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fixfoxnox · 2 years ago

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Anyrhing for a roach birthday drabble bc 1. I love the angst and 2. I wanna eat your writing

OKAY ITS FINISHED NOW YOU GUYS CAN READ IT

Idk if this is very angsty but I'm sure you can eat it if you try hard enough :)

"I'm giving you a heads up, they're throwing you a surprise party."

If Roach could have, he would have shot up in his bed. Unfortunately the still stinging injuries around his chest and abdomen prevented that. He settled for giving back a quick word of, "What! I told them I didn't want a party!"

He could hear Jackson give a faint chuckle over the line, "To be fair to them, I think its only supposed to by family plus me, but your mom did call it a party."

Roach gave a groan, "That means they're going to make a big deal out of it."

"Yep," Jackson playfully popped the p in the word. Roach could practically hear his grin through the phone. "Hey, it could be fun. Big number thirty one, thats a big deal isn't it?"

Roach shifted a bit in his bed, his chest constricting as he thought about Jackson's words. The man was right, it technically was a big birthday for him, though only the two of them knew it. Number thirty one, it meant that he'd officially outlived his first life. Despite the fact that it should have made him happy, all that it actually made him want to do was curl up in a ball and cry.

He remembered Jackson's twenty seventh birthday, when he'd officially outlived his first life. His friend had appeared mostly fine at the beginning of the night, but at the mini celebration that Roach had held for him, he'd gotten himself drunk.

He remembered that day clearly in his mind. Jackson had stormed around his house in a drunken stupor, tearing up any of his military things that he could. Roach had done what he could to control the damage, but in the end he hadn't been able to do much.

The night had ended with his friend sobbing into his arms until he'd passed out. Roach was hoping to avoid a similar fate, which was why he'd asked for only a small celebration. Not a party. A party made things more real.

"Hey," Jackson's voice was soft through the phone, "You know I'll be there. I'll help divert attention away and give you an excuse for a break if you need it. You won't be alone on this."

"I know," Roach commented quietly, "I know. It just," he gave a deep sigh, "its just a lot to deal with."

Jackson was quiet for a moment, "Would it help if I invited the 141?" There was a pause, "Your mom hasn't invited them, I'm sure she'll be pissed at me but hey, its your party, not hers."

"Its her house though," Roach commented quietly.

"We can keep them in the yard," Jackson's voice took on a teasing tone, "Should be a nice day, I'm sure they won't mind."

Roach gave a small snort, feeling his chest lighten up slightly with his friends teasing, "You just want to invite them so you can see Gaz again."

Jackson gave a gasp, "I am deeply offended by that Roach. How could you think that?"

"Because it's the truth," Roach called over the phone. "My brother will be heart broken, devastated. He's still claiming that Soap and Ghost are acting and not actually my boyfriends." Calling Soap and Ghost his boyfriends made his heart flutter a bit and he felt a grin tug at his lips.

"I've broken his heart by not actually dating you."

"And taken a lot of stress off of Eddie," Roach teased the man, "He's been trying to convince me to break up with you for years now."

"He'll be happy to see the 141 then, I'll bring them along. I'm sure Ghost and Soap will be more than happy to get to cuddle up to you for a bit." And that was that. If Roach was going to have to sit through a surprise party, he could at least do it with his friends.

Just as Jackson had warned him, when his birthday came around it was clear to see that his family were planning something. His sister-in-laws had obviously been tasked with keeping him out of the house until things were ready.

They'd woken him up early in the morning to drag him to one of the local restaurants in town for breakfast. He'd eaten his food rather fast, but they'd taken an almost ridiculous amount of time to finish theirs off. After that, they'd taken him to one of the small strip malls that their town had, forcing him to walk around with them for hours.

If he hadn't known about the party from Jackson, and hadn't picked it up from their odd behavior, the ride back home certainly would have told him that something was going on. Alice and Melissa spent almost the entire ride sharing secretive excited glances with one another and asking him if he was ready for his birthday "dinner."

Luckily nothing that he'd done with the women was too overwhelming, but he did find an oddly sickening feeling that had formed in his stomach. He'd tried to keep his mind off of the fact that he had now officially outlived his first life, but it was rather hard to do.

He nearly rolled his eyes when they got to the house again. Jackson and the 141 hadn't even tried to hide their vehicles and the thought nearly made him laugh. He managed to keep it down to nothing more than an amused smile as Melissa and Alice helped him back into the house.

As soon as he stepped inside he was met with shouts of "happy birthday!" from all around him. He was certainly a little upset at his mother for throwing him a party, despite his desire not to have one, but he couldn't control the bit of delighted laughter that erupted from his mouth when he spotted his team.

His mother had clearly made everyone put on the hats, but it didn't stop him from enjoying the sight of each of the usually gruff and tough military men wearing bright green cone party hats on their heads.

He could see his mothers bright grin in response to his laughter and he couldn't help but meet her with a smile. Surely he could handle a party if the 141 and Jackson were there to help distract him.

"Happy birthday, baby!" His mother pressed a kiss to his cheek, "I know you said no parties, but I figured a small get together couldn't hurt anything."

"Thank you, mom," he gave her a small smile. A moment after and there was a hand ruffling at his hair. "Hey!" He made a swipe at the limb, turning to pout at Jonathan.

"Happy birthday, little man. What are you now, 20?" Roach rolled his eyes at his brothers words. He sounded far too much like their grandpa used to around their birthdays.

"Alright, grandpa," he playfully shoved him away.

"Hey now," Jonathan warned, "you may be military but I'll still put you in a headlock!"

"You better not," That was Eddie's concerned voice from across the room, "If you rip his stitches Jonathan, I swear to god!"

"It was only a joke Eds," Jonathan gave his younger brother a grin.

"It better be," Eddie grumbled out. He turned his attention to Roach with a small smile, "Happy birthday, bubs."

Roach gave him a quick flash of a grin, "Thanks Eds."

"Alright," his mother clapped her hands together, catching everyone's attention, "Let's move out to the backyard with the kids. I have all the food and gifts and everything set up out there!" Roach wanted to complain about the gifts, but a quick look from his father had him shutting his mouth with a start. There really had been no need for anyone to get him a gift.

He gave a small huff, but quickly his mind moved away from the topic, instead focusing on his team. He used the momentary chaos of everyone shuffling to the backyard as a chance to make his way over to the men. "Thank you guys for coming, I hope my mom didn't give too much trouble."

"She, uh," Gaz glanced at Jackson nervously, "actually didn't seem too surprised to see us. It was like she was expecting Jackson to invite us, though she did chew him out good for not telling her."

Jackson waved him off before pointing at the group and meeting Roach's eyes with a smirk, "They've experienced a southern mothers anger now, needless to say they're scared shitless." Roach couldn't help but snicker at his words.

"Well, I appreciate you guys enduring it for me. I am really glad that you guys are here," he gave the group a smile. His words were the truth. Just their presence seemed to help calm down the sickness that had been pooling in his stomach.

"Course, son," Price slapped his arm slightly, giving him a smile, "c'mon, we'd better move outside before anyone notices we're missing."

The group moved together, Roach found himself settled between Ghost and Soap as they provided him a careful hand to help him outside. "Glad you guys are here," Roach muttered to them quietly as they walked. He gave their hands that were clasped in his own a short squeeze.

"Course, Bug," Simon spoke softly, his voice only slightly muffled by the face mask that he wore.

"Happy birthday," Soap added a moment later, giving him a small peck on the cheek after saying the words. Roach felt his heart fluttering in his chest. Perhaps the day wouldn't be so bad.

"Uncle Gary look! I'm so tall!" Roach couldn't help the laugh that escaped his lips, absolute delight filling his chest as he watched the scene in front of him.

Soap and Ghost had been rather quickly commandeered by his nephews and nieces as soon as they'd made their appearance outside. The two men had barely been allowed to eat before one of his nieces was tugging at Soap's shirt and demanding that he put her on his shoulders. Soap, despite the calls from Jonathan and Melissa that he didn't have to, had agreed. Ghost had fallen into a similar fate moments later and Roach had been watching the two be used as climbing posts for the past half an hour.

His nieces and nephews had been constructing an elaborate story around the two men as well. Apparently they were giants from a kingdom in the midst of a civil war and now we're being ridden into battle by their fierce leaders. Which essentially meant that the two men were allowing two of his nieces to play sword fight while on their shoulders. They each had a child around their legs as well, the children giggling as they were lifted into the air with each step. The sight of it all had nearly bowled Roach over with how adorable it was.

His family members had seemed content to just watch the show, occasionally calling out teasing remarks before going back to simple conversation. Roach had noticed that Gaz and Jackson seemed quite occupied with one another. Jackson had managed to pull several fits of laughter from Gaz and, based on the grins on their faces, Roach could assume that things were going well for his two friends.

After several more moments of watching the pretend war between his nieces and nephews and his boyfriends, Roach had turned away briefly, just long enough to request that someone fill up his cup for him and observe the breakout of conversation at the table. Gaz and Jackson were speaking with one another quietly and it seemed like Price had found himself in a conversation with his parents, from the smile on his parents faces he could assume it was going well. As per usual, his brothers and their wives were chatting in a group together.

He gave a small smile over the rim of his cup when it was handed back to him, it was so nice to finally get to spend some time with his family. And it was nice to see that his team seemed to be getting along with them well.

There was a tug on his shirt that interrupted his train of thought. He turned to look down, his eyes meeting the mischievous grin of Marie, Jonathan's youngest, and Kinsley, Eddie's six year old. "Hey girls," he gave them a small smile, "What are you up to? I trust nothing bad?"

The two girls glance at each other, some form of silent communication passing between them. After a moment, Marie looked back to him with a smile, "Uncle Gary, will you play with us?"

Roach gave a sad sigh, "I'm sorry girls, I would love to but I'm not supposed to be moving around." He glanced up at Eddie before back down to the girls, "I think your daddy would be very mad at me if I tried to Kinsley."

"You don't have to move!" Kinsley told him excitedly, "We want you to be the princess!"

"Princess?" Roach had to hide his laughter behind his hand, "thats all?" He didn't quite believe the girls and their little giggles when he asked told him that they had something else in mind for him.

"Thats all!" Marie confirmed with a toothy grin. It was quite adorable as she was missing one of her front teeth, having lost it only a week ago. She'd shown it off to everyone proudly as well as the dollar that the tooth fairy had left her.

"Alright," Roach agreed with a smile. He would take whatever else they had planned for him, surely it couldn't be too bad. "I'll be the princess then."

"Yes!" The two girls said nothing else to him before taking off running over to where several of their siblings and cousins were waiting so that they could whisper to them excitedly. It only made Roach more suspicious of their plans.

He turned, watching them quietly. After a moment, the group scattered, running back over to Soap and Ghost. His nieces and nephews who had been around the men's ankles had moved off to join the chatting group, so all his nieces had to to was gain Soap and Ghosts attention. "Hey! Hey! Put them down we have an announcement." Roach watched Marie stamp her foot at the two men, her face serious.

As they were told, Soap and Ghost released the two children that were on their shoulders. Marie pushed them apart, stepped between them with a bright grin before beginning to yell, "People of Dinosauratopia!" Roach covered his mouth again, trying not to laugh. His nieces yelling had caught the attention of everyone at the table and he could hear the conversation behind him fall silent with a chuckle, "We have an announcement to make! The terms of the war have changed! This fight is now between the giants alone!" She motioned to Soap, "Sir Sudsy!" Then to Ghost, "and Sir Simon!"

Even from his distance away, Roach could hear Soap grumbling about having been called "Sir Sudsy" while Ghost got to use his actual name. It pulled yet another laugh from his lips. He felt like his face might split apart with how much he'd been grinning.

"Now thats a fight I can get behind!" Jonathan called out playfully from the table, "For the betterment of Dinosauratopia of course." His words pulled laughter from the entire group.

"The prize!" His niece called out with a bright grin, catching everyone's attention again, "The winner will be gifted with a kiss from the princess!" Roach felt his face go bright red. So this was what his nieces had been plotting. Marie paused to run over to him, pointing up at him with glee for Soap and Ghost, "If you win! The princess will give you a kiss!"

Soap shot him a bright grin, amusement in his eyes, "Oh my, what a prize that is. I'll have to win, apologies Sir Simon." He gave a teasing wink to Ghost who merely rolled his eyes at him.

"Sir Sudsy," Ghost spoke flatly, "I'm afraid I can't let you win."

"A challenge!" Marie cackled from next to him, excitedly jumping up onto the bench, "Everyone gather around and witness the fight of a life time!" Roach wanted to comment that Jonathan had clearly been letting her watch too much wrestling, but he didn't get a chance as she continued, "Begin your fight men! Me and my army," she motioned to her siblings and cousins, "will guard the princess until a victor has been declared. Fight, fight, fight!"

Roach was more than a little curious on how the two men intended to fight each other. After all, he could assume that they wouldn't just start sparring in his families backyard. Or at least he hoped they wouldn't.

He was pleasantly surprised when the men simply locked arms and began to wrestle at one another, clearly overexaggerating their movements in a show for the now cheering children. Behind him, Roach could hear Jonathan give a cheer as well.

"Should we take bets," Jonathan called, "I think we should take bets."

"Five on Simon," Price called playfully, "If you want to lose your money."

"You're on," Jonathan called. "Let's go Sir Sudsy! Get him! Choke him out!"

A moment later and Marie copied her fathers words, "Get him! Choke him out!!" Roach couldn't help but laugh at the adorable display.

The two men wrestled playfully for several minutes before finally Ghost was able to pull Soap into a headlock, ruffling his hair playfully until Soap was calling out an over exaggerated, "Mercy! Mercy!"

Ghost released Soap just as Marie called out, "We have a winner! Sir Simon has won the war of Dinosauratopia and the love of the Princess!" She ran over to Ghost, grabbing his hand and tugging him over to where Roach was sitting. She motioned between the two with a bright grin, "Claim your prize Sir Simon!"

Roach could feel his face heat up again. Ghost gave a rumbling, low chuckle at his nieces words before leaning down, tugging his facemask down just enough that he could press their lips together in a short, but sweet kiss. Roach gave him a grin when he pulled away, unable to contain the adoration on his face.

A moment later and he heard a dramatic cry from Soap. He turned to see the man with the back of his hand pressed to his forehead, "I am heart broken! My chest, ah! What is this pain! I must be dying!" There was a gasp and suddenly three of Roach's nieces, including Marie, were surrounding Soap.

"No, Sir Sudsy!"

"I think," Soap gave a fake cough, " the only thing that could cure me is a kiss from the princess!" Roach could hear his family snickering behind him, he didn't care.

"Quickly then!" Marie started pulling Soap toward him, "Princess you must kiss Sir Sudsy! Its the only thing that could save his life."

Roach was sure he had a goofy grin on his face as he responded, "Quickly then, my good sir. We must save your life!"

"Indeed!" Soap leaned down to press a kiss to his mouth, this one a slight bit longer than the one he and Simon had shared. The man pulled back after a moment, a bright grin on his face, "I am cured! Thank you, Princess!"

Soap and Ghost were allowed to finally sit down not long after that, his brothers wrangling their children into their own seats to force them to eat. Roach was pressed between the two men on the bench, his head leaned against Soap's shoulder while his hand was clasped tightly together with Simon's under the table. He was listening to his family chat around him. He'd never felt quite so content before. Any anxiety he'd felt about the day had all but disappeared.

It was an important birthday for him. A terrifying one. One that had threatened to send him down a road of panic and hurt. He was more than happy to have Ghost and Soap there, providing him a barrier from that. He knew they didn't know. It didn't mean that they hadn't helped him.

He was snapped out of his thoughts by his mothers excited clapping, "Alright, I've waited long enough! Its gift time!"

Roach gave a small groan from his place against Soap's shoulder. He'd felt close to passing out from how warm and happy he'd felt in the position. "You guys shouldn't have gotten me anything." He pushed himself to sit up.

"Nonsense!" His mother called as she loaded the, frankly, giant pile of presents onto the table in front of him.

"Oh my god," Roach looked at everything with furrowed brows, "What the fuck, why are there so many?"

He felt Soap wince next to him and he looked over to meet the man's sheepish gaze, "Ghost and I may have went a bit overboard."

His head whipped back and forth between the two men for several moments, "You guys-?" He let out an undignified squeak. It was a bit overwhelming for him to know that the two men had apparently gotten him so many gifts.

"Alright," his mother grinned at him brightly, "Lets start with these. Here is the one from your dad and I!" She handed him one of the larger boxes in the pile, he took it from her hesitantly.

He stared at it for a moment, mentally psycing himself up as he looked at it. He hated opening presents in front of people. He always felt worried that he would give the wrong reaction and hurt someone's feelings.

After several moments of quiet staring, he reached up and started to slowly peel the paper away from the gift inside. Pleasant surprise filled his chest as he looked at the gift in front of him. They'd bought him a Polaroid camera. He could feel his mouth quirk up into a grin as he looked at it closer. "We know your old one broke a while back, so we thought we'd buy you a new one. That way you can start sending us pictures again and you can take some for yourself."

Roach had kept a small Polaroid camera with him during his first few years in the military. He almost always had it with him, ready to snap a quick picture of himself or something he saw so that he could send it home to his parents. His first camera was why he had almost an entire photo album worth of embarrassing pictures of Jackson. His camera had broken during his first year with the demon dogs and he hadn't gotten a chance to buy himself another one.

The thought of getting to take pictures again, of himself, of Jackson, and of the 141, made his chest feel warm. "Thank you," he gave his parents a bright grin.

"Damn," Jackson muttered out, "After all the trouble I went through to get rid of the first one," he joked.

"Watch your back Jackson," Roach responded, "Those embarrassing pictures of you are going to start rolling through again. Who knows, I might even share them with the team." He made a point to look at Gaz specifically as he spoke. Jackson answered him with a groan.

Roach continued through the presents, opening everything gratefully. He'd received gift cards from his brothers, their usual gifts to him. Jackson had wrapped up his, now repaired, scarf as well as gifted him a rather large crocheted blanket that he'd made with his grandmother. Price had given him a rather nice bottle of wine and Gaz had put together a large box with a variety of snacks and candy inside. All that was left were the several small to medium sized gifts in front of him, all apparently from Soap and Ghost.

He looked at the pile of gifts, trying to decide where to start. "Any that I need to open first?" He tilted his head at the gifts, eyeing one in particular.

"No," Soap still sounded a bit guilty, "any order, Bug."

Roach reached for one of the gifts, grabbing the one that looked and felt like a book in his hands. He could handle a book. It would be a good start. He carefully pulled the wrapping of the paper from around it, a pleased hum leaving his lips as he took in the leather-bound journal that rested in his hands. It was clearly a nice thing, likely expensive based on the feel of the leather. Emblazoned on the front of it was a beetle, golden paint outlining it clearly from where it was indented into the material.

"Thought you might like one," Soap spoke lowly, "I hope you don't mind, but I started it for you." Roach tilted his head at him, unbinding the journal so that he could flip to the first page. He felt a grin cross his face. Soap had drawn a little sketch of the three of them together. He carefully closed the journal, wrapping the leather cord that held it closed around it tightly before turning to place a kiss to Soap's cheek. He turned to do the same to Ghost a moment later, "Thank you two, I love it."

He turned back to the table, feeling his face heat up a bit as he realized just how many more things he was going to have to open. It was going to be a process.

By the time Roach had opened his last gift from Soap and Ghost, he was exhausted. He was thankful to the two men, but very exhausted. Everything that they'd gotten him had pulled a grin to his face, each of the gifts making his heart flutter in his chest. There was the customized knife, one that fit well enough within the regulations that he'd be able to take it into the field with him. A small journal filled with drawings that Soap had done for him. A little tea set, with a tea infuser that he could use to make his own blends and dip into his mug. An adorable mug to go with it (it had little frogs and bugs glazed onto the sides). Then there was a new jacket, warm and tactical enough that it could go into the field with him as well. A cute little skull necklace. A gift card to his favorite ice cream place near base. A new bat plush for his collection. A nice pair of obviously expensive sunglasses. A little leather corded bracelet with a metal piece attached that had a little engraved message from the two men on it. It was needless to say, that they'd gone all out with his gifts. It was both adorable and overwhelming for him.

Still, it didn't stop him from sending them a beaming grin with every gift that he opened. It also didn't stop him from, hours later, being wrapped up on the couch inside with his new bat plush tucked against his chest as he snuggled up to the two men.

His family were milling about the house, things winding down as they put left over food up and chatted idly with one another. Roach knew it was late. He knew that the 141 would be leaving soon. He didn't want Soap and Ghost to go.

"Stay the night," he muttered into Ghost's chest. He could feel the rumbles of laughter from both Soap and Ghost at his request.

"You know we'd love too, Bug," Soap's hand stroked along his arm before landing temptingly on his thigh, "we would really love to."

"But your mother would likely kill us," Ghost finished for him, placing a kiss to the top of his head.

"I'm an adult," Roach whined low in his throat, "It's my birthday. She has to let you stay."

"I don't think thats how it works, Bug."

Roach pulled himself away from Ghosts chest, his face grumpy as he looked around the room blearily. He knew who would help him. "Jackson!" He called with a groan, "Come here for a second."

He didn't get a response, but a moment later and Jackson was standing in front of the group, a grin on his face. "What's up, buttercup!"

He seemed very cheery. Almost too cheery. Roach squinted at him, looking him up and down for a moment before asking, "Gaz invited you back to the hotel with him didn't he?" He could see the blush that rose to cover his friends cheeks and he could hear Soap snicker in the seat next to him. "I don't care," Roach raised a hand as Jackson opened his mouth to speak, "Good for you guys, I need you to do me a favor."

"Whats up?"

"I need you to get my mom to let Soap and Ghost stay the night with me." Roach tilted his head at the man, "I know its a hard ask, but-"

"Hard ask?" Jackson clicked his tongue, "Always doubting me Sanderson. I'm your mothers favorite child you know. I'll be right back." Just like that, Jackson disappeared into the kitchen.

"You think he'll actually get her to say yes?" Soap pressed a kiss to the top of his head, then his cheek, before finally bringing his hand to his mouth to begin pressing kisses there.

Roach shivered, feeling Ghost bury his face into his neck to begin placing kisses on the skin of his throat. "If anyone is going to get her to say yes, it'll be Jackson."

The three sat together, just sharing lazy kisses back and forth for nearly ten minutes before Jackson popped back into the room, a big grin on his face. "Am I the best friend in the world or what?"

"She said yes?" Ghost asked, surprise leaking into his voice.

"Just for the night," Jackson responded with a grin, "you'll have to leave in the morning and she said that you guys have to keep things quiet or she'll send you home early," he winked at them after the last part and Roach felt his face go warm. He couldn't find it in himself to care about his embarrassment though, not when he would get to have Soap and Ghost to himself for the entire night.

"You're amazing," he shot Jackson a grin, "thank you."

"Happy birthday," Jackson replied simply. He shot him another wink. "Have fun," he teased before leaving the room once again.

"Quick," Roach grinned at the men next to him, "upstairs before my mom changes her mind or one of my brothers notice."

"So eagar," Soap teased with a grin as he stood. The two men helped him from the seat, guiding him toward the stairs quietly. It was a miracle they made it up the stairs so quietly, especially with Soap's hands becoming more and more grabby the closer they got to Roach's room. Ghost was able to mostly control himself, though Roach did feel one of his hands sneak down for a quick grab of his ass as they walked.

Roach had been worried about his birthday. He'd been more stressed than he wanted to admit. But now, as he quietly closed the door to his room, feeling warm lips latch onto his neck and another pair of hands lovingly feel around his body, he couldn't even remember why he'd been worried.

#you asked luke #something in the orange #gary roach sanderson #simon ghost riley #ghost x roach #ghostroach #ghost x soap #john soap mactavish #soap x roach #soapghost #soaproach #soapghostroach #ghostroachsoap

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bureaumantic · 1 month ago

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So... Got any Worldbuilding to talk about? 👀

Or to ask me, y'know

Oh! An ask! From a mutual!!

Unfortunately..... Not a lot.... School's been murdering me but I've been able to write a little bit in my free time!

I'm writing something that takes place on Curstrom, which is the smallest continent on Elstre! Actually I don't think I've posted much about Curstrom (or I'm forgetting idk) so I'll just dump all the lore here!

So basically Custrom was discovered in 1470 (only 2 years before the Great Elstren Struggle, which was the longest and most destructive war ever seen, begins) by one Philip Curstrom and his ship, the Seabird. Now, the Seabird was a cargo ship that ran... dubiously legal operations in between the Watren Archipelago and mainland Elstre.

His crew discovered Curstrom in a drunken stupor in what was no less than miraculous simply because the Eternal Bureaucracy collectively agreed that it would be interesting to see Curstrom play a role in the coming war between the True Kondrian Empire (and its overlooked sidekick, the Alorish Union) versus the rest of Elstre. Captain Curstrom himself was actually arrested for his illegal operations, but the continent was still named after him.

Curstrom itself is not a place you would want to live in. The climate has two modes: snowy and more snowy. When it's "more snowy" turbulent blizzards rampage across the entire continent. There is almost no plant life. There are scarcely any animals. Life was rare here before people started migrating.

So why do people come here? Money. Curstrom is rich with mineral ore deposits. Metals considered rare on mainland Elstre are abundant here.

Now what is interesting about Curstrom is that the whole place is a bit supernatural. The topography of the place seems to be constantly shifting when you aren't looking. In fact, it actually is shifting when nobody is looking, which was only discovered after armies trying to fight in the place tried looking for landmarks on their maps that weren't there in real life anymore. Mountains and canyons can appear or disappear in the blink of an eye when unrecorded or unseen.

With these shifting mountains, people realized that the ore deposits that came with them were seemingly unlimited. There is an infinite money generator at Curstrom if you can just ship all the raw metal out of there 24/7. (Although this would actually cause rampant inflation across all of Elstre).

In addition, being sent to Curstrom seems to bring out the worst in people. People become crueler and less compassionate with the more time that they spend on this place. At first, it was unnoticeable. Then attributed to the generally miserable state of the island and the war in general. But after years, it's clear that something is horribly wrong. Flamethrowers, which---in a rare bit of humanitarian mutual agreement by all parties---are not used often on the mainland, are used frequently here. Gas attacks are also frequent, even though by the mid-late war, they were seen as inefficient by mainland command as gas mask distribution was more common. Torture is also common. While torture of prisoners of war was frequent on the mainland, it was often the case on Curstrom that physical torture could also be extended to soldiers on one's own side for something as meaningless as refusing to salute an officer. Combat on Curstrom saw very few prisoners being taken, with most who tried being executed on the spot.

Anyways uh. That's Curstrom!

i guess i should also link this to my elstre masterpost lol

So that's that! As for you and in a similar vein, what's the latest bit of worldbuilding that you've had to revisit while writing a fic or making more lore?

#worldbuilding #world building #lore #exposition

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fantasies-fairytales-n-fics · 2 years ago

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Code Blue - Ch. 6 "Rock Bottom"

Summary: Party of three at Lee's. He is in a bad way. Orlando confronts him which sets off a volatile chain reaction of events. Lee takes a hard blow, literally. Orlando helps Josie. Lee makes a sacrifice and gives up the best thing that had ever happened to him.

*Warning* Very dark, language, angst, drug/alcohol use, drug induced violence, mentions of death and child loss, anxiety

Stories Stories Stories Masterlist

Salem, Massachusetts

February 4, 2023- 3 pm

Chapter characters: Lee, Josie, Orlando

"Miss March?"

"Dr. Bloom?"

You and your previous attending physician both stared at each other in shock.

It really wasn't that big of a surprise to you though considering he and Lee worked in the same hospital, but it certainly was to Orlando to see you in Lee's orbit, let alone his house, the one thing he hoped would not happen and had even tried to simply alter.

"What...what are you doing here?" Orlando stuttered, wearing a half grin. Part of it was happiness to see you and the other part was confusion.

"I....came to check on Lee."

Orlando nodded at you, then looked at Lee, immediately knowing this was the girl his best friend would not talk about and was head over heels for.

"Lee huh. You're on a first name basis. Interesting."

The looks between the two doctors was undeniably a light bulb moment, as Lee realized Orlando had put two and two together about his prior deflecting and coyness of you.

"Umm, well...yeah.." Lee uttered as he wobbled against the wall and fidgeted with the ball in his hand.

"And...just how do you know Jo?" Lee then asked in an heedful and somewhat green tone.

"I know....Jo...is it alright that I call you that?" Orlando said your name in a teasing way towards Lee and then glanced at you with an innocent smile. "From the hospital. She was my patient."

"Uh...sure...I guess....or Josie would be just fine actually."

Orlando took note of the fact you only preferred Lee to call you Jo as Lee silently reveled in the privilege you had given to only him.

"Apologies, Josie. You may also call me Orlando...that is if you'd like. I don't mind."

"Well!" Lee sarcastically cheered. "Now that we're all on a first name basis, how about we all celebrate this fun little threesome."

He staggered off into the kitchen and poured himself a glass of whiskey.

"Excuse me." Orlando politely whispered to you and followed Lee.

You could hear their bickering as Lee made no effort to lower his voice.

"What the hell are you doing? You're supposed to be recuperating from your drunken stupor. You asked me to bring you back food and I did so, and here you are sucking down grandpa's cough medicine again."

"You took too long and I was thirsty so I'm having a liquid lunch. What's the big deal banana?"

"Really Lee? The big deal is you drank yourself into a state of unconscious oblivion last night, woke up feeling like death and puking. That's the big deal. I merely left you alone for two hours and this is what I come back to?"

"What are you, my father now? I have one thanks, although he don't know who the fuck I am half the time."

"Well I do know who you are and this...this is not you.....and...what the hell is this?"

Orlando reached around him and picked up an open prescription bottle off the counter.

"This is not Tylenol that I asked you to take? These are narcotics. Did you take these?? and with booze???" Orlando fiercely asked as he held the bottle up to Lee's face.

"Uh yeah?? My head was fucking pounding. Tylenol don't help that shit." Lee barked and aggressively snatched the bottle from Orlando's hand.

"How many?? How many did you take??!!"

You were now worried as you heard this reveal, and crept up enough to see what was happening.

"One...damn! Idk, maybe two, three. Get out of my face man."

"I will not. You're a doctor! You know what can happen by taking these with alcohol. What the hell is wrong with you??"

"What is wrong with me? Gee, where shall I begin. My 5 year old son is dead, who would be 9 now...BUT you knew this. Oh and let's not forget he isn't my son and that his psycho mother made sure that I knew that on the day of his funeral...then there's the fact Jacob may be alive today if Lizzy had buckled his fucking seatbelt, but...she didn't and she also made sure I knew that on that same exact day."

Lee took a swig of his drink and began pacing around the kitchen.

"And then there's my father who is oblivious as to who I am one minute and the next he recalls everything. EVERY single time I go, it's groundhog day all over again, you know, the day I buried Jake? It's a never ending repetition of him bringing up Jacob and Liz as if he is alive and were are still some happy little family...in which were not! Do you have any idea what this is like?? Of course you don't! So don't stand here and lecture me in my own house of how I should be handling things. Speaking of this house, I'm selling it. If I could burn it to the ground instead, I would....and the shit at work, man. Britt's, sorry I mean Dr. Westbourne...she didn't give me permission to call her by her first name."

Lee glanced at you snidely and then carried on about Britt.

You couldn't even respond from the disbelief of what you were witnessing.

"She's always up my ass about these things too as if it's any of her fucking business. You know that song, "I'm a bitch, I'm a boss? That's her alright and she certainly don't shine like gloss. Oh...and Jo...there's your brother. You should know I was the one attending to him and I couldn't save him, so there's that and just hours before that, another patient of mine died that shouldn't have. Yeah, yeah, it's all part of the medical field blah blah....that was Britt's words."

Lee turned and tripped over the leg of the table and fell onto a flimsy wooden chair breaking it into pieces, then laid upon his back, laughing hysterically on the floor.

"I bet you're sorry you ever came here huh Jo?" Lee gaped up at you and he continued laughing, but his eyes weren't. They were consumed with emotional turmoil and it made your heart hurt.

"Lee, let me help you up. Just like before, Ok?" You reached down to him and he chucked your hand away.

Orlando quickly came to you, pulling you to the side while Lee sat up, watching him and you skeptically.

"Like before?? and...are you alright? I am so sorry about all this. I've seen him sauced before from his drinking binges but this...this has never happened. He took some pain killers, like, the strong kind and he's having a bad reaction from mixing them with booze which is a common side effect. Maybe you should go for now, ok? I would feel much better."

"No, I don't want to leave him like this, even if you're here. I saw him in a similar way yesterday morning. I found him unconscious and the front door wide open. I stayed with him most of the day. He did collapse once, but he was never like this."

"Yeah, it's the pills and liquor. Lee is far from a violent person. I've known him since high school. He's a good guy."

"God...how many did he take?"

"Hard to say but my guess is at least 3. Are you sure you don't want to go?"

He placed his hand on your arm and Lee saw it.

"Hello?? I'm right here. I can hear you two assholes over there speaking as if I'm not even in the room."

Lee's vision began to blur and he suddenly began to hallucinate, thinking you were Elizabeth.

"Why are you here?" he asked ominously. "And why are you hanging all over my best friend?"

Lee stumbled his way up to stand and then waddled over to you and Orlando, who swiftly stepped in between you and him.

"Lee, back off. Please. Go sit down and have some more to drink. She was just leaving."

Orlando wasn't sure what Lee was doing as his eyes held darkness in them while he looked at you, so he was attempting to deter his attention elsewhere.

"Don't tell me what to do." Lee snapped and gave Orlando a hard shove to his shoulder.

Orlando tried to be graceful about it. "Come on man, don't do this. You don't need to get angry. You're scaring her."

Orlando placed his arm out over you and gently forced you behind him. Instinctively, you held onto his arm in fear as you didn't know what was going to happen.

"Well now, would you look at that. She don't look very scared to me. Are you fucking him Lizzy?"

"Lee...it's me...Jo?"

You let go of Orlando's arm and slowly walked up to Lee which was by far not the smartest thing to do.

"You always were a great liar Liz. So how long have you been screwing my best friend?"

Lee's lips were pursed and his eyes were like daggers.

"Josie, come on. I'll walk you to your car."

Orlando laid his hand on our arm and tried to guide you towards the door.

"Get your hands off of her!" Lee bellowed and yanked Orlando's hand free from you.

"Lee, stop this. This is not Elizabeth!" Dr. Bloom shouted.

You walked back up to him. "Lee...look at me. Really look at me. I'm Jo...you know, Miss Massachusetts?" you lightly smiled and placed your hand on his bicep.

"Oh I am looking at you alright...trash. I bet you've fucked all of Massachusetts." He growled as he snatched your wrist in his hand.

Gasping you tried to pull away, but his grip was unbreakable and unbearably tight as well.

"Lee! Let her go!" Orlando shouted and tried prying his fingers loose, but couldn't.

A pop was all you heard as Lee sucker punched Orlando square in the mouth with his free hand and then yanked you up against him while Orlando laid stunned on the ground.

"Lee stop! You're hurting me. It's me Jo, I am not your ex! Please Lee."

"I can see perfectly who you are you lying witch." Lee snarled and harshly jerked your wrist to the side, simultaneously releasing it. In doing so, your ankle gave out in those cursed heels and down you went, diving onto your stomach.

You began to whimper as you stared up at him with wide frightened eyes.

Lee tilted his head like a confused puppy as he peered down at you with his mouth dropped open, suddenly seeing who you really were as his vision cleared.

"J...J.Jo?" Lee was aghast as he stammered you name.

"Stay away...don't come near me Lee." you squeaked in panic as you scooted away from him.

Orlando finally was able to stand and came right to you to help you up while Lee watched in his own panic of what he had done. The way you leered at him...afraid...caused his heart to explode.

"Jo...Jo please..my god...I...I..I don't...I didn't mean..."

Lee slowly reached out to touch you as his hand shook profusely but you smacked it away, just as he had done to you, except yours was far from gently.

"Don't you touch me! Don't you ever come near me again!" you cried.

He gasped and gazed at you in a disoriented way.

You stormed out the front door and he quickly followed you.

"Jo wait! Please! That wasn't me in...."

Lee didn't even get to finish his sentence as you spun around and socked him right in the jaw.

Lee literally saw stars as pain and blood filled his mouth.

"You're sick Lee. You need help!" you shouted as you got in your car and slammed the door shut. Orlando came jogging up to your window.

"Josie...can you open up?"

He tapped on the glass for you to roll the window down. You did but only half way as you watched Lee like a hawk, who stood holding his mouth in astonishment.

"Are you alright, are you hurt? You shouldn't drive in this condition. Let me take you home. You can get your car later."

"No...I will be fine. I just want to be alone." you sniffled and angrily wiped the tears off your face. "I would rather you stay here with him so he don't do anything else detrimental or hurt himself....or even worse."

"Alright...but...can you at least text me when you get home so I know you made it there ok? Let me give you my number."

"I already have it from when you called and left a voicemail...but yes...I will. I need to go now ok?" you said as the tears were welling up. You absolutely hated crying in front of anyone.

"Ok. Please try to drive carefully....and...I am so sorry about all this."

"Don't be. You did nothing wrong....I hope your jaw is Ok. He jabbed you pretty hard..."

"Oh that? That was just a love tap. He's hit me a lot harder before. Now yours on the other hand...ouch."

Well that certainly didn't make you feel better. You hated that you hurt him, you hated it something awful, but someone had to snap him the fuck out of his delusions.

"Thank you..Orlando...for trying to help."

You rolled the window up and squealed your tires as you took off.

Lee turned around to go back inside as he spit out a decent amount of blood. He had been struck before by a woman but not like that.

Dazed and confused, he slammed the door behind him and went straight up to his room.

Orlando soon came up and knocked on his door.

"Lee. It's me. Can I come in?"

"No. Go away." he muttered.

"Sorry, I cannot do that. I will leave your phone outside your door and then I will be downstairs heating up your soup. I'll bring it up and leave it at your door also unless you want to come down and eat it. You gotta try to...."

"I said go the fuck away!"

Orlando sighed and walked away, but only long enough for Lee to pass out and the Orlando would go sit by his side to monitor him.

Lee laid on his back in a trance, staring at the ceiling for about five minutes and then brought his hands up to cover his face and quietly sobbed.

As you had cried all the way there, you had cried all the way home. You turned the car off and just sat there in silence in your driveway staring off into space. What the hell had just happened? The sweet caring man you had come to care for had turned into something out of a horror movie in the blink of an eye. His remorse hadn't fazed you in the least. You wanted to understand as you knew it wasn't him like he pleaded with you to believe, but you just couldn't. To you, this was your wake up call to stick to your guns about getting involved with anyone, especially someone as lost as Lee was. You were barely surviving as it was with all that was happening in your life and weren't up for trying to save someone when you couldn't even save yourself....and it seemed Lee didn't want to be saved anyways. After this, he seemed not capable of it to you.

You got your phone out and texted Orlando like you promised.

"It's Josie...I am home. Talk later."

February 5, 2023

Sleep was non-existent as you tossed and turned all night. Any time that you did close your eyes, you were immediately startled awake in a breathless panic by the sound of an explosion. Suffering in silence you chose to do because you just wanted to be alone, yet you still yearned for Lee and it pissed you off. You knew he didn't mean to hurt you...but the fact of the matter was....he did.

Your hand was screaming in agony just as the blue hour of dawn had came. You knew you had heard a crack or snap when you had hit him, but it didn't hurt then, so you blew it off. Now, you didn't know what to do as your wrist was also turning shades of blue and purple from where Lee had squeezed it. If you went to the hospital, Britt and Dave would find out and you sure as hell did not want them to know about this. It irked you as to why you were protecting the man that did this. Was it because your subconscious truly knew it was an accident? You were just too pissed off and hurt to acknowledge that. So you texted the only person you felt you could trust right now. Orlando.

"Hey. R u busy?"

About ten minutes went by with no response, so you figured he must be at work today. There you were, assuming the worst. Was Lee alright? Did Orlando stay with him like he said he would? Surely Orlando would have told you if something was wrong, at least you believed he would have. Now what were you going to do? You absolutely could not go to the ER and you didn't have anything for pain.

Then your phone buzzed, making you jump. It was Orlando.

"Hey you, you alright? No, I'm not busy at the moment. What's up?"

Since you were right handed and that was the hand that was injured, you had to use voice text, which was better than calling so he couldn't hear your shaky panicked voice.

"R u at work?"

"No hun, I am home right now."

"Can...can I come over?"

Orlando was caught off guard by that. Of course he wanted you there, more than anything, but this didn't seem like it was for a pleasure visit considering it was 7 am.

"Sure, of course you can. Any time, well as long as I am here lol."

"Ok, thank u. Send me ur addy and I'll b right over."

"Go figure" you chuckled as you pulled up to his place. Orlando lived in a long strip of beach condos on the Massachusetts Bay, not that there was anything wrong with that because you loved the ocean, it was just that all that fancy stuff didn't seem to match his personality. Even his white car was one of those kinds that looked as if it belonged in outer space. But then again, what did you really know, you had only met him twice. What you did know was that he was a good friend to Lee. He could have got up and tackled Lee after Lee had hit him, but he didn't. Ok, maybe not tackle, because Lee was a whole lotta boy, but maybe fight back. He did none of those and just tried to talk him down while protecting you.

Orlando had fallen asleep on his futon in the foyer after you texted. It had been a long day and night at Lee's with little to no rest while keeping a close eye on his friend. Orlando had just gotten home only an hour before you contacted him.

Your soft knock echoed through his practically empty living space, awaking him from his slumber.

"Hey..Josie. Come on in. You look upset."

You huffed as you plopped down in his couch, fighting back the urge to just break down.

"I...I need your help. I didn't know where else to go."

He saw you massaging your wrist and all the rainbow colors it held.

"Jesus, Josie...please, let me look at that."

Orlando scooted up close to you and gently took your hand into his. Slowly, he turned it back and forth to examine every angle."

"How badly does it hurt? Can you move it, bend it?"

"The throbbing woke me up this morning, among other things. I can't even sleep after all this....I heard a tiny pop or something when it hit him. But yeah, I can move it some. So am I going to need like a cast or something? I cannot go to the hospital for this...Britt, Dave...they can't know. It's the last thing Lee needs....How....how is he? I assume better since you are not with him now?"

"No. It appears to be a sprain as I've seen many of these injuries but it should be wrapped and limit your use. It should heal up just fine.....I have some bandaging. I'll wrap it for you.....Lee is fine, for the most part...You're worried about him after what he did to you?"

"Well yeah? How could I not be? Aren't you? You're his best friend right? He clearly needs some help. I know he did not mean to hurt me...and besides...I am the one who fucked my hand up. I should never have struck him."

"No, I'm sure he didn't, and yes he is my best friend and I am extremely worried about him, but I am not the one he hurt...well except for the punch he gave me but I'll live. Didn't even bruise. But...I can see it is a lot different for you. You....care for him."

"Not by choice." you snarked and then became agitated. "I mean...I feel like this is my fault and I...I can't do this!"

"How in the world is this your fault Josie? He's the one who combined alcohol with pills which caused his meltdown and hallucinations...not you."

"Because I should have just left him alone and kept my mouth shut. I think I triggered something in him, I don't know! I should have never even went over but I was worried about him when he didn't answer my texts. I was scared he had hurt himself again....are you sure he's alright???"

"Yes..or I would not have left him. I actually just got home shortly before you texted me. I stayed ever since you left yesterday. He had went up to his room and crashed. Wouldn't let me in or talk to me. After he had fallen asleep, I went in his room and laid in the recliner to watch over him. Later, about 3 am, he got up and I made him the soup I had brought. He ate it without saying a word and went back to bed. I then left about 6 am after I checked on him once more. He was sound asleep so I felt it was safe to go."

You thought you would feel better knowing that Lee was alright, but you didn't, because he clearly was not alright, not emotionally...and Orlando said he wouldn't even speak, and you hadn't heard from him either, but you figured he was humiliated and felt awful for what he had done. He certainly was yesterday when he realized it...and you were even feeling terrible for striking him. Not to mention, you told him to stay away from you and never come near you again.

"God...I don't even know what to do Orlando! Part of me wants to reach out to him and the other part of me is screaming not to. I..I don't even know how I got myself into this mess..." You let out a heavy sigh. "I....like taking risks...I like to feel adrenaline once in awhile. That's all because of Jason. We were so close and ...now he's gone and I don't know what to do with myself."

"But I don't feel that's why I am so drawn to Lee. I mean, When I met him in the hospital, I had no way of knowing what he was dealing with and I was still...sucked right in...and.."

You could feel the pressure in the back of your throat and the burn in your eyes of an oncoming breakdown. Orlando certainly didn't need this but you had no one else to talk to about Lee. It would have been Jason. You both told each other everything about stuff like this. Everyone else worked with Lee, including Nurse Amy who was also your friend. Your childhood best friend, Emily, from Galway, was always there for you even through all the distance as you both kept in touch constantly and went to visit each other when it was permittable with yours and her schedules. She would be here for Jason's funeral but that was 4 days away yet.

"I like taking risks too sometimes. I think everyone does once in awhile." Orlando said in an attempt to make you feel better about your choices.

"Yeah...but...I tend to run from it too. I mean, maybe I'm a little gun shy anymore because of things I have been through...and us March's are well known for running away from the things that are supposed to be good for them...and maybe that means I'm better off alone."

Here it came...the dreaded tears and spaz out moment as your anxiety took over. These were things you did in private as you were so uncomfortable crying in front of anyone. You had to protect yourself from that vulnerability side because it had been taken advantage of one too many times...you kept your walls of brick so high, that not even the golly green giant could climb over them....but Lee did...a beautiful giant he was.

Orlando tried to comfort you as he laid his hand on your back, but you panicked at his touch.

"I am just terrible at anything anymore! I drive myself and others crazy with my expectations! I tried it for awhile with Lee, thinking this could be different, that he was different but it just isn't! I'm scared as fuck of him and not physically! I don't know what to do because I can't stop what I am feeling for him! What is wrong with me??"

Orlando was taken aback at how much you truly cared for his best friend. he knew that you did, but not to such an extent...and it crushed him because he knew he would never have a chance with you now.

Ok...ok...come one, try to breathe. Just breathe."

His words flooded your mind in Lee's voice from when you first met him...and now you felt even worse, if that were at all possible.

Orlando got up and brought you a glass of water.

"Well...so you know, there is nothing wrong with you...and you pack quite the punch. Remind me to never piss you off."

He smiled and went to get the bandage for your hand, then wrapped you all up as gently as he could. All you could envision was Lee wrapping your burnt hand which was now almost healed.

"There. I hope this helps...and for the record...I will keep all this to myself.....Are you ok now? You know...it is alright to cry sometimes. We all need to release those emotions. If we don't, it only makes things worse."

"Yeah...judging from my meltdown just now, you should know. God..I am sorry Orlando, for laying all of this on you. I swear it was not my intentions."

"All is forgiven...just don't ever let it happen again."

He joked and smiled the sweetest smile.

And there you were...smiling too. He had helped you through an almost anxiety attack, something that wasn't easy for people to do.

"Thank you...so much...for listening to my rants, and for taking care of my hand...and...and just for helping me in general...being willing to conceal all of this without me even asking you to. I..I am really glad I met you Dr. Bloom. I like you. You're good man."

"Thank you...I...ummm. I like you too miss March. Very much."

"I gotta get going or I would stay longer...I mean if you had wanted me too...but...I can see you desperately need sleep and I have errands to take care of for the funeral. Text me later?"

That made Orlando's day. "Sure...absolutely. Go...get your stuff done and get some rest."

You gave him a light peck on the cheek and left.

Lee went into his living room with a beer and a bag of weed. He knew neither were any better for him, but he was trying to stay away from the hard stuff and pills, if not for his sake, at least for yours.

He stood talking out loud to you.

"I'm violent, barbaric and probably even toxic, but...all that seems really stupid now so..."

Lee popped open the beer and continued on.

"So...here's to you Jo...sweet angelic Jo....Run. Run as far as you can from me. Save yourself."

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kunikinnie · 3 years ago

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a/n: since "finding out Fukuzawa is their s/o's father" is a thing, I wanted to try a reverse one where Fukuzawa finds out first HAHA idk why these are so long lol

(accidentally) confessing to Fukuzawa they've fallen for his daughter/son

featuring: Dazai, Kunikida x GN!Reader

Dazai Osamu

It was around midnight when someone came knocking on his front door. As expected, it was you. Well, to be more specific it was Dazai who knocked and was carrying a very drunk and very passed out you.

"I'm sorry I wasn't able to watch over Y/N better," he says apologetically to Fukuzawa. It was admirable how he tried to keep his tone formal as he would at work since the alcohol has definitely loosened him quite a bit.

He sighs as he lets the two of you in. "It's no problem. I apologize on their behalf for bringing them all the way here. It's always you who does this-"

"Oh it's nothing," Dazai says as he gently places you on your bed. "It's really nothing..."

Fukuzawa notices that his gaze lingers on your face. It contained a sort of gentle sadness he's not seen on Dazai's face before.

"I'm sorry, boss."

"What for?"

"I'm so sorry..." his voice trails off again but his eyes remained on you. Was he talking to you, to Fukuzawa, or to himself? If it were anyone else, your father would've suspected that that 'sorry' meant they'd done something to you. But the man in front of him was someone you trusted and someone Fukuzawa would learn to trust too

"Anyway, I should get going. It's getting late, no?"

He walks back to the door and bows his head, preparing to leave your humble abode. But after just one step outside the door he stops, turns around to face your father once more, and stares at him

His eyes were filled with a conviction to speak and a determination to understand. Has the alcohol wore off a bit?

"Is it wrong?"

"What is?"

"That I want to be the only one who does this for them." His words drip with strong but conflicting feelings. The intensity almost takes Fukuzawa aback. He's always had a suspicion but he never dwelt on the thought much

"It's... not entirely wrong," he says as he carefully chooses his words. "As long as there is no ill-intention, then I suppose it's understandable."

"I love Y/N," he says without missing a beat "and I promise it's nothing but the purest kind. Will you still allow me to do things like this for them?"

Fukuzawa smiles gently at him, admiring his honesty and bravery in confiding his true feelings. "Of course."

"Really?" His voice was hopeful yet careful. "Am I someone who you can trust them with even if I don't trust myself? What if I hurt them?"

"You're a good man, Dazai. There's nothing to worry about."

He's not sure if it's his drunken stupor or natural personality that switches Dazai's somber mood to a more cheerful one, but either way he tightly hugs Fukuzawa and cries onto his yukata

"Thanks so much, pops! I love you-"

"Know your limits." Your father gently pushes his head away and tries to pry him off. He's definitely a strange one, but if this is the man you love then he wouldn't mind being subjected to this from time to time

"Of course the final decision is Y/N's."

"Yes sir, got that sir."

A goofy smile is plastered on his face as he steps out the door (finally) and salutes goodbye.

"See you tomorrow, sir! Toodles to you and Y/N, sir!"

Kunikida Doppo

Fukuzawa called Kunikida to his office after yesterday's incident

He said harsh things to you (presumably out of stress) and it's his duty as the president of the Agency to iron out issues between his employees

"Is it difficult having Y/N under your wing?"

"No, sir"

"You've been quite distressed recently, and I'm not the only one who noticed that," he says with full concern. According to the others it was because of you but why exactly they did not mention. If he were to guess, it was related to the mission two weeks ago.

"You and I both know how troublesome they can get. But if it will ease your worries, then I can leave Y/N in someone else's care-"

"That's- That's not necessary." Kunikida's face grew more agitated, leaving his mentor all the more confused.

"Are you sure? I'm sure Y/N wouldn't mind. You've known each other for so long so I'm sure they'd hate to cause you so much stress."

Kunikida's known the two of you for years now, specifically when he was still training under Fukuzawa. You've only joined the Agency a few months ago and your father decided it was best to have someone you were most comfortable with to guide you around. Clearly his judgement was incorrect.

"I'm sure, sir. I deeply apologize for my behavior. I-I have no excuses and I'll accept any punishment you deem necessary."

"You've already apologized to Y/N, so there's no need for such measures. But it's clear something's still bothering you.

"It's-"

"Yes?"

"I..." Kunikida's planned more than a thousand ways of confessing his true thoughts to the man he respected the most, but this was not one of them. He couldn't say it. Not now, not like this-

Fukuzawa's patient gaze did nothing to soothe his nerves. If anything, it pressured him even more to come clean

"I have... feelings for Y/N" he says in a rush and his voice gradually gets weaker. It was still quite clear, however

Fukuzawa nods slightly. "I see." He takes a sip of his tea and relishes its flavor as his mind processes the revelation. It feels stupid of him to not have realized sooner (although he might have assumed Kunikida's actions toward you were nothing more than brotherly affection) but it all makes sense now.

His strange behavior started after you went on your first (although quite casual) date with an acquaintance of yours, and it only heightened after that mission where you took a bullet to save Kunikida's life. The frustration must have eaten him alive since then, especially if he'd been harboring feelings for you for so long. Poor guy.

Unfortunately Fukuzawa's musings, done in tense silence, leaves the man in front of him guessing his thoughts and becomes even more rattled. Of course it's natural if he's against this after how much he messed up.

"The current arrangement will be maintained, then. Is that alright with you?"

"Y-yes, of course! But is it really fine with you, President?"

"As long as you know what to do."

A small smile graces Fukuzawa's face as he sees the relief on his protégé's face. He's someone he trusted more than anyone else in the Agency and although Kunikida may be a little lost at times, his heart is always in the right place.

"But sort out yourself first before confronting them. Make sure this doesn't happen again."

"U-understood."

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seacottons · 4 years ago

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reaper ; — k.hj x reader

pairing: hongjoong x reader, platonic wooyoung x reader

wc: 5k

notes: i guess this is horror? pft. idk. mild violence. set in the late 80s? early 90s? technology isn't prevalent here so- yeah. probably needs to be proofread but i'm too sleepy as of now. maybe tomorrow. also, happy hongjoong day 🤍

synopsis: after an accident leaves three of your friends dead and one in a coma, you and wooyoung struggle with living expenses and piling medical bills. in the midst of it all, you’re stalked by strangers who resemble your deceased friends.

"Bad day at the tavern, Woo?" You asked, arms wrapping around the black-haired man who stood over the stovetop. A gentle fire simmered the stew he was cooking, a thin sheen of oil and spices pooling on the surface. He nodded with a grim frown and tight jaw, shoulders tense as he stirred a ladle into the pot.

"Got in a fight with some asshole who thought he didn't have to pay for shit," he grumbled back. You frowned at the sight of a bruise on his jaw, and he caught your gaze before scoffing incredulously.

"Don't look at me like that. This is nothing," he quipped hastily, voice thin with resignation.

"I think I have some leftover ointment for that," you sighed, turning away to fetch the item. After dinner, the two of you sat in silence as you tended to his bruises and cuts, your brows furrowing into a glare as you wrapped his finger with scraps of linen you managed to find," You should be more careful with people like that."

"We need the money," he retorted gently, "Mr. Lee would've taken it out of my paycheck if I had let the guy go without paying."

"At the expense of you getting hurt?" He ignored the glare you sent his way.

"We need every silver coin and more right now, y/n," he exhaled softly, leaning back against the old headboard of your bed, "Yeosang's medical bills aren't getting cheaper, and we promised the landlord we'll pay her this month." He groaned, reaching up to massage his temple with a tight frown, "And I can't keep making you work two shifts every day. I see the toll it's having on you."

"I told you I'm fine," you gave him a hard stare, defensively crossing your arms above your chest, "We both work overtime, so it won't be fair of me to just throw all the responsibility on you."

He gave you a tired smile, eyes fluttering shut as he hummed back a reply. Bringing you into his arms, he placed a gentle kiss onto your temple, before cradling your head against his chest while laying down, "I'll always be grateful to still have you with me."

Wooyoung sleeping in your bed alongside you became a silent agreement of some sort months ago when he couldn't bear to sleep alone in the other room he and Yeosang shared. Since then, the two of you found comfort in each other's arms, so much so that it became difficult to sleep without the warmth of his arms wrapped securely around your frame every night.

You sat in a comfortable silence, eyes closed as you relaxed back in your seat while holding Yeosang's delicate hand. The occasional beep of the IV machine and other monitors filled the air of the small room. You peek one eye open to look at Wooyoung, his back turned to you as he gazes out of the window. Neither of you speak for a while.

"You really think the doctor's words are guaranteed? That he'll wake up soon?"

You watched from your spot as Wooyoung leaned over the blonde-haired male, his hands brushing the hair away from his closed eyes. He appeared to be in a very deep and peaceful slumber.

"Yeah. I'm sure–.. I know he will. Things will get better for all of us," he drawled out tiredly, a soft smile finding itself onto his visage as he turned to gaze at your hand grasping Yeosang's limp one, eyes puffy from his crying session last night, "I know it."

An hour later, a nurse peeks her head in to politely state that you two have exceeded your visiting time. The two of you bid your friend farewell and left the hospital.

"I'm actually going to run by the cemetery real quick before my shift starts," you explained while walking down the road with the other by your side, half frozen autumn leaves crunching beneath your boots.

Wooyoung pulled you into a tight hug, hand reaching up to tussle your locks, "Alright, please be careful. I'll see you later, alright?," he readjusted the scarf around your neck with his gloved hands, "We'll have fried fish tonight, your favorite. Don't overwork yourself at work again!"

Tears nearly welled in your eyes, knowing fully well behind his cheerful demeanor hid a scared and tired being. The unspeakable pain behind his eyes killed you on the inside. He overworked himself both physically and mentally, and you can only wish you can rid some of the burden off of his shoulders.

You were just as hurt by the circumstances that the both of you were in, but watching his mental health erode with each day was A lump formed in your throat, and instead of replying, you merely flashed him a smile, not trusting your voice.

You pressed a quick peck to his cheek only to laugh as he flinched away from your freezing lips, your laughter escaping as puffs of white in the frigid air. You bid him farewell and waved back as the two of you separated.

The low mist enshrouding the cemetery did very little to bring warmth in the early hours of the morning. Your hands absentmindedly brushed along the dew covered grass as your eyes fixated onto the inscription on one of the three tombstones.

Where there are flowers, there are butterflies.

"It's your birthday next month, Joong," you muse to the grave in front of you, "I'll make sure to spend the day here with you and the others when the time comes."

You adjusted your position on the grass, the gentle beams of sunlight sparkling in the beads of dew around you. Sitting cross legged, you reminisced the times you spent with the male and the other two friends that shared his fate.

"Wait— how come you get to be the flower? You should be the butterfly instead," you whined whilst poking his cheek.

With a playful quirk of his brow, he reached up to lightly flick your forehead before pulling you closer for a gentle kiss, "You're the butterfly, because you always bug me, baby."

You smiled to yourself at the memory, reaching down to admire the various flowers that have finally bloomed on Hongjoong's grave. Similar blossoms and flowering vines were planted and grown onto the other two graves to the right.

"I miss you so much."

You startled at the sight of a small butterfly fluttering over your head, only to smile once it landed on the purple blossom. You stilled your frame in fear of scaring it off, and watched as it flapped its blue wings subtly.

A small lizard peeked through the gaps of leaves, sharply and swiftly clamping its mouth onto the butterfly. It struggled to keep the bug in its mouth, its head shaking rapidly as the insect wriggled in its hold. Moments later, the bug stilled and the lizard scampered off with its prey.

You stood up, shoulders slumping as you gave the three graves a smile and a wave, "See you guys tomorrow. I love you."

You tightened the sweater around your frame as you made yourself out the gates of the cemetery, sighing in annoyance at the lingering and dense fog. It was difficult to even make out the next tree as you made your way back to town. You faintly hear the sound of a crow's caw in the distance and peer down onto the ground as you feel a tremor beneath your feet. Your head snapped up in time to have a large vehicle's headlights reflect in your wide eyes.

You somehow couldn't quite grasp what day it was, or even what happened at work earlier. Your head spun as if you had just awoken from a drunken stupor.

The sun had set and the moonlight washed the town with a silvery blue hue. Flames flickered within the numerous lampposts and pebbles crunched beneath your feet as you walked through the familiar cobblestone path back home. The streets were deserted. Many buildings were left with shattered windows, small plants and moss growing in the most delicate fissures on their walls. Plastered advertisements and papers on the walls and lampposts looked withered and aged, drooping forward and swaying with the gentle breeze. It was quite an odd sight to see. The once boisterous town strangely felt like a ghost town.

You shrugged off the ominous feeling growing in the pit of your stomach as you trudged along back home.

Along the way, you crossed the hospital where Yeosang was kept. You peeked back to glance at the building, your eyes immediately catching sight of a figure who stood behind a third story window. Furrowing your brows, you turned around to continue walking, the sight of the stranger leaving a bitter feeling in your heart.

The male had the same patch of silver hair as—

Suddenly, your feet came to a halt and you turned back frantically, but the figure was gone. In its place, the blue curtain of Yeosang's room swayed gently with the wind.

Shaking your head, you continued your path whilst rubbing your tired eyes.

"I probably just had a long day," you explained to nobody.

In the distance, there crouched a dark figure, his hands caressing the top of a stray cat's head. You met eyes with the stranger moments later, and you paused in your tracks, your heart dropping down to the floor and leaping into your throat almost simultaneously.

"San?" the figure's lips stretched into a wide grin at your acknowledgement, before he stood up straight to face you. Your legs shook and threatened to give under the sudden weight of your body, "San? Is that really you?"

"Long time no see, y/n."

He silently nodded, arm extending to beckon you forward with a small smile. You took a small step forward, brows furrowing in confusion, "But this can't be you. You're dead."

"Your eyesight is still horrible, I see," he drawled out with a roll of his eyes. You stood inches away from him, eyes widening in disbelief. He sounded like and resembled your late friend with a terrifying accuracy. With a trembling hand you reached forward to cup his cheek, eyes glassy with unshed tears.

"You're..," you trailed off, eyes briefly glancing to your right at the reflection of the store glass window. Your reflection grasped at nothing but thin air, and you quickly retracted your hand from his face, eyes wide, "You're not real, are you?"

In an instant, the bright smile vanished and his gaze hardened into a dark expression. He silently bore holes into your head as a gentle breeze swayed his ebony and silver locks over his eyes. You took two hesitant steps back, and a blur of black flew towards you at an inhumane pace, your back roughly slamming onto the cobblestones underneath you.

Your brain scrambled to process what had just happened, eyes widening as San gripped your two wrists above your head with one hand, the other reaching down to wrap his lithe fingers around the column of your neck to squeeze hard. You released a pained cry, face contorting into a harsh wince. The heel of his palm dug painfully in the middle of your clavicles.

With eyes wide as saucers, you frantically kicked at your heels, hitting his frame repeatedly in an attempt to escape his clutches. Your attempt was futile as he released a growl, eyes practically slits as he seethed down at you, his grip tightening at an unbelievable level.

You wheezed, mouth falling open as you choked out his name, before furiously and blindingly sending a stomp onto his crotch repeatedly, your other leg jutting high to kick at his shoulder. It loosened his grip just enough for you to wriggle away, knees buckling as you attempted to stand up, heels kicking at the floor as you scrambled up, desperately trying to create as much distance as possible.

His eyes spoke of unfathomable fury as he regained his composure, taking two big strides to reach you.

Hastily rising to your feet, you dove in an alleyway and into the dark, mind not even processing your whereabouts as you quickly attempted to flee.

Your mind was in shambles as you ducked past clothes lines and the multiple abandoned carts near one of the taverns by the tea shop you worked at.

Turning around another corner, you collided with a strong chest, and you stumbled back at the sight of San's dark eyes peering down at you with a miffed expression. You gasped, face draining of color and chest heaving as you stumbled back and away from him. His chest rose with heavy breathing, brows knitted together furiously as he scurried after you.

"Y/n, y/n," he tsked in amusement, voice chiming like he was singing a song, "Come back, I just want to talk!"

Minutes later, the sound of his heavy footsteps ceased, but you did not have the time or courage to look back to see if he was still following you. You scrambled through dark alleyways, turning around every other corner, heart beating frantically in your ears and weak legs threatening to give way under your weight.

Tears prickled your eyes, and a sob threatened to escape your throat as you practically threw yourself against the frame of your door, fingers frantically reaching down to pull out the key from your pouch. From the corner of your eye, you spotted San madly dashing out from an alleyway to reach you, his voice growling out your name.

"Why are you running away?" He mocked, brows quirking up, "I thought we were good friends?"

Your trembling hands scrambled to unlock your door, hastily clambering in and throwing your entire weight to close it shut. A heavy weight from the other side thudded against the wooden frame, and your hands shook whilst reaching up to slide the chain into place. A loud gasp left your lips as the door jerked open slightly, the thin chain straining under the weight that threatened to break it.

"I'm hurt, y/n," a laugh escaped the man from the other side as he lodged his foot in between to keep the door ajar, voice rising as he attempted to shove himself in once more, "Don't you miss me?"

"Leave me alone!"

A hand shot from the gap of the door to clamp around the chain, rattling it viciously, as his other arm bent at an awkward angle to coil his fingers around the side of your neck, "Come out, y/n. I just want to talk," he chimed.

A sudden surge of strength overtook your frame and you threw your weight forward, successfully ramming the door shut against his arms. You expected to hear a cry of pain, but a chime of laughter sent a chill down your spine. With furrowed brows, you repeated the action, slamming the door continuously onto his hands and fingers, the sounds of bones and tendons snapping making you cry out in anguish.

Your hands trembled as you quickly locked the door with the key, stumbling back onto the floor as the knob shook threateningly. The door and chain rattled under the heavy kicks the male delivered from the other side, The impact of his frame against the other side shaking the door slightly. You fell onto your bottom, wobbly knees finally giving in, hands clutching your gaping mouth, and tears silently streaming down your face. You can practically feel the smile in his words, "It's okay. You'll come out eventually."

The dark shadow of his figure disappeared moments later.

When you woke, you weren't exactly sure when or how you fell asleep. You couldn't quite grasp the memories of the night prior. Sitting up, you emit a disoriented groan before realizing you weren't in your bedroom, but rather in the waiting room in the hospital Yeosang resided in. Peering around in confusion, you took account of the night sky, brows furrowing as you scrambled to find the nearest clock. It was well past midnight and visitors weren't even allowed at this ungodly hour.

The room was vacant, and you couldn't make out any figures of the receptionists through the pebbled sliding-windows. Your hand grasped the doorknob of the entrance door, only for you to sigh in frustration after finding it locked. You turn to the other side of the room only to find the door to the main halls of the ICU left ajar ever so slightly.

You called for any doctor or nurse, but you were met with silence. After much contemplating, you decided to make your way through the long corridors of the hospital, your steps reverberating throughout the empty halls. Where are the attendants, and why is a place like the ICU empty?

If you were stuck in here, you might as well stay in your friend's room. The lights from the mounted sconces petered out against the wall and casted the hallway with a warm glow.

After much turning and walking, you reached the end of the hall, hand reaching for the doorknob when the hallway lights wavered for a second. You peered to the side in confusion, before entering the room, only to stop after a step.

The room was empty, the sheets on the bed untouched and perfectly made. A hiss of air from the corridor startled you, and just as you snapped your head back, the lightbulb above you flickered rapidly before it shattered along with the windows, showering your shocked form with glass shards.

The room was engulfed in darkness, save for the streaks of moonlight filtering past the curtains. You jostled up from where you fell from shock, legs feeling useless as you crawled back out of the room with trembling limbs. Not wanting to look back, you clutched the wall for support before hastily speeding through the endless turns of the hallway.

Corner after corner, panic settled through your system because these were definitely not the same hallway layouts you remembered and memorized like the back of your hand. They were endless and vacant, and you felt like a helpless little mouse in a vast maze. As you quickened your pace into a panicked dash, the windows and light sconces on the wall flickered and shattered with every step you took, and you hastily covered your head and face from the flying glass.

This isn't real, you thought. It can't be real.

"Y/n!"

You froze in your spot, breath caught in your throat as you clamped a hand over your mouth to swallow back a scream threatening to slip past your lips. Did you hear correctly, or was that part of your imagination?

"Y/n," the familiar voice spoke once more.

Your heart hammered against your ribcage as you daringly poked your head from the corner and into the other hallway. Blood pounded past your ears, and it took more than a second to realize there was a figure of a man at the end of the very long and dark corridor.

He took a step forward and the soft moonlight pouring from the window beside him illuminated his figure, and your breath faltered at the sight of the man's smiling face.

"Seonghwa?"

"What are you running away from, y/n?"

You couldn't properly form a reply at his remark, hands reaching up to rub at your tear pricked eyes. A sob bubbled its way up to escape your throat at the sight of your late friend who merely chuckled at your tears.

"Missed me that much, hm?" he mused, shoulders shaking with an amused chortle, "Why don't you come here and give me hug? You know I don't like seeing you cry."

You couldn't help it as a gnawing feeling of unrest settled in the pit of your stomach. A shudder traveled down your spine, goosebumps decorating your arms, and hair standing on the back of your neck. Your mind couldn't pinpoint what exactly it was that had you so disturbed, but your body displayed all the signs. His tone felt off, and you realize he's playing with you. Toying with you. A small distant voice in your head told you to get away.

A sudden thought found its ways into your mind.

Where was his shadow?

Sensing your hesitation, the friendly expression on his face soon dropped, making way for a stone-cold frown and unamused eyes.

"Y/n."

His cold voice snapped you out of your thoughts, and you take a hesitant step back, words slipping out before you even processed them, "I know you're not real."

The feral look that overtakes his expression has you reeling back, and you took off running in the opposite direction. Glass crunches beneath your shoes as you dashed from corridor to corridor, lungs burning and muscles aching from the rush of adrenaline. He called for you repeatedly, and you didn't dare turn back to see how far he's caught up with you. With every turn, his voice grew louder and closer, before a flash of black sends you flying back onto the floor. Your body skids onto the ground, shards of glass pricking at your skin. With a rush of adrenaline fueling your system, you hardly wince as you scrambled back from the towering figure, glass piercing your skin in the process.

You feel an excruciating burst of pain in your foot, and before you had the opportunity to pull your leg back, he slams his foot down onto your ankle once more, grinding the joint roughly with his boot. A loud cry of pain escapes your throat and you to struggle wildly to escape his unrelenting grip.

You glance up and through your tears, you make out the gleam of a large piece of glass in Seonghwa's hands, his threatening, blown out pupils pinning you down like trapped prey. Turning the large shard in his hand to examine it, he hums sarcastically before peering down at you with a quirked brow, "You know, I'm offended." Kneeling down to your level, he traces your cheek with a glass, watching your skin split at the action and beads of blood oozing out from the scratch, "And here I thought we were such good, close friends."

Without missing a beat, your hands flew to grasp the shard, roughly ripping it into the soft tissue of his eye and slipping past his frame to stagger to the nearest broken window. You hear a groan from behind you as he doubles over in shock, blood overflowing from his ruptured eye and spilling down his scowling face. Pain surged with every step you took, but if this was your only option to escape, you think maybe the idea of couple of broken bones doesn't sound too bad.

Hastily, you stepped over the windowsill, your arms and legs catching on the jagged teeth of glass remaining, your clothes tearing in the process. You took a sharp inhale before curiously taking a look back at Seonghwa one last time. The sight of him lunging after you has you falling forward and out of the window. It felt as if gravity had slowed the pace of your fall, and you held eye contact with Seonghwa as your frame descended down from the third story floor. Darkness fogged your eyesight, his figure vanishing within the black abyss.

The impact hit you like a truck, and you sat up with a loud intake of breath on your warm bed. Your chest heaved heavily as you took in your surroundings. You suddenly realize you're in Wooyoung and Yeosang's shared room that hasn't been occupied in months. Your eyes fall onto your feet, and your brows furrow in confusion as a sudden thought invades your head.

You faintly remember your ankle being crushed, but it seemed to feel just fine now. When you attempted to recall why you thought it had been broken, it felt like your mind was searching for a forgotten and fragmented memory. After calming your breathing and thoughts, you sit up to go and find your friend.

You called Wooyoung's name repeatedly, but the silence you were met with indicated he wasn't home.

Peering into your room, you hoped to find him sleeping, however your eyes landed on the wall, the sight of messily painted words catching your attention almost immediately.

Where there are flowers, there are butterflies.

Painted flowers and butterflies littered the wall, the excess ink dripping down into lines onto the wooden floorboards.

"Do you like it?"

You jumped at the voice behind you, swiftly turning around to meet the sight of a familiar head of blue hair. You stood there, mouth agape as you silently stared long and hard at the man that once held and loved you in his arms. A long silence followed suit, hanging in the air like the calm before a storm. A breeze hardly stirred from the open window and not a sound could be heard save for the pounding of your heartbeat in your ears.

The forbidding, subtle grin displayed on his features filled you with dread, and the mere sight of him gave your brain a debilitating shock. Your knees couldn't hold your weight any longer, and with buckling limbs, you were sent crashing down onto the floor, the look of disbelief and horror never leaving your expression.

You stared at him but it felt like you couldn't quite focus your gaze on him as he peered down at you in mock pity, a condescending smile playing on his lips. His dark gaze seared you as he crouched down to meet your eye level, hand reaching to cup your cheek as he leaned in to press numerous kisses onto your lips. The gesture was void of the warmth and care you remembered, and you sat still as he trailed fleeting kisses down your the column of your neck, his lips attaching fervently onto your clavicles.

"I missed you so much," you began, catching his attention. Pulling away from your irritated flesh, he quirked his brows at your words, hands brushing the hair out of your face as he let out a chuckle. His finely-chiseled face, illuminated by the oil lamps on the wall, broke into a fond expression. Pulling you close to his frame, he pressed your head against his chest, head dipping to kiss into your hair.

"Do you really?" Your brows furrowed slightly, eyes blinking away the tears as you wrapped your arms around his torso, head pressed against his chest. It's been too long without the feeling of your lover's arms around you. It's just been way too long for you, "If you miss me that much then-"

While nuzzling his chest, you come to realization he lacked a heartbeat, and with that thought striking your mind like lightning, you detached yourself from his form instantly. He eyed your trembling form without any sign of amusement.

"Don't look at me like that!" Cowering back against the wall, you broke into screams of despair, fingers pulling handfuls of your hair as you shook your head rapidly, "You're dead— you're not real!" you slapped the heels of your palms against your temple repeatedly, eyes scrunched shut, "Not real! Not real! This is all just my imagination!"

He released a chilling laugh that traveled down your spine and left your fingers and toes numbingly cold. A sudden gust of wind sent the crispy, autumn leaves scampering wildly into the window while also extinguishing the lamplights that illuminated the room, plunging it into darkness.

You only had a second to register his close proximity, your pupils dilating instantly, before a hand latched onto your throat, ramming your head back against the wall in the process. His vice-like, lithe fingers squeezed around your windpipe, successfully blocking your air flow as you squirmed in his relentless hold, lungs burning and diaphragm spasming.

"You'll join me so we can be together again, hm?"

The fist around your throat choked your response, and he tilted his head with a mocking smile, "I'm sorry, what was that?"

His hold only faltered ever so slightly to give you enough air to speak, "I don't want to die," your reply was a little more than a ghost of a breath.

"But, baby," his fingers coiled around your neck, pressing unforgivingly hard until your darkening vision littered with stars, "don't you realize you're already on the brink of death. Just give in, y/n. Don't keep fighting."

The silence of the atmosphere contributed to the solemnity in the air, and despite the clear blue skies and warm sun, there was a relentless chill in Wooyoung's heart. The black-haired male crouched down over the grave, gently placing a small bundle of roses onto the base of the tombstone.

"Happy birthday, Joong," he mused sadly, his puffy, tired eyes flickering over to the sides where the other tombstones lay.

"I'm so sorry for breaking my promise," he blinked rapidly to rid himself of the stinging tears threatening to spill, nose scrunching slightly as he sniffled, "I should've been there that day- shouldn't have let y/n come here alone- and.."

"You know nothing was your fault, Woo. Stop blaming yourself for something you had no control of."

A hand clutched his shoulder, and he peered with tear-filled eyes to give the blonde male a grateful smile, before turning back to the grave, "Yeosang's awake now though and- and the doctors said that y/n's case isn't as bad as his was, so we have hope."

"Y/n is a stubborn fighter," Yeosang offered the other a small smile, crouching down to rub his trembling friend's back, "Everything will be okay in due time."

"I hope so.. and I hope you'll forgive me, Hongjoong," Wooyoung murmured, watching two small butterflies flutter and chase each other around the blossoming flowers atop of Hongjoong's grave.

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princeanxious · 4 years ago

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Trust is a Fragile, Fickle Demon.

Pairing: Analogical

Fandom: Sanders sides

Warnings: hurt/comfort, happy ending, mentions of childhood trauma, mentions of mental abuse, mentions of abusive parent, mentioned of past betrayed trust, trust issues, let me know if i missed anything!

Wordcount: 1.9k words

(A/n): this is sort of a short one, idk that im very proud of it, its written a little differently than I normally write so let me know if ya’ll like it? I tried!

Trust was something earned, gained, given, not expected. At least, to Logan, thats how it’d always been. The omega had learned young the mistake of trusting anyone so readily, a freely given token of connection that only served to hurt him in the long run.

Even now, Logan was aware his upbringing had been slightly rougher than his common peers. His therapists all readily, or subtly, pointed out that his alcoholic alpha of a single father who never should have been a parent to begin with was undoubtedly the root cause of many of his issues.

First of all of them was the lasting trauma of the emotional abuse he’d endured as a child and teenager. Never smart enough, never quiet enough, never clean enough. He was never enough, he was never going to be enough. He was a weak, broken, and useless omega in his father's eyes, and would never amount to anything more. And while he never wanted to believe it, often said he never believed any of it, he could only confidently say he didn’t truly believe even just part of it by the time he was 23.

Another was that he’d never been given any freedom to do as he pleased when he was younger. He never got to visit friends or do anything more fun than read at the library(and boy did he read any chance that he got back then). His first real social outing was when Roman, his then longtime college roommate and current best friend, had playfully offered for him to come join him to go buy icecream at midnight. But, that story is better saved for a different time.

All you need to know is that, that midnight ice cream became a bi-weekly routine, and the other omega learned more about Logan than he thought he’d ever get out of the closed off nerd that night. Perhaps one could even go so far to say that Roman was the reason Logan ever even dared to go to a therapist in the first place.

Logan had become very stunted from the childhood neglect he’d endured. Omegas had many self-soothing mannerisms built into their primal instincts to comfort themselves when stressed, like purring when upset(was well as when happy or content!) and nesting to decompress or hide in a safe zone when stressed. And well, Logan had pretty much stifled his purring by the time he was 14, and.. Completely stopped nesting by the time he was 9.

There had been no point, and both had become increasingly dangerous to do as he grew older. Anytime his father caught him purring, the Alpha would berate him for being ungrateful, seeing it as a weakness. And no matter how well he’d try to hide his safety nests, his father would inevitably find them and destroy them. Far too many afternoons were ruined when he came home to find his father in a drunken stupor and his newest safe haven wrecked beyond repair, and stinking to high heaven of alcohol and aggressive, angry alpha pheromones.

So he gave up. He gave up trying to make the nests in hopes for comfort, in hopes for a safe haven to hide away. The longest he’d gotten was hiding away in his closet for periods of a time before his father decided it didn’t deserve a closeable door anymore.

Roman had been horrified, and promptly dragged the other omega into his own nest in distress. They spent hours like that, Logan sobbing and tucked up tenderly into Roman’s protective embrace as the omega purred and crooned comfortingly enough for the both of them.

It would be Roman to encourage Logan to begin nesting again. They’d made a whole day out of it, going out and buying brand new nesting materials along with comfort food and rented movies. Slowly but surely, Logan rebuilt his nest for the first time in a little over 10 years, and he was in heaven. And day by day, every time he came home to it intact and undisturbed, Logan’s psyche was assured just a little more that the nest was safe, that he was finally safe.

And no one could really be surprised that Logan became viscerally protective of his nest, even more so than the average omega, at that. The first time they realized this, one of their mutual friends, a beta named Patton, had suddenly come close to his nest in excitement over the new addition. Logan had snarled loudly and aggressively before he’d even processed moving to guard his nest from the approaching threat. When Patton had taken multiple careful steps back in shock, Logan finally snapped out of the defensive mindset and realized what had happened. He’d apologized profusely, and was quick to try and make amends.

Patton understood the justified reaction after some light explanation and waved off the apologies immediately. Logan, though mortified at his own surprising lapse in control, was grateful that there had at least been no hard feelings in the end.

Safe to say, their friend group and subsequently any new friends made in the future would be warned, “Don’t approach, or touch, Logan’s nest.” And it was fine. Things were even looking up, Logan had started truly healing, and trusting people started to become a little less difficult!

So it would really come as a surprise to everyone, let alone Logan himself, when he started developing a small crush on the kind and patient(if a little anxious) Alpha who nearly daily visited the library Lo worked at to study. It was an honest shock, but, perhaps it wasn’t the worst thing in the world..?

Logan had never seriously considered dating another until Virgil came around, and the prospect of dating an alpha was frankly terrifying. But, Virgil was nice, he was caring and gentle with him, and yet unwaveringly respectful. He’d listen to Logan ramble about stars for hours and never interrupt him, only asking questions when Logan’s voice lulled or allowed him to speak. Virgil encouraged this, wanting Logan to open up and ramble and talk without fear of being shut down.

Roman had told Logan it was obvious Virgil was crushing hard on Logan, that they both had it bad for one another it seemed. Of course, nothing had to come of it if Logan didn’t want it to! But the thing was, he did. He did want something to come of it, if at the very least they could just remain friends.

It took a few more months, but Virgil eventually worked up enough confidence to ask Logan out, and the unwavering, almost immediate ‘Yes,’ had almost taken Virgil off guard. They wouldn’t share their first kiss for another few weeks, but neither of them minded.

Virgil slowly but surely was given the whole story, and expressed his own quiet outrage in the form of promising to never let that happen again, nor let Logan’s father near him again. It was a protective sentiment that almost scared Logan, but the protectiveness was born out of love and compassion, not selfishness and hate. So he let it slide, and contently tucked himself into Virgil’s warm embrace with a soft “thank you,” and the first very soft but very happy purr that he’d let out in years.

This alpha, he’d find him telling himself a year and a half into their relationship, this alpha was the one that would be allowed into his nest.

It didn’t bother Virgil personally, that he wasn’t allowed into his omega’s nest. No one was allowed near the nest except him, and even then he still got growled at plenty. He was completely aware that Logan had a deep instinctual fear of the destruction of his nest, sewn by the only parent he’d had growing up doing just that out of malice. Logan had made strides in his journey of healing though. The omega was confident in himself, and refused to be pushed aside or spoken over. Logan was highly independent, even during his heats, which made Virgil feel all the more love for him to be let into his omegas life.

Logan wasn’t dependent on him like society demanded he be, and Virgil didn’t mind in the slightest, because he knew Logan. He loved this omega and knew said omega loved him back. That was all that mattered to either of them.

It took another half a year before Logan finally tried breaking down some of his protective walls over his nest. He was tired, so tired of the separation. Having Virgil's scent heavily entwined with objects in his nest wasn’t enough anymore. At two years into their relationship, Logan’s instincts didn't feel the need to growl at Virgil for being near his nest anymore. He wanted Virgil in his nest, and that thought was jarring to realize.

And when he’d brought it up, Virgil had been quick to assure him that he didn’t have to force himself to let Virgil in, that Logan’s safe space was sacred and he never wanted Logan to feel pressured by anything to let him in.

Perhaps Logan kissed him soundly after that, and was reminded just how much he really loved Virgil. Virgil's insistence for Logan's comfort coming first only made him want to pull his alpha into his nest that much more.

But still, he agreed to take it slowly. Every day, Virgil would scoot a little closer to the edge of the nest, would hold Logan’s hand and stroke his hair, even sometimes daring to slowly lean over and kiss him with prior warning.

It took a full week to really prove to Virgil during their progress that they were ready to take this next step, that Logan truly and fully trusted Virgil and wanted him in his nest.

And when it finally happened, they’d made a little date out of the occasion, setting up snacks and candy, ordering take out and lining up a few documentaries to watch on Virgil’s laptop, getting into their nightclothes.

Virgil had been beyond nervous, and Logan understood why. They managed to soothe each other as everything fell into place, and Logan carefully walked Virgil step by step into his nest. With careful movements, they sat down and Virgil let himself be carefully arranged as he was leaned back into the nest. It took a second for Logan to finish tucking things against Virgil and pull a weighted comforter over them before he finally settled himself onto Virgil’s chest.

Despite their original nervousness towards the idea, everything felt right, now. Logan felt so unbelievably safe now that he was tucked into his alpha’s arms within the cocoon of his nest. It was amazing in its own right. And it takes Virgil chuckling lovingly for Logan to notice just how content they both are.

“You’re purring like crazy, L,” he murmurs with a smile, running his fingers up and down Logan’s rumbling back, “If you’re not careful you might fall asleep before we even get through the first documentary.” Logan just grins back, tilting his head to peck Virgil on the cheek.

“I see no downside to that, V, considering I’ll be falling asleep in my alpha’s safe embrace. What more could I ever want?”

Virgil flusters and hides his face in Logan’s hair as the omega laughs, hugging the other closer. Logan eventually does fall asleep in the middle of the second documentary, cuddled close and relaxed.

And really, there was no other place Logan would rather be.

#sanders sides #logan sanders #virgil sanders #analogical #luka writes #trigger warnings may apply #tw abuse mention #tw neglect mention #tw trust issues #tw childhood neglect #tw childhood trauma #hurt/comfort #happy ending #let me know if i need to tag more!#omegaverse au

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hockeyforthefirsttime · 4 years ago

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Try Again- Vince Dunn Chapter 2

AN: This happened, idk what it even is anymore

Word count: 1500

TW: Alcohol, drunk Vince, general angst

Previous parts: Prequel Chapter 1

He decides to go get just one drink with the boys from the team. Just one he tells himself. That plan goes straight out the window the second he walks in the door. Because, you are sitting in a booth and you aren’t alone. Goddamn Carter is sitting opposite of you, engaging you in a conversation he can’t catch. You look so invested in the conversation, with that goddamn infectious smile all over your lips. The worst part for Vince is that he stops dead in his tracks, making Colton bump into him.

“Hey, you okay man?”

Colton asks as he notices Vince’s halt. He doesn’t respond at once, which leads to Colton following his gaze. And he spots you, with this mystery man.

“We can go somewhere else if you want to, Dunner.”

It sounds more like a statement than a question. Regardless, it shakes Vince from his stupor, making him shake his head.

“Nah, we’re just friends, no hard feelings.”

But it sounds more like he’s trying to convince himself than anyone else. The rest of the boys seem to have noticed you as well, and when they hear what Vince says, they know it’s gonna be a long night.

It takes two shots and three beers for Vince to start acting like he usually did. You didn’t want to admit it out loud, but you had seen him enter the bar out of the corner of your eye. It's not like they are an easily missable group. Rowdy hockey boys have a way of making themselves known, even if they don’t intend to. Vince wasn’t wasted per se, but by the way you more and more frequently found yourself looking in their direction, you could tell something was up.

“So how was the first assignment from Mrs Hargrove?”

Carter asks you with a gentle smile, and you can feel the pit that has been sitting in your chest sink down to your stomach.

“It was definitely something else. Wasn’t quite prepared for getting that big of an assignment in the first week though.”

He really cares about your answer, he really does and it scares the living shit out of you, because you know this isn’t gonna work out. Not when you watch Vince throw back his third and fourth shot, and you look down at your table seeing the glass of cider you have drank half of. Carter has had one beer, in contrast to the drunken mess that is trying to get Sammy to play pool with him. Sighing deeply, you take a look over at Carter again. His eyes meet yours, and his brows furrow seeing your expression.

“You okay?”

And you swear you’re about to give him an honest answer, you really are, but you’re interrupted by Colton appearing by your side. He’s had two maybe three beers, and you know him. He has this worried expression on his face, like he’s a little lost.

“Hey, Colton what’s going on?”

You ask once you see him struggling to find the right words. You smile through the question, but you think he can see how tired your eyes are.

“He won’t shut up about you, he won’t let us take him home and I don’t know what else to do. I’m really sorry to ask this of you.”

Giving Carter an apologetic look, you get up to follow Colton.

“I’m really sorry Carter. I’ll give you a call when I’m on my way home, but I think I have to handle this one first.”

He gets up and gives you a hug before scanning your face.

“I know, just call me in the morning okay?”

Carter says with a deep sigh and a smile. And then he’s gone. The same can’t be said for Vince. You were convinced Vince would always be the life of the party. However this didn’t look like a happy gathering. It was all in the sadness of his teammates' eyes. It looked more like a pity party than anything. The boys who had come out for a drink, were just sitting around a table looking at Vince trying to not feel too sorry for him.

As you close in on the group, you get a few nods from the guys, Vince doesn’t seem to notice the weird silence that has settled around the table. Not until you are standing beside Sammy. You can feel his gaze on you as you talk to Sammy.

“Are you coming home with us?”

You ask him calmly, as Vince gets a cocky smile on his lips.

“No, I think I’ll crash with Colt. I think you might want to talk to him sober, I’m not gonna disturb that.”

Sammy answers as Vince slings an arm around your shoulder. He always did lose most of his inhibitions while drunk. The smell of alcohol slowly starts seeping into your senses and you feel a little upset. You didn’t want this to be like it was before.

“Ditching your date for me, angel?”

He smirks down at you, with a giddy look in his eyes.

“I’m taking you home Dunner, you got all your things?”

You ask in hopes of distracting him, while ordering an uber.

“Got all I need right here.”

He slurs with a kiss to the top of your head.

“Wait, why’d you call me Dunner?”

You grab his hand and start dragging him to the door, the uber wasn’t far from here anyway. It is embarrassing to walk in with one man and out with another, you’ll have to admit, but you can’t bring yourself to care about what others are thinking of you right now.

The air outside is crisp with fall leaves rustling on the ground, and you feel grateful for the fresh air. It was starting to get clammy inside anyway.

“You di- you didn’t answer my question.”

Vince states as he feels your hand let go of his. You can hear the worry in his drunk voice and while it pains you to see him like this, he also has no right to be acting like this. He leans his back against the red brick walls of the building, to steady himself.

“Everyone else calls you Dunner, why can’t I?”

You try lightly, worried about his reaction. The uber pulls up to the curb as soon as the words are out of your mouth. You help Vince into the backseat and sit in the middle yourself. You already know he wants you to be close to him, and right now you can’t find the strength to not be close to him.

“Not you, I don’t want to be Dunner to you.”

Vince slurs into your shoulder, and for the upteenth time this evening you sigh at the feeling of your chest tightening. You decide to stay silent though. His eyes are drooping.

“‘M sorry.”

The whisper is almost inaudible, due to him whispering into your shirt, but you catch it. Your heart breaks just a little. But you stay silent, all the way to his apartment.

“C’mon big boy, let’s get you to bed.”

When you get into the apartment, it’s like a blast from the past, cause nothing much has changed. Sammy has moved in, which explains the boyish mess, but the interior is still the same. You even spot the blanket you forgot to take when you came to pick up your things.

“Go to the room okay Vince? I’ll be right there.”

He just nods and rubs his eyes with his fists, and he reminds you of a child right there. Looking so damn innocent and tired. You can’t help the fond smile that spreads across your lips. Shaking your head, you enter the kitchen. You’re shocked that you find everything as you had kept it before. Glasses still in the same cupboards, Advil still in the same drawer.

You fill the glass with water and pop two Advils out of the container, before heading to the bedroom. Vince is already out of his shirt and jacket, but he seems to be struggling with getting out of his jeans.

“Gotta take your shoes off first Vince.”

Amusement is laced in your voice as you speak up from the doorway. You place the glass and the Advil on his nightstand. He finally escapes the contraption that is his pants and is left in his boxers, with little traces of pink dusting his cheeks.

“Go to sleep Vince, I’ll still be here in the morning.”

You tell him as he gets comfortable under the covers.

“You’re not gonna sleep here?”

He asks in confusion as you start for the door. His hand is wrapped loosely around your wrist.

“Please stay angel, no funny business, promise.”

So you promise yourself, that only until he falls asleep. And then you’ll head for the couch.

“Okay.”

He gives a little smile and scoots almost all the way over to what used to be his side of the bed. So you lay there as he falls asleep, one hand over your waist. When you’re sure he’s fast asleep, you slip out with a lingering glance at him and head for the living room.

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ashtcnirwin · 3 years ago

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what the heck is good, A? 🤠✨ could i inquire from Ten Qs Every Author Wants to Be Asked: 6 for Cards Are Dealt; 7 for the Fall Into Me series; and,,, 10 for Tidal Wave? 👀 – Nik 🤠💖

hellooo nik dear, tysm🧡🧡🧡

6. Which scenes did you cut, and which were added in Cards Are Dealt?

oooh damn... there aren't many actual scenes that were cut, really; some were rewritten a little in the final draft, a few lines were taken out here and there, but no full scenes were taken out unless i'm forgetting something. i did, however, play around with a lot of potential backstories for ashton before i settled on the one he got, especially on the whole "why would he move to a town that small?" cos that's not something people typically just do for no reason and without a second thought, so the ideas i bounced around were everything from "nasty breakup, felt forced to relocate" to "he's an extremely spontaneous person and he accidentally stumbled over an ad for a free position and figured 'huh well why the fuck not?'

as for scenes that were added, the two main ones that come to mind are:

- the last scene in the whole fic (the hay loft smut). it was originally gonna go down in the damn forest and include a lot of moss and twigs in uncomfortable places, for absolutely no other reason than the comedic value of it - not so much one scene that was added, maybe, but i was originally gonna have luke’s drunken phone call at the end of part 4 and lashton’s reconcilation happen either on the same day (ashton coming over to see luke after the call ended) or have ashton come over the next day. so i essentially dragged the whole process out a little (by...adding a number of scenes), but in my defense, i didn’t do it to up the word count, but because i didn’t want them to have that whole conversation while luke was drunk off his ass, nor did i think luke, with the way he was written, would have been ready to lay his cards on the table already the day after considering how mortified he was by everything he confessed to in his lil drunken stupor. plus, i also liked the parallells between the time in part 2 (?) where luke came to ashton after having had a bad day simply cos he didn’t have anyone else to turn to, and then him coming to ashton again after another bad day at work but this time cos he wanted ashton’s company specifically rather than just any company he could get

7. Who was your favorite character to write in Fall Into Me?

is it weird if i say luke, considering he was very much a minor character who had little to nothing to do with the main "plot"? i just really enjoyed writing the few scenes he played a part in cos, especially in the series' second installment, he was very clearly made out to be not the greatest person when faced with certain types of situations. i wrote him as being quite egotistical and unreasonably possessive of smth he had no right to be possessive over, actually, and... idk, i haven't written many characters like that, not really, so i enjoyed it a lot!

10. What are some facts readers may not know about Tidal Wave?

huh... a gazillion things most likely👀

the first thing that springs to mind (mostly thanks to a completely unrelated dm i got like 30 minutes ago) is that i was originally (and i mean, like, in the very very early stages of planning) considering having lashton enter some sort of fwb relationship and then for it to go from that to romance. it would’ve worked, for sure, but it would have also given the fic a very, very different tone, it would have added more... nsfw angst, and lbr there was enough angst in there as it was. given luke and ashton’s individual states of mind and how cautious and nervous i wanted them to be about entering any type of relationship with each other, having them go from friends to fwb to lovers would have added at least 100k to the story too, and it would have included even more twists and turns than there are as it is on a far less serious (but very, very truthful) note: i know plenty of readers adore the beach scenes and i am happy with the role they ended up playing and i quite like the conversations lashton had there, but holy fuck does this writer LOATHE the beach & the ocean with a fiery passion. i do not vibe with the beach, it’s gross and it smells funny and the ocean scares me and it’s the last place i’d ever sit down for a conversation😠

Writer asks!

#these answers are unnecessarily long i'm so sorry #ask #fic ask #nik

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mulletcal · 5 years ago

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“i really want to kiss you right now” “do it then” w/ calum thank u

FRANKIE PLS the tension. idk why i made this frat boy!cal but here we are

prompts are here send them here

warnings: nothing really??

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You had no reason to hate him.

Other than the fact that he was smarter than you, while also being a popular frat boy, which always made you gag at the thought. No, you shouldn’t have hated him - but you did.

The two of you fought often, and typically you said that he was the cause of all the fights; he was the one who plucked your last nerve constantly. What you failed to realize, though, was that you were creating these problems for yourself. Calum was simply trying to live his life, and your snarky remarks about his social life and romantic life sparked a fire in him that only dumped gasoline on yours.

This one particular day, everything came to a head. You were at a party for a mutual friend, a party you weren’t typically invited to. Calum had been trying to hit on someone for the last twenty minutes, but you could tell from her body language that it wasn’t going to happen. It didn’t seem as if he was bothering her though, or else you would have pounced immediately to get her away from him.

When she finally found a way to let him down easy, he simple smiled his stupid, cheeky grin and moved on; making his way over to his friends, not before knocking shoulders with you first. Surely it was an accident, but that didn’t stop you from cursing him aloud.

“Got an issue?” Calum asked when he spun on his heel to face you. Ah yes, another fight.

“You’re the one who bumped into me, my guy. Just because you don’t seem to be getting laid tonight doesn’t mean you gotta take it out on me.”

Calum huffed, taking the few steps forward so now he was hovering over you, eyes narrowed in annoyance, “What is the matter with you? Why do you have such an issue with me? And why do you need to drag my sex life? Are you just so upset that you’re not getting fucked? Maybe it would help you loosen up a bit.”

“Not dragging your sex life, I’m saying that you’re mad because you’re not getting any sex tonight.” Taking a long sip of your drink, your eyes never left his.

“Who says I’m not getting any sex tonight?”

“Look around, everyone’s either paired off or doesn’t seem to be looking your way.” You gestured around the room to prove your point, seeing bodies pressed together in a drunken stupor, or people mingling amongst their friends.

“You’re looking my way.”

“Yeah, cause you bumped into me, and someone needs to call you out.”

“I really want to kiss you right now,” Calum breathed out, making you freeze. Was he drunk? Was it true what they said about drunk minds speaking sober thoughts?

If that was the case, you must have been wasted, because your response slipped out faster than you could think about it, “Do it then.”

His lips were on you faster than you could take it back, his soft lips brushing against yours in a heated, but still gentle kiss.

“Meet me upstairs in five, I’ll show you who’s not getting sex tonight.”

tags: @talkfastromance4 @softbabiestan @n-ctarinenga @irwinkitten @ohhoneyofmine

#requests: cth #calum hood #calum hood blurb #calum hood requests #softbabiestan

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blackpantherismyish · 5 years ago

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Teacher’s Pet

Chapter 1

Paring: Greek!Erik “Killmoger” Stevens x Chiron “Black” Harris

Word Count: almost 1.3K

Warning(s): None

A/N: I have been on a writing drought for Idk how long to be honest. But I finally got some shit done.. This is that. This is loosely based off of a story by the same name that i wrote YEARS ago (Don’t go look for it, it’s alotta cringe in that shit. But enjoy

Shoutout to @goddessofthundathighs cause without her, I woulda sounded reeeal stoopid.

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Chiron put the last of the grocery bags on the floor. He had transferred to a new university in the middle of his fall semester meaning he had to restock all of his favorite goodies.

“Fuck,” he huffed as he dropped the bag of canned goods on the floor with the rest of his haul.

Using the leftover money he had from his tuition check, he moved into a small two-bedroom apartment a short distance from campus, which he shared with his roommate Taylor. The two had met at an off-campus frat party at his previous school last fall. They immediately clicked in a drunken stupor and had been inseparable ever since. Like brothers almost.

“Yo Chi!” Taylor yelled from his room, his voice followed by the faint sound of rapid shooting.

Call of Duty, Chiron thought to himself as he walked around the island and towards the bedroom.

“Wassuh Tay?” he called, stepping towards cracked door where the shooting had gotten so loud that explosions could now be heard.

“Did you get more Hot Pockets?” Taylor sat shirtless in his gaming chair with his ΚΑΨ branded shorts and a PS4 controller in his hand.

“Yes. Steak and cheddar cause yo fat ass ate the last box in 4 days.” Chiron rolled his eyes and folded his arms as he watched Taylor lean on his knees and squint his eyes to focus on the game.

“Man… You still on that?” Taylor groaned as his fingers danced over the controller.

“Uh...Nigga YES! That was a 24 pack of Hot Pockets. Do you know how many Hot Pockets you’d have to eat in a day for that to even be possible?” Chiron stood off the doorframe and walked further into the room.

“Si-,” Taylor started.

“6 gahdamn Hot Pockets nigga!” Chiron clapped to emphasize each word.

“Man I was lazy and I ain’t feel like cookin’.” Tay shook his head and scooted closer to the flatscreen TV.

“Keep playin’. Yo belly gon be so big you won’t be able to shimmy right.” Chiron turned and made his way out of the room and walked back to the kitchen. He opted to put the groceries away himself since someone was preoccupied. It worked in his favor, giving him the advantage of knowing where everything was.

"You just hatin' cause I get all the hoes!" Taylor yelled from his room.

"Nah I'm good. I'm allergic to fish" Chiron yelled back.

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It was now a few weeks into the spring semester and Chiron was finally getting into the flow of his new college home. He woke early, not wanting to be late for his first class of the day: General Psychology. Footsteps and elevator dings invaded his senses as students began filing into the classroom filling it to capacity. Chiron chose a middle seat, not too close to the front and not to far back that he’d have to squint to see. He pulled out the notebook that he’d designated for this class and flipped through the first few pages. When he looked up again, his eyes fell on a man that he hadn’t noticed before. The man wore a black fitted t-shirt that hugged his body like a fat kid hugs the ice cream man when they get extra sprinkles. The veins that ran down his arms looked like an IV technician’s dream and gold rimmed glasses framed his face while two thick Cuban link chains rested on his neck. As Chiron’s gaze traveled lower, he praised the Lord above for the invention of fitted slacks because they were hugging the hips of this Adonis in all the right places. As his gaze made his way back up, Chiron’s eyes landed on a set of lips that looked like they could swallow him whole, not that he was complaining. As the mystery man talked with the professor, hints of gold reflected off of his teeth. Chiron leaned forward to get a better look at the beautiful mystery.

“Who are you and can I have your number, cause gahdamn you fine,” Chiron whispered to himself. Just as his lust was beginning to get the best of him, Chiron was snapped out of his appreciation by the voice of the young white male at the front of the class.

“Good morning class, I am Professor Wayne and I’ll be your instructor this semester. And this,” he gestures to the Adonis to his right, “is my graduate assistant, Erik Stevens.”

Erik can assist me in taking off his pants.. Chiron thought to himself as he chewed the tip of his pen. His focus on whatever Professor Wayne was babbling about was long gone as more and more lewd thoughts of Erik crossed his mind. Erik stepped in front of Professor Wayne, licking his lips slowly before addressing the class.

“Wassuh y’all. Welcome back to school.” He paused briefly before continuing. “As you heard Mr. W say, I’m the graduate assistant. Some days I’ll be teaching and helping with any questions you may have during my lessons as well as Mr. Wayne’s.” As his speech came to a close, Erik leaned back against the wooden table, surveying all of the fresh faces in front of him.

“I have some meetings to attend so in my absence, Mr. Stevens will go over the syllabus and answer any first day questions you may have. I look forward to getting to know all of you. Have a great first day.” With that, Mr. Wayne grabbed his black leather bag and headed out the door.

Erik took off the gold rimmed glasses and sat them on the table next to him and grabbed a clipboard.

“I’m about to go through roll. Just raise your hand and say ‘here’. Pretty simple procedure, right?” Erik looked around for confirmation. He got head nods and soft mummers in agreement as he scanned the classroom. Chiron had since went back to flipping through his notebook, highlighting things that he would need for the class.

“Chiron Harris?” His voice sounded like the smoothest bourbon you could possibly get your hands on.

“Here,” Chiron spoke, lifting his head and hand simultaneously. Erik gave him a sly smirk before calling the remaining names on the list. Chiron smiled to himself before busying himself with his notebook once more. This was definitely going to be an interesting semester.

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As he made his way down the hall after his classes, Chiron could hear commotion coming from his apartment. Several voices mixed as Chi unlocked the door and stepped inside. Taylor sat on the couch with his line brothers. The one on the left, Nico, wore a crimson colored dad hat that read Pretty Komplicated in cream letters while the one on the right, Xavier, wore a black basketball jersey that read Kryptonite across the back of it in red letters.

“I’m about to start charging you niggas rent,” Chi called from the doorway as he put his lanyard on the key holder.

“Maaan, I’ma need a room if I pay rent,” Nico called over his shoulder, his eyes never leaving the TV screen. Chiron grabbed a bottle of water from the fridge before walking back to the unoccupied loveseat.

“Woooow,” Xavier spoke from the far end of the couch. “He did you dirty, dawg,” he snickered as he leaned on his knees, fully immersed in the video game.

“What?” Chiron shrugged as Nico pulled his attention from the tv and blinked in confusion.

“You said a room,” he reminded.

“The box that I’m referring to has enough room for you inside. It’s a pretty big box.” Nico groaned and turned back to the tv, causing Chiron to chuckle to himself.

“Listen, I already live with one of you niggas. I don’t need anymore.”

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purplesurveys · 5 years ago

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How old were you when you had your first crush? The first crush I had that wasn’t a celebrity or a teacher was when I was 12. If you're a girl, how old were you when you started your period? It was a month after I turned 10. By that time I was just entering Grade 4 and when we were asked who had already gotten theirs, only a handful of hands shot up haha. I was an early bird for sure. What is your worst period story? Pretty obvious TMI warning here. Happened last December. I was visiting a photo studio to test if they were going to be suitable for my college batch’s grad shoot and unfortunately my period started in the middle of the trip. Even more unfortunately the trip was all the way in fucking BINANGONAN, which meant I couldn’t have access to napkins for the entire drive. I had to cross my legs real tight to avoid any leakage but at the time we got to the studio, my crotch area was soaked nonetheless. I had to ask for napkins from the studio staff, but thank god they were the nicest people ever and didn’t hesitate to hand me one. Does anyone else know who your first crush was besides you? Gabie knows. I think she’s the only one who knows, but I also think Pia asked me at one point too, so maybe her as well. What was your most embarrassing moment? I have at least one everyday.

What are your worst cramps like? Leg cramps that wake me up at 4 AM, without a doubt. Those always end me in tears no matter how old I am. What is the most physically painful thing you have ever experienced? Either my foot infection back in ‘09 or the toothache I had a few months back. I had no idea a TOOTH could send me crying almost every night or wake me up in the middle of the night just from being so painful. Oh and the time I ripped my ear piercing off. What are you allergic to? I’m not allergic to anything... at least I haven’t encountered anything I turned out to be allergic to. Have you ever wanted to be someone else? I’ve never seriously wanted to be a particular person, but I’ve found myself fantasizing about if I were richer. Have you ever been jealous of someone? Sure. Have you ever been jealous of a friend? Yeah. Just mostly high school stuff though, like the time Erk kept getting Gabie away from me and I got super fed up about it at one point that I stopped talking to Gab for like a month lmao. Do you feel shy around someone when you are first getting to know them? Yeah of course. Aren’t most of us? Do you feel shy around a crush? I get both shy and distant. What color hair did your first crush have? Black. Do you ever cry in public unwillingly, or are you able to hold it in? I’m able to hold it in because I hate making a scene. I just keep swallowing the lump in my throat and try to blink less. Do you throw up involuntarily when you have to, or can you swallow it down? I also can swallow it down as long as I have to. But if I really need to throw up I run to the nearest toilet. What's one near-embarrassing moment you had? Uhh idk. If I can tell something is going to be embarrassing I usually already feel pretty embarrassed about it, regardless if I’m saved from the embarrassment or not. Do you ever call yourself stupid? Yeah. Just yesterday BoJack Horseman’s “You’re a stupid piece of shit" kept replaying in my head all afternoon and evening. What was the name of your first imaginary friend? Katrina. She was my first and last. What's one weird habit you have? When I get my usual drink at Starbucks, my first sip has to be a long one and I usually savor it by closing my eyes and letting out a contented sigh haha. Only then can I start working. Are you more of an open or a private person? I’m a bit of both, if that makes sense? I keep my shit private when they aren’t being raised, but when someone asks me about them I have no problem being an open book. Do you wish you could be more open with others? No, I already am. Do you feel ashamed? Not permanently lmao, but I feel it every now and then. Do you get embarrassed easily? Yes. Do you have regrets? Some. Have you ever fallen asleep in class? Never. I feel like – aside from being disrespectful – it’s an embarrassing thing to happen, especially if you’re caught and get scolded for it, so I make it a point not to let it happen to me. What was the hardest thing you've ever had to forgive? [Big trigger warning: Domestic violence] The day my grandpa said sorry to each of us in the family for beating up my baby cousin in a drunken stupor. After that he left the house for the week, presumably out of shame, then he came back to ask for forgiveness from each of us. I was desensitized to all of the violence I’ve seen at that point, so my 9 year old self gave him a shrug. Is there anyone you hate? No, not hate. Is there anything or anyone you're angry at, that you haven't forgiven yet? I don’t plan on forgiving my deadbeat uncle or my brother anytime soon. List five of your biggest bullies. A lot of people bullied me for my name and looks when I was younger, but they’re all irrelevant in my life now and I’ve forgotten all of them save for two – Kaira (who’s my friend now) and Sophia (who I don’t like just as much as when I was 4). Have you ever plotted revenge against someone? I’ve fantasized about revenge but never plotted anything. Have you ever done anything to get revenge against someone? Nope. ^If so, do you regret it, and did you apologize later? Have you ever had a friend crush (i.e., you really wanted to be their friend)? Yeah I remember being like this with Macy. She’s changed quite a bit these days and we don’t talk anymore, which I find sad considering what we’ve gone through in the last couple of years. What is the greatest longing of your heart? Money. The rest of my desires - happiness, contentment, the material things I want - comes after I have money lol. Who was your first love? Gabie. What was the last thing someone said that warmed your heart? Chesca said something very sweet to me and it was something I needed to hear, but explaining it would need too much background context so suffice it to say, she reassured me when I needed it most. Do you pray regularly? Nope. ^If so, to whom? Do you love Jesus? What church do you go to? I’m not religious but my mom is, and she drags the entire family to church every Sunday. That said we go to a specific parish within our area, because that’s what we’re a part of. What denomination is your church (if you go)? Catholic. What was the first year you voted in a presidential election? 2016. How old were you when the year changed to 2000? At exactly January 1? I was a year old, but I was turning 2 that year. Have you ever been afraid of the world ending? Not really, but it certainly has felt like the end of the world these days. This is the kind of shit you only ever get to read about in textbooks, so it’s feeling a little surreal. Do you enjoy public speaking? If I’m prepared for it and/or I enjoy what it is I have to talk about. What food makes you gag? Pineapple, raisins, or ice cream with nuts. Who was your first celebrity crush? Ashley Tisdale when she was Maddie in Suite Life of Zack & Cody. I also lowkey liked the mom, hahaha. What show did you want to be on when you were younger? Hi-5 when I was extremely younger; the kiddie crowds looked so lit 😩 Hahaha but when I got a bit older, I wanted to be in Legends of the Hidden Temple or be one of the people splashed with slime at the Nickelodeon Kids’ Choice Awards. Looking at my answer I could now tell I was definitely a Nickelodeon kid. What was your childhood dream? To be an astronaut, to be a wrestler, and to have a big house with a swimming pool. Did you ever fulfill your childhood dream? I have 0/3 achieved, but it’s okay. My wants have mostly changed. What is your dream now? I still want a big house with a pool for sure lmao, but I mostly just dream of having enough money all my life and never having to worry about finances or having to ask people. What is your passion? History has always been my biggest one. Are you living your dream? Not yet. Do you receive insults or compliments more? Compliments, but that’s because I don’t let myself thrive in an environment where I’d get insults more because yanno, self-care? Lol. What is unfair about your life? Bad past presidents and how it’s led our country to be in the miserable state it’s in today, whereas I have to see other countries flourish in their unbelievably competent governments and see how these countries have public parks, libraries, playgrounds, etc. I don’t know what I did in my past life to have to end up in the Philippines hahahahaha, but here we are today. What about your life would you change? I wish my dog can stay with me forever. Did you write love poems when you were younger? Nope. Who are you jealous of and why? I’m not really feeling jealousy at the moment. When someone hurts you, do you start to feel jealous of them? No? Why would that happen? Name five people you know who have everything handed to them. Idkkkkk. I don’t wanna namedrop anyone for something like this lol. Name one person you know who is spoiled rotten. Boomers? Name one person you know who seems stuck-up. I know someone but I’m not naming him on here lmao. Name a church that just wants money. All of them? LOL at least all the Catholic ones, I can’t speak for the other denominations. What is your least favorite chore? I really hate folding clothes. Have you ever had an account of yours hacked? Yeah but like by a virus or something, not a person. Have you ever been a victim of police misconduct? Nah. But traffic enforcers have been incredibly rude to me before. Do you keep a diary? This one. What color is the diary you are currently using? It doesn’t really come with a color... Do you actually write "Dear Diary"? Only in the diaries I kept as a kid, because it’s what I saw in cartoons. When was the last time you wrote and sent someone a letter? December. I included a handwritten letter in my Christmas gifts for Gab. Do you write in cursive or print more? Print. Have you ever self-harmed? Duh.

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too-attached-to-fiction · 6 years ago

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Unlost | rk800 Connor

Masterlist here

Word Count: ~1000

Requested by: @gracephelpsxoxoxo

Request: Can you do a dbh imagine (Connor) where your Hank's niece shes lived with him for awhile, she has a night with gavin and ends up pregnant and connor finds her crying? Idk i thought it sounded better when i thought of it lol

As usual, requests and submissions are open!

You stared at the pregnancy test, unable to trust your eyes. It was the third one.

All results had come positive. 100%.

You had thought by now that contraceptives would have been practically full-proof. But the three tests in front of you challenged that notion with ease.

Okay, so maybe sleeping with Gavin twice wasn’t such a good idea.

Strike that. It was a bad idea, and you had been drunk out of your mind when it had happened. That was a quality that ran in yours and Hank’s family: uncontrollable drinking.

You’d been at some bar, though the name was blurry in your mind. It was loud and you had been surrounded by Detroit’s Finest, one of the few single women who worked there.

It had started with one shot. And then another.

And then a couple more.

The tequila burned down your esophagus, but you kept going.

Until you found yourself grinding against Gavin, of all people. Both of you were desperate to get laid, both drunk out of your minds.

Desperate enough to go for round two in the morning.

After that, you’d rushed out the door, ignoring the fact that Hank and Connor had left you at least a dozen calls and one hundred texts. You hadn’t talked to Gavin since then. It seemed as if both of you were disgusted by the occurrence.

But the thought of having a kid with him of all people made you want to throw up even more.

You’d have to get an abortion, but from where? Abortion was practically taboo at this point, considering the decreasing birth rate. Raising a kid with Gavin wasn’t an option, and you sure as hell weren’t stable enough to do it on your own.

Why had you been so stupid?

Maybe because you were trying to get over Connor.

Connor, the sweet, clueless android who had accompanied your uncle on the deviancy case. Connor, the adorably innocent deviant who lived in the same house as you.

Connor, the person you’d been head over heels for since day one.

You couldn’t help but daydream about his little smiles, the stubborn curl of hair that rested against his forehead, his warm brown eyes. How could something so mechanical look - no, be - so human?

He opened every door for you, made you laugh when you didn’t feel like it, took your side when you argued with Hank about his health.

He was perfect, the prince charming you could have only dreamed up.

But you weren’t good enough for him. Too intense, too overwhelming, too…

Too broken.

So you ended up in Gavin’s bed, in your drunken stupor, doing it just to do it.

And yeah, it helped you forget for a minute.

Well, more like a couple of hours.

Until you came home the next morning and Connor asked where you had been the night before.

You’d lied, obviously. Connor may be polite but he felt very strongly about the detective, and Hank was a no brainer. You were pretty sure that you and Connor were the only people Hank didn’t actively root against.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck.” You mumbled, setting the test down and curling up on the bathroom floor. Maybe this was all a bad dream.

Maybe this wasn’t your reality. Maybe you weren’t so lost.

You weren’t sure how long you had been lying there before two precise knocks came from the door. “(Y/N)? Are you hiding?”

You watched helplessly as the door knob twisted and the wood swung open, Connor’s face full of concern.

“(Y/N), your stress levels are extremely high.” He informed you.

“Connor.. Remember that one morning… when I came home and said I slept over at a friend’s?” You asked quietly, and he crouched down.

“Yes, I do.”

“I lied.” You said, taking a deep breath. “Connor.. I slept with Gavin.”

Connor knew enough about social interaction at this point to know what sleeping with people meant. His LED turned yellow. He frowned, but let you continue.

“My period is late. I’m… I’m pregnant.” You stuttered out. The second the last word had been spoken, you curled in on yourself some more, starting to sob quietly.

“I don’t know what to do…” You squeezed your eyes shut, waiting for him to reprimand you, to ask why you had done it with Gavin. Fuck, you wanted him to yell at you the way you wanted to yell at yourself.

But Connor wasn’t like that. He didn’t get angry unless people made it difficult for him to do his job.

And right now, his job was to help you.

He sat on the ground in front of you. “(Y/N), can you look at me for a minute?” He asked cautiously. You peered at him through your hands, which were covering most of your face.

Gently, he reached out to move your hands away from your face.

“One of the few remaining Planned Parenthood clinics is here in Detroit. I’ve set up an appointment for you tomorrow morning.” He informed you, his voice soft and gentle. “I can go with you, if you would feel more comfortable.”

“Please.” You mumbled. You crawled into his arms, and he let you, staying on the bathroom floor until your tears had dried and you weren’t sniffling obnoxiously.

The next day, you visited the clinic. Since you had caught it within the first month, they gave you medicine in order to abort. One pill, quick and easy.

You climbed into a self driving taxi with Connor, and the two of you sat in silence, beginning your ride home.

“Thank you, Connor.” You said softly, reaching for his hand and squeezing it.

One day you’d admit your feelings, and he’d reciprocate. One day you’d be honest.

One day.

#detroit become human #connor #rk800 #connor dbh #connor dbh imagines #dbh #quantic dream #bryan dechart #video games imagines #connor dbh request #requests #nox writes #ask-nox

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sometimesimawriter · 6 years ago

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Mirror Effect

part 1

~basically another adventure with Klaus, Diego, and Five. (Not accurate to how season one ended)

"Diego calm down, man"

The parking ticket clutched in Diego's hand suffered the blunt of the assassin's wrath, though a weekend in New York with his brothers did nothing to call it a vacation. "No I won't calm down. It's a goddamn city and there's no parking anywhere, but a $200 fine for blocking a fire hydrant? Un-fucking-believable".

Five rolled his eyes and Klaus tried to gently pry the pink slip from his hands.

"I believe we have better things to do than worry about a little traffic offense, say perhaps, finding a serial killer?" Five remarked. The Big Apple had recently seen a series of brutal murders, ranging from hobos in Central Park with their intestines strewn about to affluent women with slashes across their throats. The NYPD was met by dead end after dead end, with no DNA, security footage, or murder weapon found. The ferocity of these killings finally brought the Commissioner to contact the Umbrella Academy to find the killer before a full on panic engulfed the city.

"C'mon guys, we've spent all day and yesterday running around the city, and not even the fun spots. Take a break, maybe go to a club- i heard New York has some of the biggest raves" Klaus gave a mischievous smile.

"I might have to agree with Death Note over here" Diego said, and all but sighed "I need a drink right about now."

HI SIDE NOTE- THEY'RE ALL LIKE 20-ISH IDK BUT FIVE IS A CONSENSUAL ADULT BECAUSE PERVERSION IS NOT ALLOWED HERE.

*early in the morning, or late at night-however you would describe 3 a.m. The three brothers stumble down an empty street lined with parked cars. It's empty save for a few other drunks and a homeless woman*

"Best- night- ever" Five hiccuped, swaying on his feet.

Diego let out a laugh, seemingly holding conversations in his head, or thinking of the girls that crowded the club they had just left.

"You both are lightweights" Klaus was tipsy, but he preferred to stay away from his past vices. Sobriety was tough, but also his new high was staying in control of his powers- powers he had just truly discovered. He looked down the street and squinted. "Hey um, did i accidentally take something or do i see a little girl that looks like she just crawled from a well?"

"Hey... I see her too- HEY ARE YOU OKAY?" Diego shouted down the now abandoned street. The girl's soaked hair covered her face and she wore a wrecked royal blue prom dress. "Looks like someone isn't having a fun night"

Just at this time, she charged the trio, her bare feet making a slapping sound at each step. Her shoulders didn't bounce with her step though, and she moved faster than an average person, inhumanly.

Five stood up straight, seeming to crawl out of his drunken stupor. "That's creepy as hell". Diego raised a blade to take the girl down, but then she dissipated into nothingness, leaving behind wet footprints.

Behind the group was a rich laugh, followed by another humorous howl, and all overlapped by snorting. "Dude that's so fucking e v i l- i love it"

The three brothers whipped around to a group of girls, all around their age. The one of the left had red hair, though the street lights made it look more orange, and she was doubled over in laughter. The other two girls both had brown hair, one with a straight style and the other with loose curls, and they were both supporting each other as they howled at the brothers' confusion.

"Who the hell are you?" Diego barked.

The red head was the first to stop laughing and moved in front of the other two. "Good question, but here's a better one: what brings half of the Umbrella Academy to New York City?" She smirked at them, eyeing each of them, and her gaze hovered over Klaus.

The curly haired girl moved next to her and nudged her side "where's the rest of them?". The one with straight hair moved closer than the other two, "Bro wait you're Diego right? You're like really hot" she said, bluntly.

"Thanks? Wait who the hell was the girl from the well?"

Curls spoke up, "oh thats just Stephanie, she's a figment of my imagination."

"Step- what? Who the fuck are you?" Five moved closer to the group, preparing for a fight.

"Oh calm down. I'm Kayla- friends call me Angel" the red head said, winking at Klaus. "Mind-Games over here is Christina, otherwise referred to as Dahlia, and Diego's admirer is Emma, we call her Phoenix."

Klaus looked at each girl "Those sound like superheroes names. Wait, do you guys have powers?"

Emma nodded, "Hell yeah". Just at this moment, her body ignited into an inferno of flames. Seeing this as a queue, Kayla squared her shoulders, and in an instant a pair of huge, magnificent, white wings sprouted from her back. She smiled and gestured towards Christina, who shied away a bit.

"C'mon Chris, you can do it" Kayla said, in a voice one would reserve for a puppy.

Christina slapped her arm, glanced up at Five, and then the street seemed to morph. The air turned into a kaleidoscope, the world looked as if it were a buffering RPG game, with strange graphics. Then in a blink, it returned to the empty street.

The boys began to speak at once.

"How are there more supers?" Five sputtered.

"What the hell are you guys?" Diego seemed as if he wanted more and also he wanted to run.

"Which one of you are single?" Klaus blurted.

The girls then all spoke over each other.

Christina responded to Five "Well there were other magic births the same day as you guys".

Emma giggled out "I wish i knew what the fuck i am".

And finally Kayla responded with as much of a lack of grace as Klaus had introduced himself with "I'd be down to hit it."

Diego then seemed to put an idea together. "Wait, the murders... Do you know about the murders?"

The joking mannerism of the girls ceased. Emma and Christina glanced at Kayla. She gave a deep sigh.

"yeah, an old... friend.. of mine. Name's Max, but he goes by Razor. We've been trying to track him down. Got a little distracted when we realized the Commissioner had lost faith in us and hired some of super missionaries."

Five started in on this "A friend? What's keeping you from finding him if you're such friends?"

Emma took offense to this "Don't you think we've been trying?" She took a step towards them, and Christina put an arm up to her.

"He does not want to be found."

"I think the contrary." A deep voice flooded the street. Kayla's eyes widened and all six heads looked up towards the moon hanging low above a brownstone residence. On the roof crouched a guy, with a head piled with curly brown hair. Despite being on top of a building, it was easy to see he was a big dude, all muscles and a hatred behind his eyes, but his focus was on Kayla. "Hey Bitch" and he lunged, landing two feet from her. He raised one giant hand, and from his olive-skinned hands his trimmed nails decayed and grew into long, jagged claws.

"Ohh... Razor... I get it now" Klaus and Diego inched closer, expecting his arm to slash down at her at any moment.

Kayla's eyes narrowed, and her lips curled up. She was taunting him. "What? Poor baby can't take a break-up? Needs to go on a murdering spree to get my attention?"

From the brothers' view, Max's back muscles tightened and he radiated anger. "You little whore, I'm gonna slit your fucking throat" he growled, and then his arm came crashing down.

But instead of cutting through her face, his arm was stopped by a pissed off time traveller. "Bad move buddy."

Max didn't like this, and his knee connected with Five's stomach, sending him back a few feet.

All hell broke loose at this time, with Diego sending two knives into his back, and Klaus diving to move Kayla out of the way. Christina flew at Max, producing sharp crystals in each hand, throwing them into his thigh. Emma ignited and surrounded the group in a ring of fire, restricting their play-area. Razor roared, one that actually shattered windows of the surrounding homes, and ripped the crystals from his leg. He then threw these crystals, aiming for Kayla, but was intercepted by another body. Five had popped from his grounded location to in front of Kayla, who was standing rather too still for a situation like this. Five fell to the ground, writhing in pain as the projectiles found a home in his left shoulder. Christina's eyes widened, and she turned to Max. She then raised her arm and twisted her wrist. Max looked at her, and then felt the ground beneath him rumble. He winked at her, and then leapt from the spot, landing on the roof he had descended from, then ran into the night.

"Five!" Klaus ran to his brother.

Christina kneeled next to them "Don't pull them from his shoulder or you may cause more-" but Klaus didn't hear her and pulled the crystals from his shoulder.

"Ew thats gross" Emma looked away from the scene, towards Diego, who was looking at the roof tops.

"The bastard took my knives..."

Kayla then seemed to snap out of a trance. "We need to get him back to the house."

"Kayla, he's bleeding real bad, he's not going to make the trip back." Said Christina.

"Dumbass, I have wings."

"And I'm the one with medical training!" Christina seemed increasingly worried. "You can't fly both of us back to the house, no offense."

Emma turned back to the group that was hovering over Five. "You both are drinking way too much dumb bitch juice."

Everyone looked at her, questioning what the fuck she had just said.

Emma smirked, "Christina, you can change the environment..."

Christina wasn't following, "Yeah and?"

Emma then held the bridge of her nose, looking down, "Change the environment then."

"To what?"

Maybe she really had been chugging dumb bitch juice.

"To the house."

"Oh shit."

Christina rose up, and looked down at Klaus, "put pressure on the wound."

She then walked over to Kayla, who was enjoying this all too much.

"Get ready hoe"

Christina then relaxed her shoulders and focused on a space in the middle of the street. Then the air began to shimmer, like how heat radiates off of pavement on an August afternoon. Then, shapes began to form, then colors, until there seemed to be a shifting hole in the middle of the road.

"All aboard the magical mystery tour. Next stop: the other side of the Hudson."

At this phrase, despite his slight delirium from blood loss, Five raised his head.

"You like the Beatles??" And then he promptly passed out.

#the umbrella academy #umbrella academy klaus #umbrella academy #klaus #klaus hargreeves #diego hargreeves #number five #five #the seance #the kraken #fanfic #fanfiction #my story

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