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TITLE: We’re Different But That’s Okay

— CHAPTER FOUR —

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CONTENT WARNING: fluff, a little angst, hint at mature acts, and comedic stupidity because we need a little break before the next chapter bc im going to absolutely destroy your hearts and stomp on your throats!!! :D mwuah! Oh, and there’s smut at the end that includes -> size kink, a slight bit of edging, hickies, a tiny bit of blood that was spilled bc of an accident with his damn shark teeth, overstimulation, unprotected sex, voyeurism? Not really, other things as well, totally unedited because i can't be bothered to reread my writing AUTHOR'S NOTE: so sorry it took me so long to update, in the form of an apology i decided to do a double upload! i fr don't know the next time I'm gonna update after this cause I've got two other stories to update but hopefully these two upcoming chapters will feed y'all for now! TAGLIST: @canarystwin @eijiandkatspebble

WORD COUNT: 7.46k

SUMMARY: date nights are always so weird. especially when you’re a fifth wheel, poor monoma.

TETSU has been living with Y/N and Kirishima for a total of three months now. Their bond has become especially strong and they consider themselves to be a tight-knit family. Though it took Y/N a little longer to gain Tetsu’s trust, she had gained some substantial progress which was more than enough to make her happy. She never knew how amazing it would feel to have three people in the apartment, they were starting to build their own little pack.

She knew neither of them needed her protection but she couldn’t help but to feel that it was her job to protect them with all of her life. Kirishima was her mate and Tetsu was waddling his way into her heart as a brother figure. She couldn’t ask for any more than that. She truly felt happy, and the three of them all seemed to feel the same.

Tetsu had even managed to get himself a job and lived in the apartment next door to yours which happened to be connected together by a door that could be locked. It was pretty convenient and Tetsu seemed to enjoy the independence, despite still having an owner. You didn’t go back on your promise so he would trust you… for now.

But it seemed more like he enjoyed staying over at your place more than his own but you never said anything about it.

Today was one of those days with him staying over, offering to cook for the three of you. Oddly enough, he seemed to really enjoy cooking and was pretty good at it so he ended up working at a hybrid-friendly restaurant as a line cook.

“Why would anyone come to a hybrid- FRIENDLY restaurant if they’re going to bitch about hybrid waitresses? What kind of fucking nonsense is that? I swear humans have no brain!” Tetsu complained rather angrily, his face screwing up into disgust while he gently filled in a dumpling with filling and then closed it up in a professional-looking manner. How could such an angry man create such delicate foods? It was beyond you but who were you to question him when he was offering his services free of charge.

The three of you were currently stationed in the kitchen, both you and Kirishima were sitting at the counter that separated the kitchen from the living room, watching Tetsu roam around the kitchen to continue preparing the mini-feast. Considering that both he and Kirishima were on the hungrier side it was no surprise that he would be making so much food and there were rarely ever any leftovers when it came to dining with these two. You always considered the chance they had a second stomach hidden away inside of them. It was unfair with how much food they managed to put away!

“Some of us don’t have brains, I have to agree,” you comment from your seat, mouth-watering as he dropped a bunch of dumplings into the steamer he had prepared, legs swinging around in excitement at the little creations. “Absolutely. Did I tell you guys about the twat of a head chef I’m being forced to work under? He’s a real piece of work, he’s lucky I haven’t bitten his stupid little weasel face off,” he huffed, starting to work on some sushi rolls. “Ah, yeah! What’s his name again? Okamatsu? Or something?” Kiri added, eyes trained on the food that Tetsu had been so diligently preparing.

“Yeah! Him! That asshole is so lucky they hired me! Without me that place woulda turned to shit by now, I swear, as soon as the opportunity presents itself I’m gonna offer myself up as the head chef. I’m way better than that jerk-off.”

“Here,” Tetsu suddenly said, shoving a finished dumpling into both you and Kirishima’s waiting mouths, “Is it seasoned enough? I didn’t do any measuring today so hopefully, it ain’t too salty.” He soon received his answer from the sound of you both humming in satisfaction at the flavor of the dumplings. The dog hybrid was pleased with himself afterward, beaming with pride before he went back to doing what he was doing, this time starting to cut up the sushi to put it nicely onto a plate. After months of getting to know each other, you had started to recognize Tetsu as an older brother figure, both you and Kirishima had to appreciate his nurturing nature no matter how often he would deny it. It was funny to see him acting all fatherly towards the two of you.

You began to think about how nice it was with the three of you. He was truly like a brother that you never anticipated having in your life. You were soon taken out of your thoughts when Tetsu spoke up again but this time he sounded a little more on the shy side, which was uncharacteristic of him, “...Question, uh, so, uhh… there’s this girl… at work. I think I like her, andIwannagoonadatewithherbuti’veneverbeenonadatebefore. Any tips?”

Kirishima looked at you with a raised eyebrow, silently questioning if you understood a word that he said in which you responded with a quick shake of your head and a shrug of your shoulders. He then smiled nervously before clearing his throat, turning his attention back to Tetsu, “Uh, bro, could you repeat that? Maybe a little slower…? Aha..”

Dramatically, he slammed a hand onto the counter, his back facing the both of you as he blurted out, “I need help asking this girl out! I’ve never been on a goddamn date before and I don’t want to fuck it up! Ugh!”

“Ooooooooh, now I see,” you began, leaning back just a little in your chair while rubbing at your chin like you were coming up with a plan, “Ask her to go and eat or something? I don’t know. Kiri and I just sorta- hung out most times.”

Kirishima chuckled at your words before thinking as well, he then snapped his fingers as a brilliant plan came to mind, “How about a double-date? That way you won’t have to worry about awkward silences or whatever! Y/N and I can help you ease up a little on the tension.”

“A double-date? With you two?” The silver-haired male questioned, glancing over his shoulder to eye the both of you, squinting his eyes as he observed you both. The more he thought about it the more he became convinced. It wasn’t like he was uncomfortable with either of you and he had been a little worried about coming off too aggressive so a double-date couldn’t be that bad? Right?

After convincing himself, a bright smile crossed his face and he perked up immediately, “Okay, that sounds good. I’ll call her after dinner then!” He then turned back to his food preparation with a little more pep in his step. You noticed immediately and couldn’t help but to tease him, “Oho, I’ve never seen you act some cheery about anything Tetsu, except the time when you first got hired. This girl must be really special. Is she cute? Spill the details!”

The tips of the poor man’s ears turned pink and he grunted at your questions, “Don’t fuckin’ pester me, demon spawn,” he then paused, his face starting to heat up,”’Course she’s cute, but it’s not about her looks. I think she’s admirable and I want to get to know her better. We’ve got some things in common and we happen to take off for lunch at the same time so we chat sometimes… I like talking to her about stuff. She’s funny, smart, and nice. Plus, the way she laughs and her tail wags at my stupid jokes makes me get all giddy inside.” After the spill of his feelings, he suddenly realized just how much unnecessary information he’d given the two of you when both you and Kirishima suddenly started cooing about how cute he was.

You two had dramatically turned to each other and interlocked fingers, eyes nearly welling up with tears as you hung onto every word he said about his crush. “D’aw, our angry baby is growing up!” Kirishima yelled, pretending to sniffle, “That’s so manly, bro!” “I know huh, babe! I feel like a proud parent!”

“Oh my God, we have to document this moment foreve-”

“BOTH OF YOU SHUT THE FUCK UP OR I’LL STUFF YOU INTO WOODEN BOXES AND THROW YOU INTO THE SEA!”

“...Kiri’s a shark though…?”

“AS IF I GIVE A SHIT, I’LL FIND A WAY TO MAKE YOU BOTH SUFFER.”

“They grow up so fast…”

Tetsu swiftly turns around, pointing a spoon at the both of you with a dangerous glint in his eyes before he threatens you, “Say one more fuckin’ thing. I dare you.”

…

Sometime later, Tetsu finally finished cooking dinner for all of them and the ones who didn’t do a thing were more than happy to set up the table, sneaking little bites here and there before they commenced eating, shoveling food down their throats.

Both you and Kirishima offered the man compliments, pleased with how well everything had turned out which made him more than happy to see you two enjoy his food.

When Tetsu had finished eating he went to retrieve his phone and shuffled over to his apartment to make the oh-so-private phone call. While that was happening, you had stuffed yourself full and were on the verge of needing to take a nap but kept your eyes open, relaxing in your seat while watching Kirishima happily nom away at his food, always astonished how much food he could put away. It was like his mouth was a bottomless pit or something.

“Is there something on my face?” He asked, leaning back a little to pick up a napkin and dab at his cheeks, his eyes widening as he stared back at you. You blinked a few times, only then realizing that you had been staring at him, “Oh! No, not at all. I was just staring at you… You sure do eat well, I’m kinda jealous.” The compliment was a little strange but he couldn’t help but feel slightly embarrassed, chuckling at you before rubbing the back of his hand, “Ha, guess sharks just have a big appetite? Takes a lot to get me full.”

“That’s kinda hot,” you mumble before standing up to grab your emptied plate as well as the dishes that had been basically licked clean. “Hot? I can do a lot more with my mouth than that, but you’ve already witnessed that, haven’t you?~”

You whipped your head around to look at him, shocked at his bold word choice before you snickered at him, “Maybe you’ll have to remind me again sometime.”

“Ready when you are, little gem,” he hummed back, shrugging and going back to clearing out the table with his vacuum of a mouth.

Cockblock Tetsu soon reenters the dining room with a disgusted look on his face, “Let me hurry up and tell you two the news before you start fucking on the floor. Kendo said yes, and we’re going to meet up this Saturday at the restaurant. I'm gonna make a reservation for all of us. And-” He paused, exaggeratingly swiping a hand down his face, “Her owner will come as well because he doesn’t seem to trust people.”

“That’s kinda cute but also weird, but I guess I can understand. Are you sure he’s not secretly in love with her or something?” Kiri asked, looking up while spooning some rice into his mouth.

“I don’t think so, but we’ll cross that bridge when we get there I guess. We’ll see what happens when the date comes,” Tetsu retorted while ruffling his own hair, “Agh, now I need to find something decent to wear. G’night weirdos.” And with that, the mastiff hybrid went back to his apartment through the door that connected the living rooms.

You looked at Kirishima and then raised an eyebrow before going to place dishes in the dishwasher, “I can’t wait to see what happens on the date. It’s probably gonna be funny as fuck.”

…

The date had been set for Saturday, a perfect way to start the weekend, although it was a scheduled dinner for the evening. It’s not like you were complaining though, it would be nice to see who Tetsu seemed to be so interested in.

“Someone looks good enough to eat,” Kirishima cooed as he came into your shared bedroom and sat down on the edge of the bed, watching as you got dressed and fixed yourself up in the body mirror that was in front of your closet. You finished adjusting your clothes and then turned to observe your big dope of a boyfriend, wolf-whistling at his choice in clothing. He wore some form-fitting jeans that hugged his legs just right and a dark red button-up shirt that seemed to be struggling to keep his torso under wraps, his hair neatly brushed back, just barely hitting his waist. Maybe it was time to go clothes shopping…? Or not.

“Me? What about you? I don’t know if I can make it through dinner without copping a feel or two. Should we have a quickie before we go?~”

“Hm, should we?”

“I really wish I didn’t have heightened HEARING!” Tetsu shouted from somewhere in your apartment, most likely the living room.

Both you and Kirishima looked at each other before sighing, realizing that you wouldn’t be able to do anything too… intense just yet, it would be best to wait.

Standing from the bed, Kirishima inched his way over to you and pressed a hand onto the small of your back before leaning down to press a teasing kiss onto your lips and whispering, “Maybe later, lil’ gem. A dessert after dessert if you’re catchin’ my drift.”

You gave him “the look” and then nodded your head, smiling a little at the thought of him ravishing you after dinner. Yeah, sure, he’d fucked you right to sleep last night but you could never reject his advances, he was just so damn hot, it was unfair to think about sometimes.

You couldn’t help your eyes as they roamed over his body, thinking about just how *big* he is. From his height to his hands, to the sharp teeth that resided in his mouth. Oh the things you loved about him, not to mention his big, fat co-

“Babe, you’re drooling, what’s going on in that pretty little head of yours? Hmm?” The man of your dreams asks, nudging you playfully before shaking his head, clicking his tongue like he was disappointed in your behavior, “Can’t believe you’re already thinking such things, what a pervert.”

And with that, he left the room, making you gawk at his back from where he’d left you.

“Did he just…? I swear, give him a compliment ONE time and his head gets as big as a fucking BUS!” You stomp after him to see that he was now applauding Tetsu who was all dressed up, stunned at how cleaned up he managed to get.

“WOW! I can’t believe you finally shaved that chin strap on your face,” you commented, stepping in front of Tetsu to observe him a bit closer. You rubbed at your chin while observing him, humming at his choice in apparel, “Looks good, looks good.” Tetsu chose to wear some black slacks and a dark gray shirt with a black tie, his coat adding to his dark and slightly brooding looks. Kirishima couldn’t agree more, “You look like one of those drama CEOS. I think they’re called Chaebols or something. If I were a young woman I’d jump right on you.”

The man you two were fawning over grimaced at the compliments and waved his hand around, “Yeah yeah, I guess you two don’t look so bad either, even though I’m sure you already know that with the way you talk to each other. Which reminds me, I need to buy earplugs or rip my eardrums out, haven’t decided which would work better. ”

“Gasp! You’re so mean, Tetsu,” Kirishima yelled after Tetsu, who was already leaving the apartment, snatching your car keys from their place on the kitchen counter before making his exit. On the other hand, you couldn’t help but laugh at Tetsu’s tsundere tendencies, following after the two and locking the door behind you so that the evening could truly begin.

By the time you had arrived at the restaurant, it was a bit on the crowded side but nothing too intense. The customers that were inside were a mix of hybrids and humans which was pleasing, meaning that you were less likely to deal with any bullshit so that was a plus.

“I have a reservation under Tetsutetsu, “ Tetsu said to the hostess who stood at the front behind a podium, the dog hybrid quickly nodded her head and began to lead the party of three to their table which happened to big a big booth that was big enough for their party, thankfully.

You squeezed into the rounded booth seat, Kirishima sitting beside you while Tetsu sat on the other side of the table across from the both of you. After the three of you had gotten situated, Tetsu shifted around a bit nervously in his seat, rubbing away at his hands.

“Dude, just take a breather, everything’s going to go just fine,” your boyfriend reassured his found brother, noticing the way he’d been fidgeting, “We’re just here to have fun, not like you’re gonna propose or somethin’... right? Wait, you’re not gonna ask her to marry you, are you? Jesus man that’s moving too fast-”

“Kiri, are you dumb? OF COURSE I��M NOT GONNA PROPOSE, what the FUCK are you talkin’ about?”

“Oh? Someone’s proposing?” A feminine voice interjects, immediately making Tetsu nearly break his neck to turn and look at the owner of his voice. She peeked curiously at him with a small smile adorning her face. Poor Tetsu was about to die right then and there, he didn’t know what to do or say. Something about her just made him all tongue-tied and he forgot all his social skills in a matter of seconds.

Recognizing immediately what was going on, you decided to speak up, chuckling a little at your friend’s nervousness before you looked at this mystery hyena hybrid, “Ah, we were just joking around. You must be Kendo. It’s nice to meet you, I’m Y/N L/N, and this is my boyfriend, Eijiro Kirishima. We’ve heard so much about you from Tetsutetsu.”

Kendo’s eyes flickered from Tetsu’s flustered face to meet your gaze, her smile only seeming to widen in a friendly manner, “Nice to meet you! And you guessed right, I’m Itsuka Kendo,” She then looked at Tetsu with nothing but fondness, “I hope he’s said only nice things, aha.” The two of them seemed to silently converse in that split second which reminded you so much of the first time you had begun to feel romantic feelings for Kiri which made your heart instantly feel warm.

The sweet moment was soon interrupted by the sound of someone clearing their throat. “And I am the great Neito Monoma, though I can’t say that it is a pleasure to meet *any* of you just yet,” a new voice spoke up before a gray-eyed blonde revealed himself, pushing Kendo aside for a moment so he could sit down in the booth next to Tetsu, acting as a divider between the two of you.

As soon as he sat down he stared you down, sizing you up with obvious disdain lingering in his eyes.

You raised an eyebrow at him, wondering what you did wrong. Usually, you’d smack the taste out of someone’s mouth if the opportunity came but tonight you would be on your best behavior (a promise you made to Tetsu). But, you were also not feeling the least bit threatened by the man who sat across from you even though you were wondering why he seemed to be so hateful despite just knowing you.

Kendo grabbed the back of the man’s color and proceeded to snatch him from the seat, replacing his position quickly so that she could sit next to Tetsu instead. The blonde scoffed at her but made no effort to move or swat her away, adjusting the hat that sat atop his head.

“So sorry, Monoma isn’t the best when it comes to… well, being a decent person.”

“Ha! I don’t know any of these people, so why should I treat them as friends?”

“Monoma, you promised.”

The blonde only rolled his eyes and picked up one of the menus from the table, beginning to scan his eyes over it for a moment before speaking up again without wasting any more time.

“What are your intentions with Kendo? Do you plan to date her? What makes you any better than any other options she can have?” He began to interrogate Tetsu, glancing at him with squinted eyes.

The question caught Tetsu off-guard and he could only clear his throat before thinking of what he wanted to say, “I.. well, I’d like that, but only if she wanted to, of course.”

“Do you want to or do you not want to? Are you willing to be fully committed to her or are you the type to easily get bored and throw away whatever bores you? Dog hybrids are known for their lack of concentration,” the blonde spat, smirking just a little at his own quick wit which earned a slap to the back of his head from Kendo. “Monoma,” she spoke in a warning tone, eyeing him, daring him to say something else… he does.

“I’m only asking important questions for your safety. It’s better to get these out in the open and answer before it’s too late,” he attempted to reason but then decided to shoot another shot, but this time he aimed it at you and Kirishima.

“I don’t know how I feel about you associating with people who have no idea how the hybrid and human communities interact. Don’t you know how unbalanced in power your relationship is? What kind of person dates someone they *own*? It’s almost like you’re forcing someone into a relationship. It’s disgusting,” he spat, his voice laced with venom as he peered at the both of you. His frustration was apparent but there was something else there lingering dimly in his gaze. Perhaps… sadness?

You open your mouth to speak up and nearly blow his head off with your choice of words but you’re quickly cut off by Kendo who growls at her owner, staring at him as she silently threatens him. That seemed to shut him up. When she realized he wasn’t going to say anything else, the ginger sighs and then shifts around uncomfortably in her seat. You, Kirishima, and Tetsu remain silent, wondering if she was going to say something or maybe even excuse herself to leave. This date was starting off in the best light after all.

“..I’m sorry,” she began, pressing her hands together as she deeply inhaled and then reached over to the top of Monoma’s head, snatching the beanie away from it to reveal shaggy blonde hair and adorable tiny ears that flickered around and revealed themselves. “Hey! Why would you do that?!” Monoma quickly questions, snatching the hat back to cover his ears again, “They could report us! Are you out of your mind?!” She gives Monoma a knowing look and he instantly quiets down, shifting his gaze elsewhere, not even daring to glance in your pack’s direction.

“I trust Tetsu and Tetsu seems to trust you two so I don’t mind telling you guys our story,” Kendo stated, hoping that her alpha would understand what she was doing, “Monoma isn’t actually a human, he’s a hamster hybrid but… he hides his features to seem human in order to keep our pack together. Er, humans haven’t been the greatest to us actually, which is pretty common amongst hybrids but… our last owner was really the shittiest of them all, in our eyes at least. Monoma has always been the protective type, despite not being much older than any of us in the pack. He’s always taken the blast of whatever has come to us and that’s made him have the worst experiences with humans so please know that he can’t help his distrust simply because of his experiences. I hope you don’t think ill of us, I understand if you guys want to end the date now, I’m sorry again.” She then bowed her head, preparing to stand up and leave.

You quickly spoke up, “Please don’t apologize, I… I can’t begin to understand what it must feel like, but I won’t pretend I do. I’m sorry that you had to deal with such horrible people like that, I get that’s why you’re so protective of your pack. I’m the same way, really. I want to protect Kiri and Tetsu with my life. They both mean so much to me that I can understand why you’re so worried about letting other people into your life. You don’t have to like me or anything but I hope that you can learn to tolerate me.” You then bowed your head at Monoma in hopes that he understood where you were coming from. His eyes widened for a moment, stunned by your actions. No human had ever apologized to him like that before.

Though he doesn’t say anything else demeaning, he does scoff at your display of apology, unconsciously pouting and puffing out his cheeks just the slightest before turning his nose up at you. You immediately caught onto his flustered state, almost cooing at how cute the narcissistic hamster hybrid is. Key word, almost.

Kirishima smiled nervously at the display between the two of you. Two pack heads, one seemed to be threatening the other while the one being threatened was as nonchalant as ever. Oh, how fun this was going to be.

It was quiet for the time being but that silence was soon interrupted by the sound of grumbling, causing Tetsu to groan in frustration, flustered and angered at his own body’s failure to keep itself contained. Kendo laughed at Tetsu’s angry stomach, playfully nudging his side with a smile.

“Guess we should order some food before Iron man turns into a grump. You guys should see him when he doesn’t get to go on lunch break on time, he nearly threw a fit with our boss,” Kendo teased, giggling at the memory.

“Jeez, bro, I always knew you were a hothead when it came to food but don’t tell me you nearly ripped your boss’s head off? Tsk tsk,” Kiri piped up, picking up his own menu to skim over it in interest which earned a hiss from Tetsu, “Be quiet, you’re the same damn way.”

“Oh! Haha, you’re right. Guess that’s why we’re long-lost brothers!”

“Order whatever you guys want, my treat,” you had added, chuckling at the light banter, glad to see that the awkwardness was starting to simmer down.

This time around the hamster hybrid decided to pipe up, an evil glint in his eyes as well as a smirk on his face, “Anything we like? Are you sure about that?” He then eyed you suspiciously, wondering if you were going to back down on your words.

Offering him a grin you nodded your head and responded, “Yeah, go wild. I can splurge a little bit.”

And with that, just out of spite, Monoma decided that he wanted to break your pockets just because he wanted to, an evil grin spreading across his face while you remained unbothered and pleased. You could barely contain yourself when the table was suddenly filled with plates of food, mostly the expensive items, it was too much for just one person to consume but you certainly wanted to see him try.

…

“Neito. Stop eating for fuckssake, you’re going to explode! You’re a hamster, not a chipmunk!” The hyena yelped, pushing away the plates of food that was in front of him, he had barely finished two of the fifteen meals he’d ordered but that knowing smile on his face only made him want to eat more just to wipe that shitty grin off.

“N-no! I can still eat more,” the man huffed, tugging a plate of unfinished pasta in front of him again as he began to fork some more into his mouth, his struggle was obvious and you couldn't hide your amusement.

Kendo could feel her anger bubbling up but she sighed, relaxing before shoving the plates away again and huffing at him, “Let’s save this for Awase and Sen, I’m sure they’d appreciate that.” At the mention of their other pack members, it seemed that Momona’s hidden nurturing side revealed itself when he stopped eating and sat up, silently agreeing with her suggestion. It was obvious to you and anyone else that had been watching that he cared deeply about his pack, which you couldn’t help but admire and respect, despite his strange personality.

“Should we get dessert?” You offered, fighting the grin that threatened to form on your face. Instead, you remained innocent, looking around the table in curiosity, your gaze lingering on Monoma for just a few seconds longer before you raised your hand, waving over the server to ask if they could all have the dessert menu.

Kirishima, Tetsu, and Kendo all seemed to sweatdrop at the tension between Monoma and you, it was obvious who was winning this round but no one made an effort to elaborate or even bring it up, instead, they opted to watch it all play out.

And as expected, Monoma bit off a little more than he could chew, both literally and figuratively, which led him into a tiny food coma that made him pass out after having one too many bites. Tetsu was tasked with carrying the hamster hybrid to Kendo’s car while Kirishima carried the many take-out boxes, leaving you and Kendo to your own devices as you both followed behind them.

“Thanks. Tonight was pretty fun, and- honestly, I think Monoma sees you as his rival now which can be a good thing,” Kendo spoke up, crossing her arms over her chest before laughing sheepishly. “He never takes interest in others unless he thinks they’re a threat or have potential as his comrades. We should hang out again, in a more casual setting I mean.”

“Sure!” You exclaimed, more than happy to have a new lady friend, “We should exchange numbers then. I’m sure we’ll be seeing a lot more of each other anyways considering how much Tetsu seems to like you, and you seem to like him just as much if I’m not mistaken.” Even though you had just met her, you couldn’t deny that she seemed to be friendship material and thought a little teasing wasn’t too inappropriate. The ginger’s face turned a bright red and she laughed a little, rubbing the back of her neck, “He does? I’m so happy to hear that. I… I really like him too actually.”

“You two are so cute, I ship it,” you tease her more, gently nudging her before she laughs again and shakes her head, mumbling about how only dorks would say such things. You both exchange a few more words and then she bids you goodbye before going to properly say goodnight to Tetsu, leaving Monoma nearly hanging out of the backseat as the two lovebirds flirt and blush at each other, obviously head over heels in love with one another.

Kirishima came to stand by your side, wrapping his arms around your shoulders to pull you into his side as the both of you sneakily watched the potential couple. “This brings me back, remember when we first started dating?” He asked, sighing a little at the fond memories, “We were both so dumb and young, I can even remember the first time we confessed to each other like it was yesterday.”

You laughed at the thought, unable to contain your fit of giggles before you spoke, “I still can’t believe you thought you were going to die after that baseball hit you in your head!” You then started to playfully mock him, deepening your voice just a little,” Oh Y/N! I have to tell you this before I end up dying! A true man mustn’t live without regrets! I’m in love with you and I have been since we were little kids! In another life, maybe we can go out! Goodbye cruel world!” You then leaned more into his side, draping a hand over your forehead as you pretended to faint. “I did NOT do all that! Why’d you make me sound like some kinda Shakespearean guy? Do I… Do I sound like that?” It seemed that your little recount of the beginning of your romantic relationship was going to have poor Kirishima going through an identity crisis… which only made the situation more hilarious. Honestly, you were definitely exaggerating a little but what was the fun in telling the truth anyway? You did, however, have his true words held closely to your heart and whenever you thought about him asking you out like he was on his deathbed you couldn’t help but bashfully grin and mumble about how much of a himbo he was sometimes.

As you and Kiri were walking down memory lane, Tetsu eventually came back towards the two of you with a flushed face and a small smile on his face, his tail wagging aggressively behind him, the fluff of the appendage waving around in the wind like a flag. It was obvious that he was pleased with the way that tonight had gone and you were happy that he was happy.

“Looks like someone had a goodnight,” you cooed, reaching up to pat the top of his head in an affectionate manner. Usually, he would slap your hand away but tonight, he was in an especially good mood and didn’t bother to wave you off, only nodding in response before the three of you had made your way to your car to start the drive back home.

…

Arriving at your respective doors, you all bid each other goodnight and went to your separate units, leaving you and Kirishima alone once again. A blessing indeed.

“Shall we have dessert now then?” Kirishima asked as he watched you take off your shoes and put them away into your closet after entering your bedroom. You briefly glanced over your shoulder at him and then gave him a sly smile that spoke volumes. And with that, he appeared in front of you and closed the distance between you both, placing his hands on your hips before he attacked your lips in a passionate kiss.

It didn’t matter how many times the two of you did things together, it was intoxicating and exciting each and every time, leaving the both of you breathless and satisfied in no time which was more than enough to make you want more and more despite receiving your fill.

[nsfw! content warnings: this is the end of the chapter in case you want to skip over the smut, it doesn’t continue into the next chapter so you have a choice to read this or not!]

The kissing soon turned into something less passionate and more sloppy, messy may have been a better word for the open-mouth kisses that you attacked each other with.

“Fuck, you look so good tonight, nearly took you on the table in front of the entire restaurant,” Kirishima mumbled while pulling his lips away from yours to tug off his shirt before he began to assist in removing your clothes as well. You chuckled at his reply and let him assist in undressing you as you reached down to start undoing his pants, “Hm, why didn’t you? I’m sure no one would have minded a dinner and a movie.”

He chuckled at your joke and then kicked off his pants before easily scooping you up into his arms and tossing you onto the bed, grinning down at you before he climbed on top of you, burying his face between your shoulder and neck. “Bet you would have liked that, wouldn’t you?” He whispered, his tongue darting out of his mouth to swipe at the side of your neck before he grazed his sharpened teeth over your skin, daring to sink them into you and break the skin. You grabbed the back of his neck, lightly squeezing it before running your fingers through his hair, pressing him into your neck further as you silently urged him to go onward.

Taking the hint, he bit down lightly onto your neck to test the waters, leaving a light mark that only darkened with some sucking that left you writhing around beneath him. He began to leave identical marks, varying in size and darkness all over your neck and shoulders as well as your chest just to tease you, giving you an appetizer before the main course.

You were starting to become a little impatient at this point which was made obvious when you tugged on the hair at the nape of his neck and huffed, making him grunt in response, biting down a bit harsher on your neck than he intended to. It was enough to make you bleed and it stung a little but it wasn’t anything to write home about, even if you gasped for air afterward, feeling a new wave of arousal.

“Just hurry up and fuck me already, Ei,” you groaned, leaning your head back into the mattress, awaiting that moment you desired the most.

The man that was straddling you leaned back and a dazzling smirk spread across his face before he purred in a teasing yet tender manner, “So impatient, shouldn’t you ask nicely?~”

Squinting at his face, you took matters into your own hands- literally by grabbing his cock through the open pocket in the front of his briefs and giving it a squeeze which earned you a well-deserved grunt of surprise.

You smirked at the response you’d gotten, starting to move your hand rather quickly in an up and down motion, grinning as you watched his face screw up in different ways.

You seemed to enjoy having your way with him, getting him back for his little display of teasing. Kirishima would let you have your way a little longer before he would grab a hold of the situation again, and so he did.

His own impatience began to creep upon him as he lifted your fingers from his shaft and hummed, “There there, you had your fun. My turn.”

You yelped when he suddenly grabbed at your hips and pulled you down to the edge of the bed which nearly made you fall off the bed but he kept you in place, pulling you flush to his lower body as he pushed his cock between your pussy lips, daring to enter you without prep, however, he stopped himself and instead began to rub his angry tip against your clit, pressing onto the little button with a harsh amount of pressure that made you shiver and arch your back off the bed.

He rubbed his cock rapidly between your lips, smearing his length in your wetness which made a squelching noise that was a little embarrassing. You couldn’t keep the moans that escaped your lips, shifting your hips around in a frenzy as you were starting to feel an all too familiar burning sensation in your lower stomach, “E-ei, please!”

You didn’t want to cum just yet, especially when he hadn’t even filled you yet, it wasn’t fair so you were going to at least *attempt* to hold back, much to his dismay.

“C’mon baby, I know you wanna cum. Cum for me, my pretty gem. I’m just tryna get you prepped to take me in, I can’t have you gettin’ split open so soon. You’ve got work tomorrow, right?”

Along with his question, he stopped using his cock to stimulate you and instead used the rough pads of his fingers to rub a circle on your clit that set your body ablaze, your chest heaving as your nipples perked up from the sudden feeling, failing to answer him.

His face fell into seriousness when you did not answer him, earning a harsh flick to your flit that made your hips jerk up and hump into nothing but the heated air lingering above your body, “Answer me.”

“Y-yes!” You yelped without thinking any more about it, holding back was becoming nearly impossible at this point as you felt an earth shattering orgasm come over you, eyes rolling back as you began to shudder violently with him still abusing your poor clit.

That toothy grin on his face that you loved so much crept up onto his face as he moved his hand from between your legs, flicking your juices from his thumb with a pleased sigh, “Good girl. Time for your reward, hm?”

His eyes that were glazed over with lust glanced down at your body, watching as you tried to catch your breath before he continued to have his way with you and bend and mold you into what he craved and desired.

As he looked down at you with a predatory gaze, did you truly understand the differences between the two of you? Of course, you always knew how much *bigger* he was, but you never truly studied him until moments like this. He could literally rip you in half with a flick of his wrist which was somewhat arousing to think about. Your eyes lingered downwards, taking in his muscular frame and the happy trail that leads down to a neatly trimmed bush that surrounded his thick cock that you would occasionally gag on when you were in the mood.

While taking in his appearance for a little while longer, you realized all too late that he had grabbed a hold of your wrists with one of his big hands, using the other to align himself with your entrance. He then bullied his way into your poor cunt, watching as you stretched beautifully around his shaft, squeezing him in a way that nearly made him explode right then and there.

“Fuck, you take me so well, princess,” he groaned, taking a hold of your wrists, one in each hand, thick digits wrapped around them like handcuffs, “Now, you’re gonna be a good girl f’me and cum on my cock too, lil’ gem.~” As expected, you were given no time to respond, shrieking in pleasure when he used his grip on your wrists to slam you down onto his awaiting cock, grinning down at you as he used your wrists to hold you in place while he rutted into you, snapping his hips with no clear rhythm. Each hit deep within you, resonating throughout your body in ways that you had thought would become familiar after so many times of doing it but he never failed to make you feel amazing each and every time, rearranging your guts like a mixing master.

Seemed like you were going to have to call off work with the way he was impaling you with little to no remorse, only interested in watching as your body reacted to each movement of his hips, the sound of colliding skin filling the room and your ears. As he repeatedly slammed into you, bottoming out only to snatch himself back out and slam back into you, you couldn’t contain the noises that came from your mouth and the way you kept muttering his name, begging him to slow down or go faster, you couldn’t seem to make up your mind with how stupid he was fucking you.

Little did you know, your bedroom escapades were falling up another set of ears who had decided it was time for him to buy those earplugs he mentioned or just blast some music into his ears. Man, he was tired of hearing you two go at it like rabbits, poor Tetsu.

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Broken Melody - Part Forty One

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Summary: Grammy Award winning Emma Danvers is the first to say she has a pretty good life. But what happens when it implodes around her and it looks like things will never be the same again?

Words: 5.1k+

Warnings: Angst. Moments of Fluff.

Pairings: Alex Danvers x Sam Arias, Kara Danvers x OC

This Part: Emma teleports to London and meets up with an old friend.

Well... That last part sucked...

Thank you for all the messages you've all been sending me 😅 and to those asking about my other fics, if I get inspiration I will look into it, but as of right now my mind is set on this. ❤️

Thank you for reading and let me know if you wanna be tagged or any general feedback will be greatly appreciated. Please! I like knowing your thoughts.

Taglist: @finleyfray, @life-is-hella-unfair, @natasha-danvers, @supergirl-writingz, @camslightstories, @thinking1bee, @aznblossom, @inquisitive-nix

Alex glances down at her phone after it chimes to see a text from her sister.

Emma: Can I come see you?

Alex frowns, knowing Emma should be on her date with Lena but before she can respond Kara messages Emma back that she’s busy. Knowing her response will be the same, Alex places her phone down onto her desk as she continues to view security footage.

Annoyingly her phone keeps lighting up with paparazzi notifications, obviously taking pictures of the couple. Without looking at any of the alerts, she places her phone’s settings onto ‘Do Not Disturb’ so she can focus on her work.

Time passes and Alex soon forgets the light show her phone made. Knowing if there were any issues her loved ones can get through to her.

Something catches her eyes on the CCTV, a wisp of a shadow maybe? Wanting to double check the reference Alex heads over to her laboratory. Pushing open the door she is not surprised to see Brainy glued to his tablet with the microscope beside him. What does surprise the redhead is the troubled look on his face.

“Hey Brainy.” Alex calls over, but he doesn’t look up or respond. “Brainy?” When he still doesn’t acknowledge her, Alex strides over.

She notes the video playing of the blood cells, but Alex’s brows knit together at what she was seeing.

“Brainy!” Alex says firmly, making the alien uncharacteristically get startled and snaps his head up to her. Simultaneously locking the tablet. But it was too late, Alex had seen what was on there. “You okay?”

Brainy swallows and nods. “Yes, just tired.”

“You’re working too hard.” Alex comments as she leans against the high desk.

“You may be right.”

Alex notes his posture and his grip on the tablet is tense.

“What were you looking at?” Alex tries to ask casually.

“Classified.” Brainy automatically states.

Alex narrows her eyes at him and crosses her arms. “Why would looking at blood cells be classified?”

Taking a deep breath, Brainy motions to the stool next to him. “I think you need to sit down for what I am about to reveal to you.”

“But it’s classified?”

“Alex, please.” Brainy’s voice is strained as he motions to the stool again and Alex sits. Taking another deep breath Brainy straightens and looks hesitantly at Alex. Making her stomach clench.

“I, and a few others-” Brainy’s eyes dart back and forth between Alex’s as he deciphers whether he could tell the redhead his suspicions. “Believe that the serum could have altered certain aspects of Emma’s DNA.”

Alex tilts her head slightly as she listens to Brainy. “Show me.”

Sighing, Brainy gets his tablet and opens the file containing images of Emma’s blood work. “This sample was taken before the serum was administered.”

Alex nods as the cells look normal. Then, Brainy swipes and the image changes. Barely noticeable to the untrained eye, but Alex could see the slight alteration in the cells. “This was right after the serum.” He continues swiping, showing Alex a timeline of everytime blood was taken from Emma and Alex intently studies the screen. A frown knits across her face as the cells start clearly changing.

“But, this is her most recent blood work from when she collapsed and-” Brainy motions to the microscope and Alex immediately looks through.

Her head snaps back, her eyes wide and mouth open. “This is Emma’s blood?”

Brainy swallows and nods.

“But some cells look like Kara’s.” Alex whispers in disbelief.

Brainy nods again, watching as the realisation hits the redhead.

“We have to bring Emma in.” Alex quickly jumps to her feet to go to the command center and Brainy follows. “The headaches, how clumsy she’s gotten. It all makes sense now! Rao why was I so blind to it?!”

“We all were.” Brainy mutters sadly.

Suddenly her phone rings, even though she has it on ‘Do Not Disturb’, she has it set that only a few people can contact her. Sam being one of them.

“Go ahead and answer that and I will pinpoint Emma’s location.” Brainy starts tapping away on his tablet as they walk.

“Okay.” Alex answers the call. “Babe?” She slows down as she hears a shaky breath respond. “Sam, what’s wrong?”

“Emma’s gone.”

-- -- --

A group of the homeless gather together around a sheltered part of a dark alleyway, by a well known pub in London.

“It is meant to be summer right?” One moans at their friends while staring out at the torrential downpour. Making what should be a bright summer morning, a dull, wet and grey one.

“Supposedly.”

“Apparently” Another responds sarcastically.

Suddenly a flash of purple lights up the dark space around them, causing them to scream in terror and flee out into the rain.

In the rush to run one of the homeless women trips and falls. She watches in utter fear and alarm as the light morphs into a portal. It opens up beside the pub and a brunette woman steps through.

The homeless woman starts to shake, her adrenaline kicking in as she lies there. “P-p-please-” She cries out in fear, instantly alerting the brunette woman to her presence. “Don’t hurt me.”

Immediately the brunette rushes over to the downed woman on the floor, causing her to cower and scream out in fear. But what she thought would be an assault, a hand is held out to her instead.

“Wha?” She blinks in confusion and gazes up at the stranger.

The brunette motions with her hand again, the homeless woman takes it and finds herself being lifted to her feet.

“What the fuck?” The homeless woman exclaims as she stares at the stranger, not knowing how she had been lifted up so easily. She studies the brunette’s face and realises their makeup was messed up and running by tears that were still falling down the stranger's face. What’s worse was the utter pain within the puffy, bloodshot, blue eyes.

Before the homeless woman can say anything the brunette points to her and makes the okay symbol with her hand. She repeats this a few times while the homeless woman tries to understand what's going on.

“Am I okay?”

The brunette nods attentively.

“Well other then you scared the crap out of me and me friends, yea, I’m okay.”

The brunette nods again and wipes the tears from her face. Smudging the running makeup even more.

“Question is, are you?”

The brunette’s broken eyes snap to hers, causing a shiver to run through the homeless woman. She has known plenty of pain and grief, seen it daily amongst the homeless community. But the lack of hope and light in this woman's eyes was heartbreaking.

Finally the brunette shakes her head and takes a deep breath.

“Cat got ya tongue?”

The brunette nods, tapping her throat and giving the thumbs down. Signaling she couldn’t talk.

“Oh, sorry.”

The brunette shrugs, gives her a small, sad smile and walks out of the darkened alley.

“What the fuck?” The homeless woman mutters to herself, looking around to try and make sense of what just happened.

-- -- --

Robyn: Seriously Emma, are you okay? Please answer me!

Robyn Rose watches the text message get delivered and keeps staring at her phone. Her stomach clenches as she hopes the delivered notification will turn to read. Crystal blue eyes are filled with worry and concern for her friend. She sighs heavily while running a hand through her undercut pixie. Just wishing she could know what’s going on. She’s even tempted to get on a plane to National City and be there for Emma. Cause if what the media are stating is true, Emma is going to be crushed.

Even though it was 6 o’clock in the morning Robyn was wide awake from staying up to work on a new idea for a song the record company wanted for her new album. Saying the overall feel of the album was too fluffy and needed an edgy song added into it.

So as always, inspiration hit Robyn when she should have been getting ready for bed and the brunette powered through until the early hours of the morning. However, when she was feeling it was time to head to bed, her phone exploded with notifications and messages from fans wanting to know what was happening.

The brunette unlocked her phone and frowned deeply at the images of her friend, who was in obvious distress and her shock at reading the headlines that Lena Luthor had broken up with Emma.

Robyn’s anger had boiled as she watched a video posted by a fan of the paparazzi surrounding Emma. Her heart broke at the tears flowing down her friend’s face as she was being backed up into the side of a building.

“How fucking dare they?!” She seethed and immediately tried calling the blonde. But she wasn’t getting through. So started the hundreds of text messages to try and get Emma to answer her. To know she was okay. Or as okay as she can be in the circumstances.

Suddenly the sound of her door buzzer makes her jump and glare at it. It incessantly rang out in a certain rhythm but Robyn was not in the mood for it.

“Alright I’m coming!” She yells and presses a button to communicate with the person on the street. “Alright! Alright!” She snaps into the speaker. “Who is it?”

But all Robyn can hear is the sounds of sniffs and shaky breaths. Rolling her eyes Robyn lets go of the button and goes to sit back down on the sofa. But she halts, suddenly recognising the rhythm as a new song she was writing with Emma.

‘Could it be?’

She rushes from her penthouse, luxury flat and down the stairs two at a time, not caring if she woke up her pompous neighbours. Robyn flings the front door open and is greeted by the sight of a woman she has never seen before.

Her makeup was an utter mess, eyes puffy from crying and clothes soaked through from the rain.

Robyn frowns. “Sorry, who are you?”

The stranger lifts her hand to her right temple and Robyn’s mouth drops open as the face melts away, revealing Emma Danvers.

“Em?!” She pulls the distressed blonde into the building and quickly closes the door behind her. Robyn pulls the soaking blonde into a hug and holds Emma tight, not caring she was getting wet by Emma’s sopping clothes. She feels Emma shake in her arms as voiceless sobs burst from her lips. “I got you. I got you. Come on, let’s get you upstairs.” Robyn rubs her back and guides Emma further into the building.

She feels the blonde sway as they head towards the staircase and in moments like these, Robyn wishes this historic building had an elevator, but alas it didn’t and building regulations prohibited it. So instead Robyn wraps her arm securely around Emma’s waist. They steadily climb the floors up to her flat, thankfully they don’t come across any of the neighbours. Once inside Robyn leads Emma to a nearby dining room chair and the blonde promptly collapses onto it.

“We need to get you into some dry clothes.” Robyn says as she pulls the backpack off her friend’s back. She unzips it, grateful that it was waterproof when she sees Emma’s Macbook Pro. The brunette pulls out the pajamas and underwear, placing them into Emma’s hands. “Get changed and I’ll bring you some makeup wipes and a drink.”

Emma nods wearily and Robyn rushes to her bedroom to grab the thick makeup wipes she uses for after a show. Next she enters the kitchen and gets a carton of apple juice and two glasses, as well as a bottle of cool water from the fridge.

When she comes back into the lounge Emma has changed and is now sitting on the sofa. But she is bent over with her head in her hands and shaking with voiceless sobs.

“Hey, hey, hey.” Robyn places the things on the coffee table and sits next to her friend, pulling her into a hug. “It’s okay, let it out, it’s going to be okay. I’ve got you.”

In time she feels Emma stop shaking and her pained gasps are replaced by slow, controlled breaths. Robyn rubs soothing circles into Emma’s back, wishing she could do more. The blonde finally lifts her head and pushes herself up into a seated position. She rubs her eyes and winces at the makeup still there.

“Here.” Robyn says softly, holding out the makeup wipes.

Emma reaches for them and pauses, her bloodshot, puffy eyes widening as she looks at Robyn’s chest.

“What?” Robyn blinks and looks down. Part of Emma’s makeup was on her grey t-shirt. “Ah man!” She teases and looks back up at Emma’s guilty face. “Hey I was joking! It’s okay, it can just go in the wash.”

Emma nods but she scrunches up her forehead and looks away from the brunette.

“Now I’m not going to ask if you are okay, because it’s pretty fucking obvious your not.”

Emma shakes her head while opening up the packaging and starts wiping the ruined makeup off.

“What the fuck happened? I mean, Jesus Christ, I was minding my own business when suddenly my phone lit up like Chernobyl and I saw that everything has gone bat shit crazy from the photos of you in NC.”

Emma pauses and tilts her head as her eyebrows knit together in a questioning gaze.

“Of you leaving that bitch’s place, Looney Core? There’s videos of the fuckers surrounding you and you basically having a panic attack right there on the street.”

Emma swallows and fresh tears fill her eyes.

“Oh Em.” Robyn places a gentle hand on her friend’s knee. “But wait.” Robyn blinks as a thought comes into her head. “How did you get here so fast?”

Taking a deep breath Emma points at the watch on her wrist.

“Yea, it’s a watch?” Robyn asks, confusion crossing her face as to why Emma is pointing it out. “I mean, it’s a nice watch, not really your style but what does that have to-”

She stops talking when Emma opens it, revealing the technology inside.

“I still don’t know what it is, but it looks cool.”

She watches Emma’s shoulders deflate and looks around the flat for something. “Em?”

Emma lifts her hand and does a writing motion.

“You want to write?” Robyn asks and Emma nods. “Okay.” Robyn quickly goes to her studio and grabs a fresh, wired notebook and a few pens.

Coming back into the lounge Emma has rested the back of her head against the cushion, her face etched in anguish with her eyes clenched shut.

“Are you in pain?” Robyn asks, worry evident in her voice.

Slowly Emma opens her eyes and nods in response.

“Let me get you some paracetamol.” Robyn places the notebook and pens on the coffee table and sprints to her bathroom where her medicine box is.

She bolts back to the blonde and breaks into the film, holding out two tablets for Emma to take. “Here.”

Emma reaches out with a shaking hand and takes them with some of the water.

“So, mind explaining what’s up with your watch?”

Robyn waits as Emma starts writing, wishing more than anything that she could hear Emma’s rich voice again. In some ways she could look past it when they video called because of the loud music they were listening too. But now with Emma right in front of her and hearing gasps of breath instead of sobs, really unnerves the singer.

It’s a portal device, I need to type in the coordinates of where I want to go and it takes me there.

“Holy fucking shit.” Robyn breathes out. “I mean, you were wearing another face just now too. Oh and were you trying to look like me?”

Emma quickly shakes her head.

“You could have said yes you know! Give me a bit of an ego boost.” Robyn laughs and watches as a tiny smile tugs the corner of Emma’s lips. “So how’d it work?”

Emma lifts her left hand to tap her temple, suddenly her blonde locks turn neon pink.

“Wow.” Robyn blinks in amazement. “Suits you actually.”

Emma lifts her fingers to her lips and moves her hand down and forward towards the brunette.

“Wait! I know that one!” Robyn tries to remember the American sign language she had researched to try and communicate better with Emma. “Thank you?”

Emma nods and the small smile reappears.

“Hell yea! Now I just got to learn everything else and we’re golden.”

Emma snorts through her nose but flinches and rubs her forehead. Robyn watches as she starts writing again and holds up the pad.

Where’s my backpack?

“Erm.” Robyn looks around and sees it by the door. “Ah ha!” She quickly gets up and grabs it before handing it to the pink haired blonde.

Robyn notes Emma signing her thanks again and opens the bag. She pulls out an average pair of glasses and puts them on, visible relief crosses her face.

“I didn’t know you wore glasses.” Robyn says with a tilt of her head. Emma picks up the notebook and starts writing.

Didn’t you see the pictures of the carnival?

“No I didn't actually. They suit you. Is it cause you’re getting old?” Robyn teases and chuckles at her joke. But yells out when Emma grabs a pillow and whacks her across the face with it.

“Hey! Okay sorry! Yeesh! I mean I am older than you! So I’d be shooting myself in the foot too.” Robyn laughs and pours out the apple juice, handing Emma a glass, which she takes gratefully. “I do love the colour but can you change your hair back to blonde please?”

Emma lifts her left hand and taps her temple again, her hair returns to its normal colour.

“That’s sick.” Robyn stares in wonder. “Anyway, do you want to talk, I mean, write about what happened?”

She watches as Emma’s eyes fill with emotion and the blonde shakes her head.

“Okay, no worries. Erm-” Robyn tries to think what to do to help her friend. “Maybe some food?”

Emma shakes her head again.

“Already ate?

Emma nods, her eyes flicker down to her hands.

“Okay… how about we watch some tv?”

Emma nods again.

“Great!” The brunette grabs the remote and turns the tv on. “Any preference?”

But Emma shakes her head.

“Okay.” Robyn responds, feeling strange that they aren’t having their usual banter. ‘But she wouldn’t be joking with me anyway.’ Robyn thinks to herself while opening Netflix and scrolls through the menu. “I’m rewatching Downton Abbey?” Emma snaps her head to her and frowns in disbelief. “What?! I can like Downton Abbey! The Dowager Countess is just brilliant and Lady Mary is the best thing about this show!”

Emma nods and Robyn presses play. Noticing how Emma snuggles further into the sofa.

“I know it’s meant to be summer, but would you like your blanket?”

Emma nods again and Robyn grabs Emma’s teal blanket from behind the sofa. Robyn had bought the blanket for Emma years ago when she found the blonde kept stealing her own blanket and not sharing. The pair have watched many films or had long discussions with their blankets on their laps.

Robyn opens it up and lays it over her friend. Wondering how long the blonde can stay awake as her eyes were already drooping while staring at the tv.

“I’m so looking forward to seeing your mother again.” The Dowager speaks in a superior tone. “When I’m with her I am reminded of the virtues of the English.”

Matthew blinks in surprise. “But isn’t she American?”

“Exactly.” The Dowager smiles back at him.

Robyn snorts with laughter. “Ooo burn!” She gazes over at her American friend but finds Emma fast asleep. The stress and heartache from earlier, seemingly gone from her face.

But Robyn studies her a little bit longer. Noticing how Emma’s face is slightly more gaunt than it was the last time she saw her face to face. ‘Well she did almost die, you idiot.’ Robyn berates herself and turns her attention back onto the tv. Hoping she can help Emma through the pain and heartache.

-- -- --

A slamming of a fridge door makes Emma jolt awake. She blinks bleary eyed around at the sight of Robyn’s flat and for a split second she forgets what had happened.

For a sweet, blissful moment she feels normal. Or as normal as she can be.

And then it hits her.

Then the tidal wave of pain crashes on top of her so hard that she struggles to breathe. Emma’s eyes snap shut as tears fill them again. She painfully sits up, trying to stop the tears from falling.

‘...Pretend to love you… A waste of my time… Distraction.’ Lena’s stone cold voice sneers out.

Hurried footsteps rush from the kitchen and the sofa dips next to her.

“Hey, hey, it’s okay.” Robyn’s voice coos beside her and a hand gently rests on Emma’s leg. “Let it out Em. Just let it out.”

And Emma does. Though it can’t be heard, she screams. Her whole body tenses as she clutches her fist and howls in agony. Increased pressure builds around her eyes as she allows herself to feel the pain.

The breakup, her sisters, the attack, her voice.

It all breaks through the walls she had built from the moment she woke up from the attack and has been trying to ignore her pain for so long.

“-ase listen to me. Em please, you need to breathe, take deep breaths for me.” Robyn’s desperate voice filters through. “Shit, Em please I don’t want to call an ambulance!”

Emma doesn’t realise she’s run out of air and was choking. Immediately she shakily pulls in as much air as she can into her lungs.

“That’s it. In and out Emma. In and out. In, two, three, four and out, two, three, four.” Robyn repeats until Emma’s breathing is back to normal. “Em? You okay?”

The blonde lifts her head but avoids her friend’s gaze and rubs her pounding head. She notices Kara’s glasses on the coffee table and puts them back on.

“Sorry, I took them off you when you fell asleep. Didn’t look too comfortable.” Robyn explains and Emma nods. “And it’s alright to cry. No judgement here from me. None! Nada! Don’t you remember that night in Madrid when I wrecked the hotel room cause they who must not be named broke my heart?”

Emma nods, the memory filling her mind at the screams of pure anguish coming from Robyn’s room and how Jack had to break down the door so they could get to her.

“Er, though, can you not wreck my apartment?” Robyn tries to joke but Emma’s face remains stoic. “I can probably hire one of those de-stress rooms for you though? Let your anger out?”

Emma sluggishly tilts her head and raises an eyebrow.

“De-stress rooms. Don’t you have those in NC?”

Emma shakes her head.

“Fuck they are a life saver! Basically you hire a room, they fill it with items you can break and smash against the walls. Like plates! Very therapeutic. I like bashing the shit out of a car they have there.”

Emma blinks and tilts her head. ‘Wow! Alex would love to go there.’ She thinks bemused but suddenly a pang plows into her stomach at the thought of her sister.

“Hey, you literally deflated. What’s wrong?” Robyn asks, her blue eyes filled with concern.

But Emma shakes her head and looks down at her hands. Causing Robyn to sigh heavily. “Look, I get you aren’t ready to talk- shit! Er, I mean, write? Communicate?”

Emma gazes back up at her panicking friend and gently takes her hand to reassure her.

“Sorry.”

Emma shakes her head and gives her a small smile, trying to express that it was okay.

“Anyway-” Robyn rubs her forehead and runs her hand down her face. “When you are ready to communicate, I will be here for you. You can crash here for as long as you need, okay?”

Emma nods.

“So, I was going to make some food. Is there anything you’d like?”

The thought of food turns Emma’s stomach but she shrugs, not wanting to seem ungrateful.

“How about I whip up some mac and cheese?”

To Emma’s horror her eyes fill with tears and her face scrunches up as she sniffs. Remembering the last time she had that meal with the Superfriends.

Robyn notices but doesn’t push it. “Or how about some nachos? Some good old comfort food?”

Emma nods and Robyn jumps to her feet to cook.

Not having the energy or drive to follow, Emma lays back down on the sofa and pulls the huge, teal blanket up to her shoulders.

Her eyes slowly close and she soon drifts asleep.

-- -- --

A child Emma hums as she walks through the forest near her home in Midvale. She finds a branch on the ground and picks it up. Swinging it around like a sword and pretends she’s a pirate.

She giggles and lets her imagination run wild, that she is a pirate queen of a ship in the Caribbean.

“Ship ahead! Hoster the colours me lads!” She yells and points her sword to the enemy ship. “Fire!”

Cannons boom around her and the crew cheer as they land a direct hit. Making the enemy ship immediately surrender.

Emma turns to give another order and a familiar brunette stands by her. Confusion etched across her face.

“Emma?”

The blonde blinks and she’s back in the forest. No longer a child but a full grown woman.

The brunette keeps staring at her, her mouth and eyes wide open.

“Who are you?” Emma asks with a tilt of her head.

But before the brunette answers, Emma hears her name being called.

“Em-ma? Where are you?” The voice calls in a sing-song voice and Emma bolts towards it.

“Daddy!” Emma squeals and finds her father amongst the trees. “Dad!” She yells and Jeremiah turns to face her with a beaming smile. He opens his arms wide and Emma runs into her father’s arms.

“Ompf! Careful Em! You’re not so little anymore.” Jeremiah laughs as he holds her close and kisses her head.

“Sorry Dad.” Emma’s muffled voice says in his shoulder. They pull apart and Emma smiles at him, tears roll down her cheeks which he lovingly wipes away.

Jeremiah grins back and places his arm around her shoulders while they walk to the house. Both don’t notice the brunette following behind.

“So, things aren’t going too well?” Her father asks sincerely.

Emma’s throat tightens and she swallows. She shakes her head due to being unable to answer.

“I’m sorry baby girl. But, as your Mom and I have always said. Things will get better.”

“I can’t see how.” Emma mutters mournfully. “Everyone abandoned me like I wasn't worth their time. I am nothing but a distraction.”

The brunette behind them takes a quick intake of breath and her eyes fill with tears.

“Oh baby girl.” Jeremiah stops walking and cups her face. “You are never a distraction but my beautiful, brilliant, talented daughter and I love you so much.”

“Nia!” A voice echoes through Emma’s mind making her sway and blink in confusion. “Nia!”

The brunette suddenly disappears and Emma is left alone with her father.

“Come on, let's walk on for a bit longer.” Jeremiah takes her hand and they continue strolling through the brightly lit forest.

-- -- --

The next time Emma wakes up she feels Robyn gently shaking her shoulder.

“Hey, wake up, it’s dinner time.”

Emma stretches and sits up. She rubs her eyelids under the glasses and sniffs. The flat was filled with a mouth watering aroma that made her stomach growl.

“Uh oh, the Danvers monster is gonna make an appearance!” Robyn jokes and motions at the large bowl on the coffee table. “Hope you like it.”

Emma nods her thanks and starts eating. More because she knows her body needs the fuel rather than having the actual desire to eat.

They continue watching Downton Abbey and Robyn soon finishes her meal. She notices that Emma is mainly picking at hers and taking small bites.

“Can I ask you something?” Robyn queries the blonde with apprehensive eyes.

Emma nods and waits for the brunette to continue.

“Does anyone know you’re here?”

Emma shakes her head and rests her cheek on her fist.

“Should you, maybe, tell your Mom?” Robyn asks while rubbing the back of her neck.

Keeping her head on her fist, Emma narrows her eyes and tilts it in a question.

“It’s just, now don’t get mad, but I’ve been getting messages from Lucy asking if you were with me.”

Emma straightens up and her eyes widen.

“I haven’t responded!” Robyn quickly adds to reassure her friend. “But, I dunno, maybe you should just reach out to one of them to say you are safe?”

Emma collapses back into the sofa and rubs her forehead. She knew breaking all contact would not be the right thing to do. So maybe a simple email to her Mom will help reassure the others. Especially as she is still wearing the heart dampener.

Taking a deep breath, Emma places her half eaten food on the coffee table and takes out her MacBook Pro from her backpack. Robyn continues the programme and turns her attention back to the tv to give Emma space.

Once the computer loads up Emma immediately disables any tracking features and opens her emails.

Tons of messages appear from different people. But her eyes zero in on messages from her Mom. The most recent stating:

Sweetheart,

Please let me know if you are okay? You don’t have to tell me where you are, just that you are safe. Please.

I love you so much and I am so sorry you are going through this.

Clicking the reply button, Emma breathes deeply and begins typing.

Hi Mom,

Yes, I am safe. I just need some time away from everything and everyone. Please try not to worry. I know that you will be worrying anyway but please try not to. I love you too.

Emma reads over her response and once she is happy with it she makes sure it cannot be tracked before sending it.

Closing the lid Emma places her MacBook Pro on the coffee table and settles back into the sofa. Robyn gives her a soft smile and they continue watching the drama unfolding within Downton Abbey.

(Part Forty Two)

#supergirl #supergirl fanfic #supergirl imagine #supergirl baby danvers #supergirl tv #supergirl fanfiction #lena luthor x baby danvers #alex danvers x baby danvers #kara danvers x baby danvers #alex danvers imagine #kara danvers #lena luthor #lena luthor imagine #alex danvers x sam arias #alex danvers #kara danvers x original character #kara danvers imagine #b!d #baby danvers

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lilblog-asatreat · 3 years

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Prompt: Woman with ice-blue hair; fanciful; temple

(Prompt from Roll-A-Prompt Writing Journal Boxed Set)

Lup stood facing a full body mirror and admired her reflection. The main part of her hair was done up in a high bun with the hair on the sides of her head let loose and cascading down her shoulders. The sleeves of her dress hung off her shoulders, and the body of it hugged her nicely down to the waist where it fanned out and trailed behind her. It was colored with bright reds, oranges, and yellows, and when Lup spun around in it, it glowed as if the dress itself was made of fire.

It was the most beautiful dress ever crafted, and it was made for her specifically for this very day. This very moment. Lup had never felt so awe strikingly beautiful.

There was a knock on the door, and then Taako entered the room, wearing a cinnamon colored suit with black sequins. He stopped for a second to take in Lup's appearance. He started to tear up, but he cleared his throat and closed the door behind him.

"Is it time?" Lup asked.

Taako nodded. "You look beautiful."

Lup smiled and turned to look at herself in the mirror again. "I feel beautiful. I mean, more so than usual." She laughed a little and grabbed a tissue to dab at her eyes. She can't cry yet. She hadn't even walked down the aisle.

Taako moved to stand next to her. "It's been one hell of a journey to make it to where we are today, hasn't it?"

"I'll say." Lup turned to look at him. "Taako, I-... I never thought I'd make it this far. I mean, I hoped and dreamed and I talked about having future plans when we were kids because I needed our lives to mean something and to feel like we'd eventually find a way to do more than survive, but this... I never I thought I'd find someone, Taako. I never thought I'd find someone who I'd want to share the rest of my life with and who'd want to do the same with me, and now I have, and I'm going to, and I have to thank you so much for that."

Taako raised an eyebrow. "Thank me? For what? You picked him out yourself, homie. Unless you mean thanking me for putting up with your whining and complaining that 'he doesn't love me in that way' and 'I don't want to ruin things with him by talking to him about it' for decades when I told you point blank that he told me the exact same things about you."

Lup laughed. "Yes, thank you for that, but also... I wouldn't have gotten into the Institute without you. I wouldn't have gone on this mission and met him without you. You're my one constant in my life, and I want to thank you for that."

Taako blinked and looked away. "Thank you for being my one constant too." He said thickly.

Lup gave him a hug, and he hugged her back. "I love you."

"I love you too."

They stayed like that for a moment before Lup pulled away to place her red veil delicately on her head.

Taako cleared his throat again, wiped his eyes, and walked back to the door. "Ready?" He asked with his hand on the handle.

Lup smiled. "Ready."

The guests in the pews stood up as the twins walked down the aisle, arm in arm. There were so many familiar faces. Davenport, Lucretia, Merle, and Magnus who was waving wildly with a big goofy smile on his face. There was their favorite aunt who taught them how to cook and Grandpa Tostada. Friends Lup made while on the road and at school though it didn't really make much sense that some of them were there because humans don't live that long? There were also some unfamiliar faces who looked vaguely like her husband-to-be.

Lup smiled and waved at all of them as she passed. The light pouring in through the long windows of the temple from the double sunset made her dress look like it was set ablaze. She looked around at the banners lining the walls which were emblazoned with a design of a needle with thread weaving around it and a circle encapsulating all of it: the symbol of Istus. She looked in front of her at the tapestry hanging on the wall behind the pulpit. It was depicting a woman with long white hair knitting a blanket with the whole world tucked inside it. Standing in front of the tapestry and behind the pulpit was a tall dark woman with ice-blue hair. She smiled as Lup and Taako made their way forward, and Lup smiled back. Then she saw him, and she almost tripped over her own feet as she paused for a second while Taako kept moving on ahead.

Barry Bluejeans stood in front of the pulpit with his lips turned up in a nervous smile. He wore a bright blue denim suit with an indigo bowtie, and he was already teary eyed as he watched Lup walk closer and closer to him. This was it. This was happening. And Barry looked stunning. All Lup wanted to do was kiss his brains out, but she could wait.

When she made it to the pulpit, Taako squeezed her hand then left to take his seat. The priestess started talking the usual spiel that happens at weddings about their union, but Lup couldn't be bothered to listen. She found studying every inch of Barry's face and wondering how she got to be so lucky as to have him in her life much more interesting. The way Barry smiled softly at her with so much love in his eyes made her feel like she was the most important person in the world.

"Lup, do you take Barry Bluejeans to be your lawfully wedded husband?"

"What?" Lup looked up startled.

A couple of the people in the audience snickered.

The priestess smiled. "Do you take Barry to be your lawfully wedded husband?"

"Oh. Oh yes, of course I do!" She giggled a little sheepishly.

"Barry Bluejeans, do you take Lup to be your lawfully wedded wife?"

Barry chuckled quietly. "I do."

The priestess turned to the altar that was a few feet away from her where a couple of unlit candles stood on top of it.

"Lup."

"Lady Istus, Goddess of Fate, do you bless this union to be part of your design?"

"Lup!"

Lup wakes up with a start. She sits up, rubs her eyes blearily, and blinks a couple of times before looking around and sighing. She has never felt so happy and so heartbroken about finding herself in bed with Barry in the small room they now share on the Starblaster. She pulls her knees up to her chest and hugs them tightly as Barry wraps his arms around her and gives her a kiss on her temple.

"I'm sorry I had to wake you up, babe, but Taako just finished making dinner, and Davenport wants to have a team meeting while we eat," he says quietly.

Lup nods, but instead of getting up, she buries her head into Barry's shoulder and starts to cry.

"Babe! What-"

"We were home, Barry," she mumbles through muted sobs. "We- we were home and we were- were getting married the way people at home d-do. At a Temple of Istus with all of our fr-friends and family, and Istus was just-just about to give us her blessi-ing."

Barry kisses the top of her head and holds her closer. "Were you wearing that dress you told me about? The one you've wanted to wear since you were a kid?"

Lup nods. "And you were wearing a d-denim suit because of course you w-were."

Barry laughs and rubs comforting circles into her back. "Denim looks really good on me, sue me."

Lup laughs and hiccups. "It was a ver-ery flattering suit."

Barry continues to hold her as she calms down, and soon she's breathing heavily against him though her tears have stopped. They sit in silence for a few more minutes before Lup says, "Barry... I want to marry you again. But not like how other people do it. I mean, it's been fun learning the different cultures of the planets we touch down in and getting married their way, but I want to have our planet's wedding. I know it's fanciful dreaming because we're probably never going to be able to go back, but it's not fair that the opportunity got taken from us, and I just want to have it our way."

Barry hums in agreement. "It's a shame none of the realities we've come to has as big of a following for Istus as ours had. It's been really weird not having her as a central pillar of everyday life. But I promise, the next reality we come to that even has one temple of hers, we'll go there and get married and have her bless our union the way that she does at home."

They sit quietly again for a few more minutes, and Barry plays with her hair. Finally, Lup sits up and kisses him slowly, savoring the warmth of his lips, before pulling away again and wiping her eyes. "So Taako made dinner, and Davenport wanted a group meeting?" She asked, still breathing shakily.

Barry nods and squeezes her hand reassuringly. "Yeah, Taako made that one dish you and he had back in Tesseralia."

"Oh hell yeah!" Lup jumps up from the bed and runs out of the room, leaving Barry laughing behind her.

#taz #taz balance #blupjeans #lup #barry bluejeans #taz lup #taz fanfic #taako #taz taako #stolen century #written works of gab

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harrysweasleys · 4 years

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Put A Ring On It

Synopsis: Spending Christmas at the burrow with Fred Weasley.

Warnings: none (maybe a lil bit of language?)

Word Count: 3,463

A/N: quarantine’s got me re-reading the harry potter series so my ideas are flowing right now and its great. also this was supposed to be a short blurb but it ended up being much longer than that. enjoy!

Fred knew what he wanted to get Y/N the day that he asked her to come join his family for Christmas. It was their final year in Hogwarts, and although yes, they were both seventeen and decently young, he knew there was no one else out there for him.

He stared down at the dainty ring in the box, overthinking his choice. Maybe she didn’t like the diamond cut. Maybe she didn’t even want a diamond. Maybe she didn’t even want him.

“Fred, you keep looking at that box and you’re gonna go mental.” George whispered, helping himself to some toast. Luckily Y/N, along with everyone else in the house, was still sleeping so he could stare at the tiny piece of jewelry in peace. Fred couldn’t fall back asleep after waking up at around five, his nerves getting the best of him, and George’s ‘twin instinct’ woke him up as well, leading to the two of them sitting in the kitchen as the sun slowly rose over the Burrow.

Today was Christmas eve, and tomorrow, Fred was going to ask Y/N to marry him.

“I can't stop looking at it, George.” Fred whined, tearing his eyes away from it and looking at his brother, “She’s going to be wearing this every day for the rest of her life, it has to be perfect, y’know?”

George sighed, sitting down next to his brother with a mouthful of toast and jam, “She’s gonna love it, mate. It’s Y/N.”

Fred knew George was right. Y/N wasn’t picky, she was simple and loved anything that Fred got her — she always had. But this was a whole new level.

“Oi, get your big mouth away from the food before you eat it all.” Ron’s half-asleep self came barreling down the stairs and into the kitchen. Fred closed the box and hid it in the pocket inside his sweater, not wanting his plan to be known by anyone other than George. Ron had a big mouth, Y/N would surely find out if he knew.

Ron eyed the twins suspiciously, “What are you two gits doing up so early anyways?”

Fred’s eyes widened and he plastered a smile on his face, “We’re shop owners now, Ronnie. We’ve had business matters to attend to. Owls to send and stuff.” George nodded, going along with his brother’s lie. If there was one thing these boys were good at, it was lying.

“On Christmas Eve? Sucks to be you, then.” Ron picked up a muffin, shoving the entire thing in his mouth as crumbs fell all over his shirt, adding to the already countless grease stains.

---

Within an hour, the whole lot had woken up and came down for breakfast. Y/N sat next to Fred, her hand intertwined with his under the table as she ate a strawberry, deep in conversation with Hermione and Ginny. Fred was supposed to be engaged in a discussion with Percy, but he was only half listening, his mind more focused on the nervous butterflies in his stomach that were slowly turning into aggressive wasps.

“You good, Freddie?” Y/N’s soft voice spoke from next to him, a genuine look of concern on her face, “Your hand is shaking.”

Fred grinned at her, “I had an extra cup of coffee this morning. Guess the caffeine is getting to me.” The lie rolled off his tongue effortlessly, he hadn’t had a drop of caffeine because he knew damn well that if he mixed it in with his already stressed out body, he’d be a train wreck.

Y/N shot him a breathtaking smile and Fred swore his heart leaped. Nearly four years of being together and he still couldn't get over how perfect she was. From the loose strand of hair that always fell in her face, to the light freckles grazing her delicate cheeks, to the way her eyes seemed to shine every time she looked at him, he was completely smitten and nothing could change that. He knew from the moment they had their first date that he wanted to marry her.

She returned to her conversation about books or something — Fred wasn't really paying attention — and gave his hand a reassuring squeeze, calming his poor heart.

---

That afternoon, Y/N had left with Hermione and Ginny to go do some very, very last minute Christmas shopping after Molly scolded them for not getting it done on time, so Fred found himself outside playing Quidditch with his brothers to pass the time. (Molly had actually kicked them out to do some wrapping, but still.)

He was still out there nearly an hour and a half later, zooming around on his broomstick and letting the brisk wind blow through his hair when he saw the three girls arrive. His eyes immediately went to Y/N, her arms filled with bags and her cheeks tinted red from the cold air. Her eyes landed on him and she smiled, waving him over.

Fred swooped down to the point where he was next to her, his eyes scanning over her face, “How was shopping, love?”

She grinned at him, “Good! But don’t come inside, I got you a few things and they need to be wrapped first.” She pressed her lips to his, making him want to completely forget about the game he was a part of and run inside with her, but he let her pull away and head inside out of the winter air, a dopey grin on his face as he returned to his brothers.

“You’re obsessed.” Ron called out once Fred rejoined the game.

“Leave him alone,” George smirked, “Once you grow some balls and ask Hermione out you’ll know just how he feels.”

Ron flushed bright red, making his brothers burst out laughing as they continued the game.

---

That night after dinner, Fred couldn’t sit still. Y/N was cuddled into his side on the couch, watching the slow fire burn down as her eyelids slowly started getting heavier, meanwhile Fred had enough chaotic energy to go run a marathon. It took all his self control not to let his leg bounce up and down as a sign of nervous energy, because he knew that if he did, Y/N would question him. The last thing he wanted was for her to be suspicious.

“Freddie?” Her tired voice mumbled as she pulled her head off of his shoulder to look him in the eye, “I really am having a wonderful time here with your family.”

He smiled, pulling her forehead close to him so he could press a gentle kiss on her skin, “And I’m having a wonderful time with you.”

She grinned, placing a kiss on the tip of his nose, “I love you, my little goof.”

Fred melted, leaning even closer to her touch if that was possible, “And I love you, my little angel.”

“Should we head up for bed?” She whispered in his ear, despite the fact that there was no one else in the room. He nodded his head quicker than he intended to, but he knew that no matter when they went to bed, he wouldn’t be able to sleep tonight. By this time tomorrow, Y/N could be his fiancee. Or she could have crushed his heart in her tiny hand by saying ‘no’ and leaving him spiralling in a pit of self despair.

He grabbed her hand, ignoring his thoughts, and led her up the many, many flights of steps and into his room. Which was pretty much their room now, if they were being honest. She took off her large knitted sweater that Molly Weasley had made her last year and sat it down neatly on the end of the bed. That was another thing Fred loved about her. She was pretty much his opposite when it came to small things - while he would have just thrown his own sweater across the room and only looked for it when he was cold next, she gently folded it and placed it where she knew she’d be able to find and use it.

Fred smiled at the folded sweater, looking over to Y/N who was now untying her hair, letting the loose waves cascade down her shoulders. She really did look like an genuine angel.

“Whatcha lookin’ at?” She grinned, walking over to him. Fred placed his hands on her hips, letting them slide slightly under the tank top she had on, his fingers rubbing against her soft skin. Y/N felt goosebumps rise under his touch and leaned in closer to him.

“You, you gorgeous woman.” He smirked. She blushed, trying to take the attention away from herself by running her hands through his hair, causing his eyes to flutter shut. She placed another quick kiss on his nose and took off to get ready for bed.

As she drifted off to sleep that night, her light breaths fanning over Fred’s shoulder, he couldn’t help but worry about tomorrow. He really, really wanted to marry her, but what if she felt like they were too young? Being engaged didn’t mean you had to get married right away, but what if she wanted to wait until after Hogwarts to start thinking about marriage?

He shook his head, not wanting to keep planting negative thoughts in his mind as he looked over to the woman sleeping next to him, her chest rising and falling with each breath she took. She looked incredibly peaceful and Fred wished he could be in the same position. He only wished that all his stressing could be worth it — that tomorrow night, at this time, Y/N would be wearing the ring on her left hand and grinning at it like a lovestruck fool.

She’s going to say yes, his subconscious nagged him, sounding as if George were saying the words to him and not his mind. He smiled. She was going to say yes.

---

“Freddie, it’s Christmas!” Y/N shook the ginger boy awake, startling him out of his dream. He scanned the room in a panic, calming down once he saw the dazzling smile on his girl’s face and the realization that there was, in fact, no immediate danger.

Today was the day.

“Merry Christmas,” he smiled lazily, pulling her back down against his chest. She giggled, placing a kiss on his shoulder, his neck, and then his cheek.

“We have to get up! It’s nearly ten, I hear your family downstairs already.” She reluctantly pulled away from him, already feeling colder than she was moments ago. Surprisingly, Fred gave off a lot of body heat, and she already missed it.

“Fine, just ‘cause it’s Christmas,” he grinned at her, figuring out a way to sneak the ring downstairs without her noticing, “Tell ‘em I’ll be down in a few.”

Lucky for Fred, she was too excited about the holiday to question why he wasn't going down with her. She picked up the neatly folded sweater on the end of the bed, threw it on over her pyjamas, and rushed out of the room. As soon as Fred heard her footsteps retreating down the stairs, he jumped out of bed and opened his nightstand, taking out the little velvet box and placing it on the bed. He then opened his dresser and grabbed the baggiest sweater her could find, throwing it on and hiding the ring in one of his little pockets on the inside, out of sight.

He looked over himself once more in the mirror, “You got this, Fred.” And with that, he rushed down the stairs, tripping over his own two feet the whole way down. Once he made it downstairs without injury, he turned to face his entire family sitting around the Christmas tree, everyone had their tea in Christmas mugs that had been painted by the Weasley kids when they were younger. Gifts littered the ground around the large, overly decorated tree, the twinkling lights adding to the holiday ambiance.

Y/N smiled and pat the couch next to her, signalling she had saved that spot for Fred. He poured himself a quick tea and sat down next to her, placing his hand on her thigh to hopefully take his mind off of the events that were about to unfold. He tried hard to keep his mind away from what he would say and how she would react, but there was no way he could keep distracted for too long.

George looked over at him and winked, knowing fully well that he was the only one who knew what was going to happen. Fred tried to avoid the tinge of pink on his cheeks, turning his head down to face the carpet.

Ron, Hermione, Ginny, Harry (who probably arrived overnight as he wasn’t there yesterday), along with the rest of the Weasley family sat around the tree, all still talking, until Molly stood up and clapped her hands, a big grin on her freckled face.

“Shall we get started, then?”

A mumble of agreement made its way around the circle, so Molly went over to the tree and picked up the first box she saw. It happened to be a bunch of boxes, actually, because she handed one box to everyone, clapping her hands.

Y/N smiled at the box on her lap, waiting for everyone to start opening theirs before she picked at the ribbon, letting it fall to the ground and then ripping the paper off of it.

“Oh, wow, mum,” Ron forced a smile, unfolding the furry jumper with a giant green R on the front, “It’s almost the same as last year’s.”

Molly waved her hands, “Oh, Ron. You know they’re your favourites!”

Fred unwrapped his, eyes widening at the large baby blue sweater with FRED W. knitted into it with orange, “Mum, blue clashes with my hair.”

Y/N giggled, taking hers out next. Hers was the opposite of Fred’s, the orange knit with baby blue letters of her initials in the middle, making her grin.

She folded it neatly and placed it in her lap, “Thank you, Mrs. Weasley, I love it.” Fred gave her a look as to say ‘are you mental’ before tossing his behind him on the couch and using it as a pillow. Molly rolled her eyes at her son, smiling kindly to Y/N before walking back towards the tree.

“Wait, mum, I think Fred has a gift he'd like to give Y/N next,” George piped up, causing the colour to completely drain from Fred’s face. Everyone turned their eyes to him to see what the gift was going to be, making Fred nearly a million times more nervous than he actually was.

“Thanks for putting me on the spot, George.” Fred said through gritted teeth, turning his attention to Y/N next to him who looked at him with curiosity in her eyes. He pulled his hand away from her thigh, not wanting her to feel how clammy and sweaty it had become in the last five seconds.

“Go on, then, Fred, which one is it?” Ron looked under the tree, trying to find a gift with Y/N’s name on it but having no success.

“It’s not under the tree, Ron.” Fred glared daggers at his younger brother, his nerves getting the best of him.

He once again turned to face Y/N, who had her undivided attention on him. He was nervous as hell, sure, but when he looked into her eyes and the faint smile ghosting on her lips, he knew how badly he wanted this.

He wanted her forever.

“Y/N,” Fred started, his voice shaky, “I remember when I saw you for the first time. You walked into Potions class looking pissed off because Snape failed you on an assignment that you were certain you did perfectly. You walked in there, told him off, rendered the class speechless, and sat in your seat for the rest of Potions with this proud smirk on your face.”

Y/N giggled slightly at the memory, thinking it over in her head. She had later found out that a certain Slytherin who was on detention duty had hidden her assignment from Snape and that’s why she had failed.

“And I remember when I spoke to you for the first time. It was right before a Quidditch game, I bumped into you by accident and I was ready for you to go off on me with that same passion you had in Potions, but you were so quiet and shy, it was like you were a whole different person.” Fred continued talking, his voice still shaky but he barely noticed, all of his attention on Y/N.

“And then I couldn’t get you off my mind. I was obsessed. I asked you to come to Hogsmeade village with me one weekend and my heart was yours. There was no one else for me. Just you. We sat in the Three Broomsticks and talked for four hours about everything. I went to bed that night thinking of you.”

Y/N gazed into Fred’s eyes, forgetting about everyone else in the room. Her heart was beating faster than she’d ever felt it before, and her mouth felt dry, as if every word in the dictionary had vanished from her vocabulary.

“When you became mine, I knew it was meant to be. You helped George and I with pranks, you’ve supported my idea to open a shop, you've gotten along brilliantly with my family, and you’re the smartest woman I’ve ever met — sorry Hermione.” Fred turned to face the other witch for a quick second before turning back to Y/N.

Y/N felt as if her entire body was putty in Fred’s hands. She probably looked like a fish out of water, her mouth agape and her eyes bulging out of her head, redness creeping up onto her cheeks.

“What I’m trying to say is that — I can’t imagine a day without you by my side. Though the good, the bad, the ugly, you know the saying. I want you with me until my last breath.” Fred finished, standing up and taking the ring out of his sweater pocket, getting down on one knee in front of her.

Y/N’s hand flew to her mouth, and she could faintly see Molly Weasley gripping her husband’s arm for dear life.

“Y/N Y/L/N, will you do me the biggest honour in all the world and become my wife?” Fred asked, opening the tiny box and revealing the ring. His hands were shaking, and he felt as if everyone else in the room had vanished, the two of them being the only ones remaining.

Y/N stayed speechless, her eyes staring into Fred’s as if she could see her future in them. Which she could. She loved Fred with every ounce in her body, and didn’t want any one else by her side for the rest of her life.

“Yes.”

She had said it so quietly Fred wasn’t even sure he heard her.

“What?”

“Yes!” She jumped up, landing on him and wrapping her arms around his neck. Fred let out the biggest sigh of relief, placing the ring box on the couch and engulfing her with a hug. He could hear his family cheering around them, but all he could focus on was her. She pulled away from him, the biggest smile he had ever seen plastered on her face, her eyes shining brightly as if he had just given her the sun.

“I love you.” She smiled, leaning closer to him and pressing a light kiss on his lips. He smiled against her touch, reaching behind her to pick up the ring box off the couch. He held it in front of her and she smiled, holding out her hand for him.

He picked up the ring and slid it gently on her finger, his eyes locked with hers the entire time.

“Freddie, you put it on my middle finger.” she giggled, holding it up to him as if she were flipping him off, the dazzling ring sitting proudly.

“My bad.” he chuckled, sliding it off and placing it on her ring finger, where it belonged, and where it would be sitting comfortably for the rest of Y/N’s life.

“I only got you a notebook and a pen holder,” she smirked, admiring the jewel. Fred found himself laughing, pulling her in for a hug once more.

Molly stood up, clapping her hands, “Yay! This calls for celebration! We have a new Weasley!”

Y/N Weasley. Fred really liked the sound of that.

#fred weasley imagine #fred weasley imagines #fred weasley x reader #fred weasley one shot #fred weasley one shots #fred weasley fanfic #fred weasley #harry potter imagine #harry potter imagines

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hawksugarbaby · 4 years

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Momojirou

Fluff + flowershop Au

Jirou tied the apron around her back sighing in annoyance looking over herself in the mirror "Do we have this in black?" she called to her mother round the back of the flower shop who shook her head and apologised. "Sorry Jirou, I'm sure I can get one made for you though" she offered but the hero in training shook her head and started filling up thin metal buckets hung on the wall with water and plant food.

The neatly lined buckets on the wall hung slightly forward with worn labels with cursive names of flowers stuck on the front and jirou sighed heavily rolling up the ribbon rolls at the side so the trails of silky fabric weren't curled on the floor folded over each other in a tangled mess. "I would have been happy applying for a job at Domino's mum" she shouted to her mother setting up the cash register for the day. She didn't want to cause problems for her mum at the flower shop but she did need money, though it felt like cheating working for one of her parents. "Nonsense i'm sure you'll do great!" her mum encouraged and the purple haired girl nodded anxiously.

She flipped the closed sign to open and awaited customers as she stacked up vases and terracotta pots on the lacquered Ikea shelves shoved against the side and the door opened behind her. "Jirou?" a polite voice asked behind her, one she'd recognise instantly. She spun around holding a yellow glass and her face brightened red almost immediately. "Hey momo, h-how are you" she asked putting the glass down in the line of others and ignoring the rest of the shelving she had to do. "I'm good! It's lovely to see you. I didn't know you worked here?" she said, gesturing at the cozy and quaint building. Jirou just nodded quickly "It's my mum's shop actually but yeah. Take a look around and I'll be... well, here if you need help."

She nodded and grabbed a basket from the side starting to pull out flora from the buckets and taking note in her head how much the bouquet would cost in her head and keeping the red, pink and yellow colour scheme in mind the basket quickly filled. "What colour ribbon do you want?" Jirou asked standing in front of the wall, reels of colour dangling in front of her and scissors in hand. "Pink please" momo stated, standing very close to her friend and Jirou snipped off the fabric wrapping it on the handle of Momo's basket so it wouldn't get lost.

"Have you been working here long?" Momo asked as jirous typed in the order pressing the old keys on the register violently "just started a couple of weeks ago actually but I always feel like I'm gonna mess something up" she laughed nervously laying the flowers out on a piece of transparent paper lined with red tissue and rolled it around the flowers making a cone of paper around them keeping them safe for the journey. "I don't think you could mess anything up, you're so talented!" Momo complimented her eyes trained on Jirous hands tying the ribbon half way up the paper making the ends fan out and she repositioned the flowers inside so the composition didn't look too overwhelming in one spot.

"Well you're more amazing and I refuse to argue" Jirou said handing her the bouquet that she held gently like a fragile piece of china, "thank you Jirou" the brown eyed girl said with a smile. "O-of course. That's um 20.99" (I don't know japan prices) She said and the money was dropped into her hand then sorted into the slots in the register. "Well I'll see you on monday!" momo said, skipping happily out of the shop and Jirou nodded waving her out.

"What am I going to do with myself" Jirou groaned and her mum poked her head out the back of the store "was that the girl you like?" she asked politely stepping next to her daughter and they both patiently kept their eyes on the glass door "Yeah" jirou muttered covering her red face "well you certainly know how to pick them! What was she buying flowers for?" her mum asked, twirling her earphone jacks around her fingers and jirou's eyebrows knit together "I don't know actually?"

The week passed without much explanation from Momo and Jirou left it as it was assuming it was personal. But Jirou found herself back in the shop turning the succulents so the names faced the front and moved the ones in the wrong spot back to the right coordinate. The bell above the door dinged and Jirou turned slowly then jumped seeing momo again "H-hey momo! Nice to see you!" Jirou greeted clutching a succulent for life as the upper class women chuckled at her state "yes it's nice to see you too!"

'What could she be back for' jirou wondered handing a straw basket to jirou who had settled on white and purple this time gathering dahlia's, tulips and baby's breath into her basket.

Momo already knew Jirou had a job before she walked into the place. She didn't know how to function around Jirou feeling like she needed rebooting after every conversation and her face would burn instantly instead of her alabaster complexion. She'd walked past the flower shop a few times, silently admiring Jirou singing to the music on the radio through the window but not having the courage to go in. until last week, when the thought of visiting Jirou was too irresistible and she stepped in with no plan of action except "flowers"

"Can I help you with anything this week?" Jirou asked with an unusually cheery voice, the effects of being lovesick. "Yes actually do you have these daisies?" Momo asked, showing a picture of the larger daisies and you nodded reaching for one of the bottom buckets which were harder to see "Ah wonderful!" she cheered holding out the basket for you to place on the daisies. "Any colour of ribbon?" Jirou asked and momo skimmed over the choices "the creamy beige one is nice" she said running her fingers along the roll and you nodded cutting the ribbon to size.

"What are these little things Jirou?" she asked, examining the succulents in little cat shaped pots "oh those are succulents. They're really easy to look after; they don't require much just watered once or twice a month. Very popular for beginners" The purple headed girl said ripping the transparent paper and laying down a reddish purple tissue for the flowers to sit on gently and wrap in the paper typing a little bow in the front "can I get one of these too?" she asked politely carrying a little plant to the register "of course momo they are for sale" Jirou chuckled and scanned the barcode typing in the bouquet again.

"I'll see you Monday momo" Jirou said, walking her to the door and greeting another customer who entered and went straight for the pots without so much as a hello. Momo waved across the street and went on her way not wanting to put Jirou off work for too long though she wanted nothing more than to spend the day with her.

Again Saturday rolled around and she was prepared for momo's arrival that day dressing nicely instead of the scabby clothes she'd been wearing previously. And a bonus was Jirous mother got her the black apron with the shop's name embroidered across the front neatly in cursive.

The door opened chiming the bell and she spun quickly with a smile "Oh jirou you got a new apron! It looks wonderful on you!" she cheered giving the girl an excited hug. Both of the girls' faces bloomed red and Jirou stood in stunned silence grounding herself with the flowers and earth tones of the small shop. "Jirou do you have Marigolds perchance?" the kind girl asked softly and jirou dropped her shoulders "not at this time of year unfortunately but we have amaryllis which are similar colours!" Jirou suggested and momo nodded enthusiastically, grabbing a basket and following her to the suggested flowers.

she snipped off the orange ribbon and wrapped Momo's flowers again handing them to her and sorting the cash into the till "Jirou I have a question" momo said holding the flowers and staying in front of the till "would you like to go to a cafe down the road?" she asked "well I can ask for the rest of the day off I guess" Jirou muttered excusing herself and going to the back talking to her mum.

"With the girl you like?" she asked hanging her apron up and handing her daughter some change "yeah with her" "oh this is so exciting! Have a good time honey!" she said, shoving her out of the room and into Momo's back. "S-sorry. Mum said I could go!" she said holding the door for jirou and exiting the shop. jirou followed momo to the cafe down the road with similar cosy vibes as her flower shop and they sat down together.

"Whoever is getting all those flowers must be really lucky" jirou chuckled nervously looking up from her black as night coffee and momo raised her eyebrows "y-you think i'm buying someone else flowers?" she quizzed blowing on her tea to cool it before taking a sip, the greyish smoke puffing up and flying away to who knows where "well, yeah aren't you?" Jirou asked, suddenly confused. There was a second of silence and momo put her cup down knitting her fingers together "no i'm not getting them for someone else. the thing is I... Well the thing is I come in the shop to see you!" she admitted with a bright smile that could rival the sun. "to see me?" Jirou confirmed and the ravenette across from her nodded.

"I really like you. And I enjoy spending time with you but I couldn;t figure out a way of asking to see you more often so I... started visiting your shop because, well, I think you're amazing" momo explained not holding any feelings or words back unlike Jirou who was always so reserved "And I would love to date you if i'm honest" momo added handing the flowers to the girl in front of her as if she didn't buy them from her. "You want to date me? Why i'm so... awkward and i'm nothing like you" jirou chuckled nervously rubbing the back of her neck. Was this a prank? No Momo would never do that to someone. "Exactly, you're nothing like me and that's why I like you so much"

Jirou considered the reality of the situation for a moment worrying the world could shift into a nightmare any second or she'd wake up front this dream heartbroken and betrayed by her own heart and head. "I would like to date you too" she said back finally after a beat of confidence. "Ah i'm glad! I've wanted to tell you for so long!" Momo giggled sweetly and jirou twirled her jacks in her fingers "I can't believe I could have been with you sooner if I didn't think you were buying flowers for someone else" jirou sighed facepalming and hiding a small smile. This might be what she needed, her way of getting out her shell.

#bnha #mha fanfiction #my hero academia #bnha fanfiction #boku no hero academia #mha #boku no hero fanfic #momo yaoyozoru #kyoka jiro #momojirou #jirou #momo

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dylanxmin · 4 years

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painkiller ∣ 3 ∣ J.HS

breakups are habitual, ordinary maybe even easy for some other people, and maybe it could be easy for you, too, if you haven’t been dumped by your boyfriend after finding out that you were pregnant. no, it wasn’t easy even a bit. and a stranger who wants to be your side doesn’t make this all easy for you, at all.

pairing; jung hoseok x reader

genre; angst, fluff, humor, pregnancy au, strangers to lovers au, single!mom au, slice of life au,,

warnings; angst, swearings, mention of sexual intercourse, bratty taetae, bratty jimin bc why not:), y/n doesn’t like kids?, sorry but unedited:(

word count; 11k+

rating; nc17

a/n; e-yooo? yeah, i take a long, loong break even without wanting it. but can I blame my life and all the thing I tried to handle? (and clearly failing lol),, well, i wasn’t suppose to post this episode now, but I pushed myself and tried to give it a chance and luckily, I finished this episode!! yey!! sorry for being the worst writer ever on this site, but pls don’t hate me, lol. sooo maybe feedbacks?,, love y’all, thanks for reading it!! ♡

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Jung Hoseok is the man of hope. He and everybody knows it. But are they okay with this? Maybe most of his friends and family members were okay with this but among them, Kim Seokjin didn't like how he always tried to be helpful and all. He wouldn't have any problems with Hoseok being like that unless he wasn't all over you. Hoseok never admits it, but he knows it. Unfortunately, he knew him well enough to understand how he feels from scanning his acts and looks around you. And Seokjin will do the best thing by opening the topic of you in front of his other friends because then, he would have nowhere to hide.

''Well, I don't know that but I'm saying this. That woman hates me.'' Jungkook let out a big sigh, the sight of the red-haired middle-aged teacher scaring the hell out of him, sending shivers to his neck. He wasn't the smartest one to figure out things easily, but he knew it. Maybe the way she sizes him up bleakly, or the way her mouth crinkles in disgust. Or maybe even the way she calls his name like she was spitting. Jungkook was sure, his teacher was hating him. ''I'll never graduate because of her...''

''Okay, first of all, stop being all gloomy about this and think.'' Jimin snaps his fingers before continuing to talk, ''maybe there is one other way to get on well with her,''

''Oh my god. Shut that filthy mouth of yours!'' Jungkook covers his ear, physically abhors from what his friend just implied. ''I would never do... that,''

''Jungkook you know who is not going to work as a nurse in a hospital?'' Jin tilts his brows, secretly pitying the boy who has red cheeks in front of him. ''perverts like him,''

''Oh, c'mon,'' Jimin whined, staring at the pointed finger with a knot between his brows. ''I said what everybody was thinking. Blame me all you want but you were thinking like me!''

Hoseok giggles while watching the way his friends tearing each other apart with their stares, enjoying the chaos more than he should. Probably the drinks he had just hit his head. He poured himself another one while Jin got red because of all the yell he did to Jimin, and the poor youngest watching them with rounded doe eyes.

''I see you are having a great time over there,'' the tone of his friend alarmed Hoseok, he acknowledged that he is the next target of his. So he holds his arms up, his pupils dilated from the fear he feels. ''Hey... what did I do to earn that look?''

Jimin's little 'o's filling the room while darting his eyes over Jin and Hoseok, happy to see how tables have turned. The youngest staring his hyungs curiously.

''So you say that you did nothing wrong?'' Jin crosses arms above his chest, cock his head aside. ''Nothing?'' he asks once again to prevent his friends from attempting to deny him. Light tension fills the room while they stare at each other in silence.

''He is talking about the patient of his, dummy,'' Jimin can't wait a little longer and talks before Hoseok says something. He lifts an eyebrow, trying to understand what his friend was talking about. His 'o' shaped mouth leaves its place to a pout. ''What patient?''

Hoseok asks but deeply knows who Jin was referring to, but he wants to deny all he can. Wouldn't want to believe that he was being that obvious in front of his friend and also his co-worker. His heart race goes high, can't believe how unprofessional he looked. If Hoseok ever wanted to disappear from somewhere, it wasn't the time where his pants decided to leave his body and him staring his first crush in his pink underwear. After memories of the first grade fill his mind, Hoseok's face goes even redder than ever.

''You know 'what' patient I'm talking about Hoseok,'' the oldest rolls his eyes, his nose crinkles in shame after seeing the useless attempts of his friend. He is the second oldest in this group after Jin, yet he looked like a three years old boy. ''I'm talking about Y/N, saying it in case you try not to understand once again, for god sakes Hoseok...'' Jin lets a big sigh, shaking his head earnestly.

When a pair of sweat drips occurs in his forehead, Hoseok uses the back of his hand to wipe. Even though he tries hard not to be obvious while dripping anxiety sweats, everyone in the room can regardable as a smart man, plus they were knowing him for a long time so it was useless for Hoseok to try to act cool. He lets a little gasp, pouting, ''Yeah, Y/N. She... she looks like a good person. Yeah..''

''Good enough to makes you want to slide in her pants?'' Hoseok gasps dramatically, facing Jimin's big grin with a hand on his chest. He could die from embarrassment.

''Jimin-ah! Stop talking nonsense.'' Jimin's hand wraps around his shoulder, rubbing the spot where his hyung just put a punch, it hurts enough to make him regret what he said but he can't control his tongue when he is with them and the alcohol in his veins. ''Don't make me yell again. I'm working tomorrow,''

Jimin's knitted brows start to ease, while his grin finds its place on his lips. But he shifts from where he sits, abstaining from hyung's punch before saying what he has in his mind. ''Does Y/N have an appointment tomorrow?'' he sizes the man in dark hair, flushed pink cheeks in joy. Hoseok doesn't want to look curious and tries to hold his body stable, not moving a muscle or landing an eye on Jin. But he is burning in curiosity, his fingertips numb with the memory of him touching, patting your arm fills in his mind.

The heated body, radiating too much agony. And for some reason, he can't quite understand, but he knows that he hates to see you like that. How many times did he see you before, three? In every one of them, you looked burned out, terrified. He doesn't know what he hates the most. The sorrow in your eyes or the way you startled in every situation. He doesn't know, nor he understands, put logic in it. But he wants to make sure of your well being. Not knowing you or you being his friend's patient won't stop him, he knows it for sure. Unless you want him to stop.

''It's not that scary, right hyung?'' with the poke on his shoulder, Hoseok tears from his thoughts, and you. But little did you know, the image of your bright stare in the hospital exit never leaves Hoseok's mind. Haunts him every minute.

''R-right, not that scary,'' Hoseok nods while the thought of you being a witch wanders on his mind. He is sure that he got caught up in your spell.

How many times can a person make mistakes? Does it have any statistics, or it's up to that person's imbecility? If you try to count the mistakes you made, you probably would drown under them like a used chocolate packet. But thinking about past mistakes could not give anything in return. Therefore, you focused on today and the days that were waiting for you.

Searching on the internet about pregnancy, reading all the comments about it didn't help you the way you want. Moreover, it just turned you into a confused wreck. To be more clear, you were looking at how a pregnant woman feels about it, and if you were making a mistake for not choosing abortion. It didn't help because they all wrote how good to be pregnant and being a mother. How they felt amazing and the special bond between them and their babies.

The one bond you couldn't feel for a particular reason.

They all wanted to be a mother, thinking about this a lot and then deciding the time they want. And the ones who got pregnant by accident or without wanting at first, get used to all the hardship with their partner unlike you.

It was useless, and just remembered how lonely you are. So you had to close the laptop before you broke it. Thanks to your pregnancy brain, you never felt this unstable in your life. It was being on a roller coaster with never-ending ups and downs. One second, you were feeling above the clouds, happiest woman ever, and then bam, something just snaps and you can't ease the need to break something. Preferably someone's neck.

''Yah! From earth to the woman who is drooling,'' when Taehyung snaps his finger on your face, you flinch with the sudden move. Tearing yourself from your thoughts, you size the lovely boys who are staring at your face. ''What were you thinking that deeply?''

''And use this. Geez,'' taking the white napkin from Namjoon's hand, you push it to your drooling chin. It was surprising how much saliva your body produces. Almost equal to a Lama. ''It was nothing. Just... just thinking about work and stuff, you know,''

Namjoon tsks, lifting his brows in disbelief. ''And I should believe this?'' you shrug one shoulder, throwing the napkin on the table after folding in your palm. You also read about pregnancy drooling. At first, you did not believe it, but as you can see how much you do it was impossible not to believe. ''Believe it or not, it's the truth I'm telling you.''

''Aish... stubborn as always,'' Taehyung rolls his eyes at you, pulling his eyes from you to land on Yoongi who sits right beside you. ''Are we watching the movie as we are all together and no work tomorrow?'' he sizes you all, eyes gleaming with expectations.

''The one you never shut your mouth about?'' Yoongi asks, showing how he got sick of his countless insists to watch a certain movie with them because he was the chicken in the group. ''It's fine by me but is it okay to watch scary movies during pregnancy?'' he continues after Taehyung nods in excitement, but once Yoongi points at the elephant in the room, his mood visibly fades.

''I don't think so,'' guessed as the elephant in the room, ''They never said anything about it. Both Seokjin and the internet so yeah, why not. Let's get over with it,'' you waved your hand, trying not to turn this into something big.

When Taehyung wiggles his body in weal, Yoongi scoots over, landing his arm over your shoulders and pulling you close. ''You can always hug me if you feel too scared, you know?'' he grins, patting you on the shoulder. The daringness of the boy always manages to shock you, leave you speechless. But Namjoon acts before you can say anything, ''If she can't find you, there is always another man who waits for her. Right, Y/N?'' he made the effort to sound sneering. You give the finger as a response, but he finds it amusing.

''Wait-Who are you talking about? Yourself?'' the ash-blonde haired man's eyes go wide, brows tilted. Pout on the lips looks adoring on him, as cheeks get even more fluffy. You want to laugh but you cover your mouth with your hand before sending menacing eyes at Namjoon.

''Huh. No, aish... no way. I'm telling this one last time, she is not my type. Sorry, honey but I'm talking about Damian. The man who always tries to get in your pants, remember?'' You shush him off immediately. The level of restraining you had against your anger getting lower by the unabashed smile he sends at you.

''He is not trying...'' as everyone knew how Damian treated you, always tried to do something for you, you did not feel the need to talk back. Teahyung laughs while Namjoon fills his mouth with the cupcake he bought for you. There is no need to say he ate half of them.

''That man waits on a leash for you, and don’t even fight me on this. You know that.'' Namjoon said, his voice sounded hoarse because of the cupcake he was rolling in his mouth.

''I agree with Namjoon-ah on this. I saw it with my bare eyes, he is so whipped for you.'' Taehyung backs up, leaning to steal a cupcake from the plate. Even though you know they were right, you didn't want to talk about him anymore. He had a thing for you or not, either way, you didn't want to think about a man in this circumstance.

''He can wait all he wants, but we all know this pretty lady only has one man in his heart,'' when he gets sick of the topic and hearing the name of a man his friend's talking about, he decides to step in. Yoongi suppresses you on his chest tighter, wrapping you with his warm arms. ''And that man is me, right?''

Humming at his question, you wrap your arms around him and let yourself find comfort in his soothing affection.

The four of you grow together, got more and more close in time, but contrary to Namjoon and Taehyung friendship it was different with Yoongi. You two met when you both had a bad breakup, and were suffering yourself every day. So, your relationship took a different path after a while, it turned into something more platonic. Neither of you had feelings towards each other but finding comfort and serenity in one another company. It wasn't anything physical if you don't count the comfy hugs, tiny kisses, and holding hands when one of you needed it.

It happened only when you two felt lonely at the same time, and never crossed the line of friendship. It was a harmless, tiny platonic relationship, and you both loved the way it's going.

You squish yourself deeper in Yoongi's hold when Taehyung started the scary movie. Between Taehyung's screams and Namjoon's criticisms, you giggled when they started to bicker with each other. And in moments like this, you felt extremely happy. Thankful for having them, the chosen family of yours. It was a great way to have a break from feeling miserable and lifeless.

‘‘Not right for god sake! I said left, yes, a fucking left!’’ you scream at the man who drives, knowing your words sound harsh, you couldn’t help but not caring a bit as the pain in your inguinal area disturbs you. Yet, your screams and constant curses won’t help the redhead to drive decently, or not miss a turn. Trembling hands help him as much as you while he drips red sweat from his forehead. ‘‘Okay, okay… Can you not shout and leave my eardrum alone. Chill a little woman, geez…’’

‘‘Have this burning feeling between your legs, and then try to tell me to shut my mouth. Dickhead!’’ You didn’t know why but you were sure of having a urinal affection that tries to kill you for sure. It started two days ago but it only annoyed you while peeing, but after a while it started ache without even landing your back on the toilet. You could only crawl your legs and press them together to abstain from the pain, yet it was useless.

Taehyung, the lucky man who is driving you to your appointment, wipes the sweat on his forehead, breathing out from his nostrils in annoyance. ‘‘Sure. I won’t forget that,’’ he snaps back, rolls his eyes at you. His grip on the wheel loose after a while, as he doesn’t want to turn this situation even harder for you. Peeking an eye on you, he decides to melt the ice between you and himself. One hand on the wheel, other reaches out and holds yours tightly, and puts a boxy smile on his face. ‘‘Just hang a little okay? We are almost there.’’ Even though you want to spit on his face one second ago, with the sudden affection your heart decides to melt under his caring gaze.

You will never get used to these abrupt ups and downs. Not in a million years.

‘‘Well, I’m not giving birth, don’t I? At least, yet,’’ he giggles, shoulders move a bit with the vibration of his laugh. Thankfully, Taehyung didn’t decline your call when you desperately called him after Yoongi, as you knew you couldn’t handle driving a car in these situations, and taxi drivers always get on your nerves so using them with these hormones wouldn’t end well. Taehyung took the savior role and didn’t lose himself even though he had enough of your filthy mouth, at least he was still driving you to hospital. Not dumping you on the road even though he considered this for a minute.

‘‘Want to wait for me to park the car or meet you there?’’ he cuts your thoughts while pulling the car in front of the entry. Moving swiftly, you open the door and almost run to the elevators after telling him a simple ‘there’, leaving him behind. Heading to the elevator, you act like you are not having the thought of the man who has a heart-shaped smile. You didn’t even know his name, as you trick yourself into this idea. You press the button after entering the grey elevator with a couple of people, two of them step out with you on the third floor, heading to a different direction.

While you were walking to your doctor office, for the first time in weeks, you didn’t feel heavy on the heart. Not that you were not anxious, but it was different now. The ball of sweats didn’t crept towards your forehead, heart wasn’t beating like it was going to explode, or the way your eyelids stayed dry. Normally they would go puffy from wetness by now. But here you are, standing inches away from Doctor Kim’s door, and not having a slight terror beating on your throat.

This is a first for you. And probably for your doctor too as he always witnessed your breakdowns. What a pathetic loser, he must think about you, as you did think just like that.

‘‘Welcome, Y/N,’’ Doctor Kim reacts by standing up after seeing you, holding his hand up to greet you. You couldn’t help not to mirror his smile, squeezing his hand with a pleased smile, happy to see him. ‘‘You look good. Things have been going good, I guess?’’ he asks, pulling his hand to gesture you to sit in your usual place. For a second, you stay silent, not knowing what to say as you didn’t want to lie for some reason. Knowing he is always caring and sweet towards his patients, he still manages to make you feel special in a way. Probably thinking dumbly, but you feel close to this man, and wanted to share the truths. Even though you were not sure if things have been going good, or the total opposite. Well, you were still dealing with pregnancy hormones, morning sickness, and constant urinal issues - ignoring the unwanted pregnancy -, but you can say you were more optimistic these days? You didn’t know, had no idea…

Sitting on the black couch where he gestured, you bob your head, gathering your thoughts. ‘‘To be honest, I don’t know how I feel. You know about the pregnancy mind and emotions. I think I’m trying to be better,’’ he gives a polite smile, white pearls appear behind his lips. ‘‘Oh, that’s good news. At least we are trying to overcome the negativities, huh?’’ you giggle, nodding while your heart warmed with the way he mentions ‘we’. Not throwing you under the bus, but also counting himself in, easing your anxiety day by day. You found yourself lucky.

‘‘So, painful urinates.’’ his expression changes in a minute to a professional doctor he is from a friendly one. Eying the papers for a couple of minutes, he holds out a tiny paper to you before adding, ‘‘Let’s have a urine test, first.’’ he smiles again, and informs you about the floor you should go to.

You already hate taking these tests, have to pee in a cup and all the humiliation you felt after holding it in your hand in the corridor, in front of all those people. Like it wasn’t enough, you couldn’t drop a little drip in a damn cup. Exhaling the air in your lungs, you wipe the sweats from your forehead. Of course, nothing will work in the way you wanted, have to drive you crazy before. ‘‘Why, why, why exactly I can’t pee?’’ you groaned, lifting your pants and pulling the zip before washing your hands two times - because who would wash one time -, and you exit from the toilet to meet with your friend. ‘‘I can’t pee,’’ you sat in defeat, shoulders dropped dead on your body, and you watched your friend’s laughs and snorts that filled the corridor. At least one of you had fun today…

‘‘You look all pouty and teary just because you can’t pee?’’ he hits his knee with one hand, lips reaching from ear to ear, while you eye him with a crabby gaze. This man wants a punch. ‘‘Ohh… God, you are so cute,’’ he continues to giggle while arms pull you into a hug, one kiss lands on your hair. Then, he informs you to wait for him, and leaves you there to overthink. It’s funny how life treats you sometimes, when you think. You literally wake up every hour to pee from your comfy bed, but when it’s come to an important task, your urinal system decides not to do the thing that it does for a thousand times a day. Hah, funny! Not that you are surprised, though. Looking at your past, nothing came easy, hence, never left without making a big fuss. You did get used to all the trembling mess in your life, but all you wanted was to pee without having a meltdown. Is it too much to ask? Aish… just when you thought everything going alright, not suffocating you with handicaps on your way and such things like-

‘‘For a person who holds a plastic cup, you look very sad.’’ a honeyed giggle interrupts your overthinking, forcing your attention on itself. And with a slight surprised gaze, you had nothing to do other than facing the oh so familiar sound. ‘‘Do you need help?’’

‘‘With this?’’ you hold the cup high, now surprised more than before. Watching the man giggle visibly, after seeing your wide open eyes.

‘‘What! Of course not.’’ he almost shrieks with a mocking attitude. ‘‘It was a way more general question than it’s heard.’’ finally he stops laughing, giggling after sitting right beside you. Brown gaze locked on you after silence takes over your small conversations, but you don’t feel uncomfortable the way you should. The way you thought you should act if you run into him again, but the annoying fondness toys with your heart. After the day you last saw him, you regretted shortly after the way you acted all needy, as a fragile little girl. You still can’t believe how you felt heartbroken when he didn’t find a way to drive you home. What were you? Some girl who can’t control her emotions or hormones? And no, using pregnancy as an excuse won’t work this time. You had strict rules to obey. No man must go near to your heart.

‘‘Doctor Kim wanted a urine test?’’ Hoseok tried to look cool, asking nonchalantly and tried to trick himself as he only wondered about this as a nurse. Not out of curiosity about your situation or health. Badly wishing you would fool around and not hit him on the head.

‘‘Hmm. Probably an infection. He wanted a test.’’ you nod, chewing your bottom lip while his chocolate orbs never leaves your face. While your fingers play with the cup, eyes locked on them as you are afraid to look him in the eye, not trusting yourself enough on not blushing all over while eying him. He had some kind of an effect on you, and you hated that. You really did. He leans closer when you scream internally, ‘‘There is something,’’ he murmurs before the touch of his fingertips lick your cheek a bit, feeling the tremble on his hand while he takes a tiny leaf from your hair. It was stupid to feel, but the scene had resemblance with the tv dramas. Both of you stayed dumbfounded as he dared to touch you, of course, you were too close and air left the tiny space. Under the spotlight you two were frozen, waiting for a miracle to move. Something happened soon after, but you may not call it a ‘miracle’ as it was your dumb friend, who yelling at you from across the corridor.

‘‘Y/N-ahhh!’’ A couple of eyes landed on Taehyung in disbelief, a couple of ‘tsc’s murmured by the older ones, and immediately the young man shut his mouth. Holding his hand above his parted lips, embarrassment turns his cheeks scarlet, heart beating inside of his throat. But all the embarrassment dies after Taehyung spots you and the man right beside you, hand on your hair, the same scarlet on his face. Then Taehyung visibly changes, and you know what is about to happen that you hated so much. Before you could open your mouth to say something, or Hoseok lands his hand, your friend was there. Taking deep breaths, nostrils getting big with every breath. ‘‘I’m Taehyung, and you?’’ wanting to slap your forehead, or his face, you stood up and Hoseok followed your act.

‘‘H-hey. Hoseok,’’ Hoseok holds his whimper when the red haired man tries to break his hand in the handshake. He doesn’t understand the situation, or why this man looks like he was about to rip his head off, but Hoseok couldn’t help to push his chest up a little bit to show he is not intimidated by the man in front of him. ‘‘Hahaha, how you meet with each other kindly, huh? Hoseok is the best nurse in this hospital as Doctor Kim said,’’ you try to ease the moment, but the words all sound shrill, ‘‘And Taehyung is-’’

‘‘Taehyung,’’ your best friend for life, wraps his arms around you, pulling you closer to his body. With dreadful eyes you scan his face, then landing on Hoseok, watching the strain on his jaw. ‘‘Nice to meet you,’’ Taehyung adds, and you want to punch him. Oh gosh, you want to punch him so bad on the balls. Until his know-it-all, stupid face reddened. He was forcing your restraining level, pushing you too much with the protective acts of him. Between your internally crisis, you land an apologetic gaze on Hoseok’s, wishing him not to care of your stupid friend’s attitudes.

‘‘Yes. Yes, of course, nice to meet you, too,’’ Hoseok bids his goodbye after taking his hand from Taehyung’s grip, as kind as he can manage. Trembling left hand finds a way to ease the act by wandering on his hair, ruining it. He doesn’t know why the burning ball dropped at his chest out of nowhere, or why his breaths become so fast. Wanting to punch himself in the face, he can’t get rid of the image of the arm over your shoulders. Blood almost meets with air when he bites down his lip, a feeling clawing his chest, but he doesn’t know what it is. He doesn’t want to learn, either.

‘‘Ouch!’’ Taehyung voices a hoarse whine, rubbing the skin under his rib cage. An instant ache raised after the touch of your elbow, landing on him with a great aspect. ‘‘Did I play good?’’ he tries to laugh but with the pain he wheezes, playfulness wiped from his face.

‘‘What was that?’’ slapping him one more time, you raged. Hoseok’s back already lost in the corridor, but remembering how his face dropped down, and a terrible anguish struck your heart. Of course it was only because Taehyung mocked him, that was why you felt this stinging guilt. Yeah, that’s why. ‘‘What was what? I think I played well. Shouldn’t we protect you from the danger going around?’’ he asked like it was the obvious thing. Surprise on the face.

‘‘Who are ‘we’, exactly?’’

‘‘Well, you know. Me, as your best friend, also Namjoon. And Yoongi, not that I can count him as your friend, but yeah… You see, that is we,’’ he points, dropping a quotation mark on the air. Breath, yes just breath and ignore the boiling anger inside of you. It would be the best thing to do. ‘‘And here, drink this bottle. Sure you’ll pee like an elephant in a minute.’’ Before taking the bottle from his grip, you tried to say something, abortively parting your mouth only to close it in a minute as you don’t know what to say. The redhead eyes you as if nothing happened, like he didn’t do anything wrong a minute ago, and you didn’t know which word would shake his mind. Maybe a slap, or even a kick would work but with a living creature inside of your belly, you won’t kick anybody. Even if that anybody boils your blood, inflames your migraine.

Audibly gulping you drink the water swiftly. Hitting the bottle on his chest, you turn to sit where Hoseok just left. An itchy feeling appeared on your chest, leaning to your fingertips by your arms, and you wanted to do something. Probably it was a dumb idea, but for some reason you had an urge to explain who was Taehyung actually, why he was here and all the question in his mind. Even though some part of you screams at you, writing the sane thing with red color. Why would he have any questions in his mind? Or, why would he want an explanation from you?

Not knowing exactly if it’s okay to eat diet biscuits, you send another crumb to your mouth, crushing it slowly between your molar teeth. A kid looks at you with wide eyes beside you, she points you to show how scary you look while looking at the floor in a trance to her mother. Which you don’t know what was going on in the world as thinking about nothing was way more entertaining than watching the others. Plain biscuit didn’t put a joy in your mouth, rather it tasted like grass. Not that you knew how grass tasted like, or not that you waited for an explosion in your mouth out of joy. All these useless thoughts wander on your mind, keeping you busy while you wait for your test results. Surprisingly, your dummy friend advised you the reasonable thing, like a broken clock showing the right time twice a day, he used his dusty brain for once. After gulping down a bottle of water, a wave of need had hit you on the inguinal area. All you needed to do was wait for the moment, but you were too impatient to do so. Hitting the table with your fingertips, keeping a broken rhythm, humming to yourself got boring after you started. A ball was going right to the left in your blank head, you were able to hear the sound of emptiness.

‘‘I don’t want to eat this!’’ in the crowded hospital canteen a voice comes out, beating all the other sounds and tickling your ears. ‘‘No. I said no!’’ when the woman tried to feed the little satan again, he jerked his hand and hit the spoon on the woman's hand. Geez. A cold drop takes a track all the way down your spine, causing you to shiver in shock. The satan in the shape of a little boy started to cry soon after the spoon met with the floor, kicking the table and smacking the food on the ground. You were stunned, speechless for a moment as the scene continued by the little boy having a tantrum right beside you. Calling him with such a bad name didn’t bring you any guilt, moreover, you think it suited him well. Red on the face, constant punch on the air and wobbly screams coming out of the boy made some resemblance with the evil force in him. Not that you knew much about babies or little kids, but this boy looked at least four or five years old, yet he managed to put fear in your gut.

A bucket of cold water dropped by your head, waking you from the trance you dive into. You had no idea about raising a baby, or taking care. It was hitting you with a wave of truth that you had no ability to look out for a baby, while you can’t even survive from the winter on your own. Never thinking of raising the baby in your belly, you never applied to an adoption foundation, though. What were you thinking? You would get used to this, being pregnant, being a mother? Suddenly you would expect the baby, out of nowhere?

You were acting foolish, reckless and immature. Always having hard times without a father, how could you think you can raise a baby on your own. And until now, you didn’t know that you had such a dump idea. Did you really want to raise a baby on your own, you weren’t quite sure about it, but you never researched the many ways of adoption. Bitterness floats around your tongue, your grip on the biscuit hardened, until there is nothing but a bunch of crumbs. Cold wet stick on your back, black shirt becoming the second skin while your eyes wander around everywhere. Having multiple panic moments these last weeks, you read much about pregnancy depression, which they mostly said it was okay to feel depressed or down because of the uncertainties of your emotions. They were up and down in a blink, filling your stomach until you threw them out with a retch, waking you up with heavy breaths in the middle of the night. That’s why, you always found yourself thinking if this would be much easier with somebody, with… him. Sticking your tongue between your teeth, you hate yourself for thinking about him, the man who ran away from you with toes hitting his butt. And all these pregnancy hormones were confusing your mind, causing you to barking up the wrong tree.

While you were feeling under the water, fighting with your thoughts to see clearly, a sweet melody of a laugh interrupted the stinging flood of negativities on your mind. Something snapped, and all the scars started to heal after hearing a simple giggle.

Holding your head up, letting the soothing tone sail into your skin, kissing all the stitches to heal by soft touches, you eyed him. Growing pains chucked away against the pressure of the thrilling balm, honeyed warmness bloomed in your chest after witnessing the mouth curling a heart-shape. He was close enough for you to see the glowing wriggle in his eyes, and you wanted to curl, cover your body with the thought of its beauty. For a second, you wanted to let yourself find the momentary tranquility under his magic, even though it was black. Even though it was harmful for you, too soothing, too good to be true.

‘‘H-hi,’’ with a croaky voice popping on your mind, you shake your head to come back to reality. The reality where Hoseok was standing behind the table, a timid smile on his face, feeling uneasy.

Hands crossing each other's way, you stare him blankly, mouth barely spills the greeting. ‘‘Still waiting for the reports?’’ he asks after coughing to get rid of the hoarse voice, billion reasons wandering inside his mind, telling him not to talk with you after what happened on the second floor, but the unknown reason holds his legs tight. Conversely, the part of him, where the logic was long lost can’t ignore the doleful lines on your face. Hundred promises lost its effect with one glimpse towards your direction. Promising, taking oaths for not talking to you was useless over the way his heart reacted after seeing the way you sit all alone. His guts, senses, brilliant mind were nothing but a bunch of trash when it comes to you, and the more he hated the way he walked over his own promises, the more he found himself in a deep hole, where he can’t think of anything but you. As his friend said before, he was stupid. Hoseok knew this very well.

‘‘Yeah, still waiting. But, it’ll be over soon,’’ you cracked a tiny smile, scanning his face until a voice cut the moment, but Hoseok’s lips never moved.

‘‘Hey, it’s Jimin,’’ hand hanging in the air, you stared at the man for a second before reacting. Slightly long dark hair falls on the side of his forehead, a tender smile turns his pupils into half-moons, self-assuredness can easily read. ‘‘The best nurse you can run into,’’ he nods to emphasize his words. But his cockyness fades after Hoseok adds ‘pre’ to his caption, holding your laugh back you cover your palm over your mouth. Hiding your grin back as you don’t want to offend the boy you just met. ‘‘Hi, it’s nice to meet. You can call me Y/N,’’ hearing your name, a light ignites in his half-moons, passing by in satisfaction.

‘‘You don’t mind if we sit together, right?’’ mischievous glares stare deep in you, like he tries to prevent you from saying no, yet you had no intentions to say that. ‘‘We don-’’

Hoseok eyes you in surprise after you cut his words half, not expecting you to agree on what Jimin just said. The smile on your lips shocks him as well, getting cramps on the heart when you land your eyes on him that softly. ‘‘Of course, that would be good. Having a company sounds good,’’

‘‘Where is your…-red haired man?’’ a bizarre tone rises from Hoseok when he takes his place on the chair beside you. Before answering him, the embarrassing scene plays on your mind, sending a bunch of curses to the man who drives himself away from the hospital. You curl an apologetic smile. ‘‘He needed to leave. You know, work calls,’’ allowing yourself to feel stupid, blaring giggle popped out of you. It sounded fake, as you were still ashamed of Taehyung’s behaviours. He only nodded, not adding anything until the black haired one leaves to get something to drink. It was silent between you, but nervousness could cut a wire. Both the way his jaw tenses every other minute, and the way your eyes never land on him more than three seconds, you can sense the awkwardness. Never seeing him like this also disturbed you even though you only run into him for like three times. But as soon as the younger one moved away, chary words spilled by his lips.

‘‘W-was he the father of the baby?’’ Hoseok asked, knowing he is crossing the line big time, but the vexed part of him clouds his logic. Even though he curses himself being this immature, he can’t help the vain need that grows inside of him to learn the truth. Even before seeing your face getting white, lips parting abruptly with an unexpected question, Hoseok knew he shouldn’t ask the question, but witnessing the way you react, he curses himself one more time. ‘‘Who? Taehyung?’’ As you weren’t waiting for him to ask such a question, he wasn’t expecting you to laugh until your body became involved in your laughter. Stuttering, being unable to complete your word, you hold your finger on the air to ask for a minute to gather yourself. For a moment of thinking Taehyung as the father of the baby in your belly made you giggly mess because of the abruptness of it. You not only want to retch with the thought of it, but also want to laugh until your muscles stop working. ‘‘No! Oh, o-of course, no.’’ forgetting where you were, you burst out.

‘‘Oh, okay?’’ ignoring the dense relief, Hoseok hesitated. Not knowing what to say in return as you were trying to hold your laugh back.

‘‘S-sorry but thinking of him as that just wrecked my nerves for a moment.’’ wiping the tears from your eyelids, you continued. ‘‘He is my friend. Best friend to be exact. He did act silly before, sorry for that either. He think he needs to protect me.’’ as you gave too much information at one, Hoseok’s pupils grew bigger, and weren't expecting to receive such a reply. He doesn’t even try to hide his amused smile back, shamelessly showing it out. ‘‘Good,’’ he commented before causing a big, heavy silence between you two. As you eyed him in a moment of confusion glowing in your eyes, weighing the meaning behind the word, you were utterly surprised. Was it just to fill the space, or he meant something else, you never truly understand, but decided to lure yourself into thinking it meant nothing. Otherwise, you were in a state of having no control over your emotions, and god knows what that simple world would do to your mind, playing games until you found yourself curled in your sheets, losing the pitiless game. You had lived that more than once, but in this situation, it would tousle you and throw your parts messily.

Dropping himself on the chair, Jimin spread the husky mood. ‘‘Here hyung, your latte.’’ He pushed the glass to Hoseok’s direction, smiling sweetly, he didn’t forget you. Putting the scarlet cup in front of you, knowing the pleasant scent devours your nostrils in no time. ‘‘And this is for you. It’s my favorite so I hope you’ll like this,’’ he adds, gaze glowing happily.

‘‘Ah. Thank you,’’ before taking a sip, you murmur, bowing your head little to show your gratitudes. Risky mood runs away after the hot liquor lingers around your mouth, playing, tickling your tongue over and over until it has lost its ruins. Well, you can say that you liked Jimin without having any lack of sympathy before he even treated you with the oh so familiar taste. It was soothing, alarming your senses to ease kind of a taste, and you remembered how your mother always made a cup of this tea whenever you gave her a tantrum. It never mattered if the tantrum was caused because you wanted a shoe, or rejected by those companies over and over again. And for a split moment your heart jammed between the agonizing longing over seeing her crow's foot while your mother smiles endearingly. ‘‘What is this?’’

Seeing how your face lightens with the flush crepting up your face, Jimin waits a second to answer. ‘‘It-it’s my mother's recipe. Why?’’

‘‘You serious?’’ mouth falling open, having no control over the tone of your voice, you yowled. Without wasting another minute, you gulp down the second sip. Licking the taste out of your lips, a smile beamed to your face.

‘‘W-why?’’ stuttering his words, Hoseok leaned closer. Dramatic dread banged his face in a flash of light, but before he could gather his senses, Jimin’s mischievous eyes caught him.

‘‘My mother always made this when I felt angry or emotionally sick. Even now,’’ giggling away your embarrassment as you shared much again. Seeing the way Hoseok’s dimple color the side of his upper lips as it gets smaller with the curling smile. His eyes glistened with the dim joy covering over his chest. And it affected you. ‘‘So who made them?’’ you look back as you were able to see the creator of your childish happiness, and attempt stealed a tiny laugh from Jimin’s lips.

‘‘It’s a secret for now,’’ with a twisted smile curling his face, he swallowed a big sip from his coffee. ‘‘As we need to leave now. Right hyung?’’ Two pairs of eyes land on Hoseok, who was locking his gaze on you with an adoring smile on the corner of his lips. Not wanting to show it on your face, you were heartbroken a little as he just got here. They. They just got here. And you can’t deny that you had fun talking with Jimin, sharing the same recipe from your mother’s was exciting. But you had to gulp down your disappointment after seeing the mealy eyes, you faked a giggle. ‘‘I will be okay if you’re looking at me like that because you think I’m too powerless to be left alone.’’ To be honest, you lied to avoid revealing any kind of negative expression. Including yourself, as you repeat that you don’t need someone to hold your hand and wait by your side. Liar.

‘‘Did you came here with your car?’’ he was about to turn his back when the idea hit him, and he gestured his body towards you once again. Reminding you of the absence of any vehicles to take you back to your not so lovely, cold home. Whether you were exaggerating the situation of your home, you blamed the loneliness. It made you feel cold in there, like a lost puppy, who can’t find the way back home. ‘‘Uber gonna work for me today,’’ you hinder the unnecessary thoughts of you, smiled naively. Then, ecstasy glowed in his browns. Like he detected something way good to celebrate it with a genuine grin. ‘‘If it’s okay, I’d like to drive you back. I had a semi-promise as I remember?’’

This was unexpected. As you stare at him back, lips parted slightly due to the maze you found yourself in, feeling a bit funny. Hoseok felt the urge to continue as you stayed staring as you just swallowed a stick. ‘‘My shift is almost over, so you don’t have to wait too long. But only if you’re comfortable,’’

‘‘O-okay.’’ Comfortable? Was he joking or he was that oblivious to the way you move, act like a fool around him. ‘‘It would be fine, I guess..’’ your voice trailed off in the end. Afraid to be a burden on him, you were about to turn down his offer. But a blooming, heart-shaped smile put you back on the place. He wasn’t doing these to look kind, he was kind and really wanted to help you out. Even though you weren’t aware of that.

Wetting his lips ecstatically, his fingers met with his hair as he didn’t know where to put them. ‘‘Then I’ll be at the front gate in half an hour later?’’ he noted. Waving his goodbye, as you mimicked him back without forgetting Jimin, telling him how glad you are that you met him. His half-moons appeared as he bid his goodbye back, wrapping his arms around you tightly. It surprised you how sincere he was, but you put aside your cold-hearted acts for a second to hug him the same way. Which, it felt nice. Now, you were going to wait for him after seeing Doctor Kim, and get your medicine. You knew he would give you an antibiotica as you were aware of the current situation. Yes, it is good. Think about antibiotics to press down your horror, your anxiety over being driven to your home by Hoseok. That would hold back your mind from whirling around.

Life was funny. The way it worked amazed everyone in this world as well as you. It was funny because you were a mess not long ago. Agonizing, trembling waves of pain never left your chest for a moment, and you found yourself crying in every possible corner. Opposite to the current emotions howling inside of you. Heart stepped closer to the edge of a skyscraper, almost ready to jump with the non stop thrill pumping out of it. After feeling like ages now, you feel the blooming tiny happiness inside your chest. Besides being a good thing, it was also terrifying as you were broken like a glass, torn into million pieces by the love of your life. At least you thought he was the one. Luckily or not, it came out as a false alarm. He wasn’t the one, and never intent to be. Stop thinking about that imposter you wrecked idiot. There was no way that he could make you sad anymore. Not that you had someone, or thinking about filling his old place. Speaking of the devil’s name, you were not thinking about Hoseok to fill his place, but he helped you in the way he wasn’t aware. You come to your senses, remembering you were still a living, breathing human being. Pregnant or not. It wasn’t the end of the world, and you will figure out what to do. Sooner or later. You always did.

Maybe this, being all sunshine, a ball of optimism was an effect of Hoseok. Still, you were happy at the moment. Weren’t you?

‘‘Oh. You are here,’’ breathy voice came right beside you, tearing you apart from overthinking. And you made the first mistake by sizing him from head to toe. Seeing him in loose black sweatpants, green sporty jacket and darker shade of green t-shirt keeping a necklace above his chest, cost you. The damn glasses didn’t help you, as well. It tied your tongue how his façade changed with a simple outfit. He looked breathtaking indeed. Landing his beg from his shoulders, he pushed back his glasses on his nose. ‘‘I was anxious a bit that you’d left as it took more than I expected to come here,’’

A heavy breath turns into a silent hiccup, hitting you on the chest when his eyelids crinkles with an apologetic smile. This was going to be the biggest mistake you ever made - without counting your pregnancy, of course - and you didn’t pay much attention at the exact moment. It felt warm on the chest, if you had to find an excuse. ‘‘Were you? I just came here, too, so it's okay.’’ Forty minutes wasn’t that long and yes, one can say you just come here.

‘‘Great then. Shall we?’’ Hoseok gestured to the exit, waiting for you to stand beside him. Both of you ignored the growing awkwardness for as long as you can. He was going to drive you home. It was a long road, and you couldn’t just ditch him without offering him something in return.

Imitating him, you arrived in his car in the park. Shiny red car awakened your admiration. Not that you get paid poorly, or you knew much about cars, but you were smart enough to understand how expensive this car is. ‘‘Do you want me to open the heater?’’

‘‘Huh?’’ staring him like a deer in the headlight, you stopped brushing your hands to your pants. He caught you out of blue. ‘‘No, no. It’s not that cold. Just… just my cold hands, that’s all.’’ sinking deeper in the black leather seat, you gulped. Blinking unaware of how pale your face is, you blurt out a plane smile. Never thought of being a woman who likes his partners in such a power, or in great wealth, butterflies raised inside of you. As witnessing the way he grabbed the wheel like ruling a whole country caught your attraction. Was watching someone while driving count as a kink? You didn’t hope so. Fucking pregnancy hormones.

‘‘Can you write the address on the navigation?’’ he pleaded, locking his seat belt. As you mirrored him before typing your address with a shaky hand. Since when giving your address stopped becoming a threat, you didn’t care. Finishing the task he gave, you leaned back happily. Anxiety still tried to get away where you pressed it down, wanted to eat your happiness alive and offer you the biggest panic attack you ever had. Fortunately, Hoseok managed to hold you at ease, even without working for it. After ten minutes of silence - and it was long enough for you to have a drip of sweats on your forehead - he broke it with an apology. ‘‘You can take back your apology that you bid for you friend’s behavior, as mine didn’t act very differently,’’

Releasing the bottom lip free from your teeth’s torture, you turned your head. ‘‘You don’t have to apologize for Jimin. He was sweet,’’ mentioning of his name, mischievous half-moons came alive in your mind. You smiled with the memory. Which Hoseok catched it with the corner of his eye. ‘‘I almost forgot the taste of that tea my mother made for me. So he did something very good for me,’’ you bobbed your head, continuing to smile.

With the word ‘mother’, Hoseok’s memory of seeing you on the bench while crying, having a heart-to-heart talk with your mother rouse itself. Rusty weariness still visible in your façade, his heart sank into a familiar ache, remembering how desperate you looked before. Unintentionally he grabbed the wheel tighter, brows snapped together as he had no power to hold back the pain you were feeling. First time in his life, he felt useless and it bothered him so much. ‘‘Is she living far from you?’’

‘‘If you call two hours of car ride far, then yes?’’ lifting your brow up, you eyed his genuine smile. Eyes getting thinner with the weight of his cheek, milky teeth appeared.

‘‘I never thought that you’ll turn out as a lazy person,’’ as your mouth takes the shape of an ‘o’, his giggles suffuse the car. ‘‘C’mon. Beat me if I’m wrong but you are not really thinking its long, right?’’

‘‘Well, can’t a woman be lazy in peace?’’

‘‘Yep, of course.’ holding his giggle behind, he struggled as you rolled your eyes. ‘‘You are totally. Totally had every right to be lazy. Over a two hours car ride,’’ covering his palm under his lips, honeyed cackles slipped away. He was lucky you found him cute. No. No you didn’t.

‘‘Rude.’’ you crossed your arms above your chest, shifting your direction out of the car, watching the nearest things disappear in a moment. Cars, trees and buildings fading away until the vehicle slowed down a bit, and then stopped going as the red light blurted out. Knowing it will look childish to put an attitude over something this stupid, but for some reason, you also knew he wouldn’t find this abrupt. You would hold your mind busy with keeping an attitude towards Hoseok if your eyes hadn't caught two girls passing by in front of the car, eating the donut ice cream sandwiches in such a piquant way. You knew it was grilled donut, and you would sell your soul just to have one of them right now. Mouth watered with the sight, and tickling craving increased little by little. Covering every piece. If your lips have been locked together a tiny bit loosely, a drop of saliva would drip to the corner of your chin. You read a lot about pregnancy cravings, but you never had this strongly. Fingertips never itched to grab those sandwiches, tear them apart from the girl’s hand this much. Teeth nibbing the bottom lip, you clawed your palms to hold yourself back. At the verge of crying from the need you feel, shaky breath step in the nostrils. It wasn’t the place for this. Not now. Not in front of him.

Eventually, the light turned green, car moved far away from the girls. From the ice cream sandwiches. Far away from the sweet, mesmerizing taste. Fuck this shit. You were about to lose your mind, and nothing took your mind from those sinful sweets you craved so much. Bottom lip starts to tremble with the amount of sadness you gather inside, head almost whirl around and you almost give away a big whine. It was so stupid to feel, but nothing was going to change the way you feel as you know about this--

‘‘Here we are!’’ the man on the wheel turned his head to give an eye curling smile. But your reaction confused him. Trembling lip, the tip of the nose got pink. Teary eyes wide open, looking upset. He had no doubt. You were looking like a little girl, and his heart grew soft. ‘‘Is everything ok-’’

‘‘Thank you for driving me,’’ the brittle voice came out shaky. First, you think about leaving the car as fast as you can and curl in your sheets and cry as you hold tears back, hardly. But the logical side of you found this cruel. Rude also. So you add before grabbing the door handle, ‘‘Can I offer you a cup of coffee? Or whatever you want?’’

Afraid of avowing his thrill, Hoseok bobbed his head. ‘‘I don’t want to tire you-’’

‘‘Hoseok, you drive me back all the way down. This is much I can do for you, so please?’’ If his heart didn’t explode before witnessing the warming scene, it was about to. As you said his name in such a tone, adding the cutting please at the end. He was about to lose his mind. That’s all.

‘‘Okay but I have to get something. You go first, okay?’’ eyes flickered with bliss, your nod was enough for him as a response.

Choosing stairs over the elevator, you breathe out. It was tiring but counting this as an exercise wasn’t the worst thing you had done. Still too burned out from the severe need of the particular dessert, you barely hold yourself on your feet. It was a tiring day. Very, indeed. Throwing your shoes aside, panic bloomed out of sudden. The living room looked like a war scene, and the man you just invited forcefully were about to witness this mess. Standing mortifiedly, you moved swiftly. Gathering the used napkins, dirty t-shirts and socks between your arms, immediately you throw them into your bedroom. He wouldn’t enter here, would he?

Of course he wouldn’t you horny bastard!

Shaking your head, you turn back to collect the dirty bowls and cups from the table. You only be able to throw them into the sink but at least they belong to the kitchen. ‘‘The thing I get hype for,’’ you mumbled while adding coffee to the filtre on your machine. Pregnancy made your life boring. With these simple events, your heartbeats bobbed over your throat. But boring meant a simple life, and simple didn’t bother you that much. Well, you were going to give birth last than eight months later. Simple days didn’t sound that bad now. Thinking about the pain you will feel… Gosh, it was enough to send shivers to your spine. Opening the oven to boil water, you closed your eyes for a second.

Knock. Knock.

Your heart-shaped positivity wasn’t late. It was a bit weird for him to find your apartment right away, as it was his first time. But you didn’t want to bother yourself with such a lame topic, as you opened the door, greeting him with a big grin. He was a guest now. You better act responsible for once. ‘‘Welcome-’’ mouth hanging open, you falter.

‘‘To be honest, I also love ice cream donuts.’’ your real life angel takes a step inside with a box in his hand. ‘‘But I also know how intense and painful can be the pregnancy cravings.’’ exploring his dimpled smile, you stand still in awe. Knees almost gave away with the piercing glee.

‘‘How-.. how exactly you understand?’’ stuttering the words, his smile beamed bigger.

‘‘You were looking at the donuts the same way Mickey stared at my steak. Not to be rude, but it was kinda scary seeing you like that.’’ fingers covering his mouth, lovely giggle slipped once more. And, for the thousand times today, you wanted to cry, but this time it was because of the weight of an armful of happiness. Gratitude. Seeing him all giggly, standing in front of you with a box full of donuts, his thoughtfulness warmed your heart. ‘‘Oh. Did I say do something bad? You look like you were about to cry-’’

‘‘Thank you,’’ words come out in a whisper, husky by the shoulder of him covering your mouth. As you hugged him. Without thinking further. Tightly. Well, when it comes to you, acting unresponsible wasn’t new, but with the new situation made everything even worse. Now, emotions were higher, heavier, wider inside. Plus, he was literally working on breaking your senses, you thought. Even though you sensed he wasn’t a person like that. All calculated and acting sneaky to trick you into something. He was doing all these out of sympathy, and how you didn’t know particularly, but it made everything even more irresistible. Him, to be more specific.

‘‘S-sorry for…’’ after his hesitant arms letting you off, you gestured to the space between you two. The regret now shaped after your temerity, daring to do something like that whirled your stomach. It felt empty, or about to be empty.

His voice mirrored the caringness he puts out, ‘‘Hugging is not something you should be sorry for Y/N,’’ the taller’s heart fluttered inside his chest, like it had wings to do that. Childish joy filled his guts, seeing you can’t press your smile behind. It gave him a weird satisfaction. ‘‘And don’t want to pressure you or anything but are you going to let me in?’’ he tilted a brow, taunting you with the softest way possible.

‘‘Oh, shit-..I mean ‘m sorry,’’

‘‘I thought we agreed not to say sorry anymore,’’ finding you while standing, open mouthed, and not knowing what to do, he decided not to push you anymore. It was fun to him, seeing you all going wide-eyes, lips parted in confusing, and the blush covering the fair cheeks. For the sake of your nerves, he pushed back the laughter when you gestured him inside in defeat. Though, you looked so cute, for his eyes. Shyness of you, the way you tried to pick the right words to spill them, or the way you get all high color of red when you revealed your true self, unintentionally, caused his desire to know you get deeper. It was too early to feel, but seeing you sitting in front of him with a cup of tea between your palms, eying the floor amusingly anxious, bloomed something in his upper body.

‘‘Thanks for the coffee. It's delicious.’’ he gently commanded, pointing the cup in your direction to emphasize. Eyes of him fixed on your face, around your lips. A loud gulp trembling inside of your ears, you blinked. Too much.

‘‘Do I… something on my face?’’ chewing the bottom lip, tap of your nails filled background with tensed noises. When he nodded and pointed to your face, you were surprised. As you weren’t expecting the blurted question would be real.

‘‘Yep.’’ he touched his own face, ‘‘Little upper side of the lips,’’

Wiping the remains of the ice cream off of your face, you wanted to dive into between the floor and never come back. ‘‘Ahh,’’ you murmured a weak thanks, blank space between you and him getting bigger and bigger as the embarrassment filled your cup. Silence fell down on the space, the pressed worry now peeking its head out of you, while you brushed your palm over the leg. You didn’t know what you were expecting when you invited him over, as you nearly know each other, and maybe nothing in common to talk about. But the stargazer side of you hoped you would find something to talk about, and spontaneously you would come out as the funnest, lively person he met. Bet, you were someone he never met before but you did not think it was something to be happy over.

‘‘So, you have a dog,’’ What again? This is your best shot to find something to talk with him? What a brilliant mind you had over there. Well, how could you blame him if he decides to leave you right now, right here.

‘‘Ah, yeah. He is living with my family but yes, I can say that I have,’’ he points out kindly. Probably thinking what was wrong with you as you both looked and sounded dumb and the most boring- ‘‘I see you are living alone? No pet or a roommate.’’ he distracts you from the stressing thoughts that wandered around your mind, tiny uncertainty hanging on his face as he was afraid to pass the line.

‘‘I never thought about having a roommate, or a pet. Even though I like them beyond measure.’’ you continued after a pale smile occurring over your face. ‘‘Maybe in the future? Though, my mother would try to convince me not to, as I’m barely holding myself together,’’ you laughed weirdly as you confessed. He joined you with a wide smile. Mouth taking a shape of a heart, something snapped inside. You licked your lips in need. Something was playing with your air, as you hardly inhaled some. ‘‘Would you do everything your mother said?’’

‘‘Uhm… Probably, yes?’’ crinkling your brows, you gave a thought on it.

‘‘But two hours of car ride still too much?’’

‘‘Hey!’’ wide smile turned into laughter when you protested, and soon after, you joined him. It was impossible to do anything else. The tone of the laugh sounded familiar, comfortable, euphoric, and joyful. And wrongly, it made you spill, blurt out the things you kept to yourself, without even thinking much. The mood turned into a gloomy one right after you started to talk. But it didn’t disturbed you the way you thought it would.

‘‘I know… I know it’s not that long, but, as you know, this pregnancy thing is very new for me, and… and probably you guessed that, but I wasn’t expecting this. And clearly not handling it well. I just can’t confront her before I get used to this, and maybe figure it out what to do?’’ exhaling, heaviness of your chest lessened. ‘‘Unexpectedness of this is already hard and trying to handle this alone is even harder-’’

‘‘Alone?’’ Hoseok couldn’t stop himself before letting the word slip, he regrets it right after. When he cut you off, you realized you shared too much. Eying the cup of tea between your palms, as it had something inside and made you spill all of this. But, without having regrets you continued, worried chuckles jerked out by the lips. ‘‘Well, as it shows, when you aren’t the one who had a growing baby inside, it’s easier to run away.’’

‘‘Oh… I’m sorry,’’ Hoseok doesn’t know what to say in return. He is sorry indeed, but mostly angry. Unreasonable rage burning his chest, his eyes, his palms, he stays silent. His logic just can’t put two in two when it's come to think how someone can be this… this relentless. Memories of your broken face, voice, comes alive once again in his mind, now, everything makes sense. The hurt on your face, loneliness of your eyes. Now he understands why your voice always sounded so weak, so crushed. The blue never leaves your façade. It breaks Hoseok’s heart, but he is thankful as you opened your heart. He feels important. Someone you can talk to. And the elder promises not to hurt this trust you showed, innerly. He puts his anger aside, and focuses to make your face wrinkle with laughter.

And, he does it.

#heartsforbts #bangtanhq #bangtanarmynet #houseofddaeng #btsgoldnet #btswriterscollective #btswritingcafe #hyunglinenetwork #hoseok x reader #hoseok x you #hoseok fanfic #hoseok fluff #hoseok angst #jung hoseok #painkiller #dylanxmin

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Season 1; Episode 11: Formality

Hi all! Sorry I’m posting so late! I almost forgot to update today but figured I should do it now rather than on a completely different day. Just one more chapter after this then season 1 is finished. I hope you enjoy this chapter and as always constructive criticism is appreciated.

Season 1; Episode 11: Formality

Pairings: Scott McCall x Twin Sister, Lydia Martin x Best Friend

Warnings: Just a smidge of violence

Word Count: 2,463

Season 1 Masterlist

I was sitting in Scott’s room with Stiles as Scott ran around searching for his cell phone. His room was quickly turning into a mess as Stiles and I took turns calling his phone.

“Call it again.”

I rolled my eyes as Stiles answered, “It’s not here.” Scott continued to tear his room apart, “So you lost your phone. Get a new one.”

“I can’t afford a new one. And I can’t do this alone. We have to find Derek.”

“Hey! You are not alone! You have us.” I gestured between Stiles and myself.

Stiles started nodding his head agreeing, “And didn’t you tell us Derek walked right into gunfire?”

Scott shakes his head, “Argent’s plan was to use him to get the Alpha. They won’t kill him.”

“Then let them do what they’re planning. They use Derek to get Peter, problem solved.”

“But after they get Peter they’ll kill Derek and I am not alright with that.” I purse my lips as I look at Stiles.

“Plus Peter might be going after Allison to find Derek. I can’t protect her myself. Which means I need to find Derek first. So help me.”

Finally Stiles and I get up and start searching Scott’s room. “You know, you probably lost it when you two were fighting. Remember? When he was trying to kill you? When you interrupted him trying to kill Jackson? Starting to see a pattern of violent behavior here? No? Maybe it’s just me.”

Scott sighed, “He wasn’t going to kill anyone. And I’m not letting him die.”

“Could you at least think about letting him die?”

I instantly threw a pillow at the back of Stiles’ head, “Ow! What the hell (Y/N/N)?!”

“You really need to-”

“Shh, mom’s home.” Scott interrupted.

Stiles and I went quiet as Scott listened to our mom. We both keep our eyes locked on Scott, trying to read his expression. “Is she okay?” I whisper.

Scott just shakes his head. “What’s she doing now?” Stiles asks, just as quiet.

“Crying.” I immediately slump into Scott’s computer chair. Scott follows my lead and sits on his bed, his shoulders sagging.

“Scott. You can’t protect everyone.”

“But I have to.” Scott chokes out.

*_*_*_*_*_*

Lydia and I were at our lockers grabbing books for our last class. “I can’t believe you want to go to the dance by yourself. You’re hot (Y/N). There are plenty of guys at this school that would jump at the chance to take you.”

“There are plenty of guys at this school that want to get in my pants.” I reiterate.

“And? What’s wrong with having some fun? It’s not like you’re a virgin.”

I laugh and shake my head, “I love you Lyds, but I am not looking for a hookup. Nor am I ready to start dating again.”

She pursed her lips and glanced over my shoulder, “Incoming.”

I look at her then follow her eyes to lock onto Nate, heading in our direction. I roll my eyes and quickly shut my bag. Before I can slam my locker shut and walk away with Lydia, Nate reaches us.

“Hey baby. What time should I pick you up tomorrow?”

I clench my teeth and grip my locker door tight, “Never. And don’t call me baby.”

Nate sighs, “What do you mean never, (Y/N/N)? We planned this since the beginning of the school year.”

Still not looking at him, I squeezed my eyes shut and spoke, “That was before you cheated on me.”

“(Y/N) c’mon. You know that was a mistake. I miss you.”

Hearing those three words, my eyes snapped open and I finally slammed my locker shut gaining the attention of the students nearby. I turned to face him, Lydia now standing behind me.

I scoffed, “You miss me? Don’t you dare say you miss me with her spit still on your tongue.” I took a deep breath then continued, “Leave me the hell alone.”

I quickly turned around and stormed off knowing Lydia would follow.

Still in hearing range, Lydia threatens, “If you ever try to talk to her again, I will personally chop off your balls.”

Scon after she catches up and we link arms. We both exchange smiles and continue to class.

*_*_*_*_*_*

After school Lydia, Allison and I head to Macy’s to buy dresses fr the formal. We get onto the escalator, Lydia and I looking at Allison who looks like she’s worried about something.

“Okay, what’s wrong?” I finally break the silence.

She glances at me before answering, “Nothing’s wrong. I have a lot on my mind.”

“You could smile at least.” Lydia suggests, “Ever hear the saying: Never frown. Someone could be falling in love with your smile.” Allison glares but Lydia continues, “Smile, Allison. I’m buying you a dress. And you too (Y/N/N).”

I smile knowing that she’s trying to cheer me up from my encounter with Nate earlier.

Then Allison speaks, “I’ll admit, as far as apologies go that’s more than I expected. But not as much as I’m going to ask.”

Lydia knits her eyebrows together and glances at me. I shrug and she looks back at Allison, “What’s that supposed to mean?”

“It means you’re going to cancel on whatever dumb jock you said yes to and go with someone else.”

“Who?”

“Him.” Allison points to someone standing behind us. We both turn and see Stiles standing by the perfume counter. He sprays a bottle in his face and sneezes quickly putting the bottle down.

I instantly start smiling but Lydia frowns in horror. “Don’t frown, Lydia. Someone could be falling in love with your smile.”

We turn back to look at Stiles who is now waving at us. We wave back, “Go tell him the good news, Lyds. I know you might not like him now but Stiles is amazing so you better treat him good.”

“I’m so happy that you think that. Why don’t you ask him?”

I laugh, “You know why. Now go.” I gently push her in Stiles’ direction then turn to the dresses in front of Allison and myself.

Lydia places a dress on a stack held in Stiles’ arms, “You’re going to try all of these on? Is this a 24 hour Macy’s?”

Lydia ignores him then glance at me. I hold out a black dress and she quickly makes her way to me, takes the dress out of my hands then puts it back, “What was that for?”

“Can you try to get a different color?”

I pause acting like I’m thinking about my answer, “No.”

“Please, (Y/N/N)? Just try this navy dress,” She pulls out a navy halter dress and puts it in my arms. She then drags me to another section, Stiles trailing behind, “Or maybe this army green one.”

She hands me another dress and continues to another section, “Maroon looks great on you! And maybe this purple dress.”

I roll my eyes, “I’ll try them on for you but I’m getting a black dress.”

I then pull out a few black dress and add them to the growing pile in my arms. Lydia and I make our way to the dressing rooms with Stiles once again trailing behind us.

We walk into the handicap dressing room, and let Stiles put his pile down. Once he’s out of the room and waiting for us Lydia and I get undressed and try on the dresses in our piles.

Some people may find it weird that Lydia and I share a dressing room, but this is something we have done since we were little. I guess old habit die hard.

About 40 minutes later Allison, Lydia and I all found our dresses. We paid and went our separate ways.

*_*_*_*_*_*

I sat in front of my vanity applying makeup. My dress is on and my hair straightened. I can hear my mom and Scott talking in the room next to me but I can’t make out the words.

Once I finish applying my lipstick, I reach for my heels. I slide them on and stand up, grabbing my purse and walking through the bathroom, into Scott’s room.

The two look up as I enter, “So, how do I look?”

“Beautiful,” Scott says at the same time mom says, “All grown up.”

I playfully roll my eyes at her, “Thanks guys.”

I gently tug at the black, knee length dress adjusting the way it was hugging my body. “Are you almost ready?”

“Yeah, let’s go.”

“Hold on! I want pictures,” She runs out of the room to grab her phone. Scott and I meet her in the hall and pose for a few picture before we head out the door and to the dance.

*_*_*_*_*_*

I park Lydia’s car, who graciously let me borrow it for the dance, and turned to Scott, “Do you know how you’re sneaking inside?”

He hesitantly nods, “Yeah, don’t worry about me. Just enjoy yourself.”

I nod then we both get out and part ways. I head towards the entrance and Scott goes around back.

Once inside I make my way to the punch bowl, grabbing a glass then turn to find Lydia, Allison, and Stiles. As I make my way through the crowd I accidentally bump into Nate.

“You look amazing (Y/N).” Nate breathes out.

“Obviously. Bye.” Before he can say anything else I walk away.

I quickly find Lydia and Stiles who are sitting at a table. They both look miserable and I cringe wishing that Lydia would just try to have a good time.

The minute I sit down Lydia starts talking to me. Stiles is looking out at the crowd when something catches his eye. He quickly stands up and holds out a hand for Lydia, “You want to dance?”

“Pass.” I gently push her shoulder and she glares at me.

“You sure?”

“Quite.”

“Let me try this again.” I don’t hear the rest of Stiles’ sentence because one of my classmate walks up to me, “Hey (Y/N), would you like to dance?”

I smile, “Sure thing.” I grab his extended hand and we make our way to the crowded dance floor.

After a few minutes of dancing the music stops as everyone turns towards Coach who just yelled, “McCall, what the hell do you think you’re doing?”

Scott was spotted. He and Danny had their arms wrapped around each other, dancing within the crowd of high schoolers. I bit back a smile, proud of my brother’s quick thinking.

Coach said some things to Scott then nervously turned to the rest of us, “I was... I mean, I wasn’t... I’m not... You guys don’t think I’m...” I slowly cross my arms, enjoying Coach’s discomfort.

The last thing Coach does is yell, “What the hell are you looking at Greenberg?” Then he quickly walks away, embarrassed about what just happened.

The music turns back up and I continue dancing with my group of friends.

Carefully making sure I am as far away from Nate as possible.

Soon after I pull away from the group, needing a break from all the dancing.

“Hey Stiles, where did Lyd go?”

“To find Jackson.”

I frowned, “I’m sorry.”

Stiles shakes his head, “No don’t worry. I get it. It’s the same reason you decided to show up stag.”

I nodded my head agreeing. We both sat in comfortable silence for a minute before he stood up, “Let’s go try and find Jackson and Lydia.”

I nod and follow him out of the gym. We bump into Jackson almost instantly, “Where the hell have you been? Did Lydia find you?” Stiles asks, grabbing Jackson’s arm.

Jackson just shakes his head, dazed.

“What’s wrong, Jackson?” I ask, bringing his attention to me.

“I was out behind the school. I was...”

Stiles, now alarmed, quickly questions the blue eyed lacrosse star, “What happened? What did you do?”

*_*_*_*_*_*

After Jackson told us what happened Stiles and I looked at each other then quickly ran out the doors, searching for Lydia.

I was slightly behind Stiles, stupid heels, when I heard him scream, “LYDIA!”

In the distance I see her standing in the middle of the lacrosse field. She whips her head around at the sound of Stiles’ voice. “RUN, LYDIA!” Stiles and I scream together.

But before she has the chance Peter bites her. She lets out an ear piercing scream and falls to the ground. Stiles and I finally make it to her and Peter, falling beside her limp body.

I have tears in my eyes as I quickly check her pulse. I reach for my phone but remember I don’t have it, stupid dress with no pockets!

Before I can tell Stiles to call an ambulance Peter roughly pulls my arm, making me stand next to him. He wraps one arm across my chest, my back pressed against him. “Stop, don’t kill her. Don’t kill either of them.” Stiles pleads.

“Of course. Just tell me how to find Derek.”

“How the hell are we supposed to do that?” I snap.

Peter tuts, “Now, now darling. You shouldn’t be using that tone with me when you’re in this position.”

“Screw you.”

Before Peter could reply Stiles speaks up from his spot beside Lydia, “I don’t know where he is. How am I supposed to know?”

“Because you’re the smart one, aren’t you? And because I can smell it on you. Deception has a particularly acrid scent, Stiles. So how about you tell me the truth before I rip her apart.”

“You don’t scare me Peter. So stop trying.” I say through clenched teeth.

“Funny you say that. Because I can smell fear too, and you are right, you’re not afraid.” I’m slightly surprised when he says this, I know I’m a good liar but I didn’t realize I would be able to blatantly lie to an Alpha werewolf.

Peter continues, “Which means you’ll make a great beta. I should have chosen you (Y/N). Too bad you weren’t in the woods that night.”

Peter lightly pushes my hair away from my neck, he moves so his hand is now around my throat. “So Stiles, I’ll turn (Y/N) and kill the redhead if you don’t help me.”

Stiles panics and looks quickly between Lydia and myself. He finally meets Peter’s eye and says, “Okay, okay! I think... I think he knew.”

“Knew what?”

“Derek, knew he was going to get caught by the Argent’s. When they got shot, him and Scott, I think he took Scott’s phone.”

“Why?”

“They all have GPS now. If Derek still has it. If it’s still on.. I can find him.”

#teen wolf imagine #series rewrite #sister mccall imagine #lydia martin imagine

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Can’t Help Falling in Love with You: Werewolf!Shawn x Black Reader: In My Blood Universe

a/n: hiya. This is a companion piece to In My Blood which you can read HERE if you haven’t yet. I really loved those characters and Shawn was MADE to write werewolf AUs for, and MADE for to write fall AUs for. I wrote this one day when I was really sad that I couldn’t go the apple orchard this year. She (the story) makes me feel warm and soft. I hope you like. K bye.

*Shawn’s point of view*

Fall is her favorite season. Which means that fall quickly becomes his favorite season. And not out of blind allegiance to his mate either, but because she became actually the cutest human being in the world more than usual in the fall. It was the cozy sweaters, the leggings that were so soft and melded to the curve of her thighs with ease, the scarves that she made with her own two hands. How was he not meant to fall even deeper in love with her in the fall? It was ridiculous.

He’s sitting on the living room couch with Brian and Zeubin discussing parameter checks for the week when she plops down on one of the chairs and lets loose a dramatic sigh for the whole room to hear. He pauses and stares at her, a grin forming on his lips, but ultimately keeps speaking. When y/n doesn’t get the attention of her mate immediately she decides to plop more aggressively against her chair and sigh louder. You know, like an adult?

“Darling, is something bothering you?” He asked, pausing his conversation.

She peered over at him with what he liked to call her bambi eyes. They were as effective as they were ridiculous.

“Me? Oh nothing.” She hummed.

“You sure?”

“Oh I’m sure!”

The problem with the fact that she was lying was that once he thought about the fact that she clearly wanted something, he couldn’t really think of anything else. It was the problem with being mated to someone. He was designed to serve her. It was his moral compass of sorts. Making sure that she was happy and taken care of and satisfied. So, despite the fact that he had actual shit to do, it would all have to wait. The love of his life needed something after all.

“We’ll finish this later.” He muttered already getting up to head over to her.

“Annnnnd conversation over.” Brian chuckled.

She was in his Harvard sweatshirt and a pair of shorts so when his fingers tugged at her legs to make room for him to squish into the small space, he can marvel a little at the feel of her thighs. It helps that she immediately falls into him, throwing her legs over his lap, and her arms around his neck.

“Baby,” He cooed softly into her ear. “why don’t you just tell me what’s wrong? Maybe I can fix it.”

“Apples.” She mumbled.

“I’m sorry?”

“I want apples.”

Needless to say he was a little confused.

“Oh...well I think we might have one in the kitchen, love? Is that all you were upset about?”

She rolled her eyes and cupped his cheeks in her hands. She was really beautiful. And a little scary. HIs favorite combination of hers.

“I don’t want those sad ass apples, Shawn. I want them straight from the tree. I wanna go to an apple orchard! But your sad ass town doesn’t have one of them. I already looked.” She whined.

“Awww. Babe, I’m sorry. You’d know I move us closer to one if I could.”

He rubbed gently at her back beneath her--his--sweatshirt as he worked to console his mate.

Her eyes widened. “Wait can we do that?”

“Do what?”

“Move!”

He chuckled softly. “Not quite, sweetheart. It’s kinda hard to protect the town, if I don’t live in it.”

She sighed and nestled her head against his shoulder, her fingers hidden in the sleeves of his sweater. The frustration and sadness on her was difficult for him to swallow. He hated seeing her so down, and he hated more than anything that he couldn’t do anything about it. It might be as simple as an apple, but his heart didn’t know that. All his heart knew was that she was sad, and that everything in him wanted that not to be the case. And so he would fix it. Because her heart desired it.

***

*Y/n’s point of view*

You loved the house in the fall. Shawn’s land was all hidden, a forest of greenery and trees, so when they all began to turn it was the most beautiful array of colors that one had ever seen. On the weekends, you loved nothing more than curling up in the living room with all the windows and knitting while Shawn played guitar. Your home, though only a few miles away from the pack house felt sacred, felt like your own space, and Shawn did everything to keep it that way. All pack and general wolfy business was there. When he came home, he was yours and no one else's. The way you liked it.

He’d gotten out of bed that morning far too early for you. One moment he was wrapped around you, arms warm and solid and firm. The next moment the bastard was letting you go. Rude.

“No.” You whined rolling over to snuggled deeper into his chest. “Mine.”

He chuckled softly. “Your’s, aye? I’m no longer a person?”

“You can be a person all you want.” You mumbled, eyes still closed. “Just as long as you stay in bed while you do it.”

You felt his lips begin to press along your hairline where your skin and bonnet met. He dipped down to your neck and nibbled slightly at the skin. Just enough to piss you off.

“I need to go to the main house to check on things, love. I’ll be back. You know that.” He whispered.

You opened your eyes finally to see him looking at you. Gentle and smirking and sexy as all hell. It was ridiculous.

“I want you here.” You argued. “In bed. With me. Holding me. Don’t I deserve that?”

He nodded. “You do. You deserve the world. Which is why as soon as I’m done checking to make sure everything is okay, I’m going to come back here and make you breakfast.”

You rolled your eyes. “Shawn your breakfast sandwiches are not going to stop me from being annoyed this time.”

“No?” He asked softly. “Not even if I took you on an adventure afterwards?”

You raised an eyebrow.

“An adventure?”

“An adventure. But...you know, if you’ll still be angry with me, I could always call and cancel. Let me just--”

He went to grab his phone off the nightstand and you immediately tackled him back down into the bed. Shawn’s alpha-ness had nothing on the power of you being his mate. He fell to you immediately. And then of course quickly rolled you over to show who was still in power. At least in his mind.

“Okay, okay! Go be an alpha or whatever. And then come back. Do you understand me?”

“Yes, ma’am.” He grinned. “I love it when you get all dominant on me. Now get that ass over here and kiss me good morning.”

Mmmm. Love.

So, while Shawn was off doing his job, you took the liberty to slide into one of his sweaters and went about making breakfast yourself. Just because home boy worked at a coffee shop didn’t mean you couldn’t throw down too. By the time Shawn came back you were pulling bacon out of the oven and toasting your english muffins for some eggs benedict. When his arms wrapped around you, it felt like home. Like you never wanted to be anywhere else. And that was how you knew he was everything.

“Did you miss me?” He hummed moving your curls out of the way to best kiss your cheek.

You shrugged. “Little bit.”

“Little bit, aye? I missed you a lot-a-bit.”

“Yea?”

“Mhm.”

“Well then I guess I missed you too maybe.” You smiled.

“Yea, alright. Come here already.”

He kissed you silly against the kitchen counter until your english muffins burned and you had to remake them. It was worth it.

If fall was your favorite season then your favorite part of fall was the shift in Shawns’ wardrobe. Nothing made you more soft and happy than that man in a big ole sweater and tight skinny jeans. He was the epitome of warmth and softness and it just gave you everything that you needed. Despite him running 102 degrees on a cold day, he continued to implement the sweaters into his wardrobe for your own benefit, and that ladies and gentlemen is why you loved him so much.

“What are you smiling at so hard over there?” He chuckled, sliding his watch onto his wrist.

There was nothing you could do or say but to run up to him and hide your face in his sweater. When his arms wrapped around you, it was all comfort. You wondered endlessly where this man had been your entire life. It was so rude to only discover him now.

“I love you so much.” He whispered, pressing a kiss to your head.

You smiled up at him, head tucked beneath his chin.

“Me too. So much.”

A ride in Shawn’s jeep was always a good way to spend the day. The rain today was more of a mist than a downpour which meant it surrounded the car on all sides cozily as he sped through the streets. You quickly passed through all of the houses and stores in town before heading out of the limits and towards the city. You peered out the window in interest, with zero idea where your mate might be taking you. Things got more confusing when instead of heading for the exit that would take you to the city, Shawn kept going farther and farther away from anything that might look like an adventure. Needless to say you were a bit confused.

“Babe, where are you taking me?” You asked peering around as the trees turned to fields of corn and grass.

“It’s a surprise, honey. Be patient.”

Patience. Not in a Black woman’s DNA.

Another thirty minutes go by. And then another fifteen. At this point your knee is bouncing in anticipation. The rain had stopped, leaving behind soft, muted grey clouds. You were just about to ask your boyfriend again where exactly the hell you were going, when finally a glimpse of life appeared. A sign. But not just any sign. A sign with a big ass apple on it.

You reach out involuntarily and grabbed his arm with all your might and shook.

“No you fucking didn’t!”

He laughed. “Surprise, sweetheart.”

“H--How! How did you find it?”

“Just took a little digging. You’re right that there’s not one in town, and there’s not on in the city. But two cities over we have: Peggy’s Orchard. You happy?”

“Yes! Yes! This is the best thing anyone has ever done for me! Let’s go!”

Without the rain around you’re free to pick your apples in peace. You take time to pull them from the trees and eat and share with Shawn. He holds your hand and picks the apples from the top of the tree when you need him to, which is often because the best apples are always at the top of the tree. Children run around with their parents, playing games between the trees. It smells like fall and feels like fall. It’s everything you wanted and more. Cause he’s there. Which makes it infinite.

“I love seeing you happy.” He admitted quietly as you tucked another full bag of apples into the back of his jeep.

“Huh?”

You turned around only to find him standing right in front of you. He moved closer still, using his hips to press yours intimately against the back of the jeep. His hands joined your hips and you practically melted into him.

“You’re just so beautiful to me when you’re happy. I mean you’re beautiful to me always but...I just wanna make you happy for the rest of forever okay?”

You smiled and tucked your face into the warmth of his neck.

“I love you so much.” You mumbled taking a second to still yourself against him. “Ew. We’re so incredibly sappy.”

He reached to skim his fingers along the back of your neck. They were so warm that you shivered.

“It’s okay to be sappy every now and again, I think. As long as I’m with you.”

After apple picking, he takes you to this amazing little village that’s set up with different activities for kids and adults alike. There are caramel apples galore and apple cider and caramel popcorn. It’s everything you loved about fall and the person you loved most. He wrapped his arm around you as you walked and took pictures in the hay with you. It was clear that this day mattered a lot you, and knowing that Shawn cared enough to put the effort in meant a lot.

“Can we get the biggest pumpkin we can find?” You asked as you came across the pumpkin patch. “I’ve never been with someone with werewolf strength who could carry it to the car.”

Shawn laughed wide and bright and perfect. Ugh.

“‘Course we can, sweetheart. Whatever you want.”

It’s a cumbersome process. The perfect pumpkin doesn’t just reveal itself easily. You have to search for it. You have to rub your fingers across the curves of the pumpkin. You have to become one with the pumpkin. The wild part is that he’s right there beside you the entire time. He knocks against the side of the pumpkins listening for the hollowness that you described to him. He rolled them over in search of that weird green stuff that sometimes appeared. He was in it with you, and he didn’t rush you or get annoyed or angry. You were having fun and so was he. And it felt like one of the most special days you’d ever had. Just you and him.

When you find the pumpkin, it’s so beautiful you could cry. It’s so big you couldn’t lift it if you used every muscle in your body. It was tall and round with a nice long stem on the end. Shawn picked it up with ease and brought it back to the car with promises of carving it together. He was again maybe the most perfect thing in the world.

“What do you say we go get some cider and sit by the bonfire before we head home?” He murmured when the pumpkin was put away. “I don't want this day to end yet.”

You smiled so hard you could feel the stretch in your cheeks.

“Yes. Absolutely.”

The bonfire at the center of the village seemed to be the beacon for couples and families. As night overtook the tiny town seemingly in the middle of nowhere, a chill set it. Shawn had wrapped a blanket from his truck around your shoulders and doubled up with his own arm. You got to lean your head against his shoulder and drink apple cider while staring at the fiery embers. It felt like home. You never knew that you could crave someone’s physical proximity so much. That you could just enjoy the essence of another being in the way that Shawn’s seemed to bring endless comfort to you. Part of it was that you were mates, sure, but you had a feeling that without it you still would have been drawn to him. He was like the sun. Just endlessly warm and kind and giving. You seemed to take up his entire line of vision, as if you were all that mattered even if you were far from it. You wondered if he knew that he was all that you saw too.

“Hey.” You murmured head nuzzling deeper into his neck.

You pressed a kiss there and love the way you could feel his body react.

“I love you.”

His arm tightened around you tugging you closer until there wasn’t an ounce of space between you. He pressed a kiss to your forehead and placed his hand on your knee.

“I love you too, pup.”

You squirmed slightly in his hold. “I hate when you call me pup.”

“How come? I like it so much. You are my little pup.” He chuckled before sobering up. “You’re my mate, you know? My everything.”

You tilted your head up and he was already there staring at you with his eyes all big and warm and brown. It’s too much and he knows it, but you’ve always been helpless to stop him.

“Fine. Pup it is then.”

You turned to look back into the fire, the smoke and the heat swaddling you like a perfect cocoon. Shawn’s arms never left you.

“Hey. I--I have something for you.”

You pulled the blanket a little tighter around your shoulders and looked on as he stuffed his hand in his pocket.

“Shawn, I really think you’ve given me more than enough today. Seriously, today’s been perfect.” You assured him.

His oversized hand settled onto your knee, fingers curled loosely in a fist as he smiled.

“I know. Today has been perfect. But, that doesn’t mean I couldn’t make it a little better, right?”

“And just how could you possibly make this day any better?”

He unfurled his hand and stared down at your knee.

“What are you--”

You may have gasped and jumped back from him a bit. It probably wasn’t exactly the response he was looking for, but how else is one meant to respond to such a thing?

“It’s my mom’s.” He breathed softly holding the ring closer to you so that the light of the fire would make the diamonds light up. “My dad gave it to her. She uh she wanted me to have it once she found out we were mates. She wanted you to have it. I wanted you to have it.”

You bit your lip and sniffled as your eyes began to dampen.

“Is it...What’s it for?”

He smiled up you, his own eyes wet as well.

“Well it’s for you. If you want. And I--I would be for you, forever, if you want.” He mumbled before chuckling nervously. “We’d be married, basically. I’m asking you to marry me. I’m just doing a shitty job of it.”

“Yes.”

His eyes widened and he turned to you.

“Yea?”

“Yea! Are you kidding me? YES!”

You leapt into his arms and he caught you just as you were pressing your lips to his. You could taste the salt of tears and you couldn’t tell if they were yours or his, you just knew that it was the happiest you’d ever felt in your whole life. The people around you, having caught on to the tiny proposal, clapped and cheered, but even that was hard to recognize when the greatest person you’d ever known asked you to be his forever and ever. In the realm of mates, it meant so little, but in the realm of human beings it meant a lot. It was another example of Shawn meeting you where you were at, of making life as easy as humanly possible for you. It was more than you could ever ask for.

“I love you.” He mumbled still pressing his lips over and over again to your cheeks. “Can I take you home now?”

“Yes. Let’s go home.” You smiled.

And just like that you walked hand in hand towards the car, bonfire long forgotten. He only let go of your hand for the time that it took him to walk to his side of the car and get in. But then your fingers quickly intertwined again, the smooth metal of the ring touching his skin. You held hands the whole way home, the night caressing you on all sides except for the brightness of the moon. You had never felt more at home, more safe, more loved.

The end.

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queen-of-the-merry-men · 6 years

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Around the Block (Glass Believer Fic)

A/N: So @findingtallahassee has written me a lot of prompts in the past and I wanted to write something for one of her OTPs. So here’s a short Glass Believer Hyperion Heights AU I thought of awhile ago where Henry is Jacinda’s Swift driver and she needs him to drive her around the block to calm her newborn. @trueloveismagic might be interested too.

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It was getting late when Henry dropped off his latest Swift customer. As he watched the tipsy couple stumble out of his backseat he silently debated whether or not he should call it a night. It was 3am and the late-night crowd was waning but so was his bank account the last time he checked. Pulling, away from the curb he decided that it was time to head home. He’d clock in early tomorrow to make up his losses but for tonight he was done.

He barely driven a block when he got another ping on his Swift app. Groaning, he reluctantly took a look.

A new fare, less than two blocks away and he was the only one in a 10-minute radius. Twisting his lips indecisively, he wondered if it would be worth it to cart another drunk frat boy back to his apartment for the night. After a moment of hesitation he decided to accept. Rent was due soon, anyway.

He drove to address praying to god that whoever got in his backseat wasn’t the chatty type. It was far too late to pretend as if he was interested in anything other sleep this night.

His eyes widened when he pulled up to the curb and saw a woman dressed in blue plaid pajamas waiting on the street. Her lopsided ponytail swung back and forth as she jostled the car seat under her arm, attempting to stifle the long winded yawn he saw fly from her mouth. Before he even rolled down the window he could hear the unmistakable cry of an infant reach his ears.

“My name’s Henry,” he said, uncertainly. “I’m your Swift driver.”

“Oh thank god,” she sighed, reaching for the door handle.

Henry watched, his eyebrows knit together curiously, as she shoved the car seat with her wailing baby in the back before climbing in the front seat and letting out a tired breath.

“So... where are you headed?” he asked, raising his voice over the sound of her baby.

She shrugged. “Nowhere in particular.”

“Excuse me?”

The woman vaguely, gestured toward the road. “Just... drive around the block a few times, please.”

A confused chuckle fell from the back of Henry’s throat, as he shook his head at her. “Yeah... that’s not how this works.”

The mother bowed her head, letting out a tired moan before turning to him with desperate brown eyes. “Listen Henry... do you see that precious ball of joy back there?”

He nodded.

“That is my two-month old daughter, Lucy,” she explained. “I named her that because she is the light of my life... but that screeching sound that she’s making right now? Well, it was the first thing I heard when she was born and the only thing I’ve heard since. I have been up since 6am yesterday, trying to get her to stop and failing miserably.”

“Okay...”

“The only two breaks I’ve gotten,” she said, talking over him, “were on the cab ride home from the hospital and on the hour-long trip to visit my step sister. Apparently the only thing that soothes is the steady rumbling of a car engine so I... am... begging... you... please just take me around the block. Because I am about to lose my mind.”

Henry stared at her. On closer look he noticed the dark circles under her eyes and the spit up on her shoulder, both of them actually. All that combined with the wavering desperation in her voice as she begged him to drive her around the block painted a very visceral picture.

“Okay,” he acquiesced. “I will take around the block a few times. We’ll see how it goes.”

She shut her eyes gratefully. “Thank you. I will give you the best tip of your life, I promise.”

He doubted it, but as he pulled away from the curb with a crying infant and an exhausted mother as his passengers he couldn’t help but feel as though he’d been right to take the fare.

To her credit, the woman was right. They’d barely gone around the block once before Lucy began to settle. By their third time around, she’d gone completely silent and he was sure that she was sound asleep. He gave her two more laps to be sure, and pulled up to their building on the fifth, keeping an eye on her through the rear view mirror.

“Well, I’ll admit that worked better than I expected,” he said, cheerfully putting the car in park. “Think she’ll stay asleep for long?”

Realizing that he was getting only snores in response, his eyes whipped toward his passenger seat, where he saw Lucy’s mother out cold with her head against the window.

“Oh..no, no,” he said, gently shaking her shoulder. “Hey, wake up.”

Double checking her reservation, he starting calling out to her by name. “Jacinda... Jacinda it’s time to wake up.”

For all his efforts, Jacinda remained dead to the world and Henry dropped his head to the steering wheel and groaned. God, this was the night that would never end.

As if things couldn’t get any worse, the cackling beginnings of a cry began to rise from the back seat. Lifting his head from the steering wheel he looked back, worried, as Lucy started to cry again. Jacinda stirred in the front seat and though he knew it was probably the quickest way to get her out of his car, a part of Henry hesitated to let Jacinda wake up to a crying baby.

“Damn it,” he muttered under his breath.

Rolling, his eyes he climbed into the backseat, placing a hand on Lucy’s stomach as she started to squirm. “Hey don’t cry,” he pleaded, in his calmest voice.

Lucy’s face turned red, as she outright ignored him and started to wail once again.

Henry grit his teeth, unsure of what to do next. He wondered if he should take her out of the car seat. Jacinda probably wouldn’t be too fond of that idea.

Lucy let out another wail and Henry reached for her seat belt buckle. Screw it. Maybe he was just tired but if her mother had the audacity to slip into a coma in his front seat, he should be able to comfort the baby anyway he saw fit.

Cradling her in arms, he tried to bounce Lucy to calm her down. It was ineffective. She squirmed and cried in his arms as he tried to remember what his mother had done when he was a baby. She said he used to read to him and tell him stories. Unfortunately, there was only one that he could think of at the moment.

“Okay Lucy,” he muttered. “The publishers didn’t like this one but maybe you will.”

He started telling her the warped fairy tale he’d been working on the past few years. One filled with redemption and curses, old feuds and two battling mothers. He whispered to her stories of a cursed town filled with miserable characters who had no idea who they were and the young boy who worked to save them. It was a long, twisted, confusing tale (according to the publishers) but Lucy seemed to enjoy it. Listening to him speak, her cries softened and eventually went silent. Her eyes didn’t shut but instead remained focused on him. He’d never had such an attentive audience.

Telling stories to her he didn’t even notice how much time slipped by.

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Sleep and rest. Jacinda had long forgotten what they felt like. Every since her daughter was born it’d been a 20 minute nap there and 10 minute break here. She hadn’t truly rested in weeks.

Perhaps that’s why she slept so soundly in Henry’s car. If she’d known it would be the last proper sleep she’d get for the next few weeks, maybe she would’ve felt less guilty but as it was she’d count falling asleep in her Swift driver’s car and leaving her baby to the whims of a stranger as one of her lowest parenting moments.

When she woke up, the first thing she noticed was how rested she’d felt. Her bones no longer ached and her head no longer felt heavy with sleep deprivation. For the first time in weeks her mind was clear was as the sky. That’s probably how the panic moved in so quickly.

Squinting, against the glare from the windshield, she noticed that the sun had started to rise and illuminate the street.

Wait... the street?

She abruptly sat forward in her seat and was jerked back by the seat belt across her chest. What hell? Her head whipped around, as she took in her surroundings. Was she in somebody’s... car?

“Don’t panic.”

She whipped her eyes to the back seat where she saw Henry sitting with her daughter in his arms.

“You’re safe,” he said.

One look at him, and everything came back. He was the Swift driver she’d ordered.

“What the hell are you doing?” she hissed, frightened. “Why do you have my baby?”

“Because I figured leaving her alone in the car would be reckless endangerment,” he deadpanned. “You fell asleep.”

“I realize that,” she said, embarrassment rising in her cheeks as she glared at him. “Why didn’t you wake me?”

“I tried,” he laughed. “After the first ten minutes I thought you were legally dead. You were out cold.”

“Oh my god,” she whispered, shutting her eyes and running her hand over her head. Did she really just fall asleep in a stranger’s car with her infant daughter? “Lucy...”

“Is fine,” said Henry. “We’ve really gotten to know each other these past two hours.”

Two hours? “Oh my god!” She jerked away her seatbelt and rushed out of the car. Opening the door to the backseat she held out her arms for her daughter. “Give her to me!”

Henry immediately passed over the baby, and Jacinda sobbed with relief, pulling her close. “Oh my god, baby I am so sorry.”

She looked her over, relieved that her daughter seemed no worse for wear. In fact, she seemed calmer than ever. Not a hint of tears in her eyes.

Henry climbed out of the backseat, pulling Lucy’s car seat with him. He looked her up and down. “I take it you don’t have much help.”

She looked at him, confused. “What?”

“No offense... but you slept like someone who’s doing it all on their own.”

She hesitated, before reluctantly nodding. “It’s just me. I have a roommate who helps as much as she can but she’s visiting her mom this week.”

Henry nodded understandingly, passing her the car seat. “Sounds rough.”

She kept herself from agreeing. She made a promise to herself when Lucy was born to never speak of her as if she was burden. Growing up that was all she’d heard from her stepmother and she didn’t want her daughter to feel the way she had. Instead she just nodded.

“It’s worth it,” she said, looking down at her daughter. “Every minute.”

“I bet,” he mumbled, dropping his gaze. “Listen if you ever need another ride around the block, call me.” He passed her a drab business card. “Hyperion Heights is kind of my territory.”

She let out a small awkward laugh as she took it from him. Henry Mills, FICTION WRITER.

“Fiction writer?” she noticed. “Anything I would know about?”

Henry shrugged his shoulders, opening the door to the driver’s seat. “Ask Lucy. She’s heard all my stories.”

They said goodbye with a nod and a small wave, Henry watching the two of them through his rearview mirror as he drove away, the picture of them sticking in his mind all the way home. After a quick shower, he’d collapse in bed wondering in she’d ever call him again.

When he woke up he’d check his Swift App to find the best tip of his life and a five star rating.

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tigresjumeaux-fr · 6 years

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two if by sea

Just a little something I wrote for my wonderful friend Ghost (@wxnderingstxrs-fr) of our boys, because he keeps having people not write him things when they say they will and it makes me sad because he writes the best stuff. So. Helios and Eleven belong to me, Helios’s boyfriend(s) Tza and Forge belong to him. <3

He wasn’t born for the Sea. Nor was his breed—nowhere in his heritage was there any trace of the Tidelord’s blood, any call to the waves. Not in his Wildclaw father or his Pearlcatcher mother, hailing from the Plague flight and the Wind flight…

And yet, there he sat, his whiskered face to the breeze and his magenta eyes closed serenely. Helios curled his claws into the sand, beaten smooth by the tide. He wasn’t entirely sure how much time had passed—minutes, hours? The sun was behind him; he couldn’t track its progression across the sky, but it had not yet stretched into afternoon. Minutes, then. With a small sigh, he settled down into the sand against his better judgement. It was always a pain in the tail to shake all of it out of his apparel later on (though if he was lucky, apparel would…not be a concern this evening), but it was soft. Welcoming against his scales as he basked in the streaming sunlight.

Tza had gone for a walk on the isle with Eleven, who was all-too excited to show off the improvement of her magic. His adopted daughter had taken a liking to the Coliseum in the wake of the tragedy a few months back, using it to channel her fury until she found herself taking a true liking for combat. While sending her off with Petra for extended periods of time deeply unsettled him, she was always thrilled upon return. Helios had a sneaking suspicion she would end up coercing her father into showing her different applications and techniques. It was likely they wouldn’t return until the sun began its descent toward the horizon, but the Pearlcatcher was content—Eleven was happy, Tza was happy. Camano would be too, if she made it home from the Marketplace before Tza returned home. He was content to wait to spend time with the tiny Skydancer if he knew his daughters were happy.

Just as he laid his head down, intending to shut his eyes and doze off for a bit, a shadow passed over the sun, tinting the insides of his eyelids with a brief flicker of black against the red. The Guard wasn’t active on this side of the territory today, that he knew—no one was supposed to be, anyway. He quietly praised the deities that the shape had been far too large to be Petra, and he hadn’t heard any clumsy flapping. Curious, the Pearlcatcher opened his eyes, just as something large landed with a rustle of feathers in the sand behind him.

Helios whirled around, on his paws in an instant, ears pricked and a warning snarl already curling his lips. Even if there was no threat, whoever this asshole was had disturbed what was looking to be a perfectly good nap—

“Oh.” Helios flattened his ears a bit, straightening up out of his crouch. He blinked bemusedly at the Wildclaw that stood just a few meters away, his single eye wary as he brushed the sand away from his forearms. “Forge. Hey.”

The metalsmith only nodded in response, squinting up at the sun before surveying the horizon. “’S hotter here than I thought it’d be,” he mumbled. “I dunno how you wear all that withou’ melting.”

“Well hell, you want me to take it off?” Helios scoffed at him, sinking back onto his haunches. He hadn’t seen Forge since he left from his extended stay in the Ends with Tza’s clan, helping his mate recover and the clan rebuild itself. He and Tza had visited one another periodically, of course, but the metalsmith seemed to always make himself scarce. Perhaps out of respect. “Hello to you, too. Welcome to the Sea, where it’s hotter than the Ends. Like everywhere else in Sornieth.”

The Wildclaw smiled wryly, and Helios was happy to see that whatever weird little seeds of friendship that had been sown still grew. “Aye, you know what I meant.” He shook himself out a bit, his massive wings ruffling. “Jus’ trying to make conversation.”

Helios shook his head, turning back to face the ocean. He thumped his tail against the space next to him pointedly, an invitation for the other dragon to sit. “How about ya tell me what you’re doing here? Not that I’m not ecstatic to see you, of course.” He widened his eyes and held up a paw, mocking cautiousness.

Forge looked mildly surprised at the question, looking at Helios quizzically as he sprawled out and made himself comfortable. “Tza didn’t tell you? He was s’posed to let you know I was coming t’visit Eleven when I finished up with a set of shelves for Keeper’s supplies…and t’help him fly home and all.” His brows knit in worry. “Save you a trip, aye.”

“Oh.” Helios shrugged, then pointed his head back to face the ocean. “He took off with Eleven a little while ago, only the Tidelord knows what they’re up to. Hooligans.” The Pearlcatcher smiled fondly at the mental image of the pair of Skydancers frolicking together, squawking and chittering like the bizarre little birds they were.

“If you want to go look for them? I can take you. I figured I wouldn’t intrude, she sees me all the time.”

“Nah. The starling needs the time with his daughter. It’ll do ‘im well, I’ll catch up with her later,” Forge replied. He swung his head back to look at Helios. “If that’s, ah…all right with you, I’m content to just. Lay here.”

“You could do that,” Helios mused. “Or, if you wanted, you could try taking a swim. That was Tza’s brilliant idea when he came to the Sea for the first time, it went extremely well.”

Forge coughed out a rough-sounding laugh, and Helios joined in with a quiet snicker. “Yes, swimming with two iron legs. Rust and weight to pull me under. Only thing that’d go better would be throwing a twiggy Skydancer into the water.”

The laughter hung in the air between them for a moment before silence descended. Helios hadn’t realized both of Forge’s legs were prosthetic, and he almost wanted to ask how the Wildclaw lost them. Almost. He knew damn well that was against his better judgement. Can always ask Tza later, I guess.

Had the pair not laid together in mutual silence before, Helios would’ve been shuffling his paws and searching for something, anything, to say to fill the void. The rush of waves on the shore seemed to satisfy Forge; he watched intently with his single eye, glancing back and forth between the surf and the horizon. It was almost funny, to see such a weathered dragon whose scars spoke very clearly about the amount of life he had lived, so full of wonder about some damn water. The shit that Helios annoyedly wrung out of his dress at the end of every day, the shit he had to dive into at his superior’s commands.

And there Forge was, enraptured by the tide’s pull. Helios wanted to comment on it; make a crack about having never seen water before, or a simple question about whether the Wildclaw had seen the Sea from the ground. It just…seemed too peaceful a moment, though. The Pearlcatcher opted, for once, to hold his tongue.

The Wildclaw must’ve read his mind. “Sorry if ‘m quiet,” he said, tracing a single claw in absentminded patterns through the sand. “Never been here before. It’s real pretty. Very, very different from anywhere I’ve lived.”

Helios let out a soft huff of amusement. “Yeah, heh. I was the same way when I came from the Floating Isles, and the Isles literally float above an ocean. I don’t mind the quiet if you don’t?”

“Nope.” His reply was simple, but there was a warmth to it that Helios latched on to. Those nagging feelings of jealousy had long dissipated since they had worked together to help rehabilitate Tza, replaced by a cool acknowledgement of Forge’s importance to the little Skydancer. Maybe even a small liking for the Wildclaw’s honesty and gruffness—both could be refreshing, coming from a clan full of dragons with too many damn feelings. Forge had never been anything but kind to him, after the initial tension of their meeting.

Alas, the peace did not last. Perhaps five minutes had passed before a cry of “INCOMING!!!” shattered the quiet, and something heavy pelted into Helios, knocking him over in the sand.

“’Ey!” he yelped, kicking the Skydancer off of him with a bark of laughter. “Go beat up on someone else for a change, kid!”

Eleven leapt back, avoiding a blow from Helios’s foot, and flashed him a cocky grin. “I warned you and everything, Helios.” As she stepped back, Tza came trotting out of the underbrush, wings tucked close to his back and wearing a sheepish smile.

“I, ah…forgot to mention Forge was comin’,” he said, those cyan eyes of his holding a trace of worry as he met Helios’s gaze. The Pearlcatcher rolled back over and heaved himself to his paws as Eleven threw herself at her Wildclaw father to greet him.

“Don’t you worry about it, little bird,” Helios murmured, bumping his snout against Tza’s cheek. “We’re friends now, remember? I only tried to beat the shit out of him one time.”

“Not funny,” Tza snipped at him, but the small smile on his face spoke otherwise. He rested his head against Helios’s neck for a brief moment before turning away to where Eleven and Forge were standing.

“You traveled safely?” he asked Forge, flicking his tail against the Wildclaw’s shoulder. “Could’a flown faster, with those huge wings of yours, she’s been talkin’ my ear off about seein’ you again—”

“’Course I did.” Forge eyes briefly flicked to Helios, almost a habit now when interacting with Tza, before continuing. “We were jus’ talkin’ about taking a walk, her showing me around the territory a bit…if that’s. Okay?”

The question was aimed more at Helios than Tza, it seemed, but it was Tza who responded. “I’m tired, you two need to see each other. I got her to myself, now you two go. Have fun.” He waved his paws in a shooing motion toward the stretch of beach, and Helios chuckled quietly.

“You’re positive?” Forge began, but Eleven cut him off.

“Dad, he wants to be alone with not-Dad and talk. Probably about you.” She smacked him with her tail, eerily similar to Tza for a moment, before marching off down the beach.

“Eleven, we’ll be talking about how high-maintenance you are,” Helios called after them, smirking at the blush that crossed Tza’s face at the implications of being alone together. Tza’s headfeathers flared indignantly, and he turned to make his way past Helios, back inland and away from the water. He gently brushed against the Pearlcatcher as he went: a suggestion to follow and walk together.

Helios looked on fondly for a moment as Forge padded down the beach with Eleven. A smile had painted itself its way across Forge’s rough-featured face as his daughter gestured and chattered wildly. It was funny, really, how Helios had misjudged the metalsmith’s stone-faced exterior and taken him to be so no-nonsense. He knew firsthand that any mate of Tza’s would feel some degree of ruthless protectiveness over him, warranted or not, but…he suspected there was a soft heart under his scars and prosthesis. Far from the snarling creature Helios anticipated and feared. The Pearlcatcher stood there for a moment, watching down the beach as the pair grew smaller and smaller.

“Hey, you big oaf. You comin’?” Tza asked from behind him, his tone playful and blessedly light.

The Pearlcatcher had grown accustomed to the feeling of his face melting into softness whenever he heard Tza’s voice. It’d been…years, now. That specific sort of softness he was embarrassed of at first, feeling like a sappy hatchling, saved specifically for the little Skydancer that. Well, held his heart.

What he wasn’t accustomed to was his face haven already fallen soft.

Oh, fuck.

#tigres writes #wxnderingstxrs-fr #tigres dergs #flight rising #fr writing #helios #tza #forge #eleven

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Pegoryu Prompt: Confession

@littlemissmellodeeThis took longer than expected, but here is the prompt you submitted to me. I hope you enjoy it!

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Ryuji’s heart sinks in his chest as he watches Akira drop to the floor. An angel shadow looms over Akira, grabbing him by the hair as it readies another kouha to strike a finishing blow. Captain Kidd’s electric skills will do nothing, but he has to act fast. He takes a deep breath and rushes angel with all he has, taking a bit of damage from the light attack. Ryuji’s blow knocks the massive angel out of the air, crashing it into the tile floor. He looms over it and pulls out his shot gun, pointing it to the center of the thing’s forehead. Its eyes water.

“Please spare me!” It wails in a shrill voice. It spreads its wings, they bristle and ready to take flight.

Ann runs to Akira’s side and places a hand to his back. “What do you want to do?”

Ryuji grits his teeth and looks at Akira from the corner of his eye. Akira is still on the ground, quaking in a bloody mess, unresponsive to Ann’s question. His gaze refocuses on the angel, brown eyes burning with unbridled hatred. He cocks the gun.

Ann looks back up in a panic. “Ryuji! What are you doing! This has to be una-“

Too late. A bang resounds through the room. The angel is dead with a large smoking hole through its forehead. Ryuji turns around and paces over to Akira as the shadow evaporates in a torrent of blood and black mist. He kneels down, back facing Akira. The brunet looks up, eyes barely able to open.

Ryuji looks over his shoulder. “Gimme your arms, Dude…”

Akira reaches up and places his hands on Ryuji’s shoulders. Long rips run along his red gloves, making several sections hang by mere threads off of his fingers. He can’t grip onto Ryuji at all, any exertion sends sensations of pain up his arms. He lets out a soft whimper.

Ryuji’s eyebrows knit together. He gently maneuvers back against Akira, draping his arms over his shoulders. Akira shudders and sags against Ryuji’s back. He grabs onto Akira’s legs and hefts him up onto his back. Akira’s head lulls over Ryuji’s right shoulder. Ryuji looks toward Ann, Yusuke, Morgana, and Makoto.

“Cover my ass, I’m gonna sprint.”

Everyone nods and readies their guns. Ryuji readies himself and takes off running, even with his right knee quivering and every nerve feeling like it’s on fire. He looks ahead, blowing through groups of guards, alarms blare and bullets are whizzing by them. His back and shoulders grow warm and sticky from Akira’s blood. His breaths grow shallow. Ryuji’s eyes widen, he pushes harder. He needs to move faster. Nothing else matters except getting Akira out of the palace. He would blow his knee out before letting Akira die here.

The doors to the bank are in view. One large guard blocks the way. Ryuji grits his teeth and lets out a growl as he bowls the thing over, rushing through the doorway. Morgana shoots through the door next, with Makoto in tow. Yusuke and Ann bring up the rear, spraying bullets into the horde of pursuing shadows.

The palace falls away, revealing the real Shibuya. Everyone is in their regular clothes, even Akira seems normal. The evidence of the cuts and bruises are gone, but something is wrong. His breaths are still shallow. Ryuji’s knees give out and he collapses to the ground. He gives Akira’s leg a squeeze. No response.

“Hey, this ain’t funny, Man…”

He squeezes harder. Still no response. He takes hold of Akira’s hand. It’s too cold to the touch, like there’s no longer anything inside keeping him warm. His lips are turning blue.

“No…no, no, no!” Ryuji looks up in a panic.

The rest of the group gathers around them. Their faces all pale. Yusuke approaches Ryuji and attempts to take Akira from him. Ryuji stumbles to his feet. His eyes are wild. The dark haired boy steps back in bewilderment.

“Eff off!” Ryuji stumbles on his bad leg, but wills it to hold his and Akira’s weight any way. “I know a place… just help me get to the train.”

“Kay…let’s go.” Ann goes to support Ryuji’s weaker side. The group maneuvers through the crowd, attracting strange looks from passersby.

They send the boys off on the train to Yongenjaya. They all want to go, but they could barely stuff Ryuji and Akira into the remaining space with Morgana enduring the tight squeeze inside of Akira’s book bag.

A young couple sees Ryuji’s predicament with Akira and attempt to give up their seats to them, but an older couple manages to steal them away before Ryuji even has time to react. He shoots the old bastards a scathing glare, but doesn’t have any further energy to waste being mad. Akira needs every ounce of strength he has to safely make it to the shady doctor.

As soon as the doors slide open, Ryuji shoves past everyone and bolts toward the clinic. He stumbles along the road, clipping and sometimes outright shoving past people going about their business on the narrow road. He tackles the door open, breathless and cheeks flush. Tae looks at him as if he is absolutely nuts until she sees Akira’s limp body on his back.

“Go to the examination room.”

Ryuji takes a bit too long to move, his knees quake and his mind is pulling him in too many directions. Tae’s eyes narrow as she gets up and slaps a hand against the desk.

“Move it!”

Ryuji snaps out of his stupor and hurries past the doors into the back room.

Tae sets to work immediately. She maneuvers IV hangers and various monitors around the room. She readies the examination table as Ryuji carefully eases Akira off of his back and onto the wax paper on top of the stiff table.

“Take his clothes off while I set up the transfusion.”

Ryuji hesitantly begins pulling off Akira’s uniform shirt. His vision blurs as he sees the scars from this evening’s angel attacks. They litter his body, up and down the toned planes of his abdomen and dangerously close to his heart. Ryuji’s hands don’t want to cooperate as they hover over the button of his pants. It feels like he is violating his best friend. Even in such a situation, he can’t help but linger too long. He looks out of the corner of his eye and sees Tae is about ready to turn around. Ryuji figures that it is better him than her that does this. At least that is the best justification to set his hands in motion. The button and zipper give way easy enough, revealing black boxer briefs and even more scars as he pulls Akira’s pants down his slender legs. Ryuji can hardly stand to look at them.

Tae whips around places a mask over Akira’s mouth and hurriedly sanitizes the area over his right antecubital. She does a quick blood pressure check and lets out a ghasp. As she inserts several items into Akira’s arm, Ryuji’s vision blurs then goes white. The last thing his sees is Tae’s shocked face and Akira’s feint breaths against a respirator.

He wakes up with a massive headache from, what he assumes, his head hitting the floor. His head is elevated, but his only view is of Tae’s outrageous choice of footwear. He groans as he lifts himself off of the floor by the examination table. Tae sits at the desk, scribbling down notes while keeping a watchful eye on the monitor. Ryuji winces at the pains in his knee and head as he pulls himself up to kneel by Akira. His complexion is better, but Ryuji is still unsure of his friend’s condition.

“He’s stable…I calculate that he will regain consciousness shortly.” Tae assesses Ryuji without so much as a glance.

“Thank-“

“Look, I don’t want thanks for this and though I’m curious I don’t want to know. Whatever it is though, it’s put him in no position to do it again.” She slowly pivots her chair around.

Ryuji turns to face her stern eyes. “I…yeah. He ain’t doing this again.”

Tae nods her approval and hands Ryuji two capsules.

“The hell’s this?” Ryuji stares at them, skeptical of their contents.

“The yellow is for your head and the green one is for your knee. Take them sooner rather than later. He’ll need your help to get home.” She gets up and nudges Ryuji aside so she can pull the needle out and put a tourniquet on his arm.

Ryuji turns away as Tae performs her tasks. He stares at the pills for a moment before dry swallowing them. It can’t be helped.

Akira lets out a little groan as he starts to wake up. All of the tension falls from Ryuji’s body as he turns his complete attention to Akira. Heat is welling within his chest. His heart feels like it could burst out of him at any moment and he’d be fine with it. His best friend is okay. That’s all that matters. Akira ain’t going anywhere. He’s not leaving him.

“Akira! How are you feeling? Are you okay? Jesus Christ, you had me going there for a bit!” Even with the relief, Ryuji is entirely too frazzled.

Akira drapes an arm over his eyes and smiles. “Sorry that I scared you, Ryuji…and thanks.”

“Don’t be sorry…just…” the blond takes Akira’s other hand in his. “Don’t fucken do that again…” Ryuji begins to quiver slightly. He places his forehead against the brunet’s hand. Tear drops drip from brown eyes across Akira’s pale skin.

Tae gets up and writes a prescription. She places it next to Ryuji’s hand and walks to the door. “I’m closing shop for today. Make sure he gets home safely. And no more of whatever it is that caused this.”

The door clicks closed and the room is left in an awkward silence. Akira turns his head to look at Ryuji, whose face is still buried against his hand. He’s never seen his best friend so panicked. He pushes himself up on one elbow and strokes the mess of blond hair gently with his free hand.

As soon as Ryuji feels this, he calms a bit. He can still feel that heat throughout him. Why though? When he thought Akira could die from his wounds, he totally lost it. He then remembers how he acted toward Yusuke, not wanting anyone else to touch Akira. Not wanting anyone to take him away. There’s nothing to that, right? He was just being protective of his best friend. He raises his head only to be face to face with Akira’s silver eyes. His cheeks and ears instantly flush. Shit… this isn’t just friendship any more, huh? When did this even happen? Fuck…who cares right now.

“Hey, Ryuji? You okay there?” Akira’s features fill with concern. “Your face is red…and you’re spacing out.”

Ryuji shakes his head. “Sorry, guess I’m still on an adrenaline high, eh?” He pulls back and flashes a genuine smile. That is, until he realizes that Akira is still naked. He hurriedly searches and locates the folded clothes that were under his head and shoves them at Akira.

“Your clothes, Dude. You can’t walk home like that.”

Akira flushes a little. Ryuji catches it and his own turns into a deep crimson hue. This guy is too cute. What the hell.

Akira struggles with his clothes. Apparently he’s still pretty weak.

“This is a little embarrassing, but Ryuji…” Akira holds his shirt and pants out to the blond. “Could you help me get dressed?”

Ryuji hesitates for a moment, but takes the clothes back and starts to redress Akira.The shirt goes on without much trouble. Now the pants… Ryuji carefully places each foot in a pant leg and keeps hold of the waist.

“Ehhh…I know this is gonna be kind of awk sauce.” Ryuji’s brown eyes shift back and forth.

“What do I need to do?” Akira stares up at him, equally flushed and just as awkward.

“I need you to lean on me.”

Akira nods.

Ryuji places both of the brunet’s hands on his shoulders. “Put all your weight on me.”

“Seems like I’ve been doing that all night.” Akira catches what he says too late. That sounded really weird.

Ryuji’s entire face goes red. “C’mon, Akira, how the eff can you say shit like that at a time like this?” The blond struggles to focus properly as he eases Akira to his feet, taking the brunt of the weight into his shoulders and chest.

“Just wanted to lighten the mood a little?” The words come out muffled due to the brunet’s face lulling in Ryuji’s neck.

Ryuji tugs the pants up and buttons them closed. Akira stumbles, but Ryuji quickly catches him by the waist. He’s so slender… Ryuji huffs and lets out a frustrated noise into Akira’s neck. Akira startles, but continues to cling to his best friend.

“What’s up with you? You’re acting strange-“

“Awe fuck it…”

And with that, Ryuji hefts Akira back onto the table, cups his face, and kisses him in a single smooth motion. Akira’s eyes go wide as Ryuji’s brown eyes close. He can’t take this any more. He’s too impatient to try and take time to figure this shit out or to try and read Akira’s signals. He can make amends and excuses later. He just has to do this.

Akira leans into the kiss and clings tighter to Ryuji’s shoulders. They remain this way for a few moments before they both pull back for air.

Akira brings the tips of his fingers up to feel the slight swell of his lips. “Is…is this a confession?”

Ryuji, in shock of what he just had the guts to do, drops back to his knees and buries his face in his hands.

“Because I accept.” Akira’s face still maintains a slight flush as he smiles down at Ryuji.

Ryuji’s expression shifts from incredulous to excited to elated in a matter of seconds. “You serious?”

Akira nods.

Ryuji releases a giant sigh and smiles. He turns around and pulls Akira back onto his shoulders. “Let’s get you home.”

Akira happily leans into the warm planes of Ryuji’s back. They walk to the café in silence, relishing in their own relief and these new budding feelings.

#pegoryu #i finally got one done #sorry for being so slow #akira kusuru #ryuji sakamoto #happy birthday ryuji #fanfiction #pegoryu prompts #akira x ryuji #long post

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