#if You’ll excuse me ill be staring at it for a couple more hours!

[sorry-moots]

Inversion of Genesis But I Changed It

um hi. hello there. i'm not good at formatting. characters featured: scaramouche, dottore cws: none wc: 1,016

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Chapter Two

They gave you a new mask. One with the Balladeer’s crest on it. It hurt like a–

You let out a hiss as the new mask, tangled in your hair, ripped out a couple strands. This was the sixth time that had happened this morning and you dreaded the long term consequences. Not everyone can pull off the chrome dome.

As you near the Balladeer's office, your mind drifts back to yesterday's events. The paperwork alone took almost two hours and when you finally showed up at Dottore’s office, he dismissed you almost immediately for having an “uncharacteristic excess of enthusiasm”.

With the free time you had, you brushed Apollo’s coat and cleaned up his tack. You were concerned about making a good impression and this translated to taking care of your beloved Clydesdale horse and cleaning your house, despite knowing the harbinger would not see either.

After nodding a greeting to the guards on either side, you gently knocked at the door, unsure of yourself. From inside came an aloof “it’s open” which you hesitantly took as permission to enter.

Before so much as breathing in his direction, you dipped into a deep curtsy. “Greetings, Lord Harbinger. My name is [Y/n] and I’ve been assigned as your new assistant.”

After a beat, you cautiously looked up but quickly averted your eyes when you realized he was staring at you.

He scoffed. “Well your desk is right there. Get to work.”

It was hard to suppress your wince as you straightened from your curtsy. I already know this is going to piss him off.

“Actually, my lord,” you started, swallowing hard. “I would appreciate if you told me, in detail, what my duties will be.”

You looked up again, this time holding eye contact, to find him looking at you incredulously. Then, he rolled his eyes.

“Every morning, you will let yourself into my office at eight o’ clock. You’ll sort through my mail, first by who is authorized to respond, my staff or just me. Then, you’ll sort them again by requests and reminders. Then, you’ll sort them again by priority. Got that?”

Normally, you wouldn’t have much trouble keeping track of what you’re being told, but the mask was digging into your scalp. Head… aching… “Yes, my lord.”

“Once you’re done organizing the mail, you’ll go through your stack. You deny anyone asking to schedule a meeting unless it’s mandatory. Then, you do your best to get me out of it.” He went on listing all of your duties as his assistant, but the pain from the mask was getting harder and harder to bear. I’ll just adjust it a little bit.

“...if I’m not here. Hey, are you even listening?”

You snapped back to attention, your hand returning to rest at your side. 

“Yes, my lord.”

*****

It was hard to relax knowing you had upended your entire career and would be working with an infamously ill-tempered harbinger who was known to kill his subordinates.

You didn't actually know if he was watching you because you didn't dare check, but you were convinced he was. Every scribble of his pen or rustle of paper had you struggling not to flinch.

The icing on this uncomfortable cake was that accursed mask. It's tight in all the wrong places, it catches in your hair, loosening makes it droop, but tightening it gives you headaches.

Just as you're about to excuse yourself to fix it, the harbinger speaks up. “When are you going to stop fiddling with that infernal mask? You've been massaging your scalp like a mother of four with migraines for the past hour.”

Your cheeks heated at the notion that, not only had the Harbinger been watching you, he was irritated by you.

Turning to face him, you said, “I’m sorry, my lord, this mask isn't as comfortable as my old one.”

“Then, take it off.”

The mere suggestion had your eyes widening. “But, sir–”

“Whatever unsightly visage you're hiding beneath it can't be more disruptive than you picking at your hair like a child with lice.”

After you removed your mask, the rest of the day went smoothly. No complaints, no yelling, the man barely even talked to you.

In spite of this, you let out a breath you had been holding the entire day as you closed the door to the stable behind you. The stable boy already had your horse tacked up and you dropped a few coins in his hand before you swung yourself into the saddle. You sighed as you flicked the reins. 

“Let’s go home, Apollo.”

*****

The clock had barely struck nine when both doors swung open, revealing Scaramouche. He strided over to his desk, sitting down in one fluid motion to assess the documents and letters you had organized.

I should probably tell him which stacks are which. This in mind, you stood from your desk and walked over to his.

“Sir, if I m–”

He cuts you off. “What's that on your face?”

Suddenly self-conscious, you try to think of any blemishes you overlooked or food you forgot to wipe off. He captures your attention once more with a couple of snaps.

“...Do you mean my mask, sir?”

Though his glare was menacing, he spoke softly as he beckoned you. “Come here, [y/n].”

Once you had stepped as close to the desk as you could without disturbing the things on it, he stood. In the blink of an eye, he tore the mask from your face, alleviating your pain but messing up your hair.

“I have little patience for people who make the same mistake multiple times,” he murmured as he studied the object.

With a strength belied by his delicate appearance, he crushed the mask in one hand and let the pieces fall to the floor in front of you.

He sat down again and continued his perusal of the paperwork as though nothing happened. “Clean that up.”

You were stunned but snapped out of it quickly. You uttered yet another “yes, my lord” before grabbing the dust pan that was kept in the corner.

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[yuurivoiceincorporated]

Angel in Disguise:

Lucien takes care of the listener when they’re sick and doesn’t know what to do

Gender Neutral Reader

*not proofread*

*cringy*

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“Angel, are you sure you’re not dying? You look terrible.”

You open your eyes slightly to see their demon lover looking over them with a concerned expression.

“Yeah, I’m fine. I think I just have a fever or something. It’s nothing a good nap can’t fix.” You replied.

Your attempt to reassure Lucien did not work very well since he still looked at you with the same expression. It was cute to see him so concerned over such a tiny little thing.

“But just look at you!” He exclaimed in his usual whiny voice.

“Excuse me?”

“No, no I don’t mean anything like that. I just—we’ll look at you! Extremely warm temperature, having trouble breathing, coughing, sneezing, sleeping for hours at a time… Angel, I…I think you’re dying.”

…How can he say such a thing without laughing??? It makes you wonder about what goes on in his mind.

“I’m not dying. Where did you get that idea from?”

“…Wikihow.”

You facepalmed loudly in embarrassment for Lucien. He’s an idiot, but he’s your idiot and that’s all that matters.

“Hey! Why are you facepalming?!? Don’t do that, you’ll hurt your fragile body even more! And wikihow is a very reliable source that has all the answers to life. I’m serious! You can look any question up and there will be a wikihow article that answers it!”

You burst out laughing.

“Pfft-hahahaha! Are you joking?!? Wikihow? Please, Lucien, if I laugh anymore, my stomach’s gonna hurt! Even Gengar has more common sense than you do!”

You continue to laugh despite Lucien’s dismay.

“You know what, fine!” Lucien huffs and looks away. “I am just going to leave this room because clearly, I am not appreciated here.”

He left the room in a rage.

Normally, when this happens, he comes back within a few minutes and forgets what he was even angry about in the first place. But this time is a little different.

You laid in your bed in boredom, staring at the ceiling. His departure makes you wonder if he was being serious or not. Before you know it, it’s been twenty minutes since he’s been gone. You decide to get up and talk to him, despite your body screaming at you in agony.

“Lu?”

And there he was sitting on the couch, mumbling to himself as he always does. He looks up to see you when you call his name, but quickly looks away and averts your gaze. He doesn’t say anything.

“Is something wrong, Lu?”

“Nothing’s wrong.” He replies, but his tone begs to differ.

“I know you’re lying. Your ears are droopy.”

He sighs. “I only wanted to help. I don’t know how human illnesses work. Back then, if someone got a fever, they would likely die within the next week. I can’t lose you, Angel. If I did, I’d have to go back to… well, you know where. You know I can’t go back now.”

You sit down on the couch next to him.

“I know. I’m sorry. I was being rude.” You take his hand and hold it tightly. “Can you forgive me?”

“Yeeaaah, I gueessss…” He chuckled softly.

“Okay, so let’s do this the right way. What do you need, Angel?”

“Attention.”

“No, that’s my thing! I’m being serious.”

“You should probably check my temperature.”

“Temperature, right, got it…. How do I do that?”

“There’s a thermometer in the kitchen. Go get it and I’ll teach you how to use it.”

He hurried to the kitchen and held up something that’s silver and long.

“Is this it?”

“No, Lu, that’s a metal straw. I think the thermometer was red.”

“Oh.” He quickly sifts through the drawers. “Is this it?”

“Yep. Looks about right.”

He comes back to the couch with the thermometer. It looks so small in his hand.

“What now?”

“Put the tip under my tongue, towards the back of my mouth.”

He looked at you questioningly, “You have no idea how sexual that sounds.”

You rolled your eyes. “Just get on with it.”

“Fine. Open up.”

You open your mouth slightly while Lucien gently places the thermometer in your mouth. After a couple of seconds, the thermometer beeps and flashes.

“Wha-ah-what?? Why is it flashing??? Is it a bomb??? What the fuck, Angel why’d you make me do this???”

He quickly takes it out of your mouth and throws it on the ground.

“No, Lu, the beeping means that it’s done checking my temperature. Check for a number on the thermometer.”

“…Oh, I see.” He picked up the thermometer from the ground. “101.05 degrees… I have no idea what to do with this number.”

You sighed in relief. “Phew, that means the fever isn’t as bad. I don’t think a fever of 101 degrees is too bad.”

“Oh thank goodness…” Lucien laid back on the couch in relief. “I thought you were a goner.”

“No, I’m fine. Really, I mean it.”

“That’s good. What else do you need?”

“…”

“Don’t say it.”

“I want cuddles. Now, please.”

“No! I’m not gonna cuddle with a sick person. That’s gross. And besides, what if you’re…” he whispered, “contagious?”

“Fine. I’ll just go cuddle with Gengar then.”

“Wait, no please, anything but that. I can’t have my job being taken by a lesser man. Just come here.”

Lucien opened up his arms and gestured you to come closer. You cuddle up to him willingly.

“Feeling better now, Angel?”

You nodded, feeling content and satisfied.

“Good. Get well soon, okay? I love you.”

He placed a kiss on your forehead as you dozed off in his arms.

[issaxcharlie]

We say we're friends, we play pretend (1/2)

Pairing: Charlie Gillespie x Fem reader

Summary: Charlie and Y/N were best friends and a couple as teens, after their breakup they meet again 4 years later on the bootcamp of JATP and have to work together. Will something else happen or they are just friends?

Charlie must have imagined something like this could happen. Since Kenny discovered her 5 years ago, she has been a really close friend to the director, participating in some way or another in almost all his projects.

In front of him after years, Y/N Y/L, his childhood best friend and ex-girlfriend. The young actor is not going to admit that he saw every single one of her projects or how moved he was by her in each one of them, many times even thinking of maybe sending her a little message saying the incredible job she did.

But he never found the courage.

It’s weird to remember how he spent most of his life next to the woman, now one of the top youth artists with multiple musicals and movies on her hits list. They always had a strong bond, every single day together. Sleepovers, music classes, dancing classes, homework, parties, movie nights, hockey, illness days, pretty much everything. At the age of 15 they began a very sweet and innocent relationship that ended at 18 when Y/N moved to New York to work in her first leading role.

The break up was on good terms but painful, so painful that both preferred to lose contact completely than to have the other from time to time opening the wound again and again.

And there she was. As beautifil as ever, speaking happily with Kenny while Madison and Owen jump up and down, Jeremy smiles and Charlie looks like he wants to throw up.

“Y/N Y/L, my golden star. She is the official composer of the soundtrack, and she will be supporting you throughout the album process as well as helping Paul and me in other creative aspects, I know she is the same age as some of you but she has a lot of experience in this and all the necessary preparation so don't hesitate to get all the knowledge you can out of her."

Everyone introduces themselves until the guitarist is the only one left, luckily for him, he’s in voice rest these two weeks so he literally cannot speak.

They both look nervous but the moment their eyes meet their complicity comes out and both smile slightly.

“He’s Charlie, he is in voice rest but we are fans of yours. We cried yesterday watching your last musical, it was just brilliant." Owen lets out hardly breathing, Y/N turns with a smile to see the Canadian boy who wants to kill his friend and then commit suicide.

“Thank you! This is going to be such an interesting experience.” The singer murmurs as she winks at Charlie.

2 hours later they had both been avoiding each other, Y/N writing in a corner while the band and Kenny discuss costumes with Soyon, in which at least half an hour has been wasted trying to understand what Charlie is trying to say with the few words he writes with an apple pencil on his ipad in his horrible handwritting.

Y/N gets frustrated and goes to where they are, approaching behind Charlie's shoulder to see the iPad. She quickly identifies the two words, one so crossed out that it looks like a doodle, but years copying each other's homework pays off.

"He's trying to say that if Luke isn't going to wear bandanas, at least consider wearing beanies." The young woman says as she leans on the shoulder of who was her first love.

Charlie freezes at their proximity, blushing a little at the feeling of being close after so long. Luckily his castmates don't realize it because all their attention is on her.

“You are just good for everything huh? Even deciphering hieroglyphs." Owen comments, smiling at her and winking exaggeratedly to make her laugh.

Charlie can't help but feel insecure with the situation. It could be a friendly thing but If Owen really tries to flirt with her, he doesn't know how he would react. Is sad enough not having her in his life anymore, having her as his best friend's girlfriend would just be too painful.

Now, he knows he’s exaggerating, and a lot. But he has to do something about it. Better safe than sorry.

He stretches his neck to meet the eyes of his ex-girlfriend, who is now only inches away. She quickly gets flustered, but hides it pretty well. The problem is that he knows every gesture perfectly and sees through her mask.

“Wh- What, Gillespie?” She manages to say, Charlie can’t help a smile seeing the way she still reacts towards him.

When you know a person completely, every facet, every gesture, every peculiarity, speaking without words is as natural as breathing. And they had both forgotten how amazing it feels to have someone in your life who is this compatible and magnetic.

They start a conversation, she answers to who secretly still believes as her person while he continues making gestures and mimics that no one else understands, writing a word from time to time to make the talk flow better.

"I know. Hey, it's not my fault! So you excuse yourself with the ‘can't talk’ thing huh? how convenient. Yeah, Ok, I will. I said I will!" Her words are the only thing that they manage to get out of the conversation that the secret ex-couple is having, since no matter how much attention they pay to him, they have no idea how Y/N manages to decipher it.

"I have no idea what's going on but I'll take it as a miracle, I was just going to suggest ignoring Charlie these 2 weeks." Jeremy jokes, everyone nods their heads.

“I mean, it’s still a good option.” Madison replies.

The 14 days go by quickly, and with the former couple spending time together daily, rehearsing Charlie's guitar solos together, with Y/N translating his horrible scribbles, or sometimes simply being close to each other enjoying the company, absentmindedly placing their hand on the other's leg or their forehead on their shoulder for a few seconds during the breaks.

Basically the whole team has noticed the flirtatious smiles and the looks, but Charlie was the weakest rival of both and the one who could release some information about it, and without being able to speak they basically ran out of an informant, since the young singer didn’t let go a word about her unexpected chemistry with the guitarist except the typical ‘we are just good friends’.

But without a doubt the energies began to multiply on Monday when Charlie arrived with the green light to be able to speak and start singing in rehearsals. Madison couldn't attend the first few hours because she was at school, so Y/N was going to cover her so the boys could practice.

“The first on the list is Finally Free, the place where we are going to record it only gave us two weeks from now so it will have to be one of the priorities. For the first rehearsal just vibe with the song and we’ll discover where to go from there. Oh, and good luck keeping up with my golden star, you’ll need it."

Y/N starts the first verse on the keyboard, and gets up to sing the chorus in the center, trying to ignore Charlie and looking up at Jeremy. She hadn’t heard him sing for a couple of years, but the same butterflies appear in her stomach and she knows that she will melt if she looks into his eyes.

Unfortunately for her, Kenny doesn't have the same plan, and just before the second verse ends he tells her to walk over to Charlie, who immediately smiles and sings the pre-chorus with much more enthusiasm. The energy they radiate floods the place, both getting closer and closer. By the time the bridge arrives, their foreheads are practically against each other, their lips only an inch apart, and with a confidence and comfort while singing to each other that makes all those who suspected that there was something between them now practically sure.

Luckily there are only Jeremy, Kenny, Owen and Paul in the room, who decide to play a game of divide and conquer now that the snitch part of the equation can speak.

“Y/N, can you come with me for a moment? I have a new idea for ‘Wow’ and a fresh pair of eyes is just what I need.” Paul says, sacrificing himself for the greater good.

“Yeah, of course, I’ll be right back.” The singer takes the opportunity to leave this staring game with Charlie and quickly walks away from the guitarist, who winks at her in a flirting way in response.

The moment they walk out the door, everyone turns to see Charlie, who has no idea what they're up to.

“What?”

"After what just happened you just can't keep pretending nothing's happening. Man, that was more intense than the whole Troyella moments during all three movies." Kenny pretends to be offended for a second and then nods.

"I have never seen anything like this in all my years of career."

“Yeah dude it was electric.” Owen replies, smirking.

“She’s my person.” Charlie mumbles.

If he’s being honest with himself, deep down he always knew she was the only one for him. But that realization was freaking scary. What's next if the only person for you has already turned the page? gave up without a fight? what's left?

"What?" The three ask in unison, and Charles begins to sing like a bird.

“We grew up together and then we lost the way. Like in those romantic movies where just everyone knows they belong together except the childhood best friends and then they end up ruining their lives by being in denial.”

“From what I saw getting back on track shouldn't be too difficult, Charlie. I assure you that whatever you feel she feels it too. Her eyes don’t lie." Jeremy tries to reason with him.

“Leave your teen problems behind. You are old enough to decide what you want and find a way to make it work. But you have to stop pretending that nothing is happening first." Owen scolds his friend.

“Do you love her?” Jer asks.

“That answer is always going to be yes, I just could never stop loving her even If I tried. And I did.” He really did. The surprise he got when the second he had her close to him his heart began to beat like crazy and all he wanted was to hug her and fix everything. It was as if when seeing her eyes time hadn’t passed, as if only the day before they’d been goofing around together. That bond is so big that he doesn’t believe it’s possible to break.

“Then do something about it, bro! Go get your girl back!” Jeremy advises while Kenny smiles.

“Yeah man, it’s ‘Now or never’ like her song, and I guess ours too now? Since she wrote it for Sunset Curve? Well, anyway, it’s like our song says.” Owen exclaims excitedly.

“Ohhh, musical inspiration, let me try. ‘Get up, get out, relight that spark’.” Jeremy sings to Charlie.

“Jer, you are a genius. If you think about it wake up is actually a pretty good soundtrack song for this situation. ‘It's not what you lost, It's what you'll gain raising your voice in the rain’.”

They both keep singing the song until they reach the bridge, Charlie tries to look frustrated but a slight smile escapes his face.

They are right, he still hasn't lost this fight.

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[smoochkooks]

—chapter four: white lies

this is a part of my an ode to a broken heart drabble series.

pairing: jeon jungkook/reader

genre: unrequited love, best friends to (?), heavy angst, future smut

word count: 1.5k

summary: it came easy to you to lie. but with every untold truth, you were hurting more on the inside.

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one year and 6 months ago

April was exceptionally moody that year.  

Every day you woke up to either heavy rainfall or a beautiful, cloudless sky. Alternatively, it could also snow for a couple of hours just to have it all vanish once the sun reappeared. As much as you loved Spring, you hated the capricious weather with passion.  

It was a normal, peaceful, Saturday afternoon. Saturday meant no classes to attend, no work to do on the side. It was just you in your small, cozy apartment, tucked underneath the blanket and binge-watching Attack On Titan.  

You were never an anime enthusiast per se, but you happened to befriend a doe-eyed weeb all those years ago. Your current occupation was just a part of the aftermath. It wasn’t like Jungkook was obsessed, not at all. He was actually far from it. Now, at the tender age of twenty-three, his old hobby was like a relapse. His love for anime was coming in waves every once in a while, gradually transforming into a two-months-long hyperfixation and then, it was nothing. And the cicle continued.

He was currently in the stage of re-watching Attack On Titan, hence why you had been forced to finally give the damned anime a try as well. Hell, he was even coming over tonight to have a marathon with you.

(He’d said that season three, his favourite, you had to watch alongside him.)

You: eren's annoying little shit  

Jungkook: told you so

You: but levi? damn I’d sell my soul for him  

Jungkook: for a 5’2 emotionally unavailable man?  

You: yep. that’s my type

It was far from truth. As much as you liked Captain Levi, he wasn’t Jungkook. You are my type, you wanted to write instead. There hadn’t been a man in my life who managed to even come close to you. But, as always, you kept those confessions to yourself.  

Right when you were about to play another episode, your phone buzzed again.  

Jungkook: I have a weird question  

You: I’m used to that  

You: shoot your shot.  

Jungkook: what’s your finger size?  

Confused, you read his last message once again. That was indeed a weird fucking question to ask, you thought. You had never really been a fan of rings. You only owed one - a gift from your grandmother she gave you for your sixteenth birthday. Rummaging thorough your drawer, you found it in a separate, black case.  

It still fit just right, so you took a ruler, measured the size and googled the results.  

You: it’s 7.5 I guess

You: why do you ask tho?  

Jungkook: I need you to go somewhere with me before our marathon if that’s okay

You: you didn’t answer my question  

You: but okay. what time?

Jungkook: ill pick you up at 5pm  

Jungkook: you’ll see  

Maybe it was for the better he hadn’t told you where he was taking you. If you had know, you would have backed away last minute. Come up with so lame excuse, blame it all on a headache or period cramps.

If you had known Jungkook was taking you to pick up an engagement ring for Soojin, you would have never come with him.  

When you parked in front of one of the most high-ranking jewellery stores dowtown, the solemnity of the situation hit you like a whiplash. You took a deep, shuddering breath. Jungkook was thinking about marrying Soojin. Jungkook was going to propose to her, soon. He was ready to spent the rest of his life with her. 

Jeon Jungkook, the love of your life, was about to slip out of your reach for good. 

You couldn’t cry. Not in front of him. You clenched your fists so tight the knuckles turned white.  

“I figured out you could help me,” Jungkook said, breaking the silence and unbuckled his seatbelt. “I checked Soojin's finger size once when she was showering and then I found out that your’s the same and well, you’re a girl so you obviously know more about jewellery than me and–”

“Jungkook,” you cut him off with a dry chuckle. You didn’t want him to speak. You didn’t want to see him. You wanted to jumped off his car and ran away from that place as far as possible. “You don’t have to explain yourself. I get it.”  

You smiled at him with reassurance. It was actually hilarious, how you mastered the art of feigning your real feelings when you were with him. It came easy to you to lie but with every untold truth, you were hurting more on the inside.  

“I’m here, so you don’t have to worry about chosing something horrible.”  

He grinned and you noticed a dust of pink covering the apples his cheeks. It was hard, so fucking hard seeing him happy because that was all you ever wanted and yet it pained you not to be the main source of it. Jungkook was twenty-three and already so in love he wanted to get married. You were going to see him in a black tux, a prince charming waiting in front of the altar for his princess.  

It ached. Why did it ache to see him happy?

The lady who worked at the jewellery store greeted you politely with a bow. “What can I do for you?” she asked.  

“We are looking for engagement rings.” Jungkook answered.

You could tell she was a bit astounded but her professional smile never faltered when she responded with, “Oh, that’s still quite unusual to see the couple chosing an engagement ring together.”  

You were about to protest but then, Jungkook did something you would never expect him to do.  

He grasped your hand.

(It was warm. His touch was soothing. Comforting. Then why did it hurt so bad?)  

“My girlfriend wants to chose the ring herself but she doesn’t know when she will get it.”  

To make matters worse, he sent you a wink. The store’s clerk cooed at the scene and clasped a hand over her chest. For her it was yet another day at work, yet another pair of adults who had decided to get marry.  

“You make a really beautiful couple.” she said. 

Even Jungkook’s hand squeezing yours couldn’t ease the sting you felt hearing her speak those words to you. You smiled lightly for good measure. She then pointed at the display and gave you some time and space too look at the options.

Your whole face felt hot. Jungkook was still holding your hand, still playing the role of a perfect boyfriend. He didn’t seem to notice what kind of effect it had on you. He didn’t know how fast your heart was beating, how warm his touch felt on your skin. It was all just a silly joke to him.

He leaned closer to you, so the store's clerk couldn’t hear him. His breath tickled your skin. “You’re blushing.” he whispered.  

“Shut up.”  

He chuckled and let go of your hand. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to make you feel uncomfortable.”  

(No matter how much it hurt you on the inside, you already missed his touch.)

“It’s okay. Let’s chose my damned ring, shall we?” you proposed, mustering a nonchalant tone.  

Dodging uneasiness with humor always worked out, it seemed.

You felt odd and out of place standing next to him and staring at all those glimmering jewels. In the corner of the eye you saw the lady who worked there glancing at you from time to time and that was when you remembered you were supposed to act like a soon-to-be fiancée. 

“They’re all pretty.” you said to Jungkook. 

“Which one you like the most then?”  

You didn’t have to think long about the answer. The ring with an emerald stone caught your eye from the beginning. It was different than the others, definitely not a standard choice for engagement but something about its peculiarity made you want it to have it shinning on your finger one day.  

Except, you weren’t here for yourself. Jungkook wasn’t your boyfriend. You were helping him chose a ring for Soojin. And you knew exactly what she would like.  

So you pointed at the number thirty-two. A sparkling, white-gold ring with an oval-shaped diamond.  

Jungkook let out a hum. “It’s really pretty, yeah. Excuse me,” he called. “My girlfriend would like to try out this one.”  

You ignored the phantom pain you felt as you put the ring on. You flexed your fingers and just for a moment, you pretended it wasn’t a farce your best friend came up with. The diamond shone brightly just like the glimmers of happiness in Jungkook's eyes. He didn’t have to worry about Soojin's answer. He knew it would be thousand times yes.

You were good at pretending. After all, you had been practicing the art of it almost your entire life.  

So you drove with Jungkook to your apartment and listened to him babbling about his newest project at work. You made snacks, sat in front of your TV and spent the next couple of hours watching Attack On Titan. You cursed him for spoiling you a few bits of the show and Jungkook, like the petty Virgo he was, reminded you how you accidentally revealed him Little Women's ending because you had read the book years before.

As you laughed and bickered with him, you still remembered about the crimson box tucked in the pocket of his leather jacket, but you didn’t allow yourself to break. Not yet.  

It was only when Jungkook fell asleep around 1am that you stepped into the shower and let the tears flow.  

And a week later, when the dreaded became real–

Jungkook: she said yes!!!

A white lie was told to avoid hurting someone’s feelings.

You: I’m so happy for you, Jungkook!  

After all, the best you could do was give up your happiness for the sake of his own.

[butterbeerblurbs]

feeling heavy in the strongest arms (f.w.)

💌 : today, your heart felt exceptionally heavy. fred holds your heart gently in his hands, willing to keep you in his arms even if he doesn’t know why you feel that way. as long as it makes you feel a little bit better, that was all fred was willing to take.

📝 word count: 1,786 words / fred weasley x reader / 🌸 ☔️ pretty sad feels but somewhat comforting...? idek

💬: i just pictured, this could be one of the way fred could comfort y/n when she’s feeling upset and there’s no direct reasoning (also bc i see fred as someone who’s sensible to someone’s emotions, especially someone he’s infatuated with ;w;)

from the moment fred’s eyes landed on you in the great hall to start off his morning, something didn’t quite sit right. sure, you gave him the usual smile that sends the tingles down his spine and the burst of warmth gently combusts within when he’s able to spare you a kiss on your cheek as you take your spot next to him but... still, something’s not right.

“g’morning pretty lady,” fred tries the playful method and anticipates for the usual look of “fake” disgust. it doesn’t happen. instead he gets a small smile, a chuckle, even though he feels like that’s the last thing you want to be doing. 

“good morning, freddie,”

yet, fred doesn’t think it’s all that good.

he lets it slide, deciding not to bring it up in the morning when... maybe, just maybe, you didn’t sleep well? he’s hoping for that to be the case (because then it’s another excuse to take a nap together) but... no. when hermione asks if you slept well, you said you slept like a baby. you slept through angelina’s bloody snoring. that only meant you did sleep well.

if it’s not sleep then... hm... could it be-”oi, what are you doing? thinking about eating your own girlfriend for breakfast instead of what’s in front of you?”

fred turns to a mirror of himself, raising a brow with a smirk, “do you really want me to answer that, georgie?”

george gags and looks away, “merlin, you’re going to make me vomit out what i just ate,”

fred hears your voice laughing at what you’ve managed to hear between him and his twin. but when he glances back and locks eyes with you for a moment, he still doesn’t buy that everything’s alright.

//

said ginger boy is still confused as the day continues.

he’s had hours to ponder upon this and the more he observes from you, the more confused he gets. his answers doesn’t match up with the way you were acting (yes, he has been staring at you for a rather long time than doing actual work). it’s like... you were fine? but not really? fine to the eyes of the public, tip-top shape but... nothing about you gets past fred weasley.

absolutely nothing. not when he’s spent days upon months that gathered into the years of learning about you, still surprising himself how much he’s able to love you more each day.

this... this was new.

he wasn’t sure if it was good or bad. he’ll continue thinking about it if it wasn’t for-”mr. weasley, maybe you’ll be able to produce something of worth if you actually did the work,” snape’s voice stiffen’s fred’s spine, and snape’s hand physically pushes the nape of his neck down to get to work.

he’ll get down to this soon enough... after potion’s, it seems.

//

surprisingly, fred manages to complete the task just in time for snape to barely let him scrape out of his classroom. fred anticipates he’ll have to rush after you as he collects his things but-”you alright, freddie?”

that voice makes him almost drop his book, missing his bag by an inch as he snaps his head towards the source of who that voice belonged to.

he gapes when you’re standing in front of him with a small smile, books to your chest and bag over your shoulder. you came to check up on him. even when it seems like the world has been unfairly cruel to you, you, still proved the world wrong with such kindness fred thinks you must be an actual angel.

“y-y/n,” he gapes, and that’s starting to-”you’re scaring me, freddie, are you alright?”

he runs his hand through his hair and stares at you, bewildered. however, he is thankful that the room is now empty as the remaining couple of students flutter out. “how?”

he hates how you look genuinely confused as your brows knit together, a pout forming whenever you felt unsure about something.

“h-how what?”

“how could you ask me that? how?” he shoves his book into his bag and leaves it on the stool, now both hands freely extending towards you to give you a gentle shake by your sides, “how can you ask me that when you’re the one not feeling okay?”

like a switch, fred watches as the facade you’ve been putting up all morning seems to crumble. he notices it starts with your breath hitching, which then slowly trails off to how your eyes appear sharp, suddenly blurry with the tell-tales of tears glassing over. fred could see himself frowning in them, and he absolutely hates the gut-wrenching feeling that swallows him whole.

even when you’re about to cry, there’s still a smile on your face.

“i-i can’t seem to hide anything from you, huh fred weasley?”

fred takes this moment to slip your books past your hands, nudging them onto the table. you allow your bag to slip from your shoulders as he tries to keep you close. and he doesn’t know if he’s doing that for your sake, or his.

“i... i feel heavy, freddie,” your voice barely makes it out to him, but it does. and each word is breaking his heart as he watches you try to explain your feelings that you weren’t completely sure of yourself. “it’s like... there’s a weight on my heart, pressing me down and i-”you lick your lips, tasting the saltiness trickling down you cheeks-”-i... feel so heavy, my heart feels so heavy,” you’re clutching onto the fabric of your robe directly above your heart, “it hurts so much, and i don’t even know why,” your voice is strained, stretched out across acres of trying to figure out why you feel like this but to no avail.

“i was feeling okay when i woke up this morning,” your lips are quivering at this point, sniffing as the tears can’t seem to stop, “why does it feel like my world has turned upside down all of a sudden?” fred knows you’re not asking him for the answer, rather, if there was a cruel higher up that was playing mind games with you, that was surely where your questions were directed to.

“i-i have everything, maybe not everything entirely but i should be happy,” you breathed in and out heavily, feeling your knees shaking, “and i am, genuinely am, but today,” fred doesn’t know since when you were out of breath, “m-my heart aches so much,”

fred flinches when you blink up to him, tears falling like your heart at the unexplainable weight that made its way without you noticing. he holds you tight, almost crushing you as he keeps you close to him like it’s the only thing he knows how to comfort you now. your hands don’t even make it around him, only going so far up to his waist to clutch onto the material of his robe hanging by his sides. he closes his eyes and gently strokes the back of your head, attempting to ease your sobs against his chest. he’ll willingly soak all of your tears, sadness, any ill feelings if he could. but knowing he can’t, if this could make you a little bit better or ease just a portion of the weight you were feeling, that’s as much as he’s grateful for.

it feels like an eternity ticked by but in reality it’s a mere ten minutes. your erratic breathing has calmed down from the nosedive of emotions you displayed that it’s starting to make you blush a little. fred only notices this when you’ve gone extremely quiet. he leans back just a little to peek at you, not only with red puffy eyes but also red cheeks.

“what’s the matter, love?” he asks softly, dipping down to get a glance at your eyes that seem too shy to meet with his now.

“i... i’m sorry, this was a lot to take in and... i just realised how much it was,” your tone was different this time. it registered to fred that... this was a tone he recognized. one of your hands remain holding to his robe, while the other reaching up to lightly punch his chest.

it may sound ridiculous but fred could hear yourself coming back. he could feel the aura around your changing.

“don’t tell me you’re sorry, y/n. you’re absolutely mad if you feel that now,” he raises a brow at you, “after all you just said? and cried? are you crazy?”

that makes you giggle - a genuine one, fred thinks - hands gingerly crawling around him to finally return the long-awaited hug.

“well... it’s... it’s not everyday you suddenly have to deal with your girlfriend bursting into tears and have no specific reason for it,” your voice is still raspy and sore from all the crying, but fred could pick out the syllables that gesture to him sonically that you were feeling better.

“i’d gladly take all of that in if it means i’m helping you overcome it,” he proudly puffs his chest out with that grin on his face but it also makes your heart swell at how much love you could feel he’s pouring just from the way he’s staring at you.

“thank you, freddie,” you lean forward to tuck yourself into his embrace, cheek against his chest. you can hear him smile as he squeezes you, then sway your bodies idly as he hums back, “don’t need to thank me, love,”

as the pair of you stay like that in silence (only for a few more minutes before you’d have to hurry along for the day), it’s like there’s an understanding that fred can’t possibly lift the weight up entirely for you. these were your emotions, after all.

but that doesn’t mean fred can’t stay with you as you get through them.

hand in hand, chest to chest.

((”promise if you want to cry, you’ll come to me? or at least, come see me after?” fred didn’t give you room to answer as he squishes your cheeks, towering over you with concerned eyes even though you're laughing, “yes, love? is that a yes? if you’re laughing like a goddess sent from above, i’ll take that as a yes!”

he was having a bit of trouble trying to push your cheeks together when you were grinning so wide, it’s making his heart do somersaults. not even the groaning of people at the common room could divert him away. (the both of you were, afterall, just mere steps away from them when you’re just by the stairs)

“yes, freddie, promise.”

“atta girl.” he winks, pressing a quick kiss to your lips before he watches you go up to your room.))

[beann-e]

“ let’s go“

“ excuse me “

“ I said let’s go . “

Your eyes creased as you leaned back into your desk chair —leg moving to cross over the other as your hands landed together in a hold on your lap. Eyes looking up at the male in front of you.

“ look at you looking everywhere but this messy ass desk I see “

you scoffed “ if it’s so messy why do you keep coming down here just to add on to it ? “

his head shaking a bit at your comment he had to admit he was a bit interested in your words even though he originally came here for a purpose. He had to see how this would play out. So yeah he’d play your little game.

“ huh mister prohero “ your face lit up in sadness to mock the male in front of you “ aw wait I forgot I have to be exact with my words when it comes to you because your emotionally challenged“

you stood up placing your hands on the desk in between you and the blond haired male.

“ the only thing ‘ challenged ‘ here is this crusty ass run down building I had to buy glasses to find “

“ ouu where are they? maybe they could also help you see this“ you smiled before reaching into your suit jacket only to pout “ crap hold up it’s not in there it’s something I picked up specially for you hold on “

“ what the hell are you looking for in there your taking awhile “ he spoke louder after a couple minutes seemed to pass and you were still searching around

“ huh that’s weird — hold on I can’t seem to find it “

“ find what ? “ his face made up in confusion as his eyes followed your body that was looking through your desk only to turn and rummage through the drawers behind you“ fuck is it really that bad —you’ve gotta clean y/n “

“ yeah I know hold on I swear I know where it is I keep a lot of them just in case “

“ is it important or some shit ?— if not I can wait I swear i’ll just come back down here tomorrow“ he sighed still trying to look over you shoulder “ I just came down here to fuck with you before heading ho—“

“ yeah no you’ll want it a lot of people seem to want it these days — it’s hot on the market “

“ well what the hell is i— “

“ AHA “ you screamed your hand stuck in the drawer as he tried to peek over your back to see what it was his body shrinking when he saw your eyes whip around to lock with his. Him going back to the cool, calm collected guy he was minutes ago as he ran his fingers through his hair

“ here look it’s limited edition these days “

“ what is it like an all might collectable or some shi— “

His heart stopped when he seen you fully turn around and smirk your eyebrow slightly raised as his eyes slowly went downcast on your hand showing off the freshly painted middle finger.

It straightened to perfection as it stood tall only causing the male to fume silently and speak under his breath “ what the hell “

“ look baku it’s the fuck you so desperately want me to give “ You pushed it towards him as you walked around your desk to get closer seeing the upset face he held “ aw what you don’t like it “

you sucked your teeth reaching into your back pocket “ here i’ll exchange it for you “ you brought your hand out from your pocket and back into his face as he started to shake slightly. You knew you’d went too far. Your jokes always went further than a person wanted you to.

You were fucking with him

He didn’t like it

He wouldn’t like it this time

.. He liked it

— he liked it

wait he lik—

Your eyes widened as you stared up at him face going stone when you finally seen that his lips were pressed harshly on yours. His moves were rough hands fast and quick already knowing what to do while you struggled with yourself over where to put your own.

No matter how many times the male before you kissed you it always felt differently each time. Your body relaxed into his as he smiled into the kiss only to laugh and bring his forehead to rest against yours “ your so fucking stupid “

“ but I beat you in class ranks in high school “

his smile widened he couldn’t even find it in himself to be upset not when you were having fun with your joke “ yes yes you did “

you smiled softly only to have it wiped away when he opened his mouth again “ but I beat you in jobs you asshole “

“ hey prick I enjoy my job “ he nodded his head as he moved to sit in your work chair “ yeah no no of course “

his hand moved to pull a cup of old coffee from behind your computer as he looked at you “ I would totally be able to tell— babe all id need is an everyday trip to your luxurious work place“ he lifted the coffee cup and held it to his cheek smiling softly to mess with you

he swiveled your computer monitor to the side to show off the millions of coffee cups you had hidden from his and your employees eyes

“ god so many— how would corporate feel about this knowing you’ve got all this shit piled up back here— it’s screaming that you overwork yourself y/n “

“ uh i’m mostly worried about my bosses opinion “

he smiled up at you only to shake his head with a small laugh whispering under his breath “ fucking stupid—you’re your boss “

he laid his cheek onto his palm as he looked up at you anytime he was around you it was like he was completely swallowed whole by your vibes. You were such a down to earth person and that’s what calmed him no matter what argument or how many there were you always found a way to calm him and the situation down.

no matter what you said or did he would always find a way to look at you as though you were holding the whole world in your eyes “ and what does your boss say y/n ? “

you perked up “ ouu good thing I have em on call let’s see “ you reached out to grab your husbands phone hand wrapping around it tightly feeling the many scratches it had on it’s back from the slams of it on the table after one too many documents he’d filled out the night before at work.

He was always so angry and mean—even to objects

Your fingers moved to put in the password as he looked at you head leaning back to rest against the chair as he moved the chair from side to side you having his full attention before he reached out to grab your phone sliding over to answer the call

“ hi is this big bird ? or also known as red from angry birds ? “

“ Ill let you slide with your comments because your voice sounds kinda hot right now and i like your suit — but yes this is your local prick hotline how may I assist you today “

A smile made its way onto your face as you watched his own just grow larger and larger over time “ oh I see so this is the one and only katsuki bakugou hmm “

you tapped your chin “ so tell me what’s someone as unimportant as yourself doing answering your bosses phone “

“ ouuu hard question “ he played with his keys that laid on your work desk “ I came here to ask em out for lunch maybe go out to go karts y’know since there’s a little brat at home who’s been dying to ride one ever since they’ve seen that shitty commercial “

“ mmhmm so please enlighten me what does this have to do with you answering your bosses phone “

“ nothing “

“ oh ? “ your eyes widened “ well I heard several complaints that you were just telling your boss what to do as if their not head of your company or in other words your “ you whispered “ boss “

“ yeah I guess i’ve fucked up huh ? should have actually dressed up instead of coming to get em’ in sweats serves me right— here i’ll pass the phone to my boss since they seem to look more business professional today — I don’t feel worthy enough to answer my bosses phone “

“as you should — nice to know you’ve finally learned your place“ you bit your lip at his quietness expecting him to go off or say something snappy but he only encouraged you to continue with a small smile and a head nod.

Honestly he was enjoying you he loved your jokes even if they sometimes went too far or if they hurt his pride he loved to see you enjoying yourself.

He’d rather you be open and comfortable with him and tell your horribly stupid jokes versus beating yourself up and thinking you have to watch what you say around him

“ fuck it’s gotta be the pantsuit is that why your letting me do all this—you douche your probably paying more attention to my suit than me “

“ correct smart girl —role reversal? “

“ we’re switching back? “ you laughed confirming his statement “ role reversal “

“ fine by me “ you smiled as he held out your phone to you and you held out his to him.

“ yes may I speak to y/n bakugou ? “ he stated as he spoke into his phone

“ mm i’m not sure I know them could you be more exact “

he scoffed “ yes my boss — i’m looking to speak with my boss please “

“ oo a boss —wife —plus a mother that’s a lucky catch you should be greatful — le asshole“

His smile faded as he stared at your eyes that locked with his . In this moment nothing could compare to the happiness he felt except for when he took his child to their first quirk appointment and received the good news of them not only having his quirk but yours too. Happily he wouldn’t have to deal with his kid getting bullied sadly he had a mini icy hot running around.

This was why he married you and this is why he loved you because what felt like hours of conversation had only been 10 minutes. He felt like he’d been transported to another world when he was talking to you. What originally started out as him just coming to take his wife and daughter on a lunch date turned into him on the phone with his boss.

You,

yet again being reminded that he’d always fall under you in status , in authority , at home, in the marriage , at work , and in his heart. Youd always be the one in power

“your fucking funny — a comedian really —always keeping me on my toes so yeah—yeah a real lucky catch— ‘m fucking lucky “

[doom-of-war-writing]

Yo it’s me again. How about Kaeya, Diluc and Zhongli Shlongli (separately) asking their crush or lover to dance w them? Maybe at a festival Liyue or just as a drunkenly spur of the moment decision at the Dawn Winery owned Angel’s Share? Perhaps in front of the cathedral when a bard played a nice tune or something of the sort. Idk. Feel free to only do one or two of the characters if you want or add a different one if you had a fitting idea for them. Thanks again!

Diluc, kaeya and big dong zhong wanting to dance with their crush/lover

Thank you for the request bro

Feel free to request more as well : )

I assume you wanted scenarios? So ill try my best

Characters: kaeya, diluc, zhongli

Warnings: drunkness sorta, not really detailed tho (kaeya)

@strawberrymilkuwo

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Kaeya

—— if Crush

• A bit more hesitant

• Def hes more shy around his crush

• Probably a little drunk when he asks you

• Stumbles a bit over his words

• Even if drunk, hes still a pretty good dancer

• Probably just wraps his arms around you to ‘dance’ though

• On the chance that he does dance somewhat properly, its still a bit slow

You had been watching the bards performance from the bar, unaware of the adoring gazes from a certain calvary captain. You had been so enraptured with the bards performance, you hadn’t even noticed the calvarys captains approach, until he sat down shuffling the chair abit.

“Hm? Oh, hi kaeya!” You greeted happily, the male looked at you and smiled

“Ah, h-hello, (y/n). I didnt notice you there” kaeya had a faint slur on his voice and his cheeks were flushed lightly. He fiddled with his fingers and glanced nervously at your hands.

“Kaeya are you alright? You seem nervo-“

“(Y/n), please dance with me!” Kaeya cut you off, he got a bit louder, but luckily no one payed too much attention

“Thats what you’re all fumbling over yourself for kaeya? Should’ve said that sooner, i would love to dance! Come on!” You grabbed kaeyas hand and pulled him off his seat, he assumed his position in front of you and wrapped his arms around you. both of you settled into a nice rhythm of steps, although you were pretty sure this wasn’t a real dance.

“(Y/n), i love you” kaeya murmured quietly into your hair unnoticed by you.

——if Lover

• Way more confident

• Would probably just grab you and pull you to his chest

• Probably does this anytime their is music

• He just cant get enough of being near you, and dancing just gives him an excuse

• Can dance

• And he does, prefers slow stuff, cause it doesn’t matter if hes hugging you while dancing

Kaeya had been telling you story when the bard started playing, after which he stopped talking and started to watch the bard and his performance. You had turned your attention to the bard as well, kaeya watched you with a fond expression a small smile playing on his own lips

Kaeya stood and brushed himself off, gaining a confused look from you

“Are you alright kaeya?” You tilted you head standing as well, when kaeya grabbed your hands and tugged you out into the opening, a swift tug bringing you into kaeya’s chest

“Now im more than alright” kaeya hummed leading you out a bit more and hugging you swaying with you, after a bit you both did start to somewhat actually dance with footwork and stuff as well.

“I love you” kaeya hummed rubbing your back

“I love you too, kaeya” you mumbled into his chest, smiling brightly.

Diluc

—— if crush

• Probably would have to be at angels share

• Mainly watches you

• Would take a few of your visits to his bar on his shift to get confident enough to ask you

• Might have done it out of jealousy, probably kaeya

• Also prefers to sway, but like, nothing else, kaeya implements some elements of dance and diluc just will sway with you

Diluc was aggressivly cleaning a glass, red glare boring a hole into the back of calvary captains blue head, kaeya had approached you at the bar and initiated a conversation that had felt like it lasted hours for diluc, but in reality it had only been 30 minutes. He frowned as you luaghed at something kaeya had said.

He watched as the bard was setting up to do another song, and quickly observed kaeya watching the bard, diluc glanced at you and then back at kaeya, another small frown making its way to his face. He set down the glass and was about to grab another when he heard the bard start to play, he stopped and turned around, staring at you and then he watched kaeya turn. In a spur of panic diluc moved forward and tapped your shoulder

“Ah (y/n), would you like to dance with me?” Diluc offered a tiny smile at you, face flushing a deeper and deeper red as he realized what he said, and the fact that you were giving him such a dazzling smile

“Of course! I’d love to!” You smiled brighter, diluc felt like he could die, his heart was pounding against his chest. He nodded and went around the bar, frowning at kaeya when the blue haired male winked at him.

“Alright then, come on” diluc mumbled offering his arm to you

“So impatient” you giggled, taking his arm and letting yourself be tugged into dilucs chest.

“Hmph” diluc grunted trying to hide his ever reddening face in your hair, wrapping his arms around you and doing his best to stumble dance with you.

—— if lover

• Would dance at angels share if it wasnt too busy

• Again, doesnt really dance, just wants to kinda hug you and sway and thinks thats good enough

• Would dance at angels share fr if you ask enough

• Like actual footwork, would act annoyed but he enjoys it

Diluc sat at his desk going over all the papers and orders. adjusting his reading glasses he sighed and moved his glasses to rub his tired eyes.

Diluc stretched in his chair and stood up, looking out the window at the dark sky. He quickly turned when he heard a soft knock on the door

“Hm, come in” diluc managed to stifle a yawn as he slid off his reading glasses. his eyes widened when he saw you coming in, rubbing your tired eyes.

“What are you doing up? Its late “ you yawned coming over and hugging diluc

“I was working, but come on, you should go to bed. I still have ome more work but i-“

“No, im not going to bed until you do” you hugged his tighter, making diluc sigh. Diluc smiled and wrapped his arms around you, beginning to sway back and forth with you in his arms, while softly humming into your hair.

Zhongli

—— if lover/crush

• He probably treats you the same wether your together or not

• Maybe a bit more romantic in relationship idk

• Actually dances, litterally he actually will do proper form and footwork

• If you dont know how

• He’ll teach you

• Enjoys humming while you dance

You were at a festival in liyue clinging to zhonglis arm as you both navigated your way through the crowd, zhongli had said something about a surprise and you were quite confused, he was usually very open about what you two did.

“Zhongli, where are we going?”

“You’ll see, we’re almost there, love” zhongli hummed a small smile setting itself on his face, you tilted ypur head but decided it couldnt be that far, so you decided to take zhonglis word for it

Eventually you both enterd an opening in the crowd, their were a few other couples dancing together and chuckled

“Is this your surprise, zhongli? Dancing?” You chuckled walking to stand beside zhongli

“Of course, come on, we’re not here to watch after all” zhongli chuckled and pulled you out into the clearing, pulling you closer and gently leading you around a fond smile on his face as he looked down at you, ignoring every time you would step on his toes or luaghing a bit when you tripped or stumbled before helping you steady yourself again before continuing with the dance

[lawslessons]

A Healing Touch (Law x Reader)

“It just takes one touch, and then you’ll know in an instant that they’re the one for you. They’ll be the one that heals you...”

Hello, dears! I hope you all enjoy this! This is the letter N from the soulmate list, nursing! The premise is that a touch from your soulmate is enough to heal any ailment, any illness forever. Because of my school work load and some health issues, I may be publishing less just to take care of myself. Thank you for understanding. Love you all!

Modern! Au

Warnings: Terminal/Chronic illness, medical devices, mentions of death

Synopsis: It had been years since they had first found out they were sick. Another broken down van and another hospital trip for them to hear news they already knew before: Their illness was chronic and slowly becoming worse as time went on. But one faithful encounter with a certain doctor may be enough to change their path for the better. 

“How many years has it been since we found out you had this? Seven? Eight?” Nami asked with a small sigh as she sat with her friend on the small chair that was by the hospital bed. Her friend smiled and shook their head.

“Ten,” Ten softly said as they looked up at the ceiling as the IV in their skin slowly inserted the fluids into their system. Their eyes were somewhat dull and the bags had become more prominent from the lack of sleep these past couple of days and the serious lack of nutrition.

“The feeding tube doesn’t look comfortable,” Nami winced as she looked at the tube inside of her friend’s nose. They laughed and smiled at Nami with an affectionate smile on their face.

“You’re right, it isn’t. But I need this, I haven’t been able to keep food down in days,” they pointed out as they looked at the monitors that were next to them and saw all the vitals they were presenting. “I’m sick of being in these damn hospitals all the time though,” They said as they rubbed their face in some frustration. “I want to be able to go back and explore and have fun with you and the gang again. This is just ridiculous at this point, I’m holding you guys back,” They frowned. Nami frowned with them and moved to hold onto their hand and squeeze it.

“No, no you’re not. You can’t control your illness, no one blames you for that. Besides, maybe we can finally find a doctor here that can actually give more answers inside of just giving you fluids,” Nami sighed, the woman read the look on her friend’s face and saw that they weren’t as confident as she was in having answers so soon for this illness.

“Maybe, I’m not sure,” they sighed. “It’s getting harder each time I’m stuck here,” they said as they looked at their wrist with the numerous hospital bands on it. Nami watched the light beginning to fade from her friend’s eyes and it broke her heart just a little more.

“We can look for another — “ Nami was quickly cut off by a knock on the door and someone opening the door.

“Is this (Y/N)?” A gruff and tired voice asked as he started to look through his tablet. Part of his face was obscured by his blue mask, but they were able to see some tattoos on his hands as he typed some vital work on his tablet. “I’m the immunology specialist here, I’m here on a special consult for your case,” He said as he checked the fluids being given to them and typed some more.

“What’s your name?” Nami asked.

“Doctor Law,” The man said as he stepped back from the vital machines and looked over at Nami and her friend for a brief second. “Alright, I’m starting you on a new course of antibiotics and we’re going to take some blood samples to get some tests run,” he said as he looked up from his tablet. “Any questions?” It didn’t look like he wanted to ask that, it seemed as if he was forced to ask that out of obligation for his job. They knew that, so they knew better than to ask, but Nami didn’t seem to know that.

“How do you know that you need to start them on something new? You didn’t even do an exam,” she pointed out.

“I don’t need to,” The doctor shrugged, and they sighed at that.

“Nami, it’s alright. It’s not like he’s going to find anything new about my condition anyways,” they sighed. But the moment the words left their lips, they regretted it. Law visibly scowled and he looked away from the two who were in the room with him.

“Excuse me. I need to check on some other patients now,” he said before he went to leave the room a bit rigidly. They both watched as Law left the room and winced when the door was closed a bit roughly behind him. Silence ensued for a moment before Nami began to snicker and laugh.

“Why did you say that? I don’t think it’s a good idea to make your doctor mad,” Nami teased. They rolled their eyes and smiled at their friend.

“It’s whatever, he know’s I’m right. No doctor has been able to figure this out, what makes him think he’s so special?” They asked. Nami had to admit that what they were saying was true, she had even seen this play out in other cities and other hospitals throughout the country. They continued to talk for a few more hours before a nurse came in to inform Nami that it was time for her to leave.

“I’ll see you in the morning, alright?” Nami assured her friend as the nurses changed her friend’s medication and wrote some notes down for the doctor who as working on her friend’s case.

“Yeah, I’ll see you then,” they smiled before they started to drift off to sleep from the heavy doses of the new medication they were now on. They slept for a while until they heard something fall down in their room. They stirred in their sleep and tiredly rubbed their eyes to look up at who was in their room. Their eyes met gray ones and for a moment, the world was still between them.

“Sorry, I dropped my pen,” Law softly said as he picked up his tablet’s pen and pocketed it and looked down at the person who was staring at him. “I’m sorry that I woke you up,” he said as he awkwardly took a step back.

“Why are you here?” They asked.

“I’m checking your levels. You had low sugar and your pulse was low too,” Law explained as he looked at the monitor again. “Your levels are leveling out now, but I’m going to need you to stay here for a few more days for observation. I looked through your medical history and it would put me at ease if you stayed here,” Law said as he looked down at them again. They smirked and shook their head.

“Put you at ease?” They teased. Law scoffed and looked away.

“You know what I mean. I’m waiting on some of your tests results to come back, you know by now how slow the labs can be,” Law casually said as he looked at his tablet again. They were surprised, was he really trying to make conversation with them?

“I do know, I’ve been in and out of hospitals for ten years,” They shared. Law looked over at them and seemed to be giving them more of his attention so they could elaborate. “I was pretty young, like fourteen? Fifteen? I can’t remember, the years are blending together at this point. Anyways, I was just at school and suddenly I wasn’t. Suddenly I couldn’t stomach milk, gluten, anything. And then I felt like I was constantly on fire, I found out I was having an allergic reaction to the air freshener in my house. And when we went to the hospital, we found out that my organs were starting to shut down from how intense the reaction was. More than me being scared, my friends were terrified. My best friend Nami cried so much, we missed prom together with our other friends because of this,” They shared. And before they even knew it, Law pulled up a chair next to them and they spent the rest of the night talking, they honestly would’ve talked longer if it wasn’t for Law’s pager going off.

“I need to take this, I’ll see you later then,” He said before he had to stand up and leave. For the time they were talking to one another, they didn’t feel sick. But the second he was out of the room, their stomach started to turn and churn rather uncomfortably inside of them. They tried to get as much rest as they could before Nami and the rest of the crew came in with masks on.

“Hello! Did you sleep well?” Nami asked as she sat down next to her friend.

“Well — “ “Oi, there was someone weird standing by the door,” Luffy said as he stuffed his hands into his pockets and Zoro pointed at the door.

“Was he tall? Dark hair and with tattoos?” They asked, this emphasis on details didn’t seem to slip by Nami or Robin for that matter.

“Yeah, he was,” Usopp said while they felt their face grow a little more flushed.

“Why don’t you guys go see what’s in the cafeteria while me and Robin talk to them?” Nami suggested. And before anyone could protest, Luffy began to laugh and grab his friend’s by their hands and drag them out of the room to check out the hospital food. “Ok, so what happened after I left? I missed a lot,” Nami pouted while Robin chuckled next to her.

“I didn’t sleep that much last night,” they began before explaining with an embarrassed smile what they and Law had talked about in the night. By the end, Nami had a big smile plastered across her face.

“You like your doctor, don’t you?” Nami teased.

“Hush! No I don’t. I haven’t even known him that long,” they defended.

“I don’t believe that is a good criteria to measure it by,” Robin said with a small smile. Nami nodded in agreement before she pointed an accusatory finger at her friend.

“You’re avoiding the truth because you’re scared! You like him, and that’s ok to admit,” Nami tried to assure them. They looked a little hesitant, they brought their legs up to their chest and sighed.

“I am scared, I will admit that. I’m scared because I haven’t liked someone since I’ve gotten sick and I’m worried about what may happen if I were to one day… you know…” The trio went silent at that and all of their minds began to spin.

“Maybe that won’t happen,” Robin hopefully said, being hopeful like this wasn’t like her, so Nami knew that her friend had more to explain. “There’s this phenomenon where soulmates are able to cure each other of their ailments when they’re finally together,” she explained. Their jaw dropped and they quickly looked away.

“First you say I like him and now you’re saying soulmates? Isn’t that a bit much?” They softly asked. “I mean, I don’t think that’s possible, things like that happen in fairytales to royals, and I am not a royal. I am a regular person who is sick and dying,” a wave of sadness dropped over all of them at their words.

“Dying…?” Nami found herself asking her dear friend. They looked up at the ceiling and sighed softly.

“I’m tired of fighting,” They admitted. They heard the gasp of shock from Nami and could feel the frown from Robin, but that didn’t deter them. “There’s no point if there isn’t a cure. Every time I’m forced to be in a hospital, I get better for a few weeks and then I’m back and I’m worse than before,” their hands grabbed at the blankets as tears began to well into their eye’s. “I’m so tired of all this pain, it never ends…”

A few hours later, Nami and the rest of the group left when a nurse scolded them all for being too loud. When their friends were gone, they found themselves stuck in their own thought again. With their knees at their chest, a flood of negative emotions dropped over them and threatened to drown them before a voice seemed to pull them out of the water.

“I got your lab tests back,” He said as he closed the door behind himself and moved to be standing at the edge of his bed. “As you probably expect, the results aren’t good,” They scoffed at that and turned away from him. Why did he have to be so blunt? Couldn’t he read the situation. “But, I can do something about then,” Law shared as he tried to get them to look at him. He sighed and moved back to be a safe distance away before he pulled his mask down. When they saw his full face, their face went a soft shade of pink. Of course he had to be even more attractive, how was this even possible? “Are you listening to me?“ Law scowled, they quickly snapped out of their little day dream and nodded their head.

“Yes.”

“Anyways,” he sighed in some annoyance. “I need you to trust me,” He then said.

“Why? I don’t even know you that well,” They pointed out. Even though they talked all night, that wasn’t near enough time to get to know who he really was.

“You don’t know me? So what? I need you to trust in my medical skills,” Law sounded a little disappointed but they didn’t seem to care as much. After their talk with Robin and Nami earlier, their mind had been in one spot the entire night.

“And what if I refuse to go through with your treatment?” They asked.

“Your prognosis isn’t good,” Law looked dumbfound that they were even considering refusing his treatment, his advice. “I can only promise you weeks. Maybe a month.” They went quiet at that. The sobering thought of dying from their illness hit them. They didn’t even realize that it had gotten this bad until now.

“A month is all I need,” They finally said as they looked up at Law with a serious and content expression on their face.

“What?” Law asked in a small whisper. Were they being serious? A month? Was that all they really wanted?

“What is living if I’m stuck living in a hospital for another ten years? I would rather live one more month on the road with my friends. Our van is almost fixed, soon we can hit the road again. When it’s done, I want to leave here and live out the rest of my life,” They stated. Law looked absolutely appalled by what they were saying, while he never got involved with patient matters, he couldn’t help but feel drawn to them.

“No.” Law stated. His hands balled into fists and he glared down at the person in front of him. “You didn’t even listen to what I had to say, do you want to die that badly? Why?” Law asked. They didn’t seem to deny that, they knew that they were rejected Law’s suggestion without even listening to him.

“Do you think this is living? Laying down in a hospital bed? Not being able to eat? Crying constantly because of the pain? This isn’t living, this is hell. I’m in hell, Law,” They bluntly stated. “I just want to see heaven even if it’s only for a month, I’d give anything for that,” They admitted with tears freely flowing from their cheeks at this point. That caught Law off guard, he wasn’t expecting there to be tears. He never knew how to handle people who were crying.

“You’re right, that isn’t living,” Law agreed, “But I said I could help you, I just need you to trust me,” Law said as he put his mask on again and moved closer to them. “Do you think you can grow to trust me?” Law asked as he looked down at the patient in their bed. They looked up at Law and felt more tears burst out of them, they were overwhelmed with all the information they were given in one night.

“I’ll try,” They mumbled through their tears. Law sighed in relief and moved to stand back by the door again. If anything, they were only going through this just for Law and to appease him.

“I’ll see you tomorrow then,” Law said before he left.

The next day, the rigid treatment began. It involved Law personally giving injections to them along with fluids and more medications. He spent most of his time in their room over the next few days, and he even had to admit that he had grown attached to them the more time he spent around them. This was bad, wasn’t it? Even the nurses were talking about it.

“Doctor Law is going in there again.”

“I heard he was only here for a consult, but now he’s staying! Why is that?”

“Do you think he likes them?”

Law did his best to ignore all the words from his coworkers, but the more they spoke, the more Law reflected on his actions and the more he realized he was falling for them. Shit.

Days turned into weeks and soon they were two weeks into the process and they seemed to be doing much better than they previously were doing. And Law was too. In the nights, he would grab himself a coffee and go off to the room where they always were in and talked to them about his day at work and would hear about the shenanigans that were happening with their friends. He learned about their whole crew, Luffy was the head of their adventure and then there was Zoro, Sanji and so many others that sounded interesting. They even had a medical student traveling with them named Chopper, it sounded so fascinating to him.

“So, what’s the prognosis now? Think I’ll be better soon?” They asked Law with a hopeful look on their face. Law felt his chest tighten as they began to smile at the poor doctor.

“You should be better soon, you’re doing really good with your blood work and soon we’ll be able to give you real food,” Law explained. “What would you want to eat first?” Law found himself asking before a long conversation began between the two of them. His heart felt so, so warm, he could feel it beating even behind his eyes when he looked at them.

“Law?” They asked, “Is something wrong?” God, stop looking at me like that, Law pleaded in his head with no avail.

“No, no, you’re all good,” he assured them.

While they were at first making some progress health wise, the results that came in today were worrying Law.

“How are they that low? Why is their body rejecting the medicine now?” Law asked himself as he looked over the scans. This continued on for another three days. More tests, more worrying results and more worrying signs from them. Slurred speech, low energy, it was getting harder for them to breathe too and it was terrifying Law. Their friends were even more worried.

“Tra-guy, what’s happening?” Luffy asked with a small frown, he looked ta his friend through the window that was there and then at the taller doctor.

“I…I don’t know,” Law finally admitted. “I don’t know.” He felt like a massive failure, after all he made a promise to them to make them better. “You guys should go home now, it’s getting late. I’ll call you if I have any updates,” Law said as he looked into the window and sighed. He knew it was a mistake to get this attached to them. He knew it was farther than just being attached, he had fallen for them. Hard. It was late in the night when alarms started to blare near his area.

“Code Blue!” A nurse shouted as she stared to run with a crash cart to an all too familiar room. Law felt his heart drop while he was running, he slowed down and stopped in front of the room.

“Doctor Law! We need your help!” Another nurse shouted as she grabbed his hand and dragged the stunned doctor into the room. Law felt like he was having an out of body experience none of this felt real to him.

“Give me the paddles, now!” Law shouted as he was handed the paddles and quickly got them activated. He placed them on their chest and took in a deep breath, “Clear!” Their chest rose with the shock but their heart was still stagnant. “Charge to one-fifty!” He ordered as he looked at their tired face, God he couldn’t lose them. He couldn’t. “Clear!” Another shock, and then another and another. Soon he had to be pulled back by the nurses to stop with the paddles. “No, no no!” Law shouted as he looked down at them, the person he fell for. The nurses started to clear the room and soon Law was left alone with them.

“I’m sorry… I’m so sorry,” Law whispered out as he looked them over, tears rolling down his cheeks. “I love you…” He finally said through his tears. His hand went to their cold cheek and he gently caressed the smooth skin. The second his skin touched theirs for the first time, sparks shot through him. Under his fingers, their skin began to warm up and soon their heart began to beat once again. Law pulled back in shock as they seemingly come back to life.

“Y-you’re alive?” Law said in disbelief as he watched them gasp for air and cough.

“What happened...?” They asked, Law laughed and quickly moved to hug them close to his chest on the bed as tears continued to stream down his cheeks like a pitiful river.

“I thought I lost you,” Law said as he finally pulled back and gained his composure back. “You can’t get rid of me that easily,” they tiredly teased.

“I don’t want to,” Law said after a minute, they both looked into each other���s eyes and felt the sparks once again.

“I don’t want to either,” They admitted as they leaned in and rested their forehead against Law’s. Law softly smiled and gently ran his fingers through their hair. Law looked into their eyes and slowly leaned in to kiss them. Their lips connecting together felt so natural and raw and law began to feel his heart speed up even after he had broken their kiss.

“I need to run some tests now,” Law said as he gently cupped their cheek in his hand and smiled. “I’ll be back soon, I need to tell the nurses,” He said as he pressed a small kiss on their temple and moved to get some more of the tests run.

“What do you mean they’re cured?” Nami asked in disbelief as she looked at their friend who was standing, walking and acting carefree.

“We don’t know how it happened, but they’re all better now,” One of the doctors said in some disbelief.

“All thanks to Law,” They chuckled as they moved to stand by Nami and smiled.

“Oh! Speaking of him, aren’t you going to grab him so he can come with us?” Nami asked while Luffy nodded his head.

“Yeah! I want Tra-guy to come with us,” Luffy pouted. They laughed at that and smiled, for the first time in weeks, months, they were feeling better. And this was a different kind of better, a cured sort of better. They went over to one of the nurses and smiled at them.

“Is Doctor Law here?” They asked, the nurse looked at them with a bit of an uneasy expression on their face.

“Him? Oh, he left early this morning, I think he has to return back to his other hospital,” the nurse explained. They stood there with a shocked and hurt look on their face. He left? Why did he leave? Why would he want to leave? They silently nodded their head and moved to go back to their friends, but they did their best to smile. Did Law lie to them? Was he just messing with them this entire time?

“He left, but it’s ok. I think it’s time for us to leave too,” They said as they started to lead the way out of the hospital. The group of friends all looked at one another with an unsure look on their face, but they knew better than to question them about it. When they went outside, Franky stood by their nice van with a big smile on his face.

“All ready to hit the road again?” Franky asked, the group all did their best to smile with him. The group of friends looked at their now healed friend and watched as they did their best to smile/

“Yes, I think — “ They were cut off when a tan, warm hand was placed on their shoulder.

“You going to leave without me?” Law whispered to them. They quickly turned over their shoulder and looked at him in shock.

“Law! You’re here! I thought you left,” They said as he pulled Law into a heartfelt hug. Law awkwardly smiled and rubbed their back before he pulled away and gently ruffled their hair.

“I did leave, I left the hospital, I’m taking a small break for now, I need to make sure that you’re doing alright and that nothing will happen to you,” Law explained as a small blush appeared on his cheeks. He moved to used his fuzzy hat to try and hide it, but they stopped him by placing a hand on his cheek. They smiled and gently moved to press a small kiss on his cheek that left the man breathless.

“Come with us, Law,” They said before they looked back at the rest of the group, everyone behind them smiled and seemed to be on board with this idea. Law looked at them all and watched as they all came forward and tried to bring him in closer.

“Yes! A new friend!” Luffy cheered.

“Welcome to our team, Tra-guy,” Sanji smiled as he stubbed out his cigarette on the concrete. They held onto both of Law’s hands and squeezed them with this new found confidence and strength. It was all thanks to Law, they both looked into each other’s eyes and smiled at one another and knew this was the beginning of something special, a new life together. Not only that, but their crew as well, them being so accepting and warm to him made his heart clench in an amazing way, he couldn’t believe it. He couldn’t believe he could be this happy.

“Thanks,” Law smiled as he squeezed their hand, he could get used to these guys. Anything for them.

[amazingphanisnotonfire-imagines]

Riverdale//what are friends for?

Request: Riverdale imagine the reader has an older brother who is a northsider to his core and wants his sister to date his friend but she knows his true colors and it won't do well and the reader hates her older brother and the core 4 watch what happens and stuff and the reader tells them about the hardships at home and w/ her brother who she's afraid of.

hey! so trigger warning: men being verbally abusive and just plain rude. please don’t read if this will upset or trigger you. the last thing i want for you is to be sad. other than that, i really hope you like this! 

You feel like you can finally breathe again when the bell rings above your head. After an excruciating 7 minutes and 32 seconds of being stuck in a car with the older brother from hell, the two of you can finally go your separate ways and pretend the other doesn’t exist for a few hours. 

And even though you know that in three hours you’ll have to get back in the car and suffer through another 7 minutes and 32 seconds until you can go to your room under the pretences of doing homework/studying, the anxiety still picks away at you. It still remains, it’s just buried under the excitement at seeing your friends. 

It’s not like Oscar is the devil incarnate, he’s just the devil’s second in command. He some sort of Northside monster, a mascot for all things privilege and pettiness stuffed inside a rich boy suit. 

He insults and teases and makes fun of anyone he deems lesser than him, which is basically anyone...including the people he calls his friends. Really they’re just people he hangs around with to boost his ego and make him feel better about whatever is going on inside his own head. 

Oscar practically shoves past you as soon as you step foot in the diner, a bright smile already lighting up his expression when he see’s the majority of his friends sitting in the corner, and you’re left standing by the door searching for your own friends. 

To your misfortune, it seems like you’re the first one to turn up so you send a quick text to them all to let you know that you’re here before sitting down in the opposite corner. 

The world passes slowly outside, people leave and enter the restaurant and you sit and play with the napkins put down by the waitress while you wait for someone to arrive. You’re halfway through your third paper napkin airplane when somebody does sit down opposite you, only it’s not who you hoped it would be and your face falls when you make eye contact with them. 

“Peter.” You mumble and try to focus on folding the wings. 

“Y/n.” He replies, a smile evident in his tone and you can feel his eyes looking you up and down. It makes your blood run cold and you’re not even looking at him, just the thought of him looking at you like that makes your skin crawl. “You’re not sat in here all by yourself are you?” He asks, his tone sickly sweet and you pull a face before looking at him, trying your best to seem unfazed by his presence. 

In reality, Peter is the worst person in the world. He insults, he fights and he schemes. And he always takes the wrap for it, even if it was Oscar who came up with it in the first place. However, because Peter does all of this for Oscar, and because your brother likes to have friends that act more like pets, he thinks that Peter can do no wrong. 

And the past two months he’s been pestering you to accept Peter’s offer to go out with him, despite trying to tell him how much you actually hate him. He may seem innocent and sweet when others are around, but when it’s just the two of you he says stuff like this. 

“Because I can always keep you company...if you know what I mean.” He says and reaches out towards you. You watch his hand slowly come towards you and you sit up a bit straighter so he can’t reach. His confidence flickers as he look from you to his outstretched hand before he drops it on the table and his horrible smile comes back. “Oh, I get it. You’re playing hard to get. I like that in a woman. It’s no fun if they give it up easily.” He grins and you have to refrain yourself from rolling your eyes again. 

A pit opens up in your stomach and the more he smiles the more it grows. You feel more like you’re hunted than talked to and you really wish that someone would show up soon so it gives him an excuse to leave. 

Today however, fate doesn’t seem to be on your side. Because somebody does turn up, it’s just the last person you want. 

“Oscar!” Peter smiles and the two of them fist bump. Peter’s whole demeanour changes when your brother turns up and you watch the walls come up. The smirk is replaced with a smile and he moves his hands away from you. 

Oscar looks between the two of you and knowing smile appears on his face. 

“I’m not interrupting anything am I?” 

“Well actuall-” 

“No.” You interrupt. “We were just talking. But now that you’re here I’m sure you all want to hang out. So goodbye Peter.” You say through gritted teeth and force a smile. Peter pouts and Oscar shakes his head at you. 

“You know, you could do a lot worse than Peter.” He says while Peter smirks behind him. “You should give him a chance.” 

“I’d rather stick two pencils up my nose and then smash my head against this table.” You reply with a sarcastic smile and Oscar rolls his eyes. 

“You’re gonna die alone with that attitude.” He says before walking away. 

“That’s better than spending a lifetime with him.” You reply and stare straight at Peter. His face reddens and his cheeks puff out a little while he tries to figure out a response, but you’ve already unlocked your phone and started texting again. 

“You know one day you’re going to realise what you’re missing out on and then you’re gonna beg me to take you out because you’ve realised you’re nothing but a sad little woman who nobody loves.” He seethes, his face inches away from yours and his face reddens with each word. 

His breath makes you feel sick and you bite your lip to stop yourself from saying or doing anything. Just look straight forward and he’ll leave soon. His floppy blonde hair pokes at your forehead making it itch and you wonder if maybe there’s something in the industrial strength gel he uses that you’re allergic to. 

“Hey Peter.” Veronica greets cheerily and he quickly turns around, the familiar fake smile coming back. She looks at you and then him before sighing and saying “Remember, I dated you and we all know she wouldn’t be missing out on much.” 

Your jaw drops a little and you have to stifle a laugh as Veronica waves him back to his table, his feet stomping against the linoleum. 

“Is he always like that?” Archie watches him walk away before asking you, his tone filled with concern and you feel yourself shrink under the pressure. Betty and Veronica send him a look before sitting down. Betty opposite you and Veronica beside. She wraps her arms around you, pulling you into a hug and the smell of expensive perfume floods your senses. 

You know that they’re looking at each other, none of which know what to say or do. They may be able to solve crimes and take down criminals, but when it comes to real life stuff like this, they’re next to useless. 

So they do what they do best, or at least Jughead does. 

“I’ll go get us some milkshakes, Y/n do you want your favourite?” He asks and you nod quickly. You sniffle and take a deep breath, you’re not going to let Oscar or Peter or any other stupid boy make you cry.

Jughead nods and as you lift your head you watch him quickly walk away, he sends a glare in the direction of your brother and his friends and a small smile twitches at your lips. 

Jughead Jones has never once been threatening, at least not to you, but you’re glad he’s making an effort. And you’re glad he offered to get the drinks instead of staying and saying something awkward. You love Jughead, but he isn’t the best at comforting people. 

Archie pulls a chair up, already accepting the fact that it’s his turn to sit at the end of the table...again, but today he doesn’t seem to mind. He’s too focused on you and trying to make you feel better. Even if he just gets a small smile from you, that’ll be enough and then he won’t have to kick Oscar, Peter or anyone else’s ass...right now. 

Oscar laughs loudly from his table on the other side of the diner and Betty rolls her eyes before looking at you and her expression softens as she reaches over the table to hold your hand.

“Y/n?” She asks and you force yourself to look at her. The tear in the leather seats isn’t the most interesting thing to look at usually, but when you’re avoiding talking about something, it becomes the most fascinating thing in the world. “What was all that about?” She adds and her and Veronica share an unsure look.

“It was nothing.” You shrug and try to force a smile. Archie knows it’s not real, they all do and even Jughead looks sad when he sits back down, carefully placing the milkshakes down. “Oscar has just got it into his head that me and Peter would be a great couple. I dunno, I guess he thinks Peter’s like the perfect Northsider or something like that. A part of me thinks he just does it to annoy me because he only ever brings it up when Peter’s around. But Peter’s been around an awful lot lately so I’ve never heard the end of it, plus he’s a total dick. He’s rude, mean and stuck up, only whenever Oscar’s around he acts like he’s god’s gift. But I can’t say that to Oscar because if I speak ill of anyone he considers a friend, he goes crazy. He shouts and screams and calls me names and I guess I’m just scared of them. Both of them really.” You rant, letting out a deep breath at the end and the four of them stare at you wide eyed. “Sorry, I’ve been keeping that in for a while.” You add and force an awkward smile.

“Shit Y/n.” Betty sighs. “We’re sorry.” She adds and squeezes your hand. 

“Yeah.” Jughead adds. “What can we do to help?” He asks and you look at him surprised. 

“I-er. I don’t know.” 

“Well then we’ll figure it out together.” Veronica smiles and hugs you again.

“Yeah.” Archie nods and leans over the table to grab your free hand. “What are friends for?”

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[ladyeliot]

Dance with me

Request: Anonymous:  Hi saw your post for the Valentine’s Day request and that’s really cause that’s my birthday too so yay 😀 anyway how abt a tony x reader exes angstfluff thanks

Pairing: Tony Stark x Fem!Reader

Summary: As is customary on Valentine's Day, a charity gala is held by your company to raise funds, but this year you'll have to face it alone - your ex-boyfriend won't be with you, or maybe he will?

Warnings: Angst and a bit fluff.

Word count: 2712

A/N:  Sorry for my spelling and grammatical mistakes, English is not my native language, I am learning.

Valentine’s Day (Prompts)

Your company's annual fundraising party couldn't be more ill-timed. You still didn't understand why it had to be held on 14 February, well you had a pretty good idea. Year after year the upper echelons of New York City and its environs gathered together, more than for a charitable cause, to find the next gossip that would be the most talked about for months to come.

In years past, the only thing that had saved you from the suffering and discomfort you felt every time you walked through the door was your companion, your partner, but that year you had to face all those vipers on your own. The relationship with Tony Stark had come to an end after four years, more than mutually, you took a big part in that decision. Things were becoming difficult for you, it was hard to overcome all the events he was involved in day by day, as well as his constant attempts to save himself from death. You couldn't cope.

It was arguably the most complicated decision you had ever made in your life, there was a long and complex history, your relationship was by no means simple, nor was it easy to begin with, so obviously it wasn't easy to end. You had to endure news that reported Iron Man's disappearance, that he was badly injured and some had even given him up for dead, then everything was solved, but you didn't want to see the day when he really was, you couldn't bear it. It wasn't easy for him either, he was afraid that his actions would put you in danger, so he understood what you were telling him, he accepted your decision and accepted it in the end. You also accepted his decision to go on with his life as a superhero, you could never ask him to do otherwise.

The Frick Collection art museum on Manhattan's Upper East Side was the selected venue for the charity event. It had been ranked for two consecutive years as "one of the most memorable parties of the year" by the New York Times, but your viewpoint was far from those words. Unlike the vast majority of those present you made a rather discreet entrance, you had made the decision to stay calm and leave as soon as possible, so you would have a few drinks, chat with the guests and put the day behind you as soon as possible. After all, it was your duty to get your company's guests to donate as much money as possible to charity.

You could not deny that the atmosphere was not pleasant, visually you found yourself enveloped by numerous pieces of art accompanied by the sweet melody of an orchestra that filled the atmosphere. The architectural elements of the place also generated an escape from the outside world. Generally the conversations were banal, related to work, art, politics or social life, nothing you couldn't cope with, plus the glass of champagne you were holding in your right hand helped with that.

The problem came when they began to notice that you were not accompanied by Mr. Stark on this occasion. Time after time it was your turn to report that the two of you had decided to go your separate ways, and time after time you had to listen to the lamentations, looks of pity, and on several occasions critical remarks about him. What you didn't know was that in the crowd there was a pair of curious eyes watching you.

Your limit was coming to an end, so you decided to escape the atmosphere for a few minutes to get some fresh air, you needed a breather if you were to last a couple of hours in this place. The gardens were just as engrossing as the interior. There was not a single leaf protruding from the vegetation, and the singing of the fountain water professed a relationship in your body, no one could tell you were in the middle of the island of Manhattan.

"Have you given up already?" you closed your eyes as you heard that tone of voice behind you. "I was surprised to see you talking so long with Mrs. Fox, at one point I even thought you were going to spill the champagne on her dress."

Without turning around you smiled at his words, for more than once you had thought of throwing your glass of champagne at them and leaving the place.

"You look beautiful tonight," you felt her voice grow closer. "You've always known I love that dress."

Her body was so close to you that you felt her jacket brush lightly against her bare back. At no time had it crossed your mind that Tony would show up there that night, on the contrary, you thought he would be anywhere else but New York. Taking a breath of air into your lungs, giving yourself strength, you decided to turn around and face him face to face. You hadn't seen each other for months and the last time you did, things didn't go so well, so you hadn't spoken to each other again.

"What are you doing here, Tony?" you asked in a serious tone, which didn't surprise him.

"Assuming this is a benefit party," he began holding out his hands, "I'm guessing drinking several dry martinis, Scotch, champagne, putting up with comments I don't care about and letting them praise me to get my money's worth."

"I thought you hated these kinds of parties," you expounded somewhat uncomfortably at the situation.

"And I do," he stated bluntly, taking a sip of his martini. "But you have to think about charity too, don't you?"

You knew him well enough to differentiate his tones in conversations, you knew when he was using his ironic tone, when he was lying, when he was insecure or when he was speaking from within. On this occasion his words contained extra information that he wasn't telling you, so you opted to give up on him, you had to deal with the people inside that building, you couldn't start a war with Tony right now.

"In that case," you started to walk away towards the inside of the museum, "I hope you enjoy your evening, Tony".

You had left Tony and his dry martini behind, now all you had to do was get through a couple more hours without incident and the day could be over. You picked up another glass of champagne from the tray of one of the waiters and before you could look for a target you were already inside a group of investors of your company showing the best of your smiles.

You kept the thought of him being there from your mind, but it was practically unavoidable for you. You didn't want to destabilise yourself, but it was more than evident that you still felt something towards Tony, feelings don't go away overnight and even more so towards a person you had loved with all your being. He knew it, he had an advantage in that sense, you weren't as good as him at hiding feelings, that's why you chose to stay as far away as possible from your ex-partner. But it wasn't possible.

"Mr. Herbert, Mr. Johnson," as if out of nowhere he joined the group you were conversing with. "Oh, Mrs. Johnson, you look splendid tonight."

Tony's compliments fell on Mrs. Johnson, who blushed when she heard them. Who didn't blush when someone like him told you how beautiful you were? He had a superhuman power over people, and he played it really well.

"Would you allow me to steal Miss Y/L/N from you?" he asked flashing a smile on his face.

"Please," they offered.

"Excuse me," you said with little escape. "I won't be long."

As if you didn't have a word in the matter Tony tackled you, walking a couple of feet away from the group with whom you were getting to close a big deal for the future of the company.

"Tony was about to-"

"Dance with me," he said curtly, shoving his hands into his pockets.

"What?" you asked a little puzzled.

His brown eyes stared into yours. You began to get a little nervous at the intensity of his gaze, so you looked around.

"Dance with me."

"I... I don't have time to dance with you," you explained, gesturing with your hands. "I'm here working, you know that better than anyone."

"I know," he nodded his head without taking his eyes off you. "That's why I'm asking you to dance with me. You know I'm the biggest benefactor of the night. So... dance with me." Tony lowered the tone of his voice, more seductive, one you knew perfectly well.

"Are you... blackmailing me? Or, worse, are you buying me with money?" you asked with a somewhat surly frown.

"I wasn't the one who said you were working," he defended himself. "But looking at it that way... there's no one else here who would get the money out of me."

"I thought you were doing this for charity," you attacked him.

"And I am," he said with all the confidence in the world. "But I need you to give your hand out to please me, too."

Tony offered you his hand along with a slight smile slanted across his face. You were playing with fire, you really would be if you decided to take his hand and surrender at his feet. The night would turn around completely, but what you feared most was how it would end. Inside you two opposing parts were fighting to select the best decision, on the one hand your brain was literally telling you to reject him and get out of there as soon as possible, on the other hand your emotions were screaming at you to take his hand and let yourself go. Whatever you did, you were likely to regret it later, so you chose to regret doing it.

You took a breath and released him by placing your hand on his, which amplified his smile even more. Without a second thought, he led you to the dance floor, where the melody coming from a group of musicians could be heard with more effusiveness. It was relaxed, soothing, inviting you to dance in pairs. Tony gently pulled you to his body and placed the palm of his hand on your bare back, too far south for your liking, on the contrary, you placed it on his shoulder.

"Relax," he whispered inches from your face. "We've done this many times."

"I'm relaxed," you lied in a way he couldn't quite believe, so you tried to justify yourself. "I'm just thinking that I should go with Mr. Johnson to-"

"Oh, you're thinking about another man while you're dancing with me?" he asked cutting you off with mock indignation. "Very nice."

You ducked your face with a small smile, which he himself returned along with an intense stare.

"Did I tell you that you look amazing tonight?" he asked, searching your gaze.

"I think you commented on it when we met in the garden," you said, trying not to fall for his charms.

"Then I'll reaffirm it again," his martini breath reached you. "You look beautiful. Plus you're wearing the perfume I gave you."

Discomfort at his words came back to you, and though you avoided showing it your unconscious inspections of your surroundings, avoiding eye contact gave you away.

"Look at me," he demanded.

As you complied with his request, you realised that you didn't know if you would be able to go through with it. The proximity you were having created an intimate situation that was causing numerous memories and feelings to come to your mind and body. For Tony it might have been easy, but for you it wasn't, mostly because you knew that when it was over you were going to go home, to face the reality that he was no longer present. You were not as strong as he was. You hadn't seen him for months, since you broke up, and you knew that it was going to end up hurting you, so you decided to put an end to that dream.

"I think..." you dropped your hand from his shoulder. "I can't go on."

With a calm step you walked away from him, leaving him alone among the other dancing couples, forced a small smile to dedicate it to those people who waved at you as you passed them and headed back outside, finding a place under the night to regain lost strength, praying that Tony wouldn't show up there again. But he wasn't giving up so easily.

"Are you okay?" his figure appeared behind you.

A lump took over your throat as you heard his voice again. You took a deep breath and told yourself to be as nonchalant as possible about the situation.

"Yeah, I just needed to get some air," you commented impassively.

"Okay, I thought you looked a little uncomfortable," he commented, moving to your left side. "You know, it was just a dance."

"Are you kidding me, just a dance?" you said somewhat offended that he barely noticed. "Okay, fine, maybe it's just a dance for you, but it wasn't for me." You had already started to blurt out everything you were thinking, so now you decided not to stop. "These last few months have been horrible, but I was finally starting to take charge of my life completely, and this is a step backwards, I don't want to fall."

"Fall?" Tony cocked his head to one side, clicking his tongue a little. "Do you...do you think these past few months have been easy for me? Because I reckon you think it has been, that I've been 'enjoying the freedom', as you called it."

Tony reminded you of some of the words that came out of your mouth the last time you met at his house, when you went to pick up your things, a fact that embarrassed you greatly.

"I don't think that," you defended yourself by turning away.

"It seems so," his words were firm, as was the step he took towards you. "Listen, I think you know me better than anyone, and just because I don't have the facility you do to show how I feel doesn't mean I'm not affected by things. In case you're interested to know, I haven't left the lab in five months."

The expression on Tony's face had hardened, as had his words.

"I came here with the sole intention of seeing you, of feeling something again," he clenched his jaw.

"And what position does that put me in?" you asked raising your tone as he did and boring your eyes into his. "You come here, you see me, you feel something and you disappear..."

"Who said anything about disappearing?" he frowned lifting his chin.

"Tony, I don't know with what intention you came here tonight or what you expected to happen," you said, feeling more vulnerable, with a tone of sadness, "but what is clear is that we made a decision and no matter how hard it is, we must accept it. It is clear that there are still feelings, at least on my part, but let's put the past behind us," you paused under his watchful gaze. "I'd better get going."

Saying those words and checking the stiffness in Tony's countenance you opted to continue on your way.

"Wait," Tony stopped your steps by grabbing your arm. "You think I can let you go after what you just said?"

"Enjoy your night, Tony."

That's how for the first time you were brave enough to take back the reins of your life, closing the door to the past and opening a window to the future.

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Robron week - Day 4

Make a wish, it's the rule.

Look at this...on time for once! From the same universe as yesterday as people seemed to like it.

(A03 link)

Aaron’s on the last job of the morning and it’s the kind he hates. He likes to think he’s learned a little bit of tolerance in this job because he understands that people are ill and they really don’t want to be there, but when someone is doing nothing but running down the staff on the wards it gets his back up.

“There we are Mr Harris, someone will be back to collect you when you’re done.” He turns on his sweet saccharine voice that he keeps just for the difficult ones. Without so much as a by your leave he drops his notes on the desk and scarpers. It’s been one of those days and he’ll be glad when it’s over.

As he’s on his way back to the locker room he spots a familiar face, it’s Robert from a few nights before. He probably doesn’t remember him but he feels as though he should say hello and he quickens his pace to catch up with him.

“Robert? Hi.” The man in front of him looks blank for a minute and his face drops. Of course he doesn’t remember, his whole world had probably taken a beating that night, why would he remember a stranger. Then recognition kicks in and he smiles.

“Aaron! Sorry, I’m dead on my feet.” Aaron brushes away the apology before he asks how his little boy is doing. “He’s ok, he’s still upstairs. I’m on my way back now, had to take a work call because my son being in hospital isn’t a good enough excuse apparently.”

“You look like you could do with a break.”

“Going to give me tea and a blanket again?”

“If you want. He’ll be alright for a few more minutes won’t he? You look like you’re going to fall over any minute.”

“I should get back. Ever since I told him about Bex he doesn’t like it when I’m not there, screamed the place down yesterday when I nipped home for a shower.”

“Tell me to mind my own business and I swear I’m not a weirdo but if you want I could sit with him while you get some lunch. Not to sound like my Mum but you’re no good to him if you’re exhausted. The staff up there know me.” It’s weird, he shouldn’t be offering, but if Robert was on his own aside from Vic then he could probably do with the help.

“I don’t know, he’s pretty upset.” He looked at him like he’d hung the moon though.

“Half an hour. If he doesn’t like me then I’ll come find you.”

“Are you sure? Don’t you have to work?”

“Yeah, I’m sure. It’s my lunchbreak, was only going to go for a jog, this is a much better way to spend time, besides it’s freezing out there. He’s what six? That’s the same age as my little cousin and I babysit him loads. Go on, you’ll feel better for it even if the food ain’t up to much.”

“I don’t know.”

“If it helps I wanted to be one of those play specialists years back. Would’ve tried it if I hadn’t moved to France.”

“France?”

“Yeah. Waste of time, came back when my boyfriend cheated on me.” He bites his lip, maybe he should’ve kept quiet but a part of him wanted him to know, because as much as he told himself it wasn’t the time or the place he couldn’t help but be attracted to him, even if nothing could ever happen.

“Oh. Well...ok.”

“That’s settled then. Now go eat.”

“You’re a lifesaver.”

“Nah, I leave that to the professionals. Go, it’ll be fine.”

It still feels strange, even with Robert’s permission, walking onto the brightly coloured children’s ward, the place full of noise as always. One of the nurses he knows directs him to Seb’s room and he peeks in the doorway to see him staring at the TV, red faced from crying, mouth downturned in a pout.

He feels bad when he pushes the door open and he sees a momentary smile only for it to disappear when he sees someone other than his father coming in.

“Hi. I’m Aaron, what’re you watching?”

“Nothin’.”

“That’s a shame, because I told your Dad that you’d tell me all about the cartoons. Guess I’ll see if the kids next door can help me.”

“No. I can do it. You know my Daddy?” Aaron nods, sitting beside the bed. The little boy is propped up on a mountain of pillows and he’s guessing Robert had persuaded them to give him a couple extra because there was definitely more than the regulation amount. His leg is hidden by the covers but he can tell it’s injured somehow by the cradle holding the sheets away from it. There’s a dressing on the left side of his head too but other than that he seems ok.

“Yeah. I met him the night you came here. He went to get something to eat but he’ll be back soon. I told him I’d come sit with you so he wouldn’t worry.”

“He does that a lot.”

“Yeah? Mums and Dads are like that aren’t they.” He remembers a second too late and he wants to kick himself as the tears start to form in Seb’s eyes. “I’m sorry mate.”

“Mummy went to the stars.” He tells him, hiccuping his way through the words.

“Yeah, I know, but you know she’ll always be here with you right? You’ll remember her and Daddy will tell you about her loads.”

“Is your Mummy still here? Daddy’s isn’t. He told me that he used to be really really sad, but now it’s not so much and that’s how I’ll be too.”

“Well I bet he’s right. Yeah my Mummy’s still here. She’s right bossy, makes me tidy my room and all sorts.” That gets a giggle and he’s relieved. He wouldn’t want Robert to come in and see his son crying.

“Do you work here?”

“Yep. I’m a porter, do you know what that is?” He shakes his head, eyes wide with interest and Aaron thinks he looks just like Robert. “I take people where they need to go, on their beds or in wheelchairs and stuff.”

“Do you race them?”

“No. I think I’d get into trouble if I did that.”

“You should. It’d make them feel better.” He adds a little nod at the end of his statement.

“You think. Well you never know, maybe one day. So, what do you like doing when you’re not stuck in here? I can go get you some toys or we can play a game.”

“I like drawing. It’s my Daddy’s birthday today.” It takes a second for Aaron to catch on to the change in subject. “Can I make him a card?”

“Yeah, course. I’ll go and get you some stuff. Don’t go anywhere will you.” He winks at him, getting another giggle before he goes to raid the supply cupboard on the ward.

He can’t help feeling a little sad that Robert’s spending his birthday in the hospital with his son and his mind is already whirling with thoughts about how he can make it a little better. Maybe he’s overstepping, after all they don’t even know each other really, but he finds himself wanting to make Robert smile, to make things just a little better. He wants to know everything about the man too, but he pushes that to one side. Now’s not the time.

Armed with pens and paper he heads back to Seb’s room, manoeuvring the table over the bed so he can draw. He’s still at it when Robert comes back in the room looking a little better and Aaron sits up straight in the chair.

“Daddy!”

“Hey cheeky. Have you been ok with Aaron?”

“Yeah he’s funny! He’s going to race the trollies when he’s working.”

“Little sneak. That was your idea!” He goes to stand beside Robert. “He’s been fine. I put my foot in a little mentioning my Mum but I think he’s ok. Sorry.”

“Don’t worry. Thanks. You were right, I really needed a break.”

“Any time. I mean it, here’s my number, or just ask the nurses to radio me and I can sit with him as long as I’ve not got a job.” He scribbles his number on a bit of Seb’s discarded paper and hands it to Robert. “He’s better company than my mate right now.”

“Sounds like a story.”

“Nah, he just wants me to go out on the pull, gets a right monk on when I won’t.” Maybe he shouldn’t but a part of him wants to know if there’s an interest of any kind or whether he’s wasting his time.

“Not a good wingman?”

“He’s not, just wants me to hang around while he tries it on with every girl in the room.”

“Not your scene? Sorry none of my business.”

“Not my type more like. Anyhow you don’t care about this. I should go.” He makes for the door wanting to escape the embarrassing silence. “Oh, happy birthday by the way.”

The next time he sees him he’s pushing Seb in a wheelchair as Aaron’s taking a patient to the entrance to be discharged.

“Aaron! Race us!” Seb’s voice carries along the corridor and his patient starts laughing. At least she won’t put in a complaint. He’s already got one against him from the bloke this morning who hadn’t got a sense of humour, he doesn’t need another on the same day.

“Seb, Aaron’s working.”

“Oh go on petal, give him a little race.” He can’t help checking the corridor for any of the bosses before winking at Seb and increasing his pace a little, chuckling as Seb urges Robert to hurry up. He lets them go ahead and Seb’s cheer is surprising in how it makes him feel happy. “If you get into trouble lad, you tell them I insisted.”

“Cheers Alice, I might need to. Thanks though, he’s having a tough time.” He whispers conspiratorially to his passenger. “If I sit you here your husband won’t be long will he?”

“No, no, you get on. I think they’re waiting for you.” She pats his hand and he flashes a smile at her already heading towards these two people who already have a place in his heart.

“Where are you off then?”

“PIcnic!”

“Wow!”

“This one has been telling all and sundry that it’s my birthday and somehow there were some spare sandwiches and bits left over from the lunches which mysteriously ended up in his room. The nurses all but shooed us out. Know anything about that?”

He shrugs, embarrassed. “No one should be stuck in hospital on their birthday. Or visiting for that matter.”

“Well thanks. You wanna join us?”

“Please Aaron, please.” He can’t resist Seb’s pleading face, looking up at him from the wheelchair, tucked up in a blanket, leg stuck out in front of him in it’s plaster cast. “Daddy got choc’late cake.”

“He did? Well in that case...I’ve got a few minutes.”

They find a spot on the grass at the front of the hospital and thankfully the grass is dry when he sits down.

“Are you sure we’re not keeping you from anything?” Robert fusses as he sticks the straw in Seb’s carton of apple juice.

“I’m not goin’ anywhere til I try that chocolate cake.”

“Best get to it then. I even managed to get a candle because apparently it’s not a birthday cake without one.”

“It’s not Daddy. You hafta blow it out and make a wish, it’s the rule. Like I did on my birthday.”

“Oh yeah, what did you wish for then?” Aaron asks him, amused at how he bossed his Dad about.

“More cake.”

“Fair enough.” He watches as Robert sets the candle in the cake patting his pockets when he doesn’t have a light. Aaron hands him his lighter. “Here. I’ve given up but it reminds me not to start again. Besides it can come in handy.”

“Right then.”

“Blow it out Daddy!” Robert looks embarrassed but he does as he’s told. “What did you wish for?”

“That’d be telling wouldn’t it.”

“So, when are they letting him out?” He asks when they’ve eaten the cake and Robert’s cleared the remains from Seb’s mouth.

“The weekend, if he can handle crutches. I’ve got nothing sorted, I live up on the second floor and I don’t know...oh you don’t need to hear all this.”

“I don’t mind.”

“Why are you helping us Aaron?” He shrugs. “I’m not complaining because I don’t know where I’d be if you hadn’t helped the other night, but why? You must see loads of people looking as pathetic as I did.”

“You didn’t. You just looked like you needed someone I suppose.”

“Well cheers. I never would’ve called Vic either if it hadn’t been for you.”

“Yeah? You’re getting on alright then?” He hadn’t seen her in the village so he had no idea if they’d reconciled, although he knew Vic well enough to know she wouldn’t take no for an answer.

“I like Auntie Vic. She brought me pizza!”

“Wow! Her pizzas are the best.”

“You know Auntie Vic?” Seb looks amazed as if it’s the coolest thing in the world.

“Yep, since school.”

“That’s a long time.”

“Yeah yeah, alright you, don’t go making me old before my time.” He reaches out to tickle him making him squeal.

“You’re really good with him.”

“Big kid meself.”

“I just...don’t feel like I know him.” He bends a little closer so Seb can’t hear. “Bex and I we didn’t really get on and I didn’t get to see him as much as I wanted so I’ve missed tons and I don’t know how to make up for that.”

“So don’t. You’re here now. My Mum left when I was eight and even when I found her again she didn’t really want to know. We’re alright now, but it’s hard to forgive her for that. Not leavin’, well not just that, but mostly for not caring. As long as he knows you care, that you love him more than anything else then there’s nothing to make up for.” Robert nods but doesn’t say anything. “Make sure you ask for help too if you need it. Not just Vic, but if he needs to talk to someone.”

“That sounds like experience.”

“Yeah. It helped me with stuff and it doesn’t mean you can’t cope.”

“That’s scary.”

“Nah, you’re a Sugden. Stubborn as they come, right?” He’s about to say something else when his radio crackles into action with a job. “Best get on.”

“Aaron...when he gets out of here...would you like to go for a drink or something?”

“Uh, sure. You still owe me that pint, remember?”

“I meant...more like a date. Maybe I shouldn’t when he’s still here and Bex is...and he’ll need me, but I like you Aaron. Forget it, I’m barking up the wrong tree.”

“No...I mean, you’re not wrong. When he’s sorted yeah?” Robert nods. “Right I better go before I get the sack. See ya later Seb.”

“See you later alligator.”

“In a while, crocodile.” He ruffles his hair gently as he goes. “See ya Robert.”

“Soon I hope.” Maybe today wasn’t too bad after all.

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breaking point

pairings:  Wakatoshi Ushijima x Reader

type: I guess it could count as angst, break up type :0 idk

word-count: 2.7k

warnings: cursing, mentions of fighting, he hurts reader physically without meaning to

A/N: running on no sleep again aha, its just five in the morning so im really sorry if its not a strong story, also my English is supppeerr shitty but :( I try my best, ill probably rewrite it one day because the ending wasnt strong but im just so sleepy :( and I really wanted to finish writing this tonight. im still working on the part 2 of liar lair buut because people seemed to enjoy it I want to at least make it better than the other ones I've written :o also I really don't know what to name this ://////

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Arguments between couples was completely normal, it was a very common thing to be disagreeing with your significant other over things once in a while. Or at least that’s what you kept telling yourself to pull through the nights whenever Toshi felt like picking a fight with you. Your relationship with him only kept on getting worse and worse each day, the constant fighting draining you mentally and physically. If you knew your relationship with him was going to turn out like this then you wouldn’t had agreed to that date four years ago. But how could you say no to him? Back in high school, everything was more simple. The memories from years ago is what kept you grounded in your relationship, he used to be so loving and caring in his own way. Now whenever you looked at him, you couldn’t believe how much things had changed. How much he changed. Volleyball and managing to do excellent in school were major stressors for him and you tried your best to be there for him no matter what, even excusing his brutal behavior. 

You sighed, picking up your pace and making your way towards your shared apartment with your boyfriend. It was around nine o’clock and you had missed your bus after finishing up a shift that you didn’t even agreed on but you couldn’t just say no. The bus wouldn’t take that long to come around but you rather walk home then wait out in the cold. A familiar stinging in your chest returned after thinking about what he would have to say. You knew he would disapprove of coming home so late but you hoped he would understand that you had to take the extra shift. Anxiety invading all your thoughts, thinking of the worse thing that could happen. Mentally praying to yourself that he was in a good mood tonight. 

Breaking up had been something you’ve put a lot of thought into but you kept lying to yourself. Telling yourself that he would change and that as soon the both of you were out of school that it would all go back to normal. You weren’t stupid though, you wouldn’t know how to feel if you kept your relationship with him. The things he would say shattered your confidence and with his tone, it was enough to make anyone rethink their whole purpose. You weren’t even sure why you stuck around. Could it had been that you were just hopelessly in love with him even after every damaging word he would scream at you until you fully memorized it or was it because you were just too afraid to leave him? Afraid of the way that he would react or possibly lash out. The warm and cuddly boyfriend you once knew so well now could only bring you fear instead of that longing warmth. 

You kicked off your shoes, finally making it home way before the bus could if you had waited for it. The apartment was quiet, too quiet. He probably was already in bed, catching up on sleep that he had sacrificed on practice and studying. A sigh of relief left your lungs, thinking to yourself that finally there wouldn’t be any arguing tonight. You smiled, making your way towards your room to take a shower before going to bed. Too tired to eat dinner. As soon as you opened the door, your hopes came crushing down. There he sat on the bed with his phone in his hand, scrolling through it. Your breath caught in your throat, scared for whatever was going to happen. 

“Where were you?” He asked, still not looking up from his phone. The tone he used wasn’t harsh or cold. It was his usual tone, the one you grew to love in high school. 

“I’m so sorry, they made me take an extra shift and then my b-“ Toshi finally looked up and made sure to make eye contact with you. The look in his eyes felt so cold that it made you want to cry. A reminder that there will never be a peaceful night with him.

“And then your what?” His tone never changed but the look in his eyes. It was the look. 

“And then I missed my bus because of the extra shift…Please Toshi, please don’t be mad.” You could already feel your tears forming in your eyes. The exhaustion getting to you now, there was just so much that you could take until you just couldn’t anymore and right now it felt like that was the case.

“What the fuck are you crying for? It was just a question. Lately you’ve been spending every day crying. Seems like all you’re good for is crying.” There it was, the tone you were so afraid of, finally making its appearance. With both the look he had in his eyes and his tone, you just couldn’t hold back on the tears. 

“Because of you! I cry every day because of you. Everyday I wake up and I’m scared of what new insults you’ll come up with! I’m so scared of you and I’m tired, so fucking tired of putting up with the fighting and the way you look at me as if you hate me…” With a blurry vision from your tears you could still make out his face and he was still giving you that awful look.

“Don't talk to me like that. You don’t think I’m tired of the fighting too? You're constantly bitching, I get tired of that too!” You fixed your stare to a glare, mimicking the look he was giving you. It ended up pissing him off even more, making him stand up from the bed, the movement making you flinch.

“My constant bitching is because you’re constantly a dick!” You had never yelled at him like this before, it was all new to him and you. His jaw tensed, holding back from lashing out. 

“Don’t fucking yell at me.” He said through gritted teeth, standing tall in front of you now. The way he approached you was frightening. But you didn’t care, you were finally letting out every little thing you were holding in for months. 

“I-“ A hiccup interrupting your sentence. “I can’t do this anymore!” Toshi tightened his brows, looking at you with a deep frown planted on his face. “I want to break up.”

You felt your breathing stop when you felt both hands on you. He was never one to put his hands on you and you couldn’t help but just cry harder, scared of what could happen. It seemed like the more you cried the harder his grip on you got, his large hands squeezing your arms feeling like they would snap any minute. His grip on you was vile, feeling your arms go numb from the tightening. 

“Please stop, you're hurting me!” Your tears clouded your vision, not being able to see him clearly anymore. But he wouldn’t loosen his grip, his anger controlling him. 

“Toshi, you’re hurting me.” You sobbed out and finally getting him to react. He let go, his eyes wide with fear, afraid of the pain he brought you. His eyes looking over your arms and seeing his hand prints, the guilt settling in and making him feel like the worst fucking person in the world. 

The both of you stood there in front of each other without moving. His own tears threatening to spill from his eyes but he tried his best to hold them back. He couldn’t cry in front of you, not while he had brought you so much pain. It wasn’t fair to you, he wasn’t fair to you. 

You left without saying anything, the only thing he could hear as you walked away was your crying and small gasps for air. He didn’t chase after you, he couldn’t, it wouldn’t be fair to you if he had. It was late and you had no idea where you would go, you did have a name in mind but you weren’t sure how to approach him. Especially with the forming bruises on your arm, he would just ask so many questions and you weren’t in the mood to answer anything at the moment. Your feet still dragged you to his place, it’s not like you had anywhere to go after walking out and leaving your bag and all your other belongings behind. 

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“Hmm?” Tendou murmured after opening the door to his apartment and seeing his friends girlfriend crying her eyes out and shivering from the cold. He could only frown, imagining the worst. “Hey, are you okay?”

He felt the air get knocked out of him when you rammed your body into his, sobbing into his chest and hugging him. The red head returned the hug, still having no clue why you were crying your eyes out in his apartment at such a late hour. With his leg he was able to softly kick the door to his apartment to shut out the cold. You pulled away, a little more calm now after being able to get a hug. Tendou stood by your side patiently as you calmed down, rubbing his hand against your small back and feeling your breathing go back to steady. 

That’s when he stopped his comforting, his eyes widening at the soft pink fingerprints on your arm and then on your other arm. “Did he do this to you?” He asked, making you follow him to the small kitchen he had. He reached into his freezer to take out an icepack, offering it to you for your forming bruises. You could only nod to him, your throat feeling sore from the amount of sobs you tried to keep in on your way over. 

“We broke up.” Tendou offered you a hug to try to make you feel better which you took with shaky breaths feeling your tears start up again. That night Tendou comforted you on his couch, putting on all kinds of movies you enjoyed to try to cheer you up. Even cracking up jokes to get you to smile, doing anything to get a positive reaction out of you. The next day he offered his spare room, that he used as storage, in his apartment for you to move in knowing that you probably didn’t want to go back to Toshi. The red head had been one of your closest friend since high school and there wasn’t anywhere else to go so you agreed. You still promised him that once you were able to get your shit together that you would find your own place and move out. He even offered to pick up your clothes and items and you accepted, too scared to face Toshi. 

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Tendou knocked on the door with a heavy hand, holding in his breath. He wasn’t sure what to think of his friend now. When he saw the forming bruises on your arms and when you told him about the fighting, he just couldn’t believe that he would let his anger go that far. The door opened, revealing a tensed looking Toshi. With the blank stare present on Tendou’s face it seemed obvious that he knew about what had gone down. 

“I’m here to get Y/n’s stuff.” Without a word, Toshi moved from the door allowing a space for Tendou to pass through. No one talked or even offered a glance to the other. It felt tense but Tendou was there for one thing only. He wasn't sure what to grab so he looked around confused until he noticed a familiar backpack you always used to carry around. He made sure to grab that and whatever clothes of yours he could find, he still didn’t have a clue and he felt even more pressured when Toshi was just in a corner, watching. 

“The drawer there, thats all of their stuff. I’ll get you a bigger bag.” Tendou looked over to where Toshi pointed to and nodded. He was back in a minute, handing the red head the bigger bag he mentioned. In a flash, most of the drawer was emptied out. All Tendou wanted was to leave but he checked over the room again, to see if he had missed anything by any chance. 

“All their shoes are in the closet.” He grabbed the bag that was starting to weigh with a huff and moved toward the closet. Opening it, he could make out which shoes were yours and which were Toshis. Grabbing two pairs at the time to hurry, he could still feel Toshi’s eyes on him.

Tendou stood up, waiting for more instructions but when none came his way and with bags in his hands, he made his way out without saying a word. Toshi could only watch, letting another important person in his life walk away. He felt himself become breathless, tears that he tried his hardest to hold back, prickling. All gone because he couldn’t be a better person to you but he knew it was all his fault and he just had to take the consequences seriously.  But still, he didn’t try to hold the cries when he realized that you had blocked him on everything. He didn’t try to look for you because he knew that it wouldn’t be fair to you, he had already put you through enough. That week you also cried your eyes out, you couldn’t even look at yourself in the mirror because your eyes would always linger on the bruises. You still loved him, he was your world for years and the sudden change hurt the both of you deeply. It was just time for the both of you to heal and move on, Toshi didn’t feel like doing either. He rather live with the pain, reminding himself that the only person who could understand him the best and love him even with his bold personality was just gone. 

The first few weeks was hell for the both of you, Toshi took most of the time to reflect on the horrible things he would say to you. Mostly he would channel all that anger he had into volleyball which was a good distraction for him but also the worst time to be thinking about you. It would only make him want to sit and cry his heart out. You would basically do the same thing, taking extra shifts at work and working harder than usual to keep your mind off him. But you could always feel the tears threatening to spill out if something ever reminded you of him. Tendou was a great friend, always around to cheer you up whenever those waves of sadness hit. From making you dinner to even putting up with the dumb movies you liked, he was there to help you heal. Sometimes you would ask him to check on Toshi but he would avoid the question most of the time. He was against you trying to reach out to your ex but you knew he was doing it for you, helping you heal. 

One night you couldn’t help but feel around your bed, hoping that it was all just a bad dream. You at least expected to feel that warmth you grew familiar to for years but instead all you could feel was your cold sheets. You silently cried in your bed welcoming the coldness. After years of being by his side constantly, you were finally alone and you weren’t sure how to react. Sure you had Tendou but it wasn't the same. He wasn’t Toshi, he wasn’t the one who would encourage you every day to do your best or who would greet you with his straight forward and awkward loving. Toshi was one of a kind and as much as you wished you could go back to fix things, you also felt like there was no return anymore. You’d do anything to be able to go back running straight into his arms and to be able to feel his warmth once again. Maybe in another life the both of you could reunite and be finally okay. 

‘If only’ you thought to yourself, turning on your side on your cold empty bed. The coldness was just something you were going to have to get used to for a while. Now that he was no longer around anymore. 

(not edited, reallly tired :( insomnia kicking my ass but im going to try to get some sleep because its really been a problem for me lately)

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sentinel of naruhata | chapter two

mr. nice guy

warnings: graphic descriptions of violence, one short scene implying sexual harassment (non-graphic), manga spoilers for my hero academia: vigilantes

word count: 3383

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If someone had told Koichi that he would get jumped, well, he may have believed them. That’s not too uncommon, especially around Naruhata. And it really wouldn’t be odd if it happened to him specifically. He just had that kind of luck. However, if they had also mentioned that a nine-year old would jump in and save him, he’d be a bit skeptical.

He honestly didn’t know if he quite believed what he had witnessed. One moment he was about to get hit by a guy he had managed to piss off earlier in the day, and the next some kid had shown up seemingly out of nowhere, threatening to steal his attacker’s quirk. Koichi didn’t think that was possible. Sure, there had been copying quirks, and erasure quirks were rare, but a quirk that allowed a person to take another quirk? That didn’t seem right, at least, it didn’t seem too entirely possible. A quirk is an integral, unique part of each individual- there’s no way somebody can take that, right? He could be wrong, it wasn’t like he was studying quirk theory.

As soon as the kid hightailed it out of the store with his strange assortment of items, Koichi knew he’d been in for it. He had already been late to work today because of the whole fiasco from earlier. He didn’t mean to run into Spiky Dude- it had just happened! Yeah, maybe he shouldn’t have been using his quirk in public, but he was running late! And then, of course, Spiky Dude just had to show up at the same convenience store Koichi worked at, and had to rough him up on the same day he was late. His manager was already absolutely pissed, and Koichi really didn’t want to stick around any longer than he had to in fear of a lecture, or something worse.

Luckily for him, he was nearing the end of his shift by the time Spiky Dude had entered the store, and the kid had helped him waste a lot of time due to the insane amount of items he was purchasing. All he had to do was clock out and sneak out of the door, which should be fairly easy. After punching out on the system and closing the register, Koichi grabbed his bag and began to get ready to leave.

“Haimiwari.” Koichi closed his eyes in disappointment, sighing before turning around with a fake grin.

“What can I do for you, sir?”

The angry tapping of the shoe really should have been enough warning, in hindsight.

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The streets of Naruhata were busy for the late hour, not too unusual but it was something that Koichi didn’t want to bother with after the night he had. Of course that stunt had gotten him fired. Perfect. It wasn’t like it was his fault! He was the victim in all of this! What, did his boss really think that he wanted to get dragged into an alleyway and get beat up? Koichi grunted as he walked around a slow-placed couple. He would have to find another job and fast. Rent was coming up, and he still had payments due on his tuition. His left hand adjusted the strap of his backpack while his right passed over his face. This was too stressful to think about right now.

There was something he knew he could to help take his mind off of things for a while. Koichi’s eyes narrowed in determined concentration. Yeah, tonight was a good night for that.

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The wind rushed through Izuku’s loose hair, tousling it beyond fixing. It felt wonderful, racing across the rooftops of an unknown city in the dead of the night. He was barely let out of his room and the training hall on good days- he could never hope to leave the confines of Kurogiri’s watchful eye. Which, unfortunately, meant that it was a rare opportunity to go outside… ever.

Izuku let out a harsh giggle, letting it echo in the air with a wide smile. He had never felt so free.

Slowing to catch his breath, Izuku pulled a wrinkled, old notebook out of his bag. Skimming through the pages, he stopped on the last entry he made. When researching Eraserhead, it wasn’t that hard to find out that the underground hero mainly patrolled in the Narahata Ward. However, it was a bit more difficult to find out specific times and locations of his daily patrols. He assumed that it changed quite frequently due to Eraserhead’s cryptid-like nature, but it was still frustrating to not know exactly where to find the hero. Especially since he wasn’t aware how much time he had before Tomura caught on to where he was.

However, Izuku did have a few locations that seemed to be promising. Most of them were hidden back alley’s, which made perfect sense. A majority of petty crimes took place during the day- they were a beacon to spotlight heroes, those who lived off the praise and popularity from civilians. But the nasty, evil villains? Oh, Izuku knew from experience that the worst of the worst were always found in the dead of night. Underground heroes always had to be on their toes, and it spoke volumes to Eraserhead’s vigilance that he’s remained pretty much untouchable and unnoticeable to those who wished ill intent.

Pulling up the map on his outdated phone, he inputted the first location he had written in his notebook. The specific alley was only about three blocks away. With a manic grin, Izuku pulled up the hood of his jacket and let Enhance swim through his veins once more.

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The discs of air underneath Koichi’s palms lit up with a familiar burst of light, making the nineteen gleefully chuckle. The feeling of his signature All Might hoodie snugged tight over his torso provided him with an unexplainable comfort, as did the plain black mask covering the lower half of his face.

Koichi was inexplicably known for his plain nature at college (save for the rumors that said he was some creep that tried to lure girls into abandoned buildings. He really was just trying to make friends!), so it wasn’t like anyone would expect him to be the vigilante that ran around Naruhata at night.

Well, he supposed the word “vigilante” was a bit of an exaggeration. It wasn’t like he sought out and fought criminals, he just used his quirk to get around a bit faster and help out the common man. Koichi lost out on his chance of being a hero a long time ago, but that didn’t mean that he couldn’t help people when he had a bit of free time. As Mr. Nice Guy, he was able to get a glimpse of what he had dreamed about being his entire life.

Koichi zoomed through the lit up streets of Naruhata, providing directions to the lost, helping find missing items, and picking up bits of random trash. Everytime he received a “thank you” his eyes lit up- it was nice to be appreciated sometimes. The chorus of grateful civilians echoed within his mind as he continued to do good deeds throughout the night. After a few hours, he found himself moseying down a side road in hopes of heading home.

“All that do-gooding sure does make a guy thirsty.” He slipped down his mask, mumbling mostly to himself as he readjusted the straps of his bag.

A water bottle was thrust in front of him, followed by a peppy voice. “Here ya go!”

Koichi took the water bottle without thanking, shouting a quick “thank you” to whoever handed him the drink. And then, once he realized what had just happened, immediately did a double-take. Wide eyes looked over to the side of the road, only to see a young girl with pink, puffy pigtails staring at him with a bemused smirk.

“Pop Step?!” Koichi straightened his posture. “What are you doing here?!”

Ignoring his question, she began to walk out in front of him, hands stuffed in the pockets of her jacket. “So… you’re the guy picking up trash around town?” Her hand went to frame her cheek in wonder. “What’s your name again? Cockroach Guy?”

Wide, admiring eyes became downtrodden in an instant, an annoyed glare taking their place. “It’s Nice Guy!”

“Whatever! You’re the one who alerted me to the fuzz during my show, right? I wanted to say thanks, somehow!”

Koichi was the one who let her know the police were coming when she was performing her illegal street show earlier in the day. He didn’t care much for her music, but that didn’t mean he wanted to see her get arrested. Either way, he wasn’t sure why that provided an excuse to essentially stalk him. “So, you’ve been tailing me all day, huh?”

“Yup! I saw you almost get pummeled by those customers while you were working at that convenience store! I probably wouldn’t have stepped in either way, but wow! You were lucky when that little kid showed up, huh? Gotta admit, Cockroach Guy, that was pretty lame!”

“I don’t do well with violence, okay!” Koichi felt his eye twitch in annoyance; it was probably time to get out of this conversation before he lost his temper.

Pop Step’s face twisted with confusion. “Isn’t that dweeby hoodie supposed to be an All Might cosplay? And yet, you suck at fighting? That totally makes sense…”

“Sure, I look up to the guy. I wanna be useful to society however I can, just like he is! It’s got nothing to do with fighting! And the hoodie isn’t dweeby! It’s cool!”

“However you can?” Pop Step giggled, using her quirk to jump ust high enough to appear a little taller than Koichi. “So you know your place, at least!”

Koichi clenched his teeth in frustration, stepping around Pop Step to try and speed around her. “Stop getting hung up on the details! Knowing your place is important! If you keep playing at being some sort of pop idol, the cops will catch you sooner than later.”

Pop’s face scrunched up with a flash of anger, and if Koichi hadn’t had the night he had, he may have even been terrified. “Hey! I’m not ‘playing’ at anything! I’m the real deal!” She sped up, stopping in front of him as she pointed a perfectly manicured finger in his face. “You’ll just have to keep an eye out for the police! Also, I’ll need you to usher in my fans, set up the venues, and sell some merchandise!”

“Are you pissed off or hiring me for a job?!”

“Don’t you need one? Wouldn’t be surprised if you got fired after what happened!” Pop didn’t even take a moment to notice Koichi’s crestfallen glance towards the wall. “Anyways! If anyone can help me, it’s you- Know Your Place Guy!”

“Ugh. It’s Nice Guy!”

“Oh whatever!” Pop Step turned away from Koichi in order to run further down the alley, sparing him a glance backwards as she made her getaway. “I went through all of this trouble to express some gratitude… I didn’t think it’d be such a big deal, asking a ‘Nice Guy’ like you to do a little work to help a girl out!”

Koichi, good mood effectively ruined once again, went to bite back with a response. That was, until a familiar group popped into his view. He flinched as he saw Pop Step run straight into the leader, none other than the Spiky Dude who threatened to pummel Koichi into the ground just hours before. He could do nothing but stare as the group cornered Pop Step up against the wall, no doubt making her uncomfortable. Probably much more so than he was when he was in her position.

Now, if Koichi were a hero, this is when he would pull out all of the stops. He would crouch low to the ground, speeding to the men terrorizing the young girl and knocking them all on their asses. He would make sure he sped Pop Step to a safe location before coming back to make sure those bozos got arrested like they deserved. But, Koichi wasn’t a hero. And he would never be one. What could he do? His quirk was essentially useless in a fight. The only thing he was good at was running away.

But didn’t he have a duty to try and help? After all, if he couldn’t find the strength to help a young girl in this kind of situation, how could he try to help anyone else? With shaky legs and a determined glint in his eyes, Koichi bent low to the ground. The familiar pulse of his quirk activating below him provided little comfort, but he knew he had to push through this fear and go.

Mask pulled up, Koichi flew against the dirty pavement, locking eyes onto one of Spiky Dude’s lackeys. Now, if he could just get by unnoticed this time, he could knock this guy off his game and get Pop out of there. But of course, things never go Koichi’s way. That’s his luck.

The man caught him, large physique towering over him. The small tuft of flame acting as his hair cast an eerie shadow against the ground. “Well, well, well… look who we have here! Hey, boss! It’s the cockroach from earlier!” Still holding onto the back of Koichi’s hoodie, the large criminal threw him against the wall.

The pain of his head hitting against the rough edges of brick didn’t compare to the spikes slashing against his cheek.

“That annoying brat ain’t here to save you this time.” Spiky Dude’s eyes seem to glow in the dark night, and Koichi couldn’t ignore the sinister feeling pooling in his gut. “You ain’t getting away with just a small beating this time. I’m going to crush you. And I’m gonna enjoy it.”

The spiky criminal stalked closer to him; Koichi’s eyes immediately latched onto the blood dripping from the thick barbs protruding from the knuckles of his enemy. Shit. Shit. What could he do?! He really was going to die. Koichi shut his eyes in gruesome anticipation, hoping that at least Pop Step was using this opportunity to get away. A rush of air flew past his nose, and he blinked slowly. Looking up, Koichi locked eyes with Spiky Dude. The skewers had vanished from his knuckles, and the same, pale look of absolute petrification the criminal wore earlier in the night was on his face once more.

“Didn’t I tell you I wasn’t going to warn you next time?” The familiar voice of the kid that had stepped in during Koichi’s earlier encounter with this group echoed through the street, venom and animosity clear as day in his tone. Even Koichi shrunk into himself in fear. His wandering eyes latched onto a figure leaning down from the rooftop above, All Might hoodie bright against the black of night.

“I was looking for Eraserhead, but maybe I can do his job for him tonight and knock you fucker’s out.” Holy shit, what was up with this kid?

Koichi had noticed earlier that the kid had bright green eyes, but they seemed almost electrified, bright green sparks lighting off in his pupils as his glare deepened. He jumped off the roof, floating just above the ground before he hit it at full speed. His hand was held out, and Koichi glanced at the numerous scars stretching against the palored skin.

While Spiky Dude was distracted, Koichi took the opportunity to get back on his hands and feet, and forced himself to crash into the lizard looking man that was still holding onto Pop Step. She used the momentum from Koichi along with her quirk to jump out of the way and out of the alley. In his happiness of the fact that Pop was able to make a getaway, he wasn’t able to stop his momentum. Koichi ended up crashing straight into the other wall, the force of it knocking out the criminal he held tight in his grip.

“There’s no need for that!” A deep, grudd voice echoed from the other side of the street, and before anyone could react, a large fist connected straight into Spiky Dude’s nose. “The name’s Knuckleduster. And it’s my job to take out the trash like you.” Koichi barely even blinked, and the next moment the other tone was conked out right beside the leader.

What the fuck was happening?!

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Izuku sighed in relief as he felt the rubber band snap against the quirk he held in his grasp, sending it back to its original owner as some random old man knocked him out. He didn’t want to steal a quirk, but that dude really wasn’t going to give him any choice. Luckily some geezer showed up before he could make good on his threat. He watched the man with a careful stare, seeing as he checked each of the criminal’s tongues before standing back up. His red sneakers crunched against the pavement as he lowered himself back to the ground; he walked towards the cashier he met earlier and held his hand out for him to take.

The man sitting across from him scratched the back of his head in a sheepish manner, choosing to take Izuku’s hand in order to get back up. “Uh, suppose that’s twice you’ve saved me, huh kid? We really have to stop meeting like this.”

Izuku chuckled, nodding his head in agreement. A cough sounded behind the two of them, and they both turned around to find the old man staring straight into their souls. Knuckleduster’s bandana covered his entire head, including the top half of his face, only leaving holes to see out of. His black trench coat was grimy, not to mention ripped on the hemlines. Everything about this screamed “homeless old man”, even down to the gritty way the man seemed to fight.

Izuku couldn’t help but think the man seemed familiar.

“You take quirks or something, kid?” The man’s eyes narrowed, his already gruff voice deepened.

“No! I don’t take quirks! I was just playing a bluff, really!” Technically, Izuku wasn’t lying. He hadn’t ever willingly taken a quirk before. “I have an erasure quirk! That’s why I’ve been looking for Eraserhead. I’m hoping he’s willing to train me.” Now, there’s the lie.

“Hmph.” Knuckleduster’s eyes stayed on Izuku a little while longer, tense silence following before he shrugged it off. “You both show promise. Gotta admit, when I heard about Naruhata’s newest vigilante, I wasn’t expecting him to have a sidekick.”

Both Izuku and Koichi stared at him in shock, making the old man laugh. It was a hearty laugh, scratchy and sarcastic. “People are gonna make that sort of assumption when you’ve got two kids helping fight crime in the exact same hoodie.” The two boys flushed, causing Koichi to shake his head.

“We just met today.”

“So? Doesn’t mean the two of ya don’t work well together. I almost didn’t need to come down here. If it weren’t for the threat of Trigger I probably wouldn’t have. Don’t know if it’s luck or not, but these thugs didn’t have a trace of the drug on ‘em.”

“Trigger?” Izuku knew what he was talking about. His father was one of the main benefactors of the production and distribution of the drug. Or well, he was before he got forced into a coma. He had originally thought the distribution would slow after the underworld had found out about All for One’s current medical status, but it seems that wasn’t the case.

Knuckleduster waved it away. “I can explain that later. After you two accept my offer.”

Koichi paled, backing away from the crazy old man. “What offer?”

A sinister grin formed its way onto Knuckleduster’s face, making the duo in front of him back away even further. “Let me teach you kids what it takes to do hero work, and how great it feels to pound some villains!”

Koichi thought this man was absolutely insane and would only lead him to more trouble.

Izuku thought that he had enough training from the villains themselves.

They met each other’s gaze before turning back to Knuckleduster.

“We refuse your offer.”

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BTS Reaction || Getting Sick Whilst Married [Request]

A/N: I’m sorry if this isn’t quite what you had in mind but I used a lot of illnesses me or someone around me have been through to help with this and I’m sorry it took so long, I did a lot of research to make sure what I was writing was correct 

A/N: I didn’t want to use the current virus/sickness/illness that is happening around us as I didn’t want to come across as insensitive to those who are suffering with it or that are effect by it by writing about it.  I hope you understand

Seokjin:

Jin stared at you as you laid on the bed, you hadn't moved all week and he was starting to get worried about you. It was lucky that the kids were at school and you could relax for most of the days to help yourself feel better but you were starting to get worse. He knew the symptoms and he knew you knew them too but neither of you were prepared to say anything, whenever you thought about it you just got flashbacks to when you first started dating Jin. 

"You feeling any better?" You shook your head and he laid the tray down in front of you, taking your temperature and giving you some water, he wanted to take you to the hospital and get you seen to but he knew he couldn't do that while the kids were home,

"I'll call Namjoon to pick up the kids, and then call Hoseok to remind Namjoon to pick them up. You're not okay." He didn't even give you time to protest, which was a good thing in his book because he knew you were going to refuse to go, claiming it was nothing and it would all pass over but he knew that was wrong, he knew you weren't okay and needed to be seen to, images from the past came flooding back to him with every passing second.

You'd only been dating for a couple of months and now you were laid upon Jin's sofa, saying you were fine when you looked like death. Your lips were a blue colour, your face was flushed and you couldn't eat anything which wasn't you at all. Jin made the decision to drag you to the hospital once you were unable to form sentences, much to your disgust but you couldn't voice your opinion because whenever you tried to talk it would come out in the form of slurs as if you were drunk except you hadn't touched a sip of water much less alcohol. The doctor who saw you had you attached to machines while they ran tests, they fed you through a tube and kept you topped up on fluids but Jin wasn't allowed into the room while they worked around you, he had to stay outside while he waited for results. You were passed out on the bed while the doctors rushed around your body and it was worrying Jin because no one was saying anything, they all stayed silent and when they did talk it was all in code so nurses could note down something and leave the room again only to come back with more machines. 

"We're just going to take some blood tests and then you can go and sit with her." A nurse said to Jin when she came out of the room for the sixth time in the last five minutes.

It was lucky Jin dragged you to the hospital when he did otherwise you wouldn't have known what was wrong with you, your kidney's had gone down to functioning at only 23%, you were awake now and Jin was sitting with you when the doctor delivered the news, informing you that you could have died if you'd waited one more day and it was reckless to not come and see him sooner, you were placed under surveillance at the hospital, with a saline drip to avoid getting dehydrated, Jin made sure you knew he wasn't going to go anywhere, even though the hospital nurses told him multiple times to go home as there was nothing he could do by being there and that visiting times were over but he didn't want to leave your side. Not even for a second. 

"Your results are showing that your Kidney's are failing again," The doctor said as you sat up in the bed, your hands linked with Jin's as the doctor ran through your chart, 

"But from before we know that Mr Kim is a match for you and is in healthy condition to do the operation...If you would be willing to go through with it." Jin was nodding on your behalf but you were trying to shake your head in protest, you didn't want him to lose a kidney because one of yours was failing to work. 

"She means yes," Jin said to the doctor, you stared at him and the doctor walked out of the room to give you some privacy to talk it over. 

"Jin, you're not doing this for me. They'll start working again as they did before." You said to him trying to get him to think rationally about this, both of you couldn't be laid up in a hospital room, you both had kids to think about. 

"The kids, they need one of us around." He sighed and came to your side, taking your hands in his and looking at you, staring deep into your eyes. 

"You need this kidney, the boys know about everything and I'm sure Namjoon won't mind babysitting for a little longer, he loves kids." You shook your head to try and stop yourself from crying.

"What if one of us doesn't survive the surgery, or what if only one of us does?" He was shaking his head at you, always overthinking and letting your mind jump to the worst conclusion possible. 

"You're more likely to get hit by a bus then either of us dying on the operating table. Now, rest up. I'll get Namjoon to bring the kids here and we'll have a family meeting about everything, explain to them what's happening." You nodded and relaxed back against the hospital bed.

The surgery went along perfectly and now you were in a twin hospital room with Jin, your beds close enough together so that you could hold conversations without having to shout across the room to one another. There was a light knock on the door and the doctor walked into the room holding a clipboard and smiling at you both, 

"The surgery was a success, you'll both be able to move around again soon." You smiled at the doctor and Jin gave you an 'I told you so look' The doctor excused himself and Jin chuckled. 

"What?" You questioned looking over at him, he smirked at you. 

"I really am your perfect match," You groaned throwing your head back against the pillows behind you, it was going to be an extremely long week ahead of you, full of dad jokes that you were going to have to pretend to find funny since he was your husband.

Yoongi:

If anyone would have told you this is where you would have been when you first started dating Yoongi you would have laughed about it, but here you were. Three months into dating Min Yoongi and you were laid up in a hospital bed, attached to different machines that were monitoring you 24 hours day, seven days a week to keep you breathing and functioning. All this because of a small incident that happened a few weeks ago, a small minor car accident where no one was injured, or at least no one was injured that you could see, it took a week for you to start showing signs with what was wrong with you and even when you started showing signs you ignored it, hoping the sharp stabbing pain in your chest would go away, you kept it to yourself not wanting to worry Yoongi since you had only just started dating but when he came over to your apartment to spend an evening with you and found you struggling to breathe and your fingertips turning blue he rushed to the hospital with you, ignoring the take out food he'd brought back with him and focusing on you, much to your dismay and pleading to him that it was nothing and that you were fine. 

But you weren't fine, you were far from fine. The doctor's performed countless amounts of tests, finding what was wrong with you after a chest X-Ray that showed in the car accident you'd damaged your chest badly enough to cause a collapsed lung. From there you were placed into different rooms with different doctors, all of them telling you different ways of action and explaining in doctor language what needed to be done, while you gazed into space wondering what was wrong, if you would live and how you were going to deal with it Yoongi was by your side, holding your hand and taking notes on how he was going to look after you. He'd just met the love of his life and he was going to make sure he could do everything in his power to make sure you were okay.

"Yoongi." You stuttered out later that night after the doctor left, he turned to face you and you smiled softly at him with tears running down your face, it was the first time you were able to talk to him without being surrounded by nurses.

"I know it might be soon but-" He stopped you, shaking his head now, tears welling up in his eyes as he knew what you were trying to do, you were trying to say goodbye when there was no need to, he began shutting the laptop down that he had one of the boys drop off earlier, he moved closer to you and took hold of your hands, wanting you to listen to him properly. 

"I love you," You smiled weakly at him it would make you feel better if you could tell him goodbye now but you knew he didn't need that, he needed you to think positively about the surgery,

"And you can tell me you love me tomorrow when you come up after your successful surgery." He whispered to you, knowing you were worrying out of control by what was happening, the doctor told you they were going to perform a small surgery, inserting a needle into the chest cavity to remove the pressure that was being caused, promising you that it would be fine and that they had done the surgery a million times before, but it still wasn't putting your mind at ease.

Yoongi came home from the studio with a giant smile on his face, he and the boys had finished the new album and now he was home with his wife and son, except you weren't in the kitchen to greet him like you normally were and your son was playing with his toys in the living room, 

"Y/N?" He called out walking further into the living room and bending down to kiss your son before going to find you. You'd been married for four years now and your son was three years old. 

"Y/n?" He yelled out again, going up the stairs to look for you he heard sniffling coming from the bedroom and pushed the door open to see you on the shared bed, holding onto a pillow and crying. 

"Y-Yoongi." You stuttered out, slowly making yourself sit up in the bed and staring at him, he rushed to your side and you were taking rapid and shallows breaths, your chest was pounding and you were crying.

"Y/n, what's wrong?" You gripped onto his hands tightly trying to calm yourself down, a panic attack wasn't causing the breathing or chest pain but you knew it wouldn't help the situation if you were to have one right now. 

"I feel like I can't breathe." That's all Yoongi needed to hear, pulling his phone out of his pocket and getting you out of the bed, pulling you towards the staircase to get you into the car, once he knew you were safe inside the car he headed back inside for your son. Rushing you all to the hospital. 

There you were again, laid in a hospital bed with Yoongi by your side holding your hand tightly as the doctor came into the room with a clipboard, going over some notes and then looking up at all three of you, your son sitting on the floor next to Yoongi playing with some hospital issues toys. 

"I can confirm that there are no signs of the lung collapsing again, but we will keep you overnight and sometime tomorrow to make sure but we're pretty certain it is just a bad chest infection." He said to you, writing out a prescription for some antibiotics and leaving the room, you turned to Yoongi and both of you relaxed a little more knowing you weren't going back into the way you first were.

"You have to stop scaring me like this." He joked leaning down and kissing you on the lips, you kissed him back softly and rest your head against his. 

"I'm sorry Yoongles." You giggled at the nickname for him and he sat back down in the chair in front of your son, you smiled at how perfect that image was, your husband and son together.

"I love you." You whispered to him laying back on the bed and watching them both, your eyes becoming heavy with how tired you were. 

"We love you too." Yoongi said to you, watching as you slowly drifted to sleep in front of him. 

Hoseok:

You stared down at the positive pregnancy in your hand test in shock, you couldn't be pregnant, you and Hoseok hadn't seen together...Well, actually you could be pregnant. You rushed over to the calendar you had in the bathroom and checked over the timeline just to make sure you didn't miss something, no, this was right. You could be pregnant, you threw the test into the bin, making a plan to call a doctor and check before you told Hobi, he was at the studio so you didn't want him to find out just yet, he already missed you, his wife, and his two kids you didn't want to give him more of a reason to come home and not concentrate on the work that needed to get done. You only took the test because you were always needing to pee, your boobs were sore and you were bloating, you didn't think you could actually be pregnant but you were wrong.

"Where's mummy?" Hobi asked over the skype a week later to your son who was answering the ringing phone while you were in the ultrasound room, you'd been wheeled down after your doctor ordered a countless amount of tests, your mum was looking after the children since you hadn't told Hoseok you were pregnant, she told you she would come with you as well for the scans. But after telling the doctor about the pains you were having he ordered more tests because of your medical past. 

"Mummy's in the hospital room, big scary doctors." Hoseok stared at the screen and then your mum came into view, and he asked for answers, wanting to know where you were and why you were in the hospitals without telling him. 

"I'll be right there." He said hanging up the call and dashing for the exit, images of you from when you first started dating began playing over in his head.

"You appear to have an ovarian cyst, now usually they're nothing to worry about as they are very common in women your age but," The doctor stared at you and Hoseok, you'd come in because you were worrying about yourself, it was painful to have intercourse, you were in a lot of pain and always needed to go to the toilet, amongst a lot of painful cramps in your abdomen that left you almost immobile on the floor, Hoseok had come home from the dance studio to find you sobbing on the bathroom floor about how much pain you were in and he told you he was worried, so that's how you ended up in the hospital with a bunch of tests being run on you to find out exactly what was wrong with you.

"But?" Hoseok asked trying to get him to continue but the doctor stared at you as if questioning if it was okay for Hoseok to be there so you took hold of Hobi's hand as a signal everything was okay.

"We have to perform a surgery to make sure it's nothing cancerous, it's only small and you'll be awake throughout the procedure, you won't feel anything." You nodded at the doctor and he walked out of the room, giving you a moment to talk to Hoseok alone.

You came up after the surgery and you were groggy and wanted nothing more than to just curl up on the bed with Hoseok next to you but you could barely move, the surgery was only small but the stitches were a huge bitch because of where they were on your body, Hoseok smiled at you and took hold of your hand, running his thumb along your knuckles and waiting for the doctor to come in and talk to you both, you'd only been dating a few months but he was protective over you and wanted to do anything to make sure you were okay.

"It's nothing cancerous, you're fine. You're very lucky it was just a cyst, you should have come to see us sooner, this could have killed you." The doctor said in another cold and disapproving tone, he left the room and Hoseok kissed your forehead lightly and reassured you that you could just sleep off the medication and he would be there for you when you woke up.

"Hobi?" You questioned when he walked into the hospital room, your kids rushed over to him throwing their small arms around their dad and giggling as he picked them up, walking over to the bed and sitting them down at the end of the bed. 

"What's wrong?" You looked down at your hands nervously, staring at the little band around your wrist with your name written across it. 

"The cysts are back...but one of them is ruptured." Your mum took the kids out of the room and Hoseok took hold of your hand, 

"What does that mean exactly?" He was worried but trying not to show it, 

"They're going to monitor me for a while, keep me medicated and then do a small surgery on my other ovary as I have one on both sides." You whispered finally letting the tears go, you weren't in pain right now because you were dosed up on strong hospital painkillers that were numbing the pain, you were just upset. 

"Why didn't you tell me you were in the hospital?" You looked away from him, wiping your eyes and staring out of the window, 

"I thought I was pregnant...The test said positive and I got excited for a moment, wanting to keep it a secret." He sighed and sat down next to you on the bed, you leant your head on his chest and he rubbed your arms reassuringly. 

"Next time, tell me. Now, we know what the surgery is, it's small and you'll be fine. Me and the kids will be waiting for you." You nodded and he kissed the tears away from your cheeks, you could always count on him to cheer you up in these types of situation. 

Namjoon:

You hadn't eaten properly in days, you were curled up in the hospital bed with a heat patch laid across your abdomen to try and help with the pain you were having, it was excruciating but you didn't know what else to do so you just stayed dosed up on painkillers and heat patches hoping the pain would stop soon but you finally went to see a doctor who told you they would be running some tests, Namjoon, your boyfriend of two months was at work in his studio all day and had been for the last week, you told him you were fine while he was at work, although he wanted to come and spend time with you, you knew he had work to do and you didn't want to bother him with your pointless pains so you didn't tell him you were laid up in a hospital bed but it was going to be hard to hide it from him when you were supposed to be going to see him for lunch. 

"When can I leave?" You questioned the nurse who was bringing you some food to eat, but she looked at you nervously before out of the small window in the room, outside the door was Namjoon and your doctor, talking about you, you only knew that because they kept turning to stare at you, as soon as Namjoon met your eyes you looked down at the floor.  

"Why didn't you text me?" You looked up when he came into the room and he sighed, sitting down next to you and taking hold of your hand and kissing it. 

"They called me because I'm down as your emergency contact." You nodded, you added him as the emergency contact since you weren't close to anyone else other than him and it seemed like a good idea at the time but looking back on it now, it probably wasn't the best idea. 

"Joonie, it's nothing. It'll pass, I get like this sometimes." But Namjoon was shaking his head at you, 

"Doctor said it's your appendix, grumbling appendicitis." You stared at him, you'd heard of it before but you knew it was nothing major, something that could be treated by strong painkillers and no surgery, you didn't want surgery.

"I'm not having surgery." You said sitting up in the bed and regretting it instantly, Namjoon stared at you confused as to why you were so against the surgery to remove your appendix. 

"It's a small surgery." You shook your head, trying to get out of the bed so the doctor couldn't convince you to have the surgery. 

"Sit down, you're in pain."

"I'm not having the surgery Namjoon, I can't. I won't." He nodded seeing how adamant you were about it and didn't want to push you. 

"That's fine, we'll tell the doctor and we'll make sure you're stable enough to go home, but I'm staying with you until you're better." You nodded in agreement with him and smiled softly, glad you had someone so understanding by your side. You just couldn't go through with it, the thought of surgery scared the hell out of you, and you didn't want to tell anyone it was one of your main fears in life.

You knew the pain as soon as it started, you knew exactly what was happening but you didn't tell Namjoon about it, you just continued with everything as if it was nothing. Your husband was at work and you were at home with your daughter who was taking her afternoon nap. Namjoon knew you were sick but you didn't tell him how sick you really were, you didn't want him to make a big deal over nothing serious so you told him you were fine, which was far from the truth. You whimpered as you reached to the top shelf for your painkillers, the pain in your lower right side was coming and going but it was painful nevertheless. You knew it was getting worse though when you started sweating a lot, and your temperature was well above the normal temperature for you or anyone else. 

"Shit." You whispered as the cramps got worse with every passing second, you called Jungkook on your mobile, telling him to come over and babysit for a little, asking him not to tell Namjoon that you'd asked him to come over, as you didn't want to worry him at work.

 "Miss I'm afraid you can't go anywhere." The nurse said as you tried to get out of the bed, the doctor was trying to talk to you about the surgery you needed but you weren't having any of it, you wanted no part in it again. 

"I don't want the surgery, I have a child and husband at home to get back to." You threw the blanket off your body and put your feet onto the ground trying to walk away but your body fell out beneath you and the nurses helped you sit back down. 

"It's not as simple as that Miss, your appendix has burst and if we don't operate right away you could die." You stared at the doctor and then realised the sincerity of the situation, you nodded and they began rushing about around you, getting you to sign forms before sending you down to the operating room, you pleaded with the nurse to call your husband but she told you she would do it for you.

"She's waking up." You heard someone say in a hushed tone, you grumbled something going to roll over onto your side but hissing as you did so, your eyes shot open and you glanced around the room, standing in front of you were Namjoon, your daughter and the rest of the boys all staring at you worriedly. 

"Let's get some chocolate milk." Jungkook said picking up your daughter and walking out of the room with the rest of the boys following behind him, Namjoon stared at you with a disapproving look.

"You're fine?" He said with a smirk, you groaned laying your head back against the pillow and staring at him, you didn't want the whole I told you so lecture so you just nodded. 

"You were right and I was wrong. I'm sorry, but please don't tell me I told you so because I will throw this IV bag at your head." You joked laughing a little and looking at him, his expression changed from smug to concerned all at once, he gripped onto your hand and looked at you in the eyes. 

"Don't ever do that again. You scared the life out of me." You nodded at him,

"I promise Joonie." You whispered, he smiled sadly and leaned forward, leaving a kiss on your head

Jimin:

The doctor began reading off the chart what was wrong with you, the way he stood and stared at you brought back everything from when you first started dating Jimin into your mind, the way the doctor stared and read of the chart coldly with no emotion as if he didn't care what was wrong with you, as if it was somehow your fault you were the way you were. You were four months into your relationship when you ended up in the hospital... 

Jimin rushed you into the hospital when you first got sick, it was bad, worse than any sickness bug you'd ever had before. You were tired, could barely move out of bed and around the apartment but it was when Jimin came home from the studio to find you vomiting that he began to worry, it wasn't normal vomiting, you were vomiting blood up and a lot of it too, so he called off practise all week so he could be with you in the hospital, even though you told him you would be fine and he had a comeback to prepare for, he didn't want to leave your side, assuring you that the boys didn't mind and that you were more important to him than anything else right now and that the only thing that mattered was finding out what was wrong and helping you get better. 

"I have the results." The doctor said in a cold tone staring at the chart and then back up at you, Jimin was holding your hand as the doctor told you what was wrong with you. 

"You have Cirrohis." You and Jimin stared at him waiting for him to explain what that was in human talk and not doctor terms, the doctor side putting the clipboard down onto the table at the end of your bed. 

"It's liver damage. Caused by excessive amounts of drinking." You frowned shaking your head, that couldn't be right. You barely drank and when you did it was one or two glasses of wine at the most, and even then it was once a month...You didn't drink excessive amounts of anything except water. You took care of yourself. 

"That doesn't make any sense...I rarely drink." You said to the doctor trying to defend yourself to someone who didn't look like they cared. 

"We'll put you on the donor list, in the meantime, I suggest staying away from alcohol and reducing the salt in your diet and we'll put you on some blood pressure medication. You're in risk of dying! Do you understand this." Jimin was livid with the doctor, how he was talking to you was out of order. 

"She doesn't drink, she already told you that." But the doctor continued to ignore both of your protests and wrote out the prescription for the medication you needed before leaving the room, slamming the door behind him and leaving you and Jimin alone in silence.

"Jimin I don't drink-" He shook his head sitting down next to you on the bed. 

"I'll get you a new doctor, someone who will listen to us." You nodded in agreement and he kissed the side of your head. 

That's what you did, you got a new doctor and you were diagnosed with Cirrohis again except the doctor was more understanding and explained that sometimes Cirrohis can occur in people who don't drink excessive amounts of alcohol and here you were again with the doctor who was reading off a chart that your liver was failing and you needed a transplant right away. You'd began to notice that it was getting worse when you started losing a lot of weight quicker than you should have been. Jimin began to pick up on it too when you started bruising after every little bump, and how you could no longer keep up with your four-year-old son, you would normally be able to run after him and keep up with him being so energetic but you couldn't anymore so Jimin brought you back to the doctor.

"Looks like it's been bad for a while, have you not noticed anything before now?" The female doctor asked you, you shook your head looking over at your husband, Jimin, and your son who was playing at the end of the hospital room, Jimin was trying to keep him busy. 

"I mean...I've been tired and I lost my sex drive but that's it...I thought it was because I was pregnant." The doctor shook her head looking over your charts again, there were no indicators to being pregnant on your charts. 

"You're lucky you're at the top of the transplant list right now, but we will need to keep you here until one becomes available." The doctor left the room and Jimin came over to your side, kissing the top of your head as you smiled sadly. 

"I won't be leaving for a while." You whispered to him, trying to keep your voice down, not wanting your son to hear you, he was only four but it didn't mean he didn't understand things going on around him. He knew when Jimin was away on tour and you knew how upset it made him so you wanted to keep it from him for now. 

"We'll visit every day, and I'll make sure everyone knows that I'll be working from the hospital from now on." You shook your head at him, you didn't want him to throw everything away for you, you knew it could be a while before a liver was ready for you and you didn't want him sitting every day with you, bored out of his mind while you waited for something that in all honestly could never come. 

"No, you'll go to work at the studio and I'll make sure someone can look after our little man." You said to him, taking his hand and kissing it, he chuckled at you and nodded in agreement, he knew there was no use arguing with you over this, you always got your way. 

"Fine, but I will be visiting every day." You nodded. 

"Who else is going to bring me my daily cup of pudding." You joked. 

"You mean who else are you going to annoy all the time." He said leaning down and kissing your lips. You knew you would be okay, as long as Jimin was calm about it all, you knew you would be too.

Taehyung:

You were in the hospital with Taehyung when you finally told him what was wrong with you. He'd taken you out for your sixth-month anniversary to go to a big fancy restaurant and you hadn't told him about your condition so when he got a bottle of red wine for the table you felt guilty for not touching it, it looked expensive and you felt bad if you didn't drink some of it. Looking back on that decision now it probably wasn't the best choice of ideas, the symptoms started as they usually did, runny nose, feeling extremely faint and dizzy and then you began to get red in the face, you'd forgotten to bring your EPI pen with you though which is how you ended up laying in the hospital bed, Taehyung by your side while you waited for the doctor to come back and tell you how serious the situation was and how bad you could have been if you'd drank any more than you did.

"Why didn't you tell me?" You looked at the ceiling feeling even worse than before for not telling him but Taehyung felt a lot worse for not knowing and buying a bottle of wine and making you feel like you had to drink it because it was there. 

"I just didn't want you to think I was weird." You admitted shyly, trying to avoid looking at him but he turned your head with his fingers so he could face you while he was talking and sighed, running his thumb under your eyes to get rid of the running mascara, you'd cried to the nurse when you told her what was happening and you cried when you told Taehyung when they brought you out, admitting everything about why you couldn't drink and what it did to your body, how too much could potentially kill you if you weren't careful.

"I wouldn't think you were weird because you're allergic to something." He sighed letting out a breathy chuckle as you giggled along with him, you lent into his hand and he bent down, leaving a kiss on your forehead. 

"We will be more careful though, can't have you dying on me." He joked looking over at the door as the doctor entered the room, giving you another prescription for an EPI pen and talking to you about the seriousness of what happened that night and how to prevent it in the future.

"Y/N?" Taehyung asked as you slipped back into the booth, you were out with the boys to celebrate their new comeback, your kids were at home with Taehyung's mum and dad and you were ready to dance the night away together. It was the first time you'd been out together in the last three years that wasn't to a play date with your kids, it was just you, your husband and his six best friends celebrating, you'd been drinking coke all night and having a good time but you were starting to feel extremely sick, the room was starting to spin and you had a headache that made you feel like your head was about to explode. 

"I think it's too loud for her," Jimin said coming to your side, Taehyung eyed you up and you felt your head fall backwards, you were staring up at the ceiling confused as to what was going on when Taehyung came rushing to your side, searching through your handbag in a frantic motion, yelling something to Namjoon and the other boys who were all confused as to what was going on, Jimin pulled you from the booth and laid you down on your side trying to get you into the recovery position knowing what was happening, Tae and Jimin were the only ones who knew about your condition, you didn't want everyone knowing the ins and outs of your life story, you couldn't speak and ask what was going on, it was as if you lost complete control over your body and what to do with it. You couldn't cry out for Tae to hold your hand because you were scared because your mouth couldn't form the words to do so. 

The next thing you knew you were awake in a hospital bed, you looked to your left and Taehyung was asleep in the chair and to your right was Jimin who was on his phone. 

"Jimin?" You questioned sitting up in the bed slowly, Tae woke up once he heard your voice and he stared at you, ringing the nurse's button and standing up.

"Tae." You whispered in relief as soon as his hand made contact with yours, he kissed your head and you smiled. 

"How are you feeling?" You nodded in response to him, you felt fine, better than you did when you were in the club, Jimin got up and went to find someone to come and help you. 

"You scared the shit out of me." He said to you, you laughed softly and rubbed your arms. 

"What happened?" You questioned, you didn't have any idea, you'd been drinking coke all night, nothing more. 

"I think one of the guys got you a rum and coke by accident, they didn't know and we must not have noticed until it got really bad," Taehyung explained to you, you nodded and laid your head down on the bed, moving over so that he could lay down next to you. 

"You could have died Y/n." He warned you but you shrugged your shoulders, trying not to think about how bad things could have been, you could have left Taehyung behind with your two twin boys, alone. Tears sprang to your eyes at the thought of it and Tae knew what you were thinking about instantly,

"We have to tell them so something like this doesn't happen again." You nodded in agreement not wanting to fight him on it, you knew he was right, you laid your head on his chest, listening to his heartbeat to try and relax yourself a little more, you knew how dangerous it was to be out but you thought you would have been safe...You had to start telling people for the sake of others around you, no matter how ''embarrassing'' you thought it was, even though it was nothing to be embarrassed about, Taehyung's hands found their way into your hair and he began to play with it to try and relax you a little more, he always did this whenever you were at home and stressed out.

"I called mum, she'll watch the boys for the night so we can get you home and well-rested." You hummed and he chuckled at you, you were sleepy despite just waking up.

"Go to sleep." He whispered wanting you to get as much sleep as possible so you would be okay again.

Jungkook:

Jungkook held your hand as they wheeled you down to surgery, you were trying to fight going down for it but there was nothing you or Jungkook could do, it was a serious surgery and it needed to happen. 

"Baby you have to do this." You shook your head at him, tears streaming down your cheeks from the fear of going under the knife and the pain you were in. You'd only gone to the hospital to find out why you were throwing up and getting bad cramps and after multiple CT scans it showed up that there was a blockage in your lower intestine and they needed to remove it right away as it could have killed you. 

"Jungkook please." You pleaded but it was too late, the nurse stopped him from coming into the room and shut the door so he couldn't enter, you were dosed up with meds to knock you out and the surgery was going ahead. You understood why they had to do what they had to do but it didn't make the situation any less scary, you were 17 at the time and Jungkook was 18 so neither of you could protest the operation since your parents had already told you it was happening despite you wanting it or not wanting it doing. They were your legal guardians.

The doctors removed the mass and it wasn't cancerous or deadly towards you, just damaging to your body. The small surgery was over and you were back up on the ward with Jungkook, listening to everything the doctor told you to stop another blockage from happening. 

It happened again. You were back in a hospital bed with bad cramps and heartburn...At first, you thought it was just because you were pregnant, pregnancy tended to bring on acid reflux and heartburn problems but when you began to get really sick and bad cramps you knew you had to go and see someone, you waited for Jungkook, your husband of four years, to come home from the studio and went together though. Both of you sick with worry as you sat there in the hospital room waiting for the doctor to come back. They'd been running tests all night and day on you, sending you for multiple different scans, ones that wouldn't harm the baby in any way, and then telling you nothing about the results which only made you worry more about what was going on around you.

"What if it's back Kookie, what if this time it is-" He shook his head, taking hold of your hand and trying to calm you down, he began drawing small and invisible patterns into your skin. 

"It won't be, if something was there they would have said something." He whispered trying to reassure you that everything was fine and you were both worrying over nothing. A nurse came into the room with a wheelchair and nodded at you, you got up from the bed and went over to her, sitting down in the chair and reaching out for Jungkook's hand, you told the nurse you weren't going to go anywhere without him by your side. He was there when you went for your first surgery and he was going to be there if you had to go for another, or for any tests. 

You were laying on the ultrasound bed with Jungkook by your side, they didn't tell you what they were looking for but they were scanning all over your body, your hips, your lower back, your ribs and then your stomach. 

"What are you looking for?" You questioned trying not to cry over something you didn't need to cry about, you were just worried by everything going on around you. 

"The doctor wants us to check for anything abnormal about you." The nurse said running the ultrasound scanner over your ribs and staring at the screen, taking snapshots of whatever it was they were looking for. 

"Nothing out of the ordinary." She whispered running it along your stomach and then down to your lower back, humming and going back to your stomach you stared at her and she turned the screen away from you instantly making you think of the worst possible scenario, she finished the exam and then let you clean up and go back up to your room. 

"Sorry for taking so long, we just wanted to make sure everything on your files was correct." The doctor said as he entered your room, you and Jungkook were clinging to each other. You'd been sat waiting for the doctor for the last two hours. 

"Is everything okay?" You questioned first, worried about everything but the doctor was looking over the files and then up at you. 

"Yes, nothing wrong. Everything is fine. But we had to check over your pregnancy files." You nodded and Jungkook stared at the doctor asking him to continue. 

"It's not a blockage, or anything like that rest assured you're in perfect condition." You finally let go of the breath that you'd been holding in for so long and felt like you could breathe properly again.

"We just had to go over your midwife checks, you've been told you're having just the one baby is that correct?" You nodded at the doctor and ran your hand over your bump. 

"Well congratulations, you're having twins." You blinked at the doctor, both you and Jungkook were in shock from that last sentence, he slid some photographs over to you and you both stared at the two babies on the sonogram in front of you. 

"Twins?" You questioned, feeling breathless again, the doctor nodded. 

"It caused the symptoms of your blockage because they're a lot like pregnancy symptoms...I'm quite glad you came to get seen, that would have been a pleasant surprise on your delivery date," He continued to talk about how the midwives and other ultrasounds could have missed an important detail and gave you medication to keep yourself fit and healthy for both of the babies.

"Twins." Jungkook said to you with a giant smile on his face. 

"TWINS!" He yelled jumping up and down and going to call the rest of the boys to let them know the good news.

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[lyranova]

Neva’s Birthday

Hi guys~! So it’s my OC Neva’s birthday today 🥰! I decided to write this for her (i had another moodboard for her but its very spoiler-y for Fractured)! Also to clear something up, Vangeance isn’t ordering them to throw her a party he’s ordering them to take the day off 😅! Anyway, I hope you all enjoy this I had so much fun, its not really canon for Fractured but it has some parts from my series in it!

Taglist: @thoughtfullyrainynightmare @succulentsunrise (i wasn’t sure if you wanted to read this or not 😅)

Word Count: 3,784

Warnings: None

———

Neva couldn’t stop the sigh from escaping her as she looked at the calendar. It was March 31st; her birthday. She hadn’t told anyone, except for the Captain, and as far as she knew he was the only one that knew. She never made a big deal out of it, mostly the Captain would give her the day off, although when she was younger he tended to buy her a couple of gifts. But she had made him stop when she turned 15 and had made the decision to join the magic knights, she didn’t want anyone to know that they knew each other beforehand. She quickly tied the bottom of her braid with her small ribbon and looked at her reflection again.

“ Gods I’m getting old.”

“ Neva, are you awake?” She heard Mimosa call from the other side of her bedroom door, Neva stood up and walked towards the door and opened it.

“ Yeah, what’s up?” Neva asked as she noticed Klaus and Yuno were standing behind her, Neva leaned against her door frame and crossed her arms.

“ We’re headed out on a mission, just some bandits in the woods nearby, are you ready to go?” Mimosa asked, Neva blinked, usually she wouldn’t turn down such a mission, but today wasn’t a usual day.

“ Sorry, I can’t. I have the day off.” She shrugged and watched the surprise flash across her friends' faces.

“ T-The day off? You never have the day off!” Klaus said in disbelief. He wasn’t wrong, Neva never wanted to take a day off, she loved her job and always wanted a chance to prove herself to everyone. But not today, today she just wanted some peace and quiet.

“ I know. But I just felt like it was time y’know?” She told them before pushing herself off the door frame, she walked past the threshold and closed it behind her. “ You guys go and take care of the bandits, and be careful alright?” She told them before walking past them and down the hall. There was a certain spot at the base where she liked to hang out on her birthday, and that's where she was headed.

Yuno and the others blinked as she walked away, why didn’t she want to go on a mission? Was she ill? Yuno had no clue, but it wasn’t like her. Maybe...she was going to meet someone? He shook his head, no, that wasn’t it. She would’ve mentioned it if she was dating someone, wouldn’t she? Even if she was seeing someone, why would he care?

“ Yuno,” Klaus called, suddenly pulling Yuno out of his thoughts. “ Has Neva told you anything? Like if she were sick or she had a prior engagement?” He asked as he crossed his arms, Yuno shrugged.

“ No. Why would she?” He asked a little confused, why would she tell him something but not the others?

“ Well, you two do hang out a lot more. I always see you talking in the halls, going around the capital, and even going on missions together. So I assumed she maybe would have mentioned something.” Klaus said with a shrug, Yuno frowned, they weren’t always together were they? I mean, there have been a few times that it was only the two of them, but it wasn’t anything like what Klaus was insinuating.

“ No, and we don’t hang out all the time. We just happen to always be going in similar directions is all.” Yuno told him, he noticed the disbelief in their eyes and he glared. “ Stop it. You’re trying to make it into something that it isn’t.” He muttered before walking away.

“ Uh-huh, so it’s all just a coincidence?” Mimosa teased in a hushed tone as she followed behind him.

“ One time is what I’d call a coincidence, multiple times though, usually means something.” Klaus muttered as he also followed behind them. Klaus and Mimosa began whispering amongst themselves, counting all the times they had seen the two talking, joking around, and training together. It was more than just mere coincidences.

They liked each other.

———-

As the three Golden Dawn members walked through the halls they noticed their captain, William Vangeance, walking out of his office. He turned to them with a slight frown on his face.

“ I thought you three had already left for your mission?” He asked in a somewhat confused tone, he had briefed them a few minutes ago so he assumed they would already be on their way to the bandits location by now.

“ We went to go get Neva and bring her with us, but she said she had the day off sir.” Mimosa explained, the Captain chuckled softly before nodding.

“ Of course she does, she always gets today off every year.” He told them, he watched as confusion spread across the others faces. His eyebrows raised in slight surprise. “ Oh, I guess she didn’t tell you. It’s her birthday today. I always give her today off, I assumed she would have told you three.” He added with a frown, to say he was completely surprised that she neglected to tell her friends would be a lie. As far as he knew he was the only one who knew her birthday was today.

“ It’s her birthday?!” All three exclaimed in surprise, they had absolutely no idea. She never mentioned it, not even once. She knew all of their birthdays, but not one of them knew hers. The Captain nodded.

“ Yes it is,” he chuckled softly. “ she probably forgot to mention it.” Yuno frowned slightly at the look in his captain's eyes, it was as though he knew that Neva hadn’t forgotten to mention it. But Yuno didn’t push him on it, he knew he would just give another excuse.

“ How about this; I’ll give your mission to Alecdora and a couple of others and you three can have the day off as well? I’m sure you’ll want to give Neva presents and maybe a cake.” Vangeance told them with a small smile, Yuno picked up on the tone. It wasn’t a question, it was an order. The three of them wouldn’t be going on that mission today.

“ Is that an order Captain?” Yuno asked, even though he already knew the answer. Vangeance nodded, his smile never leaving his face.

“ If that's the only way any of you will listen, then yes, it is.” Vangeance said before turning to walk away. ‘ Do try to make it fun and memorable for her, please. She deserves it.’ He thought with a small smile as he walked away, leaving the three Golden Dawn members alone.

Yuno, Mimosa, and Klaus just stared at him as he walked away. They were given the day off as well? Actually, they were ordered too. But the three of them didn’t really mind, as now they could plan something for Neva’s birthday.

“ Alright team, new plan!” Klaus announced with a clap of his hands, the others looked at him. “ Neva currently thinks we’re on our way to the bandits hideout, now that’ll give us a couple of hours to buy things and plan a party.So, who wants to be in charge of what?” He asked before crossing his arms.

“ Ooh I can get stuff to make her a birthday cake!” Mimosa said cheerfully, the others frowned.

“ Why don’t we just buy her a cake?” Yuno asked in a confused tone, he wondered if Mimosa even knew how to cook let alone bake. It would just be easier to buy one, he even knew where her favorite bakery was and could go get it.

“ Because it’ll mean more if we make it ourselves!” Mimosa argued as though it were the most obvious thing in the world. “ Hm, should we all buy her separate presents or all get one together?” Mimosa thought aloud as she put a hand under her chin. Klaus frowned in thought also.

“ Hm, I say we all agree on something. That way it’ll mean more and she’ll know we were all thinking of her.” Klaus decided, Yuno smirked a bit.

“ You’re only saying that because we don’t have time to go shopping on our own.” Yuno watched Klaus blush furiously as he pushed his glasses up his nose.

“ N-No, that’s not the only reason!” Klaus exclaimed before clearing his throat. “ Anyway, let’s go figure out somewhere we can plan more discreetly. Just in case Neva happens to see us.” Klaus added before walking away, Mimosa and Yuno followed.

——-

“ Ok, so we have all the stuff for a cake, and we have some decorations. Now all we need is a gift!” Mimosa said as she set all the ingredients to make a cake down on the table, they had asked to borrow the kitchen and mess hall for a short while and, luckily, they were given permission to do so. Yuno frowned as he looked over the ingredients, he noticed there was a key ingredient missing.

“ Where’s the cocoa powder?” He asked Mimosa, who turned to him with a confused frown.

“ Cocoa powder? I didn’t pick any up.” Mimosa said, looking very confused, Klaus did as well. Yuno sighed and shook his head before going over to the cabinets and looking through them.

“ Neva’s favorite cake is chocolate, especially if it has a strawberry filling in the middle. As far as icing goes she isn’t really picky, she’ll pretty much take anything as long as it isn’t too sweet. She also likes to have a little crunch so if we can find some vanilla cookies maybe we can put those around it, why are you two looking at me like that?” Yuno asked with a frown.

Mimosa and Klaus were just staring at him, wide eyes and raised eyebrows. Yuno didn’t really try to get to know anyone, much like Neva, so for him to know what her favorite cake was, is pretty surprising. Mimosa and Klaus shared a look which only confused Yuno further, it was as though he had confirmed something.

“ What?” He repeated, making the two snap to attention.

“ Oh it’s just surprising that you know what her favorite cake is, that's all!” Mimosa said with an embarrassed laugh.

“ Not really. She orders it a lot whenever she gets paid, she also likes to have a small cup of tea with it as well. I’ll have to look and see if we have any.” He muttered the last part to himself. Klaus and Mimosa blinked at him.

“ He even knows what she likes to drink?!” Klaus whispered and she nodded.

“ Apparently so! How can he not like her if he notices all those things?!” Mimosa whispered back, when suddenly Bell appeared next to them.

“ I wish Yuno paid attention to me like he does her! He’s always with her, always notices what she’s doing, he’s even drawn her!” She huffed causing the two Golden Dawn members to jump before looking at the young Wind Spirit.

“ Drawn?” They asked with a confused tilt of their heads, they didn’t know Yuno could draw. He never showed them any of his art nor did he even show an interest in it. Bell nodded before pulling out a big notepad, although they didn’t really know where she pulled it out from.

“ I went looking for this when I heard you all planning a surprise party and you needed a present. Maybe one of Yuno’s drawings would be good.” Bell suggested before handing it to Mimosa. She flipped it open, Klaus watching over her shoulder, and saw quite a few beautiful sketches of scenery, some of the buildings, one of Asta and the people at the church, and then one that surprised them.

It was of Neva, smiling in awe, with bright eyes full of wonder. Her hair in its normal braid falling over her shoulder, she was bent over staring at or into something and whatever it was made her very happy. This picture was the only one colored. The background was dark, with warm oranges and soft yellows gracing her face and the area she was in, she had a soft blush on her cheeks, and it looked like there were lanterns around. Mimosa frowned a bit, it looked like the lanterns you’d see at the Star Festival. Mimosa and Klaus both smiled softly, he did like her and this drawing proved it. This was how she looked to him, she was a warm, sweet, and beautiful person.

“ Wow, Yuno, this is beautiful! You should give this to Neva!” Mimosa said softly as she turned to him, he quickly walked over and snatched it out of her hands.

“ No.” He answered simply before tucking the notepad next to his grimoire. They weren’t supposed to see the drawings, especially not that one. That picture was special to him. It was the first time he ever truly saw Neva, the side of her she didn’t want anyone to see. As far as he knew she didn’t even know that he knew, and he wanted to keep it that way.

“ Why not? It's beautiful and I’m sure she’d-.” Klaus started before Yuno cut him off.

“ I said no.” Yuno snapped coldly, causing both Mimosa and Klaus to look surprised once again. He sighed before rubbing the back of his neck. “ I apologize. I shouldn’t have snapped.” He muttered before going back to looking for the tea.

“ It’s ok if you like her y’know,” Mimosa started gently. “ I mean, you can have a crush on her and still be friends if that's what you’re worried about! Or if you’re worried she doesn’t feel the same way all you can do is ask and find out!” Mimosa told him.

“ You need to start on the cake.” Yuno told them curtly, effectively changing the subject. Both Klaus and Mimosa exchanged another look before doing as they were told.

Yuno couldn’t figure out why Mimosa was trying to convince him what he was feeling was a crush, Neva was nothing more than a friend. Friends knew what their friends favorite cake was, how their eyes lit up anytime dessert was mentioned, how they went from a smirk to a smile whenever they really enjoyed something, how sweet her laugh was…he shook his head quickly to rid himself of these thoughts. He couldn’t have a crush on her; they were teammates, allies, and close friends. He didn’t want to ruin any of that. He also needed to focus on becoming the Wizard King, there was no time for silly things such as crushes.

——

Neva sighed as she watched the sun set from the tallest building at the Golden Dawn HQ. This was her favorite spot in the entire place, she could sit there all day and no one would bother her. Which was why she decided to spend her birthdays here, every year.

“ Took you long enough.” Neva teased as she heard someone walk over to her, she turned to her right and saw Vangeance standing there, a soft smile on his face.

“ I apologize, I was held up in a meeting.” He said as he sat next to her, this was their thing. Neva spent a majority of her birthday up here, by herself, but for an hour or two Vangeance would come and sit with her and talk.

“ Happy birthday by the way.” He added, causing her to shake her head.

“ Thanks, but I’m getting so old! Look, I’m getting wrinkles!” She said pointing to non existent wrinkles, Vangeance chuckled before shaking his head.

“ No you’re not, you’re still young and wrinkleless, so please stop worrying.” He told her, he usually brought a small cake for them to share, but Neva noticed it was absent. She wondered why, but decided she would keep it to herself for now.

“ So, may I ask why you decided not to tell the others today was your birthday?” He asked after they had sat in silence for a moment, he saw the surprise on her face and a tinge of pink appear on her cheeks.

“ It’s none of their business.” She muttered, pulling her knees up and hugging them.

“ You’re right, it is none of their business. But they’re your friends, so I’m sure they would have liked to know. I would’ve thought you’d at least tell Yuno about it.” Vangeance said and watched as her face became more pink at the mention of the young man, so it was true, she did have a crush on him.

“ He doesn’t need to know that.” She muttered looking away, she didn’t want to get too close to them, it would only hurt him and the others if they did. It would also hurt her.

“ It’s ok to tell people little things like that, I’m sure you know everyones birthdays here, so tell them yours. It’s a way for you to gain their trust. I understand you don’t want to tell them certain things and that’s ok. But, if you want to become Captain someday, you need to trust, and become trusted.” Vangeance told her softly and watched as she thought about his words. She needed to learn to trust others as she trusted him, he wasn’t going to be around forever, so he wanted to make sure she would have people to lean on in case that were to happen sooner rather than later.

“ I know that,” she grumbled before sighing and looking at him. “ I just...I just don’t want anyone to get hurt, or to feel hurt.” She muttered before setting her legs down and looking away from him.

“ I know that, but you can’t always control what happens. People will get hurt, even if you don’t want or intend for them too, that’s just life Neva.” He explained softly before a frown appeared on his face.

“ Why do you trust me so much?” He asked, he watched as surprise graced her face, she wasn’t expecting that question. Vangeance had a feeling he knew her answer, but he wanted to hear her reason. He watched her contemplate her answer for a good few minutes.

“ I…” she started before suddenly a loud boom and a cloud of black smoke appeared. They both stood up and rushed down the tower. Were they under attack?

——-

As Neva and Vangenace ran through the halls they noticed the smoke and the boom had come from the kitchen. Why would the enemy go for the kitchen? Neva walked through the doors, her grimoire out, and frowned at the sight.

Mimosa was standing there, surrounded by smoke, and she tried to clear it away while coughing. Klaus’s face was covered in dirt, actually, all of their faces were but his moreso, he pulled his glasses off to clean them and shook his head. While Yuno, well, he was just done and his face expressed that completely.

“ I told you we should’ve just bought her a cake.” Yuno told them deadpan, and both Mimosa and Klaus turned.

“ Who would’ve thought the oven would explode?!” Klaus shouted, Yuno’s face didn’t change at all.

“ I did. Because the three of us have no idea what we’re doing.” He was right, they didn’t know what to do at all. They were winging it and in the process almost burned down the entire Golden Dawn kitchen!

“ U-Um...what are you three doing?” Neva asked with a confused tilt of her head. Vangeance walked up beside her, looking slightly confused himself, he had assumed they would go buy her things. The three in question turned to look at her.

“ W-Well,” Mimosa started with a bashful laugh.

“ We were trying to bake a cake for your birthday.” Yuno finished, there wasn’t a point in lying to her. Neva blinked before looking around, the kitchen was a complete mess.

“ I thought you all were on a mission?” She asked with a frown and she crossed her arms.

“ The Captain gave us the day off, so we decided to try and make you a cake with the spare time we had.” Klaus explained, she turned to glare at Vangeance, who only shrugged in response and a small smile was on his face.

Neva shook her head before turning back to the others, she truly appreciated the effort, but she didn’t understand why they would go to such lengths for her. She didn’t do anything to deserve a party, hell she didn’t even tell them that today was her birthday! So why did they feel the need to go out of their way to surprise her? Looking around, seeing how much of a mess they had made, the black powder on their faces from when the oven had blown up, and the completely toasted cake that sat on the counter in front of them made Neva laugh, not the small soft ones she normally did, but a loud roaring laugh.

Yuno and the others frowned when she began to laugh, were the smoke fumes making her delirious? Yuno used his wind magic to get rid of most of the smoke, but he had to admit, hearing her laugh like that made his heart skip a beat. He liked her normal laugh, but this one? This laugh he loved. It was true laughter, the kind you didn’t hear very often, it made his heart flutter, caused butterflies in his stomach, and his face to turn a shade of pink. Yeah, maybe he did have a small crush on her. Neva walked over to them and a small smile was on her face as her laughter died.

“ You three are completely ridiculous, you should’ve just went and bought me a cake instead of going through this trouble.” She started but held up a hand as Mimosa went to speak. “ But, I really appreciate the thought. This has been the most fun I’ve had in a while, thank you.” She added softly before deciding to add one more thing. “ Don’t ever try and cook again.”

Vangeance watched the four with a small smile on his face, he hadn’t heard her laugh like that in a long time, and it made him very happy. He shook his head as he looked at the state of the kitchen.

He did want them to make her birthday memorable and they delivered.

——-

Sorry this isn’t very good, I’ve been having so many doubts about my OC and my OC fic that I’m super nervous about posting this haha 😅. but I hope you all enjoyed it! Thanks for reading and I hope you all have a good day 🥰~!

[victoria-daydreams]

Till Kingdom Come

Chapter Ten: The Black Belle of the West

AN: Welp, it’s 2021 and guess what? The world is still shitty, but hey, at least I feel slightly rejuvenated from my brief hiatus.

Word Count: 3.8k

Trigger Warnings: racism, dated language, period-era homophobia

Taglist: @nerds4life246​ @leahnicole1219​

Chapter Eleven: Green-eyed

Sabine's legs dangled from the wagon she sat on top of, her limbs swinging back and forth absentmindedly as she waited for everyone to finish their afternoon errands. Lowly, she read aloud the foreign words from the page of the book in front of her until a loud, metallic sound was slammed down next to her. Sabine flinched and almost lost her grip on the German language book that was comfortably resting in her hands. Her head whipped to the side to look at the offender who caused her such a fright, she was met with the sight of Bastien's face.

Well, the side of it at least.

"Christ Bastien!" she breathed. "You didn't have to slam that thing down so hard on the wagon," she informed, shaking her head.

There was no response. Matter of fact, Bastien hadn't spoken a word to her since last night after Hans had rode off from their home. It wasn't long after that Bastien would leave as well, riding furiously off into the night. Sabine implored him several times to tell her what was wrong and why was he so upset as he climbed onto his horse, but her pleas just fell on deaf ears. Hours would pass since Bastien's disappearance to who knows where, leaving Andy, Nicky, and Josef curious to know what transpired outside that made him leave in such a hurry.

And all eyes fell on her.

Words could not describe how awkward it was for Sabine to explain to her three friends the chain of events that led to the current set of circumstances. By the end of her narration, Andy's brow was raised, Nicky sipped from his cup to hide the small smile that threatened to break on his face, Josef grinned unashamed, and Sabine felt as though her ears were red hot. Time dragged on and on until they finally realized that Bastien would not be returning home anytime soon that night. They weren't really worried though, it's not like he could he die. He would find his way back home, eventually. But imagine their surprise as they rode into Graybrook this morning only to see the Frenchmen there as well.

Unsurprisingly, leaving the saloon.

"Good morning to you too," Sabine greeted dryly, watching him organize the goods he purchased. Once again, Bastien didn't his open mouth to speak, he was clearly determined to disregard her presence. "Is this what we're doing now?" she asked, but it was more of a rhetorical question.

Bastien eyes were down focused on his current task, his handsome features tainted with a dark mixture of misery and resentment. Sabine could see the fine beads of sweat gathered on his brow caught in the bright sunlight like crystals on his skin. The more he moved next to her, the more she was exposed to a strange scent that emanated from him. It smelled almost...sweet. Another whiff of the scent wafted in Sabine's direction causing a slight frown to form on her face. Leaning closer to him, Sabine sniffed his shirt, the fragrance clinging to the fabric.

The perfume was so strong that it made her slightly lightheaded.

"You smell like a brothel," Sabine commented, not meaning to sound as snippy as she did. "Had a late night at a house of ill repute?" she questioned, lifting her eyebrow.

Sabine in all her short years as an immortal, had avoided brothels, unless it was absolutely necessary. Make no mistake, she had nothing against the prostitutes that worked in them, because everyone has to make a living somehow, right? She just usually left those little escapades to Bastien and Andy while Nicky, Josef, and herself liked to unwind in saloons. In the past, Sabine was rather indifferent about Bastien's trips to such houses since...everyone needs to find a release somewhere. But never in a thousand years did she think she would find herself in this position.

Welling jealousy boiled inside of Sabine, she could hardly stand it.

"Why do you care?" Bastien snapped, finally looking over at her. "Don't you have your German suitor to worry about?" he asked mockingly.

Sabine snapped her book shut with one hand, "No, he left for Texas," she replied, her tone clipped.

"And so another lover of yours leaves," he mused, stacking another medium sized tin on top of the other. "I wouldn't worry too much if I were you," he continued. "You'll find another man to entertain you. You always do," he added, a sneer on his face.

"Excuse me?"

Bastien rubbed his hands together knocking the dust off them, "Maybe next time, you'll stumble across a Dutch man," he suggested, with a sardonic chuckle.

A frown formed onto Sabine's face, "I'm sorry, are you still a bit drunk?" she questioned, feeling her temper rise higher from Bastien contemptuous attitude towards her.

"It's like what Joe said right?" he reminded, hooking his thumbs in his suspenders. "You just have the ability to enamor European men," he went on. "Like how flies are attracted to honey," he ridiculed.

Sabine tossed her book down next to her, "So this is what's got you in a such a foul mood," she stated, letting out a breathy chuckle. "You're upset that Hans kissed me," she remarked, and Bastien's eyes narrowed. "No, 'upset' is not the right word. You're jealous Bastien," she corrected, pointing her finger at him.

"No more jealous than you were at the realization that I slept with a prostitute," he retorted.

Bastien's observation had caught Sabine off guard and stunned her into a momentary silence, unconsciously she leaned away from him. Had she been that obvious earlier? Regaining her composure, Sabine pushed herself off the wagon bed and hopped onto the ground, pulling herself to her full height.

"What would I have to be jealous of Bastien?" Sabine questioned, staring up at the man in front of her. "It's not like anything has happened between the two of us, right? she asked again, Bastien's Adam's apple bobbed and clenched his hand into a fist by his side.

"You know that's a lie," he gritted out.

"Is it?" Sabine countered, both of her brows raised. "The river? Your bedroom? It might as well not had happened since we never discussed it afterwards," she pointed out, folding her arms together.

He scoffed, "And your solution to that was to dally with Hans?" Bastien asked incredulously.

"I don't see why I shouldn't have," she responded, with a small shrug. "At least I knew what he wanted from me," she retorted. “He didn’t leave me in limbo,” she added spitefully, before walking off purposefully bumping into Bastien’s shoulder in the process.

Sabine didn’t know where she was going, she just knew that she needed to be far away from Bastien.

“Men,” she thought.

Stepping onto the platform of the saloon, she leaned against one of the beams supporting the roof of the porch, observing the passers-by that traveled through the town to take her mind off Bastien. A heavy set mustachioed Mexican entered in the general store, Chinese railroad workers passed through probably on their way to their job,

Sabine could see Sheriff Lane standing on the porch of his office, eying the new arrivals in town with suspicion, his hands resting on top of the guns in their holster. He was waiting for them to make the slightest wrong move so he would have a reason to toss them in a cell. Her attention shifted downwards when a little girl walked up to where she was and stood in front of her.

The girl stared up at her with big eyes, "Excuse me, Miss. But why are you dressed like a boy?" she asked innocently, with a strong southern drawl.

Sabine guessed that the girl couldn't be any older than seven.

"Well, I like to wear things that are comfortable," she explained simply, with a shrug. "Trust me, in a couple of years, you'll know why I'm not fond of corsets or whatever the latest fashion has in store for you," she responded.

The girl opened her mouth to respond, but she was cut off as her mother stormed over, grabbing her by the arm.

"Amy! How dare you disappear like that?!" she snapped, at her frightened daughter.

"It's all right, Miss. She was just asking me a question," Sabine interjected, trying to diffuse the situation.

Apparently, the woman hadn't even noticed her before Sabine spoke. Her eyes nearly bulged out of her eye sockets, as she seized her up. The woman looked at her with a look of disgust, as if Sabine's very existence was offensive to the woman. Which, it probably was in her mind since Sabine was black.

"Let's go!" The mother of the child ordered, making it clear that there was no room for any argument.

Hurriedly, she dragged her daughter away from her, "Bitch," Sabine muttered underneath her breath.

Just as Sabine was about to turn her attention elsewhere, Josef's figure emerged from behind a passing traveler. He strolled over to her with a grin on his face, joining her on the porch.

"Okay, what happened between you two?" he asked, briefly glancing towards Bastien who was tending to his horse. "Because he won't tell me anything,"

"Nothing," Sabine replied, now inspecting her nails.

"Bullshit," Josef retorted. "What happened between you and Book?" he asked, repeating himself.

"Nothing happened, I can assure you that Josef," her tone did not waver, it sounded slightly forced, but nonetheless she still sounded calm.

"Ah, yes! I guess that would explain Booker's moodiness and your snappiness," he replied sarcastically, and Sabine just cut her eyes in his direction. "Hey!" he exclaimed slightly, lifting his arms up in surrender. "I'm just reporting what I'm seeing," he reasoned. "Whatever transpired today, I think the both of you should just come clean with each other," he suggested simply, crossing his arms.

"Come clean?"

"Yes," Josef answered, nodding his head. "It's rather obvious that Booker is jealous that your German beau kissed you," he commented, turning his body to face her. "Anyone with half a brain can see that,” he joked, laughing a little.

Sabine stole a glance at the Frenchman, “You just have it all figured out don’t you?” she asked, her tone dripping with sarcasm.

"Yes, I do,” Josef answered proudly. “You yourself won't admit that you have feelings for Booker," he pointed out. Sabine opened her to speak, but found herself silenced by the mere arch of Josef's brow. "Do you deny my brilliant skills of observations?" he questioned, a knowing smirk on his lips.

A deep sigh parted Sabine’s lips and she turned her head to look at Josef.

"No,"

~~~x~~~

The air smelled sweet and savory, the winds were warm and pleasant and the singing of many filled the air as the Juneteenth festivities filled the evening sky. The sun had begun its descent behind the trees, making way for night to come. But the setting sun and eventual darkness didn't bother anyone for lanterns had already been lit for the night.

John wrote a letter and he laid it on the table No one can read'em like old John Read 'em let me go

In the center of Hickory a large circle had been formed by the residents, dancing and singing along to the old ring shout. Arm in arm, Sabine swung around with Bonnie, the two of them grinning happily as they recited the lyrics.

Now it's one by one And a two by two And a three by three And a four by four No one can read 'em like old John Read 'em let me go

They unlinked their arms and joined in on the rhythmic clapping that had begun, still circling each other.

Now John wrote a letter and he laid it on the table No one can read'em like old John Read 'em let me go

Now read 'em John (Read 'em) Read 'em John (Read 'em) Read 'em John (Read 'em) Read 'em let me go

As the last note of the song rang out cheers followed afterwards as well as plenty of applause. Bonnie hooked Sabine's arm with hers and led her away from the dancing, an absolute giddy expression on her face.

"Oh isn't this grand!" she exclaimed, smiling at Sabine.

"It certainly is Bonnie," Sabine answered, letting herself be guided to where the barrels of cider were.

The two young women were handed two tankards of the beverage and decided to rest by them, watching the party-goers as they drank. Sabine briefly listened to the embers of the bonfire pop and crackle to ash, the light ambiance of the lush woods surrounding the community. The sound was quickly drowned out by the band starting up another lively song amidst laughter and the clanking of tankards.

"Where are you're friends?" Bonnie asked curiously, straining her neck to find them in the crowd.

"I'm sure they're around here somewhere," Sabine responded, before sipping from her tankard. "Anne might of hit the sack already, she's been tired all day," she reckoned.

"What about Samuel?" she asked again, wiggling her eyebrows.

Sabine leaned away from her slightly, "Why are you doing that with your eyebrows?" Sabine questioned, scrunching her nose up.

"Come on Corinna!" Bonnie said, playfully exasperated. "Even a blind man could see that Samuel fancies you," she joked, as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.

Sabine rolled her eyes and shook her head before bringing her cup to her lips, first Josef and now Bonnie.

“Remember when you ordered a dress awhile back?” Bonnie recalled, a mischievous smile on her lips. “Samuel couldn’t keep his eyes off of you,” she remembered, giggling like a school.

“Oh, that was nothing,” she dismissed, waving her hand.

Sabine thought back to that day, when her package arrived she didn’t any intentions on trying it on immediately, but Bonnie had other plans and basically pushed her inside her own home to put the dress on. When Sabine stepped back outside, Bonnie was still there, but speaking with a newcomer. It was Bastien, reins in hand after just returning from a ride. And once he noticed Sabine’s presence, the sentence he was going to say to Bonnie died on his lips.

“Nothing?” Bonnie repeated in disbelief. “He was practically slack jawed,” she reminded, sticking her hand out.

For the rest of that day, it seemed as though every time Bastien spoke or even looked at her he a light dusting of pink would appear on his face or stumble over his words.

Sabine looked at the girl next to her, "Has your parents told you that no one likes a busybody?" she wondered, cocking her head slightly.

"Yes, but I just don't heed their word," she replied, shrugging her shoulders.

“Figures,”

“Hey, all I’m getting at is that it must be nice to have someone fancy you,” Bonnie remarked, lifting her arms up.

“Listen, we are done discussing my love life, alright?”

“Fine,” Bonnie huffed dramatically. "Back to the rest of your friends I guess,” she decided. “Those two other men, God, what are their names?" she asked, continuing her busybodying. "The lanky white man and the light skinned man," she described.

"Nathaniel and Joshua," Sabine said, supplying the names for her. "How much have you had to drink?" she joked, arching a curious brow.

"Not much!" Bonnie replied defensively. "Their names escaped me for a moment that's all," she explained. "Anyways, you never see one without the other, it's like they're joined to each other's side," she observed, her nose crinkling a little.

"Your point Bonnie,"

"I'm just saying that it's unnatural for two men to be that close," Bonnie clarified, shaking her shoulders in a faux shiver. "I wonder if they're inverts? Do you know?" she inquired, staring at Sabine. "Because that is abnormal, not to mention a sin," she stressed, making a disgusted noise.

Faintly, Sabine narrowed her eyes, "So is drinking alcohol and yet here you are," she retorted, plucking the tankard from the young girl's hand.

"Hey!"

"You have committed sinful behavior Bonnie," Sabine proclaimed. "I think you need to take a long, hard look in the mirror and think about what you've done," she lectured, shaking her head in disappointment.

"You're not serious?"

"Very," Sabine answered, smiling at her. "Go on Miss Holier Than Thou, it's time to think of all the sins you committed today," she demanded.

Rolling her eyes, Bonnie walked away from her with her arms folded, probably off to find kids within her age to engage in even more gossip. Just as Sabine placed down their tankards on top of a barrel, the slow beating of drum sounded followed by the slow draw of a fiddle.

"May I have this dance Miss?"

Sabine spun around to find the owner of the voice and stared up at a young man around her age.

"I would love to," she agreed, a small smile gracing her features.

The man gently grabbed Sabine's and led her back to the dance floor just castanets clacked in the air following the rhythm of the fiddle and drum. Her dance partner began to circle around her, trailing a hand along her shoulder before coming to stand in front of her. Taking the man's hand, the two of them began their dance. With each step they took his hand inched further and further down her back until it rested on the small of it.

Suddenly, Sabine felt herself being spun around and brought closer to his body, their bodies molding together with every step they took. She looked over the man's shoulder, spotting Bastien who looked positively livid. Sabine felt a chill run down her spine, slightly uncomfortable under the intensity of his stare.

Josef was next to him whispering god knows what, but whatever it was, Bastien's grip on his flask grew tighter as his other hand formed itself into a tight fist, to the point that his knuckles were white. A look of murderous rage was painted across his face directed at her dance partner. Not paying attention, the man brought her closer to him once more and Sabine accidentally stepped on his foot.

"Oh, I'm so sorry," Sabine apologized, her cheeks growing warm.

The man just laughed, "It's alright, the world's not gonna end over a toe being stepped on," he reassured, as he wound his arm around her waist.

Sabine let out a soft laugh, "You're right," she concured, following his actions and resumed their dancing.

The drummer kept the rhythm of the song going as the fiddler drew their bow across the strings of the instrument, the melody evoking tantalizing emotions. As the two of them slowly circled each other, Sabine began to wonder how far she could take Bastien's jealousy. It was clear that Josef was egging him on. She glanced over in the direction of the two men finding that Bastien's eyes already boring into her.

The man brought her close to him once more, tightening his hold on her and lowered his mouth to her ear, murmuring into it. What the man said, Sabine didn't have the faintest idea. She was too busy maintaining her gaze with Bastien, but she let a sly smirk grow on her face, hoping that he would misconstrue the action.

Sabine's dance partner took her hand and spun her around, making her dissolve into a fit of giggles. Suddenly, Sabine felt herself being pulled away from her partner and dragged away.

"Sorry, I think my friend has had too much to drink," a gruff voice stated.

It was Bastien's.

His strides were long and didn't give Sabine anytime to apologize to her dance partner who was probably reasonably upset and slightly bewildered at what just happened. Tripping over her feet a few times, she managed to keep up with Bastien's pace and began yanking her arm from his grip.

"Who the hell do you think you are?" she snapped, still being led away from the crowd. "What is the meaning of this?" she asked again, finally freeing her arm as they came to a stop at their home. "You can't just drag me awa-"

Before Sabine could realize what he was doing, Bastien had pulled her into his arms. Her lips parting in surprise and his mouth covered hers. Sabine was sure that she would die of shock at that moment. Her eyes were wide open and her body was stiff like it was made out of stone, but she didn't think Bastien noticed. He kept kissing her and slowly, very slowly, Sabine found herself relaxing into it.

His kiss was intoxicating.

Sabine knew if she hadn't been holding onto his arms she would melted into a puddle. How long this sweet kiss lasted, she couldn't say. It could have lasted five seconds, for five minutes, or even maybe five hours. Sabine had lost all track of time. But when their lips did detach from each other, Bastien hair was disheveled and her top was slightly askew. In the back of her mind, Sabine began to wonder how her arms ended up looped around his neck. Bastien's cheeks were flushed red, both of them a little breathless as they stared each other intently.

"Is this what you wanted?" he asked, his voice raspy with the same searing desire which had engulfed her.

A small smirk worked it's way on Sabine's lips, "That, and then some," she answered, still trying to catch her breath.

Letting out a half chuckle, Bastien gripped her waist and guided her backwards until she was pinned against the side of the house. He lowered his head once more, locking their lips in another heated kiss. The taste of bourbon lingering on his tongue. Sabine's fingers tangled themselves in his blond locks, while one of his hands traveled from her waist to grasping the flesh of her backside making her gasp. Moving from her lips, Bastien dropped his head down to her neck and pressed a kiss against it. His mouth trailing up and down her neck was going to be the undoing of her, not to mention his facial hair tickling her which added another level to her already heightened sensitivity.

Bastien rocked his hips against hers and Sabine released a breathy exhale, tugging on his hair.

"Wait, wait, wait," she breathed heavily, immediately he lifted his head from her neck.

"Have I done something wrong?"

"No, well, yes," Sabine answered, staring into his darkened pupils. "As pleasurable as this position is, I think the both of us would enjoy this moment more, behind closed doors," she explained, running a finger down his lips. "I would hate for us to be caught in such a compromising position," she added, in a suggestive tone and before she knew it, Sabine felt herself being lifted from the ground as if she weighed nothing.

With ease Bastien carried her to the front door, "Well, we wouldn't want that would we?" he questioned, a roguish smile on his face as Sabine wrapped her legs around him.

"No we wouldn't,"

Chapter Twelve: A Macabre Rite of Passage