#i want to be alone in my nest agh

[watch-out-it-bites]

agh.mmn I can't wait to be away from real life I am. Very bluh.

[bittersweet-lullabies]

Through the Looking Glass

Illuso x Reader

One dark night, you meet the man who’s been stalking you through the mirrors.

[CWs: noncon, restrained Reader, vaginal fingering, anal fingering, physical violence towards Reader, vaginal sex, anal sex, gaping, humiliation, degradation, mindbreak, briefly mentioned ass to mouth at the end… this is the filthiest thing I’ve written in my life.]

It was cliche, the storminess of the night. You shivered beneath the blanket before shifting to be more comfortable in your ‘nest’ on the couch. Some show was still playing across the screen, but you had long stopped paying attention in favor of scrolling on your phone.

The night outside may have been dark and cold, but inside was bathed in the warm glow of the lamp and you were surrounded by comfortable blankets and cushions. Truth be told, you had been having trouble sleeping lately. Maybe it was the effects of living in a big house all alone, but ever since you moved into your grandfather’s house in the countryside as part of your inheritance upon his passing, you swore you weren’t actually… alone. Things would move from where you thought you placed them, the shadows moved just outside your vision, and you thought you heard echoing footsteps late into the night.

You shook your head before getting up to use the restroom; no, it’s all nothing. A movement caught your attention. Glancing over, you saw your reflection in the mirror above the side table. It’s all nothing, you reminded yourself. Still, you eyed the ornate looking glass as you passed it by.

You were unaware of the garnet eyes that followed your leave, anticipating your return.

>>>>

You hurried towards the couch, eager to return to the warmth the blankets provided. Your pajamas weren’t quite thick enough to combat the chill of the night completely. You had almost made it back to the couch when you passed the mirror. The world spun around you as you were violently yanked towards it, letting out a shriek of surprise. Finding yourself staring up at the ceiling, you were confused and terrified. You leaned up to reorient yourself, and felt the cool surface of glass meet your touch.

“What the fuck?” you muttered fearfully. Taking in your situation fully, you were atop the end table, and the mirror above it bisected your waist. But where your reflection should have met your gaze, instead you saw your legs through the surface. And what was worse, there stood a tall, brunette man smirking down at you from the other side.

“You’re such an oblivious bitch, [Y/N],” he sneered, clamping a hand on your thigh. You squeaked at the contact, but your efforts to shake him off just made him laugh.

“Fight me all you like, that isn’t going to change what’s gonna happen,” he laughed.

Desperate, you leaned up, hitting your fists against the glass, but the man quickly reached through the mirror’s surface and grabbed your wrists, tugging them back with him until they were trapped.

“Uh-uh,” he tutted. “We can’t have you falling apart when the fun hasn’t even started yet. So be a good girl and stay still for me.”

The man leaned back, admiring his work. Under his gaze, you wiggled helplessly; that seemed to amuse him further.

“I knew I picked you for a reason,” the man noted, his red eyes dancing across your chest. He reached down through the mirror, and you could only watch in horror as the man ripped your pajama top down the middle, your breasts bouncing out into the open.

“They’re so much better in person, fuck,” he said, reaching down and harshly groping your right breast. You tried to knee him, utilize what little control you did have, but all you got for your troubles was a grabbed ankle and a hard smack to your breast.

“Agh!” you cried out, the sting of the slap particularly hurting your nipple.

“If you don’t want to come out of this looking like a human punching bag, you’re going to behave,” the man snarled, smacking your other breast. As you cried out in pain, he grinned down at you. “I don’t mind smacking a bitch around, it’s all the same to me. But if you don’t want that, then you better learn fast. Got it?” You nodded frantically, wanting the pain to stop. “Good. Now, before I get any further, I should introduce myself. I’m Illuso, and from now on, you’re my bitch. You call me ‘Master’ unless I say otherwise, and you treat me as such. You live your life to serve me. Got it?”

“Y-yes, Master,” you babbled, too scared to deny your attacker.

“Good girl. Maybe you aren’t so stupid after all.” The man, Illuso, looked down at you smugly. “I’m going to let go of your leg, and you’re going to set it down.” He left no room for debate. As he said, he let go of your ankle, and you reluctantly set your foot down.

“Good. Now that we’ve come to an understanding, I think we should get better acquainted.”

Your eyes widened as you watched Illuso reach for the waistband of your pajama bottoms.

“No, please!” But your squirming just seemed to egg him on; as he took ahold of your pajamas, he rubbed circles on your hips in a false show of sympathy.

“This will feel good for you too if you let it,” he laughed, before yanking the pajamas down, your underwear being pulled along with it. As he removed your clothing, you instinctively closed your legs; but as he tossed aside the clothes, his hands gripped your knees, yanking them open to reveal your pussy to his hungry gaze.

“Ain’t that a pretty sight,” he crowed. He ran a finger down your mound, grinning at your wince. “I prefer a trimmed bush, but we have plenty of time to worry about the hairstyle later. Right now, I’m more interested in this.” You watched as his right hand disappeared from your view, only to feel him jam a thick digit inside your unprepared pussy.

“Not there, it hurts!” you cried out, but he didn’t care. He stared down at you as he began to thrust harshly. You tossed your head to the side, humiliation reddening your cheeks as you felt yourself grow wet from his insistent fingering.

“You sick bitch,” Illuso sneered, “you like this, don’t you?” He added another finger, stretching you further. You whined at the contact, squirming beneath him.

It doesn’t feel good, you thought to yourself desperately. It’s just a physical response. Just reacting to stimul-

You let out a wanton moan as the brunette began to rub his thumb over your clit.

“You’re getting off on this, aren’t you?” your attacker mocked. “That’s fucked up, getting off on your rapist touching you. You’re sick.” The man leaned down from the other side of the mirror, his hands not missing a beat as he pressed himself against you, almost like a lover. Moving his mouth to your ear, he muttered “don’t worry; I like sick bitches.”

With that, he bypassed adding a third finger and began shoving four digits inside your abused cunt.

You howled. It was too much, too much, too-

With a full-body shudder, you tossed your head back as you came around your rapist’s fingers, your eyes squeezed shut as a mind-breaking orgasm overtook you. You vaguely felt the man slow his pace down as you returned from your high, your face flushed from both the orgasm and humiliation.

“I didn’t think you were so filthy when I first found you, [Y/N],” Illuso teased. “We’re gonna have a lot of fun together, I just know it.” You didn’t fight him as he adjusted your legs, and you didn’t have to guess that he had just unzipped to release himself. Tiredly, you lifted your head and gasped. His cock was huge. It wasn’t the tallest, but it was girthy with a prominent vein running up the underside; it would rip you apart if he wasn’t careful. As he held your hip, other hand slowly stroking his length, you tried to plead with him.

“Please Illuso-“

“It’s ‘Master’ to you,” Illuso corrected.

“Please…. Master,” you whimpered. “I can’t take that, not right now, please. I can’t do this.”

“Well…” he paused, considering. “As your new master, I say you can.” With that, he rammed himself inside you to the hilt.

You screamed. You felt so incredibly full to bursting; he was going to ruin you.

“Fuck!” the brunette snarled. “You’re so tight… holy shit.” As he panted above you, he caught your eye. “I’m gonna split you open, baby.”

“Please!” you begged, tears messily streaming down your cheeks. “I-I… please…”

“Oh don’t worry,” he chuckled. “You’re gonna be gaped wide open by the time we’re done. Just lay there and take it.”

With that, Illuso began a merciless rhythm of fucking into you. You felt like nothing more than a fuckdoll for him, and you faintly reasoned that you were. He was using you for his pleasure, and you were ensnared by a mirror, helpless to do anything other than take what he gave you. At a particularly brutal thrust, you instinctively wrapped your legs around him.

“Fuck, you’re into this too, huh?” he gloated. “I’ll make sure to give it to you every. Fucking. Day.” Each word punctuated by a thrust that left you keening. “You really wanna be my cumdump, [Y/N]? I can do that. I can make you my little fuck toy, no problem.”

You jolted along to his thrusts on the end table, taking it all, no longer really listening. This awful event was something to be endured, his words meaningless to you. You understood the cruelty of what he was doing, but now you didn’t care. You were numb to it all.

“Hey, I’m talking to you, you stupid cunt!” A slap across your cheek brought you back to your rapist’s voice. “Say you’re my cum dumpster. Say it!”

“I-I’m your cum dumpster!” you whined, your biggest concern being to prevent further pain.

“Say all your holes are mine to fuck.”

“All my holes are yours to fuck.” More mindless babbling on your part. But Illuso seemed pleased, so you hoped that was good enough.

“You really are fucked up,” he laughed. Impossibly, he sped his hips further, his grip around your waist tightening until there were sure to be hand-shaped bruises. One, two, three more thrusts and he stilled, allowing you to feel his hot seed flood your pussy full.

You laid there, exhausted, and watched as the man released your hips, then drew back to witness the abuse he brought to your pussy.

“Fuck, you look messed up,” he laughed, sticking two fingers inside your pussy and spreading them. Not that he particularly needed to; his brutality had left your pussy gaping slightly, much to the bastard’s sick delight. You barely reacted as you felt a glob of cum trickle down and begin to pool beneath your ass.

“We can’t have that being wasted,” you heard Illuso murmur. You didn’t think much of that statement, staring off to the side blankly, until you felt something thick and wet get shoved up your puckered hole.

“Ugh!” you shrieked, trying in vain to press the intrusion out and returning your shocked gaze to the man on the other side of the mirror.

“You aren’t going to waste what I give you, slut,” he announced as he continued working his finger in and out of your asshole.

“I-it hurts, please don’t!” you cried out, though you knew his sadism would just increase with your pleas. But a part of you still hoped he could be appealed to.

“If you’d just relax, maybe you’ll learn to enjoy it,” he snapped. He reached up with his other hand and pressed down on your lower belly, and you winced as you felt more of his cum dribble down from your pussy to his waiting finger in your asshole beneath.

“Be happy I’m being so generous to lube you up,” he warned. As you widened your eyes, he grinned smugly. “Now be a good little slut and relax.”

Reluctantly, you slowly let your hole relax. You had never let anyone fuck you anally before, and now here was this sadist planning to take your anal virginity regardless of your wishes. You truly had no control over any of this.

As you forced yourself to loosen up for the inevitable, Illuso pressed another thick finger into you. It felt strange, to have something moving there. Strange, but not… bad. You hated this man, hated that he was having his way with you, and you absolutely loathed how his ministrations made something so filthy feel so good.

Two fingers soon led to three; you were moaning at this point, fuck it. The both of you knew you were starting to feel good.

As you felt a different set of fingers dip inside your pussy and swirl around, you looked up to see Illuso withdraw his cum-soaked digits from your pussy and stroke his hardened cock.

“Please don’t,” you murmured quietly as you eyed his member. If you felt like your pussy was ruined, you were afraid of what he could do to your ass.

“It’s going to happen regardless,” he smirked. “Just be grateful I’m being nice.”

“Nice?!“ you snapped abruptly, rage overtaking you. “Grateful?! You… you raped me! I don’t want any of this! Why the fuck should I be ‘grateful’ that you’re doing the bare fucking MINIMUM?! Let go of me!”

The man’s teasing stopped, and he looked down at you angrily after your outburst.

“You stupid fucking cunt,” he snarled. “You should’ve kept your mouth shut.”

It was too sudden for you to react when you found your wrists released from the mirror and you were flipped over onto your stomach on the end table.

“Let me go!” you shouted, beating your fists against the wooden surface. A sharp slap across your ass cut off your angry shouts.

“I was going to be nice, but you wanna be fucking raped? Fine then! You’ll be fucking raped!”

You had no time to respond; there was a sudden, heavy fullness buried inside your ass, and you screamed in pain. If you thought your pussy was being ripped apart when Illuso had first rammed himself inside it, that was nothing to the feeling of his cock inside your ass. It was excruciating, the pain magnified by how underprepared you were, and how tight your ring of muscle had been.

“Yeah, keep screaming,” you heard Illuso scornfully remark behind you. “Not like it’ll help you any.”

He pulled back until only the mushroom head remained, then slammed forward once more, pressing his hips into your ass cheeks.

You choked on your tears, bellowing out desperate apologies.

“Too late for that now, you dumb bitch,” Illuso grunted, finding his rape of your ass tremendously more pleasurable than you did.

As Illuso continually slammed himself against your trapped form, you dropped down in despair, weeping onto the end table beneath you. You were in pain, humiliated completely, and even worse, the slap of your rapist’s balls against your clit was involuntarily arousing you as your ass was destroyed.

“Mmmph,” you moaned, muffling the sound by hiding your face in your arms. You felt Illuso pause in his thrusting. He withdrew and rammed back into you again, and the slap of his balls elicited a gasp as your pussy tightened around nothing, though the muscle movement was felt around his cock.

“You fucking cunt,” he laughed at his discovery. “You’re getting off on this, still!”

“Stop it,” you whined, but it was useless. You felt the man behind you lean down, pressing his chest against your back as his fingertips teased your clit.

“Say you like when I fuck your ass and I’ll make you cum. I’ll even forgive you about earlier, too,” he teased against your ear. You bucked against him as a fingertip swirled over the ball of nerves.

“Come on, you like it,” Illuso insisted, playfully nipping your neck.

“No I don’t,” you sobbed. But you both knew you were lying at this point; out of necessity you found the pleasure in the circumstance. The fullness of his cock in your ass still felt foreign, but your muscles had loosened enough to allow it easier passage, along with the cum he had used as lube beforehand. As Illuso swiped his fingers over your clit once more, you relented.

“…Fine. I like when you fuck my ass,” you whispered.

“Louder.”

“Please, I already said it-“

“Louder!”

“I like when you fuck my ass!” you exclaimed. But Illuso still wasn’t satisfied.

“You like when who fucks your ass?”

He wanted you completely broken to him.

“I like it when Master fucks my ass! There, I said it! Are you happy?!” you called out.

Illuso only hummed in reply before lifting himself off of your back. But his hand stayed atop your clit, rubbing over the nerves as he resumed his harsh thrusts into your overworked asshole.

Your whines and gasps were music to your rapist’s ears; he knew you would come around to being his perfect little cum bucket, but revealing your own depravity to you was the icing on the cake. He brought a light smack to your asscheek, and revelled in your surprised gasp.

Yeah, you were perfect.

As you began to tighten rhythmically around him, he sped up. You felt yourself let go to orgasmic bliss, clenching around Illuso’s cock as you held onto the end table. You barely felt him stiffen behind you before his cum gushed into you, the liquid pooling uncomfortably inside your ass before he withdrew.

You didn’t move as your new master pulled away, staying still and allowing him to admire the mess he made of you. You barely heard the clicks as he snapped pictures of your ruined holes, how cum flowed freely from your gaping ass or how more still dripped from your reddened pussy. It ran down your legs, already starting to pool at your feet.

You were numb to it all.

When he pulled you through the mirror completely, you didn’t fight him. Even when he grabbed your hair and pulled your face to his flaccid cock and told you to clean him off, you opened your mouth dutifully. You thought nothing as you wrapped your lips around his bitter-tasting cock, nor how it mixed disgustingly with his salty cum, applying your tongue as he demanded. You thought nothing at all, your mind far away from the hell you now occupied. Even as Illuso proclaimed that you were his filthy cum dumpster and he’d never let you go, you didn’t think or react at all.

[tooweirdforyou]

Straw Hats With A Suicidal! Shipmate

message @pixelkittycomet » Hi, I love your stories/scenarios. I has an idea for my one piece fan character, (this is a bit touchy so idk) but I was curious how do you think luffy and the straw hats would react if their y/n crew mate tried to take their own life? Like they caught them just in time or something? Sorry if it's too serious.

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Hello! First of all, thank you. And second, I wasn’t sure if this was a request, I don’t think it is- and I also took a look at your character and I think it’s really good. Also, wasn’t sure if you wanted together or separate.

I won’t dwell too much into this topic, since it’s very sensitive. I also changed it up a little bit. I did do something similar to this before though.

WARNING : mentions of suicide, suicidal thoughts, methods of suicide, self-harm, etc.

PLEASE USE CAUTION! NEGATIVITY AHEAD! PLEASE BE CAREFUL! I WILL NOT BE WRITING ANYTHING LIKE THIS AGAIN, I hope.

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Luffy

LUFFY wouldn’t quite understand. He’s never had to lose a loved one like this before..

“[Name]?.. what are you doing?”

The loud gasp that escapes your lips is heard as you snap up with wide eyes and turn around to face your Captain, who’s staring at you with eyes just as wide as yours.

“Why are your hands bleeding? Did you get hurt?” His clueless tone and the tilt of his head makes your heart pound against your chest, quickly shifting to hide your hands from his sight.

“Luffy!- blood? I, I don’t see any blood. I’m fine, really. Why are you here again?”

“I.. came to see what the noise of crying was coming from.” He mutters out almost inaudibly, his eyes widening by the second at the slow realization.

You, hiding your hands with teary, puffy red eyes and the bloody water filled sink.

The first thing Luffy felt was rage.

You, of all people, were thinking of doing something like this? What could be so horrible to take it this far and deliberately hurting yourself?

And why didn’t he see this sooner, so he could stop it?

But instead of lashing out at you, he lowers his head to hide his face, and slowly walks towards you, before eventually jumping at you, and lunging to wrap his arms around your body, forcing the two of you onto the floor.

With his tight embrace around you, Luffy leans into your ear and you were able to hear his weak voice to you.

“I’m sorry..for not noticing sooner.. so please..” his voice cracks and you sensed he was crying with his frail, trembling voice.

“Please don’t hurt yourself anymore..”

-

Nami

Nami wouldn’t even know how to react, she’s just stunned but once realization hits, genuine fear and panic flashes in her eyes and she’s yelling at you desperately.

The navigator was simply hoping to rest and relax in the aquarium lounge.

So when she walks through the door, she’s not expecting the sight of you trying to take your own life.

“W-What are you doing...?!”

Quick to react, Nami pulls out her Clima-Tact and fires a lightning bolt towards the suspended tied rope before you could even stick your head through the loop, successfully burning the rope.

“Nami! What are you doing here? Why’d you do that?!”

Hearing you made her scoff in disbelief, glaring at you through her quick teary eyes.

“You’re asking me why I did that?! Are you listening to yourself?!”

If you still didn’t listen and insisted on arguing, Nami doesn’t hesitate to slap some sense into you.

“HOW STUPID CAN YOU BE!?”

It would be silent as soon as she slapped you.

“I can’t believe you’d even think about this!”

Her voice is weak and she’s trembling, yet her cries and glares didn’t falter for a second.

Tears continue to stream down her face as she wipes them away, before she lunges herself at you.

“Are you trying to make us suffer by doing this?! Did you even care to think how we feel? How I’d feel?..”

Her lectures didn’t stop, even through her sobs.

“Don’t you.. EVER, think about doing this again! Okay?!.. just.. just come talk to me.. you idiot..”

-

Zoro

Zoro tends to yell because he doesn’t know how else to comfort or cope, and it’s just the stress he’s feeling from almost losing you.

The swordsman let out a heavy sigh as he climbs up to the crows nest after taking a quick break for a drink.

As soon as his head pops up through the little door to enter, he’s startled to find you, playing with one of his swords.

Specifically, the Wado Ichimonji.

Though, perhaps “playing” wasn’t the correct term. Either way, the sight of you angling it towards your neck to slice was something that instilled pure paralyzation and shock into him.

“What..-“ Zoro sprung into action, immediately jumping to push the sword away from you, shoving you away and onto the couch of the crows nest.

The impact forced into you from the shove made you grunt, knocking the air out of your lungs as you peer up at your assailant.

“Zoro? What are you doing?!”

“That’s my line, dumbass! What the hell was that just now?! Huh?! Were you really planning on taking your own damn life here?!”

“Shut it! You have no idea what I was planning!” You retort and Zoro scoffs. “I think I had a pretty good idea.”

“Tch. Even then, it’s not your problem!-”

“Of course it’s my fucking problem, [Name]!” That shut you up.

Zoro let out a deep breath and stared at you with his piercing eyes.

“Did you even think about how the people on this ship would feel? If they saw you doing something like this?.. what about Luffy? Did you give a damn about how our dear captain would react if his precious crew member, that he took the time to know and recruit to his crew, took their own life without an explanation?”

You didn’t say anything. You felt the tears brimming your eyes at him but you couldn’t say anything.

“Damn it, [Name]..” The swordsman looks down, shadow casted over his eyes and the clenched fists he had made his nails dig into his skin, veins forming.

Eventually, he slowly relaxes and walks to you, seeing your teary eyes and knelt down in front of you.

“Don’t fucking do this again, okay?.. please.. please don’t leave me alone like this...”

-

Sanji

Sanji would burst into tears the instant he realized it, all the regret and pain burying itself into him for not noticing your pain. He’ll beg you to stop. But he’ll definitely be yelling / comforting too.

The chef who wakes early to get started on breakfast for the day, whistles a quiet tune while brushing away the morning drowsiness.

And due to his exhaustion, when he opens the kitchen door, he doesn’t believe his eyes at first, but a quick second glance lets him know it’s real.

Seeing you, standing over the sink with a common kitchen knife ready to cut. Definitely not vegetables.

“[N-Name]-chan... what..”

The panicked expression you held while you snapped your head up towards him made his heart break.

“Sanji! You’re up early..” Sanji watches as you frantically move to hide the knife and rinse your hands, as if you were merely washing up.

“I just thought I’d help you out a little bit is all! Since you’re here, let’s get started, yeah?” You let out a awkward, nervous laugh and turn off the water.

Sanji felt tears brimming his eyes when he realized just what you were about to do. “[Name]-chan.. were you.. just..”

He’s in utter shock and disbelief, the pained look his eyes held made your heart sink to your stomach at the sight.

“How can you do this? What happened? What made you even think of doing this?”

Sanji didn’t hesitate to rush to you, grabbing you by your shoulders and tightening his grip. “Tell me, [Name]! How can you go so far as to attempt to do this?!”

Tears are cascading down his cheeks rapidly, before he pulls you into his chest in a tight embrace.

“Please don’t lose value in your life like this, [Name]-chan.. you deserve to live.. don’t take this for granted..”

Sanji can feel his shirt start to get wet but he didn’t care, rubbing your back and hiding his teary face. “Whatever it is you’re suffering from, i will help you through it. I promise.”

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Usopp

Usopp would be frozen and panicking in the spot, before shouting at you with pleas and blabbers, before forcing you by tackling you to the ground.

Seeing you standing on the edge of the railing catches the sniper off guard. He was simply leaving his room to go to the bathroom when he sees you.

The moonlight is shining down on your form, and if Usopp wasn’t so concerned and didn’t have a sinking feeling at the sight of you, he might’ve thought you were a goddess.

“[Name]? What are you doing up? Get down before you fall!”

Upon being deeply lost in thought, you barely heard Usopp’s voice but managed to catch it.

You turn around to face the sniper and you offer a weak, teary smile which startles the poor guy. “..Usopp.. I should ask you that.”

Instead of responding, he widens his eyes and runs over. “Hey, were you crying?.. why? What’s wrong, [Name]? Should I go wake the others? Or chopper?” He was internally panicking.

“I’m fine.” You cut him off and turn back to the sea, shifting your weight as your smile fades and you stare at the water below you solemnly.

“Can I ask you a question?”

Usopp, surprised, nonetheless nods and leans against the railing beside you, still hoping you’d come down.

“Usopp... will you.. let me die?.. will you kill me?”

Silence.

Frozen.

His body froze. His mind blanked. His blood stopped circulating. Nothing could be heard but the ocean waves washing around the sea.

Immediately, Usopp did the first thing that came to mind and ran at you, wrapping his arms tightly around your legs to prevent you from what he assumed was jumping.

“STOP! I WON’T EVER DO THAT! DON’T SAY STUPID THINGS LIKE THIS! HOW CAN YOU SAY THIS AFTER EVERYTHING WE BEEN THROUGH TOGETHER?! PLEASE DON’T DO THIS, [NAME]!”

Loud sobs were quick to escape the sniper’s mouth as snot and tears cascades down his face, roughly pulling you and tackling you down to the ship’s deck so you weren’t on the railing anymore.

“Agh- Usopp—“

“PLEASE DON’T EVER THINK THIS WAY AGAIN! I...” Usopp stares down at you before shutting his eyes tightly, tears flowing nonstops, his grip around you unmoving, as if he was afraid you’d disappear if he let go.

“I don’t know what I’d do without you..”

-

Chopper

Chopper would be screaming and sobbing endlessly, hugging your leg as his desperate pleas reach your ears.

Humming a sweet tune, with a carton of milk in his hoofs, the little doctor steps into his medical office and instantly, his once bright smile drops into a look of horror.

“[NAME]!”

Milk tossed aside, Chopper is quick to come bouncing by you slouched over, a half-empty flask of a green liquid in hand and your shallow breathing behind heard.

“Ch..Chopper.. hi..”

The little reindeer has pure fear lit in his eyes as he takes the flask from your hands and looks to see what’s in it.

“Why did you touch this?! This is a dangerous chemical, [Name]!” Chopper panics, fumbling through his book to find a quick antidote, ignoring your weak protests.

How could you go through his things and drink the deadly chemical?!

“Chopper, stop..”

The little doctor wasn’t listening, tears blocking his vision as he tried to read the words and began mixing some of his liquids together to begin working.

“This,.. and this.. no, this isn’t right-! Where’s Traffy when I need him!?” Chopper cries as he frantically mixes the liquid, eyes flashing towards you in worry.

You didn’t say anything, closing your eyes and felt sweat forming on your forehead and felt your temperature raising.

Weakly, you manage to wrap your arms around Chopper’s little body and hugged him like a stuffed animal.

“Thank you, Chopper... I appreciate it.. but.. I’m fine.”

“[Name]...”

Choked sobs slipped from his mouth as he grips the flask tightly, persistent in finding the cure for you.

The chemical you took wasn’t completely unknown but it was still foreign enough to Chopper that he didn’t know how long you had or how deadly it even was.

“I’m not giving up. I don’t want you to die! I don’t know or care what brought you to do something as drastic as this. But YOU’RE MY FRIEND! and I don’t want you to leave me alone!”

“So please... don’t die, [Name]..”

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Franky

The silence Franky has is painful, he’s feeling mixed emotions at the thought of losing someone dear to him again. He’s angry, clearly but he doesn’t yell at you. Instead, he shares his thoughts.

The cyborg stare solemnly, his sharp eyes boring right into your slouched, teary, and sobbing figure.

The blade that was once in your hands was now discarded, unused and forgotten. Franky made sure of that last second.

He walks up to you, looming over you from behind as he pulls out a tissue with his mini hand and holds it out for you to take, still keeping silent since he came in.

You eased your sobs a bit and muttered a quiet gratitude before taking the tissue. You weren’t sure what Franky was thinking and honestly, you weren’t sure if you wanted to know.

“..feeling better?”

A startled pause came from you as you froze for a second before relaxing and nodding. “..yeah.”

“Good.”

“Franky.. I-“

“I don’t need to know.”

Interrupting you, Franky continues to look at you before going around and sitting on the ground in front of your form so you would face him.

“I don’t know why you did this. I don’t need to know either, but if you want to tell me, I’ll listen. However, I won’t apologize for what I did just now, I won’t ever let you hurt yourself like that when I’m here.”

You stay quiet, letting Franky continue but his words are enough to make you start tearing up again.

“A life is not a choice. You should value it and keep living for the ones you love and for the ones that love you. Everyone on this ship is a loved one that cares about you and I’m sure you’re aware of that, but you must’ve forgotten. It’s okay to forget that though, because I’ll be here to remind you. Understand? No one on this ship wants you to do this ever. We love you more than you know.”

Wiping the shedding tears that continue to escape, you peer up at Franky and see him offering a genuine, assuring smile.

“So don’t do this again and live. You got an amazingly crafted and you are part of this SUPER~ pirate crew, the Straw Hats!”

-

Robin

Even if this has nothing to do with her whatsoever, Robin will never forget nor live down the guilt and regret of letting you even thinking about doing something like this.

Unable to sleep, the archaeologists was simply resting on her lawn chair on the upper deck, where her beautiful flowers laid.

Robin, resting her eyes as the sunset settles in the bay of the ocean, slowly disappearing. However, the quiet patter of footsteps creaking onto the upper deck made her open her eyes.

With one glance, Robin was able to see your figure quietly heading to a particular area of the garden, which was Usopp’s large plants, and also a view blocker.

Robin furrows her brows and quietly sat up, crossing her arms and shut her eyes, quickly forming a pair of eyes near you.

The sight of you hunched over, plucking at one of Usopp’s plants makes her eyes widen as she quickly sprouts arms.

“Cinco Fleur!”

Instantly, two pairs of arms formed and forcefully grabbed your wrists apart, a third pulling Usopp’s plant away from you and two more forcing you to back up.

“What the hell?!” You curse and struggled in the movement. “Robin?!”

“[Name]! What are you doing messing with Usopp’s poisonous plants?”

The historian shows herself to you as she continues to hold you in a bind, so you wouldn’t move. The pained and confused expression on her face almost makes you feel guilty, for you withheld.

“Poisonous? O-Oh, I had no idea. I thought they were vegetables!— Anyways why are you awake at this time??”

“I should be asking you that, picking vegetables at this hour?..” Robin mutters skeptically, tilting her head as her expression saddens.

“Don’t tell me you were...”

The turn of your head and avoidance of her gaze let her know your true intentions and she can almost hear her heart breaking.

“why?..”

You didn’t say anything and clenched your fists tightly, shutting your eyes and ignored the fact that she had released you.

“I’m sorry, Robin.. I can’t do this anymore..”

“To go this far? I didn’t think..” she continues to trail off, her eyes quickly becoming glassy and lost, painful memories of her own suicidal thoughts arising.

Robin sinks down to her knees and brings her hands to her face, tears brimming her eyes. “I don’t want you to do this, [Name].. you deserve so much and.. I want to keep seeing you on this ship.. I’m sorry.. I want you to keep living but I caused you to..”

Guilt became overbearing and you ran to her aside, engulfing her in a tight embrace, sniffling your own tears.

“Don’t, I’m sorry. For doing something so stupid with my life...”

Robin exhales gently and wipes her tears, looking up at you. “Say it.. please?”

You offer a small, genuine smile and nod.

“I want to live... I mean it.”

-

Brook

Brook feels great pain and sorrowful memories run through his mind, the thought of losing more precious people to him breaks his nonexistent heart.

The undead musician exits the bath, a towel wrapped around his hip bone to cover his lower regions and a towel tied around his hair at the top.

“Ah~ another refreshing wash from the bath.. I wonder how it’ll feel to bathe in a tub of milk.”

Brook’s walk was cut short as he notices you, attempting something quite dangerous that not even Luffy would try. Yet, something about it was familiar.

His eye sockets widen as he runs over. “[Name]-san!” Hearing the familiar voice, your startled self drops the object and it shatters instantly.

“Brook! You scared me!”

“Apologies... may I ask you what you were doing with that?..” Brook carefully asks, taking note of every action you made. He could feel how serious this seemed.

You bit your lip and turn away, kneeling down to pick up the pieces. “Nothing.. I just...”

‘Ah... I see.’

Distracted, you nearly jump when a few phalanges grab a hold of your wrist.

Brook’s tight grip forced your hold on the shattered pieces to release as he pulls it away and pulled you away from the mess.

“...” Even if you didn’t tell him, Brook already had a pretty good idea. He wasn’t stupid after all, his own crewmates often did similar things and it costed them their lives.

However, he could tell yours was intentional.

“Your life means more than you think.”

The skeleton spoke this as he begins to lead you to Chopper’s office, noticing you had cut your hand a bit.

“I don’t understand why anyone would take their own life deliberately like so.. no matter what the possible reason could be.. nothing is worth the attempt to take a life so precious, that you only have one of..”

Silence overtook you as you take in his words, feeling a swarm of emotions filling you inside.

“I won’t ask what’s going on but know that I and everyone else is always willing to listen...”

Outside Chopper’s office, Brook stops and turns to look down at you.

“[Name]-san. I’m sure you remember my backstory, right?”

You weakly nod, avoiding his gaze which he didn’t mind.

“Then you know that I am actually dead. However, I didn’t choose to die. Life chose for me.. and even with this devil fruit, I am given another chance at life, but at a cost.”

Tears were finally escaping you, silent sniffles being heard here and there as you continue to listen to him.

“Lives are not something to be taken lightly, and even if I am actually dead, I don’t regret this chance and am taking this opportunity to do better and I’m happier too. I’m with a new crew and family who I will protect and take care of, even if I die again to do so. You are one of them I will die for, if I have to.”

“[Name]-san.”

By then, you were a teary mess but that didn’t stop you from looking up at the tall musician as he offers his teethy smile.

“Remember. Your life means so much more than you think, hold more value for it. If you want to talk, I’m always here to listen and if you want a little song, I’m always happy to oblige.”

You muster up a weak smile through your tears as you nod and wrapped your arms around him tightly and gratefully.

“Thank you, Brook..”

His arms wrap around your smaller figure as he leans down more, smile softening as he chuckles.

“Yohohoho~! of course, any time.”

-

A/N : sorry this took so long, hun. Hope you still can see this when it posted it. I’m also sorry if it’s not great or what you expected.

I think the best one is Brook or Zoro.

[mxtcha-tea]

domestic shiratorizawa

⊹summary; the life inside the dorms of shiratorizawa

⊹pilots; gn![y/n], ushijima, tendou, semi, yamagata, reon, kawanishi, shirabu, goshiki (pairings showed; yamagata x reader, goshiki x reader)

⊹genre; fluff, crack and some cursings (no proofread)

⊹flight details; i've once made a domestic imagines in my old blog so imma make a small reboot of it <3

random shopping

normal day, normal life. you could've seen yourself laying or even napping in your room while a compilation of minecraft songs plays in the background. but no. instead, you're inside an antique shop with Yamagata, Ushijima and Tendou.

you have no idea when, or how did the process happened but you surely is done with getting dragged inside the shop by Tendou and Yamagata.

while Ushijima's stuck on a section, you don't know where, but he's definitely stuck there, "[y/n]! look at what i found,"

Yamagata called you as you turned around to see him holding up a pretty heavy doll. you raise your brow, "what the hell is that?" walking towards him and taking a closer look at the object in hand,

"i think it's a, um, i think a matryoska doll? matroyska? is that how you say it?" "why're you asking me, i don't know jack shit about russian stuff,"

"ah you mean, matryoshka doll?" Tendou butted in, startling you two, "it's also called a 'nesting doll' and did you actually know that it was actually originated from china?"

Yamagata's eyes practically sparkled at that with a surprised look, "from china? really?"

you can only roll your eyes, "and how can you even know all that?" Tendou snickered and put on a smug face, "i'm actually very smart, y'know. ya'll just don't know about it," "says the person in class 2,"

"i blame the mathematic old hags for adding letters in math, and the apple that fucking hit my man Isaac," you tsk'ed and walk towards the next section. Yamagata passive aggressively put the matryoshka doll down and follow after you along with Tendou,

"also, we need to find ushijima, i think he's stuck in some section between here...ah there," you stopped walking and turn to your right where you find Ushijima reading a book.

Tendou skipped towards him and smack his shoulder, "you okay, wakatoshi-kun? you sure did took longer to look at the stuff here," while Tendou chats with Ushijima, Yamagata look up at the shelves as something caught his eyes.

he tried to reach it while tip toing but due to his height, he can't reach it. then, he jumped from his spot to grab the object but end up hitting his head onto the board, "AGH, FUCK!" which causes you all to look at him, watching him hold his head while shivering from the pain,

"are you okay, yamagata?" ushijima ask, putting back the book on the shelves, "yeah, yeah, i'm just tryna get that," he shakes his head before pointing up.

you followed his finger and caught a glimpse of an old polaroid. it's a little bit dusty but other than that, it looks new. Ushijima reached it from his spot and managed to grab it, "here,"

he hands it to Yamagata as he instantly recovered from his recent pain and snatch it from Ushijima's hand, subtly thanking him with a grin, "why do you even need a polaroid?" Tendou asked, leaning his arm over Ushijima's shoulder with one brow up,

"pfft, for journaling of course,"

a gust of wind went through you while staring at him with a poker face, the same with Tendou with a small cat like smile. Ushijima just looked the same,

"okay," "WHAT'S WITH THE TONE??" you blinked and just knit your eyebrows, "i mean, since when you started journaling? you're not even the type of person to do something aesthetic,"

he pouted and just crosses his arms, "so what? that doesn't mean i can't do it, right? have faith in me god darn it. and honestly, my journal looks good so far," "well, fine,"

you waved your hand at him and continue going through the other section. and just like that, "hey wait!" Yamagata tailed after you.

Tendou snickered at the two and focus back on Ushijima, who's still watching the display yet again, "have you thought of what to buy wakatoshi-kun?" "i'm not sure, there's a lot of interesting stuff here," "well, you've only been in this section but okay~"

studying

"agh, why did those idiots really have to call me at this time...?"

you groaned, slowly walking through the halls with a slouched figure. tracing your fingers along the wall with a dejected look. you're suppose to sleep today.

an hour or two long sleep. it's finally the weekend which means the time for you to sleep all of your problems away. drifting into slumber with fluffy pillows and warm blankets, enjoying your dream as long as you can.

until your ringtone annoyingly rings next to your ear. you answer the call, and again greeted by the most annoying human in the planet,

"[y/n], we need you at the gym right now!"

"huh? oh fuck off Tendou, i need to sleep right now,"

"nuh uh, you can sleep later after you go to the gym,"

"why? are you, i don't know, practicing or something?"

"you have to find out. if you don't move your ass from that bed, we'll send Hayato to wake you up~"

". . ."

and now, you find yourself standing in front of the door of shiratorizawa's volleyball gym. not only that Tendou wakes you up from your sleep, you also had to WALK all the way from your dorm to the gym,

"i'm gonna add more time to their practices after this..."

sliding the door open, you expect them to be doing serves or maybe spikes.

but instead, you're seeing them—as in the 3rd years—all sitting down at the middle of the court, with books around them.

and what's even more confusing is that they somehow managed to bring a table inside. no, not the flip-able table.

literally a whole ass table.

Reon looks up from his book and notices your figure standing on the door way. he waves his hand at you, you did the same but still with a confused look.

Yamagata was next to see you as he abruptly stand up from his spot, shaking the table in the process,

"Hayato! stop shaking the table," "oops, sorry. ah, wait, [y/n]!"

that caught all of the boys attention as they look at you, "what taking you so long to arrive?" Tendou asked, a pen rested in between his upper lip and nose.

Semi smacked him in the face—earning an 'ow'—before shaking his head,

"their dorm is literally far from the gym, and why do you even proposed your idea of studying at the gym anyway?"

you make your way towards them, Reon patting the empty spot next to him. you sat down on your spot as Yamagata did the same. seemed like he was waiting for you.

Tendou rubbed his nose and pouted at Semi, "this was the best place to study anyway! it have much more room,"

"we should've gone to the cafeteria OR the LIBRARY," Semi groaned, looking back at his book before writing on it,

"pfft, the cafeteria's no fun. and i got banned from the library," Reon looks at Tendou with confusion, "well, it's not surprising,"

Tendou shrugged, "i was also banned from the library," Ushijima said, not looking up from his notes as you knit your eyebrows at that,

"you're also banned from the library? Satori, what did you and Ushijima did—" "anyways, um,"

he cut you off, fidgeting with his pen before pointing it at you, "right, you need to tutor us on this subject~!"

you blinked, looking down at the book they're studying about, "haven't the teacher covered this already?"

"well, i'm sorry, class 6. but we have no idea how this thing works. maybe only Reon, but look at Semi,"

Tendou wrapped his arm around Semi's neck, practically head locking him, "he's from class 1 and i think you should teach him about this the most," "I'll rip your fucking head off, Tendou!"

while both of them tried to strangle each other, Yamagata caught your attention next,

"and also, it won't be fun without you, y'know," Reon nodded, "and don't forget that you can't leave me alone in this,"

"oh right," "hm? what was that?" Yamagata asked. you just shake your head with a defeated smile, "nothing..."

after clearing your throat, you snatched Semi's book away before flipping through the pages,

"okay you scumbags, it's time to learn,"

oblivious enough

the birds chirped from the tree, the hallway's as loud as ever. Semi and Tendou's leaning against the window, each of them drinking apple juice and eating yakisoba bread.

it was silence between them before Semi spoke, "hey, Tendou," "yes Semi-Semi?" "y'know,"

Semi turned his head to look at Tendou as the redhead did the same, "have you, noticed the relationship between [y/n] and Yamagata lately?"

the latter made a thinking face, before nodding, "hm, seems so,"

"do you think, either one of them ever noticed about it?" Tendou shakes his head at the question, "nope, i don't think they do. in fact, they might be completely oblivious to it,"

Semi snickered, "right, like that one time..."

"[y/n], do you think my lips are dry right now?"

you look up from your clipboard, seeing Yamagata pointing his lips, "hm, nah. they're fine, but if you want, i can but on some lip balm,"

his eyes sparkled at that as he nodded his head with excitement, "sure!" you walk towards your bag with Yamagata following you. opening the zipper and search inside it, you pull out your lip balm,

"here, hold still," you put a hand on his cheek while the other applies lip balm onto his lips. it was a slow process but he managed to not move at all while making eye contact with you.

once you finished applying, he pop his lips before humming, "mn, cherry," "let me know if you need anything else,"

he nodded with now flushed cheeks as he smile at you. you did the same, gently patting his arm.

from a distance, Shirabu looks at them with a disgusted look, "ugh, can't they be more subtle about it,"

Kawanishi shrugged, "just let them be,"

"how can i redo my memory? i don't need to see that this early," "well, what if it was us?" "i would be twice as grossed, i can put my own lip balm," "hm yeah, you're right, i honestly would be like that too," "good,"

"haha yeah, now that i think about it, they do it all the time right?" Tendou nodded at Semi's statement before hearing the all too familiar voice just a few meters away from them,

"[y/n]!"

you turned your head around while still sipping your drink. Yamagata stood in front of you, holding out his visibly crumpled necktie with a small smile,

"my necktie!" "ah again? whatever," you give your drink to him as he hold it for you.

grabbing the necktie from his hand, looping it around his collar shirt and started tying it with a concentrated look,

"i can't say that it'll be clean when i finished tying it," "it's okay! that's why i'm asking you to do it, messy or not, at least i have it on," "hm, yeah,"

after you finished tying it and patting it a little, Yamagata hugged you, "thank you!" "yeah, you're welcome,"

the aura literally radiates on the slightly crowded hallway as some of the students who passed you talked among themselves.

Semi and Tendou stared at you two, expressionless eyes but with a small smile,

'ah, right,'

Tendou sighed, intertwining his fingers together and lifting it up to his cheeks, "ah, young love~"

"we're all the same age,"

"young love~"

bonus; reliable kouhai

lifeless.

is what goshiki would say when he took a few glances at you from his book. you promised to tutor him about this subject he's struggling on. but didn't really expect to see your slouched form walking inside the library.

he's not even sure if you even hear anything you're saying right now, "get a shovel and two-" your head hit the table, creating a loud sound and catching the attention of almost everyone inside the library,

"[y/n]-senpai, um, are you okay??" you groaned and rapidly blink your eyes, covering your forehead, "yeah, 'm just..."

a yawn escaped from your mouth before you can even finish your sentence, "...tired. those stupid senpais of yours need help tutoring too even tho being grown ass men,"

goshiki closes his book and creating a small 'thump', snapping you out from your mind,

"well, if that so then you didn't have to come, you could've just tell me and i would be fine with it!" your hoarse laugh caught him off guard as a shade of red ran across his cheeks, "i can't break a promise, tsutomu. why do you even think i agree on tutoring you?"

"uh, cause you want to help me with my studies?" "one of it, and cause i enjoy tutoring you," he can feel his cheeks heating up more when you made eye contact with him, a small smile laced upon your face,

"and honestly, you're smarter than i thought. class 4 right? that's cool," he looked away, trying to calm his nerves down, "t-thanks! a lot of people thought i was in a lower class, so i, i appreciate it,"

goshiki took a peek at you, now burying your face onto your face, "also, senpai," "hm?"

"you should take a nap for now, i think i can start understanding this formula," you slightly look up at him, "you sure? i was prolly talking craps just now," "yeah! your health is more important anyway,"

you hum, offering him a warm smile, "thanks, i know i can count on you," you rested onto your side and close your eyes. lips slightly parted and just like that, you're deep in your dreams.

he pursed his lips, slowly leaning against the table to look at your face. it's calm, peaceful and beautiful, kissable lips. he wonder if he could lean in a little closer until you two-

goshiki instantly jolted up and hit himself on the head, face's covered in the color red, 'no! don't think about that, curse you Tendou-San for introducing me to those mangas...'

Tendou's faces ran across his mind as he grunted,

'why're they so pretty??'

[beau-draws-and-cries]

Third-first kiss - Raeda oneshot

Summary:   Raine and Eda finally are reunited  

Rating: Teen and up audiences

Tags: Mutual pining, fluff, yearning

AO3 link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/33629347

 Raine wouldn't wake up and that was driving Eda crazy. The tattoo had paralyzed them and to get rid of the red vine-like stuff, they had to scrape the tattoo with fire magic, their wrist still healing from the burn, wrapped in bandages and healing herbs. They briefly woke up when rescued, just to register what was happening and then passed out, to stay 4 days like that, and that was making her bite her inner cheek and lips, walk around the house like crazy and check on them every ten minutes or so.

 When asked about who they were (besides a coven head) Eda just blurted out that they were old friends, but King and Luz obviously caught on something more intimate than that for the way she would touch their cheek and gently rubbed it (then feel bad about it and get away from them for approximately 7 minutes and 34 seconds), and the way she kneeled besides the couch they were in and softly ask then to please, please wake up.

 Eda wouldn't deny she was losing hope over being reunited with them again. Of course she wouldn't get nice things, nothing never worked out for her. She was cursed, not only as the Owl Beast, but to be alone forever, because she just wasn't good enough for things like this. Not good enough to have someone as sweet as Raine with her.

 "Hey, Eda." Luz called her "How are they?"

 "Their breath is steady.... Also heartbeat. But they haven't woken up yet." She muttered, looking at their face. God, they were so lovely without their glasses. They sure got old, but they still were cute (and hot) as hell, Eda hated to admit it. They seemed to get old in a much healthier way than Eda (after all, the curse made her look older than she was) and they still had that spark of life they had when Eda dated them back in their young years.

 God, they were so handsome.

 King sat down beside her, with a book on demonics that Luz checked out from the library for him.

 "We decided to check on them with you! I brought a book."

 Eda sighed, petting King.

 "Thank you, King."

 When the night fell, Luz got her sleeping bag and put it near the couch, and Eda installed her blankets beside her. King cuddled on Luz and fell asleep quickly, and Luz, who had promised to stay awake to make company to Eda, ended up dozing off.

 But Eda couldn't sleep.

 She decided then to talk to the Owl Beast, to make sure they wouldn't freak out and turn into owl beast when Raine eventually ditched them (because that was what Eda had sure about Raine, that after that terrible breakup,they would never love her again) and she would have to be Raine's friend and ex. Agh, thinking about it before didn't make the possibility any better. She closed her eyes.

     Owl beast?     She called, afraid.      Listen, you know Raine. Last time they broke up with us, you freaked out and that made them go away. Raine saying they don't want to be with us isn't the end of the world, ok? Please, let's try to remain calm. I don't wanna lose them again.  

 The owl beast seemed to pay attention. They made an agreeing sound that was a deep snarl, they were talking more lately, even on regular days.

 She ended up dozing off while that, sitting down, with her head near Raine's arm.

 She dreamt of Raine again. The dream was less real than the ones she had drugged, but they were still real enough to make her heart ache at the possibility of being together with Raine again. Now she had her own owlets (adopted, not hers hers, but still her owlets and she would kill for Luz and King), and she dreamt of a calm life with Raine. Maybe even another adopted owlet, if they wished for. She would do anything to make Raine stay, she would be honest at every step she took, she would tell the truth and the truth only, she didn't care what, she would do it---

 There was something playing with her hair when she woke up. She barely registered, thinking it was King.

 "Eda? Is that you?" The voice was hoarse, kinda weird, but Eda would recognize that voice anywhere. She woke up quickly, looking at Raine.

 "Raine?" Her voice trembled with emotion, almost becoming a sob.

 "Good morning, Calamity." They muttered, coughing a bit "Missed me?"

 "RAINSTORM!" She sobbed, jumping on the couch to hug them, ending up on top of a very giggly and blushed Raine "Oh my god I missed you so much I thought I was going to--- I thought I would never see you again, Raine, oh my Titan, I will hug you tight and never let go again." She was interrupted by sobs, Raine hugging back tightly as well, huge tears streaming down their face.

 (The last time she saw tears this size was when they had a fight while drunk)

 But now they were happy to be reunited, and when they stopped the reunion, Eda blushed and got away from them.

 (But not that much, she couldn’t stand the idea of being distant once again. A hand still was on their cheek)

 "Sorry, I got carried away."

 "Hey, it's no problem." Raine muttered, blushed as well.

 (Raine couldn't deny that this was the person he most loved on the world and they would do anything to have her again)

 "Do you need something? Water, food,  violin, to kill who hurted you?" She joked. Old Eda was back, smiling widely and still wiping tears.

 (Gosh, she was so pretty, so breathtaking.)

 "I would like some food and water. I am feeling like the saddest raisin you have ever seen." Raine chuckled, trying to look around. Eda helped them to sit up on the couch, by hugging them and slowly bringing them up.

 (The contact made both blush and Raine was holding back from kissing her)

 Luz woke up during that, and she gasped.

 "THEY'RE AWAKE!" She commemorated it.

 "Awake and apparently alive." Raine smiled, recognizing Luz from Eda's picture. They saw King snoring on her lap. Eda went to the kitchen, to get Raine a decent meal, and came back with what used to be their favorite meal when they hung out together. Raine smiled and took the plate, slowly eating, since they had spent 4 days with food, testing the waters slowly about what would make them feel good or bad. The food was being accepted, apparently, so they kept eating, in silence.

 (Eda couldn’t be more than 10 feet apart for them for too long)

 (Raine wouldn’t stop grabbing Eda’s hand when she was around)

 Slowly, the mood in the house got better. Raine was recovering from being knocked out, slowly going back to stand up and walk around the house. They still used the couch to sleep.

 (But Eda was sleeping on the floor next to them every night)

 King and Luz witnessed the long stares at each other, the soft touches, the tension between the two, something that Luz would call “Pining” from her human fictions, and King thought that was the most annoying thing ever.

 Raine would laugh and Eda would give them the most in love expression ever, then they would blush and look away.

 (They looked like teens having their first crushes)

 Luz and King were just seeing this mutual yearning between the two, which was very fun to watch but was getting embarrassing pretty quickly.

 “Agh, my back.” Eda stretched, making a worryingly loud cracking noise, and Raine rubbed their neck, also trying to get rid of the pain they were having because of the couch. They smiled weakly, having their breakfast.

 “We are getting old.” They said, and King huffed.

 “There are easier ways to sleep next to each other, you know.”

 This made both of them blush, and Eda sipped her apple blood loudly, Raine looked at their breakfast with an entirely red face, trying to make it less noticeable.

 “King.” Eda just said that, as a warning.

 “What? You guys have been on this for 2 weeks, I think Eda’s nest has enough space for two. Then you guys won’t be in pain everyday because of sleeping in places that aren’t made for sleeping.”

 “King we-- Huh, I don’t want to talk about this now.” She was blushing in a deep red tone. Raine quickly got up from their chair, almost knocking over their own mug.

 “S-sorry.” They put the mug on the table again. “Huh, I will be going, uh, STUFF.” They couldn’t talk right, quickly leaving the kitchen.

 Eda sighed, looking at them leaving, still embarrassed.

 “I CAN HELP WITH THE TUNNEL OF LOVE.” Hooty suddenly yelled, making Eda jump on her skin, and blushing more “I AM AN EXPERT ON MAKING PEOPLE DATE.”

 “No! No tunnel of love!” Eda shouted “Last time it almost didn’t go right!”

 “Yeah, it’s better to let them go at their own time.” Luz said, looking at Hooty “Sorry.”

 "It's okay!" Hooty yelled and then left.

 It's not that Eda didn't want Raine. Eda wanted Raine a bit too much, she wanted to kiss them, to cuddle them, to have every inch of them for her and for her only. That was her Rainstorm, and she would do      anything     to get them back.

 Later, Luz said she was going to hang out with Amity, while King was passed out on the couch. Eda was fixing dinner, and Raine was sitting on the kitchen table, and everytime they and Eda crossed their eyes, they blushed and looked away. Hooty appeared on the window, looking at that.

 "You know, my idea of a tunnel of love is still up if you---" Eda didn't let him finish the sentence, quickly closing the window on his face.

 "Those old house demons, am I right?" She let out a shy laugh, red all over her cheeks and now ears too. She was finishing to fry some meat with vegetables and make pasta for them.

 "Yeah, hum, those house demons." Raine muttered, looking at Eda. This took some seconds to end, with both looking away "So, hum, you're a single mom?"

 "Yeah, apparently. After you, no ex wanted a cursed girlfriend, you know." Eda laughed it off, but it really bothered her "I apparently couldn't get pregnant as well, and well, I thought King was a pet at first. He's trying to contact his real family…. Then Luz just came into my life. She still is going to go back to her real mom, but…. I am happy to have them here for the time being."

 Raine nodded, now the self-sacrifice made sense. Many things were spiraling onto his head, Eda would make them dizzy.

 (Like it was the first time having a crush)

 "You know, there's nothing sexier than a single mom." They teased.

 "Is that flirting, Rainstorm? Aren't we too old for that?" She snorted, getting a noodle from the pan to test if it was ready.

 "Just if you are too old for that." They looked at her, dreamy expression and thinking about how they could finally be together, even if they weren't in a relationship.

 "I haven't had a partner for 3 years now, I think I am doing well by myself." She noticed what she said and tried to correct herself. "I mean, I suppose that if someone was really nice, they could stay. I am not set in stone, like you know."

 "Oh, so you're waiting for your enchanted prince?" Raine smirked, playing with some napkins on the table.

 "No! That was when I had like, ten! I have changed since then. But you know me, I…. I always wanted a big family until… This happened." She pointed at the gemstone, which was entirely black "And since I can't use magic anymore, well, things got harder. Luz taught me glyphs, but they aren't as powerful.

 "I can imagine that not being the most powerful witch on the Boiling Isles anymore sucks." Raine gave her an understanding look, not pity, but understanding. It made Eda feel safer.

     See, Owlet, we're being comforted. Doesn't that feel good? Doesn't it feel safe?     She silently told the owl beast. She was getting better at talking to them without much effort. And Owlet sounded a lot better than Owl Beast, less scary.

 "Yeah, but I'll fix it as I can, you know? Since Luz and King came into my life, things have gotten better. I am not more mature, and well, you tell me the difference."

 "What's a heart without responsibility?" Raine muttered, smiling "I am so, so happy you have grown as a person."

 (Raine couldn't stop thinking about the when they reunited, while she met the BATs and at some point during the time Eda joined them and Raine wss captured, they ended up making out in some alley, like teens again, hidden, and then they didn't touch the subject anymore)

 "C'mon, not all the credit for me. I learned with you that I shouldn't keep secrets. And talk about stuff." She was finishing mixing the pasta with the sauce, getting it on two plates. "King and Luz had a part in it. I started to deal with the curse better….. And well, now I can turn into Harpy Eda? It's like me but 100% hotter."

 "Woah, I can't even begin to imagine how you would be able to be hotter than you already are." Raine grinned, that was to bring her self-esteem up.

 "Silly witch. I can show you later. When we rescued you, I was like Harpy Eda but I don't think you had the time to see it."

 "Unfortunately, no, I was busy." They joked.

 "Too busy to witness my hottest version? Damn, that must be some serious business." She sat on the table with them, plates ready. Raine thanked Eda for the food, starting to eat slowly, and they ended up in silence until they finished the pasta.

 "Hey, Eda?" They muttered, now red "King is probably right, about the bed thing. Maybe you should go back to using your nest." They took a deep breath, looking at the empty place "And if you don't mind…. Could I sleep with you? I mean that's totally okay if you don't want to and it's totally okay if you think that's too much, I can--"

 "Of course, Rainstorm. Well, a nest isn't a mattress, but…."

 "You say it as we didn't share it like, a million times before." Raine smiled, and they hoped that sleeping on the same bed could end up making them re-tie.

 That was a bad plan, they thought as the sleeping time was almost there. Luz had come back home, rambling about Amity but all that Raine could think was that it was an extremely bad idea to ask Eda to sleep with her. That was the worst idea they ever had and it would blow directly into their face when---

 "Hey, Rainstorm? Are you ok?" Eda asked, worried. They were clenching their fists and entirely red. Luz had moved to her bedroom with King already, saying that she would get ready to sleep.

 "I-- I just was t-thinking…. Huh, I a-asked to sleep with you but n-not that way, I mean, unless you want??? I am sorry sorry I am just an anxious mess!" They hide their face, rubbing their eyes.

 Eda blushed as well. Well, she thought they would just sleep as friends, but now it was more than obvious that Raine was thinking about more than just the friendly cuddling.

 "Raine, it's ok! To be honest, it's cute." She was being sincere, and she took their hands out of their face. "You're cute."

 Raine gently squeezed her hands, looking at her skin. Both had hands that were worn by time and by their experiences. They felt old, but still somehow in a young way. Raine liked to feel the roughness on her hands, and the little scars she had from working as a trash collector.

 "I missed you, Calamity."

 "I missed you too, Rainstorm." She muttered, close to their face. They could feel her breath mixing with theirs and the heat emanating from her skin, that felt so right, their heart skipping a few beats, their mind a mess from many feelings mixed about this.

 They couldn't deny, they      wanted     it. Not like a small desire, but as something taking over their whole body and mind. They      needed     her.

 "Can we go to the bedroom?" Eda whispered. If she was going to have their third-first kiss, she was not going to do it in the living room with Luz's abomination track homework there. It had to be soft and cute. They were finally reuniting after all of those years. It had to be special.

 They silently climbed the stairs, holding hands and giving each other caring looks. Soon, they were in the bedroom, and Eda found pillows for Raine, and laid down on the nest, turned to each other and exchanged tender touches and cuddles.

 "I thought this would never happen." Eda muttered, with a finger going through Raine's arm "When was the last time we laid down in peace? Like, without the lingering feeling of 'this relationship isn't going to last?'. It feels like an eternity."

 "We just pushed that last 2 years because we were afraid of breaking up, didn't we." Raine sighed.

 "I would say that it doesn't matter now…. But it does matter. I am sorry for never telling the truth and pushing you away." Eda whispered, not looking at them "I wanted to protect you, I couldn't understand why someone so sweet as you was with such a monster like me."

 "Eda, you weren't a monster. You were just a hurt person. I felt so bad for abandoning you when  you most needed me…." Raine closed their eyes, trying to control the tears. They felt bad to this day because of it.

 "Hey, hey. It wouldn't be healthy for us to continue going like that, ok? It's not your fault. We grew as people because of that, and… and I think that right now, we can try to build something better." She looked at them, hopeful of a positive reaction. Raine didn't answer, pulling them closer and kissing her like that was the thing they most desired in the world and they would die without it.

 (That was how they felt about it)

 Eda kissed back, surprised but with the same intensity, getting Raine closer, all the closeness didn't seem enough at this moment. That was supposed to be a cute third-first kiss, but Eda didn't mind that it was hungry instead. She discovered she was hungry to have them again as well, she wanted them up close and personal, she wanted everything they had to give, she loved Raine, and Raine loved her and that was the truth and the only thing that existed right now, even the bedroom seemed to disappear around them while they finally got the proximity they yearned for so long.

 When they stopped to catch their breaths, Eda only smiled.

 "Wow."

 "Wow." Raine agreed, blushing and hiding their face on Eda’s chest. Eda cuddled them, grinning ear to ear.

 “So, can I call you my partner?”

 “Only if you accept to be my girlfriend.” Raine muttered.

 What a beautiful way to end their day.

[ejzah]

A/N: I was hoping I wouldn’t have to do this, but here’s yesterday’s Whumptober post since ff.net is still having issues off and on. Sorry for clogging up your feeds with all my posts about this.

***

“Deeks, sit rep!” Callen shouted over comms as Deeks grunted loudly in pain. It wasn’t the first time he’d requested an update. Deeks punched one of the two gunmen trying to corner him, slamming the guy into the concrete wall and managed a breathless,

“Oh, I’m fantastic.” The other guy, who had a severe buzz cut and three inches on Deeks, stalked closer while he surveyed the situation. He’d lost his gun fighting the first gunman; it had flown somewhere across the room. It was too far away for Deeks to make a run for it and he was only armed with his knife now. “Actually, some back up might be nice,” he decided.

“Ok, we’re on our way.” As he dropped into a crouch to avoid his opponent’s roundhouse kick, Deeks hoped they came quickly.

***

“Stay down!” Deeks shouted, digging his knee into his opponent’s back. The guy kept jerking, nearly dislodging Deeks’ hold. It was taking all his strength to keep him down.

He panted as he leaned over the man. A couple of drops of blood fell from his nose, landing on the guy’s shirt, and spread into oblong dots.

The man underneath him roared and flipped onto his back, using the force to slam Deeks into the ground. His head made a sharp crack as it hit the concrete and Deeks instantly lost his grip, all his attention now focused on staying conscious.

He didn’t even see the first kick coming, but he certainly felt it. The breath rushed from his lungs and he gasped, curling into the fetal position for a second.

The guy must have been wearing steel-toed boots, because every kick felt like it was pulverizing Deeks’ insides. Deeks let his body go limp, not needing to fake his labored breathing.

He kicked Deeks in the stomach a couple more time, apparently just for the fun of it. Deeks didn’t move, letting his head fall back. His opponent looked over him and grinned, pulling out a sharp looking knife. As he bent forward, Deeks thrust himself forward and used the momentum to ram the man straight into a concrete pillar.

It was enough to stun him and Deeks dove for his gun, grasping the handle and rolling onto his back just as the door to the floor burst open and Sam rushed in, immediately followed by Callen and Kensi.

“On your knees!” Sam shouted, aiming his automatic rifle at Deeks’ opponent, who was just stumbling to his feet. He snarled, but dropped to his knees without a fight.

“Oh, sure. Now you come after I do all the work,” Deeks muttered breathlessly, wincing as he tried to sit up. Kensi rushed to his side, her hands quickly running over his torso as she eyed him with concerned.

“Deeks, are you ok? No, don’t get up,” she said, pressing on his shoulder.

“I’m fine,” he insisted. His head felt like someone had, well, shoved it into a wall and his ribs were on fire, but he didn’t think it was any worse than he’d had before.

“It sounded like he was knocking the crap out of you,” Callen commented, offering Deeks a hand.

“I, agh,” He gasped as his abdomen protested the sudden movement and stood in a hunched position for a minute, waiting for the pain to subside while Kensi hovered over him. “I was just, uh, lulling him into a false sense of security.”

“Sure you were,” Sam said as he finished handcuffing the Deeks’ opponent and jerked him to his feet. He glared at Deeks again, baring his teeth. Deeks winked at him and grinned, knowing that his teeth, coated with blood, would be a nasty sight.

“Kens, you take Deeks to the emergency. We’ll handle these two guys.”

As Kensi wrapped her arm around his waist, he tried not stumble.

***

Deeks shifted uncomfortably, stretching his torso to relieve some of the pressure. His trip to the ER had been uneventful with a diagnosis of bruised ribs, as he’d expected, and a couple stitches to his bottom lip.

The attending doctor, an overworked looking man who could have been anywhere between 30 and 40, had given him a script for prescription strength Tylenol. So far the three pills he’d taken hadn’t soaked in.

“You almost finished?” Kensi asked, coming up behind him and resting her chin on his shoulder.

“Yeah, I just need to send my after case, incident, and my injury reports to LAPD,” he said.

“I’m so glad I don’t have to fill out reports for two agencies.”

“Your sense of sympathy is remarkable,” Deeks drawled with a grin. He tilted his head back for a kiss and then turned back to his work.

It was after 8 by the time they got home and Deeks was absolutely wiped. It felt like every part of his body had been pummeled with a meat tenderizer. He gingerly tugged off his jacket, which reignited the fiery pain in his lower abdomen.

Kensi flipped on a few lights, took Monty for a quick bathroom trip, and then started rooting around in the fridge and cupboards.

“Ok, your choices are leftover Pho or my famous peanut butter and jelly sandwiches.”

“I think I’ll pass on dinner,” he said, shuffling to the stairs. Kensi paused in the process of filling two bowls with soup, already having guessed his normal preference.

“Are you sure? You haven’t eaten all day.”

“I really just want to sleep.” He was exhausted and laying down sounded blissful.

Kensi frowned, but didn’t push any further and dumped one of the bowls back into the takeout container. She joined him at the foot of the stairs and gently wrapped her arms around him in a hug.

“Ok. I’ll be up in a little bit,” she told him, punctuating her words with a kiss. Deeks grinned for the first time in several hours. If he wasn’t so sore and tired, he would seriously consider starting something.

He ran his nose along the length of Kensi’s jaw and across her cheek. Kensi made an incredibly sexy sound in the back of her throat as he teased her lips apart. Cupping the back of her head, he kissed her thoroughly. Kensi’s arms came around him again, pulling him against her. He yelped at the sudden pain the slight pressure had caused in his entire abdomen.

“I’m fine, I’m fine,” he insisted as Kensi instantly jerked away, her hands fluttering over him once again. “It’s just my ribs.”

“That’s not good, babe,” Kensi said with a frown. “If it still hurts this much tomorrow, I’m taking you back to the doctor.”

“I’ll feel better once I lay down.”

***

An hour or so later, Kensi had finished dinner, taken Monty for a quick walk, and paid a couple bills. She hadn’t heard any sound since Deeks went upstairs. When she checked their room, she found him laying on his back amid a nest of pillows.

She was reassured to see him sound asleep. Careful not to wake him, she pressed a kiss to his forehead. His skin was warm and smelled faintly of sweat and blood. He must have been extremely tired to forego a shower.

She changed and slipped into bed beside him, resting a hand on his chest. Deeks sighed a little in his sleep, but didn’t move.

Kensi woke up suddenly, blinking in the darkness. She automatically swept her hand over Deeks’ side of the bed and found it empty.

Frowning, she sat up and glanced around the room, noticing the stream of light coming from under the bathroom door. There was nothing unusual about Deeks using the bathroom in the middle of the night, but her stomach clenched with unexpected foreboding as she approached the door.

“Babe, you ok in there?” she asked quietly, tapping on the door. He didn’t answer so she tapped again and heard the unmistakable sound of retching. She yanked the door open without and gasped as she saw him bent over the toilet. “Deeks,” she murmured, rushing to his side.

He weakly turned his head, his eyes glassy and skin visibly sweaty. Kensi brushed his damp hair back from his forehead, her concern mounting as she felt his burning skin. She didn’t need a thermometer to know he had a fever.

“I don’t feel very good,” he mumbled hoarsely, flinching as he shifted minutely.

“How bad does your stomach hurt?”

“It’s killing me. I took some antacids, but it just made it worse.” His words were becoming more slurred and his head drooped. “Feels like something’s gonna explode.”

Kensi wrapped her arms around his torso, easing him back against her chest. He still whimpered, his entire body shaking with the effort to support himself at all. This was definitely more than just bruised ribs.

She lifted his damp shirt, revealing his stomach and upper chest.

“Oh my god,” she murmured. Dark, almost black bruises covered the majority of his abdomen. They were the worst on his right, lower side. “Ok, we need to get to the hospital now.”

“Ok,” he muttered, not questioning her. His face drained of color as he pushed himself up on shaking arms and for a moment Kensi was worried he was going to pass out.

She helped him sit on the bed, reluctant to leave him alone. He seemed unaware of her worry, consumed with holding himself upright, one arm loosely wrapped around his middle.

“I’m going to grab your shoes and the keys. Don’t move.”

By the time they were on their way to the hospital, Kensi could tell that the pain was getting worse. She sped down the quiet streets of their neighborhood, praying that an unsuspecting police officer wouldn’t try to pull them over.

“Ok, baby, we’re almost there,” she told him, more for her own sake than his, as she parked haphazardly in front of the emergency entrance. Deeks made it through the door on his own, but Kensi knew the effort had cost him. She got him situated in a chair in the waiting area and he groaned again, curling in on himself.

There was one nurse on duty behind the front desk, paging through a file. She didn’t look up as Kensi approached, consumed with her task. Kensi smacked her hand against the top of the counter and the nurse looked up in dismay and then annoyance.

“My husband needs to be checked out immediately,” Kensi said, gesturing to where Deeks was stretched into an awkward position in an attempt to find some relief. “He was kicked in the stomach earlier today and now he has severe bruising and stomach pain.”

Picking up on the urgency in her tone, the nurse pulled a stethoscope from around her neck and hurried towards Deeks.

“When did you say he was kicked?” she asked. Deeks didn’t resist when she lifted his shirt and pressed the chest piece to his lower abdomen. He jerked reflexively when she pushed a little harder, gripping the arm of the chair so tightly his nails bit into the fabric.

“Um, about 12 hours ago.”

“Any other symptoms?”

“He has a fever and nausea. He threw up earlier. We went to the ER and the doctor said it was just bruised ribs, but I think it’s something else,” Kensi explained, feeling helpless as the nurse gave Deeks a cursory examination.

“Does it hurt when I push here?” She directed this question to Deeks, who hissed loudly when she lightly palpitated the most bruised area.

“Son-of-a,” he muttered.

“I’ll take that as a yes,” she said grimly, turning back to Kensi. “I’ll have someone bring a wheelchair and get a doctor to see your husband as soon as possible. You can fill out his paperwork while we wait.”

***

Kensi walked down the hall, chewing on her bottom lip as she clutched Deeks’ phone to her chest. A doctor had come to evaluate Deeks about 20 minutes after they arrived and after another brief examination and a few questions, ordered a CT scan.

The doctor hadn’t seemed overly concerned until the results had come back. Then all hell broke loose. Suddenly Deeks was transferred to a gurney while the doctor pulled her aside and quickly explained that he thought Deeks was suffering from internal bleeding or a ruptured organ. She’d barely had time to kiss Deeks before he was wheeled off for emergency surgery.

Kensi had been pacing ever since; she was exhausted, but if she sat down, she knew the fear would overwhelm her. God, she hadn’t even had the chance to say “I love you” and her mind was filled with the image of his sweaty, pained face.

“Mrs. Deeks?” She spun around, rushing over to the doctor who performed Deeks’ surgery.

“Dr. Andrews, is he alright?” she demanded.

“We had to remove his appendix, but the surgery went well.”

“His appendix,” Kensi repeated and Dr. Andrews nodded.

“The trauma he received inflamed his appendix and over the course of the day, the organ became infected, causing acute appendicitis,” he explained, handing her a image from the CT scan and indicating the spot where his appendix had been. It was a darkened mass that Kensi, even with her limited knowledge, knew should not be there.

“Oh my god.” She could only imagine the force Deeks was kicked with to cause that type of damage and she felt slightly nauseous.

“Some of the surrounding tissue and other organs sustained fairly significant inflammation as well, so we will want to monitor him for a couple days.”

“So he could need more surgery?” she asked a little faintly.

“In my professional opinion, it’s unlikely. We just want to be sure.” When Kensi continued to look worried, he touched her shoulder, his expression kindly. “Your husband is going to be fine,” he assured her. “You can go in and see him now if you’d like.”

He was still unconscious when she entered his room, attached to several IV’s and a heart monitor, with an oxygen mask over his face.

She stepped right up to the bed, but hesitated to touch him. He looked so fragile with all the wires trailing from his body and a large white bandage covering a good portion of his midsection. She contented herself with running her fingers through his hair.

His eyes fluttered at her touch, opening completely when she gently cupped his cheek. Slowly Deeks opened his eyes completely, glancing around the room in mild confusion before he landed on her.

“Hey,” he murmured hoarsely. He frowned at the oxygen mask and clumsily took it off.

“Hey, baby. How’re you feeling?” she asked, tugging a chair towards the bed and sitting down.

“Like someone pulled my insides out and stuffed them back in.”

“Well, I guess they kind of did. They had to take your appendix out.”

“Huh.” He glanced down at his bare torso, poking at the bandage. “I wonder if I’ll have a big scar,” he said.

“It doesn’t matter. I’m just glad you’re going to be alright,” she said. Deeks gave her a lazy grin.

“But just think of my beautiful golden skin, marred by a big, nasty scar. The women will be mourning in the streets.”

“Oh my god, you are so stupid.” She leaned forward, pressing her forehead against his and rested her hand over the center of his chest, reassured by the steady beat of his heart. His skin was still a little warmer than normal. “I was really scared,” she whispered.

He laid his hand over hers, applying gentle pressure.

“Me too,” he admitted. “But I’m ok.” He shifted his head slightly and kissed her. “Thanks for making sure I didn’t explode.”

Kensi laughed wetly, cupping his cheek.

“Anytime.” They stayed like that for several minutes until Deeks started to blink sleepily. “Do you need anything?” she asked.

“I’m a little chilly.”

“I’ll see if there’s an extra blanket.” Deeks grabbed her hand a little tighter, tugging lightly.

“Or we could snuggle,” he suggested with an impish smirk. Kensi eyed his bandages, reluctant to risk hurting him. “Are you really going to let me lay here and freeze.” He lifted the edge of his blanket in a clear invitation. Rolling her eyes, Kensi crawled in beside him, carefully arranging her arms around him. When they were settled, Deeks sighed, pressing his nose into her hair.

It was hardly comfortable, with the safety bar digging into her back and the constant beeping, but Kensi was content to lie there all night. She’d nearly lost Deeks again and she wasn’t about to stray too far.

***

A/N: Am I playing fast and loose with science and medicine again? Why yes I am. While rare, blunt abdominal trauma has been known to cause appendicitis on occasion.

I also based Deeks’ symptoms on my own experience with a twisted ovary, which was originally misdiagnosed as appendicitis and a couple cousins who actually did have acute appendicitis and required surgery.

[abbyilr1967]

I Only Followed Orders - Dean x Reader

Summary: You are a recruiter for a vampire pack. Sent into a sleazy bar one night to pick up your owners next victim, you make the unfortunate mistake of picking out one of the most famous hunters known to monster kind. 

Warnings: swearing, drinking, slight violence

Word Count: 1k

As you walk into the bar, you fix your posture and adjust the skimpy little outfit that your owners force you to wear whenever you go out looking for their next victim. It became second nature to you, having to put on a show for some poor sucker, then dragging them all the way back to the nest of vamps waiting for their next meal. You had learned how to tune it out, the sounds of their screams as they are sucked dry. But the anticipation of having to go through with it was enough to make you want to vomit sometimes. 

When you enter the bar you take a quick survey of the area, looking for someone who is tall and fit. So they won’t need you to go out again. You make your way over to the bar, taking a seat on the barstool. You take another scan of the bar and make eye contact with a tall dark drink of water sitting over in a booth with another taller man. You watch as he scans you up and down slowly. You make effort in arching your back and showing off your best features. While trying to look innocent at the same time. Again, it’s like you’re on autopilot. When his eyes meet yours again you smile and turn away. Knowing that he’s gonna make his way over to you any minute now. 

“Hey Sweetheart,” he says coming to sit beside you at the bar.

‘Right on queue’ you think to yourself.

“How’s bout I buy you a drink,” he says smoothly. 

“Sure,” you start. “Do it also come with your company as well?” you ask. 

“Sweetheart, its a package deal,” he says. This is too easy you think. “What do you like?” he asks. 

“Scotch, neat,” you tell the bartender. The man gives you an impressed look. 

“Make that two,” he says. The bartender starts on your orders, and the man turns to face you. 

“What’s your name princess,” he asks. 

“Y/n,” you tell him. “What’s yours handsome?” you ask in return. 

“Dean,” the bartender sets your drinks down in front of you and you bring the rim of the glass to your lips. You take the dark liquor down in one swallow, making sure to emphasize it. He’s giving you that impressed look again.

“So Y/n, what's a girl like you, doing in a place like this?” he asks. 

“Looking for some fun,” you say, looking him up and down slowly. 

“What about you?” you ask. “Someone as good lookin as yourself must have a girl to go home to,” you say looking down at your empty glass.  

“Nope,” he says bluntly. “I’m just looking to have some fun myself,” he says with his eyes trained on your lips. 

He swallows down the last of his drink. You start to get up from the barstool. Moving around behind him, you whisper close in his ear. 

“Let’s go back to my place,” he turns to face you, lips centimeters away from each other. 

“Meet me out by the cherry red jeep,” you say before slowly turning around to walk towards the door. 

You can hear him behind you quickly taking out his wallet to pay for your drinks. As you reach the door you can hear him throw what sounds like car keys to his friend over in the booth. You slowly start to saunter towards your car, making sure to sway your hips a little more than usual. You hear his come up behind you as you get to the driver side door of your car, he places his hands on your hips and presses quick kisses to your neck. 

“Where to princess?” he asks.

“Just get in the car,” you say playfully. 

He reluctantly lets go of you and heads to the passenger’s side of the car. He slips in next to you. 

“How far is your place baby,” he starts. “Because I don’t know how long I’ll be able to keep my hand off of you for,” he says in a husky voice. 

“Not too far,” you reply, and off you were. 

~

Once you had turned onto the long dirt road that leads to the farmhouse the nest lives on you see out of the corner of your eye that Dean’s body language had changed. 

“I know it looks creepy, but this was my parent’s farm, they left it to me,” you say as a cover for the creepy looking farmhouse you called home.

“Oh,” he says. 

You stop the car, and you both rush to get out. You lead start to lead him towards the house. 

“So baby,” Dean starts as you feel his hands roam your body. “What do you have in store for-” and his sentence is suddenly interrupted by your alpha vamp bashing him on the back of the head. 

“Good job precious,” he says to you has two other vamps come to pick him up and drag him towards the barn. “Such a good little girl,” he whispers in your ear. 

“Can I go now please,” you ask nervously as his hand comes to rest on the back of your neck.. 

“Go back to the barn and get changed, you’ll be watching our prisoner until he wakes,” he says as he presses his thumb into the bite marks you’ve been hiding under the makeup. 

“Agh,” you groan. “Yes, sir.” 

By the time you’ve reached the barn, Dean has already been tied to the post in the middle of the barn. You can see the stream of blood flowing from the back of his head. Once you’ve changed your clothes, you take an old cloth and get wet it with the hose. You go back over to Dean and begin to clean his head wound. They never come out to the barn until you tell them that the victim had woken up. So they never see you cleaning whichever wounds are afflicted upon them. As your cleaning the wound you feel him start to wake. 

“What the hell,” he says groggily. 

“Shshshshsh,” you say. “Stay quiet, they’ll hear you,” you say. 

“What the hell did you do to me,” he says angrily. His eyes are fully open now. 

“I had too,” you whisper. And as if on queue the alpha vamp burst through the door. 

“What are you doing,” he shouts while walking over to you. He grabs a fist full of your hair and yanks you away from Dean. 

“Hey! Let her go!” Dean yells. 

“What were you doing,” the alpha asks you. “You know not to play with our food,” 

“I’m sorry,” you whimper. “I-I-I-” you say trying to come up with an excuse. 

“Maybe I might just have to feast on you as punishment for your disobedience,” the alpha spits in your face. 

Dean is struggling against his restraints as you struggle against the hold of the alpha. 

“Please don’t,” you cry. “Not again.” 

“Don’t touch her!” Dean shouts, catching the attention of your captor. 

“Why not?” he asks. “It’s not like you can do anything to stop me,” the alpha’s fangs come dangerously close to your neck.

Dean is struggling even more with his restraints, trying to break free of them. 

“Do whatever you want to me,” Dean tries to bargain. “Leave her alone,” 

“I’m not sure you’ll be as fun to torment as her,” he says before sinking his fangs into your neck. 

You scream as you feel the blood begin to leak out of your wound. You quickly start to become lightheaded, and then you hit the floor. You could barely understand what was happening around you. You try to sit up and has your consciousness begins to fade in an out, you see what looks like Dean beheading the alpha vamp. 

“Dean?” you whimper on the ground. “Dean?” 

“I’m here, let’s go, sweetheart,” he says as he picks you up bridal style and starts to run towards your car. You can hear him under his breath, mumbling “Shit” as he runs. When he reaches your car, he wretches the passenger side door open and sets you down in it. Dean jumps in the driver’s seat and quickly starts the car. 

“Hold on sweetheart, I’m going to get you home,” he says as the car speeds down the road.

[mysweetestcreature]

Tomorrow Never Knows (President!Harry) Chapter 3: Bloom

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Monday, September 22, 2008

        Monday morning comes quicker than expected, but for Y/n, it couldn’t have come soon enough. All weekend the only thing she could think about was how Harry had been so close –– literally so close –– to kissing her in her living room. How she pretended to be calm in front of her family all weekend utterly baffles her. 

       The last time she’d had a crush so tremendous had been in the summer after sixth grade when her mom had signed them up for a mother-daughter cooking class, and one of the mom’s had brought her son by mistake. He was a year older and could make the most delicious Pad Thai in all of Central Jersey. Even then, however; she had never felt all these butterflies in her tummy that would consistently flutter about when Harry just so much as looked at her.

       She arrives on campus a little earlier than usual, probably because she’d woken up so excited to get ready for the day. Her dad had been terribly confused to find her sitting on the countertop, all dressed and ready to be dropped off on his way to work (she’d even packed him his favorite lunch as a bribe). 

       As of now, it’s just her and the breeze that gently lifts the strands of her relaxed hair. The school looks so pretty at this hour, with the birds chirping happily in their nests, and the cute little woodland creatures that are usually hidden away in the bushes, roaming freely across the lawn. Only a few other students join her at this hour, but they’re all stowed away in the building, taking this breathtaking scene for granted. She breathes it all in and allows for her head to fall against the bench’s backrest. 

       “Hey.” The sudden hum of his deep voice startles her, and her head snaps up to find him standing right in front of her and looking like he’d just stepped off the cover of some teen magazine that she skims through while in line at Shop Rite. 

       “Hi,” she tries her best, but she can’t help the wide smile that dresses over her features. She signals down to the empty spot beside her. He gladly accepts it, dropping his bookbag on the grass and plopping down next to her. Her thumbs fiddle with each other in her lap, as she sucks on her top front teeth before speaking up again. “How was your weekend?” 

       “It was fine,” he answers simply.

       “Do anything fun?”

       “Eh.”

       The words bounce around in her mouth with the undeniable need to talk about last Friday. But he’s being far too detached in his manner of speaking, that she wonders how she’ll ever go about starting up such an important –– yes, she’s labelling it as a top priority –– conversation. She supposes that it is the beginning of the week, and maybe now that she’s had a better look at him he does appear a tad tired, judging from the bags under his eyelids and the way he suppresses a long yawn into his sleeve. Still, though! How is she going to accumulate confidence when he’s barely alive enough to respond?

       He turns to look at her. “Yours?”

       She stares intently at him. “Terrible! So stupidly terrible! It was so damn hard because all I could think about was how you almost kissed me but didn’t because my little brother interrupted us and totally hogged your attention for the rest of the afternoon! And now all I want to do is talk about it because I may or may not like you as more than a friend! AGH!” It’s what she’s dying to tell him, but rather she blinks her eyes before letting her head falter in defeat.

        “It was fine.” 

***

       “He did what!?” Maxxie nearly falls over in his seat at the reception of the news.

       “Will you hush up!” Y/n shushes, smacking him in the face with her three-subject Biology notebook (she thought it’d be more impactful than a flimsy folder). “Besides, nothing happened.” And yet she so badly wishes that weren’t the case because at least it wouldn’t have trapped her in such a spot of complete unknowing.

       “It’s true,” Cici inserts, leaning in from the adjacent side of the lab table. “She told me when she picked me up after I climbed out the window at Café Agira.” 

       Maxxie stares at Cici with the most baffled expression. “You-... You know what? I’m not even gonna ask,” he talks at her before turning back to Y/n. “You on the other hand, I am very interested in learning about this thing between you and our local Brit.” 

       She sighs, dropping her cheek in her palm and tracing nonsensical images onto the surface of the table with her pointer. “I was gonna talk to him about it before homeroom, but I don’t know...he seemed really out of it.” Her eyes shut with grievance. “What if he regrets it? Is that why he’s being all distant?” After all, she’d been a bit emotional, and he’d been there to comfort her. It’s a scene out of over a dozen films.

       Both her friends give each other a knowing look before hopping their stools closer to the middle. Cici envelops her in a tight hug. “You, my friend, need to be more confident,” she says softly, playing with the ends of hair. “Tell her what you know, Max.”

       Y/n glances at the blonde as he leans in to join the huddle. “Okay, so I heard from Evan, who heard from Jake, who heard from Kara, who heard from Lori, who heard from Bailey, who heard from Rishav, who heard from his sister Aavani, who is dating Angelo, who heard from Mike, who heard from Trish, who heard from Brent, who is on the football team with Harry...” He pauses, gasping for air after such a difficult and trying verbal marathon. “...and he heard Harry going on about how he’s really into this girl he’s friends with.”

       They’d expected this to lift her spirits up, but instead she lets out another dismal sigh. “Harry’s friends with a lot of girls. Remember last week when those girls from his English class made him sit with them? He could be talking about anyone.” 

       Cici glares over her head, nostrils flaring angrily for Maxxie to fix this slump of a mood their best friend is trapped in. 

***

       The next time Harry sees her is in History class, and he’d spent all of US Politics trying to formulate cohesive thoughts that he hoped would process into audible words. This morning had been a bit off for him, he realized that as soon as they had parted ways towards their respective homerooms. He hadn’t meant to be so standoffish, but he had an extra early practice and by the time he saw her, he was already thoroughly exhausted and wanting nothing more than to curl up somewhere and take a long nap. 

       Now he’s had time to rejuvenate and collect himself into something he’ll actually be able to present to her. Hopefully she doesn’t think any less of him, or change her opinion based on one measly fail of an encounter. He remains positive because he’s really been meaning to talk to her about a couple days ago, how he had come within centimeters of pressing his lips to hers because he really couldn’t hold back any longer. She’s just so cute and sweet and funny, and overall he just loves being around her. And okay, he’d meant to text or call her to say just that, but couldn’t figure out how to organize his scattered brain into something relatively sensible. He won’t deny that she has this power over him that he can’t quite describe, let alone express through his seemingly fading vernacular. 

       She walks in, making sure to greet Mr. Noone with a smile and a bag full of another delicious dessert. He tries to listen in as she makes conversation, which soon turns into her hounding the elderly man for yet another one of her Tupperware containers. “I’m pretty sure you have five now! At least give me three of those back. Dad had nowhere to put our leftovers last night!” he hears her whine. The way she pouts her lips and huffs as she stomps away is undeniably one of the cutest things she does –– he thinks so, at least.

       When she’s within close proximity, he sits up straight in his chair and pushes back his mop of brown curls away from his eyes.  “About this morning,” he starts slowly, finding his rhythm with his tongue. “I was so drained from practice and literally I thought I was gonna pass out...”

       “It’s fine, no big deal,” she says curtly, setting her stuff down and taking her seat without so much as peeking an eye his way.  

       His mouth curls to the side. He’s by no means an expert on women, but if living his whole life with his mum and sister had taught him anything, he’d have to be completely daft to actually believe that she’s completely dandy. “No, it’s not. You’re mad at me.” He places his arm around her chair and shifts closer. “I’m sorry..” he pouts, the side hand brushing slightly over her back where he knows she’s ticklish, but she doesn’t even flinch. “C’mon, at least look at me. I don’t like it when you’re mad at me.” 

       She keeps her eyes set on her lap. “Harry, I said-” But she stops when the shadow of a figure looms over their table, and they both peer up hesitantly to meet Mr. Noone towering above them. 

       “If you two could postpone this lovers quarrel until after my class, that’d be most appreciated.”

***

       After class, Harry follows their history teacher’s advice, and chases after Y/n as she squeezes her way through the pile of students to escape. She takes solace, however, in the knowledge that she can hide away in the library or the Home Ec. Room for the next fifty-five minutes and won’t have to talk to him until lunch time. And yet, she groans inwardly when she hears her name being echoed in the crowded corridor, accompanied by his hasty footsteps that as the push off the floor with each brisk stride.

       “Y/n!” he wheezes, finally catching up to her. She gives in, feeling a slight pang of guilt (emphasis on slight) run through her, and pivots on her heel. “Christ, you walk fast.” He hoists himself up, using his knees as support as he takes in a few deep breaths through his nostrils.

       “Don’t you have class?” she tuts, crossing her arms and stomping the toe of her shoe in utter annoyance. 

       “Not until you accept my apology.”

       She throws her hands up in the air. “And I keep telling you that everything is fine! So, please get your butt up to Debate or else you’ll be marked as tardy and I don’t want you to be late because of me.” 

        A smirk finds its way to his lips. “At least I know you care,” he cheeks, nudging her gently with his elbow. He can see how she fights off a grin as she turns her head as afar as it can go. No matter how hard she tries to hide it, he still manages to bring it out of her. “There it is!”

       “I just don’t want that on my conscience,” she snoots, but she knows how unconvincing this whole charade is. He slings an arm around her before she can even come up with another thing to say as if it was the most natural thing. She looks at where his veiny hand comes through the other side, poking through the slope of her neck and lazily hanging off her shoulder. “Um, hello?” she gawks, but instead of answering, he leads her down the hall and towards the tunnel to the next the building. “At least tell me where we’re going.”

       “You’re gonna teach me how to bake!” 

       “But what about-” 

       He cuts her off with two fingers pressed to her lips, simply shaking his head as he holds the door open. What’s more annoying is that she likes how this feel, and how oddly organic it is for their footsteps to sync up like a well-oiled machine. And please, someone stop her from wanting to stay like this for longer or thinking about how cold she’ll be once this protective belt disappears.

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Saturday, September 27, 2008

       It’s been a little over a week since Harry had come over to study, and in that week, they still haven’t opened up on the subject. And to be quite frank, it’s been driving Y/n absolutely bonkers! She still doesn’t know where this puts them, or whether she’s looking too far into the situation and she should save herself the embarrassment and forget anything had ever happened.  

       Right now, it’s about ten in the morning, and Y/n is still lying in bed trying to figure out these pesky feelings. On a typical Saturday morning she would have already whipped up some breakfast for her family, but now she can barely focus on anything but checking if he’s sent her a new text. 

       A knock on the door brings her out of it, and she answers back in an aloof tone. “Come in.” Her eyes lazily flick over in its direction as the hinges begin to squeak. When the person pokes his head in, the look on his face is already too much for her handle in this state. She pulls the covers over her head to hide herself.

       “Hi, Dad! Good Morning, Dad! How’re you doing today, Dad?” he mocks, striding further into the room. “I bet that’s what other parents get.” She feels the bed dip in by her feet. “Alright, kid. Time to join us in the world of the living.” Very slowly does she feel her blanket being stripped away, until the light from her suddenly exposed window burns brightly on her pupils. “Or else your mom is going to have to come up here, and she’s a lot stronger than I am.”

       “Dad, please,” she whines, and battles him out in a game of tug-of-war for her sheets. “I’m having a crisis here!” 

       “You’re fourteen,” he deadpans. No one could have ever prepared him for the task of having to raise a teenager, he lets his wife know that every morning when he wakes up. In fact, he calls the theme of their little morning chats “complaining rigorously about parenting” or C. R. A. P. as he so fondly refers to it as. Liv isn’t too keen on the acronym, and she lets him know that every single time. 

       “You’re a boy, right?” she suddenly asks, and she sits up and hugs her knees tightly to her chest.

       Jeremy scoffs loudly. “Who’s to say?” But his daughter stares at him with an unwavering seriousness that he swears she must get from her mother because he can barely intimidate his son into taking a bath. Curse Olivia’s prominent genes! “Okay, fine. Yes. Happy?”

       “Very,” she smirks, inching closer, but her demeanor soon switches to a less playful glow. “How do you know if a boy likes you? Like really likes you.” She rests the side of her face on her bended knees and closes her eyes. 

       “I don’t think I understand the question.” 

       “Of course, you don’t, honey.”  

       Olivia waltzes in with a basket of freshly washed and folded clothes balanced on her hip and a warm bagel in the other hand. “You can leave now. I got this,” she tells her husband, shooing him out the door. 

        “Oh, thank god!” he sighs out in relief and runs out the room, but not without giving his wife a tender kiss on the cheek and a wishful “good luck!”

        That leaves both women to sort it all out on their own. Olivia sets everything down before taking Jeremy’s place on the bed. She breathes in deeply and exhales with a warm smile. 

        “So, who’re we talking about?” 

        “Remember that boy who came over last week?”

        It takes a good minute for Olivia to track back to such a long time ago (this last week had been so busy at the clinic so she tends to let other irrelevant details slip her mind), before nodding her head when she finally remembers. “You mean Harry, right? He was such a sweet boy, and so good with Mason, too!” she gushes, clapping her hands as she recalls the kind British boy. Y/n gives her a look, and she soon realizes what this is all about. “Oh, my baby.” And she brings her daughter in for a big hug. 

        “I don’t know what to do,” Y/n mutters into her shirt. “Every time I think I’m going to tell him, I end up chickening out. I hate it!” All the pent-up frustration that had been building up for exactly a week is now coming into light. “Mom, I really like him, like really like Harry. And I don’t know what I’m going to do because he’s all I can think about and it’s literally making me lose my mind!”

        “Why is that?” Olivia asks, stroking over the length of her hair. 

        “Because...” Y/n starts, taking a pause. “Because he tried to kiss me, but it didn’t happen, and we haven’t talked about it since. And now I’m scared that it was just an ‘in the moment’ thing and he probably doesn’t feel the same way and I’m getting my hopes up over absolutely nothing.”

        Liv takes Y/n by the shoulders to face her directly. “First of all, breathe.” She guides her through some breathing exercises to get her elevated heart rate back to normal. “Second...but what if he does feel the same way? Isn’t knowing for sure better than not taking a chance at all?” 

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Thursday, October 2, 2008

       Harry is just about done and ready to head out when he feels a tap on his shoulder. 

       “Hi, Harry!” Zoey greets cheerfully, twirling her skirt as she twists her hips. 

       “Hey,” he nods as he stuffs his copy of The Scarlet Letter in his bag. He looks left and right to find that it’s only them two left in the hall. It didn’t even occur to him how late he’d stayed back to talk to Miss Arelleno about an upcoming book report because he wanted to make sure that his choice of literature would be appropriate to present on. (Luckily, it was! And he had already managed to outline all the key points he was going to accentuate on.)

        “I was actually hoping I’d find you here,” she admits, leaning against his locker door. 

        “Yeah?” Harry replies, but honestly, he’s barely paying attention because for some reason he can’t seem to find his house keys in his pockets. If he doesn’t find them, he’s absolutely fucked because Gemma doesn’t get home until tonight and Anne is out of town on business. “Sorry, I’m...” Aha! He’d forgotten that he’d placed them –– along with his phone –– in his cardigan pocket before football practice. “What were you saying?” He’s much more attentive this time around.

         She steps closer to him. “I was wondering if you wanted to check out this new diner with me? It’s called Ruben’s and I heard their milkshakes are supposed to be amazing! Plus...” she starts, looking up at him through her long lashes. “The big game is tomorrow and I thought I could help you relax.” 

        “Um...” Harry purses his lips together. “I’m actually going there with Y/n,” he says with a faint blush. “You’re welcome to join us, if you’d like?” 

       A tight smile replaces the flirtatious one she’d been sporting this whole time. She backs away, placing her hands firmly on her hips with displeasure. “No, I wouldn’t want to intrude,” she grits out. 

       He stares down at his watch, his eyes growing wide when he realizes he’s already two minutes late. “Oh, okay” he loosely responds. “Hey, I have to get going, but I’ll see you around.” And he starts jogging down the corridor towards the library where he and Y/n had agreed to meet.

***

Friday, October 3, 2008

       The game against Pleasant Valley has finally arrived. The entire school must be in attendance, as the screams and chants coming from outside are almost deafening. Harry sits on the bench in the locker room as he makes sure his cleats are tied nice and tight. To say he’s nervous may be an understatement. If his time at Ashwood has taught him anything, it’s that they really, really hate Pleasant Valley with a passion to burn a million candles. Just the other day, Coach Davis had given him a very thorough history lesson about the ongoing feud, ending it by begging him to lead them to a victory or else their pride as a school would cease to exist. No pressure, right?

       “Styles!” He turns around to see Coach Davis standing right behind him with his arms crossed and face as serious as can be. “You have a visitor outside,” he says, signaling towards the door. 

       “Who?” he asks thoughtfully. 

       “Heck if I know. Some cheerleader.” 

       Harry’s eyes widen, and a relieved grin washes over his features. He ignores the cackles from his teammates, including teasing about him getting a pre-game reward in an empty classroom. The coach looks at him pointedly, as to say he better make this meeting quick or there would certainly be hell to pay. Harry gulps, slowly slipping off the bench before making a break for the exit.

       When he pushes his way out, there she is standing in midst of the trophy case lighting. He takes a moment to appreciate how angelic she is with her hair pulled back in a braid, and how completely and utterly adorable she looks with the double-knit crossover jacket that embodies her upper frame. She glimpses up, and immediately he feels all the tenseness in his body wash away because she really might be his all-in-one remedy for just about anything. And fuck, he really wishes he could tell her that and all else that’s been simmering inside of him.  

       “Hey there, Mr. Quarterback.” 

       “Come to wish me luck?”

       She cocks her head to the side and simpers at him. “Something like that.” 

       Harry laughs, his shoulders jittering underneath all the padding. Then he takes the first step forward. “Well I’m happy you’re here,” he says. He moves another inch towards her. Reaching out, he grazes the top of her forearm with the pads of his fingers, letting his hand drop down its length until it dares to engulf the back of her open fist. A blush creeps up his neck, and he’s thankful that the hallway is dimly lit this time of night, or else she’d see how completely swept he is just by holding her. 

       And yet, he’s not the only one. Her mind has to remind her heart how to function, but the way he’s looking at her leaves everything a haze. “There’s something I need to tell you,” she confesses, suddenly remembering why it is she’s here. His digits fill the spaces between hers as his thumb encouragingly rubs over the back of hand. It’s pleasantly warm and soft, and she wouldn’t mind if they were to stand there into next week. He prods her to continue, the side of his mouth tugging up and his dimple carving in so exquisitely. She inhales deeply through her nose. 

       “Harry, I-”

       “Styles!” 

       She bites on her bottom lip when Coach Davis appears at the door with his whistle held between his gritted teeth. In no way does he look amused by the fact that one of his key players isn’t inside prepping with the rest of the team. 

       “I’ll be there in a sec, Coach,” Harry yells over his shoulder. He rolls his eyes when he turns back to her. “Sorry, he’s just going through it right now,” he chuckles, shaking his head. “What were you saying?” He squeezes her hand. 

       “I, um...” She looks past him, and the burly individual still stands there so menacingly. He clears his voice and makes a show out of staring at the time on his watch. “You know what,” she gulps. “I’ll just tell you later.” She tries her best to hide her disappointment. 

       “You sure? I mean I have a few more minutes until-”

       “Styles!” 

       Who knew one man could be so impatient? (Oh, wait...) Y/n nods robotically. “I’m sure.” So much for that. 

       A smile suddenly creeps back to her face when a thought lights up in her head. “Here,” she starts, but he begins to frown when she pulls her hand from his grasp. However, his mouth soon becomes a barren stage when she sets both her palms upon his chest, using him as a pillar to lift herself up onto her toes. Without warning, her lips press gently to his cheek. They’re soft and plushy, and everything he imagined they’d be. If he couldn’t feel Davis’ eyes burning holes in the back of his head, he’d be sure this was all a dream. “Win this one for me, and I’ll tell you.” And with that, she falls back flat on her feet, letting her arms fall from his body as she backs away. 

       It takes everything in him to resist the urge to follow her. As soon as her figure disappears into the dark of the hallway, he allows himself to be dragged back into the locker room, his limbs feeling like complete jelly. 

***

       “Where’ve you been?” Cici asks her when she joins the rest of the cheerleaders on the field. She had excused herself to use the restroom over fifteen minutes ago, and now here she is looking as though she’d won a grand raffle. 

       Y/n doesn’t answer, however; she fails miserably to hide even an ounce of her excitement. Despite still not having told him, she hopes that the kiss to cheek will give him even just the slightest hint about her feelings for him. In that moment, she had felt courageous, and now that exuberance is still bursting within her. She sits down and starts with some simple hamstring stretches, while the corners of her mouth still remain turned up. 

       “Oh my god, did you finally tell him?” Cici screams. “What did he say? Holy crap!” 

       “I wasn’t able to, no,” Y/n hums.

       “Then why do you look so happy?”

       Before she can answer, another voice beats her to it. “Yeah, Y/n. Why so happy?” Zoey pushes past a some of the cheerleaders, each sway of her hips greatly emphasized as she walks. “Excited to see Harry lead the team to victory?” she taunts. “Doesn’t he just look amazing in his uniform? Like literally so hot.” She lifts her curled hair away from her neck, and exaggerates as she fans herself. The two minions behind her begin to snigger. 

       Cici resists the urge to smack her in the face, just looking at her makes the blood in her veins boil violently. 

       Although, Y/n remains close-lipped and shrugs without interest at the girl because at this point, she isn’t worth wasting a breath on. She continues with her warmup, not even bothering to look up. Cici smirks on her behalf, waving her hand to send her away. “Why don’t you crawl back to whatever toxic pit you came from, hm?” she mocks. “Buh-bye, now!” Zoey rolls her eyes, snapping her fingers in the air signaling for her two shadows to retreat. “I swear to God, I could honestly strangle her,” Cici exasperates, falling to the ground to joining her. 

       “Don’t worry about her too much, she just wants attention.” Not even Zoey can ruin her mood tonight. 

       A few minutes later, their coach is having them get in position to start their routine for when the football team runs out onto the field. 

***

        “With only ten seconds left on the clock, the Ashwood Eagles need one last touchdown to beat the Pleasant Valley Lions.”

        There are only nine yards separating them and a claimed victory. 

        Ashwood takes their last timeout of the game, and the boys huddle to discuss this crucial next move. Everyone is exhausted, it’s evident by both the sweat on their faces and the way their movements aren’t as aggressive as they were in the beginning. But they can’t give up. With only one touchdown needed to guarantee a win, they need to tough it out for one final play. 

        “They’ve got me, and Adrian guarded,” one of the wide receivers, Brent tells them. “And with Clint out, we’re gonna need a new play.” 

        The captain, Connor, turns to Harry. “Styles, what do you think?” The rest of the team follows suite, and all eyes are on him. 

        Harry looks at each of their faces, his breathing becoming quicker and less calculated as he feels the pressure of the countdown begin to set in. A single touchdown is all that separates them from the quarterfinals, from bragging rights for beating their worst competitor, and finally...

        On the sidelines, the cheerleaders cheer them on without falter, with intricate moves that display both agility and overall school spirit. But only one holds his attention. He smiles brightly when their eyes meet. Her lips wrap around words of encouragement. You can do it! And it’s accompanied by a kiss in the wind. With that, he can feel power begin to sting in his fingertips and that last push to get his head back in the game. After this is all over, nothing is going to stop him from getting to her. 

       “Okay, so here’s what we’re gonna do.”  

***

        The crowd becomes silent once time-in is called. 

        At the nine-yard line, Harry shout the play to his teammates, patting his own helmet to finish it off. He prepares himself for when the center snaps the ball back. 

        “HIKE!”

        The sight of time depleting becomes harder to watch. Richardson snaps the football between his legs, and Harry catches it with ease. The Lions rush towards them, clashing with their defensive line in an almost violent opposition. All hope fades with each one of the receivers being heavily blocked from range. Coach Davis screams at the top of his lungs, calling for Harry to do something as the final five seconds dwindle down. 

        Like slow motion, Harry dashes down the remaining length of the field. The cold October air hitting his cheeks as he runs as fast as his legs can afford. All the shouting coming from around him fades from his ears. He dodges those who rush towards him, leaping over a defensive tackle like his life depends on it. 

        “THAT’S A TOUCHDOWN FOR ASHWOOD!”

        Harry throws the football to the ground. He screams in triumph, tearing the helmet away from his head and letting the breeze brush away the beads of sweat as they fall from the tips of his tussled hair. The team comes at him like a stampede, each member holding the same charged enthusiasm as his own. 

        At this moment, he feels invincible. The adrenaline still flowing vigorously through his veins as he basks in this victory. Everyone runs onto the field, all the coaches, benched players, and all else present on the sidelines. 

***

        Y/n tries to squeeze her way through a sea of excitable fans to get to him.

        This is it. He had won the game just as she had asked of him. Now she’s left with no choice but to finally confess all that she’s been wanting to say. Everything she feels and all that’s been winding her head are finally going to be put out in the open, just as her mom had advised her when they had their heart-to-heart. And for once, she isn’t nervous that she’ll panic or recoil because she’s positive that these feelings are real, that he’s real, and what they have has the potential to become something wonderful. There’s absolutely no reason for her to believe otherwise. It all excites her to the very core, and the closer she gets to reaching him, the more she feels these tingling nerves come alive. 

        “Harry!” she shouts for him as loudly as she can but even then, she’s still too far for him to hear her. To make things more difficult, two football players nearly sandwich her when they come together to bump shoulders with such alarming force. She pushes her way through the pair, her breath catching in her throat when she sees the back of his jersey. 

        When she gets within a closer radius, he finally hears her voice call his name. A smile that reaches his eyes dawns upon him when he turns around and sees her standing just a short distance away. She feels her heart race as she slows her pace to a steady walk. 

        Out of nowhere, a wave of auburn locks cuts in front of her in those last remaining steps. Y/n is brought to a sudden stop as she tries to avoid colliding with the her back. She leans to the side to see Harry staring at the girl with furrowed brows. A smirk comes from over the girl’s shoulder before she turns to come face to face with the quarterback.

        Zoey takes either side of Harry’s face in her hands and pulls him down, and their lips meet halfway. 

        And Y/n’s beating heart stops. ***

[crazyrandomfucker]

Marichat May day 6: Hold my baton

Summary:

After battling an akuma, Marin and Kitty Noire get stranded on a deserted island, isolated from society and without a hope to return.

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No one knew what had happened. One moment, the heroes were fighting against the latest akumatization victim like usual. The next thing they knew wasthat Lordbug, Kitty Noire and the akuma were gone and no one knew where. The fight had started as usual. The akumatized victim was causing havoc and the superheroes answered to the call to fight it. Given that the akuma was a tricky one due to its slimy fluid body and its spraying attacks that released a sticky liquid which solidified in seconds trapping people, Ladybug momentarily ran from the fight to bring Pegasi and Sleipnir as reinforcements, in order to trap the akuma in an endless fall between portals so the akumatized object could be safely extracted with a swift movement from Lordbug's yoyo.

At least, that was the original idea. When Ladybug returned with the Horse superheroes, Kitty Noire, Lordbug and Chat Noir were struggling to dogde the spraying attacks of the akuma. Unfortunately, the akuma managed to land its sticky fluid on Kitty's Cataclysm hand, getting it stucked onto her baton. Chat Noir went to Cataclysm the substace and free Kitty Noire, unaware that the akuma was fixated on him. Lordbug tried to stop Chat to avoid the akuma's attack, but the akuma was too fast and struck Chat Noir in his chest and sent him flying towards Pegasi and Slepinir, with the bad luck that Chat Noir accidentaly Cataclysmed Pegasi's miraculous. Instead of turning to dust, the miraculous went haywire and began creating random portals around while Pegasi was revolving in the floor suffering an excruciating pain while countless images of places flooded his mind filling it to the brim.

Without giving enough room for the superheroes to react, the akuma attacked Lordbug swiftly throwing itself onto the superhero, who reacted a bit too slow and had to struggle to get free from the akuma's hold. Quick on her feet, Kitty Noire jumped on them and forcefully stripped the akuma from Lordbug's face, throwing it aside. But the akuma refused to stay put and launched itself again pushing Kitty Noire and Kitty Noire to the floor. Except that they didn't fall into the floor. Just before they landed, a portal opened underneath them and egulfed them before hastily closing itself once again,  severing a part of the akuma. The part of the akuma melted  onto the floor only leaving behind an object. One of Lordbug's earrings.

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When Kitty Noire woke up, she was alone on an unknown place that seemed to be a jungle. Neither Lordbug or the Akuma were at sight, nor was anything that seemed to be potentially dangeroues at first sight. She tried to stand up, but she wasn't standing on the floor, she was laying on the branches of a tree and her tail was stuck on one, not eveng letting her turn around to free her tail with her spare hand. At least she could move her head to search for inminent threats and help, if she wasn't alone wherever she was supposed to be. After some minutes, she noticed that above her was a boy covered in branches that she had earlier confused with a big nest of some sort of bird and she decided to get his attention by extending her baton and poking him. The boy was apparently out, because he didn't react the first times Kitty poked him, but then he finally recovered his consciousness and she saw his face.

"Marin?" calls Kitty Noire confused. "Marin is that you?"

"Kitty Noire? Where are we?" asks Marin looking at his surroundings.

"I don't know, I woke up here a bunch of minutes ago and saw you up there" says Kitty Noire. "I would love to go up there and get you down, but my tail is stuck and I can't reach it".

"How did we end up here?" asks Marin.

"I don't know, an akuma attacked Lordbug and me and I was knocked out, the next thing I knew is that I was here and then I saw you up there" explains Kitty Noire. "If my hunch is correct, Lordbug must be around here and will eventually get us".

"Wait a minute" says Marin as he puts his hand on his ear and instantly backs off. "Shit! My ear! It's bleeding and my earring is gone!"

"Crap! We need to clean that injury then!" says Kitty frantically trying to get free to no avail. "Where in heavens is Lordbug?!"

"He's not coming Kitty!" says Marin, seeing no options but too reveal the truth.

"What do you mean he's not coming! You can't know that! He and I fell at the same time!" says Kitty.

"I know he's not coming because I'm Lordbug! But one of my earrings is gone!" exclaims Marin.

"What?! Marin, this is no time to be joking!" exclaims Kitty Noire, unable to accept that.

"I'm not joking dammit! I would love to prove it to you, but as you can see, I don't have my miraculous!" exclaims Marin.

"OH MY GOD!" exclaims Kitty. "IT CAN'T BE! All this fucking years and I never guessed it!"

"It's not time to freak out Kitty!" urges Marin. "The akuma could be near!"

"Then get us out of here! You're the brains of our duo and I'm the brawns!" replies Kitty.

"I don't have my yoyo or my powers! If I try to come down I'd fal to my death!" retorts Marin.

"Well, I have one hand stuck to my baton and my tail stuck to the tree, I can't move for sure!" says Kitty.

"Wait, you still have your baton stuck in your hand? Extend it all the way to the floor and to me!" says Marin with an idea. "That way I can go down and get you out of there!"

"See? I knew you could think of a plan!" says Kitty Noire happy. She extends her baton to the floor and gets it fixed before extending it to Marin, who grabbed it and went down to Kitty's level.

"Okay, let's get your tail out of this branch" says Marin as he works with his hands.

"Thank you M'Lord, oor should I call you Prince Charming now?" asks Kitty teasingly.

"Keep your teasing for later, neither of us want me to be distracted right now and fall down" says Marin serious.

"You're right as always" says Kitty Noire. "Perhaps you should hhave focused on sterilizing that ear first, now that I'm looking at it I don't think that it looks quite good".

"I couldn't simply leave you here Kitty, we're a team, remember?" says Marin finishing and getting on the branch. "Now you're free, try to stand up without making me fall please".

"Of course, I wouldn't want to loose my pastry rights" jokes Kitty Noire.

"If we get out of here, I'll make sure to give you a thousand macarons" says Marin. "But get us out of this tree before the akuma finds us".

"Are we even sure that the akuma is around? Maybe the akuma wasn't teleported with us and we'll get back to Paris after Ladybug defeats-" says Kitty but then a realitzation comes to her. "HOLY SHIT! IF YOU'RE LORDBUG THEN LADYBUG IS MARI!"

"Yes, but that's not helping us to get down Kitty and we don't even know if Marinette will be able to get us back" says Marin.

"Ok, priorities" says Kitty Noire slapping herself. She picks Marin and gets themselves to the floor. "We have to clean the wound on your ear and sterilize it".

"You can let me down you know" says Marin still being carried bridal-style.

"Right! Right" says Kitty leeting him down. "I think I'm hearing something in that direction, it could be water".

"Let's go that way then" says Marin. "After you".

After walking for five minutes the reach a river with a bunch of bamboo on the other riverside. "Bamboo? If I recall correctly, it doesn't grows anywhere in europe, so I'm guessing that wherever we are we're quite far from home" says Kitty Noire.

"But this is great! If we can cut it somehow and make a fire, we can use it as a container for water and sterilize the water" says Marin.

"That's true! I could try to cut it with my nails" says Kitty Noir leaping to the other side. She tries to cut the bamboo with her nails and she lefts the marks of her nails on the bamboo. "This will probably take some time. Could you try to make fire?"

"Now I'm grateful to have seen all of those survival programs" says Marin as he goes off to colect broken branches.

"You actually know how to make fire?" asks surprised Kitty Noire.

"I once lit fire" says Marin. "But that time I had different things to make the fire".

"I hope you succed, we'll need the fire to boil some water if we don't want to get any illness" says Kitty finally cutting a part of bamboo. "Should I try to finde some rocks and do that thing like on TV?"

"No, we would need a flint and a rock rich in iron, so unless you're an expert in rocks, I wouldn't recommed it" says Marin using one of his shoe laces to make a bow. He usese the bow to rotate a stick to start the fire, but he eventually has to stop because his hand can't take it and his ear begins to hurt a lot.

"Don't worry, I'll do it" says Kitty Noire as she picks the bow and the stick and tries again, using more strenght and rotating faster than Marin, managing to have enough friction to produce a sparkle and lit a small fire. She adds some branches to the fire and then makes a hole on the piece of bamboo she had cut.

"I'm sorry for not being of much help" says Marin.

"Don't be, you're of a lot of help to me" says Kitty Noire. "I'm only able to be keeping myself sane because you're with me".

"I'm a- AGH" says Marin as his ear begins to hurt again.

"Okay, we're treating that wound now" says Kitty Noir as she puts some rocks on the fire. "I'm going for water".

Kitty uses the hole she made on the bambo as if ith was the mouth of a bottle and fills it with water. Then, she carefuly uses a couple of sticks as chopsticks to pick up the rocks and put them on the water, making it boil in no time. She carefully lays Marin's head on her lap and pours the hot water (once it has cooled down to safe levels) on his ear, gently massaging it to make sure that the wound is clean. Marin bites strongly a stick to ease the pain until Kitty finishes cleaning his wound. Luckily for him, he didn't had his ear opened in half, but he would have a serious scar on it. Kitty pets his head after his wound is clean, soothing him to help with his pain.

"There there" says Kitty rummaging throught his hair with her fingers. "Everything will be alright".

Marin spits the stick out of his mouth. "I swear to Tekke that if I have to go through that again I'm quiting being Lordbug. Couldn't our miraculous be someting like a bracelet? That wouldn't leave bad injuries" complains Marin.

"Don't think that you'll be quitting on my watch young man, I know where you live" says Kitty booping Marin's cheek.

"Well, Marinette and I will have to renounce our miraculous either way" says Marin looking down. "Now that you know who we are, there's no other option".

"Oh no. Like hell you will" says Kitty angry. "Maybe if Master Fu still was the guardian that would happen, but you two are the guardians now, you have to be Ladybug and Lordbug".

"It's not an option Kitty" says Marin. "It was our duty and I failed".

She grabs his face and gets closer to it. "Look Marin, you either keep being Lordbug or I'll detransform and be naked in front of all Paris, which would cause a huge scandal, trust me".

"Why would you do that!" exclaims Marin surprised. "That's not something you should do!"

"And how will you stop me without your miraculous?" replies Kitty defiantly.

"Why do you even care Kitty? It's not like we'll disappear you know" says Marin.

"Because you're our partners. Chat and I need you two, you can't be replaced by anybody" says Kitty serious.

Marin sighs and turns his head so Kitty doesn't sees him blushing. "Tekke won't be happy about this. I'm sure of it".

"Well, tell Tekke that he can eat my fist if he doesn't agree that you're a great Lordbug" replies Kitty. "You didn't even reveal your identity because you wanted! It was an emergency!".

"Okay, okay, I get it. You win" says Marin. "But you'll tell al that to Marinette".

"Thank you" says Kitty smiling as she kisses Marin's forehead, making him blush.

"I think we should start moving" says Marin standing up to cover his embarrassement.

"Yeah, we should try to search for a refuge before night falls" says Kitty Noire.

"If only we had an axe or a shovel, we could make a small cave or hut" says Marin. "Well, at least I have something useful".

"What is it?" asks Kitty curious.

"My small kit of sewing. That way I can repir my clothes and make some stuff" says Marin getting it out.

"Wait, don't you usually have a bellybag? Don't you have anything useful there?" asks Kitty.

"That's true! I have my Swiss army knife there and if we'relucky, I should still have a lighter" says Marin happy. "Let's go back to where we woke up, it should be somewhere around there".

"Wait, can you hold my baton please? My legs are a bit numb and my head is spinning" says Kitty tumbling.

"Uh oh, I think you should better wait in here and drink some water" says Marin worried. "We don't know how much time we were unconscious so maybe you've began to dehydrate".

"No, I want to go with you" denies Kitty. "Hold my baton".

Marin sighs and then crouches. "Come on, get on my back, it will be better for us if you ride on my back".

Kitty blushes a lot but still gets on Marin, making sure to hold her arms around him. "Thank you".

"You did take care of me, didn't you?" says Marin rubbing it off.

"I wonder for how long we'll be stuck in here" says Kitty Noire changing the subject as she blushes.

"We can't know that" says Marin. "Maybe we'll be for days, maybe my sister will appear anytime soon and bring us back or maybe we'll be stuck in here forever. In which case, we'll need to have some serious talks".

"Talks? Oh, you mean about survival stuff and that" says Kitty. "We'll manage when the time comes".

"I was actually thinking about the fact that we're a boy and a girl alone in who knows where and that I actually love you" thinks Marin blushing a lot, but not daring to correct her.

"I see your bellybag! It's there! On that branch!" says Kitty pointing to it.

"Fantastic! Now we'll have more things we can use! Hey, maybe we can use my phone if it still has some battery left!" says Marin filled with hope.

"That's right! I could try that with my baton too" says Kitty as she opens the interface of her baton, but there's no signal. "No luck, there isn't any signal in here".

"Don't worry, we still have other things we can use" says Marin.

"Hey Marin..." says Kitty. "Am I not too heavy for you?"

"Of course not, you weight like a feather" says Marin and Kitty feels at ease for not causing him problems.

"Where should we go now? Should we return to the river?" asks Kitty.

"That would be our best option, we could use the bamboo as a bottle and some other stuff" says Marin. "Plus if we follow the river we might get to civilitzation or to a beach".

"Good idea, we could find people and maybe somewhere to rest safely!" says Kitty Noire. "Let's get there and I'll make a couple more of bamboo bottles".

"Okay, I will try to make some sort of rope if I manage to unravel the fiber of that plant from where we obtained the tinder from" says Marin.

"That's a good idea, we could use a rope for a lot of things" says Kitty Noire.

"Let's go then" says Marin heading ack to the river.

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After returning to the river, Kitty made some bottles out of bamboo and filled them with water while Marin sew an improvised bag using big leafs and managed to make five ropes. Aditionally, Kitty Noire decided that it would be a good idea to make a bunch of pots of bamboo just in case the didn't found civilitzation and Marin used some rubbers and leafs to close the bamboo bottles. Once everything was ready, Marin put the bottles, the rope and the pos on the bag and then put the bag on his chest. After that he crouched and offered to give another ride to Kitty Noire, but instead of riding on his back, the feline heroine blushed a lot.

"Um... I think I can walk a bit for now Marin" says Kitty Noire. "But just hold my baton in case I'm not as well as I think I am".

"Alright, we're not leaving here then" says Marin and puts the bag on the floor again. "We're not risking you getting sick and anyways I think it will be dark before we reach somewhere".

"Maybe you're right, we don't know when it will get dark" says Kitty Noire.

"Okay so, if you can, try to gather some big leaves. I'll be making a hammock for tonight since... Well, you know" says Marin blushing at the last part.

"Since what?" asks Kitty curious.

"Since we don't have any blankets we'll have to... Please don't make me say it" says Marin beet red.

"Oh... Right. You're right. I'm right with that" says Kitty Noire blushing a lot. "I- I'll be searching big leaves..."

"Come on Marin, get yourself together" says Marin as he slaps his cheeks to focus. "I'll use three ropes for the structure and maybe I could manage to make thinner ropes to make a sort of net between the outer structure and the middle rope, also using branches in between to add stability, so even if Kitty doesn't finds big leafs we'll be able to rest on the hammock".

Decided, Marin began to  unravel more fiber and began to spin it into threads at a vertigionious speed, only foucsed on unraveling and spinning as if the rest of the world had fade, making enough thread to knit four scarfs in the process. One he came back to his senses, he began to build the hammock by putting the three ropes in paralel and sticking branches to the ropes. Then, he used the branches and the ropes as a point of suppart and began to make a net with the thread. Once he had finished, he secured the hammock to a tree, making cuts at the trees to secure the ropes of the hamock. Coincidentally, Kitty Noire also returned with leaves and a couple of things she had found, like berries and mushrooms. Marin checked the mushrooms and threw away the ones neither of them knew. Then he checked the berries while Kitty put the leaves she had found on the hammock, also getting on the hammock to test it.

"Okay, the good news are that we have food for tonight, fire and a hammock that we can bring with us later" says Marin.

"Not bad for to newbies if I say so to myself" says Kitty Noire.

"That's true, but some pros would already have a little hut already and also made a few useful tools" points Marin.

"But we're not pros, so we have to put up with this" says Kitty booping his nose. "Now, let's prepare something for diner, I'm starving".

"Since we only have berries and mushrooms, I'll boil the mushrooms so we also have water to drink afterwards" says Marin as he puts the mushroms on boiling water.

"Wow, you surely know your stuff" says Kitty Noire.

"Well, I had a phase of watchin survival documentaries and wildlife programs on the TV" says Marin rubbing his neck awkwardly.

"Guess I'll have to rely on your opinions then" says Kitty toyingly pushing Marin.

"Hey, I'm no pro at survival, I just know some stuff because of the documentaries, but it won't be that simple" says Marin. "Concretely, food. I'm not sure that we'l be able to hunt big things and we'll most likely have to eat slugs worms and insects".

"Worst come to worst, I'll eat anything you give me. But I'd rather not eat slugs, worms or insects if possible" comments Kitty.

"The mushrooms are ready, let's eat and go to sleep" says Marin.

They ate their foods without hurrying, mainly because it wasn't very tasty due to the lack of condiments, but also because they had nothing else to do. Once they finished, they drank the water where they had cooked the mushrooms and ate the berries as dessert, not that they were very filling, but it was something. After that, they packed everythin on the impovised bag and hanged the bag on a branch to avoid that wild animals would rummage through it. They also dig a hole and put their waste there, just to refill the hole with dirt again also to avoid attrackting animals. Just in case, they added more branches to the fire and then they went to sleep.

It was quite awkward for both, sleeping on one hammock, so close to each other and without anyone else in a radius of five hundred meters. Kitty had to admit that the hammock was far more comfortable than she had ever expected. On the other side neither of them could gather enough sleep to go to dreamland, given that they were very close to each other and they had a crush on the other without the other knowing it. Gathering some courage, Marin asked to Kitty if it was okay with her if he hugged her to preserve their body heat, to which she accepted quite enthusiastically, but in the end Marin basically spooned her as they both melted in happiness and Marin mentally recited some cooking recipes.

"Good night Marin" says Kitty Noire.

"Good night Kitty" says Marin.

"I love you" think both, leaving those unspoken words hang on their minds untill they fall asleep.

[bloopoopp]

8/7/19 10:00 p.m. 

Journal Entry 

- Today was okay, the night has been better than i thought it would be. isaac and i parted ways last night and i was finally able to see whats been going on and how he feels. i finally feel like i can let go. nonetheless i know it will still be difficult, but a lot easier. omar helped me realize that i was taking life way too seriously. especially now during summer! i want to go out and have as much fun as i can before i leave. ive got plans that fill up each and everyday until monday. im excited to spend time with my friends.  ive got plans with meera, omar, jamie, gener, my family, sustainability at the farmers market, the photoshoot, beach and mountains and the fox theatre and eeeee. ill probably use the camcorder some more at the show *^_^* meera has been especially helpful through all of this turbulence. shes shown me so much love and support. and im really proud of myself or making girlfriends and getting close to her, all while not hooking up with anybody. staying single and celibate is hard! agh also, alex reached out to me a couple days ago and said he wanted to see me before he leaves because he saw a big part of his life with me and i blocked him hehe. im not talking to him or seeing him ever again. he is so not good for me. this whole thing with isaac has fucked me up pretty bad. its brought up so many traumas and triggers and insecurities and wounds. but im really glad, bc im not tryna carry that shit around anymore. i feel like im in this cacoon right now, trying to break out. ive been seeing so many butterflies but moreso catipillars. like i mean ill spot one randomly in a blade of grass just with a glance. its insane its like they want me to see them. im nervous about hsu. i hope im happier there, but ithink i will be. its just that the workload is heavier, they require more classes. so im taking less of what im interested in and more of what im not, and cramming. yikes. well see how it goes. but ive felt that going there is right for a while so im trying to stick to that and trust. i also think a lesson right now is not to do things on my own but also not be codependent on people. like the universe is pushing me out of my nest and saying i can do this yet im not alone. anyways, i got like 4 hours of sleep, im exhausted in every way. goodnight.

[personality-slate-blank]

Post recall: Bastion (And torbjorn)

Bastion was travelling with torbjorn after the engineer found him in the woods. Torbjorn received the recall and deceieded to use bastion's programming to find the nearset overwatch base. It was slow work, as bastion is as slow as a lame donkey but they made it to an old Oslo base. Long overgrown and untended to, torbjorn still managed to get a computer up and running long enough to capture a video showing his turret destroying part of the rest of the base.

This was both to send a message, and to destroy the evidence it may have captured about when and where torbjorn had moved, as some people may want to pay him a visit. After all you dont get to his age without gaining a few enemies. Despite only just having got to the base, they needed to move as soon as the video was released. Watchpoint Gibraltar was a long walk from where they were and whilst torbjorn could call in a few favours to get them there faster, but it was risky. That was why they sent the video.

A small turret faced left, firing right then straight on, it would be inverted and polarised to further confuse any one who may intercept it. As it showed where they were walking and they weren't hiding the location it was taken, so anyone of his old comrades would know: North east. Oslo base norway. Slow. May need back up. It was a detailed message, hence the destruction of the base and the comms.

Bastion would prompt too much fear in a civilised area, so they were confined to the wilderness. Not impossible, yet it made back up harder to reach and with no comms it was a waiting game of how long it took to find anyone.

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Days later bastion was still walking along the same path, although it was different, he wasn't scared because he had his friend with him, ever busy gathering sticks for a nest from the large snow capped trees. He has enjoyed seeing all the different things around. Thankfully they weren't at "BASE: OSLO" long as it was too quiet and these woods were much nicer in his opinion.

Torbjorn treated Bastion like a curious child. A metal, deadly, curious child. And as such he had so far shielded him from the sight of his turret. Asking bastion to politely step outside and guard the door while he destroyed the Oslo base. He wondered how the metal baby would react to a ship coming in, wondered how he'd react himself, it's been a while with no overwatch activity After all. A few hours later they spotted a large ship in the distance and torbjorn didn't have to wonder any longer. The low hum of the aircraft was steadily getting louder and it came lower and lower to the ground, passing over them to the clearing a mile over. As it passed over, torbyorn could have sworn he saw tracer wave at him from the cockpit, at that he turned round to see Bastion set up in turret form, at the edge of the trees, waiting on his orders to attack "well now, did that hunk of junk scare you?" He laughed as he patted Bastion's barrel, shaking his head. A sad series of boops answered him and he took it as an apology, continuing with "that's friendly, we dont attack it. Now come on, we've got a little further to go".

Just before they made it to the clearing, torbyorn instructed Bastion to wait in a ditch out of sight for a second, not to take any noise, and wait for him to call it over. As torbjorn walked out, Lena opened the doors and Winston greeted his fellow comrade, "good to see you again my freind! I'm so glad you answered my call" he shouted with a smile on his face

"Aye, good to see you too!" Torbjorn answered slowly walking up to the open door "I could never leave for too long" he said jokingly, as he got up to Winston. He then leaned through and said his greeting to tracer and talked for a while, but had to stop suddenly as he remembered why he was here alone.

"Agh! I forgot abou' the kid!" He yelled, cutting tracer off slightly, they looked at him in shock

"Wait, you brought a child out here with you? What would ingrid say?" Asked Winston

"Not one o' mine ya' bafoon" torbjorn said, getting up and moving over to the edge of the clearing before yelling "Bastion! You can come out now!" And getting confused stares from his companions. All torbjorn said in answer was

"just wait, he'll come"

a few slow footsteps later and bastion poked his head out of the trees a few meters down, his bird sitting on his shoulder area, and started walking over to the frantically waving dwarf who said "Hey buddy! Sorry to be so long, these are my freinds" and turned around ignoring the fear on Winston's face and, tracer hiding behind him, very slowly reaching for her pistols while bastion was distracted by following torbjorn. He subtly gestured for her to stop reaching for her weapons and come out from behind Winston to meet him, "no need for that! Come say hello to my new kid" and tracer nervously walked towards the omnic while looking at torbjorn like he's insane. Upon seeing Lena, Bastion beeped a few times in greeting and held out his hand so the bird could look at her closer, "Aww you ain't so bad are ya?" She cooed, holding out her fingers for the bird to inspect, "well, hiya bastion, nice to meet you" she said as she drew her hand back to wave slightly at the omnic's blue screen a few high pitched melodic beeps sounded and tracer just giggled and turned back to torbjorn, "now if only all your kids were this nice!" She teased. Walking back over to the ship, She continued "Now come on, we've got to head back we've had a response from the cowboy"

Bastion liked the girl, she was nice to the bird and to himself, he wasn't so sure about flying in the ship, but so long as he had the bird he would be fine.

[princesscrownprince]

// J, L, and V for Kai 🤲🤲🤲🤲🤲

🎀 KAI ASLICHER 🎀

J   :   JEALOUSY.   does your muse get jealous in a relationship?

Kai sighed at the question directed at him. Why so personal all of a sudden? He could almost feel a headache creeping up his temples. With a ruffle of his hair from behind, Kai clicked his tongue and replied.

"It's not that I get jealous and shit. It's just..." he hesitated, looking off to the side as he bit his lower lip nervously. This was a rather huge thing for him to reveal to anyone, and he didn't particularly like the idea that people knew this about him. He didn't want it to be used against him. But, he has a question to answer and he no choice but to do so.

"I'm... I'm scared. " he confessed, "I'm not the best person in the world to be dating nor am I the ideal boyfriend everyone wants so... just the thought of you leaving me or someone taking you away from me... it scares me more than anything. I don't... " he sighed, crouching on the ground as he pulled up his hood to cover his face.

"I don't want to be alone..."

He could feel tears pricking his eyes as he hid away, "But if you want to go and leave me... Fuck..! Then go! I ain't gonna fucking stop you... "

L   :   LOVE.   who does your muse love?

Kai rose an eyebrow at the question with an incredulous look on his face. Did you really just ask him that? It should be obvious by now.

"My brother. Duh." Kai replied as if it were the most obvious thing in the world, "But don't you fucking think I meant that romantically! That's fucking sick! I love Lou, as his younger twin brother. That's all. That's it. " he paused, lightly bouncing on his feet as he reluctantly shrugged.

"He's a really cool brother." he giddily added.

— ❝ KIN AU : @sakamaki-laitokun ❞

Kai sighed, a small blush forming on his cheeks as he scratched the back of his head. That should be obvious...

"As much as I uh... FUCK! WHY IS THIS SO FUCKING HARD?!" He yelled at himself, roughly ruffling his own hair into a messy bird nest. The blush that adorned his cheeks only brightened at every second.

He panted heavily, trying to calm his nerves and beating heart.

He cleared his throat.

"It's the fucking Tomato Princess. " He cringed at himself for using Lin's nickname rather than her actual name.

A couple more attempts were made until he grew tired of himself and gave up.

"AGH! YOU KNOW WHO THE FUCK I MEANT! YOU KNOW WHO YOU ARE! I'M OUT!"

V   :   VALENTINE.   how does your muse feel about valentine’s day?

"Valentine's?" Kai repeated with a tilt of his head, his eyebrows furrowed as he recalled what his brother told him about this holiday. "Uh... It's whatever, I guess. I don't really give a shit but Lou looked so excited about it so I had to give at least a bit of shit about it. Not that I care at all. " he shrugged, looking away as he continued his reply with a nonchalant tone.

"Why have a specific day to express your feelings for someone when you can just do it everyday? I don't fucking get it. "

[oloreaa]

Agh I was trying so hard to leave you alone and stop annoying you for a long weekend but then you go post something like that and I just want to shower you with love and adoration 😭😭😭

ESP as I’m in 💯 nest/cuddle/be cute mode ❤️❤️❤️

Ps: YOU ARE ELANA YOU ARE SO BEAUTIFUL FOR REALZ

~🐎

BABE YOU'RE ABSOLUTELY NOT ANNOYING WHERE DID YOU GET THAT IMPRESSION🥺🥺😭😭😭😭 oh my gosh I love seeing you pop up you're not being annoying omg🥺🥺❤

I love you so so much and you're always so cute and babe please know I absolutely adore seeing you in my inboxes😭❤❤❤

[the-battle-lesbian]

We Carry the Fire: Chapter 11- Danger, Danger, Danger

Hey look I put the most recent update on tumblr in full. Here’s the whole thing on AO3- https://archiveofourown.org/works/12180471/chapters/28466436

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March 17, 2034

Shorty’s Saloon, Purgatory, Alberta

Wynonna pulled Peacemaker from her boot and aimed it at the creature. The barrel of the gun began to glow a fiery orange; its approval to take the shot.

“Aw, no more flowers? That’s too bad; they really brought out your eyes.” She cocked the gun and placed her finger on the trigger. At the sound of the gun clicking into place, the wolf snarled and dashed to its left, narrowly avoiding the first bullet from Peacemaker.

“Dammit! Nicole, feel free to shoot!”

“Will do,” Nicole aimed at the wolf as it ran towards the basement door on the other side of the bar. She took a shot, and it hit its mark with a yelp from the creature. It stumbled when the bullet pierced it’s thigh, but quickly continued to the cellar door. By this time, Wynonna had re-aimed Peacemaker and had found her target- the back of the wolf’s head- once again. The gun resumed glowing once it found its mark, and she pulled the trigger. Instead of the crack and smell of old gunpowder that she was anticipating, Wynonna only heard the gun click uselessly.

“What the fuck you stupid gun...” She hit the gun with her other hand a few times, as if it may have gotten stuck. When she held it up for a third attempt, the wolf stopped short of the basement door and turned around to face her; its eyes were unreadable, but in that moment, the beady little things seemed almost pleading- certainly not as angry as they had been earlier.

Peacemaker started to glow again, but quickly it started to stutter and flicker. Wynonna faltered when she felt the gun start to tremble in her hand, and despite her best efforts to keep it pointing forward, the barrel started to turn off to the side, away from the wolf, as if a force was pushing it away.

The wolf seemed equally as surprised as Wynonna at the turn of events, but wasted no more time taking advantage of the opportunity to escape. It balled up a fist and punched a hole through the old wood of the door. It then returned to all fours and climbed through, escaping into the cellar below. As soon as the creature was gone, Peacemaker stopped shaking.

“Wynonna, what the hell just happened?” Nicole was staring apprehensively at Peacemaker, who had since reverted to a normal, antique revolver.

Wynonna’s mouth moved as she tried to form words to explain what had just happened. Instead, she ended up groaning and gestured feebly at the busted basement door. “Come on dude, you have hands. The door was unlocked.”

“Wynonna, it’s a demon. Are the lack of manners really surprising you?”

“No, I guess not. But still. Damn. I can’t afford to fix that.”

The two women spun around when they heard the front door to Shorty’s bang open. Both raised their weapons reflexively, but lowered them as soon as they saw just who came running through the doorway.

“Sienna! Get back outside, now!” Nicole ordered when she saw her daughter running frantically towards her.

“Mom, I swear to god, you better not have shot Eva!” Sienna was panting when she finally stopped by the bar.

“Did you run the whole way here? And wait, why would I shoot Eva?” Nicole looked at Wynonna for some clarification, but the elder Earp just shrugged her shoulders.

They heard the front door open again, and this time Waverly and Jeremy came running in, Waverly holding some kind of long metal tube and Jeremy carrying a medical bag stuffed full of supplies.

“Wow, Sienna, you are really fast. Ugh. Or I’m really out of shape.” Jeremy dropped the bag on one of the bar tables with a thunk and held onto his side, gasping. “Agh! I think I have a stitch.”

“What’s going on? Why did you guys run all the way here? Is the Jeep not working?” Nicole was puzzled, and the creature that had fled downstairs was momentarily forgotten.

“The Jeep is perfectly fine; Sienna just bolted once we figured it out and at that point it was drive and let her run alone, or follow her. So obviously...here we are.” Waverly was noticeably less winded than her counterpart, but still struggling to catch her breath after the sprint to Shorty’s.

“What’s with all the gear? It looks like that time in ‘21 when the raccoon nest was discovered in the vents at the station. Oh my god, do you remember the mama raccoon that attacked Doc’s face cause she thought his mustache was one of her babies? That shit was hilarious-“

“Wynonna, focus. Jeremy figured out what is wrong with Eva, and we may not have much time to find her again.”

“Wait- you lost our cult refugee? How?” Wynonna interrupted Waverly with a stunned look.

“Well, said refugee jumping out of a window tends to do the trick,” Waverly replied pointedly. Before Wynonna could respond, she continued, “Eva’s a shapeshifter. Her and Sienna were going to the break room for lunch when Eva collapsed. Sienna ran to get us, and by the time we got there, she had turned and fled.”

“Wait, so how did that tell you she’s a shapeshifter? Maybe she just freaked. She was in the Cult of Bulshar for god knows how long.”

“Her blood told us,” Jeremy interjected, finally having found his breath. “I was doing a routine examination under a microscope, looking for abnormal structures, signs of infection, etcetera...and under the high power scope, you can see the strands of DNA. Barely- they just look like fishing line- but you can see them. And hers was jumping.”

“Jumping? So she’s a shapeshifter because her DNA does the Cha Cha Slide?”

“Yep, basically,” Jeremy nodded at Wynonna’s analogy. “Her DNA was jumping because it’s unstable- the ‘jumping’ was the strands reconfiguring themselves rapidly, instead of sticking to the same double helix formation it normally would.”

“So when her DNA ‘jumps’ enough, she transforms,” Waverly added.

“Okay...so we’re harboring a shapeshifter. But what exactly does she shapeshift into?” Nicole had grown increasingly concerned as Jeremy and Waverly explained what had happened. She was pretty sure she already knew the answer.

“I can’t say for sure based on the blood samples alone, but it’ll be some type of animal-“

“Like a wolf.” Wynonna finished for Jeremy. She turned to look at Nicole, who had since holstered her gun and was holding her face in her hands.

“Ohhh my god, I shot Eva.” She murmured in horror.

“Mom! What did I just say?” Sienna threw her arms in the air. “You could’ve killed her! Where is she now?”

“Shorty’s basement,” Wynonna pointed at the broken door. “She’s paying for my door when she’s better, by the way.”

“Okay, that’s good. The only way out of the cellar is back up the stairs, so that makes the next step easier.” Jeremy opened the bag he had set on the table and started rifling through its contents.

“What is the next step? Our best shot at putting an end to the Cult of Bulshar and this curse randomly turns into a dog with a penchant for vandalism.” Wynonna sighed and fidgeted her fingers together absentmindedly. Nicole noticed and gently tapped her friend’s arm, and the fidgeting stopped.

“Aha! There you are you slippery little thing...” Jeremy didn’t seem to have heard Wynonna as he pulled out a large syringe filled with a milky liquid. The end was feathered like a dart. He bit down on the barrel and pulled the plastic protective cap off, revealing a long hypodermic needle. Jeremy held the syringe carefully in his hand, keeping the needle well away from himself. “One whopper of a dose of ketamine. I measured out enough to take out a Clydesdale, so it should bring her down.”

“Ketamine, wow. That really is the potent stuff. But how do you plan to get all of that into Eva? She’s already pretty pissed about Nicole shooting her, so I don’t think she’ll take too kindly to that.” Wynonna pointed warily at the syringe that Jeremy was still holding, needle facing upwards.

“That’s where this comes in,” Waverly held up the tube she had brought. Close up, one could see that it was hollow, and just large enough around to fit the syringe. “It’s from the animal control office on the other end of the station; because I too remembered the infamous raccoon incident of ‘21- specifically how they used blow guns to dart the little rascals and round them up.”

Jeremy took the blow gun from Waverly, capped his thumb over one end, and dropped the syringe in the other, the needle facing opposite his hand. “One shot of this should knock her right out. Then we can secure her and get her back to Black Badge. The thing with shapeshifting is that she will revert back to human, it just takes time. Hopefully just a few hours. Now, take me to where the little sheila is, but stand back, cause it’s gonna be danger, danger, danger!” The scientist smiled as he spoke in a bad Australian accent.

“Steve Irwin, really, Jeremy?” Nicole deadpanned.

“It’s too soon, mate,” Wynonna solemnly agreed.

“Guys, that’s enough of your old people references! I hear Eva down in the basement!” Sienna was peering through the hole in the door into the darkened stairwell. She could hear a faint shuffling as the wolf paced around below. “She’s probably so scared.”

“Okay, it’ll probably be best if only two of us try going down there; it’s a narrow staircase and we don’t need to startle her any more than she already is.” Jeremy walked up to the broken door and put his free hand on the knob, “I have the blow gun so I’ll be person number one. Who wants to walk down in front of me? Someone she won’t feel as threatened by would be best; I’ll shoot from behind.”

“I’ll do it!” Sienna raised her hand eagerly and tried to keep her voice at a whisper, so as not to scare Eva down below.

“No!” Waverly and Nicole interjected in unison.

“Why not? I’m small and friendly and great with animals!” Sienna did not want to get sidelined from the action yet again.

“Exactly, you’re small. I’ll go down with you, Jeremy. Eva seems to be more comfortable around me anyways, and at least I’m not one of the two knuckleheads who tried to shoot her.” Waverly raised an eyebrow at her sister, who just rolled her eyes.

“But Mama-”

“No ‘buts’, Sienna. Stay up here with Mom and Auntie Nonna while Jeremy and I go get Eva. You can be there for her when she comes to as a human again.” Waverly’s tone made it clear that this was her final decision, and Sienna decided to let it go- for now.

“Fine. But can I at least call Alice and tell her what’s going on?”

“Sure, I don’t see why not. Any particular reason you seem so eager?”

Sienna’s face broke out in a mischievous grin, “I can’t wait to see Alice’s face when she finds out her hero is a werewolf.” She held a hand over her heart and faked a swoon as she said “hero”, and took Waverly’s cell phone to make the call.

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March 18, 2034

Black Badge Office, Purgatory, Alberta

Eva’s eyes fluttered open when the morning light danced across her face. At first, she couldn’t recall where she was or what had happened, but she instinctively pulled the soft blanket covering her closer. The mattress she was lying on felt thin, not unlike her cot back home.

Home.

She sat bolt upright, dread seeping through her veins. If she was home, she was dead. She was worse than dead. She couldn’t remember why, but she knew she was dead. In a panic, she surveyed the room she was in: desks, chairs, filing cabinets, science equipment...and then she remembered.

Black Badge. I’m still with Black Badge. I...I did ask to lie down, I think. How long did I sleep?

Eva turned to the right of her cot and saw Alice asleep in one of the office chairs. She had her head lying on the nearby desk, hair askew and a small puddle of drool forming at the corner of her mouth. Jeremy’s office was closed and the light was off, so he must still be asleep as well. Eva slowly crept out of bed and gently shook Alice’s arm to wake her, “Alice...Alice wake up, please.”

After a few shakes, Alice snorted and her eyes slowly opened. “Whaaattt?” she groaned, still half asleep.

“No one else is awake and it’s making me nervous,” Eva whispered, not wanting to startle the other girl too much.

When she heard Eva’s voice, Alice startled awake and lifted her head to look at her. She hurriedly wiped the drool from her chin and feebly tried to fix her bedhead. “Um- hi, Eva,” she smiled, “I’m sorry um...I didn’t plan to fall asleep; I was supposed...to be here...when you woke up.”

Confused, Eva furrowed her brows, “Why?”

Alice felt her cheeks starting to turn red as she fished for a response in her sleep-adled brain, “Uhh...well, you saved my life from my evil aunt, so I figured it was the least I could do to...you know, be supportive.” She nodded as she explained this, mainly to assure herself that it was an adequate explanation, and that she wasn’t worried at all that Eva wouldn’t wake up, “You uh- you slept for nearly 24 hours. You good? Remember anything?”

Eva sighed and shook her head, not seeming to notice Alice’s nerves, “I don’t. I remember going to lie down in Jeremy’s bed, and then I woke up out here. Did he have to move me because I slept too long?”

“Umm...not exactly. You don’t happen to have any...medical conditions you’re aware of, do you?” Alice wasn’t sure how to phrase this, especially if Eva wasn’t aware of her condition.

“Medical conditions? No...I rarely even get a cough. Why? Did I get sick?”

“I think it’d be best if Jeremy helps explain this one. He diagnosed it after all- from those blood samples.”

“I do remember the samples. So he found out what’s wrong with my memory?”

“This may explain a lot of the problem, yeaaahhh. Uh, hold on, let me go wake him up,” Alice stood slowly from the chair, the poor sleeping position having aggravated the bruise still healing on her side. When she’d taken a few steps away from Eva and was out of earshot, she sighed and shook her head slowly.

“At least I didn’t get sprung with the fact I’m secretly a werewolf like you’re about to, dude.”

[monofazz]

Flug’s new guardian

@weevmo I FINISHED THE FIRST BIT OF MY FIC FOR YOU! XD

CHRIST I LOVE THIS SO MUCH AUGH. SMOL FLUG IS THE BEST.

HOPE YOU LIKE IT

Flug had lived in the orphanage all his life.

He couldn’t remember his parents or where he had come from. The old, but well taken care of building served him as his home along with many other children. The two adults that ran the place were Jenny and Martin Filterworth. A couple who, by the rumours that circled the household, weren’t ever able to have children of their own, so they settled with taking care of kids who had no living relatives or were abandoned by their own kin.

Flug didn’t really know if his parents were alive or not. They had never told them his situation, but he had the darkest feeling that he was dumped at their front doorstep by his mysterious parents and left in the orphanage’s care as they ran off and out of his life.

In his time in his shared home, he was reclusive and shy, preferring to play on his own or take trips to the library to borrow books, or movies if they had any interesting ones to watch, like Star Trek or something on the lines of that, rather than playing with the other kids. They all tease and bully him anyways, so why stick around them if you’re just going to end up in tears?

But there was no escaping them forever, he practically lives with them, after all. So when Flug gets beaten up, he’ll put on a paper bag (with cut-out eyeholes for him to see.) and his conveniently long play lab coat to hide his injuries from his wardens. If they saw what happened to him, there would be questions and he’d have to answer them. This will only get him in more trouble with his tormentors.

Now that he was eight years of age, and freshly rejected in another round of parents looking to adopt, Jenny looked at him sympathetically.

“Someone will adopt you one day, don’t you worry, Flug.” She gave him a little pat on the head and followed the parents to do the final checks and approve of the Adoption Agreements papers.

The child sighed, mirthless and sat on one of the colourful kiddie chairs, a contrast of Flug’s gloomy mood. Would I ever be adopted?  He wondered to himself, So many kids I know had already gone to good families. There are articles around that say orphanages cannot take care of children once they reach a certain age. They haven’t specified. Am I getting too old? Where would I go once I reach the age limit? The articles haven’t said anything about this either! Am I going to get thrown into the street? Do I have to live in a cluttered dark alley?! I don’t want to live on garbage!

Flug started to panic and he quickly shoved his paper bag over his head— he used it for almost every situation now— and wrapped his scientist coat closer into his body and tried steady his hyperventilated breathing. He was only young! He read enough books and movies to know that the cruel outside world are not meant for children. It was for fully-fledged adults, who have learnt the ways of the world and how to survive, and even to flourish and live without worries.

But Flug hasn’t learnt everything yet! Not even half of it! A quarter of it! What will he do? What can he do? He can’t do anything, he was stuck, and only someone who is willing to take him in could get him out! He was helpless, so helpless!

Someone needs to save him now!

As if his prayers were answered, Flug heard the opening of the front door, jumping in fright when the door collided with a BANG against the pastel painted wall. When Flug turned around to see whoever stranger came in, he choked in a gasp.

Standing at the door, in a fine tailor-made suit and top hat, the most terrifying person Flug had ever seen. Can he even call it a person?

With it’s purple hued skin and a lack of nose, not mention his array of sharp teeth that seemed to grow with his smile, was a colour of a dull swamp green. Just everything about him screamed ‘Monster!’

Flug quickly turned away when the man set his one visible eye on him, the other was hidden behind his silver framed monocle. Flug could feel his heart accelerating and his hands shaking. You idiot! He whispered to himself in his mind. Idiot, idiot, idiot.

Shaking now, he grabbed a pencil and hurriedly scribbled drawings and math problems to go with it. This usually calmed him down. This should work…

If somebody… somebody took an unknown number of balls out of the bag… then… then… if the next person took twice as much than the first… and the third, thrice than first… then… then if there was… if the bag was empty and there were 48… balls in all….all…48… 7… 24... bags…

The man was right next to him, and he could feel his gaze drilling into him. Flug shook so badly, that he could have looked blurry.

Flug broke his pencil. This seemed to tip him off the edge and he sped off, unable to bear the man’s presence any longer. He could hear the maniacal laugh echoing in his ears long after he left the room.

Martin frowned at the man that came in, Flug hiding behind his legs.

“Excuse me sir? I’m Martin Filterworth, one of the owners of the orphanage. Are you here to adopt a child?” asked Martin carefully.

Flug decided to find his only father figure in this place to see why this scary, malicious man was here for.  He was looking rather out of place on the kiddie chairs that scattered the room; there weren’t any chairs for adults for him to sit in.

The man looked at his gloved hand, then back to Martin, “Well, why else would I be here for?”

Flug didn’t think of this, but he didn’t really imagine some terrifying man like him to stride in for this reason.

“Well, sir, uh…” Martin frowned at the other man, and Flug held onto his pants tighter. The child could tell Martin was trying to keep his disturbed reaction to this humanoid creature, “Do you think you are capable of taking care of a child?”

“Of course I am!” the man snorted, rolling his eye, “it’s not that different from taking care of hounds. Just gotta feed them, give them somewhere to sleep, take them out for walks, teach them to obey your every command— er, I mean—”

Martin’s frown just got even sourer as the man corrected himself.

“I— what I meant is, teach them proper manners and give them a good home and lots of parental… love? And… aff…affection? Yes… that’s it. Yes,” the man rolled his tongue at the unfamiliar words, as if tasting them. It looks like they had a horrible taste.

“Is there any reason you would like to adopt a child, Mr…?” Martin questioned.

“Black Hat,” the man with the name grinned as he stood up and took off his hat, under it… was another hat. Huh. “Black Hat is my name, Mr.Filterworth.”

The other man’s mouth twitched upwards in amusement at seeing the second hat, “Mr.Black Hat. What a name.”

“Say it all you want, it isn’t going to wear out any time soon.”

Flug scooted closer to Martin’s legs when he felt Black Hat’s eye on him again, almost making the older man trip.

“Agh! Flug! Please don’t stand that close, I nearly lost my balance!”

Flug reluctantly set a small distance between them, but he still held Martin’s trousers tightly.

“So this child is named, Flug is it?” asked Black Hat.

“Yes, it is. Come on, say hi, won’t you?”

Flug shook his head frantically, withering inside from the intimidating man’s stare. Then Black Hat gave the child a sharp-toothed grin that even looks out of place out of a T-Rex.

Martin hopped to gain his balance again when Flug suddenly clung to his leg, “Agh! Flug, please!” Flug just stayed there.

“Sorry, Flug is a timid one.” Martin said once he got his balance again.

“There’s always that one in a bunch,” Black Hat said, his smile unwavering. The amount of teeth is staggering. Flug thought even Martin should be the littlest bit intimidated. If he was, he wasn’t showing it.

“Yes, but you haven’t answered my question before. Is there any particular reason you would like to adopt a child?”

“Lots of reasons! Besides my plan to raise a child army and rule the worl— er, what I meant was that I… really, really, love children, yes. I do. I think they should have a good home and uh…have good parental influences in their lives. Some unfortunate souls end up in the streets all alone and afraid, having to turn to petty crimes to survive. Isn’t that pathet— sad?”

He didn’t look that concerned about it.

“They should have a chance to live their lives in proper care and taught the… ahem, moralities and goodness that they can share,” Black Hat seemed so pale, as if sick at the mention of goodness and love.

Martin blinked, he seemed to have not picked up any of body signs from the speech, he might even thought he was actually genuine.

“Uh, well. That… yes… you seem to sound like you’re determined to give a child a good life…”

“Yes, I am.” Black Hat said in an unconvincing voice, in Flug’s opinion, to Martin.

Flug just stared at Martin, horrified. Did he actually believe this Nightmare Man?

“If you are this confident, then follow me, I’ll show you the other children at—”

“Not necessary, I already made my choice.”

Flug’s heart plummeted when he felt his glare on him again. Did he?—

“You what?” said Martin, shocked, “Who?”

“Him, Flug, of course.” Black Hat said matter-of-factly.

Oh no.

“Flug? This Flug?”

“Are there any other Flugs? It doesn’t seem like a very common name.”

Flug wanted to have parents all his life, but… not him… not like this.

“I, I just… no there isn’t any other Flugs, this boy is one of a kind.” Martin patted the terrified child’s back. It did not help any.

Black Hat’s grin just got wider, if it was even possible. “Ah, good. Because this one had caught my eye. Nobody is on the waiting list for this kid?”

Flug wanted to say yes, just to make him go away, but Martin got in first, “No, sadly. Flug here is usually looked over by most wannabe parents, Flug has been here for a long time. But I think maybe it’s time for him to leave the nest, right Flug?”

Flug wanted to shake his head, to scream, I don’t want to go with this man! But his body disobeyed and stood still, a lump in his throat. He could only blink up at Martin with his pleading eyes that was peering out of the eyeholes of his paper mask.

Martin, once again, didn’t pick up on anything. What was wrong with him? Flug thought, Can he not see that I don’t want to go?

Apparently not.

Black Hat squatted down to Flug’s line of sight and tilted his head.

“Hello there, kid.”

Flug was gently pulled off Martin’s leg and set in front of Black Hat. Flug stepped back from the owner of the grinning set of pointed teeth, and bumped into Martin.

“Come on, Flug, it’s alright.” Martin said comfortingly.

Flug whined in protest, but, he took a little step forward.

As soon as he did, Black Hat just picked him up, eyes wide, “Look at you! HA! Little scientist bra- kid!”

Flug tried to struggle, but something about Black Hat’s grip on him had him completely immobilized.

Martin smiled at the two, “I’m glad to see Flug finally have someone to be his caretaker that’ll take care of him and provide the needs to make sure he grows up right. You’re a very funny man, you know that?”

“Yes, I’m hilarious. The hounds and the world domination thing was just a little joke,” Black Hat said in a dismissive voice, now carrying Flug by his waist, held very much like a long, thin pole.

“Well, I think that settles it, now all we have to do is fill in the Adoption papers and officialise your guardianship on Flug.”

Once this was all done, the only thing to report was that Flug was still being held by Black Hat in that very uncomfortable way.

As Black Hat received the papers that showed his guardianship with Flug, he walked out the door with a flourish. Martin and Jenny and other kids came to say goodbye.

Flug didn’t wave back, any move just made him more uncomfortable. He still couldn’t speak.

“Flug, you don’t know how lucky you are yet!” Black Hat declared as he walked away from the foster home.

Flug did not know.

Because he didn’t feel lucky at all.

[blkprzacktaylor]

Coffee (Trimberly w/wingman Zack)

Zack knew something was up after Rita’s defeat. Kimberly and Trini had spent quite a bit of time together during training already, but Zack assumed it was because they were the ladies of the group. They must’ve had their own problems that only other girls could relate to, which is what Zack thought they talked about. Turns out, he was completely wrong. Since Rita was smacked into space, Trini and Kimberly had nearly stopped interacting altogether, even during training.

He saw the looks Trini gave Kimberly when she thought no one was looking. Ever since that night around the campfire, he knew that she was crushing hard. He also saw the way that Kimberly interacted with Trini. It was different than the guys, but most importantly, it was different than most other girls. She was always concerned about Trini and never hesitated to rush to her side, even during training. Not to mention the not-so-subtle touches during sparring. I suppose it’s time to step in.

“Hey, Kimberly,” Zack greeted the pink ranger. They took the same path to the ship, so he managed to catch her then. It was good since they would be alone during that time.

Kimberly turned to the black ranger jogging towards her. “Hey, Zack.”

“Ready for training?” he asked casually.

Kimberly shrugged. “I guess. We haven’t been taking anything too hard since Zordon said we would be safe for a little while longer.”

Zack smiled. “Come on now Princess, you can’t be bored already!”

She laughed and playfully shoved Zack off the path. “Shut up! If you tell Zordon or Alpha any of that, they’ll amp up the difficulty to nearly impossible.”

“True, true.”

They walked in amiable silence for a bit. Zack was trying to find the words for his plan. “Hey, so do you want to hang out tomorrow?”

Kimberly raised her eyebrow at him. “Um, sure? Why?”

Zack blushed. “I need some help with school. You’re a smart person and I understand you when you talk, so I was hoping you could help me catch up.” He rubbed the back of his head. He wasn’t exactly lying. He did need help, but he definitely wasn’t planning on making one of the rangers go out of their way to help him.

“Oh, yeah! Sure! I can do that. We could just meet after school. Where do you think we should go?”

“How’s the coffee shop by the school? It’s one of the only cafes not destroyed by Goldar.”

“Good idea. We could just meet at my car and I’ll take you after school.”

Zack gave a thumbs up. After that, they reached the ravine leading to the pit. Neither of them hesitated as they dropped off the edge towards the water at the bottom.

Alright. Halfway there.

Zack was sparring with Trini again that day. The others had left already, but Zack and Trini always stayed a bit later to practice more. Once again, Trini brought Zack down without breaking a sweat.

They laid on the ground of the Pit laughing. “I may be little, but I’m feisty!” Trini rolled onto her stomach to rest after the day.

Zack couldn’t agree more. As of yet, no one had beaten Trini one on one. Zack got close since he practiced so much with her, but in the end, she always took him down. 

“Damn! Not even close!”

“And you’re not gunna get close!”

The two friends just teased each other on the ground for a bit, neither really wanting to walk home just yet.

When they finally decided that it was time to head back, Zack popped the question. “Hey, I was wondering if you could help me tomorrow. I need to catch up on all the class that I missed.”

Trini immediately twisted her body to face Zack. Her face was full of suspicion. “You don’t need help. I’ve seen your grades. You’re caught up already.”

Tch. Should’ve expected that. “I know my grades are looking okay, but I really have no idea what’s going on. The school just kind of handed me some make-up work and let me off the hook since they know about my mom. No one really taught me anything. I’m just filling out random numbers and letters at this point.”

Trini nodded. “Alright. I’ll help you, but you’ll have to do something for me.”

Zack agreed instantly.

“I need you to stop lying. Why are we meeting tomorrow? I’ve seen you up at that train car remember? You had textbooks out all the time, so you’re not filling out random numbers and letters.”

Agh. WHY. “Ummmmm, I’m setting you up on a blind date.” Zack definitely didn’t want to risk lying again. He would just have to face the wrath of Trini if he did.

“... No.”

“Please?”

“No.”

“I’ll buy you donuts.”

“... Okay, 30 minutes.”

Zack pumped his fist into the air. “Yes!”

“Little shit.”

Got the other half.

The next day, Zack texted Trini about where and when to meet him. The rangers went through school like any other day. The day flew by. Before Zack knew it, he was standing by Kimberly’s car, waiting for her to unlock it.

They left for the coffee shop as fast as they could to avoid the school parking lot traffic. When they got there, Zack chose a nice small table near the center of the cafe. It was nicely lit, but more importantly, it only fit 2 people.

Zack pulled out his books and papers as Kimberly ordered her drink. Zack didn’t want to spend anymore unnecessary money, so he passed. Kimberly sat down across from him, and pulled out some of her own stuff, telling Zack that they would just work together for the time being until she saw what he was struggling with.

She’d be a good tutor.

The cafe door’s bell rang about 5 minutes into working through interpreting One Flew Over The Cuckoo’s Nest Part 1. Zack could practically feel the murderous intent coming off of Trini before he even saw her. Apparently Kimberly must’ve felt it too since she turned around.

Her face immediately lit up, which in turn made Trini ease back the anger a bit. Zack stared down at his book, not wanting to look up at all. Trini approached the small table plastering a smile on.

Zack smirked as he finally pulled his head up. She is so going to kill me later.

“Hey, Crazy Girl!”

“Zack.”

“Trini! What are you doing here?” Kimberly was smiling brightly.

“This is the only cafe that wasn’t destroyed by Goldar.”

The three of them giggled a little at that. “Well, thanks, Princess. I should probably head home to get my mom her medicine.”

Trini’s anger significantly died with that comment. Kimberly waved at him, not taking her eyes off of Trini. “See you, Zack. You wanna sit, Trini?” she wasted no time in asking. 

As Zack walked past Trini, he quietly slipped a couple bills into her hand. He whispered low enough for only her to here. “For the donuts. Why don’t you share with Princess over there?”

“Cheeky bastard,” she whispered back, smiling.

Zack fled the cafe as fast he could after that. Welp, that oughta do something.

Trini sat with Kim after Zack left. She felt her stomach flutter a bit. Why is her hair so perfect? There is no way she cut that herself.

The two chatted for a bit, laughing and gossiping like they were schoolgirls. “Wait here.”

Trini got up and went to the counter. She ordered some donuts using the money Zack just gave her. When they gave her the donuts, she made sure to grab two forks and a knife. Before she returned to the table, she cut the donuts up into pieces so that they could share like they did that day before Rita came.

When she got back to the table, Kimberly was looking up at her fondly, probably remembering the same thing Trini did.

Before Trini could take a seat, she was pulled down by the collar of her shirt. She felt lips press against hers. Cherry. 

When the lips left, she tried to chase after them, but a finger was put up to her mouth. “I am so sorry.” Trini’s heart sank. “I’ve just been wanting to do that for a really long time, so I just need a moment to revel in the fact that I managed to do it before you scream at me.”

Trini smiled, giving Kimberly the moment she asked for. “Okay, you can yell now,” Kimberly winced.

Instead, Trini pushed forward and roughly shoved her mouth past the finger in her way. She took in Kim’s scent as she tasted cherry once again. Kimberly yelped as she nearly fell backwards out of her chair.

Suddenly, there was the sound of someone clearing their throat by the table. Trini looked up glaring at whoever decided to interrupt her long awaited kisses. Zack stood there smirking at the two girls practically sitting on each other.

“I forgot my book.” He reached under the chair and picked it up. Kimberly was blushing furiously, and tried to hide it by putting her face in the crook of Trini’s neck. Her shoulders were shaking with happy laughter. “Bye,” Zack bemusedly called as he left the cafe once again.

Kimberly whispered into Trini’s neck. “Cheeky bastard.”

The two of them laughed before another throat was cleared. Trini didn’t know where it came from, but she decided that it was best to tone down the PDA. She sat down in her seat, and ate the donuts with Kimberly. This time though, their hands were linked on the table.

Zack smiled knowingly at Kimberly the next day when she walked into school wearing a yellow beanie that looked an awful lot like Trini’s. 

Thank god. He thought right before his face was shoved into a locker by none other than Trini, who was blushing at the fact that Zack noticed the beanie. 

Zack laughed, shaking it off, and Trini just crossed her arms, turning her head away from him. “Thank you.”

Zack nodded, and they never mentioned it again.

Everyday that they didn’t have training, Kimberly would meet with Trini by her car after school and they’d head to the coffee shop, hands never parting. Of course, the rest of the boys noticed quickly that they were dating and congratulated them during training.

At the cafe, the girls would do what they do. Sometimes they would eat and do their work together in silence, just enjoying each others company. Sometimes they would talk about anything and everything, laughing and crying at the conversations.

Damn, I got lucky. Kimberly thought one day as she was watching Trini talk. She was rambling about this band that was coming to town to give a free concert as a sort of donation thing since the Goldar incident was still being resolved. 

Kimberly smiled inwardly, feeling the butterflies that she felt everytime she looked at the beauty before her. She didn’t think the butterflies would ever leave and she was absolutely okay with that.

She sipped at her drink. DAMN, I GOT LUCKY.