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I don't make 'redemption' aus of my William bc I think he deserves it I make them because I think it's funny and that he'd hate it
#hes my silly little guy and i like letting him loose to do shenanigans#is it really redemption if he just doesn't bother to kill anyone. he doesn't have a moment like#'damn maybe it was kinda wrong of me to kill all those people to bring my kid back' moment. i think he'd never regret that tbh#omc was just. 'oh you beat my personal hell for you? well welcome to personal hell 2.#you now work for freddy fazbears and aren't allowed to get fired or hurt anyone'#theyre not really redemption aus tbh. like i could write em to be. but eh.#theyre not meant to be serious beautiful tales of story#telling theyre meant to be me putting my favorite old man in situations and i think thats beautiful#hed hate the pizzaplex soooo much. he absolutely cant stand the place#oh my god as soon as he sees the playplace generators hes gonna lose his fucking mind#he doesn't want to be here but omc refuses to let him die. not until the freddys franchise shuts down (from natural causes)#my post#darlingsfnafau#darlings ballpit au
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â FIC LIST MASTERPOST â
â¨ď¸ Fandoms currently include rottmnt & animaniacs & tloz & warrior cats & pokĂŠmon
â¨ď¸ you can also read most of them on my AO3
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đ˘ ROTTMNT
đ§¸A Friend Against Dark
Raph centric, tot Raph & Splinter, one-shot, fluff no angst, 1115 words.
Six years old Raph is afraid of the dark, so Splinter gets an idea- and a friend.
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đŠľFinish The Tale, Ven, Please?
Where You Belong AU, tot Leon and Venus, one-shot, fluff, 988 words.
Leon cannot sleep, so he asks his sister Ven to finish her tale about two warriors.
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đfinding your stellar association
based on ashwii's celestial au, one-shot, fluff, 2917 words. tw: referenced/implied character death (not detailed).
Moving Group, also called a Stellar Association.
A loose grouping of stars which travel together through space.
On their first trip to Earth, the brothers find a lost part of their family.
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đso I dive straight back in the ocean
post movie, Leo centric, one-shot, hurt/comfort, 1304 words. tw: panic attacks, anxiety.
Leo goes to a lake for swimming to calm down.
> AO3 / tumblr < â [playlist]
â¤ď¸Little Talks with a Big Robot Turtle
based on Cass Apocalyptic Series by somerandomdude on tumblr, Raph centric, one-shot, fluff, 2452 words.
Raph has some questions, and Casey Junior has some answers.
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đLast Resort
Let's Grab a Slice Together AU (but can be read with no context), Mikey centric + Draxum, bad future, one-shot, angst, 1705 words. tw: implied/referenced character death
Mikey has a talk with his mentor.
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đLast Night in Mushroom Forest
post movie, disaster twins, 2 chapters: one fic two versions, horror/comedy, 7246 words. possession and horror elements in ch1, ch1 also include unreality, anxiety, and similar events.
Leo and Donnie decide to go and explore the Mushroom Forest. Leo has a very bad case of brain fog, while Donnie has a very bad case of deja vu while trying to save his twin.
Meanwhile, in chapter 2 there's a different version where the boys have some silly adventure and it's just shenanigans and a lot of sibling banter.
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đ It's Not Always the Rabbit Who Takes the Wrong Turn
Dimension Hopper Leo AU, multichaptered, mostly Leo centric, many crossovers, ongoing. Warnings will be included in chapters.
When Leo ends up in Prison Dimension, he manages to hold onto his katana. So he does his thing and portals out... except he arrives at the wrong place.
(AKA what Leo portals himself to the wrong dimension and has to find his way back home again, and again, and again... Meanwhile his family is trying to find him.)
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đPizza Means Family
Where You Belong AU (Separated au), multichaptered, various povs, ongoing. Warnings will be included in chapters.
Another separated au, where Mikey is the only turtle Splinter saves. While he finds April accidentally and wastes no time to call her his sister, his siblings are raised by two of the famous bad guys. This get out of control when six of them end up at the same place, and each sibling has to decide what to do with what they learn.
aka where you belong au because I'm either too good with titles or too bad haha
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đDeep (Purple) Thoughts (and Realizations)
Donnie centric (mostly), multichaptered, ongoing, post invasion. Warnings will be included in chapters. Hurt/comfort.
As Donnie repairs Shelldon, he comes across some realizations which lead to some discoveries. It turns out there is still much unsaid about the invasion, even after weeks.
(Aka Donnie remembers he records everything all the time.)
>AO3 < â tumblr: Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3 | Chapter 4 | Chapter 5 â
đ˛Mystic Sickness
This is based on @/turtleblogatlast 's post about mystic sickness idea :D Hope you like it!!!
Warnings: a brief mention of throwing up, nothing else i can think of ^^
>AO3 (tba) / tumblr<
đľPortal Bros Sickfic
a short sickfic i wrote for my friends :]
>AO3 (tba) / tumblr<
đŁ(A Short Fic About) A Normal Day With Your Double Mutated Brother
A gift fic for heckitall's armageddonnie au!! Fluff. Oneshot.
>AO3 (n/a) / tumblr<
đ Baby's First Halloween
My @/rottmnt-secret-gifting gift for @/bambiraptorx :]
Mikey forces Draxum joining him and his family for trick and treating.
>AO3 / tumblr<
đ A Reminder
this one is Cass Apocalyptic Future fanfic ( by @/somerandomdudelmao) written for Comfortember 2023, day 1: safe
Sometimes Donnie forgets he and his family are safe now.
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ďż˝ďż˝ď¸ Till the Cold Pass
Another fic for Comfortember 2023, this time focused on day 4: warmth.
Splinter learns something new about his sons when winter cold arrives.
>AO3 / tumblr<
đ Leo Blues
inspired by @/tmnt-event-blog's prompt (hot cocoa)
Leon (Future Leo) realizes that his younger self is feeling a bit blue and decides to help him feel better.
>AO3 / tumblr<
đ ANIMANIACS
đWelcome Back, Doc (Space Jam: New Legacy crossover fic / multichaptered ongoing / Dad Bugs) AO3 [on hiatus but might finish it before the end of may <3 ]
đYears Ago, A Winter Night (Wakko's Wish fic / a lot of angst & hurt/comfort / multichapter & completed / XMas fic) AO3 | Playlist
đ¸Happy Allergies Dot!! (one-shot / Dot centered) AO3
đ§˘Guilt Is Eating Him Up (one-shot / lots of angst & hurt/comfort / Wakko centered) AO3
đď¸Toons (Storks AU / multichaptered ongoing / kinda on hiatus??) AO3
âď¸There's a Beast in There (Beauty and the Beast AU but without any romance / multichaptered ongoing / *holds it gently* this one is my fav) AO3
đĄ TLOZ
Breath of the Wild
đŤWarmth (Zelink / One-shot) AO3
đChristmas Together (Multichapter Modern AU Xmas Fic / Ongoing / Includes Zelink and Miphvali) AO3 [currently on hiatus]
đŠ¸Following the Silent Princess (Modern AU / includes Zelink and Miphvali / multichaptered ongoing) AO3 [currently on hiatus]
Zines: By Your Side Zelink Zine
Hyrule Warriors: Age of Calamity
đťMountain Walk (Miphvali / One-shot) AO3 | Chinease Translation (AO3)
đśFor You (Zelink / written for Fated: Through Time digital zine / one-shot) AO3
đââŹď¸ WARRIOR CATS
Ëâ˝Ë・âOne Last Night (Leafpool x Hawkfrost / one-shot) AO3 | Turkish Translation
đŽPOKEMON
đ˛Lost & Found
Touko gets lost in Lostlorn Forest, only to find a familiar face.
Touko x N ship fic, one shot, I headcanon Touko being 16 and N 17 in Black/White. I didn't know about their canon ages until recently, thought it would be good to add it here.
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ZINES:
-Your Journey Awaits! (A free digital zine focusing on the beginning of the PokĂŠmon journey.)
-Dreams and Destinies (a Kingdom Hears x Pokemon fanzine)
#fic masterpost#rottmnt#animaniacs#tloz#botw#aoc#looney tunes#pokemon#no t**st or warne***st here#if you ship those or are a proshipper PLEASE DNI!!!#library stuff#last updated: 8 February 2024
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Watching âScooby Doo, Where Are You?â (1969-1970 CBS) + Thoughts
Episode 22: Haunted House Hang Up
A headless man?
Shaggy can play the guitar, and Scooby drums.
Asha Shanks, a slouching big guy with a lantern, giving Scooby and Shaggy war flashbacks with the last big guy who held a lantern on their first meeting.
Headless Specter? Was the Dullahan too hard to pronounce??? (Dullahan = Headless Horseman monster from Irish folklore)
âThe non-material embodiment or essence or organism thatâs seen as a specter, wraith, or apparition has been scientifically proven to be a sheer myth. In other words, thereâs no such thing as a ghost.â âYeah, but does the ghost know that?â I now know why Velma wasnât chosen to be part of Scooby Doo and the 13 Ghosts.
Floating candle! Will they actually explain it this time?
Cue Old-painting-of-an-older-person-but-if-you-look-away-for-a-moment-then-it-changes-in-a-creepy-way gag.
Is it just me or has the animation/design for the Scooby gang become significantly more wonky since theyâve entered the mansion?
We watch Headless Ghost using secret passageways to travel in the house. Seems interested in a jewelry box?
Shaggy pranking Scoob so that the poor dog accidentally volunteers to open the jewelry box for everyone. Maybe I shouldnât be so hard on him for swiping Shaggyâs food from now on đ
Bruh. Is it weird that when I saw a manâs head in the opened box, my first thought was âOh, that is a nicely rendered head. Look at the details in the lines and values đ¤Šâ , and then âOh. Thatâs a HEAD?â
False alarm. âTis a wooden dummyâs head.
âArenât you curious [about this mystery]?â âNOT ONE BIT.â
A random though popped into my mind. It is NOT CANON, but I wondered momentarily if Fred kept splitting the gang up the way he usually does because heâs always had some kind of crush on Daphne and was hoping to impress her. Occasionally he invited Velma so no one would notice, but all of them know but donât want to embarrass him by pointing it out?
Velma shoves Shaggy and Scooby ahead of her into a dark room instead of going in first.
âI feel like Iâve been dipped in ink and let loose in a coal mine.â
Ah, the letâs-hold-hands-in-a-dark-room-so-we-donât-lose-each-other-only-to-discover-weâve-gained/lost-a-member-in-our-team-when-the-lights-are-on gag
Iâve said it before, but Iâll say it again: Animation is WONKY this episode.
Cue this episodeâs chase sceneâs theme song.
âHeadlessâ Specter has to bend super down low to look at specific things bc the guy who made his own costume didnât think to create incognito areas/fabric to see (and yes Iâm saying he made his own costume bc I believe Trick or Treat, Scooby Doo to be part of a different canon universe than the series and the older movies, just like how I view the live action films, the live action series, and the other adaptations. I think some fans arguing over which versions of the Scooby Gangâs are the âtrueâ/âactualâ/âcorrectâ interpretations of these characters are a tad silly because even the original show had trouble pinpointing their personalities at times. Have fun and be cool.)
I know itâs in the name of good fun and shenanigans, but seeing all of those books being shoved off the library bookshelf by Shelma and Scooby made the book lover in me wince.
Headless Specter loses whatever little dignity he thought he had by jumping on the bed and angrily bouncing and stomping on the âbodiesâ (actually pillows) of Shaggy, Velma, and Scooby. Wow, dude.
A spinning wheel also serves as a bicycle. Shenanigans.
The well that was shown earlier has a secret passage.
We finally see what Fraphne is up to, and lo and behold, they are actually looking for clues and being useful as opposed to the writers usually having no clue what to do with them when they split the gang up.
Animation Goof: Daphneâs eyebrows disappear until she speaks.
Oooh! A trapdoor.
âLetâs take a look and be careful.â Me: *immediately begins countdown.* âWhoops!!â Only two seconds for Danger-Prone Daphne to slip đ
I accidentally paused to talk to someone, and I have to restrain myself from laughing at the horrible twisted wince/scowl face Daphne is making as she is talking. Not sure why the animators are doing more in-betweens here between poses when the earlier episodes were just fine without them. Canât fault them too much for making an attempt though.
Methinks the artists didnât want Velma getting hit when Fred and Daphne are about to chuck jars at her, Shag, and Scooby out of self-defense, as we see in previous episodes Shaggy usually gets throttled from a misunderstanding.
I vaguely remember a scene where Shaggy and Scooby accidentally chew on non-inflated balloons thinking they were treats when I was younger; didnât realize it was from this episode.
Animation Goof: Shaggyâs eyebrows are too thick for any man to handle.
Donât know why later adaptations dumb Freddy down; heâs just as smart as Velma. Thereâs room for multiple smart people who are knowledgeable in differing areas! This is why I ship Frelma *gets slapped*
Why on earth would you give a Scooby Snack to a Flytrap, Shaggy? Thatâs just asking for an early version of Little Shop of Horrors.
Where did the Headless Specter come from?
Show is inconsistent with Shaggy and Scoobyâs weights.
No chickens were harmed in the making of this episode (I hope đ
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Huh. The Headless Specter isnât Asha Shanks. Also, Headless Specter man isnât the bad guy? Heâs just trying to ward off grave-diggers and robbers?
Asha Shanks is the criminal, but he has nowhere near the same level of creativity or drama as the Headless Specter man.
âAnd Iâd have found [the treasure first] if it werenât for you snoopers!â
Day 22 of no âAnd I would have gotten away with it too, if it werenât for you meddling kids!â
#shenanigans#scooby doo#daphne blake#scooby doo where are you#scooby dooby doo#velma dinkley#fred jones#hanna barbera#shaggy rogers#shaggy norville rogers#frelma#fraphne
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Okay we keep moving!! Iâm gonna start putting my propaganda under read moresâŚ
So Iâll talk about three different comics with DHS. Today Iâll be covering Free Turn, Loose Change, and Short Shift. All three comics feature the theme of growth, change, and actual magical transformations.
Letâs get started thenâŚ!
Free Turn
This one comes with a bit of a backstory. Merlin used to draw with a different writer in the transformation scene who was an idiot bigot. After quitting, Merlin chose to write a comic that was the opposite of what the bigot would do. So this comic is a subversion of the gender flip trope.
Iâd also like to note that Merlin and I were eggs while this one was going up.
Free Turn is a finished comic and primarily focuses on the duo of Demi the human dude and Malo the mimic. Mimics are a type of shapeshifting people who tend to have up to three random alternate forms, and the comic starts with making sure we see Maloâs best.
The two take go into town and find that a traveling alchemist has set up shop after her ban in the village has expired. She offers the boys a chance to test a potion for her, and after a brief shenanigan both boys have consumed it. Maloâs dose wears off because it was incompatible with his shapeshifting abilities⌠Demi is stuck this way as the alchemist wants to see how long the potion lasts. After additional an shenanigan, the alchemist punished Demi for harassing her, and Demi is suddenly stuck as a cat girl.
The body heâs stuck in changes how people view him, something he detests as he is still the same guy, even if heâs trapped in a body he didnât choose. The primary story focuses on finding a way to give Demi his true body back, while every even numbered chapter features a standalone story.
Loose Change
This is another finished story from DHSComix!
Silphy Sinkada is a high priestess of Clyde, the God of Change. She sets out to find a Temple of Change to invite people to worship and accept change into their lives , as well as to provide form changes to people who commission her services. The local Death Priest asks for a demonstration of her skills before deciding to rebuild an abandoned temple for her, but the demonstration hurriedly goes astray.
Though impressed with her spell-casting abilities, Nick Calhan would like to be human again, a task Silphy refuses to fulfill until she can understand what went wrong. The two set out to meet Silphyâs mentor, being impeded multiple times as they journey to and through the Underground. Itâs a story about power and how one should use it as well as the responsibilities of managing whatâs in your control despite the things that are out of your control.
Short Shift
This is a collection of short stories linked with the theme of change. Thereâs no actual overarching story, and the comic doesnât update consistently, but itâs a comfortable little corner for us writers to forget about long form for a moment and instead just be silly. Hereâs samples from several of the stories.
I canât even say thereâs a theme other than âweâre goofing aroundâ.
Obscure Webcomic - Round 3-N
Mindful Love - Ongoing
Anxious and Sorrow never expected to fall in love, but when they accidentally meet, the BrainWorld has a whole new dilemma (Description from site)
Every character is a personified emotion
Princess x Pistolier - Ongoing
In a world where 1930s era technology and magic coexist, a hardened warrior is hired as the personal bodyguard of a naĂŻve princess of an isolated dictatorship. Tech-fantasy yuri action/romance.
DHSComix - [multiple comics, status varies]
DHSComix is a fantasy webcomic collection that has been running since September 2004. âDHSâ stands for âDharkâs Hero Schoolâ, which is the central location of siteâs flagship comic âRandom Encounterâ. The comics are about⌠a lot of things! Each series has its own stories and cast (with some crossover between series). But a common thread tends to be about navigating feelings of isolation, persecution and abuse, and finding a way forward, finding worth in oneself, and finding the place where one can call âhomeâ.
#im starting to wonder if my propaganda has been incredibly ineffective#maybe itâs because I keep making these huge walls of text??
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Mysterious Benedict Society Liveblog Season 2 Episode 1 A Perilous Journey
Well boys and girls. Here I am again procrastinating (or taking a well deserved break- I suppose it's a matter of interpretation) to hopefully watch a clinically insane man try to hit some children with a golf cart. Yes, I know 2 episodes came out today, but with my schedule being what it is, we're gonna have to do these one at a time and skip the recaps. Alrighty let's go!
4:00- so far so good. Loving the kids in their new homes. Where is my girl Constance though?
5:00- Why the heck does he have a big banner of himself on the side of the building? What happened to being in disgrace and in exile? Now the man is appearing on the news. I thought the point was that they stopped the whisper from making people think he fixed the emergency, now he takes credit anyway? How? Why? What? At this point he's just messing with them.
5:40- oh my gosh he's throwing our girl under the bus, RIP Garrison I hope you come back but this might be it for you. Does this mean Curtain stole her invention and just yeeted her off the boat when SQ's back was turned? We're not even 10 minutes in and I have so many questions.
6:30- Um... what... Is he hypnotizing people with his mind? Does he have psychic powers now? YES BEAT HIM UP CONSTANCE!!! ah dang it. She'll get him eventually.
8:00- Curtain is on the loose, I'd be hung up on the injustice too. Not that scavenger hunting and woodworking doesn't have its place but there is like. A dangerous man at large. He's not exactly hiding. What's stopping you?
9:00- "Are you even invited to speak?" "I'm an esteemed scientist." "It's not an open mic" sljfkdsjfdf- If that isn't me at every academic conference. "Who is mocking me"- oh no poor benedict. PFFFT "Not even a high level conference" I love #2.
10:15- Uh oh they got them. Um... No sure why considering Curtain seems to have gotten away with it and no one on the team besides Benedict is trying to stop Curtain, and people think he's crazy. Why invest resources into kidnapping them?
10:33- AWE MILLIGAN! Kate, come on. He's trying. it's been years, but that wasn't his fault. YES YOU SHOULD GET YOUR OWN BUCKET MILLIGAN. It would be adorable.
12:00- Oh my gosh are we doing the Sticky abandoning his friends plotline AGAIN. We did this. Come on the show does so much right please don't rewind his character development he deserves more.
13:00- Awe Constance being so happy to see Reynie. And yes thank you- did you really never discuss Constance destroying that machine with her mind? You had a year. I get there were other things to figure out but still.
15:00- Ready or not here comes the plot!
16:00- "all our efforts" = yelling into landline phones in different languages. Seriously I have a draft about this, but they have the tech for brain sweeping and mind control, why is everyone (even Curtain) using land lines? If he wants to be famous and powerful, the man could have just made an iphone.
17:25- "maybe down a well. Maybe into a propeller." Geez, Constance has already accepted this. OR AT LEAST FIND THE WELL, yikes.
19:26- Yes back to Curtain's shenanigans. Oh my gosh I love how he planned little snacks for them, just to flex his meal prep skills. And the fact that he knew they would hit that part of the car and made a compartment to open like that- the level of detail this man has gone into for his silly little schemes is quite impressive.
20:20- could be a benefactor, oh boy he is in denial
21:00- There is no system. Yeah, basically my house.
21:30 (about)- Mail delivery, "Just a random example" oh my gosh are Sticky and Reynie about to have it out? Was sticky not getting his letters? So... they're actually ok then and there is no conflict here?
22:30- "not dad roommate". Oh the parallels between Constance and Curtain's lack of vulnerability are coming and I love them. If they give him psychic powers too, it's all really gonna come together. Oh no Milligan, poor guy he's trying so hard. Perhaps he could bond with Kate by providing the backstory of what happened to his wife/Kate's mom (when he remembers it).
26:00- Mr. Benedict would never ask us to desecrate a book- well he literally just did that to put a book inside a book unless he used a fake book.
28:30- Oh hello creepy women staring at the children in a car with no expression. You're unsettling.
29:00- Rhonda and Milligan and Ms. Perumal really should have known better than to leave them alone like that.
29:50- "who knows what danger they could be in" good point Reynie. At this very moment, Curtain might be force feeding them another round of snacks to try to impress his brother with his superior culinary skills.
30:40- Alright! sneaking on the ship. Love the call back to when Constance did that last time.
31:00 - I'm sorry what. What. Why. What. I just want the camera to zoom out and show a employee like "oh my boss is being weird again"... AH YES THERE HE IS!
32:00- At least they gave us a nice breakfast. I KNEW IT. This man may hate you, but he hates you not knowing how good he is at meal prep more, so you know you're gonna eat good. Ah there he is happy as a clam driving his little cart. Yes #2 kill him. Okay Curtain sounds a bit out of it. Is he feeling the effects of Garrison's invention too? He seems less uptight but more unhinged since we last saw him. Which I love.
33:20- this isn't like Reynie. It's just like Kate. Yep, they know their kids. Now go get them!
And that's episode 1 of season 2. I'll post episode 2 later when I get the chance but overall a great start. Still need to know where Martina is. Still need to know where SQ is. STILL NEED JUSTICE FOR MY GIRL GARRISON UNLESS SHE'S BEEN PULLING THE STRINGS THE WHOLE TIME. And also seriously, can we have Benedict met SQ already? Alright, that's it for now.
#the mysterious benedict society#mysterious benedict society#TMBS liveblog#mbs season 2#mbs#mbs s2#mbs disney#tmbs disney#tmbs#mbs liveblog#mbs disney spoilers#number two#mr benedict#kate wetherall#constance contraire#reynie muldoon#sticky washington#milligan wetherall#rhonda kazembe#ld curtain#ledroptha curtain#tmbs liveblog#mysterious benedict society liveblog#a perilous journey#dr garrison
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Find The Way Home (Part 2)
(Part 1)
~Later that night~
Thomas trudged into his house, letting the door click softly and locking it before hanging his boleadoras on the hook by the doorâsomething heâd gotten so used to doing out of habit, it was practically a reflexâso that his parents knew whether he was home or not. He could feel his drowsiness deep in throat, threatening to become a yawn.
He hadnât realized how tired he was, how little heâd slept these past weeks, until the adrenaline rush from the battle had suddenly come crashing down. Thomas walked past the drawing room and found his parents, laughing over something.
Both had taken off their gear and changed into something more comfortable. Sophieâs knees were bent over Gideonâs legs, their heads bent towards each otherâs. Gideon seemed to have a photo album on his lap.
Shadowhunters didnât take many pictures, because it wasnât customary, so the book was rather small. Nevertheless, Thomasâ parents were flipping through slowly, stopping at every picture to point out the events of that year.
It would have seemed like an intimate moment, if Thomas didnât know any better. His parents, no matter what, always wanted to spend time with their children. He knew his parents loved him and his sister so much that they would do anything to keep them safe. They always reminded him that they loved him, no matter what. He knew he could tell them he loved men, and that his parents would embrace that part of him, and tell him they loved him, but Thomas still had difficulties in telling them. There had been so many times that he had opened his mouth with full intentions of telling them, and then closing it again. His mouth couldnât form the words, he couldnât speak; it was as though his throat had become honey, and the words he wanted to say got stuck in it.
But now, he was too exhausted to even think about telling them anything. He was too exhausted to think. He leaned against the doorway and must have made a loud noise, because both Sophie and Gideon looked up.
Sophie smiled at him. âYour sister said she was off to bed, though I suspect sheâs gone off to read or knit. Iâm afraid she finds our company dull.â
âYouâre not dull.â Thomas said, his words slurring together, unintentionally.
Sophie shook her head, shifting so that her feet rested on the floor. âYouâre too kind. But, Thomas, darling, you look exhausted; youâre swaying on your feet. Come here before you fall.â
Normally, Thomas would have argued that he was fine, but tonight he was far too tired to do anything but trudge over to his parents and fall back onto the couch beside Sophie.
He rested his head on her shoulder. Sophie put an arm around him and kissed his head.
âHe hasnât slept well in a while, has he?â Gideon said.
âIâm afraid not.â Sophie said. âHe might have to be carried off to bed.â
âIâm still awake, you know.â Thomas mumbled.
âPerhaps not for long,â Gideon said.
Thomas could feel Sophie snicker quietly. âWe were just looking at the pictures we have of you and your sisters.â
âI remember that one.â Thomas said, pointing to one at the upper left hand corner. It was the three of them with their Lightwood cousins, Anna and Christopher. Barbara and Eugenia had twin toothy grins while Annaâs looked mischievous. Thomas and Kit were sitting on the ground in front of them, playing with the grass. Christopher had been moving, so he was a blur in the photograph. âKit fell into the pond that day.â
Gideon burst out laughing. âHow could I have forgotten about that?â
âAnd then Gabriel had to jump in after him because, naturally, Christopher couldnât swim. And when he came back, dripping wet, Aunt took one look at him and said âitâs a bit late in summer to be going for a swim, is it not?ââ
Sophie wiped her eyes from laughing too hard.
âNever a dull moment with your cousins.â Gideon said.
Thomas smiled and looked down at the photo album again.
âThe day before this one, Eugenia was so angry that she threw Babâs doll out the window and she cried for days.â Thomas felt his throat close a little bit at that one. The memory of his sister still made his throat close up.
âThose crazy girls.â Sophie said, rubbing circles into Thomasâ back. âTheir shenanigans made me loose years of my life I will never get back.â
Suddenly, the telephone rang, which would have startled Thomas awake had he not been too tired for his body to react. Gideon got up. âIâll get that.â
Thomas barely registered what Gideon said, now leaning heavily on Sophieâs shoulder. She slowly guided him to lay his head on her lap as she stroked his hair back.
âWas the mattress in The Sanctuary too small?â Sophie asked.
âIt was fine.â Thomas said.
Sophie laughed. âYou can tell me the truth. I wonât tell anybody.â
Thomas sighed and smiled sleepily. âIt was a little bit too small.â
âA little bit too small by normal human standards or Tom standards?â Sophie said. Though his eyes were closed, he could hear the smile in her voice.
âMy calves may have been on the floor.â
Sophie chuckled. âYouâre too tall, darling.â
âI know.â
She bent down and kissed his cheek. Thomas liked his motherâs kisses. Her scar went from the tip of her mouth and stretched across her face. When she kept it at a neutral, her mouth was able to fully close, but when she pressed her lips forward to give a kiss, the corner pulled back slightly, which meant that Thomas could only really feel one side of her mouth. It was silly to describe, but it was distinct in a way that he could only associate it with his mother.
When he was younger, the boy his age would ask him what it was like to have a mother with such a hideous scar on her face. They always wanted to know if it ever scared him, which used to confuse Thomas. The scar was a part of his motherâs face; he never really thought much of it because it has always been there. He didnât think it was hideous because he loved his mama and she wonât be his mother without her scar.
âDid you hit your head?â Sophie asked, feeling the small bump on his head, which was a little bit tender to the touch.
Thomas fought the urge to laugh. He had hit his head, but he didnât want to tell his mother how. Even if she knew about Thomas and Alastair, he wouldnât have wanted to tell her about about that, tell about. Things. Head. AlastairâŚ
Thomasâ thoughts were turning into soup. He couldnât concentrate on anything.
âTom?â
âHm,â he said softly.
He found it hard to remember where he was or what he had been doing as his eyes shut closed again, against his will.
âSleep Thomas, darling.â Sophie said lightly. âIâll make sure everything is alright.â
Itâs like his body was waiting for permission to sleep because immediately after she said that, Thomas fell into a state of deep sleep.
He dreamt of nothing. Even his mind was too tired to conjure up a single thought. He just slept until he woke up again to hear his parentâs voices. His throat felt like honey, and he felt the urge to stretch his limbs, but he resisted it.
âRemind me again how weâll kill the inquisitor?â Gideon was saying
âSlowly.â Sophie said calmly. Her calloused hands were still stroking Thomasâ hair and occasionally brushed his cheeks. They were so gentle he found it hard to believe that they were the same hands that fought off dozens of automatons at once. âAnd Iâm sure we can get the rest of the family to join in as well.â
âThereâs no doubt about that.â Gideon mumbled. âWe can even get Henry to use his staff.â
âItâs been such a long time since Iâd seen him fight. It brought me back to when I was younger. He and Charlotte would always patrol together.â Sophie said, sighing.
Thomas didnât need to open his eyes to know she was resting her head on Gideonâs shoulder.
âYes, I remember. Though I canât say I heeded them much attention; I only remember scowling at my father. Itâs strange how time goes by.â
Thomas never heard much about his Grandfather Benedict. Gideon didnât like talking about his father, nor did Gabriel. Thomas was very familiar with the story of how they defeated him when he was a worm, but he knew little to nothing about Benedict when he was still human.
âNow that James is married, we have an extra family member.â Sophie said.
âWe should get Alastair too, he fought well today. Like a part of the family.â
Thomasâ eyes flew open, which startled Sophie, causing her to jump in her seat.
âGoodness, Thomas. Did you have a nightmare?â
âNo! I was just eager to wake up.â
Gideon and Sophie looked down at him with twin expressions of confusion and skepticism.
Thankfully, he was saved by the opening of the parlor. However, that relief was then masked with confusion when he was who came in.
âAunt Cecily?â Thomas said, sitting up.
Gideon sat up, rigidly. âIs something wrong with Gabriel?â
âOh, no. Heavens no.â Cecily said quickly.
Thomas swore he saw his father sigh in relief.
âI came here for something else.â Cecily looked a little bit breathless. âLucie hasnât stopped by here, by any chance, has she?â
âNo,â Gideon said, standing up. âWhy? Whatâs the matter, Cecy?â
âSheâs gone.â Cecily said, pale.
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An Unlikely Befriending
Summary: Jon gets kidnapped. Jon gets bored. And Jon makes very unlikely friends because of it. Aka: Pen and Paper saves the day (world) and Jon finally gets to have a band. A/N: This is pure fluff, no warnings apply I think. ___
The worst thing about being kidnapped by a crazy mannequin murder clown monstrousity and sitting in a cold, room with creepy wax works, tied to a chair was not the ever present terror. True the fear of Nikola finally deeming his skin good enough and skinning him alive was quite potent, but it wasn't as bad as boredom.
Jon had never taken well to waiting. His mind needed to be occupied 24/7, needed something to latch onto, to obsess about. It's why he became a researcher in the first place. Having most of his freedom taken from him made occupying himself very hard.
At least they still let him eat and drink here and there. Nikola always visited personally, her overly cheery voice bubbling forth as she chattered away while slathering him with lotion or shoving bits of take out food in his mouth. His diet those last two weeks had been very varied and healthy and he had never drank so much water before.
He still probably looked a mess, what with no access to a shower and barely being able to sleep at all. And the constant terror. Oh yeah and the boredom.
Oh the boredom.
Jon was currently sitting in his chair as he was wont to do. Thankfully not nailed down despite all the nagging from Sarah Baldwin. The coffin was singing or moaning with a slight melody behind it, depending on who you asked. And somehow Jon found himself humming along, trying to find a good melody to go with the haunting tune. It wasn't like he had anything better to do and if he didn't start doing something creative his mind would start eating itself soon.
So he hummed, experimenting with the notes, twisting them into something that was reminiscent of circus music and airships. And then he kept humming the melody over and over, forming words in his mind to go with the tune. Once the spark was lit a fire started to burn, the story branching out and out into a twirling mass of chaos and fire.
He had gotten lost in his imagination, hadn't noticed how loud he had become, hadn't heard Nikola approach. Jon screeched when she leant down over him and grinned at him upside down, nose nearly touching his.
Nikola had the gall to laugh at him, no breath fanning over his face as she did so.
"Awww Archivist! I didn't know you had such a nice voice!"
"Hrmph."
"Yes your singing was also quite good!" She straightened herself, back cracking in several places. Striding around his chair she towered over him, tattered, bloody ringmaster uniform filling his field of vision.
"I'm glad you feel comfortable enough to sing, of course! And the broken repeat is lovely."
"Hm."
"Anyway water time!"
With gleeful cackling she ripped the tape from his mouth, amused enough to not immediately shove the bottle between his teeth.
"There are words to it, too." Jon rushed to say, not exactly sure why. What was he offering her here? A solo performance?
"Oh?" she at least didn't tape his mouth shut again. For now.
After waiting several beats where both stared at each other and nothing else happened Jon dared to speak up again.
"I ah... well I wrote it myself? Not wrote, of course. My hands are tied at the moment-" He was rambling. Nikola had given him the freedom of speech and he was off like a shot, telling her everything about what he had been thinking about before she had interrupted his impromptu jamming session, terror completely terminating his brain to mouth filter.
Nikola, for her part, took it all in stride. She even settled on the floor in front of him, blinking every now and then to indicate that she was still present.
"It's such a shame." she finally spoke, holding the water bottle to his mouth, letting him drink of his own volution for once. "You would have made a perfect piece for the choir. Hm maybe what will be left of you will do."
"I could sing for you now." Jon offered as soon as his mouth was free again.
Nikola startled at the offer and Jon just shrugged as much as he was able to. He'd rather sing to a creepy murder doll than spend one minute longer alone and bored out of his mind. And if he could delay the Unknowing (and the violent removal of his skin) by keeping Nikola entertained than even better.
That sounded like he almost had a plan. Which was untrue. He only had a very strong desire for entertainment.
"No sneaky questions." Nikola warned.
"Promise. I can't guarantee good quality rhymes, though. I'm still workshopping."
Singing out loud what had been in his head was always an awkward affair. He had wanted to start a band with Georgie in uni. But it was exactly because of this that he had never bothered.
"That was fun!" Nikola screamed after he was finished nontheless. Clapping her hands in delight, which created a horrible cracking noise.
"I'm glad? I also DM."
She tilted her head at him. "What's that?"
Jon explained the concept of pen and paper games to her while she rubbed lotion into his skin and had her hooked immediately.
Later that day (or maybe the next day, really Jon had no concept of time anymore) Jon was for the first time allowed out of his chair, carefully rubbing circulation back into his hands. Nikola had only briefly left him alone after watering and lotioning him. They had hashed out what kind of world and system they wanted to use (a horror setting, of course) and then Nikola was off and dragging Breekon and Hope back into the room so they had enough people to play.
Either Breekon or Hope sat down behind Jon, large hands lightly clasping his arms, squeezing every once in a while to remind him that should he try and escape he would only end up in pain.
Jon shifted awkwardly in the grip, unused to gentleness even if it was supposed to be threatening.
"Alright. First, character creation. Who do you guys want to play?"
It became a daily thing. The three beings in his group quickly became addicted to his story telling and to the characters they were allowed to play. Nikola tore through characters, trying on different personalities like pieces of clothing. She had a beautiful eery singing voice, Jon was surprised to find out when she had decided to play a member of a steampunk band.
Breekon and Hope were less manic, too attached to their twins to play anyone else. They changed voices and accents every session, though. Jon deigned to ignore their shenanigans, scared to make them angry. He hadn't had this much fun in ages, he didn't want to loose that.
The two delivery men took turns holding him down while they played, Hope holding onto his arms and Breekon using him like a child would a Teddy bear.
Eventually the three lingered after their sessions had ended, the ropes that tied him to his chair less tight. Jon tried to keep the conversations casual, to not ask all the questions that burned at the tip of his tongue. He found that he didn't need to. Tongue loose from goofing around Nikola was often chatty, Breekon and Hope throwing in their two cents every once in a while.
Eventually the topic about Tims younger brother came up.
"Danny Stoker? Grimauldi skinned him? Hm..." Nikolas head nearly dislodged as she stared at the ceiling in thought. "Noooo." She giggled. "We didn't skin anyone that night, silly! We were scoping out locations for the dance! Danny's little group stumbled into us and got a little confused~"
"But Tim saw Grimauldi rip Dannys skin off of a puppet."
Nikola shrugged. "An illusion. We're good at making you people see things that aren't really there. Yet."
"So Danny is alive?"
"I believe so!~ If he didn't die in a ditch somewhere."
Jon was very careful to keep his voice as soft as possible with the next question. "Could you find him again and bring him to the Institute? To Tim and... I don't know... maybe that's a stupid idea given that he can't be sure it's really him..."
"If I track him down do I get inspiration for my character next session?"
"That's cheating." Breekon complained under his breath behind Jon.
"I... yes?"
Nikola grinned. "Wonderful! I see what I can do!"
Days went by like that, Nikola or Breekon or Hope updating him on Dannys search, which had turned out to be harder than they had thought. Well at least Jon was keeping them busy.
They were in the middle of racing a burning train into the central bank of London when a door creaked behind Jon, bathing the room in technicolour and spiral shapes.
"That is not what I thought I'd find here." A voice that wavered between confused and gleeful mused.
Jon twisted in the grip Breekon had on him. "Hello Michael."
"Hello Archivist. You've found yourself in an interesting situation." The grin Michael shot him was a knife glinting in the light before striking.
"Yes. Why are you here?"
Nikola had let him practice after Jon had explained his lack of training, much more lax with her hostage now that he fed her fascinating stories of blood and gore. So there was no trace of compulsion in his voice when he asked the question.
Michael answered truthfully anyway. "I came to kill you of course!"
"I have dips on that!" Nikola said, voice pleasant and grin feral.
"I'm sorry about that. Would you like to join the game instead?"
Michael stared at him as though he had grown mad. Impressed, curious and lightly terrified. Then it laughed that horrible, headache inducing laugh.
"There's a lot of lies and delusion." Jon coaxed, heart beating out of his chest with nerves.
"He's a good storyteller." Hope added, Nikola and Breekon nodding along.
"Hm alright. I guess I can play for a bit."
It didn't stay just for a bit. Michael stayed through the finale of the story and then demanded to start another, their little ragtag group of definitely not heroes causing more chaos than any other player group Jon had ever DMed before. And that was saying something. Hours upon hours passed, Michael disappearing and reappearing to get Jon coffee and tea to keep his voice from giving out.
In the middle of it all Michael began twitching and twisting, glitching in and out of sight before slumping to the ground with a groan, form for once near comprehensible. Another door opened and out walked Helen looking down at the Distortion in disappointment.
"Oh that didn't destroy you. Shame."
"Helen?"
"Hello Jon! I was coming to rescue you given that Michael got a little distracted. Do you want to come to the archives with me?"
Honestly Jon should have been shocked, probably angry. He was definitely sad. And yet the most he felt was just an overwhelming sense of whelp.
Jon vaguely gestured towards Nikola, as much as Breekons hold allowed him to. "Ask her."
"We're not done yet."
"Later then?"
Nikola considered Jon for a long moment, both staring unblinking at each other. "Give us an hour."
To Jons great surprise Helen just nodded and delicately sat on the chair Jon usually frequented in his "freetime" all prim and proper except for the long sharp fingers curling at the edges like corkscrews.
"Now where were we?"
Michael groaned from the floor for once not smiling. Jon felt a twinge of sympathy for him.
"Are you alright?"
"Been better. Been worse. Let's burn this village down!"
There was no end to the tale they had been playing, not with just one session of playtime. Jon felt a bit bad about that, especially because he had left it at a cliffhanger. No one seemed to be angry at him for it, though. Michael had recovered fast and was again his usual ominous cheery, albeit lightly aggressive self. He poked and prodded at Helen like a curious cat while Nikola massaged lotion into Jons skin for the last time and handed him several expensive looking bottles, rattling down a step by step skin care routine he was to follow to the t or else she would break into his house and do it herself.
Hope patted him on the head. "See you around, Archivist."
"You're really letting me go? Just like that?" Jon still couldn't believe it.
Nikola shrugged. "I found another option. And I'd like to keep doing this after the Unknowing."
"Will that be even possible?"
The grin he got from was not at all reassuring. "I don't know~"
Well that was probably the best he would get from her. Jon gave a hesitant tiny wave and, flanked by both Michael and Helen stepped through their door.
Back at the archive no one had even questioned his disappearance. A fact that made Michael and Helen laugh, even though they both refused to leave as Tim, Melanie and Basira questioned him about his whereabouts.
Martin was the only one who took Jons forced vacation in stride. Maybe he even was a little too happy about a group of mannequins harassing him to take better care of himself.
"You're not compromised now, are you?" Basira asked when Jon had settled back into his office after a long shower.
"No? Because I still don't want the world to end?"
"Good."
Somehow Jon knew that she would still keep an eye on him from now on.
~~~
When the day came to blow up the ritual site Jon hadn't slept a wink in three nights and was overcome by guilt. Despite how aweful his initial time at the circus had been and despite him knowing what horrible things Nikola and her kin did in their freetime, Jon still felt bad about probably killing her.
He tried to rationalize his feelings away, connecting his rising anxiety with the fact that Danny still hadn't been found. It was a flimsy denial.
Tim stayed by his side the whole time, resolute in his burning desire for vengeance. Jon was scared that he would loose him to this, too. Had confessed as much to Michael and Helen, who had taken to keeping at least one door manifested somewhere in the tunnels at all times. The two had started to get along well after some initial disagreement. The Spiral, split as it was between the two of them, was weaker in its influence now, leaving more of Michael Shelley and Helen Richardson to make decisions.
They weren't here now. Daisy, Basira and Tim were, setting up explosives and arguing about rescuing people that were already long dead.
And then Nikola appeared and the dance started and nothing made sense anymore.
Jon woke up six months later, Georgie calling him a monster and Basira giving him a statement to "eat" catching him up on everything he had missed. Tim had miraculously survived, having been dragged through a door by either Helen or Michael. Daisy and Basira had encountered Breekon and Hope, who had argued about what they should do with "Jons feral friends" and in the end had led them savely out of the building before it could go boom, muttering about possible inspiration points.
The only one who hadn't been saved was Jon. He tried not to feel too hurt about that.
Coming back to work was as anti climatic as it had been after the kidnapping. The only one who seemed happy to see him was Martin. He had apologized profusely for the hug and promptly stopped doing so when Jon dashed forward and back into Martins warm embrace, finally breaking down.
He had been too caught up in his crying to make a note of the little kiss Martin pressed into his hair.
They all were a little lost after averting the apocalypse, normal everyday life eluding them. Elias might have been out of the picture for the moment, but Peter Lukas had taken over and fighting against the isolation was taking its toll on everyone.
They were all huddled in the breakroom, faces grim and stewing in silence so as to not break into an arguement when they got their delivery.
Breekon and Hope stepped into the small space with their usual nonchalance dragging a scared young man between them, who had a lot of resemblance to Tim.
"Delivery for Jonathan Sims. Nikola says hi."
Tim was the first one up. "No... No no nononononono that can't be. He's dead. Jon. Jon tell me is that really him?!"
Jon looked at the scared man, who had his gaze locked on Tim, recognition slowly dawning on his face. He Looked and he Knew.
"Yes. No one was killed the night Danny disappeared. His group encountered Nikola and her troupe during a rehearsal, got confused and then lost. And was lost ever since. Nikola told me of this. She promised to find him for me, for you."
That was all Tim needed to rush forward, catching his brother in his arms and hugging him close. "Danny!"
Danny clung back just as tightly, awareness barely back. Still obviously shaken and confused.
Jon smiled at the two delivery men. "Thank you. Will he... will he be alright."
Hope shrugged. "Dunno. Nikola said to make him remember bit by bit. Been not Danny for a long time. Might need to get used to it again."
"We'll take it slow." Tim promised, silent tears streaming down his face.
"Good luck. Hey Archivist, do we get inspiration, too?"
Jon laughed, incredulous. The others in the room watched the exchange with varying degress of exasperation and outrage.
"You know what? Yes. Yes you have. And I'll give you all advantage on your rolls next session. Only that one session, though! Same for Nikola. How is she, by the way?"
Breekon made a so-so sign. "Restless. We've waited over six months to find out what happens after  that cliffhanger you gave us."
"Right." He still couldn't believe it. "Tonight 8 o'clock, my flat?"
Twin grins, the most excited he had ever seen them. "See you then, Archivist."
Tim was still gently hushing his brother, rocking back and forth on his feet to try and calm him down a little. And he still had tears streaming down his face, looking like an absolute wreck. But he still managed to join the unimpressed stares that were thrown his way by everyone but Martin, who at this point had just started to roll with the punches.
"You really befriended the clown club and made them rescue literally all of us?" Basira asked in a deadpan voice.
"I kind of feel cheap now." Daisy muttered. "As though those clowns let us win."
"Look, what can I say? Pen and Paper games are fun. I can't blame them. And Nikola did want to start a band."
"Oh my god." Melanie groaned, her head thunking onto the table. "I can't believe it."
"A band?" Basira asked, suddenly much more alert. They really had gotten quite desensitized to the whole monster thing, hadn't they? "What, you can sing?"
"As a matter of fact, yes. But really. Shouldn't we... I mean shouldn't we focus on Danny? There's a cot-"
"I know." Tim interrupted. "We all know there's a cot. I'll take him home, you keep talking about your weird band plans. Monster boss? We talk later, but... thank you."
Silence reigned long enough to follow Tim out of the Institute before Martin piped up, cheeks reddening before he had even opened his mouth. "Could we... Could we have a taste?"
"A taste? Of what? My voice?"
"Hold up, if Sims is going to sing I'll have to record it." Melanie tapped on her phone and held it into the room as one would do a microphone. "Alright go."
Jon sighed, what he didn't do to keep up the group morale.
"Aww shit." Was Basiras conclusion when he was done. "What kind of music were you thinking of playing?"
"Steampunk."
"Count me in."
~~~
Today had been weird, Jon thought, mind reeling from the whiplash of... kindness? That had happened after the delivery of one Danny Stoker. Granted the last month, no
year
had been weird. But this had topped it all. At least it had been a nice weird.
Jon had nearly forgotten about his appointment with a certain group of Strangers when he got back to his flat, overworked, hungry and still processing. So he should be forgiven for the scream he let out when he saw three large figures huddling on his too small couch.
"You haven't been taking care of your skin at all!"
There was no time to duck away from the cold, hard hands that fluttered all over his body. Nikola squished his cheeks like a proper grandmother, clearly unhappy about their elasticity.
"I was in a coma for six months."
"And awake for a few weeks now." A cheerful male voice said from behind him, bringing the smell of pizza with it.
"We were there he didn't take care of himself at all!" Helen added, putting down several cans of soda and what looked to be instant coffee.
"You're horrible!" Nikola wailed, manhandling him until he was squished between Breekon and Hope. "All my beautiful work! Ruined!"
"Uh... sorry?"
"You can make it up to us with weekly sessions." Michael suggested with a grin.
"Both on Saturday and Sunday!" Helen added.
"I actually planned for Sunday to be band day." Jon lied. "Basira wants to join, by the way."
They were all settled around the small coffee table now, food and drink on the floor so they had enough place to roll their dice.
"Wonderful! What did you think we'd name it?"
Jon tilted his head given the illusion of thinking it over even though he had known what to name his band since highschool.
"The Mechanisms."
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Do you write headcannons? If you do how about one for soft teddy!beatles x reader
Yay, first request, thank you! But hm, I've never thought about headcannons, but I can try! Since this request is kinda open, I'm going to go for like, what the general relationship vibes are
George
Does anyone remember the like slam poetry club from a goofy movie?
Like I'm talking that, dark smokey room, chilling in an alley, cool cat, avant garde poet vibe
That's George
Of all the boys, he's the loner of the group
He's just got that dark and mysterious vibe, which is honestly what drew you to pursue him in the first place
You're chill in your own right tho and great at respecting his space, both of which he loves you for
The other boys are actually kinda surprised at how easily he opened up to you
You two can often be seen on the edge of the social gathering, either kissing or just vibing, away from all the noise
But what does he do when he's off in his own world, and takes time to himself?
Write music and lyrics of course!
He brings his work to you a lot, and even plays samples of his sheet music for you
"how's this sound love?" "I'm thinking it goes something like this... There, how's that?"
You're his number one fan, but he appreciates that you give genuine feedback too
He loves to write you cute little notes and sweet romantic poems
Although, he never straight hands them to you, you always just... Find them in places clearly meant for you to discover them
Your purse, your bookbag, the teeth of your hairbrush, the sleeve of your favorite record
He doesn't know this, but you hold onto every single one
Dates with George are kind of low key tbh
Like if you want to go out, that's fine! But usually you two just vibe and write lyrics, poems, and music together
He even teaches you some guitar!
To the boys, you're basically George part two lol
Meaning, they're happy to hangout and all, but typically they just respect you and your space like they do for George
You're just a mystery to them, and they're ok with that
John
The actual definition of "asshole to the world, sweetheart to his girl"
He gives you LOTS of pet names
"my bird" "love" "doll face" " she's a dime"
At first, you're kiiiiind of just his arm candy
He's just nervous to show his soft side, you know?
After all, his role in the teds is halfway between the leader and the muscle
Add that into the fact that he's secretly quite the anxious person, and you manage to let it go
But!!! Once you've been together for a while, he's fiercely protective of you in public and sweetly affectionate when he thinks no one's looking
Like when you're alone?
I'm talking head in your lap while you play with his hair, comes to you randomly and asks for hugs/cuddles, picks you up and spins you around, holds you close to slow dance even if there's no music, kind of affection
You just.... Soothe him
Like, maybe he doesn't need to be big bad John Lennon to show the world that he's strong and tough and worthy of love and affection
Now, when you're in public
He'll hold your hand if you ask and kiss you and all that, especially if he sees someone else eyeing you up
But if someone thinks they can catch him lacking and snatch you up?
WHOO BOY
Bottom line always is that you're his and he's yours, and anyone who can't respect that, or God forbid, can't respect you...
Let's just say, OOF
When it comes to dates this man is CLUELESS !!!
You basically have to do 80% of the planning, but luckily he's happy to do whatever you want!
The boys see you as a little sister of sorts, and they're all ready to stand up for you at a moment's notice!
However, that's often not necissary with John around lol
Paul
Paul is a bit like John in a way
He's loud, cocky, and rambunctious, but what sets him apart is he's charismatic enough to sell water to a drowning man and in tune enough with his emotions that he can express himself without growing frustrated or aggressive
1000000% chance that he's the one who approached you
Unfortunately for him, you're of the mindset to not associate with teddy riff raff like him and his friends
Paul's totally bewildered bc he's not use to being turned down flat like that
But that just makes him all the more eager to prove you wrong!
He's like a stray cat that takes a liking to you
Except instead of mice and birds, he brings you sweet little things like a bouquet of dandelions or some penny candy
After a while, he starts to grow on you
What if.... You were wrong about teds like Paul?
You guys get to talking and hanging out, and you even spend time with him and the boys! *Gasp*
Which is usually a trip, bc Paul looooves to show you off!
Like he's seriously your number one hype man
"there's my gorgeous girl!" "Don't you look lovely!" "Is that a new dress? It looks right capital on you!"
At first you were embarrassed by all the attention, but you soon grew to love it, especially considering how genuine he is with all his comments
Soon enough, you feel like you're on top of the world with a guy like him boosting your confidence!
Paul's dates are the most traditionally romantic of the boys
He takes you to dinner, drive in movies, accompanies you shopping, all that good stuff
As Paul's girl you're like the Queen to his King lol
Even tho John formed their little group, Paul feels the most like the leader with his silver tongue and all so you can always count on him and the other boys to have your back out there!
Ringo
Honestly the most square of all the teddy Beatles lol
That's ok tho bc as a square yourself, he's very approachable!
He's a little shy when you first meet him
It's just.... He's not cool and mysterious like George, or tough and strong like John, or even all that charming and charismatic like Paul
Sooooo... Why him?
Honestly at first you're not sure you could answer that question
But thankfully, it doesn't take you long at all to tease out his real personality, and by that point you feel like you could come up with a hundred reasons!
Of all your favorite things about him, your top three would definitely be that he's silly, fun, and the kind of boyfriend who's also your best friend!
Like really, he's always willing to lend an ear or a comforting shoulder, whatever you need!
He's like a puppy in a way, of all the boys he's most likely to be the one to go out if his way to please you and make you happy
On that note, he loves to make you laugh!
It's just the most magical sound to him and he doesn't understand at all why you hate the sound of it
"can't be worse then mine", he gawffs
Ringo isn't use to going very far from his friends, but when he meets you, he loves going on little dates together!
He's got a bad case of two left feet, but your favorite thing to do is go dancing
Your place, his place, the town square, it's always a good time to let loose and have fun!
His spontaneity takes you by surprise, honestly
You're just not use to letting go and having pure, genuine fun whenever and wherever
But with Ringo to show you the ropes, you embrace it quickly!
When you're not out cutting a rug, another hot spot for you two is the ice cream parlor
Of course you always get things to share, like a milkshake or a sundae
He always lets you choose
Surprisingly the boys don't pay you too much mind
They're happy for Ringo, and you too of course! But they mostly leave you both to your own devices
They look out for Ringo of course, but mostly Ringo is perfectly fine looking out for himself lol so they assume it'd be no different for his girl!
Which is fine by you guys, after all you're both more then happy to just tag along on the teds shenanigans and see where the road takes you!
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Where David and the reader have a tennis match and she beats him. LOVE YOUR WRITING BTW!!!!
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âAre you actually recording this?â You exclaim as you watch him bring out his camera from across the net. Everyone in the squad has come out to watch the competition between the couple unfold.Â
âI have to! Have you seen what you are wearing?â He asks just before switching on the camera and shoving it to your face. Your cheeks tint red as all of your friends cheer at you from the sideline. You are wearing a skirt and a tight top that accentuates your breasts making them look bigger than they truly are. The outfit looks cute on you.
You cross your arms across your chest feeling a bit self-conscious from everyoneâs prying eyes. It feels nice having everyoneâs attention you, but you are not used to it.Â
âCome here and let me get a better look at youâ He reaches out with his opposite hand. He wears a mischievous smile only causing you to feel hotter under the Californian sun. You carefully walk up to him, using the net as a barrier between you. âRemind me, why we havenât played tennis before?âÂ
âYouâve never askedâ You shrug, rolling your eyes at him. âYou always ask the boys especially Jason. Plus, I would had embarrassed youâ He chuckles at your comment; amused by your sudden playful attitude. He is fond of this side of you. David rarely gets to see it especially in front of his friends. You are usually a giggling, blushing, and shy mess.Â
âWhat are we betting on?â He purses his own lips making eye contact with you. âJase â come over hereâ.Â
âAre you sure you want to do this babe?â You probably shouldnât be betting with the devil himself, but it all too tempting. Either way, what could go wrong? He is your boyfriend and he has proven to you that he would never hurt you. Plus, you would love to beat him at his own game. The simple thought is too satisfying to forget or ignore.Â
âWhatâs up, guys? Are you starting or what?â Jason, out of breath asks, completely entertained by the idea that had been proposed by David. It was he, who had come up with it. It all started because you had brought your high school yearbook to show David your senior portrait. He had looked through it and found an old picture of you playing tennis in the varsity team of your high school. He was instantly fascinated.Â
âWe are betting on the game and we need a witnessâ David keeps his gaze on you. He hasnât torn his eyes away from yours since you had approached. Jason throws his head back, laughing heavily at his friends. He can only imagine how badly all of this can end.Â
âFineâ He exhales, âAre you sure this is smart?â Jason knows how unbelievably in love each of you is to one another and he would hate to allow this type of shenanigans to ruin anything. Davidâs lips part open, but before he can respond, you interrupt.Â
âWe are both adults...â You shrug, âI am sure we can handle it, right babe?âÂ
âTook the words right out of my mouth, babyâ David smirks, âWhatâs it going to be then? â I already know mineâÂ
Jason exhales loudly and pushes his hair back as he feels the tension growing.Â
âYou go firstâ You shrug as you hold your tennis racquet close to your body.Â
âIf I win, then I get to blindfold you and put it on the vlogâ A broad smile that reaches his eyes appears across his face. You raise your eyebrows and pull them together, breaking eye contact in the process. He knows what is your biggest fear, you had told him after he promised to never blindfold you. David watches your expressions and your uncertainty arising. For a second, he thinks you are going to back out of the competition.Â
âFineâ You agree after you pull yourself together, âThen if I win I get to give you a haircut at homeâ Itâs Davidâs turn to act surprised and scared. He hates getting a haircut and only allows one person to cut it â an actual professional.Â
âThat is not fair! The damage to my hair is permanent! And people will see it!â He complains followed by a slight laugh.Â
âYou are putting a live animal on me!â You fire back.Â
âMy hair is permanent!â David argues, âYou love my hair!âÂ
âIt will grow backâ You roll your eyes, âYou are such a drama queenâ You and Jason laugh at him.Â
âItâs still not fair!â You sigh heavily, not believing his cowardness.Â
âThen I guess you better not looseâ You raise an eyebrow and stretch out your hand for him to shake.Â
âFine. I donât want to hear you whining or begging for forgiveness when I am done with youâ David points at you and even if he tries to act all tough and confident in his performance âhe canât hide his sly smile. He takes your hand and gently shakes it before breaking off.Â
âGood luck honey!â You yell out for everyone to hear as you walk back towards your right side of the court.Â
âBeat his ass, Y/N!â Natalie yells from the side court followed by a few loud whistles. You can see Davidâs head shaking as his head is down. He stands diagonally from you, behind the baseline, dribbling the fresh tennis ball that he has just pulled out of his pocket. You do the same and stand behind the baseline knowing that his serves are long and fast enough to easily reach you.Â
In matters of milliseconds, his feet rise from the floor and he swings at the ball in the air. The sideline goes quiet as they watch the competitive couple play against the other. The ball travels quickly and bounces exactly where you had predicted it, giving you the perfect opportunity to receive it and swing it back. David is too shocked by your agility and skills to swing back at the ball. The ball is out of bounce before he can blink. The sideline goes crazy, cheering and yelling for you, only busting your confidence.Â
David bites his tongue and refrains from complimenting you and gawking at your ability to play tennis. He honestly just wants the game to end so he can take you home and have his way with you. In his defense, you are also craving the same thing. He looks too good in white especially when he wears his tennis hat backward.Â
âNot bad, Ms. Y/L/Nâ He exclaims causing your smile to grow bigger. He walks across the court as he prepares himself to serve again.Â
And so it begins again; the back and forth of the ball, from one court to another. The only prominent sounds come from the swinging, hitting of the ball, and their shoes being dragged against the floor. Itâs a hot day in Los Angeles making it harder for the couple, but the two of you are too competitive to ever forfeit. On the sixth game of the third set, both of you are dripping in sweat. You had won the first set whilst David the second. This last game determines the winner but both can barely make it to the baseline without gasping for air.Â
âThis is ridiculous!â Corinna yells as she fans herself. âJust give up already David!âÂ
âWhy should he give up?!â Jonah responds, âHe has played just as well as Y/Nâ.
âHis hair is going to grow back!â Natalie backs up Corinna as they all sit under the shade.Â
âTell that to his confidence if he lets his girlfriend win!â Jeff puffs as he leans over, his legs are spread out trying not to over sweat. âAnd donât get me started on his egoâ.Â
âI think we can all live without a little bit of his egoâ Zane rolls his eyes as he pulls his shirt over his head.
You and David look at each other from across the court. Itâs the first time that you get a good look at him since the game has started. Everything is always so quick that it doesnât allow you to have a good look at him. His hair is dripping wet, his hat even has a sweat stain from his forehead. His high cheekbones are tinted red, probably sunburned since he had refused to wear any sunscreen when you had offered. His lips are slightly parted just like yours; trying to catch his breath.Â
He flashes at you a small smile as he wipes the sweat off his forehead. You look just as messy and sweaty. Your ponytail has gotten saggy. A few strands of hairs are sticking out in different directions. Your cheeks are tinted from the rise in temperature. You smile weakly at him as you feel his eyes on you. You can still hear your silly friends fighting from the sidelines.Â
âOkay, letâs finish thisâ You stand straight up and make your way to your starting position. Once again, itâs Davidâs time to serve. Therefore you stand at the baseline and hope to win.Â
The others finally quiet down as soon as David servers. His serve is a bit less strong due to his exhaustion. You run-up to the ball and hit it back with the only energy and stamina left in you. David runs up to the ball and hits it; aiming to the opposite side. Before you run-up to the ball on the other side, you already can see that itâs out of bounce. It touches the ground just a few inches out of the white line giving you the winning point.Â
You look over at David who keeps blinking repeatedly, repeating the play in his head, wondering where he had gone wrong with his swing. A stupid mistake had caused him the game. His head drops as you walk back to the sideline in search of water. Zane is the first with his hands on you.Â
âYOU WON!â He yells as he lifts you off the floor and spins you around. You laugh lightly when he sets you on the floor and hands you an ice-cold water bottle. Everyone who had bet on you hugs you tightly as you rummage through your bag for a hand towel and sunblock.Â
âThank you guysâ You smile then make your way towards David who sits on the floor, looking defeated and exhausted. You use your cold water to wet the clean water while you walk towards your boyfriend. He looks up at him and gives you a lazy smile. âHiâÂ
âHey, baby. Congratulationsâ You kneel beside him and take his hat off, revealing his messy, drenched in sweat hair. You take the water bottle and pour some cold water on top of his head, trying to refresh him and lower his body temperature. The last thing you need is for him to have a heat stroke. Jeff who sits nearby and the rest of the squad watches the interaction silently.Â
You fold the wet towel and press it against the nape of his neck instantly making him sight in relief.Â
âHold itâright there,â You say as you open the sunscreen and squirt some, on the back of your hand. David remains quiet and just watches you. You gently apply sunscreen on his face. You know itâs a little bit too late, but it could prevent him from continuing to burn his face. Just when you are done you run your fingers through his hair, getting it out of the way and his eyes. âHow do you feel?â You ask as you replace his hand, holding to towel for yours. âCan anyone bring me another water bottle?âÂ
âBetterâ He smiles, âYou knowâ you are too selflessâ His heart swoons for you and your kindness. âHow come you always take care of me before worrying about yourself?âÂ
âBecause I love youâ You whisper as you watch him starting to recompose. âYou take care of the people that you loveâ David smile grows, he reaches out and grabs your forearm. He tugs you down and presses his lips against yours.Â
âI love you moreâ He responds after he pulls away. Jeff interrupts the sweet moment with two bottles of water.Â
âYour hair looks great like that manâ He compliments David on his slick back.Â
âYou better enjoy it and say goodbye to it cause itâs goingâ Jeff chuckles and shakes his head. âY/N is cutting itâ.Â
âIâm actually not going to do soâ His mouth hangs widely openedâ shocked and somewhat confused.Â
âBut you won...â You shrug while you take a sip out of your water.Â
âI wanted you to actually play as if I was one of the boys. I didnât want you to let me win just because I am your girlfriendâ You explain after feeling the satisfying contrast of ice-cold water running down the inside of your throat; cooling you instantly. âPlus, I love your hairâ.Â
âWhat the fuck am I going to do with you, Y/N?â A mischievous smile appears as he gazes at you. You only smile back at your boyfriend. Your plan had worked according to the plan.Â
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ether [ pt. 3 ]
pairing | pjm/jjk x reader genre | angst, love triangle word count | 6.6k rating | M, 18+
You placed the large garment box gently on the floor of your apartment beside the couch and looked at it, wondering what to do.
You thought back to how pleasantly Jimin reacted to your telling him about Jungkook. The way he simply smiled and candidly admitted to you how he thought it was sweet that Jungkook finally confessed his feelings for you. How there was not a single ounce of judgement or anger to be found in his eyes, smiling sweetly.
But you thought of Jungkook, about how terribly he reacted to the possibility of you being with Jimin, at how he wanted to take things slow with you, to get it right. You bent down, carefully sliding the box under the couch, putting it out of your thoughts, deciding that you wouldnât attend the event with Jimin. You wanted things to work out too, you wanted to do this right. And it would not be a good idea to antagonize Jungkook with something like this.
You walked into your bedroom, sliding your clothes off before deciding to take a bath. And when you were done, you slipped into your pajamas, and sat down at the edge of your bed, and saw the screen of your phone light up with an incoming text.
Taehyung: Yo, wanna get lunch tomorrow?
You thought about it for a moment, and returned to your text history and opened your messages with Jungkook.
Hey, Tae just invited me for lunch tomorrow. Would you wanna go?
You stared down at the words you wrote and wondered why you were nervous to ask this. You hit the back button a few times and made some edits.
Hey! Tae invited me for lunch tomorrow, you should come with!
Ugh, too peppy. You deleted everything and rewrote it again.
Hey, Tae just invited me for lunch tomorrow, do you wanna come with?
You held your breath and hit the little blue button to send, berating yourself in your head for obsessing over how to word a simple text. To your surprise, you saw three little dots pop up on the left hand side almost immediately.
Your phone buzzed in your hand and with a little whooshing sound, a reply came.
Jungkook: What time?
You smiled, quickly typing a response. Probably around 12-12:30?
Jungkook: I have a lot of stuff to do tomorrow, but Iâll let you know ok?
You felt your heart sink at this response and your hands dropped in your lap, but quickly felt silly for reacting this way. Itâs not as though heâs saying no, he just has stuff he needs to do, probably errands or laundry, you rationalized in your head. You decided to try to not let it get to you and flipped over to Taehyungâs message, typing a response. Yep, sounds good. JK might come too.
Taehyung: Sweet. Yoongiâs coming too.
-
The restaurant Taehyung picked for lunch was absolutely packed when you arrived. You looked around at the bustling tables, waiters carrying large plates of food through the aisles, playing human dodgeball with the guests getting up and or sitting down.
âY/N! Over here!â
You followed the sound of the voice, and saw Taehyung seated with Yoongi at a table in the back corner and you made your way over.
âHey guys,â you greeted them as you took a seat in the booth beside Taehyung. âYoongi, I havenât seen you in so long, how have you been? I heard just got back from Spain, how was it?â
âIt was lovely,â he responded simply. You smiled at this, Yoongi was always so straightforward. Not curt, but he always only said exactly what was necessary and not a word more. He was always a nice contrast to Taehyung, whoâs constantly talking about some kind of nonsense or another.
âWhereâs JK? I thought you said he was coming,â Taehyung asked as the waitress walked away with your menus after taking your orders.
âOh, uhâ you glanced down at your phone which youâd been clutching in your hand the whole morning, expecting a text from him. âHe said he might, but heâs pretty busy today.â
âSooo whatâs going on there?â
You looked up and saw Taehyung staring at you, face resting against his hand, elbow propped up on the table, eyebrow raised.
âWhat?â
âWhat do you mean what?â he rolled his eyes. âYou and JK? You and that guy you left with at the bar on Friday? Spill.â
You took a sip of one of the bloody marys the waitress brought over for the table and told Taehyung and Yoongi everything from the past two days.
âSo then he gives me this giant Chanel box, I havenât opened it yet, but I guess since Jungkook and I talked, I donât think Iâm gonna go with Jimin to that event. But I thought things would be great since JK and I talked about us, you know? So I asked him to come out to lunch today, but heâs doing that thing again, where heâs being distant. He hasnât said anything to me at all today...what?â you looked up to see Taehyungâs brows wrinkled in a frown at you.
âY/N, babe,â he reached out and patted your hand condescendingly. âWhatâs wrong with playing the field?â he lifted his hands up, shrugging his shoulders. âOn the one hand, youâve got JK, who you finally found out that after years of you liking him, he likes you too. On the other hand, you have this guy who is rich as fuck, whoâs driving you around in a McLaren P1, buying you expensive things, and asking you out to fancy dates? What the hellâs wrong with you, whatâs that depressed look on your face for? Just enjoy it! Yoongi, back me up here!â he gestured at a quiet Yoongi, who sat across from the two of you, listening while taking sips of black coffee, saying nothing.
âTae, that doesnât help. Look, I want to commit to something with JK since we talked, but itâs just- I donât know, I still feel like somethingâs off, like heâs saying all the right things, but heâs still being distant-â
âWhy do you like JK?â you heard Yoongi say.
You looked at him, astonished that heâs actually participating in this conversation, the type of conversation he would normally prefer to stay out of because it was âshenanigans.â
âWell, I mean, Iâve liked him since college..â
âThatâs not why you like him.â
âI know,â you pursed your lips, thinking. âHeâs gets me. Heâs a perfect complement to me. Iâm a bit messy, and heâs super neat. I work off my gut, and heâs deliberate and methodical. And he always seems to know exactly what I need - a chill night in, just sitting on the couch eating junk food, or watching a sad movie just to cry it out.â
âMhmm, and do you like this Jimin?â Yoongi asked, taking another sip of his coffee.
âI mean..I do..I did,â you quickly corrected, staring down at your plate of food, pushing a french fry around.
âAnd why do you like him?â
You thought about this for a moment. Yoongiâs question brought to mind images of Jiminâs eyes, smiling sweetly at you from behind strands of his silver hair being blown by the breeze, shimmering in the afternoon sun, holding onto your hand, laughing his infectious laugh.
âHeâs so...light..â you began. âI feel..everythingâs just so easy with him, heâs so light, heâs always smiling, always laughing. Even when something is serious, he has such a childlike and bright-eyed disposition towards itâŚhe makes me want to run around in the grass with him and just laugh all day..â You looked up to see Yoongi looking down at the cup of coffee in front of him, his hand lingering on the handle.
âY/N, Iâm gonna say something, but I donât want you to take it the wrong way,â he prefaced before continuing. âI mean, listen to the way you just described the two of them. Are you sure you really like JK? Or do you just like that after years of wanting him, youâve finally got your prize, and the fact that he makes you feel like youâre always on the verge of losing him is just keeping you tethered to him for no good reason?â
You frowned at this. âNo, thatâs not true, I love JK.â You said the words and you heard the way you said it, placing that emphasis on the word love, as though you were trying to convince them of it. You sighed, looking down at your hands in your lap. âIâve loved him for years..â
You turned and looked up at Taehyung, who exchanged a nervous glance with Yoongi.
He leaned over to look at you. âYoongiâs right, Y/N, like, your eyes literally lit up when you started talking about Jimin.â
You scooted back in your seat, shaking your head. âNo, heâs just a distraction, the only reason I even left with him on Friday night was because I was jealous of the way Yuri was all over JK,â you muttered, tightening your grip around the fork in your hand. âYou guys just donât understand.â
-
You threw your purse onto the table when you walked into the apartment, plopping down onto the couch, huffing at the whole conversation you just had with Yoongi and Taehyung.
They just donât get it, you thought. They werenât there when Jungkook comforted you over your breakup with your ex. They werenât there every time he would show up at your door, the way he would take care of you, making you food, knowing exactly how you like your coffee made, letting you hog the blanket whenever the two of you were snuggled together on the couch watching a movie because he knew you were always cold. He got you.
Then you heard Taehyungâs voice in your head - Your eyes literally lit up when you started talking about Jimin.
Looking down, you saw the corner of the garment box sticking out from under your couch. You reached down and picked it up, setting it down on the coffee table. You stared at the top for a few moments before reaching down, tugging the giant satin bow loose. You brushed the excess ribbon away and lifted the top open.
You gently flipped through the layers of tissue paper and heard yourself gasp when you saw the dress. As gently as possible, you lifted the delicate silk material up by two thin gossamer strings that held up a bodice of lace, silk, and tiny crystals, sewn into the lining. You set the dress down into its little tissue paper bed and stood up, pacing through your living room.
Are you sure you really like JK? You heard Yoongiâs voice in your head say.
You stopped in front of the coffee table, looking down at the dress, and decided you would go to Jiminâs event tonight. Itâll prove once and for all that you donât actually have any feelings for him, you only loved Jungkook. And maybe as a fringe benefit, youâd still be able to have Jimin as a friend going forward.
-
It was 7:55 and you were standing in the courtyard of your apartment complex, pacing, moving about stiffly because you had no idea how to move in such a delicate dress, afraid you might step on the hem or accidentally tear one of the straps if your range of motion was too big.
âY/N.â
You turned at the sound of a familiar voice, and saw Jimin standing in the stone entryway, hands in his pockets, eyes wide, staring at you as you turned around, his lips parting slightly.
He was wearing a black sweater, tucked neatly into a pair of black pants, under a long gray coat, a silver chain hanging around his neck, matching the silver of his hair blowing easily in the wind.
âH-Hey..â you brushed at the gown nervously. âUm..I didnât hear your car come up.â
He took a few steps toward you. âI took the limo,â he reached his hands out and took you by the hands, spinning you around. âIt comes with a driver,â he looked at you, eyes soft and slightly tired. âThis is unbelievable..â
You felt your cheeks become hot. âOh no, am I wearing this dress wrong? Itâs just, Iâve never seen a dress so fancy it doesnât even come with a tag, I couldnât tell which was the front and which was the back,â you looked down at the dress, embarrassed. âOr is it the hair, is it too much?â you reached a hand up, tugging at your wavy strands.
He reached out and took your hands in his, waiting til you settled enough to look him in his eyes. âYouâre stunning,â he said, his voice soft.
He led you out to the limousine where the driver stood, holding the door open for you. You got in, and Jimin slid into the seat adjacent from you, beside the window.
He sat quietly in his seat the entire drive to the venue.
You watched him nervously, looking up occasionally at his profile as he rested his elbow on the edge of the window, his fingers brushing at his lips as he looked out the window. Youâd never seen him like this, you thought. He didnât look upset or anything, but he wasnât his usual cheery, smiling self. You wondered if something was wrong.
When the limousine came to a stop and the driver came around the open the door, Jimin stepped out first, holding a hand out to help you step out onto the sidewalk to an imposing glass and marble entrance, lined with lights, a row of black town cars and limousines along the sidewalk, backed up into the street, full of people who mustâve also been attending this event. Â
He led you into the venue, to an elevator that rose 60 stories above the city, opening up to a rooftop terrace.
âWow..â you gasped when the elevator doors opened, and you stepped out onto the stone terrace. There were men and women dressed in evening gowns and suits, some standing in clusters, engaged in conversation, others seated in sofas and chairs that looked like they were made of vintage upholstery, sipping drinks from crystal glasses, as an amber sun rose below a purple horizon in the distance.
âWhat..kind of work event is this?â you asked, eyes wide.
Jimin finally laughed, taking your hand and leading you to the bar.
âY/N?â you heard someone call your name as Jimin picked up two glasses of champagne and handed one to you.
You turned and saw Namjoon walk up, eyes squinted in disbelief at the sight of you in that gown.
âHey, Namjoon, what are you doing here?â you reached an arm up around his neck, giving him a hug, surprised to see him at such an event.
âOne of my investors invited me here tonight. The better question is what are you doing here, looking like that?â his jaw dropped, pushing his glasses up the bridge of his nose, staring at you.
You laughed, âUm, Iâm here with a friend, this is Jimin..â
Jimin held out his hand to Namjoon, âHi man, how do you do?â
âHoly shit, Park Jimin? Oh shit, I mean, oh crap, sorry please excuse me, I just,â Namjoon stuttered, shaking his hand, utter shock on his face. âI didnât know you were Park Jimin.â
âJimin,â you turned and saw an older gentleman walk up to the bar, arm in arm with a woman in a black evening gown who you assumed mustâve been his wife based on the giant art deco ring on her left hand. âHappy birthday, my boy,â he said, reaching a hand out.
Jimin stood back, shaking his hand. âThank you, sir. Thank you for coming.â
âWhat a lovely event as always, dear, we look forward to this all year,â his wife smiled, picking up a glass of champagne from the bar.
âIs your father around?â the older gentleman asked.
You saw Jiminâs jaw clench at the question.
âNo, I havenât seen him yet. Iâll be sure to tell him to find you when I see him,â he said, and you felt goosebumps rise on your skin, shuddering slightly upon seeing his eyes suddenly go dark at the question, his tone coming out with a cold and stern edge, a severe departure from the sunny and cheery disposition you were used to seeing him with.
âBe sure to have him give us the name of his event planner too, will you dear? This is absolutely marvelous, I must have them plan my next party,â his wife asked as they both turned to walk away.
âCertainly,â Jimin answered, and as soon as they turned their backs, you watched as he raised the champagne chute to his lips, downing the entire drink in one gulp. âWhiskey neat,â he said to one of the bartenders, setting the empty glass down.
âYo, Jimin!â
You opened your mouth to say something but the voice of someone calling Jiminâs name stopped you before you could. Across a few clusters of people gathered in conversation, you saw a young man about Jiminâs height, with black hair slicked back, in a sharp suit and tie, bearing a remarkable resemblance to Jimin, motioning for him to go over.
The bartender set the whiskey glass on the counter in front of him and he lifted it to his lips, downing it before turning to you, and obviously forcing a smile, said, âPlease wait here a moment, Iâll be right back.â
âDude, so that guy from the bar on Friday was Park Jimin? Holy shit, you are here with Park Jimin?â Namjoon gushed, punching you in the arm jokingly. âDuuude, nice pull, Y/N!â
âHe didnât tell me it was his birthday..â you said softly to yourself, staring after him as he approached the young man with the black hair, who held his arms out for a hug while Jimin hesitated for a moment, before returning his hug.
âHuh? What was that?â Namjoon asked, taking a sip of champagne.
âNamjoon, whoâs that guy Jiminâs talking to?â you asked, gesturing over toward the two of them.
âOh, thatâs Park Jihyun. Oooh he must be Jiminâs younger brother. Oh man, I guess I shouldâve known that when I saw Jimin, it all makes sense now, they look so much alike, heâs basically an older version of Jihyun.â
He has a little brother? You thought to yourself, looking at the two of them, Jihyun smiling, holding onto Jiminâs shoulder and walking him around to various guests to greet them, and Jimin obliged, forcing a smile.
The evening dragged on and you sat on a sofa with Namjoon, chatting with a few of his colleagues that were also at the party and losing count of how many glasses of champagne youâve had. Â You couldnât tear your gaze from Jimin, who was pulled from group to group. He would occasionally look around for you, and when his eyes met yours, he would mouth the words âIâm sorryâ and youâd muster a smile, shaking your head, mouthing âitâs okayâ back to him.
âHey, Namjoon, Iâm gonna go to the bathroom, Iâll be right back,â you stood, heading back into the building, tipsy and struggling to find your balance in your heels. Â
At the end of the hall, you saw a sign for the ladies room and pushed the door open to a dimly lit powder room, with a large vintage mirror above bronze sinks, a velvet sofa in the corner, and a group of girls who turned and stared at you as you entered, halting all conversation.
You smiled nervously, and walked over to one of the sinks, running cold water over your hands and patting your warm cheeks. You looked at your reflection, wondering what the heck you were doing here.
âExcuse me,â you said softly, ducking behind one of the girls and picked up a cloth towel from a marble vanity plate and dried your hands before turning and walking out.
âOh my god, is that her?â you heard one of them say as the bathroom door closed behind you.
âIâve never seen her around before,â another chimed in.
âSheâs obviously not a society girl, I mean, did you see her hair? She probably did it herself. Whatâs Jimin thinking?â the third one said and the three of them burst into laughter.
You scoffed, turning and walking back down the hallway, saw Jimin and Jihyun walk across the open space down the other corridor. You turned the corner and saw them enter a room at the end of the hall, and you followed behind them, stopping beside the slightly ajar double mahogany doors.
âHappy birthday, son,â you heard a voice say.
Through the crack in the door you saw Jimin seated in a leather armchair, leaned forward with his elbows on his knees. Across from him sat an older man in a dark navy suit, his grey hair expertly groomed, wisps of white at his temples, and Jihyun stood beside his chair.
You quickly turned, leaning back against the wall, knowing that this was a private conversation, but still wanting to know whatâs happening.
âI didnât think youâd come back from your trip for this,â you heard Jimin say.
âDonât be absurd, of course Iâm going to attend my sonâs birthday celebration,â you heard the man say.
Jimin sighed, âYouâre not actually here for my birthday, so why donât we just cut to the chase and you tell me whatâs going on?â
Peeking through the crack in the door, you saw Jihyun hand a stack of papers to Jimin.
âWhatâs this?â he asked, flipping through the pages.
âIâm taking over Park Industries,â Jihyun announced, standing up tall, sliding his hands into his pockets.
Jimin looked up at him for a moment, and then looked at his father. He scoffed, nodding and tossing the stack of papers aside onto a table, standing up. âThatâs great, Jihyun, Iâm really proud of you. Now, if thereâs nothing else, Iâm going to go back outside-â
âSit down, son,â his father said. âThereâs no reason for you to take this tone, youâve known for a while now that this would be happening.â
âAnd itâs not like weâre cutting you out. Youâre still on the board, you still own 16% of the enterprise,â Jihyun added.
You saw Jimin nod again, and turn to walk towards the door, and you quickly backed away.
âJimin, Jimin, wait,â you heard Jihyun call out as Jimin threw the door open, walking out, and you had already turned the corner down the hall. âJimin, he asked me to take over the company officially two weeks ago, what was I supposed to do, say no? Iâve already been helping him with everything for a couple of years, and you havenât even been around-â
âJihyun, what are you doing?â you heard Jimin say. âI mean, all your life, youâve done exactly what he said. Boarding school, Stanford, Wharton, and now this? Donât you wanna live your life? You wanna be his slave your whole life?â
âThatâs not fair..â
You heard Jiminâs steps moving closer and Jihyunâs voice stopped him. âJimin, dad also wants to know when he can officially announce your engagement with Miya.â
You felt all air escape your lungs.
âWhoâs that girl you brought here tonight? All the other girls were talking about it. You shouldnât be so unscrupulous, youâre lucky Miya is in France with her family this month.â
âJihyun, Iâm not getting engaged to Miya.â
You heard Jihyun let out an exasperated sigh. âBrother, can you please for once in your life just do the right thing?â
A few moments of silence passed before you heard Jimin respond. âCan you for once in your life just do something for yourself?â
You turned quickly, running towards the elevators in the opposite corridor. Youâd heard enough. You hit the button to call the elevator and the door opened and you stepped inside, hitting the lobby button repeatedly, hoping the door would close before Jimin emerged from the hallway and saw you.
When the elevator reached the lobby and the doors opened, you flew threw them, across the marble reception, and outside onto the sidewalk. You could feel your heart thumping in your chest, and you clutched onto your stomach, wondering why there was such a painful knot in your gut. You thought you had to get out of there.
Reaching into your purse, you took out your phone, scrolling to Jungkookâs name and hitting the âcallâ button. It rang and rang and rang, and finally it went to voicemail. You held the phone in your hand, anxiously opening a text message to him.
âY/N?â
You looked up and saw Jimin walking down the steps from the entrance toward you.
âAre you alright?â he reached a hand out to take your hand but you turned away. âY/N, whatâs happened,â he asked sternly, putting his hands in his pockets.
You took a deep breath before turning to face him. âI heard your conversation just now,â you began, as steadily as you could manage in this moment with your adrenaline pumping and your heart racing a mile a minute. âI wasnât trying to eavesdrop, I was just coming out of the bathroom and saw you and your brother..â
He listened to you calmly, an unreadable expression on his face.
âAll of this, Jimin?â you looked around at the black limousines lined up along the sidewalk, the groups of men and women in designer clothes, at the tall glass and steel building where his birthday party was being held. âItâs not me, like I couldnât be further removed from this whole other world you live in.â
You looked back at him and froze, seeing him looking back at you, the corners of his mouth dropped, his jaw tight, and his eyes glassy under the light of the street lamps.
He looked away, laughing softly, sniffing. âItâs not me either,â he turned back to face you, a dejected smile on his face.
âJimin..â you regretted how harshly your words came out.
âAre you leaving?â he asked, looking at the phone in your hand and you looked down at the half composed message you were writing to Jungkook. You looked up and saw Jimin still smiling back at you and you felt a heavy weight on your chest. âDonât leave,â he said quietly. âPlease.â
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âWhen my mother passed away six years ago,â he continued, refilling the empty glasses in front of you with a cold bottle of tequila. âI took it really hard.â
You sat on the soft cushions of the bench in a large bay window of Jiminâs penthouse apartment, wrapped in a chenille blanket. He had changed into a white t-shirt and a pair of sweatpants and sat across from you, one leg propped up, the other hanging over the edge of the bench, taking a shot from the glass. The large open space of his apartment was completely quiet except for his soft voice and yours, and the light pitter patter of rain hitting the window.
âThatâs completely understandable, it was your mom..â you said quietly, also drinking the shot he poured you.
He let out a wry laugh. âNot for my father,â he poured another shot. âI quit Penn for a few years and kinda went on a bender. In retrospect, itâs my fault that my brotherâs getting locked into my dadâs plans. If I hadnât left, maybe my dad wouldâve gone easier on him, I couldâve taken some of the hit.â He tossed another shot back and you did the same.
âBut you know, sometimes I look at Jihyun and..I mean sometimes I think he actually really wants this. He actually wants to take over the company. Itâs not some kind of obligation for him, he really wants it. And not for the prestige, he just...he just really wants to do the right thing for our father.â He sighed, shaking his head. âHowâd he get this kind of discipline? I certainly didnât set the example for him. All I did was run around doing whatever I wanted, I had no sense of responsibility.â He sighed, catching your gaze. âPlease donât look at me like that.â
You looked back at him, confused. âLook at you like what?â
âLike you empathize with me,â he said, looking down. âLike you understand.â
You were taken aback by this, frowning, âYou donât want me to understand you? You want me to look at you coldly and say some generic shit like donât worry, itâs all gonna work out? Iâm trying to be supportive-â
He leaned forward, cupping your face in his hand, and pressed his lips to yours.
âMm, Jimin, stop..â you mumbled against him, pushing him away gently.
âIâm sorry, I didnât mean it like that,â he pulled away, his hand lingering at your jaw. âIâve been so good all night, keeping my distance, but you looking at me like that, like I know that you understand and hear me, it makes me crazy..â
âJimin-â
You felt his hand slide to the base of your neck, his thumb gliding across your skin, taking ahold of you. He leaned forward, molding his lips against yours once again, and you felt your eyelids fall shut, like an involuntary response to the feeling of his lips on yours, like you couldnât help it.
He scooted closer to you, reaching his arms down around your waist, pulling you into him and felt your muscles relax against him, but quickly caught yourself.
âMm, no, Jimin, wait,â you stood up, backing away clumsily, shaking your head. âI canât, I canât do this,â you turned and moved towards the front door, putting all the energy you could control in your drunken haze into defying the magnetic pull you felt towards him that was keeping you from walking away.
âY/NâŚâ you looked up, hearing Jimin call out your name and saw him walk towards you, his shoulders slumped down, a shadow over his eyes.
You sat down onto the floor, wrangling with the straps on your heels in agitation, your mind foggy and clouded with frustration and confusion, unsure what to do. You heard him take in a deep breath, before kneeling down in front of you, touching your hands gently. He reached for the straps of your heels, tying them with ease. He took your hands and helped you stand, and refused to let go.
âJimin-â
He stepped forward, making you take a step back, and you felt the cold of the concrete door hitting your back. You felt him grab ahold of your wrists, pinning them behind you and holding them there with one hand. With his free hand he grabbed your jaw, lifting your face up to his, and pushed his lips into yours.
You looked at him, wide-eyed, fighting every urge to close your eyes, the sensation of his lips against yours, his hand sliding down to the base of your neck, pushing you against the door behind you, his body pressing against yours firmly, making it difficult to turn away.
He let your hands go, but you felt the palm of his hand against your hip, his fingers digging into your skin, holding you against him, not allowing you the space to move.
âJimin-â you managed to get out through the movements of his lips against yours. His lips are so warm, you thought, and so soft against yours. The warmth of his body against you, the smell of his cologne thinning the air around you made you dizzy and you felt your eyes fluttering closed as your ability to fight waned, you felt as though you were melting against his body.
You were barely able to lift your arms up, your hands forming tiny, ineffectual fists against his chest as his lips slid to the corner of your mouth, tracing your jaw, finding your neck. The feeling of his lips, the heat of his breath on the skin of your neck sent a shiver down your spine.
âJimin..â you panted through his movements, feeling his hand slide down the side of your thigh. He pulled your leg up and wrapped it around his hips, and you felt a moan escape your throat as he pushed his pelvis against you and you could feel how hard he was through the thin material of your dress now bunched up at your waist.
You made a feeble attempt to push his chest away, âJimin, we canât do this-â
At your words, you felt his lips open against the base of your neck, and you felt his tongue sliding over your skin. âSo tell me to stop,â he whispered against your skin, the low and resonating sound of his voice sending waves through your body. But you were unable to say anything, the words refused to come out.
He slid his hands over your shoulders, brushing the straps of your dress loose and he tugged at the material forcefully and you heard the sound of the fabric tearing. He pulled the dress from your body, letting it drop to the floor. Reaching around you, he unhooked your lace bralette with ease, tossing it aside before reaching down and looping his fingers around the satin ties of your panties, untying them and letting them fall to the floor.
He stood, looking at your naked body before him for a moment, his chest rising and falling, out of breath and in an instant, his lips found yours again, this time with more force, pushing your mouth open and his tongue fell on yours, completely overpowering you. Your head fell back languidly, as though your limbs had succumbed entirely to him, turning to jello. You felt his hands reaching around you, tracing the dimples in your back before sliding down, taking your ass in his hands, squeezing roughly.
âFuck..Jimin-â You moaned against his lips.
âTell me to stop,â he hissed, as though he was challenging you not to give into him, his low voice gravelly as he reached down and pulled his shirt over his head. He pushed forwards, and the feeling of the warmth and softness of the skin of his chest against you made you shake.
His tongue continued to roll over yours, pressing his face against yours hard, making it difficult to breathe. He moved his lips to your collarbone, biting and sucking, creating a little trail of blood clots in your skin as he moved down your chest, your stomach until he was kneeling in front of you. He looked up at you, his eyes gleaming with need. Jimin slid a hand to your inner thigh, the warmth of his palm burned against your sensitive skin. He pushed your leg up, draping it over his shoulder.
You were about to open your mouth to say something when you saw him lean down, and felt his tongue press into you, making you gasp. You could feel every bump and ridge of his tongue moving against you, his lips closing onto you, sucking at you, and you reached your arm over your head, your nails scratched against the door, grasping at anything you could hold onto to brace yourself.
Jimin looped his arm around your leg over his shoulder, reaching his fingers down to massage your clit, making your body squirm against him. You felt your breathing become ragged, your heart pounding against your chest and he pulled away suddenly. He stood, reaching down, sliding the edge of his sweatpants below his hips. You moaned in anticipation as he leaned forward, his mouth finding yours and you could taste yourself on his lips, his tongue, and you could feel your wetness gliding down your thigh. Jimin slid his sweatpants and briefs from his legs, and reached out, pulling your leg over his waist and pressed against you.
A small gasp escaped your lips when you felt his tip press against you, gliding against your clit, coated in your wetness.
âFuck..Y/N..â
He continued pressing his tip lazily against you, teasing you, making you whine into his lips, yearning for him. âJimin..please..â
A grin formed on his lips as he positioned himself at your entrance, âYes?â he teased, tormenting you.
You pushed your hips against him, wanting him, begging to have him inside you, feeling yourself dripping around him.
âWhat do you want?â he whispered into your mouth, sucking on your lower lip, and you groaned in frustration against him.
âJimin..please...I want you inside me..â you begged.
âYeah?â you felt him reach his hand down, rubbing the tip of his cock against you before pushing into you just slightly, making you gasp at the sensation of him opening you up. âLike this?â his hot breath against your skin felt like electric pulses rushing through your body. He looked down at you, a fiery need in his eyes as you tried to push your hips against him. âMore?â he asked, his lips finding your neck, latching on and sucking at your skin, making you throw your head back at the sensation of him taking complete control of your body. He pushed in deeper with an agonizing slowness and all you could think about was wanting to feel him pushing in and out of you.
He pulled out slightly, slowly, before pushing his full length back inside you, the sensation of him filling you completely, stretching you made you shake, completely overwhelming you. Jimin moved his hips against you slowly, his pelvic bone pushing against your clit each time he pushed back into you, and you completely melted around him, the pleasure building in your core, your breathing growing more and more ragged as he bit into the skin of your neck.
Jimin could tell he had you at the very edge. He pulled his head back, giving you soft kisses as he slowed his pace, not allowing you to have all of him. You moaned into his lips, wanting him back, wanting more.
âDo you want me to make you cum?â he grinned, his lips forcing your mouth open, his tongue rolling over yours. You nodded, kissing him back in desperation, your head dizzy and vision blurry, unable to think of anything except the aching need within you.
âYes..Jimin...please..â you choked out between panting breaths. He pushed himself deep inside you, quickening his pace, feeling your climax build.
âDo I feel that good Y/N?â his grin grew, the feeling of his warm breath against your skin, his cock pushing deeper and deeper into you drove you to the edge. âDo you like having me so deep inside you?â he pressed on, his voice a low growl. You felt your eyes roll back as you tightened around him. âFuck..Y/NâŚ.fuck..Iâm coming..â
He drove his mouth into yours, covering the scream that wouldâve escaped your lungs as your whole body shook underneath his, his fingers digging into your skin, holding your body flush against his as you both rode out your orgasm.
You suddenly felt for the first time how cold the air was in his apartment as the sensitivity slowly wore off and you felt him pull himself from you. You leaned your head back against the door, eyes still closed, world still spinning and felt his soft lips planting gentle kisses on your cheek, his arms sliding lazily around your waist.
You opened your eyes and found him looking back at you, his eyes sleepy, his skin glowing in the dim light.
Shit.
âAre you alright?â he whispered, planting feather-soft kisses on your lips, smiling.
âUm..Iâm fine,â you pulled away, leaning down to pull the dress back up to your shoulders, finding that he ripped the strap and bodice when he tore the dress from your body earlier.
âHere, let me get you something to wear,â he took you by the hand, leading you past the kitchen to the closet and you held your arm across your chest in an attempt to hold the dress up.
He pulled a pair of sweatpants and a t-shirt down from the shelf, and told you to drop the dress as he slid the shirt over your head. You stepped out of the silk and lace puddle and slid your legs into the sweatpants before leaning over and picking up the dress, bundling it in your arms. He slid on a new pair of briefs and put on a long sleeve shirt and a pair of sweatpants as well.
âUm, Iâll get this to a seamstress and return it to you once itâs fixed,â You said frigidly, brushing a lock of hair behind your ear.
He reached a hand out for your waist but you turned, backing out of the closet.
âY/N..â he followed behind you.
You grabbed your purse from the counter and moved towards the front door. âJimin..look I...I have to go,â you turned the knob and he stopped you, grabbing ahold of your arm.
âY/N, itâs 2 in the morning and thereâs a thunderstorm outside,â he sighed, looking at you with a concerned expression. âStay the night, Iâll take you home in the morning.â
You shook your head. âNo Jimin, I canât stay I-â you turned to look at him. âThis was a mistake. I have to go, ok?â
His brows knit together and he reached his arms out, sliding them around your waist and pulling you in. âHow can you say that, Y/N..look at me,â he reached a hand up and took ahold of your jaw, forcing you to look at him. âAre you still thinking about Jungkook? After everything? Look me in the eye and tell me you still want him.â
You felt your cheeks grow hot as a rush of liquid came to your tear ducts.
âJimin, let me go,â you breathed, grabbing onto his forearms and tearing his hands from you.
âY/N..â he sighed, running a hand through his hair. âLet me at least drive you, itâs pouring outside.â
-
You sat in the passenger side of his car as close to the door as possible, wanting as much distance between your body and his as you could manage. You stared out the window, heart pounding, fingers nervously picking at your cuticles, and Jimin noticed.
He drove swiftly through the thunderstorm, pulling up to the outside of your complex. You had your hand already on the door handle, sliding it up before the car even came to a full stop, running out into the rain.
âY/N!â he called after you, running up behind you, throwing open an umbrella.
âY/N-â
You looked up, brushing the hair thatâs been stuck to your forehead from the rain and froze, seeing Jungkook stand up from the bench under the awning by the security desk. He looked at you, eyes widening as they saw the little marks on your neck, that you were wearing Jiminâs clothes, the dress in your arms.
You saw his teeth clench as he lunged forwards toward Jimin, winding his arm back and you stepped in front of him. âJK! JK, donât!â You raised your hands up, pushing his chest, but fell backward a little yourself. You ran your hands along his arms, âHey, hey, donât do this ok? Hey, JK-â
He threw his arms up, flinging your hands aside, âWhat the fuck did you do Y/N?â he yelled, turning and raising his hands to his ears. âWhat the fuck did you do?!â He took a step toward you, making you jump, and Jimin stepped in front of you, pushing him back.
âY/N, get back in the car.â
âWhat did you do,â over Jiminâs shoulder you could see Jungkook slam his back against the stone wall, sliding down to the ground, his head in his hands.
âNo, Jimin, you should leave,â you pushed past him, kneeling in front of Jungkook, trying to pry his hands from his face.
âY/N..â Jimin moved toward you.
âJust go!â
You turned to face Jungkook, still huddled against the wall and in your periphery you saw Jimin lean down to pick up his umbrella, his hair and clothes drenched, and you could tell he stood looking at you for a moment before turning and walking out. You heard the engine of his car turnover, and its echo as it roared down the street, leaving nothing but the sound of raindrops hitting the pavement and water splashing from the rain gutter above.
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02 | upside down; steve harrington
Notes:
I suck so bad. I meant to post these before I left to go on my little trip and life got hella busy. But, I didn't get around to it. BUT BUT.. I am now. They're not really that edited, so yeah. I was happy with what came out, despite this turning out to not be a slow burn type thing at all like I originally wanted. So for all those hoping for a slow burn, oopsies?
OH.. And before I forget, chapters one, two, three and potentially four take place BEFORE the actual series starts. ;P
Summary:
She moves back to Hawkins and manages to turn his life completely upside down. In the best of ways.
But how will everything play out between them? Also, can they handle all the weirdness ahead? We shall see.
Warnings:
LOOSE CANON COMPLIANCE AT BEST, TOTAL DEVIATION AT WORST - this is just an up front catch all because sometimes, things happen that I donât particularly care for (the senseless death of Barb, anybody?) and if youâre one of those canon only people, this is here to warn you that this is not the fic for you. LANGUAGE, OCCASIONAL GORE, MONSTERS / FANTASY ELEMENTS, TEENAGE DRAMA AND SHENANIGANS - Obviously, teenagers are going to do stuff. Theyâre at that point in their life where not every decision they make is the best one. So if youâd rather skip over this kind of thing (teen drinking, fighting, etc) then yeah.. youâve been warned. THIS IS NOT A SLOW BURN, I REPEAT NOT SLOW AT ALL / EVENTUAL FILTHY GOOD NESS - because lets be real.. weâre all wondering when weâre gonna drop the plot and get to the good stuff. When this chapter occurs, I will flair it with an M. In the meantime, if youâre not into slow burn or mutual pining, then youâre probably not going to care about this.
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TWO.
Monday came with no sign of Steve. Then Tuesday. By Wednesday, I felt like I was about to lose my mind. Still no sign of him.
It was now Thursday afternoon. And honestly, Iâd put the whole thing out of my head. Started to convince myself that Iâd been right about Steve Harrington and his intentions after all. Nana Ginger had gotten Jonathan to come and help out by bussing tables in the dining area for an hour or two so I could go over the books for her with no interruptions. When I caught sight of Steveâs silver BMW pulling into the parking lot, I was perched atop the counter in the gas station doing just that.
With Billy Idol blasting quietly from a little boombox nearby.
I raised a brow when instead of coming in like usual, Steve wandered around back. Out to where Nana's boyfriend Hank was working in bay 3 of the garage behind the place.
âOh. Oh no. Steve, why the hellâŚâ I muttered to myself. Sitting the ledger to the side as I tiptoed carefully to the door that lead out into the garage from the front of the buildings attached. I pressed my ear against it, trying to listen.
All I could really make out was Hank laughing out loud. And Steve asking what was so funny about what heâd apparently asked. Then Hank telling him verbatim, that he didnât know if he could trust him as far as he could throw him while pointing out that heâd been a teenage boy once too and that he knew exactly where this was all heading.
My breath caught in my throat. I waited on Steve to offer some form of rebuttal. Seconds later, he finally did. â Youâre actually completely wrong about me, sir. With all due respect.â
âIf you can get her to say yes to a date in the first place, kid, by all means. But if you hurt her, youâre not gonna have anywhere to hide. We clear, kid?â Hank said this as loud and as plain as day. Clearly enough I could hear it completely through the door separating the two areas.
Steve muttered something else I couldnât quite hear and in a mad scramble that had Jonathan nearly doubling over in laughter, I was trying to perch myself back on top of the counter at the front of the gas station. Balancing the ledger on my lap. Trying to force myself to concentrate on running numbers.
My reading glasses started to slip down the bridge of my nose and swearing, I pushed them back up. Eventually taking them off to unfocus my eyes and give them a little relief from strain. Jonathan spoke up from nearby.
âHear anything interesting just now, Jen?â he gave me a teasing smirk and I grumbled, playfully flipping him off as I gave a soft smile. I nodded. âYeah. I guess I have to at least consider saying yes to Harringtonâs constant asking me out. I mean⌠takes a brave guy to talk to Hank.â
âYouâre definitely not wrong there.â Jonathan muttered, chuckling quietly. Digging around in the pocket of his apron and tossing me a cassette tape. Smirking. âI made it during the countdown last night.â
âOh?â I turned the cassette over in my hands, smiling. âIâll put it in right now, give it a listen while Iâm doing the rest of the books. Hey, do you need somebody to give Will a lift to Mikeâs on Saturday?â
âIf you donât mind?â Jonathan asked.
âNot at all.â I grinned, adding quickly, âIâm supposed to drop Dustin Henderson off there too. Figured since theyâre going to the same place and Iâm gonna hang out with Nancy for a while, why not?â
âThank you.â Jonathan gave a grateful smile and an idea kind of formed. I smiled and mentioned casually, âYa know, Jon.. If you really want to thank me.. You could talk to Nancy sometime.â
Jonathan eyed me with a raised brow. I held out his mixtape and added, âShe loves The Clash.â
âReally?â his brow raised.
âJust take my word for it, Byers.â
â Youâre sure you donât mind me giving her this?â
âWhy would I? I told you to, silly.â I laughed, shaking my head. Jonathan was being called to the back dining area again by my Nana, so he hurried off and I stood, stretching. Slinking down the aisles of the gas station, over to a cooler.
I grabbed myself a Diet Pepsi and dug around in my pocket for the money to put in the register to cover it. Once Iâd popped the top against the counter, I settled back on top of it, getting back to balancing the books.
I heard a throat clearing from the doors about ten minutes later. The smell of cheeseburger and french fries wafted straight to my nose, making me groan quietly as my eyes fixed on Steve and then promptly lowered to the grease stained brown paper bag he held in his hands as he grinned at me, nodding to the glasses perched on my nose.
âFuck.â I scrambled to take them off. Steve stepped into the gas station completely, walking towards me. A teasing gleam in his eyes as he shook his head. Stopping on the other side of the counter, in front of me. âYou donât have to do that, Jennie. Iâve seen you wearing glasses before, remember? The red framed ones you had in kindergarten.â
I cringed, laughing a little. Leaning in slightly. Gazing at him almost helplessly as the bits of conversation Iâd overheard between him and Hank out in the garage earlier replaying in my head.
Remembering that tonight, if he asked me on a date yet again, I was going to say yes. And not just because of some silly dare given to me by Barb and Nancy. Because I couldnât keep fighting Steve Harrington off the way I had been if I wanted to, to begin with.
I was leaning closer where I sat. It occurred to me when Steve chuckled quietly. Stepping between my legs, the way they dangled over the counter on his side. He sat the grease stained paper bag to the side and he bit his lip, gazing up at me.
âYour grandma told me to come and drag you out of here. She told me to tell you not to worry about waiting the tables, sheâs trying to help Jonathan get some extra cash on the side. She also said donât argue.â Steve flashed me another one of those charmer grins and I swallowed hard. My mouth opened and closed for a second or two because I just couldnât think of anything clever to say. Weird, because normally, I have plenty to say. Constantly.
Out of habit, my fingers drifted up to the dainty cursive nameplate that hung on the silver chain around my neck. I toyed with the lettering as I pretended to mull it over, just to be slightly difficult.
So I could feel better about giving in when I inevitably did.
âCâmon, Jennie.â Steve pleaded. Eyes locked on mine. Gaze dropping briefly to my lips and lingering there just long enough that I could feel my breath when it caught in my throat.
I finally managed to get my mouth and brain working in tandem and licking my lips as I gazed at him, I muttered quietly, âItâs Jen.â
âMaybe I like Jennie better.â Steve leaned in just a little. A teasing gleam in his eye and a flirty tone to his voice as it dropped lower. Quieter.
And when Hankâs throat cleared from the door between the garage and the front of the building, I wanted to puddle into a pile of goo in the linoleum tile.
âInterruptin somethin, Jaybird?â he asked the question so casually.
Steve looked like a deer in headlights. He pulled away just a little and despite myself, I pouted.
Satisfied that heâd interrupted things between Steve and I, Hank smirked a little, dragging an oil stained hand over shaggy brown and gray hair. Gazing at us both. Giving Steve that universal gesture that clearly spelled out âIâm watching you, kid.â before going to a cooler to grab himself a six pack of beer, counting out the correct change in bills and coins and handing them to me.
I grabbed hold of Hankâs hand. âNana is gonna have a fit. I know thatâs not super glue I see holdin skin together, sir.â
âIt is, Jaybird. Because if I donât get that damned Chrysler off my lift, Iâm gonna burn her to the ground.â
âOh Hank.â I shook my head, clucking my tongue at him. Digging around for antiseptic and a bandage, holding it out to him expectantly as he withdrew his hand. He chuckled and shook his head. âItâll be fine, kid.â he waved away the antiseptic and the bandage and made his way into the garage area again, making me shake my head.
Taking the time to pull myself together decently enough that I wasnât a stammering mess when I glanced at Steve again.
âCâmon. Please?â he asked again.
I tapped my chin, pretending to think about it. Slipping off the counter. By this time, heâd stepped in close all over again, so me slipping off the counter had us body to body. His hand settled in the curve of my hip and I barely restrained a gasp.
âOkay. Alright. Iâll leave with you.â
He grinned brightly. Holding the door open for me after I clocked out and placed my timecard in the slot with my name on it. I ducked my head into the dining area and my Nanaâs only response was to smirk and wink at me. Shooing me out of the diner.
âGet her outta my hair, kid!â my Nana smiled as she called out to Steve, who was standing right behind me. His hand at my lower back. The second I realized this, I could feel myself burning up all over. Just the simplest touch.. Felt comforting. Intimate. And me, being of dirty mind, well.. Me and my dirty mind, we took that and ran.
Jesus Christ, of all the times for my hormones to manifest, itâs now? When Iâm trying to break 2 prior generations of questionable romantic choices? I wanted to shake my head at myself. I reminded myself calmly that just because my Nana and my mom did the things they did, that didnât mean I had to cave in and repeat. I am my own person, after all. And apparently right now, that person is giddy with⌠Thoughts.
âGladly, maâam!â Steve called back, laughing.
He pushed open the door and we stepped outside. When he opened the passenger door, I sank down into the seat, leaning back against it a little. Steve wandered around to the driver side, getting into the car. Starting it.
âWhere are you taking me?â
He chuckled. â I think youâll like it.â
âSteve.â I pouted, âA hint?â
âItâs outside.â was literally all heâd tell me.
âWell that really narrows it down.â I teased with a laugh.
He parked at this old park we all used to play at after school. Just as the sun was starting to go down.
We got out, wandering over to an old picnic table. Sitting on top of it, digging around in the bag for our food.
âSo.. That dumb carnival is this weekend. Starts tomorrow night, I think.â Steve hinted after a few minutes. I nodded to where carnival workers were already setting up a midway a few feet away from us. Taking a bite of my burger, I mentioned casually, âI thought about going. But Nancyâs grounded again and Barbâs got that date with some guy Logan.â
âYou could go with me.â Steve chuckled as he said it.
I smiled, taking another bite. âI could.â
âWould you?â he asked a few seconds later. Adding quickly, âTonight isnât a real date. Tomorrow. That would be.â flashing me that charmer smirk.
I nodded. Smiling as I spoke up. â Yeah. I will. Hey⌠since I donât have to go back to the dinerâŚâ before trailing off and gazing down at my legs . Reminding myself to have boundaries and restraint. But all the mental reminders in the world just werenât cutting it. At all.
He reached out, curling his fingers beneath my chin. Making me look up at him. âWhat were you going to say, Jennie? You can tell me.â he coaxed. Biting his lip as he gazed at me intently.
âI was going to ask if you wanted to go swimming with me. Thereâs this little place out by my Nanaâs out in the woods I go to swimâŚâ I gave a soft laugh. I had to laugh at myself, it was pretty much all I could do.
Look at me. Going overboard.
âYeah.â he nodded, smiling. We finished our food, and after, we wound up driving around a little. And about an hour later found us walking through the woods. Well, he was walking, glancing around warily, swatting at spider webs that he almost walked into a time or two and I had hold of his hand, practically dragging the poor guy.
We stepped out onto the sandy bank and he chuckled. Dragging his hand through his hair as he gazed down at me. âWe donât have suits or towels.â he mused, stepping closer to me. Staring me down all over again. I could feel my breath as it caught in my throat because if you want me to be honest?
I hadnât thought this through properly. And was now freaking out silently. Just a little bit.
But I did my best to shove that out of my head and play it cool and calm. I went for turning it around on him, hoping to fluster him like his observation had flustered me just now.
âI know Mr. Lady Killerâs not worried about somebody seeing him in his Calvins.â I teased, sticking my tongue out at him. He chuckled. Going for his shirt, tugging it over his head. Letting it settle on a branch nearby without tearing his eyes off me for a single second as he did it.
âDid that look worried to you, Jennie?â he muttered, stepping closer. His hand at my hip as he gazed down at me. Waiting.
I cleared my throat, gesturing for him to turn around. He did, but as he did so, he joked that I was the one who was worried. Which to me, sounded like a challenge. So I tapped his shoulder so heâd turn around after lowering my shirt.
He eyed me, a brow raised.
âChallenging me, Steve?â I questioned, giving him an amused laugh as I reached down, tugging my shirt up and over my head. Letting it settle on the branch next to his polo shirt.
Steve sucked in a sharp breath and muttered something to himself, closing the distance between us. His hand settled on my hip again and he laughed quietly. Leaning down a little bit so that we were face to face, his forehead against mine and one of his hands cradling my face.
My heart was pounding. Hard and fast. So fast that I thought it might break out of my chest. I went to lick my own lips and my tongue brushed against his mouth. His fingers dug into my hip lightly and he muttered huskily, â I see you still canât turn down a dare, Jennie.â only half teasing. I shrugged, biting my lip as I gazed up at him. Trailing my fingers over his chest mostly just so I could ignore the way my hands were shaking and I was wet, getting wetter by the second. I glanced over my shoulder and nodded at the water. âIf weâre going to swim, we should get in.â
Steve cleared his throat, nodding hastily. Stepping away, bending to tug off his sneakers and nearly tumbling over in the process. Making me giggle softly as I pulled off my boots. When my pocketknife and my momâs old lighter fell out, he eyed me and then nodded to the items on the ground.
âA knife?â
âA girlâs gotta be prepared.â I shrugged it off. Steve tugged down his jeans and while I told myself I wasnât going to peek or stare, I wound up failing at this miserably and got so distracted watching him that he was able to turn around my own words on me as soon as he kicked his jeans free at the ankle.
âIf weâre going to swim, Jennie⌠we should get in.â he gave me a playful smirk as he said it, stepping closer all over again.
My hand shook as I lowered it to the button on my cut offs. As soon as Iâd shed those, I took off for the water full speed. Nearly tripping on a stump in the hill leading down to the water. Steveâs arms shot out and he caught me, pulling me back upright. Pulling me hard enough that when he did, I found myself pressed against him completely.
He chuckled quietly, raising a hand. Pulling a leaf free from my hair.
âThe waterâs not going anywhere, Jennie.â
âI know.â I answered, my breath catching in my throat when our mouths brushed against each otherâs just a little more with each word spoken. His fingers dug into my hip a little more and he took a shaky breath, asking the question quietly, âIf I kissed you right nowâŚâ
My heart was hammering away in my chest but I managed to answer, âI dare you, Steve...No⌠I triple dare you.â. The hand heâd placed on my hip was tangled in the hair at the back of my head, pulling my mouth all the way against his mouth. His tongue swept out, outlining and then parting my lips. Massaging my tongue. Slow. Deep. Savoring the moment, even after we both clearly started to get light-headed from lack of actual oxygen. His hand moved up and down my body, settling on my lower back. Pulling me up to tiptoe slightly. The kiss broke long enough for both of us to properly breathe and then his mouth found mine again.
When it finally broke completely, Steve dragged the back of his hand over his mouth. Taking a few deep breaths. âYeah.â he chuckled to himself.
I raised a brow. âHm?â
âThat was exactly how I thought itâd feel.â he mused, adding quietly, âWow.â
My stomach churned and I tensed up a little. He chuckled, shaking his head. Placing his lips against my forehead. âItâs not a bad thing. Not at all. I mean.. It wasnât for me?â he was the one who looked anxious now.
I muttered quietly, â I definitely wouldnât mind a repeat. A few repeats, actually, if Iâm being honest.â while still quietly reeling from the intensity of it all. Melting myself against him, my fingers dancing slow over his chest. He sucked in a breath, catching hold of my hand. Tilting my chin so that I had to look up at him.
âYouâre blushing.â Steve was teasing gently. Rolling his thumb over my bottom lip, leaving it quivering.
âIâm not!â I pretended to be offended by what he said, pouting a little. But I knew I was, I could feel my cheeks burning hot. I stepped away and turned my back, taking off at a run down the hill. Hitting the cool water with a loud and obnoxious splash. Steve dove in behind me, swimming over. Surfacing behind me and pressing against me from behind. I turned to face him and when he splashed me and dove out of the way, I sent up an obnoxious spray of water in his direction, making him yelp because he hadnât been expecting it.
After about an hour of swimming around and walking the creek down further, we made our way back up to the bank, flopping onto the sand.
My restraint was well out the window by now. If I even thought for a second I was going to fight off the magnetic pull I felt to Steve, I was mistaken and I knew that now. I settled my head on his shoulder and he looped an arm around me, and we lounged around lazily, watching the sky get darker and darker.
Talking. A lot.
I realized that it had to be getting late and I sprang up, holding out my hand. Steve grabbed hold, pulling himself up. After weâd gotten redressed, we wandered up the hill and out of the woods, over to where heâd parked his car at the end of my nanaâs driveway..
When he went to walk me up to my front door, we wound up body to body. My arms raised, settling around his neck. My back met the front door and he pulled me into another long and drawn out deep kiss that had us both breathless when it broke.
âKind of donât want tonight to end.â he admitted as he gazed down at me. I nodded, definitely agreeing. âMe either.â I admitted quietly, muttering the words against his lips. The porch light started to flicker like crazy and I smiled into the kiss, wiping my mouth as I finally managed to pull away.
âIâll see you tomorrow, right?â Steve asked, reminding me that Iâd agreed to go to the carnival in town with him. I smiled and nodded. Pausing in the doorway of my grandmotherâs house to steal another quick kiss before finally making myself go inside.
I leaned against the door, pulling myself together and my Nana called out from the kitchen, âWell? How did it go, Jennie Bird?â
I wandered into the kitchen, sinking down in a chair at her kitchen table. Smirking at her as all I did to answer her endless stream of questions was to shrug.
âYouâre no fun, girl. No fun at all. I wanted to hear juicy details.â my nana reached out, pulling a leaf from my wet hair, holding it at me, smirking as she did so. âAny reason youâre all wet and dazed, bringing half the forest up in my house?â
âWe went for a swim down at the creek.â
âMhm.â my nana teased, laughing softly. âI know youâll use your head. God knows one of us Brown women needs to, neither me or your mama, god rest her, could ever manage it.â she nodded to the phone on the wall by the doorway. âMight wanna call Nan and Barb. Theyâve been calling all afternoon, wondering where you were. They both told me tell you they wanted full details.â
âNo listening from upstairs, Nana.â I teased as she shrugged. âMakin no promises, Jennie Bird. You know me. Iâm a nosy old broad.â
I grabbed the phone and managed to make the cord stretch to the living room, where I sprawled out on the old couch, legs over the back, telling Nancy and then Barb everything that happened that afternoon.
At one point, while I was talking to Nancy, I smiled to myself when she went into a good ten minutes of gushing over Jonathan walking her home from the library earlier. And giving her a mixed tape.
To be fair, itâs about time he finally talked to her. I was beginning to wonder if Iâd have to shove them both in a closet and walk away.
âSo⌠howâd it go with you and Steve tonight?â
âSo many sparks.â I gave a dreamy sigh as I spoke, making Nancy laugh. Toying with the necklace and smiling softly to myself as I continued, â Between you and me? I needed the dip in the cold waterâŚâ
âYou went swimming?â
âMhm.â I answered, taking a deep breath. âHeâs taking me to the carnival downtown tomorrow night.â
âOh my god. Get out. Really?â Nancy laughed.
I rolled onto my stomach, twisting the phone cord around my fingertip. Laughing softly as I explained exactly what transpired when Steve showed up at the diner earlier. By the end of it, Nancy let out a low whistle. âHe really sacrificed himself to Hank.â
âMhm. Left me with no option but to say yes. We know how my nanaâs boyfriend is. It takes⌠a brave one to even attempt that.â
âConfession⌠I may or may not be meeting Jonathan at the carnival tomorrow night too. And Barb mentioned earlier that sheâs going to come to it after the movie ends over at the theater, with Logan.â
âGroup date?â I asked, giving a giggle. Raking my fingers through my hair as I reached for the Diet Tab Iâd gotten myself before grabbing the phone, taking a sip of it.
âYes. Group date indeed.â Nancy answered. I could hear her mother yelling at her to hang up, and I let her go, calling Barb.
âOh my god, oh my god, oh my god, you are not going to believe what happened to me this afternoon, Barb.â
âYour nana told us you left with Steve earlier. Howâd that go?â Barb asked in a teasing tone. âI told you he liked you, you realize this, right?â she added.
âAll Iâm saying is I needed that swim to cool me down. I needed it badly.â I giggled. Agreeing reluctantly when she reminded me that sheâd been telling me he liked me all month long. I rolled onto my back, twisting the cord around my fingers again. âHey, are you and Logan gonna stop by the carnival after your movie?â
âYeah! Did Nancy tell you? I told her to tell you so we could all meet up or something.â
âI am dying for funnel cake. And maybe getting stuck at the top of the Ferris Wheel like some cliche romance novelâŚâ I muttered, giving a soft laugh at the end.
âAww how cute!â Barb teased.
I took a few more sips of my diet Tab and smiled to myself. Excited about tomorrow night. Barb spoke up again, âWait⌠you said you and Steve went swimmingâŚâ
âWe did.â
âWhat was that like?â
âOh, it was interesting. Very,very interesting.â
âYouâre no fun girl!â my Nanaâs voice cut through the call and I groaned inwardly, lowering the phone to call up the stairs to my Nana in her room, âSeriously?â
Barb was laughing. After my nana hung up, we talked a little more and I told her about Steve going out to the garage. WIth all the tools. And my nanaâs boyfriend Hank⌠to ask him if he could take me on a date.
âHe did? And heâs alive? How?â
âI donât know, actually. Hankâs always giving him shit when he comes into the diner, I did not see it going the way it did. But.. Iâm glad it did. Ah, I had such a good time tonight.â
âHeâd better be good to you or Iâm coming for his knee caps.â Barb teased, going quiet for a few seconds. Her mom must have come to her door to tell her she needed to use the phone, because she had to get off. After I ended the call with her, I wandered up to my room, falling across my bed.
What.A.Night.
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Alastor X Reader Headcanons!(Part One)
Iâm very new to the Hazbin Hotel Fandom, so please forgive me if Iâm not that good at this :â) Iâve had so many headcanons running around in my head lately and Iâd love to share them with you guys! Enjoy!!
Alastor was always a mystery you, ever since you met him. Always smiling, always joking, he seemed so happy to be here in Hell. You once heard him say, âIâm in heaven here in Hell!â Surely if he was in Heaven itâd be some kind of living nightmare for him, right? Maybe thatâs why you grew to like him so much, simply because you just didnât understand him.Â
To your surprise, he was incredibly charming, charismatic, and gentlemen at heart, despite his demonic nature. He genuinely seemed to enjoy being kind to you. You noticed how heâd hold doors for you, catch your arm if you ever slipped, hold out a hand for you to grab as you stepped out of cars, shove people out of the way just so he could speak to you (He had done this several times when you were in the middle of a conversations with Angel) and your favorite of all, Alastor would always make time for you whenever you needed it, and you needed quite a bit of his attention, he always seemed happy to talk to you. He could be busy tending to his business but would stop everything he was doing just for you.Â
You were clearly treated very differently compared to the others within the Hotel. And honestly? You kind of loved it. Alastor went out of his way for you, you werenât sure why, but it was nice to have someone pay so much attention to you. What was so special about you? Why was he so kind and why did he even care about you? The man was still a mystery to you.
To be totally honest, it scared you when you started to catch feelings. You realized how in over your head you were when Alastor disappeared for a couple of days to do god only knows what. You missed the little songs heâd hum as heâd walk down the halls of the hotel, they light and funny conversations youâd have throughout the day, the nasty jokes heâd mutter under his breath to you about the other residents. You felt your heart ring itself into a puddle when you sat alone for the first time in weeks and had your morning coffee by yourself. Damn, you really missed that bastard.Â
You were way too happy when he finally came back to the hotel after about a week of being gone. When you heard his static voice from the stairwell, you nearly punted Niffty as you raced down to greet Alastor. You had the biggest smile on your face and you wanted to throw yourself at him, but you just stood there bouncing on your feet and hands clasped together, eagerly awaiting to get back to your regular life.
âSomeone seems happy today! Whatâs with the pretty smile, (Y/n)?â Oof, he seemed happy to see you too, but you didnât want to get your hopes up (yet). You grinned at him and just said, âIâm glad youâre back! Itâs so boring without you here, ya know?â Oh, he knew, everything was boring without Alastor.Â
You were so happy to have him back, while terrified because your feelings for him only grew stronger. You knew heâd never return those feelings, so you crushed them, broke them and smashed them down into a pile of ash and dust until you were numb to your own emotions.Â
You went back to having coffee with Alastor every morning, and every morning youâd feel yourself sinking deeper and deeper in love until finally, you couldnât stand it anymore. You knew you had to start distancing yourself from him or itâd only get worse, and there was no way in the Nine Circles that youâd ever confess to the Radio Demon, you knew heâd just laugh in your face (Despite becoming relatively good friends) and shoot you down faster than Lucifer fell from the heavens.Â
But he noticed. He noticed that you wouldnât have morning coffee with him as much. You didnât laugh at all his jokes. You didnât smile wide when you saw him, and wouldnât meet his gaze. What had happened? You seemed so in love with him (Oh yeah, he noticed) and now you were putting distance between the two of you. Did he do something wrong? Surely not, because he could never do anything wrong!
Little did you know, Alastor was swimming in his own inner turmoil over you. He hated that little bit of humanity he had left that kept begging to be with you, but he didnât hate you, he couldnât bring himself to even dislike you in the slightest. So when you started avoiding him, he only tried even harder to be around you. Youâd always make up some lie or excuse, saying you were to busy to do this or that with him.
So he quite literally trapped you at the end of the dead-end hallway. His never-ending grin flashed wide and he asked you, âHow have you been, dear (Y/n)? We havenât spent much time together! I do miss our little shenanigans.âÂ
âIâve just been busy-â
He blinked and smiled even more, âWith what?â
âO-oh.... just stuff. Ya know?â
âIf itâs just stuff then you surely have time to spare! Come! Letâs go see what Angel is doing and mock what it is!â That did sound like fun... But.. No!
You shook your head and went to move past him, âI really donât have the time to, Iâm sorry, Alastor,â He grabbed you, but not in a threatening way. It was like the tips of his fingers snagging on the loose fabric of your sleeve. When you looked up at him you were shocked to see the smallest smile on his face, it was barely a grin and more of a pressed and thin line.Â
âAre you mad at me?â He seemed so concerned, there wasnât even any static in his voice, âI know you donât have anything to do, (Y/n),â
Mad at him? No! You shook your head and began to feel bad, âIâm not mad!â You waved your hands frantically, âIâm just!â you looked for a lie, you didnât want to give a single hint that you were in love with him, âIâm sick! I-... I donât want to get you sick too!â Then you faked a couple coughs.Â
âWe both know youâre not sick, (Y/n). Do you just not like my company anymore?â That wasnât it either! God! Why was this so difficult?Â
Suddenly you were hit with a question all your own, âWhy do you care?â You sounded harsher than you wanted to be. And that's when Alastorâs already fading smile totally and completely dropped. To show a shocked face and to express any emotions at all was a weakness in his eyes, wasnât it? But your question shocked him, why did he care?Â
His expression was blank for a second, and it was almost like his system rebooted. He shook his head, a smile flashed on his face, it reached his eyes this time, âWhy it appears that I fancy you!â He said in a jolly tone. In those few seconds, Alastor was back to himself and back in control, âCome now!â He linked his arm with yours and pulled you along, âIâm growing tired of all this pointless nonsense, weâve got a long day together, donât we?â He talked so fast and pulled you along, you nearly missed that in a way, he confessed to you. He didnât say âlikeâ or âLoveâ but he admitted he had an interest in you.Â
You were so dazed and confused by his sudden chipper tone that you just let him tug you along down the halls. Once your brain processed what the hell happened, you smiled, accepting the way all of this played out. He liked you! He LIKEDÂ you! He admitted it his own silly way and it felt like a weight had been lifted on your shoulders as you went along with Alastor. You smiled wide, eyes beaming, and heart racing and mind bubbling with thoughts of the Radio Demon that just so happened to feel the same way about you. It wasnât exactly the way you had expected things to go down, but you were happy regardless.
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Just Us
 In the quiet of the night James finally has the time to reflect on his very first night in Hollywood. Under the pressure of his own thoughts, he'll find that he is never alone.
Rating: G
Pairing: N/A.
Words: 1868
The bedroom was dimly lit by the street lights peeking through the cracked and broken pieces of the blinds, illuminating the dingy carpet and dull paint of the walls. Virtually every space of the room was lined with miscellaneous boxes with messy scrawl, âsummer clothesâ, âelectronicsâ, âhair productsâ. James made a mental note to dig into that box first when morning finally hit.
Whether the boys realized it or not, his regimen was more crucial now than ever. He thought back to the events earlier today and the impossibly beautiful up and coming stars that lounged around the Palm Woods. What made him special back home, his dazzling smile, piercing eyes and washboard abs, it was all part of the everyday here in California.
And if everything he worked so hard for was mundane here, what did that make him? He rolled over in his bed, tugging the comforter tighter around his shoulders almost as if the blanket would protect him from the frantic thoughts plaguing him.
Nothing about him was average, he refused to believe that. He can remember as far back as when he and the other boys were just starting as members of the junior hockey league, that he had also had his mind set on performing. Back then he had to beg and plead his mother for permission for singing and dance lessons. She argued that his schedule was already too full and his education would fall to the wayside, but after countless carefully constructed presentations on the benefits of these lessons and promises that Logan would tutor him, she relented.
He remembered how the boys used to tease him about the lessons when they were younger, jokes and jabs at their regular Friday night sleepovers at Carlosâ. James knew they never meant any of it though because on the evening of his very first talent show, he peeped out of the curtain to see them sitting in the front row with the widest grins imaginable.
It was that night that he had finally decided this was his calling. Just seven years old, singing John Mayer and dazzling the crowd like he was born to. He lived off the high long after the song was finished and the curtains had fallen shut.
When he finally made his way back to everyone, the boys descended on him, each talking over the other in so much excitement about how cool he was and how he should have won over the unicycling juggler. His mother hadnât been able to make the performance, a last minute work emergency she claimed. He didnât let that get to him though, enjoying the good natured hair ruffling of Papi Garcia, the boys' unabating chattering, and Mama Knightâs promises of pizza. Even then he knew there would be other performances, and he would be so good that she couldnât miss them.
And he did get better, way better. But was it enough? He could carry a tune, dance any routine that was thrown his way, but could he gain the type of fire that Gustavo was looking for? Failing wasnât an option, if he turned back to Minnesota his mother would have him on the fast track to business school and this dream would be gone. Failure wasnât an option, he couldnât fail, he had to-.
His thoughts were interrupted by the feeling of cold air against his back as the comforter was pulled up and over someone slipping into the bed beside him. Carlos. James didnât make any move to turn around and face him in the cramped twin bed and chose to stare at the light of the hallway creeping in from under the doorway. He had almost drifted to sleep from listening to the soft breathing from the other boy when Carlos broke the silence.
âI could hear you thinking from over there.â He paused for a moment before adding, âDid you wanna talk about it?â
The last thing he wanted to do was bring all of this worry onto someone else, so James did what he did best, deflected. Rolling over in the bed careful not to knock Carlos to the floor, James sat up and faced the other boy.
âSo we might have striked out against the Jennifers, but I doubt they can resist my charms for long. Iâve already come up with a three step plan that will have them dying for a chance to date any member of our band.â
âJames-â
âThough side note, we really need to come up with a name and soon. It seriously hurts your cred to say youâre in a band without a name and-â
âLook I-â
James just continued to press on hoping Carlos would get the hint to drop it, âMaybe if we learn some instruments, we could get in on that gig that that guitar dude seems to have going on at the pool, I mean chicks dig musicians.â
Carlos pulled himself into a sitting position beside James, raising his hand up to signal him to stop.
âItâs okay James, Iâm scared too.â
And that was not exactly what James expected to hear.
âYou donât get scared. Just last week I watched you ride your mountain bike off of the top of Kendallâs house into their above ground pool. And letâs not forget the time you took one for the team and took Jenny Tinkler to homecoming.â He shuddered at the memory of her knocking over the snack table and somehow setting the DJ equipment on fire. âItâs hard to believe youâd get scared about anything.â
Thereâs a moment of silence between them before Carlos replies, âThis is kinda different, ya know? Reckless behavior and wacky shenanigans? I can handle that no problem, but this is serious. And Iâve never been that great at serious.â He scratches his neck nervously, and looks off to the side. âI donât want to ruin your dream dude.â
âYou wouldnât and you canât.â He stretched his arm around the other boyâs shoulders, pulling him gently to his side. âItâs because of you guys that I even got the opportunity to be here, my dream wouldnât work without everyone.â
He felt Carlos shake with laughter slightly before he replied, âWell technically weâre here because of Kendall, but Iâll take the sentiment cause it's a weirdly emotional night.â
James just rolled his eyes, though thankful that Carlos pulled them back from all the emotion talk. He wasnât wrong, Kendall was the driving force of all this. He had the âfireâ as Gustavo called it. He would just describe it as stubbornness and a sheer lack of respect for authority, but somehow Kendall made those qualities seem endearing.
The door to the room creaked open bathing Carlos and James in the hallway light, the pair both shielding their eyes to adjust to the change in brightness. Just as quickly as it was opened, it shut again, quietly as to not wake up the other people in the apartment. Even after being partially blinded James knew that Kendall and Logan were approaching the bed, heâd know them anywhere.
âAny chance you have room for two more?â Kendall asked, already pulling himself onto the bed. The springs under it groaned as he and Logan shifted to get comfortable facing James and Carlos at the foot of the bed. For a moment James wondered just how much the weight limit was for this rickety bed frame.
âYou guys couldnât sleep either?â James questioned as he and Carlos pulled the comforter over the other two boys' legs.
âIt isnât actually that weird that we all canât sleep. Scientists believe that this is just our brains natural instinct to protect itself in a new environment full of unforeseen threats. It makes a lot of sense when you think about it.â He glanced around at the other boys on the bed taking note of the way James was holding one of his pillows tightly to his chest, and Carlos was picking at a loose thread on the comforter. âSomething tells me though, that we are all awake because of more than first night jitters.â
There was something a little comforting to James, that all of them were nervous about the future. Sometimes he forgot that even though Kendall was their fearless leader, Carlos was their wrecking ball with a heart of gold, and Logan was their resident genius, they were all still four hockey heads from Minnesota and completely out of their comfort zone.
From across the bed James saw Kendall straighten his posture and he knew immediately that they were in for one of his famous pep talks.
âSo what if everyone here is a better singer or dancer than we are. And who cares if every person we come across is more attractive and talented. And who-â
James quickly introjected, âIs this going to get positive anytime soon?â
âI was getting to that.â Kendall replied with a roll of his eyes, âMy point is there are always going to be people who are better than we are. Itâs a given, but we all have something that everyone here doesnât.â
âLightning Fever Barracuda hair gel.â, âMama Knightâs signature corn dog recipe.â âA death wish.â
âNo. What I was getting at is look around. Even out of our depth, we still have each other. The stakes might be higher for sure, but we are still together setting out our game plans dog piled into one bed just like when we were kids. And I donât know about you, but I think that is a hell of an advantage over anyone in Hollywood.â
And that is why heâs the leader James concluded. Some heartfelt words and an earnest smile, and Kendall could convince them they could do anything. It seemed silly to him that he had been so worried earlier in the night. Looking around at the other boys in the dim moonlight, he realized that he wasnât in this alone. And even if this didnât work out, he knows there are three people who would never let him feel like a failure.
âWell since I doubt any of us will feel like sleeping anytime soon, does anyone have some band name ideas? Iâm thinking something like James and the Diamonds.â
He saw the good natured eye rolls from across the bed and felt Carlos groan from his spot under James arm. It felt good to get back to normal and he eagerly slipped into their own routine, bickering about what really qualified as a solid band name.
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âPlease, please can I wake them up? One smack of the pot thatâs all.â
In the morning light, Mama Knight stood in the doorway observing the scene before her. She had gone to Logan and Kendallâs room first, but when the room was empty she had a feeling this is where they would be.
All four boys were tucked under the comforter of the twin sized bed, practically asleep sitting up. She smiled softly to herself, noting that the more things change, the more they stay the same.
She shook her head, gently leading Katie from the room, âLet them sleep a little while longer, they have a long road ahead of them.â
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Four way lovelies (part 1/2)
Fandom: sanders sides
Pairings: LAMPÂ
description: Virgil doesnât have the best relationship with his family. He never has. But when he meet Roman, Patton, and Logan, thing look like they might turn around. (P.S. everyone is cute, fluff happens)
Warnings: !THIS IS A TICKLE FIC (in part 2)!, bad family relationships (for those who are triggered by that), slight angst but it gets better, FLUFFâ¨â¤ď¸âşď¸đĽşđ
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Virgil never really had the best relationship with his family. He loved them, he really did! But...he was always in his room and his family never knew how to help/deal with him when he needed it. They just didnât understand each other. And thatâs fine. Heâs fine. He doesnât need people to live his life.
At least, that's what he thought two years ago.
~ flashback ~
âI canât deal with you right now Virgilâ , that was his mother speaking. Virgil currently sat at a small coffee table at the corner of the college roof. He had been trying to enjoy the pleasant weather and soft breeze when she called. âLook- I love you, really, but ever since your dad left and your sister moved away with her partner I just havenât had the patience to try to put up with you. Youâre never out of your room when you are at home, you always hide when I invite guests over, you never wear anything but hoodies even when itâs in the middle of a heatwave, you just never do anything like a functional human being except keep your room clean! I canât deal with that right now, ok?!â His mother sighed heavily as if his introverted tendencies actually hurt her. Her ego maybe. âJust- just stay at the dorms this weekend, please. Or, you know what? Stay at the dorms until summer break. During the break Iâll be visiting your sister so you can have the house to yourself, I doubt sheâd want you to influence her daughter to be like you.â And with that, his mother, his own mother, hung up on him after acting like he had killed someone.
Powering his phone off, he numbly bent over the table. Tears silently dripped down his cheeks and left streaks in his makeup. He didnât know if he was sad or if he even cared, but his tears seemed to decide for him. He didnât even care about what she thought about his behavior, it had always been that way and it always will be. But the part that really gave him a sting, was the part about his sister not wanting him to be around his niece. Angela was only 2 but was being sucked away from him like the rest of his family. Huh, figures. No one wanted to be around the guy who barely spoke and wore spooky makeup, not even his family could see past that.
A bitter sadness washed over him but before he could drown, a strong hand landed on his shoulder. Startled out of his thoughts, Virgil jumped out of his seat and whipped around to face the newcomer whoâs hand didnât let go but migrated to gently cradling his shoulder. When he faced the owner of said hand, he was almost blinded. The person -a medium height man- was decked head to toe in white and gold and bright red. His dress shirt was tight fitting but loose at the elbows and down, with small gold tassels hanging from one wrist. The manâs pants were made similarly but one difference was that a strip of bright red fabric with gold designs was tied at the top and the excess hung to his left hip. He looked like a real life Disney prince. But what made Virgil shrink into himself was not the man's attire and confident build, but his soft sympathetic expression.
âOh- uh- Iâll leave if you need this table. Sorry about the noise.â Virgil managed to stutter out, looking towards the ground. At that, Virgil heard two more footsteps approached and looked up to find a short man with a light blue t-shirt littered with puppies and kittens and brown slacks, and a tall tense man in a dark blue polo shirt with a silver tie and black work pants that rolled up to reveal light blue and red ankle bracelets. Suddenly Virgil was very aware of his messy appearance in front of these very attractive men.
Violently, Virgil reached up to scrub his smudged eyeshadow away as he turned his back to the beautiful strangers. He scrubbed with one hand and the other fumbled for the discarded phone on the table. Eventually his hand found it but just as he was about to break for it, a hand softly snaked around his bicep and caught his attention.
It was the man in light blue, he realized, who was currently holding onto his arm and tucking Virgilâs head into the crook of his neck. Virgilâs breath caught in his throat but just as he thought to pull away, the manâs other hand found a home in his chocolate hair. Dangit, Virgil thought defeatedly as his body sagged unwillingly into the strangers warm embrace.
âWhy- why are you hugging me?â Virgil hushedly questioned, worried heâd scare the other away if he spoke too loudly.
âBecause we heard your conversation accidentally, and you looked like you needed a hug.â The man said simply. They stayed there for a few more seconds before the stranger in blue abruptly tore away and gasped loudly. Virgil was about to apologize for whatever he did wrong when he noticed the excited stars in the others' eyes. âWe never introduced ourselves! Silly me! Anyways, my name is Patton Costly, thatâs Logan Croft-â the man in dark blue nodded âand thatâs Roman Pascal!â The first stranger in blinding colors beamed and waved. âWhatâs yours?â
Blinking at the question, Virgil dumbly let out, âhuh?â
The other man - Patton- just giggled and exclaimed âyour name, silly! Whatâs your name!â
Virgil felt his face heat up and choked out âVirgil Rayne, sorry for the distraction. You probably didnât plan to be cheering a random stranger up for your Sunday afternoon.â He finished with a mumble.
âNonsense! Iâm always up to meet new people, plus, Roman had heard you did the scenery art for his theatre club and wanted to thank you!â Patton dismissed cheerily, his warm persona never dropping like Virgil kept expecting it to.
âOf course! I always wondered what fine artist allowed us all to be blessed with their masterpieces!â The golden man -Roman- gushed. The man in the tie still hasnât said anything, but this was the moment he decided to interject.
âIndeed. If I may ask, what was your inspiration? The second to last piece you did seemed very similar to Claude Monetâs pieces. Iâve never met anyone who outwardly expressed an interest in him, most only mentioning their favorites and leaving it at that. I find your version of his style quite interesting, I'd like to ask about it some other time if youâd let me?â
Blinking at the tense man, Virgil barely registered what he said. It seemed he was just as nervous as Virgil felt.
âU-um, sureâ Virgil hesitantly agreed.
âAnd, kiddo, you donât have to talk about that phone call at all, but would you like some company? Itâs never fun to be completely alone once someone close hurts you like that. We all know that by now.â Patton added softly. Virgilâs eyes widened and he turned to look at the other two, though they didnât seem to have any objections. One nodding more enthusiastically than the other. Turning back to Patton, he searched the man's face for a lie. A trick. But al, Virgil found was honesty and soft hope. Which was different.
The only times Virgil had seen someone hope he would be around, they were more demanding than asking. But here he was, being asked whether or not he wanted to spend time with someone. Not demanded, and not ordered. Asked. He could say no if he really wanted to and they wouldnât stop him. ButâŚ
Virgil found himself being drawn to these people. They were all so different from each other but seemed really close. Like, a family. Virgil wanted to be like that too. So he shyly ducked his head and quietly agreed.
~ end of flashback ~
That day had led to many more days of just hanging out and supporting each other. A couple days in Virgil had found out that they were all dating each other and that had stung a little. He didnât know why, but it did. It wasnât until he was pulled into one of their impromptu cuddle sessions did he realize, the realization coming in a life crisis and gay panic. Though, as long as they were happy, he was happy.
Years passed like that, and they became closer every passing day. At some point they all agreed to move in together, the being all the family they needed. The apartment was small but was more than enough for each of them, and they soon fell into a rhythm. Eventually, the best day in Virgilâs life came along. That day is today.
âVirgil~!!â A voice rang through the apartment. Romanâs, judging by the dramatic flourish ending his name. Virgil, who was laying on his bed, groaned knowing they would get complaints about it from their neighbors later. He resigned himself to his fate though, and pushed out of his room.
âVirgil, come here kiddo!â Ah, there was Patton. Ok, Virgil decided it was safe since Patton was there, Roman couldnât get away with his shenanigans with patton.
âVirgil, we require your company please!â Logan? Ok, now Virgil was curious. It had to be something important if they got Logan in on it. He sped up his walk a little, getting worried. However, right as he was about to step through the doorway to the living room, there was a pop and suddenly pastel purple confetti rained down on him. A hand shot out from behind him and wrapped a cloth around his eyes, effectively cutting him off.
âWha-â he began to exclaim before he felt strong arms sweep him off his feet and start carrying him in another direction.
âRelax stormcloud, itâs just us!â Romanâs voice said, obviously amused.
âYeah. Okay. But why is this happening? I seem to have forgotten the âget kidnapped by the othersâ bit in my scheduleâ Virgil deadpanned, the curious tilt in his voice ruining all attempts to sound disinterested.
âItâs a surprise, blackberry!â Sounded Pattonâs voice somewhere off to the side. Virgil blushed from the fond nickname but didnât question them anymore. They walked for a little longer before he got settled onto what seemed to be the couch.
âOkay, on the count of three you can take off the blind fold!â Patton squealed excitedly.
âOneâ Logan counted from somewhere in front of him.
âTwo~!â Roman sang from around Loganâs left.
âThree!!â Patton rushed out a few seconds early, seemingly too impatient to wait any longer. He was coming from Loganâs right.
Virgil pulled at the knot behind his head and immediately gasped at what he saw.
In front of him, Roman was on one knee with Logan and Patton mimicking him on either side. They all held a rose (Loganâs was black, Pattonâs was light purple, and romans was white) up to him in an offering. Each of them wore beautiful suits (Loganâs was navy with a black tie and silver hemming, Pattonâs was white with a light blue tie, and Romanâs was red with a golden tie) that fit their shapes perfectly and complemented their features. They all looked a little goofy though, considering they never wore suits (except for Logan) so Virgil couldnât help but bite his lip so as to not laugh. Even before they spoke, Virgil started blushing and tearing up.
âVirgil, weâve been dating for four years now. Throughout that entire time it felt like something or someone was missing. When we met you it felt like we were finally whole. At first we decided not to tell you because we didnât know how you would feel.â Roman began, pouring his heart and soul into every word.
âWe thought you might push us away, and we would go back to being half of a whole. We didnât want to risk losing you, our lovely Virgil. Though, we recently decided that if anything was going to push you away from us, keeping this secret was going to be it.â Patton continued, a soft smile playing at his lips.
âSo here we are. We know we probably havenât done much to earn your romantic feelings, but we wanted to try. Itâs perfectly ok if you say no though, we wouldnât want to force you into something you didnât want. But, just know that we...we love you Virgil. We are so lucky we met, so lucky we get to call you our friend. So, will you do us the honor of letting us call you our boyfrie-â Logan never got to finish his sentence, because a moment later Virgil launched himself off of the couch and hooked his arms around all three of them, pulling them into a hug. The hug was a bit awkward and not very cushiony, but none of them would have it any differently.
Both Virgil and Roman burst into loud sobbing while Patton laughed hard and Logan wore a dazed, relieved and proud grin. They stayed there for what felt like hours, just hugging each other and never letting go. Though at some point they decided to take themselves to the couch, instead of staying laid out on the floor.
âYou never answered though.â Roman murmured once they all settled into a pile on the couch. Virgil was laying on his chest with Logan seated behind him, petting Romanâs hair where it got messed up during Virgilâs attack. Patton was sitting in between Loganâs legs, letting Roman lay his head on his lap.
âSeriously? Iâd think pouncing on you guys and staining your shirts with happy tears would be enough of an answer for you.â Virgil mumbled back, a teasing lilt to his voice. âSorry about that by the way.â he added sheepishly.
âNot to worry, Virgil. The stains wonât last. Though, Roman has a point.â Logan reassured him.
Virgil didnât know how to deny the others so aphe blushed furiously, pouted, and said âLogan, Patton, and Roman, I love you with all of my heart and would love to be your boyfriend.â
When he opened his eyes again, all of the others were staring at him wide eyed and slack jawed. Blushing darker, Virgil glanced to the side and asked âwhat?â
âJust never thought I could love you even more than I already do. Turns out I was very wrong.â Roman replied without missing a beat, still staring Starry-eyed. The smooth show off.
âI take it back, I love you a little less now.â
âYou wound me, panic at the everywhere!â
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Untouchable Ch 13- Home, Again
Warnings: swearing, mentions of torture and injuries, family drama and stuff? (if thereâs something in this chapter that you want me to tag, let me know, Iâm just not sure what to classify some of this stuff as)
Ch 12 | Ch 14
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Beck threw herself into her sisterâs arms as Lydia entered the waiting room.
âThank god. Lydia, Iâm so sorry, but Iâm so scared. Watching her fall apart like that, then start seizing- What would we do if we lost her? What would I do? The system will take in Katie and Adam, but I⌠Iâd be alone.â
Lydia pulled away to look into her sisterâs cloudy eyes. âYou will never be alone. If something actually happened to Sonia, you could come to DC with me in a heartbeat. Please donât ever think Iâd leave you alone.â
âYou hate me,â Beck claimed. Her face was a blotchy mess and she didnât make it any better be rubbing her hands over it frustratedly. Sheâd recently cut her hair short, which was perhaps the only thing stopping her from ripping it out. âIâve been such an ass. I wouldnât blame you if you left me here and went back to Virginia. I donât have a job, I donât have a college degree, I donât even know how to drive a car! Iâm useless!â
âYou arenât useless,â Lydia insisted, then leaned forward and kissed her forehead. âYouâre stubborn. You were angry. But you know who knows even more about anger than you?â
She rolled her eyes. âIâm guessing you, you menace?â
They both giggled, Rebecca hiccuping slightly through more tears.
âSo, you wonât leave me to be a homeless prostitute?â
âNot this month,â Lydia joked. âWhat have you heard? Did they dissolve the blood clot?â
Beck nodded. âItâs gone. Now the only concern is figuring out how much damage it did.â
âOkay. Well then, one of us should stay here and wait for news and the other has to take Katie and Adam home and get them to bed. I really think you could use the rest, but Iâm okay with either.â
The two twins were seated in the corner of the room. Katie was asleep across the armrest between her and her brotherâs chair. Adam looked bored out of his mind, picking at his fingernails.
Beck looked back at them, then bit down on her bottom lip. âI need to make sure sheâs okay. I donât think I could fall asleep if I went home anyway.â
Lydia could understand that. She gave her sister a nod, before stepping around her and approaching the kids. âHey Adam. Long time, no see!â
He pushed himself out of his chair quickly and wrapped his arms around Lydiaâs waist. âHi Lydie! Why didnât you come home for Christmas this year?â
âI had to work,â she admitted, feigning disgust.
âYou have to see the Legos that Becky got me! I already built them all!â
âThatâs so cool! Youâll have to show me once we get home.â
He bounced excitedly, turning around to wake up his sister. âKatie! Lydieâs here!â
The girl blinked, rubbing her face where it was previously squished against her arm. âAdam,â she grumbled. âWhat do you want?â
Lydia knelt down next to her seat. âHey Katie,â she said, softly. âIâm here to take you two hooligans home.â
Katie blinked, recognizing Lydiaâs voice and her silly nickname for the twins. âLydie? Mommy didnât say you were coming home.â
Lydia didnât want to freak them out by making them think the stroke was a big deal, so she held up a finger to her lips and said, âSonia doesnât know yet. Itâs a surprise.â
âIs mommy sick?â Adam asked. âBecky said she was hurt, but when I hurt my arm, I didnât have to stay at the doctorâs this long.â
âMommy did get hurt,â Lydia admitted. âBut sheâs super strong. Right now, you two have to get some sleep. In your own beds. Okay?â
They nodded and followed her out, saying their goodbyes to Rebecca as they passed. Lydia called a cab to meet them outside and take them back to Soniaâs house.
As they were packing in, her phone rang. Spencer. ShitâŚ
âSpence, heyâŚâ she began, but couldnât for the life of her come up with anything else to say.
âLydia? Hotch told us that you had a family emergency, what happened?? Are you okay? Did you get home?â
She sighed, relieved he wasnât angry about her sudden disappearance. Theyâd just been talking face to face and then she was on her way to the airport. âCan we start with one questions at a time? Iâm so tired.â
âYeah, yeah,â he agreed, quickly. âWhere are you right now?â
âIâm leaving a hospital in Oakland, California, on my way to my foster mom, Soniaâs, house.â
âWhy were you at the hospital?â
âSonia had a stroke.â
âThatâs awful. Iâm sorry. What kind of stroke?â
âUh⌠Iâm not sure? I didnât speak to any of the doctors directly.â
âDo you know if she had a hemorrhage or-?â
âNo. No, it was a blot clot.â
âThatâs good!â he said immediately. âThe chances of surviving a ischemic stroke are higher than a hemorrhagic stroke. Thereâs also a higher likelihood of a full recovery.â
She smiled. âThanks, Spence. How did the case go?â
âWe found and recovered all the kids, but Jane and Frank disappeared.â
âOh noâŚâ she fretted. âIâm so sorry.â
âWhat are you talking about? You werenât even in Nevada when it happened.â
âBut I was⌠I told him we could negotiate for Jane and-â
âYou saw her,â Spencer reasoned. âShe was throwing herself at him. Frank would have gotten away either way and Jane would have followed him. You helped us get those kids back.â
âWhen did you become so good at cheering me up?â she teased. He didnât reply, so she kept going. âSpencer, I should go. Iâm almost at Sonia's house. Talk to you tomorrow, okay?â
âYeah, of course. Tomorrow.â
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âLydia? What are you doing here?â Sonia demanded as Lydia walked into her room the next morning.
âWhat are you doing in a hospital bed?â she fired back. âYou went and scared the hell out of us!â
âHoney, Iâm old. It happens.â
Lydia rolled her eyes. âNot old enough. Youâre like⌠one of the least likely people to get a stroke. Youâre 50, youâre a woman, youâre Asain⌠do you have any blood pressure problems I donât know about?â
âApparently I have blood pressure problems that I donât even know about,â she chuckled, trying not to focus on how bad that could be. âSince when do you know so much about stroke statistics?â
Lydia was perfectly ready to tell her that sheâd done a bunch of research at the airport, but it was a lie. Spencer had been sending her little tidbits of information all day. Some to try to cheer her up, others to help prepare her for how Soniaâs recovery might go. As she thought about those texts, a smile pulled at her lips and Sonia was on her in an instant.
âWhatâs that? That smile. You just got all blushy on me, what happened?â
âI work with profilers and somehow youâre already onto my little secret, hm?â She rubbed her forehead. âYou should probably go work for my team if youâre going to be so observational.â
âYou should probably stop being so obvious,â she argued. âYouâve got a crush written all over you. Did he tell you about the stroke statistics?â
âHis name is Spencer, he texted them to me to make me feel better, and Iâm not crushing on him.â
âOh please!â she cried. âYour cheeks are bright red! I know a crush when I see one. Tell me about this Spencer. Where did you meet him?â
âWe work together. And Iâm not lying, Iâm not crushing on Spencer⌠because weâve been dating for almost a year now.â
âYou what?!â she exclaimed. âLydia, you have to tell me these things! Almost a year?â
âYeah. It started last year in April.â
âWhy would you hide this from me? Look at you! Youâre so happy!â
Lydia bit her tongue in contemplation. Why hadnât she told her family? âBecause Iâve been keeping it a secret anyway. None of the team knows weâre together. We never agreed that we wouldnât tell our families, but⌠I donât know, I guess I got so caught up in the lie that I didnât even think about telling you guys.â
âWhy are you hiding?â Sonia asked.
âOur work.â Lydia shrugged. âWhen we went on our first date, we didnât want the whole team to be invested in a relationship that might not last. We didnât want things to get weird. But now, it feels wrong, you know? Our boss wouldnât be happy if he found out that weâve been lying to him all this time. Spencerâs an agent, so in-office relationships are frowned upon for him.â
Lydiaâs phone buzzed in her hand and instinctively, she looked down at it.
âDid he just text you?â Sonia teased.
Lydia glared back. âFucking profilers.â
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âKatie! Adam!â Lydia called as she shuffled upstairs.
âHold on!â Katieâs muffled squealing came from the twinâs room.
Lydia smiled at what she could only imagine to be wild shenanigans going on behind that door. But, she turned and walked farther down the hall, opening up the door to Soniaâs room.
Sheâd been let go from the hospital after about a week, and had been recovering quickly. Lydia was glad to see her sitting up in bed stretching her arms out in front of her. Her left arm was weak and shook dramatically, but it was an improvement.
âGood morning, Sonia,â she greeted, walking over to the side of her bed. âMake sure to do your leg stretches as well today. I know theyâre uncomfortable, but if you donât build up that strength again, youâre going to end up with only one working leg. I want you to think about how frustrating that would be.â
She dropped her head back. âYouâre right. That would be awful. Then Iâd look like you.â
âVery funny,â Lydia deadpanned. âBut my leg works fine, thank you. At this point, Iâd say better than yours. But nevermind that, I wonât be here and neither will the car. If something happens, Beck will handle it and Iâll be back before your physical therapy appointment, okay?â
Lydia leaned down and gave her foster mother a kiss on the cheek.
âIâm ready, Lydie!â Adam shouted as he burst into the room. His backpack hung loosely from his shoulders, seeing as there probably wasnât more in it than a folder.
âIs Katie ready?â she asked.
âNo. Katieâs tying her shoes.â
âOh, well then sheâs almost ready. Letâs start heading down, shall we?â
He nodded, eagerly. âBye, Mommy!â he said, before scurrying downstairs.
âBye, Sonia,â Lydia followed suit, closing the door behind her as she left. âBeck?â
Her sister popped her head out of the bathroom, only half her makeup done, looking thoroughly unamused. âMust you be so loud?â
âMake sure Sonia gets up soon,â she ordered. âI wonât have my phone with me, so if something happens, call the doctor.â
âWonât have your phoneâŚ?â She raised an eyebrow. âAre you not coming back after dropping the twinâs off?â
âNo. I thought Sonia told you.â
âTold me what?â
âIâm ready!â Katie cried, rushing down the stairs to meet her brother.
âHead out to the car, little hooligans!â Lydia instructed. âIâll be out in a second.â
âWhere are you going?â Beck tried again.
Lydia sighed. âIâm visiting Dad today.â
~ ~ ~
Not that visiting a prison was ever a pleasant experience, but Lydia was comforted to find the place exactly the same. She had enough anxiety going in as is, but trying to navigate new rules or requirements would have made it ten times worse. Her dad didnât even seem to notice her walk into the room, sitting alone at a table, staring intently at a wall.
Lydia cleared her throat. âUm, hey Dad.â
He blinked at her for a moment, before pulling her into a hug. âLydia! Look at you! Youâve changed so much, sweetheart!â
She shrunk away from him, slightly as he spoke, both because the guards would yell at them if they were in contact for too long and because it had been so long. It was just weird.
âYeah,â she sighed. âItâs been a crazy two years.â
âI hear,â he said, the two of them sitting across from one another. âRebecca tells me that you work for the FBI full-time now.â
âNot exactly. Iâm contracted out by one of their teams. Sometimes Iâm home for a few weeks, other times we solve one case and fly straight to the next. It isnât exactly 9 to 5.â
âIâm really proud of you.â He smiled and Lydiaâs lip twitched as well. âI was shocked to hear you were coming. Rebecca says you very rarely visit.â
âIâm not in California for a visit,â she admitted. âSonia had a stroke, so Iâve taken some time off work to look out for her and the other kids in her care.â
Her dad had warmed up to Sonia over the years, seeing as she had to escort Lydia and Beck to the prison when they were still minors. He looked genuinely sad to hear the news. âThatâs terrible. Tell her I hope she gets well soon.â
âI will. It was pretty mild it seems. Sheâs regaining strength quickly.â
They didnât have the time for this small talk. Her father knew that. But Lydia almost hoped that they could keep the conversation going. As if he wasnât an inmate in a prison. As if they werenât being watched carefully. As if she didnât have mixed feelings about speaking to him.
âSo, Lydia, why did you come?â
Lydia blinked, pushing up her glasses habitually. âWhat do you mean? I havenât seen you for two yearsâŚâ
âI know,â he chuckled. âBut if you wanted to come say hi to me, youâd do it when you were visiting home. Not when youâre busy taking care of a whole family.â
âWell⌠your sentence is almost done. Seven years⌠And I was talking to Sonia about it and she asked when the last time I saw you was⌠I felt bad.â She waited for him to say something, but he didnât. Because he knew that wasnât it. âI havenât really⌠told anyone in DC that my dadâs in prison. And with this new job, I talk to serial killers. I learn a lot about them, get into their heads. And in the end, we always put them away. And now I see prison in this whole different light and I think I needed to prove to myself that you⌠you arenât one of the bad guys.â
âOkay, so⌠how do I prove Iâm not a bad guy?â he asked.
âYou donât. You just-â Lydiaâs eyes started to burn and she stopped herself from getting emotional. âI wanted to see you. Thatâs all. Recently, it feels like I canât remember much about anyone in the family.â
âIs this about your mom?â
âI donât know what this is about,â she rambled. âI just⌠I was finally starting to be okay in college and then, the whole Jenna thing happened and I was an angry monster again. And when I realized I had settled down, I was a different person. I worked for the FBI for crying out loud! And Iâm looking at the people around me, and they look different, too, but I canât figure out if itâs them whoâve changed or just my view of them. And Iâve always-â
She was tearing up again. Lydia gritted her teeth, feeling frustrated. She came here to check up on him, not have a meltdown. But if she shut down, he would keep bugging her about it, so might as well keep going.
âIâve always been so mad at you,â she said, gnashing her teeth like an animal. âAnd then Iâm looking through a serial killer's house and all I can think is, âAt least my dad didnât become thisâ. And I feel guilty that Iâve been so hard on you for seven years. So, I came here because I needed to prove to myself that this face belongs to my dad and not a bad guy.â
âCould it be both?â
Lydia glared at him, but didnât have anything to say. She didnât need the ambiguous question right now.
âLydia, I know what I did was stupid and it hurt people. And all the excuses I made for it at the time donât justify my actions. I wasnât wrongfully accused and Iâm not trying to pretend I was.â
âI donât want to have an argument with you,â she grumbled. âI want to look at you with my new profiling eyes and determine whether itâs worth rebuilding a relationship with you when you get out.â
That shut him up. Lydiaâs face burned in shame, but there was no taking it back. They sat there in silence for what felt like years. She didnât know what there was to say. It had been on her mind for months now that his release was approaching. Sheâd considered Beck to be her only family for almost 7 years. Her father was a distant memory. But maybe when his time was up⌠maybe itâd be nice to have a dad again. But she had sworn at 16 never to forgive him.
âDid you decide?â he asked, his voice grim.
Why did she have to decide? Why couldnât someone tell her that she was going to have to learn to live with or without him and be done with it? Why did it have to be her to walk away or make the effort. Shouldnât family come naturally?
But for now, at least, she knew what she wanted.
âI want my family back. I donât want to leave California one day and never have a reason to come back⌠I want to know my mom⌠And maybe, just maybe, I want to remember my dad, too. Because somewhere in the far recesses of my mind, he was a cool dude.â
âIâm sorry that I ever left you,â he said.
Finally, Lydia felt a sense of relief. She stood up. âI need to go, Dad. Luckily, the next time I see you, you probably wonât be behind bars.â And then, she opened up her arms, welcoming him in for a hug.
For the past seven years, sheâd never been the one to initiate a hug with her father, but it felt like it was time. Her stubbornness had kept her from too much. Sheâd missed out on so many opportunities to be happy all because she was hinged on being in complete control of the image of herself that otherâs saw. And she hadnât felt like sheâd had a parental figure in a long time.
He accepted quickly. âGo be an amazing bad-guy-catcher,â he teased.
âI will,â she replied with a smile. âKeep being a neutral guy, alright?â
As she headed for the door, he said, âLydia? One more thingâŚâ
She raised an eyebrow in his direction.
âHappy birthday.â
He remembered. She didnât expect him to, for some reason. She didnât really expect him to know the exact date.
âI love you,â she told him, but didnât wait around to hear his response. She didnât plan on spilling any tears today.
~ ~ ~
âYouâre hunched over your computer like Quasimodo,â Rebecca joked as she dropped a bowl of ice cream next to her sister.
Poor Lydia was so wrapped up in her paper, she didnât even notice the gift, ignoring the dessert completely. âI need Spencer,â she admitted. âHeâd be able to give me more accurate information than these pathetic websites.â
âWhy donât you call him?â Sonia offered from across the table.
âHe told me this morning that he was leaving for a case. Really bad one, too. He doesnât need the distraction.â
Beck rolled her eyes. âI canât believe youâre actually going to get a PhD for this guy.â
âIâm not getting this for Spencer,â she tried to argue. âBut I mean, look at me! Iâm set to graduate in the spring. Have you ever seen someone get a doctorate in 2 years? Spencer did that for me. I could become a college professor in about a year, all thanks to him. At 23 years old.â
âDonât act like youâre not a genius all by yourself,â Beck grumbled. âJust because heâs super charismatic-â Lydia laughed out loud when she said that â-does not mean that he got you your PhD.â
âIâm not saying that!â she tried to argue. âThink about how much money Iâve saved! I mean, I was terrified when I took that internship at the BAU that once it was up, Iâd be stuck. With this, I have so many options open that I-â
She paused, noticing her phone screen light up with Hotchâs name. Rebecca and Sonia gave her funny looks, but she held up a finger.
âMy boss is calling me. Strange.â
âIf he says you have to go back to Virginia, do it. Youâve taken enough to time off as it is,â Sonia instructed, but Lydia just rolled her eyes.
âHey, Hotch,â she answered. âWhatâs up?â
âLydia, Iâm going to need your help with somethingâŚâ
âThatâs fine. Is it case related?â
âNo itâsâŚâ He sounded exhausted and Lydia wondered where he could be. It was 9 in California, so unless he was on the west coast, it was late. âLydia, Reid has been taken captive by an unsub.â
Her heart stopped. Seeing her family's confused faces across from her, she jumped up from the table and rushed out of the room.
âWhat? I- What are you⌠How bad of an unsub?â she sputtered.
âHeâs sending us a live feed of it. As of right now, Reidâs forehead has a large gash in it and one of his feet is mangled. Weâre doing everything we can to find him.â
âIs there something I can do?â Her breathing was labored and her chest, constricting. This was all wrong. Spencer had to be okay. He needed to beâŚ
âLydia, Spencerâs strong. Heâll keep fighting until we can get to him. But I have a feeling when he gets out, heâs going to want to see your face.â
She was far too stressed to even consider what he was implying. âYou want me to- Iâm not sure if I can-â
âTwo days. Thatâs all. Iâll get you a ticket to Georgia as soon as possible. Heâll need your support. Can you be here?â
Leaving suddenly, once again. But Spencer might need her. Hotch was certain he would. And after news like that⌠sheâd need to see him for herself to even imagine that he was going to be okay.
âIâll pack my things now. Send me that plane ticket and the case file. I need to know what to expect when I get there.â
âIâll let you know if anything changes,â he assured her. âThank you.â
She heard him hang up the phone, but didnât move it away from her ear. All she could hear was her heartbeat in her ears, as if it was trying to break out. She blinked a couple of times and turned to see that her sister had followed her into the next room, eyes wide.
A tear slipped down her cheek, which she quickly wiped away. âI need to go,â she told Beck and ran to her room to gather some things.
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Oh man!! I have ideas!! Maybe Jamie gets to have a close friend now. They live together in foster homes and they stick together always. And they get into silly shenanigans and play and have fun and Jamie is so excited to introduce his friend to his brothers when they visit because !!!! They're the best!! Friends for life!
oh my gosh he would totally have some buddies in his more normal life, maybe even adopted or foster siblings. and then one day his brothers come to like take him to safety cause anti found him or something and JJ just has like this huge crowd of little kid friends who are like running after him to say goodbye or demanding to come along or trying to give him presents before he goes or getting in trouble trying to make sure none of these mysterious brothers are dangerous situations and at some point the others just have to be like âokay so thereâs a LOT of kids involved in this nowâ and just let Jamie bring a couple along if he wants to lol. and maybe like some animal sidekicks too. Iâm imagining Chase and Henrik coming to get him and Chase is happy to see his little brother with so many friends but Henâs over here like âguys there is a DEMON on the loose and these are FOURTH GRADERSâ but the fourth graders wonât stop hugging little fourth grade Jamie so what is he gonna do??
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