#man is fighting 10 headaches everyday

[doshi-sukiru]

I'm slowly coming back to making art more often (dunno if that's good or bad yet-) so for now have some decepticon prowl from @keferon's au + bonus Jazz

scrambles off, trips back into the abyss

[underforeversgrace]

the walls you hide behind (I saw the truth inside the real you) - 2

title: the walls you hide behind (I saw the truth inside the real you)

words: 1,729

Story Summary: Jazz is tired of the ghosts, tired of her parents not doing enough, tired of Phantom's recklessness and her brother's persistent exhaustion. When she yells all of her frustration at her parents after nearly getting killed by a ghost, she gets sent to Vlad's mansion in Wisconsin for the weekend - where she's offered a chance. She could have the ability to fight back, protect her brother and her town. Jazz leaps at the prospect. When she returns to Amity Park at the end of the weekend, it's with abilities and strength of her own, and she's fueled by anger and disdain. And she's got her eyes, first, on Danny Phantom.

Chapter 2 of 10: Taking All My Will Just to Run Alone

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Jazz wasn’t sure how long she cried, only that she’d long since run out of tears. Her eyes burned, her throat felt like she’d swallowed glass, her whole body throbbed with a dull ache as a headache pounded in her skull. The ever present chill made her shiver.

And the whole time, no one came to check on her.

She’d long since stopped crying when there was a knock at her door and her mom poked her head in. “Sweetheart, can we talk?”

Jazz just rolled over, facing the wall and putting her back to her mother. She knew she was behaving like a petulant teenager, but at this point, she didn’t care.

Maddie sighed and made her way to Jazz, sitting down beside her, the mattress sinking under her weight.

“I understand why you’re upset,” Maddie said. “Our work isn’t very traditional, nor are our methods. But we are passionate about it. That’s what I wanted out of life - to spend everyday doing something I loved. But, that’s also what I want you to have. And that just… isn’t possible in Amity Park anymore.”

Jazz sat up, staring at her. “Why does it sound like you’re sending me away?”

“We’re not!” Maddie quickly said. “But we did call Vlad. If you want a few days of normal, you can go up there for the weekend. It isn’t a permanent solution, but until we figure something else out…” she paused, looking at the floor. “It’s the best we could come up with. Give you some reprieve from the ghosts. This weekend is a long weekend, so it’s a good time.”

Jazz arched an eyebrow at her mother. She’d only met Vlad - the man for whom her middle name was a homage to - a few weeks ago, during the reunion where Jack had gotten possessed. Vlad had reassured them nothing like that had ever happened in his mansion before, it was probably a ghost following them from Amity to get them while they didn’t have the ‘home field advantage.’

“I’ll go,” Jazz said, laying back down. She wondered if she could convince Vlad to just adopt her and Danny, he surely had the money to, and enough lawyers to railroad her parents for a few years. She couldn’t leave Danny, but she also couldn’t keep living like this.

Her mother stared at her then pressed her lips into a thin line. If she’d been expecting Jazz to argue or apologize, she was going to be sorely disappointed.

The next day found Jazz packing a weekend bag and waiting for Vlad’s limo to arrive.

“Jazz!” Danny yelled from the front door, running to her. “Mom and Dad just told me! You can’t go to Vlad’s!”

The urgency in his voice surprised her. “Why?”

“Because he’s ev- uh, because his house is haunted! And that ghost nearly hurt Dad when we were there.”

Jazz shrugged. “Amity Park is haunted, too, and I have been hurt here. It’s just for the weekend. I’ll be back.”

Danny looked like he was about to argue but was interrupted as a sleek black limo pulled up in front of FentonWorks. Jazz waved at the driver, picking her bag up and tossing it over her shoulder. She grabbed Danny, pulling him into a tight hug.

“Jazz, don’t go,” he pleaded, grabbing her hand when she pulled away.

“Come with me,” Jazz answered. “We can get out of this town, we can get out of danger, we can get away from our parents and ghosts. Come with me.”

Danny shook his head. “I can’t, I…” Danny trailed off, unsure how to finish the sentence.

The driver honked his horn impatiently.

“Please be careful, Jazz,” Danny said, finally relinquishing her hand.

“It’s just Vlad’s. It’s safer than Amity.”

“If only,” Danny muttered under his breath. “I’ll see you when you come home, then?”

“Of course,” Jazz said, pulling him into a quick one armed hug as the driver honked again. “I’ll see you later!”

Jazz waved to her brother and hurried to the limo. “Hi! I’m Jazz!” She introduced herself, settling into the back seat. The driver - who looked a little too pale, he really needed more sun - just grunted in acknowledgment.

Realizing she wasn’t going to get more than that, Jazz pulled one of the several books she’d brought and got comfortable, letting herself get engrossed.

When was the last time she’d managed to sit and just read for this long without being interrupted by a ghost attacking or her parents blowing something up?

In no time at all, the driver was pulling in front of Vlad’s mansion. Jazz looked at her watch in confusion. Huh, she thought this drive would take at least three hours longer than it did. She wouldn’t complain!

Vlad was waiting for her in front of the door, a welcoming smile on his face. “Jasmine! It is good to see you again.”

“Hi, Uncle Vlad!” She said, handing off her bag to the servant who asked for it. He was too pale as well. Did these people just have an aversion to the sun?

“Please, just call me Vlad, none of this uncle nonsense,” he said, pushing the door open and gesturing for her to go first.

“Then call me Jazz,” she answered. He followed behind her, closing the door with a heavy thud.

“Certainly, Jazz,” he said smoothly.

“Thanks for letting me stay here for a few days, Vlad.” Jazz said, Vlad leading her to what looked like a sitting room and gesturing for her to sit on a plump couch. She sat down and determined she’d never sat on anything more comfortable than this.

“Not a problem, my dear! Maddie said you needed some time away and here seemed a perfect choice. May I ask, however, what it was that led to this little vacation?” He asked, sitting opposite her.

“Ghosts,” she answered, rolling her eyes at the ridiculousness. “I just… the ghosts are too much and my parents do nothing to actually stop it! We’re getting attacked constantly.”

“Don’t you have that one ghost… ah, Inviso-bill, I believe he’s called?” Vlad asked, motioning to a servant to bring some tea.

“He changed his name to Phantom a few months back,” Jazz corrected. “Went straight up to a reporter talking about an event happening, and told everyone his name was Danny Phantom.”

“Really? He even gave a first name?” Vlad said, a look of idle surprise on his face.

“Yep. And of course it’s my brother’s name!” Jazz said, suddenly angry again as she remembered the arguments her parents had had about trying to find the ghost’s human identity. She was interrupted from ranting further when the servant reappeared, teacup and saucer in either hand. He handed one off to Vlad before giving Jazz hers.

“It’s jasmine. The tea, I mean. I couldn’t resist,” Vlad chuckled.

“You’re just as bad as my brother,” she said with a groan and a smile.

“Anyway, my dear. Your story?”

Jazz blew gently on the steaming tea. “That was pretty much it. I’m tired of the ghosts. I’m tired of my parents. I’m tired of seeing Danny so afraid all the time. And then Phantom’s stupid dog stepped on my car and crushed it… I could’ve died and my parents didn’t care.” She squeezed her eyes shut but tears still escaped.

“Ah,” Vlad said, sounding very much like a bachelor in his forties who didn’t know how to handle a crying teenage girl. “Well, you’re, ah, safe here?”

“Thank you,” Jazz said, wiping the tears from her cheeks. “I just… I wish there was more I could do, y’know? To stop the ghosts, stop Phantom, stop all of it.” She fixed her gaze on him. “Could you adopt us? I need to get Danny out of that house.”

“Jasmine, as much as I hate to admit it, your parents are technically competent. Besides, Daniel has… made it quite clear he wouldn’t live here. He is not entirely fond of me.”

Jazz frowned, remembering the way Danny had nearly begged her to stay. “Why doesn’t he like you? He was really adamant that I not come here, now that you mention it…”

“Ah, he may have… learned a secret of mine and taken it rather personally.” Vlad answered, smiling apologetically.

“May I ask what that secret was?” Jazz asked, both curious and worried.

Vlad sighed. “He will likely tell you himself at some point anyway - teenage boys are not known for keeping secrets. But, please, Jasmine, you can’t tell anyone, it could ruin me, and my friendship with your parents.” Genuine distress was on his face and he was fidgeting more than he had been.

“Uh… okay. Your secret is safe with me.” Jazz said.

“Thank you, Jasmine. Uh, Jazz,” he corrected. “The truth is… I never gave up ghosts like your parents thought I did. I just… preferred doing it on my own, especially after the accident Jack caused.”

Jazz’s heart sank. She’d tried to run away from the ghosts, not towards more. “You, too?” She whispered, staring into her tea in defeat. Normalcy, that was all she wanted. Tears burned in her eyes again.

“I… I may have an idea, for you.” Vlad said hesitantly. “I know Daniel will never move here, and that your parents would never leave Amity or their portal. But… what if you could fight back?”

Jazz scoffed. “I can’t hit a ghost, Vlad.”

“What if you could?” He pressed. 

She paused, chewing on her lip while she thought. What would she do? She couldn’t disable the portal. She couldn’t force her parents to see sense. Honestly, if she could fight ghosts, she’d have to keep that knowledge from her parents. They’d be insufferable otherwise. She took a sip of her tea.

A phantom pain slid up her back from where she’d been slammed into a car by another phantom when she swallowed.

“I’d fight.” She finally answered. “Protect the city from my family’s mistakes, protect Danny especially. Teach the ghosts to stay away or suffer the consequences. Stop Phantom and any other specter who got too close.”

Vlad sent her a weary smile. “I have an idea, then. It… it isn’t ideal, but it’s something.”

“What’s the idea?”

“Follow me,” he said, setting his empty teacup down on the table. Jazz placed her half full one next to it.

[yes-i-write-fanfiction]

-Breakdown is chatting away and getting along with the goons while Knockout is busy antagonizing the rogue, probably because of something extremely petty (he was about to get kidnapped but saw the rogue's outfit and just had to say something). A vigilante arrives at the scene, ready to fight, only to find Knockout and said rogue having a screaming match and Breakdown playing cards with the goons.

"It's about the brand and being recognizable!"

"Oh, you're recognizable for sure. Recognized as the tasteless idiot you are! I mean, green and purple? Question marks? A fucking bowler hat??? You're begging to be made fun of!"

"Fuck you, it's iconic!"

Nightwing approaches Breakdown and is like "Should we intervene or...?" Breakdown just shakes his head. "Better let him get it all out or he'll take it out on you next. He's been ranting about your disco-era all week."

-Wreck Gar (TFA version because we all love him) is both employed by the city and collects trash on his free time as the almost-vigilante Garbage-Man. Yeah, that's right, he's a trash collecting superhero. He took one look at Batman, another at the dirty streets, went "oh,I can do that!" and created a secret identity for himself. Not that it's very secret, everyone knows who he is.

His 'human name' is Rex Garr and everyone knows that he's Garbage-Man. They think he's some kind of meta with a magical garbage truck or something and he's super popular. Does he beat up villains? Only occasionally and completely by accident. Wreck Gar is an unstoppable force of well meaning chaos. Remember, he took Lugnut's explosive punch head on without even a scratch so he's got to be durable as fuck.

-I kinda want Tarantulas to adopt some Talons. He just finds one, goes 'hmm, that's kinda cool' and yoinks them. Why? Because it seems interesting and he's on vacation! (Only an absolute freak would think being in Gotham is relaxing.) Anyway, alien spider-robot steals undead assassin from cult, more news at 7.

Tarantulas probably steals a lot of things, to be honest. Anything that he thinks looks interesting and he wants to get a closer look at. He's a menace to rogues and vigilantes alike because he's stealing their equipment and tools left and right. Sometimes he returns it. Sometimes he don't. Scarecrow tried to detonate a bomb full of fear toxin in central Gotham but Tarantulas snatched it out of his hands, like a grown up stealing candy from a baby.

-Thundercracker would be so into LARPing as a human and goes all in. He's got a 10 sheet backstory and he spent 3 days perfecting his holoform. The restult? Craig Thunders, an everyday man that lives the single life with no one but his trusty dog by side. He's got over a million followers on social media where he mostly posts images of mentioned dog. He's also Jason's new favorite celebrity. It might be more accurate to call him a stan, actually.

That's why, when Craig Thunders buys an apartment RIGHT NEXT TO JASON'S, well, Jason may or may not freak out.

-The Scavengers is Batman's new headache. They're everywhere all at once but the moment he needs to find them whey are nowhere to be found. More and more ridiculous rumors pop up that Batman frankly would not have believed, had he now witnessed the chaos that is the Scavengers first hand.

The only person that might be suffering more than Batman is Krok. Look, the Scavengers have holoforms, holoforms that he spent a long time designing and setting up. But it's just that sometimes, some of them *cough*Spinister*cough*Crankcase*cough* forget/don't care to use them. If Krok had hair he would be tearing it out. He just wants to get them back home as soon as possible but every time he looks away for even a second, those idiots of his find themselves in some kind of situation. How did Fulcrum end up in a situation where he has to win in DDR against Music Meister to get that piece of tech they need? Krok ain't got no clue. Please, someone, help this poor mech.

-In just a couple of weeks, Swindle manages to build create not only a name but a reputation as one of the best arms dealers in Gotham. No one knows where he gets his tech from, it looks like nothing else on the market, and Swindle never offers a single clue as to their origins. He's a cutthroat businessman only fueled by greed and as much as his customers despise buying from him, there's no other way to get their hands on his merchandise.

Meanwhile, Swindle is just having a great time. He just sold the cybertronian equivalent of a flashlight to the Penguin for millions of dollars. He's cackling like a madman just thinking about it.

-Nightwing likes First Aid, he seems like a nice guy to hang out with, but god fucking dammit, he's so fucking weird. Whenever he shows up to get an injury patched, First Aid makes the weirdest comments. At first, Nightwing thought Aid was joking when he suggested to amputate a limb because he broke it, until the fucker had the gall to sheepishly say "oh right, humans can't get replacement parts like that". Like, what???

The guy is also surprisingly violent. Nightwing once saw him knock out a mugger with a single punch and then start kicking him when he went down. Nightwing had to step in and First Aid had the gall to act offended when he did! "I wasn't going to kill him. I don't wanna go through that process again." Aid, what the fuck???

-Shockwave just casually defeats any rogue/vigilante that tries to take him down on their own. He does not even regard them as threats, they are just pests to him. They don't know what he's trying to make (a portal back home) but the technology he's using is far beyond what they've seen before and they legitimately fear that he's building a bomb or some kind of doomsday device.

He's just one scary motherfucker. No one wants him in Gotham and at this point they are so scared of him that they are willing to work together to get rid of him. It's kinda fucking freaky to see Scarecrow fight side by side with Robin but hey, desperate times call desperate measures.

-Predaking has no clue how he got to Gotham, he's not even sure where that is, but he's hurt and revealing himself to a bunch of humans does not seem like the brightest idea. So, he hunkers down, licks his wounds, waits for his injuries to heal in one of the many caves he finds. Turns out, it's the exact same cave that one Cassandra Cain happens to visit when she wants some time alone from her family.

You know how in fairy tales, dragons kidnap princesses? Well, reverse that and that's kinda how it all plays out. Cass goes "mine now" and Predaking is too injured to do anything about her. He just huffs and does his best to ignore her, pretending to sleep. He will never admit how much she scared him the first time she snuck up on him.

Below is why I think these bots would be fun to see;

-Knockout would become a famous model and Breakdown would be his bodyguard. I just think it would be funny to see Knockout caught up in a rogue attack and go absolutely apeshit on some poor goon that accidentally stained his 5 000 dollar designer jacket. Breakdown has to pull him of the poor man like "Babe, babe, it's ok, we'll get you a new jacket. How about a nice new suit too? That sound good?" Meanwhile the goon is fucking traumatized.

-Wreck Gar sees that Gotham is covered in trash and makes it his own personal mission to collect all of it and create his own trash kingdom. Gotham's streets have never been cleaner.

-I just want to see Kup train the batfam. And act old with Alfred. Perhaps save one of the vigilantes after they get captured, using nothing but his holoform, a bottle of liquor, a stun gun and guerilla tactics.

-You look me in the eyes and tell me Tarantulas wouldn't fit right in in Gotham. His freaky ass belongs there. He would sneak into Arkham to observe the patients, just for fun. Maybe terrorize them a little. "Doctor, the spider talks to me!" "Sure pal, of course it does. Did you take your medicine today?"

-Thundercracker becomes a best selling author in Gotham by writing about his experiences in the war (everyone thinks its just a very detailed fictional world). Jason gets absolutely hooked on the series and meets him one day while Thundercracker is out walking Buster. Jason promptly nerds out.

-Just full on pandemonium with the Scavengers. Krok tries to organize them so they can find a way back home but these idiots keep going on side quests. They were supposed to steal some Wayne tech? Sorry, Misfire got caught up in a riddle contest with the Riddler and Spinister is having a BBQ with Solomon Grundy.

-Airachnid becomes a serial killer/hitman in Gotham and quickly earns a reputation as a brutal and efficient killer. Not really that funny but a lot of potential for drama. She sets her eyes on her newest hit; Bruce Wayne.

-Swindle is fucking living life in Gotham, selling repurposed cybertronian tech to rogues. Not even necessarily weapons, just random pieces of regular cybertronian tools, like bottle cap openers that get repurposed into actual weapons by the criminals. Well, now he's on the batfam's watch list and has go into hiding.

-Ok, listen, First Aid is a freak. A well meaning freak but a freak nonetheless. So when he finds a vigilante bleeding out in an alleyway, of course he's gonna help them! But not before taking a picture of their wound and sampling their blood. Not for nefarious purposes! He just thinks it's interesting. But now the batfam tries he's going to try and clone them.

-All the rogues and vigilantes of Gotham band together to stop Shockwave. He's just trying to make his way home but his experiments and casual disregard for human life makes him such a threat that even sworn enemies have to put their differences aside if they want to survive.

-Predaking befriends Cass and she doesn't tell the batfam cause this is her alien friend and they've already got their own (Batman&Superman, Nightwing&Starfire, Red Hood&Bizarro, Red Robin&Super Boy, Robin&the other Super Boy etc.). Of course Robin eventually finds out and he's so mad cause that's a robot/alien/dragon! She can't just keep him to herself! That's so selfish of her! Meanwhile, Predaking is like "Where the fuck am I?"

[diedbutterflies69]

Leaving Pluto -

Lee Know smut imagine.

Contains: soft dom!lee know, praise mixed with teasing, slight choking. Arguing slightly. Fingering, oral $ex

Minors don't interact.

Working past the work hours cause he didn't have you waiting for him to come home.

It was another exhausting night for Minho. Being away from you was killing him slowly. A small fight that happened four days ago was the reason for you to not contact him. You wanted to find a new workplace, cause you were too tired of your co workers talking behind your back how cheap of a woman you were just because you were dating a male with slight higher position than you. According to Minho you should have ignored thier words or come with most savage comeback possible or simply talk sweetly and be friends with them. But you being you picked up the option which he never expected. Your resignation letter.

For Minho you were a deadly drug, Without you he can't live. He was addicted to feeling of being loved.

Being bad with words he never really poured out his heart to you. He fell for you when he was at his peak of self-hatred, he still can't understand how you were able to see behind the proud man who earned his position all by himself was a hiding his depressed emo kid who just wished to feel something.

Minho can't lose you. He exactly knew where you were. But he didn't have the guts to face you, he was scared because his words were no less than knifes. He was tired of himself being always a jerk to you and you forgiving him everytime because

Minho was your everything too.

You both weren't in a toxic relationship just were different.

He believed in facing problem and you believed in running away from it .

Shutting down the laptop he picked his coat and stuff. Minho made his mind, he can't just sit ideal and expect you to come back to him . Your apartment wasn't miles away from him but here he was still hesitating to start the car and and Stay with you.

Finally gathering all his shattered courage and starting the engine Minho finally headed to his world.

Standing infront of your apartment and again trying to find his lost courage Minho finally rung the door bell and it didn't even took 10 secs before the door opened.

"What you want", you Asked him. Your voice colder than ice. You expected Minho to come begging at your door anyways as you understand what kind of devil was residing in his mind, but now you were tired , tired of how Minho only knew how to regret over the mess he created himself. Looking in his eyes, your whole tough demonor almost shaken. You hated to see Minho in that state.

"umm, can I come in, please Y/N?"

He gave you a small smile and your heart melted, no one knows how much you adored that man he always just pretend to have a tough front, and right now it was crumbling again.

Sighing heavily you let him in.

"come in" you said.

"Y/N, Listen to me please, I overreacted it was my fault I -I apologize I was hitted hard by fact that I would be unable to see you everyday in that suffocating place, I--I am really sorry and please I wasn't trying to control you, I was being selfish I--I-I--"

" will you stop now?" You asked him cutting him off, whatever anger you had disappeared the moment he expressed his heart truly but you just wanted to know one thing.

"Do you love me Minho?", You asked him you didn't understand what exact feelings he had for you, was it love, or desire to be love, or just a simple fuck. Minho's face full of confusion, you caught him off-guard. But he answered confidently no ounce of hesitation in his voice.

"I love you, I love you so much" His voice so sincere like he was practicing his wedding vows.

"Then fucking act like a normal guy in love for atleast 1 second, who the hell takes almost whole week to apologize?? Is your ego more powerful than your love, dating in office place was so damn hard for me those annoying rats comments were giving me headache and I live with you, do you forgot that??? Fucking stupid crazy ?"

You ranted , felt like the weight from your shoulders finally lifted you just wanted his genuine emotions, living peacefully without arguing like cats and dogs.

Minho was hanging his head low in guilt knowing how much damaged he has caused , that you started to doubt his love.

"I love you so much sorry please forgive me , I will try to get better", Minho said he always meant what he said. looking straight into eyes he come closer to you.

"You should have come sooner, I missed your stupid ass", you said speaking from your heart. The 5 days argument finally fucking itself.

Minho smiled at you and said," I was too afraid of lover, you know she is a whole different person when angry." Pouting like a kid, he was too irresistible for you and you were deprived from his touch,his kisses and whole him.

"You talk to much", You said and locked your lips with Minho for a desperate deep kiss, which he happily reciprocated back with equal desperation and love.

" you are the hottest girl I have ever seen" he said and pecked your lips lifting you up in his arms and going straight to your bedroom. Both of you looking at each other with so much respect love and affection. Reaching your bedroom Minho slowly put you down smiling at you and whispering "let me show you how much love I have for you", whimpering desperately at his words that sended shivers down your spine no matter how many times he had fucked you , you can't get used to his dominant persona.

Minho's hand wondering inside your hoodie and cupping your breasts as you didn't wore any bra his fingers softly pinching your buds not in a rough way. Tonight he decided to go as gentle as possible.

"Stop teasing, Minho", you moaned desperately , tugging on Minho's shirt and attempting to free his god sculpted body. One thing Minho loved the most about you , you not being shy and addressing whatsoever you felt. Minho smiled playfully at you and saying out " patience darling, I am gonna make you feel good" This man is gonna be death of me you thought .

Minho removed your hoodie and freed your upper body, cold air immediately making your buds hard again, his hand resting on your waist and one to support himself at top of you , he started kissing your neck And leaving a very small hickey as you didn't liked him marking you at visible places, you were too lazy to conceal it. Going down and cupping your right breast so tenderly your breath getting heavier at Minho's slow yet sensual ministrations, he was different from usual, definitely more soft.

But him being slow was torture to your core.

"Please", you whimpered bucking up your hips to Minho's body in response he grabbed your thighs his hands, caressing your inner thighs dangerously close to your heat, you were already wet from all the foreplay , your pussy begging to get destroyed by your lover.

Minho removed your shorts , now your slight wet panties being the only cloth on your body on the other hand Minho being Fully dressed his black shit wrinkled from your tight grip which he unbuttoned hastily after freeing your body from those useless panties throwing somewhere in room.

"because of who your pussy is soo wet , love?" He said looking straight in your eyes his fingers resting at your entrance, waiting for your answer before doing anything else. A fucking teaser.

"Because of you Min, do something please", your voice coming out much softer and desperate than you thought.

Finally giving you a big smile, Minho entered his fingers in your mouth covered in your saliva then without warning he shoved his two fingers in your hole and moving them at a extremely slow pace his touch was so powerful today even if it was different he never was a slow going man but you weren't complaining.

Minho went down to your thigh level, eyes looking straight at your pussy , without removing his fingers , he attacked your pussy with his mouth, sucking the entrance and tongue going straight inside you, fingers and the soft muscle making it difficult for you to not moan and just keep screaming his name till your lungs burn.

His nose brushing to your your clit , and fingers finally picking up pace , you can literally feel Minho's smirk whenever you called his name.

"I. ... I am close", you said followed by a high pitched moan, hearing you Minho's own cock almost bursting , he added a third finger and started sucking you more aggressively.

"I am cumin..." You felt your body on cloud nine, your high washing over you, juices flowing from you and Minho not letting them fall, till the last drop he kept eating you out and fingering, you almost crying from overstimulation.

"How was it babe? Felt good?", Minho asked you even knowing the answer that he literally made you see the stars alone with his fingers and tongue, detaching himself from your lower body and again looking at you , You got up ready to give him something in return, he loved your mouth and loved how you gagged whenever his tip touched back of your throat, your hands reached his belt but he stopped you .

"This, ain't about me babe", Minho said, resulting in you looking at him in pure frustration, giving you a sly smile as he lied you back down on bed he continued. " I mean suck me some other day, now I just wanna come inside your small pussy"

Minho have a great way of making you lose your mind completely.

He unbuckled his belt and removing his belt so slowly like he was giving you a whole strip show. After finally freeing his member from all the restrictions Minho's mouth again finding your lips as he slowly entered inside you .

"Fuck, why you always feel so good", Minho grunted heavily and started moving at a slow pace, his hand cupping your breasts and lips hungrily kissing you."you are so fucking beautiful love",He said , his voice containing pure sincerity and sensuality. The way he was rolling his hips was driving you insane, even the kiss was so sensual, his tongue inside exploring your mouth . Minho's body so close to you ,your slight bloated stomach occassionally coming in contact with his sculpted abs, he always made you feel beautiful , sexy even when days he was rough his degradation never made you felt insecure and today he was being so gentle, so soft and his praises making your throbbing heart melt. You love Minho and Minho loves you.

"Minho, please you.. you feel so damn.. good", you said in between your deep breaths and screams. Minho's lips now giving you hickeys and you didn't really wanted to stop him, his mouth felt so damn good. His pace being the same slow torture to you.

"I feel good too babe, inside you", Minho said his grunts getting more louder signalling he was close too. His hand now intervining with yours in a tight grip as if he you were his last straw to sanity.

"can I come, please?", You asked as of an habit , Minho was a hella kinky man and he had taught you so many things inside bedroom and asking for his permission before Cumming was one. He nodded at your request, something which happened once in a blue moon you were glad as wasn't edging you. His thrusts getting faster as he chased down his own high.

Leaving many screams and moans, you cummed around his cock feeling like being top of the world. " You are mine", he said before kissing your forehead and those intervened hand before empting himself inside you.

"I am yours, always yours", you replied to Minho, his forehead resting against yours both giving each other a faint and tired smile.

He scorched beside you and engulfed you in a tight hug , caressing your sweaty forehead and removing the hair that were sticking to it because of the passionate activities you both just did.

Comfortable Silence spreading inside your room. Before Minho finally spoke again.

"I am sorry, you gonna come back to our house right?" Minho apologizing again and being oblivion to the fact that you had even forget the argument. You also loved the way he referred his house to 'ours'. Those small things which he do without any intentions meant so much to you.

"Stop saying sorry It wasn't only yours alone fault too, I too overeacted, sorry" you said to him and snuggling inside his neck . He quickly reacted to the last word. Minho hated the way you thought it was your fault.

"No babe, I am sorry, don't apologize", Minho again saying sorry, Guess it was endless loop of taking the blame. You ignored his words having no energy to argue .

"well, so are we gonna have a bath, We need to go back to our home in morning", you said Minho and him being too aware of hidden meaning of your words.

"Okay babe , let's do 69 there"

Thanks for reading .

Beautiful reader.

[stressedoutcanary]

Hold On - Jason Todd x Batgirl!Reader [PART 2]

WORD COUNT :- 2.3k

Warnings ⚠️: I don't even know if there are any...Swearing maybe?, mentions of kidnappings, actual kidnapping oh and also violence and angst :)

A/N 😋: I got lost while writing this so judge accordingly people. Also forgive me for any mistakes. I TRIED.

Part 1 , Part 3

•°•°•°•°

“JASON STOP!!!!!”, your voice echoed in the silent warehouse.

Jason stopped in his tracks as soon as he heard your voice, his mind was brimming with thoughts, questions and worst of all, emotions.

“Well, well, well, look who crawled out of her little cave”, He said smugly as he finally turned around to face you. The voice was his, you’d recognize that voice anywhere but it felt cold, devoid of emotions, hearing him like that sent a shiver up your spine. You could feel your determination slipping.

Even though you had your cowl on, Jason could still see how much his rampage was hurting you but he couldn’t stop now, not when all he had left to do was to capture Joker, beat the living shit out of that asshole and show Bruce how much of a failure Batman’s moral compass really is.

“Well? Got nothing to say now?... Why am I not surprised?”, Jason scoffed.

You took a deep breath, you were breaking down inside but you sure as hell weren’t going to let that stop you. You spoke, voice barely above a whisper,  “Jason...Jay...Stop all this...Please, come home, come back to the--”

“Manor? Home? Did you hit your head (Y/N)? Why in the hell would I ever go back to a place where NOBODY GAVE A DAMN ABOUT ME, WHERE HE REPLACED ME AS IF I MEANT NOTHING?!”, Jason didn’t want to lose control of himself, not in front of you. So with visible effort he calmed himself down, took a step forward and gave you a deadpan look.

“You all left me”

Your blood boiled at that statement.

“How dare you?! We lost you! We mourned for you! I mourned for you!”

Tears welled up in your eyes, listening to him you wondered whether he truly believed the words actually coming out of his own mouth.

“The Jason I knew was a roughed up street boy who still cared when many didn't, who called Bruce out every step of the way, who had this ridiculous favoritism for bread, who had the guts to take out a tire from the fricking Batmobile”, despite the dreadful situation you smiled remembering those sweet memories.

You looked him in the eye, pleading in a way, and you spoke softly, “The Jason I knew was The Robin to my Batgirl. This-this is just not who you are Jay, not really...So can you just stop?”

He looked unfazed by your words and cocked his head to the side.

“Princess, the only way you can stop me is if you fight me, knock me down real hard, make sure that I won't get back up again. Tell me Batgirl, can you do it? Do you actually have what it takes?”, he waited for an answer he knew wasn’t coming. As expected, all he was met with was silence.

Long, Painful Silence.

With that Jason knew what he had to do, he put on his red helmet and swung out of the nearest window, you couldn't stop him, for all your big talk, you just couldn't. He was right you failed him.

•°•°

You jumped awake with a start, bolting upright and immediately regretting your subconscious decision, the throbbing pain made you clutch the back of your head with your palm and you closed your eyes again to achieve some semblance of reality as a way of grounding yourself.

‘It was just a dream (Y/N)…just...a...dream’

You tried to lie to yourself knowing deep down that it was a memory, something you have already lived through, something you regret everyday. You swallowed the lump in your throat. It felt dry and your whole body was sore. You really should've called in early and then maybe Dick would've been the one stuck in this crapy situation and not you.

Pushing past your perplexed state you got up and took in your surroundings, there were vines hanging from the open roof, a LOT of flowers and some Venus flytraps by the corner. It wouldn’t even take being a detective to figure out where you were; The Botanical Gardens.

“How the hell did I end up here”, you muttered under your breath. This was getting out of hands.

“See Pammy I told ya Girl-Bat would rise and shine by now”

“I can see that Harls”

‘Poison Ivy and Harley Quinn, just great, is nobody in Arkham these days’

The duo descended down from the open roof through one of the vines and stood in front of you. Harley looked as happy as a 10 year old about to get their favorite toy and Ivy seemed to be interested in anything and everything that did not concern you. Classic.

“Why the hell did you both kidnap me?”

You jumped forward and grabbed Harley by the collar of her dress, in retrospect it wasn't the best move but it's not like you were thinking straight at the time anyway.

A vine wrapped itself around your waist and you were tugged back by such force that you were sure there was gonna be a big bruise there tomorrow. You skidded across the floor and finally stopped when your back connected with a bench. You were just too drained to fight back so instead you just crawled up and sat on the bench with a grunt.

‘Not fighting my way out of this one so for once let’s try talking’

“Whoa, should ya really be this obnoxious when ya got a concussion?”, Harley burst your thought bubble as she looked you over.

“Wait, Did you just call me obnoxious?!”

“But don'tcha worry I am a doctor and I got a PhD”

“In psychology!”

“I will fix ya in no time”

“Are you even listening to me?”

Just like that you saw Harley leave the room to go get some medical supplies, or well at least you thought that that's what she was going to do, you turned your face towards Ivy hoping that she can fill in the blanks.

“So you both finally done babbling? And here I thought it was never going to end.”, She looked at you from where she was petting her plant, and made her way over to you, something about her seemed genuine. You got the feeling that whatever she had to say, it won't be a lie.

“Try and not mind what Harley does, she's just happy to make new friends for girls night.” She sighed before continuing, “As for your question, last night we were near the Gotham Central Park when we saw a masked man dragging your unconscious body out of a building and into a van parked in the alley, so we kil-- we took care of him and brought you here”, She shrugged as if that explains why the Poison Ivy just saved your life.

"Wait that means Red isn't here", you whispered more to yourself than to others.

“Pam is Red!”, Harley said cheerfully as she came back out nowhere with a bunch of boxes which would've made you very uneasy if your mind wasn't already preoccupied.

“What Harley means to say is that if you are trying to ask about that gun loving leather jacket vigilante who wears a red helmet, then no we don't know where he is”

Her words sunk in and yesterday's memories flashed in your mind, your eyes widened under your mask as the realization hit you like a bus.

The missing people, the creepy mannequins, the medical journals regarding surgeries, the weirdo in the white mask instead of a face, the poster of some Pretty Dolls parlor; Now it all makes sense!

“Pyg!”

"Huh?", the women in front of you almost jumped at your sudden revelation.

“Lazlo Valentin aka Professor Pyg that's the son of a bitch who is behind all this mess, he's the one who has got Red Hood And it's all my fault! Now, He might be dead already! I should've known, I-I should've figured it out quicker, I should've done something, DAMN IT!!”, you buried you face in your hands due to the building frustration within you.

“Don't be like that”, you heard Harley's voice as a hand was placed on your shoulder, she sat down on the bench next to you, you turned your head and eyed her warily, seeing nothing but concern.

“Don't give up. Clearly this Hoodie person means a lot to ya so you get off your ass and go get him, don't you Bat People always find a way”, you looked at her for a moment, then jumped up on your feet.

“Can't believe I am saying this but you are right Harley, I need go and I will find a way to save him, but before leaving I wanna know something”, you looked Ivy in the eyes as you worded your next sentence, “Why save me?”

“It was just my way of replaying you for saving Harls from that clown once”, instead of elaborating Ivy just crossed her hands over her chest waiting for you to leave. You gave her a warm smile, something they are not used to seeing, from a bat of all people.

“Thank you Pamela”

With that you were out of that detour and onto finding the path leading up to Jason.

•°•°

Somehow you reached the safe house without running into some kind of trouble, with how your day has been going, you were completely expecting something else to go wrong. Thankfully it didn't. You took out a spare comms unit, keys for your bike and some aspirin to dull the headache.

Soon you were whizzing past vehicles at full speed triying to contact anyone available at the moment.

“Come on pick up, pick up, pick up! What's the meaning of giving us an emergency button when no one picks the damn thing up”, you spoke into a dead line, wishing you could just bang your head against a wall, on second thought not a good idea.

Two minutes later the call was finally picked up and a screen appeared on the dash of your bike, it was from the batcave and you could see Dick, Damian and Bruce in sitting in front of the computer, Tim was connected from what you assumed to be the titans tower. However Dick was the first one to pop the question.

“(Y/N) what's the emergency? Are you okay? We haven't heard from you since last night”

“Look no time to explain. Jason's been taken by Pyg and I need you guys to give me a location. Now”, you said gritting your teeth as you narrowly missed a truck for the second time this evening.

“Todd's captured? *tt* his incompetence precedes that of Drake”, Damian's snarky remark made Tim snap his head up.

“Hey!”

“Boys”, Bruce's stern voice made them quiet enough for the time being, “Batgirl you are injured and your emotions can compromise the whole rescue, go back to the safe house and let us handle this”, Bruce ended the transmission and it made you angry.

'He said that they are going to handle it, that means they know where he is, so now all I have to do is to get Dick to spill it out'

You dialed Dick back, hoping he would understand what you are trying to do.

“I know why you specifically choose to call me back and No I am not letting you go head first into danger without any of us with you especially when you are compromised”, Dick's tone was stern but laced with concern.

“Dick the last time Bruce said he will handle it, Jason died, look I know what he is trying to say, I get him, I can't blame him for wanting to look after me but you have to understand I have to be the one to get him back”

“Why?!”

“Because I can't lose him again! The last thing that I said to him was that I might never forgive him! Never forgive him for something that's not even his fault! You are my only hope at getting him back, please don't take that away from me, please”, you pleaded with him as you slowed down the bike to a stop.

The line was silent for a while, the thought about saying more to him crossed your mind; what you are feeling about Jason, how much he matters to you, how you've failed him more than once, but ultimately decided against it and instead you just waited for his reply.

You deflated as soon as you realized that the line was cut but the ping of a notification caught your attention; The map to the possible location of Jason.

“Dick Grayson, you big softie”, you smirked, your bike roared as you made your way on to the free way heading fast towards the Gotham outskirts.

Meanwhile at Professor Pyg's 'supervillain headquarters' :

Jason slowly woke up, assessing the situation he quickly came to the conclusion that he messed up and now he is tied up to what seems like dentist's chair.

“Great, there has got to be a new record I've set in this family for messing up and getting kidnapped”, Jason muttered under his breath, he tried to tug at his restraints to get free but it turned out to be fruitless. A blinding light was switch on above him and he grunted due to the intensity.

“Man, what is up with you people and light?! Turn it off already!”, Jason said as he tried to adjust his eyes accordingly, when he came to, he was met with his captor himself.

Jason just stared at the man in front, moving towards him, wearing a pig mask and holding a butcher knife. He has seen enough crazy but this guy might just rival the Joker himself.

“Pyg know you broken. Pyg make you perfect”

“WHAT THE F--”

°•°•°•°•

(I like to think I am funny)

Cute little extra note: Yes it is the second time I'm leaving you guys hanging and NOPE I do not regret my decision.

Tagging: @ladyperceval

[jaeqtstuff]

― 𝑔𝒽𝑜𝓈𝓉 𝑜𝒻 𝓎𝑜𝓊

words count: 1.7k

playlist: ghost by justin bieber (recommend to listen to it while reading, just to get the feels because im suck at angst lol)

pls note that english is not my first language. but i had fun writing this so i hope you too! xx

[10:15pm] after escaping the most boring blind date that your friend set you up with, you came across the usual late night bar that you used to go during your days with beomgyu. yeah, your famous ex among your peers.

everybody knows how in love, how insanely perfect the two of you were for a love story but that was during high school. college was a whole different story. it suddenly becomes so toxic that it drained both of you. waking up every morning was a burden to the point you can't even breath in each other presence. you didn't know what went wrong, neither did he but as years passed, it was all because of childish reason. the most hurtful thing about this one is, you knew it could be saved but you didn't do anything. and neither did he.

"whiskey on the rocks." you choose to sit far from others, wanting more privacy. the bartender seems to recognise you by the way his mouth formed a big smile as if he was welcoming a friend. you smiled back, nonetheless.

let's just call it off. it's better this way. i mean can you do this everyday? doesn't this itch you?

you shut you eyes close as you slowly savouring every drops of it. why does it taste bitter? it shouldn't taste like this. i should've just go home.

fucking sick of it. fucking sick of everything and just piss off. don't you get tired of me? honestly i am. so get lost from my fucking sight.

the more you sip, the bitter it got. you didn't enjoy it. maybe that's the reason why some people avoid old places but you were there, drinking alone in the most romantic set up you could ever imagine for a late night bar, the low dimmed lights and slow soul music playing in the background and not to mention all the couple around you. you hate it so much but you can't deny the obvious fact that you missed it. you miss how this place used to caress you with memories you still keep in the deepest part of your heart.

"do people still come over to sing?" you casually asked the bartender as he slips your second drink. you remember how beomgyu used to say that he will sing at the small stage and dedicate a song for you infront of everyone in the bar but he never did.

"well yes. in fact, we're preparing for one." he replied, with much excitement at you. you look passed your shoulders, eyes fixed to the small stage at the corner. they were getting ready with the mic and there was single stool with a guitar at the side.

"he's a good singer." the bartender commented as he was wiping all the utensils he had used just now with a clean cloth. "really?" you look away from the stage and bring your glass close to the mouth. without wasting much, you gulped down the rest of the drink in one go before taking out your purse to pay. you could hear the soft melody of guitar playing at the back but you were more focus with the text displayed on your home screen. "it's weekend. leave me the fuck alone." you hissed under your breath.

Youngblood thinks there's always tomorrow

I miss your touch on nights when I'm hollow

I know you crossed a bridge that I can't follow

Since the love that you left is all that I get

I want you to know that if I can't be close to you

I settle for the ghost of you

I miss you more than life

you shut the phone away and bring the card out to pay. you waited for the bartender to notice you but you were now interested with the song. your head unknowingly move with the beat, fingers tapping slowly on your bare legs. the lights on the stage were too dimmed and you couldn't see well who was the one singing but his voice was causing a whole war flashback in your head.

And if you can't be next to me

Your memory is ecstasy

I miss you more than life

I miss you more than life

you never knew a song could break you so much, not when you least expected it but the one singing was also not helping the situation any better. he was singing his heart out, as if he was the one writing the lyrics from some kind of painful experience he ever had in his life. anyone in the bar could say the same thing.

Youngblood thinks there's always tomorrow

I need more time but time can't be borrowed

I'd leave it all behind if I could follow

Since the love that you left is all that I get

I want you to know that if I can't be close to you

the more you listen, the more your heart ached. all these years, you thought you moved on from him. you can finally accept the fact that you can live without him by your side. in those years, it's a lie if you say you never thought of him during those drunken nights with your friends. but tonight was brutal. you could relate to the lyrics so much that you had trouble holding yourself back from any breakdown that would cost you every time you said you were good without him.

I'll settle for the ghost of you

I miss you more than life, yeah

you were never good.

And if you can't be next to me

Your memory is ecstasy (oh)

I miss you more than life

I miss you more than life

you were never calm after both of you called it off. you forced yourself to drink every night so that you can sleep without thinking of him but the terrible headaches every morning was torture. the moment you get up, he was all over in your head. you remember how you wanted to run back to him every night, tell him to forget all the bad pieces and just start new but by looking at the sight of it, it would make you throw up. you definitely knew it will make things worse.

you looked at the stage, still trying to see who was the one singing. heart still hurting but deep down, you were expecting something out of wicked love story. the tears building up in your eyes were not helping as your visions got blurry from the lyrics. blinking the tears away, you were nervous to look back to the stage again.

So if I can't get close to you

I'll settle for the ghost of you

But I miss you more than life

And if you can't be next to me

Your memory is ecstasy

you breathed in deeply, struggling to gain your composure. nonetheless, the shaky eyes went back to the stage where suddenly, the lights around the stage were slowly looking brighter. you could clearly see how he was playing the guitar effortlessly with his eyes closed. the expression on his face was tormentingly raw or maybe it was just your eyes telling the lies to the mind, telling you that he was also in much pain just like you were. one thing for sure, you eyes couldn't lie the one infront of you.

I miss you more than life

I miss you more than life

how can you forget his voice? you gasped for air, breathed in every sharp air you could get because you knew, the night will only get worse, will only wreck you even more than it did before. you could never get better from it.

the people around you start clapping, telling you that he was done singing on the stage. you could hear the soft giggle from the mic before the countless thank you from him. you carefully eyed him at the stage before taking out the cash from your purse, putting the card back inside. you couldn't be bothered about the points because the last thing you want was beomgyu seeing you in this helpless state. smudge eyeliner and mascara because of the tears and also the short lacy black dress you were wearing. it was too obvious.

so you left without looking back. and oh boy, the moment the cold air hit your face, you couldn't hold back the tears. no, you were weeping, sobbing, almost throwing up on the side road. walking to home will be hard but you were quick to stop a cab.

thank god the tears stop the moment you were in the cab. the warm seat kinda cool you down a bit but your heart was eager. you didn't stop there and pulled out the phone from your back. eventhough you didn't contact each other, you knew where to find him and in those nights like this, you always check on him. last time you did was two years ago and maybe it should just stay unchecked.

the moment it hits you, there i knew i am still holding on to the past just like how i always did. and perhaps it's because you are always there. not leaving me nor forget about me. i will just settle like this, holding on to that life i miss most. ― 15 minutes ago

wish you can stay longer so that this night would not be lonely again but it's not what i thought it is. i'm sorry. ― 2 minutes ago

you lost at the last words and now fighting your own mind, telling the cab to turn around but you couldn't get the words out from your mouth. you knew beomgyu saw you, he probably saw you in that bar. sitting alone at the furthest table from the rest. he probably saw how you were struggling in your seat, looking so pathetic in that dress.

he was right. beomgyu was right.

this night will only get lonelier. if only you stayed, maybe things could change but you knew, it can only work if both of you wanted it. he had his chance but he didn't use it. in between those tears, you laugh it off, thinking how stupid could you be with just simple words like 'i'm sorry', you were ready to throw yourself again to the deepest pit of hell with him.

choi beomgyu,

the only man who wreck you this much. the only man who can prove to you that there will be no other lover like him.

"choi beomgyu."

[saturnwritings]

one drink too many

—after getting a bit too rowdy on a girls night out, it’s up to bakugou to take care of you when things go south and the night dwindles to a close.

pairing(s): bakugou x reader (established)

word count: 2735

warnings: bad decisions made by consumption of alcohol

a/n: special thanks to my irl friend kim for suggesting this!! and uhh,, if y’all wanna give me sum nice juicy requests i would be happy to 😎 also my first bnha fic!! kinda weird since bakugou isnt really in my list of best boys (hes like b or a tier ngl 😔 but my friend really likes him also this was v fun i starting writing at 2 and ended at like 11 but im really proud of it)

“Hey y/n! You almost ready to go? The Uber’s almost here!” 

As you held your phone up to your ear, your eyes widened. You had almost completely forgotten about the girls night out you planned, despite already being dressed. 

You promised your boyfriend you’d hang out with him before you left, so there you were: all dressed up in your fancy, going-out clothes watching Bakugou train in the on-campus gym, that is, until you got a call from Mina, which completely snapped you out of your daze.

To be honest, you could watch Bakugou train for hours, days even. The way his body moved with such determination, wow, your eyes were glued to him. Even from where you sat against the wall of the empty room, you could see his muscles flexing with every move - but you had planned this outing weeks ago and the girls would kill you if you ditched them to watch you boyfriend work out of all things. 

“Oh, yeah! I’m… on my way! I’ll see you at the entrance.” You quickly responded as you hung up. stood up and grabbed your small bag. You called out to Bakugou, who was so engrossed in fighting a punching-bag that he didn’t notice you walk over to him. 

“Hey, Katsuki, Mina just called, I gotta now,” you placed your hand on his shoulder as you tip-toed to give him a small kiss, “Don’t stay up too late training, okay?” You paused for a second, “And try not to get into too much trouble while I’m gone.” You teased with a small laugh. Bakugou rolled his eyes.

“Tch, whatever, loser.” He said, breaking eye contact, though there was no trace of malice in his voice.

***

The bar was never really your favorite place to be. It was sticky and smokey and loud and there was always a person who stood a little too close to you on the dance floor. Thankfully, you always managed to have a good and fun time and loosen up with a drink or two. And if all else fails, the bar you went to wasn’t so far from the dorms, around 15 minutes by car, so you knew if you really wanted to leave, it was no problem.

After a couple sessions of dancing with Mina and Hagakure, and probably too many rounds of shots with Jirou and, surprisingly, Yaomomo, you found yourself stumbling towards a nearby pool table, despite being surrounded by guys already engaging in a match.

“Hey! Can we, uhm, use this after you?” You slurred, probably sounding like roadlike. The guys took a second to exchange glances, then started laughing hysterically. You grew puzzled. 

“Oh,” One guy looked you up and down, “You know how to play?” You frowned. Even in your drunken state you could tell he was being condescending. You huffed.

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“Well, I mean, you’re a girl?” He said, as if it was the most obvious answer in the world. “Girls don’t know how to play pool.”

“Oh yeah? Well then… I challenge you to a game!” You said as you crossed your arms over your chest and lifted your chin. You didn’t exactly think this plan through, seeing as though you weren’t really in any shape to play competitively and seriously, but drunk you was not about to take shit for a sexist stranger. The man quirked his eyebrow, an amused smirk dancing on his lips.

“Okay then,” He said with a chuckle as he handed you a pool cue, “Game on,” He paused and mocked looking pensive, “and good luck.” Something about his smile didn’t sit right with you. You scoffed. By then, all your friends were gathered around to watch. 

They knew how competitive you got, and while they should probably stop the showdown to prevent bad things from happening in the near future, it was good entertainment.

After a while of playing, only the 8-ball was left; it was your turn. Feeling very buzzed, you lined up your cue and tried focusing on one of the pockets, however it seemed as though your vision just dropped to -5 and you were looking at the Eiffel Tower from Spain. In simpler terms: you were fucked. 

As much as you knew you wouldn’t be able to win, your stubbornness didn’t allow you to back out or admit defeat. As you were about to hit the ball, you felt someone behind you slightly nudge your cue, causing the ball to roll off course and instead it hit one of the walls. You gasped and looked behind you and sure enough, there was your opponent, looking extremely satisfied with a smirk on his face. 

“Hey! You cheated, what the hell?!” 

“Hm… did I? Or was I just right about little girls not being able to play pool?” Anger bubbled within you.

“No!” You shouted, “Absolutely not, you so clearly cheated! You knocked my stick and… made the ball go… somewhere else!” The mix of alcohol and anger made it a bit hard for you to think straight, and trying to think honestly gave you a headache.

“Woah! Getting pretty feisty, huh. Try to manage your emotions more, then maybe people might start taking you seriously.” He and his friends laughed. You were so taken aback that all you could do was scoff as you looked at him with disgust.

Now, sober you would definitely not approve of what you were about to do. No, normally you were composed and knew how to handle yourself; drunk you had a different plan. You growled (you had apparently picked it up from being around Bakugou so much) as you stomped over and shoved him. 

Everyone around you oohed, Uraraka and Mina exchanged nervous glances. Uraraka was close enough to you to know when you were being reckless, and Mina, usually forced into being the mediator for your and Bakugou’s arguments, knew you wouldn’t back down from a fight.

As you were about to beat this guy up, you felt Mina grab your arm and pull you back to the rest of the girls. 

“Hey! What’re you doing?” You struggled to rip your arm away from Mina’s grip, but she was steady and, admittedly, more sober. All the girls collectively sighed, and it was Mina who spoke up at the end.

“y/n, you’re out of control. You can’t just beat a random guy up at a bar just because he cheated at pool! No matter how sexist that piece of trash is…” She seemed to mumble the last part, “Let’s just try to have a fun rest of the night, okay?” She gave you a small smile as she rested her hand on your shoulder. You huffed.

“No, he deserves it! Piece of… poop,” You crossed your arms childishly “You can’t stop me!” You stormed off back to the guy, intending to give him a piece of your mind while Uraraka followed with a worried look on her face as she attempted to diffuse the situation.

“Ugh, it’s no use. She won’t listen to us!” Jirou groaned. Deep down, the girls knew that the guy deserved it, but beating him up wouldn’t solve anything and it was definitely not the mature or right thing to do, they were training to be heroes, after all. The girls were all deep in thought when Hagakure spoke up.

“Let’s call Bakugou, y/n always listens to him! Or maybe he can just carry her home if she won’t!” The girls pondered this for a second. Momo sighed.

“Unfortunately, that might be our best option,” She glanced at Uraraka standing between you and the guy, “It’s not like we could manage to get her into an Uber or on the train, let alone carry her all the way home.” All the girls seemed to have come to an agreement. They decided Mina should call Bakugou, they hung out the most and she was the person who Bakugou would most likely pick up on. 

Mina pulled out her phone and looked for the contact, holding her phone up to her ear as it rang.

“Hey Bakugou… Uhm, so there’s been a situation.”

***

After what seemed like hours, but was actually 10 minutes of trying to calm you down and hold you off long enough for Bakugou to arrive, he finally did.

The girls were in the middle of holding you back, when, out of nowhere, a hand gripped your arm strongly and pulled you away. You heard the girls sigh in relief as you were about to chew out this guy as well, when you looked up and saw none other than your boyfriend starting at you with an intense look. You became nervous before growing confused: What was Katsuki doing here? It’s girls night… he’s not a girl is he? Your drunken mind was very frazzled.

“Wait a second… what’re you doing here?” You slurred. Bakugou rolled his eyes.

“Tch, dumbass. Come with me, we’re leaving.” You gasped with betrayal.

“Nooo, ‘Suki I don’t wanna go! I gotta… beat his ass.” you hiccuped, followed by a very intoxicated giggle. Bakugou scoffed.

“No. You’re too drunk right now, you’re gonna do something stupid,” He said as he pulled you out of the bar by your arm, “We’re leaving.” You whined, on the verge of a tantrum, but you knew Bakugou’s word was final. You let your shoulders slump as he guided you outside, Mina followed. 

“Thanks for getting here so quickly, Bakubro, it’s hard to handle y/n when she’s like this…” Mina said, rubbing her neck awkwardly. You shifted as Bakugou held up by the waist, your arm slung around his shoulders.

“Whatever, she makes stupid decisions when she’s drunk, it’s a pain in the ass to take care of her,” He was lying, of course, he loved taking care of you, drunk of not, this was mostly for appearances’ sake. 

Mina didn’t buy it though, she knew that even though it was always you taking care of Bakugou and calming him down everyday, Bakugou cared deeply for you and did the same. Internally, she found the switching of dynamics very endearing. 

“We’re leaving, I’m taking her home.” Bakugou said, suddenly. 

“Oh, okay. Let me just get the girls and we can go-”

“No, it’s fine, just… stay there, I guess.” Mina was baffled as Bakugou looked away, “Just, ugh! Whatever, I’ll take her home, you can stay here.” He blurted out. Mina was very taken aback.

“Oh… okay then! Thanks Bakubro!” She said as she pushed the door of the bar open and headed inside. Bakugou sighed, he was too soft when it came to you. He looked back at you, practically hanging off him, and fought the urge to sigh again.

Your hair was a mess and your outfit was rumpled, you would also groan occasionally, most definitely from a headache. Being able to be outside and get some fresh air really made you realize how out of it you were, Bakugou noticed as well as you swayed slightly. You looked up and caught Bakugou staring at you, you tilted your head in confusion.

“Wait… ‘Suki? Wha-” Bakugou narrowed his eyes in confusion, waiting for you to say something, “When did you get here? I was inside, and you were… not inside” You stared off into space for a second before coming to, “Woah…”

“You were being stupid, I had to come save your ass from being beat.” Bakugou replied, rolling his eyes, “C’mon, we’re going to the station.”

“Station?”

“Train station.” 

“Ohhh… okay.” You guys stayed quiet until you arrived at the steps of the train station, only minutes away from the bar; Bakugou thought it was better than waiting for an Uber.

“Give me your bag.” Bakugou held his hand out expectantly.

“What? No! You could… steal something!” You said, shaking your head childishly.

“y/n come on! We need to get your IC card to go on the train, then we can go home.” Bakugou said, as if explaining something to a child. You thought for a second.

“Fine, here!” You took your bag off your shoulder and almost shoved it into his hands. He rummaged around before pulling out your wallet. He sighed in relief when he saw your IC card, thankfully, you had it on you at all times. Bakugou pulled out his own and guided you to the gates. 

“Ugh, why wont this stupid thing work?!” You said, scanning your card in the completely wrong place and shoving at the turnstiles. 

“You put it here.” Bakugou guided your hand to the scanner and gave a nudge as an indicator to walk through. He gave an affectionate eye roll when he heard your little ‘woah’. As much as a dumbass you were when you were drunk, he loved being able to take care of you in return for all the time you took care of him.

The carriage was near-empty and, thankfully, silent. Bakugou knew what loudness did to your headaches, and he really didn’t want to experience it right then. Due to the carriage not being busy, you were able to get seats next to each other. 

After the train started, your head naturally fell onto Bakugou’s shoulder. It seemed as though the train ride was too short and too long all at once; the moonlight was illuminating your face and your eyes were closed. He could feel the soft rise and fall when you breathed. Things like this had happened many times before, but Bakugou could never really get over how peaceful and ethereal you looked, despite being very drunk. He felt as though he could stay in that moment forever. 

He looked in the opposite direction so you couldn’t see his blush.

A short walk later and you guys were at the dorms. You stumbled into your room with Bakugou supporting you. 

“Ugh!” You groaned as you collapsed face-down on your bed. Bakugou pinched the bridge of his nose. 

“No, y/n, you have to get ready for bed first before you sleep,” You responded with a groan as Bakugou lifted you up to sit upright, “Wait here.” 

A while later, Bakugou re entered the room with supplies in hand and was pleased to see you hadn’t moved, you were probably too tired to cause any more mayhem. He set the things down on the bed next to you and started to work. “Stay still, okay?” He said, you hummed and nodded slightly as a reply, already half asleep. 

Meanwhile, Bakugou took a cotton pad soaked in make-up remover and wiped it all over your face, then applied the several skincare products you had in what he hoped was the correct order and area. He had watched you enough times to have a basic understanding of your night routine, but still wasn’t quite sure of himself.

After doing your skincare, he walked over to your closet to pick out some comfy pyjamas for you. As he was filing through, he took note of the several hoodies he had previously dubbed missing, however he took one out anyway. He handed you the hoodie, expecting you to know to change. Instead, you made grabby hands at him and whined.

“‘Sukiii, I’m tired.” Bakugou sighed.

“I know, dummy, but you gotta change first, okay?” You grumbled but started to undress, before getting stuck in your clothes and Bakugou needing to help with what seemed like the 100th sigh of the evening.

Finally, you were dressed and Bakugou tucked you into bed, sitting on the covers next to you. He recounted the night, starting with getting a call from Mina saying you got into trouble and were able to fight someone, then running to the bar to save your ass and taking you home. He shook his head slightly.

“And you told me not to get in trouble,” He said, mostly to himself, he thought you were asleep, or just couldn’t understand him at this point.

“It’s not my fault! It was that guy, he was… doing stuff.” You puffed out your cheeks and furrowed your brows. Bakugou gave a small laugh and smile. 

“I know, dumbass.” When he looked back at you, he was met with your closed eyes. He leaned down and kissed your forehead, and before leaving the room, you had woken up just enough to hear him say goodnight.

“I love you, loser.”

bonus - the next day

mina: yo how’d u get to the bar so fast

bakugou: i ran wdym

mina: coolcoolcoolcoolcoolcoolcool

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We’ll rise up

Previously  Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3, Chapter 4, Chapter 5, Chapter 6, Chapter 7, Chapter 8, Chapter 9, Chapter 10, Chapter 11, Chapter 12, Chapter 13  Chapter 14 Chapter 15

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Chapter 16. A missed rendezvous

Claire glanced at the door, then back at Raymond.

“Don’t worry, Madonna, I’m sure he’s as eager in being here as you are. Something must have kept him behind.” 

She didn’t doubt Jamie wanted to meet her and that made the fact that he wasn’t sitting next to her in the dark apothecary all the more disturbing. Claire’s gaze was fixed on the big wooden clock hanging on the wall behind Raymond’s counter and she kept worrying her bottom lip in a failed attempt to distract her mind from worrying. 

“I will wait for half an hour,” he resolved, murmuring more to herself than to inform Raymond. “If he hasn’t arrived till then, I will send Fergus to find Murtagh at the wineshop.”

The minutes came and passed by, like indolent strollers by the Seine on a spring day. The front door opened and closed, and every time a customer got inside Claire’s heart leapt inside her chest. But none of them was Jamie. 

It was an hour later when Claire started for St Antoine, her quick pace barely matching the volley of thoughts firing inside her head. She found Fergus first thing, and he bolted down the street as soon as he knew where he needed to go. 

He wasn’t away for more than an hour, but to Claire, it seemed like an eternity. Maybe two.

“Milady, milady,” he gasped for breath when he returned home. “Milord…” He placed a hand at his side to relieve the stabbing of a stitch. “He wasn’t… Murtagh wasn’t… A man…”

“Fergus, mon chou, stop.” Claire gave him a smile despite her worry. He kept referring to Jamie as Milord, and it was really sweet, if not a hasty deduction. “Take a breath, collect your thoughts.”

The boy opened his mouth as though to deny the offer, but thought better of it and closed it again. A minute later, with the air in his lungs guaranteeing a normal breathing rate, he spoke again. “Milady, I didn’t find Milord or Murtagh. There was another man there, and I know I shouldn’t talk to him but I was curious and you were waiting for an answer and I thought… I thought it wouldn’t matter if I spoke to somebody else if it was only this one time.”

“And what did this man say?” Claire asked, her concern enough to make her overlook Fergus’s disobedience.

“He said Milord and Murtagh weren’t there, and I better don’t go searching for them.”

Claire didn’t know what to make of this. For some strange reason, she expected that Murtagh would be at the shop and she could get her answers. Now she remained in the dark, with both Jamie and Murtagh missing, and she didn’t know what to do. 

“Fergus, I’m afraid I have to ask for another favour,” she said, still unsure if it was wise to ask such a thing from the boy.

“Anything Milady!” Fergus almost jumped with the need to be useful.

“I want you to go to Jamie’s home tomorrow, early in the morning, before Murtagh leaves for work. If Jamie is there, tell him to write to me and wait for his letter. If he’s not but you find Murtagh, ask him if Jamie is alright, and where has he been. Can you do that for me?”

“Oui, oui, Milady! I can go now, I remember the way!”

Claire smiled and ruffled the boy’s curly hair with affection. “I doubt you’ll find him now. We have to wait until tomorrow. Maybe Murtagh and Jamie had to tend to certain issues…” Claire trailed off, thinking of Jamie’s insistence on procuring information regarding Frank Randall.

What if somebody found out and let Frank know? The Scot was a man with a purpose, and a stubborn one to boot. If only he gave up on that. Frank’s servant hadn’t shown up at St Antoine after Claire’s return, as though the single note he’d left was everything he meant to say. 

Be careful.

She hadn’t expected a message like that and she didn’t know what to make of it, but she was sure it wasn’t the threat Jamie read into it. Claire had pondered multiple times on the message and replayed the incident at the park close to Notre Dame in her mind. This was the last time she’d met Randall and he wanted to talk to her. What did he want to say? And why had he insisted so much?

Jamie had defended her back then but Randall couldn’t possibly know about her relationship with him. Thoughts were feeding on her hope like moths in old furniture. What if Frank was behind Jamie’s absence?   

She surveyed her replenished medicine supplies, as though a full kit would somehow heal the dull ache in her heart. With Fergus out to play with his friends, Claire started brewing a chamomile and peppermint tea for Louise’s sore throat. It had been days with her cough not improving a bit, and she often complained of headaches. 

Claire had already boiled the water when three heavy knocks on her wooden door reverberated in the silent room. She patted her dress absentmindedly and prepared herself for the worst.

What that worst could be, she didn’t know. The world was giving her so many options to choose from, these days. Wounds from fights, from accidents, festered ones that nobody had tended to for days, fresh ones still oozing blood.

What she hadn’t expected was to see Murtagh outside her door, alive and well albeit with dishevelled hair and a sheen of sweat covering his brow.

“What happened?” The words were out of her mouth before she could control herself. “Come in,” she invited hastily, stepping at the side to free the way. 

The man gave an indiscernible sound and joined her inside the room. “Claire,” he started, the ‘r’ of her name rolling on his tongue in an achingly familiar way. “I need ye to be calm and not overreact about what ye’re going to hear.” 

“Well, this introduction surely doesn’t help,” she commented with a frown.

The corner of Murtagh’s mouth curled up at her retort, but his face soon became sombre again. 

“Jamie didn’t come at the apothecary today. We had a rendezvous and he missed it,” Claire prompted him.

“Aye, I ken. And a good reason he had,” Murtagh murmured. “Look, Claire. Jamie never showed at the wineshop yesterday morning, as he was supposed to. He hadn’t come back home the night before, either.”

“Why? Where is he?” she interrupted again but her voice was no more than a whisper. 

“As I said, we lost track of him two days ago. He passed by the wineshop but Jared didna need him to stay. He looked fine, Jared said, and was supposed to come home, but he never did. I found out the morning after, foul that I am. He’d just gone to meet Annalise and it never occurred to me to checked that he’d returned.

“Murtagh, you couldn’t possibly know…”

“But I should, shouldna I? In any case, I did few things the past two days apart from searching for him, lass. I found him a few hours ago. They,” he hesitated, running a hand over his brow to wipe off a nervous drop of sweat. “They got him, Claire. He’s been held at La Force Prison.”

Claire was pretty sure that the earth kept spinning around itself and continued its well-timed rotation around the sun, that people kept going on with their everyday chores, that children kept laughing, and babes kept crying as they searched for their mothers’ breasts. Still, the world seemed to stop for her; a pause in life, an interminable empty moment that gradually got filled with the echo of Murtagh’s announcement and a stabbing pain in her chest. 

She knew what being imprisoned meant. There was no court, no order or procedure ensuring a hearing for the captives. There was no chance for them to prove their innocence, to claim a truth as their own or fake a lie and hope their deliverance was masterful enough to secure them a chance in life. 

Revolution demanded heads with no form or ceremonies. It craved for flesh like a vulture circling the dead. Cruel and forceful, justice was tainted blood-red and had a metallic taste that seemed to linger in your nostrils no matter how hard you breathed in clean air after leaving the scene.

Captives got executed. As simple as it was unrelenting. Sometimes it was a straightforward decapitation. Others, a disgraceful hanging. But at the worst of times, a public execution asked for the breaking wheel, and with the breaking of the bones came the most inhumane cheers from the crowd that turned into a mob ignorant of the fact that it could be them instead of the condemned ones – that it could still be them, the next day or the day after that.

No one was safe. Jamie hadn’t come at the apothecary because he was held in prison.

His public walks with Annalise. His house close to Champs-Élysées. Working in a prosperous wineshop. His refusal to kill the little boy at the Comte’s manor house.  

Jamie was going to die.

They would kill him without batting an eyelash because Jamie was not a person anymore. He represented everything they hated and they would make an example out of him. 

Jamie wouldn’t look at her with that lopsided smile of his again. He wouldn’t laugh again, or kiss her, or hold her in his arms. No one would whisper in her curls or call her Sassenach with such tenderness and love. She would lose him because this was the Revolution and it was as unfair as just. Because this was men’s excuse for cruelty. 

“Lass? Lass?” Claire’s unfocused eyes found Murtagh’s again and she regretfully realized that he was as lost as she. 

“What are we going to do?” she asked, wishing the man to give her a plan, to help her out of that deadlock and force her to act. “We need to do something, quick. I can’t lose him, I can’t.”

“I tried to see him, but they didna let me. Maybe if you go…”

She grabbed his hand and walked to the door but Murtagh planted his heels on the floor, jolting her back. 

“What?” she demanded, impatient and irritated.

“If they see you there, wanting to visit him, you risk being tracked down here as a collaborator.”

“People trust me here,” Claire replied, setting her jaw. 

“And we thought they trusted Jamie, but look where he is now. I won’t risk ye getting hurt, lass. He wouldna forgive me that.”

“Won’t,” she corrected him, and when she noticed his confused face, explained herself. “He won’t forgive you. He’s not dead and he’s not going to die as long as it’s in my power.”

“I dinna ken what’s in our power, but ye’re not coming back here if you visit the lad at La Force.” 

Claire thought about it for a long moment. “No, I’m coming back,” she said at last. “If I won’t, it will be like signing off my own sentence, admitting I’m guilty. I’ll come back and I’ll find a way to get him out.”

Murtagh didn’t seem to agree but had apparently decided not to insist on his objection for the moment. They left the room less than a minute later. Fergus was playing around the corner and ran to Claire the moment he spotted her and Murtagh.

“Milady! Murtagh told me that Milord is fine!”

A quick glance at Murtagh, and Claire tried to seem as unaffected by the news as she could be. “Right,” she said and coughed to clear her throat. “I’m going to meet him now, seeing as he missed our rendezvous.”

“Can I come with you?” the boy pleaded. “Please? I want to see him too.” 

“Next time, mon chou. I need you to… to…”

“Keep an eye open for anything out of place around here,” Murtagh supplied and Claire silently thanked him for his quick thinking. There wasn’t much to keep the boy away apart from his sense of duty.

“If the sun sets and I’m not back, come to Murtagh’s house,” she directed. “Carefully.”

“Oui,” Fergus nodded seriously. “Like a shadow.” He grinned, proud of his skill. “Will you tell Milord I took good care of you?”

Murtagh chuckled despite the graveness of their situation. Claire promised Fergus that she would and ruffled the boy’s riotous curls, so much like her own. With a last stifling hug that would embarrass any boy if it came from a parent but left Fergus only squeezing back, Claire whispered, “À Bientôt, love,” and left the neighbourhood following Murtagh’s steps.

Chapter 17

[of-a-chaotic-mind]

Stay

Summary: The reader stops at a bar on her way home from a case, but runs into Sam and Dean Winchester. She and Dean have history.

TW/CW: Dean Winchester x Reader, Bobby’s Daughter!Reader, Some angst, some swearing, some alcohol, and some eluding to sex.

A/N: I decided fluff it, I’m gonna write some Supernatural stuff. If this does well I’ll write more. I didn’t work on the new Bucky series yet because I’m gonna finish up The Ace first before I start another series. Hope you guys enjoy!

Your POV

    I step out of my beautiful, black 1967 Dodge Challenger and can already hear the music booming inside the bar. I brush my hair out of my face and pull it back in a messy bun in attempts to keep it clean. I make my way inside and begin scanning the room as soon as I step in. I beeline for the bar and ask the bartender for a whiskey. As I finish scanning the crowd of people, I notice a familiar pair of brothers. I choose to leave them be and take a sip of my whiskey.

    As I finish my drink, some ballsy douchebag in a black t-shirt and ripped jeans steps up beside me and lays his hand on my waist. I swat his hand away and pay him no attention as I order another whiskey. He throws his arm over my shoulders and whines, “Come on, Baby. Don’t you want a man to protect you?”

    Before I can pop off a witty rejection, another man speaks up and I instantly recognize the voice, “She has a man to protect her. Back off before I drop kick your ass into next year.” Taking the hint, the guy leaves and Dean takes a seat beside me, “How’ve you been? We haven’t seen you since the funeral.” I shrug as another arm is thrown around my shoulders and I tense to swing a fist. I’m stopped when I realize who it is.  

    Sam grins wide and remarks, “Yeah you could’ve come with us. We have plenty of room in the bunker.”

    “I needed to get out and be on my own for a bit, but I’ve been good,” I answer.

    As Sam and I catch up, I don’t even notice the look of disappointment on Dean’s face. I lose track of time and eventually we are being kicked out because the bar is closing. As we exit the bar and head for my car, Sam excitedly yells, “This is your new car? Damn, this is nice.”

    Dean doesn’t look impressed, “Come on, Sam.” Dean gets in the car and cranks it as Sam turns to me, “I wonder what’s gotten into him. Oh well, I guess we’ll see you around. You should stop by the bunker sometime.”

    I nod as he hugs me goodbye. The brothers leave and I’m left to wonder why Dean was so absent and quiet this evening. I get in my car and head for my motel room. I have a long drive ahead of me tomorrow so I need some sort of rest.  

    The next morning, I wake with a headache. I stumble through my room trying to get dressed and then gather my things. I decide to stop by the diner across the road for coffee and breakfast. When I walk in, Sam perks up in his seat and waves me over.

    I plop down into the booth next to Dean and shoot Sam a look that says, “Go back to your research.” I elbow Dean and try to read his face. He ignores me and continues sipping his coffee.

    Sam laughs, “You know he’s a no talkie before coffee kind of guy, (Y/n).”

    I shrug as the waitress walks up to take my order. I order a coffee with waffles and double bacon. As she walks away, I return my attention to Dean, “Seriously, man. What’s up with you? You acted like we were 10 again last night, like you hated my guts again.”

    He looks at me as he finally puts his coffee down, “I asked you how you’d been and you didn’t even answer me, you answered Sam. Then, you continued to talk to Sam and it was like I wasn’t even there.”

    I lay my head on his shoulder, “I’m sorry, Dean. I didn’t mean to. You know Sammy and I have always been really good friends.”

    Sam clears his throat, “I know a way you could make it up to him, (Y/n).”

    Dean and I answer simultaneously, “Oh?”

    Sam chuckles as he turns his laptop around to show us something, “I found a case. You could come with us. I promise to let Dean have some of your attention,” he finishes teasingly.

    I look up at Dean as if to ask his opinion and he speaks up, “Like I said, I haven’t seen you since the funeral. It would be nice to catch up and hang out, even if it is during a case.”

    I smile, “Then it’s settled, I’m in.”  

    At this point the waitress is coming my way with my food. Upon its arrival, I dig in and am full in no time. As Dean and I catch up, I find myself thinking back to when we were all younger. My dad, Bobby, would keep Sam and Dean every now and then. More often than not, John was stopping in any way to look through dad’s lore books. That’s back when Dean and I hated each other. Up until we were about 16, he and I were always arguing or fighting or both. Sam on the other hand was always my best friend. When I wasn’t fussing with Dean, I was reading through lore with Sam. I miss the good old days.

    After a while, we decide it’s time to head out for the case. Our plan is to drop my car off at the bunker, let them restock their bags and supplies, and then head out all together in Baby. As I follow behind Dean, I think back to the last time I saw them. It was dad’s funeral.  

    We had all gone out for drinks at a local bar. The next morning, I found myself tangled up in the sheets with Dean. We never spoke of it but it wasn’t the first time and it probably wouldn’t be the last. I remember him trying to convince me to stay at the bunker and hunt with him and Sam but I couldn’t. When it was obvious that I’d made my mind up, Dean let me go but told me to call him if I ever needed anything.

    That was 3 years ago. I could never bring myself to go back. I was always afraid he’d given up on me. I couldn’t face him. I tried and tried to find someone to replace him but failed miserably.  

    My thoughts continue to stay in the past and after several hours, we are pulling into a garage. I drag my mind back to the present as I get out of the car and gather my things. I throw my duffle bag and backpack into the back seat of Baby before following the guys into the bunker.

    As I find myself inside an amazing building, I look around in awe. The bunker is nothing like I thought it would be. The guys make their way to their rooms to get whatever they came for as I am left to look around. Moments later, Dean enters the room. For a split second I can see the hurt in his eyes but he quickly looks away.

    He clears his throat before asking softly so Sam won’t hear, “You never came back. You didn’t even keep in touch.”

    “I know. I’m sorry. I just had a lot on my mind. I-I didn’t want to be in the way,” I say as I kick the toe of my boot into the floor softly.

    “You wouldn’t have been in the way. If anything… If anything it would’ve saved me the worry. I never stopped thinking about you and I regret letting you leave everyday.” I’m left speechless as he moves forward and wraps me into a hug before continuing, “I loved you. Ever since that first kiss when we were 16. I never stopped loving you, not even when you walked out that door the morning after the funeral. Please don’t leave this time.”

    I can hear the sorrow in his voice. He’s almost begging me to stay. I wipe the few tears I had let fall on his shirt and nod, “I’ll stay.”

Masterlists

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The Principal’s Office Part Nine~ Grayson Dolan

Overview: (Y/F/N) (Y/L/N) was the new 5th-grade history teacher at The Dolan’s Private academy in New Jersey. She moved from across the country to teach at the school. On the first day, an unexpected visitor stops by her classroom to check in on her. What happened when they fall head over heels for each other?

Warnings: Fluff 🙂

(Y/N) knew that around the fall season going into winter that it was commonly know as flu season. She prepared ahead of time, by buying tons of Lysol, hand sanitizer, and even got a flu shot even though in reality those never helped her before. It seemed like everyday a different student was out with the flu. She didn’t think she would catch it if she was extremely careful but boy was she wrong. So now it’s Friday and it’s her lunch period. She has her head resting on her arms as she placed her head on her desk. Her body was burning up, her head was spinning, her stomach was aching, and her throat burned.

“Woah, Princess, are you okay?” Grayson asked walking in with the lunch bags from Wendy’s as he had decided to buy them lunch today. He placed the bags down on a students desk and walked to her side of the desk and placed his hand on her back.

“Holy shit, (Y/N), you are burning up,” he said and rubbed her back up and down soothingly.

“Gray, I really don’t feel good, my head aches and my stomach feels like it’s having a war with itself, and my throat hurts,” she said hoarsely as she raised her head from the desk, revealing her flushed out face.

“Princess, I’m gonna have my secretary call a sub in for you and I am going to schedule you a doctors appointment. Just get your things together so I can take you baby.” He said rubbing her back before pulling out his phone calling his secretary.

“Good Afternoon Mrs. Mendoza, can you please get a sub in for Ms.(Y/L/N)? She’s extremely sick and is going to go to the doctor, thank you so much, have a wonderful day now,” he said and hung up.

“Okay princess, they got a sub on the way, let me take you home first so you can get changed into some comfortable clothes and then I’ll call your doctor for you and we can go,” he said and helped her stand up from her chair.

She held on to him as they walked out of the school, not caring who saw them at this moment. She felt like she was dying. Her held the door open for her and helped her to his car.

“I’m gonna drive you and Eth and I can come back later and get your car, I don’t want you driving right now,” he said. Of course he had to bring his baby blue Porsche that (Y/N) definitely did not want to accidentally throw up in.

She knew it was better for her not to argue her point of why they should take her car so she just nodded and got in the passenger side. She leaned her head against the cold window and had the air vent pointed directly at her. Grayson carefully sped to get to (Y/N)’s house and when he got there he helped her out of the car and into her house. He helped her in her bedroom and sat her down on her bed and walked into her closet and grabbed her a pair of soft leggings and an oversized hoodie. He helped her change.

“I’m going to call the doctor, you just lay back and relax?” Grayson said as he pulled his phone out of his pocket and called the local urgent care opened. She just nodded and curled up in her comforter. She felt as if her whole body was collapsing.

“Yes, I need to schedule an appointment for my girlfriend. Her name is (Y/F/N) (Y/L/N). She’s running a fever, she has chills, she’s nauseous, and has a major headache. Yes ma’am, okay thank you, bye,” Grayson spoke with the receptionist on the phone.

“Okay princess, I got you a doctors appointment but there is about an hour wait. They are going to call me back when it’s good for us to head up there okay my love.” Grayson said laying down beside her in bed and pulling her to his chest.

He was still in his suit from work because he didn’t have time to change before he left and he didn’t have any spare clothes over at her house at this current moment.

“Thank you Gray, i love you,” she sniffled, nuzzling into his chest.

“No problem princess, it’s my job to take care of you,” he said and they turned on Lilo and Stitch on the TV to pass time. About 15 minutes later, Grayson’s phone began to ring.

“That was quick,” he said with a laugh as he answered his phone. His face automatically dropped as the other person on the phone spoke.

“What do you mean, a bunch of fifth graders got in a fight? I’ll be up there soon, okay, thank you, bye,” Grayson said with a sigh as he hung up.

“I’m so sorry Princess but I have to go and deal with this, apparently it was really bad. I’m going to call Ethan and see if he can take you for me and if he can’t than I’ll call my mom and see if she can take you,” Grayson said as he took a deep sigh.

He felt terrible, his princess was sick and he couldn’t take her to see what was wrong with her because some fifth graders got into a fight and he knew he would be up there for a few hours talking with parents and filing reports. He picked up his phone and scrolled for his brothers number. He trusted him enough to take his princess to the doctor and if Ethan was too busy then he would call his next most trusted person; his mom.

“Hey E, (Y/N) got sick and I took her home in my car so hers is still at the school. I was planning on taking her to the doctor but some fifth graders started a huge fight and I have to go tend to all that. If you are not busy do you mind taking her and then staying with her. I don’t want her to be alone.” Grayson said through the phone. He had walked in the other room so that (Y/N) could rest.

“Yeah, sure thing man, it was a half day today for the high school, so I’m already at home, I’ll head over there now man,” Ethan said through the phone.

“Thank you so much man, this means a lot. Hopefully it doesn’t take too long. I owe you brother,” Grayson said as he hung up.

“Okay princess, Ethan will be here any minute to pick you up and then take you to your doctors appointment. He’s also going to stick around until I can get back so that someone is taking care of you,” Grayson said.

“Thank you Gray, I mean I can take care of myself but *cough* I’m glad *cough cough* that you care *coughs intensely*,” she said hoarsely.

“I just want someone to make sure you are okay at all times, you don’t sound well. Well I’ve got to go princess, I love you and I’ll be back as soon as possible. Text me what the doc says,” he says kissing the top of her head, since she was sick, he didn’t want to kiss her on the lips no matter how bad he truly wanted to.

“Love you too, Gray,” she said as she snuggled back into the couch.

Grayson left and 20 minutes later, the doorbell rang. She got up and threw on a pair of house shoes and grabbed her purse. She opened the front door.

“Wow you do look as bad as Grayson said, come on let’s get you to the doc,” Ethan said and helped her to his Tesla.

“Thanks Ethan, it’s nice to see you too,” she said sarcastically with a hoarse laugh.

Ethan laughed as well and got into the drivers side. He drove her to the doctors and helped her get out of the car. She walked in and signed herself in and filled out all the paperwork before sitting in the chair beside Ethan’s and waited for her name to be called.

“(Y/F/N) (Y/L/N),” the nurse called and (ay/an) stood up.

“Do you want me to come with you?” Ethan asked and all she did was nod and he followed behind her.

They did all the basics such as height, weight, blood pressure, temperature, and pulse. The nurse led them back into the room and told (Y/N) that the doctor would see her soon.

“I hate doctors offices,” Ethan said as he played a game on his phone. He sat down in the spare chair in the room.

“Why?” (Y/N) asked sitting on the bench.

“You wait forever for them to see you for about 10 minutes and then you’re done,” Ethan said with a roll of his eyes. Another nurse walked in and put on a pair of gloves.

“The doc wants to know a few things before he sees you,” she said as she grabbed a few swabs. (Y/N) nodded and waited for the questions.

“When was the date of your last period?” The nurse asked. Ethan’s face went extremely flushed and he stared directly at his phone attempting to tune out the nurses questions.

“Last week,” (Y/N) said and opened her mouth for the nurse to swab the back of her throat.

“Are you sexually active?” The nurse asked with no regards to Ethan sitting in the chair.

“Yes,” (Y/N) coughed out as the nurse removed the swab.

“I assumed since he’s here that you were,” the nurse said with a smile and (Y/N) let out a laugh.

“Oh no, that’s my boyfriends brother, he came along because my boyfriend got called in to an emergency at work,” (Y/N) said and the nurse turned flush.

“I’m so sorry,” she said as she swabbed the inside of (Y/N)‘s nose. She took the swabs to run tests on the flu and strep.

“Well that was awkward,” (y/n) said with a laugh.

“Next time Grayson can’t come he better send Cameron instead of me because that was too much information right there,” Ethan said as he played his game.

The doctor walked in a few minutes later and introduced himself as Dr. Moreno and shook our hands.

“Good evening Ms (Y/L/N) and not her boyfriend,” the doctor said with a laugh as he referenced the nurses incident earlier.

“It seems like you have caught the flu, so I’m going to prescribed you some tamaflu and some other antibiotics and you should be good within the next four days. I’ll have my nurses write you a work excuse at the front desk. I’m sending the medicine to your pharmacy on file. I hope you get better and come back if things get worse,” Dr. Moreno said as he walked out of the room.

“See I told you, they keeping you waiting for hours for a simple 10 minute talk with the doctor,” Ethan said as he stood up and helped (Y/N) off of the bench. She went and paid and got all the paperwork from the receptionist. When she got back into Ethan’s car, she texted Grayson.

To Gray 💍💕: hey baby, the doctor said it’s just the flu and prescribed me some meds that E and I are going to get now as well as some soup. I hope everything is going well, I love you and I’ll see you soon. We’ve got some funny stories to tell you from the doctors office.

Ethan pulled into the parking lot of where the pharmacy was and helped (Y/N) out and into the store. She picked up her medicine as well as some Gatorades and a few cans of chicken noodle soup. She paid for it all and then began heading back home. Her phone buzzed as she saw Grayson had texted her back.

From Gray💍💕: I’m sorry princess that you have the flu. I’m almost through filing these reports and then I’ll be on my way to your house. Can’t wait to hear these stories. I love you baby girl and I’ll see you soon 😘

(Y/n) smiled at Graysons text and put her phone back in her purse. Ethan pulled into her driveway and got out. (Y/N) began making herself some Chicken Noodle Soup as Ethan sat up Monsters University on the TV in the living room. She poured herself a bowl and curled herself into the “L” part of her couch. She was buried under her big fluffy blanket as she ate the food. Ethan prepares her meds in the kitchen for her to take after she finished eating. (Y/N) brought her bowl into the kitchen and placed it back in the sink before hurrying back to burry herself within her warm cocoon of blankets. Ethan walked over with all her meds and a blue Gatorade.

“Come on, (Y/N), you’ve got to take you medicine so your boyfriend doesn’t kill me,” Ethan said as he hand her her medicine as she uncurled herself from her cocoon of blankets. She took the medicine with a disgusted face and twisted the cap back on the Gatorade and placed it on the coffee table. She cuddled her pillow as she watched the movie.

Grayson went to his house quickly after getting done with work to change and grab his weekend bag. Once he grabbed his bag and changed he rushed back over to (Y/N)’s house. He walked in to find his girlfriend curled into a cocoon of blankets, snuggling into a body pillow watching Monsters University while his brother sat in the recliner watching the movie as well. When (Y/N) heard her front door she looked up and found her gorgeous boyfriend. She raised her arms signaling she wanted him to come over and hug her. He walked over and hugged her before giving his brother a hug as well. He sat down by (Y/N) and placed her head in his lap, running his fingers through her hair.

“Thank you so much E,” Grayson said as he continued to run his fingers through (y/n)’s hair.

“No problem man, tell me about this fight.” Ethan said as he reclined in the chair.

“Apparently two fifth grade boys got into a argument over a girl. One kid swung and then the other one swung back and then the friends joined and I had a lot of reports to file. I swear why are fifth graders worried about relationships.” Grayson said as he rolled his eyes.

“Try high school my dude, I swear I write reports like it’s nothing. If it’s not a fight or drugs it’s because a kid was bullied. I’m desensitized to teenage problems at this point.” Ethan said with a chuckle.

“Now princess you said you had some funny stories to tell me from the doctors. I’m all ears,” Grayson said with a smile as he looked her in the eyes.

“The nurse lady started asking routine questions for a woman such as when was your last period and if you are sexually active because they have to consider pregnancy as an option so I answered both truthfully and she was like I assumed you were since he’s sitting in her. She thought Ethan was my boyfriend and I laughed. Ethan was so red and so was the nurse. I then explained that Ethan was your brother and it was just funny as shit.” (Y/N) said with a laugh as she rolled over and continued to watch the movie.

“Yeah dude, next time you can’t take her, have Cameron or mom go because I heard too much today.” Ethan said with a laugh as he was scrolling through his phone.

“Noted,” Grayson said as he bent over and kissed (Y/N) on the forehead before continuing to watch the movie as well.

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Wow I missed writing! I want to personally apologize for my inactivity lately. I’ve been facing a writers block and mental block for the past few days and it’s prevented me from writing something I enjoy. Now I’m back and this time I’m not going to burn myself out so updates will be not everyday as I did before but every other day. As always I hope you enjoy this chapter! Part 10 should be written in a few days as well as Chapter Nine of Panic Room should be out by this weekend. If you have any feedback, requests, concepts, or asks, let me know. I love you guys 🥺😊💛

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Mealybugs

Send me a random word and I will attempt to write a Hurt/Comfort Fic containing/based on it. My Fic Masterlist

Word: Sick - Submitted by @3amthebitchinghour! 

Summary: Roman couldn’t deny the fact that he’d found Patton’s seemingly unjustified concern to be somewhat endearing at first... but now things were quickly getting out of hand...

If only Roman had known why Patton felt so protective over him, it could have saved the pair oh-so much heartache. 

Warnings: Mild illness/fever. Very brief Remus mention.

Pairings: Platonic Royality. (Can be interpreted as romantic.)

Word Count: 3,595

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Roman couldn’t deny the fact that he’d found Patton’s seemingly unjustified concern to be somewhat endearing at first. Despite his well-sown fear of appearing both feeble and childish, there was just something about the dad Side’s ever-blossoming kindness that chipped away at the prince’s protective thorns until he was nothing more than a delicate collection of crimson rose petals in the botanist’s careful hands.

Perhaps to Patton, Roman was little more than a single clipped rose, powerless to fight off the tender love and care that he had deemed the prince beautiful enough to be deserving of. Still, Roman had enjoyed every last moment he’d spent simply being a part of his friend’s heavenly garden. Every day he’d let his roots embed themselves further and further into the soil until there was seemingly no moving him, and every day his friend would come by to perform his routine check-up.

“It’s always a pleasure to see you flourishing, kiddo!” his friend would chirp with a carefree smile.

But even the most attentive of botanists will one day see their flowers wilt. Even the most well-tended gardens can become victims of disease. And when this happens, perhaps one of the worst things you can possibly do for an already suffering rose is overwater it.

In the beginning, the whole thing had seemed as innocent as a timid field mouse cautiously poking its head up to greet the cold evening breeze. True, you typically wouldn’t want to see any type of rodent rummaging around in your garden, but there had just been something so careful and genuine in Patton’s eyes that had made the man seem far sweeter than any succulent berry he could possibly steal away.

Besides, Patton had been Roman’s faithful botanist, not some common thief. The prince knew there was nothing in this world that his friend would intentionally deprive him of. However, the intention doesn’t always match the outcome, and one simple observation was all it took to set off a rather unfortunate series of events.

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“Oh, kiddo… you’re sick,” Patton had commented, concern dripping from his voice like melted ice-cream.

“Oh, Padre, you’re too kind,” Roman had joked back, hoping against all odds that he could bury the dad Side’s concern with his quick wit.

But Patton’s heart was not so easily satisfied.

“What in Thomas’ name do you think you’re doing out of bed? You should be resting.”

The prince sighed before answering, “It’s just a passing cold, Patty-cakes. There’s no need for you to be getting your buns in such a twist.”

“You leave my buns out of this, little mister,” Patton countered, taking a step forward and gently placing his hand on the ill man’s already damp forehead.

Looking back, perhaps the moment Roman instinctively let himself melt into the touch of the moral Side’s cool hand was the moment he’d sealed his fate.

The botanist’s persistent supervision began not long after that.

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It had all started with a humble offering of chicken soup.

“Now you just lie here, Roman, and I’ll serve you up one of my very own Patton-patented pawsitively palatable poultry plates in just one moment!”

“Now look who’s paid a visit to the alliteration station!”

Then came the many cutesy looking coffee mugs, almost all of which contained some different variation of Healthline’s ‘Top 10 Healthiest Herbal Teas You Just Have to Try!’

“As the wise Uncle Iroh once said: Sharing tea with a fascinating stranger is one of life’s true delights!”

“Padre… we’ve known each other for almost thirty years.”

“And yet this dashing prince simply never fails to fascinate me!”

And who could forget all of those simple yet tedious everyday tasks that Patton had offered to fulfil in Roman’s steed?

“Oh, most sweet and noble knight of mine… are you absolutely certain that this quest I have assigned to you won’t prove itself far too time-consuming or demanding?”

The moral Side chuckled faintly at that.

“My liege, I can assure you there’s nothing to worry about. I’ll see to it that Master Thomas gets his chance to rehearse this afternoon, and that the last of the required props are picked up from Ye Olde Hobby Lobby in plenty of time for supper!”

“You have my eternal gratitude.”

“And you, my tissues.”

One could easily argue that the feverish prince had been entirely too willing to comply with the botanist’s generous wishes during those first two days, but how was he to know just how overbearing his friend would become over the course of the next seventy-two hours?

It had all started with Patton’s refusal to let Roman prepare his own toast.

“It’s just a simple slice of toast, Doctor Ramsay,” Roman bantered, “And if it’s any consolation I’ll promise not to cut the bread with my sword this time – Prince’s Honour!”

“Kiddo, you shouldn’t be handling food at all while you’re not well; that’s how you end up spreading germs.”

“To whom? Myself?”

“You never know, Roman. Please… just leave all of the cooking to me for now. I can have everything done within five minutes.”

Then came the many unnecessary yet incessant visits to Roman’s room that Patton would make throughout the day.

“Knock, knock!”

“Oh, I wonder who could possibly be there?” Roman drawled.

Patton giggled weakly at that.

“Just your happy-chappy pappy checking up on someone sappy!”

“Somehow I don’t think I’m the sappy one here, Patton.”

And how could Roman ever overlook the fact that he’d practically been put on strict bedrest for multiple days when there were so many other things he’d rather be doing to elevate his growing boredom?

“Listen, nurse… I understand you’re just trying to look out for me, but I can’t see any good reason as to why I shouldn’t be allowed to go and play ‘Mario Kart’ with the court jester. I feel like I’ve done nothing these past few days, and besides, my temperature barely even meets the criteria for a fever anymore.”

“First of all, we’ve already spoken about you referring to Virgil as the ‘court jester.’ Second of all, the reason your health has been improving is because you’ve taken the time to do nothing. Thirdly, Roman you’re far too competitive to be playing videogames right now. You’ll just end up psyching yourself up too much and making your headache so much worse.”

The prince had done his best to tolerate this sort of treatment for five whole days before allowing himself to finally admit the obvious: Patton wasn’t his knight in shining armour; he was the dragon-witch responsible for keeping him locked up in a tower.

He knew confrontation was inevitable if he wanted to see the outside world again anytime soon - Too long now had he been kept inside of a restrictive vase as opposed to an open flowerbed. Still, going into the discussion, Roman had downright dreaded dealing with the resistance he would surely be met with from his fellow Side. Of course, he knew the moral Side would never be mad at him for standing his ground, but if he didn’t want his friend to worry then he felt he’d still have to prepare a solid rebuttal.

The creative Side had braced himself for his moral counterpart’s troubling frown. He’d fully anticipated his friend’s most frequently recycled justifications and prepared what he considered to be an adequate counterargument for each. Heck, the prince had even taken the liberty of preparing an evidence casefile should the dad Side ever demand to see proof of his ongoing recovery.

“Behold! The piece of evidence that clearly contradicts the witness’ testimony!” Roman rehearsed, finger pointing rather dramatically at his bedroom mirror, “If you take a good look at this thermometer, you’ll see that my temperature read as 98.6F this morning. Mr Sanders, you claimed I couldn’t leave the room for as long as I have a fever, but this device clearly shows I now have a perfectly normal body temperature!”

Undoubtedly Roman had done enough preparation to ensure that even a man as tight-lipped as Logan couldn’t help but feel proud of his work. If only history had been kind enough to repeat itself, then perhaps the creative Side could have even found himself standing in the middle of another ‘Sherlock Holmes Fan-Fic’ type situation.

However, there had been one rather unfortunate series of developments that the prince had not fully fortified himself for – one that had proven itself to be far more regrettable than unlikely, and one that the prince would have no choice but to embrace as he failed to sway the conversation back in his favour.

For within mere minutes of opening his carefully planned, well-constructed and adequately researched argument, both the poor over-watered wilting rose, and his apparently not-so-attentive botanist had completely abandoned their cool demeanours in exchange for a far more contentious persona.

“Roman, please, just be reasonable,” the dad Side pleaded, arms outstretched in a halting motion as he took yet another step back towards Roman’s doorway.

“Oh, my stars!” the aforementioned Side proclaimed incredulously, “Do my ears deceive me? Or is that truly ‘The Hypocrite of the West Coast’ sincerely asking me to be more reasonable?”

Had the man standing before the prince been anyone but his favourite fatherly figure, then surely he would have pressed him on the long sigh he just let out.

“Kiddo, I understand why you’re upset, but you know I’d never try to deter you like this if I didn’t think it was absolutely necessary. I hate seeing you cooped up in here just as much as you do!”

“Then why won’t you set me free?”

“Because I believe-”

“Oh yes, because you believe it’s the right thing to do, don’t you? That’s always what it seems to come down to at the end of the day! Everything in the entire Thomas-sphere has to revolve around what Morality thinks is right and wrong! Honestly, what have the rest of us ever done to deserve a seat at the table?”

The moral Side’s entire body seemed to tense at that, his breath hitching as though he were trying to force some unsavoury words back down his own agitated throat. Tears were now threatening to spill from the corners of his eyes, yet his gaze remained almost perfectly fixed.

“Roman…”

“No! I don’t want to hear it, Pat! I’m sick and tired of listening to what you have to say!”

“You’re sick and tired, full stop, Roman! Please, you should really just go back to bed while I-”

“While you do what, Patton? Are you planning on tucking me back into bed again? Perhaps you could infantilise me even further by reading me another bedtime story, or- Oh! I know! Why don’t you go and prepare me yet another bowl of your infamous chicken soup? I’m not sure the first couple-hundred bowls have made me entirely anti-poultry yet!”

Undoubtedly, hunched up shoulders and pointedly narrowed eyes weren’t a particularly good look on the usually oh-so-cheery dad Side, but he simply couldn’t help the fact that his composure was shrivelling up so fast.

“If you really want to get me out of your hair so badly, then why won’t you just let me take care of you? The sooner I can get you healthy again, the sooner I can leave you to your own devices!”

“Because it’s not your job to take care of me, padre!” the prince snapped back, this time sounding utterly exasperated. “I’m not some delicate little flower that you should feel obligated to attend to! You’re not my designated botanist! You… You know what you are? What you really are, Pat? You’re just some aggravating little mealybug that’s latched onto my leaves that now adamantly refuses to let go! You’re sucking the life out of me, Pat, and it’s causing me to wilt! How on Earth do you expect me to stand it?”

With those words, the last of the moral Side’s composure finally slipped away.

“I don’t know, Roman! How do you expect me to cope with losing Creativity again?”

The words had come barrelling out of his mouth before he could even think to stop himself, and the tears don’t fall too far behind.

The room fell completely silent in an instant, bar the sound of the dad Side’s sombre hiccups.

Try as Patton might, he genuinely couldn’t help the feeling that he was being cruelly suffocated and torn apart from the inside. It felt as though someone had forced him to swallow an entire packet of dandelion seeds, and now the unwelcome plant was blooming, stems sprouting painfully from the pit of his stomach before forcing its way up through his throat, and finally bursting out dramatically from his silently screaming mouth. It seemed that no matter how hard the botanist had tried to suppress this unruly weed, the truth was always destined to come to light in some horrific way.

“Patton…?” Roman hesitantly asked, his previous shouting voice having been replaced by an almost-whisper.

The man in question only let a single choked sob escape before continuing to speak…

“…He was just like you, you know…” he blurted out, voice sounding unnaturally strained from trying to suppress his own emotions. His eyes were now utterly transfixed on the floor, almost as if he were willing it to magically open up and swallow him whole.

The prince audibly gulped as he mentally prepared himself for the question he’d inevitably have to ask, regardless of whether or not he already knew the answer.

“Who was, Pat?”

Another choked sob escaped; this time followed by a long, shaky, uneven breath. The question seemed to hang in the air far too uncomfortably for far too long as one Side watched the other pathetically curl in on himself.

“The King,” Patton eventually rasped out, words slicing through the tension in the air so swiftly and so grotesquely they almost seemed to mimic the actions of a rusty lawn mower blade.

Roman could practically hear the machine whirring around inside his head.

“He told us all it was just a cold – That he’d be perfectly fine if we just left him alone for a few hours…”

“Patton…”

“He told us all to just go out and play… He promised us he’d come and join us as soon as he was feeling better… At the time none of us even realised that would be our last chance to run around in the garden together… Our last chance to marvel at the early Spring flowers together… Our last chance to weave intricate little flower crowns together with the King… and so we missed it… We missed our final chance to say ‘goodbye’ and then he was just… gone…”

As the well finally overflooded, allowing for two long streams to suddenly pour down the older Side’s fiercely flushed face, the young prince swore he could feel his own still beating heart immediately split in two.

“Patton,” he tried again, “Surely you don’t blame yourself for any of that. I highly doubt there’s anything you could have done to prevent such a fate from befalling the old Creativity – and even if there had have been, you couldn’t have possibly known any better!”

“I could have been by his side!” Patton snapped back, punctuating his words by gripping his upper arms even tighter. “I knew one of my friends was sick and I did nothing to help him! Worse than that, Roman, I left him alone to play hopscotch.”

“Darling, it’s not your fault for having such faith in an old friend. He was the one who told you to give him some space! You were only doing what was asked of you!”

A sudden wave of realisation swiftly struck down the prince’s confidence the moment he heard those words aloud.

“Oh, my dear little heart…” he cooed as he watched his shaking friend visibly shrink. “I’m so sorry, Pat… I didn’t mean to-”

“No… No, you don’t have anything to apologise for…” Patton sniffled as he tried to stand up properly. “I… I understand I may have been a bit… overbearing these past few days, but I…” He was getting choked up again. “I… I just couldn’t risk losing Creativity again… I couldn’t risk losing you. I love you so much, kiddo, and I genuinely don’t know what I would do if I ever-”

Roman decided to silence that oncoming tangent by abruptly pulling his spiralling friend into a warm embrace. Perhaps the experience would have been a little more pleasant had his own body not decided to start trembling mere moments ago, but none of that seemed to matter as the dad Side slowly melted into his soothing touch.

“Do you want me to let you in on a special little secret, padre?”

The dad Side merely nodded his response into the crook of the prince’s neck, causing the slightly calmer man to let out a faint chuckle.

“The truth is… when I first appeared here in the mindscape, I really didn’t know much at all about… well… anything! Sure, I had a decent enough hold on what sort of things inspired Thomas, what stories he wanted to tell and how he wanted to go about telling them… but when it came to Thomas’ internal ‘Breakfast Club’ I was almost completely at a loss! By all accounts your quizzical looks should have made me feel like a Roman gladiator thrown haphazardly into a colosseum without so much as a broken stick to defend myself!”

“I’m sorry if any of us startled you…” came a muffled response.

“But that’s the thing, Pat,” Roman recounted with a kind smile, “None of you ever did… In fact, from the very first moment I ever laid my dazzling eyes upon all of your startled yet adorable – if not slightly nerdy – faces, I honestly never felt anything but… safe, secure… welcome, even! Now I know that may not make much sense at first given how little I actually knew you all at the time, but I happen to have my own little working theory as to why I felt that way. Would you like me to share it with you?”    

That question was apparently enough to make the dad Side look up from where he had been nuzzling his tear-soaked face into his friend’s now admittedly rather damp shoulder. The sight of his puffy eyes alone was enough to make Roman want to tear off his own crimson rose petals and use them as an overly extravagant tissue on the botanist’s grief-stricken visage.

Alas, a small piece of his velvety sash would have to suffice for now.

“Please,” Patton tentatively begged as the prince carefully wiped away at his cheeks.

“I reckon it’s because the Creativity you once knew never truly left. Even if I didn’t maintain the vast majority of his memories, I vehemently believe that all of those otherwise inexplicable feelings were the by-product of him having once loved all of you. He never felt betrayed… He never felt lonely… He never felt as though you let him down, padre, because it’s abundantly clear didn’t.”

“But how can you be so sure his feelings never changed?”

“I don’t know, my own little Patton-ted Piglet… How can you be so sure they ever did?”

Something in the moral Side’s expression seemed to change in that moment… Something subtle yet unmistakable that let Roman know he’d finally gotten through to the man.

It was only a matter of time before a contented smile had taken place on both of their blushing faces.

“I suppose I never really thought of it that way…” Patton sheepishly admitted.

“Yet you’d dare to entertain the thought that your dashing prince would ever leave you?”

The creative Side had fully intended for his sentiment to come across as light-hearted. Rather unfortunately for him, it appeared his words only served to make the dad Side feel more guilty.  

“I’m sorry for blowing up at you like that earlier, kiddo… and I’m sorry if my paranoia ever made me act unfairly towards you… I guess I just let my parental instincts get the better of me sometimes…”

“I’ll consider it all water under the bridge so long as you promise not to tell Teach I had to take a leaf out of his book today,” Roman joked, earning a stifled burst of heartfelt giggling from his now slightly more chipper and upbeat friend.

When the laughter eventually subsided, the dad Side decided to take a step back and get a better look at Roman, consequently breaking the embrace as he did so.

“I can’t tell if you acting all logical is supposed to be a sign that your health is improving or deteriorating,” he playfully teased.

“Well whichever one of the two it is, I just hope all of this exposure you’ve had to my sorry-self over these past few days hasn’t been enough to infect you.”

“Oh, Roman, I hate to tell you this, but I was already sick,” Patton merrily admitted after only a brief pause.

“What?” the prince dramatically exclaimed, voice suddenly sounding perturbed. “Oh, padre… Why didn’t you tell me you weren’t feeling well? We need to get you tucked into bed with some medicine and a bowl of chicken soup right away!”

Although Morality had tried to contain their mildly inappropriate giggling, he simply couldn’t help but be amused by the irony behind Creativity’s words.

“I’m afraid there won’t be any need for that,” he giddily reassured, “After all, doctors say there’s still no known cure for love-sickness!”

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Secondary Note: I may come back and edit the ending a little at a later date. This fic had been sitting in my WIP’s for far too long, so I’m worried it may have come across as rushed due to the fact I really wanted it to be completed.

As always, feedback is much appreciated! I was very out of practice and sleep-deprived here, so I’m sure I’d benefit a lot from constructive criticism! I hope you’re all having a fan-der-tastic day!

[echotovalley]

so because I’m taking a writing break but still super needy

I figured I would post this outline for a pokemon au that I’m never going to write. it’s basically notes from a conversation I had back in early 2018? Imagine my surprise going back now and realizing this might read much like Detective Pikachu - cubone is just my favorite pokemon

***before we get into anything please know that while I play pgo and I’ve learned LOTS of new pokemon, I’m still the most familiar and attached to the og 150 + 1. I also probably get a lot of canon pokemon rules and history wrong but my heart is in the right place

reblogs appreciated! | come talk at me about your thoughts or literally anything

premise: keith might not be a pokemon person

but pokemon are definitely a keith person

- for unknown reasons keith docks in cuba, he's kind of just been getting work and moving moving always moving because one place never works out for long. pokemon are everywhere but it's not his thing.

it never happened for him besides why would he make an animal be saddled with him? there's no stability there. and again, he's always moving. through so many different regions.

he doesn't have the heart to yank a sandshrew onto a barge across the atlantic or a charmander up the northeast coast of the US. he can barely take care of himself. and it's weird by now. to not have a pokemon by now. they were everywhere and so normalized.

they were part of everyday school curriculum and even in hospitals and rescue stations. which is another reason why he never stayed in one place very long because not having a pokemon didn't incite people to trust you.

bc even team rocket (team rocket still sounds so much better than team galra but team rocket is the galra) had pokemon that bonded and trusted them.

he gets a room and some horrible job on the coast and basically just gets by. tries not to cause trouble or get caught or encourage rattatas or a caterpie to follow him home because they could still smell half the lunch he didn't eat tucked in his bag

- i'm plotting by the seat of my pants but what really kick-started all of this was the thought of Keith finding a wounded cubone in the middle of the night.

it's too dark and raining to tell what animal or pokemon attacked it or if it was a person that fractured the skull he wore enough for a piece to break off along the jaw

the cubone sustained a mean looking scrape to its face and this is not what keith needs right now but he can tell the cubone's crying and kind of just accepted what's happened and it keeps pawing at the missing piece in the skull and keith may not actively interact with pokemon but he doesn't hate them and he still has a heart.

he's docked in cuba and his spanish just gets him by to get food and money and not anger anyone

he didn't think the barge's docking region through all of the way so he's got a cubone to help with rudimentary spanish that sucks on the best day but he's going to try and get the cubone help

he starts rushing through streets and people's yards because he could have swore the town had a gym he passed but in the dark and rain it takes him a full hour to find the gym.

- duh it's closed but he's at least going to bang on the doors and hopefully it's going to set off an alarm or something

the police will show up or someone will be able to take the cubone where it needs to go. his hand is numb from knocking as hard as he could before the door is whooshed open and someone is spitting rapid fire spanish like venom and he thinks he manages to get out that he can really only speak english and shoves the cunbone into their hands.

before he knows it, he's being yanked by his collar into the gym and down hallways and finally into the blinding lights of the pokemon center on sight.

there's more spanish and faces that look so similar that its clear it's a family that runs the gym.

- beep beep guess who's family owns and runs the gym

the pokecenter is actually a rehabilitation center founded and run by the McClain family for several generations

he gets questioned after the cubone is taken back behind the doors and it takes someone repeatedly snapping their fingers in front of his face to get him to come back to the conversation.

his name's keith, he's from the US, he just found the cubone - no he doesn't know if it has an owner, doesn't even know if it’s wild or if it has a nearby pack or how it got hurt or how long it’s been hurt.

but keith,

keith is his name and he can at least answer that.

he stays there over night and finds out that Marco is the one that answered the door. Veronica is the one to actually examine him because he looks like he's about to pass out.

their mother is the one to assure him the cubone would be fine - her daughter Rachel attends to injured pokemon and gets another son Luis to show Keith to a room in their house and keith passes out the second he stumbles to a bed.

- in the morning, when he goes to the bathroom and is in the middle of washing his hands, another son is banging on the door for Marco to get out of the bathroom and that's the first time he meets lance

when Keith yanks the door open he tells him to freaking stop because he's clearly not marco.

an older man, probably come to break up a fight, stops and blinks at keith before shouting over his shoulder about not remembering having or getting another kid (arthur "and who are you???" weasley style)

(our boy Lance has a minor panic about the cute random guy is his bathroom at 8 a.m.)

Keith gets shoved down at a table covered in food for breakfast and can't keep up he definitely has a headache and is ready to throw himself through a window when he's asked about his pokemon and if they need help too

he doesn't have pokeman and never has had one and isn't really interested and this family has centered their entire lives around it

- he sees the cubone again, in recovery and it paws a little at his hands in thanks

over the next few days, he stays with them and somehow gets roped into doing chores around the facility and given an assigned seat at their table for meals and he's just T H R O W N

they literally have an arbok taking a nap in a hammock in their backyard and a pod of seadras in an olympic pool in the gym just hanging out (doing little races between each other or chasing each other)

a vulpix he learns belongs to one of the McClain siblings (Rachel) sunbathes and sniffs at his feet while he’s working in the yard

and there's a persian destroying blinds in the living room window and a charizard in the kitchen

and some random small children he learns are marco's are throwing or shooting across the floor fridge magnets as a game with a magnemite

- begrudgingly on McClain’s part, keith’s assigned to Lance for being shown around the rehab center

lance takes him to the beach and out into the middle of the ocean on a boat

Keith: "this is where you feed me to a gryados"

Lance: "close"

and a freaking L A P RA S pops up out of the water and clicks at lance and makes little waves in his direction and they do a damn forehead touch he's crazy this is crazy

Keith: "YOU HAVE A LAPRAS???!!!!" - because even keith who doesn’t do pokemon knows what the heck a lapras is

Lance "I don't have a lapras. Nobody owns her. We just give her her room and protect or heal her when she needs it"

- the next few weeks see lance having to admit keith isn’t so bad and that just because he doesn’t have a pokemon, it doesn’t mean he actively dislikes them

the cubone is attached to keith - despite his bad attitude, lance says

this is the initial thought that kicked this off: keith asks if they have a 3D printer and once the cubone's injury is fully healed, he makes a mold for the missing piece and fits it in place

lance denies crying

"you've done one (1) good thing, kogane"

- then the real plot kicks in when the lapras is captured and taken from the beach by team rocket

lance blames keith because of the timing, because of keith's vague answers on where he's from, why he has no friends or family, no pokemon

insert painful, raw, yelled, "I TRUSTED YOU"

keith convinces him he's not part of team rocket and the main story starts where lance and keith leave to go after the lapras and return her to cuba.

- before they leave, rachel throws a pokeball at keith "i think your cubone might like this one"

and lance's eyes get huge because he knows what it is and then a pokemon is coming out of the pokeball

and it's a marowak

the cubone very carefully and slowly approaches her and the marowak just watches and waits. the cubone brushes its bone across the marowak's foot and then approaches and okay keith's eyes definitely water as he watches this marowak kind of take in the cubone.

(THE CRITICAL HIT COMES WHEN THE CUBONE EVENTUALLY EVOLVES. I like to think maybe through poke-magic the skull fixes itself when he evolves and the cubone hands the 3d mold back to keith and gets keith to put it on a chain safe for his skin to wear the 3d mold piece still)

- obv they get the lapras back,

they find out keith's mom was a double agent ofc for the team rocket faction that took the lapras

they meet hunk and pidge and allura and coran and romelle and others along the way to take down team rocket because what’s a pokemon au without the power of friendship

- keith and lance wait at the airport in cuba

it's for shiro, he had let keith travel because he saw that keith needed to find room to grow and find who he was

obviously keith is not 10. he and lance are 17.

anyways he rushes keith and pulls him into a big hug and tells keith how proud of him he is

the first thing lance tells shiro is about the time keith almost stepped on an exeggcute and how they chased him

or the time he almost sustained a skull fracture from a taurus and the time a seel thought keith was its mom

there was also that time with a magby-

keith: “OKAY LANCE WE GET IT THANK YOU”

BONUS:

keith being mildly terrified of the pokemon hanging around the McClain properties

Lance: "if you want to lay in the hammock just move him"

Keith: "just move him?! it's an arbok not a lap dog"

a nest of torchicks gets laid in the backyard and follows keith for two days after they hatch and lance laughs so hard he cries because keith can't shake them and he winds up tripping and they all jump on top of him

keith might not have been a pokemon person

but pokemon are definitely a keith person

[rancoeur-the-unfortunate]

Pills (Chapter 22)

(Fair warning this chapter is heavily based off the episode Hobo 13, so it might be best to watch that before reading this.)

Hobo 13 was a small baren planet designed to be used as training grounds for alien soldiers throughout the universe. A long time ago when Tallest Miyuki was in rule, she had found the planet and was originally going to destroy it. However, the residents of Hobo 13 managed to convince her that they could help her train her army if she spared their planet. So she called off the attack and watched from afar as the generals down below trained her men.

Even Miyuki had to admit the training was a little unorthodox but it worked. Her soldiers were faster, stronger, more preceptive, but most importantly they worked together.

The army was knocking down planets one by one, and with the ever-growing population of Irkens, there were plenty of soldiers to keep watch of said planets.

When Tallest Miyuki died and Tallest Spork took over, he was going to do the same thing. However, when Zim's blob attacked and Tallest Spork died. No one knew what to do. There weren't any Irkens tall enough yet; no one was superior enough to rule over the Irkens.

Years went by with no Tallest, and without a Tallest, there was no one left to control the Massive and that meant no concurring until someone reached the right height.

This didn't sit well with many Irkens and so the shorter, less superior ones did what thought to be impossible. Using the knowledge they gained from Hobo 13 they worked together. Planet after planet, the army was taking down faster than ever before.

Those short Irkens were an inspiration to short Irkens everywhere. They fought the taller Irkens declaring that they no longer wanted to slaves. They could be soldiers, they could be engineers, they could be doctors. Why the hell were they being treated like they were mindless drones? They were just as capable as any tall Irken. So they fought and rebelled, the short Irken populous now had a voice and it was screaming.

This was a problem for the Irken economic system, the taller Irkens were used to the short ones doing everything for them for little to no pay as well. But with this rebellion sprouting up like a weed, the stock market, as well as everyday life, was changing. Short Irkens were boycotting anything overpriced for them, quitting their jobs, even going as far as to claim that they were equal to the taller Irkens.

However, despite the rebellions large quantity of Irkens, it had no leader to guide them.

That was when a small but very loud Irken named Zim made himself known. Zim had been the smallest and shortest Irken of his generation heck maybe in all Irken history. He was alive during Miyuki's rule and had even personally served her before he was drafted to become an Invader where he met his Second in Command Skoodge.

At first, the rebellion was a little apprehensive about having Zim as their leader. But Zim had made it clear that he would lead them to victory.

'We may be the smallest but we are not incompetent! We are not lesser beings! We are not slaves! WE ARE IRKENS!' Zim screamed to the crowd. They cheered for him, they cheered for Skoodge, they cheered for small Irkens everywhere.

With this new advancement, flyers were put up.

'JOIN US OR FIGHT US!'

'THE BIGGER THEY ARE THE HARDER THEY FALL!'

'THE TALL CALL, THE SHORT RETORT!'

Thousands upon thousands more, not even the cleaning drones could clean them away fast enough.

More Irkens joined short, tall, skinny, stout. Until eventually 2/3 of the of Irken species were apart of the rebellion. Some fought for more than just equal rights, some fought for the right to choose their occupation, some fought for the right to breed, some even fought for free speech among all Irkens.

They shouted they screamed they marched. The Control Brains tried to detain them but there were just too many. Zim had trained them to be the best, no one could stop them.

Then another Irken made himself visible, known only as The Doctor.

He approached the Control brains with a plan. A plan that would get rid of all of their problems forever, or at least until they find a new Tallest. That was when he introduced the drugs.

After that everything went to hell. The rebellion, fearing for their lives took those damn pills. Zim and Skoodge tried to warn them. Tell them that they were fine and the drugs weren't what they seemed. Soon the rebellion's numbers dwindled.

'Life is perfect.'

'We have work to do.'

'Sorry for the fuss.'

Was written on the flyers.

Only half of the rebellion remained after that. They stopped getting recruits.

Hope was dying.

But Zim would not give up, not without trying. So he gathered what was left of the rebellion and told them to hide.

'Those slaves out there are not one of us anymore. We can't let them see us or else they'll force us to take their drugs.' He warned them.

'Hide from them, don't let yourself be seen. If you have to go out, pretend to be one of them. Don't make eye contact. Don't stay out for long.' Zim taught the rebellion with the help of Skoodge and began plotting their first attack.

This wasn't supposed to get violent, but it's too late for peaceful protests now. This was war.

The rebellion's attacks were well thought out and well-timed as well. Zim wouldn't let a single mistake slip by him. They gathered equipment from the Vort people who were happy to aid the war if it meant crossing their name off the concurring list. Quite a few other alien species were pretty quick to help with the promise of not being destroyed.

That didn't stop the rebellion's dwindling numbers, however. Either by death or capture, more and more rebellion troops were taken down. Even Zim had his doubts, but that was what he had Skoodge for.

The two were inseparable, they took care of each other and kept the other running. Even someone as confident as Zim needed a shoulder to lean on and Skoodge was happy to provide. He happy to provide many things for Zim and Zim was eternally grateful for him.

So after Zim disappeared, it was safe to say Skoodge's spirit shattered. He'd sit in his and Zim's room for hours just crying. It felt as though his world was ending and it was. The rebellion was now limited to only 10 Irkens including himself. They'd be found out soon and this whole fight would have been for nothing.

Bob, Lieutenant Commander tried his best to convince Skoodge that he had to pull himself together and that Commander Zim wouldn't have wanted him to give up. But that was all Skoodge could think about. Just give up and let go. He had already failed Zim, he should have been there to protect.

Bob stayed with him that night, letting Skoodge cry and cry until there were no tears left.

"If you're done crying, I think it's high time we get back to work," Bob said sternly.

"And how do we do that?" Skoodge nearly shouted.

"We do what Zim said and contact Lord Narr. He's been making a second resistance since day one remember. Then we call 777 and figure out a to get our commander back." Bob offered his hand to Skoodge.

"Come on sir, for Zim."

Skoodge smiled and took Bob's hand allowing the stumpier Irken to help him stand.

"For Zim."

Skoodge awoke with a start. He was a mess of sweat and tears.

He sighed and laid back down in his cot, he rubbed his arm over his forehead. Even after the withdrawal, those damn dreams won't leave him be. Skoodge took a moment to calm down before getting up to check on his progress to Hobo 13. He had a few hours until he'd enter the planet's atmosphere.

Skoodge was well aware of the fact that the Tallest were sending him to die and he was ok with that. He'd show those tall bastards who exactly they were dealing with.

When Skoodge had landed, he was greeted by the guards who, after a brief scan, identified who he was and put his pac in a sort of lock so he couldn't use his legs or other defenses. Afterward, they gave him his gear and he was led to a group of diverse looking aliens. No other Irkens, that's good.

That was until Skoodge heard the unmistakable screaming. There was only one being in the known universe that screamed like that.

Skoodge stepped out into the front of the crowd and there he was.

Commander Zim and he was screaming at the very big alien in front of him. Who Skoodge soon found out to be their trainer.

"-I AM THE TOOL OF DESTRUCTION, VEGENGENCE, AND FURY!!!" Zim screamed.

"I ONLY ASKED FOR YOUR NAME, NEXT!" The larger of the too glared down at Zim. It seemed like Zim must have been screaming for a while.

Skoodge could already tell this was going to be a long day. He could feel his spooch pull at the thought of what Zim had become.

"I AM THROBULATOR! I AM A CREATURE OF PURE HEADACHE! AARGH! MY HEAD!"

The trainer was only getting more annoyed it seemed.

"YOUR NAMES! THAT"S ALL I WANT! GAH!" Skoodge decided it would be best to do what the big man said.

"Invader Skoodge!"

The trainer turned to him. Skoodge raised his right hand in a solute.

"Sir!"

"Skoodge? I thought the Almighty Tallest killed you." Zim's voice was surprisingly calm at the rumor of Skoodge's untimely death. That hurt.

"Yeah, but I'm ok now." Skoodge tried to play it off. Zim wasn't on his side right now, the friend of my enemy is also my enemy.

Skoodge placed his hands on his very wide hips.

"They say they'll promote me if I pass the evaluation."

Zim just laughed at him.

"Ha! Foolish, gullible Skoodge."

Skoodge chose not to hear that.

'That's not your Zim, that's not your Zim.' He repeated in his head.

Their trainer hollered at them.

"Your first task, you scum-pudding skwagdoogies, is to choose a leader! Anyone who disobeys the leader will be eliminated!" He paused.

"Think carefully. This is the most important-"

He was cut off by Zim.

"I CHOOSE ME! ZIM SHALL LEAD!"

Zim pointed to the rest of the group.

"Object and taste my revolting vengeance of power!!!"

Skoodge wanted to object, Zim was in no shape to lead anybody. But it seemed like everyone else was completely fine with it. Pushovers it seemed. With any luck, they will survive long enough to know just what they did wrong and learn from their mistakes.

"Just remember, with leadership comes great responsibility! You take care of your team and you survive with honor!" Their trainer warned Zim.

Zim brushed him off though.

"Yes, yes, get on with it. My battle tanks await."

Battle tanks? Wasn't Zim set to be an Invader? What would he need battle tanks for?

After being promptly warned about the holding pen of pain. Which really didn't have to be they were set to move out. Their trials awaited them.

Their first assignment was to cross the molten pit of hideous screaming pain.

As soon as Zim opened his mouth all Skoodge wanted to do was cover his antennae and curl up in a corner.

'That is NOT your Zim!' He reminded himself.

"Child's play! We will stand on each other's shoulders and fall forward! Forming a bridge to safety!" Zim pointed to the other side.

Already Skoodge wanted to punch this imposter dressed in Zim's uniform. What the heck kind of stupid idea is that?!

When one of the other soldiers propose a much better and safer alternative, Zim was quick to glare and threaten the other. Drugged or not, Zim was dangerous. It was probably best to do what he says. Though Skoodge couldn't help but cringe. His Zim would always listen to his soldier's comments and suggestions.

'That isn't your Zim though.'

Maybe ten minutes later they had managed to form a tower-like form and were promptly pushed backward by Zim, forming that bridge he wanted. The bridge he walked over and then left them to gather themselves, losing three soldiers in the process.

"Victory!" Zim exclaimed.

It became apparent how much the team was starting to resent Zim. But they marched onward to the stinking canyon of the ferocious meat-thirsty Hogulus.

Their trainer threw a steak into the canyon and instructed.

"It's simple! Navigate from this end to the far end! Alive! Good luck." With that their trainer flew off with his jet boots, leaving the team to figure themselves out.

Of course, Zim was the first to talk.

"I have a plan! But I will need a volunteer to distract the hog-beast."

Skoodge already knew what Zim was going to do. He'd most likely leave the poor sob that spoke first to the mercy of that hog thing. It would probably be best if he did it considering he was more likely to survive out of the rest. He could take on this Hogulus, and afterward, when he beat the Tallest and got Zim off the drugs he would smack Zim upside the head for being so stupid.

"Yes, sir! I am your loyal-" Before he could even finish Zim kicked him down the trench.

Skoodge screamed as he fell and hit the side of the trench before having his body slam against the floor. He bounced once more before coming to a halt and he hit something round and rough, like a pillar. When looked up, he quickly realized his mistake, it wasn't a pillar, but in fact, was the hoof of the Hogulus.

A terrifying, huge beast with 6 eyes, horns and sharp, scary teeth.

Of course, his first thought was to run screaming, after all, Zim still thought he was on drugs. He couldn't look competent in front of him. So as soon as Zim turned around, Skoodge took more precise turns and twists to keep the creature away. But he continued to scream to keep up the appearance.

They were running for so long, and Skoodge was getting tired. But he knew Zim would leave him for dead if he didn't keep up.

'That is not your Zim.'

"Somebody help me please!" He screamed as he saw the end of the trench.

However, from his angle, they were already leaving him behind.

Skoodge never took himself as an over-emotional Irken but at that moment of abandonment, Skoodge felt like crying. He would have started crying too if it wasn't for the Hogulus getting ever so closer.

'Scratch what I say about hitting Zim, if I survive this I'll that bastard!'

He didn't mean it, but that was a nice thought.

'Just keep running Skoodge, just keep running.'

When he reached the end of the trench Skoodge immediately tried to climb out. But the walls were steep the creature didn't want to give up its next meal. So it rammed it's head into the wall, just below Skoodge, causing the poor Irken to fall. But before he could land in the creatures awaiting maw, he hit the Hogulus' teeth and leaped managing to land on the creature's back.

Instantly, Skoodge grabbed its neck and pulled up. The creature went into a frenzy and kicked and jumped. But Skoodge wouldn't let up. Clinging on for dear life. The creature jumped up once more and Skoodge climbed up the neck and jumped from his head and onto the edge of the cliff. The creature had barely missed a snap at his foot before he landed. Skoodge laid there for a bit, listening to the Hogulus' squeals and screams whilst catching his breath.

Slowly Skoodge got up and began jogging to catch up with his team.

Finally, he made it to the Fortress in pain just in time it seemed.

"Zim! I escaped from the canyon! I made it! I'm alive-oof!"

Just in time to see Zim hurl their leader at him and promptly crush him.

"Where am I?!" He called out.

"What am I seeing?"

However, the darkness that blanketed him was soon gone when the Leader was grabbed by the Hogulus.

How did it get out?

Must have followed me here.

The Hogulus then shook their leader around like a dog toy. Skoodge was going to back up when his arm was grabbed and he was smacked against the creature's head before they were dragged off.

Zim made no move to stop it of course.

'Not your Zim.'

Zim did nothing at all.

'Not your Zim.'

Zim was quite cruel to him.

"Not Zim.'

Skoodge wasn't proud of how he escaped when the creature returned to its home to eat its meal. Skoodge could feel his trainer's grip on his arm weakening. Skoodge guessed it was chewing him up on the inside. Skoodge managed to slip away as it tore his trainer apart.

Skoodge made it out, only because the creature wanted it's bigger meal first and Skoodge felt horrible. But it was already too late to do anything about it. He managed to get back to the entrance, he threw off his gear and went inside his ship. He set it to autopilot, he was getting on the Massive no matter what the Tallest said. He then crashed onto his bed and fell asleep.

When Skoodge opened his eyes he already knew where he was. It was one of the many hideaway planets the people of Murth had given them; another alien species who offered to help the rebellion for the promise of being spare the Irkens' might wrath. The Murthens were very seclusive and usually refused to talk with them, so they wouldn't be much help aside for providing hiding spots.

The planet they were currently hiding on was a dessert planet called Gitq.

Gitq was a pretty small planet, but it was far enough away from Irk to be the optimal hiding spot. The small group was camping out for the night Zim and Skoodge sharing a tent, happily chatting away.

The two were pretty close together, laying on their sides with their legs intertwined. Zim's antennae clicked together as he presses himself to Skoodge's chest.

"I'm so proud of you!" The smaller of the two chirped.

"Proud of me?" Skoodge cocked his head to the side.

"Yes! You did so well today. I want to reward you!" Zim moves himself to Skoodge's neck.

It was at this point Skoodge realized he was dreaming, and yet he didn't ever want to wake up. Zim was purring happily urging Skoodge to join in on his passion.

After a minute of Zim's whines and pleas, Skoodge finally gives in and gives in and gives Zim what he wants.

-For those of you who want to read this NSFW https://archiveofourown.org/works/21185144-

When Skoodge awoke he was in a cold sweat. Out of all the damned things to dream about, it had to be THAT. Skoodge covered his eyes and tried to pull himself together. He felt sick and dizzy, deciding now that it would probably be best not to stand up for a bit.

What was wrong with him?! Dreaming of his Commander like that! He felt disgraceful, what would Zim think?!

Skoodge paused.

What would Zim think? You haven't heard from the real him in so long. Was he gone for good or was there a way to bring him back.

Skoodge managed to come back, so surely the same could be said about Zim.

Skoodge whipped his forehead and sighed.

'I miss him.'

[myherohcs]

Shigaraki X Reader- S/O’s house burns down

Word Count:1659

Fluffy Shigaraki because my boy deserves it

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You enjoyed your sleep.

You enjoyed your sleep. Very. Much.

Your quirk, while helpful, made you very tired and you could sleep soundly for a good 10 hours every night if no one bothered you.

You were feeling very bothered this morning.

You had always slept with earplugs to drown out the sounds of your noisy neighbors. This was done much to your boyfriend’s displeasure, Tomura thought it was dangerous and meant anyone could sneak up on you. You agreed on some level, but your tired body still reached for the small silicon buds every night to assure a better, more quiet night’s rest.

But the small earplugs couldn’t block out the sound this morning. You awoke to what sounded like explosions in the streets.

You pulled the earplugs out of your ears quickly and jumped out of bed, rushing to the window. You lived a good distance away from Tomura and his band of misfits in a small apartment on your own. Tomura visited you about as regularly as you visited him. You two wouldn’t go more than a few days without pestering the other to come to visit and -usually- spend the night.

You had been at the hideout just last night, but they were going to be up late and you went home to your bed around midnight. It was 6 in the morning now. You couldn’t remember the last time you’d been awake so early.

However, sleep was the last thing on your mind now.

A fight had broken out right outside your building.

A huge fight.

The villain stood atop a large mound of earth that hadn’t been there the night before. He stood eye level with the equally large hero who had come to the rescue.  

You could recognize Mount Lady with ease, but you hadn’t seen this villain before. He was round with red-tinted skin. He was yelling something at the pro hero. You couldn’t understand him from this distance, but whatever it was was obviously villainous and was making Mount Lady grit her teeth in annoyance. Suddenly the man thrust his fist into the earth and you felt the ground quake and rattle your windows. You looked behind you as some of your belongings fell from their places onto the floor.

You could hear your neighbors shout as they evacuated the premises. You risked another look out the window before you would make your own escape. The ground where the villain had buried his hand was turning red hot -the same color as his skin you would recall later on- and appeared to be bubbling upwards.

Lava.

It seemed he had some sort of volcano quirk. You couldn’t help but pause to admire the quirk and its potential before the red hot lava burst from beneath the man’s feet and into the air above. This is when you decided to take your leave.

You quickly slipped on your pink house slippers, grabbed your purse off the back of a chair, and ran towards the back of the house to the fire escape. The cold morning air bit into your skin as you climbed down the back of the building. You saw a few of your neighbors out of the corner of your eye huddled near each other, probably working out a plan of what to do, but you had no interest in joining them. You weren’t going to stick around this fight any longer and you weren’t going to face the police that would surely swarm the neighborhood when it ended. Without much more thought you found yourself running in the direction of your boyfriend.

Two trains and a long walk later, you found yourself in the dreary, dirty neighborhood Tomura was located in. You got a lot of weird looks being out in your pajamas and slippers. You stood out like a sore thumb in your bright colored night shorts and ancient band tee you had been sleeping in a mere hour ago. But your anger and a determined walk warded off anyone who’d potentially bother you.

You couldn’t believe out of all of Japan your neighborhood had to be the one to be attacked this morning. You had no idea what happened after you left or what had become of your apartment building.

You couldn’t give two shits right then about looking inconspicuous or checking to make sure you weren’t followed when you reached the hideout. You dug around in your purse and found the small key Tomura had given you and unlocked the door in front of you with a huff.

You went straight for the bar.

Being so early still, no one was there, not even Kurogiri. They would have all gone to bed a few hours ago if you had to bet on it.

You rounded the bar and picked up a glass and a few bottles, pouring yourself a tall drink. You also poured yourself a couple of shots that you took then and there.

You took the mixed drink over to a booth and sat down for the first time since your rude awakening that morning. You dropped your bag onto the floor and let out a long sigh.

The TV was nearby and you groaned at the thought of turning it on and seeing what had happened to your poor little home. You took a few sips of your drink and grimaced at the taste. It was a little strong. Kurogiri makes it better.

Nevertheless, you eventually downed it and fell asleep in the booth, your thoughts, and feelings, clouded by the alcohol.

That was where Tomura found you at 9 AM.

He was just as exhausted as you, having been woken up a few minutes earlier after a subordinate called about the destruction of his s/o’s home on the other side of town. They told him you were nowhere in sight and the lava had reached the ground floor of your apartment building before the authorities could cool it down and stop its flow. The lava started a fire and had reached your apartment on the second floor. The fire was put out quickly, and some of your things would be salvageable, but the whole building would need to be repaired before it would be deemed livable again.

The hideout was eerily quiet. No one was awake at this hour. Most people around here didn’t get up before noon. He had a feeling he knew where to find you and his hunch proved to be right. He took in the sight of you in your pajamas and the glass on the table beside you and decided you must be taking it hard.

He was just glad you were here and unharmed.

He slid into the other side of the booth and stuck his fist out and began to calmly knock on the tabletop to get your attention.

You stirred in your sleep. Who the hell was knocking on your door at this hour? You blinked your eyes awake and found yourself looking at the bottom of a table. You sat up and saw that you were at the hideout. Oh yeah. The memories rushed back to you and you became aware of a headache forming. You glared across the table at Tomura for waking you up.

He reached up and removed Father from his face. He stared calmly at you, trying as he does, to read you. You blinked and paused to fully take him in. Something about Tomura in that moment made him come off as such a welcoming sight to you. His eyes were tired, but calm. A nice contrast to your hectic morning. The light filtering in through the windows of the normally dim bar hit him nicely and showed off his disheveled periwinkle hair. He looked so content and comfortable across from you. He gave you a small smile that said he knew what had happened, but he wasn’t worried.

Sometimes it was just so comforting to know that your boyfriend had everything completely under control.

You got up and moved to his side of the booth and buried your face into his chest. He held you close as you let out a shaky breath. “Hey,” he said.

You smiled against his shirt and glanced up at him. “Hi.”

He looked peaceful as he stared down at you. He tilted his head and raised an eyebrow, “I heard you had a rough morning.”

You laughed once at the absurdity of it all, “Just escaping possible death and police detection. Not too rough.”

He smiled very genuinely for a moment, a full-toothed smile with his eyes closed and his chest rocked lightly as he laughed, “Yeah, sounds pretty typical for a Friday.” He looked back down to you, still smiling, and sighed before gently moving some hair out of your eyes. “Are you okay,” he asked sincerely.

You nodded and leaned up and kissed him once before tucking your head back down. “I’m fine. I left almost as soon as it started. What happened to my house?”

Tomura tightened his arms around your frame and glared off into space, imagining the villain who dared to put you in danger. “That guy’s lava torched it. The fire reached your apartment.”

You found yourself looking off into space too. What if you hadn’t woken up in time? What if you had still been there when the fire started? What was left of your home?

Tomura looked back down at you. He would be more careful now when it came to you. You were too important to him for him to lose you as collateral damage in some nobody’s everyday scheming. He carefully placed two fingers under your chin and you looked up to see what he wanted. His eyes held a familiar determination in them, “You know, he should be glad the heroes got to him before I did.”

Your eyes softened at that. It was nice to know you had a protector like him.

“Sorry about your apartment. We’ll go see what’s left of it later. Let’s go back to bed.”

“THANK GOD.”

You knew that you wouldn’t have to worry about a thing. Tomura would take care of you as long as you wanted to be by his side.

[doriansbutt]

ayy look i finally got writing done.  

have some kinda chargestep (teitega :3c), pre-heartbreak, bad things happen bingo “caught in an explosion” -- 1600+ words 

fighting should always feel this good.  you know you’re good, but a successful performance gets your adrenaline going like nothing else.  maybe you’re getting cocky, maybe you don’t care. you sure as hell don’t care right now.  not when your opponent, someone calling themself ‘man-eater’, is falling for every trap you lay, slowing down with every blow.  they’re a newcomer, and you’re not even really sure if they have any sort of power or if they’re a wannabe.  if it’s the latter, they’re a very dangerous wannabe considering the high-tech suit they’re sporting and the very powerful weapons they brought.

not that it will matter much longer; you’ve got them on the ropes.  they’ve proven quite susceptible to your telepathic attacks. and you are relishing in it.  if nothing else, they’re making you look good.

you bounce on your toes like a boxer squaring up his opponent, shaking your arms loose as man-eater scrambles to their feet.  you smile beneath your mask, not that they can see it.  they’re taking their time and you could rush in and strike, but this will be so much better.

“w-well? what….are you….waiting for?” man-eater gasps out between heavy breaths.  you can tell they’re trying to reach for a grenade or something similar, but you know they won’t get a chance to set it off. not when--

“charge.” you make it sound so obvious and they don’t get a second to process.

on cue, charge delivers a hit that sends sparks and man-eater is left twitching on the ground for a moment.  you give him a sloppy salute as you move to apprehend them, but something prickles at the edges of your senses.

you only get a split-second of warning before the grenade goes off.

you dodge, diving to get away, ignoring the sound of ortega’s voice, ortega’s scream of “Sidestep!!”, as the rooftop beneath you crumbles, collapsing several floors below it as well.  you fall with debris, feeling something slice across your side and as you cry out, you're struck by heavy concrete, knocking the wind out of you and you're helpless to stop your fall.  you finally land in a heap as more rubble falls and you can't hear anything, though you can feel panicked thoughts around you.  mostly concerned for charge.

that's fair, you think, trying to ignore the pain overpowering your senses.  huh, so this is what it means to be 'blinded by pain'.  the last thing you see before blackness settles over you is a fist-sized chunk of concrete falling toward your face.

———

everything hurts and your ears are ringing and it’s dark and...hmm, not actually as quiet as you first thought, now that you’ve taken a moment to breathe. your hearing is returning and your head is clearing. there are shouts accompanied by panicked thoughts and the groaning of settling debris around you. beneath it all is the calmer, streamlined thoughts of the paramedics. panic grips you for a moment as you get your bearings. you can’t let the paramedics get to you.

your suit is torn along your side and you thank any god that would listen that your backpack with your everyday clothes isn’t stowed too far from here. you just have to get there. get home. somewhere not here.

swallowing thickly and noting just how painful breathing is, you try to dislodge yourself from the pile of debris as discreetly as you can. luckily you’re not stuck as much as you’d feared and, clenching your jaw tightly against the pain, you pull yourself free, stumbling with a hissed curse as your leg gives out beneath you.

quickly diving to cover, you examine the injury. you don’t think it’s broken—god, you hope it’s not broken. that would make getting out of here a lot more difficult. there are voices getting closer and you know you need to suck it up and get moving. you cannot let them find you. you’ll be fine, nothing a little self-surgery won’t fix. you’re a pro at this now. no need for paramedics. especially with your suit torn, with your side visible...you can’t let anyone see.

the walk through back alleys to your bag is quick, maybe you pushed yourself a little too hard to get to it, but with your hoodie and jacket on over your ripped suit, you feel much better. with a pained sigh of relief, you begin the walk home. it’s not too far, you should be able to make it before you hurt yourself more...or pass out. yes, that would be bad…

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10 days later

mornings should be illegal when you have a headache. there is no need for the sun to be that bright. grabbing your jacket, you search the pockets for your cigarettes, only to find an empty crumpled box.  ugh.

you’ve needed to run down to the little convenience store a few blocks over for a while, but with your injuries healing and wanting to stay under the radar, you decided what you had was enough. but now you’re out and you sigh, dreading having to go outside in the heat and sun with this splitting headache.

thankfully your more visible injuries are mostly healed, but the sunglasses should help hide the stubborn yellowing bruise around your eye. once on the street, you start walking, trying to block out everyone’s thoughts that bear down on your already frayed nerves, and you shove your hands in your pockets, drawing your shoulders up.

there’s something hard in your pocket and pulling out you remember your phone. you never use the damn thing—ortega made you get one so he could at least tell you when the rangers needed your help. you couldn’t argue with that, so you bought the cheapest one you could find, and you buy minutes as you need them. thumbing the power button, you’re surprised there’s still any battery left, but not so much to see the ‘0 minutes remaining’ message on the screen. looks like you’ll have to buy those too…

the cashier is pleasant as usual, keeping up your usual banter as she throws in some food for free. she knows how you eat— knows this is the only store you shop at. and you know she has a crush on you, and you’re not quite sure how to handle that yet. with a half-smile and a wave, you quickly step into the alley and light a cigarette and add the minutes to your phone. it immediately blinks with several unread and unheard messages.

christ.

every message is from ortega—of course they are, he’s the only one who has this number — oh, wait, there’s a message from anathema buried in the mess of ortega’s. he’s worried he hasn’t heard from you and wants you to get in touch—‘so charge stops losing his cool and shorting the lights, of course.’

huh. you never thought they’d be that worried about you…

you should probably call ortega….

you really should…

ugh, fine, you’ll call him. you don’t want him to be worried about you. you don’t want him to have worried about you. he’s always one to make a fuss.

the line rings and you silently hope he’s too busy to answer right n— “christ!” you hiss when he actually picks up.

“teigue?! are you there?!”

you blow smoke roughly and clearly your throat before answering. “uh, yeah, it’s. uh, it’s me.”

“dios mío, are you okay? where have you been??” he sounds genuinely upset and concerned and you idly wonder why. surely you don’t mean that much to him...

“yeah, yeah, i’m okay. why?” you can’t help asking.

he sputters for a moment. “why?  you went missing after the building collapsed! anathema and i went looking for you! we’ve been looking this whole time...where have you been??” he repeats but you barely hear it.

they...looked for you? why would they do that? you’re not one of the rangers… for a moment you don’t know how to respond. you want to ask why they care that much, why you’re important to them—but you realize you’d do the same thing for them. you care. and it seems, as unbelievable and foreign to you as it is, they care about you too.

“teigue? hello? ugh, stupid phone—“

“sorry, still here. uh, i’ve been at home recovering. got pretty banged up. but i’m okay. sorry to make you worry…” you answer finally.

“you couldn’t have called? just a text to say you were all right?” why is he reprimanding you?

“sorry, mom, you know I don’t use this phone—I forgot I even had it. more important things on my mind, you know.” you stop and sigh, knowing he was just worried. there’s no need to get upset with him.

“okay, next time you decide to disappear like that, just...let me know you’re okay. or that you’re not. either way. got it?”

you laugh. “is that an order from marshal charge? are the rangers gonna come to my rescue?”

“even if they won’t, i always will. if you need me to.” the sincerity of his tone throws you off for a moment. you’re both silent for a long while before he speaks again. “anyway...you okay to get back to fighting bad guys?”

you chuckle, the lightness of his tone making you feel relieved. “give me a few more days. i, uh, i’m still healing,” you offer with a huff of a laugh.

“mierda, still? how badly did you get hurt??”

ah, shit, you worried him again. “i’ll be fine, don’t worry. my leg got the worst of it. i’m okay, really. just need a few more days.” you say your goodbyes and as you head home you wonder why you lied. you’re fine, aside from the lingering bruises. the gash on your leg is healing quite nicely, actually. it hardly even hurts anymore.

maybe it was the weight of his words. ‘i always will.’ you hate when he gets all serious and genuine. he’s too good at making you feel things.

like hope.

[greennightspider]

Fated Instinct Chapter 3: The Breakthrough That Breaks You

Summary: Sequel to Cabin in the Snow. Akari finds herself in a predicament after an accidental overnight stay in a cabin grants her the title of fiance to the chieftain-to-be M’Baku himself.

Author’s Note: Two chapters within hours of each other? You bet I did *smirk* One thing I did want to mention is that frequently in the series you’ll see the vocab/language change from informal to formal. It’s on purpose don’t worry, depending on the situation. For example when Akari is serious her tone becomes a lot more formal and direct, and same goes for Nocawe and M’Baku whenever they gotta take care of business. P.S. Geev mee reactions and comments i love <3 Now on with the shooooow!

Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6 Chapter 7 Chapter 8 Chapter 9 Chapter 10 Chapter 11 Chapter 12 Chapter 13 Chapter 14  Chapter 15  Chapter 16 Chapter 17 Chapter 18  Chapter 19  Chapter 19(2),  Chapter 20  Chapter 20(2),  Chapter 21,  Chapter 22, Chapter 23,  Chapter 24

Bonus Chapter 21.5

M’Baku x Akari (OC)

M’Baku growled as he stalked the halls of their training centre. He thought that after their talk that everything would be alright. Yet, he hadn’t seen Akari in days. Even though he would see her in their classes and their training sessions, he never could seem to catch her. She would always leave straight after, or would move to the farthest place from the room.. And thanks to this damn ritual, he felt her absence more than he wanted to admit on the outside. His body and heart ached to have him near her. It was it was killing him.

And it was killing her too. Evidently her absence of M’Baku had taken a bigger toll than she had thought. Granted she hadn’t thought much of their connections beforehand, but as she tried to suppress it she could feel in her very bones grow stronger every day. It was starting to give her a headache. She hoped to try and find some relief from the healers in the market, she was willing to try something. Anything to try and stifle the craving of hearing his voice.

“Akari!”

Akari stopped in her tracks as she heard him approach. She cursed under her breath. It had been going so well. She tried to convince herself. Until now.

Turning around she glared at M’Baku, as he approached her in his training gear, his arms and head still slightly slick with his exertions from training. “If you’re looking for an apology for almost killing you you’re not going to get it.” 

“Akari it’s been three days we have even talked.” M’Baku stopped just in front of her. “Why are you running from this?”

Akari’s mouth twitched, M’Baku clearly striking a nerve. “I have never run away from anything.” she hissed.

“What else would you call this?” He hissed back. “Akari. Why are you avoiding me.”

“Look M’Baku. Just because I believe you about the cabin, doesn’t mean I’m just gonna roll over and be a doting homemaker. This engagement was an accident. Nothing….” Akari struggled to even believe her own words as she took in M’Baku’s frame in their proximity, feeling a heat pool inside her, an urge to be closer to him. “Nothing more.” 

Akari tried to shove her way past him until she heard M’Baku call out. “Don’t make me do this Akari.”

“Do what.” She said, equally as threatening but still trying to get away as fast as she could.

“As your future leader I order you to stay.”

Akari stopped dead in her tracks, turned around on her heels and gave him the most lethal of scowls. But she stayed put.

Commands were binding.

M'Baku had never used his rank in such a way, but he needed Akari to at least give him a chance. He slowly walked towards Akari until he was toe to toe with her. His eyes were darker now.

“Don’t. Move.”

Akari never broke eye contact, her gaze remaining strong until transforming into surprise as she felt M'Baku’s hand slip around her waist. But she held her ground.

Until his fingers gripped her gently but firmly pushing her towards him, bringing their faces a hairs breadth from each other.

Unconsciously Akari slid her hands against M'Baku’s chest.

“You know that everything I said, everything I did in that cabin, I meant it. Everything you told me in that cabin? I kept in here.” M’Baku brought Akari’s hand over his heartbeat. “Whatever this is, it is not nothing.”

M’Baku moved with Akari, gently guiding her backwards until her back was against a small alcove hidden from all that went past, bringing them even closer together. She struggled against her senses as his scent wafted between them, smelling of sandalwood and freshly washed furs. With each step M’Baku had taken the urge pulsed within Akari, growing with each beat. It was making her silently beg the built wall of muscle towering over her to touch her. Hold her. Grab her.

Almost as if he had read her mind he drew his hand to her face, caressing her cheek softly as he held it in his hands, not letting Akari look away. Akari drank in those eyes and all of a sudden, their time in the cabin came flooding back. How M’Baku had held her that last night. And the night before that, spent in his arms as his warmth surrounded her. She would’ve shaken her head to try and rid her brain of these thoughts if M’Baku’s hand hadn’t moved to her chin and raised it up to her.

M’Baku drank in the girl before him, dressed in a dark red singlet and black cargo pants with fur boots. Fists clenched. Her chest rising and falling unsteadily. Clearly in turmoil. Fighting the need. “Tell me you don’t yearn for this.”

He moved one of his hands flat against the wall on the side of her face, encasing her in his presence.

“Tell me you don’t feel it.”

M’Baku let his head drop to the crook in her neck, taking in the scent of macadamia oil in her hair, letting his nose brush against her neck as she stifled a whimper.

“Tell me you don’t want me.”

Akari couldn’t take it anymore. M’Baku saw her break before she crashed her lips in a kiss, drinking in the need that had been suppressed for too long.  M’Baku groaned in response, indulging in the sweet taste of Akari’s mouth that was finally on his. Akari’s eyelids fluttered as the knot that was coiled in her began to unravel, M’Baku both sating her and making her want more. M’Baku continued to indulge in the girl he had been dreaming about, as the same dream started to invade his sleep more frequently, and more vividly. His tongue begged entrance to her lips and she willingly complied, his tongue instantly dominating hers as he moved to conquer her mouth and her thoughts. Gone was Akari’s will to deny herself this beast of a man. He kissed her passionately and hungrily as Akari moved to grip the front of his tunic, losing herself in the ministrations of the warrior before her.

“M’Baku, where are you man?”

Both of them snapped their eyes open. Akari pulled away breathless as she stared at M’Baku, his eyes momentarily scanning the hallway for the voice. And in a moment of pure spontaneity, born out of nerves and Akari’s own mortification, she broke through M’Baku’s hold and raced down the hallway, ignoring M’Bakus shouts of her name. She set off for the throne room, knowing right now she needed to talk to her.

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“Hello, my child.” Akari stepped forth. “What brings you here?”

“I-I-I wanted to ask about the ritual.” Akari stuttered, damning her own anxiousness that was making her jumpy. Fortunately Nocawe could see the poor girls’ nerves from where she was sitting, and gestured for her to join her. “Come, sit.”

Nocawe was currently seated on the floor of the throne room, eating a persimmon while leaning on a pillow. While most days Nocawe was inundated with ceremonies and official business, everyone knew that in her occasional leisure times her favourite activity was eating. The only thing that ever rivalled appetite for food was her appetite for training. ‘Balance’ she had called it once, when at the last festival she had bought once of every item from each food stall and proceeded to pile them on the head table. Overall she was not a chieftess who acted above her own people and everyday struggles, and Akari was grateful for this as she sat beside her, gathering the courage to confide in the older woman.

“My chieftess I am not sure about this engagement. It was an honest mistake, we did not kno-“

“Oh I know.” Nocawe nonchalantly remarked between mouthfuls, wiping the juice with the back of her hand. “Did you know that no one else has ever been on that peak in such a snowstorm for as long as you two have? No one has even seen such a snowstorm in our lifetime.” Nocawe continued, as selected a different side of the fruit to work on. “There’s no way it was a mistake. It may have very well been the will of Hanuman”

Akari was quiet as she pondered Nocawe’s words. She was not used to confiding in others, but she knew she needed to at least try if she wanted her answers. “Even still Nocawe I am… afraid.”

“Of M'Baku?” Nocawe’s eyes suddenly turned angry. “Has he done something to you? Do I need to beat his a-“

“Of myself chieftess. These…. urges,“ she blushed before looking away. ”It is hard for me to know what is me and what is the ritual.”

“And what if they were both?”

Akari thoughts came to a standstill.

“The ritual was only meant to bring out something that was inside you, to the surface. The ritual is not some love potion. It is a sacred binding of two souls into one. It would not have worked otherwise my child.”

“So you mean…”

“Whatever your doubts, whatever your worries, know that the ritual cannot bind something that is not there. It is meant to strengthen a bond that is already in place.”

Akari felt tension that she didn’t know she had wash away with Nocawe’s explanation. If Akari was being honest with herself, she had needed the affirmation that what M’Baku maybe felt for her wasn’t forced or just part of some accident. Or that what she maybe felt for M’Baku had a chance at being something real. ”Thank you, Nocawe. You have softened the biggest of insecurities. But I will admit I need… time. To take all of this in.”

“Of course my child. You are young, and you are right to be nervous.” Nocawe placed her hand over Akari’s and gave it a tight squeeze. “I hope you know that you are welcome to talk to me about anything. But be warned Akari, the ritual will heighten your hunger for each other in every way, and while I understand your need for time, the bond may not give you as much as you want.”

Akari nodded, already understanding the truth of those words more than Nocawe could know.

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