as you see that you’re at Grey Sloan Memorial. The familiar weight was indeed Jo, sleeping peacefully on your chest in her navy blue scrubs. 

“Jo,” you whispered and she stirred awake looking up at you.

“You’re awake,” she whispered, holding you even tighter.

You let out a soft groan, “Ouch love, that’s the wound,” 

“Oops sorry love!” she exclaimed once more and you laughed softly.

“It’s okay. Not that I’m complaining, but I’m surprised you’re on top of me. I know we’ve been keeping us a secret,” you asked, kind of confused. 

She looked at you with a guilty look in her eyes, “I'm sorry. I was scared, after Alex, I didn’t think I’d find love again. But then you, you came, and every day I fell in love with you more and more. I never wanted to talk about what we were because the thought of you abandoning me like everyone else did killed me. So I thought if there’s no label and you leave I won’t get hurt,”

“But then I heard the paramedics ID you and the thought of losing you without telling you how much I love you killed me more. I can’t lose you Y/N,” she whispered, “I love you so much and I can’t lose the person who put me back together,” 

You cupped her cheeks softly and kissed her sweetly. As soon as you pulled away you placed your foreheads together, “So we’re dating?” you teased and she laughed softly before nodding, “I love you so much. I’m not going anywhere,”

“Good,” she kissed you once more, “Just please no more jumping in front of bullets,”

“What? You can’t be the only one who saves lives,” you teased, but you could tell that she was being serious.

“I know that’s your job, but seriously love you weren’t even off the clock. I need you with me,” 

“Then with you is where I’m going to be,” you kissed her forehead before she settled back into your arms, holding you tighter than ever before.

[bunny-rambles]

i know you’ve written for kaeya twice in a row already but if its not too much still: how about reader bringing up the topic of marriage to him one day to discuss the idea of it? hurt/comfort if you can please and thank you, the blog’s been really enjoyable so far!!!

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Notes; hello anon! Yes, Kaeya and Itto are the uh,,, popular ones on this account, but I do not mind! I love these characters personally, so I’m not too bothered. I’m sorry this has taken so long, but like you said, I don’t want to write too much about Kaeya in just a few days, I wanted a lil bit of a break between posts. And ahh I’m happy you’re enjoying it! Thank you so much for your kind words, it truly motivates me.

A little update for the readers. Hi, it’s been a bit! I’ve just been busy writing something that’s turned out to be a lot longer than what I had intended. It’s a chaotic mess but it’s fun to write. More requests coming soon! Working on the angstier ones after this (⌒▽⌒)

TW/CW: fear of abandonment, insecurities about love, arguing, slight toxicity on Kaeya’s part, drinking.

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“A misunderstanding”

PAVO OCELLUS

It all happened so suddenly. One moment your boyfriend was next to you and the next he was storming out of the door, muttering something about how he ‘needed a drink’. You hadn’t meant for it to turn into a screaming match, and you certainly hadn’t meant to make Kaeya turn his back on you. But, here you were, head in your hands with a half empty wine bottle next to you just a few moments after your partner vacated your shared home.

All you had wanted was some clarity. Some idea of where the future was heading. It wasn’t supposed to be like this… And you hadn’t even thought of this outcome as a possibility when the words had carelessly left your lips. It was only a playful comment.

“When do you plan on marrying me?”

The atmosphere had turned frosty the second you had said it. The goofy, teasing grin on your face fell quickly when you saw Kaeya’s face. He didn’t look amused in the slightest.

“Marry you?” He questioned, eyes looking you up and down before he turned away with a scoff. “I might be fond of you, dear, but I would never tie myself down for you.” Ouch. You were only joking, but his answer left a painful ache in your heart. You loved this man. You adored him. And despite not exactly being the most honest and trustworthy person, Kaeya was the one you decided to be loyal to, to be with no matter the cost. It seemed like your lover did not share the same sentiment.

“I was only…” You were about to defend yourself but his words were still heavy in the air. “What… What exactly do you see me as, then?” You wished you hadn’t asked. You should’ve just left it, brushed your words off as a joke like you originally intended.

“Just a bit of fun. You know this won’t last forever, right?” The look on his face looked exactly the same when he was flirting with you. A smug smirk with his head tilted upwards, looking down at you with his hand on his hip. But this time, there was no warmth behind his words, no love for you. You finally understood why he was given a Cryo vision. This man was cold. His icy remarks hurt more than any Pyro wielder's flames.

“What’s with that look? I thought you knew what you were getting into with me.” Yes, that was true. You had known. Kaeya was flighty and liked his freedom, he didn’t like to be smothered or controlled. You knew that, and respected it. You didn’t restrict his time in the tavern or accuse him of the unthinkable if he was acting shady. No, you decided to trust him. A decision you were quickly starting to regret.

You saw red. If he didn’t want to get married, fine. It wasn’t for everyone. But to be told your relationship to him was just something temporary struck a nerve. You can’t exactly recall what happened, all you remember was you were at each other’s throats, screaming and cursing one another until it escalated with him finally retreating.

It had been hours since then. And all you wanted was to resolve things. Maybe he hadn’t meant those words the way you thought? Looking back at it, no… You couldn’t have. He was deliberate with his words. He wanted you to know none of this was important to him. That this was nothing more than a little fling. That he couldn’t see a future with you. Your glassy eyes stared down your third glass of wine before bringing it to your lips, downing the whole thing quickly. It didn’t taste as sweet as it usually did. It tasted bitter. Or was that just the aftertaste of all the spiteful words spoken? Sparing a final glance to the door, you stood up from your seat at the table, discarding the empty bottle as you made you way out of the kitchen. But as you were making your way up the stairs, however, the door flung open.

Maybe it was the hours of crying, or the slight buzz of alcohol in your system, but you didn’t turn around to see who it was. You stayed put on the stairs for a moment, before continuing your path. You only stopped when a hand circled gently around your wrist, preventing you from moving any further.

“Y/N. Please.”

A deep sigh escaped you, before you finally turned around. You could tell he had been drinking, his body lightly swaying back and forth, the only support he seemed to have was the hold on you. The rim of his eye was red and swollen, like he too hadn’t handled your argument well. You had said some rather… Unpleasant words to him.

“Can we talk?” You wanted to say no, but there wasn’t much fight in you left, so you reluctantly agreed. The two of you made your way up the stairs to the bedroom slowly, your lover's hand gripping your wrist firmly like a lifeline. When the door shut behind you both, he crumbled. A strangled sob left his throat but he covered it up with a cough, but the glistening tears that were running down his cheeks were a dead give away that he was crying.

“I’m- I’m sorry, babe. What I said about us… I didn’t… I didn’t mean it. Any of it.” His voice was hoarse and scratchy, but his words were gentle. Whether he meant the apology or not, you weren’t bothered anymore. You just wanted to head to bed.

“Okay.” You shrugged, your own puffy eyes glancing around the room to find something else to focus on other than the man that was trying to salvage whatever relationship the two of you had. “I’m tired though, Kaeya. Lets just sleep it off-“

“No!” His hand shot out and took your arm, holding it tightly. “Just- Just please listen, okay?” You were in shock. Where was the cool, collected, smug Kaeya Alberich? This man was a far cry from everything he presented to everyone else, including yourself. He was… Desperate. And erratic. Had your words really gotten him so worked up?

“I’m listening…” You answered quietly, and he took it as his signal to carry on.

“You aren't a bit of fun, you aren’t just something that’s temporary, you’re so, so much more than that and it absolutely terrifies me. I’ve never felt this way about anyone the way I do with you, never. And if you want me in your life until death do us part, then so be it, I’d be happy to be yours. I-“

You put a hand up to his mouth carefully, stopping him from carrying on. He was barely taking a breath, you were getting concerned. It was sweet what he was saying but you didn’t want him getting himself worked up again. “Slow down, okay? Take a deep breath and calm down. I’m not going anywhere.”

He nodded his head after a few seconds before gently removing your hand, holding it in his own. “These feelings scare me, y/n. The last time I trusted someone, got attached to them… They were taken away from me. If you were to ever leave me, I don’t know what I’d do… What happens if we fall out of love? An unhappy marriage is a prison sentence for the both of us. The thought of you leaving, the thought of making you unhappy or unsatisfied…” He trailed off, hanging his head as he bitterly chuckled. “You get the picture.”

He was starting to sober up now after the uncontrollable spewing of words, and you could tell that he was done pouring his heart out. And at this point in time, it was the most you were going to get out of him. Your hand moved in his grip until your fingers were laced with each other, and you gave his hand a gentle squeeze.

“If marriage scares you that much… Then I would never force something like that onto you. But… Kaeya. I’m not going to leave. Don’t you think I would’ve been gone already? I love you. Maybe I won’t in ten years because I can’t tell the future, but for right now, I love you. And I don’t plan on leaving you. Ever. Lets just… Take each day as it comes, okay?”

You watched him nod his head, giving you a squeeze of his own. Before you could let go, he pulled on your arm and brought you into his chest, his arms snaking around your waist. Your own arms instinctively wrapped around him, bringing yourself in closer to the familiar warmth of his chest.

“I love you too, y/n.”

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extra notes: um. I don’t know how I feel about this one? I can’t tell if I like it. It feels a little messy? Maybe I’m just overthinking it because it’s longer than what I usually do. Let me know what you think! Criticism is appreciated but pls try to be nice about it.