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bandgie · 1 year ago

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Poor Baby

Idol!Bangchan x sexworker!reader

a/n: a lot of you guys asked for a part two of this post and I will provide!

synopsis: You need to make end meet with your bills. When your boss gives you a huge opportunity to make big money, you hop at it (even if it impacts your dignity). Lucky for you, your favorite customer happens to be coming in that day.

cw: 18+ MDNI, glory holes, PIV, no protection (use it!), fingering, oral (f!receiving), pussy slapping, cursing, cock drunk reader, reader is called Nyx/Chris is called Koala, mentions of Lee Know, cum eating, Chris is more confident this time, Chris is called 'daddy' and he plays into it, brief mentions of sub-space, idk that's it

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"I dunno, sounds too risky," you bite your fingernails as you speak. The offer is a good one, triple your hourly and bonus tips. You were on the verge of not being able to make rent, but your boss literally put this opportunity in your lap. Had you been a higher rating girl, you wouldn't have to resort to being a gloryhole.

"Okay I see what you mean," he starts, "but it's only for the weekend. Five hours tops! I'll give you a 20 minute break in the middle of it." Your boss looks at you with expecting eyes. You would take the deal in a heartbeat, but it goes against the only rule you have. "I don't feel safe letting my clients raw dog me. What if they get me sick?"

Your boss shakes his head profusely, "No! Come on Nyx, you know I wouldn't let that happen to any of my girls. They'll take the test to see if they're clean in advance. I get it, it goes against your morals or whatever, but it's big money. Huge! People with names are going to come, literally, and I know you need this more than ever. It's why I came to you first."

You sigh, looking down at the hands in your lap. He's right, and he's a good boss. You have a good job, nice coworkers, and a boss who genuinely looks after you. That's hard to find in this business. After all, you do need the money. Doing this gig for the weekend will help tremendously, and you might even afford to take a few days off.

Finally, you nod. "Yeah I guess you're right. When should I show up?"

It was a lot sooner than you had anticipated. You and the other girls weren't allowed to know who was coming. Like your boss said, they were well-known, so they preferred to keep their identity a secret. That part did make you a little nervous if you're being honest, but you found comfort in knowing that they wouldn't be able to see you.

It would be better this way. Have half your body in a wall, legs open, let the dude use you until he cuts in mere minutes, and get on with the next. Men cum easily, especially when they used women like a fleshlight. Perhaps time will go fast like that, and you could start planning on what you can do on your mini vacation.

So here you were, upper body laid on a small bed chest down with a bar in front for support. Your lower body was out through the hole, legs standing for support. It was slightly uncomfortable, but you could manage. Other women were in different positions all around you, some higher and some lower. Your boss and a few of other workers helped lube you up. You're thankful for that because you know damn well the men coming in would just rail into you.

A few minutes passed before you could hear shuffling, murmurs, the unbuckling of pants. You tensed in anticipation. You were grateful they couldn't see you, but not being able to see them was an entirely different story. You gasped when you felt fingers explore your folds. They were impatient, violating, and too harsh. You bit your lower lip from barking at the man, trying to think of all the cash you'd be swimming in soon.

It's just for the weekend.

Chris found himself, once again, in front of your establishment. He had already gone though the club, the secret sunflower door, the code. The only difference was that he was accompanied by none other than the person who told him about this sex club, Lee Know. They both wore disguises, face masks and hats to conceal their face.

"I can't believe you convinced me to do this again," Chris groans. Lee Know only smiles and laughs. Minho pats him on the back, "You're the one that agreed. Plus they have something special going on. You'll like it." Chris follows Minho from the main floor of the sex club and into the back. It's the familiar path to where he met you, but way further back.

Christopher would be lying if he wasn't anticipating on meeting you again. It's embarrassing, but he jerks himself off at the thought of you. The way you feel, the way you taste, how patient you were with him. He would rather die than tell Minho about you, he would get teased until the end of days. It's silly to think he'd see you here, but he can't help but hope.

"Something special? Is that why I had to get tested for STD's?" Chris questions. Rather than giving a verbal answer, Minho hums. He didn't have to do that before the session with you, and you let him go raw. Maybe it's only for special event, he thinks.

Chris and Minho approach a booth with a person inside. She wears a plastic smile on her face, hair done perfectly and acrylic nails. "Names please?" Her voice is almost drained out by the moans and slapping sounds coming from the other side. It's just a curtain that covers it, so all sounds can be heard.

A blush quickly finds its way to Chris's face and ears. He's so flustered that Minho has to answer, "Koala and Rino." The lady in the booth seems completely dismissive about what's going on behind the curtain. She looks through a few pages before nodding, "Ah I see you right here. Please enjoy your time, the session ends in about 2 hours."

Lee Know nods in response and grabs Chris by the sleeve the drag him behind the curtain. To say he was surprised was an understatement. He couldn't even comprehend the sight at first. Men were covered in sweat, pants completely down. Cum was stained below where the women were placed. The smell was strong, and it made Chris grimace.

He turned to Minho, expecting the same reaction. Instead, Minho was looking as if he was at heaven's gates. "Isn't it beautiful?" Chris stays quiet rather than answering. Minho walks further in and Christopher trails behind. The women have only their lower body sticking out, some in doggy others in missionary position.

Chan has only seen glory holes in porn, never even considering seeing one in person.

"So here," Minho points at the wall above one of the women, "is the name of the hole. They don't provide pictures, which sucks. If you see a name you like or know, you just basically fuck it. Cum in it, don't come it. Touch it, don't. The main rule is to not reach in the cut out. Keep your hands to what's exposed, or you'll get kicked out. They're pretty strict when it comes to shit like this."

Chris doesn't bother asking how Lee Know knows so much, it's in his name afterall. "I dunno," Chris tentatively looks around the room. Other men seem to have face masks on, but some don't. He can recognize people form TV, the news, even some older politicians. Lee Know sighs, "Bro, they don't care about you. No offense. They're just here to get their dick wet and leave. It's only gay if you make eye contact."

Lee Know's joke lightens the mood, and Chris finds himself laughing alongside him. They did pay a pretty dime to be here for the special event, he might as well enjoy it. The two men go off in their separate ways not long after. It feel weird for Chris to window-shop like this, almost uncomfortable. It's not until he comes across a familiar name that makes his heart skip.

Nyx, he almost sings. You have your ass out at the height of his hips. He takes a few steps closer as if he couldn't believe it's actually you. Chris takes note of your of your swollen clit, the gaping hole, the cum that drips down your thighs. Without thinking, he reaches out his ands to rub your ass. Not sexually, but more in a comforting way. He can tell this takes you by surprise because you jolt.

"Poor baby," he says sympathetically. It's not loud enough for you to hear, but he can't help but want to console you. From the description he read of you before, he thought this was the last place you'd be. His hands stay soft, and he finds himself kneeling. He can feel the wet floor staining his pants, but he doesn't care.

To put on a show, you wiggle your ass for him. You think the man behind you is going to shove himself in, but you feel a hot tongue. You gasp as the sensation. Since you first clock in, no one had eaten you out. You honestly didn't expect anyone to. You're covered in other men's cum, who in their right mind would consider such a thing?

Chris would, in a heartbeat. If it's to soothe you, he would do anything. He feels like he owes you something. Sure he paid you after the last interaction, but it still felt like it wasn't enough. Tasting men's cum isn't pleasant, but hearing your muffled moans though the walls was worth it.

It reminds him of last time, how desperate you sounded with his mouth on you. He wished you could see his face, watching as your mouth twisted in pleasure. Even now, he's still wishing for the same. His mask is pulled down under his chin while he devours you. Your legs struggle to keep you up right, but you stay on your tiptoes.

You can hear him slurping behind you, his hands gripping the back of your thighs to keep you spread. His tongue flicks over your bud and goes back to teasing your entrance. You could feel your arousal seeping out, and that seems to spur him on more. Your hands grip the bar above the bed, and you so desperately want to grip his hair instead.

Despite being here for three hours, you haven't came. You've gotten close to finishing, but men always finished before you did. It left you frustrated, yearning. You pray that the man eating you keeps going until you cum, but you know better than to hope for that. Instead, you try to grind against his face with what little movement you have.

"Shit. You like that baby?" You hear him ask. His voice is vaguely familiar, a twist of a distinct accent you swear you've heard before. You nod though he can't see. "Fuck yes. Don't stop," you moan. Perhaps it wasn't smart to command the client to please you, it's the other way around after all. To your surprise, he keeps going. He has his tongue dip inside your pussy, feeling your smooth walls.

It's so unbelievably sexy of him to eat you out. He must look humiliating; on his knees, sucking out the cum of other men into his mouth, the filthy sounds that leave his throat. He's eating you like he's never had a good meal in his life, like he missed your pussy. His tongue is experienced too, and you can't help but think this is also familiar.

That recognizable knot in your stomach gathers, and you begin shaking. If he pulls away now, you think, I'll quit. You don't even have to tell him you're close, he can feel how you tighten around his tongue. He quickly pulls away and shoves a finger inside before you could complain. It's difficult to eat you out now that his finger is in the way, but he can use his other hand to replace his mouth.

Chris rubs your clit in circles while he pumps you with his other finger. You squeal at the impact, feeling how his hand meets your ass when he goes deep. Your toes curl, eyes roll back to your head, and loudly moan when you cum on his fingers. It's been so long, so long since you've cum from a client. The last time was with that Koala guy, the one with the...accent.

Realization hits you quickly. You don't even have the chance to say anything with how he finger fucks you through your orgasm. "Wait! wait wait wait..." Chris immediately stops when he hears you. He gently removed his hand from you and you almost fall limp. His hands catch your waist and he keeps you up.

"Are you okay?" His voice is full of concern, full of care. Yeah, that can only be one person. You laugh breathlessly, body still quivering from your recent orgasm. "Shit Koala. How long has it been? Like three months?" You imagine he's choked up, unable to answer you. You've had a lot of customers, and it's impossible to remember them all. Koala, however, has left quite the impression on you.

He laughs awkwardly, "Something like that yeah. Uh...how ya been?"

You blow a raspberry and chuckle, "I don't think I'm in a position for a little reunion. You came here to fuck no?" Chris is a little stunned with your words, but agrees. "Yes. Well no. I mean yes, but not like-" he keeps rambling. You take pity on him and decide to take the lead, "No no I get it. You came here to fuck my pussy right?"

Chris feels like his face is on fire. He wish he could deny it, but he can't. He did come here with hopes of seeing you, to feel you again. Sure he could have fucked any girl here, but how could he when he knew you were here. All pretty and prepped for him. "What if I said yes?" he teases. "Would that make you happy?"

It's surprising to hear Koala tease you back, but you're more than happy to oblige. "Hmm...maybe. It's been a while since you've fucked me, might not be as good as before." Chris laughs, hands squeezing your ass, "I think you know you're lying to yourself. Got you cummin' on my tongue in minutes. Imagine what I could do with my cock."

His confidence has you horny. Before, he was pliant and submissive. He's a totally different man now, who knows what happened in three months. It could also be the fact that he can't see you properly, so it gives him some courage to be bold. No matter, you find it beyond attractive.

"All this talking and no fucking," you complain. "Maybe you are rusty."

In all honesty, Chris hasn't really fucked after you. He rarely did in the first place, but he genuinely thinks no one can compete with your cunt. He knows you're joking with him, but it still makes him nervous. Three months is a long time, he might have lack in some aspects now that he's the one taking control.

Still, he's given such a golden opportunity to show you that he can please you. Chris's grip on your ass tightens for a brief second before he grabs ahold of the base of his cock. It's already hard, red from screaming at Chris to put it in. He uses one hand to guide his cock into your abused hole and the other to rub soothing circles on your waist.

You can't help but smile. It doesn't how dirty he can talk or act, he's still a gentleman at heart. The nearly forgotten stretch makes you whimper when he puts his tip in. His cock is hot and can easily slide in with no problem. Despite that, he still take his time. Chris really wants you to feel how you pussy stretches around him, how he can glide against your warm walls.

Your knuckles turn while from gripping the bar so hard. You almost want to scream at him to hurry up and fuck you. Instead, you find yourself whimpering the contact. Your hips move against him to try and slip his dick in. It works a little, feeling his cock roughly an inch deeper. You can hear him moan behind the wall, a breathy higher pitched whine that makes your cunt wetter by the second

"You still sound so pretty," you whisper. You doubt he can hear you from the other men and women fucking, but he does. Little did you know, that he has his ear against the wall. Chris just needs to hear how you sound, what noises you make. He knows he must look so pathetic, and he's grateful that Lee Know is no where in sight.

Finally, he fills you up completely with his girth. Your legs twitch and squeeze together at the intrusion. You can feel the tingles that travel up and down your body from pleasure. Whimpers and moans leave you lips when he starts thrusting. You're thankful for the wall that separates you two. Before, you had tried to remain professional. Now you can be as loud as you please without worrying. Well...that's what you think at least.

The combined feeling of your soft pussy and beautiful moans break Chris's sanity. Both of his hands grip your sides so he could bring you to meet his thrusts. It's so loud and wet, he thinks you two must be the loudest in the room. Chris loves watching as your cunt drools on his cock, leaving strings of arousal on your ass and his thighs.

You're on the verge on tears letting this man fuck you relentlessly. It feels so indescribably amazing, you let your mouth hang open. "Oh fuucckk," Chris hears you groan. Heat and pleasure remain in your lower stomach, slowly building. It's torture with how it feels like too much and not enough all at once.

You find yourself wishing you could use your hand to rub your clit, but the wall prevents that. instead, you try grinding your thighs together tightly for stimulation. It works, but at the cost of choking Koala's dick. He whimpers, almost pained from the sudden tightness. He moves his hands to the inner parts of your thighs and spreads them open in response.

"Gonna break my fuckin' cock," he mumbles, lightly laughing. Chris resumes his thrusts, but he notices the constant moving of your hips. So much so that he even slips out momentarily. He thinks that it's getting too much for you, but the way you're begging for him to shove it back in says otherwise.

"What's the matter baby?" His voice is light. His strokes are softer now, giving you the ability to speak properly. You take a few heavy breaths before answer, "Touch me." You sounds so desperate, so out of your character that Chris almost wants to tease you further.

Almost.

He concludes that you must be getting close, just wanting to extra rubbing to really get off. Chris grants your wish and uses his fingers to rub circles on your clit. Your reaction is immediate, bucking and crying out in gratitude. Chris smiles fondly at how your body replies to his touch. Now he can tease you without feeling guilty.

"What do you saaayy?" He speaks in a sing-songy voice. Had you been fully cognitive, you would've cursed him. You headspace isn't working though, and you find yourself expressing your appreciation quickly. "Thank you daddy. Thank you thank you. I needed it sooo bad."

The pet name throws him off, making him stutter his hips for a split second. Chris deeply blushes at the term, unsure if he hates it or loves it quite yet. "Yeah? You like daddy's big cock in you?" He decides to test it out. Maybe it's because you're beginning to enter the sub-space zone, but you cum unexpectedly on his dick.

Chris feels you twitch around him and convulse. There was no warning, save for how creamy his length had gotten from your excitement. He almost praised you for how beautifully you painted his cock. Chris pulled himself in and out of you slowly to watch the white substance spread.

You couldn't stop moaning, fully crying from the orgasm. You normally had a good gauge on when you could cum and how to prolong it, but Koala had proven to fuck you up in more ways than one. You body shook and hugged his cock practically lovingly. Feeling him slide his dick slowly inside of you only make you wail louder.

Once Chris felt like you had come down enough, he fucked you with intent. He doesn't know how he was able to last this long, but he's chasing his own orgasm now. You can do nothing else but to take it. You groan everything he hits your deep, tip touching your womb. You can feel your cream dripping down your thighs.

This only encourages Chris more to finish. He wants nothing more than to mix your arousals together. Chris throws his head back and groans, letting his dick settle fully inside you when he cums. Hot spurt bursts in your tummy and you moan at the warmth. You usually detest having clients cum in you, the clean up was irritating. Koala, however, is an exception. He's invited to cum where he pleased when it comes to you.

Hearing him though the walls is bliss, and you wish you could see his face. He's probably still wearing that stupid mask, you think.

Chris lets himself give a few more good thrusts before pulling out, leaving you empty. He uses his thumb to spread your pussy lips to look at how your cunt pools his cum out. He hums at the sight, and gives your pussy a slap. You jolt and yelp at the contact, still sensitive.

"Guess I'll take you answer as a yes," he suddenly says.

Rather than leaving, Chris keeps massaging his cum and your own around your lower lips. You sigh contently as you feel him explore your folds. He's not doing it hard enough to give intense pleasure, but enough to feel soothing. It must be a mess down there, but Chris is entranced by the sight.

He so distracted that he didn't hear Lee Know's footsteps coming at the side of him. It's not until Chris feels his presence that he turns. They make eye contact for a moment before Chris straightens up, wiping his wet hands on the wall. The men have a silent exchange of words before Chris withdrawals his hands from you.

Before you can protest, Koala gives you brief reassurance. "I'll see you tomorrow."

You hear his footsteps leave along with another pair of feet. His sudden departure leaves you feeling somewhat cold, but you quickly dismiss the feeling. It's business, nothing personal. It's something you've had to remind yourself for years working this job. This particular instance, though, leaves you more than just your pussy empty.

"See you tomorrow," Lee Know mocks Chris's earlier words on the way home. Chris has no choice but to put up with Lee know antics. He keeps rubbing in his face how he got to fuck five different girls while Chris only did one. Not that it really matters to Chris, but he knows that Lee Know is much more aware of his little crush now.

After finishing up his laughter, Lee Know throws an arm over Chris's shoulder. "I'm just teasing you man. But I was right you know. That you would like it." Chris can't help but smile upon seeing his friend's cheesy expression. "Yeah yeah, whatever," he playfully rolls his eyes.

"But really," Lee Know questions, "You'd be down to go again? Just for her?" Chris stops walking for a second to think, eyes up to the sky. The night is clear, stars and moon shining down on them. He doesn't know you well, only that your pussy and his cock belong together. Going to that club often would hurt his wallet over time, but he's starting to think that it may be worth it.

"Yeah, just for her."

a/n: really hope you liked it! feedback is appreciated. I am not planning on making a third part to this imma be honest, but I might write an epilogue if it's highly requested.

update!: third part here

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fandom-lover2 · 3 months ago

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Finding A Family

So what if we took the 'can we keep it' trope and threw All Might and his daughter into the mix?

Word count - 1727

Toshinori unlocked the door and pushed down the handle, slipping into the apartment just as a strong gust of wind brought with it icy snowflakes.

“I’m home!” he called into the apartment.

The lights were off, strange. You should have been home by now.

Granted, the sun set at 16:30 during the winter months, so it was still technically really early, but you didn’t have any after school activities today. And you would have called if you were meeting friends.

Maybe you were home, staying concealed in the cold darkness. He wouldn’t put it past you, you did have impeccable eyesight in the dark, an assumed advantage because of your quirk.

“Y/n?” he called out, removing his coat and shaking off some snow.

Still no reply.

Toeing off his shoes, Toshinori flicked on the lights and made his way into the apartment. Everything was as it was left this morning.

Venturing to the bedrooms, he did not find you there either.

He frowned, pulling out his phone and texting you. He wasn’t worried, of course not. You were a teenager, you could take care of yourself. But, just to be sure, he wanted to know where you were.

He’s a dad, he worries. Sue him.

On his way to the text app, his finger hovered over the tracker app.

No, he needed to be respectful. It was your privacy.

He’d give you 20 minutes then he’d check.

Once he was sure the text had gone through, he moved back through the apartment to the kitchen.

Might as well start on dinner, something to keep him somewhat distracted as his mind spiraled into worst case scenarios as to why you weren’t home.

He had affectively managed to get himself so stressed out that he was ready to track you down when he heard the doorknob turn. He’d relocated to the living room now, looking out the window to see if he could spot you on the street, but the snow and poorly lit streetlamps did little to provide him an answer.

Finally.

What should he do? He didn’t want to charge right at you and make it feel like an interrogation, but he also didn’t want you to think you could get away with this kind of behavior.

Maybe he should wait for dinner to have the talk, when you’re both seated and relaxed.

He heard you struggle with your shoes, before something thudded, presumably your school bag. He turned, folding his arms and preparing to face you.

You froze when you spotted him, and actually looked horrified to see him.

“You’re not at work.” you stated, taking a suspicious side step, as if blocking someone from view.

“Where were you?”

Well there went to the ‘not interrogation’ tactic.

“Why aren’t you at work?”

And it was true, he was home especially early today. That didn’t excuse why you weren’t where you should have been.

You shivered, your entire body convulsing violently. He noticed your blue lips then, and how you were hugging yourself. Your shirt was wet, which it shouldn’t have been if the coat you were supposed to be wearing was catching the snow rather than your bare skin.

“Where’s your coat?” he asked.

“Uhh…” you trailed off, turning back to the apartment entrance. “In use?”

Well that was entirely convincing.

Something wasn’t right, he could feel it.

He was about to open his mouth when movement behind you caught his eye. It was a dog, German Shepard it seemed.

Well, that was what it was supposed to be, except it was so covered in snow and ice it looked more like a Samoyed.

“Where did you get that?”

You tensed, and looked down to realize the dog was no longer behind you, but rather at your side.

“It’s a funny story.” you started, smiling like it pained you.

Toshinori hummed in agreement as he crossed his arms, encouraging you to continue.

“Soo, I met this woman, on the street. And she, uhh, asked if I wanted a dog. ‘Cause she was getting rid of her. And I said ‘Yeah’. So that’s, that’s the story.”

And throughout the painful experience of watching you attempt to lie on the spot, he noticed you looked everywhere in the room but him.

“Great, now say that exact same sentence looking at me.”

Your mouth opened and closed like a fish, cheeks getting redder than they already were from the cold.

“How’d you know?” you mumbled, looking at your socks.

“I’m your father.”

Good point, honestly. You remained stubbornly silent, resisting him. He continued to look at you pointedly, knowing you’d break.

“Fine.” you huffed, moving your head so you could look your father in his eyes.

“Everyday on my walk to school I pass a house, and they have her.” you gestured to the dog, who was watching Toshinori with the best damn ‘puppy dog eyes’ he’d ever seen in his life.

“They don’t give her water, and she always looks starving, malnourished. And she’s never allowed inside the house, no matter what weather. I usually give her my lunch and get her water, but with the blizzard coming tomorrow, I couldn’t stand by and let her freeze to death.”

Toshinori sighed, he knew where this was going. You’d been asking since you could talk to get a dog, and always wanted it to be a German Shepard.

How was it supposed to live in this tiny apartment anyway?

“So, I used my quirk and jumped the fence.” You added, piercing your lips as you watched your father for a reaction.

It took a him a moment to comprehend your words, repeating them to himself a few times to make sure he’d heard it properly.

“You did what?”

“They were gonna let her die.” you defended yourself, crouching down to wrap an arm around the shivering creature.

“I’m 99% sure what you did is illegal.” Your dad shot back, sitting heavily onto the arm chair behind him and dropping his head, hands coming up to massage his temples

“Only 99%? I thought you were a hero?”

Now wasn’t the best time for sarcasm.

“Y/n, you can’t just steal a dog.”

“They were neglecting her. It’s not stealing, it’s saving.”

“What are we gonna do with her? We can’t keep her in here.”

“We won’t. Just until the blizzard is over, then we find her a good home.” you pleaded to his right.

He sighed. Why did you have to have such a big heart?

Don’t get him wrong, he loved you for it, and he felt pride every time you went out of your way to help another, but stealing a dog? This was something new.

He felt a nudge by his foot, before something cold and wiggly was pressed against his slipper. He opened one eye and glanced down at the movement, expecting a full-grown dog staring up at him. Instead, he was met with a whining black mass so tiny it could fit in his palm.

“What the hell is that?”

“Oh, uhh, did I mention she has puppies?”

Toshinori clenched his jaw, shutting his eyes.

Of course, of course his daughter finds a dog with puppies and decides, “Hey, you’re coming home with me!” expecting there won’t be any issues from him.

And goddammit you were right.

He knew his answer had been ‘yes’ the moment he laid eyes on the mother, and the reveal of puppies did not change that.

He raised his head in time to see you walking towards him, four more black wiggles wrapped up in your coat. Well that at least answered one of his many questions.

You wordlessly handed the bundle over to him and he took it without hesitation, reaching down to grab the puppy squirming on the floor and adding it to the pile.

The puppies seemed barely 2 weeks old, eyes and ears still shut and limbs uncoordinated. He looked over at the mother, who watched him closely as he held her shivering babies close to his chest, and then looked over to his own baby who watched him just as closely, shivering.

“Go shower and get dressed warm.” he started, ignoring the smile that blossomed on your face. “Then you are going to find a vet that does house calls.”

“Yes! Thank you Dad.”

“You will be responsible for taking her out to do business, no matter the weather, and whatever monitoring needs to be done with the puppies!”

But you were already halfway to the bathroom, throwing an “Ok!” over your shoulder, despite not hearing a word he said.

He looked down at the mother dog, and she looked up at him.

“Kids.” he said, huffing in amusement when it seemed the dog rolled her eyes as well.

Toshinori moved then, making space on the floor closest to the warmest central heating panel and left the puppies to defrost, fetching an old towel to begin drying them and the mom, who’s ice covered fur was now melting.

Once they were all relatively dry, mommy dog lay down and the puppies immediately began the mad scramble to try reach her to feed.

It was at this time you had finished warming yourself and were heading to the front door to go find a vet and get supplies.

“Put a jacket on! It’s cold out there!” he yelled, standing up and rushing after you.

You smiled at him when he got to you, shrugging on one of his coats. “I’ll be back soon.” you reported, before taking a deep breath and braving it into the cold outside.

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It had been an hour by now, soup was made and waiting for you, and mommy dog was cleaning her puppies lazily while Toshinori watched on.

If someone had told him this was where his evening was heading, he would have believed them, and then joked about how he was surprised it wasn’t a horse.

“Guess what?” you shouted as you stormed into the apartment, shoes haphazardly taken off, judging by the loud thumps.

The female dog looked up and began wagging her tail.

He turned to look at you and his entire body sagged.

A woman in a white doctor’s coat stood behind you, removing her shoes. And at your side...

“I found the dad!”

Toshinori sighed, resting his head back against the chair.

Of course you had.

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howlsofbloodhounds · 4 months ago

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I headcanon Color with narcolepsy type 2, but he manages it well enough that it's not easy for outside sources to guess he has a sleeping disorder at all. (Obviously Epic, Delta, and Killer can made educated guesses, since they know the bastard)

However, it is the excessive daytime sleepiness that gives him the most trouble. It takes him forever to get out of bed, and even longer to "wake up" completely once he's gotten coffee.

This could serve as another foil between him and Killer, since Killer avoids sleep and perhaps can't stay asleep for long, Color can't seem to get away from it even though his anti-depressants help his functioning substantially.

This becomes more apparent once Killer learns how often Color experiences sleep paralysis.

Oh that’s an interesting headcanon. Read one little article on it, will probably read up more, but according to the article, a way to help daytime sleepiness is having planned 20 minute naps throughout the day, and like, I can see the Chromatic Crew all reminding Color to take naps if he doesn’t have anything planned for the day, which probably actually isn’t very often with how much that old man is out exploring or wants to be out exploring.

Actually I can see it like, Killer often times going out in nature walks and trails with Color (whenever he doesn’t want to be alone and have some time to himself), and like they carry along stuff like a little picnic blanket and stuff so whenever they stop somewhere, they just lay out the blanket and maybe enjoy a picnic and use this as time to see if color needs to take a nap or if he’s okay to keep going or wants to go back home.

And whenever Delta, Epic, and Cross go out on the walks with Color, I like to think they kinda carry or give him a piggyback ride home if he’s so tired or sleepy to walk— which isn’t often, but enough to be noticeable.

And like, because neither Killer or Epic really sleep much, I can picture like—they take turns sitting around and just talking to or reading to or just sitting near color or gently touching him/encourage him to try and move a muscle whenever they notice that he’s dealing with sleep paralysis.

It’s probably most likely to be Killer, since they probably share a room in their home in the Omega Timeline, but im picturing a scene where they aren’t sharing a room yet and Killers out roaming the house and being a little creep—checking up on everyone and entering their rooms and watching people sleep (probably because he hasn’t yet settled in with the crew or in the new environment and wants to find out as much information as possible), and like—all Color sees is Killer stepping out of the shadows out of his bedroom and approaching him and staring at him with those big fucking eyes and creepy ass smile before he starts trying to help him out 💀

(And like maybe color falls asleep again not long after and killers gone when wakes up and he thinks killer was like his sleep paralysis demon or something)

And reading up on this disorder a little gave me a few ideas on how killer might try to ‘help’ but in a way that’s kinda toxic and fucked up despite good intentions due to lack of grasp on clear boundaries and morals (and possibly just doing what was done to him thinking it’d help/need for control) but I’ll not talk about it here

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supernaturallyedsheeran · 1 month ago

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Summary: In a moment of frustration and after a hunt gone wrong, your anger leads you into the clutches of demons; using you as bait to lure the Winchesters.

cw : fem!reader, hurt/comfort, fluff, alcohol use, typical injury and blood, no use of y/n, characters Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, f!reader wc: 2941 famdom: Supernatural

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"When someone says 'I got it' that usually means they got it." You huffed your way out of the impala, slamming the door behind you.

"Hey hey hey, take your anger out somewhere else, not on baby" Dean half heartedly joked, stroking the roof of his car.

"Listen, I didn't hear you, I was trying to help." Sam struggled out of the car, wincing in pain as his shoulder slowly seeped with blood. "May I remind you, you shot me?" He raised his brows, trying to make a point, losing the argument.

"Dude." Dean gave him a look; something along the lines of, keep your mouth shut, you're making it worse.

"C'mon its not like it was all my fault!" Sam hurried after you into the motel, determined to not let the night end in a failed hunt and a fight.

You threw your stuff down on the shaky wooden table, and turned to face Sam, with your hands in the air. "Listen, I know I'm not as trained, or as knowledgeable as you two are for hunting, but Sam. I HAD that Vamp. You knew I did. You stumbled in the way trying to get it before I could. And it got away because of you." Your teeth gritted, flickering between Sam's eyes and his wound. "I'm not in the wrong Sam - just admit you are." You couldn't help but feel the anger rising up inside you - you wanted to get away to cool off.

"Alright I'm - I'm sorry, but I still think ---" Sam was cut off by his brother brushing past him and giving him a death stare. Again, silently warning him to just shut up and call it a night.

"Sam!" you shouted. I don't care what you think right now, I'm pissed, I'm annoyed and I just want to get as far from you as I can." Your words stung as they came out but you knew you meant them. The air, thick with silence, Sam just shook his head in agreement and let you brush past him out the door. "Hey where you going?" Dean shouted after you.

"For a drink." You yelled back.

"Can I come?" He pleaded, not wanting to be left behind with his brother. "No!" You yelled back, finally having walked far enough away down the road to not hear his reply.

"This is your fault. I don't get to go drink because of you." Dean huffed past Sam into the motel room, and threw himself on the bed. Sam concluded he wouldn't see you til the morning and went back inside to nurse his wounds.

After walking for around 20 minutes you finally came across a dirty old trucking bar that seemed more lively than it should have been for a Tuesday night. The giant neon sign outside, flicking sadly against the cool air read "Stella's Place" - it probably ran as a bar, but made most of it's money off lonely truckers wanting to find someone to bed for the night...at the right cost.

You found your way inside, pushing through too many bodies huddled together on the dance floor - loud music pumping, the bass in your chest evening out your breath from the anger you had raged earlier. Finding an empty seat at the bar, you managed to quickly order a shot of jack, and then settled to stay with that drink for the night. Once the alcohol had warmed you, you felt your body relax, tension from your shoulders, and jaw dissipating. Your thoughts slowly coming back together as you ran, and re ran the scenario of tonights events back in your head, confirming you were in the right and that Sam was wrong for ruining your shot. Letting out a loud sigh you closed your eyes, and threw back the rest of your drink, the bartender coming back to fill it again. "Long day?" A man had slid into the open seat next to you - leaning away from you, as to not intrude on your space.

"You have no idea" You state flatly, throwing back another shot.

"Let me buy you another round, and you can tell me all about it." He said - his dark hair, dark eyes reminded you vaguely of Dean...but this man was not as muscly, and had a sharper features than Dean's.

"Just so you know I don't 'work' here." You stated, putting the word work in air quotes. "I am not, a lady of the night" You said smirking.

"I hope not or my wife would kill me." He quipped back, grabbing the glasses from the bartender and raising one to you for a cheers. "I'm purely here to let off steam and help strangers do the same."

It could have been the alcohol, or the atmosphere of the place, but you didn't seem to mind this mans presence. You took the other glass and clinked it to his and you both downed your drinks.

You continued taking shots, at a much slower pace since you were already tipsy - the man and you talked back and forth about work and friends, relationships - just getting everything out on the table and letting each other off load their own pains and woes about your lives.

Your phone vibrated on the glossy bar top, bringing you back to reality after laughing loud - the alcohol failing to filter your noise levels. "Uhg." You grimaced disgustingly at your phone - a text from Dean asking when you'd be back as you had a job in the morning.

"Boyfriend?" The man asked, intrigued and full well knowing he'd get a truthful reply in your current state.

"One day maybe." You said - you even surprised yourself at that reply. "But no - coworker. Reminding me we have a job in the morning." You looked at the time on your phone. 2:23am. You replied hastily to Dean, not sure if you'd even made sense in your text. you 2:23am - cimnhg hime soon Dean 2:23am - Can you walk? you 2:24am - Illl b find Dean 2:24am - Call me if you need me to get you you 2:24am - no

You threw the phone back down on the bar, upside down so you wouldn't see if he replied back. Another sigh left your chest - you eyed the rest of your drink, knowing if you finished it you wouldn't be able to walk back to the motel.

"I can always take you back to the motel if you need. I was about to head out too anyways." The man offered, starting to get up out of his chair and putting his jacket on. "No, really that's fine. I'm a stones throw from the motel anyways, I need the cold air." You smiled back at him. "I appreciate you talking to me... I never got your name?" You questioned him

"Ah, no no. No names. It ruins the whole 'anonymity in the name of alcohol' thing... Or at least that's what I tell myself." He sounded like Sam when he said that. You furrowed your brows - annoyed but also grateful.

"you got it." You said back. He made his way out of the bar as you watched the crowds thin out more over the next half hour. You managed to chug down two glasses of water before deciding to slide off the bar seat and out into the cool night air. The parking lot was nearly empty, and you could see the faint glow of the orange motel sign just down the road - far enough away to be a task for you to walk to intoxicated - tempting you to call Dean for a ride.

"Hey, I didn't know you knew the Winchesters." A voice rose from the fog that veiled the cars in the parking lot - the voice you had been talking to for the last 4 hours.

"What?" You whipped around, your soul feeling completely sober, but your eyes failing to catch up to how fast you turned around.

"I said, I didn't know you knew the Winchesters." The man from the bar had gotten up from sitting on the front of a car and was making his way towards you.

"I don't know who you're -- " Before you could finish your lie, the man took out your phone from his pocket, wagging it in front of you.

"Hey, that's my phone" You stated flatly. Your heart began to race, you felt a chill run up your spine. You were too intoxicated to fight this man and you felt helpless.

"Obviously. I mean, I knew who you were from the get-go. But it's great to know you have such a secure line to the Winchesters." He dangled your phone in front of you, smirking evilly. This was definitely not the same man you had talked to for the last couple of hours.

"Who are you." You asked, beginning to back away in the direction of the motel.

"Oh, like the man said, names don't matter. I think this one specifically-" he gestured to himself "I think his names Marcus. A business manager from Sacramento. Truly does have a wife, but he's been missing for a few days now." He clicked his tongue and advanced slowly towards you, while unlocking your phone and opening your messages. "Good timing too." He started, turning your phone screen towards you, showing you texts he had sent to Dean, feigning to be you.

you 3:20am - come get me Dean 3:21am - your texts seem fine, you finally sober? you 3:21am - sober enough to know i need a ride, not enough to stop myself from saying Id give you a kiss for it Dean 3:21am - fine

Your eyes darted to the time on the phone; 3:30am It would take Dean no time to come here and get you.

"why did you call him here - what do you want?" You were determined to find out what he wanted. His black eyes flickered briefly. You heart sank.

"I really just want him to see you...disappear...." Just then, two more men appeared from behind the vehicle, both with starkly black eyes. The Impala crawled into the parking lot around the corner, the head lights shining on your back as you turned to face Dean, hoping to warn him before he left the car. The men walked to the front of the Impala and drew their guns, pointed directly at Dean Dean's eyes shifted from them, to you, and back, showing his hands in the air, unaware of what he just walked into. The man from the bar then came up from behind you, knife at your throat and began walking you backwards towards his car. "HEY!" Dean boomed from the impala. "Let her go!"

"Oh, Mr. Winchester, I would, but it seems you have been evading us for too long, and this is really the only way I can get your attention fully. So - be on standby, I will be reaching out to you shortly." The man yelled back Tears welled in your eyes, and your stomach was doing flips. You felt stupid, and naive. The fact that you had been talking to a demon for the past few hours and not realized it - letting him into your life and walking Dean right into his grasps. You eyes locked onto Deans for a last moment before you were hit in the head and you blacked out.

"Sam get up we got to go." Dean rushed into the motel, flipping on the lights and throwing Sam's clothes at him on the bed.

"Whattime isit" Sam stuttered out, waking quickly from a deep sleep - his eyes glancing over to the clock on the bedside table. 3:45am. "I thought you said we didn't have to get up til later" He mumbled, slowly fumbling his way out of bed

"Yea well plans change when's Demons get involved." Dean grumbled, grabbing everything in the room and throwing it into a bag.

"What?" Sam rubbed his face, and started pulling up his jeans, scanning the room and noticing your absense. "She never came back from the bar." He stated flatly. "Dean where is she." Panic rose in Sam's voice - he was scared for you, and scared at the thought that your fight with him was the last interaction he could have had with you.

"She was about to - but apparently the Demons got there before she had the chance. They took her before I could get to her." Dean was done grabbing everything and stood towards Sam. "Meet me in the car. They got about a 20 minute head start but I know we can find her."

You wake up in darkness... disoriented and dizzy. The sharp pain in your head is the first thing you register, a throbbing pulse that matches the erratic beat of your heart.

Your eyes flutter open, but you find yourself in a small cage inside a damp concrete room, with a small window only letting in a sliver of early daylight. You try to move, but the chains biting into your wrists send a jolt of panic through you, their cold, metal cutting into your wrists and ankles.

Something warm, sticky, and wet trails down your cheek; you taste the salt of blood in your mouth. A chill runs down your back as you realize you are barely clothed - your shirt and pants hanging, shredded from your body on the floor.

Screams bubble up in your throat—raw, desperate—before you can even think to stop them. “Let me out!” Your voice cracks, hoarse from the earlier screams, but you shout anyway. You have to.

A low chuckle breaks your echoing screams; thick and grating, from a corner of the room. You smell sulfer and in the blink of an eye, Marcus has joined you in your cage, kneeling beside you with a smirk playing on his lips.

“You think Dean's coming?” He sneers, and the words drip like venom. “He’s not. You’re nothing but a sacrifice.”

The chains rattle against the stone floor as you attempt to shudder free of them, lunging at the Demon, but failing. The chains tighten, pulling you up by your wrists, stretching you, forcing you to stand, hanging your body by your wrists out like piece of meat. A scream claws its way out of you, but your throat is raw, no longer able to give it the strength it needs.

The demon continues mocking—whispers from the shadows. “Sacrifices don’t get saved. Not this time.”

"What do you think I'm a virgin?" You try to delay the inevitable. "Sorry to wrong you there guy, but you can't sacrifice a non-virgin!"

You begin to get lost in your thoughts “Dean…” you manage, your voice barely a whisper, but it's the only word you can say. Where was he? Was he safe? Did they capture him too?

You recall his face. His rough laugh. His stubborn streak, the way he’d rush into danger without thinking, because that’s just who he was. Always a hero. Always your hero. You remember the way he’d looked at you, soft eyes behind that hardened exterior, the way he never let you go into a hunt alone. You couldn't help but flood memories of him in your mind, thinking you were on the verge of death.

They drag you out of your thoughts. “Oh not, a virgin sacrafice - a baited sacrifice. For the Winchesters." He breaths low - he knows they will do anything to protect one of their own.

A sudden rush of cold sweeps through the air, the sharp crack of something—someone—approaching, and for a second, a stupid, desperate hope flickers in your chest. But then you hear it: the familiar sound of a blade being unsheathed, the echo of a heavier footstep.

The demons tense. They know what’s coming.

It isn’t enough to make you feel safe.

You tug harder against the chains. “Dean!” you scream again, hoping that somehow, someway, he’s out there, just beyond the shadows. You don’t know if it’s possible. You don’t know if he can hear you. But you can’t stop calling.

The demons are still laughing, but they’re growing quieter now. The silence that follows is thick, and heavy.

Then you hear the unmistakable sound of a voice—gruff, deep, and unwavering.

“Let her go.”

You don’t even realize you’re crying until the tears blur your vision. The relief crashes over you like a wave, hot and fast, the raw edge of panic finally easing.

The demons growl, low and dangerous, but Dean’s voice rises over them, fierce and commanding. “I don’t care what kind of hellspawn you are. You want a fight? You’re gonna get one.”

And then you hear it—a sound so familiar that it makes your heart race with hope. The sharp crack of a shot. A demon screeching, followed by another. And another. The unmistakable sound of a fight unfolding.

You struggle against the chains again, your body aching, your mind racing. You need to get out. You need to fight. You need to—

And then you hear his voice again, this time so close it feels like he’s standing right next to you. “Hold on. I’m getting you out of here.”

The last thing you remember is the feeling of Dean’s rough but warm hands wrapping around your bare waist, his grip steady, pulling you through the darkness toward the light of safety. "I'm never drinking again." You stutter through the darkness of the concrete room as Dean guides you out "Not without me sweetheart." His green eyes flash down to yours, a smirk plays on his lips. "Now, about that kiss..."

#sam winchester #jared padalecki #winchester #castiel #dean #supernatural fanfiction #dean winchester #spn #dean x reader #supernatural

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finalgilmoregirl · 1 year ago

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thanks for all the love on my last two posts, here’s an idea i thought of the other day that i actually was able to fully flesh out

☆ a growing relationship between fnaf movie!mike x fem!mall worker!reader would include :

- pre fnaf movie events

a/n : i made this in head cannon form to save time but i might make a blurb series. ALSO IMPORTANT : i try to make the reader in my fics as physically non descriptive as possible which means i try to stay away from words like “tall, short, pale, thin” etc… if there is ever an explicit description, it’ll be in the title (like how i put “fem!” or “latina”) okay that being said, enjoy!

- movie takes place in 2000s so naturally reader would work in retail whilst in college (movie!mike is thought to be in his mid-20s so i’m also making reader around that age)

- i think the first interaction between the two would be at her place of work, on a particular slow morning

- he’s only had his security job at the mall for about a week, and his employers had him bouncing around different stores, trying to find his place in the building

- which is how he ended up standing at the front your store at 10am

- he’d spoken to the assistant manager for a moment right before opening but it wasn’t until almost an hour into his shift that he’d noticed you

- he’d just failed to stifle his tenth yawn in the last few minutes when he heard your voice, snapping his brain into high alert

- “excuse me?”

- he turned his head in your direction and widened his eyes a bit before trying to relax

- you were talking to him, and you were beautiful

- “uhm, yeah?” he replied, instantly cursing himself in his mind for not replying more politely

- you obviously didn’t mind his response as you smiled sweetly, reaching an arm out, which is what made mike take notice of the to-go cup in your hand

- “sorry, i just thought you could use this.”

- oh! this surprised the man, and you took notice of the look on his face.

- to be fair this was weird, at least a little bit. you’d never given the other security guards coffee. you were always polite to them of course, but you never went out of your way to try to make an impression ike this.

- but then again, none of the other security guards were this cute

- and you thought mike was very cute

- “i know, it’s a bit weird but i was over there stacking clothes and couldn’t help but notice how tired you seemed.” you pointed to where you were just a moment ago, before you’d gone to the back room to get mike his drink

- mike looked to the area you pointed out, taking notice of the pile of clothes you’d seemed to be in the process of organizing

- mike wanted to hit himself. he was so caught up in his own head and trying to force himself awake that he didn’t even notice that you had been a mere ten feet away this entire time.

- he then looked back at you and realized he hadn’t make a single coherent reply to anything you’d said so far

- he shook his head out of his thoughts and gave you a small smile

- “no no that’s not weird” he said, taking the coffee out of your hands and trying to ignore how soft they felt as his fingertips brushed against them, “that’s really nice of you, thank you.”

- you shrugged, playing with your now free hands while trying to ignore how your heartbeat had started to quicken

- “it’s no big deal, i just thought it’d be best if you were awake in case anyone tried to rob us” you joked, earning a chuckle from mike.

- “i’m y/n by the way” you held out your hand to him

- “i’m mike” he said as he took it, giving it a light shake and reluctantly letting go

- you looked into each others eyes for a moment, and warmth started to circulate your bodies

- unfortunately, the moment was gone too fast as one of your coworkers called you over, asking for your help in taking down some boxes

- you looked back at mike, who still held the smallest smile

- “i guess i’ll see you around.” you shrugged, walking away

- as the day went by and the store got increasingly busier, you and mike failed to have anymore interactions and soon, he had to leave, saddened by the fact that he couldn’t say goodbye but also hopeful at the thought that he might see you again

- it wasn’t until a week later that he did

- he unfortunately got stationed at a kiosk near the entrance of the mall, however that didn’t stop him from walking by your store on his breaks in hopes to catch another glimpse of you

- he did this for three days until this routine paid off.

- you were working the cash register, conversing with a young girl and her mother as you bagged their clothing

- “have a good one!” you smiled brightly at the pair as they walked out of store, which is when you saw mike approach the entrance

- he walked in shyly, hands in his pockets

- he’s wanted to see you… but what did he even plan to say?

- “hey mike!” you called out to the brunette as he walked in

- he responded with his own “hi” as he walked up to the counter

- “what are you doing here?”

- “you know, just…taking a walk”

- he looked down for a moment, nerves creeping up on him. well, he thought. i might as well take advantage of this moment. i mean, you’re right there.

- with a sudden surge of confidence (and despite the sweat now pooling down the back of his neck) he looked back up and said : “i actually just realized.”

- you looked back at him expectedly

- “i never got to repay you for that coffee.”

- when asked if you’d like to cash in that debt you replied a bit faster than you would like to admit, and a date was set for the same day

- where mike had four more hours to go after his break, you had three. which you thought was more than fine, just more time to prepare for this date

- you would meet at the coffee place across from the food court after both of your shifts

- and when you did, it was like something out of a movie

- mike of course, as guarded as he his, tried his best from dumping any trauma on you and steered clear from anything he thought was too personal in fear of scaring you away. however after picking up bits and piece from your life, he had a feeling you wouldn’t judge him

- despite you basically being a stranger, he felt more relaxed than he had in years, him learning about you was enough to distract him from whatever nightmares plagued him at all hours of the day, just for a little while

- as time went on and you both kept in touch after your first date, mike began to open up a bit more

- after the first few weeks he told you about abby, more so about their situation

- you sympathized with him a bit, offering advice if he needed it and a helping hand if any issues with their current babysitter came up

- your selflessness solidified his thought that this could be something good, which led to your first kiss after your fourth date

- you figured it would take a while, you sensed from the first date that he would be a tough book to crack open, but you really liked him and were more than happy to be patient.

- back to abby :

- as much as he was okay with talking to you about abby, he hadn’t planned to tell abby about you. not knowing how she would react to adding a random woman to possibly be a part of her life after their mother

- this of course became a small issue when she began to notice how much more time he spent on the phone

- phone bill be damned, he would still lean against the kitchen wall, twirling the phone cord around his finger for at least half an hour while he talked to you

- “who is it?” abby asked one late afternoon.

- where she was supposed to be in bed already, she came out to get a glass of water, catching her brother talking in a hushed voice.

- “don’t worry about it” mike would tell her.

- “what are they saying?”

- “abby can you please just go to your room”

- she would very soon find out about your existence when one evening mike put the phone down for a second to go look for a book he wanted to tell you about

- as soon as he walked out of the room, abby jumped from her place on the couch and snuck to the phone

- “hello?” she whispered, cupping her hand over the transmitter

- “hi” you smiled, picturing the young girl that mike had described to you before

- “who is this?” abby asked, almost aggressively, confused as to why her brother has been talking to a woman

- “i’m y/n” you told her, trying to suppress a laugh

- something clicked in the child then

- gasp “are you mikes girlfriend??”

- it was just then that mike had returned, and with a face of anger and horror her snatched the device from abby’s grasp and lightly shoved her away with a light scolding “abby what the hell did i say?”

- you laughed harder at his tone

- “i am so sorry about that. what did she say to you?”

- “oh nothing” you sighed, “she just asked me if i was your girlfriend.”

- he mouthed a god dammit as he looked to the ceiling

- he wasn’t embarrassed that abby had asked, he was embarrassed that he hadn’t asked you yet

- there’s no protocol to dating as an adult. “will you be my girlfriend?” sounds too childish and when that’s out of the question, where do you go from there?

- “well…” mike shut his eyes tightly as he asked, “what did you say?”

- “i didn’t get to answer. what do you think i should have said?” you said, lighthearted but pointedly.

- swallowing the bile he felt creeping up his throat at the nerves he rubbed his hand to his sweater clad chest

- “i mean…” you continued. “do you want me to be?”

- my god yes he desperately thought but tried his best to sound casual “yeah, i’d like that”

- “well then, i suppose i am your girlfriend. maybe i can actually tell her next time”

- he sensed the teasing in your voice and gave a mixed of a chuckle and a sigh at your answer, the weight the nerves left on his chest lifted.

- “next time” he said softly, “sounds good”

☆ might start planning a part two

#kelly : mike thoughts 💭#mike schmidt x reader #fnaf movie #mike schmidt #josh hutcherson

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walkingstackofbooks · 3 months ago

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My vision for endgame Data/Julian which has consumed me ever since I watched Picard 😅

A few months after the Dominion war, the Enterprise docks at DS9 for a short while allowing Data to meet his long-time pen-friend, Julian, again. Julian's not doing well, but since he seems to enjoy Data's company, Data decides to take a couple more weeks of leave to spend some more time with his friend. However, Julian starts becoming more and more withdrawn and anxious, and after an incident one evening where he becomes agitated to the point of storming out, Data reaches out to Deanna to see if she can give him any insight into his friend's behaviour. She has some ideas, but also suggests that Data ask Keiko, and after talking with the O'Briens, Data believes he understands what's wrong. When he asks Julian if he's correct in thinking that his impending departure is what's upsetting the doctor, Julian's surprise at the question is enough that he answers truthfully - yes. To Data, the solution is obvious: if Julian is distressed by the idea of someone else leaving him, then Data will not leave. (Julian begs him not to make promises he cannot keep, and has a minor breakdown when he realises that Data is deadly serious.) After a lot of conversation, some favour-cashing, and the fortunate coincidence that one of Beverly's doctors was beginning to look for a promotion to CMO, Julian ends up transferred to the Enterprise: technically a demotion, but after so long having so much on his shoulders, it's actually a relief.

While on Enterprise, Data and Julian get closer and closer. Their relationship brings some difficulties when it becomes public, though: some see the fact Julian's dating an android as proof that he's not really human; others wonder how Data's affection can be real, and feel that if he were as human as he wants to be, then he wouldn't be dating an augment. Julian's parents definitely berate him for wasting all the gifts they gave him by marrying an android - if only he'd talked to them before the wedding, they could have adbised him against it! - making him a zillion times more grateful Data talked him out of inviting them every time he started to feel guilty about it. But that's by the by. They're together, happily married, endgame Julian/Data achieved, right?

... Wrong. I hate Nemesis, but imagine Julian following Data down before he throws himself into space, knowing he could probably stop Data from doing this if he asks. Data saying, "I know I promised never to leave you," and Julian shaking his head and barely being able to choke out the words "It's okay," and then Data's gone. And Geordi's trying to reassure Julian (Geordi's trying to convince himself...) that Data will be alright, he's got the emergency tranport unit, and they get back to the bridge, and Picard transports in, and Data's still on the ship that's blowing up, and Deanna's asking what happened and Julian's sliding down against a wall, horarsely whispering "I let him go..."

20 years later... Picard season one. I haven't quite decided when I want Julian to appear, because the idea of Julian fighting for android rights is everything to me, but also I kind of like the premise of changing as little as possible in canon... (Maybe Julian had tried to be part of the movement for android rights, bu the media had really latched onto his augment status and used it as another reason to discredit the movement, and so he'd withdrawn from it, as it seemed his presence was doing more harm than good….) So the Picard crew all return to the Riker-Troi household after the final showdown and Deanna welcomes them in with a "Guess who we finally managed to get in contact with" and bring them into the lounge where Julian' anxiously waiting. And of course the initial introduction is awkward and Julian's talking a million words a minute until Will pokes him and then over the next few days he's trying to keep his distance so that Soji doesn't feel that she needs to let him into her life... And meanwhile Soji is still, you know, coping with ALL the feelings and trauma that the last - what, week? - have given her and so she has no idea what to do with this man, who was apparently her father's husband, especially as she has no clue how he feels about the whole suddenly-having-an-android-stepdaughter thing. But eventually they do manage to have a conversation (/are forced to talk it out) and they get on so well and Soji realises how much Julian genuinely wants to get to know her for her sake and while Julian's terrified at the prospect of having a daughter, he's also delighted (and Will and Deanna make them both stick around for a whole while, 1. because they do enjoy having them both around, 2. because Kestra adores Soji, and the two are pretty good for each other, and 3. because, while they have kept in contact with Julian over the years, they also know how long he's been on his own for, and they want to make sure he's got a solid base and people to lean on. As much as Julian wants to be a good father, Soji deserves more than one traumatised, lonely man doing a best that would quite possibly not be good enough...)

Picard season 3. Julian and Soji are visiting Geordi at the museum when the Picard crew come along, and are swept into the action... Julian learning that Data's alive - kind of... Julian tenderly kissing Data before they take down the partition, telling him he has to win so he can meet their daughter... The two of them barely having time to reunite before having to rush off to their respective duties in saving the ship... (I have VISIONS of Soji and Julian working desperately together to find a cure for the transporter virus, while Julian's augment physiology has done something weird to make it that he's turning, but very, very slowly. Julian making sure that Soji is armed, and making her promise to shoot him if he turns too quickly. Soji telling him he has to keep fighting it and refusing to think about what it might come to. Julian realising he's about to lose control and getting Soji to restrain him. Soji despairing that she won't be able to find a cure by herself - she's not a doctor doctor like he is - and Julian reassuring her that he believes in her, she just needs to do her best... but most importantly, if she doesn't find it, it's alright, it's not her fault, and he loves her. Resistance is futile. A phaser shot.) And afterwards, when Soji's found the cure and it's been distributed, Julian wakes up to find Data sitting next to him and Soji hovering nearby. He tries to scramble up and leave to help the rest of the crew, but Soji informs him that just as he took longer to turn, he took longer to get better, and he's the last one to wake up from it. And then she makes to leave, to give the two of them some time alone, and Julian tells her that's nonsense, she needs to meet Data, and Soji says that it's fine, they've been talking while he was asleep, and Julian replies that now he feels left out, so she definitely can't leave, come here, sit by me, I'm not letting either of you out of my sight.

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i4bellingham · 2 years ago

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ATTENTION: pablo gavi x reader

SYNOPSIS: in you're stumped with school works and gavi just wants you to spare him some time for cuddles.

NOTE: my first ever gavi fic hooray! *pops confetti* i literally wrote this instead of fixating my time to do my school works but i realized that school works doesn't give me a peace of mind unlike writing fanfiction does so of course i’d rather be here than do my school stuff-

If he could burn the pile of folders and papers stacked on your study table, Gavi definitely would.

But since he knows that it's important that you finish them and submit those papers to whichever nuisance gave them to you in the very first place, Gavi simply scoffed, pouted his lips, crossed his arms over his chest before the door closed right in front of his face.

You literally closed the door in front of him when he's sulking because hey! He can behave himself when you're studyingㅡ or doing those god forsaken school works.

You didn't have to shut him out, but you did. And that made the 18 year old frown even more before walking away, deciding to stay in the living room instead.

On the other hand, you began filing the papers that were due at an earlier date, placing them to your right and separating the rest to the left.

It was such a pain in the ass but you needed to graduate, at least one between you and Gavi needs to finish their studies for the sake of your future, your own future. And it's immediately concluded that it'd be you, seeing as how much Gavi already flourishes in his sport.

And you wanted to make a name for yourselfㅡ not wanting to be known simply as Gavi’s significant other when you know you can pave a way for your own success, hence why you're trying your best in college.

You are aware of Gavi's current disposition after you slammed the door shut in front of his face.

He had the tendency to be a tad bit overdramatic, clingy and just borderline possessive of your time and attention. He wants all of it to be directed to him but after a few months of competing with your resolute drive to do well in your studies, he had to make the adjustments in himself.

And as much as it pains him, he's actually very proud that you're steering your path to where you want it to. No matter if he has to fight inanimate papers for you to pay a semblance of attention to him, Gavi is happy and proud of you, knowing well that college in general wasn't an easy path to take and you're diving into it with determination and confidence.

Sighing, you began flipping through your tasks, wanting to finish a good portion of it just as much as you boyfriend.

It wasn’t until 4 hours later since you've started, already managing to finish 5 activities and 2 drafts for your literary essays when your phone pinged.

from: gavi 💛

around what time are you gonna pay attention to me?

You snort, pausing from stapling your papers as you lean back on your chair. You began typing your reply.

to: gavi 💛

i literally just talked to you not even 20 minutes ago when you brought me food

from: gavi 💛

SO?????

You chuckle, picturing him rolling his eyes at your response.

to: gavi 💛

just how much attention do you need pablo? 🙄

from: gavi 💛

ALL OF IT??? IS THAT EVEN A QUESTION

You shake your head, closing your phone before pocketing it and then turning the lights to your desk lamp off.

You stretched your body for a few minutes, releasing a groan when you hear your joints cracking before walking over to the door, twisting the knob open and letting yourself out.

Gavi was lying down on the sofa when you reached the living room, feet on the back rest with his head hanging at the edge of the seat.

“You’ll get dizzy when you stay in that position for much longer Gavi.”

Gavi turns his head to you with a sigh. “You were gone for hours.”

“Well I'm here now aren't I?” You pat his cheek, moving to sit down next to him.

Gavi lays his head on your lap, throwing his phone on the coffee table before wrapping an arm around your waist.

“I was bored.” You can almost hear the pout in his voice as he close his eyes, nuzzling his face on your stomach as you began running your fingers through his hair.

“When are you ever not bored?”

“When you're with me.” He immediately replies. “I don’t get bored when you're with me.”

You roll your eyes playfully, throwing your head back against the soft cushion. “What do you peg me for? A comedian? A clown?”

“A nice company.” He tilts his head, chuckling at the way your mouth went agape at his answer.

You clear your throat before flicking his forehead.

“You’re such a smooth talker aren't you?”

Gavi grabs your free hand, kissing each knuckles before placing it over his cheeks.

“Just with you...”

You don't say anything, you don't comment on how red his own cheeks had gotten. He doesn't say add anything too.

Gavi pats the space beside him, silently asking you to lay with him and you silently do. He reaches a hand out to brush away the stray hair that fell on your face, letting you adjust yourself comfortably beside him with your head now over his chest.

Gavi wraps an arm around you, entangling your feet together before he leans down to kiss your forehead while rubbing slow circles on your back.

The two of you don’t say anything for a while, letting the silence prevail as you bask in the company of the otherㅡ Gavi's need for attention finally solved.

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and-claudia · 2 years ago

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Against All Odds pt.5 (Joel Miller x fem! reader)

Warnings: angst, gore, reliving trauma, canon typical violence, IT'S LONG (let me know if I missed any)

General Warnings for later on: The main story will have an age gap between Joel and the reader (Reader will be 25 once we get to the main storyline), this will also be your warning that it will eventually be an x pregnant reader (if that's not your jam, I'm sorry) there is also going to be more graphic/trigger parts later on so please always to be sure to read the warnings BEFORE reading. This story will also be 18+ and TO BE ON THE TAGLIST YOU CAN NOT BE AN AGELESS BLOG (i do actually check that) also there first hand full of parts are all prologue so Joel won't actually be in it for a bit

word count: 8000+ (oopsie)

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a/n at the end, please read and give your feed back in the comments

After running through the rain for a few miles we finally made it far enough to be safe from patrol. We were in what looked like what used to be a barber shop or something. Regardless of what it used to be, now it was our shelter for the night.

“You should get some rest, Ellie. We aren’t making it to the State House tonight.” I said to the young girl.

She eyed Tess and Joel, clearly unsure if she’d be safe lowing her guard after finding out she had been bitten.

“You’ll be safe, I promise.” I tried to reassure her.

She slowly nodded and found herself a dry spot to curl up for the night. Tess and Joel stood on the opposite side of the building. I walked over to them so we could discuss our game plan.

“So, it’s,” I checked my watch, “just passed 2:30 am, sun will be up by around 7:00 ish, we got at least 4 hours for watch. We can each take an hour and 20 minutes.” I suggested.

“I ain’t sleepin’.” Tessl said matter of factly.

“Yeah, me neither. Someone needs to watch the door and someone needs to keep an eye on that kid.” Joel said.

“One: door’s barricaded, ain’t nothing getting in through there. Two: she said that bite is 2 weeks old. She hasn’t gone all crazy yet, she won’t overnight. It’ll be fine.” I tried to argue.

“I don’t trust it. That doesn’t happen, Yn. But I mean if you want to risk yourself and-” I knew he was about to mention the baby but I gave him a pointed look warning him not to, “and sleep,” he corrected himself, “then be my fucking guest.”

I sighed, “Well I am tiered Joel so yeah I think I’ll take the so-called risk.”

I walked away and dropped my bag down to use as a pillow and used Joel’s jacket I took from the apartment to cover my upper body up. Every time I’ve ever slept outside the walls it had always been either with, or at the very least beside Joel as he took his watch shift. So being away from him right now felt strange, even though he was only a few yards away from me. Luckily though I was still tired enough to fall asleep fairly quickly.

Unfortunately, I had only managed to sleep a little over an hour. I tried going back to sleep but it was no use. So, instead, I got up and walked over to Joel and Tess.

“You can go back to sleep.” Joel said quietly.

“I’m fine. If one of you wants to rest for a bit I can take over for one of you.” I offered.

“We’re good.” Tess said, not taking her eyes off the girl.

“Fine.” I sighed and grabbed Joel’s bag.

He never checks the small, inner pocket of his bag and I had gotten into a habit of tucking a small book in there when I could, even if I wasn’t going with them I would still do it. I wasn’t sure if he ever finished reading them or not but he would always return it to me when he got back and had something to say about it.

“What are you doing?” Joel asked.

“Looking for something.”

I didn’t remember him returning the last one I gave him, so I wanted to see if it was still in there. And lucky for me it was. I pulled out an old, slightly faded copy of The Picture of Dorian Gray. Joel gave me a weird look.

“I mean, if you don’t need me to watch anything and I’m not falling back asleep, might as well pass the time some way.”

I took it over to the wall and sat down. Luckily the rain had stopped, giving way to the light of the moon. This gave me just enough light to read in. Despite my efforts, I fell asleep about 30 minutes later and didn’t wake back up until the sun had risen. Sitting against the hard wall like that made my back hurt as I stood up and walked over to put my book back in Joel’s bag.

“Ellie awake yet?” I asked.

“Nope.”

“Okay well, I’m going to go find somewhere to pee.” I said before walking off.

When I got back Ellie was now awake and Joel had the rifle he had stolen from the guard pointed at her.

“Show us your arm.” He said.

She sighed before rolling up the sleeve of her jacket, showing the scar from where she had been bitten.

“Yeah, it’s not getting any worse is it?” She sassed.

I walked over and squatted down beside her.

“Can I see it?” I asked.

I didn’t get a good look at it in the chaos last night and wanted to see it for myself. She nodded and held it over to me so I could see it better.

“If we’re in the open city why aren’t we getting swarmed?” She asked, I turned to Joel for him to answer her.

“Don’t worry about it.” He said causing me to roll my eyes.

“Well, I’m gonna.” She sassed.

“We’ll be fine.” I said quietly before letting go of her arm and standing up.

“What was Marlene doing with an infected kid?” Tess asked.

“I’m not infected.” Ellied argued.

I walked over to sit with Joel and Tess, “I mean she’s right. She was bitten but not infected. I know that doesn’t happen but it did… But why were you with Marlene then?”

“She found me after I was bitten.” She explained.

“And she didn’t shoot you?” Joel asked harshly.

“Clearly not.” Ellie snapped back, causing me to fight the urge to snicker at her response before she explained a little more, “She locked me up and her guys test me every day to make sure I wasn’t infected.”

“How did they test you?” I asked before I could process what I was saying.

“They’d make me count to ten then hold my hand out and keep it steady. But you know what I think really impressed them was the fact that I didn’t turn into a fucking monster.”

I nodded, “Fair enough.”

“I gotta pee.” She said going to stand up, but Joel did the same and his grip on the rifle tightened.

“Joel. Let her go. She’s not going anywhere. You heard her, she’s worried about what’s out there.” I said quietly to Joel before turning to her, “Go back there, just find a spot. And here, use this. It’s the best we got. Just tear out a few pages.” I said tossing an old magazine to her.

She caught it and disappeared into one of the small side rooms.

“Nothing’s gonna kill me in here, right?” She called out.

“No, you’re fine. I just went too.” I yelled back.

As Joel sat down, I noticed his right hand was shaking and still bloody from last night.

“Broken?” Tess asked having seen the same thing as me.

“Maye a hairline, it’ll heal fast.” He replied.

“Can I see it?” I asked gently.

“It’s fine.” He said coldly.

“Joel, let me see your fucking hand.” I said, holding mine out for him to put his in.

He sighed but did as I told him. I looked it over, it was defiantly swollen. Luckily it wasn’t too nasty, the rain helped clean it out pretty well last night.

“It’s fairly clean. I’m gonna wrap it for you.” I told him rather than asking already standing to grab my bag.

“Joel she made it through the fucking night.” Tess said as I walked back over, bag in hand.

“Doesn’t matter.” Joel bit back.

I took my seat on the ground beside Joel and began to bandage up his hand.

“It’s gonna happen sooner or later.” He tried to reason, “We’re still close to the wall, we sneak her back into the QZ, and we find a different way to get the battery.”

“This is our best shot,” Tess argued, “If we take her back there, someone is gonna notice her arm, they’ll scan her and kill her.”

“Well better them than us.” He shot back.

“May I give my two cents here?” I asked finishing up Joel's bandages.

Tess nodded for me to go on.

“I can’t believe I’m sayin’ it but I agree with Tess. We can’t bring her back… and we can’t kill her. It ain’t fair to her. Bringing her to the State House is our best option here, rather than bringing her back to the QZ where we know she will get killed, or killing her ourselves. At least that way we won’t have to live knowing we lead her to slaughter.” I said.

“You two both need to quit talking about her like she actually has a life ahead of her.” Joel said.

“Maybe she does.” I argued just as we heard footsteps coming back.

“Whatever, let’s just eat something before we have to head out again.” Joel said digging into his bag.

“You hungry? We can share some of ours.” Tess offered as Ellied sat back down.

“Marlene sent me with my own.” She said before digging into her bag and pulling something out of it.

Joel passed out a couple of pieces of dried jerky to both me and Tess. I broke off a piece of mine but as I brought it up to my mouth and caught a whiff of it, it made me feel nauseous. I sat up a bit more and brought it away from my face to take a few deep breaths before handing the pieces back to Joel.

“Here. I’m not hungry.” I said.

“You need to eat.” Joel said, not taking them.

“Joel, take them.” I snapped a little.

“You okay kid? You look really pale.” Tess said, taking the jerky from my hand.

“I’m not a kid. And I’m fine.” I lied.

I could tell she wasn’t convinced but I am glad she didn’t ask any more questions. Instead, she put the jerky away and dug in her bag for something.

“Here, eat these, I’ve been secretly growing them at my place. You need to eat something. And drink some water.” She said handing me a small bag of berries.

I nodded in thanks and slowly ate them. I was so caught up in trying not to puke that I had completely tuned out the conversation Ellie and Tess were having until Tess stood up from her stool and walked closer to the young girl. Joel tried to stop her, but I grabbed his arm to keep him from doing so.

“Why are you so special to Marlene? And don’t lie or we’ll take you back.” She threatened.

“You take me back, you don’t get your battery.” Ellie popped off to her.

Tess scoffed, “You heard that huh? Well, then you must’ve also heard that he wants to shoot you.”

Ellie eyed Joel nervously before replying, “Yeah, but she said you shouldn’t, at least not yourself. And something tells me she won’t let him do it.” She said referring to me.

Joel rolled his eyes at her remark.

“Look, I’m gonna talk to you like you’re an adult,” Tess began as she knelt down in front of Ellie, “We’re not good people, we’re doing this for us. Because apparently, you’re worth something. But we don’t know what you’re worth if we don’t know what we have. So, answer my question.”

I could tell Ellie thought about what she was about to do, she seemed apprehensive.

“She told me not to tell anyone and now I’m telling the first people that I-” She hesitated.

“Hey, it’s okay we won’t tell anyone.” I finally spoke up, trying to reassure her.

She took a deep breath before continuing, “There’s a Firefly base camp somewhere out west… with doctors. They’re working on finding a cure.”

“We’ve heard this all before.” Joel sighed, annoyed that we were even considering giving her the time of day to explain herself.

“And whatever happened to me…”

“-Is the key to the vaccine.” Joel said with her, knowing what she was about to say.

“That’s what this is? We’ve heard this a million times before. Vaccines, miracle cures. None of it works. Ever.” He argued.

“Fuck you, man. I didn’t ask for this.” Ellied snapped at him standing up.

“You and me both. Tess, Yn, this isn’t gonna end well. We need to go back.” He urged.

I stood up as Tess did the same.

“Let’s just finish it.” Tess said, “It doesn’t matter if she is or isn’t what the Fireflies say. If they believe that she is then… we get what we want.”

“I mean, best-case scenario she is, we hand her over, they find a cure, we get the truck and find Tommy. Worst-case scenario is she isn’t and this was a waste of time.” I said.

“No, Yn, worst-case is we all end up dead.” Joel said harshly.

“Can you two get over your lover's quarrel, are we going or not?” Tess asked.

Joel sighed and grabbed his bag, “If she so much as twitches.” He warned.

Ellied began to snarl and make choking sounds as she pretend to twitch around causing me to bite back a snicker. Joel didn’t find it amusing.

“Don’t.” Tess reprimanded her and she stopped immediately.

We all collected our stuff and as Joel picked up his newly acquired rifle Ellie eyed it up and said, “Can I have a gun.”

“Absolutely not.”

“No.”

“Hell no.” Joel, Tess, and I all said respectively.

“Okay, Jesus. Fine. I’ll have to just throw a fucking sandwich at them.” She said as she picked up what was left over and put it in her bag.

Joel moved the barricade from the door and then opened it to make sure the coast was clear. When he confirmed that it was, we followed him out.

When we walked out, the sun was shining and you could see the city around us. Or what used to be a city that was now falling apart and overrun but nature. Ellie was ahead of me and watched her with a small smile as she took in the sight before her.

“Whoa.” She sighed.

“I know, I had the same reaction my first time seeing it.” I said, nudging her slightly with my arm.

“We should get movin’.” Joel said.

And with that, we began walking. We passed some of the craters left from the bombings. Just like me, Ellie was oddly fascinated with everything we passed.

“It’s like a fucked up moon. Are these from the bombings?” She asked.

“Yeah, Joel or Tess can tell you more about it. I don’t really remember it.” I admitted.

“They bombed most of the bigger cities like this, “ Tess explained, “They had to slow the spread somehow. It worked here, but it didn’t in most places.”

We walked a little further before we got to a road that was impassable due to a collapsed building. It was really in the most inconvenient spot. If it wasn’t blocked, then the State House would have been a straight shot taking ten to fifteen minutes tops to get there. But since that was not an option we had to choose one of the alternate routes.

“Long way or short way?” Joel asked.

“Well, I mean it��s the long way or the ‘we’re fuckin dead’ way.” Tess said.

“Well, I vote long way, just based on that limited information.”

Joel nodded, knowing it was the safer route, “We have to check it from the hotel first.”

We nodded and began walking that way. It was still eerie walking past all the abandoned cars. I didn’t dare to look in them. I made that mistake once. Most of them were empty, but not all of them. You had a chance of finding an infected or perhaps worst severely decomposing person in them.

As we walked, Joel hung back in the back of the group, Tess lead the way while Ellie and I walked together.

“Where the fuck are they all?” She asked.

I just shook my head, “You’ll know it when they’re close. Don’t ask about them though, you’ll jinx us.” I warned.

“I didn’t know last time.” She said.

“Was that when you got bit?” I asked.

She nodded, “It was in the old mall in the QZ.”

Tess turned around at that and waited for us to catch up.

“You got bit in the sealed-off mall that no one is supposed to go in. Ever.”

“Whatever. I snuck in. I wanted to see what it was like. Didn’t think there was gonna be anything in there and then one just came at me outta nowhere. I thought I got away, but.”

“So, it was just you in there, alone?” Tess asked.

“Yeah.” Ellie said.

“How old are you?” Tess asked another question.

“14.”

“Wow. I mean, you got some balls on you, sister.”

“Thanks.” Ellie said, smiling to herself causing me to smile a little too.

We continued our trek down the old highway, occasionally climbing over cars that had been wrecked and flipped over. Joel was staying silent which wasn’t unusual for him. Not that I wanted to speak to him right now.

“So Ellie,” I began, “No one’s going to come looking for you, right?”

“Yeah, like mom, or dad or boyfriend?” Tess added.

“Well, I’m an orphan, and ah no…” She said, “Everyone always said the outer city was crazy,” She said, changing the subject, “like there were hoards of infected running wild.”

“Not exactly like that.” Joel’s voice startled me a bit.

“People like to tell stories.” Tess added.

“So, there aren’t Super-Infected that explode fungus spores on you?” Ellie asked.

“Shit, I hope not.” Tess joked.

“Just thinking about that makes my skin crawl.” I said with a small shutter as the thought of what facing one of those would be like.

“Or what about ones with split open heads that can see in the dark like bats?” Ellied asked causing me to freeze.

I had come to learn that when I had been attacked trying to get to the Boston QZ, all those years ago with my brother and Pa that it had been a Clicker. They were the final stage of being infected. It was when you became more fungus than human. The fungus grows out of your skull, cracking it open and allowing it to grow bigger.

I took a deep breath and went to continue walking but just as I went to take a step we all froze and looked off to our left where we could hear a loud, distant howling yell of an infected.

“What was that?” Ellie asked.

“I told you, you would know when they got close.” I reminded her.

“Let’s keep movin’.” Joel said, gripping his rifle a little tighter.

We eventually made it to the hotel. When we pushed open the door the smell of murky water hit me causing me to sigh. I was not going to be able to catch a break today from horrible smells. It also looked like the rain we had just gotten had made the water in there rise a lot more.

“You’ve gotta be kidding me! You guys ever stay in a place like this?” Ellie asked.

“Uh no, a little out of our league.” Tess joked.

“How do you even know what this is?” Joel asked.

“Have you ever heard of books?” She sassed causing him to roll his eyes before he descended the few stairs down into the water.

“Wait a minute we're going in there?”

“Unfortunately.” I said to her as I tightened the straps on my backpack.

“We gotta get to the stairwell on the other side.” Tess said, nodding across the way at it.

“Well, I- I um don’t know how to swim.” She tried to argue.

“Seriously?” Joel asked.

“Do you think we have pools in the QZ?” She shot back at him.

“No, smartass. I mean,” He finished his sentence by jumping off the last step and showing the water, despite being higher than usual, only came up to right around his knees.

“I don’t know how I was supposed to know that.” Ellie said as she walked down the stairs.

I went to walk down the too but Tess stopped me.

“Careful, kid, they’re slick.” She warned with a knowing look.

Fuck. She knew.

“Thanks.” I nodded before carefully walking down with her following behind me.

The floor was covered in slippery algae so I took my time walking across it with Tess as Joel and Ellie were ahead of us.

“Does he know?” She asked.

I looked at her but didn’t answer.

“I’m not trying to pry. Just wondering if that’s got him so bent out of shape.” She explained.

“No, me being pregnant is what’s gotten him so bent out of shape. He doesn’t want it. He said the last time he held a baby was before I was even born…” I explained.

“That’s what happens when you get with a much older man,” She teased only partly joking, “But I guess the question is, do you want it?”

I nodded, “Yeah.”

“He loves you, Yn, he’ll come around.” She tried to reassure me.

I shrugged, “I just think he has too much going on right now, and worrying about me even more than he usually has to just sent him over the edge. Like he made it very clear that he doesn’t want the baby, but wants to make decisions on what is best for me now. He doesn’t need to do that. He doesn’t want it, so let me worry about it. You know?”

She nodded as we both stopped to look over at Ellie as she messed around with the old luggage cart. Then, when she jumped back, clearly startled by something, Tess and I were both pulling out our guns as Joel rushed over to help her. Joel helped her up after seeing that there was no immediate danger. She made her way over to us and we both made sure she was okay. Once we made it across the water, we had to climb up ten flights of stairs to get high enough. Joel led the way with his rifle, making sure the coast was clear for us.

When we got to the top Joel checked down the hall to make sure we were safe then walked out. When Tess and I made it there we both paused for a second to catch our breaths.

“Come on, it wasn’t that bad.” Ellie teased.

“You try climbing ten fuckin’ flights with our knees. See how you feel.” Tess shot back in defense.

“Okay, but what about her? She like in her twenties, why are you winded?” Ellied asked nodding to me.

“I have my reasons.” I said.

“That’s convincing.” She said before following Joel.

We rounded a corner and saw that part of the building had collapsed.

“Well, when the fuck did that happen?” Tess asked.

We tried to open a few of the doors but none of them would budge. I walked closer to the rubble. There was an opening I could fit through.

“Hey, what if I climb through? I can work my way around and open it from the inside maybe?” I suggested.

“Worth a shot.” Tess agreed.

“No.” Joel was quick to shut that down.

“I can go. I am the smallest.” Ellie offered up.

“No, if you die, we get nothing.” Tess said. “Let Tess go.” Joel suggested.

“Why can’t I do it?” I questioned, crossing my arms over my chest.

“Because you might get hurt.” He argued.

“And if she does, Joel, it’ll be on here. She’s a big girl she can go. Come on let's get her up there.” Tess said, ending our little argument.

They helped me up through the opening then I began climbing over hunks of cement and barbs.

“You good up there?” Joel called out to me.

“I’m fine. Just trying to map out a course. It’s a fucking a mess up here. Give me a few minutes.”

I finally mapped out my route to get over the piles of concrete without getting impaled by a metal barb. Once I made it through I took a glance around me, to the street below. Fuck. There were infected down there a lot of them. We wouldn’t be able to go that way anymore. I sighed, turning around to go let the others in.

“Joel, put your fucking gun down, if you shoot me, I’ll shoot back.” I warned as I began to move pieces of furniture out of the way.

I got to the door and opened it, my face must have said it all.

“What’s wrong?” Tess asked.

“Come see for yourself.” I said, turning around and leading them to see what I saw down in the street.

When we got over to the balcony, Ellie stepped up onto the bottom molding to get a better view. “Be careful.” I said, coming to stand beside her as she leaned over a bit more.

“There’s so many.” She said in awe.

I saw Tess nod from the corner of my eye, “Yeah, last time we came through here, they were still deep inside the buildings. But I guess enough people came through looking for the QZ, they went inside seeking shelter and that’s how they get more and more of the city bit by bit, year after year.”

We watched them as they all seemed to move together.

“They’re connected.” Ellie commented.

“More than you know.” Tess began, “The fungus also grows underground. Long fibers like wires, some of them stretching over a mile. Now, you step on a patch of cordyceps in one place, and you can wake a dozen Infected from somewhere else.”

“Really?”

Tess nodded once again, “Then they know where you are and they’re coming for you. You’re not immune from being ripped apart. You understand?”

“Tess, chill you’re scaring her.” I said.

“I’m just being honest with her. This is important for her to know. I’m trying to keep her alive.” She said defensively.

Ellie hopped down from where she was standing with a small sigh.

“So, guess we’re not going that way.”

“Nope.” I confirmed.

“So, what do we do then?” She asked, looking between the three of us.

I looked at Joel and waited for him to confirm what I already knew he was going to say.

“Museum.” He said and I immediately shook my head. “No. There’s other ways, we can take one of those.” I said.

“We don’t have a secure way to check those routes. And we’re running out of time. It’s the only option now. You knew we might go that way if you’re so terrified of it, then maybe yo-”

“Joel, I swear, if you say that I should’ve stayed back one more time I’ll push your fucking ass off this building and let the Infected have their way with you.” I said.

He was way out of line. He knew what happened last time. He knew why I was terrified to go back there.

It happened about 8 months ago. We were going out to trade with Frank and Bill. I decided to tag along, I hadn’t seen them since we met something always came up but always sent my best wishes when Joel and Tess went. But this time I was able to go.

We made it out of the QZ without any issues. I couldn’t remember why but we decided to take the route through the museum. They hadn’t taken me that way last time so I was excited to see a different part of the city. We made it in without any issues. It was when we got to the second floor. Joel had told me to have my gun ready, just in case there were any infected hiding out in there.

Tess was behind me and Joel was leading us. He had his flashlight out lighting the way. I saw it before he did. I man ran out from the shadows straight at him. He had a knife in his hand, ready to attack. Joel’s head was down, trying to get his light readjusted in his grip.

“Joel!” I yelled, getting his attention.

He sidestepped the attack just narrowly missing getting slashed. Now the man was running straight at me. I wasn’t sure what happened, but next thing I knew my ears were ringing, the man had fallen with a thud, and my hands were shaking as they gripped my now-raised gun.

What had I done?

I killed him. I killed someone. They weren’t even infected from what I could tell. Then I heard it. The howling of a dying man. I hadn’t killed him.

“You son of a bitch! You shot me!” He yelled, trying and failing to stop the blood that was coming from his stomach.

I hadn’t really aimed and he was so close that the bullet ripped him up pretty good.

It got worse though. The man had clearly gone insane because next thing I knew, as I stood there in shock, the man took his rusted knife and made a cut at the bullet wound. It wasn’t a huge one, but it was enough that he could stick his own hand into it. And that is what he did. At this point, Tess had grabbed me and was pulling me backward from the way we came and Joel was walking toward us to try and block out the man. He managed to, but not before I saw him pulling out his own intestines as he continued to bellow in pain. The last thing I saw was him finally go limp on the ground.

Once we got out, Jole made sure I was okay. I was still in shock and couldn’t find the strength to speak. So I just let him hold me for a few minutes before he began walking us back toward the QZ.

As we walked to the museum, the scene replayed over and over again in my head. It had traumatized me. Not only was that my first time killing someone, but what he did after being shot scared me. I can still hear his screams in my sleep sometimes.

“Earth to Yn?” Tess’s voice brought me out of my trance.

“Sorry, what?”

“Take this flashlight.” She held it out to me and I took it into my shaking hands.

“Okay, more ground rules,” she said, turning to Ellie, I didn’t listen to them as my eyes met Joel’s.

“You’ve been quiet.” He commented.

“Yeah, just reliving some trauma… you think he’s still in there?” I asked, referring to his dead body.

“Well, I doubt he had some kin to come collect his body.” Joel sassed.

“Joel quit being an ass. You know that scared the fuck out of me. I couldn’t sleep for a month without seeing him.” I said, tears welling up at the thought of it again.

“Hey, I’ll go ahead of you, if he’s there, close your eyes and I’ll guide you past it. Okay?” Tess offered.

I nodded, “Thank you.”

It was so weird that Tess was now being nicer to me since she figured out that I was pregnant. At least someone was, it’s not like Joel has been.

Joel went in first. He poked his head in and made sure the coast was clear once he was sure it was he went in and nodded for us to follow. I was still shaking as I followed him in, followed by Ellie, then Tess. I was zoned out to everything around me. I had one goal and one goal only: get in and get out of here. I vaguely processed Joel and Tess talking about something Ellie found but couldn’t focus enough to catch what was being said.

“Yn, you got that?” Joel asked, stepping in front of me.

“Hm?”

“Silent. Completely silent from now on.” He said and all I could do was nod.

Any other time I would’ve processed why we were being silent, but I just couldn’t right now, but I still went along with it. We made our way up the stairs, my little “friend” was on the second landing. I hesitated as we got closer. I was shocked when Joel stopped and nodded for Tess and Ellie to go passed. He stepped down closer to me and nodded, telling me the body was still there.

“Close your eyes.” He mouthed.

I nodded and did so. Then he grabbed my hand and carefully led me passed him. Joel tapped my arm and my eyes opened, we had made it past.

“Don’t look.” He mouthed before nodding me to go forward.

I went to take a step but something caught my attention. Up at the top of the stairwell, I swore I heard something. I shrugged it off as paranoia and continued to follow Tess up. Once we made it all the way up, Joel took over leading us. I was feeling a bit better having passed the body now, but something felt off.

We made it into an exhibit hall. Joel had once again made sure the coast was clear before we entered. We were back to our original lineup with Joel leading, then me, then Ellie and Tess in the back. I had made it through the doorway and was waiting for Tess and Ellie when I heard a rumbling sound. Just as they were crossing the threshold, the ceiling out in the hallway collapsed sending both of them to the floor. Joel and I were quick to help them up.

Then we heard it. Screeching and then… clicking. There was a Clicker in here with us.

Without saying a word, Ellie stayed behind me as Tess and Joel stayed ahead of me and we all moved together, slowly backing away from where we had heard the noises. I was shaking and had to bite my lip to keep from crying. Why did it have to be a damn Clicker? I would’ve much rather preferred to have another crazed man attack us than have to deal with one of them. It rounded the corner and I looked away, I didn’t even want to look at it.

As we continued to back away, I heard more clicking coming from another hall. When I turned to look, another was stumbling out. Our backs were against a display case as it stumbled around it. I watched in silent horror as it rounded the case and began to walk behind Joel. I was holding my breath to not make any sounds. Then, it all happened so fast. Someone exhaled just loud enough for it to hear. The Clicker turned and screeched at us.

Then, Joel was taking his gun and shooting at it. “Run!” He yelled at us as he tried to fight it off.

I was in complete defense mode and took off running. Tess and Ellie went one way and I split off the other way. I realized it was a stupid idea seeing as I had no idea how the fuck to get out of here and the way we had come in was now blocked off by the collapsed ceiling. It didn’t matter all that did was getting away. I heard thuds and more gunshots as I turned into another part of the exhibit. There were footsteps behind me and turned just in time to see Joel running and pointing for me to go in there. He followed in behind me, bringing the Clicker that was chasing him along with him. He pushed over one of the busts and it hit a glass display case, shattering it and distracting the Clicker. We hid behind a taller one and Joel very quietly reloaded his gun. Once he was done he glanced around us.

Then, he pointed to something past me. I turned and saw Ellie crouching behind a display by herself. I turned back to Joel and nodded before carefully making my way over to her. We got there and got her to follow us. We were inching our way to the other side when the sound of glass crunching under a boot made my heart drop. I barely had time to glance up and see the Clicker jump onto Ellie.

It had her pinned and she was doing her best to keep it away from her. I didn’t hesitate to aim my gun at it. I shot it once, twice before it stumbled off of her. Joel got her up and began rushing away with her. The Clicker stumbled for a moment before running at us once again. I fired at it again and again until it fell to the ground and I emptied two more rounds into its head.

I thought we were clear. I couldn’t hear the other but as I glanced around me I realized that Tess was nowhere to be seen. Then I heard it, the other Clicker. It was running at us before Tess got to it. She hit it with a hatchet which stopped its advances on us as it turned toward her. Joel quickly grabbed his rifle and aimed at it. Within two shots to its head, it too went down.

“Is everyone okay?” Joel asked.

“Twisted ankle, but… yeah.” Tess spoke up first before turning to Ellie, “You alright?”

“Well, I didn’t shit my pants, so…” She said but then rolled up her sleeve, “Well if it was gonna happen to one of us.”

“Hey,” Tess spoke up once again, “Let's get the fuck out of here.”

She began walking towards the window to lead us out and Ellie followed. Joel hung back for a moment.

“Are you okay?”

I nodded knowing he meant if I was physically hurt, which I wasn’t. Tears began to well up in my eyes, quickly wiped them, and just turned to follow the other two out of here. Once we got out, Joel helped Tess wrap her ankle while I helped Ellie cover the wound on her arm. As I tied off the bandage I could feel nausea creeping up my throat. I quickly but carefully hurried across the wooden planks to the other building where it was a bit more flat. I managed to get out of where they would be walking before dropping to my knees and hurling.

Once I was done, I sat back, catching my breath. I felt something tap my shoulder and opened my eyes to see Joel offering me his water canteen. I took it with a small nod.

“This is why you shouldn’t have come out here. It’s gonna get worse before it gets better. It’s still not too late to head back. You know the way back to the QZ from here.” He said gently, clearly trying to comfort me with his tone but his words did the complete opposite.

I spit out the water I was using to get the nasty taste out of my mouth before turning to him.

“You must be out of your damn mind if you think I am going back through there alone. I’ve never been out here by myself before. There ain’t no way in hell I am turning around and heading back by myself. I don’t care if you think it’ll get worse. You made it very clear this is my issue to deal with. If you’ve suddenly had a change of heart we can discuss it when we get back. We won’t be out here forever. We’ll get Ellie to the State House, get a truck, and then go to the radio tower to find Tommy. We’ll be gone a month, two months tops. I’m roughly 7-9 weeks is what the midwife said. So we will have plenty of time to discuss it then. Let’s just take care of this.” I said standing up and handing him back his canteen.

“Wait, you’re pregnant?” Ellie asked from where she stood near Tess.

“Yeah.” I sighed.

“And you came out here?” She was clearly surprised by my choice.

“Yup. Come let’s get moving.” I said, wanting the attention off of me.

“Yeah, let’s go.” Tess said nodding and leading the way.

We made our way to the edge of the building and from there you could see the golden top of the State House.

“Is it everything you’d hope it’d be?” Joel asked her.

“Jury’s still out. But, man, you can’t deny that view.” She said in awe.

“No, no you can’t.” I agreed, stepping up beside her.

“Come on, let’s try to get there before it gets dark.” Tess said before swinging herself around the edge of the rusty old fire escape ladder.

I went to go next.

“Should someone help her?” Ellie asked Joel.

“I got it.” I reassured her.

At least she genuinely cared. She followed behind me, and then Joel. We were pretty high up so it took a little while to climb all the way down.

Tess kept leading the way to the State House. I couldn’t help but feel like she was walking a lot faster than we were earlier. She was also seemingly trying to keep her distance from us. Anytime we tried to catch up too much, she speed up a little more. I wasn’t sure why she was in such a rush all of a sudden. Yes, we were trying to get there before it got dark but we were making good time.

When we finally made it, it was quiet. Too quiet.

“Where the fuck are they?” Tess asked the question that we were all thinking.

It was evident they had been here at some point seeing as there was one of their trucks parked out front still. They should be here. Joel went to check the cab of the truck. With his rifle in hand, he opened the passenger door and threw it open. Empty. However, I could see from where Tess, Ellie, and I were standing that there was blood splattered in the cab. Something had happened to them. Both Tess and I had our guns drawn ready to help Joel should he need it. He disappeared around the other side and when he didn’t signal us to follow or show up again we grew impatient and went to see what he had found.

“What the fuck is going on?” Tess asked.

“I don’t know.” He replied, staring at the empty truck.

“They went inside.”

We all turned to see what Ellie was talking about and sure enough there was a trail of blood leading up the steps. Then, without warning, Tess pushed pasted both Joel and me and grabbed Ellie by the arm, and began forcefully leading her up the stairs.

“Come on!” She said to the girl.

I turned to Joel to see if he had any clues about what just happened but he looked just as confused as I did. We both then followed after them. We were all shocked by what we found when we got inside. Everyone was dead. Tess looked panicked.

“I mean there’s gotta be like a fuckin’ radio or somethin’, right?” She asked as she began to frantically look around.

“Who killed them, FEDRA?” Ellie asked.

“No,” Joel began as he rolled the body closet to him over with his foot, “One of them got bitten. The healthy ones fought the sick ones. Everyone lost.”

I turned to see Tess still frantically looking around for something. “Tess, what’s going on?” “Where did Marlene say she was taking you?” She asked, ignoring my question and quickly approaching Ellie.

“I- I don’t know. Just west.”

“Just west.” She repeated to herself, “Fuck. Okay. Well, I mean, one of them’s gotta have a map on them right?”

Joel and I continued to watch her.

“Can you two help?” She snapped at us.

“No! Tess… it’s over.” Joel said.

“They wouldn’t risk having a map, Tess… I’m sorry.”

“Come on. We’re going home.” Joel said.

“That’s not my fucking home!” She yelled before taking a deep breath and standing back up, “I’m staying,” she said, much calmer, “I mean… our luck had to run out sooner or later.”

“Shit.” I whispered under my breath knowing what she meant.

“She infected.” Ellie said.

I watched Joel, wait to see how he would react.

“Show me.”

“Joel.” She went to take a step towards him only for him to take one back, away from her.

With a sigh, she grabbed the collar of her shirt and jacket and pulled it down revealing the infection at the junctor of her neck and collarbone. I covered my mouth and tried to breathe slowly as I felt a wave of emotions hit me. We may not have always gotten along the greatest but I’ve been around her for so long now that seeing her infected still made me sad knowing this would be the last time we saw her.

“Ellie take off your bandage.” She said.

The girl did as she was told and to my surprise, her bite was already almost completely healed. Tess walked over to Ellie and grabbed her arm to show Joel.

“This is real, Joel. She is real,” She then turned to me, “Promise you’ll get her to Bill and Franks.”

“I don’t know the way.” I said shaking my head.

“He’ll go with you. He would never let you go by yourself. He won’t have a choice but to go. So, please, promise me you’ll get her there. They’ll take her off your hands. They’ll handle it from there.”

I was nodding gas Joel kept saying “no” and arguing that they wouldn’t take her, but Tess was adamant that they would.

“Joel, this is your chance to set it all right. All the shit we did. Please say yes, Joel.” Tess pleaded.

I was watching with teary eyes, not crying yet, waiting for him to agree. But before he got the chance to say anything an infected screeched. I immediately pulled Ellie to stand behind me and brought my gun out and shot it. Joel still hadn’t answered. Instead, he ran towards the door. I was about to ask him what the hell he was doing but as soon as he opened it I heard the snarls of a hoard of infected coming our way. When I shot that one it must have woken all the others nearby.

“How many?” Tess asked.

“All of them.” “How long?” I asked.

“Maybe a minute.”

My heart dropped.

Everyone stood trying to think of something to do, knowing it was practically hopeless. Then, suddenly, Tess grabbed the rifle and walked over to one of the barrels. He knocked its cap off them and dumped its contents onto the floor. She did the same to two more. Then grabbed a basket of grenades and threw them down too.

“What are you doing?” Ellie asked.

“Making sure they don’t follow you.” Tess replied.

When I realized what she was going to do, my heart broke a little.

“Tess.” I began.

“Don’t. Don’t cry me. We never really got along anyways.” SHe joked half heartedly.

I laughed sadly and nodded.

“Hey, take care of them and save who you can save.” She said.

I nodded one last time before turning around.

“Hurry, let's go.” I said, grabbing Ellie’s arm.

“We can’t leave her!” She yelled.

“We have to!” I yelled back, following Joel out of the building.

We had made it less than a hundred yards when the explosion happened. We dropped to our knees for a brief second before standing back up and turning to face the building again. Joel and pulled out our guns, ready to shoot any infected that came our way. I could see them stumbling out of the building, on fire, but none came our way. When we decided we were as safe as we could be, we lowered our guns. I turned to Joel only to find him already staring back at me. Neither of us said a thing. There was nothing to be said. We just turned around and began walking away from the raging fire behind us.

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c.w.: angst no comfort, death. could be/probably is seen as ooc for shoto

a/n: I umm...im sorry, this is based off the song/video in Alien Stage called Clematis and it's been in my head for so long, I just I had to write about it. I apologize in advance

w.c: ~ 1.0K

clematis (n.): a climbing plant of the buttercup family which bears white, pink, or purple flowers and feathery seeds. Several kinds are cultivated as ornamentals. Clematis is a significant symbol representing hope and resilience within the bleak world of the story, often used as a metaphor for a character's determination to persevere through difficult circumstances, drawing on the flower's real-life association with climbing and overcoming obstacles; it can also be interpreted as a reference to a loved one or a cherished memory that provides strength in times of despair

"Y/N! Come on. We’re gonna miss the fireworks!” he shouted at you, grabbing your hand. You both laugh, running towards the hill where it was best to see the fireworks. Sitting down in the grass, just a few minutes passed before the sound of fireworks erupted in the sky.

“Y/N look! The colors are so cool!” He said and you nod in agreement. The colors fill the sky as you both lean on each other. It was a beautiful sight for you two to share. A firework shaped like a heart lit up the sky catching both your attention.

"Shoto, let's make a promise to each other. No matter what quirk we get, no matter how hard it gets in life, no matter anything, we will always be with each other. Side by side, joint at the hip, forever and ever." Y/N said, holding her pinky out to him. He was shocked by her words but nodded as his pinky intertwined with hers.

"Promise."

Promise, one made years ago that held significant meaning in that moment. But now as teenagers, it was fighting to be number one. After the trauma that Shoto had gone through, he wasn't the soft boy you grew up with. He became cold, distant, mean. You didn't know who he even was but you didn't give up. You were able to break him down, get him to that same boy you fell for, even if it was just for you.

"Y/N, I told you to wait for me. Did you at least-" Shoto began before you cut him off.

"Get you your cold soba? I did. Because I am just that amazing." You said as you placed his food in front of him. He let out a small airy chuckle as he sat next to you in the cafeteria. The small smile on his lips, the little glint in his eyes that he gets every time he sees you. It makes your heart flutter. You two had been eating together and catching up on life. It was just a bonding moment for the two of you. You two wanted to be friends forever, maybe more but both of you were too scared the other might reject you. Both of you push these feelings aside, vowing to not bring them up until the time was right.

From then, you two were back to how you were as children. Always together, joint at the hip, side by side. Training together any chance you both got to help each other even when your rankings didn't matter. You two planned on fighting as pro heroes side by side, no matter what. That was until that fatal day.

You both were in your 20's, still not having confessed to each other. Now out of high school and in your pro hero careers. Why did it have to be you? And why was he the one to find you in your helpless form? Why was it always him losing the people he loves?

"S-Shoto..." You manage to say as he holds your head in his lap, shushing you.

"Stop that. Don't speak anymore. T-The medics are on their way. You're gonna be okay." He said, trying to calm you down but it was more to convince himself. He knew you weren't okay. You were bleeding profusely. But he couldn't accept it. He didn't want to.

"Shoto please...It's hard to breathe already...But before I go, I just want to tell you something." You said. You manage to get onto your knees in front of him, both of you kneeling in front of each other. You hold your side, eyes going blurry from the hard blow to your head as you stare at him. You lean in, pressing your foreheads together and it felt like you two were in your own little white void. All the sounds around you become silent as the words fall past your lips.

"I love you, Shoto Todoroki. And even if I am not here physically with you, I will always love you and protect you. I will be your guardian angel." You say before leaning in and placing a soft, shaky kiss on his lips. He was stunned by your words before returning the soft kiss.

"I love you too, Y/N." He mumbles against your lips. You pull away, foreheads still against each other as you let out a weak, airy giggle and smile. Just as he smiled back, your body grew heavy and he was holding your lifeless form in a tight hug. His body was covered in your blood, soaking into his clothes as tears fell. The medics arrived but it was already too late. You were gone, away from the cruel world but you were safer there.

Shoto stood in front of your grave, praying before looking at the headstone in front of him, your family headstone. He had visited it every year on the anniversary of your death which was the day you two confessed your love to each other. He placed the flowers on the headstone, replacing the old ones with the fresh new ones. The flowers? Clematis, your favorite. A flower that was one that represented both of you. One that would prove that even the prettiest of flowers grow in the toughest conditions. But now, it has a different meaning. Despite the memory being difficult for Shoto to handle, it now gave him the strength to fight harder, protect everyone, save everyone. He kept a small clematis flower charm with him, a reminder of you even in his toughest moments. He looks at it and smiles softly.

"I love you, Y/N." He whispers softly as he holds the charm close to his heart. He will never forget you, not now, not ever.

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itzsana-kiddingmenow · 1 year ago

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May I ask a Lee! Know and Ler! Hyunjin- bro is tired of the airfryer and being stuffed with tissues 😂

Air Fryer:

𝒍𝒆𝒆: Know

𝒍𝒆𝒓: Hyunjin

𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘧𝘪𝘤 𝘪𝘴 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘵𝘪𝘤𝘬𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘴𝘰 𝘪𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘪𝘴𝘯'𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘤𝘶𝘱 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘦𝘢 𝘪 𝘴𝘶𝘨𝘨𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘴𝘤𝘳𝘰𝘭𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨! 💗🧋

𝕥𝕒𝕘𝕝𝕚𝕤𝕥: @someone-who-loves-kpop-saranghae @jeonginsdiary @leeknowstan33@v--143@wereallgonnadieonedaybutnottoday@inkytornpages@lajanaa

“180 degrees! 20 minutes!” Lee Know screeched when Hyunjin cackled again, holding Soonie captive.

“Gimme my cat back! You’re a DOG person!” Minho squealed when Hyune bounced Soonie up and down, almost dropping the flailing cat every time.

“I’m tired of the air fryer, hyung!” Hyunjin shrieked when Minho lunged at him, and he bounded away, laughing yet again.

“Soonie! Come here!” Lino tried to bait his cat back to him, but turns out Soonie found that Hyunjin’s arms were a good place for a nap.

“Awe look! Looks like he likes me better-” Hyunjim giggled at Lee Know’s desperate look, screeching when the older finally managed to catch him around the waist.

Lino immediately slammed Hyune onto the couch, knocking Soonie off, and the cat ran away.

Hyunjin immediately caught Minho’s wrists, suddenly overpowering the older and managing to pin him instead.

The wrestle continued for a while, until Hyune decided to play dirty and squeezed at the older’s sides.

“AI-ahaha hyuhuhunjihin!” Minho batted at Hyune’s hands.

“You brought this on yourself, hyung.” Hyunjin shrugged as he continued to tickle the cat dad’s [mom’s] torso.

“hahaha hyuhuhunjihihin plehehease!” Lino whined, throwing his head back from the ticklish heaven torture.

Hyunjin said nothing, just continuing to tickle his hyung with a wide smile on his face.

Minho bucked and squirmed as much as he could, the light tickling becoming unbearable.

However, his sweet giggles continued to bounce off the walls in the room, giving the area an aura of warmth.

“Want me to go harder?” Hyune asked after a while. He had a feeling that the older was enjoying this.

“please”

Hyunjin grinned. He was so right.

“So cute hyung! You’re like a cat. You looove your belly rubs~”

Hyunjin stuck his fingers into Minho’s armpits, earning a loud scream and a pair of clamped arms.

“NAHAHA HYUNJIN!”

Lino flopped around like a fish on the bed, cackling his head off.

Hyune just smiled fondly at his adorable hyung. He could tell Minho was enjoying this very much.

He scribbled over Minho’s collarbone, eliciting strained peals of laughter. So, the older was still trying to hold it in…that would be fixed soon enough.

Hyune scanned Lino’s body, looking for a new target. He adjusted his position so that his knees were holding Lee Know’s apart.

Minho panted, catching his breath, he didn’t realize Hyunjin’s diabolical plan until it was too late.

Fingers attacked in the inner part of his thighs, and that’s when Lino broke.

Hysterical laughter flowed out of his mouth like a waterfall, natural and beautiful.

Minho tried his hardest to close his legs, but Hyunjin’s legs made that impossible long ago.

“HYUN-HYUHUHUNJIN! NAHAHAHAT THEHEHERE! PLEHEHEHEASEEE!” Minho shook his head and his cheeks reddened in embarrassment from the sheer volume of his laughter.

“You just love this sooo much, don’t you, hyung?~” Hyunjin teased, loving the way Minho laughed louder and tried to curl in on himself.

Hyune vibrated his fingers into Minho’s v-line, and that was enough to drive the older mad.

“HYAAAAA! HYUNJIN-HAHAHA! IHIHIHIT’S SOHOHO BAHAHAHA-” And just like that, Lino’s voice was gone.

He flip-flopped around the couch, Hyunjin smiling and digging deeper, which only elicited another ticklish screech.

Finally, Hyunjin let up, giggling at the older as he let out a few more residual giggles and the cutest smile ever.

“You. Are wayyy too cute.” Hyunjin squeezed Minho’s cheeks afterwards.

“He is, isn’t he?” The spectator for the entire scene commented.

“FELIX!”

i hope you enjoyed! please check my intro post before interacting! love ya! 💕💗💖

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xoxomoonlightxoxo · 1 year ago

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Somewhere Between Hello and Goodbye | Ch. 4: Strangers With Memories

a/n: more angst but at least they aren't as awkward, however, after this chapter, I fear it's only going to go downhill for my babies :(

The dreadful No Contact Rule. Difficult not to break when the relationship is over and even more so when the relationship comes to a sudden halt but the feelings are still brewing inside. When the distance is forced and fueled by the guilt of losing that person again. However, I would be lying if I said that Jungkook is no longer part of my life. That I have somehow completely barricaded myself from his presence. How could I, when not even a conscious stream of thought can overcome the yearning of a broken heart? One that still longs for his touch, his sweet smile, his laugh. One that has been holding on to the memories of our past despite the lack of recollection in Koo’s eyes. To him, we are simply picking things up from where they were left off. Not a complicated task in nature until you realise that our story left off with his first and last “I love you, Mira”. So, no matter how hard I try to push him away, the heartstrings of my own soul seem to pull us back together. Even if he sees me as just a friend, I am willing to fight for everything we could have been, until one day he finally remembers it all. Remembers me, remembers us.

Unfortunately, with school starting, everyone has been getting back into their routines, leaving little time or opportunity to actually hang out. Despite this, Jungkook has made a special effort to “build back what he can’t remember”. So, seeing him has actually become part of my daily ritual. Whether that be going on a morning jog or grabbing a quick coffee after class. Like the good old days, we are connecting as close friends, since everything began that way. Before anything, Koo was my friend, one who somehow filled the void of my family when we were separated by an ocean. For that, I will forever be grateful to him.

Today was like any other. Tae and I met our new cohort leader, the head of the ER department in the local children’s hospital, who was this older gentleman who wasted no opportunity to crack one of his dad jokes. He absolutely adored Tae, said that he saw his younger self in him, and unless he was a sleep-deprived, broke college student, I’m not sure what the correlation was. To be honest, Tae hasn’t been having it easy either. His grandma was recently diagnosed with pneumonia, so he spent the entire summer working three jobs to send as much money as he could back home. Being the only man, and thus, the breadwinner in the family after the passing of his father, he constantly tells me about the guilt he endures being far away from his mom, younger sister and grandma. The three women in his life he would give up anything for. And, as I’ve watched him slowly run himself thin, I have grown to be protective of Tae myself. Although he is older, in my eyes he will always be like a little brother to me. One whose shoulders carry the weight of a whole lineage.

Packing up our staff after class, Tae recommended we try the new pastry shop that opened by our dormitory. One that he first mentioned when Jungkook was admitted into the hospital in hopes of cheering my numb self. However, during that period the aching pain in my heart wanted nothing more than to be by Koo’s side. So, seeing that this time Tae was the one in need of support, I made sure to take him up on the offer as we indulged in our daily debrief. At the end of the day, we might not know how to properly give an IV but you best believe that we know how to run our mouths. In the span of half an hour, we managed to cover every possible topic known to men, ranging from the rise in the cost of eggs to the hideous new haircut the grumpy librarian decided to debut today. Our conversation could have gone on for hours until it was abruptly interrupted by the buzzing of my phone.

Koo: Will 20 minutes be enough for you to get ready?

Mira: Depends … where are you taking me?

Koo: It’s a surprise, just wear something comfy ;)

“Who got you smiling like that?” Tae chuckles teasingly, seeing that his words have lost my attention.

“Oh nothing, I’m sorry, it’s just Jungkook,” I say, nibbling on my lips to suppress the urge to keep smiling.

“What did he say?” he leans forward taking a sip of his Americano.

“I think he wants to go somewhere?” my words drag on as he searches my scattering eyes.

“Now?”

“Well, no you’re right, I’m just gonna tell him that I’m busy,” I try to comfort Tae with a smile, sensing the guilt of leaving him alone.

“No, I mean, don’t you want to freshen up? How much time do you have?” he mumbles, gaze softening at my flustered state.

“Oh, are you sure? I hate to pause our little hangout,”

“There’s always tomorrow,” Tae assures with a boxy smile.

“Okay, I’ll see you at breakfast, alright?” I say, packing up my stuff before we wave each other goodbye.

Thank God, the pastry shop was a short walk away from the dormitory as I suddenly realised how valid Tae’s suggestion of a shower was. Let’s just say that today’s clinical was one for the books. Not only did I spill a whole IV bag on my scrubs but I’m pretty sure that there are still some pieces of dried cream in my hair as one of the older patients refused to cooperate. So, as I finally managed to open the front door, I headed straight into the shower, washing myself free of the chaotic aftermath.

Debating between a woven sweater and a cashmere pullover I settled on the one Koo loved the most. “Peaches, you’re so soft,” he used to say, pulling me into a tight hug as his hands caressed the delicate cashmere. I wore it on our last date before the incident, the one we spent on Oceana Beach talking about the future, our future. Miraculously, after all this time, it still had his scent, the sweet vanilla musk lingered like the memories of our past. I remember crying sleepless nights, holding the cashmere close to my heart as if it were the only thing left of Jungkook. With my eyes closed, I could almost feel his warm embrace.

Beep Beep

My reminiscing, however, was interrupted by Jungkook’s arrival. Quickly touching up my makeup, I grab my purse and phone before locking the door behind me. Maybe it’s from the actual physical rush or the fact that I get to see him again, but my heart sure is beating hard. I could practically feel it in my throat. And, the appearance of his bunny smile as our eyes finally met certainly did not help it either.

“Sorry to make you wait,” I say out of breath, tucking some stray pieces of hair behind my ear.

“No worries, I just came,” Koo assures softly, leaning back on his car.

“So, where is this mystery destination?” I grin teasingly, folding my arms in front of my chest.

“Surprise, remember? Ladies first,” he grins back, opening the passenger door, before helping me buckle up. And, just like that, my heartbeat went through the roof again.

Driving down the bridge, we were in awe of the beautiful sunset that covered the sky in warm tones. Blasting our favourite song, Jungkook rolled down all the windows before pausing his phone just in time for the high note. And, as silence filled the car I could feel the flush rise up my cheeks from the sheer embarrassment that was my singing. It wasn’t just a voice crack, it was the complete demolishment of my dignity.

“Yah, how could you betray me like that?” I scoff in disbelief, rolling the windows back up to shield myself from the passing cars.

“I couldn’t help it, you looked so concentrated,” Jungkook chuckles, mimicking my singing face.

“Okay, relax, eyes on the road bunny boy,” I smirk, turning the music back on.

“We’re here,” he says, turning into the parking lot. Looking around, chills run down my spine as I realise where we are. The Oceana Beach. This means that while I was fully immersed in our karaoke session, Jungkook unknowingly drove past the exact spot where he lost consciousness on that cold, winter night. All this time, I’ve been trying to avoid this place in hopes of erasing the image of Koo’s frail body lying on the side of the road. Now, I have to act like none of that happened, since he doesn’t remember any of it.

“Hey, are you okay?” Jungkook’s voice pulls me out of the spiral, as my chest heaves up. Feeling his hand on mine, my body almost jolts from his touch, unable to hide the fear rushing through my veins. It all felt so surreal, to be looking at him alive in flesh but knowing that the Jungkook I once knew was no longer there.

“Yeah, I … I just remembered something,” I lie with a nervous chuckle, unbuckling myself. Helping me out of the car, Jungkook looks concerned, eyes searching mine.

“You sure, you’re alright? I can drive back jus…”

“No, no don’t be ridiculous. I swear I’m all good,” I interrupt his sentence with a reassuring smile. Reaching for my hands again, only this time with slight hesitation, his worried eyes meet mine as his thumb caresses the back of my palms.

“Mira, you’d tell me if something was wrong, right?” his words are layered with a tone of fear, uneasiness, and genuine worry. But, there’s a short period of silence, as my mind filters through possible replies.

“Of course,” I manage a small chuckle, swallowing down the lie. With a nod of acceptance and a soft sigh, he intertwined his fingers with mine, taking the bags from his trunk before walking us toward a small spot by a campfire. Setting everything up, I was commanded to just relax, covered under a woven blanket.

“I used to love making smores when I was little,” Jungkook smiles, handing me a bag of marshmallows, before covering himself under the same blanket. Jimin was right, he could still remember the earlier years of his life, but nothing of the recent events.

“Can’t relate, I somehow always burned mine,” I frown as he can’t help but laugh, scrunching his nose and letting that bunny smile come on full display.

“Hey, don’t laugh,”

“I’m sorry, but how does one mess this up?” he leans closer, nudging my shoulder before looking back at the sparks. If only time could stop and we could stay this way forever. If only he could feel the way my heart ached at that moment.

“So, Mira, do you have a boyfriend?” his sudden question brought me back again, as my eyebrows visibly furrowed from the bluntness of his curiosity.

“Why? Are you trying to pitch an offer?” I chuckle, leaning closer to the fire to warm my hands, before looking back at his teasing grin.

“Just trying to figure you out,” he replies softly, eyes searching mine.

“I used to,”

“Oh, yeah? What happened?

“He moved away. Long distance didn’t work out,” I reply slowly, allowing the fake story to play out without succumbing to the tears.

“That sucks, you guys don’t keep in touch at all?” Jungkook’s curiosity is innocent in nature but naive to our past. I can’t even get mad at him for digging deeper, even if it hurts.

“I’m not sure he remembers me anymore,” I sigh, replying almost defeated.

“That’s a lie. Who could forget you?” he laughs, shaking his head in disbelief, blind to the irony of it all.

“Yeah …” a little chuckle escapes me as well, as my eyes dissociate into the distance. “I'm pretty unforgettable, aren't I?”

“Pretty and unforgettable,” Jungkook replies with a quick wink, covering my shivering body with his share of the blanket before taking a bite of my half-burned marshmallow.

Replaying our last conversation in my head, I felt bad for snapping at Jiah at the mall. It was totally uncalled for and simply a projection of the thoughts that haunted my mind. Not a fibre of my being meant it as we rarely ever fought or even came to a slight disagreement with each other. To be quite frank, during that time it seemed like every interaction I had was like walking on a minefield. With one wrong move, I was destined to blow up and take everyone else down with me.

Not being able to talk to her freely pained me, as I grew to miss my best friend with each passing day. And if one thing was for sure, then it was that Jiah deserved an apology as she fell victim to my self-destruction. So, after a few hours of crafting a well-developed apology, I made my way to her apartment, which was literally a level below mine. Nonetheless, the walk there seemed never-ending, most likely due to the sheer panic I was experiencing. It wasn’t fueled by the fear of her reaction but the shame I felt from how I treated Jiah. However, none of it mattered anymore, as I stood in front of her door, hand ready to place a few knocks. That is until it suddenly swings open and our eyes finally meet again.

“Jiah,” I mumble before she pulls me into a tight hug as tears stream down both of our faces. No words needed to be said. Everything was understood through the emotions we were experiencing. Melting deeper into her embrace, my face dug deeper into her hair as the sweet smell of coconut filled my senses, reminding my body of her aura. I missed her so much that I could physically feel the void in my heartache as my teary eyes searched her sad gaze.

“Jiah, I’m so sorry,” I manage to let out as she gently wipes the tears off of my face. Holding onto her hand, I keep it close to my chest as my heart beats faster.

“It’s okay, love. I’ve missed you so much,” she says softly, tucking a few pieces of stray hair behind my ear. And, just like that, we were back in each other’s embrace, making up for the lost time we were apart. Catching up, we spent the whole afternoon discussing everything that happened since our falling out. She showed me the emerald jewellery set Jimin gifted her for their 1 year anniversary and the pictures they took following their celebration. They looked so happy that I couldn’t stop smiling. If they ever break up then I’ll know that love isn’t real, because in my eyes they were destined for each other. No one understands Jiah better than Jimin and no one cares so deeply for Jimin more than Jiah. Simply put, they’re soul mates.

Feeling lightheaded from all the tears we’ve cried, I suggested we go out to grab some late lunch, or early dinner before going on a walk around campus. Jiah was quick to agree as she changed into some jeans and a hoodie before grabbing her purse and keys. Stopping by my dorm, I quickly touched up my makeup in hopes of not scaring innocent civilians from the aftermath of my mental breakdown. And, as we rode the elevator down to the main lobby, Jiah and I were inseparable once again. That is until my eyes widened at the sight of Jungkook standing by his car, shuffling in place to keep himself warm.

“Oh? Jungkook? What’s wrong?” I stutter, worried eyes searching his.

“Sorry Jiah, but could I steal her from you?” he asks softly, as Jiah's face turns to mine. Hiding the way her chin was trembling, she didn't know how to reply before taking a deep breath.

“Call me when you get back?” she nods, separating her hand from mine as I pull her into a hug.

“I’ll bring you some pastry from the new shop Tae recommended,” I say with a reassuring smile before waving her goodbye. Making sure she got in safely, my eyes turned back to look at Jungkook’s bunny smile.

“How did you know I was here?” I ask with a skeptical tone, slowly making my way towards the car.

“You really don’t think I pay attention, huh?” he says teasingly before opening the passenger door.

“You mean to tell me that you’ve memorized my schedule?” I scoff, looking up at his softened gaze.

“Pretty much,” he replies with a grin, leaning onto the door frame before caressing my cheek with the back of his palm.

“Hey, were you crying?” Jungkook asks, concerned, as I cover my red cheeks with my hair. Way to not be obvious, Mira! I guess, my attempt to hide the fact that I’ve been sobbing for hours failed miserably since he managed to notice it after one glance.

“Oh, yeah, it’s nothing. I promise,” I shake my head with a soft smile before looking back up at his worried eyes.

“Mira, you know you can always talk to me, right?” his words are followed by a deep sigh as he crouched down before my still form.

“Of course, I know that, Koo,” I manage to let out a giggle, patting his head in hopes of making him feel at least somewhat at ease. In all honesty, however, I knew that he wasn’t fully convinced, but I also didn’t necessarily hate that. Because a small part of me hoped that maybe, his curiosity would somehow help him regain the memories he once lost.

“Anyways, where are you taking me this time?” I try to change the subject, as his eyes look back at mine.

“I need your help,” he replies, buckling my seat belt before heading to the driver’s side.

“May I know with what?”

“A song. A love song,” his voice is abrupt, but still layered with tease.

“I beg your pardon, a love song? Jungkook If you think I’m going to sedate you with some vocals then you are greatly mistaken,” I scoff with my arms folded in front of my burning chest. A love song? As if seeing him again isn’t hard enough. Now, he is giving me yet another reason to cry at night.

“Shhhh, I’ll explain everything when we get there, just sit back and relax,” he assures me with a sly wink.

“Mmhhm,” I nod, loosening up the seatbelt before crossing my arms over my chest. Navigating through all the turns, my mind is trying to piece together our destination, until we finally stop at a brick building near the campus gymnasium.

“Koo, where are we?” I ask cautiously, scanning the premises as he opens the passenger door.

“It’s a studio my buddy owns. Don’t worry the inside looks more welcoming than the outside,” Jungkook grins, locking the car as we make our way up the stairs.

“Be careful here, they’re still under construction,” he points to a hole in the wooden floor, grabbing my hand as I tip-toe behind him.

“Right, and this buddy of yours, you know how?”

“He used to produce for the band the guys and I were in. The Bulletproof Boys,” he replies proudly until I burst into a cackle, which promptly faded the smile on his face. I couldn’t help it, I was still not over the first time he mentioned the infamous band name. The Bulletproof Boys. Peak comedy if you ask me.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry. I’m not laughing at you, I’m laughing with you,” I try to regain my composure looking at his pouty lips.

“I’m not laughing,”

“Okay, then I’m laughing at you,” I tease again, poking his side as he opens the door to what seemed like a small recording studio.

“Hey, guys! Come on in,” a man’s voice welcomes us into the dimly lit room.

“Hi hyung, thank you again,” Jungkook shakes his hand, before looking back at my flustered face. I’m usually not as awkward but something about being in a room with a stranger, Jungkook, and a hypothetical love song just did not sit well with me.

“This is Mira, she’s going to be our female lead,” Jungkook smiles, giving me a sly wink. A lead? I really do hope he is kidding. Is today April Fool's or something? Where are the cameras?

“Sounds good to me, who wants to go first?” the man asks the both of us, as I try my best to avoid his eye contact. Fiddling with my thumbs, Jungkook could sense that I was becoming more and more uncomfortable. So, he suggested that we go in together since it is my first time doing something like this after all.

“Just follow me okay?” he says softly, helping me put on the headphones before handing me the lyric sheet.

“Alright, let’s just see how the melody plays out, okay? Jungkook, if you want to jump in with your vocals now, by all means. But, Mira, you can just use this take as practice. I want you to get comfortable with the lyrics,” the producer explains, giving me a thumbs up as I nod okay.

Following Koo’s lead I tried to mumble the words under my breath, getting the feel of the song. And, to my and probably everyone’s surprise, everything was going somewhat okay? We were able to finish recording the intro in under an hour and have just gotten to the pre-chorus. After some practice, I was beginning to feel capable of managing this project, until my ears were pierced with a sudden “I love you,” projecting from Jungkook’s microphone.

“Oh?” I let out a loud gasp, covering my mouth as my eyes shot up at his form across the booth. Searching my flushed face, he grins, pointing to the lyric sheet on my stand. Furrowing my eyebrows I begin scanning the lines with my finger, realising that he was singing one of the adlibs. However, what came after almost made me sick. Suddenly, it all felt a bit too real. Shutting my eyes, I tried to regain my composure, and within a second, I was back in that hospital room, sitting across from Koo’s frail body as his thumb caressed my palms.

“I love you, Mira. I’ve been loving you this whole time,” his sweet words played in my head, as tears rolled down my face. Feeling the knot in my throat, I was practically screaming, but nothing came out. I couldn't do it, not then and not now. I couldn’t say the words he desperately deserved to hear. And just like that, I was back in the booth, only this time, my heaving body was plopped on the floor surrounded by both Jungkook and his producer. But, before they could ask me anything, I rushed out of the room, virtually sprinting towards the nearest washroom, where I hoped to lock myself from the outside world. Closing my eyes, all I could see were the replays of that scene before they were suddenly interrupted by the knocking on the stall door.

“Mira! Mira, open up, it’s me,” Jungkook’s voice is heavy, almost breathless.

“Are you in the women’s washroom?” I yelp in disbelief, wiping the tears off of my face.

“There’s no one here, come out, please,” he pleads softly, moving back as I slowly open the door. Lowering my gaze, I fold my arms over my chest before leaning back on the stall as if I didn’t just pass out in front of him. Taking a deep breath, I tried to explain myself before feeling his arms wrap around my shoulders as our bodies melted into a tight hug. Oh, Koo, if only you knew how much I missed your warm embrace.

“Mira, please tell me what’s wrong,” Jungkook whispers, burying his face in the curve of my neck, as I feel his breath on my skin.

“Koo, I told you, I’m fine,” I managed to lie, placing my hands on his shoulders to create at least some distance.

“Fine? You dropped to the floor and were unresponsive,” he shouts, furrowing his eyebrows from frustration as his hands grab mine.

“I … I think my period is coming soon. The days before are always killer,” I explain, trying to convince the both of us, before feeling his worried gaze search my scattering eyes.

“Your period?” he confirms.

“Mmhm,” I give him a few nods, feeling his grip on my hands slowly loosen. Tucking the stray hair behind my ear, Jungkook leans closer, tracing the trail of dried tears on my face before letting out a soft sigh.

“Okay, I believe you. I’ll always believe you, Mira,”

Please, don't.

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antichilde · 7 months ago

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margin of error: part 3

satoru gojo x fem reader, 3.0k words mdni

in which gojo goes to dinner. twice.

contents: teaching assistant!gojo, student!reader, no curses, college au, slight age difference (gojo is 20, you are a couple years older), he falls first, no smut (for now)

notes: i went back and edited a few things in this chapter (again) because i wasn't super happy with it. thank you to everyone who's stuck with me for this; your likes and comments mean more than i could ever put into words. (image citation)

part one | part two | part four | part five | read on ao3

“I didn’t expect to see you here,” Gojo says, half shouting over the music. The party’s in full swing, and his and Geto’s shared apartment is already packed with people.

“Uh-huh. Sure.” You take another swig from the red solo cup in your hand. “So you didn’t specifically ask Suguru to invite me?”

To his credit he barely reacts to the accusation, taking a sip of Hi-C and looking at you with wide, innocent eyes. “You and Suguru are friends. I don’t know why you think I’d have to ask him to invite you.”

Pulling out your phone, you unlock it and open your texts with Geto. After a moment of scrolling you turn and show him the screen.

suguroo: You’re coming on Friday right? Satoru keeps asking

“Traitor,” he mutters as you shut the phone off and shove it back into your pocket. He eyes your outfit. It’s nothing he hasn’t seen before, just jeans and a sweatshirt.

“You could’ve just asked me yourself,” you say, leaning close enough for him to hear.

He looks down at you, his eyes half lidded, and wonders if this is finally you giving in. “Would you have said yes?”

Biting the inside of your cheek, you think for a minute. “No, probably not. I’m not much of a party person— I only came because Suguru bribed me with dinner.”

“ I could take you to dinner.”

Gojo hates the little edge of bitterness buried in the words. Jealousy has never been his style; the feeling is both unpleasant and unfamiliar.

“You could,” you acknowledge, nodding. “But only if you help me study for midterms. And if you pay.”

There’s no hesitation in Gojo’s answer.

“Done.”

You smile at him, humming what he thinks might be a laugh though it’s far too loud to tell. His eyes flicker to your lips and he realizes that this is the first time you’ve smiled in front of him. He doesn’t comment on it, deciding not to fling himself into the metaphorical bear trap saying of ‘you should smile more often’. Somehow he doubts you’d appreciate that (though to be fair most women don’t), but the expression really does suit you. It’s a splash of color on a blank canvas, and he knows he shouldn’t be staring at your mouth so openly but he doesn’t want to look away.

“Hey, you made it!”

Geto seems to appear out of nowhere, making Gojo jump. He watches you give him a one armed hug, holding your drink to the side so as not to spill it. That’s interesting. Gojo wouldn’t have pegged you as a hugging type of person, but you don’t seem to mind.

“Yeah, I did. How long did you say I had to stay?”

“Half an hour.”

Taking a sip, your eyes shift to the clock on the wall. “Only ten more minutes then. Is it okay if I crash in your room for a bit? It’s kind of overwhelming being around so many people.”

“Fine with me.” Geto shoots Gojo a semi-apologetic glance before shifting his attention back to you. “I’ll show you where it is.”

You turn to Gojo, leaning closer again so that you don’t have to shout. He’s glad the music’s loud enough to mask his little intake of breath when you brush up against him.

“See you later, Gojo. I’ll message you about dinner.”

“Looking forward to it,” he says, managing to keep his voice level.

And then you’re gone, your fingers catching the fabric of Geto’s sleeve to keep from getting separated in such a crowded space. Gojo finishes off his Hi-C like it’s a shot of something strong, eyes lingering on the spot where you’d been a moment before. Despite Suguru’s denial of there being anything going on between you and him, Gojo can’t help but take note of how comfortable the two of you are with each other. It’s probably just paranoia, if he’s being honest with himself. Plus you had just agreed to let him take you out. It’s not quite a date, but Gojo allows himself to feel optimistic.

It’s almost two weeks later, and Gojo’s optimism is long gone. He clicks his pen a couple times, trying and failing to focus on yet another poem he’s been assigned to annotate. Across the table Geto types away on his laptop, drafting an essay.

“Any word on that date?” he asks through a mouthful of trail mix.

No, there’s been no word. Gojo has come to the unfortunate conclusion that you really are hard to pin down. He sees you a few times a week during office hours, but he has yet to raise the subject, worried that you’ll back out all together if he presses too hard.

Reaching across the table, Gojo steals a fallen raisin. He pops it into his mouth and grimaces at the taste. “Ugh, gross, I hate dried fruit. Why are you even eating that stuff?”

“I could ask you the same question. Why’d you take some if you know you hate it?” Geto pauses to pick out a blue M&M, passing it to Gojo. “There. That’ll get the taste out of your mouth. I’m going to go out on a limb here and say you haven’t heard anything about the date, judging by your not-so-subtle attempt at changing the subject.”

Sometimes Gojo hates having a best friend, especially one that can read him like a fucking book. It doesn’t help that he’d been so sure of himself when he’d talked to Geto the morning after the party, barging into his room at an ungodly hour to brag about what he’d believed was an assured victory. Now, of course, he’s paying the price for his hubris.

“It’s not that she hasn’t gotten back to me yet,” Gojo says, tapping his pen against his lips as he chooses his words carefully. “It’s that she said she wants to study for midterms, and they’re still a few weeks away. No one starts studying weeks in advance.”

As he says it, Gojo wonders how true that statement is. He doesn’t really know much about other people’s academic habits, since he’s never needed to study.

“Ah, so it’s a study date. Interesting.”

Shit. That’s right. He’d been careful not to reveal that information when he’d first spoken to Geto about his plans to meet up with you.

“A study date is still a date,” he says defensively. “And we’re getting dinner.”

“No, you’re getting dinner. That was one of the terms, if I remember correctly.” Checking the time on his phone, Geto frowns. “Speaking of which, aren’t you meeting up with someone tonight?”

Gojo stretches, leaning back in his chair. “Yeah, I am. I should get dressed.”

He stands, not bothering to put his papers away, and heads to his room to change out of his sweats. Even Gojo, vain as he is, doesn’t need a full hour to get ready, but he’ll take any opportunity to ditch his Creative Writing homework.

The girl he’s meeting up with, Manami, goes to a technical college a couple towns over. He’d met her through Geto sometime last year, and though they’ve hooked up a couple times since then it’s never been anything serious. Not for Gojo, at least.

“You look nice tonight,” he says as they take their seats, openly appraising her.

“Thank you,” she says, twirling a lock of her hair around her finger. “I wanted to get a little dressed up for you.”

He’s got a flirtatious reply ready on his tongue, leaning forwards just enough to murmur it in her ear, but as he opens his mouth to speak he catches a flash of movement in the corner of his eye.

Oh no. Oh no. Karmic punishment strikes again.

You’re here. In the restaurant. With him. And his date that isn’t you.

It looks like you’re getting ready to leave, the rest of your group still collecting their belongings. Gojo doesn’t know the people you were out with, but he feels jealousy flare in his chest even though he has no right to. Manami is looking at him, confused, and with a concentrated effort he turns his attention back to her.

“Everything okay?” she asks, and Gojo realizes he’s still leaning forwards. He sits back, pushing his glasses up his nose. He doesn’t really need them in the restaurant’s low lighting, but he has no intention of letting her see where his eyes are.

“Yeah, I’m fine. Sorry. What were we talking about?”

“I was saying I got dressed up for you.”

He smiles, though behind his glasses his eyes are still fixed on you. “That’s right. You look beautiful.”

She seems a little put out, turning her attention to the menu, and Gojo finds himself grateful for the reprieve. You’re coming this way, though he’s sure you still haven’t spotted him, too focused on winding your way between the cramped tables. Fuck, at this rate you’re going to pass right by him. Gojo picks up a cocktail menu, pretending to study it like it’s the most interesting thing he’s ever seen as he tracks you out of the corner of his eye.

You’re only a few feet away when you recognize him. From this angle you can see over the top of his glasses, so it’s not like he can even feign ignorance.

“Oh, hey Gojo.”

Your voice is as unreadable as ever. He tries to relax, pushing his glasses up to rest them on the top of his head. Manami looks up, narrowing her eyes at your sudden appearance. She’s clearly suspicious, something which is not helped by the fact that you look stunning tonight.

“Hi,” he says, trying not to sound like he’s panicking, which he definitely is. “How’ve you been?”

You give him an odd look, and he swears inwardly because why is he asking how you’ve been when he just saw you yesterday. Your eyes flick over to Manami, who’s still staring you down.

“Oh, I’m sorry. I didn’t realize you were out with someone. I don’t think we’ve met before.”

Dread washes over him as you exchange introductions. This is the last thing he needs, not when he feels like he’s finally started to make progress with you. There’s no way you’ll want to go out now— not when you know he’s seeing other people. Except you really don’t seem to care, greeting her much more warmly than you had greeted Gojo. You even go so far as to smile at her and politely inquire about where she goes to school.

What the fuck. It had taken him a solid month to get a smile out of you, and here you are chatting it up with the competition like you’re old friends. His dread begins to shift into irritation, though he does his best to push it from his mind.

“Well, it was nice to meet you,” you say, nodding to Manami as you prepare to go. “Have a good night.”

He searches your face as you turn to him, desperate to find any trace of jealousy. Of disappointment. Of something , at the very least. But no, you’re an empty canvas as usual, and then you’re gone before he can even do more than say goodbye.

“She seems nice.” Manami’s outright suspicion has subsided, but she’s still watching him warily. “How do you know each other?”

“I tutor her in biology,” he says, shrugging. “And before you ask, that’s not a euphemism.”

She laughs, and some of the tension dissipates. “Don’t worry, I didn’t think so. I doubt she’s your type.”

I doubt she’s your type. What the fuck is that supposed to mean?

“Why do you say that?” He tries to keep his tone light, propping his cheek on his palm and looking at her across the table. Manami’s smile falters.

“Don’t you think she’s a little… I don’t know. Dull?” She passes a hand across her face a couple times. “Blank, you know?”

“She smiled at you,” he points out. He knows he’s digging himself into a hole here, but he’s not ready to put down the shovel quite yet.

She rolls her eyes. “Okay, and? Anyone can fake a smile. My guess is she was just jealous, trying to play it off like she doesn’t care.” Pausing, she takes a sip of her water. “Plus, she’s not even that pretty.”

It’s at this point that Gojo mentally checks out of the conversation, before the red at the corners of his vision makes him say something he’ll regret. He can excuse the comment about your appearance; that one’s easy enough to attribute to envy. It’s the other thing she’d said, the thing about you being blank, that bothers him the most. It’s not like she knows you or how rare your smiles are, or how hard Gojo’s had to work just to catch a glimpse of one, but it still pisses him off because you’d clearly been making an effort to be friendly.

At the end of the night, before they part ways, Manami invites him back to her place. He declines with all the civility he can muster, and blocks her before he’s even gotten home.

thegirlreadingthis99: Dinner tonight?

Gojo clutches his phone to his chest as he thinks, biting his lip and staring at the ceiling of his bedroom. Would it look desperate for him to answer your message right away? He hasn’t actually opened it yet, conscious of the read receipt that will show up once he does. Ah, fuck it. You’re already well aware of his intentions, so what’s the harm in looking a little desperate?

pretty_blue_eyes: Sure. Do you still want to study for midterms?

He swipes away when he sees you’ve read the message, again letting the phone rest on his chest while he waits for a reply.

thegirlreadingthis99: Yeah

thegirlreadingthis99: [external link] Does this work for you?

It’s the address for a local restaurant, nothing too fancy.

pretty_blue_eyes: You don’t want to go somewhere nicer? It’s on me remember

thegirlreadingthis99: No this is fine

He sighs, stretching an arm up towards the ceiling. Gojo likes the idea of spending money on you. And he wants this to feel like a date, even if he knows it technically isn’t one. So he showers and picks a nice outfit for himself, careful to choose clothes that could pass for everyday wear but err on the side of formal. It’s cool out, and the last rays of sunlight are still struggling to pierce a heavy blanket of clouds as he slips out of his apartment. By the time he gets to the restaurant it’s beginning to drizzle, though not enough to warrant digging the umbrella out of his bag. He pauses under the awning, brushing away a few stray drops, and pulls the door open.

You’re not hard to spot, half buried in notes and textbooks. Gojo skirts the hostess’ podium and makes his way over to your table, pulling out a chair across from you.

“You’re here,” you say, not looking up.

He raises an eyebrow. “Did you think I wouldn’t be?”

“I wasn’t sure. It was kind of a last minute arrangement.” You pause to dig out a battered copy of the syllabus, sliding it across the table. “I highlighted the sections I’m having trouble with. It’s mostly stuff about enzymes. I feel pretty good about everything else.”

He blinks at you, surprised by the lack of pleasantries, but takes it in stride. By now he should’ve known not to expect any sort of small talk, but even so, he can’t help but feel a little disappointed. Excluding the party, this is the first time that you’ve met up in a non academic setting. Still, he did say he’d help you study, so he takes the paper without complaint.

Your conversation stays mostly in the realm of your upcoming midterms. Gojo can tell you’ve gotten a lot more comfortable with the material— your semi-weekly visits to office hours have paid off. It’s only when the food arrives that you pause, shoving your textbook and notes aside to make room for the plates.

“How did your date go?” you ask, carefully pouring dressing onto your salad.

Gojo’s been expecting this question, but even so he has no idea what answer you want to hear. The truth is probably the best way to go, he thinks, remembering your comment about his eyes giving him away. His glasses are folded on the table beside him and it would look suspicious for him to put them on now.

“I definitely wouldn’t call it a success,” he says, and you frown.

“I’m sorry. She seemed nice.”

He knows he should be annoyed by your lack of jealousy. It’s not the best reaction, but it’s the one that should come naturally right now. Instead, he remembers what Manami had said about you and feels hurt on your behalf. You’re back to your blank expression, and Gojo wonders how hard you’d had to push yourself to smile at her and add some enthusiasm to your voice. He’d always assumed that your lack of emotion was a mask you donned to keep him out, or perhaps to feign disinterest, but the more time he spends with you the more he realizes that the opposite is true. This is who you are: blank, yes, but not unfeeling. When he’d walked you back to your dorm you’d told Gojo that you didn’t trust him, and yet here you are showing him a part of yourself that not everyone gets to see.

“Gojo?” you ask, and he blinks as he breaks away from his thoughts. “Are you okay?”

He nods. “Yeah, I’m fine. Sorry, I guess I spaced out there for a second.”

So you don’t trust him, but you’re willing to drop your guard around him (to a certain extent, at least). That’s a contradiction he can accept, and maybe even be happy with.

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