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gusu-emilu · 4 years ago

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To Sit Outside Your Door

Ship: Jiang Cheng / Wen Ning

Rated M, Post-Canon, Established Relationship, Non-Explicit Sex, Feelings of Inadequacy, Demisexual Jiang Cheng

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The progress of Jiang Cheng and Wen Ning's relationship has been slow.

Too slow, Jiang Cheng is afraid.

Despite the time that has passed, everything still feels new. Jiang Cheng still feels uncertain of himself every time he sees Wen Ning, still struggles to believe that despite the mistakes he made in the past, Wen Ning actually...cares about him.

And although nearly everyone knows Wen Ning is living near in Lotus Pier and has been gifted his own personal garden, Jiang Cheng and Wen Ning have made no public display of their status. Jiang Cheng would feel less guilty about that if he could just manage to be more affectionate privately.

It seems like Wen Ning is always the one initiating, and it eats at him.

Wen Ning will slip into Jiang Cheng's quarters while he is standing at his bookshelf sifting through the titles, and Wen Ning will give him that look that means he's waiting for approval. So Jiang Cheng will blush and nod, and Wen Ning will wrap his arms around him, rest his head on Jiang Cheng's shoulder and smile smugly while Jiang Cheng tries and fails to continue sorting through his bookshelf.

On walks together at night, when they stop to look out at the lake and no one is around, Wen Ning will give another of those looks, and Jiang Cheng will let him intertwine their hands. Suddenly it'll be hard for him to start a new conversation, so Wen Ning will just mumble softly about what he's done during the day.

Even when they sleep together, it's always Wen Ning who comes to his room, always Wen Ning who asks, always Wen Ning who is the first to slide off a layer of clothing or lean over to kiss or huddle close for them to rest in each other's arms.

And despite all of Wen Ning's asking, spoken or unspoken, he seems to know not to ask to have sex.

After all, Jiang Cheng can barely initiate the small things. He just...freezes up. Gets nervous. Wen Ning must know not to push him.

But it's not like Jiang Cheng isn't trying. And he does get better at it eventually. The first time he is the one to suddenly lean in and kiss Wen Ning during a lull in the conversation, and Wen Ning is so surprised he can barely stammer out a response, Jiang Cheng swells with pride and warmth and, dang, maybe he's been missing out. He could get used to this. Normally it's Wen Ning making him speechless and then gently teasing him about it. It's...kind of nice to be on the other end. Not easier. But nice.

They progress a bit more, privately and publicly, and now sometimes when they go to the night market in the town near Lotus Pier, the villagers will see them with their shoulders touching, or see Wen Ning place his hand on Jiang Cheng's arm (one time it was the small of his back, and Jiang Cheng blushed so hard and shot him such a look of panic that Wen Ning had to hold in his laughter and decided not to try that in public again).

So, although it's going slow, Jiang Cheng thinks he's getting better at this whole...relationship thing. He still feels utterly inadequate, but maybe a bit less than before. And Wen Ning doesn't seem to mind the slow pace. In fact, he insists that he doesn't mind, says that he never expected to have a relationship like this because of what he is now (and then Jiang Cheng grumpily reminds Wen Ning that he is a who, not a what), so Wen Ning is already beyond satisfied with anything Jiang Cheng has to offer.

Of course, that doesn't stop the nagging voice of inadequacy.

In fact, Jiang Cheng is growing frustrated with himself recently. He's started having thoughts he hasn't had about anyone before. Urges, even. He is sure Wen Ning has them too, but Wen Ning has not asked to do anything more than sleep together half-naked, and Jiang Cheng is still not at the point where he can ask for even that much, despite wanting it every time anyway.

More days pass, and finally Jiang Cheng feels like he might be ready. He wants Wen Ning in a way that is more than just someone to talk to about sect politics and nephews and childhood stories, or someone to kiss in a boat on the lotus lake, or someone to curl up next to at night. For once, he will be the one to ask for a new step in the relationship.

He just needs to work up the courage.

Surprisingly, he gets it from the juniors, of all people.

It happens on a night hunt when he overhears one of their conversations. Jin Ling is absent, as he has some clan business to deal with, and Wen Ning is off visiting Wei Wuxian and Lan Wangji, so Jiang Cheng is left by himself to watch over the remaining three juniors. (After all, Lan Sizhui is now just as much Jiang Cheng's kid as Jin Ling is, although Jiang Cheng would never admit that beyond a few words.)

From what he overhears, apparently Lan Jingyi has a girl he is interested in and is looking for relationship advice. Why he is asking about something so frivolous on a night hunt, Jiang Cheng has no idea, but the hunt has been boring enough that he lets it slide. Besides, he's not supposed to be hearing this anyway.

Ouyang Zizhen immediately goes into romantic mode (he read a poem about this exact situation!) and tells Lan Jingyi that he should find out what the girl likes and ask her on a date full of things that will make her happy.

"But what if I get it wrong?" Lan Jingyi complains. "It's all just guesswork!"

"If she returns your feelings," Lan Sizhui tells him, "she'll appreciate your effort, no matter whether the date is perfect or not. If the relationship is meant to happen, it will be you she truly cares about, not what happens on the date. She would be happy that you've decided to come forward with your feelings."

Upon hearing that, Jiang Cheng just...sinks farther into the underbrush and tucks the words away for later, furiously denying to himself that he is taking advice from children.

The next day, Jiang Cheng finds some time in between his work to do a bit of...ahem...research. This isn't something he's thought about before. But if he is going to do this, then goddammit he's going to do it well. By the time he's finished his surreptitious research session, his palms are a bit sweaty and his face is a bit pink, but he might have a handle on how this is all supposed to go.

Then he sees Wen Ning carrying cargo for a villager and looking incredibly sexy while doing it (he's just carrying crates, why does he look like that?), and Jiang Cheng is sent hurtling back to square one.

Didn't Wen Ning used to be awkward and nervous when he was younger? Why does he always seem so steady and sure of himself?

Jiang Cheng decides to focus on what he knows he can do right. He knows which stories from his childhood make Wen Ning laugh (he's an awful storyteller—they always come out stilted and unembellished, but for some reason Wen Ning likes them), he knows which candles Wen Ning thinks are pretty (those stupid ones shaped like flowers), he knows which of his night robes Wen Ning thinks look best (he wishes he didn't, but Wen Ning is a bit too bold about sharing the little things he enjoys and it drives him insane).

He also knows that he can catch Wen Ning at sunset in his garden where he usually checks on the plants before going inside, and that if he follows Wen Ning to his quarters and hesitates in the hallway before letting him close the door...he will definitely come to Jiang Cheng's room later that night.

So Jiang Cheng gets all of those things ready.

And sure enough, Wen Ning shows up at his room. A bit earlier than usual.

What Jiang Cheng doesn't know is how to stop his nerves from jumping at every movement, but Wen Ning is nothing if not a calming presence (when he wants to be), so it's...okay. So far.

Wen Ning is in the middle of telling an animated story about a ghost sighting during his visit with Wei Wuxian, and there is one part that is apparently so important that Wen Ning needs to stand up and act it out. He's in the center of Jiang Cheng's room, smiling and making stiff, oversized gestures, and it's such a bizarre combination of endearing and awkward and attractive that Jiang Cheng can't focus on the story anymore.

Suddenly Jiang Cheng realizes that he's on his feet. Wen Ning stops and blinks at him questioningly.

And Jiang Cheng just...stands there. Staring at Wen Ning. Heart racing. He looks like an idiot, he's sure of it.

By some grace of the gods, Wen Ning doesn't seem to find it weird. Instead he steps forward and wraps his arms around Jiang Cheng and gives him a kiss that is much too short. "You interrupted me," Wen Ning says.

"...I know that." Wen Ning gives him a smirk that is just barely teasing, and it ignites something inside Jiang Cheng. "Got a problem with it?"

Wen Ning grips him tighter. "I do." He gives one of those looks, waiting for approval, and once he finds it he kisses Jiang Cheng again. This kiss is much longer, soon becomes much rougher. Jiang Cheng matches it, and suddenly everything feels a lot easier. This is like he has something to fight. He knows how to fight.

They kiss until Jiang Cheng is short of breath—which isn't fair, because Wen Ning never gets short of breath—and soon they wind up on the bed, Jiang Cheng on his back and Wen Ning straddling him.

Once Wen Ning pulls away and looks down, his hair slightly messy and falling onto Jiang Cheng's chest, where his hands are now wandering and sending shivers through Jiang Cheng's body, suddenly everything feels a lot more difficult again.

The farthest they usually go after this is to take off some of their robes and kiss longer and eventually settle down to cuddle.

How can he ask for more?

Can he even give more?

Wen Ning leans down and kisses him again, this time soft and slow and gentle, like he has a secret he is passing through Jiang Cheng's lips. When he pulls away, his expression becomes hazy, as if he is lost. His eyes focus on Jiang Cheng's lips.

He cups the side of Jiang Cheng's face, the pressure from his fingers unsettlingly light, sending a tingle all the way down Jiang Cheng's neck. Slowly, he traces his thumb over Jiang Cheng's lips.

By the time he lifts his thumb, Jiang Cheng wants to melt into the mattress and disappear. Or maybe jump up and run away.

Actually, he wants Wen Ning to do it again.

And Wen Ning does, gently brushing his lips a second time. Heat surges through Jiang Cheng, and he catches Wen Ning's thumb between his teeth.

Wen Ning's eyes widen. He freezes.

This is—this is—holy shit why did he do this Wen Ning's fucking thumb is in his mouth—

In a split second, Jiang Cheng's mind functions enough for him to realize he has two choices: let go, or do something more. It does not seem like he is going to be able to rely on Wen Ning to take the next step this time, because Wen Ning actually looks broken. He's staring down at Jiang Cheng with a mixture of terror and amazement, his lips twitching, his free hand pressing firmer into Jiang Cheng's chest, his fingers starting to dig into Jiang Cheng's robes.

A voice at the back of Jiang Cheng's mind tells him that this next move might very well get him killed—if not by Wen Ning, then definitely by his own heart malfunctioning—but he can't stop himself. He runs his tongue over the pad of Wen Ning's thumb.

A short gasp escapes Wen Ning. "Don't do that," he whispers.

Maybe the months of Wen Ning's gentle teasing has finally gotten to Jiang Cheng, or maybe he has a death wish, or maybe he is just possessed, but he runs his tongue over a longer path this time.

Wen Ning jerks his hand away. Jiang Cheng's heart is pounding. This feels like the calm before the storm, as Wen Ning glances back and forth between his hand and Jiang Cheng, his expression beginning to harden.

"I said not to do that." Wen Ning's voice is shaking.

Jiang Cheng swallows.

A sharp jolt as Jiang Cheng's back is shoved deeper into the mattress. Wen Ning has him pinned by the shoulders. "Tell me to stop."

Jiang Cheng bites his lower lip in as he stares up at Wen Ning, their gazes locked. There is a hunger in Wen Ning's eyes he has never seen before. He doesn't know if he is enough to satisfy it.

"Tell me to stop now."

"I'll decide when you stop," Jiang Cheng says through his teeth.

Wen Ning's eyes round, and suddenly his expression softens, the pressure on Jiang Cheng's shoulders lightened. "You...you will?"

Jiang Cheng's gut sinks. This is the part he didn't want to get to.

A strained tension returns to Wen Ning's face as he grips Jiang Cheng's shoulders tighter. "Then...then ask me start."

"Do I look like a beggar to you?" Jiang Cheng's nerves are at the point of snapping, adrenaline coursing through him. He would rather try to strangle Wen Ning than ask for this.

Wen Ning leans farther over him. His voice is stern. "If you don't tell me to start, I won't do anything."

Jiang Cheng was already hard before this point. Now his cock is throbbing. His breath is heavy. "Fuck you."

The curtain of silky black hair slowly falls on Jiang Cheng's chest and neck as Wen Ning lowers, drawing close to the side of Jiang Cheng's face. His lips just barely brush in front of Jiang Cheng's ear, softly stroking his cheek as if Wen Ning is mouthing words, but no sound comes out.

Finally, his voice a tangled breath, he whispers into Jiang Cheng's skin, "What does that mean?"

There is no way out. No alternative. He knows how stubborn Wen Ning can be.

He shuts his eyes tight. "...Fuck me."

With a sudden force, Wen Ning grabs Jiang Cheng's wrists and pins them to the bed, then buries his face in Jiang Cheng's neck, scrapes his teeth all the way down to his collarbone. Climbs back up to Jiang Cheng's lips and kisses him while fumbling with his robes, beginning to open them.

They've barely started, and Jiang Cheng is already overwhelmed, each touch sending a rush through him. Wen Ning seems to want to do everything at the same time, and Jiang Cheng feels a pang of guilt as he wonders how long Wen Ning waited for this.

That thought is wiped away when Wen Ning lifts up from Jiang Cheng and begins carefully untying his robes, glancing into Jiang Cheng's eyes once in a while as if to check that he can continue. Meanwhile Jiang Cheng does his best to avoid Wen Ning's eyes.

Once Jiang Cheng is fully naked, his already-obvious erection plain to see, while Wen Ning is still clothed, he realizes that this really was a death wish. His entire body is burning.

Wen Ning strokes his cheek, trails his hand all the way down his torso, comes to a pause. "I'll be right back." He hesitates, then gets up from the bed and disappears.

The wait is agonizing. If Jiang Cheng's body was on fire before, now he feels like he is slowly freezing into ice as he lies on his back, alone, mind racing.

When Wen Ning returns, there is a small bottle in his hand, and his robes are...gone.

Well, fuck.

It's not like Jiang Cheng hasn't seen Wen Ning shirtless before. He has.

But now he can see how the black veins stretch over his lower abdominals, over his hips, like dark trails begging Jiang Cheng to dig his fingers into them, and he can see how Wen Ning is bigger than he expected...

The rest goes surprisingly smoothly. Wen Ning tells Jiang Cheng exactly what to do (which sends Jiang Cheng's thoughts wild with the implication that Wen Ning might have experience?), and Jiang Cheng manages some garbled noise of assent at each step.

The one problem is that they're facing each other, and Jiang Cheng doesn't know if he can handle being this seen for much longer.

"You feel so good," Wen Ning murmurs.

Jiang Cheng's breath gets stuck in his throat, and he makes a noise that definitely does not sound like a sect leader.

Wen Ning runs his hands along Jiang Cheng's sides, his chest, his hips. There is a deepness in his eyes, and Jiang Cheng feels like he is being pulled into it. "I...I like how you feel."

He sounds so sincere that it sends a rush of warmth from Jiang Cheng's face to his fingertips to his cock and nearly sends him over the edge.

He instantly flushes with embarrassment. He can't come already, they've barely even started—

Wen Ning slows his movements, almost pausing, and opens his mouth as if he is going to say something else.

"Shut up," Jiang Cheng snaps.

"You're—"

"Shut up."

"You're so perfect—"

Jiang Cheng's cock throbs. His face is on fire. "Shut up and get on with it!"

Wen Ning does not get on with it. Instead, he just stares at Jiang Cheng, the corners of his lips turning up into a smirk.

"Don't fucking smile at me!" Wen Ning's smirk grows wider, a mischievous glint in his eyes. Jiang Cheng can't take it. He hides his face in his hands. "Goddammit, Wen Ning!"

He feels Wen Ning dotting kisses over his stomach. He presses his hands harder against his face and shuts his eyes tight.

The rest is...fucking good. Sometimes Wen Ning says a few more things that make him want to go hide at the bottom of the lake, but thankfully he only uses them sparingly, and at last both of them are spent.

They lie on their sides facing each other, long-held tension released from Jiang Cheng's muscles and his eyes beginning to close with the lingering weight of release. Wen Ning tucks a strand of hair behind Jiang Cheng's ear. "I like seeing you this way, when you're tired. Relaxed."

"Stop looking at me."

A soft laugh. "Okay." He scooches closer and places his hand behind Jiang Cheng's head, gently guiding him forward to curl up in Wen Ning's arms.

"...That was...nice."

"I think so too." Wen Ning hugs him tighter. "I'm glad we could share this."

Jiang Cheng melts farther into his embrace and closes his eyes.

"You know...I'm happy whether we do this or not."

Jiang Cheng pulls away to meet his eyes.

"Really." Wen Ning's gaze is gentle. "Even if we never did, I'd still be happy."

A smile tugs at Jiang Cheng's lips. He buries his face in Wen Ning's chest to hide it. "We...could do it again. Maybe. Sometime."

"Only if you want to," Wen Ning says softly. "Just holding you is more than enough already."

He pulls Wen Ning closer.

Enough.

He might not feel this way tomorrow, but right now...he might believe it.

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themadauthorshatter · 4 years ago

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SOOOOOOO, I have seen a lot of Henry Stickmin AU'S, and while this one already exists, I feel like it doesn't get enough love, damn it!

While I'm a fan of Toppat!Henry, I propose to you all MY take on TOPPAT!CHARLES! (Even though I made headcanons for Insane!Charles a while back😅) I will also be following the headcanon that Henry is a selective mute and signs more than he talks, though I will add that he makes sounds when he needs to communicate with someone who can't sign, sounds like "Tss! Tss!" or similar hisses, shushing, clicking, coughing, and other sounds of the nature.

I'll be adding some dialogue here and there to add more to the scenes and to put more context into the story.

With that out of the way,

THE STORY:

For context, this would take place if Triple Threat became a thing before the Toppat clan went into orbit. Reginald Copperbottom would be arrested, the airship taken down, and Right Hand Man fixed up with his cybernetics with either Sven or Burt as his second in command.

With guidance from Charles outside, Henry and Ellie try to kill two birds with one stone: stop the launch and arrest the clan.

It goes well in the beginning, until Henry and Ellie run past a window and give a signal that they're okay right as two toppats sneak up behind them.

"Guys, watch out! There's-"

Before he can warn them, he's either shot down or pulled down by Right, Henry and Ellie being apprehended and fighting the two toppats as they watch the helicopter falls to the ground. Ellie is surprised and terrified, but Henry has a stronger reaction, falling to shocked silence before being more desperate to fight off the toppats.

"Henry! HENRY! SNAP OUT OF IT!"

Though they knock out both toppats, cracking one of the windows in the the process, Henry continues to punch the one that jumped him, only stopping when Ellie pulls him off and tells him that Charles might still be alive, due to the static and talking through the ear pieces, and that they might be able to still at least arrest the Right Hand Man.

Henry gestures for her to stop the rocket before taking one of the toppat's weapons to break the window and runs off to find Charles, which is easy to do since there's a smoke column from the crash.

Jump to Charles, a few minutes back in time to around the same time Ellie and Henry are fighting off the toppats.

Despite being a little disoriented from crashing, Charles gets out of the helicopter and tries to call for Henry and Ellie on his head set, only to feel the barrel of a gun against the back of his head.

"I wouldn't do that, if I was you, kid."

Charles holds up his hands before curb stomping his foot- or trying to- and whhels around to punch him.

Right catches his hand mid swing and throws him on his back to the ground, similar to how Right threw Henry in the Free Man ending of CtM, and makes Charles even more disoriented.

Right gets cocky and gloats, which, honestly, I don't blame him for because he just plucked a helicopter from the sky.

"You're a brave one, kid. C'mon. Let's see whatcher' made of."

Charles rolls to his stomach and tries to get up, but this is a diversion to try to hide that he's trying to call for backup, more specifically Henry because he heard the "conversation" between Ellie and Henry, though he'll take any help he can get. (Note here, I do not know how military personnel ask for help, so bear with me)

"R-Requesting back... backup. Man... Man down. I'm injured. Send. HELP."

Right notices him staying on his hands and knees and taking a little too long, and realizes what he's doing.

"You sneaky little RAT!"

Right kicks Charles in the face and throws his headphones away before stomping on his back.

Jump back to Henry, who has been running before he finds a jeep or motorcycle and drives that to fund Charles, having heard his call for backup before Right destroyed his headphones.

He also hears from Galeforce, who informs him that Ellie has been critically injured trying to stop the launch, having taken a bullet to the rib (as in the bullet itself is lodged IN her rib, a very lucky shot that could have killed her), and, due to the increase in casualties and people getting injured, he is calling for a retreat as the mission has failed.

With a hoarse, frustrated cry, Henry flings out the ear piece and speeds up whatever vehicle he's driving. At this point, he's about to break because the mission was going well, but it's crashed and burned, so his thought process here is, 'I failed the mission, but I won't fail Charles.'

Back to Charles, who is trying to fight off Right, but is severely outmatched due to having no augmentations, having been crashed in a helicopter, and having several injuries. Whatever hit he throws, Right blocks it and pushes him back. He then gets a call from Burt, or anyone on the intercom system, and Charles overhears.

"Hey, chief? We're about to launch soon. What's taking you so long?"

"Don't worry about it," Right replies as he watches Charles barely cling to consciousness and try to get back up. "Just leave a hatch open for me as long as you can."

Tired, injured and determined to stop Right, at the very least, Charles screams as he rushes toward Right and throws his hardest punch into the human half of Right's face, actually throwing the cyborg off guard. Right catches him as he starts to fall again, Charles proud at the punch he threw, and picks him up by his hair.

"You've got some guts, I'll give you that, but not enough brains to go with it."

Charles only gives a grimace as he reaches behind him and pulls out the gun Right threatened to shoot him with.

"How's this for brains?" He asks with a smirk.

Before he can pull the trigger, Right slaps the gun away with his cybernetic hand and breaks Charles's wrist before smashing him into the ground and stomping on his head. He then stands and turns Charles onto his back with his foot, noting that he's a hair's length away from unconsciousness and, more importantly, that he's a part of the government, WITH HENRY.

Speak of the devil, Henry somewhat crashes the vehicle he's in and rushes over to Charles, only to see Right standing over him.

"DON'T YOU DARE!"

Henry pulls out a gun, but Right gives him a look that says, 'bitch, really?' before turning to look at the sky, the announcement from the rocket blaring, "Launch in t-minus 10 minutes."

"You remember Reg?" Right inquires. "The clan's last leader? The guy you arrested?"

Henry looks down at Charles, who smiles at him with bloody teeth and tears in his eyes.

Right puts his foot down on Charles's neck, pressing down only enough to cause irritation.

"I really liked Reg. Yeah, he was loud and annoying sometimes, but the guy knew what he was doing."

He looks over to see Henry turn his head in suspicion, noting his eyes darting between him and Charles as Right presses his foot down more.

"Better than the last leader, I mean. I cared about him. He knew how to take care of the clan. Got it back on its feet. And you took 'im away, even when he offered you the entire clan."

"Sh-shoot him, Henry!"

Right and Henry both look down to see Charles trying to push Right's shoe off his neck with his good hand, which causes the latter the run forward.

"Don't." Right's cybernetic hand transforms into a sword and he points it directly at Charles's forehead, snipping off a little bit of his hair.

Henry stops dead in his tracks and points the gun again, Right pressing his foot down harder and causing Charles to cough.

Henry shots, but misses because of that shield Right used in the bounty hunter ending, and, because he's stressed and his voice his heavily strained, lets out a, "TSS!"

Right eyes Charles and kneels down, putting mire weight on Charles and also increasing the chance that Henry misses him, with how close he is to his friend (we all know how bad of a shot Henry is). "Yeah. Reg wasn't exactly the smartest guy, either." He transforms the sword back into his hand and tousles Charles's hair as he kicks against the ground. "But at least he knew what mattered more."

Right then removes his shoe and grabs Charles's neck with his non-cybernetic hand and stands up, lifting Charles off the ground, the pilot hardly reacting as he dangles.

Henry lowers his gun slightly, which makes Right smiek at him, cybernetic arm turning back into a sword.

"Launch in t-minus 6 minutes."

"What means more to you, Henry?" Right asks as he tightens his grip on Charles ever so slightly. "The rocket's launching soon, I'm still a free man, and I've got your friend. What're you gonna do?"

Henry points his gun again, shaking, trying to keep a brave face, but with how downhill everything's gone the 'tough, quiet guy' mask drops as he looks from Right, to Charles, and then to the rocket before turning back to Right.

Charles tilts his head to his friend, extremely out of it from the crash, getting the snot kicked out of him, and the amount of pain he's in and adrenaline wearing off in his body. "Henry..."

Right tightens his grip more. "What'll it be, Henry?" He asks.

"Launch in t-minus 3 minutes."

"What'll it be?" Right asks once more. "It's me, the rocket, or your friend!"

Charles makes a very weak gesture to Henry, a finger gun pointing to Right. 'Do it. Shoot him.'

Henry's eyes reach Right, who glares at him as he raises his sword arm.

Again, Henry is a TERRIBLE shot and is hopeless as he sees his friend drift into unconsciousness, knows Ellie is injured because he left her alone, and essentially ruined the mission. With a that running through his mind, Henry's arms lower until he drops the gun, taking very shaky steps toward Right as he raises his trembling hands and does simple gestures for Right to speak to him: he points to Right, then to Charles, the cradles and hands and he crouches and points to the ground.

'Let Charles safely down.'

"Launch in 10... 9..."

"So that's how much he means to you."

"8... 7... 6..."

Henry repeats the gesture and claps his hands together, palms and fingers touching.

"5..."

Right's glare deepens. "You took Reg from me."

"4..."

Henry shakes his head and laces his fingers together as he throws himself forward.

"3..."

Right's feet because the mini rocket we see in different endings. "Hope you don't mind, Henry..."

"2..."

"I'll give him back when I'm done borrowing him for a bit!"

"1..."

Right shoots into the air as Henry runs to grab him, barely holding on for a few seconds begore slipping and falling back down.

Charles is thrown onto Right's shoulder anddimly watches as he's flown away from Henry, reaching out for him before finally losing consciousness.

Henry has been reaching back, but drops him arm when he see the two board the rocket.

"Charles..."

The rocket raises higher into the sky, even further from Henry's reach.

He staggers forward for a second before falling to his knees.

"CHAAAAAAAARRRRRRRLLLEESS!"

Henry breaks down as a squad comes his way, having taken so long because they were being attacked by toppats and most of the soldiers were either injured or killed in the crossfire.

They can't get an answer out of him, as all he can do is scream and cry, but are able to get two things out of his unintelligible wailing: "It was me." and "Charles."

It doesn't take long for Henry to pass out and be carried back to the base, the soldiers putting him in a bed next to Ellie.

YEP! This took me forever, but I feel like it's a pretty strong beginning.

What do you guys think? Is this too much or should I keep going with this?

Either way, I hope you enjoyed and

HAPPY HALLOWEEN 🎃💀👻

#henry stickmin #toppat!charles #angst tw #violence tw #completing the mission spoilers #implied Copperright #stickvin

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ms-rampage · 4 years ago

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Eden's Gate: Left Behind Chapter 3 - First Encounter

Warnings: Does sorta cutesy stuff count?

Word count: 2k

Once again John is out of character 😂😂, a certain Pepper girl is introduced, Kate has a few minor Sam Winchester moments and talks with a K9. Like I said in the other chapters, I added the University, and the Diner/Cafe for this series because #HeacanonShit.

Alissa (FC: Rhea Ripley)

Morgan (FC: Kathryn Newton)

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For the past few days John watched over Kate, and got very little to no information about her.

She must be a very private person.

"Where is she from?".

"What's her first name? Middle name?"

"What's her birthday?"

"What are her hobbies?"

"Does she like planes?".

He was basically driving himself insane trying to get anything on her.

He knows Joseph is right, but what if he isn’t?. What if she doesn’t like him?.

What if she doesn’t like men? Is she a sinner? A nonbeliever?.

He didn’t even have the damn courage to approach her, and when he did, he kept getting interrupted by his men. They always called for him at a bad time, that's all they’re good for, bad timing.

Tapping the keys on his keyboard, he finds more information about her.

"There you are" he says, sighing in relief. Clicking on the link with a photo of her.

Katella Evyanna Winchester

Born in Phoenix, Arizona

Lived in Jackson, Wyoming

DOB: August 5 1998 age 19

Father: Deceased

Mother: Unknown

Sibling: Jackson, Wyoming.

School: Hope County University, former Jackson University

Works: University Cafè & Diner.

"Interesting bio Katella" he says with a smile on his face.

He has her full name, where she works, goes to school, her home address and a little bit of information about her family.

He wants to meet her face to face, and hopefully no one interrupts him.

He doesn't understand why, but he wants to be with her.

She has potential to be, if it ever came to that point his wife, and maybe the mother to his future children. When they march to Eden's Gate.

He wants to know more about her "What does she like?".

She has a dog, so he knows she likes dogs, and she has a classic car so she probably likes older cars than newer cars.

"She works at the diner at the University. Maybe I can go see her?" he says to himself, unsure.

He gets up, goes to his car and drives to the cafè diner.

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Kate’s working, it's her first day on the job.

She has an hour and 10 minutes until she’s off.

The rush is not bad, it's pretty steady especially for a Thursday.

It's her, her friends Morgan, and Alissa, and their supervisor Holly working.

Morgan and Kate are clearing off the tables, collecting their tips, Alissa is taking a customer's order, Holly is working the counter, cleaning, and making coffee even though it's after 3:30pm. Kate was suppose to start at 4pm until 10pm but she was able to start her training early, and get off early, 11am until 5pm.

About 10 minutes later, John pulls into the parking lot outside the diner. He sees the black Monte Carlo.

"Alright so she's working today" he says to himself.

He parks his car, gets out and walks towards the building.

He takes a glance into the window, and sees Kate cleaning up tables, his stomach starts to feel weird, and he might feel a little too excited to see her.

As he's about to open the door, he sees Holly at the counter, "Shit" he mutters to himself. The feeling in his stomach goes away the second he sees Holly.

The last person he never wants to see is her, they had a few nights together in the past, and that was several months ago.

"Maybe she won't recognize me" he whispers to himself. Walking inside.

Oh boy was he wrong. John felt like the stupidest person in the county. Holly looks up, and immediately recognizes him. He tries to play off cool, and he ends up awkwardly walking to a table towards the back of the diner.

"I'll be right with you sir" Kate says to him, as she takes a bin of dishes into the kitchen.

A smile forms on his face just by hearing the sound of her voice. It's very soft, and calming, almost like lavender. The feeling in his stomach comes back.

She comes back out from the kitchen a minute later, and walks towards John's table with a notepad and pencil in hand.

But she unfortunately gets cut off by Holly, pushing her back a little.

"It's okay sweetheart I got this" she says to Kate in a bitchy tone. Kate gives Holly, her classic (Sam Winchester) bitch face, and walks back to the counter towards Morgan.

"So get this, Holly took my customer" Kate whispers to her. She snickers "Typical Holly" Morgan whispers back.

"Thought I never see you again John'' Holly says to him in a sarcastic tone.

He shrugs, trying to play it cool, and says "Well I just stopped by to see someone".

She gives him a hopeful but flirty look, and asks "Anyone in particular?".

He smirks, crossing his arms and says.

"Someone new, and slightly younger".

Her expression changes from hopeful to annoyed.

"What can I get you?" she asks.

"A large coffee with 2 shots of scotch" he says jokingly.

"And maybe the cute brunette waitress in the flannel" he adds, looking over at her.

Kate almost drops a plate with a customer's food onto their lap. She can feel her face turning red after he says this. She looks back at him, and he winks at her.

Holly rolls her eyes in annoyance, and gives him a dirty look.

Morgan and Alissa overhear him, and they both let out a soft laugh. Holly looks back at them, while they walk towards the kitchen trying to hold back their laughter. John stares at Kate as she walks behind the counter.

"Same ol' John Seed" she says, her hands on her hips.

Nodding his head "Yep, same ol' me" with a smirk.

"Just a coffee" he adds.

"Alright then" she says, walking to the counter.

Kate comes out from behind the counter, and gives a customer their check.

John looks up, and down at her, "she's got a cute ass" he thinks to himself.

He can feel himself starting to get hard. He wishes he didn’t feel this way, but he’ll take her over Holly anyday. If only she moved to Hope County a lot sooner, so he wouldn’t have to deal with Holly.

She comes back with his order, and sees him eyeballing Kate.

She scoffs "Someone new and younger huh? You haven't changed a bit have you?".

He just shrugs while opening a pack of coffee cream.

"Not really" he answers, with a cocky smug smile.

Annoyed, Holly walks into the kitchen.

He pours the cream, and sugar into his coffee, not realizing Kate is looking at him.

His heart particularly skips a beat when she speaks to him.

"I like your tattoos" she says motioning to the tattoos on his hands, and arms.

He looks up at her and smiles "Thanks".

She sees the small lawyer scale tattoo he has on his hand, and asks.

"Are you a lawyer?".

"Yeah I am" he answers, looking down at it.

"Never seen a lawyer with a lot of tattoos before” she jokes. That puts a smile on his face.

“Where did you go to school?" she adds.

His mind goes blank for a moment, and says.

"I went to Emory Law in Atlanta".

Kate stares at him for a few seconds, but to him it felt like hours, and he loves it.

He loves to have her attention. He could’ve really used it growing up.

"You look very familiar. Normally, I'm terrible at remembering faces but yours just looks really familiar" she tells him.

He half smirks, and says "I saw you the other day. You walked past the church".

They say "walked past the church" at the same time.

They both smile at each other.

Holly clears her throat in annoyance.

Putting an end to their conversation, she tells her.

"Kate, can you go get some more ground coffee from the walk in".

"Yeah sure" she says, already detecting the jealousy in her voice.

Walking into the kitchen.

Holly approaches him, placing her hand flat on the table.

"I know what you're doing" she tells him, in a slightly threatening tone.

"Do you though?" he asks, tilting his head.

"Yeah I do. You're flirting with the younger waitress to make me jealous".

He scoffs with a hint of laughter, and says "Oh Holly, you haven't changed, have you?".

She gives him an angry look, and says with attitude.

"Don't waste your time on her. She's a bookworm. Only cares about her school work, grades and all that shit. She probably doesn't have anything interesting to do in her life".

And Holly is very far from being right, like several thousand miles from being right. Kate’s life is a lot more interesting then she thought it would be.

He looks at her, lets out a short laugh, and says.

"She sounds like she's my type. I mean have you seen her car?."

He leans forward, and whispers “She’s wife material”.

Kate comes back out with the coffee, and fills up the machine.

Alissa comes out from the kitchen, and walks over to her, asks.

"What time are you off?"

She looks at the clock on her phone, and says.

"In 25 minutes". John overhears this, he finishes off his coffee. Pays the check, and says sarcastically.

"Great seeing you again Hol".

He winks at Kate one last time before he leaves, causing her to smile again.

Alissa whispers to Kate. "I think he likes yooouu".

Morgan comes out from the kitchen, and whispers in her other ear. "I'm sure he wants to fuck yooouu" while hitting her ass.

The 3 of them laugh about it, and Kate finishes the last 25 minutes of her shift.

When the next waitress clocks in.

She clocks out, gathers all her stuff, and leaves to her car.

As she’s putting her stuff in the passenger side.

She hears a familiar voice say,

"That's a nice car you got there". She turns around, and sees John.

"Thanks" she says smiling.

"Is it yours?" he asks.

"Sorta. It was my grandfathers, then he gave it to my uncle, and he gave it to me" she answers.

He nods his head. "I have my car, and my plane" he says, trying not to brag but he’s actually bragging.

Kate, who is actually impressed, asks "You fly?".

"Yeah, I love my plane. Do you like planes?".

Not knowing what to say, she was honest.

"I’ve never been on a plane before. But I’m pretty sure I would enjoy it" she says.

"I can take you out for a fly someday" he offers, hoping she says “Yes”.

She smiles, seeing his little game, and asks “Is this your way of asking me out?".

He smiles, asks “Is it working?”. His eyebrows cocked.

She looks away, smiling and looks back at him, saying “It is actually”.

“Well I guess, we have a date then. How’s Saturday?” a charming smile. Those baby blue eyes piercing through her. Making her insides shake, bursting with butterflies. She’s surprised a handsome man like him is showing signs of affection towards her. She’s not letting this opportunity slip pass her.

“That sounds great, I’m off at 5 on Saturday” she replies, with a smile. “Well I gotta get going, it was nice meeting you. John, right?”

He nods his head, says with a hint of lust in his voice.

"It was a pleasure meeting you too Kate".

She detects the lust in his voice, but ignores it, she’s way too excited that someone showed that kind of attention towards her.

They go their vehicles, and drive their separate ways.

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That night Kate is working on her Psychology homework, trying her best to stay focused.

Even though it's still the first week of that semester, she can’t fall behind.

John keeps coming to mind, throwing her off her work. Distracting her.

She sighs loudly, leaning back in her seat, yawning out loud and stretching her arms out.

“Oh boy” she says, sighing.

Haley looks up at her owner with a head tilt.

“I got asked out today Hale. Ain’t that a bitch” she says to her dog, as if she were human.

She lets out a bark, “Yeah, I know it's crazy huh?. The dude is a lawyer!!”.

She continues “So get this, he wants to take me for a ride in his plane”.

A pitchy whine comes from her along with another head tilt. She lets out a yelp, and sits on the floor next to her.

She scratches behind her ear.

“Yeah, I know. I told him that I’ve never been on a plane before, I panicked. I wasn’t gonna tell him that my sister and I exorcised a demon from one of the pilots. But I’m sure it’ll be fine, Paige won’t she’d have a heart attack and probably shit herself” she laughs at the last part.

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reidandwrite · 6 years ago

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Intercom (Spencer Reid)

Overview - In which the reader and the rest of the BAU ladies accidentally overhear a conversation that they were definitely not supposed to hear.

A/N: This was requested and I’m actually very proud of the way this turned out hehe I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it :-)

“No way that Chris Pratt is cuter than Chris Evans. Evans is the God of the Chris’s,” you shrug and pick up the coffee mug sitting on Garcia’s desk in front of you. Surprisingly, everyone seems to have finished their paperwork up for the day pretty early, so you, JJ, and Emily decided to spend their rest of the day in Penelope’s lair to have some much needed girl time.

“Chris Pratt is superior to every other Chris in Hollywood! Come on, JJ, you agree with me on this, right?” Penelope argues back and turns her head to the blonde sitting next to you.

“Actually, you’re both wrong; the only Chris even worth a double-take has to be Chris Hemsworth,” JJ laughs as she runs her fingers through her wavy blonde hair.

“Amen to that.” Emily walks back into the room from the bathroom and gives JJ a high-five.

“Okay, seriously, all 3 of you are insane. But that’s fine, I’ll be scheduling you all appointments with a bureau psychiatrist later this week,” you wink and take a sip of your coffee. The other ladies in the room laugh and shake their head as they follow your lead and take sips of their coffee as well.

“No, you know who is really hot,” Emily starts to say, “Ryan Gos-” she’s cut off from a loud beep going from Garcia’s office phone.

“Is that the intercom speaker on your office phone,” JJ asks, confused, as she sets her mug down and leans in closer to Penelope’s desk.

“Yeah,” Penelope looks at the extension number on the screen, “it seems our lovely Doctor Reid must have accidentally pressed the intercom button on his phone.”

“Pretty boy, you need to just go for it,” you hear Derek say through the speaker.

“Guys, this feels like an invasion of privacy. Maybe we should just hang-” you start.

“Shh!” All 3 of them simultaneously say to you and lean in closer to the phone sitting on Garcia’s desk.

“I don’t know, Morgan. What if she doesn’t like me back? I don’t handle rejection well, believe me, I’ve been rejected a lot,” Spencer’s hushed voice fills the room.

“But you’ll never know if you don’t try! Come on, I can give you a few tips,” you can hear the smirk in Derek’s voice as he says the word tips.

“Oh my GOSH! Spencer wants to ask out a girl! JJ, do you know who this mystery girl is?” Penelope’s head snaps towards JJ.

“No, if he’s crushing on a girl, he hasn’t told me about it, yet.” JJ gives a simple shrug and shake of the head.

“Sh, guys,” Emily quiets the two blondes down and points to the phone.

“No thank you, your tips are a little too... out there for me,” Spencer laughs, “and I don’t want to scare her away. Maybe I should just ask JJ for help.”

“Actually that’s a good idea, JJ, of all people would probably be the most helpful,” Derek agrees, “ever since (Y/N) started at the BAU they’ve been attached at the hip.” Your eyes turn wide and slowly, the other 3 women turn their heads to you with their mouths hung open. You mimic their expressions and feel like someone kicked you in the gut and you’ve had the wind knocked out of you.

“Exactly why I’m so nervous. If she doesn’t feel the same way, she’s going to tell JJ and it’s going to be embarrassing. I swear, I’ll die of embarrassment. If I don't die, I’ll just quit.” Spencer’s voice rings in your ears. “When I look at her I can’t help but smile because she literally lights up my entire world. Before I met her, it was like everything was in black and white. She makes me feel like like more than just some weird smart guy. And when she laughs... God when she laughs I feel like I could pass out because it’s the most beautiful sound I’ve ever heard. I am just so in love with her. I even learned how to use chopsticks to impress her if we end up getting Chinese food.” He laughs as he says that last sentence.

“Reid, this isn’t just some work crush. You’ve had feelings for her for over a year; you owe it to yourself to see if she feels the same way. And I think she does, I mean, have you seen the way she looks at you sometimes?” Derek tries to reason with Spencer.

“Oh, um, that’s enough of that,” Penelope says quietly and ends the call. “Did you, uh, do you, um, do...” she trails off.

“Holy crap. That was... not a conversation I was expecting to hear today,” Emily says and slowly raises her coffee mug back up to her mouth. You sit there in shock and blink, in an obvious daze. You can’t say that you didn’t feel the same way.

When you joined the BAU some time ago, Spencer and you had a quick and obvious connection. On your first case, you and Spencer were left to decode a message that your two unsubs had sent to one another. If it weren’t for your extensive knowledge in Latin and computer science and his extensive knowledge in... just about everything else, there would have been a bombing at the grand opening of a new shopping center in Los Angeles. Decoding it had saved hundreds of lives. Every case since then, you and Spencer had been the dream team. There was no way that you weren’t going to grow feelings for him.

“You didn’t know how he felt about me?” You turn to JJ and ask.

“No... well... I mean, I had a hunch but I didn’t know for sure and I didn’t want to ask and embarrass him...” JJ says with a half-guilty look on her face. You sneak a quick glance to Emily and Penelope and see that they’re watching you and JJ’s conversation as if hey were watching a movie that they just couldn’t turn off. “Do you, um, do you feel the same way about him?” JJ asks.

“I... yeah,” you admit while nodding slowly and biting your lip.

“I knew it!” Emily, JJ, and Penelope all say at once, making you jump.

“Wait, what?” You ask in confusion.

“Well, just like how I had a hunch about Spencer’s feelings for you, I had a hunch about your feelings for him. You guys are my best friends,” JJ says and Penelope clears her throat, “two of my best friends.” Penelope giggles as JJ corrects herself. You turn to Emily.

“And me? Well I am just insanely good at my job.” Emily winks at you and you raise and eyebrow at her. “Okay, okay, and that one case in Denver when you and I shared a room, I heard you whispering Spencer’s name in your sleep. Then I started putting my profiling skills to use and realized that you had feelings for him,” she admits as you give a small laugh. You then turn to Penelope.

“Me? My dear, you know I am no profiler, but I do know love when I see it.” Penelope pushes a lock of blonde hair behind her ear and flashes you a huge smile.

“Oh my gosh, so everybody knows?” You cover your face in embarrassment. “I feel like a little schoolgirl at a sleepover right now,” you mumble through your hands.

“No, no this is good! Didn’t you just hear Spence admit how he feels for you? It’s a good thing,” JJ smiles at you and places a hand on your knee.

“It’s a great thing! Now two of our best friends can start the greatest love affair of their lives! And you can get married, and have a huge wedding, and start popping out little profilers! One that you should name Penelope, I might add,” Garcia starts clapping her hands slightly and her eyes light up. You, JJ, and Emily laugh at her excitement.

“Yes, OR, you can tell Spencer how you feel and then just take it from there,” Emily laughs and shakes her head.

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You wave goodbye to JJ as she heads out of the bullpen for the day and look around to see that the only two left in the bullpen are you and Spencer.

“Hey Spence, wanna walk down together?” You ask the man sitting two desks away.

“S-sure, yeah, okay,” he stutters back and stands up from his seat. He grabs the long black coat from off his chair and slips it on before slinging his book bag over his left shoulder. You two make your way to the elevator in silence and by the time you actually step into the elevator, the tension is so high, you could cut it with a knife.

“Parking garage?” He breaks the silence as he gestures towards the buttons representing floor numbers.

“Oh, no, just the first floor, please. I’m taking the Metro home today.” You reply and try to steady your voice, attempting to hide how nervous you feel.

“You didn’t drive today?” He asks and you shake your head in reply. “Well, let me give you a ride, then.”

“Oh, Spencer, you don’t have to, the walk to the Metro isn’t too far-” you say before he cuts you off.

“(Y/N), it’s freezing outside right now. You live a block away from me, it’s really not trouble,” he assures you.

“Okay then. Thank you.” You give a polite smile and turn your head back to the elevator doors. The walk through the parking garage is just as silent as the walk to the elevator and the silence starts to make your uncomfortable. You and Spencer never had moments of awkward silence. You always had something to discuss. The silence continues through the car ride until you two are only 5 minutes away from your apartment.

“So,” he breaks the silence yet again, “there’s something I’ve been meaning to ask you.”

“I have something to tell you, too.”

“You first,” he says as he grips the steering wheel. He doesn’t take his eyes off the road for a second and his knuckles are starting to turn white from gripping the wheel so hard.

“No, no, you brought it up first. You go.” You give a small chuckle.

“Okay... um, do you want to go to dinner tomorrow night? I mean I know it’s our only day off but I thought maybe I could take you to this new Chinese restaurant that just opened up.”

“Dinner? Like a date?” You clarify. He does a slight shrug.

“If you want it to be,” he sounds so nervous and he clears his throat.

“I’d like that. A lot.” You smile at him and he finally breaks his eyes away from the road for a split second to make eye contact with you. He shares your smile and returns his eyes back to the road.

“Alright then, a date it is,” he smiles to himself. “And... here we are.” He pulls the car up to the curb in front of your apartment building and turns to you.

“Thank you for the ride,” you say as you unbuckle your seatbelt, “so what time did you want to meet up tomorrow? And can you send me the address of the restaurant?”

“No, no, no, I will be picking you up at your apartment at 8.” He shakes his head and grins.

“Spence, you really don’t have to. You already gave me a ride home today.”

“I am taking you out on a proper date, (Y/N). So, like the gentleman I am, I will be knocking on your door at 8 o’clock on the dot.” The grin doesn’t leave his face and his sudden burst of confidence makes you giggle.

“Well, alright. Thank you. I can’t wait to see you use chopsticks. I’m very flattered you learned how to use them just to impress me,” you say to him, still giggling.

“Wait... how did you...” He looks very confused and his cheeks flush a bit.

“Oh, that’s what I wanted to tell you. My gosh, Doctor Reid, for a genius you’d think you would know how to work the landline phones that the BAU has had for years. Double check the intercom button next time you and Morgan have a private discussion,” you wink at him and you open up the door and step out of the car. “I’ll see you tomorrow at 8.” You flash him a smile and shut the door before walking up to the apartment building.

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starlight-drive-in · 5 years ago

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All My Life, for You - Ch. 7: Packin’ Up

Fic Description:

Mi-Cha and Saeyoung have been happily married for 5 years and their lives have never been happier. The same could be said for Saeran who is now in a much healthier place than he was a few years ago. The twins are close once again, their lives are healthy and normal for the most part. It would seem the picture perfect happily ever after, if it weren’t for the fact that someone who has been looking for them for a long time is about to make an unwelcome appearance.

Saeyoung has two things in this world he has sworn to protect, and nothing is going to stop him from keeping his promise this time.

Relationships: Saeyoung Choi/MC (named), Saeran Choi/OC

Chapter Description:

The boys and Mi-Cha pack up and head home.

AO3 Link | First Chapter

“It has to be a trap.” Saeran says making it a point to get as far away from the image of that miserable place as he can, “You’re sure that’s where the signal ends?” he questions, not wanting to believe the evidence of their past coming back to haunt them.

“Yea, of course. It would be too much of a coincidence otherwise, right?” Saeyoung answers, rechecking his work anyway.

“How is that even possible?” Mi-Cha mutters.

“I don’t know,” Saeyoung says quietly. He needs to keep digging, needs to find out more. He almost doesn't want to know more, but he has to. He has to find out everything he can.

The three of them sit in silence for the next few minutes, not one of them knowing what to say next, dread making a home in the pit of their stomachs.

Finally, Saeran speaks up, the tremor in his voice almost undetectable as he tries to hold back the memories related to that place. “I-I think we should pack up and get going home. We can do more from there in an hour than we could here in six.”

“Yea, that sounds like a good idea.” Mi-cha agrees as Saeyoung shuts his laptop, nodding solemnly.

The couple stands and walks to the door, “I’ll cancel the rest of our reservation.” Saeyoung tells the other two dejectedly before him and Mi-Cha return to their room.

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Mi-Cha and Saeyoung stand on opposite sides of their hotel room’s bed repacking their suitcases. The bed is still a mess of tangled sheets from their lovemaking last evening, now just an unfortunate testament to how much things have changed in the past 24 hours.

She watches carefully as he folds a pair of his jeans and slowly stacks it atop the other articles in his suitcase. He hasn’t looked her in the eye all morning, he’s been quiet. Quiet Saeyoung is never a good sign, she knows. He’s lost in this head, it’s obvious from the way he keeps momentarily pursing his lips, or giving a short shake of his head. She knows he’s attempting to run every possible situation through his head. He’s trying to plan for every hypothetical scenario he can think of.

He bends down, retrieving his button-down shirt lost in last night's adventures. Silently he runs his fingers over the material before blowing a short and pathetic huff from his nose and placing it in the case. He grabs a fresh pair of jeans, a shirt, and a pair of boxers and heads toward the bathroom.

“I’m going to shower.” He deadpans, voice devoid of any emotion so much so that it aches Mi-Cha’s heart.

“Ok babe,” she answers softly, feeling a 100 miles away from her lover as he turns the water on and shuts the door.

Now she purses her own lips, she’s been here before. They’ve been here before and so she knows. She knows exactly what types of thoughts are going through his head. He’s scared. He’s scared of losing her, and Saeran of course. He’s scared one of them will fall in harm’s way. He’s always assumed their safety as his responsibility. Admirable to be sure, but that weight is heavy. Especially at a time like this.

So, when she hears the faucet turn off she poses herself at the door for a second, she gives him a moment to towel off before taking a deep breath and pushing the door open. She must have given him enough time because he already has a towel wrapped around his waist. His attention flicks to her for a second before turning away again, but she isn't going to give up that easily. Grabbing a smaller towel from the rack and tossing it over her shoulder she approaches him. Ever so gently she nudges his shoulder, coaxing him to turn and face her. He obliges.

“Hey.” She says, looking him in the eyes. “Talk to me.” She encourages.

He bows his head defeatedly. “Sorry I…” he trails off trying to find his words.

“There’s nothing for you to be sorry about Saeyoung.” She tells him, gently leading him to sit on the seat of the toilet and plopping the towel over his still shower-soaked locks, rubbing. “What’s going on in this brilliant head of yours?”

He blows air out his nose and gives a small sad smile, “Nothing useful apparently.”

She halts her movements and pushes his head back so that they are eye-to-eye once more. “Now, you know that isn't true. Tell me what’s really going on.”

“I- I don’t know what’s going on. I don’t know how to protect you guys. I don’t know who’s after us, not for sure. There are too many possibilities. Someones stalking my brother? How do I know they aren’t stalking you too? Or even me for that matter.” His voice holds no anger. Just anxiety and fear.

“You’d notice something like that” She assures him, resuming her toweling-off of his hair.

He shrugs dejectedly “Would I? It’s been a long time since my agency days. I’m sure I’ve gotten rusty. That's probably why this is happening. If I had just paid more attention, been more careful, then none of this-"

Mi-Cha doesn't let him finish, abruptly placing a single finger to his lips. "Shhh," she says, low and inoffensive. He looks up at her from underneath the white towel, his golden eyes full of turmoil and regret. "None of this is your fault Saeyoung. You always give us your best."

He avoids her gaze, "What if my best isn't good enough?"

"It is." She reassures him with a genuine smile.

Her earnest expression of trust in him makes his heart leap a little, she could tell him anything with that smile on her face and he’d believe her. "How many more times are willing to tell me that?"

"As many as you need, forever and ever, remember?" She responds, holding up her left hand, the one with her wedding band.

He gives a half-hearted smile, her words having improved his outlook slightly, but his overall mood still needing time to adjust.

She kisses his forehead, before returning the towel to its rack. “Now as much I love your mostly naked form, we really should get going.”

“I suppose justice isn't going to defend itself huh?” He says, voice becoming a tad lighter as he tosses his t-shirt over his head.

“Now you’re getting it!” She replies brightly, heading to finish up the packing.

Across the hall, Saeran also packs his suitcase. Trying desperately not to think of his childhood home while he methodically refolds and packs, preoccupying himself with the organization. He didn’t know what he had expected to see on that screen but that wasn’t it.

He takes a deep breath, removes his phone from his pocket and puts on some music, another attempt to distract himself. He hums along to the song, albeit poorly. It isn't one he knows well but it's on the playlist of songs Mi-Cha suggested when he said he needed something new to try. He focuses his attention on learning the new lyrics which, combined with the intent organizing seems to remove his mind somewhat from its darker places. He finishes up packing quickly, ready to get moving.

He shuts the door to his room with finality, suitcase in hand, ready to go. Raising his knuckles to Saeyoung’s door he moves to knock, but before he can make contact with the door he hears someone say “We’re not going back there.”

He glances around the hall before realizing no one was around to have spoken. He releases a breath and asks aloud, “What if we don’t have a choice?” To which he gets no reply.

He realizes he probably looks insane, standing in front of a door with his hand raised talking to himself, but before he can dwell on that too much the door opens. He quickly lowers his hand and hopes they didn't overhear his one-way conversation.

Mi-Cha has her back turned to him, struggling to pull her too-heavy suitcase backward out the door. Not exactly watching where she’s going, she bumps directly into Saeran. Which results in her letting out a short yelp. Startled, she drops her suitcase and turns around on him defensively whilst producing a switchblade from her pocket and threatening him with it.

His eyes go wide in surprise and he takes a step back, raising his hands into a defensive position.

When her mind finally registers who she’s brandishing a knife at her shoulders quickly slump in relief as she lowers said knife, putting it away. “Oh my God, it's just you. Saeran you scared the shit out of me!”

“I guess you learned something at that self-defense class.” He says, then his voice seems to drop a bit “Good reaction time there, Princess.”

“W-what did you just call me?” Mi-Chi eyes him suspiciously.

“Huh?” Saeran says, seemingly confused.

But before she can question him further, Saeyoung appears behind her with his own suitcase, “Oh Saeran, good timing! You ready to go?”

"Y-yea, let's get home," Saeran answers apprehensively, eyes still watching Mi-Cha’s face as her eyes narrow.

The drive home seems endless when in reality it’s only a couple hours. Saeyoung taps his fingers on the steering wheel, while Mi-Cha switches between radio stations. In the back seat, Saeran stares at their surroundings as they whizz past in a blur.

The ride is a stark contrast to the trip down, Saeyoung and Mi-Cha had belted pop songs almost the whole way. Saeran had even mouthed along to a few until Saeyoung caught him in the rearview and called him out.

Now, no one talks, no one sings. The awkward silence hangs in the air like a thick cloud of smoke, threatening to choke the occupants of the car in its offensive haze.

Saeyoung’s tapping becomes faster, a nervous habit of his. Although nearly undetectable at first, once Mi-Cha gives up on the radio it becomes the only sound in the car, and when he adds his left ring finger into the mix, it’s completely unignorable.

“Can you fucking stop?” Saeran snaps. Both front seaters jump in surprise at the sudden outburst.

“Ah haha- oops,” Saeyoung says, “Sorry, I didn’t even realize what I was doing.”

“S’ok.” Saeran accepts without further argument, relieved of the incessant tapping.

Saeyoung sighs, moving his elbow to rest on the door as his head falls into his left hand.

Mi-Cha reaches over and sets her left hand over his right where it’s wrapped around the gear shift and rubs it in reassurance. He smiles at her despite the odd mood.

“You know, I could hold your hand - if you didn't insist on driving a manual right?” Mi-Cha teases, almost feeling a little better now that the silence has been broken in some way.

“Hey, I have some automatics!” He defends whilst down-shifting with her hand still on his as their speed increases.

Mi-Cha scoffs. “That you never drive.”

“Manuals are way more fun to drive!” He stands firm.

“Yea, yea I know and they’re way better on gas, and easier to maintain,” Mi-Cha adds, already knowing the list.

“And less likely to be stolen,” Saeran adds from the back seat without looking away from the window.

Saeyoung groans, realizing exactly how many times he must have rambled on about the advantages of manual transmissions.

Mi-Cha laughs shortly, a little proud of the fact she could distract them for a minute. It’s the only thing she can do for them right now.

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nervousgaylaughter · 5 years ago

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how'd we end up on a road we never took (chapter 1)

a kate and eva fake dating au

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Kate is sick of her life. She’s sick of her homophobic parents. She’s sick of all the fake people at school. And she’s sick of Cairo and all her questions. It’s one thing to go to school and be interrogated about dating her best friend to go home and be lectured how she’s just in a phase. The duality of her two worlds is too much for her to handle, she knows it would all go away if she could just get a girlfriend. But her angry demeanor and unapproachable disposition has ruined her chances.

She can count all the girls she’s been able to deal with enough to actually like on one hand.

There was Bridget, her first real crush last year, who lead Kate on, but unlike Kate, was actually in love with her best friend Emma and started dating her, leaving Kate somewhat heartbroken. There were two good things that came from Bridget though: her gay awakening and her best friend Chess. Two unrelated things, but both important nonetheless.

There was Mallory from English who was so straight that it actually caused Kate to stop crushing on her. She was attracted to Mallory’s intelligence, she always had the best analysis for whatever they were reading, but ultimately dropped the idea when Mallory started dating the heartthrob of the school.

And there was Samantha, the bubbly girl she met at a week-long art exposition, who lived on the other side of the country. The girl felt like a breath of fresh air to Kate after being stuck in the same town for all of her life. She had a crush for a week, and then she left for home.

That’s it.

It’s not that Kate doesn’t find more than three girls attractive, it’s just that their personality is the overwhelmingly important factor for her. She feels like she’s already met everyone she’s gonna meet. The kids at Giles Corey High School have been in school together practically since Kindergarten. By the time she’s a junior in high school she accepts she’s never going to like any Tiger enough to date her.

Kate is getting dinner with Chess as she laments over her situation.

“There is a very good chance that all aspects of my life will improve if I had a girlfriend.”

“How do you figure that, Kate?” Chess asks with an amused grin.

“One, I’d have a girlfriend.” Kate says as if it were obvious, making Chess chuckle.

“Two, Cairo would stop insinuating that we’re dating.”

“Don’t let her get to you Kate, it’s not her fault she’s projecting onto you.”

“You know actually I think all our lives would improve if Cairo would finally admit she’s in love with Riley. She needs to get over the repressed lesbian bullshit already it’s been literally eight years.”

Next to them, one of the busgirls laughs at the anecdote as she’s cleaning one if the tables. Kate gives her some serious side-eye for eavesdropping.

Trying to get her friend to alleviate her death stare, Chess asks, “Are there any more points to your list?”

“Ah yes,” Kate perks up as the idea comes back to her mind, “Three, my parents would stop trying to tell me being gay is just a phase.”

Chess gives her friend the pity face to which Kate just rolls her eyes. Their conversation is interrupted by the waitress coming over.

“What can I get for you girls?” Kate and Chess come to Toni's Pizza after practice every Thursday so the waiter should be very familiar with the pair by now, but they go through this routine every time.

“We’ll have a large Hawaiian pizza with two root beers please,” Chess says with a smile. Kate thinks that pineapple on pizza is absolutely atrocious, but she told Bridget she liked it because it’s Bridget’s favorite and Kate was a useless baby gay. Bridget and Emma ordered it when they first introduced Chess to Kate and it’s far too late to correct herself now.

“Oh…” is all the waiter says as he goes to put in their order, clearly judging their order as he does every week. Same buddy, same, is all Kate thinks but instead she leans in towards Chess and says, “He acts like we haven’t ordered the same exact thing every Thursday for the past year.”

“Leave him alone Kate, it’s not his job to memorize the regulars’ orders.”

“It’d save a lot of time though.” The waiter returns with their root beers in bottles, and as much as Kate would never admit it, she likes her pop best like that. It makes her feel like an adult even though she’s too scared to drink alcohol. She takes a few sips and starts to blow into the bottle. She manages to get a steady sound out of it and starts playing a random rhythm.

“Do you have to do this every time?” Chess says to her friend staring her down as she continues to blow into the bottle.

“Obviously,” Kate says, but stops her incessant root beer music.

Just as Kate is about to continue telling her single life sorrows to Chess, the busgirl comes over.

“So I couldn’t help but overhear your story-“

“Yeah I noticed,” Kate says with a glare. The girl hesitates for a moment but continues, “Um, I think I have a solution.”

Kate really doesn’t want the unsolicited advice of a stranger, but she’s so desperate that she figures she could at least hear her out.

“So, my friend Eva, she’s a delivery girl, just broke up with her girlfriend and needs to save face at Homecoming so you two could totally just go together to get everyone off your back,” the busgirl looks extremely proud of her plan, and if she’s being perfectly honest, Kate’s not completely opposed to it.

Kate did recognize the name Eva though, since her family often ordered delivery from Toni's Kate would get their pizza (without pineapples) from the girl with the rainbow button on her jacket. Kate did notice that the girl was really attractive, and hoped the button meant more than just a rainbow, but wouldn’t let herself think about a complete stranger like that.

Friends all leave you eventually, Bridget did, so the less friends you have and the more people you distance yourself from the better.

Kate realizes that she’s been sitting thinking in silence for a little bit too long.

“Just until Homecoming?”

“Yeah. By then both if you will have made your point, ooh hang on gimme a sec,” the girl runs off and quickly returns with a piece of paper. “Write down your number. I’ll call her after she gets out of cheer practice and explain everything to her.”

“Eva is a cheerleader too?” Chess asks genuinely as Kate scribbles down her phone number.

“Mhm she’s the highest ranked flyer in the state. Are you guys cheerleaders?” Kate resists the urge to sarcastically grab the draw string bags that both her and Chess have on their chairs that say “Tigers Cheerleading” and lets Chess respond.

“Yup we go to Giles Corey.”

“Oh sorry,” the girl says, “I didn’t mean it like that it's just we go to West High and well, you know your team is kinda ass but I’ve seen you guys cheer and you’re good.” Kate may already know that they’re the worst team ever, but only she’s allowed to trash the Tigers.

“Great thanks for the idea,” Kate abruptly hands the paper to the girl, “bye,” she says with a little, somewhat patronizing, shooing motion.

Though the busgirl might already annoy the shit out of Kate, she wonders what Eva is like. If she goes through with this insane plan with someone she just barely knows what will she feel like by the end? What if Eva grows on me, Kate wonders but stops herself. She won’t let it get that far. They can pretend to be dating but she doesn’t need another friendship outside of that. If Eva somehow agrees to her friend’s plan, Kate won’t let them get close because that’s just how you get hurt.

“Earth to Kate… hello?” Chess waves her hand in front of Kate’s face. “Oh my God you’re actually considering this aren’t you?” Chess says.

“I mean-” Chess cuts her off with an amused laugh, “At first I thought 'Kate would never do something like this', but now I’m seeing how gay and desperate you are.”

“Think about it Chess, it’d be so nice for Cairo to stop teasing us all practice for once.”

“I tune her out, don’t you?”

“How can I she’s so incessantly loud. Also my parents would finally get off my back if they thought I was dating someone.”

“Do they still say you can’t be gay because you’ve never been in any relationship?”

“Yeah,” Kate says sadly as she puts her arms and head down on the table.

“That’s a big oof buddy.”

“I know. I’m just going wait and see if Eva even texts me before I do or say anything.”

Chess nods as the waiter brings their pizza. The rest of the dinner goes by relatively quickly, except for when Kate has to resist gagging to swallow the pineapple, and soon enough Chess is dropping off Kate at her house.

“You know you’re gonna have to get your license someday. I’m not gonna be here to drive you around forever,” Chess says to the shorter girl.

“Why would you remind me of that?” Kate says as she gets out of the car.

“Sorry bud, I don’t wanna leave you either but we have to accept that I’m going to college at some point,” Chess says through her window.

“I don’t have to accept it if I don’t think about it.”

“Hey look at me,” Kate was staring at the ground, but slowly looks up to Chess, “You’re my best friend. We’re always gonna be us no matter what, ok?” Chess holds out her arm with her half of their matching bracelets. Kate puts her own arm on top of Chess's so their bracelets align as they smile at each other and Kate backs away from the car.

"I'll see you tomorrow," Chess says as she pulls out of the driveway.

Kate just nods as she makes her way to her front door. She know no matter what Chess thinks right now, the truth is that they’ll grow apart. It happened when her oldest sister got married, when her older brother got a job overseas, and when Bridget went away to school. Why would this time be any different?

Kate forgets about her Eva situation as she gets ready for bed and attempts to read her book, but is too preoccupied mourning the loss of Chess even though it hasn’t happened yet. That is until she’s lying in the darkness and her phone lights up.